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yxngbxkkie · 2 months

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showing your 🍒 during an argument (hyung line)

so, i've been seeing the trend on tik tok where significant others show their chest during an argument, and i thought of doing an ot8! i'm gonna work on the maknae line next, so look forward to that! i do hope you guys enjoy this 🩷

Bang Chan

You're sitting on the couch with your arms crossed. Chan paces in front of you, his hands combing through his dark hair. “I don't get why you just can't listen to me,” he says, halting his movements to look at you.

“Baby, I'm listening to you. I just don't see the problem,” You shrug your shoulders.

“Don't see the problem? Y/N, you're my fiancé. He tried desperately to get into your pants,” he explains with a huff of breath.

You smile softly and stand up from the couch, smoothing out your dress. “I'm not wearing pants,” you sarcastically point out, earning a glare from Chan.

“Can you be serious for two minutes?” He asks, rolling his eyes before heading into the kitchen area.

“Baby,” you call after him, releasing a quiet sigh. “Some guy wanted to fuck me and I told him that I wasn't interested. I wasn't finished telling him that I'm marrying you when you intervened.”

Chan rests his hands on the island counter, keeping his gaze on the floor. “He wouldn't have walked up to you in the first place if you wore something–” His words are cut off when he looks at you, eyes widening upon seeing you topless. “Uhm… if you…”

You giggle and shake your head, not expecting him to lose his train of thought instantly. “If I wore something less revealing?” You finish for him, tilting your head as Chan continues staring at your chest.

“Yes,” he mumbles, dragging his hand across the island as he walks over to you.

His hands find a place on your hips before one of them hesitantly reaches for your breast. You smile at him, bringing a hand to his hair. “Are you still mad?” You jokingly ask with a pout, arching your back to accentuate the breasts.

“Nope,” Chan whispers, dipping his head down to plant kisses on your chest. “You're mine. Only mine.”

You chuckle at his possessiveness, nodding your head along with him. “All yours, baby. I don't need or want anyone else,” you reassure him, cupping your hands on his face.

His eyes meet yours, smiles present on both of your lips. “I love you,” Chan mumbles, nuzzling his cheek against the palm of your hand.

You lean on your toes, capturing his plump lips in a quick kiss. “I love you too, Chan.”

Lee Know

“I don't know why you get like this every time we argue,” Minho mutters, pushing past you to head into the kitchen.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask him, furrowing your brows. You carefully take your shoes off and follow suit.

He pulls a coke from the fridge, quickly opening it up and taking a sip. “The attitude you get. You're all up in my face questioning me about some chick I don't give a shit about,” he explains to you, taking another drink.

“I'm sorry I'm upset about my boyfriend having to work with a girl who's trying to get in between us,” you point out, crossing your arms.

Minho gives you a deadpan look while setting down his drink. “And every time I tell you that, I feel nothing towards her. The shit she does or says doesn't affect my feelings for you.”

“God, I'm fucking tired arguing about this,” you mention, watching your boyfriend look into the fridge again.

He mumbles to himself, and you're not able to make out any words. You do what you do best to try and move away from this conversation. You hook your fingers under your shirt, lifting the fabric up to expose your breasts.

Minho turns back around, ready to say something when he notices. His jaw drops slightly, his cat-like eyes drifting down to your chest. “Shit,” he mumbles, tilting his head a bit as he admires you. “I– What have I done to deserve this?”

You chuckle and take a step closer to him. “I like to see you flustered,” you tell him, adjusting your shirt so you can bring a hand to his face.

He leans into your touch as his eyes shift from your face to your chest. “I'm sorry,” Minho apologizes, one of his hands gently stroking the mound of your breast.

“It's okay. I'm sorry too,” you whisper, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips.

Minho's free arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Maybe I can… make it up to you,” he mumbles into the kiss, pulling back for a quick second.

You giggle, moving his bangs away from his eyes. “Oh, yeah? And how are you going to do that?” You ask him with a light smirk.

His hands move away from your chest, resting against the back of your thighs for a moment before he lifts you into his arms. A squeal escapes your lips, wrapping both of your arms around his neck.

“I think you know,” Minho smirks, carrying you to your shared bedroom.

Seo Changbin

Changbin walks into your shared apartment, setting his gym bag down by the door. He stretches his arms over his head while walking further into the place.

“You know,” your voice startles him, looking towards the couch to see you sitting with a book. “It'd be nice to know where my boyfriend is.”

He rolls his eyes at your words, releasing a huff of breath. “You knew where I was going,” he mentions, dipping into the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Yeah, okay, but you were gone so much longer than normal,” you remind him, setting your book down. You kneel on the couch, watching him while leaning against the back of it.

“What's the big deal? Chan joined, and we went longer. Plus, we had dinner,” Changbin explains, shrugging his shoulders.

You lick your lips, getting a little annoyed at his attitude. “Okay, so, if I go out for longer than you're expecting, you won't be worried?” You ask him with a raised brow.

Changbin looks at you, pondering your question. You can see his dark eyes soften a bit, knowing he's always been a little protective of you.

“That's different,” he points out, taking a couple of gulps.

“How?!” You laugh, tilting your head. “Look, all I'm asking for is little updates if you're going to be longer than expected. That's what I do with you.”

Your eyes roam down Changbin's figure, resisting the urge to bite your lip. “You know I have crazy hours anyway, I don't know why you're so pressed today,” he mutters loud enough for you to hear, disappearing back into the kitchen.

You roll your eyes at him, knowing one trick that'll get him to listen to you. You hike the front of your shirt down, exposing your breasts he loves so much.

Changbin walks back into the living room, halting his steps as soon as he sees your bare chest. “I–” he cuts himself off. “What were we talking about?”

A giggle leaves your lips, and he stumbles over towards you. His fingers graze your skin as his eyes roam your chest. “You're going to tell me if you're late from now on, yes?” You ask him, combing your fingers through his curly hair.

He glides his lips along your skin, planting a few kisses. “Absolutely,” he mutters, his hands sliding around your waist.

“I love you, Binnie,” you tell him, hooking a finger beneath his jaw to lift his head. “I love you so much.”

His eyes meet yours, and you can see the love in them. “I love you, sweetheart,” Changbin mutters, quickly kissing your lips. “I'm sorry for being a little stubborn.”

“It's okay,” you remind him with a smile. You run your hands along his biceps, squeezing gently. “Why don't we go to our room, and you can show me what you did on your workout.”

Changbin smirks, and he flexes his arms for you. “Don't need to tell me twice,” he mentions, grabbing your hand before tugging you towards your shared bedroom.

Hwang Hyunjin

“Y/N, where's my paint brushes?” Hyunjin asks you from inside his studio.

You stand up from your spot on the couch, heading into the kitchen to grab said brushes. “I was cleaning up the apartment today and washed them for you,” you say while walking into his studio.

His eyes widen, and he quickly grabs the cup of brushes from you. “What?! You washed them?” He asks, checking the bristles.

“Yeah, I thought–” you frown, getting cut off by him.

“What'd you use? You have to wash them with a special soap,” Hyunjin mentions, grabbing the soap he uses on the shelf beside him.

“Oh, I didn't know that,” you mutter, feeling a little upset with yourself. “I'm sorry, honey. I'll buy some new brushes if they're ruined.”

Hyunjin huffs and walks around the room, gathering some paint so he can test the brushes. You stand in silence, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him carefully.

He pinches his nose after testing it on an empty canvas, and you feel bad for ruining them. “I'll make it up to you,” you tell him, taking a step forward. “I promise, I will. We can go today.”

His eyes glance towards you, noticing the guilty look in your eyes. “You don't need to, it's okay,” Hyunjin mentions, knowing the price of his brushes are expensive.

“Please,” you almost beg, reaching out to grab his wrist. “I know you're worried about the price of them, but it's for you.”

He smiles to himself, shaking his head at how generous you are. “I love you, angel. You really don't have to, though,” he tells you, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Hm, then how about,” you pause, tapping your lips a couple of times. A smirk replaces the smile you have, an idea popping into your head. You hook your fingers underneath your shirt, pulling the article of clothing off.

Hyunjin's eyes widened, and his lips parted in surprise. “Angel,” he trails off, reaching a hand out to you. “Shit, you're so pretty.”

Your cheeks flush at his compliment, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Hyune,” you whine, hiding your face in your hands.

“Hey, hey, don't hide. Let me look at you,” he pulls your hands away before taking a step back. You lick your lips as you watch Hyunjin admire your body. “Can I paint you?”

Your heart flutters in your chest, nodding your head with no hesitation. “Why don't we…” you trail off, walking closer to him again. “Go get your brushes and some food, then come back here.”

Hyunjin nods his head, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss. “Sounds splendid, angel.”

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hyunsvngs · 7 months

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kinktober !

kink: free use

pairing: 3racha x fem!reader

wc: 3.5k

free use: a fully-consensual fetish where partners are allowed to sexually “use” each other at any time.

It was an unusual situation that few would understand. The first thing being that you were in a relationship with three men, and the second thing being that you laid in their studio to be a personal stress reliever.

When Chan had mentioned free use, you’d been uneducated on the kink altogether. Jisung was the most educated - which didn’t surprise any of you, as he’s a massive freak - and Changbin was just as confused as you were. Researching the kink together showed you that yeah, you’d love to be a toy at their disposal and beck and call whenever they needed you to be. You still had the romantic aspects of the relationship too, which made you more than content.

The rules were simple. You visited them in the studio - something you did everytime they were there, anyway - but if you were comfortable with free use, you were to wear the expensive necklace Changbin bought you. Visible, so they could see it, and then you’d be used as their toy. It was the most subtle form of consent ever, but it worked, and you loved every second of it.

“Fuckin’ song’s pissing me off, Chan,” Changbin walked out of the recording booth, throwing his phone down on the table. He normally got his raps done in one or two takes, and he’d been going for a while now. You’d just been scrolling through your phone on your tummy on the sofa, kicking your feet. You heard Jisung scoff, and then he was chuckling. You always stayed quiet - only speaking when they needed you.

“Take your anger out and then try again,” Chan suggested, trying to be soft with the younger man. Changbin huffed. When you looked at him, he was staring directly at you, muscles bulging in his tight black t-shirt but his hair so soft and eyes tender. “Jisung, you go.”

“But if he’s gonna fuck her I wanna watch-”

“Jisung,” Chan chastised, eyebrows raised when he looked at the youngest. Jisung mumbled a few choice words, and then he was hesitant in getting up to go to the booth. You heard Changbin murmur a few things to Chan, and then he was approaching you on the couch. He didn’t even say anything - content with flipping your skirt up and exposing your cotton panties to the room, and you yelped.

“Gonna have you now,” Changbin murmured, thumb swiping across the gusset of your panties. You immediately locked your phone, tossing it carelessly to the floor and spreading your legs obediently. Changbin chuckled, moving your panties to the side. “That’s it. Such a good fuckin’ toy, bunny.”

You waited patiently, head down on the arm of the sofa as you heard the clinking of a belt being undone and jeans dropping. Fabric rustled as he got closer, and then his muscled forearms were caging you into the leather material you were laying upon. You knew you were wet. You always were, waiting for them like this - you had needed something inside of you as soon as you walked into the room.

“Binnie,” You mumbled, shifting your hips back. He was taking his time. Changbin kissed your cheek fondly, and then he was pushing in, his thick cock stretching you beyond belief. You liked it this way - unprepared, so you could fully feel him. He was the thickest, and you whined as you felt the short, trimmed curls at his base scratching against your ass. He’d already bottomed out.

“Such a good bunny,” He murmured, kissing your neck. You nodded, letting him fuck into you at a steady pace. Jisung and Chan were doing something - you weren’t sure what, since you were preoccupied with a thick fucking cock. Your pussy was so wet along his shaft the slide was heavenly, and you always liked it to be easy for Changbin to push into straight away like this. You were their toy, only spoken to when needed and ready and waiting with a soppy hole. “You've been wet like this the whole time?”

“Always am, Binnie,” You nodded, whimpering as you started to fuck your hips back onto his cock. You knew Changbin liked it like this, when you started to really get into it. You’d never predicted how much being treated like a toy would turn you on. “I love your cock so much, ‘s so thick, Binnie-”

“Ssh, ssh, bunny,” Changbin murmured, grunting when he bottomed out and stayed there for a moment. You wiggled your hips, trying to get more of him in, and he grabbed your hips with unbelievable strength. Changbin was the strongest, but the most hesitant to use his strength - he liked it slow, deep like you were doing then, more passionate. He was the gentlest lover. “Let me fuck into you like this. You think you’ll cum for me?”

Changbin started to thrust into you at a faster pace, wet noises echoing around the room. You gasped when one of his hands went up to grab your tit, squeezing your nipple. “I- yeah, yeah, I can cum like this, y’know I love it deep-”

The sound of feet stomping on the floor caught your attention. When you looked up, Jisung was pouting in the booth, headphones slung around his neck and his eyes wide. “So not fuckin’ fair, Chan. Look at her.”

“Jisung…” Chan murmured, ready to scold him. Jisung only pointed at you, your face in pure bliss as Changbin fucked into you. Changbin’s hand went to lift your hips up a bit, sliding one of the couch pillows underneath and you whined, feeling him pressing against that spongy spot inside of you. Chan spun around on his chair, eyes focusing on where you were writhing in pleasure.

He watched you moan and arch your back, eyes rolling back as Changbin's thrusts became more intense, repeatedly bullying into that one spot. Changbin was grunting, groaning into the crook of your neck. Chan's mouth parted, unable to contain his emotions as he watched you in the throes of pleasure. Jisung was pouting, clearly enjoying the show but wanting so badly to be involved.

“‘M so fuckin’ close, Binnie, so close,” You gasped, and Changbin nodded into your skin.

“C’mon, cum on my cock, my bunny,” He’d started to run his mouth, something that showed he was getting close, too. “Such a good fucking girl, waiting like this for us, just- just fuckin’ letting us do this, I can’t believe you, I love you so much.”

You couldn’t help but bite into the leather of the sofa, your vision becoming unfocused as you came around Changbin’s cock. The orgasm was strong, cumming with your clit untouched always was, and you whined through it with teary eyes. Changbin smacked your ass once, and when his dark, lustful eyes focused on the flesh rippling he was cumming too, a welcome warmth inside your already sodden pussy.

You weren’t done, though. You had two more men waiting to use you, and you couldn’t fucking wait. Changbin pulled out, chest heaving as he tucked his softening length back into his boxers.

He kissed your hairline, humming. “Amazing, bunny. Thank you.”

“Do I get Jisung now?” You murmured, eyes landing on the man still standing in the recording booth. You giggled when he threw the headphones down, bouncing out of the smaller room and over to you, completely bypassing Chan’s shouts of protest. You couldn’t even be shocked when Jisung didn’t say a word, throwing his t-shirt off and yanking his joggers down to his ankles. He nearly tripped over them in his haste to get to you, and Changbin chuckled, finally getting off of the sofa.

“Chan, I don’t think the song’s getting done today,” Changbin said, and Chan sighed, nodding.

“I think I’ve accepted that,” He responded. Jisung flipped you over, hands soft but his eyes so wide as he watched Changbin’s cum dripping out of you. “We may as well have some fun with her.”

“Baby,” Jisung murmured, and you hummed. He was staring down at your pussy, shaking his head in disbelief. “Looks so fuckin’ good, baby, I’m so hard.”

You giggled, spreading your legs wider and using one hand to spread your folds, letting Jisung see your hole. You knew it looked used, stretched after Changbin’s incessant fucking with his thick cock - but there’s nothing Jisung liked more than sloppy seconds. “You gonna get inside, Jisung? I need to cum on your cock, too.”

“Yeah. Yes, I’m gonna fuck you senseless, baby, I promise,” Jisung kissed your lips chastely, and then he was pushing inside. Jisung was longer than Changbin, and you gasped when he bottomed out, the curve of him helping to reach that abused spot inside of you so easily. Jisung whined, his bottom lip quivering. “It’s so fucking wet.”

“You’re welcome,” Changbin replied, smug. You scoffed, only smiling in approval when Jisung pushed your legs back to get deeper. You loved this position, especially with Jisung - his cock got so drippy and hard, to the point where sometimes he acted like it was going to kill him. He was lucky you were so pliant. Jisung always fucked quick and hard, hips slamming into you like he couldn’t get enough of it.

Chan's face was flushed, a warmth spreading through his body. He could feel himself painfully hard, his pants constrictive around his erection. He wanted so badly to join in, but he knew he had to stay back and watch. It wasn’t his turn yet.

He had clearly decided he didn’t care. You watched in awe as he shucked his pants off, wrapping one large hand around his cock and pumping at the sight of you. Your pussy was soaking, and you whined, fighting not to make grabby hands at Chan. You wanted him, too, but you hadn’t prepared your ass and you wanted to scream at yourself for it.

“Ji, fuck me harder, baby,” You murmured, and Jisung nodded. You could tell he was close already. He never lasted long when you did scenes like this, too caught up in the way your walls feel fluttering around his cock and he got even worse when he got to go after someone else. He was a freak, but so were you. You whined when his hips picked up, cockhead thrusting into you harder, and you reached one hand down to rub your clit.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s it, touch yourself,” Jisung moaned. You squealed as he thrust in and out of you, your hips rising to meet his. He was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, his moans becoming louder with each thrust. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you knew you were both about to reach your climax. Your movements were sloppy on your clit with how wet you were, but it was doing the job just fine.

“You like watching me touch myself, Sungie?” You giggled, your other hand moving to grip onto the arm of the sofa. Chan groaned from the computer, and when you turned to look at him, he was shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re fucking filth, you know that?” Chan said, and you nodded.

You pinched your clit meanly, letting yourself moan a little louder. You’d defiled this studio so many times that you were just glad it was soundproof. “You love it.”

“Fuck yeah, we do,” Changbin smirked, bulging arms crossed across his broad chest. He was content just watching, but you couldn’t say the same for Chan. Jisung’s eyes were trained only on where you were rubbing across your clit, his eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m gonna cum, you g’ta cum,” Jisung blabbered, and you nodded, pressing harder on your clit. “Love watchin’ you touch yourself, baby, it’s so fucking sexy. Do you - oh, fuck - do you like being used as a toy by us?”

“Oh, Sungie, I fucking love it,” You whined, walls tightening around Jisung. You were going to cum. “Talk- baby, say more, I’m so fucking close-”

“God, you’re our toy but I’m all yours,” He rambled, hands pulling your hips back on his cock. “I’m all yours, this cock is all yours, it’s hard for you always, Jesus-”

You whined in distress when you felt Jisung cumming inside of you, adding to the mess smearing all over your folds. You hadn’t finished, and you’d expected him to pull out, but Jisung slapped your hand away from your clit and rubbed it with his own thumb. It always felt better having one of your boyfriends touch you, and you clenched your walls tight on his cock as you came undone from the pleasure.

He kissed you deeply, tongue entering your mouth in a filthy exchange before he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. You looked up at him and he smiled, kissing your nose fondly before slowly pulling out of you.

Chan sighed, making you turn to him. Your eyes grew wide as he stretched his arms above his head, finally getting up from his seat and stalking towards you.

Jisung giggled, jumping up to sit next to Changbin. “You’re so in for it, baby.”

Chan gripped your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks almost comically. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, and then I’m going to cum inside that pussy so deep it’ll be dripping out for days. Okay?”

You blinked. “Did I piss you off?”

“You always piss me off, gettin’ fucked like that. So sexy, it makes me so fucking angry,” Chan mumbled, and you tried to suppress your smile. You let him manhandle you so you were face down, ass up, and he finally yanked your panties down and threw them to Changbin. He knew he’d want to keep them, but he always bought you another two pairs in apology, so it was alright.

You laid patient while Chan flipped your skirt up further, the pleats tickling the small of your back. He hummed, swiping one thumb through your messy pussy. You felt a little nervous, like you always did with Chan - he was the biggest of the three, and even after being fucked hard by Jisung and Changbin you were a little worried it would hurt. With a quick smack to your ass, Chan was pushing in, his cock stretching you to the point of disbelief.

“Oh, ‘s so fuckin’ big,” You whined, pushing your ass back. Chan chuckled, grabbing your hips with both hands and bottoming out inside of you. You could feel how wet you were, filled up with two loads of cum already and you felt so used. It made you clench around his cock. “You got a daddy sized cock, Channie.”

“Call him daddy then,” Changbin chuckled, and you bit your lip with a smile.

“You wanna be my daddy today, Chan?” You said teasingly, and Chan groaned, his hips starting to kick up a rhythm inside of you. Your smile instantly fell, falling in a blissed out expression with lips parted. Chan always fucked you so good, preferring you on your hands and knees so he could get inside you deep and watch your ass ripple on his hips.

He pushed your head down into the sofa with one hand, picking up his pace and groaning when you tightened in approval. “Pussy’s so fucking tight. How’s it so tight? You just got fucked open like a whore.”

You whimpered, trying not to thrash your legs. “I’m a whore? God, more, say more-”

“Talk dirty to her, Chan,” Jisung chimed in, his hand already back on his hardening erection. “She loves it.”

“I think you are a fucking whore,” Chan scoffed, his hand yanking on your hair. “I think you’re daddy’s whore, aren’t you?”

You gasped, nodding. “I’m daddy’s whore, oh- oh, ‘s so big, fucking hell, daddy!”

Chan positively whined, his lips coming to kiss at your shoulder. His lips were so plush, so thick, you couldn’t help but imagine him wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard - something he did often - and your toes curled. “Clench that cunt for daddy, c’mon. You need to make daddy cum, don’t you? You’re not good for much else, not one thought in that pretty little head.”

Oh, he had you. He knew you so well, knew you’d squeal at the way he’s talking, and you were obedient, clenching your fluttering walls around that fat cock. You still had protest in you yet, though, despite it coming out in fractionated words. “I wan’ cum too, daddy.”

“Changbin,” Chan started, and the man in question hummed in response. “Come kiss her the way she likes.”

You moaned in excitement when Changbin walked back over to the sofa, and then he was pulling your head up by your hair. Changbin always kissed so deeply, so passionately with his plush, doll-like lips, and he let his tongue enter your mouth. You sucked on his tongue, making him moan and grab your head harder. Jisung stared at you both in envy, and then he was walking over too, cock bobbing with a newly formed erection. He had no shame, stroking it right in front of your face as you wailed into Changbin’s mouth.

“Are you gonna cum for your daddy, bunny?” Changbin muttered against your lips, and you gasped, nodding. “I think you better do it quickly then. He may leave you high and dry, y’know?”

“He’s- he’s not that mean,” You protest, shaking your head. “If he does, I’ll go to Binnie.”

“Baby, c’mere,” Jisung sighed, and then he was grabbing your head, making you face his cock. He was pumping it feverishly, matching the pace of Chan’s hips inside of you, and you licked your lips. “I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

“God, if you cum on my face, I’m gonna fucking cum,” You keened, and Chan chuckled, smacking your ass.

“I think that answers your question, Sungie,” Chan mused, and Jisung nodded, smiling. His eyebrows were furrowed as he tightened his fist around his cockhead, and then he was throwing his head back, groaning as hot white cum painted your face. You just loved being treated like a slut - you were a self proclaimed whore for these three men, and as soon as the cum hit your face, you felt your walls tighten one last time. You writhed through your orgasm, only kept still by Chan’s harsh grip on your hips.

“Changed my mind,” Chan grunted, and then he was pulling out, tapping his wet cockhead on your asshole. You wiggled your ass as you felt him leak pearlescent drops onto the skin, and he started to pump his cock quickly. “I’m gonna cum on this fuckin’ ass.”

“Mm, do it,” You giggled, pushing your hips back. You felt his balls, heavy and full of cum pressing against your core, and you sighed. “Cum on this ass, daddy, c’mon. Mark it as yours.”

Chan groaned, a deep, chesty noise and then you felt the warmth cover your skin. He gasped through his orgasm, his cockhead leaking all over your ass as he came. You belatedly realised you were positively covered in cum, but the thought only made you smile happily. It’s what you’d gone to the studio for, after all.

You felt your body go lax, finally sated as you collapsed on the leather. Chan rubbed his hand over your hip soothingly, and then he was jumping off the sofa and running around the studio like a maniac. Jisung used his t-shirt to wipe your face, giggling.

“Where the fuck are the wipes? We’re gonna get cum on the sofa, what the fuck-”

“Chan, chill out,” Changbin chuckled. “It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last.”

Jisung shrugged, soft cock still slightly covered in his cum. Or, was it Changbin’s? You weren’t sure. “I can lick it up, y’know-”

“Yeah, sounds great, Sung. Then we get round two, and the song really doesn’t get done, does it?” It was hard to take Chan seriously with his hands on his hips and trousers around his ankles, and you giggled. Chan looked at you, trying to suppress a smile. “Don’t start. You’d love round two, I’m sure.”

“Of course I would,” You stretched on the sofa like a cat, knowing full well you were smearing cum everywhere. Chan groaned, but just shook his head, sitting on the computer chair. “I’m gonna take a nap. Feel free to wake me with cock, guys.”

“Insatiable,” Changbin scoffed, but he kissed your cheek anyway. “Jisung, back in the booth.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m totally ready now, actually. Let’s do this.”

You smiled as you let your head fall back onto the arm of the sofa, and you heard more bickering over the track before you let your eyes close. You were sexually sated, really, but the question was how long that would last.

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bruh-changbin · 3 months

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love and leather

pairing: bad boy changbin! x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: use of handcuffs, piv, exhibitionism, fingering (f receiving), some smoochin', alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, an icky man being kinda icky, i think that's all

word count: 3.4K

a/n: before y’all say anything i knowwww this is short but y'all i'm busy and fuck in my last semester of uni and i kinda need to prioritize that a bit more 😭 buuuuut on the flip side i am slowly but surely making progress on some longer fun things so keep your eyes peeled 🫶 this fic is basically a love letter to bad boy eyeliner bin *sigh* when will he return from war..... also lowkey a continuation of under the bleachers but also not really.... no real plot just smutty bc i've been super horknee lately lawl enjoy

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seo changbin likes a lot of things.

he likes eyeliner and smoking cigarettes and hard sex. he likes going fast on his motorcycle and he likes his tattered leather jacket. he likes getting piercings with silver jewelry and he likes pretending that the taste of tequila doesn’t affect him.

but above all, he likes you.

he likes your pretty teeth and the curve of your neck. he likes the leather platform boots you bought to try to impress him. he likes the smell of your shampoo that’s now permanently interwoven into the fabric of his pillow.

he likes it when you cry when you cum and when you dig your teeth into his shoulder as he fucks you. he likes the way your speech becomes slurred after he’s given you countless mind-blowing orgasms.

he likes to be in control. but not in a weird, lowkey misogynistic way. more in a ‘i’m gonna fuck you so hard and act cold so we both feel good and then kiss away your tears because i love you more than anything else’ kind of way, you know? that’s why handcuffs are such a staple in your relationship.

you remember the first time he used those cold, metal cuffs on you.

it was after a halloween party and changbin was dressed up as, you guessed it, a police officer. the party was fun at first but soon grew to be quite boring. when changbin started to get a little too handsy was when you decided to call it a night. the cab ride back to your apartment was excruciatingly long and when you arrived you unlocked your door with trembling, sweaty hands.

no words needed to be exchanged for you to know to get onto your mattress on your stomach, hands behind your back where changbin cuffed them in place with a satisfying metallic click!

his movements were painstakingly slow, removing and discarding your bottoms and costume at a torturous pace to tease you (for what you have no idea - your costume wasn’t even that revealing). you could feel the tip of his nose tracing the skin in between your shoulder blades before he fucked you from behind, his blunt nails digging into your hips and he gripped you like he was never gonna let go. all you could do was cry and drool into your bedding as your boyfriend brought you to orgasm so many times your legs felt like tv static.

every time you tried to move, tried to find solace and stability by gripping the duvet underneath you, you were reminded of the cuffs that were binding your wrists together. changbin would chuckle every time he heard them clink and jingle, knowing he had complete and utter control over you. if anything it added fuel to his fire, resulting in him thrusting his cock into you in such a way that made it feel as if he was so deep inside of you that the two of you would forever be connected.

when he finally relented and unlocked you, your wrists were bruised and throbbing - it felt amazing.

the stinging of your wrists coupled with the pulsing of your abused cunt had you passing out on changbin’s broad chest in minutes and falling into one of the deepest sleeps you had ever experienced.

but of course, come morning time, he treated you as if you were royalty and kissed the marks that his handcuffs left on you with so much delicacy you thought you were going to turn into a puddle.

unbeknownst to the outside world, seo changbin has a soft side; which you discovered the first time he brought you into his room and had forgotten to hide his munchlax plushie beforehand. watching him scramble to hide it under his bed made the situation 10 times worse, and all he could do was scratch the back of his neck sheepishly as you attempted to stifle your laugh.

once the two of you became, you know, official, he let this side of him shine through more often.

at times he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain, as if you’ll crack and break at even the slightest touches - hence the way he traces the back of your hand with his thumb when you’re holding hands, his strokes akin to that of a feather.

you’ve lost track of the amount of times he’s almost burnt your kitchen down while attempting to make you breakfast after making love to you for hours on end the night before. it always ends the same, with changbin holding a plate of toast so burnt it's turned into bedrock and scrambled eggs you could bounce off the wall because of how rubbery they are. the result is always changbin dragging you to your favourite cafe for brunch in defeat, claiming that ‘it’s the thought that counts, y/n’.

but only you have the privilege of seeing him like this. these small, tender moments reserved only for the two of you in private, away from the curious eyes of onlookers in public.

on the days where both of you are lucky enough to not have to pull yourself out of bed early for the sake of attending a lecture or getting work done, you get to revel in the warmth provided by each other’s sleeping bodies. if you wake before changbin, you’re greeted with a view of his broad shoulders, his skin dotted with small imperfections and the bumps of his individual vertebrae visible. small, soft snores can be heard escaping his parted lips. if changbin wakes before you do… he never does.

sometimes you’re able to spend the whole entire day together without having to tend to other duties. these days usually entail slow, lazy starts to the day followed by changbin dragging you to the gym to watch him do lat pulldowns and cable rows followed by a shared shower where you help massage shampoo into his scalp. or, it could involve the two of you screaming at the tv as you battle over the top spot in mario kart 8 - changbin mains bowser, of course, whereas you opt to play as king boo. it takes almost all of your strength to avoid whipping your remote at the wall when he absolutely clobbers you during grumble volcano.

“don’t be upset y/n,” he coos without fail, “i’ll make it up to you later tonight!”

and he always does.

in public, he’s brooding, mysterious, sexy. it’s rare to see him without a cocky smirk painted across his face, his puffed lips quirked upwards as if to say ‘i’m better than you’ to anyone who crosses his path. and it’s true, he is.

he’s also the type to get jealous very easily.

case in point:

it’s friday night, and the two of you are perusing the city streets looking for some fun. earlier in the day, jisung had informed you that a small group of friends was planning on paying a visit to a well loved bar to get sloshed later that night. with nothing better to do, you and changbin accepted the invitation.

at first it was fun, with everyone reconnecting and catching eachother up on the current drama in their lives. but after an hour or two the vibe changed and the atmosphere became almost… cliquey. everyone had chosen their respective person or group for the night, choosing to only converse within their little bubble and never straying from it. this resulted in you and changbin fleeing the scene, opting to enjoy yourselves elsewhere where you can get lost in the music and each other… and alcohol.

soon after you’re at the front of a line for some club you’ve never been to with changbin’s arm wrapped around your waist as the bouncer checks your i.d. you’re let in with a nonchalant wave of a hand, and changbin follows shortly after.

once inside you make your way up the stairs to where the crowd is, choosing to forgo coat check and instead tossing your jackets on top of a pile that has formed on one of the few tables lining the walls near the entrance. then, you make a beeline to the bar where you order yourself a vodka cran and changbin a heineken.

with alcohol in hand you shove your way to the middle of the dance floor, getting lost in the club music while bumping and grinding on your boyfriend who’s posted up behind you. you’re not sure how much time you spend on the dancefloor with warm cheeks and limbs that have gone fuzzy, but it feels as if time itself has come to a momentary halt, allowing you to enjoy yourself in this moment while the world continues on outside without you.

so, when changbin taps your shoulder and motions to the bar to wordlessly say ‘i’m going to get more drinks’ you only nod and continue to dance on your own while you wait for his return.

this decision proves to be fatal however, for only moments after changbin’s departure you feel a clammy hand wrap around your bicep. you whip around only to find yourself face to face with some random man wearing a nike tracksuit ogling at you like you’re the last piece of his favourite candy at the candy store. gross.

“sorry, are you trying to get past me?”

“nah i’m trying to get with you, ma,” he practically yells into your ear in order to be heard over the music.

“oh! no thanks, my boyfriend’s at the bar getting drinks,” you say and attempt to shuffle away, an action that proves to be harder than you thought due to the mass of people surrounding you.

much to your dismay, the man persists, “boyfriend? why’d he leave you here all alone?”

“... to get us drinks.”

“well, if i was your man i’d never leave you alone, princess.”

princess? gross. only changbin gets to call you that… when he’s fucking you.

“is everything okay, y/n?” you feel an arm nudge yours and turn around to see changbin, your knight in shining armour, who’s come to save you from this god awkward conversation. in each hold he hands a drink, one for you and one for himself, and you fear what he may do with them in the next few moments.

“yea, all good, this guy was just being… weird,”

the skepticism that was previously evident on changbin’s face quickly morphs into annoyance (and jealousy at the prospect of someone other than himself making moves on you). without speaking he shoves the recently acquired drinks into your hands - making you scramble to stop yourself from dropping them and creating a sticky, syrupy mess all over the dance floor - before moving to size up the ‘bro’ that was just hitting on you with his chest puffed and chin held high.

not wanting to get into any sort of trouble tonight, you practically throw yourself in front of the freight train that is your boyfriend.

“no! it’s fine, changbin, let’s just forget him and have a good time, ‘kay?” you attempt to reason with him to no avail. all changbin does is shift his gaze between you and the guy who was making moves on you several times before wordlessly grasping your arm and pulling you towards the exit; you’re forced to abandon the dripping drinks in your hands on the edge of the bar (not before you manage to spill about half of one all over your lower arm).

soon you’re out of the crowded space, and are making your way towards the exit of the building and the city streets that are surely still teeming with nightlife.

“bin-”

“we’re going home,” he asserts, “i don’t want anyone talking to you like that.”

all you can do is allow yourself to be dragged behind your boyfriend like a ragdoll, his grip on your wrist so tight your fingertips start to lose their sensation. you know that any words of dissatisfaction you voice will be falling on deaf ears, so you opt to keep quiet and let changbin take the lead.

the bite of the cold night air of the winter jolts you awake once you step outside. a dull ring settles in your ears as the loud club music dissipates and changbin drags you further and further away from the establishment, almost dislocating your shoulder when he suddenly yanks you down a small, secluded alleyway.

“bin i’m fine, really,” you attest, your eyes never leaving the troubled face of your boyfriend, who pulls a pack of marlboros and a lighter out of his pocket. you watch as he places a cigarette between his lips before lighting it, using his hand to shelter the flame from the wind. in that moment you become envious of a measly little cigarette, for you so desperately wish that it was you and your mouth that changbin was putting his lips on and inhaling deeply, sucking you in like you’re his lifeline.

a haze of smoke soon surrounds you as changbin takes several drags from his dart, his eyes dark and refusing to meet yours. the scent burns your nostrils and you have to fight back the urge to cough; smoking only appeals to you when you’re drunk, and the alcohol you consumed earlier in the night has mostly exited your system.

with a sigh that manifests in a grey cloud changbin tosses his half-smoked cigarette to the ground, squashing the spark with the heel of his boot before catching your eye. his leather jacket rustles as he raises his hands to cup your face, the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“you’re mine, and nobody else’s,” his gaze is so piercing it feels as if he’s going to burn a hole through you, “right?”

you nod enthusiastically, head bobbing up and down as you whisper a quiet ‘right’ through squished cheeks and puckered lips - lips that are then being pressed against your boyfriends.

changbin tastes like the nicotine he just inhaled and smells like the cologne he saturated himself with earlier this evening, and you find yourself getting drunk all over again on something other than alcohol this time - him.

with your back pressed up against a brick wall you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of your lover’s mouth on yours, enraptured by the way changbin moves his lips in tandem with your own. the warmth radiating from the palms of his hands that have yet to leave your face makes your cheeks flush, and you tangle your fingers in the wavy strands of his hair that he’s choosing to let grow out, much to your delight.

the skin of your cheek stings when it’s exposed to the cold as changbin retracts his hand from your face, the tips of his fingers tracing the skin of your neck and sternum before reaching the waistband of your bottoms. his curious hand only hovers there for a moment before slipping underneath, not allowing a mere piece of fabric to be an obstacle in the way of your pleasure. a feeble moan escapes you when changbin gropes your cunt over your panties, the fabric already sticky and wet with your arousal.

“here, bin?” you question while scanning your surroundings, making sure there isn't anyone spying on the two of you being exhibitionists, “are you sure this is a good idea?’

“the best one i’ve ever had,” as he speaks his lips graze your neck, his breath hot and heavy before he starts to nip and suck at the supple skin; your pulse skyrockets and you clamp your thighs shut, ultimately trapping changbin’s hand in between them.

he manages to pry your legs apart just enough in order to move his hand, sliding your panties to the side and running two deft fingers through the folds of your dripping, needy pussy. it’s funny in the sense that changbin’s actions are so simple yet they already have you whining in pleasure, head rolling forward as you hide yourself in the crook of his neck.

“shhh baby, try to keep it down,” he coos, yet continues on nonetheless - easy for him to say, he’s not the one taking your fingers in an alleyway where a bunch of drunk people are parading by only metres away.

changbin continues to play with your cunt nonchalantly, much to your chagrin. every now and then he lets the tip of his middle finger dip into your dripping hole, causing you to go weak in the knees as the calloused heel of his palm kisses and bumps your aching clit.

“binnie,” you heave out rather embarrassingly, “i need it.”

“my girl needs my fingers in her pretty pussy, huh?” he teases, you nod pathetically with glassy eyes.

and at long last changbin finally relents and slips his middle and ring fingers fully inside of you, your cunt immediately clenching around his digits. the way he drags his fingers in and out of you so slowly before fucking them back into you feels so euphoric that you can’t help the goofy, drunken smile that makes its way onto your face as you drool onto the shoulder of his leather jacket.

with his broad shoulders shielding you from the outside world, changbin begins to curl and scissor his fingers inside of your warm, wet walls, making you moan and plead against his neck.

“god binnie you’re so good, feels so fucking good,” you cry through cracked lips while blinking away the eyeliner that stings your shiny, tearfilled eyes.

changbin then uses his thumb to massage your clit while his fingers continue to reach deep inside of you, making your lower abdomen twist and churn and your heart go thump thump thump from behind your chest. your fingers only tighten their grip on changbin’s jacket as you subtly rock your hips against his hand in an attempt to bring your orgasm on sooner.

you find yourself tuning out the sounds of traffic and people and nightlife to instead hone in on the beating of changbin’s heart that you can hear beating in his chest, your moans that only continue to increase in pitch, the rustle of bin’s jacket as he fingers you.

“so close honey, can you cum for me?” changbin groans into your ear in response to your pussy clenching around his fingers, a telltale sign that you’re on the brink of finishing all over his hand. at this point your back is aching from being pressed against brick for so long and you have a headache from how intensely you’ve been furrowing your brows, but the fire you feel in your aching pelvis makes it all worth it.

it only takes changbin several more thrusts before you’re creaming all over his fingers, whining his name is a nasally, needy tone as you all but collapse against his built frame as your orgasm explodes inside of you like fireworks. after a few moments you begin to come down, immediately noticing how dry your open mouth is and how sore your fingers are from gripping changbin’s jacket with everything you got.

when you pull away from changbin to stand up straight, a string of spit from your mouth to his jacket follows you - you wipe it away and pray he didn’t notice. it takes you a second to fully regain your balance and when you do, changbin finally lets go of your hips only to move his soiled fingers to his mouth where he sucks them clean of your essence. then he places his mouth on yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before he swallows you down his throat.

words needn’t be exchanged for you to know what comes next, you simply follow changbins lead as he drags you all the way home and makes a mess of you on the sheets of his bed.

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straykidshoe · 4 months

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You're so pretty

PAIRINGS: Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Mature (Smut)

MUSIC: Collide (Feat. Tyga) by Justine Skye

CONTAINS: Established relationship, shy!reader

SMUT WARNINGS: Thigh fucking, shower sex, groping, soft!changbin. Please message me if i misseed anything.

WORD COUNT: 1,530

A/N: For all of my shy girlies out there <3 hope you all like it!

You woke up later than usual- the mid morning sunlight streamed in through your sheer curtains, casting your window patterns onto your white sheets. Your spine tightened as you rolled over, searching for the familiar comfort that would normally be next to you, haphazardly tangled between the duvet- his chest rising and falling gently, letting you snuggle into his shoulder. Sitting up, you rested your chest on your bent knees- as you rubbed the sleep away from your eyes you scanned the room; missing the usual warm body that would’ve pulled you back to bed, lulling you back into a deep sleep.

You noticed how you were completely bare underneath the blanket, fresh memories of the night before flashing in your mind. You could feel your skin tingling as you remembered more and more- his skin against yours, him on his knees in front of you, dirty things whispered against your neck and ear. What a way to start the morning.

You glanced over to the nightstand opposite you, noticing a neon yellow in your peripheral. Stretching over, you read the note whilst sipping on the water that was left next to it,

‘Tried to wake you up, didn’t work. I have a bruise to prove it.

I’ll be back soon. Breakfast is outside. Try not to miss me too much.

P.S: I can still taste you on my lips.’

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, your nipples getting harder from the heightened sensitivity, shivering slightly as you looked around your room before pushing up and slipping on one of Changbins shirts along with a fresh pair of underwear. Stumbling out of your bedroom, you plodded your way to the kitchen- cringing at the loud slapping noise that echoed in the empty apartment. You felt yourself light up as you saw your favourite, toaster waffles with chocolate spread- you reminded yourself to thank your boyfriend later. Once you had finished your breakfast, you cleaned the house, brushed your teeth and hopped into the shower.

The hot water cascaded down from the large waterfall shower head above as you scrubbed at your soft skin with a washcloth- the bubbles frothing with the friction. The small speaker you had set up in the bathroom played a random song from your playlist, humming as you swayed your naked hips to the beat.

The velvety vocals bounced off the marble walls, echoing around you- aiding the large man who was currently sneaking into the room. Suddenly, you felt two large hands encircling your waist- gasping out you twisted around in their grip, relaxing your face when you saw your boyfriends smiling face gazing down at you, ‘Babe! What are you doing?’ feeling your face go red, you hold your sudsy hands up against your exposed breasts.

Changbin gently removed your hands- holding them in his large palms, ‘I felt lonely at work.. So i’m here’ he kissed the tip of your nose, laughing when you tried to look anywhere but his exposed torso. Your tongue went dry, five months of dating him and still- he manages to turn you into putty. Granted it was pretty easy, but that’s besides the point, ‘You left a few hours ago..’ you mumbled, fiddling with his fingers.

He was aware of your shy personality, finding your stuttering and avoidant nature adorable, ‘Should I go then?’ he questioned, a teasing lilt to his voice. Finally looking up, you met his large brown eyes, ‘N-no, it’s fine..’ chuckling to himself, he bent down and kissed your lips, making you even more flustered- your blood turned to lava, heating up all the pathways within you.

The soft caress of his tongue made you weak it the knees, feeling your pulse dangerously escalate spurred him on- you felt his cock getting hard against your thigh. Panicking slightly, you pulled away- returning your gaze down to the shower floor you stepped out of the water, giving him space to soak himself in the warm downpour. He smiled softly, keeping his hands firmly planted on your hips, running his thumb up and down on the soft patch of skin.

‘Help me?’ he asked, placing your coconut body wash bottle in your palm, with shaky fingers you squeezed out a generous amount of the thick liquid into your cupped hand. Taking a steadying breath in, you started at his neck, gently massaging the fragrant cleanser into his skin. You tried to meet his eyes that were staring down at you.

‘Stop looking at me like that..’ you grumbled, moving your hands down to his wide shoulders,

‘Like what, baby?’ Finally finishing his left arm, you moved onto the right.

‘Like you want to eat me.’ He laughed down at you, kissing the crown of your head.

‘Can you blame me.. you’re delicious’ he purred into your ear, kissing the skin behind. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, smiling to yourself as you tilted your head up the need to kiss him again overpowering your nervousness.

Instantaneously you felt relief wash over your entire body, as Changbin moaned into your mouth before hugging your midriff with his arms. Your core began to leak juices down your thighs, but the dull ache radiating from your walls made you whimper in pain; goosebumps raised on your skin, the duvet of steam creating beads of moisture to form on changbins toned stomach. Anxiety quickly rose within you, like water boiling in a pot, as you felt his calloused fingers drag up your pillowy thighs brushing against your pussy. You quickly pulled away, keeping your hands planted on his tapered waist; your boyfriend's face was painted in confusion, ‘What’s wrong?’

You chewed your lips, contemplating whether you should tell him the truth and risk upsetting him or gritting through the pain as he once again roughly fucked you into oblivion. As much as you wanted to please him and his insatiable habits, your poor vagina couldn’t handle his aggressive assault this time round.

‘It hurts..’ you whimpered, nuzzling in between his pecs, trying to hide your red cheeks. He cooed down at you, ‘Aww poor baby, it’s okay- let me take care of you..’ He reached for the shampoo bottle but stopped midway when you rested your small hand on his bicep, ‘Wanna make you feel good, binnie..’ you gazed up at him, eyes starting to water from desperation.

He took in your appearance shimmering, wet skin with large sparkling eyes and red cheeks. You look adorable, and so ready to be ruined..

‘You sure?’ He caressed your flaming cheeks with his large palm, smiling softly when you relaxed in his hold whilst nodding your head, ‘Okay, I have an idea..do you trust me?’ he asked, caution evident in his voice, ‘Yea, just want to please you.’

Suddenly, he twisted your body in his hold, so that your back was plastered against his front- snaking his hand up your stomach towards your breasts, he played with your puckered nubs whilst sucking on your pulse point. Moaning loudly you arched forward, pushing your tits further into his cupped palms, he chuckled against your wet skin whilst nudging your thighs open slightly with his thigh. Your breath hitched, ‘Relax precious, it won’t hurt at all..’ Changbin murmured against your neck- feeling him slide into the small gap he created you whined at the feeling of your thighs encasing his hard dick, the precum staining your skin leaving a path down as the water washed it away.

His heavy pants tickled the shell of your ear, he ensnared your neck with one large hand as the other held your pelvis against his, ‘You ready princess?’ meekly nodding your head, you gasped when he slid out of your thighs; before slowly re-entering the thigh gap. You let your head lay limp on his shoulder, the overwhelming feeling of his cock slowly getting slicker and slicker with your juices and therefore moving with more ease between your flesh made your entire body shiver with excitement.

Both of your moans echoed around the shower cubicle, mingling with the sound of both of your pelvis bumping together rhythmically. Slowly, Changbin’s moans turned into desperate whimpers and groans, you could tell he was teetering on the edge of his orgasm- his cock twitching helplessly against your cunt.

His thrusts became sloppy as his stamina was running out, wanting him to reach his high- you squeezed your thighs together, causing him to gasp against your shoulder, ‘Fucking-’ he bit down on your skin, secretly hoping that there would be visible marks of his teeth descorating your pure, clean canvas.

You started moving back and forth in tandem with his movements, fervently and messily clenching your thighs. Soon enough his breaths started to quicken as his moans became high pitched and the reflection of his face in the faucet showed his eyebrows being drawn together harshly, ‘Please cum around my thighs binnie, wanna feel you…’ your words threw him straight into his orgasm as he drew back completely- jerking his cum onto your ass and back thighs.

Breathing heavily, he twisted you back around- bumping his nose against yours, ‘you look so pretty covered in my cum baby..'

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hellish-hyperfixation · 1 year

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hheleleoll!! i wanna request a changbin x male reader fluff where changbin has a crush on the reader!! myb changbin gets a little clingy w the reader too,,, have a nice day <333

safe haven | seo changbin x male reader

Changbin struggled with his lack of privacy in public as an idol, and asked Chan in desperation. He received a new friend, and more.

requested

word count: 2.7k

reblogs and comments are always appreciated^^

a/n: hey:) i normally dont take this long to get a fic out, but lifes been kicking me in the ass. it's not my best work, but hope you still enjoy!

It wasn’t often that Changbin was able to escape the idol lifestyle. Everybody assumes that it’s a blast, that he pumps out songs like it's nothing, and that every interview and performance is always a joy — but there are downsides to any job. Being an idol was no exception.

For Changbin, the worst downside was the lack of privacy. He felt like he couldn’t go anywhere other than the dorm, the studio, or the company without being watched, interviewed, approached, or photographed. Every time he was at a restaurant for a quick bite, or walking along the Han river for some fresh air, he would end up stopped by a fan who wanted his signature, or journalists looking for a new scoop, which ruined his illusion of being a normal person who’s able to enjoy normal things, normally. As much as he loved his fans and his job, he hated it.

He wanted a safe place where he could be himself, without worrying about the side effects of fame catching up to him like the immortal snail that’s a million times faster and more persistent.

Changbin thought he’d never find it. He’d gone to practically every restaurant, cafe, and library that he could find tucked away in a corner. All of them had a fan, a person who recognized him, a journalist, or sometimes even his coworkers who knew he wasn’t supposed to be wandering around. He was just about to give up. Resign to the inescapable consumption of his privacy.

He thanks every god in existence and non-existence that he didn’t.

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“A flower shop?”

Changbin went to Chan with his problem in the middle of production when they were both stuck, hoping for some advice or at least for someone to listen, and received the former.

“Yeah, behind that cafe next to the gym. I go there sometimes to grab flowers for my parents when they visit, and the florist is great. He knows about…” he trails off and gestures vaguely to their surroundings, “but treats me like a close friend instead of a celebrity” he finished with a wide grin.

After a moment of silence and thought, Changbin came to a conclusion.

“We’re done for the day, yeah?” He didn’t bother waiting for Chan’s response as he started packing up his stuff, and Chan simply snorted at his eagerness.

“Tell him I said hi.” Chan tossed his hand in the air as a half-assed wave while Changbin nodded, already halfway out the door.

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It was a fairly slow day, unsurprising as it wasn’t a particularly busy season, so you were taking it easy in the flower shop by reorganizing some out of place pots and cleaning up in little nooks and crannies you usually had no time for. You were even considering closing up early, as nobody had stopped by for a few hours, when the quiet jingle of your front door opening resonated throughout the small area.

“One moment, please!” You called out to the visitor and got up from your cleaning spot on the floor, dusting the soil off the front of your apron, before making your way to the visitor.

“Hey, welcome in! Looking for anything in particular?” You started your usual spiel, when you noticed exactly who it was in your shop.

Seo Changbin.

You didn’t show any signs of recognition and treated him as you would any other customer. You’d heard enough times from Chan to know that any special treatment was rarely welcome for celebrities, after all.

“H-hi, um–hello! No, there’s nothing, really. I’m just, uh… Just browsing.”

How eloquent.

Changbin mentally slapped himself at the stumble, but in his defense, he hadn’t expected to be caught so off guard by how cute you were. The dirt on your face and stray roots in your hair, the apron with your shop’s (also adorable) logo on the front, and even the little nametag with a chibi version of yourself next to it — oh what a gorgeous name it was.

More importantly, though, you seemed friendly. Not obsessed, nor faking in order to pry information out of him, but genuinely friendly. The rapper could cry at how wonderful it felt.

Maybe he was exaggerating a little, but the quaint little shop felt straight out of a fairy tale, and he couldn’t help but blow the goodness of it a bit out of proportion.

“Alright, then! Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be just over here.” You resumed your work, although you opted for cleaning a few shelves rather than the floor, just to maintain your image. Changbin nodded in response and stood in the middle of your shop, rather dumbly, realizing he didn’t have a particular reason to be in a flower shop of all places.

He looked around and spotted a section for small household plants.

I guess we could do with some greenery in the dorm.

He knew it was a flimsy excuse, but he took it and made his way over to the plants, pretending he knew what he was looking for. It took longer than it should’ve to pick one out, as his eyes were often occupied with observing you humming to yourself while dusting off the shelves. Some of the tunes sounded suspiciously similar to the ones he’d heard hundreds of times in his studio, and he found it endearing.

He thought he was being rather discreet about his observations. Unfortunately for him, he was anything but. You felt a gaze on you and looked up at the rapper, only to be met with his eyes already on you more than once. His most common reaction was to look away guiltily with a newfound flush on his cheeks and ears. Sometimes, he’d try to play it off by looking at signs above your head or flowers on the shelf you were cleaning.

It was cute.

The next time you looked up, it was to Changbin inching his way towards the counter with a plant in his hands. You took that as your cue to make your way to the counter as well.

“A heartleaf philodendron, huh?” You commented on the plant in his hands, ringing him up.

“Sorry?” He responded, once again rather dumbly, making you chuckle.

“This lil guy,” you pat one of the leaves, “is called a heartleaf philodendron. Fun fact, they represent love of nature and growth in some folklore.”

“I totally knew that! Because I picked this plant intentionally, because that's why I came here, to buy a heartleaf phil.. um….” he trailed off with a weak embarrassed chuckle, and his shoulders tensed up the slightest bit.

“You didn’t come here to buy something, did you?” You stated more than asked, though not unkindly. His sheepish smile was everything you needed to know the answer.

“Yeah, I don’t know anything about plants. I just came here because Chan told me how cool you were, and I wanted a place to be able to hang out without… well, you know.” He expected you to be mad at him, or at least irritated, but he was mistaken.

“You could’ve just said so! I’m more than fine with you hanging out in the shop, even if you don’t buy anything.” You invited him with a wide grin and a wink, and Changbin visibly relaxed at your words.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

You waved him off.

“I’d enjoy the company. Beats sitting around waiting for customers all day alone.”

Changbin left the store with a new number in his phone, a new plant for the dorm, a new friend, and a new crush.

________

You became a common topic of conversation in the dorm, very quickly. Many rooms in the dorm were slowly filling up with various plants and flowers, and each Stray Kids member’s brains were quickly filling up with information about you that Changbin learned and couldn’t wait to share, or things you did that had Changbin weak in the knees.

Meanwhile, in the shop, Changbin became a commonly found sight at the little desk behind the counter. When he wasn’t on tour, working out, or practicing, he was in the flower shop doing his own work or helping you with yours. It got to the point that, more often than not, he would help you close up and the two of you would talk for hours afterward over drinks (that you went out to buy).

At a certain point, it became undeniably true.

Changbin had a crush on you.

He stayed in denial for a few weeks, brushing off his excitement as simply enjoying having a new friend and place to hang out, but quickly learned that spending time with friends doesn’t typically make his chest ache, hands shake, and mind stay awake during ungodly hours of the night while thinking about them.

He wasn’t sure what to do with his feelings. As much as he was a part of the production of romantic songs, the next moves weren’t as clear as a sweet confession and happily ever after.

This is what brought him to once again go to Chan for help. As little romantic experience as the man had, he was wise, and Changbin trusted in his judgment.

Similarly to the last time Changbin went to Chan for advice, they were in the studio, in the middle of a lyric rut. Unlike last time, Jisung was there too, and both friends were quickly informed of Changbin’s dilemma.

“Have you tried asking him out?” Jisung suggested from his position upside down on the couch, tossing a candy wrapper at the lovesick producer, which Changbin threw back with practiced ease. It hit Jisung’s forehead and he sat upright.

“Yes, and it went so well that we got married and bought a house in the suburbs and– no, of course I didn’t ask him out, why do you think I’m here?” Jisung rolled his eyes at the sarcastic response, and Chan rolled his eyes at the two’s antics.

“In all seriousness, it’s not a bad idea, Bin.”

Changbin’s head nearly fell off with how quickly he turned it to face Chan.

“How is it not a bad idea? What if he hates me? What if he thinks it’s creepy? What if he thinks I was using him and his kindness for my-”

“You know he’d never do that.”

It was as though the entire room fell into a void of silence. Chan’s words cut through Changbin’s seemingly endless stream of self-deprecating thoughts, and it was silent. For the first time since Changbin started debating what to do with his feelings, it was silent.

He felt it deep in his soul: that Chan was right.

You would never judge him.

Chan was soon met with the familiar sight of Changbin leaving the studio in a hurry, and he and Jisung kept working without a word, silently coming to the agreement that they would tease him relentlessly later.

_______

"Bin!" You called out when you saw the familiar figure slip into your shop. Almost immediately, he was by your side and helping you lift up a flower pot onto a shelf. You didn’t really need it, but you allowed it because he was cute.

It was nearly closing time. The evening sun shone through the large windows of the shop, making the entire room appear to shine various shades of orange and yellow. You shone with it, Changbin thought. He felt breathless looking at you, who smiled at him even though he felt like he did nothing to deserve it. Had he been in one of his cheesier moods, he’d say your smile was brighter than the sun.

“H-hey! Um… I actually wanted to talk to you about something. If you have time, that is.” Changbin managed to spit out while reaching out for your hand, just to fidget with your fingers. It was a habit you, once again, found cute. When you weren’t busy around the shop or tending to customers, you often sat next to him at his desk, and (after some initial awkwardness) he wasn’t shy about touching. The producer often played with your hands, placed his head on your shoulder, or tapped your foot with his. Sometimes, after you guys close up together and have (alcoholic or nonalcoholic) drinks on the little couch in the back, he would place your head on his lap and run his fingers through your hair.

You swung your hand between yours and Changbin’s bodies, making him sway a little with the force as you responded.

“I’ll always have time for you, Bin.”

The two of you quickly closed up, a little earlier than usual, and Changbin tried to ignore the heat gathering at the tips of his ears the entire time.

After you double checked all the locks and the inventory, you plopped down next to Changbin on the little couch with two cans of his favorite drink, nearly crushing his thigh with how closely you sat.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?” You questioned, handing him his drink.

Changbin didn’t respond right away. Rather, he took a moment to do a quick breathing exercise, which worried you. Was it that serious?

He eventually looked back up at your face, and you could see a not-so-subtle blush on his cheeks.

“I… I guess it’s better to just get it out. I really like you.”

He shut his eyes as though he were afraid, then reopened them as though he regretted the decision. His hands were endlessly fiddling with your fingers and the hem of your shirt. He was nervous.

“I-it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. These feelings were just… too much. I wanted to let you know.”

You didn’t know how to respond. Of course you liked him as well, who wouldn’t? But your next words were some of the most important that you’d say in your life, and you didn’t want to mess them up.

Changbin was beginning to mistake the silence as rejection, and you mentally punched yourself for letting the silence stretch out that long.

“W-we can still be friends, right?” He asked hopefully, and you were still on pause.

“Wait–Changbin, I like you too,” you finally got out. The change on his face from utter defeatedness to confusion to blush was almost worth the silence.

“Really?” His face lit up. Like a puppy seeing his owner walk through the door. You could only chuckle at his excitement.

“Then– do you wanna go on a date? With me?"

You just managed a nod before you were pulled into a bone-crushing hug. You couldn’t breathe very well, but humored Changbin and antics. He was too cute to bring his infectious happiness down, after all.

Once he let you go, Changbin cupped your face with his hands, squishing your cheeks together just a little bit. You’re sure your smile was crooked, and you probably didn’t look your best in that moment — covered in dirt and messy hair from having run your hands through it all day — but he didn’t mind. Oh, how could he? This moment is easily contested with his first performance as an official member of Stray Kids as one of the happiest in his life.

After a little more squealing and smiling and hugging and holding, Changbin managed to tear himself off of you to go back to the dorms. It was a little earlier than he usually left, which nearly irritated him, but reminding himself that it was in order to get ready for tomorrow's date was enough to bring back the giddy feelings.

Tomorrow's date.

With you.

He nearly squealed out loud again, but your hand grabbing his stopped him. The sound he made in response to the touch was akin to what a question mark would sound like in webtoons.

"Oh--hey! Is something wr-" his breath left him before he could finish.

You leaned in quicker than he could react and left the softest of kisses on his cheek. It could hardly be considered a kiss — maybe a brush of skin would be a better term — but it was more than enough to get Changbin's face red once more.

"I– that— you— wha–"

"Bye, Binnie~" you nudged him the rest of the way out the door and closed it once he was out, making sure to send a wink his way first.

With all the teasing Changbin received once he went back to the dorm, he should've regretted asking you out, but nothing could've taken away the pure joy he felt at even the mere thought of going on a date with you.

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Just Like Gretzky ~ *Seo Changbin*

Disclaimer: I did not edit this photo. All rights to this edit goes to the owner (if the owner wants me to take it down, I will).

Summary: Changbin and you have a friendship built on hockey (although you often argue over who the greatest player of all time is). However, when he catches feelings, things get complicated. And there's this tradition regarding who should wear his other jersey to his championship game this weekend...

Pairing: Seo Changbin X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 5072

Warning: N/A

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Taglist: @plutonieve @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: As a lifelong hockey fan, I needed to write this. I've thought about making it a series multiple times, but I didn't. I like it this way.

Changbin has known you pretty much his whole life. The two of you grew up together, your houses right next to each other in your neighborhood, and the two of you were practically glued to the hip since you first met. The glue that kept the two of you together when you were children was a shared love for one sport: hockey.

The two of you would spend hours watching every interview and going over the statistics of every team and each player. Any game that was playing that you both had time to watch, you would. Of course, the two of you would get into heated debates over the game and the players during commercial breaks, but that's what made watching the games that much more fun.

“Obviously, Wayne Gretzky is the greatest hockey player to ever play in the history of hockey.” Changbin exclaimed, making you roll your eyes with a scoff.

“Absolutely not. Gordie Howe is called Mr. Hockey for a reason!” You shot back.

Changbin frowned at just how crazy you sounded. “That doesn’t matter!”

“What do you mean it doesn't matter? It totally does!”

“Gretzky can skate circles around Howe in his sleep!”

“But Howe has his own hat trick named after him! What does Gretzky have?”

“Everyone knows Gretzky more than they know Howe!”

You groaned, flopping back onto your bed, making Changbin smile in spite of himself. “I don’t even know why I’m still friends with you.”

He shrugged before he teased you again. “I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because I’m the only person you can freak out about hockey with.”

A chuckle escaped you. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right.” He nodded all matter of fact like. “I’m always right.”

“You’re not right about the best hockey player of all time.”

“Okay subject change!” He whined and made a face at you. “I do NOT want to go through all of that debate again.”

Again, you laughed before sitting up. “Alright, alright. Then let me ask you this. When’s your state championship game?”

Changbin froze. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you about his championship game. It’s just every time you came to one of his hockey games, he got all nervous and made dumb mistakes on the ice. Not only that, but there was a tradition of the players giving their away game jerseys to a friend or significant other to wear during the game for good luck. He wanted to give you his jersey to wear, but he was just too scared to ask, so he was planning on just giving it to Wooyoung tomorrow.

“Oh, uh, it’s coming up.” He tried to avoid the topic, but sometimes you were just too smart for him.

“Like this weekend?” You asked, scooching closer and making his heart skip a beat.

“Maybe…”

You nodded. “Well, I will most definitely be there!”

He was hoping you wouldn’t say that, but he knew you would come as soon as you guessed when his game was. “Are you sure you want to come? It’ll be so boring. And it's not like you haven't been to any of my games before. It'll be just like one of those...”

“Boring?! Since when is hockey boring?! And this is the championship game! There is no way it's going to be boring!” You screeched, causing him to jump a little, yet a smile tugged at his lips. “I’m so going to be there! It’ll be so fun! And I know you guys will win!”

“Hehe, yeah…” He trailed off.

"Well, I'm starved, do you want anything?" You asked, standing up and stretching.

He was thankful that you changed the subject and he shook his head. "Not right now, but hurry up. The second period is about to start."

"I'll be quick, I promise!" You assure him before slipping out of the room.

Changbin sighed as soon as you left the room. He was no longer looking forward to his championship game now.

As soon as his head hit the lunch table the next day, Seungmin laughed at him. “Something on your mind there, defense?”

“I heard that it’s Y/n.” Felix also teased him. The rest of the team turned to face their depressed defenseman, knowing what the girl meant to him.

Changbin’s head shot up at his words. “Where did you hear that?”

He shrugged, “I’m friends with Wooyoung too, you know.”

Now he really regrets telling Wooyoung what happened last night at her place. Groaning, his head hit the table once again. Since Seungmin and Felix knew about his plight, he was preparing for all of the team to start relentlessly teasing him. This was not what he wanted at all. He just wanted to vent about his frustrations to his close friends and not to his team. Granted, he should have known better because Wooyoung was known for having a big mouth.

“So what’s wrong with you and Y/n?” Hyunjin asked.

“Nothing’s going on.” He tried in vain to explain.

“Right…” Minho snickered as he rolled his eyes. “So what’s really on your mind?”

Changbin sighed. There was no way he was getting out of this one. When Minho wants to know something, he will do everything in his power to get it from you. And it was never a pretty sight. So he might as well spill his guts.

“It’s just, she asked when the playoff game was and she managed to figure out it’s this weekend.” He explained.

Jeongin narrowed his eyes on his teammate, as if he was talking nonsense. “And that’s bad, why?”

“Because I kind of maybe, sort of want her to wear my away jersey to the game…” He could feel his cheeks turn a bright shade of red.

Within an instant all of the boys at the table were jeering and teasing him to no end. He felt himself shrink into himself from embarrassment until he felt someone throw his arm over his shoulder. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was the team captain, Chris, aka Bang Chan.

“Hey, it’s okay 'Bin.” He consoled him. “I already gave my away game jersey to my girlfriend. It’s not a big deal so don’t make it a big deal.”

“But it’s so cute!” Felix teased, pulling at Changbin’s cheeks, making him groan. “Our big, tough, and scary defenseman has a little crush!”

“You have a crush too, Felix!” Jisung shot back, also throwing his arm over Changbin’s shoulders from the other side. “So you have no room to talk.”

It was at this moment that the forward blushed just as red as Changbin was at the moment. However, Felix managed to stammer out, “Yeah, but, I threw my jersey in their locker with a note telling them where to go this weekend.”

“Yeah, if they even decide to show up.” Jeongin teased him.

“They will!”

“Hey!” Jisung exclaimed in an effort to get them to stop fighting. “Felix’s problems aside, how is Changbin going to get Y/n to go to the game this weekend with his jersey?”

Hyunjin shrugged. “Why not just do what Felix did? Throw it in her locker and not tell her anything in hopes she figures it out instead of being a decent human being and talking to her?”

Felix frowned and flicked a French fry at him. “Low blow dude.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re an idiot.” He sighed as he shook his head, causing the forward to scoff.

Chris huffed before turning Changbin to face him. “Look, you’re not going to get any good advice from these guys, so let me try to help in some way. You seem to really like her and I’m glad you do. Anxiety is normal, but don’t let it get in the way of trying to talk to her. She might surprise you.”

“I suppose…” He trailed off, unsure of what else to say. It was a good thing because Chris then went into a rant about strategy for the game that weekend and he was more than willing to change the subject.

However, the previous conversation was still nagging at the back of his mind through the rest of lunch. All he needed to do was give you his jersey and ask you to go to the game. It sounded easy in theory, but he knew deep down that as soon as he saw you, he was going to freeze like he always did when he was near you nowadays.

Sometimes he wished he was still a kid who liked to pull on your pigtails to tease you and watch hockey games with you. He wished he didn’t have all these unnecessary feelings overcomplicating things. Sometimes he wondered if you felt the same way he did, if you froze up just like he did, but he knew you didn’t. Why would you like your best friend who has only really ever been a friend to you? There was absolutely no way. So he was left to sulk in his own little pity party.

That afternoon during practice, Changbin was beyond distracted. He kept missing the puck that was passed to him and kept tripping over his own skates. The other boys at first laughed at him, but as his distracted clumsiness continued, they began to grow worried.

Being a good Captain, Chris pulled him to the side with a frown. “What has gotten into you? I understand having an off-day but we really can’t afford off-days this close to the most important game of the series. So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Changbin shook his head, trying not to let it show what he was truly thinking. “I just haven’t been myself today.”

“You’re thinking about Y/n again, aren’t you?”

He sighed. “Is it really that obvious?”

Chris chuckled. “Yeah, a little bit. Look, just tell her, okay? Worst that’s going to happen is-”

“She says no.” Changbin finished. “Yeah, I know. I just wish things could have stayed the same, you know? Like when we were still best friends who loved hockey more than anything else in the world. I wish I never had feelings for her because they just overcomplicate everything.”

Again, Chris chuckled, patting his slightly younger teammate on the shoulder. “Love doesn’t always happen the way we want it to. And it just so happened to have worked out this way. Maybe you two are meant to be together. Or maybe you’re not. You’re never going to know if you don’t give her a chance.”

"But what if she doesn't give me a chance?"

"That's a risk you're going to have to take."

Changbin supposed his captain was right. Besides, Chris has been in a relationship far longer than he has. He ought to know more about romance than he does. Heaving a sigh, he shook his head in an attempt to get back into the game. Like his captain said, the most important game of the series was this weekend and he needed to bring his A-game.

It was a slow start but eventually he was back up to parr. Everyone was relieved to see their best defenseman back to his old tricks again. Even Changbin was feeling better about the big game that weekend. Practice finished well and he found himself laughing and joking along with his teammates in the locker room before getting ready to leave.

However, upon leaving the locker room, he saw you.

He couldn’t miss you; no one could. You were wearing your Red Wings jersey and a Gordie Howe cap. You must have seen him practice because the only time you wore all that was when you went to watch a hockey game. Changbin immediately felt self-conscious about practice. Did you see him before his talk with Chris, when he was playing badly because you were plaguing his thoughts? However, the thought of you actually hearing the conversation he had with his captain made him want to turn right around and hide in the locker room until you went away.

“Changbin?”

Welp, he was screwed.

Giving you an awkward smile, he hefted his bag of gear higher on his shoulder. “H-hi Y/n. What are you doing here?”

You chuckled. “I had to make sure you guys were in tip top shape for the game this weekend. You guys looked amazing out there. You’re going to kill it.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

Nodding, you answered, “I know so.”

He nodded as well, feeling his cheeks get warm at your praise. “Well, thank you, Y/n. I really appreciate it.”

“But that’s not the only reason why I came by.”

Changbin was afraid you’d say something like that. Again, he hoisted his gear even higher onto his shoulder, trying not to grunt from the strain of the weight on his shoulder. “Oh yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah. One of your teammates, the back-up goalie, Seungmin, told me to meet you here. He said you have something to talk to me about? He said it had something to do with the game this weekend?”

Leave it to Seungmin to make his situation worse for him. Now he couldn’t back out. He had to give you the jersey. It was now or never.

Dropping his bag of gear, he didn’t look you in the eye as he dug out his away jersey and forced it into your hands. “Here. Wear this at the game. I’ll see you later.”

And with that, he was gone, praying you didn’t see the red on his cheeks or ears.

As he was rushing out of the arena, he bumped into someone. Apologizing, he was ready to mumble an apology while moving past them. However, they grabbed his shoulder.

“Hey, hey, hey. Where are you going in such a hurry?”

He lucked up and felt a small twinge of relief. Jisung was smiling at him, though there was concern in his eyes. “Are you okay, Changbin?”

Taking a deep breath, he explained, “I gave Y/n my jersey.”

“Did you now? What did she say?” He asked, a bright smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Changbin looked away as he bit his lip. “I didn’t stick around long enough to find out.”

As Jisung laughed, Changbin felt his ears grow hot with embarrassment. “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. But it’s kind of funny and kind of cute! I’m sure she appreciated the gesture and I’m sure she’ll be at the game, cheering you on like she always does. Only this time she'll be in your jersey, which I'm sure will be a sight to see. I’m even willing to bet she’ll pair your jersey with her Gordie Howe hat.”

Changbin couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yeah, I’m sure she will.”

“Just relax.” Jisung continued. “Deep breaths. You’re going to be okay, I’m sure of it. As long as you do your best this weekend, everything is going to be just fine.”

He nodded and hazarded a glance back at the arena. “Yeah, everything is going to be just fine.”

On the day of the championship game, Changbin was a bundle of nerves. They had already practiced on the ice and he hadn’t seen you in the stands. A part of him assumed you were weirded about by the jersey and didn’t want to come. But when he went back into the locker room, he caught sight of a Red Wings hat. He wasn’t sure, but his heart fluttered in his chest at the sight. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

In the locker room, Hyunjin nudged his shoulder as the pair laced up their skates. “Did you see her?”

Changbin shook his head. “I didn’t see her.”

“What are you talking about?” Jisung asked, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. “She was right there above the tunnel! She’s sitting practically right behind our bench! She’s got the perfect seat for today's championship game!”

He felt his cheeks turn pink. So that Red Wings hat really was yours. He should have said something or at least waved at you. That would have been the nice thing to do. Why hadn’t he noticed you?

“Hey, calm down, Changbin. I can't have you getting this distracted before we've even hit the ice.” Chris gave him an encouraging smile as he patted his shoulder. “You got this. Do your best out there and she’ll be proud of you no matter what, okay?”

Nodding, he took a deep breath. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“Yeah, you got it!”

“And we’re going to destroy those Gorillas and win the championship!” Felix shouted, causing everyone else to cheer. “Show them no mercy!”

For a brief moment, Changbin forgot all about you in the stands. All he was thinking about was bringing home the glory to his team and his fans. He was Seo Changbin, the toughest, meanest, scariest defenseman on their team. And he was going to win.

Stepping out onto the ice, he was calm, cool, and collected. He was ready for this. He could do anything and he was ready to play.

And then he looked at the stands.

The world stopped. There you were. Cheering him on once the national anthem was sung and the players were getting ready for the first puck drop.

And you were wearing his jersey.

Minho tapped his stick to get his attention. With a teasing grin, he mumbled, “Get your head in the game, lover boy. We have a championship to win.”

Nodding, he focused on the player in front of him. Changbin made up his mind. He was going to win this not only for his team but for you too.

The puck dropped.

He charged forward.

The first period was pretty uneventful, save for two events. One of the Gorillas had tripped Chris and then started to pick a fight with Felix, which caused him to drop his gloves. Usually, the team didn’t fight, but it was an uncalled penalty and the other player was a known cheater in the league. Besides, Felix was the tough guy on the team, though Seungmin was a close second. But Seungmin was the back-up goalie, so he didn’t get to fight ever. After a brief fight, Felix managed to pin the guy to the ice, which meant the fight was over. Changbin tapped his stick on the ground with the rest of the team as he was led to the penalty box to serve his five for fighting.

As Changbin got back to the bench so another player could go out, he glanced at Chris. “You okay?”

Changbin nodded. “Yeah, just a little discombobulated, that’s all. I’ll be back out there before you know it.”

Before he even sat down, half the crowd started to cheer and he looked up. The opposing team had just scored. He groaned, slumping down on the seat with a thud. If only he had been out there for a couple seconds longer, he would have been able to help Hyunjin save the puck from going in. He had no idea what Jisung was thinking as their goalie, but he didn’t seem so happy about it either.

“It’s okay boys.” Their coach assured them. “It’s still early in the game. We got this. Just shake it off and move on, got it? Now, Minho, this is what I want you to do when you go out there…”

Changbin stopped listening to his coach then. He had turned his focus back to the game and absolutely nothing could break his concentration-

Someone tapped on the glass next to him. He knew he shouldn’t, but he glanced over. As soon as he did, his eyes widened and his breathing almost stopped.

There you were, smiling at him with encouragement. In your eyes, he could see you reassuring him for the goal scored against them. It was almost as if you were trying to tell him not to worry about what happened. He felt himself smiling at you, trying to tell you that he understood and he was going to give it his all.

The period ended and the boys headed back down the tunnel. As Changbin headed inside, he didn’t know what came over him, but he winked at you. You laughed and winked back, making his heart pound. Why did you always have to be so cute? Did you even know about the effect you had on him?

After Chris was given a once over to make sure he was okay, their coach addressed the players. “Alright guys, I know it looks bad. It’s zero to one and these guys are tough. But we’re tougher. We have Jisung’s speed, Minho's tricks, Chris’s leadership, Hyunjin’s quick-thinking, Felix’s toughness, Seungmin’s moral support, Jeongin’s sharp eye, and Changbin’s surefootedness. We have teamwork that is unmatched by any other team in this league. If we work a little harder, we’re going to win this. So, are you ready to fight for what’s rightfully ours?”

“YEAH!” Everyone started chanting and cheering, the desire to win fueling their determination.

Second period began and Changbin was quicker and smarter than before. He outmaneuvered their best goalscorers and even had their Captain tripping over his skates. He truly owned the ice during this period. Storming the crease, he passed the puck to Hyunjin, who slapshot it into the back of the net.

The score was now tied.

Changbin couldn’t help but let out a yell before going over to his teammate and patting him on the head, as hockey players do. They then skated to the bench to get high-fives from the rest of their teammates. As the rest of the team congratulated Hyunjin, he snuck a quick peek up at the stands. His smile only grew as he saw you freaking out, screaming your head off as you clapped wildly. It made his heart full to see you cheering him on. It felt like he was the one who scored the goal, even though he only got an assist.

After that goal, the second period passed uneventfully, yet incredibly tense. The pressure had increased significantly since the start of the game. It was tied. If someone didn’t break it, they would have to go into overtime and then a sudden death shootout. He didn’t think he could take the kind of pressure a shoot out had. They needed to break this tie.

Back in the locker room, everyone congratulated Hyunjin again for the goal and Changbin for the assist. Even their coach was beaming with pride. Standing before the players yet again, he spoke, “Alright boys. Last period of the championship game and it’s all tied up. If we don’t score now, we have to go into overtime, and I really would rather wrap this game up all nice and neat with a bow, don't you think?”

“YEAH!”

“So, let’s get out there and show them we mean business! All we need is for at least one more goal! Can we do it?”

“YES WE CAN!”

“Alright then! Let’s get out there and win!” And with that, they charged out of the tunnel, ready to finish this.

The third period was tense. The Gorillas didn’t seem to have winning on their mind. Instead, they were roughing up their team. It seemed every minute someone got a penalty called on them, whether it was for cross-checking, hooking, holding, high-sticking, or tripping. Even Changbin wasn’t immune to their tricks. More than once he was tripped or cross-checked as he attempted to gain control of the puck. But he knew not to give in to the urge to drop his gloves. He couldn’t, not when they were so close to winning.

Every time he’d get back to the bench, he would look at you from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t lose this game. Not with you sitting there, glued to the edge of your seat, totally enraptured by the game. He couldn’t break your heart like that. So he would give it his all and win.

It was the last puck drop of the game, considering they had less than a minute left, and everyone was on their feet. Changbin was thankful to be on the ice because he was going to help his team win. He didn’t even care about the Gorillas that were going to try and stop him. He was going to win.

The puck dropped and Minho won the face off. He passed it to Chris, who passed it to Hyunjin. Changbin could see them lining up the shot and he got into position, with Jeongin nearby. The play was simple, pass to Jeongin and he’ll squeeze through the Gorilla defense to score the game winning goal. Easy.

But when the puck was passed to him, he noticed a wide open net. All it took was a split second decision. One flick of the hockey stick was all it took to send the puck soaring.

It hit the back of the net, top shelf, right as the buzzer sounded to announce the end of the period.

They won.

Their team won because of him!

Before he knew it, his life was practically being squeezed out of him by his teammates as they also pounded him on the head. Even Seungmin, still dressed in his backup goalie uniform and pads, practically jumped on top of all of them, making them all topple over. Their coach came over and congratulated them. As the final score buzzer sounded, they raised their sticks in salute to their victory. After that, they shook hands with the opposing team before both teams went down their respective tunnels to change and then celebrate.

“Changbin, you were amazing!” Felix yelled, a grin threatening to split his face.

“You’re the best defenseman ever.” Seungmin added with a cheeky smirk.

“Congratulations, Changbin. You did amazing.” Jeongin gave his friend a hug before patting his head again.

“MVP! Star of the game! Best player to ever grace the ice here!” Jisung shouted through the locker room, causing everyone to laugh.

“You did it, Changbin! We’re so proud of you.” Minho nodded to him with a proud smile.

Chris and the coach were the last two to offer their congratulations to him. When the coach left to pack up, Chris added, “We knew you could do it. Now hurry up and go change and freshen up. I’m sure Y/n will want to congratulate you as well and you don’t want to keep her waiting now do you?”

He felt his cheeks heat up and Minho snickered. “You know what you should do? Go ask her out on a date tonight. Use that leftover adrenaline for good.”

Changbin frowned. “What about you guys? Don’t you want me to come celebrate with you all?”

Hyunjin scoffed. “Don’t worry about it! There’s always tomorrow!”

“Yeah!” Jisung added. “Love is fleeting. Food is forever.”

Felix pretended to cry. “That was beautiful, man.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Get going already. Just know that we expect details tomorrow, okay?”

“Or you should just bring her with you!” Seungmin called out from the showers.

“Oh, I like that idea.” Minho nodded, and everyone laughed again.

Changbin, with bright red cheeks, hurried to get ready. Showering and changing as quickly as he could, he shoved his gear into his duffel bag before rushing out of the locker room. He didn’t want to get teased anymore by his teammates tonight. Besides, Minho was right; he needed to put his leftover adrenaline to use.

As soon as he left the locker room, he searched for a Red Wings hat and an away game jersey. But there were so many people everywhere. It was hard to see anyone.

“CHANGBIN!” He almost had the wind knocked out of him as you ran into him from behind him and pulled him into a tight hug. “YOU WON! YOU SCORED THE GAME WINNING GOAL AND WON! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!”

He chuckled, hugging you back. “I know! It still hasn’t quite hit me yet that I did it! But, Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you-”

“There’s something I need to tell you as well.” You replied. “But you first.”

Taking a deep breath, he spoke. “Y/n, I like you, a lot, as more than a friend. And I was wondering if you wanted to grab a late dinner to celebrate with me? As, as, like, a, you know, like a date?”

You beamed before grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket and smashing your lips against his. At first he was shocked. Just like the goal he scored roughly twenty minutes ago, it didn’t hit him yet. But then it came crashing down on him: his crush was kissing him. AND HE WASN’T KISSING BACK!

Quickly, he let his eyes close and pulled you in closer. You giggled as his hand found its way to the back of your head. The kiss was everything he wanted and more. But all good things must come to an end and he was starting to run out of air. So he unfortunately had to break the kiss. But your hand found his as you smiled at him.

“I’d love to go on a date with you. As long as your teammates don’t mind.” You exclaimed.

“They don’t. They actually encouraged me to ask you out.” He felt his ears go red as he scratched the back of his head with his free hand.

You laughed. “Of course they did. Now c’mon! I’m starving! And after dinner, I say we head to a twenty-four hour convenience store and load up on snacks so we can watch movies at my house!”

He smiled softly as you started to leave him through the crowd. “Sounds perfect.”

“Oh and here.”

You placed something on his head and he realized it was his Oilers hat of Wayne Gretzky’s first Stanley Cup win in the 1983-84 season. It was his lucky charm, just like your Gordie Howe Red Wings cap from 1955 was your lucky charm. It was fitting and it made him fall in love with you just a little bit more.

Giving you a cheeky smile, he asked. “So how cool did I look when I scored that final goal? Did I look like Mr. Hockey Gordie Howe when I scored?”

Laughing, you shook your head. “Nope, more like Wayne Gretzky. Just like Gretzky.”

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hyunjinniesgirl · 2 years

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binnie fingering you while hes driving

being a whole whimpering mess while his fingers slip in and out of your hole his gaze focused on the road ahead of him, only glancing at you for a few seconds only

hi. . .i hope you don't mind that i kinda went overboard. . .

i'm so sorry i replied to this late!! but i made sure to get this done today for binnie's bday!! i hope you enjoy :D

this is a strictly 18+ fic. minors do not interact.

wc: 2.2k

warnings: afab!reader, fem!reader, softdom!changbin, sub!reader, fingering while driving (please do nawt do this i beg, it is v dangerous), unprotected seggs (safe sex always pls), car sex, exhibitionism, pussy smack, changbin and y/n film themselves like they're fucking porn stars (they aren't but they do it twice within the span of minutes so), finger sucking (they also do that twice repetitive i know), y/n has a hand kink (not projecting at all), name-calling (slut once), panty sniffing and sucking, piv, cumming on punani

without further ado, my changbin brain rot :D

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You couldn’t help the way you stared at your boyfriend as he drove the two of you to the grocery store. The act on its own was so mundane, you’d simply ran out of a few kitchen essentials and needed to stock up. However, seeing your boyfriend so domestic and normal stirred something deep inside you.

It had started just an hour ago when Changbin had been leaning with one exposed arm resting on top of the open fridge, quickly examining its contents with his notes app opened.

“Hannie must’ve finished all of the garlic again,” he mumbled to himself as you walked in, adding several things to his digital grocery list. “The gochugaru is running low too.”

You hummed in agreement, willing yourself to actually listen to what he was saying instead of ogling at how his biceps bulged against the frame of the refrigerator. Changbin had just gotten back from his schedule, clad in a plain t-shirt and sweatpants and face freshly washed. You resisted the urge to take his hands and shove them down your pants solely because you assumed he was tired from his long day.

Now, you agreed to go grocery shopping with him on the condition that you got to pick the movie for movie night. The car ride to the nearest grocery store wasn’t long, but you had seen enough.

Changbin sat in the driver’s seat like it was his throne. His chair was leaned back slightly, one arm resting across the center console while the other steered the wheel with ease. You eyed his hand that was planted firmly on your thigh, delicately dragging it higher up towards your heat. Conveniently, you’d worn a light summer dress for the undemanding occasion figuring that if you had to watch your boyfriend’s muscles flex every time he picked something up you’d better wear something that let the air in. Changbin didn’t resist, too focused on the clear road ahead to notice your actions until his knuckles suddenly met damp cloth.

You watched Changbin’s eyes widen, his arm suddenly tense against your leg. You propped your leg against the center console to give him more access, desperate for him to cut the shit and plunge his fingers inside you.

The initial shocked expression on his face forced a smirk to spread across your lips, but your triumph was short-lived when he brushed his knuckle against your clothed clit. The smirk on your face morphed into an “O” shape as he moved his knuckle against you. Changbin wore the cocky smirk now and he had no intention of returning it.

“You’re so cute, honey,” Changbin cooed as you let out soft wines. The man didn’t turn his head to look at you aside from the quick glance he took at a stop sign. All you could do was whine at the slow circles he was rotating on your sensitive bud. “Since when have you been this wet?”

“Since—“ you started, your viselike grip on his forearm only tightening. “Gr-grocery list.” Changbin merely tsked in reply.

Your eyes were trained on his hand teasing you. You moaned when you tore your gaze from him to see the dark wet patch on your simple gray underwear. Changbin’s knuckle glistened with your wetness, the sight causing you to grip his wrist and grind your pussy against his hand. Your boyfriend didn’t like that action, you could tell by the way he jerked his hand away from your heat to land a firm smack on it.

“Can you take what I give you, doll?” Changbin asked gently, his voice starkly contradicting his recent action. “Nothing more and nothing less, okay?”

You nodded even though you knew he would only be able to see you through his peripheral. “Yes, Binnie, I will.”

Without a word, Changbin shoved his hand down your front, hissing when he came into contact with your wetness. “God, I want to fuck this pussy so bad. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were needy, honey.”

“I thought—“ you gasped suddenly at the feeing of a single digit sliding inside you. “you we-were tired.”

“Awww, honey, you know it doesn’t matter how tired I am,” he cooed, pulling his finger out to rub fast circles on your clit. “I love pleasing you when you’re like this. Now take these panties off, babe, you got them all wet.”

You followed his orders, the scent of your wetness filling the car even more. Changbin twitched, unable to resist his urges. “Hand them over.”

You looked at him dumbly, obeying his order despite your bewilderment. Still facing forward, Changbin balled your discarded underwear in his fist and brought it under his nose, instantly inhaling your scent. Your eyes went wide, suddenly embarrassed as you watched him. Your screech fell on deaf ears and Changbin took his actions one step further, momentarily sucking on the wet patch before tossing the soiled panties into the back seat.

“Binne!” You hid your face at his theatrics as he chuckled to himself, hand resuming its position on your pussy. “Why would you do that!”

“It was hot though wasn’t it?” You huffed in reply, focusing on his fingers once more. “It’s okay you don’t have to admit it, honey, your pussy did all the talking.”

It wasn’t long before Changbin had kept up a steady rhythm of plunging his middle and index fingers in and out of you while occasionally making quick movements against your clit. You clung on to his arm, eyes watching his fingers blissfully, mouth hanging open.

You were unfazed by the cars speeding past you, probably getting an eyeful of your pussy if they were elevated enough. All you cared about was capturing just how well your boyfriend treated you.

“Baby,” you mumbled in between your cries. “Can I—shit—can I take—a video?” Changbin only replied with a nod.

“Fuck, Binnie,” you moaned as you held your phone in front of your gushing pussy, eyes locked on the screen. “Mmm your fingers feel so good, fuck.”

“Mhmm, you like that, baby?”

You nodded rapidly, your phone shaking with the movement. You watched through your phone as Changbin abused your pussy, your juices soaking the leather seat below you. Your pussy glistened as the setting sun shone through the windshield, every inch of your most coveted area on display. Every moment was captured by your phone camera, every moan and gush of your wet pussy documented for the two of you to watch together later.

“This pussy is so fucking tight,” Changbin mumbled, face slowly losing its composure. “I’m gonna fuck you, honey.”

“Please, please just park somewhere please,” you begged. “I need your cock, Bin, fuck.”

“Just a little longer,” he replied, fingers withdrawing from your entrance to soothingly running up and down your slit, spreading your lips every so often to further expose you to the camera. You recorded his actions for a couple seconds longer before tugging on his wrist, guiding his fingers into your waiting mouth. You other hand followed, recording yourself smiling and sucking on his fingers before stopping the recording entirely, suddenly aware of your surroundings.

“God, you’re fucking divine,” Changbin sighed, withdrawing his hand from your mouth to turn into the grocery store parking lot. “The second the car stops you better have your legs spread in the backseat.”

Just as asked, the second Changbin shifted the gear into park, you unbuckled your seatbelt and eagerly threw yourself in the middle seat with each of your feet planted on the seats on either side of you, pussy perfectly on display for him.

Though it wasn’t the most comfortable position, Changbin got on his knees, immediately collecting your juices on his tongue.

“Always so sweet,” he mumbled, using his strong arms to tug your thighs around his head. “My pussy, all mine.”

“Binne, please,” you whined, your hand tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. But still it wasn’t enough. “Need cock, please.”

Changbin got on his knees between your legs, admiring your figure below him. You looked up at him with big doe eyes, your legs deliciously spread apart by his big hands, still dressed in your little yellow sundress. You looked so pure yet so sinful it drove Changbin crazy.

Your eyes migrated to the tent in his sweatpants, your mouth suddenly watering at the sight. You looked back at his face, maintaining eye contact as you placed both of your hands under the waist band of his sweatpants. There was no material between the thin sweatpants and his soft skin, making you moan as you slowly pulled the material down. Once Changbin’s length sprang against his toned stomach, you got to work jerking it in both hands. The way your arms were positioned allowed your tits to smush together, making the view even more enjoyable for your boyfriend.

“Fuck,” Changbin swore for the nth time. “I need this on video, baby, you look too damn sexy like this.”

You nodded, continuing your actions. “Go ahead, honey.”

Changbin scrambled for his phone before placing himself in between your legs once more. His grunts filled the small space as you jerked him off, the view of your tits and wide eyes clear on his screen. He gripped your breast through the thin dress you were wearing with his unoccupied hand, causing a soft whine to come out of your mouth. Your eye brows knotted together as he pinched your nipple, his instincts getting the best of him causing him to rock his hips into your hands.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Changbin pulled away from your hand to focus the camera on your pussy, still wet from his earlier actions. “Look at this pussy, so fucking perfect.”

Changbin filmed himself spreading your pussy lips then using the juices on his fingertips to pump his aching cock. “Do you think you’re ready for my cock, honey?”

“I’ve been ready!” You whined, eliciting a chuckle from your boyfriend.

Camera still aimed at your pussy, Changbin pushed his length inside you, high pitched moans releasing from your throat. Slowly, Changbin rocked himself through your slick folds, swearing when he was fully inside you.

“Look at that,” Changbin said to the camera. “This pussy is just so eager.”

“All for you, Binnie,” you squeaked, your arms reaching out to grip his shoulders. “Fuck me, please.”

You needed him, the memories of him casually leaning against the refrigerator and him finger fucking you with one hand on the wheel flooding your thoughts.

“Anything for you, honey.”

With that Changbin pumped his cock inside you, moving his camera back to get your whole body in the frame. One of your legs was propped up on the seat while he held your other leg up with a hand, allowing him to pump his cock deeper inside you. He made sure to capture the way your tits bounced in your tight dress, nipples clearly peeking through. The car windows began to fog up, thin layers of sweat coating each of your bodies. The only sounds were your heavy breathing and filthy moans.

As Changbin began to feel your thighs tense and your pussy clench around him, he splayed his hand on your stomach, using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. “Are you gonna cum, baby?”

You nodded blissfully in ecstasy, the thrill of being recorded in a public space coursing through your veins. Your moans increased, hands gripping onto Changbin’s firm ass as you watched his length slide in and out of your hole with ease. You looked straight into the camera as you came, mixtures of swears and Changbin’s name falling from your mouth.

Changbin’s relentless thrust didn’t stop, seeking his own orgasm. You watched him as he hungrily drilled into you, the sound of his panting only getting heavier. You knew he was close when he pinned your leg against your torso, using it as leverage to pound you relentlessly.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, pulling out of you completely causing you to wince at the sudden emptiness. You laid your arm over your eyes, exhausted from the stimulation. Changbin began to jerk himself off in front of your pussy, phone still clutched in hand. “So fucking gorgeous.”

After several pumps, you felt the warm spurts of his cum coat your sore nether lips. If you thought Changbin was going to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and clean you up promptly, you were wrong. Changbin’s fingers made a reappearance, rubbing his cum around your pussy and fucking your slowly with it. In the final cut of his video, he took his fingers out of your pussy, coated in both of your essence, and shoved them into your mouth once more.

“Such a slut for my fingers,” Changbin said lowly before cutting the video and kissing you roughly.

“That was so hot,” he sighed, plopping into the seat next to you, cock soft and abused.

You nodded in agreement, cuddling up to his chest. “Thank you, Binnie.”

“Next time if I’m too hot that you can’t control yourself just tell me, I’ll tone it down.” He replied in a fake serious voice.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, indulging him. “Spoken like a true Leo man.”

“We still have to get the groceries though.”

“Ugh.”

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coupsie-daisies · 2 years

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Like You Mean It | Seo Changbin

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader

Genre: pwp (MINORS DNI), Best Friends To Lovers, (kinda) Personal Trainer AU

Summary: You should have known better than to let your best friend become your personal trainer. But after a late night workout, everything changes. Maybe working out with Changbin isn’t so bad.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Smut (Seriously, Minors DO NOT interact), unprotected sex, unedited smut

A/N: So this is just a quick lil something for Binnie’s birthday. And if you see any mistakes in the fic or the header,,,,no you don’t cuz I’m sleepy

Tags (always open): @felixtok // @dragonofthenorth0726 // @sunnytaes // @burningupp // @bunnypig18 // @chrswolfie // @ferrethyun // @ashia4

This fanfiction and the header attached are property of @/hobi-is-golden, reposting on any platform without explicit permission is prohibited

You’d been friends with Changbin for some time now, since back when you were both in your final year of highschool. You’d bonded over a mutual love for music, and had been inseparable ever since. You were a package deal, everyone knew that.

You were beginning to regret that now that he’d begun dragging you to the gym with him. It wasn’t like you were angry with him, it had been your own fault. Over the past handful of years you’d watched Changbin bulk up and put on muscle in all the right places, and you’d mentioned offhandedly that you were envious of his strength. For any average pair of friends that probably would have been the end of the conversation, maybe even a run down on his workout routine. But you and Changbin hardly classified as average, and Changbin had become a personal trainer.

Unfortunately for you, being best friends with a personal trainer meant that you were best friends with your personal trainer.

“I hate you so much,” You groaned out, the muscles in your arms burning as you neared the end of your workout. You had just finished a set on the bench press.

“You adore me.” He argued, grinning at you from where he’d been spotting you. “You wouldn’t show up if you didn’t love me.”

You looked over his arms, thick with well defined muscle, then to his hands, big and strong as they wrapped around the bellbar he’d helped you lift back into place. He always impressed you with his dedication and the energy he put into his body. You shook your head, moving to sit up. Before you could manage to pull yourself upright, Changbin was moving. He planted a hand against your chest, pressing you back down. Your back hit the bench and you huffed out a breath on impact.

“You still have two more sets. I know I’m distracting, but that doesn’t give you a pass, little girl.” He teased, but his firm demand was still clear beneath his playful tone. You squirmed a little, thighs pressing together before you were falling back into form. He was distracting, you’d admit that much even if only to yourself. He liked wearing his muscle tees when he helped you work out, the ones that clung to his arms and his chest in the most devastating way. If he was working out with you, he’d usually shed his shirt less than halfway into your gym trip, and then it was damn near impossible to keep your eyes off of him. Not to mention the way he was so gentle with you when he’d adjust your form, each little touch making you wish he’d manhandle you up against the wall.

“Bin, I can’t.” You whined, pouting up at him. He shook his head.

“I know you can. Come on, give me two more.”

You sighed in defeat as he took your wrists in his hands. The firm grip he had on you made your breath catch in your throat as he brought your hands up, waiting for you to grab onto the bar. The entire time your eyes lingered on the determined look on his face. It was only when he smirked and winked at you that you realized you’d been caught in your staring.

The first set was surprisingly easy to push through, more of a welcome distraction than an obstacle. But by your break between sets, you were ready to give up and accept defeat. You watched Changbin guide the barbell back into the hooks, and let your arm fall once it was secured. You groaned, shaking them out in hopes of regaining the feeling in your muscles.

“See, one down, one to go. You’re doing so good.” He praised, and his pride in your hard work was clear just from his body language. His words traveled straight to your core as his praise often did. You only had one more set and then you could shower and decide if you needed to skip your regular smoothie stop afterwards for the sake of relieving your desperation.

“Can you give me one more, babygirl?” Your lips parted in a silent gasp at his question, and the way he looked at you with dark eyes. You were used to pet names and affection from him, but this one was entirely out of the ordinary. He stared you down with the same level confidence you’d come to admire. You shifted under the scrutiny, and you knew he could tell how restless you were getting. You nodded. “That’s not an answer, I want to hear you.”

“Yes,” You answered immediately, and his chest puffed out with pride at your obedience.

“Atta girl. Last set, let’s go.”

You adjusted your grip, determined to finish out the last set if only to hear his praise again. He counted you through it like he knew you preferred for him to, standing back just far enough that you could only see him out of your peripherals. You had never been so grateful to be finished as you were now, with Changbin guiding the bar onto its hooks for the last time that night. You wiped your clammy palms on your shorts, and sat up. You shook your arms out again as Changbin kneeled in front of you, unscrewing the cap from your water bottle.

“Good job, I knew you could do it.” He told you again. He brought the bottle up, guiding it to your lips with one hand, the other moving to tip your chin up. “Drink. Good girl, there you go.”

You couldn’t question his actions, not when your chin was being cradled by his careful touch, your mind turning to static as the cool water trickled down your throat. He pulled the bottle away, using his thumb to wipe off a couple of the droplets that had collected at the corner of your lips. You blinked a couple of times, lust blown eyes focusing on his face.

“What was that for?” You asked him breathlessly. This time it had nothing to do with the workout he’d put you through. Changbin didn’t answer, just put the cap back on the bottle and put it down.

“Do you want to fuck me?” He asked you bluntly. Your jaw dropped. If you hadn’t been completely restless before, you would have been now. There was a creeping, desperate sort of arousal picking at the edges of your mind and dripping into the depths of your body. The question wasn’t cocky or overly-teasing, if anything he sounded sincerely curious.

“What are you on about?” You laughed a little. Did you want to fuck him? Of course you did, anyone in their right mind would want him. But to ask you out of the blue like this? How could you answer that?

“I’m serious, do you want to fuck me?” He leaned his arms on his knees. “Because I want to fuck you, and you’re sort of loooking at me like there’s something you want from me.”

You nearly choked at his confession.

“I want to fuck you,” You agreed, thankful that this gym was owned by a friend and that you two were allowed to come after hours, because the words came out loud and desperate. Changbin nodded slowly, like he was taking his time to appreciate every word, every syllable.

“Good.”

He leaned down, his lips crashing against yours, hungry and slotted together like they’d been made to meet. You were more than eager to give in to the rolling power in the kiss that was all but bowling you over. You’d never kissed Changbin before, but you hoped you wouldn’t have to stop after this. He was addictive in an all-consuming, earth-shattering way that you never wanted to give up. The kiss left you breathless and brain numbed, your hands fisting into his shirt to pull him closer to you.

One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, the other coasting along your side. His hand dipped lower, ghosting across your hip bone to slide under your shorts. Your legs clamped together, stopping him from being able to touch you properly.

“Bin, wait, I’m all gross and sweaty.” You curled your nose at the thought. He gave you a puzzled look in response, slowly retracting his hand. You couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he looked all confused and vaguely annoyed, like a puppy who had his favorite toy taken away.

“Are you telling me to stop?” He asked. You paused. “Because if you want me to stop, you need to say so. Otherwise I’m fucking you, here or in the shower. Your choice, what’s it gonna be?”

You weighed your options, but you knew yourself too well to think there was really going to be a question. Your legs spread open again.

“I want you now.”

Changbin was clearly pleased with your answer, tugging your pants down your legs and leaving you open, only covered by the flimsy underwear you’d picked out. His thumb brushed over the ruined material, light as a feather as he brushed your clit. You gasped softly, turning to hide your face in your shoulder. He tested the waters again, repeating the same motion a few more times all while your hips rocked up and you whined for him.

“Binnie, please.” You begged, already growing impatient with his teasing.

“Keep begging for me like that and maybe I’ll think about it.” He teased, dipping his head down to kiss your knee. His mouth worked slowly up your inner thigh, sucking and nibbling his way along the sensitive skin in search of your most vulnerable spots. He pressed a barely there kiss to the wet patch on your panties, then his mouth was traveling back down the opposite thigh, pushing your legs open wider around his broad shoulders. The feeling of his tongue against your overheated skin was like molten lava, burning through you and turning your patience to ash.

“Changbin, please. I need your mouth, I need it. Please no more teasing.” You whined louder, threading your fingers into his hair and tugging to try and get him where you wanted him. He groaned into your skin, dark eyes turning up to you.

“Since you asked so politely.” He sat back on his heels, pulling your panties off and tossing them with your shorts without a care. You yelped at the coolness of the bench beneath you, but you quickly found yourself focused instead on the feeling of Changbin’s tongue licking slowly over your clit. Your hips followed the feeling, bucking up towards his face. He slid his arms around your thighs, easily pinning your hips in place even from where he was kneeling between your legs.

You whined as his tongue worked you over, swirling around your clit and dipping between your folds, eagerly collecting every drop of your wetness. The way he looked up at you through his dark lashes only pushed you closer to the edge, heat bubbling in your stomach.

“Fuck, please. I’m close,” You warned him, trying to wiggle your hips closer to no avail. Instead you pulled his head closer, not that he fought the opportunity to bury himself deeper in you. He was more than happy feasting on you like you were the last thing he’d ever taste and like your cries of his name were the most beautiful sound in the world.

He could tell you were close by the way your legs were trembling in his grip, straining to close around his head, and he just took it as a silent plea for more. He sucked your clit harshly, digging his fingertips into your thighs and listening to the way you gasped and moaned. He didn’t let go, holding you to his face as you came, your head tilting back and the prettiest sounds he’d ever heard spilling from your lips.

Once he’d worked you through your orgasm, he let go of your legs, and pulled his mouth off of you with one final suck to your clit. He chuckled at the way you mewled, your legs pressing shut.

He took in the blissed out look on your face as you caught your breath, palming himself through his own shorts. He was desperate to be inside of you, but he didn’t want to push you too far. He let you breathe, his hand running the length of your thigh to bring you back. It only took a moment for your eyes to open and land on him. He smiled.

“Still needy?” He teased. “Want me to fuck you? Get you ready for my cock?”

He reached out, sliding his finger through the mess he’d made between your thighs and slowly dipping his fingertip into your hole. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy, just enough to have you pouting and wiggling to try and pull him deeper. He watched the way your body absolutely shuttered at the stimulation.

“Changbin, please,” You half huffed. How had you gotten yourself attached to someone so irritating? You pouted at him, spreading yourself open in invitation. That seemed to catch his merciful side as he slid his finger all the way into your pussy.

You tilted your head back, making a quiet noise of appreciation at the way his finger spread you open. His hands were big, you’d always known that, but they felt so different than yours when he touched you like this. Just one finger felt like two of your own, thick and pressing just where you liked it. He pumped it inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace before finally adding a second and listening to you mewl for him.

“Look how good you take my fingers. Gonna fill you up with my cock in no time.” He purred, leaning down to suck a mark against the inside of your thigh as his fingers scissored you open. You were already gushing around his fingers, your mind filled with the thought of him splitting you open on his dick and fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

“I want your cock, Bin. I can take it, just please.” You whined, rolling your hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers into you. He had planned on taking his time, getting you nice and ready to take him, but you were having none of it. “I can take it. I need you to fill me up.”

You batted your eyelashes, still rocking your hips into his touch as you tried to win this standoff. Finally he gave in, his dick aching for attention. He tugged his shirt off, then pushed his pants off, stripping himself completely.

“So desperate to take me, huh babygirl?” He cooed, stroking his cock. Your eyes went wide at his size. He wasn’t exceedingly long, but he was thick and heavy just like the rest of him. Your mouth was watering at the sight alone, and you could feel your pulse in your pussy. You nodded at his remark. “Yeah, just need to be filled up.”

You would have agreed even more at that, but you couldn’t even begin to think as he ran the tip of his length between your folds, bumping it against your clit and watching the way your hips jerked each time.

“Tell me if you want to stop, you know I’ll stop.” He said, reaching up with his free hand to brush his fingers along your cheek. With that little moment, you felt stone cold sober again, remembering what you were doing, who you were doing it with. Your heart picked up again, desperation mingling with a newfound anxiety at the situation. But you didn’t want to stop, you didn’t want to miss out on this.

He moved slowly, the tip of his cock bullying its way into your hole, stretching you open in a way you simply had never felt before. You hissed, reaching down to rub your clit, dragging your fingers along the little bundle of nerves as you adjusted to the stretch. Changbin started to pull back out of you, but you shook your head.

“Keep going, I can do it. I wanna take it all.” You told him. Your eyes met, and he groaned. When had he gotten this lucky?

He pushed in further, slowly rolling his hips into yours until he was buried all the way to the hilt in your soaking heat. Your walls fluttered around him as you got used to it, desperate for more and dizzy with the way he filled you up. He was pressing up against places you didn’t even know existed inside of you, sending sparks through your tummy with every miniscule shift.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hand stroking your side. You nodded almost frantically. You were good, you were actually fantastic, and you were about three strokes from creaming on his cock. Which should have been embarrassing, but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed when that was actually the only thing you wanted.

“I’m good, Binnie. Just fuck me, please. Like you mean it.”

His eyes flashed with something almost feral, and his hips drew back so quickly that you were half worried you’d said something wrong. Then he was pushing back into you, deep and hard, his hands gripping at your waist hard enough to bruise, which was more than you could ask for. You choked out a surprised moan, your legs wrapping around the curve of his hips. The pace was slow, but each thrust was brutal, his hips slapping against yours and his cock pressing into you and stretching you open.

“So good, fuck, need more. Faster,” You begged, digging your nails into the muscle of his back, surely leaving red marks in your wake. A little bit of a claim to the man currently fucking you into oblivion. He obliged, picking up his pace until you were practically sobbing. His thrusts were impossibly steady as he dragged you to meet him halfway.

Your orgasm was creeping up, your sanity blurring along the edges at the way he was absolutely wrecking your pussy, his hands holding you tight, both to pull you into him and to keep from fucking you off the surface with the sheer momentum he was putting into each thrust. You weren’t complaining in the least, chanting his name and a string of curses that could probably be heard from the next building over.

“Gonna cum. Please don’t stop, feels so good,” Your words were beginning to slur together, melting into incoherent whimpers as you felt your second orgasm take over. It was hotter than the last, searing through you and making your back arch and pressing your chest up against his.

“That’s it, cum on my cock,” he practically purred, kissing you breathlessly as he chased his own orgasm. His own pants and grunts were becoming louder, more desperate until he was groaning and hissing. You would have tried harder to take them in, but you were too far gone, trembling from the overstimulation of Changbin rutting into you for his own satisfaction. “Almost there, baby. Just a little more,”

He kissed along your jaw, his hips stuttering out a few more hard thrusts until he was spilling into you, filling you up impossibly more. You hummed, fighting to keep your eyes open. The room felt like it was spinning after the intensity of your orgasm. It took you a good few moments to realize that Changbin was stroking his hands over your arms, along your shoulders, carefully grounding you back to him.

You laughed a little bit breathlessly.

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows, pulling out of you slowly and watching the way your hips twitched under him.

“I’ve imagined fucking you a lot, but that was better than anything I could imagine.” You told him, too exhausted and fucked out to be embarrassed about having fantasized about your friend. “I think you doubled my workout. Does that mean I get off next week?”

“In your dreams, loser. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulled on his underwear, then paused to smirk at you. “Do you think you can walk or am I gonna have to carry you?”

You glared at him, grateful that your natural banter wasn’t thrown off.

“I can walk, asshole.” You argued, though you actually weren’t entirely sure if that was true or not, and you didn’t care to test it when you could just let a big strong man carry you to the showers. “Up.”

You reached your arms up for him, and he scooped you up with nothing more than a laugh and a kiss to the head.

You weren’t sure how this was going to change your friendship, but if this was going to be the new workout plan Changbin had for you, you were convinced you wouldn’t mind training with him anymore.

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soseojade · 1 year

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A LITERAL MURDERER - A Changbin Mafia Series - Part 2

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

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

Word count: 3.5k

Genre: strangers to lovers, mafia

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

Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“Not a chance.”

“It was worth a shot?”

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

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

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

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

“Uhh, no, it’s fine.”

“Okay, the walk is quick anyway.”

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

“Umm, Changbin?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” I asked, stopping behind him.

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, where do you keep your knives?”

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

“Exactly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“You really trust me to take them out?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, you go in. Ladies not first.”

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

“Mhm.”

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

“What was that for?”

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

“I guess that’s fair.”

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

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

“What? You’re crazy!”

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

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

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

“I don’t know, it’s kinda… boring?”

I rolled my eyes.

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

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

“Getting you to follow me to a table.”

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

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

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

I sighed, and sat down. “Thank you.”

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

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

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

“Well duh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re impossible.”

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

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

“Do you really want me to stop though?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, uhh… yeah, I’m okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t have a dog.”

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

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

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

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A/N: as always, I appreciate and highly encourage feedback! My requests are always opened and I love love love any interaction you’re willing to give me

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yxngbxkkie · 7 months

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simp for me (s.c)

seeing 3racha has given me writing inspiration, and i thank them 😌 i'm super glad i finally got a good idea for changbin! i've been trying to write for him more 💓 anyway, i hope you all like this!

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

"What time is your soundcheck in the morning?" You ask Changbin, your boyfriend of three years.

He glances at you through the mirror in the hotel room. "It's at ten," Changbin mentions while turning to face you.

The two of you smile at each other, your heart swelling in your chest. "You're so handsome, Changbinnie," you boast, sitting up from the king-sized bed.

"And you're so pretty, baby," he smiles shyly, walking over to where you're sitting. You spread your legs so he can stand between them.

"Just pretty?" You joke with him, laying your hands against his outer thighs. Changbin rolls his eyes at you beforehand, setting his hands on your cheeks.

"Beyond pretty, baby. Ethereal," he mentions and kisses your lips quickly. Your cheeks flush at his compliment, smiling up at him. "Thank you for coming with me."

"Of course, honey," you giggle, leaning forward to rest your head against his stomach. "I knew you were gonna ask anyway."

Changbin combs his fingers through your hair, a giggle escaping his lips. "Oh, yeah? And, how'd you know?" He asks you, and you shift your head so you can look at him.

"Because you're a simp for me," you giggle, moving your hands to grab a hold of his.

"I hate you so much," he laughs, shaking his head. A sigh leaves his lips shortly after before making eye contact with you again. "But, you're so right."

"I love you too," you laugh as you intertwine your fingers with his.

Changbin squeezes your hand in his, leaning forward to kiss the crown of your head. "Do you wanna go get dinner?" He asks you, glancing towards the clock. "It's almost seven, and neither of us has eaten yet."

"Yeah, I'm down for dinner," you nod your head. Your boyfriend steps away from you, dropping your hands to grab his shoes. "Do you want me to invite Ji and Channie?"

He sits down beside you on the bed before putting his shoes on. "Can it just be us? I'm feeling a little selfish today," Changbin mentions with pink cheeks, his eyes darting between you and his shoes.

Your heart skips a beat in your chest, and you nod without hesitation. "I'm so in love with you, Changbin," you sigh, shaking your head at how cute he is. "Of course, it can just be us. Just a normal couple in a big city."

He smiles at you, taking your hand in his. He brings it to his lips and gently places a few kisses on the back of your hand. "So, that means I can hold your hand?" Changing asks with a large grin, feeling him squeeze your conjoined hands.

"Yes, baby," you giggle, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "But, can I have my hand so I can get my shoes??"

"No," he teases, tugging your hand towards him, bringing you closer to him again.

You let your body collide with his, causing the two of you to fall back on the bed. Giggles escape both of your lips as you place your free hand on his buff chest.

"How are we going to get dinner like this, hm?" You ask him with a smile, drumming your fingertips against his clothed chest.

"Can I have a kiss?" Changbin asks you with a pout.

You scoff in disbelief and lean forward to capture his lips. The kiss doesn't last very long. You pull away before he has the chance to deepen it. A small whine comes from him after you break apart.

"Don't you want to eat, bunny?" The nickname slips from your lips, and Changbin's eyes soften.

"Bunny?" He questions, squeezing your hand.

You avert your gaze, feeling embarrassed a little. "You're just so cute… like a bunny," you whisper to him, moving away from his body.

Changbin releases your hand before wrapping an arm around your waist. He keeps you close to him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "I like it when you call me bunny," he mumbles against your skin.

"Yeah?"

He hums, planting a couple of kisses on your neck. You comb your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself getting warmer. "I like how flustered it makes you too," he giggles, pulling his head back.

You playfully roll your eyes, grinning. "Of course you do," you giggle, cupping his cheek.

"Go get your shoes. I'm gonna treat you tonight," Changbin mentions while patting your hip.

"Such a romantic," you beam and move your hand to cup his chin, pressing a quick kiss on his lips before getting off of the bed.

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hyunsvngs · 9 months

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𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

fratboy!stray kids x reader

synopsis: a night where you reveal your most intense desires to your best friend lands you in the hot seat. you quickly find yourself in the heart of frat party central - will you embrace the connections you make in your hot bitch summer?

status: completed

total wc: 45.6k

[please view specific chapters for warnings! this work is 18+ MDNI]

makes me dizzy [lee minho x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

⇢ the best surprises come from the most unexpected sources - like having your crush corner you in a frat party after hearing you confess your deepest desires of him in the background of a video.

2. wanna be your favourite boy [han jisung x gn!afab reader, side lee minho x reader, 18+ smut]

⇢ after spending a night with the man of your dreams, your best friend won’t look you in the eyes or reply to your texts. what did you do wrong? nothing - he just wants you.

3. need some air [seo changbin x gn!afab reader, side lee minho x reader, 18+ smut]

⇢ your situationship - the man of your dreams - gives you full, explicit permission to fuck his frat brothers in your effort of a hot bitch summer. who’s next, after you ruined your best friend in bed?

4. drunk on rose water [hwang hyunjin x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

⇢ it was well established now that you were fucking your way around the frat. you hadn't intended to make hyunjin your next victim, but when you end up alone together, it seems like the perfect opportunity.

5. 5-star [lee felix x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

⇢ your best friend is pissed he hasn’t had his turn yet. the only problem is, his turn begins to take place in a room with three other people present.

6. go ahead and cry [kim seungmin x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

⇢ following the events of your almost-orgy, you can’t stop thinking about a certain someone and the way he behaved in bed.

7. drive [bang chan x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

⇢ the party was boring. thankfully, the frat president who you hadn’t spoken to for a while offers you to go on a drive.

8. to be yours [yang jeongin x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

⇢ you and your favourite boy have planned to take apart the youngest member of the frat - but the question is, what has developed along the way? your hot bitch summer has a high chance of being fully successful, albeit with some new feelings.

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straykeedz · 3 months

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𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ; 𝐛𝐜, 𝐬𝐜𝐛

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 18+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢.

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ;

𝐜𝐰: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 ; 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 ; 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 ( 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 ) ; 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) ; 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ( 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭! ) ; 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞(𝐬) ;

𝐰𝐜: 8,7𝐤

-`♡´-

You don’t know what’s wrong with you.

You’ve been staring at your friends from head to toe since the three of you stepped inside the club. To be fair, you think it all started back at the dorm - damn Bang Chan and his slutty outfit. Who does he think he is? Wearing a silky black shirt, the sleeves rolled up his forearms and the first three buttons undone. Three. Slutty. Not to mention Changbin, who’d decided to wear the tightest shirt in the world, apparently. White, not black like Chan’s, and definitely not as expensive, but slutty nonetheless - hugging his muscles perfectly.

You’re just a girl with pms and they’re hot. You’re not to blame, your hormones are.

After the first tequila shot, you were fine.

With the second shot, Chan’s lips started to look unusually tempting. What would it feel like to kiss him? To run your tongue all over his lips as you make out shamelessly, maybe you’d tug at his hair, too?

After the third shot, you wanted to bite Changbin’s biceps. Is this normal?

Maybe, just maybe, Felix was right and you've had too much to drink, because now you’re at your fifth or sixth shot and you're starting to have these… weird thoughts about them. Thoughts that start with what would it feel like, to be touched by both of them at the same time? Filthy, dirty thoughts, thoughts you've never had about them. Okay, maybe you’re lying, because you definitely thought of them that way - but you never thought of acting on those thoughts. But everything's different now that Chan's chest is pressed against your back and you can feel his crotch right on your ass. Everything's different now that Changbin has one hand on your hip and the other cupping your cheek as he keeps staring at your chest, licking his lips afterwards.

You're sure they'd make you feel so good, if they ever were to fuck you.

You don't know if it's the alcohol or not, but you're starting to feel needy - in that way. That's why you push your hips back to meet Chan's crotch properly, gasping when you find him already hard. You’re not really surprised though, and you find it kind of flattering that a man so fine like Bang Chan is turned on by you. He’s, like, perfection on legs,and you do feel proud of yourself right now.

Little do you know - Changbin, too, is hard.

Chan grunts, a natural and instinctive response to the feeling of your ass rubbing on his crotch, and grabs your waist, grinding back on you. Changbin, at the same time, is not being subtle at all about how turned on he is, shamelessly licking and biting his lips as he stares at your boobs. When his hips crash on yours, you find out he’s rock hard too. You think Changbin’s not gonna hear the guttural sound that escapes your throat at the feeling of both their cocks grinding on you, but he does, despite the loud music. He does and he’s quick to attach his mouth to your neck when you kick your head back, resting it on Chan’s shoulder. A bold move, yes, but it has the three of you grunting and yearning for more.

You want them to do unspeakable things to you.

“I wanna fuck,” you blurt out, looking at Changbin, then at Chan, “want the three of us to fuck.”

They almost choke on air, then exchange looks - eyes wide, and almost no blood left in their brains. Despite their painfully hard cocks sitting uncomfortably inside their underwear, however, they both shake their heads at the same time as a no. You pout - an instant reflex of your subconscious, you suppose. You really want them so bad.

“Nope, not gonna happen, babygirl,” Chan speaks, “you’re wasted.” Your gaze shifts to Changbin, but him, too, his nodding his head, agreeing with his friend.

“But-“ you try to argue, but it’s pointless, they’re both firm on their decision.

“If you’re really sure you want this,” Changbin cups your cheek and forces you to turn your head and look at him, “you’ll ask us when you’re sober.”

It sounds like a promise - a promise that maybe they’ll say yes.

They decide to call it a night after you try to roll your hips and grind on Chan’s crotch once more. He blocks your movements by putting his hands on your waist.

“I think it’s time to go home now,” Changbin announces and Chan nods, adding nothing else, despite your protests and you nearly throwing a tantrum.

-`♡´-

You’re sure they’re not at the dorm. Hyunjin and Jisung, you mean, because the place is oddly quiet and, well, they’re not.

“Time to have a shower and go to bed, tiger,” Changbin chuckles, unlacing his black shoes, the one he wears only when he has somewhere important to go. Those shoes cost a fortune, he told you once.

Changbin has been sleeping on the couch lately. It all started a week ago, after the incident with the pipes at your place - you’ve been staying at their dorm ever since. Not that you’re complaining, really, it’s fun, they’re cool. Changbin offered you his room like a true gentlemen, but you felt guilty that he had to sleep on the couch in his own home, although he told you he was completely fine with it. Changbin is always so selfless, he’s a true sweetheart.

“And remember: tequila is not your friend,” he chuckles, clearly thinking that what you’d told them back at the club was under the influence of the alcohol. It was, but it was also not, you don’t know how to put it.

“I-“ you’re about to say that you truly meant what you said, but it wouldn’t really change anything. Plus, not the atmosphere is kind of lost, it’d be pointless. “Fine, shower and then off to bed, got it.”

They let you shower first. Then Chan, and ultimately, Changbin. You do have to admit that after freshening up, you do feel a lot better - you feel like a completely new person. For starters, it’s as if your headache had magically disappeared, and then, the feeling of your whole body being clean and smelling real nice it’s your favorite in the world. You don’t even think you’re drunk anymore. But the thoughts are still there. Filthy thoughts involving both Changbin and Chan. It doesn’t help that the latter exits the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and your gaze inevitably falls on his v-line.

You shouldn’t be looking, but you are.

“I, uh… forgot the clothes in my room, heh,” he chuckles, visibly embarrassed that you saw him like this, the tips of his ears are red and so is his face, “be right back.”

“Oh, alright,” you try to play it cool when deep inside - you want nothing more than to wrap your fingers around the knot and then oops, let the towel fall on the floor and reveal his manhood. Then you’d kneel on the floor and take him in your mouth, and he’d grab a fistful of your hair and pull you even closer until you’re gagging on his cock. And then Changbin would finally, finally finish showering and he’d exit the bathroom and he’d join you and Chan and and and…

None of this happens, because Chan practically runs to his room to put some clothes on, unfortunately. You take it as an opportunity to stare at his ass and naked back. You feel like a perv.

Changbin returns to the living room fully clothed, hair wavy and still a bit damp even though he did his best to dry it using a towel. He smiles at you when he sees you sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, already in your nightwear. He plops on the couch next to you, and before he could open his mouth and say something, Chan is already back, wearing clothes this time.

“How are you feeling?” He asks you.

“Good, great. You were right, that shower did miracles. I’m feeling much better now,” you smile at him.

“Yeah, helps you falling asleep quicker, too,” Changbin points out. “I mean, at least it helps me falling asleep quicker,” he chuckles.

“You already fall asleep pretty quick, though,” you comment, giggling because unlike Chan, Changbin has no problem in falling asleep.

“Alright, I’ll… I guess I’m gonna go to bed,” Chan says.

“Wait!” You exclaim, and he stops in his tracks, tilting his head as he looks at you, waiting for you to speak. “I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but… can we… can we sleep together?” They’re about to open their mouths and protest, when you clarify, “innocently. Just sleep, I promise. It’s just… Changbin’s bed is so cold… you’ll keep me warm, yeah?”

Ugh, how are they supposed to say no to you when you’re looking at them with those big, doe eyes?

“Alright,” Changbin gives in pretty quickly, "I guess we don't want you to freeze to death in your sleep," he shrugs.

Your gaze shifts to Chan. He sighs. “Fine, okay. Just sleeping,” he repeats, as if to remind you.

You nod, smiling widely at him.

-`♡´-

The three of you take turns brushing your teeth, then meet again under the soft covers of Changbin’s king sized bed. You’re lying in between them in the most chaste way ever, the three of you on your phones - a bad habit, especially before bedtime.

“Alright, time to sleep,” Changbin yawns, locking his phone and placing it on his nightstand with a faint thud. You put your phone away too, and ask Changbin to place it on the nightstand as well. He turns to face you for the first time since he slipped under the covers. “Sleep tight, love,” Changbin cups your face and kisses you on the forehead, something he does pretty often.

“Yeah, you better sleep or else your head’s gonna kill you tomorrow,” Chan points out, locking his phone as well, then asking Changbin to put it next to his and yours. “Sweet dreams, babygirl,” Chan whispers, kissing you on the top of your head.

Changbin turns off the light and they both turn to lie on their side, neither of them facing you. You lie there, on your back, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about the fact they’re so close to you. You fall asleep to the sound of Changbin’s faint snores and the scent of Chan’s cologne filling your nostrils.

-`♡´-

Chan is the first to realize you’re having a wet dream, because he was having one, too, until he woke up.

Once he wakes up, he figures he must’ve tossed and turned in his sleep, because his chest is now pressed against your back, and his arm most definitely wasn’t around your waist when he fell asleep. That’s not even the worst part - you’re grinding on him. Just like you did back at the club, sliding your ass up and down his clothed crotch. You’re whimpering, too. And his cock is hard, sitting heavy inside his boxers and, to his surprise, right in between your asscheeks.

His dick is literally in between your asscheeks right now and you’re grinding on it.

He’s about to pull away as gently as possible, trying not to wake you up, when he hears a low grunt coming from Changbin. Chan freezes in his spot. What the fuck is going on right now?

That’s when he lifts his head from the soft pillows and slowly lifts the covers to peek under them and see what’s happening. His eyes widen, his breath hitches. Changbin is now on his back, still very much asleep, just like you. You’re palming his cock over his shorts. Like, your hand is literally cupping him. Chan feels like he should do something. He should do something, right? What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t? Like, c’mon, you’re having a wet dream and you’re also grinding on him while your hand is cupping Changbin's dick. He should do something, yeah. He starts by pulling away from your body, trying not to wake you up, but he fails, because you whine in protest, still asleep.

Then Changbin wakes up, and realizes no, it wasn’t just a dream - there really is a hand cupping his cock right now. Your hand. That’s also when he pulls away from you, abruptly, nearly falling off the bed and gasping loudly.

And that’s when you wake up. Chan wants to punch Changbin hard in the nose. He had everything under control, or so he thought - then Changbin had to go and ruin everything.

“What… what’s going on?” You mumble, then yawn while rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands when Changbin turns on the light of his night lamp, “Is it morning already?”

“Oh, no, no, it’s still dark outside,” Chan says, “go back to sleep, babygirl.”

But then you move a little, squirming in your place to get yourself comfortable, and your butt inevitably meets Chan’s boner and he wants to die. His breath gets caught in his throat, and he mentally facepalms himself. “Oh,” you mumble, lifting your eyebrows in surprise, “you’re hard.”

Chan ignores Changbin's giggling. “Oh, that,” he chuckles, “yeah, sorry about that. You were… moving a lot in your sleep, heh. It just happens, I’m really sorry.”

He’s kind of lying, but it’s okay - you don’t need to know the truth.

“Yeah, i think you were having a dirty dream, love,” Changbin comments and Chan wants to punch him even more now. Is he dumb or what? “You were also grabbing my dick, heh!” Never mind, he clearly can’t read the room.

Oh, a dream - a wet dream. Yeah, you were definitely having one, it was about them. They were all over you, bodies naked and sweaty, licking every inch of your exposed skin while their fingers were all over your most sensitive spots. Chan was taking you from behind in the dream. Your pussy throbs at the memory and you squeeze your thighs as a reflex.

They both notice.

Chan’s cock twitches, while Changbin’s grows even harder to the point it almost hurts. But they won’t do anything about their raging boners, because they’re your best friends and because they’re decent human beings and won’t take advantage of you, no matter how much they want to fuck you.

Well, this is awkward.

“I should… I should probably go to my room,” Chan speaks, sounding visibly embarrassed, and he’s actually about to slip off the covers and get up when he feels your fingers wrap around his wrist.

“Wait,” you call him, your voice soft, “you don’t have to go.”

“But… I mean…”

“My offer still stands, you know?” You murmur, and both Chan and Changbin stop breathing for a few seconds. “If… if you want to. I wasn’t joking back at the club, I really meant what I said. I want to have sex with you. The two of you.”

At the end of the day, Changbin and Chan are just two boys - two boys in their mid-twenties, who find you, their best friend, incredibly hot.

“We can’t, babygirl, you drank a lot tonight,” Chan sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. Changbin stays quiet, but he nods at Chan’s words.

“But I’m sober now,” you say almost a little too quickly. “I promise I’m good, I’m not drunk. I took a shower and drank lots of water. I even took an aspirin. I’m not drunk,” you repeat, as if to convince them you’re telling the truth, which you are, by the way.

“You sure you’re not drunk?” Changbin mumbles from behind you.

You nod your head vigorously, “Positive.”

“One hundred percent sure?” Chan asks, still not entirely convinced - he wants to be absolutely sure you’re not drunk. He wants to fuck you, obviously, and so does Changbin, but it’s important for him to know you want this as much as they do.

“Chan, I’m not, really,” you repeat for what it feels like the hundredth time, rolling your eyes at him. “Look, if you guys don’t want to do it it’s fine, you-“

“We want to,” Changbin is quick to say, sounding almost too eager for his liking, “we want to do it, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

Chan sighs, fidgeting with the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. “It’s just that… we don’t want you to regret this tomorrow. Or ever, actually.”

“Yeah, we… we wouldn’t forgive ourselves if this fucked up our friendship,” Changbin adds, and they both sound sincere. “You’re too important to us, we don’t want to lose you.”

You turn your head to look at Changbin, cupping his cheek in your hand, caressing the soft skin with your thumb. You do the same thing to Chan, now looking at him. “You won’t ever lose me, guys. Ever. Understood?” You look at each of them, and they nod. A smile spreads on your face. “You’re both hot, and I’m horny. If you're down, I'm down.”

Chan clears his throat as his fingers ghost over your hip, unsure whether it’s okay to touch you yet, but once he sees Changbin’s hand on your thigh, caressing you over your pajamas, he finds the courage to do the same.

“Why don’t we start by you telling us about the dream you were having, then, love?” Changbin speaks, his plump lips ghosting your ear, which has you shivering and arching your back as a natural response. You like that, he notes mentally.

“Mhh, sure, but…” you trail, gasping at Changbin’s bluntness when you feel his hand cupping your sex over the clothes, then you bite your lip.

“But?”

“Only if Channie tells us about his dream,” you swear you can see Chan’s cheeks turning red as his eyes widen, making him look like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I- you… I, I wasn’t having a wet dream,” he stutters, and you can’t believe this is the same Chan that has flirted with countless of girls in front of your eyes. He seems like a completely different person now - all flustered and almost embarrassed, ears and cheeks red.

“You so were,” you tease, whispering the words on his lips while nuzzling his nose. “You were literally grinding your dick on me and gripping my waist. You don’t have to be embarrassed, Channie, it’s hot.”

“Fine,” he gives in, admitting his dirty secret. He gets a little distracted by how Changbin is currently placing open-mouthed kisses on your bare shoulder and neck, fingers moving lazily on your pussy, rubbing you slowly and inconsistently, just to tease you. “I’ll… I’ll tell you about the dream, you menace,” he chuckles, tonguing his cheek in a flirty way, looking way more confident now.

Then, his own hand moves to brush your stomach, still over the clothes, and wanders until his fingers ghost over your boobs. You exhale deeply through your nostrils as you feel your nipples harden at the mere thought of Chan touching you there.

“You won’t believe me, but…” you start, latching your lips on Chan’s skin - kissing his collarbone, then his neck. “We were exactly like this, I was right in between you guys,” you hear Changbin grunt from behind you, practically humping your leg now, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum.

“Yeah? What- what else?” Chan mumbles, cupping one of your breasts with his warm hand, pinching your nipple over your tank top. You squeak when he does, and he can literally feel your nipple harden even more, a clear sign that what he just did turns you on, and he doesn’t hesitate to repeat the action. He can’t wait to do it with his teeth as well - the thought drives him absolutely feral.

“I don’t- I don’t remember much,” you sigh, eyes squeezing shut when Changbin bites on your shoulder. “Just that Binnie was fucking me from behind.”

Chan’s eyes roll in the back of his skull when you lick his neck and let your hand wander all over his chest and then down, down, down, all the way until you reach the waistband of his sweats, toying with the hem. “Yeah? Was- was it good? Was Bin fucking you good?” He asks, feeling already kind of dizzy from the way you’re touching and kissing him.

“Mh-hm,” you nod, “he was. I was pressed against you, Channie,” you whimper.

“You want that, yeah?” Changbin asks, his fingers now playing with the hem of your pajamas, ready to slip under the waistband and touch you properly. He’s just waiting for your permission, and you do not hesitate to give it to him by grabbing his wrist and moving his hand so that he’s able to slip the tips of his fingers inside, finally touching you properly.

“You can touch me, Binnie,” you pull away from Chan to look at Changbin and give him a reassuring smile. “I like it when you touch me.”

Changbin nods, and you feel his cock growing even harder against your leg - you can’t wait to feel it inside of you. Changbin’s eyes widen once his fingers finally reach the sensitive spot between your legs, and he can’t help but let out an animalistic grunt as he rests his forehead against your shoulder.

“You’re not wearing panties?” He asks surprised, fingers brushing your naked mound.

Chan’s head snaps to look at you, and his mouth falls open when he sees you’re smirking while shaking your head as a no. “I’m not. I never wear ‘em when I sleep,” you confess a healthy habit you’ve picked up recently.

Changbin continues to touch you lazily, with no intent of making you cum anytime soon. His touch is purely teasing, the pads of his fingers caressing your labia, then your entrance where he finds out, to his surprise, that you’re already wet. Your arousal dampens his fingers, and he can’t wait to dip them in your heat and feel your walls around his digits as he pleasures you.

Still incredulous, Chan blinks at you a couple of times. “Can I… feel it too?”

“Of course you can, Channie,” laying on your back, giving both full access to your body.

Changbin’s still playing with your pussy, his fingers are now on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud slowly with his middle and ring finger. He smirks when he notices you’re breathing heavily now and squirming in your place because of his touch, it makes him feel proud of himself. And then, as he’s focused on making you feel good, he feels another pair of fingers lightly brushing his - they’re Chan’s. Chan, too, dampens the pads of his fingers by brushing your wet entrance, and before you know it, his middle finger is slipping inside of you.

“You like having your sweet pussy played with, huh?” Changbin smirks, leaving a series of kiss on your shoulder, then your collarbone and finally your neck, where he starts licking and sucking on the soft skin.

“You’re so tight around my finger, oh fuck,” Chan swears, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he keeps sliding his finger in and out of your wet heat, completely soaked in your arousal. “How am I gonna fit inside of you?” He mutters, more to himself, you suppose, but the thought of having his cock inside of you has you clenching around his digit nonetheless.

You feel bad for neglecting their pleasure and, consequently, their cocks, but you have a solution for this. You were given two hands to be able to wrap them around two cocks. “Binnie, Channie,” you call their names, and they both hum, a signal you have their full attention now, but they don’t pull away from your neck, “wanna touch you.”

Chan hisses, palming his hard cock over his sweats with his free hand, while Changbin humps your leg as soon as he hears your words. He wants nothing more right now, and he’s eager as he tries to remove his pajama bottoms and boxers by using only one hand - it takes slightly longer, but he manages to slide them down his legs. Chan does the same, which means they’re now naked beside you, except for their shirts, and they’re still playing with your pussy. You should’ve proposed this way sooner.

“You better not leave marks there,” you tell them, since they don’t seem to have any intention of pulling away from your neck anytime soon, “hickeys are the worst to hide with makeup. I’ll give you something to suck on since you’re both so eager,” you say with a teasing smirk.

Their breaths hitch when you roll your tank top up, freeing your naked breast - nipples already hard both from arousal and the contact with the cold air. The movements of Changbin’s fingers on your clit become even more inconsistent as he latches his lips on your nipple, enveloping the sensitive bud with his hot mouth, swirling his tongue all around it until you start whimpering. He moans loudly when you wrap your fingers around his thick length.

He pulls away, letting your nipple fall from his plump lips only to look down at your hand stroking his cock slowly, your thumb brushing his tip, making him shiver. “Oh fuck, your hand looks so small wrapped around my cock, look,” he whines, throwing his head back in pleasure when you gently squeeze his tip.

You whimper as well at the sight, and to your surprise Chan lifts his head to take a look as well, biting his lip as he watches closely how you stroke his friend’s dick. You assume he’s feeling neglected, so you don’t waste another second in wrapping your other hand around Chan’s cock, and a choked sound leaves his lips as a shiver runs down his spine.

“Fuck, babygirl,” Chan breathes heavily, ghosting your other nipple with his lips, not really touching it, only teasing you, “you want to kill me, you’re gonna kill me.”

Chan’s cock is longer, but Changbin’s thicker and it feels heavier overall - you want to wrap your lips around them both and suck them dry. You’re distracted from your thoughts by a second finger rubbing at your entrance. Chan lets it slip inside of you, before mumbling something along the lines of I need to get you nice and ready to take our cocks baby, pussy ’s so tight. You don’t mind it of course, and let him fuck you with his fingers as Changbin rubs your clit while you stroke both of their cocks.

“Have I already told you you’ve got the sweetest tits?” Changbin mutters, taking your nipple back in his mouth and giving it a long suck.

The desperate moan you let out encourages Chan to play with your other nipple. At first, he teases it by simply brushing his lips over it, grinning from ear to ear when he sees your body shaking as a reaction. Then he decides to take the teasing to the next level by letting his own spit fall on your bud, coating it entirely - and then he blows on it. By the way you just clenched around his fingers, you must like it - so he does it again. You throw your head back in the cushions and breathe heavily - you also get wetter around his fingers, to the point the whole palm of his hand is coated in your arousal.

“Taste her, hyung,” Changbin encourages him, pupils full blown and pussydrunk already, “she’s got the sweetest tits, ‘m not kidding. Taste her,” he repeats, and Chan nods, then he obliges, closing his mouth around your nipple.

His eyes flutter shut as he sucks on your nipple making obnoxious, wet sounds - and then you feel his teeth scraping your sensitive skin slightly, making you shiver. “Channie,” you whine, squeezing his cock and he moans around your nipple.

“Spit, love,” you register Changbin telling you. You open your eyes, and find him holding his fingers at the height of your chin. You’re feeling so many things at once you didn’t even notice he’d stopped playing with your clit. You do as Changbin said and spit on his fingers, and then you feel them back on your clit - your toes curl instinctively as soon as he starts to rub you once again. “I think it’s time we made you cum, hm?”

You nod eagerly, turning your head to look Changbin in the eyes. “Wanna cum around your cocks, though.” They both grunt, and Chan pulls away from your nipple. You shiver at the contact with the cold air once again.

“You don’t want to cum like this?” Changbin asks, and you shake your head as a no. “Okay then, who do you want first?”

“Channie,” you whine, “want him to fuck me from behind,” you whine, and he feels weak already at the mere mental image of what you just described to him. He can’t wait to see how you look when you’re getting fucked, he bets you look divine.

Chan leaves a series of kisses on your chest, collarbone and shoulder, and even though they both stopped playing with your pussy, his fingers are still buried deep inside of you. When he pulls them out, you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. They slide your pajama bottoms down your legs, finally revealing your nakedness to their lust-filled eyes.

“I think it should be a crime to not taste this pretty pussy before filling it,” Changbin comments, positioning himself right between your legs to get a quick taste of your sweet sex while you and Chan take the rest of your clothes off.

Changbin licks his plump lips before he wraps them around your clit. His tongue teases your slit a couple of times, collecting your arousal on his tongue before swallowing it gladly, and then he resumes playing with your most sensitive part, rubbing it with his wet and hot tongue. “So sweet,” he comments, pulling away for a few seconds before burying his face in your sex once again.

You entangle your fingers in his dark hair, tugging at it as he continues lapping at your pussy. You don’t complain when Chan cups your cheek with his hand and pulls you in for a wet kiss, and you moan into his mouth when he moves his hand to pinch your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb.

“You wanna hear about the dream I was having?” Chan pants, kissing your jawline, then the sensitive spot behind your ear. You nod eagerly, not sure you’re able to respond properly right now. “I was fucking you exactly like you said. I was taking you from behind,” Chan grunts. “I was… I was pounding your tight pussy real hard, babygirl, you were moaning my name so loud.”

You feel close already - both from the feeling of Changbin’s mouth on you and from Chan’s filthy words. “I wan’ it,” you pant, inevitably jerking your hips up - not that Changbin complains. “Want you to fuck me, Channie. Like you did in your dream.”

Changbin pulls away from your clit, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. He grins, placing one last, chaste kiss right on your clit before laying back on the mattress. “The sweetest pussy… you really have to taste her, Chan-hyung.”

But Chan can’t honestly wait to fuck you. The three of you position yourselves on your side - Chan behind you, gripping your waist with one hand as he strokes his cock with the other, and you’re facing Changbin, impatient to get filled by Chan’s cock.

“Bin, hand me a condom,” Chan asks his friend, and you raise your eyebrows because fuck, you’d completely forgotten about protection, which is so unlike you. Changbin turns to open a drawer of his nightstand, but you stop him by grabbing his wrist.

“We can do it raw,” you say, and you see them both raising their eyebrows at you, surprised. “I mean- if you’re okay with that. I’m clean, and I trust you guys. I know you’re responsible when it comes to this kind of things.” It’s true - they’re men and they’re horny, but they’re not stupid when it comes to sex and protection.

“I’m clean,” Chan says, kissing your bare shoulder.

“Me too, of course,” Changbin quickly adds, tacking a strand of your hair behind your ear so that he can look into your eyes.

“I’m putting it in, then, is that okay?” Chan murmurs from behind you, the tip of his nose brushing the nape of your neck, which has you arching your back.

You nod, and then you feel it. Chan grips the base of his cock and lets it slide a couple of times up and down your entrance to make sure it’s wet enough so that he doesn’t hurt you when he pushes it inside. His tip brushes your clit a couple of times, and you yelp in surprise, burying your face in Changbin’s chest.

Changbin guesses Chan must’ve positioned himself at your entrance by the way your breath hitches and also by how you’re digging your fingernails in his biceps. “Wait, let me see you,” Changbin says, pulling away from your body only to look at your face properly, “I want to see your face when you get cock inside of you.”

He’s not prepared for the way your eyes roll in the back of your head once Chan pushes the tip of his cock inside your tight walls. Your lips part, and a shaky breath falls from them while Chan keeps filling you up with his thick length, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his veiny cock until he bottoms out inside of you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip as he presses his forehead against your shoulder and takes a deep breath.

“You look so fucking hot when you’re taking cock, you know?” Changbin comments, caressing your cheek, before he taps your thumb on your lips a couple of times. You immediately wrap your lips around it, swirling your tongue around it, and Changbin mutters something under his breath - probably a couple of swear words.

Behind you, Chan pulls almost all the way out before bottoming out inside of you once again, while gripping your hips tight. His chest is pressed flat against your skin as he rolls his hips to meet yours, thrusting his cock inside of you all the way until your asscheeks are practically squished against his pelvis and abdomen.

“You’re so tight, it’s unreal,” Chan grunts, rolling his hips once more.

Changbin can’t wait to feel you wrapped around his cock. He latches his lips on the skin of your neck, pressing his chest against yours as he kisses and bites on your skin, surely leaving marks on your collarbone as you continue to suck on his thumb, wishing it was his cock instead. Then his lips ghost over your jawline, then the corner of your mouth, and ultimately, he pulls his thumb out of your mouth and kisses you. It’s filthy, the way he’s kissing you, licking your mouth, sucking on your tongue, until there’s drool all over your mouth and chin. Chan keeps fucking you from behind, pushing you on Changbin’s chest as the two of you continue making out shamelessly - you moaning into Changbin’s mouth every time Chan delivers a particularly sharp thrust inside of you.

“You really like kissing- Changbin, don’t you?” Chan asks through labored breaths, whispering the words in your ear, smirking cockily when he feels you shiver. “Like having him all over you while I fuck you, babygirl?”

You nod, whimpering in Changbin’s mouth as Chan’s hips snap into yours at a quick pace. Changbin smirks at you, somehow turned on by his friend fucking you so intensely you have to cling onto his arm, squeezing the muscles tight when you feel yourself getting closer to your high.

“Bin, fuck, make her cum, quick,” Chan pants from behind you, his sweaty, hot, naked body pressed against yours. “Rub her clit, I’m so close.”

Changbin smirks, placing one last kiss on your mouth before he shifts on the bed so that he can comfortably reach your clit to rub it - not without spitting saliva on his fingers, of course. He touches the sweet spot in between your thighs with a disarming delicacy despite Chan’s hard thrusts, with slow and precise movements up and down the hood of your clit. At the same time, he takes the opportunity to capture one of your nipples between his lips, stimulating it with his tongue as he gently works you up towards your orgasm.

“Channie,” you turn your head to look at him despite the sharp pain in your neck due to the uncomfortable position. He looks breathtaking, with locks of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and eyes rolled back as he bites on his lip. He opens his eyes as soon as you moan his name, and he looks even more pussydrunk now, with full-blown pupils. “Kiss,” you pout.

You don’t need to say it twice, because Chan doesn’t waste another second in placing his lips on yours, biting on your lip now as he continues to move inside of you at a relentless pace. Changbin doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, although he can’t help but feel a bit jealous and neglected right now you figure, by the way he’s once again humping your leg, moving his hard and leaking cock up and down your thigh.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whine, pulling away from the kiss abruptly, chest rising and falling heavily as you throw your head back in the pillow. You entangle your fingers in both Chan’s and Changbin’s hair as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. “Binnie, don't stop, you- you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimper, and Changbin only rubs your clit harder.

“Yeah, that’s right, cum,” Chan breathes heavily, gripping your hips even tighter as he moves swiftly inside of you while filthy, squelching sounds bless your ears. “Cum around me like the good girl you are, c’mon,” he encourages you.

Changbin lets go of your nipple and starts kissing your collarbone and neck instead, and then your jawline, and then your lips, pecking them a couple of times as he rubs your clit faster until you come around Chan’s cock with a sob of their names, burying your face in Changbin’s chest as your whole body shakes and trembles.

“I’m close, ‘m close, where…”

“Inside, you can do it inside,” you respond without thinking twice, too lost in the feeling of his cock pounding you and pressing you against Changbin with each snap of his hips.

Chan’s hips still as he releases inside of you, grunting loudly as he bites on your shoulder. His cum fills your pussy up to the brim and even more, to the point it inevitably starts to leak, dripping on your ass and onto the bedsheets. He stays buried deep inside of you for a few seconds while he tries to regain his breath, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against your spine, occasionally leaving open-mouthed kissing on your sweaty and pearlescent skin. Eventually, your body stops shaking, and you both come down from your orgasms under the attentive stare of Changbin.

“I thought you were the prettiest when you’re getting fucked, but clearly I was wrong,” Changbin chuckles, running his fingers through your hair, kissing you on top of your head as he envelops your figure with his strong arms. “The sight of your pretty face when you’re cumming is out of this world, love.”

Chan pulls out of you slowly, gasping at the feeling of his cum oozing out of you as soon as the tip is out. He takes time leaving small pecks on your shoulder and back as he wraps his arms around you. You’re completely surrounded by them and it’s the best feeling in the world, to lie there in their arms while they hug and kiss you like you mean the world to them. You really do, by the way.

“What do you say, babygirl… is it time for Bin to feel your sweet pussy? I bet it’ll drive him crazy how tight you feel,” Chan smirks after a several seconds, his now flaccid cock resting peacefully against your asscheeks.

You nod, lifting your eyes to meet Changbin’s. “Wan’ you now, Binnie.”

He looks down at you, then places a kiss right in the middle of your eyebrows. “You sure? You’re not feeling too tired?” He checks in on you to make sure you’re absolutely sure. He can wait. He’s impatient, sure, but he can wait - it’s an oxymoron, yes, but he’s not an asshole.

“Not that much, I can take it,” you mumble, allowing your hand to wander until it wraps around Changbin’s hard cock. He gasps, then bites his lip to the point he can nearly taste blood in his mouth.

“Fine, okay. Okay, we’re doing this,” Changbin mumbles. “But we’re doing it my way.”

He doesn’t give you the time to ask what does he mean by that, because you soon feel his strong arms gripping your waist, turning your body until you’re now lying on the opposite side, now facing Chan, who scoots closer. For a second there, you think he’s gonna fuck you exactly like Chan did, but you’re mistaken. Changbin circles your waist with his strong arm, pressing your body against his to the point it almost looks like you’re melted together, and hooks his other arm under your knee, spreading your legs wide. Chan’s cum is still leaking from inside of you, and it feels ticklish on your skin, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when Changbin’s positioning the head of his thick cock at your entrance.

“‘M gonna go slow,” he says, nibbling your ear as he pushes his cockhead inside your hole, “stop me if it’s too much.”

It’s a stretch, there’s no doubt about it. Sure, Chan’s cock is thick, but it’s nowhere nearly as thick as Changbin’s. You gasp when he pushes another inch inside of you.

Chan, in front of you, grunts, while keeping his eyes on you. “You were right, Bin, oh my God. She looks so good when she’s taking cock,” he whimpers, caressing your cheek as he witnesses all of the faces you make while Changbin bullies his cock inside of your tight hole, practically using Chan’s cum as lube. “Does Bin’s cock feel good inside your pretty pussy?”

You nod, leaning into his touch, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you look at him with big eyes and lips slightly parted. “Feels big,” you whine, “feels so big inside of me, daddy.”

The word slips casually, but Chan’s eyebrows lift nonetheless as soon as he registers it. Who are you calling daddy right now? Him? Changbin? It doesn’t really matter to Chan, because he finds it hot either way.

Changbin’s head snaps up to meet Chan’s eyes and he grins too, before leaning in to say in your ear. “You calling him daddy when my cock’s inside of you, love?” He teases, pushing his cock further inside of you, letting out an animalistic grunt at how tight you feel around him.

“‘M sorry, Binnie- daddy,” you correct yourself, “you’re both just so daddy, ‘m sorry.”

“Ah, it’s okay, sweet girl,” Changbin chuckles, spreading your legs even more to have better access to your pussy - he’s almost all the way in.

“Fuuuuck, look at that, babygirl,” Chan can’t help but stare at where your body meets Changbin’s, amazed by how his friend’s cock is stretching you out. It looks painful to him, but by the way you’re whimpering and whining he guesses it just feels pleasant to you. “He’s destroying your pussy, oh my God.”

The three of you moan when Changbin bottoms out. Him, because yours is the tightest pussy he’s ever felt. You, because it’s the fullest you’ve ever been. Chan, because the sight before his eyes is absolutely breathtaking - his friend holding your leg up in the air as he sinks in deeper and deeper, your face contorting in pleasure. It won’t take long before he’s hard again.

“‘M not hurting you, love, am I?” Changbin’s head snaps in your direction after hearing Chan’s words.

You shake your head as a no. “No, it feels good. Feel so full,” you mumble, smiling at him, then at Chan.

Changbin finally bottoms out, and his head feels dizzy already. You’re so hot around him, and Chan’s cum is still inside of you - he can feel it leaking from your hole as he gives a first, tentative thrust. He grunts, you whine, staring into Chan’s eyes. He scoots closer, resting his head on his elbow as he watches closely your reactions to Changbin’s movements inside of you. Your eyes roll in the back of your head every time he bottoms out, and Chan can’t help but wonder if you had the same look when he was the one fucking you.

“You took it like a champ, didn’t you, babygirl?” He asks, gaze dropping once again to look at your most intimate part of your body. “You look absolutely gorgeous stuffed full of cock,” he compliments you, you guess.

He nuzzles your nose with his, and lets himself get lost in the feeling of lust when you pull him closer to crash your lips on his. You moan into his mouth as Changbin rails you, holding you in place firmly with his arm that’s wrapped around your waist, as he thrusts every inch of his cock inside of you.

“I can’t wait to stuff you full of cum,” Changbin comments, his own head spinning as he feels his balls tighten, ready to empty himself inside of your sweet heat. “Been thinkin’ about it since we were at the club and you were shoving your pretty tits in my face, love.”

You smile into the kiss, because that was exactly your purpose - making them both horny for you. Mission accomplished. Chan doesn’t verbally admit it, but by the way he’s slowly nodding and biting your lip you’re sure it was the same for him.

“Then I win,” you mumble, pulling away from the kiss to cup both their faces in your hands, “because I’ve been thinking about doing this for literal months,” you grin.

Changbin speeds up his movements inside of you, somehow the idea of you being so eager to do this makes him even more impatient. He thrusts and thrusts inside of you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he bites on the soft skin to muffle the grunts that leave his mouth.

“Hyung, make her cum, God,” he pants, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and his balls tighten even more. “Eat her out, hyung. Lick her pussy, quick,” desperation is evident in his tone.

Chan is a little taken aback by his younger friend’s words, and he blinks a couple of times. Then, it’s as if something had snapped inside of him, because he doesn’t waste another second before diving in your pussy, wrapping his plump lips around your clit and sucking hard. Somehow, he doesn’t really seem to care that his friend’s cock is just right there, a couple of inches away from him - the only thought inside his head right now is making you cum. It’s his only mission.

Changbin feels you clench around his cock, and he grins, even though you can’t see him. “Yeah, let go for me, love,” he encourages you, “for us,” he corrects himself when Chan pinches his thigh.

Chan’s tongue repeatedly swirls around your sensitive bud, and with the help of his thumb, he has you cumming in literal seconds. No wonder all of his exes were pissed when he broke things off with them - his head game is just too good. Chan pulls away from your clit, a string of saliva connecting it to his mouth as he continues to rub it with his thumb while witnessing the sight of your pussy spasming around Changbin’s cock.

“Like that, squeeze my cock like that,” Changbin cries, thighs shaking as he feels so close to his orgasm, “‘m fucking cumming, oh."

Changbin, too, bites on your shoulder when he finally shoots his load deep inside your pussy. The movements of his hips halt completely as he holds you close to his chest while his cock throbs. He finishes inside of you with four or five hot spurts of his seed - his own cum mixing with Chan’s, filling you up to the brim.

Chan lies down facing you once again, still able to taste you on his tongue. He pulls your hair back from your face as he scoots closer and you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Changbin, in the meantime, pulls out of you, not even caring about the mess on the sheets. You all need another shower anyway, and the sheets need to be changed. But right now you don’t care, not when you have both their arms wrapped around of you. Chan is playing with your hair while Changbin is peppering your back with soft kisses.

“How are you feeling, babygirl?” Chan asks you, kissing the tip of your nose.

“‘M sleepy,” you yawn, getting more comfortable in their embrace.

“Yah, don’t fall asleep!” Changbin shakes your body lightly, trying to keep you awake. “We need to change the sheets and shower, again.”

“Only if we shower together,” you mumble, eyes already closing, “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand to be honest," you giggle.

They both chuckle, then help you sit up on the bed, and then they help you get dressed. “Wait for us in the bathroom while we change the sheets, babygirl. We’ll be there in a minute,” Chan tells you, and you nod, opening the bedroom door and stepping outside.

On your way to the bathroom, you bump into someone, and a gasp leaves your mouth when realization hits you. The tall man in front of you looks absolutely pissed, as he rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. Fuck, you thought you were alone in the apartment.

“Please, for the love of God, don’t do that ever again,” Hyunjin glares at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “It's three a.m., some of us would like to sleep.”

You nod quickly, too embarrassed to say anything as you step inside the bathroom and start the shower. But when Chan and Changbin close the bathroom door behind their figures and strip down naked and join you under the hot stream of water, you’re one hundred percent sure it’s not gonna be the last time.

-`♡´-

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬! "𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧", 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.

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