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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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why not try?; I.M. x reader

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

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

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

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

genre: smut, fluff, friends with benefits

word count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you still clean?", he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Too much...", you pant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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pocminiseries · 2 years

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Too Much

↠♤Pairing: I.M x OC ↠♤Warnings: Mature Themes, Adult Content, Explicit Language. ↠♤Genre: Non-Kpop Related, Smut, One Shot, Imagine. ↠♤Synopsis: In which she falls back into the arms of the man she loves the most.

"I miss you"

Nia could admit that it was a text she knew shouldn't have been sent and for a split second, she wished to take it back but...

"Come see me"

In minutes she found herself on the deserted roads at 2:36 in the morning, headed to the last place she should be like the fool she has always been when it came to him.

It always happened this way.

They'd argue, break up and end up back together as if nothing happened.

It had become a routine, one that she was slowly getting tired of.

But it was difficult for her to break away from the one person who knew her better than she knew herself.

If she wasn't so afraid of being alone, she would've been broken free but somehow her mind had convinced itself that she needed him.

For three years they played this cruel game. The trust they once had for one another almost cease to exist. Yet, the love they shared seemed unscathed.

Even when they attempted to date other people, somehow, someway, they always ended up back together. The word "sorry" no longer existed in their vocabulary. There were only so many times it could be said until its purpose became tainted.

In a way, she was positive they liked hurting one another. A sick way to show they still cared.

Two months have passed since she last saw him and she was doing so well without him. Or so she forced herself to believe. Her weakest moments always seemed to attack her thoughts late at night as she lay in bed alone.

She shouldn't miss him.

Life was much better without his presence.

But every time her eyes closed, her mind was filled with thoughts of him no matter how hard she tried to forget him.

She was addicted to everything that was him and he knew it.

He thrived off the fact that no matter how many times she yelled out "fuck you", she'd always come back to him where she belonged.

In his twisted mind, no one would ever love her in the way he does.

Touch her as he does.

Kiss her as he does.

Hold her as he does.

And more importantly, make love to her as he does.

Just the thought of him shook her mentally.

God, she hated him so much.

Licking her lips, Nia stood quietly outside of his apartment door, silently telling herself to just turn on her heel and go back home where she needed to be.

But she'd be lying to herself if she didn't say that she missed him because she did.

However, it wasn't as if she needed him like the oxygen she breathed.

And just as she was about to walk away, the sounds of locks coming undone caught her attention, pulling her from her intense thoughts.

"Shit," She whispered to herself as the door swung open to reveal him in all of his toxicity. Nia noted how his hair had grown longer with his bangs hanging just below his eyebrows. He stood in front of her with an unbuttoned satin shirt showcasing his chest and a pair of matching pants. A mean mug immediately spread across her face as she ignored her rapidly beating heart.

He knew exactly what the hell he was doing.

"Why did you call me here I.M?" It was a question that she already knew the answer to but the need to break the silence between them was necessary.

The way he looked at her...it was as if he saw right through her.

A small smile formed on his face as he eyed her slowly from head to toe and back up again before his dark eyes settled on her own. "The same reason why you decided to come...because I wanted to. Now come in," He answered, stepping aside to let her in.

Shaking her head, Nia did as he said while he locked the door behind her. She stood quietly in the middle of his dark hallway that had the kitchen on one side and his living room on the other, his scent filling her nose no matter which way her head turned.

"Keep walking," Changkyun softly ordered, his warm breath fanned against her ear causing a shiver to go down her spine.

Biting her tongue, she removed her slippers and walked further down the hall towards his dimly lit bedroom where the door was left slightly open. Nia felt Changkyun's arm brush past hers to push the door completely open to reveal his cozy room.

"What have I told you about coming out in public dressed like this?" He questioned lowly, tugging at the bottom of the white romper onesie that fitted snuggly against her skin. It was obvious she wore nothing underneath.

"I wasn't about to change just to come see you, besides..."

"Besides what?"

Nia felt so small under his gaze as he stood in front of her with his arm crossed. "I won't be here for long," She informs him, turning her attention towards the hard rain hitting against the glass above them.

Changkyun smirked at her words knowing full well they were a lie. "Why won't you just be with me Nia? Every time you run you always come back to me in the end,"

"You know exactly why," Nia instantly replies. It was a question that was asked by him often and the answer never changed. "What do you even want from me? You have so many options,"

"I want you to be my wife Nia. No one else compares to you and you know this," He counters back with swiftness. "No more games. No more lies,"

Nia stared back at him, looking for any indication of dishonesty. "I don't know I.M...I need time to think,"

As much as she wanted to believe his words, it was hard. She was so fuck'd up mentally because of him.

"Why do you do this to me?" She questions just above a whisper, hating how weak she was when it came to him. All it took was one look and he had her right where he wanted. She was his and no one else.

"Take it off," He commands, ignoring her question on purpose. "Please..."

Maybe it was because of how tempting Changkyun looked at the moment. Pure sex on legs. Or the way he spoke to her, demanding yet sweet. It took little to nothing to get her to do whatever he asked of her.

She was so pathetic.

However, Nia didn't care. Especially when he slid inside of her, hitting every spot, including the ones she didn't even know she had.

Only he could make her body shake with need. Giving her the type of dick that made her call out to the heavens above in bliss. Even to the point tears would run down her face in disbelief.

He fucked her as if it would be their last, leaving nothing untouched.

Nia found herself bent over with her ass in the air just how Changkyun liked it. Her hands gripping the sheets as he delivered toe-curling strokes after another, driving her insane. "You feel so good," She whined, feeling him places kisses along her back.

Changkyun said nothing at first, only responding by practically fucking Nia like his life depended on it. Rolling his hips every time in a way that had Nia wither with need. Her pussy welcomed him each time he filled her with such need.

"Say it,"

"It's yours," Nia barely croaked out, knowing what he wanted. "It's all yours," She said again, reaching back to push him away. The pressure in her gut became too much.

"I can feel it...just a little bit more. You can handle it,"

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