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MANIAC #3: Seo Changbin (Extended Preview)

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📜4.5K words (preview) 📓Explicit, Upcoming 🖤Changbin x (afab) Reader 🪐Hitman!Changbin 🏷️Angst, Smut, Dark, Psychological, Crime 🚨Story warnings (some of which do not pertain to this preview): Murder & murderous intent, stalking, implied desacralization (sexual acts taking place in an abandoned church), dom/sub dynamics, severe agrexophilia (borderline exhibitionist tendencies), cuckolding, guided masturbation, slight dacryphilia, mild throat fucking, brat taming (more like battle of the doms), hair pulling, praising, marking, strength kink, verbal degradation, overstimulation, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel.

Living proof that principles maketh man, yet has no moral compass. Keep your hands off what's his unless you're an adrenaline junkie seeking a near-death experience. Hitman Seo Changbin.

[...]

And there you were. Lurking under the dim lights of the bar, exactly matching the description given to Changbin, the perfect doppelganger of the reference photos he had of you, and honestly, way too fucking beautiful to die. So much so that all Changbin could think about was it was going to be such a shame to erase your presence from this world. His brief was simple.

Just insinuate that you wanna fuck her brains out, and the nympho's gonna be ready for you to do the job.

He would love nothing more than to get his assignments over with within a matter of hours as requested, but what did the clients know anyway? Just because you had money to burn didn’t mean you would have the deed done in a rush. This wasn’t fucking express mail, and it certainly wasn’t how Changbin operated. He had to legitimately study for this and familiarize himself with his targets first to do a clean job. You could never trust these clients when all they saw was red, especially if shit went south. Ergo, all the more reason for a first-hand field trip. Ain’t no fucking way anything could be traced back to Changbin for whatever amount of Benjamins. Not in this lifetime.

He observed you in his peripheral vision for quite some time. Unlike his instructions, however, the direct approach didn’t seem to be working on you. You weren’t even fazed, your attention fully on your camera and a bunch of cocktails in front of you. Either Changbin’s client didn’t know what the word really meant, or there might have been something else going on here.

"Hey there, dollface."

"Beat it. I’m not interested."

‘This’ is the alleged ‘nympho’?

He observed, observed, and observed some more until he witnessed the fifth person you turned down, each more bluntly than the previous, apparently because the aggressiveness of the addresses increased from dollface to a two-syllable dayum. Changbin couldn’t help but eventually chuckle to himself, managing to draw your attention to him.

"What’s your fucking problem?"

"Don’t have one," he casually replied still smiling, "Just enjoying the roastfest."

You eyed him from head to toe to confirm whether this was another asshat with an ulterior motive. Oh, he had more than ulterior motives alright, but anything and everything could change within a matter of seconds. 

And you didn’t need to know that.

"What are you doing here all by yourself?"

"Hosting a roastfest for the entertainment of the masses apparently," you derided.  

"I meant what’s up with the camera?" Changbin explained himself further, "I’ve never seen a person taking videos of cocktails instead of drinking them before."

"Content for my channel," you answered without looking away from your camera.

"You’re in social media?

"Yup. Half a million subscribers and counting."

A content creator with a large following. Definitely grounds for immediate suspicion if you were to suddenly disappear one day.

"I know it’s unsolicited, but a portable halo light would do wonders to the colors of these cocktails. I’m assuming your viewers are supposed to get a craving for these, no?"

Your eyes indeed retorted a loud ‘Nobody asked’, but you at least appreciated this man making an effort to make a job-related comment rather than aggressively coming on to you.

"Do you always calculate stuff to excruciating detail like that?"

"Of course. I live for to-do lists," he slurped on his drink, "If you don’t have a plan, then plan to fail."

"Is that so my guy?" you turned to him with a sarcastic smile plastered on your face, "What’s on your to-do list for tonight?"

Changbin answered with zero hesitation.

"You."

He was smiling at you with a demeanor far from sleazy. It was the calm seductive confidence that was laced with just the right amount of cockiness that got under your skin. Not to mention a man looking this fine gently caressing your ego like he was scratching under a cat’s chin to get it to purr loudly for him.

"If you’d be kind enough to grace me with a name, of course."

"Direct. I like that in a man," you extended your hand to him for a shake, "Y/N."

"Changbin," he took your hand to place a gentlemanly kiss on it, "Very pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Likewise," a smile dripped from the corners of your mouth. Maybe chivalry was not dead after all.

"Wouldn’t have guessed, though. I was under the impression that you got someone waiting for you to come home." 

"That’s kind of you to think that really, but I don’t even have a pet waiting for me."

Huh.

"Surely you wouldn’t be out just to mess with mere mortals like me, would you?"

You cocked a brow at him, "If that’s your fancy way of asking if I’m indeed single, yes I am. Why is that so surprising?"

Either you had mastered the art of controlling your microexpressions, or you were really telling the truth. In Changbin’s experience, the odds of the latter being the fact over the former were massive.

You… were single. Since when, though?

"It’s just… I saw how you shut people out earlier when they were direct with you. I just assumed you were either taken or maybe very recently single considering…" Changbin pointed at the number of cocktails in front of you.

"If the past year counts as recent, then yes. It takes a special kind of fucked up to get me to fall in love," you declared, "and in my defense, that’s not what direct means in my book. They were just flat out cheesy. I don’t like it when people try to camouflage their confidence problems with nauseating nicknames."

Changbin was a little confused over the facts disclosed to him. None of his clients felt the need to provide misleading information before for whatever reason. Yet, all he could think about at that moment was that you were up for grabs no matter how briefly.

"So you’re into elegance, huh?"

"You could say that," you downed one of the cocktails, "I do have a thing for rawness, but it’s the delivery that matters. You can still be crass with me if you think you can pull it off with class."

Interesting. You were a very interesting woman, indeed. Strong notes of intelligence. Independence. Confidence. Not an easily disposable self-proclaimed princess, for sure. Nothing like Changbin’s usual encounters. He leaned back in his seat.

"Which means you’d be down to suck me off when I’m going 120 miles per hour in the wrong lane."

You were surprised by the sudden obscenity Changbin decided to adorn his sentences with. It felt… ticklish for some reason. You snorted trying to cover up that tinge of embarrassment. 

"Where the fuck did that come from?"

"Because that’s the only right way to die, wouldn’t you say so?" Changbin stated matter of factly, "Microdosing heaven in that mouth before I burn in hell for all eternity."

The embarrassment shapeshifted into faint arousal upon his words, threatening to aggressively escalate. 

"A born sinner who likes fucking on the go," you eyed him from head to toe, "Gotta hand it to you, you got taste, thrill junkie."

Changbin briefly fixated his gaze on your lips and responded, "My hunch tells me you’re not the biggest fan of regular, either."

"Your hunch would be correct," you pointed at him, "I don’t like vanilla. Never have and never will, and if you call me cutesy stuff, I don’t care if blue balls give you a stroke, I’m bailing on your ass."

Changbin cackled over your choice of words, "Duly noted. What would be your ideal place to fuck then?"

"Everywhere we shouldn't," you shrugged and downed the second cocktail, getting Changbin’s lips to slightly part.

Fascinating. You were simply fascinating to him.

"God, you’re such a hardass," he ended up chuckling, "I fucking love that in a woman."

You tilted your head with an alluring smile and got up on your feet. The way you were slowly getting closer to him tensed Changbin’s muscles a little. You just wanted to reciprocate the sentiment, but you had a specific target in mind to execute that. You spoke softly in his ear.

"I happen to get turned on by men who have a thing for hardass women."

Your lips hovered over his neck and Changbin could feel your breath condensing on his skin, causing him to close his eyes with a gentle exhale.

"If you kiss me there, I won’t take responsibility for what happens next."

"So that’s your kryptonite," you ghosted your fingers around his neck and smiled in his ear, "Is that a fucking threat?"

"It’s whatever you wanna take it as, sweetheart."

Oh, he was good, but two could play that game.

"Weren’t you fucking listening to me the first time? I hate cutesy nicknames," you placed the gentlest of kisses on his neck.

And Changbin fucking snapped.

You felt a sudden tight grip around your wrist and Changbin’s tone of voice deepened, matching his eyes having already transformed to five shades darker.

"Cut the sass. I’m betting everything I own you’re dripping right now."

And that was your kryptonite.

If there was one thing you hated more than someone thinking they could trap you by getting smug with baseless confidence, it was them getting all gooey with you just because you were a woman. As if that freaking defined what you enjoyed or what your needs were. You were pretty comfortable with your switch tendencies, yet when someone, not to mention someone looking like that got firm with you… And when you noticed you could mentally corner them by defying their colossal dom egos…

"Shall we see how bad you want me right now? This is a place where I shouldn’t touch you, after all, isn’t it?"

Sparks. Fireworks. Fucking arson waiting to happen.

"Shall we, sweetheart?"

Changbin slowly pulled you closer to him to shelter you in the safety of darkness, hiding you from any prying eyes, your back facing the crowd behind you. He slid a finger down your pants at a torturous pace, riddling your entire body with anticipation. You caught yourself trying to calculate how much longer it was going to take until he basked himself in your wetness.

Sooner than you expected, apparently.

Not only did Changbin make it to your clit, but he passed by it to make his way all the way down your entrance and sank his finger inside deliciously. Easily. Eliciting a groan out of him for he didn’t meet any resistance whatsoever.

"Fuck."

"Looks like I have my answer," he spoke on your lips, adamant about not giving you any kind of contact you were dying to feel on them. He took his hand out of you to show you the coat of paint on his middle finger, glinting under the dim lights. You took it inside your mouth with your eyes glued to his, simulating how you would clean him off with slow but strong sucks, no matter if you were in the wrong lane or not. Changbin couldn’t resist the urge to devour your lips any longer, not giving a single fuck about who was watching.

"Live on the edge of pleasure with me for one night, baby. Just one night. I promise it’ll be worth it."

"Nothing I haven’t heard before," you nonchalantly responded, unnecessarily satisfied over how you managed to get under his skin, "You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep."

"Maybe I have reason to be that confident."

"I don’t do vague, thrill junkie," you threw your arms over his neck, "Tell me one thing I can expect from you. Something you could put your money where your mouth is."

Changbin brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered into it loud enough to be audible in the murmur of the crowd. You weren’t sure whether it was his breath licking your ear or his words that were inducing those intense tingles all over your body.

"Toe-curling satisfaction. Is that specific enough for you?"

Changbin loaded so much intention to every single thing he uttered that you could legitimately cum just by his words alone.

"It’s all about the enthusiasm someone induces in you, don’t you think?" he filled his lungs with your scent and continued, "And you turn me on so fucking bad."

You literally felt that last drop causing something to overflow inside you, and found yourself grabbing his hand to drag him outside.

"Let’s get the hell out of here." 

It all happened in the blink of an eye. You getting in a cab, going at it in the backseat, not giving a fuck about the soft porn you were putting on for the driver, making it to Changbin’s place, knocking over everything on the way until you passed the threshold of his bedroom… So much need. So much passion. 

For some mindboggling reason, this felt way too familiar. To both of you. Like you’d been there before. Like you’d done this before. Like you were about to fuck your soulmate’s brains out for the umpteenth time.

Maybe this was how people found their other halves in modern times. Who knew?

"Are you going to strip for me, or do I fucking rip your clothes off of you?" Changbin panted into your lips, already swollen from being assaulted by his relentlessly. You knew he was waiting for an answer and it was gonna test his patience when you kept your silence. You didn’t take your gaze away from his lips.

"Look into my eyes when I'm fucking talking to you."

"You’re so cute to think you can make me," you sneered.

Changbin was used to this. Everybody thought they could run that mouth when in fact everybody ended up being put in their place. Because sometimes not so deep inside, they wanted to. On an ordinary night, this would be nothing more than a mere workout for him.

But tonight was no ordinary night. 

He tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled it back. His motive was to establish dynamics, but he didn’t really expect you to actually like it.

"Ah, fuck!"

"Oh, you’re asking to be my pet. You wanna be my pet so bad, don’t you? Fucking shivering all over."

"You wish."

"I’m used to getting whatever I wish, sweetheart."

You got rid of each other’s tops at lightspeed, and Changbin immediately pulled your face in for another needy kiss before you could have a moment to appreciate that magnificent chest. It was like he was trying to kiss his way into your soul. You had never felt this desired in your goddamn life before.

"Fuck me till I can't remember my own name."

"Didn’t take you for a sub at all, sweetheart," Changbin derided while taking your pants off.

"Don’t call me that."

"I’ll call you whatever the fuck I please."

He was losing his sanity one touch at a time, smearing himself on every single inch of your skin like he was trying to mark his territory.

"God, I want you so fucking bad. Get up for me."

"Don’t fucking tell me what to do."

Changbin stared at you so intensely that you felt your soul getting pierced.

"Oh, but I will. Don't even act like you don't fucking love it. You just need the right man to sweep you off your feet."

He grabbed your hands and pulled you towards himself at one go.

"You need me."

Changbin brought you to the edge of the bed and got up to his feet to unbuckle his belt.

"Here’s another to-do list item for you. We’re gonna train that throat tonight."

He finally flashed that delicious girth that was leaking precum and getting you to salivate in the process. You had no other thoughts than wrapping your lips around him. 

"On your knees now. Open up for me."

You did exactly as he said, and when his cock finally met your tongue, the contact sent a shockwave through Changbin’s body, getting him to groan at the contact.

"That’s it. Look at that perfect mouth full of me. You’re passing with flying colors, baby."

He was already having a really hard time trying to control his enthusiasm, but he eventually couldn’t hold back anymore and started fucking your throat with languid thrusts.

"Too much? Is it too much?"

You shook your head in response, which got Changbin to break into a satisfied smile.

"Of course not. Making me so proud tonight. Nothing but a star student, you fucking goddess."

That address… 

You couldn’t help squinting your eyes and moaning on his cock. Loudly.

"Oh, so that’s what you like, huh? You want me to worship you? Obsess over you every waking minute of every day? Because I fucking will."

Fucking hell. Yes, please. Let’s race each other to see who will crumble the other fist.

You started hollowing your cheeks for stronger suction, basically trapping Changbin inside your mouth. The way his eyes were rolling back was getting you all kinds of riled up.

"Jesus, do you want me to choke you? Is that what you want?" he grabbed a fistful of your hair again to guide your movements, "Suck it off real good for me now. Like we’re going full speed in the wrong lane."

He held your chin up to make you face him and looked straight into your eyes.

"Like you’re trying to get me to fall in love with you. I wanna fucking die in that mouth."

If that didn’t get you to lose your damn mind… Who the fuck talked like that when they were getting head?

"Oh, fuck, harder. Suck harder baby, FUCK!"

You finally got to taste him. Warm, thick squirts of fluid spreading on your tongue, on your palate, clinging to the aftertaste of the strawberry margarita you had earlier, and creating a bittersweet concoction in your mouth. It was getting you drunker. Changbin unleashed himself on your lips to get a taste of that mix, caressing you all over in the meantime.

"Arch that ass for me now. Up all the way."

You turned around and laid facedown with your knees under you, exposing yourself to him in full glory. Changbin hissed at the sight.

"Look at this curve. So fucking perfect," he landed a light smack on your ass and positioned himself to face your pussy.

"What the fuck kind of a man am I if I don’t go to town on you, huh?"

"Oh, fucking GOD, Changbin!"

The way he dragged his tongue between your sopping wet folds was everything, eating you out with absolutely no manners but with unmatched appetite while squeezing your ass and thighs.

"Fuck my life, why are you so fucking creamy? Are you trying to make me lose it?"

"Please don’t stop."

"Behave."

He thought he was punishing you with those smacks, when in reality, all they induced was delicious moans falling from your lips.

"Oh, she likes that. She likes that a bit too much."

Changbin flipped you around with one swift movement to pay some much-needed attention to your aching core.

"God, you’re so fucking tasty. I’m gonna munch on this clit until I get you to fucking cry."

"FUCK! PLEASE!"

"Clench for me when I push my tongue inside, yeah?"

This guy fucking knew what he was doing. Those lips were absolutely made for eating pussy and if this was a sport, Changbin would be an Olympian considering he already looked like one. Teasing, licking, sucking, getting you absolutely soaked in his mouth like you were made of sugar and he was trying to see how fast you would melt.

"So close. Please, SO CLOSE!"

"Hm?"

"I can’t hold it."

"You wanna cum?"

"Yes. YES! I can’t-"

"Cum and see what happens."

He fucking dared you to orgasm. Changbin pinned your legs down, gently spread your lips apart, and started going faster on your clit, fucking ravishing it like he was racing against time. Even when he got you to snap, drowning in moans of sheer pleasure, he didn’t stop, knowing damn well how sensitive you already were.

"Too much. Please, too much!"

"Don’t care. Cream me again."

He was swallowing everything his tongue came across. Your cum mixed with his saliva, your natural lube already secreting for seconds, but because he refused to dial down the pace at any capacity, Changbin forced another orgasm out of you while actually managing to get you to cry out of overstimulation. 

"Oh, so pretty. Look how fucking pretty when she cries." 

He climbed over you to place soothing kisses on your face and began what could only be dubbed as a ‘Think Straight Test’.

"Do you know what day is it today, baby?"

"Th-Thursday."

"Tsk, not good enough. Turn around for me. On fours."

You barely managed to roll over, still far too gone over your previous orgasm. Changbin rubbed his flushed cock against your entrance for some lubrication for himself and slowly pushed in.

"Oh, god."

"Fuck, too tight. Someone needs to be stretched."

The tightness felt so good around him that Changbin inadvertently threw his head back, relishing every single inch he was conquering inside you until he bottomed out. When started moving, it was obvious he was trying not to do anything rush not to blow right then and there.

"Tell me how good it feels, baby. Tell me how much you want me to wreck you."

"So good, fuck! More. Harder."

Your wish was Changbin’s command. He picked up his pace just a measure and started pounding into you with rougher movements.

"I wanna scream your name. Tell me your name again."

"Y/N."

"Beg your pardon?"

"Y/N!"

"Not good enough," Changbin tsked again in disapproval, "You can still remember it."

He started going a little faster, resolute to get you to eventually lose your mind. If there was one thing he noticed that night, it was how much it got to your head when he talked to you.

"Can’t believe how perfectly you fit around me. Fucking look at this," he squeezed your ass, "Nothing but a pretty cocksleeve. I’m crushing so fucking hard on this pussy."

A little faster. A little harder. A little louder. You finally began falling into pieces under him.

"Are you finally fading?"

"Changbin…"

"God, you’re making me go insane. Fucking insane. I think I’m actually falling in love with you."

For some reason, a completely raw, almost animalistic grunt ripped from your throat. The map Changbin needed to follow started appearing before his eyes.

"No, come back to me. I'm not done with you yet."

He flipped you over again to inhale your lips once more, covering you in rushed kisses everywhere, and finally placed your legs over his shoulders. You fucking loved how he was able to move you around so easily however he pleased.

"You’re gonna take it now, yeah? You’re gonna take it for me until you're full, then until you’re empty," he aligned himself with your entrance, and held your gaze captive in his again.

"Until I get that last drop out of you."

"FUCKING HELL, CHANGBIN, PLEASE!"

It was incredible how this man didn’t know how to stop, getting you to wonder how much was actually enough for him, if at all. Changbin was ruthless. Relentless. Stubborn. Either his way or the highway. Probably in the wrong lane.

"FUCK, what good is this pretty cunt if my cum’s not leaking out of it? I wanna take a picture of it and make that my fucking wallpaper."

Both of you looked at the nightstand when your phone started ringing. The call was from a private number and whoever that was kept calling you over and over again.

"Is that your ex by any chance, sweetheart?" Changbin maniacally laughed, "Answer it. Tell him you’re about to get creampied." Then he increased the intensity of his thrusts like he was trying to distract you from focusing on that incessant ringing.

"Tell him you’re getting your sanity fucked out of you. Tell him you belong to someone else now."

A little faster. A little harder. Much louder.

"You’re mine now, you know that, right?"

A little faster. Much harder. Much louder.

"Kinda wanna go down on you every fucking night. Kinda wanna claim you for myself over and over again."

Much faster. Much harder. Much louder.

"You’re fading, right? You can’t think straight anymore."

The ringing sound finally evaporated and so did your visceral awareness. You were having trouble registering what time it was and where you were like you were trying to make sense of a dream. The exact moment Changbin noticed that was much more satisfying than getting his soul sucked out of him by you.

"What’s your name, baby? Tell me your name. Tell me who I’m gonna worship from now on."

If you could, you would. The only thing you were able to perceive was how full you were feeling and that Changbin was about to crash both of you into a fucking eighteen-wheeler in the wrong lane.

"She’s gone. My fucking goddess is gone now. Ready for me to hit that. Oh, I’m gonna hit that so fucking hard, baby."

That wasn’t hard before?

"FUCKING-"

"Claim me, goddess."

"Fuck, pl- Changbin, please."

"I’m yours. Mark me as yours."

You couldn’t even moan anymore. The only sound you were able to produce besides your incessant begging was grunts. You sank your nails in his perfect biceps and dragged them all the way down his elbows, effectively pushing Changbin to his maximum limit of pleasure. 

"FUCK YES! More."

"Go harder. Fuck me into this mattress."

"You want harder? Call me your baby."

"Faster, baby."

"So fucking beautiful. Mine."

"Baby, please."

"Milk it out of me. Come on, clench for me."

"Please!"

"Fucking clench. Cream on this cock, goddess. Do it for your man."

"JESUS FUCK!"

You held onto Changbin like you were bracing for impact as you experienced the most brutal orgasm of your goddamn life, soaking him, his sheets, and quite possibly his mattress by the end of it. All Changbin could think about while fucking his cum back into you was what a fascinatingly magnificent being you were. He said that to everybody he laid his eyes on merely as a move, but never did he entertain the idea of actually living on the edge of pleasure with someone. This was the first time he got to indulge in that, the first time that he wanted to please someone beyond the realm of the ordinary. You were indeed something else.

"You’re such a special kind of fucked up," you hysterically laughed once your sanity crept back in, still trying to catch your breath, completely spent on Changbin’s bed.

"I’ve been told that’s what gets you to fall in love," Changbin smiled flashing his beautiful dimples of his. It wasn’t really apparent whether he was joking or not, but you didn’t mind. Neither of you did. It was that same feeling of familiarity again. Like you’d done this before. Like you just fucked your soulmate’s brains out for the umpteenth time. He couldn’t help the urge to drown in your lips one more time.

"Just so you know, we’re not done training you just yet," Changbin declared while brushing your hair away from your cheek, "There’s so much to study for."

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i know it’s soft hours but i wanna ride channie so bad :(((( wanna be praised for being a good girl, taking his cock so good :((((((((( wanna put my hands on his chest and have his hands on my hips while he kisses my neck :((((((

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"Is that nice?" Chan whispers, lips ghosting over your neck.

You hum, threading your fingers in his hair. "Th-Thank you," you stutter out, struggling to focus with his leaking cock stretching you out so nicely.

"Thank you?" he questions before pressing a wet kiss to your skin. "You thanking me for fucking you, baby? Hm?"

"I—I..."

"Shhh," he soothes, hands stroking up and down your back. "Relax... my good girl, aren't you? I got you."

Your lips part as your eyes flutter, letting your mind blank and trusting him to look after you. He always did. His thighs flex a little under you as he lifts you slightly off his cock before letting you sink down again.

"You're so perfect for me," he mutters, keeping his lips so close to your skin they brush against you as he speaks. "My perfect girl, yeah? Mine."

"Channie," you gasp as his fingers press into your hips.

"Mm?"

"Do.. Do you mean it?"

He lifts his face from your neck so he can look you in the eyes as he answers. "Yeah, sweatheart," he whispers. "I mean it, promise. Perfect."

As you press your hands to his chest, he helps you rise off him and then sink down again—once, twice, three times. "You think you can take a little more?" he breathes against your lips. "A little harder?"

You nod. "Please."

He groans, throwing his head back for a second and then leaning forward so he can bury his face into your shoulder. "Gonna make you feel good," he mumbles.

I exceeded my crackshipp limits

Yeah that sounds about right

The only question that remains now, is how long it’s gonna take before they announce that James Cordon’s gonna be in the Wicked Movie. Because, of course he’s gonna be. Fun times.