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119 (M)

Preview: Drippin’ sequel.

Jeno goes into rut and you return a favor by helping him through it.

Pairing: Alpha Jeno x Female Omega Reader

Word Count: 7.8k

Genre: ABO universe, Idol verse, Smut, PWP, explicit language

Warnings: Rut sex(consented), unrealistic amounts of cum, dom Jeno

Smut Warning: oral, fingering, spanking, squirting, cum swallowing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, degradation, hair pulling, spitting, creampie, rimming, anal, knotting. Filth, pure filth.

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WARNING : please note that all fics are for hyung line members and will contain smut, minors dni.

LEE HEESEUNG (two is a company)

PAIRING : heeseung x fem!reader

TROPE : stranded/locked in together

SYNOPSIS : a night at the abandoned cabin with your friends didn't sound bad to you initially, it was a mere dare afterall. but what if the whole group bails on you and heeseung, the only guy you don't get along with, to spend the chilly night together with no way to go home in the heavy rainstorm? "fucking helps in production of body heat, y'know?" heeseung more or less offered. "yeah, i'd rather freeze, no thank you."

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PARK JAY (never have i ever)

PAIRING : jay x fem!reader

TROPE : brother's best friend

SYNOPSIS : three months into his new university and sunghoon had made a whole new friend group. more importantly—a new best friend. inviting jay to hang out, sunghoon forgot about the extended skating practices he had to attend, so he conveniently asked jay to keep an eye on you, making sure you didn't sneak out to a party. now what would you do if jay promises you a game of never have i ever to be more interesting than your party? and what would you do when things start to heat up more than they should? "never have i ever kissed my brother's best friend." you confessed. "we can change that now, princess." he smirked.

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SIM JAKE (the switch project)

PAIRING : photographer!jake x lingerie model!reader

TROPE : project partners

SYNOPSIS : being the top model for your company was something you had grown accustomed to, alongside your photographer, jihoon, always placing number one on the 'monthly evaluation list'. just opposite to jake not being accustomed to be placed second. so when company announced 'the switch project', jake had to turn the tables for him. the hard part? you're his partner and you hate him. "what pose do i do?" you asked, wanting to be done as soon as possible. "i say doggy style–" you threw a bra, hitting him right in the face. "asshole."

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PARK SUNGHOON (lovers in the night)

PAIRING : sunghoon x fem!reader

TROPE : sharing a bed

SYNOPSIS : you despised dinner parties with the park family, solely because you had to face sunghoon there, your resident fuckboy and childhood 'friend'. things took a turn when his mom caught you both in a compromising position, mistaking it as a relationship, when in reality, all you were trying to do was to snatch your phone back from sunghoon. highly pleased, his father allows him to go to the trip he's been waiting for since long. desperate, he begs you to keep up with the facade in return to set you up with heeseung, your crush. before it all, they invite you for a dinner and night-stay, forgetting to inform you that you'll be staying in sunghoon's room, sharing the bed with him.

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all i see is gold - pjs (m)

banner by the amazing @sunoope​ <33

pairing ↬ rich!jay x fem!reader + fratboy!heeseung

synopsis ↬ Jay would do anything to make his parents proud. Prove himself as the successor to his dad’s firm, be top of his class, have the right friends, be the perfect son. So when his parents meet you at a fundraiser they’ve organized and think the two of you are dating, he has to get you on board with his stupid plan. Too bad you just happen to be his most annoying rival.

genre ↬ college au, rivals 2 lovers, fake dating - angst, fluff & smut - MINORS DNI (here is a sfw version if you’d rather read that)

warnings ↬ SMUT (virgin!jay & virgin!reader, oral fem receiving, dom-ish jay & dirty-ish talk, fluffy ass morning after), language, food, heeseung is an asshole, rich ppl slander

word count ↬ 23,493

a/n ↬ helloooo!!! im so excited to share this hehe, hope u guys like it! pls keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut so i did my best and am now just praying for the best lmao. also i usually have a perm taglist but bc this has mature content i wasnt about to tag minors in it lmao &&& if anybody comes for me saying this is exactly like my hoon fic bc its e2l ish and has fake dating u’ll be blocked /j as always, likes & comments but especially reblogs & feedback are highly appreciated!!!! one of my fav parts of writing on here is knowing whether ppl like what i put out or not so its really important to me <333 enjoy !!!!

« Actually, I think what you just said is complete bull. »

Jay rolled his eyes for the thousandth time in an hour and a few sniggers were heard around the room.

Your tutor sighed and said in an exhausted tone, « Y/N, keep it polite, please. This is still a classroom setting. »

« Right, sorry. » You cleared your throat and sat up straighter. « I completely disagree with your statement, Jongseong. Just because a movie has young teenage girls as its target audience doesn’t mean it is completely insipid and has no value. If you look at Mean Girls, for example-»

Jay scoffed. « Oh please, you’re not actually going to use Mean Gir-»

« Ah, would you look at the time? Class is over, » your tutor interrupted. « You can all go home and ponder the riveting discussion Jay and Y/N led today. »

You were pretty sure you heard a general sigh of relief from your classmates. To be fair, you couldn’t really blame them: it was only the first tutorial of the semester for that course and Jay and you were already at each other’s throats, having something to say about every little thing the other proposed.

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not my type

Pairing: Yeonjun x female reader!

Warnings: pure filth, Language, Nasty, Rich Yeonjun, Sex, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm. Just the whole rated- r shit.

Word count: 3.8k 

It was the yearly Choi and Lee family dinner. Every year Yeonjun’s parents and y/n family have a big family dinner in one of the expensive restaurants in Seoul. The two biggest business families in Korea. Not only they were the biggest business families but they were also really close friends, throwing back to high school days. Their friendship became stronger when both parties have offspring.

Yeonjun and y/n could consider themselves as best friend but they aren’t as close. Both of them have their own friend groups. Yeonjun and his karate friends and y/n and her popular friends. Whenever they both see each other it’s only them making fun of one another. Although their friends think they might have feelings for each other but the two definitely denied that.

“He’s not my type!” you denied.

“She’s too short for me” he retorts.

Tonight, they have to put up a show to show their parents that they do get along. As the Lee family arrived at the restaurant, the doors were opened by the staff. Y/n sigh as she stepped outside to a breezy, spring air.

You fixed your brown-colored cami dress that had stopped by mid-thighs and also fixed your brown locks from messing up by the wind. You paired your dress with black stiletto gladiator heels, showing off your perfectly white pedicure toes.

“That dress is way too short for a dinner” dad scoffs as he stands beside you, buttoning up his black blazer.

You smile before wrapping your arms around your tense dad, “don’t you want me to get a husband?” She joked. Your dad hiss.

“Leave her alone, don’t make a show in front of people” your mom came beside your dad and wrap her arm around his.

The three of you walked inside the restaurant, getting greeted by the staff. As you entered the hotel, Yeonjun’s family had already arrived. The two-family exchange greetings and hugs before making their way into the restaurant.

Yeonjun caught your eyes. He looked very handsome in a navy suit that showed the outline of his muscular and toned body. His silver hair parted to the side, he wore black-rimmed glasses to show a classy look. In another word, he looked hot.

Yeonjun smile and gave you a hug, the two of you often have to show closeness by hugging each other but the two of you know you both don’t like it. The way Yeonjun’s large palm is placed on your bare back, sending chills up your spine.

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— play with me (m)

↬ pairing: gamer!yeonjun x f!reader

↬ genre: gamer!au, pwp, fluff, smut, angst, established relationship.

↬ type: one-shot

↬ summary: you just want your ‘gamer’ boyfriend to play with you instead of the stupid game he’s been playing for hours.

↬ rating: 18+

↬ word count: 5.5K

↬ warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content: dom/sub undertones, ddlg themes (daddy kink), size kink (reader is mentioned as ‘tiny’ and ‘little’ by yeonjun), pet names, manhandling, dirty talk, breast play, oral sex (f!receiving), overstimulation, fingering, subspace, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie — this work is fictional and it doesn’t represent yeonjun in any way!

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↬ a/n: welcome to pt. 3673 of me being self-indulgent 🤷🏽‍♀️! this was really fun to write (for obvious reasons) *cough* 🤭 err— anyways, i hope everyone enjoys reading this <333! i know nothing about gaming tho, if there are any mistakes pls tell me

Time seems to be running really fucking slow today. Or maybe it’s just you feeling bored and lonely.

With a soft sigh, you unlock your phone again. Tiktok has to help you feel better somehow. And it really does, for a few minutes, until you get annoyed for an unknown reason. Letting the device slide down from your hands onto the bed, you follow suit. The moment your head hits the soft pillows, you turn over and groan.

What can you possibly do to pass time? Why is this so hard?

On any other day, the answer would’ve been Yeonjun, your beloved boyfriend. You would’ve run up to him with a whine and all your problems would immediately be solved. Yeah, his warm embrace and kisses are the easiest solution for your everyday struggles. Not to mention how effective it is, too.

Purely tragic that it’s “gaming with my best buddies all day long” for him today, and he has forbidden you to visit him in his game room unless he calls you or it’s an emergency.

You look at the digital clock resting on the bedside table, the time reading nearly two pm. Gosh, it’s been four hours already?! How can a human possibly look at a screen for so long without getting tired? No idea. You barely know anything about gaming, but you do know that Yeonjun is really good at it. His friends call him “aimbot” — and apparently that equals to a pro.

You wonder what’s so important about today’s game. He loves gaming, so if you’re coming over, you often find him in his gaming room. Although, Junnie lets you sit on his lap and cuddle with him while he plays on most days. Which is so unlike the stories you’ve heard from other girls about their boyfriends. They complain that their boyfriends don’t pay attention to them at all. And you find yourself silently thanking your luck because Yeonjun is not like that. He probably loves you as much as he loves gaming.

Your boyfriend is, what people would say, ‘a gamer’, and apparently when he has time, he does twitch streams too (but you’ve never seen him doing it)! He loves gaming, and you try your best to be supportive about it. After all, he has always done the same for you, no matter what or how bad the situation is.

Today, though, you feel incredibly neglected. And you don’t like feeling this way. You had hoped to wake up to his kisses and maybe morning sex (not your fault that he hasn’t fucked you in a while). But instead, all you got was a kiss on your cheek and his strict voice telling you to not disturb him. You haven’t seen any traces of Yeonjun since. And yes, you feel hurt. Fourteen months of your relationship with him, and this is the first time that he’s been so distant. You wonder if this is how it’s gonna be from now on. Maybe he was just trying to build a good impression at first, and now that you’re completely consumed by the love you have for him, he’s finally doing what he has always wanted to do. Gaming alone in his room without you being there to interrupt him. Is that what you are to him? An interruption he doesn’t wanna put up with?

The sudden turn of your thoughts leave you anxious. In the past year, you’ve grown to be extremely attached to Yeonjun. Maybe dependent too… but that’s a whole nother conversation.

Damn this bullshit. A shower sounds really nice right now. And some lunch too!

You get out of the bed, stripping out of his baggy t-shirt that is clearly a bit too large for your smaller frame. Shimmying out of your white cotton panties, you head to the adjoining bathroom. Who knows? Maybe you can get up to some fun in the meantime.

The shower helps you feel relaxed and fresh for sure, but it also makes the emptiness in your heart grow. You could only think about the times Yeonjun had held you close while standing beneath the calming spray of water, taking care of your body and sometimes having his way with you. Even though you tried to let off some steam by playing with your sensitive parts, it didn’t help. Because it wasn’t him. He’s an attentive and passionate lover, there’s no doubt about that. And maybe that’s why you’re so obsessed.

After entering the bedroom, you brush your wet hair gently, deciding to let it air dry. While thinking about the possible lunch options, you start to yearn for your boyfriend more. Adding more to it, the mirror reflects your sorrowful face which makes you even sadder.

With a sigh, you apply moisturizer on your warm skin before putting on a sheer white shirt from his closet. It smells like him. A small smile tugs on your lips at that. Yeonjun really likes to see his clothes on you. “Aww, look at my babydoll, she looks so pretty and tiny in my clothes… makes me wanna ruin her so bad.” His words come back to you in a flash.

You rub your thighs together unconsciously, feeling flustered. That was a pleasant morning after your first night with him. He had showered you with affection, practically worshipping your body. Warmth floods your inside as you briefly remember your first time with him, too. Gosh, you were so shy… and somehow he actually enjoyed it. He enjoyed corrupting you.

The vivid memory of that night plays in front of your eyes.

“You’re doing so well for daddy, just like that,” Yeonjun watches you with fire in his eyes, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. He hasn’t been able to fit his cock entirely inside you yet, but you’ve already come thrice now, crying a little from overstimulation. “You’re such a pretty little thing, what am I gonna do with you, hm? Daddy is so scared of hurting you, baby,” he mutters huskily.

“Da–daddy… I can take it.” you huff with a pout, clenching around him helplessly. A growl reverberates in his throat in response.

“Is that so? Do you really want me to go all the way in?” Yeonjun chuckles at your eagerness. You nod desperately, the urge to be a good girl for him being sky high.

With a groan, he gently pushes the last few inches of his cock to bury himself in your pussy entirely. You cry out, the burning pain increasing before it slowly dies down. Your boyfriend of five months shushes you, gently sucking on your neck in an attempt to soothe the pain he has caused. It feels too good to be true. You feel complete in a way you never thought you’d be.

Yeonjun increases his movements and brings both of your legs to rest on his shoulder. The new angle has you screaming his name, your tits bouncing with each of his hard thrusts.

“Daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you, my little angel.”

You physically shake yourself out of your own imagination, whining. The material of your baby blue panties have grown damp, sticking to your core. Fuck lunch, the only thing you want your mouth right now is Yeonjun’s dick. You’ve sucked him off while he’s gaming before, and it’s always a treat to see him struggling to keep it together.

Feet tapping lightly against the wooden flooring, you walk over to the wall size mirror. Your hair hasn’t dried completely yet, and the messy locks give you a naturally seductive look. Teeth dragging over your lower lip, you unbutton a few buttons of the white shirt to show off your legs and cleavage as you had previously decided to go braless. Yeonjun can’t possibly think straight if he sees you like this, right?

After doing a little twirl, you take a deep breath. This boldness you’re planning to show might have consequences… considering the fact that technically you’re disobeying him. Whatever, you’re gonna go to him anyway. Your pussy is aching with need and fuck, you being deprived of his attention for so long is not helping at all.

You walk outside of the bedroom, thoughtfully looking at the staircase that leads to his gaming room on the upper floor. Your stomach is in knots. What if he gets angry? You don’t like making him angry.

A shudder rocks your body. Think positive thoughts, your mind tells you. Maybe you can just go and take a peek inside? That won’t hurt anybody…

Even when you climb up the stairs confidently, your heart does backflips in your chest. The closer you get to his game room, the harder you struggle to keep yourself together. It’s okay, everything will be okay, you just need to open the door a little bit and peek inside.

With shaky hands, you turn the door handle, the door opening up a bit. Yeonjun is right there, his eyes jumping from one screen to another, controlling his character masterfully. You cringe when you hear a scream coming from the other side of his headset.

“WHAT IS BEOMGYU DOING? BITCH TAKE COVER!!”

Yeonjun has his eyebrows furrowed, a groan escaping him. “Soobin, tone it down, will you? I’m not here to lose my eardrums.”

“Sorry but I’m allergic to dumbness.” The person in question replies.

As the sound of shooting begins again, you start losing hope. He’s way too immersed in the game to actually notice you…

“What is the emergency?” Your boyfriend’s heavy voice snaps you back to reality. You look up to realize that his eyes are still focused on the screen, and you doubt if he’s talking to you. “Can you not hear me, baby?” He presses a few random keys on his keyboard before getting back on his controller.

“Yo who’s there?” A voice cuts in before you can say something.

“My girlfriend, can you please focus on saving yourself instead of meddling with others business, Gyu?”

“I’m trying, okay? You’re so rude.”

With a sigh, he presses another key on his keyboard before addressing you. “Why aren’t you answering, baby? What is the emergency?”

You swallow nervously. “I– um, I just wanted to see you… I miss you!” His jaw contracts, and you immediately regret your decision.

“So that is your emergency? Did I stutter this morning, babygirl? Which part of my request did you not understand? I told you to not visit me unless you have an emergency.” He jabs his fingers into the buttons of his controller, growling. “Is this a joke to you?”

Tears gather in your eyes, and you whisper brokenly, “Am I a joke to you?”

“Do not talk back to me.”

You let out a sob as his harsh voice reaches you, leaving the door slightly ajar to run away. You hear him say, “AFK, I’m sorry.” And the next thing you know is that his hands are gripping onto yours to halt you. You squirm, trying to get away, but he’s too strong. “If you try to move around, you’ll fall down the fucking stairs.” Yeonjun hisses. You stop immediately after the realisation, still shaking gently from your snivels.

Once he has guided you back to safety, you try to get away again. Unfortunately, that only causes his grip on you to tighten. Your head hits his chest and you whimper in pain, giving up against him. “Is throwing a tantrum really necessary, baby? I told you beforehand, yet you’re doing this.”

You sniffle, “Le–let go of– of me. You play yo–your stupid game, I– I’ll go back to my p–place!”

“Stop being such an inconsiderate brat! What has gotten into you, huh?”

More tears escape your eyes, and you dare to turn around this time. Yeonjun’s expression visibly softens when he notices your tear streaked cheeks and puffed out lower lip. “Oh baby…” He reaches to wipe them away, but you put a hand before your face before he can touch you. He sighs. “I just don’t understand why you are mad…”

With the back of your hands, you dry your face partially and pout at him. “You left me all alo–alone! I’ve been sad all d–day an–and you don’t e–even care! It’s li–like I don’t exist!” Your breathing is uneven, tears continuing to run down your cheeks. “I mi–missed you so much and– and I just wanted t–to be with you… but you–” you whine with a cry, “You were so mean to me. You– you– gaming is more im–important than me to you.” Hiding your face in your hands, you snivel, feeling utterly stupid for breaking down like this.

“Oh no, babygirl, I’m so sorry for hurting your feelings.” Yeonjun pulls you in his arms, rocking you side to side. “You do know that gaming is my side hustle, right? And today is very important… I– but still, I’m sorry for making you feel like that. It’s not like that, I promise. Please don’t cry anymore, my angel baby, you know that I love you so much, don’t you?” He cradles your face in his hands, touching your foreheads together.

“All me–men do is lie.” You whine, sniffling. His face falls, arms pulling you in his chest.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. You might be my whiny little crybaby but you mean the world to me. Do you understand?”

You huff, leaning into his embrace. He’s quick to realize the subtle change in your mood. After a bit more, he stops rocking you, offering, “Do you want to cuddle with me when I play? Is that what you want, hm?” You nod after a few moments, a smile playing on his lips. How are you so adorable? It’s been more than a year and he still finds each of your antics very much endearing.

Yeonjun picks you up, heading straight to his game room. He’s been away for quite a long time and he wonders what has happened. Taking a seat on his gaming chair, he gently places you on top of him. Each of your knees rest by the side of his legs, your hands curling around his chest as you snuggle up to him. He helps you get comfortable, his hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear. “Where are all your clothes, baby?” His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You suddenly remember the real intention behind you coming up to visit him, your wet panties still sticking to your skin.

“It’s… it’s more comfortable like this, that’s why.” You mutter shyly, hoping that he won’t be able to catch your lie.

Yeonjun nods, understanding what you mean. “It’s okay baby, I know how uncomfortable bras are. And knowing that you prefer my clothes over yours for some unknown reason, I get it. I’m gonna turn on the mic and go back to playing now, try to keep silent, yeah?”

“Okay…”

He pecks your lips, wearing the headset and then you hear the sound of him clicking some keys on his keyboard behind you. Sighing, you nuzzle his chest. Maybe you shouldn’t disrupt him so soon.

The headset hums to life, several voices cutting in together. “Bro I thought you ‘d’ worded for real.” Soobin grunts.

Another voice intervenes, “Is everything okay with your gf?”

Yeonjun sighs, “So you guys joined another battle… I’m gonna assume that we lost the previous one?”

“Yeah well what else did you expect? Tyun was already out, and Beomgyu was barely surviving. Me and you were left but you decided to vanish into thin air because your girlfriend was disturbing you. God, I hate women so much. They never fucking understand. Anyways, what the hell happened between you two? She was fighting with you about gaming, wasn’t she? Did you break-up with her? Because I would have.”

Your hands turn into fists, grabbing a handful of your boyfriend’s hoodie. Yeonjun immediately feels your distress, kissing the top of your head before he replies. “Soobin, I get it. You’re single and you don’t know how relationships work. Refrain from babbling like a child, please. She’s here and she heard everything. Apologize.”

Someone guffaws at that, and a different voice chimes in. “Hey, Yeonjun didn’t tell me your name but I’m sorry on Soobin’s behalf… the second hand embarrassment I feel right now is unexplainable, lord. I’m Taehyun, by the way.”

You look up at Yeonjun for permission, and he nods. His eyes are focused on the screen, and he seems already invested in the new game. “Um… hi, Taehyun.” You try to not sound too awkward.

“Hey, as I said, don’t— Beomgyu! Watch behind you— yeah good— So what I was telling you, don’t mind Soobin.” Taehyun says back.

“Where is your apology, Soobin? I’m waiting.” Yeonjun skillfully handles his controller, a series of shooting noises ringing through the room. You look up at his headset confusedly, are the sounds supposed to be heard like this too?

“Yeah… um, well, I’m sorry, Yeonjun’s girlfriend. I’m really sorry. Women are cool. And I’m sure you are lovely! I take back everything I had previously said, please forgive me. Ooh a double pump, nice one, Yeonjun! Err, I— please don’t do anything, I’m still a virgin…” Soobin sounds scared, and you resist the urge to giggle. Others, however, burst into laughter, including Yeonjun.

A deep voice, which probably belongs to the guy named Beomgyu, manages to speak between fits of his laughter. “Oh my god, did you think your words through or did you just blurt out? I can’t, this is too funny. Wait, oh my god I need meds immediately.”

Yeonjun shakes his head with another laugh. “Soobin, I assure you that you’re safe, she can’t even hurt a fly. And about you being a virgin… you gotta take care of it yourself, man!”

“I hope you find someone who can be your first time!” you add on, earning another round of laughter from the guys.

“Aw, no, she’s a softie!” Taehyun comments and Beomgyu agrees. On the other hand, Soobin stutters out a ‘thank you’.

“Of course she’s a softie, she’s my angel baby.” Yeonjun says proudly. “Nice crack, Tyun!” He adds soon after.

“Holy fuck! Yeonjun you are so whipped! I can’t believe that you call her angel baby…” Beomgyu teases. Feeling flustered, you hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest.

“I guess I am… but she’s an angel baby either way. So pure and so baby.” Yeonjun tuts, enjoying the pleasant warmth radiating from your body as you bury your face in the soft material of his hoodie.

The conversation has shifted back to strictly game related stuff for a while now. And you hate to say this, but you’re feeling impatient. Being this close to him, you can feel and listen to his heartbeat. And his cologne, intoxicating as usual, leaves your mind in a haze. You feel so incredibly sensitive, pressed up against his firm body. And your core pulsates with desire.

Desperate for some friction, you start rubbing yourself against him subtly. Your mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking on the skin in a hungry manner. Yeonjun stiffens up immediately. You feel his tense arms closing around you, but he refrains from making any sounds. Unhappy with his reaction, you grind your hips against his, letting out a whine, “Daddy…”

“Whoa, whoa, what—” Yeonjun mutes his mic and the speaker before Beomgyu can finish his sentence. However, he still focuses on the game, a growl escaping him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You’re basically rutting against him at this point, whimpers and whines falling off of your lips. “Want daddy…” you tease his earlobe with your teeth before whispering. It’s clear that he’s being affected, his semi-hardness now pressing into your clothed pussy.

“Not now, please, baby, don’t do this now.” His voice cracks at the end. But you only whine, slowly dragging your core against him. Yeonjun growls, putting his controller away to grip on your waist. “Why are you being such a brat today?”

You silently guide his right hand to your panties. He swears under his breath, feeling the moist warmth of cloth. Needy for his touch, you grind against his calloused and large hands. Biting his lip, he uses his left hand to bring you closer by your neck. Your nipples, hard and sensitive under the sheer cover of his white shirt, brushes against his chest in the process. A moan escapes you, his other hand massaging your clothed pussy.

“You think I can’t see through your naughty little tricks, dollface? I knew you were cockhungry the moment you opened the fucking door.” Yeonjun presses a hard kiss on your lips, slipping his hand past the waistband of your ruined underwear. A groan slips past his lips.

“Daddy, please… I just want you to play with me.” You rest your head on his shoulder. Two of his fingers glide across your drenched slit, avoiding where you need him the most. He retracts his hand from your neck, undoing the two buttons that were helping the shirt cover you. You arch your back as the cold air comes in contact with your hot skin.

“You’ve made such a mess, baby. What were you doing when you were alone downstairs?” Yeonjun finally lets his thumb press onto your clit. You gasp in pleasure, hands winding around his neck.

“I– I was lonely and– and I was thinking about you… aah– I thought about our first time. And–” You struggle to form coherent sentences. His thumb continues to stimulate your clitoris, his mouth on the nape of your neck.

“Mhm, go on,” he mutters before resuming his ministrations on your sweet spot.

“I was needy… I’m so sorry, oh god, I touched myself but it was not enough.”

Yeonjun trails hot, open-mouthed kisses up your neck and jaw. For a moment you think that he’s gonna kiss you, but his lips stop moving before it can reach yours.

“Did I hear that correctly? Angel baby played with her pussy while thinking about me fucking her dumb on our first night?” He smirks, feeling around your entrance with his middle finger.

You whine out of embarrassment. “It’s– not my fault!”

“I’m not blaming you, babygirl. It’s just so cute that you’re a whiny, wet mess for me. Can’t go without daddy’s cock stuffed in your little pussy, can you? I couldn’t even play the game. You would’ve started crying if I kept on playing.” Yeonjun removes his hand from your core, getting rid of the only piece of clothing left on your body. He cups your pussy with his right hand.

“Play with me instead… I’m better…” you trail off nervously at the end. Knowing you like the back of his hand, your boyfriend jumps to reassure you.

“You are, baby! That’s why I ditched the game for you. Daddy will never choose gaming over his pretty babydoll.”

“Really?” You give him the large, doe eyes, his heart melting. Gosh, he loves you.

“Really, really.”

You lean down to kiss him, your lips finally meeting for the first time today. Yeonjun hums in approval, cupping your face to take control. His mouth sucks on your lower lip, and you moan. Taking the advantage of the situation, he slips his tongue inside your mouth. He smiles in the kiss when he feels you pressing yourself on him eagerly. Before you can comprehend anything, he picks you up and changes your positions, never breaking the kiss. You’re pressed into the comfy chair as he hovers over you. Wandering hands find your perky breasts, kneading them roughly. Breathless, you pull away from the kiss, crying from both pleasure and pain, the lines blurred because of the euphoria surging through your veins.

“Daddy… fuck! Please, I need you…”

“Shhh, let daddy take care of your little body.” He moves to your breasts, immediately attacking one of your nipples with his mouth. Yeonjun alternates between licking and sucking, his hand tweaking the other nipple between his fingers. A vibrating sound comes from somewhere in the room, but you ignore it. Your body seems to be on fire under his touch.

When he’s satisfied with his work, he pulls away and blows cool air on your wet areola. You shudder from the feeling. Yeonjun focuses on the neglected nipple now, determined to leave you in a dazed state.

“Nngh– more!” Your cry echoes through the room. He presses butterfly kisses down your stomach as he gets down on his knees. You clench your thighs from anticipation. A smirk plays on his lips. Oh, he fucking adores you.

Face to face with your cute pussy, he groans. Starting from the puffy and wet lips to your eager hole and swollen nub — he is seeing heaven. You look at him with hooded eyes. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you are doing to me.”

“Daddy… please…” You move your legs impatiently, pouting. Yeonjun shakes his head with a laugh. But he decides to indulge in your little desire anyway. Flattening his tongue against your slit, he drags it upwards. The motion coaxes a mewl from you.

“Always so responsive.” He pushes your legs further apart, burying his face between them. For several seconds he just lazily licks all over your wetness. But then, he wraps his lips around your nether ones, suckling onto them soundly. Your hands immediately find his head, fingers threading through his dark hair strands. Yeonjun laps you up this time, his growl sending vibrations through your core.

The sounds you make are music to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face. He’s so good, too good at this, your mind unable to think properly. The wet muscle repetitively enters you, eager to gather your nectar. It feels like you’re high, stomach tightening with each second.

“You taste so amazing, baby, you are so good for me.” Yeonjun moans, plucking his tongue out of your wet heat. You shiver and whine, wordlessly begging him for a release. He places both of your legs on his shoulder and bends you in a weird angle. Your body immediately complies.

“Ooh– oh, daddy!” you whimper, his mouth on your clit and two fingers inside your cunt. Your inner walls stretch immediately to give him space. He watches you with care, experimentally moving his fingers to gauge your reactions. “Mmm, yes…” you mewl softly, squeezing his fingers. Yeonjun picks up his pace eventually, wet sounds filling in the room. Your eyes are closed as you suddenly come undone, body going limp. He continues to finger your cunt throughout the orgasm, overstimulation soon blinding your senses.

“No– daddy, no more…” your thighs shake uncontrollably. You are unable to move but you try thrashing your legs, tears gathering in your eyes. Your nerve endings are over aware of every little thing happening to you at the moment. Yeonjun pulls away from your clit with a loud popping sound, his fingers coated with your slick all over.

“Shh, you’re doing so well for daddy. I just want to make sure that you’re well prepared for my cock.” He adds a third finger after that, pumping you mercilessly. Hypersensitive and body out of your control, you come once again, body shaking from the intensity of it. Yeonjun grunts, stopping his movements. “Open your mouth for me, angel.” You do as instructed. He retrieves his fingers from your pussy, shoving them inside your mouth gently. “Taste yourself,” he orders, your tongue gliding along his digits and sucking on them. Once you’re done, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, kissing you senseless. You tug on his hoodie, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours.

“Do you want that off, sweetheart?” He rests his forehead against yours, his hands stroking your sides. You nod eagerly. Yeonjun, as keen as you, pulls off the hoodie in one single tug, your eyes immediately drinking in his fit physique. Firm chest and defined abs… paired up with that face and his huge dick — he surely is a walking wet dream. Your hands reach out to him and he chuckles, pulling down his sweatpants before coming closer to you. “Is my baby happy now?”

You cling to his body, and to your surprise he picks you up in his arms once again. You only realize why once he presses you up against the nearby wall. Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. “Daddy,” you gasp, the cold surface pressing on your back spreading goosebumps over your skin. Yeonjun nuzzles your neck affectionately. “I want you in me, please,” you give him puppy dog eyes.

“Anything you want, love.” He pulls down his boxers with his left hand, his rock-hard member springing out of it’s confines and slapping against his toned tummy. Your body is cradled in his other hand. With a hiss, he strokes himself a few times, looking into your eyes with lust. “You know what to do, babygirl.”

“Please fuck me, daddy! I– I need your cock in me… my pussy is aching and I can’t— ah!” The rest of your sentence dies down in your throat when you feel the bulbous head of his cock penetrating you.

“I don’t know how you are still so fucking tight. Fuck, oh my god.” Yeonjun rasps, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Your back arches slightly, welcoming more of his thick and long cock inside you. As usual, it takes you both a few minutes to adjust, his cock buried all the way inside you.

“You feel so good, baby, pussy taking me so well.” He mutters as he starts moving slowly. His moves are slow and calculated, building up pace with each roll of his hips. You moan and whimper, already on cloud nine from the pleasure.

Yeonjun holds you close, his cock now slamming into your cunt. He manages to hit all those right spots inside you, often brushing against your cervix. Your moans and screams, paired up with his groans and the sound of skin slapping create a sinful melody of their own. “Oh, oh, daddy— I’m gonna come— ugh, ‘m—”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I got you, angel.” His words are completely opposite of the crude things he’s doing to you right now. You shudder, unable to move in any other way. Your orgasm builds up rapidly, suddenly flooding you with ecstasy as you cry out. Gummy walls clench around his cock helplessly, making it harder for him to move inside you. But Yeonjun is no quitter. He increases his pace, rutting into you roughly.

Completely spent from your back to back orgasms, you babble a string of incoherent words. “You have to give me another one, sweetheart, I know you can.”

“No– no, daddy! I– can’t!” you sob, nails digging into his shoulder. He growls like a wounded animal, sandwiching you between him and the wall. It doesn’t take your overstimulated body long to convulse in pleasure once again, a scream tearing itself from your throat. Yeonjun hisses, your walls clamping down onto his cock, and, a hot liquid squirting over his abdomen. His brain malfunctions for a moment before he realizes.

“Fuck it, babygirl.” With a few more thrusts, he reaches his high, emptying his load inside you. Thick ropes of his cum fill you in, some of it running down your thighs. Although you feel like you’ve ascended, you whine appreciatively. You’ve always loved the feeling of getting creampied. And that is the last thing you are able to register.

Yeonjun waits for his recovery from the orgasm, your body entirely limp in his arms. He carries you both to the nearby bathroom once he has regained a bit of his energy. With utmost care, he cleans you up first, holding you close so that you are safe. He freshens up himself after he is done with you, carrying you back to the bedroom and tucking you in. You hum, immediately curling up under the blanket. He smiles, pressing a fond kiss on your forehead. “Rest well, baby. You were so amazing today. I love you.”

You smile sleepily, melting his heart for the umpteenth time. Sighing, Yeonjun goes back up to his game room to retrieve his clothes. After dressing up, he grabs his phone and is immediately shocked to see a lot of texts in the group chat he is in with Soobin, Beomgyu and Taehyun. He opens the chat nonchalantly, blood draining from his face soon after.

[Beomgyu, 3:17 pm] Uh? Turn your mic off? @Yeonjun???

[Taehyun, 3:21 pm] Okay yeah I’m quitting the game. I do not need a boner nor free porno asmr right now.

[Soobin, 3:30 pm] Wow… I’m… I don’t know what to say.

[Beomgyu, 3:33 pm] ??? DUDE ARE YOU STILL THERE

[Soobin, 3:45 pm] Yeah…

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Just Hold Me

Pairing: Stray Kids Changbin x Reader

Rating: R

Word count: 9.7k

Genre: angsty, fluff, smut, hybrid au

Warnings: smut, angst, loneliness, cuddling with a stranger, cockwarming, soft smut UwU, strangers to lovers

Synopsis: You've been going through a period of depression and feeling rather alone. When you see a flyer advertising a professional cuddling business, you laugh it off at first because there's no way you're that desperate. Only the idea won't seem to leave your mind. One day you're feeling especially bad and before you know it you're inside the building and signing up for a session.

This is a prompt by @hybridfanfiction <3

A/N: Okay, trust me on this one. If Changbin is the tiniest bit attractive to you, you should read this.

Stary Kids Masterlist

Things had not been looking great lately. Slowly but surely you had grown apart from your friends as your lives had moved in different directions and you had less and less to talk about. Work was okay but you just went there to pay your bills. There were one or two colleagues that were worth your time but they were often busy with their own lives that you rarely saw them outside of work. It had been some time since your last date and even longer since your last relationship. You and your family had not spoken in years which was the only good thing given how toxic they had been for as long as you could remember. Even now after all this time, you doubted that they had changed and their words from the past sometimes still swirled in your head when you lay awake at 3 am. 

All these things together had damped your mood significantly even if you did not want to admit it. 

It was Thursday when you found yourself alone in the coffee kitchen at work watching the dark liquid run out of the machine. In your head, you ran down the long list of the things you had to do today and tomorrow and wondered how you would do everything in this short of a time. You were already exhausted just from thinking about it and yearned to just sleep for a week. 

"Hey.” 

Your colleague Minho, one of your only work friends, had entered that kitchen; surely in search of a cup of coffee. He smiled and asked:

“Are you excited about your vacation already?"

"I will be at home."

"So? You can have fun at home too."

"Yeah. I bet you and the S.O. have fun at home."

It was supposed to be playful banter but it ended up sounding bitter even to your ears. Minho and his boyfriend were happy together and you were happy for Minho but you could not help yourself but be envious of what they had. Stupid society making you think that you needed a partner in your life to be happy and fulfilled. Unfortunately, it was also a known fact that humans were social creatures and that not having enough bonds with others affected one negatively.  

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

Minho raised an eyebrow and waited for you to tell him the truth. Knowing him he would not let this go until you told him what was up so it was better to just get it over with or come up with a better excuse. You sighed.

"I haven’t been feeling too hot. That’s all I’m sure a little vacation will help."

Minho was not convinced but let you be on your way, mainly because he did not like the risk of having hot coffee all over his suit. The rest of Thursday flew by in a heated frenzy and when you got home you fell into bed for a night of restless sleep. 

On Friday morning you dragged yourself to the office and found a flyer on your desk. It read:

"Need a hug?

Everyone needs physical contact in their lives but sometimes we don’t have the right person. Our professional cuddlers are here to help you meet your needs. Talk to us today for more information and book your cuddling session! "

How could anyone be a professional cuddler? If you had not been so tired, you would have laughed at the flyer. You wondered who had left this on your desk but forgot about it as soon as you dove into work, after all, you still had a lot to do before you could leave for your well-deserved vacation. 

Afterward, you could not tell if that day went by too fast or not fast enough, but one thing was sure you left well after your usual time and spent the evening mindlessly watching stuff on the internet. 

On Saturday morning you woke up at your usual time, much too early for someone on vacation. You had not planned anything for your free time so you drifted through your apartment unsure of what to do. The dust on the TV in the living room was the trigger that set you off, and you started operation deep clean. You started dusting the tv but then there was the drawer that you always wanted to reorganize so you took everything out of it. Some stuff from the drawer was supposed to go into another drawer but first, you had to take everything out there too and throw away some junk that you had never gotten around to. Like this, your apartment turned into pure chaos in a matter of hours, and somehow by the end of the day, you were no further along than at 10 am. You fell into bed at 10 pm and left your home in a state of disarray. This meant that you spent Sunday doing the same thing in reverse, organizing, throwing away things, and debating what to do with some of the odd ends. All of this was only delaying the unavoidable. When you put away the last pieces that had been lying around, you sank into the couch and started watching some random videos. The feeling rose so slowly from the back of your mind that you did not notice it at first. Like a frog in boiling water, you sat on the couch, unaware of the heat rising. 

You had nothing else to do and the videos could no longer distract your mind from the fact that you were lonely and depressed and on the brink of burnout. Your mind repeated the same visions of you being forever alone and friendless until the tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. You let them drop and cried. 

Monday morning was bleak. The grey light that drifted through the windows only seemed fitting for the hopelessness that you felt inside. There was no one you could call, no one that cared enough, no one that was close enough that you could tell them how you really felt and if there was, could you really burden someone with your nonsense? 

Your stomach growled and you fought your way to the kitchen to eat something as there was a small chance that it would lift your spirits. In the hallway, you bumped into your bag that you had placed on the ground at some point yesterday and had been too preoccupied to put away. You picked it up and took it to the kitchen to throw away the receipts that had gathered at the bottom. You placed your wallet on the kitchen counter and scooped out all the rest. The receipts headed for the trash bin and the lip balm joined the wallet on the counter. A thick piece of paper caught your attention. You unfolded it and saw the text you had laughed at on Friday but now it hit differently. Wouldn’t it be nice to just hug someone? 

The day passed without you being able to tell what you did the whole time but at 4 am after too much restless rolling around in bed you vowed to do better the next day. New week, new you. After all, sitting at home and crying was not going to solve your problems. 

On Tuesday morning, you picked up your phone and called the cuddle company. The woman on the other end of the line said her bit and asked: "What can I do for you?"

"I want to book a session."

"Sure. Let me check."

She clicked on your keyboard.

"Do you have any preference for your cuddler?"

"No, not really."

"Okay. Someone canceled so there is a free slot today at 10 am. Would that work for you?"

"Yes. That would be awesome!"

"Very good. Please bring some comfortable clothes. Oh and something else, please make sure to shower before you come here."

"Yes of course."

"Okay see you later then!"

You could not believe your luck; in just two hours you would be at your appointment cuddling with someone. As instructed you showered and packed a thin sweater and loose yoga pants into a gym bag. As you left behind your apartment, the doubts about this endeavor had risen from the back of your mind. What if this person was creepy and weird, some pervert who worked there to touch people without their consent? So on the way to the cuddling company, you almost turned back several times, and the only reason you did not was that you did not want to be the second person to cancel this same appointment. 

The lady at the counter was the same person you had talked to on the phone and she lead you to the most comfortable room you had ever been in; candles, quiet music, and a bed - for lack of a better word - filled with pillows and blankets. 

"You can change in here and your cuddler will be here soon."

"Thanks."

She left you alone and you changed into your comfortable clothes. The bed was more like a combination of a sofa and a bed; it had cushioned sides and a back like a couch but a big area where you could lie down with three of four people if needed. You sat down on it and wrapped yourself in the most fluffy-looking blanket. This was already relaxing and you almost wanted to be alone. With your clothes and the blanket, it would be pretty warm but that was probably the reason why the air in the room was cool. 

A knock on the door let you perk up and it was followed by a voice.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes!"

You were not sure what you had expected but the man who entered was certainly not it. If it was not for the pink fluffy sweater he was wearing you would have guessed he was on the way to defend his boxing title. Even this loose sweater could not conceal his barrel chest and huge arms. If you had met him on the streets he would have been pretty intimidating; the only thing that could have made it worse was about 10 cm of height. 

"Hi, I’m Changbin, your cuddler for today," he said with a cheerful smile. You moved to stand up but Changbin waved you off.

"Stay there, you look comfy already. What’s your name?"

You introduced yourself too and Changbin came to the bed to sit beside you at a respectful distance. 

"Nice to meet you. Is this your first time here?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Then we will start with some basic things. I will tell you when something is not okay and you can do the same. If you are uncomfortable say so. it’s okay. I won’t be mad or anything."

You nodded and Changbin continued:

"Good. You can touch me anywhere above the waist, but be careful with my ears."

You had not noticed the fuzzy brown ears pocking out of his hair until Changbin had drawn your attention to them.

"Oh. You are-?"

"Yes."

Hybrids existed but you had rarely seen one let alone talked to one. Because they are more resistant to many harmful substances and most were stronger than humans, hybrids often worked in dangerous environments like mines and power plants. 

"Here. Give me your hand."

You freed your hand from under the blanket that did not want to let you go. He took your index finger and guided it to his ear. The fur on the ears was soft but bendy like a soft dog’s fur but not as soft as cat’s fur; it was somewhere in between. Changbin let go of your hand and you gently took the ear between your index finger and thumb, fascinated by the foreign texture. Your fingers slid down the side of his ear and to your surprise his hair was soft, pretty much as a regular human's hair would feel. Absentmindedly you combed the hair around his ear mesmerized by the transition between fur and hair. 

Changbin’s chuckle broke the spell and you looked into his amused face. His eyes sparkled with delight as your face burned from embarrassment and you pulled your hand back. 

"Sorry."

"It’s okay," he said and smiled which made it worse if you were honest. "You can play with them but don’t press too hard."

"Got it. So," you began desperately wanting to change the subject away from your fascination with his ears. "how do we do this now?"

"It’s different for each person but I like to start by just lying down and you can rest your head on my arm and we will see from there. You can talk about anything you like."

Yes, those arms looked like they were good pillows. 

"Is it okay if I take my sweater off? It will be super warm under there."

"ehm…"

"Don’t worry I’m wearing a t-shirt."

He smiled and waited for your answer while your head was swimming with the thought of how he looked shirtless. 

"Sure. That’s okay," you said, and how wrong you were. Changbin must be one of the most muscular people you had ever seen in real life. Sure you had seen actors or athletes on tv but you had never been in a room with any of those people. But here was Changbin; artists and medicine students could come and study all the muscles in their full glory as the tight shirt left hardly anything to the imagination. He still reminded you of a boxer in the sense that he did not look like his body was just for show, but rather balanced in a way to fit a specific need. You had already noticed his arms before but now that the planes and curves were not obscured by the sweater they looked even bigger. You were so distracted that, afterward, you could not even remember which color the t-shirt was. 

Changbin pulled back the blanket and slipped under it, to lay next to you. After a bit of repositioning, he extend his arm over the pillows and your eyes followed the movement from his shoulder to his hand. As he had suggested before you rested your head on his outstretched arm, your cheek touching the hot, silky smooth inside of his upper arm. You pressed your hands to your chest trying not to touch him with else than your ear and cheek. It was surreal to lay in bed in an unfamiliar room with a - hot - stranger that you paid to be there with you. You lay there frozen, your face barely resting on Changbin’s arm, afraid that your head would be too heavy on him. If he thought this was weird, he did not say anything but just scanned your face and his ear twitched. There had not been any noise that you could hear but maybe he could hear better than you or maybe those years of listening to loud music had affected you after all. 

A comfortable silence settled between you and without making a conscious decision you released the tension from your neck and rested on his arm. Changbin just radiated a calm comfort that came in handy for someone in his line of work. It was the opposite of going to get a haircut, the hairstylists always wanted to talk, and Changbin just wanted to be there with you whether you talked or not, it did not matter. As you calmed down and relaxed you noticed something. Changbin smelled amazing but you could not quite say what. There was a hint of cologne but more than that there was something sweet and fresh like spring flowers. You wanted to bury your face in whatever the source of it was and inhale deeply. 

Changbin let you adjust to his presence but after some time - you could not tell how long you had been there nor was there a clock that you could see - he spoke in a soft voice. 

"What do you do when you are not here?" 

"I work at a company … it’s just a boring office job."

"Hmm... I have never worked in an office. What is it like?"

Changbin made eye contact and seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say. 

"I do the usual stuff, I guess. I write emails, make phone calls and assure that my boss doesn’t go wandering off before his appointments… Can I?"

"Oh, sure."

Tentatively you reached out to touch his chest. One of your not-so-close-any-more-friends had always said "man tits" which at the time was pretty annoying but now it made perfect sense. Most men you personally knew were rather flat - not something you had ever thought- but Changbin’s pecs were more round and protruded from his form. You had the urge to squeeze his chest but that felt inappropriate so you opted for the middle of his chest. Changbin shifted and you pulled your hand back as if his chest was suddenly hot. 

“It’s okay.” He said. 

Changbin was lying on his side now, facing you, and he directed your hand back to his chest. The slow steady beat of his heart made him more real in this surreal moment. It grounded you in a way, he was here with you, alive and warm and gorgeous. 

“Can you hold me?”

It was a dangerous question at least that how it felt to you when the words left your mouth. Changbin slung his arms around you and you wrapped your arms around him too. This mountain of muscles had a bit of padding which only made the sensation better. Where he flexed the muscles became hard as rock and you were sure you could break your teeth if you tried to bite into his bicep. 

For a short time, you just lay there in his arms, inhaling his flowery scent and reveling in the sensation of being held. It was warm but not just on a physical level but also on an emotional level, the warmth melted away the worries of everyday life, silencing the nagging voice that was always talking about productivity. 

After he had asked about you, it only seemed polite to ask him something too so you said: 

“What do you like to do when you don’t cuddle people?”

“I like listening to music and watching movies.”

"Who doesn’t? I didn’t have a lot of time lately to watch things. My list of movies that I want to watch is so long. Which movie did you like recently?"

You talked a bit about movies and it seemed he liked some of the same ones but also really enjoyed horror movies.

"I’m a wimp for horror movies, I get scared too easily."

"Maybe you just need good company."

"Maybe."

A knock on the door made you jerk away from Changbin. It was dumb really, you had literally paid for Changbin to be there and it was not like the person on the other side of the door did not know that. 

"I’ll be right there," said Changbin to the door, and a quiet "okay" followed from the outside. 

"What is it?"

"Time is almost up."

"Oh."

Right, I’m just the 10 o’clock appointment. His arms tightened around you and you could don’t help but smile into his neck. You did not want to let go but when you eventually had to, your heart dropped a bit. 

"You can change if you want and please check out at the desk."

"Yes, sure."

Changbin smiled and picked up his fluff sweater. 

"Thank you, Changbin."

"It was a pleasure to meet you. Maybe we will see each other again."

With that, he left. 

You went home feeling as if you were walking on clouds, so light and without worry about anything. Whoever had put the flyer on your desk needed your thanks, it had helped to get you into a better mind space and when you got home you took some time to think about how you could improve your mental health. The next time Minho asked you to go out with him and his partner you would say yes and the three of you had a good time at the restaurant. You paid more attention to your thoughts and tried to be more kind to yourself on days when you could not get things done. In the weeks that followed you sometimes thought about the hot Hybrid from the cuddle company and on one of those days, you decided to call again. You did not remember the voice of the receptionist but it could be the same person. She offered you an appointment on Tuesday evening with you took. You would have to leave work early but it would be okay, working a bit less had been one of the things you wanted to do to reduce your stress and improve your mental health. 

The lobby looked the same as the first time you had been there and the room you were led to was the one you had been in last time as well. One of the pictures on the wall was different tho. You did not remember what it had been before but now it was a snow-covered mountainscape again a clear blue sky with clouds trying to run up the flanks. 

"Hi, you are back."

You had been wondering if your memory of Changbin had been accurate after all you had not been in a good state of mind when you had first met him and it was possible that he was not as hot as you remembered. But he was. 

Changbin had cut his hair and it made his furry ears stand out more; there just was something very attractive about a good undercut. Other than his hair he was unchanged, not very tall but certainly making up for that by being buff. You closed the distance and hug him to find his flowery smell was also as good as you remembered. He hugged you back. In his zip-up hoodie and loose pants you did not get as much warmth but being in his arms was familiar and comfortable. 

"You wanna lie down?"

His words tickled your ear and you nodded into the crook of his neck. 

####

"How have you been?"

Your head rested on Changbin’s chest and your hand drew patterns on the dark t-shirt that covered his belly. If you were honest this felt too much like lying in bed with a boyfriend and you had to remind yourself that Changbin was not your romantic partner. 

"Actually, really well," you said. "Work has been less stressful and I went out with friends. I had forgotten how nice it could be to spend time with other people."

"I’m happy that you are feeling better."

It could have sounded like a platitude but Changbin seemed genuinely interested in your boring life and it soothed your soul knowing that someone cared; even if it was only the guy you paid to hold you in his arms. But what nice arms they were. 

"But I agree, just spending time with friends is important. Humans are social creatures after all."

"You must get a lot of interaction."

He chuckled. 

"Yes, I like to have time to myself after work. As much as I like my job it can be a bit exhausting."

You did not have a reply for that so you snuggled into him a bit more but what you wanted was something different. It was nice to use his chest as a pillow but you wanted to get a tight hug. 

"Can you lie on your side and we hug? That was really nice last time."

"Sure."

That’s more like it. You only had one arm around him because Changbin did not want to lie on your other arm, it would probably go numb quickly with his weight on it but you still pouted into his shoulder. He had wrapped both arms around you, pressing your body to his upper body but his hips chastely pulled back so you would not touch. You ran your hands over the vast expanse of his back, trying not to think about pressing all of your body against his because it would not help the situation between your legs. The first time you had seen him it had not been your moody state that had made him attractive to you because now that you felt much better he was just as alluring. Your hand wandered up to his shoulder and your mouth watered at the muscles hardening under your finger as Changbin tightened his grip around you slightly. You sincerely worried that you would soak through your pants and that would be mortifying. Okay, distract yourself. Ask something! 

"I hope you don’t mind me asking but how did you end up here?"

"It’s not a typical job for a hybrid, is it?" 

"Not really."

"No," he confirmed. 

"I worked in a mine for a few years but it closed down - not profitable enough I guess."

"What did you mine?"

"Uranium ore but don’t worry I’m not radioactive anymore."

"What?"

You pulled back to look into his eyes and his arms immediately loosed to let you move. Changbin smirked but continued in a matter-of-fact kind of tone.

"The concentration of uranium is relatively low in the ore but we still had to wear some protective helmets, so we didn’t breathe the dust in but the radiation can enter other ways. I couldn’t start working until levels were around normal."

You settled back into your previous position of burying your face in the crook of his neck while he continued in a softer voice. 

"It took about a year and I had to take some medication to speed the process up. After that, I came to the city to find another job. Not a lot of places hire Hybrid so it took some time to find my way here. A bunch of people wanted me as their personal hybrid but I turned that down."

"Did anyone here ever want … your personal skills?"

You should not have said that but the words had just tumbled out of your mouth and you tried to paddle back:

"Actually, you don’t -"

"It’s okay and no, not really, but some people walked out on me."

"Really? Why? You seem very nice."

He chuckled near your ear. 

"I am but some people still think hybrids will give them cooties."

And yet they gladly fuck them at brothels, you thought. Some people still lived in the past where hybrids were either slaves or fuck toys and sometimes both at the same time, totally oblivious to the fact that they had almost all the rights that humans had. Some things like marrying or adopting children were still not granted but Hybrid rights groups were working on that too. It was not like you would mind taking this hybrid home but you could hardly say that while he was on the job and you were his client. 

"People are dumb."

Changbin hummed in response and you melted into his arms again. You listened to his heart beating in his chest and both of you fell into a comfortable silence. There was nothing important enough to be said; nothing more important than lying in Changbin’s bulky arms and breathing in his scent. 

A soft knock on the door pulled you out of your mediation. You could not tell how much time had passed. 5 mins? 30 mins? 3 hours? Who knew?

"Got it," Changbin said to the door. 

"Time is up?"

"Almost."

Your stomach dropped at the thought of having to leave but Changbin had other things to do, other people to cuddle. Maybe you could have been jealous that other people would get to be this close to him, to get to simply be in his presence but in reality, you hoped that other people got a bit of joy from hugging Changbin. Most people deserved to experience this level of coziness. Changbin’s arms tightened around you and you could don’t help but smile into his neck. Eventually, you had to let go and Changbin got out of the bed. 

"You can change if you want and please check out at the desk."

"Yes, I will."

Changbin smiled and picked up his hoodie. 

"Thank you for today, Changbin."

He gave you a last smile before he turned his back to you. At the door, he rested his hand on the handle but did not open it. 

"You know, we also do home visits. So if you need another session you can ask for that too. You know, some people are more comfortable in their own homes. See you around."

With that, he was gone. 

You tried not to think about having another appointment with the hot cuddler but you had felt so good afterward that it was impossible for you to not cave. On Thursday morning of the following week, you called the cuddle center again and greeted the woman on the other end. 

"What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to book a session with Changbin."

"Changbin? Yeah, sure. When do you have time?"

"I have to work all week, so in the evening would be great."

"Okay. I have a spot on Monday at 5 pm. Is that okay for you?"

"Sure. but ehm…"

"Yes?"

"I would like to book a session at my home."

"At your home?"

"Yes, he said it was possible to book a home session."

For a second the only noise that came out of the speaker was the static rustle of the connection.

"Yes of course. I’m sorry I was distracted for a moment, of course, you can book that. I will just ask him when he is free for that. Just a moment."

Something muffled the speaker and a moment later the woman was back. 

"Is tomorrow at 6 pm okay for you?"

"Yes."

"Awesome. I will need your address."

You gave your address as your heart hammered in your chest at the thought of spending time with Changbin again. 

"Okay, then Changbin will be there tomorrow at 6 pm. Have fun."

"Thanks."

"Bye!"

"Bye."

You did not have a lot of time to clean but you did your best and focused on the rooms he was most likely to see: the bedroom, the bathroom, and your small living room. It seemed logical that you would go to your bedroom but it may be too awkward for him to lay with you in your bed. Friday passed somehow without you knowing what you even did that day and you left a bit earlier than usual to shower before Changbin got to your place. It was good planning on your part because Changbin arrived on time. 

You were worried that the vibe would be off when the two of you met outside of the neutral environment of the company. When the doorbell rang and you opened the door to your apartment, you jerked up and ran to the door. Changbin still looked like he did in your not-so-dry dreams; Broad shoulders, thick arms, and like someone you did not want to mess with. 

"Hi."

"Hey. Can I come in?"

"Yes, please."

You stepped aside and Changbin entered your apartment. He took off his shoes and slipped out of the black jacket he wore over his sweater. 

"Where can I put this?"

"There."

One of the hangers next to the door was free and Changbin hung his jacket there before taking off the bucket hat that hid his ears he stuck to his sports bag. He saw you looking at the bag and said:

"Brought some comfortable clothes."

"Of course. That makes sense."

"Where do you want me?"

"In my bedroom, if that’s okay with you."

Under any other circumstances that would have been an invitation to fuck your brains out but you said it as innocently as possible. He was here to work and not for other things. Changbin bit back a smirk and nodded.

"Bathroom is over there and the bedroom is there. Take your time, I’ll wait for you."

"Okay."

When you entered the bedroom your gut crawled in anticipation, but you did not know what you were excited for. You sat on the bed and waited for Changbin to return. You had tidied up and cleaned in here, changed the sheets, and finally installed the fairy lights that had been lying in your drawer for ages. Your bedroom looked nicer than ever if you may say so yourself.

When Changbin returned from the bathroom he set his bag down near the door and walked over to you. You hated how he looked. Before you met him you had always thought that you did not care how thick or thin a guy was but Changbin proved you otherwise. The curves of his arms and chest were turning you on so hard, that you wondered if this had been a bad idea. Nevertheless Changbin, in his black t-shirt and thin, loose sweatpants, was here and you could not just send him away again. He sat down on your bed next to you. 

"How do you want me?"

Your horny mind added a sultry tone to what he said but you tried your best to speak neutrally. 

"Maybe you can lie down and I put my head on your chest?"

"Sure."

He lay down on the blanket next to you and you scutched closer. It was odd touching him again, having his smell in your nose again; both were familiar and immediately made you feel comfortable. Slowly as not to startle him, you reached out and ran a finger on one of his fuzzy ears; the touch was light and the ear reflexively moved out from under your finger. It was cute and you smiled at the tiny motion. 

"That tickles."

Changbin brushed over his ear but smiled at your amused face. 

"But it’s fun."

"Is it?"

"Yes," you chucked at Changbin’s playful pout.

"It’s cute."

You had said that out loud when you did not mean to and Changbin used it to tease you a bit.

"Oh, I’m cute?"

"Yes, you are."

"Damn right I am."

You could not help but laugh at the cuteness of his statement and Changbin beamed at you, delighted with your response. 

"Come here, cutie, I wanna hug you."

You opened your arms for Changbin who gladly accepted your invitation and rolled into your arms with his back to you. His weight was was a bit much for your arm so you threaded your right arm through the space between his neck and mattress. Your other hand had to go somewhere too but all options seemed risky; you could rest it on his side - not completely spooning him but maybe a bit awkward - or you could opt for his stomach but that could look like you were trying to feel him up, his chest was also not the best option for the same reason. Changbin noticed you hesitating and said:

"Do you not like being the big spoon?"

"No! I mean, I like both."

"Then come."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you in. His hand pressed your palm flat to his chest which automatically brought you into a position where your front was pressed against his hard back and you did not dare to breathe, afraid your shaking breath would expose your thoughts. Why did you do this to yourself? Was bringing this hot guy that you had no chance with to your apartment the best idea? When he left would you sniff on his pillow like a creep? You tried to shake the thoughts and concentrate on the moment; you have a round of self-doubt later. 

For one thing, you had to give yourself credit though, in that position, it would have been easy to press up against his ass - which now that you thought about it, you had not paid much attention to - but you had kept a chaste distance. Maybe there is some hope for me after all.

Changbin interlaced his fingers with yours on his chest. The huff that he released almost sounded like a moan making your heart drop between your legs and the little hairs on your arms stand on edge. How would it be if he moaned in earnest? You did not dare to think about how he would sound and of course, that meant it was all that you could think about. Would he be loud and unrestrained, not caring if the neighbors heard? Or low and carefully controlled so his quiet groans could only be heard by you? Both options and more played in your head, and you hated your brain at that moment. Wasn’t it enough that you were wet already? No, you had to soak through your underwear this time. Concentrate on something else! Before you could think of something else to distract yourself, Changbin spoke. 

"Can I tell you something?"

You just hummed as your hand drew random patterns on his chest. 

“I know, you’re turned on.”

You froze. He had said that just when you rubbed your legs together and it had plunged you into cold water. 

“Ehm, no, I’m not,” you stuttered. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything. We can just continue to cuddle it’s okay.”

You thought you were going to implode. Your face was on fire and you were glad that he could not see you. He was still holding your hand to his chest and you could feel your palm getting sweaty as if the embarrassment was leaking from you. 

"How do you know?"

"I have a good nose."

"Right. I’m sorry."

"For what?"

"For making you uncomfortable."

"I’m not uncomfortable."

"You are not?"

"No." 

Changbin turned so he could see your face and said:

"I didn’t bring it up to make you uncomfortable either" - He lightly squeezed your hand - "It’s okay if you want me to ignore it, but if you want to do something about it, I’m up for it."

Hearing him say that he was up for getting you off was the last thing you expected to hear today and your knee-jerk reaction was to laugh it off because you were embarrassed about being this transparent. You should have known better than to let yourself go like this around someone who could literally smell how horny you were. The question that remained was would you take him up on his offer or not. So far Changbin had not given you any indication that he was not trustworthy and even now he did not pressure you into fucking him. That should sound like the bare minimum but you had certainly witnessed other behavior before and this felt like a fresh breath of air. 

“What if I say yes? What do you suggest we do?”

“We are comfortable like this so maybe cockwarming?” he said as if he had told you that could also be the little spoon if you wanted to. The thought of laying in his arms, warm and relaxed but also filling your dripping hole was heavenly; straight out of your waking dreams. 

“I want that,” you whispered. That was one of the embarrassing moments in your life so far. The hot guy you were simping over knew that you had the hots for him and now you admitted it out loud too. He must think you are a needy hoe. If he did think that, Changbin did not say anything about it, he just nodded and gave you a smile that warmed you from the inside out. 

“Okay, just a moment.”

Changbin jumped out of bed and walked over to his bag. You stared as he bend down to roam in the side pocket, giving you a good look at his round ass which claimed higher on your “need to touch” list. 

Changbin came back with a handful of plastic-wrapped condoms which he dumped on your nightstand. 

“Are you planning on using all of them?”

You attempted a joke but it came out more hopeful than humorous. 

“Better too many than not enough.”

“I have condoms too.”

“I’m sure you do,” he said and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear. “But they probably don’t fit me.”

While you processed that bombshell he got back into position, both of you laying on your side and facing each other, however now he came close, his hips almost touching yours. His hand rang down from your hip over your thigh to your knee. He lifted it up and over his hips so he was effectively between your legs. 

“Would like this be okay?”

You nodded. Even though you were both fully clothed it was one of the hottest moments you had had in some time. He kneaded your ass and you got bold. Your hand slid down his chest until you reached the hem of his pants. You looked into his eyes looking for a sign to stop but he just bit his lip and waited. His pants wear made from a thin light material so when your fingers swept over the general area of his crotch the heat coming from him told you where you had to direct your hand. At first, his outline was not so easy to trace but it did not take long until he got harder. Changbin sighed and grabbed your ass firmer as you stroked him through his pants trying to gauge if he had said the truth about the condoms not fitting him. It would be easier to tell when you saw him but he did feel pretty thick. 

His hand left your cheek to stop your stroking, gently touching your hand.

"I’m good now."

When you look down you could see that he was ready as the pants did not do much to hide his arousal. Maybe it was a bit silly but you blushed. It was not your first time but it was the first time with him and you felt a bit unsure, still testing the waters. Changbin pulled back and lay on his back before lifting his hips and pushing the pants down. The garment landed on the floor of your tidy room but you could not care less. This was supposed to be a wholesome cuddling session and not in your wildest dreams you would have thought it would lead to you drooling over a dick. It was not super long but with very nice girth and you wanted to suck it. The neatly trimmed hair at the base gave you the impression of good personal hygiene and nothing was more attractive than that. Changbin did not see the hunger in your eyes instead he reached for the nightstand and got one of the foil-wrapped condoms. 

“Can I,” you asked. Any excuse to touch him was welcome and Changbin handed you the package. With a bit of amusement twinkling in his eyes, he watched as you fumbled your way into opening the fool packaging. Curse your sweaty fingers! 

You had stroked him through the pants but feeling the velvety skin slide under your fingers was so much better. Warm and hard, he felt heavy in your hand. On the underside ran a more prominent vein up towards the tip before disappearing under it. You held the tip in hand and leaned forward, kissing the underside and tracing the vein with your tongue. After a sharp intake of air, Changbin let out a sigh that was almost a moan and it shook you to your core. It started low and quiet, ending in a higher more desperate tone; that one you wanted to hear again but louder and even more desperate.

As your tongue reached the tip he whimpered and breathlessly whispered: "Don’t."

"Why not? Are you gonna cum early?"

"Don’t. Please."

He met your flirty question with a sad plea. You had never met anyone who you wanted to blow more but who also did not want just that. Maybe when there was time later you would ask for the reason but now you could only respect his boundaries and put the condom on him. 

"Okay, sorry."

Nevertheless, he enjoyed it when you stoked him and rolled the thin latex from the tip down. Changbin watched with interest as you fumbled with the hem of your pants and wondered if you should take them off now too.

"I gotta warn you, I’m not wearing pretty underwear."

Changbin smirked. 

"That’s okay, you will not wear them for long."

You laughed and his smirk turned into a genuine smile. You were glad that the person who you would have a one-night stand with was Changbin. He just had a comfortable presence, even now that he was lying half-naked in your bed, standing at the ready you wanted to wrap your arms around him and cuddle. That did not mean that you did not also want him fuck the light daylights out of you but rather it seemed possible that both of these views could exist at the same time. You were sure that Changbin could break you in half if he wanted to but the only thing he wanted was for you to cuddle with him and warm his pretty cock. You would not let him wait for too long and pushed down your pants and underwear in one go and threw them on the ground. Without the pants, your wetness was exposed to the cool air of the bedroom and Changbin hummed. 

"What?"

"You smell so good."

It was hard not to feel embarrassed that he could smell you but the rational side of you argued that hybrids in general had a better sense of smell so he must be used to all the different scents around him. You pushed the embarrassment aside for now and fell into his arms, literally; Changbin held you in a crushing embrace as if you had not hugged in years while you nuzzled into his chest. 

"How should we do this?" you asked.

"On the side, facing each other?"

"Sounds Good."

You rolled off his chest and swung your leg over his hips. Since the first time you had been in a room with Changbin, you had wanted him inside you and soon that would happen. You were worried by the size of him so maybe it was a good thing that Changbin took his sweet time. 

He grabbed his length and dragged the tip over your sensitive clit, each back and forth made you shiver. It was just not enough stimulation and you needed more. Then he took the tip on a journey around your entrance, spreading the wetness and making you want to grab his ass and make him push in already. 

"How long are you going to do this before you go in already? Are you waiting for me to beg?"

"No, but it’s easier when you really want it."

You groaned. To add to your frustration, he even stopped running his tip over your clit. Just when you opened your mouth to protest, his cool, dry fingers made contact with your overheated skin and he went straight to business. A few circles over your clit, made you bite back a moan then he slid two fingers inside you. It was the best feeling in the world to finally have something enter you after yearning for it for ages. The pads of his fingers pressed into the ball of nerves hidden behind your walls and your hands grabbed the fabric of his shirt tight. 

“Stop teasing me.”

You caught his eyes and tried to sound as confident as possible; not like he could reduce you to a bubbling mess at any second. 

“I would never tease you.”

That sounded like a lie but after two more strokes of his fingers, he replaced them with his tip rubbing the outside around your entrance which was enough to shut you up for a moment. 

When he pushed in, it stretched you so much, that you thought he may not fit. In this position, he could not enter very deep and with your muscles clamping down on him you could push him out again easily. So he had to hold himself in place with his hand which was not the situation for a relaxing cockwarming session. 

"I would love to stay like this but I think you're gonna slip out."

"Yeah, you’re right."

As soon as his hand no longer braced it, he slipped right out of you which was both a relief and a loss. 

"Can you maybe … lie on top of me?"

"I don’t know, I’m pretty heavy."

"Do you know weighted blankets?” -Changbin laughed- “I’d just love to feel your weight on me."

This evening was just full of embarrassing things or maybe it was just your mind saying that. However, that may be Changbin nodded and said "Okay" in a soft tone.

You rolled onto your back and waited for him to follow. Lying down and spreading your legs sounded and felt awkward even though you had done it before but your wet center was not exposed to the cool air for too long. Changbin kneeled between your legs, lined himself up, and slowly pushed in. He did not stop until he was all the way in, watching your face to check your reaction. It was a bit uncomfortable as he pushed in, the stretch was more than you had in a long and you wondered if more foreplay would have helped with that, alas you were passed that now and it was not too bad. His hips met yours and you relaxed; now that he was not moving any more the size of him seemed more manageable. Changbin leaned forward and brought his arms down left and right of your upper body so his weight was not on you. 

“Is it okay?” He asked.

“A bit uncomfortable but it will be okay.”

“Say if you want to stop, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I think it will be okay, just need a bit of time.”

Changbin looked concerned and his ears twitched; it was heartwarming to see that he cared about your comfort and you could not help but ask: "Can I kiss you?" 

Was that not a silly question considering he was currently on top of you and balls deep buried inside you but still you had not kissed before nor had you talked about it. He nodded and leaned in slowly. 

Your lips brushed over his, just a light touch but the hairs on your body rose. The first kiss with someone new was exhilarating, foreign, and familiar at the same time. Familiar because you had kissed others before but Foreign because it was a new pair of lips that pressed against you and there was much to explore. Changbin let you take the lead, neither pushing for more nor pulling back. He was content to let you push your tongue past his lips and explode his hot mouth. 

You pulled back leaving Changbin breathless and wrapped your arms around his body. His pupils were blown wide and for a moment you fully expect him to just pound you into the mattress but his hips stayed still and he rested his head on your shoulder. 

It was easy to get lost in the sensation of lying under him, warm and heavy on you. Whatever happened nothing could touch you while you were there between his arms and shielded by his body. 

Your hands drew on Changbin’s back as you lay together and you lost track of time between you sharing sweet kisses and you simply hugging each other. From time to time, one of you moved your hips just to maintain a bit of stimulation; You would wiggle your hips as much as it was possible against his weight and sometimes he would give you a few slow thrusts in return. You had no idea how much time passed between you kissing and reveling in the rare movement of your hips. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and he kissed your cheek before whispering into your ear.

"I have to stop soon."

"Oh? Why?"

"If you have an erection for too long it gets … uncomfortable."

"Oh."

"Do you want me … to move?"

You had become so comfortable just feeling him on top and inside you, the thought of him thrusting into you needed a moment to sink in. The few times he had moved, it had been slow and fluid but what if he used those big thighs and round butt for real? It was something you now had to experience. 

"Yes."

Your raspy tone surprised even you and Changbin swallowed audibly before he pulled out and thrust back in. The rhythm was slow so you could get used to the new situation after not moving and relaxing for so long. It did not take long until it got frustrating with how little stimulation, how little friction it offered you. You dug your heels into his delightfully round butt and he followed your lead; his hips pressing against your swollen, neglected clit with every thrust. Your whole body tingled and the heat rose; making you sweat from one moment to the next. 

When you looked at Changbin you saw the fond smile on his face and you forgot about moving his hips. 

"What is it?"

"I like when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Taking what you need."

That strung a cord with you. He liked it when you used his body to get off? That was one of the sexiest things anyone had ever said to you and after having mostly seen the selfish side of partners in your bed this was indeed something else. What would he say when you rode him next time? 

Changbin sat back on his heels and grabbed the hem of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful body as he threw the shirt on the floor. When Changbin noticed your eyes on him, he froze.

"It was warm." He said as if that needed explanation. "If you're uncomfortable I can put it back on."

"No! I mean, it’s okay."

Your face burned. Why had you stumbled over your words now that this very hot guy had taken off his shirt that had not hidden a lot anyways? Pretty easy to say: You had not thought he could get any hotter but you had been wrong. Imagining how he looked with his shirt off and actually having it in front of you were two different things. The chest just drew your attention to it which was saying a lot because arms were now on full display too in all their thick glory. Casually as if it was a normal thing to do, Changbin combed his hair with both hands. He totally did not do it to flex his arms for you and no noise spilled from your throat when you saw it.

"Changbin."

He had the audacity to smile but was himself up with your needy hole again. You held onto his arms as his hips move against you with your legs guiding his thrusts into a faster pace. The feeling of his hard muscles under your palms and the perfect rhythm of his hips let the tension rise from your gut into your whole body but you needed more; you needed him to go faster than your legs could move his hips. You were so close, only a bit more. It was impossible to string a single thought let alone a sentence together but somehow he knew what to do. 

Changbin’s hands held you by your shoulders and his hips snapped against you. It felt like every single muscle in your body tensed at the same time and a moan got caught in your throat when you were released. 

You were boneless; floating on the tail end of your high just enjoying the last few sloppy thrusts that Changbin gave you before shuddering to a halt. 

Changbin’s head rested on your shoulder as he caught his breath and you brushes over his sweaty back. 

"Puh, I know this was not part of the service but wow."

Changbin laughed, lifted himself off you, and rolled over. 

"I’m glad you liked it. It’s usually not something I offer."

"I guess I’m lucky then."

"No. I like spending time with you."

It should not have been as surprising but you still felt like he had hit you between the eyes. 

"You do?"

"Yes," he said and you could swear he had a light blush on his face.

"I’m just gonna…" He gestured to the bathroom.

"Yes, of cause."

When he came back, Changbin was stark naked and you respectfully looked away as he sat down on the bed next to you.

"Changbin? Would you like to go on a date with me?"

"I would love to."

###

On Monday Minho peeked into your office. 

“You look different. What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” you said a bit too fast. 

“You are a terrible liar.”

“I’m not. Really, nothing happened.”

“Bull shit. You are glowing on a Monday morning, something is up.”

You signed while Minho stared at you. 

“Okay fine. Something happened.”

It was fun seeing Minho dangle in the pause that followed the sentence. You should not tease him too much though so you had mercy with him.

“I met someone.”

“And you banged?”

“Minho.”

“What? It’s true, isn’t it? And it was good given how you float 5 cm over your seat.”

“…”

“Come on spill the tea. How did you meet? How are they? Are you dating or was it just a fling??”

You did not get much work done that morning.

A/N 2: I totally pulled the part about the mine out of my ass lol

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