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dreamescapeswriting · 2 months

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Royality ~ SCB

CONTINUATION OF THIS PIECE

WORD COUNT: 3.2K

GENRE: Mafia AU, SMUT MINORS DNI, mafia changbin being a huge simp for yn, pulling off a job together, first time, cute, fluffy, blow job, unprotetced sex,

PAIRING: Changbin x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of blood, killing, stealing, heists

"I'll come and get you every night from now on. I don't want anything to happen to you," When Changbin had first said it to you, you thought he meant that he was going to keep sending a driver out to you but you couldn't have been more wrong. For the last 12 months, whenever you were working, Changbin was waiting outside of your apartment with a warm drink ready to take you to work.

The arrangement had been simple and kind of him and you got to know him over the nights you'd spend together. You loved getting to spend this time with him and you'd grown so close he was beginning to include you on his plans and jobs.

Over the last few months, you'd sung in different clubs he was frequenting while his men and other ladies robbed and stole from people in the crowds. Tonight was a little different though which you could tell was making Changbin a little more nervous than usual. It was his last big heist for a long time, after tonight he was strictly going to be on his own business deals instead of getting involved with the dirty work but it was still strange to see him so anxious about something.

It wasn't like him to be nervous about any of his jobs but since bringing you into them he'd grown protective over you and worried that you'd get hurt because of him. If something ever happened to you he was sure he wouldn't be able to survive it and that scared him more than anything else in the world.

No one should have that much power over someone and yet when it came to you, Changbin would lay his life on the line or throw himself in front of a bus if you ever asked him to.

"Binnie, you okay?" Your voice came out soft making him remember what he was doing and who he was in the car with. He slowly turned to glance at you, nodding before his eyes went straight back to the road. But you knew something was bothering him since his knuckles were starting to turn white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel.

"Are you sure you're up for this tonight, princess?" He asked, using the affectionate nickname he'd given to you long ago and it made your whole body tingle. A flicker of concern crossed Changbin's voice and you smiled a little.

"Of course, Binnie." It was your reply every single time he asked you to join him on a job and it would continue to be your answer.

"I'm always ready to light up the stage," You smirked at him. It was your job to sing for the crowds and distract them enough so they wouldn't realise that they were being robbed. Changbin's job was to be overly friendly with the owners, and keep himself busy with them so they'd have no idea he was in connection with them and when the news would break out about the robbery. Changbin would be there to offer his protection - with significant pay that was.

"That's my girl," Changbin beamed in admiration of you. Tonight was going to be the last job and the biggest one either of you was going to pull off. Inside the club there were going to be billionaires, it was a special night for them with the club owner working closely with Changbin to pull something huge off.

You hadn't known all of the details, just that you'd be singing for the rich and famous who would be wowed by you and many of the female dancers that would be with them on the floor.

"Tonight is the last one, after this, we'll be royalty," Changbin smirked and you rolled your eyes at him. Changbin was already Royalty, everyone knew who he was and he was rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams.

"You mean you'll be king," You teased him softly, Changbin reached his hand across and gently squeezed your thigh.

"You'll be on the throne right beside me if you wanted, princess, you know that." He winked as he rounded the corner to the club.

The neon sign flickered outside and he sighed a little, it was now or never for him and he slowly got out of the car, walking to your side and helping you out.

"Remember, Princess, stick close to me. We don't know who might be lurking in the shadows." You resisted the urge to tell him that he'd found you in the shadows as a man began making his way toward you. As he got closer you recognised him from a charity gala not long back, he was one of Changbin's closest friends.

"I've got your back, Binnie. Just like you've got mine." You promised, quickly kissing his cheek making his cheeks flame a little, he stared at you before someone gripped his shoulder.

"Changbin! Yn! So wonderful you could join us tonight." Lorenzo greeted, taking your hand in his and kissing the top of it gently causing Changbin's blood to boil.

He hated that people would touch you whenever they wanted to, if it was down to him it would only be his hands allowed to grace your body.

"I didn't think you'd be able to make it tonight," Lorenzo said, turning his attention to Changbin who gave him a simple and smug smile.

"And miss my girl sing? Never." You smiled, your body heating up as he called you his girl.

Your relationship with Changbin had been strictly professional when everything had started but as you grew closer the lines began to blur and you'd flirt back and forth with one another.

You didn't know what was a joke and when he was being serious with you and to be honest, you didn't care. The attention you got from him was something unlike you'd ever felt before and you never wanted that high to end.

"The stage is ready for her, but she won't be able to go on wearing that." Lorenzo dragged his eyes slowly up and down your body as you frowned. You were wearing a red floor-length gown, backless and sexy something you'd wear for almost every single one of your performances.

"It's not sexy enough." Lorzeno shrugged as you all walked through the back door of the club toward a dressing room door.

"And what do you suggest she wear?" Changbin grumbled folding his arms over his chest, the door to the dressing room opened and Lorenzo smirked,

"Something to match the dancers." He gestured to the girls that were all wearing black mini skirts or shorts, some even in underwear that you could have sworn were riding up their asses. But Changbin was seething, there was no way he was going to let you display your body for some sick fucks who were going to oogle all night long at you.

"Over my dead body."

"People will find it suspicious," Lorenzo grumbled at him,

"Like hell, she won't be wearing-" You knew the two men were only going to continue bickering so you sighed and shook your head.

"Just hand me something in my size, and I'll make it work." Lorenzo headed into the changing room to find you something and Changbin shook his head.

"You shouldn't have to." He pouted a little, he hated the thought of you having to flaunt your body like this,

"It's the last night, right? It'll be the last time and then it's back to dresses and only singing at your club." You reassured him but Changbin was shaking his head at you.

After tonight he wanted you to be by his side, the queen next to him on the throne it was all he'd been wanting for months but he had no idea how to tell you,

"You don't have to sing at my place." He said simply making you giggle a little. If you didn't sing at his place you'd be down on money and you needed that to live,

"I'd be out of a job, Binnie. I need my job."

"Not if you came to stay with me." The air turned thick as you stared at him, wondering if you'd heard him correctly or if your mind was playing games on you.

"What?" You waited for him to tell you he was joking, or that he was just thinking out loud but he stared at you with a serious and unreadable expression.

"If you stay with me, be by my side in all of this..." You stayed silent, neither of you speaking as you tried to figure out what he meant. You needed him to come out and say it to you instead of playing games,

"Binnie...Are you asking what I think you're asking?" He gently ran his hand over your cheek and smirked at you

"We'll be royalty, King and Queen. No one would ever fuck with us again," He spoke so surely of himself you weren't going to argue back with him.

"I'd-" You were cut off by Lorenzo holding up a hanger with clothes on for you.

"People are arriving. Out in the bar Changbin, we need to make this good." Changbin didn't have time to protest as he was shoved out of the side door and you were left alone to smirk to yourself.

You'd rule by his side, that was what he was asking you and you couldn't stop the smile that was beginning to grow on your face.

If Changbin was pissed at Lorenzo before for taking him away from you he was more pissed at what he'd seen the man dress you up in right now.

You were donned in a black leather mini skirt with a black bralette covering your breasts - barely anyway. They were a sheer material with roses covering your nipples, the sight of which had made Changbin hard the second you'd stepped onto the stage and he was sure his pants were going to explode any second now.

"One final song for the night," You spoke into the mic, smirking in Changbin's direction as the band began to play an upbeat song for you. The girls out on the floor started to dance for the men who had their eyes on the women and you all night long.

It had been a long night of Changbin trying not to kill anyone for complimenting your outfit. Every single person it seemed had something to say whenever you'd move on the stage and it grated on him more than he thought it would have and Lorenzo was loving every minute of it. Seeing his friend so riled up it was worth every single grumble he heard back from him.

"She's very good, I wonder if she charges by the hour." Someone chuckled from in front of Changbin making him squeeze his glass so hard it shattered all over his hand. But he hadn't noticed you coming over to him, gently sitting on his lap. A smirk grew on your lips when you felt how hard he was beneath you, your confidence growing more as you sang directly to him.

"I'd take over the country, everyone would bow to me." Your voice was angelic as you sang along to the band, running your hands gently over Changbin's tie and twisting it around your fist.

"Sit up in my palace and baby you'd be my King. We'd run this ship together, just you wait and see...We'll be royalty." You sang the final line before biting his ear softly, giving Changbint confirmation to his earlier question he'd been dying to know all night now.

"Girl it's ride or die." He smirked, running his hands down your hips as he dragged you closer to him, groaning as you ground your hips against him forgetting for a minute that you were in a crowded bar until someone cleared their throat behind you.

"When you're done with her can I use her, I don't mind sloppy seconds." You barely had time to react before the man was on the floor, a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. You didn't even flinch or scream, it was something you'd grown used to after spending so much time with Changbin.

"He was disrespecting you." He said plainly making you giggle as he stood up, taking your hand in his. People stared over at you in horror but your hands were caressing Changbins chest softly

"Does anyone else here have anything that they need to say about my girl?" He turned his attention to the group who all turned to look at their laps and Changbin smirked.

"I'll come and help you get dressed." He suggested as you slowly made your way through the crowd and back toward the stage door.

"Do you think I need help?" You asked in a teasing tone only for Changbin to grab your ass softly and squeeze.

"Maybe." He winks dragging you toward the backstage door.

"Out." He growled at the people who were back there who quickly scampered out of the room leaving you both alone.

"So you'll be King and I'm queen?" You questioned, running your hands over your bralette and smirking as Changbin's eyes never left you.

"Whatever you want princess, it's yours." He promised as he slowly stalked toward you, but you shoved him down onto the sofa that was inside the changing rooms and smirked at him.

"I want you, I always wanted you." You breathed out, slowly sinking to your knees in front of him. You palmed his coc through his pants, feeling him strain against the material as he let out a disgruntled groan from how slow you were going.

"Princess. I need you, you don't have to do this," He whined as you slowly began to pull him free from his pants until he was naked in front of you, your mouth watering at the sight of him. You'd wondered how big he was before and nothing you'd been imagining had been like this. You wrapped your palm around his cock and began to pump him slowly, rolling your wrist as you circled the tip at a slow and steady pace,

"F-Fuck, princess." He groaned out, rolling his hips up to get you to move a little face as he greedily searched for more from you.

"Patience, Binnie." You giggled before running your tongue along the tip of his cock before you moved to wrap your mouth around him. Your tongue swirled along the underside of his length, tracing the veins as you slowly lowered your head. Your eyes shut as you bobbed your head, trying to take as much of him as you could at a steady pace.

"Shit princess, you're so good at that," He moans out loudly, your hand moved to cup his balls squeezing them teasingly between your fingers up he grunts loudly.

"Shitting hell," His hands gripped the sofa cushions as he tried to list baseball players in his head preventing him from finishing too soon.

"S-Stop, I'm too close," He moans out, you slowly pull away from him and giggle a little.

"You don't want to cum?"

"Not in your mouth." He growled before dragging you onto his lap, kissing you hungrily while wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you closer to him.

"You're going to be the death of me." He moans out against your lips, your hips grinding against him as he practically rips the leather skirt off you.

"I'm on the shot, please Binnie." You didn't care how desperate you sounded as you watched Changbin line himself up with you before pushing inside of you, filling you to the hilt.

"F-Fuck, Binnie you're so big." You cry out, your eyes screwed shut as you clutched onto him trying to adjust to him. It was only a few seconds before he gripped your hips and slammed into you again and again, his cock driving into you and hitting that one spot that made your toes curl.

"Just like that!" You cried out, your hands dragging down his bag as you searched for anything to cling onto. You held onto him as your head rolled back in ecstasy, the pressure inside of you building as it hit near breaking point.

"C-Changbin!" You cried out, grinding your clit against him on every stroke of his cock,

"Good girl," Changbin groans, biting down on your nipple as your skin is covered in goosebumps.

"Look at the mess you're making, princess," He grunts as he looks down between you, his thrusting getting rougher each time.

"Maybe I should make you lick it clean while I fuck you," He moans out, your hips circling as you cried out his name. Your orgasm slams into you making your back arch from the sofa.

Within a couple of seconds, you were on the floor though, on your knees in front of the sofa with Changbin behind you, pushing into you as you cry out his name again clutching onto the sofa in front of you.

"Good girl," He groaned, running hands down your back as he gripped your hips tightly and began to pound into you. Your mind felt as though it was blank as he continued to fuck into you, completely knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Do you want everyone to hear how much you love being fucked?" He moans out reaching in front of you and pinching your clit sending you over the deep end again as you screamed his name out, cumming around him as you heard him grunt a little until his hips came to a slow stop.

"Fuck, you're so perfect," He moans out, kissing your shoulders softly as you both lay there sweaty and panting together enjoying being close.

"That sounds awful, I'm so glad you're okay." You said to Jisung's girlfriend, Who had been telling you all about how she'd been caught up in a bank job a few months back with a gun pressed against her head.

"We will date dangerous men," Hyunjin’s girl said said making you giggle, and turn your attention to the quietest one with you. It was Seungmin’s date and she’d been left with you while the guys had left to go and talk business leaving you all to gossip about them behind their backs. Seungmin’s girl had only been out with him once, meaning this was their first date and you worried it was scaring her but it seemed to fuel her more as she beamed with excitment.

"My ears are burning," Changbin chuckled as he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, you quickly kissed his lips softly.

"All good things," You promised as he smirked down at you,

"I hope so, I hate to think of my baby girl bad-mouthing me," Chan said as he grabbed his wife from behind and kissed up and down her neck making everyone chuckle in the small circle that was forming.

"I hate you," Someone grumbled as Felix stood behind her, you'd not been introduced yet but she'd been fairly quiet since getting there.

"I hate you more, my little firecracker" Felix smirked down at her before she swatted his hands away from her.

"Muse, little muse is making a fuss, we have to go," Hyunjin said before he and his wife made an exit and you dragged Changbin onto the dance floor.

"I'm sorry about them all," He mumbled before you loved it, spending time at events with them was fun.

"I like it, it's like a mini family." You giggled, swaying with your fiancé on the dance floor.

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hyunjinniesgirl · 2 years

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☆.｡.:*skz as types of couples.｡.:*☆

hi besties!! i haven't posted in so long so here's a lil ot8 fluff i've had in my drafts for a while :') pls note that i'll also be renovating my blog and updating my tag system over the next few weeks months so if my blog looks weird n inconsistent that's why!! okie i hope u enjoy this one!! :33

wc: 2k (roughly 250 words per member)

genre: fluff!! members x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of food

bang chan - the dependable couple

you and chan are the boys’ go-tos when they need any kind of help. since chan is their leader, you often pick up on his habits and take care of the kids without anyone asking you to. if one day one of the members looks particularly down you’ll chat with them and keep them company in attempts to liven their spirits the same way you know chan would if he was there. it may sound weird to others, but chan fell in love with you through the love and care you showed his members. his favorite thing about you is how compassionate and empathetic you are without expecting anything in return, but of course chan does his best to be everything you deserve in a partner.

the boys will also come to you guys for relationship advice!! if they’re having troubles with their partners the two of you always offer a supportive shoulder, listening to them and helping them resolve the problem in a healthy manner!! the members feel comfortable around you both enough to talk about every aspect of their relationship (even the things you don’t particularly want to know about) and you and chan happily give them a safe space to feel and express their feelings. you two are the designated relationship repair duo and their partners have no clue, they genuinely just think the other boys came to their senses on their own lmfao.

lee know - the practically married couple

all of the members constantly make fun of you two for playing house in the dorm. you don’t even live there but you could often be seen making dinner or reorganizing their fridge (it’s all minho’s ingredients anyway). when you’re bickering over something stupid the boys will make jokes like “ugh the parents are fighting again” and it makes you giggle to yourself but you carry on with the bit for funsies “i’m not your parent until minho gets on his knee and gives me a ring!” “ah jagiya stop with that, i thought we agreed not in front of the kids!”

despite the bickering—because we all know minho is an instigator—the two of you are seen being sweet to each other a lot. minho likes to keep his arm around you so it’s easy to pull you in for loooong soft kisses whenever he pleases, looking down at you with soft eyes and teasing you before pulling you in for another hearty kiss. the other members just groan when they walk in on you two making out softly on the couch. you’re the deep clean the house on sunday mornings while listening to love songs couple, getting distracted when your song comes on. your cleaning supplies are long forgotten as the two of you dance around the living room, minho spinning and dipping you theatrically making you explode in a fit of giggles before he holds you close, your back to his chest, and sways you in place while singing the rest of the song into your ear.

bonus: the two of you are kid and pet magnets. soonie doongie and dori adore you, and your little cousin never wants to let go of minho’s hand when he comes with you to family parties.

seo changbin - the family oriented couple

even if you aren’t too fond of your family, you’re fond of changbin’s family. changbin introduced you to his family early in your relationship and you knew there wouldn’t be any way around it. you were scared at first, knowing that his mom and sister play a big role in his life and it didn’t help that every time he was on the phone with them he’d talk about you endlessly, praising you the same way he raps—so fast his mom and sister are scared he isn’t even breathing on the other end of the line. of course, the initial meeting goes smoothly and you’re a regular at the seo household. now that he has you, changbin’s mom definitely makes him do more domestic stuff in front of you like help her make dinner and help her clean to show you just how husband material he is hehe.

baby. photos. so many of them. when you get on texting basis, binnie’s mom will send you baby pictures she finds of changbin and while he doesn’t get embarrassed by it, it’ll become so frequent to the point where if you’re cooing at something on your phone he’ll assume its his mom. your lock screen is def a picture of baby changbin wearing a cute lil sunhat squinting in the sun, and then you unlock your phone and your home screen is big changbin wearing a sunhat squinting in the sun :D

hwang hyunjin - the romantic couple

i feel like this is so obvious but being with hyunjin is like being the main character in a romance novel. that boy does all the puppy love stuff except he’s actually in love with you. he buys you flowers on his way back from the jyp building, buys you books and writes poems on the back of the receipts, sings to you when you can’t sleep, and always takes the time to understand where you’re coming from if he unknowingly upsets you. the romantic and grand gestures never end with him because he refuses to let the honeymoon phase die, no matter how hard it gets.

spontaneous trips together are your “thing.” when hyunjin has three or more days off he’ll always want to go on a short trip even if the destination is only a few train stops away. truly the king of romantic staycations!! once you get to your destination your first mission is to stake out the pool and swim together if the weather is nice :’) hyunjin likes to have swimming races with you but when you’re both tired and out of energy, he’ll wrap your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck talking softly while floating around the pool. with the sun setting in the background and hyunjin’s warm body against you, you feel completely relaxed and grateful for the alone time with him. you explore the city for the next few days taking candid photos of each other with hyunjin’s fancy camera :')

bonus: the two of you definitely have a scrapbook or box of film photos and they’re just filled with cute goofy pictures of each other :’)

han jisung - the lazy day couple

your favorite thing to do together is rot in bed and watch anime. the two of you do go on dates from time to time but nothing beats cuddling on the couch and watching tv with an abundance of snacks surrounding you. the two of you would be blissfully catching up on anime when one of you shifts and accidentally sits on the remote, exiting the show you were watching. you both look at each other with wide eyes, irritated like “why tf would you do that you just ruined the suspense” and when you fish the remote from under your butt ji makes a fake tsking noise. you also nap all day together when he has a day off after continuous exhausting schedules, losing track of time just falling asleep in each other's arms then waking up to kiss and talk sleepily then go back to sleep.

you settle everything with rock paper scissors, always. winner picks the food and loser pays. ji loses almost every time to the point where you think he’s doing it on purpose (not quite sure how you lose rock paper scissors on purpose but ji tries so that you don’t have to pay and you can eat whatever you want :D). you also do rock paper scissors to determine who gets up to turn off the lights, who throws away the trash, who actually gets up to get the food from the delivery person. watching jisung eat is the highlight of your day, watching his puffy cheeks fill up with food, you just peck kisses on him while he eats.

lee felix - the cuddly couple

yongbok skinship king :’) he just wants you closer even if you’re nose to nose, and you feel the same way. let’s say you weren’t very into skinship at first but the more felix would sneak up behind you, wrap his arms delicately around your waist and speak softly in your ear, the more you would fold for the sunshine man. when the two of you go to the farmer’s market he always holds your hand, only letting go to check how ripe a few avocados are before grabbing your hand once again. he just really can’t resist touching you in one way or another so that everyone knows that you’re a couple, but not even in a possessive way, he just feels comfort knowing that he can express his affection for you publicly. felix is definitely the type of guy to rub his thumb in small circles while your fingers are intertwined. and you don’t mind one bit.

he doesn’t mind being affectionate with you around the boys because he’s equally as affectionate with them. he will definitely kiss everyone’s forehead goodnight because he doesn’t want them to feel left out when he kisses yours. he feels no shame kissing you in front of the members, though they are typically rated pg kisses, just pecks or closed mouth kisses, he just isn’t shy with affection. he’ll call you sweet nicknames around them too like honey, sweetheart, baby, literally anything but your name.

bonus: bokkie likes playing video games but he likes them better when you’re sitting on his lap or straddling him like a koala and he just snakes his arms around you to play (i know that doesn’t sound too comfy but the thought of it is v v cute to me ok.)

kim seungmin - the couple that no one believes is a couple

kim seungmin reserves his softest moments for you and only you. in private, seungmo kisses your forehead, holds your face in his hands to bump noses and scratches your head when you lay it on his lap, but when you’re around other people he won’t even think about being outwardly affectionate with you aside from a mere “jagi” when trying to get your attention. this raised problems at the beginning stages of your relationship because you had assumed his lack of affection towards you around other people was because he was embarrassed of you. in reality seungmo just wanted you to know that those moments are special to him and he didn’t think your friend circles needed to see the two of you like that. after all of this gets cleared up, minnie makes sure to pull you onto his lap or wrap an arm around you whenever you’re with the other members or your friends.

again i feel like this is so obvious but he likes to tease!! sometimes you’ll pretend to be offended by one of his jokes and fake pout until he holds your face in his hands and kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, and nose. you’ll get him back by threatening to spoil the book or manga he’s currently reading which is a very effective tactic and it shuts him right up.

bonus: in the mornings minnie will make the two of you coffee (or tea if you prefer) and bring it back to you in bed so that you can enjoy your morning together talking about the dreams that you had the night before and your plans for the day while sipping on your drinks hehe

yang jeongin - the aesthetic couple

if you look up the definition of boyfriend in the dictionary you’ll find a picture of yang jeongin. and if you go through his camera roll, it’s all pictures of you. you with a printed face mask on, you and the big soft serve ice cream you bought at the fair, you holding the big stuffed bear he won you, and every single picture is instagram worthy. your boyfriend has truly been trained well because every picture he takes of you is perfect and all of your friends are jealous. the two of you also make whoever you’re with take plandid pictures of the two of you, especially when you coordinate outfits.

the two of you coordinate outfits so much that even on days when you don’t intend to, the color of your top and the color of jeongin’s bottoms match effortlessly. And don’t even get me started on shoes. jeongin’s shoe addiction is everyone’s problem, especially yours. because now you’re downing in shoes that match with him; same style, different color. keeping up with the clothes theme, you often steal each other's clothes to the point where you barely remember what belongs to who. innie would be running late for a lesson and be frustrated because he wanted to wear a particular hoodie but couldn’t find it anywhere. that evening on facetime with you he notices you’re wearing the hoodie and just stares at you with his adorable puppy eyes. “what’s wrong, baby?” “that’s not your hoodie!” “yes, it is!” “no it isn’t, i wore it a few weeks ago!” “because i let you borrow it!”

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thank you for reading!! please reblog, leave an ask, or shoot me a message if you enjoyed :') all my luv always <3

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 2 months

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Accidentally In Enemies

He accidentally made her hate him, now he's going to purposely make her fall in love with him.

Pairing : Seo Changbin x Reader

Synopsis : When they were together, she rarely saw him. Now that they're broken up, she sees him everywhere. Changbin ends up swooping in and saving her from embarrassment. Now she has a clingy enemy and a much too friendly ex.

Warnings : This series will contain mature subject matter such as : swearing, drinking, break ups, insults, heartbreak, sex (no smut), fake dating, and more. Each chapter will have its own list of warnings. Reader's discretion is advised.

Taglist : OPEN

Release : February 2, 2024

{Let the story begin}

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feelbokkie · 1 month

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seo changbin is the type of boyfriend who will go around and hide money for you in random places: your bag, your pockets, your shoes, books, etc. any random place where you might find money. and when he's gone on long periods, he'll hide a bunch of it in common places to hopefully last you until he gets home. he knows you don't like when he spends money on you or when he gives you money but he like spoiling you. so he found a loophole. while you may think it's your lucky day. you thought it was weird at first. how whenever you came home changbin would ask "what did we buy today?" or "what did we do today?" you were equally confused by the big grin that would spread across his face when you would tell him how you found some money in your pants and used it to buy a drink while you were out or a meal. you connected the dots when you caught him putting something in your pockets after your shower. you watched the panic on his face when you said you changed your mind about the outfit you were going to wear for the day. and how he tried to get you out of the room so he could put the money somewhere else. he still doesn't know that you know, but you don't want to take away the smile that comes on his face when you tell him what you bought with your "lucky money."

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cgnab · 2 months

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2 TYPES.

pairings: Leeknow x fem!reader | Changbin x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw(mdni!!) , mean!lino , sub!binnie , riding , overstimulation , fingering , squirting , mention of ‘ used for pleasure ‘ , nipple biting/play .

LEEKNOW . 이민호

he’s so mean.

he’s been fingering you for what feels like ages , thrusting his fingers so fast . He made you cum all over his fingers not less than 3 three times . He’d be so cocky about it .

“Look how this dirty pussy clench around my fingers . “

“such a slut aren’t ya—look how you’re dripping for me baby . “

he’d be the type to overstimulate you till there is no tomorrow , he just likes making you squirt the lick it off his hands , he’d also lick & bite onto your nipples making you moan louder for him . He’s the mean type .

CHANGBIN . 창빈

He’s so sweet , your sweet boy .

he’d let you use him as much as you want , No matter how tired or sore his body is , he just wants you to play with his cock as you like .

He’s been spitting nonsense since he convinced you to ride him while he just came from the gym tired and sweaty , You could feel his cock twitch from the overstimulation he put himself in .

“ your pussy feels so good baby—ah , uh , yes yes!! like that— “

“ make me cum , pleasepleaseplease!! I’ve been good—your good boy!! “

He’d just wants to prove to his baby how much he loves her by cumming deep inside her making sure he won’t try to waste anything , he just likes to make you feel good . He’s the sweet type .

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ch4nb4ng · 9 months

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The Pompous Laywer

Pairing: Changbin x afab!reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers

Word count: 12.3k (jesus i know i always say i get carried away but this is the worst one to date)

Warning: 18+ fic, swearing, mentions of police and law, kissing, fingering, mentions of behind, breasts and nipples, penetration, mentions of erections, precum, switch (?) both people, no huge dynamics of any type, semi-public sex

Note: hey !!! I have binge watched the tv show The rookie and I'm obsseseed with it so I based this fic loosely off two of the characters on thw show. I will put a link here of the vibes of these chracters so you can get an idea of the vibe I was going for (here) and (here) . No visual inspo today it got deleted :(

Taglist: @seo--changbin @j-0ne25 @cb97whoree @kpopsstuffs

Summary: Tension was at an all time high between you, the very capable and well established police officer, and the arrogant, smug lawyer who was always in your way. That was, until he actually needed you for a favour, out of the precinct, and on his office.

It was a breezy day at police headquarters for the team. The holidays were over, meaning that crime rate was low, and mainly because today was an admin day for you; your least favorite. Stacks on top of stacks of finishing reports, filing said reports, making sure that it is impeccable shape. The last time you accidentally filed a case on August 21 instead of August 20, the captain gave it to you for days.

****

That was years ago, during your rookie days. Now being a training officer, things were more fun. It was also easy to pick on the rookies that were assigned to you, feeling partly vindicated for what you had to experience during your own early days. However, without sounding too cliche, it also allowed them to become the best cops they could be, and it was fun to become friends with them, have them become your fellow colleagues and knowing that if you were in any high risk situation, they would have the training and rationality to have your back and do what is necessary.

***

Your eyes boggled as you sat at your desk, immediately noticing the way your fellow police officer, and best friend, Felix avoided eye contact when chucking the thick mound of paper onto the edge of your desk. The Sergeant was already out and about, checking and maintaining his authority by checking who was working and who was not. Sergeant Bang was not surprised to see you doing other things than what you were supposed to be doing; it was very obvious when you were staring at the large analog clock that was plastered on the wall, facing the opposite direction of your desk.

“How’s the paperwork going?”

“Pff,” you huffed, falling face first into the humongous pile, “Sergeant Bang, it’s a lot but I’ll get it done.”

“Good work y/n, I need at least half done by the end of the day, you need to take Hyunjin out on the street today, and you need to follow up on a house disturbance that occurred yesterday.”

“Yes sir.”

Your designated rookie, Hyunjin, was walking over to your desk, a large smile greeting his face as he took his seat next to you.

“Good morning Y/n, how are you today?”

“Can you not see the stack here? Get to work rookie, we need half of this done at midday so we can head back to that house we visited yesterday.”

“Got it,” Hyunjin replied, still smiling as he enthusiastically grabbed a quarter and clicked his pen, getting straight to it. You were lucky this year, taking on one of the rookies that was keen to listen, but also didn’t take it to heart when you criticized or made jokes. Most rookies understood that it was part of the process to earn your extra stripes.

Midday could not come fast enough. You were drowning in paperwork, and a coffee was definitely something you needed if your brain was not going to shut down. A large yawn fell from your lips as you rose from your chair, sluggishly making your way to the break room. The coffee pot had just been boiled, thank god, simply needing to just pour it in. Your arms moved slowly, sluggish movements following before a single drop touched your lips. Oh the feeling of sweet relief as the warm liquid ran down your throat, giving you enough energy to get back to your desk and into the swing of paperwork.

The pile descended bit by bit, but when the clock struck midday, a jolt of electricity sparked through your body as you nudged Hyunjin to get the tactical gear and prepare the shop. Felix was standing next to you, waiting for his own rookie to complete the same action.

“How is Hyunjin going?”

“Yeah good, kinda felt bad that he got stuck with my paperwork.”

A smirk came to Felix’s face, a playful punch coming into contact with your shoulder after.

“You made him do most of your own admin work? Damn, your harsh T.O y/l/n.”

A giggle came after Felix’s gentle criticism, “work hard play hard right? Got much on in the afternoon?”

“Not really, but we are only doing street patrol for a couple of hours today. Mr. Douchebag is coming in because I booked one of his clients yesterday.”

Fuck. When Felix said Mr. Douchebag, you knew exactly who he was talking about. Seo Changbin, the most scumbag defense attorney's known to mankind. Acted like he owned the place whenever he came into the precinct, treated sargents, captains, and police officers with little to zero respect. It’s people like him in the legal system that you simply did not want to make time for.

“For fucks sake,” you mumbled, “when is here not the fucking here?”

“Unfortunately,” Felix paused, covering his mouth to prevent anyone from hearing you gossip on the job, “and I hate to give him credit, but he somehow manages to represent every person in here, and most of them seem to get off. He’s trying to get me for unlawful captivity on the drug dealer we busted yesterday.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed, “of course he is. He-,”

Before you could continue, a sudden bubble of anger traveled across your fibers as you saw him walk into the precinct. Suited up, completely, that fucking brown leather briefcase he always carried. God. Even the way he held his chin up, facial expression showing nothing but arrogance because he knew that as soon as he saw you or Felix, he was going to be relentless.

“God he’s such a douchebag.”

“Listen Y/n, I actually hate him, you on the other hand,” Felix paused, giving you an unimpressed look, “Try not to get your panties in a twist.”

“Dude,” you hit him, face heating up from his rather honest remark.

The two of you had a history. From the multiple times he got his clients to remain silent, released on bail when they should not have been. Having to testify as the officer on scene and he would do everything in his power to tear you down, make you look incompetent. Changbin was a menace, and if it was anybody else you would admire how smart and hard working someone like that was. But to do that, let’s just say you would rather get hit by a bus like Regina George. He always, for some reason that baffled you to try and work out, was always obsessed with proving you wrong. Felix’s ‘wrongdoings’ were ones he liked to point out too, but yours were tenfold. It’s like he thought that you should be fired not everytime you apparently did something against the law, but more specifically when it was something he didn’t like. Something that went against his own personal morals, and that’s what irritated you the most. The pompous lawyer only did what aligned with his morals and values, which to any normal person, would be the opposite of most. Every word that came out of his mouth gave you a headache.

But god, was he hot. There was always a tension, the strength of it based on how fiery the disagreements became, that filled the room whenever a conversation (if you were putting your interactions nicely) was sparked between the two of you. It was easy for all the officers to see, and the amount of shit you copped for it was an understatement. Especially since you worked in a job where everyone’s observational skills were of high standard. Nonetheless, you would never let anything get in the way of your job, and that meant never mixing business with pleasure. I mean, not that you wanted to, because as soon as he opened his mouth, any feasible positive thought of attraction or whatever it was that made you feel drawn for him for a second flew out the window.

It didn’t take long for him to identify the two of you, a sly smile covering his lips as he strode over, expensive dress shoes, ones that he bought by most likely overcharging his clients ten fold to support his wannabe lavish lifestyle, clicked across the concrete floor and as soon as he was standing in front of you, his eyes gazed down then slowly back up, making sure to up his sleaziness by checking you out. If punching someone in the face wasn’t illegal, Seo Changbin would be knocked out cold.

“Officers.”

The two of you refused to look in the eye, the pompous lawyer very much undeserving of your respect, let alone your attention. He chuckled when he noticed, readjusting his suit in an attempt to gain control over whatever this interaction was.

“Long time no see,” you replied with the fakest smile, gritting your teeth in resistance.

“How fortunate,” he fake pouted, completely matching your energy, “I’m not here for you today, I’m here for him.”

Felix crossed his arms and stood strong to keep his high standard of authority with Changbin.

“My client hasn’t said a word in 48 hours, so you need to let him go.”

Your best friend rolled his eyes as he said nothing, allowing him to walk passed as headed over to the investigation room. You could tell straight away that Felix was flat, another defeat he had experienced at the hands of this ruthless, douchebag, absolutely cock of a lawyer. It got under your skin even more each time. Nonetheless, maintaining a high standard of professionalism meant having the communication skills required to result in efficient or necessary outcomes. You placed a hand on Felix’s gripped wrist, opening it up and hoping he would take a deep breath.

“Felix come on,” you whispered, easily able to feel the lawyer's eyes burning into the side of your head, “we’ll get him next time.”

He shrugged you off, heading back to his desk and engrossing himself in paperwork. You knew not to take it personally, seeing as his frustration wasn’t with you, but rather with how Changbin always seemed to have the upper hand on the two of you.

Hyunjin was taking an awfully long time, especially since Changbin has already left the interrogation room, making a v line straight for you again. His stance was still cocky as hell, hanging up his phone call with the perfect timing so he could stand right in your face. His hair was parted on the side, bangs slicked back, exposing his forehead. His shoulders were wider than usual, arms bulging out of the jacket as his smirk sent a shiver down your spine. Fuck.

You were lying if you said that he wasn’t attractive, objectively speaking of course. He always had some kind of smoothness about him, even if it was arrogant, on some days, maybe when you were feeling vulnerable or frustrated, he was always something to look at. Wearing clothes that were way too tight was clearly a staple, but it’s not like you were complaining. If anything, the cocky persona, sometimes, was a little arousing. But then as soon as he opened his mouth, all of that perceived charisma and attraction disappeared.

“God it feels good getting them out unscathed.”

“Find somewhere else to gloat Changbin,” you scoffed, eyes fixated in the way his tie arched across his chest, “I’m not the person who made the arrest.”

“Oh I know, it makes me sad,” he fake pouted once more, “I kind of wish you were the arresting officer, could have spent more time working together.”

There was a slight pang in your chest at his words. You knew that he was joking, his sarcasm was impossible to not notice. He took a step even closer, now in your personal space. He raked another peek up and down, another god evil smirk plastering his lips. His look definitely did not go unnoticed. You took no pleasure in cowering away from him, standing strong and face tough because you knew better than to give him any benefit of the doubt that he would turn around and treat you with any kind of decency.

“Yeah well I’m not and you should know better than to interact with me if there aren’t any pressing cases or charges that I am involved in.”

“Yeah I know, which is why I am talking to you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, mind scrambling as you had quite literally no idea what on earth he could be talking about. There were no open cases of yours right now, and even if they were, it had been passed onto detectives as the severity of the cases were too much for an officer.

“Yeah, you know your T.O? How he was arrested for drug trafficking in front of the whole office last month? Yeah, well it turns out he asked me to defend him.”

The case sent you into a frenzy. Your T.O was the backbone on how you became the cop you were today. They got you through the trials and tribulations. Seeing a lot of gruesome things on the job was hard to conceptualize at first, but they were the first to comfort and assure you that things would be okay. When it was announced, 3 days before public knowledge, it broke your heart. Made you question everything that you thought you knew about policing. Therefore, for Changbin to bring up not only the arrest, but the fact that he was defending him was a low blow, even for him.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Of course. Earning the cop money is fucking great.”

You could feel the heat under the uniform rising rapidly, the mixture of stress at the mention of the anxiety induced name was not a good combination when standing in front of a person you already wanted to punch in the face solely for their existence.

“You shouldn’t be defending them.”

Changbin’s expression changed, the cocky arrogant facade of Changbin to one more serious, like he was offended by what you said. Here you go, accidentally offending his so-called morals and beliefs. Always more important to him than the actual law.

“And what gives you the right to tell me who I can and can’t defend?”

You rolled your eyes at his question. “Look, I know you like to defend the scum, but this is the lowest.”

“That’s why I did it. Cops are just the worst, and defending an ex cop is great to me, but let’s not get brash and cut straight to the chase. I need you for the case.”

The look on your face was priceless. The shock was real, and you were too busy processing his words to realize his hardness dropped, the arrogance disappearing when he saw the hurt pouring from your eyes. The atmosphere changed, and it was more of one where Changbin, shocking himself, felt guilt toward you.

“Like hell I’m defending that piece of shi-”

“Wait,” he interrupted, another expression, this one different, more like concern as he heard the slight strain of hurt in your vocals, “I feel bad asking, but they want you as a character witness.”

Your frustration was reaching a new point, boiling point coming up much sooner than you would have liked. A tear threatened to spill from your eyes as you quickly flicked it away, not wanting the pompous lawyer to see any form of vulnerability, to know he beat you. Every conversation with Changbin was a competition; sometimes you won, sometimes you lost. He placed a hand on your shoulder, wanting to comfort you in a way that wasn’t too personal and suspicious in a public place. However, for you this was personal, and anyone with half a brain cell knew that this would strike a very sensitive cord within you. The tension was thick, and it was a relief that you could see your rookie coming back over to break up whatever this moment was.

“Here,” Changbin took out his business card, “it has my phone number on it. If you agree to do it, we will have to have a meeting to go over things. You don’t have to, but they would greatly appreciate it.”

You said nothing, a light smile across your face as you let yourself fall into the dream that was Changbin’s gaze. You weren’t sure if it was the sudden calming, friendly demeanor and lack of goblin behavior that you didn't know he was capable of expressing, or the idea that the buttons on his shirt were getting tighter and tighter, the spaces between them getting bigger the longer he stood there. It was hard to form a word the more time you spent with him.

Hyunjin was back, finished loading the shop before you could continue your shit talking conversation. You coughed to adjust yourself, not wanting for Changbin or your rookie to see that he was under your skin.

“All ready boot?”

He nodded, a friendly smile as he followed you, grin disappearing as he noticed your vulnerable demeanor. Hyunjin stepped in front of you, feeling the need to protect you from him, and to close the already small space that the two of you were sharing. You pushed him aside, a weak smile on your lips as Changbin waited for you to answer.

“Let me think about it.”

He nodded, allowing you to leave and head to the car with Hyunjin. As you got into the passenger's seat your mind continued to race with two things. Partly your T.O, but mainly Changbin.

It was the first time that you had seen an almost human side to him. You weren’t sure what to call it, but it was encasing your mind, taking over all conscious parts of your brain. It was almost impossible to believe that a lawyer, especially a defense lawyer, actually felt bad for asking someone to help him with a case.

“Are you okay?”

Hyunjin snapped you out of deep thought, looking at you while driving to analyze your facial expressions.

“Eyes on the road boot, and yes I’m fine.”

A silence fell over the car, the lack of criminal activity responsible for that.

“Is something going on between you and the lawyer?”

You gave him a look of disgust, finding this a completely inappropriate question to ask a superior officer. Even though it wasn’t a completely ridiculous question to ask, it was obvious to a third party that there was something better. But you knew better than to have your rookie have the upper hand on you, especially when it came to your personal life.

“Why are you running your mouth, boot? You know who he is right?”

“Yes, I,” Hyunjin hesitated, worried that you were upset with him, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, adjusting yourself in the rather large seat. When it came to your personal life, especially when it wasn’t great it was easier to be this way. Cold, brash. It also seemed to be the way that Hyunjin learnt how to do things efficiently and easily.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I know I’m overstepping, but I saw the way he looked at you when your appearance changed. Like he really cared for you.”

“Hyunjin I swear to god,” you yelled, immediately getting defensive at his implication. Your tone was harsh, a prompt guilt coming over you as you continued to speak, correcting the tone of what and how you said it.

“He didn’t do anything that bad, and there’s nothing going on in between us.”

You paused again, looking around with the means of refusing any possible contact when talking about this sensitive subject.

“He asked me to testify in a case about my T.O.”

“The one that got arrested?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, feeling small even talking about it, “wants me to be a character witness for him.”

“That’s so rough, I’m really sorry.”

“Eh it’s not your fault. Enough about me, let’s focus on the road.”

The afternoon of patrol was easy, but your mind floated every once in a while to everything that surrounded Changbin. Hyunjin’s perception, Changbin’s own humane side coming out to comfort you, if you could even call it that. Whatever it was, it was something that you could not get out of your mind. On the contrary, you would never let something as miniscule as a mee defense lawyer get in the way of your high quality police work.

***

Patrol was over too soon, greeted by a smile from Felix once more as you saw him getting out of his shop and walking over to you.

“How was patrol?”

He said nothing, directing his hand to his rookie with one of the biggest drug dealers in the area. Your jaw dropped when you saw this large 6’5 300 pound man in cuffs.

“How on earth did you manage that?”

“He was sleeping,” Felix smirked, “had no idea we were coming. God some criminals are so dumb.”

“Nice work boot,” you nodded, helping him carry the man to be processed.

The processing was the easiest part. Finger prints, photos, and paperwork assessing the individual. Making sure they had no weapons on them; catching the cops was the hardest part. Processing and putting them in a holding cell was the most relaxing part of the job. Even the paperwork was more stressful.

The guy was being put in his cell, but it wasn't a rude surprise when you saw the man who was on your mind all day show up. He was bolting straight for the cops holding the perp, an agenda in his eyes as your irritation rose, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

“Woah Changbin,” you stepped in, standing between the struggling perp and Changbin, “what are you doing?”

“You need to let go of him, he is being unlawfully detained.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Because my client is under the influence, he does not understand his rights and you cannot keep him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his statement. He was dead serious, and there was no way you would stop this guy from being detained. He was well known for a while, and you weren’t going to let Changbin’s antics get in the way of this.

“This man is not showing any substances in his system, he needs to be processed.”

“And like I just said, he doesn’t understand his rights so uncuff him and let him go.”

“How would you know that?”

“Because I was across the street after visiting another client and I saw them put him in the car. He barely said yes when asked if he understood.”

“Okay but he said yes so what’s the problem?”

“Do I have to repeat myself? You’re also using unlawful force on my client.”

“Unlawful force?” you scoffed, “the guy is over 300 pounds.”

The responses were back and forth, way too quickly to react and way too difficult for someone to step in and diffuse the situation. Tempers were running high, and the longer the argument went on, the louder your voices became. Any leniency that you felt prior towards the pompous lawyer was diminished in an instant. Another officer stepped in, attempting to continue to put this man in the holding cell.

“It doesn’t matter, you need to let him out or I will report this as unlawful and you will lose your job immediately.”

“Are you serious? I-”

“What is this ruckus?”

The two of your heads snapped simultaneously once you heard the Sargeants voice.

“We are trying to detain a perp but ‘Mr. fancy pants’ here is obstructing us from doing so.”

“With all do respect sir this is an unlawful arrest I-”

Sargent Bang took another step forward, putting a hand in front to stop Changbin from talking. Due to the significant height difference, the lawyer backed down, clearly intimidated by Chan's demeanor.

“Mr. Seo, do I come to your office and tell you how to argue in court?”

“No,” he replied, an obvious defeat in his tone, “I don’t.”

“Then you need to get the hell out of my officer's face and you can make a claim in my office.”

The lawyer nodded, no words needed to be said as he followed the Sergeant upstairs and you lost your view of him. The beads of sweat were scattered across Felix’s forehead, a huge sigh of relief as he swiped a hand across, happy to have got him in the cell.

“Nice arrest,” you smirked.

“Yeah. Thanks for that.” He smiled back. But you knew better. There was a second look in his eyes, one that had an underlying meaning, another implication if you will, “I wouldn’t have been able to complete it if it wasn’t for you practically barking at him.”

You laughed, hard at his statement.

“That’s not true, and I feel like you need to spit out what you’re thinking.”

A sarcastic look of shock appeared on Felix’s face.

“Me?” he questioned, placing a hand on his chest in surprise shock, “when do I have something ever to say?”

“Spit it out.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, “you held your own, don't get me wrong. It’s just, I can’t help but feel like there’s some tension between you.”

“Tension?”

At first you were confused. Obviously there was tension, the two of you were yelling at each other for five minutes. You were pissed. How dare he try to embarass you in front of your fellow officers. Accuse you of malpractice. You would never do the same in front of his colleagues. It wasn't until you realized what the smolder behind his lips really meant, and it shook you to your core.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“What,” Felix shrugged, mumbling under his breath, “it’s not the first time I’ve noticed it.”

You shook your head, the thought sending you into a head spin. He couldn’t be right. You repulsed the man, despised him on every level.

Why was your head going straight to this morning, and the interaction before that, and the interaction before that. You had to walk away, space out in your office chair and involuntarily re-analyse every single conversation you had with this damn lawyer. God it was frustrating. Why was he playing so much in your mind? A man of such vulgar and despicable actions was clouding your judgment. It was impossible to do paperwork, concentrate on anything anyone had said. The thought of him, his face, hair, blazer jacket, shirt. That fucking white shirt. Your memory automatically scrolls to that one time the top button was undone. The way his jawline clenched when he took serious phone calls in the precinct. The way he was able to swoon other police officers into getting the information he needed. There was no reason for this, but it was becoming significant that all it took for you to spiral about the pompous lawyer was a gentle nudge in the direction from Felix.

“Hey.”

The voice, the last, yet first, person you actually wanted to even fix your eyes on was talking to you right now. This had to be a joke. It almost made you chuckle at the way he was standing over you at your desk; he probably loved it. Doing anything and everything he could to bring the worst out of you. And if he wasn’t going to apologize right now, he was going to do exactly that. His hand crept into your vision, veiny dorsal hands as his frame got closer and closer, hoping that you would acknowledge his presence, and not the other way round. You could see the look of Felix pretending to gasp at the lack of space between your bodies from the corner of your eye, leaving you even more reluctant to one, fuel your best friend and any other officers point, and two, actually converse with him.

“What do you want, Changbin?”

Your tone sounded very unenthusiastic, mouth, or throat, not having the energy to entertain the nonsense that was about to spew out of his mouth.

“I need an answer about testifying, for the other trial.”

“When do you need the answer?”

“Today at the end of shift.”

“Well then you’ll get my answer then.”

He moved away, running a frustrated hand through his hair at your stubbornness and unwillingness to cooperate.

“Can’t you just give me an answer now?”

“Hmm,” you stood up, clasping your finger upon your chin, looking ‘very’ deep in thought, after the way he just treated you, attempting to embarrass you, it wasn’t really in your mind to treat him with any care, “I just don’t feel like giving you an answer right now.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?” you raised your voice, smacking your hand down on the desk, causing the surrounding officers and personnel to stare straight on.

“What the fuck is my problem,” you took a step closer, aiming to get into the lawyers face, “You have the problem, not me.”

The bickering was at an all time high today. This was normal. Changbin used to find at least one officer to argue with, but the intensity of your heated discussions with him were always ten fold in comparison. Voices were always raised to a peak, fingers gripped in fists, it was practically a show for the precinct, and the officers looked every time; sometimes they were sad because the only thing missing was their popcorn.

The tension in this moment was high, but nothing you didn’t experience every single time this douchebag flashed his face in your place of work. Your eyes widened when you saw Sargent Bang standing behind Changbin from a distance, teeth gritted to end the conversation now, or there would be consequences for your actions. You gripped Changbin’s arm, dragging him around the corner, in front of the low-level weaponry kit room. The only people that walked past that part of the precinct in the middle of the day were police chiefs, and their visit was once a month; today was not that day.

“This is unlawful force on a civilian-”

“Shut up,” you interrupted, whispering as you finally let him go once you were out of frame from the others, “I don't want to make more of a scene and you are not going to be the reason I get fired.”

He scoffed at your remark, finding a sarcastic humor in it. He adjusted his suit jacket once more, patting down his suit and making sure he looked perfect as always. A single strand was out of place across his forehead, and you couldn’t lie, it was pretty adorable. Seeing him out of place in the slightest was like goosebumps on your skin.

“Well it wouldn’t be a problem if you just answered my question.”

The shrug he gave made you want to kick him in the knees. Hands on your hips, you stood there, waiting for him to actually pay attention to what you had to say.

“Look,” he whispered, facial expression of friendlessness back, “I know this must be hard for you.”

He paused, wanting to sense your reaction. Your muscles related to posture softened, eyes avoiding his gaze, yet feeling the need to guard yourself suddenly unnecessary. Conversing with Changbin was like having a concussion, sometimes painful, sometimes blissful, but you couldn’t lie and stay in denial that there was meaning behind this. A gravitational pull that rushed your towards him, and the gentle moments where showed his non-demonic angle was poking out and taunting you made the force greater each time. The sprinkles of generosity he showcased were something that you ate up everytime, and you hated it.

“It’s not that I don’t want to testify, because knowing you, I will be subpoenaed into doing it anyway.”

“No,” he interrupted himself with a laugh, “wait yeah actually I probably would.”

“Yeah that would piss me off, but I understand you would be doing your job. I guess I am somewhat appreciative that you gave me a heads up on it.”

He nodded, taking your mumbled graciousness as a win.

“What do you need me to do?”

He said nothing at first, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small card with his business, name, phone number and address to said business on it.

“Are you busy tonight after work?”

You followed through, fingers accidentally brushing fingertips with him when accepting the card. The two of you ignored the pull acting up once more. For some reason it felt better to not point it out. You shook your head in response, a small smile filling his lips as he was happy that he didn’t have to fight to get an answer he wanted.

“Great, swing past when you’re done here and we can move forward in your portion of the case.”

No reply was needed as he walked in a separate direction from yours, brain spinning once more as you sat down at your desk. It didn’t take long for your best friend to creep up on you and your rookie’s shared desk. An unwipeable smirk plastered his face as the two of them planned to gang up on you. Unfortunately for them, their plan was spotted from a mile away.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you smoldered, raising a hand to both of their faces in an attempt to silence them.

“I’m not saying anything,” Felix fanned himself as he spoke, “but the tension is hot hot hot.”

“Yeah I could feel it from-”

“Hyunjin, if you say one more word that contributes to this conversation I will write you up. Don’t forget I do daily evaluations on you.”

Hyunjin shrank back into his seat, a small ‘yes ma'am’ before he was back to focusing on his paperwork.

“He’s so into you it’s crazy.”

A small energy of satisfaction sparked through your body at his words. It had to be a joke. Why was a small part of you excited if that was the case?

“He’s not into me,” you brushed off, a smile threatening to spill across your face, “I have to testify as a character witness in the trial for my T.O”

“He’s representing them?”

“A check is a check, and I hate to admit it, but Changbin is one of the best criminal defense lawyers in this country.”

You got up, checking your watch and realizing that there wasn’t long until you had to head over. Yes it was a bit early, but what was the harm in going home, showering, fixing your hair, putting on some makeup and getting out of uniform?

“Hey,” Felix yelled, grabbing you by the arm to stop you from leaving for the day, “where are you going?”

“I’m going to Changbin’s office to get this over and done with. Don’t say anything, I’m just going to prepare for court and that’s it.”

“Mhm,” he nodded, not knowing it was possible for an action to be so sarcastic, “I’m sure it is.”

A frustrated scoff left your lips as you continued to go to the door. Felix was wrong, and you were determined to prove that his implications were false and just simply not the case at all. But not even you could convince yourself that Felix is wrong. Part of you didnt want him to be wrong, but the other part of you just wanted this to be in your past, and getting over and done with seemed like the first step in doing so.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“That isn’t much!”

You took a deep breath as your car parked. One more look at your appearance in the rearview mirror and you were good to go. You kept your outfit simple, jeans and a thin white long sleeve shirt with a small black leather jacket to accompany and counter the recent cold weather. Your hair was down, natural. The intention behind it was that it was a change. A calming nature and contrast to what he usually saw when at the precinct. The normal was hair slicked back in a bun as it was protocol to make sure all hair was out of your face, definitely not wanting your hair to obstruct any view while in pursuit.

The door was large, revolving, leaving you almost caught in between. The area was spacious, impressive, and looked like a big firm. You knew the other lawyers there, but not well enough to know by name. None of them were as much of a hassle as Changbin was. The guy at the reception looked concentrated yet approachable, giving you no trouble as his attention turned to you once your approach at the desk was certain.

“Hi, how are you today?”

“I’m great thanks,” you smiled, a sudden streak of nerves enticing your body, “I’m here for an appointment with Mr. Seo.”

It took a few clicks on his computer before he realized who you were.

“Ah, you must be officer Y/l/n. You really do a number on lawyer Seo hey?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in a polite way, “I do?”

“Every time he comes back from the station, and he’s spoken to you, it’s all he talks about.”

“And I’m going to fire you for saying false information like that.”

Your head snapped at his voice, smooth as honey, and fake, when talking to the receptionist. He shrugged, chuckling because he knew that Changbin had been completely caught; but he was too swift, and stubborn, to admit that it was true. His eyes, as per usual, were fixated up and down, moving back and forth as they glued to your figure, an extra second spent too long before he made eye contact with you. Changbin put a hand out, in invitation to lead you down the rather long hallway to his office. The room was nice. Marble desk, swirly chair, off white walls; if you ever had your own office, you would want it to look exactly like this.

Changbin closed the door behind you, showing you to your chair as he stood behind it, patiently waiting for you to sit down. He lingered behind, thumbs grazing the clothed skin of your shoulder as he looked down over your head while taking your jacket off and pacing it behind your chair, easy access to your chest. You rolled your eyes; perv. His proximity made you nervous, and you didn’t know why, but that familiar gravitational pull was something you very much liked to deny from a cognitive perspective.

“So Ms. y/l/n, y/n, can I call you that?”

“Sure,” you replied sarcastically, looking down at your fingers, fidgeting as you became more restless the longer he took to reply, forcing the two of you to sit in silence. God this was uncomfortable. Why was he dragging this out? Every second was torture for you. This was supposed to be one and done. Go to court and never have to work with this prick or to never see your T.O again. If anything it was making you angry. He knew that this was painful for you, yet he refused to move ahead.

“Can we start?”

“Yes of course,” he nodded, maintaining a serious facial expression as he opened up his notebook on his desk, “do you have any questions before we start?”

“How long is this going to take?”

“As long as necessary.”

He paused, again, seeming to be for dramatic effect, “Is that going to be a problem?”

“No,” you gulped, the sound of his pen clicking immediately making you anxious, “of course not.”

Your replies to the next few questions were short, but not abnormal as they were very closed ended questions. Changbin fixed his posture every few seconds, forearms flexing through his shirt while writing down his notes. It was somewhat frustrating that you had to multitask on so many things at once. His questions, making sure you were giving correct information. The way he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows to free up his caged arms. The veins. His lips. The deep voice coming out. Recalling events. To say you were getting overwhelmed was an understatement. He noticed your change in demeanor as soon as he freed himself, and for once in naivety, the emotion he felt was concern. He put the pen down, noticing that you needed a break from the lack of eye contact you were giving him. Although he hated your guts for most of the time, he didn’t want you to perceive him as a monster. It was sensitive stuff; everyone has a special relationship with a T.O. They show you the rope of everything, and they are there for you after intense crime scenes. The partnership was sensitive, and for it to blow up in your face was a shock to the system. He knew better than to rub salt in the seeping wound.

“We can take a break if you want. Can I get you anything?”

Your head snapped back up, a fake smile plastered on your face in an attempt to be polite and hide the discomfort that was going over the case with a comb, as well as the shock from his failure to make fun of you for once.

“Water and a break would be great.”

Changbin nodded, getting up from his seat and walking over to the water cooler in his office. Neat, but definitely obnoxious and just a ruse to show off how much money he made. And to think you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. Your impatience, and frustration was growing with each moment. Placing the water cup in front of you, he resumed his seat, taking a nice long sip of his cool refreshment.

“Right, where were we?”

His eyebrows furrowed, a sign of concentration as he thought about his next line of questioning.

“How many more things do we need to go over?”

He smirked, “already keen to get out of here?”

“Well,” you scoffed, “it’s kind of something that I want to get over and done with.”

His jaw clenched, “well it’s not that simple.”

“Yeah I know that I-”

“I don’t think you do. See, it’s my duty to give him the best possible case as he is paying me big bucks to get him the best outcome possible.”

“Yeah we know how much you love money,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?”

“No nothing,” you shook your head vigorously, “well no not nothing. I just said we know how much you love money, you can’t help but always flaunt it at the station.”

He chuckled at your sarcastic yet honest response.

“Let’s just continue so we can get this over with.”

A pit of relief panged in your chest at his words, Changbin now finally has the same mentality as you. His phone rang, but he denied, quickly, shocking you in disbelief. He noticed your change in appearance, unsure why you reacted the way you did.

“What’s that look?”

“No nothing, you just, I’ve never seen you decline a phone call before.”

He smirked, nothing else.

“What can I say? You’re a special client.”

“I am?”

He immediately regretted the implications of those words. He really should have thought before he spoke, because the sentiment went straight to your head. Your ears felt hot, and suddenly the gravitational pull was very much noticeable again. You shifted in your seat, leaning forward; why not have some fun with it? Maybe it would ease the uncomfort you were experiencing. The white top you wore was low cut, something that you failed to mention, and remember, but sparked your memory once Changbin’s eyes dropped immediately. All you were doing was leaning forward, grabbing your cup, and sloppily drinking, a few droplets ‘accidentally’ falling onto your shirt. The white material helped you push your rebellion across, which ultimately did the complete opposite for him. He was now the one shifting in his seat, comfort somewhat observable as it was his turn to avoid your gaze.

“Ok so were you part of the drug trafficking ring?”

The smug expression on your face dropped instantly.

“Obviously not.”

“Well how is it obvious?”

“Through the evidence?”

“The evidence,” he paused, smug in his own arrogance, “is not in your favor. You know he has tried to pin a lot of it on you, right?”

His words triggered something in you; something ugly. You got up out of your seat, walking around and standing over him. How dare he say that? Even if he was just saying it to get your reaction, it was, for you, crossing the line.

“That’s why I’m not the one who got arrested. What are you trying to imply?”

He turned in his chair, legs spread open in the biggest manspread known to man as he continued to smirk. Fuck, you should be mad. You should be fuming at his accusations, smugness, cockiness. What was he trying to imply? Changbin tricked you into thinking that you would be a character witness. Silly you for thinking he actually was capable of caring for you, making sure you didn't get thrown under the bus when persecuted.

“Nothing?,” he scoffed, feigning ignorance laced in his tone, “What’s your problem?”

Your laugh was loud, indicating that your frustration had reached its boiling point. That fucking question again.

“My problem? What is yours? You walk into the precinct, act like you know everything and treat the officers with little to no respect, then you obstruct a detainment? What makes you think you are so entitled that you can just talk to everyone the way you want? And to top it off, you want to switch the charges and pin me, a rookie at the time, for the crimes committed?”

Your breath was raised high, out of breath from the absolute serving Seo Changbin just got from you. A huge weight lifted off of your chest, finally getting what had been lying on your chest for years off of it. He got up and walked around his desk and stood in front of you, very much in your personal space; with an unimpressed look to say the least. How dare you question his practice, his ability to prosecute and defend as a lawyer. It was, in his eyes, this most abhorrent thing a person could do, especially an authority figure of similar position. You were, however, too stubborn to back down, chest puffed and fists pumped up, nails digging into your palms to prevent yourself from doing something you would regret.

“You think you know me so well huh?”

“I think I do.”

“If you did then you would know I’m not trying to get you convicted. I’m doing the opposite?”

Yeah right.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Of course I don’t want you to be a part of this, I want you to be as far away.”

“Why would you say something like that then? Accusine me? Do you just never think before you speak?”

The pompous lawyer didn’t answer straight away. The continuous cycle of confusion, anger, lust on repeat was sending you into a headspin. You couldn't keep up, but at the time, you were beginning to find the root of the reason you felt that cursed gravitational pull towards the man in front of you. As soon as his voice softened, so did you. Digits by your sides as opposed to dug in your palms, shoulders relaxed. Changbin was also standing very close to you. It was the first time you truly were able to take in his features. Thick, slicked up hair, tiny strands that had obviously been styled in a certain way that trickled over his forehead. The textureless surface area of his skin, the darkness of his eyes, you could have sworn his pupils were dilated, the color becoming darker and darker the longer he looked at you. His lips were in a whole different ball game. Very pink, very big, the hyperfixation was instant. Your eyes flicked between his lips and his own gaze, leaving you completely unsure where to look.

“I,” he sighed, pausing before making sure what he said came out the right way, “I don’t want you to get hurt. Fuck,” he paused again covering his face with his hands for a brief moment before standing even closer to you, “I want to make sure you’re okay and you don’t get caught in the crossfire.”

The atmosphere of the room had suddenly changed again, and now, you could not keep your eyes off of the pompous lawyer. He was pulling you in this time, hard, but contrary to the other times you experienced a similar sensation, you were finding it really difficult to find a way out.

“So rather than criticizing me, help me. Help me get through this how you would if you were me.”

The telekinesis was impactful, and no scientific theory or rationale could explain what followed, because the next thing you remembered was Changbin’s grip on your hips, pushing you forcefully to sit on the edge of his desk as he leaned forward and crashed his lips against yours. The energy was magnetic, and the normal part of you was saying what is happening right now, you should pull away, and you had the thought to do so.

But it’s merely a thought that flies into your consciousness then back into the unconsciousness. His lips felt too good, hands now gripping your face as his tongue entered your mouth. The kiss was slow, the intention to envelop him, take in as much as possible. His movements were delicate, yet simultaneously precise as his hands traveled to your behind, grabbing as much ass as possible, breaking away before whispering a quick ‘wrap your legs around me’ and lifting you up, pinning you against the back of his office door. It did slip in your mind for a brief moment that you were in a public setting and not the luxury of your home. It was just that however, like the others, a passing thought as his hips pinned you against the wooden frame, fingertips soothingly soaring against the sides of your torso as he lips left your own, littering across your jaw, up to your ear lobe, a thick stripe of the pomppus lawyer’s DNA coating the skin from the base of your neck to the tip of your ear lobe. There was nothing organized about the movements that occurred, partly because the navigation was unclear and he wasn’t a usual partner. But the main rationale was the increasing desperation that filled the tiny, gaping air that was closed each moment your lips moved in unison. As soon as his hands gripped your body, traveling down your sides and back to your ass; god he loved your ass.

Whether he would admit it or not, his mind went crazy everytime you walked away from him, mad or not. Conversation or no interaction at all. Changbin always wanted to see it, feel it, the texture of how the skin would feel in his hands, clothed or unclothed; he didn’t give a fuck. Changbin was grateful if there was any time in his life that he would get to experience it, and it was blowing his mind that it was happening. But, in the grace of it all, he was too stubborn, as per usual, to show that he wasn’t freaking out that this was actually happening. He wanted to be cool in front of you. He would rather get hit by a bus than admit that the feelings he had for you were something that were there every time he laid his eyes on you.

You could feel the subtle hard on across your groin, a gentle gasp escaping your lips and falling into his mouth as he acknowledged your reaction, gently grinding his hips against you, the friction only making your hornier as he pulled away, your hands leaching onto the buckle of his pants, the desperation clouding your efficacy to take it off in one swift motion. Changbin chuckled as he pulled away, unable to smirk as he was too desperate to worry about the lack of skill. His pants were off, and now it was your turn for a piece of clothing to be removed; and he wasn’t swift either.

Fuck buttons and belts, buckles, zippers, anything that was put on clothes which, for you to in this moment, seemed to only be put onto clothing to makes things more difficult. Changbin was able to undo the zipper and button on your jeans, helping the thick material pool at your ankles before he dropped to his knees for a brief moment to lift your ankles to help you discard them completely. Both pairs of bottoms were in a pile on the floor mixed together, maybe a metaphor for what was about to happen. Changbin’s jacket was easy to take off, and he cared too little to be meticulous with a basic white dress shirt, biceps bugling barely as he effortlessly ripped his shirt, the noise of the buttons hitting the hard surfaces of the office, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. His chest was heavy, pecs already 4 dimensional on his chest but Changbin needed no time as he was just too fucking hungry for you. Yearning, lusting, you name it. Changbin being out of breath was such a barrier to pick you up again, your back now lying against the contrasting cool surface of the marble desk as he hovered over you, another sensual kiss against your lips as his trails extended.

“Fuck,” he growled, primal like, “you have too many fucking clothes on.”

An annoyed sigh left your lips, “well that’s not my fault is it.”

He ignored your attitude. Changbin wanted to just rip it off, but he knew better than to let you leave with the clothing you did not come in with. His hands were now swift, wanting to focus on nothing else but your naked body. Changbin bit down on his bottom lip when he noticed your lack of chest undergarment.

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Jesus,” he paused, an extended trail of kisses descending down your body, past your neck, lingering on your chest, a quick flick of the nipples with his tongue that involuntarily made your back arch as he continued, eyebrows furrowed with concentration as he got to your panties. Your breath hitched a little when he got there, teeth teetering on the edge as he pulled them down, legs straight and the gentle bumpy texture of his teeth dancing across your legs as he finally got off the last obstacle of clothing. Changbin couldn’t help but bring a hand to his length as he gently palmed himself, completely mesmerized and aroused out of control at the current view he was looking at you. The temperature of your face was immediately as his eyes ogled over your very naked body. Fuck. It was so hot to see him like this. Speechless, no comebacks. You could tell that he wasn’t thinking much, which oddly turned you on so much. It was something you truly were not used to.

“Stand up for me.”

The four words came out of mouth abruptly, switching positions as he sat down, practically drooling as your ass moved with each step, titties bouncing in unison with each movement. All he could think about was how hard they bounced if you were on top of him. How easily he’d be able to move his hands with your ass as you rode him, took him from behind. His mind was racing even more, and now he was back at square one: too overwhelmed and much too aroused to form a comprehensive thought of what to do to you.

“You’re so different.” you whispered, not wanting to catch him off guard.

“I am?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, heavy, hands beginning to roam across your waist, breathing through slightly gritted teeth, “usually you have so much to say.”

His gaze was so lustful, heavy, you couldn’t help but touch yourself. Your fingers attached to your left hand traced along your inner thigh, legs gently shuddering. If you were being honest, it kind of scared you how much something as simple as a stare could do to you. Your index and middle finger traced along your pussy lips, a desperate moan escaping your lips when the tip of your digit accidentally brushed the bareity of your clit. You thought you could handle the game; you usually did. But this was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and there was no going back after this.

Changbin was also desperate, scrolling forward on his chair and reaching for your hips, steadying himself before his palms separated. One had pitching your left nipple and the other sliding on either side of your core, pussy lips trying to escape his digits. It was easy for him, seeing as your core was already a slip n’ slide, fingers practically begging and soaking up any sense of friction they could get.

“Stop teasing,” you gritted, small hitches in your wind at each possible moment of touch.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, adjusting his fingers without warning, tips attaching to the nub like a magnetic force. A much larger, breathier moan falls from the tight crevice that is your lips as Changbin gets closer to your torso, mouth latching onto the previously excluded nipple. The lawyer execution wasn’t perfect, and if this was the third or fourth time the two of you had been intimate, it most likely wouldn’t have felt as good.

At that stage, however, things were different. The tension from the lack of physical intimacy was the sole reason his fingers felt so good. This may, in the present moment be due to the short circuiting of your brain from the man’s fingers and lips, feel like something that just sparked out of the blue. Random. Out of nowhere; but anyone could tell that that was nothing but a crock of shit.

This was a culmination of all the times you disagreed, agreed, yelled, whispered, cared, lusted, hated, liked, loved? Even the way you looked at him when he would walk into that precinct with his very tight suits and heavy briefcases. The times Felix would nudge you to keep it down when the two of you would argue in front of the other officers, even the sergeant. The more you argued, the more care there was, even if it was illustrated as hatred. The opposite of hatred is indifference, not love, and there was nothing indifferent about the situation you found yourself to be in.

Changbin couldn’t think straight. There were times he thought about it too. Whether it was when he woke up in the morning, preparing a case of a perpetrator that you arrested. He felt like an idiot, because all he wanted to do now was touch you. There was no instruction, no structure to how he was doing it, just rubbing your clit and sucking on your nipples, teething the hardened nubs was the way to go. Changbin thought he would have so much more composure, but the moment your clothes were discarded was the moment he knew he was in trouble, because the images he visualized in his head were not even closer than how sexy he imagined you to be.

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, hips forming a gentle rhythm on his digits, your own hand running up and down his arm soothingly, “feels so good.”

“Yeah you like it?”

“Yes I-oh my god.”

You interrupted your own sentence when you found two of his fingers at your entrance. Slow, calloused textured fingers scratching your walls as he began to pump. He stood up simultaneously, slightly bent over to make sure that his fingers would remain consistent in depth while adjusting to the height difference. His thumb that belonged to the same hand reamiend on then sensitive numb, the three fingers creating a collective come hither motion. You took a few steps back, finding stability in the wooden cabinet behind you as Changbin’s fingers picked up in pace. He was still a cognitive mess, no craft to his skill, but it seemed to be more than fine for you. He analyzed your behavior. Lids fluttering on the brink of shutting, jaw slightly agape with sinful moans and groans disclosed, and your left hand groping your own breast.

On the contrary, you were just as overwhelmed, unable to speak, those unorganized noises the only indication of how his fingers were making you feel. Fuck, you were already so sensitive, and the fact that he was already hitting the fleshy mound inside your pussy with his fingers only aroused you tenfold, knowing that his cock would be just as effortless in doing so. Your eyes wanted to roll, reach the back of your head. You never knew that something so simple as someone’s fingers could make you feel this good. Your hips spasmed, walls already clenching around him as you knew that you were getting close.

“Shit,” Changbin groaned, that god awful yet fucking sexy smirk appearing, “you’re close, aren’t you?”

“No,” you mumbled, not wanting him to give you the satisfaction of knowing he made you feel like pure heaven, “b-barely.”

You could feel his hard on pressed against the top of our leg, itching at your hip bone which gave you the idea to take the heat off of you for a moment. Yes, it was like walking into the gates of hell to give him the gratification that he was bringing you to orgasm, but really, it was because you didn’t want it to stop. If you could have just stopped lying to yourself about how much arguing with this man turned you on, that you could have been in this predicament much earlier. Then again, maybe if it did happen earlier, the arousal of his simple touch wouldn’t impact you as much, and that would be no fun, would it?

Your hands, for the first time tonight, began to travel, snaking past his arms and right to where he wanted you. Changbin hissed, lips pressed against the side of your face as a deep groan bellowed from his chest.

“Fuck,” he hissed, the gentle grating of your hand against his clothed crotch taking him by surprise. You too, were in surprise at how big he felt. The visual was one thing, but you were always one for tactile senses. Your thumb slipped over the tip, the brief wetness that you assumed to be his precum easily felt. The muscles in your legs were getting tighter and tighter, and it was proving that rubbing Changbin’s cock wasnt enough to distract him from making you cum.

“Fuck I’m really c-close,” you whine, the pompous lawyer covering your mouth to prevent the crescendo of your voice project outside the 4 walls. He withdrew his fingers from your words, your bodies falling slightly limp and weary at the way you already were craving him, orgasm that was on the brim very cruel. Your hips were gripped once more, placing you to sit atop of his desk and he made no hesitation to slip his boxers off and let his cock spring free of what, to him, was torture. A very obvious gas came from your lips, still taken aback of how girthy he was. A nervous gulp followed, unsure if he would be able to fit. He could see the expression of concern. His hands cupped your cheeks, pressing another gentle kiss before they traveled back to his favorite spot, your hips.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, running his thumbs in a forgiving fashion against your hip bones, “just tell me to stop if you want to. I won’t be mad.”

You looked shyly into his eyes, nodding as you grabbed him by the base of his cock. A deep breath hollowed from hips at how your hands felt on him. God he had dreamed of this so many times. He would fixate on them every time he walked into the precinct. How such delicate hands could do such filthy things; it truly turned him on so much. The complexity of your character did too. You weren’t like other people that he had the pleasure of interacting with. No book that you could read by its cover. It was impossible, but maybe that's why he felt so drawn to you. He liked a challenge. He was a lawyer after all, and as much as he fantasized, unconsciously, about how you would look in such sinful positions, he was still able to simultaneously appreciate you and your character from afar, even when his presence wasn’t always appreciated by you in return.

“Your hands,” he chuckled, almost sounding nervous, “they feel so good.”

It was finally YOUR turn to smirk, getting him where you wanted him. Although you liked to do nothing more than torture him, a guilt would rise in your chest and you know it. By this point, it was obvious that both of you pined for each other, so the games of taunting and teasing, mind fucking were irrelevant, unnecessary. The main thing that you wanted was to get your brains fucked out, and Changbin wanted nothing more than to give that to you. You took your hand away, allowing the man himself to line up with your hole, before gently prodding at the entrance, effortlessly and to your surprise plunging his cock into your pussy. It was a loud noise, the squelch of your highly aroused cunt leaving the pompous lawyer's cock sucked in like a vacuum. Your arms, without thought, wrapped around Changbin’s neck, pulling him closer to truly feel as much of him as you could.

“Jesus fuck,’ he chuckled, beinging to pull out slowly, “this is the juiciest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

The sentence made you moan, hips wiggling to keep as much of his length inside of you as he gently moved back and forth. If anyone else spoke like this to you, the next action would most likely be a slap in the face. Compliment or not, it was so hot the way Changbin’s words fell from his lips without thought. Even when the two of you shared heated discussions it was the same. Words, harsh, soft, anything he said was without thought. But this moment was when you liked it best, because as he continued to pull in and out of you, the corrupt compliments just continued to spell out, belongings beginning to fall off his desk with each thrust. It was usually something you hated, but maybe now, you could manipulate it to your own benefit.

“Jesus christ,” he continued to repeat over and over, hands gripping your ass as he used your body to grind into you, “I love how wet your pussy is for me.”

“Me too baby,” you moaned back, unable to help yourself, “I never knew it could get this wet.”

“Only for me,” he growled, partly out of breath, “this pussy belongs to me.”

There was no point in even refuting what he said. If he was going to make it scream like this every time he was near it from now on, he can have it. No one had ever made you feel this good. Electricity was flying the longer his skin made contact with yours. Maybe it was partly hallucinations from your sex brain, but you didn't care, nothing would ever equate to this, and no one could ever have such a pull on you than the man in front of you. Changbin had acquired some confidence, because he began to move with much vigor, cock feeling harder and harder the longer he was inside of you. It didn’t take long for him to find the previous spot that he was able to hit with his fingers, your eyes almost popping out of your head when he did, your own hand coming to your mouth and biting on your fingernails as he did, a poor attempt to suppress the roaring sounds that cut down from your lips, surely enough to alert whoever else was in the building. It took him a matter of milliseconds for him to notice, a hand leaving your body and clasping your wrist, forcing you to straighten your fingers as he pushed them inside your mouth. It was now his turn for his eyes to bulge out of his head, a whole new level of turned on as he watched each knuckle on the two of your fingers disappearing past your lips. He stood still, forgetting about his cock and fixating on nothing but the way your fingers were coated heavily from such a simple action

“Fuck me,” he scoffed, “I didn’t think you could get any sexier.”

Your eyes ogled as you looked up at him, lips forming into a pour around your tips as they withdrew from your mouth. Before you even had the chance, Changbin was already redirecting your fingers to your own core, spreading your pussy lips far as your fingers dragged to them, a teeth gritted sigh coming from the pompous lawyer as he picked up his pace. All he could do was stare, solely focused on how your center got wetter and wetter. The way your pussy hole was now clenching and double the pleasure from tow spots. Fuck, he didn’t care about his own pleasure, because all he could think was how magical your pussy was.

You were so hot and bothered by the way Changbin’s mouth dropped when he watched you flick your own clit, fingers brushing the base of cock once every few thursts as he continued to fuck you out of your mind relentlessly.

“Oh god,” you whined, not even caring about how loud the combination of sounds must have been to one walking by, “so fucking good.”

“I fucking bet,” he chuckled, tongue slipping over his tongue lip, “if you’re pussy keeps getting wetter I won’t be able to help myself.”

“Fuck, what do you mean?”

He suddenly picks up his pace to an all time speed, unable to control himself physically and verbally.

“I’ll have no choice,” he grunts, using all of his might to bury his cock inside of you, “I’ll have to cum in you.”

Oh no. This is bad. Changbin doesn’t know this, but he's unlocked one of your deepest rooted desires. You immediately attack his lips as soon as his sentence concludes, not wanting him to say anything else. You knew it was bad, but there is no way you would ever say no to letting him fill you to the brim.

“Do it,” you whispered, forehead meeting as your gaze fixed on him, “cum in me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes baby, fill me up with your load.”

“Oh fuck,” he wined, his first high pitch of the night, “whatever you want.”

Your hips inched off his desk, giving him easier access to control you, giving yourself up to him in every way possible. Holy fuck were you about to bust yourself at any minute. Seeing the longing want and need to finish in you being an option was driving him wild.

“Oh my god Y/n,” he whispered, “I can’t hold it back any longer.”

“That’s okay baby just do it.”

“Do it?”

“Cum in me,” you whined, “I know you filling me up will make me cum so hard.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah baby do it.”

“I’ll cum in you.”

“Yeah cum in me.”

The back and forth with no room to breath in between was spilling you over the edge, and so was it for Changbin. His face was contorting more and more with each second, knowing he was going to blow his load any minute.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he continued to whine, unable to look anywhere else except your gaze before finally reach his high, pulling himself out completely except for tip, able to watch the way each load blew straight into your pussy. A heavy breath filled your lungs as the warmth of his seed tipped over the edge, hips bucking uncontrollably as it dribbled out, Changbin also spasming before gently pushing himself back in, the two of you using each other to ride out the peak of your orgasms.

Your chest heaved simultaneously, the sounds of such heavy breaths the only noise filling the room as he pulled out, the motion causing you to whimper and already crave his touch once again. Changbin looked around, finding the box of tissues that fell off of his desk in the midst of things, cleaning the trail of his remains that was currently spilling down your leg. A small giggle erupted from your lips as you watched his aim with such delicacy and poise.

“What?” He smiled.

“Nothing,” you smiled in return, his grin becoming infectious, “I’ve just never seen you move so carefully before.”

“Hey I can be gentle!”

“Can you though?”

You pointed at your hips, already discolored in light shades of purple. He ignored your gesture, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the pile of clothes that was once an obstacle, handing it back with much of a haste.

“We still have to work on the case, you know.”

“We can’t make another appointment?”

“Well no because I think 85% of the office would have heard that and it would look very suspicious if you just left.”

“I don’t think it matter if they heard, they’re still gonna know we fucked.”

“Jesus christ y/n,” he scoffed, “don’t fucking start with me now.”

“What?”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“How?”

“The more you argue with me, the more I want to fuck you over and over again.”

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kangaracha · 5 days

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changbin + eclipse for @amyyscorner

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"It's about to happen," you say, your eyes turned to the curve of the sun in the sky.

"Hold on, there are ants-" You can hear shuffling on the blanket next to you; a squeak of indignation that is far too high-pitched for him to be proud of, and then the snap of a plastic lid. "Ah, get out, stop it-"

Reluctantly, you glance down, watching as he slaps away several ants from the edge of the blanket. "They're just little ones," you say with a grin that exposes the laugh you're holding back between your teeth. "Look at the sun, or you're going to miss it."

You pick his glasses up off the blanket next to you, holding them out for him to take and watching with disbelief as he turns them over and puts them on upside down. "I feel fashionable," he says as he looks at you, his head cocked to the side like he knows exactly how funny he's being. "Do you think I should wear these all the time?"

You snort, reaching out to take them off his face again. He leans in so that you can reach easier, lips pressed together in a satirical impression of a model on a catwalk. "This whole thing is going to happen exactly once, and you're going to miss it because you're goofing around with the glasses." You flip the offending item over in your hands and place them back on his face, tucking his hair gently behind his ears with the frame of the glasses.

"I'm looking," he insists, and turns towards the sky as if to prove his point, eyes fixed directly on the sun as if that is his only focal point. His hand betrays him only a few seconds later, reaching past the space between you to lace your fingers together and squeezing gently.

You hide your smile, and the myriad of comments you could make just to goad him into flirting with you again, and look up at the sky, the brilliant blue that is slowly fading into the purple and grey of twilight, the sun that curls in on itself to make way for the dark circle of the moon as it seeks to dominate the heavens. With every minute that passes, the world grows quieter, the air stilling and a darkness that isn't night nor dusk nor day settling over the land.

"This is really weird, isn't it?" Changbin asks in a hushed voice, leaning closer to you as if he's afraid to break the eerie silence that has fallen.

You watch as the shadow slides across the sun, its halo forming in the rays that expand from its edges. "It's beautiful."

"You're beautiful." The words sound like they blurt right out of his mouth unbidden, cutting you off so abruptly that you feel like your heart misses a beat. Or maybe that is just the butterflies in your stomach, or the shiver that runs down your spine at the squeeze of his hand in yours. You glance over to find him staring at you with a look you're too scared to describe as adoration or yearning - whatever it is, it is only for you, as if the rest of the world has melted away from his field of view.

"You're missing it," you tell him, pointing at the sky, and behind the goofy glasses, his eyes crinkle.

"I've seen everything I came here to see," he says. Not once does he look up at the sky.

You can feel the blush that spreads across your cheeks. You know he sees it too, by the sly grin that spreads across his face. "Cute," you say, as if your voice doesn't waver at the end, as if you can look away any more than he can. "But it's a once in a lifetime kind of thing, you know, you should really-"

"Can I kiss you?" he says over the top of whatever sensible nonsense you're babbling. "I'd rather kiss you."

The invitation is so bold that you stutter in the middle of your speech, the end of your sentence dropping off abruptly. His mouth curves in a wild grin - you lean in without even thinking about it, determined to wipe that smug smirk off his face - you could kiss him at any time, and he thinks right at this moment, when your attention should be busy elsewhere, is the perfect time to-

The sky goes dark as his lips press against yours, his hands sliding over your skin as he draws you in closer. His mouth is warm, the taste of that stupid candy he'd been eating still clinging to his lips - even when his fingers dig in the skin of your thigh, he is gentle, questioning every move so carefully that it's a wonder he had the courage to ask at all. You don't have time to ponder it though; he kisses you, and the sky goes dark, and time stands still, and-

And this is all there is, for a moment, just him and you and the damp grass and the halo around the moon in the sky. A once in a lifetime kind of thing. The only kind of thing you'll ever need.

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stayteezdreams · 4 months

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Snowball Fight

Plot: Changbin takes snowball fights a little too seriously...

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Nothing I can think of!

Words: ~0.7k

You, Han, Lee Know and Changbin laughed at the tiny snowman army you had created as you decorated them with sticks and pebbles. The other's created their own snowmen, snow angels and forts nearby. The recent snow had inspired all of you to take a break and come out and frolic, so to speak.

Too distracted by your snowman building, you were unaware of the attack being conspired behind you.

When you were suddenly hit in the shoulder by a large snowball, you spun around in alarm. Seungmin cackled at your face, proving himself to be the culprit behind the sudden attack.

"Ya!" Changbin suddenly yelled, having witness this.

He stomped in front of you, putting on what you have referred to his 'protective boyfriend stance' as he pointed threateningly at Seungmin.

Seungmin only laughed more at Changbin's reaction as you spotted Han and Lee Know quickly making snow balls nearby. Getting the hint, you slowly started to form your own as Changbin yelled empty threats at Seungmin.

Another snowball flew towards you, hitting Changbin in the thigh. Seeing Felix giggling nearby, Changbin only became more overexcited before he began forming a snowball.

"You wanna fight!? Huh!?"

You giggled at his over the top behavior, "Changbin, relax!"

He looked back at you with a wide-eyed stare, "I'm just protecting your honor!"

You chuckled as you handed him a snowball, "Then do it with this before you lose your voice."

His expression molded into one of amusement as he quickly turned and ran towards Seungmin, before pelting him with the snowball and giggling almost maniacally.

The park you had been in turned into a battleground as a full blown war seemed to break out. Alliances formed and broke just as quickly. You, Han and Hyunjin spent a good five minutes hiding from the others before Lee Know eventually found you with a shovel full of snow.

Now, as you stood at the edge of the park, you tried desperately to catch your breath after you narrowly escaped a run-in with Chan.

Seeing Changbin nearby, you watched him for a moment as he chased after I.N. Suddenly, a snowball collided with his face causing the white powder to explode like a firework from the impact.

You were unable to refrain from laughing in surprise at the sight.

Changbin, after recovering from the shock, turned to see you laughing. As his face turned to one of offense, you placed your hand over your mouth.

"Why are you laughing?!"

You repressed a giggle, "I-I'm sorry!"

He pointed at you dramatically, "Traitor!"

"Wha-Ah!" Before you could defend yourself, Changbin began charging at you. You yelled back at his desperately as you ran away, "I said I was sorry!"

"Too late!" He yelled through a laugh as he caught up with you. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he picked you up into the air, causing you to yell out in surprise.

Lying you down somewhat gently in a pile of snow, he began throwing handfuls of it at you as he seemingly tried to bury you. You fought back as you threw and kicked snow at him in return.

Your actions only stopped when you both suddenly heard yelling coming closer.

Looking to your left you saw Lee Know, Seungmin, Han and Chan running towards the two of you with snowballs.

You and Changbin exchanged an alarmed glance that not only held a pact of truce, but a silent agreement to run.

Changbin took your hand and pulled you to your feet before the two of you ran away in amusement and fear.

Changbin forgot about your betrayal, and once again turned into your protective boyfriend as he shielded you from the onslaught of snowballs being pelted towards you. And as you hid behind a bench you formed snowball after snowball for the two of you to return fire with.

The original plan to spend an hour or two out in the snow turned into half a day. And though most of you ended up catching a cold, none of you regretted it.

xx End xx

Honestly, I didn't have much of an idea for this, or how to end it, but I hope you liked it anyways! lol

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Stray Kids + Changbin Taglist: @laylasbunbunny, @skz1-4-3, @prettymiye0n, @thunderous-wolf, @dlmlufics, @thedistractedwriter, @lieutenantn

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 1 year

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Show Me Your Affection| Seo Changbin

Summary: Changbin just wants his lover's affection, and you want his

Warnings: not proof read, super fluffy (can cause heart failure)

Notes: gn!reader who likes cuddles with binnie/ 1170 words

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Just hold me.

Your words caught Changbin's attention as he sat on your shared bed, leaning against the headboard as he scrolled through his phone. He lifted his eyes to yours, watching as you crawled into the bed and towards his lap. Not even a little surprised, he puts his phone down on the pillow beside him and opens his arms wide, waiting for your body to press against his own.

You folded your legs up to your chest as you partially laid onto his lap, head resting on his right shoulder as you tucked yourself right in. You sighed peacefully when his big arms came around you to pull you even further into his side, giving a tight squeeze for a sense of security. Changbin's kiss to the crown of your head sets it all into place.

Without being able to help yourself, you slithered your hands across his body to reach his other hip, tugging him even closer than before. A hum of satisfaction left your lips as you felt immediate protection from the outside world you tried to run from. Your eyes fluttered closed as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.

"You're rather cuddly tonight," he teases, his breath fanning across your exposed neck. Changbin delicately slid his arm from your shoulder and down to your legs that were firmly tucked into his side. With little to no force, he pried your closest leg from its fixed spot, dragging it across his lap and to the other side where he held it firmly. He settled into the new position comfortably.

You placed a hand onto his chest and began to draw light swirls over the fabric of his black shirt. You couldn't deny the need for his touch, even if he was teasing you about it. The way his hold made you forget the world around you had you craving it nearly everyday. The feeling of his arms around your body, giving the utmost comfort and protection, was the exact reason you had snuggled into his lap tonight.

Changbin had begun to rub the bare skin of the leg on his lap. "I missed you today," he whispers, leaning his head down on top of your own.

"I missed you too," you tell him, knowing he loved hearing you say those words. "I wanted to be here all day."

He laughs lightly at your confession and gives you another tight squeeze. "You and me both."

Changbin had mentioned it before, but when you come to him wanting to be held and needing his touch, he absolutely melts. He feels a sense of honor and pride in himself, knowing you also wish to be in his arms. When you informed him how his hold on you protects you from everything, he made it a mission to guarantee you a shield when you came to him for it. His heart swelled every time you asked for it, immediately dropping everything to soak up every second he could.

You sit up suddenly, face centimeters away from his own, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. "I love you so much," you tell him, your heart displaying so prominently in your eyes. The overwhelming amount of emotion suddenly made you wish to tell him, wanting him to know exactly how you feel when you do.

Your lover appreciates every time you vocalize your love for him. His eyes softened, a haze glossing over them briefly. They lower to your lips, wanting to physically express his love for you. He waited patiently for you to accept his compassion by leaning in first, granting permission.

The grip on your leg tightened the minute his lips caressed your own. His hand that wrapped around your shoulder fell down to your lower back, pushing you even further into him. His head lifted from the headboard, tilting slightly to the side when he felt your hand leave his chest and thread through his hair. It was only a sweet kiss, but he felt so compelled to make you understand his feelings through it. It forced him to drag the rest of your body onto his own and sit up more.

His chest pressed into yours upon the movements and it caused you to pull away with a giggle. "You've been working out so much," you mention, hand pushing distance between you two again. "What a toned, toned chest."

He smirks up at you. "All for you, baby." He wraps both of his large arms around you and closes the gap you had just created. "Now, gimme my kisses."

You shake your head disobediently, giggling more when his proud smile wipes completely off his face. He whines, suddenly very confused why your affection wore off. Not when he so clearly wanted it to continue.

"Where did your cuteness go?" His voice rises with his accusations. "Your love for me has gone so quickly?"

It became harder for you to breathe the more he continued, your head throwing back with laughter at the change in atmosphere. Where his shoulder had once been an area for you to snuggle, now was the place your head rested on as your giggles bubbled up your throat and out into the quiet room. Changbin wanted to laugh too, finding it hard to resist doing so, but the noise came out as a scoff as he listened to you.

"Don't be offended, you big baby," you teased him, leaning back to look at him again. "My affection for you has not ended. Just momentarily paused."

His eyes narrowed at your jokes and he shook his head. "Tch. I see how it is. Make fun of Binnie time."

A pout formed his lips that made you smile wide. "Aww, my poor, poor baby." Your fingers lightly comb away his bangs to see his eyes properly.

Having enough of your teasing, Changbin swiftly pushes himself forward, forcing you onto your back and flat on the bed as his entire body weight presses into you. He ignored your cries as you formed a fist, hounding it onto his back to get him to release you from the brick that he was. Instead, your lover increases his affection by spreading sloppy kisses all over your face, fanning across your cheeks and eyes in quick pecks.

"Stop! Stop it!" You cry out despite the smile on your lips. "You're so gross!"

Binnie faked offense to your words briefly before continuing to pepper you with his love. "You owe me," he reminds you, his voice a higher pitch.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and waited until he pulled away. "Yes, Binnie. I owe you my love."

He smiles at your agreement. "Then kiss me."

You bit your lip, knowing exactly what was to come if you didn't listen to his demands again. "No," you shake your head defiantly. His eyes widened immediately before diving in to attack you once more, thriving on the giggles that flooded your shared bedroom that quiet evening.

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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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dreamescapeswriting · 11 months

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Anti-Romantic ~ SCB

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

PAIRING: Changbin x fem!Reader

GENRE: fluffy, established relationships, teasing changbin for the trailer, cute, funny,

⤜MASTERLIST

The second the trailer dropped Changbin should have known what was going to happen and what the boys were all going to tease him for and he wished he'd been more prepared for it all. Who would have thought the boys would be so ruthless when coming after him for one line in a trailer?

"Seriously, when was the last time you actually did something romantic for Yn?" Minho questioned, all eyes slowly turning to look at you and Changbin since the two of you were curled up together on the armchair. Your mouth ran dry as you tried to think of the last time either of you did something that was overly romantic or even went on a date last. You knew what dating an idol was going to be like, lots of hiding and sneaking around as well as busy nights where the two of you couldn't always be together. None of it had ever bothered you, sure you'd love to go out on more dates or even have some nights together but it was what it was and you weren't going to change that for the world.

"Last month, we went to that animal park-" Changbin tried to defend but the boys were already denying him of it.

"Doesn't count, we were there. When was the last time you took Yn on a date?" Hyunjin battled, Changbin began to stutter over his words his eyes landing on you for some help on this one.

"We went out a few months ago, and he took me to watch my favourite movie..." It wasn't exactly the biggest defence for him but it was proof enough that he actually tried to be romantic with you.

"A movie date isn't exactly romantic though. Has he ever taken you to a candlelit dinner?" Hyunjin questioned, but you shook your head at him not every girl enjoyed candlelit dinners so much.

"Or a walk on the beach?" Chan piped up from the corner of the room, smirking at Changbin who was already glaring in the leader's direction. He was annoyed, surely the leader should have been putting an end to all of this instead of joining in on the teasing. It was supposed to be playful jabs but now it felt like he was being attacked for something out of his control.

"I like the movie date, that was romantic to me." You tried to explain but the boys were shaking their heads at you,

"Come on, Yn deserves to feel special. A date you've crafted just for her," Seungmin said as he stood behind the chair you were seated on, your eyes glanced up to meet Seungmins as he looked at you with a small smile.

"But if Yn says she likes it...Then it's fine," Changbin grumbled, pulling you into his side as he moved to hide his head into your neck kissing your skin softly as you smiled. Your fingers gently ran through his hair as you did your best to silently comfort him in front of the boys.

"I do, it's fine. I don't need big romantic gestures, as long as I have Changbin that's all I need." You promised, placing a kiss gently on the top of Changbin's head.

"But it's also fine if you do want romantic things...Don't just say that to make him feel better," Minho added making you smile and nod your head. Changbin however felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, guilt was beginning to take over his whole body as he thought about it.

Somewhere deep down he knew that the boys were right about it, that he should be taking you out on romantic dates and making you feel special but how was he supposed to do that when he could hardly go out without being recognised or followed.

"I say we put on a movie!" You called out as you climbed out of Changbin's lap in search of the TV remote but Changbin's mind was already on something else, trying to think of something - anything - he could do to make it up to you for being so anti-romantic.

"Changbin, I need to be able to see where I'm going...I can't- OW!" You cried out, bending down to rub your shin after just bashing it into something hard. Changbin had called you over to the dorms and blindfolded you before you even had a chance to walk through the door, only to lead you back into the elevator and told you not to try and peak.

"I can't see," You whimpered as you felt Changbin gently helping you stand back up as he chuckled softly.

"Give me two more seconds," He pleaded, gently moving you to stand in the centre of the rooftop garden, quickly checking you couldn't see before making some last-minute adjustments to his surprise for you. All week long he'd been planning this for you and he hoped it was going to be a grand romantic gesture you would end up enjoying.

"Why are we outside?" You questioned, your teeth chattering together ever so slightly thanks to the chill in the air, something Changbin was going to remedy as soon as it was time.

"You'll see," He mumbled while trying to concentrate on lighting the small fire, smirking as he succeeded without burning anything. He slowly made his way back over to you, standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, his lips so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your skin,

"Okay....3...2...1," Changin whispered before taking off the blindfold, giving you a second to adjust to where you were and instantly your mouth fell open. The rooftop garden was covered in fairy lights, in front of the fire there was a picnic blanket, pillows and more blankets for you to get wrapped up in. Your heart hammered against your chest as you stared around at everything,

"Changbin, what-" You tried to question what all of this was about but he took your hands into his and rubbed his thumb along your knuckles gently. He'd already planned what he was going to say to you and he wanted to get it all out in the open before you could deny him of it.

"I'm sorry I haven't been the most romantic in our relationship, but from now on I promise I am going to try every chance I get to make things more romantic between us," He smiled up at you, your heart stuttering so much you thought it was going to jump out of your chest and into his hands.

"Changbin, you didn't need to do all of this," You whispered as you felt the tears threatening to spill over. All of this was incredible and you loved it.

"I loved our dates, you didn't need to change for me." You told him as he took your hand and began to lead you in the direction of the picnic, carefully helping you sit down before wrapping you up in a warm blanket.

"I wanted to. I want to be more romantic instead of so anti-romantic," Just as he finished saying it "Anti-Romantic" began to play softly through a speaker making you giggle a little at him shaking your head at how unbelievable he was.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you Seo Changbin," You whispered gently laying a kiss on his cheek before he dragged you closer to him.

"I love you," He breathed out, looking deep into your eyes as you stared back into his completely in awe of how incredible it was to have him part of your life.

"I love you too," You kissed him gently, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and bringing him closer to your body enjoying the feeling of him being so close, the music, the fire...everything.

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bbangpurin · 8 months

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get well soon • seo changbin

genre: stray kids changbin fluff. sick!reader au.

synopsis: Rx: seo changbin.

warnings: none.

wc: 600 words.

notes: haven't written in a bit but hope you like this short thing :") submit a request/give me feedback/tell me anything here!

The lights in your room suddenly felt a little too bright, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and turn your body over in your bed and smushing your face into your pillow. You weren’t sure who exactly was interrupting your lovely midday nap until you felt a sweet rub on your shoulder and heard your boyfriend’s cautious voice, saying “Baby?”

You groan in response and Changbin lets out a soft chuckle as you pull your blanket even higher over your body.

“Are you ready to go soon, my love?” He asks, taking a seat at the foot of your bed and smiling at how cute you look under your thick white throw blanket. You look so soft and squishy, he thinks, and he can’t help but give your head a tiny pat.

“Go where?” You attempt to say, except it sounds more like a croak. You try clearing your throat, only to be met with a dull ache in the back of your throat, and with that you knew: you were sick.

Changbin seemed to figure it out too, as he turns you over to face him and lightly presses his fingertips to your forehead. “Baby, you’re burning up.”

“Where are we going?” You ask again, your voice strained and weak.

“Nowhere,” your boyfriend responds and stands up to walk into your bathroom. You hear him rummaging around your bathroom, moving bottles of cosmetics and toiletries around and an occasional, “Where the hell is it?,” before he returns to your bedroom with a damp towel he gently places on your forehead and sits back down.

“Cold,” you whine, and Changbin shushes you.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” He asks, and you’re a little ashamed to admit that the only reason you were napping in the first place was because you were hoping you could sleep off the cold you thought you had before your date with Changbin later that night.

“Not long,” you pout softly, closing your eyes, and Changbin tsks. “Okay, a while.”

“Why didn’t you call me over sooner?” Changbin asks, and underneath the teasing tone you hear in his voice that implies the front of his slight annoyance with having to care for you, you know that he’s genuinely upset that you didn’t ask him to come sooner. You know your sweet boyfriend better than anyone.

“I wanted to see you,” you confess softly, setting your lips into a more pronounced pout. “Really missed you.”

Changbin melts at your honesty, thinking that the fact that his sweet partner wanted to see him so badly that they tried to sleep off what was clearly more than just a cold before he came over might be the most precious thing you had ever done.

“You should’ve called me right when you felt bad, baby,” he brushes his fingertips along the crown of your head, pressing his lips to your head and frowning at the heat radiating off of your body. “I’m going to go get you some water and medicine, okay?”

“No,” you whine, gripping Changbin’s wrist as he moves to get off the bed again. “Don’t want you to leave me.”

“I’m going to go get some things to take care of you,” Changbin reassures you sweetly. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Promise?” Your weak voice breaks Changbin’s heart, but it shatters completely when he sees you straining to reach your pinky finger up to interlace with his. He really hates seeing you in pain.

He hooks his pinky with yours and squeezes tight — signifying a seal he'll never break. “I promise, my love.”

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hyunjinniesgirl · 1 year

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☆.｡.:*skz on valentine's day.｡.:*☆

in honor of my favorite day of the year, here are some skz vday headcannons!! this won't be edited right away so please forgive me for my mistakes!! i hope you enjoy!! chuuu ٩(๑> ₃ <)۶♥

wc: roughly 200 words per member

channie's and binnie's are slightly suggestive so mdni 18+ only please (i'm sorry they've jus been doing sumn to my brain lately)

buys you flowers and takes you to dinner:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ bang chan

MANS IS SOOOO TRADITIONAL!!!!!!! i am a firm believer that chan would come home to pick you up for dinner with a biiiigggg bouquet of your favorite flowers and dinner. instead of going to an expensive restaurant that you both wouldn’t get full off of, you decide to hit up various street food carts. even though the streets are packed, chan keeps a hand around your waist, pulling your body towards him as he steers you in the direction of your favorite vendors. he most definitely feeds you your fish cake skewer when your hands are too cold to part from the cup of soup keeping your hands warm. after eating until your hearts and tummies are satisfied, you make your way back home to cuddle and watch a romantic movie. mans has wandering hands though and is constantly grabbing and patting your ass under the covers. the first time he does it, he definitely acts innocent when you side eye him. he wears a little content smile as his eyes stayed glued to the TV in front of you, but it isn’t until you feel his finger run up your slit through your shorts that the movie becomes nothing but background noise to your evening activities hehe…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ changbin

mans leaves you a sexy little set on your bed to wear under your dress for dinner and is soooo shameless the entire time. the whole time you two are at dinner he’s lookin at you like you’re the fucking meal. it’s to the point where once the main course is over and the waiter comes around asking if you want a dessert menu, you jus look straight at him with an eyebrow raised. he accepts the menu because duh cake (and if he plays his cards right he’ll get his cake twice lmfaoooooo ok lemme stfu). anyway, binnie gets lava cake because I feel like he would love it :D!! the warm center mixed with the vanilla ice cream in the side would legit make him forget his entire goal of the night was to make you feel loved and special (and get laid). he would be doing his lil happy dance bc the cake is sooo good. his flirty side comes back when you have a little ice cream on your lip and he leans over the table to swipe it away gently with his thumb. safe to say, the move is enough for you to call the waiter over for the check.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ i.n

innie jus wants to hold ur hand and walk around :’) the two of you spend the day like any other date day, walking in and out of coffee shops and various photo booth places until you have a fat stack for four cut photos (he sends a pic of them to his mom to be like “look how cute we are!!” hehe and she adores them). you stop by a train station when you see a busker playing ballads on his guitar. the busker sees you two swaying together and innie singing along to his music so he dedicates a song to you and wishes you eternal love. jeongin squeezes your hand as the busker sings, mouthing “i love you” to you when he sees your eyes begin to water. after placing some cash in the busker’s can, you continue on with your walk. I’ve mentioned it twice already but I just wanna emphasize that I think innie truly is just a hand holder. he likes to feel your fingers intertwined with his and even swing your arms together as you walk and chat. pretty basic but the jeongin in my head’s love language is just quality time, and getting to hold your hand is a bonus for him.

wants to stay at home to avoid crowds:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ seungmin

this guy is a fucking wild card. to be honest, i dont think he would plan anything too crazy but he would definitely make you a valentine’s day basket and actually ask you to be his valentine. he would get you a little pink basket and put some candies and flowers with a little puppy stuffy holding a balloon that says “will you be my valentine?” mr dandy boy seungmin would just look so cute in his sweats, shyly scratching the back of his neck offering you the basket he put together ahhhh. if he was feeling sly, he would ask you to close your eyes while he takes it out of his closet and you grab that shit straight out of his hands before he even tells you to open your eyes. you pounce on him and smother him with kisses because he is just soooo boy crush. epitome of chill night in, you heat up some ramen and watch TV at the coffee table together, bumping knees and laughing so hard you’re snorting out noodles :’)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ han

han gets food delivered and transfers them to the bowls and plates you have at home so you still feel special. you definitely knew he was gonna do that because he called you before he put in the order to ask what you wanted. to compensate, he wrote you a song :’). maybe it isn’t complete and he only has the recording of his voice with a soft backtrack but it’s yours and that’s all that matters. he shows it to you after you’ve cleaned everything up and were looking a little disappointed that he didn’t get you a present. he was fr shitting himself and putting off showing you but even though you were trying to hide your disappointment, he still saw right through you and knew that if he didn’t follow through you would go to bed a little sad. “i got you something.” “you really didn’t have-“ “i wrote you a song.” you look up at him like O.O and he starts screaming because now that he’s said it he can’t take it back. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay if it’s bad don’t tell me okay?” of course, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard and you give him a million kisses as a thank you. “can i get a song for my birthday too?”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ felix

felix makes a candle lit dinner for two and makes sure NO ONE ELSE is gonna be at the dorm until after dessert. the dinner was simple, just enough to get full, but the dessert was really where felix put all of the effort. he prepares an assortment of sweets, brownies, cookies, chocolate covered strawberries, all to be enjoyed under a little pillow fort he assembled with string lights hanging inside. you chat softly as felix’s soft romance playlist (that he curated specifically for this date) plays in the background. when it comes down to the last strawberry he feeds it to you before you can argue because he will always put you before himself. felix would be lying if he didn’t say the look you gave him while biting into the strawberry made his stomach absolutely flip. “you’re so gorgeous,” he would say out loud, causing you to blush and turn away from him. he grabs your chin as you turn away, forcing you look straight as him as he rests his forehead against yours and tells you he loves you a hundred times because he’s afraid you’ll forget (screaming). romantic night w bokkie becomes a valentine’s day tradition <3.

bonus: you end up falling asleep cuddling in the pillow fort and when you wake up seungmin is spooning lix. (he couldn’t resist, it looked too comfy)

vday getaway:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ hyunjin

our romantic boy would love valentines day with you so much! similar to my skz as bfs headcannon, i’m a firm believer that he’d “plan” a two day trip with you. I say “plan” loosely because he’s mentioned that he isn’t much of a planner and prefers to figure things out as you go. he’d take you to a little beach town and when you open the door to your hotel room, you realize he’s booked a sweethearts package, rose petals in the shape of a heart on your bed and a bucket of champagne waiting for you when you entered the room. at the end of the day, after all of the art museums and photobooths and sea side walks, you take a bath together, making sure to use the rose scented bath bombs the two of you had picked out in one of the shops you popped into. you’d hum against him, your back against his chest as his fingers drew shapes on your stomach. you speak softly together under the dim lights of the bathroom, occasionally stealing kisses that turn deeper the longer you stay submerged in the rose tinted water. hyunjin reminds you of how much he loves you while he nips at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, squeezing you tight so that he knows you’re real and won’t vanish into thin air the next moment. when the bath begins to run cold, hyunjin dries himself off first before wrapping you up in a big fluffy towel and guides you to bed for the night <3.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ lee know

lee know and his love for camping has got me thinking that he’d want to go camping for valentine’s day. domesticity at its finest. minho wakes up before you to start cooking your breakfast so you’re fueled for the active day you’re going to have ahead of you. his original plan for the day was to go for a hike but there were so many couples on the trail he wanted to go on that the two of you end up eating away in your tent. minho definitely had the amazing idea to do chocolate and cheese fondue, thinking it would be romantic…but it definitely ends in the two of you laughing at one another whenever someone burns their tongue on the scolding hot liquid. “i told you to blow on it first!” once you feel like all of the trails have settled down, the two of you dip your feet in a nearby creek for a little bit, sitting side by side with your head resting on his shoulder as you watch the sunset <3.

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feelbokkie · 1 year

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Random Texts with bf!Changbin

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff, angst if you squint, slight crack

pov: 1st/2nd person (depends on how you view it)

description: random text with your boyfriend Changbin (I feel like he would be a major simp tbh) (some texts are inspired by pinterest)

pairing: changbin x reader

warnings: swearing, drunk!changbin

word count: n/a

screenshot count: 9

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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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