#changbin one shot

[godslino]

GUTTER BALL | changbin first date series. one night stand to lovers.

pairing: changbin x fem!reader word count: 5.2k genre: non idol au, fluff warnings: implied sexual content, swearing, mentions of drinking summary: a one night stand with changbin ends in pancakes and the promise of a date. the rest is history.

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The first thing you notice when you wake up is that this is not your room.

Blackout curtains, a lamp on the bedside table painting the walls in a warm glow, navy blue sheets that are pulled over your bare chest and—oh.

Oh.

“Fuck,” you mutter, throwing your arm over your eyes, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Everything comes flooding back in an instant: the bar, dark curly hair, one too many drinks, a voice low in your ear, stumbling through his apartment door, the most ripped arms you’ve ever seen, and that tongue—

The sound of a door unlocking shakes you from your thoughts, followed by shoes being kicked off as you scramble to sit up and hug the sheet tighter around your body.

What was his name—Changbin? Changbin. That sounds right. At least from the memories you have where it was coming out in strangled moans from your throat. Which is dry, by the way, undoubtedly from the amount of alcohol and the…strain it was put through.

You don’t really have time to unpack that particular part of last night’s events when there’s a knock at the door—funny, because this is his room.

Flattening your back against the headboard, you clear your throat as best you can, “Come in.”

When it opens, Changbin’s head pops through, tufts of his hair sticking out from under a baseball cap. “Hey,” he says softly before stepping all the way in. He takes one look at you, your hands holding the bedsheet in a death grip, and wordlessly walks over to his dresser.

“I bought food,” he says with his back turned, pulling out a sweatshirt. He pulls out a few sweatpants too, shuffles through them until he finds some with a drawstring, and then turns back around to face you with the clothes held in his hand.

He looks…apologetic? Nervous? Really, really cute? That’s not a question, actually. He is cute.

You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’re seeing him in better lighting for the first time, or maybe because you’re sober, or maybe because the only other image you have of him is when he’s hovering over your body and making you see stars, but you can’t help the little fluttering feeling that starts in your chest when he gives you a small smile.

“Your dress is kind of…I, uh…it’s ripped.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in shock at the same time you feel heat rush to your cheeks. “Oh,” is all you can say as you desperately try to remember that part of the night. Hands are all you see, big and strong, and you silently let your gaze fall to them as he moves forward to place the clothes at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, “You can have these. They should fit you, and I don’t mind losing them. Consider it my reimbursement for ruining your dress.”

You lean forward slowly, still holding the blanket to your chest, and Changbin has to stop himself from staring at the exposed skin of your shoulder when your hair falls forward in the process. “These are—” your eyes go wide, “Balenciaga?!”

He blinks like you didn’t just name drop a brand that sells singular articles of clothing for double your paycheck. “Yeah?”

“I can’t take this.”

“Why not?”

“This costs more than me,” you say incredulously.

He moves to argue, but then a slow grin starts to spread across his face. He tones it down, minimizes it to a single upturn of the left side of his mouth. “I mean, you don’t have to wear anything. I don’t mind either way.” Changbin smirks, and you narrow your eyes.

“However,” he continues, “I would really, really like to see you in my clothes.”

🎳

“He gave you a what hoodie?” Felix’s voice is distant on the other end of the line. The clicking of his keyboard stops, there’s a rustle, and then suddenly his mouth is a lot closer to the speaker than it’d previously been.

Changbin’s en suite is huge, just like his bedroom. Once he slipped out to give you privacy, claiming he was going to set up the food, you’d allowed yourself to fully take in your surroundings. A california king sized bed, a walk in closet, an attached bathroom with a balcony.

You sigh, leaning back against the marble sink. Changbin’s sweats sit low on your hips, his hoodie all but swallowing your figure into the material.

“That’s not the point, Felix. Were you even listening to me? An entire five minute monologue about how I’m in his house and all you care about is the Balenciaga?”

“Does he have any, like, really hot friends?”

“Felix.”

“Wait. Is he really hot?”

“Felix!” you bring a hand to your forehead, using your thumb and middle finger to rub at the spots just above your eyebrows. “You’re not helping here.”

“Okay,” Felix says, his voice low, “It’s just that I’m having an issue seeing what the problem is.” You pinch the bridge of your nose to fight the oncoming headache as Felix rambles on.

“This guy brought you back to his place, rocked your world, and then what? Cuddled you? Bought you breakfast? Gave you his clothes that are worth more than my car and is now waiting for you to come out of his bathroom and enjoy a nice meal? And that’s bad because…?”

“You know what? I’m hanging up.”

“The hell you are! I left my fucking fortnite match for this! You’d better go out there and—” You slam your phone down on the bathroom counter, the sound echoing. If Felix wasn’t going to validate your very unnecessary nerves, then so be it.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, unfamiliar with the person looking back. It’s a little jarring, the sight of you in someone else’s clothes. A man’s clothes, no less.

It’s been a long time since you’ve had anything close to this sort of…intimacy. Hookups are normal for you, sure. But the mornings after are usually never more than a hurried goodbye as you gather your things and haul ass out the door. Most of the time you don’t even stay, sobered up enough after your post-coital state to slip out into the night and call an uber.

Your memory had come back in full as you were slipping Changbin’s clothes on once he left the room. The sex was great—amazing even. But afterwards, when he turned over and slipped an arm around your waist and hooked his chin on your shoulder was what really scared you.

Okay, maybe scared is an exaggeration. You aren’t scared, it’s just been a while. So what if you don’t crave male validation? Sex is the fun part anyways. Dating doesn’t necessarily go well for you, and feelings are definitely off the table when it comes to hookups. Because that’s all it is: a hookup. Changbin is no different.

You give yourself a total of thirty more seconds before braving a step out into the hallway, sheepishly peeking around the corner.

The apartment is unsurprisingly huge as well: a high ceiling, intricate marble flooring, a chandelier hung in the center of the living room that reflects the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-wall windows on the opposite side.

“Woah,” you say to no one in particular, walking into the dining room area, “This place is intense.”

Changbin looks up from his phone. His hat is off now, a mop of curls sit messily on his head, thick-rimmed glasses are situated at the tip of his nose, his arms—straining against the fabric of his black t-shirt—rest heavily on the table. You watch as he lets his eyes travel the length of you, painfully slow, something unreadable behind them.

“Food’s ready,” is all he says with a smile.

You sit down across from him, eyes wide. It’s like he bought out the entirety of an IHOP while you were asleep. There’s pancakes and waffles, hash browns and toast, an assortment of fruit, two different omelets, two cups of coffee, and at least five different types of syrup options.

“Are we…” you trail off, meeting his expectant gaze, “…expecting other people?”

Changbin nervously scratches his chin. “No, uh, I just—I didn’t know what you liked. And you were sleeping, so…yeah. I tried to cover all the bases.”

When you don’t respond, your eyes transfixed on him, he clears his throat. “Please eat,” he says, extending a hand to gesture at the food, “Let me know if there’s anything else you want.”

“Thank you,” you say, grabbing a fork. Changbin waits until he’s certain you don’t immediately hate it and then starts to eat, too.

It’s quiet, comfortable, sounds of cutlery clinking against plates are the only thing filling the silence as the two of you try to soothe your hangovers with full stomachs. You steal glances at him throughout, watch the way his lips pout when he chews, and then shyly look back down at your plate when he catches you staring. It’s kind of sweet, the idea that he did all this despite only having met you twelve hours ago.

It should be more awkward, too. You’re going to have to talk at some point. There’s an elephant in the room that’s shaped a lot like post-nut clarity mixed with morning-after regret and neither of you are making a move to address it.

“So um, about last night…” Changbin starts a few minutes later. He looks nervous, like he doesn’t know how to vocalize what he plans on saying next.

You nod, putting your fork down. This was to be expected. “I’ll be out as soon as I’m done eating, don’t worry.” Changbin’s head snaps in your direction. “It was really nice of you to get food and stuff, so thank you. I can put my dress back on too so that way I don’t have to take—”

“What?” Changbin furrows his eyebrows, “No. Wait. I’m not kicking you out, Jesus.”

You blink. “You’re not?”

“Of course not.” He stills. “Is that how these things usually go for you?”

Well that isn’t exactly a question you planned on answering. What are you supposed to say? Yeah haha I actually just kind of leave before they have a chance to come back from the bathroom?

“I mean, is that not how it goes for you?”

The blush that spreads across Changbin’s cheeks is hard to ignore. “I don’t—uh…I don’t do this.”

“You don’t buy girls breakfast after you sleep with them?”

“No I don’t—I don’t bring girls home.” He admits.

Oh.

“So I’m…?” The first, you want to ask.

“Yeah.”

Oh.

You’ve never been in this situation before. Apparently that’s Changbin’s specialty: helping you experience things that you normally wouldn’t.

“Listen,” he starts again, licking his lips. His leg is bouncing nervously, visible through the glass table. “I didn’t intend to sleep with you last night. Not because I didn’t want to! Fuck, I—I wanted to. And it was…God, it was amazing. But I feel kind of bad, because everything is out of order and I don’t want it to seem like I’m only trying to ask you now just because I want to get in your pants again or something but like—”

“Changbin,” you cut him off, “Breathe. You don’t—whatever it is you want to say, you can say it.”

He visibly relaxes as soon as his name comes out of your mouth.

“Can I take you on a date?”

There’s a long silence that follows, one that makes you question whether or not he actually said what you think he did. It feels a little surreal, not just the situation but Changbin himself. You went into this blind, completely void of any expectations, but somehow came out of it with—

“A…date?” you ask hesitantly.

“A date.” He repeats, more confident this time. “A real one. Not just a hookup. I mean, I thought you were beautiful—still do! That’s why I approached you at first. I wasn’t expecting to come back here but we were both drinking and then one thing lead to another and your face was so close and I—”

“Okay.” You say, stabbing at a piece of pancake with your fork.

“Okay?” Changbin asks, blinking at you like he didn’t hear correctly.

“I mean,” you swallow your food, “Typically I’d say you’re just trying to sleep with me, because what guy does all of this for a girl he knows literally nothing about?” Changbin nods in understanding. “But we’re kind of past that, aren’t we? So clearly you don’t have any other motives.”

He shakes his head vehemently. “No. Nope. Definitely don’t.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, to which he visibly pales. “Wait, not like that. I just mean that I’m motivated by the fact that you’re beautiful and I want to get to know you not…anything else.”

When you laugh it’s soft, no more than a few heavy exhales out of your nose. Changbin wishes he could hear it more, could get you to open up to him. “I’m not too sure there’s much you’d want to know.” You admit.

“Well that’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”

His tone is different now, much more confident. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s more at ease with the conversation, or maybe it’s because he wants to prove you wrong. Either way, it makes anticipation stir deep in your gut. Changbin is different, a good different.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.”

“So it’s a date?” He picks up a piece of watermelon with his fork, holds it out to you in some sort of a toast.

“Depends,” you poke another piece of your pancakes and let it hover in front of your face, “Are you gonna buy more of these?”

“I could make that happen.” He smiles, and for the first time you let yourself get lost in it.

“Then yeah,” you push your hand forward, clinking the sides of your forks together, “It’s a date.”

🎳

changbin [8:30am]

for you 🥞

you [8:31am]

are you going to do this every day?

changbin [8:31am]

absolutely

what kind of a man would that make me if i didn’t deliver your pancakes in the morning?

you [8:34am]

a normal one

changbin [8:34am]

sounds boring

do you want syrup with those?

🎳

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.” Felix says, leaning against the doorframe. He watches as you adjust your hair in the mirror, a wary look on his face from where you can see his reflection over your shoulder.

It’s been two weeks since you and Changbin hooked up. You’ve texted nonstop since then, most of it just casual conversation. It’s kind of nice; you get to hear about his day, what songs he’s currently listening to, and find out that he’s one hundred percent committed to the pancake bit. You let him know more about yourself too: your job, your annoying coworkers, which one of your comfort shows you’re rewatching for the fourth time. Changbin makes it a point to text you every morning and every night. You open your eyes to a pancake delivery and then close them after answering the question of: What type of pancakes do you want tomorrow?

Today, it was blueberry. Because today is the day you’re finally going on your date—and because Changbin’s sheets (that you haven’t stopped thinking about for some reason) are blue.

“What’s there to not believe, Lix?” you ask, turning to face him.

“I’m just worried.” He says, walking forward to place both hands on your shoulders. His face is serious, eyebrows pulled together slightly in that concerned look you know too well. Felix has seen firsthand what your last relationship did to you, spent nights with you tucked under his arm as you cried it out and he shoveled ice cream into your mouth. So yeah, he has the room to be worried.

“What if you mess up and I lose my chance to be his friend so he can give me a Balenciaga hoodie?”

Record scratch. Freeze frame. Whatever the hell happens in the tv shows. You shove his arms away with a scoff, rolling your eyes when he stumbles to the side as he laughs.

“You are so annoying.”

“And you better not ruin my chances of getting with one of his producer friends!” Felix calls out as you walk towards the living room. “I saw a cute one on his instagram. Don’t know his name—there was no tag, but oh my God, I love his nose.”

“You went through his socials?” you ask in disbelief, staring at him as he bends down to rummage through the fridge.

“Uh, yeah? Had to make sure he wasn’t some sort of weirdo that could possibly turn out to be a serial killer. Please, I’m not that bad of a best friend.”

“Sure. Whatever you say.” You smile, laughing at the pout he shoots your way.

Changbin’s got his hands in his pockets when you swing the door open. His hair is even fluffier than you remember, a white t-shirt hugging his chest perfectly beneath his jacket and—the glasses. The damn glasses. Your stomach starts churning at the sight, the smallest of cracks in your reserve starting to form.

“You’re early,” you say, giving him a questioning look.

Changbin shrugs. “I was excited.”

“Sweet talking to me isn't gonna work, you know?”

“I don’t have a reason to sweet talk, I’m just being honest.” Changbin’s teeth are white when he flashes them, bright and sincere. He makes talking so easy, like he’s practiced it a thousand times. You like that.

“Well,” you clear your throat, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Changbin grins, grabbing your hand and leading you down towards his car.

🎳

Changbin, as you come to find out, is full of surprises.

First, he’s ridiculously good at driving. One hand on the wheel, the other mindlessly playing with yours where his hand rests on top of your thigh. The way he maneuvers the car is, well, it’s hot. It’s also really hard to focus your attention anywhere but his hands, especially when you know what they can do.

Second, he’s really, really silly. Most of the usual small talk made on a first date was done over text since it took so long to find a day that both of you were free, but that just made it so falling into step beside one another was that much easier.

Changbin isn’t afraid to sing along with whatever song is on the radio. In fact, he’s actually really good at singing. Well, when he’s not forcing the dramatics and belting at the top of his lungs while he pretends to romantically serenade you in the passenger’s seat. You can’t help but giggle, swatting his hand away when he makes exaggerated gestures in your direction during certain high notes.

Third, he makes your heart flutter. And not just the usual Oh you’re cute kind. No. Changbin makes your heart feel like it’s going to melt into the floor, all of your senses hyper aware of every part of him, wanting and craving more even when he’s right next to you.

He makes you laugh at unexpected times, encourages you to keep speaking if you ramble on for too long about something completely random, and his smile—oh man. Maybe Felix was right to be worried. Not about you messing up, but about you being absolutely head over heels for this guy.

By the time Changbin pulls into an empty parking spot, the two of you have settled into a natural back and forth that has your head reeling with how much fun it is.

“A bowling alley?” you ask, turning to him. Changbin turns the car off, stares at you in expectation. “You spent, like, five minutes telling me that you were taking me to the one place you feel most at home and it’s a bowling alley?”

“Woah, hold on. Are you mocking me?” Changbin smiles again, and suddenly nothing else matters.

“No I’m just—I feel bad.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Bad? Why?”

“I’m gonna, like, kick your ass at this. You know that right?” You say, chuckling.

Changbin stares at you for a moment, and then he’s laughing. A high pitched, steady trill of laughter that sends you into your own fit of giggles just from the residual joy that’s oozing out of him.

Once he’s composed himself enough, he points a finger in your direction, “Oh you are so on.”

The alley is pretty empty, the only other bowlers being at a far lane at the end of the building. Changbin takes the liberty of paying and grabbing both of your shoes, and you silently follow behind him as he leads you to your assigned lane.

“Weight?” he asks, tying his laces.

You glance up from your own shoes, watching as he shucks off his jacket. His arms flex nicely under the material of his shirt, straining against the fabric as he ties a knot.

“Huh?” you ask, not entirely present.

Changbin stands, smirks slightly. “What ball weight do you use?”

“Oh, uh, an eight please.”

He nods and disappears off towards the racks of balls, leaving you alone to scold yourself.

“Christ. Get a grip.” You mumble, smacking your forehead lightly with the palm of your hand.

It’s been a while since you bowled. When you were younger, your dad used to take you every once in a while and marvel at how good you were. That was a long time ago, when you had the time to enjoy things rather than work nonstop to keep yourself afloat. It’s kind of bittersweet being back in an alley, different circumstances but still the same familiarity.

Changbin comes back with two balls in his hands and places them on the ball rack. He glances over to where you’re keying in the names, smiling softly when he notices that you put him down as BIN.

“Ready to have all of your hopes and dreams crushed?” you ask, knocking your shoulder with his.

Changbin fakes a stumble, rubs his arm like you full on punched him. “Oh God, I don’t think I can play now.”

“Nice try sweetheart,” you scoff, picking up your ball just as the screen signals for the game to start, “Watch and learn.”

You move up to the beginning of the lane, trying to ignore the way Changbin whistles playfully when you do. The ball fits perfectly in your hand, round and smooth. One deep breath, you pull your arm back, slowly walk forward, and bend at just the right moment to send it off with a thud as it hits the lane. You watch with your breath held, hope that you’re able to prove you’re not all talk, and smile proudly when the ball goes crashing through the center pin, knocking them all out.

Changbin’s jaw is on the floor when you turn around. “Your turn, hot shot.” You say sweetly, patting his shoulder as you plop down in the seat next to him.

He clears his throat. “Alright.” He grunts, stretching his arms for dramatic effect. He lets out a loud yell, one of those Hoo! noises that people make before they’re about to do something crazy.

As he lines up to go, he turns, kisses his hand and blows it in your direction. “This one’s for you!” He shouts, winking when you hide your face in your hands out of embarrassment.

You watch as he rolls it forward, leans his body to the left when it curves way too far to the right, and then your hand is flying to your mouth to stifle your laughter when the neon pink ball goes straight into the gutter.

“Ah!” He screams, throwing his hands up and behind his head. He whirls around, points an accusatory finger in your direction, “You did this!”

“Me? What’d I do?”

“You distracted me!”

“I did not!

“How am I supposed to focus when the most beautiful girl in the world is watching me?”

“I—” you scoff, fighting the blush on your cheeks as Changbin walks toward you with a shit-eating grin, “Shut up. Stop that.”

“Stop what?” He crouches in front of you, trying to catch your eyes when you avert his gaze.

“Stop sweet talking. That’s a violation of the game rules. Cheating. You’re trying to distract me.”

“Trying to distract you or trying to get you to fall head over heels for me?”

You blink, “You don’t have to try and do that.”

Changbin searches your eyes for a long while, like he’s trying to decipher whether or not you’re being sincere. It looks on his face is one of disbelief, like it’s hard for him to be convinced that you reciprocate any of what he feels.

“Now who’s sweet talking?” He laughs.

“I’m not sweet talking, I’m just being honest.”

“That’s my line!”

“Well,” you say, standing to take your turn, “I wasn’t gonna steal your bad bowling skills was I?”

The game continues on after that. Changbin somehow manages to score three more gutterballs until you decide to take pity on him.

“Here, like this,” you say, walking up behind him. Changbin freezes when you press yourself up against his back, your hand steady on his forearm as you adjust his positioning.

“This is a little—”

“What? Don’t like it?” You giggle.

He clears his throat, “Quite the opposite, actually.”

When he sends the ball straight into the middle of the pins, earning his first strike of the night, he can barely contain his excitement as he yells, picking you up and spinning you around while you laugh and throw your arms around his neck.

It feels like floating, being with Changbin. He’s goofy and sweet and he knows exactly how to push your buttons all while making you feel as though you’re the only girl in the world. His smile is as bright as the sun and the way his eyes lock on to yours at any given point in time have you wishing you could lose yourself in them forever.

🎳

In the end, you win. It’s not a surprise to either of you, but Changbin couldn’t be bothered to care less. It doesn’t matter to him, not when he feels like he’s won the lottery every time you smile in his direction. And if that wasn’t enough, when you silently slip your hand into his as the two of you walk back to the car, he swears that he’s the richest man alive.

The feeling is mutual for you, too. Changbin has a way of making you feel like nothing else exists, not when he’s grinning at you from ear to ear and making you laugh so hard your stomach hurts. He’s unprecedented, a stroke of good luck, someone who came into your life when you least expected it.

Changbin, to you, is uncharted territory. He laughs loud and smiles unabashedly. If there’s a lull in conversation he’s not afraid to fill it with one of his many noises or silly dances. He says what he thinks and doesn’t care if it’s too cheesy or makes your cheeks turn just a shade darker with embarrassment.

Changbin is consistent; the first guy that hasn’t thrown you for a loop when it comes to figuring out who he is and what he likes. Changbin is someone you could see yourself falling in love with, one terrible pick up line at a time.

“So…” he says as soon as he walks you to your front door, “I had fun.”

You laugh, glancing down at where he has your pinkies linked on both hands. He’s so cute, everything about him. Changbin, Changbin, Changbin.

“Mmhm, it was really fun teaching you how to bowl.”

Changbin groans, leans his head against your front door. “I was under pressure.”

“That’s okay, I thought it was cute.”

“Hm. Does that mean I didn’t ruin my chances at a second date?”

“Depends,” you say, moving your hands up to clasp behind his neck. Changbin’s immediately fall to your waist, almost like second nature. Right, right, right. Everything feels right. “You could come inside and show me if it’s worth it or not.”

“Jesus,” he mumbles, “Don’t do that. You’re gonna drive me crazy.”

Changbin’s words are slow, each one more breathless than the last. It’s almost intoxicating.

“Maybe I want that.”

“Good,” he whispers, leaning down to brush his nose against yours in silent question, “Because I’ve been crazy about you since the moment I first saw you.”

When his lips finally connect with yours, you’re thankful for the grip he has on your waist that prevents you from stumbling. Sweet like the syrup he bought for you that first morning, kissing Changbin is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s not hurried or messy; it’s not done with the intent of something more to be given. It’s slow, purposeful, Changbin takes his time like he’s worried if he doesn’t you might break right beneath his fingertips.

He hums softly when you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulls you closer until you’re flush against him. Chest to chest, heart to heart—Changbin holds you like he never wants to let go.

When you finally pull away, his eyes are glossy, shining with adoration. You could get used to that.

“So you don’t want to come inside?” You ask again, smiling when he bites his lip.

“Not tonight babe, it’s only the first date. I don’t put out like that.”

You scoff. “Yeah? Well you definitely put something somewhere when I was—”

Changbin cuts you off with a palm over your mouth. “What kind of pancakes do you want tomorrow?” He laughs.

“Mmrrnnf.” You say, muffled his hand. When he removes it, you push your lip out into a pout. “I don’t want pancakes—just want you.”

Changbin closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then lets his forehead fall against yours. “You’re making it really, really hard to hold myself back right now.”

You giggle, jutting your lips forward to give him a quick kiss. “Good, it’s working.”

He sighs. “Second date, and then maybe we can talk about…other things. But right now, I just want you to enjoy this. Let yourself settle with the fact that I really, really like you. This wasn’t just a one night stand for me, nor did I ever want it to be.” He plants a kiss on your nose, “I’m kind of, like, crazy about you.”

“Me too,” you say quietly, “About all of it. I want to keep seeing you, Bin. I want to see where this goes.”

Changbin beams. “Good.” He leans down to kiss you one last time, nothing more than a press of his lips to yours, but it’s more full of emotion than the last.

When he pulls away and starts walking backwards to head back down to his car, he feels like he’s on top of the world.

“I’ll text you in the morning?”

You nod. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Good,” he says with a wink, “The pancakes are on me.”

There’s a tug in your chest at his words. It’s crazy how something so small, something so simple can make you feel so strongly for someone. But you guess that Changbin is just like that.

And when you open the door, Felix’s entire body falling over the threshold from where he was leaning against it, you can’t even be bothered to get mad.

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“Go ahead. touch it.” + “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Warnings: Smut, nudism, masturbating, handjob, blowjob, pet/nicknames, teasing, cum tasting, deep throating, oral, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Changbin sits on the bed with his back propped against the headboard, his hand around his cock and low groans leaving him as he was spreading his pre-cum over his cock, you weren’t expecting this view when you walked into the room, your eyes immediately fell to his cock that was glistening from his arousal, your eyes widen and your lips part as you let out a gasp, you could feel your mouth water instantly from the sight, he watches you with a smirk on his lips, as if he had been waiting for you to catch him, his eyes were dark and hooded.

“Go ahead, touch it,” He says, you step forward as if you’re in a trance and climb onto the bed, slowly crawling your way closer to him, he bites his bottom lip as he watches you get closer to him. You straddle his lap once you reach him and wrap your hands around the base of his cock, he pulls his hand away immediately as a low groan leaves him. “Fuck…” You slide your hands along his length, feeling the sticky residue slowly spreading over your palms and fingers.

“So hard and so wet, Bin,” You coo and look up at him, you watch him squirm at your words. “Is this all for me? Were you waiting for me?” You watch his lids flutter and his chest heaves up and down quickly as his breathing becomes deeper. You twist your hands around his cock, making him buck his hips at the friction.

“Y/n… baby,” He mumbles, becoming lost in the pleasurable sensation you were causing him, his hand couldn’t even compare to yours, to what you were doing to him. “Fuck…” You lower your gaze and watch as his muscles tighten each time your hands glide along his cock, your thumb rubbing over the slit before disappearing again, you slide one of your hands lower and cup his balls. “Fu-fuck,” You smirk as you hear him stutter. Your fingers carefully knead into his balls, while your other hand slide up and down his length, making sure to circle your thumb over the slit of his cock.

“Feels good?” You whisper, his hips buck, and you see his stomach muscles twitching and pulling, his thigh muscles flex underneath you and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride growing inside you, knowing that you were causing this response from him.

“Fuck, yes,” He breathes out, his voice rough as he spoke. “So good,” You nod your head and lick your lips before you lean over, you feel his legs twitch as the tips of your hair brush against his thighs. “Shit…” You look up at him, and he swore he would come undone right then and there, you looked like sin staring up at him. “Babyyyy,” He whines out as you blow directly at the head of his cock, his hands grip onto the bedding, and you watch as veins slowly begin to pop out on his arms. “Oh, gguhhh,” Your thumb rubs over the tip of his cock, feeling how cold you’ve blown his arousal.

“You sound so pretty for me, Bin,” You mutter before flattening your tongue at the head of his cock and licking around it, purposely avoiding his slit. “Hmm, so good,” You could taste the saltiness spreading in your mouth, before licking a stripe down as your hand moves down to the base of his cock.

“Hmpf, hmm,” He whimpers, tugging at the bedding more. “Y/n… babyyyy,” The feeling of your warm tongue gliding along his cock was making his mind spin, and the way you looked right now. “Baby…” Dirty, sinful and lucky were the words circling in his mind as he watched you with intensity. Your tongue curls around his length as you slide your tongue back to the head of his cock. “I’m…” Your hair was tickling his thighs as your head was moving, and the feeling was only enhancing the ecstasy feeling he was experiencing. “Not go-going…” And you knew, you knew he wasn’t going to last long, you weren’t expecting him to. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock without warning and take him into your mouth with such speed that he barely had time to process what was happening.

“BABY!” He screams as he felt your warm mouth engulf his cock, your eyes not waving once as you stared up at him, keeping eye contact with him as you took more of him into your mouth. “I’M NOT GONNA…” Your tongue slides along the underside of his cock, directly over the prominent vein that decorated his cock. You could feel your saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth and running down his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, and he was going crazy over that feeling. “BABY!” You twist your hand around the base of his cock while your other hand squeezed his balls, you were breathing loudly through your nose before your oxygen was cut off when you started taking him down your throat. “FUCK, BABY, BABYYY” The feeling of your throat closing down around his cock caused him to squeeze his eyes shut.

Tears burned in the corner of your eyes and your lungs were slowly starting to scream for air, and he could feel your throat squeezing his cock, milking him to cum in your mouth, down your throat, his hips buck up and his cock slide further down your throat, your tears spill down your cheeks at the burning feeling, you could feel your panties becoming wet as your arousal seeps through them, you were sure your pants were going to be ruined as well.

“Baby, baby, Y/n, fuck, I…” His words were fast as he spoke, it was like he was chanting without taking a breath in between. “Fuck… I,” You slowly pull him out your throat and hallow your cheeks as you do, you watch his stomach muscles clench before you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, you take in a deep breath of air through your nose before you felt hot liquid spilling into your mouth. “FUUUCK!” You bob your head up and down over his cock, getting him through the high as you try to swallow at the same time, but a mess was quickly being made at spills from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, fuck like that, oh my… fucking,” You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to focus on swallowing what you could while trying to keep your breathing as even as you possibly could, which was impossible considering how turned on you felt and what you had just done.

“Baby…” He sighs out, his hips lower down to the bed as his body slowly begins to relax after going through such an intense high. You pull away from his cock with a loud pop, causing his body to shake at the feeling of your lips releasing him, you squeeze his balls one last time before pulling both your hands away and sitting back on his thighs. “Fuck…”

“Was it good?” You ask, he nods his head as he stares at you with satisfying eyes, a lazy smile on his lips, Sweat coats his chest, and you could see it starting to roll down. “Feeling tired now?”

“Hmm…” He hums. You place your hands against the crease of his hips before slowly lifting your hips off his lap, he grabs onto your wrist, causing you to pause mid-move to look at him. “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower,” You say. You watch as he sits straighter, face now inches away from yours, and it feels like your breath was caught in your throat for a moment. “I… should…”

“You should?” He asks. You slowly nod your head and moments later you found yourself on your back and Changbin on top of you. “No, what you should do is let me now take care of you,” He reaches for your shirt and pulls it upwards along with your help, you immediately reach behind you to unclasp your bra and get rid of his while his hands slid along your sides before his fingers curl around your waistband, and he pulls your pants along with your panties down. He lifts your pants and inspects them, quickly finding a wet patch had formed through them and your panties were soaked. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty horny thing, aren’t you?” His lips touch your lower stomach as he tosses the fabric aside. “And be a good girl and spread your legs,” You feel your walls clench at his words before complying and opening your legs wider for him, a loud squelch goes through the air as your folds pull apart and open for him. “Fuck…” He kisses down your mound before he comes face-to-face with your soaked pussy. “So fucking wet from sucking me and swallowing my cum.”

“Bin… do something, fuck,” You say, you were so desperate for his touch, you needed to feel it on your needy, aching pussy. He just came, but he could feel his cock twitching just seeing your pussy glistening with your juices, you were practically ready for his cock and for a second he wished he had pulled you up and stripped you down to fuck into your sopping hole. Your legs twitch as you feel his fingers touch your folds and push them more open for him before you felt his tongue on your clit, you reach down with one hand and curl your fingers into his locks and lift your hips, pushing your pussy against his face. “Fuck…”

You could feel his fingers slide along your folds and move to your inner folds as his song slides over your clit in a long lick before it disappears and reappears but lower, you feel your muscles tensing up as his fingers begin to slide up and down your folds, adding to the sensation already spreading inside you.

“Bin, fuck…” You whimper as you feel his tongue reach your slit and lick all the way up to your clit before his lips wrap around the sensitive nub, and his fingers easily slip into your wet hole and curl them, you could hear the squelch from your wetness when he did. “Fuck… I…” You were almost positive that he could push his entire hand into you with how wet you were. “Biiiin,” Your head turns sideways, pleasure was slowly blooming inside you, and you could feel heat travelling through your veins, causing sweat to build up on your skin and the bedding to stick to your back. His fingers thrust in and out of you while curling against your walls every now and again.

“Hmm,” He hums against your clit, although it sounded like a growl, and the sound caused your walls to clench and your clit to twitch while your mind was thrown into the clouds, you close your eyes and let the sensation go through and take control of your mind and body.

“Bin, fuck…” You moan as you feel your body becoming light as a knot of tension was building inside you. “Bin, I… more,” And then you feel him tug at your clit and his fingers plunging deeper into you, you didn’t think it was possible for them to go any deeper. “FUCK, BIN!” Your back arches and your hips push up, pushing your pussy into his face again. “BIN!” Your hips continue to move against his face, as if you were riding it. “OH, OH!” A third finger slips into you, and you feel almost full as he moves his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. “BIIIIN!” His other hand grabs onto your thigh, holding it firmly in his grip. He abruptly pulls away from your clit, and you feel the tension that was building at a rapid pace suddenly slow down. “Noooo.”

“You taste so good,” He says. “I’m hard again,” Your walls clench around his fingers, and you feel his thumb press down against your clit to give the nub attention as he spoke. “You got me rock hard again, baby,” Your mind was spinning, you weren’t sure for how long he was sucking your clit and pounding his fingers into your pussy, but it had to have been long enough for him to get hard again. “You get me hard so fast again, just hear your moan for me and see how wet you’re for me…”

“Fuck me,” You breathe out, keeping your eyes shut. “Fuck me, Changbin, get your fingers out of me and put your cock in,” You needed to feel him inside you, you wanted to come undone with his cock inside you. He quickly pulls his fingers from you and moments later you feel the head of his cock push into you easily, your hand falls from his hair, and you find one of his arms to grip onto.

“So fucking… wet,” He groans out, your back arches as you feel his hard length entering you and stretching your walls as they should be stretched and filled you how you wanted to be filled. His hands grip your hips and lift them from the bed, pushing his cock deeper into you and reaching that sweet spot inside you.

“BIIIINN!” You scream out, you wanted to turn sideways as the pleasure courses through at such intensity. “FUCK, RIGHT THERE!” You could feel tears burning in your eyes, the pleasure all felt so much.

“FUCK!” He loudly groans, he was still sensitive from earlier, and he could feel it as your walls squeezed around his cock, already milking him to cum inside you. He barely gave a moment for both of you to adjust before he pulled his hips back, pulling out of you halfway before slamming back into you, making you gasp and shake with pleasure, your nails dig into his skin as his pace picks up.

“FUCK, OH FUCK!” You scream, seeing the specs of specks of dust that had formed behind your eyes becoming bigger and flying by faster, the sound of your wetness fills the air along with the sound of your moans and his groans. “CHANGBIN!” The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, you could feel the knot inside you building rapidly again. “CHANGBIN!”

“Y/N, FUCK!” He grunts out, you could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck from how wet your skin was with sweat. Your toes curl as you feel a hot tingling sensation travelling up your legs, your other hand grabs the bedding, and you bunch it up in your fist.

“CHANGBIN!” You cry out as you feel your mind falling into a pool of ecstasy. “FUCK!” Your body begins shaking and a sudden wave of pleasure crashes into you, pulling the tension that was building inside you apart, he could feel the moment you came undone around him, your walls were pulling rapidly, and he could feel your cum splattering onto his thighs as he thrusts into you. “FUCK, OH UHHMM!” You push your head into the mattress as stars fly past your eyes.

“FUCK, fuck, yes,” He groans out, feeling his cock twitching. He didn’t expect to last long with how sensitive he felt already, but now feeling your walls milking him hard, it dawned on him that he was seconds away from coming undone. “YYYY/NNN!” You could barely hear his whine with how high in the clouds you were, your heart drummed loudly in your ears as you were going through your high.

“CHANGBIN!” You scream, his hips stutter momentarily before he pushes them against yours, hot ropes of cum spill into you, making you whine loudly at the feeling. He lowers your hips to the bed and leans over you, burying his head between your breasts, and groaning against your chest as he comes undone. Your grip on his arm loosens before you completely release it, and you lay it down on the bed, your body slowly calms down, and you were left to catch your breath. “Bin…” You whisper as you feel his hips wiggle against yours.

“So good…” He mumbles against your chest before lifting his head to look at you. “You are… too good to me,” You release the beddings and lift your hand to gently slide it along his back. “Fuck… I swear if I knew you were this wet, I wouldn’t have cum in your mouth,” You chuckle and shake your head.

“You would have burst immediately,” You say, he nods his head, not bothering to deny that fact. “But now, I really need a shower, you too,” He pushes himself to sit on his knees, his cock slipping out from you with a squelching sound. “Fuck…”

“Fuck, I agree…” He mutters as he slowly climbed off the bed. “Let me go heat the water for us, take your time,” You watch him disappear into the bathroom before hearing the water being turned on, you climb off the bed and glance at it, seeing how wet it was from his load and now your mixed releases.

“We need clean bedding also!” You say as you enter the bathroom, he was already in the shower, waiting for you, the glass already fogging up from the hot water. “My hair needs washing, can you help me, Mister Seo?” You say with a smile stretched across your lips as you step into the shower, closing the door behind you.

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[run2yew]

Glass.

Pairing: Seo Changbin/Female reader

Genre: romance, suggestive, smut, friends to lovers, college au

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: swearing, making out, fingering, dom Changbin, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism, sexual tension

Summary: Changbin isn't lying, Chan had the tendency to treat you like anything and anyone could break you, as if you're made of glass.

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"You can't be serious." You whine, throwing your books to the table, unable to accept your soon-to-be faith.

It's a typical afternoon, and you and your three roommates—your closest friends—sat at your usual table in your favorite restaurant off campus.

You met up to get lunch together every wednesday, like a small little ritual to catch up, when you didn't have classes that clashed- even though you lived together.

The main goal was always to be with each other, of course. But you couldn't help but get a little carried away by your daily shenanigans, so it would always end up with the four of you chatting, maybe gossiping a bit, about anything and everything.

However, today you used this time for something a bit different.

A house meeting.

"I'm sorry, but we need this. I can take one cockroach, but two? Unbearable!  What if it spreads?" Sumin argues, taking a bite of her food.

"I'm pretty sure that was the same cockroach, just in a different spot." Shuhua says, leaning into your ear, so you're the only one that can hear it."

You snort, swatting at her arm playfully, turning to face Sumin again when you feel her annoyed gaze on you.

Denying Sumin's request to fumigate the whole place due to a single cockroach was, the most logical response.

But It'll be only a day, you tell yourself; she took the responsibility to pay for it too. And honestly, that would probably help your apartment overall.

Sighing, you comply. "Okay, but it still isn't fair to me; you all have somewhere to go. Where am I going?" You pout, fidgeting with your cup in dejection.

Most times, you didn't mind being single, you could even say you enjoyed it a lot since your last relationship wasn't the best.

But these little moments, where you knew all of your friends would be at their boyfriends and girlfriends houses, did tug on your heartstrings a little, and not in a good way.

"You can stay with me if you want."  Ryujin suggests, finally looking up from her phone to take another bite.

"And risk hearing you and Soojin in the middle of the night again?" You shake your head"No, thank you." 

That day was traumatizing.

And not in a bad way.

No further explanations are needed.

She parts her lips for a split second before closing them again, like she's pondering what to say, before shrugging in defeat. "Well, I tried."

"You can always talk to your 'Channie'." Sumin teases, but her smile remains sympathetic. "You have two days to decide, they're coming on friday."

"Fine." 

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"Of course you can stay with us." Chan responds, and he seems nearly offended at the fact that you thought you couldn't.

You've known Chan for a long time—since high school, to be exact. You got paired up for a group project once, and the rest was history. You were practically inseparable all through high school.

When you got into the same college, the two of you basically morphed friend groups and started hanging out with the same people. It happened naturally. Chan moved in with a few guys from his major right away, and you lived at the dorms for a year or two before moving in with the girls. After a few months, everyone was coming together, and you and Chan would always take pride in finding such good people to be around—well, you would, that man is just too humble for that.

So logically, he was the first person in mind when this whole "let's fumigate our entire place because of one cockroach" thing began, but you still had your doubts, he lived with three people after all.

"Are you sure?" "It won't be weird?" You had to ask, no matter how close you are to him and the guys; it still felt invasive.

He tsks, throwing a hand over your shoulder, squeezing lightly, "No! Plus, most of the kids don't sleep there on fridays anyway; you might have the luck to have the house all to yourself."

You smile at the word "kids." Cute.  Typical dad, Chan.

"And they're cool with that?" You insist, trying to wrap your head around your own idea.

He rolls his eyes, delivering a pat on the side of the shoulder he's still holding. "Please, we've been friends forever, you know better than this."

"I just don't want to bother, but my house is too far and I-" 

"Mate,"  He grabs both of your shoulders now, forcing you to look at him. He smiles and it immediately feels comforting, little dimples peeking adorably. "Don't overthink this, there's no need to, yeah?"

"Thank you." You pull him into a hug. 

Chan never failed to know what you were feeling; he understood your tendency to overthink even the smallest things and always made you feel like you didn't have to. "I love you."

"Ayyy, I love you too, mate." He pats your head, and you can feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles. "What's our next class?"

"Statics."   You groan.

"Kill me, kill me now." Do it." 

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Friday came along rather quickly, and you didn't think your day would be as full as it actually was.

You got to shower at home after the gym in the morning, which was a relief, but you had to leave at 9 a.m. right after it. It didn't matter because your day was packed with stuff, you had a few extra classes that extended all the way through the evening, and you barely had time to have lunch—you did though, Felix forced you.

You left the campus around six, and once you got to the guys' apartment, panting, you have to take a moment or two to breathe.

"Fucking Google Maps decided to lie about this being a fifteen-minute walk." You mumble to yourself, holding your knees for support. 

You've never actually walked all the way to the guys apartment, Chan would drive you everytime.

But it took you nearly thirty-five minutes to get there, with a huge backpack full of your things.

Gathering some courage to knock on the door is the next thing on your list, and you hate how nervous you are. You've known these people for three years now; you've spent the night over at this place a few times too. Why is it so hard to just be cool with it?

Maybe it's the text that Chan sent you this morning.

chris 🐺: don't think I'll see you today, im sorryyyyy

you: why? something up??

chris 🐺: yeah, I have this track to work on and i think its gonna take all night, for monday but i wanna finish as soon as possible

you: :(((

you: but that's okay!! I'll be fine don't worry, I'm just gonna miss you

chris 🐺: why cant you be this cute when we're around other people?

chris 🐺: ill be home for breakfast tho

you: okay, don't forget to have dinner <3

chris 🐺: dont do anything I wouldn't!

For some reason, that conversation has been lingering in your mind. You've never spent the night without Chan, and you do trust the guys, a lot actually but you don't trust...

Yourself.

Especially if Hyujin and Jisung are not around.

You feel a wave of courage build up and knock, bouncing on your feet in anticipation.

You'll be fine, as long as it's not just you and-

Changbin opens the door abruptly, beaming at you in his usual sweatpants and hoodie combo, his black hair falling on his face slightly.

Shit.

"Hey, come in!" He says and you walk inside, closing the door before you and grabbing the bag from your hand almost instantly.

"I'll put this in Chan's room, looks heavy." He rushes before you can thank him, and you exhale sharply, only then realizing you've been holding your breath.

You take a second to look around, and it doesn't take long for you to figure out that he's the only one in the house. It's weirdly quiet; you haven't heard any screaming to open the door, let alone loud music coming from any room.

"The guys are out, as you can see." Changbin points, pulling you away from your thoughts. "I texted Chan about it a few hours ago, but I think he forgot to tell you, sorry." He adds, shoving his hands inside his pockets and taking a step closer to where you were standing.

"Out as in..."

"As in, probably not coming back today." He pinches his tone teasingly, and you chuckle. "Chan's spending the night at the studio with Jisung working on a track, and Sanha dragged Hyujin to a party that apparently goes all the way to the morning."

So it's just you and Changbin.

Alone.

"Oh..."  You trail off, uncertain of what to say next.

Changbin blinks at you as if he's trying to read your expression, his eyes searching as he brings himself to speak again. "If you're not comfortable, I can go to the studio and finish up my work there,"

"No, no!." You rush to cut him off, afraid you might make him feel like he's making you uncomfortable. "This is your house. "I'm good. Don't worry." 

But it's hard not to feel touched by his proposition, really. Changbin stood there with a reassuring smile, offering to leave his own home to study on a studio couch, with a bunch of work to do.

It's oddly sweet.

And it's even harder not to stare at him for too long.

"Okay." He finishes, making his way to the couch and reuniting his papers and laptop, throwing his legs over the coffee table. "Make yourself at home; you know where everything is." 

You smile back at him, confused about what to do next. Until the knowing and painful feeling of duty washes over you.

You had to write a fucking essay.

"Shit."  You mumble, closing your eyes in disapproval.

"You good?."

"Yeah, just this essay I forgot I had to do." You answer.

"Hey, the sooner you do it, the sooner you finish, hm?" He points, giving you an empathetic smile. At least he could relate to you.

"Yeah, I'll take a shower and get it over with."

"Be my guest."

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You come back from the shower feeling refreshed, especially after all the walking you did.

Chan's room looked the same as always, except a tiny bit tidier.  He left a note on his bedside table, pointing out where things you might need were and the places you could put your stuff. Sweet, you think. He could've just texted you, but oh no, that's not Chan, you know Chan. He enjoys going the extra mile for the people he cares for.

You decided to put on something more comfortable since you'd be working on your essay for a few hours. Settling for a white tank top and some sweatpants, you take your stuff and make your way back to the living room.

Changbin's still seated in that same spot, attentively looking at his laptop screen, headphones over his ears, brows furrowed in thought, mumbling things you can't quite figure out.

Thankfully, he doesn't succeed in noticing your staring. But he notices your presence when you sit by his side, open your own laptop, and prop it on the coffee table.

"What a great way to spend your Friday night, huh?" He ironically asks, pulling down his headphones.

"I know, so exciting." You joke, bringing out your notepad with the class notes you took.

"Anyways, good luck with that." 

"Thanks Bin. You too."

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One hour passes.

And you're halfway through your essay when Changbin shifts by your side, bringing out his arms to stretch his limbs.

"You want some water?" You ask, already thinking about getting up, legs on the verge of falling asleep.

"That'd be nice, thanks." He says, releasing a sharp breath. He sounds tired. And of course he is; he's been studying since you got here an hour ago.

Pushing yourself up from your very comfortable position on the couch, you head to the kitchen, taking two water bottles with you.

Except some apples call your attention when you turn around, and you're starting to crave a snack to accompany you throughout your torture.

"Want an apple?" You ask, voice raising so Changbin could hear you all the way through the kitchen.

"Sounds good!." 

"See?  Everything's cool. You got this" you say to yourself.

The truth is, you may or may not have had a crush on Changbin when you first met him.

He was the first one to call your attention out of all of Chan's friends once he moved. He seemed so attentive and caring, and he was really funny too. Not that any of that has changed; of course, he is still the same, if not hotter. But you learned to keep those teeny feelings on the down low; you didn't want to make things awkward between you and him, especially when you're in the same friend groups.

And you did well for the most part. The first few months of freshman year were definitely the hardest, even though you've never let the feelings grow past a crush. You were always so aware of his presence, of the way he looked, and of the way he spoke. He never made it easier on you either, with that pretty smile and soft-looking eyes.

Then he got a girlfriend, and that's when you burried your feelings to the ground. And even after they broke up, you just didn't feel things with the same intensity; you were completely over the crush.

Except when he smiled at you a little too brightly, or when he called you to workout with him and Chan and helped you with your sections, or when you two were hanging out with everybody and he'd look directly at you when saying something. And today, when he opened the door, and you're sure you're not crazy, you're sure his smile grew even wider when he saw it was you.

Yeah, maybe you weren't totally over it.

But it didn't matter.

Shaking your thoughts, you go back to the living room, and once you're back, you're met with a quite different sight. One that makes you trip on your own feet, almost dropping everything in your hands in the process.

Changbin. In a tight, plain white t-shirt that was clearly too short for him. His hoodie, long forgotten, was tossed to the side of the couch, he probably felt hot while you were in the kitchen.

It's enough to make your legs shake.

You're able to balance yourself back without actually dropping everything, but still, Changbin rushes to help, taking the plate with the apples and the knives from your hands.

"You okay there, champ?" And my God, his tone was teasing, a bit condescending, but no matter what, he was always attentive and careful. 

"Yeah, sorry."  You force a chuckle and say, "I got distracted for a second."

"I could tell." 

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Now that it's been three hours and you're finally done, your neck hurts, your head feels a bit heavy, and your limbs are begging to feel numb.

You sigh deeply, placing your computer on the coffee table, and stretching as much as you can.

In the process, you catch a glimpse of Changbin's eyes on you through your perimetral vision, and without thinking, you turn to meet them. He smiles sheepishly, shifting his attention to his own work, like he's been caught.

You don't fail to notice the way his eyes are a bit heavy; he's probably even more exhausted now, after this whole time.

"Changbin?."  You ask, scooting closer to him on the couch, feeling much more comfortable with his presence now than you did several hours ago.

He doesn't respond, and you assume he didn't hear, so you carefully pull down his headphones, making him jolt in surprise, his eyes going wide.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Are you hungry?" Because you were, you're positive that this essay sucked every bit of life and energy out of you.

His lips curl up immediately as his gaze softens; he closes his laptop and nods, meeting your eyes. "Starving."

You laugh, nodding your head as you get up. He follows shortly after.

"I think there's kimchi in the fridge. I'll make some rice and you cut up some vegetables?" He's asking, of course, there's definitely an audible question mark to it. But something about his tone doesn't fail to make it sound a bit demanding, like a soft order.

"Sure."  You agree, washing your hands and searching for the cutting board.

You already know where most of the things are; you've been here a million times, so overall, it's very intuitive to you to figure things out. Regardless, you find it endearing when Changbin takes everything you'll need and places it on the kitchen counter for you.

You thank him and begin to carefully cut the vegetables.

Changbin is right in front of you, at the kitchen sink, grabbing some rice to put on the rice cooker.

You begin taking his presence in, traveling your eyes through his figure. He's one hell of an attractive guy, and the secret fixation you have on his arms is only growing stronger with that white t-shirt - that was was a little too small for him - hugging his biceps so heavenly. His sweatpants, contrary to your own, were criminally low-waisted, leaving a small gap between them and his shirt, exposing a bit of skin right on his v cut. 

Oh my God.

Maybe you should chill; this is starting to get to you.

Changbin turns abruptly around, probably wondering why the cutting sound stopped and you panicked, trying not to make it obvious you were ogling him. It feels like he knows, like he's felt your gaze on him all this time. The corners of his mouth go up contradictorily, like he's holding down a smirk.

"Something wrong?."  He asks.

You're screwed.  Changbin saw you checking him out, and you're screwed, because how are you going to come up with an explanation-

Oh no.

He's crossing his arms.

Changbin is crossing his fucking monster arms in front of you.

You want him to headlock you.

He tilts his head, signing for you to talk, to give him an answer, but you can't form a cohesive phrase.

Say something, anything, your brain urges you. Just don't admit you were watching his gorgeous figure and pretty face.

Come up with something, just...

"...We're matching."  You begin, and the embarrassment washes you straight away. Seriously?  That's the best you could come up with? Out of any excuse?

"Like, our outfits and stuff. I just realized it." You completed it; it should make it better.

At least you made a valid point; you were matching. Even though you had on a very simple look, it caught your attention after you said it. same color of sweatpants, and your white tank and his white t-shirt went perfectly together.

"Oh, yeah,"  He looks down at what he's wearing, pulling on the ends of his shirt, before looking back at you with that fucking gorgeous smile and saying, "Guess we are."

"Or maybe this is just the swamped college student's go-to outfit." Well, if you couldn't convince him, you could at least humor him.

Thankfully, Changbin lets out a loud laugh, and you don't miss the way your stomach turns at the sound. "That's a possibility, yes." He nods.

"You wore it better though." He simply adds, voice suddenly going lower, before turning back to the sink to wash his hands.

His tone echoes in your head. Is he...

You blink "Thanks." 

Is that ...flirting?.

Nope. You're probably just projecting.

You decide to focus your attention on the cutting board Infront of you instead, picking up your knife.

Gladly, you're done with everything pretty soon. "I'm all set here." 

"Cool, let's cook them while we wait for the rice." "You want some fried eggs too?"

You nod, going over to the sink to fill a pot with water.

"Changbin?"  You ask, watching him pour the vegetables on the pot and turn on the fire.

"Mhm?"  He hums.

"Sorry if this is an invasive question. But why aren't you majoring in music production too?"

"Not invasive at all." He leans on the kitchen counter, facing you. "Elaborate."

"Like, yeah, I know you like health and physical stuff, and etcetera. But I've seen you at the studio before, and you're so in your element. When you talked about Jisung and Chan today, it made me wonder, why you aren't there with them."

He breathes out, looking down at his feet. "It's a boring, logical explanation honestly,"He begins, "My parents, though supportive, didn't think it'd be the best for me to go full time into the producing thing, and let's just say they're pretty good at convincing." The hint of humor in his voice at the end of his sentence has you chuckling lightly, contrasting with the seriousness of his words.

"I picked a major I was interested in; I figured being a gym instructor would be fun, or maybe a P.E. teacher, something a bit more stable, that would get them off me for a while."

"So you just met Chan and Ji randomly around campus?" You ask, leaning closer to him as your interest grows. You've never had this type of conversation with him, it was intriguing.

"Not really. I considered double majoring, but classes were already kicking my ass at the time. So I went with the next best thing, taking a few classes here and there to keep me entertained and learning. That's when I met them, at one of those classes. Now I help Chan and Jisung whenever they need it, do some featuring if they beg me hard enough, and work on my own tracks from time to time."

You nod, slowly taking in the information that was delivered to you. "That's smart. You're smart."

Hearing this from him felt nice; it was a question that had stayed on your mind for a bit now, and you're glad he was honest. You enjoyed hearing him talk.

Changbin chuckles, patting the top of your head - like he knows you hate it - but the small contact still gets a fuzzy reaction out of you

"It took me a long time to figure it out though, don't flatter me." 

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The rice is finally ready when you're done with your conversation, and the two of you go back to preparing the food.

Eventually, you're both sitting at the kitchen counter as you stuff your face with that glorious kimchi; the fact that you were starving may have helped a bit too. And once you're done, you offer Changbin the option of resting for some extra minutes before diving back into his work.

He doesn't think twice before accepting the offer as you two move to the couch to chat away about everything and anything. Some cookies Felix baked the night before are now sitting in front of the two of you as you talk.

"Okay. First impressions. Total honesty. Go."  You shoot, sipping on your soda.

"Okay." Changbin blinks, his lips parting just a little before closing again, like he's carefully thinking about the next thing to say. "When Chan got here with you the day he moved, I thought you were his girlfriend or something." "I got a little hurt with the fact he never told me anything about it."

You let out a chuckle, scrunching your nose and shaking your head in refutation.

It's not like you and Chan haven't been mistaken for a couple before; it has happened. But the actual thought of it being real seemed so distant to the two of you. You were simply too close for that.

Changbin shrugs in an almost apologetic way before continuing. "Then he told me you guys weren't dating, and I..."

He pauses, looking directly into your eyes and licking his lips.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.

"You want total honesty?" He hesitantly asks.

You tilt your head, confused as to why he'd need to check again, and nod. "Yeah, gimme. I can handle the truth."

"I was happy you weren't his girlfriend." "I found you hot."

Shit.

You're halfway through a sip when he confesses, and you nearly spit out your drink, coughing furiously, your eyes shutting forcefully.

Seo Changbin, found you hot.

"Me?." 

"Yeah," he confirms, as if it's totally obvious. "It's not like you don't know you're attractive; come on now." 

"Well...,true."  And now is his time to chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes. "I just didn't know you found me attractive, especially back then."

He shrugs again and then taps your thigh with his index finger, breaking the invisible barrier between your bodies.  It's enough to make your stomach twitch again, a familiar feeling filling you. 

"I did. But Chan was so overly protective of you at the time, I mean, not the he isn't like that usually, but still."

He isn't lying, Chan had the tendency to treat you like anything and anyone could break you, as if you're made of glass. And at the time, you were the only reminiscent of home he had, so it got stronger.

"He scared the living shit out of us too, talking about you 'being off limits'". You both laugh when he mimicks Chan's typical dad voice, the one you all knew so well.

"Anyways, your turn."  He encourages.

"So, like, total honesty?"

He nods.

"When I stepped my foot in this house, I didn't know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't all of... this." You wave your arms around vaguely, gesturing wildly.

"What?."

"Chan told me, "I'm moving out with a few new friends," and I was like, "Cool, I'll help you move." But of course he forgot to send me the memo that his roommates were, like, insanely hot. "I would've put on some gloss at least." 

He snorts, and you feel kind of proud of how many laughs you've gotten out of him this whole night.

"So I have to admit my first impression of you was kind of vague; my head couldn't shake out the "Oh my God, he's so good looking." So I didn't have much to think about until the second time we saw each other.

You're just blabbing at this point, your brain is focused solidly on the fact that Seo Changbin thinks you are hot.

"And how was that?" Changbin speaks again, but his voice doesn't hint at an ounce of curiosity; instead, it's a bit challenging. 

"Different.  I wasn't expecting you to be that polite, let alone that shy. It was cute. So I guess that was my first impression: cute."

And so hot you wanted to jump him right there and then, but you can't add that.

"I don't think that's the best first impression to have." 

"Hey, we're here now, so you can say it worked." You nudge his shoulder, unable to hide your smile.

"It could've worked better."

"Really?  How so?."

Changbin doesn't answer. Instead, he delivers another tap on your knee, and you shiver, biting on your bottom lip, staring directly at him.

"Don't look at me like that." His voice is low, raspy even—a contrast from how sweet he sounded a few minutes ago.

"Like what?." 

Silence falls between the two of you as you lean in to get a better look at his face. Changbin doesn't look away from you either, not even for a split second, and you tilt your head, licking your lips when his gaze falls on them.

"You don't know what you're doing right now..." He trails off, a glint in his eyes when they land on yours, and you can see the way they darkened, gaze dragging through you.

Unbelievable.

Changbin wants you too.

In order to test your theory, you allow yourself to get just a bit closer to him, and his hand opens on your knee, squeezing it gently. "Maybe I do know what I'm doing." You whisper.

"Fuck, Chan's going to kill me for this." It's all Changbin says before pulling you into a kiss.

The kiss is passionate, really passionate. Changbin chases your lips like he's always wanted you, and you gasp, your body still afraid to give in to the fact that Changbin is kissing you, really kissing you.

You push the doubts away, tired of overthinking so much, giving in to the want and need you had of him. It's the best decision you could've ever made.

His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his warm embrace, and you nearly whimper just at the feeling of his body against yours. He nips your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up, and you needily comply with his request, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth and holding back the urge to moan against his lips.

You allow your hands to trace up his chest, feeling and moving them all the way to his biceps. He moves to your neck, and it's embarrassing the way you're already panting, struggling to keep your breath steady as he moves down to place open mouth kisses on your chest, but the effect he has on you is so obvious.

"You're so hot, holy fuck." He whispers against your skin, tightly gripping your waist. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Really?." You ask shakily.

He begins trailing hot kisses on your neck, and you whimper at the sensation. He suckers and bites your sweet spot, and you throw your head back, allowing him to work properly. Nodding, he answers, "Chan used to hunt me for it; he didn't want me to make a move on you if I wasn't sure...

"And now you're sure?" You want to keep pestering him about it, to ask more; you're so curious to know every single thing he wanted to do to you, all the things he thought to himself.

Instinctively, you run your fingers through his hair and give it an experimental tug—a little harsher than you usually do, to be honest—because you can't think straight anymore.

He lets out a low groan and pulls away, staring at you with so much lust that you feel like you're ready to combust. "I'm more than sure."

Changbin pulls away from you for a split second, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, until you catch him shamelessly gazing at your chest.

"Like what you see?" You cross your arms, bouncing on the couch just to tease.

"So much..."  He unwraps your hands and brushes his thumb against your hardened nipple, and it's pathetic how your whole body jerks just from that simple touch. 

"You act all big but can't take a tiny touch from me, huh?" He adds, carefully taking your top off and exposing your bare chest.

You wait for Changbin to do something, but he doesn't. His wide, lustful eyes travel over your body at a painfully slow speed.

"Never seen a pair of these in your life?" You joke, and he rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

"Let me enjoy this moment, will ya?"

"You can enjoy it better with your mouth on me."

"You're so perfect." Changbin dives into your boobs like he's a starved man, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud in such a skilled manner that you wonder how good he must be in between your legs. You're biting on your bottom lip so hard that it feels like it'll draw blood.

"Don't hold back." "We're alone, and I want to hear you." He sinks his teeth into your nipple, playful, and you whimper at the sensation. 

His left hand is now resting on your thigh, and you moan when his fingers slowly move upward, so close to where you need them.

And you need him badly.

You pull him into yet another searing kiss, the feeling of his mouth doing wonders on yours making you dizzy; you're moaning against his lips within seconds, and his hand is now on your inner thigh, just a few inches from your core.

Your breath catches when he sinks his fingers into the flesh; eyes forced shut, you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

"Bin," you plead.

"Mhmm?  " "Where's all that attitude now?"

"I...just..."  It's like your brain is shortcutting, all you can focus on is how his thumb is drawing patterns on your inner thigh.

"You have to tell me if you really want this. I need you to be sure." He says, in between pecks on your jawline, squeezing your inner thigh.

You're so drowned in lust you can't seem to find a way to answer him.

"Come on, I know Chan babies you, but you're a big girl."You can talk."

Him mentioning your best friend in such a sinful moment shouldn't have this much effect on you, but it only makes you grow wetter. The thought of not being seen as Chan's innocent best friend anymore... sets something inside of you.

"Fingers. Please, I need them; I need you." You squirm, and he chuckles darkly, pressing his middle finger against your clothed middle.

"But first..."  You trail off, tugging at his shirt. "I want this off."

"As you wish." He says this before quickly pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side, turning back to meet your eyes that are now far away from his own.

Now that you understand exactly what he was feeling, you want to take a picture of it and save it for later.

Changbin's big, and you know this; you've always noticed how broad he is when he decided to follow in Chan's footsteps and wear those slutty little shirts, but this, this was so different. The man is so damn built and so insanely broad. Your hands eagerly traced around his large arms, going all the way to his wide, really wide shoulders, and you could almost draw at the sight of him.

When you shift back to meet his eyes, he's looking at you with his eyebrows raised and that fucking knowing smirk decorating his face. 

He's so smug. He knows he's hot.

"Fuck, Changbin, you're the hottest person I've ever laid eyes on." You don't know why, but you're breathless. The feeling of wanting him for so long and finally having him fills you completely.

He doesn't answer; instead, he chuckles darkly, pulling you by your waist. You gasp when, with one quick motion, he succeeds at pulling down your sweatpants and your pants. at the same time.

This man needs to stop, or you're going to go cum untouched.

Changbin begins rubbing circles into you, and it doesn't take long for you to buckle, holding onto his arms for support, fingers digging into the skin. 

He clicks his tongue, his face is inches away from yours. "Found it." 

"Shut u-"  He cuts you off by pushing a finger into you. He grabs your nipples in between his fingers with his free hand and pinches it, earning a rather loud whimper from you. 

"So sensitive." He mumbles, a bud still in his mouth, licking a long stripe that has you arching your back. When he pushes a second finger, you're already feeling overwhelmed, his scent and the growing knot on your belly being the only things on your mind.

You catch his mouth, leaning into his touch, wanting to feel him in every way you possibly can now. The third kiss you share is messy, just how you like it: tongues clashing, drool spilling from your mouth when you pull away gasping for air.

"Messy." He points, lips red and swollen; his thumb brushes against your clit again and you moan. "So dirty too, you don't even care if someone hears you, do you?"

You shake your head, unable to bring yourself to speak, holding back the urge to grind down on his fingers.

"What if Chan walked in?" "And saw his little innocent best friend moaning my name so sinfully, going dumb just from my fingers."

The picture fills your head: Chan opening the door suddenly and catching you all open and wide while crying out his other best friend's name.

It's wrong. Chan's been your best friend of years.

It shouldn't turn you on.

It really shouldn't.

But it does.

And you clench, whimpering from embarrassment, when Changbin raises an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, you like that?" He scuffs, quickening the pace of his fingers. "You like the thought of being caught?" No, you like the thought of being caught by him? "You want Chan to see how much of a mess you are for me?"

No, no, you can't admit that to him, you can't -

"Answer me, you can take it. You're a big girl, you're not made of glass". He takes this opportunity to curl his fingers, hitting just the right spot.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." "Yes, yes, yes, I do, just... please, please." You don't even have time to warn him before you're cumming, and you're left shaking, panting, and reaching for his body to ground you in every way you possibly can.

"Holy shit."  You murmur, speechless.

He snorts, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. He's about to wipe them on his shirt, but you stop him, grabbing him by the wrist and bringing his hand closer to your face. You don't know what's gotten into you when you push his fingers inside your mouth and lick them clean, but it's not like you've never tasted yourself before; plus, the look on his face and the low grunt he lets out...priceless.

"Bed?."  You ask mid-sucking, eyes pierced on his.

"Have I told you you're perfect today?"

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You wake up with an uncomfortable light coming from the blinders, hitting your eyes. Whining, you try to shift on the bed, only to be met with Changbin's strong arms holding you close and still next to him. Smiling at the sight, you let yourself enjoy this moment just a bit longer. Even when the soreness from the night before and the fact that you actually slept with Changbin hits you, you push the doubts away.

Those lovely seconds are rapidly disturbed by a sound on the kitchen, though, and you panic. You give Changbin a pat on the back in an attempt to wake him up.

"Bin?."  You call.

Rolling your eyes, you try to break out of his embrace, failing miserably when his grip tightens.

"Binnie, wake up!" you try again, louder this time. He shifts, and you think he's finally awake, his eyes fluttering open lightly to meet your own.

"It's too early to wake up." Changbin whines, somehow moving even closer to you, taking your left leg and placing it on top of his. "And you need rest if you don't want to be tired for our first date later."

You tense when the word "date" hits your ears, and you must've given a hint of that tension because Changbin lets out a small chuckle, eyes fully opening.

He looks so beautiful and soft like this, with messy hair—that might've been your fault—droopy eyes blinking slowly at you, and the sweetest grin on his face. 

Even though all of that happened, the fact that Changbin is in front of you wants to amaze you, and hearing that he wants to go on a date with you? or even date you for real? Breathtaking.

"I think someone's here, Binnie." You mumble quietly, afraid that might affect this whole situation.

"And what's wrong with that?" He's now lazily playing with your hair, fingers caressing through the locs carefully.

"You're not... bothered by it?" They might come check on us."

"Not really, I'm quite happy actually." He shrugs.  "Unless you aren't, if so, we can-"

"No," you interrupt, struggling to meet his eyes. "I'm happy too." 

"Good."  He kisses your forehead and leans your head back to rest on his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast, and it's somehow reassuring, like it's saying, "I feel the same way about you." 

All you can feel is utter happiness to be in this moment with him.

Until your phone rings.

Changbin gives you a look that says "don't answer," but your gut tells you otherwise, your phone is within arm's reach anyway, so you don't have to move around much to grab it. 

Once you do, you catch the glimpse of Chan's name, apparently he called you and send a few texts. 

Now it's Changbin's turn to be tense.

Opening your chat, you're met with his messages.

chris 🐺: really?

chris 🐺: I leave you guys alone for ONE NIGHT and you have sex?

chris 🐺: not that I didn't saw it coming, you're terrible at hiding it, but you could've at least WARNED ME before 

you: how do you even know that????

chris 🐺: YOU'RE BACK 😭

chris 🐺: anyway, may or may not have walked into the two of you cuddling in your sleep

The sight could've been innocent honestly, if Changbin didn't sleep in his underwear and his hand wasn't placed on your ass throughout the entire night.

you: sorry, i was going to tell you this morning

chris 🐺: it's fine, im just sad that you're growing so fast 😭😭😭😭😭

you: christopher, quit acting like my dad!

chris 🐺: sorry 

chris 🐺: it was cute though, i sneaked a couple of pics, doesn't matter

you: YOU DID WHAT????

Changbin snorts, eyes fixed on your phone, following your texts

chris 🐺: love you

chris 🐺: im making pancakes, if our breakfast plans are still up.

you: yeah, be out in a sec, need to soothe Changbin. he's traumatized, afraid you'll kill him

chris 🐺: oh and I will.

chris 🐺: after we eat tho :)

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[blu-joons]

Crisis Talks ~ Seo Changbin

The lingering smell of dinner in the kitchen was like torment for you as you took a seat down on the sofa. The silence in the room didn’t even bother you anymore, it was what you were used to when you first woke up in your apartment in the mornings, and what you were used to when you came home from work too.

You’d lost count of how long you’d been sat down on the sofa until at last the front door opened up. The time on the clock made you cringe, counting back to the time that Changbin told you that he’d be home with a shake of your head, the gap increasing every single day.

There was nothing from him as he walked through your home, he tried to look in your direction, but your eyes refused to look back in his. Instead he walked through the living room and into the kitchen, his hum audible enough for you to hear.

The sight of a plate waiting in the middle of the table made his heart sink as he fetched a bottle of water from out of the fridge. He barely had the heart to walk back into the living room after seeing what you’d done, and what he’d missed out on.

“I had no idea that you were planning on cooking for us tonight,” Changbin tried to explain to you.

“Is that your excuse for being home so late then?”

His head shook as he took a seat down on the sofa opposite you. “I didn’t think things would be as late as this, it just got busy.”

“It gets busy every day for you at the studio, doesn’t it?” You sarcastically asked him, “almost as if there’s nothing else that matters to you right now.”

Changbin’s brows furrowed in confusion as you spoke, not quite sure what you were on about. The one thing that he could pick up on though was how annoyed you were, as your eyes continued to look anywhere around the room but at him.

“Are you not even capable of just sending a text anymore?” You then asked Changbin.

There was silence from across the room as a lump ran down Changbin’s throat. It wasn’t as if it was a one-time thing that you could just humour anymore, night after night you found yourself waiting for Changbin and wondering where he was, having to cancel your plans time after time just to be able to suit him.

You could only consider yourself stupid for thinking that he’d actually be home when he said he would be when you started preparing dinner. You should have known better seeing how much of a pattern unexpectedly showing up was for Changbin.

“What’s the point anymore?” You quizzed, your harsh voice taking Changbin by surprise. “You don’t even have the decency to let me know that you’ll be late, you just think of work and nothing else. Does it even bother you that I do all of these things and you just keep letting me down?”

A quiet hum escaped from Changbin as he cleared his throat. “Of course, I care, but don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit? I’m working, running late happens from time to time.”

“It’s every single day Changbin! Surely you can find thirty seconds to at least just text and say that you’ll be late.”

The lack of concern that came from him troubled you, hurriedly running your hands through your hair. After giving yourself a moment, you stood up from the sofa, catching Changbin’s head looking up from where he sat as soon as you did.

You wanted him to do something, but instead he just watched as you began to walk. “I think I’ll go to Y/F/N’s tonight,” you told him, picking up your phone.

“So, you’re just going to walk away?” Changbin boldly asked you, knowing that he’d made a mistake as soon as your eyes widened in surprise.

You were quickly getting fed up with sticking around, allowing yourself to be a doormat for Changbin to walk all over. Things weren’t as they used to be, and the lack of normality was slowly wearing you down to run on empty.

Changbin scrambled to his feet as your expression dropped, standing in front of you. “I’m sorry,” he spoke calmly, keeping his eyes on you despite the fact the fact that yours only looked down at the ground instead.

“You can’t just say sorry Changbin, too much has gone on,” you replied. “All of these things I’m still doing for us, and yet it feels like you can’t even do the smallest thing for me.”

His head nodded, taking in everything that you had to say. He knew that he’d had his moments when he’d messed up, several times when he knew recently that he could have handled things better than he had done.

“I know that I could have done better,” Changbin told you, running his hand over the top of his head. “Work might be busy, but that’s no excuse for how I’ve treated you. You’re right, I could have done more for you, for us.”

“It’s just being a good human,” you told him, “thinking of others.”

“I know, I’ve lacked that recently.”

For the first time you finally seeing the emotion that you’d try to pull out of Changbin for so long. “You know that I always understand that work is busy, but all these empty promises, the lack of communication, that’s what I can’t deal with.”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with it,” Changbin agreed, “you do all these nice things for me, and look at what I’ve been doing to you.”

“You’ve been doing nothing,” you gently laughed, “that’s the problem.”

“I can be better though,” he quickly tried to assure you, feeling your eyes finally look across at him too. “I can text you when I’m going to be late, I can get dinner on the way home so that you don’t have to cook, all of these things.”

Your head nodded in reply to Changbin, it was one thing for him to say it, but you were worried whether he’d actually do it. He’d been trapped in a loophole for so long, you weren’t sure if he’d end up getting out of it.

“I know that you need to work hard and get things done at the studio Changbin, I just want you to think of me from time to time,” you explained to him. “If you just message and say you’ll be in late, I’ll never be mad, and I won’t end up wasting my time trying to do things to keep things together between us.”

“I can do that,” he confidently told you, “I can be more considerate and I can remember you. I’m sorry that for so long I’ve had tunnel vision, I should have thought of you a lot more than I have done, I should have done more to appreciate how hard you work to make things work, even when I’m a pain.”

“Annoyingly, I still adore you when you’re a pain,” you joked.

The corners of Changbin’s smile turned up slightly too, “I wonder sometimes why you actually do. I don’t deserve how kind you are to me sometimes, I think most of the time you should probably hit me or something, but instead you just smile, even though on the inside you probably hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” you assured him, “I just want to be a proper couple again, that’s all that I’m asking of you.”

“I know,” he whispered, “it’s not too much to ask for either, I’ll make the right changes to make things work again.”

Your head nodded back at him, “if you don’t Changbin, I don’t know where we go from here.”

“I will, I promise.”

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[devoidwrites]

Sorry, I love you - See Changbin

Summary: Seo Changbin was your best friend’s old friend. He’s a terrible liar, but it turns out there was one thing he was able to keep from you all these years.

Words: 3.5K

Genre: f2l, college au, fluff, angst

Pairing: Seo Changbin x FRIEND!Reader

Warning: alcohol consumption, cursing.

Changbin rolled his eyes as you paced in front of your floor length mirror for what seemed like an hour, but was nothing more than a mere five minutes. You were freaking out about the outfit you had on, worrying if Juyeon would notice or not.

Why you asked him, he had no clue. It's not like he was an expert when it came to fashion, but he'd sit through the two hours of torture of watching you try on clothes to impress a boy who didn't give two shits about you. If it made you happy.

Finally, you let out a huff before turning to your best friend. "You think he'll notice?"

Changbin glanced over your body, and he had to push the obscene thoughts to the back on his mind. The way the dress hugged your body in all the right places made his mouth dry. He wanted to tell you that you didn't have to worry about what any guy thought about you, because you were already perfect. However you were clearly worried about Juyeon's opinion on you, so he opted for a simple- "He'd be fucking stupid not too."

The smile that graced your lips made the comment worth saying, even if he hated the fact you asked for his help concerning another guy. He'd never let it slip though.

"It's not too much is it?"

Chnagbin shook his head, glancing over your body once more as you put your heels on. He stood up from your bed with a quirked eyebrow. "Don't you want to be noticed?"

"Obviously, but I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard!" You scoffed as if what he said was outrageously stupid. "I don't want him to think I'm easy."

Here you were, worrying about Juyeon of all people thinking you were the easy one. He had a different girl almost every month, but he didn't dare try and tell you that. Because for some ungodly reason you had a crush on the playboy, and he didn't want to risk showing you just how much he cared by telling you. He'd let you figure it out on your own.

So, when the two of you arrived at Beomhan's party and saw Juyeon grinding on a random girl, only one of you were surprised. Changbin patted you on the shoulder as a way to comfort you, but he knew it would only do so much when the two started to make out in the middle of the dance floor.

He followed you over to the bar without a word, letting you rant about how much of an asshole he was. "I can't believe him. Why would he act like he was interested in me just to go and get with another girl?"

"What goes on?" Jisung made his appearance, slinging an arm over your shoulder and throwing a lopsided grin over at Changbin. The older boy knew the younger boy had no other intentions than being your friend, so he didn't mind seeing the two of you so close. The only thing that irritated was that Jisung and Chan knew about his hidden feelings for you, and the younger boy teased him about it every chance he got.

He didn't miss the sly smirk Jisung sent him when you wrapped you arms around his waist for comfort.

Changbin snickered as you pouted some more. "Y/n, just found out how big of a sleeze bag Juyeon is."

"Juyeon?" Chan mused, his eyes glancing over at the topic source. "Dude's slept with like 72% of the female student body, and that's just on our campus."

You whined, downing your drink before pouring another. You had heard the rumors, but the way he lured you in during your project together gave you the impossible hope that he wasn't what everyone played him out to be. Turns out they were right. He was nothing more than a playboy that toyed with girls to entertain himself. You wanted to slap yourself for falling for such a coy.

To help ease the slight embarrassment you felt for letting yourself go through such a thing, you decided to drown yourself in the booze Beomhan offered his guests for coming to his party. Oh to be rich and spend your parents money of food and drinks. Only something you could dream of.

Changbin decided it was best if he didn't drink as much as he normally would. The sight of you downing shots with Wooyoung made him feel uneasy. Not because he didn't trust his best friend, but because he didn't like seeing you so upset over a guy that wasn't worth it.

He was sitting on the couch when you plopped down beside him with a pout on your lips. Your cheeks were tinted pink, a clear indication that you were past your limit. You turned your hazy eyes towards him and let out a whine. "Why doesn't he like me, Bin?"

He wasn't sure how to answer that, because he thought Juyeon was insane for ignoring you, especially when you showed up looking like you did. You outshine everyone here, so he wasn't sure why Juyeon went for someone who was nothing more than a dimly lit bulb compared to you.

"I'm not sure, but he's an idiot." Was what he found himself saying. You leaned into him more, and he swore his heart about jumped out of his chest.

"Is it too much to ask for someone to care about me? Someone who's sweet and compassionate and just love's me for me?" He found your drunk rambling rather adorable, and he couldn't help but brush the loose strands of hair out of your face.

"If only you knew, sweetheart."

You looked up at him, confused as to what he meant. Your mind wasn't able to put the pieces together due to the alcohol coursing through your veins. "What do you mean?"

Changbin shook his head, offering you a sweet smile. "Don't worry about it right now. I think it's time to get you home."

You sat up straighter, instantly shaking your head. "But I'm having so much fun!"

"And I'm not going to be the one to take care of you when you're completely wasted and can't walk straight."

A lie. He would do it a thousand times over if you'd asked him to.

"But Binnie..." You whined. The sound of his name leaving your lips in such a way almost made his heart stop, but he quickly composed himself and pulled you towards the door.

"It's already late y/n."

You pouted once more, but gave in nonetheless. "Fine."

You followed after him, grabbing onto his arm so you wouldn't get lost in the mass of people partying around the house. Jisung and Wooyoung weren't too thrilled on the two of you leaving 'so early', but Chan quickly ushered you out of the house once he saw you in your drunken state.

Changbin would have to thank him later.

-

“Why would you go after Juyeon when someone like Changbin exists?” Gahyeon questioned. She placed her books in her bag and followed you out of the room. The two of you met up with Yeosang, who looked beyond tired. 

“Whoever’s idea it was to get black out drunk a night before class should be canceled.” He pressed his finger against his temple as he fell in step with you.

Gahyeon snickered, laughing at both of your pains. “No one said you had to drink so much Yeosang.”

“Hard not to when you’ve got Wooyoung blabbing in my ear all night.” He retaliated. It was a fair point. Anyone would feel the need to drink if Wooyoung was talking their head off. “Anyways, what are we talking about.”

“I’d rather ignore it.” 

“Aww.” Gahyeon rolled her eyes before turning over to Yeosang. “Last night y/n finally realized how big of a fuckboy Juyeon is.” 

“You mean after we all tried to tell her that’s exactly what he was?” Yeosang feigned surprise, making you scoff in disbelief. “How surprising.” 

“And now I’m trying to tell her how stupid she looked going after someone like Juyeon when a whole Seo Changbin is out there.” 

“If you think he’s so great then why don’t you date him?” 

Gahyeon snorted at the question. “Well for one he’s not my type, which is girls. And second he’s my best friend who’s totally into you.”

“Plus he’s never written a song about Gahyeon.” Yeosang paused, his eyes widening at his own words. “Probably shouldn't have said that.” 

Gahyeon smacked him on the arm for spilling such a big secret. “How do you even know about that?!” 

“Wooyoung has a big mouth, okay?” 

You quirked an eyebrow at the two of them, wondering why you were kept out of the loop. “Changbin didn’t write a song about me.” 

You were in denial, because why on earth would Changbin write a song about you? What about you was song worthy? 

“It’s literally called ‘sorry, I love you’. You’re the only other girl in our friend group. who else would it be about?” 

You shrugged, unsure of how to answer that. You and Gahyeon were the only girls that would willingly put up with their chaotic tendencies, but why does that mean-

“Hey, y/n.” A voice broke you out of your thoughts. You turned around to find Juyeon standing behind the three of you, a sheepish smile on his lips. 

Gahyeon stepped forward slightly. “Can we help you?” 

You gave her a look, telling her that you appreciated her help, but it wasn't needed. “What do you want Juyeon?” 

“I wanted to apologize about last night.” He glanced down at the ground before locking eyes with you. Crossing your arms, you nodded for him to continue. “It was wrong of me to play you like that, and if you’d let me I want to make it up to you.” 

You felt both of your arms being nudged, an silent way of your two friends telling you not to do it. You knew they were right. It would’ve been different if he was late, but he was there before you, and he was already entertaining himself with his tongue down another girl’s throat. 

“I appreciate the apology, but I'm good.” You uncrossed your arms and gave him a half smile. 

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why not?” 

“You lead her on, asked her out to a frat party, and then made out with someone else before she even got there.” Yeosang scoffed, rolling his eyes. Juyeon glared over at the blond, but before he could say anything you gathered his attention. 

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” You concluded. You turned around to walk away, but his voice stopped you. 

“Kinda hypocritical of you since you were wrapped around Seo Changbin the whole night.” 

The mention of Changbin again made you stop in your tracks. How dare he talk about him. You felt your whole body get hot at his words, and you weren’t sure why, but him talking about your friend made you so angry. 

“Don’t you dare.” You hissed as you turned back around to face him. “Changbin was there for me whenever you decided to do me the way you did. He’s always been there for me and he’s more of a man than you ever will be.”

“Then why are you trying to find someone else?”

-

“This just might be our best work yet.” 

Chan grinned as he looked over at Changbin and Jisung. He sat in front of the set up with the younger boys behind him. Their eyes watched as he pressed the play button. The sound of their new song instantly filled their ears, their blended voices making them smile at one another

“I still can’t believe you wrote a love song.” Jisung mused. “Y/n, quite the lucky girl.” 

Changbin sighed as he sat back in his seat. “If only she’d realize it.” 

It took his four months to write the song about you. He put his entire heart and feelings into it. He really did love you, and it wasn't hard for him to put it into words. He was just worried about you realizing it was about you. He wasn't sure how you’d react. 

“You can’t hold her responsible when it comes to realizing how you feel.” Chan told him with a pointed look. “You can’t expect her to know without you openly telling her how you feel.”

“How can I when there’s always someone else in my way?” 

“That should make you want to tell her even more.” Chan told him. Crossing his arms over his chest, her twisted in the chair to turn around and look at him. "You're not the only one that has eyes for her."

“You think I don’t know that?” Changbin threw his head back and groaned. “You know how hard it is to see her with someone else?” 

“But whose fault is that?” 

“Jisung I will kick you out of your seat.” 

“You just don't want to hear it.” The youngest rolled his eyes. “Bin, one day she’s gonna meet someone that’ll treat her just as well as you can, and because you never confessed she’ll accept because we all know she’s too kind to say no to something like that.” 

“It might hurt to hear it. but Jisung’s right.” Chan spoke up. “You need to tell her before something like that happens.” 

“But-”

He was cut off by the door opening and you walking in with a small smile on your lips. He instantly sat up, his eyes wide in worry that you had heard their conversation. Jisung found it amusing, the smirk on his lips telling the older boy that. Chan was quick to cut the song off when he saw it was you. 

“Sorry, did I interrupt something?” You noticed the way Changbin tensed up, but you decided to leave him be. After your earlier argument with Juyeon you thought it was best not to bring it up. 

Changbin shook his head quickly, shooting you a what he thought was a reassuring smile, but was actually a hesitant one. “Of course not!”

“Good.” You smiled in returned and placed the bag on the table. “I brought food.” 

Jisung clapped and didn’t hesitate to take the bag you offered him. “I love you.” 

Chan took the bag you offered him. “You didn’t have to do that Y/N.”  

“I know, but the three of you have been stuck in here for the past two weeks trying to finish this song and I figured none of you remembered to eat, so I brought dinner.” 

Jisung moaned as he bit into the burger, making you snicker as you handed the last bag to Changbin. “Thank you Y/n.” 

“It’s no problem.” You sat in the chair by Chan. “Soo, how’s the song coming? Everyone’s got high hopes for it since it’s taking so long for you to post it.” 

Chan and Jisung eyed Changbin, waiting for him to say something. Of course he stuttered on his words, trying to find something to say that didn’t sound suspicious. Luckily, Chan came to his rescue. 

“It’s a different style than what we’re used to. We want to make sure it was perfect before taking the jump.” 

It was understandable. They’d never written love songs like that. Sure, there was ‘Wow’, but there was no deep meaning to the song. You were excited to hear the new sound of 3Racha, especially after the little snippet you heard when coming in. 

“What’s it called?”

“Sorry, so love you.” Jisung told you before grinning over at Changbin. “Bin came up with it.”

You turned to the boy who refused to meet your eye. He looked as if he was blushing, but he hid his face further so you couldn’t see him.

“When do you think it’ll be released?” 

“By the end of the week.” Chan said, making your eyes widen. You didn’t realize it would be so early, but you wouldn’t complain. You were sure no one else would complain either. Everyone was excited for the new track. 

“Hopefully.” 

“Awesome.” You smiled and stood back up. “I better get going. Gotta finish my Psych paper.”

“You sure you should be walking home alone?” Chan questioned. His eyes glanced over at the clock on the wall. “It’s kinda late.”

You shrugged. “Should be fine.”

“Nonsense!” Jisung exclaimed. His eyes lit up as if he had the worlds most brilliant idea. “Changbin will walk you home.”

Changbin's eyes widened a fraction, and Jisung grinned at the death glare he was receiving. It didn't go unnoticed by you, but you decided to ignore it. "It's no big deal."

"No, he's right." Changbin flinched, as if admitting the boy was right was the hardest thing he had to do. "I'll walk you home."

You smiled as he stood up and lead you out of the room, trying to ignore the teasing looks his friends were giving him. He'd get the brat back for this one later.

Changbin held the door open for you, waiting for you to walk through before he followed. The night air hit your bare arms, making you shiver slightly. "You didn't have to actually walk me home, you know."

"And if something happened to you?" He questioned. "I'd never forgive myself."

"I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." You grinned, showing off the muscles you didnt' have.

Changbin chuckled as you put your arm back down. " I know that, but honestly I'd feel better knowing you got home safe."

The two of you fell in a comfortable silence as you walked. The streets were surprisingly not that busy at the time, which made the walk peaceful. The only sound was the two of you walking and the very little cars that passed by. Your arms brushed against one another slightly, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. It comforted you.

"Can I tell you something?"

Changbin's voice broke the comforting silence. You felt him stiffen from beside you as the two of you continued to walk.

You glanced over at him, a teasing smile on your lips. "Are you confessing your undying love for me?"

You weren't sure what made you ask the question. Hearing Jisung's teasing from earlier must have had an effect on you.

He sighed as he came to a stop. "I am actually."

"Wait." You paused, stopping beside him instantly. "What?"

Changbin's eyes were on ground. He could feel his nerves acting us as he felt your eyes on him. "I really like you, y/n."

He finally looked up to face you, and you could tell he was being one hundred percent serious with you. Your chest warmed as he took a step closer to you.

You weren't sure how to feel about it at first. Your mind was buzzing with confusion until everything started to make sense. He was always there for you, even in times he didn't have to be. Even when it was about your exes he was always there.

The signs were right in front of your face and you left them unnoticed. Gahyeon and Yeosang even tried to tell you, but you were stupid enough to not believe them.

"I've tried to fight off these feelings, but you make it so damn hard." He took another step, leaving him standing directly in front of you. You had so much you wanted to say. So much you wanted to ask, but your tongue failed you.

"To be just friends, you're too beautiful." He recited softly. "I know I'll regret this if I don't, so I decide to express my feelings. I want to be more than just friends."

His song. This man was standing before you, reciting his own song lyrics to you. Your heart fluttered at the words, and you were then sure of how you felt about him. He was everything you've ever wanted, and you'd be a damned fool to let him walk away without you being beside him.

"You..." You finally found your voice, your eyes meeting his. You could see the love he had for you swimming around them. "You really mean that?"

"With everything I've got in me."

You reached your hand forward to cup his face in your hands. "Oh, Changbin. Why didn't you tell me?"

“A lot of reasons.” He melted into your touch, loving the contact he was receiving. “As childish as it sounds, I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same. And you were with Juyeon at the time. I didn’t want to come between anything regardless of how I felt about you two being together.”

You wanted to kick yourself. This whole time you were looking for the perfect guy and he was standing beside you, waiting for you to notice him.

He leaned closer to your face, his eyes trailing down to your lips. “Can I?”

You didn’t even hesitate to bring your lips together. The kiss lit something inside of you, and you found yourself pulling his closer to you as your arms moved around his neck. His hands trailed your waist, his touch setting your body ablaze.

You knew it that moment that you had buried these feelings you had for him. It was unknown to you on why you did such a thing, but you were glad they were on the surface, ready to be showed.

The two of you pulled away, and Changbin rested his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry, I love you.”

Was this love that you were feeling for him? You weren’t sure but you were willing to find out.

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Yer shekh ma shieraki anni.

Hiii, so I've spent a lot of time reading fanfics and imagines and this is my first time trying to write one for Changbin. Let me know what you think. Lots of love - Bl3333h

You’re tired. Drained. Emotionally and physically. Who knew four years of studying would be so tiring? You didn’t and that’s a fact. Assignments and tests piled on one another not even to mention the shit ton of practicals. All of this is starting to take its toll on you. But you are two sentences away from completing your final assignment for your degree.

“Fullstop…” you mumble under your breath. I am finally done! I am one grade away from getting my degree! You open the university portal and upload the assignment and click submit. “Hmph…I thought this would feel more satisfying” you whisper as you stare at the laptop screen in front of you. You check the time – 19:12. As you get up from your desk you decide to check up on your boyfriend. Come to think about it, the flat has been quiet…too quiet.

“Binnie?”

Nothing…

“Binnie?!”

“Uh… H- here! I’m in the living room!” he stutters as he calls back. You make your way over to the living room. Your flat isn’t a large, but it has served its purpose and even though it’s not much it’s home.

“You are looking at a woman who has just submitted her last assignment Bin!” you say proudly as you stand in the doorway, hands on your hips, large grin spreading across your face. His big brown eyes in which you could stare into all day long widens as he starts smiling widely. He does the cute little aegyo giggle you love so much.

“Jagi! That’s amazing, we need to celebrate. What do you think? I’m thinking food, fireworks, beer, that candy you love so much, more food!” he exclaims, arms flailing around as he speaks trying to show you how big he plans to celebrate this moment.

“Woaaah slow down mister” you laugh, doubling over clutching your stomach. “I’ve only submitted my final assignment, I didn’t get my degree yet! Let’s just enjoy the rest of the evening. Just you and me, our couch and that kdrama we’ve been meaning to finish.”

“Yah you’re no fun” he pouts shuffling over to you and embracing you. “If you really plan on sitting at home the whole evening binge watching kdramas” he sighs jokingly “you better go get us some snacks!” he points to the door.

“Why should I get the snacks?” you exclaim. “I don’t want to get into other clothes, I’m in my comfies” you say pointing to your shirt and tights – okay fine technically it’s his shirt but who cares you’re still wearing your tights.

“Jagi-ah!” he whines. “If you go, then I’ll get everything ready for the rest of the evening. I’ll set up the couch with all of the blankets you like, I’ll put out a fresh pair of pyjamas for when you get back and I’ll even get our cups ready for hot chocolate, or coffee, or tea, or whatever you want to drink” he pleads giving you a playful pout. You put your arms around his neck playing with the hair in the nape of his neck looking him in the eyes. “Jagiiiiii c’moooooon, if you go to get the snacks, I’ll make this the most magical night of your life” he says smirking and wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Seo Changbin! As much as I’d love to experience one of your magical nights, I am only able to take the amount of magic that our couch, our kdrama and your warm embrace can give me” you giggle lightly hitting his chest as he smiles down at you. “Fiiiiiiine” you cave in. “I’ll go to the store” you sigh exasperatedly. As you head up to your room you think you see him break out in a mischievous smirk.

“Okay Binnie, I’m heading out. Don’t miss me too much!” you sing as you exit the door.

“I miss you already jagi!” he calls after you causing you to smile softly. Lord knows, you love this man with all of your heart.

While you’re out of the house, Changbin puts up glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling along with two lamps (one that looks like the moon and one that looks like the Sun.) To top it off he leaves a loving little note on the coffee table.

As you get back to the house with the bag filled with snacks you call out for Changbin to tell him you got everything. As you enter the door you notice the room is dark and extremely quiet. With a crash you drop the snacks on the floor gasping and covering your mouth with your hands as a tear slips over your cheek. Through your tears you spot a folded piece of paper on the coffee table with your name on it. Slowly you take the note in your hands opening it and reading.

You are my moon, my sun, and all of the stars. So I did this to make sure you always know.

Your heart swells profusely and you start feeling warm all over. No wonder he wanted to get you out of the house so badly.

“Do you like it?” he whispers from the entrance of the kitchen. Your eyes flicker up to him from the note in your hands as you run over to him jumping into his arms and pressing your head into the crook of his neck.

“I love it”

“I love you”

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fav skz // Seungmin goes a little sexy

#did u have to bite your thumb at the camera in the last shot tho brother #seo changbin #kim seungmin #stray kids #bystay #skz #skzedit #skz gifs #createskz #stray kids gifs #jesskz #he talked about the other members but seungmin was the only one to get the sexy label so lol

[ihave-atummyache]

skz jealous texts <3

18++ nothing exactly explicit but there is implications!!!

ot8

Bang Chan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

FREE BONUS IS THE PICTURE I USED FOR IN’S PROFILE PICTURE BC OMGOMGOMH HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THUS?!?!!?

like he’s so pretty i wanna ran my head into a wall lol

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[miniversse]

⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

-

it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

#stray kids smut #stray kids #felix #hyunjin #lee felix #jeongin #han jisung #changbin #lee know #bang chan #skz smut #kpop #kpop smut #smut #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #skz x reader #kpop oneshots #one shot

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Wardrobe Malfunction

Stray Kids!9thmember au, Chan/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Sister!Reader

Summary: The stylists for the new comeback decide it's time for you to start showing off your figure more on stage. Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1712 M.list

‘Do I really have to wear this unnie? Why can’t I dress like the boys?’ You glanced at yourself in the mirror, distaste on your face.

‘Of course not honey! You’re a woman now, time to show off your figure!’ You scrunched up your eyebrows and closed your mouth, looking back to the mirror.

One stylist was arranging the clothes on your body and the other working on your hair.

The outfit you’d been forced into was for a show promoting the new LALALA comeback. The hair, you had no problem with. Blonde with pink streaks littered throughout in it’s usual long length, styled in a sort of half up half down look with pigtails.

The clothes themselves was where the issues lay.

The stylists had picked out the shortest skirt you were sure they could find, with an off the shoulder long sleeved crop top. The shoes weren’t all that bad, chunky heeled boots. You silently cheered when you saw you’d at least have something comfortable to dance in.

You tugged down the back of the skirt, extremely conscious about how much was actually on show. Obviously you were wearing safety shorts, but those too were incredibly short, leaving little left to the imagination with only a slither of fabric sticking out beneath the skirt.

Your eyes were then drawn to your shirt. Since it was off the shoulder, you had to wear a strapless bra that definitely didn’t fit you correctly. You’d had to pull it up at least three times in the past ten minutes, and you were standing still!  

‘Unnie please! I can’t dance in this!’ You pleaded one last time, spinning round to face the head stylist, trying to gain any amount of sympathy.

The older woman just waved you off with a roll of her eyes.

‘Oh please, you’ll be fine. Plus maybe it’ll help attract more male fans.’ She said nonchalantly as she walked from the room, leaving you gobsmacked after what she said.

Once you were ready for the show, you were guided to the boys dressing room.

As soon as they saw you, their conversations dried up and just stared at you.

‘Don’t even bother saying anything. I know I look ridiculous.’ You threw yourself down next to Hyunjin and crossed your arms under your chest, unintentionally pushing up your bra and giving Hyunjin a much better look than he’s sure you intended.

‘What?’ You shot him a confused look when he turned away, blush coating his cheeks.

‘Umm... That’s a short outfit, noona.’ Jeongin spoke up, trying to save Hyunjin from the embarrassment.

It was then that you looked down at yourself and blushed harshly when you realised what you’d done. You quickly sat up straight and fixed your shirt, avoiding eye contact.

You trusted your band mates whole heartedly, but at the end of the day they were still men with eyes. At least you knew the stylists plan was working...

Felix cleared his throat across from you, cutting through the awkwardness.

‘Why have they dressed you like that noona?’ You shook your head with a sigh as you answered.

‘Stylists said ‘I’m a woman now’ and ‘This would help to gain male fans.’ You rolled your eyes as you mimicked the older woman.

‘What the heck!? They said that to you?’ Chan shot up and came to stand next to your seat.

You nodded in confirmation. He stared at you for a moment, before scoffing and placing his hands on his hips.

‘If you aren’t comfortable, surly they can’t make you wear it?’ Jisung spoke, not entirely believing his own words. Most of the time, they had no say in what they wore.

‘I’m gonna talk to them.’ Chan was already  halfway to the door when you shot up to stop him.

‘Chan I already tried, plus we have to be on stage soon. I can deal with it for one show.’ He looked down at your hand on his arm, contemplating your words before sighing.

‘As long as you’re  sure, but I’m speaking to them right after the show.’ You sighed in relief. The last thing you wanted to do was cause issues for the boys, just because you didn’t want to wear an outfit.

The first part of the performance went fin, no hiccups.

It was during the second half that you felt your bra beginning to slip out of place. You quickly grabbed the material and held it in place. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, as you nearly exposed yourself on TV.

There was no way you’d be able to fix your clothing, but running off stage wasn’t an option either.

You just put on a brave face, trying to hold back tears and wrapped your arms round your torso, still dancing as best you could.

All the boys had noticed your predicament, but all they could do was shoot you sympathetic looks.

Luckily, Changbin was wearing a jacket as part of his outfit and smoothly made his way over to you, dropping his coat over your shoulders.

You quickly gave him a thankful look, before turning round and zipping the coat up.

Thankfully Changbin did what he did in that moment. As you stood in your ending pose, you could feel your shirt and bra had completely slipped, leaving you bare beneath the jacket.

This was the most humiliating moment of your career.

You wasted no time bolting off stage, ignoring he calls coming from your members.

Bursting into the dressing room, the stylists all adverted their gaze, too ashamed to own their screw up. Gathering up your comfortable clothes, you locked yourself in the bathroom to change.

‘How could you let that happen?’ Chan yelled raging, ad he also burst into the dressing room.

All the stylists looked up at him like deer in headlights. ‘You’re supposed to keep us safe and comfortable on stage!’ Chan continued on. By now the woman had all bowed their heads, knowing they couldn’t get away from this.

As Chan was scolding the staff, Felix knocked on the bathroom door.

‘Y/N? You in there?’  he got no reply so pressed his ear to the door. He could hear faint sniffles on the other side.

Felix pulled back, distressed at what he heard and knocked again, this time more rapidly.

‘Y/N? Can I come in?’ Felix almost fell into the bathroom when you suddenly pulled open the door, now changed out of the offending outfit.

‘Can we please leave now?’ You whispered meekly.

‘Yeah of course!’ Felix answered without hesitation. He guided your from the bathroom, quickly telling Minho that he was taking you home.

Chan was still too angry to be interrupted right now.

You were quiet in the car ride home. Felix could tell you didn’t want to talk, so he just sat there in silence, knowing his presence was enough to comfort you.

Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket.

‘Apparently the stylists responsible are being bought into a meeting tomorrow.’ Felix summarised the group chat, causing you to look away from the window for the first time.

‘Chan is still livid though.’ He snorted with a shake of his head. It was only then that you noticed Felix was still wearing his stage outfit.

‘Oh jeez. I didn’t even let you get changed...’ Your brows furrowed. All you had wanted to do was get out of there. You hadn’t even given a thought to your band mates.

Felix leaned forwards and placed a comforting hand on your knee with a smile.

‘Seriously noona, don’t sweat it! I just care about getting you home right now.’ You leaned back in your seat and nodded. He must be uncomfortable being in those clothes for so long...

‘You should shower when we get back. Get al that makeup and hairspray out.’ He pulled back and gave you another comforting smile.

A hot shower did sound good right now.

The hot shower really had done wonders in helping you relax and unwind.

You were now sat on your bed in cosy pyjamas as you braided your wet hair.

‘Hey’ Chan knocked on your open door, before inviting himself inside. You smiled warmly and scooted forwards, allowing him to position himself behind you.

Chan reached up and rested his hands on your shoulders, rubbing soothingly. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned out softly in relief.

'how you feeling?’

‘Better, still embarrassed.’ You breathed out.

‘Don’t be. The stylists should have listened to you.’ His hands ran down your arms and over your stomach, pulling you into a hug from behind. You leaned back and allowed him to take your weight.

‘They’re in trouble by the way. JYP wasn’t happy. He found out right away.’ He chuckled next to your ear.

You were conflicted upon hearing this. On one hand, you were glad they were getting pulled up on their actions but on the other hand, you didn’t want anyone to loose their job because of you.

‘I know what you’re thinking and stop it. They bought it on themselves.’ Chan hugged you tighter and placed a feather light kiss on your neck. You sighed contently and the contact.

‘People are on your side by the way’ You turned your head to look at him in confusion. He smiled down at you. ‘Online. Nobody had anything bad to say. All think you handled it really well.’

You pulled out of his arms and sat up right with a relieved laugh.

‘I’ve been too scared to look. Thanks for putting my mind at ease.’

‘Anytime!’ Chan beamed at you and pushed your braid over your shoulder. He suddenly got up and reached his hand out for you to take.

‘We picked up takeout on the way back. I’m sure you’re starving.’

‘Hell yes I am!’ You eagerly took his hand and followed him from the room.

3 messages from Big Bro Jungkook

Hey sis! Tried to call you but couldn’t get through. I know the guys are probably looking after you, but I just wanted to make sure you’re ok?

I’ve had wardrobe malfunctions myself, but it’s obviously worse for you lol

Anyway, I’m here if you wanna talk!

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #seo changbin #lee felix #lee know #minho #i.n #jeongin #seungmin #idol!au #9th!member au

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Brat Taming 101 (with sub!skz)

A guide on how to tame your brat.

Word Count: 2965

Contents: d/s dynamics, degradation, ruined orgasms, orgasm denial, use of whore, mistress, chastity belt, exhibitionism, pervy behaviour, bondage, sex toys, public sex

Chan

Degradation is the way to go with this one. Channie is not often one to be bratty. He likes pleasing you and being good for you. And he loves the way you take care of him and help him to release all of his stress. So it’s rare that he messes with that. He likes to tease, sure, but he usually doesn’t take it very far, falling in line very quickly.

But on the rare occasion that he continues to push your buttons, degrading him is the way to go. This boy is such a slut for your praise. He always needs to hear how well he’s doing, how good he’s making you feel, how much of a good boy he is for bringing you so much pleasure. So taking that away and replacing it with some degradation does wonders.

His cheeky little grin fades so incredibly quickly when it starts. He tries a little harder to please you while trying not to make it obvious; works his mouth or his fingers or his cock harder to prove how good he is for you and you can see the way he’s quickly breaking when you don’t react.

Add in some disinterest if you really want to dissuade him from trying to be bratty again. Don’t moan or squirm or buck your hips, look as bored as possible. He’ll get so desperate for a reaction and so disappointed when he thinks he’s doing a bad job, not even capable of making you feel good. When tears well up in his eyes and he starts babbling about how he just wants you to feel good and to tell him what to do you’ll know you’ve truly broken him.

“S-Sorry sorry sorry. Please. I-I can make you feel g-good. Promise. Promise I can be your g-good boy. Promise I can make you feel good. J-Just tell me what to do. Please tell me what to do.”

Minho

Two words: ruined orgasm. The man can run his fucking mouth, and he knows just how to press your buttons. He loves to too. Early on in the relationship he got so fucking cocky because you couldn’t figure him out. He knew you were trying to pull him apart and find out what makes him tick but it took ages to uncover it and he had free reign to be as bratty as he wanted. 

Edging wasn’t a punishment because the resulting orgasm was too good. He loved overstimulation, actively relishing in it the whole time. Even denying him wasn’t quite what you wanted. It took far too long to take effect and after weeks you were also desperate for him.

No, you had needed something else.

And all it took was a quickie while waiting for your food to be delivered one day to figure it out. He had cum just at the moment that the doorbell rang and the sudden surprise ruined his headspace completely and left him unsatisfied. It was so cute, the look of anger and frustration on his face after being left without a complete orgasm. The way he grabbed your hand and all but demanded you did it again so he could cum properly.

And you’d given in that day, but saved the tidbit of information for later. And it’s so so worth it. When you have him tied up and he’s been a menace all day long, teasing you and acting up, and he’s so sure that whatever punishment you give him he’ll like it or at least take it well. Edging he can take, denial he can handle for at least a couple of weeks. But the way you pull away, stopping all stimulation at the second he’s about to cum, leaving his body shuddering and tensing and cock leaking but not actually releasing is the worst torture he could imagine.

The first time he gets frustrated and his words get more defiant and bratty about how you fucked it up and don’t even know how to make him cum. But your smirk has him faltering. It only takes two ruined orgasms for him to break. When you leave him unsatisfied and uncomfortable, so pent up and needy to cum, he’ll start tearing up and begging you. If you tell him then that you’re going to deny him after that and not let him cum at all he’ll completely fall apart before your very eyes.

“I-I’ll be a good boy! I’m sorry, mistress. P-Please, I need to cum so badly! Please.”

Changbin

Binnie, honestly, is barely a brat. He likes to be playfully bratty but he's never very serious about it. Most of the time he’s a very good boy for you and he loves to be praised so he has no reason to act up. He likes to tease you here and there but never for long so it’s very rare for him to act up to the point that you feel the need to punish him.

Only once in a blue moon does he get too bratty. You know something about annoying you and seeing you frustrated with him sometimes gets him going. He doesn’t drop the teasing quickly and keeps pushing your buttons to get you upset. And at first you do exactly that, giving him warnings that just make him grin at you and act up even more. Telling him to wait until you get him home only makes him giddy.

The way to get him to behave is unconventional. You could try degrading him but it doesn’t have the desired effect, usually making him cry. And not in a fun way. You can deny him but only if you want him to get clingy and pouty afterwards. And if you want to get off with him then having to wait isn’t ideal.

No, the best thing to do happens before you go into the bedroom. When you get home, instead of pulling him into the bedroom or telling him off, simply set yourself down and sigh in defeat, pout for good measure. Unlike most of the others, Changbin feels so bad if his teasing upsets you. He wants you riled up, not sad. So if you sit somewhere to do something quiet his attitude will change immediately.

He’ll approach you with a pout and poke your cheeks. If you sigh that you’re not in the mood to play when he’s acting up like that, lamenting that you just wanted your sweet boy and you had a whole plan to pamper him and make him feel amazing (he loves more than anything when you’re a pleasure dom for him) and any resolve he has left is gone. He’ll have his head in your lap, looking up at you with watery eyes and whimpering that he really wants to be your good boy and he’ll do whatever you say.

“I’ll be you good boy, you know how good I am. I’m sorry I acted up all day, please let me make it up to you.”

Hyunjin

The problem with this whore (affectionate) is that he kinda likes anything you do to him. He’s just kinky like that. And when he’s in the right headspace any “punishment” is usually just going to egg him on. Of course denying him an orgasm can be effective but he has no shame and no pride about it and you will find him humping his pillow mere days later to get off “without touching himself.”

He’s a tad infuriating.

No, truly the best thing to do to actually break him is something that keeps him from getting off at all. A chastity belt is truly the best choice for when he decides the act up.

The hilarious thing is it honestly doesn’t take that long. He’s so desperate to be touched and you leaving him high and dry is one thing but locking him up so he can’t even touch himself? Just dangling the chastity belt in front of him has him swallowing hard and chuckling nervously. Sometimes just that is all it takes for him to start behaving himself, being the best boy you’ve ever seen and following every instruction to a tee.

But if his attitude persists it’s truly as simple as locking him up. From there it doesn’t matter what you do. You can keep teasing him and touching him until he gets worked up, you can make out with him which always ends up with him turned on anyway, but even sitting on the couch, cuddling, and watching a movie will do. Once it’s on it’s all he can think about. 

Even on the couch he’ll end up curling against you and whimpering that he needs your attention. And when you question him about his bratty behaviour it’s completely gone and he's the sweetest, most pliant boy you’ve ever seen.

“M sorry.  I-I’ll be a good boy. I promise. J-Just please take it off. Please let me cum. Promise I’ll be such a good boy for you.”

Jisung

God this is too easy. Sungie may have a big mouth but he’s impatient, horny, and desperate. He can never hold out very long so no matter what you do he’ll break out of the brattiness unless you fully indulge it.

No no, the real fun of this is the how. You have so many options.

Easily the fastest is don’t let him touch you. Even bringing out the ties will make him whimper. He can hold it together for a minute or two but the second you slip off your panties he’s a goner. This man will tip the whole ass chair over and nearly break his own front teeth when he goes down trying to get closer to you and begging to touch you, telling you how badly he needs to feel you.

You could also tap into his exhibitionism kink. You both know it exists even if you don’t talk about it much. Usually it’s nothing serious. A little bit of teasing while out at dinner, or a quickie in an empty closet when you’re both needy. But when he’s being a brat and you get him home and push him down on the couch. Get a hand down his pants before he has time to react and watch as his cheeks blush red and he starts to stutter and whimper while you murmur to him about how if he’s going to be a brat he can do it on the couch where any of his friends can walk into so see how badly behaved he is.

I blame stayvilleblr for making me think about perv!jisung. The most fun method is a combination of his pervy tendencies and his little humiliation kink you eventually uncovered. You learned early on dating him how much he liked getting a view up your skirt or down your shirt. It only took you sleeping over once for you to start losing panties and when you found a pair under his pillow you saved that little tidbit of information for later.

Let him run his mouth all day and be a tease. You would think he’d get suspicious of your leniency but he never does. Coax him into his room but let him think it’s all his idea. Only when you’ve got him on the bed should you pull the panties he’s hidden out from under his pillow. Boy will do a 180 so fast. Starts sweating and blushing and stuttering. Stuff the panties in his mouth and start degrading him for good measure and watch him fall apart before your very eyes.

“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you.”

“Y-Yes please, fuck, please fuck me. I’ll be your good little whore, I need it so bad.”

Felix

Brat? This boy? You have the wrong sub. Felix doesn’t have a bratty bone in his body.

However he likes the idea of getting punished. Just a little bit. So if you notice him suddenly acting up or teasing you when he knows he shouldn’t he’s cautiously testing to see if he can push your limits and shake up his usual good boy act.

Go easy on him. Let him tease just a little and honestly, a warning usually deters him from anymore, too bent on being your good boy to truly cause trouble. If he keeps going though you can at least put on a little show for him. Give him a few warnings and watch him get just a little nervous but keep pushing you. When you get him home be just a little bit rough with him he likes being manhandled.

He might break just from that but if he doesn’t all it takes it just the hint of a punishment. On the days when he really wants to push his luck he’ll hold out for as long as he can, being so cutely defiant it makes you wanna giggle. But keep your wits about you and follow what he wants, giving him a few more chances to be a brat. 

Then give him literally any punishment. Deny him an orgasm, stop touching him, overstimulate him, degrade him, honestly anything will make him break so fast. He wants to believe he can be a brat but he can’t take being punished and he will immediately start tearing up and begging and saying he’ll be good for you again. Make sure to give him lots of snuggles and good aftercare.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry please please d-don’t stop. I-I’ll be good. I’ll b-be your g-good boy.”

Seungmin

This is not going to be easy. He so so relishes in making you frustrated and it isn’t easy to break him when he gets into a bratty mood. If you touch him at all he sees it as a win and he’ll definitely let you know it, teasing you for not being able to keep your hands off of him. If you let him touch you or tell him to make you feel good he’ll get so cocky about it, saying you can’t get off without his fingers, tongue, thigh, or cock.

No, the only thing that truly works is to completely ignore him. He’ll let you tie him up because he doesn’t think you could break him out of his brattiness no matter what. Just get on the bed and start playing with yourself, ignoring him and his comments completely. Pull out your toys and he’ll start saying that you know he can fuck you better. Pull out a dildo that’s bigger than him. If you’re really invested get a fuck machine and don’t hold back any moans or reactions from how good you feel.

Seungmin likes to think he’s the only one, or thing, that can really make you feel good. Proving him wrong is the only way to tame him. He’ll start sweating when you pull out the dildo and his words get more defiant and cocky until you’re moaning louder for the toy than you do for him. That’s when he starts straining against the ties. The closer you get to your release the more desperate he’ll start to sound and when he knows you’re about to cum (or at least when you sound like it) is when he’ll start begging, voice nearly cracking as if he’s going to cry.

“Baby, please. Put down the toy I can fuck you so much better, I promise. Please let me touch you, let me fuck you.”

Jeongin

Sweet sweet baby bread is a massive fucking tease. He lives to push your buttons and get you going. And it would take a while to figure out how to properly wipe that cocky little smirk off his pretty face. The best method is often calling him on his bluffs.

He really likes to run his mouth and tell you how good of a job he can do. He does know how to please you but he’s not used to being in charge and it trips him up every time. Any time you pout at him and tell him that he can take over if he’s so much better you’ll see his smile falter. He’s suddenly clumsy and frazzled and desperately trying to save face because he’s not actually sure what to do . The boy who is usually so good at getting you off will struggle to do so, even more so when you give him a genuinely curious and worried look and ask if he’s okay. Give it time and he’ll crumble, begging for your help and to tell him what to do.

What’s way more fun though is when you call him on his bluff in public. He cannot keep his hands or his words to himself when he’s out with you, enjoying any reaction he can get out of you, knowing that with so many people around there’s nothing you can do about it. It makes it all the more surprising to him when you pull him into a changing room at the mall and press the heel of your palm against his crotch and ask him if he's really that needy that he can’t wait until you get home. The way his eyes go wide and he starts sputtering is just too cute. Despite his whimpers that someone might hear him while you’re palming him he gets hard so fast and soon he’s panting and hiding his face in your neck and promising to be a good boy for the rest of the day because he can’t stay quiet when he cums and he knows someone will hear.

“Sorry sorry m’ sorry please. Promise I’ll be a good boy for you. I-If I cum like this someone will hear. L-Let’s go home  n’ I’ll make you feel so good, p-promise.”

#here have a lil treat #ive been working on this slowly for a hot minute #and can i just say #something about sub lino is so fun to write #i need to do a whole one shot #its such a fun characterization #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #lee know smut #lee minho smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut #i.n smut

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LOST ALL CONTROL

“you're supposed to go have dinner at Changbin's place, but the clothes you're wearing are too revealing, yknow keeps lifting whenever you move your arms, pants are tight etc. He tries to focus on the meal he's preparing, but ends up pinning you against the counter because he can't hold back anymore.” - request by @smuttystraykidsthoughts

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Plus Size afab!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Smut🔞 / Fluff

this is my first smut drabble on here and i’m terrified lol. i hope you all like it!! x

You don’t know how you got here. Bent over on the kitchen table, whimpering and whining as your boyfriend’s hand was shoved down your leggings and played with your clit while the other massaged your breast. One minute you were helping him prepare dinner and the next he practically slammed you against the counter and started kissing you roughly. 

You and Changbin have never gone farther then touching, mainly due to your insecurity about your weight and size, but tonight it was clear he wanted more. He needed more. His hard on pressed against your ass and your legs trembled. 

“Do you know how sexy you look right now princess?” Changbin breathed into your ear. “Do you know how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you when you’ve been wearing such tight clothes today?” His fingers rubbed roughly at your clit making your legs shake. All you could do was whine and sob in response. 

It was true, usually you wore clothes that were loose and baggy on you cause you hated to see your stomach. But today it was hot and you wore tight black leggings and a black tank top. You showed more skin than you ever did and it took all of Changbin’s strength not to pounce on you the second he let you into his apartment. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your curves the entire time. Your clothes left nothing to the imagination and it was clear, beneath you weren’t wearing anything. 

“Baby I need you, I need to make you mine. Please.” He begged as he pushed his groin into you from behind. You turned your head and kissed him desperately in response. You were soaking wet from how much he played with you. You were just as desperate as him. 

“Binnie, please.” You begged softly. “I want you.” He gently turned you around and ripped the tank top off you. He pushed you down on the kitchen table and leaned over you as his lips crashed into yours. Then they traveled to your neck as he quickly pulled your leggings off you. 

Binnie pulled away and took a moment to look at you. This was the first time you were completely naked in front of him. The sight made his cock twitch in excitement. You on the other hand became nervous and shy under his lustful gaze. He stopped your arms from trying to cover yourself. 

“Don’t.” He said softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful y/n.” He ran his hands up your thick thighs, passed your stomach and gently squeezed your breasts. “So fucking beautiful.” He groaned before taking your right nipple into his mouth. His hand slipped between your legs and his fingers brushed against your folds. 

“Oh god.” You whimpered as your fingers tangled in his hair. He inserted two fingers and pressed his thumb against your clit making you gasp and arch into him. “Binnie please, please don’t stop.” You begged. 

He groaned in response and began to pump his fingers at a quick pace while he kissed down your stomach, kissing every inch of your skin that he could get to before he looked at you with his lustful onyx eyes. He dove between your legs and began to lick at your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you. The apartment filling with sounds of your moans and cries as well as your wetness every time he pumped them into you. 

“B-Binnie..” You sobbed out as your body began to tremble. You couldn’t focus on anything, all you could say was his name over and over again as you felt your walls clench around him. He smirked into your wet core, knowing very well that you were close. His eyes watched your every move as he quickened the pace to an unforgettable speed. 

“Cum princess. Cum for me.” He ordered softly before attacking your clit with his tongue again. Your eyes rolled back and you shook violently as you felt your release hit you. You cried out his name as he continued to thrust his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high and gently pulled them out once you were done. You whimpered at the empty feeling. 

“God princess look what you do to me.” You open your eyes and looked town to see his hard boner poking from under his grey sweats. It makes your core ache in need and you bite your lip. He moves closer to you and caresses your cheek. “You’re sure you want this princess? Once I start I won’t be able to stop.” You look into his eyes that were full of lust, longing and need and nodded in response. 

“I’m ready Binnie, I want you.” You replied softly. He kissed you deeply and picked you up bridal style, ignoring your protests about how you were too heavy. He walked to his bedroom, carrying you with ease which would be no surprise because of how much he works out. Once he gets to your bed he lays you down gently and takes off his shirt. 

Your breath hitches at the sight, just like you he never really liked showing much skin. So this was a first for you. You bit your lip as you watched him push down his sweats and boxers, letting his hardened member spring out. Your eyes widened at the size and you let out a soft whimper. Not only was he long, but he was thick.  

“Binnie I d-don’t know if it’s gonna fit.” You whimpered nervously. He slowly crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply. “It’s so big.” You whimpered into his lips. Your hand gently reached for it and palmed it gently, earning a loud groan and whimper from him. 

“I’ll be gentle princess.” He whispered and buried his face in your neck. His body pressed flush against yours, he wanted to feel all of you as he finally made you his. He lined his tip at your clit and rubbed it in circles, making you whine and even more drenched down there. When he was ready he pressed the tip in and slowly pushed into you. 

You choked on air and arched into him. Your hands clung to his biceps as you felt him move deeper and deeper until he was completely inside you. His size making you wince and whimper at the slight pain it was causing. He kissed your neck and nipped at it. He didn’t dare move, he wanted to wait until you gave him the okay. 

“You’re so tight and warm princess, you’re perfect.” He whimpered into your neck. You legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, signaling him you were ready for him. He pulled out almost completely before sliding back in, making you cry out when you felt him hit deep inside you. Your body trembled as you clung to Changbin for dear life. His thrusts started out slow and gentle as he kissed your neck and collar bone. He bit and marked as much as he could. He wanted the whole world to know you were his. He pulled back his head and looked deep into your eyes as he thrusted into you.

“I love you.” He breathed out. “I l-love you y/n.” Your heart pounded as tears flew down your cheeks from his confession and the overwhelming feeling of him inside you. You pressed your lips to his in a deep and passionate his whispering that you loved him to into his soft beautiful lips. This caused his pace to grow quicker and his thrusts harder. Your moans turning into cries and whines of pleasure that you were sure all your neighbors could hear. His moans were loud as well and they only made you more aroused. “You like it sweetheart? Do you like how I fuck you?” He groaned out as he pounded into you. 

“Y-Yes Binnie! Please don’t stop.” You begged. You could feel your stomach tighten and that all familiar feeling start to form at your core. Changbin could feel you tightening around him and he moaned loudly. He buried his face in your neck and held you close to him as he pounded relentlessly into you. He wanted to make you scream and that’s exactly what you did. He knew you were close as he slipped his hand between you both and rubbed your clit. 

“Cum with me princess, I want you to cum with me.” He begged. You could feel his cock begin to throb inside you, but you couldn’t form any words to respond. You were so overwhelmed by his size, and his fingers that all you could do was sob out in response. Soon you clenched around him and your eyes rolled back, you couldn’t even make a sound because of how strong you came. But the noises that left Changbin’s lips when he spilled his hot seed deep inside you were heavenly to the ear. 

He stayed there for a moment, still inside you as he buried his head in your neck. “So perfect.” He groaned out. You were so exhausted and overwhelmed that you laid limp beneath him and whimpered in response. He pulled out slowly earning a loud whine from you. You hated how empty you felt without him inside you. He pressed soft kisses to your face and lips and caressed your cheek. “You did so good princess. So good.” He moved over to the side of you and pulled you into his arms. “You’re mine, all mine.” He whispered as he played with your hair. Your eyes fluttered closed as you laid your head on his bare sweaty chest. 

“All yours.” You breathed out. 

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[zeroeightzeroone]

in this lifetime and the next - seo changbin

genre: angst? sad? hurt? idk two exes are talking about their past relationship

pairing: ex-boyfriend, non-idol!seo changbin x ex-girlfriend!femreader

notes: if this looks familiar, my secondary blog 'zerothreetwentyfive ' was deleted by tumblr (idk why) so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.

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"how…" he clears his throat, "how have you been?"

his eyes are fixed on the night sky. even with the knowledge that he isn't looking in your direction, you still shrug before replying, "i've been… okay."

if someone told you three years ago you'd be lying under the millions of stars sparkling up within the dark night sky, next to your ex-boyfriend, you would've been convinced that person was out of their mind. especially, if that person told you that throughout the trip you would find yourselves alone together coincidentally, eventually finding yourselves sober and in the comfort of your ex-partner laid next to you. a cool breeze drifting by once in a while and everyone else who came onto the trip were either drunk or passed out inside the cottage. 

you really would've called an intervention. convinced that they were far too delusional for their own good.

then again, you from three years ago would have never believed there'd come a day when your boyfriend would become your ex. where he would become someone of your past. you from three years ago could not even fathom, nor entertain the possibility of being away from the man, of living without the man. the man you loved more than anything or anyone. a statement that holds true to this day.

truthfully, you believed that he would be the one you would love and be loved by for eternity. believing that you waited your whole life, for everything in the universe to align, paving the path to meet the man you were fated for, the man you would call the one:

seo changbin.

"work's been good? school? life?" changbin's voice is quite soft and his tone is a bit awkward. 

he's tiptoeing around his words, trying to figure out how you feel about him. weighing out what you could and couldn't speak about or if you should be speaking at all. the thought of overstepping and potentially making you uncomfortable sits in the back of his mind.

"they've been… more or less the same," you answer.

it's different without you, you think to yourself. 

his absence was something you could never get used to after the breakup. three years later and that sense of emptiness looms over your head.  

"i got promoted last year," you add.

"oh really? that's great to hear!" changbin's tone is excited but at the same time it's uneasy.

of course, he's excited, and he's proud of you but he still doesn't know how you feel about him right now. what if he makes you uncomfortable with too much excitement? or a lack of excitement? changbin's treading lightly.

"… uh… sorry–"

"—how about you? how have you been?" you're quick to cut him off. 

if you didn't, changbin would go on rambling and apologizing; something you picked up on very early into your relationship. the man lying next to you apologizes for everything, regardless of if he is at fault or not. even if there is no fault, he finds himself apologizing anyway.

"last i remember you were working a big project."

changbin blinks, taken aback by the sudden interruption but he composes himself quickly, "o-oh! i've been doing good as well. happy that it's done."

"how'd it go?" you wonder.

"it was... definitely a lot more than we expected to take on. the clients decided they wanted to expand more on their vision. change up a lot of pre-made plans."

"ah, i see... i can't tell if that's good or bad?"

"i'd say it's both," you can hear the slight smile in his tone, "a lot of work done being scrapped which, y'know, isn't exactly ideal. but they agreed to pay us more which is good. i'd say we were rewarded adequately for the work we put in."

you hum, "well, then, i'm happy for you."

silence looms in the air between the two of you. neither of you knows what to say to the other, how to continue a conversation. 

the both of you stare up at the stars overhead; most of which you aren't able to see on a daily due to the light pollution in the city. while there is a silence that has fallen between you two, it's not an uncomfortable one. neither of you are itching to escape an awkward atmosphere, to escape being around your ex. instead you find yourselves in a comfortable space in the presence of the one lying next to you.

basking in a presence neither of you has had the opportunity to be comforted by, let alone be around, in the past three years.

you find yourself instinctively fiddling with the ends of your hoodie sleeves, pulling them over your hands and hiding them inside. beside you, changbin adjusts his arm to rest behind his head while the other one rests on his stomach.

"y'know what this reminds me of?" he says suddenly, in a hushed tone, "reminds me of our two-year anniversary."

tearing your eyes off the sky, you turn your head to changbin's direction. 

you let your eyes linger on him for a moment. entranced by how the stars and the moon illuminate his features in such a soft and gentle manner. it's been three years since you've been this physically close to changbin, let alone seen the man, you can't help but analyze his features like it's the first time. looking over the features you fell in love with way back when.

changbin looks just as amazing as ever, maybe even more attractive. he still sports those soft, dark curls in his shaggy hair that falls right under his eyes. he's more buff in comparison to when you last saw him three years ago.

the longer you let your eyes look over him, the more you're taken back, that sense of nostalgia washing over you. he's right, this moment is reminiscent of your two-year anniversary. 

you remember the months leading up to that day as if it were yesterday.

you remember repeatedly asking your boyfriend how you two should celebrate the milestone that was coming just around the corner. in response, he would always say he would be the one to take care of everything and that all you needed to do was sit back and relax. 

the boy was clad in light blue denim jeans, a navy varsity-styled jacket with a white shirt underneath, his hair tousled as it fell in front of his black-rimmed glasses when he knocked at your door. greeting your family before whisking you away for a night you will never forget.

changbin quite literally drove you off into the sunset, one hand gripping the wheel whilst his other held your hand in his. the both of you belting out to the playlist you created together, one that grew as each day passed. 

by the time you arrived at your destination, the sun had set behind the skyline as the dark sky loomed over the city. you remember the way your jaw slacked in awe at the breathtaking sight of all the stars. 

"i've never been this close to the stars! they're so much closer from up here!" 

you stood there gaping at the stars for what felt like eternity, while changbin stood beside you, his eyes full of affection as he stared at you. oh, his eyes. you would think he captured the stars in his eyes with the way they sparkled at the sight of you. that night on the hill, you and changbin were laid next to each other on the hood of his car, cuddled in each other's arms as you talked about anything and everything that came into your minds.

there you were in the arms of your lover, alone together in your own starry heaven. everything seized to exist other than you and your intertwined hearts.

you and changbin, together against the world.

nothing will ever come close to that level of perfection. that ethereal moment you've etched into your brain, you'd much rather be damned than to have that moment wiped from your memory.

"yeah… it does. the sky, the stars… just... everything brings me back."

"it was definitely not as chilly that night," changbin smiles.

half of his statement refers to the weather and the other half refers to how you were huddled up next to him that night. as opposed to now, where the space between your bodies lets in a cool draft.

you chuckle and shake your head, "the weather was great, not too hot and not too cold. just perfect."

lying next to him, reminiscing on your two-year anniversary as a couple has a question popping up in your minds.

if given the chance, would you go back? would you choose each other again?

the question is nothing new. a recurring thought over the past three years. 

over the past three years, you've collected a pool of unanswered questions regarding your relationship with changbin: the how's, what's, when's and why's. how could you not wonder? nothing in the world could surpass your love for seo changbin.

three years later and you have never loved as deeply as you have for the man beside you.

you're both listening to the steady breaths of the one lying next you as both your minds run a mile a minute. allowing a brief silence to settle before changbin is the one to break the silence.

"i'm sorry."

"sorry? ...for what?"

"just… everything."

when you turn to look in changbin's direction, your eyes meet for the first time that night. god, it feels as if your heart stopped at that exact moment. the delay was so long you could have dropped dead right there.

but you lived off the way your eyes locked with changbin's. finding your breath again with each twinkle of the stars reflecting off his black-rimmed glasses. finding your pulse starting up again, this time beating out of your chest as his deep brown eyes bore into your own. breathing the life back into you.

your gazes soften, a wave of nostalgia washing over the both of you; a memory of what you once had together.

a breath of the life you shared three years ago.

you stare at each other wordlessly. soaking in a feeling of comfort neither of you has felt in three years, one you only received from the one lying next to you.

"i'm sorry too. for everything."

"it's not your fault," he shakes his head, "i fell short in the end and i wasn't the boyfriend you deserved."

you're shaking your own head, "i was a terrible girlfriend. i wouldn't have stayed with me either."

"you were–are– amazing," changbin states, "you've always been."

"that's not true. don't say that, i know i hurt you with the things i said."

somewhere along the line of your relationship with changbin, things started to go awry. your lives began to clash; school and work priorities building and creating distance between you two. it felt like your relationship was slowly slipping away, schedules ran tight and pressures ran high. 

you remember petty arguments, the back-and-forth bickering between the both of you when you were able to see each other. 

"and i hurt you. i was never there when you needed me, i promised you that you could trust me, depend on me but i broke that in the end."

"that's not your fault. i couldn't be there when you needed me either."

"and that wasn't your fault either, our schedules didn't line up anymore."

"but… i could've tried har—"

"there was only so much we could do and you tried your absolute hardest," changbin interrupts you, "time just... wasn't on our side."

you hate to admit that even without the petty, groundless arguments, the end was inevitable. 

your relationship no longer fit into the other's increasingly hectic schedule, any and all the attempts came with sacrifices with school or work, and in the end, there was no healthy way to incorporate that time for each other. all the time you did spend together was plagued by stress and high tensions, only pushing you two further apart. 

no matter how hard you tried to salvage your relationship, everything else tried even harder to ruin it.  

the anger and dejection only grew stronger as time passed. the both of you wondering why things weren't going your way no matter how hard you worked for it. you felt dejected that your efforts came without fruition. upset that the time you did have together was limited, fleeting and full of the pressures your individual lives were weighing on you. 

"can i ask something?" your voice is almost inaudible but changbin hums in response, "why did you leave when you did?"

changbin blinks slowly as he processes your words.

"i didn't want things to get worse."

"what do you mean?"

"i didn't want to end things between us on a bad note. for us to part ways hating each other."

"i could never hate you."

"maybe, but we'd grow to resent each other even if we didn't mean to. wondering if our efforts were in vain, that no matter how hard we tried the universe worked harder against us."

"did you… resent me in the end?"

"i would've rather died instead of growing to hate or resent you."

your head snaps in his direction and his to yours. your eyes wide with shock at how he said that without hesitation.

"what we had between us, i didn't want it to be overshadowed by months of arguing."

changbin has never loved anyone the way he loves you. 

early on in your relationship, changbin wholeheartedly believed you were the best thing to ever happen to him. no one cared for him, accepted him and understood him in the way you did. no one made him as happy as you did.

when he realized that your relationship became a source of stress in your increasingly hectic lives, he made the difficult decision to leave.

the people that come in and out of your life come either as a blessing or a lesson; changbin believes you are a blessing in his life.

people slip in and out of your life, fuck around and make you rethink everything. the memories of them are associated with the phrases: "i should have known better" or "you learn from your mistakes".

and he would rather be damned than to be a lesson.

he knew that with the direction both your lives were headed into at the time, the end was inevitable and if things between you two had to end then, in your out-of-control lives, he wanted the last semblance of control here.

"the thought of losing you scared me shitless," changbin continues, "but what scared me even more was that you could one day regret all of this, everything we had. that you would leave regretting ever loving me."

"… i didn't know you were thinking that way," your voice trails off at the end, thoughts still delayed as you process the words of your ex-boyfriend lying next to you.

you take a moment before you continue.

"at one point, i wasn't even mad or upset with you anymore... i was mad at the universe. the circumstances."

when you and changbin broke up, you often wondered what the universe had in store for you after such excruciating heartbreak. but the pain didn't even stop with changbin; it seemed like the universe had it against you as else in your life began to downward spiral. 

you struggled to adjust to the growing hustle and bustle of your life while also struggling to adapt without your person.

oftentimes, you imagined taking a trek up to climb the tallest mountain in the world. exerting all that blood, sweat and tears for the opportunity to let everything out into the void. you imagined standing on the highest point on earth would be as physically close as you could get to the universe. 

maybe from up there, the universe would be able to hear the desperation, the pain that came from wondering what you did to deserve this; to have loved so passionately and to have lost, to experience such excruciating pain.

if the universe didn't align for a life with changbin, you laid awake wondering what it did align for. if it would be worth it. 

what could be more worth it than him? 

with a bittersweet smile on your lips you say, "nothing aligned for us in this lifetime. maybe, in the next lifetime."

you're trying your hardest to control and suppress your emotions as your eyes gloss over, tears threatening to fall. changbin's eyes stay fixed on you as he, much like you did earlier, analyzes your features all over again as if it was the first time.

changbin pays close attention to every detail, etching it into his mind.

"whose to say that?" changbin's eyes meet your own once again, a glint present in his chocolate brown orbs, "this lifetime isn't over yet."

your eyes, still blown wide with surprise, meet changbin's. you would think he captured the stars in his eyes with the way they sparkled at the sight of you.

"in this lifetime and the next, i'll love you."

"does that mean you'll love me for eternity?"

"our love is so strong it transcends lifetimes. we'll always find our way back to each other."

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[ihave-atummyache]

everyone is a little toxic

Stray Kids Imagine

summary: toxic traits of skz

sfw! mean!skz toxic!skz but nothing crazy fr. suuuuuper angsty

-OT8

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ik i said that i would post it all in one part but mwahahahha😈 there will be a pt 2. later gators

pt2:

Bang Chan: Overworks himself then takes it out on you.

You scoop the meal you just made into a bowl and stare at the steaming food, your lip between your teeth. It is for your boyfriend, Chan, who has locked himself in his room to keep working on a track. The same track that practically had him in tears last week.

You know if you go in and bother him, there is a fifty-fifty chance of him snapping at you. He often does when you 'bother' him while he is working. It isn't your fault that you get concerned for your extremely overworked boyfriend!

You let out a deep sigh and pick the bowl up before making your way over to the room that was set up as an office for him. You knock gently on the door twice before letting yourself in. He often has headphones on and doesn't notice you when you knock so you always let yourself in.

"Channie?" You question, walking towards his hunched figure at his desk. You glances over at you when he senses your presence but doesn't bother taking a headphone off or even trying to talk to you.

You bite down on your lip and debate walking back out of the room and not even talking to him or offering him food. He has been locked up in this room for almost 24 hours. He neglected coming to bed last night and instead has been sat in front of his computer.

"I made dinner," you comment as you reach his desk. He knows you’re there but chooses to pretend he first notice you. Once you're beside him, he dramatically rips his headphones off and slams his hands on the desk, making you jump.

"What, y/n? What could you possibly want right now?" he snaps at you and you bite down on your lip, feeling tears wanting to well up at the embarrassment he was making you feel for trying to take care of him. Your cheeks and neck burn with a deep blush.

Chan’s eyes are bloodshot and glassy. His face is flush and his hair is sticking up in every direction, an obvious sign that he has been running his fingers through it over and over again.

You were right, you should have turned around and left. But its too late now. You're already in the room and you're already getting yelled at so you might as well accept it, even if it does break your heart.

"I-I made you dinner," you stutter out and break eye contact with him, opting to look at the bowl in your hands instead. It is still steaming hot and the steam is hitting your nostrils, making your own stomach growl. You know this is one of Chan's favorites so hopefully it'll act as a peace offering.

"Oh my God. Get out! If I was hungry or if I wanted you in here, I would have called for you," he snaps at you again and pulls the headphones over his ears again, turning to face the computer screen.

You feel your face heat up more in a mix of anger and embarrassment before you slam the bowl down on the desk beside him. You try not to notice that the liquid sloshes out of the bowl slightly and lands on your hand, immediately burning you.

You turn on your heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. By the time you reach the kitchen, angry tears are running down your face and your even angrier hands are trying to wipe them away.

Lee Know: Short tempered

You know Minho has a short temper. Everyone knows that, but it doesn't excuse him going off on you for absolutely no reason. You often are the object of his anger because you are together so much and you’re usually able to just brush his outbursts off.

However, sometimes you just can’t let them go.

"Hm?" You question, pulling your headphones off. You had seen your boyfriend talking to you but only caught the end of his sentence by the time you removed the headphones. He rolls his eyes at you, obviously annoyed.

"I hate repeating myself, y/n. You know this," he raises his eyebrows at you and you blink at him a few times, waiting for him to say whatever it was that he had said.

"I said," he starts, attitude dripping in his tone, "Do you want to go to that new restaurant for dinner tonight?" he asks and you nod.

"Yes of course. When do you wanna go?" you ask and stand up. For some reason, you miscalculated exactly how close you were to the table and your knee hits the table, knocking your glass of water over and making it roll off the table, shattering all over the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Why is it so hard for you to do simple tasks like listening and watching where you're going?" Minho snaps at you before walking towards the kitchen. You roll your eyes and opt to not reply.

You squat down to pick up the glass and somehow one of the shards cuts your finger, right where it meets your palm. You let out a hiss and drop the glass on the ground bringing your hand closer to inspect it.

The cut isn't too deep but it is in one of those spots that seems like it will never stop bleeding. You stand quickly as the blood drops from your hand and lands on your mess. As you walk towards the kitchen, you are dripping blood and don't notice.

"Did you seriously cut yourself?" Minho's tone is impatient with you again and you nod, walking towards the sink to rinse the cut out.

"Let me see it," he demands and you shake your head, letting the water run over the cut, another hiss leaving your mouth at the sting.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn," he grabs your wrist, a little too harshly, and yanks it from under the water to look at it, making you stumble into him slightly.

"Stop being so fucking mean," you reply and snatch your hand from his grip. He scoffs at you and rolls his eyes, slamming the towel that was in his hand down on the counter beside him.

"If I'm so fucking mean, then clean your own damn mess," he spits at you before leaving the room, his heavy footsteps indicating that he is making his way to your shared bedroom.

You let out a frustrated yell and grab the first aid kit from under the sink. All you did was ask him to repeat himself and drop a fucking glass and he's acting like this is the end of the world.

"Y/n! You got blood on the floor. You couldn't have at least stopped that from happening?" You hear Minho's voice again and you ignore him, not feeding into his temper anymore.

You hear his footsteps making their way towards the kitchen again and slam your hands down on the countertop, definitely making your cut bleed much more than it was before.

"You don't hear me talking to you?" He questions and you turn around facing him. A look of disgust and annoyance covers your face.

"Oh fuck off, Minho. Yell at somebody who gives a shit," You snap and push past him, letting your shoulder hit him a little too hard, and making your way to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.

Changbin: Arrogant

"Who was that?" You ask, setting your purse down as you enter you apartment. Changbin comes in behind you and helps you slide your coat off, placing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

"I met her a while ago at an award show," he replies and you nod, toeing off your shoes. You aren't one to get insecure or jealous, especially with the way your man is all over you, even in public.

But something about this girl just really rubbed you the wrong way. The way he unwrapped his arm from your waist to shake her hand made your stomach flip. Her lingering touches and flirty eyes, all while you were standing right there.

"She seemed a little touchy," you comment and Changbin shrugs, ultimately disregarding your comment.

"You only met her once?" You clarify again as you follow Changbin into the bedroom to change your clothes.

"Mhm, she used to have a thing for Hyunjin I think," he comments, loosening his tie and sliding it over your head. You let out a little 'ah' and pull your dress off, replacing it with a t-shirt and sleep shorts. You make your way into the bathroom and grab a makeup wipe, starting to remove your eye makeup.

"Why are you acting so weird? You aren't jealous, are you?" Changbin's voice sounds from the doorframe and you look over at him before looking back into the mirror, shrugging.

"It isn't that I'm jealous,” you clarify, “It's more like the principle of her overstepping obvious boundaries that you wouldn't push with someone who is in a relationship," you try to explain.

"It wasn't that serious," Changbin once again shrugs off your feelings and you turn to face him, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Are you even listening to me, Bin?" your voice is laced with frustration.

"Of course I am. You're jealous because some colleague was being too nice to me," he turns to walk away and you scoff. 

"Do you listen to anything but the sound of your own damn voice?" you suddenly snap at him and he freezes before turning back around to face you. He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can start.

"Whenever I tell you about my feelings or try to have a conversation like this with you, you just brush it off. I'm not jealous, Changbin. It's the principle of it all. And if I was jealous, you definitely aren't doing anything to help my insecurity," your temper has ran out and his eyebrows drop into a furrow, seemingly confused about your sudden outburst.

"I just don't understand why you are coming for me like this when I didn't do anything," he says, his own tone starting to reflect yours.

"What I'm trying to say is-"

"No I get what you're trying to say. I just don't understand why you're so mad at me," he tries to clarify and you turn back towards the sink.

"Then you obviosuly don't get what I'm-"

"Y/n you need to calm down," He interrupts you and you scoff, slamming your hands down on the sink.

"Stop fucking interrupting me! You are so fucking arrogant. Oh my God! You can't even actually listen to me for five fucking minutes without having to have your own input," you snap and he takes a step towards you so you're face to face in the bathroom.

"Sometimes you're wrong, Changbin. Whether you like it or not. Get your head out of your ass," you push past him and go towards the living room.

Hyunjin: Perfectionist

Hyunjin's most toxic trait is something that has been forced upon him in his career. He is convinced that everyone, especially the public has to think that he is perfect.

The perfect man, the perfect idol, the perfect boyfriend. This sometimes causes huge strains in your relationship because you can't tell what is real and what is a facade that he is putting on for the public eye.

You and Hyunjin are on a date and got into a small argument. It wasn't even an argument as much as you were just bickering with each other. He had picked this Italian restaurant and the portions were huge so you two decided it would he best to split a dish. However you couldn't decide and started to bicker back and forth between two dishes, trying to decide which to get.

"We can literally make that at home, Hyunjin. We should get something that we can only have in an authentic restaurant like this," you try to reason and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

"You already decided on white wine, which doesn't go with the dish you want at all," he replies and you throw your hands up a little in frustration.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. Get what you want," you snap at him and before he can snap back at you, the waitress walks up to the table. He plasters a huge fake smile on his face and tells her the order, getting what he wanted and the white wine that you wanted.

"Now everyone is happy. Stop being a crybaby," he mumbles and you scoff, pulling out your phone. Your Twitter is getting notifications and you open the app.

Someone had taken a video of you and Hyunjin in the past ten minutes and posted it to Twitter. It already had over 1000 likes and you laugh at the video.

It showed Hyunjin saying something to you before you roll your eyes and fall back into your seat, crossing your arms. Then Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair, obviously annoyed.

"What's funny?" Hyunjin's voice pulls you from the video and you look up, turning your phone to face him. The smile on your face drops when you take in Hyunjin's face, obviously not amused with the video.

His jaw clenches and he clears his throat before turning in the direction that the video seemed to be taken from. The person recording was obviously long gone and he turns back to face you, a sigh leaving his mouth.

"What's wrong?" you ask, putting your phone away and resting your chin in your hand to look at your boyfriend.

"Nothing's wrong," he mumbles and you let out a small chuckle. You already know what's wrong. You reach for Hyunjin's hand across the table and he lets you grab it.

"Jinnie, relax. It's okay! There's nothing wrong with us disagreeing from time to time. It's natural and everyone likes seeing this real and raw side of you. You know that," you try to reason and he nods as the waitress approaches the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

The waitress pours your wine and neither you or your boyfriend say anything besides a small 'thank you' and even after she leaves, the silence between the two of you remain. You take a sip from your glass and look over to Hyunjin. He is zoned out, his finger tracing the rim of the glass and he's focused on something on the table.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of your's?" You finally break the silence and Hyunjin's eyes shoot up to meet yours immediately.

"That looks like we don't like each other," he mutters in a small voice, not much more than a whisper. You let out a sigh and adjust in your seat, uncrossing your legs and leaning towards your boyfriend. Before you can say anything, he's shaking his head at you.

"Stop it. Your body language is weird. Now we know someone is watching us, we need to act like we like each other," he speaks up, his eyes darting around the restaurant. You feel a little pang in your chest at his words and suck in a sharp breath.

"Act like we like each other?" You inquire, an eyebrow raised. He shoos you with his hand, still looking around the room.

"You know what I mean, y/n. Let's not start a scene. We have already caused one," he dismisses you and you scoff, taking the napkin from your lap and slamming it on the table.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. I'll give them something to spectate about," you spit at him and stand from the table. You grab your belongings and turn, making a beeline for the door. You barely hear Hyunjin calling in a whisper yell behind you before you reach the door and pull out your phone, ready to call a cab.

Han: Wandering eyes

Your first thought when you get to your house is to turn on the T.V. and see your stunning boyfriend at his award show. Your relationship was still under wraps so you weren't allowed to join him at his award show, at least not yet. You turn on the T.V. and realize you missed their red carpet so you take to Twitter to see what you missed.

Before you can even type his name into the search bar, you see that under trending is your boyfriend's name. He must have looked really good if he's trending away from his group. You click on the 'Han Jisung' hashtag and your heart immediately drops.

He wasn't trending because of how good he looks, he's trending because he was caught by a million cameras checking out another idol. Bile creeps its way into your throat and the tears spring to your eyes before you can even stop them.

This may seem like an overreaction to most, but this is not the first time that your boyfriend has been trending for his wandering eyes and flirty behavior. Just a week ago you two had gotten in a huge fight about how just because you're a secret, doesn't mean he needs to act single.

You thought that it got through to him but it obviously went in one ear and right out of the other. You lock your phone and frustratedly slam it down on the couch beside you. You let out a groan and let your head fall into your hands.

"Han fucking Jisung," you whisper out to yourself. You fall back against the couch and cross your arms over your chest before deciding to train your eyes on the ceiling. It only lasts about a minute until tears have started running down your face.

About two hours later, you hear the front door of your apartment open and you roll over in bed, not ready to explain to your boyfriend why your eyes are so puffy and red. He obviously didn't go to the after party so that gives you a little reassurance, but not much.

"Baby? Are you asleep?" you hear your boyfriend's voice and pull the blanket tighter around your chin before shaking your head. You hear him make his way over to the bed and he places a kiss to the side of your head. He smells like his shampoo and soap which means he either showered at the venue or went home before coming to see you.

"Did you watch the show?" he asks and you feel all of your emotions over the situation bubble to the surface. You let out a scoff.

"No, Jisung. I was too busy scrolling through your trending video from a million different angles," you reply coldly. He doesn't seem to pick up on your tone well and settles in the bed behind you.

"I'm trending?" there is pure excitement in his voice and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. You sit up straight in the bed and turn to face him. His bare face is illuminated by the faint glow of street lights outside your window and he really does look stunning. If you weren't so upset with him, you would surely be jumping his bones.

"Yeah. You're trending. Not for what you, your company, or your devoted girlfriend would like you to be trending for, however," you snap at him and grab your phone from the side table. You pull up his name under trending and toss your phone at him.

He flips it and you see him obviously scrolling through the tweets. His eyebrows are dropped in focus before they relax and a small smirk takes over his face, making your jaw drop.

"Does this make you happy, Jisung?" you question, hostility dripping from your tone. His eyes dart up to yours before they're back on the phone again. You glance over at your screen and see that he is watching a video of himself that is from an angle that you can see the exact asset he was assessing on the singer.

"You have got to be kidding me," you snarl at him and stand from the bed, ready to sleep in the living room.

"What? Can you blame me? She has a nice-"

"You have a girlfriend!" you interrupt him, your tone much more hostile than you intended and he's slightly taken aback.

"I know! I'm a guy. What do you expect?" his absurd defense just pisses you off more and you can't help clenching your jaw. He locks your phone and throws it onto the bed next to you.

"You are unbelievable." You spit before storming out of the room.

Felix: Belittling you/making you feel inferior

You sigh again. Your work computer has been acting up and you have done everything you can to try to make it work. You're trying your absolute best to not have to resort to calling your IT desk at work, but it seems to be your only option.

"That's one sigh too many. What's eating you?" you hear your boyfriend's voice behind you, giving you some comfort but frustration still racks your body.

"My computer is being dumb and I really don't want to have to call IT. I've tried everything I can think of and it still won't work!" you exclaim out, slamming your hands down on the desk. You feel his hands start to massage your shoulders and a gentle kiss is placed to your temple, obviously trying to calm you down.

"I just don't know what to do, Lix. On top of that, I have a report that I need to present on Friday!" you complain again and tilt your head back to look at Felix. He turns his attention from the computer screen down to you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"Do you want me to have a look at it?" He asks and you shake your head before sitting back up to look at the screen again.

"In all honesty, I just want to go to bed and not even think about this mess anymore," you confess and rest your head in the palm of your hand.

"Have you tried plugging it in?" Felix asks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You were already frustrated and you don't want to be sent over the edge and snap at your boyfriend.

"Yes, Felix. I tried to plug it in," you reply but the exasperation in your voice is impossible to miss. You run your hand through the front of your hair and sit back up again, ready to try a few more things so you can work on your project.

"Have you tried restarting it?" It was meant to come out as a helpful question but you can't stop the scoff that leaves your mouth in response.

"I'm not an idiot, Felix," you snap at him but he doesn't say anything else for a few beats of silence.

"Did you put it to sleep or hard reset it? Do you know the difference?" he asks and you turn in your chair immediately to face him. Maybe it was the underlying belittling in his tone that sends you over the edge but you all but spit out your next response.

"Actually, Felix, I do know the difference and you are so not being helpful at all right now and in all honesty, you're pissing me the fuck off," you stare at your boyfriend, who is obviously taken aback by your outburst.

"How am I pissing you off?" he questions and you stand, letting out a humorless laugh. You turn and close your laptop before making your way over to your bed.

"You keep talking to me like I'm some kind of idiot. I'm not dumb, y'know? You always do this if you think you know more than me about a topic," you rant and he raises an eyebrow at you, still confused. You roll your eyes and slide under the blanket, turning your back to him.

"Whatever, Felix. Goodnight," you snap but it doesn't take long for you to feel the bed behind you dip from his weight.

"Don't go to sleep mad, angel," he reaches out to touch your shoulder but you shake his hand off. You turn to face him and regret fills your body at the face he is giving you. He looks like a guilty puppy and you let out a sigh. You lean over and press a quick kiss to his pouty lips before pulling back.

"I'm not mad. I'm just..." you pause, searching the ceiling for the right word, "Annoyed, frustrated, tired. I just want to go to sleep and we can talk in the morning. Sound good?" you try to reason and he nods but the sad puppy look is still plastered on his face.

Seungmin: Cruel

Seungmin loves you. So much. More than he has loved anyone else before. He knows it, you know it, his friends and family know it. However, sometimes he isn't as nice to you as he probably should be.

It isn't always what he is saying or his actions, as much as it's his tone. Today is one of Seungmin's more unkind days and you noticed it as soon as you woke up. He spent the night at your house last night so it was nice to see your boyfriend first thing in the morning.

He is always up before you and today was just like any other day. When you open your eyes, they're met with the chocolate ones of your adorable boyfriend. You hug him a little closer and he grumbles at you, his morning cranky still evident.

"Good morning," you whisper out, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw line. He mumbles back a quiet response and you try to pull him closer to you, wanting to savor the cuddle a bit more but Seungmin's body stiffens, pushing you away.

" 'S too hot," he groans and pushes you away completely, getting up from bed. You whine at him and he chuckles slightly, heading towards the bathroom. You get up and follow him, running your nails up his back.

"I love you," you speak out again, voice still raspy, before placing a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. You want so badly to wrap your arms around his waist and relish in his warmth for a little longer but you refrain.

Seungmin glances at you through the mirror and you stare back, waiting for him to mirror the same words back to you. He puts his toothbrush in his mouth and a frown finds its way onto your lips. He notices and pulls his toothbrush from him mouth.

"Love you too," he shortly replies and it stings a little. Not only did he not say 'I' but the response was robotic, rehearsed. It felt like it was what he was supposed to say more than an expression of his feelings. It seemed like he didn’t even want to admit he loved you in all honesty.

Later that same day, you find him on the couch and plop down next to him. He glances over at you then back to the T.V. again so you scoot closer. He has been neglecting you all day and you finally found the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with your boyfriend.

You silently hoped that a good cuddle would make up for him hurting your feelings earlier and would offer you some much needed reassurance. You wrap your arm around your boyfriend's arm and place your cheek on his shoulder. You immediately feel him shift away from you and your heart drops.

"Do you have to sit so close to me? I don't feel like being touched right now," his evident irritation is enough to make tears want to spring to your eyes. It makes you want to curl up into a ball and cry out of embarrassment and the rejection of your boyfriend.

"You're being mean," you mumble out as you push away from him and settle onto the other side of the couch, turning your attention to the T.V. instead.

"How am I being mean? Maybe you're just being too sensitive," he shrugs before standing from the couch and grabbing his glass from the coffee table.

"Seungmin," you warn but he doesn't listen, instead walking into the kitchen to refill his glass. Your eyes burn with the tears that are begging to spill so you stand and decide to go take a shower to cry by yourself.

"Where are you going?" Seungmin's voice rings behind you and you feel the first tear fall so you decide its best not to turn around.

"Shower," you mumble out and continue walking towards your bathroom. You can't help the sniffle you let out as more tears fall and you quickly step into the bathroom and turn the shower water on as more tears fall from your eyes.

I.N: Gets distant

"How is Innie doing?" Your best friend asks over the phone and you bite down on your lip. She knows when you're lying and will call you out on it so you opt for a more neutral answer.

"Busy. How is your boyfriend?" you quickly try to change the topic but she is much smarter than you're giving her credit for and doesn't let you switch the conversation.

"He's doing it again, isn't he?" she questions, her voice full of sympathy and you can't stop the sigh that leaves your lips. Too ashamed to admit out loud that your boyfriend has went distant on you again, you just nod.

"Babe, you can't keep letting him do this to you! You need to put your foot down," she insists over the phone, obviously frustrated with your boyfriend's antics. It may seem like you aren't frustrated to everyone else, but that couldn't be further from the truth

You hate when Jeongin decides to disappear and not talk to you for days on end. You hate when he comes back and acts like nothing happened. You hate how defensive he gets when you call him out on it. You hate it.

You open your mouth to reply when you hear your lock code being punched into your door. You sit up on the couch as soon as the door opens, revealing a very tired looking Jeongin.

"Hold on. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? We spoke him up," you look at your best friend through the screen and she shakes her head muttering a quick 'love you, make good decisions' then ending the call. You look over at your boyfriend and he walks towards the couch, immediately crawling in between your legs and placing his head on your chest.

His arms wrap around your waist and you let out a sigh, laying back on the couch so your boyfriend can lay on you. You reach up and run a hand through his hair, getting a whiff of his shampoo.

"I missed you," he mutters against your chest and squeezes you a little tighter. You let out a breathy chuckle.

"And whose fault is that?" you reply quietly, still working your fingers through the tangles in his hair. He stiffens a bit on top of you then turns his head to rest his chin on your chest. You lock eyes and feel like you could melt into him.

"I've been busy," he tries to excuse but barely a beat passes before you reply.

"You could've told me," this is usually how these conversations go. You would let him reply at this point but your best friend's words are ringing through your ears, 'you need to put your foot down'. So you take a deep breath and speak again before he gets the chance.

"It's been a week, Jeongin. I haven't gotten a text, a call, a visit, nothing. It has been seven days. You do know you're my boyfriend, right?" you ask and his eyes drop for a second before meeting yours again.

"I said I've been busy," he repeats himself and you shake your head, sitting up and forcing him to sit up as well.

"I said you could've told me. How hard would it be to take 30 seconds from your busy schedule to send me a text and tell me you're busy or you miss or you love me or...anything at all!" you finish the sentence, throwing your hands in the air.

"Why are you being so demanding? You know distance makes the heart grow fonder," he tries to defend himself once again and you scoff. You stand from the couch, moving to the chair to try to create space between the two of you.

"Don't try this bullshit with me, Yang Jeongin. If you don't want to be together anymore then let me know now. Don't disappear on me and claim you need space. We're adults. Act like it," you point an accusatory finger at him and he stands, now towering over your seated figure.

"Why are you trying to force me to break up with you? Do you not want to be together anymore?" he flips the question on you, anger in his voice. You open your mouth to answer but honestly, you don't even know the answer. So you tell him just that.

"Honestly, Innie, I don't even know anymore," you whisper out, looking down at your hands. You're picking at your fingers as silence falls on the room. Then before you know it, Jeongin's knees buckle and he's on his knees in front of you, his face in his hands and his body shaking with the violence of his sobs.

"I-I," he tries to speak but you stop him, dropping to your knees as well and pressing your forehead to his. You let your eyes fall closed as his tears soak your hands. Before you know it, tears are leaving your eyes as well.

"I don't want to break up," he whispers out and your eyes open to find his already trained on yours. You let silence fall between you two for a minute, just looking into each others eyes before you let out a sigh.

"I think you should leave," you finally speak up, breaking the silence.

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I would like to request for husband Chan X wife y/n, where Chan comes home drunk attending an after party and gets all romantic and suggestive with y/n

⭑ “unresistible” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol bang chan, non-idol reader, mentions of drinking, drunk chan, established relationship (married), oral (f receiving), use of pet names (baby,honey,channie), releasing

⭑ note: let’s just say anon has taste because i had so much fun writing this. i hope you enjoy it!

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you lay in bed staring at the screen of your phone, waiting for a call, a message, a photo but nothing came your way. as you turn to face the empty side of the bed your husband should be laying on, you hear the click of a door and one lock, two locks. his heavy footsteps approach the bedroom.

“hey baby”…

you continue to face the wall, hoping to let him know that you’re bothered by how late he arrived home. he promised he would be back before midnight on a night out with his friends, but it’s well past midnight and you waited patiently for him. the alcohol reeks off his body as he walks to face you and he happens to wear one of your favorite outfits: a black shirt and black trousers that you bought him on your second anniversary. it had the first letter of your name embroidered on the top of the shirt with a delicate, golden thread.

“i’m sorry baby, i just-“ his words trail off, knowing there was no success in making excuses. you glance at his face, feeling a sense of guilt. he has worked hard all week, and only hangs out with his friends on fridays to spend the weekend with you. he also was unresistible, always carrying a romantic and suggestive look in his eyes.

“it’s ok channie, get washed up and we can discuss it tommorow”

he reveals a small smile, and turns to the bathroom, undressing on his way there.

he lets out a long “aaah” as he plops his head on his pillow, hair still wet and straight. you couldn’t resist playing with his dark strands and twisting them with your fingers.

“i missed you baby, i’m sorry for being late” his hands grab yours and he places a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“it’s ok honey, as long as you had fun”

“mm, it was ok. nothing beats the fun i have with you” you both laugh at his remark

“what type of fun? you’ve always made fun of me for being a workaholic”

“ ‘yknow, when we wind down, and i get to have you for the night” he expresses, words slurred and spoken slow. his fingers trace your shoulder blades, and he lowers the sheets to place a kiss on the trails his fingers left. you feel a shudder run through your body and he moves up, to look back into your eyes. he always looked graceful when he’d come back home drunk, face flushed and eyes lustful. you place a peck on his lips and retract your head, only to feel his hand on the back of your neck bringing you back and locking lips with you, intertwining tongues and whispering “i’m sorry” and “i miss you baby” repetitively. you feel his hand moving down to grab at your shorts, grinning as if he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“you really want to do this now channie?”

“mhm, and why not? getting pussy drunk from you is better than any alcohol i can drink” and with that he dives under the sheets, pulling your shorts and underwear down, exposing your cunt to him. he trails kisses from your knees and down to your thighs, bringing them up to his shoulders. he hums in satisfaction before licking your wetness, letting a moan escape your parted mouth. his tongue explores you in all ways, curling inside your folds, rolling circles at your bud and flicking it.

“you’re so good baby”

“h-honey slow down, please” but he wouldn’t listen, rather he uses his fingers to play with your clit as he kisses and sucks your folds, leaving hickeys inside your thighs every so often. you grab at his, now damp, hair as your body prepares to release. your back arches and he pulls you back down, reaching your good spot countless times before you let out a final whimper of relief, your pussy dripping wet. chan let’s your sweet release coat his tongue and he swallows it, moving up to look at your sweaty face. he places a kiss on your forehead before grabbing napkins and helping you clean up.

you cuddle in his warmth, locking lips with him for what felt like hours. almost falling asleep in his arms, you gain consciousness of the situation again, laughing to yourself.

“how do i let you come home late and eat me out?”

“ ‘dunno baby, it seems like you can’t resist me”

you weren’t suprised he knew how your mind works. after all, he was your husband, and yours only.

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