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catkyunie · 9 months

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Drink You Deeply ♡

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: The tension has been building for weeks between Changkyun and the boss of their little syndicate. Stolen glances, timed brushes in passing. Finally, the tension snaps.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: mafia!changkyun x mafiaboss!reader

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, smut, and more smut

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ): alluded criminal activity, oral (m! and f! receiving), fingering, pet names (angel/baby), thigh slaps, face fucking, pussy drunk changkyun (please let me know if I miss any!) MDNI 🛑

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The room was exactly how Changkyun had left it. Numerous items worth varying degrees of wealth littered the large mahogany table, anything from precious gems to pieces of deconstructed tech. Beneath that? An intricate and precise map of Seoul, down to alleyways and backstreets that average cartographers didn’t even bother with. Nevertheless, in I.M. 's line of work, he made it his business to know every twist, turn, and secret corner their capital might have hidden. Whatever caused the maneuverability of his brothers to be as effortless and smooth as possible. However, standing languidly before the whiteboard at the head of the table was the most priceless treasure in the room—the boss.

Her back was turned to him, eyes surely focused on the makeshift plans scribbled concisely over the face of the board, different colored notes representing the input and dictations of the members. The curtain of hair that Changkyun had imagined spilling over his body time and time again was tied loosely at the crown of her head, the planes of her slender neck peeking through with the subtle movements of her body as she studied. The thoughts of sinking his teeth into the pretty flesh, leaving his mark, and claiming, made I.M.’s throat bob as he swallowed past the thick taste of desire that bubbled up from his chest. She wore what looked like a pressed, white button down, rolled to the elbows and tucked into the waistband of a dark pencil skirt. Her arms were folded at her chest, her hip popped as she adjusted her weight from one foot to the other. Godammit.

Changkyun mimicked her demeanor, leaning casually against the far wall. Arms folded at his chest, accentuating his bare biceps, one foot lazily crossed over the other. He allowed his eyes to do one more quick sweep of her body above the table, thoughts of having her bent over its top darkening his gaze. Inhaling deeply and angling his chin, I.M. cleared his throat, pulling the young woman from her train of thought before asking simply, “We aren’t quite finished going over the logistics. Didn’t Shownu tell you as much?”

The boss turned on her heel to face Changkyun, her painted lips pulled up into a grin. He could have sworn he felt all of the air leave his lungs. Time and time again, I.M. found himself floored by her beauty, by the utter presence she demanded when she entered and occupied a room. Though she stood a full head shorter against the backdrop of him and his brothers, her gaze's calm, deep onyx commanded and brought rival syndicates to their knees. It was her voice and cunning that threatened violence and pain on those that fucked around in their territory. While every member had their role within the small group, they knew that she was the driving force that had propelled them to their standing in the rankings within the inner workings of the Seoul syndicates. And god damn, did it turn him on.

“Of course he did. But, when has that ever stopped me from peeking at plans?” Her voice was like silk, passing through his ears and massaging every bit of his brain that he never knew needed tickling. He replied with a quick, single-shouldered shrug, “It hasn’t. Just didn’t want you to think we were slacking off.”

Changkyun observed as her full lips slacked into a mock sulk as she bent forward at the waist and rested her palms on the deep red of the table. The exact shade of red that colored her lips and that he wished with every bone in his body to leave printed on her ass.

“Ever the perfectionist, Changkyunie.” she pouted.

He physically had to stop himself from whining at her teasing. From matching her sulk with a very real one of his own and explaining to her, as he had repeatedly, that if he wasn’t, everything could and would likely go to shit. While everyone held the same level of serious precision regarding their selected roles, I.M. felt that he was the orchestrated music that each of their instruments relied on to execute symphonies properly. He was their appraiser and getaway. The one that not only found the jobs and weighed their payout but that also ensured their safe passage to and from the heist. If he failed, they all did. Regardless, he refused to play into her razzing. So, instead, he settled with a furrow of the brow, his shoulders tightening as the muscle in his jaw twitched slightly.

Unfortunately, that was all she needed. Straightening from her position, arms crossing loosely beneath her breasts again, the boss clicked around the table. Stopping right in front of him and pressing a thumb to the crease in his brow, I.M had no choice but to relax beneath her touch as she spoke plainly, “You’ll wrinkle if you don’t learn to relax a bit, I.M. Didn’t Kihyun tell you as much?” Using his turn of phrase against him, she tilted her head in question, how her eyes softened despite the playful embers that glinted behind those black orbs. If her proximity to him hadn’t set his blood on fire, the care and sincerity behind her words certainly had. Without thinking, spurred forward on intuition and instinct alone, Changkyun’s hand went to her wrist, holding it tenderly as the thumb pressed to his brow now glided down the length of his nose and settled gently against his bottom lip. She tugged at it, making it fuller still, his grip on her wrist tightening slightly.

I.M. lifted his shoulders from the wall, straightening to his full height. He had half expected her to step away, to allow space between their bodies for breath to pass but, to his surprise, she stood firm. She did not budge as the swell of her breasts pressed lightly to the planes of his chest, her thumb now leaving his lip and resting lightly on his chin as she took it between her fingers and examined his face closely. There was no hiding or denying the lust that darkened his gaze, his eyes watching as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Biting lightly and then licking at the swelling it induced.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game.” The words were palpable in his throat, thick and honeyed, sticking to the inside of his mouth. The back and forth with the boss had been going on for months. Subtle brushes of flesh, stolen glances, innuendos that both considered missed but were very much received and understood. This was the first time Changkyun allowed himself to act on his impulses. To take the thoughts that swam in his head and give them life, a voice. Judging by how she fixated on the curves of his mouth, her eyes hooded and mirroring the lust that stirred within his own, I.M. couldn’t help but wonder how long her inclinations had whispered to her.

“My favorite kind,” she said in response, her eyes finally meeting his. Inviting. Tempting. Challenging. Who would bend to their whims first? Break and fold under the gaze of the other? I.M.’s grip tightened further, his very bones feeling like they might snap under her continued contemplation. It was with his next inhale, a shudder that heated his blood and left his body quivering, that he knew. He was putty in her hands, to be molded, shaped, and used however she saw fit to please her cardinal needs. And she, being the perceptive leader she was, could see it, feel it, hear it in the way his very breathing seemed to bend to her. This was checkmate.

Just as quickly as the fire had begun licking at the base of his spine and tangling itself in his veins, he willingly and gratefully accepted defeat, it was plunged into freezing water and smothered. The step she took away from him, the hand that followed her and fell to her hip, stole the heat from his body and left a cold chill. The inches between them might as well have stretched for miles. Changkyun had to physically stop himself from moving in time with her, to plant his feet solidly to the ground instead of following her into that space, into that distance. Was this a coming to senses, a realization on her side that mixing business with pleasure would only lead to unneeded complications? Or, perhaps, this was another level to their unspoken game. Regardless, I.M. needed that heat like a drunk needed their booze. She was the finest whiskey brand, and he had every intention of succumbing to his basest desires and drink her deeply.

Changkyun’s hands met at his lower back, the palm that had previously held her wrist now wrapping around his own. Slowly, painfully so, he bent forward. Testing the space between them, watching to see how she responded. To no one’s surprise, she did not balk. Her face, her posture, gave nothing away. She stood firmly, one hand propped on a hip while the other hung loosely at her side. It wasn’t until I.M. had bowed to meet her at eye level, his mouth so close to her own, that their breaths mixed in a way that left his head spinning. At that moment was when he noticed the way her body responded. The sharp inhale, her bosom blossoming to steal his breath away and take it into herself. He grinned, despite himself, and on a whispered exhale, said against her lips, “Your move, boss.”

There, a silent switch was flipped in that too-quiet space between heartbeats. One that catapulted them into a direction that there would be no coming back from. Thumbs curled into belt loops as Changkyun felt a tug at his waist, positions of power shifting as the boss yanked him and spun him on his heel. With a flourish, I.M. found himself pushed up against the table's edge, his hips pressed tightly into the frame by the boss's insistent hands. The consistent ebb and flow of energy between the pair left Changkyun’s head spinning with a drunken stupor that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to recover from. Now he knew how delicious the conflict would be, based solely on the fragrant aroma of their shared lust occupying the same space. To think he was already this befuddled, and he hadn’t even tasted her yet–

His thoughts were quickly smothered down by the overwhelming sensation of her digits whispering against his flesh. I.M.’s eyes followed her every movement as she lowered to her knees, the friction of her slender fingers tugging at the tank tucked into the leather of his pants. It was enough to pull a whimper from the depths of Changkyun’s belly. The sound only spurred her further, bunching the clothing up near his middle before trailing those manicured nails over the raised muscles of his abdomen. He was utterly enthralled with the look of her, eyes blown out with desire, cheeks and ear tips kissed with the softest shade of pink. All while kneeling before him, admiring his body, on the verge of devouring him whole. Akin to a position of worship.

Before Changkyun could collect his thoughts and clear the fog of desire that had clouded his vision, he felt her fingers tugging at his hips, skillfully unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them from the cut of muscle at his pelvis. Slowly, languidly, those same fingers inched around his body to the seam of clothing that clung to his lower back, pushing past the fabric and down over the curve of his ass. And then, with one final tug, I.M popped free from the too-tight clothing. Now fully exposed, the head of his cock already swollen and weeping at the promise of what her hungry eyes entailed, he had to bite back a hiss as she leaned forward and drug her tongue over the slit, collecting the moisture there and savoring his taste.

Gone was the air of light-natured teasing. Now, there was a sense of urgency in how she pushed forward on her knees, how her tongue hung past her full lips as she slipped him into her mouth. The boss left him no room to breathe as she hilted him between her lips, nose brushing his public bone as he twitched at the back of her throat.

“Fuck–” he quipped, pushing up and into her throat, letting her feel his length, his girth, relaxing around him and adjusting her movements to accommodate him. As she worked her mouth over the shaft of his dick, taking his length and sheathing it between her lips, the boss’s eyes slowly and unconsciously slid closed. She was so engrossed in the feel of him filling her mouth, how his hips bucked to meet her throat, and the subtle taste of precum that coated her tongue and cheeks that she hadn’t even realized that her eyes had left his. She was chasing the high that came with knowing how Changkyun reacted to her touch and the feeling of her mouth milking him for everything he had to offer. However, unbeknownst to her, this was only half of the fun for I.M. He wanted her to witness how he came apart for her, to watch the subtle changes in him. He bit into the hem of his tank to keep his abdomen and hips exposed for her, one hand teasing at his puckered nipple as the other gently wrapped in her hair and tugged with encouragement. Her eyes on his body and experiencing firsthand how much of a whimpering, desperate mess he became, naturally submitting beneath her powerful gaze, did just as much for the man as being buried between those pretty lips.

“Please…” he begged through the cloth and gritted teeth, the fingers that had previously been tangled in her silk curtain now brushing gently against her jaw, pleading for her to place those beautiful eyes on him. And, just as he’d hoped, she entertained his request and did just that. From beneath those long lashes, her eyes found him. Watching the way they darkened upon seeing him in such a state, how he, quite literally, felt her cheeks tighten and suck at him harder, vacuuming him into the back of her throat, damn near sent Changkyun over the edge.

Feeling the way she adjusted beneath him, I.M’s eyes snapped down to the floor, her legs naturally spreading so she could place her center of gravity in her hips and thighs. When their eyes met again, he felt her hands trailing up the back of his thighs, nails dragging along the hardened muscle. The sensation pulled a groan from deep in his belly, eyes rolling to the back of his head as goosebumps littered his skin. Goddamn, this was better than he could’ve ever dreamed. He could feel the tight fist of climax grip his lower spine, but he had no plans to slow its impending arrival. She just felt too fucking good. That was when he felt it. Hands gripping at his firm ass, nails digging into the tender flesh and pulling him deeper into the depths of her throat.

“Oh, what the fuck…” he gasped, the hand in her hair tightening. Eyes locked on eyes once again, and as he held himself there at the back of her neck, waiting to see what she had planned, he felt her swallow against his dick with a slight nod of the chin.

“Can I fuck your face, angel? Is that what you want?” he breathed.

His answer came in the form of her pulling off of him slightly, centering herself, and once again pressing the tips of her fingers into his backside, urging him. That was all he needed. Readjusting his hand in her hair, his fingers grazing the nape of her neck and holding tightly, he nodded.

“Hold on tight, baby.”

Caution was thrown to the wind as Changkyun began to pump himself into her wet mouth, hips rolling forward and back steadily. With each thrust, the coil in his spine tightened further. Coupled with her nails in his skin and the look of absolute fucked out bliss on her face, I.M knew it wouldn’t be long before he emptied himself down her throat. She took each stroke like a professional as the force of his hips began to quicken. He was lost in his sea of need, the desperate and quickening pace he took evidence enough as he chased that high and the surge of dopamine that would come with it. He could feel his knees quake as lewd pants were pushed out of his throat. His eyes were clouded with an unspoken question that the boss answered with a slight tilt of her head, one of her hands snaking back to the front of his body as she palmed and kneaded his balls. That was what broke the dam.

I.M. had to brace himself against the edge of the table as his body arched and found release, fingers white knuckling against the wood surface and in the length of hair he had been gripping in euphoria. He felt the knot in his lower back tighten as he emptied into her mouth, her cheeks filling with his cum before she greedily swallowed it and savored every drop he gifted her. Quivering and breathless, he felt his body finally relax against the table as she pulled him from her mouth. The grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth had him hardening almost instantly. She was smug. And he wanted nothing more than to wipe that shit-eating grin off her face.

Bending at the waist with little warning, Changkyun’s lips found her in a hungry embrace, the hands at her waist quickly tugging her from the floor as they switched places. He didn’t have time to play this little back-and-forth they had established. Not now, not after he had found his climax and regained his head. Tasting himself on her tongue only elevated his need. He needed her, craved her. He was ravenous, and the slick heat between her thighs was the only thing to satiate his appetite. Gingerly placing her back against the mahogany table, a hand at the back of her neck to support how tightly he pressed his mouth to hers, Changkyun’s other hand was already working at her blouse. Deftly undoing the buttons straining against the rise of her chest, his teeth nipped at the bottom lip he sucked into his mouth as he quickly pulled away the brassier that held her breasts. Finally releasing the vice from her mouth, Changkyun straightened his spine as he peered down at his first in command and her state. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already trembling. Her cheeks flushed, nipples perked, the skirt scarcely covering her lower half, riding up her legs and clinging to the plush flesh of her thighs.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed, his hands quivering as he reached for the seam of her skirt, pushing it up and around her waist. I.M’s hands now held her hips tightly as he bent before her covered slit, the boss’s legs unconsciously pulling away to give him the access he needed to admire. There was no hesitation in her movements, nothing showing that she was timid or uncertain. She knew what she wanted, and he always intended to give it to her.

“Kyun…”

Peeling his eyes from the moist cloth that covered her cunt, Changkyun met her gaze as she pushed up on her elbows and considered him. Licking at his lips, he turned his cheek into the hand she now offered him, pulling in a sharp inhale as the same hand quickly slid up and tangled in his dark locks.

“Be a good boy and tend to your mess,” she spoke lowly, eyes sharp and expecting.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Turning his attention back to her core, he pulled a hand away from her hip and quickly hooked a finger around the cloth of her panties, pulling them to the side and being welcomed by the most beautiful specimen he had ever seen. Every one of Changkyun’s senses was locked in. The world could have been burning down around them, and he wouldn’t have cared or bothered to notice. Seeing firsthand how swollen and plump the entrance of her body became from having him in her mouth, the feeling of her arousal coating and slicking his fingers as he traced his knuckles loosely over her entrance. Teasing. Enticing. The smell of her lust amalgamated with his saliva as he flattened his tongue over her slit, his nose pressed against the bundle of nerves at her apex. Hearing the sounds he elicited from her throat with every lick, lap, and stroke of his tongue and fingers set his blood on fire and drove him deeper into the folds of her cunt, as if smothering himself in her desire would bring him closer to God. And Christ Almighty, the taste of this woman. It was as if her flavor had been explicitly formulated to satisfy I.M.’s needs and desires. The richness of her, how she fully coated his tongue and throat and left him desperate for more. It was a brand she was unaware she had left on him, one that had tied their bodies together in ways that would send Changkyun to the ends of the Earth. To pleasure this woman, to kneel at the altar of her body and hear how she sang when met with his worship and devotion. He would give anything. He would give his life, his soul. He would give everything.

“Changkyun…” her voice was little more than a breath as he felt her fingers curl tighter in his hair, nails dragging over his scalp and causing him to groan into her cunt. His response had her back arching like a cat, her hips grinding into his nose and tongue as she gasped for air, desperate for friction and inching closer and closer to the edge of release. As desperately as I.M. wanted to tease and prolong their time together, pulling his face away from her sex left him trembling and fiending. His need to please her, to have her cum on his tongue and flood his mouth with her essence, smothering him between her thighs and completely encapsulating him in her own need, won out over his want to have her beg and plead for liberation. The line of desperation blurred between them, becoming a hazy daydream as they each crawled closer to their shared, common goal. Release.

The build-up was beginning to send tremors through the boss's body, her spine now permanently affixed in a seductive curve, her legs curling into her body as her thighs began to tremble. Changkyun knew she was close. He could feel how her hands tousled his hair, her hips rocked back and forth on his tongue, and her voice elevated from breathless pants to lewd sounds of pleasure and bliss that echoed in his mind. His hunger for her orgasm chased closely on its heels, driving him to bury his face deeper still as he lifted his shoulders and readjusted his angle. Both hands reached forward and tightly grasped her thighs, burying his fingers into the soft flesh and pushing her knees to her chest. Temptation pulled at his yearnings, and, answering the call that stirred deep in his belly, Changkyun pulled his face away from her cunt long enough to experience this new perspective. Lips that were slick and flushed a bright pink, that same gloss painting his mouth, nose, and chin, shimmering off her pale thighs. He pressed her legs together, causing the folds of her pussy to follow suit, and the view made him groan. Supple and juicy, the most delicious fruit he had ever had the pleasure of tasting. Lifting a hand and bringing it down with force against her thigh, Changkyun reveled in the bright pink stain that colored her skin. Bringing his hand back down against the abrasion, I.M. squeezed at the plush flesh, leaving indentations with his fingers. Gripping both thighs once more, he opened his mouth above the boss’s glistening cunt, allowing a dribble of spit to fall from his full lips and cover her entrance before diving head-first back into her folds and finishing his feast.

He pressed his tongue past her labia, the length of it finding and lapping hungrily at the bundle of nerves that made her thighs quiver beneath his palms. Bringing one of his hands down to chest level, Changkyun prepped one at her entrance, teasing at the opening before slipping past her wet folds. He felt her body jerking beneath him, her hips pushing down for the friction, her breath hitching as she choked out a beg.

“More…Kyunie, please.”

Slipping another finger into her, Changkyun drug his fingers upwards in a curl, feeling the pillow patch of flesh that sent her reeling. Massaging the tips of his fingers over it, his tongue steadily teasing and lapping over her clit, I.M continued the motion until he could feel her body tense and her breathing catch. Pressing his face into her, he propelled her over the edge, a cry passing through her lips that damn well almost made his twitching cock spill over the floor. It was hands down the sexiest thing he had ever heard, her pants of pleasure being a close second as the muscles of her cunt tightened around him, riding out her orgasm.

As the boss’s fingers loosed in his hair and he felt her coming down from the climax, Changkyun slowly removed his fingers from her core, planting one final kiss on her cunt before erecting his spine. Taking a step back, I.M admired her form as he sucked his fingers clean. Her body was still being rocked with aftershocks, her perfectly placed hair now sticking to her forehead as her head lolled lazily to the side. He bent forward, slowly wiping her bangs aside and kissing her forehead. As he went to stand, readjusting her clothing, he felt a hand at his wrist. She had rolled her head back, eyes finding his, pleading, as her legs began to spread again—a silent request.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” he teased, a lazy smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he stepped forward, stroking his firm cock as her legs easily rested against his hips. Just as he lined himself up with her pussy, he heard voices from up the hall.

“You knew I was going for that last bit of gimbap,” Hyungwon sulked, close at Minhyuk’s shoulder as his hyung shrugged and continued down the hall.

“You didn’t vocalize it, how was I supposed to know?”

“Min, stop teasing Hyungwon,” Shownu spoke over his shoulder, a grin playing at his full lips.

“You’re only saying that because if Minhyuk hadn’t gotten to it, you would’ve,” piped up Jooheon, throwing an arm over Shownu’s shoulder lazily as they rounded the corner into the conference room.

The four of them found Changkyun and the boss at either side of the room, one inspecting the board closely and scribbling notes as the other was seated at the table, thumbing through notes. An unmistakable tension hung in the air, one that was palpable enough to slice through. Kihyun, not far behind and clinging to plastic bags, elbowed his way through the group before shooting the men an incredulous look and setting the load on the table in front of the boss.

“Could you not crowd the doorway, please? Especially since you all left me to carry the takeout and drinks. Alone.” he stated pointedly.

“Thank you, Ki.” the boss said quickly, standing from her seat and going to trifle through the bag and remove the styrofoam containers. Peeking over her shoulder, she motioned to the dinner spread before stating simply, “Dinner’s here, Changkyun.”

As the men shuffled into the room and took their places at the table, I.M joined them and reached for the drink labeled with his name, nodding in thanks.

“Not hungry, Chankhyunah?” Jooheon asked simply, sipping from his drink and shooting a glance in the boss’s direction.

“Nah, I’ve had my fill for now,” he answered lowly, scribbling notes over a piece of looseleaf that sat to his right. With that being said, and one last glance shared amongst his brothers, an easy conversation began to filter through the room, consisting mainly of Hyungwon’s sulks and tandem teasing from Jooheon and Minhyuk. Beneath the table, he felt a hand on his knee, a firm squeeze from the boss. Grinning to himself, he took another sip of his tea and shook his head off the thoughts that began to cloud them again. The squeeze was a confirmation that she had heard his veiled promise. One that he planned to see through again, again, and again.

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brainddeadd · 6 days

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smut

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

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

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

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

"Kyunie you're all mine."

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

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

"Fuck-"

"Daddy please."

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

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 months

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Silly One

Summary: Making a late-night ingredient grocery trip together, leads to a snowball fight.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,848

Changkyun (I.M) X Reader

[Mentions: Kihyun]

Requested: heya! how does prompt 11 with monsta x changkyun sound? —--- im thinking maybe he starts a spontaneous snowball fight because reader did or said something astronomically dumb, or vice versa, or something else along those lines. up to you! happy writing~ looking forward to it ^_^

Prompt: 11. "Snowball fight!"

[A/n: Thank you @zedwards for helping me further envision what you wanted to read! It was a lot sweeter and softer with your ideas! I hope you enjoy this!]

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You’re sitting on the couch, starting to grow bored of the TV series you're watching. You look over to see Changkyun take off his headphones, taking a break from his game, and he says, “The boys are tired of gaming.” You nod, looking at the clock. It’s seven at night, and you smile as you see his eyes light up, “You know what we’ve never done?” You tilt your head at him, waiting for him to continue, and he smiles, “What do you say to us making cookies and fudge together, tonight?” You gasp, “We’ve never done that!” He stands up from his chair, and you get off the couch, pausing your show that was boring you to tears. You follow him into the kitchen and find the cookbooks. “What kind?” “Let’s go with two that are easy.” You nod, and both of you look through the recipes, “Oh, what about chocolate chip cookies?” He nods and shows you a recipe for chocolate fudge. You grin, “Oh, this is only five ingredients. It will be quick!” He nods, and you flip another page in yours.

While he starts pulling everything out for it, he gasps, “We don’t have two.” You pout as you look up from your cookbook, “What do we have right now?” He shows you the nearly full containers of sugar and vanilla he pulled out. You move past him to search for other ingredients and find you have enough flour for the cookies. You check the fridge, “Oh, I guess we're going on a grocery trip first.” He hums, and you write down a list of everything that the two of you would need to bake. You follow him out the door, and he goes, “Do you think we need the car?” You shake your head, “It’s just going to be cans and some boxes.” You both walk to the store hand in hand. And he pulls you close to him every time a cold gust of snowy wind hits you.

You both walk the isles and sigh, “You’d think it’d say baking goods on the signs.” You look down, not even scanning them, and he giggles as he goes, “It does.” You quickly look up to see the aisle you were about to pass, says, “Baking goods, oil, sugar, and coffee.” You shake your head, “Well, at least you saw it.” He laughs and leads you down the aisle, and he gets the cocoa from the top shelf as you find the correct chocolate chips. He asks, “Semi-sweet, right?” You nod and see it in the middle, “Big bag or little?” “Big bag, the best part of chocolate chip cookies is the chocolate chips.” You laugh as you agree, and he grabs two cans of sweetened condensed milk. While you get the baking powder and soda.

You head to the refrigerated aisle and grab some butter and eggs, “Nothing else, right?” He shakes his head, “We have enough salt in our shakers.” You agree, and you take it to the cashier, and they ring you up, and you pay for the total. And then you both begin the walk home, “Oh, the snow stopped coming down, that’s nice.” He agrees, “But there’s more snow on the ground.”

As you pass by the park, covered in blankets of snow. He goes, “You know how I grabbed sweetened condensed milk?” You nod, “Yeah.” He laughs as he tells you, “It was maybe a year ago now, but I used to think it was just solid milk in a can… Like the consistency of like pudding or jello or something like that.” You stop walking, confused, “What?” He shrugs, “What?” You ask, “You’ve never heard of people using it in their coffee or something like that?” He shakes his head, stopping in his tracks, too, “I drink my coffee black, and I’ve never watched a baking show.” You laugh, “Oh yeah, I forgot you’re weird like that. No sweetener, just coffee.” He pouts and says, “I am not weird. Almost everyone likes it like that!” You shake your head, “Uh, no? Have you ever heard of a frappuccino?” He rolls his eyes, and you gasp, “You rolled your eyes!” He sticks his nose up in the air, acting all high and mighty, “You’re just jealous 'cause you can’t drink it straight.” You set the groceries down while he’s still looking up, form a snowball, and pelt him with it.

He gasps, looking down at the snow still on his jacket before locking eyes with you and dropping his bags down. You smirk and toss another ball in your hands, ready to throw before hitting his arm this time. “Oh, it’s on!” And he makes a snowball with ease and throws one back. You cackle as you yell, “Snowball fight!” The more you throw, the further you get from the groceries. You scream as he hits you with another snowball before throwing one back at him and missing. He cackles, and you scowl before grabbing another wad of snow and forming it before throwing it, this time landing and hitting his shoulder. He doesn’t miss with either of his snowballs, hitting you near the collar and on the side of the jacket. For every snowball you throw, he throws one back.

Your fingers start feeling numb, so you give up after throwing another snowball at him. You sit down as the snowball lands in front of his shoes. He throws one back at you as you sit down and misses you completely. You giggle at the failed attempt before calling for a truce. He says it back as he walks towards you. And he leans down in front of you. You go, “Huh?” And he lifts your chin up and kisses you. If your cheeks weren’t rosy from the cold weather, they certainly were now. When he pulls away, he tells you, “That was fun.” You agree, and he goes, “Doesn’t it make sense for condensed milk to be solid?” You laugh, “It kind of does.”

He smiles as he helps you up, and you ask, “You want to walk back home now?” He nods, and you both walk back to the grocery bags, “It didn’t seem like we were that far from them.” He laughs, “I didn’t think so either.” You trudge through the snow, and he goes, “You don’t think I’m weird for drinking black coffee, do you?” you shake your head, “No, I was just teasing. I think it’s cool that you do. I like my coffee with sweetener. And one of the sweeteners I’ve used around you is condensed milk. That’s why I was shocked that you’ve never seen me do so.” He laughs, “Oh! I thought that was canned milk.” You shake your head in disbelief, “While that may exist somewhere, I definitely get it from the jug.” He laughs, and as you pick up your groceries, you go, “You’re so silly. I love you so much.” He grins, “You are too! I love you so much, (Y/n).” You smile and kiss him before you both walk back to your apartment.

As you set the groceries down and measure everything out, he asks, “Have you ever made cookies or fudge by yourself?” You shake your head ‘no’, “Do you mind if I call Ki?” You sigh in relief, “I was hoping you’d ask.” He laughs, which makes you laugh as he calls him up. He puts Kihyun on speaker after saying their hellos, “Yeah, Ki, we’re going to make cookies and fudge. Anything we should know?” He goes, “I don’t bake much, but please watch the pot and don’t turn the heat on high for the fudge.” You agree, and he continues, “And please, check that you’ve cooked the cookies before you turn off the oven.” “How do we do that?” He sighs, “You have to stick a knife into one of the cookies and make sure nothing gooey sticks to it. And if they’re golden brown, take them out.” You agree and make mental notes before thanking him, “Be careful, you two.” You hum, and he goes, “We will. I’ll see you on the weekend?” He goes, “Yeah, I’ll see you then! Take care!” You both tell him you will before he hangs up.

You follow the other instructions to a T, adding in Kihyun’s instructions like they were sprinkles as you make the fudge and chocolate chip cookies. He pours more than half of the bag of chocolate chips into the batter and stirs it in as you plop them onto the tray. It sounds like rocks hitting metal, not like cookie dough landing on foil. You laugh, “How many did you put in?” He grins, “Enough to have one in every microbite.” You cackle, and he puts the first tray in.

You make the fudge while you both wait, and he butters the pan as you stir it continuously for a minute. When it comes to a boil, you turn off the heat and pour it into the pan. You put it into the fridge, “We have to wait fifteen minutes to cut it, then we get to eat it in thirty.” He pouts, “That’s so long…” You agree, and a few minutes later, the first tray of cookies comes out perfect, just as Kihyun said, except for the chocolate coating the knife. You trade out the trays and sit down while you wait. “Are you excited for our first homemade desserts together?” He smiles, “More than.”

You come back in when the bell rings, and you cut the fudge up as he places the small tray of chocolate chip cookies in. You put the fudge back in the fridge, and he pulls off a cookie for each of you off the first tray. You bite into it, and it tastes like a chocolatey heaven, with subtle hints of cookie. “Oh, these are so good.” He grins, and you both tap your cookies together, “We have to make these again!” He nods, and you both eat off the warm tray, waiting for the last round of cookies to finish and for the fudge to set.

When the fudge and cookies are done, he puts all the cookies into a jar, saving the hottest cookies for the two of you to eat. You put a few pieces of fudge for the both of you on a plate and hand him one to try after he gets the last cookie in the jar. You both try it at the same time. You gasp, and he exclaims, “Ohh, sweetened condensed milk for the win!” You cackle as you finish your fudge, he plates the hot cookies. And the two of you head into the living room to eat more of the treats you made. He cheers, “I’m proud of us!” You grin, “I am too! Our first baking session together was a success!” He taps his fudge to your chocolate chip cookie, and you both eat the two happily. You lean your head on his shoulder, “Let’s do this again.” He agrees, “Absolutely.”

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pillowfluffs · 5 months

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MX Short Stories // 101 (CH)

gif made by @rivaillerose

Roars of the fans were loud as they cheered on for their favorite idols and groups, waving their light sticks, holding up banners and signs. It was funny since you were once like them but now you were on the other side. Now there were others cheering for you and your group. ISAC - the Idol Star Athletics Championships, a field day for idols to show off their athletic side and for groups from all companies to come together and to have fun, spend time with friends and fans. Cameras and lights everywhere. But this was also a constant thought that had to be remembered as an idol - there’s always someone watching.

You walked down the hallway, back toward the stadium after your quick bathroom break and now it was time to rejoin with your group, wherever they were. You hadn’t really seen them since you finished your events for the day and they had theirs, so your group was scattered all around.

It was like entering a new world as the lights were suddenly shining down, and you could almost feel some eyes turning toward you. But then again, there was a lot more screaming now that the male group idols were participating in wrestling.

Your fingers fiddled with the bandage you were trying to unwrap but they were so different from the ones you were used to back home. You had a cut you didn’t even realize you had until you were washing your hands and the soap had gotten into the cut.

Your eyes wandered around the stadium before looking back down to your bandage, fiddling with the paper but you couldn’t find the preferated seam, none of those. But with your eyes on the ground, you didn’t even notice the steps approaching you, the sudden body standing before you.

“Uh, do you need help?” A deep voice asked you quietly admist all the chaos and loudness all around the spacious stadium.

You looked up and met eyes with Monsta X’s I.M, his dark brown hair long and his eyes almost invisible behind them.

“Oh, yes please,” you snapped yourself out of it, realizing you had been frozen for just a bit too long. You handed him the bandaid as he took it from the palm of your hand, ripping the wrapping with ease, though you kept your eyes on the ground. Your mind raced. What was your manager going to say? How would fans react, especially now that Monsta X was on the rise and your group were still rookies. How would they feel toward these interactions, especially since there were fans online and everywhere who were known to interpret the slightest interactions as two idols possible dating or that they liked each other.

You stuck your finger out, allowing him to wrap the bandage around your little cut. “Thank you,” you bowed, only to feel immense heat rise up in your chest seeing glances from other male idols and that was when it hit you that you were on the “male” side, since males and females tended to sit apart from each other, unless they were close brother/ sister groups like Twice and Stray Kids and such.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Try to be careful,” he smiled kindly before he backed away cooly, returning to his seat.

Why was your heart beating so fast? You were fortunately able to find your other group members, much more at ease with them but you couldn’t hel but glance back toward the area he sat in.. well, to him, though you had to resist the urge - you couldn’t risk a scandal or rumor and trouble either groups and companies. But you did notice something... he was getting closer.. You couldn’t tell if it was just your imagination, if you were thinking too much about it or not. His group was sat in the stands, now they were sat at the edge of the stadium, and now they were sitting closer to the groups.

When it was time for one of your members’ events, you stood up to cheer when that’s when you felt it. As you stood, you bumped into someone, knocking you right back down to where you once sat.

“I’m sorry, didn’t see you there,” the familiar voice called out to you as he helped you up, offering his hands to you. Changkyun lifted you up to your feet. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” you bowed politely before turning away, though his hand was still holding onto yours.

“Uh, before you go, maybe we can contact each other?” his voce was quiet as his head down. He slipped a piece of paper into your hand before bowing with the nod of his head and disappearing with the rest of his group.

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by-tea · 2 years

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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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sluttywonwoo · 2 years

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(in)convenient [part one]

pairing: im changkyun x f!reader (ft. ex-bf kang yeosang)

summary: finding out your ex-boyfriend is engaged has you lying through your teeth about someone you barely know, merely out of convenience. thankfully changkyun doesn't seem to mind.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex, (eventual smut)

Being late to class on the first day was not a great look. Especially as a grad student. And unfortunately for you, the room you were trying to get to was in a building on the far side of campus that was rarely used for lectures. It was mostly reserved for offices and meetings, so it was practically a maze to navigate, and the maps by the elevators only confused you further.

The day had already been rocky up until this point, and your scramble to your second class wasn’t making it any better. First your car wouldn’t start, then when it finally did you couldn’t find parking, then in your morning lecture you’d been assigned a project with a partner from your program you barely knew. You knew your degree would require a lot of group work, you were just caught off guard by how suddenly you were being thrust into the brunt of things. Im Changkyun was nice enough, at least from what little you knew about him. You’d had a couple of classes together in undergrad, but you had never had a real conversation with him until today when you exchanged numbers to talk about your assignment.

The room your class was in was tucked away in the corner of the building on the second floor. It was a conference room that was used for class overflow when the university booked too many courses at the same time. No wonder it took you so long to find it. Evidently, your history class had gotten the short end of the stick, which wasn’t surprising. Because even though you weren’t getting your degree in history, you had enough sense to know that the history programs were often overlooked in general.

Since it was a conference room, the set up was much different than what you were used to. Instead of desks, long tables formed a rectangle in the middle of the floor where everyone sat facing each other. Your professor was at the front of the room, standing in front of the projector screen as she called roll. She barely noticed you as you slid into the first empty seat you saw and you breathed a sigh of relief.

She was moving down the roster pretty fast, making notes in the margins about nicknames, pronunciation, and each student’s preferred pronouns. You fiddled with the ring on your middle finger, switching it between your pointer, then your ring fingers nervously.

“Kang Yeosang?”

Your head snapped up so fast that your neck audibly cracked, and you nearly spat out the iced coffee you’d been drinking.

“Here!”

The voice came from right next to you. You hadn’t even realized you’d taken the seat next to your ex-boyfriend until that very second. You hadn’t even realized that he was in this class.

Yeosang turned and gave you a polite smile of acknowledgement before returning his attention to your professor. You remained frozen in place until she called your name. Only then did you relax the tiniest fraction to tell her you were present.

You had to drop this class. You couldn’t spend an entire semester in the same room as Kang Yeosang, let alone spend it sitting right next to him. But you needed the course to graduate... maybe you could take it another semester- your train of thought was interrupted by your professor, who had introduced herself as Dr. Bender, instructing everyone to partner up for a ‘quick exercise’. You could weigh the pros and cons of dropping the class later. First, you needed to focus on finding a partner nearby who wasn’t-

“Want to be partners?” Yeosang’s voice was the last thing you wanted to hear, but you couldn’t just ignore him. Well, you could, but you didn’t want to seem like you were still bitter over the breakup that happened almost two years ago even though you absolutely were.

A quick glance to his left indicated that the girl on the other side of him had already grouped up with the guy on her left, leaving you as the only option. It was a relief to know that he wasn’t singling you out on purpose, not that he was the kind of person to do that anyway. Yeosang was a decent guy, your relationship had just ended badly with a lot of heartbreak on your end.

You weren’t sure if it was fair to hold that against him after so much time had passed, but you couldn’t help it. Just looking at him threatened to bring up those feelings you had worked so hard to suppress. That’s why you had deleted every trace of him from your phone. All of your messages, pictures, everything had been erased so you wouldn’t have to be reminded of him. It was probably all still there somewhere in the cloud, but you weren’t planning on searching for it any time soon.

“Sure,” you answered reluctantly.

By now, the person to your right had also partnered up leaving you with no other choice.

“What do we have to do?”

“Dr. Bender put up some questions on the projector for us to answer. We’re supposed to get to know each other and then I think we have to share something we learned about the other person when the timer runs out.”

“This is a graduate level course, right?” you asked, feeling mildly annoyed that you were spending your time doing this instead of something productive. Even going over the syllabus would be less painful.

Yeosang chuckled half-heartedly and shrugged. “She said her classes are always really close with each other by the end of the semester, so we’ll probably be doing this sort of thing a lot.”

“Did she say all of this before I got here or was I just not listening?”

“Mix of both, I think.” He had the audacity to smirk before clearing his throat and looking back up at the screen. “We should probably get to the questions.”

You nodded in agreement and turned to look at the screen, careful not to brush up against him in the process. The questions were all typical icebreakers, asking about pets, favorite colors, program of study, things you and Yeosang already knew about each other.

He seemed to make the realization at the same time you did because he murmured a quiet “oh” under his breath and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

You tried to diffuse the awkwardness. “I don’t suppose your favorite show has changed since...” but you trailed off, unable to bring yourself to say it.

“Nope, it’s still New Girl,” he answered, saving you from yourself.

You were the one who had introduced him to New Girl and now you couldn’t even watch it anymore because you associated it with him. One of the many things Kang Yeosang had ruined for you.

“So I guess not much has changed,” you said quietly.

“Well, I don’t know if I’d say that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I-” he paused suddenly, eyes widening. “You’re engaged too?”

You followed his gaze down to your hand, not having realized you had still been playing with your ring. The one that was sitting on your left ring finger.

It didn’t even look like an engagement ring, at least not really. It was a gold band with a dark green opal embedded in the center— okay maybe it did look a little bit like an engagement ring considering so many people were moving away from the traditional diamonds and silver… curse those newaged trendy indie jewelers.

You were about to deny it, clarify that you usually wore it on your middle finger, but then it dawned on you. Yeosang had asked if you were engaged too, meaning also, which implied that he was engaged. This was news to you. You didn’t even know he was dating anyone.

The truth was, you hadn’t had a long-term partner since Yeosang. You had gone on a few dates, had a couple of flings, but nothing stuck. It was embarrassing to know that your ex had gone off and found someone else, someone better, and was fully in love and committed to them while you seemed to be exactly where he’d left you.

So you lied.

“Yes,” you said as confidently as possible, hoping he wouldn’t ask any further questions.

He beamed. “Congrats! I’m so happy you’ve found someone!”

“Likewise,” you agreed stiffly, and against your better judgment, “who’s the lucky lady?”

“Her name is Jiwoo. I think you’d really like her!”

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes. What was it with men and thinking all of the women in their lives would get along? Especially an ex-partner and a current partner? You nodded instead.

“What about you?” Yeosang asked. “Who has the pleasure of being your fiance?”

Fuck. You should have known he’d throw the ball back in your court after that question. Your curiosity had gotten the best of you once again.

At that very moment, your phone vibrated on the table, lighting up with a text notification from your project partner. His name slipped out of your mouth before you even realized what you were saying.

“Im Changkyun.”

You snatched your phone off the desk, hoping Yeosang hadn’t seen the text. Otherwise he might wonder why you had your supposed fiance saved under such a formal name in your contacts. The text he’d sent was even more damning. It read: hey this is changkyun just making sure i have the right number?

“I’ve seen him around,” Yeosang murmured, suddenly seeming less enthusiastic than he had just a moment ago. “Nice guy.”

You nodded. “Yeah, he’s great.”

Guilt twisted in your gut. You shouldn’t have lied to your ex boyfriend, even if you were just trying to save face. You shouldn’t have dragged Changkyun’s name into it either. You were relieved Yeosang didn’t seem to know him that well, but now he was permanently tied to you in some stranger’s head. Well, you definitely couldn’t drop this class now. He would know it was because of him if you did. You would just have to remember to wear your ring every day, and maybe it wouldn’t come up again.

“Hey, you and Changkyun should come to dinner with Jiwoo and I on Friday night!” Yeosang suggested. “We were planning to check out one of the new restaurants downtown. It could be a double date.”

“Yeah, that sounds great!”

What was wrong with you? Literally what the fuck was wrong with you? Later you’d tell him you came down with something- Changkyun came down with something and you would have to stay home. But then he might try to reschedule, fuck. Were you really going to have to orchestrate an elaborate breakup with your fake fiance to avoid coming clean to your ex-boyfriend? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

“Great, I’ll text you the details tonight. I still have your number.”

“Will uh, Jiwoo be okay with it?” you asked, hoping for a way out. “Seeing as we’re exes and all?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not! She’s still friends with her last ex-girlfriend, and we’re both engaged to other people now.”

“Okay, cool.”

It was not cool, but it was too late now. Now you had to play the long game, pretend like you were actually going to go through with it and then cancel at the last minute.

Before you had any more time to stress over the hole you’d dug yourself into, Dr. Bender was regrouping the class and asking students to share what they had learned about each other from the exercise. You already knew what Yeosang was going to say once she got to you two.

You wanted to bolt as soon as class ended, but Yeosang caught up with you before you could slip away. He just so happened to be parked in the same garage as you so you walked the half-mile, uphill path together.

Yeosang had wanted to be friends after your breakup. He said that he still wanted you in his life, that you were important to him, etc. etc.. But you didn’t think you’d be able to stomach it, especially not so soon after the relationship was over. No, you needed a clean break. Yeosang was upset, but he understood. And you got what you wanted, until now, that is.

You supposed that Yeosang got what he wanted in the end. He chatted happily to you about the other classes he was taking as you walked together. You tried to listen, but your mind was racing.

“Where are you parked?” Yeosang asked once you reached the garage.

“Fourth floor,” you sighed.

“Hey, me too!” he exclaimed brightly. “What a coincidence.”

You faked a smile and followed him diligently up the flights of stairs, only pausing to catch your breath once. You were both breathing hard by the time you made it to the top and a single glance at Yeosang brought you back to all of those nights you spent in bed together, tangled in the sheets, whispering and giggling as you came down.

You forced yourself to look away, nostalgia getting the better of you.

“See you Wednesday, I guess?” he asked, hopeful.

“I thought we were getting together on Friday.”

“Yeah, but we have class again before then.”

Right. You’d forgotten that this stupid class was twice a week. You’d have to put up with him, play nice, pretend you were fucking engaged twice a week.

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” you said finally, nodding as you spoke. “I’ll see you then.”

You were all too ready to part ways, keys already in your hands. You breathed a sigh of relief when you got into your car, slumping down into your seat with your face in your hands. That had been the longest two hours of your life. Having to repeat it twice a week for an entire semester was going to be hell.

You don’t text Changkyun back. Not right away, at least. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what to say to him. Do you tell him what you’d said to Yeosang? Obviously, right? It’d be wrong not to. But how were you just supposed to mention it casually- like, “oh yeah, by the way, I know this is the first time we’re having a real conversation, but I told my ex we’re engaged”. He would definitely ask your professor to switch partners. You couldn’t even blame him because you’d do the same thing if a stranger slash acquaintance used you as their fake fiance without asking first.

Just the thought of having the conversation filled your chest with dread. So you didn’t message him back. Not until it was almost midnight and you were laying in bed and you remembered that you had left him hanging.

You stared at his message before typing out your answer.

Im Changkyun: hey this is changkyun just making sure i have the right number?

It shouldn’t have been so hard to respond. Yet it had taken you half a day just to get the guts to send a reply. You hoped Changkyun didn’t think you were ignoring him on purpose, even though you technically were.

Y/n: this is y/n! sorry for getting back to you so late.

You locked your phone and set it on your bedside table, just for it to light up with a notification a moment later. You were surprised Changkyun was so quick to respond, especially considering you had blown him off for so long. But then again, it wasn’t as if you were teenagers in a “talking” stage. You were colleagues in an academic setting. There wasn’t a reason to play the waiting game- unless of course you were avoiding him because you had accidentally roped him into a lie about your romantic life.

Im Changkyun: no worries! When should we meet to discuss everything? The first segment of our assignment is due in a week.

Y/n: Wednesday maybe? I have another class after ours but I’m free the rest of the day.

Im Changkyun: perfect. wanna meet at one of our apartments? the library’s always full of undergrads

Y/n: we were literally undergrads not that long ago

Im Changkyun: and now we’re grad students so that automatically makes us better than them

Y/n: :/

Im Changkyun: i’m kidding. mostly.

Y/n: are you though?

Im Changkyun: 50/50

You laughed, nearly forgetting the mess you’d gotten yourself into with this man. At least he was easy to talk to. That might make the whole thing easier. Maybe he wouldn’t take it too bad.

Y/n: we can meet at my apartment if you want. i don’t have roommates so we won’t have to worry about taking up space.

Im Changkyun: i don’t have roommates either! we could do your place this time and mine the next time? if that works for you?

If there was a next time.

Y/n: sounds good. see you wednesday.

Wednesday came far too soon for your liking. You didn’t feel prepared for anything you had to do today. You’d been unable to focus on anything except for how you were going to explain your situation to Changkyun.

You didn’t absorb anything from last night’s reading, no matter how many times your eyes ran over the page. Even skimming the article again before class wasn’t helpful, but luckily you were able to coast through the lecture without being called on.

You didn’t have to speak to Changkyun or Yeosang in class, aside from exchanging pleasantries with both of them and then walking to the parking garage again with Yeosang, which you considered to be a blessing. The last thing you needed was another opportunity to dig yourself into a grave by opening your big mouth.

Changkyun was set to arrive around eight, and you spent all afternoon cleaning your apartment in an attempt to make it presentable. You had just moved in, so it wasn’t that messy, but you had nothing else to channel your nervous energy into so you scrubbed the kitchen sink three times until your sponge frayed and swept the floor until your back hurt from bending over to pick up the dustpan.

You cooked yourself dinner, leaving a little extra tortellini in the pot on the stove in case Changkyun got hungry while he was over. It was the polite thing to do, right? People did that... or was it crazy? Was it weird to plan ahead for something that might not even happen? Well it was too late, because you were full and you didn’t want to put the food away because then you’d have dirty dishes in the sink you’d just cleaned and then he’d see them and-

A knock on your door startled you out of your spiraling and you shuffled over to open it as fast as you could so that you could go ahead and get it over with.

Changkyun was dressed down in a black tee and sweats, similar to what you were wearing. His long black hair was tucked behind his ear on one side, showing off the clear frames of his glasses. All those years sharing a classroom with him and you never noticed how handsome he was. Fuck. That was just going to make this harder to endure.

You invited him in and told him that he could set his things on the dining table.

“It smells good in here,” he complimented, taking a seat next to the empty chair where he’d placed his backpack.

“Thank you, I just finished with dinner,” you explained. “I made too much. Do you want some?”

He shook his head politely. “I just ate too, but thank you. Depending on how long we’re here for, though, I might take you up on it later.”

You nodded, pleased with his ‘maybe’ response.

“Let me just put the rest away then so it’s not sitting out. You can, uh, pull up the instructions for our first assignment if you want.”

“Good idea, I’ll do that.”

You busied yourself with finding a tupperware container for the pasta while Changkyun pulled his laptop out of his bag and booted it up. You reluctantly placed the now-empty dishes in the sink and filled them with water to soak.

He moved his backpack to one of the chairs at the end of the table so that you could sit next to him and see his computer screen. He already had the document opened for you to go over together, and when you sat down he pushed the laptop closer to the middle so that you would both be able to have a good view.

The project was fairly straightforward, though it would be a good amount of work. It involved a fifteen to twenty page theoretical dissection of the topic of choice and then a presentation in front of your entire class at the end of the semester. You were feeling lightheaded just looking at it but Changkyun just smiled and kept scrolling.

The first section of the project that was due next week was the topic selection and proof of preliminary research.

“That seems easy enough,” Changkyun said, folding his arms across his chest. He looked to you for validation and you nodded in agreement. “We can think about topics over the weekend and then reconvene? Unless you wanted to start now.”

“About that,” you mumbled, figuring you needed to rip the bandaid off sooner or later. You didn’t want to waste Changkyun’s time working on the project in case he wanted nothing to do with you after you broke the news. So you’d tell him first, then you could discuss topic choices if he didn’t file a restraining order. “Do you know Kang Yeosang?”

“Kind of, why?”

Changkyun listened to you ramble until the very end, and he was still there by the time you were finished explaining- which you took to be a good sign, unless he was just waiting for the opportunity to cuss you out.

“Is that it?” he asked, seemingly unfazed by everything he had just heard.

“Um, yeah, I think so. And like I said, I’m so sorry! It was totally unintentional. Your name just happened to pop up at the wrong time. I know I shouldn’t have even lied in the first place but-”

“So all I have to do is show up to dinner on Friday?” he asked, interrupting your spiraling.

“What, no! No, no, you don’t have to do that. I was just going to tell Yeosang you weren’t feeling well and that we couldn’t come,” you rushed to explain, feeling even more embarrassed at how convoluted this whole thing was.

“Why would you do that?”

You sighed, laying your head on the table in defeat. “To save myself from the humiliation of telling the truth.”

“No, I mean, why wouldn’t we just go anyway? Prove to the guy you’ve moved on, and that you’re better off without him? Isn’t that what you want?”

You turned your head to the side so that you could look at him, gauge his reactions. “Yeah, I guess. But we barely know each other. I don’t expect you to do all of that for me. I couldn’t ask you to do something like that.”

“You’re not asking me. I’m offering.”

He was fucking with you. He had to be.

“You’re serious? You’d really pretend to be my fiance?”

“Sure, why not? Sounds like it could be a good time.”

You wanted to laugh. Pretending to be a stranger’s fiancé didn’t sound like your idea of fun, but to each their own.

“Oh my god, you mean it? Because that would be great. You’d be doing me a huge favor.”

“I mean it.”

“Wow, thank you. Um, how can I repay you? Other than buying your dinner, of course.”

“You don’t have to buy my dinner.”

“It’s literally the least I could do.”

“If I’m your fiancé, shouldn’t I be buying your dinner?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“First of all, you’re the one doing the favor for me, so I’m buying your meal. Second of all, just because you’re the man doesn’t mean you need to pay for your partner all of the time.”

“I never said anything about being a man, though I am a little traditional in that sense, I guess. I just like to provide for my partners, is that so wrong?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “I guess not. I'm paying for dinner though. End of story.”

“We’ll see,” he replied through a grin.

“But aside from that, I could do most of the legwork on our project, if you want.”

“What, no. Why would I want you to do that?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. In my experience with group work, no one really wants to contribute so I end up doing most of it anyway. I didn’t see this being any different and figured I might as well give you an out, since you’re doing me this favor and all.”

“So that’s what you think of me, huh?” You could tell he was offended even though he was trying to play it off like a joke.

“That’s not it,” you explained, trying to backpedal. “We don’t really know each other and I just assumed it’d be like every other group project.”

“Well, that’s not the case. I’m not going to let you do all of the work, even if that’s what you were secretly hoping for.”

It was your turn to be offended. “Why would I-”

Changkyun scoffed. “Please, you’re trying to tell me that you don’t like being in creative control? That you don’t actually prefer to work alone?”

You narrowed your eyes at your newly acquainted partner. “Are you calling me a control freak?”

“I never said that.”

“You implied it.”

“You’re putting words in my mouth,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes to match your glare. It was silent between the two of you for a solid thirty seconds and you started to panic, thinking that all of this had been a terrible, terrible idea before Changkyun broke into a smile all of the sudden. “I think this will work. The chemistry’s there.”

“I- wha- okay,” you stammered, still recovering from the whiplash. “Then what do you want in return?”

“I’ll have to think about it and get back to you.”

Then you watched him check his watch and stand to pack his things. “I’ve gotta run, but we can meet at my place next time. I’ll pick you up on Friday so we can arrive at the restaurant together.”

“Okay.”

“Just text me the time, okay?”

“Okay.”

He was at the door now, backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Wait-” you exclaimed suddenly, reaching out for him but not touching him. He raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Did you want that pasta?”

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winter-dayz · 4 months

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Moments of Christmas

Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader First Christmas Together Genre: Fluff Words: 1073 Warnings: strong language

Masterlist | 12 Days of Ficmas Masterpost

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“Changkyun, did you remember to get the cinnamon?” You shouted from the kitchen. The man stopped his task of decorating the tree and blinked owlishly. A fond expression overcame your face, and it only took another moment before a chuckle forced its way past your lips. “I can’t even be mad when you look so upset about it.”

“I swear I put it in the basket… But now that you mention it, I don’t remember checking any out.” He said with a pout. You wiped your hands on a towel and entered your small living area. “Do you want me to go back to the store?”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning up to peck his lips. He reciprocated, though a little confused, and wrapped his own arms around your form.

“It’s okay, the cookies will just be normal instead of spiced.” The tree looked to be coming along nicely. He had spaced the lights out well, and it wasn’t looking cramped or overwhelming. “Did you end up picking out colored lights or the white twinkly ones?” You asked, still eyeing the half-decorated tree.

“Twinkly ones. You liked those better; your eyes lit up when we passed the display.” His answer came so nonchalantly that it shocked you. Changkyun had always been decently observant but never had someone so easily been able to understand you like he could.

🎄

“Hey babe,” you called over with a cheeky smile, pointing above you. He looked up from his phone to see you standing under a bundle of holly. He tried to hold back a smile at your antics, but he could feel how quickly he was failing by the quivering of his lips. “Better hurry up or someone else might beat ya’ to it.”

Despite no one else being in your shared home, he instantly stood and moved over to you. His hands rested warmly on your hips, and he stared down at you with tender fondness and something dark swimming behind his eyes. He dipped down slowly until his lips just barely ghosted over your lips, breath gently falling against your skin.

“That’s holly, love, not mistletoe.” But his lips melted against your own anyway. His tongue gently swiped over your bottom lip before he pulled away. Then he moved back over to the couch and sat down, resuming his scrolling like nothing had happened.

You stood there for a moment longer, simply staring at him in a lovestruck shock. Your eyes glanced up to the plant hanging above your head. You decided you much preferred holly to mistletoe anyway.

🎄

“Ready to go?” He asked from the doorway. You were double-checking your skates. You hadn’t pulled them out in a few years and knew they would still fit, but you wanted to be sure they were in okay condition. Breaking your ankle or busting your ass was not on your Christmas bucket list.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

The ice-skating rink was about an hour drive from where you lived, but boy was it worth it. Changkyun wasn’t the worst skater you’d seen, but he certainly wasn’t good. Despite the gap in time from the last time you’d skated, you’d picked it back up quickly—much like they say about riding a bike.

Changkyun managed not to fall, but you couldn’t say the same for flailing. Arms were everywhere except for beside him. Eventually, you offered to help him, taking his hands and showing off a bit as you skate backwards, guiding him.

“Easy– just think of it like dancing… you’re good at that, you just need to center yourself. Find your balance.” That seemed to click in his head a bit, and he didn’t wobble nearly as often after that. He never let go, though, finding much more joy in clinging to you and using his poor skating as a perfect excuse.

Then when you were done skating, heading back to the car, he was content with using the cold as his new excuse. His hand held tightly to yours, fingers intertwined, and stuffed inside the warmth of his coat pocket.

Your other hands each held paper cups of hot chocolate from a stand you passed on the way to the car. It was not the tastiest but worked great as a hand-warmer, and the company made it all the more bearable.

🎄

Shiny red and green wrapped boxes sat off to the side. You were working on wrapping the final present. It was more a monstrosity than present in your opinion. All the other presents had come out so neat, tidy, and pretty. But you’d underestimated the amount of paper you needed and had to settle for wrapping this one in a frankenstein fashion of half-red, half-green horror. Every side of the present had ugly tape, the folds were not even, and you’d ripped part of it with your fingernail on accident.

You were tempted to unwrap it and get more paper, or just give it to him now and save yourself the trouble. But when you saw the pile of poorly wrapped, but obviously thoughtfully tried, presents nestled under the tree addressed to you, you couldn’t find it in you to care what any of the presents looked like.

He had tried his best and that was all you could ask for, so surely he wouldn’t give a shit if one of his presents looked like it’d survived war.

Even cuter, the presents were wrapped in a glittery version of your favorite color. You knew you should’ve warned him about all the videos you’d seen about how that paper was actually quite impossible to wrap.

You organized your presents with his, arranging them under the tree prettily. It was endearing to see them all intermingled together, just like both of your lives had come to be over the past year. Your heart swole at the thought, and you smiled down at the presents like a fool in love—which you were.

Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and a chin settled comfortably on your shoulder, nose nuzzling into the side of your neck. A ginger peck was placed and then a pleased hum sounded from your boyfriend.

“Merry Christmas Eve.” You reached up to run your hand through his hair, your other hand resting on his hands on your stomach. “Merry Christmas Eve.” You responded softly, turning in his arms to face him with a bright smile.

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ckyunmoon · 2 years

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Bossy

gif credits: @wo0dz

Summary: You're at a bar, drunk and alone and the brightest idea you come up with is texting your boss telling him he's attractive. Everything is absolutely normal.

Pairing: IM Changkyun x Reader

Warnings: Smut. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: I swear to God the beginning is not too good but I'm actually very proud of the smutty part. It's my first time writing explicit sex and I'm happy with the result, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as me.

I didn't proof-read it and English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake!

Also posted on ao3.

It’s Friday night and you’ve already lost count of how many drinks you’ve had. You came to the bar with some friends, but some of them went home and the ones that stayed here were doing their thing with someone else. Now you’re all alone, bored, drunk and not wanting to go home yet.

You make a decision that not one single person on earth would make if they were sober: text your boss. You had been working at a laboratory for seven years, three of which Changkyun had been your boss. Your previous boss was his dad, who had retired and left the company to him. Changkyun was always a quiet person around you, but you couldn’t help feeling attracted to his mysterious self, because apparently he only behaves like this around you, and that makes you feel uneasy for some reason.

Your drunk self thinks it’s a good move to text him at almost four in the morning flirting with him, thinking he’s going to be asleep and won’t see it until the morning when he wakes up. You take your phone out of your purse and start looking for his contact as fast as your drunkenness allows you to. When you find it you open the chat and start typing.

‘Helloooo Mr. Changkyunn, how you doin’?’ You press send before you can even think of the consequences this might have. You keep on sending messages, completely sure that he’s not going to read them now.

‘I’m bored, my friends left me alone at the bar and I have no one to talk to.’ Send.

‘Why are you so cold with me at work? Did I do something wrong?’ Send.

‘I actually find it very attractive to be honest. The mysterious boy vibes, cool… I like it.’ Send.

You let out a small giggle as a result of the idiotic messages that you don’t seem to completely realize you’re sending, and the alcohol, that too. You lock your phone and put it down before ordering another drink to the closest bartender; you realize it’s not going to be much fun if you’re the only one texting, so you give up on that. While you wait for your drink your phone’s screen turns on and you see that you have a new notification. You can feel that you’re getting as pale as a marshmallow. You close your eyes and open them again, with the hope that it was just your imagination, but it isn’t. He had replied, and it had taken him less than a minute to do so.

‘Huh? Are you drunk?’ He replies. ‘Are you alone?’

You keep staring at the screen, too afraid to open the conversation and reply to him. Why was he so interested in you being alone and drunk? He had never cared about you, so why now?

‘First of all, I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy. And second of all, I’m not alone, there is this cute bartender keeping me company.’ You don’t know where or when you got the guts to talk to him like that, he’s literally your boss, but right now it doesn’t matter.

He texts back only a couple of seconds later. ‘Where are you? Send me the address. I’ll have someone take you home.’

‘Sir, I don’t need anyone to take me home, I’m fine.’

‘Then why exactly are you texting me at four in the morning telling me your friends left you alone and that you find my, and I quote, vibes attractive?’

‘I thought it would be fun to have your attention for a minute.’ Where is this honesty coming from?

‘You have my attention all the time, it’s not my problem you don’t notice.’ You scoff and roll your eyes. He doesn’t even look your way at work and he has the guts to say he always pays attention to me. As you don’t reply he insists once again. ‘Tell me where you are.’

‘I don’t want anyone to come and take me home.’

‘What if I go myself to get you?’ You stop for a second, thinking of the possibilities you have. ‘Answer me.’ He keeps demanding.

‘You’re being too bossy.’ You reply, trying to avoid his question.

‘And what about it? Answer me, you’re really testing my patience right now.’

You give up, knowing that he’s not going to drop the matter now. ‘Fine. I��m at the Secret Saloon.’ He reads the message but doesn’t reply, and after a few minutes of staring at your screen and not having an answer you just continue drinking and talking to the bartender when he’s not serving someone else. He’s making you laugh and keeps complimenting you, and for a moment you forget that Changkyun is probably on his way to pick you up, and certainly in a bad mood after you ruined his night with your stupidity.

About half an hour of chatting with the bartender, he suddenly stops talking and frowns, looking behind you. Before you can ask him what’s wrong you feel an arm around your waist. ‘Hey.’ You look up next to you to find Changkyun looking at you with a half smile and all dressed up. He’s wearing glasses and some of his long black hair is styled in a small bun. ‘Hi… You look… good.’ You manage to say.

He offers you a bigger smile now and asks. ‘Shall we go?’ You nod and start searching for money inside your purse, that is now a mess of bills, lipsticks, sunglasses and keys.

‘Yeah, let me just pay the bill and- what are you doing?’ You say.

Changkyun takes out of his pocket a couple of bills and gives them to the bartender. ‘Keep the change, for keeping an eye on her.’ He gulps and nods at him, taking the money. You’re about to protest but Changkyun brings you closer to him and whispers to you. ‘Let’s go home.’

You get up from your seat and almost lose your balance, but he holds you tighter and closer to him, and all you can do is follow him outside, trying to keep your face hidden because you started turning red. He guides you outside towards his car, placing his hand on your back gently. Once you reach the car he opens the door for you and waits patiently until you get inside. Then he gets inside the car and fastens his seatbelt. He starts the car and while looking through the rearview he says ‘There’s water next to your seat, if you want some to sober up.’

You grab the bottle and take a good sip from it. ‘Thank you. And sorry for being so inconvenient, I’m sure you were busy… or something.’

‘It’s okay.’ He says, not taking his eyes off of the road. You let out a small sigh and look out the window. ‘Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s way closer and I’m kind of tired.’ He asks.

‘Yeah… I- I guess it’s fine, I can crash on the couch or something.’ You say.

‘Did you really mean what you said in those messages?’ He asks. You look at him, he has one hand on the wheel and the other arm is resting on the window. And he looks gorgeous. You keep staring at him, not even realizing you’re doing it until he looks back at you for one second before returning his gaze to the road. ‘And?’

‘Which… which one of them? I don’t remember what I said, to be honest.’

He smiles softly and gestures with his free hand. ‘You know, the finding me attractive thing.’

You gasp loudly and cover your face. ‘Oh God. I’m so sorry.’

‘Why? Would it be so bad for you to find me attractive?’ You uncover your face and look at him, and he has a serious expression on his face, one you’ve never seen before, not even at work when something was harder than expected or during meetings.

‘No, that’s not what I meant.’ He stares at you for a second and then rests his head on his seat while he continues driving, not saying a word. ‘I’m being serious, I didn’t mean it like that. But you’re my boss, it wouldn’t be good for any of us, especially me.’

He hums, still with that serious look on his face. ‘So you did mean it.’

‘Why are you so interested anyways? It’s not like you like me at all or anything. In fact, I think that you hate me for some reason.’ Now that was the alcohol speaking for you, again.

He chuckles and nods. ‘Everyone likes being liked, I guess. And don’t assume my feelings for you, it’s unnerving. I wouldn’t have picked you up at 4am if I hated you, as you say.’ He parks the car in front of a house and turns off the engine, but doesn’t get out of the car. You look down at your lap, too ashamed to look at him in the face.

‘Sorry, I’ve really been fucking up all night I guess.’ You manage to look at him and he winks at you and smiles before getting out of the car. You stay inside for a couple of seconds, processing everything that’s happened up until now. You take a big breath, a sip of water and try to relax before getting out of the car and following him to the front door.

Changkyun has his back against the wall and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He’s looking at you like he’s having fun. ‘You know, you don’t have to be so tense. I don’t bite.’ He moves towards the front door to unlock it, and the murmurs. ‘Unless you’re into that kind of stuff.’

You stop on your tracks and look at him with wide eyes. He’s now inside his home and is waiting for you to come in so he can close the door. ‘You can come in, you know?’ He says with a smirk on his face. You just look at him while walking inside the house. He closes the door behind you and locks it. The first thing you notice is the smell of roses in the air, and then the cleanliness. Every single piece of furniture seems to have its own spot and fits perfectly with the rest of the decorations.

You don’t even notice he left the room until he comes back with a shirt and some sweatpants. ‘You can wear these to sleep, I assume wearing a dress while sleeping is not the most comfortable thing in the world.’ He says and extends his arms towards you to give you the clothes.

‘Thanks.’ You say, still unable to look at him in the eyes.

‘You can sleep on my bed. It’s the first door on the left, and it has its own bathroom.’ You look up and meet his eyes.

‘I said I’d sleep on the couch, I don’t want to cause more trouble than I already have.’

‘Well, my house my rules, so you sleep on my bed. Don’t even worry about it.’ He says.

‘Fine.’ You say and go into the bathroom to change your clothes. When you come out Changkyun is in front of his closet wearing only sweatpants. ‘Fuck, sorry.’ You turn around to look in a different direction, anywhere but his abs. He chuckles. ‘It’s fine.’ You turn back around and start walking to his bed, which is huge and looks comfortable as fuck.

‘You know, I don’t really mind if you sleep here with me.’ He looks at you with one brow arched and a smirk.

‘It’s because you’ve just seen me without a shirt on, isn’t it?’ You open your mouth to say something but nothing even comes to mind because all the blood in your body is now on your face making you blush like crazy. ‘You look cute when you blush, ya know?’ He says like it’s nothing.

‘Shut up! You know what? Go sleep on the couch, I retire what I said.’ You frown.

‘Too late now, sorry.’ He says, getting to his side of the bed and moving the sheets. He sits down and extends his legs on the mattress. You sigh and do the same thing. You wrap yourself with the sheets and lie on yourself, turning your back to him, too ashamed to look at him. You don’t even comprehend how you got into this situation and why he’s acting like that. ‘Goodnight.’ You say.

He scoffs and you can feel him getting comfortable and ready to sleep. You notice you are on the edge of the bed because you tried to get into bed looking as dignified as possible but you soon realize that you had drunk text your boss and that your dignity was nowhere to be found now, so you scoop closer to the center of the bed and unwillingly brush your body against his.

You hear him take a deep breath and you shrink. ‘Sorry.’ You say. You feel him moving next to you and then he starts carefully moving the hair that’s between your neck and your shoulder, placing it on your back.

‘Stop saying sorry for everything you do, it’s making it harder for me to control myself.’ He whispers close to your ear, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. You turn back to face him, but he’s much closer than you expected, and your lips are almost touching. He’s lying on his side, facing you. You look at his lips and then into his eyes. ‘Sorry.’

He brushes his tongue along his lips and says ‘What did I just tell you about saying sorry?’ You open your mouth to answer, but he closes the space between you two and kisses you. At first you don’t even return the kiss, too surprised to process what is happening, but then you give in, and kiss him back. He then moves his hand to your neck, and kisses you harder, pulling you closer to him. You let out a soft moan and he takes the chance to slip his tongue against yours, biting your lower lip in the process. You follow his rhythm and enjoy every second of the kiss. Then he pulls back, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily. You look at him and move your fingers to your lips, which are now swollen due to the kiss.

‘I’m…’ You start saying.

‘Don’t you dare saying you’re sorry or I swear to God.’ He says with a smirk.

‘No. I- Did you just kiss me?’ His smile disappears and he raises an eyebrow.

‘Wow, you really are still drunk.’ He says, and then he lies on his back, creating some space between you two and avoiding looking at you. You sit up and move his chin to force him to look at you again.

‘I’m not drunk anymore. I just don’t understand why you would kiss me.’ He sighs.

‘Look, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a really long time, so shut up already and let me make up for the time I’ve lost thinking about it but not having the nerve to do it.’ Once again, he closes the gap between you two before you can say anything. This time he kisses you slowly, and you let him do as he wants, because you’ve wanted to do the same for some time now. You open your mouth, inviting him to enter, and he doesn’t waste any time and slides his tongue inside your mouth, playing with yours. You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the smell of roses he gives off. Trying to bring him closer to you, you push him softly against the mattress and sit on top of him, placing your hands on the sides of his face, while he brushes his fingers on your back and deepens the kiss.

He sits up, not breaking the kiss and with you still sitting on his lap. He moves his hands under your (his) shirt and runs his hands on your back, trying to pull you closer once again, while you run your fingers through his dark long hair. You let out a soft moan and he smiles into the kiss. He breaks the kiss and starts leaving a trail of kisses all along your neck, making you let out a long breath. Your heart is racing and you’re starting to want more, and from the bulge you’re starting to feel getting bigger underneath your legs, you’d say he wants the same.

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and looks at you. You’re on your knees, sitting on top of him and out of breath. ‘What? What is it? Do I have something on my face or something?’ He shakes his head and looks down. ‘What is it?’

He looks back at you and says. ‘Are you sure you want to do this? Not long ago you were not so sure.’ He looks really worried, he wants to make sure you want this as much as he does. You place your hands on his abs and bend down lightly before pressing kisses on his collarbone. When you feel him relaxing a bit you slowly start grinding against his sweatpants. He lets out a small moan and you go back to his lips, tasting him, running your fingers through his hair. He pulls away and starts taking off your shirt, and you raise your arms to help him. He tosses the shirt somewhere across the room and grabs your neck, bringing you closer to him and kissing your chest. ‘Lie on your back, now.’ He demands, and you quickly obey.

He gets on top of you and runs his tongue throughout your neck, then your chest and then your stomach, while you move your fingers through his hair. He stops right above the edge of the sweatpants and looks at you from there. He kisses the zone and goes back up to your lips. He moves his hands to your breasts and gently starts stroking them, moving towards the strap of your bra. He stops and looks at you, asking for permission with his eyes. You nod and smile in response, and he doesn’t waste a second before taking it off. Once again, he kisses your neck and continues going down, this time stopping to suck on one of your nipples, while caressing the other one. You start feeling hot and your heart is racing, you don’t think you can wait anymore. ‘Please.’ You beg. ‘Please, Changkyun.’

He has a satisfied look on his face, almost as if he was waiting for you to beg him. ‘I can’t hear you, baby. You need to speak louder so I can listen.’

‘I said please. I need you. Please.’ You’re panting, and he seems to be having fun.

‘If you ask so nicely…’ He says, before he starts removing the rest of your clothes. He throws them again somewhere. ‘Spread your legs for me, baby.’ He says, and starts running his fingers in circular motions, touching your clit. ‘So wet for me already?’ You let out a loud moan, before covering your mouth for being too loud. ‘Don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you.’ Before you can protest he goes down on you again, this time using his tongue. You let out all the curses you can think of and grab his hair to pull him closer to your center.

‘Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!’ You cry, as he inserts one digit inside you while he’s still eating you out. ‘Please, I need more. Please.’ He pulls away and wipes his lips with one finger.

‘Open your mouth for me, darling.’ He says, and you open your mouth to let him introduce the finger he just used to wipe his lips inside your mouth and run your tongue around it. ‘Such an obedient girl…’ He says. Then he removes the clothes he’s still wearing and goes back to your neck, placing one kiss after another. ‘Mine.’ He kisses your neck right behind your ear. ‘Mine.’ Kiss on your jaw. ‘Mine.’ Kiss on your neck. ‘Mine.’ Kiss on your collarbone. He gets in position right on top of you and while he’s kissing you, he slides himself slowly inside of you. You curse, you moan and gasp. He stops moving and looks at you.

‘Are you okay?’ He asks. You nod while closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. ‘I just need a minute to adjust.’ You say. He says nothing and goes back to kissing you deeply, tongues slipping and biting your lower lip. You let out a breath and whisper. ‘Okay. You can go.’ He takes it slowly, going in and out in slow movements, but speeding up as time goes by. You moan and cover your mouth again, but this time Changkyun grabs both your wrists and puts them on the pillow, above your head. ‘I said. Let. Me. Hear. You.’ He then starts thrusting you a bit faster, deeper. And you can’t hold your moans anymore.

‘Harder, please, Changkyun, please. I’m close.’ He increases the speed and your moans keep getting louder and louder. He is groaning loudly, still holding your wrists. ‘What do you need, baby? Talk to me.’

‘I need more. Please.’ You wrap your legs around his waist to help him go deeper in you, and he moans softly against your skin. ‘Fuck.’ He lets out. ‘Please, I’m close, Changkyun.’ He takes a deep breath and thrusts you harder. As you can feel yourself getting closer he starts kissing your jaw and your neck, moaning softly against your ear. You scratch his back as you cum for him, moaning loudly and calling his name. He follows you and he cums inside you while running his lips softly against your skin. You both stay there for a couple of seconds, panting and sweating. He slides out and lies on his back next to you, finally letting go of your wrists, both of your hearts racing. You turn on your side and look at him. His hair is all wet due to the sweating and his chest is rapidly going up and down while he breathes through his mouth. He swallows and opens his mouth again to take a breath once more.

When you’ve both recovered your breath he turns to look at you. He smiles and brings you closer to him, you hide your face on his chest and he places a kiss on your head. Before any of you can even say a word you both fall asleep, holding each other in your arms and breathing peacefully.

⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹

When you wake up the next morning you shift in your place, you can feel your head spinning before opening your eyes. You’re lying on your side and you feel the skin from Changkyun’s chest against your back. His arms are wrapped around you and he’s moving his chest slowly, relaxed and you figure that he’s still sleeping. You try to move so you can be face to face to him, but when you try to, he tightens his grip and groans, burying his face on your hair.

‘Stay with me like this.’ He says, with his raspy morning voice, one you’d never heard before but that you loved now. ‘I just wanted to be face to face with you.’ You say, murmuring.

‘No.’ He says, not moving his head from your hair. You smile and hold one of his hands, bringing it closer to your mouth to plant a kiss on it. He moves his arms across your chest and places it on your shoulder, bringing you even closer to him. You breathe in, taking in his sweet smell. ‘I like your smell.’ You whisper.

‘I like you.’ He replies. Your whole body tenses, and he stops holding you so tightly and moves back his head to look at you. You move your head in his direction.

‘Wait, you like me?’ You ask genuinely. He looks back at you with disbelief.

‘You really think I fuck anyone, no matter if I like them or not?’ He says. You can tell he’s not angry at you, just disappointed. You start blushing and turn around so your body is facing him. ‘I mean, I can demonstrate to you again that I like you, maybe that’ll convince you?’ He smirks and you blush even more.

You let out a nervous laugh. ‘You’re such an idiot.’ Suddenly he gently takes your chin and pulls you closer, connecting his lips with yours, running his tongue through your lips, asking for more, and you give it to him and open your mouth, deepening the kiss. You take your hand to his jaw, caressing his skin while kissing. Soon, things start getting heated and you end up touching, scratching and biting each other’s body.

He moves one hand to your ass, grabbing and slapping. Moving his lips to kiss your chin, then your jaw and neck. You start letting out soft moans and he grabs your ass harder. You move your hand to his stomach, scratching him while enjoying the kisses he’s leaving on your neck and chest. You take his wrist and move it to your core, asking for more without using words. ‘You know? You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are by me.’ He says, smiling cockily.

‘I’m not even trying to hide it, asshole.’ You say before kissing him again. He moves his hand towards your knee, making you spread your legs for him and inserting his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan.

‘I love hearing you moaning for me, baby.’ He starts moving his fingers faster, deeper. And your legs start shaking from pleasure.

‘Look at you, I just started and you’re already shaking.’ You moan, unable to articulate any other type of answer, and he continues sliding his fingers inside you.

At some point he goes down on you, using his tongue to give you more pleasure. You move your hands to his hair, pulling it and bringing his mouth close to your clit. He goes on for a couple of minutes, enjoying every second of it and every moan and curse that comes out of your mouth.

‘Please. Don’t stop. I’m close.’ You say in between heavy breaths. And he obeys, making you cum loudly while you trap his face between your legs. ‘Fuck.’ You say when you look at him, his lips wet from eating you out. He licks his lips and moves closer to you, kissing you, both of your tongues pressing each other’s. You break the kiss, panting and look at him.

‘I- I want to please you too.’ You say, a little shy. He kisses you harshly, intertwining your fingers with his and pressing you down the mattress. He bites your lower lip a little too roughly and you let out a small complaint. You use your free hand to wrap his cock around your fingers and start moving your wrist up and down slowly, to which he responds with a moan against your lips, resting his forehead on yours and breathing heavily. You take it as a sign to keep going and increase the speed of your wrist. He throws his head back, moaning louder and louder. Suddenly he stops you, grabbing your wrist.

‘Get on your knees. Now.’ He orders. You smile.

‘I thought you’d never ask.’ You say, getting out of the bed and getting on your knees, looking up to him. He sits in front of you.

‘Open your mouth for me, baby.’ He says, and you obey quickly. You don’t waste time and wrap your mouth around his cock, moving your tongue too. ‘You’re such an obedient girl…’ He says. He pulls himself deeper inside your mouth, intertwining his hands with your hair.

‘God damn it. Keep going.’ He says. You do as he says, moving your tongue around his tip. He moans and throws his head back. ‘Fuck, fuck!.’ He lets out. ‘I’m close, babe.’ He says, looking down on you and sliding his tongue on his lips. ‘Want me to pull out?’ He asks, out of breath.

You look at him, raise your index finger and move it side to side. No. He lets out a groan and throws his head back again. You slide his cock in and out of your mouth, faster each time, working with your tongue too. He pulls your hair harder and moans, his chest going up and down quickly.

‘Fuck.’ He says, ‘fuck, I’m-’ He says, and before he finishes the sentence he cums inside your mouth and his warm sperm fills your mouth. You take his cock out of your mouth, making a pop sound. You look directly into his eyes and swallow.

‘God, I didn't think you had it in you.’ He says, pulling you up from the floor and pulling you to him, falling on the bed on top of him. He kisses you, then your neck. He runs his fingers on your back.

You pull back and say. ‘Get on your back, I want to ride you.’

‘You really wanna go again?’ He says, raising an eyebrow and laying on the bed.

‘I haven’t had enough of you yet.’ You say, before getting on top of him and kissing his jaw. His cock is in between your legs and you start grinding on him, causing him to groan loudly and grasp the sheets.

You decide to have some fun and keep teasing him, not giving him what he wants. ‘Stop with the teasing or I swear to God-’ You interrupt him, kissing him fiercely, biting his lip, playing with his tongue, and he follows. You take the chance to take his cock and slide it completely inside of you, making you both moan against each other’s mouths. ‘Oh, fuck- that feels so good.’ He moans. You slowly increase the pace and he places his hands on your waist, pulling himself deeper, getting exactly to the spot you love.

‘God.’ You say, riding him.

‘You look so good from down here, babe. Keep going, come on.’ You continue increasing your speed and he grabs you harder. ‘Good girl, keep going, I know you can give it to me again.’

You bend down to kiss him, not slowing down, and he runs his fingers on your back while thrusting you. ‘I’m close, Kyun. Make me cum again, please.’ You say, hiding your face on the crook of his neck.

He wraps his arms around you firmly and in one single movement he’s on top of you and you’re laying on your back, he keeps thrusting you harder this time. He licks his fingers and places them on your clit, massaging it. You let out a gasp and grasp the sheets, feeling all the pleasure coming up from your feet to your head. He wraps his hands around your neck softly and thrusts you deeper, but slower.

You are on the edge, panting, sweating and with your heart racing, but it takes one more push for you to cum, crying out his name, while he keeps going, kissing your chest and your stomach. You take his face in your hands and kiss him, slowly, deeply, enjoying the kiss, the euphoria and the feeling he gives you. Then he increases his pace a little bit and you wrap your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper in you, trying to help him finish again.

It doesn’t take him long to cum again inside of you, moaning softly against your neck. He stays still for a couple of seconds, recovering his breath, and you move the hair that’s on his forehead and look at him in the eyes. He lets out a small laugh and says, ‘You did so good, babygirl.’ He then slides out of you and lets himself fall next to you, with his chest going up and down rapidly, just like yours.

You’re both sweating and the sheets are completely soaked. You let out a sigh and sit up, removing your hair from your face. Changkyun gets up quickly and offers you his hand. ‘Come with me, let’s get you showered. Then we can go out to eat something.’ He says, smiling at you. You take his hand and he walks towards the bathroom and starts running the water.

While you wait for the water to get warm he takes your face and pulls you in a kiss, sweet, deep and soft. You smile into the kiss, enjoying every second of it. He breaks the kiss and checks the water temperature, he looks at you and invites you in with him. ‘Come on in, babe.’ He says. You follow him, taking his hand so you don’t slip. He starts pouring water on your hair and your face, while you run your fingers through your hair and wash your face. When you open your eyes he’s looking at you with a soft and lovely smile on his face. ‘What?’ You say smiling back and blushing.

‘Nothing. You just look cute when you blush.’

‘Oh, shut up…’ You say, laughing and pulling him into a kiss while the water keeps falling on both of you.

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rainy-bangbeom · 2 years

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[10:20 PM]

Seductive crimson and violet lights flash through the maze of humping and grinding bodies, lighting the dance floor up like a firework show. Across the club, you watch Changkyun cling to his new girlfriend, never allowing his hands to stray from her figure for too long. They act almost like magnets—unable to tear apart even if they tried.

You know, for the sake of your heart and sanity, that you should have left ages ago, spared yourself the torment of seeing your best friend and his lover stick to each other like glue, but the naive and irrational part of your mind hopes that she’ll leave like all the other girls and provide you the perfect chance to swoop in and pick up the pieces of his broken heart yet again.

But this one isn’t like the others—you can tell by the way she looks at him as if he put all the stars in the night sky, and how he looks at her like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You’ve known Changkyun for years, and never once has he looked anyone like that—though god knows you’ve prayed day after day that you’d be the lucky beholder of those eyes.

Your stomach drops as Changkyun bends down to mumble something in her ear, and though the heavy bass and loud chatter of passersby is deafening, you can recognize the utterance of those three incredibly meaningful words anywhere. Without another thought, you knock back the rest of your drink and make a mad dash for the club’s exit.

I love you—it kills you that it will never be you saying those words, that you will never be worthy enough to own every inch of his heart like you so desperately want to.

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monatice · 2 years

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A Little Too Late - Im Changkyun

Summary: You were known as the dream couple of the K-Pop industry. Almost everyone adored you, except most fans. They insulted you, came up with stories and made very believable edits. Suddenly the dream couple was suffering. Will there ever be a chance for the couple to come back, or did the Fans win?

Everyone knew Changkyun and you as the couple of Seoul. Not a single magazine skipped your love story. But that also brought a lot of attention towards you two. Attention, you were not used to and had to get used to after being quietly in a relationship for four years. But also, the attention you were hoping to never receive – hate and unacceptance of fans.

At first, it started quietly with unacceptance and fans telling you to leave him alone. But it continued with hate comments underneath your posts and even death threats. This all wasn’t why your relationship shattered into millions of pieces. It was the edits of fans and their made-up stories. You had to admit that those edits were professionally made and if someone didn’t know you, they would believe them instantly. But you had hoped that Changkyun, the person who probably knew you the best would never believe them.

But the story about your first love in college and meeting again made Changkyun slowly suspicious. He constantly asked you where you were going and even asked if you met him. Sometimes you did, but it was because you were still friends, and really just that.

But Changkyun even followed you to the places you met with your first love, and you knew that the fans had won. They made him believe you would cheat. Every single day ended in fights and arguments. It ended with you being alone in the apartment, and Changkyun sleeping at a friend's house. Every single day. It was as if your relationship was going nowhere, no matter how hard you tried to take a step forward.

In the end, you decided it was best to leave, to break up. Changkyun was shocked when you decided to break up with him. He also tried to keep you with him, but you explained that you were not going anywhere. You reminded him about the constant fights and arguments about the same thing, again and again. He slowly realised that you were right. That was the day you went on different paths, alone, away from each other. The dream couple of Seoul was over, and magazines were shocked, while those who hated you were happy and celebrating.

Changkyun and you tried your best to move on and to never cross paths again. Even your friends made sure it never happened. Whether it was changing the streets unexpectedly, or entering a shop that they wanted to check out. Just so you would never meet again. They knew it wasn’t possible to hide you away from each other for the rest of your lives. Changkyun was an idol, while you were working with artists. One way or another your paths will cross again. But your friends were hoping that day would be when both of you moved on.

Unfortunately, none of you was over each other when you met again. The pain was still there, the wounds were still open and easily hurt again.

“Can we start again?” Changkyun said, standing in front of you, just missing you endlessly. “I love you, I want you back. We can make it work (Y/N),” he added.

You shook your head, knowing it would all start from the beginning again. “If you loved me, why did you let them go between us?” you responded.

Your words echoed in his mind, reminding him it was him, who believed them first. Changkyun nodded. “I should have believed you. I know that now, please,” he said. “Please, give me another chance.” Changkyun almost begged.

“I miss you as well Changkyun, but the trust is gone. There will be fans opening new rumours, and I will have sleepless nights wondering if you believe them again. It will never stop. This… this is our destiny. And there is no way to change the ending of our story. No matter how hard I think about it. The ending will always be the same. We are arguing about an edit of a fan and someone from my past. And us getting hurt constantly.” you explained, meeting his eyes that were holding all the pain of the last year. “You have to understand me, Changkyun. I am not capable of doing this again and again. We both deserve happiness, but we won’t find our happiness in each other.” you added.

You saw him swallowing and looking down, fumbling with his hands. “I know that you’re right. My brain understands, but my heart aches,” he admitted.

“I know… And I wish it didn’t have to,” you admitted as well. Of course, you loved him, and you missed him. But as you already said, the ending would never change, no matter how hard you tried.

“I am sorry, I didn’t believe you.” Changkyun looked up again, meeting your eyes. “Please have that ordinary life you always wanted. Husband, perhaps children, or pets. Living in a house.” he said, making you breathe heavily.

You nodded, “I will, one day.” you smiled lightly.

You then took out the necklace he had given you years ago. “Please take this back,” you said, holding it towards him. He reluctantly took the necklace with a heart. He had custom-made this for you, and it pained him to take it back. “And be happy one day. I hope you can one day live your life away from the public trying to tear you apart,” you told him, feeling your tears running down your cheek.

“Can I hug you, one more time?” Changkyun asked quietly. You nodded and you hugged each other one last time. Savouring each other’s smell, savouring each other’s warmth, just savouring this moment. Reluctantly you let go of each other and walked away from each other. Changkyun walked towards your back, into the backstage area, while you were walking forward, away from Changkyun to get back to work. That was the last time you really talked to each other. From that day on, you were strangers with painful memories, you wanted to forget about.

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bambooinwind · 2 years

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moontide. (changkyun x reader)

Fantasy/Historical AU.

Summary: First in a series of writings on the life of a little family, of their days in a village, in the woods, and the in-between. // Yours is the blood of the wolf shifter, the bridge between worlds. Today, your child runs free, your husband is safe from his hunt, and you have a story to tell.

Contains: Elements of Baltic /Latvian mythology, and terminology; Use of IM’s western name; Mention of pagan/native beliefs vs. newer unspecified religion; Dark skinned reader; Multiple POVs; Safe for work; Curvy reader.

A/N: A fic series the author wrote much earlier, and still likes very much. Hope you enjoy this read.

_ _ _ _

Boy reaches out to the sky. He is four. He has pudgy hands, he is poorly balanced on unsteady feet. Yet stretch with all his might he does, until the white expanse above is blotted out by his palm. It seems so very vast as he tilts his head up. Bigger than Papa. Bigger than Mama. But not bigger than the baby.

A snowflake melts on his face, startling him out of his admiration for the difference in size that perspective awards him.

It is his first proper snow. His first conscious snow. He has never known the heavens to release such pretty warnings of winter. He wants to see, hear, feel more. How cold the snowflakes are. How pretty they sparkle.

Somehow as he sticks his tongue out in careless curiosity, one such structure holds its shape, like an errant teardrop on his finger. He holds it dear, a precious little treasure, he takes it inside all the way to his mother, who is tired, but faithful in awaiting his father. Papa is due home from the last season of hunt time before the great cold.

Boy finds her holding the baby. It can be smelly and it cries, cries, cries. She's hungry is all Mama ever says, when baby does her business in the napkins. She can't eat yet the meats and fruit he eats. She only guzzles milk from Mama's breast and sleeps until daybreak.

Its a shame, really. There are so many lovely things to eat when you're a big boy. Papa says he'll have to wait until she grows her teeth before he can share his food. It's a long time to wait.

But she has a funny smile. When she laughs boy does as well, at the sight of her wide open gummy mouth. Baby is six and a half months old. He can count to twenty eleven, but months are hard. He doesn't know exactly what six and a half months mean. Mama has to explain many times. He still forgets.

Anyway, the baby is too young to play, she can't even walk.

"Look, Mama!"

He holds his finger up high, right under Mama's nose. She does the little wiggle he likes so much, him and Papa. And she smiles, wider than baby, with lots of teeth. Mama's crooked nice teeth.

"Pretty!" She kisses him, a big noise on his cheek. "Do you know what it is?"

"Snow!" He says proudly, showing it to baby, who blinks at it.

"Snowflake," Mama says, smiling as baby tries to eat the snowflake. Boy doesn't mind. He brought it for baby to see.

"Snowflake," he repeats carefully, watching the spindly net unwind, dripping from the tip of his pink nail until it becomes a nothing in the air.

There is a wonder in his eyes, a special gift for the young spirit untouched by worldly care.

His mother brings him close. Boy tumbles over her lap as baby is settled on the floor, on a plush rug made of black bear fur. Papa had brought it from the mountains late one summer evening when boy was still smaller than Mama's knee.

The lamps are dim, dusk come to vigil. His finger is wet, as is his face. Mama holds him still and wipes him with her skirt. She is soft. Boy's legs are tired, so he lies down and buries his face against Mama's knee.

"Tell me the story again?"

"About Papa and Mama? The Snow Meeting?"

"Clever! Clever Mama!" He chortles, rolling over until he can touch baby if he puts out his arm.

Mama puts her hand up in case he squashes baby. She claps her hands. Her skin is blacker than his. He likes how shiny it looks. As shiny as the bear fur, and sweeter smelling. "Clever! Clever me!" She laughs.

Mama watches their reflections in the glass windows. Papa made these windows special for her, because she's an outside type of lady, and she misses the earth when she can't see it.

The fire in the stove is warm, as warm as Papa's wolf fur on moon nights, when he tosses boy onto his back and runs the forest until creatures come awake before him. Like the swoop of Mama's tongue across his hair and neck, bringing him honeycomb fresh from the bees. Toasty, like boy's favorite blanket that Mama had woven out of sheep's wool.

"Tell me the story," boy begs.

"Mama had to walk away from home one day. It was cold, and wet."

"Like today?"

"A little more than today"

"How cold?"

"Colder than ice on your teeth."

"How wet?"

"Wetter than soup down your shirt."

"Funny," boy murmurs.

"Not really," says she. "I had to walk far. Further than before. My home changed shape. I couldn't go back to it because l'd lost the way."

"You couldn't find your Papa and Mama."

"No,' Mama agrees, a little sadly. She droops sometimes when she thinks nobody is watching. She holds him closer.

"They changed shape too, on the inside. But that's not the point of the story. I'd twisted and I'd turned. From skin to fur, stronger than the butterfly beats its wings after a cocoon, I had muzzle and jaw and I heard the beat of swallows wings fifty paces away. Then I saw the Moon, I danced with Her. It was like a dream, but as I woke up I had then a woman's legs and arms and knew I could not dance as I did."

"Wha-" boy yawned, "happen Mama?"

"My dear boy, I walked!"

"When my legs went like lemon jelly I stopped walking, but the snow was so thick, I stumbled. I fell. Like how you fell off the oak branch last week."

"But l got up. Papa picked me up!"

"So he did. He picked me up the same way, by the scruff of my neck. He found me knee deep in a snow bank with my arms sticking out and hauled me out of it. My face was blue and my nose was as pink as the baby, and he had such a look of surprise that I grew wretched with tiredness. I had come so far from home, and I thought I'd looked so very ugly, you see. I started to cry, and he said my tears were like frost diamonds. Now, that was very funny. I laughed instead, which I think he liked very much."

"And Papa made you a new home, didn't he? He took care of you, and made you take a bath."

"Yes, he did. He's very good at taking care of people. He carried me all the way to his shack, He made me take a very hot bath and gave me dry clothes"

"So you stopped feeling soupy afterwards?"

"So I stopped feeling soupy afterwards"

"But you said it was still too cold. 'Cause you come from south with the bigger sun-"

"-stronger," Mama said.

"-so he built you the stove. And then the house went up around it. And then he put in the windows. And when Papa comes home at snowtime he can always see the stove- 'c-cause you keep a curtain open."

"You know this story better than do," Mama praises. Her hair is feather soft, as soft as baby's skin. As soft as Papa's kisses, as Mama's tail around him.

"Clever me,' he crows ineffectively, for his smugness is foiled another yawn, and his steady drooping lids, and the brief wrestle with the Lord of Dreams that follows, until he yields.

"Yes, clever, clever you. The sweetest, cleverest boy in the world. Sleep now, my pet."

_ _ _ _

You sooth him, keeping an eye on your infant daughter. You'd watched their figures in the glass before. Now you watch for your children's father.

Hours pass. With early dawn at last his tired tread echoes up the front steps. The heavy oak door swings. His broad frame fills the opening, blocking the streams of sly wind sneaking into the warm house. He closes the door after him, as quietly as possible.

"You shouldn't leave it unlocked," he says by way of greeting. His sleeping son shifts, and you both pause- a humorous picture of nervous young parents- but all is at rest and he hovers on his haunches, watching the baby girl's chest rise and fall.

"No one would enter this late" you reply. "Perhaps they think I am a witch. That I'll drink the very milk from their cow's udders if wrongly crossed. It may be we serve the wrong gods, husband."

"There are other gods. Shifting is a gift from the old ones." He shakes his head. "We are wolves, no more, no less."

"I had a visit from the priest, today." You do not meet his eyes. He stinks of culled deer. A doe, more like. He must have skinned and hung it to chill in the shed already. Not draining the meat is a surefire way to attract bears. You must remember to salt it for next market day, to trade it for needles, thread and more wool for clothes. You give him silent thanks for halving your work. He is a strong man, Daniel. But tonight, even he stoops with weariness.

Anger roughens him. "What did he say?"

"He tried to invite me into the church. He gibbered and sweated his way through his speech, but he delivered it all the same, I'll give him that at least."

Here, in this house that Daniel built, they are hidden away in the hills. Further away from the little shacks that dot the hillside, it is a proper home and land touching toes with the edge of the woods. It is a sigil to both sides in the endless battles of faith.

"I don't like to think of him alone with you."

You sigh. "Neither do I. But he put himself before our door expecting to be turned away. He didn't take the tea I poured, or the apple bread I made. He stared at our son as if waiting for him to sprout fur and a snout. How he trembled!"

Daniel groans quietly. "You said you'd go. I knew you would. No doubt he's attributing it to the strength of his prayer for your salvation."

"I did not mislead him atrociously as that. I told him I'd go. But after his church, I'd leave my tribute to Laima in the bathhouse as always, for good birth and good health. And after that I would seek out the grass snake in his nest and leave a pitcher of milk, and after that I would sing a song to the trees, who are older even than Laima, and his god."

"And what did he say to that?" Daniel asks. The boy whimpers in his sleep. Daniel lays a large and comforting hand across his brow, and he burrows into the warmth. You tell Daniel about his adventures in the snow, and the gift he left his sister. Daniel drops a kiss on his forehead at that.

"You haven't answered me, wife," he nudges you.

You draw in breath. "I think he went away thoughtful. He took a bottle of our mead with him," you add.

You do not speak of the man's more curious gazes. Southernfolk do not always venture this far north, neither for trade nor marriage. Towards the end of his visit, the priest's eyes had followed the generous give of your thighs and behind underneath your linens. An adventurous type, you had thought sourly. And no amount of that fastidious godliness to prevent the wandering attention upon another man's wife.

"You did not like him overmuch," Daniel notes. "Did he-"

"No," you said quickly. "He was... a man more given to rumination, I think. Better than the last one, with his hellfire speeches every Market Day. That one ran from us, if you remember. This one... was curious. But respectful enough."

You lean against his reassuring bulk. He is not the tallest of men, but he is your shelter and bulwark. Steady and loyal. Truly faithful, the way buildings, books, burnings and prayer cannot always be.

"The old ways may hold out here, but the church offers an attraction you cannot deny. They may look at us to keep the forest. They may greet us and give us respect for the harvests and fresh meat and fish in their baskets. But they fear us," you lean over and touch his hand, which had curled into a fist.

"Sometimes with good reason. Half of them believe us to be sumpurni, but we know the real dogsnouts in the woods. Who are quick to anger at a slight. You've seen what they do."

"No worse than ordinary men and women when the red of rage gives rise in their blood," Daniel said. "But I see your point."

"Thank you. I do not mean to denounce the others. I know you consider it your duty to keep the peace, even for the most dangerous of us. But every failed harvest and bad birth, they will liken to us. Not even wolves. They will know us by ragana, by warlocks and velni and decry us only capable of wrong. Under this new religion, one day they will come to hate our kind, and when that day comes-"

_ _ _ _

A rumble of killing intent loosens from his like the top off a stoppered jar. The children whimper in distress, while you hush them. He is remorseful, but stern with remembrance. He has seen packs laid waste, senseless culling and ignorance like slow working poison seeping into the minds of statesmen and village fools alike. He has seen his own village in ruins, smoke rising from the charred frames of houses as swift and strong a warning as anything. What graves has he not seen?

"I wonder who fears the other more?" He murmurs.

The baby looks like him- and the boy has his mother's lashes. He wants to teach them the ways of skill and hunt and invention as his father had done and his father before him. He wants them to grow up loved and coddled and harbored by their mother. He wants them grown and strong, blessed and humbled by this great gift of walking two paths- of man and beast, never in shame as others have led him to believe once in his life.

Grief is a constant friend. Sometimes he cannot breathe without it, so unfamiliar is it's absence that he invites the heaviness in, in the darkest of nights. He knows she feels it as well. She wakens and sobs beside him now and then, in memory of the family who shunned her. It is a slow poison that he cannot bear his children knowing.

"I will keep us safe," he promises. He cradles their daughter to his chest. He smells of freshly slaughtered meat, which would have sent his wife fleeing once. Now it is proof of his strength, and hers. Deer's blood might congeal the underside of his nails but it is not discernible underneath the coal black lacquer with which he has coated them.

"I will send word out, if there are places where we can live quietly. If there are welterworlds we could slip in sideways through tree bark. Perhaps-"

"Daniel," the girl-woman whom he has wed and bedded and gotten with child, reaches out for his cheek. Her fingers etch a fine line across his jaw. They are strong, calloused at the tips. It feels wonderful. It feels as terrible as gale wind whipping his skin. She is beautiful and fierce, tender and sylphlike. She is all the glory he has ever read from his father's books.

He reckons part of the fear that she speaks so much of is fueled by the resentment they have faced from other men in the village, who cannot stomach her being led astray by the strange man from the mountains, as if his howls and wolfsong had infected her. They are wrong. She is a mountain, a law onto herself.

She had come to him, on that sunny winter's day, with her skin glowing as wood polished to a sheen. Sweetly curved, the bite of the wolf-bitch still in her eyes. He has only loved her as she deserves to be loved, and he has been repaid tenfold for his care.

"I know your duty. They need you here and I won't let you do it alone," she whispers in promise, clinging to him. "We will keep each other safe. We will."

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moonhoures · 7 months

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Stargazing

🕷️ kinktober — day 8: choking 🕸️

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

genre: non-idol!au, smut

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

word count: ~1.8k

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

a/n: me while writing this > 🫨🫨🫨

posted: october 8, 2023

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

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

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

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

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

“So needy,” he smirked.

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

“Turn around for me.”

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

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

“Sorry, babe, I couldn’t resist.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mebeindelulu · 5 months

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Boyfriend! Changkyun random thoughts

boyfriend! Changkyun who randomly video calls you and talks about random things, like what he just ate at 7/11 store or about music that he creates at that moment.

boyfriend! Changkyun who whispers into your ear dad jokes during a situation when you both have to remain serious. And you both end up trying not to laugh so hard.

boyfriend! Changkyun who always wants to be next to you even when both of you are busy and doing your own things.

boyfriend! Changkyun who fixes your hair whenever he notices that they have gone into your way. It doesn't matter if you are out somewhere or you are both just chilling home.

boyfriend! Changkyun who doesn't need you to tell him verbally that you are cold. He just looks at you and knows. In a second he covers you with the fluffy blanket.

boyfriend! Changkyun who holds your hand whenever you are somewhere that are a lot of people. Like he is scared that he will lost you.

boyfriend! Changkyun who tells you that he loves you in very unexpected situations. Like during grocery shopping when You both are waiting in the lane he leans close to your ear and whispers " I love you." And then he pretends like nothing happened.

boyfriend! Changkyun who sends you songs that he discovered to listen to. He is so over the moon when you will like them as well.

boyfriend! Changkyun who takes you on those fancy restaurants dates and home sweatpants and takeout dates depending on how you both feel at that moment.

boyfriend! Changkyun who is taking pictures of you sneakily everyday in random situations; when you're brushing your teeth, texting to your friends/ family, sleeping on his lap, etc.

boyfriend! Changkyun who follows and looks at you like a curious cat whenever you cook something. From time to time asking if you need help and if you say yes he is more than happy to help you.

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wonjns · 9 months

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particular — i.cy

pairing. im changkyun x male reader

genre. smut

summary. another long day of work leads to a horny mood, thankfully you have a (slightly odd but extremely sexy) boyfriend who's always willing to help you out.

includes. car sex, semi-public sex, slight voyeurism, masturbation, cum eating, unprotected sex ( dont irl !! )

WC. 1.7k

°A/N. . . ok this is literally so random it was just an old draft i started literally last year ?? but i just had to finish it bc wow i forgot how much i love chankgyun and i hope u guys like this !!

everybody usually labeled your boyfriend as a bit of a freak, but you just liked to think of him as selective about what he liked when it came to sex.

despite his horny tendencies, changkyun had never done anything outlandish or unheard of before with you - shit, he was hardly even open to trying new things. he simply knew what he liked, despite how specific some of his turn ons were. you understood that, and he always appreciated how open you were to his desires.

just like now, as you sat in the passenger seat of his car – your pants long discarded as you palmed your exposed member while he watched you with intense eyes.

you woke up in an uncharacteristically needy mood today, dropping hints as soon as he picked you up from your barista job. changkyun could feel the desire radiating off of you in waves the minute you laid your eyes on him, the way his fitted black gym shirt up clung to his chiseled torso stirring a fire in your gut. it was unlike you, but you practically begged to have him before he could fully drive down the street. and who would he be to tell his favorite boy no in that moment?

he just wanted you to do a thing or two for him first.

for some reason, changkyun loved to fuck you after seeing you reach your climax first. something about how spent you would be just ignited him in a blaze, pounding into you extra passionately afterwards... every single time.

so you didn’t hesitate for a second when he asked to see you pleasure yourself until your first orgasm, then he would touch you. you obliged, immediately throwing your head against the seat rest from a couple strokes to your cock.

but before you knew it, you had been at it for 10 minutes, unable to get yourself climaxing despite your needy state. your hands simply never felt quite the same as changkyuns larger, warmer, and much more experienced ones. your wrist was starting to cramp after putting in so much effort to no avail, groaning out of frustration when you saw changkyun begin to palm himself over his gym shorts.

you were sickeningly turned on at how aroused he was getting at your frustration. you had always needed his help with nearly everything, especially when it came to sex, so you were always so pliant and obedient — and fuck did it turn him on.

“kyun, i need you so bad, please.” you whined, feeling overwhelmed with the hunger that he stared at you with as you played with your throbbing length.

changkgun’s jaw clenched for a second before he slowly licked his bottom lip, watching your hands run along your cock. he didn’t even want to blink and risk missing a second of the beautiful sight before him.

“you’re doing good, baby, keep going.” he sternly encouraged, voice so deep it caused you to whimper with more want. his eyes shot up to yours for a second, darker than ever. “are you close?”

“mm mm,” you mewled in response, gaze dropping to his erect nipples poking through his dry-fit shirt. you stroked yourself deeper, remembering what he looked like underneath the thin fabric. “let see your abs, please.”

the ever-so-cocky grin that you were used to grew across changkyuns face. and as annoying as it was, you fucking loved it.

he’d been working out so much at home lately, and it showed more as the days went on. you would always watch in perverted silence, eyes fixated on his back muscles as he did pull ups on your bedroom doorframe. the way his round shoulders were forming, tan thighs growing more muscular, and of course that torso being shaped by the gods - there was hardly a time that he’d be doing his sit ups in the living room that wouldn’t end in you two getting some extra cardio in on the couch after.

changkyun complied to your request all too easily, reaching down to drag the hem of the shirt slowly upwards. the material slid up and bunched around his broad chest, bronze chiseled abs glaring right back at you.

he must’ve just finished working out before picking you up from work, as there was still a thin sheen of sweat reflecting off the grooves of his muscles. you just wanted to cum all over them right then and there, and to lick it off after without a care in the world.

and that was all it took. the thought alone activated a long whine out of you as you squirted all over yourself, ropes of your white essence shooting up onto your stomach and thankfully missing your uniform shirt by a smidge.

you felt a little out of breath already, but the marveling in changkyun’s eyes gave you all the boost you needed. you didn’t bother discarding your shirt as you scrambled into his lap, back accidentally honking the horn in the process. you’d didnt give a damn.

“there, will you kiss me now?” your voice sounding much more desperate than you wanted it to.

changkyun offered you another smirk before slightly lifting your shirt and scooping some of your arousal off your stomach with two fingers. you didn’t need any instruction as you opened your mouth, excitement stirring in your bones.

your boyfriend’s eyes struck in a trance as he rubbed his fingers along your tongue, spreading your salty love liquids around to his liking. his free hand held you firmly in place by your neck. you took the opportunity to suck on his digits for just a moment before he pulled them away.

your tongue protruded out to show chankgyun his work, prompting a deep groan out of him.

“that’s my boy…” he finally mumbled before surging forward, finally soothing your aching lips with his own.

the kiss was deep, full of hunger as changkyun wasted no time in slipping his tongue in to mingle with yours. he took his time tasting you, collecting the smeared essence off your tongue to take for himself. he was so noisy today, as another one of his moans shook you to your core, and you were thankful to be perched on his lap... otherwise your knees would’ve given out immediately.

you were growing drunk on his sloppy open mouthed kisses, feeling along those godly abs before you forced yourself to pull away - unable to hold in your final request any longer.

“changkyun,” you huffed, “please fuck me.”

the dark haired man laughed at your already desperate state, warm hands encasing both sides of your hips securely as he looked you up and down.

“i don’t know, prince, right here and now? you’re already so sensitive, i’m not sure if you could handle it.” he mocked, experimentally rolling his hips up into you.

the thin material of his workout shorts boldly exposed how rock hard his bulge was already. he felt so, so big and it sent your mind reeling. your eyes rolled back when you rocked your hips down into him in response, clutching his broad shoulders.

“let me try.” you cried out, reconnecting your lips before he could form a reply.

after the two of you shared a hot, needy make out session for a couple minutes, changkyun skillfully removed both of your clothes before you could notice.

his teeth ran teasingly along the column of your neck before he passionately sucked on your adams apple, flipping you over and lowering the seat back. you moaned as you ran your hands down the expanse of his exposed melanated back, the valleys of his toned muscles sending you into a haze.

chankgyun made sure to leave an array of pretty little marks all over your neck before finally ridding himself of his underwear and fishing the small bottle of lube out from the center consul.

he laughed to himself, realizing that normal couples probably wouldn't keep something so vulgar brazenly in their car. but the man learned quickly that he had done it to himself; after corrupting you for the first time, you had become such an insatiable little thing.

when both you and he were finally prepped, he teasingly prodded his thick head against your entrance.

“i’m going in, baby boy. hold on tight.” he spoke.

his teasing actions caused you to already clench around nothing, but you tried to will yourself to relax. he slowly pushed in, and you couldn't even attempt holding your noises in. not like he would want you to anyways.

changkyun's ego would always skyrocket every time he heard how good he made you feel. his favorite would be times just like this, when you were in your most fucked out state just babbling over how much you loved him and his huge, skillful dick.

you clung to your boyfriend tighter as he ground his hips into you rhythmically, taking you to the stars and back right there in his driver's seat.

it didn't take much for you to announce your second orgasm, the sensation hurdling towards you as changkyun relentlessly pounded into you with a starved passion.

when the blissful relief washed over you, once again coming all over you and changkyun's stomach, he couldn't even warn you of his own climax as the fluttering of your walls began milking him dry as well. he wanted to bite down on your collarbone but refused to look away at how cute your scrunched up face looked, loving that he was the reason for your ecstacy.

changkyun tried to still his head from dizzying, groaning as he watched his own come begin leaking down your leg. he went to grab napkins from his consul, but you stopped him immediately, pulling him back on top of you for one more deep kiss.

you just wanted the both of you to rest in that moment, so fucked out that you didn't feel like moving despite the stickiness forming between the both of you.

your boyfriend chuckled as he lowered himself to your ear, pecking your cheeks a couple times.

"ok, 5 minutes babe. but then we have to get out of this parking lot, your job has cameras."

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rochellebae · 1 year

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IM CHANGKYUN is the type…

18+

- Changkyun is the type of boyfriend who’s sucking your boobs during sex

- always horny

- always wants sex

- he wanna fuck you at all position

- your body really turns him on, whatever type it is, he loves it

- veiny neck, hand and cock

his dick is so pretty… yes he has a beautiful dick, perfect

his hand is also so pretty, he loves fingering you with his long, veiny fingers

- beautiful big nose

you can ride his nose… he will fuck you with it

- he has a long tongue

this man has a really good tongue and he will put it in your pussy while he lick it

- hard titts man

- his arms are so strong…

- daddy kink

- breeding kink

he always wanna cum in your pussy

he loves to see his cum out of your pussy…

- he gets you pregnant

he will put his baby in your uterus and wanna see it growing in you

- he will makes a really expanded hole between your legs…

- sometimes lazy so you have to fuck yourself on his dick meanwhile he is looking at you

- he always admires you

- he is a touch man

he always touches your body, he wanna find your hole between your legs and reaches into it…

your pussy is his pussy babe

- you will sleep in his arms, he always wanna take care of you… you’re his everything

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doawks · 9 months

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i. melt into you, im changkyun.

♫ If I move too quick past you, I would think it's my reflection Being this close isn't close enough You could tell every time we touch, every time we, oh [...] That's when I melt into you

pairing. ex!changkyun x f!reader. genre. exes to lovers (?), smut, some fluff. warnings. manhandling, cheating (but he’s kinda like forgotten lol), dirty talk, implied jealousy + possessiveness, dom!changkyun to softdom!changkyun, praise kink, daddy being said once, little crying, creampie, unprotected sex━ missionary.

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“does he fuck you like this, sweetheart?” the question was rhetorical━he knew the answer just as much as you did. “nah, i don’t think he does. because if he did, i wouldn’t have to be fucking you into my mattress every night and sending you on your way back home with my cum dripping down your thighs, now would i?”

you couldn’t help but turn your head to the side in utter embarrassment. changkyun saw right through you, constantly reading you like an open book. he knew you better than anyone, he knew you better than you knew yourself - and that’s saying a lot. you could never pretend when you were around changkyun, already knowing he would instantly call you out.

“c’mon, baby, fuck━” he lets out a guttural groan when he feels you clench down onto his cock tightly. god, changkyun will never get over the way your pussy feels. “so fuckin’ tight. i’m not going anywhere, baby, relax.”

you whimper at that. it’s not like he meant it in the way you thought, but it wasn’t exactly like you were in the right state of mind. when changkyun fucked you, he took you to an entirely different planet, literally. he fucked you hard and deep, leaving your pussy battered and legs a wobbly mess by the time he was done with you. when you two were dating, he left marks all over your body because he wanted to show the world how belong to him and only him ━ he can’t do that anymore however, much to his annoyance. but he doesn’t need to mark your pretty skin up anyway because you will always know who you belong to. your pussy only cries, aches for him and your heart is interlocked with his. you know it, he knows it. your new boy toy was merely a poor replacement to try to get over changkyun, but it obviously isn’t working, clearly.

“more. want more, please, kyunnie . . .” you aren’t exactly sure what you’re begging for. you’re honestly just blabbering at this point and changkyun knows that. he also knows how to shut you up.

shaking his head in amusement, changkyun hooks his veined hands underneath your knees, pressing them to your chest. when catching a glimpse of his biceps flexing, you instantaneously feel your pussy gush. his head lurches forward, silver necklace dangling prettily from his neck, “my insatiable little thing. you’re never going to be satisfied with what i give you, will you?”

you pout slightly, “i am.”

“no, you aren’t. but you will. you want me to fuck you hard and annihilate your little cunt, then so be it. but don’t try to push me away, you got that?”

maybe you overestimated just how much you could handle. . . just a bit. changkyun’s cock is thick, it always has been. he takes pride in that, quite frankly. the first time you two had sex, he remember vividly how shocked along with astounded you were when he lined it up with your pussy, eyes big and doe, mouth wide wondering how he was going to fit. since then, you thought you became accustomed to his size, but that’s only because he was giving it to you sweetly, inch by inch. even tonight, when changkyun threw you on the mattress, he promised to go easy on you, though you being as needy as you are, you knew you wanted - needed more than that. you only got to see changkyun once a week because you didn’t want your boyfriend to grow curious, so when he did fuck you, you wanted to make the most of it.

“fuuuuuck,” he draws out, throwing his head back, adam’s apple bobbing. he pounds into your squelching pussy mercilessly, a white ring of cum beginning to coat his cock when sliding out. “sweet little cunt━fuck, so tight. takin’ me so well, sweetheart.”

“d━daddy, my clit . . . can you, mhm, can you rub my clit?”

you were so fucking cute, always using your manners for him. he absolutely loved that about you. yeah, you might be a brat at times, but at the end of the day, you were always going to be his good girl. his.

he doesn’t answer verbally, instead, he takes his thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit before bringing it down onto your clit, which twitched instinctively underneath the pad of his pollex.

on the brink of tears, you don’t think before you cradle changkyun’s face and bring his plush lips to yours. since you two began doing this whole ‘exes with benefits’ arrangement, it was agreed that there would be no kissing during sex because it would be deemed too romantic. you initiated the rule, unfortunately. only because kissing was the first intimate thing you ever experienced with your ex, who was once your boyfriend, changkyun. it meant so much to you especially because it was with someone you loved━love so dearly. you knew that if you were to kiss changkyun, it would bring you back to the first time you ever did. the memories suddenly pivoting in your head.

changkyun kisses you back sincerely, lips molding against yours. his pace comes to a halt, the hand that was under one of your knees quickly coming to your cheek, stroking the skin tenderly. you don’t feel yourself crying until changkyun acknowledges it, “shh. don’t cry, my pretty angel. i’m here.”

you’re silly. extremely silly. you never just wanted to fuck changkyun. but you knew, or thought, it would be the only way to relish in his warmth once again. you missed his touches, his words, sure, you missed him fucking you, but you really just missed him, in general.

changkyun pulls away slowly to press a kiss onto your nose. “need to take a break?”

“no, i just━missed you. not the sex, you.”

“i never left, baby. i was always here, no matter what you thought.” changkyun smiles softly at you, a smile that could light up an entire dim room.

changkyun’s words stick with you, because he’s so right. he never did leave. when he found out you were in a relationship, any normal ex would back off, but changkyun didn’t. he stayed in contact with you. or at least tried because you would never really respond to any of his messages. he made sure you were okay, wished you a happy birthday, a merry christmas. you two never ended on bad terms, but somehow, someway, you made it seem like you did.

god, how stupid you feel right now.

“i’m sorry, changkyun,” you choke, leaning into his touch. you missed him. so much.

changkyun puts your thighs at the side of him, bringing both his hands to your waist, gripping you. “no more apologies. just let me make love to you.”

with that, changkyun continues to fuck you. not hard, not rough ━ but slow and sensual. he tattoos open mouthed kisses onto your neck before going down to your collarbone, occasionally suckling your skin into his mouth. he yearned for this ━ just to be soft with you whilst telling you how pretty you are. he never told you he loved you enough back then, and that was his mistake. a mistake he would never make again. because now, he will make sure you know how much he loves and adores you with every 206 bones he has in his body. his life is purposeless without you, it has no meaning. you’re like his air, his water. you’re a necessity.

the head of changkyun’s cock kisses your cervix which has you arching your back of the mattress in pleasure. it feels good, too good. you haven’t felt this overwhelmed with pleasure and emotions in a long time. “kyunnie━”

“don’t think i can keep up any longer, baby. g━fuck. gonna come.”

“in me, kyun! in me. want you to come in me, please.”

he furrows his brows but nods his head nonetheless, “fuck. yeah, alright, angel. whatever you want.”

the mans hips speed up, balls slapping against your ass. the thumb he has on your clit also begins to quicken, causing your legs to jerk at his sides from the sensitivity and the impactful pounding. the sounds of your pornographic moans, changkyun’s deep grunts, and sweaty skin clapping is extraordinarily lewd but you can’t even find it in yourself to care neither does the man above you.

“c’mon, pretty baby,” he gently coaxes, “give it to me. make a pretty mess all over my cock for me. you can do that right, yeah? i know you can.”

your stomach starts to tighten, implying that your orgasm was quickly approaching. changkyun knows this, of course, because as stated before, he see’s right through you - and because he can feel your little pussy holding onto him for dear life, desperately trying to empty his balls. he chuckles, “fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna milk me dry.”

with a few more encouraging words and deep thrust, you’re releasing all over his cock, changkyun following soon after into your pussy. as a heavy breath escapes from his lips, he deflates onto your chest - snuggling his head in the crook of your clammy neck - cock softening in the process while still being in your warm, gooey pussy. “love you so much, baby.” he whispers quietly in your skin.

you delicately shut your eyes, smiling while doing so. “love you, too.”

you knew you were going to have to find a way to break up with your boyfriend later on, but you didn’t care about that right now. all you cared about was the warmth changkyun was providing that you missed.

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