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Curly Hair Routine with Changbin

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Teaching Changbin how to take care of his curls. based off this post/request!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1k (how did i do this.. i thought it was like 500)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: none really :3 just fluff and mentioned that reader has longish, curly hair

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: i saw a few moots repost that prompt and i have curly hair (like 3A/3B?) that i've been learning to take care of the last few years so :3 thought this was cyuuute!!! also probably gonna write chris' later today/tomorrow! (my insomnia came back so.. we'll see when it gets done LMFAO)

@chaeryred (also @httpdwaekki cause hehe) i hope you guys like it >< thought it came off a little messy but i still think its pretty cute

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"YAH! IT'S TOO COLD"

"SIT STILL! I JUST HAVE TO WASH IT OUT-"

"NO!!!! MOM!!! HEEEEEEELP-"

After wrestling your boyfriend like a cat taking a bath, you managed to wash the rest of the conditioner out of his hair and wrap his head up in a towel. You sent him to sit on the floor in the living room while you went to grab all your products from your bedroom. Once you returned, you were met with the biggest pout you've ever seen mixed with the nastiest side eye known to man. His head is almost completely wrapped up in a towel, minus the big circle where part of his face peeks out, and his arms are crossed sassily.

You couldn't help but smile and chuckle, shaking your head as you dropped the products and tools on the couch. You sit directly behind him, putting your legs on either side of his shoulders and leaning him into you. He shivers and your heart pangs a little, but you lean forward and wrap your arms around him and rub them soothingly. A quiet 'hmph!' comes from him and you laugh again.

"I'm sorry, baby. You said you wanted to do my hair routine just like me. And I always end it off with rinsing with cold water." Your fingers sneak into the hole in the towel and pull it back some, exposing his cheeks more as well as some of his wet hair. He makes the angry noise again and throws a small fit, turning away from you and tugging the towel back to its previous position in defiance.

You peck his cheek a few times and combine it with a mumbled apology. A small smile forms on his face and you start ruffing the towel, rubbing your hands back and forth and using it to poke fun at him while also starting to dry his hair off. Giggles erupt from the both of you as he drops the tough act and reacts to the ticklish feeling, his distinct giggle ringing through your ears in the best way possible.

Once you both have calmed down, and he's no longer feigning distress, you start to gently dry his hair. "I brought a mirror too."His hair is fully dry and you grab your brush before realizing that Changbin's eyes have been glued to the show on TV. This was supposed to be a learning experience so you wanted him to watch, but it was also endearing to see him trust you so blindly that he resorts to iPad-baby tendencies.

"Are you gonna watch me do it so you can learn, or was this just an excuse for you to get pampered?" You tease, tilting his head back gently so he can look you in the eyes. He smiles apologetically and reaches for the mirror, "Sorry, Bunny. Got a little distracted hehe. I am your apprentice tonight! Teach away, Jagi." You smile widely and lean down again to place a kiss on his lips. One he reciprocates it before fixing his posture and placing the mirror in position.

He then lowers the television down and sits there patiently, allowing you to take him through the steps and using the mirror to peek at what your hands are doing. You start it off by showing him the products and explaining what they do and then tell him how you're supposed to use them, using a strand of his hair as an example.

Each step doesn't take long, thanks to the fact that he memorized the first few steps of your routine; the brushing and cream application. What you did explain was the styling techniques. He could have just left it as is and not done anything, or he could do what you do and finger-coil each strand.

He had seen how you slaved over your hair for over an hour each time you finger-coiled it and was dreading his experience to be similar to that. But thanks to how short his hair was compared to yours, it was a cakewalk. However, when he tried to coil one strand himself, his fingers did manage to get tangled in each other a few times... but you have to experience something to really learn from it! And the texture of the gel you used seemed to drive him crazy, but he got used to it eventually.

Then it was onto drying! You had brought out the diffuser attachment- or.. what Changbin called the "claws of death," for your hair dryer. He had seen you use it countless times before, but it looked like a jumbled mess of things from the outside and he never knew if there was a technique to it or if it was just random movements.

After teaching him the tips and tricks you used for extra volume and just how to diffuse his hair in general on a small section of his hair, you watched proudly as he dried the rest of his hair on his own with little to no problems. You did a dramatic reveal, wiggling your fingers and adding a "Tada~" when he looked into the mirror for the final time.

He stared for a while, eyes tracing the unfamiliar, defined curls on his head. They were pretty, and you have literally never seen his hair like that before. But what really made it worth it was his reaction. A big smile grew on his face and he turned to you, crawling up the couch to give you a big kiss. "Thank you, Bunny."

"Of course, baby. You look good like this." You smiled and admired your handiwork for a while until you remembered that today was supposed to be your wash day in the first place.

"Okay!! Time for me to wash my hair now." You peck him on the lips and playfully shove him onto the couch, running away after. The pitter-patter of his steps chases after you and he wraps his hands around you once the water is turned back on.

"Wait. I want to do it!" He smiles widely despite the unsure face you make. But he's your Binnie, so it's kind of hard not to cave in. You agree and resume the same position he had earlier, sitting on the tile with your neck resting on the edge and your head hovering over the big bowl of the tub. He steals another kiss before gathering your hair products and directing the water to your head.

"Don't worry, Bunny. I'm a professional at this~"

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ThIs story is amazing 😊

➡️Title : The Missing Soulmate

➡️ Pairing : Idol!skz ot8 & F!reader

➡️ Genre : Romance,Fluff,Poly relationship, Soulmate au

➡️Words count : 1.1k

➡️ Synopsis : Y/n never believe in soulmate terms but when she reach 18 years old, she have soulmate mark. Stray kids is the kpop idol group and they are looking for their last piece

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Hi, this my first story in here and i hope you like my story because english not my first language. I don't write smut story because i don't know and let me know if you want to be taglist

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Part 1

Y/n pov

You woke up from your sleep when your alarm ringing and you go to your bathroom for start your day, you came out after 20 minute and start choose your outfit for your college but before that you cover your mark in your arm with make up

Author pov

Y/n never believe in soulmate terms, she think that all only some fantasy story only until one day when she reach 18 years old that she get some mark in her arm and when she ask her mama and her mama explain that is soulmate mark and what more shocking is that she not have only one soulmate but have 8 soulmate. That's why she cover her mark and from that time Y/n start believe in soulmate although she's not fully believe that. Y/n is a beutiful girl and soft girl with long hair and h/c. She also have a very unique eyes color that make her more attractive because her eyes color is blue mixed with purple

Y/n pov

After locking your house, you heading to your college, you stop at some cafe near your college amd order your favorite drink. Your phone ringing in your bag and you look at the ID name. Hana😜. Is what showing at your screen, you pick up the call immediately when your bestfriend is calling you

"Hello, Hana" your answer the call

"Hello, my bestie" Hana reply with very cheerful voice. You chuckle when you hear her voice

" wow, you so energentic this morning. Did someting happen?"you ask her

"yes, someting happen this morning" Hana reply back

" what happen then that make you so happy? did you found your soulmate?" you ask her again with smile in your face.You hear gasp in other line

"How did you know bestie?" Hana ask with shocking voice

"because your behaviour today very different from always and i still remember that you will tell me that you will call me when you found your soulmate and one thing that you never calling me in the morning until we meet each other in college"you can hear that Hana gasp with exitement

" you know me well, Y/n" Hana compliment you

"are you with him?" you ask with curious voice

"nope, but he will meet me this afternoon at our college and i say that i will introduce you to him first" Hana say with excited voices.You giggle when you hear her excited voices

"i can't wait to meet him" you hear hum from Hana

"me either, i can't wait for Jinwoo to meet my bestfriend forever" Hana replied

"Jinwoo? that's your soulmate name?" you chuckle when you Hana let out shy giggle

"yup, that his name" Hana said with dreamy voice.You can't help but let out biggest smile when you know that your bestfriend really happy when she found her soulmate

"hmm... Y/n" Hana say your name with hesitate

"why you sound scared?" you ask her with curious tone.Hana gone to silent for a few seconds before she speak again in other line

"you don't want look for your soulmate? i mean is already been two years after you get your mark" Hana bite her lip when she don't receive a respond from you.You let out sigh

"i'm not ready yet to meet my soulmates,you know that i not only have one soulmate but i have a 8 soulmates" you whisper to Hana

"alright, i hope you will buy food this afternoon" Hana quickly change the topic when she know that you feel uncomfortable speak about this.You know Hana change the topic because of you

"ok, i will buy you food this afternoon.Don't worry" you play along with her.

Author Pov

Y/n and Hana along with they other friends get out of class when bell ringing.You guys walk to cafeteria for eating after few hours in class.Hana suddenly let out squeal and Y/n look at her

"what's wrong?"Y/n ask with raised eyebrow.Hana quickly go to Y/n with her phone in hand

"Jinwoo already here and he's say that he want to meet us" Hana whisper in Y/n ear.Y/n look suprise when she hear that

"right now?" Y/n whisper back. Hana only nod her head and she pulling Y/n arm after saying goodbye to their other friends.From distance Y/n already can see some guy waiting in college entrance and when he see both of them,he's let out a smile.Hana wave at him with enthusiastic and the guy doing the same

"Jinwoo" Hana shout and hug her soulmate,Jinwoo embracing Hana back

"hey babe" Jinwoo answer with loving voice.Y/n look at them with fondness expression,Hana let go the hug and stand beside Y/n

"this is my bff that i talk about to you this morning,her name is Y/n" Hana introduce Y/n to Jinwoo.Jinwoo let his hand out to shake Y/n hand and Y/n shake his hand back

"Hi Y/n, nice to finally meet you.Hana talking about you since this morning" Jinwoo says while glance at Hana,Hana shyly punch Jinwoo arm.Y/n chuckle at Hana behavior

"nice to meet you too,Jinwoo" Y/n smile softly at him

"let's go eat,i'm hungry" Hana link her arm to Jinwoo arm and Y/n arm.Three of them get out of college and go to restaurant near college

Author pov

in the other side some male group sit together in floor and breathing heavily.Hyunjin lay down at floor after their dance practice and Lee Know taking a gulp of water beside Hyunjin

"huh.... i'm tired" Hyunjin let out heavy breathing

"we done for today" Felix say also breathing heavily.Lee Know and I.N keep quit but looking at both of them with fondness in face.Hyunjin suddenly look at his arm and rub his soulmates mark

"i wonder who our last soulmate is and where are they" Hyunjin mumble but the other three hear what his saying

"me too, i hope we found them" I.N says

"no matter what i will found our last soulmate" Felix says with determined tone.Hyunjin and I.N nod they head.Lee Know only hear their conversation without talking anything.Four of them continue doing their things

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To be continue

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Hello, i hope you all enjoy the story and i'm sorry if anything not how you guys expect but i will try my best for doing the story. Tq support my first story and let me know if you wanna be taglist

Teaser for part 2

He and her look at each other eyes and they heart start to beating fast

'who is he?' she says in her heart

'why did my heart beating so fast' he think while he touch his heart

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Body Worship - Seo Changbin

Masterlist

Pairing: Changbin  x reader (afab) 

wc: ~2.7k

Type: Angst, smut, established relationship

Warnings: Insecurities (body image issues), cursing, mention of online bullying & death threats, crying, tons of kissing, love bites/ marking, sensory play (reader is blindfolded), unprotected piv, use of sex toys, prone bone, aftercare. Let me know if I missed any!

a/n: I don’t care who you are, but every single one of you is beautiful! You better believe it or I’ll send Changbin after you, myself! 😤

Enjoy lovelies!

It had been weeks since you showed your face to the public or been out of the house for that matter. All you wanted to do was stay home in your cozy bed and sleep. To say you were insecure was an understatement. Your boyfriend, Changbin, hadn’t really minded your increasing tendencies to stay in bed. He figured you were just catching up on some much needed rest. However, when it was creeping up on the third week of you turning down his date ideas he started to get worried. 

“Bunny, you doing okay today?” 

“I’m fine, Binnie.” You sighed from underneath the pile of blankets. 

Changbin let out a frustrated groan. He knew you weren’t fine, but he couldn’t figure out why. He finally had vacation time and all he wanted to do was spend it with you. Take you out to all your favorite places and maybe make some new adventures. 

You, on the other hand, despised the thought of it. Not because you didn’t want to spend quality time with your beloved boyfriend, but because of what his fans and media might think. You and Changbin had started dating a little over two years ago. At first the relationship was kept a secret with only his group members, close friends, and family knowing of your status. But once you both had felt comfortable you guys decided to make your relationship public. For the most part, it went over well with Stays accepting your presence and news outlets making headlines about you dating the K-pop idol. 

Even though the majority of fans and media welcomed you, there were still toxic fans and tabloids that tried to tear you down. Normally, you wouldn’t let the hate get to you, but some of the things you read in news articles or comments fans made chipped away at your confidence bit by bit. It started off with an unflattering photo caught by paparazzi when you and Changbin were headed to the airport, then the comments began rolling in. 

‘Her face looks so uneven’

‘She dresses like a toddler’

‘Changbin could do so much better’

You wanted to ignore it all. Push all the hate aside and continue with the happiness you found in Changbin. But just when you were getting used to the mild negativity, the death threats came. Some crazy fans had found your personal accounts, threatening you to stay away from their Changbin. There had even been a trending tag on Twitter reading ‘Save Binnie from his scrooge girlfriend.’ 

That was your final straw, the final push that had sent you into recluse mode almost three weeks ago. You started nitpicking your looks and facial features. You became hyper aware of every scar and stretch mark on your body. You would stand in the mirror pinching the chub of your stomach or thighs. Everything made you feel disgusted with yourself and the only way to feel any kind of comfort was to hide away. 

“Come on, you have to talk to me eventually.” Changbin wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Talk about what? There’s nothing wrong…” you lied through your teeth. 

Changbin pulled the duvet from your curled form. You whined trying to grab it back from him. 

“Binnieeee, please just leave me be right now.” 

“Not until you’re honest with me,” he retorted. 

You simply laid there feeling defeated, covering your face with your hands as tears welled at your lash line. He could hear the faint sniffles you were trying to keep quiet. Changbin became increasingly concerned and grabbed your wrists to move them away from your face. 

“Hey, hey baby, why are you crying? Please talk to me. I am begging you.” He was pleading with you. 

“Why are you still with me…?” You averted your eyes, not able to look your boyfriend in the face. 

“What are you talking about? I’m with you because I love you and you make me the happiest man on earth.”

“But I’m nothing more than an ugly fucking scrooge!” You had snapped, tears full on running down your cheeks as you completely turned your face away. 

Bin placed his hands on either side of your cheeks making you look at him. 

“Why are you saying this? Please don’t talk down about yourself, it breaks my heart to see you hurting.” 

“Social media and some of your fans have been saying rude things. But now I see that it’s all true.” You mumbled, halfway hoping he wouldn’t hear you, but he did. 

“None of it is true. You have to stop paying attention to those haters.” He said softly as he rubbed your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs. 

“You’re only saying that..” you tried to pull out of his hold but he kept you close.

“Baby, you are the most gorgeous thing to have ever walked this universe. People are always graced by your beauty when you walk into a room. I am beyond lucky to call you mine and I’ll personally fight anyone who thinks otherwise.” He declared to you.

“So you don’t think I look like the scrooge?” You sniffled.

He chuckled while shaking his head, “course not. You are my beautiful babes.” 

“I- I don’t believe it. I’m sorry.. I just feel so ugly and unworthy of you.” You sobbed again.

Changbin pulled you in close placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting off the bed. “Guess I’ll just have to prove it to you. Make you believe it.” He simply stated while walking around the shared bedroom gathering a few items and even lighting a couple of candles. 

For a minute you were confused. How was he going to achieve a seemingly impossible task? You had your mind made up and there was no changing it. Your insecurities were set in stone. 

After Bin had gathered what he was looking for he kneeled on the bed in front of where you were now sat up. 

“Close your eyes f’ me.” He said calmly.

“Bin, I don’t think-“ you tried to resist.

“That wasn’t a request, bunny.” 

You shut your mouth and followed his command, closing your eyes. You could feel some kind of thick silk being wrapped around your head, making sure you couldn’t see anything. 

“What are you doing?” You inquired.

“Shhh, I’m going to be the one asking questions. Understand?” 

“…yes,” you whispered. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised. Changbin ran his fingers through your hair, landing his palm on the crown of your head massaging just the way you liked it. You began to relax, your previous sobbing and sniffles coming to a stop. He then gripped onto the roots of your hair and maneuvered your head to the side so he had easy access to your neck. 

“Can’t believe you’d talk about yourself - my girl - in such a way. You have a wonderful mind and a beautiful body and I intend to worship all of it. Show you exactly what I see.” He placed a kiss on your neck, sucking and biting the flesh which will surely leave a mark. 

“You’re so pretty, so damn pretty.” He murmured with his lips still pressed under your jaw, moving to another spot to mark. Your breath hitched when you felt his tongue lick up the column of your neck. 

Needless to say, you and Bin hadn’t been the most intimate the last few weeks. So every kiss and every touch he gave you made you feel more sensitive. The way his hands caressed down your waist until he reached the hem of your shirt set your skin on fire. He pulled the clothing over your head and tossed it on the floor. You covered your chest with your arms out of reflex, but he stopped you. 

“Don’t hide this gorgeous body from me, sweetheart. I need to see you. I crave you.” He said in an almost animalistic tone. It sent shivers down your spine. Bin placed his hand between your breasts and lightly pushed you down to lay flat on your back. He then slid his hand to the side to cup and squeeze your right breast. “Such beautiful tits you have,” he leaned down to suck on the left. “So squishy and perfect,” he’d say between sucks and licks to your nipples.

You started letting out airy moans at his ministrations on your chest. Changbin came up to place another kiss on your lips before kissing down your sternum and down your stomach. The motions made you tense as you especially hated your abdomen. He sensed the change in your body language and rubbed your sides spending extra time there. His fingertips hooking into the hem of your sweatpants, pulling them down along with your panties. 

“Binnie.. don’t look please.” You started shaking from anxiety. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s just me. Binnie’s got you, bunny.” He reassured you as he continued his kissing assault on your middle. 

“I especially love your soft tummy. One of my favorite parts of you and the best place to lay my head when we cuddle.” Changbin affirmed. You whined at his declaration, then you felt him go even lower, spreading your legs apart. You wanted to close them so badly but you know he’d just pull them open again. You couldn’t deny that you were dripping with arousal at this point. He landed a kiss on your wet core making you shudder. Then you heard him shuffling for something next to you. You kind of hated not being able to see anything but in a way it made you calmer. 

A few more seconds passed before you felt your boyfriend shift and a cold object was placed directly in your clit. Changbin clicked the device making it come to life. It was your vibrator. The sudden feeling making your body jolt and a whimper escape your lips. You couldn’t see it, but you could practically feel the smirk Bin would most certainly be sporting right now. 

“Now, you don’t get to cum until you admit how beautiful you are. Got it?” He established a rule that he wanted to make sure you understood. 

“Nng I- I can’t!” The vibrations were already drawing you close. 

“Oh you will, bunny.” He said matter of factly.

Changbin kept the little toy in place on your clit as his other hand along with his lips explored every other inch of your body. He chanted how beautiful, gorgeous, and stunning you were like a mantra. You tried to hold your orgasm back as long as you could but he knew you were on the edge by the way your hips bucked. 

“C’mon, say it. Lemme hear ya, honey.” 

Your brain went fuzzy and you just wanted to cum so bad. “M’ pretty! Fuck, s’ pretty!” You called out. 

“Good girl, that’s right baby. Good job,” he praised.

You were panting, trying to catch your breath as he let you calm down from your high. Changbin removed the vibrator from your soaked pussy, tossing it aside. 

Once your boyfriend felt you were ready he maneuvered you so you were laying on your front, facing your body to the foot end of the bed. He then placed a pillow under your lower tummy to make sure you were comfortable. You could feel him situate himself between your legs behind you, his weight slowly pressing onto your back. You felt a light tug to the silk ribbon he had tied around your eyes some time ago. It fell away, allowing you to see again. You blinked a few times to adjust to the lighting. When your eyes focused you could see he had moved you so you could see yourself in the mirror that was placed at the opposite side of the room. You immediately hid your face in the mattress, not wanting to bear witness to the reflection in front of you.

“Don’t look away, bun. Wan’ you to see how absolutely ethereal you look when we fuck.” He nipped at your ear before reaching a hand around to the front of you to grab under your jaw and lift your head. In your haste to hideaway you hadn’t noticed that Changbin was naked on top of you. You wondered how you could feel his cock throbbing so clearly on your thigh. 

“Don’t wanna look,” you whined while locking eyes with him through the mirror. 

“But you just have to see what I see when you cum. You look so pretty when you cum, baby.” You knew there was no protesting, so you simply nodded. 

Changbin lifted his hips slightly so he could line his cock up with your entrance that was currently clenching around nothing. He sank into you slowly, allowing you to adjust. Bin’s cock was thick and the stretch always burned deliciously when he first entered. You let out a breathy moan as he started to grind his hips into your core. The sound of skin smacking as he bounced off your ass. 

He could see your eyes glaze over with lust as pleasure overtook you. You kept your gaze on the mirror as your boyfriend fucked into you mercilessly from behind. “Yeah, that’s it, babe. So fucking gorgeous, my girl- ah,” he landed a harsh slap to your rear making the skin ripple. You let out a squeak between the string of moans falling from your lips. 

Binnie leaned down placing kisses on your back and shoulders, occasionally biting to leave his mark. He’d look up every few thrusts to make sure you were still watching yourself and at one point he saw the position of your eyes shift. You had siren eyes and your moans became more throaty, indicating to him that you were definitely into it. Into checking yourself out which is exactly what he wanted. 

Suddenly, Changbin reached around to grip your neck and pull you up against his chest. Making you both kneel while his other arm wrapped across your waist. His cock reached deeper this way and hit that spot that drove you wild. The knot in your core threatened to snap with every harsh pump of his dick. 

“M’ gonna cum! B-bin please!” You screamed while looking up at the ceiling, your vision becoming blurry. 

Changbin redirected your gaze to the mirror again as he felt your body spasming from your release. 

“Mm fuck look how gorgeous y’ look cummin’ on my cock like that,” he said between grunts as his own high washed over him. His seed spurting into you in waves. 

“So.. gorgeous,” you repeated as your orgasm finished wracking your body. You couldn’t help but watch how your body glowed after your second release of the night. A thin sheen of sweat adorning your body, almost looking like you were sparkling. You looked positively hot, maybe you could see in yourself what your boyfriend saw. 

You both stayed like that for a while, connected and calming down from the mind blowing sex. Changbin pulled out after a few more minutes then went to the bathroom to run a hot bath for the both of you. You laid on the bed feeling uncomfortably sticky from the sweat drying. Before you knew it your boyfriend had returned and picked you up bridal style in his strong arms and carried you to the bath. You giggled and kicked your feet at his display of strength. 

“Binnie! I can walk by myself ya know?” 

“I just fucked you senseless and you think you’d be able to walk straight?” He chuckled.

You huffed in response as he gently lowered you into the water. The warmth encapsulating your body. Changbin stepped in to sit behind you and pulled you back so you were laying on his broad chest. He kissed the side of your head and whispered sweet nothings in your ear while lightly tracing the love bites that were bruising on your skin. 

Somehow the marks made you feel even more confident. They were symbols of your loving boyfriend and that in itself was beautiful to you. 

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¸*˳·˖ৎ୭ good loving changbin x f!reader

summary: out of the 90 odd playlists on changbin's spotify, jisung picks what might be the one playlist that isn't meant to be played in a car with him and chan – changbin and your sex playlist

word count: 2.6k words

author's note: this was originally for something else that has now fallen through, so I might as well post it for you all to enjoy <3 thank you to ems and a certain someone else for reading it first and gassing me up. also can you believe this is my first time writing a standalone for my main man? unbelievable

warnings: unfocused (bricked up) driving; many memories of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); oral (m&f receiving); breeding kink; blindfolds and sensory deprivation; the tiniest bit of side minsung bc it's me

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♫ frank ocean - novacane ♫ doja cat - agora hills ♫ the weeknd - the party & the after-party ♫ plaza - all mine ♫ madeintyo - hunniddolla ♫ partynextdoor - wus good / curious

The last notes of a TigerJK track blast through the car, but before the song even fully ends, Jisung sighs dramatically and rips the USB cable from his phone.

“Okay, I’m officially bored with my music,” he announces with a pointed sigh

Changbin scoffs from the driver’s seat, the sound of the indicator clicking through the air as he makes a right turn.

“Only took you – what? 3 hours?” he teases. Jisung flicks his shoulder with a pout. Chan next to you, who’d been so quiet for the last hour that you thought he was asleep, chuckles quietly and pops one eye open, giving you a look that says ‘here they go again’.

“You said you didn’t mind! I offered to leave the aux to you, and you said I should put the music on!”

Changbin reaches over from where his arm is resting on the middle console and absentmindedly pats Jisung’s arm.

“I’m just teasing you, Sung, I like your music,” he chuckles, but Jisung’s pout doesn’t budge.

“No, no, you know what, let’s put your music on then,” he exclaims pettily and grabs Changbin’s phone from between them. “We have like an hour left, and I wouldn’t want to keep bothering you with my music.”

Changbin’s strong shoulders, the only thing you can see from your seat behind him, a peek of them visible between the back- and headrest of the driver’s seat, rise, and fall in an easy shrug. But despite your limited view of him, you still stare because you’re atrociously down bad for your boyfriend, yes, but also because his thin, black, figure-hugging sweater is ridiculously distracting, especially when you know what it feels like under your fingertips.

“Go ahead, Jisung-ah, just pick whatever.”

His voice is soft, and you know his eyes are equally so, and you wish you could see them. But you’d have to crane your whole body to the left if you wanted to do as much as catch his eyes in the rearview mirror. So you count your losses and let your eyes trail back out the window, watching the highway and the fields beyond pass you by while Jisung quietly scrolls through Changbin’s Spotify.

You’re on the way to the mountains, to Changbin’s family’s cabin in the woods. They usually rented it out as an airbnb, but had offered it to Changbin and his friends for a little fall break getaway, which you had gladly accepted. You’re in the car with Chan, Changbin and Jisung, but the others are also on the way, Felix, Jeongin and Hyunjin in one car, bringing copious amounts of snacks and food, and Seungmin and Minho in the last, and most likely quietest car, bringing what is probably a ridiculous amount of booze.

“You have so many playlists, Changbin-hyung,” Jisung whines, kicking his feet restlessly into the carpet.

“Just pick one that looks good,” Changbin retorts, “we pretty much listen to the same stuff anyways, I don’t know why you’re insisting on using mine.”

Jisung scoffs.

“I will not let you tease me later about me bothering you with my music for four hours,” he pouts, and this time you can’t help but giggle. He must know that he will get teased anyways. “Plus, I wanna find some new stuff to listen to.”

He scrolls for 10 more seconds before he shrugs.

“Okay, fuck it, let’s just do this one, this looks chill.”

He presses play and your body reacts immediately, before your brain can even catch up, heat dripping down your spine and into your abdomen. No, he couldn’t have …

“Which one is that …?” Changbin asks, his voice sounds casual enough to the boys, but not to you, attuned as you are to even the slightest crack in his facade.

Jisung obliviously checks Changbin’s phone again.

“It doesn’t have a title. Just the explosion emoji,” he shrugs and goes back to looking out the window, his head bopping to the music, completely oblivious to what he just did.

Of the 90 odd playlists on Changbin’s Spotify, Jisung had somehow managed to pick your and Changbin’s fucking sex playlist.

Frank Ocean’s voice floats through the car, and you see Changbin’s fingers flex on the steering wheel. You rack your brain for a reason to ask Jisung to change playlists, but the heat coiling between your legs is too addicting, making your head a little fuzzy already. And so neither you nor Changbin say anything as the song nears its end and when the tinny sample of Agora Hills starts playing, it doesn’t even take you by surprise. No, all it does is remind you of a few nights ago, of the same voice greeting you as you walked out of the bathroom wrapped in your towel, Changbin waiting for you, lounging on the bed wearing a tight black t-shirt and a devilish grin on his handsome face.

He’d gotten up and sauntered over to you, ignoring your raised eyebrow, thick arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you so close you could smell the cologne on his skin. He’d pushed you against the wall and kissed you with such eager lips, warm hands slithering over your damp skin, hot tongue licking the stray water droplets off your shoulders before ripping the towel from your body and sinking to his knees. He’d given you your first orgasm right there, against the bedroom wall with your thigh over his shoulder, and the second one on the bed, hands laced with yours as he fucked his tongue into you.

The memory vibrates through your body, and it’s like you can feel his soft fingertips on your skin, can feel his hot breath on your lips, the rumble of his groan against your clit. Arousal already pools deep in your gut when the song changes.

But this one, is even worse, the Weeknd’s voice calm and balmy in your ears and taking you back to a few months ago, a random weekend off for Changbin, when he’d suggested the blindfold for the first time. Said blindfold has become a regular part of your sex life now, but you still remember everything from that first night, the intensity of it all, of every one of Changbin’s touches, of the nerves jittering through your body, of the otherworldly feeling of the orgasm he pulled from you with his fingers, of the wet tears staining the black silk as you begged for him to take it off so you could look at him as you fell apart – the look on his face when he did, the way his thumbs wiped your tears away as he kissed you, forehead’s touching as you fell apart almost at the same time.

Distantly, you can hear Jisung ask Changbin about the cabin, the rooms, where the nearest supermarket is, but you can’t find it in yourself to focus. Chan next to you, thankfully, still has his eyes closed, his arms crossed over his chest that’s rising and falling gently.

For a second, you wonder if Changbin knows. If the edge to his voice is real, or if it’s all in your head. But then a muscle in his neck jumps when the song changes, and you know he knows, know he feels it, too.

Your pussy throbs when the bass drum of the next song hits, the smell of your laundry detergent wafting off your clothes only serving to drive you a little more insane, intensifying the memory of your face buried into the freshly washed duvet of the foot end of the bed, sucking in greedy lungfuls of air through your open, drooling mouth, on the night Changbin had fucked you raw for the first time. When you slightly shift in your seat you have to bite back a moan, your pussy so sensitive, your whole body floating somewhere on the edge of reality where you can feel the memory of Changbin’s nails digging into the skin of your hips, of his plush pink lips dragging wetly against the shell of your ear as he gasped strings of praises into your ear before he filled you up, so hot and sticky and perfect and addicting.

You lift your hand with no involvement of your brain, burning with the need to establish some kind of grounding contact with the love of your life in the front seat before you lose your goddamn mind.

Changbin nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your fingers tracing the swell of his tense muscles, and his vision blurs for a moment when your fingernails drag down his skin. He doesn’t know if this is better or worse because the feeling of finally being able to feel you, instead of having to contend with the dull ache of knowing you’re behind him with no chance to even see you, makes him a little bit dizzy.

He’s rock fucking hard and weeping into his boxers, has been since the first notes of Jisung’s ill-fated pick rung through the car, and he thanks whatever fucking deity gave him the idea of wearing jeans today because if he was wearing sweats, there is no way Jisung wouldn’t have caught on. But instead, all Jisung does is babble on and on about the week, about whether there might be some early snow, about who he should room with, about how he had always wanted to try chopping wood, though he wonders if he’ll be strong enough to do it.

And Changbin truly tries his best to make all the appropriate noises, say all the right things and focus on the road at the same time, though that is so, so hard when the song that’s playing now was the one reverberating through the walls of the bathroom of a club he doesn’t remember the name of while you were on your knees, skirt flaring over your soft thighs, your eyes so big and watery and pretty as you took his cock down your throat.

It’s torture, the way he can still feel your nails digging into his thighs, the music throbbing through the wall and into his spine, the way he feels the phantom of your throat constricting around his cock.

“He wouldn’t, right?” Jisung says through the horny fog in Changbin’s brain, and Changbin has to blink a few times before he can reply.

“No, Minho would never pick Seungmin over you,” he says dutifully, but all he can focus on is the memory of the tears dripping down your glittered cheeks, the lipstick smeared around the base of his cock.

He casts a glance at Google Maps and the indicator that there are only 13 minutes left would be a relief, but that’s almost 4 more songs, and he knows which one’s next because it’s the one you don’t always get to, the one you only still get to hear when it’s 3am and his whole body is folded over you, your sweet gasps and whines and slick sounds filling the room, as he fucks his release back into you, filthy and hot and wet. It’s usually at this point that his brain to mouth filter has melted away, and he starts slurring his words when he tells you he wants to marry you, wants to put a baby or five in you and raise them and grow old together. And it’s always bittersweet because at this point, with you whimpering, promising you’re his, his orgasm racks through him dry, no more cum left to fill you up with.

His cock twitches and he has to stop himself from grimacing when a thick stream of pre-cum leaks into his boxers.

Are you as affected as he is? It kills him, the fact that he can’t even see you, the only thing he can see in his rearview mirror, apart from the road, is a sleeping Chan. He wonders how you’re doing, if your body is on fire like his, if you’re squirming in your seat trying to get friction, if you’re wet in your …

He has to actively stop himself because if he thinks about your pretty, creamy little pussy now he might actually cum untouched. Oh, but he wonders, wonders if you’ve been turned on for long enough that it does the maddening, hot throb it sometimes does. Wonders if you’ll cum quickly when he’s finally buried in you, squeezing around him so hard he sees stars as he fucks you through it and towards your second …

“Wow!” Jisung exclaims, and Changbin nearly swerves straight into a tree. Wait, a tree?

When he blinks back into focus he realises they’re rolling up to the cabin, his cabin, a silver car parked in front of it, Minho waving to them with one gloved hand before he goes back to unloading beer.

“Ha, I knew we wouldn’t be last. Hyunjin’s on dish duty tonight, just like I told him he would.”

Jisung jumps out of his seat as soon as Changbin kills the motor, already skipping down the drive and yelling about dishes and a bet to Minho. Chan yawns behind him.

“Thanks for driving, man,” he mumbles, slapping a hand on Changbin’s shoulder, and Changbin forces himself to give him a smile. He wonders if his face is as hot as it feels.

When Chan throws the car door shut behind him, Changbin finally dares to throw a discreet look down.

Oh, he’s definitely hard, and he has no idea how Jisung didn’t notice because it is … obvious. No wet spot, thankfully, even though his boxers are sticky with his pre-cum, but his cock, right there, hard and pulsing and straining against the zipper. Straining so hard, as a matter of fact, that he has to bite back a hiss as he climbs out of the car.

But then the back door of the car opens and you get out. Changbin’s cock kicks valiantly, heart squeezing in his chest when he finally lays eyes on you because you’re … you’re you, always like straight out of his best wet dreams, but god, he loves you like this, legs deliciously shaky, chest rising and falling rapidly, burning hot blush on your pretty face.

The look in your eyes is nothing short of feral, all blown pupils and eyelids heavy with arousal, the last remnants of his reason fly out the window. He swallows and chuckles drily, gaze not budging from yours as he slowly reaches out his hand and drags you closer, until your bodies are pressed together. The proximity, your hot breath against his face, he wants to eat you whole. He blinks down at you slowly.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

“Then we better hurry,” you say and Changbin leans down, winding one arm around your waist, using the other to swoop you up into his arms, before carrying you into the house, past Minho and Jisung and Chan without so much as a hello, and kicks the door of the first bedroom he finds shut behind him.

Minho blinks after you stupidly and gives Jisung a look.

“What’s gotten into them?” he asks incredulously. Jisung grins, but his cheeks are a fiery red.

“I’m pretty sure I accidentally put on their sex playlist in the car.”

Minho’s eyebrows shoot up and Chan chokes on air.

“Jisung!” he scolds, but Jisung just giggles giddily.

“In my defence, I didn’t notice until like 4 songs in when I saw Changbin bricked up and clutching the steering wheel for dear life.”

Minho smirks at him, and Jisung blushes even deeper.

“Jesus Christ,” Seungmin suddenly yells behind them, and they turn to see him hurrying out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him, “didn’t they arrive like literally 2 minutes ago, how are they already fucking?!”

Chan groans, running an exasperated hand down his face. Minho is still staring at Jisung, dark eyes watching him as he shrugs nonchalantly.

“It was a good playlist.”

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What happens when SKZ discovers you watching The L Word?

{ Pairing } - BF!OT8 (Individual) x bisexual.afab!reader Hyung Line | Maknae Line (coming soon)

{ Synopsis } - A scenario in which each member finds you watching the L word, an old american lesbian drama. They've never seen it before, how will they react?

{ Genre } - established relationship, crack, drabble? imagine? idk what to call it

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, crack, queer/lesbian relationships mentioned, fxf intercourse mentioned, oral (f. rec.), unprotected sex (piv), transgender character mentioned, discussion of transphobia within the tv show mentioned, threesome mentioned, pregnancy within the show mentioned, infidelity mentioned, a lot of different things are mentioned & I'm probably forgetting some tags lol, bang chan comes across as insecure and it's only because of the annoying ass character in the show i promise, binnie is just a hornball but we love it, lee know is probably the most logical, hyunjin would 100% binge the entire show on his own probably and for the plot too

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - I honestly have no explanation other than, I kept thinking about how each member would react in general to this show. I've been rewatching the L word, it holds a very conflicting and controversial place in my heart lol. Those who've seen it will understand. ALSO. I hope no one takes this as me trying to say SKZ would fetishize queer people. They absolutely would not!!! The show really is lowkey soft porn. Like, every. single. episode. As a queer woman myself, (and this is tmi so I'm sorrryyyyy), there's been many times where me and partners (both men & women) just get turned on from it and get distracted if you know what I mean. So for some of them I guess I pulled personal inspo? I'm hoping this reaches the right audience, because I had a blast imagining these haha.

I hope someone enjoys this very niche piece of work lol ♡

Bangchan -

He was happy to be walking through your door. After the long schedule he had over the past few days, he looked forward to nothing more than being cuddled up and lazy with you all night. He slid his shoes off, and was about to call out for you, when a sound caught his attention. A loud moan coming from your room, with music in the background. And it didn't sound like you.

Curious, he padded his way down the hall. Were you watching porn? Your bedroom door was open. You were laying in bed, on your stomach, and yeah. On your laptop screen were two women, one laying down on her back making obnoxious groaning noises and writhing on the bed as if she were in pain. The other woman was in between her legs, eating her out. The song playing in the background kept repeating, 'everything is perfect now'. He could almost appreciate the song, if it weren't for the fake moaning. He'd never judge you, but, is this what you get off to?

He was stuck flicking his eyes back and forth from the screen, to you, who still hadn't noticed him in the doorway.  You were unphased, watching the scene play out. You were fully clothed, had a blanket thrown over you, and were munching on chips. Okay, so you watch porn for fun maybe? He doesn't know what to think and he doesn't want to interrupt. 

All of a sudden the scene changes, but the song keeps crescendoing. Now there's another couple having sex. This one is sitting up on a couch, head thrown back in pleasure and silent, her jaw hanging open. Her dark skin is glowing with a layer of sweat, and she's got a blonde woman between her legs. 

What the hell is going on? He can't bring himself to look away though. He's too enthralled with what's on the screen now. As different as it was... it was still hot.

The music fades away and now it's back to the annoyingly noisy girl. Her partner climbs up to kiss her and they're talking as the music fades.

The annoying girl says, "Wow, that was amazing. But, of course it was amazing, because you're a girl and..." she trails away as they start to kiss again, "you know how to do that."

Well that got him thinking... he figures it's objective that a girl would be better at it. He started to wonder what you thought. He knows you've been with women before, and he shouldn't compare himself to them. The thought won't leave his head now though.

"Baby?" He mutters.

You whip your head to face him, eyes wide. Then you're jumping out of bed with a smile, to come give him a hug. 

"Hi Channie! I didn't hear you, when did you come home?" You say and wrap your arms around him. 

He's hugging you back, tightly, "What are you watching?"

"Oh, it's called the L word. It's an old tv show from the early 2000's. A lesbian drama." 

He remembers vaguely hearing of the show before, but it's obviously not in his orbit. 

"It's uh- well... it's very-" He's stuttering and he feels his ears turning red.

You give him a devilish smirk, "It's 99% softcore porn, but the plots can be juicy."

He just chuckles at you, "So... do you think it's true what she said? Are women better at head than men?"

"That's the conclusion you drew?" You started laughing, shaking your head, "Don't listen to Molly, I can't stand her character. No, women are not automatically better at it than men. They can be, but men can be too."

"Hmmm... what about the women you've been with? Are they better than the men you've had?"

You eye him curiously now, "Channie where is this coming from?"

"Nowhere. It just got me wondering." He shuffled his feet.

"Well I can safely conclude that you have given me the best head of my life, Mr. Bang." You give him a kiss on the cheek and smile.

He felt his ego inflate, and suddenly, his pants were too constricting, and he was craving tasting you. He pushed you backwards towards the bed and made you sit. Getting on his knees in front of you, he spread your legs and hooked his fingers underneath your waist band.

He looked up at you, "Mmm, maybe we should test it one or two more times... for scientific purposes, yeah? Just so you can be sure."

Lee Know -

He sat next to you, scrolling on his phone. You were watching what you claimed to be one of your favorite tv shows when you were in high school. At first he paid no mind, figuring he'd have little interest. You were always holed up with Jisung and Hyunjin watching k-dramas, and he thought it would be like one of those. He was just glad to be spending quality time with you.

Oh. How wrong he was. 

Not even ten minutes into the episode, and there were already three different story lines going. He didn't catch all of it, but... A seamstress seemed to be inappropriately touching a client, and the client liked it. Really, liked it. Someone named Jenny got kicked out of the house by her husband. There was a lesbian couple expecting a baby, and talking in extreme detail about the more... difficult parts of pregnancy. Now they're all in what looks to be a yoga class, meditating, doing some kind of ritual?

It was unsettling. And it got his attention. 

He attempted to put his focus back on his phone, since he was still lost on it all, but ultimately he failed. He got pulled back into the show, and now he was putting his two cents in.

"Well if those girls are really their friends, why would they make such a big deal about going to a party. I mean, if you were pregnant. I wouldn't want you going to a party on a boat, even if it was with me. Too many things could go wrong." He argued.

He saw how your face flushed at the mention of you being pregnant by him, and he found it cute. 

"Pregnant women are not that fragile, babe. Besides, they didn't mean any harm by it! They just don't want them to forget about their individuality. They want them to have fun before the baby gets here. Once the baby's out, that's it for adult fun for a while." You counter.

"Okay... but isn't this couple the ones who wanted to start a family? The pregnant girl--"

"Tina." You correct him.

"Tina, said it herself, she's nesting. Let her be. They even made comments about how they don't want the two to become boring. Just because they're having a baby, doesn't make them boring. They know their own lifestyle best. The friends don't seem very supportive to me." 

"I mean, I see what you're saying. But I don't know, maybe age comes into play? They're all different ages, I mean Shane is like 23 and Bette is like 33. Their mind sets are different. But they're all, mostly, really good friends to each other." 

He just hums in response, eyes focusing back to his phone once again. He wanted to get back to playing kartrider, but music starts playing on the tv, and his eyes drift back to the screen. This time he's scoffing, this show is so unrealistic.

"You're telling me, you get a bunch of girls on a boat and they all start dancing, making out, getting naked and having sex in a hot tub? I can see why Bette said no."

"It was literally one girl who got naked, the other few were mostly covered by being underwater." You laughed. 

He's laughing at you now, "It wasn't even just her top half either. I saw everything. And they were touching each other. You said this was your favorite show to watch in high school?" 

"Don't judge me," you start to whine, "I had my sapphic awakening in high school! Shane is soooo hot." 

"I never judge, only tease." He reassures you by pulling you into him to cuddle. 

He abandons his phone, interested in finishing the episode of this crazy show with you. 

"Do you want me to restart? We're still on season one, I can go back." You suggest. 

"No, Jagi. I love you, but I don't think I could understand this show if I tried... But I do want to see how this episode ends." 

You just giggle at him, and snuggle up tighter, resting your head on his chest. 

Changbin - 

The room was dark when his eyes blinked open. Not completely though, there was a faint glow from your side of the bed. He looked at the clock on his desk, next to the bed. It reads 1:43 am, what  are you still doing up? He hadn't moved yet, arm still draped over you as you were laying on your side, watching your phone. 

He looked at your phone screen, and saw... three girls making out? You had the volume muted with captions on, he could see why. One girl took the others top off, and exposed breasts were on display now. He noted how you squirmed a bit, rubbing your thighs together as they continued to make out with each other. 

A smirk spread across his face, as he pulled you closer to him, making you jump. You tried to roll over and face him, but he held you in place.

He brought his lips to your ear, "Is this what you're into, bunny?" 

You gasp, "I- It's not... This i-is just-"

"Shhh, my love," and he presses a soft kiss to your neck, and grinds his hardening length against your ass "let me make you feel good, yeah?"

You whimper and nod, and he continues placing kisses on your neck, his hand trailing down to your thigh. You were only wearing your underwear and one of his shirts, so it was easy for him to gain access.

He lifted your leg and pulled your panties to the side, brushing his fingers through your folds. You were so wet already from watching those girls. He grew painfully hard thinking about that. You two loved to experiment in bed, and he knew you were into women too. But threesomes? Fuck, he could lose his mind at the idea.

His fingers were working you now, usually he'd take his time. Worship you slowly, but tonight he was desperately horny, and he was aching to be inside you. 

"Binnie," You moaned, "Please... need you, now..."

He was feral now. All sense gone, the only thing on his mind was the heat between your legs. He gripped the base of his cock, and lined himself up before slowly pushing in.

He groaned lowly, "You feel so good... fuck."

His first few pumps were slow and deep, and you were whimpering for him.

"Faster... please." You whined. 

And he had flipped you on your back now, legs thrown over his shoulders, and was thrusting into you at a near unbearable pace. The sex was erratic and rushed. His hips snapping into you, as your lips locked to each other, teeth clashing, chasing the high. It was only when you clenched around him, reaching your peak, that his hips stuttered with his own release. 

After he got you both cleaned up, he laid in bed and pulled you into him, with your head resting on his chest. 

He broke the comfortable silence, "Princess, why didn't you tell me that's the kind of porn you're into. I've asked you what you've watched before and you never told me."

"I wasn't watching porn." You said laughing. 

"Oh? Could've fooled me."

"I'm serious! It was a tv show I've been rewatching... but, I mean I'm not against the idea." 

"Of a threesome?" He asked excitedly.

"As long as it's another girl..." You say shyly. 

"Bunny... you're going to get me hard all over again."

Hyunjin -

While he had been preparing lunch in the kitchen, you decided to continue your show you've seen a million times. You never get tired of watching it again. You left off right when Carmen's family arrived in Canada for her wedding, courtesy of Helena.

"Shit." Your boyfriend mumbled, and you glanced back to see him taking the pot off the stove.

He'd been paying so much attention to the screen, the Ramyeon started to boil over. You giggled, and got up to help him. The meal was thankfully salvageable, and you filled two bowls of it. He added the toppings to each, and your lunch was done.

When you both sat down, bowls in hand, the next scene was already playing out. 

Jenny and Max. 

"Ugh, I always hated them as a couple. Max could do so much better." You muttered.

He just hummed in response, unsure of what was going on really, and stuffed another bite in his mouth. 

You watched as Jenny and Claude started their conversation. You had to admit they were two extremely beautiful women. They'd definitely make an attractive couple, but they're both just so toxic. 

Your dramatic boyfriend suddenly gasped, "They're flirting."

"Mhmmm." 

"But isn't that girl with the guy? Max?" He argued.

"Yep. Jenny has always been kind of a piece of crap partner. And sometimes a piece of crap friend." 

The scene continued, and soon you saw the two girls laying in bed naked and discussing literature. Food and wine glasses scattered around them. 

"So she's just flat out cheating at this point?" He asks shocked.

"Nothing new really, Jenny has been a cheater in just about every relationship she's had." 

His suspicions are just doubly confirmed when the two girls start making out. Between puffs of cigarette smoke and broken french sentences, their lips continuously meet. It's passionate and sensual, and you always appreciated the beauty of certain sex scenes in this show. 

It did NOT change the fact that Jenny will always disgust you with her unfaithful actions.

You glance over at him, seeing his chopsticks pressed to his bottom lip, his eyes are glued to the screen still. The two girls are pouring champagne in each other's mouths, making out still as it trickles out of the corners of their lips, down their necks to their chest. 

Claude is dribbling some of it on Jenny's nipples, and Jenny is telling her to lick it off of her like a cat. 

"Jeesh." He says, when Claude does just that.

You let out a belly laugh, "Yeah I don't know how they did some of these scenes, it all seems too realistic sometimes."

"No, I'm just still shocked that she's cheating right now. He clearly would have seen them talking at the ski resort, and leaving together. He's going to know what's up. She should've just broken up with him." 

"Jenny likes to complicate everything in her life. She lives for the drama." 

"Jenny seems to be a narcissistic, deceitful, and adulterous woman." He mumbled. 

He's hooked on everything happening in this show. He was one step ahead of each scene, too. Picking up on the characters dynamics easily. He even called that Shane was going to leave Carmen at the altar, when Shane caught her dad having an affair. 

"She doesn't have to be like her father! Commitment issues aren't passed down by your parents or written into your dna." He whined. 

"I know! But her trauma runs deep, it's no excuse though. Shane has her own problems to work out and heal from. I think right now, it's easier for her to play into the 'it's just who I am' card too. Just like dear old dad."

As the episode ended, on at least three major cliffhangers, he turned to you with his jaw dropped. 

"You're telling me in the last ten minutes of this episode, we're experiencing; a baby being kidnapped by her other mother, Jenny being a transphobic piece of shit WHILE cheating in front of Max, and an heiress being cut off financially by her mother, while her mother is having a lesbian awakening?!" He rushes out in one breath, "On top of not knowing where Shane went? And Shane's dad essentially stole ten thousand dollars?!" 

"I haven't even told you about Lara and Alice's back story. Dana's story will break your heart." You chuckled. 

He just deadpanned you, "Alright, we need to start this over from the top. I'm talking about season one, episode one."

He started making himself comfy on the couch, cuddling up to you and tossing the throw blanket over you two. 

"Are you sure...? This show can get so cringey. Especially in the beginning seasons."

"I'm 1000% sure. It's strangely addicting." 

You just laughed at that, and  snuggled up to him, ready to binge watch this crazy show with the love of your life.

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♡ You Tell Stray Kids You Hate Your Stretch Marks... ♡

♡ This is a request from another anon that I'm excited as always to write! ♡

Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!skz x plus size!fem!reader

Genre: sorta fluffy, sorta smutty

Warnings: i love to cuss my ass off, mentions of fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, jeongin being a lil bitey

♡ Bang Chan ♡

Pulls you down onto his lap when you try to flee the scene after saying it because you aren't getting away that easily

Asks you more about your feelings and listens patiently while you answer

Waits until you're done to tell you how painfully untrue your negative thoughts are

Thinks your stretch marks are beautiful and slips your dress up to kiss every single one of them, tongue and all

Gets so caught up in how hot it is tasting you on his tongue that he's too horny function and ends up fucking you in his lap

♡ Lee Know ♡

Thinks you're super smart but can't believe you'd say something so stupid right now

Catches you off guard by throwing you over his knee and spanking you for talking about his girlfriend like that

Makes you promise never to speak of yourself that way again

Spanks you playfully at first but gets more sensual, massaging your soft ass

Fingers you in this position until you're coming, dripping down his fingers, too out of it to even think about your insecurities

♡ Jisung ♡

Follows you around the apartment for the rest of the night telling you how pretty you are

Begs you to put on the cute little tube top and shorts he thinks you look so good in

Can't keep his hands and lips off of you once you do. Even when you're busy cooking dinner

Wraps his arms around you, playing with that adorably squishy part of your belly

Pulls your shorts to the side to fuck you from behind, leaving the food to basically cook itself

♡ Binnie ♡

Shows you all of the pictures he has of you in his phone to make sure you're talking about the right person

Drags you to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror

Proceeds to list his favorite parts of you (all of them) while caressing your curves

Lifts you onto the sink to give you a kiss only to get carried away, ripping your clothes off to grab every part of you that he can

Makes you come on every possible surface he can lift your cute ass onto in the bathroom

♡ Seungmin ♡

Pretends he didn't hear you the first time so that you have to repeat yourself

Talks over you when you do, telling you that you're wrong only to apologize and do it again

Convinces you to come on a late-night ride with him to get ice cream to cheer you up

Nearly crashes the car getting distracted by kissing you

Eats you out in the backseat of his car but wants you to keep trying to eat your ice cream because he's a menace

♡ Hyunjin ♡

Asks you to go into more detail about your feelings but only if you want to

Disappears into his art room and comes out a few minutes later with an arm full of paint bottles

Gets you to agree to let him paint you to show you how beautiful you are

Doesn't let you know until he's all set up that he grabbed body paint. The canvas is your body and he is the brush

Couldn't give a shit if the paint is edible or not. He plans to fill you up and lick everything that comes out

♡ Felix ♡

He’s sincerely concerned that someone he loves so much feels this way about herself

Immediately wants to know if there’s anything he can do to make sure you know that you’re beautiful all of the time 

Runs you a bubble bath with candles around it and hops in with you to take your mind off of things

Cancels his plans for tomorrow so that he can stay up late tonight cuddling you in bed watching a movie

Doesn't watch it because he’s more interested in folding you up like a pretzel to let you feel how deep his admiration (and, honestly, his dick) can go

♡ I.N ♡

Honestly doesn’t get how you can’t see how gorgeous you are. He finds your chubby body sexy and never thought twice about your stretch marks

He struggles a little bit to express his emotions but overcomes it to be there for you

Gives you a few seconds to sit there and sulk before he’s nibbling on your arm, whining for you to snap out of it

After you ignore him, he chooses violence, tickling you and nibbling on you until you’ve laughed so hard your stomach hurts

Once you’re exhausted and out of breath he seizes the opportunity to lick you all over while fingering your warm, wet slit

Mind Break

PAIRINGS: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

GENRE: Mature (smut, 18+)

CONTENT WARNINGS: just pure filth tbh, dubcon elements but it's all for the scene binnie wanted (pretend that they discussed this beforehand), thigh riding, anal fingering (f. rec), piss play, bin cums in reader's ass, bunch of dirty talking, bin calls reader bun/bunny, huge dom/sub dynamics. Let me know if i miss anything!

SYNOPSIS: After your boyfriend's constant teasing that left you sexually frustrated, he decides to play one last game with you: cum on his thigh within 5 minutes, or else you'll never get to cum at all.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k words

TAG LIST: @leyknowsbin, @goblinracha, @ch4nb4ng, @iadorethemskz, @abcdefgiwsmcty, @operation-steal-chans-laptop, @biribarabiribbaem, @chrisbahng

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you still mad at me?" Changbin has you trapped against the wall, his legs slotted in between yours, knee dangerously close to your cunt. "Fuck off, Changbin," is what you only tell him, trying so hard to make it seem like you are nowhere near flustered even though everything is completely the opposite.

Were you really mad at him? No. Not really. Maybe a little bit frustrated. He spent the whole week teasing you and pissing you off, and today, you had a particularly rough time at work, so him cornering you like this wasn't helping.

"Come on, Changbin. I need to shower," you say while you push him away from you, but he was strong, all those years spent in the gym now showing proving itself useful as he barely budges. "Not until you give me a kiss, you don't."

"Changbin, please. I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now."

It was true, you were nowhere near in the mood for his antics right now, but you still can't help but flush at the proximity between you and your boyfriend, especially when he finally presses his leg against your clothed core.

"I promise I'll let you go," he says, nudging against your cunt making your breath hitch against your throat, "but only if you do exactly as I say." He smiles at you, eyes turning into crescents as if he wasn't rubbing your sides sensually with a devious plan brewing up in his head. You'd say no, but Changbin really is stubborn, knowing that if you deny him again, he'll never stop bugging you. So with a groan, you drop your head in defeat, muttering "fine," under your breath.

Your boyfriend beams at that.

"Come on, sweetheart. It will be fun." He uses his fingers to tilt your head back by your chin to make you look at him without much resistance from you, embarrassingly so. Your cheeks heat up from the simple touch, making you almost forget that you were supposed to be mad at him.

Right. You were supposed to be mad at him.

"All you have to do—" you feel him press his knee against your core, making you gasp, "—is to make yourself cum on my leg. Then I'll let you shower."

Oh, ok. That's easy—

"But you have to do it in 5 minutes."

Fuck. That son of a bitch.

"Bin, you know I can't cum that quick—"

"Sure you can."

You can't. And he knows that. He knows what he's doing, and he's definitely doing it on purpose.

"If you can't, then I guess I can play with you just a little bit more."

Yup, he's definitely doing it on purpose.

"Binne, please," you whine. "You know I can't cum that quick, especially when I'm wearing jeans, and—"

Changbin clicks his tongue, and you can tell that his patience is running thin with the way he hastily undoes the button of your jeans before shoving it down to your knees together with your underwear. "Must I do everything myself?" He asks, obviously annoyed. "I'm already giving you a chance to relieve yourself but still you find a way to complain."

He doesn't give you time to respond and just slots his leg between your legs, your cunt now pressing against his thigh, making you gasp.

"Now move for me, pretty thing. Ride my thigh."

"Ch-Changbin, I—" he gives you a stern look, making you shut up almost instantly. So, with a pathetic whine, you grind against his clothed thigh, slowly dragging your cunt over the fabric until it goes damp because of your wetness. You use his arms for support as you continue, trying to find a good rhythym.

The pleasure is there, but dull and weak, the dry drag of your pussy against his thigh was far from giving you the pleasure that can make you cum, and time is already running out.

"Binnie, please, it's not gonna work—" you pout, grinding on him harder to add more pressure against your cunt, but it does nothing to help you.

"Then you gotta try harder, bunny."

You whine in defeat at his words. You are already trying, and you're trying as hard as you can. It's a game you know you can't win, and so you prepare yourself for your defeat, your shoulders slumping as you slow down your movements in both surrender and exhaustion.

"Giving up already, baby?" He asks you, and you nod, looking up at him with tears in your eyes and trembling lips. For a moment, he stays quiet, his features softening a little as concern now graces his features "Color?" he asks you softly this time, breaking character from his scene just to check up on you. Sure, there's nothing he loves more than playing with you like this, but god forbid he ends up pushing you against your own limit and hurting you.

You take a deep breath and compose yourself for a minute, now completely stilling your movements as you hold onto his shoulders to stabilize yourself. "Green, Binnie. I'm green, I'm fine," you reassure him with a breathy giggle, resting your forehead against his sturdy chest while he gives your sides comforting rubs, his gentle touches sending tingles on your skin.

"Good," he says, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "Now where were we?"

---

You've been dating Seo Changbin long enough to get to know him well— long enough to read what mood he's in, long enough to know what his likes and dislikes are, long enough to know the things that keep him up at night, long enough to know what makes him feel better instantly. But there is one thing that you seem to not get a hang of that easily, and that is his duality.

One minute, he's your soft, gentle, caring boyfriend, and then a hot, dominant, and intimidating person the next. It never fails to give you a whiplash at how fast he changes his mood, his aura because how in the hell did he just manage to drag you into your shared bedroom, strip you naked, and have you all tied up in a blink of an eye?

With your hands and feet bound to your body using the blankets, he has your ass up and chest down, completely unable to move your hands and legs as you lay bare and vulnerable before him. Your poor aching cunt is leaking nonstop as he fingers your ass, leaving your pussy completely neglected, clenching in need.

Tears stream down your pretty face as you try to angle your hips even just a bit so that the fingers that aren't in your ass can graze your clit, even just a bit just so you can feel good, but all you get was a spank to your ass cheeks as a warning. "Stay still, bun. Do you really wanna go for another week without cumming?" he asks, his hand that just spanked you now returning to continue jerking himself off with the same pace he's fingering you opening, biting his lower lip to suppress the moan that threatened to slip past his throat at the feeling of your walls clenching around his digits.

"N-no," you reply, staying still just like what he asked for the sake of not being punished again. Maybe if you were good enough for him today, maybe he could change his mind and let you cum.

"Yeah, I know, bun," he teases the head of his cock with his hand, squeezing the tip to gather more precum. "Couldn't last an entire day without cumming, let alone for a week. I don't think a needy bunny like you can last not cumming for another week."

"Yes— yes. C-can't, I can't. Wan-wanna cum, please. I'll be good, I promise! Please, just let me cum, please," you mindlessly beg, drool now spilling past your lips when he adds a third finger in your ass, further spreading and scissoring you open that has you begging for your release.

"You'll be good for me? You promise?" Changbin sounds breathless when he asks you that, and you figured that he might be close. The thought of him being able to cum and you don't makes you cry harder and chant, "Yes, yes! I'll be good, I'll do anything. I'll be your good girl, just please, let me cum!"

You hear him hum as if he's taking your words into his consideration and stops fingering you, resorting to prod around your stretched-out rim, but really, he's just trying to rile you up even more.

"I haven't really pissed in a while, bunny," he says, his fingers now moving again. "And I really need to go soon. I hope you don't mind me using your hole for that."

"Anything, I'd do anything, Binnie. Anything for you," you mindlessly respond, your hands tugging at the restraints a bit. "Just, please, let me cum."

Changbin takes your word for it and strokes himself faster, now groaning at your desperation. "So, so good for me, my bunny. You'd let me do whatever I want with you just so you can cum, huh?" You nod against the sheets, blinking the tears away from your eyes as you writhe under him.

"Whatever you say, bun."

You feel him pull his fingers out, only to be replaced by his cock, the sudden but welcomed intrusion making you scream against the sheets. "Fuck, bunny. Still so tight around me," he says before shallowly thrusting in your hole before he cums without warning, shooting his load and painting your walls.

"Take it, just like that— fuck, baby, clenching around me so fuckin' tight, gonna take my piss in too? Hmm?"

It didn't take long before the warmth of his cum slowly gets mixed with something less sticky, and before you knew it, he was already relieving himself inside of you with an unrestrained moan. "O-oh, oh my God, Bin—" you moan out in realization, feeling his piss just spill inside of you until it was too much for your ass to handle as it starts to seep around his softening cock, down your thighs and legs, and into the sheets bellow.

"That's it, bunny— jesus— just fucking take it in that ass of yours."

He finishes with a twitch of his cock before he slowly pulls out, piss and cum now starting to leak out of you but not before long because he has you stuffed again with a plug that he has stashed near him.

You lay there, out of breath, the stench of both sex and piss fogging your senses as your pussy clenches around nothing. Your boyfriend all but sighs as he rubs the spot on your ass where he last spanked it, admiring the blooming print of his hand on your skin. "Think you can keep my piss and cum for me, bun?" He asks you, and you nod again, too deep into the headspace to even give him a snarky remark about how filthy he's made you.

"That's my good bunny," he says, now undoing the makeshift restraint from your body. "Keep it in for me and I'll give you your reward, yeah? I promise Binnie is gonna make you cum because you've been so good for me today."

Nerdy changbin(changbin with those glasses yk what i mean). Changbin just begging for you to let him dominate you, “just for this one time, please?” Hes pussy drunk now. Repeatedly slamming his cock inside of you. Giving you no time to think. His harsh thrust drives you insane. “F..fuck baby” he said while having his warm hands around your waist. Hes so loud that the whole dorm hall can hear him. Hes moaning and whimpers, asking for you permission to let him cum. Once you finally gave him permission, he hasn’t stopped since then. Watching your belly get full of his cum makes him wanna breed your swollen cunt. The room is so hot and heavy that his glasses are getting foggy. Hes so obsessed with you that he can never get enough.

he follows you around , begging you. "baby , please , just this once." he pleads , you finally agree and he waste no energy , picking you up , taking you to his room.

he's rough , basically manhandling your poor body , putting you into different positions , fucking into you. "fu..fucking hell baby , look at that ass go." he holds your waist , abusing your cunt , grabbing your hands , holding it behind your back , you scream at the new angle he was hitting. "ch..changbin fuck!"

he his loud , grunting and moaning , you're both sure you'll be getting a noise compliant , but the way he's making you feel , you both don't give a fuck , the way you're making each other feel.

"you...you're so big." you moan , your brain fuzzy. "your pussy is taking me so well , squeezing my cock -fuck- im gonna cum , please can i cum inside you." he's begging you to let him breed you.

once he cums inside , it's like his mind goes dumb , instead of pulling out , he fucks his cum back in you , filling you up a few more times , small bulge in your stomach. "to..too much, i can't take any more." he's panting , his glasses all fogged up , as he's emptying another load into your abused pussy.

"just another one baby , just another load , i want to see it leaking out of you."

puppy seungmin or bunny changbinnnnn brainrot pleaseeeeeee asdfghjkl

bunny!changbin would be so so cute :(( his soft fluffy tail and ears, his cute little nose scrunching up every time you deny his orgasm. big brown eyes rimmed with tears and voice already hoarse from begging, "please, imma be a good boy for you, 'm your good bunny," wet sniffles turning into moans of pleasure when you finally let him cum. hot, thick ropes spilling all over his tummy, his frustrated cries when he sees the wasted mess turning into high-pitched whines as you sink down on his aching cock. the overstimulation hurts, but he wants to breed you so bad, and he said he'll be good for you... so he lets you use him to get off and milk his cock for hours, making good use of that rabbit stamina :))

Changbin asking out his gym crush ◦ s.c

Paring◦ changbin x reader

Genre ◦ fluff

Warnings ◦ I think there's a shit in there somewhere 😗

A/N ◦ Okay, this is my first time writing for changbin so I hope it's okay :) I'm driving in the car right now so I wasn't able to do my usual aesthetic header and dividers but I'll do it next week 🤷‍♀️

~CookieCreates🍪

a/n: I’ve done it with all of them!! hope you’ll like it <3 @intartaruginha

Not saying “I love you” back

BangChan 방찬

You had always known there was something special about Chan. From the moment you met him, you’d been drawn to his warmth, his leadership, and the quiet strength he carried beneath his relaxed exterior. After years of being friends, things had naturally evolved between the two of you, and for the past three months, you had been navigating the waters of a new relationship. It was exciting and comfortable all at once, but there were moments where the gravity of your feelings for him weighed on you.

That evening, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, Chan had taken you out for a walk on the beach. The air was crisp, the smell of salt and sea all around as your footsteps crunched in the sand. His hand was warm in yours, and you felt the familiar comfort of his presence beside you, his thumb absently brushing over your knuckles. It was a perfect evening, the type of easy night you had always enjoyed with him.

But there was something different about tonight—something in the way he kept glancing at you when he thought you weren’t looking, his dark eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“So,” he started, his voice light but with an undertone of nervousness. “How’s your week been?”

You gave him a sidelong look, trying to figure out what was on his mind. “Same as usual, I guess. Work’s been busy, but it’s nice to unwind with you.”

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You could feel something brewing beneath the surface, a tension that made your heart beat just a little faster. You didn’t want to pry, but at the same time, you wanted to understand what was going on in his head.

As the conversation lulled, you both found yourselves standing near the water’s edge, the waves gently lapping at your feet. The sun had nearly set by now, casting a golden glow over everything, making the moment feel almost magical. You were about to make a comment about the beautiful view when Chan suddenly turned to face you fully.

“I love you.”

The words hit you like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of you. Your eyes widened, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. He said it so simply, yet the weight of those three words hung in the air between you, filling the space with an intensity that made your heart race. You could see it in his eyes, the vulnerability, the raw emotion he had been keeping inside, waiting for the right moment to spill it out.

But you weren’t ready.

It wasn’t that you didn’t care for him. You did. More than anything. But the idea of saying those words back felt… overwhelming. Like they carried too much meaning, too much commitment, and you weren’t sure if you were there yet. Your mind raced, trying to process what he had just said, trying to figure out how to respond.

Chan’s expression faltered as the seconds dragged on, the silence between you growing heavier. His brows knit together, and though he tried to smile, you could see the sadness creeping into his eyes.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, taking a step back, his hand dropping from yours. “You don’t have to say it back. I just… I wanted you to know how I feel.”

His voice was soft, almost breaking at the end. You could see the hurt in him, the disappointment he was trying so hard to hide behind his understanding words. Your chest tightened with guilt. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel like this. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the words just wouldn’t come.

“I’ll keep saying it,” he added after a moment, his eyes dropping to the sand at your feet. “Until you’re ready. It’s okay, really.”

You stood there, frozen, watching him as he forced another smile, though his eyes betrayed him. He was hurt. And it was your fault. But what could you say? What could you do? You felt torn between the desire to comfort him and your own uncertainty, your own fear.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Chan tried to keep the conversation light, but the air between you had shifted, and no matter how much you both tried to pretend like nothing had changed, it had. He dropped you off at your apartment later that night, giving you a soft, lingering kiss on the forehead before heading home. And as you watched him walk away, your heart ached with the weight of what had just happened.

The next few days were hard. You texted and called Chan like usual, but there was something different about the way he responded. He was still sweet, still caring, but there was a distance now that hadn’t been there before. It killed you to think that you had caused this. That your hesitation had hurt him in a way you weren’t sure you could fix.

But the truth was, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said. About how much he meant to you. And slowly, you began to realize that maybe you did feel the same. Maybe you had been ready all along, but had been too scared to admit it to yourself.

A week later, you found yourself standing outside Chan’s apartment. You hadn’t told him you were coming, but you couldn’t wait any longer. You had to tell him. You had to make this right.

When he opened the door and saw you standing there, surprise flashed across his face, followed by a cautious smile.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, stepping aside to let you in. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you stepped inside. Chan closed the door behind you and turned to face you, his expression wary, like he was bracing himself for something.

“I’ve been thinking,” you started, your voice a little shaky. “About what you said the other night.”

His smile faltered slightly, but he nodded, staying quiet as he waited for you to continue.

“I… I’ve been scared,” you admitted, feeling your throat tighten with emotion. “But it’s not because I don’t care about you. I care about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone, and I think that’s what scared me.”

Chan’s eyes softened as he listened, his shoulders relaxing just a little.

“And I realized,” you continued, taking a deep breath, “that I’ve been running away from how I really feel. Because the truth is, I love you too.”

The words came out in a rush, but the moment they were out there, you felt a weight lift off your chest. Chan’s eyes widened in shock, his breath catching as he stared at you, completely taken off guard.

“You… you do?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. “I love you, Chan. I’ve always loved you. I just… I wasn’t ready to admit it to myself.”

For a moment, he just stood there, frozen, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, before you could say another word, he crossed the room in two long strides and pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss so full of passion and relief that it made your head spin.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, he let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth as you gazed up at him. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

He shook his head, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “It doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that you’re here, and that you feel the same.”

“I do,” you whispered, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as you leaned up to kiss him again. “I love you, Chan.”

And this time, when you said it, there was no hesitation. No fear. Only the certainty that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

Changbin 창빈

The relationship with Changbin had always been filled with laughter, teasing, and the kind of deep connection that came from being friends for so long. You’d known him for years, navigating the ups and downs of life with him by your side, and then, three months ago, things had shifted. It hadn’t come as a shock to either of you, really. It was like something that was always supposed to happen, something inevitable, as though your connection had just been waiting to evolve into something more.

Dating him was easy—so easy that sometimes you forgot there were unspoken expectations simmering beneath the surface. The two of you had fallen into a rhythm, the line between best friends and partners blurring so seamlessly that you almost didn’t notice. Almost.

It wasn’t until that night that you realized just how deep his feelings for you went.

You had spent the day together like you often did, running errands, grabbing food, and just enjoying each other’s company. The sun had set by the time you arrived back at his place, the cozy apartment that had become as familiar to you as your own. It had been a long day, and you were both eager to relax.

Changbin, ever the affectionate one, had pulled you into his arms the moment you’d kicked off your shoes. His strong arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, making you laugh as his breath tickled your skin.

“Did you miss me already?” you teased, even though you’d been together all day.

“I always miss you,” he mumbled against your skin, his voice low and warm, sending shivers down your spine.

You playfully swatted at him, stepping away to grab a drink from the fridge. “Come on, you can’t be that clingy.”

“Watch me,” he shot back with a grin, plopping himself down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. “You know you love it.”

And the truth was, you did. You loved the way he always found a reason to touch you, whether it was holding your hand, resting his arm around your shoulders, or pulling you into his chest. It made you feel cherished, like he couldn’t stand being away from you for even a second. It was one of the things that made being with Changbin so natural, so effortless.

The evening passed in comfortable familiarity. You both settled on the couch, a random movie playing in the background as you leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder. It wasn’t until halfway through the movie, when you turned to make a comment about a particularly cheesy scene, that you noticed the way he was watching you.

His eyes were soft, his expression serious in a way that caught you off guard. You blinked, momentarily forgetting what you were going to say as the weight of his gaze settled on you.

“Changbin?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. “What’s up?”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, like he was trying to commit every detail of your face to memory, as though he was trying to find the right words.

Then, with a deep breath, he said it.

“I love you.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and full of meaning. Your heart skipped a beat, your stomach twisting in surprise. You hadn’t been expecting him to say it, not yet. Not like this.

Changbin had always been the confident one, the one who wasn’t afraid to show his feelings. But there was something different about the way he said it this time. His usual teasing tone was gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. His dark eyes searched your face, waiting for your reaction.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You wanted to say something, to tell him how much you cared about him, but the words felt trapped in your throat. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel something for him—of course you did. Changbin meant the world to you. But saying those three words back… it was a big step, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet.

The silence stretched on, and you could see the way his smile faltered just a little. He tried to play it off, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, but you could see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice gentle, though there was a hint of sadness in it. “You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready. I just… I wanted you to know how I feel.”

Your heart clenched at the sight of him trying so hard to keep his usual smile, even though you could see the hurt behind his eyes. You hated that you’d caused that, that your hesitation had wiped the joy from his face. But what could you say? The words just wouldn’t come.

“I mean it,” he added, his voice soft but steady. “I love you, Y/N. But it’s okay if you’re not there yet. I’m not going anywhere.”

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle, his smile a little sad but still genuine. And that, more than anything, made your chest tighten with guilt. He was always so understanding, so patient, but you could see the way he was holding back his own disappointment for your sake.

For the rest of the evening, you tried to act like nothing had changed. Changbin, true to form, didn’t push you. He went right back to his usual teasing, making jokes and pretending like everything was fine, but you could feel the subtle shift between you. There was an unspoken tension now, a quiet sadness lurking beneath his bright smile. And you knew it was because of you.

When he dropped you off at your apartment that night, he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you just a little longer than usual. His lips brushed your forehead in a soft kiss before he pulled back, giving you one last smile before heading home.

And as you watched him leave, your heart ached with the weight of everything left unsaid.

Over the next few days, Changbin didn’t bring it up again. He was still his usual, affectionate self, still texting and calling you like always, but there was a distance now. It was subtle, but you felt it. The way he hesitated just a little before kissing you, the way his hand sometimes dropped from yours when you least expected it. And you knew it was because he was waiting for you to be ready. Waiting for you to say those three words back.

Over the next few days, you couldn’t stop thinking about Changbin’s confession. The words replayed in your mind constantly, and each time, you felt the weight of your unspoken response pressing down on you. He had been nothing but patient, never bringing it up again, but you could tell that he was still waiting, still hoping for the moment when you’d be ready to say it back.

And now, as you sat in your apartment, staring at your phone, you realized that you were ready. You loved him. You had known it for a while, just like he had, and you were done letting fear hold you back.

Without thinking twice, you grabbed your coat and rushed out of your apartment, heading straight to Changbin’s place. Your heart pounded in your chest the entire way, the anticipation building with each step. You needed to tell him. You couldn’t wait any longer.

When you finally arrived at his door, you knocked, your hands trembling slightly as you waited for him to open it. It took only a few seconds before the door swung open, revealing Changbin standing there, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice filled with confusion. “What are you doing here?”

You didn’t waste any time. Before he could say anything else, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. He froze for a moment, clearly taken aback by your sudden embrace, but then his arms wrapped around you, holding you just as tightly.

“I love you,” you whispered into his chest, your voice trembling with emotion. “I love you, Changbin.”

For a moment, there was complete silence. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, the rise and fall of his chest as he processed your words. And then, all at once, he pulled back, his eyes wide with shock.

“You… what?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “I love you,” you repeated, this time with more confidence. “I’ve felt it for a long time, and I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. But I mean it.”

Changbin stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. And then, suddenly, a grin spread across his face, so bright and full of joy that it made your heart skip a beat. He let out a loud laugh, his arms tightening around you as he lifted you off the ground, spinning you around in a circle.

“You love me!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with pure happiness. “You actually love me!”

You laughed along with him, feeling lighter than you had in days. When he finally set you down, his hands cupped your face, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was full of passion and excitement. It was a kiss that said everything that words couldn’t, a kiss that made you feel like you were the only two people in the world.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and he grinned down at you, his eyes shining with happiness.

“I’ve been waiting for so long to hear you say that,” he admitted, his voice soft but full of emotion.

You smiled up at him, your heart overflowing with love. “I’m sorry I made you wait.”

He shook his head, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “It was worth the wait.”

And in that moment, you knew that everything was exactly as it should be. You were in Changbin’s arms, and you had finally found the courage to say the words that had been on your heart for so long. And now, as he held you close, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

Seungmin 승민

Seungmin’s Story:

Seungmin had always been quiet, reserved, with a dry sense of humor that only those close to him got to experience. That’s what had initially drawn you to him. There was a sharp wit beneath his soft, polite demeanor, and the more time you spent with him, the more you came to appreciate how deeply he cared for those around him. For months, the two of you had danced around your feelings, and after being friends for so long, it seemed natural that your relationship would evolve.

Now, after three months of officially being together, things felt steady, comfortable. Seungmin was not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but in the quiet moments when it was just the two of you, he would let his guard down, showing you sides of himself that no one else got to see. It was in those moments that you felt the closest to him, like you were the only person who really understood him.

Tonight was no different. The two of you were sprawled out on his couch, a cozy blanket draped over your legs as you watched a movie. It was late, the city quiet outside his window, and the only sound in the apartment was the soft hum of the television. You’d spent the day together, wandering around the city, grabbing coffee, and just enjoying each other’s company. It was the kind of day that made you feel content, at peace.

Seungmin had been a little quieter than usual that night, his dark eyes occasionally flickering toward you as though he wanted to say something but kept holding back. You had noticed it, but you didn’t want to push him. With Seungmin, things always happened in their own time. He was thoughtful, careful with his words, and you knew that when he was ready, he would speak.

As the credits rolled on the movie, Seungmin shifted beside you, sitting up a little straighter. His hand was resting on your knee, his fingers idly tracing small patterns on your leg. You turned to him, giving him a soft smile, but the serious look in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. Something was different.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked quietly, your voice cutting through the stillness of the room.

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to his lap for a moment before meeting your eyes again. There was something vulnerable in the way he was looking at you, something that made your chest tighten with anticipation.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “About us.”

Your heart started to race at his words. You weren’t sure where this was going, but the serious tone in his voice made you nervous. You shifted slightly under the blanket, waiting for him to continue.

“I’m not good at saying these kinds of things,” he admitted, his hand still gently resting on your knee. “But I feel like… it’s important that you know.”

You could see the struggle in his expression, the way he was carefully choosing his words. Seungmin had always been careful with his emotions, never one to express them openly unless he truly meant it. And that’s what made this moment feel so significant. Whatever he was about to say, it was going to be real. Honest.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours. “I love you.”

The words came out in a quiet whisper, barely audible above the soft hum of the television, but they landed heavily between you. Your eyes widened in surprise, your heart pounding in your chest. Seungmin didn’t say things like this lightly. He wasn’t the type to throw around words like “love” without meaning them, and you knew that.

For a moment, you were frozen. The weight of his confession hung in the air, filling the room with a quiet intensity. You could see the way his hands tensed slightly, his eyes searching your face for a reaction. He had just made himself vulnerable in a way he rarely ever did, and now he was waiting for you to respond.

But you weren’t ready.

It wasn’t that you didn’t care about him. You did. Deeply. But the idea of saying those three words back… it felt too soon. Like once you said them, there would be no going back, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that level of commitment.

Seungmin’s eyes flickered with the slightest hint of uncertainty as the silence stretched on. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his usually calm demeanor had given way to something more vulnerable, more unsure. He was waiting for you to say something, anything, but the words felt stuck in your throat.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your heart ached because you didn’t want to hurt him. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel like his feelings weren’t reciprocated, but you weren’t sure what to say.

“It’s okay,” he whispered after a moment, his voice soft and reassuring. “You don’t have to say it back. I just… I wanted you to know how I feel.”

There was a quiet sadness in his voice, but his expression remained calm, his hand gently squeezing your knee as if to let you know that it was truly okay. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t upset. He just looked at you with those deep, understanding eyes, and you felt your heart breaking a little more because he was always so patient, so kind.

The rest of the evening passed in a comfortable silence. Seungmin didn’t bring it up again, and you tried to push away the guilt that lingered in the back of your mind. But you couldn’t stop thinking about it—about him. About how much he meant to you. And as the days went on, the weight of those unsaid words began to gnaw at you.

A week later, you found yourself sitting in your apartment, thinking about that moment. Thinking about Seungmin, and how much he had come to mean to you over the years. The truth was, you did love him. You had been in love with him for a long time, but the fear of saying it out loud had kept you from acknowledging it.

But now, after days of thinking about it, you couldn’t ignore the truth any longer. You did love him. You loved the way he always made you laugh with his dry humor, the way he was so considerate and thoughtful, and how he always seemed to understand you even when you couldn’t find the right words. Seungmin had been by your side through everything, and the idea of not saying it back, of leaving him in uncertainty, was starting to feel unbearable.

You knew what you had to do.

That evening, you found yourself standing outside Seungmin’s apartment, your heart pounding in your chest. The cool night air brushed against your skin, and you shifted nervously as you raised your hand to knock. Your mind raced with everything you wanted to say, and a small part of you wondered if it was too late, if maybe you had waited too long.

The door opened, and there he was. Seungmin stood in the doorway, his expression softening as soon as he saw you. He stepped aside to let you in without hesitation, his usual calm demeanor putting you at ease. You walked into the familiar space, the cozy warmth of his apartment wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.

“Hey,” he greeted you quietly, his voice gentle. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

You gave him a small smile, your heart still racing. “I just… I needed to talk to you.”

He raised an eyebrow, concern flickering in his eyes as he motioned for you to sit down on the couch. You followed him, sitting on the edge of the cushion while he settled beside you, his body angled toward you, waiting patiently for you to speak.

There was a long moment of silence as you gathered your thoughts, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You could feel Seungmin’s eyes on you, watching, waiting, but he didn’t say a word. He was giving you the time you needed, just like always.

Finally, you took a deep breath and turned to face him, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” you began, your words slow and careful. “About… about how you feel.”

Seungmin’s expression didn’t change, but you could see the way his posture stiffened slightly, the way his eyes searched your face for any sign of what you were about to say. You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you continued.

“And I just… I wanted you to know that I love you, too.”

The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, and for a moment, the room was filled with a heavy silence. You couldn’t breathe, your entire body frozen as you waited for his reaction. You had finally said it—the words you had been so afraid to speak. And now, all you could do was wait.

Seungmin blinked, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and you could feel your anxiety rising with each passing second. Had you waited too long? Had you hurt him too much by not saying it back earlier?

But then, slowly, a soft smile spread across his face, and his eyes softened in a way that made your heart melt. He looked at you like you were the only person in the world, his gaze full of warmth and affection.

“You…” He paused, his voice barely a whisper as he processed your words. “You really mean it?”

You nodded, your own smile starting to form as relief flooded your chest. “I do. I really do.”

For a moment, Seungmin just stared at you, his expression a mixture of disbelief and happiness. Then, without warning, he leaned forward, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips to yours in a gentle, almost tentative kiss. It wasn’t hurried or rushed—it was soft, filled with all the emotions he had been holding back since the day he first told you how he felt.

You kissed him back, your hands reaching up to cup his face as you leaned into him. His lips were warm and soft against yours, and you could feel the quiet intensity of his love in every movement. It was as if the kiss was a promise, a silent confirmation that you both felt the same way, that you had finally reached the place you were both meant to be.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested gently against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes were still closed, as if he was savoring the moment, and when he opened them, they were filled with so much love that it made your chest ache.

“I didn’t expect you to say it back,” he admitted quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “Not so soon.”

You smiled, your thumb brushing lightly against his cheek. “I’ve felt it for a long time, Seungmin. I was just scared to say it.”

He nodded, his fingers gently trailing down your arm. “I understand. I just wanted you to know how I felt… I didn’t want to pressure you.”

“And you didn’t,” you assured him, your voice soft but firm. “You’ve been so patient, and I’m sorry I made you wait.”

Seungmin shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It was worth the wait.”

You laughed softly, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days. There was a sense of peace between you now, a quiet understanding that didn’t need words. You had said what needed to be said, and now, you could finally relax, knowing that you were both on the same page.

Seungmin leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his arms. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

“I love you,” he whispered again, his voice barely audible but filled with so much emotion that it made your heart swell.

This time, you didn’t hesitate.

“I love you, too.”

And in that moment, everything felt right. You were exactly where you were meant to be—in Seungmin’s arms, wrapped in the warmth of his love, finally unafraid to speak the words that had once felt so daunting. The fear, the hesitation, the uncertainty—it all melted away, leaving only the quiet certainty that you were in this together.

And you knew, without a doubt, that this was just the beginning.

heyyy, can I suggest a plot that's been in my mind for a while? They are in a new relashionship (like 3 months) (but they've been friends for a while) and he says "I love you" first, and reader is like frozen and don't know how to react, because she likes him a lot but she's not ready to say "i love you" yet... but he doesn't get mad, he's like "it's ok, I'll keep saying it until you're ready, just wanted to let u know" and then eventually she says I love you back. I thought of this with Chan...or Changbin... or maybe Seungmin? But I don't know, it's ur call lol

bye 😆💓

ofc!!! ill work on it tomorrow!!

Yes, Mistress

Demon!Seo Changbin x Demon Lord!Afab!Reader

✮ Genre - Explicit (non-idol) - Sub!Changbin x Dom!Reader [MDNI] ✮ WC: 3k

✮ Summary: Needy and lovestruck Changbin will do anything to be the center of attention for his mistress. ✮ CW: This is a monster fucker fic [I know, I didn't see it coming either], Unprotected sex, Anal sex, creampie, light degradation, Changbin is big like really. (I think that's all)

✮ A/N: Okay, so, I tried to finish a different Changbin fic I had to end Binnie Birthday Week but it just wasn't doing it for me so I wrote this in 6 hours. Don't ask me how I came up with it or anything I don't know the answer to any of your questions 😭So here's my first monster fucker fic (Does this fall into that category? I think it does) Enjoy! + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡

✧ Masterlist ✧

“You’re staring.” You whisper to the entity beside you. He’s been eyeing you for at least an hour. You’ve gotten good at ignoring him but the persistent heat of his pitch black gaze can get a bit heavy. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

Your bright eyes catch his dark ones and he shrinks a bit. He knows better than to say something like that. He knows not to play around but Changbin can be a bit of a tease. You suppose it’s all in the fun of being a hell dweller, they’re entitled to some entertainment but not when it comes to you. Not when it comes to, Mistress.

“Why would you make me nervous?” You sit up straighter in your chair, pushing your hair to the side to give him a good look at the sigil etched dark into your skin. You’ve acquired ownership of Changbin and a few other demons through the lordship of your father. They fear him of course, but you? You’re different. They’ve learned that you’re more than a bright eyed princess, you’re ruthless, and that’s what excites them. “I make you nervous, never the other way around.”

“Yes, mistress.” Changbin mutters, eyeing you like a lovesick puppy. “I’m sorry for staring it’s just that I -”

“Want attention?” You stand from your seat abruptly and the fiend watches closely. There’s no hint of anxiety or fear from him but you can smell it. You’ve grown familiar with the scent, it keeps you up at night. It drives you insane and paints a smile on your face, something like the one you have now while Changbin digs his blackened claws into the dense wood of the table in front of him. 

“You want me to give you attention? You’re jealous that I’ve been calling on Minho more?” He nods, gulping heavily as his midnight pupils beg for you. “What can you give me? What are you offering me, hound?”

“Whatever you need, my mistress.” He stands before you and you glare, you can hear the remnant thumping of his damned heart as he realizes what he’s done. No one stands before you without a summons. “I’m sorry.”

He kneels promptly, Bowing his head towards your bare feet. You take this opportunity to look him over, his pitch black hair shines in the light of your common room and his ashened fingers are digging into the hardwood below him and great anticipation. 

There’s a reason that you’ve been overlooking Changbin’s willingness to serve, you like him too much. He’s an annoying love sick imp who you have an undeniable attraction to. He’s the only one of your legion that is casually allowed in your common room. He’s the only one that you allow to dine with you on nights like tonight and he’s the only one who can make you feel like you’re one of them. 

You want him, so much so that he pulls your demonic nature to the forefront and you can’t have that, though it is nice to indulge every now and then. 

“You’re so needy that you’ve forgotten your place, hm?” You step towards him and he keeps his gaze cast to your feet. “Need I remind you who’s in charge?”

You raise a foot to his chest, pushing him back forcefully. He extends his arms behind him to break the fall and you furrow your brows down at him. “Oh, you’ve truly forgotten.” You push him again and he falls backwards. 

“Mistress, I’m -” You shush him, watching as his dark pants grow an impressive tent. “You’re so in love with me, aren’t you?” 

He grunts, the tent stiffening at your inquiry. “You were told that I am to be obeyed. You were told to serve me at all costs no matter the consequence. My father told you that I am your owner and you’ve made the honor to serve me your reason to breathe, haven’t you?”

“Yes, mistress. I do love you.” The sound of fabric splitting at the seams echoes through the room, you watch as his thick cock fights to free itself of its confinement. “You’re everything.”

“I know I am.” You press the ball of your foot down between his pecs, the muscles bulge and strain under your touch. Changbin watches as you let your dusk colored toes run over his stomach. He’s soft and strong under your touch and it takes so much control for both of you to stay in line. “You want to serve me?

“Yes, please.” His dark eyes nearly glow in the dim light, his smoky claws have marked your floors with proof of his wavering restraint and his raven hair is nearly smoking with a revenant flame. 

Your foot stops at the hilt of his cock just as his useless pants give way to his arousal. He grunts at the bite of cool air that meets his throbbing length, his eyes snap shut in a desperate attempt at taming himself. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” He blinks up at you, sincerity glazing the pitch black.

“Don’t be sorry, my sweet.” You circle the hilt of his cock with your big toe, knocking the head of it as you make your rounds. The sounds that leak from him make you want to make some of your own. “How about you use this pretty dick to serve me, hm? How about we try a little something?”

You press your foot to his length, he moans at the contact. It’s high pitched and begging for more, begging for you. “Yes, whatever you’d like. Anything, mistress, I’m yours.”

He throbs under the slight pressure of your foot and your pussy drips at the feeling. You’ve been growing wet since he started staring so you’re certain that you’re a puddle by now. 

“I’m wet.” You state simply but it’s anything but simple to Changbin. “Let’s see if you can still eat pussy correctly, then we’ll try a little something, yeah?” He nods, mumbling confirmations that you don’t care to listen to as you rid yourself of your underwear. 

Strings of sticky arousal pull from your cunt to the soaked gusset of the fabric. The sight of it makes Changbin’s cock dribble with arousal. If he weren’t so thick you lick it up for him. You’d swallow his cock so perfectly that he just might get his soul back, but that’s a quest for another day.

“Eyes on me, fiend.” You position yourself over him, lifting your skirt so that you can watch his gaze flick between your pretty brown eyes and your sopping cunt. “Eat.” You lower yourself onto him and he’s tasting you before you can take a breath. 

His long tongue slips and glides through your folds with expert precision. He laps at every soaked corner and flicks your swollen clit just how you’ve taught him. Growls rip through the both of you followed by panting moans spilling over your parted lips. 

“Fuck, Changbin.” You lift your skirt higher to watch him. His nose rests on your public mound, tickling the hair that you’ve carefully shaped as he shakes his head back and forth with your clit snug between his blushed lips. You throw your head back, animalistic wails ripping from your chest as he sucks on the sensitive nub. This is why you can’t fuck Changbin, he ruins you. 

“‘M gonna fucking cum. Gonna cum gonna cum, swallow my fucking cum.” He hums against you, continuing his blissful attack on your cunt until you’re writhing on top of him. His nails dig into the supple flesh of your thighs, leaving marks for the others to see when you summon them for a night. He might not be the only one allowed to fuck you but he know’s that he’s the best. He wants to be the best.

“Release.” You order in a breathy moan and he licks up your cunt one more time before pulling 

back. You’re panting over him, eyes shut with the faintest hint of a grin. “Sit up.” He moves swiftly, grabbing you by your thighs and sitting straight up with you positioned in his lap. Your wet cunt is sitting right over his throbbing length and he has to hold his breath to control himself.

“I want you to fuck me.” You lace your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss. It’s a clash of hungry tongues fighting for dominance and sharp teeth biting at the plump flesh of the others lips. It’s a battle that you’ll always win. “Fuck my ass.”

“Mistress.” Changbin groans against your lips but you silence him with another kiss. You suck his skilled tongue into your mouth. Twirling the muscle with your own before falling back into a makeout. “I’ll fuck your ass.” He mumbles as you break the kiss. 

“Do you think you’ll fit?” You rock yourself over him and he melts. His claws sink into you, and his frame swells under your magnetic touch. You take his hand and bring it back to grip your ass, he grabs at the flesh leaving a harsh spank on your cheek before he brings his finger between them to rim your tiny hole. 

“Fuck.” Changbin’s cock twitches against you as he presses into the tight ring of muscle. “It’ll be so tight, gonna stretch you out.” You sigh a moan and he follows. 

“Let’s see if you’re right.” You move, hovering over his daunting length. He runs the tip of his dick through your folds to collect your sweet slick before he positions his swollen tip. You lower yourself down onto him, hissing at the brutal stretch. “Ah- my god, Changbin.”

“‘S too fucking tight, not gon - Holy hell, you won’t. You can’t” Only the head of his throbbing length has breaches your hole. Your legs are shaky and unstable the more you try to take. He’s barely a quarter in and you swear that you can feel him in your stomach. “Come here.” 

Changbin’s hands find your waist and he lifts you up just enough for the very tip of him to stay in place. “I’ll fuck up into you, is that okay?” You agree, supporting your weight with steady hands on his shoulders. The gesture is useless since Changbin is strong enough to hold your weight times any given number but you keep your hands planted anyway.

You inhale deeply and he takes it as his cue to push up into you. You scream into the air on your exhale, It ends in a moan as more of him sinks into you. Your cunt clenches at the fullness and your sticky arousal trails back to give him just enough lubrication to aid him. 

“You’re so fucking big, Bin.” He groans, bucking his hips up slightly to feel more of you. “I wanna feel you in my fucking guts. You’re gonna fill me up, gonna fuck me better than anyone else aren’t you?” You struck a chord, it’s obvious with the way that he growls beneath you. 

“Fuck yes, I fuck you better than anyone.” He moves you down, controlling you by your waist as he bucks up into you. You feel the delicious burn of the stretch as more of his cock sinks in. “My mistress, I’m hers. I fuck her tight tiny hole like no one else.”

His head is thrown back, his dark eyes are shut and his mouth is parted in a silent moan. You’re almost an exact mirror of him except you’re anything but quiet. You’re moaning, panting, growling, screaming. Every sound known to man and beyond is vibrating through you at the delicious stretch of his cock. 

“Mine.” He mumbles, pushing into you further. He’s fucked out, soul snatched and hypnotized by the thought of you and all that you encompass. This is what you live for. This is what it feels like to have these pretty fiends wrapped around your finger. This is euphoria.

“Shit, Changbin. Changbin you’re fucking deep so fucking- holy fuck.” You’re damn near limp in his arms once he bottoms out. He holds you against his strong chest, his arms wrap around your middle and he bucks up into you little by little. 

You have no idea what spot he’s hitting. You have no idea how there could possibly be room for him this deep inside you. None of this makes sense but the pleasure coating your nerve endings doesn’t care for it to. “Fuck me, fuck me, now.”

He lifts you up on demand, helping you bounce on his cock at a pace that would be boring if you weren’t stretched to your limit. Tears stream down your pretty red cheeks, your tongue lulls out of your mouth as you pant cross eyed and fuck out in his arms. “So pretty.” He whispers, moving you on his cock like his favorite fuck toy. 

“My clit, please. Touch my pussy.” Changbin maneuvers himself, one arm wraps around you to keep you bouncing on his cock while his free hand rubs at your swollen bud. You cry out above him, tears streaming and screams echoing as he holds you still to fuck up into your pretty tight hole. 

Skilled fingers flick and circle your clit as you fall apart in tandem. You claw unique shapes and freeform sigils into his back as he summons the pleasure in your body to take over each and every burning inch of flesh he wishes desperately to devour.

“Cum, cum, cum.” You chant with sprinkles of his name here and there. He presses firmer circles into your clit at the warning. You look up at him with tear stained cheeks and blown pupils and he stares back at you with a shimmering darkness behind drooping lids. “Please let me make you cum, Mistress.”

He’s out of breath when he pleads to you and you’re barely breathing as still and cry out in his hold. He fucks into you slowly as you come undone. The hand that was once on your clit is carving lines into the hardwood as he tries to control his own orgasm. He helps you ride through yours, guiding you to grind on his cock until you’re finally breathing again. 

Your eyes flutter open to the most beautiful image of a fucked out hellwalker that you could imagine. He’s practically drooling as he watches you. His shirt is ripped from the swelling of his frame, his hair is a tousled mess from the mindless raking of your fingers and his kiss bitten lips are quietly whispering lost prayers for him to keep his composure. 

“You’re so good to me.” You run your hands through his hair and he sighs at the contact, blinking up at you. “I’ll reward you with my cunt, use me to cum.” His eyes get darker, if that's even possible, he sits up straighter against you and you moan at the way your holes clench. 

“Use me and fill me with your cum, I can take it, don’t worry.” You coo at him and he keens. His arms circle you again, squeezing you tight against him as he fucks into you slowly. 

“Thank you.” He whispers, fucking into you faster and faster by the second as he chants fucked out ‘thank yous’ into the air. “You’re so fucking tiny. So small in my arms I could fuck you for days, for years. Can I please? Can I please have my mistress forever? I’ve already given myself to you, I’m yours, all yours.”

He’s in his head, he’s so caught up in his mumbling that he barely processes your screaming. He’s too lost in his deep need for you to realize that he’s simply manhandling you in his hold. He’s moving you over him like a toy that he’s determined to break. “I’m yours all yours.”

A grunt that can only be recognized as inhuman erupts from him as he falls apart. Ropes of heavy, thick cum paint your walls and you find yourself coming undone again at the feeling of it. You moan into the air like a woman possessed as you squirt all over his stomach, your arousal pools and drips down with the cum that escapes your tiny hole where Changbin still has you plugged and full. 

You pant against each other, skin glistening with sweat as the air around you evaporates. He’s still holding you, nails digging into your sides and marking you yet again. His back is no better, there are traces of you on almost every inch of him and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You gather all of your strength to pull yourself away from Changbin. He helps you, guiding you up and off of his cock. You moan as you slowly start to feel empty with each inch of him that escapes. Once you’re free of his cock his cum spills from your gaping hole. He gawks at the sight, cock twitching at the way your hole clenches around nothing. 

You waver a bit as you try to stand but he keeps you steady, holding you by your hips as you stand over him. He blinks up at you, his hazy gaze meeting yours. “Did I serve you well, mistress?”

You offer him a lazy smile. “Hm, I think you could’ve done better.” He freezes, eyes growing wide and that delicious smell of anxiety is rolling off of him in an instant. 

“I’m sorry.” You pet his head, combing the messy hair with your fingers. “Don’t be sorry just make it up to me.” 

“Of course, anything.” You take an unstable step towards him, relying on his strength to keep you steady. “Clean me up.” 

His eyes flick down to your messy cunt, the mix of your and his arousal is slick against your skin and he holds back a moan at the sight. He knows that you’re fucking with him, you’re using him and it’s just what he wanted. This is the attention he was hoping for. 

“Yes, mistress.”

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𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ; 𝐛𝐜, 𝐬𝐜𝐛

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𝐰𝐜: 8,7𝐤

-`♡´-

You don’t know what’s wrong with you. 

You’ve been staring at your friends from head to toe since the three of you stepped inside the club. To be fair, you think it all started back at the dorm - damn Bang Chan and his slutty outfit. Who does he think he is? Wearing a silky black shirt, the sleeves rolled up his forearms and the first three buttons undone. Three. Slutty. Not to mention Changbin, who’d decided to wear the tightest shirt in the world, apparently. White, not black like Chan’s, and definitely not as expensive, but slutty nonetheless - hugging his muscles perfectly. 

You’re just a girl with pms and they’re hot. You’re not to blame, your hormones are. 

After the first tequila shot, you were fine. 

With the second shot, Chan’s lips started to look unusually tempting. What would it feel like to kiss him? To run your tongue all over his lips as you make out shamelessly, maybe you’d tug at his hair, too? 

After the third shot, you wanted to bite Changbin’s biceps. Is this normal?

Maybe, just maybe, Felix was right and you've had too much to drink, because now you’re at your fifth or sixth shot and you're starting to have these… weird thoughts about them. Thoughts that start with what would it feel like, to be touched by both of them at the same time? Filthy, dirty thoughts, thoughts you've never had about them. Okay, maybe you’re lying, because you definitely thought of them that way - but you never thought of acting on those thoughts. But everything's different now that Chan's chest is pressed against your back and you can feel his crotch right on your ass. Everything's different now that Changbin has one hand on your hip and the other cupping your cheek as he keeps staring at your chest, licking his lips afterwards. 

You're sure they'd make you feel so good, if they ever were to fuck you. 

You don't know if it's the alcohol or not, but you're starting to feel needy - in that way. That's why you push your hips back to meet Chan's crotch properly, gasping when you find him already hard. You’re not really surprised though, and you find it kind of flattering that a man so fine like Bang Chan is turned on by you. He’s, like, perfection on legs,and you do feel proud of yourself right now. 

Little do you know - Changbin, too, is hard. 

Chan grunts, a natural and instinctive response to the feeling of your ass rubbing on his crotch, and grabs your waist, grinding back on you. Changbin, at the same time, is not being subtle at all about how turned on he is, shamelessly licking and biting his lips as he stares at your boobs. When his hips crash on yours, you find out he’s rock hard too. You think Changbin’s not gonna hear the guttural sound that escapes your throat at the feeling of both their cocks grinding on you, but he does, despite the loud music. He does and he’s quick to attach his mouth to your neck when you kick your head back, resting it on Chan’s shoulder. A bold move, yes, but it has the three of you grunting and yearning for more. 

You want them to do unspeakable things to you. 

“I wanna fuck,” you blurt out, looking at Changbin, then at Chan, “want the three of us to fuck.”

They almost choke on air, then exchange looks - eyes wide, and almost no blood left in their brains. Despite their painfully hard cocks sitting uncomfortably inside their underwear, however, they both shake their heads at the same time as a no. You pout - an instant reflex of your subconscious, you suppose. You really want them so bad. 

“Nope, not gonna happen, babygirl,” Chan speaks, “you’re wasted.” Your gaze shifts to Changbin, but him, too, his nodding his head, agreeing with his friend.

“But-“ you try to argue, but it’s pointless, they’re both firm on their decision. 

“If you’re really sure you want this,” Changbin cups your cheek and forces you to turn your head and look at him, “you’ll ask us when you’re sober.”

It sounds like a promise - a promise that maybe they’ll say yes. 

They decide to call it a night after you try to roll your hips and grind on Chan’s crotch once more. He blocks your movements by putting his hands on your waist. 

“I think it’s time to go home now,” Changbin announces and Chan nods, adding nothing else, despite your protests and you nearly throwing a tantrum. 

-`♡´-

You’re sure they’re not at the dorm. Hyunjin and Jisung, you mean, because the place is oddly quiet and, well, they’re not. 

“Time to have a shower and go to bed, tiger,” Changbin chuckles, unlacing his black shoes, the one he wears only when he has somewhere important to go. Those shoes cost a fortune, he told you once.

Changbin has been sleeping on the couch lately. It all started a week ago, after the incident with the pipes at your place - you’ve been staying at their dorm ever since. Not that you’re complaining, really, it’s fun, they’re cool. Changbin offered you his room like a true gentlemen, but you felt guilty that he had to sleep on the couch in his own home, although he told you he was completely fine with it. Changbin is always so selfless, he’s a true sweetheart. 

“And remember: tequila is not your friend,” he chuckles, clearly thinking that what you’d told them back at the club was under the influence of the alcohol. It was, but it was also not, you don’t know how to put it. 

“I-“ you’re about to say that you truly meant what you said, but it wouldn’t really change anything. Plus, not the atmosphere is kind of lost, it’d be pointless. “Fine, shower and then off to bed, got it.” 

They let you shower first. Then Chan, and ultimately, Changbin. You do have to admit that after freshening up,  you do feel a lot better - you feel like a completely new person. For starters, it’s as if your headache had magically disappeared, and then, the feeling of your whole body being clean and smelling real nice it’s your favorite in the world. You don’t even think you’re drunk anymore. But the thoughts are still there. Filthy thoughts involving both Changbin and Chan. It doesn’t help that the latter exits the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and your gaze inevitably falls on his v-line. 

You shouldn’t be looking, but you are.

“I, uh… forgot the clothes in my room, heh,” he chuckles, visibly embarrassed that you saw him like this, the tips of his ears are red and so is his face, “be right back.”

“Oh, alright,” you try to play it cool when deep inside - you want nothing more than to wrap your fingers around the knot and then oops, let the towel fall on the floor and reveal his manhood. Then you’d kneel on the floor and take him in your mouth, and he’d grab a fistful of your hair and pull you even closer until you’re gagging on his cock. And then Changbin would finally, finally finish showering and he’d exit the bathroom and he’d join you and Chan and and and…

None of this happens, because Chan practically runs to his room to put some clothes on, unfortunately. You take it as an opportunity to stare at his ass and naked back. You feel like a perv. 

Changbin returns to the living room fully clothed, hair wavy and still a bit damp even though he did his best to dry it using a towel. He smiles at you when he sees you sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, already in your nightwear. He plops on the couch next to you, and before he could open his mouth and say something, Chan is already back, wearing clothes this time. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks you. 

“Good, great. You were right, that shower did miracles. I’m feeling much better now,” you smile at him. 

“Yeah, helps you falling asleep quicker, too,” Changbin points out. “I mean, at least it helps me falling asleep quicker,” he chuckles. 

“You already fall asleep pretty quick, though,” you comment, giggling because unlike Chan, Changbin has no problem in falling asleep.

“Alright, I’ll… I guess I’m gonna go to bed,” Chan says. 

“Wait!” You exclaim, and he stops in his tracks, tilting his head as he looks at you, waiting for you to speak. “I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but… can we… can we sleep together?” They’re about to open their mouths and protest, when you clarify, “innocently. Just sleep, I promise. It’s just… Changbin’s bed is so cold… you’ll keep me warm, yeah?”

Ugh, how are they supposed to say no to you when you’re looking at them with those big, doe eyes?

“Alright,” Changbin gives in pretty quickly, "I guess we don't want you to freeze to death in your sleep," he shrugs.

Your gaze shifts to Chan. He sighs. “Fine, okay. Just sleeping,” he repeats, as if to remind you. 

You nod, smiling widely at him.

-`♡´- 

The three of you take turns brushing your teeth, then meet again under the soft covers of Changbin’s king sized bed. You’re lying in between them in the most chaste way ever, the three of you on your phones - a bad habit, especially before bedtime. 

“Alright, time to sleep,” Changbin yawns, locking his phone and placing it on his nightstand with a faint thud. You put your phone away too, and ask Changbin to place it on the nightstand as well. He turns to face you for the first time since he slipped under the covers. “Sleep tight, love,” Changbin cups your face and kisses you on the forehead, something he does pretty often. 

“Yeah, you better sleep or else your head’s gonna kill you tomorrow,” Chan points out, locking his phone as well, then asking Changbin to put it next to his and yours. “Sweet dreams, babygirl,” Chan whispers, kissing you on the top of your head. 

Changbin turns off the light and they both turn to lie on their side, neither of them facing you. You lie there, on your back, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about the fact they’re so close to you. You fall asleep to the sound of Changbin’s faint snores and the scent of Chan’s cologne filling your nostrils. 

-`♡´- 

Chan is the first to realize you’re having a wet dream, because he was having one, too, until he woke up. 

Once he wakes up, he figures he must’ve tossed and turned in his sleep, because his chest is now pressed against your back, and his arm most definitely wasn’t around your waist when he fell asleep. That’s not even the worst part - you’re grinding on him. Just like you did back at the club, sliding your ass up and down his clothed crotch. You’re whimpering, too. And his cock is hard, sitting heavy inside his boxers and, to his surprise, right in between your asscheeks. 

His dick is literally in between your asscheeks right now and you’re grinding on it. 

He’s about to pull away as gently as possible, trying not to wake you up, when he hears a low grunt coming from Changbin. Chan freezes in his spot. What the fuck is going on right now?

That’s when he lifts his head from the soft pillows and slowly lifts the covers to peek under them and see what’s happening. His eyes widen, his breath hitches. Changbin is now on his back, still very much asleep, just like you. You’re palming his cock over his shorts. Like, your hand is literally cupping him. Chan feels like he should do something. He should do something, right? What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t? Like, c’mon, you’re having a wet dream and you’re also grinding on him while your hand is cupping Changbin's dick. He should do something, yeah. He starts by pulling away from your body, trying not to wake you up, but he fails, because you whine in protest, still asleep. 

Then Changbin wakes up, and realizes no, it wasn’t just a dream - there really is a hand cupping his cock right now. Your hand. That’s also when he pulls away from you, abruptly, nearly falling off the bed and gasping loudly. 

And that’s when you wake up. Chan wants to punch Changbin hard in the nose. He had everything under control, or so he thought - then Changbin had to go and ruin everything. 

“What… what’s going on?” You mumble, then yawn while rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands when Changbin turns on the light of his night lamp, “Is it morning already?”

“Oh, no, no, it’s still dark outside,” Chan says, “go back to sleep, babygirl.” 

But then you move a little, squirming in your place to get yourself comfortable, and your butt inevitably meets Chan’s boner and he wants to die. His breath gets caught in his throat, and he mentally facepalms himself. “Oh,” you mumble, lifting your eyebrows in surprise, “you’re hard.”

Chan ignores Changbin's giggling. “Oh, that,” he chuckles, “yeah, sorry about that. You were… moving a lot in your sleep, heh. It just happens, I’m really sorry.”

He’s kind of lying, but it’s okay - you don’t need to know the truth. 

“Yeah, i think you were having a dirty dream, love,” Changbin comments and Chan wants to punch him even more now. Is he dumb or what? “You were also grabbing my dick, heh!” Never mind, he clearly can’t read the room. 

Oh, a dream - a wet dream. Yeah, you were definitely having one, it was about them. They were all over you, bodies naked and sweaty, licking every inch of your exposed skin while their fingers were all over your most sensitive spots. Chan was taking you from behind in the dream. Your pussy throbs at the memory and you squeeze your thighs as a reflex. 

They both notice. 

Chan’s cock twitches, while Changbin’s grows even harder to the point it almost hurts. But they won’t do anything about their raging boners, because they’re your best friends and because they’re decent human beings and won’t take advantage of you, no matter how much they want to fuck you.

Well, this is awkward.

“I should… I should probably go to my room,” Chan speaks, sounding visibly embarrassed, and he’s actually about to slip off the covers and get up when he feels your fingers wrap around his wrist. 

“Wait,” you call him, your voice soft, “you don’t have to go.”

“But… I mean…”

“My offer still stands, you know?” You murmur, and both Chan and Changbin stop breathing for a few seconds. “If… if you want to. I wasn’t joking back at the club, I really meant what I said. I want to have sex with you. The two of you.” 

At the end of the day, Changbin and Chan are just two boys - two boys in their mid-twenties, who find you, their best friend, incredibly hot. 

“We can’t, babygirl, you drank a lot tonight,” Chan sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. Changbin stays quiet, but he nods at Chan’s words. 

“But I’m sober now,” you say almost a little too quickly. “I promise I’m good, I’m not drunk. I took a shower and drank lots of water. I even took an aspirin. I’m not drunk,” you repeat, as if to convince them you’re telling the truth, which you are, by the way. 

“You sure you’re not drunk?” Changbin mumbles from behind you. 

You nod your head vigorously, “Positive.”

“One hundred percent sure?” Chan asks, still not entirely convinced - he wants to be absolutely sure you’re not drunk. He wants to fuck you, obviously, and so does Changbin, but it’s important for him to know you want this as much as they do. 

“Chan, I’m not, really,” you repeat for what it feels like the hundredth time, rolling your eyes at him. “Look, if you guys don’t want to do it it’s fine, you-“

“We want to,” Changbin is quick to say, sounding almost too eager for his liking, “we want to do it, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

Chan sighs, fidgeting with the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. “It’s just that… we don’t want you to regret this tomorrow. Or ever, actually.” 

“Yeah, we… we wouldn’t forgive ourselves if this fucked up our friendship,” Changbin adds, and they both sound sincere. “You’re too important to us, we don’t want to lose you.”

You turn your head to look at Changbin, cupping his cheek in your hand, caressing the soft skin with your thumb. You do the same thing to Chan, now looking at him. “You won’t ever lose me, guys. Ever. Understood?” You look at each of them, and they nod. A smile spreads on your face. “You’re both hot, and I’m horny. If you're down, I'm down.”

Chan clears his throat as his fingers ghost over your hip, unsure whether it’s okay to touch you yet, but once he sees Changbin’s hand on your thigh, caressing you over your pajamas, he finds the courage to do the same. 

“Why don’t we start by you telling us about the dream you were having, then, love?” Changbin speaks, his plump lips ghosting your ear, which has you shivering and arching your back as a natural response. You like that, he notes mentally. 

“Mhh, sure, but…” you trail, gasping at Changbin’s bluntness when you feel his hand cupping your sex over the clothes, then you bite your lip. 

“But?”

“Only if Channie tells us about his dream,” you swear you can see Chan’s cheeks turning red as his eyes widen, making him look like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“I- you… I, I wasn’t having a wet dream,” he stutters, and you can’t believe this is the same Chan that has flirted with countless of girls in front of your eyes. He seems like a completely different person now - all flustered and almost embarrassed, ears and cheeks red. 

“You so were,” you tease, whispering the words on his lips while nuzzling his nose. “You were literally grinding your dick on me and gripping my waist. You don’t have to be embarrassed, Channie, it’s hot.”

“Fine,” he gives in, admitting his dirty secret. He gets a little distracted by how Changbin is currently placing open-mouthed kisses on your bare shoulder and neck, fingers moving lazily on your pussy, rubbing you slowly and inconsistently, just to tease you. “I’ll… I’ll tell you about the dream, you menace,” he chuckles, tonguing his cheek in a flirty way, looking way more confident now. 

Then, his own hand moves to brush your stomach, still over the clothes, and wanders until his fingers ghost over your boobs. You exhale deeply through your nostrils as you feel your nipples harden at the mere thought of Chan touching you there. 

“You won’t believe me, but…” you start, latching your lips on Chan’s skin - kissing his collarbone, then his neck. “We were exactly like this, I was right in between you guys,” you hear Changbin grunt from behind you, practically humping your leg now, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum. 

“Yeah? What- what else?” Chan mumbles, cupping one of your breasts with his warm hand, pinching your nipple over your tank top. You squeak when he does, and he can literally feel your nipple harden even more, a clear sign that what he just did turns you on, and he doesn’t hesitate to repeat the action. He can’t wait to do it with his teeth as well - the thought drives him absolutely feral. 

“I don’t- I don’t remember much,” you sigh, eyes squeezing shut when Changbin bites on your shoulder. “Just that Binnie was fucking me from behind.”

Chan’s eyes roll in the back of his skull when you lick his neck and let your hand wander all over his chest and then down, down, down, all the way until you reach the waistband of his sweats, toying with the hem. “Yeah? Was- was it good? Was Bin fucking you good?” He asks, feeling already kind of dizzy from the way you’re touching and kissing him. 

“Mh-hm,” you nod, “he was. I was pressed against you, Channie,” you whimper. 

“You want that, yeah?” Changbin asks, his fingers now playing with the hem of your pajamas, ready to slip under the waistband and touch you properly. He’s just waiting for your permission, and you do not hesitate to give it to him by grabbing his wrist and moving his hand so that he’s able to slip the tips of his fingers inside, finally touching you properly. 

“You can touch me, Binnie,” you pull away from Chan to look at Changbin and give him a reassuring smile. “I like it when you touch me.”

Changbin nods, and you feel his cock growing even harder against your leg - you can’t wait to feel it inside of you. Changbin’s eyes widen once his fingers finally reach the sensitive spot between your legs, and he can’t help but let out an animalistic grunt as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. 

“You’re not wearing panties?” He asks surprised, fingers brushing your naked mound.

Chan’s head snaps to look at you, and his mouth falls open when he sees you’re smirking while shaking your head as a no. “I’m not. I never wear ‘em when I sleep,” you confess a healthy habit you’ve picked up recently. 

Changbin continues to touch you lazily, with no intent of making you cum anytime soon. His touch is purely teasing, the pads of his fingers caressing your labia, then your entrance where he finds out, to his surprise, that you’re already wet. Your arousal dampens his fingers, and he can’t wait to dip them in your heat and feel your walls around his digits as he pleasures you.

Still incredulous, Chan blinks at you a couple of times. “Can I… feel it too?” 

“Of course you can, Channie,” laying on your back, giving both full access to your body.

Changbin’s still playing with your pussy, his fingers are now on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud slowly with his middle and ring finger. He smirks when he notices you’re breathing heavily now and squirming in your place because of his touch, it makes him feel proud of himself. And then, as he’s focused on making you feel good, he feels another pair of fingers lightly brushing his - they’re Chan’s. Chan, too, dampens the pads of his fingers by brushing your wet entrance, and before you know it, his middle finger is slipping inside of you. 

“You like having your sweet pussy played with, huh?” Changbin smirks, leaving a series of kiss on your shoulder, then your collarbone and finally your neck, where he starts licking and sucking on the soft skin. 

“You’re so tight around my finger, oh fuck,” Chan swears, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he keeps sliding his finger in and out of your wet heat, completely soaked in your arousal.  “How am I gonna fit inside of you?” He mutters, more to himself, you suppose, but the thought of having his cock inside of you has you clenching around his digit nonetheless. 

You feel bad for neglecting their pleasure and, consequently, their cocks, but you have a solution for this. You were given two hands to be able to wrap them around two cocks. “Binnie, Channie,” you call their names, and they both hum, a signal you have their full attention now, but they don’t pull away from your neck, “wanna touch you.”

Chan hisses, palming his hard cock over his sweats with his free hand, while Changbin humps your leg as soon as he hears your words. He wants nothing more right now, and he’s eager as he tries to remove his pajama bottoms and boxers by using only one hand - it takes slightly longer, but he manages to slide them down his legs. Chan does the same, which means they’re now naked beside you, except for their shirts, and they’re still playing with your pussy. You should’ve proposed this way sooner. 

“You better not leave marks there,” you tell them, since they don’t seem to have any intention of pulling away from your neck anytime soon, “hickeys are the worst to hide with makeup. I’ll give you something to suck on since you’re both so eager,” you say with a teasing smirk. 

Their breaths hitch when you roll your tank top up, freeing your naked breast - nipples already hard both from arousal and the contact with the cold air. The movements of Changbin’s fingers on your clit become even more inconsistent as he latches his lips on your nipple, enveloping the sensitive bud with his hot mouth, swirling his tongue all around it until you start whimpering. He moans loudly when you wrap your fingers around his thick length. 

He pulls away, letting your nipple fall from his plump lips only to look down at your hand stroking his cock slowly, your thumb brushing his tip, making him shiver. “Oh fuck, your hand looks so small wrapped around my cock, look,” he whines, throwing his head back in pleasure when you gently squeeze his tip. 

You whimper as well at the sight, and to your surprise Chan lifts his head to take a look as well, biting his lip as he watches closely how you stroke his friend’s dick. You assume he’s feeling neglected, so you don’t waste another second in wrapping your other hand around Chan’s cock, and a choked sound leaves his lips as a shiver runs down his spine. 

“Fuck, babygirl,” Chan breathes heavily, ghosting your other nipple with his lips, not really touching it, only teasing you, “you want to kill me, you’re gonna kill me.”

Chan’s cock is longer, but Changbin’s thicker and it feels heavier overall - you want to wrap your lips around them both and suck them dry. You’re distracted from your thoughts by a second finger rubbing at your entrance. Chan lets it slip inside of you, before mumbling something along the lines of I need to get you nice and ready to take our cocks baby, pussy ’s so tight. You don’t mind it of course, and let him fuck you with his fingers as Changbin rubs your clit while you stroke both of their cocks. 

“Have I already told you you’ve got the sweetest tits?” Changbin mutters, taking your nipple back in his mouth and giving it a long suck. 

The desperate moan you let out encourages Chan to play with your other nipple. At first, he teases it by simply brushing his lips over it, grinning from ear to ear when he sees your body shaking as a reaction. Then he decides to take the teasing to the next level by letting his own spit fall on your bud, coating it entirely - and then he blows on it. By the way you just clenched around his fingers, you must like it - so he does it again. You throw your head back in the cushions and breathe heavily - you also get wetter around his fingers, to the point the whole palm of his hand is coated in your arousal. 

“Taste her, hyung,” Changbin encourages him, pupils full blown and pussydrunk already, “she’s got the sweetest tits, ‘m not kidding. Taste her,” he repeats, and Chan nods, then he obliges, closing his mouth around your nipple. 

His eyes flutter shut as he sucks on your nipple making obnoxious, wet sounds - and then you feel his teeth scraping your sensitive skin slightly, making you shiver. “Channie,” you whine, squeezing his cock and he moans around your nipple. 

“Spit, love,” you register Changbin telling you. You open your eyes, and find him holding his fingers at the height of your chin. You’re feeling so many things at once you didn’t even notice he’d stopped playing with your clit. You do as Changbin said and spit on his fingers, and then you feel them back on your clit - your toes curl instinctively as soon as he starts to rub you once again. “I think it’s time we made you cum, hm?”

You nod eagerly, turning your head to look Changbin in the eyes. “Wanna cum around your cocks, though.” They both grunt, and Chan pulls away from your nipple. You shiver at the contact with the cold air once again. 

“You don’t want to cum like this?” Changbin asks, and you shake your head as a no. “Okay then, who do you want first?” 

“Channie,” you whine, “want him to fuck me from behind,” you whine, and he feels weak already at the mere mental image of what you just described to him. He can’t wait to see how you look when you’re getting fucked, he bets you look divine.  

Chan leaves a series of kisses on your chest, collarbone and shoulder, and even though they both stopped playing with your pussy, his fingers are still buried deep inside of you. When he pulls them out, you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. They slide your pajama bottoms down your legs, finally revealing your nakedness to their lust-filled eyes. 

“I think it should be a crime to not taste this pretty pussy before filling it,” Changbin comments, positioning himself right between your legs to get a quick taste of your sweet sex while you and Chan take the rest of your clothes off. 

Changbin licks his plump lips before he wraps them around your clit. His tongue teases your slit a couple of times, collecting your arousal on his tongue before swallowing it gladly, and then he resumes playing with your most sensitive part, rubbing it with his wet and hot tongue. “So sweet,” he comments, pulling away for a few seconds before burying his face in your sex once again. 

You entangle your fingers in his dark hair, tugging at it as he continues lapping at your pussy. You don’t complain when Chan cups your cheek with his hand and pulls you in for a wet kiss, and you moan into his mouth when he moves his hand to pinch your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. 

“You wanna hear about the dream I was having?” Chan pants, kissing your jawline, then the sensitive spot behind your ear. You nod eagerly, not sure you’re able to respond properly right now. “I was fucking you exactly like you said. I was taking you from behind,” Chan grunts. “I was… I was pounding your tight pussy real hard, babygirl, you were moaning my name so loud.”

You feel close already - both from the feeling of Changbin’s mouth on you and from Chan’s filthy words. “I wan’ it,” you pant, inevitably jerking your hips up - not that Changbin complains. “Want you to fuck me, Channie. Like you did in your dream.”

Changbin pulls away from your clit, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. He grins, placing one last, chaste kiss right on your clit before laying back on the mattress. “The sweetest pussy… you really have to taste her, Chan-hyung.”

But Chan can’t honestly wait to fuck you. The three of you position yourselves on your side - Chan behind you, gripping your waist with one hand as he strokes his cock with the other, and you’re facing Changbin, impatient to get filled by Chan’s cock. 

“Bin, hand me a condom,” Chan asks his friend, and you raise your eyebrows because fuck, you’d completely forgotten about protection, which is so unlike you. Changbin turns to open a drawer of his nightstand, but you stop him by grabbing his wrist. 

“We can do it raw,” you say, and you see them both raising their eyebrows at you, surprised. “I mean- if you’re okay with that. I’m clean, and I trust you guys. I know you’re responsible when it comes to this kind of things.” It’s true - they’re men and they’re horny, but they’re not stupid when it comes to sex and protection. 

“I’m clean,” Chan says, kissing your bare shoulder. 

“Me too, of course,” Changbin quickly adds, tacking a strand of your hair behind your ear so that he can look into your eyes. 

“I’m putting it in, then, is that okay?” Chan murmurs from behind you, the tip of his nose brushing the nape of your neck, which has you arching your back. 

You nod, and then you feel it. Chan grips the base of his cock and lets it slide a couple of times up and down your entrance to make sure it’s wet enough so that he doesn’t hurt you when he pushes it inside. His tip brushes your clit a couple of times, and you yelp in surprise, burying your face in Changbin’s chest. 

Changbin guesses Chan must’ve positioned himself at your entrance by the way your breath hitches and also by how you’re digging your fingernails in his biceps. “Wait, let me see you,” Changbin says, pulling away from your body only to look at your face properly, “I want to see your face when you get cock inside of you.”

He’s not prepared for the way your eyes roll in the back of your head once Chan pushes the tip of his cock inside your tight walls. Your lips part, and a shaky breath falls from them while Chan keeps filling you up with his thick length, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his veiny cock until he bottoms out inside of you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip as he presses his forehead against your shoulder and takes a deep breath. 

“You look so fucking hot when you’re taking cock, you know?” Changbin comments, caressing your cheek, before he taps your thumb on your lips a couple of times. You immediately wrap your lips around it, swirling your tongue around it, and Changbin mutters something under his breath - probably a couple of swear words. 

Behind you, Chan pulls almost all the way out before bottoming out inside of you once again, while gripping your hips tight. His chest is pressed flat against your skin as he rolls his hips to meet yours, thrusting his cock inside of you all the way until your asscheeks are practically squished against his pelvis and abdomen. 

“You’re so tight, it’s unreal,” Chan grunts, rolling his hips once more. 

Changbin can’t wait to feel you wrapped around his cock. He latches his lips on the skin of your neck, pressing his chest against yours as he kisses and bites on your skin, surely leaving marks on your collarbone as you continue to suck on his thumb, wishing it was his cock instead. Then his lips ghost over your jawline, then the corner of your mouth, and ultimately, he pulls his thumb out of your mouth and kisses you. It’s filthy, the way he’s kissing you, licking your mouth, sucking on your tongue, until there’s drool all over your mouth and chin. Chan keeps fucking you from behind, pushing you on Changbin’s chest as the two of you continue making out shamelessly - you moaning into Changbin’s mouth every time Chan delivers a particularly sharp thrust inside of you. 

“You really like kissing- Changbin, don’t you?” Chan asks through labored breaths, whispering the words in your ear, smirking cockily when he feels you shiver. “Like having him all over you while I fuck you, babygirl?”

You nod, whimpering in Changbin’s mouth as Chan’s hips snap into yours at a quick pace. Changbin smirks at you, somehow turned on by his friend fucking you so intensely you have to cling onto his arm, squeezing the muscles tight when you feel yourself getting closer to your high. 

“Bin, fuck, make her cum, quick,” Chan pants from behind you, his sweaty, hot, naked body pressed against yours. “Rub her clit, I’m so close.”

Changbin smirks, placing one last kiss on your mouth before he shifts on the bed so that he can comfortably reach your clit to rub it - not without spitting saliva on his fingers, of course. He touches the sweet spot in between your thighs with a disarming delicacy despite Chan’s hard thrusts, with slow and precise movements up and down the hood of your clit. At the same time, he takes the opportunity to capture one of your nipples between his lips, stimulating it with his tongue as he gently works you up towards your orgasm. 

“Channie,” you turn your head to look at him despite the sharp pain in your neck due to the uncomfortable position. He looks breathtaking, with locks of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and eyes rolled back as he bites on his lip. He opens his eyes as soon as you moan his name, and he looks even more pussydrunk now, with full-blown pupils. “Kiss,” you pout. 

You don’t need to say it twice, because Chan doesn’t waste another second in placing his lips on yours, biting on your lip now as he continues to move inside of you at a relentless pace. Changbin doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, although he can’t help but feel a bit jealous and neglected right now you figure, by the way he’s once again humping your leg, moving his hard and leaking cock up and down your thigh. 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whine, pulling away from the kiss abruptly, chest rising and falling heavily as you throw your head back in the pillow. You entangle your fingers in both Chan’s and Changbin’s hair as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. “Binnie, don't stop, you- you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimper, and Changbin only rubs your clit harder. 

“Yeah, that’s right, cum,” Chan breathes heavily, gripping your hips even tighter as he moves swiftly inside of you while filthy, squelching sounds bless your ears. “Cum around me like the good girl you are, c’mon,” he encourages you. 

Changbin lets go of your nipple and starts kissing your collarbone and neck instead, and then your jawline, and then your lips, pecking them a couple of times as he rubs your clit faster until you come around Chan’s cock with a sob of their names, burying your face in Changbin’s chest as your whole body shakes and trembles. 

“I’m close, ‘m close, where…”

“Inside, you can do it inside,” you respond without thinking twice, too lost in the feeling of his cock pounding you and pressing you against Changbin with each snap of his hips. 

Chan’s hips still as he releases inside of you, grunting loudly as he bites on your shoulder. His cum fills your pussy up to the brim and even more, to the point it inevitably starts to leak, dripping on your ass and onto the bedsheets. He stays buried deep inside of you for a few seconds while he tries to regain his breath, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against your spine, occasionally leaving open-mouthed kissing on your sweaty and pearlescent skin. Eventually, your body stops shaking, and you both come down from your orgasms under the attentive stare of Changbin. 

“I thought you were the prettiest when you’re getting fucked, but clearly I was wrong,” Changbin chuckles, running his fingers through your hair, kissing you on top of your head as he envelops your figure with his strong arms. “The sight of your pretty face when you’re cumming is out of this world, love.”

Chan pulls out of you slowly, gasping at the feeling of his cum oozing out of you as soon as the tip is out. He takes time leaving small pecks on your shoulder and back as he wraps his arms around you. You’re completely surrounded by them and it’s the best feeling in the world, to lie there in their arms while they hug and kiss you like you mean the world to them. You really do, by the way. 

“What do you say, babygirl… is it time for Bin to feel your sweet pussy? I bet it’ll drive him crazy how tight you feel,” Chan smirks after a several seconds, his now flaccid cock resting peacefully against your asscheeks. 

You nod, lifting your eyes to meet Changbin’s. “Wan’ you now, Binnie.”

He looks down at you, then places a kiss right in the middle of your eyebrows. “You sure? You’re not feeling too tired?” He checks in on you to make sure you’re absolutely sure. He can wait. He’s impatient, sure, but he can wait - it’s an oxymoron, yes, but he’s not an asshole. 

“Not that much, I can take it,” you mumble, allowing your hand to wander until it wraps around Changbin’s hard cock. He gasps, then bites his lip to the point he can nearly taste blood in his mouth. 

“Fine, okay. Okay, we’re doing this,” Changbin mumbles. “But we’re doing it my way.”

He doesn’t give you the time to ask what does he mean by that, because you soon feel his strong arms gripping your waist, turning your body until you’re now lying on the opposite side, now facing Chan, who scoots closer. For a second there, you think he’s gonna fuck you exactly like Chan did, but you’re mistaken. Changbin circles your waist with his strong arm, pressing your body against his to the point it almost looks like you’re melted together, and hooks his other arm under your knee, spreading your legs wide. Chan’s cum is still leaking from inside of you, and it feels ticklish on your skin, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when Changbin’s positioning the head of his thick cock at your entrance. 

“‘M gonna go slow,” he says, nibbling your ear as he pushes his cockhead inside your hole, “stop me if it’s too much.”

It’s a stretch, there’s no doubt about it. Sure, Chan’s cock is thick, but it’s nowhere nearly as thick as Changbin’s. You gasp when he pushes another inch inside of you. 

Chan, in front of you, grunts, while keeping his eyes on you. “You were right, Bin, oh my God. She looks so good when she’s taking cock,” he whimpers, caressing your cheek as he witnesses all of the faces you make while Changbin bullies his cock inside of your tight hole, practically using Chan’s cum as lube. “Does Bin’s cock feel good inside your pretty pussy?”

You nod, leaning into his touch, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you look at him with big eyes and lips slightly parted. “Feels big,” you whine, “feels so big inside of me, daddy.”

The word slips casually, but Chan’s eyebrows lift nonetheless as soon as he registers it. Who are you calling daddy right now? Him? Changbin? It doesn’t really matter to Chan, because he finds it hot either way. 

Changbin’s head snaps up to meet Chan’s eyes and he grins too, before leaning in to say in your ear. “You calling him daddy when my cock’s inside of you, love?” He teases, pushing his cock further inside of you, letting out an animalistic grunt at how tight you feel around him. 

“‘M sorry, Binnie- daddy,” you correct yourself, “you’re both just so daddy, ‘m sorry.”

“Ah, it’s okay, sweet girl,” Changbin chuckles, spreading your legs even more to have better access to your pussy - he’s almost all the way in. 

“Fuuuuck, look at that, babygirl,” Chan can’t help but stare at where your body meets Changbin’s, amazed by how his friend’s cock is stretching you out. It looks painful to him, but by the way you’re whimpering and whining he guesses it just feels pleasant to you. “He’s destroying your pussy, oh my God.”

The three of you moan when Changbin bottoms out. Him, because yours is the tightest pussy he’s ever felt. You, because it’s the fullest you’ve ever been. Chan, because the sight before his eyes is absolutely breathtaking - his friend holding your leg up in the air as he sinks in deeper and deeper, your face contorting in pleasure. It won’t take long before he’s hard again. 

“‘M not hurting you, love, am I?” Changbin’s head snaps in your direction after hearing Chan’s words. 

You shake your head as a no. “No, it feels good. Feel so full,” you mumble, smiling at him, then at Chan. 

Changbin finally bottoms out, and his head feels dizzy already. You’re so hot around him, and Chan’s cum is still inside of you - he can feel it leaking from your hole as he gives a first, tentative thrust. He grunts, you whine, staring into Chan’s eyes. He scoots closer, resting his head on his elbow as he watches closely your reactions to Changbin’s movements inside of you. Your eyes roll in the back of your head every time he bottoms out, and Chan can’t help but wonder if you had the same look when he was the one fucking you. 

“You took it like a champ, didn’t you, babygirl?” He asks, gaze dropping once again to look at your most intimate part of your body. “You look absolutely gorgeous stuffed full of cock,” he compliments you, you guess. 

He nuzzles your nose with his, and lets himself get lost in the feeling of lust when you pull him closer to crash your lips on his. You moan into his mouth as Changbin rails you, holding you in place firmly with his arm that’s wrapped around your waist, as he thrusts every inch of his cock inside of you. 

“I can’t wait to stuff you full of cum,” Changbin comments, his own head spinning as he feels his balls tighten, ready to empty himself inside of your sweet heat. “Been thinkin’ about it since we were at the club and you were shoving your pretty tits in my face, love.”

You smile into the kiss, because that was exactly your purpose - making them both horny for you. Mission accomplished. Chan doesn’t verbally admit it, but by the way he’s slowly nodding and biting your lip you’re sure it was the same for him. 

“Then I win,” you mumble, pulling away from the kiss to cup both their faces in your hands, “because I’ve been thinking about doing this for literal months,” you grin. 

Changbin speeds up his movements inside of you, somehow the idea of you being so eager to do this makes him even more impatient. He thrusts and thrusts inside of you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he bites on the soft skin to muffle the grunts that leave his mouth. 

“Hyung, make her cum, God,” he pants, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and his balls tighten even more. “Eat her out, hyung. Lick her pussy, quick,” desperation is evident in his tone. 

Chan is a little taken aback by his younger friend’s words, and he blinks a couple of times. Then, it’s as if something had snapped inside of him, because he doesn’t waste another second before diving in your pussy, wrapping his plump lips around your clit and sucking hard. Somehow, he doesn’t really seem to care that his friend’s cock is just right there, a couple of inches away from him - the only thought inside his head right now is making you cum. It’s his only mission. 

Changbin feels you clench around his cock, and he grins, even though you can’t see him. “Yeah, let go for me, love,” he encourages you, “for us,” he corrects himself when Chan pinches his thigh.

Chan’s tongue repeatedly swirls around your sensitive bud, and with the help of his thumb, he has you cumming in literal seconds. No wonder all of his exes were pissed when he broke things off with them - his head game is just too good. Chan pulls away from your clit, a string of saliva connecting it to his mouth as he continues to rub it with his thumb while witnessing the sight of your pussy spasming around Changbin’s cock. 

“Like that, squeeze my cock like that,” Changbin cries, thighs shaking as he feels so close to his orgasm, “‘m fucking cumming, oh."

Changbin, too, bites on your shoulder when he finally shoots his load deep inside your pussy. The movements of his hips halt completely as he holds you close to his chest while his cock throbs. He finishes inside of you with four or five hot spurts of his seed - his own cum mixing with Chan’s, filling you up to the brim. 

Chan lies down facing you once again, still able to taste you on his tongue. He pulls your hair back from your face as he scoots closer and you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Changbin, in the meantime, pulls out of you, not even caring about the mess on the sheets. You all need another shower anyway, and the sheets need to be changed. But right now you don’t care, not when you have both their arms wrapped around of you. Chan is playing with your hair while Changbin is peppering your back with soft kisses. 

“How are you feeling, babygirl?” Chan asks you, kissing the tip of your nose. 

“‘M sleepy,” you yawn, getting more comfortable in their embrace. 

“Yah, don’t fall asleep!” Changbin shakes your body lightly, trying to keep you awake. “We need to change the sheets and shower, again.”

“Only if we shower together,” you mumble, eyes already closing, “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand to be honest," you giggle.

They both chuckle, then help you sit up on the bed, and then they help you get dressed. “Wait for us in the bathroom while we change the sheets, babygirl. We’ll be there in a minute,” Chan tells you, and you nod, opening the bedroom door and stepping outside. 

On your way to the bathroom, you bump into someone, and a gasp leaves your mouth when realization hits you. The tall man in front of you looks absolutely pissed, as he rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. Fuck, you thought you were alone in the apartment.

“Please, for the love of God, don’t do that ever again,” Hyunjin glares at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “It's three a.m., some of us would like to sleep.”

You nod quickly, too embarrassed to say anything as you step inside the bathroom and start the shower. But when Chan and Changbin close the bathroom door behind their figures and strip down naked and join you under the hot stream of water, you’re one hundred percent sure it’s not gonna be the last time. 

-`♡´-

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬! "𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧", 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.

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pairing: seo changbin x afab!reader

warnings: 🔞!!!!, bunny hybrid!changbin, human!reader, sleepy weepy snuggy wuggy lovey dovey unprotected morning sex, multiple orgasms (m!rec), consensual somnophilia (see below)

a/n: solely inspired by me finding out that rabbit bucks literally pass out after mating and then wake back up like nothing happened, so. here’s changbin!

the sun is barely peeking through your curtains when you’re roused from your slumber. changbin’s body is graciously sleep-warm and still beside you, aside from the occasional twitch of his lop ear and unconscious smack of his lips. you’re about to let changbin’s slow, steady breathing lull you back into sleep’s embrace when you hear the blankets rustle and his foot thump twice against the mattress. 

you blearily realize that he must be dreaming, and without opening your eyes, you roll over slowly to tuck yourself into his side. his t-shirt rucks up when you plaster yourself to him, so your hand slips around his waist and settles on the warm skin of his belly. 

he doesn’t startle at the movement, almost like his body expects you, but his arm moves to wrap snugly around your shoulders so you’re properly cuddled closely together. 

changbin’s eyes also remain closed when he speaks. 

“y’bo. mmmtime’s it?” his words are sleep mumbled and raspy with unuse. 

all you give him in reply is a grunt, and you can hear him smile. 

the first time you blink your eyes open this morning, you’re met with the plush of changbin’s cheek and a twitching, black lop ear. you can tell he slept hard, indents of the pillow crease decorate the soft skin of his cheek. 

you move to kiss that first. he’s so warm and soft, his presence so steady beside you that you’re hit with the sudden realization that you could cry if you think too hard about it. so instead, you settle for pressing slow, tender kisses to the plush skin of his cheek. changbin hums when he feels your lips against him, and his arm tightens its hold around you as your lips move on to the velvety soft ear closest to you. 

a kiss is pressed there too, several in fact, his fur’s so soft you can’t help but nuzzle your cheek against it when you’re done. 

changbin’s other hand fumbles under the rumpled blankets so he can touch your leg, but he doesn’t stop there. changbin pulls your thigh so that it’s nestled over his lap, and when you wriggle closer to him to get more comfortable, he pats your thigh with a sleepy, goofy giggle. 

he’s hard in his shorts. it’s easy to tell with your leg pulled so purposefully over his lap the way it is. 

“somebunny had a nice dream,” you joke, and changbin gives you that goofy laugh again. your silly rabbit. 

“don’t remember,” he mumbles. his sneaky hand slides from your thigh to your ass so he can pat that too, touchy as ever. you curl into him more so that he has more access to your ass, and he rewards you with an airy moan as your thigh presses down harder on his chubbed up cock. “oh, wait. i r’member now. we were laying just like this, and then you- mm, you took your shirt off and rode me. yeah, binnie did dream that.” 

“oh, did i?” you question, and he raises his eyebrow at you the same time he gives you that dashingly handsome downward smirk. “like this?” 

with your leg already thrown over his hips, it doesn’t take much effort to straddle him fully. you fuss with his t-shirt before bothering with yours, pushing it up to his armpits so you can see the strong, soft plain of his stomach and chest. his nipples are dusky and brown, pebbled tight now that they’re uncovered from the warmth of his shirt. 

changbin gazes up at you with awe sparkling in his eyes as you finally raise your arms to take off your own shirt. he helps you toss it to the side and eagerly runs his hands up and down your hips when your skin is uncovered. 

your own nipples harden without the warm fabric of your t-shirt covering them, and you know the perfect way to warm them up again. changbin’s ears perk up on his head when he notices you leaning down over him and meets your tits with his waiting mouth, lips open and tongue out. 

changbin sucks your pebbled nipple into his mouth, circling the bud with his slick, soft tongue. you cup the back of his head as he works his lips against you. he pulls back slightly and licks a slow stripe from the underside of your breast to the peak of your nipple, and you’re addicted to the way it looks when it catches on his tongue. 

“don’t forget the other one,” you whisper, and changbin is quick to kiss across your chest to lap at your other nipple. since you’re leaning down over him, he’s almost smothered by your breasts, but you know he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

when you’re satisfied, you pull back to sit on your haunches again, cooing at the way changbin pouts when his mouth empties. you have other plans though, plans that involve sitting on his fat cock, and the longer you go without it the more your pussy aches for it. 

changbin watches with bated breath as you slowly scootch yourself down his legs, but he immediately catches on when your fingers tug at the hem of his shorts. changbin helps again, lifting his hips and moving his legs so that you can pull his shorts off completely. his shirt’s still on, but he shucks that over his head and off the edge of the bed too. 

now that he’s completely bare in front of you, he sleepily watches you watch him. changbin’s legs spread on their own accord, and he angles his hips up so that he can present his cock and his soft belly to you. 

“such a good buck,” you coo. changbin keens. his cock gives a valiant kick against his stomach, and he spreads his legs further so you can look your fill. his balls are thick and heavy between his legs. if he spread his legs even wider you might see the way you know his hole is clenching. 

quick work is made of your own panties, and you’re finally resettling yourself in changbin’s lap. 

his tip leaks, aiding in the slide of your cunt against him before you sit up on your knees and guide his cock to where you need him the most. 

“please?” changbin begs. his fingers come to pet at your sides. he doesn’t grip you roughly, just kneads the skin and holds you gently, a constant presence. “please. i love looking at you like this, i love you.” 

you sink down on him slowly and it takes your breath away. it does every time. his cock is so thick, just how you like it. 

your bunny’s lips fall open wide in a silent moan when you sit on him fully, but a noise finally pushes its way out of his throat when you start to ride him in earnest. changbin’s hips thrust up when yours angle down, and it’s bliss, bliss, bliss. 

“you feel perfect,” he says. his eyes roam from your face to your steadily bouncing tits. “your pussy is perfect.” 

a whine bubbles from your lips at the praise, and your hands scramble for purchase on his chest. 

“bin. bin, s-such a strong buck. i love you, o-oh my god,” you stutter. you’re not exactly close yet, but it feels so good you know changbin will get you there. 

“i can’t- can’t hold it. baby, you’re clenching me so tight, oh- it’s, ‘m cumming, yeobo, cummi-” 

changbin’s cock throbs, shooting pearly ropes inside of you, and he falls unconscious before he can finish speaking. 

it scared you at first, even though changbin told you beforehand that it happens nearly every time he orgasms. all of the preparation and explanation in the world still couldn’t have fully prepared you for the experience of your bunny passing out when you made him cum for the first time. you’ve been together long enough now that it’s just part of the process, and it’s unfairly cute. 

he’s only out for a few seconds, waking to the feeling of your hand cupping his cheek. changbin’s ears flick and his coffee-colored eyes blink rapidly before he focuses on your face again, smiling. his cock hasn’t flagged at all. 

“did i snore?” he jokes, and you slap his shoulder. 

“you’re in the best pussy you’ve ever had, you know damn well you didn’t snore!” 

changbin laughs and flips you onto your back, grin widening when you squeal. he settles on his haunches between your spread legs and uses his hand to guide himself back inside before he lowers himself down and blankets you fully. his elbows rest on either side of your head, and he cups your head with his hands to pull you into a kiss, sour breath and all. 

your lips smack in the otherwise quiet of the room, the only other noise is the rustling of the blankets under changbin’s knees and the click of the air conditioning unit. he’s fucking you so slowly, so sensually so he can focus on exploring your warm mouth with his tongue. 

he pulls away with a broken gasp when your hands sneak down to squeeze his ass, and he makes the most precious chirping sound when your fingers touch his sensitive tail. 

“want me to pull it, baby?” you whisper against his open mouth. he nods his head and squeezes his eyes shut. “pretty little cottontail.” 

you do just that, and his hips pick up speed like you knew they would. changbin’s cock ruts into you sharply as you grip his tail harshly by the base, but his rhythm stutters when you unfurl it to tug on the full length. 

“yeobo,” he whines. “my yeobo.” 

changbin’s thick fingers find your clit, and you can feel his dazed eyes on you before you even look at him. he has to double down, focus his efforts into keeping his rhythm and circling your swollen clit with the pads of his fingers. he’s concentrating so hard that his ears have perked up on his head. 

no one has ever cared about your pleasure the way changbin has. despite his rabbit stamina, he’s still focused solely on you and getting you there before he cums again. his fingers touch you with that just right amount of pressure, his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you that makes your toes curl when you drape your legs over the backs of his. 

“‘m gonna cum,” you whimper. “you’re gonna make me cum.” 

your eyebrows furrow and your lip quivers, beautiful agony, and changbin can’t take his eyes off of you. 

he knows you’re there when your breath catches in your throat and your eyes flutter and roll. the most devastating sound leaves your lips. the rhythmic pulsing of your cunt as you cum, paired with one last rough tug on his unfurled tail, gets changbin there as well. his hips nearly vibrate for a moment before he freezes stock still on top of you, immediately going unconscious again and falling limply to the side. 

you roll with him, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders so you can steady him when he hits the pillow. you have two loads of sticky cum leaking out of your pussy and onto your sheets, but all you care about now is massaging changbin’s velvety soft ear until he rouses. it doesn’t take long, it never does, until he blinks his eyes open again and focuses his tender gaze on your face. 

changbin flicks his ear against your fingers to make you giggle, and he smiles a small, toothy grin back when you do. 

“so, was that better than your dream or do we need to try again?” 

he presses a hand to the small of your back and uses it to pull you even closer to him, wrapping your thigh around his waist again just like he did earlier. his cock is still hard. 

“mmm, i think we could use some more practice.”

Suit Dance (18+)

♡ Pairing: CEO!Changbin x Office Siren!Reader

♡ Genre: office au, smut, porn with some plot, rich & sexy ceo trope but make him Subby™

♡ Word Count: 7.8k

♡ Summary: In which you discover that your ever strong and stoic looking boss wears dainty, pretty lingerie underneath his tailored suits.

♡ Warnings: hyunjin featured briefly as reader's office bestie, mild play fighting and 1 joke about strangling him

♡ Smut Warnings: uneven power dynamics (due to boss x employee relationship), power play, dom/sub dynamics, sub!bin, dom!reader, vaguely plus size reader, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism, marking (with lipstick), mommy kink, nipple play, anal plug use, referenced masturbation, spit kink, praise kink, finger sucking, fingering (m rec), tiny bit of oral (m rec) and handjob, spit as lube, teensy tiny bit of edging. this is so unrealistic lmao but it's fiction so. just take it for what it is gdfsgdf

♡ Notes: back at it again with a self indulgent bin fic! written purely because i saw these pics on twitter and was immediately struck with the vision of changbin wearing it instead lmao and while i read a lot of fics involving anal play, this is my first foray into writing it myself so sorry if it isn't the best :')

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Throwing your hands up and over your head, you let out a soft noise of relief as you stretch, eager to return home and relax after a stressful week at the office.

Your manager has been on your ass the entire week about making sure your quarterly finance report is without flaw. “Mr. Seo has business ventures lined up that require an accurate reflection of the company’s spending and receiving of funds,” she repeatedly drilled into you– as if that isn’t always the case.

You don’t know what all goes into striking a deal and fostering a successful business partnership, really– you’re just paid to reflect the numbers, so that’s what you do; and you’ve never submitted a flawed report. Still, while you’re used enough to staring at numbers on a screen and inputting them into a balance sheet, scanning them extra carefully all week has really put a strain on your eyes.

You remove your glasses, toss them next to your keyboard and close your eyes as another sigh passes your lips. You slouch in your chair, rolling away from your desk ever so slightly as your legs stretch out. You can’t wait to sink into a bath once you get back to your apartment, maybe have a glass of wine to unwind while watching some trashy reality tv over dinner.

“Uh– Y/N?” a voice calls, and you shoot up in your seat, stiffening your posture– you relax when your brain finishes registering that it’s just Hyunjin. If it was your manager, Mrs. Kim, she surely would’ve ripped you a new one for slouching at work, the strict harpy that she is. 

“Hey, sorry! Were you waiting up for me?” you ask as you scoot back over to your desk and grab your glasses to put back on. Hyunjin was one of the few coworkers you got along with beyond the expected professional level, so the two of you often chatted on your way out of the building. He was also Mr. Seo’s personal receptionist, and you envied that he got to stare at such perfection all day.

Mr. Seo is hot– really hot. All professionalism and sex appeal, with his perfectly styled dark hair and expertly tailored suits hugging his thick arms. You don’t cross paths with him as often as you'd like, stuck to your cubicle as you are, but God, the glimpse you got of him this morning was divine.

Dressed in a dark blue suit you were certain was designer, a circular silver pin stuck in the left lapel– the company’s logo, which he always wore proudly. He had on two chains– one a pretty, mixed gold-silver resting on his collarbones, probably worth more than you make in an entire year. His other chain is pure silver and long, hung low on his chest, ending just above the first button of his stupidly beautiful suit. 

There’s no button-up or other such dress shirt worn underneath the suit– just purely bare, tanned skin. The small glimpses you got of his bare chest nearly made you drool– and when he rounded the corner to get to his office, and you got a glimpse of his tight slacks hugging his thick thighs and ass, Christ, you don’t know how you managed to keep yourself together.

You loved looking at Mr. Seo, but it was probably best for your sanity, and your work performance, that you didn’t have too much exposure to him. And it was most certainly a good thing that you weren’t his receptionist– you don’t think you’d get through the myriad of phone answering and appointment scheduling successfully if you had such eye candy in front of you for hours a day, 5 days a week.

“No, I’m just supposed to tell you that Mr. Seo wants to see you,” Hyunjin says, and you blink– once, twice, brain struggling to process what you’ve been told. Mr. Seo wants to see you? You think you’re going to combust on the spot from just the thought alone of having a personal meeting with him.

“D-Do you know why?” you question with an embarrassing stutter that you hope Hyunjin will ignore. “Nope, he just asked me to let you know to see him before I leave for the weekend,” he replies and you swallow, nerves suddenly threatening to eat you alive.

And it's not just because you’ll be alone with someone you’ve been thirsting after for months. The most pressing issue is that even putting your attraction to Mr. Seo aside, he is still very much your boss, even if he doesn't often personally oversee your work.

You emailed him your report just moments ago, so surely he hasn’t had the chance to look through the whole thing yet.. Fuck, what if there’s a mistake right at the start? You’d be mortified– and surely it’d be grounds enough to fire you given how vital this report is to his upcoming business plans. 

Hyunjin sees the apprehension and can’t help but giggle as he reassures you. “Relax! He seemed like he was in a good mood, I’m sure it’s nothing bad. Trust me, I’ve seen Mr. Seo angry, and he’s definitely not right now. Maybe you’re finally getting that raise you’ve been gunning for.”

You appreciate Hyunjin’s positive input, but you doubt that– if it was a raise, you’d be having a discussion about it with HR and your manager, as you have every time before; someone as high brass as Mr. Seo simply doesn’t have the time to talk to every person receiving a raise individually. A promotion..? Same situation– the decision for you to receive one is his, but you doubted he would see you personally over it.

That’s what your manager is for, after all– Mrs. Kim is essentially his mouthpiece, having discussions about these things with you and overseeing your duties herself so that Mr. Seo can put more of his focus on keeping the business going in the direction he wants. Still, Hyunjin said he doesn’t seem to be upset, so.. 

Maybe it is something good! Maybe your manager and the head of HR have been called to his office too, and you’ll all discuss an appropriate reward for all the effort you’ve been putting in. Maybe you can squeeze in a deal for more vacation time too, if you’re lucky. 

"Or maybe he found out about all your dirty fantasies about him, and now he's calling you to his office to–” Hyunjin starts, and you bolt up from your chair, swiftly shutting him up with a smack to the arm. “Oh my god, stop! Shut up!” you cry as he simply laughs, swatting away the hand you slap him with.

“Should I still wait for you?” he asks when the giggling subsides, and you quickly shake your head as you turn back to your desk to start shoveling your belongings in your bag. “Nah, I don’t wanna keep you waiting if the talk goes on long. I’ll see you on Monday! ..hopefully,” you mutter the last word as you pick up your bag, still not entirely sold that this abrupt meeting is a positive one.

Hyunjin, being a menace to your nerves, shoots you a wink and a “good luck!” after you wish him a good weekend. You think you’ll strangle him when you see him on Monday– if you’re still lucky enough to have a job here, that is. You walk out of your cubicle block, swallowing as you step past your fellow coworkers who are all similarly readying to leave, and up to Mr. Seo’s large office door.

It’s glass, and typically he’d be able to see you apprehensively standing there waiting, but the blinds are currently pulled closed. Should you knock? He’s expecting you, but all of a sudden you aren’t sure how to act– the last thing you want to do is be impolite. Still, maybe it’d be worse to keep him waiting– his time is extremely valuable, after all. So tentatively, you knock on the black frame of the door.

“Come in,” you hear him call out, and with one more breath to steel your nerves, you take the knob into your hands and open the door. And fuck, he’s alone– your manager and the head of HR are nowhere in sight. You’re going to have a solo meeting with Mr. Seo. God, please help me, you cry internally as you take a careful step inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click. 

“You wanted to see me, Sir?” you do your best to keep your voice steady as you look at him, pensively standing no more than a few inches away from the door. You’ve never been more nervous in your entire life– and when he looks up from the papers on his desk to address you, your heart nearly stops; he’s just too gorgeous.

“Don’t just stay by the door, please, come in,” he reiterates, motioning for you to come further into the room and take a seat at his desk with his hand. Again you swallow, taking small steps away from the glass door, your heels clacking on the sleek wood with each step.

His office is so luxurious– and you’re certain it’s bigger than your entire apartment. Floor to ceiling windows that take up the entire wall behind him and show the impressive expanse of the city, the sky turning a darker shade of blue as the sun disappears behind the other skyscrapers. Impressive bookshelves full top to bottom, with not just books but awards he's won throughout his life, as well as decorative art pieces.

He has well cared for plants in every corner, two sofas for additional seating, and a chandelier that rivals any you’ve ever seen in its extravagance. There’s a large rug underneath his desk and the opposite chairs, and your heels quiet as you step on it, carefully pulling one of the chairs back to sit.

It’s comfortable, the same shade of rich mahogany as his desk, and you practically sink into it. Despite that, you do your best to keep a good posture after setting your bag on the opposite chair; sitting up straight, hands folded in your lap as you cross one leg over the other.

Your skirt squeezes against your thighs in this position, but you’d rather be caught dead than have an informal posture in front of the CEO of your company. He’s looking at his papers again, and heat, as well as apprehension, spreads through your body when he looks up at you once more– but mostly, it’s heat; how and why is he so attractive? 

You’re so rarely given the opportunity to be this close to Mr. Seo– and there’s still a large desk between you that gives you a fair amount of distance, but you’re able to drink him in much more than you usually can. His eyes, that normally appear quite piercing and stern, are always much softer up close– all of his features are soft, really. 

Round cheeks, soft nose, defined chin that somehow isn’t harsh in appearance despite how sculpted he is. His lips are so pink, look so soft and plush, in the prettiest pouty shape. Cute, handsome, pretty, sexy– he’s all of it in one package. You want him bad.

Mr. Seo has expensive-looking round earrings on that you realize you failed to notice earlier, perfectly matching his necklaces. A ring too, you note as he turns back to his papers to flip a page– gem black as his hair, but with the same silver as the rest of his jewelry encircling it. He’s so stylish– it’s almost enough to make you salivate with desire.

It’s almost astonishing how you can still thirst for him while this concerned over your livelihood– but he’s so undeniably handsome and perfect that you just can’t seem to help it. If this ends up being your last day here, you don’t think it’s the money you’ll miss the most– it’ll most definitely be seeing Mr. Seo in all his impressive glory.

Finally, he holds out the tiny, stapled stack of papers in his hand to you, gesturing for you to take them to look at. “Mrs. Kim went over this with you, correct? You recognize it?” he asks, watching you carefully as you run your eyes over the top page. “This is my review from last quarter..?” you say, an air of uncertainty in your voice. Fuck. You really are getting fired. 

“Did I make a mistake since then? Do something wrong?” you question, doing your best not to fall into your anxious habit of chewing on your bottom lip. It’s also taking everything in you not to start unloading a string of apologies over the finance report you emailed him, convinced by this point that you suffered a major performance dip and sent him a report chock full of mistakes. 

Even at his angriest, Mr. Seo never grilled or chewed out his employees– but you almost think the look of sincere disappointment he’d give you before firing you would be worse than the anger. “No, don't worry! The opposite, actually,” he reassures you, so sweetly and genuinely that it sends you reeling.

The relief that should come with realizing you aren't being fired or scolded doesn't even hit you, because all your brain latches on to is how beautiful his smile is. Negative or positive, you come to the conclusion that this will be the most difficult meeting of your life– he’s just too stunning; your poor heart can’t take it.

“I realized that a mistake was made in regards to your raise– you actually should’ve been given more. It is not my intent to undercut the value of my employees, and I sincerely apologize for the error,” Mr. Seo stands to bow to you, and the axis of your world tilts further off balance. Mr. Seo, the most successful man you’ve ever known, whose net worth is easily millions upon millions of won, is bowing to you? 

“Your work is always done diligently and accurately, and it keeps my business going smoothly– and to make up for the error, I’d also like to offer you a bonus on top of immediately rectifying your salary. A sum that is equal to what you would’ve received these past few months had your raise been accurately relayed and processed sooner.” 

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. It’s true that you were upset when your raise was only a few measly cents, but you assumed that was intentional, that you just needed to work harder– and surely, the mistake isn’t Mr. Seo’s fault. If anything, it’s definitely your harpy of a manager Mrs. Kim's doing– she should be the one groveling at your feet. The fact that he’s even apologizing to you for it is insane. In what world does it make sense for him to grovel to and appease you? 

You suppose it isn’t just his business smarts that make him such a good CEO, but his ability to take responsibility like this, and his genuine care for the members of his team. But that’s not even what’s at the forefront of your mind anymore– what has really captured your focus is the glimpse of pretty, white lace you see peeking out under his suit, deliciously hugging his pecs.

Surely this isn’t real– you must’ve fallen asleep at your desk, and are having a fever dream from the stress of the week. Surely Mr. Seo isn’t actually wearing lingerie underneath his suit, right? That would be crazy– not even in your wildest fantasies would you ever be met with such a sinfully delectable sight.

He doesn’t smooth out or adjust his suit nearly enough when he rises back up, and the edges of the intricate lace continue to peek out from behind his lapels. Your eyes stay transfixed on it, the urge to drool over Mr. Seo the strongest it’s ever been as every subsequent word he says goes straight through one ear and out the other. 

You lick over your drying lips, swallow thickly, unable to focus on anything but the entrancing visage of pure white lace squeezing his muscles. Your body was already running hot just from being in his presence, but now it feels like a furnace, mind racing as you consider how much more lace there is beneath his suit. 

How much skin does it cover? How little? And maybe if you were paying more attention to literally any part of him besides the lace on his pecs, you would’ve noticed the shiver that traveled through his body after he stood back up right, or the slight flush to his cheeks. 

He thinks you did notice from the way you stare at him, but then he realizes your gaze is focused solely on one specific place– his chest. Even without glancing down at himself, he realizes what caught your attention– it causes his cheeks to flush a deeper pink, an awkward cough leaving him as he finally rights his suit, and obscures the lace beneath it.

Lace out of sight, your trance is broken, and your eyes return to Mr. Seo’s face. You’ve never, absolutely never, seen him so red and timid. “Uh, I–” he starts, but for perhaps the first time in his professional life, he is left at an utter loss for words. “J-Just– pretend you didn’t see that, please,” he quickly mumbles a moment later as he returns to sitting in his chair, hoping you once again fail to notice the way he shivers when he’s sat. 

You’re both professionals– surely you can move on from this and go on as if nothing happened without making things around the office awkward. No, you think immediately– you know you’ll never be able to scrub the delectable image of lace over his toned, honeyed skin out of your brain; it’s already rooted itself much too deeply. 

Except when you watch his eyes widen before his brows furrow, you realize you accidentally said “no” audibly. “..No?” he questions, and you already know you’ve dug yourself into a hole; but you can’t take it back now that it’s been said, so you may as well commit. “I mean– it was very pretty, Sir. You’re very pretty. I don’t think I can forget about it.” 

He blinks, blush slowly crawling its way to his ears as the information soaks in. And though it’s certainly grounds for a swift and stern dismissal in ordinary circumstances, he entertains the compliment, workplace code of conduct be damned. “You think I’m pretty?” he questions, and it almost makes you laugh. Is water wet? Is the sky blue? Is grass green? Yes, he’s pretty!

“With all due respect, I thought that was obvious, Sir,” you answer, surprising even yourself with how forward a statement it is– never in a million years did you think you’d admit how attractive you think Mr. Seo is to his face. “Obvious that I’m pretty, or obvious that you think so?” he tilts his head as he asks, and smiles– one that is as shy as it is devastatingly charming. 

To see him smile at you in such a way sends a whirlwind of emotions through you, the most potent of them being desire. There’s an eager glint in his eyes, one that you’re sure you match– maybe even surpass. You’re self aware enough to realize your ogling of him when he walks in a room is noticeable– it wouldn’t surprise you if he’d been aware of it all this time.

And maybe, just maybe, he too has been waiting for an opportunity like this to present itself. Maybe he likes the way you stare at him with pure, unfiltered want. Maybe the tight blouses and skirts you wear make him crazy, always hugging your curves just right. Maybe his skin runs hot when he sees red lipstick stains lingering behind on your coffee mug, imagining that same mark covering every inch of his body.

He shouldn’t feel this way, he knows, he’s your boss for God’s sake– but he’s also only human; and he can’t keep resisting the call of you, the veritable siren in his office. How many more of those dark gazes of lust behind your thick, rectangular glasses is he supposed to be able to take? How many more times is he supposed to pretend he doesn’t notice the way you bite your lip as you look him over? 

Truthfully, it was an accident that you saw the lace decorating him beneath his suit– but he can’t find it within himself to complain about it. Unintentional though it certainly was, he finds himself eager to take this opportunity to pursue you. Reason and responsibility lost, he follows his deepest, most base desires– he wants to indulge your hunger for him, wants to let you consume him, body and soul. 

“Can’t both be true?” you ask as you toss the report he handed you aside and inch yourself closer to the desk, all sense of timidity within you evaporating now that he’s entertaining your blatant desire for him. “I think you’re well aware you’re pretty. I think you know you make everyone crazy,” you rest your elbows on the desk, leaning forward as you speak, “I think you know everyone wants you.”

You offer Mr. Seo your prettiest grin as you watch him swallow, his eyes traveling down to your blouse, where the top most buttons lie undone and offer him an enticing view of your cleavage. “A-And you– you want me?” he asks, slowly directing his gaze back up to your eyes; a question that is perhaps silly at this point, but that he wants the verbal confirmation of regardless.

“May I be forward, Sir?” you ask, gauging how deep his interest in you really runs, how honest you’re truly allowed to be about your desire. Your smile grows when he utters a rather meek yet eager “yes” in response. “I’ve always wanted you, from the very first moment I saw you,” you tell him candidly, “I want to kiss you, I want to touch you, and I want to see what other pretty things you have underneath your suit.”

“I-I see,” he says shakily, very nearly squirming in his seat from how intently you stare at him, the burning desire you have for him palpable. The tension is strong, and now it’s up to him to release it– with just a word, the dam holding you both back will break, the fervorous flood of lust all consuming; and despite how much he shouldn’t, it’s all he wants. 

“Kiss me, please,” his plea comes out in an airy lilt; conceding to his desires, he surrenders all of himself to the irresistible temptation. You rise from your chair, round the desk to approach him, and he watches in breathless anticipation. The few steps it takes to reach him feel so impossibly slow, and his heart feels like it’s thundering in his chest; he can even feel the sweat building on his brow as he waits for you to finally touch him after all this time. 

Placing your hand on the top of his chair, you push it, making him swivel to face you. His breath catches in his throat as he stares up at you, eyes swimming with need. Your fingertips just barely brush over the bit of bare chest peeking through the v-line of his lapels, but it’s enough to send goosebumps over his heated skin.

You hook your finger into his long, silver chain, tug on it just enough to urge him to lean up to meet you. He shivers as he shifts in his seat, has to suppress the whine that threatens to rise from his throat when your lips just barely touch his, a phantom of a feeling left behind. And make no mistake, you want him bad– but you don’t want to rush; you’ve wanted this for too long to do anything but relish in having him in your grasp.

When you return to him, you press your lips to the corner of his mouth instead of kissing him directly, leaving the prettiest trace of lipstick behind. And even despite the ardency he feels to have you, he makes no move to hurry you along; because when you finally kiss him, full and deep, it makes all the build up worth it– it’s true bliss, countless butterflies dancing in his stomach.

And truly, you intended to keep kissing him slowly– but now that you’ve felt his perfectly soft and full lips against your own, your restraint begins to evaporate. You wanted to take your time, to indulge in the sensation– but when you lick over his lips, and he eagerly allows you entrance into his mouth, you get the impression that he can’t hold himself back from his desires either. 

The kisses quickly grow messy, your hands urgently popping open the buttons of his suit. You’re trying to be careful to not rip the buttons off, knowing very well how expensive his clothes must be– but even if you did completely ruin it, he wouldn’t have found it within himself to care. He can buy a new suit, doesn’t give a shit about how much it’d cost– your lips and hands on him are far more important.

Buttons successfully undone, you push the suit off his shoulders, and he quickly pulls his arms out of the sleeves, freeing himself from the fabric. You pull away from the kiss, bring your hand to his face, trace your thumb over your lipstick lingering on his lips and further smear it over his skin. It’s a dark red, pretty mess, starkly contrasting the dainty elegance of white lace hugging his body below.

“You’re beautiful, Mr. Seo,” you breathe, utterly mesmerized by the sight of him. You trace your fingers over the scalloped edges of the lace on his chest, follow it down until it stops just above his stomach. It covers his arms as well, up to the edges of his deltoids. The bulk of muscle beneath looks so tantalizing– it’s positively mouth watering.

“Changbin,” he speaks up, and you look at him curiously, a slight smile playing on your lips. Of course, you know it's his name– it’d be astonishing if you didn’t know your boss’ full name; you’re just pleasantly surprised he wants to drop the formalities. “Call me Changbin, please– o-or Bin, or Binnie! I– I’d like that more.”

“Of course, Binnie,” you smile sweetly as you call his name, and though it’s such a simple indulgence, it makes his cock throb in his slacks. You can see it, hard and straining against the tight fabric– you’re positive it’s uncomfortable, thick as he seems to be. You run your fingers over his belt, tracing the buckle. He watches with labored breaths, trying not to squirm in his seat from the anticipation.

“What’s my name?” you suddenly ask him, and he says it in a question, brows slightly furrowing– do you think he doesn’t remember it? He pouts as he waits for you to speak again, and you giggle ever so slightly before you do. “Mhm, but what do you want it to be?” you ask and oh, fuck– you’re asking what title he wants to call you by, he realizes.

“A-Ahh, uhm–” Changbin hesitates, swallows the lump in his throat, face burning as you look him over expectantly. Fuck, everything about this situation is so unreal– but if he’s already come this far with you, why shouldn’t he allow himself further indulgences? Why not give in to what his deepest desires are?

“M-Mommy, you’re– you’re my mommy,” he finally forces the words out, face and ears positively on fire as he waits for your reaction. Oh, that’s what he likes? Your smile grows, and you sweetly caress his face, enjoying the feeling of heat radiating off his cheeks.

“Binnie needs his mommy to take care of him, doesn’t he?” your question makes him whine, nodding his head in a shameless, eager display. He’s so unbearably hot, his erection strains against his tight pants, his skin tingles as you trail your hand back down to his chest– he wants and wants and wants. Touch him everywhere, kiss him everywhere, talk to him sweetly as you go– he needs it.

Very little lipstick remains on your lips after all the kissing you’ve done, but the last traces of it end up on his neck, trailing downwards as you kiss and lick every inch of skin you come in contact with. You run your hands over his torso, squeezing him from the bulk of his arms to the soft edges of his waist, delighting in the soft, breathy whines and moans you pull from him. 

You return to his lips at the same time your fingers find his nipples, and he mewls into your mouth as he squirms, the sensation of your tugs and pinches through the lace almost overwhelming. No, it is overwhelming– but he likes it too much to ask you to do any different. And the more you play with his nipples, the squirmier he gets, his hands harshly gripping the armrest of his chair in an effort to ground himself. 

You fall to your knees, and he watches breathlessly as you press kisses over his pecs until you eventually reach one of his perked nipples. He keens when you take it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it over the lace. He gasps when you suck on it, his nails trying their best to dig into the unyielding leather cushioning his armrest. 

“Does my Binnie like having his nipples played with like this?” you ask before you run your tongue over this other one. He whines, writhing in place as you resume pinching and tugging on the one that was just in your mouth, the lace now soaked with your saliva adding even more to the delicious friction. 

“L-Like it– like it so much, mama,” he finally answers in a shudder, voice squeaky and high pitched. He gasps when you graze your teeth over his nipple, head falling back and another loud moan drawing out of him when you gently bite it. He’s so sensitive, can’t stop himself from shivering and squirming under your diligent touch.

He moans again when you lean up to kiss him, your hand traveling down and down, until your hand reaches his belt again. “Will you take these off for me?” you ask, tugging ever so slightly on the buckle. You could do it yourself, of course, but you like the idea of watching him undress himself for you– and from the way he eagerly nods, you conclude that he likes the idea too. 

You smile at him before you rise back up to your feet and you take a step away from him, resting yourself comfortably against his desk while you wait for him to start. He glances at his door first– he knows it’s unlocked, but the blinds are drawn closed, at least; even if someone heard him, they hadn’t seen anything happening in the room. 

He looks at his windows next– tall and expansive, not a single curtain in sight; the view it affords him is normally well worth the lack of privacy curtains would provide, but when he considers how naked he’s about to be in front of them, it makes his heart race faster. But you’re so high up– surely, no one from the street will see anything.

And if someone from the skyscrapers sitting opposite of his building happens to see, well.. He supposes he’ll just have to hope they enjoy the show they’ll be receiving. Changbin rises from his chair, and with trembling hands he fumbles with his belt, doing his best to unbuckle it quickly. Once done, he proceeds with undoing the button of his slacks and pulling down the zipper. 

Given how tight his slacks are, they don’t fall down his legs just because the button has been undone and the zipper has been pulled down– he has to make a purposeful effort to remove them. He glances at you, notes how intently you watch him, ready and eager to see all of him– and that desire you harbor for him encourages him to go beyond the shyness that grips him. 

Pulling them down over the swell of his ass, the first sight you’re met with is more white lace, perfectly matching the top he still has on. Your heart feels like it’s positively going to burst from the view of his cock– short but impossibly thick, pressed down by dainty lace, leaking pre-cum and turning the otherwise pure white translucent.

Your breathing grows more labored just looking at it, and God, as if you weren’t already on the brink of drooling over him before– you absolutely need his cock in your mouth. But still, there’s more for you to see– so you sit patiently, swallowing as you wait for him to keep undressing himself for you. 

He has to bend over to pull his pants down his thighs, and his blush darkens when he notices you quite blatantly leaning to the side to look at his ass from his peripheral. There’s a glimpse of something shiny between his cheeks under the lace, and it makes you gasp with surprised delight. Changbin himself closes his eyes, trying not to let out a flustered whine when he realizes you’ve noticed it. 

A plug rests inside him, shiny steel with a pretty pink gem in the center in the shape of a heart. Has he had it inside all day? The thought makes you dizzy– and suddenly all the times he’d shivered after moving makes sense. “Gosh, wearing this to work– you’re so dirty Binnie,” you muse happily, and he whines, wishing for nothing more than to cover his face behind his hands. 

Though it’s obvious by this point that you like it, he’s hesitant to meet your gaze after stepping out of his slacks and standing back upright. But you can’t have that– so you grab his face, making him turn to you. “You’re so sexy, it’s unbelievable,” you tell him before you kiss him again, and he easily melts into it, nerves evaporating with your lips back on his.

Changbin can’t help being shy, but your desire for him makes it more bearable to push through– and the more you kiss him, the more floaty he feels. You reach behind, blindly and hastily shove everything off his desk before you turn him around, and guide him to sit on it. Neither of you pay any mind to the loud clatter the objects make hitting the floor, or of how mixed up any unstapled papers he had there will become– you’re much too absorbed in the feeling of one another.

You instruct him to lean back when you pull away from kissing him, and he listens in a heartbeat, tipping himself back on his desk. He props himself on his elbows, watches as you bring your hand to his cock, still contained by lace panties. He gasps when you squeeze it through the fabric, whines when you trail your fingers further down and press on the plug still nestled between his cheeks.

“What were you prepping for, hmm? Tell mommy about it,” you say, and again he squirms as he tries to speak, the blush on his face flaring. “I-I– Binnie was gonna–” he stumbles on his words, voice quivering, and he has to close his eyes to try to focus on getting what he wants to say out effectively. 

Waking up this morning feeling naughty, he knew he wanted to fuck himself– got himself ready bright and early, so that by the time he got home tonight he’d be nicely stretched and ready for his favorite dildo. He was going to suction it to the floor, ride it while he fisted his cock with one hand and tug on his nipples with the other, close his eyes and imagine it was someone else sweetly playing with him. 

The lingerie was to make him feel pretty– and looking at himself in the mirror before pulling his suit on, he really felt he was; he was giddy with the feeling of being sexy and cute simultaneously. He liked knowing it was there under his suit, liked feeling the lace against his skin, liked how much it contrasted the rest of his physique. 

He’s trying to tell you as much, knows even without seeing your face how expectantly you’re waiting to hear it– but he struggles embarrassingly, because he can feel your hand stroking his cock over his panties. All he can do with his eyes closed is focus on the sensation your hand grants him– so he opens his eyes again, forcing himself to keep eye contact with you as he speaks.

“A-Ahh– Binnie was gonna– gonna fuck himself,” he admits, trying not to whine from the way you pleasantly coo and smile at him. “Mommy can fuck you,” you tell him sweetly, and God, he feels like he could cum from the words alone. “Would you like that? Want my fingers to fill you up?” you ask, and he nods so fast it almost makes him dizzy.

“Yes! Please, please, fuck me, need it so bad, please–” he begs, and you coo at him as your fingers slip under his panties, once again finding the plug he has nestled inside. He lifts his legs, holds himself under the knees to make your task easier– and it’s effort on his muscles, but what has he spent so much time building them up for if not this? 

“You’re ready for me to take it out?” you ask, watching him carefully– he certainly seems eager enough, but you don’t want there to be any unpleasant surprises. “Ready, ‘m ready, do it please,” Changbin pleads, desperate to feel you inside– he wants it, needs it, more than he feels he can vocalize; but he’d certainly try his best if you asked him to. 

You kiss him sweetly, shove his lace panties to the side as much as you can manage too and swallow his whines as you slowly and carefully pull the plug out of his hole. You put it on his desk, but it rolls right off, hitting the floor with a dull thud– not that he cares about it right now; he’ll retrieve it later. All he can think about is how empty he feels now, but how deliciously your fingers will replace the feeling, and make him full again. 

He prepped himself well, was diligent in his use of lube– but you still want to get your fingers plenty wet and slick before you try to slide them in. He watches you bring two of your fingers to your mouth, utterly mesmerized by the way they disappear into your mouth, how shiny they are with your saliva when you pull them out. 

You spit on them too for good measure when you’re finished coating them, and he licks his lips as he stares at your fingers– again, he wants, wants, wants. You notice it, of course you do– the blatant yearning in his gaze, how he licks his parted lips once more, how he practically drools as he stares.

“Want to help me get them wet, sweet boy? Want them in your mouth?” you smile as you ask, amusedly tilting your head. “Or was it me spitting on them that you liked? Should I spit on you too?” “Both, please, want both,” he answers in a hurry, utterly shameless. “Is that so?” you ask with a grin that sends a shiver down the length of his spine.

“Open your mouth for me Binnie, show me your tongue,” you instruct, and he complies obediently, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue for you. He moans when you spit on it, and again when you press your wet fingers into his mouth. He closes his lips around them, diligently swirls his tongue around your digits before he sucks.

He gags when you press them in further, the tips of your fingers brushing against the back of his throat. His eyes water, saliva pools in his mouth and dribbles down the corners, and it’s so utterly entrancing that you just have to praise him. “So good for me, Binnie’s such a good boy,” you coo, and he keens as he quickly nods his head, as if to say ‘I am! I’m a good boy for you!’

Changbin almost wants to whine when you slip your fingers out of his mouth, but then you slide your slicked fingers over his waiting hole, and all he can do is gasp and whimper. “Mommy’s gonna fuck you now,” you tell him, voice so saccharine it makes his head spin– he still can’t believe this is really happening, but he’s so happy that it is. 

He jolts when you easily slide two of your fingers inside, his cock twitching against the lace panties still holding it down. There’s very little resistance thanks to the plug that was in prior and how slick he and your fingers are, but you still take it slow, carefully watching him for discomfort. Ultimately, you sense none– all he feels his pleasure, licking over every inch of his body.

“Look at you, you take it so well,” you praise as you watch your fingers disappear into his hole, and he whines as he watches with you. He whimpers loud and pretty when you curl your fingers into his spot, his head falling back as he bites his lip. He’s trembling all over, he’s seeing stars behind his closed eyes, he can hardly breathe when you start to thrust your fingers expertly in and out.

“Feels good, Binnie?” you ask him, and God, it’s so hard to speak like this, but he does his best for you. “F-Feels so– so good, mama, Binnie feels so good,” he cries, jolting again when you spit on his hole, adding more to the wetness so you can easily add a third finger. His breath catches in his throat when it’s fully inside, his eyes rolling back as he gasps and moans.

Your eyes travel to his cock, twitching and throbbing where it lies neglected, pre-cum still steadily leaking from the tip. You stop moving your fingers for just a moment, sink to your knees and lick at his cock over the lace still containing it. “O-Oh, mommy– oh my God–” he gasps as he lifts his head back up to look at you. 

It’s such a dirty sight, and he can hardly handle the way you stare back at him through your glasses. His back bows off the desk when you start moving your fingers again, that moan that follows obscenely pornographic. He feels so hot, body trembling, thighs twitching– he’s already so, so close. “‘m gonna cum,” he whines his warning, his hands desperately grabbing at his desk as he feels his orgasm build deep in his stomach, “Please, can I? L-Let me cum, please mama–”

He whines when you stop, his impending orgasm ebbing away as you rise back to your feet. You grab his face, make him look at you before you resume the motion of your fingers– and when you squeeze his cheeks, he knows what to do. He opens his mouth for you, sticks out his tongue, obedient and eager. 

He moans when you spit on it, swallows it like the good boy he is and opens his mouth for more after. “You’re so dirty,” you comment, letting go of his face to slip your hand into his panties, and wrap your hand around his cock. You spit in his mouth once more, now fisting his cock to the same rhythm of your fingers thrusting inside and hitting his spot. 

His eyes roll back as he swallows it all, a steady stream of whimpers leaving as his toes curl. “Mommy, I-I’m–” he trembles, release so close he isn’t sure he can hold it back; he'll try if you tell him to, but– “cum, gonna– gonna cum, please, I can’t– mama, please–”

“Let go, sweet boy, cum for me,” you urge him, and he wants to thank you– but it hits him so hard, all he can do is cry. You can continue to stroke him through it, his cum releases in thick spurts, coating your hand and soiling his panties. You don’t stop until he starts to writhe from the oversensitivity, gently releasing his cock and sliding your fingers out of him as he lies breathless against the desk. 

His eyes are closed, heart racing as he lies limp, utterly exhausted from the intensity of his orgasm. You look to the floor, find the tissue box that previously rested on his desk and grab a few to clean your hand up with, as well as gently wipe away the cum that seeps out of his panties. 

Changbin smiles at you sheepishly when you wipe the sweat from his brow, and kisses you after you help him sit back up. “Are you thirsty?” you ask him, rounding the desk to retrieve your bag from your chair. You pull out a water bottle, and he accepts it graciously, thanking you after he takes a few big sips. You both giggle when he tries to stand, but quickly realizes he’s still wobbly in the legs, so you help him get dressed too.

He can't help but give you another shy smile as you help him smooth over suit, giggling happily when you kiss him afterwards. He knows he’s still fairly debauched– after all, his face is still impossibly flushed, his skin is still running hot, and there’s lipstick marks all over him that can’t easily be wiped off with a few tissues; but he likes it. 

He just hopes that no one made the decision to pull some over time– it’d save him a lot of embarrassment leaving the building if you’re the only two left. But speaking of leaving.. “Uhm– Y/N,” he calls you timidly just as you both finish re-tidying his office, and tilt your head as you hum in question, giving him your full attention. “Will you– will you have dinner with me?” he asks, the faded blush returning when you beam a smile at him.

“For business or pleasure?” you tease him, and he huffs as you giggle. “Pleasure,” he replies meekly, hoping you’ll come home with him after; he’ll return the favor then, do everything he possibly can to make you feel as good as you made him feel. “I’d love to, Changbin,” you tell him, giving him one more kiss before you link your hand in his; and he smiles at you before you leave the building together hand in hand, with the night still young and so much more fun still to be had.

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Look At You .:. Seo Changbin .:. 10/09/2024

Genre : Smut Pairing : Submissive!Changbin x Fem!Reader Warnings : Sub!Changbin, Dom!Reader, Riding, TINY BIT of mxm because Hyunjin kisses Bin at one point, mention of Bin questioning his sexuality.

Notes : This post is shorter bc of me being sick, so I do apologize on behalf of that. Thank you for reading if you still choose to do so. It's rushed, it's messy. But I did my best.

Kinktober Day 3 of 10 : Virginity/Body Worship w/ Changbin

Next Post : 10/11/24

You'd walked into the party fully expecting the looks drawn your way; Your witch costume was revealing, scandalous one might even say. And you'd expected the subtle brushes of hands against your rear as you walked past people or the sighs of admiration when you spared someone so much as a glance. What you didn't expect was your best friend to be wearing nearly the same damn costume, only.... pink.

"I lost a bet." Was what he had said, cheeks red in embarrassment. His latex bodysuit was paired with a matching set of bunny ears sat atop his head - fishnets drawn down muscular, thick thighs and a stupidly cute matching pink pair of converse topping it all off.

"Playboy?" You questioned, crossing your arms and letting your eyes drag over Changbin where he stood. He visibly shifted, shy at the feeling of your gaze stuck to him like glue. Though to be real - who didn't want to look at him? "It's cute. Suits you."

"Don't you think?" He nods in reply and looks down, smoothing the latex against his skin. It was... curious to see someone so masculine in such a revealing bunny suit - but definitely not something you didn't want to lay your eyes on. "It's even pink, too."

"Did you pick it out or did the guys?"

"The guys." He confirms, broad shoulders shrugging as if to say 'I didn't really care' even though he most likely would've thrown a fit had it not been the pale pink it was.

You hum. "Mm. Well it looks great on you." Too great, almost.

-

Great enough in fact, that you'd been all over Changbin since then. The night continued on - the two of you sharing drinks, talking about the other boys' costumes, dogging on Seungmin for the collar he wore. The two of you had moved from the kitchen island to the wall and then the sofa, promptly plopping down with your drinks and relaxing back to continue talking. Yes, it was a party - and you should be smoking or dancing or making out or something, but talking to Changbin was enough to have you thoroughly entertained; Partly because you got to keep looking at him in the tight pink latex, a prominent bulge apparent between his legs. Not protruding too far out but - very thick.

"Um."

His soft awkward vocalization catches your attention and you look up. Your friend's eyes are hazy with alcohol and want, drawn downward in a dark stare at the way your hand sits so close to his hip. You'd rested your palm on his thigh while talking, drawn into the conversation but also just the way he looked. He'd made no move to push you off, but it was clear he was growing a bit shy about it all. "Your hand is..."

"Is this okay?" You question, tone soft and sultry. Lazy with alcohol flooding your veins. "I can move it if you want."

"Oh you can move it." Changbin giggles with a hint of want in his voice, teeth sinking into his plush lower lip. He watched as your hand pushed further in towards his center, cupping his cock through the latex to feel little to nothing beneath - other than the fishnets. Your palm massages down against him and he sighs out, body slowly slumping back against the sofa.

Your head tips in interest, body shifting so you could sit on your knees - your drink long forgotten on the end table. "You like that, baby?"

And he's quick to nod, eyes shutting soon after. He can't find it in himself to keep his eyes open - the pleasure taking over his already clouded mind. And he's happy, although hesitant and a bit embarrassed, to let you touch him. But when your fingers curl in the latex to pull it aside, he jolts a bit and peers over at you. His eyes flush red.

"I've never.. done more than touching. And not out in the open like this..."

You pause, watching as he fumbles to get out that he's never really had sex before. Your heart melts at his sweet sentiment, at how precious he looks in the moment, before you lean in to kiss him and he fumbles yet again. He's murmuring against your soft lips, asking if it's really okay before giving in and letting his tongue glide over yours with practiced ease.

You only pull away once he's relaxed again, melting into the couch and letting you crawl atop his thighs. You make sure to shield most of his body from view of anyone who could be watching - though most people are either too drunk to care or already making out with others on their own. "I'll take care of you, pretty boy."

And he knows you will. He trusts you. Every worry melts away; every care about people seeing. He just wants you - only you - and he's so desperate to feel your touch that he's rutting his hips up as you tug the latex aside. Expecting a pleasant view - you get just what you want.

His cock, thick and heavy, lays against his stomach. It strains against the soft material of the fishnets and you have to take a moment to find your phone, taking a quick picture of the sight before you as he whines. It's just too pretty - the white fishnets over his flushed cock, so desperate for you.

Then the worship happens, and he really doesn't know what to do. He's flustered the entire time - the way you run your hands over his body atop the latex, caressing every inch of him, every soft dip of his tummy and sides. Your hands grope at his biceps, admiring the muscle before leaning down to place kisses over his skin that makes him shudder and whimper under his breath. He feels his body tense, back arching up off of the sofa as his hands meet your hips.

Your hands slide lower, gently hooking in the top of his bunny suit to tug it down just enough to attach your lips to his chest. And he grovels at the way you suck on his nipples, puffy and pink and now bruised with the way you nibble and suck on them.

His eyes jut down when you move again, pulling away so you can tug your own bodysuit to the side; Only you're wearing nothing underneath. He sighs at the sight of your exposed center - the way your fingers drag through your folds, collecting your pretty wet slick only to smear it over the tip of his cock and make him whine.

Changbin shudders. He bites back into his lip, thinking you'll just sit up and maybe grind on him a bit - but no.

He watches as your fingers curl in the fishnets and you grip tight, pulling to each side so they rip open. It shreds with ease, exposing his cock completely and making him gasp in surprise. He shakily removes his hands from your body, curling into fists against his chest as he watches you sit up and slide right down on his cock like it's nothing.

And he's in shambles. He's trembling from the get go, lips parted and puffy from being bitten. He's shaking, carefully jutting his hips upward to try and chase the warmth of your walls each time you pull off of him so ride his pretty pink cock. And you're shaking, too - given how thick he is and how the stretch simply aches, your walls pulsing and hot around him.

For a bit, with you riding him, Changbin forgets that you're both in the middle of a Halloween party. That you're both exposed to his best friends and your sorority sisters.

Until he feels hands on his shoulders that definitely aren't yours.

He gasps out and tips his head back to look up, eyes wide and glossy with first-time tears. He's met with the sight of the prettiest boy he's ever seen; a long time friend and potential crush after realizing he may be a little into men as well...

Hyunjin chuckles out, very clearly intoxicated but excited at the sight before him, leaning down to be closer to the man splayed on the couch. Long fingers run down the older's shoulders, pushing the top of his bunny suit down once more to pinch and play with his nipples - getting him to whine all over again while you ride him. And Hyunjin's happy to entertain and tease Changbin about his -- well... previous virginity.

"So cute," he coos, hair falling over his face as he leans down to capture the man in a kiss so heavy that it's got Changbin moaning right into his mouth. He's embarrassed by the spit that drips down his chin when Hyunjin pulls away, though the worry is thrown out the window as he watches the younger man lean in to kiss you as well. Quicker, softer, a giggly-smiley exchange of tongues as Hyunjin coos at you a congratulations and good job for 'popping Binnie-hyung's cherry.'

Maybe it's the sight of Hyunjin kissing you - maybe it's the way your walls tighten down on his cock each time you sink down fully onto him; but he pops pretty shortly after. And again, he's shy, his ears flushing a heavy pink at the realization that you'd let him coat your gummy walls in his cum - thick and hot and heavy, leaking from your slit as you pull off of his cock.

It drops back to lay against his stomach, his tip muddy and red, still gently spurting ropes from his slit. He whimpers out a soft moan, wanting you back on top of him but too shy to ask for it and too out of it to really form words.

"Don't worry, angel." Your voice lulls to him from his side where you sit close, hand rubbing soothing motions over his chest so he relaxes once more. "We're not done yet."

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Train to nowhere | S.Changbin

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader (from 3rd person perspective) Summary: a meeting with a stranger on the train, nothing will go bad, right? It's a train to the hereafter anyway... Genre: angst(?) Warning: mention of suicide and description of death(detail). If you're uncomfortable, please don't proceed. Word count: 1.8k words a/n: I kinda rambling on the last part, I'm sorry :') and I hope it makes sense

Standing, between the busy crowd in the waiting station, she was solitude herself from other bustling silhouettes in the train station. Footsteps and loud chatting were all echoes in her ear as she made her way toward her designated platform, hands gripping ever so tightly onto the bouquet of white roses…that she didn’t remember getting from where. Unnoticeable, she would sniff the flower occasionally, inhaling the fresh scent. Intoxicating and addictive, weirdly it reminds her of someone’s scent. She grabbed the locket watch hanging on her neck, checking the time.

8 am…the train will be here.

As she stepped onto the last slap of the stairs, the train arrived with a loud screeching as it stopped at the station. Never late, never early; someone told her. Her blue sky dress blew from the gust of wind. The train door slid open and a masked man stepped out, glancing directly at her. A rabbit mask, what a cute option. Noticing it, she instantly walked to him. The masked man had stretched out a hand, palm open as if asking for something from her. She took the train ticket and a rose, handing it to the man while flashing a thin smile.

Don’t fumble on your ticket and get inside quickly. The conductor hates those who waste his time.

The door shut behind her and she immediately went for a seat. The train's interior was unusual; flowers and bushes grew on the train's ceiling and some on the floor as well, and the seats were positioned strangely; some were facing each other and some weren’t but she didn’t mind much. It was her fate to be here. She settled down beside a man, who appeared somewhat more normal for her than the other. Some passengers aren’t human-like, some cover their faces with an old piece of newspaper, some have a feature of art in a museum or completely cover their heads with a white cloth.

The man wore a white tuxedo and was holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand. What a contrast from her roses. The train began leaving the station in a blink. The scenery in the front changed, and the clouds had changed; to a mix of pink and white. There were houses on the edge of a cliff, unstable ground to build a house, tall trees and chirping birds were all she witnessed throughout the ride…and eyes, different in sizes and irises, just staring at the passengers inside.

If you see the eyes, ignore them. They’re purely watching. They won’t harm you as long as you’re on the train.

The ride was quiet with her gaze stuck on the window, watching every endearing scenery pass them until the man spoke up.

“Weren’t you scared by the eyes?” His voice was soft and low as if his voice would disturb any passengers. She turned to look at him and shook her head.

“Didn’t they say that the eyes wouldn’t harm us as long as we stay inside? So why should I be scared?”

He lightly chuckled and smiled, a tender smile that she swore she saw somewhere. The same goes for his scent. Ever since arriving at the train station, every memory turned blurry. She couldn’t pinpoint what was happening to her. Normally, she would freak out at everything she saw currently but she didn’t, she was calm…?

“What’s your name? I think we should know each other before we stop at our destination.”

“You know it’s not a good thing to get to know a stranger on this train.” he hummed nonchalantly, showing the dimple on his right cheek.

“I know but both of us are ‘ordinary’ so why not? I’m Changbin” A sigh escaped from her lips. A recognizable face and name.

“I’m Y/N”

“Such a rare name, I like it-” Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to another seat when a person with a newspaper on his face approached them, who seemed like a new passenger. About three seats away from them, they sat back. She glanced at the person but was immediately turned away by his hand gently.

“Don’t look at them. They will take your eyes to replace theirs.”

Well, the man knew more than her. Their gaze stuck on each other before she hung her head low, feeling awkward with their new seat; a seat that faced each other and the quick stare they shared. He giggled, realising her action and watched outside, where a night funfair was happening. He could see visitors with faces glitching out, walking with their family or significant others. Any emotion was invisible so Changbin didn't waste his time, guessing their feeling being in there.

How long he'd been on this ride? He never figured out where he was, or what kinda of world he was in.

“You can raise your head now, I’m not looking at you, Y/N."

Slowly, she raised her head and leaned on her seat comfortably, seeing Changbin had turned his gaze elsewhere. As time went by, bit by bit, his company was enjoyable, it got rid of all the oddness that occurred on or outside the train but she couldn’t help being curious about his real identity in her mind. A strong connection between them, friendship or lover, whatever, she was sure he was someone important in her life. Spending their leftover time talking, her mind failed to piece the puzzle together, nothing is vivid unless that night's memory.

The train stopped at a station. She stood up, dusting her dress.

“Thank you for being my company throughout the ride. It was my pleasure to meet you, Changbin.”

She picked a rose from her bouquet and placed it in the middle of Changbin’s bloody red roses. Changbin emerged and did the same to her bouquet. The two exchanged a tender smile. He lends her his hand.

“I’m stopping here too. Let’s go together and get your justice” She accepted his hand and left the train.

“You are not a murderer, Binnie. I’m sure they would hear my explanation.”

“So you remember. I hope what you are saying it’s true, baby” He kissed her knuckles and proceeded to walk toward the building - a school building where he’s gonna have his trial. A trial that determined his final fate; punishment or chance.

Flashback to the day they die

Changbin stormed up to the stairs. She clenched her jaw and grabbed his arm, causing Changbin to haul his arm.

“CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP AND HEAR MY EXPLANATION, CHANGBIN?!?!”

“I WOULDN’T! HOW COULD YOU AFTER EVERYTHING I DID.”

Plates were smashed, mirrors were broken, and shouting and crying echoed in the apartment, in the middle of the night. Both of them didn’t show a sign of breaking the fight, too busy feeding on their egos. As in losing in an argument means you are weak.

“I swear I never did that. Why would I kill your best friend?! You know it’s so stupid of me if I ever did it.”

“But the CCTV showed it was you! You weren’t in the house that night also! I have enough evidence to prove it was you.”

She scoffed, tears streaming down her cheeks. After 6 years, this is all she got? Her husband doesn’t trust her explanation. Right, his best friend matters more than her.

“I went to my grandma’s house that night. You can ask my mother if you want proof. Please, Binnie, believe me. We've been together for 6 years, how you not trust me?”

She stared at him, eyes brimming with fresh tears. Her heart just shattered at how easily he’d accused her of such murder.

“Just said it was you! I’m tired, Y/N. I’m tired of being accused of cooperating with you to kill her.”

“For a thousand times, bin. I didn’t do it. What's so hard about it to trust me?!”

“Y/N, I beg you please admit it you did it.” He grasped his hair, frustrated over the situation. The whisper in the back of his head didn’t help, it dishevelled his mind even more.

She was jealous…that's why she did it

She was envious of her beauty and life

She was envious that his best friend got all of his attention

The whisper said, dragging him to the valley of lies.

“I DIDN’T DO IT!!”

Banging from behind the door caused the argument to come to a quick halt. Both of them snapped their heads towards the door. She looked at Changbin, lips pressing together and shook her head in disbelief.

“The police are here. They're gonna take you out. Let’s end it a good way.”

She clenched his shirt, shaking his body forth and back violently, begging him endlessly so he trusted her.

“JUST FUCKING ADMIT IT!!”

With that final shout, he pushed her from the stairs out of frustration. The air thickened with a palpable sense of dread as the body tumbled down the staircase, limbs flailing helplessly against gravity's relentless pull. With a sickening thud, she landed at the foot of the stairs, a crumpled heap of broken bones and shattered dreams. What left behind only a haunting silence and the bitter taste of tragedy.

His eyes trembled out of horror, a scream or shout left his mouth, too stunned by the scene at the end of the staircase. Her head snapped to the side as a scarlet-coloured liquid poured down from her head down to the edge of her white dress, soaking it red. Her hand quivered as she endured the impact of the fall before the final air was released from her lips.

“W-What the hell did I do?!”

No no no no, Y/N. He killed his lover…the one he’d made vows to protect and love until their last breath. He dropped to his knee, mourning. All the regrets devouring him, eating him. He should investigate it again before blaming her. He is an asshole for that.

An asshole for not giving the promised love to her,

For not paying attention to her

And mostly, for ignoring her for the past weeks

He's the one who should be blamed.

Why did he accuse her in the first place?

Tch, right, his title and dignity as someone everybody looked up to were more important than his wife's feelings.

“You're a fucking idiot, Changbin.” He smashed his head into the walls until it bled. He lost his mind as he kept smashing his head, over and over again, repeating the same word ‘stupid’ and ‘asshole’ to himself as the bagging on the door became louder. The image of her last countenance and words were repeating in his head.

He felt something poking his thigh, a sharp object. He pulled it out, it was a knife….

Taking a glimpse of her dead body below him in his blurry vision, he pointed the weapon at his neck. It was living alone in guilt forever or burning in hell because of his abrupt action.

White roses mean innocence,

Red roses mean strong love,

But putting those together,

Will reminds him of the day he killed her.

Hello!!!

Hi, I'm Limone

I write for Stray Kids.

Ther will be fluff, angst, smau, smut, drabbles, headcanons...

Please send me request! I'm so excited to write for my boys!

Stray Kids everywhere all around the world!!!

I'm here to find a fic again=))

It was a ot8 x reader fic. Reader was in need of money so she part took in a reality show about dating name red lights. She was the main character of the show, the other participants was ot8 and they all knew her.

Please drop me the link should you come across it!!!

cuddling skz headcanons—

genre: fluff

warnings: none

written by: 🥺 + 🐝

relationship(s): bang chan x reader/ lee know x reader/ changbin x reader/ hyunjin x reader/ han x reader/ felix x reader/ seungmin x reader/ jeongin x reader

bang chan

you two would lay with ur head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you

would probably smell like soap and vanilla and oh man you'd fall asleep SO goddamn fast

chris isn't a great sleeper so he'd probably just lay with his eyes closed and listen to your breathing

would probably smell ur hair lets be real

minho

he's basically a cat in that he likes affection on his terms and his terms ONLY

catboy minho rights

idk would probably just do it unconsciously??

like he'd fall asleep next to you and snuggle into your side

DO NOT move if you value your life

changbin

very into skinship

he's tiny but he loves to be big spoon

loves to be close to you so would just like,, hold u rlly tightly and tangle ur legs together

he'd also be the type to tickle you a little whilst giggling

but he's vv strong so like,, there's no escape

(good luck)

hyunjin

loves lying with you on ur back and him laying on top of you (rip)

would love love LOVE it if u played with his hair bc its gotten so long recently and it'd be sososo easy

he'd hum and sigh contentedly until he fell asleep

would probably whisper "baby?" every now and again and every time u ask what he wants he just wouldn't reply

his breath on ur neck is vv tickly (is that a word idk) but you cannot move so uhhh yeah have fun

jisung

DEFINITELY little spoon

no i do not take constructive criticism

would take ur hands and hold them to his chest

would make cheesy jokes about his heart racing whenever ur near him

twist around every now and again to ask for a kiss and if ur asleep no you're not❤️

he would nudge you to wake u up like "i want kithes😡😡"

felix

you guys cuddle facing eachother

but he loves skinship so he'd hold ur hands and play with ur fingers

would probably fall asleep quite quickly and you would HAVE to admire him bc i mean,, look at him,, it's lixie,,, he's gorgeous

you'd probably count his freckles and he'd giggle and tell you that it tickles

but if he's super tried and trying to sleep he'd be like "stop clogging my pores dude and gO TO SLEEP"

seungmin

would let u lay on his arm

he'd most likely run his hands through ur hair then cup ur face

probably listens to music to go to sleep (and by music i mean day6)

so you'd share a pair of earphones or airpods or whatever and he'd probably sing along quietly

which, in itself, is literal heaven

i love seungmin bye

jeongin

lil baby wants to be the big spoon bc he's a MAN

LOVES it if u wears his t-shirts/ hoodies so would just give it to you like "wear this ☺️☺️"

he'd snuggle up against ur back and nuzzle his face into ur neck

which would make u giggle and the lil shit would just do it more

but we love cuddly jeongin in this household