#changbin oneshot
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worship | s.c.
summary: you don’t feel beautiful but changbin shows you just how beautiful you are.
wc: 4.6k
warning: SMUT 18+ (MDNI), tall!chubby!afab!reader, praise kink, body worship, negative self-talk, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap in), oral (read rec), nipple play, aftercare, tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible but written as afab!reader, probably more, read at your own risk.
a/n: minors and ageless blogs DNI. i will be blocking anyone that interacts with this post that is a minor/ageless blog. okayyyy, this is my first smut and i of course had to write it about my favorite boy <3 let me know what you think! anyway, i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3
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you weren’t always the most comfortable in your skin growing up. you were taller, and on the chubbier side for as long as you can remember. it always bothered you, you got treated differently from your skinnier friends.
you got stares not only for your height but your weight, you certainly didn’t get approached by boys and if you did they were trying to use you to get to your friends. you got used to it, you got depressed, and got into a really dark place.
but you slowly realized that if no one was gonna love you for you, then you were going to have to. and that’s what you did, you embraced every roll, every curve, every stretch mark. and you loved yourself like no else has. but then you met one seo changbin.
and if you thought no one could love you more, you were very mistaken. he proved to you everyday how much he loved you, every flaw, every strength, every high, every low. his love was truly unconditional.
and as much as he showed you how much he loved you, you were of course going to have your bad days. days where you don’t feel good about yourself, where you want to hide from the world, where you feel so uncomfortable in your own skin you almost wish you could rip it off.
and that’s exactly how you felt today. you laid on your couch in the biggest shirt you had, with an even bigger blanket around you, swallowing you into a fuzzy cocoon.
you were barely watching what was playing on the tv in front of you when you heard the familiar sound of the lock of your front door clicking, signaling it being unlocked. you know exactly who it was, you didn’t even have to move. you knew he was showing up sooner or later to figure out why you hadn’t been acting like yourself.
he had tried to ask but you shut him down every time. you knew he was busy and you didn’t want to burden him with your issues and especially when you knew the feelings would pass sooner or later.
you hear him lock the door once more before taking his shoes off and setting his bag down. he then makes his way into your living room finding you in your cocoon, long legs curled up as much as they could be. you look up at him, big eyes reflecting the forgotten show on your tv.
your eyes follow him as he makes his way, squatting next to your cocoon. he raises a hand, brushing the soft surface of your chubby cheeks, “hi my baby.” he coos, eyes bright, finally getting to see his favorite person. “hi bin.” you mumble, leaning into his warm touch.
“you wanna tell me what’s been going on, hm?” you feel your face heat up, bringing your hands up to cover your face, inherently halting his movements and touch.
“hey, baby, look at me,” he gently grabs your hands, holding them in his. “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?” you shake your head, feeling all of the emotions you’ve been trying to ignore. “baby i can’t help if you don’t talk to me.” thumbs slowly stroking the back of your hands.
“i just don’t feel beautiful right now, bin.” you whisper, shaking your head. “and i know it’s just my brain being mean but fuck bin, it hurts and i don’t want to believe it but it’s so hard when it’s me.” you’re staring at your connected hands, avoiding the eyes of the man in front of you.
he lets go of one of your hands, gently placing it under your chin to lift your eyes to his. “you gotta tell me when you feel like this, okay?” he pauses. “you are the most beautiful, gorgeous person i’ve ever laid my eyes on.” he places a gentle kiss to your hand.
“will you tell me what’s going through your head so i can prove it wrong?” you think about it for a moment, the one person in your life that always makes you feel loved and seen is asking to show you how much he loves you. and who the hell are you to say no.
“i just,” you pause, moving to sit up, crossing your legs in front of you, binnie’s hands laying on top of them. “i hate that my thighs are so big or that my stomach is pudgy or i’m so fucking tall and i just wish that i loved the way i looked because i fucking hate feeling this way.” you must admit, it did feel good to finally get it off your chest, it however didn’t quiet your brain or the negative thoughts that continued to run rampant through them.
“will you let me show you how gorgeous you are?” he asks, rubbing the exposed skin of your calf. you looked into his eyes once more, finding nothing but love and sincerity. you nod your head slightly, before he moved to his knees before you,
he grabs your cheek once more, bringing you closer before placing his lips on yours. he’s placing gentle strokes on your cheek with his thumb, as his lips move against yours. he eventually starts to move further down, kissing the length of your jaw, down to the sweet spot, just below your ear.
he stays there for a moment, interchanging between kissing and sucking the soft skin, pulling light whimpers from you. “look at you, sounding so pretty for me already.” he praises before placing one last kiss, moving to his feet.
he grabs your hand, pulling you from the couch and your warm cocoon. “if i’m gonna show you, i’m gonna do it right.” he says before picking you up with ease, taking you to your bedroom where he lays you on the bed.
“move to the middle, bunny.” he requests, tapping the side of your thigh. you do as he says, laying in the middle before he moves to hover over you. “look at you, my pretty baby.” he kisses your jaw once more, moving down for the second time. this time he starts placing kisses down your clothed sternum.
once he reaches your belly, he lifts your shirt up, just enough, to expose it to him. he starts placing slow, loving kisses over each roll and curve the soft surface has to offer. “you see this gorgeous tummy? so soft just for me. it holds all of the important things your body needs to keep you with me.” he starts, still placing kisses.
“and hopefully will one day carry our mini me into the world.” your eyes soften, hands finding their way into the soft raven curls that lay atop his head. “you’re gonna make me cry.” you mumble, scratching softly at his scalp. “it’s true though.”
he gives your stomach one last kiss before moving your shirt up once more. this time exposing your bare breasts to him. “and these,” he pauses, bringing his hands up to sofft brush the sides. “god these are so fucking perfect jagi.” he places kisses around each nipple, softly brushing his lips against them.
“the perfect pillows, so soft and the noises you make when i touch them?” he takes a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking it, his tongue flicking the peaked bud. you let out a high pitched moan, tighten the grip on his hair slightly, resulting in a satisfied hum from the man above you.
“so fucking pretty baby.” he says before moving the next bud, gently rolling the previous one between his fingers. repeating the same process, you let out another moan, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the wet spot in your panties getting bigger.
he finally releases your nipple placing a kiss to each one before he leans back. “sit up for a second.” you sit up, allowing him to take the shirt off before he moves you to lean comfortably against the pillows. he places a kiss to the side of your mouth before moving to your shoulder, kissing all the way down your arms, until he reaches you hand entwining your fingers.
“and these arms, that hold me with such love and care.” he kisses your other arm. “and take care of me so well, whenever i need it most.” he places a kiss to each shoulder and each hand before positioning himself between your legs. not before gving your tummy a few extra kisses on the way down.
he starts by kissing your panty line, placing a kiss on the now obvious wet spot. you let a soft sigh before looking down, catching a glimpse of the obvious proud smirk on his pretty face. “ and don’t even get me started on these fucking legs.” he sits back on his heels, grabbing one leg, placing a kiss on the inside of your knee.
“so fucking long, and beautiful, god you have no idea what they do to me.” he grabs the other one, placing a kiss in the same place. “now for my favorite part, your beautiful thighs.” kissing up the inside of them, nipping the skin, right next to where you needed him the most.
“look at them baby, so big and beautiful,” he switches to the other side. “and they way they feel wrapped around my head while i’m making you feel good?” his arms coming up to caress the sides of them. “i could stay like that all day jagiya.” he places one last kiss to each one, before bringing a hand up to gently rub the wet spot on your pink panties.
“and my favorite treat, so ready and so fucking pretty for me as always baby.” he places soft kisses to the wet fabric before sitting up, tapping your hip, signaling you to lift them. he quickly slides them off, throwing them some place in the room before moving back between your plush thighs.
he wraps his arms around your hips, pulling you forward a bit, finally settling there. he brings one hand back around to spread you wet lips. “always ready for me, huh bubs?” he lightly blows, making you whine a bit. “i know baby, i know. i just wanted to look at my pretty baby for a little bit.”
he brings his arms back to rest around your soft thighs before placing a kiss to your inner thigh, slowly making his way to your pussy. placing light kisses to your lips before finally placing a kiss to your bundle of nerves. you whimper at the minimal stimulation, “binnie, please.” you beg, looking down to find that same proud smirk on his face.
“my pretty baby feeling needy?” he teases, still lightly pressing kisses to your clit. you nod, pouting, hoping he’ll cave and give you what you want. “okay jagi, i’m sorry.” he gives your clit one last kiss before licking a stripe from your dripping hole, to your sensitive clit.
your back arches slightly, mouth agape, at the feeling of finally getting the stimulation you’ve been waiting for. your hand finds his raven curls once more as he then fully takes your clit in his mouth, alternating between sucking and flicking the sensitive bud.
you moan, lightly scratching his scalp, as he continues his work on your bud. “feels good baby?” he asks, mouth still against you. you nod, another moan leaving your mouth as he gently grazes you clit with his teeth.
you feel a finger rub at your entrance before he fully inserts it, curling it slightly. your hand tightens around his curls for a moment, as a whine leaves your mouth. “more please.” you beg, feeling the knot in your tummy already begin to tighten. “patience baby, i got you.”
he adds a second finger, picking up the pace slightly, causing your legs to tighten around him. the way he’s using your clit and hitting that sweet spot perfectly feels euphoric. “binnie,” you moaned, “i’m close.” you warned, back arching off the mattress, hand tightening in his curls once more.
this only prompts him to quicken his movements, sucking on your clit a little harder. your whimpers and moans get louder and louder as you get closer and closer to your release. “please,” you beg, teetering on the edge of cumming. “binnie, don’t stop, i’m so close.” you whimper, your free hand coming up to play with your peaked bud.
“you gonna cum pretty?” he asks against your clit. you moan a small “mhm” telling him all he needs to know. “so cum baby, let me see how pretty my baby looks when i’m making them feel good.” that sends you over the edge, throwing your head back, thighs tighten around his head, fingers tightening in his hair as you cum.
he works you through your high, taking out his fingers, taking all you have to offer. your fingers release his hair, relaxing back into the mattress as you come down. you whimper as he still flicks your sensitive bud with his tongue. you push his head away softly, feeling slightly overstimulated.
“give me one more pretty.” he says, inserting his fingers once more. “let me make you feel good, baby.” his movements are quicker this time. your noises becoming high pitched as you get closer to your second release.
“binnie!” you cry, legs shaking slightly at the stimulation. he adds a third finger, stretching you even more. “there you go my pretty baby,” he continues his work before speaking again, “looking so beautiful for me.” his mouth back on you, moving with fever to get you to your release once more.
“ah!” you wail. “binnie-“ you cut yourself off with a load moan. “come on gorgeous, let go, show me how beautiful you are.” you’re cumming again, legs shaking, tightening around his head once more. both hands grabbing your boobs as your back arches off the bed.
“there you go, good job baby, did so good.” he says as you finally relax into the mattress once more. your breathing heavily, trying to regain your composure as he pulls out his fingers. he places a slow, soft kiss to your clit before placing one to each of your inner thighs.
he sits up, licking his fingers before hovering over you once more. he kisses you, tasting yourself slightly on his tongue. “so beautiful baby.” he says against your lips. “always sound so pretty when you cum.” he kisses you again. “you look even prettier.” he kisses you once more before leaning back, taking off his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room.
you take in the beautiful man in front of you, aching once again even after two orgasms. you sit up, leaning forward, pulling him into a feverous kiss, hands finding his pecs, working their way down to his abdomen. you make your way down his neck, finding his own sweet spot, pulling a groan from him.
you whine as he pulls you away, pout present on your swollen lips. “i know jagi but this is about you, not me.” he brings a hand back to your soft cheek, caressing it once more before placing a quick kiss to the other one. “lay back down bunny.”
he gets off the bed as you lay back down against the pillows. you watch as he slides his pants down, stepping out of them, kicking them to the side. he grabs the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down, releasing his hard length, thick and leaking against his soft tummy.
you squeeze your thighs together as he tosses the fabric to the side. he climbs over you once again, this time carefully spreading your legs, leaning down to place a kiss to your inner thighs “so beautiful.” mumbles against your soft skin before placing a gentle kiss to your clit, making you jolt from the contact.
he kisses his way back up you body, sparing extra kisses to your soft tummy, and of course one to each nipple. he kisses up your sternum, up your throat to jaw before he pulls away to look at you. you swear you could see hearts in his eyes as he looked down at you.
“hi pretty.” he whispers, eyes gleaming. his hand was resting on the bed next to your head, the other one rubbing small circles on your plush thighs that laid upon his. “hi bub.” you whisper back, face warm. “how’re you feeling, hm?” you smile at his question, bringing your hand up to rest on his puffy cheek.
“really good jagi, thank you.” he smiles, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. he leans against you, his body pressing against you. you feel his hard length slide between your wet folds, brushing against your bundle of nerves.
you let out a soft moan against his lip, as he pushes your thigh to the side, allowing him more access to your core. his lips never leaving yours as he rubs little circles on your clit. you pull away, letting out a whimper as he continues his movements.
“feel good, jagi?” he asks, capturing your lips once more. you nod against him, your hand coming up to grip his bicep. he pulls away once more, but continues rubbing circles to your sensitive nub.
“you ready my baby?” you nod, another moan falling from your lips. “i gotta hear you say it, bunny.” you whine. “i’m ready binnie, please i need you.” satisfied with your answer he places another kiss to your swollen lips and his lines up to your entrance.
your mouth falls open and he pushes into you, your grip tightening around his bicep. “fuck.” you whisper against his lips. he’s stretching you out in the best way possible. he’s stills once he’s fully in, giving you a moment to adjust.
his hand rests on your hip, softly caressing your skin as you adjust to his size. he’s placing kisses to the side of your mouth, your jaw, your cheek before he places his forehead against yours. “you okay, pretty?” you nod against his forehead.
“i’m so okay, you have no idea.” you giggle, causing him to smile. “i’m gonna move now okay?” you nod once again. “okay.” you confirm, your body relaxing into the mattress below you. he places one last kiss to your lips before sitting up a bit.
he places one hand on your plush thigh while the other grabs your waist. he pulls out just to fully push back in, pulling a moan from you. “fuck bin, oh my god.” your hand once again finding the soft flesh of your chest. “that’s it baby, sound so pretty while i’m making you feel good.”
he’s slowly thrusting into you, drinking in the way your body reacts to him. he picks up the pace slightly, “play with your pretty nipples for me baby.” you do as he says, clenching around him and you play with the hard buds. “fuck bunny, you’re squeezing me so good.” he moans, throwing his head back for a moment.
he looks godly above you, you arch your back at the sight causing him to hit that sweet spot inside of you. you let out a particularly high pitched moan at the feeling, causing him to snap his head back down, catching the sight of you arched infront of him.
he slows down, reaching for an extra pillow that you’re not leaning against. you let out a whine, relaxing your back. “relax jagi, i’m just getting you a pillow.” he pulls out and taps your hip. “lift up for me baby.” you lift your hips and he slides the pillow under you.
“okay bunny, lay back down.” you lay back into the mattress, and he pushes your legs open once more. “my pretty bunny is so obedient.” he leans down, arm next to your head as he kisses you. he rubs your sensitive clit once again, pulling whimper from you.
“just like that, look at this beautiful body. jagi.” he says against your lips, still rubbing little circles on your clit. “so soft and perfect, just for me.” you bring your hands back up, one on your tit the other wrapping around his shoulder.
“binnie please.” you beg, needing to be filled again. “i got you baby don’t worry.” he stops his movements on your clit to line himself once more, slowly pushing in. the new angle making it feel intoxicating as he pushed into you.
“oh fuck, baby, fuck.” you cried, digging your nails into his shoulder. “yeah? that feel good?” he starts thrusting into you. “my baby is making such pretty noises for me.” you’ve lost your train of thought, your mind only filled with binnie and the way he’s making you feel right now.
“oh-, bin-, fuck-“ you couldn’t get a coherent sentence out. truly being fucked dumb by the man above you. “that’s it bunny, just empty that pretty little brain of yours.” he slid his arm under your neck, pressing his body into yours. he brought his other hand to your clit, rubbing small circles as he increased his pace.
“oh god! binnie!” you wail, your legs wrapping around his waist. “wrap those pretty long legs around me bunny, there you go.” he places kisses along your jaw, both your arms wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly closer. one hand finding its way into his hair, as you turn your head into him.
“oh my god.” you groan into his ear, pulling at his hair slightly. “my beautiful baby feels so good for me.” he moans in your ear, causing you to clench around him. he groans, “fuck, you like when i call you my beautiful baby?” you cry out, nodding against him.
“is my pretty bunny about to cum?” your toes curl, feeling that familiar knot tightening in your tummy. “yes, yes, i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a cry, it’s almost too much pleasure, almost. “you’re close jagi i know, fuck.” his breathing getting heavier and heavier letting you know he’s close too.
“can you hold on for me?” you let out a high pitched whine. “i know pretty, just a little longer.” you whine again. “you can’t-“ you cut yourself off, trying to focus on anything but how good his making you feel. “you can’t, tell me to wait-“ you let out a moan, “and then call me pretty- oh fuck.” you feel it getting tighter, seconds away from snapping.
“i can’t, why not pretty? hm, cause my gorgeous baby is about to cum? is that it?” you cry out at his words, his teasing only egging you on. he leans down to your ear, still keeping his pace, hitting your sweet spot and rubbing your clit so deliciously. “so then cum bunny. show me how fucking perfect my jagiya is.” that’s all it takes, you let out a scream, the pleasure overwhelming you.
“fuck!” you tighten your legs around him, as much as you can as they’re shaking, toes curling as your orgasm rips through you. nails digging into his shoulder as you grab onto whatever you can to keep you grounded. “good job pretty, that’s my baby.” he’s fucking you through your high as you feel his hip stutter.
“fuck, bunny.” his thrusts are getting sloppy, knowing he’s close. “give it to me binnie. show me how much you love me.” and with that he’s cumming in your pretty pussy. he gives a few more thrusts before he stills in you, laying on top of you.
you both lay there, catching your breath, coming down from your highs. you’re the first to move, arms still wrapped around him, carding your fingers through his hair, placing kisses on the side of his head. he finally ground’s himself, placing a kiss to your shoulder, before moving to hover over you, your hands falling, landing on the back of his neck.
he looks down at you with nothing but love as he places his hand to your cheek, gently rubbing it. “you are so beautiful, my love.” your face warms once again. “thank you binnie, i love you.” he leans down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.
“i love you more my perfect jagi.” he says against your lips, causing a smile to spread across them. “i’m gonna pull out now okay? then we’ll get cleaned up and relax.” you nodded, stealing a quick peck before he leaned back, your legs falling onto the mattress as he pulled out. he hissed as he did, pulling a small whimper from you at the emptiness.
he, watches as his cum pours out of you, effectively ruining your sheets but he couldn’t care less. he leans down, kissing each thigh again, placing a soft kiss to your swollen clit, causing you to flinch. then your hips, making his way up, kissing every curve and roll on your soft tummy, giving each nipple their own kiss before finally making it back to your lips.
“my gorgeous, gorgeous bunny.” you smile pulling him closer, wrapping your legs around him once again, deepening the kissing. he pulls back, tapping the side of your ass, “come on, let’s get you cleaned up so you can relax.” he moves off the bed, quickly finding his boxers before pulling them back on.
he turns around to find you sitting on the bed, he picks you up bringing you to your bathroom, setting you on the counter. he turns on the bath, making it nice and warm before plugging the drain and putting your lavender bubble bath in.
walking back over to you, he picks you up once again, setting you on the toilet, placing a kiss to your head, “i’m gonna go change the sheets quick, i’ll be right back.” you nod at him, smiling as he makes his exit, closing the door behind him.
you quickly use the bathroom before stepping into the nice warm bath. he opens the door 10 minutes later, with towels, setting them on the counter before removing his boxers. you move forward as he approaches the tub to give him enough room to sit behind you.
once in the tub he pulls you back to him, wrapping his arms around you, showering you in kisses once more. you grab both hands, entwining his hands with yours, giving each hand a kiss, “thank you, for everything.” you turn your head to look back at him. “you’re the best person i know and i really don’t know what i’d do without you.”
he pulls you into another kiss before you relax against him once more. “you never have to thank me for telling the truth.” he pauses. “all i ask is that you tell me when you’re feeling like this so i can show you just how truly beautiful you are.” you feel a lump in your throat form at the love you feel for the man behind you.
you nod your head. “okay, i promise.” he holds you tighter, hands still connected, placing a kiss to your hair. you both stay like then until the water runs cold, draining it before you both get out, putting on the minimum amount of clothes.
making your way to your bed, with clean sheets, where you both spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, relaxing. you’re always gonna have bad days but it’s comforting to know you’re favorite person will always be there to help you through it and make it all better.
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The Light of Your Eyes
Pairing: best friend's younger brother!Changbin x f!Reader
Genre: one-shot; friends to lovers; smut and fluff; hurt/comfort
Summary: Can the gentle touch of an unexpected pair of hands on your body heal the wounds of your soul?
Content warnings: 18+ (minors, dni), age gap romance (consenting adults); mentions of break-up and unhealthy past relationship dynamics; depression and anxiety symptoms (mild); MC has self esteem struggles, some are body-image related; the ex was low-key emotionally abusive tbh 😒; depictions of alcohol consumption (no drunkenness); depictions of food and eating (MC has a moment of negative thought patterns in regards to food consumption); gaming/watching movies; emotional breakdowns; kissing (so much kissing, guys); Fluffy fluffy FLUFF 💕; making out; interrupted shenanigans; cuddling; shirtless Binnie 👀; strong and gentle Binnie 🥺💘 ; working through FEELINGS 😅 ; breast play; nudity; oral sex (f. receiving); feedbag position; confessions and new beginnings.
Word Count: ~9300
Author's Note: Well, here it is - my first Binnie fic! I wanted to make it as sweet and sexy as he is...which, I know, is impossible, so I gave it my best shot! Hopefully, it's something worthy of his face-claim. I'm not going to make any judgements as to whether I feel it fits the bill, but rather like the man himself, tell you to be the judge of your own opinions! Jutdae!! 😂💗 But in all seriousness, if you decide to read this story, thank you! I hope it brings you something warm and fuzzy!
*The poem at the beginning is an original, and is what inspired this story!
Acknowledgements: I cannot thank @moni-logues enough for beta reading this for me, and for all her hype and humor and general human decency - this story wouldn't be what it is without her! 💖
As always, if no one has told you today, please know that you're loved, and worthy of love! 🧜♀️💜
the
Bright color of my laughter and the
Melody of the curve of my hips and the
Soft velvet of my irises
seemed
To have taken their first breath,
Opening gently - like flowers perfuming my soul
- When bathed in the light of your eyes.
"Changbin? What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question," he says with a little smirk, whipping a dish towel over his shoulder as he shuffles back to let you in.
Fair enough, you suppose. You are showing up without notice. Not that you ever need to give his sister any notice - as your best friend, there's a key with all the others in your purse that unlocks the door you're closing behind you. You wouldn't have even knocked had his car not been parked in the driveway.
"Where's Nari?" you ask, glancing at the gaming console hooked up to the massive flat-screen, and a bullet blender cup half filled with something thick, pale and probably protein-packed sitting on the coffee table.
"She went out of town for the weekend," he calls, heading back toward the dining area. "Last minute work thing."
Damn.
Your apartment is boring and barren and lonely. You wanted to hang out. You've been coming around more than usual – almost as often as when you were in grad school together. But Nari had her own life, you understood. You had your own life too.
And then three months ago, on New Years Eve, your long-term boyfriend called it quits. It wasn't as if you were heartbroken. Not really. The relationship had been sick and slowly dying. But returning to a life lived in solitude was proving a difficult adjustment – especially navigating the new and constant stillness which left you the mental space and dexterity to run up against the shadows of wounds unhealed. And you didn't feel like growing into your EQ. You felt like distracting yourself. So you ended up at your bestie's place more often than not, these days.
You sigh, trailing toward the kitchen. You won't stay long - if her younger brother is house sitting, he'll probably have people coming over. It's Friday night, after all, and he's twenty-four years young.
The sound of running water, and music from a little speaker playing a catchy beat laced with fast-paced rap draws you into the warmly-lit, open kitchen. You recognize the voice on the track.
"This new?" you ask, dropping your bag on a barstool and rounding the island to where Changbin is up to his elbows in suds at the sink. He's in a black band tee and bright blue joggers, his curly dark hair unstyled.
He looks over his shoulder and nods.
"What do you think? Wait, no, lemme start it over..."
You smile to yourself as he hastily dries his hands and whips out his phone, pulling the track back to the beginning. He braces himself against the edge of the sink, gnawing on his bottom lip as he bobs his head with the lyrical punches and runs.
You smile to yourself, leaning your back against the counter beside him.
"This is good, Bin," you nod earnestly.
"Yeah?" he asks, returning to his soapy task.
"It really is. Hyunjin's pretty damn fast. Not as fast as you, but who is?"
You grin, bumping your hip into his side.
He smirks down into the bubbles.
He's wanted to make music for as long as you've known him, and even fifteen years ago he could spit out a diss track that would have you wetting yourself laughing. He and his buddy, Hyunjin, met in high school and started messing around with music senior year. They committed to the dream, and both worked full-time gigs - Hyunjin as a tattoo artist and Changbin as a personal trainer - while promoting their artistry in their spare time. Production was a tough road to take when they were counting on nothing but raw talent and guts, but you'd always been an unflinching supporter.
"We've got a gig next Saturday...at The Eight Ball," he remarks, looking over at you as a proud smile presses a tiny dimple into his bread cheek.
"What?!" you squeal, turning to smack him on the arm. "Dude, that's fantastic! Oh my god, congratulations!"
"Thanks, and ouch!" he replies, rubbing his arm with a pout that you ignore. It couldn't possibly have hurt him, not with those biceps.
He moves to the fridge, a grin still plastered on his face.
"You should come!" he urges over his shoulder as he appraises his sister's stash before grabbing an energy drink. "I know the boyfriend isn't into rap, but you could come with Nari..."
You scoff softly.
"Doesn't really matter what he likes anymore," you mumble bitterly.
Changbin freezes as he's about to crack open the beverage in his hand.
"Wait, what? Did you guys...is that over?"
You purse your lips and nod. Changbin looks completely taken off guard in a way that surprises you.
“When did that happen?”
You reach back to clutch at the cold tile of the countertop.
“Beginning of the year.”
He scratches his head.
“Nari didn’t…why didn’t you say something?”
You shrug, your eyes falling. For reasons you'd never considered, you’d rarely brought your ex around or even brought him up to Changbin.
He turns to the still open fridge and swaps out his energy drink for two beers, opening both and sliding one across the island between you.
"How you holding up?" he asks in earnest concern, a little furrow appearing between his dark brows.
You want to tell him that you're fine - it's what you've been telling everyone else - but from the way he holds your gaze before letting his eyes search your face, he's looking for a real answer. You pull your lip between your teeth. You're not ready to form the words that spell the truth. He sees it.
"Ah," he waves dismissively, "Fuck that guy. You're too good for him anyway. What an idiot."
You blink, a little smirk tugging at your lips.
"You don't have to hate on him just because we're-"
"I'm hating on him because I hate him," he stares at you unflinchingly, taking another swig of his beer. "He wasn't good to you, didn't make you happy. I'm glad he's gone. Seriously, fuck him."
You didn't expect that sort of reaction out of Changbin. Not that you expected anything, but the strong, certain tone he took in regards to your ex's unworthiness has a tiny little warmth glowing in your chest. It was like him to feel strongly and take a stand, but to have his conviction aimed at you...
"Thanks, Bin," you murmur softly, hiding your smile behind your beer.
The young man nods, and his lips part as if to speak when his phone buzzes in his pocket. As he answers the call - clearly, from the nature of his greeting, one of his buddies - you're reminded that you’re trespassing on his Friday night. Draining your beer, you grab your bag and slip out of the kitchen.
You huff a little sigh as you pull on your shoes, lingering listlessly for a moment before pulling open the door. The thought of going home has your stomach churning. You can't go back and be alone there.
You can't.
You have to.
How pathetic could you possibly get? you consider sickly, staring out into the darkness. Your self-loathing and mounting anxiety battle for dominance as you will yourself to take the step over the threshold that will carry you to your car…
Click.
The door swishes shut, and you blink in confusion before you note a bulky arm stretched over your shoulder, hand pressed to the wooden frame below the peephole.
You turn into Changbin's frame and he jostles backwards, hand dropping to your shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, a little smirk playing on his lips.
You try to get your bearings as you resurface from the flash flood of inner turmoil, blinking up at him in confusion.
"Uuhh...home?" you answer, jerking a thumb back toward your intended exit.
Changbin shakes his head.
"You just got here."
"Well...I came to see Nari but she's gone, so..."
When the faintest shadow of hurt seems to flicker over his features at your words, you stammer to clarify.
"Bin, it's Friday, I- you've got plans, right? I don't want to be in the way...Like, it's really nice seeing you don't get me wrong, but, it would suck to have one of your sister's random friends underfoot if you're...if..."
You trail off. He's watching you in amusement now, arms crossed and bottom lip pulled between his teeth, one eyebrow cocked just a little higher than the other.
"What?" you press him, now a bit self-conscious at your rambling and still on edge from the surging anxiety of moments ago.
Damn, what was with you? You'd been a mess lately, and now you couldn't even get your words out with Nari's kid brother?
"I do have plans."
Changbin's words interrupt your muddled self-assessment. You glance up at him.
What? Okay, that's what you had been trying to...
"I plan to kick your ass at Super Smash Bros Brawl," he quips, turning to round the couch and settle in front of it before reaching for the blue controller discarded on the coffee table.
Huh?
You watch him start up the game and move through selections. Shuffling toward the back of the couch, you place your hands on it. He wants to hang out? Now that he found out you'd been dumped. Nari's away, so he's falling into stride, you think to yourself. You sigh. You should be grateful. Instead, you feel like a burden.
"Um, Bin..." you murmur, "You don't have to do this..."
"Do what?" he asks without looking back. "I'm not going easy on you, if that's what you mean. And I'm using Kirby - nonnegotiable."
Your heart melts a little as your eyes rest on him. He's always been a good guy, and it was like him to do this sort of thing - look out for someone when they were feeling low. Leaving simply because you don't feel worthy of his care and attention risks hurting him more than you.
You slowly slip out of your shoes and cross into the living room, retrieving a red controller from atop the console before sinking onto the carpet beside him. You toggle through your choices before landing on Link. Changbin glances over at you disparagingly.
"Link sucks."
"Kirby sucks."
"Hey!" Changbin, practically shouts in your ear, "Don't insult my widdle cutie guy..."
You grimace theatrically at the baby talk.
"Don't ever do that again."
"Or what?" Changbin challenges as he immediately unleashes a combo move that has your character hurtling toward the edge of the battle stage.
You hop around, avoiding him and trying out different button combos. It's been forever since you played this game. Your ex had been a Halo enthusiast. You were never big on first person shooters, but you tried to get into it for his sake. He hadn't the patience to help you learn, though, and after a couple of sessions of grimaces and apologies on your behalf mumbled into his headset, he'd stopped taking you up on your offers to join him.
Kirby darts back and forth across the screen after you on stubby pink legs. Eventually you get the hang of things and are returning his attacks, though he easily bests you in an embarrassingly short sequence of moves.
"Sorry, I'm no good at video games," you mumble apologetically.
The smug look falls from Changbin's face.
"Why are you sorry?" he raises a brow, dropping his controller into his lap, a little smile still playing on his lips.
You shrug. His smile fades.
"Who says you're no good?"
Shit.
You shift your focus to the screen and toggle for a new character.
"Best two out of three."
You can feel his eyes still on you as you opt for Princess Peach.
Two out of three turns into five out of eight, and around eleven out of twenty, the doorbell rings. When Changbin turns in surprise toward the sound, you take the opportunity to deliver a critical blow, winning your first match of the night. He rolls his eyes as you giggle wickedly and moves to answer the door.
You pull your phone from your pocket reflexively to check the socials you've deleted, before sighing and tossing it across the room to land on the carpet with a thud.
"Did you just throw your phone?"
Glancing over your shoulder, you catch him shooting you a quizzical look over a stack of pizza boxes tall enough to feed a small army. Clambering to your feet you trail after him into the kitchen.
"You do have plans, you liar!" you elbow him as he opens the top box and pulls out a slice, hissing as the melted cheesy overflow burns the tips of his fingers.
"Ow!" he snaps up a napkin and cradles it under the steaming piece of pizza, shaking his other hand before holding up his fingers in front of you.
"Blow on 'em," he whines.
You raise your eyebrows.
"You're joking."
He pouts and you want to laugh. This big, grown man is seriously going to give you the lip right now?
"That's what you get for having no patience, Bin..." you tsk disapprovingly.
He lets out a little disappointed sigh.
"Meanie..." he grumbles, and lets his hand fall.
You return your focus to the obscene amount of food now stacked on Nari's kitchen table.
"So, I'm sure people are going to start showing up, so I'm just gonna..."
Changbin hands you a paper plate with two slices of pizza and heads to the fridge where he fishes out two more beers. You stare at the plate in your hand.
"I...Bin..."
"What, you don't like sweet potato?" he asks with a smirk, cracking open a can and handing it to you.
You blink at him in confusion.
"Please enjoy this meal compliments of Han Jisung, who never remembers to update the address on his delivery app. Now, load up on pizza and let’s get back to it because I'm not trying to let you act like you came out on top from winning that last match on a fluke."
You scoff at his last remark. Watching him pile several slices onto his plate, you take a bite of yours. It tastes good, and you realize as it hits your stomach that you haven't eaten all day. When was the last time you ate a real meal? When was the last time you wanted one?
"Noona?"
Changbin's voice makes you realize you had zoned out and when you blink up at him, there's just nine inches of disposable dinnerware between you. His lips are pursed and his eyes trace your features, their gaze gentle but searching.
"You alright?" he asks.
There it is again; the concern. He isn't just checking in. His voice is soft and low, like his eyes. As a rule, Changbin's voice is strong, resonant - saying everything from his chest without even trying. So when he's gentle, when he pulls himself back...
"Do you miss that guy?" he murmurs.
"No!"
You say it so quickly.
Changbin nods.
"I'm just..." Fuck, why are you suddenly so emotional? "I think I'm...adjusting. Y'know?"
He nods again slowly. Then he reaches up and touches your face, dragging his thumb over the side of your mouth and suddenly your brain waves flat-line. Your eyes widen and your lips part, but before you can even process what's happening, he drops his hand to swipe it on a napkin.
"Had sauce on your face," he mumbles, and you can't read his.
His mouth is tugged up in a small smile but somehow it looks sad, and his eyes look like they're still asking a question that was never really answered. Before you can consider any further, he picks up his plate and heads back toward the living room.
You follow him, still half in your head.
When you sit down next to him, there's something hanging unspoken in the foot and a half of space between your bodies. Something has shifted, gone taut.
Shit, had you made him uncomfortable? Why had you stared at him like a weirdo when he...wait, he touched you...
Your eyes shift over to where he sits beside you. He runs a hand through the wavy hair over his ear. Has he always been so beautiful? He turns quick enough to catch you staring and you put your plate out of your lap. The pizza smells so good but suddenly you can't touch it.
Changbin initiates another round, which you lose in record time. Your stomach grumbles.
"You better eat if you're going to have any hope of beating me again," he goads, finishing off his third slice to abandon the crust with the others on his plate before launching another game.
"I had enough," you deflect, pushing your plate toward him.
"You took two bites."
"I need to cut back."
"Like...go on a diet?"
"Yeah."
His brows furrow and his tongue slips between his lips as he sends Kirby into a hammer flip that lands as a critical hit and you wince.
"What have you eaten today?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"I...I don't know. I..."
Your stomach twists. The hunger is there, but so is the anxiety. The fear of being judged for eating too much or too quickly or...
The game pauses. Your plate slides back toward you over the carpet.
"The rest of that piece. Or whatever else you want. But something."
His voice is gentle but firm. You sigh.
"Fine," you murmur, grabbing the half-eaten slice.
You take a bite, and slowly raise your eyes to his as they regard you patiently.
"Sorry," you mumble, covering your mouth, shifting away from him.
"Why now?"
"I make gross noises when I eat."
"What? No you d-"
A hand tugs at your elbow. When you look back toward him his handsome face holds so many things, and you watch as they take turns seizing his features. Horror...pity...anger.
"Who told you that?" he asks lowly, but it doesn't sound like a question. "Noona..."
He squeezes your elbow.
You feel everything you've been shoving down in your chest begin to well up.
Fuck, no!
Your lip trembles.
He's shifting to face you.
You shake your head and press your eyes shut.
Your hand is encompassed in a larger one.
"It's lies, all of it," Changbin whispers with desperate conviction...and your dam breaks.
He pulls you into his arms as you sob with abandon. One of his hands encircles your waist tugging you against his broad, warm chest, and the other slips to brush tenderly over your nape as you tuck your face into his neck.
"He's a liar...shhhh...he's a lying piece of shit," he insists earnestly, into your hair. "You're perfect. He's the one who needs to fix himself. You're so, so perfect."
Perfect? You let your heart hold the word in its palm for one precious moment before pushing it away. Your heart had never been one to accept gifts it didn't think it deserved.
You weep and weep in his strong arms until you run out of tears, and then he holds you while you breathe. As the catharsis of your breakdown begins to settle in, you wonder at the comedown - a softer, warmer one than you've ever known – and you consider the loveliness that has broken your fall.
Soft and firm, everywhere he touches you. And warm. So warm. Not just the heat radiating from his body like a furnace – the velvet rasp of his voice, the absolute and unfaltering nature of his embrace.
Your hands move tentatively against his back. Soft cotton stretches and bunches between your fingers over his sturdy frame. Where your face is pressed to his collar every breath draws in a comforting combination of detergent and cologne. When you close your eyes and sigh, letting your weight sink against him further, you feel his arms tighten in response.
"Sorry," you croak feebly.
"Stop," he implores you, "Every time you apologize, I want to sock that guy in the face."
"I...I'm so stupid, I didn't even really realize..."
"No," his arms squeeze you again, "He had your trust. It was his job to protect you."
Protected. That's how you feel right now. Safe. So, so safe. Letting him hold you and reassure you felt good...it felt right. But yet again, the voice in your mind that liked to remind you how much of a burden you always were speaks up in a sickly whisper.
You pull yourself slowly from his arms and off his lap. Drawing yourself up to stand, you wipe your hot cheeks, puffy red eyes finding his like the needle of a compass. Unprepared for what awaits you in his gaze, your knees nearly give out beneath you.
Changbin is looking up from where he kneels before you, the yearning in his eyes unchecked as they burn with an unasked question and an unspoken promise.
"I should go," you whisper, barely able to form the words.
"Don't," he says, standing.
"If I stay I'll just wreck your night," you mumble.
"You could never," he insists, lips tugging into a little smile. His eyes are still pleading.
"Changbin..." you breathe, suddenly drowning again in the fizzy serotonin his words ignite in your chest. "You don't want..."
"You let me be the judge of what I want."
His hands find your arms and he pulls you in. There are centimeters between you. His eyes rest on your lips. Your heart hammers in your ears as your brain begins to malfunction the way it had when he touched your face...
"D-do I have something on my-"
Mouth? His.
The whole of your being floods with something beautiful and ineffable at the touch of his lips and no voice, no doubt, no force in the world could be stronger than the one that pulls you into him. Your arms fly up to wrap around his neck and tug yourself impossibly closer. His hands drop to your waist, pressing desperately in kind, and your bodies mold together. You flush with heat, sparks igniting in your belly and skittering through your veins as his lips move against yours. He stumbles back, pulling you with him as his knees buckle at the edge of the couch, and your body spills over his lap.
Your fingers card into his hair.
His hands drop to the back of your hips.
Your tongue brushes his bottom lip.
He moans.
At the gorgeous, deep sound from his chest, you pull back, fighting the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth. What the fuck is happening right now? You don't get much time to consider as his head falls against the backrest and his eyes flutter open.
"Sorry," he grins bashfully. The tips of his ears burn pink.
"Now who's apologizing for no reason?" you tease, pressing your hands to his chest.
He smiles so sweetly in return you feel you might physically melt. And then the smile fades and the lids of his eyes grow heavy and he leans up to claim your mouth.
His lips taste the same as a moment ago, but their press is slower, hungrier. His hands are powerful and assertive as they hook under your thighs and pull your hips flush against his own in a single tug. You gasp softly against his lips and you feel his smirk. You feel his smirk and something else - something beginning to press up into your ass through your jeans.
Licking into his mouth, you push down, grinding your hips over his in a slow, deliberate undulation. The groan that falls from his lips unlocks something inside of you that needs to know every sound he makes and how to elicit them. Your mouth drops to his neck.
Suddenly, he's gripping your waist and pivoting to lay you on the cushions, slotting himself between your legs. You're still dizzy from the sudden rush of movement, when your legs curl around his hips and over his ass and–
A loud buzzing from the coffee table has you mourning the press of Changbin's lips to your throat as he glances at the caller ID.
"Shit!" he scrambles to sit up, hand still gripping your thigh above your knee when he presses the phone to his ear.
"Hey," he runs a hand through his hair. "What? Nothing. No, I didn't forget. I will, I will."
You recognize his tone of voice. There could only be one person on the other end of the line. You sit up, your head beginning to clear as the reality of the situation washes over you.
"Okay, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Be safe. Love you."
Changbin presses the end-call button and tosses the phone onto the cushion beside him. He leans back against the couch and claps his hand against your leg with a sigh.
"She really knows how to wreck a moment for me."
You crack a wry smile.
"I mean, it's probably for the best that we don't desecrate your sister's couch."
His eyes widen as horror, disgust, and amusement wage war across his features. You burst into a fit of giggles. He feigns a gag. You laugh so hard that you snort.
"S-sorry," you clap your hand over your mouth, still tittering while your ears heat in embarrassment.
Changbin's face softens again. He reaches for your hand and pulls it from your face, threading his fingers through yours.
"Cut it out."
"What? I can't be embarrassed about snorting like a pig?"
"No. It's cute," he smirks.
"It is not!"
"Mhm. Everything you do is cute."
He glances over at you, a lopsided smirk on his perfect lips, his eyes sparkling. He means it.
You fluster, gaze dropping to your enjoined hands, and concentrate on tracing little patterns on the back of his with your thumb. He sighs.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
The request takes you by surprise and your heart squeezes. If it was any other guy, the night would have been over. For the fourth time tonight, you had been about to head for the door, and for the fourth time, Changbin makes you feel wanted. So you stay.
You grab a big, fluffy blanket from the basket in Nari's room, and when you return, Changbin has the lights dimmed and Your Name ready to go on the TV. You smile as you settle in beside him, tossing half the blanket over his widespread legs.
"We don't have to watch this just because it's my favorite, you know," you insist, but he shakes his head.
"Taki's ma' boy," he smirks, shooting you a glance as he presses play on the remote.
You're not quite sure what it means, but you feel your heart skip a beat just the same.
You love this movie. You love that you've seen it enough times that you can talk through it. You love that Changbin is more than willing to talk over the film himself. You're not certain when it happened, but by halfway through the movie his arm is stretched out behind your shoulders and your head rests on his bicep.
"Do you remember seeing this together in the theater?" he asks suddenly, tilting his head toward yours.
You grin.
"You cried and Nari gave you shit about it," you recall.
"You bailed me out. Told her all the sniffling was you. Never even teased me about it either."
Changbin smiles down at you, his eyes sentimental.
Butterflies flutter their delicate wings in your ribcage. How does he make you feel this way?
Your eyes dip to his lips for a moment. Sighing, you nuzzle into his shoulder, hiding your face as much as seeking his warmth. His arm slips off the back of the couch to curl around your shoulders and pull you into his side. The movie plays on.
When the credits roll, Changbin stretches and yawns, and watching him it dawns on you that, working at a fitness center, he's an especially early riser.
"We should call it a night," you offer, standing and stretching yourself, but you're tugged back down into Changbin's lap, yelping as you topple onto him.
His arms encircle your hips as he regards you with a sleepy grin.
"What, do I live here now?" you tease.
"Stay the night," he urges, tightening his arms around you. "You really want to drive back now?"
You chew your lip, eyes tracing over his face. This is all more than a bit unreal, and you haven't given yourself even one second to process what's happening, lest you utterly panic. All you know right now is that your little ship had been sinking and he had hauled you into a lifeboat. Everything outside of him seems like a raging sea.
You nod.
"Okay," you whisper, combing his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll stay.”
His eyes dip shut at your touch and the butterflies flutter gently once more.
A few minutes later, you take Nari's room and slip into a pair of her cotton shorts, which do basically nothing to contain your ass, and tug on a plain white tee that stretches snugly over your torso. How a big guy like Changbin could have emerged from the same genetic pool as his teeny tiny sister was beyond you. As you glance in the mirror, your heart sinks. You don't like how the tight fit is pressing you out everywhere you're most self-conscious. But, they are just pajamas, and they're all you have at your disposal.
As you're about to head into the master bathroom to finish your nightly routine, you remember that the toothbrush and toiletries you keep on hand at Nari's are in the little half-bath attached to the guest room. You groan, glancing at yourself again in the mirror, and pull a blanket around yourself before crossing the hall.
Hoping Changbin hasn’t yet fallen asleep, you knock hesitantly on the door. You hear the bed creak before the door opens to reveal a head of mussed hair and hands scrubbing over bleary eyes. But it's not what you notice. Your apology for rousing him dies on your lips as your eyes glue themselves to his bare chest. Blinking dumbly, your eyes climb from his soft stomach subtly rippling with the presence of strong abdominals up to a pair of impressive pecs with wide-set, dusky nipples. His flannel pajama pants settle at his hips, accentuating how his body broadens as it rises from his waist to his full chest and wide shoulders flanked by bulging biceps. Thick. He's so fucking thick you could bi-
"...Noona?" he rumbles, his voice husky from sleep. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing...sorry..." you rush out, ripping your gaze up to his. "My toothbrush is in your room – I mean! in your bathroom. That's where I usually stay, so...but I didn't think you'd be asleep. Sorry, I can just..."
He rubs over one of his eyes with his palm as he steps aside.
"You can grab it."
Right. You shuffle in awkwardly, trying not to step on the blanket dragging around your feet. As you cross the dark room, you try not to dwell on the rumpled sheets of the bed that speak of his body having lain between them, or the soft smell of his cologne hanging in the air. You quickly retrieve the little toiletry bag and, as you move to squeeze past Changbin at the door, he eyes the fluffy shroud you're clutching to your chest.
He raises a sleepy eyebrow.
"I'm sure Nari has pants you could..."
"I'm wearing pants!" you bluster, "They just...don't fit."
You move out of the doorway to make your way back to your room, but a hand cups the side of your face and turns it as soft lips meet your forehead.
"Good night, noona," he murmurs with a little smile before retreating back into his room.
You stand in the hall, staring at his door, the butterflies absolutely aflurry.
Despite your best efforts, you can't sleep. Your mind is full of the last five hours. Full of Changbin.
He had kissed you. You had kissed him back. And it had felt...
You roll from your side to your back, sighing up at the dark ceiling. You chew on your lip as you remember breaking down and his arms around you. You would usually feel regretful and ashamed after baring yourself like that to someone. You despised moments of weakness. But you couldn't bring yourself to hate the moments in his arms. You didn't regret them. In fact, you wanted him to hold you again. You wanted to feel vulnerable in his hands, and you wanted him to keep you safe.
You feel heat rush up from your neck as you recognize these feelings.
You must be absolutely shameless, you conclude in wonder. You should be freaking out right now - this was Changbin, for Christ's sake – Nari's brother! You should be wondering what happens next, and what all of it means...but even so you can’t bring yourself to care. All your mind can focus on is how his arms felt like waking up after a nightmare to song birds and soft sunlight.
After an hour or so of tossing and turning, the salty pizza from dinner has you parched and slipping out to the kitchen for a drink. You pull a glass from the cupboard and fill it at the fridge, gulping down the contents to refill it again. Suddenly, you feel two strong arms snake around your waist and you start, sloshing your water and smacking the back of your head into the man holding you. You hastily set your glass down and turn in his arms as he lets out a groan, one of his hands releasing you as it flies up to cup the front of his face in pain.
"Bin, oh my god! Are you okay? You scared me!" you chide with a chuckle as you reach up to push his hand away and brush the tips of your fingers across his nose.
He pouts down at you and you smile.
"Did I wake you?"
He huffs.
"Yeah. To get your toothbrush. Then I couldn't go back to sleep."
"Sorry," you groan, still stroking over where you had struck his face. "Does it hurt?"
He nods.
"Kiss it better," he mumbles cutely.
You roll your eyes, but lift your lips to comply when suddenly he interrupts the motion with the soft press of his mouth to yours. It's slow and sweet, and you're struck all over again with how quickly you melt at his touch - a sensation you cannot imagine ever growing accustomed to, but to which you are fairly certain you are in danger of growing entirely addicted.
"Bin..." you whisper against his lips, "Bin, what are we-"
"Liar," he murmurs, pulling back.
Your mouth parts in confusion as you stare up at him, still drunk on his lips.
"You said the clothes didn't fit. You should wear this all the time," he smirks as he squeezes low on your waist.
Your cheeks heat as you remember what you're wearing, but you don't have long to be anxious over it as he presses his lips to your nose...the corner of your mouth...your jaw. You tremble as you lean into him, fingers splaying over his warm, bare chest.
"Let me show you," he whispers against your skin.
"Sh-show me...what...?"
He draws back, pressing his forehead to yours.
"How perfect you are."
You still, eyes flicking up to his. They're dark and tender and pleading. You let out a little shuddering breath.
"I...you don't have t-"
His arms hold you closer, gentle but insistent.
"Let me," he whispers, the tip of his handsome nose brushing over the dip of your cupid's bow. "Please. I want to."
You swallow, eyes dropping to his lips. You want it too, you find. You want his hands and lips and eyes all over you, bringing warmth everywhere they meet your aching body. You nod and take his lips again with yours.
"Yeah?" he murmurs against them.
"Yeah," you breathe, slipping a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair.
He groans in response, deepening the kiss as he licks at your parted lips and when your tongues brush, sparks burst in your belly. You feel it all slipping, the masks, the walls - every barrier you hold up to shield yourself from not being enough. His arms are strong and his lips are tender and you can't focus on anything but the perfection of being so utterly held.
His mouth moves to caress your jaw, under your ear, down the column of your neck, and suddenly you feel the edge of the counter pressing into the small of your back. His hands grip your waist and he hitches you onto the tiled surface with ease. It's cold against your bare legs, but you don't have more than a second to register the discomfort as Changbin nudges his way between your knees. He runs his hands over your thighs as his eyes trail from your panting lips to your lightly heaving chest.
You feel your nipples pebble under his gaze and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with mischief as he runs a hand up your side, over your shirt, to rest under the swell of your breast. He flicks a thumb over the hardened bud and you whimper and jump. He laughs softly, his smirk spreading into a full smile as he squeezes your breast and brings his eyes to yours.
"Your pretty body likes me, noona," he puffs proudly, massaging you deftly through the soft cotton of the tee.
You don't have a witty retort. Your body likes him so much that it frightens you. And with the deep affection you already feel, have long felt, for him...
You reach to gently tangle your hand again in his coarse, dark curls. He glances up, a sweet little smirk tugging at his pretty lips again.
"Bin..." you sigh.
"Hmm?" he hums as he slips his hands to your bottom and tugs you forward so that you're flush against him.
You dip your head and your lips ghost his.
"Nothing," you whisper, and you kiss him again. Again and again.
His hands slide from your ass to slip beneath your shirt at your lower waist and he kneads the soft flesh above your hips.
"So soft. Feels so good," he groans into your mouth.
You moan as the walls of your pussy contract. You're beginning to ache, beginning to drip – and his words seem to affect you as intensely as his touch.
He moves his lips to latch onto the soft skin of your neck and suck, his hands bunching your shirt up and up until his mouth pops free from your skin and he's pulling the thin garment over your head and tossing it aside. The cool air pricks your skin and you become keenly aware, for the briefest moment, that you are sitting on your best friend's kitchen counter, stripped down to her sleep shorts, with her brother between your thighs. As your brain races to decide whether to find that incredibly arousing or absolutely panic-inducing, Changbin's cherry lips rewire your neurological pathways in favor of the former when they close around your right nipple. Your head lolls back, colliding with the cabinet door and it clatters.
"Shit..." you hiss softly, threading your hands into his hair and gripping it by the roots.
Your eyes slip shut and you focus on the sensation of his warm tongue slipping over the peaks of your breasts, his strong, smooth palms cupping and caressing. And then you feel his little puffs of breath and the nudge of his nose at the valley of your chest as he groans and smushes your tits up to meet his face.
"I fucking live here now," he mumbles into the globe of your breast, and despite the heat of the moment, you softly laugh. You laugh and you feel his smile pressed to your skin.
Then suddenly he's pulling you into his arms in a bridal carry. You know he's strong, as you wrap your arms around his neck, but can't push away a pang of self-consciousness as he bears your weight.
"Bin, I'm so heavy..."
"You're not."
"I don't want you to..."
"Stop it," comes his voice in a soft, deep command as he halts in his tracks to kiss you.
He kisses you and kisses you until you believe that he could carry you until the end of time, and then he takes you into the guest bedroom and sits you gently on the bed. The bed with the mussed sheets that smell like him. The sheets that he's leaning you into as you push yourself to the middle of the bed while he hovers over the top of your body, his lips never leaving yours.
As he sinks down over you, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress has warmth licking through your veins. You move your hands to caress over his broad back, feeling his muscles ripple beneath your fingers as he shifts to prop himself up on his elbow. You use the free space to trace your hand down his chest and abdomen until you reach the waistband of his pants. If he'd just push himself a few inches up you could...
He pulls away, just barely breathless, and his eyes find yours. He reaches down with his right hand to pull yours gently from between your bodies and to his lips, before threading his fingers through yours and pressing your joined hands into the sheets beside your head.
"I want to eat you out."
He says it so simply, so confidently, and you can feel more arousal gush to join what's already begun to paint your inner thighs.
"Fuck..." you breathe, your fingers trembling in his grasp.
"Can I?" he asks, kissing your lips softly again.
For a moment you're afraid of what saying yes will mean, of the intimacy of it all, of the possibility that you won't measure up, someway, somehow, or maybe...that you will - and what in the world you would do with that level of acceptance...
You let out a shaky sigh, as you hold his gaze. It arrests you and washes over you. You remember his eyes as he knelt on the living room floor, and all they pleaded with you to disbelieve, to unlearn.
Yes. Yes...If it's him, you want it, whatever it means.
You surge forward, pressing your lips to his, your hands weaving through his hair, pulling him in. He lets out a tiny whimper as you devour him, kissing him with determined abandon until you have to come up for air.
"Yes, Bin, yes," you shudder into his mouth as he pants over you. “Yes I want you to.”
In answer, he presses one last tender kiss to your lips before moving to kiss down your body. He moves slowly, but with purpose, pressing an adoring mouth to every part of you that’s bared. He kisses your ear, your neck, your collarbones…he moves over your shoulders and down your right arm to the tip of each finger. He kisses your breasts and down your stomach. He kisses your belly button, and over your hips and down your left thigh. He kisses the inside of your knee, and bends your leg to kiss over your calf and down to your ankle.
You can barely watch him, as he brushes his lips over you, but he flicks his eyes up to yours so often you don’t dare look away. There is something flickering in his gaze, something like a challenge - daring you to contradict, to doubt what he seeks to impress upon you - and you begin to feel something strange and new. Something you’d never found at the touch of a lover, blooming in your chest and unfurling like a proud little flower under the sun: the strong, heady beauty of esteeming yourself worthy of his desire. It terrifies you a bit, and the ugly voice that has heckled you so often tries to cast doubt, but Changbin’s lips and hands are too persistent and assured for the harbinger in your mind to linger long. And the tidal wave of lovely feelings crashing over you threatens to destroy the shabby prison your heart has lingered in for so long.
Changbin lays his head on your thigh as he brings his hand off the other to cup your pussy over the softness of your shorts. His groan is nearly as loud as yours when he rubs over your mound, and it makes you impossibly wetter. He’s so unabashed and liberal with reacting to what he enjoys, and he is clearly enjoying you as much as he ever has anything.
He moves to bring his face to your clothed cunt, hovering over you for a nanosecond to catch your eyes as he mouths down over you. Your jaw drops open, and when his teeth scrape dully over your clit, your hips jerk and you fist the sheets. Changbin pulls back with a smirk, and sits back on his knees between your legs. He pulls one of your legs up to lean against his shoulder as his hands instinctively knead over the muscles of your calf and thigh.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, with a little smile.
You nod with one of your own.
“I’m gonna lift you, okay? You can hold onto my legs, but I’ll have you, so don’t worry.”
You bite your lip and nod, suddenly a little shy. Look at him. Where did he get all this confidence?
He drops your leg briefly to tug off your shorts and panties, cursing at how wet you are, and gently slipping two fingers to brush between your glistening lips and over your clit. You gasp at the sensation - his fingers deft, his touch soft but firm where you ache for him. And then, suddenly, he is sliding your legs back up to rest against his chest and shoulders. His hands slip down to your hips and he effortlessly tugs your ass over the incline of his thighs and flush with his abdomen. Your heart starts to thrum in your chest. His body is warm and sturdy against the soft plush of your ass. Heat floods your cheeks when you sense a slickness against him where your arousal has begun to smear against his stomach. He, however, is far less bashful. Widening the gap between your thighs, he dips his head down, inhaling deeply.
"Fuck…" he murmurs, squeezing your legs where he holds them.
When he raises his eyes to yours again, they’re unlike you’ve ever seen. They’re dark and hungry and hooded in a way that nearly intimidates you. His expression is full of heat, and manly in its sudden gravity. He watches you as he slips his thumbs under your waist and, slowly with strong hands, pulls your hips up beneath his chin. Your legs bend at the knees and drape around the crown of his head. Your spine curves where your upper back is flush with his thighs, your arm on either side of his kneeling form, and as he embraces you tightly around the hips and waist, you feel nearly every ounce of your weight suspended in his hold. The blood rushes to your head where it lays against the mattress, your neck curving just shy of his knees, offering a clear view of his gorgeous face as he wastes no time in pressing his open mouth to your labia.
Your core muscles flex in response, hips pressing higher against him as you feel ripples of exquisite pleasure trickle through your body from above. The smooth muscle of his tongue slips past your entrance and begins fucking into you. Your head swims, the slightest dizzying restriction of oxygen dampening your ability to focus on anything but the bliss of his hot, wet mouth. Being tasted has never felt this intense. You whimper, your hands reaching around his body to find purchase on his muscular ass. You feel the press of his throbbing erection into your back as his tongue fucks unhurriedly into you. He’s rock hard, and all for you. From the sight of your naked body, the feel of you in his hands, the taste of you on his tongue. From the sounds pouring off of your lips as he worships your sex.
Your legs begin to shake. You’re so totally in his hands. He holds you, lavishes you, consumes you. Nothing stands between you and ecstasy, and you can feel your climax fast approaching as pleasure ebbs and flows like a crashing tide on the rhythm of his firm, languid strokes.
"Ch-Changbin! Nhhh!" you mewl, you voice throaty and muffled from your position.
He growls against you and you nearly cum then. One of his hands drops to squeeze the soft mound of your right breast. Your cheeks burn, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead and neck. You can feel your pussy throbbing - hot and sticky and swollen with stimulation - as he devours it like the flesh of ripened fruit. His lips encircle your clit and suckle as the tip of his tongue flicks over the erect peak of your bud.
And then it all goes white. You lose all sense but feeling as you rock your hips up to meet him, the tension in your abdominals adding sinfully to the fluttering pulsating of your pussy. There’s nothing but you and him and his arms around you and his mouth against the most intimate parts of you as your orgasm washes over you in electrifying slow-motion, pulling you under a tidal wave of bliss for what seems like an eternity. Your lips part in a silent scream of his name, your eyes pressed shut, as he works you through the longest and most intense climax your body has ever experienced.
You feel him place one last sweet, gentle kiss to your cunt before moving the hand on your breast to one of your thighs as he guides you back down onto the bed. You’re panting and boneless as you watch him draw an arm over his cum-slicked chin and cheeks. For a moment he simply looks down at you, a victorious air about him as his eyes trace your sated features and his gorgeous chest heaves with labored breath, then he crawls forward on the bed, stretching himself out on his side next to you, his body flush with your own. He slips his hand over the soft skin of your belly and rubs it soothingly as he watches you with a little grin.
“You good?” he asks in a raspy murmur.
You reach for his face, bringing it to yours as you kiss him with what wherewithal you have. You pull away, still breathless.
“Am I good? Seo Changbin, I think I could fly.”
His answering smile is so filled with joy and pride and affection that you think you truly may have sprouted wings. You roll to your side to press yourself against him, your hand tugging at the waistband of his pajamas, but he takes your hand again in his.
“Not tonight.”
“Why?”
“Tonight is yours.”
“Bin…”
“I’m yours.”
You blink up at him, his head resting on his hand, his eyes sparkling and soft.
“If you’ll have me,” he raises your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “You don’t have to answer right now. I know you’re going through a lot, and this is all…new.”
He smiles again, glancing down as his features take on a boyish shyness.
“But I care for you. And, however things work out,” his eyes lock with yours again, “I’ll always protect you.”
Your heart stands still. There are things that are too deeply lovely for words to be wasted on them. Any words but three - three that are already deeply true, but which have begun to mean something beautiful and different tonight, burying themselves like a little seed in your heart that needs time to grow. So for now you let yourself cry tears that fall like raindrops in the sunlight, and drift to sleep with the steady beat of Changbin’s heart.
“Ay!” Nari’s voice cuts through the din of chatter as her hand shoots out to narrowly prevent a fellow patron from snagging the chair beside her. “Sorry, seats are taken.”
She takes a sip of her beer and stretches her short legs as far as they will reach across the two empty chairs beside her.
“The guys are gonna have to hustle if they’re gonna sit with us,” she says reproachfully, dark brows rising as her eyes scan the venue for the bodies that belong in the seats you have been desperately attempting to reserve for the last hour.
The Eight Ball is crowded to bursting, and you scan the stage for signs of the evening’s openers. Checking your phone, you find that it’s nearly eight. You also find a text that brings a smirk to your lips.
“What?”
You glance up at Nari, who’s staring at you suspiciously.
“Nothing…” you mumble, flipping your phone back over onto the table. You sip your cocktail through a straw.
“Are you texting him?”
You nearly choke on your drink.
“What? Who?”
“You know who,” Nari mocks, narrowing her eyes at you. “The jerkwad.”
“Oh my god, Nari, no!” you sigh, as your phone buzzes again.
She glances at it.
“Then what was with the look? Who are you…”
“Are these for us?” a voice belonging to a smiling, dimpled young man in a black hoodie with a matching beanie pulled over his head saves you from further explanation.
“Jesus, Chris, finally,” Nari admonishes as he takes the seat next to you, pulling her legs off the remaining chairs to free them up for the other two men that follow behind him.
The freckled blond pulls Nari into a side hug which she returns, booping his nose before leaning across him to peer menacingly at his friend.
“Yo, Jisung,” she barks, “If you’re gonna order several hundred pizzas, how about taking some with you next time? My fridge is still stuffed.”
The young man blinks wide, surprised eyes at her before his brain catches up with her scolding.
“Sorry, but it wasn’t my fault!” he insists poutingly. “I ordered them because Changbin asked me to and then he canceled gaming weekend ‘cause he had a girl over.” he grumbles, causing the other two to snicker.
“Nice,” Chris giggles.
This time you do choke.
Your eyes fly to your best friend, watching the barrage of questions bubbling up on her face when a voice cuts through the din, silencing the crowd and unknowingly saving himself for the time being.
“Good evening, Eight Ballers!” Changbin rasps into his mic as Hyunjin waves, as ridiculously beautiful as ever, beside him.
You look at Changbin’s eyes.
They’re bright and confident and determined. You smile and cheer when he finishes introductions. As the band hits the first few notes of the opening number, his gaze finds yours, and it’s full of so many things.
His eyes sparkle with seven days worth of secrets – of waking up to your eyes and arms, of a weekend of nothing but bare bodies and hearts, of weeknight phone calls until the wee hours of the morning…of a new way of caring for each other that you’ll eventually tell the others, but that is just yours for now.
As you look at him, so full of adoration, you hope you can offer him even a fraction of the new world he’s only just begun to share with you – and the reflection you see a little more beautifully each day in the light of his eyes.
-Fin-
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Laced With Love
Summary: Your friend gave you chocolates laced with an aphrodisiac as a joke for your birthday. But before you could warn him, you found him stuffing his face with the little "gift". This is the story of how that went.
Pairings: Seo Changbin X Reader (F!)
Genre: Some humor, smut (MDNI)
Warnings: Use of aphrodisiacs (Tabs Chocolates), unprotected sex, grinding, Needy! Dom! Changbin, overstimulation, pet names, hand job, dirty talk, scratching, praise, 18+, a a bit of teasing
Word Count: 3.6K
You couldn't believe your eyes.
Your friend giggled hysterically as you stared at the box in your hands at the moment, mouth open and eyes wide as you kept reading over the label. Your cheeks flushed as you remembered seeing ads for this on TikTok, but never really saw you using them ever. Kind of. Okay, not really.
But still, it didn't help the fact that you went speechless upon seeing her gift:
Tabs Chocolate.
Not just one box, either. She got you 5. That was 15 chocolates in total that were laced with aphrodisiacs. And since you were only supposed to take half, it meant there were 30 doses. What the hell?
"Well? You like it?" She asked. She laughed as you set the box into the bag as fast as you could, doing the same for the other four. And the second that the chocolates got back into the bag, you immediately looked up to her, flustered.
"Are you serious? You gave me drugged chocolate for my birthday?!" You whisper yelled, only getting her to laugh more. "What happened to perfumes or cute little plushies that reminded you of me?!"
"You like chocolate!" She told you, still laughing.
"Yeah, regular chocolate! Not drugged chocolate!"
"They're not drugged, they're just gonna make you horny!"
"That's still bad!" You whined, dragging your hands over your face. Your entire body sank, your eyes glancing back towards the bag filled with the cursed chocolate. "And you got me 5 boxes, too! 5! What am I supposed to do with 5 boxes of-of HORNY chocolate?!"
"Share it with Changbin, duh!" Your friend said, continuing to laugh.
"What?! Absolutely not!"
"Come on, you said it yourself! You wanted to spice up your bedroom life, and now you have something new to try!"
"Yeah? Well, when I said that, I didn't mean this!"
"Oh, relax! Knowing him, he'll enjoy it!" Your friend told you, patting your shoulder. "Trust me...
"You'll LOVE it."
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A very long and very loud sigh left your lips as you made it back to your apartment. You were still in utter disbelief of your friend's..."gift"...wondering how she even had the balls to do that to you in the first place.
Sometimes, you wondered how the hell the two of you were still friends in the first place.
But, your brain wasn't focused on that right now, you had bigger things to worry about. You set the bag of chocolates onto the counter, deciding that the first thing you could do was get into something a little comfier before going into a full state of panic.
And so, you left the chocolates unattended, going straight for the bedroom to change out of your outfit you decided to wear for dinner between you and your friend. You decided on a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, as you never really liked being too hot or too cold. So you'd always opt for either a sweatshirt and shorts, or sweatpants and a sports bra.
Once you were changed, you grabbed the clothes you had on originally, going to put them into the hamper. And as you did so, thoughts flooded your mind. Sadly, they were all about those damned chocolates.
For one, what the hell were you supposed to tell Changbin? That your friend decided to gift you 5 boxes of drugged chocolates that'll make anyone that eats them horny and that she wanted you both to try them out? Yeah, no. That's just embarrassing.
Also, where were you even supposed to put them? You couldn't put them with your other foods. What if someone else ate them? You weren't about to deal with that. Because that's also embarrassing.
Could you give them away to other friends? Maybe Changbin could give them to his members so they could use them with their girlfriends? Or maybe you can sell them online. There was no way that you were gonna use them, anyway.
But then, you heard it. The sound in and of itself made your heart drop, snapping you out of your thoughts. There was no way. No way, no way, no way, no way. And then, you heard it again. Fuck.
It was the sound of chocolate snapping.
Upon hearing it once more, your body moved on it's own, going straight to the kitchen in a panicked rush, praying it wasn't what you thought it was. Please, no...nonononononono--
"Oh, hey! I was wondering where you were." Oh, God.
Your eyes widened as you saw the sight you least wanted to see. You shouldn't have left those chocolates unattended. You should've put them somewhere you could see them, somewhere where he wouldn't be able to find them. But there was no going back to the past to fix your mistakes. It was already too late.
There in the kitchen sat Changbin, leaning on the counter with his phone in his hand, a piece of the Tabs chocolate in his other. His mouth was chewing on a previous bite of the laced sweet, and two wrappers were already on the counter.
"Changbin, you didn't..." You trailed, feeling your body tense up as Changbin's face went from happy to confused.
"What? Are you upset about me eating the chocolates?" Changbin asked, looking down at the candy. "I didn't think you'd mind; I mean, you have four other boxes. Though, they only have three, you'd think that there'd be more--"
"Wait, hold on. You finished an entire box yourself?" You asked again, your voice sounding much more in shock than before.
"I was hungry!"
"Changbin!"
"WHAT?! You know how I get when I'm hungry, I needed to eat something and the chocolate was the first thing I saw!"
"How many did you eat?"
"Huh-"
"How many did you eat?!"
"Just the first box, I swear!" Changbin said, watching as you came close and checked for yourself. Sure enough, the first box was completely empty. Once again, your stomach dropped. "Jesus, I knew you were protective of your food, but this is a whole other level."
"Changbin, those chocolates are laced." You said, your eyes showing just how serious you were. And immediately, Changbin tensed.
"No."
"Yeah." You responded, showing him the front of the box. "This brand? Tabs? They make chocolates that have an aphrodisiac in them." Then, you opened the box, showing him the piece of paper that covers the chocolates. "It says "For Your Other Half" because you're supposed to break the pieces of chocolate in HALF and share them with your PARTNER."
"I thought they just said that because most chocolate bars just want you to share..." Changbin trailed. You could tell that he was getting more and more nervous as you continued. You took the piece of paper off, showing him the inside of the box where the chocolates sat. In each little indent was an outline of the three dirtiest emoji's you could possibly know: An Eggplant, a Peach, and 3 drops of water.
"Did it not click after seeing these three pictures?" You asked, raising a brow.
"No...I didn't think to look, I was busy eating!" Changbin countered, making you facepalm.
"Changbin..."
"Don't say my name like that, you're making me nervous!"
"You should be nervous, dumbass! You ate 5x the amount of the recommended dosage!"
"Hey, don't call me that! Besides, you were the one who left them unattended! You know you can't leave food unattended in this household!"
He...had a point. Sadly. You had faced the consequences of leaving your food unsupervised multiple times. Every time you weren't actually there eating your snack or meal, Changbin would instantly go and eat it for you. He couldn't help it, he was a foodie. So, unfortunately, you were also somewhat in the blame here.
After a moment passed of you not being able to respond back to him, Changbin sighed. You didn't blame him either. After all, he was gonna be in for it. Super sensitive, not being able to think straight until his dick was wet. More-so than usual, too. But finally, he spoke up, giving you a nervous glance.
"So, uh..." He started, shifting in his spot. "How long do I have?"
"30 minutes at best." You replied. You huffed out a breath, crossing your arms as you looked at the chocolate. You really had to take care of that stuff.
"Just 30?" Changbin asked, watching as you nodded. "God, I'm gonna be in the bathroom for a long time, aren't I?"
"No, Binnie. I... This is my fault. I shouldn't have left them out for you to get your hands on them, I know better. You were right about that." You told him. You walked over to him, giving him a shy smile as you put a hand onto his cheek, gently rubbing it with your thumb. "I'll help you out, okay?"
"You sure? I don't wanna go too crazy, especially since we haven't been intimate for that long, and--"
"Changbin." You immediately cut him off as you pecked his lips, moving your hand down to his arm. "I'm sure."
Changbin would just have to accept that fact.
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As expected, Changbin did NOT accept the fact that you had offered to help him once those chocolates kicked in. You weren't surprised, as Changbin had been really nervous about being rough with you. After all, he was right about the two of you being sexually active for just a short amount of time.
But you were gonna take responsibility for this. And then, you were going to slaughter your friend for giving you these stupid chocolates in the first place.
It had only been 26-ish minutes since Changbin had eaten those chocolates. The two of you had been sitting on the couch, watching some random show you two had decided to watch for the night when he suddenly excused himself. You couldn't help but wonder why until you heard the loud whimpers coming from the bathroom.
The aphrodisiacs had kicked in.
A nervous breath left you as you sat up, going to the bathroom as strangled moans and whimpers left the bathroom. You could feel yourself getting aroused by the sounds of Changbin trying his best to jerk one out to try and calm himself down, but more than likely, he was too far under the drug to even get a grip. And so, you knocked on the door, hearing the sounds stop.
"Bin, are you okay?" You asked, putting an ear to the door.
"F-Fine..." He replied. Yeah, right.
"Changbin...did the aphrodisiac kick in?"
"M-Maybe...Y-Yeah, it did..."
"Can I help you, please?"
A brief pause washed over the two of you, before Changbin spoke up.
"I-...It's too sensitive, c-can't think straight...I don't know if...if I could control myself, Bunny..."
"Binnie, that's fine. I want to help you."
"I...A-Are you sure?"
"I've never been surer in my entire life."
Once again, another wave of silence passed. You assumed Changbin was trying to make up his mind to the best of his ability. But it didn't take long for him to make up his mind.
"Door's...fuck...the door's unlocked..."
You didn't waste any more time once you heard him say that. You immediately opened the door, walking in slowly. And it didn't take long for you to find Changbin on the toilet, his hips bucking up into the air upon seeing you. And oh god, it didn't look good.
For starters, his nipples were prodding through his shirt, making themselves very well known. His sweats were pushed down to his ankles, his legs spread enough so his thighs weren't touching his cock. And that was standing tall and proud, leaking from the tip, red and throbbing.
"Oh, Binnie..." You said, slowly approaching your struggling lover. Changbin just whimpered at your voice, looking up at you with needy eyes.
"Bun-Bunny, I-I can't--"
"I know, baby. Come on, let's go to the bedroom." You encouraged, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him up. The second he stood up, his legs just barely grazed his balls, getting a rather loud whimper out of him.
"Fuck, Bunny...I-I don't think I c...can walk..." Changbin got out. You went and pressed a kiss to his cheek, giving him a warm smile.
"I know you can. And once we're in the bedroom, you don't have to move. Okay?" You told him. Changbin took in a breath, nodding. And so, you slowly guided him to your room, Changbin whimpering along the way. Finally, you got him into the room, and immediately laid him down.
"Bunny...please, to-touch me...I-fuck..." Changbin told you. More like he begged you. He needed anything from you. He needed you, period.
You didn't waste any more time, and slowly reached your hand to his raging cock, gently grabbing it. Changbin moaned out at the contact, his hips thrusting into your hand. You placed a hand onto his chest, rubbing it gently as he continued to use your hand, fucking his cock into it. You carefully moved your hand slightly, trying to pump his cock to help out, but Changbin immediately grabbed your wrist, holding your hand still.
"Don't fucking...god, just keep...keep it there, Bunny..." Changbin grunted, continuing to moan. You did exactly what he said, keeping your hand still as he fucked it, moving his hips as fast as he could.
But something told you it wasn't enough.
You could tell by the way his face was contorting, the way his brows furrowed, and how his breaths came out of his mouth, that he was getting frustrated. Your hand was fine. It was working. But it wasn't doing the job.
"Bunny...ne--need more from you...gotta-I gotta get more, Bun..." Changbin moaned.
You nodded, still keeping your hand there for him, but managed to get your sweats off with the other. And once that was done, you threw a leg over his, and situated yourself right over his cock, lowering your clothed cunt right onto it. You knew you were wet, but you guessed that your juices had seeped through your panties, because Changbin moaned loudly when he felt your heat.
"Oh, fuck..." Changbin groaned, immediately grinding his hips against yours. You whimpered, leaning your torso down to his chest, grinding your own hips against his. You thought he was hard before, but feeling his dick grinding against your wet folds made it feel so much harder.
"Bin..." You whined, putting your hands on his shoulders, the two of you grinding together like two horny teenagers. It was a scene that could be seen in a sex movie or some corny shit like that. But to the both of you, it didn't matter.
What mattered was that it felt amazing. As you kept moving your hips on top of him, Changbin grabbed them, keeping you moving at the pace he needed you to go. He made sure to hold you there, not letting you leave. Not that you planned to, anyway.
But to him, it still wasn't enough. It was better than the hand, but it still wasn't good enough. He needed you. He needed you badly.
Real badly.
And so, he flipped you onto your back, getting on top of you. His hands went to your thighs, spreading them apart. You could feel him staring at your pussy through the panties, almost like he was admiring what he was about to ruin. Soon enough, he moved one of his hands to your bra, pulling it up so he could see your chest. Those beautiful and very perky nipples that he adored.
And then, he trailed his hand down your stomach, rubbing your clit through your panties, smiling as he saw you squirm and whine underneath him.
"B-Binnie--"
"You...you're beautiful like this." Changbin said, moving his hands to your panties, pulling them off of you. You whimpered as Changbin looked down at you, admiring you like this. "Such a pretty pink pussy...fuck...glistening for me a-and everything."
"Bin, please-"
"What, you getting impatient? Getting all needy for my cock?" Changbin asked, pressing his dick right up against your folds, moving it up and down. Up and down. Up and down. "B-Bunny, fuck...what am I go-gonna do with you?"
"Bin...need you..." You whined out. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. "Please, don't tease..."
"J-Just wanna admire you...before I ruin you..."
With that, Changbin pushed his tip into you, making you whine. He moaned out, slowly pushing the rest in. You moaned at the feeling being full, carefully pulling him down to you. Your arms went under his so you could hang on, and your legs spread as far as you could get them to.
And then, Changbin started moving. You let out a moan, squirming at the feeling of him moving in and out of you. Changbin wasn't in a much better shape, moans and whines coming out of him. It felt good to him, feeling your walls grip around him, keeping him warm and wet. But still, he needed to move faster.
"Binnie-oh my god, please...faster...y'gotta go faster, baby..." You moaned out.
"God, I-..shit...yeah..." Changbin moaned out. Honestly, he thought you'd never ask, and was grateful you did. He started moving faster, putting a hand under your head as the other went to your hip, trying to hold you in place. You cried out at the feeling.
He felt so damn good.
And you felt good, too. You were clenching at the sensations from him fucking you, and when you added that with the sensitivity given to him by those fucking chocolates, it brought on a whole new world for Changbin. He just couldn't get enough of you.
He moved his hands to your legs quickly, moving them to go to your chest and over his shoulders, practically folding you in half. And immediately, he went deeper. Hell, at this point, his dick was just kissing your cervix, touching it before moving out and going back in, repeating the process.
"Oh my-fuck, Bunny, hitting so deep inside your perfect tight little pussy...so tight for me, aren't you?" Changbin spat out, his brain not really processing what was coming out. His hips moved faster, and you cried out again, your nails digging into his skin. "Such a good girl, taking me so damn well..."
You moaned at his words, your hands gripping onto his shoulder blades as he fucked you. It felt so good, having him pound you into the mattress. Your brain was going fuzzy, pleasure crashing through your body. And that's when you realized you weren't gonna last much longer.
"Bi-Bin, gonna cum--I-I'm gonna cum--"
"Cum. Cum on my cock, Bunny." Changbin commanded. You obeyed. Your body convulsed as you hit your high. Changbin slowed down to ride you through it, hissing at the feeling of your nails digging into his back. "Good girl, Bunny. Such a good girl for me."
And then, he went back to his previous pace.
"Changbin!" You moaned out, gripping onto him as he went back to his unforgiving rhythm. Skin slapping together filled the room as Changbin continued, not slowing down for a second. "Bin, I can't--can't, too much--"
"You can, Bunny. I know you can." Changbin growled. You couldn't keep yourself from moaning, your hands gripping onto Changbin once more.
"C-Cumming! Fuck, Changbin, I'm cumming again!" You moaned out. Your second orgasm hit you right after that, your body shaking as you clenched around Changbin. Except this time, Changbin didn't slow down for you. He kept his pace up, keeping you up on that high. "Changbin!"
"Bunny, you feel so fucking good--oh my god..." Changbin moaned, his eyebrows furrowing as his hips kept their pace up. At this point, you were pretty sure that his back had been scratched up pretty well, due to the fact that you were being sent into overstimulation. Because before you even knew it, your third orgasm hit you like a bus.
"Binnie!" The moan you let out was pornographic as you trembled, feeling that orgasm hit you harder than the others. Your nails dug into Changbin's back more than the last two orgasms, and your head was thrown back. Changbin still drove his hips into you, though, his pace was getting a bit more frantic, his rhythm sloppier than it had been.
"B-Bunny, fuck, m'gonna cum... holy shit, m'gonna cum so fucking hard..." Changbin moaned out, his breath starting to get heavy. "M'gonna fill you so much..."
"Bin, p-please, c-cum...please!" You moaned out. Changbin did just as you said, groaning out loudly as he finally hit his orgasm, painting your walls white. You were extremely quick to follow, hitting your fourth and final orgasm. You shivered, your muscles in your legs starting to spasm as Changbin rode your climaxes out, moaning as your nails dug into his back for one last time.
Once the both of you had calmed down a bit, Changbin pulled out of you, which made you whine at the loss of feeling full. Both of you were sweaty and fucked out, but you were both satisfied. Especially Changbin.
"Feeling better, Binnie?" You asked, rolling onto your side with a small smile, laughing a bit at the sight of Changbin looking so exhausted.
"Yeah, yeah...I...I'm better. Way better." Changbin said, wiping some sweat off of his face as he smiled, looking over at you as well. "You're such a trooper, Bunny."
"Thanks, Bin." You replied, going over to hug his side. "I hope you learned your lesson about eating things without reading the label?"
"Again, not my fault." Changbin mumbled, kissing your cheek. "But you have to admit, that was pretty fun."
"It was, yeah."
"We should do it again."
"No."
"Oh, come on! Please?" Changbin whined, giving you puppy eyes. "You should take the horny chocolate though."
"Changbin, no."
"Don't act like you don't want to!"
"I don't want to!"
"PLEASE!"
Yeah, you were definitely in for a long night.
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IRRESISTIBLE
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Pairing: Changbin x fem reader
Word count: 850
Note: Reader sees Changbin shirtless for the first time. Also yeah maybe this one was a little self-indulgent because I haven’t been able to find any scenarios like this one so I wrote one of my own 😤
The gentle, muffled sounds of the shower filled the room as you laid on the bed, beginning to doze off. The sounds of the water coming from the bathroom relaxed you, your eyelids beginning to droop slightly in response to the soothing sound. You could feel yourself slowly beginning to doze off, but just before you could, you heard the shower turn off. The sudden silence causing you to stir, your eyes snapping open.
The door to the bathroom was pulled open and out walked Changbin, clouds of steam streaming out of the washroom as they escaped the small space. His jet black hair was wet, only a few lone strands sticking to his forehead and he wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of black basketball shorts.
Your jaw went slack as you stared at his broad, bare back. This was the first time you'd seen Changbin without a top. You've ogled at him plenty of times, watching how his shirts cling to his buff figure and stretch across his large chest, but this was different. This time, there wasn't a piece of fabric covering his incredible physique. It was all on display for you to see.
His shoulders were so wide, his thick, sturdy arms flexing as he rummaged through one of the dresser drawers. You swallowed as you practically gawked at him, drinking him in and savoring the moment—until he turned around, that is.
You were quick to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep but Changbin knew better. His amused chuckles reached your ears, causing you to peel one eye open.
"I know you're not asleep, Y/n."
You gave up your act as he approached you with that signature sideways smirk of his plastered on his face. Your attention was quickly drawn to his exposed chest and abdomen causing you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Changbin's main focus when working out was his arms and chest and boy did it pay off.
In addition to never seeing him shirtless that meant you hadn't seen his stomach either. Paired with his impressively large biceps and pecs was a soft-looking tummy, the sight making your heart flip. You'd always assumed Changbin was what you'd call "soft buff" which was someone who was extremely built in the chest and arm department but still managed to have a little tummy and you loved that. Seeing the image in front of you was so much better than anything you could've imagined.
Changbin crawled on the bed licking his lips as he hovered over you.
"Like what you see?"
Your cheeks were immediately set aflame as you averted your gaze out of embarrassment. Changbin's index finger and thumb were placed delicately on your chin, turning your head to face him.
"Hi, pretty."
You swallowed thickly, the temperature in your cheeks rising exponentially.
"Don't get all shy now. Not after you were shamelessly checking me out." He smirked, leaning in closer.
You could only let out a small squeak that sounded too much like a whimper, which only fueled Changbin's confidence. You were like putty in his hands. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to yours for just a moment, which seemed to successfully pull you out of your trance.
"Do you know attractive you are?" You murmured, still in a slight haze, allowing your hands to plant themselves on his shoulders.
"I think have an idea." He grinned, leaning down to latch his plush lips onto yours once again, the feeling making every inch of your body heat up.
Changbin's confidence was one of the many things you found so attractive about him. He was always going around flaunting his gigantic biceps, flexing them for Stay and looking at his arms in the mirror only to praise himself and talk about how handsome he looked. The fact that he was aware of how good-looking he was and wasn't afraid to audibly compliment himself was so sexy.
Changbin's warm lips wrapped around your bottom one, applying the slightest bit of suction that had you melting underneath him. Your fingers curled around his shoulders, nails unconsciously digging into his flesh as you released an involuntary sigh, too caught up in the moment to control your actions.
Changbin grunted at the pressure of your nails, but didn't mind it all that much as he continued to ravish your lips with feverish kisses and tiny bites.
He lowered himself down, diminishing the space between your bodies until his bare torso was flush against you, his lips not once leaving yours. You slipped your arms around his little waist and started sliding your palms up and down his broad back, occasionally digging your nails into his skin when you felt yourself becoming engrossed in the kiss.
Changbin pulled away for a moment, gazing down at you with droopy half-lidded eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as that little sideways smirk of his made an appearance.
"If I knew you'd react this way to seeing me shirtless I would've done it a long time ago."
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♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── love beyond a door..
pairing || changbin x reader
summary || being neighbors with you was easy for changbin, just like it was falling for you.
genre/s || love trope. fluff. romance. angst.
trope || boy next door
masterlist || stray kids as love tropes
mina’s notes || dedicated to Lu, my binnie lover. please enjoy ♡
At first, Changbin didn’t think anything of the fact that you would often arrive at your door while he was leaving his. It led to exchanged pleasantries, and usually a compliment thrown in from you about his latest performance or song. In the beginning, he was nervous once you recognized him, not knowing whether you’d share with the world where he was currently living. When a month or two passed by and nothing was leaked, he grew to trust you and slowly started to participate when you’d ask questions about his day or comment on something they did. Before he knew it, leaving his apartment was the favorite part of his day.
Maybe it was the way your eyes lit up when they looked at him or how you played with your fingers when you asked him about Stray Kids, but it didn’t take long for his feelings to start to develop. The more he learned about you, the easier it was for his feelings to grow. However, your relationship, if anyone would call it that, only consisted of these little moments in the hall before you both went back to your own lives. Changbin didn’t know why he couldn’t bring himself to see you outside of the hallway walls. Every time he saw you coming home from a night out, he would mentally note that you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. After almost a year of being neighbors, he thought he could work up the courage to ask you out to coffee, yet every time he saw you, the words died on his tongue.
The frequency in which he’d run into you changed over time, but your smile never changed. There were days when he noticed the light didn’t meet your eyes, and then there were days when you seemed to vibrate with energy. However, he hated the days you wouldn’t look at him in greeting, instead choosing to focus on the ground with a soft greeting as you quickly would slip into your apartment. Those were the days he wanted more than anything to have more than his trivial relationship with you. Changbin wanted to be able to make sure you were taken care of in your time of need.
When a day passed that he didn’t see you, he didn’t think too much of it. Perhaps your schedules didn’t align today, or you went out of town. It was the second day when he noticed that your door was slightly ajar causing his heart rate to spike in concern. Did someone break into your place? Were you hurt? Questions quickly entered his brain before leaving. What should he do? Since he didn’t have your number, he figured he’d check on the place just to make sure nothing was wrong then close your door and wait to run into you again. That seemed like a good plan, right?
Slowly peeking in, Changbin took note of the things that gave him a further look into your life. Photos and art on the walls. Things were stacked on various surfaces, the most notable was the small stack of take-out boxes on your counter. Taking a few more steps into your place, he saw you wrapped in a blanket on your couch, lips slightly parted as you slept. His heart couldn’t take the sight. You looked so precious curled up with your hair covering part of your face. Tearing his eyes away from you, he finally saw the empty medicine bottles and tissue box. This was the reason he hadn’t seen you. Before he knew what he was doing, he was moving around your place tidying up the different messes.
In an instant he was closing your door, almost all the way before heading to the store around the corner to replace all the empty things he took note of. It felt weird for him, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing this for you. From the glimpse into your life, he hated the way that you didn’t have anyone to take care of you when you got sick. Before he knew it, was back in your living room, placing the new items on the now clean table. His lips tugged up to the side, seeing that you hadn’t moved out from the blanket that he draped over your shoulders. You were precious to him at this moment. Really, he wanted to be the person you called when you started to feel sick or needed anything at all.
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By the time you woke, the sun was no longer streaming through your windows, yet your room was still glowing from the lamp that was turned on in the corner. Maybe in your drugged state, you woke and turned on the lights before falling back asleep. Slowly, you got yourself to a sitting position pulling the blanket tighter around your frame. You hadn’t remembered falling asleep in but from the paused drama on the screen, you realized you didn’t make it very long after you’d the last of the medicine you had. A groan escaped your lips as you remembered you’d now need to go out to buy more.
The bright sticky note on your table caught your attention after you mentally hyped yourself up to get off the couch. Written in nice handwriting, you picked it up noticing the replaced medicine littering your table. Your door wasn’t closed so I panicked and came in… I noticed the empty medicine, so I ran to get you some more. I also tried to tidy up so you didn’t have to waste energy on it… I apologize if this is overstepping my boundary… or if this was creepy… your neighbor Changbin. Blinking a few times, you reread the note four more times to make sure you were actually reading it correctly. The adorable boy next door was worried about you enough to check on you and buy you more medicine? There was no way, was there? The sudden knock on your door spooked you back to reality as you got off the couch wondering if he’d come back.
Instead, you found a small bag outside your door and an empty hallway. Picking up the bag, you noticed another sticky note the same color as before. Setting everything down, you pulled the note off the bag reading over the same handwriting as before. I ordered you soup and a few other things. Try to eat before taking more medicine and going to bed. Message my number if you need anything else… your neighbor Changbin. At this point, you couldn’t stop the butterflies floating around in your chest. Unwrapping everything you sat back on the couch, eating the soup, before taking more medicine and sending a thank you to the number that was left.
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Changbin read the message from you every time he had a free moment in the studio. He worried that you would have found it creepy that he had gone into your apartment, touched your stuff, left, and come back. Yet, you thanked him instead. In truth, he didn’t really expect you to message him at all, but he was now over the moon that he had a different way to talk with you. When he didn’t see the light under your door when he got home, he hoped that you were able to sleep soundly through the night.
When morning came, Chanbin’s alarm went off earlier than he liked but rolled over nonetheless to grab his phone. He knew when he or the guys were sick, having food that you didn’t have to make always helped them speed along the process of healing. Knowing exactly what Minho would get the boys, he ordered something similar to be delivered to his house. Really, he should have had them leave it at your door, but he couldn’t help using this as an excuse to get closer to you. After a little bit, he was showered and knocking on your door with food in hand. Every rehearsed hello flew out the window when you opened the door hugging a blanket around your shivering body.
Carefully he shoved the food container in your hands before disappearing back into his place, grabbing the first sweatshirt he could find. In seconds he was back at your door, where you still stood, a small smile on your face as you stared at what you were holding. You didn’t have to get more soup, your voice scratchy from both the sickness and just waking up. Food helps you heal, Changbin replied as a matter of fact before handing you his sweatshirt, wear this today. It should help when you get cold. The fever must not have broken yet since he could feel the heat radiating from inside your place. Thank you, you whispered pulling everything closer to your frame. I’ll order you lunch since I have schedules all day. Once those are over, I’ll swing by with dinner, he spoke quickly, not leaving any room for you to say no. A small nod of your head was all you gave before backing into your apartment and letting the door click shut.
In the following days, the habit formed for Changbin to order you food early in the morning and bring it to you along with a new sweatshirt before leaving for the day. In between practices, he would find Minho to figure out which food would be best before ordering it to your place. After his day was over, he would knock on your door with food, medicine, and anything else that you may have needed. There were days when he didn’t have to ask you what you needed, instead you gave him that information willingly. He felt like it was a big step in your previous relationship boundaries of only talking in the halls.
Changbin wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do once you got over your cold, but for now, he was enjoying the time he got to spend with you. It became easy for him to fall into this routine of seeing you in the morning, calling you in the middle of the day, and then seeing you at night to eat dinner with you. He loved it, nearly as much as he was in love with you. Maybe he used this as an excuse to spend time with you, however, he watched the way your face would light up when he would show up at night food and drink in hand.
Weeks had passed since you had gotten over the cold that originally plagued you, and yet the constant routine that was developed during that time continued to happen. Even on nights when the members were with him, instead of going into their shared place, he would knock on your door, entering to spend the remaining hours of the day with you. Honestly, it had become so normal for him that he didn’t even realize he had confessed to you until he was curled up with you on the couch, a movie playing while your sleeping head was resting on his shoulder. Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow, on his off day, he would confess to you and make things official. Make this feeling in his chest permanent, because he just really loved you.
from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡
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★ Changbin ( stray kids ) lockscreens
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𑁍 Changbin ꒰ Stray Kids ꒱ lockscreens
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FREEZE
F/M Pairing: Female Reader x Seo Changbin (SKZ)
Genre: Mafia AU
Word Count: 7K
Warnings: Explicit Smut, Mentions of Violence, References to Alcohol, Cursing, Daddy Kink?
Summary: Everyone knew that the city’s biggest mafia leader had a soft spot for his girlfriend, and that meant trouble for anyone who put you in harm’s way.
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You were covered in blood, and Jisung had no filter.
“He’ll fucking kill me,” he sobbed as you drove with both hands clasped tightly to the steering wheel.
“Shut the fuck up, Sung,” you sneered between clenched teeth, trying to hold on to the last reserves of patience fizzling into nothing the longer he insisted on talking.
“A bullet right here,” Jisung continued, lifting one finger to prod at the center of his forehead.
You rolled your eyes at his dramatics. “He won’t find out.”
“How!” Jisung nearly shrieked. “He knows everything!”
It was hard to argue that point as you knew first hand just how many little birds Changbin kept around the city, ready to sing at a moment’s notice whenever he needed information.
“Stick to the plan,” you said. “There’s tissues in the back. Clean yourself up.”
Jisung sniffled, but obeyed your order. At least he had the wherewithal to know better than to put up another fight. After all, he had almost failed his mission after instigating a nasty spat in that bar, his temper flaring and forcing him to give a seemingly random patron a black eye. Too bad the son of a bitch worked directly for Park: Changbin’s biggest competition and a formidable opponent in his own right. He practically owned the downtown streets, hosting lavish parties on every corner.
Originally, Jisung had been sent to do minor reconnaissance work at one of Park’s newest bars, one that had been built a bit too close to Changbin’s territory for his liking. But Jisung had complained about going alone, and he talked you into accompanying him, even if that meant sneaking out of the penthouse you shared with Changbin against his direct orders.
“No going out today, doll,” he had purred to you that morning, keeping you trapped between his leather-clad arms as he decorated a mess of bruises down the side of your neck. “I don’t have enough men to protect you.”
Changbin had been right, of course. You and Jisung ended up fighting your way out of the bar with minimal information about its innerworkings. At the end of the day, you still didn’t know who ran it for Park, how much money it brought in, the types of deals conducted in those stupid reserved rooms at the back...
“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, whipping Changbin’s Maserati down one of the side roads next to your penthouse building, keeping to the shadows as you parked in one of the older parking decks to avoid attention. “He should still be at the office,” you said in a way to reassure both yourself and Jisung who had managed to stop crying long enough to give you a faint nod. “You can take the car and head home. If Changbin asks, I was here all day, yeah? And your job went smoothly without any problems?”
Jisung nodded again, a bit more forceful, trembling fingers taking the keys you dangled across the center console, watching as you got out of the car. “He’ll know-”
“Not if you keep your mouth shut for once,” you snapped to interrupt him, frowning when he slid across the middle console to situate himself by the wheel.
You made sure he fastened his seatbelt before you glanced down, groaning as you took note of your ruined outfit: covered in head-to-toe with that bastard’s blood, your once pristine white blouse and designer jeans were ruined, stained red to match the crimson tips at the ends of your curly hair. Not to mention the blood on your hands, and the faint specks dotting your skin like freckles.
“Y/N-”
“We’re fine, Jisung,” you said, giving his shoulder a little shove. “I’ll sneak up and clean everything before Changbin gets home.”
“Your clothes-”
“I’ll trash them,” you interrupted. “Just stick to the plan, okay?”
Jisung took a deep breath, looking entirely unconvinced. “I will.”
“Good,” you said. “He can never find out.”
Jisung opened his mouth once again, as if to argue to agree with you, but then closed it before shutting himself back in the car. You could hear the tires squeal as he took off, burning rubber and leaving a faint trail behind him, clearing after a few seconds to expose the empty parking deck.
You made sure that he was gone, and then with a deep breath, you turned around and entered the building through the back door.
You took the stairs to the top, feeling your lungs complain the entire time. Changbin had chosen the penthouse suite because of its amazing view of the city, but you were regretting the choice to live so high, and you couldn’t risk riding the elevator and being seen by another resident. After all, nothing screamed attention more than splashing blood on white clothes.
It meant that your hands were shaking from exertion when you shoved your key into the door, pushing it open with the toe of your shoe to avoid getting blood on the wood. Thankfully, everything was quiet when you walked inside, grabbing a trash bag from the kitchen because there was no hope for your clothes at this point. In your experience, blood stained everything, and there was no chance to clean it out of fabric.
After disposing of your blazer and taking a deep breath, you walked over to the sink, scrubbing soap into the skin of your hands until they were rubbed raw, scalding hot water burning your flesh. It took several long minutes until the red of the blood was replaced by the heat of the water, leaving faint blisters that would likely heal in a few days. At least you felt a little cleaner, pushing yourself back because you needed to hurry and change your clothes before Changbin got home...
“Y/N.”
You withheld a scream at the sudden intonation of your name, even as your heart dropped to your stomach, breath catching when you whipped yourself around to confront the man standing at the entrance to the kitchen.
“Changbin,” you whispered, feeling entirely exposed as his dark eyes narrowed, looking you up and down from head to toe.
For several long, agonizing minutes, you found yourself ensnared with that intimidating sneer that you were rarely the recipient of, as it was usually reserved for people like Park or the city’s scum that Changbin was more than happy to dispose.
“Care to explain,” Changbin asked, voice carefully composed, but there was rage in those eyes you loved.
“It was an accident,” you said. “Nothing bad happened.”
“Hmmm...” Changbin appraised you with a clinical look. “Tell me everything.”
You nodded, even though every nerve-ending was screaming at you to run. The well-rehearsed story you had told Jisung wouldn’t hold up anymore. There was simply no easy explanation to account for blood.
“It’s not even mine,” you started, hoping to assuage his anger.
But it had the opposite effect. “That’s not what I asked.”
You hesitated at his icy tone, heart beating a mile a minute. “I - uh, I got into an altercation on the road. Some asshole hit me from behind, shattered the glass and cut me all over. He ran from the scene and I didn’t get any information or his license tag. Thankfully, Jisung was close-by to come and help me. He drove me home and I asked him not to call you. Thought it would be best to tell you myself.”
“So that’s your blood?” Changbin immediately questioned. “Seems like a lot of blood for you to be standing there talking to me.”
“Well, it was just cuts and scrapes, but you know how blood stains-”
“Yes,” he interrupted with a raised brow. “I do know.”
“Right.” You swallowed hard at the ominous implication, reaching behind you for the edge of the counter for extra support. “I know you asked me not to leave, but I needed to pick something up, and it was meant to be quick...”
You trailed off, faltering under the weight of his impenetrable stare. The same one that had made grown men crack and plead for his forgiveness or fall loose-lipped and spill all of their darkest secrets.
“Is that all?”
“Yeah,” you exhaled, watching as he pulled his phone from his pocket.
“I should call the doctor to come check you out.”
“No!” you immediately replied, wincing at the abruptness of it. “I mean, it’s nothing major. He might be needed somewhere else.”
“I see,” Changbin said, waltzing over to grab the black briefcase on the counter that you hadn’t noticed until then.
He was impossible to read, too well-versed in the art of maintaining a convincing poker face to tell you if he believed your fabrication. But he wasn’t yelling, or making a scene. So, you could take that as a good sign?
But you were still surprised that he hadn’t immediately questioned your argument...all the obvious parts that were simply unexplainable...until he lifted a familiar laptop onto the counter.
You froze when he turned the screen around, hitting play and broadcasting footage from what appeared to be a dash cam - one that you hadn’t even noticed in the car.
“You can take the car and head home. If Changbin asks, I was here all day, yeah? And your job went smoothly without any problems?”
You could barely contain your whimper, watching as Changbin popped a cork on one of the wine bottles you had delivered the other morning, filling one of the wine glasses hanging from the decorative stand next to the coffee machine.
He took a sip, glaring down at the contents. “You lied to me,” Changbin said to break the sweltering silence. “You lied to me, and you disobeyed me.”
Every bit of oxygen was gone from your lungs at his declaration, and fear clasped a tight hand around your heart. “Binnie-”
“Take off those clothes and get yourself cleaned up,” Changbin growled, fingers gripping tight to the wine glass. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
“Changbin-” you tried once more, but Changbin had already turned his back to you, and a heavy dread settled in the pit of your stomach.
Despite the impossible weight hanging over your head, you managed to make it to the bathroom, stripping off the remnants of your bloody clothes before entering the shower. The hot water wasn’t even enough to make you feel clean this time, dreading the prospect of what waited for you in the bedroom. But you were also far too anxious to delay the inevitable, and you left the stall with a deep breath, giving yourself a quick look in the mirror before leaving to meet your fate.
It didn’t take long for him to notice your return, eyes narrowed with clear intent. And that could only mean trouble for you.
“Do you still want to lie to me?” came Changbin’s immediate question as soon as you joined him with a light shuffling of your feet, dressed in casual clothes that you had thrown on to make yourself look presentable.
He was standing next to your king-sized, appearing nothing short of intimidating dressed in his black slacks that held firm to his thighs and a black blazer, nothing underneath, revealing a long sliver of smooth skin. His arms were crossed over his chest, where you could see a hint of his firm pecs, fabric straining over his arms.
You would be positively salivating at the sight under any other circumstances if fear wasn’t so present, forcing yourself to meet his darkened gaze. “No.”
“No, what?”
You wanted to whine at the mere idea of the humiliation he was about to put you through. “No, sir.”
He nodded once, a brief acknowledgment that you had pleased him. “Come over here, doll.”
You faltered at the sound of the pet name, ignoring the way your legs shook beneath you, walking over to stand inches in front of Changbin. “Tell me what happened with Jisung.”
“Jisung...” you trailed off, still hesitating, and it was just enough for Changbin to reach out with one hand, snatching a fistful of your hair and forcing back your neck at an awkward angle, stinging pain erupting from your scalp.
“Tell me the truth, Y/N!”
And so you sang. Telling him absolutely everything. From the moment he left so you could change out of your cum-stained clothes from that morning’s fuck to the moment you walked back into the kitchen to stuff your blazer in a trash bag. All the while resisting tears and ignoring the fire blazing in Changbin’s gaze.
“You can’t punish Jisung,” you whispered at the end. “It was all my idea!”
“Sounds like he shares the blame,” Changbin mused, lessening the strength of his hold, allowing you to breathe a little easier without so much force.
“I just- I didn’t want to make you mad...”
“Too late for that,” Changbin growled, and you shook like a leaf, feeling the tears that you had been trying to hold back fall free.
He tsked at the sight of them, releasing you completely, and you took a step back, wrapping your arms around your waist. He sighed then, looking you over, some of the earlier fire dimming.
But only just a little. “I can’t let infractions slide, Y/N,” he started, and you focused on your breathing, trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” you dared to ask, only slightly relieved when Changbin smirked.
“You’ve been running that mouth a lot,” he said. “Using it to lie to me when I asked you to never do so. Maybe we can put it to a different use.”
The implication was right there in front of you, and you were quick to drop to your knees, fingers working at the leather belt around his waist. Changbin hummed in pleasure, hands making their way back to your knotted hair, keeping you close as you pulled down his pants to sit around his thighs.
“Good little cocksucker,” Changbin purred, breath hitching when you palmed him through his boxer shorts. “That’s why I keep you around. You might be hard around the edges, but that mouth always makes up for it.”
“Is that all I’m good for? Sucking your cock?”
Changbin scoffed at the question. He knew that your words were only intended to bite back a little. After all, he had once told you that you were irreplaceable to him. But in the moment, surrounded by so much heat that you could melt, you had resorted to petty asides in the hopes of drawing a reaction from him - one that might make him reconsider his tone if you made it seem like you were hurt by his comment.
“Don’t do that,” Changbin said, without missing a beat, even as his fingers reached out to circle your lips. “I know what you’re trying to do, and you know I could ask you for so much worse.”
You knew that too, kneeling statuesque still as Changbin considered his options. “You’ll suck me off,” he said. “And then I’ll see what kind of mood I’m in.”
You nodded as a response, pulling down the waistband of his underwear to free his cock, watching it stand proud and erect against the hem of his shirt before moving in. “Nice and slow,” Changbin requested, voice breaking around a choked gasp when your lips abruptly engulfed the head of his cock.
Changbin growled at the suddenness of your actions, and you couldn’t help but moan at the first taste of his salty precum on your tongue. You could practically feel yourself salivating, opening wide to take him in, head bobbing up and down to collect every inch.
You made sure to circle the head of his cock with your tongue, just the way Changbin liked, feeling gratified when he groaned. Repeating the action a few times before pulling your mouth off him with a sopping wet suck just so that you could lick a strip along the underside of his erection. Tracing the prominent vein as you glanced up at him to see that his eyes were shining with a hint of mischief against the dark lust as he shook above you.
That look alone had a rush of arousal pooling low in your stomach, resisting the urge to touch yourself when you took him into your mouth again. He was far too big to manage all of his cock at once, suckling on the head while stroking the rest of his length.
But Changbin had already said that it was a punishment, and you could feel your eyes growing bigger when he started to tug on your hair, hips grinding against you at a steady pace, and forcing his cock to sink deeper down your throat, shoving half of him between your lips and along your tongue before you felt yourself gagging.
“Doll,” Changbin hissed, resisting the urge to buck his hips even further, pushing the limits of your gag reflex, even if you knew that the tight heat of your mouth was irresistible. Feeling him sink his cock as deep as it could go, brutalizing your throat which was already starting to feel raw and used.
Eventually, he let you pull off his cock with a gasp to collect your breath, leaving behind a sheen of your saliva, dripping down the head. You panted from the exertion of being used, and Changbin used a free hand to grip himself at the base, the other jerking your head back to meet his boiling gaze. “You know I want to fuck you now.”
“If that’s what you want,” you croaked, voice hoarse from his previous ministrations.
You could feel the coiling tension radiating from him as he carded his fingers through your hair, keeping you grounded as he worked his pants and boxer shorts into the floor. “Get naked,” he demanded, and you used the side of the bed to help yourself stand, doing as he asked and trying not to blush under the heat of his stare.
You knew that he could have kept you kneeling there for hours with his cock in your mouth, using you as a glorified sleeve. Content to watch you suffer and struggle beneath his powerful hands. “Where do you want me?” you asked, squeezing your thighs together when you felt his fingers trace down the back of your skin.
“I want you to cum,” he said, surprising you with any remote sense of generosity. Usually, Changbin wasn’t in the mood to let you cum when it involved a punishment, and so you were hesitant to believe him.
You watched as one of his hands shot out to to push against your shoulder, forcing you to sit back on the bed. He didn’t even need to ask, you went willingly with the motion, allowing yourself to lie on your back, looking up at the ceiling as Changbin moved between your parted thighs.
Instantly, you were moaning when the flat of his tongue laved over the length of your cunt, leaving your mind pleasantly blank of all rational thought.
Your uneven breaths were getting caught in your throat as he groaned long and low, silky and smooth, the hot wet of his mouth fitting over your pussy while his tongue slipped between your folds, just teasing inside your fluttering entrance.
Pleasure sparked down your spine in one salacious roll, sending your hips arching against his mouth to seek more of the molten ecstasy. He joined your hands together on your inner thighs, locking them in place as his tongue lapped up and down over your clit but then-
He pulled back without warning, and you forced down your displeasure with a muted groan at the unexpected loss, fingernails digging into the skin of his hands. Warm breaths washed over the sensitive skin of your stomach, his lips pressing kisses against naked flesh. “You always taste so good.”
The haze of arousal was already leaving a thick cloud of nothing inside your head, jumbling your words as they fell from your chapped lips. “Please don’t stop.“
You knew Changbin well enough to know that he could do just that, leave you aching and wanting for him in the name of punishing you for whatever indiscretion you had committed. But Changbin had different plans for once, and you were taken aback by the hot swipe of his tongue over your swollen clit, leaving you breathless all over again.
Your hips moved up without your discretion, but his hands managed to keep them pinned down in their search for more of his touch, and he started a steady rhythm, in perfect tune with your body like a master musician who could play you like a favorite tool. Your entire concept of rationality growing smaller and smaller to become a singular pinpoint of white hot pleasure under the insistent pressure of his tongue.
A sound you didn’t recognize echoed in your ears, the pounding of your heart and the swoosh of your blood rushing, muffled with the groans hummed against you, and it took you a long moment to realize that those noises belonged to you - a wordless sob vibrating with the tremor of your rapidly building orgasm.
Suddenly aware of your surroundings, you could hear everything else - the slick, messy glide of his tongue as he lapped at your clit, the husky grunt of his breathing and the soft whimpers he pulled from your chest. Christ, it was all too much. Coherency tested because of the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, and you could feel the familiar strain as your core tightened and your orgasm continued to build up and up until -
His hum of approval vibrated against your swollen clit in a puff of hot air as he swirled the flat of his tongue over it and every muscle in your body seized all at once -
Your shoulders lifted off the mattress, spine curving as you tried to support yourself on your elbows, but failing as wave after wave of liquid heat pulled a trembling cry from your chest. You whispered his name as he worked your clit through it all, his tongue buzzing with the sound of his answering groan.
The climatic drop hit you with a snap, and you found yourself unable to do anything more than collapse back onto the bed. A deeply sated moan rising from your chest as Changbin’s eyes met yours from his place between your thighs. He immediately pulled back from your clit, dipping lower to gently kiss along your folds, the tip of his tongue tasting slick along its path.
You could feel powerful aftershocks rippling through your core from the teasing touches, and you huffed your discontent as the sensation mediated along the border of too much and not enough, pleasure trying to take root and build once more.
Your hands desperately clutched at him so tight that it hurt, and you loosened your grip to pull them free, sliding your fingers through his curls, fingertips twitching with the need to bring him closer and tug him away at the same time. You could feel the shiver run through him as your nails scrapes over his scalp, and he growled low, nose pressing against your swollen clit.
He jerked back and you let out a sigh of relief at the sudden rush of cool air over your core. “Did so good for me, doll.”
A pulse of want licked down your spine. His voice was raw with arousal, edged with desperation, hot and rough and impossible to deny. “Now, it’s daddy’s turn.”
He shifted onto his elbows, and suddenly you could feel two calloused fingers pressing against your entrance, circling lightly to gather your slick before dipping inside your cunt.
Your hips arched sharply at the unexpected intrusion, whining because you were still sensitive from your orgasm. You could feel him pushing his fingers deeper, your neck craning at an awkward angle to arch even further against his touch, hands leaving his hair to fist in the blankets and give you more room to anchor yourself, every cell in your body driven by the primal instinct to have him inside you.
He thrusted his fingers in to the knuckles and your inner walls squeezed tight at the heavy pressure, pulling a moan from both of you. Slowly, you watched him as he drug his fingers back until just the tips pressed inside you, and your pussy clenched once, twice, hips squirming, mewling cries pathetic even to your own ears.
His lips pressed a sloppy kiss to the crease of your thigh. “This little pussy...trying to pull my fingers in - “
“Yes please -“ your words cut off abruptly, hips finding the perfect angle that allowed you to grind down, keeping his fingers deep, satiating the desperate edge of your rising orgasm.
But it’s not enough, not enough even as he pulled his fingers back out and back in, fingertips curling and brushing over that pleasure spot and making your legs tremble.
You released your hold on the bed sheets with one hand to twist at his wrist - gasping at the obvious trail of your slick, wet on his warm skin - a moan wrenching free from your throat as he thrusted deep again. “Another please give me another -“
Your hand rushed to grasp at anything as he slipped a third finger alongside the others, stretching the walls of your cunt deliciously.
“Oh!” you cried, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
Another slow drag, a full body shudder that curled your toes, another thick stretch of your pussy around his fingers, and it’s so impossibly good, the best you’ve ever had, pleasure spiraling hot from your core. Your hips rolled with it, taking him deeper and -
His tongue lapped over your clit without warning, and you cried out his name, the sensation no longer too much but just perfect and he groaned as he repeated the same action again, a fresh wave of slick coating his fingers, making them squelch as they thrusted deeper into your cunt.
Your inner walls tightened around him desperately, ripples of pleasure coursing over your body in pulsating waves that stole the breath from your lungs, and when the tip of his tongue circled your clit and his lips closed around it to suck -
You’re eyelids snapped open, sharp pleasure swarming over your skin and splintering through your limbs and forcing a cry from deep inside your chest.
There was nothing else you could think about. Feeling yourself move closer and closer to the edge -
Then there’s the drop.
A second orgasm wracking through your body, his fingers and lips and tongue steadily pulling you through it, wringing every last drop from your throbbing cunt until you have nothing left, limbs loose and muscles spent.
You registered that he’s moving away from you again, and a heady pang of desperation squeezed a whimper from your throat but then he’s right there, warm, broad frame covering yours, a comforting weight that anchored you back to reality.
His lips trailed over your jaw, so warm and wet - from where he had so skillfully taken you apart - his mouth soaked in your pleasure.
Your fingers are diving into his hair and crushing his mouth against yours before you fully registered the taste of yourself on him.
It’s indescribable, the feeling of his lips, slick and swollen, the flavor of you on his tongue.
A sigh hummed in the back of your throat as he deepened the kiss, and you pulled him closer, legs parting to let him settle against your hips, hands sliding around his back and up the solid planes of muscle to grip his shoulders.
Your free hand dropped lower, exploring smooth skin, to palm his balls, rolling them between your fingers, and feeling them tighten in your hold. Your cunt clenched needily when Changbin grunted his approval.
Your eyelids fluttered when he moved in closer, muttering darkly in your ear, too gravely to even understand the words, the rasp and sinful promise in them as his tone became more desperate, sending another gush of wetness to drench your pussy.
Changbin’s eyes darkened at the sight, and he was suddenly on his feet, pulling you up at a dizzying strength.
“Bend over,” Changbin said, and you hesitantly turned around, leaning down to prop yourself on your elbows.
The arch in your back only deepened when he applied more force, causing you to bend at an obscene angle at the waist, shoving youe chest down onto the mattress. His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, spreading your legs to leave you open.
“Changbin!” you mewled, your eyes barely able to focus on the sheets under your palms, feeling your wetness start to build again he grunted and slid his cock teasingly down the crack of your ass and between your pussy lips.
Your eyes rolled shut when you felt him press the swollen tip against your opening, coating himself in your arousal. He groaned low in his throat, grinding his cock between your legs slowly. You arched under him, trying to rock your hips back before a strong hand at your hip stopped your movements.
“Shh…” he leaned down to rasp in your ear, leaning over your back so you could feel the heat radiating from him, “Daddy will give you what you want.” His voice – though rough – was like the sweetest nectar as it touched a desperate, primal part of you that begged to be filled by him.
You whimpered as the thick head ran up along your slit, catching on your entrance before pushing up to nudge against your clit.
“You’re lucky that I’m not doing worse.” His growl had you practically sobbing. Begging him to end his teasing.
The sudden pressure of the head of his cock entering you was enough to make your legs tremble. Fuck, you had never been wetter, never more aroused than you were in that moment and still, the ache in your hips as he entered you, the stretch you could feel in your pussy, had you choking on a gasp of his name.
He hummed his praise as you took him in, feeling every vein as he forced your walls to part around him. It was overwhelming at first – the pulsing throb of him as you struggled to adjust to something so much bigger than his fingers – but it soon bled into an inferno that hungered for more.
“You’re so tight, so fucking tight...” he groaned, heady pants against your ear as he inched himself deeper with strong, shallow thrusts. “So fucking perfect… pulling me in...always want to be inside you,” he snarled, the spike in anger in his voice making your muscles clench automatically around him at the thought. You moaned airily as he bottomed out, brushing against your cervix, and filling you so deeply you could almost feel him in your throat.
Knocking his forehead to the back of your shoulder, he waited only long enough to pull in a few long, shuddering breaths. The overwhelming feeling of being so stuffed full of him had you grinding your hips back on his cock, desperate to have him fuck you harder. He withdrew once and sank back in, the two of you moaning at the drag of his cock along your sensitive walls.
He finally, finally started to give it to you the way you wanted, and if you thought you were prepared, you were sorely mistaken. He picked up a brutal pace almost immediately, as if being sheathed in you for those few moments had strained his control.
You loved every second of it.
Dropping both hands along your sides, he grabbed your hips more fully, and you didn’t even attempt to stop your moans, awareness of anything but you and him melting away. Your cunt gripped him in a vice as his cock dragged inside you, curving perfectly up against a part of you that made your walls quiver with every thrust.
“Fuck...” you panted and dropped your forehead to your arm to bite the soft flesh as you tried to muffle your sobs, a scream tearing from you despite your efforts when he angled his hips up perfectly to make you see stars behind your eyes and intense pleasure sizzle through you.
He was touching places that brought you the most pleasure - years of fucking shaping him to know every inch of your body - and the bump of his head against that one spongy spot inside made you clench around him.
A calloused hand ran from the base of your spine up your back to press against the scruff of your neck, giving himself a better anchor to fuck into you, your name never sounding more sinful than when he repeated it in that low, husky timbre.
“You take me so well, doll,” Changbin groaned, voice undercut with a shuddering moan that wracked his body when you tightened around him, making him thrust into you wildly while chasing a desire that had been sitting on his chest ever since you dared to speak against him in the kitchen… “s-so good… ” his words trailed off as his head fell back, surrendering to his body’s need that burned through you both hotter than the sun.
You turned your head as much as you could under his hold to look at him, and you could’ve cum just by watching Changbin – sweat glistening on his honeyed skin and accenting the defined lines of his muscles – pounding into you like it was the last time he would have the chance, his grip on your hips firm and his eyes – though glazed with lust – locked onto yours when your lips parted on his name. A growl and particularly hard thrust were the only response you received in return.
You chased your orgasm frantically, conflicted in wanting him to keep fucking you but also to satisfy the insatiable hunger inside you begging to cum.
But then… he slowed.
Changbin let out a chuckle, his hips slowed from their brutal pace to lazy rolls, his cock sliding in and out of you. You whined, the torment of feeling your release ebb away from a raging inferno to a dull ache making you push back to try and regain that hard pace from before.
You were still half-dazed with lust that it took a few seconds longer for you to notice that Changbin had reached for his phone, grumbling something under his breath. “Binnie,” you pouted as his thrusts lulled to a slow grind against your ass, his cock buried inside you and barely withdrawing before rutting back into you again with slow rotations of his hips.
“Shh…” he purred. “I just remembered something.”
“W-what?” you managed to say, choking around a forceful grind.
“Jisung.”
The sound of Jisung’s name made your eyes widen as you shuddered beneath him. You tried to shake your head as he snapped his hips forward once more, the bite to your lip the only thing stopping your moan. “Don’t punish him...”
“Then you better not disappoint me, doll,” Changbin hissed, leaning back to his full height, still grinding his thick cock inside you and the pressure of feeling so full of him made your legs shake, aching with the need for him to move.
Your eyes were wide and disbelieving, so lost in the panic of hearing Jisung’s name, that you didn’t even acknowledge his words. Not until Changbin snaked a hand around in front of you to swipe his skilled fingers over your neglected clit.
“I’ve been so good Binnie,” you tried to keep your voice steady as you spoke, and it was a miracle that you even got a full sentence out with your cunt quivering around the solid length of Changbin’s cock throbbing inside you and sending a pulse of pleasure with every breath you took. “I’ve done everything that you’ve asked.”
"I guess you have,” Changbin growled as his fingers picked up their assault on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You jerked forward and gasped, knocking against the bedframe. “I’ll do whatever you want!”
“Let’s see if you can keep that promise…” you could feel yourself slipping back into a familiar, lust-drunk haze, trying to keep your senses about you despite how much your body was telling you to just give in to the man fucking you.
Changbin pulled his cock out drive back in with a grunt, clearly starting to become more impatient, the threat of walking the line obvious by how tight he dug his fingers into your hips, bruising the soft skin.
“You gonna disobey me again??”
“I just wanted to help!”
A snarl erupted from somewhere deep in Changbin’s chest as he picked up his pace again, the noise too loud in yours ears as his cock pounded into you harder than before, not taking kindly to your response.
“I-I’m sorry,” You managed to stutter between thrusts, trying to keep your voice from shaking but you were doing a terrible job. There was no way Changbin wouldn’t pick up on the half-hearted answer, even against the sound of his skin slapping against yours.
Changbin kneaded hard at your ass cheeks, spreading them to watch himself disappear inside of your cunt over and over before he grabbed your hips to pull you back against him. He spread his feet further apart, adjusting himself at a different angle, and just like before, white light dotted your vision when he hit something devastating inside you, the sound of your gasp loud in the room, bouncing off the walls.
“You’ll listen to me now, doll?” Changbin snarled next to your ear, leaving you to choke around a sob when he rammed himself inside, giving you no time to recover from each brutal meeting of your hips.
“I- I will,” you stammered, slurring around the words as you tried to hold on to the sheets beneath your fingers with all the strength you had left.
“Good,” Changbin purred, flashing you a familiar smirk that always managed to get under your skin in the best of ways.
Your breath caught on a short exhale, eyelids slamming closed when he gave three deep, sensual grinds of his hips before you were coming apart around him, moaning his name as you felt every bit of oxygen leave your body, the inferno building inside of you spiking with a violent shudder down your spine, leaving you spent and breathless beneath him.
“That’s my girl,” Changbin panted, returning his forehead to your shoulder as his hips lost their previous rhythm, slowly moving against you as you felt him cum with a hoarse whisper of your name.
“Fuck,” you cursed when it was all over, sweat covering your body and brushing against the heavy sheen that trickled down his own golden flesh, chest heaving against your back as you both fought to catch your breaths.
You shivered when Changbin removed his weight from behind you, slowly pulling out his cock, leaving a trail of cum to leak down the back of your thighs. You tried not to wince at the sensation, feeling the mattress dip as he laid down next to you, curling out one arm to wrap around you. His skin was hot to the touch, even more so when he drug you into his side, engulfing you from head to toe in his heady sweat-laced scent.
“Guess that mouth didn’t learn its lesson,” Changbin said in reference to your curse, finding the wherewithal to reach out and use one hand to grab your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me, Y/N.”
You blinked at him, swallowing down the knot growing at the back of your throat. “Changbin-”
“Enough people are, but I don’t want you to be one of them.” he interrupted, moving closer to press a sweet kiss to your forehead.
“But Jisung-”
“I won’t punish him,” Changbin said, and his eyes reflected the sincerity of his words. “Not this time.”
You rolled your eyes, puffing out your bottom lip. “I never meant to upset you.”
“I know that, doll,” Changbin said, gaze fond as he studied you. “But I’ve got enough enemies in this city, and they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you.”
You nodded, knowing well enough that it wasn’t an overreaction. From what you had rapidly grown to understand, there were people in this city salivating for weaknesses. A chance to bring down the biggest mafia boss and his syndicate and stake their own claim to the city’s riches.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling your eyelids grow heavy, the effects of your post-orgasmic clash making themselves known.
“Just this once,” Changbin said, and you could hear the warning in his tone, nodding your head against his chest. “Next time, you’ll be begging me to stop.”
You whimpered at his words, shivering at the possessive way he nipped at your shoulder, keeping you held tight in his arms.
Right where you belonged.
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💪🏻 I’d love to make you scream for me, too… 💪🏻
✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Changbin x fem!reader
✎ Genre: Smut
✎ Summary: Changbin crashes your gym session. You and Chan teach him some new things.
✎ CW: Ass play, pegging, fingering, partner sharing, voyeurism, praise, masturbation, dirty language, dirty talk.
✎ Word count: 2,027
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“7… 8… 9… come on, baby, one more. 10! Perfect, great job.”
Chan grabs the bar on your shoulders to help you place it back on the rack.
“Your form was great, do you want to up your weight a bit?” he asks.
You wipe the sweat from your forehead then place your hands on your hips.
“Yeah, I can try. You first, though,” you reply, gesturing toward the squat rack.
Your boyfriend smiles and steps toward the rack, kissing your forehead as passes by. He adds additional plates and prepares to start his set.
“What’s up, fuckers????”
Changbin’s voice echoes throughout the room and he strides in confidently.
“Getting in some late-night lifting, I see. Mind if I join you two?”
“Careful, Bin,” Chan warns as he squats. “She doesn’t like to share me.”
“Who said I wanted you?” Binnie replies to Chan, but sneakily winks at you. He smiles like he’s joking, but you’re not entirely sure.
Chan finishes his set and steps away, leaving the extra weight.
“You’re up, doll,” he says and smacks your ass. “Remember to keep good form, even if you can’t do as many reps. You got this.”
You firmly plant your feet on the floor and push up to the bar with your shoulders, gripping the cold metal. After a deep breath, you lift the bar and step forward to start the set.
The first two are easy, but you wobble a little on the third.
“Hey, hey, hold on,” Changbin says, stepping up behind you. “Keep your chest high, back up straight. Try it again.”
You glare at him in the mirror, but he isn’t deterred.
“Come on, let’s go,” he urges. “We don’t have all night.”
Whatever. You lower your body and the extra weight again — keeping your back straight — and extend your legs again.
“Closer, hold on,” He widens his stance behind you and reaches his arm around to your stomach. “Try another.”
You lower your body again, but this time he moves with you, keeping you steady with his hand.
“Yeah, that’s it. Perfect.”
His left hand goes to your back while his right moves up to hold your ribs, just under your tits. He continues to squat up and down with you until you finish 10.
Binnie helps you put the weight back on the rack, and you step out from under it. You glance at the mirror and see an angry Chan behind you, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He’s staring daggers at his friend.
“Chan, you ok? What’s going on?” you ask.
“Yeah, Changbin, what’s going on, huh?” he says coldly, eyes still fixed on Bin.
You glance back and forth between the two, desperately searching for clues. Changbin’s eyes are nervously aimed at the floor, and his arms are pulled in front of him, in front of… oh.
“Ok, it’s not what you think, Chan, listen…” Changbin pleads with his hyung.
“You show up, start touching her and now you’re hard? Honestly, what are you trying to do?”
Chan’s angry now. That scary, kind of hot angry.
“I’m not trying to fuck her, ok!” Bin exclaims. “Is she hot? Yes! Ok? Yes, y/n is hot, congrats to you. But I don’t want to fuck her, all right?!”
“Sure, yeah, so I should just accept that you don’t want to fuck her but touching her still gets you hard. I swear to god…” Chan threatens, taking slow, deliberate steps toward Changbin. “So, what is it really then, huh? You want her to fuck you?”
Changbin’s face immediately flushes and his eyes widen. Chan’s anger turns to confusion, then realization, then consideration. He looks at you. You softly smile back, signaling you’re down if he is. And he usually is.
“I’ll be right back,” Chan says and quickly turns to leave the gym and head back up to the apartment.
“Chan, wait, what the fuck? … Chan?” Changbin calls out after him, only stopping once the door closes behind his hyung. Then he redirects his attention to you. “I’m sorry, y/n.”
“Don’t be, Binnie,” you assure him. “And if you still want me to, I’ll gladly fuck you.”
“… what?” His mouth actually drops.
“Yeah,” you answer, smiling sweetly. “I fuck Channie sometimes, and I’d love to make you scream for me, too.”
His face is frozen, his lips forming a tiny o. It’s times like these you wished your strap-on was real, so you could understand how amazing it feels to put your hard cock into a sweet, wet, little mouth like Bin’s.
Then the gym door opens and Chan reappears, holding the harness, blue dildo and a bottle of lube in his hands. He can tell by your facial expressions that Changbin has learned how his night could play out, but he misinterprets exactly why his mouth is hanging open.
“Don’t worry, mate, I washed it,” Chan says.
You giggle, but Binnie’s still rock solid — his body and his cock. It’s obvious he’s not gonna start it, so you may as well.
You reach down and slide your thumbs under the elastic at the top of your leggings, slowly pulling them down your legs. Changbin’s eyes follow your movements — he’s entranced.
Once they reach your ankles, you lift your feet to kick the fabric away. Your T-shirt is next, rising above your stomach to expose your new sports bra with the zipper in the front. It was meant as a post-workout surprise for Chan, but you’ll know Changbin will enjoy this just as much.
“Cute, baby,” Chan says. “You buy that just for Bin?”
“Mayybbeeee…” you reply, dragging out the end of the word as you take slow steps toward Changbin. “Do you like my bra, Binnie?”
“Uh… it’s… nice, sure,” he says awkwardly.
“Would you like it better off?” Chan asks.
Your boyfriend walks up behind you, reaching around to grip your breasts over the fabric and massaging them with his big hands. He leans in to kiss your neck and hums into your skin. You relax into his touch, letting your head drop back to his shoulder.
“I want to watch you fuck him,” Chan whispers into the crook of your neck. He captures your bra’s zipper between his fingers, slowly dragging it down. He slides his palms up your chest to the straps, pulling them off your shoulders and exposing your tits. He cups your tits again and runs your hard nipples between his fingers.
“Now, put it on, baby, make him spread his pretty cheeks for you.”
A wicked grin spreads across your lips and Chan helps you step into the harness, securing it around your hips. You slide the dildo into place and aim your eyes at Changbin, who’s hungrily licking his lips.
“Can I kiss you, Bin? Would that be ok?” you ask, closing the remaining distance between your bodies.
“Yeah,” he answers nervously.
“Ok.” You smile at him and wrap your arms around his thick neck. Your closed mouth meets his for a few seconds before you softly run your tongue along his lips to ask for entry. He obliges, and you slip in.
His hands move to your waist, and his upper body relaxes more and more as you kiss. You can tell he’s not fully comfortable yet — and who would be, with Chan watching like that — but he’s doing a pretty good job, considering.
You slide your palms down his muscular chest, to his abs, to his cock. It’s thick and hard for you, just like you knew it would be. You wrap your fingers around him over his shorts, and he moans into your mouth at the welcome touch.
“Want me to blow you a little first? Before I fuck you?” you whisper to him.
“Uhhhh… I don’t know,” he says and looks at your boyfriend. “Is it ok… uh… if… uh… she…”
Chan cuts him off. “She can do whatever she wants.”
You decide this is taking too long and slide down Changbin’s body, quickly pulling his shorts and underwear down to access his cock. You grip the base and angle him into your mouth, staring up at him as you begin to take him in and out, in and out. He’s staring right back almost in disbelief that this is even happening.
Your fingers release their hold on his dick to run down his inner thigh, between his legs. Your pointer finger finds his hole, circling the rim before dipping in.
“Ohhhhhh god,” Changbin moans and his dick twitches in your mouth.
“She’s great, right?” Chan says from the sidelines, his hand working himself under his shorts.
Your cunt tightens at your boyfriend’s praise, and you’re encouraged to fuck Changbin just a little faster with your hot, wet mouth. You continue to finger him slowly, letting him get used to the new sensation. Then your jaw drops and you pull back from his pretty cock.
“Ready for me, Binnie?” you ask him sweetly, still staring up at him from an angle that you know drives men crazy.
“Yes, please,” he moans.
“Please, what?” Chan asks, egging him on.
“Please fuck me, y/n. Please,” Bin begs.
You stand, grab his hand and take him to the nearest bench, bending him over it. You move behind him, bending to rest your chest on his back and put your lips close to his ear.
“It’s gonna be a little cold, baby.”
You look to Chan, holding out your hand. He’s already ready with the bottle open, and he squirts some lube onto your fingers. You reach a hand between Binnie’s cheeks, lining his hole and the inside of him with the gel. You reach back to Chan for another squirt to coat the dildo.
“I’m gonna go slow, ok? Let me know how it feels.”
You angle the dildo into him and inch in slowly, watching his face in the mirror to make sure he’s doing ok. You only push in a little more when you see his jaw unclench.
Once you’re all the way in, he looks at you in the mirror expectantly, and you instruct him on what’s next.
“I want you to take the lead ok? Push back into me,” you say, steadying your feet on the ground and placing your hands on his hips.
He nods at you and takes a breath before leaning forward, then back. He sighs deeply, catching your eyes in the mirror again in a way that gives you pause. But then he grins and continues to move his hips forward and back, faster and faster.
“Let me know if you want me to take over, ok?” you say.
He nods and keeps going, stretching out his pretty hole on your thick dildo. The sounds of moans and skin slapping skin bounce off the mirrors, the floor, the walls — echoing around the room. You glance back at Chan, who’s still stroking his dick and looking at you endearingly.
“Can you… fuck me?” Changbin asks.
“Of course, baby.”
You tighten your grip on his strong hips and begin to thrust. You pick up a good pace, and it’s clear he’s not going to last much longer. You reach around to grab his dick again, timing your strokes with each thrust.
“Are you gonna cum for me?” you whisper in his ear.
“Yes,” he practically yelps.
You stroke him and fuck him and kiss his back until his moans get more disjointed and suddenly he’s cumming on the bench, coating it in sticky, warm liquid.
“Oh my god…” he sighs. You kiss him once more before letting go and pulling out, letting him recover on the bench.
You walk back over to Chan, who’s standing with his hands on his hips, but he’s still hard.
“Great job, sweetheart. As usual,” he says.
“Thanks, honey,” you reply, letting a couple seconds of silence sit in the air as you stare at Bin in absolute ruins. “You’re next.”
Chan furrows his brow, looking down at the strap-on and back to you.
“Don’t worry, mate, I’ll wash it,” you say with a smirk.
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surprise | s.c.
summary: changbin shows you his new piercing.
w.c: 511
warnings: very short n sweet, not really sure what this is but it’s here LMAO.
a/n: now listen. i know the piercing is fake BUT LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT OKAY. also besties i will get to your requests i promise i just got really bad writer’s block so i wrote this to kinda get me out of it. but they are coming !! anyway, i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3
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he stopped at the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame, admiring the scene in front of him. you were propped up, against your plethora of plushies and pillows, legs stretched out in front of you. your eyebrows creased in focus, glasses slowing slipping down your nose.
he moved from the door frame, “hi jagi.” you quickly glance up, not wanting to lose your place as the plot intensifies. “hi bub,” you start, pushing your glasses back up to their rightful place. “give me one sec to finish this chapter.” he moves next to you, grabbing your legs, placing them on his as he sits down.
“how was-” you cut yourself off as he turns his head, a small refective light catching your eye. “woah!” you quickly slip your bookmark in your book before tossing it to the side. you quickly sit up, your legs sliding against his until your plush ones are atop his muscular ones.
you grab his face, squishing his soft cheeks in the process, turning his face to the side. you examine the two silver balls resting against his soft cheek, under his left eye. eyes wide in wonder as they dart around his face.
“you didn’t tell me you were getting a piercing.” you whisper, taking your free hand, gently touching the area under the reddened skin. “do you like it?” the question sounded slightly muffled since you were still squishing his soft cheeks.
you turn his head directly to you in surprise. “i love it jagi, it looks so good.” his cheeks redden under your touch. small smile etching into his soft features.
you gently turn his head once more, placing a soft kiss under the piercing. you finally let go, grabbing his arm that now laid in his lap. “did it hurt?” you ask, eyes still stuck on the reflective jewelry.
“not really,” he whispers, his hands fine your soft thighs, “do you like it bunny?” he asks gently. your gaze immediately snaps to his boba eyes.
“so much, it looks so good bub.” you smile, hand coming up to rest on the opposite cheek, thumb brushing his plump cheek.
“are you sure? it’s new, not something i’ve done before, it’s not too,” he pauses to find the words. “random i guess? or weird on me?” you immediately shake your head.
“not at all bin, it looks really good.” you smile, reassuring him. his ears start getting red from the compliments. “thank you, bunny.” he whispered, giving your thigh a squeeze.
you smile, pulling him into a passionate kiss. he moves his hands to your hips, pulling you into his lap fully before placing his hands back on your thighs.
you pull away slightly. “i love you.” he whispers against your lips. your smile widens, “i love you more pretty boy.” pulling him into another kiss.
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The Light of Your Eyes | Mini Teaser
Pairing: best friend's younger brother!Changbin x f!Reader
Genre: one-shot; friends to lovers, smut and fluff; hurt/comfort
Summary: Can the gentle touch of an unexpected pair of hands on your body heal the wounds of your soul?
Content warnings (teaser only): fic will be 18+ (minors dni); kissing; embracing; age gap (consenting adults)
Drop date: Soon. Work is kicking my ass again, but this one is close to finished.
*Mood board images from Pinterest, poem is an original 💕
The sudden feeling of two strong arms snaking about your waist causes you to start, sloshing your water and smacking the back of your head into the man holding you. Hastily, you set your glass down and turn in his arms as he lets out a groan, one of his hands releasing you as it flies up to cup the front of his face in pain.
"Bin, oh my god! Are you okay? You scared me!" You chide with a chuckle as you reach up to push his hand away and brush the tips of your fingers across his nose.
He pouts down at you and you smile.
"Does it hurt?"
He nods.
"Kiss it better," he mumbles cutely.
You roll your eyes, but lift your lips to comply when suddenly he interrupts the motion with the soft press of his mouth to yours. It's slow and sweet, and you're struck all over again with how quickly you melt at his touch.
"Bin..." you whisper against his lips, "Bin, we shouldn't–"
"Let me show you, noona. How beautiful you are."
You still, eyes flicking up to his. They're dark and tender and pleading. You huff out a little shuddering breath.
"I...you don't have t–"
His arms hold you closer, gentle but insistent.
"Let me," he whispers, the tip of his handsome nose brushing over the dip of your cupid's bow. "Please. I want to."
You want it too, you find. You want his hands and lips and eyes all over you, bringing their warmth everywhere they meet your aching body.
Swallowing, your eyes drop to his lips.
Slowly, you nod, and move to take his mouth again with yours.
"Yeah?" he murmurs, and you can feel his lovely little smile.
"Yeah, Bin," you breathe, as your eyes slip shut and your hands find the firmness of his chest. "...Yeah."
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Go Ahead, Touch It - Seo Changbin
W/C: 2.9K
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.
“Go ahead. touch it.” + “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
Warnings: Smut, nudism, masturbating, handjob, blowjob, pet/nicknames, teasing, cum tasting, deep throating, oral, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
Changbin sits on the bed with his back propped against the headboard, his hand around his cock and low groans leaving him as he was spreading his pre-cum over his cock, you weren’t expecting this view when you walked into the room, your eyes immediately fell to his cock that was glistening from his arousal, your eyes widen and your lips part as you let out a gasp, you could feel your mouth water instantly from the sight, he watches you with a smirk on his lips, as if he had been waiting for you to catch him, his eyes were dark and hooded.
“Go ahead, touch it,” He says, you step forward as if you’re in a trance and climb onto the bed, slowly crawling your way closer to him, he bites his bottom lip as he watches you get closer to him. You straddle his lap once you reach him and wrap your hands around the base of his cock, he pulls his hand away immediately as a low groan leaves him. “Fuck…” You slide your hands along his length, feeling the sticky residue slowly spreading over your palms and fingers.
“So hard and so wet, Bin,” You coo and look up at him, you watch him squirm at your words. “Is this all for me? Were you waiting for me?” You watch his lids flutter and his chest heaves up and down quickly as his breathing becomes deeper. You twist your hands around his cock, making him buck his hips at the friction.
“Y/n… baby,” He mumbles, becoming lost in the pleasurable sensation you were causing him, his hand couldn’t even compare to yours, to what you were doing to him. “Fuck…” You lower your gaze and watch as his muscles tighten each time your hands glide along his cock, your thumb rubbing over the slit before disappearing again, you slide one of your hands lower and cup his balls. “Fu-fuck,” You smirk as you hear him stutter. Your fingers carefully knead into his balls, while your other hand slide up and down his length, making sure to circle your thumb over the slit of his cock.
“Feels good?” You whisper, his hips buck, and you see his stomach muscles twitching and pulling, his thigh muscles flex underneath you and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride growing inside you, knowing that you were causing this response from him.
“Fuck, yes,” He breathes out, his voice rough as he spoke. “So good,” You nod your head and lick your lips before you lean over, you feel his legs twitch as the tips of your hair brush against his thighs. “Shit…” You look up at him, and he swore he would come undone right then and there, you looked like sin staring up at him. “Babyyyy,” He whines out as you blow directly at the head of his cock, his hands grip onto the bedding, and you watch as veins slowly begin to pop out on his arms. “Oh, gguhhh,” Your thumb rubs over the tip of his cock, feeling how cold you’ve blown his arousal.
“You sound so pretty for me, Bin,” You mutter before flattening your tongue at the head of his cock and licking around it, purposely avoiding his slit. “Hmm, so good,” You could taste the saltiness spreading in your mouth, before licking a stripe down as your hand moves down to the base of his cock.
“Hmpf, hmm,” He whimpers, tugging at the bedding more. “Y/n… babyyyy,” The feeling of your warm tongue gliding along his cock was making his mind spin, and the way you looked right now. “Baby…” Dirty, sinful and lucky were the words circling in his mind as he watched you with intensity. Your tongue curls around his length as you slide your tongue back to the head of his cock. “I’m…” Your hair was tickling his thighs as your head was moving, and the feeling was only enhancing the ecstasy feeling he was experiencing. “Not go-going…” And you knew, you knew he wasn’t going to last long, you weren’t expecting him to. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock without warning and take him into your mouth with such speed that he barely had time to process what was happening.
“BABY!” He screams as he felt your warm mouth engulf his cock, your eyes not waving once as you stared up at him, keeping eye contact with him as you took more of him into your mouth. “I’M NOT GONNA…” Your tongue slides along the underside of his cock, directly over the prominent vein that decorated his cock. You could feel your saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth and running down his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, and he was going crazy over that feeling. “BABY!” You twist your hand around the base of his cock while your other hand squeezed his balls, you were breathing loudly through your nose before your oxygen was cut off when you started taking him down your throat. “FUCK, BABY, BABYYY” The feeling of your throat closing down around his cock caused him to squeeze his eyes shut.
Tears burned in the corner of your eyes and your lungs were slowly starting to scream for air, and he could feel your throat squeezing his cock, milking him to cum in your mouth, down your throat, his hips buck up and his cock slide further down your throat, your tears spill down your cheeks at the burning feeling, you could feel your panties becoming wet as your arousal seeps through them, you were sure your pants were going to be ruined as well.
“Baby, baby, Y/n, fuck, I…” His words were fast as he spoke, it was like he was chanting without taking a breath in between. “Fuck… I,” You slowly pull him out your throat and hallow your cheeks as you do, you watch his stomach muscles clench before you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, you take in a deep breath of air through your nose before you felt hot liquid spilling into your mouth. “FUUUCK!” You bob your head up and down over his cock, getting him through the high as you try to swallow at the same time, but a mess was quickly being made at spills from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, fuck like that, oh my… fucking,” You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to focus on swallowing what you could while trying to keep your breathing as even as you possibly could, which was impossible considering how turned on you felt and what you had just done.
“Baby…” He sighs out, his hips lower down to the bed as his body slowly begins to relax after going through such an intense high. You pull away from his cock with a loud pop, causing his body to shake at the feeling of your lips releasing him, you squeeze his balls one last time before pulling both your hands away and sitting back on his thighs. “Fuck…”
“Was it good?” You ask, he nods his head as he stares at you with satisfying eyes, a lazy smile on his lips, Sweat coats his chest, and you could see it starting to roll down. “Feeling tired now?”
“Hmm…” He hums. You place your hands against the crease of his hips before slowly lifting your hips off his lap, he grabs onto your wrist, causing you to pause mid-move to look at him. “Where are you going?”
���To take a shower,” You say. You watch as he sits straighter, face now inches away from yours, and it feels like your breath was caught in your throat for a moment. “I… should…”
“You should?” He asks. You slowly nod your head and moments later you found yourself on your back and Changbin on top of you. “No, what you should do is let me now take care of you,” He reaches for your shirt and pulls it upwards along with your help, you immediately reach behind you to unclasp your bra and get rid of his while his hands slid along your sides before his fingers curl around your waistband, and he pulls your pants along with your panties down. He lifts your pants and inspects them, quickly finding a wet patch had formed through them and your panties were soaked. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty horny thing, aren’t you?” His lips touch your lower stomach as he tosses the fabric aside. “And be a good girl and spread your legs,” You feel your walls clench at his words before complying and opening your legs wider for him, a loud squelch goes through the air as your folds pull apart and open for him. “Fuck…” He kisses down your mound before he comes face-to-face with your soaked pussy. “So fucking wet from sucking me and swallowing my cum.”
“Bin… do something, fuck,” You say, you were so desperate for his touch, you needed to feel it on your needy, aching pussy. He just came, but he could feel his cock twitching just seeing your pussy glistening with your juices, you were practically ready for his cock and for a second he wished he had pulled you up and stripped you down to fuck into your sopping hole. Your legs twitch as you feel his fingers touch your folds and push them more open for him before you felt his tongue on your clit, you reach down with one hand and curl your fingers into his locks and lift your hips, pushing your pussy against his face. “Fuck…”
You could feel his fingers slide along your folds and move to your inner folds as his song slides over your clit in a long lick before it disappears and reappears but lower, you feel your muscles tensing up as his fingers begin to slide up and down your folds, adding to the sensation already spreading inside you.
“Bin, fuck…” You whimper as you feel his tongue reach your slit and lick all the way up to your clit before his lips wrap around the sensitive nub, and his fingers easily slip into your wet hole and curl them, you could hear the squelch from your wetness when he did. “Fuck… I…” You were almost positive that he could push his entire hand into you with how wet you were. “Biiiin,” Your head turns sideways, pleasure was slowly blooming inside you, and you could feel heat travelling through your veins, causing sweat to build up on your skin and the bedding to stick to your back. His fingers thrust in and out of you while curling against your walls every now and again.
“Hmm,” He hums against your clit, although it sounded like a growl, and the sound caused your walls to clench and your clit to twitch while your mind was thrown into the clouds, you close your eyes and let the sensation go through and take control of your mind and body.
“Bin, fuck…” You moan as you feel your body becoming light as a knot of tension was building inside you. “Bin, I… more,” And then you feel him tug at your clit and his fingers plunging deeper into you, you didn’t think it was possible for them to go any deeper. “FUCK, BIN!” Your back arches and your hips push up, pushing your pussy into his face again. “BIN!” Your hips continue to move against his face, as if you were riding it. “OH, OH!” A third finger slips into you, and you feel almost full as he moves his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. “BIIIIN!” His other hand grabs onto your thigh, holding it firmly in his grip. He abruptly pulls away from your clit, and you feel the tension that was building at a rapid pace suddenly slow down. “Noooo.”
“You taste so good,” He says. “I’m hard again,” Your walls clench around his fingers, and you feel his thumb press down against your clit to give the nub attention as he spoke. “You got me rock hard again, baby,” Your mind was spinning, you weren’t sure for how long he was sucking your clit and pounding his fingers into your pussy, but it had to have been long enough for him to get hard again. “You get me hard so fast again, just hear your moan for me and see how wet you’re for me…”
“Fuck me,” You breathe out, keeping your eyes shut. “Fuck me, Changbin, get your fingers out of me and put your cock in,” You needed to feel him inside you, you wanted to come undone with his cock inside you. He quickly pulls his fingers from you and moments later you feel the head of his cock push into you easily, your hand falls from his hair, and you find one of his arms to grip onto.
“So fucking… wet,” He groans out, your back arches as you feel his hard length entering you and stretching your walls as they should be stretched and filled you how you wanted to be filled. His hands grip your hips and lift them from the bed, pushing his cock deeper into you and reaching that sweet spot inside you.
“BIIIINN!” You scream out, you wanted to turn sideways as the pleasure courses through at such intensity. “FUCK, RIGHT THERE!” You could feel tears burning in your eyes, the pleasure all felt so much.
“FUCK!” He loudly groans, he was still sensitive from earlier, and he could feel it as your walls squeezed around his cock, already milking him to cum inside you. He barely gave a moment for both of you to adjust before he pulled his hips back, pulling out of you halfway before slamming back into you, making you gasp and shake with pleasure, your nails dig into his skin as his pace picks up.
“FUCK, OH FUCK!” You scream, seeing the specs of specks of dust that had formed behind your eyes becoming bigger and flying by faster, the sound of your wetness fills the air along with the sound of your moans and his groans. “CHANGBIN!” The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, you could feel the knot inside you building rapidly again. “CHANGBIN!”
“Y/N, FUCK!” He grunts out, you could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck from how wet your skin was with sweat. Your toes curl as you feel a hot tingling sensation travelling up your legs, your other hand grabs the bedding, and you bunch it up in your fist.
“CHANGBIN!” You cry out as you feel your mind falling into a pool of ecstasy. “FUCK!” Your body begins shaking and a sudden wave of pleasure crashes into you, pulling the tension that was building inside you apart, he could feel the moment you came undone around him, your walls were pulling rapidly, and he could feel your cum splattering onto his thighs as he thrusts into you. “FUCK, OH UHHMM!” You push your head into the mattress as stars fly past your eyes.
“FUCK, fuck, yes,” He groans out, feeling his cock twitching. He didn’t expect to last long with how sensitive he felt already, but now feeling your walls milking him hard, it dawned on him that he was seconds away from coming undone. “YYYY/NNN!” You could barely hear his whine with how high in the clouds you were, your heart drummed loudly in your ears as you were going through your high.
“CHANGBIN!” You scream, his hips stutter momentarily before he pushes them against yours, hot ropes of cum spill into you, making you whine loudly at the feeling. He lowers your hips to the bed and leans over you, burying his head between your breasts, and groaning against your chest as he comes undone. Your grip on his arm loosens before you completely release it, and you lay it down on the bed, your body slowly calms down, and you were left to catch your breath. “Bin…” You whisper as you feel his hips wiggle against yours.
“So good…” He mumbles against your chest before lifting his head to look at you. “You are… too good to me,” You release the beddings and lift your hand to gently slide it along his back. “Fuck… I swear if I knew you were this wet, I wouldn’t have cum in your mouth,” You chuckle and shake your head.
“You would have burst immediately,” You say, he nods his head, not bothering to deny that fact. “But now, I really need a shower, you too,” He pushes himself to sit on his knees, his cock slipping out from you with a squelching sound. “Fuck…”
“Fuck, I agree…” He mutters as he slowly climbed off the bed. “Let me go heat the water for us, take your time,” You watch him disappear into the bathroom before hearing the water being turned on, you climb off the bed and glance at it, seeing how wet it was from his load and now your mixed releases.
“We need clean bedding also!” You say as you enter the bathroom, he was already in the shower, waiting for you, the glass already fogging up from the hot water. “My hair needs washing, can you help me, Mister Seo?” You say with a smile stretched across your lips as you step into the shower, closing the door behind you.
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King of My Heart
Pairing: Seo Changbin x reader
Genre: Fluff, suggestive
Word Count: 4.1k
Author's Note: Today's song of the day is King of My Heart by Taylor Swift...I can't believe this is the first fic I've written since May this year! Excuse the massive Changbin brainrot that took hold while I was writing. Or don't, I don't mind.
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“Come on, please?”
You meet your best friend’s eyes through the mirror, her expression desperate and pleading. You roll your eyes.
“Why would I want to go to a rooftop party when I could stay home, watch a movie and eat ice cream?” You raise an eyebrow, daring her to tell you that staying in is a bad idea.
“Because there will be cute boys? I’m sure Hyunjin has cute friends, he’s bound to with the way that he looks,” she sighs dreamily.
You can’t help laughing at your best friend Roxanne’s giant crush on your mutual friend. Well, acquaintance was maybe a better term…the two of you had only met Hwang Hyunjin once at a work event that Roxanne had invited you to so she wouldn’t be alone. Here you were, two weeks later, and Hyunjin had mentioned that he was throwing a rooftop party before the weather got too cold.
Roxanne’s full on pouting now, big puppy eyes batting her eyelashes at you.
“...fine.”
She squeals, wrapping her arms around you and hops up and down excitedly.
“YAY!! Now we need to figure out what you’re wearing, because you are not showing up like that,” she gestures to your toothpaste stained sweatpants.
“Hey!! I can take back my answer, you know,” you grumble, trying to rub the stain off.
“I know, but you won’t, you love me too much!” she singsongs, pulling you towards your closet.
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An hour and a half later, you find yourself climbing the last set of stairs up to Hyunjin’s rooftop. As you open the door, your mouth falls open slightly, looking over at Roxanne with wide eyes.
Hyunjin has fairy lights everywhere, tables full of snacks and drinks, and there’s even a mirrorball sending silver shimmers across the roof everytime it catches any of the lights. Music is playing loudly, but not so loud that you can’t think, and the skyline looks gorgeous.
“Okay, this was worth it,” you murmur to your friend as she laughs at your expression.
“And just think, you haven’t even seen any of the cute boys! Speaking of…” It’s her turn to go wide eyed as Hyunjin makes his way over to the two of you, pulling Roxanne into a side hug.
“Hey, glad you could make it! You’re Roxanne’s best friend, right?” You nod, smiling at the fact that he remembered you. “Well welcome, food and drinks are over there…beware the punch, Minho made it REALLY strong, but if that’s your thing, be my guest,” he laughs, eyes sparkling as he makes eye contact with Roxanne. “If you need anything, come find me and let me know. Otherwise enjoy!” As he moves to walk away, some form of nonverbal communication happens between him and your best friend and she moves to follow behind him, turning to you.
“Will you be okay? I know you didn’t want to come originally.” She looks uncertain, bouncing from one foot to the other. You nod emphatically, shooing her away towards the black haired man that had just left. She smiles and slips away into the crowd of people, leaving you to wander towards the outskirts of the party.
You’re truly content to linger here, people watching. You see Roxanne and Hyunjin dancing goofily to some song put on by the DJ, also one of Hyunjin’s friends. The sight makes you smile, though you can feel a small pit open up in your stomach that makes you look away. The feeling has nothing to do with Roxanne or Hyunjin…rather just a stinging reminder of your last relationship. 3 years, what feels like wasted. You used to look like your best friend, smiling and laughing at silly jokes, not afraid to look dumb in front of strangers, eyes sparkling. That was until your ex-boyfriend broke things off, simply stating that he had fallen out of love with you. Nothing that you did, nothing you could have done, just…nothing.
That was about 6 months ago, and if you were being honest with yourself, you had avoided social outings to avoid seeing other couples. It made you feel awful to get upset over seeing your best friend happy, but you couldn’t help the way you felt, right? Right? The night air sweeps across your bare legs, making you shiver and bringing you back into the present. You decide to make your way to the drink table, pouring beer into a plastic cup after seeing the only other option was Minho’s punch. You take your drink back to the outskirts of the party, this time choosing to look out over the cityscape. You’re nursing the beer painfully slowly, slightly grimacing every time you take a sip over the taste. It’s strange, you think to yourself…there are thousands of other people in the city, all living their lives separately but also interconnected by the fact that they live in the same place.
“...come here often?” A low voice asks close to your ear, causing you to drop your cup in surprise. As it hits the ground, two hands wrap themselves around your waist, unceremoniously pulling you away from the lukewarm liquid now splashing everywhere.
“Are you okay?” the same low voice asks, prompting you to turn and see a man about your age with short black hair, standing a couple inches shorter than you.
“Yeah, I’m fine I think,” you look down at your outfit, miraculously beer-free other than a couple of errant droplets on your boots. The stranger follows your gaze, noticing the liquid. He holds up a finger to you, runs off and reappears a second later with napkins in his hand. He then kneels on the ground, sopping up the remains of your drink.
“You don’t have to…it’s not-” you start, feeling extremely awkward that someone you don’t know is cleaning your shoes.
“It’s not a big deal, I made you spill so it’s only fair that I clean up the mess I caused,” he looks up with a smile. “You probably will still want to run over it with a damp cloth when you get home because it’ll be sticky, but you should be set for the rest of the party.” He stands up again, dusting dirt off his knees. “I’m Changbin, by the way. I would re-ask if you come here often, but we see how well that went over the first time. Also I would remember seeing someone as pretty as you before,” his smile reappears even wider as he reaches a hand out to you, which you grab and shake.
“Thanks for…for cleaning my boots, I guess,” you stammer, not really sure how to respond.
“No problem,” he responds, unfazed by your awkwardness. “What were you doing over here alone? Are you okay?” His brow furrows in concern.
“No, I just…I mean, I’m fine! Parties just aren’t my thing really. Well, not lately anyway. My friend asked me to come,” you finish lamely, running your hands through your hair.
“You’re a good friend then,” Changbin says matter of factly. “Can I join you? I just needed a break from dancing.” It’s then you notice his flushed cheeks, sweat dampening his brow. He’s got his shirt sleeves rolled and pushed up, where they strain against his arm muscles that you didn’t pay attention to before. You nod.
The two of you are silent for a moment, looking out at the city again, the wind gently ruffling your hair.
“Isn’t it weird to think there are thousands of humans in this city, just living their lives separately? But then we’re all connected because we all live here?” Changbin’s voice breaks the silence. You turn to him, mouth open.
“What?! You cannot tell me that that isn’t weird!” he exclaims.
“That’s literally what I was thinking right before you came up and talked to me,” you breathe, not believing what you’re hearing.
“No way, that’s so cool!” Changbin laughs, the end turning into a little giggle which in turn makes you laugh. “I know you’re not laughing at me right now…” his eyes narrow at you, though the smile remains on his face.
“...your laugh is cute,” you murmur quietly, knowing that you’re turning red as you say it out loud.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Changbin cups a hand around his ear, leaning towards you as if to hear you better. “My ass is cute? How forward of you, we just met!”
You burn an even darker crimson. “I said your laugh is cute!!” Your voice is raised, almost as loud as the music.
“I know, I’m just messing with you. I do have a cute ass though,” he giggles again, making you laugh as well. “Dance with me.” Your eyebrows shoot up.
“I don’t-”
“Please? I made you spill your drink, let me make it up to you. Dance with me, and I’ll get you another drink. You don’t even have to talk to me anymore after that if you don’t want to.” He looks at you, eyes sparkling…it may be the drinks that you’re sure he’s had, but he seems serious.
“Fine.”
“Yes!!” he pumps his fist triumphantly, then grabs your hand, slotting his fingers between yours to lead you through the crowd to the dancefloor.
A song is fading as you make your way to an empty spot, with the DJ hitting play on a familiar tune as Changbin spins you around.
“I LOVE THIS SONG!!” you exclaim, more energetically than you had felt all night. Changbin’s eyes light up as he sees you let loose, not caring what anyone thinks as you jump up and down. You’re impressed as well, he dances much better than you expected, and surprisingly knows how to move his hips.
One song turns into five, the drink forgotten and the two of you are screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs while dancing. The DJ suddenly switches the mood, lowering the lights and starting a slow song.
“The party must be ending soon,” you breathe heavily, exhausted from dancing.
“Yeah,” Changbin agrees, his hand moving up to rub the back of his neck. He almost looks shy. “Do you wanna…dance still?” He holds out his hand to you.
To your own surprise, you take his offer and step closer to him. He gently places his hands on your waist and you loosely place yours around his neck. The two of you sway in place quietly, occasionally with Changbin spinning you out and bringing you back to him. Towards the end of the song, he spins you out and tugs you back slightly too roughly, your hands crashing into his chest. His hands tighten around your back to steady you, bringing you even closer to him.
“You okay?” he breathes, worry clouding his vision. All you can manage is a noise that is in the affirmative, entirely too distracted by the hard planes of his chest underneath his shirt.
“Are you sure?” His head is cocked to the side, not sure that he believes you.
“You must workout a lot,” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself.
He laughs loudly. “I do, actually. Meet Jut and Dae.” He flexes his chest muscles as he says this, making them jump underneath your hands. You pull your hands away quickly, embarrassed. “Hey, you’re okay…don’t be embarrassed, I worked hard on my body, I don’t mind you pointing it out,” he reassures you. As you make eye contact, he gives you a small smirk.
The smirk fades as the song does, and he suddenly looks embarrassed himself. “Would you maybe want to go to the gym with me sometime?” he asks.
“I haven’t worked out in months, I don’t know…”
“You don’t have to work out if you don’t want to, you can just watch the gun show if you want.” The smirk is back, and you can tell he’s not being serious.
“I’d like to see Jut and Dae in action, yeah,” you finally respond, shocked at your own boldness.
The smirk becomes a full-blown smile. “It’s a date,” he whispers in your ear and walks away, just as Roxanne comes bounding up to you.
“There you are, I’ve been looking for you! Let’s go home, I can give you all the gossip on the way there.” You smile and nod, following her towards the stairs. You look back towards the party, but Changbin is nowhere to be seen.
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On the twenty minute walk home, Roxanne regaled you with all of the drama between her and Hyunjin…it wasn’t really that dramatic, she just enjoyed being dramatic. Fair, seeing as she and Hyunjin both worked for a fine arts collective. It basically boiled down to them casually dating and seeing where things went, but based on her story and your own intuition, you sensed that it probably wouldn’t be long until they were official.
“So how was your night?” Roxanne prods, both figuratively and literally poking her finger into your side as you approach your apartment complex.
“It was fine, I’m glad you had fun,” you smile tiredly. Your friend raises an eyebrow at you, preparing to poke you again.
“I saw you with some guy, who was he? You looked like you were having a good time…”
“Yeah, I was. His name’s Changbin.”
“Ooh, he’s one of Hyunjin’s friends!! He’s a cutie…and he’s super buff,” Roxanne whistles.
“...I noticed,” you laugh. “I have a gym date with him next week.”
“WHAT?!” You swear if she had a drink, it would have been spit all over you.
Your eyes darken. “Is it that hard to believe that I have a date?”
“No, I mean, just…after what happened, I-I’m happy for you! Hyunjin speaks really highly of him, so he must be a good guy. I want to know all the details!”
You nod while yawning, bidding her goodbye at your door.
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The next week or so passes by without much to report, just work as usual. You’d realized that you and Changbin hadn’t exchanged numbers at the party, which was disappointing…but you barely knew him. You’d get over it. That is until the Thursday after the party, you get a message to come to the front desk of your office for a delivery.
Weird. You hadn’t ordered any supplies, and you had brought your lunch from home today. You walk to the front, only to be met with the receptionist holding out a humongous bouquet of flowers towards you.
You take them from her, flabbergasted at the blooms in front of you as you walk them back to your desk. You place them down, searching around the large amount of daisies in multiple hues for a card of some kind. You finally find one, dragging out a small notecard.
‘I forgot to get your number at the party, so I asked Hyunjin for help to get these to you. I hope you’re having an amazing week, here’s my number if you still want a ticket to the gun show this weekend. ;) -XO, Changbin’
You smile at Changbin’s phone number scrawled messily underneath his message, pulling out your phone to text him thank you for the flowers. Your phone pings with a reply message a few minutes later.
Changbin (3:27 PM): You’re very welcome, I’m just glad they got to the right place! Woulda been embarrassing if Hyunjin pranked me. Do you still want to go to the gym with me, then?
Y/N (3:30 PM): Absolutely! When were you thinking?
Changbin (3:41 PM): Saturday morning, 10AM? We can go for lunch afterwards if you want as well, my treat!
Y/N (3:50 PM): Sounds perfect, see you then!
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Saturday morning arrives in no time, and you’re attempting to pack a gym bag that makes sense. It would make more sense if you knew where you were going after your workout.
A dress? Maybe too fancy. A romper? The whole bathroom situation of it all makes you shake your head no. You eventually settle on a pair of jeans and a flowy tank top, hurriedly shoving toiletries and shoes in the bag as well before looking at yourself in the mirror. Black leggings and a sporty tank, your hair thrown up into a messy topknot. Barely any makeup because you’re working out. You’re not sure how you feel about the look, but you’re about to be sweaty so you shrug at yourself and head out the door.
Changbin is waiting for you outside the gym, holding the door open as you approach. “After you, madam,” he smiles, ushering you inside.
He leads you to the weights area and explains his circuit plan to you. “I figure I can spot you when you lift, and my buddy Chan can spot me if I need it.” He gestures over to one of the trainers across the room. “After we go through a couple of sets, we can do cardio…I’ll probably run on the treadmill, but you can do whatever you prefer. Sound good?” You nod, following him over to the bench press. Oh good, the thing you’ll probably be the worst at, considering your arms have the strength of a chicken’s. An already cooked chicken. You sit and slide yourself under the bar and Changbin stands behind you. From this angle, you can see just how massive his chest and arms are. You can’t help but get flustered as he helps you lift the bare bar off the rack, gently coaching you through a set. You then switch places, watching him in awe lift 150 lbs while his friend Chan spots him.
The date continues with him showing you around the gym, spotting you, correcting your form with light touches to your back and waist when needed. Though innocent, every time his hand brushes across your body it feels like fire.
“Time for cardio!” Changbin crows, oblivious to you watching him do squats. You snap out of your reverie, following him to the opposite side of the gym, collecting your Kindle out of your bag on the way. “I’m probably gonna run 2-3 miles and then I’ll come find you, okay?” He trots a few machines over to a treadmill while you climb onto an elliptical and open the book you had been reading. You glance over to him, only to see him waving goofily at you as he gets the treadmill going up to the speed he wants. You turn back to your book, getting easily engrossed as you start exercising.
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“...must be really good if you didn’t hear me calling your name three times.”
Your eyes dart up to Changbin, who’s standing in front of your machine, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Sorry, I just…yeah, it is good,” you laugh sheepishly, slowing down and stepping off the elliptical.
“What is it?” he asks, lifting your Kindle off the machine, his eyes starting to scan the page before you can reach out to stop him. You just stand there, watching his eyes go wider as they make their way line by line down the page.
He lets out a low whistle. “Wow babe, if you were into this kind of stuff you just had to tell me,” he says with a wink.
“That’s rich coming from someone whose ears are as red as a stop sign right now,” you laugh. Changbin’s eyes scrunch up as he lets out a barking laugh.
“Fine, you caught me…but don’t think I’ll forget that you read smut while you’re working out.”
It’s your turn to wink at him.
“Oh, I’m counting on it.”
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Lunch is delicious-Changbin takes you to get sushi, and your outfit is the perfect balance between nice and casual. He walks you to your apartment afterwards, leaning in to give you a hug goodbye. You surprise him by landing a kiss on his cheek.
“Thanks for a really nice date, I had a great time,” you beam.
“Anytime, I had a great time too…and I mean anytime. Like, would you be interested in a second date?” Changbin’s ears have gone red again.
“What did you have in mind?” you tease him.
“Maybe we could go to a bookstore or something since you like to read? And a walk at sunset afterwards?”
It feels like your heart could just burst…you step closer to him, breath fanning out over his mouth. It’s so unlike you to be this open with your feelings this early, but Changbin just makes things easy.
“Is that a yes?” He asks, wide eyes searching yours as you move seemingly closer. You tease your lips over his, barely touching, until he surges forward, capturing your mouth with his own. You break apart after a few moments, breathless.
Your eyes are slightly hooded as you make eye contact again, nodding your head. “That’s a yes, loverboy.” He smiles into the kiss as you move forward connecting your mouths again. It’s not long before he’s mouthing at your jawline and onto your neck, moving his way towards your exposed collarbone.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?” he breathes into your skin between kisses. Your back now against your door, caution thrown to the wind and you don’t care if any of your neighbors see you. “So…pretty…” You’re almost positive you’ll have marks on your collarbone in the morning for the world to see. Changbin’s hands have been on your waist this whole time, sending searing heat through your whole body, and he moves them now towards your ass, squeezing somehow roughly and gently at the same time. You let out a small moan that he swallows as he reconnects his mouth to yours. The moan becomes a yelp as you feel him lift you completely off the ground into his arms with little to no struggle. “Let me take care of you, beautiful,” he murmurs into your ear, sending goosebumps up and down your body.
You lean back slightly, your eyes connecting with his hazy, lust-filled ones. “Changbin, we shouldn’t…I can’t…” You see realization dawn across his face.
“I mean let me take care of you in every way.” He whispers it, like it’s a secret. “I want to spend time with you, cook with you, send you flowers just because it’s a Tuesday. Will you let me?”
“You already sent me flowers, silly.” The smile on his face is so pretty as he looks at you, it makes your heart ache.
“Yeah, but that was a Thursday, not a Tuesday.” He’s smug as he stares up at you, still supported by his arms and the door. “So what do you say?”
“I say…you should let me down before someone sees us,” you laugh.
“You didn’t seem to care about that too much a few minutes ago, now did you, pretty?” His eyes twinkle mischievously as he leans forward, peppering a few kisses across your jawline. His touch makes you sigh almost instantaneously and you lean your forehead against his.
“I will not confirm nor deny that fact,” you laugh, his mouth connecting with yours again.
“Let me take care of you the way you deserve…like a queen.” You hum contentedly as he kisses you, sliding you down the door and back on your feet.
“Does that make you a king?” you smile.
“Only if I’m king of your heart,” he flexes his bicep, and you can’t help but giggle at his silliness.
“Your laugh is cute,” he states matter-of-factly, calling back to the night you first met.
“Yeah? Well your ass is cute,” you smirk, reaching behind him to give it a smack.
“Hey!! That’s my line!” he pouts good-naturedly as you lean in to kiss his cheek.
“Goodnight, Changbin,” you smile coquettishly, unlocking your door and slowly making your way inside your apartment.
“Hey-” he places his hand inside the doorframe, stopping it from completely closing. “I mean it, I want to treat you like you deserve. In every way.” You lean your head against the door, smiling dopily at his statement. “...and when I say every way, if you ever want to try whatever that fairy prince was doing in your book, all I’m saying is I’m down.” He lifts his hands in an ‘I surrender’ posture. You laugh, which causes him to break down in a fit of giggles.
“We’ll see, Romeo…we’ll see.” He pumps his fist in triumph at your answer, leaning forward through the door frame for one last kiss that he sighs into as he draws away. You watch as he starts to descend the staircase of your complex, looking back over his shoulder to look at you one last time before he leaves.
“Goodnight, my queen.”
And with that, he’s gone…and you can’t wait until you see him again.
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Scaredy Cat
Plot: Wandering through a Halloween horror event, Changbin is more than willing to comfort you, even though he is just as scared.
Pairing: Seo Changbin x Gn!Reader
Request: "If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."
Requested By: @tumbleboof
Warnings: Mentions of fake blood briefly, chainsaw, horror-night stuff.
Words: 1k
As the others broke off into groups, rushing to their preferred destinations, you stared down the long road a people yelling and jumping in fear as various scare actors ran through the streets.
Where you wanted to go, was on the other side. You took in a deep breath, barely aware of the person beside you a they stared at you with amusement.
"Hey." He whispered as he leaned in, making you jump a little.
You glared over at Changbin as he laughed. "Don't do that!" You hissed, only making him laugh more.
Ignoring him, you began heading down the road, preparing yourself for the onslaught to come. Changbin hurried to catch up, sticking right by your side.
"Do we really have to go all the way down there?" He asked and you nodded.
"They purposefully put all the food on the other side"
He groaned and you smiled softly "I thought you weren't afraid?"
"I'm not! Between the two of us, you're the scaredy cat!" He defended and you giggled.
Just as you felt better due to his obvious discomfort, the smile was wiped from your face when a man dressed as a bloody clown jumped out at you making you yelp and jump in surprise.
You rushed faster as you tried to get past him aware that Changbin was running to keep up. You didn't care about the 'experience' you just wanted to get through this, and get your food in the end.
Flinching and yelping some more as you made your way down the road, you took a breather as Changbin leaned closer beside you. He was obviously just as breathless and freaked out, but he never refused a chance to tease you, or in this case, flirt.
"If you get scared you can hold onto me."
You'd be lying if your heart didn't beat a little faster as he spoke, his breath almost brushing your face as he had leaned close enough for you to hear.
Ignoring it, you looked at him with a teasing glare. "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?"
He smirked, "Very much."
Ignoring the way your heart flipped again, you rolled your eyes. "Come on let's get this over with."
Changbin watched you walk off with a grin on his face. As easily as you brushed off his comments, he knew thy effected you
You quickly made your way through the crowds, trying to avoid being the target of the various monsters and ghouls, and failing miserably.
When you had another moment to breath, you realized that Changbin had his arm looped through yours as he was gripping onto you tightly. You had no idea when it had happened, as you had both been freaking out as you ran through the crowds of people and monsters.
You caught his eye and spoke with a teasing tone. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to hold onto you?"
He stared at you before his eyes flicked down to your linked arms, and growing realization and embarrassment crossed his features.
"Shut up." He said after a moment and you let out a laugh.
He watched you for a moment before he laughed as well, a mix of embarrassment and genuine amusement coursing through him.
When your laughs began to die down, you both spotted the chainsaw man lock his eyes on you. You and Changbin met eyes before you both bolted for it, not wanting the man to get to you.
Adrenaline ran through you as the two of you darted through the crowd, before finally reaching the end of long road. The two of you took a moment to catch you breath again as you looked back at the various people making their way much slower through the event.
Your attention was quickly returned to Changbin as he took your hand in his.
He grinned at you, "I'm proud of us, we did it!"
You let out a breathy laugh, trying to once again ignore the way his actions made you feel.
You turned to look down the road ahead of you. You could see the food stalls ahead of you, but you still had a short walk to make.
"Ugh I can smell the food." You groaned and Changbin chuckled.
Squeezing your hand, he tugged you along.
"Lets go!" He yelled cheerfully and you giggled, eyeing the way his hand was intertwined with yours.
Your paces slowed as you saw a figure walking slowly from the darkness nearby. It was someone tall, covered completely in a sheet. They walked slowly, as if floating, and you couldn't help the goosebumps that rose up your arm.
You and Changbin watched them silently before you muttered, "How can they even see in that thing?"
"I don't know and I don't want to know."
Suddenly you were running as Changbin quickly pulled you along, past the cloaked figure and into the crowded, and much livelier food district. Reaching a bench, you both sat down with sighs and heavy breaths.
"I don't want to run anymore!" You whined before Changbin laughed.
"That was fun though!"
You glared over at him, only making him laugh at the exhausted and done look on your face. You couldn't help but giggle at the amused and happy look on his face.
You let out a soft sigh, "Can we get some food now?"
He chuckled and nodded his head, "Yes please."
As you rose, you noticed he still had his hand wrapped around yours. As you walked behind him, you tugged your hand, but he only tightened his grip.
"Let go." You muttered and he smirked, barely glancing back at you.
"No."
You felt your ears burning a bit hotter as you swallowed. "Why?"
He stopped and looked back at you. He glanced down at your hands before meeting your eyes again and gently squeezing your hand.
"Because I like holding your hand."
He saw the flustered look cross your face that you quickly tried to hide. He smiled softly, proud of the reaction before he continued to lead you towards the food stalls, hand still very much holding yours.
You felt butterflies flutter in you stomach, as heat rose up your neck. As you didn't make any more moves to remove your hand, and instead even squeezed his softly, Changbin grinned, pulling you closer to him, so he could have you right by his side.
xx End xx
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only love can hurt like this
pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader x Changbin
warnings: angst, language, alcohol consumption, very light and brief spicy moments (like very mild pg smut), also some very harsh exchange of words (that will NEVER happen in real life), oh and once again so likely inaccurate information.
words: 4,167
parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | FINAL
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a/n: okay so i was iffy like REALLY iffy about this part, because i am digging myself into a drama hole so deep i honestly don't know how i am going to pull out of it!! like so many things are happening and idk how it is going to go from here tbh! i have part 5 in the process but trying to figure out a turning point is like...hard haha but please enjoy!
Things have quieted down for the most part, it’s been officially three weeks since your break up with Bang Chan, and he seemed to be doing better. At least according to Felix when you last saw him for lunch the other day.
Still, as you gently and carefully put on your make-up you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that agreeing to going to this event with Changbin wasn’t the best idea. You didn’t want to ruin any progress that Chan was having.
You pulled through the boxes of your clothes, there was a beautiful red dress that you have been dying to wear, but through each box you ripped open it, just didn’t seem to be there. You were shuffling through the last box when you pulled out a black dress that shaped your body perfectly. You frowned at the dress and just decided it was the only option.
Carefully you smoothed the fabric of your dress and looked at yourself in the mirror. Getting lost in your reflection you couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. Memories of the last event you attended with Bang Chan crept up. You swore you could feel his warmth behind you as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your neck. “you look beautiful, I don’t want anyone to see you.” he teased.
The knocking on the door pulled you from that trance, you opened your eyes only to see yourself holding your tummy where you pictured Chan’s hand were holding you tenderly. You sighed and reached for your clutch and headed to the entrance.
You opened the front door, Changbin looked at you with wide eyes. His mouth slightly open as he scanned you from top the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.
“y/n” he whispered. He realized how weird he sounded and cleared his throat. “you look absolutely beautiful” he gushed.
“you sure it’s not too much?” you stepped out of the door and closed it behind you. “i mean, it’s just a album launch.” you chuckled. Changbin didn’t seem to hear, he was still focused on how stunning you looked. Tonight, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
“Binnie?” you waved your hand in front of his eyes playfully. “hmm? Oh, uh-” he blushed. “no we’re not late, or-” he looked at you as you covered your smile trying not to laugh. “or-what did you say?” he was now chuckling at his own nervousness.
“are you sure it’s okay for us to go together?” you swallowed the lump of nerves in your throat. “as friends?” the last part of that was hard to say.
You felt like you might have exposed yourself a little more than you wanted to, because Changbin shifted the weight of his stance and ran his fingers nervously through his hair.
Changbin smiled and nodded in response. “yeah, just-” he exhaled “friends.” You stepped towards Changbin and picked a speck of lint off the shoulder of his sleeve and wiped away the tiny mound of fabric creating a smooth surface again.
“now you look perfect too.” you looked into his eyes, and he was looking back into yours. Never had you seen a prettier shade of brown.
“ready?” he cleared his throat while looking away. “yeah.” you replied quietly, he allowed you to walk in front of him, and offered to hold your clutch as you controlled the skirt of your dress to walk down the stairs.
You both arrived at the JYP building, immediately the sea of paparazzi blinded you by the flashes of their cameras as the doorman opened your car door.
You felt the nerves in your tummy but immediately the feeling eased as Changbin grabbed your hand and shielded you from the lights.
Without stopping he walked you into the building and stopped until you were both out of the view of the paparazzi. “you okay?” he asked looking to see if anyone could see you both. “yeah,” you nodded and looked down at your hand still being held tightly by his.
“but I don’t think that convinced anyone we are just friends” you joked. Changbin saw where your gaze was and dropped your hand. “yeah, sorry. I just thought the less pictures of us together would give people less of a reason to think we are dating.”
You looked up and noticed Bang Chan with a drink in hand standing parallel to you and Changbin. “we should go inside.” you walked past Changbin and towards the coat check in.
Changbin watched you walk away, and his focus went over to Bang Chan. He sighed and walked over to his friend who turned away sipping his drink as if he wasn’t just staring.
“Chan.” he approached him. “there’s nothing going on huh?” Bang Chan swirled the ice in his glass. “there really isn’t” Changbin replied. “I invited her over because-” he tried to think of a reason that didn’t sound like he was trying to date you.
“because why?” Bang Chan downed what was left of his drink, and left the glass on the table next to a few other empty or forgotten glasses.
“because, she is my friend too in case you forgot” Changbin replied annoyed. “i get that you're still getting over the break up but that doesn’t mean the rest of us have to cut ties with her.” he added.
Bang Chan looked at his friend and pushed himself off the stair railing he was leaning on. “well it’s your life Changbin, you don’t need my permission for who you can or can’t hang out with” he slurred and left.
Changbin huffed in annoyance and went to check in his coat, you were already in the event, the music blasted loudly, echoing the lyrics off the walls. You spotted Felix, Han and Seungmin standing by a photo booth taking photos.
You waved at them, Han noticed and motioned you over. “hey! What are you doing here?” Felix noticed you finally. He pulled you into a hug and nudged you towards Han who hugged you next followed by Seungmin.
“Changbin invited me the day you guys helped me with my stuff.” you replied. “oh, where is Changbin?” Han looked around, “i’m not sure, I lost him at the coat check in” you shrugged. “but we’re just friends so-” you frowned.
Felix looked at Han and back at you, “do you say that to everyone? Like about us too?” Seungmin teased. Just then Changbin appeared. “drink?” he handed you a glass of red wine. “thank you” you smiled and took a long sip.
“so are you guys going to sit with us?” Han asked, seeing Bang Chan was sitting with Lee Know and Hyunjin at the table. “uh-” Changbin looked at you. “only if-” he pointed to you and towards the table. “you sit with your friends.” you interrupted. “i can find a seat for the plus one’s” you smiled.
The announcer called everyone to their seats. Changbin looked at you disappear behind a crowd of people. He found his seat next to Jeongin and Lee Know.
You blended in with the wall, your glass in your hand as TWICE took the stage. The girls performed earning thunderous applause. You finally spotted an empty seat two tables away from the boys’ table. You took a seat and the waitress hurried over to top off your drink.
Another walked over and placed a dinner plate in front of you. You kept looking over at the boys’ table. Bang Chan was leaning over talking to Changbin, the two started laughing about some kind of joke and you smiled seeing that their bond was still stronger than ever.
The girls performed their last song and thanked everyone for being there. The waitresses began to clear tables and the DJ started to play music to keep the party going. “seat taken?” Changbin pulled the empty chair next to you out and took a seat.
“it is now.” you joked. “Sorry for ditching you.” he sighed. “no, it’s fine.” you shrugged. “this is your world, and I'm just tagging along.” you joked.
You listened as the next song started out slowly, Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran. You smiled at a memory not even the wine you were sipping could stop from pulling through. You were in the kitchen with Bang Chan celebrating the release of their last album. There was a bottle of champagne on ice in the sink. The rest of the boys left and the two of you were still buzzing, mostly because Bang Chan couldn’t stop gushing about how much work he put into this album.
(“i can’t believe it.” he smiled as he poured you another glass of champagne. “it’s already reached over 5 million streams within the first hour.” he gushed. “you earned it babe.” you tilted your glass towards his, the rims both kissed each other in a light clink. “let me play a song.” he opened his phone and pressed play on the last song he was listening to. “We found love right where we are-” Ed Sheeran belted only to be paused immediately. “were you listening to Ed Sheeran?” you teased. “it’s a good song” he replied with a cheesy smile. “play it.” you encouraged and jumped off the counter where you were sitting. “no.” he blushed. “come on, play it.” you closed the space between the two of you. You tilted his phone towards you, tapped the button to replay the song and pressed play. The song started from the beginning; you slurred the lyrics earning a giggle from Bang Chan, you smiled and mumbled the lyrics since you didn’t really know them from heart. Bang Chan started to sing making you smile widely, the more into the song he got, he put his hands on your waist. “darling, I will be loving you ‘til we’re 70” he sang as he moved you gently around the small kitchen area. It didn’t matter, it felt like a ballroom fit for just the two of you. He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes sparkled even in the poorly lit kitchen. You closed your eyes and tilted your head towards his...)
“do you want to dance?” Changbin asked with wide eyes pulling you from the memory. You looked at him and then over at the Stray Kids table and saw Bang Chan sitting with another freshly filled drink. “to this song?” you bit your lip. “it might be the only slow song for the night.” Changbin replied “but we don’t have to if slow songs aren’t your thing” he put his head down.
“no,uhm-” you looked over at Bang Chan who was looking right back at you, you were sure he was thinking of the same memory. “sure, let’s dance” you stood up and pulled Changbin to his feet. The two of you walked to the dance floor, you found a big enough space. His hands found their spot on your waist as he started to move you to the song. Bang Chan sat up straight seeing as Changbin moved your hips slowly to the song. He extended his arm and twirled you making you burst into laughter.
You twirled back into his body and leaned your head against his chest. You closed your eyes, drunk on the smell of his cologne. “you know, we are pretty bad at trying to convince people we are just friends” you joked. “you know the only person who seems to be worried about what others will think or say is you?” Changbin replied still moving you to the song. “i think I stopped caring two drinks ago.” he laughed making you laugh too.
You looked at him, and he was already looking at you. His eyes, those brown eyes. You swore you would get lost in them. Your focus switched over to the table where Bang Chan was sitting, getting an eyeful. Bang Chan looked at you, his eyes on the verge of tears. It was enough to make a tear slip down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away. “excuse me” you broke his embrace. “I need air.” you walked away, hiding the tears that were falling. You walked to your table and grabbed your wine glass, you looked back in the direction of Bang Chan’s chair but he was gone.
Spotting the nearest exit to the outdoor balcony you hurried over and closed the door behind you. The air was cold and crisp. You stood by the railing and looked over the city. You lifted your glass of wine to your lips and took a small sip. “we missed the sunset” Bang Chan’s voice startled you from out of the dark.
You gasped and held your chest and sighed in relief seeing him sitting on a concrete bench. “I-I-” you stammered.
Bang Chan stood up and walked until he was right next to you, he leaned against the balcony railing and looked at the city as well, his glass twisted between his fingertips. You looked towards the door and back at him, wondering if he wanted to talk or if this was just an awkward moment.
You turned to leave when Bang Chan spoke again stopping you. “I remember the first time I seen you in that dress.” he chuckled and took a sip of his drink.
“We- we went to that brunch event with Felix for Louis Vuitton.” He took another sip of his drink, almost like the memory was too painful to think of sober.
“you showed up after us, and the sequins that used to be on the hip snagged against the car door and ripped a hole and all the beads and jewels scattered on the sidewalk.” he chuckled, you smiled remembering it too.
“yeah, I remember.” you relaxed and leaned against the railing too. “I was too embarrassed to pick up the sequins because the paparazzi were snapping photos like crazy so I ran inside.” you added.
“i found you and Felix and told you what happened.” you took a sip of your wine. “the rest of the afternoon, you kept your hand on my hip to cover the hole.” you blushed. “Everyone just said we were very much in love. That's why you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”
Bang Chan’s face sunk into sadness at the statement. “i see you fixed the hole.” he looked over at you and downed the rest of his drink. Leaving the glass on the edge he walked over to you. He closed the small space between the two of you. You slowly backed up until you were pressed against the wall.
“It was right here” his fingertip traced a light circle against your side. “no.” you practically whispered. Grabbing his hand, you guided his palm down the curves of your body “it’s lower” you looked him straight in the eyes and stopped right on your hip. Chan smiled as he felt the small patch of your flesh through the hole.
Chan’s hand was hot to the touch, you could feel it against your skin and could feel it radiating through the fabric of your dress. Chan looked into your eyes; the glistening of the city lights mixed with the glaze from his alcohol made his eyes sparkle. His focus shifted between your eyes, and your lips. You could see him slowly moving forward with each interval.
“tell me to stop.” he whispered against your lips, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. Your only response was a gentle nod of your head. Your eyes closed as Bang Chan pressed a strong kiss against your lips. Your wine glass fell into pieces by your feet as your fingers began to comb through his hair behind his head.
He pressed sloppy drunken kisses against your jaw, leaving a trail of wet pecks down to your neck. You moaned quietly, you missed his touch, you missed being this dangerously close to him. His hands hooked under your thighs as he lifted your legs and you wrapped them around his waist. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his teeth graze against the skin on your shoulder.
“Channie” you moaned breathlessly. You opened your eyes, and immediately felt your heart stop. As Changbin closed the curtain and walked away from the door.
“Changbin” you planted your feet back on the balcony floor. You pushed past Bang Chan and hurried back inside.
You looked around in a panic, and finally spotted him by the coat desk. Pulling your dress up a bit for more movement you hurried over to Changbin.
“Binnie” you panted trying to catch your breath. “I don’t want to hear it y/n” he sighed and tipped for his coat service.
“you don’t understand” you hurried after him, “then explain it to me?” he turned to you. His tone gathering the attention of a few bystanders.
You stood there lost for words. “WELL?!” his tone was now harsh and filled with anger. You felt your eyes beginning to well as you flinched.
“I don’t know” your lip trembled. “if this is a game to you y/n, I don’t want to be a pawn.” He replied and turned away to leave.
“it’s not like that Changbin” you assured him through your tears. “i really don’t know, I am just as confused.” you wiped your tears.
Changbin stopped and sighed deeply, he turned to you and closed the space between the both of you. He placed your face between his palms, you gasped as he pulled you into his kiss. He pulled away as quickly as he kissed you.
You stood there, speechless just waiting for his next move. Changbin didn’t say anything, he just turned and left you standing there alone. You lifted your fingertips and gently caressed your lips. They were still buzzing from Changbin’s kiss.
Back home Changbin was getting ready for bed, he finished washing up his face when there was a knock on his door. “I already said I don’t want to be bothered.” he announced bitterly.
Changbin opened the door, before he had a chance to react, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into your lips. Your lips hungrily pressed against his not giving him a chance to take a breath.
His hands found your waist as he pulled away, looking at you with confusion. “are you sure this is what you want?” he asked as you caught your breath. “i’m here aren’t I?” you raised your eyebrow and pulled him in for another kiss.
Changbin didn’t question it anymore, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and felt him carry you into his bedroom. You unclenched his waist and got back on your feet. Pulling at the hem of his shirt, he lifted his arms and helped you pull his shirt off and threw it across the room.
You pressed your lips against his again, you felt him snake his arms around you again and pull you until the both of you collapsed onto his bed. His hands crawled up your back finding the zipper of your dress. He pulled it downward only for it to jam making it impossible to come down after a few tugs.
“fuck” he grumbled, grabbing your waist he flipped you over onto your back and he was now hovering over you, he pressed hungry kisses down the valley of your breast that were still covered by your dress. He propped himself up as he spotted the hole on the hip of your dress. His fingers pushed through, and pulled hard.
The tearing sound of your dress felt like it was loud enough for the apartment next door to hear. Changbin ripped the dress far enough to reveal your tummy, he pressed tender kisses against your skin that made you suck air through your teeth.
He continued to rip your dress further up exposing more skin and pressing a kiss down so no patch of flesh was left without a kiss. The wine buzz was finally starting to fade, and a more rational version of yourself began to think.
You looked towards the window, at the shadows of the trees against the glass. Changbin pressed his lips against your neck making you gasp. You put your arms in front of you and gently pushed him enough to signal him to stop.
“what’s wrong?” he asked pulling away from you enough for you to wiggle out from underneath him. You sat up and pulled his blankets up to cover your exposed body. Changbin sat up and leaned forward to see you sniffling, and tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Chan?” he mumbled. “i’m sorry” you sniffled, and choked out a sob. “no, don’t be.” Changbin placed his hand on your shoulder. You lost control and sobbed into his blanket; pretty sure it was now stained with your make-up.
“i love you Changbin” you looked at him with swollen tear-filled eyes. “but Chan-” you sniffled. Changbin exhaled that turned into a sigh. “you hate me now right?” you looked at him as more tears escaped your eyes.
Changbin looked at you surprised. “no.” he wiped your tears with his thumbs. “i could never hate you y/n” he smiled weakly. “Bang Chan doesn’t know how lucky he is.” Changbin added. “he has aejeong” Changbin pulled his legs towards him and rested his arms on his knees. He looked back at you and got off of the bed.
You watched as he walked to his closet and pulled out some sweats and a t-shirt. “here.” he handed them to you. You grabbed them from his hand, and placed them on your lap. “i can get the shower going for you, and we can just watch a movie if you want.”
You smiled and nodded. Changbin pulled out a shirt for himself and put it on as he walked out the door to the bathroom. You wiped your tears again and crawled out of bed, your dress was ruined but you still folded it and put it on the end table.
As you showered, you heard the front door knock through the walls. You ignored it thinking Changbin ordered some food. You turned off the shower and climbed out finding the towels Changbin left for you on the sink.
You could hear Changbin talking to someone outside, you quickly changed into the clothes Changbin gave you and walked out of the bathroom. “Who’s here Binnie?” you asked and walked into the living room. Just then Changbin and Bang Chan looked up at you at the same time.
You felt your jaw drop “are you serious right now?” Bang Chan stood up, clearly angry and annoyed. “Chan it’s not what it looks like” Changbin stood up. “I came here, and poured my heart and soul out to you about this.” Bang Chan was at loss for words. “You sat here and listened to me make a fool of myself, all while she cleaned herself up after a good fuck?!” he shoved Changbin.
“Chan.” you hurried and put yourself between the two guys. “stop, he is telling the truth. nothing happened.” you turned and extended your arms towards Changbin who was ready to push back. “i don’t believe you.” Chan fought back his anger.
“you’re drunk Chan, go sleep it off.” Changbin pushed your arms away from his chest and shoved you to the side. You looked at Changbin with wide eyes from his actions.
“you know what? my biggest mistake was choosing you to be part of the group” Chan pointed to Changbin and turned to leave. “Chan!” you shot a glare of disappointment at him.
“whatever” Bang Chan turned grabbing his jacket. “yeah? Well my biggest mistake was accepting” Changbin replied “stop it! both of you!” you shouted.
“Chan,” you turned to him. “save it, I don’t want to hear it. Sorry to interrupt” he pulled the door open forcefully that it hit the wall with a loud thud.
You turned to Changbin who was holding back his tears. “Changbin” you stepped towards him. “go home y/n” he turned and started back to his room. “on the subject of mistakes, the real mistake was getting involved with your relationship bullshit” he looked at you over his shoulder and went back to his room, slamming his door shut.
Your entire surroundings went mute, a light humming in your ears blocked out the sniffling coming from your nose. You could feel the tears rolling down your face, but your face felt numb. You could only stand there holding your breath, knowing the moment the air entered your lungs you would burst into uncontrollable sobs.
You grabbed your clutch that you threw on the floor when you got there and hurried out the still open front door. You closed it behind you, and with only bare feet hurried down the sidewalk to the nearest bus stop.
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Just Like Gretzky ~ *Seo Changbin*
Disclaimer: I did not edit this photo. All rights to this edit goes to the owner (if the owner wants me to take it down, I will).
Summary: Changbin and you have a friendship built on hockey (although you often argue over who the greatest player of all time is). However, when he catches feelings, things get complicated. And there's this tradition regarding who should wear his other jersey to his championship game this weekend...
Pairing: Seo Changbin X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Oneshot
Word Count: 5072
Warning: N/A
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Taglist: @plutonieve @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me
A/N: As a lifelong hockey fan, I needed to write this. I've thought about making it a series multiple times, but I didn't. I like it this way.
Changbin has known you pretty much his whole life. The two of you grew up together, your houses right next to each other in your neighborhood, and the two of you were practically glued to the hip since you first met. The glue that kept the two of you together when you were children was a shared love for one sport: hockey.
The two of you would spend hours watching every interview and going over the statistics of every team and each player. Any game that was playing that you both had time to watch, you would. Of course, the two of you would get into heated debates over the game and the players during commercial breaks, but that's what made watching the games that much more fun.
“Obviously, Wayne Gretzky is the greatest hockey player to ever play in the history of hockey.” Changbin exclaimed, making you roll your eyes with a scoff.
“Absolutely not. Gordie Howe is called Mr. Hockey for a reason!” You shot back.
Changbin frowned at just how crazy you sounded. “That doesn’t matter!”
“What do you mean it doesn't matter? It totally does!”
“Gretzky can skate circles around Howe in his sleep!”
“But Howe has his own hat trick named after him! What does Gretzky have?”
“Everyone knows Gretzky more than they know Howe!”
You groaned, flopping back onto your bed, making Changbin smile in spite of himself. “I don’t even know why I’m still friends with you.”
He shrugged before he teased you again. “I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because I’m the only person you can freak out about hockey with.”
A chuckle escaped you. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right.” He nodded all matter of fact like. “I’m always right.”
“You’re not right about the best hockey player of all time.”
“Okay subject change!” He whined and made a face at you. “I do NOT want to go through all of that debate again.”
Again, you laughed before sitting up. “Alright, alright. Then let me ask you this. When’s your state championship game?”
Changbin froze. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you about his championship game. It’s just every time you came to one of his hockey games, he got all nervous and made dumb mistakes on the ice. Not only that, but there was a tradition of the players giving their away game jerseys to a friend or significant other to wear during the game for good luck. He wanted to give you his jersey to wear, but he was just too scared to ask, so he was planning on just giving it to Wooyoung tomorrow.
“Oh, uh, it’s coming up.” He tried to avoid the topic, but sometimes you were just too smart for him.
“Like this weekend?” You asked, scooching closer and making his heart skip a beat.
“Maybe…”
You nodded. “Well, I will most definitely be there!”
He was hoping you wouldn’t say that, but he knew you would come as soon as you guessed when his game was. “Are you sure you want to come? It’ll be so boring. And it's not like you haven't been to any of my games before. It'll be just like one of those...”
“Boring?! Since when is hockey boring?! And this is the championship game! There is no way it's going to be boring!” You screeched, causing him to jump a little, yet a smile tugged at his lips. “I’m so going to be there! It’ll be so fun! And I know you guys will win!”
“Hehe, yeah…” He trailed off.
"Well, I'm starved, do you want anything?" You asked, standing up and stretching.
He was thankful that you changed the subject and he shook his head. "Not right now, but hurry up. The second period is about to start."
"I'll be quick, I promise!" You assure him before slipping out of the room.
Changbin sighed as soon as you left the room. He was no longer looking forward to his championship game now.
As soon as his head hit the lunch table the next day, Seungmin laughed at him. “Something on your mind there, defense?”
“I heard that it’s Y/n.” Felix also teased him. The rest of the team turned to face their depressed defenseman, knowing what the girl meant to him.
Changbin’s head shot up at his words. “Where did you hear that?”
He shrugged, “I’m friends with Wooyoung too, you know.”
Now he really regrets telling Wooyoung what happened last night at her place. Groaning, his head hit the table once again. Since Seungmin and Felix knew about his plight, he was preparing for all of the team to start relentlessly teasing him. This was not what he wanted at all. He just wanted to vent about his frustrations to his close friends and not to his team. Granted, he should have known better because Wooyoung was known for having a big mouth.
“So what’s wrong with you and Y/n?” Hyunjin asked.
“Nothing’s going on.” He tried in vain to explain.
“Right…” Minho snickered as he rolled his eyes. “So what’s really on your mind?”
Changbin sighed. There was no way he was getting out of this one. When Minho wants to know something, he will do everything in his power to get it from you. And it was never a pretty sight. So he might as well spill his guts.
“It’s just, she asked when the playoff game was and she managed to figure out it’s this weekend.” He explained.
Jeongin narrowed his eyes on his teammate, as if he was talking nonsense. “And that’s bad, why?”
“Because I kind of maybe, sort of want her to wear my away jersey to the game…” He could feel his cheeks turn a bright shade of red.
Within an instant all of the boys at the table were jeering and teasing him to no end. He felt himself shrink into himself from embarrassment until he felt someone throw his arm over his shoulder. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was the team captain, Chris, aka Bang Chan.
“Hey, it’s okay 'Bin.” He consoled him. “I already gave my away game jersey to my girlfriend. It’s not a big deal so don’t make it a big deal.”
“But it’s so cute!” Felix teased, pulling at Changbin’s cheeks, making him groan. “Our big, tough, and scary defenseman has a little crush!”
“You have a crush too, Felix!” Jisung shot back, also throwing his arm over Changbin’s shoulders from the other side. “So you have no room to talk.”
It was at this moment that the forward blushed just as red as Changbin was at the moment. However, Felix managed to stammer out, “Yeah, but, I threw my jersey in their locker with a note telling them where to go this weekend.”
“Yeah, if they even decide to show up.” Jeongin teased him.
“They will!”
“Hey!” Jisung exclaimed in an effort to get them to stop fighting. “Felix’s problems aside, how is Changbin going to get Y/n to go to the game this weekend with his jersey?”
Hyunjin shrugged. “Why not just do what Felix did? Throw it in her locker and not tell her anything in hopes she figures it out instead of being a decent human being and talking to her?”
Felix frowned and flicked a French fry at him. “Low blow dude.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re an idiot.” He sighed as he shook his head, causing the forward to scoff.
Chris huffed before turning Changbin to face him. “Look, you’re not going to get any good advice from these guys, so let me try to help in some way. You seem to really like her and I’m glad you do. Anxiety is normal, but don’t let it get in the way of trying to talk to her. She might surprise you.”
“I suppose…” He trailed off, unsure of what else to say. It was a good thing because Chris then went into a rant about strategy for the game that weekend and he was more than willing to change the subject.
However, the previous conversation was still nagging at the back of his mind through the rest of lunch. All he needed to do was give you his jersey and ask you to go to the game. It sounded easy in theory, but he knew deep down that as soon as he saw you, he was going to freeze like he always did when he was near you nowadays.
Sometimes he wished he was still a kid who liked to pull on your pigtails to tease you and watch hockey games with you. He wished he didn’t have all these unnecessary feelings overcomplicating things. Sometimes he wondered if you felt the same way he did, if you froze up just like he did, but he knew you didn’t. Why would you like your best friend who has only really ever been a friend to you? There was absolutely no way. So he was left to sulk in his own little pity party.
That afternoon during practice, Changbin was beyond distracted. He kept missing the puck that was passed to him and kept tripping over his own skates. The other boys at first laughed at him, but as his distracted clumsiness continued, they began to grow worried.
Being a good Captain, Chris pulled him to the side with a frown. “What has gotten into you? I understand having an off-day but we really can’t afford off-days this close to the most important game of the series. So what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing.” Changbin shook his head, trying not to let it show what he was truly thinking. “I just haven’t been myself today.”
“You’re thinking about Y/n again, aren’t you?”
He sighed. “Is it really that obvious?”
Chris chuckled. “Yeah, a little bit. Look, just tell her, okay? Worst that’s going to happen is-”
“She says no.” Changbin finished. “Yeah, I know. I just wish things could have stayed the same, you know? Like when we were still best friends who loved hockey more than anything else in the world. I wish I never had feelings for her because they just overcomplicate everything.”
Again, Chris chuckled, patting his slightly younger teammate on the shoulder. “Love doesn’t always happen the way we want it to. And it just so happened to have worked out this way. Maybe you two are meant to be together. Or maybe you’re not. You’re never going to know if you don’t give her a chance.”
"But what if she doesn't give me a chance?"
"That's a risk you're going to have to take."
Changbin supposed his captain was right. Besides, Chris has been in a relationship far longer than he has. He ought to know more about romance than he does. Heaving a sigh, he shook his head in an attempt to get back into the game. Like his captain said, the most important game of the series was this weekend and he needed to bring his A-game.
It was a slow start but eventually he was back up to parr. Everyone was relieved to see their best defenseman back to his old tricks again. Even Changbin was feeling better about the big game that weekend. Practice finished well and he found himself laughing and joking along with his teammates in the locker room before getting ready to leave.
However, upon leaving the locker room, he saw you.
He couldn’t miss you; no one could. You were wearing your Red Wings jersey and a Gordie Howe cap. You must have seen him practice because the only time you wore all that was when you went to watch a hockey game. Changbin immediately felt self-conscious about practice. Did you see him before his talk with Chris, when he was playing badly because you were plaguing his thoughts? However, the thought of you actually hearing the conversation he had with his captain made him want to turn right around and hide in the locker room until you went away.
“Changbin?”
Welp, he was screwed.
Giving you an awkward smile, he hefted his bag of gear higher on his shoulder. “H-hi Y/n. What are you doing here?”
You chuckled. “I had to make sure you guys were in tip top shape for the game this weekend. You guys looked amazing out there. You’re going to kill it.”
“Yeah? You think so?”
Nodding, you answered, “I know so.”
He nodded as well, feeling his cheeks get warm at your praise. “Well, thank you, Y/n. I really appreciate it.”
“But that’s not the only reason why I came by.”
Changbin was afraid you’d say something like that. Again, he hoisted his gear even higher onto his shoulder, trying not to grunt from the strain of the weight on his shoulder. “Oh yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah. One of your teammates, the back-up goalie, Seungmin, told me to meet you here. He said you have something to talk to me about? He said it had something to do with the game this weekend?”
Leave it to Seungmin to make his situation worse for him. Now he couldn’t back out. He had to give you the jersey. It was now or never.
Dropping his bag of gear, he didn’t look you in the eye as he dug out his away jersey and forced it into your hands. “Here. Wear this at the game. I’ll see you later.”
And with that, he was gone, praying you didn’t see the red on his cheeks or ears.
As he was rushing out of the arena, he bumped into someone. Apologizing, he was ready to mumble an apology while moving past them. However, they grabbed his shoulder.
“Hey, hey, hey. Where are you going in such a hurry?”
He lucked up and felt a small twinge of relief. Jisung was smiling at him, though there was concern in his eyes. “Are you okay, Changbin?”
Taking a deep breath, he explained, “I gave Y/n my jersey.”
“Did you now? What did she say?” He asked, a bright smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Changbin looked away as he bit his lip. “I didn’t stick around long enough to find out.”
As Jisung laughed, Changbin felt his ears grow hot with embarrassment. “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. But it’s kind of funny and kind of cute! I’m sure she appreciated the gesture and I’m sure she’ll be at the game, cheering you on like she always does. Only this time she'll be in your jersey, which I'm sure will be a sight to see. I’m even willing to bet she’ll pair your jersey with her Gordie Howe hat.”
Changbin couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yeah, I’m sure she will.”
“Just relax.” Jisung continued. “Deep breaths. You’re going to be okay, I’m sure of it. As long as you do your best this weekend, everything is going to be just fine.”
He nodded and hazarded a glance back at the arena. “Yeah, everything is going to be just fine.”
On the day of the championship game, Changbin was a bundle of nerves. They had already practiced on the ice and he hadn’t seen you in the stands. A part of him assumed you were weirded about by the jersey and didn’t want to come. But when he went back into the locker room, he caught sight of a Red Wings hat. He wasn’t sure, but his heart fluttered in his chest at the sight. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to get his hopes up.
In the locker room, Hyunjin nudged his shoulder as the pair laced up their skates. “Did you see her?”
Changbin shook his head. “I didn’t see her.”
“What are you talking about?” Jisung asked, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. “She was right there above the tunnel! She’s sitting practically right behind our bench! She’s got the perfect seat for today's championship game!”
He felt his cheeks turn pink. So that Red Wings hat really was yours. He should have said something or at least waved at you. That would have been the nice thing to do. Why hadn’t he noticed you?
“Hey, calm down, Changbin. I can't have you getting this distracted before we've even hit the ice.” Chris gave him an encouraging smile as he patted his shoulder. “You got this. Do your best out there and she’ll be proud of you no matter what, okay?”
Nodding, he took a deep breath. “Everything is going to be okay.”
“Yeah, you got it!”
“And we’re going to destroy those Gorillas and win the championship!” Felix shouted, causing everyone else to cheer. “Show them no mercy!”
For a brief moment, Changbin forgot all about you in the stands. All he was thinking about was bringing home the glory to his team and his fans. He was Seo Changbin, the toughest, meanest, scariest defenseman on their team. And he was going to win.
Stepping out onto the ice, he was calm, cool, and collected. He was ready for this. He could do anything and he was ready to play.
And then he looked at the stands.
The world stopped. There you were. Cheering him on once the national anthem was sung and the players were getting ready for the first puck drop.
And you were wearing his jersey.
Minho tapped his stick to get his attention. With a teasing grin, he mumbled, “Get your head in the game, lover boy. We have a championship to win.”
Nodding, he focused on the player in front of him. Changbin made up his mind. He was going to win this not only for his team but for you too.
The puck dropped.
He charged forward.
The first period was pretty uneventful, save for two events. One of the Gorillas had tripped Chris and then started to pick a fight with Felix, which caused him to drop his gloves. Usually, the team didn’t fight, but it was an uncalled penalty and the other player was a known cheater in the league. Besides, Felix was the tough guy on the team, though Seungmin was a close second. But Seungmin was the back-up goalie, so he didn’t get to fight ever. After a brief fight, Felix managed to pin the guy to the ice, which meant the fight was over. Changbin tapped his stick on the ground with the rest of the team as he was led to the penalty box to serve his five for fighting.
As Changbin got back to the bench so another player could go out, he glanced at Chris. “You okay?”
Changbin nodded. “Yeah, just a little discombobulated, that’s all. I’ll be back out there before you know it.”
Before he even sat down, half the crowd started to cheer and he looked up. The opposing team had just scored. He groaned, slumping down on the seat with a thud. If only he had been out there for a couple seconds longer, he would have been able to help Hyunjin save the puck from going in. He had no idea what Jisung was thinking as their goalie, but he didn’t seem so happy about it either.
“It’s okay boys.” Their coach assured them. “It’s still early in the game. We got this. Just shake it off and move on, got it? Now, Minho, this is what I want you to do when you go out there…”
Changbin stopped listening to his coach then. He had turned his focus back to the game and absolutely nothing could break his concentration-
Someone tapped on the glass next to him. He knew he shouldn’t, but he glanced over. As soon as he did, his eyes widened and his breathing almost stopped.
There you were, smiling at him with encouragement. In your eyes, he could see you reassuring him for the goal scored against them. It was almost as if you were trying to tell him not to worry about what happened. He felt himself smiling at you, trying to tell you that he understood and he was going to give it his all.
The period ended and the boys headed back down the tunnel. As Changbin headed inside, he didn’t know what came over him, but he winked at you. You laughed and winked back, making his heart pound. Why did you always have to be so cute? Did you even know about the effect you had on him?
After Chris was given a once over to make sure he was okay, their coach addressed the players. “Alright guys, I know it looks bad. It’s zero to one and these guys are tough. But we’re tougher. We have Jisung’s speed, Minho's tricks, Chris’s leadership, Hyunjin’s quick-thinking, Felix’s toughness, Seungmin’s moral support, Jeongin’s sharp eye, and Changbin’s surefootedness. We have teamwork that is unmatched by any other team in this league. If we work a little harder, we’re going to win this. So, are you ready to fight for what’s rightfully ours?”
“YEAH!” Everyone started chanting and cheering, the desire to win fueling their determination.
Second period began and Changbin was quicker and smarter than before. He outmaneuvered their best goalscorers and even had their Captain tripping over his skates. He truly owned the ice during this period. Storming the crease, he passed the puck to Hyunjin, who slapshot it into the back of the net.
The score was now tied.
Changbin couldn’t help but let out a yell before going over to his teammate and patting him on the head, as hockey players do. They then skated to the bench to get high-fives from the rest of their teammates. As the rest of the team congratulated Hyunjin, he snuck a quick peek up at the stands. His smile only grew as he saw you freaking out, screaming your head off as you clapped wildly. It made his heart full to see you cheering him on. It felt like he was the one who scored the goal, even though he only got an assist.
After that goal, the second period passed uneventfully, yet incredibly tense. The pressure had increased significantly since the start of the game. It was tied. If someone didn’t break it, they would have to go into overtime and then a sudden death shootout. He didn’t think he could take the kind of pressure a shoot out had. They needed to break this tie.
Back in the locker room, everyone congratulated Hyunjin again for the goal and Changbin for the assist. Even their coach was beaming with pride. Standing before the players yet again, he spoke, “Alright boys. Last period of the championship game and it’s all tied up. If we don’t score now, we have to go into overtime, and I really would rather wrap this game up all nice and neat with a bow, don't you think?”
“YEAH!”
“So, let’s get out there and show them we mean business! All we need is for at least one more goal! Can we do it?”
“YES WE CAN!”
“Alright then! Let’s get out there and win!” And with that, they charged out of the tunnel, ready to finish this.
The third period was tense. The Gorillas didn’t seem to have winning on their mind. Instead, they were roughing up their team. It seemed every minute someone got a penalty called on them, whether it was for cross-checking, hooking, holding, high-sticking, or tripping. Even Changbin wasn’t immune to their tricks. More than once he was tripped or cross-checked as he attempted to gain control of the puck. But he knew not to give in to the urge to drop his gloves. He couldn’t, not when they were so close to winning.
Every time he’d get back to the bench, he would look at you from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t lose this game. Not with you sitting there, glued to the edge of your seat, totally enraptured by the game. He couldn’t break your heart like that. So he would give it his all and win.
It was the last puck drop of the game, considering they had less than a minute left, and everyone was on their feet. Changbin was thankful to be on the ice because he was going to help his team win. He didn’t even care about the Gorillas that were going to try and stop him. He was going to win.
The puck dropped and Minho won the face off. He passed it to Chris, who passed it to Hyunjin. Changbin could see them lining up the shot and he got into position, with Jeongin nearby. The play was simple, pass to Jeongin and he’ll squeeze through the Gorilla defense to score the game winning goal. Easy.
But when the puck was passed to him, he noticed a wide open net. All it took was a split second decision. One flick of the hockey stick was all it took to send the puck soaring.
It hit the back of the net, top shelf, right as the buzzer sounded to announce the end of the period.
They won.
Their team won because of him!
Before he knew it, his life was practically being squeezed out of him by his teammates as they also pounded him on the head. Even Seungmin, still dressed in his backup goalie uniform and pads, practically jumped on top of all of them, making them all topple over. Their coach came over and congratulated them. As the final score buzzer sounded, they raised their sticks in salute to their victory. After that, they shook hands with the opposing team before both teams went down their respective tunnels to change and then celebrate.
“Changbin, you were amazing!” Felix yelled, a grin threatening to split his face.
“You’re the best defenseman ever.” Seungmin added with a cheeky smirk.
“Congratulations, Changbin. You did amazing.” Jeongin gave his friend a hug before patting his head again.
“MVP! Star of the game! Best player to ever grace the ice here!” Jisung shouted through the locker room, causing everyone to laugh.
“You did it, Changbin! We’re so proud of you.” Minho nodded to him with a proud smile.
Chris and the coach were the last two to offer their congratulations to him. When the coach left to pack up, Chris added, “We knew you could do it. Now hurry up and go change and freshen up. I’m sure Y/n will want to congratulate you as well and you don’t want to keep her waiting now do you?”
He felt his cheeks heat up and Minho snickered. “You know what you should do? Go ask her out on a date tonight. Use that leftover adrenaline for good.”
Changbin frowned. “What about you guys? Don’t you want me to come celebrate with you all?”
Hyunjin scoffed. “Don’t worry about it! There’s always tomorrow!”
“Yeah!” Jisung added. “Love is fleeting. Food is forever.”
Felix pretended to cry. “That was beautiful, man.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Get going already. Just know that we expect details tomorrow, okay?”
“Or you should just bring her with you!” Seungmin called out from the showers.
“Oh, I like that idea.” Minho nodded, and everyone laughed again.
Changbin, with bright red cheeks, hurried to get ready. Showering and changing as quickly as he could, he shoved his gear into his duffel bag before rushing out of the locker room. He didn’t want to get teased anymore by his teammates tonight. Besides, Minho was right; he needed to put his leftover adrenaline to use.
As soon as he left the locker room, he searched for a Red Wings hat and an away game jersey. But there were so many people everywhere. It was hard to see anyone.
“CHANGBIN!” He almost had the wind knocked out of him as you ran into him from behind him and pulled him into a tight hug. “YOU WON! YOU SCORED THE GAME WINNING GOAL AND WON! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!”
He chuckled, hugging you back. “I know! It still hasn’t quite hit me yet that I did it! But, Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you-”
“There’s something I need to tell you as well.” You replied. “But you first.”
Taking a deep breath, he spoke. “Y/n, I like you, a lot, as more than a friend. And I was wondering if you wanted to grab a late dinner to celebrate with me? As, as, like, a, you know, like a date?”
You beamed before grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket and smashing your lips against his. At first he was shocked. Just like the goal he scored roughly twenty minutes ago, it didn’t hit him yet. But then it came crashing down on him: his crush was kissing him. AND HE WASN’T KISSING BACK!
Quickly, he let his eyes close and pulled you in closer. You giggled as his hand found its way to the back of your head. The kiss was everything he wanted and more. But all good things must come to an end and he was starting to run out of air. So he unfortunately had to break the kiss. But your hand found his as you smiled at him.
“I’d love to go on a date with you. As long as your teammates don’t mind.” You exclaimed.
“They don’t. They actually encouraged me to ask you out.” He felt his ears go red as he scratched the back of his head with his free hand.
You laughed. “Of course they did. Now c’mon! I’m starving! And after dinner, I say we head to a twenty-four hour convenience store and load up on snacks so we can watch movies at my house!”
He smiled softly as you started to leave him through the crowd. “Sounds perfect.”
“Oh and here.”
You placed something on his head and he realized it was his Oilers hat of Wayne Gretzky’s first Stanley Cup win in the 1983-84 season. It was his lucky charm, just like your Gordie Howe Red Wings cap from 1955 was your lucky charm. It was fitting and it made him fall in love with you just a little bit more.
Giving you a cheeky smile, he asked. “So how cool did I look when I scored that final goal? Did I look like Mr. Hockey Gordie Howe when I scored?”
Laughing, you shook your head. “Nope, more like Wayne Gretzky. Just like Gretzky.”
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