warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, unprotected sex, riding / cowgirl position, pet name “baby” used for reader
a/n: this is dedicated to my beautiful, wonderful, lovely ✨ anon & 💐 anon & all my fellow kyun stans. ily!!! 😚🫂💓
“Kyun.”
“Hm?”
“I said dinner’s ready, like, five minutes ago.”
Your boyfriend sighed, but only because he had heard you. He just completely forgot you were waiting on him. He had been working diligently on some songs since he had came home from the gym earlier in the afternoon. Lately he had been using the couch and coffee table as his makeshift office space while his recording studio was being refurbished. You enjoyed having him work from home, but it was bittersweet in the sense that you felt guilty for disturbing him at any time. Still, you were determined to have him eat dinner since you knew he hadn’t eaten a solid meal since very early that morning.
You approached the back of the couch, placing your hands on his shoulders. Instantly, his tense muscles seemed to relax under your touch; he hadn’t even realized his muscles were stiff in the first place. He took a deep breath as he leaned into the cushions, his head falling back as his eyes closed.
“I’m sorry, baby. I heard you. I just got wrapped up and forgot.”
“It’s okay. You’ve been working hard,” you said, a soft smile on your lips when his hand reached up to hold one of yours against the top of his chest, “That’s why I made shrimp for dinner. Just for you.”
He opened eyes and grinned, tilting his head to look at you a little better, “Have I told you I loved you today?”
“Only a couple times.”
“Remind me to tell you a hundred more times before we go to bed.”
You laughed softly, leaning down to place a sweet kiss against his forehead, then another on his cheek. You were going to return to the kitchen then, but his hand held firmly on your wrist, keeping you where you were. When you saw the pout on his lips, you instantly knew what the reasoning was. You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down again to kiss his lips, a small hum of appreciation emitting from his throat. He could be so dramatic sometimes, but you loved him nonetheless.
“Come here,” he spoke so warmly despite the assertiveness of his words. You didn’t hesitate to listen, walking the few steps to the front of the couch. His hand took yours, drawing you closer until you were right in front of him. He looked up at you, hands resting on your hips, “You look so beautiful today. I know I haven’t said that yet, but you do.”
“Thank you, Kyun,” you felt your cheeks bloom with heat at the compliment. Mostly because you knew these small, intimate, flattery-filled moments led to much more intimate, passionate moments. And once his mind was in motion, it was difficult to get it elsewhere.
“I’ve been so busy with work, I haven’t been able to take care of you,” the word choice he used seemed so deceivingly innocent, but the look he gave you was clear with his intentions. And if it wasn’t his eyes, then his fingers rubbing sensually into your hips definitely gave him away.
“You can make it up to me later,” you teased, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. They had lost the baby fat you fell in love with when you first started dating him years ago, but you loved him no less. If anything it just made him look more mature, sexier.
“How about now?”
His hands lowered to the spot on your thighs where your lounge shorts stopped, inches above your knees. As you were pondering the idea of having sex now, with your dinner growing cold in the kitchen, you got lost in his eyes. Those eyes that could convince you to commit a crime if he wanted you to. Those eyes that begged you to let him fuck you until you saw stars behind your eyelids. The eyes that distracted you until you heard the click of his laptop closing, and you realized he had reached behind you to shut it.
“Work is done for the day,” he added, pulling you closer until your knees were brushed up against the couch between his legs.
“The food will get cold,” you muttered an excuse, but your hands were already touching his jaw, aching to pull his lips to yours.
“I can reheat it when we’re done.”
Changkyun’s words meant nothing at that point because you two were already meeting each other for a kiss as hot as the stove had been before you turned it off to come get him. A low, rumbling noise sounded from deep in his chest as his grip on you tightened. He wanted nothing more than to push you down onto the cushions next to him and devour you. You deserved it.
“Can I take these off?” his deep voice tickled your ear as he spoke between kisses on your neck. His fingers were already tugging your shorts slowly, just waiting for your confirmation to pull them completely off. When you nodded with a mumbled ‘yes’, the cotton garment fell to the floor at your feet.
In the next moment you were pulled onto his lap, straddling him. His lips and teeth continued to entangle with your own, attempting to claim you even though he knew you were already his. He knew because you were saved in his phone under ‘my baby 💜’. He knew because you had stuck by him for the past several years, and he never doubted your loyalty for even a second. He knew because every morning when he woke beside you, he thought to himself, I want to wake up next to you every day, for the rest of my life. He knew because when he didn’t wake up next to you he felt like a piece of him was missing. He had never felt like someone completed him before you.
Several minutes passed and Changkyun had managed to slip off his sweatpants and shift your underwear to the side. He was relishing the feeling of you enveloping him, his dick throbbing inside of you. It had only been two days since he last had sex with you, but it felt like two decades—you know, because he’s dramatic. His toned arms were wrapping around you, holding you as close to him as he could, your chests pressed against each other. Well, your chest was closer to his face in this position, which made it perfect for him to cover your neck in kisses (and marks). He loved to nip at your sensitive spots with his teeth. He loved the way you let out a small squeak, moan, or whine in protest from the sensation. He loved every sound you made, but those were some of his favorites.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?”
“Uh huh,” you merely nodded and breathed out an answer as you focused on rocking your hips over his. His hands guided you, helping you reach the orgasm you were aiming for. He tried his best to thrust up into you, but he could only move so much. He was enjoying the view though, watching you work yourself on him with each of your hands clutching the couch on either side of his head. As your head leaned back in pleasure, he tilted his head to kiss your arm on the space between your elbow and wrist.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he assured you, “I’ll be right behind you.”
He always had a way of being so comforting in these moments. Intimacy was something he cherished with you, and he somehow always knew how to make it special every single time. If it wasn’t with the way he touched you, loved you. Then it was with the way he spoke to you, coached you through any and every sensation he gave you.
“Gonna-“ you panted as you felt your climax approaching. You rutted against him a little faster, using all the energy you could collect in your body. He continued to press kisses along your arm where he could reach. His fingers slid up and down the skin of your thighs, leaving goosebumps along the flesh that he touched. “I’m gonna . . .”
He tried to resist the urge to chuckle at your lost train of thought and the way your eyes squeezed shut in preparation for your orgasm, “C’mon, baby.”
His voice only brought you closer, and soon enough you were groaning his name in his ear. Your arms circled his shoulders, hugging him tight while you bucked against him, the aftershocks of your climax taking over you. He rubbed your thighs, telling you how good you felt. You clenched and unclenched around him, causing him to cum with a few deep grunts. His breath came out in labored, heavy puffs while you two recovered from the releases you gave each other. He told you he loved you, just as he always did. No matter how many times he said it, it never lost its weight, and it never got tiring to hear.
“We can go for another round later, if you want,” he said as you pulled away, but not before you left a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“That sounds good, but we need to eat,” you reminded him, “I didn’t make that food for it to go to waste.”
“I’ll go reheat it while you clean up,” he laughed softly through his words, lightly patting your ass before you got up from his lap. He watched you pick up your shorts from the floor and go to your bedroom, a grin on his face the entire time.
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Kihyun could hardly remember how you all ended up here, but all was quickly forgotten when drowned in pleasure. And the slick warmth of your tongue sliding over his cock as it filled your gorgeous mouth was more than enough to do the job. He was hardly aware of Changkyun's presence, although the vibrations of your moans and the way your mouth somewhat rattled around his cock as you took Changkyun's dick was enough to remind him. And then his eyes reopened and he was able to again take in the filthy, lovely sight before him. God, he wanted to just lean in and cover every part of your perfect body in kisses, have his hands on every last inch of you. Fuck, was he ruined. Absolutely fallen for you now.
"So fucking tight, baby," Changkyun moaned, once again pulling Kihyun back to reality. He felt like a balloon, floating away into a beautiful blue sky, full of fictional scenarios with you that he knew would never come true, then getting yanked back down to earth, to reality. But reality was feeling more unreal with each passing second. He realized the repeated chanting of your name he was hearing was spilling from his own lips, and without warning, he's pushed over the edge, shuddering and covering your mouth in his cum. A chuckle from you pierced through the blissed out ringing that filled his ears, and his eyes refocused on your face.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry," he stumbled, fumbling for something to clean you up, feeling so guilty the second he sees your skin glistening with streaks of white, your plush pink lips glossed with his cum.
"'S alright," you giggled, your soft tongue poking out to lick your lips clean, although that was only a fraction of what painted your skin. "Just a little warning next time, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah, God, I'm sorry..."
"What, done already, Kihyun?" Changkyun teased with a dark laugh of his own, shoving his cock deeper into you, biting hard on his lip, and making you moan as Kihyun clumsily wiped at your face with the fabric of his previously discarded shirt. Holding your cheek and watching your face contort in pleasure as you got railed was driving him absolutely mad, and as desperately as he wanted to, Kihyun didn't know if he could keep going. He was afraid if he did, there would be no turning back and your friendship would be ruined forever. "Can't say I blame you," Changkyun continued. "I know how good she is with her mouth." God, that was an understatement if Kihyun ever heard one. "Just let me know if you wanna switch." Switch? Like...he could fuck you? You'd let him fuck you? Kihyun didn't know why that hadn't really occurred to him as a real possibility, but now that the cards were on the table, his lust took the reins from his logic and the words spilled out before he could even process them.
"Hell yeah I do."
That almost made Changkyun laugh out loud. "Oh, now he's confident." Changkyun stopped and pulled out, pulling your hips back to sit you back down at his side. His hand slid down your bare back, settling on your ass with a squeeze. "You hear that, baby? Now that he might get to be inside your pussy he's found his words."
You got onto all fours and crawled across the bed towards Kihyun. "No...those words have been there." You knelt in front of him and curved your hands over his shoulders. "For a long time. Haven't they?" Your question came out soft and gentle and felt rhetorical; he could tell you knew he liked you, for a while now. You brought your lips close to his but didn't let them touch, just brush slightly, feeling the electricity between you. Kihyun's breath was shaky, uncertain, but thrumming with lust all the same. "I know you think about me," you said, threading a hand through his hair and raising goosebumps over his entire body. "You wanna fuck me, Kihyun?" You whispered sensually, hoping to let him forget the other man in the room, if only for a moment.
He swallowed hard and nodded, gradually earning his confidence.
"Then do it."
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been waiting on a good writer to say this to and ur IT. okay so.. i’ve been thinking a lot about getting spitroasted by minhyuk and kihyun. like min taking u from behind and kihyun using your mouth fuckkk 😭
oh god this is an ask i definitely appreciate in my inbox and i probably will end up writing something about it but it takes me years to write so for now
just,,,,minhyuk pounding into you from behind, hands moving around from tightly grabbing your hips to slapping and roughly groping your ass,,,kihyun’s fingers tangled in your hair as he snaps his hips down your throat, growling every time you choke or swallow around him,,,i can see minhyuk lost in his own world as he chases his high but ki would be going all out. “you look so gorgeous, all fucked out for us” “who would’ve thought one cock filling you up wasn’t enough for you?” clearly i’m not good at dirty talk but en knee weighs he’d absolutely lose himself seeing spit run down your chin and tears falling from your eyes, and minhyuk would be no better watching your ass jiggle each time his hips make contact with yours and seeing how you drip down his thighs. he’d probably get lost in himself and accidentally cum inside you, but you don’t pay much attention to it as it makes you hit your own high and scream around kihyun’s cock and admire the groans that escape his throat as his hips still in yours,,,,,,,god this is just a dream itself i’m gonna go cry now
@finding-a-lostleo request: Heeeeey!! Can I request something that involves Wonho's big man tiddies? Anything you feel like. I love you ❤️ and keep going, you're doing amazing!!
genre: smut
group: monsta x
warning(s): sub!wonho, dom!reader, ice play, nipple play, vibrators, badly written
to the outside world, wonho was strong and tough. you always hid behind him in public. you were always in his shadow, letting his big form protect you. to the outside world, he was the dominant one between the two of you. but you both knew that was anything from the truth.
the second the door to your apartment was shut behind you, wonho’s hands were all over you. he was pawing at your clothes like the good kitten he was.
“please touch me. i’ve been so good today,” he whispered. you ignored him as you slipped your shoes off and hung your jacket. he let out a loud whine.
“please! i didn’t do anything wrong!” he pleaded. you turned to look at him. his eyes were big and his lip was jutted out. you tapped your chin as you thought to yourself and his eyes lit up.
“go to the room, strip out of your shirt and wait for me on the bed.” you commanded. he nodded quickly.
“yes ma’am!” he yelled as he ran to your room, nearly tripping over his feet. you laughed to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen. you grabbed a cup and put a few ice cubes in it before you followed wonho’s path to your room.
when you entered, he was laid just like you asked. his chest was strong and proud. he looked at the cup in your hand and his breathing got heavy. his chest heaved as he breathed out,
“what are you gonna do to me?” he asked. you ignored him once again as you placed your cup down on the night stand next to the bed. you reached into the top drawer and pulled out your favorite pink vibrator.
“just lay back and relax,” you cooed as you sat next to him. he nodded slowly. his chest were always so sensitive. so sensitive. he could literally cum from nipple stimulation alone, and that’s what you were gonna make happen.
“please,” his voice was thick as he watched you pluck an ice cube out the cup. he visibly gulped as you let the water drip onto his burning skin. the moan that ripped through his throat was loud and hearty when you circled the ice around his hardening nub. his back arched as his body shook.
“is this okay?” you whispered as you continued your torture. he shook his head quickly as he moaned out.
“yes! yes this is perfect,” his hips were already bucking into the air, desperately trying to find some sort of friction. his eyes were screwed shut when you reached for the vibrator. you turned it onto the lowest setting and began your attack on the other nipple.
“oh! oh fuckkkk,” his eyes shot open as his fingers twisted the sheets. his breaths came out staggered. his mind was foggy and his length was aching.
“you’re doing so good baby. i’m so proud of you,” you praised, turning the vibrator up. he just let out a quiet whimper. you took the ice and pressed it to the other nipple and did the same with the vibrator. his hips were bucking so quickly and sweat danced on his brow.
“please, turn it up. so close, so so close.” he panted. you obliged and turned your torture weapon to the highest notch. the moan wonho let out made you realize just how turned on you were as well. you felt your panties stick to your core as you positioned yourself to be able to connect your lips. he moaned into your mouth as he felt his high approaching. he detached from your lips with a loud whine.
“gonna cum. please, can i cum?” he looked at you with big doe eyes and a soft pout. you shook your head yes and he lost it. little ‘thank you’ and ‘i love you’s’ fell from his lips as he rode out his high. you watched the wet spot form as he came hard, completely untouched and ruined. when he started shying away from your toys, you removed them from his chest. his fingers gripped the sheets so tight and he let out a loud whine when he was finished. he looked at you with a soft smile and sleepy eyes.
“thank you, thank you, thank you.” he whispered, cuddling his face into your lap.
“of course kitten,” you cooed, petting his head. the smell of your arousal met his nostrils and he kissed your stomach.
“it’s my turn to take care of you,” he cocked an eyebrow at you.
