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tasteracha · 7 months

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kinktober — day four

kink: body worship with changbin

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. implied thick!reader (but can be read with any body type). mentions of body insecurity. afab!reader.

when changbin get home from work, he finds you wrapped in a big sweatshirt and a blanket, hood pulled all the way up and your entire body a shapeless lump on the couch. it’s one of those days - not especially bad, but the kind of day that left you not wanting to be perceived. if you could have become one with the couch, you would have.

living together is new - being together in general is new. you’ve been friends for years and years, but only took the plunge into a relationship recently, falling into each other in fast forward until you were moving in with him after just a few months. him coming home to you every day just felt so natural though, and with the frequency of how often one of you stayed the night at the others it just made sense.

“hi, beautiful,” he greets you as he flops next to you, bone-deep tiredness clear in the way he melts against your side. he makes your heart squeeze as he nuzzles his head into your chest, and it threatens to beat right out of your skin.

“‘m not,” you mumble out, unable to keep it in. you’re usually so careful about separating your insecurities from him, scared to show them to him even though you know he would be nothing but sweet to you about it.

“excuse me?” he says, sitting up so quick you’re surprised he didn’t get whiplash from it. he left you no time to regret your words as he frames your face with both of his hands and turns your head to face him. “say that again.”

“i just,” you try and look away but he nudges your head back towards his face again. “i don’t think i am. beautiful. i guess i’m not ugly but i’ve never felt like i was something special, you know?”

“no, i don’t.” he says with intense ferocity, finality on his tongue like he was begging you to try and argue with what he knew was truth. “i’ve always thought you were gorgeous, even before we were together.”

“i guess i just don’t see myself that way,” you sigh, wishing you simply hadn’t opened your mouth.

“every single part of you is beautiful, do you understand?” he rubs his thumbs against your cheekbones before sliding his hands down past your shoulders.

“these arms?” he squeezes your upper arms with both of his hands, using his thumb to caress the skin there. “i dream about them, the way you wrap them around me when you’re happy or excited, it’s my favorite place to be.”

“but yours are too-“

“this isn’t about me,” he cuts you off, sharply but not unkind. he moves to your breasts, caressing them more gently than he ever had before.

“these? do you even see how many people stare at you when we go out at night?” he asks, pinching a bit at your skin. “it makes me so jealous, makes me want to take you home and keep you all to myself always. no one should be able to appreciate you but me.”

his hands roam further down, slotting themselves over your hips and squeezing with his fingertips.

“see these? they’re what i use to hold you down when you’re on top of me. how else would i be able to get you in the exact position i want you, hmm?”

your breath picks up as his fingers ghost over the swell of your lower belly, and you have to resist the urge to curl up around yourself so that he doesn’t see you.

“this?” he leans down to pepper kisses against your burning skin, leaving invisible marks that you can feel as though they were tattoos. “this is perfection. i want to bury my face in your stomach and suffocate in it, this isn’t a flaw to be hidden. it’s not something that you need to get rid of, not something that you shouldn’t have. it’s part of you, and that means that it’s perfect.”

his words are washing over you like tidal waves, wiping out your thoughts and replacing them with his. it’s all complimented by the scorching touch of his hands on your skin, you can feel him everywhere, consuming your entire being.

“your thighs?” he continues, kneading at the skin around your quads. “they were made to be on a goddess, do you get it? i want to sink my teeth into them and never let go. i want to cover your thighs in bite marks until you can’t see your skin anymore, so they’re all mine.”

he grabs your ass with both hands, his long fingers covering a surprising amount of surface area as they dig into your muscle.

“and do not get me started on this ass. this belongs in museums, on display so everyone can see what perfection looks like and feel bad about themselves for not being this perfect.”

and it’s a bit silly that you start crying because of that, but you can’t contain your bubbling emotions anymore. salty tears leave your eyes and you move to cover your face, but he stops you before you can.

“i don’t love you despite these things,” he says, caressing your face with the gentlest touch, feather soft. “i love you because of them. i’m sorry that i’ve never told you like this how obsessed with you i am. i think you are the most exquisite person that has ever walked this earth. do you understand?”

“yes,” you breathe out, finally understanding. finally accepting what he was saying.

“good,” he lets a smile creep onto his face, cheeks filling out. “now, will you let me make my pretty girl feel good?”

you nod, taking in a gulping breath as he slowly undresses you, taking time to run his hands over your skin reverently. when he takes off your panties you’re surprised by how wet you are, the cold air hitting your pussy and making you shiver. he runs a finger through your folds, collecting the slick there and spreading it to your clit.

“this perfect pussy? how could i want anything else when this is all mine?” he circles around your clit one, two three times before sliding one finger into you, slow enough that it makes you shiver. he crooks his finger inside of you, massaging your walls languidly like he’s mapping out every single millimeter of you to memory. it’s almost more overwhelming than when he bends you over and takes you on the kitchen table, hurried and frantic, because at least then you didn’t have time to think. now, you have all the time in the world to focus on the way he feels inside you, the way his free hand is warm on your thigh where it’s squeezing, the way his own breath catches when you clench around him like he’s the one with a finger inside of him.

“i could keep my fingers inside of you all day, that’s how much i love it.” he slips another inside and you sigh at the stretch, your muscles tensing when he finds the spot inside of you that sends sparks running through your nervous system. he smiles at you, almost wickedly, before speeding up his movements, accentuating them by pressing his thumb to your clit. almost too fast, you feel your orgasm approaching, much slower than you’ve ever felt it. you can almost see it taking over your body, a golden light starting at your fingers and toes and spreading up your limbs to your core, slow inch by slow inch. you forget to breath, gulping in air when the light finally snaps into place, squeezing your legs around his hand as you ride it out for what feels like straight minutes.

you come back to yourself in his arms, his fingers stroking the wispy strands of hair across your forehead out of your eyes. he’s looking at you with the fondest smile you’ve ever seen, like he can’t believe that he gets to hold you in his arms like this.

“don’t hide these things from me anymore, okay? i can’t make you feel better if i don’t know that you’re feeling bad in the first place.”

kinktober masterlist

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #changbin smut #seo changbin smut #changbin imagines #changbin x you #kinktober 2023 #changbin x y/n #stray kids x reader

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srslyscary · 20 days

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replaced? // ot8

telling skz that you’re replacing them by another kpop idol

Including: bang chan, lee know, changbin, hyunjin, han, seungmin, felix, jeongin

tags: @sixxze

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soobnny · 10 months

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ten things seo changbin says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, a little angst

one. happy one year anniversary, my love. ah, i don’t think i can fall asleep for a while. my heart feels like it wants to jump out of my chest because i’m so happy right now. it’s so crazy to think back to a year ago. did you know i cried when you said yes to being mine? i tried to keep it together in front of you but i sobbed the moment i got home. thank you for giving me a chance, and for continuing to give me a chance. one year, huh?

two. i never thought i’d feel this way again. i thought no one could possibly love me, but then you came in the form of the biggest contradiction. ah, (name), thank you for loving me.

three. i love your moles. you always say you hate them, but i love them because it’s yours. i love them because it’s so potently you. i love everything about you.

four. the boys joked around about marriage earlier, how i’d probably be the first one to tie the knot, and i know they were teasing, but it got me thinking. i genuinely do want to marry you. i think about it all the time. i think about how lovely you’d look in white, and whether or not you’d prefer a beach wedding or a fall wedding. you always told me how much you loved them. and god, who would my best man even be? felix would kill me if it isn’t him. and our first dance… would it be exactly like the way we dance in the kitchen at midnight? ah, sorry, i’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t i?

five. i hope this isn’t just all in my head, that i’m not just making you up. you’re too good to be true sometimes… do i really deserve you?

six. honey? i’m sorry. i should’ve never yelled at you. i know you were coming from a place of concern, and a tiring day is a horrible excuse for my actions. i’m sorry. please sleep well. we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?

seven. you got a haircut yesterday. you didn’t tell anyone, but i noticed. you look very pretty, ah what am i even saying? you always look pretty. everyone adores you, but not as much as i do, kay? i love you.

eight. my arms are always open for you, my love. i will catch you if you fall, even if i have to do it over and over again. just don’t give up.

nine. i feel like i’m losing you. please don’t go anywhere. i— i don’t know what to do without you.

ten. i always thought i was hard to love. thank you for making it seem so easy. i love you. i can’t wait to ask you to marry me tomorrow. ah, let me sleep now so tomorrow comes faster. i hope you say yes.

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jilixthinker · 27 days

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hii 👋🏻 i don't know if this has been written before but i saw it in a comment and wanted to read it for skz.... 👀

🎀you are asking to put a ribbon on his d🎀 aaaand the reactions and maybe the events that follow 🤭🤭

it could be changbin or 3racha or skz all separately, whatever you want 🩷

candy boy

=͟͟͞♡ changbin × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ ribbon challenge

word count: 1.2K

content warning: explicit sexual content, established relationship, sub!changbin, oral sex (m receiving)

a/c: this took forever and i am very sorry! but Binnie was so perfect for this and I just needed to give it a go. hope you’ll forgive me hun ❤️‍🩹

=͟͟͞♡ please consider reblogging if you like my works!

Changbin eyes are pleading, lashes long and pretty against his full cheeks and a tiny tear nestled on the corner of his eyes. He’s been watching you for several minutes now, as you diligently apply some makeup on his face. The blush you did choose for highlighting his features is of a pretty cool shade of pink, and it matches the lipstick that you carefully selected between the ones he picked earlier. It’s a little bit sticky on his lips, and it shines as if it was a layer of caramelized sugar. It surely gonna taste sweet.

“Baby…” he whispers, a small whine escaping from his parted mouth, “how long is it going to take?”

You finish brushing the blush on his cheekbones and pout at him. “Binnie, you promised that you were going to stay still.”

Changbin shifts from his position. He is sitting on a chair, in front of the wall mirror of your bathroom, and he is wearing nothing but a big fluffy sweater. Pink, of course. His plush thighs are parted and the shiny head of his small cock is peaking out from the soft bush of jet black hair just at the end of his happy trail. That is soft as well, you know that. He always use shampoo and conditioner on that as well, and you always spend an insane amount of time caressing and twirling your fingers around his curls. But not today. Today he has to wait.

“Yes, I know – but…” he continues, puffing some air out. The fabric of the sweater accentuates the softness of his chest, and you softly let your hand fall in between his clothed pecs, “it kinda hurts now.”

Your gaze ends up on the soft pudge of his tummy, barely covered by the only piece of clothing he is wearing and you pinch it between your thumb and index, making him shiver. “Does it?” you ask, fake sweetness on your tone. “That’s because you got all hard while I was making you pretty, baby. If it would have stayed soft, it wouldn’t hurt for sure”.

Changbin sighs and his cock twitches in between his legs. “I tried,” he insists, “but you keep touching me, it’s not my fault.”

That’s not completely untrue. You have been teasing him for the last 30 minutes. Your thighs purposely brushing against his bare skin and hands wandering on his chest and shoulders, lightly grazing at his nipples from above the fabric. He’s been waiting for you to finish his makeup, as you asked, but he got hard, that was almost inevitable.

But he was the one asking for this in the first place. You were peacefully testing some new products that you’ve been wanting to try for a long time, and he interrupted you by showing you a tiktok video of some guy doing something called “ribbon challenge”, demanding your attention and pleading you until you finally gave up.

And now there he is, flushed and aroused, pretty makeup applied on his round and soft face, and a small tight ribbon tied at the base of his chubby tiny cock.

The ribbon is pink – as his sweater and as his face – and the tie is constricting his length at the limits of decency. If he just had stayed soft, it wouldn’t hurt. But you did nothing to make him stay soft.

“And what do I have to do about it?” you ask. Your lips find their way to the soft spot behind his ear and you place a humid kiss there.

Changbin hiccups and a pleading whine leaves his lips once again. His cock is bobbed against the fat of his inner thigh and the curls above it curls are glistening with a few drops of white precum. The ribbon stands cutely just an inch below that, the pink color in contrast with the redness of his length. The tip leaks just a pearl of dense liquid from the slit and Changbin eyes run to yours.

“I’ve been good. Please. Please, I’ve been good. Am I not pretty?” he asks as his cock tries to gain some friction by closing his legs a little. Your own knee quickly stops the movement, slotting in between his sturdy thighs.

“You are so pretty, Binnie. The prettiest,” you concede, pressing another languid kiss on the corner of his sticky lips. “I was just teasing you. What do you want, baby? You want my lips?”

Changbin almost mewls at your question and he nods furiously, making you chuckle. “Yes, please. Please, your mouth. Need s’ much, Binnie needs it.”

His cockhead bumps again his belly as you shift from your position to kneel down on the floor. The slap on the skin is lewd and wet, and it draws a thin stripe of precum on his bellybutton. Changbin soft grunts are delicious and you always try to elongate this moment more than you can just to feel him becoming restless under your touch. But today you played with him enough, and you decide to give him what he’s asking for as you lower you face, filling your lungs with his strawberry scent and finally mouthing at his shaft before grabbing the base of his cock with two of your fingers.

Changbin hisses what sounds like a curse, and you cup his balls with your other hand, suckling just at the gummy tip and swirling your tongue around it. “Like this, baby? My sweet candy boy wants me to eat him up like this?” you breathe, giving another kitten lick on the underside of the puffy head.

Changbin gulps again. “Yes. Oh god, please, yes. Thank you, thank you.” he pants out, teeth biting the fat of his bottom lip.

You smile mischievously as you grip his length, slapping his cockhead against your tongue. You do it a few times until Changbin is a shivering mess above you, and a spurt of white liquid shoots out of him. You use your thumb to spread it on your lips, mimicking the way you applied the clear lipstick on him.

“Baby, ah– please,” he keens as you slap his cock on your wet muscle a few more times before his hips buck forward and you curl your fingers around the base of his length once again. He lets out a shuddering breath, and with a quick movement you sink your head down to engulf the entirety of him.

When you feel him twitching against the roof of your mouth, you detach from his cock with a pop, hand lazily cupping one of his balls and rolling it on your palm. “Binnie, baby,” you coo, “I want to have fun too.”

Changbin pants heavily and hisses a painful whine at the loss of your heath. His cute face is flushed with a thin layer of sweat and the lipgloss is imperceptibly smudged on the corner of his lips. “W-what do you mean?”

You smile, and you nose at his tummy, biting it softly. “I mean…” you puff as you start a slow rhythm of stroking his aching girth, “that it would be so nice if you could pop that little ribbon with this cute little cock of yours. What do you think about that, baby? Can you get hard enough?”

Changbin eyes are glassy and teary, but he nods nonetheless. “I can. Binnie can.” he mutters in between his teeth, cock already engorged and impossibly red under your lustful gaze. “Binnie can make it,” he assures you with devotion. “Can make it pop.”

©️ jilixthinker, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or republish my works anywhere.

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baby-yongbok · 2 months

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Stretch

Seo Changbin x afab!Reader

✧Genre: Smut ✧Warnings: Unprotected piv (Wrap that shit before you tap that shit)

✧ Masterlist ✧

Changbin who convinced you to work out with him in the home gym that he's set up for the days that he's feeling a little lazy and doesn't want to go out

Changbin who whines at you when you jump right into the hard-core stuff without stretching "Ah, no no you gotta stretch first, jagi."

Changbin who argues back and forth with you even though you're clearly teasing him. "But I don't wanna stretch," you pout. "You'll get hurt if you don't. " He retorts, scrunching his face at you as you shake your head in defiance.

Changbin who gets annoyed by that bratty smile on your face. You don't wanna stretch? Fine.

Changbin who decided that if you won't do it yourself, he'll just have to help you. He grabs you by the waist, smashing his lips to yours and catching you by surprise. "I'll stretch you out then. I bet you won't mind that, will you?"

Changbin who can't help the cocky grin that sneaks onto his lips while he pins your knees to the sides of your head. "You feel the stretch, baby?" You whine as he fucks you so slowly that it has your head spinning. You plead for more, but all he does is tease you. "More? Did you earn that, bunny?"

Changbin who picks up the pace. Settling into a punishing speed. His gaze switches focus between your cunt swallowing him so perfectly and your pretty fucked out face. "What happened to that attitude, baby?" Changbin who makes you cum twice before he pulls out and finishes on your stomach. "What are you gonna do next time?" He asks, holding your chin between his fingers. "Stretch." You answer breathlessly, and Binnie smiles. "That's my girl."

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saturnnelahy · 2 months

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𝑺𝒌𝒛!𝑩𝑭𝑭 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (Hyung line)

Part 2: Maknae line

「 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 」

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sunboki · 26 days

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🛒 SKZ TEXTS — “there’s a man in my bed”

including. ot8<3

warnings. threats?

notes. it’s been too long since i did a text headcanon, enjoy!!

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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hyunniesgirl · 2 months

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Stupid in love

Pairing: Seo Changbin x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: less than a month into the wedding, you get into a big fight with Changbin. When you think he's going to call it quits, he makes sure to show you that you're very much wrong.

Requested: yes

Warnings: a bit suggestive

All my works are for +18 audiences, minors do NOT interact!!

You park in front of your house, the lights are on, your fiance is home. He's home and he stood you up. You're mad but mostly you're sad, you're overwhelmed and so tired, exhausted, actually.

You enter the house, hearing sounds in the kitchen, you don't even want to look at him right now. You want to yell at him, argue but you don't even have the energy to do that, so you just take your shoes off, leaving your coat hanging by the door and walking silently to the stairs so you can go to your room, wash up and just sleep until morning comes and you can pretend this day never happened.

“You're home?” You hear Changbin's voice as soon as you go up the first step to the second floor.

“Yes”, you say, continuing to go up.

You hear his footsteps coming after you, but you don't stop, you want to close the door right on his face.

“I ordered food”, he says again, confused as to why you didn't kiss him when you arrived or why you're not looking at him.

“I'm not hungry”, you say simply, stopping in front of the mirror to take your jewelry off. You give up on the idea of closing the door on his face, you don't want to hurt him even though you're furious. You take off your earrings, watching him through the reflection of the mirror. He's looking at you with a frown on his face, trying to figure out why you're angry, he's sure he didn't do anything this time.

“Are you mad?” He asks, naively.

“What do you think?” You ask back, glaring at his reflection.

“I think you are”, he pouts.

“Then you already have your answer”, you say, finishing taking the bracelets and rings off your fingers.

You turn around, walking past him and going to the bathroom to wash up, hearing his footsteps after you again. You sigh, why won't he leave you alone?

“I'm not sure what I did wrong this time”, Changbin clarifies, trying to make you tell him what's wrong.

You laugh, looking to the ceiling and trying to calm down. Turning to look at him and leaning on the bathroom counter, looking at your fiance with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“I really don't know if I should feel less angry that you genuinely forgot about our cake tasting today and not just chose to ignore what I've been planning for months”, you say through gritted teeth, watching the panic form on the face of the man in front of you.

“I-it was today?” He stutters, patting his pants to find his phone and check on his agenda just to find the event he had scheduled on his calendar to be exactly today. “I didn't mean it”, he says, running his hand through his hair. “I had so many meetings today, I just got home”, he explains.

“I guess your work will always be your top priority”, you scoff, feeling tears starting to brim on your eyes.

“Don't be like that”, Changbin sighs, “you know you are my top priority but I'm not just an employee, I'm the CEO”, he pleads, you know that and you're so tired of that.

“I'm well aware of your position in the company”, you laugh, rolling your eyes. “That’s why I never say anything when you come home late or when I'm all ready for a date and you have to reschedule it because something came up”, you sigh, “I only asked this one thing of you: that you show up when we have something related to the wedding but you couldn't even do that for me”, you cry out, feeling the tears running out of your eyes.

“You're talking like I did this on purpose”, he murmurs, hurt showing in his eyes.

“I'm not saying this to make you feel guilty”, you run your hands through your hair, “you don't know how humiliating it was to wait for you there for three hours, Ryujin and my mom told me to reschedule but I told them that you were going to show up”, you take a deep breath, “jokes on me, I guess I'm the only one who cares about this fucking wedding”

“You're not the only one who cares”. He says with his voice a pitch higher, it happens when he gets nervous. “I'm trying to clean my schedule so we can go on our honeymoon without me having to worry about work. I have so many meetings every day and I have to pass all the work to my secretary so nothing goes wrong while I'm away”

“Maybe we shouldn't be doing this”, you whisper, putting your hands on your sides and squeezing the fabric of your shirt.

“Are you being for real?” He asks, incredulous, anger and resentment flooding his mind.

You regretted saying it the moment the sentence left your mouth, but unfortunately you can't unsay something, all the more something so hurtful as that.

“I-” you step closer to him, but Changbin steps back, shaking his head.

“I need to think”, he turns to the door, walking away and leaving you behind.

You're such an idiot, how could you say that to him? It doesn't matter how angry you are, there's no excuse to hurt someone you love like that. You feel the tears falling down your eyes while your knees give in and you fall on the floor, crying your eyes out. Did you ruin everything? Is he going to call off the wedding? Is he sick of you now?

Hours go by, you walk back and forth in the house, waiting for his car to park in front of the house but it doesn't come, he doesn't show up. Did he leave you? You should expect that much after what you said.

You lie down on your bed, hugging his pillow, feeling his scent and crying until the exhaustion from the day makes you fall asleep.

You're awake with rustling in the room, you open your eyes widely, seeing Changbin packing. Oh, he's leaving you already? Without even trying to talk?

You feel your tears showing up again and a sob escapes your lips, being followed by more sobs and wailing, making the man turn around to look at you scared.

“Hey, what's wrong?” He runs to you, jumping on the bed by your side and hugging your body, squeezing your cheek on his chest while he caresses your hair. “Did you have a nightmare?” He asks, worried and you shake your head.

“You shouldn't be nice if you're going to dump me”, you cry more, sobbing in his arms.

“Excuse me?” He holds you by the shoulders, pushing you away so he can look at your red and puffy face. “What are you talking about?”

“You're packing because you're calling off the wedding, right?” You point to the bags, “you hate me now, I know you do”, you cry more, burying your face on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.

“Bunny, look at me”, he repeats his action from before, pushing you so he can look at your eyes. “Why would I leave my beautiful and kind fiance?” He asks, smiling gently at you.

“Because I was mean, I didn't really mean that we shouldn't get married, I really want to marry you”, you start mumbling, making him chuckle.

“That's great, because I still really want to marry you too”, he clarifies, coming closer and kissing your forehead. “I was packing because I'll be kidnapping you today”, he smirks, watching your eyes glow with expectation.

“Where are we going?” You ask him but he shakes his head.

“It's not a kidnapping if you know where I'm taking you”, he looks at the watch on his wrist, “you have exactly ten minutes to get ready, if I come back here and you're not done I'll take you with me anyway”, he informs you.

“Binnie!”, you pout, “I can't even take a shower in ten minutes”

“Too bad for you then, you better get to work. Tik tok”, he jokes, making you huff, jumping from the bed and running to the bathroom.

You take the quickest shower you have ever took, hurrying to the bathroom counter to brush your teeth with one hand while brushing your hair with the other, thinking about what you're going to wear. You're sure this is his revenge, he's torturing you because you were mean to him.

You figure you still have two minutes before he shows up, so you put on jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

“Times up”, Changbin's head pops on the door, a smug smile on his lips.

“I didn't even put any makeup on”, you plead, looking at the things you need right in front of you.

“Nope, don't even think about it”, he walks up to you, chuckling when you pout. You're ready to fight him on that, when he grabs you by the hips, throwing you on his shoulder.

“Binnie! What are you doing?” You kick and wiggle trying to make him release you.

“It's not a kidnapping if you go with me willingly”, he points out, making you laugh, he's unbelievable. This man is insane.

“I can't believe you”, you sigh when he drops you on the passenger's seat of his car, fastening your seatbelt. You watch as he walks around the front of the car and gets in the car. While you watch him turning on the engine and starting to drive, you wanna cry again. You just love him too much.

“I'm sorry about yesterday”, you bite on your bottom lip, “I was really exhausted and angry but that's not an excuse to say those things to you”

Changbin nods, stopping at a red light and looking at you.

“Let's just say we are even now”, he grins, grabbing your hand and giving you a quick peck on the lips.

When you arrive at the airport, he tells you to cover your eyes the whole time until you get into the plane, making sure you have no idea where you're going. When you finally see Jeju island through the plane's window, you look at him excitedly, just to find the man taking a nap. He must have stayed awake all night long, making this trip happen. You watch as his chest rises and falls, slowly, his dark hair covering his eyes.

You really don't know what you would do if he really had called the wedding off, maybe you would have begged but something you're sure is that you wouldn't be able to let him go.

As soon as the plane lands, you wake him up, shaking him a bit. His eyes flutter open and he smiles at you, brushing his fingers on his eyes to help him wake up.

“Shall we?” He offers his hand to you, seeing you nod and take his hand. Changbin stands up, pulling you with him, walking behind the people getting out of the plane.

You feel like the sun shines brighter in Jeju, the weather is warm and nice, like the perfect day for a trip. After renting a car, you two drive to the hotel, Changbin has everything ready with a suite already reserved for you.

You're a bit tired, after barely sleeping at night you are a bit sleepy but you won't go to sleep, you want to enjoy every minute you can with your man.

“I'm going to take a shower and later we can go to the beach”, you tell him, stepping closer to wrap your arms around his waist and to give him a peck on the lips.

“Should I let you, though?” He wraps his arms around you, “maybe I should keep you stuck in bed with me, paying for being so mean to me”, he smirks.

“You know damn well that that wouldn't be a punishment”, you step away, pushing him a bit.

“But I deserve compensation”, Changbin points out. “Don't I?” He grins, making you sigh.

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Enough for you to be able to touch his lips with yours, feeling his hot breath mixing with yours, his scent is just intoxicating you feel like you can go insane at any moment.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you against him, seizing the opportunity and pushing you against the wall. You sigh when he pulls away from you, landing kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking on your soft skin.

“Stop right there mister”, you come to your senses, pushing him away, making him whine. “Did you bring me here just to have sex?” You squeeze your eyes, judging him.

“No, I just can't resist you”, he pouts, giving in. “You can take your shower, I'll wait”

He gives you a quick kiss and turns around, walking to the bed and sitting on the edge, sighing dramatically.

You try to walk normally, but your legs are about to give in. Changbin mustn't know the power he has over you, you'll be done for if he ever finds out.

You two walk by the beach, watching the sunset. He holds your hand with both of his, caressing yours dearly while watching you.

“You know, I love you”, he says out of nowhere, making you turn to look at him. You blush, as if you have never heard that before.

“I love you too”, you answer.

“I don't think you understand the depth of my love for you, though”, he clarifies. “The fact that you thought I was going to call everything off because of a fight shows that you're not aware of the hold you have on me”, the man steps closer, lifting one of his hands to your face and caressing your cheek. “Y/N, I love you when you're kinda, I love you when you're smart and I love you when you're funny, but I also love you when you're angry, I love you when you are upset and I love you when you're sad. I love you every hour, every minute and every second of the day and unless you dump me, I won't let you go so easily.” He smiles, chuckling to your eyes brimming with tears, you're such a cry baby.

“I'm not a lyricist like you, so I'm not as good with expressing myself”, you tell him, wiping your eyes, “but I love you so much, you have no idea how much I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I promise I'll prove my love to you everyday”, you smile, giving him a quick kiss. “I don't want to wait three weeks to be your wife”

“Then, let's not wait”, Changbin suggests, kissing the back of your hand. He chuckles seeing the confusion on your face. “Let's get married today, no guests, no fancy party, just you and me and probably two strangers to be our witnesses”

“What are you talking about?” You ask, confused but you can't help the smile that grows on your lips.

“Let's register our marriage right now, we can do the big party later as we planned but right now we can do it just you and me, what do you think?” He asks, hopeful. You give him the biggest smile, throwing your arms around his neck and in a second his arms are wrapped around your waist, spinning with you, making you giggle excitedly.

You and Changbin run to the city, buying him a suit and a white sundress for you. Outside of the register office, you find two people nice enough to agree on witnessing your wedding. Your fiance prepared two rings made of flowers that would probably not last more than a day, but the important thing isn't anything like that. The most important thing is the spark in his eyes when he's looking at you, while waiting to sign the papers. The most important thing is how he presses his lips on your knuckles after putting on the flower ring on your finger. The most important thing is that you're husband and wife now. And that you'll never ever let go of each other.

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linopls · 6 months

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kinktober day thirteen

size kink changbin x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected shower sex, semi-public sex 0.3k words

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” changbin moans into your ear.

when you agreed to have your friend changbin as your personal trainer, you didn’t expect each of your sessions would end with your body pressed to the cold, tile walls of the gym showers.

all you can do is moan out in response. you’ve never felt so full and satisfied in your life.

changbin has your face pressed against the shower wall with one of his muscular arms wrapped around your center and the other holding your leg up by the knee.

“y-you’re so strong and big, binnie,” you whimper. you reach one of your arms back to grab onto his defined biceps.

“fuck,” changbin grunts, his voice sending goosebumps down your spine. he moves his hand from around your center down to your sensitive clit and rubs circles on the bud.

you cry out at the overwhelming pleasure. “your cock is so big, binnie. feels so good!” you whine.

“your pussy is so tight, baby doll.” changbin’s hip thrust into yours even harder if it was possible.

you arch your back, trying to push yourself further into changbin’s body. you lay your head on his broad shoulder and can see the handsome boy out of the corner of your eye. seeing his fucked out expression, you feel yourself coming closer and closer to your release and changbin must feel it too.

“gonna cum around my big cock, hm?” he asks, licking and sucking bruises onto your neck.

you nod and changbin quickens his pace on your clit. before you know it, you’re begging changbin to let you cum and you’re seeing white and creaming all over his thick member. changbin is soon to follow, filling your pussy with his own sweet release.

changbin pulls back and crouches down to be face-to-face with your ass. he spreads your legs with his large hands.

“wow,” he moans, watching his cum drip down your legs. “i could watch my cum drip from your stretched pussy all day.”

CHANGBIN MUSCLES <3

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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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no nut november — changbin (loser #4)

pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader

tags: no nut november mini series, situationship, ot8 inclusive, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, angsty, periods, mentions of nausea and sick but not actually being sick, reader has bad cramps and pms, messing around over clothes, smut!!, multiple orgasms

inspo: the need to be taken care of by a softie :(

notes: i wrote this while watching mama so im not sure about this one but let me know what you think <3

banner by @sluttywonwoo

{ wc: 3566 }

The last thing you needed between your busy schedule and your mum pressuring you to make time for a family meal was for your period to come as well.

You were jumping between one thing to another, you couldn’t even remember the last time you ate or drank water, but you had to keep going and making sure you met all your deadlines.

You were impatient with your mother when she called to check if you were coming over for the weekend like she wanted and you didn’t even answer Changbin when he asked you if you wanted to hang out tonight.

But all that had to come to a stop when your cramps told you to stop moving and rest.

You couldn’t do anything but cry.

There was so much to do, so much to get done, so many people waiting on you, but the pain was too much to try and push through.

Your roommate made sure you had a bit of food before she gave you some painkillers and instructed you to just lay down with a hot water bottle.

“Tell me if you need anything,” she said with a stroke of your back.

“I need to barf,” you groaned at the nausea settled in your stomach.

“Okay,” she said calmly, already used to taking care of you when you were unwell like this. She found your little bin and put it by the bed in case you did need to be sick.

She left you to it, letting you fall asleep as your comfort show played in the background.

Changbin called you twice before he started his workout session—but you didn’t answer. He knew you were busy with your schedule so he didn’t take it to heart, but still, he couldn’t help but notice the pair of you had been spending less time together.

And he knew why that was.

At the end of the day, what the pair of you had was a situationship and nothing more. Although Changbin knew he could say something to change it—finally have a serious conversation about feelings—he was too scared.

And meeting up with your situationship to hang out without having sex was… weird.

So by the time Hyunjin told everyone he lost, Changbin realised he hadn’t actually made plans to see you since the month started.

He used all his spare energy at the gym, his trainer impressed by his new found motivation. But truthfully, it was the only thing that stopped Changbin from feeling an urge to touch himself.

Of course, it helped not seeing you, but he knew he was being a shitty not-exactly-boyfriend to you.

So when he was done with his workout and his shower he called you again.

you: stop calling

A text from you came through a few moments after, Changbin’s eyebrows raising as his heart dropped. What did he do?

binnie: are you okay?

you: no i’m sick and i’m trying to sleep

binnie: do you need me to come over and take care of you?

you: do whatever you want i don’t care

Luckily, Changbin has a sister—and so he’s almost fluent in Girl. That text meant you definitely wanted him to come over and take care of you. He texted your roommate, who was his childhood friend—she introduced you two in the first place, and asked her what was wrong with you.

Oh.

Now it made even more sense.

Changbin made a stop at the store first, grabbing your favourite meal and drink and even some pads he recognised and made his way over to your flat.

Your roommate let Changbin in with a roll of her eyes.

“She’s not easy on her period,” she said, “you’ve never seen her like this.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Changbin tsked. He’s sure he can handle you in any situation.

“And she’s mad at you,” she pointed out.

That made Changbin’s confidence fade slightly.

“Uh, what? Why?”

“Something about how you only want her for sex,” she raised her eyebrows.

“That is completely not true! You know how crazy I am about her,” he had to whisper the last part.

“Changbin, as someone who’s been your best friend since we were babies I think I can say you’re being a coward.”

“You and Chan are ganging up on me now?” Changbin moved past her, letting himself into the kitchen to prepare your food for you.

“Chan and I are concerned,” she crossed her hands over her chest.

“Oh, so it’s concern now,” he mumbled.

“You’re gonna lose her if you don’t grow up and do something.”

Changbin turned to her with a raise of his eyebrows. “Are you on your period, too?”

“Yes,” she shrugged, “we sync up. It’s normal.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go feed her but tell me if you need something too,” Changbin said simply, grabbing the food and drink he got you and taking it towards your room.

He knocked slowly on your door.

“Fuck off, Unnie!”

“You’ve never called me Unnie before,” he smirked as he said back.

“Binnie?”

“Yeah, can I come in?”

“No,” you whined.

“I have food.”

A pause.

“Okay.”

Slowly, Changbin opened the door and slid into your room.

You looked like you were in pain, curled up into a ball with a fluffy water bottle pressed to your lower stomach.

“Hey,” he sat down at the edge of your bed, putting the food down on your bedside table.

You didn’t say anything or even move.

“Come on, let’s get up and eat something.”

“No,” you whined.

“You’re not hungry?”

“I’m not having sex with you,” you mumbled.

Changbin laughed. “I’m not having sex with you either, I still have that bet.”

“Yeah,” you sat up quickly, throwing Changbin off guard, “that bet that made you stop talking to me.”

“We talked on the phone last week,” he pointed out.

“But you never wanna see me now.”

“I’m literally right in front of you,” Changbin said simply.

“Yeah, and you should leave,” you said, just as simply.

“After you eat,” he nodded.

You rolled your eyes at him before grabbing the plate and devouring the food. Changbin let you eat quietly, not saying a word as you finished everything and handed him the plate back.

“Good job,” he praised. “When did you last take some meds?”

“Four hours ago,”

Changbin grabbed the medication bottle and handed you two pills with your favourite drink. You swallowed them easily and handed the bottle back to him.

“Now I can go,” he said, satisfied that you were taken care of now. If you wanted space he’d go, he just needed to see you eat.

“Okay, you can go,” you nodded.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him into the middle of your bed.

Changbin just looked at you as you moved him around, spreading his thighs and opening his arms wide. You slotted yourself in the space you created between his legs, then you wrapped his strong arms around you and brought his palms to your stomach.

He heard you sigh in relief, your head falling onto his shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Feel better like this?” He asked softly, kissing your temple.

“Yes,” you sighed softly, relaxing at the warmth Changbin’s body was offering you.

“Why didn’t you say you needed cuddles then?”

“Because I’m mad at you,” you said, far too relaxed to make it sound at all menacing.

“And why’s that?” Changbin kissed your hair.

“All you do now is go to the gym.”

“That’s all I did before, too.”

“But now you’re ignoring me,” you said, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

Changbin let you say it, he knew it wasn’t at all unfounded, but he kissed your cheek anyway.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you enough attention,” he said lowly.

“It’s okay, it’s not like you owe me anything,” you dismissed, moving away from his arms now.

Changbin whined, pulling you in closer.

“Come on,” Changbin sighed, “now I’m here so tell me everything.”

“I’m in so much pain,” you whined, “and my mum is on my case, and all these stupid deadlines, and I’m so horny, and I’m so hungry, and I wanna punch someone and my boss and—“

“—okay,” Changbin said, kissing your hair again. “The meds will start working soon. And we can call your mum and tell her you just need to rest. And the deadlines will wait until you’re feeling better. And I can get more food. And I can make you cum. And we can go find a punching bag and I’ll teach you how to box. Anything else?”

You turned around, your eyes wide.

“What?” Changbin chuckled at your expression.

“I’m being an unreasonable baby,” you said slowly.

“No,” he shook his head, “you’re in pain and stressed and uncomfortable.”

You wrapped an arm around Changbin, resting your head on his wide shoulder.

“You should be yelling at me,” you sighed.

“Only if it would turn you on,” he joked.

“Bin, I’m serious,” you said quietly. “I never wanted you to see me like this, I’m awful.”

“How are we gonna just not see each other three days a month? That’s not gonna work,” he shook his head.

“It worked so far,” you said.

“Wouldn’t work long term,” he tsked.

You ignored the way your stomach dropped at those words. There were too many things going on in your brain, too much to actually think about the fact Changbin might actually be considering taking the next step with you. You didn’t know why you two were still not official, still in the in between phase, but you liked Changbin so much you didn’t want to bring it up.

It was only now, with your brain marinated in hormones, that it bothered you as much as it did.

“So which one first? More food?”

Changbin went to get you another helping of food, making sure to find some chocolate too, and after you ate more he wrapped his arms around you again as you two watched an episode of your favourite show.

“I wanna sleep now,” you mumbled, and Changbin nodded slowly and he moved away from you.

“No,” you whined, “wanna sleep in your arms.”

Changbin smiled at your tone, his heart melting at how much you still wanted him next to you. It gave him small flutters he tried so hard to ignore.

November 15th

It was after midnight when you woke up, still wrapped in Changbin’s arms. You were sticky and you felt gross and so you went to have a quick shower, leaving a soft and beautiful Changbin in your bed.

When you came back, hair still dripping, Changbin was on his phone waiting for you.

He had his head propped up on his hand, his bicep sitting proudly next to him. His shirt was riding up slightly from the position, and all you could notice was the semi in his pants.

“Feeling better?” He asked with a soft smile.

“Yeah, uh, you can leave now if you want,” you said slowly, sitting back on the bed with your back to him.

Changbin sat up, kissing your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” you stuttered.

A lot was wrong. You were horny and you were still so angry at virtually nothing and all you wanted was some relief. It didn’t help that Changbin looked the way he did, that all you wanted was to jump his bones as he laid so casually on your bed.

How could you accuse Changbin of only wanting you for sex when you were now drooling over him, squeezing your thighs together?

Maybe it wasn’t your fault—you couldn’t help the hormones in your body, and ever since your friend pointed out that orgasms helped them with their period, it was a solid part of your routine.

“I just need you to leave so I can cum,” you said in a rush, heat travelling up and down your body, “it helps with cramps.”

“How rude,” he joked, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Not good enough for you anymore?”

“It’s gross,” you said, positive Changbin would be just like the other boys and want nothing to do with you on your period.

“It isn’t that gross, if you want to we can.” Changbin kissed up your shoulder, all the way to your neck, as if he already made up his mind.

You were going to say something else—but you forgot what it was when Changbin grabbed your hips and lifted you up, placing your back on the bed in one swift motion.

“Holy fuck,” you let out, your legs spreading on their own accord.

“I haven’t even started yet,” he smirked at you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pushing him into you as you kissed him hungrily.

After a few moments of kissing, you whined at him, pushing your hips up for more friction.

“Do you want me to take anything off?” He asked softly as his hands trailed up your body.

Instead of answering, you pulled at his shirt—Changbin reacting quickly as he pulled the back of his shirt up and off his head.

You sighed at the sight of him.

Your hands ran from his shoulders to his chest to his stomach to his arms, grabbing at the muscles as he went.

“Not so mad at the gym now, are you?” He smirked at you, his confidence radiating off him as he saw your pupils dilating at his body.

“Shut up,” you groaned, pulling his hips closer to you.

He groaned back, already fully hard. The urge to do thirty push-ups was crawling into Changbin’s brain—but he didn’t care about pushing it away anymore.

He just wanted to focus on you. Losing the bet would be much better than losing you for not giving you the attention you needed from him.

So he grabbed you by your hipbone, pushing you into the mattress as he rolled into you.

“Tell me what you’re comfortable with,” he asked, reaching for the hem of your leggings.

“Over clothes, if it’s okay,” you said, unable to meet his eyes. “And really, if this is weird we don’t have to—“

“—shhh,” Changbin let out, commanding. You swallowed your words and nodded.

He ran his fingers over your clothed pussy, sighing as you arched your back off the bed.

“Just there?” He asked, his voice low and quick.

You nodded. He repeated his actions, finding the right spot and giving it extra attention.

You moaned softly, your hand reaching up to your tits.

“Let me?” He offered, moving your hands to the side. After a small nod, Changbin trailed his hand underneath your shirt, grabbing your tits, finger moving back and forth as he played with your nipples.

Although you were sensitive, Changbin was delicate, never going too hard, never crossing the line between pleasure and pain.

You felt yourself relaxing, your jaw hanging open as the moans kept leaving your mouth.

“Binnie,” you let out softly. Changbin raised his eyes towards you, looking at you in wait.

“I’m close.”

So Changbin pressed harder on your clit, moved his fingers faster, and looked in awe as you started shaking in place—a high pitched moan leaving you as you came.

You breathed in deeply, relaxing into the rush that took over your body.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him right on top of you.

“Thank you,” you said softly, kissing his lips. Changbin kissed you just as softly, still moving his hips against you.

“Again?” He asked, knowing you usually liked two or three together. You nodded sheepishly, but when Changbin smiled at you softly you didn’t feel too embarrassed.

He made you cum again and again, and then a fourth time—only using his fingers over your leggings like you asked.

“Okay, I think I’m done,” you heaved, pulling him into another kiss.

He kissed back, his tongue against yours. He kissed you in a way he never did before—grabbing your neck and keeping you closer to him, even when you tried to pull away for air.

“Can I always take care of you?” He said softly against your skin, moving to kiss your cheeks instead.

“Sure, Binnie,” you giggled, feeling him wrap his arms around you as he squeezed your body against his.

He moved around the bed, getting on his back and pulling you onto his lap.

The pair of you kept kissing for a few more minutes, or maybe hours, Changbin stopping every now and again just to look at you. The pair of you would burst into giggles after a few moments before getting back to the important task of just kissing each other.

“Feel better?” He asked, his voice hoarse from the late hour. You nodded.

“So much better. I got my protector with me,” you said, wrapping his arms around you. The pair of you always joked about how Changbin looks like a bodyguard, but you never used possession when speaking about him.

Changbin didn’t comment on it, instead nodding with a satisfied grin.

The pair of you fell asleep a while later, just as the sun came up through the clouds.

When you woke up, Changbin was running his hands up and down your arm, kissing your shoulders softly.

“Morning, Bin,” you mumbled softly.

“I should sleep over more,” he mused, wrapping an arm around your waist. “It’s cool waking up next to you.”

You turned around, smiling at him. “Yeah, it’s really nice.”

“I’m gonna go to the gym,” he said, chuckling slightly as you groaned at his words, “and when I come back I can take care of you more.”

“Can I come with you?” You asked, remembering the article you read about how exercise helps with period cramps. It felt like utter bullshit, and you never had the right motivation to go during those times, but Changbin felt like the best motivation.

He agreed.

The next three days passed in a similar routine. Changbin helped you work out, and then he fed you, and later at night he’d make you cum until the cramps stopped. He never complained or asked you to help him out–he only cared about taking care of you.

“Changbin!” Your roommate groaned as she walked into the living room, “why are you still here?”

“Unnie, be nice!” You tried.

Changbin just laughed as he kept scrolling through the different movies the pair of you could watch.

“I will have to be reporting the noises I heard last night,” she teased, grabbing something to drink from the fridge.

“What noises?” You asked through a blush.

“I mean, I don’t mind. My noise cancelling headphones are a godsend,” she rolled her eyes, “but at this point Changbin has to be cheating.”

“Cheating?”

“Yah! How is she not meant to misunderstand that?” Changbin yelled at your roommate. “I think she just means the bet,” he explained quickly to you.

“The bet?” You blinked twice. And then you remembered.

Of course, the bet. The bet that made Changbin ignore you completely.

He’s spent the past three days with you—making you cum about a dozen times so far–was the bet even a problem for him anymore?

You wrapped your arm around Changbin’s bicep, leaning into his chest as you told him to just pick a movie already.

When the pair of you got ready for bed that night, you brought up the subject again.

“You know, if we can keep going like this I’m sure we can win that bet,” you said with a small smile.

“Oh, I lost it already,” he shrugged simply.

“What? When?”

“The first night I stayed over,” he picked up the new toothbrush you gave him three days ago, it was pink and was now designated as his. “I woke up and I must’ve just lost in my sleep somehow.”

“You didn’t say anything though,” you said, eyebrows scrunched together.

“I thought you feeling unwell was more important than me complaining I came in my sleep,” he chuckled dryly, brushing his teeth instead.

When he was done he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixated on the mattress instead of you.

“Anyway, I wanted to ask,” he began, coughing slowly, “can I be your boyfriend?”

“Please tell me you didn’t just use song lyrics on me,” you shudder visibly.

Changbin smiles sheepishly. He didn’t even realise he did that—he was so nervous to even ask it, he just said the first thing that came into his head.

Fuck.

He blew it, didn’t he?

“Oh, well, I mean, I didn’t have to say that, I guess–no, yeah, I guess we can just stay as we are then? Yeah, um, maybe I should–”

“--Binnie,” you sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you, fear across his mesmerising eyes, and waited for you to keep speaking. “Yeah, you can be. Can I be your girlfriend?”

Changbin grinned at that, his eyes bright and wide as he nodded quickly. “Of course you can.”

You cuddled into him as the pair of you climbed under the covers, Changbin promising to fuck his girlfriend as soon as you wanted him too.

You just needed your period to end already.

When Changbin got back to the dorm, the boys were eating Minho’s food happily—talking about their plans over the New Year.

“Where have you been?” Hyunjin asked with a raised brow.

“At Y/N’s,” he shrugged, “or should I say–my girlfriend’s.”

He smirked proudly, his smile unstoppable on his face, and his friends cheered loudly at the news.

“Finally!” Chan smiled, patting Changbin on the back twice.

The boy sat down, Minho quickly filling his plate with food.

“So, I’m guessing a celebratory nut was involved?” Jisung asked. Everyone groaned in response.

“That’s disgusting,” Changbin said after he took a bite of his food. “I mean Jisung! Not the food!”

Minho took back his menacing look, instead agreeing with the judgement passed on the younger member.

“But yes. I’m out.”

“Four down, four to go,” Minho smirked.

A few days later Changbin got a call from his girlfriend, telling him it was date night. Your first date night as a couple. And as much as Changbin hated to admit it to Jisung, it definitely did end with a celebratory nut.

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tasteracha · 11 months

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test me

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fingering, slight degradation, strength kink

synopsis: you and changbin get into a playful argument… (thank u @woahfruity for the idea and for reading it before i posted <3)

it starts with a normal movie night, when the on-screen female lead is swooning over a muscular man like she isn’t capable of doing of doing things herself. you say as much to him, sitting indignant with your arms crossed.

“men are just stronger than women, it’s biological,” he says, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. he said it so nonchalantly, like he didn’t know you would immediately take offense to it.

he did know, though. that motherfucker.

“oh yeah?” you drop to your knees in front of the living room table, positioning your elbow on it with your hand raised. “prove it.”

“you think you can beat me?” he asks, one eyebrow arched in a perfect curve as he looks at you. “in an arm wrestle?”

“only one way to find out,” you throw back, wiggling your fingers at him, your arm not moving from its position. he looks at your for a moment before sliding off the couch to sit in front of you, the table between you. he mirrors your position, sliding his hand into yours and gripping it tight.

his hand is so warm, fingers strong around your palm and you have to hold back a shiver. not the time to be thirsting after your best friend.

of course, he bears you almost immediately. and again, when you ask for a rematch. and again. and again.

until you’re so frustrated that you half-crawl on just youe knees around the table to push at him or swat his arm with the back of your hand or just do something to show him that you’re not happy with the outcome of this competition.

or you would have, if you didn’t lose your balance at the last second and fall face-first into him, sending you both to the floor.

you land on top of him, his balance being broken by your weight, your face ending up centimeters from his. you’re close enough for your breaths to mingle against each others. your hands are bracketed on his upper arms, the muscles bulging as he supports your weight from the grip he has on your waist.

his eyes flicker down to your mouth and back up to meet your gaze, and your lips part just as he leans in with his own. the thought that of my god, this is my best friend doesn't cross your mind for more than a second. it’s the first time you’ve kissed, other than on the cheek or on his forehead when he’s been particularly grumpy or frustrated.

his lips feel like cushions under yours, sliding lazily together as you close your eyes and let out a sigh into his mouth. he takes the opportunity to lick into your own, a quick swipe of his tongue that would have had your legs weak if you were standing. your fingers grip his biceps harder when he pulls back, just enough to look into your eyes.

“can i?” he says, an unfinished question made complete when he slides his hands up and down the skin of your waist under your shirt.

“yes,” you breath out, dropping your forehead against his. “do you know how hot you are? i’d be crazy to say no.”

you’re past the point of caring about how desperate you might sound; every inch of your body is touching his already, and you can tell how he’s affected by you too, you can feel it against your upper thigh.

“so you only want me for my pretty face?” he teases, moving to press his lips to yours once, twice, before pulling back again.

“shut up and kiss me properly,” you roll your eyes, grinding your hips down against his as you capture his lips once more, biting down gently on his bottom lip. if he’s not going to give you what you want, you’ll just take it yourself.

his hand slipped inside of the waistband of your sweatpants, fingers dancing over your clothed pussy and he lets out a sharp breath through his teeth when he realizes you’re already wet. he slides the fabric over, letting his fingers dip into your slick folds and you shudder, leaning your weight further into him as you continue to make out.

he circles around your clit with two of his fingers, flirting around the sensitive bundle of nerves without touching it directly. it was too much and not enough at the same time.

“please,” you bite out, grinding down onto his hand, reaching for the stimulation your body was craving. his lips are red and wet, and the sight of him like that because of you makes you even more desperate.

“i’ll give you anything,” he whispers, almost reverent as he slips his other hand into your shirt to play with your breast, fingers gently pinching at your nipple. “you just have to ask.”

the embarrassment floods you as think about the words that want to come out of your mouth. fuck me until i can’t breathe, make me come over and over, make me choke on my own tears.

“touch me,” you gasp out instead, your head falling to his shoulder with a thump when he finally moves his fingers to rub at your clit. he’s touching you with just the right amount of pressure, just enough so that the waves of pleasure begin rolling over you like a tsunami.

your nails were digging into his bicep in what had to be a painful way, but he either didn’t care or didn’t bother to say anything about it.

you can feel your orgasm building faster than you want to admit, and you bite down on his shoulder when it finally washes over you. your hips jerk down against his hand as you ride through your high, finally slumping against him when it was over.

his hand leaves your pants and he wipes your slick off on his own, but you don’t have time to scold him for being gross - in a split second you feel weightless and you scramble to wrap your arms and legs around him as he lifts you both up. it shouldn’t be that easy for someone to carry you, but he doesn’t even break a sweat as he walks you to his bedroom and dumps you on his bed.

fuck seo changbin and his insane muscles, really.

“see, i told you,” he says, lifting his shirt up over his head and throwing it onto the floor, followed by his sweatpants and boxers. “i am stronger.”

“you’re so annoying,” you can’t help but laugh, cutting yourself off when you realize that he’s standing completely bare in front of you. he’s beautiful, from the smooth planes of muscle running down his torso to the perfectly curved cock standing proud in front of him.

“you love it,” he says as he climbs onto the bed in front of you, his hands sliding up your legs to the waist of your pants. he tugs then down with your underwear, throwing them where he threw his own clothes.

“fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out as he stares at your glistening pussy, laid bare for him. “you’re fucking perfect.”

you aren’t perfect - you haven’t shaved in a little too long, you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt with stains dotting the hem, but when he says it like that you can almost believe him.

“next time, i’m eating you out until you fall apart on my tongue,” he states, eyes breaking away from your core to look you right in the eyes. his pupils are blown out wide, mouth parted like he’s staring at the last drink of water in a dry desert.

“next time?” you ask, meeting his stare. “what are we doing this time?”

instead of an answer, he climbs over you until his entire body is covering yours, his weight kept off of you from how he’s perched on his forearms.

he lines himself up with your hole, letting your slick coat his cock as he drags it in between your folds. he pushes himself into you slowly, letting you feel the drag of every inch as it enters you. you whine when he bottoms out, feeling more full than you ever have, than you ever could have imagined when you thought about him at night in the company of your own fingers.

“fuck,” you stretch out, your head falling back against the pillows.

“shh,” he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, nuzzling his nose against the skin afterwards. “let me take care of you, baby. you don’t have to worry about anything anymore, okay?”

it’s condescending, the way he’s talking down to you like his cock could fix all of your problems. it’s the exact thing that started this, the man acting like he can fix his girl’s problems just because of his biology - but the words send sparks shooting up your spine anyways. all your thoughts fade away, tucked into the back of your mind, as he starts sliding out only to stuff himself back in, over and over.

“you feel so good,” he breathes out into your skin, a gentle promise branding you in invisible ink. you’re making him feel good, too. “so good around me, like you were made just for me.”

“yes,” your voice is strung out, the word stretched out into more syllables than it needed to be.

“yeah?” he says, his hips moving faster as if spurred on by your one word of agreement. “this is mine?”

his hand moves to circle your clit again and you clench around him, overstimulated in the best possible way. your legs press together, moving like they had a mind of their own, but he pushes them apart with one hand effortlessly. every push of his cock inside of you is complemented by a swipe of his fingers, he’s handling you like you’re an instrument that he’s mastered playing. you hear sounds coming out of your mouth, whines and thready moans that you can’t control even if you wanted to. they’re complimented by his own groans and grunts as he moves, head bowed so he can press open mouthed kisses to your neck and ear and shoulder, wherever he could reach.

you feel him twitching inside of you when he comes, groaning into the junction between your neck and your shoulder as he grinds down into you in short, aborted motions. his hand is still fluttering over your clit and the combination of that and him spilling inside of you sends you over the edge as you topple into another orgasm.

he fucks you through it even when he gets too sensitive, and he collapses onto the bed next to you once he’s satisfied with how your entire body melted into the mattress. you turn into him, needing him close.

“why have we not done that before?” he asks, almost bewildered as he stares down at you where your head is cushioned against his heaving chest.

“i don’t know,” you settle on. something about not ruining the friendship you had was at the tip of your tongue, but that seemed like a conversation for another time. “but we are doing that again. right?”

“if we didn’t, i think i would die.” he says, completely serious until the two of you meet eyes and break down into laughter.

no ruining the friendship, here.

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