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kwanisms · 14 days ago

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It’s the season of love, or lust. Here’s a collection of 14 separate tales to keep you company this Valentine’s season. demon/incubus!Idol × fem!Reader

» back || playlist || taglist « ❑ WORDCOUNT — ❑ WARNINGS — adult language, female reader, shorter reader, reincarnated reader, chubby!Reader, smaller reader, jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of: marriage, travel, homesickness, food & alcohol consumption, history of drug use, depression & thoughts of suicide, feelings of isolation, past love, heartbreak, major character death, reincarnation, severe depression, loneliness, minor character death, food & alcohol consumption, occultism, witchcraft, demonic summoning & rituals, PTSD, graveyards, ghost hunting, communicating with spirits, hospital environments, long working hours, bodily trauma, blood, gore; see each part for full warnings! ❑ CONTENT — angst, fluff, smut; supernatural, fantasy, demons & angels, biblical, established relationships, office setting, boss!Reader, coworkers to lovers, ER doctor!Reader, demon!Idols; non idol au, demon au, farm au, hospital au; see each part for full content lists! ❑ NOTES — happy valentine's, my loves! Here is something no one asked for but I'm delivering anyway! I've got 14 stories here, 11 of which are sequels to existing aus I've created and three new ones! They're all of my existing demon aus! From Seventeen to Stray Kids to Day6, all of my demon characters are being revisited here! Taglist is open and will close at the end of January so sign up now! Thanks for the support thus far babes and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

➥ incubus!Kihyun × fem!Reader summary: After the events of her story, Y/N has had her curse broken and succubus powers removed, allowing her to live a normal life. She has managed to keep a low profile, getting a job in a diner, her entire world is turned upside down when one of the men she was tasked with seducing in her previous life shows up at the diner late one night with a bone to pick with her. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 1

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➥ incubus!Hongjoong × fem!Reader × Seonghwa summary: After being banished to hell, Hongjoong manages to find a weak point and escapes back to the mortal realm. He only has a short time before the hounds of Hell are sent after him to bring him back and he makes the most of his time by tracking down his former servant only to find Seonghwa’s vampire curse has been broken and that he’s now happily married to the woman who destroyed everything Hongjoong built up. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 2

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➥ incubus!Jisung × fem!Reader summary: Now that all his friends are seeming to settle down with their respective partners, Han decides to venture out on his own and explore a new city. While there, he meets someone who flips his world upside down and turns it inside out. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 3

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➥ demon!Jeonghan × fem!Reader summary: Jeonghan lost his chance at love by being stubborn and cruel. Since then, he’d been drifting through the world, finding no meaning at continuing his meaningless charade. He refused to return to Hell but being on Earth was even more torture. He thought about just ending everything when the world came to a halt upon spotting a familiar face on the streets of Paris. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 4

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➥ incubus!Johnny × fem!Reader summary: Y/N has been living her best life, having climbed the social ladder at work and now heads her department, thanks to the promotion she landed. She can’t forget the reason for her success and one night while at the office working late, the demon she made a deal with comes back to check in. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 5

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➥ demon!Mingi × fem!Reader summary: Summers spent in the country used to have a sense of nostalgia but now, as you helped clear out your aunt’s old farm house, it was just hot and all you did was sweat. When you come across an old, tattered black book, things go from hot to hotter when you are transported to an alternate dimension where you meet a mysterious man who inhabits your aunt’s house on what he calls the ‘Other Side.’ read now »» coming Feb 6

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➥ incubus!Sungjin × fem!Reader summary: Since the incident at the museum, involving the old grimoire, Y/N has kept a low profile and quit her job at the museum, instead getting a job at a bookstore in a quiet part of town. It’s been three years and she still has the book, keeping it locked in a glass case in her house. The demon has not appeared since but she can’t shake the uneasy feeling she has as the fifth year anniversary of the Summoning approaches. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 7

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➥ incubus!Yeonjun × fem!Reader summary: After a visit to the old graveyard with her friends, Y/N has had this uneasy feeling of being followed or watched. Maybe she’s being paranoid, or maybe it's the result of playing around with a Ouija board but one thing is certain; she keeps seeing someone or something watching her from the window in her bedroom. read now »» coming Feb 8

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➥ incubus!Jongho × fem!Reader summary: As a result of passing his seduction test, Jongho has become a full-fledged incubus. He’s now among the ranks of those who have made names for themselves. He finds that being an incubus comes with a great amount of freedom and responsibility. Responsibility he shirks because he can’t seem to stay away from the one who helped him pass his test: Y/N. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 9

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➥ demon!Seungmin × fem!Reader summary: Your idea of fun was playing video games with your friends or playing beer pong at a frat party. It did not include summoning a demon in the basement of the creepy, old abandoned house at the end of Willow Avenue. read now »» coming Feb 10

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➥ demon!Chan × fem!Reader summary: Ever since she summoned him, Chan hasn’t been able to get Y/N out of his mind. He returns to her after some time and insists that she accept the proposal he made to her the last time he was there. He wants to be bound exclusively to her. Y/N is hesitant but Chan tells her to think it over while he makes his trip to visit her worth both their time. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 11

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➥ incubus!Chanyeol × fem!Reader summary: Since their encounter and Chanyeol’s nature as an incubus exposed, he and Y/N have had a secret relationship which tends to bring out the worst jealousy in both of them. They often sneak around the hospital, meeting in secret places. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 12

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➥ incubus!Hyunjin × fem!Reader × witch!Felix summary: After his visit, Hyunjin has moved into the house next door to Y/N and Felix, making himself at home as their neighbor and tormenting Felix by plaguing Y/N’s dreams. Hyunjin seems determined to make Felix’s life a living hell and drive a wedge between the witch and his girlfriend. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 13

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➥ incubus!Joshua × fem!Reader summary: Ever since that fateful night where Joshua revealed himself as a demon, Joshua and Y/N have built a life for themselves, living together in her house and working at the antique shop together. When Joshua decides to take her out for a romantic Valentine’s dinner, his jealous side emerges when he thinks the waiter is flirting with Y/N so he takes her home to remind her who she belongs to. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 14

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fics-lovebot · 2 months ago

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personally, I get annoyed when I read a fic with degradation kink bc if some man starts talking to me about being a slut (I haTE this one) or a whore or being fucking stupid imma have to start talking about his mama too like,,,

bc one thing is degrading dirty talk (when it’s done rIGHT) and another thing it’s sneering words that could be considered hate speech

what do y’all think?

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edit: hey babes, as many of you have stated in your reblogs, comments and anon dms, its not about the lack consent or lack of warnings in fics (even tho there are lotsss of fics that don´t add any in the first place), if i don´t like it i just scroll past it.

I´m not into degrading kink irl, but i tolerate a lot of it on fanfictions bc it is what it is,, fiction and sometimes that´s what the whole plot is about. but sometimes it can get too much to the point where it feels like straight up abuse (imo). some of you like to argument that is just a preference (agreed) or just something that "gets people off",, child p0rnography also gets people off so that´s not the point.

Stop making it a bigger deal than what this is and being rude about it, some of us are just not into it and we are also allowed to have an opinion about it, you don´t have to feel targeted bc of that,

also, i do kink shame :) idgaf if it´s 2030, talk to me about roleplaying about being r*ped or roleplaying as an adult/minor or bestiality/furries etc and, as a doctor, i will have something to say about it,

lastly, two things:

this is about FANFICTIONS, i´m not judging any of you lifestyles and personal preferences lmao, seems like many of you thought i was

I´m not judging authors in any shape or form, i´m not the tumblr police, you can do whatever you want regardless of my opinion

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eroctickboys · 10 months ago

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I hope they are the one ruining me and not my fucking thesis.

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multifanhoe99 · 4 months ago

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Alright y'all I know I have been missing for a bit but it's that time again! HERE is a link to the prompt list.

Day 1- Voice Kink w/ Zuho

Day 2- Sex machine w/ The8

Day 3- CNC w/ Suho

Day 4- Praise kink w/ Wooyoung

Day 5- Spanking w/ Jiung

Day 6- Public sex w/ Haruto

Day 7- Car sex w/ Taeyang of Sf9

Day 8- Corruption w/ Chanyeol

Day 9- Wax play w/ Xiumin

Day 10- Hair pulling w/ Hwiyoung

Day 11- Lap dance w/ J-Hope

Day 12- Biting w/ Joohoney

Day 13- Overstimulation w/ T.O.P

Day 14- Masturbation w/ Soul

Day 15- Blindfold w/ Heuningkai

Day 16- Camboy/girl w/ JB

Day 17- Breeding w/ Bobby

Day 18- Hypnosis/mind control w/ Seonghwa

Day 19- Cucking w/ Onew

Day 20- Wolf Hybrid/Knotting w/ Intak

Day 21- Daddy kink w/ Taeyang of Big Bang

Day 22- Caught or Almost w/ Yeosang

Day 23- Choking w/ Mingyu

Day 24- Shower sex w/ Hongseok

Day 25- Tentacle play w/ Yoshi

Day 26- Mirror Sex w/ Leeknow

Day 27- Vampire w/ Ni-ki

Day 28- Office sex w/ Jihoon

Day 29- Threesome w/ New, Q, and Sunwoo

Day 30- Knife play w/ Heesung

Day 31- Monster Fucking w/ YangYang

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ratedfleur · 1 year ago

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Oooh yay! Can I request nsfw links for Changkyun (I.M from Monsta X) please?

And since I’m a little new here, can I be the ✨ anon?

Tysm!!!

nsfw x links | monsta x IM edition

🚫: links below contain 18+ content.

📝: sorry this took so long, ✨ anonnie! it was oddly hard to find links that reminded me of changkyun 🙁

[link] most of the time, changkyun likes to fuck you by the mirror because then he could see the expressions that you try so hard to hide from him.

[link] when you once wore fishnets for your outfit, changkyun loved the look on you so he fucked you with the fishnets still on.

[link] he didn’t exactly like the sight of you slightly flirting with the members when he was sitting right across you, shooting daggers with his eyes so he knew exactly what he had to do — fuck you in the bedroom while the others were in the living room.

[link] he always liked fucking you in ways where you could only whine and moan as he fucked you, fingers busy rubbing your clit before changing positions which has you pulsing around his cock.

[link] changkyun always loved it when you moan and writhe in your sleep, clearly having a wet dream of some sorts so he tries to bring that pleasure into reality, touching you after he strips your clothes off of you.

#mikha’s asks.#mikha’s [✨] anon #monsta x #monsta x changkyun #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #monsta x smut #monsta x hard hours #monsta x hard thoughts #changkyun smut #changkyun x reader #changkyun imagines

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melanated-writersblock · 5 months ago

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[18+ MDNI!!!]

MirrorKink!Wonho and the laugh he lets out when he sees you struggling to keep your eyes on him through the large mirror leaning against the bedroom wall as he fucks you from behind with a passion. Your head falling forward, but he clicks his tongue in a reprimanding manner as he grabs a hold of your chin to make you look at him, his eyes darkening with lust as you meet his gaze. He smiles at you as he picks up the pace, watching you fall apart for him.

MirrorKink!Wonho who will send you videos when you’re long distance (with sound because he knows how much you love it). Something about him kneeling on the rug in front of the Ultrafragola mirror you bought him for his birthday, recording himself with his grey sweats tugged down to his thighs as he strokes his oiled cock is enough to make him cum untouched. He holds the hem of his tank top between his teeth as he works himself in front of the camera for your eyes only, his precum leaking out warning him to slow his movements. MirrorKink!Wonho as he tries not to sound needy with the amount of whimpers he lets escape his mouth but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish your hands were there instead of his. The soft pink illumination from the mirror’s rim adding an almost artistic beauty to such a sinful video. The camera catches the reflection of his dick as Wonho falls over the edge, and he inches closer to the mirror as strings of his cum shoot onto the glass.

MirrorKink!Wonho who watches you lean your head back in pure ecstasy as you ride him from the ceiling mirror he installed and wanted to test out. You put one arm on his thigh as you lean back to steady yourself and one on his defined abdomen to maybe lessen the impact of his thrusts, to no avail.

MirrorKink!Wonho who pushes your face flush against the mirror behind the bathroom door while there’s a whole party going on in the other room, fucking into you at a slow and torturous pace, just deep enough to trigger that euphoric off switch in your mind. MirrorKink!Wonho that will pick up speed but won’t cover your mouth because he loves the way your frantic breaths fog up the glass, so instead he threatens to stop if you get too loud and blow your cover to the party guests.

#kpop drabbles #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop fanfiction #wonho smut #wonho x reader #wonho x black reader #wonho x black!reader #monsta x smut #monsta x scenarios #monsta x fanfic #I know he’s technically not a member anymore but idgaf it’s ot7 til I die #monsta x x reader #monsta x x black reader #monsta x x black!reader #SEPTEMBER CAN’T GET HERE FAST ENOUGH #FREE HIM NOW ACTUALLY #my writing

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brainddeadd · 9 months ago

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smut

“Y-yeah? Like riding me like ya own it? Looking so pretty on top of me. ‘S all yours baby, all yours.”

It's a rare day. Today, Changkyun is letting you ride him.

He's been away for weeks. And now you've got him back.

You're in his lap, tits bouncing in his face and his hands roaming your body.

"Kyunie you're all mine."

"Shit baby, all yours." You know he's going to cum, he's trying so hard not to.

"Kyunie fill me up." You're babbling. "Cum in me please, fill me. Kyunie it's been too long. Need it."

"Fuck-"

"Daddy please."

That's it. Changkyun pulls your hips down onto him as he fills you up, your pussy fluttering around him as you follow him over the edge.

#changkyun x reader #changkyun smut #monsta x x reader #monsta x smut #twt links #im changkyun x reader #im changkyun smut #° braindead writes

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astroyongie · 10 months ago

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Numb

Read with the song: https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/track/2xCucTP5OkXJ7ISUk4xlBB?si=fb723270ee6a406a

Warnings: Smut

Parings: Changkyun x Reader

“What do you want from me?” Changkyun asked, a frown covering his face as he watched you from the corner of his eye.

You mumbled to yourself, looking around at his studio, before flopping into the red couch, sighing when your body was surrounded by the expensive leather. The night was ringing outside, the city lights and the buzy cars roaming in Seoul. But here, in the intimacy of Changkyun’s studio everything was quiet, gloomy, the purple lights from the neon being the only thing that allowed you to see past darkness. There was a scent of strawberry and incense in the air.

“Nothing” you said, not bothering to look at him, as you reached for your phone in your pocket, scrolling away for something interesting. “I am just here for the company”

Changkyun ignored you with a huff, turning back to his computer as he arranged a few new accords. Probably for a new release, you figured. As an artist, music had always been his priority, and it often came even before pleasurable release.

He was always like this. You have been sleeping with him for the past 3 months. The moment Changkyun had terminated his relationship with a fellow idol, that you didn't bother to recall the name of, he had grown closer to you. Naturally, your friendship quickly became something more. There were boundaries that none of you dared to reach and despite your feelings for the black haired man, Changkyun had always made clear that this would be purely physical.

Changkyun was someone cold, quiet but he was a good lover and an even greater company. The only one that wouldn't interrupt you when you complained about your day, the one that would give you actual advice and be able to satisfy you physically. It was a win-win situation. You wanted a sneaky link, and Changkyun well... you never figured exactly what he wanted from you. Sex was the main topic but often he would invite you out for dinner or just to chill while constantly reminding you of his boundaries. You were okay with whatever you guys had.

For now.

You sighed, tossing your phone away. There wasn't anything interesting on your social media, and Changkyun didn't seem to give you any of his attention either. You knew the rules. He would call you, you came and waited until he finished his work, before you could get into his pants. Yet, this was taking way too long. He was playing the exact same melodies over and over, groaning to himself each time.

What a perfectionist, you thought. Sighing again, louder this time, you looked at him. Still nothing. You proceed to repeat. Nothing. Maybe if you coughed he would look at you–

“y/n” he called and you smirked that your cough had caught his attention. “Shut up”

“Kyun, I am bored” you said, swinging your legs as you sat down on the couch. You didn’t want to be a whining brat, but you needed stimulation or some kind of attention before it drove you mad.

“Not my problem. I have got to finish this first.”

“You are inconsiderate”

“And you are acting up.” he said, turning his chair to look at you. You couldn't help but bit your bottom lip at the intensity of his gaze “Fix that attitude of yours''

“Don't want to fix it yourself?”

Changkyun rolled his eyes, turning his chair back to his computer and you groaned out in annoyance. Fine, if he didn't want to give you attention, you would force it out of him. Standing up, you made your way to Changkyun in silence. You knew this was dangerous but you just couldn’t help it. Not now at least. Reaching forward you closed the screen of his laptop. Before he could say anything in protest, you pushed yourself between him and that damned electronic device. Making room between the chair and his desk, you dropped on your knees in front of him, a grin on your lips.

“I came here to fuck” you reminded him, loving the way he was giving you that glare. “Will you do your job or do I have to do it myself?”

“If you want it that bad, do it yourself.”

There was so much defiance in your eyes as you heard his challenge. You were quick to work on his belt, tossing the accessory away. Your hands went for his pants, your eyes glued to your price, as you pulled his pants down enough to relieve his black boxers. You touched him a first, feeling his groin against the palm of your hands, grinning wider when you felt it twist, ever so slightly. Releasing his shaft from its confinements, you wrapped your hand around it. Even without being hard, he was already delicious. You opted to give it a few light strokes, working Changyun up, slowly. As he started to get harder against your palm, your mouth went in, leaving behind sloppy kisses and kitten licks until you could hear his body shift and his breathing changing.

“If you open that computer again while I am sucking you off, I will use my teeth” you threatened, reminding yourself of the last time you had given him head in his studio. Changkyun laughed, his ringed fingers rubbing his own face before he went to caress your cheek. It was affectionate, almost too much. You hated to admit it, but the way his bony fingers touched your skin, made your heart skip.

“You wouldn't dare.”

“Oh I would,” you said with a grin, before finally taking the tip into your mouth, circling your tongue around the head. Changkyun groned, allowing his body to rest against his chair. His hand went to your hair, grabbing it skillfully out of your face so he could get a better view. Obviously, he couldn’t help himself but guide you with it, not enough to be rough, yet enough to be demanding.

Your hands went to the base of his shaft, stroking him lazily as you allowed yourself to suck and lick him, until he was moisturized enough for your taste. When you heard the click of his tongue, you smirked, finally taking him fully into your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down, using your hands to touch what your mouth couldn't reach. Soon, the studio was echoing with soft groans and occasionally little moans from him. Yet, each time you would look at him, Changkyun still had the same expression that haunted his eyes.

Numbness. His whole face expression was deprived, the only faint tint of pink blushing his cheeks, giving away his enthusiasm along with the angelic sounds living his lips.

Closing your eyes, you breathed heavily through your nose, trying to focus on the pleasure you were giving him. Now wasn’t the moment to care about feelings.

“Darlin’, put more into it” he instructed as he looked down at you.

You opened your eyes, looking up at him with half lidded eyes, your cheeks hollow to accommodate his shaft inside your mouth. Changkyun’s eyes held no feeling towards you. You could tell. He looked at you as if you were a remedy, a pill that he needed to consume to erase negative thoughts out of his mind. You didn't care, he was free to use you as much as he wanted.

You pushed his member further into your mouth, your hands resting on his thighs this time. You felt the tears swelling in your eyes, as you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. Changkyun was hitting the back of your throat, his own hips moving according to his own wishes. It was his moans however that were sending you astray. Pushing yourself further, you hollow your cheeks, tongue pressed firmly against his veins. Your jaw was killing you from the angle. As long as he was feeling pleasure, you could push through it.

You looked up at him again, the sight sending shocks of pleasure waves through your core. He was watching you so intensely, that your cheeks blushed without your accord. You could only wish that the dim neon purple light was hiding in it. You could almost feel it. The hint of him adoring you, perhaps meddled feelings playing on his heart. If you could just suck these feelings out of him, you knew you could reach his heart, you just needed to work on it more, you just–

“Don’t put faith in us” as if he had read your mind, he confessed, his breathing steady again. You frowned, removing your mouth from him. You used your hand to wipe your lips, the saliva coating both his dick and your jaw. The lack of contact made him hiss, but you were quick to use your hands up and down his member to keep him occupied.

“It’s not like I am asking to be your girl, Changkyun”

“And you better not do it. Ever”

“Would that be so bad?” You asked, forcing a chuckle out of you to light the mood. You needed to pretend you weren't so serious, or else you could lose whatever thing you both had.

“You know I just need to revive, love” he hummed, his free hand intertwined on his black hair, removing it from his forehead. Changkyun was gorgeous, and you couldn’t help but look at him in all his glory. You hated that you wanted him so bad.

“Don’t you feel alive when you are with me?”

“I do”

Lies. His eyes didn't shone, the numb feeling plastered on his iris. You knew pretty well the only person on his mind was his ex, You just didn't want to admit it to yourself, it was too painful. you wanted to believe that your body, your company was enough for him. You could only thank Changkyun’s ego that would never allow him to go back to his ex. The same ego that was unfortunately also not allowing you to break his walls.

You removed your eyes from him, taking him on your mouth again, sucking at his dick more eagerly this time. You couldn't help but feel your core tingle each time he groaned out in pleasure. You would go through this, you thought. No matter how many times you would have to be on your knees, you would break him.

“fuck..”

He swore, his eyes closed shut as he focused on the pleasure. You bobbed your head faster, sucking his dick like the damn lollipop that he was. Maybe, if you were good enough, he would reconsider it. Gradually, his moans become louder and his breathing heavier. You hummed around him, whimpering when you felt his hand tugging at your hair again. A few more movements of his own hips snapping against your face and he was done. Changkyun released hot seed through a low groan, moving his hips lazily until he was finished.

You felt his hand losing its grip around your hair, his body relaxing against his chair as he caught his breathing. You released him from your mouth, swallowing what you could.

“You are my weakness, y/n”

You didn’t believe him. This was just him and his post nut self talking. Standing up, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, tasting the reminds of him on your tongue once more, before you climbed into his lap, his half lidded eyes, looking at you as if you were half of a nuisance, half an object of lust.

“What are you doing y/n?”

“I will fuck the numb out of you, Im Changkyun.”

#Changkyun #Changkyun smut #Changkyun scenarios #Changkyun reactions #Changkyun headcanons #Changkyun imagines #Changkyun x reader #monsta x #monsta x smut #monsta x changkyun #monsta x headcanons #monsta x scenarios #monsta x reactioms #monsta x imagines

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syuga-s · 9 months ago

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love you yes

w.c. 7.3k pairing. changkyun x fem!reader genre. this time is just SMUT i'm sorry a/n. NSFW MDNI !!! idk i've had this one sitting around for a while,, does anyone else get this same aura from this man?? he's SO!!! yk, ANYWAYYYY i did this fic for my sake but i still hope you all enjoy it, straight smut, nothing kinky just calling him daddy and him calling you slut once (lovingly), hope i didn't miss anything LOVE Y'ALL

You had always been enchanted by the alluring and provocative nature of shunga art, entranced by the vivid depictions of passion and desire. As you stood in the bustling gallery, surrounded by a sea of people, your gaze fixated on the explicit imagery. Lost in thought, you suddenly felt a presence beside you and turned to see a man, his eyes fixated on the same image that had enraptured you.

"Isn't it fascinating?" he said with a warm smile. "The way they captured every intimate detail, every moment of pleasure."

You couldn't help but nod in agreement, a rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins at the man's audacity in approaching you. The bustling gallery around suddenly faded into the background as his presence enveloped you. His voice was like warm honey, drawing you in with each smooth word, and his confident demeanor only added to his irresistible charm. You found yourself unable to resist him, completely captivated by his boldness and charisma.

"They say that shunga was meant to be both arousing and educational," he continued. "A way for couples to explore their desires and learn from each other."

As he spoke, you felt a tingling energy surge through your body. It was clear that both of you held an intense admiration for this age-old longing, and a sense of connection formed between you in that moment.

"I'm Changkyun," he said, extending his hand towards you.

You took it gently in your own. "Y/N," you replied with a shy smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," Changkyun said, his warm smile making you feel at ease. You both stood there, surrounded by art full of passion and intimacy. It was as though this exhibit had brought you together for a reason.

Your hands touched and you felt a spark of electricity between you, igniting a fire within you that you hadn't felt in years. Changkyun's gaze lingered on your face as if trying to decipher your thoughts.

As the gallery buzzed with visitors admiring the provocative artwork, Changkyun leaned in closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper. "Would you like to explore the gallery together? I find that art is best appreciated when shared with someone who understands its true beauty."

You felt a thrill run through you at the prospect of walking with Changkyun by your side. Without hesitation, you nodded in agreement, eager to learn more about art in his company.

You were drawn to him in the sea of art enthusiasts because he seemed genuinely engaged with the work, and not just there to be seen. He studied each piece carefully, his brow furrowed slightly as he took it all in.

Later, when he approached your corner of the gallery, your heart pounded in your chest. This man is out of your league, you reminded yourself silently. But still, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement when your eyes locked again.

“There's something about this particular painting that intrigues me," Changkyun said, gesturing towards a piece depicting two lovers entwined in a passionate embrace.

You moved closer to him, your breath catching as you followed his gaze. This piece was indeed captivating, and it was your favorite, you used vivid colors and intricate details that seemed to come alive under the soft gallery lights.

As you both stood in front of the painting, Changkyun's presence beside you sent a wave of warmth through your body. You found yourself studying your painting with new eyes. The air between you crackled with an unspoken tension, both of you acutely aware of the magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

"I can't help but wonder what their story is," Changkyun mused, his voice low and husky.

"Maybe they’re forbidden lovers," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the hushed gallery.

“You’re incredibly talented,” Changkyun said after studying your work closely for several minutes.

“Thank you,” you replied with a smile. “It’s always nice when someone recognizes that.”

“Of course,” he said earnestly. “May I ask where your inspiration comes from?”

You felt a rush of vulnerability at his question, unsure whether you were ready to reveal the depths of your creativity to a near stranger. But something in Changkyun's gaze urged you to open up, to share a part of yourself that you rarely showed others.

With a soft sigh, you began to speak, your words tinged with passion and emotion. "It comes from the raw emotions that we all carry within us," you explained, your eyes searching his face for understanding. "I paint to capture the unspoken desires, the hidden truths that lie beneath the surface of our everyday lives."

Changkyun listened intently, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed your words. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, a glimmer of recognition that made your heart skip a beat. “That’s fascinating. You seem to capture those beautifully.”

A warmth spread through you at his compliment. “It’s a way for me to explore and express my own feelings too.”

“I can definitely sense that,” Changkyun said, his gaze lingering on one of your paintings. “Your work evokes a strong emotional response.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of validation from his words. “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you, I get the feeling that not everyone appreciates art as much as you do.”

For hours, you lost yourselves in conversation about art, history, and desire. It was as if you were two kindred spirits brought together by your shared passions. Changkyun's knowledge and enthusiasm were intoxicating, leaving you hungry for more.

As the evening drew to a close and the gallery began to empty out, Changkyun offered one last piece of wisdom.

"You know," he said, his voice low and seductive, "shunga was also used as a form of foreplay. Couples would study the images together, letting them ignite their desires before they became lost in each other's arms."

You felt a rush of heat at his words, your body responding to the suggestive tone of his voice. Changkyun's eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction.

"Perhaps we could continue this discussion somewhere more... private," he suggested, his words laced with an unmistakable invitation.

Your heart raced at the thought of being alone with him, finally giving in to the electric chemistry that had been building throughout the night. With a simple nod, you let him take your hand and lead you out of the gallery.

Outside, the cool night air did little to quell the fire that burned between you. Changkyun's private car was waiting at the curb, a sleek black sedan with tinted windows.

He held the door open for you, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As you settled into the plush leather seats, the anticipation thick in the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at what was to come.

The driver pulled away from the curb, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city behind. In the privacy of his car, the tension between you was palpable, each passing moment filled with unspoken desire.

Changkyun's hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you as he leaned in closer. The world outside the car seemed to fade away as his lips met yours in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. The warmth of his embrace, the sweetness of his touch, all enveloped you in a haze of desire.

As the car sped towards its destination, Changkyun's hands explored every inch of you, igniting a fire within your core. You moaned into his mouth as he cupped your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress, teasing your sensitive nipples to hardened peaks.

You lost yourself in Changkyun's embrace, feeling a connection unlike any you had experienced before. His hands explored your body with a reverence that made your heart race, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

The driver glanced at you in the rearview mirror, but you were too consumed by passion to care. With one swift motion, Changkyun reached forward and pulled up the partition, enclosing you in a bubble of desire. Now shielded from intrusive eyes, you could fully indulge in your hunger without inhibition.

With the barrier in place, Changkyun's touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along your skin. You arched into his embrace, craving more of his electrifying touch.

When the car finally came to a stop outside his luxurious penthouse, Changkyun wasted no time in leading you inside, his lips never leaving yours as he eagerly explored your mouth. As you stumbled through the door, your clothes fell to the floor in a trail of discarded fabrics. Naked and exposed, you stood there for a moment, taking in each other's bodies.

The air was heavy with anticipation as he guided you to his bedroom, where the soft glow of fixtures casted shadows across the room.

Changkyun's eyes devoured your curves, his desire for you evident in the way his eyes lingered on every inch of your nude form. He took your hand and led you to the bed, his touch electrifying as he guided you to the soft mattress.

He pulled you down with him, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the hardness of his erection against your abdomen, a testament to his arousal.

Changkyun's lips trailed down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. He kissed his way to your breasts, his tongue flicking over your nipples, making them stand at attention.

You moaned softly, your body trembling with anticipation. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, making you arch your back and moan in pleasure.

Changkyun was everything you had imagined and more. His muscular frame glistened, and his hard cock stood proud, asking for your undivided attention. You couldn't help but feel a surge of delight knowing that you were the one who was making him hard.

A playful grin tugged at your lips as you knelt down and enveloped him with your mouth, relishing in the pulsing sensation of his entire being. A low moan of delight escaped him as you teased his velvety skin with your tongue, drawing circles around his most sensitive spot before engulfing him fully in your throat.

As you continued to pleasure Changkyun, you could feel his hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him. You moaned around his cock, loving the way he tasted.

His hips bucked beneath you, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth. You could feel him hitting the back of your throat, which only made you want him more.

His hand left your hair and began to caress your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. It sent a quiver of desire through you.

"That's it, baby," he whispered breathlessly. "Take all of me. Show me what you can do."

With a renewed sense of purpose, you began to suck harder, his shaft throbbing in your mouth. Your eyes watered from the intensity, but he refused to let go. Changkyun groaned loudly, his hips jerking uncontrollably. You could feel his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum.

As a stream of warm liquid filled your mouth, you greedily swallowed it down, the taste of him was intoxicating—earthy and musky with a hint of sweetness—, and for a few moments, you stayed on your knees, still savoring him.

As you looked up at Changkyun's flushed face and heaving chest, you knew that this was just the beginning of the night.

Changkyun pulled you to your feet, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored your own. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as your bodies pressed together, the heat between you still unbearable.

Changkyun kissed his way down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses and lingering bites that sent shivers down your spine. He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide to give him full access to your dripping core.

His hot breath fanned across your sensitive folds, making you ache with need. You moaned softly as he dipped his tongue into your wetness, tracing circles around your clit before suckling it gently into his mouth.

You gripped the sheets beneath you as he expertly tormented you with his skilled tongue. Waves of pleasure crashed over you with each flick and swirl, building an inferno of need deep within you.

You arched your back off the bed as he added two fingers to the mix, thrusting them in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. Your walls clenched around him as you neared the edge of ecstasy, desperate for release.

Sensing your urgency, Changkyun quickened his pace, pumping his fingers into you while lashing at your swollen clit with his tongue. The coil inside you tightened until it was almost unbearable before finally snapping free.

Your body shuddered and convulsed as you came, your cry of pleasure echoing through the room. Changkyun continued to lavish attention on your sensitive spots, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body.

Finally, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned in to kiss you, his lips tender and passionate yet demanding in their depth.

"I want to be inside you," he whispered hoarsely, his body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.

"I want that too," you breathed, your desire for him still burning bright.

With a flourish, he reached for a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing erection. He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours as he entered you slowly, filling you completely.

You moaned at the sensation, your body adjusting to his size and penetration. He began to set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours with powerful thrusts.

The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room along with your ragged breaths and sinful moans. It was as if you were two souls perfectly attuned to each other's desires, lost in a symphony of pleasure and passion.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper as he fucked you relentlessly.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer with each thrust, his cock hitting your G-spot with precision. You cried out, the pleasure-pain washing over you like a tidal wave.

Changkyun's eyes locked onto yours, the hunger in them growing more intense with each passing moment. He increased his pace, his hips slamming against your body with a ferocity that was both painful and exhilarating.

You could feel your orgasm building, the tension in your body reaching a breaking point. Your walls clenched around him, stilling his movements for a moment as he groaned, his erection twitching inside you.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Let me feel you come around me."

With those words, you shattered beneath him like fragile glass, every nerve ending on fire as you rode out wave after wave of mind-numbing bliss. Changkyun's movements grew erratic as he chased his own release, thrusting into you with abandon until he finally found his own sweet release.

With a guttural cry, he emptied himself, and you held him close as his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, your hearts pounding in sync as you slowly came back down to earth.

You lay tangled together, limbs intertwined, basking in the afterglow of merging of two souls into one.

As your breathing returned to normal, Changkyun rolled onto his back and pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Changkyun's fingers traced lazy circles on your skin. With a contented sigh, you turned to him, a question lingering on your lips.

"Changkyun, what do you do for a living?" you asked, curiosity piqued by the enigmatic man beside you.

He let out a soft chuckle, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "Ah, the fancy world of art brokering," he responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm just a middleman, making deals to appease wealthy collectors."

"Well, well, look at you, Mr. Art Expert," you teased, unable to resist poking fun at him.

Changkyun's grin widened, mischief glinting in his eyes. "Oh, you have no idea," he said playfully but with a knowing tone. "But someone's got to do it, right?"

Lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment, Changkyun turned to you, a question lingering on his lips. "You know, I've been thinking about what I saw earlier, about your art and the passion you clearly have.”

Changkyun's gaze softened, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I’m thinking," he began, his voice gentle, "Y/N, your talent, your passion—it's undeniable. And I believe that with the right guidance, you could achieve great things."

You looked at him, surprise flickering in your eyes. "What do you mean?" you asked, curiosity tinged with excitement.

"I mean, I see potential in you that I don't often see in people," Changkyun explained, his gaze never leaving yours. "And I want to help you harness that potential, reach for the stars. Would you like that?"

His words filled you with a mix of wonder and gratitude, and you nodded, your breath catching in your throat. "Yes, I-I would," you stammered, feeling honored and touched by his offer.

Changkyun smiled, a warmth spreading across his face. "Good. Then let's start by visiting my gallery tomorrow," he said, and you felt a surge of pride and excitement.

"Your gallery?" you asked, not quite believing it.

"Yes, my gallery. It's where I showcase the best art I can find, and I think you should be a part of it," he said, his hand still tracing patterns on your skin.

Your heart swelled at his offer. To have someone like Changkyun believe in you and your work—it was a dream come true. "I don't know what to say," you murmured, overcome with emotion.

Changkyun reached out and took your hand in his, his touch reassuring. "You don't have to say anything honey," he said softly. "I want to do this for you."

And true to his word, Changkyun became not only your mentor but also your partner and patron. Together, you attended gallery openings, networking events, and exhibitions. With him by your side, you felt unstoppable.

As an artist in her mid-20s who grew up in a regular town, it's still hard for you to believe this is your life now. Changkyun has shown you so much of the world already—trips to Berlin, Rome and Paris for art shows—and there are even bigger things planned on the horizon.

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the bedside table. The screen illuminates, displaying a text from Changkyun.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but I have an early meeting and just wanted to remind you that I won't be home for breakfast. There's money on the kitchen counter if you need anything. Have a great day! xx"

You smile and yawn simultaneously at his sweet message. Changkyun has been such a wonderful boyfriend - well, more like sugar daddy - since you started dating a few months ago. Not only is he incredibly generous, but he's also so supportive of your art career, and he continues to give you opportunities and connections that you could have only dreamed of before.

You stretch your limbs under the soft sheets before getting out of bed. Padding barefoot across your - his - apartment, which is filled with artwork both have collected together over the past months, you find his handwritten note: "Have a beautiful day, love," accompanied by a stack of bills.

But perhaps what surprises you the most about this new life is how amazing it feels when Changkyun fucks you. It feels real, not transactional like you thought it would at first (not that there's anything wrong with that). The way he makes love to every inch of your body sometimes makes you feel like you’re going to melt away into nothingness.

The memory comes rushing back as you stare at his note, a warm flush of desire spreading through you. The way he looks at you with those dark eyes, full of a warmth and hunger that's so intoxicating. His large hands skimming over your skin, leaving sparks under his touch. The way his lips move against your own, each kiss deepening the connection between you.

You shake your head to clear the images from your mind. You had work to do. Lately, you’ve been feeling inspired to create a new series of paintings based on the experiences you’ve been livng with Changkyun.

As you set up your easel and lay out your paints, you let yourself drift back into those memories for inspiration. It's like flicking through a rolodex of the most vivid fantasies—Changkyun fucking you in your Paris hotel room; Changkyun fucking you against the floor-to-ceiling window of his gallery; Changkyun eating you out on the rooftop terrace of his New York penthouse.

The familiar heat between your legs grows more intense as you picture each scene in vivid detail. You can practically feel his hands on your body, his mouth on yours. Your nipples pucker beneath your thin cotton top as you remember how it feels when he takes them into his mouth one by one, sucking and biting until you’re gasping for air.

You slide a hand down over the curve of your hip to slip under the waistband of your panties. Your pussy already soaked with need, hot and swollen as you circle two fingers over your clit. You moan softly to yourself.

Lost in fantasy, you don't hear the door open or feel the presence behind you until it's too late. "Naughty girl," a low voice murmurs right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You should know better than to play with yourself without permission."

You turn your head to find Changkyun standing there, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips. You feel a flush of embarrassment wash over you, but it's quickly replaced by a surge of desire as you meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry," you say breathlessly. "I couldn't help it. I was just thinking about you and—" Before you can finish the sentence, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you to your feet. His eyes are dark with hunger as he captures your lips in a ruthless kiss.

"Turn around," he growls against your mouth.

Your knees go weak at the command in his voice, but you manage to do as he says. You face the easel again, bracing yourself against it with both hands. A moment later, you hear the sound of fabric rustling, followed by Changkyun's hand coming down to fondle your ass cheek, before you could blink a hard slap came.

"Mmm… such a pretty little slut," he purrs. "Did you enjoy teasing yourself while you thought of me?"

"Yes," you moan, arching into another spank.

He chuckles low in his throat before trailing hot kisses down the curve of your spine. Your t-shirt pushed up around your shoulders now, leaving your back bare for him to feast upon. Each kiss is like a jolt of electricity straight to your core, making you ache for more.

He reached for your panties and immediately tugged them down until they were pooling around your ankles. He pressed a hand between your shoulder blades to keep you steady as cool air rushed over your exposed flesh.

"Mmm… look at this pretty pussy," he murmurs appreciatively. "So wet and prepared for me." You whimper as his fingers brush over your soaked folds, teasing you with light, feathery touches. "Please, Changkyun," you moan. "I need you."

He chuckles again and slides two fingers deep inside you in one smooth motion. Your walls clench around him, still as tight and eager as the first time he ever touched you like this. "Is this what you need, sweetheart? Or do you prefer my cock—huh?—filling up this greedy little hole?"

His thumb find your clit and rubs slow circles over the sensitive nub as he sets a punishing pace with his fingers. Each thrust is like a shockwave rippling through you from head to toe, building the pressure in your core higher and higher until you’re on the edge of pure bliss.

"Do you want to come for me, baby?" he growls. "Tell me how badly you need it."

"So fucking bad," You moan desperately. "Please, daddy, let me cum for you." He grins against your skin before pulling his hand away completely. Making you whine at the loss of contact but you get silenced by a sharp gasp as something much bigger takes its place.

"Oh fuck," you pant as he slowly sinks into you inch by agonizing inch. He feels so good stretching you open like this—the perfect combination of hard and soft that always leaves you craving more. When his hips are flush against yours, he rests a hand on the small of your back to hold you steady.

"Better?" You can hear that smug smile in his voice even without looking at him.

"So much better," you breathe out.

Without any warning or hesitation, Changkyun pulls back and slams forward again with enough force to knock the (easel) breath right out of your lungs. He sets a relentless pace right from the start—every thrust deeper and harder than the last—as if trying to fuck all thoughts from your mind except for him.

You cling to the easel for dear life, moaning and gasping like a wanton slut as he uses you. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the air, along with the scent of sex and sweat. You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly with each thrust, your orgasm just out of reach. "Please," begging him to let you finish. "I'm so close daddy."

Changkyun grunts in response, but it's not clear if he heard you or if he even cares. Then his hand wraps around your hip, angling it just so to change the angle of his cock—right against that spot that makes you see stars.

Your walls clamp down on him instinctively as the ecstasy crashes over you. Vaguely aware of loud moans filling the room—neither one of you is able nor willing to hold back anymore—as Changkyun fucks you through your orgasm until he's coming too, pulsing hot and heavy inside you.

You stay like that for a few moments until your breathing slows down and your heart rates return to normal. Changkyun finally slips out of you with a low groan before turning you around to face him with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Then you're hit with a sudden wave of dizziness. Your legs feel like jelly, and you grab onto his shoulders for support, feeling light-headed from the intensity of your session.

Changkyun raises an eyebrow, concern flickering in his gaze as he steadies you. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You manage a sheepish grin, feeling slightly embarrassed by your body's dramatic reaction. "I think my body is protesting the lack of food," you confess.

And if you weren’t flustered enough, your stomach growled loudly, protesting the lack of sustenance, and you can't help but feel a pang of shyness.

Changkyun quirks an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he notices your predicament. "Hungry, are we?" he teases, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I think I might've forgotten to eat breakfast," you mumble sheepishly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Changkyun's expression softens, and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. "Let's get some food into you before you faint on me," he says gently, guiding you to the kitchen where he prepares you a quick breakfast of pancakes and fresh fruit.

You sat at the kitchen table, nibbling on your pancakes while Changkyun went about his preparations. The embarrassment you felt earlier had dissipated, leaving only warmth in its place. He was like a comforting blanket, wrapping around you when your world threatened to crumble.

Your gaze wandered towards him, taking in every detail of his face as he moved. The way his lips curved upwards in a half-smile was always enough to make your heart flutter. There was an intensity to him that was both alluring and terrifying, but you knew that he was also capable of tenderness.

He placed a plate of fresh fruit in front of you, a slice of watermelon artistically arranged, surrounded by raspberries and strawberries. It was a tiny gesture, but it meant the world to you. You had always appreciated the thought he put into even the smallest details.

On a lazy Saturday afternoon, you were sprawled out on the luxurious couch in the penthouse, gazing out at the lush greenery of Central Park. Lost in your own world of drawing and designing, you were pulled back to reality by Changkyun's captivating presence as he sweetly demanded your attention.

"Let's take a break," he suggested. "I have something that you might enjoy more than working." Intrigued, you observed as he walked over to his wooden cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of amber liquid.

"This is my favorite scotch," Changkyun explained as he poured you each a glass. "It's aged for twenty-five years in sherry casks from Spain." He handed you a glass before raising his own in a toast.

"Are we celebrating something?" You tilt your head slightly, questioning him with a playful glint in your eyes.

"Not really love," he chuckled, leaning in close to kiss your cheek. "I just wanted to share something special with you. You deserve it."

Taking a sip of the amber liquid, you were taken aback by the rich, smoky flavor that sang across your tongue. You couldn't help but let out a small moan of appreciation.

"You like it?" Changkyun asked, a hint of pride in his voice.

"I do," you admitted, taking another sip to savor the taste. "It's incredibly smooth."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

As you sat on the plush leather couch, sipping your drinks, the atmosphere in your shared space felt different.

“Come here,” Changkyun beckoned, his voice low and alluring, as he gracefully rose from the couch and made his way towards the grand piano that occupied a prominent corner of the room. A piano that had to be worth more than your entire art collection. The polished wood gleamed under the gentle illumination, its intricate carvings and gleaming keys a testament to its opulence.

Entranced by his magnetic presence, you followed him eagerly, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you approached, the scent of aged wood and delicate piano polish enveloped you, adding to the allure of the moment.

Reaching the piano's side, Changkyun paused, his fingers hovering tantalizingly over the smooth surface of the instrument. With a reverent touch, he traced the elegant curves of the piano's frame, a subtle smile playing upon his lips.

Without hesitation, you reached out, grasping onto his shirt and pulling him closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull he had on you.

He chuckled softly at your eagerness, his touch sending shivers down your spine as his hand slid up under your hair, gripping it firmly. The intensity in his gaze never wavered as he spoke, his words dripping with sincerity and adoration.

“You’re amazing baby,” he murmured against your skin, trailing kisses along your jawline. “I'm in awe of everything you are. I want you to know how it feels to be with someone who loves you.”

His words lingered in the air, filling you with a heady mix of desire and anticipation. And then, without missing a beat, he turned back to the piano, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys as he began to play.

His fingers moved across the ivory keys with effortless precision. The melody filled the room, weaving its way through the air like a delicate tapestry of sound, evoking a profuse emotions with each note.

As you listened, you were captivated by the fluidity of Changkyun's movements, the passion that infused every chord he struck. The music seemed to speak to something deep within you, stirring feelings that you had long kept hidden.

Lost in the melody, you glanced at Changkyun, marveling at the intensity of his focus as he poured his heart and soul into the performance. His eyes sparkled with a quiet determination, his expression one of pure concentration as he allowed the music to guide him.

You found yourself utterly captivated by the raw emotion woven into every note. The music seemed to transcend time and space, enveloping you in its haunting beauty and leaving you breathless in its wake.

When he finally concluded the piece, the final notes lingering in the air like a whisper, you couldn't help but be filled with awe at the experience he had just shared with you. The intensity of the moment lingered, echoing in the silence that followed.

"I didn't know you actually played the piano," you whispered softly, your voice filled with genuine admiration and surprise. It was a revelation that left you feeling even more connected to Changkyun, as if there were still depths to him waiting to be discovered.

He met your gaze with a warm smile, his eyes shining with quiet satisfaction. "Surprise," he said playfully, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"It's just another of my hidden talents," he replied with a smirk, his lips twitching upward. "But tell me, do you like how it sounds? I know I've never played for you before."

You licked your lips nervously, trying to find the right words to convey your sincerity. "I loved it. The music is so...soothing and passionate all at once. It's unlike anything I've ever heard before."

Changkyun's ego swelled at your compliment, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you in a warm embrace. "You have no idea how much that means to me," he whispered, his voice low and velvety.

He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly over your cheek before pulling you into a warm embrace. Your body melted into his and he added, "There's always more to discover about each other, isn't there?"

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of warmth wash over you at his light-hearted response. "Absolutely," you agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Why were you staring so hard at me?" he teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Felt like you were gonna burn a hole through me."

His unexpected comment caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but laugh at his playful act. "Do you have to be so aware of everything all the time?," you replied with a grin, feeling a rush of affection for his lighthearted spirit. "I was just mesmerized by you."

Changkyun chuckled, his laughter echoing through the room as he leaned in closer to you. "Well, I can't blame you for being dazzled by my talents," he quipped, his tone brimming with playful arrogance.

You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation, playfully swatting at his arm. "Please," you retorted with a smirk. "Don't let that ego of yours get too big now."

Changkyun's playful banter continued, his words laced with a teasing tone that misrepresented the underlying intensity of his desire.

"Weren't you aware that flattery gets you far in life?" he remarked, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of mischief. Despite his mocking tone, you couldn't help but sense the growing heat of his desire simmering just beneath the surface.

"I was just trying to figure out where I knew the melody from."

"Ah, that would be The Swan by Saint-Saens," he smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "I took piano lessons as a child, but I've always loved this piece. I never thought I would have the chance to play it for someone special."

At your surprised look, he added, "And you are most definitely special, my dear. More than you could ever know."

You felt yourself blush even harder, your heart swelling with gratitude and affection. "You don't have to say that," you murmured, looking down at the floor.

"But I do," Changkyun insisted, his voice firm and full of conviction. He reached out and cupped your chin, tilted your head up so that you were looking into his eyes. "I love you, and I want you to know how much."

His words hung in the air for a moment, thick with the weight of their meaning. You felt a surge of emotion welling up inside you, your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sincerity of his gaze.

"I love you too," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

His fingers tightened ever so slightly on your chin, holding your gaze. A smile slowly spread across his face, a mix of happiness and relief washing over him.

You felt your heart swell, a warmth spreading through your entire body. You wanted to say more, to tell him everything you felt, but the words were stuck in your throat. All you could do was smile back at him, a genuine smile that spoke volumes about how you felt in that moment.

Your lips locked in a passionate kiss with his and you couldn't help but melt into his arms. You gave in to the irresistible temptation of his touch as his hands explored your body, leaving a trail of heat behind them. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers slipped under your shirt.

His touch was like molten lava, searing your skin as he caressed your bare flesh, and you moaned softly as his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him as his hands continued their sensual exploration of your body, and you could feel your desire building to an almost unbearable level.

"Changkyun," you breathed, your voice thick with need as you clung to him desperately. "I want you." He pulled away slightly, his gaze locking with yours as he grinned wickedly. "I know," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Haven't I always given you everything you want?"

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as he slowly began to remove your clothes. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him undress you, anticipation and desire mingling within you as he exposed your bare skin to the cool air of the room.

Once you were completely naked before him, he took a moment to admire your body, his gaze traveling over every curve and dip as if he were committing them to memory. Then, without warning, he suddenly scooped you up into his arms, causing you to squeal in surprise.

"Where are we going?" you demanded, even as you wrapped your arms around his neck for support. He just gave you a smirk, and carried you over to the piano bench and setting you down gently. "Right here," he said, his voice low and seductive as he positioned himself between your legs. "I want to make love to you right here."

Your eyes widened in shock, but you couldn't deny the thrill that ran through you at his words. "Hmm are you sure?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his eyes darkening with lust as he gazed down at you. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he murmured, his fingers tracing lightly over your skin. "I want to hear you moan my name as I fuck you, right here in the middle of our living room."

Your heart raced at his words, and you could feel the heat of your arousal pooling between your thighs. As Changkyun's hands roamed over your body, you surrendered to his touch, letting out a soft moan as his fingers brushed against your sensitive nipples.

He took that as encouragement to continue exploring every inch of your skin with his mouth, savoring each bit of flesh.

“So pretty,” he growled before lowering his head to take one nipple between his lips, teasing it gently with his tongue.

You arched into him instinctively and felt a surge of wetness between your legs. His hands roamed freely over the rest of your body—tracing the curve of your hip

“What’s mine is mine alone.” while slowly slipping one finger inside you. “And you are absolutely mine.”

“Yes,” you gasped as another finger joined the first one, stretching you open even more. “All yours.” You lay there naked and vulnerable, every nerve ending on high alert, as he studied you intently.

“Perfect,” he said simply before pulling your legs from the piano bench towards him. He lifted them over his shoulders and buried his face between them, his tongue finding your clit expertly.

You moaned and arched into him as he licked and sucked, his fingers thrusting in and out of you in time with the movements of his mouth. He already knew exactly what you wanted without having to ask.

He stood up suddenly and shed the rest of his clothes quickly before returning to you. You now found yourself lying on the floor with Changkyun hovering above you, his cock hard and ready. He leaned forward and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. Then he positioned himself at your entrance and pushed inside you in one smooth motion.

You gasped at the sensation of being so completely full of him. He always felt incredible—thick and long and oh so perfect for you. He stilled for a moment to let you adjust before pulling out slightly and then pushing back in again.

You moved together slowly at first, both of you savoring the feeling of your bodies joined like this. But soon your movements became more urgent as the edge approached.

You gripped onto one of the piano legs for support as Changkyun pounded into you relentlessly. Every thrust sent shockwaves through your body until finally, you were both teetering on the brink.

“Come for me, baby,” Changkyun growled as he hit that perfect spot deep inside you one final time. “now please.”

You shattered around him in a cascade of pleasure that left you breathless. His own orgasm followed yours closely; you could feel him pulsing inside you as you both rode out the waves of bliss.

Afterwards, you lay together on the floor, panting and sweaty but utterly satisfied. Changkyun pulled you close to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you," he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion. "So, so much baby."

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with happiness. "I love you too," you replied, snuggling closer to him.

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god dammit i like it (M) | changkyun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It had always been push and pull with him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When do you get off?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was right about that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Changkyun had always wanted more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Changkyun–”

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

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

“I promise.”

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

But sometimes, those can look the same.

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

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

It would just be one last time.

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

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

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

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

But the money…

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

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

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

“I’m in - one last game.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe he’s busy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But did Changkyun listen to you?

Well no, of course not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t need, I mean, I don’t-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight was the night, and everything was in place.

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

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

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

It was one last time, one last game.

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

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

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

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

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

“I hope you’re right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do you care?”

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

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

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

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

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

It was enough. You had heard enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me it isn’t true, Changkyun.”

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

“What are you talk-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then you let yourself break down.

Changkyun was drunk. Too drunk.

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

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

He didn’t listen. He never listens.

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

Fuck. Fuck.

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

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

He needs you.

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

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

“What the fuck, are you alright dude?”

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

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

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

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

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

He lets the darkness swallow him.

Changkyun isn’t sure where he is.

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

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

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

“Hi, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”

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

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

His eyes snap open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I already have it, stupid.”

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

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

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🕷️ kinktober — day 8: choking 🕸️

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

genre: non-idol!au, smut

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

word count: ~1.8k

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

a/n: me while writing this > 🫨🫨🫨

posted: october 8, 2023

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

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

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

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

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

“So needy,” he smirked.

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

“Turn around for me.”

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

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

“Sorry, babe, I couldn’t resist.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hey! If you accept any Monsta X request; do you think you could do a Top! Wonho x Verse! Hyungwon x Bottom! Male Reader Threesome? Wonho and Hyungwon are an already-stablished couple who find m/r on a bar, they take him home and the action begins; WH and HW take turns on M/R, then they fuck him together and, under M/R's request, they finish off with WH (top) and HW (bottom) fucking (missionary) while M/R jerks off

Never done a Wonho story before. Always wanted to. So absolutely yes, here you go 😄

GAY ONE-SHOT #1: MX Wonho & Hyungwon x Male Reader Threesome

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Top MX Wonho x Vers MX Hyungwon x Bottom male reader

Content: Wonho & Hyungwon pick up male reader at a bar for a threesome.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 3.4k

“What about him?” Hyungwon asks and points his pint in the general direction of a passing man.

Wonho chuckles and takes his shot of Jaeger in one go. “Stop it babe,” he says and laughs.

“What? He's cute.”

Wonho turns to look. He can't argue with his boyfriend's statement. His eyes linger on the man while he puts the glass down on the bar desk.

“You're serious about this, aren't you?” he asks and smiles at Hyungwon.

“We had fun last time, didn't we?”

Wonho's expression turns distant, as if he's remembering something that makes him happy.

“Alright,” he says. Then he turns to the bartender: “Two more, please.”

*****

You're by yourself at a table in the corner, looking out across the dimly lit room, your eyes wandering from one face to another. The beer glass in front of you is empty. It's becoming increasingly clear that your date has stood you up.

Two men are sitting by the bar. There's something oddly familiar about them. One is wearing a tightly fitted black t-shirt which showcases his massive muscles, the other a black tank top and an excessive amount of jewelry on his hands and around his neck. They've been eyeing you all night, and your looks have met more than once.

Your heart flutters when the bigger of the two suddenly stands up. His skinny jeans are making their way directly toward you. You can swear you've seen them both before. Maybe they're regulars.

“Hey,” the fit man says and smiles wide. He briefly turns around in the direction of his friend at the bar. “Can we join you?”

You sit up straight and smile back. “Sure,” you say.

Wonho nods at his boyfriend and pulls out a chair. Before you know it you've been chatting with the two men for half an hour, talking and laughing and drinking. You still have no clue who they are or why they look so familiar, but your date can go fuck himself.

When Wonho gets up to go to the bathroom you realize you've been holding it in for too long. When you get up too, Hyungwon quickly follows. There's been an electric spark between the three of you all night, and it only intensifies when you feel his piercing eyes behind you as you all go to pee.

You stand side by side at the urinals, unzipping your pants and taking your dicks out. You stare straight ahead into the wall, desperately fighting the temptation to take a peek. You really struggle with the urge.

Just a quick glance, you think. But when you turn your eyes sideways you realize that Wonho has beaten you to it. He isn't at all discreet about it. He looks up from your crotch and smiles at you as you shake your dick and put it away.

That settles it. The sparks are too strong and you all feel it. Hyungwon has seen your looks and you've finally accepted the fact that he's been flirting with you all night. This gay couple is looking to spice up their sex life, and they've chosen you to do it with.

Hyungwon zips his pants and walks around his boyfriend. He looks directly at you and you get close together as you head for the same sink.

You rub shoulders while washing your hands. Your eyes meet in the mirror, and you see Wonho approaching from behind. None of you have said a word to each other since you entered the bathroom.

When Wonho puts his hand on your waist you can hardly keep it together. You turn your head and see Hyungwon's reassuring smile. Then you both lean in, and begin to kiss.

You make out with Hyungwon in front of the mirror. Wonho's hand on your hip feels stronger, and he quickly begins to explore your body. Hyungwon turns to face his boyfriend and they begin make out, then Wonho turns to you and you kiss with wet lips and sloppy tongues.

You become hard in a heartbeat. The three of you rub close together and explore each other passionately. Seeing the two sexy men make out is an an insane turn-on, and it suddenly feels very obvious that this is what the night has been leading up to since the moment you first lay your eyes on each other across the bar, and they came to join you at your table.

The door suddenly opens. You all quickly take a step away from each other. A man glances at you before he goes to the urinals and pretends like he didn't see anything.

Hyungwon and Wonho's looks say it all. It's time to take this show elsewhere, and there's no doubt in your mind that you'll be going home with them tonight.

You walk in a row through the bar, Hyungwon leading the way. You struggle to keep your hard dick in check, to hide your bulge from the many eyes in the room. You pass the table you once sat at, and a lone man who spots you and is about to stand up to say hello. You don't even notice that he's there.

*****

The couple lives in a relatively fancy apartment complex. Their place is not big, but modern and tastefully decorated. You briefly wonder which one of them has a passion for art and interior design.

The question doesn't linger long. The moment you've kicked off your shoes Wonho is all over your face and body. You make it to the living room where his violent attack knocks down a painting.

He pins you to the wall and licks your neck. His firm chest is pressed against yours, and your hand glides inside his tight t-shirt.

You push it up his body, exposing his abs and lower back. He suddenly let's go of you to pull it all the way over his head.

His bare chest is pumping right in front of you. You put a hand on it and feel his strong muscles, and let it glide fast up and down his front. It feels amazing, warm and incredibly sexy.

Hyungwon has been lingering at a distance. He's watching you both with a smirk and great anticipation. He can't wait to get you naked, and now that his boyfriend is, he approaches to take his place.

He instantly grabs your crotch. He squeezes and massages it while breathing softly near your lips. You're so incredibly hard.

“Mmm,” you moan, and that's when Wonho can't take it any longer. Shirtless, he takes both you and Hyungwon by the arm, smile wide and reassuringly at you, and back away.

He pulls you into the bedroom, where Hyungwon throws himself onto his boyfriend and you all begin to undress. Carelessly, passionately, a lustful and rapid removal of clothes which become scattered on the floor.

It's time to do the threesome you all came here for.

*****

Wonho is on his knees on the bed in nothing but a pair of tiny underwear. He feels your naked body with his hands, squeeze your ass and thighs and size you up from top to bottom. He's quite satisfied with the catch he and his boyfriend have brought home from the bar.

You're on your side with Hyungwon's dick deep inside your mouth. He's on his side too, sucking you hard and skillfully. You trace his slim but muscular body with your hands while you pleasure each other in this reversed position.

You reach up to feel Wonho's hip above you. You pull the seams of his underwear and they slide down. He helps you release his dick, and you glance up at it to see what it looks like. When you first wanted to evaluate it in the bathroom at the bar you fought the urge to stare. Now, it's on full display and you love what both men are packing.

Hyungwon has noticed that his boyfriend wants in on the action. He lovingly stops sucking you and moves aside. He turns on his knees and lay down beside you. Meanwhile, Wonho is making his approach to you from above.

He leans in close over your body. You're still on your side, kissing Hyungwon's shoulder, when the full length of Wonho's body comes down on top of yours. He instantly starts to move his hips seductively, his dick brushing up and down your thigh.

“Mmm,” he moans when the dick presses harder against your skin. He humps you lustfully while you start to make out with his boyfriend.

Your three naked bodies are in a mess on the bed, and it feels incredibly hot.

*****

You're on your stomach on the bed, Wonho's muscular body pressing down on yours. His dick glides back and forth between your cheeks, until you briefly feel the weight of the broad man lift. You wait with anticipation as he lubes up his shaft and rubs some around the entrance of your hole. Then you feel the head of his dick as he slowly pushes it in, gradually expanding you from the inside.

You close your eyes and grimace. A brief pain is quickly replaced by one of pleasure as you get used to his size. He fills you up completely, his organ throbbing inside you.

The weight returns. His large chest rubs up and down your back and he wraps an arm around your side. He grinds against you, and the dick stats sliding in and out of you repeatedly.

His boyfriend, Hyungwon, is laying naked by your side, observing the whole thing with his mouth half open, exploring your body and Wonho's with his hand. He gently caresses your hip before he moves up to Wonho's clenching ass and lower spine.

Wonho has his eyes closed and buries his head in the sheets by your face. You feel the hot breaths on your neck as he pants shallowly onto your skin.

His cock feels great, so good the way it fills you. His embrace is heavy but gentle, causing your heart to beat a little faster. Hyungwon is a lucky guy.

You fuck like this for several minutes, until Wonho decides that it's his boyfriend's turn to have his way with you. He pulls up and out, and you moan when your hole releases the dick from its tight grip.

Wonho rolls off you and sits up beside you. Hyungwon gets ready to take his place, but before he can climb on top you push yourself onto your knees.

Hyungwon comes up behind you, where he sits on his kneecaps and takes a loving grip around your hips. Once again you wait in anticipation, while Wonho rubs lube onto Hyungwon's long and hard shaft.

The penetration feels easier, your hole loser and his size not as thick. The head slowly pushes through, and it feels like it just keeps going. It eventually hits the deepest wall of your cave, sending an intense pleasure through your body.

He fucks you slowly, pulling in and out with great focus. The head almost pops out, until the full length of the long shaft is swallowed again, and the process repeats over and over.

The couple starts to make out behind you. You can hear the sounds of their lips smacking together. You briefly feel Wonho's hand on your ass cheeks as he plays with the root of Hyungwon's shaft, and when the hand wanders to Hyungwon's ass the latter picks up the pace.

He begins to fuck you faster from behind. His fingers dig into your skin and the kissing sounds stop. They're replaced by a shallow panting, as Hyungwon starts chipping for air with each increasingly rapid thrust.

“Ahh, fuck,” you moan for their pleasure. “Yeah, fuck my ass.”

Hyungwon is turned on by your words. Wonho starts touching your back and shoulders. You spread your legs a little wider and bury your head in a pillow.

This is fucking great, you think and groan. You're so glad they found you at the bar and rescued you from the humiliation of a date who didn't show. This is so much better.

*****

Though Hyungwon clearly knows his way around an ass, it's obvious who is the dominant top and who is the power bottom in the relationship. While you lay on your side with your dick balls deep inside Hyungwon – who moans and squirms in your arms – Wonho is banging you lovingly from behind. You're sandwiched between them, enjoying both the sensation of Wonho's hard and thick dick filling you up, and Hyungwon's tight grip around your own shaft. It feels amazing.

Wonho is hugging you, his arm resting on your side while Hyungwon sucks his fingers. Hyungwon's back presses against your chest when Wonho pulls him closer. Your whole body is squeezed between them, and the dicks are pressed deeper inside their respective holes.

Wonho rocks his ass slowly back and forth. He lifts a knee and spreads his legs to penetrate you as deep as he possibly can. While he can't match Hyungwon's great reach, his cock can certainly pleasure you in other ways.

Your ass pushes repeatedly against his groin. Simultaneously, Hyungwon's moves back and forth against your own, as you push and pull on his hip.

“Ohh, fuuck,” Wonho groans behind you. You feel his lips against your neck.

“Mmm, mm,” Hyungwon moans while he takes the full length of his boyfriend's thumb in his mouth.

Your face is buried between his shoulder blades. Your nose is pressed against his smooth skin. And Wonho's pumped chest and soft stomach against your back feels like a warm embrace.

Wonho suddenly stiffens. He begins to jolt his hips and shove his cock faster inside you. The friction in your ass is enormously pleasurable.

“Wait,” you say to stop him from coming before it's too late. Actually, you're the one who's about to come in Hyungwon's ass, but you're not ready for that just yet.

Squeezed between the two men you can't see much of the action, only feel it. You're too intimate and up close for a good view. You want a better one before you release, to fully enjoy the immersive experience.

Wonho reacts to your word. He slows down and you can feel his muscles relax.

You gently push away from Hyungwon, who understands that you want to change positions and pulls away from you. Your dick falls out of his hole and as great as it made you feel to fuck him, the freedom feels like a welcomed relief.

“I wanna see you fuck,” you say to clarify why you called for a break.

Hyungwon turns around and smiles at you. He gives you a kiss on the lips, then leaps over your body while you scoot forward to give the couple more space.

Wonho catches his boyfriend in his arms and rolls on his back. When his dick pulls out of your ass your cheeks feel relaxed. Fuck he's big, you think happily.

The couple kiss and embrace as Hyungwon sits down on Wonho's crotch. Without penetration he rolls his hips, pressing his ass against the length of Wonho's shaft.

You turn around to watch them as Wonho takes a firm grip around his boyfriend's thighs and gives him a push. They roll over, and Hyungwon giggles when the large man comes down over him and attacks his neck with his mouth.

Hyungwon spreads his legs wide for his lover. Wonho sits up on his knees and reaches down to grab his dick. You scoot further away from them and lean on your elbow to watch them spring into action.

Their sex is wild and lustful. Hyungwon moans and jolts his body into Wonho's arms. Wonho pants and grunts loudly as he fucks his boyfriend with great passion missionary style.

“Mm, ahh, fuck yeah,” he repeats.

“Mmm, yes, yes,” Hyungwon whimpers below him.

You can hardly take your eyes off Wonho's ass and the back of his thighs. You watch the man roll and thrust skillfully, as he pushes his dick deep inside his boyfriend again and again. Holy shit this is hot!

You begin to stroke your shaft right next to them. Your eyes are wide open and your mind bewildered and amazed. The bed squeaks and the mattress slams against the frame, and all three of you shake back and forth as a result of the hot and violent sex.

You stroke your cock faster, bringing yourself ever closer to the edge. Wonho is about to go over his. Hyungwon hugs him tight and jams his hips and ass against Wonho's shaft and body, matching the pace and rhythm and giving Wonho's dick an immense pleasure.

“Ahh, uugh, ahhh, fuuuck!” Wonho bellows.

“Yes, yes, mm, I love you babe, ahhh, fuck my ass,” Hyungwon whimpers repeatedly.

Then comes the release. Wonho suddenly jerks forward, hard and deep. The rapid slamming of the bed against the wall immediately stops, and an intense orgasm shoots through his body which causes him to tense up and freeze.

"Uughn, fuuck!" he groans loudly.

“Pull out!” Hyungwon abruptly demands the moment he realizes what is happening.

For a split second you're confused as to why Hyungwon would requests that. But then you're glad that he did. Wonho quickly sits up straight, pulls his dick out of the ass, grabs it by the shaft, thrust his hip forward, and spurts a load onto his boyfriend's stomach.

“Uhhhm, aaahhh!” you suddenly cry, alerting the others to your own peak. You roll closer to their bodies and they turn their heads to look. Your cum shoots onto Wonho's thick thigh and the side of Hyungwon's narrow waist.

Wonho smiles at you when your eyes meet. He's breathing heavily and deeply, heaving for air as his spent body works hard to recover from exhaustion.

Only Hyungwon remains. And Wonho is a caring boyfriend. The moment he's sure that your release is over, he scoots backwards between his boyfriend's legs and bends down. He folds in half on his knees, and takes Hyungwon's long dick and shaft inside his mouth.

He sucks hard and skillfully while bobbing his head up and down. You look on as he wraps his lips tightly around the cock, and jerks the root of the soaked organ in circular motions with his hand and fingers.

Hyungwon closes his eyes and throws his head back on the bed. “Ahhh, fuck!” he cries while his boyfriend blows him. “Fu—uuck!”

His ass jolts upward from the bed, the shaft pushed deep into Wonho's throat. Wonho, in turn, lifts his head and plants his lips at the tip of the head.

The cum squirts out and onto his face. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, cum dripping down his cheek and onto his tongue. His fingers become drenched in thick white liquid.

When Hyungwon opens his eyes again he looks down to view the result. He pants heavily then turns to face you. His strained expression turns into a happy one, as the intense sensation of your activity begins to settle.

*****

“Thanks,” you say while putting your shirt back on. You're dressed and ready to leave, recently emptied and happy.

“We should thank you,” Hyungwon says and laughs.

“Yeah,” Wonho concurs and smiles wide. “You were great.”

You smile at the couple as they lay naked and entangled on the bed, Wonho on his back and Hyungwon with his arm and leg wrapped around his boyfriend's broad body.

“Will you be at the bar again?” you ask but quickly regret it. It feels like a desperate question.

“Yes!” Hyungwon exclaims. “Definitely. But you don't need to find us there. You have our number.”

You give them a cheeky smile before you turn to head for the door. Your dick may be spent and balls may be empty, but your heart and mind are full.

He can go fuck himself, you think and recall your date who didn't show up. Little do you know that he's still sitting at the table where he saw you leave together with the Wonho and Hyungwon from Monsta X, star-struck by who you were with and thinking exactly the same thing.

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