#monsta x fic

[jae-bummer]

My Hospital Bed or Yours?

Prompt: I feel like this could fit him really well - Changkyun and #15

Prompt:

15) You hurt yourself and your bias is in the hospital bed adjacent.

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Hospital setting. Mentions of fractures/appendicitis.

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"Appendicitis," you muttered. "You're telling me it's appendicitis?"

"Unfortunately," your doctor sighed, tapping the side of your hospital bed.

"Well, I don't want it to be appendicitis," you grumbled, crossing your arms, only to cringe in pain from the movement.

"I certainly didn't want that either," the doctor chuckled. "But unfortunately, this is what it is."

"Sooo what's the next steps?"

"We'll have you stay the night and get you ready for surgery tomorrow morning," he nodded.

"Can't you just give me some antibiotics and I can go home?" you groaned.

"Not if you want to be back here in 6-8 weeks to try again."

You leaned your head back on the pillow and whined. "I don't like the hospital."

"I won't take that personally," the doctor chuckled. "I'll be back to check on you in a bit."

With that, your doctor sidestepped around the side of your privacy curtain and began talking to the patient who was in the room with you.

"How are we feeling today, Mr. Im?"

"Same as yesterday," a deep voice croaked. "My butt is numb and my leg is itchy."

"Would it be helpful if the nurse brought you a few more pillows to make yourself a bit more comfortable?"

"Comfort is an illusion here," he muttered bitterly. "I would however like my pudding cup at your earliest convenience."

The doctor let out a surprised laugh. "I'll have someone get right on that."

You heard the physician's steps exit the room and begin to retreat down the hallway. After a moment of silence, the voice on the other side of the curtain cleared its throat. "So, what are you in here for?"

"Appendicitis," you said weakly, but you guessed he had probably already heard that bit. "You?"

"Leg fracture," he sighed. "I'm currently in traction."

"In traction?"

"You know, where they put your leg into a tiny hammock and make it stay there for the rest of eternity?"

"Traction," you repeated. "Got it."

The silence lulled on for another moment. "Whatcha wearing?"

"I'm sorry?" you gasped, hardly believing your ears.

"Don't sound so scandalized," he laughed. "My vote is your hospital gown matches mine. Is it hideous?"

You looked down, furrowing your brow. "I mean...it's not the first thing I would pick to wear."

"Push the curtain back. Let's compare," he said. You could tell from the sudden fluttery motion of the fabric between you that he was attempting to grab at it with his fingertips.

You chewed on your lip, trying to decide if this was a good idea or not. You could just ignore the stranger, whoever he was. Surely he would stop trying to talk to you after some point. Then again, you would be stuck in a room with him for the next day or two. If you decided to stay silent, how awkward could things get?

"I'll make it worth your while," he tried again. "Half of this pudding cup could be yours."

"Fuck it," you thought before narrowing your eyes and focusing on the small pull stick that controlled the curtain. Trying to move as slowly and comfortably as possibly, you grabbed it and pushed it as hard as you could toward the opposite end of the curtain track.

The burst of movement maybe moved the fabric only four feet or so, but it was enough to expose your roommate.

You were shocked by the man you had uncovered. He was smirking mischievously at you, the smile reaching all the way up to his eyes. His hair was black, long, and disheveled, but it suited him. His tan skin had no pallor to it, which was a surprise considering he had been stuck in the hospital room since who knows when.

"Well hello to you too," he grinned, watching you as you took him in.

"Sorry," you squeaked, shaking your head. "I just...I... you weren't what I was expecting. That's all."

"Midsize, dark, and handsome?"

"I...well...midsize?" you fumbled.

"Yeah, I'm nowhere near "conventionally tall" so don't get your hopes up whenever they let me out of this hospital bed," he chuckled. "The adage of "tall, dark, and handsome" didn't quite work."

"Got it," you said quietly, your eyes still roaming his face.

"I'm Changkyun, if you were wondering. And my hypothesis has been confirmed," he nodded. "We are in matching hospital gowns. I've got to tell you, washed out mint is really your color."

"Thanks?" you pushed out. Was this guy for real? "I'm Y/N."

You allowed yourself to finally look away from him and face forward. Taking a deep breath of air through your nose, you slowly blew it from your mouth.

"I was eavesdropping and heard you have surgery tomorrow," Changkyun offered. "That's a bummer."

"Yeah," you said shortly, closing your eyes. You didn't want to even recognize that you were stuck in a hospital bed right now, let alone going in for a procedure.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Sorry if I'm making things worse. I can shut up."

"Please," you said quietly. "And thank you."

After several beats of silence, he cleared his throat again. "It's okay to be scared."

"I'm not scared," you grumbled.

"Didn't say you were. Just saying it was totally okay if you decided to be."

You groaned, opened your eyes again, and turned to face him.

"I'm freaked out," you said quietly, admitting it more to yourself than this stranger.

"That's a synonym for "scared"," he whispered back with a small smile. You couldn't help yourself as you let out a laugh that hurt entirely too much. "Don't think on it too much though. Everything will go great and then they'll wheel you right back here."

"I can hardly wait."

"I can tell," he grinned. "Seriously though, if you don't have anyone else to be here for you, I'm as good a choice as any."

"Oh?" You quirked up your brows. "How so?"

"Well, for starters, I am an A+ cuddler."

"Who said I wanted to cuddle?"

"That's comfort 101, baby," he hummed. "Plus, I'm cute, you're cute, according to science, that makes sense."

You couldn't help but smile. "You're absolutely ridiculous. Do you realize that?"

Changkyun attempted to sit up a bit. "I do in fact live in my head 87% of the time, so i have some idea. Back to the topic at hand though, my hospital bed or yours?"

You choked out a laugh and instantly regretted it as your insides throbbed.

"Sorry," he winced. "You can tell me to shut up again."

"Please don't," you said quietly. This man was absolutely wild, but he was turning your discomfort into something else entirely. You could appreciate that. "You're an excellent distraction."

"You know what else is an excellent distraction? Kissing," he said confidently. "I've heard it works wonders."

It was your turn to sit up now. With wide eyes, you tried to find words. "I don't even know you."

"You could."

Shaking your head. "I think your pain medication is doing the talking right now."

"Is not!" he gasped indignantly. "I know beauty when I see it, and I want your face on my face!"

"Yep," you nodded. "Definitely the medication."

"I will tell them to stop these pills right now and prove to you these are my stone-cold sober thoughts!" he whisper-yelled.

"You're telling me, you just enjoy kissing strangers?"

"If they're beautiful."

You felt heat travel with alarming speed up your neck and to your ears. You knew you weren't at your visual best right now, so any compliment came across well. "You're a flirt, Mr. Im."

"But," he said tapping his chin. "Is the flirting working?"

"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of knowing."

"Oh, just wait until I get freedom to move again," he gasped. "I am so hopping on one foot over there and suffocating you with unwarranted affection."

"And what if I'm discharged before you are?"

"I'll bar the door with my hospital bed if you don't leave me your number," he said simply.

"And then what?"

"Then we ride my electric wheelchair off into the sunset."

[xotaemintol]

HYUNWOO X FEM READER: GYM PHOTO (short)

SHORT! Word Count: 848

TWS: Masturbation, mentions of: kissing, sex, and oral sex (fem receiving).

PRONOUNS USED: NONE

Plot: After your boyfriend Hyunwoo sends you a picture of himself at the gym you get so turned on that you begin touching yourself to the thought of him, not even stopping when he walks in on you.

All it took was one mirror picture of Hyunwoo at the gym, his shirt was slightly wet and sticking to his skin from sweat the same sweat that dripped down his temples and arms. You said you’d only look at the picture one more time, that you were only trying to get a good look at what he looks like at the gym, but you quickly found yourself analyzing every droplet of sweat, every vein that pressed against his skin, the wrinkles of his shirt, and a slight bulge that pressed against his unforgivingly thin sweatpants. You didn’t even notice your body getting hotter or your breathing getting heavier until you felt your hand sliding down your body, you hadn’t even realized that you began touching yourself until your hand was already struggling to get underneath the band of your pants. When you finally came to and stopped looking at the picture, you considered for a second how immoral it would be to touch yourself to such a wholesome picture; after all, he’s only at the gym. So as you unbuttoned your pants and shoved them down messily you bit your lip in shame, and with your phone in one hand you slipped your other into your underwear.

At first, you were only teasing yourself, testing the waters by slipping your middle finger in between your folds as you stared at his forearms, you could feel yourself becoming warmer by the second, and with every caress, you were getting wetter. It didn’t take long for you to begin massaging slow circles onto your clit as you trailed your eyes up to his neck, swallowing as your mouth became dry at the sight of little droplets of sweat trickling down his body, you had never felt so thirsty so quickly. As you touched yourself you started imagining how he’d look above you, sweat dripping down his entire body as he locked eyes with you and thrusted into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. So lost in your lust for Hyunwoo you began imagining licking the sweat from his body without even an ounce of shame left, vividly imagining the way your tongue would cool down his warm body and how he’d praise you for being such a desperate slut for him.

You softly cursed under your breath as you felt a chill slowly creep up your spine, your pussy throbbed at every movement of your finger and as you trailed your eyes up to his face your eyebrows furrowed and you licked your lips as you thought of kissing him, you can almost feel them, so soft and warm, the feeling of them like pillows against your body and his tongue so hot in your mouth or trailing up your body. You wished that you could reach through the phone and feel him, pervertedly run your hands across his body as he kissed you and explored your body with his veiny hands, you wanted to reach right through the screen and pull him into your bed, you couldn’t even put into words what you’d do to him or what you’d let him do to you if you could. Thinking of how badly you wanted to be seated on his perfect face, how his lips would feel against your pussy, his soft breaths blowing against the wetness and his hands pressed into your plush thighs as they tremble beside his head.

You felt like you had never wanted anything as badly as you wanted him at that moment alone like you could live a thousand years over and never want anything more than you wanted Hyunwoo in that single second. You had been teasing yourself for so long that over thirty minutes had passed, by then you were looking at videos and pictures of him that fans would thirst over, touching yourself to those as you waited for him to send another picture or video of him at the gym. But in the midst of your waiting you heard the door open, knowing that no one else had the key to your house but Hyunwoo you found yourself panting in excitement, you didn’t know that he’d be coming over or that he’d be cutting his gym session short today but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to walk right into that room, strip down and fuck you into that mattress like he hated you, so as he opened the door and stood in the doorway you didn’t stop touching yourself as you looked at him, a four-second video of him replaying in the background as he eyed you for a second with his face quickly turning red.

“I missed you.” Was all you were able to get out before he snatched the hoodie off his body and walked towards the bed, he wasn’t going to waste a second thought about why you were touching yourself to videos of him or why you didn’t just call him if you wanted him this bad then he’d happily give you exactly what you’ve been craving.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Hi, i dont know if you accept requests, but can you make one of mx changkyun being sub?

What You Want

Pairing- Changkyun x Named Reader

Word count- 5.8k

Includes- Sub Changkyun, Dom reader, Blow job, deep throating, masterbation, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, reverse cowgirl, teasing, squirting, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxminee @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @itsshaydeekaydee @seokwoosmole @wisejudgedragonhairdo @seonghwasstar @kpop-bambi @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes

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J POV

Moving my mouth off his head, I lick slowly up the underside of his dick, listening to him moan

Sounds so pretty

"Is this what you want?", I ask, swirling my tongue around his head, licking the cum crying from his slit

Tastes good

"Yes", he whines, "Fuck yes!"

I smirk, sucking on his head once, "How long have you wanted this?"

"A long time", he pants, his eyes on my mouth around his dick

I push down my surprise, continuing to suck on his head

I had no idea he thought about me like this

I've only ever been the best friend

So imagine my surprise when I walked into his room in the dorm to hang out and instead find him jerking off, moaning my name

He, of course, was embarrassed when he realized I was standing in his doorway in pure shock

He immediately apologized, pulled his boxers up, his face so red

While it was bewildering, it was also a turn on

As he stumbled over his words, I sat next to him on his bed, my hand on his waistband

I asked if he wanted this and he nodded, shock now on his face

I took out his huge thick cock, softly stroking him for a few minutes until I couldn't resist anymore and I took him in my mouth

And here we are

As I suck, I move down his cock, taking him a little more than half in

I can take the rest of him but I need to prepare for it

Moving my head back and forth, I press my tongue on his underside, letting it slide along his dick

At the same time, I jerk him off in time with my movements

I don't know what it is but I really like sucking his dick

Yeah his cock is fucking thick, stretching my mouth out, heavy on my tongue but I'm enjoying this much more than any other blow job I've ever given

Going down his length a little more, his tip goes in my throat, making me choke as he groans so loudly

I grip his thigh with my other hand as I slowly edge him into my throat with every bob down his cock

The deeper he goes in, the more my eyes tear, the more spit there is, the more I choke but I don't stop

I'm determined to deep throat him

"Oh god Jo. Fuck", he whines, "So good"

I lift my eyes to him, the pleasure on his face so fucking hot

I finally take him all in, watching him as his head falls back, moaning so loudly the guys probably hear him

His hand winds in my hair, gripping the strands hard, his other hand landing on my arm that's on his thigh, squeezing my wrist

Keeping him in my mouth, I swallow on his dick, his body tensing, then I slide down his length to about half way

Surging forward, I take him all back in my throat, choking on him, spit everywhere

"Oh my fucking god", he cries

Breathing in through my nose, I relax my throat, forcing myself to stop choking

Fuck me, he's the biggest I've ever deep throated before

Breathing in, I start bobbing up and down his cock, sucking as hard as I can as I do

"Oh my fucking god", he shouts, his hand in my hair pulling, "Don't stop. Please don't stop"

Oh I'm not

I go hard on his cock, slurping around him desperately like I'm never going to do it again

Which I doubt I am

I'm pretty sure it's a one time thing thats only happening because I caught him jerking off

"Oh god I'm gonna cum", he moans, "Can I cum in your mouth? Please?"

I glance up at him, his chest rising and falling so fast, his mouth slightly open as bliss takes over his features

God, he's beautiful

"Please", he begs

I nod, excited to taste all of him

"Oh god", he whimpers, his legs shaking as I feel his cum fill mouth

Keeping him all in my throat, I swallow over and over, his moans getting louder and louder

He tastes so fucking good and I love the way his thick cum goes down my throat

He cums so fucking much that I have to swallow over and over even after he finishes

When I finally get all of his cum, I pull off his dick, sitting up, a soft groan coming from him

"Was it good?", I ask

His eyes stayed closed, nodding rapidly, "Fucking amazing"

Good

I'm glad I could make him feel so good and I thoroughly enjoyed it

I'm so fucking wet, so horny and I need to leave to fix it

As I stand up, his eyes shoot open, "Where are you going?"

"I uh need to go home"

"Why?", he asks softly, his cheeks pink

"Honestly?"

He nods

"I'm horny and I need to fix it", I answer, "So I'll go home and I'll call you when I'm done to see if you still wanna hang out"

I don't live far from here

Ten minute drive, max

He shakes his head slowly, "Do it here"

My eyebrows shoot up, "Excuse me"

He keeps my gaze as he moves over in the bed, "Do it here"

"Changkyun-"

"I wanna watch", he says, shocking the fuck out of me, "If uh... if it's ok?"

This is a situation I never thought I'd find myself in

Not with someone who's not my boyfriend

Definitely not with him

He keeps his eyes on me, almost like he's pleading

"I uh...ok", I say before I can stop myself

Oh what the fuck?

"Ok", he nods, "Can... can I take your clothes off?"

Oh my fucking god, I cannot believe he is saying this to me

But again, my mouth answers before my brain catches up

"Yes"

He moves to the edge of the bed, pulling me to him by my jeans loops

I stand in between his legs, his fingers unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans

His hands pull the jeans down, throwing them in his room once I get them off, along with my socks

His hands move under my shirt, pushing it up, his eyes on the skin of my stomach then travel up the higher the shirt goes

He gets it off, it following my jeans, then he leads me to sit next to him

I feel so exposed in just my bra and panties

He already has his pants and boxers off from the blowjob but still has his shirt on

Before he can undress me more, I tug on his shirt

He raises his arms as I slide it off his body, trying not to gape as his muscular body

I know Changkyun has abs

I'd have to be braindead not to know this, especially when he shows them off all the time

But seeing him in real life hits differently

Really differently

He raises his hands, moving them around me, undoing my bra

His fingers slide up to the straps, pulling them slowly down my shoulders

My bra falls forward, him catching it, gently putting it on the floor

"Oh my god", he breathes, his eyes all over me

I don't know how to react to his reaction

I don't know what the "oh my god" was about

But I do feel shy right now

He moves, grabbing pillows and moving them behind me

"You can lay down", he says softly

Ok then

I do, leaning against the pillows he put behind me

His hands slide slowly up my legs, his fingers sending fire through every fucking nerve he touches

He gets to the top of my panties, pulling them down my legs

Once they're off, I realize I'm naked in Changkyun's bed

Holy shit

He moves back to the foot of the bed, nodding at me

Right, I'm supposed to be masturbating

This is so fucking strange

But I'm still horny and looking at his body isn't helping

So, I slowly open my legs, exposing myself to him

He inhales sharply, his eyes on my pussy

Reaching down my body, I move my fingers in my hole, getting them wet

Then I slide up to my clit, rubbing slowly in a circle

Breathing in, pleasure slowly seeps in my body

As I keep going, all the shyness falls away as the pleasure increases

Every now and then, I look at him, his gaze staring intensely between my legs

I know I'm dripping wet, moreso than I think I've ever been

As he watches, he licks his lips, turning me the fuck on even more

"Is this what you want?", I find myself asking him

"Yes", he answers immediately, his eyes moving to my face, "Yes"

I just smirk at him, amused at how fast he answered

He swallows hard, his eyes returning to between my legs

I actually find that I like him watching

It's like he can't tear his eyes away

I move my fingers faster, every now and then sliding my fingers inside, pumping them a few times before going back to my clit

"Fuck", I moan, "Kyun"

He whimpers and fuck I like that

"Changkyun, mmmm", I continue, closing my eyes

His name just naturally falls from my lips as I always think of him when I play with myself

Sometimes I even call his name when I cum

I suddenly feel his hand around my wrist, moving my hand from my pussy

I open my eyes, looking at him

He looks like he's barely holding back control

"Can...can I help?", he groans

"Help?", I repeat

He nods

"How?"

"Trust me?"

Of course I trust him

He's my best friend

"Yeah", I nod

I watch as he lays down on his stomach between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs tightly

Before I can comprehend anything, his tongue buries in my pussy, licking rapidly and hard

"Fuck!", I cry, pleasure exploding in my body

His tongue licks along my slit, up and down, then swirling in between my lips

And to my utter surprise, he's moaning like he's the one getting pleasured

I watch my best friend between my legs, my brain not comprehending that he's eating me out

My body feels the pleasure but my mind is empty

The tip of his tongue circles around my hole over and over, anticipation killing me

He finally dips his tongue in, wiggling it as he goes and I can't help the moan I let out, "Kyunnie, oh god"

He squeezes my thighs hard the second he hears his name as his tongue fucks into my pussy

Strands of his long blue black hair fall into his face as he tongue fucks my pussy over and over

God he's so fucking hot, it's ridiculous

"So good Kyunnie", I whimper, another moan coming from him

I think he has a praise kink that I can definitely play into

"Is this what you want?"

He tongue doesn't stop moving, his eyes flitting to mine, his intense gaze on me through the strands of hair in his face as he nods

Moving my hand down, I brush the hair out of his face, sliding my fingers in, holding the strands back so I can clearly see him

His tongue slides up from my hole, rolling over my clit and my back arches involuntarily in a slam of pleasure

"Changkyun!", I cry, his tongue gliding over my clit again and again, making sure I feel his whole tongue, from the flat of it to the tip as he moves it

I'm so much pleasure it's insane

I had no idea my best friend knows how to eat pussy like this

He changes things up, thrusting his tongue into my hole, then licking out and up my slit, ending with flicking my clit

"Oh my fucking god Kyun!"

Everytime his tongue goes in, I clench around it and everytime he groans

"God Changkyun, you're tongue is fucking amazing", I praise him, feeling so good as he goes harder, "Like eating my pussy?"

"Yes", he moans, then licks my clit, sending pleasure running down my spine

His tongue flies on my clit and it's so hot watching his tongue on me

Suddenly his mouth closes around my clit and he begins sucking as fast as he can

I shout in pleasure, my hand pulling his hair, hips snapping into his face

He alternates between licks and sucks as my hips keep moving, fucking his mouth

I can't stop the movements, wanting to cum so much

I feel it coming, tingles spreading in my body, as my back arches

His tongue throws me head first into an intense orgasm, unbelievably intense pleasure tsunaming over my body as I scream his name

"Changkyun! Changkyun! Oh fuck, Changkyun"

His tongue slides down my pussy into my hole and I keep fucking his face, riding out the bliss on his tongue

After the orgasm leaves me, I slump against the bed, releasing his hair

His hands push my legs open more, licking away

"So fucking good", he murmurs, "So sweet, fuck"

Is he... talking about me?

With a final lick, he moves back on his knees, his eyes moving to mine

"You taste so fucking good"

Holy shit, he is talking about me

I have no words, my mind blanking on what to say

His intense gaze makes me look down, in shyness

But when I do, I get an eyeful of his hard straining cock, cum leaking all over the bed

Oh my god, he's so hard...again

Is that because of me?

Horniness surges through my body again

I want him

Sitting up, I move closer to him, my hand around his hard dick

"Hard again?"

He nods, breathing out as I move my hand up and down his cock

"Eating my pussy did this to you?"

"Yes", he whispers

I'm honestly shocked but I like it

"Think I should try it out?", I smirk

His gaze on mine, he whimpers out a "yes"

I'm surprised but fuck, I'm taking it

"Oh? Is that what you want?", I murmur lowly, "Me sliding up and down your dick, riding you hard until I cum all over your cock? Using your cock to get off?"

"Yes, please yes", he moans

I really had no idea Changkyun could be so submissive

Just with the way he acts and the way he is on stage, he definitely seemed like one to dominate during sex

But I'm ok with doing the dominating

Letting go of his cock, I push him down hard on the bed, his back hitting the mattress

I turn around, climbing on him

I can't fuck him facing him

I can't see him under me, his beautiful face knowing this is the only time I'll ever be with him

I can't have that in my head, wanting that all the time when I know it'll never happen

Plus he's a guy so I know he'll like watching my pussy fuck him

I reach between us, guiding his cock to my hole and I start sitting on him

"Oh fuck", we both moan as I take him in, inch by inch

He's so fucking thick I have to push down hard to get him in but he opens my pussy so pleasurably, making me clench hard around him

He's so long but I'm definitely going to get him all in

There's no doubt about that

I bottom him out, sitting right against his thighs, just feeling him

He's so hard, touching all the right places, his head right against my spot, the full feeling so satisfying

I can't help starting to rock on him, his head rubbing my spot sending shivers down my spine

"Shit Kyun, you feel so good", I praise him, grinding on him, "So fucking big. You fill me up perfectly"

He whimpers as I start bouncing, feeling his perfect cock dragging through my cunt, giving me so much pleasure

It's insane how good he feels, almost like it's not real

But it is

I know it's because of my feelings for him that add to the pleasure but I push those away

It's just sex

I have to remember that

Leaning over on my hands, I bounce harder, now sliding up to his head and taking him back in with slam after slam

"How does my pussy feel?", I tease him, shaking my ass as I wiggle down his cock

God, he splits me open so fucking good, I can't get over it

"Fucking incredible", he gasps, "Tight. So fucking tight. So tiny. Wet. God you're so wet"

I know, I can hear the pornographic sounds of my soaked pussy taking his fat cock over and over

"You like my pussy this wet?"

"Yes", he whines, "Love it. Creaming my cock so much. All over my lap. So hot"

I can feel how wet his lap is and I'm actually shocked I got this wet

I definitely have never been this wet before

I have never felt pleasure like this before

It's everywhere, in every cell of my body and I'm happy it's him making me feel this way

At least I can have one mind blowing sexual experience with him

His moans get louder as I ride him hard, making me smirk

I'm glad I'm giving him so much pleasure as well

"Feels good Kyunnie?", I ask

"Yes", he chokes out

"How good?"

"Ttt... .the bbb...best", he stammers

He's lying

There's no way I'm the best

He's only saying it in the moment but still, I like hearing it

"Best pussy that ever fucked you?", I tease

"Fuck yes, yes. God, yes"

I wish

I look back over my shoulder at him, smirking, "Well then, maybe I should stop"

"Wah?", he barely gets out as I stop my movements once he's all in, just sitting on him

His cock throbs inside me as I squeeze him and I love that feeling

"Nnn....no", he whines, "Please"

"Hmm but if it feels too good, then you'll cum and I can't play anymore"

"I won't cum", he pleads, "I promise, I won't"

"I don't know", I answer, my smirk getting wider at the desperation on his face

This is fun

"You seem like you're barely controlling it"

"I can", he promises, "I can hold it"

"We'll see"

I slide up his dick, slowly, to his head, keeping it inside and clenching on it

"Fuck", he whimpers

I push down, sliding to about half his length, then go back up again

"No, all the way down. Ppp..please"

I slide down but again only half way before going up again

I do this a few more times, so slowly, hearing his frustrated whines

Sliding down again, he whimpers a please and I decided I teased him enough

This way

Taking him all in, I groan as his head rubs my spot as I sit on his lap

Beginning to move again, I give him what he wants and take him all in each time but I keep up the agonizingly slow pace

I like the way this feels too, where I can feel every inch of his thick cock moving inside me

But I know he wants it faster

"I can't...", he cries, begging, "More. Faster. Please baby, ride me"

The "baby" makes my heart catch but I refuse to make it a big deal

It does affect me but I won't show it

Giving in, I move up his dick then slam down hard and fast

"Yes fuck", he yells as I start bouncing again, fucking him hard

Fast

"Oh god", I whimper, taking his cock over and over

Fuck, the feel of him moving in and out is something I don't want to end

It's too fucking good

Mind blowingly good

The constant pleasure is bringing me so close to coming

"Gonna cum", I moan

"Yeah", he chokes out, "Cum on me. Please"

"Is that what you want?", I ask

"Yes, please yes! Wanna feel you"

Thank god because I'm right there

Sliding down, stars blast in my eyes as ecstasy explodes all over me and I cum on his perfect cock

"Changkyun!", I yell, my arms shaking as I try to hold myself up

"Oh my fucking god!", I hear him shouting, "Holy shit, it feels so good. You feel so good"

Through the pleasure, I recognize that my orgasm feels good for him

Holy shit

When the pleasure finally ends, I lean down on my arms, sucking in air

I'm so sweaty, so hot

"Please, more", he begs, "I want more of you"

I want more of him too

So much more

"Yeah Kyunnie", I tell him, starting to get back up on my hands

"Wait", he says softly, "Face me. Please"

I close my eyes, trying to figure out a way to tell him no

I feel his hand touch my thigh, slowly moving up and down

"Please baby"

Fuck

Knowing I can't deny him, I nod and move off him, bracing myself to have the image of him under me burned in mind

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Changkyun POV

She moves off me and turns around

My breath catches seeing her beautiful face, her sweaty hot body climbing on top of me

I was so embarrassed when she walked in on me jerking off to her but fuck right now I'm glad she did

I never thought I'd ever be with her like this

I've fantasized about her for years, wanting only her

Falling in love with her

But she's oblivious, only seeing me as her idol best friend

And I'm too scared of losing her to say anything

I can't handle her ending our friendship because she doesn't feel like that for me

She's been in my life since we were eight

I need her

She holds my dick up, sitting on my head, pushing down

"Fuck", she moans, her eyes closed, her hands on my chest as she wiggles down my cock

I moan too, feeling her incredibly tight pussy stretch open around me

Just getting inside her is fucking amazingly blissful

She's so wet, dripping down my length as she buries my whole cock inside her

Her hips immediately move, grinding down on me, pleasure shooting up my spine and spreading to every fucking cell

"Ready baby?", she asks

Oh god, hearing her call me baby....fuck it's something I only dreamed of

To say I love it is an understatement

"Yes", I answer

She sits up, running her fingers in her sweaty hair, tossing it over her shoulder

God, she's so fucking hot without even trying

She leans on my stomach, starting to move in small bounces

I watch her move faster, her bounces increasing until she's sliding up to my head then surging back down, burying me deep inside her

She moans each time, rocking on my head and I suspect that's hers spot because her body trembles every time

"Dddd...does it feel good?", I ask

She smirks down at me as she bounces, her beads of sweat rolling down between her breasts

Fuck me, so hot

"You cock is so good Kyunnie", she answers, her eyes staring into mine, "Gonna want to ride you everyday"

I whimper, nodding, "You can. Please, you can"

Anything to be close to her

She raises her eyebrow, "Oh yeah? You'll let me use this cock anytime I want?"

Definitely

"Yes"

"Hmm", she says, "Good to know"

She rides me harder, her boobs bouncing in my face and I just want to touch her

"Can I touch?", I ask softly

She tilts her head to the side, "Is that what you want?"

She's asking that question a lot and each time it's a resounding yes

I never submitted so fast to anyone but once I heard her ask me that the first time I just did

And I've been submissive the whole time

Honestly, I like it a lot

I like her taking control, I feel safe with her to let her control me

And she's so good at it

"Yes", I answer

"Ok baby. You can touch", she agrees

I immediately move my hands to her thighs, slowly dragging them up, over her hips, along her body, feeling her soft smooth skin

"Fuck", she whimpers, "Your hands feel so good"

I smile softly, continuing the path my hands are going

Finally wrapping around my hands around her boobs, I squeeze gently

Fuck, they're so soft, so bouncy, jiggling in my hand

I rake my eyes up and down her body, watching her move so hypnotically on me

Her pussy takes my cock so easily, so much cream all over my lap and my dick, her tiny hole stretching so prettily

I can't believe she takes me so well, moaning that I feel good

I'm glad I can give her so much pleasure, it's something I've fantasized about

Having her under me, moaning for me to fuck her more, begging me to cum

This is different and truthfully better than my fantasy

"Changkyun", she whimpers, leaning back on my thighs as she impales herself on my cock

I can't describe the feeling of hearing her moan my name

It just turns me on and I never loved hearing my name more

She moves faster than I thought she could, desperately fucking me, the pulsing of her cunt around me so fucking pleasurable

"Kyun"

"Please cum on me", I whimper

I need to feel it again

Her orgasm....the pleasure from it.....fuck

Like nothing I ever felt

"Changkyun!", she cries, coming on me, her body shaking, hands squeezing my thighs as bliss crashes over me

She clenches me so hard, making me gasp, my whole lap soaking wet

Looking down, I gape as her pussy squirts all around my cock

Oh my fucking god

I didn't know she could do that

It's so fucking hot

Moving my fingers to her clit, I rub it quickly in a circle, wanting her to keep coming

She finishes squirting but her hips move, rocking on me, squeezing the life from my dick

Pleasure is all over her face, her body soaking in sweat, her nipples so hard as she cries my name, orgasming right after squirting

"Fffff....fff...fuck", I choke out, feeling the spasms from her cunt so acutely

She's so fucking gorgeous

Her body slips to the side when she finishes and I grab her to keep her upright

"I want to fuck you", I blurt, needing more of her, "Please, can I fuck you? It's what I want"

She opens her eyes, gazing at me

"Yeah", she agrees

Sitting right up, I pull her to me, rolling us over, getting her under me

Before I do anything, I move down her body, open her legs and lick up all her cum

"Kyunnie", she whines

She tastes so fucking amazing, so sweet, I need it

Cleaning up her pussy, I press a kiss to her then move up, on top of her

She looks up at me and I don't think, I just lean down and crash my lips to hers

In the second her lips touch mine, absolutely everything changes

My head spins and I feel like the ground is falling away from me, the butterflies in my stomach going in a frenzy

She's mine

I can't let her go

She's the one

I knew she was all along but this one kiss confirms it

She instantly kisses me back, her arms around my neck, her fingers in my hair, her tongue against mine

As I fall into her kiss, I move her legs around me, sliding right inside her until I'm buried to the hilt

Her body shakes against mine, arching into me as she moans in the kiss

As we kiss, I pull back then roll my hips towards her, my cock sliding back into her, loving the way her pussy splits open for me

As I thrust, I slowly build up speed until I'm fucking into her, swallowing all her gorgeous moans

Her arms move from my neck to around me, her hands on my back, holding me against her as I pound into her

"Don't let go of me baby", I murmur against her lips, loving the feeling of being in her embrace, "Please, keep your arms around me"

She nods, pressing her lips to mine again

Slipping my hand down, I grip her cute ass, pressing her as close as she can get, the wet sound of her pussy taking my cock so loud in the room

I can't tear my lips from hers, kissing her wildly, passionately

I can't stop, I need her lips against mine

I don't know if I'll ever get to kiss her again and that thought is heartbreaking

Her fingers dig into my back as the familiar feeling of her pussy fluttering around me intensifies

She's close

And I know I'm gonna cum when she does

Breaking the kiss, I lean my forehead against hers

"Ccc....can I cum inside you?"

She smiles so beautifully, "Is....is that.... fuck....what you want?"

I nod, "Yeah baby"

"Yes. You can"

"Is that what you want?", I ask her

I want her to want that too, not just to say yes because I want it

"Yes Kyun, yes. I want it", she moans, her fingers gripping my back hard, "Want your cum inside me"

I groan at her words, fucking into her spot harder

"Fuck, fuck Changkyun!", she cries, her legs tightening around me as she cums all over me

The ecstasy I feel shoves me over the edge and I shove my cock all in, falling into an intense orgasm

"Fuck Joanne, oh god Joanne!", I shout, shooting my cum deep into her

"Fuck Kyunnie, baby", she moans, both of us clinging onto each other, "Kiss me"

Anytime

Crashing my lips against hers, I kiss her deeply, my tongue immediately against hers

She holds me tightly as the pleasure ends, her lips never leaving mine

I pull out of her and we both roll over, facing each other, tangled together

I never want this to end

Everything is perfect

We kiss for a long time, just holding each other but of course it has to end

I look down at her, running my fingers in her hair, her cheeks turning pink

She breaks eye contact, saying, "Uh I...uh I guess I should go"

I panic, not wanting her to leave

If she leaves then it's over, everything is done with and I'll never be with her like this again

I shake my head, "Don't go. Don't ever go"

Confusion fills her eyes as she asks, "I...I don't know what that means. I'm uh gonna have to eventually go. We can't stay here forever"

But god do I want to

"I uh should go before it gets more awkward"

"No", I whisper, despair filling me, "Don't leave me jagi. Please baby don't go"

I know she's so confused and I just say fuck it

"I love you", I whisper, her eyes widening in shock, "I...I love you. Please Jo, you're...you're the only one I want, the only person I ever fell in love with. I want to be with you so badly baby. I love you so much"

I know I sound so sad and pathetic, begging her to stay with me but I don't know what else to do

I don't know how else to make her know how much I want her

"I love you", she whispers, shocking the fuck out of me

"W..what?", I say, scared that I just imagined what she said

"I love you Kyunnie. For a long time. I just want you too. If you're serious then I'll never leave you"

Happiness bursts in my body as I nod, "I'm serious jagi. I love you"

"I love you", she smiles, running her fingers in my hair, "You're all mine now"

"Always jagi. I was always yours and I always will be"

"And I'll always be yours Kyun"

I smile so happily, in awe that she's finally mine

"Kiss me Kyun", she whispers, "Kiss me and don't stop"

"I won't", I promise, pressing my lips against hers in a kiss full of love

[whiteteadreams]

Hi! Can i request something like the reader wants to suck Wonho's nipples?

I was thinking a lot about this...🥴🥴

You Want to What?

Pairing: Shin Hoseok (Wonho) x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: Fluff, mature language/cursing, smut, not 100% proofread

Smut Warnings: Body worship (m receiving), nipple play (both m and f receiving), groping, dry humping, coming in pants

a/n- i am so sorry this took so long to write but thank you for being patient with me and um this is something that plagues my mind CONSTANTLY like tysm for requesting that. .

anyways- pls enjoy the blurb

He was somehow even more shocked when he heard you repeat it. “But, why? Why would you want to suck my nipples?” What a stupid question. “Look at them! They’re perfect.” Hoseok had backed away from your curious hands that had started to reach for his chest, but his lower back had hit the kitchen counter.

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“You want to what?” Hoseok’s eyebrows were mixed in with his hairline and his cheeks were the reddest they have ever been once your request met his ears. “I want to suck your nipples.”

“You like to suck on my boobs and nipples, so why can’t I do the same with yours?” He didn’t respond, his eyes were casted down, presumably looking at his own chest. “I mean, I guess you could. Are we gonna do this right now or next time we have sex?” Even his ears were flushed with embarrassment as he looked back up at you, he saw that your eyes were blown with lust and that those same eyes weren’t looking at his face.

“I don’t want to wait but since this is going to be new for you, we can do it whenever you want.” Hoseok thought about it for a few seconds, flexing his pecs and then releasing them, watching them under his shirt. He looked almost insecure, which was the last thing he should ever feel.

Looking up from his chest, he made eye contact with you, and although you were wet at the thought of playing with his chest like he does yours, you offered him a gentle smile. He received the message subconsciously and nodded.

He was the first one to take a step towards you, but you weren’t far behind. Your lips met first and your hands were placed on his firm chest, you always laid them there when you kissed but this seemed different.

Normally, your hands would stay flat on his chest, but this time you squeezed around his mounds and listened to the gasp that escaped his mouth. It caused your lips to disconnect, and you leaned back to look at him. “Do you want to keep going?” This was new for him, and you didn’t want to rush anything.

“Please, don’t stop.” You just smirked and started walking backwards, out of the kitchen and towards the living room. Hoseok immediately followed you, close enough for your hands to reach out and grab the hem of his muscle tee.

Hoseok came closer to reconnect your lips but before you let him do that, you pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing what you’ve been drooling over since you’ve met him. His pecs. “Fuck, Hoseok, I love your tits.” You saw the blush that appeared on his face and then bent down to bring your lips to the level which his right nipple was.

Instead of instantly wrapping your lips around the bud, you used it to trace your lips, feeling the slight tickle the friction brought. You could feel Hoseok’s eyes looking down at you, almost curiously. But he was still self-conscious. “Hey um, Y/n can we move this to the couch or bedroom so we aren’t standing in the middle room, and can you take your shirt off too?”

You giggled at his shyness, but still led him to your couch. Pushing him to sit down, you stood up long enough to take off your own shirt, and then straddled his lap. He gasped once the heat of your cunt was up against his hardening dick. Although you had on sweats and Hoseok, a pair of loose basketball shorts, you could still feel each other.

“Y/n, please, need you.” He bucked his hips up into yours, trying to receive any kind of friction he could get, but you weren’t done playing with him, worshipping him. “Hm, I’m not done yet though.” He just whined and clenched his hands into fists, trying to keep his hips still.

You let your hands wander around his firm chest, feeling the muscles jump and tense underneath your palms. The man underneath you kept switching his gaze between your roaming hands making contact to his chest or your curious eyes. But when he felt you pinch his nipples his head fell back and his eyes closed, enjoying the new feeling of pleasure and slight pain. When you pinched a bit tighter his mouth fell open and his hips rose up. When you tweaked his nipple sharper and sharper a long moan was released from the back of his throat that turned into a whimper.

When you released his nipples, Hoseok could still feel the pain linger and his nipples and areolas were left slightly puffy. The pleasurable sting, however, was quickly soothed by a warm and wet feeling. He looked down at you and the sight itself made his cock twitch. Your lips were enclosed around his left nipple and his right was being rubbed by the pad of your thumb.

Whimpers were heard coming from Hoseok, who seemingly enjoyed this, maybe even more than you. Which was hard to believe with how much arousal was starting to drip down your thighs, surely visible through your sweatpants. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Hoseok choked out as you rolled your hips into his, your mouth switching to the other nipple, leaving the other covered in spit. Too focused on the inner goal you had, to make Hoseok cum like this, to answer his question.

You knew that he was already being stimulated from the attention his nipples were receiving but to make him cum in his pants, you were going to have to speed up your hips and add more pressure. So, that’s exactly what you did, and Hoseok’s cries were enough to let you know that he was enjoying this.

Taking a break on sucking the buds, you started to suck the skin of his pecs, aiming to leave marks on the mounds. After sucking particularly deep on some spots, you made sure to lick over it to ease the forming bruise, always catching his nipple in the trail of your tongue.

You did this while you continuously rolled your hips into his, the two of you were humping each other like animals in heat at this point, only thinking about the chase of your release and making it to the edge or euphoria. Finally giving his now swollen and bruised chest a break, your once occupied lips made their way up to him, something Hoseok has been praying for, just to feel your lips on his again.

“Y/n, I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants if you keep doing that.” Hoseok moaned into your mouth, you smiled with an open mouth too fucked out, without even having him in you, to comprehend anything anymore. You finally got to live out the fantasy that always made its way into your head when you were getting yourself off. “I want you to- you to cum in your pants, for me.”

Feeling your sweatpants pull with each thrust caused your panties to rub against your clit, with the feeling of Hoseok being pressed up against you, you were getting close as well. “I’m gonna cum too Hoseok. So close.”

Your nails dug into his scalp, his hips snapping into yours, and soon the both of you were crying out into the other’s mouth, lust blown eyes, the aroma of sex, the bruises blooming on Hoseok’s chest, all of it got to you and you couldn’t hold off anymore. The dam within you burst and you were cumming on top of Hoseok, him following quickly after you.

When your highs subsided, the aura was different on both of your sides, while Hoseok’s was slight embarrassment from how much he liked that, and yours was from your ego being stroked, the ability to make Hoseok cum in his pants was something you’d never not pat yourself on the back for. “Thank you for letting me do that, I really enjoyed it and it seems like you did too.” He smiled and looked down at the crotch of his shorts, seeing a dark spot made his eyes shoot up to yours, not wanting to see his mess.

“Don’t worry baby, it just means you liked it, and I know I did.” Your grin made Hoseok slightly worried of what else was circling in your head but if any of it was like this, he couldn’t wait to try it, in fact, “Can we do this again sometime soon?”

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Changkyun is the type of boyfriend to slide into the shower behind you and wrap his arms around you whenever you end your shifts extremely late. It does not matter if it is 2 AM or 4 AM. He just wants to spend some time with his favorite person, check in with you, ask why are you back so late, wash your hair for you... Whenever you tell him that it is your day off, he would immediately stop worrying and start planning what he is going to make for breakfast once you wake up.

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Should I make a one-shot out of it?

One-shot

[tinytinyblogs]

Minhyuk As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

Monsta X Masterlist Here

He loves playing games with you, and he'll happily spend all day doing so. You'll both scream so loudly when you lose, but I hope your neighbors don't mind! You and Minhyuk are the loudest gamers in the neighborhood. You scream and shout and cheer so loudly that your neighbors probably think you're crazy. But you don't care, because you're having too much fun. You'll spend hours playing your favorite games, whether it's Mario Kart, Super Smash Bros., or League of Legends. You'll trash-talk each other and laugh at each other's misfortunes. You'll even get a little competitive, but it's all in good fun. When you finally lose, you'll both scream and shout in frustration. But then you'll laugh it off and start a new game. You'll never get tired of playing games together, because it's always so much fun.

Minhyuk knows how to make you smile, and spending time with him is always so much fun. So when he's away for a few days, you might feel a little bored. But don't worry, there are plenty of things you can do to keep yourselves entertained.

Minhyuk suggested adopting a puppy on a whim, and you thought it was a great idea. You spent the whole day running around the house taking pictures of the puppy, trying to get the perfect shot. You and Minhyuk had been talking about getting a puppy for a while, but you never really took the initiative to do it. But one day, Minhyuk came home from work and said, "I think we should adopt a puppy." You were a little surprised, but you were also excited. You had always wanted a puppy, and you knew Minhyuk would be a great dog dad.

This man will be extremely worried if you get sick or if he sees you crying in front of him. He will do whatever it takes to take care of you, even if it means googling how to take care of you or calling Kihyun at 3 a.m. in the morning. He will hold your hand and tell you everything is going to be okay. He will get you a warm blanket and a cup of tea. He will stay up with you all night if he has to. He will do whatever it takes to make sure you feel better. He knows that you are his priority, and he will do anything to make sure you are happy and healthy. He is the most caring and supportive person you know, and you are lucky to have him in your life.

Minhyuk would love to take you to all the cute and aesthetic places in town. He would start by taking you to a cafe with a beautiful view. You would order coffee and pastries, and you would sit outside and people-watch. Then, he would take you to a flower shop, where you would pick out a bouquet of flowers for each other. After that, you would go for a walk in the park, and you would take some couple photos in front of the fountain. For dinner, he would take you to a restaurant with a romantic atmosphere. You would order your favorite dishes, and you would talk for hours. After dinner, he would walk you back to your apartment, and he would kiss you goodnight. Minhyuk would be so proud to be your boyfriend, and he would want everyone to know it. He would show the members the couple photos he took of you, and he would tell them all about the date. He would tell them about the food you ate, the things you did, and how much fun you had together. He would be so happy to have you in his life, and he would want to share his happiness with everyone.

Minhyuk is so proud to be your boyfriend that he can't help but brag about you to his members. He'll tell them stories about your dates, your conversations, and even your quirks. At first, they'll be happy for him, but eventually they'll start to get tired of hearing about you all the time. They might even start to tease him about it. But Minhyuk doesn't care. He's just so happy to have you in his life, and he wants everyone to know about it. Even though the members might get tired of hearing about you, they would still be happy for Minhyuk. They would know that he's found someone special, and they would be supportive of his relationship with you.

Your relationship with Minhyuk is always exciting and never dull. You always have something to look forward to, whether it's a new date night, a weekend getaway, or just spending time together at home. Minhyuk always knows how to make you laugh, and he always makes you feel loved and appreciated. You feel like the luckiest person in the world to have Minhyuk in your life. He is everything you could ever want in a partner. He is kind, funny, supportive, and loving. He always puts your needs first, and he always makes you feel special. Minhyuk tells you that he loves you more and more every day. He says that you are the most amazing person he has ever met, and that he can't imagine his life without you. You believe him, because you feel the same way about him.

[nerdyjournals]

Random texts with Monsta X

Ship: bsf!mx x reader Notes: mentions of food and gremlin energy

[laysdimplesareillegal]

The Tummy Makes Another Appearance

Monsta X

Pairing: Idol!Changkyun x Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested?: nope!

Summary: I’m on that Changkyun tummy agenda 🥰just here to spread the love of Changkyun’s cute lil tummy

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Never Enough

Summary: A beautifully decorated dorm for Christmas, features the one thing you wish to avoid most. Mistletoe.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship Au

Word Count: 1,555

Kihyun X Reader

Requested: for the 12 days of winter, can I request #10 “Mistletoe… my arch enemy” with Kihyun? Thank you!! ☃️

Prompt: 9. “Mistletoe… my arch enemy”

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Kihyun spends every year decorating the dorm for their annual Christmas party. It’s something that he enjoys. So, when he invites you, it's not only to celebrate the holiday together. It's also to show you his hard work. And honestly, you couldn’t wait to see all his decorations. He came over to your house the night before brimming with excitement, “I want to see your reaction firsthand when we walk in together.” You shook your head at him but couldn’t help but grin, knowing how much hard work he put into it.

While Kihyun is getting dressed for the festivities, you're sitting at your desk doing your last-minute wrapping. You hear him hum and turn towards him. He asks, “Ready, baby?” You look down at your outfit and wipe off a few pieces of wrapping shred, “Yeah!” He pulls you up from your chair, spins you into his arms, and kisses your cheek. You blush as he leads you to the front door. You both pull on your shoes and coats before walking hand in hand to the party.

You gasp as you reach the outside of the dorm. He decorated the outside with Christmas trees wrapped in garland and ceramic snowmen holding welcome signs leading toward the entrance. He unlocks the door, and you notice the beautiful wreath outside the door. You grin before seeing his holy grail: the living room. It looks like he’s been working on this for months. When in reality, he texted you that he was starting to decorate the dorm last Monday. He went full out from white Christmas string lights that line the room and hang down from the ceiling to hanging ornaments and stars from the string lights, making it look like a Christmas wonderland. He watches you with delight as you let out little oohs and ahhs as you take in everything.

And that's when you see his miniature village that lines the wall. He smiles and leads you closer to it, “There’s a house for all seven of us that live at the dorms.” You nod, and he smiles, “That’s our house.” He points to a beautiful two-story miniature with little dogs in Santa hats and two village people kissing. And you giggle before saying, “You made us so cute. Oh, it’s all so lovely, Ki. You've worked so hard.” He fills with pride as he points out each little thing he did. Like how he made the mixture of snow with cotton and glue. And how he used fishing wire to hang the bulbs and stars.

You watch him excitedly tell you about it all. And you hang onto his every word, “What about the Santa hats on each photo frame?” He smiles, “I used that blue putty to attach each hat.” He leads you to the photo you both took together last Christmas, “You gave me a (f/c) hat?” He nods, “I tried to get everyone’s favorite color hat, but I made yours and mine specially.” You look over at him, “Seriously?” He smiles, “I used the regular foam colors for everyone but yours and mine.” You nod, and he continues, “I mixed acrylic paint to make the colors of our hats.” You blink your tears back to avoid them rolling down your cheeks. But you smile at him and kiss his cheek, “I love all of your decorations, but your attention to detail is my favorite.” He smiles, and you pull him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around you, and you squeeze him.

When you pull away, he leads you down the hallway and shows you the pine-like garland he looped along the walls and each wreath he hung on every door. You ask, “Did the boys help you at all?” That’s when Jooheon comes out of his room and says, “He never lets us do anything past putting out the boxes and decorating the main tree together.” You shake your head at him, “He’s a cute perfectionist, ain’t he?” “He’s a perfectionist, alright.” You hide your laugh as Jooheon continues, “Definitely not as cute as me.” You laugh, and as he leaves, Kihyun pouts, and you kiss it away. “You’re way cuter.” He nods, “And?” You sigh, “And handsome.” He smiles, satisfied with your answer, “I swear you learned that from Joo and Min.” He shrugs, “It comes in handy.” You shake your head, and you continue your tour.

You both exit the hallway, and he walks you through the living room to the kitchen. The party was starting to get into full swing when you see it, “Mistletoe…” You glare at it as you grow closer to it. And continue, “My arch enemy.” He raises his eyebrow and gives you a confused look, “What? Why is that?” You shrug at his question and put your hands in your pocket. “I’ve never been kissed under it.” He laughs and shakes his head, “I’m surprised. Someone as cute as you should have been already.” He pulls your left hand out of your pocket and goes, “Come on.” You tilt your head at him, “Why?” He grins, “You’ll see.” He has you follow him to the opening and stops under the mistletoe. “Would you mind if I was your first?” You blush and shake your head, and he holds your cheek in his free hand and brings you in for a short yet sweet kiss.

You hear loud cheers of “(Y/n)!” and “Kihyun!” You turn beet red as you look over to see Hoseok holding a camera and taking a photo of you while Minhyuk cheers for you two to kiss again. Kihyun leans in to ask, “Want to give them a show?” You smirk, your confidence soaring with him in front of you, and give him a nod. He moves his hand from beside your jaw to underneath and kisses you deeply. The two hoot and holler as you move your free hand into his hair and weave your fingers through, deepening the kiss. When he pulls away, you’re both left breathless. The other two are busy looking through their camera shots, but you can only see him. His cheeks are a rosy-red, and he’s grinning at you, “How was that for your first time under the mistletoe?” You mirror his grin and say, “I hope it happens many more times.” He smiles and squeezes your interlocked hands as you release your grip on his hair.

You kiss his nose for good measure before you both walk into the kitchen and grab some snacks to eat. He carries your shared plate, and you get your first drinks of the evening. As you walk back underneath the mistletoe, you grin as you pull him into your arms, and he gasps as you pull him into a kiss this time. You linger in the passageway before pulling away to continue walking and laugh, “I didn’t know my arch enemy could become my most revered friend.” He smirks, “You know that’s not the only time you can kiss me, right?” You shrug, “But it’s more special that way.” He shakes his head and kisses your forehead as you sit together on the couch. You crack open your drinks and say, “Cheers to many more mistletoe kisses?” He laughs and cheers, “To many more!” You clink them together before drinking from them. You smile and snuggle into his side as you both eat your snacks.

You both end up under the mistletoe many more times. For something you hated before because you never experienced it, you certainly couldn’t get enough of it now that you had. And as long as it was making you happy, Kihyun was more than happy to oblige. Although you partake in games and feast, the plant is the most exciting part. And who were you to resist, especially when you get to kiss a guy like Kihyun?

As the last few guests filter out and all of you have rid the dorm of litter. And the rest of the members have retired to their rooms. You dance with Kihyun to the Christmas music that's softly filtering out of the speakers. You sway in his arms as you look over to the mistletoe. He whispers, “You wish to be kissed under there again?” You shrug as you look into his eyes, “Here’s fine, too.” He gives you a small kiss before spinning you underneath the mistletoe and kisses you again. When he pulls away, you wait a moment before pulling him back in, “Because one is never enough.”

You continue swaying underneath the mistletoe before hearing something clattering. You catch Changkyun sliding through the space between the island and cabinets to get a glass of water. You two snicker as he mumbles, “I can’t wait for you two to get tired of the mistletoe.” Kihyun smirks, “You’re just jealous you didn’t get to kiss anyone under it this year.” He scoffs as grabs his glass of water, “Good night, (Y/n). Good night, Ki...” You two giggle at Changkyun as he scoots back through the way he came. When he's made it safely back into his room, Kihyun asks, “One more, for good ole time's sake?” You nod, “Yeah, and then you can put it away tomorrow.” He smiles and brings you in for one last kiss underneath the mistletoe.

[j0514x]

Wonho + Monsta X - hands

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Hyungwon -

His hands are found in poems spilled from bleeding authors, in paintings rendered with oil so finely the brush hairs could be counted by eye. Ever so translucent, his skin is blushed with reddened knuckles, veins rivers blue. The smallest moment of action immortalised in the canvas of his hands. Angular, they cast harsh shadows, ink black spilling in the chasms behind tendons. You stroke over the bruises on his knuckles; he responds impossibly small, timid, fingertips pulling you closer.

Shownu -

Shaped with artistic intent, they don curves, slopes, edges so beautifully unique. You brush past the flat of his thumbnail, trail caught on the peak of his knuckle. Ridges of tendons twitch under your touch; he watches your travels fondly. Tension radiates through his hand, movements to diversify the landscape you explore. Knuckle to knuckle you walk, before taking his hand in its entirety, threading his fingers with yours.

Wonho -

Rough, blistered, they never rest. He treats them as well as he can, nails tidy and glossy, but the weight they carry leaves remnants of itself on his palms. Collateral damage of his will. You graze a finger across the calloused skin, he laughs, hand squeezing yours. Always so warm, a strength to them that doesn't threaten but reassures. He uses his free hand a frame, bringing it to cup the side of your face. A thumb strokes across the stubble peppered on your skin, a morning rushed, mirrored roughness. He still hasn't let go of your other hand.

Minhyuk -

Expansive, they hold the world with ease. Slender fingers, delicate, but always with a paint stain on of the edge of his clipped nails. Blue, normally. They move with purpose, with practiced skill, stability. They tremble still, in moments uncertain, but you hold them steady, tracing a thumb over the defined tendons, over the plush of his palm. He thanks you with safety, with a grasp that will protect you for as long as it can.

Kihyun -

Teasing, dangerous. He knows the subtle movements, the inconspicuous actions that reward him with legs crossed to hide a sudden secret. He knows the way his fingers move in fluidity, stroking his mic stand, up and down... The way he'll mindlessly spin a ring around the soft flesh of a finger, tarnished silver dizzy. The way he'll trace his own contours, fingers rubbing at the protrusion of bones, of tendons and veins. He knows the way you never look away; the way you keep pulling your sweater slightly so slightly lower.

Jooheon -

Hidden in the warmth of his sweater sleeves, he keeps them safe. A soft 'hyung', and you steal his attention, fingers instinctively reaching out for yours, offer of shared protection on their tips. His hands only feel whole with yours, adopting them as such, sharing pockets, sleeves, gloves... He lets go only with a pout, and a promise to return.

Changkyun -

A silent voice, he tells with his hands what his lips cannot. Eyes drawn down, slim fingers find comfort in each other, a ring being spun, a nail being traced. Hands folded in on themselves. Palm warm, a hand on knee, thumb stroking the thigh soothingly. The expanse of his hand offering comfort, reassurance. Duality, forever on his wrist, forever in his hands.

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[bteezxyewriter12]

Take My Picture~ Changkyun 2

Pairing- Changkyun x Named Reader

Word count- 1.5k

Includes- sex, riding, sex from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @itsshaydeekaydee @seokwoosmole @wisejudgedragonhairdo

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Changkyun POV

I slowly lift up my shirt, exposing my hard earned abs, looking at the camera as the photographer takes a picture

"Serious face", he says

I school my features into a serious yet soft look, the camera shutter going off over and over

I quickly glance at my girlfriend, who's standing behind the photographer

She's glaring at me, her arms crossed

I'm a little confused

Why is she angry?

Is she angry at me?

I'm a little thrown off, but I keep posing for the shoot

As soon as I finish, I look around for her but she's not out on the beach

Did she go inside?

Why didn't she wait for me?

I head to the small building we're using as a place to dress and get hair and makeup to look for her

She's not in the dressing room we're using

There's only like three more rooms in this building so I start heading to the next one to look for her

Passing by the third room, I find her pacing inside

Opening the door, I walk inside, closing it

"Joanne, are-"

I don't even finish what I'm saying before her lips are on mine, kissing me

Fuck

Yes

I kiss her back, my arms going around her

She starts undoing my belt and pants, maneuvering me to the little couch that's in this room

She drops my pants and boxers, pushing me on the couch

I'm so fucking excited

Sitting down, she climbs on me, lifting her short skirt, pulling her panties to the side

I grip her hips helping her slide down my cock

"Oh fuck", she moans, shaking

"Fuck", I groan, pleasure running through me as she starts bouncing on me

Fuck yes

Her hand glides in the back of my hair and she pulls my head back against the couch

She kisses my neck all over, leaving all my nerves on fire

"You bad boy", she growls, "Showing off your body like that, knowing I'm right there"

"Jagi", I whimper, pleasure taking over every cell in my body

"You did it on purpose. You did it so I would jump on you the first break and fuck you", she continues, rolling her hips, her tight cunt taking me back in

Fuck, so good

"Admit Kyunnie", she urges, bouncing slightly "Or I'm not gonna fuck you"

"Yes", I admit, immediately

There is no way she's getting off me right now

No way

I need her pretty wet cunt to stay on me, ride me

"I did it so you'd fuck me jagi. Fuck just looking at you sitting there in your tiny dress, watching me. I wanted to fuck you right there"

"Not nice Kyun. That's the second time you've teased me. You're being mean again", she frowns, stopping all her movements

I know she's talking about the time I fucked her in the kitchen when the guys were in the dining room

I edged her a lot and didn't let her cum on my cock

But I did make it up to her later that night

I ate her cunt good and fucked her hard

Made her cum around eight times

"Sorry baby. Fuck I'm sorry. I won't be mean anymore. I promise"

"Are you sure?", she pouts, starting to move on me again

"I'm sure baby. Please fuck me", I beg

God she is the only girl I've ever begged to fuck me

The only one I will ever beg

She's my everything and I love her so much

"Ok Kyunnie", she says, pressing her lips to mine

She moves faster, slamming hard on me

Fucking hell, feels so good

She's so wet, it's all over me, the squelching sound of her pussy sucking me back in so loud and so pretty

Moving my hips to her ass, I grab her cute cheeks and help her ride my cock

She's pulsing so hard and I just want her cream all over me

Right now

"Cum for me baby", I murmur

"Changkyun, oh fuck yes", she yells, the pleasure of her orgasm amazing

God I love her screaming my name

"Yes baby, cry my name baby girl. Let everyone know who's cock make you feel this good"

"Kyun!"

She finishes but keeps bouncing and I thrust up into her spot when she comes back down

"Fuck", she moans

I slam hard in her over and over, going so deep into her, her cunt holding my shaft in a vice grip

She pants, slamming herself on my cock over and over, getting closer

"Cum on your cock jagi", I whisper in her ear

Thrusting in her as she bounces, she screams my name, coming and shaking

"Changkyun! Changkyun!"

I watch her cum in awe, seeing how beautiful she is

I love watching her cum

Always did

She's in such pleasure and she's leaning back so far, she starts falling backwards

My arms shoot out and I stop her, pulling her to me

I never had a girl cum as hard as she does

I love it and it feels incredible

When she finishes, I pull her off me, she whines, "No. I want back on"

"Get naked now", I order

I'm taking charge now

I let her dom me, now my turn

She pulls her shirt off, takes off her bra and skirt

I watch her strip while I take the rest of my clothes off too

"Get on your hands and knees"

She does exactly what I tell her, her pretty creamy cunt on display

"Good girl", I tell her, so turned on Getting behind her, I thrust inside her pussy, bottoming out instantly

"Yes Changkyun, oh my god"

I slam her again, hard but just once

"Kkk... Kyunnie more", she asks

Thrusting again, only once, I tell her, "No baby. I let you do whatever you wanted on my cock. Now it's my turn to fuck you how I want. And I want you to beg for it"

"You promised you wouldn't be mean!", she whines

"I lied", I smirk

Thrusting again, she moans loudly, her pussy clenching my cock so hard

"I don't hear you baby girl", I growl

"Please give me more Kyunnie. Please baby"

I pound into her hard but at a slow steady pace

The pleasure is amazing, the feel of her tight cunt spreading open for my cock at steady bliss

God I love ruining her

"Please Kyunnie. Wanna cum"

Shoving my cock all in, I grind and rock into her, my head rubbing on her spot

"Yes Kyunnie! Oh fuck", she moans, her body shaking

"Yeah baby girl. Feels so good", I praise her, letting her cunt clench me over and over

"More Kyunnie. I need your cock. Please"

"Ok jagi. You're being such a good girl, begging for me", I tell her, starting to pound slow but hard into her cunt

I watch her pretty slit open and strain around my cock, pouring cream down my length and that sight is fucking mind blowing

She's so little but she takes me so well

"Be my good girl baby and cum", I demand, pounding in her spot

I keep going slow, thrusting in her hard, one slam at a time

She throbs on me and I know the next slam will make her cum

I pull almost all out, then crash back into her, burying my cock right into her spot

"Changkyun!", she screams, coming hard, her arms and legs shaking

Pleasure hits me hard from her orgasm

God it feels amazing

"Good girl", I praise her

Her arms buckle and she starts to fall forward

"Stay up baby. I'm not done fucking you"

She straightens her arms, holding herself up

"Good baby"

Gripping her hips, I pound into her fast and hard

"Kyunnie!", she screams in pleasure, "Don't stop. Oh god don't stop"

I can't stop

I don't want the bliss to stop either

"Get tighter baby", I order and she squeezes my cock harder than before

Jesus, it feels so good pushing through her tightness

"Good girl. You're my good girl", I tell her, slamming away

I feel her getting ready and I can't wait for it

"Kyunnie!", she cries, coming and making pleasure wash over me

"Yes baby. More. I need more", I pant, still fucking her hard, "Cum again"

"Oh fuck!", I hear her moan, her throbbing getting more intense

"Baby listen to me. Cum again. Now!"

"Oh my god!", she shouts, her pussy coming again, drenching me in cream

I can't hold back, the pleasure is too much and I slam inside her, holding her on my cock while I cum hard inside her, filling her tiny cunt

"Joanne, baby girl. Fuck", I shout

When I finish, I pull out and sit back breathing hard while she lays down on her stomach

Laying on top of her, I kiss her shoulders, running my fingers all over her, feeling her skin trembles

She giggles, pushing into me and cuddling as much as she can

"Do you have to go back right now?"

I probably have to for group pictures but if she wants to cuddle they can wait a few minutes

"In a few minutes jagi. But I'll cuddle you until then"

She turns her body around to face me, smiling, "Yay"

My god she's adorable

"Kiss me Kyunnie"

Always

Lowing my mouth to hers I kiss her in a sweet and loving kiss

[by-tea]

claws

author note: i saw these and thought of changkyun immediately. 

summary: changkyun gets his nails done. 

pairing: changkyun x gn! reader

word count: 723

Changkyun had to admit that painting his nails black was only a little impulsive. He just didn’t want to see the gunk that found its way under his nails. It became something kind of practical and soothing after a while. And although black had always been his go to colour, his interest in expanding his colour palate was piqued when he saw your little home salon set up.

Changkyun had been endlessly curious about your salon set up the moment he saw it. He had known you worked from home as a beautician of some kind, but the details hadn’t been addressed yet. He guessed they would be addressed now. He left you in the living room mid-way through the movie because he needed to use the bathroom, but stumbled into the home salon instead. With his curiosity piqued, Changkyun scanned over the room taking in the décor and the actual set up of the room. He walked further in, running his hand along the neatly tucked sheets on the foldout bed, while admiring the products you displayed on your shelf.

He was looking through the colour samples when the door creaked and you stood leaning against the door frame. Fond smile and resigned shoulders. It was as if you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. You asked him jokingly, “are we finishing the movie tonight or do you want your nails done?”

His eye brows creased for a second. “Would you?”

“Do your nails?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Societal norms and expectations?”

“I’m honestly a little more afraid of your company and stylist’s opinions.”

“I’m cute enough to get away with it for a while.”

You snicker. Of course he was. Changkyun probably got away with a lot more than he’d consciously know of. “Are you sure though?” You definitely weren’t kidding about his management’s opinions though.

“Yeah, it’s fine. We aren’t promoting at the moment. They can’t dictate what I do during my break.”

You stand by your desk and pull out some nail tools from the steriliser, gesturing for him to sit on the chair across from you. His palms rest on the small foam roller as you inspect his hands. Soft. Much softer than you realised. His cuticles needed some cleaning, his nails were bare, but had a healthy sheen. You tapped and squeezed the ends and were rewarded with newfound flexibility and a satisfying tap. Changkyun’s nails were doing much better compared to the last time you had checked them.

“Did you use the oil pen I gave you?”

“Yeah. Twice a day like you said.”

You hummed in satisfaction, considering how soft his palms were. He definitely stole your favourite hand cream as well. You could forgive the slight though. His hands were just so soft. You hadn’t realised you were so excited until Changkyun poked your cheek, eyes questioning your sudden mood change.

“What’s that look for? Are you really that excited?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a few ideas I wanna try out.”

“You’re cute. Have fun, go nuts.”

You grinned at his permission and started. It definitely wasn’t the way you had expected to spend your Saturday afternoon, but the end result was definitely worth it. A majority of the time you had spent on the individual nail designs, with the cute smiley faces and sparkling stars being your favourites. Changkyun on the other hand, was a little mesmerised by the cute warped black and white checkerboard on his thumbs. He kept staring until you gently positioned his hands for a picture, fingers curled towards his palms. You had to post this on your account. The simple colour palate and pop punk designs would add more variety to your Instagram posts.

Changkyun continued to admire his nails even as you switched off half the room lights, and the smiley faces lit up. The neon yellow and orange are a stark contrast to the black nail polish. A childlike glee took over as he excitedly yelled about the UV sensitive nail polish. You barely managed a decent photo and video, before Changkyun had pulled his hands from yours to cup your cheeks as he dotted delighted kisses all over your face. He pulled away to quickly peck your lips, grin intact.

“Babe. This is so fucking cool.”

You felt your cheeks burn. Yeah. Definitely worth it.

[1997yakul]

chapter 3: The Wolf

Men With Cold Exteriors and Kind Hearts, Among Other Great Sights

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summary: After getting a handle on things at your new job and putting your deposit down on your first apartment, you finally feel like you're proving your worth to the adult world. Only, is your catlike, hot, new boss (that smells too good) going to be an issue? Or, will it be the buff, delicate-mannered, heavy lifter that somehow just became your roommate? Either way-- this is fine, everything's okay, because you're grown now and you can figure it out....

Right?

(masterlist) ☆ (monsta x masterlist)

.｡.:*♡ Pairing: boss!changkyun x gender neutral reader ('pretty girl' is used once…sorry I simply couldn’t resist)

Word Count: 5.4k (chap1, chap2, chap3)

✧ Tags: chose your ending!, angst, humor, kissing, swearing, almost sexy time, absolutely broken changkyun iykyk, self doubt/worry/fear, alcohol consumption

✧ Notes: changkyun's ending !!! yippee enjoy

initially published on ao3 on july 11 2023

✩ fic is below the cut! enjoy ✩

Right as the door shuts, you wag your finger repeatedly at Hyunwoo and he throws his arms up in an accusing manner, bobbing his head saying “He did not hear me!” before getting interrupted with your hand clamping over his mouth.

“He literally turned around! And you are too loud! Still!” He laughs, backing out of your hand.

✱

Kihyun and Chaeyoung meet you at the bus stop the Monday after and are cracking up at videos they took of each other at karaoke. There’s a small pang of sadness, courtesy of FOMO.

And then it swallows itself with warmth at the memory of a ride home from Changkyun.

Sitting alone in the seat across from them, you ask to see the videos. Kihyun is belting out some sad ballad and Chaeyoung is recording, creating a very unstable video that trembles with each one of her bouts of laughter.

Kihyun’s eyes widen after you share some of your night with Changkyun to them. Chaeyoung gasps, huddling close and in a hushed voice says, “No, dude— you’re literally dating at this point.” She points to you, shaking her head slowly. Kihyun agrees, mumbling about how shocked he is that anyone could get Changkyun to loosen up.

“I don’t know, I think we are like… friends now. He told me to call him by his first name.” You say, fumbling with a zipper on your bag. Kihyun and Chaeyoung laugh, shocked beyond words. “I’m serious! I’ll show you, I swear.”

By the time you arrive at work with Kihyun and Chaeyoung, Changkyun is in his office, only the top of his head visible upon entry to the floor. It’s the first time since he transferred here that you’ve come in and the shades have been drawn open on his office windows. His head ducked down so you can only see the slicked black hair slide down the back of his nape, feathering out before the collar of his shirt. He wears this grayish suit, a shade of purple peeks from under his ironed suit jacket. It’s powerful, maybe a muted prussian. The light enters the office from behind him, a window perfectly positioned for a view of the entrance. You’re sure it comes with a direct line of vision to his car. You wonder if Changkyun is one of those men that calls his car his ‘baby’ and boasts about it to other higher-ups using explicitly feminine terms in a grimy sort of fashion. You hope he doesn’t. You decide definitely not, but eventually remind yourself that men always seem to; slowly but surely— ease you into their very secretive misogynistic tendencies only after you’ve started really getting to know them. You’ve had your fair share of Tinder dates fall off the deep end because it turned out that ‘non-political’ just means ‘extremely right leaning, but I know if I set it as this I would get absolutely zero pussy. I’m compromising. Surprise! Let’s talk about Ben Shapiro for an hour at this janky pizza place.’ But, he’s certainly not like that… Well… Okay. Chill out. You don’t really know him, stop assuming. This is what happens when you let yourself indulge in your imagination.

You sit down, logging into your computer and clocking in. Chaeyoung says something about waiting for your ‘bestie’ to pop over, and just as she finishes her sentence, the door to Changkyun’s office swings open. He kicks down the door stopper and makes a b-line to your desk. Chaeyoung scrambles to sit down in time, gripping at her arm rests and accidentally launching a pen into the air.

It falls to the carpeted floor with a sad patter at Changkyun’s feet, a shiny pair of black oxford’s. He presses the toe of his shoe on the tip of the pen, flicking it up. He leans over and grabs it midair, his thumb and palm envelope it. Without ever looking Chaeyoung in the eye, he sets it on her desk. “Good morning.” She mumbles out, “Thank you, Mr. Im.”

He turns, laying his forearm along the divider between your cubicle and Chaeyoung’s. “Hello.” He greets, leaning over a little to meet your eye level better.

Your heart fills your chest, thumping hard enough that it reaches your ears. You swallow hard and turn to him. “Hi, Changkyun.”

He cocks his head a little, straightening up and adjusting his sleeve around his wrist. “Mr. Im, right?” He smiles, it’s a little too proud, and now you feel weak again. Kihyun’s expression grows weary. “Can you follow me to my office?” Suddenly, the calm sound of hushed voices and rustling papers halts, and a few heads turn to face you and Changkyun. Your mouth feels dry, and your palms begin to sweat.

“Sure, Mr. Im.” You stand slow, waiting for him to back up a little so you have more room to move— but he just holds his ground. You shuffle around your spinny chair until he starts making his way to his office, then you shove the chair aside and glance at your friends. They are both making crazy eyes, and Kihyun offers a shrug. You shake your head unknowingly.

“Close the door behind you, please.” He says, his voice always grumbling lowly, and you follow his cologne like it comes with a leash. He gives his shades a few twists, just to give a little more privacy. The room gets darker, and he pulls out the chair for you. “So,” he points to your seat before fixing his belt. He leans on the side of his desk, his name plaque new and shiny, gold. “I was wondering if you had any ideas for a company outing.”

“This isn’t about me calling you by your first name?”

He blinks a little dumbly before glancing out the windowed door, heads fire back to their computers at his silent command. “No, I mean. That too, but this means more to me.” He feels up and down his right arm. “Don’t call me that in the office, I’d prefer if we kept it formal at work, you know…” His eyebrows thread together, fighting as he tries to find the right words. “Please.”

You nod, two times very firmly. “Company outing, um…” Checking over to your right, Kihyun and Chaeyoung are peering over their dividers at you. “Well I know some employees really like karaoke.” He nods in agreement, his fingers brushing softly at the tip of his nose.

“And that would be fun, for everyone to go do karaoke?”

“Maybe, like, eat and then do karaoke? Just so it’s an easier warm up.”

He nods, motioning to the door. “Okay, thank you. I’ll take that into consideration.” You stand up, kind of bug eyed, and push the chair back in, leaving with your hands close to your sides. You let the door close quietly before speed walking back to your cubicle. Kihyun and Chaeyoung both lean in to hear what happened, and you wave them off, peeking back at Changkyun. He is nervously pacing around his office, his face adorning a stern, thoughtful look.

✱

It doesn’t take long for the plans to become final, Changkyun sets up a company outing for that Friday, saying it will boost morale and help him get to know everyone better.

Changkyun is about four shots in when he says he is done drinking. He’s got a red flush across his nose bridge and cheeks, and his jaw is looser than usual, not clenched or as serious as he usually keeps it. He says something along the lines of… “Finish this on your own, this is the best I’ll feel all night” or “This is the end for me, I’m perfectly tipsy.” You can’t exactly recollect the wording, but it does something to your stomach nonetheless. The IT guy who sits next to Changkyun laughs hard, obviously more drunk. He unbuttons the top two buttons on Changkyun’s shirt, saying it’s too hot for him to still be wearing his full suit. Changkyun agrees sheepishly, wiggling off his jacket and folding it over the back of his chair.

He runs his hands from his forehead to the crown of his head, stopping there for a moment to scratch a little at his scalp. His mouth fills up with hot air, releasing it through his nose. He rubs his knuckles over his top lip, catching any sweat forming and leans back in his chair. The front legs lift off the ground ever so slightly, and he unbuttons the third button of his shirt on his own. He grabs at the bottom of his papery button up and tugs firmly a few times, enough to get fresh air. His cologne trickles down the table, it’s warm now, usually cold. Humid, and slightly tepid. The room smells of alcohol and heat. Stuffy and masculine. Kihyun and Chaeyoung pass you a shot each, and you take them before your brain can conjure up a reason not to.

The guy sitting across from Changkyun laughs heartily before getting his words out, pointing a hand up in the air. “I have an idea.” He is as drunk as one could get, hiccuping embarrassingly between syllables. “Let’s just do, uhm… let’s all play Smash or Pass.” Changkyun wordlessly shakes his head ‘No,’ lifting an arm from his lap onto the table.

“I organized this, thanks to Y/N” Changkyun starts, his words soft and tender, hand movements flow wistfully. “This was meant to be a way for me to get to know you guys a bit better, I don’t want—”

“Okay, we all know who you’re smashing!” Someone shouts out from your end of the table, and Changkyun shouts back before he can process what he is getting himself into.

“Who would that be!?” He points at the guy asking, his eyebrows uneven and mouth loose. It’s quiet for a second, and Changkyun scans up and down the table to see if anyone really has the gall.

“Y/N.” Someone says obtusely, it’s a statement rather than a question or a suggestion, and a few other people laugh in agreement. Now the table has a weird air of uncomfortableness as people wait for Changkyun or you to respond. The only reason it’s not unbearably awkward is because you can assume not many people will remember this tomorrow. Chaeyoung laughs the absolute hardest, and Kihyun grabs at her shoulders to calm her down. Your body freezes, mid-sip and you blink once, eyes shifting to Changkyun.

His face slowly droops, eyebrows furrowing in a hurt way.

“You couldn’t get mamas in your dreams!!!” Chaeyoung yells, grabbing a wad of dirty napkin and throwing it limply in his direction. Her cry jumpstarts the ruckus once more. The tissue barely makes it an inch towards him, and he only evinces a weak snarl, recoiling ever so slightly.

“Chaeyoung!” You shout, setting down your glass hard enough that it splashes in the cup. “Stop that!” You are tipsy too, and the words can’t come like they would if you weren’t. You feel limp and defeated, and Changkyun’s expression is heartbreaking.

His jaw juts out slightly, his cheeks hollowing as he thinks, and the table grows quiet once again. His eyes scan back and forth down the table at the plates and glasses, shaking his head in disapprovement. “That is…” He stands up, pushing his chair back and stumbling around in his spot, the girl next to him puts her hands up to protect herself as he stabilizes, rocking back and forth slightly between his wobbly legs. He bites at his lip, finally scanning the faces at the table until he meets your eyes. You weren’t thinking about your expression before now, but from his reaction you can tell it was obviously some form of disgust. He shakes his head, “I’m really so sorry.” He says, and a few other people mumble out apologies around you.

He stands up, grabbing something from his pockets as he pushes the exit door open, and the table is met with the most awkward silence you have ever experienced. Two girls whisper amongst themselves, standing up and walking to the bathroom together. Tears spring just slightly at your eyes when you realize the importance of what just happened, and the effect it will certainly have on Changkyun and your friendship. The nice buzz is just setting in, and you stand up and force yourself to follow him out.

“Hi.” You say, gentle as you let the door fall closed behind you. His wide shoulders greet you before he can turn around, the few clicks of a lighter sound out before he turns to face you. A cool gust of wind passes you both by, and his shirt flaps harshly against his chest, his hair ruffled and fucked from him rutting his fingers back and forth through it. “It’s nice out here, wow. Less stuffy.” You smile the words out, hoping he’ll wordlessly agree to forget about the whole thing. He’s got a cigarette between his fingers and he looks down at you, silently. He huffs, exhaling towards the street so the smoke doesn’t hit you, but the wind brings it to your face anyway. You cough a little, eyes tingling as you lift your face up to see him. Tears have filled up his eyes to the brim. His face is dark, and he smirks slightly around his cigarette, using a free hand to untuck his shirt.

He chuckles, dropping his wrist to his thigh, holding his cigarette below. “I’m sorry.” He repeats, wiping his sleeve twice at each eye. You pull his arm down, fingers gripping at his sleeve. His eyes are red, cheeks still rosy. You run your thumb along his waterline, and he wets his lower lip. He taps a little at his cigarette, holding it down by his side.

“Shouldn’t I be the one crying?” You smile up at him, and he finally smiles back. You feel fuzzy. Light on your toes, you run your hand down his cheek, and he melts. His eyes close and his shoulders droop, face sinking into your palm, warm and calm. Two tears run down his cheeks onto your hand, splitting off down into the delicate texture of your skin. “You need this.” You whisper, and he smiles so slightly, face so tired and gaunt. You reach, slow around his waist up to his back, and run your hand down until his spine curves. He leans into you, folding over your shoulder limply. He says nothing, only settles into your body as his breathing slows. He uses one forearm to prop himself off of you, pressing his arm flat against the glass with a sharp 90 degree bend at his elbow, careful not to lean anymore weight on you. You would worry about your coworkers seeing you, but your buzz is perfect, he’s lovely, and the sheer curtains are doing enough for your own level of comfort.

He mumbles, folding an arm around your waist. “There’s so much I want to say, in another setting.” He’s heavy, but gravity feels fake, and there’s a lightness that encapsulates the both of you. “Just— just for now,” He exhales the last of his uneven breaths. “Please take your time with me.” His voice crumbles a bit, like he’s ashamed or knows it’s wrong to ask for this or behave this way with an inferior. The forearm pressed flesh against the glass drops, and he huffs, face craned next to your ear. He’s tired and mellows out over your shoulder, maybe it’s the first time he’s been this honestly exhausted with someone. Like the act is done and over. He’s not unapologetic about it, he’s just ashamed and tired. As if he doesn’t want to be perceived this way, but has realized he has no choice.

You can’t remember the last time you held someone who needed to be held as much as Changkyun. You wrap your arms around him too.

✱

A lot of the employees are missing when Changkyun and you return to your table in the restaurant. Kihyun is patting Chaeyoung on the back as she downs another noodle side dish. Changkyun’s demeanor is completely different, the last second you checked on him before entering the restaurant again, he was bent over and worn looking, like a worn teddy bear with not enough stuffing. Now he was tall and powerful, chest puffed slightly and eyes just a little puffy (he assured one of your coworkers it was the sodium). “So, karaoke?” He says, broadening his shoulders, finishing his suggestion by cupping his hands together. Kihyun mumbles something to Chaeyoung, but she yells out many mushed words of approval before processing anything he says.

“Shhh! It’s fine!” She fawns, twisting around to face Kihyun, who’s worried expression releases into satisfaction.

It’s not a karaoke session in Korea without Big Bang. Kihyun chooses something cheesy and melodic and Chaeyoung tells him to skip it before he gets a word out. They battle over the tambourine and Changkyun only joins in to break them up when Bae Bae comes on and he’s had another few drinks in him, he sings everything flat and his eyes bore holes into Kihyun as he helps Chaeyoung pull off her cardigan. The room is musty and hot, and there’s at least 8 or 9 of you smashed along the couch, exposed skin sticking to the sweating leather seats. Changkyun’s cologne still envelopes the room, and even if you close your eyes to calm down your bouncing heart rate, you smell him and the lavishness of his skin. The dry tobacco scent from his cigarette at the restaurant clings to him. He folds his fingers one at a time over your wrist to get you to stand, a limp tug like he wants you to get up, but isn’t telling you to. You get up anyway.

He points to you, singing T.O.P’s verse like he really means it, kind of wobbling around flimsily. He’s all goofy and sways around the hot room, and taking his free hand to touch those on the couch like he’s a genuine celebrity. You smile big, laughing every once in a while when he fucks up the lyrics and has to stop in his tracks and look back at the screen, having to hang up the charismatic facade as he figures out the words. Once he gets back in the swing of things, he acts like he never stopped in the first place. He’s hypnotic and beguiling like he has always been and rocks his head back and forth, exposing his neck, slicked with sweat like a sacrificial offering. He glances over at you just slightly when he sings “My body wraps around yours so perfectly” and you think it’s all profusely nostalgic, like maybe you dreamt of this as a dinky tween. The only problem is he breaks eye contact two seconds later and grabs hold of another employee and tugs at her sleeve to stand, but it's not like what he did with you earlier, this tug is demanding. He’s desperate. The irrepressible urge to scream grows in your throat, and you whisper to Kihyun that you’re going out to get some air.

It’s a good few breaths you take outside, like finally the cool air can hit you again like it did outside the restaurant. You pull out your phone to mindlessly scroll, just for a minute or two. The clock reads 22:27. Hyunwoo texts you a peculiar gif not a second later, it’s a very specific reference to a conversation you had with him earlier. It feels nice to know he listens so carefully. A gray bubble pops up before you can type a response. ‘How’s it going? Havin fun?’ You smile, your heart tugs a little and you feel grounded again. “Soooo much fun.” A voice grumbles behind you, and Changkyun leans over your shoulder, craning around your back and slipping his arms under yours, his hands folding over yours, fingers aligning as he begins to type for you. “Good?” He breathes out, and you have to turn your head away from him to calm down. Your heart thumps heavily, so heavy and powerful that it hurts, a low droning pain.

He doesn’t send the text before you can turn back around to face him, and he steps back a bit to stabilize himself. You hold your thumb on the backspace until each word disappears, and your eyes meet Changkyun’s for a moment before you look down to your feet. They’re heavy-lidded now, and his hair is still all sorts of fucked up. Your heart pumps at an unbearable rate, and you can hear your pulse through your ears. “Stop being so…” he exasperates, threading a hair behind your ear. Leans in, close enough for his breath to tickle, “…scared of me.”

You have to stretch a little to shake off the haze that’s settling over your mind, and his hands drag from under your arms down to the top of your hips, and they settle along them like they were made to be there all along. You open your mouth, but nothing that your brain skims through can accurately reply. “Okay.” You nod up at him, like you only know obedience.

He dips his head back down, his bottom lip drags over your neck, and he kisses you there once or twice. He lets out these soft little sounds like he’s too excited for words. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles. “Fuck, so good. So pretty.” Your hand grazes over his neck and slides down until your thumb traces over his collarbone. He kisses less sloppy this time, on your neck again, on your cheek, on your jaw. Avoiding your lips like he’s saving them for later.

He’s been doing shots, you think. “I’m so grateful that I met you.” He whispers over your ear, and his arms wrap further around your waist, inching back up. “You know, earlier…” He starts, carefully, like it’s a sensitive topic that he doesn’t mean to offend with. “Thank you for understanding.” It’s weird, you think. He’s being endearing, or at least he’s trying to. You can feel him in his suit pants and he’s just growing harder. You push him off slow. “It’s okay, yeah?” He’s so drunk he’s barely awake. You can only bite at your lip and look away. More than anything in the world, you would like to fuck Changkyun. Even just once, even if it made your job so much harder and so much more awkward after. You just think it would be so good that it would all be worth it. But he’s too drunk, so you can’t. “I’m drunk, I’m drunk. I really like you, if you like me…” His words get sloppier and guilt pits in your stomach heavier than you can handle. You push him with two fingers back further like you’re really annoyed now, he has to stabilize himself by gripping a railing. You head back inside.

✱

Changkyun is an enigma. It seems with everything in his career, he faces it head on. With you, he’s careful, would never expect a clear answer or decision unless it's statistics on a file. Ever since that night at karaoke, he's cowered away in humiliation. You’re sure he wants you both to forget the whole thing, but it's so difficult with the words he spoke to you circling your head like the last drops of water down the drain. It takes a week before you realize that he’s not going to address the situation on his own, and if you want something to give, you're going to have to be the one who initializes the first push.

You fake overtime, knowing he usually stays later than the rest of you, you text Kihyun and Chaeyoung that you’ll call them after you speak to him and let them know all of the details. As soon as your last coworker wishes you a good night and the elevator doors close before her, your stomach pits like you've just thrown yourself into the lion’s den. It's the worst mistake you've made, and terror envelopes your entire system. You tell yourself in 15 minutes you’ll go knock on his door, sliding headphones on to calm yourself down. Shuffling a playlist a few times, you focus on your breathing while putting some stray pens and papers back into your filing drawer. When you hear Changkyun’s office door open way sooner than expected, your throat dries in an instant, your eyes glued to your desk and you work on trying to become as small and unnoticeable as possible.

His voice penetrates the wall you've desperately tried to build, and you turn quickly to face the direction it comes from, pushing off your headphones so they can fall around your neck. It's only then you realize that your music was never connected to them. You stand out of your chair suddenly. Changkyun looms, his silhouette shaded, one of the few light sources in the room is a lamp behind him. You cock your head slightly at him and he repeats himself: “Narcos.”

Your eyes flicker to your phone, and he's right. You were listening to the Narcos theme, outloud. “Sorry. I thought my headphones were–” Changkyun’s lips frown, and he shakes his head in disapproval, his arms folded over his chest. So you cut yourself short, grabbing your bag in a rush to just get out because the whole thing felt like a mistake.

“Do you know what the lyrics are about?” He doesn't try stopping you from packing away your things or help you clean up, he just watches with arms crossed. You shake your head, slowing down movements, trying to process the situation. “Drowning fear with love.”

“Why didn't you come to talk to me?” You surprise yourself with your sudden outburst, pinching yourself in the thigh.

He sighs like he’s been preparing what he’s about to say. “I overstepped. If anyone was going to reach out again, it should not have been me.” Your heart tugs because he's thought it out and was respectful and right. He was right.

“Why'd you have to drink so much?” Your eyes trace over the darkness that has hidden him so well.

You can hear him smile, and the song still plays behind you. “Because I’m smitten for someone I shouldn't be.” His head tilts down to his shoes on the carpet, a few strands of his slicked hair fall forward. Your heart feels like it's on a linear path to explosion. “Someone I have too much power over already.” He inhales deeply, and you move slowly to face him, releasing the pen in your hand.

“They make me nervous. I care a lot about how this person sees me, and I was worried they saw me as too uptight. So I did the only thing I knew would make me less uptight. Like a jackass.”

“Well doing that to me was the most jackass thing you've ever done, so you’ve got your worries in the wrong place.”

”Smitten” lt tingles in your stomach.

“I’m sorry. I know.” He steps forward twice until he can be illuminated by your desk light, and he looks magnificent. His eyelids hang heavily and he has dark bags under his eyes. The curve of his back as he looks down, his dress shirt flexing over his shoulders as he reaches to put the pen in a cup. “It was gross. I’m a dog.”

“No, idiot. No. You’re so stupid.” You pull the pen back out from the cup and slap it back onto your desk. His eyes light up, widening at your reaction. “You’re not a dog. You made me want you when I couldn't have you.” Changkyun has to tilt his head back slightly to give you room to come closer. “You made me worry for you and then disappeared like you didn’t need me. You’re a cat.” The song slows to a complete halt and the office is completely silent besides the air conditioning stuttering to keep up.

“I do.” Changkyun whispers. “I do need you.” His fingers float around your head like he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch. “You wanted me.” He says, and you’re unsure if it’s a question. You don’t care, you nod anyways, pulling his hand to your face like he did to you a week ago. “Pretty.” He mumbles, tilting his head to get a better view. You can barely keep your eyes open, and he places his other hand on your cheek before pulling you close to him again. Back into his embrace, where his cologne suffocates the air around you. You’d be happy to only breathe this air forever. “You’re so pretty.” He wraps an arm around your waist, holding tight enough that your hips push into each other, colliding dully. This time his words aren’t slurred, they’re just kept quiet, like a secret meant to keep between the two of you. “I’m your cat.” Your heart pounds against him, and he pulls both of his arms around to your back so he can take off his watch, sliding it off and setting it on your desk behind you. He lifts you up by your thighs and rests you next to it, your fingers brush the cool metal as you stabilize yourself.

He backs up for a second, just so he can scan over your face for any implication you don’t want him. “I’m, really…” He laughs, looking at his feet before centering himself on you again. Feeling at his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I’m really smitten.”

“Prove it.” You whisper, and Changkyun steps forward again, smoothly sliding a palm around the side of your neck, leaning in slowly, eyelashes hiding his pupils.

“I did already. Don’t you remember when I tried to fuck you after singing?” He smiles, proud of himself now for being able to keep his impulses at bay. You let your head loll from side to side like you’re deep in thought.

You hum a note of approval, “I would’ve let you if I knew you could’ve kept it up for more than a minute. It never lasts when you’re that drunk.” Your fingers brush down the side of his cheek, and Changkyun’s eyebrows thread conspicuously. He situates himself deeper between your legs.

“Let me make it up to you.” His palm lands on top of your thigh, brushing up and down. “You’re too perfect.”

You stare at him, angled down just a little from your seat on the desk. “What did you say earlier…” You prod, pushing Changkyun back an inch with a hand on his chest. “Called yourself a kitty. My kitty”

He shakes his head this time, whatever to get his point across, he’ll take. You drag your nails down the side of his neck, leaning in to press kisses on the opposite side, and needy noises fall from his lips. His shoe twisting into the carpet, he leans further in again, grabbing a fistful of ass as compensation. You make your way over to his lips, finally fulfilling the need. He nips quickly and sharply at your bottom lip, his hand forking through your hair. “Fuck” he groans, “fuck me.” “Please.” His voice mellows out as his phone starts buzzing in his back pocket. You sigh deeply, dropping your face to your hands, his face hot and legs tangled up in his. You pull away at the same time he does, checking it quickly before ending the call without ever picking it up. His pupils are blown out, cheeks are a bright pink, lips plumped and a little shiny from your makeup. You pat at his hair, rutting through knots with your fingers.

“I made dinner reservations for us because I had planned to apologize. Like a boss would.” He catches the hand on his head with his own. “Not how I expected today to go.”

“I’m hungry.” You shrug with a smile, and he eyes you completely baffled. He stares for a moment before shrugging.

“I’m with you.”

“Let’s go, Kitty cat.” You slide yourself off the side of the desk, fixing your skirt as Changkyun fixes your hair.

He halts his hands before letting them fall with a pinch of one of your cheeks. “Don’t let that be a thing, please.”

✱

chapter 1 ☆ chapter 2: "The Bear"

(masterlist) ☆ (monsta x masterlist)

[santoteez]

Love Haul - Changkyun

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Idol: Im Changkyun of MONSTA X

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: NOT edited, swearing, oral m and f receiving, dirty talk, overstimulation, squirting, pwp, penetrative sex, reader is black fem (any warnings I forgot pls let me know im so sorry it is almost 1 am for me)

Tiana scowled as she watched Changkyun open shop. The blond-haired boy had rented out the retail space across from Tiana’s clothing store about a month ago, and that’s when it all started to go downhill. She watched as her sales declined while even her regulars browsed and purchased every garment on his walls. She rubbed her temples, leaning forward against the counter. What was so special about that store? Was there gold embedded in the stitching? 

At that moment, Changkyun stepped out onto the sidewalk. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his bleached locks. His gaze met Tiana’s, their eyes locking for a split second. He sent a smirk her way, leaning against the mailbox.

Tiana’s scowl deepened as she looked away, opening the till.

“Close that drawer, because you know as well as I do the amount of bills in there hasn’t changed,” Amara called out from the stockroom.

“Don’t make me fire you,” Tiana grumbled.

“Over telling you the truth? That’s unlawful.” She walked up to the counter, looking out to the other store. “But seriously, Tee, I’ve never seen you this worked up over someone before. And I’ve known you for a decade.”

“I’m not worked up,” Tiana retorted, “I’m just worried we haven’t made enough to keep the lights on.”

“Don’t talk like that. Okay, maybe we’ve had a few slow days.” Amara shrugged.

“It’s going to be a slow month if that store keeps booming the way it is.”

“There you go worrying about that man again. How can you expect shoppers to think about Love-Washed if you’re not even doing it?” Amara pushed herself off the counter. “I’m going to count the inventory.”

“Again?”

“It beats standing here with the Changkyun Fanclub.”

Tiana pouted. Sure, the man was attractive, but that wasn’t the point. She wasn’t worked up about Changkyun, it was Duality she had a problem with.

While Love-Washed was a boutique with primarily feminine clothing and jewelry, Duality was a unisex and genderless outlet. Changkyun didn’t believe in clothing exclusively for one binary or the other; if it fits, wear it. This is what drove so many people to his store in the first place.

Tiana turned to the display stand behind her, removing the jewelry that was on it.

*ding*

Tiana froze. Was that the door? This was the first time someone had come into the store all day.

She stood up straight. “Welcome to Love-” She paused.

There, standing in the middle of her store, was Im Changkyun.

She sighed. “What are you doing here?”

He chuckled. “Tiana, why are you so mean?”

“I’m not mean, I just want to know why you’re here.”

“I’m shopping.”

Tiana narrowed her eyes at the much taller man. “What are you interested in?”

“Something pretty, but not too flashy.”

Tiana nodded, lowering to the display case in front of her. “I have these. Or maybe you’re in the market for a bracelet or ring?”

Changkyun scanned the variety of necklaces before shaking his head. “None of these are quite what I’m looking for.”

“Well, what ARE you looking for?”

He lifted his head, looking just past Tiana. “There was this necklace up on that shelf a while ago. It had a purple heart gemstone, possibly amethyst.”

“Oh,” Tiana’s eyes widened, “Yes, it’s here. I just took it down.” She turned, reaching into the bin next to her.

“Is there a reason you took it down?”

She shrugged. “It’s been up there for a while. No one’s bought it, so I’m switching it out for a new one.”

“So what do you do with them afterward?”

“Put them in the stockroom, either circulate them again or donate them. Did you want a bag?”

“No, that’s okay. How much?”

“$63.78.” Tiana swiped his card before handing it back along with his receipt. “Here you are.” She smiled.

“Thanks, neighbor.” He dropped the necklace into his pocket. “I’ll be seeing you.” He smiled, spinning on his heels.

Tiana watched as he walked out the door, crossing the cobblestone walkway before entering his store once more. She leaned forward, her head resting in her palm. Was the necklace for himself? A gift? Probably not a gift if he didn’t even need a bag.

She blinked. Why did she even care? It wasn’t her business. Exhaling audibly, she picked up her bin of jewelry and made her way to the stockroom.

2 weeks later, Tiana was flipping through a magazine when the door's chime caught her attention.

“Look who it is,” Her gaze returned to her magazine, “It’s been so long I was worried you forgot how to get here.” She said, sarcasm evident in her tone.

“Aww, Tiana. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you missed little ol’ me.” Carmela smirked, strutting up to the counter as if Love-Washed was her runway. “You know I could never abandon my favorite store.”

“Your favorite store you haven’t been to in almost a month.”

Carmela sighed. “Darling, you know I have to stay on top of trends. And Duality has been all the rage in the shopping center since it opened. Surely you understand.”

Tiana sighed. Carmela was an influencer with a big following, so she was the conductor if there was a new bandwagon. 

“So what brings you in today?”

“Can’t you tell? Duality is closed, love. I came to see what’s new over here.”

“They’re closed?” Tiana furrowed her eyebrows, “I didn’t know that.”

“Well, it looks like someone is in there, but the sign on the door says they aren’t taking any customers.” Carmela shrugged. “Enough about them. Show me what I’ve missed in my absence.” She waved her hand around frantically.

Tiana pulled out the displays from the cabinet. Carmela may have only been there by chance, but she had to make money somehow.

Several hours and multiple customers later, Tiana found herself at the window at the front of the store. She squinted her eyes at the sign, but couldn’t make out the words.

“Amara, I’ll be right back!” She called out, not waiting for a response.

She walked through the threshold, her sandals clicking against the cobblestone. Up close, she made out the words ‘Closed for creative development. See you tomorrow.’ scribbled on the copy paper.

“Huh, they really are closed,” Tiana said, leaning against the door to peek in. The door suddenly swung open, and she stumbled through the threshold.

Tiana held her breath, scared that an exhale would turn into a gasp. The sign says it’s closed, but the door is unlocked? She looked around. There were no workers and Changkyun was nowhere to be found. Had the door been left unlocked by accident? 

She walked further in, observing the garments along the walls, racks, and shelves. She noticed the flowy, white button-up Changkyun wore to her shop two weeks ago. She made her way to the marble stone counter, then passed that to a door that said ‘Authorized Staff Only.’ She pushed the door curiously and just like the front, this one swung wide open. 

“What am I doing? This is ridiculous.” She said to herself. The sign clearly says closed, and yet here she was peeking into the backroom. Surely she wouldn’t be happy if someone did this at her store, so why was she here?

Just as she was about to turn around, walk out and forget she was ever there, something caught her eye. There, in the far corner of the room, was a sewing machine. It looked like someone had left it mid-use, as the fabric was hanging from the presser. Next to the machine, was a pile of paper sprawled across the table.

Tiana hesitated. She knew she should leave. It was wrong for her to be there, but something about those papers was causing her to gravitate further into the room. Were they sketches? Plans for his next collection? What was he working on?

‘I’ll just take a peek.’ She thought to herself. Yeah, she’d just take a look at what he’s working on, and try to understand his creative process for his collections. Then she’d walk back out and forget she was ever there.

She reached the table and thumbed through the sketches. Her eyes widened in awe. Changkyun was extremely talented if these were any indication. He paid great attention to detail and created his ideas with a wide variety of bodies in mind.

She nodded to herself. She had taken a glance at his work as she said. It was time to leave. She backed up only to hit a warm, firm chest. She froze as she watched a pair of toned arms circle around her and rest on the table, trapping her in.

“What do we have here?”

If it were possible for time to sit completely still, void of all movement, Tiana was experiencing it right now. Her insatiable nosiness led her straight to Changkyun’s arms. She was no better than a rabbit chasing a carrot on a string.

She turned around slowly, coming face to face with that godforsaken smirk she’s only seen from across the street numerous times before.

“Hm? You usually have a lot to say. You’re so quiet today.” He mumbled, his hand reaching up to grasp her chin.

Tiana instinctively tried to back up but it was no use, her lower back pressing into the table behind her.

“Hm, let’s see here. I know you didn’t come over here just to say hi. You don’t like me enough to do that.” He peeked behind her at the table. “Seemed very interested in my work. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re trying to steal from me.”

Tiana blinked. She scanned his features for any sign that he might be joking. Finding none, she refuted, “There isn’t a bone in my body that steals.”

“Oh? So it hasn’t crossed your mind the entire time you’ve been here?”

She sighed, refusing to meet his gaze. Okay, maybe she thought about it once or twice. But she wasn’t going to admit that to him.

“If you’re not going to talk, I’m sure the other merchants in town would love to hear how a fellow store owner was caught snooping around someone else’s designs.”

Tiana scoffed. “Like they’d believe you. That’s not even what I was doing!”

Changkyun raised an eyebrow. “Enlighten me.”

“I heard from Carmela that you were closed today, so I was trying to read the sign. But it was handwritten and hard to see, so I came to see what it said. I leaned against the door because I just couldn’t believe the store that nearly put me out of business is suddenly closed. That’s when I realized the door was unlocked and I stumbled in. It was the first time I’ve ever been in here, so I got distracted taking it all in. Before I realized what I was doing, I was at the staff door and then at the table letting curiosity get the best of me. Then you caught me and here we are.”

“Oh? So that’s the story?”

“It’s what happened.”

“Well, now that you’re here and you’ve peeked into my work, what do you think?”

Tiana turned back around. “There’s no denying your talent, that’s for sure.” It was true. From the sketches to the choice of fabrics, Changkyun knew what he was doing.

“A compliment. From Tiana herself?” He laughed when she smacked his arm. “Thank you. I’m hoping to get at least a couple of them done before showing my team. They get the last say on if I should make more to put on the floor or not.”

“You sew all of these yourself?” She asked in disbelief. There’s no way everything on the sales floor came from Changkyun sitting at this sewing machine.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” He chuckled, stepping towards Tiana. He closed the space between them, his chest flush against her back. She wondered when he found the time to work out with running a business. “I have a select few of my team members that help me with sewing once I’ve perfected the design, but most of them are sewn by me personally. A lot of things I’ve sold in the past were sewn by me since I didn’t always have a team.”

Tiana raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Who would’ve known that you were more than a pretty face?”

He smirked. “I have a pretty face?”

“Like you don’t know.” She rolled her eyes.

“I do. I just wanted to hear you say it again.” He said, fingertips lightly grazing her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“W-what are you doing?” Tiana laughed softly, rubbing her arms.

When Changkyun didn’t respond, Tiana turned to face him, looking up. She locked eyes with him, the intensity of his gaze startling her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He leaned forward. “I’m going to kiss you. If you don’t want to kiss me, push me away.”

Tiana panicked as Changkyun came impossibly closer, eyes closed.

Was she really going to just let this happen?

Did she want this?

Sighing, her eyes fluttered shut. ‘Not the craziest thing to happen today.’ she thought.

Millimeters away from her lips, Changkyun opened his eyes slightly. Smirking when he saw her eyes closed, he let his lips crash onto hers.

When their lips met, Tiana’s stomach filled with what she refused to believe were butterflies. His lips and kiss were soft, a sharp contrast from the secure hold he had on her waist. Her hands found purchase in his golden locks, pulling him in closer. He obliged, large hands wrapping around her thighs. His lips trailed down her neck, light bite marks as evidence of his actions.

He caressed her cheek, his lips now beside her ear. “Do you wanna do something for me?”

Tiana looked at him through lidded eyes. “Something like what?” she whispered back. 

He spun them around so he was leaning against the table. Tiana watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, flinging it across the room. Her eyes followed his hands as they made work on his belt buckle.

“Get on your knees.”

Now, normally, Tiana would tell a man to go to hell for such a demand.

But that’s not what happened here.

Instead, she sank to the floor without a fight.

“Hmm, look at that. So you do know how to follow instructions.” he laughed when she glared at him. “Come on, I’m just kidding.” He yanked his pants down, his cock straining against the stretchy material of his boxers. He pulled them down just enough to free himself, the organ slapping against his stomach. He ran a hand through his hair while the other beckoned Tiana with a ‘come hither’ motion.

Reaching her hand out, Tiana wrapped her hand around his cock. She took him into her mouth slowly, tongue swirling around the tip.

Changkyun hissed. “That’s it, baby.” He mumbled.

She bobbed her head as she tried to take him whole, humming when her gag reflex kicked in. He was the heaviest she ever had, the weight of him settling on her tongue.

“Mmm, you’re so fucking good at that.” He sighed, smiling when Tiana moaned against him. “Aw, you like hearing that you’re doing a good job? Who would’ve known that the mean woman from across the street would be sucking me off in my backroom? Does Amara know you’re over here with a face full of cock?”

Tiana moaned again, speeding up her efforts. She used her free hand to massage his balls, kneading them vigorously while she hollowed her cheeks, causing Changkyun to throw his head back.

She felt his cock twitch just before he said, “Come here.”

Once she was on her feet again, he pulled her in for a kiss, this time much sloppier and messier than before. He leaned her against the table before pushing all the sketches aside and sitting her in their place. “Lay back.” He said, unbuttoning her pants. Tiana could feel her heart racing as she lifted her hips, allowing him to slide them off her legs.

As if reading her mind, Changkyun rubbed her thigh soothingly. “Don’t feel nervous. It’s okay.” He said, kneeling before the table. 

Pulling her panties to the side, he hummed in satisfaction at the dark patch that had formed at the center. “All this just from sucking dick? I think I like you more than I thought I did.” Sticking out his tongue, he licked slowly and languidly from her core to her clit, where he paused to suck harshly.

Tiana gasped, her hands anchoring themselves at the edge of the table. Her back arched off the table as Changkyun’s tongue danced skillfully and gracefully, alternating between short, swift licks and soft, lazy ones. 

“Stay still.” Changkyun gritted through his teeth, wrapping his arms around both her thighs, halting all movement.

“It’s too much, can’t take it.” She whimpered.

“You can and you will.” He said, sliding two fingers deep into her wet cunt, curling them expertly.

“Fuck!” Tiana’s breath quickened as her thighs trembled.

Changkyun hummed, sensing her orgasm approaching. “Look at me when you cum.”

Sitting up, Tiana made eye contact with Changkyun, who had become a lust-filled mess. The entire bottom half of his face was glistening with arousal, his pupils were dilated and his gaze was fixated on hers.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that.” She said, her body set ablaze from the heat this torturous pleasure was emitting.

Finally, the knot in Tiana’s stomach finally snapped and her whole body shook as her orgasm took over. She writhed when Changkyun had yet to stop sucking. She pushed his face away, watching as strings of her arousal stuck to his face, which he licked his mouth clean of.

“So fucking nasty, I love it.” She smirked.

“Only for you.” He replied, kissing her as he stood up. Shoving his hand into the pocket of his pants, he fished out a condom from his wallet.

“I see you’re prepared.” She teased.

He shrugged. “I have to be ready for when my sexy neighbor decides to come snooping into my store and ends up sprawled across my workstation.” He tore the packaging open with his teeth, working the latex down his length.

“You sure this is okay?” He asked 

“Just fuck me already.” Tiana replied.

“Understood.” He slid her panties to the side once again, his cock centimeters from her entrance.

“You can take them off, you know.”

“I could,” He agreed, “but I lack the patience for that.”

Changkyun’s eyes fluttered closed as he sunk deeper and deeper into her cunt, groaning once he bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”

He lifted her leg to his shoulder. “I’m a bit desperate, baby. You understand, right?”

And then he set the pace.

Fast.

Hard.

Deep.

His thrusts barely gave Tiana a chance to catch her breath. The sound of skin and pleasure filled the room, the table screeching across the concrete floor from the sheer force Changkyun was exuding were all adding to the scenario.

“If it’s too much for you, you can always tap out.” He said, smirking.

Tiana glared. “Keep that advice in mind for yourself.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He said, angling his thrusts to brush up against that special spot, making Tiana cry out, her heart speeding up and she had her second orgasm of the day. She exhaled, her head hitting the table with a soft thud.

“I didn’t know you could squirt.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “I can’t.”

“You just did though?”

Sitting up, she inspected the table and sure enough, there was a wet spot on the light mahogany table.

Tiana shrugged. “It was probably you.”

Changkyun gave her a look then snorted. “Whatever you say.” Grabbing the back of her knees, he pulled her to her feet only to turn her around and bend her over the table.

“What are you doing?”

“You thought we were done? Cute.” He said, hands wrapping around her hips as he slid back in. He resumed his brutal pace from before, as if he never stopped.

Tiana whimpered. How the hell could he keep going after all this time? Her legs threatened to give out beneath her, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. She reached for the table, trying to level herself.

Changkyun yanked her back. “Where you going, baby? Don’t tell me you’re running away.” He left hot kisses across her back. “You’re taking me so well. You can keep going for a little while longer, can’t you?”

Tiana nodded, the pleasure and and his words a dangerous mix that had her teeter-tottering off the edge of a lustful cliff.

“Good girl.” He said, his thrusts slowing down significantly, becoming sloppier and sloppier as he approached his climax. Snaking his arm around Tiana’s midsection, his fingers rubbed quick circles on her clit.

“Shh, I know, baby. I know.” he said when she gasped, trying to wiggle away from his touch. “Just give me one more, then we’re done.”

Tiana’s jaw fell slack, a silent scream as her mind went blank and the world fell silent, overwhelmed by pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Your pretty little cunt sucking me in so good. You’re so fucking good.” Changkyun mumbled as he came into the condom. He fell forward, laying his head on Tiana’s back.

“Mmm, you’re heavy. Move.” She hit his head with her shoulder. “And you have to throw that out.” She said, referring to the condom.

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up.” He said, walking to the wastebasket and disposing of the condom.

Tianna finally tried to stand up, only to realize the amount of wetness between her thighs that dripped down to her legs.

“Huh, I guess the stain was me.” She mumbled, dumbfounded.

“Of course it was. Your cum is everywhere.” He said, bringing her her clothes. “There’s a bathroom back there.” He pointed.

Tiana mumbled a thanks before making her way there.

When Tiana emerged from the bathroom, Changkyun was sat at the table in front of the sewing machine once again, as if he didn’t just fuck her brains out.

“So now it’s back to work, huh?” She asked.

He laughed softly. “You’re beautiful, believe me, but I have to keep the lights on.”

“You do more than that I’m sure. The only reason I even had customers today was because you’re closed. I wish I knew a way to get people interested in me again.” She sighed.

Changkyun stood up, walking to a far corner in the room. He came back, fastening something cold to Tiana’s neck.

Glancing down, she noticed it was the necklace he bought from her two weeks ago.

“What are you doing?”

“I bought it because I thought it would look beautiful on you, but I knew you wouldn’t wear it out of hopes it would be sold. Sometimes the best mannequin for your merchandise is yourself. You see me wear my own clothes all the time. That gets me more customers than you think. Try it sometime, it sure beats tossing all your stuff in the backroom.”

“The brains and the brawn, you’re just the whole package aren’t you?” She teased.

“What can I say, it’s hard being this perfect but someone has to take on the burden.” He said feigning tiredness. 

Tiana rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Changkyun stepped towards her, eyes set on her lips once again. Just as he was about to close the space between them again,

“Changkyun!”

“Kyun, are you here? The front door is unlocked!”

“Someone’s here!” Tiana panicked.

“Shit, it’s Jooheon and Minhyuk. They usually come check on me during my sewing days.”

“I have to go!” Tiana whispered as the footsteps grew closer.

“Through the back, come on!” Changkyun pulled her towards the bathroom, which had a small door that led to the back alley.

“Just go through here and make that first right, you’ll be right out front.” He said.

Tiana nodded, stepping through the threshold. 

“Hold on!” 

Changkyun grabbed her waist, pulling her in for one more kiss. “Okay, run, go!” He said.

“Changkyun!”

“Back here! Can I use the bathroom for two seconds?” He said, closing the backdoor.

Tiana made her way back into Love-Washed, where Amara was at the counter ringing up the customers.

“Look who finally remembered she owned a store.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time. You can head back to the stockroom, Ama. I’ll take it from here.” She said, sliding behind the register.

“Hallelujah.” 

The next day started just as any other. Tiana sat at the counter watching multitudes of people make their way to Duality. Just as she was about to do inventory once again, the door’s chime went off.

“You know, I’ve never been here, but now that I look, the stuff is so cute!” 

Tiana turned around to see two friends in the middle of the store.

“Hi! Welcome to Love-Washed.”

“Oh! Good Morning! We came to browse the store since Changkyun from across the street is doing a sale.” The girls said as dozens more people from across the street made their way into Tiana’s store.

“A sale?”

“Yeah!” One of the girls said. “If we make a purchase here and bring him the receipt, we get 50% from his store! Although now that I’m here, I’ll definitely be coming here more often! It’s so nice to see the store owners here working together!” She showed Tiana the coupon, and sure enough it said:

‘Limited time offer! Make any purchase at Love-Washed across the street and receive 50% your next purchase at Duality! Must show receipt to receive coupon.’

Tiana smiled, handing the coupon back. “Well, welcome, and if you need anything, I’m here to help.”

The girls thanked her, running off to browse.

Tiana walked up to the display window, looking straight out to the window of Changkyun’s store.

There, she saw him at the register, handing out the handmade coupons to each patron. He looked up, meeting her gaze. He smiled, winking at her before helping the next customer.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes?” Tiana said, focusing on the customer in front of her.

“I couldn’t help but notice your necklace. It’s beautiful. Do you sell it here at the store? Purple is my favorite color!”

Tiana smiled. “Yes, actually. It’s a Love-Washed exclusive. I can also show you more from this collection if you’d like?”

“Yes, please!”

Walking back to the register, Amara came out of the backroom, confused.

“Tee, where all these people come from?”

“Across the street.”

“From Duality?”

“Apparently, everyone that shops here gets a discount from there.”

Amara glanced at Tiana, then smirked. “Okay, miss thang, I see you.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything!”

“Sure you didn’t. Well, I’ll be in the back if you need me.” She said, waving her off.

Tiana shook her head, looking out the window again. This time, Changkyun was at his usual spot by the mailbox, smirking her way. Tiana smiled, waving at him.

Maybe Changkyun as a neighbor wasn’t so bad.