BY. HONGJOONG #6 - Lemon Tree (Original. Fools Garden)

BY. HONGJOONG #6 - Lemon Tree (Original. Fools Garden)

É o Sunoo de português pra mim 💖

’ ’ 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 … 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 @(fucknaja) ꒰੭⠀˖   ᨀ 🌷

♡(>ᴗ•) enhypen as languages i desire to speak/i already speak, with kind of poor explanations to why

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(・・ ) sunghoon ? ❤ to me he's germany. germany sounds complex, fancy and charming (in kind of an agressive way) to me. that's how i think sunghoon looks like. he has this whole sexy and complex pose, but also something more inside him. i feel like he can turn to be a wonderful man someday, just like germany turned out to be a charming language to me.

(・・ ) sunoo ? ❤ since he's all cute and adorable and fluffy, but still kind of a heartbreaker (THAT MAN WAS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN BLESSED-CURSED), i have to give him my mother language: portuguese. portuguese is something lovable if you give it a try. it is very VERY difficult due to its complexity; its urge to express itself (even I struggle with a few things, but it's worth it since it is beautiful). i feel like sunoo is so much more than we see.

(・・ ) niki ? ❤ i see him as japanese. i know it sounds like i made no effort, but hear me out: japenese sounds CUTE. VERY CUTE. niki will be like 30 and i will still see him as cute and adorable because he's the only member who's younger than me lol. but seriously he's a little baby and japanese is cute at first, however very poetic. the romantic japenese songs are heavy, they just care so much feelings with only a few words. niki's still too young to be anything other than cute to me, but as he ages, i see that he can grow up to be a very kind and loving man. he has so much potencial!

(・・ ) jay ? ❤ he HAS to be french. if not frech, i just don't know what else. french is a romantic language and poetic (to people who are not fluent specially lmao). OH AND THE FRENCH ACCENT!! it just suits him so well! it's romantic, smooth and hypnotizing in some way. you can't look at me and say jay doesn't look like a hubby material. I DARE YOU.

(・・ ) heesung ? ❤ i have to give him the chinese language. chinese sounds interesting and quite difficult to understand, but at the same time sounds adorable and fancy. have you ever watched a cdrama? they look so serious and cute while speaking that it just makes me fall in love with everybody lol.

(・・ ) jake ? ❤ he's italian for sure!! italian itself just sounds flirty, it has its magic. he's flirty and everything, but i also see him with potential for becoming a romantic partner with his SO. maybe it's just me? in my head it makes absolute sense and i think that it could make sense for you too. he could also be russian, that is has a strong personality to it. yeah.

(・・ ) jungwon ? ❤ he's the korean language to me. again, it sounds like i made no effort but hear me out. probably your first contact with korean was through kpop or kdrama, right? so maybe you just thought of how cute korean was, but have you ever heard people talking it on day by day or how deep their literature is? jungwon is delightful really, but he is also mature and so serious when it comes to being a leader. like ?? so charming.

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anyway folks, that's it. kind of small lol. hope you enjoyed. bye <3

[joshu_acoustic]: 💙

Okay, eu sei que não posto nada meu por um bom tempo, mas juro que estou tentando organizar minha vida, e alguns projetos de escrita pra postar aqui, então enquanto isso, vou deixar aqui, só uma coisinha que pensei enquanto fiquei delulu com um tikoeteko do Jungkook um tempinho atrás 🙂:

Jeon Jungkook é o tipo de namorado, que se fica muito tempo longe de você, qndo voltam a ficar juntos, ele não vai desgrudar nunca mais.

Vai segurar seu rosto com suas duas grandes mãos, enquanto ele abre seu icônico sorriso de coelhinho, e ficar repetindo o quanto te ama "é o amor da minha vida!" "Te amo de mais, vida" "Minha vida é tão linda!"

Okay, the "Brazil" at pile 2 kinda of caught me

Channeled Messages - Traits Of Your Soulmate!

Piles: 1-2-3 4-5-6

Disclaimer:

this is a general message so not all that is mentioned may apply to you/your person, take what resonates!

. ♡ ° . . • . ♡ ° pile one 

I feel like your soulmate is someone from your past. This doesn't only apply to your current waking life, this may be someone you know from a past life or someone from the dream realm. Your soulmate has the most angelic energy. They bring peace wherever they go. I'm getting the message that some of you who picked this pile may work with the Greek God Apollo or are interested in astral travel or shifting. Your person has a bright yellow aura. I also feel that your person may be into foreign music or they may be a polyglot! rainy, dazed, free, child, ship, sail, ghosts, young, journal, kite, fromis_9, love, sleepy, frog, turtleneck, president, frame, glasses, brick, country, india, tulum, minneapolis, highway, plus, notes, music, sticky, gold, ice cream, wales, four leaf clover 

. ♡ ° . . • . ♡ °pile two 

I feel like like your soulmate is the physical version of a chai latte! I know that may sound weird but they have a calming, magnetic, cozy energy. They may wear beige often. I also feel like your soulmate is very clumsy, I'm seeing ink bottles spilled on paper. This person is also a huge animal lover! They may have a pet turtle or a pet named turtle. I also think that this person looooooves pasta so much that they literally eat it multiple times a week.

whales, plaid, plisse, open, knit, wool, maple, orange tabby cat, kristen, california, brazil, pierce, slay, jumping, airplane, drives, dust, flowers, sushi, kintsugi, novels, poetry, virgina woolf, museum, kryptonite 

. ♡ ° . . • . ♡ °pile three 

I feel like your person loves the snow. As a kid they may have wanted to be in the winter olympics. This person is super outgoing but they may use their outgoing personality as a shield. They may really like sonny angel toys and may have a large collection of them! This person could also love watching daily vlogs or healing vlogs. They're also very studious and math may be one of their favorite subjects! cloudy, snow, peace, green, jumbo, lights, blink, rose, waste, glasses, vision, braid, mosquitoes, mountains, sled, porsche, nantucket, lima, yellow, surfing, corners, ikea, polka dot, grapes, beabadoobee, posie

. ♡ ° . . • . ♡ °pile four 

I'm immediately feeling that this person loves the color pink. They may have or may have had multiple cats. Some people may judge this person because outwardly they may look immature but they actually have so much depth and are extremely intelligent! This person may use really sweet, sugary perfumes similar to sweet like candy by ariana grande. I'm also seeing that this person is an avid gamer and may really like dungeons and dragons or street fighter!

stuffed animals, suede, long, juice, stay, socks, nothing, frost, yes, dungeon, prom, violets, fraises, france, ghost, garden, keep, lock, race, seaside, tyler, chrome, seasons, popcorn, like or like like, lovely, music, chasing  

. ♡ ° . . • . ♡ °pile five 

Your person has total Rory Gilmore vibes regardless of their gender. They may wear striped long sleeve shirts and flare jeans a lot. They also really like the marauders from harry potter. Their favorite food is soup, more specifically clam chowder? This person loves going to concerts/movies and they may keep their concert/movie tickets pasted in a red journal. pancakes, sociable, snakes, ring, right, map, facing, dress, horse, turkey, love, tidal, cross, breathe, mantra, west, vibes, running, salon, juniper, resting, also, miso, yogurt, chambers, register, wash, above, charlie, tiger  

. ♡ ° . . • . ♡ °pile six 

Your person loves taking selfies lol. They are always taking pictures and they may even be an influencer. I'm also feeling that they love having quiet time, they find being alone and being quiet so relaxing. This person may collect vintage items and may have a vintage scarf that they tie to their bag. This person also really loves brownies lol. They have a very calming presence and they'll help you learn how to reflect inwardly! holding, four, poles, moist, jungle, ranch, halsey, notion, falling, number, erase, data, samsung, princess, quality, cyan, random, coarse, hiding, shiba, lemon, pricy, bait, madison, wisconsin, logic, bread, pumpkin, lavender

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♡ trying with changbin

↳ pairing: changbin x fem!reader ↳ word count: 6.5k ↳ genre: smut, non-idol!au, friends to lovers!au ↳ summary: when an ex blames you for his inability to make you come, you turn to your friend for help ↳ warnings: 18+ minors dni! mature topics, the mc has an issue with orgasming, toxic ex!, smut (fingering, use of 'good girl', squirting, multiple orgasms, protected sex) ↳ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ↳ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how come you can’t come?” your date, Minjun, asks from across the table, which results in you choking on your drink to the point of your eyes watering.

The couple sitting next to you shoots you strange looks, but the two are the last thing on your mind. Up until this point, the date was going great, and this feels like a huge smack across the face since it comes out of nowhere.

“What?” You can’t come up with anything meaningful, not when your mind is racing. What does he mean by that? And how in the hell does he know about your little… problem? This is just the first date—he shouldn’t know much about you, anyway.

“Uh… Sumin told us about it when you two broke up, bu—” Minjun starts explaining, but you immediately cut him off, furious at the very mention of your ex’s name. Fucking Sumin and his fucking big mean mouth!

“Who’s us?” you ask, giving your date a glare that makes him break out in a sweat. You already know your ex is trash but is he seriously talking about your sex life to numerous people?

With a sigh, Minjun responds, “I’m, I… The guys from the team.”

Oh, great. So, your fucking ex who wouldn’t know what a clit was if it was shoved in his face—which it was, on numerous occasions, he just didn’t know what do to with it—has apparently told his college football team something you told him in private. Fucking peachy. “Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry for bringing it up,” Minjun says apologetically, clearing his throat. “He was angry after you two broke up and didn’t want to accept your explanation of you two not working out because the sex was bad, so he said it was about you… Uh… Not being able to come. Like, of course the sex is bad if you can’t, you know…”

Not five minutes later, you excuse yourself and leave the restaurant, tears of anger stinging your eyes. You make your way to the apartment with clenched fists, fingernails digging into the flesh of your palms, but you don’t even feel it. Did Sumin really do that? He had to, because how else would Minjun even know about the thing?

It isn’t even important because you’re not seeing the guy again, not after he thought it was appropriate to bring up something like that on the first date. You are thankful he mentioned it to you because it just cements the already horrible opinion you have of your ex. However, it also makes you double angry.

After all, there’s someone else on the team who should have told you about this long before Minjun did, seeing as he was one of your closest friends.

“Seo Changbin!” you scream out his name the second he opens the door.

He’s clearly been napping, seeing as he’s rubbing his eyes and frowning, trying to keep the light out of his eyes. To be frank, you can’t give less of a shit about his nap, so you storm into his apartment and turn on your heel, huffing as you cross your arms over your chest.

“This is not the first time an angry woman is screaming at me,” Changbin says in a groggy voice, closing the door and turning around to face you in the meantime, “but I’m not sure what warranted it this time. How can I help you?”

“Why am I just now hearing from Minjun of all people that Sumin shit-talked me and my orgasms in front of the entire team? Where was my great friend Changbin in this situation?” The tone of voice you’re using makes you sound angry, but you don’t care. You kind of are.

Changbin is on that fucking team, and if Minjun said everyone’s there, your friend must have heard it too. If he wasn’t there, he heard it from his teammates. You’re not expecting him to stand up for you, but he could have at least told you about it so you are aware, so you don’t get blind-sighted on the first date with something so… personal.

“Oh,” he breathes, sighing as he takes a step towards you and reaches to touch your shoulders. “Listen, Minjun clearly didn’t give you the whole story.”

“What is it, then?” you spit the words as you move backward, just out of reach so he can’t touch you. Changbin is great with touches—he can easily get you to relax if he tries to, and right now, you don’t want to be relaxed. You’re fuming and you have every right to be. Changbin’s warm and strong hands will not take that away from you. “I’m listening.”

Your friend runs his fingers through his hair, which is messy from the nap he’s been taking. “Sumin did say that, but it was kind of obvious he was just saying it because he got dumped. Plus, I did tell him to shut the fuck up. When the rest of the guys left the locker room, I had a word with him in private, and he’s never mentioned it since, okay?” He pauses to give you a slow nod.

Changbin has this amazing quality of staying calm in tense situations, and his energy transfers to you since you’re suddenly feeling a lot less angry with him. Sumin, of course, is a whole different story.

“And he actually told people I can’t come?” you ask again, even though two men have already confirmed this. There shouldn’t be any doubt this actually happened.

“Uh,” Changbin swallows, seemingly worried, “he did.” The frown on his face tells you he feels pity for you, which is the worst thing he could feel, in your opinion.

“Peachy.”

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t think anyone took him seriously,” he says in an attempt to comfort you, his hand finally finding your shoulder, which he rubs softly. “He’s a loser. Plus, Minjun isn’t any better, so he’s probably the only person who bought the story. I can always beat them both up if you want to.”

The offer is ridiculous and fake, but you can’t help but chuckle at it. “Thanks, Binnie, it won’t be necessary.”

“Did that idiot really mention this whole thing on the first date?” Changbin asks, now scratching his head as he walks away and plops down on the sofa, patting the spot next to him so you can join him, which you do.

“I mean, good riddance,” you huff, feeling a bit sick for even going out with a guy like that. What the hell were you thinking? “I can’t believe at least ten guys know about this. Now everyone thinks he’s some sex god and there’s something wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, please,” your friend is quick to contradict, his arm now wrapped around your shoulders as he pulls you back into the sofa in an attempt to get you to relax. The familiar warmth of his touch and the smell of whatever cologne or perfume he has on do just that. “He’s just an idiot. Never understood what you saw in that guy.”

You’re not sure either. It was just his looks. Okay, he could be charming when he wanted to, but as soon as you started sleeping together, all the charm disappeared into thin air. “I’m an idiot, too, I guess.”

“Anyway, my offer of beating him up still stands!” Changbin chuckles at his joke, turning on the TV. “Since I’m guessing you left in the middle of the date, how about we order some food and watch something? You’re not going home all upset over this, I’m not letting you.”

The offer sounds like something you need, so you stay there, kicking off your shoes and snuggling up to Changbin, enjoying the warmth of his body as you focus on the screen.

A while later, your mind wanders to the whole problem with Sumin and the fact that he could never get you to come. Your mind wasn’t in it, and you told him not to worry about you not coming because it was a ‘you problem’. You’re an idiot for ever telling him that. For a while, he tried to make you come, but it just couldn’t happen.

After a couple of minutes, you’d just tell him to stop, and he would, wanting to get something in return. Then, after a couple of weeks, he barely tried at all, already knowing it was doomed. So, you never got to come with the dude, and he was spreading the rumor around and making you think you’re “damaged goods,” which was the exact expression he used when you were breaking things off. Damaged goods. Terrible sounding.

Are you damaged goods, though? You know your only purpose in life is not to please men and orgasm on command, but are you missing out on stuff? It seems like everyone out there can do it, except you. Everyone can have a normal relationship and not go home feeling frustrated after sex, except you. You seem to be the only person in your friend circle that goes home after sex and gets off on their own.

“Binnie, you have sex with no strings attached, right?” you ask him out of the blue, which makes his breath hitch in his throat. You two are close and do talk about sex, but never in too much detail.

Changbin quickly recovers, clearing his throat and responding, “Uhm, I guess. Why?”

“Do you find me attractive?” Your question makes both of you stop breathing for a couple of seconds—you in anticipation of his reaction and him for reasons unknown. It’s a strange question when it comes from a close friend, you’re aware.

“What?” Changbin shoots you a weird glance before looking at the screen again. “Who told you that?”

“No one told me anything,” you chuckle, shaking your head, both of you still staring at the screen. “Just humor me, okay?”

“I… Yes, I do, I think you’re gorgeous,” he admits, his voice shaking by the end of it. “What’s this about?”

“Do you want to go down on me?” The offer leaves your mouth easily, and you don’t feel any shame for asking. It’s Changbin, after all.

“I—What?” This time, Changbin finally turns his head to look at you, even though your head is resting on his shoulder. The look on his face gives off total confusion. “What?!”

“Listen,” you say, pushing yourself into a seating position so you can look him right in the eyes. “I want to show that asshole that he is the problem and that someone else can make me come, and who better than you? Rumor has it you’re the best fuck around. Plus, you’re on the team, so everyone can hear about it and know Sumin just doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“Wow, best fuck around!” Changbin scoffs, looking to the side, clearly deflecting by focusing solely on the compliment. When you clear your throat threateningly, he continues, “I mean, great, thanks, but… Do you seriously want me to say something like that to the entire team?”

“I don’t care,” you respond, not seeing why he was making a big deal out of it. “They already think I’m a loser.”

Changbin shakes his head and takes a deep breath, acting like he’s tired of you. “Trust me, no one thinks that about you.”

“Anyway,” you sigh, “would you be down for it? I can return the favor.”

Changbin gulps loudly, his eyes wandering from your eyes down to your mouth and cleavage, you have to notice. Is he tempted by the offer? Him, the great Seo Changbin, the college playboy?

“You do know I can just go to practice tomorrow and tell them I made you come without… Actually doing it?” he suggests, careful with his words and tone. The way he’s looking at you tells you your friend is actually serious about it.

“I know, but…” You gulp. “It’s true.”

“Oh,” Changbin says softly, sighing and just staring at you for a while as if he is inspecting you for any sort of reaction, but he gets none, other than a pout. “He really is an ass, then.”

You don’t agree this time because there’s always a possibility that Sumin isn’t the problem. Maybe you are more fucked up than you thought. “I… I’d like to get it over with and not have any more people think I’m damaged fucking goods.”

Changbin reaches out before you can even sigh, his hand gripping your shoulder tightly. “Hey, who told you that? Please, tell me you’re not actually serious about it.”

“I do feel like it sometimes,” you admit. Changbin and you usually have deep conversations when drunk, but you’re not drunk now, and this is more serious than anything you two have discussed—more personal. “Everyone can, except me.”

“That’s not true,” your friend tries to reassure you. “People pretend they can and often fake it, but not everyone can, especially not if they’re not comfortable and relaxed and in the right mindset, so it’s not just you. Besides, if I dated a jerk like Sumin who only talks and thinks about himself, I wouldn’t come either.”

His comment makes you chuckle and you instantly feel a lot lighter than you were just a minute ago. “You’re sweet, Changbin, but I’m kind of losing hope here. It’s not that he didn’t try.”

“He didn’t try hard enough, then!” He shrugs, letting go of your shoulder. “There’s not a thing wrong with you, trust me. You said it yourself, I sleep with a lot of people. I should know, right?”

“Yes,” you say with a nod, wondering if you’d ever get to sleep with someone as experienced and understanding as him. “The… The offer is still on the table.”

Your cheeks are burning at this point, but you want to be clear about it—you do want someone to make you come, and he’s the best choice.

“You’re saying you really want me to go down on you?” Changbin asks as he turns the TV off, leaving you two in complete silence, save for the sounds of your breathing.

“Yes.”

“Now?”

Oh, so he’s thinking about it. Somehow, the realization makes you feel better. “If you want to.”

“If you feel comfortable with me, why not?” Changbin shrugs, getting up and then quickly kneeling right in front of you as you keep sitting on the sofa. “What?”

“Oh, you... You’ll just g-go right for it?” you stutter, making your nervousness more obvious.

“Do you want me to do something else first?” He pauses, looking up at you with a confused look on his face. For a second, it all starts feeling awkward, but then Changbin gives you a smile, the type you’re used to, and you have to smile back.

“Can we, uh, I don’t know, kiss or something?”

“Hm,” Changbin nods with a chuckle, getting up and sitting back on the sofa. “So you want the whole experience.”

“If… If you’re willing to.”

“Absolutely.”

He kisses you, and your entire body sets on fire from the inside, skin burning wherever Changbin touches. He’s doing it hungrily, just like you imagine he does with the partners he chooses for himself, like he does with all those girls who spread rumors about him being great in bed, the girls that keep questioning you about your super hot and sweet best friend. His tongue is already making you wet, and it hasn’t even left your mouth. The rumors have to be true.

“Changbin?” you mutter into the kiss softly, wanting to say something before taking it a step further.

“Mhm?” he hums in response, hand squeezing your thigh gently, and that alone is enough to get you wet. You've been close to him before, you've cuddled and touched each other, but nothing about it was sexual. Today, all of his touches make your insides turn with excitement. “Yes?”

“I… If you’re not able to, don’t worry. I mean, don’t take it personally if I don’t come. It’s not you—”

Changbin chuckles softly, his hand moving up to hook a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t you worry about me, okay? You’re not going into this with the mindset of ‘I have to come,’ okay? You just relax and let me make you feel good. Don’t worry about whether you’ll come or how I’ll feel if you do or don’t. Just think about how I’m making you feel.”

“Thank you,” you say with a sigh, wondering where men like this have been hiding from you. It's Changbin so you know it won't be embarrassing—it can't be. Plus, he understands, which makes the whole thing infinitely easier. “I… I just don’t want to disappoint.”

“You can't disappoint me,” Changbin huffs, practically rolling his eyes. “Please, stop worrying about it. You just relax and let me… Do my thing.”

“Can you… Treat me like you usually treat women?” you suggest, knowing it sounds stupid. “I mean, whatever is fine with me. Don’t treat me special because I’m a friend, I mean.”

“In that case, you’re not going home until you come,” Changbin informs you with a grin. Oh, is that what fooling around with him is like? No wonder girls seem to love him. “Now, how do you want to do this?”

You two decide on going to his room, letting some music play in the background, which makes the whole thing as comfortable as possible. Changbin even turns on the fairy lights so it’s not too bright for you. He’s currently kissing his way down your naked body, and your mind is drawing blanks. You’re unable to think about anything else other than the fact that you’re completely naked in front of Changbin, the Changbin, and you’re letting him kiss and caress and grope you.

Everything he touches burns in a good way. By the time his mouth reaches your pubic bone, Changbin has left a long wet trail that leads all the way back to your mouth, which is slightly open so you can hiss and softly moan at his every touch. Your thighs want to clench together, but his torso is between them, stopping them from touching and giving you some relief.

“Can I use fingers first?” Changbin asks, giving you a smirk from between your legs, and you feel like you want to disappear. When you suggested this whole thing, you forgot he’d be face to face with your sex like he is now, looking at it like he’s amazed, inspecting its every nook and cranny.

“This would be a lot easier if you were naked too,” is what leaves your mouth before you can even think about all the possible implications.

“Sure,” Changbin agrees readily and pushes himself off the bed. In a matter of seconds, his clothes are on the floor, and he’s kneeling in front of you completely naked, his cock erect. Does kissing you and seeing you naked turn him on that much? His cock looks really hard, and you feel the need to touch it to check just how hard it is, but you don’t. “Better?”

“Perfect,” you say with a gulp, realizing he’s caught you staring at his dick and that a smirk is plastered across his handsome face.

Changbin moves in until he’s kneeling between your legs, his mouth finding yours. While you two kiss, his fingers finally touch your slit, getting wet, and you moan into the kiss. Changbin doesn’t waste time at all, he doesn’t tease or lead you on. Instead, his fingers are already lifting your hood and rubbing your clitoris right from the very start, applying a lot of pressure from the get-go.

“Fuck,” you mumble, hands around his shoulders as you keep him close to you. It's weird having him this close, your chests touching, faces inches away from each other, lips brushing as you speak. “Fuck.”

“Just relax,” he breathes into your mouth before pecking you, making it seem like this is a thing you’ve done a million times before when, in fact, you two haven’t even kissed before tonight, let alone touched each other's naked bodies. “Kiss me… Focus on the fingers only, think about me, hm? Nobody else.”

“Yes, Changbin,” you agree like a fool, completely out of your mind. You can't say a thing—it already feels too good, and he is just… intoxicating.

Even if you tried, it would be hard to focus on anything other than him. Changbin is not a big guy, but right now, it feels like he’s towering over you and taking every ounce of control. All you can do is spread your legs further and let him play with your clit as you lie underneath him.

The more he touches you, the wetter you get and the more you clench around nothing. As if Changbin feels that, he eases a finger into you, and then another. You hiss, enjoying the sudden feeling of fullness. Somehow, he lifts himself up on his knees, wraps one arm around your waist, and pulls you into a half-sitting position, with your elbows serving as support to keep your back off the bed.

“Want me to move?” you ask, unsure of where he’s going with this, but he kisses you again, his mouth seemingly eager for yours. With every kiss, you want your friend more, and you’re not sure how Changbin is doing that to your head—it's simple fingering. You’ve experienced this many times before, it shouldn’t feel special.

It’s just that his lips are soft and whenever they touch yours, they’re gentle, but when he’s tonguing you, he’s acting needy, humming into the kisses, and the hums are beginning to sound like moans. Thankfully. Otherwise, you’d be the only one moaning here, but it’s impossible not to when he has two fingers inside of you and is curling them the right way, rubbing you from the inside.

“No, no… Stay just like this,” Changbin mumbles into the kiss when you try to sit up fully, the tone of voice he’s using turning you on even more. “Let me know if it feels good.”

And then, Changbin starts moving his fingers so fast you feel like someone’s hit you in the stomach and knocked the breath out of you. Every inhale sounds like one you’d take after being underwater for a long time, and your hand flies to his shoulder, fingernails digging into the skin the same way your teeth are digging into his bottom lip as you try to stifle your loud moan.

Your other hand keeps you up in this strange position, and your eyes focus only on Changbin and the way he’s looking at you. His brows are furrowed over his eyes, and he seems focused on your face too, as if he’s trying to read your feelings through it. You can’t look away—not a single guy has ever looked at you that way while he fucked you with his fingers, or any other way, for that matter.

Despite his pretty face calming you down, your breathing is still heavy like you’ve just run a marathon. His fingers are poking you from the inside in a new way, and you can’t get used to the amount of pleasure he’s already giving you.

Changbin chuckles at that and coaxes you softly, “Mhm, just like that… You feel so ready for dick already. Bet it’d fucking fit right in.”

You want to say something back, but you can’t. Changbin is hitting that spot you always hit with your vibrator, and the dirty talk is doing him all the favors. You two didn’t agree on fucking, but the second he mentions his dick inside of you, you know you’ll let your friend fuck you if he asks. There's no way in hell you’re telling Changbin no, not when his dick looks that good. The man’s perfect from head to toe.

Suddenly, a feeling of warmth washes over your entire body, goosebumps follow soon after, and so does your release. The only thing that runs through your mind when you feel pleasure rush through you is that you can’t believe a man is making you come. “Good girl,” Changbin tells you, and that ruins you. “Look at you coming for me.”

Embarrassingly, you squirt into Changbin’s hand with a scream since it’s the most intense thing you’ve experienced with another person up to date. Your body is still clenching and releasing, but the second you realize you’ve squirted, you push yourself back, away from his reach. “Fuck, fuck fuck, ah—Changbin!”

You sound like an animal in heat—you’ve never made yourself come that intensely, especially not with fingers, and you’re unsure of how exactly Changbin did it. Still, what’s more worrisome is the fact that you’ve made a mess out of his bed without any warning.

“Oh, no, no, where are you going?” Changbin asks with a chuckle, crawling over to you, getting between your legs, and practically lying on top of you so he can pin you down and kiss you, stop you from moving to the other side of the bed. “I told you to relax, and you did. Good. Don’t even worry about my bed or anything like that.”

You scoff, unable to look away when his face is almost pressed into yours, when his eyes are so warm. “How do you always know what I’m thinking?”

“You’re my friend, I know you,” he says before leaning in to kiss you. “Just let it go. Listen, you can come. And you can clearly do it fast and hard. Therefore, it’s not a you problem.”

The realization makes you both smile. You’ve been so preoccupied with his bed and the fact that it’s wet because of you that you forgot the most important part—Changbin made you come. “You are great at this,” you compliment him, hands moving up so you can tangle your fingers in his ruffled hair. “Thank you.”

“I did the bare minimum,” Changbin chuckles and presses a soft peck to your lips. “Want to try some more?”

The question ignites some sort of a fire in you again, and you find it so hard to look away from him. “I… I mean, sure.”

“But?” He gets up on his forearms and smirks at you knowingly, already realizing something is on your mind.

“I only asked you for one, I don’t want to bothe—”

Changbin says your name with a scoff, interrupting you. “Stop, right now. You think touching you is a bother to me?” A shake of his head is enough to show you you’re wrong, but he still continues, “I’m enjoying myself, and I’d really like to see just how many times you can come with someone you trust enough. If you want that, of course.”

“I’d love that,” you say selfishly. You want him to keep going forever if you’re being honest. The line between friendship and lust has to be thin, and Changbin is just skipping over it fully tonight.

Two is the number of orgasms in a row Changbin can give you using just his mouth, you find out that night. Every time he makes you come, you see stars, your abs clench so much they hurt, and your body twists like you’re being electrocuted.

You can’t help it, though, not when his tongue touches you just right—enough pressure to stimulate you, not too much to ruin it. The best thing about him giving head? He focuses on one place instead of moving all around. When your exes went down on you, they’d all switch positions, focus first on the clit, then on shoving their tongue inside of you, and you’d just lose momentum and have to start building it again from scratch.

Not Changbin, though. He’s practically making out with your clit, his chin pressed against your slit, and when he emerges after making you come for the first time with his tongue, you realize his lips and chin are smeared with the remnants of your excitement.

As if he can read your mind, he smirks, “You taste so fucking good, you have no idea.”

The next orgasm is both better and worse—better because of the intensity, worse because of the way your body reacts, twisting and turning more and more each time, leaving you exhausted.

Changbin’s hands keep your thighs in place, spread wide, allowing him easy access to your soaked core. His bed is unusable at this point, you’re sure. You feel how wet everything is under your ass, and you’re sure he’ll feel it later when he goes to bed, but you’re not even going to mention it, scared of him reprimanding you for thinking about it while he’s going down on you.

Besides, you’d be crazy to think about a fucking bed when the hottest person you know has his head shoved between your legs and is moaning into your cunt.

“Fucking Sumin!” Changbin snickers as he suckles on the inside of your thigh. “You were right, he has no idea what he’s doing.”

“Or you just do,” you quickly add. Maybe it wasn’t Sumin or any other guy before him. Maybe it was you, and the fact that you couldn’t relax around men, that you kept overthinking everything to the point of ruining all the fun for yourself. With Changbin, you just don’t have that problem—he’s too good of a friend for that.

Changbin smirks again, peeling his lips away from your inner thigh to respond, “Don’t give me too many compliments, they might go to my head.”

“Dude, your mouth and fingers are perfect, you should feel cocky about that.” It’s true. Even if you didn’t already think he was perfect, you would have started now after feeling his mouth and fingers on you.

“I’m just happy you got to do it,” Changbin says happily, and you know he really is. That’s just the type of friend he is. “Another round?”

Your abs hurt and your thighs are still slightly shaking, but all you can think about is him. So, you shake your head to say no and ask, “Do you want me to, uh, take care of you?”

Suddenly, Changbin goes all stiff, and there’s no smile on his face as he tells you, “You don’t have to.”

“I know, Binnie,” you reassure him. “But I want to.”

“Because you want to pay me back? Because it that’s the case, I do—”

You’re sure he’s going to go on a tangent about him doing you a friendly favor without expecting anything in return and how he doesn’t want you to do something you don’t want to do, but you just have to cut him off. “No. Because you turn me on and you’re hot and you’ve made me feel amazing. I… If you have a condom, we can do it.”

There’s a sudden shift in his behavior, as noticeable as the one earlier. Now, he’s sporting a smirk and looking straight into your eyes as he speaks confidently, “Uh, you’ll have to use a bit more words to convince me you want this.”

“Please, Binnie!” You scoff, but soon realize he’s serious. He wants you to say it. “Okay. I want to fuck you, if you want that too.”

“And if I don’t want it, you wouldn't want it either?” he suggests, the pads of his fingers thumping along your inner thigh, so close to your sopping core.

“No,” you shake your head at him, “I’d still want it.”

“Why?” Changbin asks, making you realize he really wants to hear all of it. Who are you to stay quiet after everything he’s just done for you?

“Because I can’t even imagine what your dick feels like if your mouth and fingers feel this good,” you admit, feeling some blood rush to your cheeks. You notice that his cock twitches at your words, and that gives you a bit more confidence. “Is that good enough?”

“That’s… Wonderful. Can you do better?”

Can you? Not usually, but since it's Changbin and shame just isn't a thing around him, you do your best.

“Hm… Because I want to fuck you? Your fingers feel perfect, but I think you’ll stretch me just right when you fuck me. And I’d love for you to make me come around your dick, too.”

“Sumin is the biggest fucking idiot,” he grunts and gets up to get the condom.

When he gets back on top of you, Changbin kisses you gently before asking, “Sorry, last time. You’re sure you want to fuck me?”

You can’t help but chuckle and cup his face, pulling him in closer for a kiss. “Yes. We already took it here, might as well… Feel each other that way too.”

“Hm, I’d like that,” he hums gently. His expression softens for a second and he begins kissing you slowly. You stay like that for a while until he breaks the kiss and asks, “How do you like it?”

“I trust your judgment,” you say quietly, and then Changbin puts on the condom.

If you thought he was great with his fingers, you think he’s perfect with his cock. There’s no stinging because of the amount of attention Changbin has already given your heat, so he slides right in on the first try. He grunts when that happens, closing his eyes for a second. You think that's the hottest thing you've seen—this big manly guy on top of you with a face scrunched in pleasure because he got to feel you around him. “Okay?” he mutters through gritted teeth.

You hum in response, giving him a slight nod before you take a deep breath. “Feels good.”

“What?” Changbin asks before he slides his cock out and then eases it into you again, clearly trying to get your walls used to his girth so he can start moving freely. Thoughtful, just like you thought he’d be.

“You in me,” you respond with a grin.

For a second, everything stops as Changbin looks at you, his expression softening. Like he remembers what he is here for, he nods and starts moving a bit faster, using his knees as support, elbows on each side of your shoulders, planted firmly on the bed. “Good, that’s how it should feel.”

“How does it feel for you?” You’re not sure why you’re asking this question—you never do. He’s a guy, he has his cock in you, you’re guessing he feels just fine, but something in you has to know. Maybe you’ve realized you enjoy hearing Changbin’s compliments.

“It’s warm,” he notes and shoves his dick into you all the way, this time a bit harder. Then, he pulls out. “It’s tight.” With that, you get another hard slam, which causes your legs to fall open. “It’s wet. What do you think I feel?”

“Had to check,” you hiss the words, feeling your breathing getting faster the faster he moves his hips. He's just rocking them back and forth at this point, and you already feel so full.

“You don't have to do anything today,” Changbin explains with a smile, “just enjoy it.”

You focus on doing that while he fucks you, so you end up kissing him, cupping his face, tugging at his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist while he shoves his cock into you sharply, in a way that makes you moan with each thrust. “You're so good at this,” you compliment him again, and Changbin responds by pushing you further into the mattress and easing his tongue into your mouth while his hips keep bucking into yours.

You're dripping wet at this point and you're sure you got it all over him too, but he's to blame. Changbin is the one who is doing everything right, who moves so quickly, who hits all the right spots, who smells and tastes so good you never want him to stop, even if you already feel like you'll be sore tomorrow.

As if he suddenly remembers what you two are doing, Changbin sneaks a hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit, but you stop him by hissing. “Please, I can't,” you mumble, lips practically touching. “Too sensitive, I can't—”

“Thought you wanted me to make you come like this, too,” he hums questioningly but moves his hand away from your clit right away.

“I talk too much when I'm horny,” you explain with a chuckle, which makes Changbin laugh. You really did think you could take another orgasm, that you could go all night, but your body is saying no. 

“Want me to stop?” Changbin suggests with a slight tremble in his voice, and you realize he doesn't want it to end. He didn’t come yet, so that comes as no surprise.

“No. I want you to come,” you say, cupping his cheeks again.

“Can you make me?” he asks with a cocked-up eyebrow, and you gulp, wondering how exactly he wants you to do that. You’re sure Changbin has a lot of sex, so who knows what type of thing he’s used to? More importantly, can you do it for him?

“How?”

“Clench hard,” Changbin instructs slowly, through a whisper. You do as asked, and his cock almost falls out of your hole because the pressure practically pushes it out. “Good girl. Now, unclench and move your hips toward me.”

You do as asked again and let his cock enter you fully again. Even if it seems like a simple movement, it's a lot of work and your core is aching, but Changbin’s soft moans make it all worth it. So this is what he likes—being in someone, and that someone pleasuring him this way.

“Like that?” you ask after you do it three or four times, wanting to be sure you’re doing a good job.

“Go as slow or hard as you want,” Changbin chirps, resting his sweaty forehead against yours, groaning quietly. “It's perfect either way.”

Even though he said both ways work, you decide to go faster and make him come that way, wanting to make him feel as good as he's made you feel. So you start moving faster, clenching harder, moaning with each move you make, and that gets Changbin to make the sweetest sounds as his forehead rests on the bed next to you, mouth right next to your ear. “Just like that, fuck! Feel so tight… Wet… Fuck, keep going, yes—”

You make him come not long after, and thankfully, Changbin doesn't move away from your body. You feel comforted by the weight of his body on yours, by the heat he provides, by the kisses he's planting on the side of your face. After a while, Changbin realizes he’s still on top of you, so he pushes himself off and lies on his back, breathing heavily. “Sorry, it was comfortable.”

“It-it really was,” you agree, reaching out to hold his hand that’s resting on the bed between your bodies. You’re not sure why you do it, but it’s too late to turn back. Thankfully, Changbin intertwines his fingers with yours without a word. Maybe words are unnecessary right now. You both seem to be on the same page anyway.

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