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Stargazing
🕷️ kinktober — day 8: choking 🕸️
pairing: changkyun (monsta x) + reader (afab/fem)
genre: non-idol!au, smut
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, kyun sucks his own fingers, choking, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, creampie, pet names: ‘babe’, ‘baby’, ‘naughty girl’ (all for reader), kyun slaps reader’s ass once
word count: ~1.8k
synopsis: you and your boyfriend discover a kink of yours 🤭
a/n: me while writing this > 🫨🫨🫨
posted: october 8, 2023
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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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Riding your thigh (m)
Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader
WARNINGS—nsfw ✧ thigh-riding ✧ praising ✧ degrading ✧ dirty talk ✧ mentions of spanking, breath play & oral sex ✧ BDSM ✧ pet names (mommy, babyboy, puppy, princess)
NOW PLAYING—vampire ✧ Olivia Rodrigo
[A/N.] This is unedited and I wrote this a long time ago but I want to prioritize my time and energy on writing new fics instead like
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이호석 / wonho
Wonho's cheeks would puff up, as well as redden at your words. He likes it when you introduce new positions, and in return always acts all innocent with a flustered reaction as if he never knew those types of positions existed — but it's just an act. His cutie-like self would not question you at all; he'd smile and get on your lap without a word. To add more effect to his angel acting he'd maybe ask you about directions.
But once he got to action he no longer seemed like an innocent angel who didn't know what thigh-riding was. His hips would be grinding very seducingly — as if it were an erotic dance he'd practice for months — and his hands would be on your shoulders so there would be space between you so you could see him. He'd love to get praised. Praises would be motivating. This boy would love it so much he'd continue riding you even after cumming if you allowed him to. His stamina comes in handy.
"Should I take my clothes off or keep them on, Mami?"
After your answer he got on your thigh and sat down, ready for fun time.
"Am I doing this right, Mami?" he asked innocently, fully knowing he was a pro, because he wanted praise.
He will not admit that he's a dirty boy. No way. He'll still act like he's too pure to know what thigh-riding is, but every time he gets back on your lap he proves your theory of him being a freak to be true. Despite craving to ride your thigh again, he'll wait for you to tell him to do it instead of asking you. If you want to mess with him you can refrain from ever bringing it up. If you rile him up enough his innocent bubble might burst and he'll beg to get on your though again. Innocent angel? Pfft.
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 손현우 / shownu
Hyunwoo's a softie, but he likes it rough. He knows that if he ever were to ride your thighs he wouldn't be able to go any different. Thus he'd be worried of actually getting off too hard on your thighs :C He'd be blushy and try to slow down, even if it wasn't enjoyable for him. You'd have to encourage him and grab his hips and physically make him ride your thigh harder and faster. After a while of seeing that you're completely fine, he'd get more comfortable and let loose of the tension he was previously feeling. The effort he'd put into it would be shocking since he's so shy and 'innocent'.
"B-But, Mama," he stuttered as his cheeks reddened.
"But what, Babybear?"
"I-I don't wanna hurt you," he looked down insecurely.
"You've been such a good boy this week, you deserve to get off on my thigh. Now listen to Mama and ride, okay?"
"Ye-Yes, Mama."
In the future, he would get flustered even at the mere mention of the first time he had ridden your thigh. And because of the embarrassment, he won't have the courage to ask you to do it again. If you asked him to do it again, however, he'd gladly do it (still blushing as if it were his first time, of course). He'd say he'd do it 'because he's a good boy', but the truth is that he had wanted to do it again ever since the first time.
Progressively, he'd feel more easy-going about it, and would muster up the courage to ask you if he could do it again. He'd be stuttering during the little speech that he had prepared beforehand and his face'd become red if you allow him to. Thigh-riding will only be occasional because it's his guilty pleasure and he feels abashed about asking you — but he'll give his all any time he does it. Take the first step for his sake.
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이민혁 / minhyuk
Minhyuk is the human version of a puppy. He would get on your lap and hump you like there was no tomorrow. Boy has no shame and is always up for the dirty.
"Get on my lap."
"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.
Baam! In a second he was sitting comfortably on your lap like you ordered.
"Now ride it, Puppy."
He grinned.
"Okay, Mommyyy~"
Not caring enough to take time to dedress when he's horny, he'd be the one to do it fully clothed. You would maybe need to slow him down, because his great excitement would make him go crazy on your thigh. Guide him through it.
If he doesn't listen to you, give him a spank and he'll be sure to listen. After a while into it, he'd take off his shirt or drag down his collar so you could give him some hickeys. Your attention and affection is important to him. Your hands guiding and caressing his body, your lips and teeth nibbling on his purple skin would be the only way to get him to cum.
"This is so much fun, Mommy," he moaned and arched his back at the sensation.
He threw his head further back to give you more access to his neck. Panting, he managed to say what he wanted the most during that moment: "M-Mark me, Mommy. Please, please, please—"
He will act like such an adorable and good boy for you if it means that he can ride your thigh in the end. From calling you Mommy in sweet scenarios to giving you head without wanting anything in return — he'll do everything to prove that he deserves it. He'll love to do it randomly too. Imagine watching a movie with him on your lap and he suddenly starts grinding slowly on you and whimpers out pleads.
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유기현 / kihyun
Kihyun's eyes would pop out. He'd be shocked people even do that, because he's a pure, holy child of God. It wouldn't take long until the stupefaction would turn into shyness. He'd be so flustered and ask you if he heard you right just to make sure his brain hadn't messed with him. Oh boy would he become even redder after you confirmed he'd heard you right. You'd have to lead him through the whole process or else he'd just sloppily ride you with insecure thoughts hunting him. In a very foreign situation like this one he'd need you to tell him what he should do and what he shouldn't do.
He'd be very obedient and would flush at any compliment you gave him, but on the inside he'd feel very sexy and confident in himself at the praising. By the end of it he'd be back to being pure and holy and would deny that it was indeed very pleasant to ride your thigh. But when you two'd go to sleep that night he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of it as he reluctantly smiled.
"You want me to w-wHat?"
"Ride my thigh."
"A-Are you for sure?"
"Yes. Now."
"I— Uhm— Okay—"
Sheepishly he followed through your command.
"Good boy."
"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."
He will never admit that it feels good. The only time he ever could go against himself and actually admit he was into it will be when he's very, very, very needy for your thigh — which is very rare. But you could also find out that he's into it if you find him watching thigh-riding porn, which by the way would result in him not being able to look you in the eyes for at least a week. It'll be better for you both if he himself tells you that he likes it. And if he does decide to tell you one day, he'll expect you guys to start doing it often.
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채형원 / hyungwon
Hyungwon would get on your lap and look you in the eyes confidently. He's often sassy and shit, but in the bedroom his missions are to impress you and satisfy you — he'd still be a power bottom, but he'd be a nice, not-too-bratty one. You'd have to grab his butt with one hand and choke him with the other, or else he'd physically bring your hands to where they should be. If you called him something other than Princess he'd tell you off. He's the definition of thigh-riding Princess. Since he wants to be a good Princess he'd need you to tell him he is one.
If you didn't praise him enough he'd think he didn't do good. But he wouldn't become sad about it, instead he'd ask you for guidance. By the end of the session he'd be tired and want the Princess treatment — cuddle him and let him sleep on top of you.
"Wanna take a ride?" you asked and patted your thigh.
"Of course, Mommy."
He made his way to you and plumped down on you, putting his ass out in an arch.
"This—" he looks down at your lap and up into your eyes, "—This is my throne."
He will start sitting on your lap more often. Both because he wants some lovey-dovey time and because he wants come touchy-touchy time. If it's the latter he wants, he'll move a little against you to send you signals of what mood he is in, even if it makes him a bad Princess. Another occasion he'd sit on your lap would be when he's jealous and wants to show that he obviously is your Princess. Back to the thigh-riding, he'll make it your routine to do it at least once a week, because it's his favorite form of masturbation.
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이주헌 / joohoney
Jooheon would love the idea as soon as it went past your lips. He's always up for anything Mommy wants. But he'd feel like he needed to put on a show for you and would thereof feel pressured to be good enough for you. Confidentally, he'd get on your thigh, but when it came to actually riding you thigh he wouldn't be as confident since it's his first time doing it on you.
He'd try his best and be as cute for you as possible, moaning out your name, telling you how much he appreciates you, pecking your neck as he hides in it — everything to prove to you that he loves you. If you say something filthy in return he'd keep his head on your shoulder and wouldn't look at you for a while out of embarrassment. If you praised him cutely, however, he'd get giggly and encouraged to continue showing how much of a good boy he is for you. He'd be so exhausted after he cummed, because of how much work he put into it. You better give him nice aftercare.
"Your thigh is so nice, Mommy," he whimpered out.
"You're doing so good, Honey. Only you can look this pretty riding my thigh."
With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.
At first he'll only do it if you encourage him to, because then he knows you like it too. Eventually after you've requested to do it a couple more times, he'll become confident and start surprising you every now and then. It'll both be sexy and cutie time. He'll be able to make thigh-riding cute with his small whines at your praises and with his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead. If you don't cuddle afterwards he'll become pouty and cross his arms until you hug and kiss him.
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임창견 / i.m
Changkyun would be like 'finally she asked me'. Like this is something he's wanted to do for so long. No matter how cute he is, he is not innocent at all. Just the thought of rubbing himself against your thigh, whilst looking into your eyes, and moaning for you turns him on. He'd be a little bratty at first, because you didn't want to do it earlier on in the relationship.
Out of all the boys he'd be the one most likely to ask you if you two could do it. Anyway, he'd be a soft boy and would want affection such as kissing, touching, or just praising words, from you at all times. He'd also love it if you helped him by keeping your hands on his hips or if you grinded your thigh up against him. After cumming he'd stop being whiny and would instead be fully satisfied.
"Took you long enough, Mommy."
"What do you mean?"
"I basically live on your lap. I want to be on your lap all the time, Mommy. Whether it's for cuddling or humping," he whined and pouted dramatically with crossed arms.
"Come here, my Babyboy," you said and opened your arms for him.
He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.
"Show me what you want to do on my thigh," you whispered and pecked his pout.
His pout turned into a dimpled smile.
"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.
Oh how he was going to enjoy every single moment of it.
He'll ask you to do it again for sure. He's very submissive and baby-like and isn't ashamed of himself or his sexual preferences. If you denied him he'd be all pouty and whiny, and would complain along the lines of 'But I've been a good boy~' and 'Why not, Mommy? I thought you loved me.' Let him ride you for fuck's sake. He's a good boy and he deserves it. He also deserves the best cuddle sessions afterwards.
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❝ And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news
You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too
(...)
Went for me, and not her
'Cause girls your age know better ❞
—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023
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IM CHANGKYUN is the type…
18+
- Changkyun is the type of boyfriend who’s sucking your boobs during sex
- always horny
- always wants sex
- he wanna fuck you at all position
- your body really turns him on, whatever type it is, he loves it
- veiny neck, hand and cock
his dick is so pretty… yes he has a beautiful dick, perfect
his hand is also so pretty, he loves fingering you with his long, veiny fingers
- beautiful big nose
you can ride his nose… he will fuck you with it
- he has a long tongue
this man has a really good tongue and he will put it in your pussy while he lick it
- hard titts man
- his arms are so strong…
- daddy kink
- breeding kink
he always wanna cum in your pussy
he loves to see his cum out of your pussy…
- he gets you pregnant
he will put his baby in your uterus and wanna see it growing in you
- he will makes a really expanded hole between your legs…
- sometimes lazy so you have to fuck yourself on his dick meanwhile he is looking at you
- he always admires you
- he is a touch man
he always touches your body, he wanna find your hole between your legs and reaches into it…
your pussy is his pussy babe
- you will sleep in his arms, he always wanna take care of you… you’re his everything
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What your camera roll would look like dating Changkyun
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About Time
Pairing: Changkyun x Reader
Genre: Angst, Smut
Rating: M
Summary: You broke the number rule of fuck buddies and ghosted him. You think you don’t have to answer for that?
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: mentions of drinking, fingering, public unprotected vaginal sex, hair pulling, biting, creampie
Arrow: Gold > Friends (with benefits!) to Lovers AU
Thanks to everyone in @kvanity-main who patiently put up with my 99 questions and requests. Extra thanks to @jinsquishes for the beautiful banner. I recommend nvrmnd, Die for You, God Damn, and Horizon for this. Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies!
One would assume a dark, crowded club would be the best place to avoid someone you’re ghosting. How could you ever hope to find anyone through all the bodies and smoke? Now add the fact that the person you’re avoiding hates places like this, and it should be perfect. Right?
Wrong.
Because across the fucking room with a red solo cup in one hand and a vape in the other was none other than the last person you planned to see tonight. You fully expected to see the Easter Bunny before Changkyun’s molten stare. A sharp elbow to your side yanked you out of the mental sinkhole you fell into the second your eyes met his.
“What the fuck are you staring at—” Vita followed your line of sight and gasped dramatically. “Ain’t no way. I thought he hated clubs. What the fuck is he doing here?”
You sputtered something that could’ve been a response in baby talk, mind thoroughly fucked as you scrambled to get your shit together. Quickly tossing back the rest of your drink, you looked around, frantically searching for the nearest exit. You’d even jump out of a third-story window at this moment.
“I’ve gotta get the fuck out of here.” You threw your cup away. “I can’t be here.”
“Wait, what?” She pulled on your arm. “No! Don’t leave me! You swore you’d hang out with me tonight.”
“Well, that was before Korean John Wick popped up looking like he’s gonna take me out with a pencil.” You looked at her, eyes pleading for understanding. “What if he comes over? He’s gonna ask why I’m not answering his calls and texts. What the fuck am I gonna say to him?”
Her grip tightened. “Be honest with him! Just flat out say you caught feelings and the situation doesn’t vibe for you anymore. I’m pretty sure he’d appreciate you being upfront with him instead of pulling this hide-and-go-seek shit.”
“Oh, fuck you, smart ass. You dodged Taehyung for weeks before you nutted up and told him the truth.”
Shock flashed in her eyes before she let go. “Wow. Digging deep in the past, ain’t you? At least I fucking told him.”
“Right.” You looked back at Changkyun. The cup and vape were gone, but his eyes were still on you as he watched with curiosity. “So I have at least another week or two before you can talk shit. God, he looks like he’s gonna come over. If he does…”
“Jesus, _____, just spit the words out and be done with it.” She crossed her arms. “It’s better than dragging this out any longer. Trust me. What’s he gonna do? Dump you? You’re not dating. At the most, he’ll agree it won’t work and walk away. He isn’t the type to make a scene.”
As if to piss on her logic, Changkyun pushed away from the wall and headed in your direction, snaking through people without taking his eyes off you. Pure fear made your heart stutter as you grabbed her shoulders.
“Yeah, right. Tell him that, will you? I’m getting the fuck out of here.” You darted to the side. Stupid fucking heels and stupid fucking drinks made it hard to coordinate your limbs in a way that put as much space between you and the quiet storm behind you as fast as you could. Sure, it was a cowardly thing to do, but you weren’t in any shape to have a decent conversation with him. An honest one. One that formally put an end to the nights that bled into mornings where he’d cuddle you as the sun rose. To the moments you cherished while confusing you.
Not yet. You needed more time. Just a little more time.
Your eyes stung as you pushed your way through to the nearest glowing green ceiling sign. You just wanted out, away. Anything but face the truth, the inevitable hurt. The chilly night air was refreshing on your heated face when you stepped out the door. The panic softened just enough for your head to clear. Okay, you were in an alley. You just needed to figure out which way the street was so you could get a Lyft and—
The door opened behind you. Panic shot through you like shards of ice as you looked over your shoulder in horror and watched Changkyun step out. Time crawled to a stop as he adjusted his black leather jacket, pulling on the collar of his matching silk shirt. “Are you done running from me?”
Your mouth opened and closed as each train of thought derailed before making it to your lips. Running? In which sense? You turned around to face him, intent on saying something but ultimately failing because what the fuck should you say?
The longer he waited for you to speak, the more intense his stare got. “You realize the whole point of being fuck buddies is to actually fuck, right?” He pulled the door shut behind him then put his hands into his pocket, and cocked his head to the side. “And I’m not sure if you noticed, but uh, we haven’t fucked since—what—three weeks ago?”
“Something more like two and a half.” You mumbled.
His eyebrows rose. “Oh, so she does remember how to communicate.” He looked away and nodded, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Since I’m not worth the effort of a call or text, I won’t waste your time. Just tell me why we’re not fucking anymore and I’ll be on my way.” He gestured at you with his hand in his coat pocket. “Go on. Is it someone else?”
There was something in the way his frown and grouchy words didn’t match the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Though it was brief, for a second you saw the Changkyun you wished you could be with all the time. The one who was emotionally available. “N-no. I haven’t…no one but you, Kyun.”
Confusion creased his brow even more. “So, then what is it? I give it to you good, right? I mean, the way you can’t even get out of bed after—”
“It’s not that. I promise.” You bit your lip and looked at your feet. “Please, Kyun. It’s hella stupid. I just…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. He was expecting some grand, logical reason when in reality it was so fucking…simple.
“What is it?” He prodded. His gaze dragged over your body before he looked away and changed his stance. “Jeez, you don’t have to overthink everything. Just spit it out.” He closed his eyes, swallowed, and lowered his voice. “Just say it.”
Maybe it was the sudden softness in his words that made your chest tighter as your throat and eyes burned. Right. Just say it. Let go and move on. You took a deep, shuddering breath. “I-I can’t do this anymore.”
His face tightened for a second as if he’d flinched from pain. For a solid minute, neither of you said a word, listening to the ambiance around you. The cars passing by on the street. The muffled bass of the music inside the club. The hum of electricity from the flickering streetlight nearby. Just when you thought you couldn’t take another moment of silence, he asked, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“No!” You reached out and nearly touched him before thinking better of it. “No. It’s me. My mistake. I—” You swallowed and looked around the dimly lit alley as if the words you needed to say would jump out and save your ass. How could you tell him the truth without ripping your heart out in the process? You hugged yourself and shut your eyes, willing the unshed tears to back the fuck off. You could cry it out later. Not here. Not in front of him. He’d told you plenty of times tears did nothing for him. “Fuck. When we started this, we both agreed to keep it casual. No feelings.”
He inhaled sharply and took a step forward. The crunch of the ground under his shoes made your eyes snap open. A mistake. His eyes widened upon seeing the tears lining yours. “Baby—”
You shook your head and hugged yourself tighter. “A-at first, that worked for me, Kyun. I swear it did. Sex with you is the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced so far in life. You’re amazing, so please don’t question that. But, as we got to know each other more, things got…complicated.”
“Really. Complicated, how?” He took another step closer and you took one back. “What complication justifies shutting me out?”
Your body sagged as your chest tightened to the point of pain. “Please, don’t make me say it.”
“I deserve to know the truth, don’t I? I’ve spent more time in the past six months in bed with you than I have on my own. I got to the point where I’m not used to waking up alone.” He licked his lips and exhaled hard. “Like, I get that fuck buddies aren’t as close as we are. Maybe friends with benefits doesn’t cover it either. Whatever it is, it’s good, right?”
You hated how your heart colored his words with hope and yearning. This wasn’t the same guy who swore to you he couldn’t do relationships. That you’d never catch him doing lovey-dovey couple stuff. That wasn’t him. Commitment wasn’t in his skillset. “For you.” You bit out after a gulp of air. “It’s good for you. I-I can’t separate the physical from the emotional stuff.” You looked at him through tears. “I tried so hard to keep it casual. I reminded myself over and over that you can’t give me lo—more. But you confused me! Insisting I stay each night, waking up with you. Telling me I’m beautiful and insisting we hang out for fun. How was I supposed to keep my heart out of it?”
His expression went blank, completely clueless as he stared at you. “What?”
“God, Kyun. For someone who says otherwise, you do the boyfriend thing really well.” You dried your face by dabbing at it with your coat sleeve. “For a minute, you had me imagining what it’d be like. And once I got to that point, I knew I couldn’t go on with this anymore. It hurts like hell to want someone in a way they’ll never want you.”
Changkyun blinked a few times before understanding dawned on his pretty face. “Oh.” He got a distant look in his eyes, looking down the alley at the street. “So…you caught feelings for me?”
Your arms dropped to your sides. The gut punch wasn’t as painful as you thought it’d be, but it still hurt. “I know I should’ve talked to you. I just…didn’t know what to say or how to say it.”
He bit his bottom lip and nodded then took a step towards you. You automatically took a step back so he took another. And another. And another. Your back collided with the wall of the building behind you and before you knew it, he was pressed against you, chest to chest, and looking into your eyes with an expression you’d never seen on his face before. Worse of all, it made your stomach turn with excitement in a way that only he ever could incite. His fingertips caressed your cheek before they traced down to your neck.
“Say it again,” his voice was low and warm like coffee on your tongue, “tell me what you imagined being with me was like.”
You sucked in cold air noticing how the tip of your nose was getting numb. “I—this isn’t a joke, Kyun!” You pushed at his chest. “I’m being serious—”
His fingers curled around the back of your neck and gently squeezed. “And so am I. I wanna hear it.” He pulled you close until your foreheads touched then gently rubbed his nose against yours. “You made me go weeks without hearing your voice or seeing your face over this. So, give it all to me. Every single thought. Make the pain worth it.”
Your heart skipped a beat. You swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. “I told you. It’s dumb. I just pictured stupid couple stuff like taking selfies, holding hands in front of your friends, or cuddling on a rainy day.”
He hummed as his fingertips caught the hem of your skirt. “I admit, that does sound like stupid couple stuff.” You scoffed and tried to pull away, so he quickly followed with, “But I’d do them with you if you really wanted to. At this point, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do with you. For you. To you.”
“What?” You searched his eyes, mind reeling as his words echoed in your head.
“Let me make a little confession of my own.” His free hand gripped your jaw between his thumb and index finger as the other splayed across your thigh. “Since I last saw you, I haven’t been out much. Maybe to the store. At first I thought maybe you were just busy. But then Jooheon would tell me he saw you out with your friend and each time I wondered if it was me. Maybe you were avoiding me.” He pulled your leg up on his hip. “At first, I told myself I didn’t care. That you’d get over whatever the fuck you were going through and come back when you were ready. But you never did.”
You gasped as his hand wandered between your bodies and toyed with the edge of your panties. “Kyun—”
“No, no. Shh. Listen to me. I need you to know how hard it was to stay away and give you space, baby. No one else touches this dick but you.” It was hard to focus on his words when his fingers started to stroke your clit through the sheer fabric. “I don’t even get hard at the thought of fucking anyone but you. That whole time you were gone? It was just me and my hand.” His lips brushed against yours, but he didn’t kiss you and smiled when you started to chase his mouth. “Just like you, hm? What did you use?”
His fingers pushed your panties aside and cupped your pussy, middle finger pressing between your folds. “My toys—oh, god—and fingers.” Your breath hitched as he dipped his finger inside.
He moved his hand from your chin to the wall. “Did they feel good? Better than me?” You shook your head and he bit his lip, rewarding your honesty with the rest of his finger buried to the hilt. “You look so fucking hot right now. This skirt. This top.” He leaned in and nipped at your neck, soothing the skin with a lick as he worked his finger in and out. “I saw you as soon as I walked in. Wanted you right then. Needed you…”
His words were smoke in your head, creating a dense fog of him that made you burn from the inside out. Your hips rolled on his hand, pace increasing when he added another finger. You were vaguely aware of how fucked out and needy you sounded as he pulled moans from you with just his hand. His lips caught yours and ended with a playful bite as he pulled his hand away.
“As needy as the last time we did this, huh?” He groaned in your ear, low and husky as he fumbled with his pants. You couldn’t even respond, too focused on helping him work the belt buckle and zipper. The second his dick was free, he pushed his pants down to his thighs and reached for yours. “Get up here.”
One leg went around his waist, and with a hop, so was the other. You put your arms around his neck. Using the wall for leverage, he gave you sloppy, frantic kisses as he held you up by your thighs, feeling around with the head of his dick for your entrance. You squealed when it pressed into your clit and he chuckled into your mouth as he angled his hips just right and—
“Say it, baby.” He hissed as he pushed in slowly. “Tell me again why you ghosted me.” You tightened your grip, nails digging into the sleeves of your coat, as his dick stretched you with an ache you missed. When it felt like it’d never stop, he was fully seated inside and twitching every time you clenched. “Say it.”
“B-because I fell for you.” You whimpered when he pulled back then snapped his hips once. A warning. “Ah! Fuck, Kyun.”
“I wanna hear you say it.”
You squeezed your eyes shut and hid your face. “I love you. I did it because I love you and I thought you wouldn’t feel the same.”
“Fucking finally.” He brushed a kiss to the side of your face and adjusted his grip on your thighs. “About time you came around, baby.” With another snap of his hips, he set a steady pace that he’d occasionally interrupt by grinding his pelvis against your clit, determined to get you both there as quickly as possible. “Need you to cum with me. Missed you so much. I hate waking up without you next to me. Need you th—Ah, fuck. So tight.”
Your fingertips caught the ends of his hair and you pulled on it. In response his strokes grew longer, deeper as he let you drop onto his length with a clap of skin. Every time he moved, sparks danced up your spine and through your limbs. “Oh, fuck!”
“It’s been so long, baby. Just a—just a little longer. I’m almost there.” He nudged your head back and kissed you hard, a clash of lips and tongue as he swallowed your moans while feeding you his own. You were vaguely aware of how the bricks dug into your back and hips, too lost in the pleasure you were drowning in. How had you stayed away from him for so long when he could do shit like this to you? You were crumbling to pieces in his arms, on his dick, and for once it didn’t scare you shitless. You could trust him to put you back together. You held his face and kissed him harder, trying to match his intensity. When he caught your tongue and sucked on it, you fell apart. You came hard, convulsing in his arms as he leaned back and switched to quick strokes, moaning your name as he reached his high. “Oh, shit. Fuck, baby, fuck. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
He leaned against you with a whimper as his body rode the wave, pressing up into you as he stuffed your pussy with cum. Your lips met after a few misses and you laughed through a kiss. The kiss slowly turned to light pecks between shy smiles as he rubbed your thighs. “My back is gonna be so sore in the morning.”
He snorted and kissed you once more before helping you down onto your shaky feet. “That’s not the only thing that’ll be sore. The night is young.”
You playfully swatted his arm as you fixed your panties and skirt. “Ugh. My panties are wet and sticky.”
His arm came around your waist and pulled you against him. “My car’s not that far. We could go back to my place.”
The thought of leaving with him reminded you of what he’d said not too long ago. “…Did you mean it? Or was that just heat of the moment talk?”
He looked into your eyes. “I’ve been in love with you since the first night you stayed over.”
“What?! Kyun, that was like the first month into this. There’s no way—” He cut you off with a kiss, this one sweet and tender as if he’d break you with his lips.
“I didn’t say anything because I remembered the rules. It seemed like you were okay with the way things were so I was okay with it. As long as I knew I was the only one you went to, I could live like that.” He looked into your eyes as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip before brushing over your hair. “Then suddenly you were gone without an explanation why…and I realized I didn’t want to let you go. Not without a good reason. So, yeah. I meant it. And just in case you don’t believe me, I love you. And I’d love you even without the sex. My heart is yours…so take care of it.” He gave you a shy yet bratty pout.
You blinked and fanned your face, turning away so he couldn’t see. “I’ll do my best. Um, so to your place?”
He threaded your fingers together. “Yup.” He pulled you along towards the street. “We can take a shower, drink some water, then work on getting another noise complaint from my neighbors.”
“What are you gonna do when your landlord finally kicks your ass out?”
He looked at you and smiled. “Look for a place to share with you.”
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POV: Changkyun is your boyfriend and he gives you random short but cosy calls just to nonchalantly share fragments of his daily life with you and include you in his space regardless of the distance and his busy schedule. Those little cyber dates include him showing you the Han river under the night sky and sharing the radiant sunset after work because you're still connected and under the same yet ever-changing sky, the same way your love stays the same no matter the changes of time and place. You're dating a Pisces Venus man.
I cringed a bit but I liked this aesthetic and delulu is the solulu and I'm in my feels today, plus, this is tumblr, let me be ✌️😗
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Bad Decisions
⌦ Pairing: Prof!Changkyun (I.M) x Fem!Reader
⌦ Genre(s): Smut
⌦ Warning(s): swearing,, age gaps (changkyun's in his 30's readers in their 20's),, power dynamics,, exhibitionism (kinda),, nicknames (changkyun: sir,, professor,, reader: doll,, princess,, idk if slut constitutes itself as a nickname but its used,, ),, cream pies(pls be practice safe sex besties),, deep throating,, face fucking,, desk sex,, choking,, oral (m receiving),, Dacryphilia,, dirty talk,, spit eating (idk if thats what its called),, fingering,, humiliation,,
⌦ Word count: 2.66k
⌦ Summary: You're struggling in your history class, so naturally, you go to your professor for help. You weren't expecting to receive that type of help as well.
⌦ A/N: Listening to Hollywood Undead and Monsta X while writing this was an experience to say the least. I may or may not have written this for myself as well. Have y'all seen that tiktok of Changkyun pulling out of a parking spot w one hand? Twas truly beautiful. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on everything I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)
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You cried as you looked at the exam grade displayed on your computer screen. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. D+, you had studied so hard; how could you have gotten such a bad grade? You sat at your desk with your knees to your chest, crying into them.
Your head flew up as you heard the door to your dorm room swing open, followed by your roommate's keys jingling as she walked in. She sat her bag on the floor beside her bed, oblivious to your crying until she took her headphones out of her ears.
"Oh my god, y/n, are you okay? What happened??" She asked, tossing her headphones onto her bed as she rushed over to you. You sniffled a bit, turning the laptop towards her with one hand while the other wiped away the tears that had taken residence on the tip of your chin.
"I got a D on my history exam," you said. It took everything in you not to scream with how upset you were; history was the only class you were struggling in. Which didn't make any sense to you, as you really liked history.
"What the hell? You studied so hard! You study more than I do!" Your roommate gasped, her brows furrowed in confusion and irritation as she too tried to wrap her head around how you could have done so poorly on an exam you worked so hard to prepare for. You sniffled once more, turning the laptop back to you and beginning to write your professor an email asking if he were free tomorrow during his office hours.
"I'm going to go talk to him tomorrow and see if there's anything I can do to get my grade up," you said, your voice slowly going back to normal rather than the shakey, upset voice you had when your roommate walked in on your crying session.
"That's a good idea. Mr. Im is a nice professor; I'm sure he would be more than willing to help you out." Your roommate said she hugged your side reassuringly before walking back to her side of the room.
Mr. Im replied to your email sooner than you had expected; he has always told students that as soon as 5 p.m. rolled around, any emails he had would be answered the following business day.
⌦ Mr Im:
ㅤY/N,
ㅤThank you for reaching out regarding your
performance in class, my office hours are open all
ㅤday.
ㅤThank you, Mr. Im.
You smiled as you read the email, looking back at your roommate, who had gotten comfortable on her bed. "He's free all day tomorrow; hopefully we can get something figured out."
"That's great; I'm sure he will work with you about your grade," she reassured once more.
You sighed shakily as you stood outside your professor's office. Rarely did you ask for help, so knowing that you were about to knock on Mr. Im's door to do exactly that made you nervous. After a couple deep breaths, you knocked on the door. You were worried that you'd knocked too softly until the door swung open, revealing your professor.
"Y/N, come in; it's good to see you." Mr. Im smiled, and you stood there in awe for a moment as you soaked in his smile. He was ethereal, and you felt as though you could stare at him all day if you could.
"Nice to see you too, Mr. Im," you stuttered, stepping into the room. It was neater than you had expected; every book on the shelf was in order from biggest to smallest, and the couch that sat against the wall looked untouched. His desk looked unused aside from the stack of papers on the left corner and a water bottle that sat next to his computer; the floor was spotless as well.
"What was it you wanted to talk about, y/n?" Changkyun asked, following you to his desk once he shut the door. You both took seats in the chairs opposite each other.
"I wanted to talk about my grade; it's not great," you said, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.
"I'm well aware that your grade isn't anything to brag about," he replied, leaning back in his chair.
"Right.." You said that, blushing a bit as you looked down.
"I suppose you're hoping I can help you fix that?" He asked, and his tone came off more condescending than he had meant it.
"Yeah, if you'd be so kind,"
"Well, if you paid better attention in my class, you might do better," he suggested. Your head snapped up at him as you looked at him with widened eyes. He smirked softly, beginning to speak as he stood up from his chair. "Don't act so surprised, y/n; I see how you stare at me during class; it's pretty obvious." He said, you hadn't noticed that he was standing right next to you until he gently took hold of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"It makes me wonder what's going on in that pretty little head of yours," he said, running his thumb against your bottom lip as he spoke. His voice had gotten deeper—sexier even, if that were possible. Instinctively, you parted your lips as you kept your eyes trained on him. "You and I both know that you're capable of studying for my exams, so I'll cut you a deal; I'll fix your grade if you do something for me."
Your professor seemed more talkative than normal, but you assumed anyone would be if they were discussing "deals" with another person. It was your turn to speak now. Before you could, however, his thumb found itself inside your mouth, pressing itself down on your tongue. Changkyun stood still as he waited for an answer, looking down at you with lidded eyes. You nodded in response to his offer.
Changkyun only smiled at this as his free hand worked at his belt. You moved your eyes to his hand as your hands reached up to aid him in taking his belt off. He jerked your head up gently, forcing you to look back up at him. "Eyes on me, doll."
Undoing the clasp of his belt and the buttons of his pants without being able to look at them seemed to be somewhat of a struggle. But the reward behind the zipper was worth the struggle. Changkyun moved his hand from your chin to your head once you pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out.
You broke eye contact with your professor long enough to glance at his cock, your mouth watering at the sight. You brought a hand to pump at the base, looking back up at him as you began pumping his cock with a steady pace. His breath hitched slightly when you let your tongue run against the pink tip of his cock.
"Fuck, you look so pretty like this, princess," he breathed out as you took the head of his cock into your mouth. He gripped your hair roughly, forcing himself the rest of the way into your mouth. You did your best not to gag, though your efforts proved futile when the tip of his cock brushed against your throat.
The sound of your gag seemed to spark something within him as his hips began thrusting themselves into you and shoving his cock further down your throat. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes from how harshly he was thrusting into you. The lewd sounds of your gags mixed with his groans of pleasure and the saliva being churned in your mouth filled the room. You were surprised no one had heard you two yet.
Just when you were certain your professor was only going to abuse your throat, he pulled out of you, pulling you to stand. Immediately, you leaned in to kiss him, the both of you hungrily attacking each other's mouths. Your hands found their way to Changkyun's collar, tugging him closer as you sat on his desk. Your fingers worked to undo the buttons on his shirt while his worked at the buttons on your pants. You mentally cursed at yourself for not taking your roommate's advice on the skirt she suggested you wear.
You pushed Changkyun's shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, before aiding him in taking your pants off. His hand found itself resting against your heat as his thumb rubbed itself against your clothed clit. You whimpered at his soft teasing, bucking your hips against his hand.
"Patience, princess, I'll fill you up soon," he said against your lips, his fingers still teasing you through your panties.
"Yes, sir," you replied, whining when he pulled your panties aside to continue teasing your hole. "Just take them off," you begged, moving a hand down to push your panties off.
Changkyun chuckled at your impatience but obliged, pulling your panties off the rest of the way, his hand finding itself attached to your heat once more. "You're so wet already, doll," he commented, emphasizing his words by slipping his middle finger into your hole. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you pulled away from the kiss to let your head fall back.
You let your eyes close as your professor began to pump his finger in and out of your hole. You pulled your shirt off as Changkyun inserted another finger, the surprise causing you to drop your shirt onto his desk, letting yourself lean against your hand as his thumb rubbed itself against your clit once more.
"F-fuck, professor, please," you begged as your head fell back. His fingers felt like magic against the nerves between your thighs.
"Please what, princess? Use your words," he said, his free hand reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You were surprised at how well your professor did tasks with one hand that would have required a normal person to use two.
"Fuck me, please," you whined, your free hand gripping at his toned biceps. He smirked at your request, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving your hole empty momentarily as he reached into his wallet to grab a condom. Your head snapped up to look at him, and your hand flew up to stop him, looking at him pleadingly.
He looked at you with a confused expression, his confusion disappearing once you opened your mouth to say, "I know you want to fuck your cum into me just as much as I want you to."
You weren't sure where this new bout of confidence came from, but the look on your professor's face when you spoke went straight to your core. You could feel the slick beginning to run down your thighs as you bit your lip. He tossed the partially opened condom onto the floor along with his wallet before pulling you closer by your thighs.
"If you keep talking like that, kitten, I might have to take you home with me," he said as he took his cock in one hand, his other pushing your thigh up even more, causing you to lie on your back. You whimpered as Changkyun rubbed his cock against your folds, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, princess?" Changkyun began as he slowly thrust himself into you. It took all the strength you had not to let your head fall back so you could watch as your professor's cock disappeared into your hole before reappearing again once you'd had time to adjust to his size.
You bit your lip as Changkyun began speaking again, painting a more detailed picture in your head of what he was talking about. "You'd like it if I took you home and fucked you like the little slut you are," he said, letting his hand rest against your throat, squeezing just enough to feel good but not enough to cause any serious harm.
You nodded in response, letting your body fall back against the desk so you could use your hands to hold your thighs open. "Yes, sir, I'd like that very much." You whined.
Changkyun wasted no time as he snapped his hips into you at a rapid pace, leaning his body against yours so you were eye to eye. The way his body pinned you in place prevented you from arching your back while simultaneously forcing your legs to rest themselves against his shoulders, allowing him to pound deeper into your walls.
You couldn't help the loud moans that came out of your mouth as his tip brutally hit your sweet spot. His hand moved from your throat to slip his fingers into your mouth, muffling any noises that escaped your lips.
"Be quiet, princess; you don't want anyone to catch us now, do you?" He asked, and his question, along with the taste of your slick still on his fingers, caused a whimper to fall from your lips. You shook your head, and the sight of you tasting yourself on Changkyun's fingers caused his dick to twitch inside you.
Only when he thought you were capable of controlling your sounds did he remove his fingers from your mouth, this time gripping at your jaw just as he had done earlier.
"I bet you let all your professors slut you out like this, don't you?" He taunted, angling his hips so every thrust would push the head of his cock against the bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars each time it was hit. His hand keeping a firm grasp on your chin prevented you from shaking your head in protest; he took this opportunity to spit into your mouth to further humiliate you.
His words and the act of him spitting into your mouth went right to your core, and your walls began to contract around his cock.
"N-No sir! J-Just you—fuck, I'm so close," you moaned, digging your heels into his shoulder blades in attempts to pull him closer. You reached back to grip the edge of the desk, effectively pushing the ungraded papers onto the floor.
"Go ahead, princess, cum on my cock," he panted, feeling the knot in his stomach begin to tighten as well. He propped himself up on his hands to give himself more leverage, his thrusts going deeper and harder than they had been previously.
It took a few more harsh thrusts on his end before the coil in your stomach snapped and you were sent over the edge. Your hand clamped itself over your mouth to muffle the wanton moan that escaped your throat as you felt your hole flutter against his cock and your arousal slowly ran down Changkyun's cock. You were positive he would have a stain there afterwards.
The tight grip your walls used to hold Changkyun in was enough for him to fall over the edge, a soft whimper escaping his mouth as he finished. He thrust his cum back into you a few times as he rode out his orgasm, his thrusts coming to a full stop, and he caught his breath before pulling out. He watched as his cum dripped out of your hole and down the side of his desk.
"Here," Changkyun said, handing you a water bottle as he helped you sit up. You weren't sure when he'd walked away, but he had already cleaned himself and adjusted his pants. You winced as you sat up, taking the water bottle from him.
"Thank you," you said as you opened the bottle, taking a sip. You watched as Changkyun gently wiped you clean with a few tissues he had taken from the box that surprisingly didn't fall.
He tossed the soiled tissues into the trash can beside his desk before he leaned in to whisper into your ear.
"I expect you to pick those papers up, and I was serious about taking you back to my place."
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When Your Niece/Nephew Calls Him Uncle ~ Monsta X Reaction
Shownu:
A small hand tapping against his leg made Hyunwoo turn around, glancing down to see your nephew staring back up at him. “Are you alright buddy?” Hyunwoo asked, kneeling down to be at your nephew’s height.
Your nephew hummed as he extended his arm out to him, “Uncle Hyunwoo, can you open my sweet packet for me please?”
“Of course,” Hyunwoo told him, taking the sweet packet and tearing it open before handing it back to your nephew and watching him run away. As Hyunwoo stood back he was surprised to see you smiling back at him.
“Uncle Hyunwoo,” you sniggered, “that’s a new title for you.”
It took a moment for Hyunwoo to realise as he let go of a sigh, “it didn’t even register with me that he called me Uncle Hyunwoo, it just felt natural to say.”
“That’s a good thing,” you assured him, resting your hand against Hyunwoo’s arm. “I wonder if he’s going to keep calling you that now?”
“Maybe the sweets were a test,” Hyunwoo jokingly suggested, “to see how I’d respond.”
“Knowing Y/N/N, it wouldn’t surprise me.”
Minhyuk:
A loud laugh came from Minhyuk as your niece screamed to go higher whilst he pushed her on the swing. “Uncle Minhyuk, let me go higher!” She yelled out, only to realise Minhyuk was no longer behind her.
You were stood just to the side, looking anxiously between the two of them. “What did you just call me?” Minhyuk asked her.
“Uncle Minhyuk,” she whispered, feeling the swing slow down without Minhyuk helping it to move. “Did I do something wrong?” She then asked, worried by the look of surprise that was etched on Minhyuk’s face.
“No,” he quickly assured her, “you just shocked me, that’s all.”
Your niece’s smile turned up once again after Minhyuk smiled across at her. “You’re my favourite uncle because you make me laugh so much.”
“I’m already your favourite uncle?” Minhyuk asked her in surprise, “that was the easiest job that I’ve ever had in my life Y/N/N.”
“Is he better than me?” You couldn’t help but ask, “or is Auntie Y/N your favourite?”
“No way, Uncle Minhyuk is way better.”
Kihyun:
You just managed to catch your nephew as he ran over to you to show you one of the drawings that he had done. “Is it a family portrait?” You questioned, struggling to make out what everything was on the paper.
Your nephew nodded as Kihyun took a look too, “it’s me and you, and Uncle Kihyun too when we went to the cinema last week.”
“I see,” you murmured, nervous to look at Kihyun beside you after your nephew’s sudden admission. “Since when has Kihyun been your Uncle Kihyun?” You asked as Kihyun remained quiet right beside you.
“Since now,” he excitedly chuckled, “he’s our family, isn’t he?”
You looked to Kihyun as he finally cleared his throat. “Of course I’m your family Y/N/N, I can be your Uncle Kihyun if that’s really what you want me to be.”
“Yeah,” your nephew cheered, beginning to talk you both through his drawing, unaware of your eyes meeting behind him talking together.
“Are you alright with being uncle?” You whispered, not wanting Kihyun to feel forced at all.
“I’m over the moon to be his uncle.”
Hyungwon:
There was a look of surprise on Hyungwon’s face as soon as your niece spoke to him, unsure if he’d misheard. “What did you just say?” Hyungwon asked your niece, wanting to check what he’d heard for definite.
Your niece ran back up to Hyungwon after beginning to walk away. “I told you to come and play Uncle Hyungwon,” she repeated.
“Uncle Hyungwon?” He quizzed, looking between your niece and then back across to you. “Don’t you mean Hyungwon?” He added, running his hand through his hair as he struggled to know what to say to her.
“Uncle Hyungwon,” she repeated again, “are you deaf or something?”
You struggled to hold back your laughter as your niece jokingly snapped across at Hyungwon. “She’s got a point, she’s said it plenty of times for you to hear.”
“I’m just surprised,” Hyungwon told you both, “am I going to have to get used to being Uncle Hyungwon from now on?”
“Yeah,” your niece excitedly told him, “you’re too nice to just be Hyungwon to me now.”
“Well, it’s an honour to be uncle.”
Jooheon:
A puzzled expression formed on your nephew’s face as he read through the birthday card that you had written for him. “Why does it just say from Auntie Y/N and Jooheon?” He enquired, “not Uncle Jooheon?”
Jooheon knelt down beside him as he read through the card once again, “that’s because that’s who I am, Jooheon, aren’t I?”
“Why not Uncle Jooheon though?” Your nephew then challenged, leaving Jooheon speechless. “If you’re going out with my auntie then doesn’t that make you my uncle? I can’t just call you Jooheon, can I?”
“You want me to be your uncle?” Jooheon asked, “are you sure?”
Your nephew nodded in reply as Jooheon looked to you for a little bit of help. “I think it makes perfect sense, I should’ve written Uncle Jooheon on your card.”
“It’s all Auntie Y/N’s fault, don’t you think Y/N/N?” Jooheon added, unable to stop himself from berating you alongside your nephew.
“You two are a terrible team,” you scolded, “the worst uncle and nephew in the whole world.”
“We’re the best team in the world!”
I.M:
He hovered behind you as the two of you entered your family home, greeted by noise straight away. “Y/N/N,” you called out to your niece as you watched her running around, deciding to quickly catch her attention.
Straight away she ran over to you both, leaping into Changkyun’s arms. “Auntie Y/N! Hi Uncle Changkyun!” She yelled out.
“Uncle?” Changkyun asked her in surprise, staring at her with a smile on his face as she innocently looked back across to him. “Am I uncle Changkyun now all of a sudden?” He then quizzed to make sure he heard.
“Yeah, you’re uncle,” she explained, “just like Auntie Y/N is auntie.”
Changkyun’s nervous eyes looked to you as your head nodded back at him. “Do you want to be Uncle Changkyun?” You asked him, worried that he was panicked.
“Of course,” he quickly responded, hearing the giggles of your niece right beside him, “I would absolutely love to be your uncle Y/N/N.”
“Uncle Changkyun,” she repeated, “don’t you think that that sounds super cool Auntie Y/N?”
“I think that it sounds the coolest.”
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Day 4: Kihyun + Changkyun 🎄 Threesome
Kinkmas 2023
Kihyun could hardly remember how you all ended up here, but all was quickly forgotten when drowned in pleasure. And the slick warmth of your tongue sliding over his cock as it filled your gorgeous mouth was more than enough to do the job. He was hardly aware of Changkyun's presence, although the vibrations of your moans and the way your mouth somewhat rattled around his cock as you took Changkyun's dick was enough to remind him. And then his eyes reopened and he was able to again take in the filthy, lovely sight before him. God, he wanted to just lean in and cover every part of your perfect body in kisses, have his hands on every last inch of you. Fuck, was he ruined. Absolutely fallen for you now.
"So fucking tight, baby," Changkyun moaned, once again pulling Kihyun back to reality. He felt like a balloon, floating away into a beautiful blue sky, full of fictional scenarios with you that he knew would never come true, then getting yanked back down to earth, to reality. But reality was feeling more unreal with each passing second. He realized the repeated chanting of your name he was hearing was spilling from his own lips, and without warning, he's pushed over the edge, shuddering and covering your mouth in his cum. A chuckle from you pierced through the blissed out ringing that filled his ears, and his eyes refocused on your face.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry," he stumbled, fumbling for something to clean you up, feeling so guilty the second he sees your skin glistening with streaks of white, your plush pink lips glossed with his cum.
"'S alright," you giggled, your soft tongue poking out to lick your lips clean, although that was only a fraction of what painted your skin. "Just a little warning next time, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah, God, I'm sorry..."
"What, done already, Kihyun?" Changkyun teased with a dark laugh of his own, shoving his cock deeper into you, biting hard on his lip, and making you moan as Kihyun clumsily wiped at your face with the fabric of his previously discarded shirt. Holding your cheek and watching your face contort in pleasure as you got railed was driving him absolutely mad, and as desperately as he wanted to, Kihyun didn't know if he could keep going. He was afraid if he did, there would be no turning back and your friendship would be ruined forever. "Can't say I blame you," Changkyun continued. "I know how good she is with her mouth." God, that was an understatement if Kihyun ever heard one. "Just let me know if you wanna switch." Switch? Like...he could fuck you? You'd let him fuck you? Kihyun didn't know why that hadn't really occurred to him as a real possibility, but now that the cards were on the table, his lust took the reins from his logic and the words spilled out before he could even process them.
"Hell yeah I do."
That almost made Changkyun laugh out loud. "Oh, now he's confident." Changkyun stopped and pulled out, pulling your hips back to sit you back down at his side. His hand slid down your bare back, settling on your ass with a squeeze. "You hear that, baby? Now that he might get to be inside your pussy he's found his words."
You got onto all fours and crawled across the bed towards Kihyun. "No...those words have been there." You knelt in front of him and curved your hands over his shoulders. "For a long time. Haven't they?" Your question came out soft and gentle and felt rhetorical; he could tell you knew he liked you, for a while now. You brought your lips close to his but didn't let them touch, just brush slightly, feeling the electricity between you. Kihyun's breath was shaky, uncertain, but thrumming with lust all the same. "I know you think about me," you said, threading a hand through his hair and raising goosebumps over his entire body. "You wanna fuck me, Kihyun?" You whispered sensually, hoping to let him forget the other man in the room, if only for a moment.
He swallowed hard and nodded, gradually earning his confidence.
"Then do it."
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monsta x + the little things
Shownu ❧ It’s always best to focus on the present, right? Especially in relationships. For all you know you could break up tomorrow so it’s best to savor the happiness while it lasts. That’s what you used to think and it worked. Kind of. Something always felt a little off. And sometimes, it made you sad that you wanted to dream about having a future together but were shut down. Maybe it was your bad luck that you’ve never met someone like that before, that you were used to only living in the present and the past but never the future. It’s not like that at all with Hyunwoo, though. With him, it’s late nights spent talking about moving in together - do you prefer a house or an apartment, how would you divide the chores, is there anything you absolutely can’t stand? - and making plans too wild and impossible now, but realistic in the future. With him, it’s watching him make the dumbest jokes and teasing him for it, saying that his nieces and nephews, or maybe his own kids (even if it’s too soon to think about that and whether it’s something you both want), will be embarrassed by him. Hyunwoo makes you understand that talking about the future, making plans, and being interested in having a future together is what makes you feel so secure in the relationship.
Minhyuk ❧ Life with Minhyuk feels like always having an umbrella and a pair of rain boots on a rainy day. When your mind is trapped inside a storm that seems like it’s never going to end, he’s the presence that reminds you that nothing lasts forever (except his love for you, of course, he’d add with a smile). He’s there to embrace you and to protect you from the worst of it, supporting you in any way he can and knows will help. He can’t always cheer you up, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try - and when nothing works, he knows it’s enough that he’s there right next to you. But he’s right, everything passes and when the gloom that settled over your head begins to clear out, the storm easing, he’ll be the one to grab your hand and jump into each puddle along the way and splash water everywhere. Sometimes not only metaphorically. It’s important to not be afraid and to make fun of things that scare you. Minhyuk reminds you of all the silly things you did as a child, and that you’ve forgotten about as you grew up. You need to remember the pure joy and how to let go, and he’s determined to make your life as fun as he can. And honestly, it is easier to laugh with him around. The sun seems to shine brighter.
Kihyun ❧ It’s so easy to feel lost in life, and admittedly it’s easier for you to feel lost - figuratively and literally - surrounded by people. You can’t help it, really. Not when everyone seems to have their life together and like they know what they’re doing. You know everyone’s just pretending - nobody is perfect - but it feels like compared to them you’re only blindly stumbling forward. You get so lost in your head it’s hard to get out. Kihyun is there, though, to save you and remind you what made you fall for him in the first place. He’s so observant and protective. You might make fun of him for hovering, but sometimes it’s exactly what you need. He reassures you in a whisper that he’s there, to find him if you need him. However, you never need to take him up on that offer. He likes to socialize and any event where he can meet people is a treat for him. Yet he always keeps an eye on you. Somehow, whenever you begin to get overwhelmed, he knows and he wraps his arm around your waist, already there to catch you before you fall. He guides you somewhere quieter, calmer, and should anyone disturb you, he takes it upon himself to entertain them and take attention off you. You melt into him, then, and watch him subtly preen with pride. But that’s alright. You’re proud to call him yours too.
Hyungwon ❧ Feeling the sun on your skin, feeling its rays try to pry your eyes open, and yet being allowed to simply roll over and keep drifting between sleep and consciousness is a different kind of bliss. You don’t have to stretch your hands far for them to brush over another warm body, just as heavy with sleep as yours. Hyungwon told you once that he read somewhere that sleeping next to another human makes you, subconsciously, trust them more. You used to jokingly call napping together a bonding experience, but honestly, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. There’s nothing quite like not being called lazy for sleeping for a while after finishing a stressful task or sleeping in after a hard day. And it’s even better to wake up after a nap with Hyungwon right next to you, looking so peaceful and relaxed it lulls you right back to sleep. Sometimes you wake up holding him, and sometimes you’re being held. Every time it’s the best surprise to find out. The quiet intimacy that follows makes you believe the time and the world stopped just for you. Each of his tender touches, awkward as he’s still half-asleep, words just above whispers and the effort it takes him to open his eyes just to look at you and smile, all that makes you feel like you’ve found your own kind of heaven here on Earth.
Joohoney ❧ Being inspired is not a choice, it's all about luck - fate, if you will. But fate is fleeting and if Joohoney can help it, he doesn't want to leave things up to chance. And why wait for the sudden blessing of inspiration when he has you? He's a master of romanticizing your life together without losing touch with reality. He chooses to do it, chooses to find inspiration in his life with you, even if it makes him feel vulnerable. He thinks about you always, melodies and words come to him easily, but he worries it’ll scare you - that he’s too open about his feelings and you won’t like it. Instead, it makes your heart flutter and cheeks heat up. It makes you feel shy and like you can't ever do enough to reciprocate. There are no pages of scribbled down notes, sketches of your feelings immortalized, for him to find. He's quick to reassure you, though, and it’s no immature empty words, but a conversation. He shares his perspective, the ways you show him your love that makes him feel like he's not doing enough, isn't transparent with his love enough. The conversation strengthens your bond, as it always does, and makes his head race with new thoughts about the nature of love that inspire him. You must be his muse. And if not, he will make you one.
I.M ❧ Silence has never felt so therapeutic. Changkyun has always had this effect on you, always somehow managed to make you feel comfortable even in situations you used to find stressful. Like silence - you don’t mind it, but with others it was often awkward, tense, accusing. Not with him, though. It’s as if he lured out your true self that you’ve kept hidden unless you were completely alone. And even if it’s hard to experience that true solitude now that you live together, you find that it’s not that much of a difference if he’s around as well. Lately you’ve begun thinking that maybe being alone together is even better. He respects your space as you respect his, and you know he’s only a few steps away if you need anything or begin to get lonely to an extent you don’t enjoy. It’s a level of freedom you dreaded losing once you enter a relationship, worried that if you both did your separate things, your relationship wouldn’t be as strong. But strangely, it’s the opposite. You notice how intently you both listen when you talk about what you were doing, how nicely the conversation flows and that there’s always something to talk about. Often you end up trying out whatever the other is doing, even if just to understand what brings each of you joy. It’s nice. It’s home and it’s safety you’ve never known.
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[ 6:47 — i. changkyun ]
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, unprotected sex, riding / cowgirl position, pet name “baby” used for reader
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“Kyun.”
“Hm?”
“I said dinner’s ready, like, five minutes ago.”
Your boyfriend sighed, but only because he had heard you. He just completely forgot you were waiting on him. He had been working diligently on some songs since he had came home from the gym earlier in the afternoon. Lately he had been using the couch and coffee table as his makeshift office space while his recording studio was being refurbished. You enjoyed having him work from home, but it was bittersweet in the sense that you felt guilty for disturbing him at any time. Still, you were determined to have him eat dinner since you knew he hadn’t eaten a solid meal since very early that morning.
You approached the back of the couch, placing your hands on his shoulders. Instantly, his tense muscles seemed to relax under your touch; he hadn’t even realized his muscles were stiff in the first place. He took a deep breath as he leaned into the cushions, his head falling back as his eyes closed.
“I’m sorry, baby. I heard you. I just got wrapped up and forgot.”
“It’s okay. You’ve been working hard,” you said, a soft smile on your lips when his hand reached up to hold one of yours against the top of his chest, “That’s why I made shrimp for dinner. Just for you.”
He opened eyes and grinned, tilting his head to look at you a little better, “Have I told you I loved you today?”
“Only a couple times.”
“Remind me to tell you a hundred more times before we go to bed.”
You laughed softly, leaning down to place a sweet kiss against his forehead, then another on his cheek. You were going to return to the kitchen then, but his hand held firmly on your wrist, keeping you where you were. When you saw the pout on his lips, you instantly knew what the reasoning was. You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down again to kiss his lips, a small hum of appreciation emitting from his throat. He could be so dramatic sometimes, but you loved him nonetheless.
“Come here,” he spoke so warmly despite the assertiveness of his words. You didn’t hesitate to listen, walking the few steps to the front of the couch. His hand took yours, drawing you closer until you were right in front of him. He looked up at you, hands resting on your hips, “You look so beautiful today. I know I haven’t said that yet, but you do.”
“Thank you, Kyun,” you felt your cheeks bloom with heat at the compliment. Mostly because you knew these small, intimate, flattery-filled moments led to much more intimate, passionate moments. And once his mind was in motion, it was difficult to get it elsewhere.
“I’ve been so busy with work, I haven’t been able to take care of you,” the word choice he used seemed so deceivingly innocent, but the look he gave you was clear with his intentions. And if it wasn’t his eyes, then his fingers rubbing sensually into your hips definitely gave him away.
“You can make it up to me later,” you teased, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. They had lost the baby fat you fell in love with when you first started dating him years ago, but you loved him no less. If anything it just made him look more mature, sexier.
“How about now?”
His hands lowered to the spot on your thighs where your lounge shorts stopped, inches above your knees. As you were pondering the idea of having sex now, with your dinner growing cold in the kitchen, you got lost in his eyes. Those eyes that could convince you to commit a crime if he wanted you to. Those eyes that begged you to let him fuck you until you saw stars behind your eyelids. The eyes that distracted you until you heard the click of his laptop closing, and you realized he had reached behind you to shut it.
“Work is done for the day,” he added, pulling you closer until your knees were brushed up against the couch between his legs.
“The food will get cold,” you muttered an excuse, but your hands were already touching his jaw, aching to pull his lips to yours.
“I can reheat it when we’re done.”
Changkyun’s words meant nothing at that point because you two were already meeting each other for a kiss as hot as the stove had been before you turned it off to come get him. A low, rumbling noise sounded from deep in his chest as his grip on you tightened. He wanted nothing more than to push you down onto the cushions next to him and devour you. You deserved it.
“Can I take these off?” his deep voice tickled your ear as he spoke between kisses on your neck. His fingers were already tugging your shorts slowly, just waiting for your confirmation to pull them completely off. When you nodded with a mumbled ‘yes’, the cotton garment fell to the floor at your feet.
In the next moment you were pulled onto his lap, straddling him. His lips and teeth continued to entangle with your own, attempting to claim you even though he knew you were already his. He knew because you were saved in his phone under ‘my baby 💜’. He knew because you had stuck by him for the past several years, and he never doubted your loyalty for even a second. He knew because every morning when he woke beside you, he thought to himself, I want to wake up next to you every day, for the rest of my life. He knew because when he didn’t wake up next to you he felt like a piece of him was missing. He had never felt like someone completed him before you.
Several minutes passed and Changkyun had managed to slip off his sweatpants and shift your underwear to the side. He was relishing the feeling of you enveloping him, his dick throbbing inside of you. It had only been two days since he last had sex with you, but it felt like two decades—you know, because he’s dramatic. His toned arms were wrapping around you, holding you as close to him as he could, your chests pressed against each other. Well, your chest was closer to his face in this position, which made it perfect for him to cover your neck in kisses (and marks). He loved to nip at your sensitive spots with his teeth. He loved the way you let out a small squeak, moan, or whine in protest from the sensation. He loved every sound you made, but those were some of his favorites.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?”
“Uh huh,” you merely nodded and breathed out an answer as you focused on rocking your hips over his. His hands guided you, helping you reach the orgasm you were aiming for. He tried his best to thrust up into you, but he could only move so much. He was enjoying the view though, watching you work yourself on him with each of your hands clutching the couch on either side of his head. As your head leaned back in pleasure, he tilted his head to kiss your arm on the space between your elbow and wrist.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he assured you, “I’ll be right behind you.”
He always had a way of being so comforting in these moments. Intimacy was something he cherished with you, and he somehow always knew how to make it special every single time. If it wasn’t with the way he touched you, loved you. Then it was with the way he spoke to you, coached you through any and every sensation he gave you.
“Gonna-“ you panted as you felt your climax approaching. You rutted against him a little faster, using all the energy you could collect in your body. He continued to press kisses along your arm where he could reach. His fingers slid up and down the skin of your thighs, leaving goosebumps along the flesh that he touched. “I’m gonna . . .”
He tried to resist the urge to chuckle at your lost train of thought and the way your eyes squeezed shut in preparation for your orgasm, “C’mon, baby.”
His voice only brought you closer, and soon enough you were groaning his name in his ear. Your arms circled his shoulders, hugging him tight while you bucked against him, the aftershocks of your climax taking over you. He rubbed your thighs, telling you how good you felt. You clenched and unclenched around him, causing him to cum with a few deep grunts. His breath came out in labored, heavy puffs while you two recovered from the releases you gave each other. He told you he loved you, just as he always did. No matter how many times he said it, it never lost its weight, and it never got tiring to hear.
“We can go for another round later, if you want,” he said as you pulled away, but not before you left a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“That sounds good, but we need to eat,” you reminded him, “I didn’t make that food for it to go to waste.”
“I’ll go reheat it while you clean up,” he laughed softly through his words, lightly patting your ass before you got up from his lap. He watched you pick up your shorts from the floor and go to your bedroom, a grin on his face the entire time.
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This picture got me thinking…
HEAR ME OUT:
After Wedding sex. After. Wedding. Sex.
Warnings: smut, biting (no blood!), corruption kink if you squint, ‘babe’ as a nickname (is that a warning?)
The ceremony and reception took way too long for Changkyun. His eyes had been on you the entire night, thinking about all the things he was going to do to you afterwards.
You had changed from your ceremony ball gown into a white silk dress that was loosely hanging on your body. With Kyun’s hands on you the entire time, your mind was going places as well, cheekily smiling at the surprise for him, hiding underneath the white piece of clothing.
The party had finally come to an end, everyone had already gone home or found their designated hotel room for the night, so it was time that you and your newly wedded husband did the same. In the elevator on your way up, the conversation you had started back in the hall continued, as you laughed at the fond memory of his best friends preparing a special dance for the two of you. With the alcohol in your body, the story seemed much funnier to you than it actually was.
Giggling and tumbling, you made it to the room and waited for Changkyun to get the key card out and unlock the door. He pushed the handle down and opened it, motioning for you to take the first step in, which made you blush for some reason and him shake his head when you shyly covered your mouth with your hand.
As soon as you entered the room, you took a deep breath, sighing in happiness, "You know, I really do love all those people, but I'm happy to-" you didn't get to finish your thought as you felt two familiar hands on your hips that turned you around swiftly, making you bump into a hard chest. Without even being able to react, Kyun's lips quickly met yours, pushing you up against him in desperation - as if he hadn't already kissed you enough tonight. A smile spread on your lips at the action, and your hands snaked around his neck, bringing him in closer.
Only a short moment later, he pushed his head back, making your lips lose contact. He smiled down at you, seeing your big, slightly glassy, eyes gazing at him. You couldn't help but to copy his facial expression, still in disbelief to call the man in front of you your 'husband' from now on.
"I would love to talk about tonight," he whispered as if others were in the room, "but there are other things that I would love to do even more." You smiled cheekily, noticing he had leaned back in,
"And what would those things be?" You teased, making him chuckle,
"Somebody once told me that doing is better than talking."
You puckered your lips, "What a wise person."
He nodded with a smile, his hands running up and down your sides, only to go up to your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "My wife is a very wise person indeed."
The smile on your lips got wider, and you started playing with the hair on his neck, pushing yourself closer to his chest if that was even possible at this point, "What a lucky lady," you fake gasped.
Changkyun answered quickly, "I'm the lucky one here," and crouched down slightly to put his hands on your ass as he picked you up, making you screech, wrap your legs around his waist, and your arms tighten around his neck, "KYUN!" Instead of answering, he was quick to carry you to the bed, where he threw you onto as if you weighed nothing to him. With a wicked smile, he hovered above you, his lips immediately finding their way to your neck. You wanted to giggle at his antics but the contact of his wet kisses on your skin made you moan, and your fingers got lost in his hair once again. The strands of dark black that he had grown longer, knowing how much you liked it at this length, felt soft and still smelt of his shampoo.
His hand travelled up your leg that you had raised and prepped up on the bed. One tuck at his hair, and you got him to moan into your ear, "Fuck," he breathed out, "I'd love to worship every single inch of your body, babe, but fuck... you're making this really hard."
You pushed his head back, and held his face, "We do have all night, you know?"
Changkyun chuckled, "You'll be too tired to do this all night, trust me. That's my job as a husband, right?"
"Your only job right now is to fuck me so hard that you'll have to carry me to breakfast tomorrow morning," you told him, knowing how rilled up he gets whenever you talked like that.
He leaned down to give your lips a quick peck before whispering against your lips, "And that I'll do gladly." His fingers had found the rim of your dress and brushed it up your legs until you had to lift your hips to get it off your lower body. With his hand pressed up against your back, he pushed you to sit up, taking it off your body swiftly. Just when he was about to go back to kissing your neck, he held in when his eyes fell on your form. And there was the surprise you had for him. A lace set in all white specially made for a wedding night - even the garter wasn't missing. You had decided against the tradition during the reception, but put the little string of lace on anyways, knowing Kyun would like it. It's the little things.
Your husband ran a hand through his hair as he stood back, eyes fixed on you laying on the bed, "I thought you didn't like that thing," he commented, his fingers grazing your leg, sliding underneath the garter.
"I wouldn't want you to take it off in front of our families, but why not when it's only us two?" He chuckled to himself and leaned back to take off his suit jacket, throwing it to the floor, where your dress was already residing. His tie came off quickly and so did the buttons of his shirt around his wrists. He pushed each sleeve up, leaving you to bite your lip as you took in the man that was standing in front of you.
"Well then," he whispered, before getting down on his knees, his fingers starting on your feet, that were still in the heels that had been killing you throughout the entire night and yet you refused to take them off. Until now. He freed your feet and his mouth got to work at your ankles, starting the line of kisses from there, going up your leg, painfully slow. You decided to lay down completely flat on your back, enjoying the feeling of his lips against your bare skin. He grasped onto your legs tightly with his hands, making sure you wouldn't squirm away once he reached the inside of your thighs. You jumped slightly when he surprised you with a kiss, suddenly dangerously close to your underwear, only making him yank you closer to him, and you giggle.
Before he got to work on the thin piece of cloth, his tongue started drawing on your skin around it, his teeth sinking into your flesh, biting only gently but enough to get a moan out of you.
"All of this just for me..." he spoke more to himself, but you couldn't help but to let your smart mouth win over.
"No really, I thought Jooheon might like thi-" he interrupted you with a harsher slightly stronger bite into your inner thigh, making you screech.
"Careful, babe," he warned you, "Just because you're my wife now, doesn't mean I'll go easier on you."
"Not even if I look all pure and innocent in white," you teased him with a smirk.
Kyun pushed himself up, slightly hovering above you again, "Especially not like this," without any warning, he pushed your underwear to the side and let his fingers glide through your slit, making you gasp and lift your hips off the mattress. "You know how much I love that," he whispered onto your lips, being close enough to kiss you, but doesn't. Instead, he goes back down on his knees, this time, his mouth finding the garter immediately, not waiting any longer, bit onto it and started gliding it down your legs, making your shiver.
With the piece of lace between his teeth, he stood back up, his fingers already working on the button of his pants, eager to get them off as soon as possible. His dick had been begging to be freed ever since he saw you just laying on the bed, your body beautifully covered in the white lingerie set. With him now only in his boxers, his white button-up shirt also found its way to the floor. Changkyun wrapped the garter around his wrist twice, making sure it wouldn't fall off. You were slowly starting to get impatient and decided to get your fingers underneath the fabric of your underwear, ready to pull it down when his grip on your wrists stopped you.
"You're keeping them on," he almost demanded, to which you bit your lip a little harder, trying to hide the smirk that was daring to spread. You could feel yourself getting clearly more excited, and he for sure noticed it too, knowing your body almost as well as his own.
His right hand brushed over your leg, up to your hip, holding in at your waist, "You got all dolled up, I don't want to ruin that for you," he quietly said to you, leaning down to place a kiss after another on your chest while his other free hand was on your inner thigh again, trailing up slowly.
"Kyun," you breathed out, getting more and more impatient with every touch of him, "Please."
He smirked into your neck, "Please, what?" With his right hand on your hip, the fingers of his left touched your core again, making you shudder and hiss through your teeth. You knew that he didn't need an answer, he knew exactly what you wanted, and he was more than ready to give you just that.
You felt his thumb circling around your clit, as his middle finger started playing with your hole, waiting just a little bit before gliding in completely. Slowly, he pushed his finger in, letting it slide out again, making you moan. It didn't take long for him to add his ring finger, which was now decorated with the silver band you had put on him earlier that day during the ceremony. The metal was cold, and just the thought of it being the jewellery that showed everyone he was taken (by you) made it that much more arousing.
His mouth was working on your neck, desperately wanting to mark you all the way up, but also knowing that you still had to show up to breakfast tomorrow morning, where almost the entire guest list from today would be waiting for you two. On one hand, the thought of them knowing what he did to you, made him hornier than ever, on the other hand, he respected your parents... the decision was tough. But then he remembered all the time he would have with you after tonight. More than enough time.
With his fingers gracefully moving in and out of you, while his thumb kept on stimulating your clit, and his lips on your neck and chest, you grasped tightly onto his hair, pulling it with every bit that you could feel yourself getting closer. Changkyun directed his kisses towards your face, kissing your cheeks, before finally reaching your lips. You moved in sync, devouring each other as you moaned into his mouth, making his erection grow even harder.
Only unregular breathing and wet sounds filled the room when you knew you wouldn't be holding on much longer. His hand moved just right, his fingers grazing along your walls, curving inside of you, hitting that spot just right, making you jolt, and him smirk in accomplishment.
"You can let go, babe," he whispered, "I can feel how close you are." Rilling you up just a tad more, hearing those words from him.
"Kyun," you whined, feeling your stomach tightening and him not speeding up, but keeping the same pace, only curling his fingers slightly more. Your fingers dug into his neck, making him groan when you released yourself onto his hand with a loud moan echoing through the room.
"There you go, that's right," he praised you, kissing your cheek and down your neck again, smiling to himself.
After a few more pecks across your chest, he got rid of his boxers and didn't waste much more time lining himself up with you. With you still panting, coming down from your high, he teased your hole, wetting his erection before sliding in, making you arch your back and find the sheets underneath you to hold on tight. Changkyun groaned at the feeling of you engulfing his length as he hadn't had you like this underneath (or on top of) him within the last few days, thanks to your friends who thought it would be a good idea to keep you guys apart before your wedding.
"Ah, fuck," he cursed underneath his breath, his hands placed on the back of your thighs, pushing them back, bringing your knees to your chest - he wanted to get as deep as he possibly could. His hips thrust into yours, making you moan as your fingers tightened their grip on the sheets, your nails digging into the material.
Kyun leaned forward, letting go of your legs, to prop himself up on his elbows as he kept his pace. You brought him closer by snaking your legs around his hips. Your fingers out some of the hair that had fallen into his face, behind his ears with a smile playing on your lips, watching him try to control himself as he pumped into you.
To kiss him, your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him down. This only lasted for a short bit as the two of you started breathing into each other's mouths, moaning and groaning at the pleasure. He removed your hands from his neck, pushing them down onto the bed to intertwine your fingers with his.
His thrusts became sloppier and deeper, hitting the spot he had stimulated with his fingers only a short while ago. You kept your foreheads together, eyes closed, letting the feeling of his erection pumping into your pussy be the only thing you concentrated on. The sound of him moving in and out of you was like music to your ears, accompanied by your moans and his grunts.
"Fuck," you breathed out, daring to look down, watching his cock disappear inside of you, coming out again, glistening in your wetness. He kissed your neck, "You sound so beautiful, babe, keep going."
"I-I'm close, Kyun. Fuck... so close," you made out in the bliss of your orgasm getting closer. That was all he needed to know, to push himself back up, releasing your hands from his, only to move them down your body. He held on tight to your hips, pushing them up, hitting slightly deeper into you with his dick, making you gasp. The new position had you arch your back and turn your knuckles white. Changkyun watched the little bop on your core pumping up and down in amazement, knowing that was his cock making you cry out loud.
"Jesus Christ..." he grunted deeply, his fingers tightening on your skin - you already knew that grip would leave a mark.
Your moans became more uneven, making you have to swallow for a second to try to steady yourself again, only to get flashed with the sudden feeling of your second orgasm rushing through your body. You screamed out loud, losing any sense of keeping yourself up if it wasn't for your husband's tight grasp on you. The familiar feeling of pressure and the need to release followed along with your high, and only a second later, you felt his cum shooting up inside you and him moaning loudly, throwing his head back, lowering your hips back on the mattress to pump himself empty. As soon as he backed out of you, with the intention of sliding back in, he was stopped by your cum, mixed with his squirting out of you when you were finally able to release the pressure that had built up inside of you.
Kyun smirked proudly, looking down at your wet pussy when he dared to raise his hand, touching your clit with his fingers, only for you to jump up, slapping his hand away, making him chuckle.
"Ooh," he cooed, coming down to kiss your cheek, "Is my bride a little sensitive now?"
"Bastard," you breathed out, rolled your eyes and slapped his chest, getting a chuckle from him. "Don't get too cocky," you warned him, still trying to catch your breath.
"Cocky? Me?" He wondered, laying down next to you. You nodded with a smile. "Can you feel your legs?"
"Huh?" You looked to the side, finding his eyes already on you. He repeated the question and you nodded, "Why?"
He pushed himself back up with a grunt and got back on his feet without a word. You watched him carefully when he suddenly grasped your hips tightly, turning you onto your stomach and bringing you up with one arm snaked around your middle. With your back against his chest, you breathed heavily, a smile on your lips.
"Then I have no right to be cocky. Yet." He whispered into your ear before you could feel his fingers on your pussy once again, making you throw your head back, resting it against his shoulder, giving him easy access to your neck and showing him you were ready for the next round. The next of many.
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Pov: Changkyun is your boyfriend and your streaks look like this…
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This Changkyun 🥵
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RM1526: Calculus II
Pairing: professor!Changkyun x student!Reader
Genre: College AU, Smut
Rating: M
Summary: “I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.”
Word Count: 2.6k 🤬 drabble my ass
Warnings: teacher/student relations, topless Kyun deserves a mention, marking, dirty talk, reader would do shots off his tats and it shows, choking, quick rough vaginal sex on a desk, one use of degradation, editing this at 3am with a mix of coffee and melatonin gummies in my system, mistakes were made
Inspired by this gif. Part one of my four entries for the Monsta X professor au series with @iibonniee who made the banner! If you love this, please shower her with love for me. This series is all her idea. I recommend That’s the Way Love Goes and Promise for reading.
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At this point, it was an obsession. It started as mild curiosity at first. Who wouldn’t want to know more about the pretty tattoo playing peek-a-boo on the sexy calculus teacher? It wasn’t as if you cared about the numbers and symbols on his whiteboard. But the way his forearm flexed as he flipped the marker between his fingers, slowly shifting his sleeve back to show the intricate ink was becoming its own religion. You only wanted to see it up close, maybe even ask who did it so you could go pay your respects.
But no.
“Hm, that’s too easy for you, Ms. ____.” Professor Im smiled and shook his head. “Come back to me when you get an A in my class.”
You were barely passing his class. Well, you were nothing if not determined when it came to stupid shit. You found a tutor and made it your life’s mission to master math Greek gibberish. By the end of the semester, you managed to get a fucking 92. It was time to collect your reward.
You had your grades printed off, hand slightly shaking as you stayed in your seat and waited for class to empty for the day. Did you need your phone? You should probably take a picture to show the artist if he tells you who did it. Ugh, but why wouldn’t they remember him or their work? Okay, maybe you wanted a souvenir for your hard work.
“You planning on sleeping here tonight?”
Your attention snapped to the professor where he stood behind his desk with his hands in his pockets. Today was his black turtleneck sweater day. You swallowed hard and got to your feet. “No!” You held up the paper as if he could see it from where he stood. You hopped down the stairs and came to a stop in front of his desk. “You said you’d show me your tattoo if I brought my grade up. I have an A now.”
His bored expression barely changed as he cocked an eyebrow at you. Oh, fuck. Did he forget? You didn’t think you needed to remind him along the way. Shit—
“I know what your grade is. Who else grades your work?” The tiniest smirk graced his lips before he took his hands out of his pockets. “Ah, now which one was it…” He looked between his arms then held one up. “I think it was this one.”
You sucked in air. “Wait, you have more than—”
He ignored you as he pushed back the fabric and revealed the holy grail. The flower was gorgeous, an intricate weave of lines that healed to perfection. You were drawn to it like a moth to his flame. He watched you come around his desk and even let you pull his arm closer for inspection. “You like ink that much, huh?”
“Sir, I happen to appreciate all forms of art,” you murmured as you traced the petals lightly with a fingertip. He shivered, but you ignored it, moving your focus to the shading of the stem and leaves. To his credit, he didn’t pull away.
He cleared his throat. “I got that impression over the past few months. You tend to stare whenever I roll my sleeves up.”
You felt your face flush as you froze and dropped his arm as if he’d burned you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Mmm.” He nodded. “Of course. Come on, time to go.” He gently pushed your shoulders, turning you towards the door.
“Oh, wait! Can I get a picture? I killed myself for this.” You reached for your phone. “I wanna get one done soon.”
“A picture?” He scoffed. “It’s not even the best tattoo I have.”
“It’s not?” You whirled around to face him. He was close, and it forced you to look up past his chin. “Can I see? Please? Please, lemme see it.”
His lips twitched as he looked away. “I dunno, Ms. _____. I’d have to take my sweater off.”
“I’m fine with that. I want to see it.” You reached for the hem of his sweater, but he caught your eager hands.
“I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.” The click of the lock echoed in the large room. “You can’t tell anyone I showed you either.”
Excitement buzzed in your veins like alcohol. “Your secret’s safe with me, sir.” You followed him back to his desk, where he gestured for you to stand in front of his chair. You obeyed his instruction. His large hands seized you by your waist and pressed you against the edge of the desk.
“You might want to be up here to see it properly,” he murmured. Well, he had a point. You pushed yourself up onto his desk without a second thought. He rewarded you with one of those rare true smiles. “Perfect.” He sat down in his chair.
“Does anyone else know about your tattoos?” You asked without taking your eyes off him. He shook his head as he pulled the slinky sweater up and off his body. Your brain instantly turned to mush upon seeing the various designs of ink on his chest and shoulders. His artist must have descended from Da Vinci himself. You made this weird squeaky noise that sounded like a mouse on helium breathing its last.
Professor Im ran a hand over his pecs, then stretched. “Okay,” he stood up and got mind-numbingly close, “be gentle with it. I get ticklish.”
You scoffed as he turned around. Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide and sparkly. You’d imagined all sorts of different designs on him. Something like this? Unthinkable, yet it suited him. Again, your hands moved on their own as you committed each detail of the three flowers to memory. “This is amazing,” you whispered.
“So is your touch,” he grunted. “Are you always this delicate with things you handle?”
Your cheeks heated up, and you bit your lip. “Would you like it if I poked harder?” You didn’t mean for it to sound that way, but once the words were out, you shrugged it off. A man with gorgeous skin and god-tier tattoos will do that to you.
What you didn’t see coming was his reaction. He stiffened for a second, as if even he couldn’t believe you’d be that bold. But then he backed up, all but shoving his back into your face. He gingerly brought his hands to your knees as if to steady himself as he perched his ass against the desk between your thighs. Did he think you wouldn’t lick his fucking tattoo right here? You honestly couldn’t tell if he was aware he was slowly driving you insane.
Two can play that game.
Keeping an eye on the side of his face, you splayed your hands out on his back and gently pressed your fingertips into his skin. His mouth opened a little. With a deep breath for confidence, you pressed your lips to one of the flowers wound around the blade going down his spine. The man jerked like you’d shocked him, but again he didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed your knees with a warning as he released a slow exhale. He might have mumbled something like “Don’t get fired, Kyun.”
You liked the idea of him fighting against doing whatever was going on in his head. You also liked playing with fire. “I’m surprised there are no scratches on your back.”
“Why would I—” He stopped when he caught on. “Ah. Well, it’s hard to scratch someone when you’re pinned down.”
The thought of being pinned underneath him, taking each stroke with his impossibly deep voice in your ear, was a heady one. You whimpered at the thought as your knees trembled with want. “Shit.”
He glanced at you over his shoulder. “You okay?” His concern was genuine, but it wasn’t like you could focus when he was massaging your legs. His hands were calloused and swallowed your calf muscles. You couldn’t help the way your mind immediately wondered what else on him was big.
“Yep.” You swallowed hard, trying and failing to push the horny thoughts away. “C-can I see the ones on your chest before I go?”
He made a noise somewhere between a hum and a moan before turning around without bothering to put distance between you. He arched his eyebrow, silently asking if it bothered you, but you were already reaching up to touch him.
His grip on your thighs tightened as he leaned into your touch. “Fuck,” he gasped, while his eyes fluttered shut. You tilted your head to the side, amazed at how he responded to every little thing you did. Your hands trailed from his chest to his neck. His eyes snapped open and focused on you with a look that made you sit up straighter. You instinctively tried to close your legs around his waist, barely aware of how you exposed your dirty thoughts and wants. Changkyun’s hands closed around your wrists and pulled you towards him as he leaned in close enough for your noses to touch. “You’re really testing my patience here.”
You felt the low rumble of his voice deep in your soul, your core, and knew if he asked you’d fuck him right then and there. “I’d never do that.” You pouted as you looked into his eyes and brought his hips closer. “I hate tests.”
There was a beat of silence before he spoke. “Tell me you want this, _____.” He spoke against your lips. “No misunderstandings.”
You moaned softly as you threaded your fingers through the hair at his neck. “I want this, want you so bad—”
Changkyun didn’t even let you get the words out. He devoured your mouth with a kiss so hot and wet your panties were ruined in seconds. The way he paid attention to every detail, from your lips to your tongue and even the roof of your mouth, left you whimpering with want while struggling against his hold keeping you from touching him. And you wanted that more than anything. Just to feel his skin and the raised lines from his tattoos under your fingers while he shivered.
When he got tired of exploring your mouth and nudged your head aside to kiss your neck, you were able to voice your complaints. “Please,” you pulled against his hold, “let me touch you.”
He chuckled before nipping at your throat. “Greedy girl, you already have. It’s my turn.”
You had to bite your lip to keep from crying out when he bit you again, this time harder. “Please, just a little bit more.”
His kisses trailed back to your mouth. “Sound so pretty when you beg like that, but keep it down. I don’t want anyone else to hear what’s meant for me.” He gently bit your bottom lip and slowly let it go. “Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” You nodded. He smirked and kissed you again as he laid you back on the desk.
“Can’t believe you’re a bad girl. On your professor’s desk spread out like this. Never would’ve thought.” His fingers caught the hem of your sundress and pushed the fabric up. Before you knew it, his fingers were exploring your pussy, caressing your folds, then parting them to dip a finger in. “Shit. I knew it. You’re gonna feel like heaven on my dick.”
Somehow, this kept getting better and better. Knowing he wanted to get inside you was all you needed to hear. “Oh, fuck yes.” You moaned quietly as you squirmed impatiently. He continued to tease you, sliding his finger in and out then adding another and finally a third. By the time he deemed you ready to take his dick, you were a mess, babbling as you rode his fingers chasing an orgasm he wasn’t willing to give just yet.
“Hands stay up here.” He pointed to the edge of the desk by your head. You grabbed it with both hands as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a condom. Then he pulled off some David Blaine bullshit by undoing his belt and pants with one hand while opening the condom then rolling it on. Any other time, you would have applauded him. He put one of your legs on his shoulders while stroking himself a few times. You felt him prod at your entrance, head teasing through your slick before rubbing circles around your clit. Biting the inside of your cheek was the only way to keep you from giving you both away. “So good for me…” he moaned as he pressed the tip inside.
You tightened your grip as your legs shook with each inch he fed you. By the time he was balls deep, both of you were sweating and shaking, whispering curses as you realized what feeling so fucking good meant for you two. Pussy so tight and wet. Dick thick and deep. This could never have been a one-time deal. Fuck. He squeezed the thigh on his chest and pressed a kiss to your knee.
“Gotta make this quick so I can get you somewhere softer, like my bed or couch.” He groaned as you clenched at his words.
“I’m not picky,” you said bringing your other leg to his hip and pulling him in deeper. “Backseat of your car will do.”
“Shit, I can see you making me pull over at least once.” He put his other arm under the leg on his hip and bent over, pushing your legs back towards your chest. “You’re sin with pretty eyes and a tempting smile.” He pulled out just enough to slam back in, immediately setting a fast and brutal pace. The angle was perfect, stimulating your clit while reaching deep enough for each stroke to brush that special spot that had you seeing stars. His lips came back to yours and he hushed you. Only then were you aware that your cries of pleasure were echoing. “Get me fired and you’ll be my cocksleeve until I find another job.”
“P-promise?” You smiled, happy when he grunted and nudged your head aside again and suckled a mark into your skin.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Spending every fucking minute stuffed with dick and screaming my name.” His strokes grew shorter as he put more strength into his thrusts. He let one of your legs go in favor of your throat, bringing your attention back to the flower on his forearm. His muscles flexed as he adjusted his grip to only apply pressure from the sides. “Look at you. You love being choked, too? You keep surprising me. Cum for me, baby. Cum so I can take you home and wear that pretty ass out.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. A few more rolls of his hips against yours, pelvis grinding on your clit, and you were gone. His arms moved to the sides of your head, hands gripping the desk alongside your own as he started pounding away. The poor desk tried to hold its ground but still ended up screeching as it scooted across the floor with his thrusts. Losing his footing threw off his concentration and within minutes he was moaning in your ear as he came.
When he stopped and rested his head on your shoulder, you brought your arms down and gently rubbed his back, giving him a little pat for a job well done. But he didn’t want that. He pushed up and pulled out, peeling the condom off and dropping it in the trash by his desk. He grabbed your hands and helped you sit up. “Let’s get out of here.”
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