I literally fell in LOVE with the first prompt game so i basically screamed when i saw pt 2
Can i request IMG 1 #31, #34 and #44 for Changbin?
Do what ever u want with it, it'd be happy w/ anything🖤
SKZ Prompt Game
Prompts: "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."
"I might never get another chance to say this."
"I still remember the way you taste."
Relationship: Past Childhood Lover!FemReader x Crime Boss!Changbin
Genre: Angst, Light Smut
Warnings: Mentions of guns, violence, Criminal acts, Underworld Shit (clubs, prostitutes, drugs, illicit dealings, etc.). Knife Play, Dark Sex. Unprotected sex. (Wrap it kids.)
"I might never get another chance to say this-I love you."
"Why does it hurt so much to hear you say that?"
"Because you don't believe it?"
"Or because you don't mean it?"
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It's been ten years since you last saw Seo Changbin.
Ten years, and yet the moment your eyes meet his across the packed club, it's as if it was only yesterday.
After all-the pain, the hurt, the betrayal-it's all just as raw as if it were.
You'd known it was a bad idea to come here.
Known it the moment your best friend had invited you to your mutual coworker's bachelorette party, using the excuse that you 'needed to find some new dick to obsess over.'
She's right of course, you haven't had a good relationship-hell, let alone a good lay in a couple of years if you're being honest-but the moment the limo had pulled up to the most popular club in town, you'd known you were in deep shit.
Forget the fact that it's run by one of the biggest criminal gangs of the city.
Forget the fact that it's strippers and drinks and loud booming music and swanky atmosphere are only a legal façade for the dark, illegal underworld shit that happens underneath.
No, all of that on it's own should've tipped you off to the fact that this was a bad idea waiting to happen, should've made you fight and protest a little harder as the already tipsy group of girls and your best friend had dragged you laughing and singing past the bouncer, who merely gave a wave of his hand and nothing more than a second glance, as if you had some special standing invitation.
But it didn't, and you had gone along with it as they all giggled over their 'coveted invitation' and settled in at your table right in front of the main stage, as women way too fucking hot to be real had spun their poles, and men way too fucking ripped served drinks off of glittering golden trays.
The biggest fucking red flag of all, though, the thing that should've sent you running back to the limo, demanding the driver take you immediately home, locking the doors behind you, was not the false over the top glitz and glam of the club, your friends already slightly inebriated state, or the drugs covertly being served alongside drinks.
No, the biggest red flag of all, was now staring at you, eyes locked from across the club, lips pulled into a thin, stern line, muscles practically bulging out of his expensive Armani suit.
Seo Fucking Changbin.
Your childhood lover and ex boyfriend.
The only man who had ever successfully broken your heart, shattering it so thoroughly that you hadn't had a fulfilling relationship since.
And coincidentally, the owner of this club.
Oh, and the city's biggest crime boss. Did you forget to mention that?
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Fuck.
I haven't seen her in almost ten years, and now here she is, in my club of all places, fallen right into my lap.
She hasn't changed a bit-all big doe eyes and soft skin and perfect tits.
My dick twitches in my pants at the thought, and I release a long, slow breath, holding her in the line of my dark, hungry gaze.
Obsession curls tight around my chest, and a perverse sense of protectiveness itches at the back of my throat as one of the girls she came with leans over and whispers something in her ear, laughing, motioning to one of the passing servers.
She pulls her gaze from me for just a moment, following his movements, giving her friend a tight nod and a smile that plays along, though I can tell she's not really interested.
Still, watching her gaze follow the almost naked waiter makes me clench my teeth until my jaw pops.
As if she can still feel me staring, my eyes drilling into the side of her head, she glances back to me nervously, saying something to her friend under her breath, before she stands from the table and heads in the direction of the club's bathroom.
"God fucking dammit." I swear beneath my breath, and without thinking, push myself off my normal vantage point of wall, already making a beeline for the direction she had disappeared.
Of course she would run.
But now that I had her again, I wasn't going to let her go so easily.
Not like the first time.
Because now, unlike the last time she saw me, Seo Changbin didn't lose.
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"Excuse me." You murmur under the loud thumping of the music, the bass shaking the floor and reverberating through the heels you wear.
The man leaning against the wall in front of the women's bathroom glances at you in disinterest, pulling the lit cigarette from his lips as he blows a stream of smoke into the dusky club air.
The woman hanging off his arm stares at you with open disdain on her pretty features.
You try again, louder this time, attempting to push past them now.
The more time you waste, the faster Seo Changbin is closing in.
"Excuse me, I just need to use the bathroom-"
A hand comes down on your outstretched arm-grip firm, fingers curling around your wrist-and you're caught off guard, stunned into terrified silence, as you look up and see Seo Changbin towering over you, an unreadable expression on his features.
He glances toward the couple blocking the bathroom. "Lino, you're in charge till I get back."
The man-Lino-smirks and blows out another puff of smoke, leaning his head back against the wall behind him as he nods. Your eyes are drawn to the bold, dark tattoo of a cat's gaping maw-sharp teeth dripping with saliva-that covers his throat. "Sure thing, boss."
Without another word, Seo Changbin turns on his heel, and begins easily pulling you along behind him through the throngs of people packed in the club.
"Hey, stop, my friends-" You protest, because it's the only thing you can think to say in your frantic, panicked state, but he doesn't give you a backward glance, and for the most part, neither do the clubgoers.
In fact, they seem to part for him, like his presence alone is intimidating enough to clear a path for the two of you.
It probably is.
He leads you around the bar, tugging you easily even when you struggle, and up a flight of stairs you'd never noticed before, tucked back behind the display of jeweled tone alcohols and glittering glasses.
It leads to a quiet, dark hallway lined with doors, and the music from below is a distant pounding now, as he strides to the last door and inserts a code on the keypad.
The lock clicks, and Seo Changbin shoves you inside.
You stumble a little at the forward motion, the release of his fingers finally from your wrist, but manage to right yourself, glaring at him as he leans against the once again closed door, muscular arms crossed across his chest.
When he doesn't immediately say anything, you take the opportunity.
"Funny, is this how you treat all your guests?" There is sharpness in your tone, but your words wobble just a bit.
You hide your trembling fingers in the folds of your dress, and force yourself to hold his dark stare.
"No." He remarks, face still unreadable, body unmoving. "Just ghosts."
His words send a painful thrum through you already stinging heart, but you don't let the reaction show on your face, tipping your chin up and staring him down defiantly.
Maybe a bad idea, considering the biggest crime boss in the city is standing across from you, locked in the same room, but you're angry, and you don't care if he knows.
"I'm leaving now. My friends will be wondering where I went-"
He scoffs, leaning more heavily against the door, as you take a brave step toward him.
"Pet, your friends were drunk when they stumbled in here. They're probably six shots deep with my table boys by now and don't even remember you exist."
The use of the old nickname makes your body stiffen and go cold, like you've suddenly been doused in freezing water.
"You're at my mercy currently, pet. Mine."
A shadow crosses Seo Changbin's face, and he pushes off the door, crossing the room to the desk, and as he passes you, you can't stop yourself from shrinking away.
He flicks dark eyes toward you at the movement, as he straddles the chair behind the desk, and you don't miss the way his inked fingers flex on the back as he settles, strong and capable of ripping you to pieces.
They've done it once, why not again?
"Ah." He muses beneath his breath, as if to himself, his eyes slowly flicking down your outline, and you resist the urge to back away beneath is penetrating stare. "So you are scared of me. Wise, little pet, I'm a dangerous man."
You tip your chin, and pray to god your next words don't tremble.
"I'm not scared of you. You've done your worst on me already, what else could you possibly take?"
His eyes flash dangerously, and his lips curve into the hint of a smirk that makes your knees weak and a chill run down your spine.
"Everything, pet, everything."
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Fuck, she's even more addicting up close.
When I locked her in here with me, I didn't account for the fact that I'd be able to smell her perfume-faint whiffs of something floral-or see every flawless inch of her skin clearly, soft and spilling out of that tiny dress like it belongs to me.
And it does, she just doesn't know it yet.
It always has.
I adjust slightly on my seat, my hard on growing uncomfortable at the thought, and cock my head, studying her, watching the way her chest rises and falls with fast breaths, the way her pulse flutters against her throat.
She's scared, and it's intoxicating.
Still, she's a spitfire, and it's something I've always admired about her.
"What do you want, Changbin?" She snaps out, and I swear to god, hearing my name on her lips after so long is almost enough to make me come.
Instead, I arch a brow, and settle back into my seat.
"You." I reply back simply, bluntly, and watch the emotions flicker across her face at my answer-surprise, fear, anger.
"You had me." She spits back, hands clenching into fists, the movement rustling the thin slip of her dress against her thigh.
I resist the urge to let my gaze trail down to the swathe of skin I know has been revealed, but only barely.
She takes a brave step forward, eyes flashing.
"You had me, and then you threw me away, for this." She gestures vaguely at the room around us, the club below us, the music still pounding dully through the floor.
Anger threatens to crawl up my throat at her blatant naivety, but I swallow it down, and instead, say calmly, coolly, "I never stopped thinking about you."
"It's not enough." She hurls out angrily, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.
She always was an angrier crier, something I'd teased her about for years, something that irritated her to no end.
"It's not enough, because you fucking broke my heart, Changbin, you stomped on it, shattered it, and ruined everything good for me ever again."
Something about her words catches my attention, alighting my interest.
Before I can ask her about it, she angrily swipes at her eyes and turns, stomping toward the door.
"I'm leaving. Let me go."
She tugs at the locked knob to no avail, and I tuck back a smile at how cute she looks struggling to get free.
Caught, little pet, you're mine now.
I reach into the drawer of the desk and pull out the dagger I keep there, calmly weaving it through my fingers, waiting for her to give me her attention once again.
She huffs out an exasperated breath, turning to me with fire in her eyes, "Changbin-"
She freezes the moment she sees the knife.
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Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
He has a knife, and now he's going to kill you.
Your breath stalls in your throat, as Changbin flips the knife easily around in his fingers, seeming to admire the way it flashes in the low light of the room.
"I did it for you, you know." He muses, more to himself than anything, and you can't seem to take your gaze off the knife, swallowing hard against the dryness suddenly coating your mouth.
He glances up at you, and his dark eyes connect with yours, the knife stilling in his fingers.
Something jumps to life in your stomach.
"It doesn't matter." You manage to choke out, backing against the solidness of the door, your knees suddenly weak.
You hate to admit it, as he stands and stalks toward you, like a predator cornering its prey, that it's not entirely from fear.
"It does though." He remarks softly, closing in on you, expression serious, knife still dangling from his fingers. "Because some shitty street-fighting kid from the slums who could barely read couldn't provide for you, protect you, love you like you deserved."
He glances down, close now, the knife held between you.
Your breath is shallow, and your pulse is pounding.
"But Seo Changbin-crime boss, club owner,, millionaire-he absolutely could do all those things. All those things and more."
You swallow hard, as he glances up at you.
The heat in his eyes has warmth pooling between your thighs, and your next words come out on an unconvincing stutter.
"I'm not scared of you."
He smirks, dark brow arching.
"I know. But you're scared of the way my darkness coaxes your own to come out and play."
You jump as you feel the cold, flat edge of the dagger press into the skin of your upper thigh.
You gasp in a breath, and Changbin's eyes darken at the sound.
"Aren't you, pet?"
He slides the dagger slowly up your leg, rotating it so the sharp point pricks the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and you bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop the whimper that's threatening to escape.
"S-stop." You choke out, though your body is screaming, reacting, telling him to keep going, a direct contradiction to your shaky words.
He arches a brow, and keeps going.
"Funny, pet, isn't it-" He muses, still dragging the tip of the dagger across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "-how our words can tell one story, but our bodies betray us every time."
The dagger tip dips into the traitorous wetness coating your skin beneath the short hem of your dress, and you take in a shuddering breath, your chest brushing his.
Triumph flashes in Changbin's eyes, and he leans in, removing the knife, before he brings it up to your chest, flicking the pebble of your peaking nipples through the almost sheer fabric of your dress.
The action makes you gasp, bucking your hips and arching into him involuntarily.
"Ah. There she is. Come out to play."
You swallow, hard, and he leans close, his breath brushing your jaw, nose skimming your ear.
He takes a deep inhale, nose buried in your hair, and releases it slowly, making you shiver.
A growl builds in his chest.
"God, pet, you're like a fucking drug, you know that?"
He slips the tip of the knife below your chin, forcing you to drop your head back against the door, staring up at him.
His eyes are dark, swallowed entirely by his pupils, and it sends your stomach swooping.
He reaches out, letting his thumb drag roughly across the full plumpness of your bottom lip.
"I still remember the way you taste."
Something in his tone, in the way he says the words, tells you he's not talking about your mouth any longer.
The thought sends instant molten heat directly to your core, and a surge of dark confidence spiraling inside of you.
You arch your brow at him in challenge.
"Wanna test the accuracy of your memory then?"
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God, she's fucking incredible.
Staring back at me like she's the one holding the knife, and it's not currently pressed to the soft, fleshy underbelly of her jaw.
My dick is so hard it's painful.
In a minute, I tell it silently, because there's still something from earlier, something she said, that I need to get to the bottom of first.
"Patience, pet." I murmur, a warning as much to her as to myself, as I take in a long inhale through my nose, and trace the column of her throat carefully with the sharp tip of the knife.
I don't miss the way her nipples harden even further with the motion.
"First, there's something we need to address."
"What?" She asks breathlessly, and the breathy quality of her voice has me groaning, digging my free hand into the door beside her head, if only to keep myself from bending her over the desk and taking her now.
"Earlier-" I grit out past clenched teeth, forcing myself to take an inhale once more and smooth over my expression. God, she's got me in a fucking chokehold, doesn't she? "-you said something about me ruining everything good for you ever again."
She flinches at the words between us, but I keep going.
"What did you mean, pet?"
At first, I think she'll resist, refuse to tell me, defiance flashing in her eyes briefly, but it's gone as quickly as it came, and she slumps against the door, letting out a long breath, something sad replacing the fiery look in her expression.
Fuck, I like the fire, bring back the fire.
This? This-melancholy, aching sadness? That's not the pet I know.
Another shuddering breath leaves her lips, and then she whispers into the stillness of the air between us, "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."
Well, fuck.
I tangle my fingers in her hair and yank her head back.
"Well, now you don't have to." I growl out.
Surprise flashes briefly across her face, and then my lips are on hers in a bruising kiss, my knife still at her throat.
Fucking hell, she tastes just like I remember-sweet and soft and god, so fucking responsive.
She mewls as I lick into her mouth, and the sound goes straight to my already painfully hard dick.
The obsessions curls like dark, thick tendrils around my chest, squeezing so tight I can hardly breathe, and I know, I'll never love another woman like I love her.
Mine.
I separate us with a tug on her hair, and she whines at the loss of contact, and fuck, she's pretty.
Her eyes glazed, her lips parted, slick and swollen from my tongue, hair messy and wound between my fingers.
So fucking pretty, my pet.
I flick underneath her chin with the tip of the dagger, jerking my head over my shoulder in the direction of my desk.
"Get on the desk. Now."
She lifts her chin, defiance flashing across her gaze. "And if I don't?"
Ah. There she is. That's the pet I know, her darkness matching my own.
I tug harder on her hair in response, and let the dagger dig deeper into her throat. A single droplet of crimson blood beads beneath the blade.
"Now, pet." I command darkly, and this time, she listens.
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You slide your ass back on the desk, careful not to disturb anything or knock it to the ground, but you shouldn't have bothered, because Changbin sweeps it all off with a crash as soon as he reaches you.
You start a little at the sound of shattering glass, but he ignores everything but you, eyes dark and predatory, knife still in his hand.
"Spread your legs." He commands, and you do so without much thought, because resisting him this long has made you ache.
His palms go on your knees, spreading you wider for him, and glancing down at you, he lets out a growl of frustration beneath his breath, before slicing your panties cleanly off with the knife in one smooth motion, throwing them aside.
"Changbin-" You gasp out, but he ignores you, tossing the blade aside before sinking to his knees between your legs.
"You know I don't like barriers, pet. I'm not a patient man."
He glances up at you, expression hungry, eyes dark.
A slight smirk curves his lips.
"Now, let's see if memory serves, hm, pet?"
And without warning, he drops his mouth to you.
Fuck, you forgot how talented Changbin is with his tongue.
You choke on your breath, arching your back, your fingers tangling into his hair, whimpers leaving your lips without your bidding, erratic and frenzied.
He doesn't stop until your legs are shaking and you're crying out his name on every other breath, coming so hard you see stars, and even then, he doesn't pull back until you're begging him to stop, body on the verge of collapse.
He sits back, large palms still on your inner thighs, and slowly licks his shining lips, holding your gaze the whole time.
A shaky, insane sort of laugh leaves you, your body jello, lying splayed on his desk, your ripped panties god knows where.
"So?"
He tilts his head, eyes darkening.
"Better than I remembered, pet. So much fucking better."
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She sits up then, which, I'll give her credit for, because I really gave it my all, and her arms are visibly shaking, but the stubborn look is back on her face, and my god, it takes everything in my willpower not to immediately dive back between her heavenly legs and make her come until she's screaming my name again.
Instead, I wait, as she scoots to the edge of my desk and motions me forward with a crook of her finger.
Anyone else's head would be on the line if they pulled that shit with me, but not her, never her.
God, I'm fucking in deep.
"This is a nice suit." She muses, twisting her fingers through the belt loops, tugging me closer.
"You think so, pet?" I murmur back, not even bothering to hide my smirk.
"Mhm." She hums back, before something wicked comes across her pretty features. "It stays on."
Ah, dark little pet.
Her fingers make quick work of the zipper and closure, and I can't stop the groan that passes my lips as I finally spring free.
She doesn't miss the sound, tugging me back with her as she lays back on the desk, eyes flashing with triumph that goes straight to my already steely hard on.
"How long?" She asks, and I know what she's implying by the darkly mischievous look on her pretty face.
"Ever since you walked into the goddamn club, pet."
Fucking boner hasn't gone away since.
I groan again as she finally fists me, and the sound drops into a growl as she teases me, brushing me along the warm, soft skin of her thighs.
My hand comes up to clamp down on her own.
"Put it in, pet, or I'll do it myself."
Her brow arches in challenge, and god, if that doesn't turn me on.
"Condom?" She asks, and I immediately shake my head.
"No barriers, pet."
I see her chest rise and fall with a quick breath, as if she's fully taking in what that means, and then without warning, she slides me inside.
Fuck, if I don't see stars.
I could be inside this woman forever.
I brace myself on the desk and take in a breath, frozen for a moment, because now that I'm finally feeling her again, I feel as if I might explode, and I want this moment to last forever.
She shifts, clenching, making me let out a hiss through my teeth, and when I glance up at her, she's smirking.
It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.
She arches a brow in a challenge of her own.
"Move, Changbin, or I'll do it myself."
I growl, leaning forward to collar her throat with my hand, and as I do so, I thrust, making her gasp and arch against the desk.
"Careful what you wish for, pet."
She smiles, and I feel her darkness twine around my own.
It's the best fucking feeling in the entire world.
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