#and it’s an easy question (despite my lengthy response lmao)

[lumiereandcogsworth]

you've probably explained this before but how did you decide on may 2nd for belle's birthday? i believe the closest thing there is to an "official" birthday for the animated belle at least is this one book called disneystrology that has a bunch of disney character birthdays and it says may 6th for her, but i honestly doubt that much thought was put into it (after all, it literally has a different character for every single day of the year in it) so i sort of just ignore that book and come up with my own headcanons haha. also, when do you think adam's birthday is?

honestly purely based on vibes lmao. she’s such a sunny gal to me so i knew it had to be in spring/summer. and for whatever reason, may 2nd just sounded right!! i genuinely cannot believe i’m not even that far off from that book LMAO. i’ve never heard of that but that is a fun little thing!

adam’s birthday is august 26th! this was also just based on vibes. it contrasts my other vibe detector, because i don’t think anyone really considers adam to be a “summer” kind of guy, lol. but i don’t know! when i was thinking about what his birthday should be, that’s where my mind landed! i know my synesthesia plays a role in birthday hunting. “august” and “adam” are both mostly the color red, and 26 is red & yellow. and adam is like, red and the d is yellow. this sounds insane maybe but that’s what’s going on in my head!!

i’d say the color thing has chosen Most of my birthdays. like for adam & belle’s children and my other oc’s. but sometimes it’s just… where my mind lands. belle’s father maurice’s birthday is february 8th for literally no reason other than yeah! that’s when his birthday is! i think lore just gets downloaded in my head like an automatic microsoft windows desktop update.

[kaelidascope]

Director's commentary on Something About Moths and a Flame, please!

Oh this outta be fun LOL OKAY

So the overall story of how this fic was even born in the first place stemmed from 2 things. I had an idea to write about a shameless self-indulgence about having an overabundance of experience with cismen with hardly any queer experience. And the little queer experiences Blake did have were not good reference points. Using myself as a default source of plot devices (lmao) I self-inserted the desire to get the fuck out of my current state and wanting to move somewhere north to start over. Bing bang boom, you got a basic background and motive for Blake

I honestly should've expected the fic would be more than just 'bisexual character experiences sex with a seasoned sapphic character' and trying to manifest positive things in my life by writing it out in fic format (who doesn't do that, really. If anyone says they don't they're a liar). Everything I make always turns out to be something way more than it's original concept so what I ended up with here was a story drawing on personal elements and wanting for an outcome that probably wont happen, but it's nice seeing it happen to the bees anyway

Blake's feelings about relationships represent a time in my life where my opinion was exactly hers. After a lengthy discussion with Sawrin over dissecting this fic, I've come to the realization that Yang also represents a time frame of opinions as well. Only Yang's core design comes from a time waaaaay in the past that honestly, I had forgotten existed. It's nice to see it manifest despite being buried, and certainly gives me something to think about when I reread it from time to time.

Readers of MM and Moths can draw lines between Blake questioning why things are so easy when she's with Yang. It's the same principle across the board for most bee fics that Blake's past hasn't been kind to her. It's an alien feeling to suddenly have things be so easy, but difficult to accept they're easy at the same time. I tried to picture how the fuck would I react if I were in this perfect dream scenario and how stupid would it be after the realization hits. Blake and Yang have been dating this whole time and just never accepted it for what it was based on what other people have lead them to believe what a relationship had to be.

The talk they have when Yang's AC is out and they're laying in her bed with the windows open is in reference to a talk I once had that didn't have the outcome I wanted. It carries the same essence of dismay - both parties knowing they want each other but because of the boundaries at play, cannot have what they want. But in this version it's not one sided.

Overall, it was nice getting able to write from a quietly honest place without having to worry about literally every other realistic factor ever. This is about as textbook 'I wrote this for me cus I wanted something that applied to me' as it gets. The ending is my dream scenario. I fucking hate living with partners I can't do it anymore JKNFKGNKJGFN but it's not easy finding someone else who'd agree with me. So the bees get my lost dream of permanent independence. I wrote this thing in 3 days and I was morbidly sick while I was doing it, too. So I'm sure it's littered with grammatical errors and what have you. But my best friend has always been completely head over heels about this work, and it astounds me how much he sings its praise. I'm always genuinely surprised when others find something to relate to in this work as well. I never expected it to be anything more than just a glance. It's not even smut heavy. I didn't think people cared about fics like that LOL (silly, I know) but I am glad I put it out there and it got the response it did.

[phantasyreign]

Asking a Theme Creator a Question

Sometimes, we are afraid of asking questions off anon to the theme creators because we might end up ticking them off or ended up getting ignored. In this post, I will guide you on how to ask questions to theme creators! This may or may not be useful to you tho (lmao). The inspiration for me writing this article came from lostmemento themes!'s post regarding the same matter. Click the source button below to see their post!

Preliminary Round: Things that you need to do before asking the theme creator your questions

01. Is the theme creator still active?

Firstly, you need to identify whether the theme creator is still active, semi-hiatus, hiatus, or even quit. Some of the creators expressly stated in their posts/sidebars/header/footer etc what is the current status of the blog. If you see that the blog's status is active, then that's cool! That's a green light for you to ask them questions about your theme problem.

What about those who did not put any sign of their status anywhere in their blog? Logically, you can try checking out their last post - when did they post anything in that blog? If the blog's last post was from a few minutes ago to 3-4 weeks ago, we can conclude that the blog is still active. If their last post is from a month ago up to a year ago, there's a possibility that the creator is currently on hiatus. However, if their last post is from a year ago or more than that, then it is more than likely that they may have quit their hobby/interest in theme making.

This step is really important because if you ask questions to a theme creator whose last post is from 2015, it is more likely than not of you not getting a response at all. So do check it out first!

02. Is there any FAQ section or ask posts available in that blog?

They created a FAQ section for a reason.

They posted the people's ask publicly for a reason.

Everything is meant for you to read beforehand!

Theme creators are humans. We all know that. Let me give you an easy-to-understand example. Let's say that you are doing a presentation about a topic that you love in class. After a lengthy 30 mins presentation, your classmates ended up asking questions that you have already explained during the presentation. You may think, oh, it's okay. It's just one question. What's wrong with answering that?. So, with that idea in mind, you spent another 5 mins answering his question. However, what happened if the whole classmates ask the same question, repetitively, despite all the explanations and the presentation that you gave for 35mins? You will likely feel fed up, unappreciated, waste of time in doing that presentation if this is how it would end up. This is basically what the theme creator feels.

If you're a fan of their creations and appreciate everything that they did in creating new themes, then do take your time in skimming through their ask posts and FAQ sections. They spent a lot of time thinking what are the possible questions that you may ask etc. To ignore it and asking questions that have been answered multiple times in the ask posts and FAQ is plain ignorant and rude in my opinion. Be thankful that they still entertain your question. If not, the question that you ask may end up getting deleted.

So, what I'm trying to say here is that read their FAQ section, skim through their ask post, and understand their policy:

Do they accept customization questions?

Have your questions been answered beforehand in either of the two channels?

If you understand their policy that they do not offer any customization questions, then don't bother to ask them any questions relating to it all. Failure to do so will end up getting your question(s) been ignored.

03. Have you Googled your question beforehand?

Google is always your best friend for a faster response. CSS and HTML are both universal coding languages. Hence, you will definitely find the answer to your problems. All you need are determination, good research skills, and willingness to do it by yourself in finding the solution for your problem. I can assure you that 90% of the time, you'll find the answer :)

In case you if screw up the code, don't panic and go to Themes Recovery.

04. Have you read their customisation guideline beforehand?

Similar to 02, but this caters specifically to those themes which have their own customisation guideline/product guide, etc. Some of the theme creators spent a lot of time writing out the guideline for the said theme. This is to ensure that the users won't be asking any customisation questions that they have foreseen.

While it is true that some of the guides can be too lengthy, you are still required to at least skimmed through the guide before asking any question.

Tips: In case if you're in a hurry and don't have time to read or skim through the guideline, simply click ctrl + F and find the keywords that you need to tweak.

Tips in Asking the Theme Creator Themes-related Questions

Now that you have read and understood their policy, guideline, and asks posts, but still couldn't find the answer to it, here's what you need to do (aside from saying hi and complimenting their works):

01. Tell the Theme maker the name of the theme that you're having a problem with.

Be specific - what's the name of the theme that you're having issues with? Taking from my collection, is it Qinni Han's theme? Little Mo? He Tian?

You may not realize but this is important so that the theme maker can look into it directly instead of checking it one by it.

You can write it as follow:

Hi. I'm currently using Theme 05: Kikyo and I have an issue with it.

02. Mention which blog you're using for the theme in question.

Tell them which blog you're using for the theme in question, this is important so that they can view clearly what's the problem.

So write something like this,

Hi. I'm currently using your theme Kikyo in my main blog (username of the blog) / side blog (username of the blog).

Remember! - Theme makers can answer it precisely if they can see the theme visually rather than imagining it based on your explanation.

03. Be precise and straightforward

After stating the theme's name in question, directly go to the crux of the matter. What's your issue with the said theme? Why are you asking this question? There's no need for you to be too formal or wordy because the theme maker (at least, in my case) would rather entertain questions which has fewer lines than those with a lengthy question.

So, instead of writing out as,

Hi. I'm using Theme 05:Kikyo and currently have an issue with it. I'm still new in coding and I'm not familiar with how things work. So if I may ask this question, can I know how to change font colors for italic and bold? I've googled and searched everywhere on the internet yet there's nothing. So sorry for asking you this silly question but I hope you can answer this question of mine.

Try to write out like this:

Hi. I'm currently using your theme Kikyo for my main blog but I have an issue. How to change the font colours for bold / italics ya? I've checked your past asks, FAQ and Google but there's no answer to it. Help, please?

04. Attach Screenshot(s)

While it is not compulsory, I personally think that it is better for you to also attach a screenshot while circling the problematic area. However, it is only under a fair assumption that you do not edit anything inside the code. If you did tweak something, then read tips 05 below.

05. Share the code

I honestly think that we should normalise sharing the code to the theme creator in the event where you have no idea what you did wrong (due to excessive tweaking). However, do take note that even if you did not do so, the theme creators can always inspect your code. Nevertheless, I think that it won’t hurt to share the link to the code that you’ve amended (ie via Pastebin) as in a way, you are helping them. Instead of inspecting the code, I honestly think it works better if you share the code so that the theme creators can just copy the code and paste it on their side-blog for review purposes.

But then again, if your question is more on the general question (ie customization etc), then I think that there’s no need for you to share the code at all.

Examples where you may need to share the code:

When you try to create your own theme but certain aspects won’t work.

When you followed a tutorial but it makes other parts of the theme to be distorted. 

Suddenly there’s a bug when you slightly edit the theme.

However, do take note that these matters are subjected to the theme creators’ policies. They may or may not help you at all. Another thing that you need to also remember is that you cannot share the link via the ask form. You can only share the link via message. If the theme creator prohibits you from contacting them via message, then respect them and simply discard this tip.

06. Tell them if you prefer a private reply.

Some theme creators often answer all theme-related questions in public instead of answering them privately. This is because more often than not, the same question is being repeatedly asked. However, there are some creators who would answer the questions in private. At the end of the day, it depends on their policy.

In my case, I would answer the questions in private except if the questions may benefit the rest. If you think that you are uncomfortable with said policy, it this not wrong to make an indication that you would like the said question to be answered in private. Thou, at the end of the day, it lies on the creators’ discretion whether to entertain your request or not.

Good Practice After You’ve Received the Answers.

1. Leave a thank you message after you’ve received the answer.

Theme creators are humans - they have their life outside coding and Tumblr. The fact that they still spend some time to entertain your questions albeit they are busy is something that is worth praise. Take a moment to visit their blog and send them a thank you message for the help. It won’t take a lot of time and it will definitely make their day a lot better :)

2. Consider following their blog as a sign of support.

If you like their content and their attitude when answering your questions, you can always follow their blog - you will never go wrong with it. It is not a compulsory thing to do but these little things are what make the creators feel more motivated to create new themes and pages for their users!

[jinjikook]

drabbleeee: 50, 55, 73 Monsta x I.M. smut pleaseeee

these three numbers are wild oh my god

50.“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

55. “It’s just you and I tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

73.“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

word count: 4.7k (this is literally a oneshot gdi)

pairing: reader/changkyun

genre: smut ( + fluff, it’s practically guaranteed with any of my smuts lmao) ; college AU + fuckboy!changkyun

a/n: this outfit on him screams bf material or fuckboi material, i refuse to see it any other way

It was a terrible, terrible mistake. You should’ve known better than to go to a party where Im Changkyun would be present. You were already harboring a dangerously nasty crush on him, mostly due to your unresolved sexual frustration paired up with the fact that he seemed to always flirt with you on the days your resolve was already wafer thin.

But Changkyun flirted with anything with a pulse; you shouldn’t want him. You say you don’t want him. But your friends never believe it when you say it. Who would when you say it day after day after day, as if you were only trying to convince yourself? It was clear you were at a crossroads and frankly none of your friends were helping.

“Just fuck him already and get it over with. It’s just a one time fling.” Said Hani.

“He’s bad news. But he’s hot so…” Said Siyeon.

“Changkyun? He’s amazing in bed. Not that I’d know or anything,” Said Irene.

After a million and one different responses from both your male and female friends regarding the fuck boy in question, you had had enough. You just weren’t going to act on your feelings. Simple as that.

But that was easier said than done.

Especially when you end up drunk at a party with the very same object of your fantasies. 

You awoke to the sound of someone clearing their throat before a low gravelly rumble by your body nearly vibrated you to consciousness.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

You jolted awake at the sound, ducking back against the cream colored bed sheets when you realized that you were indeed, completely naked. And in bed with a stranger. 

Turning your head, you’re met with the half-asleep face of none other than Changkyun. Eyes widening in surprise, you scramble out of the bed in shock, causing you to fall off the side, dragging the bed sheets with you. Tangled in the cotton covers, you finally manage to free your head from the fabric prison to find Changkyun with his head dangling off the side of the bed, eyeing you warily. 

“Uhh, are you okay? Most women don’t respond like this when they wake up next to me.” 

“You… and I weren’t supposed to–we didn’t… did we?” You asked, more to yourself than to Changkyun who was now laughing at you. It was like your embarrassment was for his amusement.

“What, never had a one night stand before sweetheart?” Changkyun chuckled, the nickname causing memories to slowly click back into place of last night’s events.

Last Night

There was pounding music, a mindless beat droning on loudly in the background of the two story house. The bass vibrated through the floorboards and traveled through your legs, thrumming in your veins and syncing with the steady beat of your heart.

It was the week after finals and you desperately needed to unwind after studying nonstop at the campus library nearly everyday followed by lengthy exams that stressed you beyond belief. You wanted to just relax, maybe drink a bit with your girlfriends. But they had other plans, a big party that Changkyun and his friends were throwing at their shared house. It was supposed to be a wicked rager, the best of the year. 

The girls threw a fit when you said you weren’t going, despite the fact that Changkyun had clearly invited you if the way he flirted with you meant anything.

“Guys, I’m not going, it’s final! I just need a good night to relax and–”

‘No what you need is to get laid, and Changkyun can do that for you. We’re just looking out for you Y/N, you worked hard all week. You deserve to get a good dicking down.”

You shouted at Irene and tossed a pillow in her direction, adamantly making it clear that you were not going. 

They forced you to go.

Irene chose a sinfully tight pair of jeans to go along with a flowy baby blue tank top while Hani did your makeup tastefully to accentuate your eyes in a way that clicked well with your outfit. 

Siyeon drove the three of you to pick up her boyfriend, Jaehyun, and then you were on your way. 

It brings you back to here, in the middle of the kitchen where the party was the calmest; if it could even constitute as that much. There were still people doing body shots to the side and plenty of couples making out against countertops and cupboards.

You swore you were gonna see the girl to the left of you choke on the pink haired guy’s tongue, he was so deep in her mouth. Taking a long drink from the solo cup you had in hand, you sighed deeply as you tried to ignore everyone in hopes to soothe your tense nerves for just a moment.

That moment was ruined with a hand brushing your arm, your first instinct was to pull away thinking that it was one of the couples making out by you. But when you opened your eyes, you saw that it was Changkyun himself, wearing an outfit that made you want to drop to your knees right there.

Clearing your throat and moving away from the counter you were leaning on, you stumbled on your feet and realized that you had drunk more than you anticipated. Once your friends found hookups of their own or left to peruse the dance floor, you had simply stayed in the kitchen and drank your stresses away. Unfortunately that meant drinking a lot.

Changkyun caught you in his arms, your faces mere inches away from each other as your noses brushed against each other. You stared into his eyes behind his round-rimmed glasses, the specs alone being sort of dorky but paired with the snapback on his head and the handsome face of Im Changkyun, it just looked sexy and cute. Endearing, even.

“You okay, sweetheart? Looks like you drank a little more than that pretty body can handle, huh?” Changkyun drawled, his breath smelling like mint and tangy fruits. You’re sure he drank a good amount himself, probably had some of the spiked punch that was in the colored bowl on the kitchen island.

“Need somewhere to rest your head? C’mon,” He placed his hand on the small of your back as he led you away from the commotion of the party and slowly up the stairs, careful of your lack of coordination. You knew this was just a plot, a easy trick to get you into bed for the night.

But frankly, you couldn’t bring yourself to care,  the music was now irritatingly loud and you were tired of standing in the kitchen. At least this way you’d distance yourself from the noise and get off your feet for a bit. If only you could distance yourself from the star of your wet dreams, that’d be ideal.

Once in what you assumed was his bedroom, he let you seat yourself in his bed. It was soft and covered in creams and wine reds, a surprising color choice for someone who you would’ve thought would go with ratty, cheap plaids and patterns. Taking in your surroundings, you caught sight of his expensive looking computer set up. There were large, black headphones that you knew were name brand noise-cancelling ones, a microphone set up at the side, and a small keyboard in front of his computer one. The instrument is what made you remember that Changkyun was a music major, for production if you remembered correctly. 

He noticed you were eyeing his desk and smiled. “Like it? It’s not exactly how I pictured it but it’s a start. Not every big shot producer starts out as a star, but I’ll get there one day.” He proudly spoke of his passions in the art, making you realize that there’s more to him than hot air and dick jokes.

He looked down at his phone, something catching his attention in the moment.

“Shit! I’m missing out on truth or dare! Hoseok just sent me a snapchat of Kihyun stripping to Beyonce, I gotta go Y/N. Do you mind just chilling here?” He asked, already at the door but double checking on you. 

You gave him a drunken thumbs up and smile to which he chuckled at, shaking his head and telling you to take it easy.

The calm atmosphere made you drowsy fast, and soon you were drowning out the muffled screams of the people on the floor below you, most likely still in heated truth or dare matches. 

You nodded off, but only for about 20 minutes or so. Then you awoke with a start, still half-asleep. Your sleep muddled mind didn’t realize where you were or what time it was, all you could think about was just how hot it was. Whenever it got hot in your room at the sorority, you’d just strip yourself of your clothes and sleep naked. Not like anyone could stop you, it was comfortable, clothes be damned.

Mind still addled with drowsiness, you stumbled in the dark as you took off each individual piece of clothing, your tight jeans causing you to stumble and stutter as you struggled to peel them off your legs. Finally succeeding, you silently congratulate yourself and reward yourself by slipping back under the covers. 

Wow, my bed is soft as fuck tonight. Must be the bed sheets or something, I just washed them. But wow this detergent smells different; good different. I like it. You thought as you snuggled into the ridiculously plush pillow that smelled so deliciously robust. 

Now

You finally caught up with last night’s events, shouting out in glee that you indeed didn’t sleep with Changkyun last night. You were relieved, not knowing how you’d be able to handle having drunk sex with him.

“I mean, I remember leaving you here to sleep off what you drank but, if I had known you were waiting for me naked, I would’ve never left for some shitty truth or dare. All I got was Jooheon’s ass cheeks being shown to the world and some nasty ketchup and rum shots.”

“I was most certainly not waiting for you naked!” You immediately shouted, the loud volume making you cringe and rub at your temples, hangover imminent from last night’s bad choices.

“Oh? So do you just get naked in every guy’s bed just for convenience?” He asked, eyebrow shooting up accusingly. 

“No! It’s hard to explain…” You chewed your lip and adjusted so you could sit upright but still cover your body with the sheets you brought down with you. “I was asleep, and I guess I thought I was home and when it’s hot I just… sleep in the nude.”

Changkyun laughed–outright laughed–at that, making you scowl at him.

“Oh baby that’s so cute, don’t worry, I feel you. Though I’d rather feel you, but I get what you’re saying. I do the same. Which is why I’m only in my underwear.” Changkyun gestured to his nude chest; you hadn’t noticed his lack of attire since you were so concerned over your own.

Trying to keep your curious eyes from peeking at his body, you shuffled in place on the floor, not knowing where to go from here.

“Oh come on, you know you want it sweetheart.” He sweet talked, his voice a gravelly reminder of the fact that it was still probably morning.

You scoffed at his comment, trying to shake your head as confidently as you could.

(It was more in order to convince yourself but he didn’t need to know that.)

“I most certainly do not.” 

He breathily laughed and gave you a once over before slyly responding, “Is that so? Then why are you flashing me right now?”

You snapped your head down to find that the covers had slipped off your shoulder and exposed your left breast to him, leaving nothing to the imagination. You yelped and hurried to cover yourself up once more, hoping you had decently covered the remaining parts of your body, desperately salvaging whatever sanity and dignity you could still muster up. 

Your face felt hot but you couldn’t help but get aroused at the idea of spending time in bed with Changkyun. You blamed your inconsistent feelings about him, your inability to see his flaws yet the innate acute sharpness you had laser focused on him that unfortunately magnetized his charms which in turn only made you infatuation for him swell up even further.

“You’re actually thinking about it!” Changkyun exclaimed, making you jerk out of your thoughts. You shook your head violently and tried to mimic the motion with your palms but it wasn’t visible due to your hands being under the sheets. 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to convince Changkyun, if the smirk he had plastered on his face was anything to go by. 

“It’s just you and I tonight, baby. I was thinking we could have a little fun.” Changkyun boldly reached a hand out, a silent request that if you accepted it, it’d also mean you accept his proposition. 

Torn as can be, you tried to think negative thoughts, about the attention he was trying to get himself from yet another partner. But all your mind could conjure up was how fucking boyfriend he looked and how your friends were practically begging you to get laid already, better if it was with him so your damn feelings could get sorted out already.

Internally cursing at both your mind and your body, you decided it was time to stop holding back from what you wanted. Throwing the sheets off you (read: having a fight with the damn thing because it got tangled in between your limbs and the struggle of figuring out where to step and duck in order to escape the fabric prison ended up taking two sets of hands), you finally bare all in front of your kind-of-sorta-crush.

He was standing in front of you, hands still on your shoulders from helping you before. Not even trying to conceal that he was checking you out from head to toe, all you heard was a whispered rasp, “Perfect,” before you were suddenly being tugged into a passionate kiss with Changkyun.

As passionate as it could be for the first few seconds where surprise made you seal your lips shut before your mind caught up with the situation and you finally loosened up, feeling the tension leave your body, making it sag contentedly against Changkyun’s own firm one. 

He hummed into your mouth, as he brought his tongue into the mix as you felt his hands slip down from your shoulders. One stayed locked on the small of your back, soft pads caressing along the knobs at the base of your spine where your tailbone began. The other was more insistent, cupping an ass cheek and forcing you to squeak and inch closer as he tightened his grip. 

“Where do you want it?” He murmured against your lips once more, the deep baritone rumbling past, making you feel it deep in your stomach until it vibrated out into your bones. An involuntary shiver wracked your body as you considered his query; you surveyed your surroundings once he gave you room to breathe. 

He dove down to suckle lightly against your neck, coming up once or twice to nibble at your earlobe as you pondered. 

There was his desk, which was too neatly organized to the point that your mind wanted you to wreck and ruin it all into a disarray. Then there was his bed, which still looked plush and cozy; a perfect rendition of your dream of soft and loving morning sex - which usually featured Changkyun anyways, much to your chagrin.

But he also had a very tempting open space between his door and a set of bookshelves, perfect for Changkyun to fuck you up against; preferably from behind. 

Decisions, decisions… You thought, as Changkyun found the hollow of your throat and sucked hard, making you jerk and moan without having a chance to suppress them.

He looked up at you, smiling at your reaction while you had your hand covering your mouth in embarrassment.

“That’s okay baby, I wanna hear you. Especially when you say my name from those pretty lips of yours.” He trailed with a wink, that should’ve been classified as cheesy to the point of making you lactose intolerant but instead it made you whimper past the seam of your lips.

“Don’t hold back. Please,” Changkyun whispered, the sound barely registering in your ears because of how low and lulling it was. It made you want to lie your head down and just wallow in it; drown the day away in the heavy cream that swallowed you in.

“Bed.” Was all you could whisper back, your voice betraying your ability to speak. Changkyun didn’t comment on it, simply pushing you towards the mattress, careful not to hurt you as he gingerly set you down. He gestured for you to make yourself comfortable up by the headboard, where the plush pillows lay, seemingly untouched despite the fact that the two of you slept here. 

He still stood at the foot of the bed, half lidded eyes grazing along every curve and dip in your body as you situated yourself.  You swore you had heard him whisper something along the lines of “anything for you, princess” but you shook the thought out when his lips met your ankle. 

His eyes didn’t leave yours unless it was to blink, slowly and gracefully like he was underwater. His lips trailed up in wet pecks all up your legs, slowly working his way up in-between. Every peck felt like it was searing your skin; you were sure if you looked down you’d see dark scorch marks in the shape of his lips all along your inner thighs.

He stopped to bite lasciviously at the meat of your thigh, just short of your dripping desire. Back arching in a tight bow, you couldn’t help as your body reacted to his short proximity to where you needed him most. 

Not only were all your feelings about Changkyun resurfacing in a million spine-tingling ways, but you also had you incessant sexual frustration knocking at your bones. It only made you even more hypersensitive to his touches; every one of his ministrations making your heart stutter inside your rib cage. 

“Changkyun… please, I don’t think I’ll last long if you keep this up.” You basically whimpered, unable to meet his piercing gaze that you literally felt boring into your skull. You knew he was probably smirking again, cocky that he’d reduced to such a mindless puddle of need and want.

But all you received was a hurried okay against your lips as he kissed you once more before he reached for the pristine white nightstand that was snug against his bed frame, opening the drawer and pulling out a foil packet. 

Changkyun continued to kiss you longingly as his fingers dipped down to your core, teasingly testing the waters a few times before you practically whined against him and squirmed, making him finally breach you with a single digit.

The intrusion was welcomed, though it wasn’t enough.

You cried your thoughts to him, hoping he’d take care of you soon. Changkyun caught on quickly and inserted another finger, appreciating how eager you were but also mindful of prepping you properly.

Once he had fingered you to a sufficient pace that had you grinding down on his hand for more, he deemed it was enough and removed his hand. The emptiness that followed made you burn a little at the edges but it wasn’t long before Changkyun was tossing his underwear into a dark corner of the room, leaving you to sit up on your forearms to watch as Changkyun pumped himself to full hardness as he other hand caressed your thigh.

He licked his lips and finally tore open the condom packet, slipping it on a little more precariously than you thought he would. He was most likely already fairly riled up as well, especially since most guys wake up with morning wood and probably not that great of a stamina record.

He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, the blunt tip making you drop back and lay amongst the pillows. He hovered over you, heavy breath panting against you as he had his eyes tightly shut.

You wanted to ease the tension, to soothe the furrows that were in between in his brows and kiss the creases away. So you gently let your hands hold his face, a shuddering breath leaving his lips as he finally entered you.

 The stretch was hot, delicious even; but your focus was on Changkyun.

He was clearly holding back, why you weren’t exactly sure. But you wanted him to enjoy this, just as much as you had anticipated it.

“C-Changkyun… please,” You weren’t sure what you were begging for but your choice of words were clearly enough to get across to him; as he let his head drop down by your neck and he finally bottomed out. 

A few breaths were shared between the two of you; hot, heavy and laced with dripping desire. Heady puffs of air later, you shuddered as Changkyun pulled back slightly, allowing his length to stretch you out even further as he went back from where he entered. 

Not realizing that he was already almost completely out, his length slipped from inside you and on his following thrust, he instead grinded it against your slick folds. The sensation, while pleasurable, was unexpected.

You giggled at the fact that his trajectory wasn’t very sharp and Changkyun joined you, soft chuckles against the skin of your neck.

“Sorry baby,’ His deep and sex-rasped voice drawled, “got a little distracted.” He murmured as he re-entered you, the feeling mirroring when he had first time. It was nothing short of spectacular, colors blooming in succession with every inch he pushed deeper in you.

This time, Changkyun kept his hand around the base of his cock, sure to keep inside as he started a rhythm. It was hard, making you slip up his bed a little more with each thrust until the top of your scalp was grazing the wooden headboard.

“As nice as this is, fuck, can I please maintain being un-concussed?” You gasped as he continued to fuck into you with earnest. He realized how your position was leaving you victim to being beaten against the frame of his bed and he laughed. 

Despite the obvious tension and undying need to fuck like two rabbits, the air in the room was nothing but carefree, weightless as you two still managed to laugh and speak freely while in the throes of passion.

Deciding to spare your head and its overall safety, he gingerly picked you up from under your back, the touch electrifying and making you arch up more into a bow as his grip secured right on the backs of your pelvic bone. As he lifted you, he leaned back slowly until you were situation all the way down on him, your ass square on the tops of his thighs. 

The sudden deepness of him inside you knocked your breath out, forcing you to steel yourself for a few more moments. Changkyun seemed to understand as he peppered dry kisses along your collarbones and shoulders, finding a few places to sink his teeth into to gnaw softly at the skin there. Finally, when you seemed to catch your breath just enough to prepare for him, you lifted up and ground your hips back down.

The motion caught Changkyun by surprise, his audible gasp ghosting over where he had just bit you. He groaned low from his throat as you continued to slowly fuck yourself on his length, using your hands as an anchor against his chest. His breaths come out in shudders; static and choppy while his own hands find purchase on your hips, grip making his knuckles turn white and more than likely going to leave bruises marring the pretty skin there.

“Baby… I need more, I want to come soon.” He nearly whimpered as he threw his head back at a particular rough drop of your body against his, the resonating slap of skin against skin ringing loudly in the otherwise silent bedroom, save for the analog clock that was fixed on the wall.

You nodded, silently trying to acknowledge what he was asking of you but your body wouldn’t agree with what you were trying to do. Your legs felt sore and you were too fucked out to properly ride him how he wanted.

Luckily, Changkyun was able to figure out that you need a little help so he took matters in his own hands. Or hips, that is. He braced his feet on the mattress and began to buck up into you, fucking you with more fervor than you could ride him. The hard thrusts made you see stars, his cock hitting you deeper with each uptick of his hips. It made you jump and jerk in his grip, his fingers faltering against your body as the sweat built up from both his hands and your hips as the exertion began to show along the expanse of your skin. 

You could tell he was close by how sloppy his thrust were becoming, the tight coil inside him unraveling quickly as you clenched your walls around him. He kissed you breathless, mouth hovering between kisses to pant against your lips. You squeaked and whimpered and moaned as he found a sweet spot deep inside you, your orgasm on the brink as well.

It was sudden, a sharp spark that made your throat dry and raw simultaneously while your insides grew hot, tight and soaked.

The sudden rush of tingling nerves in your core made a vice-grip around Changkyun’s cock, forcing him to shorten his thrusts as he pounded into you harder than before, no doubt chasing his own high.

He bit down on the juncture of your shoulder, the act making you grow even tighter around him, the feeling making sensations of sweets and sours crawl all along Changkyun’s bones. He finally reached his orgasm as he buried himself all the way to the hilt, filling the condom with his release as one of his hands flew to your shoulder to force you down even further on him, if that was even possible. His hand held you in place, as far as you could go down on him as he managed to roll his hips up, making the head of his cock brush against the very precipice of your sanity. 

He rode out his climax slowly, feeling like he had all day to come deep inside you. The motions were blurred, slowly blending together as he managed to pull out, kiss you stupid and lay you down against his still too-plush bed within what felt like hours but were most likely seconds apart.

You swore he was speaking but all you felt was the dragging hands of sleep on your eyelids, drowsiness coming back twice as hard as it did last night. It was something that came easy to you, sleeping that is.

Changkyun chuckled and murmured sweet nothings against your sweaty neck while you drifted off, his voice becoming like a droning lullaby meant to placate even the most active of minds. 

You awoke to a note, medicine and a glass of water; Changkyun nowhere to be seen.

The note read:

‘Baby girl, I had to go to class but I should be back by 4:30,’

The time stamp made you look up to the clock that sounded far too loud to be comfortable, realizing you had already slept half the morning away and missed your early Economics class. 

‘Feel free to have anything out of the fridge, just make sure to drink the medicine first to help with the hangover if it’s still bothering you. Be ready, I plan on another round when I get home. ;)’

You giggled at his scrawl, the adorably cheesy winky face at the end making your heart hang at the edges of your lungs. You practically heard his voice reading the note out to you, and suddenly your heart was racing like a middle schooler on their first date. Feeling the warmth spread through your bones and down to your toes, a small amount pooled in the middle at the visuals you began to brew up for when Changkyun returned. 

Maybe you would get to ruin that neat little desk of his after all.

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