(3) the other bedroom
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The second bedroom is definitely the best option – not only granting you the advantages of hiding underneath or inside the furniture but also letting Minho think you’d rather choose your own one.
While grabbing the door knob, the first idea that shoots to your mind is to hide in the spacious wardrobe, which you do. Similar to your expectations, it’s left empty there, only a few coat hangers floating above your head.
You’ve made it, Y/N. Minho won’t find you here, you think to yourself trying to regain stability over your breathing. The combination of running up the stairs and the general excitement about the whole game is visible in the pace of your lungs as they have been trying to gasp for air.
The volume of your body turns down and there’s still no sound in sight, until you hear a rattling noise in the room. Weird. No one has entered the bedroom which means there has to be another person here.
You hear a collision followed by a loud groaning sound next, before footsteps approach the wardrobe you’re currently located in.
This can’t be Minho. Who’s hiding under the bed and already giving up? The clumsiness tells you it could be Jisung but you might be wrong.
The sound approaches you further.
And further.
And even further.
Until the wardrobe door swings open and another person joins you inside the cramped furniture.
“Wait– I’ll turn on the flashlight on my phone,” he says and you reckon that voice.
“Are you dense? What if he sees us?”
Changbin scoffs, before disregarding your sentence and turning on the lamp for a few seconds to reposition himself and make himself feel more comfortable – well, as much as that’s possible considering the limited space inside.
“Ouch,” you cry out, when he accidentally hits your elbow with his own. “Watch out.”
Your brother’s best friend mumbles a quiet ‘sorry’ until the both of you turn silent again, so silent you could hear a pin hit the floor. Minho hasn’t found you yet and you’re sure he’s searching on the ground level first, granting you more time here and a higher chance of winning.
Until Changbin, that always so obnoxiously loud guy, starts talking.
“Didn’t expect you to follow my offer, Y/N.”
You hesitate to answer, both because you don’t want to make even the slightest noise and you’re not sure what to reply, knowing exactly what he’s hinting at. The tension is back at the same level it used to be on the sofa and your heart increases its pace within seconds.
“Be quiet.”
“Didn’t expect you to tell me that either, especially when we’re hiding in a wardrobe–“
“Stop it,” you loudly whisper, placing the palm of your hand over his teasing mouth and you swear you can feel him smirk against your skin. It makes your head go dizzy, your mind becomes attached to taking risks and you blame it both on the ongoing atmosphere and the odd situation you’re in.
The both of you don’t say anything for another minute and there’s still no Minho in sight. But, as usual, Changbin can’t shut up for more than a few seconds and it’s at this moment you realise, your hand is still attached to his lips.
Those plump, beautiful–
He grabs your wrist and pulls your arm away with no effort, before he says, “I meant it. I like spending time with you alone, though I didn’t expect a situation like this.”
You softly smile at his confession, preferring the romantic way the conversation has chosen now. “I like spending time with you, too. I feel comfortable around you, Binnie.”
Binnie.
That nickname.
You always used to call him that when you were younger. Whenever your brother teased you, no matter if on the playground, during a board game or even hide and seek, Changbin rushed to you afterwards and comforted you. Sometimes he even defended you in front of your brother, not caring that he would be called names after.
“Can I ask you something?” Your friend speaks again.
You simply nod, your face just a bit visible in the dim light of his phone.
“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”
You hastily nod now, allowing Changbin to align his lips with your own. Instantly taking in his scent, you let him guide you through the movements, his mouth moving so expertly with yours. He doesn’t wait slipping his tongue inside, knowing the both of you have waited so long and the fact your time is restricted right now, makes you rush further.
The kiss deepens oh so quickly, as Changbin somewhat pulls you closer in this narrow space. One of his hands disappears under your shirt and he feels you smirk against his lips, a slight moan escaping your own at the sensation of his skin brushing over yours.
It feels as if you’re both caught in a dream, completely occupied in his movements, when the wardrobe door swings open, revealing Minho behind it.
“Oh, Y/N, what would your brother think if he could see this?” He teases you, before he disappears again, on his way to find your other friends.
“Piss off and close the door behind you,” Changbin shouts after him.
“I have to bleach my eyes first,” you hear Minho mock you in the distance.
You both begin chuckling, before you get back to your previous encounter. Changbin doesn’t want to waste any more time, when he already pulls your sweatpants down, helping you on top of his lap.
Though cramped, you’re able to grind on his still covered crotch, his bulge pressing right against your panties. Once you attach your lips to Changbin’s again, he lets his fingers wander between your legs, slowly grazing over your pussy.
“So wet, hm? Just from humping my clothed cock, huh? Didn’t take you for a slut.”
A tingling sensation shoots right down to your core at the usage of the last word, adding to the filthiness of the whole situation you’re in. You’ll fully believe what’s happening later but you can’t help yourself – Changbin looks ethereal underneath you and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.
Quickly, you’re both simultaneously fumbling with his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down, while Changbin accidentally hits his knee on the wooden wall of the wardrobe, letting out a loud grunting sound.
“Save your moans for me, Binnie,” you flirt, pushing your drenched laces aside. Changbin gives his erected length a few strokes, preparing himself for what’s yet to come. Quite literally.
Positioning yourself right above him, you slowly sink down on his cock, feeling him spread you out so deliciously. He fits perfectly, your walls immediately clenching around him, as you’re getting used to the feeling.
“Fuck– I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you in this wardrobe, baby. Always knew you’re a naughty one,” Changbin sighs, gripping your hips for better stability.
You start bumping up and down on him, your knees brushing against the hard wooden floor and you will definitely regret this position later but after all your options are as limited as possible.
“Right now I’m the one fucking you, don’t you think, Binnie?”
The boy chuckles and nods, tightening the grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t– fuck, don’t stop, baby.”
The built up is intense – as intense as you’ve never experienced it before. Especially, whenever Changbin looks into your eyes, reminding you of the unholiness of this whole encounter.
“You feel so good, Y/N. Wanted this for so long.”
You pick up your pace, already feeling the both of you getting closer, your highs within reach. “Me too, Binnie– feels s-so good.”
He starts rutting into you from underneath now, helping you a bit, as he feels your movements get sloppier.
“So good for me, hm? Such a good slut, unable to wait any longer and spreading her legs for me, offering her tight cunt in this wardrobe.”
Fuck, where the hell is this new demeanour coming from?
He’s driving you closer to the edge.
And closer.
And even closer.
Until you cum all over him, your pussy sucking him into you even further, before you trigger his own orgasm. Changbin manages to pull out at the last second, spilling his seeds all over your thighs.
“We should hide together more often.”
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