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5/8 of The Sleepwear Series

wc: 6.5k

Synopsis: So many hints dropped, so little of them picked up.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, softdom!changbin, fem!reader, friends to lovers cus he's a cutie, mentions of periods, fingering, piv, marking, mentions of graphoerotica, creampie, pretty tame ngl

“God fucking damn it—“

You had already pulled your pants down and sat on the toilet when you saw the small red splotches of blood on the gusset of your underwear. Typical, your period decides to leak through your tampon while at your best friend’s man cave he calls a home. And your bag with necessities in the living room, out of reach. Changbin would die on the hill that his place is better than yours, but if that were the case then he’d have feminine products under the sink like most people. But he doesn’t, which not only proves your point but leads you to loudly call out for him from behind the closed door.

Heavy footsteps padded down the hallway followed by the door abruptly opening, your legs closing tight and pulling down your shirt to cover any indecent skin, “what the fuck?!”

Changbin looked at you with his eyes wide open and a worried brow, “you’re not dying?”

“I am now! Of embarrassment. Close the door!” He immediately stepped out and pulled it behind him just enough so there was a small sliver still open.

“You yelled my name, I thought you were hurt.”

“So you barge in like a fucking barbarian?”

“Well– yeah!” You could practically hear the gears turning in his head. “If you’re not dying, do you need something?” Changbin’s voice softened and he fiddled with the door knob.

“Can you get my bag for me?” The sheepish nature of your tone made him peak through the crack, “why? What’s in it?”

“Changbin, door!” As you pulled your shirt as far down your body as it’d go, he let himself into the bathroom entirely and stood with his arms folded across his chest.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to lose his sense of personal space. To Changbin, your space was also his space, you would practically breathe the same air because sometimes he forgets that you’re your own person. Changbin doesn’t do it on purpose, though. It’s his way of showing his affection. There’s times where you’d be sat at the end of the couch and he’d plop down straight on top of you. His friends give him hell for it, always pushing him away but he is persistent. Jeongin is especially grateful for your presence, taking Changbin’s attention off of him and redirecting it onto you. Though, his timing isn’t always the best, catching you in the bathroom like this isn’t entirely uncommon.

“Are you being weird in my bathroom?” He narrowed his eyes at you, seemingly unaffected by the fact that you’re still sitting on the toilet.

“You’re the weird one! Why don’t you have pads or tampons? Do you hate women?”

You could see the lightbulb in his brain flicker on as he took a step back and uncrossed his arms, ears tinging red. “I don’t hate women! I love women– I love women a lot. Like a few months ago, there was a woman who got a lot of my love–”

“Ah, ah, ah, I don’t wanna hear it. Just get my bag, woman hater.” You shook your head and mumbled incoherent words until he finally left and returned with your purse.

If you were being honest with yourself, there was more than one reason you didn’t want to picture your best friend with another girl. There was the fact that he was built like an absolute unit and then some, charming and handsome and kind and thoughtful and funny... Also, just the image of him in bed with someone else was a bit horrifying. You knew him so well that thinking about it made your heart sink and cringe at the same time. Were you crushing on your best friend? Yeah, but who wouldn’t? Changbin is hot in the most endearing way– like he knows he’s attractive, just not to what extent. If only he knew… No, that’s unlikely. He’s the most oblivious person you’ve ever met.

As you rummaged through your bag to find something to ease the mess, Changbin still stood in front of you. “What are you waiting for?”

“How do tampons work?” He blurted out and eagerly watched you pull the little plastic tube out of your purse.

“If I tell you, will you leave me alone?” The rapid nodding of his head had you shoving your bag into his arms again and holding up the sealed tampon for a clear view. “Step one, open,” you unwrap it and hold onto the plastic packaging, “step two, insert. Step three push. I’m not showing you my vagina, so can you get out now? My legs are starting to go numb.”

As if his curiosity had been satisfied, Changbin shrugged and left, closing the door behind him while muttering a, “I’m so glad I’m not a girl.”

The next few hours were spent wasting each other’s time, starting a movie and not finishing it because he couldn’t sit still then attempting to toss popcorn in the air at you in hopes you’d catch it in your mouth. You amused him, of course. His laughter was contagious and it’d be a crime not to laugh along with him.

It was close to 9 p.m. when you decided to go home. The walk wasn’t far and you’d done it a million and one times, and every time Changbin offered to walk with you. You couldn’t really protest, especially when he never directly says he was going to walk you home. He’d make an excuse like he’s stopping at the convenience store or doing this and that.

Upon coming up to your street, you asked him, “are you taking another late night walk that just so happens to be in the direction of my house?”

The two of you were shoulder to shoulder, hands occasionally brushing against one another as cars passed by. “I was going to get my mail but… I can’t remember where my mailbox is. Thought it might’ve been this way but maybe I was wrong.”

This is what always happened. You’ve known him for what feels like forever and every time he stops just in front of your apartment building, your heart breaks just a little more. You wished he’d come in, stay the night, be there when you woke up. He does this thing where he sticks his hands in his hoodie pocket and looks at the ground with a soft smile, he’s doing it now and peers up at you sweetly. Like the ground was suddenly offering to buy him a four course meal and dessert, Changbin dipped his head back down as soon as you met his gaze.

“You don’t need to do this every time. But bonus points for creativity,” you playfully nudged him on the shoulder, grateful for the cloudy night sky shadowing over the blush on your cheeks.

Obviously, you loved that he did this for you. It makes you feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy inside. A part of you, a rather big part, wished that he’d do it because of a certain emotion, but again… just wishful thinking. Changbin walks you home because he’s a nice person. He makes up reasons to keep talking to you because all his other friends are busy. The only thing that could explain why he calls you all the time for the most random things is because he just blindly presses on his most recent call– that just so happens to be you. Purely coincidental, everything he does is because Changbin is your friend, your best friend. And it’s normal for friends to look at you the way he’s looking at you now, right?

Curtained by his natural curly hair, it was like galaxies had found a home in his eyes. “I want to,” he stuck his hand out to tap adoringly under your chin, “gotta make sure my favorite girl gets home safe.” The action and the words made your skin burn, but somehow shiver at the same time

“Did your mom finally tell you to stop calling her every night?” You brushed his hand away as you spoke, trying to conceal a flattered smile.

“Yeah, but my mom’s always number one. You still rank the highest out of all my girl friends.”

“I’m your only girl friend.”

“All the more reason you’re on top of the list.”

There was that stupid, lopsided smirk of his, annoyingly cute how it didn’t even seem like he was trying to be smooth with his words. Unruly locks sticking in every direction, sweater somehow concealing the muscles you knew him to have, you didn’t even mind that he was wearing slides with no socks, seeing Changbin so domestic made your heart swell even bigger than it already was. If you spent any longer with him, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to keep up such a cunning facade.

Low and behold the universe was listening whether it be beneficial or detrimental, a deep clasp of thunder boomed and not a second later began a heavy downpour of rain. While you didn’t move an inch, just looking up at the crying sky, Changbin wrestled his hoodie off and tossed it over your head like a canopy. You looked at him confused because you were standing in front of your house, if you got wet it was no big deal. Whereas he still had to walk home, but chose to rid himself of the only thing protecting him from the cold to make sure you stayed dry. How close he was now, tying the sleeves below your chin to make sure the jacket didn’t slip off your head. You couldn’t help the fondness in your expression, unable to see anyone but him.

“You’re staying over,” you say, taking his hand before he can protest and whisking him inside.

The both of you were soggy messes in the foyer of your apartment, unsure of what move to make. You thought you’d known what you were doing but now you were trapped with the only person in the world who could make you feel like bursting at the seams.

The same confidence that pushed you to invite Changbin inside was slowly fading, but you had enough left to begin to strip away your articles of clothing one by one, starting with the hoodie tied around your head. You plopped it on the floor and began to take your top off when Changbin dramatically flushed his back against the front door. “What’re you doing?” He asked, covering his eyes as you added your top to the wet pile.

“I don’t want my entire house to be soaked. Strip, I have spare clothes you can try.” Even if he tried to be decent and not look while you undressed, the irony of it had you rolling your eyes. “As if you weren’t in the room when I was on the toilet earlier.”

“Hey, that was different!” Changbin defended himself for a second before realizing the same thing you did, ultimately beginning to discard his wet clothes as well. When you shimmied off your pants and picked up the sopping pile, your best friend was handing you his shirt and looking you dead in the face as he unbuttoned his jeans. You didn’t think he intended for it to come off as electrically charged as it did, but it was like you couldn’t look away. Not that Changbin wanted you to, he loved the way you were staring at him.

Your eyes raked from his broad shoulders down the plane of his chest and tummy, keeping a steady gaze on the way his fingers elegantly unzipped and pushed the pants down his legs. When he handed the garment to you, you felt the searing heat of embarrassment shoot through your body. He stood with his hands on his hips, just in his boxers now.

The pace at which you ran towards the laundry room was laughable, for Changbin at least. He got a kick out of your antics, but he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Changbin thought he was being as obvious as possible that he cared for you much more than a friend, but the message must’ve gotten lost in translation because not a single thing he put down, you picked up.

Changbin wanted to be embarrassed, walking around your house in just his underwear, but he felt more comfortable than anything. He’d raided your fridge for snacks, drank water, grabbed some alcohol, even sat on the couch because somehow his boxers were the only thing that didn’t get wet. A beer in his hand, feet kicked up on the coffee table then your and his favorite show clicked on in the background was his definition of home. He loved the atmosphere of your apartment, the smell of patchouli, soft yellow lights in the corners of every room, even if it didn’t have his play station or mini music setup that was an easy fix. So easily could he imagine himself waking up here every morning, waking up to you and being able to cook you a small breakfast before he went to work–

Getting ahead of yourself, he thought.

You changed into some shorts and a shirt and gathered spare clothes before you fully stepped into the living room, you watched Changbin flow about the place. He seemed even more relaxed than he had back at his own house. Quietly you observed from a distance, your heart warming as he poured you a glass of wine and set it on the table for when you returned, unfolded the blanket that hung on the back of the couch and set it where he wanted you to sit– directly next to him, of course, the only acceptable place.

“Get your stinky butt off my couch,” you finally made your presence known and handed him the spare shirt and shorts, nudging his feet off your coffee table to sit beside him.

Changbin didn’t retort, simply following your order and standing. He decided to make you even more flustered than you already were, his junk eye level with your face as he slipped the shorts on. You loved his little tummy, finding it cute how he lightly rubbed it after putting on the shirt and sitting down again. “Thank you,” he mumbled, taking a sip of his beer. You picked up the glass of wine and tipped it towards him, “thank you.”

Silence, patchouli, and a hint of petrichor wafted through the room. When you shivered, Changbin set down his drink to reach both arms around either side of you, draping the earlier placed blanket over your shoulders. His touch lingered on the tops of your hands for a moment before retreating.

Despite the sweet moment, you couldn’t help but become more curious of what he’d stupidly mentioned earlier. “So…” Changbin’s ears perked up, “going through a dry spell?”

A pink hue covered his cheeks, “what?”

“Before… you said it was a few months ago… the last time you were with someone.” Shyly, Changbin scratched at the nape of his neck and ran his fingers through his hair. He laughed, throat dry, “y– yeah. It’s been a while. Haven’t really had the urge to… y’know… seek anyone out.”

“I think I’m the only other person in the world who knows what you mean. It’s like everyone is dating and fucking and having threesomes, yet I can’t even do my laundry without getting tired–”

“Threesomes–?”

“I don’t want to put in the work to meet someone. It’s like everyone’s idea of dating is so different, and explicitly saying you’re dating to marry is some sort of turn off.”

“Wait– go back. Threesomes?” Changbin shifted to face his body towards you, clearly invested in the idea.

Bringing your glass to your lips, you shrugged, “just some girl at work telling me about these people she met. Said it was insane and mind blowing. Good for her, I just didn’t need to know so many details.” His mouth was dropped, tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. The brief mention of anything relatively sexual coming out of your mouth made Changbin’s mind immediately fall deep into the gutter. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining that there were two of you, each touching different parts of his body and covering him in your lipstick stains–

Jesus, get it together, Changbin shook his head and blankly stared at the television.

“Did you hear the part I said about dating? The more important part?” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Yeah, I heard,” he caught your hand in his and held on. His skin was warm, soft against your own. Both pairs of eyes caught the gentle nature of his grip, disbelief expressions littering your faces at the audacity to hold on for much longer than necessary, longer than he ever had before.

You let out a small breath, unsure of how to feel as he brought your hand down to the side of his thigh and leaving it there. Just your fingers rested on the muscle, feeling him flex under your touch. With a sly grin, Changbin pulled the TV remote from behind him and pointed it towards the screen, “think we can finish the last few episodes? Or will you fall asleep again?”

The rest of the night went by much too quickly, only because you had, indeed, fallen asleep. To be fair, even though you’d only had a bit of wine, it was still enough to make you tired. That on top of the already tiring day you had and Changbin cozying up next to you, how could you not? You’d woken up later the next day in your bed, tucked in with a bottle of water on your bedside table and a note next to it. Fucking gentleman. Changbin had to leave for work but wrote that he’d made some coffee and didn’t want to wake you. He didn’t fail to mention that it was only thirty minutes into the episode that you’d passed out, but the gesture was still cute.

You went about your day as normal as possible, doing chores and whatnot, even texting Changbin a thank you for not watching the show without you, to which he said he did but he’d rewatch it if you promised to stay awake next time. It was so hard not to smile as you read his messages, seeing the chat bubble on his end immediately appearing with every text you sent. So many butterflies, the only way you knew to contain them was to bury yourself in work. That’s what you did for hours, only stopping to take breaks to eat and use the bathroom. An upside of today, your period stopped.

Changbin doesn’t have such a productive day as you, little to his knowledge. He went to work, got into the studio and sat down with his pen and paper and didn’t write a single thing. Not a damn thing. His mind was overly consumed with the thought of you. No way he was ever going to admit to anyone that he spent a good amount of time this morning just watching you sleep. It sounds creepy as he thinks back on it, but he was mesmerized. Knowing the stress you carried on your shoulders and being given the privilege of seeing you so… at peace. Changbin loved every second of it to the point he just swiveled around in circles daydreaming as soon as he stepped foot in the studio. All the members stopped by at one point during the day to say hello and Changbin was sitting in the same position every time, until Jisung had finally took hold of Changbin’s chair and rolled him out into the hallway so the younger could use the room. “Stop marinating in your own self pity. Can’t take looking at your gross, lovesick face anymore.” Jisung had said, slamming the door in Changbin’s face when he went to curse him out. To be fair, it could’ve been the best or worst advice ever. Either way, it finally got Changbin to leave work.

He didn’t know where his feet were carrying him, just that he wanted to lay down and not think anymore. It wasn’t until he was outside your building again that he felt absolutely like going insane. There were so many pent up emotions swirling about inside him and as good as he is with words, this was something he couldn’t articulate. Mixtures of saccharine chaos and patchouli scented whimsicality fills his nose every time he so much as thinks of your name, these specific things so deeply rooted in his association with you. Everywhere he looks, there you are.

As nighttime rolls around, you’re able to comfortably lay in bed without the fear of staining your sheets. That’s exactly what you do, phone in hand and ready to call it a night. You had been laid down for maybe five minutes when loud knocks rapped against your door. Getting up with a groan, you walked out and opened the door, finding a very disgruntled looking Changbin pawing at the roots of his hair. Before you’d gotten the chance to ask why he was here, he pushed past you and kicked his shoes off, pacing back and forth in your living room.

“Don’t speak a single word because there’s something I have to say and if I don’t say it now, I don’t think I ever will. Understand?” Shutting the door, you looked at him and waited for him to continue. “Say something!”

“You told me not to!”

“Say you understand!”

“I understand.”

“You don’t understand!” You moved slowly further into the room, feeling Changbin growing more and more skittish with every step. As you came face to face with him, he put his hands on your shoulders and led you to the couch, sitting you down while he still stood. “You don’t understand how frustrating it is to be around you.” The words made you flinch back, “no, no! I mean, I love being around you. It’s the highlight of my week! But dear fucking god, Y/N. You are the blindest person I know.”

“I don’t–”

“Shut up! Let me finish,” he stayed a few steps in front of you, practically spinning in circles with how quickly he strode in anxiety. Raising your eyebrows, you waited. Changbin took in a deep breath, “You’re so infuriatingly oblivious that it makes me wanna rip my hair out. You can never stay awake long enough to make it to the good part of the show, we’ve been stuck on the same season for the past month! And you never finish your wine! You always fall asleep on me and I never tell you how you drool on my shoulder because I don’t wanna embarrass you. Why don’t you lock the bathroom door?!”

“Should I be defending myself right now?”

“And you can’t follow directions to save your goddamn life! But for fuck’s sake, I hate being away from you.” A small hum of confusion and a head tilt, you genuinely couldn’t think of anything to say. What the fuck was he talking about?

“I spent the entire day with you doing absolutely nothing but watching paint dry and it was one of the best days of my life. Every day with you is the best day of my life even if it’s for just a few minutes. Can’t you see?” Changbin exhaled deeply and came in front of you, dropping to his knees. He took both your hands from your lap and made you cup his full cheeks, staring deep into your eyes. “See me.”

Thousands of thoughts and millions of emotions filled you from head to toe, almost vibrating overwhelmed. You couldn’t believe your current predicament, here was the manliest man you know on his knees in front of you, for you, begging you to do the one thing you’ve been doing for god knows how long.

Involuntarily your lip pouted at the fading adrenaline induced confidence in Changbin’s demeanor, his hands slowly slipping from atop your own that held you in place. Feeling you getting a better grip, his breath hitched in his throat. You held his cheeks so firmly that his lips puckered. “You’re all I’ve ever seen.”

The sheer force of which Changbin sat up to meet your lips would’ve sent you toppling back if you didn’t find yourself falling into him with equal weight. Butterflies, sparks, that feeling, you felt illiterate. It was just right.

He did nothing but slot against you in a frenzied yet calculated rhythm, finding comfort in the way your lips fit so perfectly against his. Large palms slid from your hands up your arms and back down your torso, only to settle on your hips and tug you closer. Changbin fit himself between your knees and made sure to have you flush against him as he kneaded the pajama covered flesh of your ass. You didn’t expect him to heave you up and carry you towards your bedroom, squealing as you were dropped onto the mattress.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He muttered, kneeling onto the bed while tossing his shirt to the floor. Daunting Changbin was, a new flame behind his eyes that made you cower until your back hit the headrest. “Don’t run away from me. I’ve waited so long already.” He caught your ankles and you were dragged towards him again, belly up at his mercy.

His lips had a hard time parting from yours even as he stripped you naked, all done with a smitten smirk which you could feel within every kiss. A sense of security washed through you as his hands roamed anywhere and everywhere, firmly caressing any plump inch of skin he could find. Changbin took a particular liking in the curve of your hips and ass, loving how delicately supple your skin was. He kneaded it like a cat, moaning into your mouth as you squeezed the muscles of his pecs.

Then his hands traveled down, hiking your knees around his torso and feeling the wetness of your arousal. His thick fingers slid through your pussy so easily, slick echoing lewdly and only adding to the adulterous scene. He didn’t look away from your glistening folds, flat out staring with all intents and purposes and making your face heat up. With a pout on your lips, “stop looking at it like that. You’re making me shy.”

Changbin’s head fell back in a mocking chuckle, “shy? Please, not my fault you have such a pretty pussy.” He kissed you again before you could feel any more flustered.

It was impossible to feel anything of the sort when he whispered sweet nothings every chance he got. Every break of your lips Changbin took the opportunity to mumble something he loved about you that you didn’t even realize about yourself, “always smell so good, sometimes I spray your perfume on my clothes when you’re not looking. Always wanted to pull your hair, maybe that’ll be a little treat for next time. These hips? Oh my god, wanna just eat you whole.” He bit loving marks from your neck down your chest and trailing further until he came to the skin just below your belly button. There was where he left an abundance of bruises, turning varying hues of purples and reds to line the expanse of the area. It was like your own personalized garment, customized by him made just for you. Changbin didn’t leave your hips unattended, decorating the hinge where your thighs met your hips just the same.

Your cunt was throbbing now, so incredibly turned on but growing too impatient for your own good. As much as you appreciated his thoroughness, it was getting harder not to simply cry at the need that made your stomach churn. Threading your fingers through his hair got his attention, making his eyes meet yours from between your legs. Wordlessly you used your other hand and spread the lips of your pussy with two fingers, inviting.

He took a single long, fat lick up the center of your entrance. The warmth made you cry out for more but Changbin pulled away, refocusing his attention on the backs of your thighs and pushing your knees to your chest. Like reading your mind, he replaced his tongue with big fingers, inserting just one as he munched on the flesh of your legs. Thumbing at your clit and one digit inside you was almost torturous, he was teasing you by being so close to what you wanted, just not quite there.

“Bin, please. Your mouth–”

“Nuh uh. Let me play, princess. We’ll have plenty of time for more.” Your cunt clenched at the prospect of more with him. More rendezvous, more kissing, touching, feeling him in ways you’d only imagined.

Not long did it take for him to decorate your thighs as well, painting a pretty picture like you were a canvas. What you didn’t see was that he’d been touching himself this entire time, slowly stroking his heavy cock and leaking more precum every time you whimpered. When his thumb swiped rather hard at your bundle of nerves and you whined, Changbin almost came in his hand. He couldn’t take it anymore, deciding that he’d rather die than let your first time together go to waste in his palm.

Unexpectedly he dove into your pussy and gave it one good hard suck, for a moment he recalculated even fucking you because of how sweet you tasted and knowing he’d blow if he truly went to town, but he loved seeing the splotches on your body. It made his skin tingle and feel almost feral, your unblemished skin covered in marks he created. With your taste on his tongue, he quickly came back up to kiss your lips, swallowing your moans as your own arousal filled your senses. “Wanna see your face when I fuck you,” he groaned, taking your knees and starting to maneuver them to fall to one side.

“Wait, wait,” you pushed his chest back. Changbin looked at you, concerned. “I’m clean–”

“Me too. Got tested right after–”

“I’m not worried about that.”

“Then?” The worry in his eyes slightly overshadowed the lust, but just for a second because you broke out into an abashed smile and covered your face with your hands. “Don’t laugh at me,” you muttered and Changbin stole your hands into his.

“Never at you, only with you,” he giggled, too.

You tapped his chest so he could sit up. When you had the space, you tipped your knees to the side and let your spine relax, pops of your back cracking made the two of you break into an unfiltered, obnoxious fit of laughter. Then you twisted to do the other side, only making both of you laugh harder. Changbin huddled over into your chest, trying his best not to suffocate you with his weight. “I said don’t laugh!”

“I can’t help it!” He moved up to hide his face in your neck. “That was the cutest thing I've ever seen.” He composed himself enough to plant reassuring kisses to the junction and lean back again. Still on your back, he towered over you and reached down to brush your hair from your face. Warmth spread throughout your body as he just looked at you, nothing sexual of the nature whatsoever, admiring.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you have a staring problem,” you whispered, gazing at him exactly the way he was at you.

“Only for you,” he pinched your cheek then distracted you with another kiss before continuing to lay your knees to one side of your body.

Taking your hand in his, Changbin aligned his cock with your entrance and pushed in, your nails digging into the top of his hand as he did so. Gently he came to become fully sheathed within your walls, patiently waiting for you to adjust. His free hand ran over the deepening blemishes on the back of your thigh, a proud smirk on his face. Your cunt clenched and he shivered, “more, please.”

He used the hand on your thigh to push your knees harder into the bed and your back popped on last time. When you both laughed, your walls constricted around his dick tightly and stuttered his laughter into a moan, toppling on top of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t do that! I’ll cum!” Changbin’s voice still filled with giggles.

Even if the two of you were nowhere near as intense as you should’ve been, the moment was still enjoyable all the same, just in a different way. There was no forced intimacy or awkwardness that came with seeing someone naked for the first time, only comfort and warmth and smiling until your cheeks hurt.

Changbin loved the sight of you stuffed full of him, covered in his marks. That made his brain flip from zero to one hundred, glaring at your pussy and mockingly tilting his head. Oh, he wanted to take a picture of you, pretty in all your glory and creaming around his cock. Every bit of you was on fire, only getting hotter with the sweet praises he was singing for you. “Pussy like heaven, fuck– have I died? So, so good.

“You’re so beautiful like this, wish I could tattoo you with my name. Wouldn’t that be cute, baby? Would you want me to do that? Cover you with pretty words while you cum all over my cock?” Your pussy pulsated at the idea, imagining Changbin writing obscene things all over your body. It’s one thing to him to be saying these things, but having them in writing, his writing, that was something else entirely and it turned you on to no end.

“Oh, you do like that. So dirty, princess. Tell me, what else do you want?” He kept his thrusts slow and deep, working you up much too leisurely that you were on the verge of crying. Changbin could see the tears welling in your eyes, smiling and teasingly tapping the underside of your chin again. “Don’t cry, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want, just tell me.”

Even if it was obvious what you wanted, he was still making you work for it. You reached down to pull your ass cheek up, spreading your pussy lips wider for his viewing pleasure. Changbin groaned, deep from within his chest and his eyes rolled back. “Wanna cum,” you mumbled, fingernails raking over the deep bruises over the backs of your thighs.

“Am I not doing good enough, princess? Need more?” That wasn’t necessarily what you were saying, but it was his way of working himself up even more than he already was. All you did was whine and nod your head, feeling so much at once. “Okay, okay, I’ll give you more.”

His hips picked up speed, skin slapping skin ringing throughout the room. Changbin picked up your top leg and held it in the air to let him fall deeper into you while the other kept a handful of your ass. His fingers dug into you, pulling at the skin to use as leverage to slam harder into your cunt. As you moaned incoherently and arched into the sheets, Changbin leaned over your body and fell into short staccatos of thrusts, keeping your sweet spot from feeling lonely for too long. You weren’t thinking about anything except the building heat in your stomach that only got hotter when you felt his lips attach to your neck, nudging your face to the side for more access. The feeling of his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin made you shiver.

“Better, princess? You’re loving this, aren’t you? Just laying there being pretty and taking everything I give you. Who trained you this well?” You shook your head, no, unable to fully process his words. “No one? I knew you were naturally perfect. Perfect pussy, fits me like a fucking glove.”

You were so close, his words doing you in more and more as he kept running his mouth. Changbin was in the same state as you were except he was unable to stop talking, saying everything he felt as he felt it like a broken record. But you loved it, and loved how easily he could make you melt. The building lava in your gut just needed a little more of a push to flood, you grabbed Changbin by the neck and met his lips while raking your nails through his hair. The way he moaned into your mouth was more than enough ear candy to make your orgasm hit you, hard and for so fucking long.

Changbin tried to fuck you through it, but your cunt had a vice grip as you clenched and convulsed around him, eventually milking him to completion just the same. Of course a guy who hadn’t felt the warmth of another person for so long would have a lot of cum to give, but he was on a whole other level. His orgasm was just as long as yours and filled you to the very, very brim with his seed, spilling out the sides of where his cock kept you plugged.

Sweaty bodies on top of one another, fluids drenching various places, heavy breaths filling the room, there was no place he’d rather be as Changbin’s head finally cleared. Post nut clarity, you were positively glowing, radiance embodied in his eyes as he watched your eyes flutter open and brush your hair from your face. Changbin peppered your cheeks with kisses, causing you to giggle and hold him closer, but he accidentally moved too fast and made you wince as his softening cock shifted. He told you to hold still as he went as gently as he could to remove himself, awestruck at his cum soiling your pussy. He’d almost raised a mass again, but looked away before he could.

Stealing a random shirt off the floor, he wiped away the residue and tossed it aside again to flop on the bed next to you. His arms wrapped around your neck, muscles almost suffocating you in the warmest way. Legs tangled, heart beats easing, you were close to falling asleep again.

“Do I really drool?” Your voice was muffled by the soft skin of his pecs, slightly nuzzling your face tighter into them.

Changbin froze for a second before lightly chuckling, “no, of course not, princess. I was joking.” Hearing the slight sarcasm in his voice, you whined and attempted to free yourself, though that was impossible with the headlock he had you in. Changbin wrangled you into staying still, kissing the top of your head and tightening his arms, “okay, you do. But it’s okay! I love being covered in your spit.”

He playfully licked your cheek as you tried to protest, kissing you more to ultimately shutting you up and fall victim to his body heat, and Changbin’s head was empty, entirely empty. Nothing left but tender touches, patchouli, and wondering how the hell neither of you realized that this was where you were supposed to be.

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Heyo!

I'll resend my request!

Can I please request dom!lee know with sub!fem reader

Smut+fluff+ corruption

Reader is shy and inexperienced

Thank you 🫶

Wide-eyed (m)

lmh • f, s • 3.1k

I don’t know why this is so long lol but thank you for waiting literally months for this😭 I hope you enjoy it 💕

It’s lightly proofread, as usual I’ll probably come back and edit it later on lol I feel like I could add some more fluff, but anyone can feel free to give me other suggestions on how I could make this story or my writing better in general :)

Includes/warnings: corruption kink, innocent shy reader, female reader, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, lil bit of cum play, lil choking, loss of virginity, minho is very adamant about consent as we all should be

“This is my friend, yn.”

Felix motioned towards you as you shyly greeted his members. Minho slightly bowed his head, locking eyes with you once he stood up straight. You smiled softly but quickly looked away. Minho turned towards Felix as he spoke. “She’s a bit shy, takes a while to warm up, but she’s cool.” Felix nudged your arm as you blushed.

That was the first day he saw you. A pretty girl, shy and wide-eyed. Probably inexperienced. And for some reason, Minho couldn’t shake you from his mind.

You’d visit often, clinging to Felix’s side, the only familiar and comfortable face in the room to you. He didn’t know the reason, but your shy demeanor alit something in Minho. Minho couldn’t help but subtly glare at his friend every time you’d turn to ask him a question, talking solely to him. He wanted to be the one that you clung to, the one you spoke to, the one you felt comfortable around.

Sometimes you would catch him, his glares and not so subtle staring, and you honestly thought Minho didn’t like you. But one day Felix somehow flaked on a movie night, his seat replaced with Minho. You were stiff as a board, sitting straight up with your knees pressed together, your hands in your lap, trying to take up as little space as possible.

Minho chuckled to himself, watching you for a minute before he gently put his hand on your knee. “Hey yn, relax,” his smile disarmed you, your cheeks heating at your awkwardness. You sat back, now within earshot of Minho’s voice as he joked throughout the movie. He loved making you laugh, the rest of the boys knowingly ignoring you two.

As your relationship grew, you slowly opened up to him. Minho loved being in your world, loved picking your brain, and once his suspicions were confirmed, that you were inexperienced in sex and relationships, he loved fantasizing about ways to corrupt you.

Minho never pressured you, glad to take it slow. But when he caught you with your hand down your pants, you confessed that you were too shy to ask him.

“That’s alright, baby,” he said, climbing on top of you, slipping his hand right in your panties. “I’ll let it slide this time, but remember,” his finger swiped along your slit, collecting more of your wetness to flick the pad of his finger repeatedly against your clit in a slow rhythm. Your hips bucked at the rough movements you weren’t used to, biting your finger as you held your hands close to your chest, embarrassed to be caught like this, but loving the attention Minho was giving you.

“This is mine from now on,” he growled, cupping your wetness to prove his point, then teasing your opening, feeling the tension as it clenched around nothing. “Don’t touch it without permission.”

“Have you tried putting a finger in, baby?”

Minho almost choked when you shook your head, your voice squeaking out that you were too scared, that you only ever rubbed your clit. The hungry look in his eyes, the wolfish smirk on his lips, sent another wave of arousal between your legs, your mouth watering as his fingertip dipped deeper and deeper into you.

That night, he managed to get you addicted to his fingers and tongue. Which made it difficult when he was very busy for a few weeks.

You were innocent enough, sensing that he had had a bad day when he came in and slumped on the couch. You zeroed in on his empty lap, a perfect spot for you to comfort him. He watched lazily as you strolled up to him, placing your knees on either side of his lap.

You went to place a gentle kiss on his lips, but in typical Lee Minho fashion, he whined playfully as he moved his face away from your lips. You giggled at him, holding his face still in both hands. Minho couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness as you placed light pecks all over his face, but his attention was quickly drawn back to the short length of your shorts. The hems were riding up your soft thighs, teasing him by covering his favorite place to be. But when Minho met your wide, innocent eyes, your soft, sweet lips asking him how his day was, he was almost ashamed of his thoughts.

Almost.

Your innocence had seemed like a facade to him. But after all these years of taking your relationship slow, he’d learned that you were indeed often oblivious to the effect you had on him. That didn’t stop him from teasing you whenever you’d unknowingly turned him on, a blush spreading across your cheeks when you’d suddenly remember how easily you could drive your boyfriend crazy, the way the look in his eyes became ravenous as he hovered over you.

Minho’s hands found your waist, giving it a light squeeze. He sighed, knowing that, unlike him, your mind was probably far from thinking about the heat of your sexes pressed together through your clothes. “My day was… a bit stressful. But I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

You nodded, giving him a quick peck to his lips and smiling reassuringly at him. He smiled back, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes were darkened and hooded, the soft sparkle they usually had gone. “Now, tell me why are you on my lap?”

Your eyes briefly widened in confusion, that innocent look never leaving you. You tilted your head. “Just wanted to be close to you.”

“Is that all?”

You nodded. “Mhm. I missed you a lot today.” You looked down, his stare too intense, busying your hands with the necklace he wore around his neck. Minho grabbed your ass, giving it a squeeze as he pulled you closer, your crotch grinding against his. “Hm, what was that?”

“J-just missed you,” when you looked back up at him, his eyes were on your lips.

“Is that it?”

You didn’t answer, hiding your face in his neck. You whined his name, knowing your boyfriend would tease you to no end. “Look at me, baby.”

You raised your head, obeying his words. “Good girl.” He smiled at you before he dipped his head to kiss you. A sigh exhaled through your nose as Minho’s lips met yours. The kiss was slow, but no less sensual as it sliced the tension you built earlier by crawling on his lap. Minho felt you press your hips into his, that devilish smirk once again finding itself on his lips.

His lips made their way towards your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. “My shy girl, grinding her pussy on me.” Your eyes opened at the realization that your hips were moving on their own. “Minho…” your hips stuttered before stopping, your boyfriend continued talking.

“You sure you missed me? Or did she miss me?” His hand cupped your pussy through your bottoms. When you didn’t answer he spoke again. “Did this pussy miss me?” His voice was so soft, the vulgar words making you clench.

“Too shy to say, huh? Then let’s see what she has to say.” His hand dipped in your shorts, fingers running up and down your slit, your wetness already drenching it. “Is this okay?” He checked in. “Yes,” your voice was almost a whisper as you nodded.

His fingers slid easily, creating a wet slippery mess underneath your bottoms. The slight wet sounds made his cock twitch. “You hear her, baby? Sounds like she missed me too, hm?” You nodded your head, biting your lip as you made eye contact with your boyfriend. Minho grins.

You usually were never able to look him in the eyes as he played with your pussy. He’d tease you, tell you to look at him, pinching your clit harshly until you did. But now, your desperate eyes shamelessly pleaded with his, glazed over and low with lust.

“You’re turning into the perfect slut for me, baby.”

You nodded again, barely registering his words as your hips began to move, seeking more friction on his fingers, your clit brushing against his palm, a heat rising to your cheeks at the squelch it made. “Minho, please,” you whined. “Need more…”

Minho continued to caress your cunt, teasing your clit by barely touching it. Minho licked his lips, your fucked out gaze following the movement of the skilled tongue that you’ve come to know very well. “Tell me, then. Tell me who really missed me.”

You whined, your shyness returning, but Minho quickly slapped your ass with the other hand, giving you a stern look that you were afraid to challenge. You bit your lip, avoiding his eyes as you mumbled shyly. Minho's hand cracked against your ass again. You yelped, jumping a bit. Minho could feel your core pulsing against him. “Louder. And look me in the fucking eyes when you say it,” a harsh note entered his voice.

You obeyed, eyes wet with tears of frustration and embarrassment, but more wetness flooded into his hand. “My pussy missed you, really missed you.” You were surprised at how whiny your voice was. Minho really was doing things to you, molding you to satisfy and be satisfied by only him.

Minho grinned, bringing you in for a tender kiss as he slipped a finger inside. Your lips fumbled a bit against his, letting out a whimper as you tried to focus on finding a rhythm. It reminded Minho of when he gave you your first kiss, how nervous and awkward you were. But he loved it so much, loved how innocent you were, how he could be your first for many things, and corrupt you into a perfect plaything for him.

It didn’t take long for your clothes to be on the floor, your naked form in Minho's lap. He’d only managed to unbutton his shirt, his toned torso on display. His fingers were moving inside of you, curling on a sensitive spot as his thumb rubbed your clit. You held onto his shoulders, slightly bouncing on his hand.

“Look at you, baby. Riding my fingers, such a slut,” Minho rasped. He loved having you wrapped around his fingers, you tight, warm walls throbbing on him. He could only imagine what you would feel like around his cock, but it was up to you if you two would go that far yet. “Think you can handle something bigger, baby?”

Your heart beat faster as you immediately understood what he was asking. “Yes, please,” you breathed. Minho placed a hand on your hip to stop your movements, stilling his hand that was working on your core. His eyes were sincere as he looked in your eyes. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I need to hear you say it, princess.”

“Yes, Minho. I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately,” you admitted, already sensing the teasing as Minho's eyes became dark and playful again. He removed his hand from your panties, grabbing your hips as he flipped you under him on the couch. His lips immediately went to you neck, sucking and biting a mark into it. You moaned out loud as your legs fell open wider. “You’ve been thinking about my cock lately?”

He removed the rest of his clothes, leaving his boxers on. You watched him as he did, your eyes eventually drawn to his bulge. “Liked the show?” he teased, not giving you a chance to respond before he grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them up and to their sides a bit, exposing your cunt to him. You let out a surprised yelp, as you felt the cool air on your wetness. Minho licked his lips, watching your hole clench around nothing, you keening in embarrassment at being so exposed.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself. He couldn’t help it, your wet slit immediately tempting him to dip down and lick a stripe up your wetness. A high-pitched gasp left your mouth as he began to make out with your cunt, licking and sucking on your clit. You moaned and squirmed as you got closer to your high, but his hands on your thighs kept you pinned down. “Minho, I’m gonna cum, please, can I cum?”

The man groaned as he pulled away, a pop sounding out as he released the sensitive nub from his lips. It pained Minho to pull away from you, but not as much as it frustrated you, having the pleasure torn away from you twice tonight. He ran his fingertips down one of your inner thighs, admiringly as you shivered. “Want my sensitive girl to cum around my cock.”

He pulled his boxers down to his muscular thighs, his large, erect member twitching as he caught your wide eyes fixed on it. “Baby, do you still want this?” Minho asked again, your heart swelling at his concern. “Yes, I want this, it’s just… how will it fit?” your eyes flickered up to his.

Minho was officially convinced, you were going to be the death of him. “We’ll go slow,” he reassured you as he moved closer, rubbing his tip around your opening, spreading your slick around even more. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby. I promise.”

He pushed in slightly, closely watching your face for any discomfort. You were looking down, watching curiously as he pushed inside you. Your brow started to furrow, your mouth dropping open once Minho got half his length in. He stilled his hips.

“How does it feel, baby? Do you want to stop?” he breathed, holding himself back from just pushing forward, no matter how his body screamed at him to fuck the tight cunt in front of him hard. Minho hoped to the universe that you wouldn’t say no, but if you did, he would stop immediately.

“It’s so… feels full,” you couldn’t think straight, the weight between your legs foreign to you. Minho began to move his hips slowly, thrusting only half of his length in. “Does it hurt?”

“No, just feels different.”

Minho bit his lip, your wetness and warmth around even just half his cock was better than he imagined. After a few moments, he spoke. “You feel so good around me,” his voice was rougher than you’d ever heard it, your pussy clenching around him at the sound. Minho groaned. “I’m gonna try going deeper, okay?”

You gave him your approval, pleasure sparking in you as each of his thrusts began to get deeper and deeper, until he finally pushed all the way in. Your mouth fell open, your hands flying to his waist in reaction as he pressed his hips to yours.

He stopped moving, letting you get used to his cock inside you as he bent down to kiss you. Your arms found themselves around his neck, one of his hands finding your breasts and groping them. You moaned into his mouth, his hands finding yours and pinning them above your head. His fingertips slid down your arms before his elbows rested on either side of your head, looking down at where you both were connected. “So fucking warm, fuck,” he swore at the sight and feeling before bringing his attention back to you. “Can I move, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed. Minho began to thrust into you gently, moans leaving your lips as you felt the textures of his cock gliding along your snug walls. “Feels good,” you said. Minho smirked as he sat up, his hands finding your hips. “I’ll make it feel great.”

His thrusts got rougher, angling your hips until the head of his cock met the sensitive spot that his fingers were well acquainted with, after months of just playing with your pussy and making you cum on his fingers. Your toes curled as your hands floundered around for something to grab. They settled above you on the arm of the couch, keeping you from moving upwards on the couch as the force behind Minho’s thrusts increased. “Fuck, Minho,” you cursed between mewls.

Minho leant down again, grinding into you deeply as he held you in place by your shoulders. “My baby’s got such a dirty mouth. You like my cock that much? Like it so much that you turn into a dirty whore for me?”

“Yes!” you sobbed, Minho’s movements not only fucking his cock into you so deeply, so good, but also his pelvis grinding into your clit, heightening the pleasure. “I’m a dirty whore.”

“My dirty whore.” he growled, correcting you, a hand making its way around the front of your neck. You gasped in surprise, a rough moan clawing its way out, Minho taking that as a sign that you liked it. “Gonna have to fuck this little pussy more often, make sure it remembers me.”

“Yes! Please, I’m gonna…” your voice trailed off. Minho felt as your thighs tensed up, your back arching as your arms held onto him.

“You want to cum, baby?” Minho asked, squeezing the sides of your neck, feeling your cunt squeeze down harder on his cock. “Yes, please! Please, let me cum!” you begged. Minho sat up, his other hand traveling down to thumb at your clit, his thrusts speeding up, his hand around your throat holding you in place, making your head feel floaty as your high crashed over you.

You screamed his name, loud whines as your cunt clenched with each wave of your high. Minho rode out your high, your sound spurring him on as his hands found their way to your hips. His thrusts turned sloppy, his own moans and groans getting louder. He pulled out, stroking himself until he spilled on your stomach.

His chest heaved as he caught his breath, one of his hands pushing his hair out of his face, as the other rested on your thigh. His eyes were low, basking in the post-orgasm euphoria.

You sat up on your elbows, still catching your breath, but also taking in the sight of your freshly fucked out boyfriend. You looked down at the hot cum on your skin. The white puddle intrigued you. You always wondered what it would taste like, but of course you were too shy to ask your boyfriend to teach you how to suck him off. And what if you didn’t like it? Of course, Minho wouldn’t make you continue if you didn’t enjoy it, but you wouldn’t deny that it would be kind of awkward.

But now, figuring that this was the best opportunity, you bit your lip as you swiped a finger through the puddle, placing it on your tongue. You let out a hum at the salty taste, noting Minho’s incredulous expression as he looked back at you. He let out a unbelieving laugh, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. “You’re gonna kill me,” he rasped before leaning down, his tongue salivating and ready to lick you clean.

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