Anon Request: “92,93 for changkyun if you’re still doing requests. :)”
If you know me personally do not continue reading.
Prompt #: 92-“Was that a moan?!” “No I-” “That was a fucking moan!” 93- “But I didn’t cum.” VERSION 2
>Pairing: Changkyun (I.M) X Reader
>Warning(s): Don’t hate me, Dom!Changkyun, brat!Reader, orgasm denial, spanking, pussy slappin, sorry T_T dendfljefn
A/N: I’ve been stuck on this set of prompts for a while honestly (what’s new though..). At some point I really was just like “....wtf am i doing..?”, i don’t know if y’all can tell😂. Sorry these took so long. This is Version 2.
“Now, you remember the rules right?” His fingers are cold and trailing down your thigh. “Mm..” you pretend to be distracted, hoping he’ll dismiss his question and skip to the good stuff.
Changkyun knew you were a brat, after all he’d been putting up with you this long, but damn if you didn’t surprise him from time to time.
On your part though, the majority of the time it was about 95% unintentional. You happened to have a soft, but challenging personality long before meeting him. It was all natural for you, but for him he’d never met someone-
“So damn hard headed. You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” he mused, spreading his fingers to grip at your reddenning, sore cheeks.
“I do too.” you defend, cutting your eyes in his direction. “Mhm. Why don’t I believe that?”
“It’s just such a win-win.” you push back on his hands, “If I behave, then I get to cum . If I don’t, then...” You bite the inside of your cheek, turning your head, eyeing his hands and moving up to his lips. “Ugfh, I can’t decide..” you absent-mindedly tweak the fabric of his pants between your fingers.
At that Changkyun is sliding you off of him, grabbing and lifting your hips up while pressing a hand against the middle of your back, making you arch.
“You like being spanked, so much, huh?” he catches you off guard with a quick smack.
“Then that’s the last of that. That was the last one you’re getting.” he says. In his mind figuring that he’s eliminated one of your options, the only one left now would be to behave.
Changkyun lowers himself to be face level with your backside, gaining a grip on both cheeks before muttering 4 words you were almost too zoned out to hear.
“You have six minutes.” and then he’s diving in, starting off by sucking at your clit and releasing it with a wet ‘pop’, making you shudder on your knees, reaching to grip your fingers into the comforter under you.
“I don’t want to hear you.” he says coming up to make eye contact, trading his mouth for his fingers which are now sliding across your folds, preparing to enter. “Every sound is a minute gone. You’re down to 5.” his eyebrow raises at you as a warning, and your eyes snap to the clock sitting on the bedside table.
Soon enough you’re rolled over onto your back, bucking into Changkyun’s face, trying not to count the seconds and just focus on having the opportunity to get off.
“Two and a half minutes. I hope you’re enjoying this.” He tries to bait you into talking, not minding having to deny you, and his eyes cast up to your face, dampening with sweat and lip pulled between your teeth, knowing better than to say anything.
You lay back, hips rolling, eye closed feeling your orgasm build up. And at that same moment Changkyun is removing his fingers from you and a quick sting comes to your clit.
“Ow-Fuck.” you moan, not stopping yourself before it’s too late. “Was that a moan?!” “No I-” “That was a fucking moan!” he sucks his teeth sighing, pretending to regret his next words.
“Looks like we’re down to about 45 seconds then. You better come on~”he sings the last part, tapping your clit over and over again. It seems that for only these last couple of seconds he’s actually allowing you to make noise because you are not holding back.
Curses flying, voice projecting.
Your throat tightens as it becomes sore from your previous volume, but on the bright side, you are so close to finishing, you can almost taste it. Just a little mor-
“Nine.” he continues his countdown, you on the other hand rutting against his hand, determined to cum.
“Three. Awh come on, baby.”
“I-please, please AGH-” your eyes one blink away from shedding tears, lock with his seeing none other than a smug ass smirk spread across his face.
“One.” He’s up and to his feet before you can even lift yourself up on your elbows. Removing his belt and shirt, he’s walking not towards you, but actually away as he’s exiting the room.
“But I didn’t cum.” you just hardly whine before he has one foot already out the door.
“In time.” he cocks his head at you, eyes challenging you to say something.
