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minhosimthings · 4 months

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Rodeo Ride

Symphony Smut Series Day 9: Lah Pat and Flo Milli's Like a Rodeo Ride

Lyric: He love how I ride it, hop on a dick I made him get excited

Pairings: Husband!Changbin × wife!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, thigh riding, sub!reader, hard!dom!Changbin, office sex, sex on a chair, missionary, rough sex, swearing, dirty talk, dry humping, needy reader, VERY sex deprived reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: day 9! Woah we're almost halfway through this series now and I'm finally doing Binnie. I really couldn't think of anyone better for riding that Changbin for some reason

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Changbin was a simple man.

Wake up, get dressed, kiss your amazing wife goodbye, get to work, do said work, come back, kiss wife again, and then cuddle with her until the morning and you gotta repeat it again. And he liked this life. What else does he have to ask for?

And yet, men never understand the workings of women's sexual systems do they?

"Bunny I'm going to be late today." Changbin looked up at you sitting opposite to him, hastily arranging his tie as the maids took away his plate.

"Again?" You slammed your fork down, glaring at him. It wasn't that you didn't love your husband enough to let him go to work and make his decisions, but sometimes your pussy needed some food.

"I know, I know." Changbin chuckled, an awkward attempt to ease your tension, "But I've got to. Got a meeting today, I can't let the employees be alone without their boss now can I?"

"But Binnie...." You drawled out, making your lips onto a pout which you knew could never make him say no to you.

"How about this?" Changbin leant over to you, caressing your lip with his finger, before pulling you in for a short yet sweet kiss, "Stay awake till I come back, and I'll fuck a baby into you."

"Tempting." You said, folding your arms, "You promise?"

"Promise." Changbin replied, before quickly scampering off to his car, leaving you all alone, once again in the mansion.

"How much longer, how much longer." That's what went in your mind till about three o'clock. Waiting for Changbin really was a task, as the minutes ticks painfully away, it felt like eternity.

This was a punishment, you were convinced, whatever you had done in your past life to deserve this, you were regretting it. Were you being dramatic? Maybe. But we're you going to stop? Absolutely not.

And that is the story of how you turned up at Changbin's office building, wearing a furry black coat which reached down to your ankles, with nothing inside. Well almost nothing, you thought, as you looked down at the lingerie set Changbin had gotten you for your fifth anniversary.

Smirking to yourself, you entered the elevator and pressed the cold button upto Changbin's office, on the topmost floor.

Oh he was going to have fun today.

"Bunny? What are you doing here?" Changbin's eyes lifted from his paperwork as you entered his office, quite a large space, "And why are you closing my curtain blinds?" His last words were ended with a smirk to his face, casually sliding his wheely chair away from his desk.

"I miss you Bin." You say, the sound of your heels clacking the floor as you slowly approach him like a snow leopard approaching it's prey, "I really miss you."

Changbin's words caught in his throat, as his eyes lay sight on you.

Oh he was fucked.

He began to regret all his work now, how he had left his pure baby all alone with no dick to fullfill her sweet pussy.

"Come 'ere." Changbin pulled you into his lap, taking the fur coat and throwing it aside, "It's good you came during lunch hour, otherwise I would have been dead by now."

Your ass was rubbing against his hard dick, making him having to stifle his moans. The same ass that's been nudging against him for the past five years. "God I've missed this" he thought to himself.

He lightly grabbed onto your hips and moved his against your ass. "S-shit.." he sighed, the slight friction easing some of the pain. He moved again, pressing into you a little harder, letting out a shaky moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

The slow movements gradually got faster, the slow grinding turned into him rutting against you, like a dog in heat. All of this movement caused you stir, halting Changbin's movements. Making sure you were still there and this was no his imagination, he started moving his hips again, slowly.

The friction wasn't enough though, he wanted more, he needed more. He pulled his pants and boxers down, or at least enough for his dick to spring out and breathe. Thank god for his desk having a barrier.

The cold air hit his tip causing him to shiver and stifle a moan. Pulling you close and stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum, he pushed himself between your thighs. He knew it was weird, to grind and hump on you while you were in his office, but fully fucking you didn't make him feel better, your thighs will suffice for this one time.

Thrusting his hips he let out a moan,a little too loud that he had to remind himself the walls could listen, he bit his lip trying to silence himself.

"Ahh fuck darling you're so good for me" he moaned, feeling your pussy rub against his dick.

Dipping his head in the crook of your neck he let out an airy breath and kissed your shoulders, hips thrusting faster and balls slapping against the back of his thighs.

Whining and huffing in your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck, he was getting closer and closer to cumming all over your thighs. Changbin grabbed your thighs, squeezing them tightly, tight enough it might even leave a mark. His hips began to stutter and his hands gripped your thighs and hip while he bit his lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed and pushing his head further into your neck.

His dick twitched and he could feel his cum in his stomach when-

"Bunny why'd you stop?" Changbin looked up at you with widened eyes, disappointment filling him, "Do you wanna be a bad girl today?"

"Hmm maybe" you said, giggling and slipping a hand onto his dick, gently stroking it, making Changbin moan again.

“ Get on my thigh.” He orders you, pulling your panties down, leaving you in naked. He groans at the glistening wetness staining your thighs before placing his thigh in between your legs.

“Sit.”

The moment your pussy makes contact with his bare thigh he can’t help but groan. “Soaking my thigh already, who knew you were this desperate?” He mutters, your head falling into his neck as your hips begin to move.

The drag of your clit against his muscular thigh causes you to whimper, pressing yourself harder. His large calloused hands guide your hips, moving you up and down his thigh.

“That’s it bunny, doesn’t it feel good?” He questions, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You can’t seem to find the words to respond, overwhelmed by pleasure. You nod dumbly, moaning out his name as he tenses his thigh.

“Who would’ve thought I could fuck you dumb without putting my cock in you? Just so needy for me.” Changbin brushes some hair behind your hair, holding your face to look at him whilst he smiles sarcastically.

"Bunny, my pants are fuckin soaked" he said, eyeing the huge wet spot that were creating, "Such a filthy little slut riding my thigh like that"

His eyes scan your face, admiring the light flush smattered over your cheeks and the way your eyelids flutter shut with every grind against him.

“Want you to cum, can you do that? Cum on my thigh and then I’ll fuck you senseless right here bunny.” He groans, your arousal audible now with each drag. Your legs begin to shake with exertion, Changbin taking over and continuing to grind you into his thigh, muscles tensing sporadically.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise despite the build up, head thrown back with a moan and eyes rolled back. “Oh god, Bin, please.” You moan out, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.

“There we go, good girl.” Changbin groans, his thigh absolutely covered in you. He holds you still, allowing you to catch your breath. Changbin places a soft kiss on your cheek, leading you to look into his eyes, pupils clouded with lust. He smirks.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. Fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the desk, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest.

“I need you,” he groans, aggressively, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don't wanna be away from you.” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“fuck bunny” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. " have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“Bin—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. So embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“Fuck me Bin!,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, Bunny,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the morning before office, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

“Bin…I-I need you please.” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. Such a mess in such a small time.

“mhm? ahh— mm fuck!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. You’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” The desk was shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

You almost screamed as you let go, cum shaping around his dick perfectly, as he slowed down, his chest rising up and down.

Pulling out of you slowly, he quickly got some towels and cleaned you up, guiding you towards the office's bathroom.

"I got some clothes in the second drawer." He set you down on the counter, "I'll come home early today alright?"

"Your pussy isn't done yet."

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xxkissesforchanniexx · 10 days

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader zombie au Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Chan being a dick >.> (mostly to Seonghwa), threats, medical diseases I fail to describe besides what i googled up >.>, uhh kinda nice ending

A/N: slowly im getting stuff done >.> be patient with me please ;-;

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Chapter 2

Jeongin had fallen asleep, leaning against the window, Seonghwa and Chan were having a very aggressive staring contest in the mirror, Felix on the other hand smiled at you.

"So y/n," Felix said, "What did you do before the apocalypse?"

You shrugged, "I was just starting medical school."

"So you might know how to help Minho."

You nodded. "What's wrong with him?"

"he's been really sleepy and he kept saying he had a headache then it got worse... and his neck got stiff... then he got the fever and he started feeling weak-"

"Meningitis?" Seonghwa asked, finally looking away from Chan.

"Maybe..." You said quietly.

"What do we do?" Chan said looking at you in the rearview mirror.

"I have to see when I get there." You made a face at him.

He sucked in a breath, "Fine."

You smiled slightly and began asking Felix about his life before the apocalypse. You found out from him that Chan liked singing.

"Chan used to sing every day... even the stupid jingles on TV-"

"That's enough." Chan said, squeezing the wheel.

Felix went quiet.

Chan turned into a tunnel and stopped the car.

Seonghwa looked around. "Where are we?"

"Home." Felix said and shook Jeongin awake.

"Yongbokkie, help me open the gate." Chan said as he got out of the car.

You got out and walked around the back of the car to Chan's side, Seonghwa looked up and down the tunnel before grabbing you and hissing in you ear. "I don't trust this place."

"Then sleep outside." Chan spat before going to a pile of melted metal and a rusted car.

He shifted the metal and after a few hard pulls, Felix got the car door to open. You saw a flashing light and stared at curiously as it turned green before Felix entered the car. Jeongin followed close behind. You stared at the dark inside of the car curiously.

"Go." Chan said. "It's not dangerous."

You made a face. "It looks dangerous."

Chan let go of the door and it closed, "Look, if we didn't need you to fix Minho you and your friend wouldn't be here. I don't like killing other people. You know where we stay. I either kill you here. Or you join us and get the fuck inside."

Seonghwa stepped between you and Chan, looking down at him, "Try and kill her."

Chan sucked in a breath turning around before reaching for something. The car door opened from the inside and someone stared at you. He had thin cat like eyes and long black hair, and plush lips.

"What's going on?" He stepped fully out of the car and looked from you and Seonghwa to Chan. "Who are these people?"

"They can help Minho." Chan said, "Since I'm so threatening talk to the face of our operations." He rolled his eyes and opened the car door before entering.

The man looked at you and Seonghwa, "When was the last time you showered." He waved his hand in front of his nose. "I'm Hyunjin. If I get this right I must know Chan so well. He scared you, you don't want to enter. But if you don't enter, he has to kill you."

You nodded.

Seonghwa huffed. "Look-"

"N-no I get it. It was the same way when I found these guys. But I promise, it's safe here." He smiled gently and opened the door.

You looked at Seonghwa who started shaking his head but you threw you bag in before entering yourself.

You slid past the seats realizing the car was slanted, and stumbled into a dark tunnel you saw a light at the end of the tunnel and followed it to a big well lit room, natural light poured in from a window in the ceiling.

"There she is." Felix smiled, "Guys, this is y/n. y/n, this is Jisung," he motioned to a man with dark hair and chubby chipmunk like cheeks, "Changbin," A muscular man with a scar on his face, "Seungmin," A boy with light brown hair and a calm face, "and Minho is probably sleeping."

You looked around their base, it was a wide area, probably formally used for tunnel maintenance. To the right was a living like area with a couch and table with trinkets decorating shelves several passages led somewhere, to the back was two passages, to the left was a big kitchen with a gas cooker and fridge.

Your brows furrowed. "You have power."

"Always." Felix smiled, "Perks of having two geniuses around," he motioned to Hyunjin and Seungmin. "If Hyunjin imagines it, Seungmin and find someway to throw it together."

You nodded, motioning to the two doors to the back.

Changbin perked up, "We aren't allowed back there. Even if Chan and I built this place together, I can't see what's to the right door. As for the left," He looked at Seonghwa, "We'll see when we trust you."

Seonghwa pursed his lips.

Jisung smiled at you slightly. "It's been so long since we had a girl here... alive anyway. I feel under dressed."

You laugh lightly and shrug, "Don't worry about it, I can't say I'm much better."

Jisung laughed slightly, "We have a shower, can't say if Hyunjin and Seungmin have figured out hot water yet but you can give it a try."

"Speaking of which," Felix grabbed your hand and dragged you down a hall to the right and down the left of a split in the hall before opening a door. "You can stay here." He looked at Seonghwa. "I can find you guys a bigger bed if you nee-"

"I'll sleep alone thanks." Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

You laughed and threw your bag onto the bed, looking around the small space. Unlike the other places you had stayed with Seonghwa and the outside, despite the heat, here it was cool. You sat on the bed and smiled at how soft it was, you looked at the small dresser for your clothes and hummed.

Felix poked his head in after a few minutes. "I can show you to the shower," he held out a towel.

You stood and took it, opening the door and following him out into the hall. The shower room was a very small space with carefully put together piping and tile flooring with a rubber mat.

Felix smiled and handed you soap and a wash cloth, "Uh, I don't know what else you girls use to bathe so... consult Hyunjin if you need anything extra."

You laughed. "This is enough, thanks."

"Okie dokie." Felix nodded, "As Sungie warned, the hot water might not always work so... good luck." He smiled sweetly and closed the door.

After questioning yourself in the shower about how you survived so long without warm water you finished your shower and allowed Seonghwa his turn.

You were sorting through your bag, looking at what you had and what you could put where when Changbin threw your door open.

"Minho is awake." His eyes were worried.

You stared at Minho, he was a very pretty man, about Chan's age, with small lips and observant eyes.

"Who is that?" he asked the moment you entered the room.

"She's going to help." Hyunjin said, looking at you.

"Help me how? She a doctor or something?" Minho sat up.

"You could say that." Chan exhaled slowly.

"Lay back." You said.

Minho stared at you for a moment before laying back.

You felt his head, "Hyunjin." You looked at him, "Get me my bag, it's on my bed."

Hyunjin ran off to get it.

"Relax, I'm going to test you for something." You put Minho's arms on his abdomen and took his pillow from under his head.

Chan stared at you with narrowed eyes as Hyunjin returned, Seonghwa following him, "I don't want that Pomeranian in here-"

"Chan who are these people?" Minho tried to sit up but you pushed him back down with a glare.

"Who are you calling a Pomeranian?" Seonghwa said, walking across the room.

Minho pushed you off and held his head as he sat up. "Stay away from Chan-"

Chan got in Seonghwa's face and then you lost it.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! BOTH OF YOU!"

Seonghwa and Chan stared at you.

"Out." You said quietly.

"You can't order me around-" Chan started.

"Channie." Minho looked at him. "Go..."

Chan sucked in a breath and left.

Seonghwa looked at you before walking out after Chan.

You got Minho to take the acetaminophen from your bag and had him lie back again. You lifted his head and watched his lower half.

You sucked in a breath as his knees bent slightly.

"Hyunjin." You said quietly.

"Yeah?" He looked at you.

"How long has Minho been sick?"

"A little less than a week.."

"He's got meningitis..."

"Is it bad?" Hyunjin's face fell.

"I think he'll live if he's made it this far. We just have to keep the fever down." You sighed softly. "make sure you wash your hands."

You ended up watching Minho most of the late afternoon into the evening and even in the night to keep his fever down, switching every now and then with Hyunjin. Living with the boys you noticed how rare it was for Chan to be around and about the hideout.

"Does Chan always stay away from you guys?" You asked Jeongin one day.

"No, not really." Jeongin said, "You're just not out when he's out."

You nodded to yourself, determining based on those words, Chan must be active at night, compared to the other member who were loud and rowdy in the day.

You were watching Minho, checking his temperature quickly before leaving to get water. It was dark out, from what you could see through the window in the center room. You got a bottle of water and looked around. How lucky did you have to be... You hadn't died in the initial wave... You found Seonghwa...you found Chan... You could drink water peacefully.

The sound of steps made you look up, Chan stood in the hall looking at you.

You looked back at him.

"Minho okay?" he asked as he grabbed a bottle from the top shelf above the stove. Alcohol.

"He's fine." You said sipping your water.

Chan poured himself a cup of the alcohol and looked at you. "Never thought you'd actually do it." he said before drinking.

"What?" You looked at him.

"When we left we were sure Minho would die before we got back," He said quietly, staring into his cup. "I owe it to you," He looked at you. "Thank you."

"I've been here a whole two days and this is the first thing you say to me." You laugh lightly.

"Wasn't like you were available to talk." He huffed.

"Well, Chan, you're welcome." You shrugged and finished your water, pushing away from the counter, you walked to the hall. "And... for everything," You motioned to the room. "For letting us stay, thank you..."

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kangnina · 30 days

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MDNI - SKZ Hard Hours/Hard Thoughts

These were all inspired by @moonlightndaydreams

They were so much fun to pop out that I wanted to put them together as a collection.

Spread 'Em Loser - Changbin

Pet Hyunjinnie - Hyunjin

Baby Girl Hannie - Han

Resignation Letter - Minho; Part 2

Exotic - Felix

Dignified - Seungmin

Playtime - Chan

MINE - Jeongin

💋Fem!SKZ Universe💋

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loveehwg · 6 months

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୨୧ ꙳˖ ﹙2018﹚ ¡ Stray Kids headers ! ˖꙳ ୨୧

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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itzskzidle · 1 year

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[230226] realstraykids instagram update with felix & changbin

Since it was our first concert at the dome, it was so much fun and unforgettable 🫠💙

#kpop #stray kids #skz #stray kids updates #skz instagram #realstraykids #lee felix #seo changbin #felix #changbin #lee felix stray kids #seo changbin stray kids #felix stray kids #felix skz #changbin stray kids #changbin skz #changlix #230226

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marsophobic · 2 years

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i thought im already okay but saw a video of Felix picking up paper plane from stays and GUESS WHAT IM CRYING AGAIN!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH THEY DESERVE THE WORLD

i am so so so lucky to be a stay, I'm literally a baby stay but i feel like I've been with them subconsciously since the beginning. my love for them is so big i can't even understand it.

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lotusbee07 · 8 hours

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sanakimohara · 3 months

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Changbin coded relationship:

Smiley energetic bunny gf who likes to be handled like a rag doll 🤝 Buff n’ sweet (seldomly) grumpy bf who throws her around like one! ;)

A lovely combination…

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catiuskaa · 10 months

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Yeah, Flowers Follow.

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

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

inspired by this pin which I'll link here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wanted you to stop looking at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Jerry!”

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

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

Changbin sighed, frustrated at the reminder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Han couldn’t believe his eyes.

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

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

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

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

“You’re fine. Don’t worry.”

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

No bloody way. Holy shit.

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

“Oh.”

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

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

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

“Yeah, fine.”

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

"May I know why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one would notice.

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

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

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

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

Fuck, was it that noticeable?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit, he is.”

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

Changbin coughed violently. The others smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S’good, man. No hard feelings.”

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

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

The others gave him a puzzled look.

“Whaddya mean?” The Australian wondered.

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

“I really want to see her again.”

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

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

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

“Oh, hey, Mystery.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ok, mom?” You replied.

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

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

She never answered, just chuckled teasingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

In case you want to go kiss boys.

Was that… his phone number?

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oi, Hyung!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

“Chan!”

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

“Chan, she’s fucking downstairs.”

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

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

“Bin, is everything good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So? Did he like them?” Han inquired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll give you a ride.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

He got really close, unbuckling your seat belt.

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

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

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

“Where are we?”

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

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

[☆ ☆ 💐 ☆ ☆]

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

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

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

You smiled and replied.

I went to kiss a boy, like you said.

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

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

Cheeky girl. Flowers follow?

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

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

Yeah, flowers follow.

Yeah. You might have fallen in love with him.

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

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

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

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

“You, silly flower boy.”

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

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

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A LITERAL MURDERER - A Changbin Mafia Series - Part 2

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A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and I’m not super proud of it. I have a few more parts written, not sure if I’ll finish it :)

Warnings: mentions of mafia, violence, mentions of murder, pet names such as “angel, beautiful,” swearing, anxiety. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 3.5k

Genre: strangers to lovers, mafia

This work is written in first person (uses I, me, my).

Part 1

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“So what are we doing tonight, beautiful?” I grabbed his hand that was held out to me to get up, trying to muster up an answer to his question. I did not want to take some murderer to a party with lots of people to kill. There was no way I could trust him not to kill me or someone else. Why was he acting so nice to me? What were his plans? And there would be “problems” if I tried to run away?

I didn’t realize I was just standing there, imagining him shooting up the bar I was supposed to be at, until he grabbed my shoulder, which made me jump.

“Sorry, I just wanted to get your attention. Look, there’s no reason to be afraid. The gun is empty and in my bag-“

“But you’ll kill me if I try to run away.” My voice sounded surprisingly stronger that time. Why was he apologizing every time he scared me, and why was I letting it make me more comfortable around him?

“When the hell did I say that? I said we would have problems. Like I would be mad and have to chase you down problems. Not I’ll fucking kill you problems. I’m not going to hurt you, okay?”

“But it’s not just the gun. You could easily with just your hands-“

“Well what do you want me to do? Not have hands?!”

“…. ,“ I thought about it for a minute. It would be very convenient if he didn’t have hands. “Actually, yes, that would be nice.” I answered in a small voice.

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine.” He lifted his arms so I could see the palms of his hands, then he slowly shoved them deep into his pockets, making sure I was paying careful attention. “There, I won’t take them out until you tell me I can. Good?”

Was he really going to let me control the use of his hands? “Okay, I guess that works, but you have to promise.”

“I don’t make promises.” His voice was firm, but then his expression softened after he saw my face drop, “Yet, I suppose, I’ll make an exception since I literally can not make you feel safe around me any other way. I promise I will not take my hands out of my pockets until you say I can. Okay, beautiful?”

Without realizing, I smiled. He was letting me boss him around. HIM! The scariest man I had ever seen! “Okay, and stop calling me that.”

“Beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“Not a chance.”

“It was worth a shot?”

He laughed, and I continued smiling. He was actually very handsome despite all the blood and dirt that was on his face. His smile was genuine, and his laugh was wholesome and contagious. I was getting used to him dangerously quickly-

“Okay, I know you don’t want to take me to that party of yours,” he started walking out of the alley, and signaled me to follow. Afraid of what would happen if I didn’t comply, I followed. “I think I know a good place we can go though. You like ice cream, angel?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Exiting the alley, I felt a strong wind hit my exposed skin. Being night time in the spring, it was freezing.

Changbin observed as I folded my arms and rubbed my hands on them to keep them warm. “You cold?”

“Uhh, no, it’s fine.”

“Okay, the walk is quick anyway.”

We walked for a couple minutes in silence, traveling through a maze of alleys on wet, dark, cobblestone streets. The sky was so pitched black that you couldn’t see anything if it weren’t for the moon and the streetlights. Changbin walked ahead of me, so I got to get a good look at him the whole time. He was covered in blood, bruises, and dirt. I wondered what he did. Was he a serial killer? Did he work alone, or with other people? Was he in some sort of gang? Wait, why was he okay with going to get ice cream covered in blood?

“Umm, Changbin?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“What if people see, like, that you have blood all over yourself?”

“I’ll tell them it’s none of their business, give them a good punch in the face, and go about my day?” He looked down at his clothes with a confused face. He mumbled too quietly for me to hear, “it’s not all over me.”

“You can’t punch them with your hands in your pockets.”

He looked back up. “Then a good kick? You know, y/n, you’re very thorough.”

“You’re okay with just going into an ice cream place like that then?”

“Oh, did I not mention that I own the place?”

“You own an ice cream shop and you kill people?”

“No, not the shop. I own the building. And I don’t just kill people.”

“Oh.” So does that mean he’s part of a mafia? Like a gang or something? I had heard that they own various buildings and businesses for drug deals and meetings and stuff. But I thought that was just clubs and bars? Why an ice cream shop?

It was getting colder, and I could feel my teeth chattering. Changbin stopped walking.

“What?” I asked, stopping behind him.

“Okay, open the biggest zipper of my bag. There should be a jacket in there somewhere.”

He trusted me to look in his personal bag? There was probably all kinds of illegal shit in there. I opened my mouth to start speaking, but he interrupted before I could say anything. “No, it’s not all covered in blood.”

“Good,” I laughed. I started to open the zipper when he stopped me.

“Wait! Be careful, I think I have a knife floating around in there. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“You keep knives in your backpack where you also keep clothes?”

“Well, where do you keep your knives?”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t have knives other than in the kitchen, so I just stayed quiet and zipped open the pocket.

“Exactly.”

My curiosity got the better of me, and I started to look at the things he stored in his bag. Surprisingly, it was just bandages, water, the empty gun, a knife, a box of probably bullets, a jacket, PILLS?! “Oh my god, do you have drugs in here?”

He giggled again and turned his body around to look at me. “Relax, it’s just Aspirin for headaches. So judgmental!”

I didn’t notice that I was judging him. “Oh, I- I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was-“

“Oh, no, it’s okay. I-“ he bit his lip and looked away from me. “It’s cute.”

I cleared my throat in attempts to make myself forget what he just said, and the butterflies it gave me. “Okay, well, turn back around. I want the jacket.”

“Okay, but be really careful taking it out. There are some things in there that I can’t lose. Make sure the knife doesn’t fall out of the bag because that would be really bad because people could see it and that would raise suspicion. And be careful! I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself on the kni-“

“Oh, hell, Changbin!” I put my hands on his shoulders and turned him around to face me. “Just take your hands out of your pockets and get it for me. It’s dark out here and I can’t see anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“You really trust me to take them out?”

I froze again. Did I trust him? I just saw him kill someone, yet, he was so casual with me that he made it seem like we’d been friends for years. I forgot about what happened to easily due to his carefulness. I looked around, and there were a few people in sight: a young couple holding hands and laughing across the street, and a few people walking by themselves. He wouldn’t hurt me with people around. Right? He said himself that he wasn’t going go hurt me, but could I really trust that he was telling the truth? I looked up at him. He looked right back at me patiently with soft, caring eyes. I studied his face as he studied mine. There was no way in hell he could fake such a calming and careful expression. He didn’t have this look on his face when we first saw each other, either. I took a deep breath and answered his question, “….Yes.”

He smiled, as if he was proud of himself, then took his hands out of his pockets, slipped off his bag, and placed it on the ground. He crouched down to look through the contents of his bag, and carefully took the jacket out. It was less of a jacket; much fancier looking. Like a blazer. A sports coat? It was black, not stained with blood, and it actually looked very expensive.

He stood back up and gently placed the fabric over my shoulders. “There you are, beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I said while he zipped back up his bag and started walking again. I followed him. His jacket was very warm and soft, and smelled of sweet, expensive cologne. I hugged it tightly as we continued walking.

Changbin finally stopped when we reached a door in the middle of a random alley. It was sketchy-looking. The building walls were made from brick, and the door was supposed to be white, but it had been stained brown at the bottom from probably mold. There was a single light fixture just above the door, and the bulb flickered every few seconds. This clearly wasn’t the main entrance.

Changbin opened the door all the way, and held his arm out to signal me to go in first. “Ladies first?” The door lead to the space behind a bar, and on the bar were tubs of ice cream. There were some workers and a few customers inside. Changbin looked at me and waited for me to go in.

“No, you go in. Ladies not first.”

He laughed quietly. “Okay, but it’s really not that scary.”

“Mhm.”

He walked inside, and I followed as he continued holding the door opened for me. He stepped up to one of the workers, and whispered something in their ear. They immediately told all the customers that the shop closed and they needed to leave. Unsurprisingly, the worker looked terrified. Changbin thanked them, and the workers and the customers left the building. He walked back over to me, who was awkwardly standing by the door.

“What was that for?”

“You didn’t want people to see us with blood all over ourselves?”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“So,” he walked over to the bar, where a plethora of ice cream flavors was held, “what’s your favorite flavor?”

“Ummm,” I walked over to see what kinds they had. There were the classic chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry, but there was also probably every type of fruit, coffee, cinnamon, gingerbread, and the list went on and on. “I like vanilla.”

“What? You’re crazy!”

Everyone always made fun of me for liking vanilla. I guess it was the fear that was built up inside me that night that caused me to overreact and snap at him. “I’m crazy? I'm not the person who dumps a body in a bin like he does it everyday!” I didn’t realize how loud I was being.

“You trying to get me caught, beautiful?” He smirked, not seeming a bit afraid that someone might have heard me.

I ignored his question, still offended, “What's wrong with liking vanilla?”

“I don’t know, it’s kinda… boring?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, vanilla it is. Just for you.” He reached out to grab a large cup, then took the largest scooper, and filled the cup full and then some. “This good?” He looked at me and showed me the over-filled cup.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He handed it to me, and then took my hand and started walking. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you to follow me to a table.”

The inside of the building was actually quite nice. The brick walls were painted white, and there were colorful light fixtures above every table. The whole shop had a cute romantic theme to it: every table had a small vase with one rose, the walls had heart patterns and paintings on them, and the chairs were pink and white to tie everything together.

Once we reached a random table, Changbin pulled out a chair for me. Not wanting to admit that I found it super sweet, I argued, “I can pull out my own chair.”

“You can also say thank you,” he argued back with a a smile.

I sighed, and sat down. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, angel.” He pushed in my chair, and sat down across from me. “Oh, shit, wait.” He got up, and walked back behind the bar to get something. He came back with two spoons. “Mind if we share?”

“Sure, I can’t eat all of this by myself. You put way too much in.”

“I thought you could use an excessive amount to drown out some of the traumatic stuff you saw tonight. I’m sorry, by the way. I never intended for anyone to hear that.”

“Well duh.”

He giggled at my answer and dug into our cup of ice cream. As we started to eat, I felt slightly uneasy. The thought that I was with a murderer reoccurred to me. He was so kind, I practically forgot. My legs shook slightly as I replayed the events of the night in my head.

Of course, Changbin saw this. “Hey, look at me.” I met his eyes. They were gentle and kind, as if it was the biggest deal in the world to him. “I will not hurt you,” he reached for my hand under the table and I slightly flinched. “don’t do that, beautiful,” he looked at me, even more worried.

I took a deep breath. “Sorry, I just-“

“No, it’s okay. I know you’re probably rethinking everything right now. But I need you to stay with me. Remember that I have not and I will not hurt you. You’re gonna get to go home tonight, and I’ll make sure you’re safe with not one scratch on you. I promise.” I squeezed his hand, and took some time to reestablish my breathing. We sat there in silence for a while, until I finally started to feel a little bit better.

“I really like these roses on the table. They’re my favorite flower; I always loved how beautifully the petals form a little design.”

Changbin smiled, happy that I was feeling a bit more comfortable. “They’re not as beautiful as you.”

“That’s the cringey-est shit I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s true. Did I tell you that you look so amazing in my jacket?” He bit his lip. “You know, you should just keep it.”

I realized I was still holding his hand, and let go. “This? I can’t keep this. There’s no way it wasn’t like… three thousand dollars.”

He shrugged. “It looks better on you though.”

I could feel my face getting red, and I desperately avoided his gaze. “Can you stop flirting with me right now? I literally saw you kill someone like 30 minutes ago.”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I was flirting.” I looked back at him to find him smirking. I looked at him with an unamused expression. He winked at me.

“You’re impossible.”

“Okay, if it’s really making you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

“Thank you.” Did I really want him to stop though?

“Do you really want me to stop though?”

It was like he could read my mind. I stayed quiet for a few seconds and took a bite of ice cream. “Can we not talk about this, like, right after I saw you kill someone?”

“Oh my God, stop bringing that up like it’s such a big deal.”

“Changbin! It IS a big deal! You literally took someone’s life away. You can’t act like it was nothing when you literally-“

“Look, I have my reasons, okay? You don’t know the whole story.”

“What is the whole story then, hmm? What good reason could you possibly have to kill somebody?”

“Y/n, please don’t make me talk about this right now. I just wanted to take you here to calm you down.”

“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t trust me enough to tell me.”

Frustrated, he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You know damn well that’s not what I’m saying. Just eat your ice cream and shut the hell up.”

We stayed quiet for a really long time. My mind raced while we finished the ice cream together. Why did he kill that man? I probably shouldn’t have gotten so nosy. I raised my voice at him, which was risky. What if he hates me now? What if he wants to kill me? I could feel a few tears build up in my eyes.

“Changbin, I didn’t mean to make you upset, I’m so sor-“

“Stop, it’s my fault,” he didn’t sound very sorry though. Talking a deep breath, he stood up and walked over to my side of the table. He could see that I was about to cry, and placed his hand on my back. “let me walk you home, angel.” His voice was calmer this time.

Both of us stayed quiet as we got up and left the shop. I couldn’t help but think about what was going to happen now. He still said “angel,” but he wasn’t saying anything else, and he didn’t apologize. Maybe if I just didn’t say anything, he wouldn’t get any more mad.

Once we were outside, I realized that I had to tell him where my apartment was. “You lead the way,” he didn’t sound mad at me. Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal. I was probably just overthinking again. But now I had to tell him where I live? My body started to shake again. I lived in an apartment building, so if I just refused to take him inside, maybe I’d be safe. Considering that maybe he didn’t work alone, though, he could have his connections. I told him earlier that I trusted him, but he got so defensive about killing that man, and… did I actually trust him or was I just scared? He’s been so nice, but he snapped so easi-

“Beautiful?” My thoughts stopped completely, and I met his patient and caring eyes once more. “You okay? You’re doing that thing again where you look away from me and freeze and start shaking, then you start tearing up- it’s actually very concerning, you know.”

“Oh, uhh… yeah, I’m okay.”

“Okay, can you walk me to your house please? It’s late; you should get some sleep. And I’ve got things to do…”

“Yeah, it’s umm- it’s this way,” I slowly started leading him to my apartment building. Only the worst raced through my head with each step I took. I wished I could disappear. I wished I could run for it. Why did he HAVE to walk me home anyway?

“Umm, y/n, you’re walking kind of slow.”

“Oh my god! Shut up! How is your brain not processing that I’m terrified to lead you to my HOUSE?!?! Where I LIVE!?!”

He stopped walking and grabbed my hand. I, too, stopped walking and looked up into his eyes. This time, he actually looked a bit afraid. “You have to understand: I’m afraid of this night ending too. I’m trusting you not to tell the police. I’m trusting you not to tell your friends, your family, hell, your dog even-“

“I don’t have a dog.”

“Okay, well, you get the point. I’m putting a lot of trust in you. Now you have to trust me. Please tell me that at some point tonight you’ve seen that I really do care about you and your safety.”

Trust him? I thought about everything that had happened that night. Even though I witnessed something truly terrifying, all my brain could come up with was how much he took care of me. He gave me water, his jacket, told me I was beautiful numerous times, led everyone out of the shop so we wouldn’t be seen because I brought it up once, pulled out a chair for me, calmed me down time and time again, and he even risked his life by putting the only weapon he had for self defense-his gun-in his backpack unloaded because I was afraid of it. But more than anything, he was so gentle with me. He did get angry, but he didn’t once raise his voice, even though I did.

He was patiently waiting for a response. Still holding his hand, I yanked it to get him closer to me. “Okay, come on then. You’ve got stuff to do, and I should get some sleep.”

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hey hun, soooooo...

I just bought a perfume and apparently it is very attractive to the sense of smell because everyone tells me that I smell exquisite (their words not mine).

so i don't know if you could write something about the reader just bought a new perfume and changbin is obsessed with the smell to the point that it makes him want to f her, yk? 🤭

please take you time,

I really really love your writing

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Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader Word count: 1.07k Genre: Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: semipublic sex >.>, clothed sex, osmolagnia (had to look that shit up 😭), no proofread (i have a problem i should really check over my work-) idk what else- THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE BTW <<33

The party was in an hour and Changbin sat on your shared bed talking to Hyunjin as you got ready, he watched as you put on your long red dress smiling slightly to himself. The slit that came up to your thigh was tantalizing on its own, but all done up and pretty for him, Changbin bit his lip at the thought of what he'd do to you after the party.

"Channie said if you're late again he's gonna kick you." Hyunjin laughed.

You looked over at Changbin and smiled innocently as if you weren't the reason he was late most days, always too clingy for him to leave you until the very last minute.

Changbin rolled his eyes. "Tell Chan I won't be late today. Right?" He looked at you.

You made a face and picked up your new perfume spray a bit on yourself, before exiting the bathroom and going to your closet and getting your heels, as you sat beside Changbin to put them on, you watched as his brows furrowed.

"Whatever you say," Hyunjin said. "By the way-"

"I'll call you back Hyunjin." Changbin said.

You blinked in confusion as he turned to you.

"Bro wha-" Hyunjin started but Changbin hung up and leaned close to you.

Your face got hot as he whispered. "You smell good." And kissed your jaw gently. "Shall we?"

You sat flustered for a second before nodding. "Let's go."

You followed Changbin through the party as he greeted his friends before finally settling at a table with his very close buddies. Jisung smiled at you, "You look lovely y/n, smell good too," he gave you a thumbs up and you laughed.

Minho nodded, "It is a very alluring scent."

Chan gave him a look. "Why are you talking like that?"

Changbin rested his hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Like what?" Minho asked.

"So... sophisticated." Jeongin said giving Minho a side eye.

"I am sophisticated." Minho smiled, sipping his drink.

Hyunjin gave the group a look that said let's be real here and the whole table burst into laughter.

Changbin leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Don't you need to freshen up?"

Your brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, "Wha-"

He squeezed your thigh again and it dawned on you what he meant, heat rushed to your core and you excused yourself from the table. You made your way to the unisex bathroom and waited a few minutes, Changbin entered and smiled at you.

"Look at you princess." He mumbled, leaning in close, his lips caressed yours before he shoved his tongue into your mouth. "Wanted to wait.. Might just fuck you right here." he muttered before kissing your neck.

You whimpered as his hand went under your dress and cupped your sex, pushing you back into a stall.

"Don't want to take you somewhere so dirty. But what choice do I have..." He sighed but you could see the smirk on his face.

You gasped as he pushed your pantie aside and started rubbing your clit. You bit your hand as you let out a particularly loud cry.

Changbin slipped two of his thick fingers into you and grabbed your face, kissing you, he shoved his tongue into your mouth, groaning softly as he dragged them in and out of you. "You need to be quiet, we might get caught."

Your walls clenched.

Changbin stared at you with a spark in his eyes for a moment before a grin came to his face. "Does that turn you on?" He started moving his fingers faster, curling them to rub your g-spot. "You want someone to walk in and hear you whimpering over my fingers in your pretty pussy."

You smacked Changbin's arm and he laughed before pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. "You taste so good princess."

He kissed you deeply and groaned as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, lowering them just enough for his cock to spring free, taking in your hand and squeezing, stroking slowly.

His lips moved to your throat and he resisted the urge to leave marks on you, lifting your dress around your hips carefully, using the slit at your thigh for assistance. He groaned as he breathed in your scent. "Smell so good. Jump." He said and you jumped into his arms, he pressed you against the wall and kissed you again. "'M going to give princess treatment. Hm?" His hand trailed up and squeezed your tit. "You want me to spoil you?"

You nodded and whined as he ground his erection against you.

"So good for me." He muttered against your neck. "You going to be quiet when I fuck you. Don't want to get in trouble."

You nodded and gasped as eh shifted you slightly before his thick tip pushed into you. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as Changbin began plowing into you, panting softly against your neck. You gasped and whimpered holding onto his muscular form as he took you against the wall, in the bathroom stall.

Your nails dug into his shirt and vest as he picked up the pace.

"Gonna make you cum sweet girl. We need to go back soon, I'm going to spoil you later, okay?" He huffed as his finger found your clit.

You squealed at the sudden stimulation and bucked, your mind going blank as Changbin fucked you through your orgasm. "Binnie- W-wait-" You moaned out loudly.

Changbin grabbed your face and kissed you hard, muffling your cryas he released into you. "What happened to staying quiet?" He muttered against your lips.

You looked up at him, slightly dazed. "I don't know."

He rolled his eyes and pulled out, lowering you to your feet. After cleaning you with the baby wipes from your bag he fixed himself and left you to fix your makeup and dress.

You came out of the bathroom after reapplying your lipstick and cleaning off the streaks Changbin's lips had dragged, you made sure to spritz a bit more perfume before joining the others at the table again.

Changbin's hand found your exposed thigh and he whispered. "You're trying to kill me."

Minho smiled. "You have to tell me what this fragrance is."

"I concur." Han said with a British accent.

You giggled to yourself and said, "It's my secret."

Changbin smiled and kissed your cheek muttering, "Just for me."

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