Title: Fumée
Group: B.A.P
Member: Jongup
Genre/Warning: Smoking, car sex, unprotected
Summary/Request: PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE DO JONGUP SMUT.
A/N: This was actually inspired like now, I had different a Jongup smut planned, but don’t worry, those are still in the works! So here is some PWP Jongup smut! I hope you enjoy even though it’s really short. Also! Please make some request for my birthday, read this post for more info > 🎂
Word Count: 1138
The fields were beautiful. Lavender swaying in the gentle breeze, the sun castes a golden like glow throughout the expanse of land. You felt peaceful as you sat in the parked car. You tilt your neck as the man beside you reached over to place sweet pecks on the underside of your chin.
“It’s beautiful out here baby, perfect.’ His warm breath fanned against your skin as he whispered, “it is, just like you.” You grinned at his sweet words, turning to meet his lips. “Thank you for taking me here.” he smiled against your lips, pushing them to press to yours, “of course sweetheart.”.
He sat back in his seat, silence taking over as you both took in the surroundings.
“I need a smoke.”
You climb into the back seat, winding the window down as you reached into your back for the carton of cigarettes. The stick is placed between your fingers as you settle on your knees, a lighter ready to burn the end. You sigh as you take the first drag.
Jongup watches the way your dress barely covers the bottoms of your plump arsecheeks as you lean out the window. He bites his lip, his desires already taking shape in his mind.
“I wanna fuck you.” he hushed, joining you in the back seat and palms finding your lower back. “so why don’t you baby?”
His lips find the back of your neck, skin being sucked into his mouth and tongue poking out to slide against you. His hands drift lower to cup your arse beneath your dress. He squeezes as you release the drag to cloud out of the window. A hand grips your midriff, his hand on your arse curving to the run your panty covered pussy. His fingers so tuned with your body press into your slit, sensual slides that brush over your clit. You take a deeper drag, inhaling till you feel it fill your lungs, hips pushing down onto his hand before you’re blowing the smoke out.
His hand leaves only so he can push his hand into your underwear and feel the slick accumulated. The pads of his fingers drags your wetness up and down your slit with his movements. You make a little noise, the breeze feeling cooler on your quickly heated cheeks. He circles his fingers over your clit, pressing the bundle of nerves in a way that has your inner muscles clenching. You take a longer drag and wiggle your hips, Jongup cupping your pussy and then pulling back to find your hole. His finger dips in easily, walls awaiting the penetration and when he pushes in your teeth clench, a restrained moan breaking through.
The slide of a finger is momentary before he’s pushing a second and curling his fingers inside of your as he pushes till his knuckles are wedged against your entrance. The ash building is taken by the breeze and the little concentration you have left allows you to focus on bringing the butt to your lips, cheeks hollowing as you pull the smoke through your lips again. Your hand tightens on the door, where you’ve been balanced as Jongup’s slow and hard movements of his digits hasten, fingers slick as they slide quickly in and out of you. Your thighs quake just the slightest, as his fingers intensify though your skin begins to ripple and the smoke is released in broken puffs, pushed out by your moans.
He twists his hand, fingers turning inside and stroking your walls that are tightening, seeking more. He doesn’t wait for heat to break within you, pulling his fingers out, shining with your essence as he quickly unbuttons and unzips his pants. You body quivers, the bulb of his cock familiar and exciting as he guides himself to your entrance, pushing between your lips, wetness sticking to his cock and then he allows his tip to push through, one swift and steady movement of his hips as he settles his cock balls deep inside. Your moan is long and satisfied, eyes drifting shut as you take another drag.
Jongup is hard with his thrusts, pulling back his cock till his tip is resting before he jets forward in one quick hard thrust. He repeats, slowly pulling out only to push a needy moan out of you with a quick and hard snap of his hips.
He pushes again, pulling your hips back so that your pussy is wedged deliciously against him, rotating his hips so you feel how he rubs so nicely against your walls, this time pulling back to give you thrusts that shake your body.
“Jo-Jong, slow, ah, down. Smoke.” You get out, feeling how his hands have curled to dig into your flesh. “Give me some baby.” You half twist as Jongup slows to you can bring the cigarette to his lips, licking your own as you watch the way his browns furrow and eyes become half lidded as he takes a drag, slow and deep like the way his cock is filling you. He blows it over your dazed and flushed face, grinning with his cat like eyes before he takes another drag, lowering his face to your lips. You take the hint, opening your mouth to allow him to blow the smoke into your cavern, his lips melding with yours for a smokey kiss. In haste he pulls the burning butt from your fingers and flings in out the window.
His hands grab yours, holding them in position on the car door just as he begins to speed up his thrusts again. His mouth swallows your deep moans, stomach curving over your back as the force of his cock rocks your body into oblivion.
Your whole body is alight, nerves overloading with the pleasure his cock ignites within you. He groans, whimpers at points as his cock swells and is swallowed by you. The way his balls slap against your skin is erotic and the sound of your wet pussy being pistoned even more so. Your lips break away from his as they fall forward to rest against the hands engulfing yours. Each thrust feeling just as intense as the last as a foreign feeling of floating yet feeling weighed down stirs within.
A few more thrusts as you break away, body convulsing beneath him as he thrusts impossibly harder, the waves of your orgasm physically rushing through you before he groans into the back of your neck, thick spurts as his orgasm, warm and delicious fill your inner walls.
You’re both breathing heavily, twitching as he pulls out with a slick noise, his cum dribbling out and down your lips to your thighs.
“Thanks for that too baby.”
He grins, wordlessly turning your chin toward him for a soft and deep kiss. His way of saying you’re welcome.
Title: Redamancy
Group: Monsta X
Member: Changkyun
Genre/Warning: Fluff, mild foul language, dorky flirty suggestiveish Changkyun
Summary/Request: can you write a fluff changkyun scenario where you have a sleepover at his dorm for the first time? .
A/N: This was requested ages ago and I had the flow when I first started it then I got stuck and now I have finished it like this, so I really hope you all enjoy it! Sorry for taking so long
also!! please enter my Christmas writing event here 🎅 (Click santa for the link)
Word Count: 4838
03/06/17
The thumb softly and slowly stroking against your knuckles stirred the butterflies till they were fluttering around inside of you. He lightly swung your arms between you two, his voice animated while he spoke to you.
“I literally think that is the best chicken I’ve ever had!”
You laugh, eyes watching him in amusement when you say, “You said that about the last chicken restaurant we went to.”
He grinned then, his dimpled smile melting you just a little to say, “I think everything just tastes good to me when you’re around.” And then he stopped, face suddenly contorted into one of disgust. “Ugh, God, I need to stop hanging around Hoseok.” You laugh loudly, making Changkyun smile as you both continued the short walk to your home.
“How are the boy’s anyway?” Changkyun made a noise, shrugging his shoulders to say, “You know, the usual. Hoseok is cheesy as fuck, Minhyuk is hyperactive, Hyungwon is not, Jooheon is well all over the place, Kihyun is making sure we eat something edible and Hyunwoo is still our lovable father.” You smile, noticing the affection in his voice. “But to be honest, everyone is a bit stressed preparing for the tour, like don’t get me wrong, we’re so excited, but it’s our first one and we just wanna make sure it's perfect and Hyunwoo spoke about a world tour before we even debuted, like before I even came into the picture and that is making me worried too, cos I don’t wanna mess it up for them and-”
“Hey, hey, hey. Stop.” You told him softly, making him still so you could hold his squishy cheeks. He blinked, closing his eyes briefly before opening to stare into yours softly. You could see the insecurity in his brown orbs, the anxiety hidden away as his thoughts ate at him. “I’m sure, 100% certain in fact, that you won’t mess up, okay?” You drag his face closer to yours to brush your noses together before leaning your forehead to his. “There will always be hiccups, but you are not going to mess up or ruin anything or whatever other negative thought you’re thinking for anyone okay? You’re going to be your usual charming self and everyone will love you and I will be waiting here for you to tell you how proud I am when you come back. Understood?”
Air fanned your face when he let out a breathless laugh, eye’s closing as he let himself lean into you, enjoying the quiet and the warmth of you for a moment before he grinned. “How are you so perfect?” You lifted your head from his to shove it playfully with your finger. “Oh shush.”
He pecked your lips, a soft light touch that made you feel warm and fuzzy, like having hot chocolate on a cold winter day. Changkyun was just that to you; he was the taste of ice cream when the heat was unbearable, sweet and much needed, he was the breathe of fresh air you needed during autumn when your work just began piling up and you could rarely leave the house, he was the first of the blossoms in spring, making you smile and feel light and let you know the beauties of the world. He had become so addictive, something you felt you needed to the point it scared you. “Thank you, my lovely.” He smiled. Then ruined it with, “My precious.” You shoved his chest, turning and walking away as you frowned, trying to keep the laugh out of your voice. “Ugh, you’re so creepy.” You smiled hearing him laugh out loud, the sound giving you warmth. “Wait up precious.” You nudged him lightly when he came up beside you, “I swear to God Lim Changkyun.”
The rest of the journey was the two of you bantering back and forth. You loved his sarcastic humour and he never failed to have you nearly doubling over clenching your stomach as you laughed at whatever silliness he was spouting.
You both slowed when the short path leading up to your house came into view. Changkyun tucked his hands in his pocket, looking down and kicking at the gravel beneath his feet. You tilted your head at him. “What?” He paused, looking up at you with a little smile. “I don’t want to say goodbye yet…” You had to smile, stepping closer till you could loop your arms around his neck, playing with the overgrown strands of hair at his nape. “Me too.” His arms looped around your waist and for the second time that day he kissed you, lips moving over yours softly, tilting his head to get more of you. The blood rushed to your ears till the world was drowned out and the sound was the thumping of your heart. When he let go your eyes were slow to open, fluttering slowly as your brain tried to piece together your surroundings in your dazed state.
“I have a request.” He whispered. Scared he would burst the comfortable little bubble the two of you were in if he was any louder. “What?” You whispered back. “Well, I um, was thinking that the two of us could have our first sleepover. At my dorm.” Your eyes widen in surprise, breath picking up slightly when your nerves began to get the better of you. “O-oh, um, would there be time, I mean with the tour also would the boys be okay with it? I mean uh-” The low rumble of his laugh stop’s your nervous babbling and he runs his nose against your cheek and into your hair, his hand running up your back to your head to push you into his chest. “Hmm well, I already asked them and they’re fine with it. Manager has said that we can rest next weekend, so all that’s left really is for you to agree.”
You smile into his chest, feeling the excitement well up inside you. Your relationship was progressing well and really, there was no reason not to go. “I’m there.” You tell him, shifting your head to look at him and at your words he gives you your favourite dimpled smile and once again that warm and fuzzy hot chocolate feeling was back.
“Don’t try to seduce me though.”
“CHANGKYUN!” You yell, lifting a foot to kick his butt when he ran away, yelling a "GOODBYE MY LOVELY!” into his palms. He stumbled backwards, watching with a grin as you shook your head at him.
09/06/2017
The weather was surprisingly cooler than normal and so you decided that your jogger bottoms and a loose hoodie over your tee was sufficient enough for the supermarket.
You grabbed a trolley along your way inside, pulling the messy list scrunched up inside of your pocket. You briefly looked over the list before moving forward toward the relevant aisles. Just as you were scanning the shelves your phone went off.
“Hello.”
“What ya doin~”
“Snack run for tomorrow.” You answer distractedly looking for the brand of dip you always have with your tortilla crisps.
“Ooo yay! Are you getting-”
“I’m looking for it now. I might have to buy it from the corner shop.”
“Okay, don’t forget popcorn.”
“It’s on my list.”
“And chocolate, preferably M&Ms.”
“On the list.”
“And-”
“Really Changkyun? You’re going to list every snack possible? I got it covered, okay?” Changkyun’s laugh rings out over the speaker. “Just wanna be prepared babe.” You roll your eyes, smiling a little as you continue to browse. “I should have just come with you. ohmygosh it would have been our first grocery shopping trip together. ohmygosh we should totally just move in together already.”
You laugh, despite the pink tinge on your cheeks. The thought of living with Changkyun made you feel a number of things, the possibilities running through your mind.
“Steady on Kyun, we’re only having our first sleep over now!” And then before he can get a word out, “You’re distracting me. Byeeeee!” “hey wa-” you hang up, a giggle escaping your lips when you imagine the irritated expression he must be making at his phone. You slip your phone back into your pocket and continue shopping for more snacks, a smile on your face.
10/06/2017
Today was the day. You were already rather sleepy, having spent the previous night repacking over and over and feeling too nervous and excited to fall asleep straight away.
You rolled over onto your side, reaching for your phone on the bedside table and squinted your eyes enough to check the time and to also see that you had a message from no other than Changkyun. A smile immediately formed when you read his message.
‘Can’t wait to see you baby! We’re going to have so much fun. See you later x’
You weren’t meant to go around until later that evening, around 6ish. But, that didn’t stop the silly snaps Changkyun sent your way. While you were double checking that you had packed what you needed, Changkyun spammed you with shot’s that showed a very tasteful view of his nostrils.
‘Look babe, it’s a cave explorer.’ He captioned one with a very badly doodled stickman hanging from his nostril. You laughed, taking your own unflattering picture, nostrils and all, tapping the pen icon to doodle. You captioned it, laughing as you sent it.
You shortly received a notification that read ‘screen shot’ prompting you to instantly message him.
You: Why did you screen shot asdfghj :/
CK: BABE!
CK: COS IT’S A MASTERPIECE
CK: ‘THEY FOUND THE BAT CAVE’ AND THE BAT DOODLE! LIKE THIS IS THE KIND OF SHIT THAT NEEDS TO BE SAVED YOU KNOW!
You: but it'S MY NOSTRILS
CK: Like the most beautiful nostrils in the world
You: That’s weird, but as it’s you, I’m not surprised.
You: I didn’t even screenshot yours!
After that message, you received a snap, smiling when you saw it was the same picture and quickly screenshot it.
CK: Since I went to an awful lot of trouble to send that to you make it your screensaver so that we can have a matching one!
You: You’re cheesy af.
CK: Only for you babe.
You smile at your phone, thumb navigating on the screen till you had done what he wanted. Taking a screenshot you sent it to Changkyun.
You: The things I do for you.
CK: That’s why I like you so much
He replied with a screenshot of his phone, showing you that he had changed his screensaver too. You laughed, feeling a strange sense of happiness from the mere act of having each other as your screensaver.
It was finally time. As you waited for the lift you felt your stomach tighten, a range of emotions washing over you. Changkyun had been spamming you most of the day with cute messages of how he couldn’t wait and pictures of him scowling at the clock, telling it to hurry up so that his baby could arrive.
The short ride in the lift up to Changkyun’s floor felt like an eternity and your hands had started to get clammy. By the time you had left the lift, you were in a daze taking small steps towards his door. A few small deep breathes and then you were lifting your finger to the doorbell.
Almost instantly you heard movement behind the door but when you heard the “ooaf!” you brows knitted together in confusion. It sounded as if someone had fallen and then you heard his voice. “Hyung, don’t be an arse!” The door was pulled open and your eye’s drifted up to see a raven haired beauty with his thick arm against the doorframe, smiling wide at you. “Hey sweetheart! How are you?”
Just as you were about to reply you heard a war cry and looked around Hoseok to see Changkyun kneeling on the floor, pushing himself up. “Excuse me, boyfriend coming through.” And you felt a warmth settle within you and materialize into a bright smile as Changkyun tickled Hoseok’s sides, causing him to jerk from the door so he could finally stand in front of you. You were already on your toes, head craning closer to him as his hands lightly settled on your hips and his lips met yours for a short, loving peck. “Hey there.” He whispered. “Hey there yourself.”
“That was playing dirty Kyun, you know I’m ticklish!”
“And you know I have about as much strength as a noodle, yet you thought it was nice to get Jooheon to hold me on the floor.”
“Where did he go?”
Changkyun grinned as he shuffled you both backwards into the apartment. “I told him I saw a bug.”
You giggled and Hoseok stared at Changkyun before concluding: “You’re a demon. Anyway, I’m sorry I can’t stick around sweetheart, I’m going on a date! But, I’ll see you later?” He asked with a cute grin.
“Of course! I’ll wait for you.” You shot him heart fingers and Hoseok put a hand on his chest, jolting back dramatically as if he’d been shot. Suddenly a hand clasped over your fingers and a pouting Changkyun whined at Hoseok. “Go get your own girlfriend, this one’s mine. Also, going for coffee with Kihyun is not a date.”
Hoseok looked offended. He decided to ignore Changkyun, blowing a kiss at you with a little wink before he was leaving you giggling when he shut the door behind him. “Thought he’d never leave.” Changkyun grumbled to which you rolled your eyes, shoving him toward the living room. “Oh hush you big baby.” And then reaching up to pinch his cheek. “My big baby.” And you were right to say so, Changkyun had a shit-eating grin on his face.
You unzipped your coat and was in the process of pulling it off when you heard a dramatic gasp. You look over at Changkyun whom was staring at you with his mouth agape. “What?” He clenched his eyes shut and threw his head back, “I thought I said not to seduce me.”
You looked down at yourself. Jeans and one of Changkyun’s hoodies. Then you looked back at him with an expression that was summed up to one thing: “Huh?”
He sighed, rolling his eyes at you as if it were obvious why you were a little seductress. He held his pointer finger up, “One, you’re totally wearing your make-my-butt-look-big jeans,”
“They’re my favourite jeans!”
He ignored you. “Two, you’re in my home, wearing my hoodie. Do you know what a sucker guys are when their girl wears their hoodie?”
You pull your neck back till you have a triple chin. Grinning like a creep you say, “Really?” Changkyun laughed. “You’re still sexy with that face babe.” “Don’t tell me what I already know.”
You put your bag in Changkyun’s room and notice someone on their bed with their headphones in. You sneak up and attack. “OH MY GOD!” He’s sweating already and your laughter causes you to drop to the floor, tears nearly escaping your eyes when you saw the startled expression on Jooheon’s face. “YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND ARE EVIL!” You can’t stop laughing, face aching from the permanent smile and stomach tight as your laughter doesn’t cease.
“Sorry Heonie, you’re just so easy to scare.” He shoves your head. “Sleep with an eye open tonight girl.” You hold your hands up “Ooo so scared.” He grumbled, putting his headphones back in to ignore you and you laugh as you left to go back to the living room.
“Kyuuuuun.” He made a noise of acknowledgement as he searched for the right disk. “Would it be mean to do a camera prank on Jooheon?” He stopped what he was doing and looked up at you with a smirk, “Yes it would be.”
You told him your plans, Changkyun shaking his head in disbelief at you, but giving you a proud pat on the back nonetheless. “I have taught you well young one.” “I’m a year older than you.” You deadpanned. He waved his hand, “technicalities.”
He turned toward the TV and you follow him to the sofa. “Right, what do you want to eat? Kihyun won’t be back till later, so not much edible food to eat now.”
“Pizza?
“Cool.”
The pizza should be arriving in around 20 minutes and so you both spend time chatting on the sofa with the music channel on in the background. All of a sudden Changkyun has shot out of his seat, cutting himself off as he stands in front of you. When you hear the opening beat you’re already on the verge of laughing.
Changkyun gets into position and when you see his entire expression switch you’re gone. His hand is up and shaking.
Every day it rings, the bell bell bell
Now care for me
I don’t wanna waste my battery
It keeps coming, It keeps coming
Like my phone’s gonna explode
He’s singing the words in his rough voice, hips shaking and turning as he sings along to none other than Twice’ cheer up. He keeps eye contact with you the whole time and you’re in fits.
I don’t know, I don’t know, he says he can’t even breathe
He says he’s struggling because of me
He says his heart is dropping, why?
He says that I’m so pretty
I’m not showing off or anything
His big smile is infectious and you find yourself singing along with him as he does the routine. He blinks his eyes cutely and shakes his head at all the right moments.
Sorry I couldn’t pick up earlier
I was meeting my friends, shy shy shy
I can’t really meet you right now, sorry
I’ll call you a little later
His pointer fingers came together and he had the cutest expression that made you melt and nearly say ‘aw’ out loud. But you really lost it when he shouted ‘shy shy shy’ his fists perfectly doing the movements and you swear you had heart eyes when you whined, “Kyun~” cos your heart was definitely about to burst.
He winked at you as he continued and he was anticipating the best moment as he bounced and then, just as the chorus came on:
CHEER UP BABY CHEER UP BABY
Cheer up a little more
A girl can’t give her heart too easily
That’s how you’ll get to like me even more
I’ll act calm, as if it’s nothing
So you won’t know that I like you
just get it together
and then baby CHEER UP
You jumped up and facing him began to belt the words back at him. “CHEER UP BABY CHEER UP BABY” The room was filled with your loud singing and over exaggerated dancing. Head rocking back as your hands came up and shot out as the dance did.
As the chorus came to an end, “AND THEN BABY CHEER UP~” Changkyun belted the line, out of key as he lifted you and spun you around, your singing cutting off in place of your wild laughter. “KYUN!” You yell and feel the air whip around you as he clumsily drops you onto the sofa, head on your stomach as he laughs and you stop at the sound, heart clenching almost painfully hearing something so pure.
It makes you take his head in your hands and Changkyun stops as he stares up at your soft eyes. “Idiot… what if you hurt yourself.” And then you lean forward to leave a peck at his lips. You pull back, feeling the blush start to heat on your cheeks and then Changkyun leans upwards, chasing for lips that melt against his when they finally connect.
When you part he whispers, “I can take the pain if it's for you.” Your eyes widen and you shove his head away. “Stop hanging around Hoseok!”
A few more songs play and then the doorbell goes off. Changkyun raises from the sofa, scrunching his face as he raises his fists in the air, deepening his voice like a warrior, “PI-ZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” You shake your head watching him rush to the door, money in hand.
Changkyun takes the pizza and bags while handing the money over with a thank you. He settles on the floor, spreading the bags and boxes of pizza out on the empty space.
“Here ya go love.” Changkyun says taking your wedges out of the bag and handing you the garlic sauce. “Oh God, thank you!”
You both barely speak between stuffing wedges, garlic bread and cheesy pizza into your mouth. “Oh babe, c’mere.” You beck Changkyun toward you and your thumb swipes at the tomato sauce messily smeared on the corner of his lips. You lick the sauce off your thumb and Changkyun grins at you before he’s leaning forward, lips on yours and you feel the little swipe of his tongue against your lips before he’s sitting back. “That was my sauce love.” You roll your eyes, any excuse, but still, Changkyun doesn’t fail to make your heart race.
You’re barely paying any attention to the low budget sci-fi movie playing on the TV and when you go to reach for the coke you remember your plan from earlier.
“Kyunnie… Shall we go buy a drink?” Changyun looks up at you, pizza wedged in his mouth as he smiles evilly back at you.
Changkyun went into his room where Jooheon was and found him lying on his bed scrolling on his phone with his earphones in.
He poked him till Jooheon took his earphones out. “Heon, we’re going to the shops want anything?” Jooheon pondered for a moment before giving a gentle smile as he said, “No, thanks.” And Changkyun really felt evil seeing his cute angelic smile, before turning and walking out the room.
He gave you the thumbs up and you picked up both of your shoes and hid them behind a pot plant. You walked to a cupboard where the power was and before turning it off urged Changkyun to start filming.
Your heart sped up in anticipation as you both got into position. Waiting behind the sofa you took Changkyun’s phone and texted Jooheon.
My Bro: Hey can you check if there’s any dip, thanks.
It took a few minutes before he replied with a simple ‘sure’. You both heard the bedroom door open and as Jooheon walks to the kitchen you can see his silhouette; his hand comes up and switches on the light. Or at least he tries to.
Jooheon grumbles under his breath and you notice the shine of his phone. He tried switching other lights but found they wouldn’t turn on. He whined and swore into the darkness, continuing to shuffle around to the kitchen.
Jooheon navigated his way toward the fridge with his hands, expecting the glow of the fridge to illuminate but found even that wouldn’t work. As he was crouched down you slowly crept from your spot, quietly trying to sneak toward him all the while barely able to muffle your laughs threatening to escape.
“WHERE’S THE DIP?”
“FUCK AKNFD- ARGH OSKNVD MY GOD!” Jooheon hit his head on the fridge in shock, babbling out nonsense words as he screamed. You made out him clutching his chest and eyes squeezed shut and laughed loudly while the lights began to turn on - Changkyun turning the electricity back on.
The camera was in Jooheon’s face. He was the perfect mess of sweat and heavy breaths and the expression on his face nearly made you feel bad, except you were a little shit so not really.
“You guys are evil!” Jooheon blubbered, still clutching his chest.
You can’t stop laughing and Changkyun smiles, taking in the way your eyes curl and your cheeks raise high in a smile, the laugh that sounds from your lips captivating him. He closes in on you with the camera, your attention turning to him with a big smile. “You are tuning in live to the dorm of one scared Lee Jooheon!”
“I really hate you both.”
“Love you too Jooheon.” Both you and Changkyun said simultaneously before he ended the film.
Jooheon scowled and you felt the tiniest bit bad when you laughed and looped your arm through his and your other through Changkyun’s. “C’mon Heon, we got pizza!” He grumbled something along the lines of “scaring a man and then giving him pizza.”
“Um, Jooheon’s scared of it!”
“Spiders, clowns, the dark, his shadow-
“-HEY!”
“-oh OH GHOSTS”
“Surprised you didn’t guess that sooner babe.” You make a noise of cheer, removing the card on your head.
“You guys are dicks. And FYI I’m only scared of creepy little kid ghosts.”
“You mean the one next to you?”
“WILL YOU STOP YOU DEMONS” Changkyun clapped happily, falling back into the sofa with loud laughter as Jooheon flinched where he sat and nervously looked behind him as if the ghost was really there. “I’m gonna have to sleep with you in your bed now Changkyun.” His laughter ceased then, expression crestfallen as he quickly sat up, quick to say “No! Absolutely not. My baby is sleeping with me.” It was silly but you felt warm tingles spread over your skin, heart clenching as a feeling of adoration for Changkyun washed over you.
“It’s your karma, bastard.”
Jooheon was forced to bed, Changkyun having to give him cuddles till he fell asleep. The night had passed by quicker than you’d thought it would, but the feelings you felt throughout the night lingered; the fresh memories that took place made you feel warm and you couldn’t help the small smile lift on your face thinking back to the events. It’s late and as you both lie in the silence Changkyun breaks it.
“What do you think happens if a mosquito bites down there?” Your eyes shoot open. “It will hurt rig- ow!” Your teeth detach from his shoulder and you settle yourself again, closing your eyes. “That hurt right? Probably something like that, but a billion times worse.” You can practically hear the pout in his voice.
“I didn’t realise you were into biting babe.”
“Changkyun I swear…” His muffled laugh broke the silence, before dying down in a content sigh as he melded his body against yours, arms holding your head to his chest, complete warmth washing over the both of you. There was a shyness you felt, the blush rising on your skin, yet you couldn’t help to think that it felt so right. You suddenly felt overwhelmed, a concoction of emotions washing over you till they were conjuring into words that blocked your throat tightly. You took several breaths, trying to swallow the dryness from your throat and this didn’t go unnoticed by Changkyun.
“Is something wrong? Are you uncomfortable like this? We don’t have to sleep like this-”
“-NO! I-i-i um, I mean no, it's just.” your fingers clutched to the material of his shirt almost desperately, your eyes focused on the creases you made, knowing that Changkyun was looking down at you, despite the lights being out. “Don’t,” you took a deep breath, clearing your throat and willing your body to relax, fingers unclenching around his shirt so you could draw random patterns against his chest as a distraction. “Don’t freak out okay, but I think,” you took a larger intake of breath and exhaled as if they were all your tensions and let your eyes fall shut,”but I think I love you.”
It was quiet for a moment, then a moment longer before you were suddenly on your back instead of your side and were being crushed, Changkyun’s arms vice like as they coiled around you and his head nestled into the crook of your neck. “God, I love you too, I’ve loved you for so long my chest hurt, I love you I love you.” he said, raising his head to meet your lips, hard, yet slow, heavy huffs if breath mingled as he made a fire rage inside your chest and ignite every inch of you, hands finding their way into his hair and gripping as he kissed you a moment longer before slowing, sweet caresses of lips passing against lips and then he stopped with a soft lingering peck, head falling back into your neck before he rolled you both onto your sides again. “I definitely love you.” you smiled, feeling tears pool but just shut your eyes and shoved your head into his chest.
And that’s how you fell asleep. Wrapped up in thin arms that lock around you, almost as if you would disappear and warmth then curls around you and sinks into you till you find yourself drifting to sleep counting the beats of his heart. In that moment you wonder how you will ever fall asleep the same way again, how were you ever able to fall asleep without Changkyun wrapping you in his arms. The missing link, who made you feel like home was wherever he was.
Title: Jasmine tea and kisses
Fandom: Monsta X
Member: Wonho/Hoseok
Genre/Warning: Soft smut
Summary/Request: Some soft Hoseok smut for @wonheonie
A/N: my lovely Jaz who advises and loves and makes her us all smile! She works too hard and needs some love returned, so this is dedicated to you <3
Word Count: 2455
Opening the door to your home felt like a much heavier task than it should have. You felt how tight your body was wound up, how your bones creaked from the invisible weight placed upon you, how your muscles were sore and on the verge of allowing you to collapse, yet wouldn’t allow you any feeling of relaxation. You were tired to the point you could feel the sag beneath your eyes, tiredness your new skin and even as you removed the shoes that you were in all day, on your feet non stop you still couldn’t relieve the tension. You sluggishly reached your hand up to place your coat on the hook next and then made you way, without much energy in your walk, toward the bathroom.
You released a heavy sigh already listing the things that you needed to do around the house. Even if you had clocked out for the day at the office, doesn’t mean work had actually finished. Clothes had to be washed, dishes to be done, hoovering and wiping down the surfaces, preparing dinner, the list went on and on as you made your way to the kitchen with a noise of distress.
In between putting the washing to dry, preparing the veg that will be used for dinner amongst the rest of your tasks you barely register the sweet call of “love, I’m home.” an hour or so later. It wasn’t till the featherlight touch of thick lips pressed to the back of your neck and firm arms weaved its way around you like a vine that you realised he had come home. The way your body seemed to break away from the cemented state of wound up muscles, knot filled back as you relaxed against his chest was sign that only now were you truly home.
Your hands felt desperate to Hoseok when you were quick to latch onto his palm tightly, releasing a heavy sigh and letting your head fall back. Hoseok lowered his face till he rested in the crook made for him and pecked your skin lightly before asking softly, in a knowing voice. “Long day baby?” You loosened your hold so you could turn in his arms, his own hands melding into your skin, warming and comforting as leant your head against his chest and shut your eyes to take in the steady beat of his heart. “You have no idea…” You mumbled, feeling his fingers press to your tensed lower back. “Baby, go to bed, I’ll wake you up for dinner.”
You paused against him, thinking over the suggestion, how tempting it sounded before concluding that you could not simple just go to be with so much to do. “That’s okay baby, but I have so mu-” Hoseok lowered his head, quickly planting a sweet peck against your lips and pulled back with a cheeky smile. “You really need to learn how to relax. Come on.” He was so easy to get caught up in, his smile was big and warm and just drew you in like a moth to a flame, likewise his eyes that stared at you as if you were his whole world, as if you were the only thing he could see trapped you too him as he began to walk backward with that cheeky smile held on his face.
He led you to the bottom steps, removing your arms gently from around him and encouraged you up the steps after turning you around, fingers never letting go and steps never far behind yours. Your bedroom was welcoming; familiar items that spoke of both your personalities, photos of soft kisses on days out, sweater on the edge of the bed that you stole from Hoseok to wear during particularly cold nights when he wasn’t around, his aftershave lingering amongst your perfume in the air, a room that was a perfect combination of little things that were the both of you.
The bed was even more welcoming when he directed you to it. He didn’t allow you a moment to disagree, already pushing you to lay on the bed. He shuffled on the edge, his body against yours, heat passing through each other making you feel toasty and drowsy. “You’re overworking yourself again baby,” He admonished, voice soft and low as he pushed your hair back gently with his fingers. He sighed, fingers tracing the creased and dark skin beneath your eyes for a moment before leaning forward and laying gentle pecks beneath each of your eyes and then over your lids that fluttered to a close with him so near and soothing you with his presence everywhere.
His fingers trailed down your cheeks and then he sat up, taking you by your forearm. Hoseok pressed his fingers to the ball of your shoulder and motioned them in circles that made you sigh in relief. He went down gradually, fingers applying pressure into the plump flesh of your arm, his fingers rolling out the aches you felt as he lowered to your wrist, and then to massage your fingers right up to your nail beds.
You moaned softly, the sensation pushing out the tension that locked up your body. Hoseok reached over to repeat his gentle movements on your other arm before scooting a little lower down the bed. His fingers found the tops of your bottoms, slipping into the waistband he began to pull down allowing your legs to breathe. He let it drop to the floor and shifted onto the bed, going between your knees as he allowed both his hands to circle the expanse of your upper thigh, starting high up and squeezing down, lower and lower to your ankle where he massaged even your achilles heel. No part was left untouched, the balls of your feet, the arch and up. Hoseok looked down at your tired body, feeling his heart clench as he even felt the strain on your body as he massaged you. He leant forward and over your lips, letting his stroke against yours softly before whispering against you, “Can I make love to you baby? Can I worship you?” Your tired eyes lifted slowly, staring into his and feeling your heart suddenly violently thud seeing the look he gave you; concern, love, want and something much more powerful swirled in the pools of his brown eyes as you barely noticeably moved your head in a tiny nod.
The feel of Hoseok’s chest against yours, of his hips barely resting on you when he allowed himself to sink lower for his lips to capture yours has your heart beating harder and when he tilts his head in an angle that allows his lips more of you, a soft moan is pushing out of your painfully tight chest. I love you is on the tip of both of your tongues, the words being spelt out against each others lips in soft and slow movements that turn more passionate as you breathe in each other. His fingers trail down your neck and down your side to slip under your back. His hands mould with your skin, your back arching up into him allowing him to rub you. When he pulls back from your lips it’s to stare down at you in wonder almost before he’s soft smiling, lips pulled back to show teeth. “You’re lips feel right against mine,” He tells you, placing the lightest of kisses at the corner of your mouth, “I’m so thankful to be blessed with someone as hardworking as you,” He continues, lips pressing to the underside of your chin, “Someone who is so giving,” lips lower along your neck, “Someone who gives their all with nothing in return,” he finds your collarbones, tongue licking out to taste your skin, then lowering his lips as he unbuttons your shirt, “Someone who quietly suffers, but goes on,” your shirt is spread open and his mouth is leaving bruises sticky from his lips over your chest, his hands trailing over your stomach and down to your inner thighs, rounding to grasp one to his hip, “Someone selfless, not caring for their own pain if it means they can help someone else, even if it’s something little,” His thumb is rubbing slowly on your thigh and his words are choking you, making tears prick at your eyes as you become overwhelmed, “Someone who listens, someone who loves wholeheartedly, someone who can make you feel at home, who can make you smile, who makes you feel like your world would end without them… that’s you to me.” The tears pool and then overflow to stream down the corners of your eyes as you stare up and him and all his sincerity. “Let me take care of you a little baby, it won’t be anything compared to what you do for me, for us, but… Let me start here for you.” Free hand coming up to wipe away your tears. You make a small noise at the back of your throat, unable to speak and Hoseok leans up to kiss you again, slow and with his tongue dipping into your mouth before pulling back, shuffling onto his stomach so he lays between your legs.
His fingers hook into the band of your underwear, hips rising off the bed to allow his to pull them off. You’ve never felt more gentle, or as if you were delicate than when Hoseok handle’s your body, hands gentle in their motion when he pushes your spread legs up higher and allows them to rest on his broad shoulders. You’re exposed, vulnerable for him and in no way does this phase you, your mind, body and soul at complete comfort with Hoseok. He never let you feel uncomfortable or unsafe and so when his lips found your folds and allowed his tongue to stroke along them, you felt nothing but content, a sigh slipping past your lips. His tongue ran from the bottom up, courses of pleasure shooting through you with each nudge against your clit.
The strokes of his tongue caught your growing wetness, his face pressing more to you, nose nudging your clit when he found your hole and pushed inside with a desperate whimper, your hands shooting to the silk strands of hair that caught between your tight grip, hips gyrating against his face as the slow push and pulls of his tongue set you alight. You urged him to use his tongue faster, the room a musical of your moans and wet strokes, Hoseok pushing his own hips into the sheets as he became hard eating you. He hungrily groaned, turning his head to your inner thighs to leave sweet bites and licks that painted you prettily before he was sticking his tongue out to flick at your clit till you felt a pulsing sensation. His finger slid easily inside as his mouth closed around you, the pressure of his mouth making you moan louder, his finger slow, taking its time to stroke your walls to life. He added another, a burning coursing through you quicker as he remained locked to your clit. Your thighs squeezed around his head, hips stuttering against his mouth as you quickly drew to the edge, just needed a little push, and when he removed his fingers in place of his mouth and the pads of his fingers pressed down to your clit, his jaw tensing as his urged his tongue to bury deeply, quickly into you, you fell over the edge, from your toes, to your head blood rushed in an overwhelming wave, a lone long scream leaving your lips when finally you came undone.
You were on his tongue, more so as he never relented with his licks, swirling inside of you till you were twitching and overwhelmed. He left a lingering, sweet peck to your clit and then pushed up, crawling over you, to your dazed and flushed face to kiss you again, lightly biting your lower lip and letting his tongue play against your lips before slipping in and circling yours. “Go on your side for me please baby.”
You rolled over, facing the wall and waited, feeling Hoseok sidle up to you. He’d removed his close, bare skin even hotter against yours and then he hand was lifting your thigh, manoeuvring to line himself up to you and when the head brushed and pushed in you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as Hoseok took controlling breathes, pushing in more till he was engulfed by your heat. He settled more behind you, sliding his arm under you and holding you close to his chest just as he dragged his hips back and began his slow thrusts. Your nails clawed at his arm, whines and desperate moans being pushed out of you with each of his languid strokes. You felt every part of him, his heart drumming wildly in his firm chest pressed to you, his thigh over yours as he pushed and pulled back his hips, his cock slow to fill you, slow to stretch you.
You’re acutely aware of everything, of the inches of his cock that fill you, the grooves that brush your walls with each slow stroke and Hoseok is panting in your ear, ‘Oh God’s’ leaving his mouth, ‘I love you’s’ being whispered against your neck as he speeds up and the sound of him slapping against your skin blends with the chorus of moans that leave the both of you and then he’s holding you tight, hips pressing hard, cock deeper as he releasing one long sweet melodic groan, his orgasm a mess inside of you, warm and thick and soon mixing with yours as his fingers quickly lower to your clit and rub till you're nearly rolling away from him, moans muffled in your mess of hair, against his arm, a final chorus of screams as you shudder and jerk around him.
Moments pass in blissful silence, heavy pants and his hands stroking your hair in comfort, still holding you close. He kisses the back of your head and instructs, “Stay awake for a moment.”
He leaves for your not sure how long as you try to gather yourself and fight the sleep that is more than ready to take over till the aroma of something sweet and soothing hits your nostrils. “Sit up a bit love.” He requests quietly, watching your tired muscles move slowly into a sitting position. He hands you a saucer with a small cup of tea atop of it and you’re grateful as you inhale deeply, the scent of jasmine washing over you and settling amongst the scents in your room, another thing that will remind you of what home means for you and your love Hoseok.
Title: Needle and thread
Fandom: Monsta X
Member: I.M/Changkyun
Genre/Warning: Kinktober,angstish?, smut, dom!changkyun, belt!
Summary/Request: Day 23 corset and against the wall
A/N: Gif credit to FY!Wonkyun Lord does he look like sin. I didn’t mention the corset much, but oh well?? Also, the boys call Changkyun ‘im’ as in his surname, not as in i.m :)
Word Count: 4231
Changkyun fiddled with his tie, tightening it as he stared at himself in the mirror. Suit’s weren’t really his forte; spending most of his time holed up in his box apartment usually meant loose sweatpants and sometimes a shirt depending on how hot it was, yet there he stood, velvet detailed blazer, open white shirt, fitted dress pants, shiny shoes, he was different from head to toe, even his brown hair parted neatly.
“Here goes nothing.” He mumbled, grabbing his phone and house keys before making his way out of his suite toward the company car waiting to take him to the venue.
It was the annual meeting for all the bosses to discuss the profit made, what assets to keep, get rid of, boring details smoothed over drinks and usually women. The sky was dark, stars blocked out by dark clouds, the only light shining on Changkyuns face coming from the overhead lights streaming through his windows.
“Who chose Paris?” Changkyun drawled, shutting his eyes and resting his head back against the seat.
“That would be Mr Yoo, sir. The word is that he’s managed to gain assets here.” Changkyun’s eyes shot open, a frown taking on his features. “He’s branching out to Europe? Hm, that’s interesting. God, he’s gonna gloat about that tonight.”
“I’d be willing to bet on it sir.” The driver said with a laugh.
***
The interior was an unexpected sight, considering the outside resembled ruins of an old aged castle. The walls were a deep royal purple, lights nailed to the wall and casting calming glows. The flooring was lined with a thick carpet at the entrance, stairs leading down to italian leather seats placed accordingly in their own sections, giving guests a view of the stage of what was apparently a jazz club.
“Your party is upstairs on the balcony sir.” Changkyun nodded and walked past the man when he had lifted the rope for him to enter and then went up the stairs, in brief darkness before he came out onto the balcony overlooking everything.
“I’m glad to see you’re alive.” Jooheon was the first to greet him, a drink already in his hand and a woman already on his lap.
“That makes two of us.” Changkyun said greeting his friend.
The others joined not long after, Kihyun already smirking with his glass of scotch about his latest business deal. “Do you know how much I’m worth now?”
“Won’t be worth much if you’re chewing my bullet Yoo Kihyun.” Hyungwon said slumping into his chair, tilting his head challengingly at Kihyun whose smirk was quick to disappear. Changkyun could tell Kihyun was about to quip his own snide remark, but Hyunwoo slapped his large palms down onto his thighs, “Let’s talk business then.”
The following hours were boring, Changkyun never really enjoyed these formal meetings. And his eyes began to drift toward the stage filled with spotlight on a woman. The slow jazz made you more tantalising as you began to move along to the music, hands gently holding the mic stand as you rolled your head back and around sensually, eyes barely open as you drew in the attention of every man and woman in the audience.
Changkyun felt his throat tighten when your lips fell open for the first of the notes to leave your lips, your voice smooth and low, yet holding power and soul as you began to move more with your words. His eyes following your hands that caressed your body; slow and teasing as you lifted the mic from the stand and slowly strutted along the stage. Changkyun felt entrapped by the vision of you, something chemical like making the rest of the world fade and his thighs tense, body on edge and incredibly warm. The only thing he seemed acutely aware of was you.
Your eyes suddenly found his and Changkyun stiffened, thinking it impossible for you to see him up there, but the longer he watched you the less he was convinced. You dropped low, legs spreading and knees hitting the stage as you leant your body back to release the last long note and Changkyun’s breath ceased watching how your body twisted, your corset tight against your waist, body seemingly held together by the intricately detailed material.
Before he knew it, he was blinking out of a daydream watching you bow and thank everyone for watching. Blowing a cheeky kiss, eyes darting up toward Changkyun one last time before you twisted on your heels, hair flicking out into the air and you were walking away, displaying the globes of your arse and then Changkyun noticed it, a little tattoo that he only knew on one person. No fucking way. He shot out his seat, cutting Hyunwoo off from whatever he was saying. “Im are you-”
“She’s here. I gotta go.” He rushed out, already in the mouth of the stairwell, rushing down as quickly as possible. He weaved through the seats, ignoring the comments of displeasure as he blocked people’s view from the next act. He didn’t care, he saw you, there was no doubt about it.
He was like a lost man, stumbling over his feet as he rushed around toward the back of the stage. It had been so long, you were barely recognisable, especially in your attire; the image of you on stage in that corset and stockings, not to mention a thong possessed his mind and knowing that it’s you only made him all the more determined to find you as he reached the dressing room, a security guard blocking the entrance. A large palm hovered above Changkyun’s stomach, no contact needed to heed warning to Changkyun that he could not go backstage.
“I’m a VIP guest, check with your boss and let me in.” It was rare that Changkyun was firm, voice anything but playful or sarcastic, even during business, yet now, so close to seeing you he couldn’t help the edge to his tone, the way he sounded demeaning toward the security guard who dared to stop him.
“It’s alright Pascal,” Changkyun felt the way his adam's apple bobbed as eyes drifted up to take you in for the first time in God knows how long. His eyes locked with yours, brown orbs still dark and playful and powerful enough to melt a man, to melt Changkyun. “He’s with me.”
***
Changkyun was in a daze. Your sultry voice, playful and teasing as you stalked around Changkyun like a predator, robe wrapped loosely around your stage outfit as you asked, more like commanded “Give me a ride home baby?” He was at a loss. Sure, he wanted a chance to talk with you, to let out all of his hurt and frustrations and loneliness of not having you by his side, yet he didn’t think you’d be so willing, especially when you were the one who left him.
He watched your long legs silhouetted in sheer black stockings make their way toward his car once the two of you had left the confines of the club. Your driver was waiting outside the vehicle, having a smoke in his free time which he coughed on upon seeing your familiar face. He straightened his hat, eyes wide as they flickered from you to Changkyun and back again. “M-m-m-miss, nice to um, see you again.” Your smile was wide and genuine and Changkyun realised how much he missed seeing it when you gave a cheerful reply.
“We’re taking her home.” Changkyun said, his ears feeling as if they were filled with cotton, his voice distant in his own ears.
The journey was mostly silence. You were calm and collected, straight in your seat and leg crossed, rolling your heeled foot at the ankle to soothe out the small aches. Changkyun couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He honestly couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It felt more like a vivid dream, that you were a touch away, that he could feel the heat emanating from your body.
“You look good.” You couldn’t take the silence and you weren’t so sure Changkyun could speak, you could see he was still in disbelief.
“Yeah? You should have seen me before tonight. After you left I’ve been the definition of ‘look like shit.’” A heavy sigh fell from your lips, body depressing as his barely concealed anger bit at you. “I am sorry for that. But, it was time.” You couldn’t bare to look at Changkyun, as cowardly as it was, but at least you said it, at least he knew. You had to start making him understand. “I needed to go. Yes, I left, but I didn’t leave you, not really.” You whispered, the words caught in your throat as your airways seemed to begin to close. You had never realised how hard it would be to just explain. And you never realised that Changkyun would be so hurt that he may never even take you back.
It was more tense silences, even as the car pulled up onto the driveway of your building. “Come up.” It was an invitation that you left him to decide on as you exited the car. You walked slow, breathing deeply as hope lingered inside you. Then you heard the click of the car door as he pushed it open and the subtle thud when it closed and knew he was behind. A small smile graced your face as the small hope inside bloomed.
Changkyun was silent even in the lift, even when the both of you were at your apartment door. Unlocking it you kicked off your heels and then turned, watching Changkyun’s eyes drift to the expanse of your lush apartment. “Doing well for yourself I see.” Strangely, it wasn’t a bitter remark. More of an observation. “Yes, I make good money at the club and… I’ve been in the studio a bit too. I don’t know though…” You trailed of, hanging your robe up and then turning back to Changkyun who’s chest heaved once with the sharp intake of air. “You trying to seduce me?” You blinked at him and then looked down at yourself before laughing. You look up with a tilt of your head and then bite your lip. “Maybe I am. Is it working?”
Your face pressed to the cool surface of the wall is your answer. This wasn’t your intention at all, but you couldn’t say you minded when you felt the way your body heated to Changkyun pressed against you; he fitted so easily as if he were meant to be a part of you, as if he had always been there that it was so easy for you to relax. His hot breath caressed your ear as sinful words spilled easily past his lips. “Babygirl I’m not feeling very nice tonight.” You shuddered against him, shaky and wanton when you whispered, “So don’t.”
He was quick on the uptake, hands rough in their path as he sought out the inches of your body. “God baby I missed this ass.” Changkyun growled into the back of your neck, hair gripped in his fist as he pushed your face more into the wall. The pads of his hands and the rings that decorated them melding into the skin of your arse as he tightened his grip harshly, drawing restrained whimpers from you. Changkyun shot forward, heavy breaths panting against your cheek as he spat out, “My cock especially missed it babygirl.” Your lips parted to release a stream of broken air as you felt the way your body awakened; nerves, muscles, skin reminiscing the touches of Im Changkyun and how fucking good it had felt. “Did you miss me?” He asked quietly.
The air, if possible, seemed to have solidified, formed some kind of blanket that smothered you, that stopped you from taking air, feeling a painful burn as your body screamed to breath, your airways closing for good it seemed. His knuckles stroking against your arm brought you back and you realised that your eyes had pooled with tears that you attempted to blink away, your voice choked and broken when you whispered back. “More than you would ever believe.” The silence was overwhelming after that, neither of you attempting conversation, or even moving.
It was a while before you felt his lips press to the top of your spine, a strange heat searing from the pressure he applied, your body relaxing as if his lips were a sedative. “I went crazy.” He whispered softly as his hand loosened just slightly in your hair, his fingers shifting to your waist and gently holding the dip of your body, thumb stroking. “I still am.” He suddenly growled, voice rough, but not as rough as how his hand suddenly pushed you further against the wall, both hands tightening in their position making you yelp. “You put me through hell, I’m still in hell.” He growled, ignoring your voice trying to reason with him, trying to tell you how sorry you were, still are for everything. “Changkyun.” You whispered, eyes shutting as your hair pulled back from your aching scalp. “What?” He spat. “What do you have to say that’s going to change what you did? What you put me-- What you’re still putting me through.”
Changkyun was never an angry man, not really. Despite the line of work he was involved in, it was only about the money. He didn’t like to get his hands dirty. But you knew that had changed. And you knew that, that was your fault. And you knew deep down that the only reason he’d feel this way was because despite it all he still loved you…
“I still love you,” You panted against the wall, your lips sticking as you choked out your words desperately. “A-and and nothing I say will ever change, never ever change what I did, but baby… I know you’re angry and… If you need to get it out… Well,” You squeezed your eyes shut as you considered the words you were about to say, knowing it was all kinds of wrong and wouldn’t resolve much, but it was a step forward, a step back towards each other. “You can take it out on me all you want baby.”
Changkyun let out an airy fuck and then he was on his knees, hands falling away from your hair and waist and latching onto your asscheeks. “Still love letting your body be used, huh?” His fingers pushed up your cheeks, nails sinking into your plump flesh as his teeth left stinging nips high up your inner thighs. “ah-ah for you...always.” You sighed, legs jolting a little at the little pinches his teeth made. Changkyun froze for a moment, mulling over your words; they were foreign and made his heart ache, even if the both of you were in this rather explicit position, he knew your words had a deeper meaning, he knew that you were basically giving him some kind of ownership over you, giving yourself to him.
Instead of replying he allowed the tips of his fingers to brush over your skin, over the red indents left on you, his other hand keeping a firm hold of you as you shivered at the dual feeling of his rough grip and featherlight touch. He mouth pushed light kisses over your thighs, suckling just beneath your cheeks. His fingers found the elastic that held your stockings up and pulled back to let it spring stingingly onto your skin, a startled yelp caught in your throat, before his hot tongue came out to lick away the little burning on your skin. Your thighs shook, his breath absorbed by your skin and lighting up everything inside of you as your eyes shut.
“I won’t forgive you if you do this again.” “I know.”
His lips trailed up following the curve of your arse, his nose nuzzling against your skin affectionately and then burying his face between your cheeks, both his hands cupping each one and shaking them around his face before he pulled back. “I can’t believe you wore a thong on stage.” He muttered, half amused, mostly turned on. “Flaunting yourself like that baby, you’re such a tease.” You felt relief settle in your chest at his playful words and wiggled your hips so your arse brushed his face again. “If I knew you’d be there I wouldn’t have bothered to wear anything.” Changkyun groaned, rolling his eyes as he grinned. “Total tease.”
His finger weaved under the material of your thong, hooking and pulling back, your little moans muffled through closed lips as he made your lips swallow the lace between your slit. He tilted his head for his teeth to nibble at your smooth puffy folds, tongue running in a trail of swirls as his wrist flexed to wedge the material even more against you. “Let’s see if you taste as good as I remember…” His finger smoothed the material from your slit and pulled it aside, the tip of his tongue slithering between your folds, feeling the bump of your clit as he brushed over it again and again. Your hips began to push back, your lips parting as you allow soft moans to sing into the air.
Changkyuns fingers spread your folds and allowed the roughness of his tongue to lick slow stripes, stopping just below your puckered anus, your wetness slowly dribbling out, glistening and honey-like as the tip of his tongue maneuvered in circles barely entering your hole. You sucked in air through your teeth, feeling how muscles deep in the pits of your stomach were beginning to tighten. He pulled back with a helpless moan, “Fuck you do still taste so fucking good.” Finally he was forcing his tongue into you, straining his tongue to reach inside of your tight walls , feeling how heavily your wetness stuck to his pallette. Your hand hit against the wall, a restrained squeal that made your neck tighten as his nose pushed deeper, nose nudging your anus like it were his thumb pressing against you.
Abruptly he stood up, barely time for you to register that his warmth had even left as he crushed his body into your back, hands at your hips, pulling back and trailing a hand up between your shoulder blades and pushed down so your chest pressed to the wall and your arse stuck out. “More than the pain, I was fucking starved when you left.” He rasped out, deep voice husky and rumbling against you as his hand holding your hip found your exposed folds, shifting the material of your thong out of the way running your slit once and then finding your hole to slip in. Cool rings pressed to your soft entrance as his finger reached as far as it could and you cried out, unexpected penetration that had your knees bending, pushing even more down onto him and when he slipped a second finger in you whined into the air. “It’s just fingers babygirl, don’t tell me you can’t handle this.” He grinned as he began to scissor into you, each clench of your walls soaking him with your essence, urging his fingers to slip in quicker, arse rippling from his motions.
“Please, please, please.” You gasped, a hand reaching backward and haphazardly searching for changkyun’s cock, grazing his thigh and finally finding that familiar thickness bulging beneath his suit pants. Your hand latched onto him and squeezed, moaning even more as your walls tightened impossibly, imaging that his cock was buried into you and squeezing around him till he was being milked into your cunt. “Oh God~” You cried out. Changkyun growled, ripping your arm away from him and pressing it to your lower back. “You always were cock hungry for me.” He teased, cocky and smirking into your hair as he stretched you with a third finger.
Your walls were stroked with twists and turns of fingers pushing up into you and then you were trying to bounce yourself onto his fingers, his arm tensing as he worked harder to thrust into you, your wetness making lovely squelches as he penetrated. You burned inside out, moans endless, echos bouncing off the walls and spurring changkyun on as he released your arm and slipped around you to and lowered to find your clit. You screamed, writhing against the wall as you tried to push back, his fingers pressing and rubbing as he finger fucked you till you were helplessly shaking, your orgasm breaking inside, like shattered glass as you broke into pieces of unbearable desire. “That’s it babygirl, that’s it.” He soothed, fingers never ceasing till your shaking body was reduced to twitches against the wall.
You were left breathing heavily against the wall, already feeling spent as your knees pressed into the concrete. Changkyun watched how your weakened body slumped against the wall. He smirked, pulling his leather belt from the hoop and briskly unbuckling it till he can pull it out. He unbuttoned his suit pants with haste, pulling the zipper down and pulling his cock out; it felt heavy, impossibly hard and thick as he stroked once, then twice before lining himself up with your hole. You shot up, hands bracing against the wall as the bulb of his cock ran up and down your slickness and then began to push in. “Oh fuck, God, fuck me.” You cried out, wet lips drooling against the wall as he sheathed you, not allowing you time to take him in, your tight walls barely slowing him down as he pushed deep inside of you. His head tilted back in a gasp while you became incoherent, a mix of noises and words spilling from your lips.
The way you squeezed him had you feeling every groove and protruding vein on his cock, but his didn’t allow much time before he was pulling his hips back to begin thrusting at a maddening pace. Your body shook against the wall and you cried out feeling your head almost violently snap back as something pulling you back by your neck - his belt. Changkyuns fists wrapped on each end, pulling the leather back till it pressed harshly unto your throat allowing him to push even quicker inside of you. You quickly became light headed, air slowly unable to fill your lungs as the leather was pulled harder till you were unnaturally bending backward, frantic tear filled eyes staring up and Changkyun’s face. He smirked down at you, even as he gritted his teeth to exert himself even more, even as his groans rumbled deep in his chest he pushed himself into you.
His stepped forward, your chest pressing more into the wall, Changkyun releasing one end of the belt and grasping it with his other so he could squeeze your breast hard. His hand left your breast and then his fingers were at your gaping mouth, rubbing your tongue and inner cheeks messily with his fingers, pushing deeper till your body jerked when he made you gag. He released the belt altogether, forearm round your shoulders and pushing a hand into your lower back. He squeezed you between his chest and the wall and rotated his hips in hard slow circles making you cry out repeated pleas.
“You like this baby? You like this cock?” He said into your hair. “I love it.” You gasped out as he began to thrust again, the mere shake of your whole body stirring the pleasure within you. You began to pulsate around Changkyun who moaned brokenly into your hair as you both neared breaking point.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” You gripped his forearm, nails digging into the material of his dress shirt as you turned your face in search of his lips that melded to yours, a few more thrusts before he was moaning long and low into your mouth, hips stilling deep inside, the twitch of his cock and the pulsing of your walls milking his cum, painting you white deep inside. Your own orgasm triggered, you violently shaking against both him and the wall, Changkyun holding you as securely as he could as your eyes rolled back and then you finally slumped in his arms.
The mess of post-orgasm was in fact not the mix of your cum spilling from you and running between your thighs as he pulled himself out of you, nor was it the tangle of your hair or the sweat that coated your body thickly. The mess was the tense silence, the unasked questions and even worse, the unspoken answers. The mess of thoughts and the mess of feelings muddled and painful.
“Please don’t leave me again.” Your forehead creased, a river of lines filled with pain and need to heal. Your hand found his, gripping tightly, almost as desperate as his broken tear filled voice that had your heart clenching in a painful ache. You forced your tired and weakened body to turn in his arms, fingers finding themselves slipping through the fine soft strands of brown and then your lips hovered against his to whisper a broken and promising “Never.”
Soft kisses and tender touches were the beginnings of sewing the torn pieces of you and Changkyun back together. And you knew that no matter what happened, you’d be willing to mend yourself and him over and over again.
Title: Feel alive
Fandom: Monsta X
Member: Hyungwon
Genre/Warning: Kinktober, smut, dom!hyungwon, toys, anal play
Summary/Request: Day 30 - Toys
A/N: MY FIRST HYUNGWON SMUT ALSJFLAKSF I haven’t proof read cos I’m not fucked if it doesn’t make sense lol
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Word Count: 2438
Blood red lips melded against his, no way of telling if the colour was the stain of your lipstick or from the teeth that sunk into them hungrily. Your wrist was caught in his long, boney fingers that held you against the wall as his head sought for your neck, feeling the small pulsing beneath your skin as your body became lost to his lips.
“Fuck, I’d happily die if I knew you were to take me away.” He groaned, soft and in adoration against your skin as thick lips began to part for his teeth to pull at. “And I’d happily die knowing my body was being used for you.”
Perhaps you both were taking Halloween a little too seriously. A strange unintentional roleplay coming about when you both eyed up each other dressed in full costume. He had chosen the overused dracula, black hair slicked back, defining the high rise of his cheekbones, plump lips crusted with fake blood, almond eyes that encased cherry brown iris’ were dark pools, as if staring into an endless black hole empathised by the paling makeup painted beneath his eyes and of course, fangs. You on the other hand were less typical, but typical at the same time. A grim reaper, with a sexy twist. Cape tied around your neck, velvet hood that kept you mysterious, in fact the only thing that was kept a mystery as a leather leotard fitted your body. Accompanied with thigh high boots you were a guaranteed soul stealer. It wasn’t much of a surprise when heated stares drew the both of you together like magnets and you were pushed against a wall to succumb to the desires of your boyfriend, Hyungwon.
His breath fanned your skin, a near silent groan as his desire increased by the tenfold. His mouth found yours again, messy open mouthed kisses and swirls of tongue as red painted you both. Your hands effectively immobile in his grip left you no choice but to draw your knee up to press against his cock. He groaned in surprise, his cock hardening quickly in its confines, now desperate for attention as it suffocated in his boxer briefs. But, it wasn’t long before he registered your sly movements, a growl growing from deep inside him and pushing past his lips to rumble against your neck.
You were turned to be pressed into the wall in little to no time, no words needed as he pressed his fingers into your lower back and teeth found the lobes of your ear to nibble on instead. He breathed heavily as he drew whines from your lips, his own seeking what skin he could that wasn’t covered by your cape.
“You seem eager tonight baby.” He finally commented after sucking a colourful bruise onto your skin. You tried to push back, his hands holding you firmly, knowing your attempts to feel him against you, to tease him further into a maddening state he could no longer take. “I think you should learn about patience.” He pulled away, the goosebumps immediate as his warmth left quickly and you pushed away from the wall, turning just to watch him walking away to the other side of your bedroom.
Childish as it was, you stomped your foot. “Hyungwon~” You whined, dragging his name longer than needed, already making your way over to him. Your arms curled his slim waist, easily slithering around his front for your hands to tease over. You tiptoed, even in heels you couldn’t reach his ear, and let your lips graze him, to catch your naughty whispers, “It’s not my fault I want your cock to fuck me till my body goes limp.” Your lips pulled back in a sly grin feeling the way his muscles tensed and then he gently removed your arms, making you take a small step back to allow him to turn to you. When he did a small gasp left your lips.
“Why…”
The smirk that curled his lips was malicious, terrifyingly hot as he tilted his head to reveal the object dangling from his finger; your eyes trailed down the thread that held three silver balls, a rush of heat spreading over you when your eyes flickered up to his filled with mischievous and desire.
“Go and bend over the bed baby, keep your arse up for me.” Only after taking in a shaky breath did you turn toward your bed, body bending forward and hands sinking into the plushness of your mattress as you held yourself up.
Hyungwon admired the view. Your cape teasingly covered your arse, bare legs pretty and smooth as he allowed his fingers to stroke the backs of your thighs. He flicked your cape aside and drifted his fingertips over the globes of your arse not held within the material of your leotard. His fingers pushed beneath the material, possessively squeezing the skin before he removed his hand altogether. He turned back toward your chester drawers and seeked out the ever helpful lube kept beneath both your garments. He flung it to the bed and lowered to his knees as nimble fingers unclasped the buttons that held the leotard together.
Air cooled your heated center for but a short moment before Hyungwon was pressing his lips delicately to your bare folds. He caressed them with smooth motions of his lips before his tongue made way to part them, your warmth melding with his as his tongue slid easily up and down your slit in languid movements. His square jaw locked as his lips closed around your clit, pants breaking into helpless moans as he hummed around your sensitive bud. His lips parted with an affectionate lick, before he was kissing up toward your anus, tongue firm as it swirled the sensitive ring.
“Oh, won…” You couldn’t bring yourself to form anything longer, the moan of his name enough to let him know that you felt undeniably good as your head fell forward, fingers curling into the creasing bedsheets.
He let saliva dribble from his lips, his tongue picking it up to play with it against your anus, your ring shining and puckered, growing increasingly sensitive as his teeth nipped at your inner cheeks, tongue played at the sensitive spot below, before drawing back up to push the tip of his tongue in barely.
Hyungwon stood and then reached for the lube and squeezed a decent amount onto one of his long, thin fingers and watched the way your hole barely expanded and closed repeatedly when he rubbed the tip of his finger into its entrance. He took his time to stretch you, to allow his finger to slide further in, gentle and pleasurable movements as he slowly twisted and pulled half his finger into you, a small cry tearing from your lips when he suddenly slid in knuckle deep. He watched with hooded eyes and resisted palming himself off as images of cumming over your arse, white spurts painting you like a pretty painting as pulled his finger out to apply lube to two fingers.
He rubbed almost in a tickling motion against your hole before he pushed in again, the stretch more noticeable, but not difficult as the lube allowed his to slide easier into you. He continued up to three fingers, your hips pushing back onto his slow, almost lazy movements and when he attempted a forth your breath caught and you locked up. “Won,” You said breathless, caution in your voice. “I know love, trust me.” Again, he allowed you time and ensured that he had used plenty of lube. The burning sensation felt good as his fingers filled you, pushing and pulling in slow wet movements. He turned the fingers inside you, till his thumb directed downward and then he pressed the rough pad against your clit, a sudden fire coursing through you as you moaned louder, feeling more desperate as his pressed, fingers continuing its push and pull.
“I think you’re ready baby.” He said softly, pulling his fingers out slowly and carefully, watching how you gaped momentarily. His hands sought the beads and inspected the largest bead, before coating it with lube. You shivered and whined feeling the cool and wet metal press to you and prepared yourself with calming breathes as Hyungwon began to push it against your hole. The sensation differed to his fingers and you tensed as the ball stretched you all round, your hole swallowing the globe inside.
He allowed you a moment to gather your wearings, the weight odd, yet filling before he lubed up the next smaller ball, his fingers reach inside to push the ball further along, dragging the other with it as he managed to slip it in. The last was the easiest, yet had you squirming as the first ball was pushed deeper, weighing against a sensitive point inside.
“Such a pretty girl.” he breathed out as he pulled your cheeks apart in awe of your anus stretched and filled with the beads. He enured that the end still hung out for him to remove later.
Your pussy shined, your wetness a natural lube that coated your slit. Hyungwon’s fingers played with it in slow caresses before he turned away. “Don’t move.”
For some reason, a fantasy materialized before him of you filled with toys, and as his fingers reached inside for a pinky sized vibrator he was sure to carry it out tonight.
His hand rested on your arse cheek as he bent down to lick quickly at your hole, the sudden sensation jolting you and ripping moans from your lips, arm slipping as you fell more onto the bed. You were generous, feeding his mouth with your sweet essence as he wiggled his tongue inside, long and thick muscle stroking at your pleasure nerves and making your teeth clench.
He pulled back, not bothering with his fingers as he tested pushing the tip of the vibrator in. He was slow and gentle, allowing your body time to accept the intrusion.
The bullet slid in eventually, your walls clamping around the foreign object that was still inside you.
“let’s go.”
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The taxi ride was quiet, with your side pressed to Hyungwon’s and his fingers stroking your hair. You were so content and comfortable watching the flash of yellow pass over and over from the streetlamps that you barely registers the subtle hum inside you.
It was seconds before Hyungwon was adjusting the setting a little higher, the tail of your spine rolling inward, a shaky gasp of shock puffing from your lips and then Hyungwon drift his hand from your hair to grasp your hip closer to him as his mouth turned into your hair with a grin.
“And that’s, as you know, not even close to the highest setting baby.”
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You hand was warm in his, but then again, you were beginning to feel warm all over. The crisp, almost frosty air bit into your bare skin quickly, breath forming smoke with each exhale as you approached the door of your friends home.
In perfect Halloween fashion, the door bore a hanging dead body, a fist sized puncture in its chest where the peep hole was. You pressed a finger to the webby bell and waited mere moments before you were greeted with the warm smile of your friend Hyeri.
“damn, you guys look hot.” She pecked your cheek, hand on your lower back, just the slight pressure pushing down was enough to make you clench your eyes shut, before you pulled back with an enthusiastic smile.
“Couldn’t have you showing us up. The place looks great.” You observed as she hugged Hyungwon.
“You expected anything less?” Then you were whisked away, past the small hall way and opening the door concealing crowds of zombies, mummies and the like.
You both to quick to blend with the crowd, Hyungwon's hands on your hips as you made your way through the masses. You turned toward him with a toothy smile and began to fall into the fast pace beat of the music.
The two of you head banged, hands in the air as you screamed out the lyrics of remixed throwbacks, but then your face changed, the jumping around and the noticeable bass shifting the balls inside of you, pressing down against the bullet, that was just big enough inside to make you feel doubly full.
Hyungwon caught on, teeth licking at his fake fangs as your hands came up to curl into his shirt, a wild look in your eye as you felt how your bare pussy rubbed against the leather, now wet and slightly uncomfortable.
Hyungwon reached into his pocket and smirked at you as he quickly turned up the settings dangerously high, all at once.
You fell against him, Hyungwon’s hands already grasping your lower back tightly, an innocent smile on his face as you shook in his arms, kept tucked to his body and unnoticeable to anyone else.
Your whimpers were muffled against his shirt, now stained red, your lipstick smeared as you moaned heavily into his chest, hips jerking here and there as if to the beat of the music, when in reality the vibrator was making your walls convulse, your muscles spasming as pleasure consumed you.
Hyungwon’s hand rubbed circles over your lower back and then you turned around, arm crossing your shoulders to hold you to him as he reached into his pocket, increasing the setting to the max.
Your jaw dropped open, broken screams and moans drowned out by the music and chatter, your eyes squeezing shut as your back bowed off Hyungwons chest, arse pushing against his crotch. Hyungwon’s lips found your ear to nibble as he began to grind against you, keeping hold of your jerking body, a hand rubbing circles over your tummy.
Feeling the way he pushed against your backside, and the way his hand applied pressure to your abdomen had you shaking even more in his hold and it wasn’t long before your head fell forward, hair curtaining your face as you came, long and tense, body locked up in never ending spasms that had you gasping for air, even as Hyungwon gradually lowered the settings, eventually turning it off as you rode it out.
You were still twitching and in a daze when you were turned in Hyungwon’s arms, immediately slumping against him. He brushed hair away from your ear and lowered his lips to whisper huskily, “We need to find a bed, or any surface really where I can fuck you till you’re limp baby”
Title: Work Hard, Play Hard
Fandom: Monsta X
Member: Shownu/Hyunwoo
Genre/Warning: Kinktober, smut, rough blowjob in the office
Summary/Request: Day 8: deep-throating
A/N: This suit *shivers* This is not as good as when I was loosing my shit in chat.
Word Count: 1413
Your heels echoed the expanse of the corridor all the way into Hyunwoo’s office; the sound mocked you, the noise a similar to the pounding of your heart in the quiet. You watched his broad back adorned with a beautiful detailed blazer that made him look so delicious and lick your dry lips shutting his office door behind you.
Hyunwoo was quite, impassive even as he settled in his leather seat. Your breath stuttered taking in the view. Hyunwoo, big and dark, sitting in his equally big and dark seat, ceiling to floor glass windows, picturesque view of the city in the background. Hyunwoo leant back in his seat, regarding you for a moment with a tilt of his head before swivelling his seat away from you, to face out the window.
You were only slightly hesitant when you walked meekly over toward him. You stood at his side, eyes flitting outside to the view of the cityscape before looking back at Hyunwoo. He’s so beautiful, too beautiful.
Your hand rested atop his chair and then you knelt down beside him, till you were on your knees by his legs. Your hands came up to run up his thigh; much too thick for your hand to grasp properly as your fingers ran along his clothed muscle. You shifted around till your between his spread legs, licking your lips at the bunched material of his suit pants. Your eyes flickered up, his eyes already on yours, merely watching as your hand palmed him over the material in hard and slow frictious movements. Your other hand ran up his thigh, then past his open blazer over his shirt, his stomach and chest all firm muscle; you shivered thinking about his big built body.
He was all too calm, His hands resting on his chair arms, head tilted down at you with soft eyes that followed your movements. His breathing was even, and he sat there doing nothing but watching you as if you weren’t on your knees for him.
Your mouth kissed along his inner thighs as your hands found the button of his slacks, pulling the zip down slowly. The teeth of the zip fell away, his silk black boxers hiding what you wanted so desperately. You balanced yourself on his thighs as you leant upwards, your mouth coming closer to boxers. Your fingers slipped through the little slit, opening and then maneuvering his cock out. It flopped in your warm hands and your mouth didn’t hesitate to dip down and lick a stripe from his base to his tip, mouth latching onto the thick bulb, moaning as your tongue seeks out the slit and pushes against it. A hand grasps his balls, the soft skin of his scrotum massaged in your fingers while your other hand begins to fist tightly from his based up to where your lips have sucked him in. Your lips soon follow your hand downwards, cock slipping more and more into his mouth until soon you're forcing your throat to relax as he hits that soft spot at the back of your mouth.
Your mouth comes back up and you're releasing a trail of spit over his tip that slid down his hardening girth. You twisted your wrist in motion with your twisting head as your sought more of his cock, your lips stretching as he got increasingly harder, increasingly thicker.
His cock was getting so thick, growing in length so quickly and your jaw was beginning to ache. Your eyes stayed on Hyunwoo’s, but his, his had strayed, watching the cityscape, barely paying you any mind and you whimpered your annoyance, but knowing deep down he just wanted to make your work for it.
Both your hands held the base of his cock and your spit slipped from your lips, dribbling down his cock with each motion of your mouth, his lubed cock allowing your to slip quicker and quicker. Your throat began to make a noise as his cock constantly stabbed at the softness and then you took a breath and forced your head down, eyes watching him, or trying as they they watered when his cock slipped into the back of your throat. He was so big, so thick and you loved it so much.
Hyunwoo’s fingers twitched in its place; you wouldn’t be able to tell, so focused on wanting his eyes to look down at how hard you’re working for his cock, for him, but he was slowly losing it inside, loving the feeling of how warm and wet and how his cock filled your throat, how he blocked any air possible when he slipped down it. Your nose nestled into his bed of curls, pushing yourself against his pubis as he filled your throat, a violent retch as you choked around him.
You pull off of him, breathing heavily, mouth gaping, lower lip shiny and messy with strings of saliva as your teary eyes look up at him trying to catch your breath. Hyunwoo calmly took a hold of his cock, stroking it slowly and lightly and then a big hand carded through your hair and forced your head to rest to the side of his thigh. He tapped his cock against your face, the hit you harder with it making your eyes blink in a flinch. Your mouth remained open and then he guided his cock into your mouth, keeping your head rested firmly against him and then for the first time he moved. Thick muscles taut as his hips raise to fuck into your mouth. Your dribble spills out over your chin and then hes dragging your head up by the hair and a shiver locks you up when he smiles: “Don’t make a mess on my suit,” he says, thick thumb stroking your messy bottom lip. To anyone, that smile is warm and welcoming, but it’s cold and you know it. A whimper is his reply.
You sit up ready to take his cock back into your mouth, but Hyunwoo can be playful and he just loves teasing you as he moves his cock around, enjoying how your mouth chases after it like some cockhungry whore, he knows how greedy you are for his cock, for him.
Suddenly Hyunwoo stands, his cock slipping deep into your throat as he does and you’re so unprepared as your fingers scratch at his hip bones and the tops of his thighs, a desperate moan vibrating against his sensitive nerves. He looms over you as he roughly and quickly walks with you buried on him toward the window and you cry out around him when your head bangs against the glass. Hes large hand grips the underside of your chin and holds you in place as he begins to fuck deep in your throat, your hands finding purchase on his shirt as you were helpless to the incessant movements of his hips fucking your mouth. You’re cheeks were flushed and tears spilt down your face heavily, hair a mess, you were a mess. And you were about to be even more so.
“Lift your skirt.” His voice was soft yet gruff and it took you a moment to register the command before weak and shaky fingers pulled your skirt him. You were suddenly harshly gagging as his he bent over and his hand pushed the back of your head impossibly deeper, your body convulsing, stomach muscles tense.
He releases your head so his hands can reach down and rip your tights apart, thonged ass exposed as he spreads your cheeks apart and backs you against the window till your throbbing cunt is pressed to the cool glass.
Your eyes begin to slip shut just as he hold you in place against the window to fuck your mouth, but he won’t have that, the pads of his thumbs literally pulling your lids upwards, your tear filled eyes rolling back as he hold them open and then finally he grunts out, a sexy deep grunt that has you gushing in your pants and his hips still, deep in your mouth and you choke violently around him, a mix of his thick cum and your saliva a dirty mix that spills over your stretched lips.
Hyunwoo stumbles back into his seat, his cum falling from your lips, dripping from his cock to the floor. He sits, with spread legs, face no longer impassive as he says with a smile and reddened cheeks, “Clean up your mess baby.”
Title: Smile For The Camera
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/Pairing: I.M - Changkyun
Genre/Warning: Kinktober , smut, camera!boy Changkyun, solo, anal play
Summary/Request: Day 18: Leather and masturbation
A/N: Don’t expect much lol
Word Count: 1404
Relief wasn’t the right word to express how Changkyun felt when he had finally clocked off from work that evening. His legs ached, body both physically and mentally drained as he zipped up his hoodie and sluggishly left his workplace and made the short walk to his apartment at a rather slow pace.
It was nearing 8:30 PM and Changkyuns tongue pushed into his cheek as he tried to organise his time in his mind. He usually finished at 8PM, which gave him an hour to prepare for his next job, but he’d have to make do with the time given if he wanted to get paid.
When he opened the door to his apartment, his mind had turned off any thoughts of the four walls, the beeping sound signalling the fries were ready, the smell of burgers and onions, the stifling heat of the kitchen had all faded away to make room for the calming tones of his home and that oddly comforting smell of febreeze and the detergent he’d used when he put clothes to dry before work this morning.
Instead of pacing slowly like he normally would Changkyun let his bag thud on the ground and stripped himself of his clothes en route to the bathroom. He hands reached out for the taps of his shower, turning the water on and letting it jet over his hand as he fiddled with the temperature and once satisfied quickly jumped inside to have one of the fastest showers of his life.
From then it was rushing to get dry and get the relevant clothes out. He also set up his laptop and logged onto the website, ready to start at 9PM. He took a deep breath making sure the space he used for his job was clean as usual. Changkyun left for his bedroom, running the towel over his body quickly and furiously scrubbing at his hair with it before flinging it onto his bed. He picked up the leather trousers and pulled them up which is actually much more difficult to do after showering and then leaving it unbuttoned as he picked up the leather jacket. He checked himself out as he eyed himself up. The leather fitted against the shape of his thighs nicely and his skin tone contrasted nicely to the black of his leather jacket, especially looked nice with how it teased at his bare torso. The finished touches were him pulling on the thick, heavy black lace up leather boots and finally the piece de resistance, his leather gloves. Ruffling up his hair into a sexyily messed style he left and went back toward his work room and sat on the seat positioned in front of the camera.
“It’s showtime.” Changkyun mumbled, eyes flitting over the screen as he clicked the ‘go live’ button. The views were already at 322 - Changkyun was a regular and always on time, he’d gained a bit of a following since starting and knew that soon it would go up by double the amount of views.
He sat back in his seat, taking a subtle deep breath as he let his mind switch over to his other side, his sexy side and that’s what many of his customers would say during the shows. Changkyun smirked as he cockily sat back, letting himself become immersed in his role and then, he ran his hands down the expanse of his thighs and did his usual greeting to his viewers. “Hi everyone, thanks for tuning in and hope you enjoy watching me get off.” He ran a gloved finger through his hair, musing it even more and licked his lips slowly as people began to comment in the chats, his computer dinging each time people sent him money.
Changkyun got right to it, he wasn’t into prolonging, especially when he was making himself cum and getting paid to do so. He pulled out his soft cock with his balls, the tight leather giving some stability. His eyes were sultry as they looked into the camera, his hand raising to his lips for teeth to pull his hand out of the leather glove and fling it to the side. He held the base of his cock with his gloved hand and clasped at this soft length with the other. He started slowly, building himself up, brows subtle creasing and lips parting as the softness of his hand melded with his cock that was slowly hardening. Changkyun looked up at the camera, bucking his hips up into his hand with a whine and then rolling his hips as he fisted his cock with a slow and hard movements. “So good.” Husky voice soft and he spoke to his viewers.
He bought up his gloved hand, moaning out as he used both hands to fist his cock, the two very different frictions stimulating him in a way that had his thighs tensing. Changkyun shoved his leather pants down and then completely off, raising a leg to rest his foot on the arm of the chest. The dings became more incessant when his position revealed his anus as well as his lengthy cock. His teeth clenched, air sucked in as he twisted his wrists in different directions, the rhythm had him becoming stiff, the veins of his cock bulging as his tip dribbled.
His gloved hands drifted lower to massage his balls, his other forming a ring around his base before coming up tightly. Changkyun released little whimpers and groans, his head falling this way and that as his brows creased in both concentration and pleasure. He reached forward, messily grabbing the bottle of lube on the end of his table, releasing himself altogether so he could flip the cap open and squeeze onto his fingers.
The cold liquid made his brow tick when his fingers circled the dollop onto his anus; he felt how his hole tensed, shrivelling and relaxing as his fingers rubbed the ring in wet, smooth circles before he experimentally pushed the tip of his index in. “Hmm, yes.” He moaned out, feeling his finger being squeezed as he pushed in deeper, feeling that familiar burning sensation. He bought his finger out and then with two wet fingers pushed in, hooking his fingers at the bend as he rubbed the length of his cock harder, the leather feeling rough and delicious against him.
His moans came often now, as were his fingers urgent when they began to push and twist inside of him, going in deeper as his messily stroked his cock. “Do you like this?” He hissed, head falling back. Changkyun felt more adventurous and pulled his fingers from himself, this time putting the lube on his leathered fingers. He bit his lip, grinning impishly at the camera when he pushed the hard and almost scaly material into himself. It was rough and the material inside of him felt odd, yet turned him on beyond belief as it played the nerves inside of him in a very different way. “Fuck.” He groaned, adding another finger with difficulty, his fingers thicker than normal with the gloves.
He found a rhythm and began to pump his cock faster, digging his fingers deeper into himself to find that spot that has him squealing. His eyes rolled back, mouth releasing a chorus of “fuck,fuck,fuck” as the pleasure began to take over, the muscles of his stomach tensing, his body quivering as he yelled, “AH!” hips raising of his seat as he lost balanced and impaled even further on his fingers, a broke cry releasing his lips as finally he came, spurts of his cum dribbling down his chest and his cock like an ice cream treat that his views stared at, wanting to gobble up.
Changkyun croaked out a “thank you” when he found the strength to pull his fingers from himself. He didn’t trust his legs to support him, so he slid the chair closer to his desk and smiled for the camera. “I hope you all enjoyed and thank you for your support! I will see you again in a couple days, till then…” And then he cutely waved to the camera before hitting end. He slumped back in his seat feeling tired, but oh so satisfied. Who knew leather could do such wonders?
Title: Shaped For Me
Fandom: Monsta X
Member: Wonho/Hoseok
Genre/Warning: Kinktober, smut, Forniphilia (Human Furniture), Rimming, minor branding
Summary/Request: Day 2: Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
In which Hoseok makes the perfect table
A/N: So, I found out about Kinktober late and also just found out what forniphilia is and I’ve probably wrote it horribly and this is probably boring and its also barely smut but if anyone reads, enjoy!
Word Count: 1432
“Remember the signals?” Hoseok blinked up at you, mouth stretched around the ball of his gag before nodding in affirmation. Your fingers drew closer to his face, cupping his cheek gently as you smiled. “Good boy.”
Your heeled feet circled him, watching him, making sure he was positioned to your liking, as sturdy as a table. His knees must have ached from its position; calfs bound by rope to the thickness of his thighs, feet in the air, his body stretched out, made to be as straight and flat as possible, his arms sturdy and keeping him upright. His head bowed inward toward his chest.
He looked so beautiful like this; a fully capable man being reduced to, as laughable as it sounds, an inanimate object. But, you felt honoured of how he was so subservient toward you; you had built up mutual trust, both emotionally and physically in the months of being together, and he had no qualms in participating in this little act for you. He trusted you.
You settled on the sofa and then, brought your legs up, resting on his back as if he were a real table. You turned on the TV, not even paying him any mind as you settled on a programme. Hoseok was careful not to move or to even make a sound, only his soft breaths being released. He tried steadying his breath, his air flow restricted from his position, but he could handle it for the moment.
You sat through the whole hour of the programme, impressed when the credits rolled on the screen that you hadn’t felt hoseok move at all. You removed your feet from him, noting the reddening area of where you had rested on him, and sat up, reaching a hand forward to run along the skin of back, the muscles bunched and tense. “All good baby boy?”
Hoseok gave the signal that you allowed him; the only time he was able to make any movements and smiled softly. He really was a good boy.
Your fingers lightly trailed around his back, goosebumps trailing his back and you heard the subtle change in Hoseok’s breathing. You watched how his muscles ticked, you felt how the planes of his back was smooth and firm, his muscles tensed to stabilize himself. You shifted onto the floor, knees burying into the plush carpet as you lowered your lips to his skin, lightly grazing your teeth, suckling and licking at reddening skin. Hoseok had begun to struggle.
It was harder to breath as his chin pressed to his neck, he was unable to swallow the saliva building in his mouth as the gag stretched his lips, allowing his drool to run out the sides of his thick lips. His legs were aching long ago, knees red and sore from its position, the rope biting into his skin with each passing minute, but, he loved it, all of it. Your lips pulled away from his skin and he tried to suppress the shudder than raked through him.
You rose to stand, your shadow casting over Hoseok and he badly wanted to look up at you standing over him, at how he was at your feet, vulnerable for you.
“Hmm, tea sounds good right now.” As you turned on your heels Hoseok sucked in a breath, he knew what that meant and he felt the twinges of arousal stir in his stomach. Use me to the fullest.
Hoseok shifted his head on slightly to watch you from his peripheral. Your long legs, seemingly longer in those heels were strong and calculated, your arse shapely and bared, the black lace disappearing between your cheeks as you strutted toward the kitchen.
Glasses clinked, knocking against each other while you raided your cupboards. You flicked the switch on the kettle after filling it with water and waited for it to boil. As you waited you grabbed a knife and approached Hoseok. You cut the binds on his legs, letting them drop to the floor, quickly squeezing at the flesh to get his blood going. Hoseok didn’t say anything, even when you patted his head and he felt warm and safe, knowing you’d look after him. You left his legs like that and then walked back to the kitchen, leaving the knife on the counter as you made your tea.
When you came back Hoseok was in the same position. You tilted your head, looking at his face tucked in. How it was slowly reddening. Placing the tea on the floor, you squatted down and then lifted his face up toward you, your fingers went behind his head and unclasped the gag, letting it fall away from his face, thick trails of spit strung between his lips and the gag. You stroke his cheeks and lips, “Breathe.” You tell him and watch as he gulps in air, once, twice, three times, “stop.” You bought the ball gag up and refitted it, clasping it in place again before patting his head. “Good boy.” Hoseok’s head resumed its position and you stood, reaching down to carefully grab your tea.
When you sat, your feet came up to its original position on Hoseok’s back, and while it was impressive how steady Hoseok held himself, you wanted to see how good he could be. You bent your knees so your heels could dig into your table and sipped on your tea, smirking when Hoseok made the smallest of noises at the back of his throat. Hoseok resisted twitching or cowering away as the sharpness dug into him, he also resisted moaning as his cock began to twitch.
You drank some more tea, watching the hot steam waft from the cup before sighing and reaching forward to place on your table. Hoseoks eyes widened, he was waiting, but still feeling the heat hover over his skin made him want to flinch. When you placed the cup down initially he didn’t feel too bad, but as the cup balanced and settled onto his skin Hoseok tried biting around the ball, feeling the heat bite into his skin, almost branding him. Hoseok visibly shivered thinking that you branded his skin and before he could push it down he felt your heel dig harsher into him. “Why, my table is a little unbalanced.” You relieved the pressure of your heel and then stood, walking behind him and kneeling down as if inspecting.
“I wonder if it’s broken?” Your nails trailed up his thighs to the cheeks of his arse, stinging red lines left on his skin. “It is a bit wobbly…” You trailed off shaking his cheeks around. Hoseok’s chest subtly heaved faster at your touch, wanting to push his hips back toward you, almost forgetting about the tea on his back.
Your hands spread his arse cheeks, eyes trailing his shrivelled hole and then down his hanging balls and swollen cock choked by the ring. “I wonder why…” A hand releasing his soft cheek and two fingers trail over his hole, almost in wonder and follow down, over his perineum, over his scrotum and then finally, fingers follow down his twitching cock. Your lips neared his skin, tongue licking the smooth expanse of his cheek, then teeth sinking in easily, Hoseok’s toes curling at the sensation. Your tongue licked as close to his rim as possible, the muscle clenching, especially when you pulled back to blow light air on it. Hoseok let out an unintentional whimper when your nails dug even hard into his cheeks and your tongue licked just above his balls.
His noise had you pausing, leaning back on your heels, touch leaving him all together. Hoseok resisted whining out, resisted begging, because he knew that would definitely not get what he wanted.
You huffed. “A bit creaky too. Let me see how sturdy it is… may need a new one…” You spoke to yourself and stood. Hoseok braced himself as you threw a leg on the other side of his back and then settled down on him like some kind of animal. You began rolling your hips, your pussy grinding onto the expanse of his taut back. “Hmm, still seems pretty strong.” And then you rolled harder, “Hmmm.” Hoseok felt your weight push down on your palms and when he felt your fingers run through his hair he made the signal so you knew he was still okay. Your hand reached down and slipped into the band of your underwear, tips of your fingers finding your gushing hole. “Fuck… I’m soaked.” And this time Hoseok moaned out.
