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Im Changkyun: Aftermath

"kyun?"

the man on your doorstep smiles hazily at you. he's leaning against the wall, not because he's trying to look cool, you realize, but because he needs to for support.

"what are you doing here?"

he shrugs. "I was in the area. thought I'd drop by."

"Are you drunk?"

"maybe."

"how'd you get here?" you ask, craning your neck to see if there was a car outside waiting for him.

"I walked."

"What?"

"I walked."

"you- how far?"

he shrugs again. "as I said, I was in the area."

he doesn't know how far he walked. you think to yourself. it's a miracle he made it here without getting lost. or maybe he had been close by.

"are you going to let me in?"

"Oh."

you sidestep to allow changkyun to pass you. he steps through the doorway into the foyer and leans down to slip off his shoes, promptly making his way to the kitchen to wash his hands afterward.

"you could've texted," you call after him, crossing your arms over your chest as you follow him through your house.

"Why, so you could tell your other boyfriend to get lost before I got here?"

you roll your eyes. "yes, that's exactly why."

he gives you an apologetic smile over the half-wall that divides the kitchen from the dining nook. "I'm sorry. I'll call you next time."

"Not that I'm not happy to see you," you add, suddenly feeling guilty about your less-than-enthusiastic welcome. "I just wasn't expecting to."

changkyun crosses the room and wraps his arms around your waist.

"I know how you get, baby. you like things a certain way. you like knowing what to expect. I'm sorry for not giving you a head's up. I wasn't thinking about it."

"that's because you're drunk," you say, pushing a finger to his chest. "in the middle of the day, no less."

"it was for a program."

"a program? like a show?"

"yeah, have you ever watched lee youngji's show?"

"you were on it?!"

"We just finished taping it."

"I love that show! we watched Hoshi's episode together, remember?"

"Baby, can I go down on you?"

you pull yourself from your boyfriend's grasp to stare at him, at a loss for words.

"Please?" he adds as if that's what was missing from what he'd said.

"what- where is this coming from?"

"do I need a reason to want to eat you out?"

well, no. changkyun was kind of addicted to your pussy anyway so it wasn't out of character for him to ask—

"I mean, it just came out of nowhere," you explain. "one second we're talking about Young ji's show, the next you're asking to shove your tongue up my cunt."

changkyun whimpers at the mental image that produces in his mind and pulls you close again.

"We were just talking about weddings and wedding presents while we filmed and it made me think about you."

"we're not married."

"but I want to be!"

"changkyun, you better not be proposing to me right now."

"I'm not," he assures you. "even though I do want to marry you. someday. it's just, weddings always make me think of you. you know, they make me wonder what our wedding will be like."

"you just love love," you sigh, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "and we've been to so many weddings lately. it seems like all our friends are getting married. that's probably where you're getting the association between me and weddings from. us celebrating love together."

"That, and we always have the best sex at the hotel afterward."

"Kyun!"

"what? we do!"

"you're only thinking with your dick right now, aren't you?"

he cocks his head to the side and shrugs. "what can I say, you bring it out in me."

"no, I don't. the whiskey does."

"let's agree to say it's a little bit of both."

you roll your eyes.

"you never answered my question," changkyun reminds you.

"What?"

"Can I go down on you?"

you sigh and take changkyun by the hand, leading him to the living room. you hear him let out a giddy giggle from being you as he follows and you can't help but smile to yourself.

"on your knees," you instruct, planting yourself on the couch in front of the spot you chose for him.

you expect him to obey eagerly but he pouts as he sinks onto the rug, pursing his lips into a frown.

you sigh. "what is it?"

"wanted you to sit on my face," he mumbles.

"Well, how was I supposed to know that? you should've specified."

"I'm specifying now," he whines.

"Jesus, how much did you drink?"

"it doesn't matter."

"maybe you should sober up a little first."

changkyun's eyes widen. "please don't make me wait any longer, baby. I need it so badly. need to taste you, make you feel good."

you groan and pinch the bridge of your nose. Your boyfriend begging to eat you out shouldn't stress you out as much as it is.

"fine," you secede, "but you have to do it on your knees. I'll consider sitting on your face when you're not so tipsy."

"but why?"

"Knowing you, you'll forget to breathe. or if you do remember to breathe but I'm suffocating you, you'll be too stubborn to tap out before you make me cum. you'd rather die trying than give up."

your boyfriend purses his lips. "you might have a point."

"you know I do," you scoff, nudging him with your knee. "now, take what I'm offering you or nothing at all."

"yes, ma'am."

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