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god dammit i like it (M) | changkyun
➛pairing: Im Changkyun (I.M.) x reader
➛genre: card shark/gambling Changkyun, cocktail server reader, poker!AU, hurt/comfort, smut, angst, fluff (in that order).
➛word count: 9005 (oof)
➛rating: M
➛warnings: excessive alcohol use, cursing, dirty talk, very very soft femdomme energy, oral sex (female and male receiving), changkyun begging, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, very brief mentions of blood, more soft clown changkyun.
➛summary: One last game, he tells himself. Just one last game, and he'll have enough money to take care of you the way you deserve, to show you how much you mean to him, to give you the life that you want... as long as he doesn't get caught.
➛notes: My second time writing Changkyun and as always, it's for the one and only @taetaesbaebaepsae. She had commissioned me (back when I still did those) to write something based on the God Damn MV, and then patiently waited for me to get my life together. I thoroughly enjoy creating new ways to hurt you with your ult bias, so I hope you enjoy this one! I did edit this one, but just barely, so please be gentle with me. Let me know what you think!
➛song: God Damn - I.M | Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo (Hippie Sabotage Remix)
➛tagging: @taetaesbaebaepsae @lvupmushroom @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife - thank you for letting me use your likeness for this, and for looking it over to make sure it would truly hurt Kristy's feelings. Teamwork makes the dreamwork, bbs.
He’s an idiot, but you already knew that.
The alcohol in his gut sloshes as he moves to stand, his glass painfully empty. Changkyun stumbles towards the bar, the thrumming in his head keeping pace with the bass thumping through the speakers of the club.
His eyes are glassy, faraway when he reaches his destination, the cup fumbling out of his grasp as he indicates to the bartender he wants another. The bartender looks him over, seemingly debating on following through with the request, but he turns to grab the bottle of whisky regardless.
Changkyun hates it. Hates that he’s so drunk, that you’re not here, that the guy serving him thinks he’s a mess. He knows he’s an idiot, that he should stop. Put down the glass and pick up his phone. That he should just call you and tell you he’s sorry for being such a moron all the time, and that he’ll listen to you from now on. That he does love you, and wants to take care of you, and he can fucking prove it, if you’ll let him.
But then he recalls the look in your eyes when you caught him – the disappointment, the pain – and he reaches for his now refilled glass, taking a swig before facing back towards the club.
He doesn’t deserve it – doesn’t deserve you, to provide for you, to do any of it. Not when he’s such a jealous asshole, not when he’s such a fuck up. You deserve the world. Someone who can really give you what you need.
Fuck, he wants to be that. There’s some moments when things are good, when you’re tucked into his arms in bed, sleeping softly beside him that he thinks he might be that – someone who can provide, be reliable, strong. But then he remembers your fights; his words of jealousy and anger, his avoidant nonchalant fake ass attitude, his fragile little ego shattering with a flick of your eyebrow and a sharp word.
So he leaves his phone in his pocket, instead slinking back towards his booth before dropping into it. It was easy to ignore his friends’ questions, to insist that he was fine, to pretend to be more interested in the tray of shots being dropped off at the table. He accepted the small glass, slamming it down before he could think about the burn, about the empty churning in his stomach.
It was easy to ignore his friends, but damn, Changkyun was tired of pretending he wasn’t fucking exhausted of trying to be okay without you.
It had always been push and pull with him.
From the minute Changkyun had walked into Yvonne’s, the lounge where you worked, you could feel the snap of electricity, the buzz of magnetism that pulled you to him. He would’ve stood out from his clothing alone; his lithe form draped in a bright red perfectly cut suit, shirtless under the vest to show off his tanned, broad chest. The combination of cut and color was lethal on him and he knew it, his dark hair swept back to allow the full potency of his sharp gaze. The group of men he was with were also impeccably dressed and attractive, but there was something about him that had your eyes following him, unable to look away.
Luckily for you, he had seemed to feel the same way.
His friends had gone to sit at the Baccarat table in Kat’s section, but he had stayed behind, noting which tables your body was sliding between as you delivered drinks before he made his selection at the blackjack table at the end of your section.
He couldn’t keep his gaze off of you, ordering more drinks than he was actually playing cards you were certain, but you weren’t going to stop a paying customer. The table he was at was pretty low stakes overall; the crowd was a bunch of casual players, but he had enough money to keep up with the table, so they were willing to ignore his flirting.
You were also trying to ignore it, playing into him enough to ensure your tip would be secure, but also knowing that this was likely all just fun for the rudely handsome stranger. And if there is one thing you enjoy doing, it’s having a little fun – especially while at work.
But there was something in the way he looked at you, the way that he spoke to you, that had you hanging on a bit more than you’d care to admit. You wanted to tell yourself it was just the fact that he looked like that in that suit – that his tattoos and cocky smirk on top of it all was just too much for you – but you knew it was more than that.
It was when you were dropping off his umpteenth cocktail that he finally made a move, his tattooed hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you and slide a piece of paper into your palm.
“When do you get off?”
You smirked, trying to ignore the sudden rush of blood in your veins at his skin touching yours. “Why? Who wants to know?”
His face deadpanned, his mouth dropping to a pout, and the juxtaposition of such a cute expression on such a lethal man made you laugh.
“I don’t even know your name,” you clarified, pulling away from his grip and tucking the paper into your apron.
“You could call me whatever you wanted,” he replies, voice low, glare fixed on you, “but others call me Changkyun.”
The same things that had drawn you to him also made you roll your eyes, his cockiness frustrating just as much as it was attractive. He insisted on waiting until you had finished your shift, ensuring that you made it safely to your car before reminding you about the paper tucked into your apron pocket.
“It has my phone number on it so you can text me and let me know what time you want me to pick you up tomorrow.” He had murmured, his face so close to yours that you had forgotten to breathe.
“Pick me up, hmm? Well aren’t we feeling awfully sure of ourselves,” you replied in a shaky breath, hating how much he was affecting you. “What are you picking me up for?”
“I was hoping to take you on a date, but if you have things you need to do - errands, work - that’s fine with me too. Just let me take care of you.”
It was as easy as that, the way he slid into your life. You hadn’t believed the offer, not really, but decided to text him anyway. You had some things to do before your shift, why use your gas when you could waste his?
But Changkyun was effortless, showing up in gray sweats and a black t shirt promptly at the time you requested, ready to chauffeur you all over town. He kept up with your teasing about his sad fuckboy music he was listening to, and let you mess around with his AC without complaint, like he had been doing it for a hundred years.
Maybe that’s how he broke your walls down – acting so nonchalant, while also being dependable, always showing up when and how he said he would, always ready with an easy smile and a light joke.
It could have been days, maybe weeks, but it didn’t take long for you to realize you wouldn’t be able to stay away from him. That you didn’t think you wanted to.
Which was a complete contradiction to what you had told him – that you weren’t interested in anything serious, but if he played his cards right, you could be convinced for an evening of fun. An offer he had declined, telling you that he would wait until you changed your mind and wanted him fully. An answer that had infuriated you to no end, but one that felt inevitable.
It was the 14th or 15th day of hanging out that he finally said the words, putting the feelings out into the space between you. His “I love you” came out rushed, as if the words had pained him, but the flush of his cheeks and shimmering soft eyes had you cracking, reaching for him to smash your mouth into his own.
The kiss was unlike anything you had ever felt; the intense rush of heat nearly choking you when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. He groaned when you had opened, the feeling of his tongue on yours sending the kiss deeper, starved for each other. He tasted like whisky mixed with the faint hint of gummy bears he was always snacking on, and you were drunk on his mouth, drunk on him. You don’t even remember if you had said the words back, the volatile energy between you now snapped and now your full focus until it was fully satiated.
Changkyun slotted into your life like he had always been there. The familiarity of it soothed you, brought you a deep peace that you didn’t know you needed – but there was the other side of you, the one that had never allowed anyone to get this close, that was terrified of what this would mean. That knew letting someone in also gave them the power to break you.
It was always a push and a pull with him, an intoxicating desire to give in, to let your heart find a home with him – mixed with the fear that eventually, that home would be ripped away.
“Fuck,” Changkyun cursed, and your fingers tangled in the hair at his nape, tugging.
“No marks,” you reminded him, though you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the feel of his mouth at your throat. His tongue was laving at the junction of your skin between neck and collar bone, suckling it between his teeth before soothing it with sloppy kisses.
You had been pressed against the wall of your apartment, him latched to you like a man starving until you had coaxed him down the hall towards your bedroom, letting him push you down onto the bed before resuming his work on your neck.
“Mmm,” he acknowledged, though he didn't stop his ministrations. “I wish I could mark you up, make sure everyone at Yvonne’s knows who you come home to.”
You had let out a breathy giggle, eyes rolling though he couldn’t see it. His silly jealousy over the stares you got while working at the lounge was just that - silly, nothing of merit - and yet, you couldn’t help but play into it just a little bit.
“Oh yeah? Who’s that?” you whispered, using your hand in his hair to guide him to your mouth, only stopping his descent when he was a breath away.
“Don’t play games, sweetheart,” Changkyun leaned forward, nipping at your bottom lip, and your grip deepened. “We both know I’m the only one you’d let stick around this long.”
He was right about that.
Closing the distance, you melted your mouth into his, letting him take control of the kiss for just a moment before you tug at his head once more, dragging him down your body. He complied quickly, pressing small kisses into your flesh as you guided him lower.
“I don’t know,” you breathed, eyes hazy as Changkyun settled between your thighs, a groan leaving his throat when he saw you had forgone any kind of underwear beneath your skirt. “That one guy at table 7 was tipping really well, I bet I could-”
Your words were choked off with a moan as Changkyun dragged his tongue from the bottom of your cunt to your aching clit, giving it a singular swirl with the offending muscle before pulling back.
“What was that?” he asked, but he didn't wait for a reply, not before delving back between your legs. He lapped at your center, taking his time tasting you before he settled up near your clit, sucking it between his lips.
Any retort you had been working on died as he made quick work of you, sucking and licking until you were bucking up into his face, both hands tugging at his hair to hold him in place. He had become pliant beneath you, molding himself just where you needed in order to push you over the edge. Just when you felt like you couldn’t take any more, that you were going to snap, Changkyun slid two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards.
“Please, come for me, sweetheart,” he begged, murmuring against the heat of your flesh. “I want it so bad.”
His words were your undoing, and you find yourself doing exactly as he asked, moaning out his name as he takes you over the edge, his mouth and fingers working you through it in tandem.
You exploded, white bursting behind your eyelids until you were boneless, unable to do anything but ride out your orgasm at the will of the man in front of you. Changkyun made sure to taste every drop of your release, slowly sliding his hand away from you only to quickly replace it with his tongue to lap at you until you were shoving him away.
You wanted to make him feel as good as you did in that moment, wanted to return the favor, so you pushed him off of you and onto his back, switching positions to settle between his legs.
Hands tugging at his boxer briefs, Changkyun complied to your silent request, lifting his hips until you could drag them off. You were quick to palm his erection in your hand and squeeze, relishing in the hiss he rewarded you with, your thighs squeezing together.
“Please,” he groaned, and fuck did he beg so prettily. “I just want to be inside you already, let me be inside you, yeah?”
Teasing the head of his cock with your lips, you hummed, playing as if you were considering his words. The truth was, having a beautiful man like him pleading you for anything was your kryptonite, and you would give him anything he asked for as long as he sounded like that.
Taking a final swipe of your tongue over his sensitive flesh, you gave him a smirk, moving until you straddled him, hovering for just a moment. Grasping his length, you line him up with your dripping cunt, sinking onto him slowly, tortuously.
You may be giving him what he had asked for, but only because you wanted to, because you had deemed it aligned with your desires. Changkyun gave you full control over your pleasure, and you took it greedily.
Once fully seated, you moaned, hips beginning to undulate and swirl against his. Pressing your palms into his chest, you began to work yourself over him, sliding back and forth until you were panting, thighs burning.
His eyes searched yours, waiting for permission before he did anything more than take what you were giving him. “Fuck me, Changkyun,” you gasped, voice teetering into a whine. “Wanna come on your cock.”
Changkyun didn’t need to be told twice, didn’t need any more instruction before he was thrusting up into you, pelvis meeting yours. His hands tugged you down until your chest was flush with his own, his mouth seeking yours and coaxing it into a filthy kiss.
“Fuck, yes, please come on my cock,” he rasped against your lips, his pupils blown as they make contact with yours. His gaze was intense, searing, but you couldn’t look away, didn’t want to. You wanted to be engulfed; consumed by him. “Use me, baby.”
Slamming down onto him, your pace began to turn frantic as he matched you thrust for thrust, each connection against your tender clit sending you further into oblivion.
“You feel so good, Kyun,” you praised him, adjusting until your face was pressed to his neck. “So good for me, so perfect.”
His answering moan reverberated in your chest, his arms tightening around you as his pace turned punishing, and it drove you crazy how something as simple as your words has him frenzied, falling apart beneath you.
Drunk on the power, you felt yourself hurtling towards your climax, nails digging into the skin on his back as he relentlessly slammed up into you. “Fuck, yes,” you cried, letting yourself go, giving in until you were over the edge, orgasm overtaking your senses.
It was too much for Changkyun; the way your scent was all around him, intoxicating him, the way you were moaning curses and his name, the way you were clenching so fucking tightly against his cock. Before he could stop himself he was chasing his high right alongside you, shuddering as he pumped his release deep, unable to still his hips even when you were mewling from the sensitivity.
Panting heavily against each other, you had tried to pull away only for Changkyun to roll you beneath him, pinning you under his weight. He was still fully lodged inside you, face nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your still sweaty-from-sex skin.
“What are you doing, Kyun?” you chuffed, making a feeble attempt to lift his weight before letting him resettle against you. It was all for show, the response he expected from you. The truth was you didn’t mind it - the feeling of him still inside you, the familiarity of his lips on your skin, the intimacy of it all - you didn’t mind it if it was with him.
“Just let me hold you like this for a bit, hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, and you hummed your agreement, letting your eyes fall closed. He pressed a few lazy kisses to your throat before his breathing became measured, even, and you decided joining him in slumber wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“Promise me,” you murmured, voice thick and lazy. You were still naked and draped across his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart. You had already woken and showered, deciding that clothes weren’t necessary before jumping back into bed together. That was several hours ago now. The smoke coming from his cigarette was curling up towards the ceiling, leaving a dreamy haze in the room.
“I’d promise you anything,” he replied quickly, taking a drag, “but what specifically am I promising you this time, sweetheart?”
“No more going to Kihyun’s high roller floors, Kyun. I know the pots are bigger, but you don’t know those men at those tables - not like I do.” You paused then, taking a shaky inhale.
Being in your line of work, you were no stranger to dangerous men, however you purposefully stayed away from serving on those floors of the lounge for a reason. Those men were the worst of the worst, and even if they weren’t, they rubbed elbows and served those who were. Either way, the money may be sweet, but the risk wasn’t worth it. You made better than you ever had at the lounge with the sections you served, and that was fine with you.
But Changkyun had always wanted more.
Ever since you had told him about your lofty dreams - the ones that you had saved for yourself in the darkest parts of the night, when your mind was racing and you couldn’t sleep - he hadn’t let them go. Truthfully, you always loved the idea of retiring your waitressing shoes and being able to finally write full time, working on the novel you’ve been imagining for years in some quiet home somewhere, tucked away from the world. But it broke you to see Changkyun willing to risk his life to see it come true by hanging around that crowd, placing higher and higher bets at Yvonne’s most hazardous tables.
It was strange for you to accept that he would even want to do this for you, to support you in this way, but he always knew how to soothe those concerns, promising you that he genuinely wanted to care for you before gently ribbing you to stop being so damn stubborn.
However, it was his stubbornness that had been creating a wedge between you.
“They’re bad people, Changkyun. And I don’t mean like - scamming old ladies for their pension money bad, either. I mean like extremely shady dealings with people who are involved with things that would get them sent to prison, bad.”
His free hand fell to your head then, smoothing your hair back as he took another puff of his cigarette.
“I know they are. I’m only just polite enough for the rules of the game, I never engage with them more than that. I’m not there for friends or connections, just the money.” He took a final pull before dropping the spent butt in the ashtray on the bedside table, his other hand moving to rest over the one you had placed on his heart.
“I get that, but it doesn’t take much to get on their bad side. It could be the slightest thing. Sometimes, just winning is all it takes.”
He sighed, but let the silence linger, instead letting himself get lost in stroking your hair softly. You were about to say something again, to make sure he had heard you, when he finally spoke.
“I just want to take care of you, you know?” His voice was low, thick with emotion, though he tried to swallow it back. “Give you what you deserve.”
That pain came back, the one deep in your chest, and you sat up to face him. “I know that. But I already have everything that I need, right here.”
You tap his chest once, twice - his hand still firmly resting on top of your own.
He met your gaze, giving you a small, cocky smirk, as if his eyes weren’t shiny with unshed tears. “What, you mean this hot body?”
You scoffed, eyes rolling. Maybe you should’ve called him out on his side stepping, forcing him to vocalize that look he had been giving you, but instead you fell back into step with your teasing. It was, after all, the familiar dance between you two.
“No, stupid. I meant you - you’re all I need. The rest of this shit is just noise.”
“I bet I can make you make some noise–”
“Changkyun–”
“Okay okay,” he laughed as your soft touch turned into pointed jabs into his chest, sitting up to wrap his arms around you and stop your onslaught. “I hear you, sweetheart. You’re right. I’ll stay away,” he said, pulling you up and back until you’re leaning against his chest, arms still wrapped tight around you.
“Promise me?” This time when you say it, you made sure your eyes were locked on his, made sure the fear you felt was evident behind the words.
“I promise.”
It felt like a sign from the universe. Well, either that, or a promise from the devil.
But sometimes, those can look the same.
The posting for Kihyun’s upcoming game had just gone up, but it was already making the rounds. Games like these were advertised in a certain way - you had to know where to find it in order to play, and the regular gamblers all knew the common message boards to keep an eye on. Changkyun hadn’t been looking for it, wasn’t even checking the forums anymore – but had gotten a text about it from Joohoney, a screenshot of the flyer accompanying his message of “Bro, did you see this shit??”
A high stakes game, in two nights. The winning pot large enough that he would be able to retire you permanently, and he wouldn’t be too far behind you, honestly. You were already off work that night, plans in place for a girls night with Kat and a few of the other servers, so you wouldn’t be at Yvonne’s.
It would just be one last time.
One last game, and with enough luck, he could finally give you the life that you’ve always wanted, provide for you in the way a man should. Sure, you wouldn’t like it – the idea of him going to the tables again – but that was only if you found out, and the chances of that were slim.
He could win the money and set it aside, give himself a week or two of regular games to make it seem a bit more feasible. A few days of being off your feet and back on your laptop would have you forgetting about work anyway, and the top floor of Yvonne’s would fade quickly away from your memory.
It had to be a sign. He could do it, could pull it off, could be the man that you deserve.
His fingers hovered over his phone, the reply ready to be sent to Joohoney. It would be just as easy to delete it, to tell him that he’s done with that shit. To text his best friend back and tell him that he can’t, because he told you he would walk away and stay away from those men. Joohoney might give him some shit, but he would understand, likely wouldn’t push the matter.
But the money…
It didn’t take long for Changkyun to do the math; it would take months at the regular tables to get this kind of money, and that’s only if he kept winning. Which didn’t seem like long in the grand scheme of things, but when he thought of how your eyes lit up at the idea of writing full time, made it seem like it was centuries.
You wouldn’t have to know. It would just be one last time.
He pressed send on the text, foot tapping nervously until he saw the read receipt pop up under his message.
“I’m in - one last game.”
You were mad at him again, but your friends didn’t need to know that.
All they needed to know was that you were in the mood for a girls night out, and if they knew what was good for them, they’d be there in their sluttiest outfit ready to indulge with you.
However, it only took you ordering the second round of shots to have Bri’s questioning stare fixed on your own.
“So, what did he do this time?” she deadpanned, sipping from her straw.
“What? Who? I don’t know what you speak of,” you replied. “I’m just enjoying a night out with my friends.”
“Sure, okay,” Kat nodded, giving a convincing performance of someone who actually believed your nonsense. “If he didn’t do anything, then why isn’t he here, buying us all drinks?”
She had you there. Changkyun was always wanting to show up on your nights out – not to crash them, but so that you and your friends could enjoy your time without having to worry about a single thing. He covered the tabs, made sure everyone was having fun, and ensured each person got home safely – all while staying tucked away at a nearby table until you needed him, never putting too much pressure on you.
It had pissed you off the first time he had suggested it, but after he showed you what he meant, showed you how he could be supportive in the shadows while still letting you shine, you had slowly given in. Part of you loved being able to enjoy yourself with your friends while knowing he was always looking out, even if he wasn’t directly visible.
“Maybe he’s busy.”
Twin glares pinned you to your seat, and you allowed several beats of the bass blaring in the speakers to pass before caving.
“Okay, fine, yes. We’re having a slight disagreement,” you conceded with a sniff, “over something that happened at work.”
“Wait a minute - is this about what happened with Vanda?” Kat questioned, mentioning the newest server at the lounge. She had only started a few weeks prior, but had been making a lot of work for you - constantly acting like she knew what she was doing in front of management, only to flounder and follow you and the senior staff around asking a million questions the minute they weren’t on the floor.
It wasn’t her confidence in her lacking serving skills that had bothered you, not really. It was more so how the minute she did get called out on a mistake, she was quick to try to throw you and your friends - the same people who had just been helping her ass - under the bus.
You had told Changkyun about an incident earlier in the week of this exact scenario – she was flirting with another customer instead of checking on the tables in her section, and a patron of hers ended up getting up to go to the bar to order a drink. It wouldn’t have been a huge deal, mistakes happen after all, except she had immediately told the manager on duty that you had promised to cover that table. Which was news to you.
“Are you serious? After all the help you’ve given her?” Changkyun had shook his head, irritation evident in his voice. “Did you tell the manager the truth? Who was on?”
You had smothered a smile at the question, trying and failing to hide how much you loved him wanting to know more about your life.
“It was Amy, and yeah, I told her. She believed me, but still. I don’t get it, I’ve never done anything to that girl.”
“Want me to show up to Yvonne’s and request her section with the guys, give her some shit? You know how annoying I can be when I want to,” he offered, brows raised in a teasing lilt, but you could tell by the line of his mouth that he meant it.
“Yes, I do know how truly annoying you can be. It’s almost like a super power.”
He grinned then, a full one, and you wanted to kiss his stupid mouth.
“But no, it’s fine. I got this. I know how to handle people like this, and having anyone else fight the battle for me will only make her more bold about it.” This wasn’t your first rodeo, after all - you had been serving a long time, and doing luxury serving at Yvonne’s for even longer than Vanda had been out of diapers. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was handle people.
But did Changkyun listen to you?
Well no, of course not.
He did exactly as he had threatened - showed up the following day with his full group of rowdy friends, sitting in her section and dedicated to being the most obnoxious people Vanda dealt with all night. They didn’t do anything harassing or illegal, just toed the line of being pretentious drunk pricks gambling and drinking – sending back drinks for being made incorrectly, asking for complicated cocktails and shots, requesting a rundown of the entire menu before telling her they were no longer hungry.
Kat and Bri had found it hilarious, stating that your boyfriend’s malicious compliance of the rules while still making Vanda run around so much she was pouring sweat was truly an artform. And there was a tiny piece of you, deep in your soul, that was pleased at the lengths he was willing to go for you.
But you were also pissed, because you had been exactly right. It did nothing to stop Vanda from sending bullshit your way; if anything, it had spurred her on, the following shift of yours even more annoying and mind numbing after hours of her questions and subtle sabotage.
“Yes, it’s about what happened with Vanda! I told him to let me handle it, and he didn’t listen. I know he meant well, I get that, but still. He didn’t listen.” You had known his heart was in the right place - you hadn’t questioned that. But it didn’t negate the fact that it made you feel so small when he didn’t listen to your requests.
“I thought that was hilarious,” Bri said, arm reaching out for another shot glass. She had one already prepped in front of her, but preferred taking her shots two at a time. “But I get it. Vanda’s been worse since.”
“I can handle Vanda, I don’t really care about that. But it feels like our fights are usually because he just doesn’t listen to what I’m telling him. It’s like he thinks he knows better than me.”
Deep down, you know he didn’t mean it in this way, but it was like he didn’t trust you - your judgment, your read on the situation, whatever it is – and that hurt, especially when you had worked so hard to open up that piece of yourself to him.
“And I know that I’m not always right, and it’s not like I don’t want to hear his opinions, but I don’t like the choice being taken from me. Or worse, dangled in front of me like he’s going to consider my feelings, only to have him do whatever.”
Downing her two shots in rapid succession, Bri shook her head, reaching for her chaser before speaking. “I think that’s part of the problem, he thinks he is considering your feelings. He thinks he’s standing up for you and fighting for you. He thinks he’s taking some of that burden off your plate.”
“I don’t need, I mean, I don’t-”
“When is the last time you let anyone fight a battle for you?” Kat interrupted, elbows leaning on the table to make direct eye contact with you. “You tell everyone that you got it, that you can handle it. And we’ve seen you do it, so it’s not that we don’t believe you. But sometimes, we want to help you, for no other reason than we love you. And we can.”
The direct read into your defenses had your throat tightening, and you blinked back the tears that threatened to form and ruin your makeup.
“He should listen and take your feelings into consideration, absolutely,” Kat continued, voice gentle, “but also, you should let him support you and help more. I think if you let him be there for you in smaller ways, he wouldn’t feel the need to be the knight in shining armor so much.”
There was a lot of wisdom in your friend's words, and you had taken a moment of silence to chew on it, to let it sink in.
“He really loves you, you know that, right? So stop being a dumb bitch about it,” Bri deadpanned, but her expression was soft, “and let him love you. And you know I say that with affection.”
“I know,” you said, nodding at your friends. As much as it wasn’t easy to admit, they had a point, which also meant that maybe Changkyun did, as well. “Thank you both, seriously.”
It had only taken one text message, a quick “This tab isn’t going to pay itself” with a kissing emoji to have him showing up at the bar, settling into a table a few down from your own with a wink and a sly smirk, where he proceeded to wait out the evening, taking care of you and your friends as always when the time came.
“I’m still annoyed with you,” you had panted against his mouth when you got home, letting him push you up against the wall and cage you in with his arms. He was on you like a starved man, and it had made your buzz intensify, making you drunk on him, his kiss.
“Of course, I understand,” he mumbled, words barely intelligible in the urgency of his lips.
You had to fight to pull away, using one hand on the base of his throat to push him back for a moment to catch your breath.
“But, also, thank you. For what you did with Vanda. And for always wanting to protect me.”
If Changkyun noticed how soft your voice got, he didn’t say anything, instead leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You could tell he was going to say something – probably something devastatingly sweet – and you needed to finish what you were going to say, before the bravery lost you.
“I’m not used to having someone who wants to fight with me, or for me, you know.”
“I know,” he replied in a rush, like he had already known your confession, knew what you were going to say long before the words had formed. “I know, and I also shouldn’t be an ass and push all the time. But I will always protect you, yeah?”
Nodding, you fought back tears for the second time that evening, but this time you didn’t shy away from letting him see the emotion in your face.
“You’re mine, and I will always fight for you, sweetheart.”
This time when he kissed you, it was slow, purposeful, heated. Like he was going to make sure you felt and wanted for nothing other than him, his touch, and that you could allow yourself to fall into him forever and would always have a safe place to land.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad, to be vulnerable with someone, to let them in, if you could feel like this.
Or maybe it wasn’t so bad, only because it was Changkyun.
Tonight was the night, and everything was in place.
So why did Changkyun feel a ball of anxiety forming in the base of his gut?
Everything had been going according to the plan so far, not that there was much of a plan for any of this. It mostly relied on you and your friends being away from Yvonne’s for the night, which was easy enough since you were all off on the same evening. A rarity that you all were going to take advantage of, and had planned for movie night with drinks and sushi take out over at Kat’s place, an event that was common enough that Changkyun knew it usually ended in a sleepover.
He had dropped you off an hour prior, kissing you gently and shouting a greeting down the hall to the girls before heading back to the car, ignoring the feeling of guilt roiling in his stomach. He had just kept reminding himself that he was doing this for you, doing this so he could support you and give you the life that you deserved.
It was one last time, one last game.
But that pit didn’t dissipate as the evening went on, not even when he met with Joohoney who had insisted he take a shot when they arrived at Yvonne’s to help with his nerves. It had burned his esophagus, blurring the edges of his tension a bit, enough that he felt confident walking through the lounge next to his friend..
“You good?” Joohoney asked, slapping a hand on his shoulder.
Changkyun nodded. “Yeah, just really wanna win some money, you know?”
Joohoney had given him an understanding grin before guiding him past the tables in the lower section of Yvonne’s towards the stairs leading up to the high roller tables.
“It's our lucky night, Kyun,” Joohoney said, pausing in front of the door leading to where the game was about to begin. Through the heavily frosted glass, Changkyun could see several bodies already seated at the few VIP tables, and he felt his pulse spike. “We’re going to win.”
“I hope you’re right.”
The sleepover at Kat’s had been just the reset you needed.
A night of screaming at the television, drinking cocktails and eating your bodyweight in sushi with your friends was healing in more ways than one, and you had left the next morning feeling lighter and more content than you remembered in a while.
It was surprising to find your apartment dark and quiet when you returned, as you had assumed Changkyun would be there waiting for you, like he always was. You had given him a key long ago, figuring there was no point in pretending like he didn’t spend all of his free time glued to your side, but not fully ready to give up the independence of living alone quite yet.
Sending him a quick text, you let him know that you’re home and about to catch up on sleep before your shift later. He replies quickly that he had fallen asleep at his place after a late night with Joohoney, but that he would be there once you got off work.
Nothing had felt out of the ordinary, and you felt energized enough from your nap to get ready quickly, getting to work much earlier than you normally would for a shift.
You should’ve known something was up the minute you walked into work and saw that Vanda had a shit eating grin on her face.
She kept sneaking side glances, watching you with a scrutiny that made you uneasy. She’s normally more obvious in her attempts to annoy you, and her passive aggressiveness is setting your teeth on edge.
After the third glare and giggle on your way to drop off more drinks, you decide you’re going to confront her and ask her what her deal is, when she beats you to it.
“Did you have fun last night?” Vanda questions, a stupid smirk on her face.
“Why do you care?”
“Seemed like Changkyun did,” she continued, like you hadn’t asked a question. Your stomach dropped.
Raising a brow, you wait for her to go on, not wanting to give her any more satisfaction. She clearly knew something that you didn’t, and she was already well aware of that fact.
“How much did he actually end up winning last night? I mean, him and Joohoney were upstairs until last call, and he seemed pretty happy when he left.”
Instantly, your throat tightens, unease now unfurled into full blown anxiety. He was here last night? If he was here last night, and with Joohoney upstairs, no less…
“I didn’t manage to hear how much he won, just that Changkyun shouldn’t worry, because you would never find out.”
It was enough. You had heard enough.
It was surprising how quickly you switched into autopilot, spinning on your heel and striding out of the room before your throat tightens, before your vision fully blurs. Vanda says something more behind you, a lilt of concern in her voice, but you can’t hear her, not anymore.
Your mind quiets as your body takes control, moving you to find your manager to tell her that you need to leave, before grabbing your purse and coat, and leaving the lounge. Turning towards your apartment, your rage fuels your step, gut churning with the betrayal of knowing the only reason why Changkyun would be upstairs at Yvonne’s last night, why he would be leaving looking so pleased with himself.
The wind bit at your face, chapping your lips, but you didn’t care; needing the night air in your lungs and for the anger to be burned out in your movement before seeing him.
Because once you walked out your anger and faced the betrayal, you would need to deal with the deep seated fear for Changkyun’s safety, and how the hell you would be able to protect him now.
Changkyun wasn’t expecting you so early when you barged into the apartment, and the mix of confusion and excitement quickly bled away once he saw the look on your face.
He strides towards you, grabbing your shoulders, concern knitting his brow. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Blinking, you allow yourself a moment to stare at him, to drink in his full mouth and stupid handsome face, before you swallow around the knot in your throat.
“Tell me it isn’t true, Changkyun.”
You hate how your voice sounds; weak and strained and like you’re just bone deep tired, defeated. Maybe you are.
“What are you talk-”
“Tell me that you weren’t upstairs at Yvonne’s last night,” you sigh, irritated with the ruse. “Tell me that you didn’t go and do the exact thing that you promised me you wouldn’t, and that I didn’t have to find out from fucking Vanda, of all people.”
Pulling away, you slide from his grasp, tucking your arms around your middle so that you wouldn’t be tempted to reach back out for him. It was tortuous, how much you want to reach for him, even when your heart is breaking.
“Sweetheart, I just- it was just going to be one last time, one last game. The pot was too good, it was enough to get you set up, so you could quit,” he lets the sentence hang, almost waiting for you to interrupt, but when you stay silent, he continues. “Joohoney made sure everything was good, and we won just enough to get what we needed, not enough to rock too many boats. I had it under control.”
Closing your eyes, you let the last sentence settle around your shoulders like a heavy weight, the same old feelings bubbling up. “It wasn’t about you being in control or not, Changkyun. It was about listening to me, actually listening to me. You promised.”
It was on the last word that you broke, that the tears started to fall, and for once you didn’t turn away, wanting him to see.
“You promised me you would stay away, and then you didn’t. You hid it. You thought you knew what was best for me, instead of just listening to me.”
Pain laces Changkyun’s face as he takes a step towards you, only pausing when you take an equal step backwards. “I’m so sorry, I don’t think I know better, I just-”
“Please leave. I’m done.” Your voice is low but measured, certain.
“Baby, please, let me just explain, and- and-”
“I don’t want to hear an explanation. I want you to leave.” Tears continue to fall, but you don’t drop his stare, willing him to understand just how serious this all is, how serious you are.
He wants to fight it, wants to say more, but something in your eyes must convince him, because he keeps his mouth shut. Instead, he moves back to the couch, grabbing his coat and phone, before making his way to the door. His gaze is mournful as he gives you one last look, lingering, before shutting the door behind him.
You aren’t sure how long you stand there, unmoving, before the autopilot kicks back into gear, forcing your limbs to move. Heading towards your room, you place your phone on the charger before you curl into your bed, surrounding yourself with the blankets and the lingering scent of Changkyun.
And then you let yourself break down.
Changkyun was drunk. Too drunk.
He shouldn’t have taken that last shot, especially not after that last drink from the bar. It was too much, but fuck it. Who cares?
“I’m not sure what I’m doing,” he mumbles to himself, not caring how crazy he looks. He wishes someone would just give him some direction, tell him what he would need to do in order to fix this.
He didn’t listen. He never listens.
And now he’s lost the only good thing he’s ever fucking had, the only reason he got up each morning and what’s the point, if you’re gone?
Fuck. Fuck.
Sliding down low in the booth, he lets his head hang, the whisky glass precariously dangling in his hand. His body felt so heavy, so numb, and yet the anguish deep in his chest only worsened, throbbed along to music blaring in the club.
If only he could apologize, he’d beg for mercy, he’d promise he’d never fuck up like this ever again. Explain how you were right - how he doesn’t need the money, or any of that shit, as long as he had you.
He needs you.
His heart is in a vice grip, squeezing so tightly that he thinks he might explode from his body, his skin, until he’s nothing but red.
Pain suddenly licks up Changkyun’s palm, and he looks down to see the glass cup gone. In its place are thousands of tiny shards, twinkling in the dim club lights, reflecting everything back to him. More red, but this time welling in his palm, pooling in the deep lines of the skin.
“What the fuck, are you alright dude?”
Changkyun thinks it’s Joohoney who asks him, or maybe it’s Hyungwon? It doesn’t matter either way, because it’s not you.
He goes to stand, to ask for a bandage or a rag or something, but instead his vision blurs, the room spinning. And then he’s flat on his back, blinking up at the cacophony of lights, faces coming in and out of focus, but not the one he needs, not the one he’s looking for.
He can faintly hear his friends talking to him, feel them digging in his pockets for his phone, but he can’t be present anymore. It’s too torturous, too heavy. Much easier to close his eyes, to think about your face. To let himself get lost forever.
He’s happy to die here on the floor of this stupid club, imagining your smile, your laugh, your lips as you say his name.
Changkyun just wants to take care of you, just wants to give you everything that you deserve. How can he do that if he’s here? If he can’t listen?
He lets the darkness swallow him.
Changkyun isn’t sure where he is.
He feels like he got hit by a truck, his head specifically feeling like it had been trampled on, though it’s his right palm that's aching in time to his pulse.
Without moving, he opens his eyes slowly, trying to take in his surroundings. It’s dark, wherever he is, and his head is propped on a pillow, body stretched out on a couch. He can see a small trash can directly in front of him, as if whomever brought him here wasn’t sure if he’d be capable of finding a bathroom if the contents of his stomach decided to make a reappearance, and he groans.
Fingers swipe through his hair, easing the pounding in his skull by a fraction.
“Hi, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”
Changkyun thinks he has to still be sleeping, must be having a very good dream if it’s your voice he’s hearing, your scent he’s inhaling as he settles onto the pillow. He smiles to himself, not wanting to speak and having the dream fade too soon.
“Changkyun? Are you going to answer me?” This time, you peer over him, leaning down to stroke his face. You let your fingers linger briefly on his cheekbone before lightly touching his lips.
His eyes snap open.
“Is this real?” He asks, voice hoarse, gaze searching your own. He doesn’t feel strong enough to sit up quite yet, but you don’t seem to want to make him, either. “Are you really here?”
“Technically, you’re here at my place, but yes, it’s real.” You reply, your nails sliding back up to his hair to give his scalp a soothing scratch.
He swallows as he stares at you, as he drinks in the tenderness in your eyes that he thought he wouldn’t get a chance to see again. It took him a moment before he recognized your apartment in the dim light, and another more before realizing the pillow he’s laying on is settled in your lap.
Even knowing that this was real, that you truly let him back in, he was still too scared to speak, not wanting to scare you off. Not wanting the moment to end.
When he finally gathered enough courage, he cleared his throat.
“I’m so, so fucking sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. I don’t listen. I hear what you say, and then just act like an ass who thinks he knows everything.” Changkyun swallows thickly. “The only thing I do know is that you’re my everything. You’re all I need. Please, don’t give up on me yet.”
His pleas make your eyes well, and you force yourself to take an even inhale before speaking.
You want to tell him that you couldn’t give him up, that you had tried because you knew it would be easier in the long run, but your heart wouldn’t allow it. You want to say that you had regretted telling him to leave the moment the words left your lips, that you hadn’t meant them. You want to say that you were just so tired of not being heard, of people making decisions for you.
Instead, you roll your eyes playfully. “Now why would I do that, after all the trouble I went through to patch up your hand while you were black out?”
You will tell him those things, but later. When the sting of last night had faded a bit from both of your memories, and the impact intended can land.
He gives you a small grin, meeting your gaze. His hand - the bandaged one - raises slowly, tentatively, until it’s cupping your cheek.
“I just wanted to give you the world,” Changkyun murmurs, almost reverently. “I will give you the world, the right way. It might take me longer, but I will.”
His words soften you more, and you reach for his other hand, pulling him up until he’s facing you. He’s slow to move, the onset of a hangover taking hold, but eventually he settles sitting upright, eyes still intense on your own.
He is always trying to take care of you, trying to lessen your burdens. You know you’re not the best at accepting the help, but dammit, you were trying. For him. And he was trying for you, too.
You lean forward until your foreheads are touching, breaths mingling.
“I already have it, stupid.”
He kisses you then, a gentle press of lips that quickly builds, as everything always does with him. A push and a pull. Changkyun leans away slightly, grins against your mouth. “I’m an idiot, but you already knew that.”
“You’re my idiot. The rest is just noise.”
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What your camera roll would look like dating Changkyun
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Kinktober Day 26- Drunk/High Sex
Pairing: Non-Idol!I.M x Roomate!femReader
Warnings: Use of marijuana, dub-con, creampie, unprotected sex.
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You and Changkyun have been the best of friends for a long time. So long that you both decided to move in together during college. You shared everything together including a joint every once in a while. Especially during exam season just to take the edge off. Tonight was one of those nights in which the two of you decided to roll up a joint and get high but, something about tonight felt different. You decided to sit outside on the balcony and take in the night air as you smoked. The stars were out in full force and the moon was a bright crescent in the sky. The two of you talked about your dreams and ambitions, the things that you wanted to do with your lives, and where you wanted to be in a few years. You both shared a mutual understanding that you wanted to help each other out and make sure that you both achieved the best that life had to offer. The smell of the joint was intoxicating and it was just what you needed to relax and take your mind off of your upcoming exams. You and Changkyun shared stories and laughed until your cheeks were sore. You felt comfortable being with each other and you could tell that Changkyun felt the same, as if he was your safe haven. After a few hours, the joint was done and the two of you decided it was time to go to bed.
You said good night to each other and went to your separate rooms, feeling content and relaxed and something else you couldn't quite place yet. You felt hot and couldn't stop thinking about Changkyun. You have always had a bit of a crush on him but, you'd never tell him. Now, being friends was the furthest thing from your mind. You wanted him badly so you walked over to his room to knock. You knocked lightly on his door, your heart racing as you waited for him to answer. When he opened it, you were taken aback by how handsome he looked. You felt like your knees were going to give out from under you and you had to hold the door frame to steady yourself. He looked surprised to see you but he smiled and opened the door wider, inviting you in. You stepped in and he shut the door behind you. He asked what was wrong and you took a deep breath before telling him how you felt. You told him that you had been thinking about him ever since you smoked the joint and that you had feelings for him. You blushed furiously as you told him but he only looked amused. He stepped closer to you and put his hand on your cheek, gently caressing it and looking into your eyes. He told you that he had felt the same way for a while, that he had been wanting to tell you but didn't know how. You both embraced each other tightly and he kissed you softly, sending sparks through your body. You both pulled away, both of you feeling relieved that you had finally expressed your feelings. You smiled and he pulled you in for a kiss. It was passionate and heated. Both of your inhibitions are lowered because of the joint from earlier.
As your lips intertwined, you could feel the heat rising between your bodies. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath his shirt. You could tell that he was just as turned on as you were, and you wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of him. You broke away from his lips and started to kiss his neck, causing him to groan and pull you closer. You felt his hands on your back, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. He pulled it up and over your head, exposing your bare chest to him. He licked his lips as he took in the sight of you, his eyes darkening with desire. You reached for the hem of his shirt, and he eagerly lifted his arms to let you take it off. His chest was just as impressive as you thought it would be, his skin smooth and warm under your fingertips. You ran your hands over his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch. He pulled you back into another kiss, pushing you up against the door. You could feel his growing erection pressing against you and you moaned into his mouth, letting him know that you were enjoying his advances. He kept one hand on the small of your back while the other trailed down to cup your ass. He grabbed your ass with both hands and ground into you, making both of you groan in pleasure. You could feel his bulge pressing against your crotch, it felt so good that you could feel yourself slowly falling apart. He bit your neck, suckling on your skin as you moaned and was unable to keep yourself from bucking your hips into him. He continued to grind against you, making you feel as if you were going to cum right then and there. He moved his hands to your nipples, pinching and tugging on them. You whimpered, pushing your hips harder into him as he bit down hard on your shoulder.
He trailed his tongue down your chest until he reached your nipples, flicking them with his tongue before taking one into his mouth, sucking on it. You moaned loudly and bucked your hips into him again. He bit down on your hard nipple and you cried out in pleasure, running your fingers through his hair. He moved his hands to your hips, pulling you onto the tip of his erection. You ground against him, his hard cock pressing ever closer to your entrance. He pulled you away from him, leaving you breathless and wanting more. He led you over to his bed and laid you down, starting to kiss up your legs until he reached the hem of your shorts. He pulled them off of you, revealing the wet spot in your panties. He smiled as he pulled them down, revealing your soaked pussy. He looked up at you, his eyes hungry and full of lust, before taking you into his mouth.
He moaned against you, his tongue moving back and forth across your clit. You felt yourself trembling under his touch as his tongue moved faster. You whimpered his name, feeling yourself on the brink of cumming. He licked faster and faster, sucking on your clit as he rubbed his fingers against your entrance. You cried out his name as you came, your body shaking with pleasure. He gently kissed your clit, causing your body to tremor again. He climbed on top of you, kissing your jaws, neck, and collarbone. You grabbed his face, pulling him in for an intense kiss. His hips ground into you and you could feel his erection pressing against you, begging for entrance. He pulled away from you and looked into your eyes as he moved his hands to your thighs, spreading your legs. He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his erection against your clit as you moaned. Your body felt like it was on fire, you never wanted anything more than you wanted him inside of you.
He moved his hand to your clit and gently rubbed it as he pushed his cock into you. You cried out as he filled you up, taking you completely. He pushed in and out of you, his erection growing harder with every thrust. He moved his hand to your breast, squeezing it and pinching your nipple. His thrusts grew faster and harder, making your body shake with pleasure. You moaned out his name as he kissed your neck, giving it small nips as the two of you moved together. He moved his hands up to your shoulders, pinning you down as he continued to thrust into you. He kept one hand on your shoulder as the other moved to your clit. He rubbed you quickly, his thrusts growing harder as you neared your climax. You could feel yourself falling apart as you squirmed under him, moaning his name and digging your nails into his back. He bit your neck hard and thrust into you one last time. You felt him cum inside of you, your orgasm taking over as you bit down on his shoulder. You rode out your pleasure together until you both collapsed in each other's arms. He pulled you into an embrace, kissing the top of your head as you caught your breath. You looked into his eyes and smiled before you kissed him again, falling asleep in each other's arms.
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A/N: I apologize for this being so late I am struggling but, I will get back to it to close Kinktober out.
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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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Got My Number - I.M
A/N: I was listening to Got My Number and my brain did a thing, so I’ve written it down to share with you all!
Since dating Changkyun you had become close with all of Monsta X, to the point where you would hang out with them even if your boyfriend wasn't present. This was one such day, where I.M. was busy but you had decided to head to dorms anyway. You got on with the guys well and could happily joke around with them.
As you were talking, Jooheon snuck over to you.
"If you need someone," he started singing at you in a cheeky, flirty nature, "Who can love you while he's gone, baby, you got my number-"
"Yah!" you shouted, nudging him away with your elbow. "I'm no cheater, Lee Jooheon!"
He couldn't help but laugh a little at your reaction.
"Right answer!" Minhyuk chimed in.
You all fell easily back into conversation, moving on from the moment, when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you found a message from Changkyun.
'I love you'
You smiled as you typed out your response. 'I love you too, but where did that come from?'
The reply was quick, 'Shownu sent me a video' with an attached video of Jooheon singing at you and you shutting him down.
It was then that you realised they'd obviously set you up to see how you would respond.
'Just telling the truth,' you typed. 'Why would I need someone else when I have my Kyunnie xxx'
His next reply was simply a selca of his smiling face, holding out a finger heart towards the camera.
You saved the picture quickly, while smiling down at the screen.
"You're welcome," you heard Jooheon call over, acknowledging the happiness radiating from you.
"Shut up," you muttered, before pocketing your phone and rejoining the conversation.
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(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.
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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?”
i'm so excited to finally be posting this!! also sorry to yeosang for making him the ex ;-; i love him but someone needed to take the hit... anyway lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!
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dating Miles Edgeworth headcanons (Miles Edgeworth x fem reader)
He leaves you for a man
#tetri.txt#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#miles edgeworth x reader#sorry. no im not actually. make more x readers for men or even just gender neutral#im actually genuinely baffled at thw amount of fem reader miles stuff when 90% of the fandom sees him as gay. its nuts#1k#10k#20k
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simon riley sending you a picture every time he’s drinking a cup of tea to prove to you that he’s winding down :((
simon 💕
m’takin a break. don’t worry, doll.
#[ *ೃ༄ — 𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒. ]#THIS IS SO CUTE#IM ACTUALLY SOBBING#i’m gonna do this more#( 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ )#simon riley#simon riley x reader#cod#call of duty
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"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. diluc
bro was discombobulated
#art#fanart#my art#genshin impact#原神#(y/n)#character x y/n#genshin x reader#diluc x reader#diluc genshin impact#genshin diluc#genshin fanart#genshin fanfic#genshin imagines#IM BACKKK
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i think yuji has a thing for spoiled, bratty girls. the ones with borderline bad attitudes, who roll their eyes more than they smile, and scowl and huff when things don’t go their way.
sure, it can be annoying sometimes, but you’re never like that for long, not with him at least. you try, but all he has to do is wrap those steel arms around you and gush about how pretty you are, how he loves you so much, how much he missed seeing you and then you’re like putty in his hands.
you’re sweet, bashful, doting, clingy, glued to his side and rubbing yourself against him like some baby kitten. it’s cute, you’re cute, and he’s head over heels for you.
but like all things, that doesn’t last long either. your moods are fickle, changing at the drop of a hat, and your little outbursts can be explosive, sometimes offensive. yuji usually lets you get your frustrations out, lets you rant and rave while he sits and listens, and then when you’re all tuckered out he’s dragging you into his embrace and whispering comforting words into your skin followed by sweet kisses.
sukuna always tells him how soft he is when he does that - she’ll never respect you if you keep letting her off like that, he says. put her in her fucking place, he hisses. back in my era, the only time a woman opened her mouth around me was to suck my cock, he reminisces.
but yuji isn’t like sukuna, he doesn’t need to do those things to get you back how he likes you most, sweet and soft and eager for his love..but sometimes you really try his patience, so he figured he could do something, nothing close to the cruel things sukuna had suggested, but something to let you know that you couldn’t just do and say whatever you wanted all the time.
he figured he’d take something away from you, like you’d do with a misbehaving child, something that you loved and couldn’t get enough of, no matter how much he gave it to you.
his cock, obviously.
“yuji!” he’s had you like this for a while, your stomach flush against his bedroom wall as he forces you to stand while he squats behind you. you’re dressed in a little skirt and an equally as little top, no panties in sight. the skirt is hiked up around your hips, and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he thrusts the pink dildo into your drooling cunt once again, his ears twitching at the lewd squelch that sounds.
your thighs tremble, knees buckling, and he lets his free hand come down against your ass, his lips soothing the sting after when you let out a whimper. “m’sorry,” he mumbles against your skin, “but you have to stand up straight for me, baby.”
“mm-nn,” you shake your head, and yuji tsks, wrist pulling back to slide the dildo out until only the top remains, and then he’s quickly slamming back in, lips still peppering kisses along the curve of your ass. “ah! i want you, yuji. i wanna feel you..”
“you don’t get my cock until you start being nice to me.” he builds up a steady pace, his breathing ragged as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. needing to see it and not just hear it, he pulls his head back, marveling at the way your pussy grips onto the silicone, your slick coating the shaft along with his fingers. “such a pretty pussy for such a mean girl.”
“s-shut up!” he sees you clench, feels the resistance when he goes to push the silicone cock back into you, and he practically salivates as he watches a fresh wave of slick ooze down the shaft.
“see? so mean to me… i shouldn’t play with your pussy at all.” he slips the dildo out of you, jaw going slack as he watches your hole clench around nothing, your desperate protests and pleas falling on death ears. there’s a string of your arousal dripping down between your trembling thighs, and yuji swipes it up with his finger before pushing it into his mouth, lashes fluttering as he groans around the digit.
“please, yuji, m’sorry! i-i’ll be nice, i promise!” you plead and cry, and yuji knows you’re only thinking with your pussy right now, that overwhelming urge to come clouding your mind. you’ll be fussing at him by the end of the night if he gives in, he’s sure of it, but he’s not a mean man. how’s he supposed to tell you no when you beg for him like that? when your pussy weeps for him like this?
he can’t.
it only takes a second for him to free his own cock from his pants, replacing the dildo with the real thing, and he moans loud and guttural when he slips inside, your hot cunt wrapping around him like a vice. “fuck, baby.” his pelvis grinds into the fat of your ass, his hands pinning yours against the wall above your head as he thrusts in and out of you. “you feel so good.”
“yuji,” you keen, and he knows you and your body well enough to know that you’re milliseconds away from coming.
“you gonna come?” he breathes in your ear, low and raspy, and you weakly nod, his name leaving your lips like a chant, and the muscles in his thighs and calves flex as he bends at the knee to fuck you at a slightly different angle, tip of his cock pushing into that spot that always leaves you a babbling, sniffling mess. “go ahead and come, baby. make a mess.”
that’s all the encouragement you need before you’re creaming around his cock, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as declarations of love tumble free from your lips, and he wonders how long it’ll take for you to change your tune this time.
#yuji x reader#jjk smut#++ yuji#IM ILL#MY BFFFF#i have 10 million thoughts about him and will probs only write like 7 at most v.v#++ yuji/brat
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"toru", you whisper in a slight panic, reaching out in an attempt to find your snowy haired boyfriend in the dark. you glance at the alarm clock which reads 6:32 in blaring red lights.
"toru," you say again, this time more urgently. your hands working to untangle the sheets around the both of you and shake him awake. your palms press against his cool skin as you give him a gentle push before violently shaking him.
"what the f- baby? whats goin' on?" he groans tiredly as he's jolted from his sleep. you take about half a second to swoon over his groggy, sleepy voice before another crash sounds from downstairs and you jump slightly, clinging to satoru.
"did you hear that?!"
he furrows his brows slightly and nods, smoothly unwrapping you from him and standing up.
"i'll go see what it is."
you nod and stand up as well.
"i'll come too."
"what? no- there could be a serial killer or something."
"whats a serial killer gonna do against you?"
"thats not the point-"
CRASH!
the both of you jump and grab the other one. carefully, satoru leads you both out and into the hallway. all is silent before a quiet gasp is heard followed by a hush and muted giggling.
you and satoru exchange a glance before creeping down the stairs and peering into the kitchen.
"megumi, you gotta be quiet," tsumiki whispers, "we'll wake gojo and y/n up!"
"you're the one who keeps dropping stuff!" megumi insists, a small pout on the little boy's face. he stands on his tip toes, peering over the top of the stove into the pan of... something.
you cock your head and try not to gag as the smell of whatever's in the pan hits you.
"do you think they'll like their breakfast in bed?" tsumiki asks with an excited smile on her face. her brother just shrugs and adds way too much salt to their concoction.
your boyfriend turns to you with a panicked expression and mouths 'breakfast?!' you elbow him softly and motion your head towards the stairs. you both creep back up to your bedroom with a soft sigh.
"i am not eating whatever the hell was on that stove."
you fix him with an icy glare.
"satoru gojo you will eat what those children have made for us and you will like it."
true to your word, an hour later when tsumiki proudly presented a tray of... breakfast , if you could call it that, with a sullen megumi in tow you both acted pleasantly surprised and choked down the food gratefully.
#i didnt know how to end this im ngl#satoru x reader#satoru x you#satoru x y/n#satoru fluff#gojo#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo fluff#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk fluff
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megumi's teacher — gojo satoru x reader
tags/warnings: fluff. fem!reader. gojo beefing with an eight year old. 700 words.
ever since megumi started the second grade, it's been (l/n)-sensei this. (l/n)-sensei that.
gojo picks up megumi's favorite ice cream, only to be scolded by the young boy. "(l/n)-sensei's favorite flavor is strawberry, so that's my favorite now!"
gojo tries to help him with his math homework, and it's "(l/n)-sensei did it this way. that means you should too!"
gojo reaches down to tie megumi's shoes for him, before his hand is promptly smacked away. "(l/n)-sensei said big boys tie their own shoes!"
honestly, gojo is starting to feel a little jealous. megumi's known you for what? two months?
he's been raising megumi for the past few years, but does that earn him an ounce of the adoration the young boy seems to have for you?
apparently not, though he perseveres nonetheless.
he and megumi are spending the afternoon out in the city and they stop at a small bakery for lunch.
while megumi is distracted looking at all the sweets behind the glass counter, the bell on the door draws gojo's attention.
his eyes fall upon a pretty young woman. actually, you might just be the prettiest woman he's ever seen.
and of course, a smirk forms on his lips when he catches you looking his way. he's puffing out his chest, running a hand through his hair.
he's always had a certain effect on the ladies, and he's never been more happy about that until this very moment—
"megumi?" you call from a few feet away. the wide smile adorning your face makes you look even more radiant.
while gojo visibly deflates, megumi's head whips around at the speed of light. "(l/n)-sensei!"
oh.
gojo very quickly comes to understand why the boy is so enamored by you.
megumi launches himself at you, while you crouch to meet him with open arms.
"i'm so happy to see you!" he practically sings, clinging to your neck.
you chuckle at his enthusiasm. "i'm happy to see you too, 'gumi."
gojo clears his throat, hoping that megumi will take the chance to introduce you two, but he is completely ignored.
"what are you going to get? i'll buy it for you," he states proudly, despite having zero money of his own.
your gaze shifts to gojo for the first time, and having your attention even just for a brief moment takes his breath away.
"that's very sweet megumi, but that's alright." you ruffle his hair when he pouts at your words, standing back up. "who's this?"
"oh that's just gojo. don't worry about him," he states with a wave of his hand.
the white haired man gawks at him in response. the nerve on that kid! he silently decides megumi will be losing dessert privileges for a week. no, two.
you stifle a giggle before offering your hand to him and introducing yourself as megumi's teacher.
he repeats your name, taking satisfaction in the way it sounds rolling off his tongue.
"that's a pretty name," he compliments, trying to recover from megumi's dismissal. "heard a lot about you. in fact, the kid never shuts up about you."
this earns him a glare from megumi, but gojo is too preoccupied with the shy look that crosses your features to notice.
gojo insists on paying for your order, a show of appreciation for taking such good care of megumi in class. you chat with the pair of them for a little while longer before eventually excusing yourself.
"thank you again, gojo-san. i'll see you on monday, megumi!"
just as you're turning on your heel, gojo calls your name and you look back at him expectantly.
"when, uh," he struggles, scratching the back of his neck. "when do i get to see you?"
nice.
"oh! well, parent-teacher conferences are only a few weeks away! i'll look forward to seeing you then," you answer sweetly, misunderstanding the meaning behind his words.
you bid them goodbye once more and they both watch your figure disappear down the street.
megumi turns to look at gojo smugly. "weeks? that sounds like a really long time—"
"shut it, kid."
#m!writes#im trying to get better at writing shorter fics#so bare w me#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#gojo#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru fluff#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jjk imagines#gojo imagines#gojo satoru imagines
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NANAMI is 100% a spanker.
He loves your ass. He could just stare at you for hours on end, no matter what you’re wearing at the time. Be it a pencil skirt, yoga pants, sport shorts or a dress. He could just stand there and watch you move, glutes moving up and down, hips swaying. It makes him swoon.
And while he could stand and stare, he’d much rather feel it up against his palm. He’d slap your buttocks once he walks past you, soft and teasing. Depending on your response the situation elevates.
More times than not you find yourself sprawled out on his lap, his hands colliding with the skin multiple times over until he can feel it get warmer. His ears are immune to your cries,gasping at the force that comes with the loud clapping. Sometimes he’d stop to tease your clit gently, fingertips rubbing the bundle of nerves to hear a soft moan from you or have you tighten your shaking thighs over his palm. But it’s not too long before his hand is swinging in the air and against your reddened ass.
At some other occasions, he finds himself subconsciously feeling your ass in the morning. His large hands explore the soft flesh, squishing it tightly in his palm and giving it light slaps every so often.
GOJO, on the other hand, is a hair puller.
Honestly, there is no specific reason that he likes to pull your hair so much. Mostly he just likes the feeling of your hair filling into his fist, no matter the length of it, locks running between his fingers. It's an oddly satisfying to him .
He’s very random with it, too. Satoru would approach you while doing the dishes, one second his arms are wrapped lovingly around your waist, and the next his hand fists as much as it can of your hair and tugs at it
“A-a- ah- Satoru– let go, seriously,” You’d grumble, face scrunched at the suddenness of it.
“Mm, Gotta ask nicely, baby,” his hand continues to grab your hair tightly. Judging by the amused smirk on his face, he’s just messing around. Must get a kick out of it.
It’s another reason he loves seeing you on your knees before him. Your mouth consumes so much of his length, hands pumping whatever your mouth couldn’t fit in. All Satoru has to do is sit back, feel good, and pull at your hair. It’s easy control. And Satoru loves this control, as if steering your head however he likes. Not that your skilled mouth needs direction.
#guys im so sorry for the inactivity#i was supposed to come back from hiatus but#math#ugh#found out i have to study 3 extra subjects before march 15#ANYWAY#have this for now#syd.writes#syd.nsf#syd.txt#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo#satoru x reader#satoru smut#nanami#nanami kento#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader smut#nanami smut#nanami x reader smut#nanami x reader
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!! female reader; dirty talking; breeding kink; slight overstim play; unrealistic sex x’>
thinking about how simon’s the type to keep saying filth to you when he’s balls deep. how, in the throes of his pleasure, so pussy-drunk, simon begins to wax poetry about the way you make him feel.
he’s got you folded in a mating press, his lips ghosting wet kisses along your trembling legs. “god, baby,” simon murmurs, his voice a drunken slur. “i need t’wife you up, i swear.” he punctuates this with a thrust, before his fingers pinch your clit.
you choke at the feeling, your legs kicking from where they’re slung over simon’s shoulders. your head thrashes against the pillow, not knowing how else to tether yourself from the stinging pleasure, your mouth falling open uselessly as garbled moans spill out.
“oh this,” he says, distracted by your reaction. “cute little thing, isn’t it?” he looks at your pussy almost with a starry-eyed gaze.
jesus-
“shu-ut up, si!” your voice breaks, weakened from the moans, but simon’s already looking too far gone, his eyes blown wide and his face flushed because of his pleasure.
“y’just squeezed me tighter, baby.” simon rips his eyes from your cunt to look at you with a sort of giddy trance. “y’like it when i play with–” he circles his thumb on your clit, making you squeal. “this? yeah? oh, lovie, you’re gushing.”
he pulls out, torturously slow, teasing, then he’s slamming back in. your ears ring at the resounding wet slide, his pelvis meeting your own with a goddamn squelch, and you scream, clawing at his back at the sharp pleasure that razes through you.
“going t’stuff you w’my cum everyday, baby.” simon giggles. “going t’make you so full.”
he nuzzles his nose on the side of your tear-soaked cheek. “y’want that, yeah? want t’feel sore because of how much cum’s stored in you? want t’be fucked until it takes?”
what-
“si! si!” you cry, mushy mind trying to understand what he’s insinuating. “wha- wh-…?”
“oh but you’d be so gorgeous, baby,” simon groans, his hand leaving your oversensitive clit to hike up along your body, dancing past your groin to plant just below your belly button. simon nuzzles close again, tracing the shell of your ear with his lips, then, “you’d be so pretty carrying my kids.”
those words make your body lock up, something in your mind just shifting right, and then you’re cumming, squirting all over simon’s cock and spraying on his legs.
simon outright moans, pulling back just enough to slot his lips against yours. you couldn’t even kiss him back, still so busy cumming, all cross-eyed at the intensity of your orgasm. it doesn’t matter to him, anyway, not when simon begins pistoning harder. faster. rougher.
every drag of his cock back in your pussy pushes more gushing squirt from you, and simon rumbles with a pleased groan, looking so blissed out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. you dig your nails at his back but simon doesn’t even register the prickling pain, too busy chasing his own orgasm through your cunt.
“s’right,” he coos. “nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. nothin’ else but y’r pretty pussy. y’r tight pussy. god, it’s such a delicious pussy, baby, how am i so lucky to have you, huh?” his words mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of his body slamming against your own. it makes you dizzy with pleasure, ragged rasps of breath is all that is passing through your parted lips.
simon croons. “how’d i chance luck and end up w’such a delight?” another wet sound from your pussy rings amidst his words. “mmm, hear that baby?”
you nod, you think. or you moan a reply. honestly, you don’t even know, not with how dizzy you are at the peaking pleasure because there’s no way you’re cumming again–
“that’s the sounds that a happy wife makes,” simon purrs, replying to his own question, and the weight of his words washes over you like the pleasure that’s racing across your synapses. “that’s the sound that someone makes when they want to be bred.”
“simo-nnnnn!” you scream, the sound guttural and ragged, and your eyes can no longer see anything, and your ears are ringing, and- and–
simon laughs, the sound curling into something so, so fond. “y’r so pretty when y’cum, baby.” he kisses your wet cheek. “one more? f’r me?”
fuck-
#suns#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon riley#simon riley smut#female reader#IM CRYING BETWEEN MY LEGS WHEW
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[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]
(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))
Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.
Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3
Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)
Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!
Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.
Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.
Price:
Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.
John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.
John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.
John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.
A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.
If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.
He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.
The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.
The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"
Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)
He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.
Ghost:
Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.
Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.
Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.
However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.
Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).
He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."
Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.
He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.
I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.
On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.
Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans
This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.
Soap:
Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.
Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)
Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.
Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).
I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-
Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.
You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.
Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.
He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.
Gaz:
Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.
His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.
The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.
"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"
When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.
I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.
He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.
He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.
Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.
He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.
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I have an image of this man, leave me alone I sWEAR TO GOD-
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Geto does this thing with his nose.
It’s something you noticed not too long ago, something he does when he’s lost in thought, deep in his memories and trying to sort out the pieces of puzzles in his head.
His nose, the perfect nose on that perfect face-
Scrunches up.
It wrinkles under the thoughts moving around his head, twitching side to side with with monotone “uhhhhh…” when you ask him spontaneous questions.
It writhes when he tries to choose his words carefully, usually when they’re ones of scolding, and it almost takes your focus from the topic at hand to how absolutely precious the sight is.
And yeah, it wrinkles under the force of laughter that he lets out, when he’s deep in joy and his smile is too big to contain, but that’s a corner of love that’s reserved for his hidden dimples. His crinkled little nose is far easier to activate.
Even right now, as you ask him what dinners he has planned the rest of the week, you’re barely able to keep track of anything he’s listing off because that pretty little nose scrunches between the days of the week.
“I guess I got the hamster wheel going?” You tease, chin resting dreamily on the palm of your hand. He cocks a brow, his lip twitching slightly in annoyance.
Along with his nose, of course.
“What did you call me?”
“I didn’t call you anything,” you snicker. “In your head. You’re deep in thought.”
“…. What?”
You roll your eyes, but the smile stays all the same, “nothing, babe. I just like your thinking face.”
“You should like all of my faces,” he says, wrinkling his nose as if wanting to say more, but fighting it back.
You smirk. Then, you lean up to gently grip his chin and kiss the tip of that wriggling nose.
“You’ve got no idea, Suguru.”
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