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This is just too much

“But still, you could have been a little more social! That was my family. My parents.” You holler through the hall from your bedroom, hanging up your dress from your formal dinner out with your family and your boyfriend of eight months. Through the tiny apartment you can hear the creaking of Changkyun’s footsteps in the living room, where he was probably removing his clothes as well. He didn’t dare enter the same room as you while in wrath, but you can hear him call out as he dared to respond; “You know your father intimidates me. Why does everything have to be a test?!”
“Because he doesn’t know you! But you didn’t talk to him. Now what do you think he thinks of you?!” You sigh exasperatedly. When you’ve finished hanging up your dress and putting your heels away, you make your way over to your vanity in nothing more than your pantyhose and lingerie. You yank open your sleepwear drawer, and shuffle through looking for a particularly comfortable pair.
“You’re digging your own grave, you know, Changkyun.” You click your tongue as you unfold the pajamas in your hands, and you hear footsteps get closer and closer. You turn around to see a disheveled Changkyun at the threshold of your shared bedroom door, and anger bubbles inside you all over again. Damn his messy hair, and his unbuttoned shirt, with his firm body all on display like that. And his belt hanging from his pants open and welcoming in such a tantalizing manner. Could he even undress himself properly? The fact he was so attractive like this was just getting you more and more riled up. You huff and groan in annoyance, and you throw the pajamas in your hands down on the edge of the bed.
“I’m digging my own grave? I’m trying to preserve myself, okay, [Y/N]. Your father is out to get me, I swear he is. He’d take anything I say and rip me to shreds.” Changkyun says, and crosses his arms. His tie catches on his arm, and it’s then that you notice it’s untied, still hanging around his neck. You scoff at his insecurity.
“So you’re a coward??” You match him with a challenging tone, calling him out on the fear he’s dancing around to admit. That gets him in a way that you can visibly see his anger.
“I’m not a coward.” He growls, his arms falling from his chest almost as soon as he put them there. He clenches a fist, and you can see the veins surfacing around his forearms. He must be just as peeved as you are. Satisfied he’s just as annoyed as you are, you decide to make it worse; “you’ve never taken charge of anything. You’ve always sat back, and taken what was handed to you. Of course you’re a coward. You won’t even speak to my father!”
Every word uttered from your mouth was a stab to him in some form of way. It seared his vision a solid red for a moment, before he smirks wickedly. “Is that what you think of me? A pushover?” His words are suspiciously calm. It causes you to falter, and catch your guard. Within seconds, the space between the two of you is gone, and his hand grips your arm tightly.
“Oh, [Y/N]… You’re going to regret saying those words.”
Those words were the only warning you had before you were thrown on the bed, with him quickly on top of you. Changkyun wastes no time in sealing your lips together. His mouth works heatedly against yours as he shrugs off his button-up shirt.
You’re still quite pissed at him, and you fight him by pushing against his shoulders. But your lips dance with his, and eventually you go along with it, exchanging bites and licks in the kiss. Your hands snake up to the tie around his neck, and you tug on it, pulling him down on you. Changkyun growls in retaliation, one of his hands falling to your hips with his fingers digging into your flesh.
“Were you always this easy, baby girl?” He teases, pulling away a fraction to admire your flushed pink face and your swollen lips. “Maybe I’m just giving you what you want, so you would shut up.” You bite back, and he chuckles. He dips back down, skipping his lips across your skin to the tender spots of your neck that he’s so familiar with. Changkyun bites harshly, causing you to flinch. Soft mewls escape your lips, and he sooths over his abuse with his tongue. It’s a cycle he continues; bite, suck, lick.
“C’mon, [Y/N]. I thought I was a pushover.” He eggs you, chuckling, with his lips still attached to your neck. You pull your lips between your teeth, holding your tongue in favor of saying something stupid. He clicks his tongue, noticing a lack of breathy sounds, and he pulls back entirely.
“We’ll have none of that.” He frowns, tapping your pressed lips with a finger. He pulls the silk tie from his neck, and you cave as he takes one, then both of your wrists to tie them to the bed post. “Now, you’re gonna make some noise for me, baby girl.” He takes a hand and rakes his nails down your ribcage, causing your back to arch as a gasp escapes your lips. Changkyun’s own curl up into a smirk, and he nods, “That’s more like it.”
He dives down once more, allowing his lips to skim across your collarbones as he brings them down between your breasts. He looks up to you from behind his eyelashes, as he presses his swollen lips to your breast. His hand comes up to cup one in his hand, and he kneads it through the material of your bra. The diluted feeling of his hand against your clothed breast only heightened your anticipation, and you could feel your chest rising and falling with your heavier breathing. Of course, this only fueled Changkyun’s ego, and he begins to tease you further by biting your nipple through the bra. You gasp at the feeling, and your hands jerk the restraints in an attempt to grab his hair.
You’d been so focused on the feeling of his mouth against his chest that you hadn’t realized where his second hand had gone, not until you felt it press against your damp core. This time a soft moan passes your lips, and Changkyun’s eyes shoot back up to your face. He experimentally rubs his fingers against you one more time, and it has you moaning out again.
“Gosh, Noona. I didn’t think you’d be this wet. All I did was kiss you.” He smirks, “Unless you were thinking of what else I could do with my mouth.” He taps his finger against your clothed clit for emphasis, and you whimper. There was no denying that your need for him had built with the anticipation of his actions, but the promise in his tone definitely had your mind reeling with images.
“What do you want me to do, baby girl?” Changkyun speaks in a low, gravelly tone. “Do you want me to take off these pesky clothes, and fuck you raw? Until I have you screaming my name, shaking from the pleasure of me ramming into you?” He accentuates every word, every syllable, “or does my Noona want to feel my tongue inside her?” He chuckles as he can feel you get wetter with every image he supplies you.
“I think my baby girl likes the idea of my tongue being inside her.” He answers himself, rather pleased with how broken down he’s gotten you without much effort on his part. “What do you think, [Y/N]? Do you want my tongue inside you? Do you want me to eat you out as you grind on my face?~” He chimes. He stops his actions; his way of coaxing an answer out of you, and it works. “I-I just need something, Changkyun, anything..” You try to form a coherent sentence from the haze in your mind, but all that comes out is begging. It seems to please him, though, since Changkyun begins slowly removing your stockings from your legs. Once gone, he places his hands back on your ankles, letting them slide up your legs, past your thighs, before hooking into the waist band of your panties.
The way you writhe and whine as he finally takes hold of your panties has him growing impatient. Changkyun rips them from your body, immediately placing himself between your legs. “God, babe, you’re so wet, I can smell you from here.” He licks his lips, smirking at you. Your face flushes deep, and you pull your arms up in a weak attempt to hide it. He shakes his head, and knocks your arms to the side. “No hiding, [Y/N]. You’re gonna look at me the whole time, you got that?” He winks at you as he lowers himself once again between your legs, before poking his tongue out to tease your slit.
He pulls his tongue back, and it collects your wetness on a connecting bridge, and he moans solely from the taste of you. You watch as his eyes dilate with lust, and he digs into your core like a man starved. The flush contact of his tongue past your folds has your back arching, and a moan torn from your throat. “G-god, Changkyun..!” You moan out, only provoking him further. This was what he wanted. It turned him on just as much to hear you moan out his name. “That’s right, baby girl..” He whispers, wrapping his lips around your clit, and sucking. You tug at the tie once more, and whine louder. “Changkyun, p-please..!”
Half of him wanting to feel your hands in his hair, and the other half just tired of hearing the bedpost rattling, he reluctantly pulls himself from your center to lean up and untie your hands. He doesn’t wait to untie the whole thing – he only loosens the knot enough for you to free your hands yourself before he goes back down to your core. Your shaky hands take a few moments to fully free themselves before a particularly hard suck to your clit, followed by the prodding of his tongue at your entrance has them buried in his hair, with your hips rolling over his mouth.
Changkyun smirks, taking his hands to your hips and holding you firmly as he presses his tongue as far inside you as it can go, before curling it around. The sensations have you shivering, and moaning, bringing tears to your eyes as he thrusts his tongue in you at a pace comfortable to him. “Fuck, [Y/N], you taste like sin..” He says against your core, which only turns you on more.
“K-Kyunnie, I’m.. I’m so close, I’m gonna..!” You cry out, and you feel his blunt nails press into your hips. “Just a little more. You got this, baby girl.” You felt the familiar coil in your stomach continue to twist and twist until the scrape of his teeth against your sensitive clit has you reeling, and you hit your climax.
After tasting as much as he can, Changkyun licks his lips clean and pulls away, smirking up at you. “Don’t get too comfortable yet, [Y/N].” He says, getting up on his knees. He pulls his belt from the loops of his dress pants, and proceeds to remove the rest of his clothing. “I still haven’t taught you a lesson.” He grins, and through your afterglow, are unable to process anything more than the fact he’s getting naked. He chuckles lowly, as he fishes around for a condom in the bedside drawer. “You know, you look so sexy when you’re being wrecked. You sound it, too. The way you scream.” He hums as he removes his boxers to roll the condom over his throbbing length.
“But I like the way you look when you’re fucked out more.” He winks as he aligns himself to your entrance, and pushes in, earning himself a loud gasp, and giving a low moan.
“F-fuck, [Y/N].. You’re so tight..” He tries to catch his breath, and it takes all of his self-control not to fuck you senseless right then and there. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as well, and you take a hold of his shoulders.
“M-maybe you should have waited for me to get ready..” You rasp, shuddering as you feel him push into you, centimeter by centimeter. He gives you a cocky smile, “you know I’m impatient.” He chuckles, and you roll your eyes. After a couple more seconds, and a few winces and ‘you okay’s later, he’s fully sheathed inside you. It’s when you pulse around him once or twice and give him a nod that he pulls back, almost completely out, and rocking forward again. His hands fall to your hips to hold you steady as he pumps himself in and out of you.
Your head falls back, and a moan is ripped from your throat once more as he begins a steady rhythm. Your nails claw down his back, and it spurs him on, causing you to moan louder, and him to get turned on more. The two of you feed into each other’s pleasure in a beautiful waltz, until his thrusts become irregular. A hand at your hip grabs your thigh, pulling it up to rest across his waist, giving him deeper access and a new angle. This one has him groaning, his eyes rolling back, and has you moaning louder, and seeing stars.
“Oh, god, Changkyun- F-faster..!” His pace was already washy, but with your request drowned so deep in pleasure right against into his ear, he couldn’t help but obey as he pumps faster, his hips and abs screaming from the exertion. “I’m c-close, [Y/N]..” As much as he wanted to be a man and hold it out for you, the way your walls fluttered around his length, and the way you moaned his name into his ear had his self-restraint crumbling. His hand finds its way between your legs, and his fingers circle your clit once more, causing you to jolt, and moan.
He groans out as the stimulation has you contracting around him, giving him the signal that you’re close. This being enough motivation, he continues harder, testing his depth and angles until one particularly lucky thrust has you screaming, and clinging to him. “Ch-Changkyun!” You cry out his name as a few thrusts later, you’re cumming again, and he quickly follows after with his hips pressed flush to yours, due the new tightness around his member.
It takes a few moments before he collects himself, pulling out of you slowly, and disposing of the condom; tying it off and tossing it in the wastebin. He joins you by your side in the bed, and pulls you against his chest. He takes a few moments to stroke your hair, letting you lay your head on his chest, letting you hear his heartbeat.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to your father. Next time, I promise I’ll try to say something intelligent.” You scoff, and smile at him, and he could see the forgiveness written in your face. “I’m sorry I got mad at you. It was a dumb reason anyway.” You say, and kiss his collarbone. “But I appreciate your efforts, Changkyun.” You say, and your hand finds his to lace your fingers together. “I love you, you know.”
“I love you, too, [Y/N].” He smiles, and cuddles you closer. The both of you bask in the afterglow for as long as it lasts, before you realize how sticky from perspiration the two of you are. “I’m gonna get us some water.” You say, before getting up, and picking up his dress shirt. You slip your arms through the sleeves, and you don’t bother to button it up as you walk out of your bedroom.
It’s only moments until there’s a loud bellow from you once more. “LIM CHANGKYUN. WHY AM I STARING AT YOUR TWO HUNDRED DOLLAR SUIT JACKET ON THE FLOOR.”

Ummmm wait to I wasn't ready... 😑😑😑👌👌👌👌
Holy shit that was some of the best smut I've ever read tbfh
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