Don't Move

-Changkyun-

Changkyun's voice was the first thing that unraveled you. Had you shivering and melting at his feet.

Low. Rough. Right at your ear.

"Don't move," he whispered, fingers tightening at your hips as if to prove he meant it. You could feel the tension in him—controlled, deliberate—every breath measured while he guided you up and down his shaft exactly where he wanted you.

He leaned in close, mouth barely brushing your skin as he spoke again, words slow and dangerous. "You feel how easy it is for me to keep you right here?"

His grip shifted, the thrust was rougher, one hand sliding down your chest, thumb pressing just enough on your clit to remind you who was in charge. You clutched at his arms, heat pooling low as his body boxed you in and his hips grinded deeper on you. no escape, not that you wanted one as you became undone.

Changkyun smiled against your ear, sensing your walls contract around him.

"Mine," he murmured, possessive and quiet, like a truth he'd already claimed. "Say it."

The room felt smaller with him so close, his presence overwhelming in the best way. He guided you through every wave of your orgasm, his voice staying low and constant dirty promises woven with control, each one sending a shiver straight through you.

When it finally slowed, when the intensity softened into something warm and heavy, he didn't loosen his hold.

Instead, Changkyun pulled you down with him, arms locking tight around your body as if letting go wasn't an option. His chin rested on your shoulder, breath warm, fingers laced together over your stomach.

"Don't go anywhere," he muttered, clingy now, honest in a way that surprised you. He pressed a kiss into your hair, another into the curve of your neck, holding you like he needed to feel you there.