warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, unprotected sex, riding / cowgirl position, pet name “baby” used for reader
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“Kyun.”
“Hm?”
“I said dinner’s ready, like, five minutes ago.”
Your boyfriend sighed, but only because he had heard you. He just completely forgot you were waiting on him. He had been working diligently on some songs since he had came home from the gym earlier in the afternoon. Lately he had been using the couch and coffee table as his makeshift office space while his recording studio was being refurbished. You enjoyed having him work from home, but it was bittersweet in the sense that you felt guilty for disturbing him at any time. Still, you were determined to have him eat dinner since you knew he hadn’t eaten a solid meal since very early that morning.
You approached the back of the couch, placing your hands on his shoulders. Instantly, his tense muscles seemed to relax under your touch; he hadn’t even realized his muscles were stiff in the first place. He took a deep breath as he leaned into the cushions, his head falling back as his eyes closed.
“I’m sorry, baby. I heard you. I just got wrapped up and forgot.”
“It’s okay. You’ve been working hard,” you said, a soft smile on your lips when his hand reached up to hold one of yours against the top of his chest, “That’s why I made shrimp for dinner. Just for you.”
He opened eyes and grinned, tilting his head to look at you a little better, “Have I told you I loved you today?”
“Only a couple times.”
“Remind me to tell you a hundred more times before we go to bed.”
You laughed softly, leaning down to place a sweet kiss against his forehead, then another on his cheek. You were going to return to the kitchen then, but his hand held firmly on your wrist, keeping you where you were. When you saw the pout on his lips, you instantly knew what the reasoning was. You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down again to kiss his lips, a small hum of appreciation emitting from his throat. He could be so dramatic sometimes, but you loved him nonetheless.
“Come here,” he spoke so warmly despite the assertiveness of his words. You didn’t hesitate to listen, walking the few steps to the front of the couch. His hand took yours, drawing you closer until you were right in front of him. He looked up at you, hands resting on your hips, “You look so beautiful today. I know I haven’t said that yet, but you do.”
“Thank you, Kyun,” you felt your cheeks bloom with heat at the compliment. Mostly because you knew these small, intimate, flattery-filled moments led to much more intimate, passionate moments. And once his mind was in motion, it was difficult to get it elsewhere.
“I’ve been so busy with work, I haven’t been able to take care of you,” the word choice he used seemed so deceivingly innocent, but the look he gave you was clear with his intentions. And if it wasn’t his eyes, then his fingers rubbing sensually into your hips definitely gave him away.
“You can make it up to me later,” you teased, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. They had lost the baby fat you fell in love with when you first started dating him years ago, but you loved him no less. If anything it just made him look more mature, sexier.
“How about now?”
His hands lowered to the spot on your thighs where your lounge shorts stopped, inches above your knees. As you were pondering the idea of having sex now, with your dinner growing cold in the kitchen, you got lost in his eyes. Those eyes that could convince you to commit a crime if he wanted you to. Those eyes that begged you to let him fuck you until you saw stars behind your eyelids. The eyes that distracted you until you heard the click of his laptop closing, and you realized he had reached behind you to shut it.
“Work is done for the day,” he added, pulling you closer until your knees were brushed up against the couch between his legs.
“The food will get cold,” you muttered an excuse, but your hands were already touching his jaw, aching to pull his lips to yours.
“I can reheat it when we’re done.”
Changkyun’s words meant nothing at that point because you two were already meeting each other for a kiss as hot as the stove had been before you turned it off to come get him. A low, rumbling noise sounded from deep in his chest as his grip on you tightened. He wanted nothing more than to push you down onto the cushions next to him and devour you. You deserved it.
“Can I take these off?” his deep voice tickled your ear as he spoke between kisses on your neck. His fingers were already tugging your shorts slowly, just waiting for your confirmation to pull them completely off. When you nodded with a mumbled ‘yes’, the cotton garment fell to the floor at your feet.
In the next moment you were pulled onto his lap, straddling him. His lips and teeth continued to entangle with your own, attempting to claim you even though he knew you were already his. He knew because you were saved in his phone under ‘my baby 💜’. He knew because you had stuck by him for the past several years, and he never doubted your loyalty for even a second. He knew because every morning when he woke beside you, he thought to himself, I want to wake up next to you every day, for the rest of my life. He knew because when he didn’t wake up next to you he felt like a piece of him was missing. He had never felt like someone completed him before you.
Several minutes passed and Changkyun had managed to slip off his sweatpants and shift your underwear to the side. He was relishing the feeling of you enveloping him, his dick throbbing inside of you. It had only been two days since he last had sex with you, but it felt like two decades—you know, because he’s dramatic. His toned arms were wrapping around you, holding you as close to him as he could, your chests pressed against each other. Well, your chest was closer to his face in this position, which made it perfect for him to cover your neck in kisses (and marks). He loved to nip at your sensitive spots with his teeth. He loved the way you let out a small squeak, moan, or whine in protest from the sensation. He loved every sound you made, but those were some of his favorites.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?”
“Uh huh,” you merely nodded and breathed out an answer as you focused on rocking your hips over his. His hands guided you, helping you reach the orgasm you were aiming for. He tried his best to thrust up into you, but he could only move so much. He was enjoying the view though, watching you work yourself on him with each of your hands clutching the couch on either side of his head. As your head leaned back in pleasure, he tilted his head to kiss your arm on the space between your elbow and wrist.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he assured you, “I’ll be right behind you.”
He always had a way of being so comforting in these moments. Intimacy was something he cherished with you, and he somehow always knew how to make it special every single time. If it wasn’t with the way he touched you, loved you. Then it was with the way he spoke to you, coached you through any and every sensation he gave you.
“Gonna-“ you panted as you felt your climax approaching. You rutted against him a little faster, using all the energy you could collect in your body. He continued to press kisses along your arm where he could reach. His fingers slid up and down the skin of your thighs, leaving goosebumps along the flesh that he touched. “I’m gonna . . .”
He tried to resist the urge to chuckle at your lost train of thought and the way your eyes squeezed shut in preparation for your orgasm, “C’mon, baby.”
His voice only brought you closer, and soon enough you were groaning his name in his ear. Your arms circled his shoulders, hugging him tight while you bucked against him, the aftershocks of your climax taking over you. He rubbed your thighs, telling you how good you felt. You clenched and unclenched around him, causing him to cum with a few deep grunts. His breath came out in labored, heavy puffs while you two recovered from the releases you gave each other. He told you he loved you, just as he always did. No matter how many times he said it, it never lost its weight, and it never got tiring to hear.
“We can go for another round later, if you want,” he said as you pulled away, but not before you left a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“That sounds good, but we need to eat,” you reminded him, “I didn’t make that food for it to go to waste.”
“I’ll go reheat it while you clean up,” he laughed softly through his words, lightly patting your ass before you got up from his lap. He watched you pick up your shorts from the floor and go to your bedroom, a grin on his face the entire time.
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[11:32pm] Changkyun let out a heavy sigh as he plopped down onto the couch, his legs stretching out in front of him. The room was dimly lit by the Christmas tree in the corner as well as the mock-fireplace scenery playing on the TV in front of him. He admired your decorations as if it was the first time he was seeing them, despite being around them everyday for the past month. He remembered the day you two put up the tree like it was yesterday. The way your laugh sounded like bells when he kept dropping the ornaments or fumbling the lights as he strung them up. He was a mess sometimes, but you didn’t mind.
You met him in the living room after locking the door to your apartment for the night, smiling when you saw how comfy he looked on the sofa. You joined him, sitting on your knees by his side as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His arm fell around your back, holding you close to him.
You had just spent your first Christmas day in your new apartment, and the night was finally drawing to a close. Gifts had been opened. Food had been eaten. Movies had been watched. Now all that was left was to go to bed and prepare for the taking-down of decorations tomorrow.
“I think we should get to bed,” you whispered, placing a fat kiss against his cheekbone, making his eye shut into a wink from the force of it.
“And I think we should just rest for a little longer,” he remarked, his hold on you tightening to keep you from moving away.
“But-“
“_______, we’ve been moving around all day. Let’s just stop for a moment.”
You sighed, relaxing further into his touch. You rested your head against his shoulder as the both of you sat in comfortable silence. For a while the only sounds in the room were your shallow breaths and the crackling of the fire on TV. Everything felt so . . . nice.
“I can’t wait to spend next Christmas here,” you mused, lifting your head from his shoulders as he looked at you.
“And every one after?”
“Mm, maybe not every one.”
Your boyfriend’s eyebrows scrunched together in a mix of confusion and offense.
“Well, you want to move into a house one day don’t you? I don’t want to be cooped up in an apartment for the rest of our lives,” you admitted, quietly adding, “I want somewhere that our kids can sleep and a big yard for them to play in.”
Changkyun’s expression softened as his eyes searched yours for even a tiny hint of you joking, “Really? You want that?”
“A house? Or kids?” you asked reluctantly.
“Both.”
“Yeah. I mean, if you want them, too.”
His signature smile spread across his face, “Of course, I do.”
He returned your kiss from earlier to your cheek, making you giggle as he continued to pepper them over the side of your face. He ended his kiss attack by pressing a big, sweet smooch to your lips once more, “So, maybe just a few more Christmases here, then?”
“Sure, just a few.”
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