Changbin Being Such A Soft (???) Dom Like

changbin being such a soft (???) dom like

he's eating you out and fingering you and making you feel sososo good but you're getting a little overstimulated and you're deep in subspace and you're whining and babbling to him that you can't take it and it's too much.

and changbin keeps going for a little while because he knows you can take it but when he sees small tears in your eyes, he'll sit up and let you catch your breath.

you guys have done this all before. he gets a little carried away eating your pussy, you get overstimulated, but he always stops when he sees those tears on your pretty little face. he hates to see tears on you.

he'll wipe the sweat from your forehead and press soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks and neck while you're coming back down. and when you do come back down, you'll look at him and you'll know he was right.

you'll feel your heart racing and you'll feel your pussy still aching for his tongue, his fingers, his hands.

you'll be so deep in subspace still, you'll pout and reach for his hands, trying to guide them back down to your aching cunt.

you could take it.

he knew you could and he'd be more than willing to give it to you.

I... uhm

Changbin: Truth or dare?

Chan: Truth.

Changbin: How many hours have you slept this week?

Chan: Dare.

Changbin: Go to sleep.

Chan: I don't like this game.

🥰✌️😚😐

he’s that bitch!

for @strayklds ♡

(inspo.)

pairing: lee minho x reader

genre: slight angst, comfort, fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.6k

prompt: “this—” [points at their chest] “—this belongs to you. always.”

a/n: helloo, this is a request from a while ago and i finally got the inspiration to write it. i enjoyed writing this small drabble a little too much and i hope you guys enjoy reading it! please let me know your thoughts on it!!

Minho was not usually pouty nor sulky when he was jealous. In fact, you had never seen him act like this before.

If anything, he would either snap, call out and even laugh at whoever was trying to make a move on you — or straight up shove them away, like he did when it came to any of his group members flirting with you just to get on his nerves.

This time, however, it was different.

If it were anyone else confessing to you right before he went on tour, he wouldn't have cared — he would've just brushed it off, maybe even laughed, and then he would've left with no worries, knowing you would be back home waiting for him and nothing would ever change between the two of you. But it wasn't just anyone else. It was his childhood best friend. The very one who also happened to be one of your childhood best friends.

Jongsuk had been there your whole lives, as you all grew up on the same street. He had been through it all. He had been there when you and Minho first started to crush on each other even before he became a trainee. He had been there when you had later on inevitably fallen in love, and when you first started dating. He had seen the ups and downs of your relationship through the years, especially the struggles that came with Minho becoming an idol. 

He had even been there when Minho had gone on tour abroad for the first time, promising his friend he would take good care of you while he was gone. Because Minho could always be jealous of other guys coming near you, but he trusted Jongsuk with his life. So, he would always tell him to look after you when he had to leave for a couple of months. After all, he was the second closest guy to you.

And now, now that he was about to leave for tour after nearly two years of not leaving your side, now that he had grown more used than ever to have you with him and would suffer one hell of a lot when he no longer could, he had found out his dearest friend had confessed to you.

The only other guy who had been in your life all along, the one who got to stay back home with you while he was gone for months, had told you he was in love with you.

As soon as those words had left your mouth, he felt his whole world fall apart.

"Baby, will you look at me?" you pleaded once more, after getting nothing but silence from him as he looked around his room for his clothes.

It had been minutes now since you had filled him in on your friend's intentions, and you were yet to get any kind of word out of his mouth.

Biting his tongue not to say anything he'd regret, he decided to ignore you for a little longer — his mind racing and going through every possible scenario regarding you and Jongsuk, as he placed the recently folded black jacket inside the luggage he would be taking on tour with him.

You sighed, taking a step towards him and gently grabbing his wrist so he would at least look at you. "Minho…"

"I don't know what you want me to say, Y/N" he quietly spoke up, the look he had just given you being far from the loving one you were used to. "It's been over one week. He confessed to you over one week ago, I leave tomorrow for three months, and you are just now telling me about it. What am I supposed to say?"

"I… I'm sorry" your voice trembled. "I didn't want to worry you over nothing, because I feel nothing for him and I made it very clear to him, so I thought it didn't matter. But he's been insisting an—"

"He's been insisting," he let out a breathy, incredulous laugh; one that held no humor in it whatsoever. "Insisting. Great".

"It's not—"

"So what, he'll keep insisting harder once I'm gone? Once I'm no longer in his way?"

"The fact that you'll be gone doesn't mean he'll have a free pass with me".

"But I won't be here to physically make him back off!"

"It doesn't matter!" you exclaimed. "It doesn't matter, baby. I will tell him to back away. I won't let him get close, you know that".

Minho shook his head no, taking a shaky breath as his hands covered his face and he let his back slump down on the bed. He wished he could just open his eyes and realise it had all been a nightmare, that you had not actually told him his best friend was in love with you. But he couldn't. He knew the moment he removed his hands from off his face and opened his eyes everything would still be the same. So he didn't. 

"Minho…" you pouted, lying down on your stomach next to him and tenderly grabbing one of his hands. 

Although his other hand slipped down from his face right after, his eyes remained closed.

"He was supposed to be my friend".

"He is your friend" you mumbled, drawing gentle circles on the back of the hand you were still holding onto.

"He's not," his voice cracked, and your heart hurt. "He would never try to take you from me if he was, he knows how fucking much I love you".

"I promise nothing will happen…"

His chest moved up and down, a heavy sigh abandoning his lips. "He's always been there for you".

"So have you" you didn't hesitate to remind him.

"He's been there way more" he lamented, finally opening his sadened eyes and locking them with yours. "When I became a trainee and changed schools he was still in the same one as you, you would still go there together every single day. When I debuted you guys got in the same university, and now you get to go to all the parties together. Every time I went on tour he would stay here with you…"

"None of that matters to me" you reassured him. "The two of you have been in my life for the same amount of years. If I wanted to be with him I would've gone for it already, but I don't want to, and I won't ever want to. It's you the one I fell for, and you have been there for me in ways he could never".

"He could if you gave him the chance to" his eyes watered ever so slightly. "What if he keeps insisting when I'm gone and you end up realising that he is a better match for you than me. What if you fall for him, what if—"

"Shh," you hushed him, cupping his face in your hands and resting your forehead on his in an attempt to calm him down. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. We'll be okay".

"I don't wanna leave," he confessed, causing you to feel a pinch in your chest, as you had never seen him look so scared. "I don't wanna leave tomorrow anymore, not ever. I don't wanna lose you".

"What are you saying? You won't ever lose me" you tried to reassure him one more time, this one giving him a sweet smile and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because this," you brought his hand to your chest, placing it right over your heart. "This belongs to you. Always".

He pouted cutely. "Are you talking about your heart or your b—"

"Lee Minho!" you called him out before he could even finish, earning a throaty laugh from him that made the burn in your cheeks feel worth it. "I'm trying to be wholesome here".

Minho trapped you inside his arms, pulling you ever so tightly against his chest and throwing a leg over your lower body. "I love you so fucking much".

"You already said that" your voice came out muffled against the fabric of his sweatshirt. "And I hope you know I love you more".

"Not more, but I know you love me".

You smiled softly, not having it in you to fight him right then. "Always," your lips pressed a small kiss to his jaw. "No matter how much Jongsuk or any other guy insists, no matter how many hours away you are from me… I will always love you".

"You promise?" he whispered.

You looked up to him — your eyes alone letting him know you were dead serious. "Of course I promise. I have loved you for nearly a decade now, I know nothing can change my love for you".

The previous sadness that had taken over his eyes was now replaced by pure adoration, smiling sweetly before he leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, making yourself more comfortable on his chest.

"Tell me if he tries anything else…"

"Will do…" you promised, mindlessly tracing your fingertips up and down his bicep. "We should probably keep packing your luggage now".

He rested his chin on the top of your head. "What's the point if I can't throw you inside and bring you on tour with me".

You chuckled, playfully pinching his side. "Too bad I don't fit in it".

"Don't worry," he pulled you closer. "Next tour I'm buying a bigger one and you're coming with me".