#sub changkyun

but they’re not here right now, you have him now. he’s a million times more docile and giving, and he’ll actually kiss you back. your thoughts may be clouded with them, an obsession filling your mind, but he’s in your arms right now, and he’s not going anywhere.

“changkyun,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his neck, leaving a trace of lip gloss that’s just so pretty to look at.

“you- won’t you call me baby? sweetheart? why just my name?” he asks, probably not even realizing he’s pouting. he’s cute.

he’s so cute and that’s the problem. he’s adorable and attractive and every second he’s in your vicinity is another second he has to make you fall for him.

“you’re not my lover,” you say.

“i am for right now,” he smiles, almost somberly, “whether or not it’s my name you’ll call in the morning, address me sweetly now, please.”

it’s almost easy to give in to his demands, cupping his cheek with one hand as you hold him close, “alright, baby,” and he hums approvingly.

“can i make you feel good?” he asks, knowing when you blink, you’ll see them, you’ll imagine it was them pleasing you, but it’s not like that matters right now. they’re not here, and he has you right now; that’s all he cares about.

you lead him to the bed, and your clothes disappear in seconds, recklessly abandoning them knowing you’ll find them in the weirdest places tomorrow. he rests his head against your thigh peacefully, kissing the skin of your inner thigh sweetly. he’s teasing you, sure, but it’s kind and soft and it’s almost docile how tentative he looks.

“sweetie,” you murmur warningly, and it takes nothing more to get him to stop teasing and get on with it. he eats you out with a certain kind of vigor that feels unreal. thoughts of your lover are heavy but they start to dissipate slowly when you see his dark hair, running your fingers through it as he pleases you.

it’s easy to think about how they’d rest their head in your lap, kiss your hip bone, look up at you with those eyes that you just can’t forget. they’d call your name so desperately and following them anywhere was just instinctual.

but it’s just as easy to think about how changkyun has a desperation of his own to enjoy you while he has you with him. it creates a certain feeling in your stomach that’s hard not to love.

“oh, baby-” you start to say, but he pulls away just enough to speak.

“i’m sorry,” he groans, “i’m sorry, i take it back. please say my name.”

“changkyun,” you whisper, “you’re making me feel so- so good.”

“forget about them for just a moment. they don’t matter right now, okay? it’s just you and me, just us two,” all the seconds he spends talking are seconds he’s not spending with his head between your legs, “when you cum, can you think of me? can you think of how good i made you feel?”

and before you could tell him to stop talking, he’s already back to it, and all the feelings come rushing back. he continues at it relentlessly, like a starved man who can’t get enough of you. he even moans himself as he eats you out, so turn on from pleasing you. he’s so aroused he’s becoming uncomfortable, but he genuinely can’t care about that at this moment. all that matters is you’re gasping and breathing so heavy and he knows it’s coming. his jaw becomes tired, but that’s not a problem he has the luxury of time to worry about.

and then it happens. he can tell from the way you move a bit uncontrolled and the way you hold his head so tightly against you, practically grinding against his face. he wishes he could see your face, try to imprint it in his mind so when you run back to them, he would still remember what it was like when you were his for just a night.

the second you let him go to catch your breath is the moment he stops to take everything in. you’re just so perfect to him that he can’t fathom this night ever ending. he doesn’t want to fall asleep and wake up with you not here.

“i’ll return the favor, just give me a second,” you mumble breathlessly, “that was incredible.”

the next thing he knows (he spent a lot of time just watching you, so he's a little out of it), he's under you with you straddling his hips.

“hi,” he breathes nervously at the new position, and you smirk at how off guard he looks.

“hi,” you respond, resting your hands on his chest partly for balance and also so that you can hold him down, “it’d be unfair to not help you out when you’re all hot and bothered, wouldn’t it?”

“a little bit, yeah,” he says. his bluntness is almost humorous.

“then let me take care of that.”

the last of his clothing comes off quickly as you touch him softly just to tease him. he shifts desperate, finally showing how needy you truly have him. it all happens in a blur, a long blur because all the time you spent teasing felt like hours, but a blur indeed.

“don’t think about them,” he whispers as you finally settle on him, waiting for just a second to adjust before making any movements, “think about me. i may not be them, but when you kiss me i kiss you back and i may not know you the way they do, but they’re not here. i’m here and i-”

“you’re talking too much,” you murmur, starting to move to try and get him to shut up a little bit. it works. he closes his eyes and takes it all in. he moans lowly, breathing heavily as you take him away, moving even quickly just to get reactions out of him. he’s already so worked up that it takes virtually no effort to get him close. but the closer he gets is the closer you are to leaving. he can’t help but want you and he just can’t have you for more than now and it makes him ache.

even as he cries out that he’s cumming, it’s not as satisfying as he wants it to be. and it’s because he was right. in the morning, he wakes up alone in his bed. it feels too big by himself, and he’s swallowed up by the sheets as he calls out for the one that stole his heart, and he cries wishing he had theirs in return.

you push him onto his bed with force, and it shakes his entire being as you look down upon him like a predator would look at its prey, “you’re beautiful like this,” you murmur, taking a step towards the bed as he props himself up on his elbows.

“like what?” his voice is low, but like a soft low, almost like a whisper, a silent plea for mercy. he doesn’t know if he even wants your mercy.

“it’s hard to describe. it’s the look on your face,” you finally join him on the bed, straddling him with your finger traces his jaw, “it’s the tremble of your lip,” you lean in closer, pressing a kiss to the edge of his lips, feeling the shaky breaths escape him, “it’s the way i know you want me.”

his head dips back, showing you his pretty jaw, as he reflects on his feelings. you weren’t wrong, but he wishes you were. he knows the pain that comes with wanting you and yet he still does. it’s a kind of torment that he can’t help but want, “touch me, please,” his voice is breathy, he feels weak.

but you do so, leaving him aching and aching for more, and he lets himself fall back on the bed to pull you down closer to him, holding you firmly by the shoulders as he pulls you in for a kiss. it’s not one of love, but absolute desperation on his end. he likes the way you taste, in every single sense. your touch wanders around, unbuttoning or moving his clothing in any way necessary to get your hands on his skin.

he moans into the kiss just how you like when your hand massages his clothes crotch, and you smile as you take the opportunity to start kissing lower, leaving marks on his jaw that’ll be impossible to cover up. he didn’t plan to, but maybe you were feeling more possessive today. it didn’t matter to him, “can- can i touch you?”

“you gonna beg me like a good boy?” you ask while simultaneously running your nails against his chest (he keeps his shirts so dangerously under-buttoned) to drag a moan out of him.

“should i?”

“no, i don’t care, touch me if you want to,” you mumble, pressing your lips to his collarbone, continuing to leave marks as you make your way down. his hands wander your body as well, pulling your shirt off just enough to frustrate you and have you do it yourself.

“please,” he groans, and you relent, flipping the both of you over so he holds himself up hesitantly on top of you, but he takes the chance to press his lips to your neck, loving the way you sigh gently and run your fingers through his hair. he doesn’t make as aggressive attempts to mark you even though he’s just as, and likely even more, possessive than you are. instead he chooses just to kiss and suck and lick your sweet skin until you get impatient. he doesn’t mind taking his sweet time but you’re a different story.

“god, i just want to break you,” you murmur, and he raises his head to look you in the eyes, “you’re gorgeous and i just want to wreck you,” your fingertips brush against his jaw and he’s left completely defenseless, defenseless to your touch and your voice and his need for more, “i just want to take all of you and leave nothing.”

he forgets how to breathe for just a moment, your words echoing in his head, “then do it,” he groans, gazing more at your lips than at you, “take all of me, and leave nothing.”

you pull him down in a move that resembles how he pulled you earlier, kissing him fiercely as physically possible, overpowering him with sheer intensity, wrapping your legs around his waist as you flip him over to land on top of him again, “beg.”

“you said you didn’t care,” he mumbles absentmindedly.

“and you said you weren’t gonna fall for me. we all lie, baby,” you smile mockingly, grinding your hips against his, what must be painfully hard now, crotch, dragging a desperate moan out of him. the rush of fleeting and teasing pleasure makes your comment about falling for you slip right out of his head, “now beg.”

“please, y/n, i need you so badly. i don’t need anyone or anything else, just you. only you,” his low voice gives you shivers, but his pleas build that feeling deep in your stomach. he’s so fucking hot when he’s begging, “please, y/n, please i- i need it. please drown and suffocate me in pleasure, i want- i want to suffer if it’s by your hand.”

“cute,” you coo as you get off of him to throw off the rest of your clothes, “strip for me,” and he obeys easily, ditching his clothes in favor of you crawling back on top of him, manipulating his movements with just your finger and leaving him a trembling mess with just a few touches to his poor, neglected cock, “finger me, baby, rub my clit. i’m wet enough.”

he does as asked, making small circular movements with two fingers while his thumb rubs your clit, “is that good?” he asks hesitantly, and you nod, your hands falling to his sides as you use him to keep yourself upright.

“fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” you murmur with kisses to his neck, making him flinch slightly when your lips brush over a fresh hickey. you almost want to apologize, but you don’t because it’s so arousing to watch him flinch, knowing he wants to becoming nothing but yours makes it even better. he keeps his movements up until you’re close, but then you have to stop him, pulling his hand away reluctantly, “i want to cum on your cock, kyun.”

he gulps, “i- yeah, okay. okay. i’m cool with that,” and his nervousness is somehow both adorable and a turn on.

you tease his tip, making him whine for you, and as pretty as his whines are, you’re getting desperate yourself, and you finally sink down on him. his eyes flutter closed as he succumbs to the incredible feeling of you all around him, “beautiful,” you whisper. you start to move slowly, fueled to keep going with every moan or curse that leaves his pretty lips. his hands rest on your hips but he doesn’t make any effort to control you. it’s not like he could even if he wanted to.

“choke me,” he groans, pulling your hand up to rest against his neck, but when he doesn’t feel any pressure, he whines, “please?”

it’s not the first time he’s asked, and this won’t be the first time you’ve done it, but you still murmur, “beg.”

“please choke me. please? please, i want to feel your hands around my neck. i want that dizzy feeling, it’s absolute ecstasy when it’s you. please.”

you tighten your grip with your one hand, focusing your pressure on the sides so he’s still able to breathe and, more importantly (not really), moan just how you like. he’s not the loudest or the quietest, but every moan you get out of him is worth it when his deep yet whiney voice is the only thing you ever want to hear for the rest of your life.

and you don’t stop your movements on his cock, instead making them faster and more intense, pulling him even closer to the edge. you can tell he’s getting close by the way his face scrunches up and he's holding his breath even though your hand around his neck isn’t impeding his breathing.

“oh my god—fuck, i love you so much, so so much- god, i’m gonna cum—” he cries.

you smirk as he’s so close to coming undone he can almost taste it, “come on, give me all of you, baby. leave nothing left of yourself,” you murmur under his loud and wrecked and beyond helpless moans. he throws his head back as he cries out in helpless pleasure, and you’re not far behind him, not slowing your movements until your high hits.

he starts to squirm, whimpering in pain but his whimpers are so beautiful that you want to make him hurt even more.

he curses under his breath from the intense overstimulation you let go of his neck, running your hand against the back of your neck and grasping at your chest as you breathe heavily, moaning under your breath, your movements becoming sloppy but eventually slowing down as your high subsides.

clarity hits him right after he comes down, and all those bad feelings he could push aside when he was overwhelmed with pleasure come rushing back.

“i love you,” he whispers brokenly, his throat hurting from all the loud cries that escaped him. he silently begs for those sweet little lies he needs to hear to fall past your lips.

“i love you too, kyunie.”

he swears it was an accident; he didn’t mean to fall in love.

—

“w-wait, please, i-i’m sorry for a-acting how— oh fuck!— how i was earlier!” he stutters, clenching his jaw and trying to contain himself as you continue to bite and suck at his soft skin, “just please touch me, i’m begging you.”

he’s so adorable when he begs, so precious when you can see the tears threatening to spill. your grip on his thighs tightens when you lick up the side of cock, and he shivers; you can feel it, “you’re so sensitive, kyunnie. it’s so adorable.”

he whines like a baby, struggling against his restraints (which are just your arms because no matter how strong you actually are, when he’s with you he’s the weak one) “i said i was sorry, what else do you want from me?”

you press a firm kiss to a particularly dark love bite from you, watching the reaction on his face, “what else do i want from you?” you ask rhetorically, before crawling closer to him, getting so close that either of you could close the gap between your lips, “i want to see you cry, my precious boy. and i wanna mark you up so beautifully so every time you pass by a mirror, you’ll remember what i did to you. and every time you sit down, you’ll feel the bruises on your thighs.”

his breath is shaky, he’s obviously so affected by your words, like each and every one is so hypnotizing to him, so under your spell.

“i want it to hurt to sit for you, see the way your flinch in pain and remember how good it felt to be fucked by me,” you say, brushing your thumb against his bottom lip, smiling at how he lets you play with it, “and i want everything you do the remind you of me, of what i did to you, baby.”

he groans as you kiss him, and you keep your grip on his cheek to control the kiss. your other hand holds his waist tightly, possessively, and you grind yourself against him just to give some more stimulation that’ll never make him reach his high. he moans when you finally get back to touching him.

all the teasing and riling up made it all too easy to bring him to the edge, only a couple minutes later, he mutters a small, “p-please.”

“alright,” you whisper compliantly. he’s pulled onto your lap as he gets closer and closer, and at this point he’s just begging you not to stop. when he cums, it’s loud and it’s intense and he can’t stop himself from shaking as he makes a mess on both him and you.

as you try to help him off you to get him cleaned up, he holds your wrist, dipping his head down to lick up all the cum he could, keeping eye contact the whole time,

“sorry,” he mumbles, obviously not meaning it, “i didn’t mean to make you all dirty.”

“mmm, i think it’ll be okay, dirty boy, how about you lay here pretty for me while i go grab what i need, hm?” he gets off your lap, and you head over to the dresser drawer to find what you need, when you turn back, he’s just laying there on his back, looking up at ceiling, “what’s on your mind, kyun?”

“thinking of you, just like always,” he whispers, looking over at you in a daze, “what are you going to do to me now?”

“i’m going to make you feel even better, baby. is that okay with you?” he nods, letting you settle on top of him, “i’m gonna prep you, okay?”

“o-okay,” he breathes out as your lubed-up finger slowly presses into him, making small, faint motions to try and ease him into it, and your movements slowly start to pick up, one finger becomes two and two become three, and you keep going until he’s practically doing most of the work.

“oh how i can’t wait to wreck you again, i can never get enough of your pretty face looks when you orgasm, baby. maybe i should fuck you in front of a mirror next time so you can have a view of it too,” you smirk, watching his chest rise and fall so erratically, “but, for now—” you suddenly push the strap-on in, and he cries out, his whole body shaking, “— i can work with this.”

you pull out just to press back in, making sure to be slow, but deep and thorough. he groans, helplessly pulling at the sheets and biting his lip as you rip him apart so blissfully. he suddenly jerks, pulling himself closer to you by holding onto your shoulders, and crying out louder than before.

“you alright, baby?” you ask, but he nods frantically, physically trying to beg you to keep going, to fuck him til his soul leaves his body.

“faster, please, go faster. i’m not gonna break.”

“oh? is that so?” you smirk, speeding up slightly, watching the expression on his face as he falls back onto the bed. your hand lazily touches his cock in rhythm with your thrusts, and it’s been long enough, he’s barely sensitive at all. you keep going, taking every moan and whimper and tear he’ll give, until he’s so close he can almost taste it, feel it so deeply in his stomach.

“fuck, please let me cum, p-please,” he begs, looking up at you with the most desperate of gazes, and you briefly wonder if you could edge him, see if you could make him even more desperate, make him so needy that he couldn’t even speak, just make incoherent sounds… but then you see the look in his eyes, see the way his lips part as he breathes heavily, and you just want to see him in pure ecstasy.

“okay, you can cum, darling. let me see how pretty you look,” there’s so many words left on the tip of your tongue, every love declaration and every compliment to make him flustered, but he looks so out of it, so enthralled in his own world, that you just let him ride it out, listening to all the moans he can’t help but sing. white covers his stomach, though not as much as the first time, and his muscles flex underneath. he looks so beautiful like this, so completely wrecked.

“you feel good, baby?” you ask, but he’s so spaced out, so high up in the clouds. you press kisses to his forehead, watching his eyes flutter closed as his breathing slows and he comes down slightly, “baby, i’m gonna get something to clean you up with, i won’t be gone long, okay?”

he groans somewhat cutely, not approving of your suggestion, “cuddle me.”

“after, baby, you’re covered in your own cum,” you try to reason with him, and he finally decides to let you go, “thank you, i promise i’ll be quick. and then we’ll cuddle the rest of the day, if you want.”

—

“what’s wrong, my love?” he reaches out to hold your hand, but you use your grip on his hand to pull him closer. he’s visibly startled, staring at you with confusion marked all over his pretty features.

“nothing, i just…” you trail off, struggling to find the words to fit exactly how you feel, “you’re so beautiful, you know, kyun?”

well that’s an answer he didn’t expect. he huffs, a bit relieved and yet still somewhat worried, “t-thank you.”

“in fact, you’re so beautiful that it makes all those other people wish they had you instead, hm? they all wish you were theirs,” you smirk as your lips make contact with his neck, “theirs to kiss, theirs to bite and play with and fuck. they drool at the idea of having you.”

“i— i guess so, yeah, but they don’t have me, you do,” he tries to pinpoint exactly what you’re trying to tell him, and it’s some weird combination of jealousy, possessiveness, and cockiness at the fact he’s yours, “what brought this all up, babe?”

“oh, nothing, let’s just say sometimes you have to put people in their place,” you bite against the skin of his neck, and he bites his lip to hold in the pained moan, whimpering muffledly instead, “you sound so pretty, angel, why are you trying to quiet yourself?”

“it’s embarrassing,” he whines. you don’t bother responding, so he doesn’t either. you continue to kiss his neck, biting down whenever you want to make a new mark, before sucking, licking, and kissing gently over it as an apology. he knows he’ll get yelled at for all the hickies again, but he can’t help it. he loves it.

he faintly hears you muttering in between kisses over his own thoughts, but he doesn’t pay it any mind until you hold your hand against his spit covered and marked up throat, “tell me who you belong to, babe.”

“you,” he whispers breathlessly, “you, you, please, i’m all yours.”

“mine, mine, all mine.”

he’s like a sweet candy that you’re all too addicted to. he smiles as you breathe in his scent, shivering. it’s intoxicating, he’s intoxicating and enchanting and tastes so, so good. all those marks on his neck aren’t enough, nothing is enough for you. and he happily lets you do whatever you what, gives you whatever you want, feeding your possessiveness because he loves it. he loves feeling wanted and desired, and he is.

“you’re mine, and i’m yours, pretty,” you mumble in his ear as he pulls against the collar of your shirt, keeping you close against him. you go back and fourth between feverish kissing and him throwing his head back as you kiss down his marked neck to find the blank canvas that is his chest. he’s wearing a button-down shirt that he left mostly unbuttoned, so it’s easy to slip off him without much effort.

“can you tell me that you’re mine, please?” he begs, and though it’s not what you’re expecting, you oblige.

“oh, of course i’m yours, babe, you’re the only one for me, you know? i look at you and it’s like the rest of the world disappears,” you whisper softly as you move him onto your thigh, letting him decide if he wants to start moving or wait til he’s so needy he can’t think straight.

“a-ah, i feel so good,” he moans out the words, resting his hands on your shoulders for support as he moves his hips back and forth, gasping at the stimulation.

“you deserve to only feel good, my love,” you kiss his temple, holding his waist to help him keep a steady pace, “i look at you, and see the most beautiful thing to love. you’re so special, so rare, darling, the world doesn’t deserve to love you like i get to. i’m never going to let that go, let you go, unless you tell me to. i’ll want you until the end of time, changkyun.”

he blushes at your little confession. he’d say something similar if he could, but at the moment, he’s not sure the words would even make sense. his eyes shut tightly as he tries so incredibly hard to get close.

“you’re so pretty when you’re focused, too. you press your lips in concentration, shut your eyes, and you just look so weak and needy. i love it.”

“i’m always weak for you,” he mumbles.

“and only me, right?,” he nods, and you smirk, “good. tell me who you belong to again, would you?”

“you,” he breathes.

“again,” you hold his waist tightly, basically doing all the work of bringing him close yourself, “say it again.”

“you, i belong to you,” he says again, letting you take full control of him.

“again,” you echo, and he moans, getting so irreversibly close.

“you!” he almost shouts.

you shake your head, still not satisfied, “say it as you orgasm, scream out my name. who do you belong to?”

he cries out as the overwhelming feeling hits him all at once, “you! fuck, i belong to you, y/n! you! god, i— oh my god…!”

its so pleasing to see him like this, crying out your name as he uncontrollably shakes and cums for you, “that’s right, me, you belong to me, now ride out that orgasm, babe, you deserve every last bit of pleasure, and i’ll make sure to fill you up to the last drop.”

—

‘how? how is that possible?’ you wanted to ask him. he was gorgeous! he could have anyone he wanted just by flashing that charming smile. and now that you think about it, after all these years of being close friends with him, you’ve never seen him seriously date someone. he’s had flings, but they never lasted longer than two or so weeks.

so now it’s hours later, and you’re lying on your couch, with his voice still in your head, refusing to ever let you escape the thought of having him to yourself. it’s not your fault you’ve fallen for the beautiful and confusingly unavailable bachelor in the span of a few hours.

and then he texts you.

💜: do you wanna come over? i’ll order takeout and we’ll watch the lion king

and now you overthink it. the ironic thing is that there’s nothing out of the ordinary with his text. he always invites you over just to cry softly while eating lukewarm takeout, it’s basically your friendship staple, but now it feels strange. it’s not like you’ll say no, but now every little thing he does has your head spinning.

♥️: of course, just don’t expect me to cuddle you when mufasa dies

💜: but you absolutely will

yeah, you definitely will.

—

“you’ve seen this movie plenty of times, kyun, you knew this was coming,” you laugh incredulously at the way he seemed so spooked when scar did… whatever scar did. honestly, you weren’t really paying attention.

“at least i’m watching the movie, you’ve been spaced out this whole time,” he mutters with a teasing smirk, probably not even realizing just why you’re so out of it, “something on your mind you’d like to tell me about? you in love with me or something?”

and you know it’s just the way he teases, constantly making you second guess his intentions, and then pulling away at the last second before you finally crack.

because yeah, you kinda are in love with him.

“what if i was? what then?” you say, more in a way to match his tone, but it’s a serious question.

“then maybe…” he scoots closer to you, until your faces are barely inches apart, “maybe i’d let you love me.”

“your breath stinks,” you mutter awkwardly, and he scoffs.

“that cannot be what you’re thinking about right now?” he says incredulously, moving in just a bit closer, tilting his head, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes, and it feels impossible to not suffocate while he gazes at you like that, “do you love me?”

and, against all better judgment, you breathe out a simple, “yes,” and he doesn’t give you a chance to gauge his reaction, pushing you down to the floor and kissing you like you’re a fire and he’s freezing cold. he becomes somewhat handsy, but his movements make you realize just how innocent his touches are. he cups your cheek, holds your waist, and runs his fingers through your hair. it’s impossible to catch unless you’re paying attention, but there’s nervousness behind his movements.

so you pull him away for a moment, “kyun, do you… want to do this?”

all that fiery energy leaves him in an instant, and he fidgets as he nods, keeping his eyes away from you, “i can’t promise i’ll be good at… it, but as long as you want me, i want you.”

“alright, let me get on top,” you murmur, and he lets you flip him over, pulling him back in a kiss for just a second, but your lips soon drag down his jaw and then his neck.

“a-ah— oh! that feels weird…” he mumbles to more himself than you, but soon backtracks, “like a good weird! it feels good, but i just… it’s so…”

“overwhelming, maybe?” you smirk, “let’s see if this feels good too,” you bite down gently against his neck, and he cries out.

“ow!” he shouts, but he still holds you close, and after he contains himself, you start to kiss and suck on his the bite mark, sweetly apologizing for the pain you caused. he moans like he’s never felt anything this good before, and it’s an incredible feeling knowing he’ll only feel better and better from here.

“baby,” you purr, and that sound in and of itself is enough to make him so incredibly flustered, “do you want me to touch you?”

“y-yes, please,” he responds, suddenly so polite and sweet. you kiss the pretty hickey once last time before focusing your attention to the front of his pants, ghostly touching your fingers over the fabric, and rubbing the inside of his thighs over them as well. you move so you’re beside him, sitting while he leans against you for support as he starts to lose himself.

you want to keep teasing, but with the way he begs, you cave easily, adding more pressure and palming him over the pajama bottoms more firmly, “you’re so cute like this, kyunnie.”

“ah, it f-feels really— really good!” his hand reaches out to hold your free hand, squeezing it when it feels like too much for him, but he doesn’t want to stop. not at all, it’s just a lot at all once, “h-how am i already so close…?”

“oh? baby, you can cum, don’t worry too much about lasting a long time,” you reassure him, but he’s still so flushed and nervous.

“b-but i’m still wearing my—”

“don’t you like how dirty it is, baby? don’t you want to show me how dirty you are?” you ask, even though you know the answer, “can you cum in your pants for me, sweetie? that would make me really happy to see you all dirty and cute like that.”

“y-yeah,” he whispers, jerking suddenly when he problaby hits his high. he makes the most lewd expression you’ve ever seen, eyes unfocused and lips parted so prettily. he loses all composure as his moans loudly pierce the relative silence in the room as you can see a dark spot forming in front of his pants. he clings to you, gripping your hand tightly as he curls up beside you, still reeling from the high and a bit flustered about how dirty he felt, “d-did you want me to take care of you too?”

you shake your head, even though you are grateful for his willingness to return the favor, “no, it’s alright, kyunnie. i think this is a good place to stop. let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?”

“i— okay,” he buries his face in your lap, muttering softly, yet still loud enough for you to hear, “i really liked that.”

“good, because after that, we’re not gonna be friends anymore,” you mumble, tucking his dark hair behind his ear, smiling down at him while he looks so dazedly up at you, “you’re mine now.”

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