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iibonniee · 6 months

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You Were Always Mine

Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: ex!changkyun, unprotected sex, creampie, impregnation kink, oral (male receiving), public sex

Rating: R

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: The two of them always had a game of cat and mouse. She was the mouse, and he was the cat. The cat never lets their pray get away.

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It only took three seconds after the clock on her phone hit 8:30 for him to walk in. It always felt like clockwork, and she felt like she knew him better than anyone. Her eyes were glued to his movements. How he stood at the bar entrance — not a single care in the world — showed that he was blocking excited patrons from entering. He had a goal in mind.

She was far too exhausted tonight to mingle in the crowd to run from his browsing eyes. She knew what his game plan was. After all, his messages on her phone swarmed like flies, ranging from passive-aggressive to downright semi-nude. He was a good fuck; she had to give him that much. But she knows that if she kept feeding him more and more, there would be no real reason to call him her ex.

But here she was, unmoving from the bar stool directly across the bar entrance. Her lips wrapped around the rim of her martini. She could always pick a different bar. She knew she should, but then that silly game of cat and mouse would continue. While it was fun, she had to admit his dick was always just too good to run from.

Whether it was fucking her or just in her mouth, why would she run from that?

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes, thankful the club music was just a bit too loud for the drunken girl beside her to notice. She should have known better than to dare to sit here. Was misinformation her ally or foe here? She could only imagine what ridiculous stunt he was going to pull next. His ideology seemed to be “bigger, bolder, more daring,” which drew her to him in the first place.

She allowed her arm to fall, each finger trailing down the stem of her glass, carefully spinning it around the coaster. A slight smirk grew on her face. She so enjoyed playing the role of the irresistible bait, as much as she hated to admit that much out loud. His predatory instincts made him even more appealing, his brown eyes often a shade darker in his approach, or perhaps it was the drink washing her worries away, clouds blurring her better judgment.

Should she leave, making herself out to be the elusive prey yet again? Or should she stay and match his boldness with her own? Tease, bait, invite - it was all just a dance she enjoyed too much. Each step, each swirl, was addictive and exhilarating. And each little private victory gave her the satisfaction, the validation she constantly sought.

Yet, she never considered herself the victim. No, her heart didn’t stand a chance in this battle of the sexes. Instead, she amused herself by laughing, both at her lack of restraint and at the nature of man, ever persistent in his pursuits. She realized that the line between attraction and addiction was easily blurred under the glimmer of the club’s neon lights.

Her eyes flicked up, and there he was, flashing his characteristic smirk the moment his eyes finally met her own, ready to play another round of their dangerously addictive game. She showed no such emotions back. Instead, she stood up from the bar, her eyes meeting his own once more before she snuck away.

In one swift motion, she managed her escape, mingling swiftly with the crowd, her sleek figure disappearing amongst the jubilant mass. Yet, her eyes never left his figure, her heart pounding in anticipation of the thrill that was to come. The club’s neon lights play a kaleidoscope on the glossy floor leading the path to her sanctuary - the girls’ bathroom.

Despite the loud club music drowning out any particulars, he could still sense her fleeting figure like a predator in tune with its prey. As interested spectators made space for him, he pursued, the constant smirk playing on his face, witnessing his confidence.

She slipped into the girls’ bathroom through the crowd, the feminine echo of laughter and chatter creating the perfect shield for her. Much like a safe haven, she sought refuge in its familiar tiles, the fluorescent lights glaring in sharp contrast to the club’s ambient neon.

Yet in the game of cat and mouse, they played, sanctuary was momentary. She knew he would wait for her to leave the bathroom. She watched as the drunken girls giggled their way out of the bathroom, and she was met with silence. Even in the comforting silence of the bathroom, she could discern the faint musings of the music that struggled to seep in - the bass of the clubs’ anthem pulsating in sync with her heartbeat. Her reflection stared back, eyes revealing a wild exhilaration that she was all too familiar with. The flickering neon light of the bathroom danced on her face, painting a beautiful paradox of vulnerability and intent.

Just as she was about to collect herself, the silence was broken by an uncalled disturbance. The metallic barrier that demarcated her sanctuary had been breached. A figure had entered, his silhouette speaking volumes of the audacity she had grown to enjoy. The trademark smirk, beautifully lit under the urban neon, revolted against the defined norms, entering the feminine haven that was the ladies restroom.

She watched as he locked the door behind him and leaned against him. His eyes never left her own, staring her down with pointed daggers ready to strike and cut if and when he could.

“This is the lady’s restroom, Changkyun.” She was the first to speak, leaning against the marble sink to keep herself up. The game of cat and mouse was about to end. Changkyun looked far too hungry to wait another moment.

“You enjoy this little game of ours, don’t you?” His voice was hoarse, his eyes darkened as he stayed unmoving. She watched as his eyes traveled over her body, then a groan left his lips. “You… you drive me fucking insane, Y/N. I can’t get enough of you. I want you all the time. It drives me fucking insane. I can’t even think about fucking someone else when I know I can just find you and just make you mine again. How much do you miss me?”

She watched as he pushed himself away from the door and slowly stalked towards her. His movements were slow but full of purpose and precision. He wanted to scare her and let her know that her running had consequences. His kind act was just a front for her to cave.

And she knew she would.

Her breath hitched when he stopped in front of her. His familiar scent filled her space way too quickly. His warm hand cupping her cheek was just the beginning, and she knew far too well what would unravel next.

“I missed you, baby. How much did you miss my cock, baby girl? I bet you missed choking on it,” He murmured, his fingers tracing her jawline almost affectionately. His voice was a husky whisper, so intimate in the hollow silence of the restroom. Yet, it held an undercurrent of dominance she was familiar with.

“No, I didn’t,” she retorted, voice steady despite her heart hammering against her ribcage. It was a lie, of course. It was all she ever thought about. Her witty response was her defense, a mesh of defiance wrapped around a soft core. She met his heated gaze, an open challenge, unyielding and defiant, resisting the fear that threatened to shake her nerve.

Yet deep down, she knew Changkyun had a way of teasing out her vulnerabilities. His brand of seduction was potent, a battle of wills in their dangerously addictive game of seduction and dominance.

His smirk grew at her response. It appeared almost predatory. He was aware of his effect on her, the tingle of anticipation he could evoke. Yet, he was wholly unprepared for the resistance she displayed.

“Oh really, baby?” His dark eyes gleamed under the fluorescent lights of the restroom, echoing his provocative sentiment. “You started this game… but remember, I play to win. Your lies won’t work on me.”

The tension between them was palpable, volatile, and invigorating. She watched as his soft expression changed. His gaze darkened, the softness replaced by a predatory gleam that quickened her pulse. The physical shift in his demeanor could have been attributed to the adrenaline pumping through them both. Still, she knew it was more than that. He tested her limits, challenging her as an opponent in this twisted game.

“On your knees, Y/N.” he commanded, the tone of his voice starkly contrasting with the tender caress that still lingered on her face. The words echoed around the vacant room, each syllable slicing through the thick tension hanging in the air.

Trapped by his magnetic gaze, she felt the words reverberate through her core. The audacious demand was invigorating. She looked up at him, her features calm amidst the storm. Here was the crucial turning point of their game - his bold demand met by her open defiance or willing submission. They both knew well this was no longer about power but about control. The bathroom’s fluorescent lights witness their complicated dance of seduction and resistance.

“Changkyun, we’re in the bathroom. A public bathroom.” She tried, but she knew her efforts were to be in vain. His dark expression remained unchanging. She knew his mind was set in stone.

“That didn’t matter whenever I would finger fuck you at dinner with the boys, now did it? Or may I remind you when I fucked you so hard in an alleyway I had to force you from screaming and drawing attention to us.” His retort hung heavy in the air, reminders of their previous dalliances now fuel to the fire.

Her blush was visible in contrast to her otherwise steady face, the memories he draped into words causing a familiar stir. Changkyun had the knack for commanding control, for bending the norms and creating an element of the forbidden in the most mundane.

“This time is different,” she said, maintaining her defiant gaze, an attempt to reign in the control she once had. A weak protest, it was more of a plea than an assertion. But by now, they both knew he had set the confines of this game.

“Is it, now?” He returned, a mischievous side-smile accentuating his smug satisfaction. “As far as I remember, our little games never had any boundaries.” His words were a challenge, daring her, making her question her own reservations.

“That was when we were together, Changkyun.” She shot back, knowing that her attempts would be futile.

“Who said we broke up? Baby, I don’t fuck anyone else but you. You’re still mine. All fucking mine,” He grit, his eyes a dark shade of brown. She shuffled where she stood, entrapped by his hands, pinning her between the sink and his body. “So, get on your fucking knees, Y/N, and suck my cock like a good girl. I have so much cum to give you.”

Reluctantly, or so it seemed, she complied with his demand. Lowering herself until the cold ceramic tiles were beneath her knees, she allowed herself to look up at him, a picture of mischief and provocation etched on her face. The scenario felt dangerously intoxicating, their reckless game wrapped in anticipation and cloaked by the silence of the restroom.

“You know, Changkyun,” she began, hands lightly resting on his thighs, her voice soft yet playfully taunting. “Even when I’m on my knees, I’m still the one in control.”

With the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows around them, she watched as his eyes never left hers. Now smirking, he tilted his head to the side, teasing her with his smirk.

“Let’s see about that.”

With a coy smile dancing on her lips, her fingers started their sinful journey up his muscular thighs. Her touch was feather-light yet powerful enough to make him shiver in anticipation. His breath hitched as he reveled in the seductive spectacle unfolding before him.

She met his gaze, her eyes swirling with a lustful cocktail of daring and desire. Lowering her head, she gingerly kissed the growing bulge in his trousers, her smirk never leaving her face, her eyes never breaking contact with his. The silence between them was thick with anticipation as she skillfully unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

Changkyun’s breath hitched as she delicately wrapped her fingers around his pulsating length, her touch bringing about an electrifying sensation that sent jolts of pleasure up his spine. She moved her hand up and down, evoking a raw groan from him that echoed in the room.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He groaned, his eyes trailing her movement. “My cock missed you and that filthy mouth of yours.”

The sight of him teetering on the edge, his face contorted with pleasure, was euphoric. It was her wicked game, and Changkyun was an eager participant. As she slowly lowered her head toward his trembling length, her eyes flicked upwards, catching his, a spark of victory igniting in her eyes.

She enveloped him with her lips, her tongue swirling around him in decadent exploration, savoring his taste. Changkyun’s grip tightened on the arms of the chair, his knuckles whitening at the acute pleasure ripping through his body.

Her actions became rhythmic, a sinful dance of her mouth on his length that had him gasping for breath, his fingers threading through her hair in a desperate effort to keep her close. The intensity escalated until he was a quaking mess beneath her.

“Shit, just like that baby girl.” His fingers curling in her hair, he gently but firmly redirected her movements, guiding her along his throbbing length. “Mmm, fuck. You take my cock so well. I knew you missed it.”

With each tantalizing swirl of her tongue, each decadent enfoldment of her lips around him, Changkyun found himself battling the convulsive waves of pleasure that threatened to prematurely bring him to his peak. He resisted the urge to close his eyes, preferring to feast on the sinful visual of her lips moving rhythmically on his arousal.

Her hooded eyes were locked onto his, holding an alluring blend of domination and submission. The delicious anticipation of her exploring his sensitive areas made him bite his lip, a husky groan emanating deep from his chest. The raw and animalistic sound-induced an irresistible vibration that traveled up his length, amplifying the pleasure.

The moist warmth of her mouth and the softness of her lips quickly drove him toward the height of his release. He could feel his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of her wicked expertise. He quickened his pace, gripping her lush hair more tautly as his body stiffened.

His pulse roared in his ears, his climax imminent. A guttural growl rumbled from his chest, warning her of his impending release. With a growing pride, she increased her pace, taking him deeper, refusing to break eye contact.

The sensations were too much. A strangled cry broke from his lips as his orgasm thundered through him, hot and potent, his body convulsing in waves of ultimate satisfaction. She did not break her rhythm until she had drained every last drop from him, swallowing his warm release with a provocative air of triumph.

Her sultry gaze and sensual smile curving her lips suggestively confirmed her control over his pleasure was absolute. His legs nearly gave out beneath him, but the victorious glow in her eyes was a sight he wouldn’t trade for anything else. Changkyun was indeed a willing captive in this lascivious game.

Catching his breath, he reacted swiftly, all prior tenderness replaced by a raw, primal desire. With a surge of strength, he pulled her up, his grip firm on her arms as he pivoted her to face the mirror. His smoky reflection locked gazes with her surprised one.

Forcefully, with little ceremony, he hoisted the hem of her dress, tugging it up until the fabric bunched around her waist. Her gasp was swallowed by the silence of the restroom as the cold air brushed against her bare skin. She clutched the edge of the sink basin, anticipation and a touch of apprehension igniting a flush in her cheeks.

“Look at us,” he murmured huskily, his fingers tracing electrifying paths on her thighs. “This is what control looks like.”

With the fluorescent lights casting a cruel, explicit glare on their reflections, the provocative reality of their position struck her. Yet, the intoxicating thrill that coursed through her veins at this lewd spectacle overpowered any semblance of regret or embarrassment. She was as much a part of this dangerous game as he was.

“I’m going to fuck you so good tonight Y/N. Everyone is going to hear you screaming my name. Shit, I might just put a baby in you.” He chuckled darkly, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Wearing my favorite underwear tonight, too. Did you give up on our game? Did you just want me to fuck you instead of running from me, princess?”

Changkyun nudged her underwear to the side with a swift and audacious motion. As his fingers danced provocatively at her edge, a sharp intake of breath hitched in her throat.

“Fuck you.” she managed to retort, her voice but a sultry whisper drowned in the ambiance of the echoing restroom.

His responding grin mirrored devilishly in the reflection, was her only warning before he claimed her defiantly. Their gasps echoed in unison, bouncing off the cold tiles, amplifying the intoxicating symphony of their game.

A plethora of sensations rummaged through her – from his roughened fingers leaving their memory on her skin, his breath falling erratically on her nape, to the decadent intimacy of his intrusion. Barely clutching onto the edge of the sink basin, she cursed under her breath, bucking instinctively as he thrust into her without warning.

He took her breath away, every maddening thrust deeply etched onto the canvas of her memory. Unraveling under his touch and pace, she was yet not entirely defeated. Turning her head slightly, she locked eyes with him in the mirror - a silent, sensual challenge reflecting in her eyes, never backing down from their addictive, reckless game.

“Shit-“She cried out, surprised at his forcefulness.

“What is it?” He grunted as his eyes met hers through the mirror. “You’re already fucking soaked. There was no need for foreplay.”

As the thriving tension in the restroom escalated, the one thing clear beneath the spell of the fluorescent lights was this: their dangerous game had just been taken up a notch, and neither of them was ready to lose control. Neither of them wanted to lose.

“Does it feel good?” he husked in her ear, pushing her body against the cool sink. Changkyun’s heated gaze met hers in the reflection once more, the lust burning in them enough to make the room feel like it was on fire. She whimpered in response, her body betraying her with a fierce shudder of ecstasy. The way he filled her so completely was almost too much to bear.

The primal connection between their bodies was amplified in the silence. The need that bound them together was raw, elemental, shattering the last vestiges of their restraint.

“Changkyun,” she gasped out, her voice filled with raw desire as she dug her fingers into his forearm. “Fuck…”

Her reaction drew out a throaty groan from him, some of his control slipping at the sound of his name coming out so sweetly from her lips. His pace quickened, the primal rhythm of their bodies blending into a symphony of sinful pleasure. Each deep thrust had her craving more, her body twisting and bucking in sync with his savage rhythm.

The sharp sting of her nails digging into her own fisted skin and her cries for more further fueled his desire. He caught her neck firmly, pulling her so that her back was against his chest, eliciting a choked gasp that sent tremors running down his length. Changkyun could feel her reaching her climax, and he pushed her towards the edge, provoking whimpers that escalated into throaty cries of his name.

Her release rippled around him, her body clenching and contracting in waves around his throbbing length. Sensing her sweet downfall, Changkyun followed suit; his body stiffened as his climax hit, spilling hotly inside her with a guttural groan. Her name fell from his lips as a reverent whisper, their shared pleasure echoing through the dark room.

In the end, they were both breathless, their bodies still locked together amidst the remnants of spent desire. His forehead rested against her back while she clung to the sink, her body trembling softly beneath him. As he pressed gentle kisses on her sweat-laced shoulder, Changkyun knew he had lost, lost himself entirely to the woman staining his every thought with her intoxicating presence. He couldn’t care less.

“All fucking mine,” he said, finally breaking the silence. He withdrew slowly from her, shuddering slightly at the loss of warmth. “Look at my cum dripping out of your greedy hole.”

His words caused her to shiver. She felt his cum leaking down her leg, leaving her to feel emptier than before. His audacious remark resonated in the silent room, part warning, part claim. She glanced down past their intermingled bodies, alive with the aftermath of their reckless abandon. The telltale evidence adorned her thighs, starkly contrasting her flushed skin. Heat pooled within her at the salacious sight, a realization of their actions reverberating through her.

“No more running, Y/N. You are mine.”

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purp1einmyh3ad · 7 months

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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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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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why not try?; I.M. x reader

request: for aquarius we will go with changkyun. key-points: friends with benefits, messy and unconventional, developing feelings but so far it’s more casual, it’s all borderline to something somehow

synopsis: what you have with changkyun is good... right? there's no need for anything more, is what you tell yourself as you go to bed with him. but you can't help but to seek out something sweeter in your limited relationship

a/n: this is just plot with smut because i felt like writing more plot-based stories... also i just love fried rice idk how many times i've written it into stories but i have cravings so

cw: reader has a vagina (otherwise it's gn), mentions of alcohol consumption, messy sex, fingering, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (although reader is on birth control and it is mentioned, but still - wrap it the fuck up), swearing, slight degradation, slight overstimulation

genre: smut, fluff, friends with benefits

word count: 3k

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The bar closes in ten minutes, but you've only just arrived. Your car keys hang from your finger, jingling as you walk, keeping them ready for when you use them just a few minutes later. As soon as you walk into the bar, you spot him. It is an uneventful and small place, so it's easy to find him. Changkyun is sitting by the bar, leaning his head on his hand. He looks tired and, lucky for you, not very drunk. As he locks eyes with you, he smiles, and you feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. You loved his smile, but it always hurt to see it. With one hand motion, you tell him the car is waiting for him outside. He gets up and walks over to you.

"Thank you, baby.", he says as he walks up to you.

He's slurring his words slightly, but you assume it's because he's tired and not because of any alcohol. His use of "baby" is definitely the alcohol, though. Endearments are something he never uses when he's fully sober. Not to you, at least.

"You could've taken a bus home.", you sighed and opened the door for him, "Or called a cab."

"But then I wouldn't get to see you.", he grins.

You don't say another word until you get to the car. Once you've shut the car door behind you and put on your seatbelt, you turn to him again.

"Your place or mine?", you ask plainly.

He pretends to be shocked at first, trying to make it seem like he that wasn't his intention when he called you. But you had been with him for too long to know exactly what he wanted.

"My place.", he said after some time.

"Next time at least tell me earlier.", you huffed, "I'm not a hooker."

"You don't have to come home with me if you don't want to.", he said softly, his demeanor changing completely.

You leaned your head against the steering wheel, trying to hide the embarrassment painted all over your face. In moments like these, you realized just how weak you were.

"No.", you started the car and leaned back, "I want to."

Changkyun's apartment was dark. It wasn't just the night casting a shadow over his home, his apartment was mostly decorated with black. It looked sleek, perfectly clean... cold. You were always cold in Changkyun's apartment.

He helped you shrug off your coat, leaving fleeting kisses on your shoulders that sent a shiver running down your spine. This was just fine for you. This relationship was fun, it was flirty, it was adventurous... everything a "non-committal" person like you could want. But recently, Changkyun left you wanting more. Maybe it was the way he had been treating you, carefully like you were made of glass. It could even be that he had started speaking to you differently - at least you thought so.

Either way, you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind as soon as he pushed you up against a wall. The kiss was hot, messy, and needy. Your arms wrapped around his neck to bring him impossibly close. His lips tasted of whiskey, and you were reminded that he must still be a bit drunk. You pulled away and looked at him. His pupils were blown out, his lips blotchy red, and his breathing was uneven.

"You're not too drunk, are you? I'm not having sex with you if you're out of it...", you muttered.

"I think I had maybe two glasses.", he admitted and pressed another lingering kiss on your lips, "Don't worry baby, I want you."

Baby. You couldn't decide if you loved it or hated it. But you had no time to do so anyway, as Changkyun started kissing down your neck. Not a single part of you wanted him to stop. So it pained you to push him away again, just so that you could grab his hand and lead him to the nearest surface - the living room couch. His hands worked quickly to discard both your and his clothes. With his hand behind your head, he gently laid you down on the plush cushions of the couch.

"I've missed this...", he groaned as he started kissing down your body, "I've missed tasting you."

A whine escaped you as he started nipping at the skin by your hip. Two of his fingers pushed against your clothed pussy, rubbing your clit through the material. Changkyun slipped down the couch to pull down your underwear. His upper body leaned on the sofa as he delved into your heat, his tongue running between your folds and his lips sucking your clit. A moan escaped your mouth, and your hands gripped at his black hair. As his fingers circled your entrance you urged him by pulling further on his hair.

"Please...", you whined, and his fingers plunged inside you.

The taste of blood flooded your mouth as you bit down hard on your lower lip. Changkyun groaned against you but kept up his pace. Stars dotted in front of your eyes as you were brought closer to your first orgasm. Involuntarily, your hips started stuttering. With his free hand, Changkyun held you down right between your hips. As his hand was there, he pushed down on your lower stomach. He grinned against you as your moans grew louder, your body feeling on fire. When you came, he let you ride it out over his tongue, and as he pulled away from you, a giggle bubbled up from your stomach. His hair was a mess, and his entire jaw was coated in wetness. The fingers that had been buried deep inside you, he brought to his lips and licked clean. While he was busy, you took to action and sprung onto him. His back fell to the floor as you straddled him.

"You gonna ride me, sweetheart?", he asked with a lazy grin.

"You bet.", you answered with a smile and connected your lips with his again.

The mixture of the metallic taste and your juices was strange, but neither of you cared. Pleasure clouded your mind as you let your lips wander his skin. At the same time, Changkyun was shuffling off his underwear.

"Are you still clean?", he asked.

"Of course.", you furrowed your brows at him, "Why?"

"I want to cum inside you.", he said in a cocky voice as his hands gripped your hips, "Want to watch it drip out of you."

"Is this because I told you I started taking birth control?", you chortled.

"Definitely.", he nodded and licked his lips, "But I'll get a condom if you want me to."

"No, no...", you shook your head and started moving your hips to stay over his, "Let's try it."

"Yeah?", his fingers excitedly thrummed against your skin.

You didn't answer. Instead, you took his cock in your hand and pumped it a few times before guiding him inside you. As you sank down onto his thick length you both let out a satisfied sigh. With your hands supporting you against his chest, you started grinding on him. Soft whimpers echoed throughout the room, and you leaned down to drown them out with a kiss. Changkyun gripped your ass and started sliding you up and down his shaft.

"You feel so fucking good.", he muttered against your lips.

The grip on your ass loosened as soon as you leaned back again. His hands were on your thighs, rubbing up and down, as you started bouncing. At first slow and experimental, then you quicken your pace. His hips start meeting yours. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin fills the room in between your moans and grunts. But soon you begin to grow tired, and your hips grow sloppy.

"Should I take over?", he asked, and you nodded - completely drunk off of his cock.

He pulls out and bends you over the coffee table. You wiggle your ass, waiting for him to put it back in. When he does you lean your bare upper body against the cold glass of the table. It stings against your burning skin, but it feels so good.

"You're gonna let me fill you up, huh?", he groans as he thrusts in and out of you, "I'm gonna fill that pretty pussy up."

His hands' grip on your hips is sure to leave bruises, but you don't care. And when his hand grips your hair and pulls your head back, you moan. Drool dribbles down the side of your mouth and you smile because your head is completely empty. The only thought is of Changkyun. One of his hands is in your hair, and the other wraps around your body to rub your clit - all the while he keeps sharply thrusting into you.

"'Gonna be a good cumslut and take it all?", he murmurs in your ear, "My little cumslut..."

"Yes... yours.", you breathe out between moans, "Please fill me up. Fill me with your cum- I want it all."

Your second orgasm is approaching quickly, and you start clenching around him. The moan that flies out of his mouth is what sends you over the edge. And as you're spasming around him, he cums inside you.

"I fucking love you...", he groans out.

Your heart almost stops beating at his words. He pulls out, seemingly unaware of what he had just said. And as he watches his seed drip out of you, he lets out another groan.

"So fucking pretty...", he whispers and pushes the cum that's dripping out back inside you.

For a moment you forget about what he said, as his fingers keep pushing in and out of you. He starts fingering you again, his cum spilling out between each thrust. It runs down your legs, but you couldn't care less. Your body presses against the table as his fingers curl against the spot that makes you see stars.

"Too much...", you pant.

"Just one more, baby...", he breathes out as his thumb starts rubbing against your overstimulated clit, "Give me one more, darling."

You moan out at the pet name, your eyes rolling back and your jaw hanging slack. Sloppy and squelching noises came out of you, and if you hadn't been so delirious, you would've felt the heat rise to your cheeks in mortification. It doesn't take long before you're cumming all over again, whining as he keeps rubbing your clit. He gently kisses your hip as he pulls out his fingers. When you turn around you do so clumsily, falling onto the floor with a thud. Changkyun's lips crashed against yours again, and your arms wrapped around his neck to keep you steady. Teeth gnashed against teeth, and many whimpers and whines were let out throughout the messy kiss. But you didn't want it to stop, you needed him closer to you. So when he pulled away, even if he looked like a beautiful mess, you felt your heartache. The intimacy was over, now there was only the friends part left of "friends with benefits". He helped you to his bathroom without another word and let you take a shower. You do so quickly, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

You're met with Changkyun's eyes staring at you when you step out of the steamy shower. He had waited in the bathroom. You step to the side and let him get into the shower. While he washed away any dirt and grime, you went to gather your scattered clothes. Your jeans and your shirt were just fine to wear, but your underwear looked less appealing to put on again. Despite wanting to, your plans of escaping into the night while Changkyun was busy in the shower were foiled. So you pulled the towel tighter around you and sat down on the couch, your clothes laying in a pile beside you.

The shower turned off, and you started to play with your fingers nervously. You could hear the shuffling from the bathroom. While waiting in the silence, you remembered what Changkyun had said before. Your heart started beating faster. It must have been a slip-up. He didn't really mean it. Right? The bathroom door opened, and your head snapped in the direction of the noise. Changkyun looked pleasantly surprised that you were still there. Usually, you would be gone by now. His hair was slicked back and still wet, although some strands of stubborn hair had fallen over his face. His towel hung low on his hips, and even though he had patted down his skin with the towel, there were still some droplets of water running down his chest - no doubt falling from his hair.

"I need to wash my clothes...", you said with a sigh.

"Ah... I'm sorry about that.", he took the pile of clothes from the couch, "I'll get it going right away. Do you want to borrow some clothes in the meantime?"

"That'd be nice. Thanks.", you muttered and looked in front of you.

A foggy print of your body was visible on the glass coffee table. Your eyes widened with horror. Changkyun had already walked away. In your nervous state, you grabbed a few paper towels and tried to wipe them away, as well as trying to clean up whatever had fallen on the carpet.

"I'll clean it up later, don't worry about it.", Changkyun said as he got back.

This felt strange. You had never stayed for this long before. There wasn't much to say or do after the deed was done. You and Changkyun were friends, but not incredibly close friends. The two of you had met through a mutual friend and the fact that you knew each other less made your sexual relationship easier. You didn't even know his favorite color. It was stupid, but you continued to find yourself being very upset about this.

"Does it always look like this?", you asked, "You know, after we..."

"Not always.", he said, "When we're in the kitchen it's definitely a lot easier to clean."

Changkyun was now wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Although you loved the view, you were glad that he had put some clothes on. It made it easier to talk to him.

"I'll go change.", you said and took your pile of clothes.

"Do you want to stay over?", he asked as you walked past him, "It's late, you shouldn't drive while tired."

You were sure your heart couldn't take any more. As you gazed down on your feet, you squeezed your eyes shut tight.

"I heard you say something before... I just need to know what that was about.", you mumble.

"Ah... you heard that?", Changkyun let out a sigh, "I'm sorry. I really don't want to complicate things for you. Honestly, I didn't mean to say it then."

Then. If not then, when was he going to say it? Was he planning to say it another time? Was he ever going to say it at all?

"You should go change- we can still talk about it if you want to... just go change first.", he said.

You nodded and walked toward the bathroom. With a pounding heart, your body slid down to the floor as soon as you closed the door behind you. It was cold, and it felt nice to cool down your scolding hot skin. The clothes he had lent you were just pajama pants and a hoodie, but it was just perfect for you. His clothes let you hide away. Covered in fabric, your body couldn't be viewed. It made you feel safe. When you put it on, you were immediately engulfed by his scent. A shiver ran down your spine. It was so impossibly wonderful to feel like he was constantly embracing you. There was a knock at the door, making you jump.

"Do you want to eat something?", he asked.

You were hungry, you just hadn't quite realized it yet. You said yes and thanked him. His footsteps faded away from the door. Getting up from the floor, you put on the rest of the clothes and then stepped out. Changkyun was in the kitchen, heating up leftovers in the microwave. You sat down on a barstool by the counter.

"Fried rice is okay, yeah?", he asked.

"It's more than okay.", you chuckled.

Changkyun hummed in response and put an already heated-up plate in front of you. As you ate, you watched Changkyun. He seemed tense, something that was an unusual look on him. You ate in silence, leaving the words that needed to be said floating in the air. Only as you pushed your empty plate away from you, did he speak.

"I meant it.", he mumbled, looking down at his plate.

You inhaled sharply. It is everything you've wanted for so long. But he looks so ashamed.

"I want you to know that I meant it.", he repeated, "And I know we said that we would stop if we got any feelings... but I didn't want to. I was being selfish and stupid, and I'm sorry."

Tears prickled in the corner of your eyes. He sounded broken. You've been wanting this, but you never wanted him to suffer. You put your hand over his hand, bringing his attention to you.

"You're neither of those things.", you said, "I'm... I think I've fallen for you too. I was scared because you seemed to be so calm about it."

"I wasn't.", he turned his hand around to intertwine your fingers, "Every time I see you I feel like something just knocked the air out of me. I didn't want to admit that I like you, but I do... so much."

A soft laugh bubbled up from your throat. You just couldn't believe that this could ever happen. Maybe you had been oblivious, or so caught up in your own thoughts that you couldn't notice him. Either way, this was happening now.

"Do you still want to stay?", he asked.

You didn't entirely know if he meant to stay the night or stay with him. But there was only one answer to both of those questions.

"Yes."

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imaginidol · 1 year

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POV: he keeps purple on him in one way or another because it’s your favorite color…

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lubbuub · 2 years

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11:42pm

a late night in the studio with changkyun took a quick turn, as you were now on your knees getting your pretty face fucked. his hands tangled in your hair as while he rolls his hips back and forth. tears forming in your eyes, occasionally gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat. your moans humming against his shaft sending vibrations through his body.

“fuck”

your hand massaging at his balls while you look up at him with the sweetest eyes. hallowing your cheeks to help him finish faster, speeding up his pace, you felt his dick twitching and the warmth spilling down your throat, swirling your tongue around his tip as you finish him off.

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sdtv159 · 2 years

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changkyun - monsta x

[ 🎧💭 ] : . ♥︎ moodboard changkyun 🍿

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kpopimaginings · 2 years

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Got My Number - I.M

A/N: I was listening to Got My Number and my brain did a thing, so I’ve written it down to share with you all!

Since dating Changkyun you had become close with all of Monsta X, to the point where you would hang out with them even if your boyfriend wasn't present. This was one such day, where I.M. was busy but you had decided to head to dorms anyway. You got on with the guys well and could happily joke around with them.

As you were talking, Jooheon snuck over to you.

"If you need someone," he started singing at you in a cheeky, flirty nature, "Who can love you while he's gone, baby, you got my number-"

"Yah!" you shouted, nudging him away with your elbow. "I'm no cheater, Lee Jooheon!"

He couldn't help but laugh a little at your reaction.

"Right answer!" Minhyuk chimed in.

You all fell easily back into conversation, moving on from the moment, when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you found a message from Changkyun.

'I love you'

You smiled as you typed out your response. 'I love you too, but where did that come from?'

The reply was quick, 'Shownu sent me a video' with an attached video of Jooheon singing at you and you shutting him down.

It was then that you realised they'd obviously set you up to see how you would respond.

'Just telling the truth,' you typed. 'Why would I need someone else when I have my Kyunnie xxx'

His next reply was simply a selca of his smiling face, holding out a finger heart towards the camera.

You saved the picture quickly, while smiling down at the screen.

"You're welcome," you heard Jooheon call over, acknowledging the happiness radiating from you.

"Shut up," you muttered, before pocketing your phone and rejoining the conversation.

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Im Chang Kyun (Monsta X) Ideal Partner Characteristics based on Tarot Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Crow Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body

Heart

Spirit

Soul

Time

Place

Full Name: Im Chang Kyun

Stage Name: I.M

Group: MONSTA X

Im Chang Kyun

(I.M - Monsta X)

Deck: Crow Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Body - Ace of Pentacles

Changkyun’s ideal partner is likely someone with clear eyes able to see all that’s possible for them. They’re likely to ooze self-esteem with every powerful step they take and they enjoy the finer things of life. They are likely to dress elegantly and prefer luxurious and high quality materials. They are well educated and enjoy events like ballet, opera, theatre. It’s likely they come from a rich and honourable family.

Heart - XIV Temperance

Despite their possible wealth, Changkyun’s ideal partner is no lavishly spending fool. They are likely a modest person with good taste and a kind heart. They are probably engaged in charity and helping the less fortunate ones regularly. They are aware of their responsibilities.

Spirit - XXI The World

Changkyun’s perfect match knows their place in the world and they are perfectly content and settled there. They are likely mature and have reached the point in their life where everything is in perfect harmony, running like Swiss watches and under their control.

Soul - King of Wands

Changkyun’s ideal partner is likely a born leader with a clear vision on how the world should spin. They’re team-oriented and will always listen to ideas of others and work for everyone’s benefit. They are likely to hold a leading position in a company or maybe running a business of their own. They are independent and have a strong persona with influence and popularity among their business partners and friends.

Time - Queen of Swords

Changkyun and his significant other are likely to meet through professional affairs. It’s likely Changkyun might seek this person’s service or expertise and get deeply impressed by them. It’s likely the spark is going to catch on fire on Changkyun’s side first. He might need to try really hard to win this person’s heart as they’re really settled down already and not searching for romantic adventures.

Place - VIII Strength

Considering the fact that Changkyun’s ideal partner has likely a home of their own, perfectly tweaked to their likings, they might be reluctant to move somewhere else with him. It’s more likely that Changkyun will move in with them and will have to slowly, gently and through compromising adjust the place to fit his needs and taste as well.

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stayatiny · 2 years

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Mine~

Jock Changkyun x Nerdy best friend

My Masterlist

Warning(s) - Slight yandere toward the end, a swear or two, dubious consent kissing/touching

“Oh my God, Changkyun, you were amazing out there.” I hear a girl say. I groan hearing it for the tenth time tonight. I watched him blush and smiled like always. He sees me leaning against the wall waiting for him. Changkyun looked back at the girls.

“Thank you.” The two girls turn to look at me then back to him. They grimaced.

“Are you going to the after party with the rest of the team,” one asked. They looked at him hopeful that they would get the chance to be close to him or maybe to even go on a date.

“I’m sorry ladies but with finals coming up I need to go study.” Changkyun took one last look at the girls before heading over to me.

“Sorry about that Y/N. You know how these girls are.” I let out a little sigh before going to his car.

“Yeah, but I don’t know why you still want to hang out with me. It maybe movie night but you can hang out with other people.” Saturday night was and has always been our movie night. It’s a tradition that’s gone back to when we were seven years old. He looked offended.

“I wouldn’t miss our movie night for some boring ass party. I also don’t want girls throwing themselves at me.” I smiled softly before climbing into his passenger’s seat. Changkyun got in the driver’s side. The engine roared to life. I messed with the radio while he was fastening his seatbelt. I fastened mine once I decided on a radio station playing soft rock.

“You know everyone in school is gonna start to think that we’re dating.” He kept his eyes on the road before briefly looking at me.

“What’s wrong with that, Y/N, it might get the twins in our math class to leave you alone.” I frowned thinking about the Choi twins. They were out to make my life a living hell since I knew Changkyun since we were children.

“Hey, don’t make that face it’ll get stuck that way,” he says as he pulls into his driveway. He laughed softly before shutting off the car.

“I don’t have to deal with them much longer. The semester ends soon.” Changkyun rolled his eyes, then getting out of the car. He grabbed his duffle bag from the back of the car while I grab my purse from the backseat.

We walked into the house seeing Changkyun’s parents on the couch watching some movie.

“Hey Y/N,” his mother says getting up from the couch then hugging me. I hugged her back.

“What are you doing here so late?” I looked at Changkyun’s dad.

“It’s our movie night, dad,” he says, then putting his bag into the laundry room.

“Oh yeah, I forgot it was Saturday. Well, you two have fun. I heard that new Marvel movie is pretty good,” he says before heading off to his bedroom. I kick off my shoes at the door and adjusted my leggings. Changkyun, unknowingly to me, was staring at my ass.

“So, what are we gonna watch tonight?” I broke his trance by turning around to look at him. He shook his head slightly before taking off his shoes.

“Well, there is that horror movie you’ve been wanting to watch or like dad said there is a new Marvel movie.” I headed to the kitchen while listening to him. I pulled down a bowl getting the popcorn ready. I knew this house better than my own. Well ever since my so-called mother ran off with another man and my dad worked almost 24/7, I stayed here a lot.

“It doesn’t matter what we watch. We mostly make fun of it anyway. There isn’t a movie that we haven’t made fun of.” He laughed. We headed off to his bedroom. I flopped onto his bed while he went and took a shower. I turned on Netflix while I was waiting.

Once I started up the water, the vision of Y/N’s ass in those leggings came back. My cock hardening in my shorts. I took a deep breath trying to think about anything else but how good her ass looked. I changed the water to cold in hope that it would help my raging boner.

I knocked on the door of the bathroom.

“Changie, mom wants to know if you want pizza?” I was looking at Instagram while waiting for him to answer. I hear the water shut off.

“Yeah, I do. Just order whatever.” I head back down the stairs to where his mom was in the kitchen. I know was probably going to spend the night since my dad was gone for the next two weeks on a business trip. I’ve already finished all my classes and exams for the summer. Collage was easier than I expected. It’s our first semester.

“What did he say?” I climbed on to the bar stool at the island before I answered her.

“Yeah, he does. I guess we’ll go with the usual,” I say to her. She finishes ordering the food on her app before handing me the money for the tip.

“I could have guessed but I didn’t want to assume.” I smiled. She gave me a hug before heading off to bed. Everyone thinking that Changkyun and I have a weird relationship. We were attached at the hip, but we were so different. I was a little nerd who likes fantasy movies and playing video games all the time, while Changkyun was the jock and the best at playing football in our school. Even through high school and our whole childhood were together. His mom and my dad, like us, have been friends since they were children. It’s how I met Changkyun.

“You two have a good night. I have an early day tomorrow.”

“Good night, mom,” I say, before giving her a small wave. I wait for the pizza to arrive when I see Changkyun come down the stairs just in grey sweatpants. I turn away from him looking out the window next to the door because I know that I could feel myself blushing. He settles his chin my shoulder looking out with me.

“Took you long enough,” I say then crossing my arms. He let out a chuckle before wrapping his arms around me, bear hugging me.

“I was really sweaty and needed to relax my muscles.” I could feel the muscles against me, they were hard but also a comfort to me.

“Yeah. You played well tonight,” I say wrapping my arms around his neck. He rubbed my back knowing that it was a good way to make me feel safe.

“The pizzas here.” I hear him say. I let him loose and opened the door. I traded off with the delivery guy then bringing the food into the kitchen. Changkyun had the plates ready to go and some sodas too.

“Go get the movie ready. I’ll bring the stuff,” he says, gathering stuff up. I nodded and headed to the bedroom. I settled on his bed like usual while he trailed behind me.

Once we ate and started the movie, I was hold Y/N since she was scared. I don’t know why she likes watching horror movies. Her warmth was a comfort. I loved being around her but as we’ve gotten older, I noticed how beautiful she really is. Her body was sexy, but she also had an amazing personality. I was staring down at her.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” I reach up to push some hair away from her face. She looked at me confused. I don’t know what came over me, but I leaned down kissing her. She tried shoving me away, but I held her tight to me to keep her from moving. Y/N kept trying to push me off, but I needed more. I grabbed at her shirt pushing my hands underneath it. She gasps feeling my cold hands on the bare skin of her stomach. She grabs at my wrists trying to get me to stop. I finally pulled away from her lips.

“Why are you stopping me Y/N,” I ask, still holding her waist. She wiggled trying to get away from me.

“I wasn’t expecting you to kiss me nor trying to get under my shirt.” She was blushing. She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed.

“You know that I like you, right?” Her eyes widen. She tried moving away again.

“Aw Changkyun. I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same way about you,” She says, looking sad. My heart shatters. I need her to be mine. I know that I can’t force her but fuck it I’ll do anything to make her mine.

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iibonniee · 6 months

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All Eyes on Her

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader x Hyungwon x Kihyun

Genre: Smut

Warnings: foursome, oral (fem and male receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, facial, masturbation, cum eating

Rating: R

Word Count: 7.2k

Summary: There was only so many ways to piss off her roommates. Going out without their knowledge was the top of that list

Masterlist | Tags: @beautifulworldandmore @kyunnielove @iamkyunie @doveslittlekpoparchive @dessianna1

(huge shoutout to @spacequokka for the proof reading and hype!)

The city was ablaze with Halloween spirit; twinkling orange lights adorned every lamppost while smiling pumpkins stared down from each window. The usual humdrum of the city had morphed into a chorus of high-pitched laughter and teasing catcalls, echoing against the walls of the high-rises.

Amidst the crowd of excited buzz and anticipation, individuals wander with faces hidden behind masks, from classic vampires to slutty nurses, each strutting their raunchiest and most creative costumes. There was an electrifying tang of mischief and lust in the air, the boundaries of common decency momentarily put at bay with the scapegoat of horror-themed revelry.

Skimpy witches revealing a little too much ‘hocus pocus,’ flirtatious vampires showcasing more than just their canines, and provocatively dressed devils smirking at their sinful antics sauntered down the bustling streets, their laughter rising into the chilled air. While the cityscape was a treat, the people were the spectacle under the Halloween moon.

A palpable excitement fizzled through the crowd as they flocked towards the city’s center, where grand parades, Halloween parties, and bars offering dangerously potent ‘witches brew’ awaited them. The chilling thrill of Halloween quickly ignited into a fiery celebration, prophesizing a night of reckless abandon and racy encounters.

As the night fell, the city became the perfect playground for these supernatural imposters, ready to indulge in their darkest fantasies. The ‘trick or treat’ didn’t concern candies anymore, and the only spell that mattered was the intoxicating stimulant of the night - wild, wicked, and wonderfully suggestive.

As if on cue, the city’s heartbeat quickened, mirroring the palpable pulse that thrummed through the mingle of Halloween revelers. Y/N, lost in the sea of provocative costumes and devilish laughter, somehow managed to weave through the boisterous crowd. Three of her friends, who had decided to venture into the night together, barely noticed her sneaking past—such was the intoxicating allure of the Halloween spectacle.

Y/N took a hasty gulp from the mysterious concoction in her hand, the ominous label of ‘witches brew’ at the bar only fueling her adventurous spirit. Its potent ingredients quickly washed over her, a familiar haze clouding her vision. The alcohol warmed her veins, the heady sensation making her limbs feel heavy yet oddly cheerful. At the same time, the crowd around her swayed like an intoxicating dance of shadows.

Pumped up on the adrenaline and the dangerously potent brew, she felt bold and invincible. She was just another face hidden behind a risqué costume, seduced by the promise of reckless abandonment. Embracing the night’s madness, she let herself be swept up in the waves of laughter and playful catcalls.

Her world was spinning, the city lights blurring to form endless streams of orange and black. The pounding music from nearby parties became a pulsating rhythm in her chest, the enticing beat luring her further into the night’s embrace. The roommates, the rules, the norm – everything that caged her was forgotten, lost in the hedonistic pursuit of a Halloween adventure. Y/N was perfectly adrift in the Halloween ocean, ready to plunge into whatever wickedly delightful encounters the night had in store for her.

Suddenly, the buzz of her phone broke through the symphony of raucous laughter and pulsating music. Fumbling in her small purse, Y/N retrieved her disobedient phone, squinting at the sudden bright light. The screen displayed a flurry of messages, quickly piling up from her roommates, who had noticed her absence.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

“You’re not at the apartment!”

“Weren’t you feeling unwell? Where did you go?”

Their messages were tinged with worry and mild reprimand; they hadn’t expected her to ignore their advice and dive into the wild tangle of Halloween nightlife. At any other time, a pang of guilt might have washed over her. But tonight, under the spell of intoxication, cloaked in the stringency of her risque costume, Y/N felt free, audaciously untamed.

With a dismissive laugh, she typed a quick, vague reply: “I’m out; don’t worry. Just embracing the night.” Before the incoming reply could pull her to reality, she silenced her phone and shoved it back into her purse.

Reality and its naggings could wait; tonight was all about stepping into a world of fantastic desires. Drowned in the seductive whispers of the festival, she allowed herself to be adrift in the giddy ocean of celebration.

Her roommates, their well-intentioned rules, and worrying had no place here. As she moved deeper into the city’s pulsating heart, Y/N felt an exciting sense of freedom. She was alone - lost yet freed, intoxicated yet in control. Redefining the limits, she plunged further into the intoxicating fervor, ready for whatever wickedly delightful encounters the night had in store.

Y/N drank in the freedom. She was free from Kihyun’s alert gaze, constantly scrutinizing those who dared enter her personal space. There were no towering presences of Hoseok and Hyunwoo, ready to scare off any potential troublemakers, no Minhyuk lingering around her ‘just in case.’ Minhyuk, Kihyun, and Hyunwon, who had decided on a quieter night in, were far from the raucous festivities of the city center.

Meanwhile, Hyunwoo, Hoseok, Jooheon, and Changkyun were lost in their own adventures, leaving Y/N to navigate through the irresistible maze of the night, undisturbed and unhindered.

For Y/N, this was uncharted territory - exciting, intoxicating, and filled with an array of wicked possibilities. The Halloween spirits danced around her, caressing her senses and painting her vision with a tantalizing kaleidoscope of adventures. Echoed chuckles, flirtatious banter, and enticing rhythms led her deeper into the city’s pulsating heart, where the intoxicating fervor of Halloween was brewing at its peak.

Unrestrained and unhindered, she was lulled by the siren call of the city’s enchanting revelry. Her senses were filled with the intoxicating allure of the night, promising a treasure trove of wickedly delightful experiences beneath the Halloween moon.

The unplanned glamour of the night, free from the watchful eyes of her roommates, offered Y/N a wild freedom. With each heartbeat matching the risque rhythm of the Halloween sway, she was ready to hitch a ride on the Halloween roller-coaster and let it take her wherever it wandered.

The club was inviting, a beckoning call for anyone who dared to enter. The line was long, a promise of fun if the wait would be granted. Her eyes followed the crowd of drunken and giggling bystanders laughing at anything and everything. Halloween always felt like a night to let loose.

As Y/N stepped into the disorienting embrace of the club, she found her way to the bar, ordering drinks that fizzled and popped in neon hues, mirroring the hedonistic surge running through her veins. She allowed herself to get lost in the pulsating music and the intoxicating drink in hand, her worries slowly dissolving in the pounds of the bass.

Suddenly, amidst the crowd, she noticed a figure moving towards her. The male was dressed as a Kingpin, with a playful smirk and an inviting gaze; he made his way through the crowd. He perched onto the stool beside her, his overwhelmingly charismatic charm barely concealed. He began to flirt, his words a mix of praises and playful banter, aiming to enthrall and captivate.

Her intoxication amplified the already intense charm radiating from him. Her defenses lowered and her guard down. And just like that, a potentially dangerous scenario was painted; Y/N’s actions were guided by the impulsive rush of alcohol, the stranger’s intentions hidden under the playful banter, and the unforgettable night carrying on its unpredictable stride.

“And what are you supposed to be?” He finally asked the burning question. His smirk never left his face as she realized the alcohol had taken over him. “You have been driving me crazy.”

“Well, tonight, I’m nobody. Just here to enjoy the night,” Y/N slurred, her voice full of alcohol-induced delight. The man chuckled, introducing himself as Jungkook with a voice as smooth as the whiskey she held in her hand.

Jungkook, moving even closer to her, whispered playfully, matching her audacious tone, “Then nobody, you sure know how to attract attention.”

Caught in Jungkook’s entrapping charisma, Y/N was further intoxicatingly entertained by his flirtatious banter. The room was spinning, the colors merging into one, and the sounds became a distant echo. She was, however, rudely brought back to reality by a distinct, familiar voice slicing through the music.

“Y/N, have you lost your mind?!” Kihyun rushed towards them and, with a swiftness that misrepresented his anger, placed himself between her and Jungkook. The fury evident in his voice and expressions was enough to bring the room’s spinning carousel to a jarring halt. As he forced her to stand, he physically distanced her from Jungkook, the lingering intoxication started wearing off, replaced by the chilling realization of her actions. Despite the immeasurable confusion, one fact was clear: the night was far from over, and it wouldn’t be easily forgotten.

“Kihyun?” She gasped suddenly, aware of her roommate’s presence. The more time that had passed, the more she realized that Kihyun had turned his attention to Jungkook.

“Isn’t she a piece of work?” Jungkook muttered to Kihyun, utterly unfazed by the tension. His words, intended to provoke, met their target. Kihyun’s glare intensified, his body stiffening as he towered over Jungkook.

“Y/N isn’t here for your amusement, Jungkook,” Kihyun retorted, the sharp tone of his voice owning the immediate space around them. “So I suggest you fuck off.”

Despite the rising conflict, Jungkook merely smirked, goading him further. “Oh, she seemed pretty amused just now, didn’t she?”

Those words threw Kihyun over the edge. “She’s had enough for the evening, Jungkook. This is your only warning. We both know your track record here so station your charm somewhere else before I forget about my respect for this place.” threatened Kihyun, his voice dangerously low.

Caught between the tension of the two, Y/N was jolted to sobriety, the remnants of her euphoria fizzling out, replaced by the harsh reality and an all too familiar sense of worry. The flare in Kihyun’s eyes made her realize this wasn’t simply about an overprotective friend; this was about something much more tangled, their past colliding with the present all at once.

“Kihyun…” She tried, only to be shot down once she noticed how his glaring eyes snapped back to her. Once she realized that he wasn’t going to calm down, she sucked in her breath, wishing that the alcohol that was mixed in her veins didn’t wear off as quickly as it did.

Ignoring her meek attempt to interject, Kihyun fixed his glare back on Jungkook. “This isn’t a joke, Jungkook. You are crossing a line here,” he hissed, making his irate state clear to everyone in their immediate vicinity. “Keep trying stupid shit, and I promise you, you won’t like what comes after.”

Unfazed, Jungkook laughed, “Seems like somebody needs to chill a little, hey Y/N?”

Before Y/N could even open her mouth to respond, Jungkook, sensing the opportunity to further provoke Kihyun, chimed in again, “You better keep her close, Kihyun. Or she might just end up in my bed next time.” With that, he chuckled, the sound echoing loudly in the otherwise noisy room. “Can’t let a beautiful thing like her out of your sight.”

Kihyun’s glare turned into a furious stare, and without another word, he shoved Jungkook back. The force surprised those nearby, and a hush fell upon their immediate surroundings. “She is not an object to be won,” Kihyun growled menacingly. “So I suggest you watch your tongue.”

Turning back towards Y/N, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the exit, leaving a smirking Jungkook and stunned spectators behind. The drive back home was tense, with Kihyun’s anger still palpable.

He picked up his phone and dialed their housemates, recounting the night’s incidents in a heated tone. Throughout it all, Y/N sat quietly in the passenger seat, sipping her water and coming to terms with the night’s unsettling revelations.

As Kihyun began retelling the happenings of the night, his knuckles turned white, gripping the steering wheel with such intensity it bellowed of his still simmering rage. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he tried to tell the story.

“She was in a bar on the other side of fucking town. Jungkook was there being a fucking pest and snuggling up to her as if he knew… Y/N you should know all the shit he’s done.” his voice trailed off, replaced by a bitterness Y/N could taste even from her spot in the passenger seat.

With every grumbled sentiment and colorful adjective, Kihyun painted Jungkook as the embodiment of disrespect and insolence. His rant was punctuated occasionally by his grip tightening on the wheel, each outburst coinciding with a particularly vehement part of his tirade.

Y/N could only sit silently, absorbing his anger and the weight of his words. Despite the anger directed towards Jungkook, part of her couldn’t help but feel the sinking sensation that she was also to blame. As the car moved steadily along the deserted roads, the silence stretching between them threatened to unveil the underlying issues she was trying to avoid.

Once they arrived at the apartment, its comfort was replaced with an atmosphere of stark disappointment. Waiting for them, Minhyuk and Hyungwon looked up, their faces filled with concern and evident disapproval. She shivered at their piercing gaze, shying away and trying to make herself look small as Kihyun told the two the story of what happened once more.

“Jungkook acted like he’d won a prize, treating Y/N as an item,” Kihyun informed them, his words laced with biting contempt as a tearing anger shook his voice. Turning his frustrated gaze on her, he didn’t hold back. “You played along. You laughed at his indecent jokes, making him believe you enjoyed his attention. It was crude, Y/N, and you seemed to revel in it,” he accused, the hurt evident in his tightened voice. “Tell me, what was that?”

Y/N felt a wave of guilt crash over her as she caught Minhyuk and Hyungwon’s piercing stares - they held the same disappointment that Kihyun had vocalized. She took a deep breath, opening her mouth but quickly shutting it once she realized all she would spill out was utter lies.

“If you want to behave like a whore, getting passed around as if it’s a game, we can ensure that it becomes your reality.” Kihyun declared, his tone filled with an unexpected, unsettling fury.

Against the attack of bitter accusations, something unexpected stirred within Y/N. It was not the guilt or the shame that was meant to follow such a degrading tirade - instead, it was a thrilling heat. His words, cruel and harsh as they were, sparked an intensity within her, a reaction she was struggling to understand, much less control. As Kihyun’s bitterness continued to pour, Y/N felt the bizarre feeling twist, churning into a strange form of excitement. His anger and dominance somehow translated into an unlikely stimulus, opening the door to a place within herself she had never explored before.

Sensing the change in herself, Y/N found an odd sense of power, soaking in the scorching onslaught of accusations, transforming them into fuel for her unexpected defiance. Gathering her courage, she responded to Kihyun’s hostility with a cheeky retort that completely derailed him.

“Is that a threat…or a promise, Kihyun?” she bit back, a hint of rebellion dancing in her eyes.

The bold question hung heavy in the silent room, thick with growing tension. Kihyun’s eyes widened at the unanticipated challenge, soon replaced by a dangerous glint. He tilted his head, studying Y/N’s transformed demeanor. This was a side of her he had never seen, and despite the initial shock, the intrigued in him woke up with a start. An unsettling thrill slowly replaced his initial anger, and a surge of desire began to cloud his judgment.

Y/N’s snide retort might have ignited another wave of anger. Still, this time, it was mixed with a spark of unexpected exhilaration that was impossible to ignore. The air between them crackled with an unspoken challenge, a brewing storm that promised a level of intensity neither had experienced before.

“Okay then, let’s see how long you’ll last playing this game,” Kihyun drawled darkly, his voice promising dangerous games.

As Kihyun commanded Y/N to step towards him with a finger, his intimidating aura took over the room. There was a silence as she walked over, her gaze steady, accepting his challenge. Stopping before him, he wordlessly turned her around so her back was against his chest. He slowly brought his hands up to her body, his touch causing her to instinctively hold her breath. His hands lingered at her waist for a moment before sliding upwards at a dangerously slow pace.

Her eyes involuntarily flicked towards Minhyuk and Hyungwon. Seeing their intense gazes upon her fueled an unusual thrill, a sense of being wanted. Kihyun wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other began to explore, his fingers drawing lazy circles on her exposed skin. The room was filled with an electrifying tension as the three men watched Y/N, her expression reflected in their eyes.

Y/N could feel the heat of Kihyun’s breath against her neck and the hardness of his body against her back. It was a power play, and she decided to call his bluff. Biting her lip, she leaned her head back on Kihyun’s shoulder, meeting his eyes with a challenging gaze. She was playing with fire, but it was a game she was willing to partake in. The anticipation, mixed with the exhilarating thrill of the unknown, had set the room ablaze, rapidly igniting a spark that promised of a rough encounter.

“Look at them,” Kihyun’s command was a whisper against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Obediently, she turned her gaze towards Minhyuk and Hyungwon, who had been quiet spectators until now, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and desire. “They look so hungry, don’t they?”

Kihyun’s arm snaked around to her front, his hand beginning to explore her upper body. His touch was electrifying, sending an adrenaline rush through her veins, her body tingling in response. As his hand found her breasts, Y/N couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, her body instinctively arching into his touch. He smirked at her reaction, his ego stoked by her enjoyment of his touch.

“You love being the center of attention, don’t you?” he asked, a teasing edge to his words. His hand continued to deftly manipulate her breasts, and her breath hitched, an undeniable wave of pleasure washing over her. As Kihyun’s skillful touch continued to stir her pleasure, Y/N’s mind surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, forgetting everything else at that moment.

“Just say the word Y/N, and tonight we will break you.” Kihyun’s words were a dangerous promise, a challenge that sent the room into a heart-stopping silence. The power dynamic had shifted, the game reaching a new, intense level. Shared glances between the men and Y/N exchanged mutually understood messages; Tonight would not be easily forgotten.

Kihyun’s lingering touch and tempting words sent an intoxicating thrill through her, a promise of untamed pleasure hanging heavy in the air. She cast a glance toward Minhyuk and Hyungwon, meeting their greedy gazes. The twin flames of desire flickered in their eyes, igniting a fever within her that she hadn’t known was dormant. Their intense scrutiny was intoxicating, stoking the blaze within her even more.

“Do it,” she agreed, her voice barely a whisper, yet holding a firm resolve. Her trembling response only fueled their anticipation further, every muscle in their bodies tightening in anticipation of what was to follow.

“On your knees, Y/N,” Kihyun commanded, his voice as compelling as the predatory glint in his eyes. A wicked smirk pulled at the corners of Kihyun’s lips. Conveying a silent command, he gestured towards the floor. The smirk on his face was a stark acknowledgment of the havoc his words were wreaking, coupled with the genuine understanding that tonight, they’d dwell in a world where they would embrace their most primal desires. “Tonight, you are ours. You did consent to that, no?”

All three of them watched as she nodded her head almost too eagerly.

As if spellbound, she carefully lowered herself onto her knees. The harsh reality of the cool, hard floor beneath her did nothing to dampen the electric energy surging in the room. Minhyuk and Hyungwon now circled around her like predators, their eyes shining with an insatiable hunger.

Minhyuk was the first to crouch down before her. His fingers traced a gentle path across her face, his tender touch contrasting starkly with the wicked gleam in his eyes. His hand curled into her hair, the sudden firm grip causing her to gasp. The sweet smile he had been wearing morphed into a wicked grin that promised sinful delights. “Who would you like to choke on first, darling?” His voice held an ominous edge, setting her heart pounding.

“Remember, Y/N, this is your punishment,” Hyungwon chimed in from her other side, his voice burnished smooth like whiskey. His reminder echoed ominously around the room, a reminder of her indiscretion. His comment hung in the air, heightening the sense of control and dominance they collectively held over her.

A moment of suspense hung in the air as she glanced from one face to the other, her eyes flickering with evident desire. Considering the inescapable thrill of the situation, Y/N finally decided, her gaze landing on Minhyuk. The choice was apparent in her answer, said in barely more than a whisper, yet it echoed deafeningly in the silent room.

“Minhyuk,” she finally spoke, watching as his wicked grin turned into a victorious smirk.

Minhyuk’s victorious smirk transformed into a look of unmasked desire, his nimble fingers working to rid himself of the confining fabric of his pants. His impressive length was now on full display, the sight making Y/N’s breath hitch in her throat. The intoxicating mix of trepidation and excited anticipation sent shivers down her spine.

Just at the edge of her periphery, she witnessed Kihyun and Hyungwon seating themselves comfortably. There was a predatory glint in their eyes as they prepared to be spectators to the sinful show that was about to unfold, their heated gazes soaking her in anticipation. Their dangerous looks only served to fan the flames of her desire, the weird sensation of being watched expanding the inner tumult of pleasure.

Minhyuk stepped closer, his length brushing against her lips, the sinful sight igniting an unquenchable fire within him. A moment’s hesitation was all it took before she opened to accept him, wrapping her warm mouth around him. The room was charged with electrifying energy, the sensation of her mouth coupled with the tantalizing sight of Y/N on her knees, pushing them all towards a precipice of exciting danger.

The moment Minhyuk made contact, her lips gracefully glided across his length; the wet warmth of her mouth contrasted with the cool air around them. His self-restraint wavered on the edge as she leisurely explored him, testing his patience with her tantalizingly slow pace. Low groans echoed in the room as she assuredly consumed him, each movement of her head sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hands glided through her hair, occasionally tightening their grips, eliciting a suppressed whimper from her, which only served to drive him further toward the brink of self-control.

Hyungwon and Kihyun, absorbed by the spectacle before them, their eyes never strayed from the sight. Their hands moved in rhythm with Y/N’s head, each stroke perfectly mirroring her pace, fueling their own pleasure. The sight of her submission, combined with the sinful sounds echoing around them, only heightened their arousal.

Hyungwon’s low moan, almost a growl, gave voice to their shared pleasure, “Such a filthy sight... You’re swallowing him whole, aren’t you, Y/N?”

Kihyun chimed in with a barely suppressed moan, his hand strokes hastening, “So eager to please. Don’t take it easy on her Minhyuk. Don’t forget what she did tonight. If she was sucking my cock right now, she’d be choking on it. Begging for some mercy.”

As the room was filled with a symphony of soft groans and heavy breaths, Minhyuk, caught up in the heady sensation, smirked down at Y/N, his fingers tangled in her hair as he began to set a relentless pace. The sudden change from her leisurely rhythm made her choke slightly, her gag reflex pushing against him, only serving to ratchet up his pleasure.

“That’s it,” he muttered gruffly as he thrust himself into her mouth, the debauched sounds of his pleasure punctuating his words.

Running his fingers mercilessly through her hair, the grip tightened with every movement, forcing her to take him deeper. His hips jolted forward, each forceful push revealing an aggressive side that contrasted with his initial tenderness. His lust-filled eyes bore into hers, pushing her beyond the limits of her endurance.

Meanwhile, Kihyun and Hyungwon were driven wild by the sight in front of them. Their hands stroked themselves faster, each sound from their lips only serving to encourage Minhyuk further. Overcome with the decadent sight and the symphony of heavy breaths.

Hyungwon couldn’t help letting out a few words meant to provoke the situation further: “Can she take it? Minhyuk, don’t you think you’re being too kind to her?”

Echoing Hyungwon’s sentiments, Kihyun added, biting back a groan, “Absolutely, don’t forget she needs to be taught a lesson. Treat her like the whore she’s been tonight.”

Their words filled the room, the thrill coursing through them as they watched Y/N’s resolve being tested under Minhyuk’s forceful pace.

In response to Hyungwon and Kihyun’s provocations, Minhyuk’s smirk deepened. His predatory gaze met Y/N’s eyes, noting a flicker of uncertainty mixed with arousal, which only spurred him on.

He tightened his grip on her hair, tugging her closer to him, “She can take it, can’t you, darling? Show them.” he muttered, the roughness of his voice contrasting with the one she had initially known. “I bet you fucking like this.”

With a sudden surge of force, Minhyuk drove himself deeper into her mouth, his rhythmic thrusts growing more persistent, setting a punishing pace that left her gasping and choking. Each guttural groan he released seemed to echo in the room, amplifying the tangible tension and anticipation amongst them all.

“She’s doing so well, isn’t she?” Minhyuk taunted, his voice dark and laced with raw arousal, not missing the way both Kihyun and Hyungwon’s hands moved faster in response.

The sight before them was driving them both to the edge, their self-induced pleasure heightened by the sinful scene being played out before them. Unable to resist, Kihyun added fuel to the fire with his provocative words, “See how well she takes you, Minhyuk? Remember, she’s ours tonight.”

Hyungwon, feeding off the growing intensity, growled, “Make her choke, Minhyuk. Show her what happens when she misbehaves.”

Their husky commands were a stark reminder of the intense night that was still to unfold, their words echoing ominously in the room, winding the heat and anticipation to an unbearable pitch. Minhyuk, lost in the sensations coursing through him, only smirked in response, disciplining their shared toy in the way they all craved.

Just as Minhyuk was wavering on the edge, on the verge of surrendering to the pleasure, he abruptly pulled back, leaving Y/N bereft and confused. His eyes danced with mirth at the stunned, disappointed expression on her face and the way her lips parted in protest.

“Not so fast, darling,” he murmured lowly, a chuckle threading through his voice. “Did you think I would reward your indiscretions that easily?”

He guided her up, his hand firm on her arm, leading her to the plush couch. He ran a single finger down her cheek, a single chuckle leaving his lips when she scowled up at him. Pushing her gently onto the comfortable cushions, he took a step back, grinning at her frustrated pout, “Sit down and make yourself comfortable.”

Once she was comfortably arranged on the plush couch, Hyungwon moved into position, his gaze scorching as he appraised her. With a devilish smirk playing on his lips, he settled in between her trembling thighs, his warm breath bathing her in anticipation.

Teasingly slow, he moved his hands up her legs, his thumbs tracing sinful patterns on her sensitive inner thighs. He could feel his pulse quicken as he trailed kisses along the crease of her thigh, deciding to tease her a little longer. His tongue flicked out to taste her, a sigh escaping his lips at the intoxicating flavor.

A soft whimper left her lips as she involuntarily clenched her fingers on the edge of the couch. This simple reaction spurred him on, his tongue delving deeper, exploring the folds of her sweet warmth. Hyungwon taunted her with his skilled tongue, flicking her sensitive bud before lapping at her juices that soaked his mouth. The gasps and moans echoing in the room only amplified the erotic charge of their encounter.

His hands found the soft curve of her hips, thumbing at her flesh as a silent plea for her to open wider, to offer more. Listening to his quiet command, he deepened his efforts with his tongue, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body, turning her pleas into a mix of husky moans and soft gasps. Hyungwon continued his attentive servicing, driven by the taste of her on his tongue and the sweet symphony of her moans filling the room.

As Hyungwon serviced her eagerly, Y/N met Kihyun’s gaze from across the room. A smirk adorned his face, one hand leisurely pumping his thick length as he watched. He hummed in appreciation, his actions shamelessly open and teasing.

“Look at you,” he moaned in delight, his voice husky with desire. “So fucking beautiful when you’re spread out, being devoured.”

Minhyuk, unable to resist any longer, moved closer to join in on the teasing. His fingers danced up Y/N’s trembling thigh, adding more sensation to the blazing pleasure that Hyungwon was evoking.

“I bet she tastes so good, Hyungwon,” he murmured, his eyes locked onto the erotic sight, a sinful grin tugging at his lips. Hyungwon gave no verbal reply, only flicking his gaze briefly to meet Minhyuk’s, the grin on his lips echoing Minhyuk’s words. He continued his relentless torment, his tongue expertly teasing and tasting. “I’m jealous.”

This bold display, coupled with the sound of Kihyun’s self-pleasure and Minhyuk’s teasing touch, sent Y/N spiraling towards a precipice of pleasure. Her noises turned to fervent pleas as various hands, mouths, and words drove her toward an explosive climax.

When Y/N was close to reaching her peak, Hyungwon suddenly pulled away. A surprised moan slipped from Y/N’s lips, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. His smirk grew wider at her confused and needy expression.

“Oh, darling,” Minhyuk crooned, his voice thick with amusement. “Did you really think we’d let you get off that easily? After what you did to us tonight?”

Hyungwon chuckled, resisting the urge to dive back in and finish her off. Instead, his fingers lightly traced over her now overly sensitive folds. “It’s not that we don’t enjoy your reactions,” he murmured, his voice dipping to a seductive growl. “We just think... you’ve been a little naughty tonight.”

Her soft gasp of protest when he barely touched her clit with his thumb told him she was teetering on the edge. “And naughty girls,” he added, smirking at her frustrated twitch, “don’t always get what they want.”

Hyungwon pulled back from the intoxicating girl beneath him, his lips gleaming wickedly. With a knowing smirk, he moved from his previous position to glance back at Kihyun and Minhyuk, who were intently observing the spectacle. Their heated gazes met approvingly, their silent exchange speaking volumes.

Kihyun finally broke the deafening silence, his command echoing against the room’s walls, “Hyungwon lay down.”

Hyungwon, taking Minhyuk’s place, swiftly lay down on the plush rug, his gaze never leaving Y/N as he made himself comfortable. He watched in fascination as Minhyuk moved behind her, pressing his body flush against her, his hands running illicit trails up her trembling thighs. He tilted his head, whispering something in her ear that made her blush scarlet.

From his standing position, Kihyun merely watched the scene unfold, a shameless, unhurried hand pumping himself. He chuckled lowly, his gaze catching Y/N’s. He moved to stand in front of her, eyes glinting with anticipation, his body ready to be served by her beckoning lips. The intensity of the situation only seemed to amplify as they all knew the tantalizing night was far from over.

“Can’t forget about me now, can we?” he purred, directing his length into her welcoming mouth.

The large room amplified their sounds; the orchestrated symphony of their shared pleasure no longer whispered secrets but public declarations. The unmistakable sound of wet skin slapping against skin, coupled with their fervent gasps and moans, created a heady, ensnaring atmosphere of pleasure — a testament to their relentless pursuit of passion and desire.

“All filled up now, are we darling?” Minhyuk cooed into her ear, his words laced with sin as he relentlessly pushed into her ass. His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a rhythm that only heightened the pleasure coursing through them all.

Hyungwon’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as a guttural moan left his lips, “So tight...” he managed to rasp out, echoing Minhyuk’s sentiments but lost in his own world of pleasure. His hands gripped her hips tightly, matching Minhyuk’s thrusts, their timing as exquisite as their pleasure. “Fuck.”

Encased between these men, Y/N was lost, her cries muffled by Kihyun’s length, her own pleasure reaching soaring heights as her body was filled in ways no one else could. The distinct sensations within her — Hyungwon’s unwavering length, Minhyuk’s relentless tempo, and Kihyun’s sinful claim — had her perched on the edge, her climax coming closer with every pulse and thrust.

Their greedy moans echoed throughout the room, the rawness of their passion, the intensity of their desire, and the intimacy of their shared pleasure amplified tenfold as together they headed towards a dizzying peak, lost in a world of sinful delight.

As the sinful scene unfolded, the distinct sound of the front door clicking open echoed through the lavish apartment. Hyungwon, Minhyuk, and Kihyun barely missed a beat at their interruption. Managing to keep their involvement steady with Y/N, their intense gazes flickered towards the entrance as the new arrivals took in the impassioned tableau laid out before them.

Changkyun, Hoseok, Hyunwoo, and Jooheon stood at the threshold, eyes wide and mouths hanging agape at the sight that greeted them. The normality of their evening seemed trivial compared to the carnal spectacle unfolding in their shared living room.

“God, can’t you three keep it in your pants for one night?” Jooheon finally exclaimed, a teasing grin spreading across his face, misrepresenting his exasperated tone. Changkyun gave a low whistle, his eyes roaming Y/N’s body with gleaming admiration. At the same time, Hoseok and Hyunwoo simply shrugged as they opted for silent observation.

The undisguised staring from their additional audience had the color creeping onto Y/N’s cheeks. Still, it didn’t slow down the rhythm of the three men currently using her to satisfy their pleasure.

Kihyun, however, couldn’t let the comment pass unchallenged. He lifted his head from where he was currently engrossed with Y/N, glaring at their bandmates.

“Shut up, Jooheon, or get out,” he warned, sharp and impassive, his pleasure temporarily pushed aside by impulsive irritation. “That goes for you three. If you don’t care to watch, fuck off. I mean it.”

“No, no,” Changkyun quickly interjected, raising his hands in surrender as he smirked. “Please, continue. It’s quite the show.”

The three new arrivals took the liberty to make themselves comfortable around the room, finding seats with the perfect vantage point to enjoy the continued proceedings. Their presence added another dynamic to the sinfully charged room, their eyes feasting on Y/N, who was the center of pleasure and desire.

Having made their point, the hard trio immediately resumed their activities with renewed gusto: Hyungwon maintaining his steady rhythm, his hips snapping upwards to meet Y/N’s downward motion, Minhyuk plunging into her from behind, matching his pace hypnotically, and Kihyun sliding back into her mouth, his thrusts becoming more insistent.

The room, yet filled with moans of pleasure and the undeniable sound of skin meeting skin, now also held the hushed whispers of the newcomers as they watched what unfolded before them. The sight of Y/N being endlessly pleasured by their bandmates had each of them growing hard and anxious, jeans suddenly too tight. Each took their arousal into their own hands, steadying their breaths as they pumped their lengths in sync with the rhythm echoing in the room.

“Couldn’t have imagined such a sight,” Jooheon murmured lowly, his hand working his length as his gaze was fixed on the writhing figure of Y/N, sandwiched between the three men. “Fuck, you three are so lucky. We’ve all been wanting to take a turn at you, Y/N, but it seems like you’re already in good hands.”

“I agree with that.” Changkyun hummed in response, similar thoughts running rampant in his mind. His eyes danced across the spectacle, each sight more sinful, more erotic than the last. His hand slid over his arousal, a low groan slipping past his lips as he watched the trio and Y/N lose themselves to pleasure.

Both Hoseok and Hyunwoo seemed to be unaffected by their commentary, choosing to focus solely on the live show before them. Hyunwoo’s hand moved over himself, a quiet grunt echoing in his throat, his mind imagining it was his hands, his mouth, causing the tantalizing moans and cries to slip past Y/N’s lips. Beside him, Hoseok groaned at the sight, his lip caught between his teeth.

Amid the orchestra of moans and hip thrusts, the newcomers’ hushed whispers and the rhythmic slick sounds of their self-pleasure added another layer of carnality, making the atmosphere thick with unchecked desire. As the room echoed with the sounds of pleasure and need, the tension heightened, leaving everyone on the brink, waiting for the climax of this sinfully delightful scenario.

“God, Y/N,” Hoseok managed, his voice laced with raw desire as he watched her sandwiched between the three men, “you’ve never looked so gorgeous. Can’t wait to paint that gorgeous face.”

Hyunwoo merely hummed in agreement, his focused gaze on Y/N, his hand moving faster over his hard length, shifting in his seat as he attempted to deal with the pooling desire in his lower abdomen. His restraint barely hanging by a thread, amplified by the sight of Y/N writhing in irrevocable pleasure under their joint gaze.

Their added voices, heated gazes, and unrestrained yearning doubled the layer of carnality, the atmosphere thick with unchecked desire. From the rhythmic thrusting against Y/N to the shared collective pleasure among them, the heightened tension appeared to be reaching its apex, everyone teetering on the brink, waiting for the climax of this sinfully delightful scenario.

Succumbing to the intense buildup, Hyungwon, Minhyuk, and Kihyun simultaneously reached their peak. Each man removed himself just enough to release inside her, their combined climax filling Y/N to the brink.

Kihyun, in his last throes of pleasure, came in her mouth with a long groan. He held her head steady, encouraging her to take and swallow every drop of him.

Stepping forth, they each aimed toward Y/N’s face. Their releases splattered across her lips, cheeks, and exposed neck, completing the salacious imagery of their joint desire. Shuddering breaths echoed throughout the room amongst muttered praises and shared satisfied grins. The scene before them served as the climactic finale to their unanimously enjoyed, sinfully tantalizing event.

“Fuck.” Hyungwon’s voice came out as a gravelly groan, the primal sound resonating through the room. Both his and Minhyuks eyes bore into the lewd spectacle before them, Y/N’s trembling body, their cum leaking from her and streaking her thighs. His lips pulled into a self-satisfied grin, the white droplets a stark contrast to her flushed skin painted an explicit portrait of their shared pleasure.

“She took it like a champ,” Changkyun voiced from beside him, arching a brow, his own climax held in check as he watched the scene with a determined gaze.

Hoseok’s chuckling response was muffled as his attention was solely focused on marking her skin with his climax. The sight of her drenched and filled with their desire fueled him towards his own explosive finale. And with a grunt of completion, he emptied himself over her form, the sight of his release pooling in the hollow of her collarbone a gratifying sight.

They savored the aftermath, the residual tremors of their climaxes still echoing in the room. This would be a memory to revisit, a testament to their shared desire, a sinfully delightful scenario etched indelibly into their minds.

“We need to do that again. Next time, we should all fuck her.” Jooheon’s words hung heavy in the room, his gaze avidly fixed on the shiny trails of his climax sluicing down her face. His quirked lips and the gleam in his eyes revealed the extent of his satiation and unspoken promise of future escapades.

“Absolutely,” Changkyun voiced his agreement from the side, eyes hooded and voice laced with seductive gravel that hinted at a hunger yet to be fully satiated. His hands already wandering with suggestive intent, confirming his eagerness to plan the next round with Y/N. “Next time should be now, though. I’m just suggesting. It’s not fair they have all the fun...”

That was the cue they all needed, their corresponding murmurs of agreement echoing in the room, punctuated by shared grins and lingering glances cast toward Y/N. Promises and illicit whispers about future pleasurable promises hung in the air, awaiting a complete promise.

Despite the exposed desire on display, they were all bound by the shared sensation and undeniable chemistry, fueled further by their shared need. As they pored over the shared memories of this lustful wonder, the thrilling prospects of the next event began to mark another chapter of their intoxicating shared desire.

“Can’t I rest?” Y/N’s words whispered through ragged breaths, struck a chord of amusement amongst them. At her question, a scatter of chuckles colored the heavy silence, their carnal satisfaction mirrored in the full smiles curving their lips.

“Rest is for the weak,” Hyunwoo distinctly teased, his hearty laughter bouncing off the room’s walls in sharp contrast to the lewd canvas they’d just painted.

“You forget, Y/N — we’re just getting started,” Minhyuk added with a suggestive wink in her direction, driving the point home. A mischievous grin stretched on his face, and his words steered towards the pleasure-filled adventures they had yet to step foot on. “You’re in for a long night. They don’t even know the stunt you pulled yet.”

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Changkyun x OT7 [+ strangers] - Gimme a shot to over everything angst + nsfw + dead dove | ongoing | ao3 previous chapter | all

┌─────── · · · · Ch.2: All that's left of you is the regret in my veins

CW: sex in exchange for drugs, dub-con; drug abuse; implied withdrawal symptoms; minor violence

It's curt; the door to his studio slamming open, bookcases trembling. Something heavy falls off. Kihyun beelines for the bathroom.

Harsh cracks of light stream from the doorway, steam flooding out in plumes around Changkyun's silhouette. A damp towel hangs loosely around his hips, haphazardly secured; it's ill-fitting, Kihyun notes, and likely only a hair towel given the crass amount of thigh it fails to cover. He tries to catch a glimpse of the towel rack behind Changkyun, tries to gauge the last time he did laundry, only to see the gleaming metal bars lay bare, flickers of light catching in the condensation. For the amount of times they've seen each other laid bare, he questions to himself why Changkyun tried to cover himself with what little he had clean. For a moment Changkyun feels like a stranger.

Anger and adrenaline drain from his body, veins left desolate, cold. Changkyun is but a foot or two from him, but he's never felt further away. Beads of water drip from the ends of Changkyun's hair, soundlessly hitting the floor. Watching them, Kihyun realises neither of them have moved, have spoken a word. They exist in purgatory, oppressively silent. A drop of water hits Changkyun's collarbone, trailing down his chest, detours dictated by the curves of his torso. Kihyun outstretches a hand, wordless but expecting. Changkyun frees the towel from his hips and places it in Kihyun's grasp. Towel pulled from palm to palm, Kihyun steps a pace closer, reaching to catch the trickles of water, to dry Changkyun's hair. It's callous, Kihyun rougher than needs be, but slender fingers drag through the knots left behind, combing through swaths of drying hair. Head hanging, Changkyun swipes away tears he hopes Kihyun overlooks.

Leaning back on the heel of his shoe, Kihyun reclines from Changkyun, job deemed finished. He folds the towel, habitual, before offering it back. It's accepted; Changkyun unable to meet Kihyun's gaze, fingers anxiously kneading at the sodden towel in his grip.

"You didn't need to come here." Breath held, he dives, crashing through the still of the room. Changkyun knows ripples bore crashing waves, and perhaps that's what he seeks.

He is met, instead, water that will not move, with Kihyun's silence.

"I said I was fine." Pebbles thrown to lakes that never hit; Changkyun lifts his gaze to meet Kihyun's. It's scrutinising; he snaps to look away.

"Four days." Kihyun mutters; the tide begins. "Four fucking days."

Changkyun begins padding through his studio, stripped bare, false confidence his blood. "Jooheon spends longer at his studio." He lowers himself onto the sofa.

A sigh, gritted teeth, Kihyun turns to face Changkyun. "Jooheon isn't spending the time letting strangers use him like a piece of cheap plastic for some shitty powder pulled from their jean pocket, Changkyun."

It's biting, cruel even, but spoken with such soft pity Changkyun's ribs cave, chest a hollow cavern. He forgets how to breathe. A beat passes, the water unnervingly still; Kihyun rapidly burns with regret.

"For uh, what it's worth, Joo does occasionally..." Changkyun trails off.

"I know what Jooheon does."

2015... 2015 was the last time things felt this painfully awkward between him and Changkyun. A twitch of the neck, he tries to shake the memory from his head. The watch on his wrist sounds small ticks, small reminders of time continuing without them. A worry grows that perhaps there is simply nothing left to say.

"I thought you stopped being the mom of the group." The words tumble from Changkyun's lips before he can claw them back. He hears the clack of Kihyun taking a step back, shocked; he doesn't look up.

Kihyun stands taken aback, slow blinks as he regains composure. There is no shortage of responses, of things to say to Changkyun, words to cuss, questions to yell.

Instead, he simply leaves. Nothing to gather, to take home, Kihyun simply walks through the door.

It isn't slammed this time, but quietly clicked shut. Changkyun hates how it's more painful this way. Body wracked with turmoil, pain radiating through every fibre of tissue. Knees to chest, he curls into the sofa, squeak of skin against leather. It's a cruel fate, he concludes, to feel both nothing and everything in equal measure; overwhelmingly numb and numbly overwhelmed. Duality.

Whether a mercy or surrender, he allows himself sleep.

Sometimes Jooheon thinks about how it began; in plastic bags the size of his palm, in powders and pills. A sly smile on Changkyun's face, eyes always miles away. The dull thud of bass shaking through the studio floor, the desperate hands tearing past clothes, skin sticking to skin. Breath so thick you could drink it from the air. The carnal desire to reach a place that felt further and further away. Changkyun always bought it closer, somehow.

He remembers the first line, eyes watering, caught off-guard as his sinuses stung. Changkyun laughing fondly, wiping the tear as he continued sniffing in cold air. The first pill, the taste of Changkyun's fingers slipping it under his tongue. The way his head fell back when it finally hit, breathing so deep it felt like the first time his lungs had ever been sated. The first drink, glass shattering between Changkyun's grip as he opened the vial, pouring it into Jooheon's soda. A raised eyebrow, a soft 'Trust me.', a hand on his thigh. God, his hand was so warm, burning through his jeans. Changkyun was setting him alight.

He doesn't remember how long ago it began, just that it did. Maybe that was the first mistake.

Peeling sweat-soaked skin from leather, nights passed in studios with nothing but panted breath and muffled moans. It became routine, scheduled almost. Enough days would pass for Jooheon to get... agitated, itchy. He hated the way he grew nauseous, room spinning whenever he tried to focus, the look of concern on his members' faces. The whispers as he left the room.

He always went back to Changkyun, dragging his feverish body up the staircase to the studio door. He doesn't remember when Changkyun started looking at him with pity, with guilt; when he started asking 'Are you sure?' before handing it over. The corner of Kyun's mouth twitches, pulled sideways, when he pours the vial in now. Jooheon doesn't care, barely even sees it.

And then, Jooheon went to someone else. No one could find him til Changkyun saw him behind a nightclub, stuck down some damp fucking alley on his knees. For a brief moment, veins running cold, Changkyun saw only himself, knuckles white against a porcelain sink.

Collar in fist, he pulls Jooheon off of the cock between his dripping lips, cum fresh on his tongue, yanking him to his feet. The confusion, questions, were answered with carelessly tossed money from Changkyun's pocket, whatever crumpled notes he had to hand. He drags Jooheon away, into the streetlight, trailed with frustrated muttering.

"What the fuck, I didn't even get-"

Grounded once more on pavement, Changkyun slows, snapping to face Jooheon.

"What the fuck are you doing, hyung?"

Jooheon stops dead in his tracks, scuffing the toe of his shoes. He doesn't like the title, not like this.

"You were busy." Jooheon shrugs, deflecting.

"I wasn't busy, I said no."

"Same shit."

"You need to slow down, Joo. You're gonna fucking kill yourself."

"Like you're not loose enough to take two at any given moment for whatever crumbs they pull out their pockets."

A muscle twitches in Changkyun's jaw. He lunges at Jooheon, spine smashing into the cold concrete of a wall. A cry is cut off, dying in dry gurgles as Changkyun wraps his hands around Jooheon's throat. Nothing is said, aside from one brief choked-out moan.

Changkyun awakes with sheen of sweat, skin tacked against the hide of the sofa. Before eyes open, he's dry heaving, hanging over the sofa edge. His body is collapsing beneath him. Slipping from the grip of leather, he tumbles to the floor, feeble attempts to clamber to the bathroom. Standing brings nothing but the spinning of the room, sweat dripping from his temples, stomach lurching.

With moments only to lift the toilet lid, Changkyun drags himself to the bathroom before vomiting. Bitter waste gushes past his lips, chest heaving as his organs refuse what he gives them. There's not enough substance in him to hold back the bile, violent green hues burning his throat, tears streaming down his face. A shaky hand reaches to brush the hair from his sweat-slick face, and holds it, a makeshift hair tie. Changkyun lets out a sob. He wonders if Kihyun would hold his hair back if he was still here.

He knows the answer is no.

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