Four - Whiskey-filled Stories

four - whiskey-filled stories

Seo Changbin x fem!oc

Tags: Gang!AU, TattooArtist!OC x GangMember!Changbin, smut, violence, drugs, swearing, death, characters are not morally good people

Minji didn’t expect much from sleeping with the hot muscle at her local bar. She left first, after all.

Changbin knows her face. She’s a regular of the bar that Hyunjin runs, loves a strong drink, and has some truly beautiful tattoos.

It should’ve been a one-time thing. That was until Minji inadvertently got herself caught in the middle of a gang war by somehow pissing off the wrong person.

| MASTERLIST

“Penny for your thoughts?”

She turned her head slightly, looking at the man seated next to her.

“You wouldn’t have enough pennies, Chris.”

The man grinned at her, refilling her whiskey glass before snatching the cigarette from her hand and taking a drag from it.

“Bitch.”

It was surprising how quickly they became comfortable with one another, their banter reminiscent of their shared mutual friends. It was natural, she figured, for them to connect so deeply. While everyone, save for Jeongin, had trained under GOT7, none of them had as deep of a friendship with the older guys like Chan. He didn’t know the full scope of her relationship with the men he saw as older brothers, but he knew enough from mentions of her over the years to the fact that she seemed to know why, and even potentially where GOT7 was hiding. She didn’t have to wax poetics, he saw it all in her dark eyes.

“Is the decorating going well?” Chan asked, handing her cigarette back to her.

“Yeah. Thanks for everything, by the way.” 

“Well we did kinda cause your shop to get ruined, so it's the least I can do.” 

“I killed the guy, not you, don’t take my credit.” She snarked, “Also just learn to accept gratitude.”

Chan and the guys were godsends. With her parlour destroyed, she didn’t have the space to tattoo or train her apprentice. In their last consultation, she had mentioned searching for a new place for her parlour. Chan had then offered the empty retail space on the ground floor of the building, next to the club. She hadn’t realized that he owned the entire building, except for the Scarlet Lagoon, which Hyunjin owned. It made sense. It was an excellent base for the group and brought in significant legal money. She had been redecorating the space for the past few days, Hyunjin and Jisung often stopping by and aiding her, to the amazement of Wei, who very obviously had a crush on Hyunjin.

She was a relatively frugal person, tending to only splurge occasionally for special occasions. It came in handy in this case, having the extra funds for new equipment and supplies. They were expected to re-open in their new location in a few days, but there were a few things left.

“Having some trouble figuring out what to put on the walls, given that all the paintings are damaged,” Minji said, taking a long drag of her cigarette.

“What did you do with them?”

“They’re in my office in my apartment.” Minji said, “Can’t get rid of them.”

“Youngjae’s right? The paintings, that is?”

“How’d you know?” Minji said.

“Jisung mentioned seeing the one from Jaebum’s office. Thought you stole it at first.” Chan shrugged.

She snorted, “No, it was a gift to me, before y’know. The rest of the paintings are birthday presents from him as well.”

“Why don’t you frame some of your sketches? You’ve got quite the artistic talent.”

“I mean I could, but my sketches are always just… sketches. The finalized art is what goes on people.”

“The unfinishedness could be the look though. Your shop’s aesthetic was already kinda edgy.”

“The exact aesthetic is dark academia, but I suppose it could work.”

Chan made a face but didn’t retaliate further.

“The question is what to remake onto a standard-size canvas. Given the space, I want seven pieces of artwork up.” 

“Do you have your sketchbook?”

His eyes were on the sketchbook on the counter, yet he still asked that question with a stupid grin on his face.

“No.” 

He chuckled as she flipped the book open, thumbing through pages of sketches. 

“What about this one?”

His finger stopped her from flicking the page, pressing gently across the page that depicted a bouquet.

“The Death Bouquet itself, good choice.” Minji hummed, her manicured nail tracing the pattern of the sketch.

“The Death Bouquet is a real thing?”

“Well, it is an urban legend in my hometown.” She explained. “I drew it and it is the first tattoo I ever got.”

“What’s the legend?”

“Well, it starts with two brothers. It’s said that they were inseparable, even through their teenage and adult years. The younger brother moved away, seeking to find his way, leaving his brother behind. Several years later, he came back to town, with a fianceé. His brother was overjoyed at his return but found himself unable to connect with his brother, too in love with his soon-to-be wife. The older brother found himself resenting their relationship, as it was all his family talked about.”

Her hand stopped tracing, finger staying put on the ribbon of the bouquet.

“It was only until their wedding day, when he was helping his soon-to-be sister get ready, that he realized that he hated their relationship because he loved her. Her bouquet was full of baby’s breath, the flowers of purity and young love, her favourite flower. He was beside himself, torn by his grief and love for the one woman he couldn’t have.”

“When he went outside for a breather, he saw a pretty purple flower going in the gardens. When he came closer to the flowers, he recognized them as Wisteria flowers. When he saw the plants, his bitter heart turned to greed and jealousy, and he plucked a few flowers, making sure to gather a handful of seeds. When he returned to the bride, just before the ceremony was to begin, she wholly accepted the new addition to her bouquet, awed enough to not the seeds he placed in the ceremonial tea that the flower girl was to carry out.”

“However, as he stood by his brother's side, watching as the couples reached for the cups that contained the tea, he could only watch as they drank from the same cup, the bride and his brother ingesting poisonous tea. And when the couple went very still later that night, entangled in their wedding sheets, it was the brother they found, seated at the altar of the wedding church, the bouquet in his hands with tears in his eyes.”

It was silent within the empty Scarlet Lagoon, Minji nursing her whiskey and Chan staring off into existence.

“Is it true? The story?”

“The married couple were found dead, and wisteria toxin was found in their systems. It is assumed that it was the brother, but no one knows. The story is from a few decades before I was born.”

“If people assumed it was the brother, then why didn’t he get arrested for it?”

“He was found dead when the police came to question him. Alcohol poisoning.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Jesus Christ indeed.” Minji hummed, tipping her glass toward him as if she was toasting him. “That’s the world we live in.”

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"So are you two going to fuck again or are you just going back to staring at her." 

Changbin smacked Minho on the arm, as he pulled his eyes away from Minji across the room. The Scarlet Lagoon was packed, but that was expected. One of the main reasons that the club was as popular as it was, is that it had a themed night once a month. And it wasn't cheesy themes, continuing with the luxe and glamourous interior and general vibe of the club.

It was one of those themed nights, and due to the level of people there, it was customary for all eight of them to attend. And now Minji was attending, no longer a regular of the club and now free to move around. Yet she had stayed at her regular spot at the bar until Hyunjin had weaved through the crowd and pulled her onto the dance floor.

The pair were easily the best looking on the dance floor, the red velvet of Hyunjin's suit pairing nicely with the blush pink satin of Minji's dress. 

As if they could sense people talking about them, the pair wormed their way out of the dance floor, coming over to the table. Hyunjin reached the table before them, Changbin noting the darker tint to his lips and the single red tear-drop-shaped jewel beneath his left eye. 

Minji approached them, the satin hugging her figure down to her hips before it draped loosely down the rest of her body, hiding her legs from view save for her heeled feet. A loose white sheer shawl hung loosely off her arms, upon which matching rose-gold arm cuffs sat. Her fingers had countless rings upon them, all in soft pastels and golds, mimicking her rose-gold jewelled nails. The pastels and rose gold theme continued, up to the cuffs and chains from her ears, which were unnaturally pointed. There were countless small braids littered throughout her hair, with jewels twisted into the braids. Her makeup was simplistic, but the attention still went to her eyes, now a bright purple.

"I see you are strikingly on theme," Chan said, as Minji accepted a drink from him as she sat down next to Jeongin.

"It's a supernatural theme, it's easy to be on theme."

"You wouldn't believe how many people we've had to turn down because they aren't on theme or are dressed like a corny dollar store supernatural," Hyunjin said, scoffing as he stole Seungmin's drink from him.

"You're an ass," Seungmin said, stealing the drink back.

Jeongin tapped her hand as she set her drink down, so she turned to look at the younger man, dressed nicely in a black suit with a scratch across his cheekbone. She noted the dark grey acrylics on his nails, long enough to dig into her hand slightly.

"Yes?"

"How did you do the pointed ears? They look really cool." Jeongin gushed.

"They're prosthetics. Another time I could put a pair on you?"

"I'd like that."

"Stop trying to be cute to woo Minji, Jeong," Minho said.

"Stop being a mood killer and I'll consider." The youngest snapped back.

Minji grinned at their banter, taking another drink. As set her drink down, she noted his eyes on her again. She wasn't blind, she could feel the looks upon her from him but chose not to act upon it. Would it potentially get awkward when she started tattooing the guys tomorrow? Most likely, especially since she was going to be tattooing his pectoral.

But that was tomorrow's problem.

five - welcome to the compound

Seo Changbin x fem!oc

Tags: Gang!AU, TattooArtist!OC x GangMember!Changbin, smut, violence, drugs, swearing, death, characters are not morally good people

Minji didn’t expect much from sleeping with the hot muscle at her local bar. She left first, after all.

Changbin knows her face. She’s a regular of the bar that Hyunjin runs, loves a strong drink, and has some truly beautiful tattoos.

It should’ve been a one-time thing. That was until Minji inadvertently got herself caught in the middle of a gang war by somehow pissing off the wrong person.

| MASTERLIST

It was entirely different, seeing her in her element. Hair braided back and a black surgical mask upon her face. Even with half of her face covered, he got to see her face much closer than he had in the past two weeks.

Everything about the space was so uniquely her, from the burgundy leather of the tattooing bed, the dark grey of the walls, the floating wooden bookshelves with old classics, the framed sketches on the walls, the lingering smell of mahogany and whiskey that carried throughout the shop, and the playlist echoing softly throughout the room consisting of Rina Sawayama and Wet Leg.

It was awkward lying shirtless in front of her, but she hadn't commented or reacted out of the ordinary. It was strange for him to feel this way. He was confident in his body, why wouldn't he be, he was not named 'The Enforcer' for nothing.

"You still feeling good?" She asked, picking up her tattoo gun to clean it and swap the black ink to red. 

He tried not to think too much about her warm hand on his cold chest.

"Yeah." 

"Do you want a blanket at all? Your body temperature dropped." She offered.

"That sounds great." He said, "You don't need to check on me so much."

"I kinda do," She hummed grabbing a light grey knit blanket off of a dresser and dropping it on his chest, "This is your first tattoo, and men, in general, tend to have a worse reaction."

"So I've heard." He spoke, adjusting the blanket 

"Do you want any other tattoos? I'm going in with the red now."

"Eventually yeah. It's just been a safety risk beforehand for us, so that's why none of us have tattoos."

"You guys are pretty strong on security. Most artists don't care whether or not the money we get paid was gained from bad blood."

"Well, we were being extra careful after everything went down. Didn't know who possibly could be involved with whom."

"Makes sense."

They sat in silence for the rest of the session, and only when she was applying the second skin to his pectoral. 

"You tattooing anyone else today?"

"No, I'm doing two at a time. I'm getting Jisung and Minho tomorrow." 

"Care for an official tour of the building?" 

She glanced at him, as she began to clean up.

"Sure. Do you have permission to give me a tour?"

"I don't need permission, I'm Chan's right hand."

She raised an unconvinced eyebrow at him.

"Okay, Chan gave me permission."

"That's what I thought." She grinned, "You can sit up and put your shirt back on."

He got up, grabbing his t-shirt but not putting it on, instead walking over to the mirror and admiring his first ink.

The logo they had decided on from the many different logos and iterations was rather simplistic. An outline of a circle in black, with the letters 'SKZ' written in the center in a rather scratchy font. Only the 'K' in the center was a bright cherry red. Unlike the last gang tattoo she had done, the guys pretty much all wanted them in different spots, and as such, she had eight stencils of two different sizes.

Chan and Changbin were one of two pairs, both getting theirs on the right pectoral. Jisung and Minho, the other pair, hence why she was tattooing them back-to-back, both wanted them on their left deltoids. Hyunjin wanted his on the back of his right hand, which Minji was still unsure of the reasoning given that Hyunjin always wore gloves whenever he was around people other than the guys, and recently, her. Jeongin was wanting his on the side of his left ankle, which she thought suited the shy man. Felix was also getting it on his ankle, but the right one instead. Lastly, Seungmin had picked the inside of his right wrist, mimicking one of her tattoos. 

By the time she had finished cleaning and putting away her equipment, and had ditched her mask and gloves, Changbin was leaning against a bare portion of the wall, arms crossed over his chest and watching her.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to show me around?"

"What do you prefer?" He teased, that stupid smirk reappearing on his face.

Scoffing, she smacked the side of his chest that she hadn't tattooed as the passed through the door. She heard him chucking as he followed her through the employee's access into the rest of the building. Only when she had reached the backdoor towards the alleyway of the building did she turn to look back at him.

"Are you going to show me around or not?"

"As you command. So you're familiar with the first-floor back hallways between your shop and the Serpent Lagoon. The rest of the second floor is full of decoy rooms, in case a guest wanders off. The third floor also has some decoy rooms, much like the one you've been in before..."

His voice trailed off, his mind going to the fateful night. 

"The fourth floor is where the actual rooms start happening," Chanbin explained, as he pushed open a seemingly benign supply closet door. 

The swanky, jazz club interior of the early floors disappeared into a modern interior design, the carpet giving way to hardwood flooring and the walls now covered with pricier artwork instead of artwork she would've seen in a nice hotel.

"The fourth and fifth floors contain our condos." Changbin explained, "Hyunjin, Jeongin, Felix, and Jisung all live on this floor."

He guided her to a lobby of sorts, with a swanky elevator. He pointed out the four black doors on the floor, unlabelled but each door instead holding a symbol on it.

"What do the symbols mean?"

"You'd have to ask them. But they live on the floor in alphabetical order from right to left. Word of warning though, if you come around here, I wouldn't just knock or barge into anyone's rooms. We're all pretty particular about our personal spaces here. Jeongin and Minho are the most so. If you're going to go into anyone's apartment, the best space is Felix's apartment, unless you are allergic to common baking ingredients."

"I'm not."

The two boarded the elevator, going up a floor. When they stepped into the lobby, it was the same as the previous floor, with four doors. 

"Myself, Minho, and Seungmin live on this floor, plus there's an unused condo we use for guests or storage."

"Where does Chan live?"

"He's one floor up," Changbin said, nudging her back in the direction of the elevator. "His condo is special, as the elevator opens directly into the house. Because it takes up the entire floor, we tend to use it as a communal space. We're having dinner there tonight if you want to join in."

"Sure thing." Minji said, "So what's on the next floor?"

The elevator door opened again, now on the seventh floor. Minji was completely in awe at the sight of it, stepping out of the elevator before Changbin even said anything.

"I think you know." Changbin chuckled.

The entire seventh floor was one massive laboratory, and by god it was beautiful. It was filled with the best equipment money could buy. It was similar to the senior lab at SNU, and she found herself itching to create and tamper.

"Minji!" 

The woman tore her eyes away from probably the coolest dissecting station she had ever seen, landing instead on the smiley form of Jeongin, clad in a lab coat and goggles, approaching him, Seungmin trailing behind him.

"What are you two doing here?"

"I'm giving her a tour."

"Are you staying for dinner?" Seungmin prompted, looking at Changbin in a way Minji refused to comment on or even acknowledge.

"I am." Minji said, "I wasn't aware that you had lab experience."

"My job is Information, but outside of that I tend to work in the lab." Seungmin said, "I love learning, and while I hold a degree in data analysis, my minor was in biochemistry."

"Is that how you and Jeongin met?"

"No, I didn't go to SNU." Seungmin said, "You went there though, right? Jeongin mentioned it."

"Yeah, I have a degree in biotechnology. I started medical school like Jeongin but dropped out because I realized it wasn't for me." 

Jeongin gasped, "You didn't tell me your pre-med was biotechnology! I haven't had anyone to rant about the tumor-detecting sensor bacteria!"

Changbin cut her off before she could speak again, "You can steal her another time for a nerd rant, but I know Chan wants those tests done before dinner and we have a tour to finish."

Amidst the whining from Jeongin and Seungmin's amused smirk, the pair of them disappeared back into the elevator as Changbin punched in for the next floor. 

"Why didn't you let me tour the lab?"

"Because that's Jeongin's specialty, and knowing how you seem to operate, you could spend an entire day touring every nook and cranny."

She couldn't even be annoyed at him, instead simmering in silence as they continued their tour. The eighth and ninth floors were in an atrium, similar to the club, the eighth floor was mostly covered by a large training ring, while the ninth floor had a multitude of fitness machines. The far wall of the eighth floor contained a wall of targets, the area walled off by bullet-proof glass, making it the most sophisticated shooting range she had ever seen. She also noted that it was the first set of floors that did not have any windows. Even Jeongin's lab had windows, even if they were tinted.

It was the tenth and final floor that took her off-guard, a stunning ballroom with floor-to-ceiling windows, crystal chandeliers and the richest of hardwood floorings. At the back wall sat a bar somehow more luxurious than wooden bars within the club.

"How often do you guys use this room?"

"Not often," Changbin hummed, "But since we are the largest gang in South Korea, we tend to host annual large parties for the other gangs we are allied with. There's one coming up in three months. If you are interested, and if Chan allows it, you could attend it."

"I would like that." Minji said, "There are some people I haven't seen in over a year that I'd like to see again."

"People that were affiliated and allied with GOT7?" Changbin asked.

"Yeah. Am I correct in assuming that you kept those contacts?"

"Yes. We trained alongside many of them, and worked with a lot of them." Changbin said, watching her as she inspected the room. "Are there any people in particular?"

"There's Younghyun of course, and Chaeyoung, who was my first apprentice. Hyunwoo was my mentor. And Jungkook too, was an apprentice of mine as well. There's Chaeyeon too, but she's probably still abroad on her mission." 

"Wow, you are well connected," Changbin said, following her as she wandered back to the elevator.

"I'm a likeable person I guess, and the guys made sure to introduce me to people." Minji explained, "What's left to see?"

"There's the basements left," Changbin said, "If you're interested and want to get back into your old lifestyle, I'm sure Chan would be happy to have you work as a social bridge between us and other groups."

"I'll think about it. I have conditions though, that I will not budge on." Minji said, "How many basements do you have?"

"Reasonable." Changbin said, "We have two. One of them you've seen half of, as it's the parking garage. The other half is our side of the parking garage, which you'll have access to once Felix finishes adding your vehicle to the security scanners."

Their side of the parking garage wasn't much, truth be told, just containing a nice repair/maintenance station and a solid collection of vehicles. 

"Outside of the training grounds, you're most likely to find me here," Changbin said, eyes clinging to her frame as admired a Multistrada. "I do mechanic work when I can."

"Were you one before all of this?"

"I was."

"Cool. What's the last basement?"

"That would be the insomnia zone."

She thought he was joking, but he was spot on with the description. The final basement was the smallest area, but Changbin was quick to explain that it was due to the extra fortifications around the level due to the importance of the area. This floor contained a massive server room, at which the centre was a room sectioned off by glass painted with neon lines that emulated opening credit artwork for a sci-fi anime. Within the glass-encased room was a gamer's dream room, though the true purpose of the room was certainly not for that.

"May I present the insomnia zone, which is properly known as Felix's office, though Seungmin also has a desk. You're likely to find the younger members down here frequently, as it's almost impossible to pull them away from their babies." Changbin explained, "When it is not being used for work, it's also a top-of-the-line gaming space if you're into that stuff."

"I'm not, but I'm familiar enough to see the quality of the space," Minji said, chuckling at the full fridge stocked with meal-prepped dishes and energy drinks. "If the younger guys are impossible to pull away from here, then why isn't anyone out here?"

"Felix is the only one allowed to help Minho when he's cooking, so that's where he is. We saw Seungmin and Jeongin earlier, so Jisung is likely somewhere else." Changbin explained, as they finally exited, "Probably showering before dinner. Speaking of, Minho's just called everyone to dinner, so we should head up to Chan's place."

"Do you know what we'll be having for dinner?"

"No clue, but it'll be good."

"How so?"

"It's Minho's cooking, it's always good."

"Always?"

"So long as Seungmin doesn't fuck with it? Yeah."

"How often does he do that?"

"More than you think."

kinda crazy, did another double update :)

nine - bros before hoes

| WORD OF YOUR BODY

lee minho x fem!oc | hyunjin x fem!oc

tags: Uni!Au, smau, pining, eventual smut, drugs, descriptions of past violence, people are complicated and that's okay

Felix remembered the Eva of nine years ago, when he saw her off at the airport. Overjoyed at the prospect of seeing his cousin again has made his friends curious about the mysterious cousin. Even more so when she's nothing like he described.

Eva remembers Felix, the only cousin close to her in age, who lit up every room he stepped into. He's the only thing that doesn't hurt about her family anymore. And he's still the same as he was nine years ago, like he had been frozen in time. She's not.

| MASTERLIST

one - mysterious strangers

Seo Changbin x fem!oc

Tags: Gang!AU, TattooArtist!OC x GangMember!Changbin, smut, violence, drugs, swearing, death, characters are not morally good people

Minji didn’t expect much from sleeping with the hot muscle at her local bar. She left first, after all.

Changbin knows her face. She’s a regular of the bar that Hyunjin runs, loves a strong drink, and has some truly beautiful tattoos.

It should’ve been a one-time thing. That was until Minji inadvertently got herself caught in the middle of a gang war by somehow pissing off the wrong person.

| MASTERLIST

She smiled softly at the bartender as she took her normal seat at the bar farthest from the entrance. The Scarlet Lagoon was a hidden gem in Seoul, and since its opening a year ago, she had been a frequent customer.

"A Boulevardier?" The bartender said, with a knowing look in her eyes.

"Yes."

Flicking her hair over her bare shoulders, she gently played with the coaster on the polished wooden bar.

"Your drink."

The woman took the drink from the bartender with a smile, taking a sip of the drink. Across the room, a dark-haired well-built man was eying the woman. 

He knew her face. She was a regular here ever since it had opened, always ordered a Boulevardier, always sat at the same spot at the second bar, and was positively stunning. Her long black hair had blonde streaks going through the underside and was left down, covering a part of the backless aspect of the gold minidress she wore. The dress left her arms, back and most of her chest bare, and just barely passed her ass. The bareness left the beautiful ink covering her skin visible, and if he got closer he knew he'd be able to see the ink across her stomach and hips somewhat hidden by the not-quite-opaque dress.

"Are you going to keep staring at her for another night or what, Bin?" 

"Shut it Seungmin."

"Yeah but are, cause if not Hyunjin might make a move." 

Changbin eyed his other friend, who was chatting up one of the bartenders but keeping his eyes on the tattooed woman.

Downing the rest of his whiskey, he left Seungmin at their table and made his way over to the woman.

She saw him approaching, how could she not? She recognized him, having seen him in the bar multiple times, always at that same time with a specific group of guys. No one else sat at the table beside the six or seven men that included the one approaching him. He was the same height as her, but incredibly muscular and easily one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. He was dressed simply but well, in a crisp black dress shirt rolled up to the elbows with the first two buttons undone, and pressed black slacks.

"Alone?" Was the first word out of his mouth.

She bit back her grin slightly, tipping her drink at him. "Yes, you are not though."

"Correct. I just happened to notice that you never come here with anyone. Bit strange to always drink alone?"

"Monitoring my drinking habits are you?" She teased.

"Not like that-"

"I'm jesting." 

He grinned, and she gestured to the seat next to her with her heeled foot.

"Just wanted to introduce myself, one regular to another." 

"Well, pleased to make your accomplice." She smiled, "Are you going to give me your name?"

"Changbin. And you?"

"Minji."

There were not too many words after that, just looks and stray touches. He waited for her to finish her drink, before leading her to a stairwell and taking her up to a few floors. When he finally tugged her into a room and closed the door behind him, she pushed forward and attached her lips to his.

His hands were quick to grasp her waist, the warmth of his hands contrasting the cold metal of her dress and the lack of warmth coming from her exposed skin. Her hands wandered across the expanse of his chest and across his shoulders, as her lips coaxed him in further. One hand slip up her exposed back to splay out against her spin, as the other hand squeezed her waist.

Without much thought, he walked backwards toward the bed. Her dress rid up to her hips as she straddled his beefy thighs. 

"No underwear?" He breathed against her lips, as he felt up her bare ass. "How convenient."

"You expect me to wear underwear with a dress that's partially see-through? That's almost more revealing."

She punctuated her words with a swift roll of her hips against his pants, grinning in delight as she felt his cock harden beneath her. 

"Vixen."

"You seem to enjoy it."

He chuckled, pulling her into a searing kiss and squeezing her thighs. It was her turn to be cocky as she whimpered against him, one of her hands slipping into his shirt to feel the bare skin. She continued to enjoy his lips as her hands made swift work of his shirt, humming in satisfaction as she opened the shirt fully, her hands immediately going to his abs.

Her hips continued to swirl patterns on his lap, making him almost delirious with lust. He groaned, lips leaving hers to attach themselves to her jaw, kissing down her neck. She moaned as he left sloppy kisses against her collarbone, having no doubt that it would leave a mark after they were done.

She gripped onto shoulders, nails digging into the skin as one of his hands dipped in between her thighs, a sneaky finger swiping through her folds.

"You're so fucking wet." Changbin groaned as she rolled her hips against his hand.

"More~" She groaned, thighs clenching around his own.

"So demanding..." Changbin teased before nipping at her shoulder. "But of course."

A stream of whimpers left her mouth as the combined sensations of his thumb on her clit and the finger inside her curled against her soft walls.

"Close, baby~?" He hummed, pressing a kiss in between her breasts.

She hummed, "Yes~"

"Cum for me." He whispered right in her ear, sending her over the edge.

She gushed all over his fingers, letting out the prettiest of whimpers and moans in response as his fingers continued to move in and against her.

He retracted his fingers from within her, grinning at the whimper she let out. 

She grabbed him by the back of the neck into another searing kiss.

"Are you clean?" She asked, "Sorry, I should've asked earlier."

"I am. Are you?"

"Yes. I'm also on the pill." She said, "You good to continue?"

His flirty smirk returned, "Always."

She laughed, reaching down and very carefully pulling her dress over her head, making sure it didn't snag in her hair. She carefully let the very expensive dress fall to the floor, giving him a full look at her body.

There was a wordless rush to remove the rest of their clothing, his pants and shoes forming a pile while her heels and nipple covers joined the ground next to her dress. 

"Your tattoos are beautiful." He murmured as he hovered above her, a finger tracing the outline of the massive dragon covering the entire left side of her torso and down her thigh. "Know an artist?"

"I'm a tattoo artist, so yes." She hummed, fingers reaching up to trace the small tattoo of a playing card diamond on his inner bicep. "My mentor did most of them while I was apprenticing."

"That's really cool. I don't see many tattoo artists anymore in Seoul." He said, fingers wandering across other tattoos across her body. "Most have moved abroad."

"Competition does that. I've stuck around because no one has been able to edge me out." She smirked, hands wandering lower into more dangerous territory.

"Confident are you?"

"It's warranted."

"I suppose it is." He said, "But we can hold talk for another time."

One hand reached down and pulled her hands away from his cock before she could touch it, stroking himself as he stayed propped up over top of her.

"Mmm~ I agree." She said hands splayed against the sheets as her head sunk back into the plush pillows. "Go ahead."

"If you say so." He smirked, rubbing the tip of his cock against her folds.

She moaned softly, before letting out a loud whimper as he pushed in. 

"Fuck." He groaned as she clenched around him. "Relax, baby."

"Shit, you're so fucking thick-" She moaned, rolling her hips up as he pushed in further. Her hands shot forward, gripping his broad shoulders as he slid in. 

She had never felt so damn full in her life, and she had had more than one cock in her before. Her hips lifted up, legs wrapping around his waist and squeezing him gently.

"Jesus-" He groaned, "So fucking tight."

She whined, squeezing his shoulder. "Move, please."

He happily obliged her request, grinding his hips down into her before beginning to thrust slowly and deeply.

One hand slid up from his shoulders to the nape of his neck, gripping at the hair and pulling him down to her. He wholly accepted it as she greedily seized his lips, licking and nipping her lips. 

She moaned in delight into his mouth as he suddenly picked up the pace of his thrusts, his thick cock burrowing into her deeper. 

"God-"

Her head thumped back against the pillows as endless moans slipped from her lips, her hips frantically rolling up into him, chasing the building high within her.

"Fuck, if you keep moving your hips like that I'm gonna cum." He moaned, burrowing his face in his shoulder.

"Cum-" She choked on a moan, "Fucking cum in me."

"Jesus Christ-" 

Their moans reached cacophonous levels as he spilled inside her, pressing into her as his hips stilled.

"Mmm~" She moaned, hips still moving. "Need-"

"I got you." He groaned, hand reaching down and skillfully playing with her clit.

It took her not but a moment later before she came all over his gradually softening cock, moaning loudly as her body screamed with pleasure. He whimpered from the overstimulation, gently pulling out of her and rolling to lay next to her. 

Her breathing settled, and she looked over next to her to see the man already passed out. Wordlessly, she got out of bed and draped a blanket over him. She grabbed her clothing from the floor and stepped into the attached bathroom in the room, quickly cleaning herself and making it look like she didn't just have one of the best fucks of her life. She pursed her lips at the large Hickie on her collarbone but continued dressing herself regardless.

The walk-out to her car was a blur, the bartender giving her a knowing wink as she paid her tab, and the man at the coat check staring right at the hickie as he handed her her coat.

When she stepped into the shower of her apartment, she washed off all other signs of her escapade. God, Changbin was fine and a fantastic fuck. But she probably wouldn't see him again.

Right?

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SERIES

word of your body - minho x oc, uni!au, smau (ongoing) cigarette daydreams - Changbin x oc, gang!au (ongoing) carnival - Minho x oc x Hyunjin, carnival!au (coming soon)

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