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Changbin X Black.FemReader

Expecting ♡

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: Sweet & Cute, Pregnancy, fluff, Non-Idol Husband.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): Accident, concussion

𝗔/𝗻: Little disclaimer, sorry for putting my two sense in. I don't know what it feels like to be pregnant, nor do I ever want to. I know there's probably alot more than feeling "heavy" in pregnancies that I didn't talk about but I just wanted to write a cute little fanfic.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 550 ♡

Your husband's hands in yours, fingers intertwined with yours. Eyes locked in on you. Binnie rests between your legs, planting a kiss upon your small baby bump.

You sighed, reassuring your husband that you're fine. Though it wouldn't change the current situation, especially after your accident you had not too long ago.

Imagine this, you on your tippy-toes, on the top of a stool.. Attempting to reach into a high cabinet to get something. Changbin had just gotten home to see you struggling to reach for something. "Hey ba–",he gasped seeing you,"Dearest please! Get down!"

"Welcome home binnie!" Was the last thing you said before crashing down off of the stepping stool. Now he was holding you like he'd never let go. Not like you could, his weight was shifted on you a bit.

"Binnie, Im okay. I promise." He gently sets his chin on your large belly, his eyes glistening as he looking up at you. "Y/n, you can't do reckless things like that. You're extremely fragile in this state."

"Binnie, I know. Im sorry for scaring you."

He kisses your tummy again, pouting too. "You should be. You need to start letting me do things for you."

"Okay, okay..I hear you." 5 months pregnant, and you were still having fall accidents. It was the 3rd time and Changbin was not having it. Though it was cute how he was guarding you and your belly. You almost saw ears and a tail, you and your imagination.

He looked at your stomach, then you..then down at your stomach again. "Does it hurt?", he asks. "No, it just feels heavy."

"Really? Thats interesting.." His hand letting go of yours to touch your belly. Caressing it,"When you deliver...I'm going to buy you anything and everything you like.. Hell I'd even buy you a whole—" Changbin froze, his eyes widened as he gazed back up at you. And your eyes back at him.

"Did you—?"

"I did...", The baby kicked, a little foot imprinted on your belly. Surprising the both of you. "T-Thats us..",Changbin stated, sniffling as his face turned pink displaying his bashfulness. You sighed hearing him,"Changbin you're not going to cry are you?"

"I might..", he smiles tearfully looking up at you. Your hands cup his cute, round face. You giggled,"Baby, cry for what? Hm?"

"I don't know. I just...You're so beautiful, we'll be a family of three soon..." His eyes were a little watery, watering as if they were small rain clouds. You thumbs gently sweeping his tears to the side and off of his face.

"Hey..Changbin, please don't cry. While I do love your many emotions, it pains me to see you in distress."

"Y/n? Distress?",he shakes his head. "No, never..I have no right to be distressed at the moment. Especially while you're the one creating and carrying a new life—". He pulls himself up to kiss you,"Im crying because I'm happy Silly."

"Oh! I understand.",You softly giggle.

"Y/n hun, No more falls...okay?"

You nervously laugh,"Yes, I promise."

"Good, now, have you eaten?",he asks. Of course he wasn't surprised when you said you hadn't eaten yet, but nonetheless he was ready to serve you.

"Alright then gorgeous, Let's get you some food. Whatever you want."

Written December 14th

hello 🤗 saw that yours reqs are open and i was thinking about a anxious reader that can't sleep and is tired and changbin calming and lulling them to sleep

hello lovely anon ! ooo this is a good request. i didn't know if you wanted reader to be feeling anxious about something in particular, so i just did general worry and anxiety. enjoy <3

insomnia - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader

summary: you're struggling to fall asleep due to anxiety, but changbin is there to help.

genre: fluff, non-idol! au, comfort, reader struggles to fall asleep, mentions of anxiety, slight mentions of a panic attack

a/n: comments are appreciated <3

The night is cold.

Everything is perfect; outside is quiet, immured in the sheath of a late-night sky, there's no traffic outside the apartment, and the lights inside are off. The bedroom is dark, and at the perfect temperature. The hum of the AC sends cooling waves of chilly air over the room, contrasting with the warm duvet.

But you can't sleep.

Tossing onto your side for the fifth time, you huff frustratedly and almost whack Changbin in the process as you shift. He's fast asleep next to you, his face lit only by the dimmed purple and green lights emitting from the gaming setup in the corner. The bedsheets are tangled round his bulky frame, muscly arms splayed over your waist. His jet-black hair fans out messily against the stark white of the pillow. His mouth is slightly open, and he's lost in the deep, dreamless sleep of the utterly exhausted. He'd had a massive day at work, and had come home late at night and gone straight to sleep after quickly eating. He hadn't moved since collapsing onto the bed.

In the dim lights, you can just barely see him, and you pause to gaze at his face, highlighted in muted tones of violet and lime green. He looks so relaxed, so at peace.

You wish you could feel the same way.

Your brain is wide-awake, but you feel absolutely shattered. The anxiety and worry gnawing at the lining of your stomach isn't helping much either. A million thoughts race through your head, swirling and zooming and cluttering your mind. The storm rages and thunders until all you can hear is the deafening rush of your worries drowning you in a tidal wave of uneasiness and apprehension.

Turning to lie on your back, you gently pry Changbin's arm off your waist, laying it carefully by his side. You trace a little pattern on his arm before pulling away and clenching your hand in a fist by your side. The last thing you want to do right now is wake him up.

Blinking to try and clear your mind, you try to think of a logical solution to your worries. But it's like your rationality has ceased to exist, throwing you further into the raging storm. No matter what you do, it doesn't feel like it'd help at all. You think you've run through almost every possible but useless solution to your problem by the time the LED clock on the bedside table hits midnight. Nothing is working, nothing will help.

Exhaling harshly through your nose, you throw off the duvet and shiver as your bare feet hit the cold floor. You tuck the blanket into the crook of Changbin's arm so he doesn't feel your absence in his sleep. You hear him grunt softly in his sleep and tug the blanket closer.

Once you're sure he won't wake up, you creep to the window and sit down on the floor, leaning against the wall. The night is cool and serene, and you close your eyes, envisioning yourself becoming part of the night sky, a symbol of peace and tranquility. You shiver again, more intensely this time, as the cold begins to seep into your bones beneath your thin nightclothes. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you take a shaky breath, trying to keep it together.

Why can't I just fall asleep? Why can't I stop worrying?

The more you question yourself, the more your anxiety increases. It peaks and takes a firm hold of your mind, gripping it and squeezing until all that is left is a mess of uncontrollable chaos and jumbled thoughts. You don't even realise when your breathing begins to speed up and you cover your mouth, desperately trying not to make noise. The storm thunders wildly in your head, pounding and raging, and you feel yourself falling into the deep abyss, perhaps forever. Never to be found again, like a sinking stone at the bottom, of a deep, dark, cold, lonely ocean.

It's too much it's too much it's too much-

You feel a pair of strong, warm arms wrap around your torso. You gasp like you've been lifted out of the ocean you were drowning in. Changbin's arms are a life ring, floating you back upwards, helping you break the surface with a heavy, gasping breath that makes you slump into his chest with a choked sob.

"Binnie," you cry weakly, clinging to him.

He shushes you gently, rocking back and forth with you in his arms. His big, warm hand rubs soothing circles on your back as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, hushing you and carefully bringing you down from the panic.

He keeps gently rocking like that, and you close your eyes against his chest, relishing his warmth. Your tears stain salty tracks down your face and seep into the material of his shirt, but Changbin doesn't mind. He kisses your forehead lightly and whispers an "i love you" in your ear before picking you up gently and taking you to bed. The warmth of the bedsheets and the heat from Changbin's body as he tucks you into his chest slowly lull you to sleep.

The storm finally settles.

a/n: for anyone who has anxiety or similar conditions, feel better ! i tried to write this as accurately as possible, and i based the panic attack off a personal experience i had. everyone's different but i hope this helped. thank you anon <3

omg how about artist!reader trying to teach changbin how to paint/draw, would be so cute!! idk but when i draw i love to make au of me with my friends, like spidersonas, or tlou yk? do as you wish 💥

hey anon ! i love this, as an artist myself i would be so excited to teach any of skz how to draw/paint (aside from hyunjin ofc, he's so great at it lol) here you go love <3

sunflower - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader

summary: you decide to try and teach changbin how to paint

genre: fluff, non-idol! au, crack, reader is the artsy type, changbin tries his best lol

a/n: comments are appreciated <3

"Binnie, that's not how you hold the paintbrush-"

"But I like holding it like this!"

You sigh and fight a smile as you reach across and attempt to adjust Changbin's grip on the paintbrush. He's holding it in his fist, all his fingers curled around it, a bit like the way a murderer would hold a knife.

Hopefully he doesn't end up trying to stab anything with it, you think. That brush was really expensive.

Changbin whines as you take the brush out of his grip and show him how to hold it, swiping a few experimental strokes of red against his canvas.

"Like this," you say, handing it back to him.

He pouts but does as you say, attempting to swipe across the canvas just like you showed him. He manages to get the hang of it, his eyes widening. He laughs, the sound bright and surprised.

You laugh. "It works better like that, doesn't it?"

The bedroom floor is scattered with canvases, watercolour paint palettes, a box full of mismatched acrylic paint tubes, and various other artists' paraphernalia. You had pulled out the box of all your art stuff from the cupboard earlier, intending to paint for the afternoon. Changbin, who was bored, had coaxed you into letting him join you.

Now you both sat in the dappled sunlight filtering into the bedroom from the large window. The light cast a mahogany glow over the floor and the mess of various paints and watercolours seemed to reflect their bright colours onto the far wall in haphazard, colourful strokes and patterns. You and Changbin had a large canvas each, set and propped against the bed. Subconsciously, you realised too late that it might not be a good idea to paint near the bedsheets, but Changbin didn't seem to mind, so you let it go.

Your canvas was covered in varying shades of pastel greens, browns and yellows, a bouquet of sunflowers tied with a red ribbon. You were quite proud of it, having spent about an hour painting each individual petal of the sunflowers. It looked great.

Or better than Changbin's, at any rate.

His canvas was a mess of vibrant blues and pinks, two messy stick figures in the middle painted in thick strokes of black. One was taller than the other, and you smiled at his messy depiction. A drip of blue paint hit the floor, followed by a drop of pink. He'd put so much paint on his canvas it was all beginning to slide off. You hurriedly set your brush down and adjusted his canvas to lie down on the floor to prevent any more mess. Sitting up on your knees, you surveyed his canvas. Tilting your head, you looked at the man sitting beside you.

"What is it?" you asked gently, so as not to upset him.

Changbin grinned, a smear of pink on his cheek curving upwards as he smiled. He kissed your temple, then looked down at his work, obviously very proud. He laughed.

"It's us."

a/n: we love artist changbin ✊

Hellooo!! I say your requests open and wanted to ask a changbin fluff basically remember the interview where he said he only uses body lotion on his face and the others were disguised? I want him to be in a relationship with the reader and for the reader to show him a few skincare products and do it in him xd the girlfriend effect is reall

that interview made me laugh so hard lol. the others' faces were priceless. also, i don't have a particular order for reader's skincare routine so yea. here you go, anon <3

lotion - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader

summary: you're doing your skincare, and decide to try it on changbin too

genre: fluff, non-idol! au, crack, skincare stuff, changbin tries to eat hand cream, not proofread please don't come for me

a/n: changbin, if you're reading this, please, for the love of stay, get rid of the body lotion

"Binnie, please don't eat that.."

"But it smells so good!"

You sigh for the fifth time and swipe the bottle of strawberry-scented hand cream out of Changbin's grip. He whines and flops onto the bathroom counter before climbing onto it completely. He plops down and surveys you, your face glowing with different products under the bathroom lights. You pick up your intense moisturizer and begin rubbing it into your skin gently. Changbin watches in fascination and slight irritation.

"Bunny, you do this every night," he whines. "Why can't you just skip it and go straight to bed?'

You sigh before picking up your acne cream and dotting it over your face.

"Because I want my skin to look really good."

Changbin pokes your cheek, smearing some of the cream. He surveys his fingertip with slight wariness before wiping it back onto your face with a grin. He doesn't respond this time, having given up n trying to persuade you to skip your skincare routine for the night.

Come to think of it, you haven't really seen your boyfriend using many skin products. While your side of the counter is scattered with different bottles, serums, and face creams, his side has hardly anything. Just a bottle of moisturizer, his shaving stuff, and his toothbrush. You glance at the bottle of his moisturizer before picking up your antibacterial facial serum. Focusing on your reflection, you lean closer to the mirror and carefully dispense a few drops of the serum onto each cheek. Changbin blinks in confusion.

"What's that for?"

You chuckle before setting the bottle down and using gentle motions to rub the serum into your skin.

"It's to stop breakouts on my skin," you pick up the bottle and show him, grinning devilishly as an idea pops into your head. "Do you want some?"

-

Ten minutes later, you've finally coaxed Changbin off the counter. You're now sitting in his spot, and he's standing between your legs, looking up at your face as you rub multiple different products into his skin (with some difficulty).

"Binnie, stop moving, you're going to spill it everywhere-"

"The body lotion works just fine though-"

You bonk him gently on the head with the tube of scented face cream you're using. A giggle escapes your mouth as you readjust the fluffy pink cosmetics headband on his head. Picking up the serum you were using earlier, you begin dispensing it onto his cheeks, rubbing it into the skin. He sighs and closes his eyes, his previous complaints forgotten. Setting the glass dispenser and bottle onto the counter with a small clink, you reach down to pull open one of the drawers and pull out a tube of chapstick.

Uncapping the tube, you carefully twist the bottom before applying it to Changbin's mouth. He pouts exaggeratedly, making a stupid face, and you laugh, leaning backwards.

Several things happen very fast.

Your head hits the mirror behind you with a small thud, making your hands fly to the back of your head. Changbin's hands go to your head too, concerned, checking you over for injury. You're both still laughing until you lose balance and grip the edge of the counter to steady yourself, knocking over Changbin's singular bottle of body lotion onto the tiled floor. The lid snaps off with a dull crack and the bottle bounces across the tiles, sending reverberating sounds echoing through the bathroom, mixing with your laughter. You stop laughing suddenly, smile fading.

The moisturizer is everywhere.

Changbin throws his head back and cackles. Some specks of the lotion have made its way onto his face, and onto yours too. There's a massive, sticky, vanilla-scented, puddly mess splattered over the tiles. Changbin turns to look at you.

"Oh, well," he says, still laughing. His eyes are crinkled at the corners.

You blink in shock. "I swear, Binnie, I didn't mean to- my hand, it just-"

Changbin cuts you off with another high-pitched laugh, smirking cheekily.

"Guess I'll have to use your lotion instead."

"No!"

a/n: comments, likes, reblogs appreciated <3

imagine reader and changbin going out to get some icecream and the rain gets them soaked bc dindt seem that it was gonna rain at all, and they just go all the way home laughing their ass off all wet

awww this is like a scene from a movie <3

ice cream & rain - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader

summary: you and changbin get caught in the rain

genre: fluff, non-idol! au, crack, extremely fluffy, not proofread

a/n: comments, likes, reblogs appreciated <3

"Binnie, careful!"

All you get in response is a manic, high-pitched cackle from your boyfriend, who's currently skipping down the high street, narrowly avoiding poles and other mundane obstructions. He looks like a child; some onlookers glare at him, some look at him strangely, and one particular lady pulls her child away, as if Changbin is high on something dangerous and illicit.

It definitely looks like he is.

But you don't care; he's happy, and you're happy, and you laugh before running to catch up with him. Linking your hands together, you both make your way down the street, cheerful birdsong and the noises of the city swirling around both of you. Changbin slows down eventually to a walk, and his panting is audible as he leads you down a street to a familiar shop. Changbin bursts inside with a confident, self-satisfied smile, making the bell above the door jingle.

The ice creamery is filled with mismatched pastel furniture and pretty, sweet-themed decor lining the walls. The checkerboard tiles underfoot clack as you and Changbin make your way to the ice cream selections, pressing your hands to the glass like hungry children (which you both are, in a way).

The man who runs the shop tuts at you both, swatting your hands off the glass with a tea towel. He rolls his eyes playfully and walks away, and Changbin lets out another loud cackle. You and your boyfriend come here so often now that even the shop owner knows you. You smile at the familiarity of the situation, a pleasant warmth settling inside your stomach at the realisation.

"Which flavour do you want?" an excitable voice snaps you out of your thoughts. Changbin is grinning and his hands are back on the display glass. The shop owner mutters something about cleaning the glass with a haughty smile on his face, but Changbin doesn't seem to hear. He's looking at you expectantly, still grinning, eyes almost shining like the sunlight that's spilling into the little shop.

You pull an exaggerated thinking face and look back down at the assortment of colourful ice cream types and flavours. Changbin giggles and watches you with an adoring smile on your face as you pick out your favourite. He does the same and you both scuffle to pay, Changbin eventually winning and scanning his card. He smacks you lightly on the arm, whining about how 'it's my job to pay, not yours."

You put your hands up in surrender and both of you sit down, eating and laughing with each other. The sounds of your shared conversation echo and reverberate around the small space, and the sun seems to shine even brighter when Changbin offers you his hand to go home.

And then the sun disappears.

As soon as you and Changbin exit the shop, stomachs full of ice cream, the sky opens up and the clouds cluster together and suddenly you're both thrown into a midst of a storm, rain pouring down in heavy, drizzling sheets of frigid, almost numbing beads of nearly-frozen waterdrops. You shriek and Changbin flails, and for a moment you both stand there, the shock of the rain taking you both by complete and utter surprise.

Changbin breaks out of it first. Grabbing your hand, he tugs you down the street in a full-blown run before you both slow down quickly. Neither of you want to risk slipping, and even if you were both willing to run, the rain is so heavy that you can't possibly see. So you both half-jog, half-skip back down the street, shouting and laughing and shrieking at the frigidness of your current environment.

Blinking water out of your eyes, you glance at Changbin. His dark shirt is plastered to his body, face and hair slick with water. His mouth is wide open in a shriek as he accidentally splashes into a puddle, soaking him to his knees. He flaps his arms dramatically, his hand slipping and sliding against yours.

You laugh. He looks like a wet chicken.

He laughs too. Your eyelashes form wet, starlike points and you rub your fingers into them, trying to capture Changbin in your mind like a photo.

Your combined laughter swells and spills out of your bodies, seeping into the cracks of the pavement like the sheeting water. You can barely hear yourself, or him, over the thunderous din of the storm. But you couldn't care less, even if you're both soaked head to toe, and a while away from home. It's just you and Changbin in the middle of the street, in the freezing cold rain. Laughing and shrieking and flailing and being overdramatic. You scream as Changbin kicks water at you, and after you retaliate, it turns into a full-on splashing fight. You scream as a barrage of splashes come your way, wiping water out of your eyes before doing the same to your boyfriend. The sudden realisation of the consequences of your actions bring your happiness to a screeching halt. Grinning, you splash Changbin back before brushing the sensible, rational thought to the back of your mind, forgotten.

We're definitely going to get sick later.

a/n: i smiled so hard writing this

reader x changbin with some angst involving readers birthday (like people forgetting) and binnie comforting them

here you go anon <3 also i couldn't find matching header pics but whatever (don't look at it for too long and it'll be fine)

lamplight - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader

summary: your friends forget your birthday and changbin finds out

genre: fluff, idol! au, angsty, reader cries a lot, sad boi hours, not proofread as per usual

a/n: comments, likes, reblogs appreciated <3 divider from @wonjuii

You huff and slide down the closed door, trying to fight the tears welling in your eyes. The bedroom is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the lamp in the corner, and a cast of warm, golden light spills onto the surfaces in the room.

It's a cool night, it's raining heavily outside, and Changbin is home with you. Your schedules are free and you're off work for the weekend too. These combined things should have made you happy, but instead you felt as if you were the most insignificant, useless person in the entire world.

Unimportant, unappreciated, unloved.

You can hear Changbin pacing down the hallway, muttering something frantically to himself in Korean. You know he's worrying about whether he did something wrong, and it only makes you feel worse; that he's upset, and that he was trying to take care of you when you got home, but you had shoved him aside and slammed the bedroom door behind you without so much as a hello to him.

You were just so upset about how your friends forgot your birthday and it made you forget about the one person who cared more about you than anyone else in the entire world.

A fresh wave of guilty tears pools up in your eyes and you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs, squeezing your eyes shut as if it'll somehow alleviate the crushing pain in your chest. How could you have hurt him like that?

There's a gentle knocking at the door and you jolt, accidentally slamming your elbow back into the solid surface. Groaning quietly, you cradle your arm in your hand and try to quieten your crying.

"Jagiya?" Changbin asks timidly from the other side of the door. "Please open the door, I can hear you crying."

You sniff and wipe a sleeve across your nose, scrunching your face up in mild disgust at the wet trail it leaves behind. "I'm not crying."

You hear a gentle sigh and the sound tweaks at your heartstrings, knowing Changbin can see right through your feeble, defenseless lie.

"Jagi, I could hear you crying from down the hallway. I didn't mean to make you upset, I just want to hold you. Please open the door?"

You sigh sadly and sniff one more time before crouching and opening the door. Changbin's knelt on the other side, the line of the threshold the only thing separating you two. You look up at him, feeling like a watery, pathetic mess, and all Changbin does is smile softly, the action making your heart flutter even through your sadness.

You lean forward and crash into his arms.

He holds you like that for a while, only moving to sit against the bed with you on his lap. He doesn't say anything, just quietly shushes you and rocks you, stroking your hair and wiping your tears. After your sobs quieten down, you look up at him.

"I'm sorry I brushed you off when I came home, it's just-"

He shushes you gently. "It's okay, I could tell you had a bad day."

You shake your head violently, feeling regretful and guilty. Changbin cups your cheeks with his warm, slightly calloused hands and kisses the tip of your nose.

"What happened, jagi?" he murmurs.

You sigh. "My friends forgot my birthday."

Changbin laughs incredulously, shifting you in his lap and sitting more upright. "Who dares forgot my jagiya's birthday, huh? I want names!"

"Binnie-"

"Jagi, if they forgot your birthday then they're not your friends, okay? Dump them," he settles back against the bed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

You frown, sniffing quietly. "But didn't you forget Minho's birthday a while ago? How come he hasn't dumped you?"

Changbin laughs again, the high-pitched cackle making your mouth tweak at the corners. "Because we're in the same group with the guys," he flexes his muscles, "and besides, I have appearances to keep up with."

You giggle and lean against his chest. Changbin leans down and kisses your forehead, speaking quieter but with a grin.

"Speaking of Minho and the guys, they're coming in half an hour to celebrate, so go and get dressed and look all pretty, okay? I bought you something, it's hanging on the back of the bathroom door."

You shoot bolt upright in disbelief.

Changbin simply grins. "Happy birthday, jagiya."

a/n: awwww

hello~ i dont usually read reader x idol as parents but today i got to see the most beautiful kid in a karate exam and it got me thinking about changbin and reader as parents watching and cheering for their little son in a exam/championship in any sports, with him getting a medal (even tho i think changbin's son would combine perfectly in a martial fighting like karate or jiu jitsu) 🤗

awww, that's cute >< sorry for the wait !

little fighter - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader

summary: you and changbin are watching your son compete at a championship

genre: fluff, non-idol! au, crack, reader and changbin are married, reader and changbin's son does karate, sweat (does that need a warning??)

a/n: divider by @anitalenia

The atmosphere was electric, buzzing with excitement and the scent of polished wood floors mixed with the faint aroma of sweat. Rows upon rows of spectators filled the bleachers, but all eyes were on the mat where several young competitors were busy showcasing their skills.

Changbin sat beside you, his fingers interlaced with yours, the nervous energy radiating from him evident.

“Look at him go!” Changbin exclaimed, his loud, exuberant voice rising above the cheers. Your son, clad in a crisp, white karate gi, looked focused and determined, moving with the grace of someone far beyond his years. Every one of his punches and kicks echoed with the outcome of his hard work and dedication over the years. He stumbled a little suddenly against his opponent, but quickly brought himself upright in time to parry a block. You and Changbin cheered so loud the people in front of you cover their ears (half in annoyance.

“Come on, buddy! You’ve got this!” you shouted, your heart swelling with pride. The adrenaline pulsed through your veins as you saw him land a perfect roundhouse kick, earning an impressive round of applause from the crowd spectating the event.

As the championship progressed, you and Changbin exchanged glances filled with excitement and encouragement. With each passing round, your son fought fiercely, his passion shining through every move. The moment he reached the final match, you both stood up, clapping and cheering louder than before.

“Just a little more!” Changbin urged, his voice thick with emotion. Chancing a quick glance at your husband's hands, you saw that his palms were red. They must have been buzzing with the force of his clapping. Your hands were the same, but both of you paid it no mind.

The match was difficult, both your son and his opponent stumbling more than once, but with one final, slightly clumsy strike, your son defeated his opponent. The referee raised his hand in victory, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Your heart raced as you rushed to the mat, wrapping your arms around your sweaty, panting son as he beamed with joy.

“You did it!” you cried, holding him tightly.

Changbin joined in, lifting your son high into the air. “That was amazing! We’re so proud of you!”

Moments later, he received his medal, its gleam reflecting the pride in his eyes. You both knelt down, beaming with joy as he clutched the shiny plate.

“This is just the beginning, kiddo!” Changbin said, ruffling his hair affectionately.

Your son smiled so hard you thought his face would split in half. Changbin was still ruffling his hair, a thin sheen of the perspiration coating his hand. You wrinkle your nose and laugh. Your son does too, taking your hand as you all walk off the mats. He jumped about and talked excitedly, reenacting moves and kicks.

Changbin grinned, subtly wiping his now sweaty hand discreetly onto the hem of your top.

a/n: YALL I FORGOT THE HEADER, I JUST ADDED IT TO THE FIC TT

Our little angel

"Special goodnight kisses"

Changbin x Female reader

→ Warnings: Corruption kink, Daddy dd/lg, nipple play, dry humping, praising, implied poly!skz.

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It was past midnight, past your bedtime, but you couldn't really fall asleep.

Every night they would tuck you to bed and pass one by one to give you your goodnight kiss before you fall asleep, but tonight one of them was missing.

You heard a gentle knock on the door before seeing it slightly open with Changbin's head popping behind it.

You practically jumped from your excitement and relief thinking he had forgotten you.

He approached your bed and sat beside you cupping your face softly smiling pulling you closer to him to kiss your lips gently.

You smiled back looking up at him with puppy eyes driving him insane every time.

"I really thought daddy forgot my goodnight kiss!" You complained with a pout.

He chuckled as he rested his back on the bed headboard and softly picked you up to place you on his lap.

"I would never forget my baby girl" he reassured you caressing your face softly "I just wanted to make sure I'll have time to show you something without getting interrupted" he whispered in your ear making your whole body shiver.

Changbin was quick to notice your nipples popping up through your think tank top making his desire grow wanting to fulfill all of the fantasies he had with you.

"W-what does daddy Binnie want to show me?" You asked him with your voice trembling with excitement and anticipation.You weren't sure what he wanted to show you or what he wanted to do next, but deep down you were sure you would like it.

"I want to show my baby some special goodnight kisses" he whispered again next to your ear nibbling on it as you squeezed your thighs together.

He laid you on your back and climbed on top of you as he stared a bit at your figure.

You felt so vulnerable underneath him, you were literally a white canvas to him, so unaware of what was going on but looking up at his eyes you were feeling ready to be explored.

Changbin started lifting up your shirt until your breasts were exposed to him.He kept staring at the masterpiece in front of him biting his lip as you kept breathing heavily not sure what to do.

You felt so exposed but you didn't really care.

Changbin carefully leaned down and started leaving small kisses around the skin of your nipples making your breath hitch.

"D-daddy... The rules" you shut your eyes tightly trying to remind him that what he was doing was against the rules that all of you had set in this relationship, but at the same time you would hope he wouldn't listen to you.

"But kissing is fine by the rules, right?" He asked you and you nodded hesitantly even though you were pretty sure that this wouldn't be okay with your other daddies.

Changbin kissed your nipple making you moan softly and grip his shoulders.

That was enough for him to have the green light he needed so he started sucking on your nipple as his fingers were teasing the other one.

"D-daddy this made me tingly!" You whined and Changbin smiled softly removing his sweats to stay with his boxers getting between your legs.

"Go on! Hump daddy like a good girl" he said as he started sucking on your other nipple.

You arched your hips grinding against his bulge furiously, as the feeling of Changbin's lips around your nipple kept making you more and more needy, trying to catch some friction.

He kept sucking and biting gently each of your nipples alternatively as your grinds became harder and harder.

"Daddy!" You squirmed underneath him before cumming in your panties gripping tightly your bedsheets with one hand and his shoulder with the other one.

You kept grinding letting your clothed folds slide against Changbin's tip.

"FUCK— Y/N!" Changbin moaned your name loudly as he started cumming in his boxers, as soon as he felt your folds giving him even the tiniest idea of what your hole would feel like.

He started rubbing your sides softly to help you relax before caressing your hair.

"You are such a good girl for daddy princess" he whispered with his finger caressing your cheek smiling.

You blushed and smiled back at him.

"Thank you daddy! I liked special goodnight kisses a lot!"

He chuckled and lean down to give one last peck to each of your nipples before lowering your shirt.

"Then I will give them to you every night! But you have to promise daddy Binnie that this will be our little secret okay?"

You nodded excitedly, as you noticed him getting up reaching to your drawer.

He pulled out a new pair of panties as he sat at the edge of the bed next to you.

"Up" he said and you arched your hips as he hooked his fingers to your panties removing them and replacing them with a clean pair.

You smiled and blushed once again.

"I love it when daddy is taking care of me!" You said getting up hugging him tightly.

"Of course baby! You are my only princess!" He said pecking your lips "Now you have to sleep baby, it's pretty late" he said as he laid you on the bed fixing the pillow under your head.

You gave him a pout looking up at him and he sighed rolling his eyes.

"Okay, fine, daddy will sleep with you tonight" he said getting on the empty spot beside you wrapping his arms around your waist spooning you.

You clapped your hands in excitement pecking his lips as you rested your head on his shoulder slowly drifting to sleep.

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marred marriage | seo changbin

pairing: husband! seo changbin x gold digger! fem! reader

genre: marriage au, suggestive smut (18+)

synopsis: being so anal about commitments yet choosing to be stuck in a marriage is very confusing for you

warning(s): infidelity, crude language, sexual content (minors dni), mutual masturbation, pet names (darling, baby, babe), lowkey kinda toxic lmao 🫠

word count: 2k

You’ve come home late multiple nights a week without your husband questioning it and you are quite sure that he knows what you are up to.

It was quite obvious too. The engagement and wedding bands both absent from your ring finger. Cheap cologne lingering on your clothes. Wine red bruises blooming on your neck and collarbone.

The week after you got married to Changbin, you continued your lifestyle at bars and clubs as if you were still single. In your book, you were still single and still ready to mingle. After all, you only married your husband for his money and not for love.

Changbin is a workaholic working in the finance sector. He practically lives and breathes numbers. Other than the gym, nothing much happens in his personal life. But he is getting to that age when marriage is always asked in conversation. Many people ranging from his family, friends and coworkers had been urging him to finally settle. He decided that it was time. The man didn’t care for who he ends up with. Just as long as he gets settled.

The big problem is, no one seems to want to stick around for the long run. His dates would end up with the other person just not being interested in him or they have some commitment issues or they just want a quick fuck. The longer this went on, the more desperate Changbin got. He just wanted someone who was willing to stay. Fuck, love is not even the thing Changbin is looking for. Just someone who is willing to stick with him. And he is willing to provide too.

Fun is what you enjoy. Bars, clubs, casinos, speakeasies, fucking around with multiple people at the same time. You have absolutely no desire in staying in a committed relationship. Those were booooring to you. Having fun with different people in the ungodly hours of the night keeps you alive. It was fun. Relationships were not fun.

Your dates never lasted to second ones and it was only Changbin you were willing to give another date. Who wouldn’t want to bag a guy who works at finance?

It wasn’t until the fourth date where you were starting to show disinterest at him. He started bringing up marriage. YUCK. Right when you got up to leave, he grabs on to your wrist. His hold was firm yet not enough to hurt you.

You can sense the desperation from his eyes. “Please just please… I’ll provide for you. You can still live your life. I don’t care what you do. Just marry me… please.”

And here you are now. Changbin’s high rise condo is located at the heart of the city’s downtown. You are nursing a glass of wine on your hand while the other is holding your phone as you complain to your friend on the other side of the screen.

“I mean don’t get me wrong. I love him for his money but I just hate being tied to this marriage.” You take another small sip of wine.

Unbeknownst to you, your husband was eavesdropping on this conversation since it started. You haven’t noticed that his bedroom door was ever so slightly ajar, making it easier to listen in. It was also helpful you had your phone on speaker mode.

“Girl. There are lots of other women out there who would kill to be in your position. He lets you fuck around while still giving you money.”

“Actually. He doesn’t know I’ve been fucking around. Or maybe he does I don’t know. He did say he doesn’t give a fuck about what I do with my life so I’ll take it. But at the same time. You know me. I hate commitments.”

And Changbin does give no fucks if you sleep around or not. It’s what you feel about this marriage that he worries about. Well granted he did kinda coerce you into giving in with his money but he just didn’t want you to leave. He needed another way for you to stay.

Later that night, you were getting dolled up to meet a Tinder date at a hotel. You cover your dress with a trench coat. Just as you were about to head out. You spot your husband sitting on the sofa.

“Going out somewhere tonight, darling?” He gives you a smile. Had it not been for that darling you would have thought this question had no underlying intent.

“I was gonna go meet up with Stacy at this new Thai restaurant that just opened,” you lie.

“Is that so?” He knew it was bullshit.

“I uhm…I thought you would be working tonight?”

Changbin took a gulp of scotch before answering. “Took the night off.” Which was not a lie. He genuinely needed a rest. But he also had plans for you.

“O-kay. I’ll be heading out now,” you say as you opened the door.

That’s when he dropped the big gun. “I don’t care who you sleep around with because baby, at the end of the day, you come back to this home. You come back to me.” You turn around with him giving you the biggest smirk on his face.

You closed the door and took a step forward to him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Shut up.” You gulp. What is your husband on?

Changbin finished his glass of scotch, placing it on the coffee table along with his glasses. Now that you think about it, you haven’t seen him without glasses even after the wedding and well… he looks hot. Why is your husband hot?

He wanted to tease you. He wanted to fluster you and it’s working well so far. “You say that you hate his marriage but you never do anything to end it. You enjoy this life babe. You need me,” he says, as a matter of fact.

“I don’t need you…” Now your face was all tinged in pink. Changbin has always been nonchalant when it comes to your marriage but now, he definitely isn’t acting that way.

“Oh yeah? You don’t need me?” He crossed his arms making his biceps more pronounced. He is definitely teasing you now that you see through him. But what’s frustrating is you don’t understand what’s the point of this thing he is doing. Well. Two can play this game.

“Well. I definitely don’t need you for sex,” you retorted with a smug grin on your face.

“Are you saying that because you’re horny and wanna have sex right now?”

“What?! No! I’m just stating facts okay.”

“Hmm whatever floats your boat Y/N.” And he leaves to go back to his room.

What the hell just happened? Why was he teasing you all of a sudden? He doesn’t care, right? Why did he look so goddamn attractive while flustering you? All these questions swirling in your head like a tornado. Gosh! You needed a glass of water and a moment to compose yourself. You sent a text to your date that you were going to be late.

You needed time to clear your thoughts. But as soon as you were ready to go out of the door again, you heard noises coming from Changbin’s bedroom.

Per your principles, you shouldn’t be giving two shits for your husband. But your curiosity betrayed you and your principles. His door was slightly open and you can hear him moan your name like it’s all he’s ever known. Your hands didn’t hesitate to betray your principles as they push his door open. Curiosity killed the cat because why was he splayed out naked on his bed, moaning your name repeatedly while his hand was on his fat cock? His face contorts from pleasure to that akin to mischief.

Honestly, Changbin thought it wasn’t gonna work. He completely expected you were going to continue with that date. But you were here. His wife was here in his room.

He clears out his throat. “I thought you said you didn’t need me for sex?”

“You think so highly of yourself,” you scoff as you take off your trench coat. ”I’m not gonna fuck you okay.” You slide off your body fitting dress, revealing a pink, lacy lingerie meant for your date tonight. Fuck now you have to cancel out on him. Changbin lets out a whistle as he eye fucks your delicious curves. He can’t help but salivate at the way the lingerie compliments your body. He knew this show wasn’t originally intended for him but can’t he have a little fun with his wife? Technically you are his. And he is yours. The rings and documents prove it.

You slide the lacy panties on the side to give him a better view of your pussy. Softly and gently, you start stimulating your clit with your fingers. As you slide a finger in, you can feel how sopping wet your husband made you despite him not even giving you a single touch. That’s how it’s supposed to be between married couples, right? Satiating each other’s needs. But you hate it. You hate him making you feel this good. You can’t help but drown in this heavenly pleasure. What’s worse is that none of your hookups has ever made you feel this way.

Changbin starts stroking his cock once again. Beads of precum were leaking from his tip. God he was also wet. His face, all red and drenched in sweat. His pecks and torso drenched in sweat. He’s not like anyone you have slept with. He’s fucking beautiful, and you can’t help but speed the movement of your finger inside you, making you let out the most shameless, loud whines.

As if your husband wasn’t any better than you. Changbin’s moans are your new, delicious addiction. You never knew he could sound this delectable. To be fair, you didn’t want to be intimate with him whether physical or emotional in any sort of way but this… this is what you have been missing out on in the past almost nine months.

“Y/N—FUCK!” Him saying your name in such a lewd manner drives you crazy that it makes you insert another finger inside your cunt. You observe him speeding up his movement and the bliss he feels is almost palpable.

“Fuck Binnie keep moaning out my name like that!” you reciprocate as you keep hitting that one spot that drives you insane.

Your husband was not fairing any better. He spread his legs out more as if you’re not already basking in his naked beauty. His hips thrusting the air, wishing he was balls deep in your cunt and that your bodies were pressed against each other but alas this will do for now.

“Come with me?” he asks with pleading eyes.

“Y-yes Binnie!”

Grunts and whimpers float about Changbin’s room as hands work in tandem to pleasure each other despite the lack of contact. The sounds you both make got only louder as you both are reaching the precipice of euphoria.

“F-fuuuck!”

“S-shit shit SHIT!”

You squirted on his carpet and his cum landing on his bedsheet.

Both of you were panting heavily. Changbin keeps his gaze on you while you shyly looked away. What. Have. You. Done. What have you done?

Coming with your husband that’s what. But it’s not illegal or morally wrong, no? In fact, it more than heavily encouraged for married couples to come together.

Your life is a sitcom for all the choices you have made. And this is one of them. You weren’t supposed to have feelings for Changbin, which is once again in accordance to your principles. But fuck your principles when you’re starting to want him. To crave him.

“I uhm I’ll clean up your carpet. Let me get fixed up first,” you say as you pick up your dress and coat. He nods and you exit his room. Your back is immediately met on the other side of his door and you slide down to sit and contemplate your choices.

Shit well that wasn’t supposed to happen at all. You can’t possibly be having feelings for your husband even if it’s just lust. Lust is already potent enough and what more if you fall deeper for him. But it’s not even a matter of if but rather when you fall deeper for him. What. The. Fuck.

You realize that you are utterly fucked.

A/N: Hello! I finally got around to writing once again after 3 months! 😭 Honestly, I planned on immediately writing something after my summer class but it was just so hard getting back into the groove. But I’m so happy I got to post again. I hope you were able to enjoy this read as I enjoyed writing it 😊 Also, I’m considering having a part 2 for this fic so let me know if you are interested in it! Have a great day!!! :D

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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?"

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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."

It's soooo FUCKING ADORABLE💓💓💓

Not really like "you" in this story but like you can clearly see the world in this story like just imagining bruhhh

Yeah, Flowers Follow

You have always been committed to your duty at your mom's flower shop since she got hurt carrying bags of dirt over a month ago. It was mostly just you and the flowers, until he barged in one day, slapped 20 bucks on the countertop and with a passive-aggressive tone, asked: "How do I say fuck you in flower?"

because seo changbin + fluff will always have me in a chokehold. And a flower au? fuck yea, bring it on, babe.

inspired by this pin which I'll link here

edit: omg guys you loved this so much I just couldn't resist making a part two, still, this can be read as a stand-alone, although I hope you guy's like this one as much as its 'second part', which I'll link here

Word count: 5k. Binnie isn't mean, ok? He's just emo and tough-looking. And kinda introverted. fluff fluff fluff. swearing. kinda horny towards the end, but no spice added. Lol

You wiped your sweat from your forehead, rolling your sleeves up with a huff as you took back in your hands a big old water can. You watered the lilies and small ivies that remained outside of the flower shop, quickly waddling back inside for more water.

Your mother was usually the one who took care of Lilac, the flower shop. At first, it had been her and your aunties, but it all flew away after your grandma's passing. You had been young, so much that your memories of the time were mostly made of blurry faces that were not present in your life to this day. Your mom had been okay taking care of the small flowery world she built, but an accident with a heavy bag of dirt over a month ago made you complain. She reluctantly let you handle the store until her back got better, which was coming along slowly.

After watering the plants, sweeping the floor, pruning the bonsais, and preparing the several bouquet orders you had for the day, you ran out of things to do, settling to play some jazzy music while you reviewed your class’ notes as you waited for clients.

Your evening was quite calming. Clients came in like droplets, so the shop never felt too crowded. Most of them asked for flowers for their loved ones, some even speaking about their partners, how they had met, or the dates they were excited to have.

It was cute. You had always been fond of the small flower shop and shared the interest with your mom, reason why you didn't care about taking the lead for a while or doing your homework there. You loved the way the flowers brought people together, and the stories and meanings that they had behind them.

Just as you figured out the answer to that one question you had been stuck on, the bell rang, indicating someone's presence inside. Someone that approached you in a rather passive-aggressive manner.

"How can I say 'fuck you' in flower?"

Words that you had never imagined coming out of someone's mouth —which was something, considering the wide range that your imagination could reach sometimes—.

You carefully observed the man's gestures, who didn't stop scanning the place. Years spent helping out at the flower shop had given you a kind of sixth sense, one that allowed you to easily see through people's appearances.

"Do you have anything in mind, or do you not care as long as it is full of loathing?" You inquired with a sweet smile.

Changbin found himself suddenly falling into the harmony of your eyes without realizing it. You quickly left the books on the shelf under the counter, lowered the music and turned to him. Your eyes rested on his, brown and limpid, to which he adopted a belligerent posture in response, an action that —to his surprise— did not unsettle you. He quickly shook his head, focusing on the anger that remained inside of him.

"Make it striking. Something so colourful that can even hurt to look at." You giggled.

"Intense." He held back a smile, his lips twitching. "One second."

He stared at your figure as you went to the small workshop behind the counter. The feeling that Changbin had at first had nothing to do with what he was perceiving at that time. A pleasant floral smell, mixed with mint and lavender essence filled the building. It wasn't only the exquisite aroma that captivated the man, but the beautiful colourful landscape that that small establishment hid. The white wood decoration made any bouquet or flower pot stand out as if it were the icing on a cake. The large windows allowed a large amount of light to enter, and they gave amplitude to the small place.

It was a beautiful place, but strange. Peculiar, for sure, and it was due to the chromatic order of its flowers. Sorted by colour scale, regardless of the species. The red roses were with the poppies, the tulips with the clivias and the orange jasmines. The ferns, aloe vera and fittonias were also together, despite having nothing to do with each other. The coves, cherry blossoms and hydrangeas shared a common space that at first glance, they should not have. It was a beautiful chaos, but it was still a floral hustle and bustle.

"Do you like it?" You asked sweetly when you came back.

"It's not bad." He replied vaguely. "It's..." Ravishing "...small."

From his attitude and the way he studied the place, almost as if he expected some kind of danger to appear among the pots and leaves, some would say he was not to be messed with, but to you, he looked like someone rather shy and quite sceptical, nothing to do with what he might seem as, considering that tattooed bad-guy build and the killer stare that he carried around. A thought occurred that his somewhat murderous look did not allow him to say what he really thought.

Nevertheless, you could agree with him. Not only was it a small store, but it was a disarray of varieties. Nevertheless, to Changbin, above all, feeling watched all the time was something he was used to, yet your stare felt different, making him feel more goosebumps the longer he was under your eager gaze. He couldn't help it, but when you looked at him so kindly, he felt strange.

He wanted you to stop looking at him.

"Orders arrive on Wednesdays," you mentioned, already arranged behind the counter. "Shop opens at nine, so feel free to arrive whenever. I will need more flowers for your bouquet, so until then, I'm afraid I can't have it. Either that or..."

Changbin interrupted you. He couldn't stand to have those deep-coloured eyes immersing in his own.

"Wednesday is fine." He said in a huff.

You smiled, dimples on display. "Okay! Then as long as you stop by on Wednesday, we can arrange the bouquet. I'll be here, spraying water to the chrysanthemums, alliums and hydrangeas."

Changbin felt his chest tighten, his eyes wandering around your features, your dimples, your lips. He stopped himself, took back his cash almost in a hurry, and left almost as quickly as he had arrived.

"See you then, and thanks for shopping in Lilac!"

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

Wednesday. The delivery truck was parked on the street facing the back of the store to unload the flowers you had ordered for the week.

To your surprise, Mystery —the nickname you had chosen for him, that sounded way better than 'fuck you flower boy'— came back precisely at nine am, and again, surprisingly enough, he wasn't alone.

He looked way more relaxed with his friend, the anger that almost shocked you looking long gone as his features didn't remain tense.

The bell rang as you were preparing the workshop for the arrival of the many flowers.

"Wow, this place is lit." His friend had good taste, judging by what you could hear.

"Thank you!" You mentioned with a cheeky smile, startling both men when you came out of nowhere. "Sorry, the truck’s outside, but I’ll be here in a minute."

You approached the delivery guy, who was opening the truck and setting the ramp so lowering the different flowers wouldn’t be too hard.

“Hey, Jerry!”

A comfortable chat took place between the two, who had met each other several times ever since your mom got hurt.

Inside, another conversation was happening. “Remind me, what are we waiting for, buddy?” Han asked as he wandered about in the colourful building.

Changbin sighed, frustrated at the reminder.

“The boss said something the other day I didn’t like. As a matter of fact, I despised it,” he grunted. “He looked at my desk and saw the bouquet I kept there, the one we got for that other show, you know?” Han hummed, paying attention. Weirdly enough, Seo’s eyes never left the backdoor you had gone through, not even when he continued. “So he mentioned how untidy my desk looked, how disgusting it would look when the flowers died, and hinted that flowers would look way better in his studio. It made me fucking angry. I don’t care if no one likes you that much to give you pretty flowers.” Han cleared his throat, allowing Changbin to return from his hating cloud. “Yeah. Uh. So we’re here to plan his bouquet.”

“Sheesh, I get that. The boss can be such an asshole sometimes.” Jisung mentioned vaguely. “But why nine am?”

Because I needed the excuse to see her. “I want to get this over with. If I’m lucky, he’ll even brag about the flowers.” He smirked, hiding his true intentions.

He suddenly heard some giggles through the door you had crossed. Han arched his brows.

“So you offered to pay for coffee and takeaway tonight for me just so I’d come with you here only to get flowers for the big man? Really?” He said, faking innocence as he settled his elbows on the counter, holding his cheeks in his hands, almost like a toddler.

He gave Han a side-eye. He shrugged. “Give me one more sign, and I might start thinking that…”

Bin covered his mouth. “Don’t. And that also goes to don’t lick it, or I’ll make sure Minho air fries you.”

Jisung lifted his hands, giving up. “I wonder what’s going on back there.” He smirked, teasing.

Changbin didn't want to flutter around you two, but he knew that putting the flowers in the store wasn’t that hard. He clenched his jaw unconsciously.

"If I had known that you were looking for an employee, I would have come running," said the boy, putting his cap back. “If you are looking for more staff, you know where I am.”

"It's very kind of you, but I never looked for anyone in the first place. Mom wouldn’t even dare to accept it,” you laughed. “Also, I wouldn't bother you knowing that you have your own trade. In addition, I get to put my skills to the test, but I can get quite moody sometimes. I bite, you know.”

He arched an eyebrow. "Don't worry about any of that. Working with you would be a thousand times better than distributing flowers throughout the city.”

Maybe it had been how you laughed or the snarky reply he had just heard, but Changbin needed that man to leave. Now.

Your eyes landed on that buff silhouette who entered the inside of the truck. Seo continued to unload the flowers. You tried to finish the conversation, but the guy wouldn’t stop talking while there was a client of yours doing your fucking job. You grew tired of Jerry, and you got up inside the trunk, willing for the man to take a hint and leave already.

Han couldn’t believe his eyes.

"Oh, please don't," Jerry went up too. "I'll take care of moving the plants.”

"Don't worry, it's the last one.” You tiredly smiled at him.

You took the remaining bouquet and got out of the truck behind Seo while the delivery guy wondered when the flowers had been unloaded. You quickly said your goodbyes before you returned to the counter.

"Thank you for lowering the flowers, it was not your job yet you did it anyways,” you smiled shyly as you started preparing the table in front of you with different sorts of labels plus the diferent tools you needed. “Sorry for the wait.”

“You’re fine. Don’t worry.”

Han stared blankly at the man who scolded him singlehandedly every day he was late to the studio just by a minute. He then stared back at you, then at his friend.

No bloody way. Holy shit.

"For your order, I found something the other day I though you might enjoy," your smile widened, your eyes like crescent moons as you handed him a small book.

“Oh.”

It was an old copy of a book that read “The Language of Flowers.”

“Maybe you could search up in the insults chapter if you see any meaning that you think could suit.”

He looked at you and quickly back to the book so he wouldn’t drift away in your eyes like days ago.

“Yeah, fine.”

Changbin was not very talkative, but the bitter tone with which he spoke was unusual. Han could tell, years of knowing the man allowed him to feel a bad mood in the way he communicated. His gaze was more frivolous than usual, and he squeezed his lips as if he didn't want to say anything. Shockingly to him, you noticed and were unable to let it go.

"Is something wrong?" You questioned softly. “Are you upset?”

Changbin hesitated. Han gave him a soft kick where he knew you wouldn’t see it.

“Yes.”

You started slowly writing in the labels before you as he, at the same pace, passed the pages.

"May I know why?"

Changbin cleared his throat. Shit, why was he so nervous?

"That guy was just talking, and that's why I had to do his job,” he grunted.

"I... I'm sorry." You looked down, sounding sincere. “If I hadn't given him a conversation, he would have started unloading the flowers.”

It wasn't true, and Changbin wasn't an idiot. That guy wouldn't have taken his eyes away from you unless he didn't have enough time to finish his shift.

But that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that your voice didn’t sound the same when you talked about this guy. It didn’t sound right.

"What type of flower is a Forget-Me-Not?" Han interrupted, looking at the book, reading past Changbin's shoulder. If he continued like that, Seo may not scold him anymore. For a short time, at least. Maybe a week.

"Oh." You recovered your kind smile, and the knot that had formed on Changbin’s chest untangled as soon as he heard your excited tone as you showed Han the small blue flowers. “They actually import them, from Mexico! Did you know?” You asked no one in particular, the two men in the shop suddenly interested in the topic as you continued to blabber about flowers.

To Changbin, only when you talked about them, your voice seemed less annoying. Even pretty, he could admit —not out loud, obviously—. But he liked it, mentally classifying your sweet tone of voice into “I-would-listen-to-it-to-fall-asleep”.

No one would notice.

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

“Dude. You are like, I don’t know, totally in love with her?” Han said as he took a sip from his takeaway coffee as he entered the recording studio and sat on the sofa.

In his mind, just because he hadn’t paid for it, it tasted ten times better, even though if it was the same he chose every day.

The accusation almost made Changbin spit his own drink. He stared at it, wondering if there could be something in it that could’ve explained why his face felt so hot all of a sudden.

Fuck, was it that noticeable?

“Yeah man, it is really noticeable.” Han smiled, surprised at his silent victory. “You look at her like Minho Hyung looks at his cats. It’s sickening, really.”

Changbin frowned. “I do not.” Jisung deadpanned.

“Says the man that made me third wheel in a fucking flower shop.”

“What are you guys bickering about?” Chan asked with a small smile as he got inside.

“Changbin is in love with the flower girl two blocks away.” Han teased in a sing-song voice.

“Fuck that.” Chan’s eyes grew big with emotion.

“Shit, he is.”

“Actually, Hyung,” Jisung mentioned as he handed Chan the other coffee he had bought, “I think she might like him back.”

Changbin coughed violently. The others smiled.

“Why the fuck would she?” He frowned again, his eyes not leaving his phone. “I literally met her last week and behaved like a piece of shit.”

Both Chan and Han smiled, knowing that by not refusing the allegation, Changbin was actually interested in Miss Flower Girl.

“Remember the analogy I made with Minho and his cats? Same shit goes for her. I’ve never seen anyone staring so intensely at someone’s eyes.” Han trembled, exaggerating. “Chills. Literal chills.”

Small hope was planted in Changbin’s heart, but he tried to shove it deep inside him. “Either way, after I go and get the flowers from her, whatever this is, is over. There’s no chance,” he shrugged.

Chan and Jisung shared worried looks. Despite what Changbin could show to people, he was a loving, sensible person. They both knew that if he had silently admitted the existence of a crush on this girl, it was because he meant it. And for a guy like him, who was often viewed as mean and rude or even dangerous, he usually chose to approach new people the less, so whatever was going through his mind meant a big deal.

Chan tsked. “Maybe it’s none of my business, bro, but after Hari, I’ve-.”

“Spare me the trip, Hyung,” Changbin interrupted in a low voice. “She’s been stalking me for months since I broke up with her. I really don’t want to hear it.”

Chan patted his back, a sad smile on his features as he looked at his friend.

“S’good, man. No hard feelings.”

After working on some tracks for a while, the topic was thoroughly avoided by the members, until Changbin sighed.

“Okay. You guys can stop your mind games.”

The others gave him a puzzled look.

“Whaddya mean?” The Australian wondered.

Seo let a small smile show as he passed his hands through his face.

“I really want to see her again.”

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

So thanks to Chris, the bell in the flower shop rang once again. You were humming a popular song, one that Changbin knew, so instead of approaching you, he wandered through the isles filled with flowers, listening to you as you continued the melody.

His heart beat like crazy when after a while, he opened and closed the door again, pretending he hadn’t been there listening to you.

“Oh, hey, Mystery.”

Your smile made his heart skip a beat. The sundress you were wearing, along with the short brown apron, made him swallow dry.

“Flower girl,” he greeted. You lifted your eyebrows.

“That’s a change of attitude. What can I do for you today?”

Do me. “I was wondering if you could deliver the flower bouquet. Is that possible?” He asked politely.

Your dimples showed when you smiled at him, looking for a notebook in the mess that your study guides made.

“College?” He wondered, staring at your eyes daringly as he pointed to your books.

“Music major, final year,” you grinned. “For your delivery, write the address here, and I’ll deliver it myself,” you played with a strand of hair, quickly moving it behind your ear.

Chanbin’s hands tickled. He wanted to do that too.

“I wouldn’t do it usually, but I figured you wouldn’t enjoy seeing Jerry again.”

He scoffed as he scribbled in the notebook. You cackled.

Suddenly, a loud noise from the workshop startled both of you, who were kind of lost in the other’s eyes.

“Girl, are you still here?” Your mother asked loudly.

You facepalmed, mouthing ‘sorry’ to Changbin, to which he quickly gestured that it was fine.

“You ok, mom?” You replied.

“I’m fine! God, you spend your days here. If it were me, I’d be outside kissing boys!”

Your face turned red in the blink of an eye. “Mom?!” Changbin held back his laughter, covering his mouth with his hand.

She never answered, just chuckled teasingly.

Changbin quickly closed the notebook and gave it to you, his cheeks suddenly almost as red as yours.

“See you soon, I guess?” He smiled, still holding back a loud cackle.

“Stop laughing.” You snickered. “But yeah. See ya… eh…”

“Changbin. Seo Changbin.” He left, smilling like an idiot.

You opened the notebook as you raised the music’s volume again, blushing furiously at your discovery.

Along with the address of what you recognised as some well-known company and the name of who the flowers where for, he had left a note below it.

In case you want to go kiss boys.

Was that… his phone number?

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

After closing the shop for the day, you stared at the flower bouquet as you were walking down the street, headed to where Changbin had written down. After figuring your way out with the maps app on your phone, you decided that taking your bike would be stupid, as it only was two blocks away.

The mix of colours was striking. At least, it had that. You hoped the person who would receive it would like it, meanings aside, considering you put effort into it.

The company was bigger than you expected. Before you could allow yourself to enter and look around, a security guard stopped you.

“Excuse me, miss, no one is allowed inside without a pass,” he explained.

You smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck. “I was just here to deliver this…? I wasn’t told about this restriction, my client just said that I should deliver it in person.” Yeah, that was a lie, but he didn’t know that. “Would it be ok if I went inside? It’ll be only for a minute.”

He sighed, then shrugged. “I don’t think I’m allowed to let you pass…”

“Oi, Hyung!”

A somewhat tall man —at least taller than you— approached you two.

“You’re Flower Girl, right?” He said, sounding excited, failing to hide it. “She’s with me, don’t worry.”

You entered the company with him, but after that, you stopped and turned to him.

“I appreciate the help, but who are you?”

He smiled. “Yikes. Forgot about that. My name is Chris, it’s nice to meet you. I am close friends with Changbin.”

Your eyes softened, and you smiled. “Oh, I see.” You then looked back at the notebook you carried, the one Changbin had written down in. “Do you know where could I find Park Jin Young’s office?”

Chan looked at you weirdly. “Changbin paid for flowers for the big man? Damn.”

You giggled. “It’s not what it looks like. These flowers all have different meanings, and none of those is a good one.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! For example, the orange carnations?” You pointed out one of the flowers. “Those mean ‘I hate you.’”

Chan snorted and laughed at every meaning of every flower you gave him.

“Chan!”

He turned around to face whoever had called him, seeing Changbin approaching him, looking anxious.

“Chan, she’s fucking downstairs.”

Chris’ stare turned darker. Your heart tightened in your chest.

“Stay with her. I’ll go see if I can talk to security.” Chris managed to say before he rushed downstairs.

“Bin, is everything good?”

He noticed your presence, to which he froze for a second. Time started to feel slow. His spine locked up, and his shoulders stiffened. He even felt his shirt stretch in a sudden motion.

“Flower Girl.” You could feel the sudden state of relaxation he arrived, his figure visibly less tense.

You hesitated on what to do but then chose to act by instinct. Hugging him.

He tensed up again, the sudden act taking him by surprise. You tried stepping back, feeling like you had made him awkward, but he then pulled you in a bear hug.

“Thanks, pretty.” He whispered in your ear. “I needed that.”

“S’ok.” You smiled, a fluttering feeling settling in your stomach

He stepped away, shyness all over him. You smiled at him, but something changed as he looked at someone behind you.

Before you could turn around to see what had been the issue, he got way closer than a second ago, a hand travelling to your cheek, directing your face to meet his.

“I’m going to kiss you,” Seo whispered, just before he pressed his lips against yours.

Your confused self couldn’t manage the sudden emotions that ran through your body. You felt his tongue brush your lips, and you had to make an effort not to drop the flower bouquet when you started matching his pace, feeling him smile in between the kiss.

Concentrated on the man that had a hand on your face and an arm around your waist, you were too into it that you didn’t hear a woman gasp at the end of the corridor, leaving in a rush, crying fake tears.

Don’t get Changbin wrong. Seeing the girl that had tried to manipulate and gaslight him out of his music career just so he could spend his time doing stuff for her, things she took for granted, he figured the only way of making her leave should be a harsh one.

And okaaaay, he might have been dying to kiss you for a while now.

After texting Chan that she was gone, you both eventually arrived in front of the office.

He stayed behind as you entered, approaching a somewhat 50-year-old man with clothes as striking as the bouquet you had in your hands.

“Who sends these?” He questioned, his features suddenly looking younger when he smiled.

“Seo Changbin, sir," you bowed. "Have a good day!”

You couldn’t help but snicker when you closed the door. You found the three known men standing in front of you.

“So? Did he like them?” Han inquired.

“Pfft. I made that bouquet. Of course, he loved them.” You bragged jokingly.

The three of them offered to give you a quick tour, as it wasn’t common to have the opportunity to see the JYP building from the inside. Before you realised, it started pouring outside, heavy rain that looked like it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

You cursed under your breath. If you even dared to walk under that rain, you would end up swimming your way home, your skirt and your blouse ruined.

3RACHA stood behind you, noticing that you were still at the entrance after a bit. Both Jisung and Chan ushered and pushed Seo to where you were.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, in a tone softer than what you expected.

“It’s just… ugh.” You looked at him, then tsked.

He froze when you got even closer, passing your hands above his shoulders. He had to hold back a shiver when your hands brushed his neck.

“Got no one to do this for you, I guess?” you gently fixed his collar, hands lingering on him more than they should have.

He couldn’t hold back a smile, looking at you differently, in a more intense way.

“I’ll take that as a no.” You ended the topic quickly, your eyes wandering from his eyes, then his lips, and back to his eyes again. You swallowed dry. “I can’t go back home with this rain, but my phone died, so I can't call for a cab or an Uber.”

He looked at you up and down. “Are you in a hurry?”

You stared at him, trying to match the intensity from before. “Not really. I just don’t have anything better to do. Why?”

“I’ll give you a ride.”

Neither Chan nor Han could say that Changbin was the messiest of the three, but he still was messy a generous amount. So when he got into the studio and picked up everything in less than five minutes, they gave him a look.

“Use protection, you bitch.” Jisung teased. Bin ruffled his hair.

“Fuck off," he chuckled. "See you tomorrow, guys.”

He guided you to the parking lot, and you both started driving.

Changbin’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when he noticed how your skirt rode up your knees when you sat down.

“Wait, I didn’t give you my address.” You realised, confused as to where was he going.

“I know.”

You looked around when he entered an underground parking lot, then parked and quickly got up to open your door.

He got really close, unbuckling your seat belt.

“You don’t need to be home tonight, right?” His eyes didn’t leave your lips when he asked.

“No.” You answered, almost in a whisper.

He took your hand as you got out of his car. Changbin walked with you to where the elevators were, hands still linked.

“Where are we?”

He pressed the elevator button and looked at you, even more intensely than later at the studio.

“My place.” He kept looking down at your lips. “I’ll take you home tomorrow.”

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

You woke up the following morning with a warm body next to you, the feeling making you snuggle closer to Changbin, passing his arm and setting it on your waist.

The sound of a notification made you groan in a low voice, reaching for your clothes and grabbing your phone from your jacket’s pocket. It was your mom.

You didn’t arrive last night. Where are you?

You smiled and replied.

I went to kiss a boy, like you said.

You went back to bed, looking fondly at the man next to you.

A buzz from your phone made you wake up from your daydreaming.

Cheeky girl. Flowers follow?

You laughed. As a florist, your mom had made up the expression one day. When saying “flowers follow”, it meant that there would be a positive outcome of whatever you had on your hands.

You knew that to your mom, in this context, 'flowers follow' meant just one thing.

Yeah, flowers follow.

Yeah. You might have fallen in love with him.

Don’t you dare come back home without that boy. I’ll cook something!

“What’s got you all smiley?” A sleepy Changbin made you giggle even more.

He, on the other side, could definitely get used to a morning like that.

You left your phone on the bedside table, and then got close to him again, tangling your legs in between his. He poked your dimples, and you chuckled.

“You, silly flower boy.”

~Kats, who has the urge to put lil’ details in every fic, like how the flower shop is named Lilac, which means ‘first love’ in flower, or how the flower that Han asks about means 'true love'.

(if you ask me, she was humming Come Inside of My Heart, bc I fucking love that song)