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sunflowercheol · 2 years

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Werewolves

Monsta X/Wonho x Y/N

Word Count: 585

Warnings: mentions of injury (no real descriptions tho)

A/N: unedited :)))

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“Y/N! Come eat your lunch!” your mom yells at you through the open back door.

“Coming, Mommy!” your 5-year-old self yells back, standing up from where you were playing with your toys. You dust yourself off and get ready to take off to your house when a whimper of an animal stops you.

“Hello?” you whisper, looking around trying to see where the whimper came from.

You hear noise in the bushes when a little brown pup comes popping out from it. The pup tackles you and licks all over your face.

“Oh!” you giggle as its tongue tickles you. It whimpers again, and you tilt your head in confusion. “Oh! You must be hungry!” The puppy wags its tail, and you smile wide, heading inside to eat lunch with your new friend.

“Look, mommy!” Your mom hums softly as she fixes your plate. “I got a new friend!” you giggle causing her to whip around as she was frightened to see who you had brought into the house.

“Get that animal out of here!” your mom raises her voice at you, swatting at the little pup that you were carrying in your arms.

“But mommy!” you whine. “It’s a puppy and it’s hungy!”

“It’s not! It’s a big bad wolf,” she sternly tells you. “Go leave it outside right this instant!”

You pout and head back out with the wolfie whining in your arms. You place it on the ground, and it tugs at the bottom of your pants. “I sorry but stay out here. I will get you something to eat and to get you better, okay?”

The wolf whines and tugs you towards the bush it had leaped out of earlier. You eventually allow it to drag you without resistance, and it takes you behind the bush only for you to find a little nest filled with more wolfies.

“Woah,” you say in fascination, reaching out to pet one of them.

A gray one laying on top of the pile yelps and growls at you, scaring you. You jump back and land on your bottom causing your eyes to water and your bottom lip to wobble.

The brown wolf snarls at the gray wolf and stands protectively in front of you.

You look at the black wolfie that barely turns his head towards you during the commotion. A white wolfie whines quietly and lays its head on top of the black wolfie’s stomach.

“Aw, did this cute wolfie get hurt?” you innocently ask as you dry your tears with the back of your hand. “I can be like a doctor and nurse you back to health and help you get better and feed you lots of food!” Your rambles got interrupted by your mother’s screams.

“Y/N?!” your mom screams frantically. “Where did you go?”

“Here, mommy!” you yell back to her. “I’ll be right back wolfies! Don’t worry!”

As soon as you head back inside, the gray wolf shifts into a little boy. “I told you that you should stay hidden at all costs.”

The brown wolf also shifts into a little boy. “I know, Hyunwoo Hyung. But she can help us!”

Hyunwoo shakes his head, “Listen to me, Hoseokie. She can’t do anything for us. She is younger than us! Plus, she couldn’t randomly bring 1 ‘puppy’ into her home, let alone 7! She got in trouble for it already!”

“I know what I am doing, hyung! Leave it to me now. I must do whatever it takes to save Changkyunnie.”

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yourfatherlucifer · 5 months

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MDNI - Changkyun (I.M)

female!reader

tags: @sanspuppet (THANKS FOR REQUESTINGGG)

Changkyun who loves when you cheer him on the crowd, no one aware that you're his and he is yours. He loves that these people do not know of the things he does to you when you two are alone.

Changkyun who loves when you ask to ride his nose during sex, he'd giggle along the way. He'd lay on his back, you'd be straddling his lap, face buried in his chest as his cock thrusts up into you. The squelching from you both echoed throughout the room. He wouldn't care if he disturbed his fellow members.

Changkyun who loves to flaunt you in front of your members, if you're wearing a skirt, he will quickly flip the back of it up, especially in front of Jooheon and he'd giggle like a maniac.

Changkyun who's raps are dedicated to you, only you. For you. He loves to eat you out, that rapper tongue doing wonders on your wet and dripping cunt.

Changkyun who is dedicated and loyal to you, who only wants you.

#monsta x smut #i.m smut #i.m x reader smut #i.m x reader #changkyun x reader #changkyun x reader smut #changkyun smut #monsta x drabble

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blu-joons · 1 year

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When Your Niece/Nephew Calls Him Uncle ~ Monsta X Reaction

Shownu:

A small hand tapping against his leg made Hyunwoo turn around, glancing down to see your nephew staring back up at him. “Are you alright buddy?” Hyunwoo asked, kneeling down to be at your nephew’s height.

Your nephew hummed as he extended his arm out to him, “Uncle Hyunwoo, can you open my sweet packet for me please?”

“Of course,” Hyunwoo told him, taking the sweet packet and tearing it open before handing it back to your nephew and watching him run away. As Hyunwoo stood back he was surprised to see you smiling back at him.

“Uncle Hyunwoo,” you sniggered, “that’s a new title for you.”

It took a moment for Hyunwoo to realise as he let go of a sigh, “it didn’t even register with me that he called me Uncle Hyunwoo, it just felt natural to say.”

“That’s a good thing,” you assured him, resting your hand against Hyunwoo’s arm. “I wonder if he’s going to keep calling you that now?”

“Maybe the sweets were a test,” Hyunwoo jokingly suggested, “to see how I’d respond.”

“Knowing Y/N/N, it wouldn’t surprise me.”

Minhyuk:

A loud laugh came from Minhyuk as your niece screamed to go higher whilst he pushed her on the swing. “Uncle Minhyuk, let me go higher!” She yelled out, only to realise Minhyuk was no longer behind her.

You were stood just to the side, looking anxiously between the two of them. “What did you just call me?” Minhyuk asked her.

“Uncle Minhyuk,” she whispered, feeling the swing slow down without Minhyuk helping it to move. “Did I do something wrong?” She then asked, worried by the look of surprise that was etched on Minhyuk’s face.

“No,” he quickly assured her, “you just shocked me, that’s all.”

Your niece’s smile turned up once again after Minhyuk smiled across at her. “You’re my favourite uncle because you make me laugh so much.”

“I’m already your favourite uncle?” Minhyuk asked her in surprise, “that was the easiest job that I’ve ever had in my life Y/N/N.”

“Is he better than me?” You couldn’t help but ask, “or is Auntie Y/N your favourite?”

“No way, Uncle Minhyuk is way better.”

Kihyun:

You just managed to catch your nephew as he ran over to you to show you one of the drawings that he had done. “Is it a family portrait?” You questioned, struggling to make out what everything was on the paper.

Your nephew nodded as Kihyun took a look too, “it’s me and you, and Uncle Kihyun too when we went to the cinema last week.”

“I see,” you murmured, nervous to look at Kihyun beside you after your nephew’s sudden admission. “Since when has Kihyun been your Uncle Kihyun?” You asked as Kihyun remained quiet right beside you.

“Since now,” he excitedly chuckled, “he’s our family, isn’t he?”

You looked to Kihyun as he finally cleared his throat. “Of course I’m your family Y/N/N, I can be your Uncle Kihyun if that’s really what you want me to be.”

“Yeah,” your nephew cheered, beginning to talk you both through his drawing, unaware of your eyes meeting behind him talking together.

“Are you alright with being uncle?” You whispered, not wanting Kihyun to feel forced at all.

“I’m over the moon to be his uncle.”

Hyungwon:

There was a look of surprise on Hyungwon’s face as soon as your niece spoke to him, unsure if he’d misheard. “What did you just say?” Hyungwon asked your niece, wanting to check what he’d heard for definite.

Your niece ran back up to Hyungwon after beginning to walk away. “I told you to come and play Uncle Hyungwon,” she repeated.

“Uncle Hyungwon?” He quizzed, looking between your niece and then back across to you. “Don’t you mean Hyungwon?” He added, running his hand through his hair as he struggled to know what to say to her.

“Uncle Hyungwon,” she repeated again, “are you deaf or something?”

You struggled to hold back your laughter as your niece jokingly snapped across at Hyungwon. “She’s got a point, she’s said it plenty of times for you to hear.”

“I’m just surprised,” Hyungwon told you both, “am I going to have to get used to being Uncle Hyungwon from now on?”

“Yeah,” your niece excitedly told him, “you’re too nice to just be Hyungwon to me now.”

“Well, it’s an honour to be uncle.”

Jooheon:

A puzzled expression formed on your nephew’s face as he read through the birthday card that you had written for him. “Why does it just say from Auntie Y/N and Jooheon?” He enquired, “not Uncle Jooheon?”

Jooheon knelt down beside him as he read through the card once again, “that’s because that’s who I am, Jooheon, aren’t I?”

“Why not Uncle Jooheon though?” Your nephew then challenged, leaving Jooheon speechless. “If you’re going out with my auntie then doesn’t that make you my uncle? I can’t just call you Jooheon, can I?”

“You want me to be your uncle?” Jooheon asked, “are you sure?”

Your nephew nodded in reply as Jooheon looked to you for a little bit of help. “I think it makes perfect sense, I should’ve written Uncle Jooheon on your card.”

“It’s all Auntie Y/N’s fault, don’t you think Y/N/N?” Jooheon added, unable to stop himself from berating you alongside your nephew.

“You two are a terrible team,” you scolded, “the worst uncle and nephew in the whole world.”

“We’re the best team in the world!”

I.M:

He hovered behind you as the two of you entered your family home, greeted by noise straight away. “Y/N/N,” you called out to your niece as you watched her running around, deciding to quickly catch her attention.

Straight away she ran over to you both, leaping into Changkyun’s arms. “Auntie Y/N! Hi Uncle Changkyun!” She yelled out.

“Uncle?” Changkyun asked her in surprise, staring at her with a smile on his face as she innocently looked back across to him. “Am I uncle Changkyun now all of a sudden?” He then quizzed to make sure he heard.

“Yeah, you’re uncle,” she explained, “just like Auntie Y/N is auntie.”

Changkyun’s nervous eyes looked to you as your head nodded back at him. “Do you want to be Uncle Changkyun?” You asked him, worried that he was panicked.

“Of course,” he quickly responded, hearing the giggles of your niece right beside him, “I would absolutely love to be your uncle Y/N/N.”

“Uncle Changkyun,” she repeated, “don’t you think that that sounds super cool Auntie Y/N?”

“I think that it sounds the coolest.”

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rrothh · 9 months

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sick

You saw him on a radio show broadcast looking tired and sick. You're worried.

genre: comfort + fluff + angst (just a little bit). pairing: changkyun x !gen reader warnings: it's based on a real radio show appearance back in 2021. not proofread.

You hear him cough even before opening the door of the small apartment, you hear him come in dragging his feet while holding a sneeze, you hear him remove his winter jacket, his sneakers and the bag he carry on him as if everything weighed a thousand pounds, dropping the stuff on the floor carelessly, you hear him sigh, a really tired sigh.

It's almost 4 in the morning.

Before even thinking to announce that he is back, you greet him relieved that he was able to return home to rest for a few hours before having to go back to fulfill that tight schedule that his job entails. Between those late late dance practices, the endless shows and presentations, the stages and the unhealthy diet you are very aware that comebacks can be brutal.

"I saw you on the radio show this morning ... I sent a very angry message to your manager" you confess without shame. You see how his face lightens despite those deep dark circles on his face and although he hides behind those long fringes, you see how his features soften and he smiles a little.

"No wonder why he was so tense and nervous”.

Your features also soften and you come close to give him a hug, one he doesn't deny, he hides his face in the crook of your neck and you can feel the coldness of his body temperature, as if he hadn't just taken off a padded jacket a few moments ago. You gently rub his back and run your hand through his straight hair while you feel him embrace you in his arms a little more... suddenly you feel him abruptly pull away, almost as if you had burned him.

“Wait, I'm very sick, I don't want you to get si-..."

“Oh shut up, I don’t care” you see how he opens his mouth to reply but instead a sneeze came out and now he has no choice but to surrender.

"I know it's 4 in the morning but I did dakjuk, I think it’ll help you feel better and then you could take a bath but I don't know how long you are staying here, actually I don't know if it's better if you go straight to bed and sleep for more hours" ideas pile up in your mouth as you head to the kitchen followed by the sound of him dragging his feet, you hear him laugh almost like a sigh.

"They gave me half a day, something like that”.

You sigh in pure frustration, half a day is no time to recover from a flu this strong, the memory of him leaning his forehead on the radio show microphone crosses your mind, you were going to turn around to complain about everything when you feel him hugging you from behind and now resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"You shouldn't have cooked anything" he tells you in a muffled voice, his mouth pressed against your shoulder. Finally, you let yourself go and grab his hand with which he is holding you firmly by the waist. He looks so tired, you understand that the last thing you’d want if you were on his shoes is to hear complaints, no matter how right they are.

“I’m sorry for complaining so much, it’s just… I was really worried when I saw you like that in the morning, I'm happy that you’re here to rest a little” your voice is almost inaudible, but you don't let go of his hand and he doesn't break his hold.

"I love you".

You smile and close your eyes, the sound of the kettle with boiling water starts to fill the room.

"I love you too, Changkyun".

AO3

well hello! this is just a repost of the one I made back in 2021 I just happen to finally open a new account just for... writing... i guess?? (more like to reblog things honestly) anyways, hope you don't minddd.

#monstax #monsta x drabble #changkyun x reader #im changkyun #changkyun/reader #i.m changkyun #i.m monsta x #im changkyun drabble

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meowzfordayz · 11 months

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god damn

I.M x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: Fem!Reader, implied body insecurity

Song Inspo: God Damn by I.M

His reflection stares tired and unsatisfied, broad shoulders hunched over the bathroom sink, not quite awake fingers warm and drowsy against the cool enamel. Reaching for the faucet, he turns its stainless steel lever, cold water splashing from the basin to his skin. He doesn’t flinch, still staring—critiquing—the shadows under his eyes.

“You okay?”

A voice, his favorite voice, floats sleepy and amused behind him, familiar scent enveloping him as she leans into his back, elbow brushing his forearm as she turns off the water, concern pressed steady along his spine in the form of gentle, patient kisses.

“I’m great,” he chirps immediately, shadows receding with practiced ease, “I was about to wash my face.”

“I couldn’t tell,” she murmurs, fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt, slipping toward the front to ghost across his soft, toned stomach, “You’re so pretty.”

No I’m not he nearly retorts, disdain pinching his brows, resisting the sour urge to push her hands away Not even close.

“So what’s going on in that brilliant brain of yours? What’s got you up and about so early?”

He knows she means well. Knows she has her ways of coaxing genuine light from his smiles — of dissipating the humbling fear that, whatever he does, whoever he is, will never be enough. But the morning feels unkind, his muscles taut, an empty vessel indefinitely unworthy of fulfillment. How can he live up to her faith in him when he knows the truth of his vanity? The depth and fraying of his self perception.

“I’m going to work out. You’re welcome to join me.”

She nods slowly, his shirt creasing beneath her cheek, palms splayed tentative and sensitive on his hips. Again, he turns on the cold water, a distraction from melting into the feeling of her body following his movements. Cleansing once leaves a sensation of lingering shame and disappointment. Cleansing twice helps. Barely.

“You worked out yesterday,” she remarks quietly, “Remember?”

He shrugs, patting at his face with a washcloth, almost caving when she suddenly turns him, washcloth somehow in her grip now, her expression unreadable as she begins dabbing at his temples. He can’t see himself anymore. Can’t see the stress etched over and over and over, the doubt sunken in further than any suds could ever penetrate — an uneasy act of beauty and exhaustion radiating from his brown, narrowed eyes.

“I know this is more complicated than my love for you,” she mumbles, “But I do, y’know, I do love you.”

This. This distaste for his figure. The angles of his legs. The structure of his pelvis. The fluctuation of his gut. The wiriness of his arms. This. The constant maintenance to be able to look at himself and feel, at the very least, neutral. The facade of confidence and cockiness, because he understands he’s handsome. He understands how—why—he could be deemed so pretty. Sexy. Desirable and desired. Just as he can’t bring himself to believe it. Can’t bring himself to meet her open gaze, and confess: Sometimes, all the times, I don’t know, I hate myself.

“Sweetheart?”

I know you love me crawling up his throat, enveloping her hands in his, washcloth dropping to the bathmat. I know you love me on the tip of his tongue, lips chapped, grazing her knuckles. I know you love me swallowed abrupt and hazardous, thumbs tracing the undersides of her wrists, unwilling to spill for the tenderness in her pulse.

“I love you,” he says, because loving her is truthful.

“I love you,” she insists, tears pricking at his restraint — his reluctance.

“Are you going to cry?” he rasps.

A wobbly giggle fills the bathroom, “Probably.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, wishing he could pin his heart to her sleeve.

“Let’s cuddle and sleep in.”

He allows her to guide him back to the bedroom, underneath the covers, limbs intertwined, shallow breaths smoothing out to a dreamless rhythm, momentary weakness showing him how he could feel if he could say I know you love me. If he could say I love me too.

#i.m changkyun #i.m x reader #changkyun x reader #drabble #monsta x

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solarwoniii · 9 months

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS WITH ! im changkyun

fluff, crack, smut/suggestive. MINORS DNI !! :D

★ my perm taglist ; @hunbun07 @metalchick529 @chewryy @haesunflower @iraa567 !

★ nsfw warnings ; slight degradation (whore, brat), mention of vibrator, implication of publicity.

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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.

NAVIGATION | MONSTA X MASTERLIST

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kiwikey · 2 years

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DRUNK IN LOVE <3

pairing : changkyun x reader

genre : fluff, kinda angst ?

warnings : indirect mentions of alcohol

sr : drunk sleeping in taxis : valentina ploy

a/n : happy birthday @lex-iiiii baby <3 kudos for sharing the same luv <3 let's get married. i love u sm, and the man im writing abt <3

stumbling upto your apartment’s door, you manage to ring the bell. the door opens to reveal changkyun, ushering you inside, “you’re pretty late, love. i was starting to get worried” he says, a small pout on his lips.

“sorry i just-“

he cuts you off because you're barely awake, “it’s okay, let’s get you into something more comfortable” as he helps you change into your night suit and leads you to the bed, lifting your legs onto the mattress.

as he’s about to switch off the lights and go, you reach out to hold his hand, firm enough to not let him go. “stay, please” your voice is merely above a whisper, and he smiles, joining you on the bed as he lies down next to you.

“do you feel alright, baby? you definitely look like someone who had too many drinks” he asks, when you look up at him for too long.

little questions swarm in your head and you whisper, dazed, “do you love me?” to see a shocked changkyun. “as in, do you love me when i’m wasted like i am right now?”

he tuts, and pulls you to his chest, pressing a chaste kiss on the top of your head. “honey, my love for you is unconditional, yeah? it’s like an evergreen thing, which is applicable to you whether you’re drunk, angry, and in any other condition of yours.”

you smile as your heart flutters because of his words. “would you still love me the same if i wore a hideous pikachu costume?”

changkyun bites his lower lip to keep himself from laughing, “yes, baby, i’d love you the same, perhaps even more so.”

#isa writes #monsta x #im changkyun #monsta x fluff #monsta x imagines #i.m #changkyun #changkyun fluff #changkyun scenarios #changkyun imagines #changkyun drabble #changkyun x reader #i.m fluff #i.m x reader #changkyun loml #happy bday lexi darling <3

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justsomekpopstuff · 1 month

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monsta x as d&d characters

NOTE: Remember, these are just my opinion and how I would classify them in D&D. You can have your own perspective, just don't be a hater about it. I also know that my D&D knowledge isn't perfect. Don't judge me.

Shoutout to @vesvosmozhno who encouraged and awaited this post! You are awesome, and thank you for all your support!

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Shownu: Half-Orc Barbarian

Shownu was born and raised into a communal clan of half-orcs, living in isolation from the rest of the world. While he did have parents, he really was raised by the entire group, with each member teaching him every skill they could. As he grew, he eventually became a proficient blacksmith, becoming the official apprentice for the clan. Everything was peaceful - until it wasn't. One day, the village was attacked by a group of raiders who had a particular hatred for half-orcs, wanting them to suffer. The raiders were destroying everything in their path, taking anyone and anything they could get their hands on. Shownu, who happened to be finishing his shift at the blacksmith's, ran out to the commotion, newly forged and sharpened axes in his hands. After witnessing the terror for himself, Shownu's rage became too much to handle. Despite his typically peaceful nature, he blazed through the raiders, as if the axes were made to be in his hands. When the raiders realized there was no stopping him, they ran, never to be seen again. While the village stood silent, marveling in Shownu's show of strength and fury, all he could care about was going back and fixing the damage to the shop, as well as what he was going to eat for lunch. That day, without him knowing, his people deemed him the town protector, knowing that his love for his village and his might would protect them from any danger - even with his peaceful demeanor.

Wonho: Human Druid

Wonho doesn’t have any memory of where he really came from. All he knew was that as a small child, he wandered into the feywild and was adopted by the people there. They showed him all sorts of magic, but quickly learned that he loved animal magic the most. As he grew, they focused more on teaching him the lessons of animal magic, and Wonho quickly became a druid prodigy. Befitting for his gentle temperament, the feywild people bestowed upon him the power to transform into a small lop-eared rabbit, with a nature as gentle as himself. After bestowing this gift upon him, the feywild people gave Wonho a mission: go into the human world, and show the power of love and kindness to those who are most in need of it. Each village he approached, he approached with kindness and curiosity, which was off putting to most of the locals. However, those who saw his genuineness and appreciation for learning welcomed him. Wonho quickly learned he had a soft spot for the orphanages of the villages, seeing how much in-need the young children were of love and kindness. Wonho became a regular presence, often showing up in his rabbit form to greet the children as they played. He rarely showed his human form to them until one night, when he was caught sneaking in extra food rations by the head of the orphanage. The head of the orphanage watched as Wonho got so spooked by his presence that he accidentally shifted into his rabbit form, exposing himself as a druid - and the one that was giving comfort to the children. The orphanage owner, instead of kicking Wonho out, allowed Wonho to stay and work at the orphanage as a caretaker for the children. Needless to say, the children were incredibly overjoyed at his presence, both animal and human. Wonho knew from then on, his mission would always be complete.

Minhyuk: Tiefling Rogue

From the time he was born, Minhyuk knew that he was meant to be a showman. As a small child he would regularly pretend to be different characters, creating new stories of people and things from far-off lands. However, because of his appearance and infernal nature, his theatricality was often seen as a threat by the other children. Being a tiefling was seen as a curse. Despite those who tried to make him feel ashamed for who he was, Minhyuk never gave up on his dream. However, as much as he put on a brave face, he could never deny that the words of the ignorant cut him to his core. One day, it became all too much. He saw the horrible paintings on his home, depicting him as nothing more than an awful monster, a creature never to be respected. That night, he packed his things and ran, never to return to his hometown again. Every village he wandered into, he found the outcasts, the odd-ones-out, and the rejected. To each of them, he gave kindness and respect, and shared his dream of creating a show where no one would have to be ashamed of who they were. Eventually, he had a whole group of followers, and their dream began to take shape. Every talent, magic, look, and style were welcome in Minhyuk’s show. He would make sure they were all introduced with respect and lauded with praise. Anyone who dared try to ridicule his fellow performers would quickly be met with Minhyuk’s legendary infernal wrath. While his show was still met with the usual group of detractors and protestors, Minhyuk knew that he was doing what he was meant to. His dream of showmanship, and showing the world what those who are rejected are capable of, all came together. No matter what, he never let the hatred get to him anymore.

Kihyun: Half-Siren Bard

Kihyun was born on a boat to a sea-faring family, but ships are not friendly places to small children. There was a massive storm that tossed him overboard, and because of his age, he began to drown. That was, until he felt two arms scoop him up and the air returned to his lungs. He would learn that he was saved by a siren queen who had taken pity on him and bestowed him with some of the powers of the sirens. Kihyun was raised with the pod, never really questioning why he was the only one without a tail, scales, or gills. To him, they were the only family he actually knew. He grew up singing, his voice becoming a unique and alluring power that benefited him greatly; and, because of his mostly human origins, he would learn that he is the only “siren” that could walk between sea and land. When Kihyun reached adulthood, he decided to leave the pod and venture onto land full time, promising his mother the siren queen to never forget his true self. He wandered onto the shores and began his new life, humming his way through local villages. Because of the alluring tone of his singing, he quickly drew crowds. Local taverns tripped over each other to try and get him to perform, and Kihyun found himself obliging all of them, bouncing to a different one each night. However, this quickly became too much for Kihyun. He decided to become an apprentice at a local bakery, where his skill with baked goods nearly outshone his talents for music. Every now and again, the owner of the bakery would open the door to the shop to let the locals hear Kihyun’s humming as he worked. One day, an elderly member of the village came into the bakery, and Kihyun recognized them as the owner of one of the oldest, smallest taverns in the village. Kihyun felt it was fate as the tavern owner lamented over how few patrons came through their doors. Kihyun volunteered to help, scheduling a performance for that night at the old tavern that brought in nearly the entire village. Seeing the smile on the tavern owner’s face as he sang brought so much joy to Kihyun’s heart that he announced to the village that this would be the only tavern he would perform in. From then on, Kihyun was a baker’s assistant by day, and a tavern singer by night. He finally felt whole both of his worlds finally at peace with each other.

Hyungwon: Human Ranger

From his earliest memories, the only human person that Hyungwon ever knew was his grandfather. Living in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of society, Hyungwon was raised to trust and respect the land around him, and was taught how to survive in the harshest of conditions. Despite his disdain for exerting extreme amounts of energy, Hyungwon became a skilled survivalist. Eventually, his grandfather passed away, and Hyungwon was driven to live out in the wild on his own. Because he didn’t really have anyone else, Hyungwon found himself connecting more with the wild, especially with the animals. This led to him discovering his ability to summon an animal companion to keep him company. This animal companion, or companions, became a hoard of rats he accumulated while on the road, with their leader, whom Hyungwon named Ratrick. Every now and again, whenever he realized that he was running low on supplies that he couldn’t make or find himself, Hyungwon (having a small existential crisis) forced himself to wander into local villages to restock. He would use Ratrick and his hoard rats to gather what they could before he had to step in and do it himself. Anything he could do to avoid people, he’d do it. The only person who ever made the effort to become friends with Hyungwon and give him one small connection to society was Shownu. The only reason that this happened was because Shownu almost killed Hyungwon by accident after he found Hyungwon sneaking large amounts of snacks out of the community pantry. Shownu saw that despite Hyungwon's incredible reflexes and skill, that all Hyungwon really wanted was to be. Just be. So, Shownu gave Hyungwon the supplies he needed and told Hyungwon that if he ever wanted a place to return to, that he would always have one in Shownu's village. That one connection was all Hyungwon needed in the world - that and Ratrick.

Jooheon: Human Sorcerer

Even though he would deny it, the village where he was born called Jooheon a miracle. For many generations, the village had been plagued by a militant occupation of power and money-hungry warlords. These warlords would regularly steal children as young as infants to raise them to be pieces of their military machine. Jooheon’s family did everything they could to keep his birth a secret, but his presence was felt all the way to the Feywild. The Fae decided to bless Jooheon with magic abilities - a jack-of-all-trades magic that would help him on his quest to freedom. Despite his blessing, Jooheon grew up hidden and isolated. His parents told him stories passed down from those before them of how the village used to be free until the warmongers had taken over. Every story fueled Jooheon to want to take action, and so he grew his magic to one day bring that liberation to his village. As an adult, with his Fae blessing fully charged, he made his presence known with explosions, taking out many of the warmonger’s bases. Cultivating all of his power, he blew through the warmonger’s encampments. By the time dawn began to break, not a single leader was left. The village was finally free - but, what now? Jooheon spent days in the village, ensuring everyone that he was force of good, and working with the other villagers to liberate all of the lost children that had been stolen from them. As more weeks passed, Jooheon began to feel more like there was something more left for him to do. As the village got back on its feet, free of their militant oppressors, Jooheon felt more and more useless, and his family could sense it. And so, they knew to let him go. They knew, with his Fae blessing, he would become a powerful freedom fighter that would bring liberation to countless people - just as he was born to do.

Chankgyun: Half-Elf Bard

Changkyun was born into a family of bardic singers, beloved by the humans and elvish. Everyone born into the family was blessed with a beautiful voice, and joined in the family choir once they came of age. That was, until Changkyun came along. When he became old enough to start his training to join the family, they learned something quite jarring - Changkyun couldn’t sing at all. No matter what they tried, he just could not sing to their standards; and so, they gave up on him. Every time they would travel to a new town to perform, Chankgyun’s family would sit him in the very back of the tavern while they performed. One night when he was a tween, and they saw him scribbling away on some paper. When they snatched the paper away from him, they saw that this whole time he had been writing lyrics -lyrics for him to perform. At first they laughed, reminding Changkyun that he was tone-deaf, but then he opened his mouth and began to rap the lyrics to perfection. His musicality, despite not singing, rendered his family speechless, as they never realized that talent could look different than what they expected. And so, Changkyun’s family gave him permission to join the family choir - an offer that he quickly refused. Chankgyun knew he was meant for more, and the fact that it took them until now to realize it never sat well for him. He walked off into the night, lyrics and a small drum in tow. On Chankgyun’s travels, he grew his skills of rhythm and rap. His unique musical stylings (and sporadic d*ck jokes) enthralled every village and town he came across. Despite being more shy and quiet when not performing, his stage persona was goofy, flirtatious, and a little bit of a menace. Every now and again, when he would have to interact with fans on the road, he’d break out the persona - an act that would regularly get him into trouble. There was an incident where he accidentally got engaged to a half-orc that he sweet-talked…he doesn’t like to talk about it. But, with every adventure and every song, he felt more and more free. He was no longer the “tone-deaf outcast”, but a creative spirit in his own right - one that he was meant to be all along. His talents helped him connect to so many on the outskirts, including Minhyuk, Jooheon and the others. Changkyun knew from then on that he would never be tossed aside again.

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MX Changkyun - 10 + 16 + 19 🤤

10. “Ah, fuck.”

16. "Such a good little pup, aren't you?"

19. “I want you. I need you.”

“I want you, I need you” Oh how those words felt like music to his ears, You were being so good for him so far, eating up every command he gave you and behaving so well… That’s how you found yourself here, laid out on the bed you two shared and being kissed from your jaw all the way down to your inner thigh. Worshiping you like the royalty you are was a common theme in the bedroom but this pet name he seemed obsessed with lately was something you were new to.

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" The name affected you more than you'd admit to him, We don't need his ego getting bigger than it already is from making you melt under his touch. You had lost track of how long you two were at it, all you knew was that would be sore in the morning and there was no sign of stopping him from reaching every aching inch of you that you needed attention on… “Ah, fuck..” the breathy curse was all you heard next to your ear as you felt him filling you and his head nustling into your neck, and to think this was only round one…

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claws

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

summary: changkyun gets his nails done.

pairing: changkyun x gn! reader

word count: 723

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

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

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

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

“Do your nails?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Societal norms and expectations?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you use the oil pen I gave you?”

“Yeah. Twice a day like you said.”

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

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

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

“You’re cute. Have fun, go nuts.”

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

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

“Babe. This is so fucking cool.”

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

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kpopmultistanfanficarchive · 2 years

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The Unsexiest Wedding Night Ever (Changkyun x Reader)

A/N: AAAHHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST!! Not going to lie, this was so fun to write. I hope you all enjoy it! Happy reading! <3

⭒Title: The Unsexiest Wedding Night Ever

⭒Pairing: Changkyun x Reader

⭒Rating: Mature Audiences

⭒Word Count: 922

⭒Prompt: a super awkward and unsexy wedding night fic feat. I.M.

"Baby, can I be honest?" You murmured, as he weaseled his way into the junction between your neck and shoulder, leaving a slew of tantalizing love bites there.

"'Course you can," he growled against your skin, leaving another bite which he soothed soon after with his tongue, "I always wanna know what's on your mind."

"I'm exhausted," you huffed with a frustrated groan.

Changkyun paused his ministrations then, head popping up so that he could get a proper look at your face. There was a short pause before the heat seeped from his features and he gave you a pitying smile. "Day finally caught up with you?"

"Mhmm."

You nodded, your eyes beginning to droop and glaze over as the first dregs of sleep began to overtake you. "I'm sorry, baby, I know it's our wedding night and we have this beautiful room but-"

"No buts," he said firmly, sitting up on his knees then to relieve you of his weight, "it's been a long day. It can wait. We can enjoy this beautiful room without completely defiling it."

"You promise you're not upset?"

"Of course not," he said pointedly, flopping onto his back with a huff and blinking up at the ceiling. "I'm tired too, if I'm being honest. I think that was the longest day of my life."

"You still enjoyed it though, right?"

"I did," he mumbled as he rolled over onto his side, resting his head against his hand as he peered down onto you, "I got to marry you, didn't I?"

"Lim Changkyun, I think that might just be the cheesiest thing you've ever said," you chuckled, reaching out with both hands to bring him to you for a kiss. A moment passed before you sat up, crossing your legs in front of yourself. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with that?" You asked, your eyes focused on the tent of his boxers. "I'll give you a handy, if you want."

"Tempting," he deadpanned, voice dripping with sarcasm, but he shook his head nonetheless and reached open an arm for you, pulling you into him. "Don't worry about it. I mean it. We've got our whole lives together."

"Ew, Changkyun," you giggled, thumping a fist against his shoulder, as he shielded himself and you both let out laughs in tandem, "but thank you for being understanding."

“You never have to thank me for listening to you, Y/N. That’s my job-” you gagged dramatically as he giggled at the mushiness of his words, pulling you against him as he did “-as your husband.”

“EW,” you groaned again before breaking into laughter yourself. “You didn’t warn me that husband you was going to get all weird and sappy.”

“Okay, okay; I’m done, I promise,” he said, pushing himself into a sitting position. “Do you want me to help you out of your dress?”

It was only then that you realized that you were still trapped within the confines of the cocktail dress that you’d changed into for the reception. As far as comfort level, it was miles ahead of the dress you’d worn for the ceremony, but it was still constricting and you were all the more aware of it now that Changkyun had brought it up.

“Yes, please,” you murmured, sitting up just long enough to let him unzip your dress and slip it down past your hips where you shimmied and kicked it off into a pile on the floor. With that, you both laid back as you let the tension of the day leave your bodies.

"How are your feet feeling?" He asked absently after resting for a moment.

"Feels like they're about to fall off my body," you admitted.

You'd been trying to keep your mind off of the dull throb in your feet for hours. You had insisted that you could make it in heels throughout the ceremony, the photo sessions, and the reception. Though you had managed to troop through, you were practically limping to the car at the end of the night. Never mind making it up to the hotel room; you'd all but begged for Changkyun to carry you, which he'd done without complaint.

“Tell you what,” Changkyun said, moving to the end of the bed and pulling your feet into his lap, “why don’t you call for some room service while I rub your feet. After that we’ll call it a night.”

The next thing you knew, you were kicked back against a little pile of pillows, your feet resting in Changkyun’s lap as he massaged away at your arches, a plate of garlic french fries resting on the bedside table.

“Feeling better?” he asked, giving your ankle a squeeze.

“Mmhm,” you nodded blissfully, leaning forward to pop a fry into his waiting mouth, “thank you for taking care of me.”

“Thank you for letting me,” he murmured, finally releasing his hold on you and inching his way up the bed to press a kiss to your lips, stopping only a moment later, pulling away with a cringe, “my god you’ve got dragon breath after those garlic fries.”

“You do too, but I was going to let it slide,” you conceded with a laugh as Changkyun shook his head and finally settled down beside you, pulling the duvet up and over the both of you. “This has got to be the unsexiest wedding night ever.”

“Mm,” he grumbled in agreement, already half-asleep as he threw an arm over your middle, “Happy unsexy wedding night, baby.”

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I hope you enjoyed this little fic! My inbox is open for any drabble requests or MTLs!

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When He Notices You Having Trouble Walking The Morning After ~ Monsta X Reaction

Shownu:

“What’s happened? What’s wrong?” The groan that came from you as you stood up from the bed immediately woke Hyunwoo up, snapping upright and looking across at you.

Your hands rested over your stomach as you tried your best to ease the pain that you felt. “I told you that you were being too rough last night,” you scolded, not quite knowing what to do.

“Doesn’t this feel like the old days?”

Your eyes widened as Hyunwoo spoke, “this is not the time for reminiscing Hyunwoo, we’ve got lunch with my parents, I can’t show up walking like this to meet them.”

“At least they’ll know you’re well taken care of,” Hyunwoo smirked, “that’s important.”

Your head immediately shook at him, “I don’t want my parents knowing anything about what we did last night, and they won’t want to know either.”

“The table isn’t booked until one,” he reminded you, “why don’t you let me run you a bath? We used to do that, and it helped.”

You nodded back at him, “if the pain doesn’t go, you’ve got to help me think of an excuse.”

“I think your walk explains itself Y/N.”

Minhyuk:

“Are you still in bed?” Minhyuk sniggered as he walked back up the stairs after finishing his meeting online, noticing you tucked under the duvet. “You can’t stay there all day.”

Your head nodded in reply to Minhyuk as he sat down at the bottom of the bed. “I did try to get up, but it really hurt Minhyuk. There is no way that I’m leaving this spot unless I really have to.”

“Why does it hurt just to stand?”

A quizzical expression formed on your face, but Minhyuk was clueless. “Do you remember anything of what happened last night?” You asked as his smile dropped.

“I made you unable to walk,” he proudly remarked, “I thought that was just a joke.”

Your head shook as you still felt the pain linger from where you’d tried to walk, “I’m definitely not joking about how much this is hurting me right now.”

“I would say sorry, but I don’t think I am,” Minhyuk shyly admitted, “I’m feeling a little bit smug, is that allowed right now?”

Your shoulders shrugged back at him, “even if I tell you no, you’ll still be smug.”

“I’m a guy, can you blame me?”

Kihyun:

“Y/N, let me help you,” Kihyun called out to you as he watched you take small steps around the bedroom, feeling slightly sorry knowing that he was the reason for your struggle.

Your head shook as you tried your best to walk through it and hope that it would ease. “You could have helped me last night by not being so rough,” you smartly replied to him.

“I didn’t hear you saying no.”

Your eyes rolled as Kihyun smugly replied to you as well. “I didn’t think that saying yes would leave me walking like this,” you huffed, staring across at him on the bed.

“I can help you,” Kihyun reminded you, “maybe I could get you a hot water bottle?”

Your head shook once again, “I can’t show up at work with a hot water bottle wrapped around me, they’ll all be asking questions first of all.”

“That’s alright, you can just tell them all that you’ve got a boyfriend that knows his way around the bedroom,” Kihyun sniggered.

Your eyes widened straight away, “you’d get a kick out of me doing that, wouldn’t you?”

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

Hyungwon:

“Are you alright?” Hyungwon laughed as he watched you stand up from the bed, needing to take a moment to steady yourself at the surprising pain that you felt. “Do you need a hand?”

Your head shook as you turned back to Hyungwon laid on the bed, offering him a reassuring smile too. “Just a little bit achy, that’s all,” you replied, not wanting to give anything away to Hyungwon.

“Are you sure that you just ache?”

You took a few small steps forwards, biting down on your bottom lip to try and ignore the pain that you felt. “Just need to wake up, that’s all,” you murmured to yourself.

“Wake up from last night?” Hyungwon enquired, “I feel a little bit responsible here Y/N.”

Your eyes looked back to Hyungwon once again, “I’m not giving you the satisfaction of knowing this pain is from you last night,” you quickly told him.

“Why don’t you just let me give you a hand to where you want to go until your legs wake up?” Hyungwon offered, “it’s my fault.”

Your hand raised to stop him nearing you, “I think you’ve done enough already.”

“I definitely did plenty last night.”

Jooheon:

“What about if you just told them that you were under the weather?” Jooheon asked you as he watched you struggle to get yourself dressed in order to get yourself to work.

Your head shook, despite the wide smile that was on Jooheon’s face. “Sick days are for when you’re sick, they’ll know that I’m lying when they hear in my voice that I’m absolutely fine.”

“Why don’t you let me ring for you?”

The corners of your smile turned up as Jooheon spoke. “Stop encouraging me to take the day off,” you scolded, watching as Jooheon’s shoulders shrugged back at you.

“I can take care of you,” he reminded you, “it’s the least that I can do after last night.”

You looked around the bedroom, still feeling plenty of pain. “If I take the day off, are you going to take the day off to be here with me?”

“In a heartbeat,” Jooheon quickly told you, “you’re not sick, but you’re in pain, aren’t those basically just the same things anyway?”

Your eyes rolled back at him, “you’ve got all of this thought out, haven’t you?”

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

I.M:

“There you are,” Changkyun smiled as he heard the bedroom door open, letting go of a quiet laugh though as he watched you walking in. “Why are you walking like you’re in pain?”

You shot a glare across at Changkyun as soon as he finished speaking. “You can wipe that smug smirk off of your face straight away Im Changkyun, you know why I’m walking like I’m in pain.”

“Was last night that much for you?”

You quickly reached out, relieved to hold onto the frame of the bed for support. “I have to go to work this morning and look at the state of me to go in too.”

“You’ve got an hour,” Changkyun reminded you, “at least let me get you some pain relief.”

A sigh came from you as he stood up from the bed, “I’m going to need more than pain relief to get rid of this pain. I’ll be the talk of the office.”

“I’m sure all of your colleagues have done the walk of shame into the office before,” Changkyun tried his best to assure you.

Your eyes quickly let him know that he had failed though, “I’ve got a reputation.”

“Yeah, that you have a great boyfriend.”

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laysdimplesareillegal · 10 months

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still not having many girl friends after moving to korea you spent a lot of time with changkyun and the rest of the monstas. doing “girly” things with pillow princess hyungwon like watching fun movies, doing each others nails or seeing what he looks like with your makeup on etc to have fun without needed to go out. meanwhile changkyun starts coming out of his room more and more often to see what you guys are up to and talking about without him. until hyungwon notices, and as always encourages teasing his maknae

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Kinktober prompt #8: Wax play | I.M (MX) | 0.5k words ❧ Kinktober masterlist

You hiss as you take in a deep breath through gritted teeth, back arching as the first couple drops of melted wax drips on your skin. It burns for a few seconds, but Changkyun is careful as always, making the first drops tiny. They cool quickly, a safety check that the temperature is right and the wax doesn’t burn enough to hurt hurt. The droplets remain on your ribcage like seals of his ownership.

“Color?” he asks, gently cradling your cheek in his palm. You smile up at him, leaning into his touch.

“Green. Everything’s alright,” you respond without hesitation. You can’t wait for more, shifting a little on the spot in anticipation. You’d reach for him, if it wasn’t for your hands being tied to the headboard.

“Feels good?” he smirks, spreading your legs with a gentle grip on your thigh. He guides your legs apart and you let him, biting your lip. You expect him to drip the wax again but he doesn’t, much to your dismay. He quirks his brow, waiting for your answer.

“Yes, it feels good, I need more,” you whine. Satisfied, he gives you what you want. You feel a couple more drops land low across your stomach. They are bigger, warming up your skin for longer. You hiss, squirming on instinct even if the slight burning sensation makes you grow even wetter.

“Still alright?” he asks, caring for your safety first and foremost, even if you’re about to yell at him to focus on your pleasure instead. You nod in the end, not trusting your tongue enough. If you told him what you really wanted to tell him, you know you’d get punished for being bratty.

But you didn’t, and so he treats you to another pour of wax, right between your breasts. You moan louder than before, spine arching so much you swear it’ll break. Pleased with your reaction, he adds to that pour just a few seconds later, feeling his dick twitch in his pants at your desperate whimpers.

“You look so good covered in wax,” he groans, gently tracing the cooling drops with his free hand. And as he does, he adds another layer to the few drops on your abdomen.

“Please,” you sigh, looking up at him with hooded eyes. He studies your features, maintaining eye contact until his eyes shift, checking his hand is in the correct position before pouring a thin line of wax over the inside of your thigh. He loves your body jerks, your chest pushing against the hand he keeps on your sternum.

“Please touch me, please,” you repeat, whining and trying to get him to do anything. He coos at you, shushing you with a gentle caress of your cheek.

“I’ll check for myself how wet you are and we’ll see if you deserve it, okay?” he smirks. You bite your lip, your mood even better than it was. You both know what the outcome will be.

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