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[flurrys-creativity]

February Filth Fest ~ Day 11 Praise

Pairing: Im Changkyun (Monsta X) x Fem!Reader; Genre: established relationship, smut, pwp; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, praise; Wordcount: 486

Summary: Sometimes actions are the biggest praise there is.

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“I haven’t done this in a while”, Changkyun breathed against your lips. He leaned back slightly, trying to gauge your reaction to his words.

You hummed with your eyes closed, still delirious from the intense kiss the two of you shared just now. “It’s alright.” You opened your eyes, a small smile playing over your lips upon noticing his nervous expression. “It’s all about communication, not experience.”

His lower lip jutted forward. “You make it sound like I never had sex before”, he said in a pouty tone. 

You snickered softly and leaned forward. You cupped his cheeks with your hands and pecked his lips. “I know you’ll do great.”

Changkyun slightly relaxed under your touch. He followed your lead until he hovered above you, his pelvis grinding against your core. 

“Shit, you’re making me so fucking wet already.” You closed your eyes and threw your head back. The friction his movements caused made you hungry for even more.

As if he sensed your thoughts Changkyun began removing both your and his own clothes. His fingers glided over your exposed skin, followed by his lips. He followed an invisible path from your neck, over your chest and stomach down towards your panties.

You gasped out loud when you felt Changkyun’s mouth enveloping your core through the fabric of your panties. He sucked and licked over it, teasing your clit even more with the rough sensation. “Fuck, shit, that’s..” You cursed over and over again, your brain barely functioning with his ministrations. “You’re doing so good”, you finally managed to say, before another moan ripped through your lungs.

Changkyun grinned in delight. He switched his weight on one hand, using the other to finally remove your panties. Once the fabric was gone his free hand cupped your hole. The tips of his fingers gently moved along your skin and folds.

“For someone claiming not having done this in a while, you’re fucking amazing”, you laughed softly, trying to hold in your moans. “But I really need your fingers to fuck me now.”

Changkyun looked at your face. He grinned brightly from your praise and immediately followed your request, pushing two fingers into your hole. His movements started slow, taking the time to let you fully adjust. 

Though when he began using his thumb rubbing your clit, you were completely at his mercy. “So good”, was all you were able to say, wishing to tell him how much you liked what he did even though your mind was clouded with lust. With the sudden increase of speed you lost it completely. 

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, that’s it, that’s- fuck, so good.”

Changkyun licked over his lips, seeing how your face twisted from the pleasure. Hearing your praise was only half as good as seeing how you reacted to what he did. Seeing you cum on his fingers, truly was the biggest praise he could have gotten from you.

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[peachybun-bun]

can i request a drabble for changkyun from mx, a fluffy smut scenario where he wakes up reader (preferably afab reader)w oral after being away for a few months due to some work related matters, reader has expressed that one of their fantasies was to get woken up by oral one day, but as time passed she sort of forgot about it so when changkyun comes back and does this she just gets really touched at how he remembered <3

You got it darlin.

pairing; i.m (im changkyun) x f reader

genre; smut/fluff/somnophilia

notes/warnings; somnophilia, oral (f receiving), this one got away from me (it's a bit longer)

drabble game - currently closed

Changkyun watched you from the foot of the bed. He had half hoped you’d still be awake when he got home from his trip but a quick glance at the clock made him realize that was an unrealistic request.

Your boyfriend’s eyes travel over your body under the thin sheet. You had managed to kick it mostly off during your obviously restless sleep. You knew he was coming home, you had expressed how excited you were and clearly you had tried to stay awake and lost the battle with yourself. A book hanging from your fingers, the light on the nightstand still on, and your phone face down on the bed.

Changkyun couldn’t help but admire you as he laid down his things and stripped out of his clothes. Running a hand over his mouth he couldn’t help but consider waking you up the way he knew you’d like. The two of you had discussed waking you up with oral before and now seemed like the perfect time. Almost as if you were thinking the same thing you shift to your back and let go of your book fully whining in your sleep as you get comfortable. Your legs slightly spread as one of your arms drapes over your eyes and you relax back into a deep sleep.

All it took was tugging on the sheet gently for Changkyun to remove it from you completely and he was already hard just looking at you. A groan slipping from his lips, he had missed you so much. Not just this aspect of your relationship but every aspect. You were his world and he had been gone too long.

Moving up the bed carefully, his arm moved around your leg as he kept his eyes on your face watching for you to wake up hoping you’d stay asleep until he at least got started. Changkyun only looked away from you to look between your legs when he slid your panties to the side and his mouth began to water instantly. You were already wet, had you been thinking about him? What else had you been doing while you had been waiting for him to come home?

Running a finger between your folds, Changkyun had to muffle a groan as you let out a soft breath in your sleep becoming aroused in your dream. His mouth moved to your core as he closed his eyes, a small groan sending a vibration through your body as he tasted you for the first time in months.

With Changkyun’s tongue circling your clit, his fingers beginning to dig into your flesh, you start to stir with a moan falling from your lips as you arch your back. Unable to help himself as soon as he knows you are waking up, your boyfriend latches on to your clit and sucks, making you gasp for your breath. Your hands find his hair and your eyes roll back into your head as he quickly sends you over the edge as you moan his name.

As you begin to calm down, Changkyun’s soft kisses work along your thighs to your hip before working his way up your body as you smile at him breathlessly. Looking at him you find yourself almost wanting to cry.

“Baby? Are you going to cry because I ate you out?” Laughing he presses a gentle kiss to your lips as you shake your head no and cling to him. “I missed you so much you idiot. But I am surprised you remembered that I wanted that…”

Changkyun presses more kisses to your cheeks and neck before meeting your eyes again as his hands roam your body making up for lost time. “I try to remember the important things.” You can't help but laugh as you hold him close to you swearing you’ll never let him leave again.

[almondeyes-biased]

[14:56] "You're doing it again," Changkyun pointed out. You groaned and took your fingertip away from your mouth, then looked at him with a small, guilty look on your face.

"It's so automatic, i didn't do it on purpose," you said. Changkyun raised an eyebrow on you.

"It's true!"

"You do it all day today, Y/N. There hasn't been a single time I looked at you and you weren't biting your nails."

"It's because I haven't slept well. It's always more intense at days like today."

Changkyun sighed and pulled you close, then nested you in his arms. He kissed your forehead and rested his chin on your head.

"Okay, I believe you." He then intertwined his fingers with yours, making you roll your eyes and giggle softly.

"Now let's make sure you won't do it again - at least for today."

[pocket-scenarios]

Please - Kijoong

IM Kijoong! “Pretty please with a cherry on top?” Requested by @ding-dong-myeong

(Admin: Babyboiii I’m older than Kijoong so I feel inclined to make this a noona scenario)

“Ah, Noona please,” Kijoong whines grabbing your arm again you shoot him an annoyed glance letting out a huff.

“Fine,” you huff in annoyance, “how much do you need?” You ask taking your wallet out of your pocket.

“Around seven more dollars,” he concludes you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Do you think a high-school senior has seven dollars to just give to their annoying underclassman friend,” you complain but take out the money anyway, “this girl better be worth it for you to be taking money from me of all people,” he nods eagerly taking the money from your hand.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, bye,” Kijoong calls waving slightly before turning and heading towards the flower shop the two of you passed a minute before his pleading.

A small pang of hurt goes through your chest you let out a sigh continuing on your way home. You put your earbuds in deciding to not dwell on it you should be happy for Kijoong but considering you’re around eighty percent sure you’ve developed feelings for him over the past three years. You think that’s when you started at least. You’re surprised by hands on your shoulders jumping and turning to the side to be greeted by your other friend Taeeun, who’s older than you but born the same year as you. 

“Something bothering you?” Taeeun seems to see through you despite only knowing you for a year he’s scarily good at knowing when something’s up, “you worried about that girl Kijoong is confessing to?” You scoff looking away from him.

“He asked me for seven dollars because he didn’t have enough for the flowers for her,” you grumble under your breath Taeeun lets out a small laugh dropping his head his arm still around your shoulders while the two of you walk.

Taeeun and you make small talk the rest of the way to your house he tells you he’ll pay you for your history notes which you, of course, agree to. You take your backpack off of your back on your porch taking out your history notes and handing it to him.

“Give them back tomorrow,” you say with a sigh, “there’s Kijoong,” you mumble looking behind Taeeun, Taeeun leans forward hugging you, “what’re you doing?” You mumble with a laugh but return the hug none-the-less.

“You’re saving me from failing history and it’s only costing me fifteen dollars you’re a blessing,” Taeeun mumbles against your neck before pulling away, “I’ll see you in math,” he says patting your shoulders.

You look past him to see a slightly hurt looking Kijoong well, you think it’s hurt, it could be your imagination wanting to make something out of nothing.

“Did you confess to her?” You ask Kijoong in the lunch line nudging his arm.

“No,” he says softly looking down at his empty tray you furrow your brows turning to make eye contact with him.

“Will you tell me who it is though?” You ask bubbly still super happy from passing your math test without cheating off of Taeeun.

“No,” he says with a sigh, “it doesn’t matter now anyway,” he says sadly you let out a laugh bumping his shoulder again.

“Ah come on tell me please, please,” you say tugging the end of his sleeve lightly mimicking him from yesterday, “pretty please with a cherry on top,” you draw out your words earning a laugh and the first smile you had seen on the underclassman’s face today which was an accomplishment.

“You won’t be mad,” Kijoong asks suddenly turning serious, “but first what was going on with you and Taeeun yesterday?” He half-grumbles.

“Oh, he got my history notes speaking of which he has to pay me,” you say suddenly remembering that he didn’t pay you during math.

“So you’re not dating?” Kijoong confirms you laugh at the absurdity of the statement nodding your head, “okay,” Kijoong says in an exhale.

“So, who were you planning on confessing to,” you say trying to stir the conversation back on topic.

“I was going to confess to you, yesterday, but you were with Taeeun and I misunderstood and let it get to my head,” he rushes out his words before moving in front of you in the lunch line falling silent you hold your breath for a second in slight disbelief.

You tug his arm turning him halfway to look at you: “You don’t get to leave the conversation like that me?” You say in disbelief, “really, me, the girl that holds the fact I’m six days older than you over your head,” Kijoong nods.

“I know you don’t like me back so I was glad that I didn’t confess but looks like I still did anyway,” he says shrugging his shoulders you hit his arm.

“That means you made me pay for a confession you were giving to me you shithead,” you whine, “what did you do with the flowers,” you complain Kijoong gives an amused smile.

“You’re not denying my confession or accepting it,” he mumbles, “I should’ve expected you to act like this,” he says with a sigh reaching into his pants pocket, “I didn’t buy anything,” he says handing you the money back, “I was really going to take you for ice cream after I confessed,” he admits.

“That’s cute,” you say softly putting the money into your pocket, “I’ll take you for ice cream then since it was what you planned,” you say before turning him back around to face forward.

“Is that how you accept confession?” Kijoong asks turning back to face you but you turn him back forward shushing him.

“You’ll find out,” you laugh out holding his shoulders he lets out a dramatic sigh stepping forward towards the lunch line and finally scooping food onto his tray.

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[jaeminlore]

May I ask for a drabble with I.M with the reader also being an idol please? I've really been into this kind of au thing for a while send help 😭

• the most supportive bf• loves watching you perform• stays backstage as much as he can to cheer you on• sometimes he’s in the crowd • you always know bc he yells the fan chants louder than anyone• tells anyone that will listen “that’s my s/o!”• loves being asked about you in interviews and if you aren’t brought up be well aware that he’ll bring you up himself• “my ideal type is my y/n, of course”• “y/n said this movie was fun to watch. we watched it when we went to the movies together. on a date. bc were dating.”• does not care about the hate and does his best to shield you from it so you won’t care about it either • bc of your relationship monbebes and your group’s fandom work together a lot• esp when you both aren’t promoting at the same time, they’ll help each other stream and vote nd stuff• it’s cute• you get rlly blushy when asked about him on vlive or in interviews so you try to avoid the topic• you wear his clothes all the time and fansites catch on like hey 👀 that jacket is not yours y/n• the two of you sometimes upload dance or rap covers together• he’s written raps for you but refuses to sing them to you• so you can only read the lyrics• social media couple• you guys love taking selfies and the fans don’t mind it either• you guys r rlly cute • this ended abruptly but that’s all i have lol

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“At Last”(Request) - Shunichiro Tachibana x Yukihisa Maki (IM) (F)

Requested by the lovely @otomemonogatari

This drabble is for her fantasy of Shunichiro and Maki haha :3

......

“Reading another... erotica eh?” Shunichiro strolls along the edge of the rooftop as Yukihia stands idly staring at a book, “or maybe another poor girl just got rejected by Dr. Maki.”

“Shun, I would rather not get into it today.” Yukihisa closes his book forcefully, gently looking down to the parking lot where MC was skulking to her car.

“She rejected you?”

“Yeah. Well, onto the next, right?”

“Yuki..” Shunichiro pats his friend on the gingerly back. Yukihisa had never actually liked another girl, or even shown any type of emotion, except towards Shunichiro himself. It was quite strange to see his normally emotionless friend express so much, “hey man, talk to me. We are friends, right?”

“Friends..” Yukihisa whispers softly. Friends. Shunichiro perhaps was his only friend, a friend he knew he could depend on. In school, he was always bullied for clinging onto Shunichiro like a puppy, afraid that the popular Shunichiro would forget him.

“Shun, I don’t think I could make another friend as important as you.”

“You’re also irreplaceable to me.”

Yukihisa peers down to his fingers that fiddle awkwardly, furrowing his eyebrows as he contemplates the heat that spread across his chest. His heart felt like it raced faster every encounter with Shun, yet, he felt also at peace with him. What he felt for MC he also felt for Shunichiro, it was just, friendship, right?

“Hey. What does love feel like?”

“Well...” Shunichiro leans his elbow on the balcony rail, slicking his hair back with free arm. Love was a tricky subject. Sleeping with women on the daily didn’t necessary mean ‘love’. How would one begin to describe love? Shunichiro briefly pauses, thinking back to their young school days. It was rare they ever dated, occasionally the gal here and there. However, it was generally, well just them. Fishing, studying, movies, dinner, even just hanging out at the beach. Would it be weird for him to describe how he felt with Maki? They surely weren’t...

“I think love comes to you naturally, you’ll know when you feel it, Yuki.”

The wind blew softly, ruffling Shinchiro’s hair as it landed dishevel onto his face. Yukihisa glances over at a quiet Shunchiro, his face softening into a small smile.

“Have I always love Shunchiro?” Yukihisa turns back to the setting sun that painted the clouds faintly. The horizon growing steep with orange and a tinge of pink. The two peer out onto the skyline of Tokyo, both comfortably quiet, yet teeming with a sense of unnerving anxiety. The irony was just too much for Yukihisa, who abruptly turns to Shunichiro.

“Would you still stick around if I told you what I felt for MC I felt for you?”

Shunichiro lowered his gaze, what exactly did he feel? Yukihisa’s fingers slip under his chin, lifting it to meet his eyes.

“You don’t think that all these years, we just felt incomplete because what we wanted was right here?”

Shunichiro lips curl into a smile as the two slowly embrace each other.

“You’re right, everything I wanted, was right here.”

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146. “Pillows are overrated.” Toshiaki (IM) Drabble.

146 with Toshiaki pleasee? Ah I love this man sooo much<3            

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Toshiaki throws his briefcase onto the couch as he scuttles in tired from work. He was hungry, but mainly just exhausted from a long week. His brain felt fried from constantly staring into his computer monitor, and he wanted nothing more than to enjoy the weekend with his beloved, _______.

“Welcome home!” ____ shouts.

____ stood in the kitchen with a frilly purple apron on, stirring the beef stew that was simmering on the stove. Toshiaki’s stomach growls as his nose guided him into the kitchen.

“Ah, here is my darling...”

He grabs her from the waist, embracing her tightly, feeling all the exhaustion sleep out from his body. It was really amazing what just being around her did to him. It didn’t matter how tired, hungry, angry, annoyed, or frustrated he was, she could heal anything. There was something about her that no one could compare - she accepted him, wasn’t afraid of his demonic work ethic, in fact she respected it.

He digs his head into the nape of her neck, breathing her scent in with all the force he could, afraid that maybe if he let go she would disappear from before his eyes. He couldn’t believe how utterly in love he was with such a simple girl.

“Toshi... I’m cooking. I don’t want you to burn yourself.”

“Mmm.. Let me get burnt. It’s all worth it if I get to hold you longer.”

____ giggles, turning off the stove for them to eat dinner and jump into the bath for a relaxing night together.

......

“Ah, dinner was great and showering made me feel like a new man.”

____ slips under the covers, eyes already half closed as Toshi was pulling his pajama pants up. He quickly slides into the bed, resting his head onto ____’s chest.

“Hey! Your head weights more than you think!”

“So comfortable right now. Not sorry.”

“Really? How am I suppose to sleep! You have your own pillow right there, and must I remind you it costed a lot of money!”

“Mmmmmmm. Pillows are overrated. Why sleep on a pillow when I got two free ones right here.”

“Toshi!.... Toshiiii, hellloooo.”

“.....”

“Are you already sleeping?!”

“......”

“Ugh, fine you brat.” 

She flaps her arms up in defeat, as Toshiaki’s arms tighten around her body. 

“You’re awake!”

“....”

She pats him softly on the head as his breathing begins to slow, showing signs that he was falling deep asleep. His embrace doesn’t loosen, but _____ enjoyed his tight hug.

“Well.. he’s tired.. I’ll let him slide this time.”

____ smiles to herself as she stares at his head resting gently on her chest. He was stubborn, but that’s what made her love him just that much more. The small gestures of just simply being near each other made her appreciate how much he utilized her for his comfort. She felt proud that she was able to provide that same sense of “recharging” for him as he did for her.

She was utterly just a lucky woman.

[dreamscript]

Member: changkyun/i.m setting: Artist AU quote/Action: 'Why is the moon red' please?

Art history–one of therequired courses for almost every aspiring artist. One of your favorite classesand the one you’re currently immersed in, admiring the painting projected onthe screen. The lecturer turns to the students sitting in front of him.

“Why is the moon red? What’s the symbolismthere?” he asks. “Anyone? Changkyun?”

At first there’s silence. Then someone coughs,loudly.

“W-Well, you see,” Changkyun says,straightening–no, jolting up in his seat. You mentally pray that heknows the answer. He probably doesn’t. “The uh, redness of the moon representsthe blood of Christ, and, uh, t-this symbolizes the, uh, suffering hewent through to, uh, yeah. You know.”

You sigh; he was probably sleeping. The entireclass bursts into laughter.

“Well, he’s not entirely wrong–” thelecturer says dryly; Changkyun looks smug. “–Because there is no actual answerbut, uh, I wouldn’t say he’s exactly right either.”

When the class finally ends, you wait by doorfor Changkyun, just like always. And just like always, he greets you with asmile.

“Hey–”

“What was that?” you ask, in disbelief.“The blood of Christ? Seriously? You realize that work was from the Realismperiod, right? And it–”

“Basically renounced religion as a subject forits art, yeah, I know,” Changkyun finishes. “I’m not good under pressure,okay?” He pouts like a five year old.

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

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