— An infatuation can bring more to your mind than just your own thoughts, and Changkyun’s sure to make you learn that.
DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | .857k ]
PAIRING — vampire! changkyun x human! gender-neutral! reader
GENRES — vampire! au, angst, fluff, college! au
WARNINGS — sketchy changkyun, biting, blood sucking, mentions of death and loneliness.
Changkyun had sat three rows down from you in four different lectures, his eyes always set on the board but his mind focused on your thoughts. Your silly habit of staring at the back of his head, wondering what he was thinking, himself—it always entertained him.
He didn’t mean to do it, truly. But it was so tempting, hearing your breathing stutter like it did.
“Looking for something?” His voice so soft, close like he was whispering it into your ear. “You know, it’s rude to stare.”
“What?” Your own voice in your head was no longer your conscious giving you instructions or advice, but your utter disbelief. You couldn’t even question it aloud without sounding crazy to those around you, leaving you to sit in silence to hear him speak again.
It was only when his voice followed you outside of the class that it really startled you. Walking past him in the hall, out the door and into the cold night to make it home, his voice caught your ears again. “What’s the rush?”
“Changkyun.” You found his eyes from across the quad, his body leaned back against the brick wall of one of the buildings. At least a yard or two from you, his eyes watching the stars, he spoke again.
“How about a night with me?”
He had your interest when he said nothing, but your heart when he said anything. His tall figure walked beside you that night, apologizing for scaring you. Gentle voice and pale skin, night classes being his only time at school, and the power to hear your thoughts and put his own voice in place of your conscience: he was definitely something else.
And you couldn’t pretend you didn’t notice.
“Is it normal for you to be alone?” His response wavered from your question, pitch changing with his words.
“There’s too many people in the world and too little time to live to know someone well enough that you spend your days with them consecutively.” You were taken back by what he said, feet stopping in place despite the freezing air turning colder by the minute from the temperature drop. It didn’t even cross your mind to ask if his skinny leather coat was enough to keep him warm.
“So you’re saying you know people, just not well enough to want to spend time with them.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Then why don’t you make the effort to try and get to know someone well enough to be with them often?” His eyes blinked, staring at you as his feet stepped forward and yours moved backwards. Not crowding, his movements only made your back press into a long wall and chin tilt upwards towards his face in curiosity. It was hard to catch in the cloud-dusted moonlight, the two long teeth that now passed his lips like they had been purposely hiding from you all evening. But you noticed them, just in time to feel them press at your neck and pierce at your skin.
“Because I never let anyone live long enough to get to know me that well, you see?”
“You could try harder.” It didn’t even come off as rude, but the man’s teeth still plucked at your skin like a cat playing with a mouse. Except you were half as startled and in shock as a mouse would be.
For once, Changkyun’s teeth actually left your neck before sucking away at all of your red liquid to quench his thirst. The sentiment in his eyes, hair blowing back from his face with the wind, it was clear he had never done this before.
“What sort of importance do you think you hold to me? You’ve been the one invested in me since the start of the semester, not the other way around.” His shoulders helped his neck bend forward, crouched stance bringing him face to face with you. Brighter irises, veins close to the skin, you wanted to pretend like you noticed the signs before—but you hadn’t.
“You’re asking what importance, what use a human has to a vampire? Aren’t you wiser than that?” His wide smile brought the air back into your lungs, his ruched body standing up high. A chuckle from the man, and you believed this to be over. “So what? No blood sucking?”
The arm straightened past your head to hold himself upright moved back down to his side, fingers tugging at his jacket to pull it back up towards his neck. Standoffish since you first took notice of Changkyun, for once he tried a different approach by offering you his ice cold hand to walk you home.
“From you? I guess not, love.” His laughter was strong in the sentence, chest moving sporadically with the words he spoke. “But if worse comes to worst, I may have a different position for you to take.”
“What’s that?”
His eyes flashed a light, pupils catching the sight of your curling lips until he placed his own on your cheek for a kiss. He knew the future better than you ever could, and knew things between you had been significant from the start. “A lover.”
— Something that's always been an infatuation for Jooheon, the way you take Minhyuk's fingers - but an attempt can only last so long until senses turn keen.
DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1.8k ]
PAIRING — jooheon x fem! reader x minhyuk
GENRES — smut
WARNINGS — mature content, sexual content, fingering (fem! receiving), jealousy, mentions of thigh-riding, slightest mention of breath-play, some dom/sub tones but not specified, multiple orgasms, degradation, dirty-talking, unintended edging, cum-eating, masturbation, oral (fem! receiving), this is just filth sorry!
The cackle of the man at your waist brought chills across your skin, Jooheon's eyes fluttering in light blinks. You could see the wheels turning through his view, knowing fully that his mind was filled with the words he would receive from your second partner when he returned home — but nothing could hold in the groans he released.
Your juices squelching inside of your core made your hips buck up into his hand, a pout on his lips as he hummed. "No-no, you let me do the moving." A practical hiss, it was his turn to glide two fingers into you.
Always captivated in the way the two men held their positions with dignity, they still managed to bump heads from time to time. Minhyuk was always the one to drill his slender fingers against your walls until he had you squirming and calling his name. Jooheon's eyes would bask in the way you would ride the older man's hand until he believed you had enough, placing his opposite hand on your abdomen and holding you down to move his digits faster. It was like an earthquake every time you orgasmed, and Jooheon wanted that experience for himself.
And here you were with the man's digits two knuckles deep, quivering below him only to witness him shutter, himself. Jooheon knew the buttons to push, he had you on his thigh the minute you walked into the bedroom. His hands holding at your hips to give your core friction forced your head to fall back, whispers of his name too faint to keep him at bay. It wasn't just the experience, but something he cared about in the moment — and Jooheon always got what he wanted.
His hands stretched to open his fingers within you, a moan breaking your sore lips apart. Something Jooheon always reveled in, your lips swollen and red from his own kissing you deeply. He loved the feeling of his kisses sweeping the oxygen from your lungs, the breeze of your exhale passing the kiss before you sucked in another. It was a game he could never lose, only gain pleasure from— knowing how much he affected you.
But he was out of place, venturing in a territory he never quite went. And as most senses endured within a situation, Minhyuk's ears were burning. The man so calm and playful would have his skin run hot until his legs jerked and he had to make a move. So patient, endearing, you could feel the breeze of the bedroom door swinging open before you could smell his scent.
The air in the room was so thick Jooheon could only gulp and still his fingers inside of you. Your whine halted by Minhyuk's finger raising in your direction for you to stay silent — he too, knows you too well.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jaw clenched, he was almost seeing red. The agreement was broken, and the men's chest were both huffing with unsolid breaths.
"P-Playing with her like you do." Wronged, and he knew it before the words left his tongue. Jooheon was shaking against you, placed on his knees with his hard length against his thigh.
The man was nearly prey as Minhyuk moved closer, standing at the side of the bed to access the situation. Jooheon's fingers deep within your pussy, the wetness coating his hand more than you usually released meant you had orgasmed before his hand went to work. All the right places in all the right time, Minhyuk only nodded.
"Then let me see you finish her." Tongue between his aligned teeth, his eyes glanced between the shifting man on his knees and your form beckoning for one of them to just make a move. "If you can-"
"I can!" A button of his own, Jooheon hates being second-guessed or played with.
"Go on."
His index finger moved first, brushing against your walls. Mimicking the movements he had witnessed Minhyuk do so many times, your back turned towards the patient man watching. Hand stretched out for him to take, he merely swatted your grasp away, too infatuated with the clenching of your core around Jooheon's fingers.
Another sentiment to being with the pair, they evened each other out in a whimsical way. Jooheon was on the thicker side, the width of his body and his cock adding to your pleasure with a fine stretch. Minhyuk was more on the skinny side, his lengthy digits always delving in as deep as they can go to reach the one spot that had you seeing white, just as his cock could do in a single thrust. The two could send your body into so many waves of orgasms that you would float.
The pads of Minhyuk's fingers pressed into his lips when his teeth released the skin, eyes set on how Jooheon's form was shaking under his deep glare. Your sight was blurred from the appending orgasm, the rushed feeling being pleasured set at bay a second time.
The standing man leered forward, jerking at Jooheon's fingers within you to pull him away before placing a gentle kiss to your stomach. Minhyuk's soft locks ran across your bare skin as his lips traveled down, a light tap to your clit causing you to bounce on the large mattress. A defined look on his face when his eyes turned towards Jooheon, the man had grown three times smaller in the process.
"You're not even doing it right." He hissed. Minhyuk's hand entrapped Jooheon's wrist, raising his coated fingers to be adjacent with both of their faces. His fingers stretched just the same as Minhyuk's did, their hands connecting palm to palm in an effort to show the difference in their length. "You see this, pretty boy?"
Jooheon could only nod, eyes watered with Minhyuk's overpowering glare. Their eyes glazed and glued to your liquids between their fingers, Minhyuk's hand only pushing harder to collect your arousal. A slick sound as they pulled from one another, your juices were placed onto Minhyuk's tongue a moment before his opposite hand turned Jooheon's head in your direction.
Mind so lost at the sight before you — you didn't dare touch yourself, but they knew you were keen to if they continued. A hum from Minhyuk's throat only battered your core more, his slicked fingers still barely draped with your arousal as his saliva gave an extra lubrication. His elongated fingers pushed into you, your hands rising to take hold of the pillow below your head. Back perfectly arched for them over a second pillow - a tendency of Jooheon's sensitivity to care for you first - Minhyuk's fist balled the skinny pillow in his opposite hand from the sounds created by your wet core. His eyes almost rolled back into his head when he thrusted his middle finger in to the brim, the rest of his hand cupping you as his palm brushed against your clit. So vague, the little sensation made your thighs quiver. Jooheon's length was thrusted into his own grasp, hand lubricated with your juices and the saliva from his mouth after a single lick. Whether or not the two men were on the same page, their minds worked the same — the scent of sex in the air only blowing their pupils and making the hair on their bodies rise.
"This is how you do it." Words muffled by his own tongue pressing into his top lip, Minhyuk listened to your core clench around his fingers, the same squelch Jooheon experienced echoing in the room an additional time. "Slow and hard." You could feel every knuckle pull from within your walls, endure the same digits pounding back into you — but it was the clenching of your core around the fingers he gave you that had the man, himself, going mad.
Hand once holding the pillow below you released the fabric, colliding with his length to pull it from his soft pants and into the open air. Jooheon's mouth fell open, your eyes finding solace in the two men witnessing each other in a euphoric state. The comfort they had always given you, the care for one another — they seized any awkwardness through their own friendship and ignited every nerve in your body each time they came together.
Minhyuk's fingers bottomed out in you when his hand wrapped around his length, hissing at his thumb brushing over the tip and hypnotized by the way both you and Jooheon turned your full attention to him. Cock reddened from waiting his turn, his fingers removed from your core to leave you empty for a moment. Liquids glazing his cock and making his hips stutter, it was his turn to get on his knees above the mattress and fuck into his own hold.
Clouded and fading, his fingers found your core once more. Jooheon was delirious from his view, his sight not knowing which of you to focus on before he huffed and bent over. You could feel the tips of Minhyuk's fingers brush the spot you loved most within your walls, body rocking up into him as a sudden pressure was applied to your abdomen again. Jooheon's hand felt your hot skin, his grip on his cock turning rapid. Lips engulfing your clit, his tongue barely had to graze the bundle of nerves before you were rising from the bed.
Minhyuk's side glance at Jooheon was enough to turn you over, body shaking under the two men as your orgasm finally drove through you. Every limb numbed, every thought only of them, their names spilled off your tongue like curses.
"Oh!" A broken cry of pleasure, Jooheon's lips sucked at your clit more when his name was called. "Fuck, just-"
"Just what." The first voice crack of Minhyuk’s voice ensued, claiming that he was getting close to his own white wall. A derivative during such a sentimental moment, his cock twitched in his hand at the way you read his words meaning to be degrading. Your eyes finally rolled as you vibrated. Jooheon's plump lips pulled from your clit with a lasting lick while Minhyuk's fingers separated and scissors the inside of your walls to draw your orgasm from you completely.
So drained and loved, Jooheon's words were barely broken syllables as he fell forward. Cumming on your waist and side, his forehead fell against your stomach as he breathed you in. A moment of peace was followed by Minhyuk's hardy thrusts into his hand, Jooheon's dark and dazed eyes meeting the kneeling man. White liquid spurted from his cock, his back hunching forward in tandem with the orgasm as he fell at your opposite side.
Only heavy breaths fill the room, the stickiness of their cum painting your skin in the most affectious way. Minhyuk's hand rose to draw patterns into your skin, Jooheon's faint moans a telling sign that he was still mentally finishing himself.
"Okay, baby." Minhyuk called up at you. Jooheon's eyes were pleading, tired and nearly red. "He can do what he wants to from now on, but with one rule-"
Attentive towards Minhyuk, both of your ears perked.
request: hi :) can i request a changkyun roommate smut? thank you!
— When your bathroom’s shower stops working and Changkyun offers to let you use his, a scene that’s all too thrilling follows and it causes sparks to fly.
DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 2.6k ]
PAIRING — changkyun x gender-neutral! reader
GENRES — roommate! au, smut
WARNINGS — awkward encounters, nudity, cursing, you and changkyun being huge perverts, masturbation, voyeurism, eavesdropping, towel/underwear sniffing, no protection (wrap it or snap it), biting/marking, cliché roommate au with a dirty twist? ok
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The sound roared through your room, the pipe within the wall bursting and flooding the drywall until the wallpaper of your bathroom held a bubble of water in it. Your fingers combing through your hair didn’t properly express your frustration, a string of curses flying from your lips as a quick knock sounded from the bedroom door.
“Yeah, it’s open.” You called out, voice hoarse with rage as you swallowed hard and eyeballed the spot above your shower.
“I hope that wasn’t what I think it was-” Changkyun began, the sentence falling silent the moment his predicament became true. “Ahh, no.”
“I knew this apartment was too good to be true.” you scowled, signing and pressing your back against the door frame.
Changkyun stood directly behind you, head tilted up to watch the same, dampening spot as you did moments before. His hand rose from the pocket of his jeans, pressing into your hip to guide you out of the doorway so he could pass by, lips thin and focused.
“We’re going to have to call maintenance before that water starts flooding your bathroom.” He sighed gently, pulling his phone out to scroll through his contacts. “It just happened, right?” he asked, your annoyed side-glance the answer he needed to press the phone to his ear.
His body shifted back through the door, another little push of your frame to glide by bringing a whiff of his cologne into your nostrils. Eyes shut in frustration and meager attraction, your head rammed back into the frame, his body halting to look back and assure that you were alright before his lips moved and muffled words escaped as he stepped away to make the call.
Your level of frustration still had yet to end, his scent refilling the small space moments later with a pout of his lips and knitted brows. “He said he can shut off the water to your bathroom, but that’s the most he can do this evening. Apparently,” he sighed, running his hand over his face as he leaned back against your sink, equally as frustrated. “It’s not considered an emergency.”
“Seriously?” you hissed, your head beating against the frame once more before you pushed off and walked closer to your shower.
Your comment earlier was accurate, the apartment gifted to you by a friend, and neighbor, seeming too convenient for you to have come across. A single phone call led to them bringing up that the place was available and affordable, even in a nice part of town. There was only one catch, though: Changkyun, a friend of the same friend, had been told the same information, and you both wound up becoming roommates. The building was old, appliances recently updated but all else the same. It was your roommate that seemed to be the only charm of the place, his eyes boring into the back of your head as you turned around to catch his gaze.
“What am I going to do?” you asked him, putting your face in your hands with another sigh. “I have an interview in the morning, and I planned on showering tonight.” Your half-admitted schedule to the man you had only lived with for a limited time slipped out so comfortably that you forgot who you were speaking to, Changkyun’s wide grin filling your peripheral through the cracks of your fingers almost immediately.
“I have a shower.” he gleamed, palms pressed into the edge of your bathroom’s counter with a not-so-innocent look on his face.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
You felt silly piling all of your shower products into your arms and walking to Changkyun’s room, his entertained expression greeting you. Sat on his bed against the headboard, his headphones blared music as he watched you walk through his opened door, cocked brow and chuckle ignored when you made it into his bathroom.
“I won’t be long.” you claimed, shutting the door slowly.
“Take your time.” he said slyly, winking just as the door shut into its frame.
Your hand pressed against the cold, wooden door refused to move, frozen with the image of him in your mind. He told you to come in whenever you were ready to shower, that he would leave his door open, but he left out the part where he was sitting on his bed shirtless. The wink was the icing on the cake, your body finally pushing from the door to place your shampoo and conditioner into the shower.
Had you thought about it for a moment, you would have reconsidered the entire situation. An awkward pull between you and your roommate wasn’t ideal, his welcoming presence in the apartment always warming you and adhering to the mantra repeated about how scary it would be living with someone you don’t know. Changkyun had turned out to be the exact opposite, an understanding formed and a partial friendship built with the guy that gamed into the early morning and dished on the food you made with a boyfriend notion. He was a gentle catastrophe to your life, an underlying crush you hated to admit you had.
Stepping under the hot water with a deep breath, it wasn’t your own fragrances you could smell, but Changkyun’s. His body wash smelled fresh, the bottles opened and releasing the fragrance into the small space left you almost dizzy. You finally felt relaxed, though nervous that he was a wall away from your naked body, running through your normal routine.
No pipes bursting, no cold water, you didn’t even get soap in your eyes, but the universe still had it out for you. Lost in thought and still clouded by the image of Changkyun winking at you, which was something he had never done, brought you to pushing the curtain back in search of the one thing you forgot, a towel.
“C-Changkyun!” your voice was too small under the running water, an eerie silence combing through the apartment. Your eyes shut, breathing unsteady as your voice rose again, this time in a full yell for your roommate to hear you over his music. “Changkyun!”
“What! What?” his form rushed through the door, your naked body stood in perfect view where you pulled the curtain to the side. “Whoa.”
“Hey!” you cried out. Yanking the curtain over your frame quickly, you took note of how his eyes didn’t try to shift away even a centimeter.
“U-Uh, sorry. What’s up?” he asked, tone deeper than usual but still worried about you.
“I forgot a towel.” you claimed, hearing his tongue click. Your head moved around the curtain slowly, peering past the fabric with just enough time to see his index fingers point into the air and his body crouch, pulling one of his own from beneath the sink.
“No problem.” he grinned at you, holding out a cotton towel with a smirk on his lips. His eyes drifted over the exposed skin that he could see around the curtain, your tilted head drawing his attention back to the situation. The top row of his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, eyes blinking as his head nodded and he made his exit, chest puffed out trying to catch his breath from the scene.
Your body was dried by the large towel in minutes, hair puffed as you quickly pulled your clothes on. Every fiber of your being wanted to scold Changkyun for bursting in, but the thought that he only came running because he believed something was wrong led to you pulling the towel around your neck and making a run for your room. His eyes followed you, your arms holding onto the wet soap containers with all of your might as you fell into your room and shut the door behind you. Eyes closed and back against the cold wall, the scene of him biting his lip didn’t seem to want to leave your mind. With everything that happened in a moment's time, his scent continued to fill your senses. His towel around your neck nulled your worries from the busted pipe in your bathroom, even the awkward encounter with him, itself, only leaving a tight feeling in your gut.
Neither of you had tried to confront what happened, night falling in deep as you laid alone in your bed with the same image of him replaying. The way his eyes flashed with lust, his teeth biting into his bottom lip so hard it looked painful, his body at a stand-still only able to watch you. You twisted and turned in your covers, the arousal building in your body painful as you let out a faint whimper. Against the urge to relieve yourself to the thought of your roommate, your body couldn’t keep the will to fight, your hand running along your crotch from the outside of your shorts as you let out a gasp. His teeth ran over his bottom lip again in the memory, your eyes shutting and more pressure applied as you pant out his name.
It didn’t suffice, the built up of sexual tension you had witnessed frustrated you more than the wall currently ruined in your bathroom. Sitting up on your mattress with a huff, you nearly yelled out his name a second time. Your body craved release, one hard enough to make you shake, one only he could pull from you. Mind focused on Changkyun, you wrestled under the covers, legs kicking out in annoyance as a familiar scent caught your nose. His towel laid a few feet from you over your hamper, the cotton laced with only his smell from the constant use. He had made the mistake of pulling from the top of the stack; his most used towel, the one that held his scent like a candle and always would. Your pupils dilated, feet hitting the floor and pattering over to it. Fingers catching it at the edge, the smell of him only grew stronger, lifting the fabric to your nose to inhale him.
You were dazed, rushing back to your bed with the damp town in hand and Changkyun’s scent plastered through the cotton. Almost feral, your hand ran along your body again, riling yourself as your nose only smelled him. His name fell from your lips again, the slick arousal released from your body used to bring yourself towards one of the hardest orgasms you’ve ever experienced. The word repeated, body ignited with the friction you created but filtered by the image of him pressed over you doing it himself, the click of your door knob turning caused you to freeze in place.
“So-” he began, meandering through the door and shutting it back. Arms crossed over his chest, his eyes were glazed over with the same lust as before, tongue clicking in tandem with the door resting in its hinges. “Having fun?”
His feet carried him towards the end of the bed, the mattress lowering as his weight placed on it. Pressing one of his knees into the plush comforter, his eyes caught the sight he had been eavesdropping on from the other side of the door, his towel falling around your neck as you sat up in a rush.
“C-Changkyun I-” you stuttered, the palm of his hand flattening in your direction and halting the explanation trying to form on your tongue.
“I can even this out.” he said calmly, pulling some fabric from the back pocket of his jeans and placing it in front of you. “Stole those a while ago.”
Your underwear was now in plain sight, the casual pair that mysteriously vanished finally making its way back to you. Convinced for weeks that the dryer had eaten them, or maybe you dropped them and Changkyun respectfully put them back in your room and never mentioned it, they had actually been stolen and used for his own dirty deeds. Similar to what you were doing in the very moment, you blinked up at him, slowly pulling your underwear into your lap and staring at the article of clothing like it was a lost treasure. To him, it was.
“I guess the feelings are mutual.” he chuckled lowly, moving in closer to you.
His scent maximized as he leaned in, eyes boring into yours so deeply that the fleeing idea that he could hear your thoughts passed through your mind at the same moment his plump lips overtook yours. Eyes shutting, his hand rose to your cheek, a delicate hold on your face bringing you closer to him. His free hand brushed over your covers, finding his towel and your underwear before pushing them off the bed, making room for his frame to hover over you with ease. With the covers placed between your bodies, he groaned in frustration, the smell of your arousal thick in the air as he leaned back and took in a sharp breath.
“We should have done this sooner. Would have been less awkward and klepto.” he chuckled, pulling at the covers to slip his hardly-clothed body over yours properly.
Hand still guiding your face, he pressed his lips into yours more firmly, a gentle craze of his tongue over your bottom lip pulling a moan from your chest. The vibrations rocked against him, his crotch aligning with yours to gain friction. His touch was warm, shirtless torso hot above you as he panted, pulling from your face to rush kisses into the crook of your neck. Obedient, your light tug at his hip caught his attention, his shorts slipping down his legs and into the bottom of your bed in seconds. Hips rough and groans loud, the sound of him in your ear was euphoric, both of your corrupted minds finally catching a break.
His tongue licked stripes down your neck to your collarbones, littering light lovebites into the skin until he ran out of space and had to discard your shirt. The fabric between your bodies slowly diminished, clothing scattered beneath the covers quickly and bodies rutting against one another like two dogs in heat. He was ecstatic, your hand moving to the back of his neck to run your fingers through the hair at the base, leering him to continue, not to stop, and he wouldn’t.
He slowed for a moment, taking your lips between his in a deep kiss with little moment, breathing each other in as he pressed into you gently. It was a breakthrough, a convenient pass-time that would soon fill every void between roommates, a moment you’d never wish to take back.
“Fuck.” his teeth clenched when his length bottomed out in you, jawling tight and head thrown back in pure fervor for more.
His hips moved out of pure libido, your body adjusting and attaining to his thorough pace. Muscles tense under your grasp, your nails gently scratched at his back. His shoulder blades were prominent, keeping himself secure above you as his hips began to slam into you, your moans only garbled forms of his name.
“Yes, shit. Ahh.” he cried out, the hot covers over both of your bodies becoming a heater as they slipped down his back. Pushing in and out of you, his tongue slipped between your lips, twirling with your own as the orgasm originally subsited in you ignited once more. “Come on, baby.”
Your nails struck into his skin, abdomen tightened as you clenched around him, his own length throbbing within you. Holding himself back to let you finish, your arousal poured around him, his hips snapping for a final time before rushing out of you. Wrapped within his hand, his liquid dripped from his cock, releasing onto your stomach as his head fell back and Adam's apple bobbed.
Your breathing was completely out of normal sync, tongue panting just as much as his when you reached over to retrieve the bottle of water on your nightstand. His smile grew wide when you turned the bottle in his direction, watching the same liquid pour into his mouth as he swallowed and caught his breath.
“H-Hey, Changkyun?” your voice was low, almost tired.
“Hmm?”
“How many times did you cum with my underwear stuffed in your face?”
— Gaining the confidence to acquire a new secret about your boyfriend, Changkyun’s mystical appearance beneath the moonlight entices you to fall deeper in love with him.
The cavern was welcoming, the moon outside breaking through the cracks in the rocks. The pool of water in the middle of the space, Changkyun’s eyes settled on the one place he felt safest. Now welcoming in the person that had his heart, your body thumped with wonder at just how the situation would pan out.
His head turned towards you, eyes pleading and leery as his hand rose over the pool. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, your nod hesitated but significant. “What if you run away while screaming?”
“I won’t, Changkyun.” you breathed out, almost laughing at how wide his eyes had grown.
The man’s eyes shut tight, toes lining up with the edge of the rocks. Bracing himself for the leap, his knees bent and back straightened. Diving down into the heated water, his body seemed to submerge so far in that your human sight could no longer see him.
You stood in astonishment, the things he told you ringing in your mind. Scales, fins, and gills — the basin igniting with boiling water had you fearing for the one you cared most about. Changkyun had hidden a huge part of him for years, finding the time of the moon at its peak to be the perfect moment of fulfillment.
Bubbling water rising with steam, the full moon was stationed directly over the pool of the cave, white rays cooking the water as the curse reclaimed Changkyun. The moving water splashed against the rocks before it halted in one abrupt motion, cooling and returning to the turquoise color it was originally before he delved down deep.
Panic filled you when you couldn’t even see his shadow beneath the waters, hands clinging to the edge as you bent over. You tried to watch every inch of the bright pool, but he was nowhere in sight. “Changkyun? Changkyun!”
His tail was first, the abraded black and navy scales flaring from the salty water startling you as you fell back. Catching your form with your palms on the rocks, you hissed at the sharp edges, eyes blowing as you watched your boyfriend slowly emerge from the deep waters.
“About that ‘I won’t be scared.’ conversation we had earlier-” he mocked, eyes enlightened by a pearled glaze as his irises filled with sparkles.
Even in the darkness of the cave you could see the ridges on his sides, his abdomen carved with the ripples of a fish. Black hair floating with the water as only his eyes poked out from the warm liquid all around him, you tilted your head at him.
“I’m not scared.” Voice faulted, his smile gleamed in the blue moonlight. His head lifted for the water line to be at his chin, mouth opening as his teeth clamped down on his tongue. “Just— curious.”
“Do you want to touch me?”
Your eyes grew wide at his question, his innocent eyes paired with his gleaming smirk causing a spark to rush through your limbs. The anxious feeling boiling in your gut was enough to have his torso leaning him forward, a single pulse of his tail bringing him to the edge of the rocks where you sat. He blinked gently up at you, the sparkles along his skin telling that he wasn’t exactly human beneath the moon and within the ocean waters — but he was still himself.
His hands lifted from the water, small drops still holding onto his plump skin as the air blew against the limb. His palms met the back of your shoes to pull them and your socks off. Tossing them to the side, as he smiled up at you. Hand cupping and grabbing at your ankles, he lunged you forward, chest pressed against your knees.
Hands still trapping your ankles, his hold swiveled around to the front of your legs, palms hot against your skin. You moved so slowly, raising your hand into the air like a touch to the man would make him turn to dust. His eyes rolled, smirk becoming more extravagant. He had touched you in more ways than one, balanced by your own needs, and here you were — too afraid to even place a finger on his skin.
“Wh-What if-” you stuttered. “What if I rub off some of the sparkles? Will it hurt - like when you rub a lizard too hard or something?”
“A-A lizard? No!” he cackled, shaking his head. Curtain bangs falling over his eyes, his fingers surged into the long locks, pressing them back against his head as the salt of the water adhered the strands to his mane. “Just touch me, baby. I don’t bite.”
“Yes you do.” you whispered beneath your breath. The man tapped at your knee for you to get your mind out of the gutter, his own eyes clouded with lust as your palm met his cheek.
“See— it’s just me.” he breathed out deeply, his sides growing skinny with the intake before his cooled breath fanned your thighs.
“It is just you.” you laughed out, running the pad of your thumb across his face. Your eyes squinted, pulling your hand back to see the amount of glitter that had transferred from his skin to your own. “Awkward question.”
His eyes glowed brighter, his mind already well into where your head was at. The cheeky man always had a way of beating you to unhinged, perverted questions — but you enjoyed that about him.
Hands toying with your ankles, your thighs were aligned with his face, his grasp leaving your lower legs to hold onto your outer thighs. Without missing a beat, you already knew what he was up to — the man enclosing his glistening face with your legs as he breathed you in. His tail lightly thrashed underneath the water, the bubbles regaining as his eyes peered up at your through his long lashes, an innocent look on his face. “What’s that?”
“If we have sex like this-” you tried to speak without laughing.
“Mhm.” he mumbled, enjoying the heat of your skin around his face.
You turned your palm flat towards him, the entirety of your hand covered in the glittered pigments from his skin. “How long will it take for me to get this off?”
— When your superstitious best friend Minhyuk offers a solution for your mutual feelings through the flip of a quarter, you begin to understand the meaning of fate and its indescribable ways.
DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1.1k ]
PAIRING — minhyuk x gender-neutral! reader
GENRES — friends to lovers! au, fluff
WARNINGS — a heavy storm, superstitious beliefs
A/N — this was meant to be a full fic, but now it’s just a drabble! enjoy!
monsta x m.list | navi.
Minhyuk was always superstitious about fate. Chilled by a black cat crossing the road, avoiding ladders at all costs, he even feared getting out of the opposite side of bed at the slightest chance of that specific, cognitive decision changing his entire day. He was a skeptic in every aspect.
Stationed before you with doe eyes gleaming in the candlelight, he held a quarter in between his index and middle finger. Inspecting the coin within the digits like he could choose the response himself, he sighed.
“Water won’t boil if you stare at it.” Your voice rang, jolting him from the imaginative state he whisked off to.
“No, but it does beat counting the minutes until it does.” He chimed with a passive voice.
Long nights of laying beside one another changed your perspective on the relationship. Minhyuk’s arm always wrapped over your waist, body curled into your side completely unconscious. There was never a label placed between you two, only a silent wall neither of you wanted to climb.
He was unaware of what ran through your mind, the memories in your frontal cortex playing like a movie. The urge to push up on your toes and kiss him so many times. The way his hand would slip into yours so effortlessly and hold it like he wouldn’t let go for the world. His smile lighting up your worst days. Arms always hugging you tighter than anyone else. You noticed these things—and yet tonight, while stuck inside during a massive storm breaching the area, was when he decided to admit his mutual feelings.
“I always thought you only had interest in me as a friend.” His chin placed on his palm, eyes fixed on your blushed cheeks. “We’ve been together for so long, except apart. What if that’s a sign from the universe that we aren’t meant to date? What if this ends poorly, and we both get hurt?”
His rambling ways verged into him requesting a bet.
“If this quarter-“ he began. “-lands on heads, we kiss and see where it leads us.”
His voice trailed off when he had to announce what the coin landing on tails meant, a heartbroken expression already across his face. You watched his thumb brush over the print along the silver, the indentations leaving a pattern on the pad of his finger from the pressure he applied.
“On tails, we stay friends and attempt to swallow down whatever feelings we may have for one another.”
“Sounds like a decent plan to me.”
Your shrug and smile made him blink nervously, continuing to play with the quarter between his fingers. Anxiously, his tongue poked at the corner of his lips, toying with a small cut from being chapped for too long. You could hear the uneven rhythm of his heartbeat, the coin laying on his index finger with the nail of his thumb flicking at the bottom.
Time slowed to a stand-still, both of your eyes fixed on the coin hovering in the air. It spun slowly to you, each side of the change in your view. You could make out the patterns easily, watching it descend at a faster rate until it disappeared on the wooden floor with a loud, clinking noise.
Neither of you could move, much less breath. Your eyes linked to his dark ones, the water lines surrounding the deep irises rejecting the tears demanding to escape. He was visibly shaking, his fingers latched onto the side of your coffee table so hard that his fingertips were red while the rest of the skin was white.
You slid from beneath the table first, finding the coin reflecting in your peripheral as you bent near it. His voice trembled as he mumbled something under his breath, eyes larger than the quarter used to decide your fate. Soft pants skidding on the clean floor, your hands pressed into the wooden slats until you felt the cold coin in your grasp, pulling it from under the adjacent chair to read what was chosen.
“Minhyuk.” you said sternly, eyes unable to even blink.
“Yeah?” he croaked, a rattle coming from the table he held onto to keep from passing out.
“It’s on heads.”
The puff of air from between his lips blew all the way to where you sat. The warm breath turned cold as it hit you, your body reacting accordingly as chills ran across your skin. He didn’t skip a beat, his knees rutting against the edge of the short table to stand. His hand collected yours from the floor when he crouched in front of you, the opposite hand taking your chin between his index and thumb to press his lips into yours.
The moment you felt his soft mouth capture yours, you felt like a feather. His heart raced hard and fast, every thump perceived by your lips. Tongue gliding over your bottom lip, the wet muscle slid between your teeth to find your own, dancing and twirling like there was music playing.
Mouths molded together like you were made for one another, Minhyuk's knees went weak. His form swayed towards you, the kiss running deeper, and in the blink of an eye—he accidentally had you pinned down to the floor. Wooden boards placed beneath your form, he made a break to lift from you. But you refused to let him go so easily. Fingers clinging to the collar of his sweater, you tugged him back to you, the man complying with a surprised whine between your moving lips.
This was it. Everything had led to this moment: the parted nights when his side of the bed was cold, the lingering feeling of his touch against your skin, his scent being the only thing that had ever brought you complete and total comfort. Minhyuk had become your one to hold, and a single strike of lightning directed down towards your building - missing it by a single hairline - was the exact analogy he had wrapped his mind around. Being with you sealed something inside of him, opened his heart to you, and kept his lips on yours until you were both gasping for breath.
All laid out right in front of him, he still had to ask the same question that had run across your own mind.
"What does this mean?"
Another flash of the chaotic sky above gave light to his stature. No longer shaking, Minhyuk was content, but lost.
"Stay with me." Your voice just above a whisper, his grin rang louder than the rumble of thunder.
Hands caressing your sides, frame bending over you again to press another kiss to your lips, you melted together.
"It's storming," He laughed into the kiss. "Where else would I want to be right now?"
A rush of thunder had rung around you on your trip out of town, the easy-going car stable enough to beat the storm, but unusable when the gas tank read empty. Changkyun had rolled the vehicle into the vacated lot just as the gauge read the negative letter. There was not a soul in sight for miles around. Your nose scrunched from being upset, something he immediately took notice of.
“We’re safe here. The storm has almost passed, and now it’s just rain.” He grinned a toothless smile, driving the car for as far as it could continue on.
With your heart thumping in your chest, the breaks squealed to a halt. The constant drips pouring down the window enough to make a chill go down your spine, the sight of the lot around you only gave you the creeps. The entire area was pitch black aside from the two light poles on opposite ends of the abandoned parking lot, a single, red ‘closed’ sign blinking at the small convenience store.
“This has to be a joke!” your voice sounded so petite in the loud roar of the rain, the sealed windows steaming from the breaths leaving your mouth.
“Ease up.” he mocked at you, his hand on the steering wheel outlining the leather before clamping over your hand on the passenger side’s armrest. “The sign says closed, but at least it’s on. We’ll survive in the car until morning when someone comes to open.”
Changkyun’s voice was just as little as your own, trailing off as the barrage from the clouds only fell harder. The neon sign’s light melted in through the front windshield, shining on your faces every few seconds. His expression was calm, rested back against his seat with his head tilted in your direction. You, however, were on the verge of tears.
“Come on, baby. Don’t be scared. I’m right here with you.” he clicked the key in the ignition, the cold air outside seeping through the cracks of the car causing you to shiver.
“I can’t sleep in here.” You whined. You hated the sound of your voice, but the smile suddenly on his face piqued your interest. “What?”
“Come on.” he grinned, motioning towards the back of the car.
A bag sat in the floor behind his seat, his body moving between the front seats quick enough to slam into the back cushions with a soft groan. The light shined bright enough for you to see what he was up to, his half-curled body comfortable on the smooth leather.
“There’s room on my chest for a special person.” His tone sounded more sinful than sentimental, your shaking head only making him let out a laugh.
Crawling in the same way he did, your knees rested beside his bent legs, hand holding on to one of the back headrests for support. His legs shuffled, a light tug on your arm pulling you forward to lay in front of him. With your back comfortably pressed into his front, he took in a deep breath, the scent of his car and cologne in your nostrils pacifying.
“Not so bad now, huh?” his wicked smirk on his lips sounded louder than his voice in your ears.
Everything meshed from the sound of the rain outside, his heavy breaths behind you submerged in the patters of raindrops on the back windshield like you were at a concert. His hand slinked around your body, tracing over your stomach before resting over your waist with a tight hold. A light hum came from his throat, the position comfortable but awkward.
“I was not expecting this to be the start of our trip.” He chuckled, voice hoarse in your ear. “But the way your ass is pressed against me right now, I can’t really say that this as a terrible vacation yet.”
Your moaned response was accidental, his hand running along the exposed skin below your shirt, which was now pooled at your waist, catching you off guard. He let out a gentle sigh, pulling you into him more as his crotch pushed into you. A grunt left him, hips stilling when you felt his lips meet the back of your neck. Light kisses trailed down to your shoulders, soft sways of his body against yours arousing him.
His pants were getting tighter around his legs, the profound groans escaping his mouth making it hard to remember that you were in a car in the middle of nowhere. With his hand pulling at your clothing, your loose pants were parted from your body, his hand slipping between them to find the sweet spot between your thighs. A whine of his name seeped between the hard pelts of rain on the roof, his groan following as he felt you leak onto his fingers. A hard rut to your ass finally broke his patience, the hand between your thighs removed to undo the button on his jeans and tug them down his legs.
He hissed at the cool air meeting his cock, thumb running along his tip to collect his leaking arousal from dripping onto the leather. Your body felt unattended, shuffling onto your side to witness the scene occurring behind you. Changkyun’s hand pumped his length, eyes shut tight as the tension began to release from the pleasure filling its place.
With his body occupied, you were able to slip down into the open floor behind the passenger seat, bending forward to wrap your mouth around him. Caught off guard, he stumbled on the leather, kicking at the back door at his feet when your tongue flattened against his tip. Releasing a gaudy moan into the stifling car, his hand that found your body slinked up to his face, his tongue swiping over the essence still lingering on the pads of his fingers.
His grunts turned into pants, more of his patience evading from his orgasm nearing. A light tug on your shirt caught your attention, his hands pulling you back up into the seat. You released his cock from your lips, your shirt being pulled over your head in the process and tossed over the steering wheel in the front. You fell over him, reaching up for support as he cradled himself beneath you.
His laughter filled your ears, eyes following up his body to see what the fuss is about. “Look at the steamed windows. If anyone does pass us, I don’t think they’ll stop to ask if we’re okay.” He chuckled.
Large hand drifting over your back and around to your stomach, he pulled your comfortable pants completely off your legs. In one swift motion, your back was arched above him, his hand pressed at the small of your back as his lips captured your own. The smooth strokes of his mouth touching yours made you suppress a moan from his motions, tongue overlapping yours during the heated kiss.
His hand glided down your body again, finding the space that had you rutting against his palm. Another suppressed moan reiterated in the vehicle, his index finger slipping into your underwear and pulling them off to the side. The tug of the fabric created extra friction, your mouth falling open as he kissed around your face gently. Aligning himself with you, he slowly pushed himself in, your body mounted over him with an expert stance when he bottomed out inside of you.
“Well, fuck.” He groaned, smiling up at you. “This is definitely a bucket list moment.”
Your light giggle claimed the sexual tension in the air. Relaxing with his fingers dug into your hips and a breathy moan passing his tongue, he gradually lifted you up as he pulled out. Lowering with a baffled huff, he repeated the process, your voice moaning his name leading him on.
“Faster.” You whined in a whisper.
Changkyun didn’t falter for a second, your body rising with the help of your bent knees before colliding down with his swaying hips. The worry in your body finally fled, Changkyun’s hard moans beneath you and hot skin the only thing filling your senses. Moving at a rapid pace, his fingers sunk into your skin, propelling his length into you fully as you chanted his name.
The car was fully steamed, windows unusable as you blinked. Shutting your eyes tightly, your body clenched, orgasm ripping through you. His rough sigh echoed when he thrust into you for the last time, clouding all of your thoughts as his liquids filled you. Slowly pulling from you, his skin felt like a heater against yours, his hand moving to run along your back to draw patterns as you dozed off on his chest.
The neon sign only felt brighter when your eyes reopened, his face pressed behind your ear echoing from his light snores. He had moved you beside him while you slept, his front pressed against your back again. His chest rose and fell in sync with yours. Your eyes were still adjusting to your surroundings when a loud, sudden knock clinked on the driver’s side door, Changkyun sitting up automatically with his arm wrapped over your waist.
“We’re open, and coffee’s ready in ten.” Called out the convenience store employee. Changkyun’s sly smile caught your peripheral as he slumped behind you again.
His short breathes were enough to stir you awake, the mild nap you were taking late in the evening soon being interrupted. Hoseok sat in the middle of the couch, your body sprawled sideways in his lap, head resting on his chest.
He was still asleep, neck exposed to you while his jaw hung slack, mouth agape with light snores noisily coming from him. Both of you had been exhausted from work, landing on the couch after a good meal and immediately passing out. Hoseok naturally sleeps harder than you, but the groans escaping his throat were sounds of an impressionable rest.
His hips jerked beneath you, the bulge against your leg growing as the tone of his moaning went deeper. Your eyes watched his lips close and part again, his tongue panting inside of his mouth and nearly drooling. It wasn't until your name called out faintly into the air that you caught on to the familiar scene.
"Y/N." he whined, voice shattered and needy. "Please, just like that."
His words were broken, spaces of heated breaths between them. He rocked against you, the little friction enough to make him bounce his head against the back of the sofa. Lips turning red, his top teeth lightly sunk into his bottom lip, a concealed moan vibrating his chest.
Your head shook from the sound, the sensation enough to draw him out of his sleepy state and into a hazed one. Eyes slowly opening to peer down at you, he realized he was being watched, a recollection of the dream he was having seconds ago still fresh in his brain.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he smirked, lips were swollen and mouth dry.
"Just like what?" you asked, blinking innocently.
A look of confusion passed over his face, one casual lift of his hips before he recognized the situation he was in. Your frame stationed on his lap had caused enough resistance against his length to click a segment of dreams. Brain letting him choose, he opted for the one most sensual. He was stiff in his cozy pants, your legs separating over him to sit with your crotches aligned. His eyes immediately closed, hands wrapping around your body to hold you still.
"I was talking in my dream?" he asked, taking in a deep breath through his mouth and out of his nose when you rocked against him.
"Mhm," you mumbled softly, his lips curling at the edges.
Your knees pressed into the fabric of the couch, sinking lower as you let your hips collide harder with his. A deep groan left him, his hold on your lower body pulling you even closer. Breathing the same space of oxygen, his irises turned a shade darker, hips parted as light pants came out instead of steady breaths. His large hand flat at the small of your back, eyes shut in a state of ecstasy, his head fell back again before your lips attached to his neck. Smooth skin pressed against your mouth, the sounds he let out vibrated through you, a sensation between your legs that you could only hold off for so long.
“Why don’t you tell me what I was doing to you in your dream?” you whispered against his skin, a short whine coming from him in response. “Come on, tell me.”
Your voice rose the second time you spoke, visible chills running across his skin and up his spine. Shaking beneath you, his head rose to look you in the eye, his tongue skimming across the bottom row of his teeth.
“You woke me up in the middle of the night saying you had a wet dream, and that you needed me right then and there.” his voice was graveled, attempting to swallow the saliva now filling his mouth as images of your needy, pouty lips resurfaced in his head. “You got on top of me and started humping me like you did just now.”
“Like this?” you asked, rutting your body against his clothed cock once more.
“Yes, fuck. Exactly like that. But even harder, and you couldn’t stop saying my name. I thought I was going to faint.” His head tilted, watching you graciously bend your back to kiss him, his lips now coated in a light lick from his tongue.
A pained moan cried out from him, your teeth biting against his now sensitive lips. The swollen orifices throbbed under your touch, pulling away to run the pad of your thumb across them. He was on edge, tears pricking the far corners of his eyes as he stared at you in a trance.
“Please.” His voice cracked, chest puffed out and arms holding you, so devoted to his needs. “I just want to cum. It hurts.”
“Then why don’t you do something about that?” you ridiculed his wailing, the pitiful reverberation becoming unbearable. “I don’t have to tell you what to do.”
His eyes lit up at your stern voice, the hand pressed against your back gliding over your hips until the tips of his fingers dug so deep into your skin that his nails threatened to break into it at any second. With a short whine from the sudden change of pace he began, his hard length rubbed directly where he wanted you most, your own crotch heating up and nearing a release.
“This isn’t fucking doing anything!” his voice gained volume, a light pull at his ear from you a reminder that you have neighbors.
“That’s because you aren’t doing it right,” you stated, shifting your hips so that a pattern was created.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, the newly found position with you above him enough to lead him to his high. Rapid shapes created on his cock, his whines turned into growls, hips clamoring into yours so crudely that the pitch in your own noises gained. His hand gripped at your ass, clinging to the thick muscles. His hips sputtered, a white light tearing through your vision surged with dark spots, a hot spill of his orgasm leaking through his thin pants and against your own crotch.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m still cumming.” He whined, another splash of liquids seeping through the fabric around his lower body. “Finish with me.”
His hips lifted entirely off the sofa, the weight of his body and yours on top of him completely on his legs, the motions enough to send your body stirring. Sinking back down onto the cushions with your limp body above, your head rested against his shoulder, a soothing run up and down your back relaxing you after your orgasm.
“I couldn’t have dreamed that any better.” He panted out, heart regaining its natural beat.
request: Hello! Would it be okay for me to request a Monsta X Changkyun smut? On Weekly Idol, Kihyun mentioned that he actually likes to be naked at their dorms. He even plays games on the computer naked. Could you do a smut about that?
DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1.2k ]
PAIRING — changkyun x gender-neutral! reader
GENRES — smut
WARNINGS — mature content, detailed sexual content, established relationship, nudity, oral (giving), face-fucking, unprotected intercourse, quickie, changkyun is getting dubs
monsta x m.list | navi.
The dorm was silent as you slipped through the front door with a bag of takeout. Having been told by Changkyun that he was staying home all day, you assumed that meant not leaving his video games long enough to make a full meal. Setting the bag down onto the kitchen counter, you listened in on the quiet apartment, a sudden booming voice echoing through.
Moving past the small living-room, you came across his bedroom door shut. Voice loud as you turned the doorknob, you were met with a scene you hadn't seen in a while.
Changkyun sat bare on his gaming chair, fingers hitting the keys systematically while his video game character ran about. Headset covering his ears, he was completely immersed in the game and unaware of your presence. Using the setting to your advantage, you slipped the door shut and staggered behind him. Forgetting the food sitting hot in the kitchen, you saw something more important. Watching as his attention was fully on the computer screen, your eyes glazed over his well-kept body. Muscles flexing in frustration from getting killed in the game, his body fell back into the hold of the chair, hands clenched around the arms.
The next game loaded in and began, your eyes set on watching his thighs bounce with his legs while he played. Taut body sat on the chair, mind focused in, you took the chance to slip under the desk. Unseen by his peripheral, you sat crouched on your knees. Watching his cock bob with his motions, your hand instinctively moved to his thigh. Caressing the skin, he jolted back, his headset falling down to his neck as he let out a small yell.
"What the hell!" he called out, watching your form crawl out from under the desk with a grin. Rushing to mute his mic, he was gently scolding you. "Shit, give me a warning. I didn't even know you were here."
"Sorry." you laughed, staring down at his bare crotch as his attention swayed from you and the game. "I got distracted."
"Yeah, well." he chuckled. "I'm in the middle of a round."
Sliding his chair back up to the desk, his eyes retreated to the game. With his knowledge of you now crouched on your knees for him, you placed your hand back on his thigh. Without moving from your touch, you heard him lightly sigh as your fingertips moved over the smooth skin leading to his crotch.
"Really?" he asked, eyebrow raised when he peered down at your entranced form.
"Hey, I'm not the naked one trying to get dubs right now, am I?" you joked, watching his lips form a pout as your hand made contact with his length.
A small hiss fell from Changkyun's lips when you took him into your hand. Moving your palm up the base of his cock, your thumb ran over his tip, pulling a groan from him. Keeping a small pace, you felt him getting harder as you jerked him.
Small moans came from him, his mic still muted as he tried to focus on the game. Lifting your free hand up, you turned his mic back on, your hand still roaming up and down his length. Biting his tongue to keep from making sounds, the little form of control made you eager to see how long he could bear the silence.
Moving your face between his thighs, you licked a clean strip up his length, tongue gliding over a vein going up his cock that always makes him whine. Hearing him take in a sharp breath, you did the same maneuver again - only this time he couldn't hold in his moan.
"Uuuh," he whined, coughing to cover up his pleasure into the mic. "I-I, uh. I missed my shot," he spoke quickly, hearing the comments from the other players as they labeled the sound strange.
Running your tongue along the base of his cock, your lips sucked around his tip. Hips thrusting in the chair, it creaked from the sudden movement as he attempted to calm himself. Readjusting in his seat, you lowered your mouth around him as he held in a groan. Placing your hand at his abdomen, you ran your fingers across his skin, trailing them down. Body crying to make some form of sound, his hand moved to mute his mic, only to be caught by your hand midair.
Moving his hand to go back on to his keyboard, you watched him glance down at your mouth taking him with ease, a grunt coming from him.
Having to play another sound off as a missed shot, the game was no longer going smoothly as your tongue went flat underneath his cock. Another thrust up made you gag at the sudden bounce, his hand trying to move from the keyboard to your hair like he usually does. Set on keeping control, you remained the deep pace around him, sucking him until he was a silent mess above you.
Hastening, he fought to win the round, falling short as a member of the enemy team downed him. With the small break of waiting for one of his teammates to revive him, Changkyun gripped your hair with his right hand. Forcing you to suck him at his own pace now, he had you bobbing up and down his cock with no mercy as he got off inside your mouth.
Cumming down your throat with harsh pants, you swallowed without hesitation. Peering behind you at the screen as you sat up beside him, you watched his team win the round. Hands flying into the air, he whistled to himself for the win as he muted the mic, jumping to the main screen of the game.
Gripping your hands from below him, he tugged you up into his lap. Kissing your lips firmly, he didn't give you a second to breathe as he parted your legs. Hovering above him, the eagerness from your self had transferred to him. Rubbing against you, you moaned. His rough fingers from playing games all day moved against your most sensitive parts, your eyes rolling back while you let him ready you. Knowing his system already, he enjoyed the next part the most.
He aligned his length and sat you down on him, moans erupting from both of you. The rushed amount of penetration made you whine, his lips moving to your neck to leave hickeys down to your collarbone. Purple marks bruising your skin, the adjustment period was cut short as he rocked up into you. Guiding you above him, he groaned and panted. Tongue hanging out of his mouth, he gave small licks to the hickeys he left seconds before.
Cock deep inside of you, you clung to his shoulders. Nails sinking into his skin, he moaned your name as you clenched around him. Feeling his second orgasm nearing from the twitching within you, you rushed the pace more, bouncing on him. With your motions hard against his thrusts, the two of you saw white as you climaxed together, your orgasms leaking into his gaming chair. Kissing along your temple, he pulled out of you and let you relax in his lap. Sliding up to the desk again, his finger clicked the mouse, entering him into another game.
"Want to watch me win again, but you get off at the same time?" he smirked.
