This Is So Unbelievably Cute ;___; Heres A Lil Me Presenting A Mythical Gift Of A (wolf Chan) Critter!!

this is so unbelievably cute ;___; here’s a lil me presenting a mythical gift of a (wolf chan) critter!!

no pressure tags: no one but it’s so fun to make :D send it to your friends!!

new picrew dropped, stolen from the besties over on nsfvv twitterrrr

make yourself here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1712061

this is me in all my soft glory (the background options are fucking hilarious btw)

tagging (without any pressure): @stayconnecteed @hyunsvngs @hyunjins-dimples @cinhomi @cbini

i found me in you

pairing: seo changbin x afab!reader (x seo changbin)

warnings: selfcest (bincest! string-bean bin meets big boy bin), fingers in mouth, messy kissing, changbin x changbin homoeroticism wink wink, handjobs, threesome (fmm), fingering, double penetration (f), unprotected piv & anal sex (f), begging, cunnilingus, cum eating, all roads lead back to sub!bin because i’m me

a/n: for my love mikey @seolarenergy <3 thank you for the commission, for always being my changbin sounding board, n for being a lovely friend 2 me!!! i love u to bits forever n ever. this was just supposed to be bincest but it kind of turned into my own personal ode to how beautiful i think changbin is LMAO, but i hope i was able to portray that! anyways… in the wise words of foxy brown: “love yourself, put no one above thee, ‘cause ain’t nobody gon’ fuck me like me.” >:) enjoy! 🩷

you know this figure, and you know it well. 

it’s a shock though, coming home to find someone lounging on your couch. maybe you should change your door code, maybe you should get a guard dog. because all your cat has done is curl up in the man’s lap. he pets your cat’s silky-soft fur hesitantly, and you know without a shadow of a doubt he’ll have the sniffles later. 

it’s been a while since you’ve seen him, years in fact, but you’d know him anywhere. in the dark, with a blindfold. a moth to his flame. a black cap, an oversized, black t-shirt, dark wash jeans, and converse. the scar on his chin is more pronounced, and his shoulders take up less space. 

“changbin?” you breathe, voice nearly stuck in your throat. 

“yes?” they both reply. 

changbin’s just now walking through the door with your grocery bags, and he kicks the door shut with his foot. he bumps into your back because you haven’t even moved out of the entryway yet, and he’s not looking where he’s going anyway. 

he nearly asks again when he sees the bewildered look in your eyes, and his head follows your gaze to look into your living room. 

only to see himself. 

himself from nearly six years ago. 

the other changbin awkwardly lifts your cat from his lap and places her on the couch so he can stand up and take his cap off. he greets both of you with a shaky bow, baffled eyes looking back and forth from the two of you. 

“i- i didn’t know where else to go. eomma is at work, i just- the only other place i thought to try was here. i’m really thankful you still live here,” he says the last few words with a laugh, but you can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s genuinely relieved. 

you don’t know how he got here; you don’t know how this is even possible, but you rush forward to take him into your arms, leaving your changbin frozen completely in place and shocked in the doorway with his hands full of bags. he hugs you back right away and nearly melts in your arms. changbin still hugs you the same way, chin hooked over your shoulder and both arms curled protectively around your back in a way that always makes you feel safe. 

tears gather in your eyes before you can stop them, immediately hit with the wistfulness of nostalgia. changbin’s body is smaller, more angular. he wears the musky, woodsy cologne you vividly remember buying him for his eighteenth birthday. it’s a smell that suddenly takes you back to the days of sweet, stolen kisses on the seo’s balcony and the giddy hopefulness that your boyfriend would make it big one day. you tighten your arms around him, enveloped by the serene realization that the changbin you finally braved saying those three special words to all those years ago is in your embrace again. 

you’ve been in love with seo changbin since before you even knew what the word meant, what love entailed. ever since six year old changbin tiptoed into your bedroom with a tray of chicken noodle alphabet soup when you stayed home from school sick. he brought you your homework and a handwritten, barely legible get well soon card, and you knew he was something special. even when he tried to spoon feed you and accidentally poured soup all down the front of your dora pajamas. 

when you pull away, you cup his face in your hands. his eyes still sparkle the same way. 

“how are-? how are you here? are you alright?” 

“i’m okay, honestly just as confused as you,” he chuckles. he lets you grab his hands and entwine your fingers, holding them loosely between you. “we’re- we’re still together? i hoped. i prayed. ah, i’m so happy to see you. you’re still so beautiful it’s taking my breath away.” 

he’s still a sweet talker, and his words still make you blush. you don’t think that will ever change. the easy assuredness and honesty changbin always manages to portray has been present since early on, it just got stronger with age. the changbin you hold in your hands is confident and kind, just less comfortable with who he is. he’s finding himself, growing in more ways than one. 

“i feel like i’m interrupting something,” changbin giggles from behind you, finally unsticking himself from the entryway and depositing your grocery bags on the kitchen table. “was i always that smooth?” 

“not at all,” you reply, and you’re only kind of lying. even when changbin embarrassed himself in front of you, he managed to be charming. 

changbin pinches your ass when he walks up behind you, and the other one bites his lip before politely averting his gaze. 

you watch them watch each other, sharp eyes dueling and chests puffed. despite one of them being infinitely smaller, they both hold themselves steady and proud, two jungle cats ready to pounce. 

“aiiish, my past is really catching up with me,” changbin mumbles from behind you. he’s surprisingly calm about this, but you think it might be different if you weren’t here with him. after all, he always says you calm him down when he needs it the most. his grin is sly when he speaks up again. “i’m your hyung~”

“you-!” changbin sputters back. “i’m not calling you hyung. you’re just- you’re just an older me. come on, man.” another stare off, only broken by changbin reaching out a stocky hand to pinch at his younger self’s cheek before he turns around and heads for the bags on the table. 

“you’re hungry, aren’t you? we picked up pasta!” 

one heaping helping of aglio e olio and two stuffed boyfriends later, you and changbin both have to convince the little one to get out of the kitchen. your guest shouldn’t have to clean, and the poor thing’s always so used to washing the dishes. 

“hyung will do them,” changbin grins. “baby changbin has had a long day. you just go take a rest while the big kids clean up, okay?~”  

he rolls his eyes but looks at you for confirmation, eyes wide and sparkling as he waits in the doorway of the kitchen for your command. you shoo him out with a kiss on the cheek, pointing him towards your couch and your kitty that’s waiting patiently for his hesitant attention. 

only when you see him gingerly sit down on your sofa and run a gentle finger down your cat’s soft little head do you join changbin at the sink, pulling your sleeves up so he can wash the bowls while you dry them. 

he moves the bowl right out of your reach when you try to take it from his hands. 

“come sit right here and be cute, yeobo-yah. changbinnie can do it, i just need my cheerleader to give me some motivation.” he pats the counter with a soapy, pink, rubber glove covered hand, and you wipe the spot with a dish towel before hiking yourself up and sitting next to the sink like he said. the sweet, homey sounds of changbin humming while he cleans your dishes fill your heart with warmth. it doesn’t take him long, only three bowls, cups, and a pot, and he quickly washes and dries his hands afterwards so he can cage your legs against the counter with his strong arms. 

his t-shirt fits snugly around his shoulders, and his faded, lavender hair is curly and unruly. just how you like it. 

“have i ever told you how handsome you are?” you whisper. it’s your turn to cage changbin in, pulling him closer to your body by wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his strong waist. 

he tucks his face into your neck and kisses you slowly, lips only growing bolder when you toss your head back to give him more room. 

“mmm,” he hums. “maybe once or twice.” try hundreds. thousands. “could you tell me again?” 

you pull him back by his curly hair and press a short kiss to his round nose, his pouty lips. “you’re so handsome to me, seo changbin.” 

he regards you with hooded eyes, and you tap his lower lip with your thumb before curling it over his bottom teeth. he has such pretty teeth, white and pearly. you love how sharp his canines are, just like little lion fangs. 

“show me your tongue?” you ask through a breath, and changbin complies without batting an eye. he opens his mouth and your fingers make their way inside like it’s where they belong. the pads of your index and middle fingers rub softly back and forth on the slick muscle; his tongue is velvety soft and warm. changbin keeps his eyes on yours while you play with his tongue, slipping your fingers to the back of his throat and running along the ridges of his beautiful teeth. if you were to look down between your legs, you know you’d find him hard in his sweatpants. 

changbin keeps his tongue dutifully still while you play with it, and he doesn’t make a fuss when drool starts to slowly seep down his chin. 

when you kiss him, your fingers are still between his lips. it’s messy from the get go, and your fingers make it to where changbin can’t close his mouth. your tongues meet in the middle in a dance you’ve perfected over the many years you’ve been together. changbin tastes so good, a little bit like the pasta you ate for dinner and a lot like the love of your life. when your slick fingers slip out of his mouth, you bring them to the back of his head to tug on his unruly hair, and changbin pinches at your side with a muffled laugh. his hands pull you closer by the dip of your back, successfully scooting you to the edge of the counter so you’re pressed together tightly. 

a quiet gasp snaps you out of the moment, and you pull away slowly from your sweetheart’s lips, still curled around him like a koala. 

“fuck, sorry,” your special guest scrambles, immediately averting his eyes to the floor, but he doesn’t move from the doorway. 

you clear your throat, and changbin drags the collar of his shirt to his chin to wipe at his spit. 

“it’s okay, changbinnie. it’s just me. it’s just us.” 

he still looks hesitant, but he does finally lift his eyes from the floor to look between the two of you. 

“yah, i know you’re not shy right now! it’s nothing you haven’t done before! you must think i’ve forgotten how we used to kiss back then. you were probably sucking face before you got zapped here!” changbin’s voice raises in pitch, one hand on your thigh and the other wagging in the air dramatically. he’s embarrassed the two of you got caught in such a compromising position, even though you were only caught by him. 

you snort at his comment, shaking your head and covering your face with your hands. changbin’s right though, your little one has no reason to be shy when the two of you used to kiss just as sloppy. curled together on the couch in his fancy living room or snuggled up in his bed during an odd weekend off after his debut. your kisses were less refined and practiced, a messy mesh of tongue and lips and teeth, but making out with seo changbin has always been one of your favorite things. 

“i- we were not! i was just at the dorm. fuck, channie hyung is going to be so mad at me if i miss practice,” he groans. 

changbin backs up while you slip yourself from the counter. he holds your hips to help you safely down to the floor and then takes your spot by the sink when you move towards the doorway. 

taking changbin in your arms feels like second nature, even if this isn’t the body you’re used to anymore. he breathes in shakily, holding his breath for a moment before exhaling sharply. he won’t cry. anyone else might, given the circumstances. changbin has somehow been teleported six years into the future, lost and alone and scared, but you know he won’t let himself cry. 

“we’ll help you get back, don’t you worry,” you coo, petting his hair. “i love having you here with us, but i know you can’t stay. besides, i would miss you too much if you did. like, past me, i mean. your me? little me.” 

that pulls a smile out of him, and he squeezes your waist. you can’t help but smile too. the mere mention of the you he’s with has him grinning like he’s lovesick. you know the feeling well. 

changbin stifles a yawn behind you, heels drumming lightly against the counter drawers. “do you think pd-nim is behind this?” he perks up at his own question, staring the two of you down with serious eyes. “maybe he summoned a wizard to zap you into the future to see if stray kids would be successful or not! maybe pd-nim is the wizard. wah, i’m scared… i always said something was off about him, yeobo, didn’t i?! when you get back, you tell him to kiss my ass and that we’re doing just fine!” 

“i kind of want to tell him that anyway. but i’d get in trouble!” 

“hmm,” changbin hums. he opens his mouth again to rebuttal, but you cut him off before he can. 

“okay, big guy, let’s not get you fired from your dream job. maybe give him another year or two before he starts yelling expletives at the company executives. why don’t we wash up and go to bed instead? hey, yeah. i like that idea.” 

despite his hardheadedness, changbin’s too tired to put up a fight, always sleepy after a big meal and a busy day. he’s never liked to argue with you much anyway. he slides off the counter and giggles when you make grabby hands at him while still holding onto his younger self.  

past-changbin insists on being the last one to shower, and he toes at the rug beside your bed with uncertainty when he’s finished and clothed. the tank top he wears is too loose for his shoulders, changbin had pulled it out of your dresser for him, fabric worn and stretched from use. he holds the band of his new, loose boxers with pointy fingers to keep them from sagging, another hand-me-down from his older self. 

“are you really sure it’s okay for me to sleep in here?” he questions, and you press your lips together to fight the frown that’s forming. 

you and changbin have shared the same bed for years now, but you do understand why he’s asking. you aren’t necessarily his you. you are, but you aren’t, at the same time. you beckon him to the bed regardless, wanting the warmth of both of your sweethearts on either side of you. truthfully, part of you is so adamant because you don’t want him to be alone. if he’s going to be snapped back into the past where he belongs, you’d rather him do it while snug in bed with you, not on your bulky couch, alone and anxious in the darkness of your living room. 

when he pulls the blankets back and lays beside you, he’s as stiff as a board. his dewy skin barely touches you at all, so you reach in between you to hold his hand. you don’t want to pressure him or make him uncomfortable, but you’re reassured when he squeezes your hand and scoots closer to you. 

your other boyfriend, your current boyfriend, is already pressed happily to your side. changbin’s leg is thrown over your thighs, and his bulky arm is thrown over your stomach. he’s like a space heater, even more so with all the muscle weight he’s gained over the past several years, and he latches onto you like he can’t sleep any other way when he’s in bed with you. in all your years together, you really don’t know if he could. 

the only lights left on in your room are the fairy lights above your bed, and you can tell that the smaller body to your left has yet to fall asleep. all of his tells are obvious; his breathing isn’t deep enough and his legs haven’t twitched yet. neither of your boys are asleep. 

“is there something you usually do to relax before bed, changbinnie? something that helps you get to sleep?” you whisper into the silence of the room. 

“well,” he whispers back. “well, i-”

“i jerk off~” changbin sing-songs, high-pitched and filled with aegyo, right in your ear. he giggles when the other changbin groans dramatically. “what?! we do!” 

“do you?” you ask gleefully. realistically, this is something you already know. changbin has told you in vivid detail what he got up to on his own whenever you weren’t with him. past, present. he’s bound to tell you in the future too. all you have to do is ask. you turn over on your side so that you can face him, and changbin makes another high pitched, throaty sound when he cuddles closer behind you to spoon, tugging you by the hips so your bottom is pressed snugly to the curve of his crotch. 

“i mean- i mean, yeah!” he laughs. little changbin rubs at his eye with a tired fist. “or you do it instead. sometimes, when we can.” 

“i help you out a lot, don’t i?” 

“not as much as we’d both like.” 

you grin at his answer, and you can even feel changbin behind you hiding his own sly smirk in the nape of your neck. your room is getting toasty, and not just because you’re surrounded by two warm bodies. 

“omo, we’re so smooth. no wonder you like us so much.” 

before you can reply, he kisses your neck again. slowly, deeply, just like he did earlier in the kitchen. it makes your eyes flutter, and the smaller man watches in awe. it’s his turn to roll onto his side; he faces you completely now, cupping your hands in his and watching the scene unfold before him with rapt attention. 

“i can help. i can still help, if you want me to,” you breathe. you’re nearly dazed; changbin’s endless kisses to the skin of your sensitive neck always have that effect on you, and you can tell the sight is working up the younger man before you as well.  

he presses closer to you without a word, angling his hips up so you can slip your hand into his boxers. changbin’s mouth opens on a gasp, but the noise that leaves his throat is gritty rather than the high pitched coos and whimpers you’re accustomed to him making now. his jawline is so sharp you can’t help but lean forward to kiss him, licking languidly up his jaw until you’re suckling at his earlobe and flicking your tongue at the dangling hoop earring in it. 

there are so many hands roaming. you can’t tell which changbin is gripping your thighs or fondling your tits through your sleep shirt, all you know is that his hands always touch your body perfectly. you reckon both of your hands would be just as restless if you didn’t have one shoved in changbin’s underwear. but the other. the other is frantically reaching behind you to knead at changbin’s hulking arms, grip his tight ass. it’s moving forward just as frantically to massage the other’s flatter chest, feel the smaller, bulging muscles in his arm. 

changbin’s cock is slick with precum and deliciously, mouthwateringly fat and short in your grasp. your fingers barely touch when they’re wrapped around him, nothing has changed about that, and you can feel his coarse pubic hair whenever your fist glides down his base. 

he’s relatively docile while you stroke him, content to lay still and let you have your fun. he’s not submissive. not yet, he hasn’t let himself be. 

he stiffens though when another hand joins yours on his body, this one veiny and thick. changbin reaches across you to run his hand up his younger self’s thigh, feeling the clammy skin and dipping the tips of his fingers underneath the loose legs of his boxers. 

“oh, f-fuck, isn’t this- isn’t it weird?” he grimaces. changbin’s hand squeezes his little thigh in response. 

“it’s alright to let yourself feel, i promise. i’m just you, and yeobo is yeobo. who better to feel with?” changbin answers, as reassuring and wise as ever. 

the younger man has no idea the half of that yet, no idea of the steps he’ll take in the future to truly and fully love the body he’s blessed with. it was beautiful to be a part of, changbin’s journey in finding himself, in loving himself. it was just as beautiful, too, to watch as changbin slowly began allowing his body to feel the pleasure it so desperately desired. he’s always deserved it, to experience pleasure so all encompassing and fulfilling that it brought tears to his eyes. 

if you were to tell him now, you think your baby changbin would hide away in disbelief at the fact that just six years down the road, he willingly sits in front of the full body mirror on the back of his bedroom door and touches himself. he watches while he rubs gentle, calloused hands over the swell of his chest and his puffy, brown nipples, over his toned but soft stomach. his thighs get love before his cock ever does; he spreads his legs so he can trace his stretch marks on his inner thighs with the tips of his fingers, beautiful, evident signs of his consistent hard work and dedication. he lets himself moan while he explores his body, a sweet, singing falsetto, unbridled and unashamed. he’s utterly free. 

changbin gulps, but he nods nonetheless, relaxing into the pillows under his head and letting the two of you have your way with him. your wrist is starting to ache where it’s caught under the band of his boxers, and he lifts his hips when you tug on it so you can pull them down his thighs. 

your fist finds its way right back to changbin’s thick cock, jerking the tip until his precum makes your movements squelch obscenely. 

“there you go, listen to that,” you coo, and he opens his mouth to speak but closes it quickly instead, squinting his eyes shut tightly. 

“ask for what you want, aegi,” changbin implores. “you don’t ever have to be scared to ask here.”

changbin nods again, but it takes him a minute to get his bearings straight. your hand moves adeptly on his cock, and he can barely focus enough to get the words to come out of his mouth. your darling boy’s never been one to multitask. 

“wetter. wetter, please, just a little. can you-?” 

you’re about to try and wiggle your way to your nightstand to grab the lube in your top drawer, but changbin beats you to it. instead, he props up on his palm and leans over you, spitting directly down onto the hard cock that peaks slightly through your grip. with so many years together under your belt, you already know what changbin is thinking when he gets that determined look in his eye.

he doesn’t push your hand out of the way, but you move in tandem together. yours slinks down from the head, to the base, and further down to his heavy balls so you can fondle those instead, while changbin’s thick fingers take the place of yours on the tip of the other man’s cock. his spit is oozing down the side of the crown, and he smooths his fist down tightly to start polishing his dick like only he knows how to. 

“holy shit,” changbin grunts, overwhelmed with the feeling of two different hands on him. 

“it’s good, isn’t it?” he asks, and the sly smirk on his face makes your cunt pulse. changbin is so sexy when he’s confident.

his movements are rough and quick, just how you know he likes the best, and it has the little one’s eyes rolling. his legs twitch harshly at a particularly nasty twist of his wrist, and you throw one of your legs over his so your thighs press together. changbin’s hand looks so good on his cock; you already knew it did, and so do yours, fingers kneading and squeezing diligently at his heavy sac. 

the sight is positively mesmerizing. so similar to what you’re used to yet so different at the same time. you know that changbin’s expert grip is going to make him cum soon, but you’re suddenly struck with another idea that hopefully the other two will enjoy just as much as you will.

“do you wanna fuck me?” you ask, eyes locked on changbin’s face. he’s pink with exertion, sweat dotting his angular face and chest heaving in pleasure. changbin slows his fist on his cock, ultimately pulling his hand away to tug harshly on his bush of curly pubic hair, successfully making him twitch again. 

“always, i always do,” he wheezes. 

“that will never change,” changbin smiles back, and the look he gives you is tender before he ducks his head to give you a kiss. it’s a sweet kiss, close-lipped and short, until changbin’s sticky fingers make his way to your lips. he pulls away for a moment, opening his mouth and breathing out a soft ahhh for you to copy, and the second your mouth falls open his fingers slide inside. the taste of his precum is bitter and strong, changbin’s diet back then was much different than it is now, but you suck on his fingers dutifully, even sensually licking up his palm to catch more of his musky taste when you’re done. “showing our baby changbin just how naughty you really are, huh?” 

changbin’s leaning over you, so you use your strength to flip him onto his back and straddle his lap. he’s such a strong boy, so brawny and powerful and sturdy, but it’s all for show in bed. changbin always happily lets you maneuver him however you want, and this time is no exception. 

your little one looks at the two of you in awe, staring wide-eyed at your new position on the bed. you wiggle your hips when you notice his eyes slip to your ass. your sleep shirt has rucked up your back, so your bottom is only covered now by a pair of old, cotton panties. changbin catches on quickly too, all too used to having his attention drawn to your ass, and he brings his hand to your cheeks before slowly sliding the band of your panties down down down. 

you have to lift onto your knees and then awkwardly onto your toes for him to fully take your panties off, but you know neither of them are thinking about how silly you must have just looked. changbin cups underneath your cheeks with both hands again, spreading them until you’re gasping and arching your back. 

the other changbin sits up abruptly to watch, angling his head towards your ass to see the way you let yourself be groped by his hands. 

“which hole do you want?” you ask. 

he balks, and his voice pitches up an octave. “t-that’s something you like? we-! we- um, we do it like that? s-sometimes?” 

“we do it a lot of ways,” changbin grins. “but yeobo-yah likes it, don’t you? having this tiny hole stretched?” 

and changbin poked harmless fun at you for being naughty in front of your guest. he’s just as bad! he’s posturing, eagerly trying to show his other self all the things he has to look forward to with you.   

“i like it a lot. you’re a big stretch,” you say, and you can’t help but giggle giddily when changbin just blinks rapidly in response. “do you wanna try it?”  

“i- yes, but. but we haven’t… i haven’t done that- um. i haven’t done that with you yet. in- in my time. i don’t- i want- fuck, i think i want to save it.” 

you and changbin both coo at his answer. it’s silly, but it has your eyes stinging a little bit, throat tightening up when you think about all of the things you get to share with changbin. all of your firsts together. he’s a good man, a good person, and you’re so unbelievably lucky to love him in this life of yours. past, present, and future. 

you’re pulled out of your reverie when changbin rolls you over. he’s got you on your side, and he curls up behind you to spoon just like he did earlier. the only difference is that this time, changbin grips you by the thigh and lifts it up so that you’re spread open. 

“you’re well acquainted with this though, right?” he asks, reaching down to thumb at your glistening cunt, and his other self nods so eagerly that his hair bounces. 

both of their hands are on you before you can blink. one changbin circles desperate fingers over your clit while the other teases at your rim. when did he even get the lube? being sandwiched between the two of them feels so right, there isn’t anyone you’d rather be with more. they have magic hands, magic lips. changbin, the one behind you, noses softly at your ear and sucks the lobe into his mouth while he stretches your ass with one thick finger. the one before you buries his face between your t-shirt clad breasts before kissing up to your neck. his fingers slip and slide over your clit, only pausing his motions to crook a finger into your cunt. 

“changbin,” you moan, unrestrained and pitiful. 

“yes,” the younger one moans back. “yes, do you feel good?” he slips another finger inside you. changbin fucks you diligently with two, right down to the bony knuckle, twisting and curling his fingers just right to have your cunt drooling rivulets down to his wrist. 

his fingers are just as diligent in your ass. they’re thicker, much like everything else on the body of your changbin, but he’s still as gentle as ever until you start rocking your hips back onto him for more. 

“greedy bunny,” he coos, promptly stuffing you with another finger. 

you can barely breathe between them, uninhibited moans float so freely from your open mouth that breathing becomes a second priority. their fingers prod inside your body, three in each hole, you’re stuffed full before they even fill you with their fat cocks. they’ve got you so soaked that you know you’re wetting the sheets underneath you, your thighs must be slick to the touch. 

a particularly toe-curling crook of changbin’s fingers in your cunt has your moans catching in your throat. the only noise in the room now is the heady squelching of your cunt while his fingers batter that special little spot inside you. it’s so loud that your cheeks heat up and your eyes squeeze shut.

“hm? what was that?” changbin leans over your shoulder and addresses your talking cunt, smiling down at you teasingly. the addition of changbin’s small pinky into your asshole has a shrill squeak peeling from your throat, and you throw your hand back to grip his hair while the other searches for the younger’s arm. 

“fuck me, fuck me! f-fuck, both of you, please. get- get your dicks out, get naked.”

with everyone’s sweaty clothes now shed, you find yourself with your back pressed to changbin’s warm, sturdy chest. he’s reclined against the pillows and holding your thighs steadily in his hands, spreading them wide so the younger man can settle between them. they both steady you when you sit up slightly to press his slick cock to your rim, grinding against the fat, mushroom tip.

“beg me to put it in,” you breathe. you toss your head back against his shoulder and wait. 

it doesn’t take him long; it never does when you ask him for something. demand something. 

“please,” he starts. he’s plenty strong enough, he could have his way with you in a second. if he wanted to hold you still and bully his cock inside your hole, he could, but he won’t. it’s better when he works for it. “please. please, have i been good enough? binnie needs it, i really do. i want to make you cum so bad. please let me try? i’ll work really hard.” if you were to turn your head, you know you’d be met with those sweet, shining, earnest eyes of his. 

instead, you look up towards the other changbin and see him watching you with dumbfounded eyes. a look of wonder, almost. you watch him as you sit up again, finally pressing changbin’s thick cock into the tight ring of your rim. it pops inside and you jolt, mouth opening in a silent moan while you sink further down on him. they both hold you steady while you do; you’re not going anywhere. 

“t-thank you! thank you, yes. yes, you’re so good to me,” he whimpers, babbles. “my treasure, you’re- oh, you’re so pretty. so pretty inside t-too.” 

changbin shuffles forward on his knees, bumping your swollen clit with the tip of his cock. he’s not looking to put it inside yet, just giving your sweet little clit some much needed stimulation while you adjust to the other’s thick cock stretching your ass. he grinds against you like that, pressing his dick against your slit fully and rocking against it. 

your eyes flutter when you look at him again, and he’s already watching you with half-lidded eyes. you nod your head, reaching your hand down to guide his cock to the slick hole of your cunt.

“me- me too? can i put it inside too?” 

you cry out immediately listening to him beg. you know this one isn’t used to it yet, and it’s a beautiful start. you didn’t ask him to beg, you weren’t even going to, but he wanted to. he’ll get there before he knows it. 

“please, i want you inside too, changbinnie,” you say, biting your lip and fluttering your eyelashes. it’s a low blow, one you know will get him worked up right away, and he grips himself in his fist and presses slowly inside the slick heat of your pussy. 

it’s almost like the world stops turning when they both fit fully inside. the fiendish part of your hindbrain wonders if they can feel each other's cocks inside of you, only separated by so little. they’re both completely still, selflessly letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness of them inside your body. when you give them the go ahead, heat bursts in your stomach right away. it’s nearly an earth shattering feeling, having their hips snapping against you gently and fucking you together. changbin’s ability to use his hips has always made you see stars, even early on in your sexual relationship. it’s no different now, the only difference now is that the feeling is doubled. 

changbin’s strong hands move from your thighs to your breasts, cupping them lightly in his hands so he can feel the way they bounce while you’re fucked on top of him. 

you’re moved between them expertly; the momentum from the two men, one above, one below, fucking you perfectly on their cocks makes your head bob dazedly against changbin’s shoulder. you want to cum so bad, everything about tonight has worked you into a frenzy, and you want them to cum just as desperately. 

a sneaky clench of your cunt has both men moaning. 

“oooh,” changbin coos underneath you, a cute, nasally little thing. he’s just as loud as you are, if not louder, but that’s just how you want him. it took a long time for changbin to become comfortable with the noises his body makes naturally. he doesn’t have to groan or grunt or speak ruggedly into your ear for you to think he’s sexy, for him to think he’s sexy. “clenching binnie s-so tight, you’re gonna make me burst!” 

your other changbin isn’t faring any better, just as lost in pleasure as his other self is. 

“if you keep that up i’ll cum,” he grits, and his jaw clenches when he speaks. “i’ll cum, i’ll cum, y-yeobo. yeobo.  

you want him to. you want them both to, so your hand flies down to rub your clit in tight little circles to egg them on. you clench involuntarily now, cunt pulsing randomly when your fingers rub just right. having two cocks inside feels unreal. you’ve dabbled in it before with changbin, a small, white, confetti sprinkled dildo filling your ass while changbin’s cock fucked your cunt raw, but two real cocks is something else entirely. 

two real cocks, both belonging to your life partner, your soulmate. his cock isn’t nearly the longest, but it feels like he’s in your guts, carving a place just for himself inside your body. he’s in your throat, he’s in your lungs, he’s all you feel. 

the little one cums first, pulling out of your pussy at the last possible second so he can jerk himself off and cum on your clit. he never cums inside. that takes time too, always a gentleman and always precautious. 

one changbin down, one to go, but you know it won’t be long with how high pitched changbin’s moans have become. he’s crying out on every exhale, every thrust inside. it’s addicting.

“please,” he begs again. “please, i want you to cum first!” 

you ultimately think he’ll beat you to it, but the younger man takes that as a challenge. changbin is still between your legs, and he leans down until he can lick sloppily at your messy clit. it’s covered in his bitter cum, but he doesn’t care, he licks and sucks on it like his favorite candy, and your thighs are clenching shut around him before you know it. he focuses right on your clit, speedy little tongue flicking noisily at that special button that always makes you squeal when he licks fast enough. 

it’s pivotal, the orgasm they give you. changbin’s cock is buried deep in your ass and his tongue is flicking away at your sensitive clit. a jarring, animal-like wail pierces your ears, and it takes you a moment to realize that the noise is coming from you. 

“pleasepleaseplease,” changbin chants, eyes on the prize now that you’ve cum on his cock. “have i done well? can i cum, please? please, can i cum?” he nearly dislodges you with the force of his thrusts against the backs of your sticky thighs, but his hands hold you readily in place. 

“cum for me! cum inside, you deserve it. baby, you always deserve it.”

changbin listens well, and he cums inside your ass with another cry, thighs shaking underneath you as he pumps you full of his warm cum. when he’s done, he rolls you back over onto your side. his slick, softening cock slips from your ass while he does, and the three of you lay there breathing heavily. you’re all going to sleep well tonight. after you take another shower. 

when you blink your eyes open, little changbin is already looking at you with a downturned smile on his handsome face. 

“can- i mean, we just fucked like that, but i haven’t even kissed you yet! i’m such a fool,” changbin laughs. “can i give you a kiss?” you giggle back. his laugh and his smile are always infectious, and you pull him in by the back of his neck for a sweet kiss. it’s still sweet even when your tongues curl together, sweet when changbin hums contentedly against your mouth. his pointy fingertips brush gently against your bare back, and you shiver. your nipples are growing hard against his naked chest. 

when you part, your lips smack wetly, and your boyfriend is quick to take your place. he rolls the little one onto his back and throws a leg over his waist, cupping the back of his neck to keep him still. they look at each other for a moment before their lips press together. it starts off slow, gentle smacks of pink, plump lips. changbin’s bottom lip is so fat, and it’s such an erotic sight to see the two of them kissing, see changbin kissing himself. his lower lip slots perfectly between the other’s top and bottom. the kiss grows bolder the longer they go, and your fingers slip between your legs at the first hint of tongue. you’d be crazy if you didn’t. changbin licks dauntlessly into his younger self’s mouth, lapping sensually at his slick tongue and sucking on his plump bottom lip. shaky fingers curl over his broad shoulders; their hips slowly begin to rock against each other’s, soft, sensitive cocks frotting messily between them. 

changbin pulls away from him for a moment, nuzzling his nose against the younger man’s, but the sweet gesture is paired with serious eyes. “yah. yah, everything is going to be okay, aegi. do you hear me? i promise you.”

something tells you he won’t be here when you wake up, but the pang of sadness you instantly feel is soon replaced by comfort, an easy acceptance. changbin will wake up safe and sound in his bed. he’ll go home and grow, learn about himself and mature in every way he needs to. it will take years; he’ll stumble every now and then, but you know from experience that he’ll come out triumphant on the other side every time he gets back up. 

you’ll be there every step of the way.

RANDOM CHANGBIN GIFS 43/∞: Changbin with Dwaekki at a concert via kkulchon9 and g0kittyg0g0

matrilineal | s.cb

long overdue fic, written for the collab run by @bearseungmin​ strange devotion!!

summary: after receiving the news that your estranged grandmother has passed, leaving behind no will, you and your boyfriend offer to clean out your house so it’ll be ready to sell. but as you spend more and more time in the house, you realize just exactly what led your mother to never speak to her own mother ever again.

pairing: gradstudent!changbin x gradstudent!reader

genre: supernatural, romance, paranormal, suspense, angst, horror, establishedrelationship!au

warnings: language, suggestive content, themes of generational trauma as a result of domestic abuse, blood, cigarettes, mentions of lung cancer, parental death, parental neglect as a result of depression, broken bones, demonic possession, mentions of animal death and animal abuse, food and eating, needles, EVERYONE has issues but especially y/n, fire, mild gore and body horror, hospitals, CREEPY IMAGES USED 

song recs: connie francis - who’s sorry now // mumford & sons - devil in your eye // tally hall - & // mitski - me and my husband // father john misty - o i long to feel your arms around me // rina sawayama - love it if we made it // taemin - advice // lemon demon - when he died // suho & jang jane - dinner // bts - trivia: seesaw // rina sawayama - dynasty // mitski - first love / late spring

word count: 28.9k

a/n: OH BOY. this is wild. this fic is insanely personal and the climax is probably the weirdest thing i’ve ever written, and i love it so much. if you have mommy issues,, this is for you.

You actually missed your mother’s first phone call. It was only once you’d left your last class of that Friday before spring break that you’d noticed that she had called you. 

Upon checking your messages, you saw a few of her messages.

[7:57 PM] Mom: Please call. me when you can

Mom: Really  urgent

 Of course, as you got onto the bus to go home, you sent her a message.

[8:11 PM] Y/N: okay. i’m on the bus right now but i promise i’ll speak to you when i get home.

[8:13 PM] Mom: OK

You felt a sense of dread as you put the phone back into your pocket. The headache you’d had since 11 AM, the fact that there were no free seats, the lights of the bus—which somehow managed to be both too bright and too dim at the same time—did nothing to alleviate your mood.

The topic of the call didn’t stop bothering you until you were at your apartment doorstep. Yes, you loved your mother, but she had her issues, and you hated when she got vague like this. There was no telling what it could be.

Unlocking the door, you tugged your shoes off and left them in the entryway. With a deep sigh, you trudged over to the couch, where you pulled out the phone. Heaving a sigh, you found two more missed calls from your mother. 

Your mother’s neuroticism was nothing new. She’d been like this for as long as you could remember, and you knew she was doing her best, but… 

This is gonna be bad, you surmised to yourself, pressing the call back button. Squeezing your eyes shut and rubbing your eyelids, you listened for the dial tone.

She picked up almost immediately. The first dial tone didn’t even finish before she was picking up and breathing out, “Y/N?”

“Mom? What happened?” You leaned forward. She took a shaky breath, before speaking.

“She’s dead.”

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cafe limbo.

based off before the coffee gets cold x everything, everywhere, all at once | parallel universe au 

this is so confusing idk pls don’t ask me idek how to explain this multiverse of madness

a/n: clearing drafts; writing for minho is always so cathartic

concept dump

a cafe which connects this world and the other. except, there’s too many universes, and not all of them parallel. a small mistake could send a hurtling butterfly effect through the quantum and you might find yourself stuck in a void forever. the question is, would you still be willing to do it knowing all this?

minho wants nothing but to move on from you. your memories, your smile, your voice. your death. and even though there’s the factor that he can time travel and the possibility of altering reality pinches his skin every waking moment, he’s learnt from his mistake once. he will not – cannot – go back in time and amend that horrible, horrifying night. he won’t. he shouldn't.

but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be losing his mind when you come flying right through the doors of the cafe, hair askew and panting, out of breath. it certainly doesn’t mean he will entertain the possibility of you leaping through realities and making your way into another universe for your own reasons. it most definitely, undeniably will not be the reason for minho’s bane of existence when you go missing after a week again, without so much as acknowledging him even once during this period. how could you have stayed a week in a parallel universe and suddenly disappeared without a trace yet again?

does minho dare to sit down with a cup of coffee and travel through time? how long before he gets addicted to the drink for him to be able to get his answers? how far does he dare to push the limits of time travelling?

how much is he willing to sacrifice?