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venusrising91 · 4 months

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Noise Complaint

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers/hate to love (no plot just vibezzzz)

Summary: Your new nextdoor neighbor, Wonho (Lee-ho) is a loud, inconsiderate gym rat. He keeps you up all hours of the night with his seedy escapades and you're sick of it.

Word count: 2,014 (2 pages)

T/W: aggression, physical violence

It was 4am and you had work at 8, yet rest was as far from your reach as the sun would be once it rose.

Short hours.

You had short hours to get some much needed sleep. But no matter how hard you’d tried, you hadn’t been able to reach the REM state and it was all thanks to your obnoxious, ridiculously muscular neighbor, Lee-ho.

For the third time this week, giggling voices and blaring music, followed by high-pitched moans had kept you wide awake. Usually, after one or two rounds with whatever girl he’d picked up scouring city night clubs, the mewls and slaps and yes daddys would subside, and you could finally drift. But tonight, he seemed to have endless energy. You heard his date come four times. Back to back.

It was almost 6:30 by the time they wore themselves out.

You’d barely slept. At the office, you struggled to keep your eyes open, staring through slits at the charts on your computer. The project manager noticed you nodding and called you into her office after the meeting. As head graphic designer, you were expected to oversee and execute this assignment—because securing this client would ensure you a raise next quarter, but the arrival of your new neighbor had thrown a wrench in your performance.

She threatened to take you off the project and her disappointment was all you could think about on your commute back home.

In the apartment lobby, you pressed the button on the elevator console so hard it nearly jammed.

“Sup bruh.” You whipped your head around and there was Lee-ho, all 6 feet of him, donned in gym wear and sipping on some colorful drink. You clenched your teeth.

“Hey,” you mumbled back with listless regard.

The elevator doors opened and Lee-ho walked gingerly ahead of you. Before he could step inside however, his cell slipped from his pocket. As he bent you couldn’t help but notice his butt: firm, round, muscled. You tore your eyes away and carded your hair. Inside, the music was soft and unobtrusive. The exact opposite of Lee-ho.

“How you feeling?” he asked, plunging his hands into his pockets.

“Tired.”

He snorted. “Oh yeah, me too.”

“I’m sure you are.” You glared at him, slightly envious of the angle of his jaw, of how much sharper it was than yours. And envious also of the broad span of his chest, his neat features, his lips, his hair. He was by all accounts, an objectively better looking man than you and this only added to your irritation.

“What d’you mean by that?” asked Lee-ho, quirking his brow. He must have sensed your frustration because now he was folding his arms, closing up. You didn’t care.

“You know the walls that separate us are paper thin, right?”

“Yeah, and?”

The doors slid open on your floor. “I can hear everything. All the time.” You stepped out before him, stalking down the hallway.

“My bad, dude. I’ll keep it down,” he shouted after you. There was a smug air about his tone and you ignored him as you shoved your key into the lock. It was only 7pm but you were exhausted. After a quick dinner of leftover pasta, and an even quicker shower, you went to bed, desperate to get back the hours you’d lost. You drifted in minutes, sleeping soundly, until loud music and moans yanked you from your dreams at 2am.

You leapt from the bed, pulling on a robe, not bothering to tie it. It took less than two minutes for you to reach Lee-ho’s door. You pounded on it furiously, on and on, until he swung it open. For a moment, each of you stood silently observing one another. He was fully nude, sweating and cupping his genitals as his eyes swept over you. They lingered on your chest, you noted, then trailed up to meet your gaze. Despite your robe, you felt suddenly bare, and exposed. Quickly you tied it, covering yourself from him.

“What the fuck, dude?” said Lee-ho.

“Keep it down.”

“Yeah and what if I don’t?”

“I’ll write a formal complaint. You're violating code of conduct with this shit. Some of us have actual jobs, you know?”

“I have a job.”

“Gym bro influencer and fuckboy does not an occupation make.” This was rude, and uncalled for. But you were sleep deprived. Lee-ho's shoulders slumped down a measure—he appeared somewhat diminished in the face of the insult and you almost felt bad for him. Your eyes fell on his abs however, and then, without meaning to, dipped even lower, catching a glimpse of what was too large to be completely covered by his palm. Even his cock was better than yours—he didn’t need your pity. Without waiting for a retort, you turned and stormed down the hall.

Back in your bedroom, the beginnings of an erection tugged at the tender flesh between your legs. And by the time you lay back in bed, you were rock-hard, and aching.

In the morning you shaved and contemplated calling out, but you really couldn’t afford to. At work, you tried to concentrate but all you could think of was Lee-ho, of his throbbing head, peeking up from behind his hand in the middle of the doorway. You didn’t like men. At least you thought you didn’t. You’d had a few girlfriends in the past and once or twice thought about experimenting with a guy back in college but no one ever drew you in. No one ever attracted you the way—

Enough, you weren’t doing this. What were you thinking? You weren’t into dudes and especially not ones you despised as much as Lee-ho. He probably never had to work for anything a day in his life. Just had to show up and collect everyone's praise and adulation.

Prick.

Back at the apartment, you took the stairs to avoid crossing paths with him. Thankfully it was Friday, and you could catch up on your shows without feeling guilty for missing the sleep that was so hard to come by lately.

After dinner and a shower, you binged a season of a new show on Netflix, and dozed off halfway through. But a short while later, a sharp knock on the door jolted you awake.

You shuffled to it, half-dazed. Waiting on the other side was Lee-ho, glaring a hole through your forehead.

“You know, you’re a real asshole?” he declared.

“Could say the same about you.”

“What you said the other night—you don’t talk to people like that. I want an apology.”

You scoffed and made to shut the door. But he stopped it, forcing it open. “Get off the door and fuck off,” you clipped.

“Or what?”

Impulse and anger drove you to shove him, which was stupid. His arms alone were twice the size of yours. He shoved you back and you stumbled into your apartment. Lee-ho stepped over the threshold, letting the door slam behind him. Then his hands were on you again, crashing into your chest. It knocked the air from your lungs. Enraged, you swung and missed. He caught it and wrapped his hand around your throat, pinning you against a wall. His face was inches from yours as he strangled you, but slowly, his grip loosened. Each of you were panting. He smelled expensive, like Tom Ford—the scent filled you, clouded your head and senses. His breath on you was warm, his lips resting short inches from yours. He brought them even closer, until the tips of your noses were grazing.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“I—I’m not—I’m straight but…your…” he trailed off, hand sliding across your chest.

“You wanna fuck me, that it?” Neither of you said a word, only stood there, gazing, panting. Then your hand traveled down, until it landed on his crotch. You palmed his cock, and found it was already hard for you. After the other night, you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Once it was in your mouth, he made the most helpless sounds, cupping your head and guiding you as you swallowed it again and again.

“Fuck, your throat feels s-so good,” mewled Lee-ho. You fought against your gag reflex, getting harder each time he shoved it in, down to the hilt. Your eyes watered. You never thought the taste of cock could turn you on this much. Women were lovely and all but this was something else entirely. It was like satisfying some primal urge you never knew existed until now. You squeezed his balls gently, sucking him all the while. He came in minutes and stood over you shivering as the orgasm rippled through him.

You rose, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Lee-ho dropped to his knees, pulling down your boxers. He took you in his mouth and it felt like the world stopped spinning. His tongue swirled around the tip, one hand cradling your heavy balls, the other gripping your ass, a finger seeking the rosebud. He tried to slip it in but you panicked, bucking away like a spooked horse.

“I thought you said you were straight?” you whispered.

He popped your cock from his warm mouth. You twitched as he smirked up at you. “Chicks like it sometimes. I figured you might wanna give it a try. Feels tight though, got any lube?”

You hesitated, wondering what it would be like to have his finger circling inside you. There was nothing but heat and silence as you stared down at him. “In the bedroom,” you said, breathlessly.

As you lay on your back watching his chiseled body shift in the dim light, he slathered the lube you kept in your bedside drawer onto his middle finger. Then he drizzled some over your erection, spreading it with long strokes.

“Fuuuuuck,” you whined, arching at the pleasure, at the way he gripped you.

“You like that?” With this, he slid a finger inside you, taking it slow. The pressure had you arching even more. Once he eased you past the initial pain, all you could do was moan and claw and look down at your rock-hard cock as he pumped you in two places, at different paces. In the front he squeezed tight, giving you fast, steady strokes, but in that pulsing spot between your cheeks he worked you soft and deep, taking his time as his finger explored your depths. The pressure was glorious, and you felt your entrance contracting around him. “You’re dripping for me,” he cooed. You looked down at yourself as he gripped the base, a long rope dangling from the tip onto your stomach. He licked it, dragging the pad of his tongue along your abs, then swallowed you whole. After a few hard sucks he pulled back, finger still buried in you, coaxing out spasms you couldn't control. Fuck he was so attractive, you never thought a man could make you feel this good.

The next moment, you were shooting ropes in the air, convulsing under him and fisting the sheets as he drained you. He let you pant there, chest heaving, before taking your length back into his mouth. He sucked and finger-fucked you through your sensitivity, ignoring your loud moans and cries. You asked him to stop but you didn’t mean it. You wanted more and he gave it to you. All night. After your third orgasm you could barely stay conscious.

Lee-ho crept beside you, watching as you shivered your way through the leavings of your latest high.

“I’m s-sorry,” you muttered between waves of it, “about the other day. You’re right, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.”

He chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll be quiet from now on, promise.”

You couldn’t quite keep your eyes open, and drifted then, still tingling from what he'd done to you. Your rest went uninterrupted for the first time in weeks. But when you woke, Lee-ho was gone.

From then on, the noise had stopped, just like he'd promised. But a few times a week, just before bed, there came a knock at your door, and a smirking, half-naked Lee-ho waiting on the other side of it.

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writerpetals · 7 months

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view from 4-B: ride | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; exhibitionism, voyeurism, pillow humping, breath play

part of the view from 4-b au | i honestly can't remember what i called all this drabbles years go when i wrote them for this au LOL so if the names are different i just came up with it... but i hope to post all parts soon and get the halloween drabble posted before the 31st hehe

You teasing him didn’t stop after the night you shared together. In fact, it only encouraged you to continue your game of performing sinful acts with your curtains wide open, displaying your body to him to have him aching in his jeans. Except now, he’s more than aware of the temptation and he knows just how much you enjoy him watching you.

You know he enjoys it, too, even if it is beyond frustrating and each time he wants to rush to your apartment to give you exactly what you ask for. Each time you strip for him before your showers makes him need you more, and each time you get yourself off in front of the window makes him bite his lip so hard he develops a bruise.

Yet, the end is always worth it. The teasing. The getting him riled up to take it out on you. Like now, with a pillow between your legs as you grind your slit against the soft fabric. Your eyes are shut, but you know he’s watching. After having just gotten done with his nightly workout, his eyes always look for you in the apartment across from his as an invitation to release the stresses that pile up each day.

He doesn’t even need to knock five minutes later. He knows where you hide the key and he’s comfortable enough to barge in while you wait on him. A small smirk forms on your lips as he stomps through your apartment over to you, grabbing you by the hips and without warning, crashing his lips into yours.

The curtains remain open for anyone to see. Neither of you care by now and you will let anyone that wants to watch see him push you against the bed as a wicked smile creeps over his face.

“I’ve been needing you so much today, baby.” He never fails in his sweet talk, even if the words drip with sin due to the lust that consumes him. He towers over your naked body, and you invite him in by parting your thighs. “But you know, there’s one thing I have been needing the most, lately.”

“What’s that?” you question in a breathy release, feeling his hands travel up your body to cup your breasts.

“You never did ride me like I wanted you to.”

Your plan of teasing him with a pillow between your legs seemed to work. You thought he had forgotten what started the whole thing, as well as his wish of wanting to feel your body against his as you grind against him.

“What do you say, baby?”

A shiver courses down your spine at the way his eyes darken a moment before he lifts his thin, white tank above his head. A second later his gray sweats follow to pool around his ankles, leaving you with the perfect view of his cock straining against his briefs and God, he’s so hard and ready for you, you think you’re going to combust.

He doesn’t give you much time to reply, instantly meeting your lips with his own as his fingers toy with your hardened nipples. You moan against his mouth and push your hips toward him when he finds himself between your thighs. You feel just how erect he is pushing against your slit, arousal coating the fabric of his boxers and he groans against your neck as his kisses lower.

You’re already beyond worked up and frustrated, and you don’t think twice about pushing against his shoulders until he falls on the bed next to you. Without hesitation, you place a knee on either side to straddle him, and he’s quick to push his boxers lower as his cock springs free. You’re dripping with anticipation while feeling the tip caress your slit, juices coating his flesh to give him a small preview of how ready you are for him thanks to teasing him beforehand.

“C’mon, baby,” he encourages, hands on your hips, “sink down onto my cock and ride me.”

An invitation has never sounded so sinful, doing exactly that as he grips himself with one hand and the head of his cock presses to your dripping entrance. A moment later you’re easing yourself down onto him, allowing him to fill you up as his cock sinks deep into your clenched walls.

“Fuck,” you whimper, allowing yourself a moment to adjust to his size before beginning to rock your hips against him, just like he’s watched you so many nights do to your own pillow.

His grip on your hips tightens, head falling back against your bed and your hands press to his stomach to balance yourself. You feel the way his muscles tighten beneath your fingertips, even more so when you squeeze yourself around him while your hips rise and he eases out of you. Then you lower yourself onto him again, loving the way he groans your name so deeply you feel it in the pit of your stomach.

You’re confident until the moment his hand rises, fingertips skimming over your chest until he forms a grip around your throat. You nearly gasp, but his fingers press to the sides of your neck, sending a wave of electricity through you as he takes control of your body.

“Faster, baby,” he encourages in a raspy, needy voice, and squeezes a bit tighter, giving you a few pumps of his hips below that nearly have you stalling. Your breasts bounce and your nails leave marks against his skin as you comply, riding him harder, faster, getting lost in the moment and lost in him as he controls you with a simple grip around your throat.

Outside, anyone in the apartment building across from yours can see if they wish. See your hips rolling against him. See him holding onto you, guiding you. See his fingers around your neck. See your faces twisting in pleasure, but only he can hear how you whimper his name and how your breaths become so uneven and deep.

By the time your head falls back and your jaw slacks, he is thrusting from between your thighs after dropping his hand from your throat. His cock enters you deep, deeper than you can handle and you’re trembling on top of him in no time. He’s ruthless in the way he pumps into you from below, noticing your hips slowing and you can barely keep up, but he loves watching you struggle to keep control.

Before you know it, your body is doubled over and his arms are wrapped around your back. He holds you close with your face in the crook of his neck as he fucks you from below. You quiver and cry out his name, becoming too overwhelmed and the only thing you can hear is him telling you how good you feel wrapped around him.

“Come for me, baby,” he groans against your ear, before his teeth tug at your lobe and you whimper his name in return. “I know you’re getting close. I can feel you getting tighter around my cock.”

The warmth is bubbling between your legs, and the words he speaks offer no help to your sanity. His deep, raspy voice in your ear as he instructs you fuels the fire lighting inside of you and it doesn’t take much more before you’re overwhelmed with bliss. His thrusts quicken, becoming wild and without mercy as you reach your peak. His cock slams into from between your thighs and your voice goes completely broken while moaning his name. Nails dig into his skin as you try to hold onto a portion of reality but the pleasure that takes hold of you has you seeing stars as you tremble in his arms.

His thrust slow, loving how you become that much wetter after coming, dripping over his cock and he groans as he pushes himself back into you. He loves feeling the way your walls contract around him in post-bliss and the warmth that surrounds him in every thrust. You try to gain your strength and your breath, and he isn’t shy about peppering your face with kisses until you do so.

Finally, you manage to push yourself off of him, hands pressing to his chest as your hips begin moving once again. He is beyond ready for release and you plan to give it to him as you grind your body against his. His eyes shut tight and his lips part, allowing you to hear the soft noises he releases. Until your pace picks up, and his breaths grow rapid and sharp once he feels you begin to ride him just how he imagined after watching you so many nights.

He grips you tighter, fingers pressing to your hips and it encourages you to keep going. The way he bites his lip lets you know he’s growing close, and the noises he makes sends a surge of warmth through your body. He’s so close as you rock your hips against him, so ready for release you can feel him pulsing inside of you, and before he can react, you’re easing yourself off of him to grip his cock in your palm.

He releases a deep, drawn out groan as the strings of white coat your fingers, painting his stomach of little drops of cum as you work him in your fist. He curses and groans and you don’t stop until he hisses in overwhelming pleasure. When you release him, his eyes flutter open long enough to see your hand rising to your lips and your tongue lick every drop of his release from your flesh. He exhales deeply at the sight, before a smirk grows on his face and he groans in satisfaction.

The two of you get cleaned up together and then dressed before your curtains are finally drawn. He kisses your lips after slipping his tank-top over his head and you tie the knot around your robe as you lead him to the door. Another kiss against your lips says goodnight, and a bite of your lip lets him know you’re already thinking of the next time he will be barging in after you invite him with a simple show behind open curtains.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 11 months

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shownuxhyungwon · 15 days

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Jooheon’s 240419 Talk Tok Update: 사랑해 몬베베💚🫡🫡

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honeyimissjoo · 5 months

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thank you stylist

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doawks · 9 months

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i. melt into you, im changkyun.

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

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

not proof read.

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

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

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

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

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

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

you pout slightly, “i am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

god, how stupid you feel right now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#♥ ━ CHANGKYUN!#im changkyun #im changkyun smut #changkyun x you #changkyun smut #changkyun x reader #monsta x smut #IT IS 6 IN THE MORNING !!!!#lawd.#anyway...#changkyun brainrot <33 #kpop smut #i.m changkyun #i.m smut

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fllowered · 11 months

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changkyun for cosmopolitan korea, june 2023.

#monstaxedits #monsta x #changkyun #i.m #im changkyun #**gif #if you read my tags... hi ! it's been a while #logging in to post my changkyun gifs #hope u like them <3 #take care today ! :)

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sturnwritess · 2 months

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cause real!>!>!>!>!>!

do you guys ever just scroll through tumblr and see other people's work and it affects you hard, then you realize your writing is booty shit ball sack condom used bologna shit stain cream pie doodo peepee cum wet rag stuffed in a dogs shit pile being ate by ants while watching it expire and taking another piss on it while taking a shit as you see it mold type of work compared to theirs!!

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spacequokka · 1 year

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About Time

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader Genre: Angst, Smut Rating: M Summary: You broke the number rule of fuck buddies and ghosted him. You think you don’t have to answer for that? Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: mentions of drinking, fingering, public unprotected vaginal sex, hair pulling, biting, creampie

Arrow: Gold > Friends (with benefits!) to Lovers AU

Thanks to everyone in @kvanity-main who patiently put up with my 99 questions and requests. Extra thanks to @jinsquishes for the beautiful banner. I recommend nvrmnd, Die for You, God Damn, and Horizon for this. Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies!

One would assume a dark, crowded club would be the best place to avoid someone you’re ghosting. How could you ever hope to find anyone through all the bodies and smoke? Now add the fact that the person you’re avoiding hates places like this, and it should be perfect. Right?

Wrong.

Because across the fucking room with a red solo cup in one hand and a vape in the other was none other than the last person you planned to see tonight. You fully expected to see the Easter Bunny before Changkyun’s molten stare. A sharp elbow to your side yanked you out of the mental sinkhole you fell into the second your eyes met his.

“What the fuck are you staring at—” Vita followed your line of sight and gasped dramatically. “Ain’t no way. I thought he hated clubs. What the fuck is he doing here?”

You sputtered something that could’ve been a response in baby talk, mind thoroughly fucked as you scrambled to get your shit together. Quickly tossing back the rest of your drink, you looked around, frantically searching for the nearest exit. You’d even jump out of a third-story window at this moment.

“I’ve gotta get the fuck out of here.” You threw your cup away. “I can’t be here.”

“Wait, what?” She pulled on your arm. “No! Don’t leave me! You swore you’d hang out with me tonight.”

“Well, that was before Korean John Wick popped up looking like he’s gonna take me out with a pencil.” You looked at her, eyes pleading for understanding. “What if he comes over? He’s gonna ask why I’m not answering his calls and texts. What the fuck am I gonna say to him?”

Her grip tightened. “Be honest with him! Just flat out say you caught feelings and the situation doesn’t vibe for you anymore. I’m pretty sure he’d appreciate you being upfront with him instead of pulling this hide-and-go-seek shit.”

“Oh, fuck you, smart ass. You dodged Taehyung for weeks before you nutted up and told him the truth.”

Shock flashed in her eyes before she let go. “Wow. Digging deep in the past, ain’t you? At least I fucking told him.”

“Right.” You looked back at Changkyun. The cup and vape were gone, but his eyes were still on you as he watched with curiosity. “So I have at least another week or two before you can talk shit. God, he looks like he’s gonna come over. If he does…”

“Jesus, _____, just spit the words out and be done with it.” She crossed her arms. “It’s better than dragging this out any longer. Trust me. What’s he gonna do? Dump you? You’re not dating. At the most, he’ll agree it won’t work and walk away. He isn’t the type to make a scene.”

As if to piss on her logic, Changkyun pushed away from the wall and headed in your direction, snaking through people without taking his eyes off you. Pure fear made your heart stutter as you grabbed her shoulders.

“Yeah, right. Tell him that, will you? I’m getting the fuck out of here.” You darted to the side. Stupid fucking heels and stupid fucking drinks made it hard to coordinate your limbs in a way that put as much space between you and the quiet storm behind you as fast as you could. Sure, it was a cowardly thing to do, but you weren’t in any shape to have a decent conversation with him. An honest one. One that formally put an end to the nights that bled into mornings where he’d cuddle you as the sun rose. To the moments you cherished while confusing you.

Not yet. You needed more time. Just a little more time.

Your eyes stung as you pushed your way through to the nearest glowing green ceiling sign. You just wanted out, away. Anything but face the truth, the inevitable hurt. The chilly night air was refreshing on your heated face when you stepped out the door. The panic softened just enough for your head to clear. Okay, you were in an alley. You just needed to figure out which way the street was so you could get a Lyft and—

The door opened behind you. Panic shot through you like shards of ice as you looked over your shoulder in horror and watched Changkyun step out. Time crawled to a stop as he adjusted his black leather jacket, pulling on the collar of his matching silk shirt. “Are you done running from me?”

Your mouth opened and closed as each train of thought derailed before making it to your lips. Running? In which sense? You turned around to face him, intent on saying something but ultimately failing because what the fuck should you say?

The longer he waited for you to speak, the more intense his stare got. “You realize the whole point of being fuck buddies is to actually fuck, right?” He pulled the door shut behind him then put his hands into his pocket, and cocked his head to the side. “And I’m not sure if you noticed, but uh, we haven’t fucked since—what—three weeks ago?”

“Something more like two and a half.” You mumbled.

His eyebrows rose. “Oh, so she does remember how to communicate.” He looked away and nodded, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Since I’m not worth the effort of a call or text, I won’t waste your time. Just tell me why we’re not fucking anymore and I’ll be on my way.” He gestured at you with his hand in his coat pocket. “Go on. Is it someone else?”

There was something in the way his frown and grouchy words didn’t match the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Though it was brief, for a second you saw the Changkyun you wished you could be with all the time. The one who was emotionally available. “N-no. I haven’t…no one but you, Kyun.”

Confusion creased his brow even more. “So, then what is it? I give it to you good, right? I mean, the way you can’t even get out of bed after—”

“It’s not that. I promise.” You bit your lip and looked at your feet. “Please, Kyun. It’s hella stupid. I just…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. He was expecting some grand, logical reason when in reality it was so fucking…simple.

“What is it?” He prodded. His gaze dragged over your body before he looked away and changed his stance. “Jeez, you don’t have to overthink everything. Just spit it out.” He closed his eyes, swallowed, and lowered his voice. “Just say it.”

Maybe it was the sudden softness in his words that made your chest tighter as your throat and eyes burned. Right. Just say it. Let go and move on. You took a deep, shuddering breath. “I-I can’t do this anymore.”

His face tightened for a second as if he’d flinched from pain. For a solid minute, neither of you said a word, listening to the ambiance around you. The cars passing by on the street. The muffled bass of the music inside the club. The hum of electricity from the flickering streetlight nearby. Just when you thought you couldn’t take another moment of silence, he asked, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” You reached out and nearly touched him before thinking better of it. “No. It’s me. My mistake. I—” You swallowed and looked around the dimly lit alley as if the words you needed to say would jump out and save your ass. How could you tell him the truth without ripping your heart out in the process? You hugged yourself and shut your eyes, willing the unshed tears to back the fuck off. You could cry it out later. Not here. Not in front of him. He’d told you plenty of times tears did nothing for him. “Fuck. When we started this, we both agreed to keep it casual. No feelings.”

He inhaled sharply and took a step forward. The crunch of the ground under his shoes made your eyes snap open. A mistake. His eyes widened upon seeing the tears lining yours. “Baby—”

You shook your head and hugged yourself tighter. “A-at first, that worked for me, Kyun. I swear it did. Sex with you is the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced so far in life. You’re amazing, so please don’t question that. But, as we got to know each other more, things got…complicated.”

“Really. Complicated, how?” He took another step closer and you took one back. “What complication justifies shutting me out?”

Your body sagged as your chest tightened to the point of pain. “Please, don’t make me say it.”

“I deserve to know the truth, don’t I? I’ve spent more time in the past six months in bed with you than I have on my own. I got to the point where I’m not used to waking up alone.” He licked his lips and exhaled hard. “Like, I get that fuck buddies aren’t as close as we are. Maybe friends with benefits doesn’t cover it either. Whatever it is, it’s good, right?”

You hated how your heart colored his words with hope and yearning. This wasn’t the same guy who swore to you he couldn’t do relationships. That you’d never catch him doing lovey-dovey couple stuff. That wasn’t him. Commitment wasn’t in his skillset. “For you.” You bit out after a gulp of air. “It’s good for you. I-I can’t separate the physical from the emotional stuff.” You looked at him through tears. “I tried so hard to keep it casual. I reminded myself over and over that you can’t give me lo—more. But you confused me! Insisting I stay each night, waking up with you. Telling me I’m beautiful and insisting we hang out for fun. How was I supposed to keep my heart out of it?”

His expression went blank, completely clueless as he stared at you. “What?”

“God, Kyun. For someone who says otherwise, you do the boyfriend thing really well.” You dried your face by dabbing at it with your coat sleeve. “For a minute, you had me imagining what it’d be like. And once I got to that point, I knew I couldn’t go on with this anymore. It hurts like hell to want someone in a way they’ll never want you.”

Changkyun blinked a few times before understanding dawned on his pretty face. “Oh.” He got a distant look in his eyes, looking down the alley at the street. “So…you caught feelings for me?”

Your arms dropped to your sides. The gut punch wasn’t as painful as you thought it’d be, but it still hurt. “I know I should’ve talked to you. I just…didn’t know what to say or how to say it.”

He bit his bottom lip and nodded then took a step towards you. You automatically took a step back so he took another. And another. And another. Your back collided with the wall of the building behind you and before you knew it, he was pressed against you, chest to chest, and looking into your eyes with an expression you’d never seen on his face before. Worse of all, it made your stomach turn with excitement in a way that only he ever could incite. His fingertips caressed your cheek before they traced down to your neck.

“Say it again,” his voice was low and warm like coffee on your tongue, “tell me what you imagined being with me was like.”

You sucked in cold air noticing how the tip of your nose was getting numb. “I—this isn’t a joke, Kyun!” You pushed at his chest. “I’m being serious—”

His fingers curled around the back of your neck and gently squeezed. “And so am I. I wanna hear it.” He pulled you close until your foreheads touched then gently rubbed his nose against yours. “You made me go weeks without hearing your voice or seeing your face over this. So, give it all to me. Every single thought. Make the pain worth it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. “I told you. It’s dumb. I just pictured stupid couple stuff like taking selfies, holding hands in front of your friends, or cuddling on a rainy day.”

He hummed as his fingertips caught the hem of your skirt. “I admit, that does sound like stupid couple stuff.” You scoffed and tried to pull away, so he quickly followed with, “But I’d do them with you if you really wanted to. At this point, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do with you. For you. To you.”

“What?” You searched his eyes, mind reeling as his words echoed in your head.

“Let me make a little confession of my own.” His free hand gripped your jaw between his thumb and index finger as the other splayed across your thigh. “Since I last saw you, I haven’t been out much. Maybe to the store. At first I thought maybe you were just busy. But then Jooheon would tell me he saw you out with your friend and each time I wondered if it was me. Maybe you were avoiding me.” He pulled your leg up on his hip. “At first, I told myself I didn’t care. That you’d get over whatever the fuck you were going through and come back when you were ready. But you never did.”

You gasped as his hand wandered between your bodies and toyed with the edge of your panties. “Kyun—”

“No, no. Shh. Listen to me. I need you to know how hard it was to stay away and give you space, baby. No one else touches this dick but you.” It was hard to focus on his words when his fingers started to stroke your clit through the sheer fabric. “I don’t even get hard at the thought of fucking anyone but you. That whole time you were gone? It was just me and my hand.” His lips brushed against yours, but he didn’t kiss you and smiled when you started to chase his mouth. “Just like you, hm? What did you use?”

His fingers pushed your panties aside and cupped your pussy, middle finger pressing between your folds. “My toys—oh, god—and fingers.” Your breath hitched as he dipped his finger inside.

He moved his hand from your chin to the wall. “Did they feel good? Better than me?” You shook your head and he bit his lip, rewarding your honesty with the rest of his finger buried to the hilt. “You look so fucking hot right now. This skirt. This top.” He leaned in and nipped at your neck, soothing the skin with a lick as he worked his finger in and out. “I saw you as soon as I walked in. Wanted you right then. Needed you…”

His words were smoke in your head, creating a dense fog of him that made you burn from the inside out. Your hips rolled on his hand, pace increasing when he added another finger. You were vaguely aware of how fucked out and needy you sounded as he pulled moans from you with just his hand. His lips caught yours and ended with a playful bite as he pulled his hand away.

“As needy as the last time we did this, huh?” He groaned in your ear, low and husky as he fumbled with his pants. You couldn’t even respond, too focused on helping him work the belt buckle and zipper. The second his dick was free, he pushed his pants down to his thighs and reached for yours. “Get up here.”

One leg went around his waist, and with a hop, so was the other. You put your arms around his neck. Using the wall for leverage, he gave you sloppy, frantic kisses as he held you up by your thighs, feeling around with the head of his dick for your entrance. You squealed when it pressed into your clit and he chuckled into your mouth as he angled his hips just right and—

“Say it, baby.” He hissed as he pushed in slowly. “Tell me again why you ghosted me.” You tightened your grip, nails digging into the sleeves of your coat, as his dick stretched you with an ache you missed. When it felt like it’d never stop, he was fully seated inside and twitching every time you clenched. “Say it.”

“B-because I fell for you.” You whimpered when he pulled back then snapped his hips once. A warning. “Ah! Fuck, Kyun.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and hid your face. “I love you. I did it because I love you and I thought you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“Fucking finally.” He brushed a kiss to the side of your face and adjusted his grip on your thighs. “About time you came around, baby.” With another snap of his hips, he set a steady pace that he’d occasionally interrupt by grinding his pelvis against your clit, determined to get you both there as quickly as possible. “Need you to cum with me. Missed you so much. I hate waking up without you next to me. Need you th—Ah, fuck. So tight.”

Your fingertips caught the ends of his hair and you pulled on it. In response his strokes grew longer, deeper as he let you drop onto his length with a clap of skin. Every time he moved, sparks danced up your spine and through your limbs. “Oh, fuck!”

“It’s been so long, baby. Just a—just a little longer. I’m almost there.” He nudged your head back and kissed you hard, a clash of lips and tongue as he swallowed your moans while feeding you his own. You were vaguely aware of how the bricks dug into your back and hips, too lost in the pleasure you were drowning in. How had you stayed away from him for so long when he could do shit like this to you? You were crumbling to pieces in his arms, on his dick, and for once it didn’t scare you shitless. You could trust him to put you back together. You held his face and kissed him harder, trying to match his intensity. When he caught your tongue and sucked on it, you fell apart. You came hard, convulsing in his arms as he leaned back and switched to quick strokes, moaning your name as he reached his high. “Oh, shit. Fuck, baby, fuck. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

He leaned against you with a whimper as his body rode the wave, pressing up into you as he stuffed your pussy with cum. Your lips met after a few misses and you laughed through a kiss. The kiss slowly turned to light pecks between shy smiles as he rubbed your thighs. “My back is gonna be so sore in the morning.”

He snorted and kissed you once more before helping you down onto your shaky feet. “That’s not the only thing that’ll be sore. The night is young.”

You playfully swatted his arm as you fixed your panties and skirt. “Ugh. My panties are wet and sticky.”

His arm came around your waist and pulled you against him. “My car’s not that far. We could go back to my place.”

The thought of leaving with him reminded you of what he’d said not too long ago. “…Did you mean it? Or was that just heat of the moment talk?”

He looked into your eyes. “I’ve been in love with you since the first night you stayed over.”

“What?! Kyun, that was like the first month into this. There’s no way—” He cut you off with a kiss, this one sweet and tender as if he’d break you with his lips.

“I didn’t say anything because I remembered the rules. It seemed like you were okay with the way things were so I was okay with it. As long as I knew I was the only one you went to, I could live like that.” He looked into your eyes as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip before brushing over your hair. “Then suddenly you were gone without an explanation why…and I realized I didn’t want to let you go. Not without a good reason. So, yeah. I meant it. And just in case you don’t believe me, I love you. And I’d love you even without the sex. My heart is yours…so take care of it.” He gave you a shy yet bratty pout.

You blinked and fanned your face, turning away so he couldn’t see. “I’ll do my best. Um, so to your place?”

He threaded your fingers together. “Yup.” He pulled you along towards the street. “We can take a shower, drink some water, then work on getting another noise complaint from my neighbors.”

“What are you gonna do when your landlord finally kicks your ass out?”

He looked at you and smiled. “Look for a place to share with you.”

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mebeindelulu · 10 months

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- I.M. -

He called you on facetime when he went out for a run.

#changkyun #i.m #i.m changkyun #changkyun imagines #changkyun x reader #im changkyun #monsta x #monsta x au #monsta x fanfic #monsta x imagines #changkyun fanfic #monsta x x reader #monsta x fluff #monsta x funny #monsta x reader #changkyun x you #changkyun fluff

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dreamaze · 4 months

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Givenchy Beauty × Singles ft. longwon

#mx7net #monstaxedits #hyungwon #monsta x #tuseral #oorieri #userkyutie #wabisarah #wings.gifs #wings.original #alt. title: when you're so long they film you in landscape & a gifmaker has to turn you the right way round #alt. title 2 longwon in 400x1225px #ahahaha #ps. please observe the red soles of those boots. chef's kiss

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hyunchksoul · 1 year

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✧Love Sick✧

hey guys, this is my first time writing and posting something (kinda nervous lol). I am not a full time writer so I don't write much and won't post a lot. The idea of this piece has been lingering around in my head for a while so I thought I would put it into words :)

Please interact, share and let me know how you guys like it <3

Pairing: Im Changkyun (I.M) x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

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You've been friends with Monsta X for about 3 years now. You all love hanging around with each other every now and then. As a singer yourself, you have helped them around in the studio to record their songs.

You always had a thing for Changkyun. The way he acted all soft and flirty around you made you feel things. His aura and voice always made you feel weak. You have always been a huge fan of his rapping and would catch yourself staring at him whenever he would record his rap.

There were times where you wanted him to be your man but you were scared to put your friendship in danger.

Changkyun works a lot and everyone knows it. He would always work on his solo project alongside the group projects.

He was working on a new song to add to his album. He was almost done with his part of the song but he found the song to be incomplete. He was looking for a voice to make it complete. Changkyun always admired your vocals and music and was ready to ask you to feature on his song.

"Hey Y/N, you know i've been working on my album and I am stuck on the last song, Love Sick. I've been searching for a voice to make the track complete and no one fits better than you. I would love to have your voice in it Y/N. Come over to my studio tomorrow and we'll work it out ;)"

This text sent you to cloud nine. You were jumping up and down and giggling like a baby. You were reading the text over and over again and smiling so much that you almost forgot to reply to it. You were in seventh heaven as your dream to collab with kyun was finally coming true.

The next day, you tried to dress up cute as you were going to his studio for the first time, you've only been to the studio they have at starship. It kinda felt like a big deal to you as he never invites anyone to his studio except his hyungs.

You had butterflies in your tummy and kept fidgeting. Just as you reached his studio, you stood at the door took in deep breaths and knocked.

He opened the door and greeted you with a soft smile. He pulled you in for a hug and guided you inside. You have hugged changkyun a lot of times but somehow it felt different today.

Changkyun was telling you about the song but you just couldn't keep your eyes off him. The way his long hair was falling on his face and the usual purple shirt with some sweats never failed to make you flutter.

"....and that's about it, now I just need you to bless this song with your voice", he said insistently. You smiled at his words, "You have no idea how long I have been waiting to make a song with you kyun, believe me today is my day to shine", you said. He laughed at your cuteness and guided you over to the recording booth.

You put on the headphones and drank some water. Changkyun asked you if you were ready to start and you gave him a thumbs up.

You took and breath and started singing your verse.

Changkyun seeing you from the outside lost his mind to your voice, he just couldn't get enough of your soft yet sultry vocals. Hearing those love-filled lyrics made his heart race.

Changkyun stood up from his chair and walked to the booth standing beside you, seeing you sing. You had your eyes closed and were singing your heart out, swaying to the beat.

You got done with your verse and opened your eyes to find him beside you. You let out small gasp and he smiled.

"How was it Changkyun?", you asked him. Rather than replying with words he just took off your headphone and let them hang around your neck, tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned in towards your lips.

"May I?"

Instead of answering him you just took his face towards you and kissed him deep. You snaked your hand into his hair and he held onto your waist. It felt like his kiss was all you ever needed in your life. You couldn't believe what was happening and got lost in the moment. Changkyun explored your mouth and linked his tongue with you. You left feather soft touches on his jaw which made him sigh into your mouth.

He finally let go and you both caught your breath. Your lips were now just as slick and pink as Changkyun's. You blushed and smiled at him.

"Wow, I-, I-, kyun that was-" , you stuttered. Changkyun let out a small laugh and rest his hands at your waist. "I am so glad you feel the same way for me Y/N. I was going to ask you out later today but I just couldn't hold myself back", he confessed. The rush of feelings filled your body and you just stared at him lovingly.

"Changkyun, I like you too, I have liked you since day one", you let out your feelings to him.

Changkyun blushed and gave you a soft peck to your lips and hugged you tightly. The scent of him filled you up and calmed your racing heart. You never wanted to let go of him.

"Do you wanna grab some coffee?", he asked pulling away from you.

You nodded a yes and you both grabbed your coats.

"Wait, what about the song??", you asked while putting on your coat. He smiled and responded, "You can come to my studio anytime you want...babe", he said cheekily and did a wink.

Those words made you punch his chest softly and giggle.

He laughed at your shyness and you both made your way out to the cafe.

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This turned out be longer than expected lol. I hope you guys enjoy <3

Stay safe and happy y'all.

xoxo

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writerpetals · 1 year

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under control | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; werewolf!au, thigh riding, restraints

He really can't control himself at times. Being a werewolf with raging hormones and growing desires has its perks as well as its disadvantages, one of them being blissfully aware of his own strength, his pointed canines, and his lack of composure when the mood overwhelms him.

Especially when it comes down to you, wanting to indulge in your advances more than anything, yet being fearful of scaring you, hurting you, or worse. You have tried to reason with him, having trusted him most of your life, even before you knew of the supernatural being that he was. And being his mate when it all comes down to it, destined to be with him for the rest of your life while your body becomes naturally drawn to him, never lets you forget the thick tension anytime you even come close.

"It will be okay," you try to convince him, "you won't hurt me." Though, the fact that he has to leave the room and take care of himself any time you do get too close isn't helping your argument. You have done no more than just kiss, sometimes too intensely for him to cause such reactions only leaving you disappointed, and guilty for even feeling so.

"I don't want to take that risk," he replies, nostrils flaring while sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard. You know even being so close settled next to him is nearly too much to bear, especially when your own body is in overdrive thanks to the desire to be with him.

"What makes you think you'll-"

"Because," he interrupts, jaw tightening for the few seconds he pauses to gather his thoughts, "just... because."

"Well, what if we compromise?" Suddenly, a smirk grows on your lips, earning his attention with a glance in your direction a moment later. Your brows rise, heart beating just a bit faster at springing your sudden idea on him, yet knowing the two of you need some form of release if you are ever going to survive. At this point, you are willing to risk it all just to give yourself to him, but only because you trust him, and his threats of hurting you don't waiver your confidence in the slightest.

"What do you mean?" With his fists tight at his sides as he asks, you know thoughts are already racing in his mind. The confidence within you grows now knowing he is open to suggestions.

"What if I... I bind your hands?" You wince at hearing yourself say the words, his eyes growing wide at the possibility of being tied down while you have your way with him.

Though, the way his lips part and he remains silent, you know he is seriously considering the idea, as well as the thought of you riding him as his hand moves to reposition himself in his sweatpants.

"And then what?" The words release in a deeper voice, raspiness filling every syllable and you realize he is closer than ever to agreeing.

"And then..." you hesitate for a moment, "we see how you feel about the situation?" Suddenly all confidence shoots through the roof, words trembling off your lips while pitching the plan to him, but from the way he takes a deep breath, eyes shutting closed for a moment, you know he can't turn you away.

"Okay," he agrees with a nod of his head, eyes opening to flash a hint of darkness, "but you need to tie me down tight, and make it secure."

You want to roll your eyes at him, assuming he is overreacting, but his tone tells you not to underestimate his strength. You have only witnessed his capabilities on a few occasions of lashed out anger at one of his brothers, yet you want to believe he can control himself when it comes to you.

Still, you stand from the bed with your knees nearly wobbling as you search the nearest dresser drawer for a scarf before turning to witness him pulling his t-shirt over his head. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight, making your way to him as every muscle within his body tenses once you come near. He shifts, lowering himself just a bit while raising his arms to the bedpost above his head, allowing you to wrap the blue-tinted scarf around his wrists and the post three times before tying the knot as tight as you possibly can.

"How does that feel?" you ask, hesitation in every word, wondering why you are suddenly feeling the effects of his warnings.

"Flimsy," he exhales, "but it will do."

"Are-are you sure?" Your gaze lowers away from the intensity in his eyes as he stares at you, sudden desires filling him to the brim and the lust that is overtaking him goes far from unnoticed.

"No," he says, releasing a breathy chuckle, voice a near groan as he speaks. "But at this point I don't think I can stop now."

"You can't?" Your eyes shoot up to his own upon hearing the strain in his words.

"If I'm being honest," he begins, pausing to take in a deep breath and you wonder if he needs it, or is only trying to capture your scent, knowing you are far past the point of merely aroused at seeing him tied to the bed, shirtless, resisting the urge to pounce, "I know you're afraid, even if you're trying to hide it, and even if you trust me."

"You-you do?" You gulp, not wanting to admit that you are about to go further with him than you ever have, and the thought alone has the fear creeping up your spine.

"And if I'm being honest," he continues, exhaling deeply once again, "it only makes me want you more."

You swallow all words you have no courage to speak, a wave of heat surging through your body to tug at the ache between your thighs due to his confession. Even if you are overcome with embarrassment at the effects you have on him, you know you can't stop now, only getting a chance to convince him to become closer once in a blue moon.

"I-"

"Stand up," he suddenly interrupts, eyes following your every motion while you follow his instructions without a second thought. "Good, now take off your shirt, and then those shorts."

Lazy weekend attire doesn't seem to faze him, realizing as much when you pull the two-sizes-too-large t-shirt from your body, before hooking your fingers into the band of a flimsy pair of gym shorts and tossing both pieces of clothing to the side. You think you hear a low growl deep from within his chest as his eyes travel up and down every inch of your body standing in nothing more than a cute, flowery bra and mismatched underwear. You would have been embarrassed about not planning ahead, even if the event is more than spontaneous, if it weren't for the way he groans harshly while taking you in.

"Come here," he orders, and you don't hesitate to obey. You wonder if his actions, his commands, are due to his overloaded senses and his hormones taking control, knowing the normally polite, cautious, and courteous boy would have never talked so sternly toward you.

Yet, you have to admit you enjoy it. Getting to see another side to him, your werewolf boyfriend, even in the current situation as you crawl back onto the bed with your knees and heels of your hands pressing to the sheets creates a certain pool of arousal between your thighs. You know he can sense it, can smell it, and from the way he licks his lips while his eyes flutter, you absolutely know he wants to taste it.

You can't deny drinking him in, either. The sight of him tied up, his bare chest heaving up and down, his muscles tensing, and the bulge in his thin, gray sweatpants certainly does far more than help your own body to become so painfully turned on that you no longer care about fear.

"Come here, baby," he coos, with a smirk on his lips that has your heart skipping more than a few beats and a certain dominance in his tone that warns you not to disobey him. "Come here and kiss me."

Licking your lips unknowingly, you lean forward, already a few inches from his body when your mouth connects to his, feeling the urgency, the desperation behind the kiss. Feeling him resisting to break free from the restraints with all his might once you lean closer. Feeling him trembling beneath you, wanting you, needing you, craving you, yet suffering more than you know as he keeps his composure. When your tongue slips past your lips to tease his own, his body jerks, his hips buck, and you instantly pull away, heart jumping against the walls of your chest and your mind racing from the possibilities.

"I can't," he gasps, eyes closing, shaking his head, "I can barely resist kissing you when I see you like this, there's no way I won't fucking lose it once I'm inside of you." There is a bite to his words that has you believing him, yet a growl to his tone that dares you to carry on.

You begin to call his name, yet freeze once his eyes meet yours, allowing you to take in the way his pupils have dilated.

"But fuck..." he groans, arms pulling to tug on the restraints, "I don't want to fucking stop. I want to hear your moans and watch your face twist in pleasure when I fuck you and see you come and I want you to call out my name while you do it."

Your jaw drops, completely caught off guard from his confession, knowing he has never even muttered such filthy things to you before. You know he means every word, that the urge to control himself had passed and that he would turn into the wild animal inside of him if you allowed it.

Yet, you wonder what would happen to him if you left him needing you, craving you. You can't bear to think of it, wanting to rid both of you of the tension that is building too high within your bodies.

"I-I don't want to stop either," you tell him honestly, voice just above a whisper, eyes falling to your knees that are still pressed into the mattress.

"Fuck," he hisses, head falling against the headboard only for a moment. "Then come here, baby. Come here and straddle me."

"But," you mutter.

"It's okay." He takes a deep breath, trying to control his urges to speak the nastiest things to you, allowing you to see he has at least a sliver of composure left. "Straddle my thigh, baby."

After a few seconds of hesitation, you do as he asks, positioning yourself with one knee between his legs and the other resting against his outer thigh. When he bends his knee, bringing his leg up to meet your center just a bit, you gasp, feeling the pressure from contact and the weight of needing to be touched after so long.

"Go ahead, baby," he urges, "lower yourself onto my thigh." Naturally, you follow the request, pressing your body tighter against him, soaking your panties from the evident arousal in the process, dripping onto his sweatpants as he inhales sharply.

Without further instruction, you begin to move your hips, forward and then back, ever so slightly to cause the tiniest surge of friction while he groans, eyes lowering to take in the sight of you riding him. Gaining confidence, you roll your hips a bit harder, clit pressing to the slickness of soaked silk panties as soft whimpers pour from your lips.

"That's it, baby," he groans, catching your eye when his arms harshly pull against the knot, "ride me. Come for me." The commands leave his mouth strained and raspy, having to watch you pleasure yourself against his body getting the better of him and soon he is huffing, and panting, and growling at the sight.

You can only take in the sounds, getting lost in the pleasure of friction, losing yourself to the bliss of riding his thigh as your hips rock against him and your arousal drips to soak both of your pieces of clothing. His name spills from your trembling lips, hands finding their way to his clenched abdomen to brace yourself, nails digging into his skin when he begins to move his thigh toward you, offering a bit more pressure to send you into pure ecstasy.

"Fuck," you curse, jaw slacking, nails scratching his skin, leaving marks and bruises that he would only admire the next day. Your motions speed up, fully fucking yourself against his thigh and with his encouragements spilling from his body, telling you to go faster, telling you not to stop, and telling you to come for him, all you can do is listen to his words, and listen to your body as the the final string snaps in the pit of your stomach.

As the first wave of pure electric bliss hits, you doubled over, body slacking against his own while attempting to keep rocking your hips to greedily receive every last drop of pleasure. You tremble against him and call out his name, only to hear him growl and curse and tell you how much he wants to fuck you as you come undone before him.

Finally your hips come to a stop, too beyond spent to even roll off of him, but he allows you to stay put, knowing he wants nothing more than to hold you and fuck you senseless at the same time, and the thought alone has you lifting your head before removing yourself from around his thigh.

"I think..." he gasps, earning your full attention even in your post-bliss daze, "I think you should go."

You blink, wondering why the hell he is suddenly kicking you out of your own bedroom, but as soon as your eyes lower to take in the sight of him painfully straining against his sweatpants soaked with your juices, you understand.

"I..." You nibble on your lip, taking in his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. "Should I unfasten the scarf?"

"No," he exhales, "I can get out. I could get out the whole time. So, please, baby,, just leave. Lock yourself in the bathroom and take a bubble bath. Something. Anything."

The words sound painful as he speaks, allowing you to realize how hard it is for him to keep his control, immediately jumping off the bed to make your way into the hall, and into the bathroom to heed his advice and calm down with a bubble bath.

But not before hearing a rip of a flimsy scarf as soon as the door shuts and locks behind you, heart rate spiking at knowing he could have easily escaped the entire time.

#try not to be a furry challenge failed. anyway do you want part 2 hehe? it's a lot longer...#bts smut #marvel smut #call of duty smut #twilight smut #harry potter smut #jungkook smut #loki smut #nct smut #got7 smut #monsta x smut #stray kids smut #harry styles smut #ghost smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut

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