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𝐬𝐤𝐳 & 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

pairing: skz members (ot8) x fem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!skz. scenario. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. kinda fluffy. slightly funny. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very suggestive/explicit sexual scenes. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 5.4k

summary: in which you wear lingerie around skz.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!). possessiveness from some of the members. pet names (both sweet and hot ones). dirty talk. lingerie kink. dom (hard and soft)/sub undertones. spanking. slight dacryphilia kink. corruption kink. making out. humiliation. degradation. strength kink. manhandling. praise kink. nipple/breast play. overstimulation. exhibitionism. sub-space. oral sex (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). hair pulling. scratching.

a/n: yayyy these are the first skz scenarios i've ever written... they could be really good or very shitty, so lmk what you guys think!! lingerie is a real big kink for me haha, so i hope i did all 8 of the boys justice with these scenarios. 😈 also, YES- my skz bias is ot8, so i tried my absolute hardest to write the same amount for each one of the boys... enjoy! 🥵

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 chan

You knew that it had been an extremely long week for Chan. What with all of the promotions that the boys were doing, and him always being holed up in the studio with every free second he had in the day.

All of this cumulated to the two of you rarely having seen each other within the past few weeks.

You'd just pass each other in the kitchen on your separate ways to work in the early morning - long before the sun had risen high in the sky - and quickly peck each other on the lips.

But, you wanted to change things. It had been far too long since the last time the two of you fucked. And you wanted to change that. Hence, why you had decided to buy the cute, dainty black set of lingerie at the department store when you had been shopping that past weekend.

The piece wasn't too frilly and suited your style perfectly while also adhering to your boyfriend's favourite colour- which was always pitch black.

The set slipped onto your frame easily, and in no time at all, you had positioned yourself atop the living room couch, completely bare save for the thin pieces of black fabric covering your most-sensitive parts.

With a glance at the nearby kitchen clock, you read that it was nearing midnight.

He'd be coming home any minute now- your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the electronic keypad beeping just outside your shared apartment's front door.

Your boyfriend crossed the threshold of the apartment silently, head down as he typed away furiously at something on his phone. Probably song lyrics that had graced his mind as he was making his trek home.

Staying quiet and ever still, you watched in anticipation, heart leaping into your throat as he slipped his shoes off and threw his backpack down on the nearby kitchen counter.

And that's when his head turned upwards and his gaze immediately slid to your form. His eyes locked onto your black-lace-clad skin, pupils darkening instantly.

"Welcome home, baby..." You began, voice coming out soft and meek.

In an instant, he was upon you, a wide, sardonic kind of smirk spreading across his lips. "And what do we have here, hmm?" He asked, hands splaying across your knees and pulling your legs apart so that he could nestle between you on the couch.

A nervous, high-pitched giggle escaped out of you at the lust that danced in his eyes just then. "Oh, you know... just a little surprise I thought you'd enjoy."

His hands stopped their hike up your legs at your words, as he rose a dark eyebrow your way. "Surprise? And what have a done to earn such a thing, baby girl?" He leaned into you, pressing a heated kiss against your forehead.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, as his mouth traveled down until your lips collided in a passionate kiss. "You've just been working so damn hard these past few weeks. Thought you deserved something special." You smiled up at him when the two of you pulled apart. "D-Do you like it?"

"Like it?" Chan scoffed, nails digging into the flesh of your warm, uncovered hips. "Baby girl- I'm doing everything in my power to resist the urge to not rip this off of you right this instant and fuck you."

You stared at him with big eyes, the hot arousal pooling in the depths of your centre. "Please- Chan-" And you didn't need to say anything else at that moment. Your desperation for him was apparent just by the way your hands clutched onto his dark hair, the way your cheeks heated with a flush.

And he felt the same way, as his mouth slowly pulled away from yours, beginning to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against your chin, before moving down the column of your neck.

Yes, the black lingerie was a hell of a good idea.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 lee know

"You know why you're getting punished, kitten?" Minho ground out, just as he landed another cruel blow to your sore asscheek.

You all but whimpered into the pillow that your face was stuffed against. It was fucking humiliating - the tears that spilled down your cheeks, unbidden, the pants that fled from your lips, and especially- the liquid arousal that seeped out of you, wetting your legs in agonizing rivulets.

But your boyfriend wasn't one to give up easily. No, he loved the chase. He craved the fight. Especially the one you'd put up every time he edged you so close to the edge - make you feel so loved yet so alone at the same time.

He could be a cruel tease at times, and when that side came out of it, your body took the worst of the temperament change. All red and sore and raw the day after, from his crazed passions for you and you alone.

But, at that moment, it had been a grave mistake, not to answer him.

All at once, you felt his nimble fingers wind into your locks, yanking on your hair until your scalp burned in fiery protest. He was pulling your head back and away from the downy pillow. "What was that? Couldn't hear you... speak up for me, kitten." He said in a growl, slapping your skin for what felt like the hundredth time the night.

"I-I wore the lingerie without your permission." You whined in a desperate kind of tone. Your eyes were squeezed shut, holding back the cries that threatened to spill from your lips at the rough feeling of the calluses on his palms hitting your exposed flesh. Again, and again, and again.

"And why'd you do that, when you know the rules?"

"J-Just wanted to try it on... for fun!" You said, a strangled moan flooding out from deep inside of you at the feeling of his warm hand rubbing at your abused asscheeks.

One moment he was tender and caring, and the next, he was ruthless. It gave you total and complete whiplash - but in the best of ways.

"Hmm... and do you think a greedy slut like you deserves my cock?" He mused. But you knew he wasn't asking the question and expecting a response. Not a truthful one, anyway. It was clear from his voice, which was dripping with darkness and lust.

"N-No!" You lied. Because you did want it. You wanted it so bad. You had been wanting it since that morning- when you had discovered the red set of lingerie that you had seemingly forgotten about, buried deep inside your closet.

In a desperate moment, you pulled it out and tried it on, snapping a picture of you in the ensemble and sending it to your boyfriend Minho.

But that had been a terrible lapse of your judgment - sending the alluring photo, as it had only made him angry... to see what he couldn't have at that moment - since his day was jam-packed with schedules.

"Good kitten," he began, ripping you out of the blissful daze that you had fallen into from the slight reprieve he had gifted you by not spanking your ass, as his hand suddenly landed another cruel blow to your red cheeks.

You withered under his touch, reacting just the way he liked - moaning just the way he liked, shivering in both pain and delight, just the way he liked.

"Now, you're gonna count for me until you cum just by my slaps alone. You got that, kitten?"

You swallowed down a wail at his command. Because fuck, you didn't know how you were going to survive the night. You never should've sent that picture in the first place.

Nevertheless, your lips were moving and forming the words before you even understood what you were saying. "Y-Yes, sir."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 changbin

Your boyfriend Changbin all but turned into a muscly, red tomato whenever you wore lingerie around him. It was a common occurrence for you, to dress up for him and parade around the house until he couldn't take it anymore, finally giving into his urges and taking you wherever you were currently standing.

On this occasion, the two of you had been chilling at home on your shared day off.

At least, you had been chilling.

In your favourite dark-blue lingerie set.

While Changbin, on the other hand, had been a bumbling, tripping fool, practically following you around like a little lap dog everywhere you went.

You were wearing the set because 1.) it made you feel sexy and confident, and 2.) you fucking loved the way it made your boyfriend go crazy.

It was rare that you got a rise out of him when it came to the bedroom, so it felt good that your lingerie pieces were the sole thing that did it in for him. It was like his kryptonite. You liked feeling the little power that you held over him, even if it was just for a few hours.

The two of you were busy cooking lunch when the final straw broke the proverbial camel's back.

It started with you innocently bending down and into the fridge to retrieve a few eggs for the cookies that you were trying to make. And maybe you stuck your ass out a little more than what was called for. And maybe you arched your back just a tiny bit. But it was all in good fun, right?

Wrong.

"Fuck!" Your boyfriend suddenly yelled, his raised voice echoing across your apartment. Then, you heard something hard - like a knife - hit the cutting board that was positioned atop the kitchen counter nearby.

Confused as to what the big commotion was, you grabbed the eggs from their carton and shut the fridge door. "Changbin babe, what-" You began, but didn't even have time to finish your sentence, as your boyfriend rounded the corner of the kitchen.

In a single breath, he was upon you. Thick, muscular shoulders heaving up and down with his labored breathing. Jaw clenched tight. The heated anguish ran clear through his brown eyes.

"You know what the fuck is wrong, sweetheart," he pointed an accusatory finger at you, eyes raking down your scantily clad form. "All of this? Really?" He was glaring at you then, but it wasn't threatening in the least bit.

Instead, it just pushed you closer to the edge.

Heightened the arousal that had already been steadily pooling between your legs throughout the day - as you felt your boyfriend's focus linger on you one too many times.

"I don't know what you could possibly mean..." Your voice trailed off, as you chose to play dumb from it all. Leaning your hips against the kitchen counter at your back, you looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to put that innocent pout on your face that always drove him up the fucking walls. "I thought you liked this piece on me."

He said nothing more after that, instead choosing to express himself by smashing his lips against yours in a fervent kiss. It was so desperate that teeth clashed against teeth. And before you knew it, his thick hands were wrapping around your bare waist, hoisting you up onto the kitchen countertop, arms flexing from the weight of you.

"Yeah, I love it so much," he deadpanned when the two of you pulled apart to catch your breaths. His fingers were already tracing up your inner thighs, nearing your dripping core. "And now I'm gonna fuck you in it, too. To show you how much I fucking adore it- and you." He grunted, tilting back into you and capturing your mouth up into another desirous kiss.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 hyunjin

Originally, your boyfriend Hyunjin had made out the idea to be pretty straightforward.

He had proposed a painting session with you on one of the nights that he was free from his work duties, where he'd use your body as his model. The inspiration for him to do so had struck him earlier that week after he had watched a romantic movie and wanted to re-create one of the scenes that he loved so much.

However, he failed to mention the attire that he wanted you to wear.

Which was a light green lingerie set. The panties were so small, they didn't even cover one-third of your ass.

But, regardless, you had wanted to make him happy. Hyunjin had been gushing about the 'session' since he first thought up the idea, and you were never one to stand in the middle of him and his craft.

So you played it cool - real cool - and strutted into your shared apartment's spare bedroom - which he used as his art studio - on the night that the two of you had planned for. The lights inside were dimmed, with the tiny, twinkling faerie ones hung up and around the scene that your boyfriend had set out for the occasion; it was all light green and pink tulle, soft yellow roses, and pale purple throw pillows.

Hyunjin pulled his focus away from the easel that he was setting up at the sound of your presence.

And you watched, biting down hard on your lip, at the shiver that ran through his entire body upon the sight of you.

"I-I'm ready..." You said in a gentle voice, fingers clutching onto the hem of the thin fabric at your waist, trying to yank it down and cover yourself as best as you could.

"Yeah- okay, uhm, just sit over there." He pointed to the center of the room, right where the pillows and white fuzzy blankets were. You nodded at him, offering a tiny smile. And the way he couldn't drag his eyes away from your form did not go unnoticed by you.

Things went rather smoothly after that, as Hyunjin directed your movements, the silence lapsing between the two of you once more. Soft jazz music played in the background, and your gaze was locked on your boyfriend, as he concentrated on getting your pose down on his canvas.

He always looked so fucking hot when he was incredibly focused like that - whether it be from learning a new choreo or jotting down notes for a painting he was creating.

Either way, the sight of his furrowed brows, slightly pursed lips, and flexing jaw stirred something deep and swarthy inside of you.

"Can you like, not do that, darling?"

His question pulled you out of your daze of relaxation, as you frowned in confusion. You started to move, lifting your chin away from where it had been easily resting in your palm. "What- am I not sitting the right-"

He groaned then, running a frantic hand through his long pink locks, "No, I mean- look at me like that."

That left you even more uncertain. "I don't understand-"

"I'm already fucking having a hard time with all of this," his hand pulled away from his hair, motioning towards your general direction. "It's just- fuck-"

Immediately, the puzzle pieces locked together in your mind.

All of this.

Meaning, your sexy attire.

Ever so slowly, you sat up from your laying position. With your spine pressed firmly against the wall behind you, cushioned by a few pillows. Silently, your fingers clutched onto either side of your knees, opening up your legs to him in a hushed offering.

His gaze locked onto you then - pupils dilating at the sight of your barely-covered cunt. Just waiting and pulsing for him alone.

"Fuck it- we'll finish this later." That was the last thing he said before he threw his paintbrush down onto the stand that was just beside his easel, diving headfirst toward you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 jisung

"Don't wear the panties!" You heard your boyfriend Jisung yell from just outside the bathroom door.

Rolling your eyes at his antics, you fit the bra piece onto your form. The two of you had just come back from a busy day of shopping out on the town. And for a 'special gift,' Jisung had decided to buy you a cute, dark-purple lingerie set.

You hadn't purchased new lingerie in a while, so it was exciting for the both of you to get home later that day so that you could play around with it.

As soon as you walked through your apartment door, Jisung dragged you to the bedroom to have you try it on.

'Just for fun,' he had said.

Yeah, right.

You both knew where trying it on would lead...

It would most-likely end up with you sprawled out across the bed, legs being pried open by your boyfriend as his tongue absolutely ravaged you. As he kept his head buried between your shaking legs for hours at a time, tongue drawing lazy patterns against your dripping cunt.

You in lingerie brought out a different side of Jisung, one that resulted in long nights and arduous amounts of oral.

And neither of you were complaining about it.

You pushed the bathroom door open, leaning against its frame, a tiny smirk stretching the corners of your mouth. "And why do I have to forgo the panties?" You asked, laughing at the way your boyfriend's mouth all but hung open at the sight of you. You were completely nude, save for the tiny purple fabric that stretched tightly around your chest.

Immediately, he was standing up from his perch on the edge of the bed, shucking off his black sweatpants in one practiced move. "Because- princess, it's easier that way."

"And what, pray tell, are you doing, mister?" You gave him a knowing look as he continued to strip himself down until he was only in his boxers.

"Progressing things, that's what." He threw you a wink before he was nearing you like a ghost in the night. Fingers already reaching out to try and brush over your breasts, which were barely covered from the flimsy fabric of the corset-like top.

"Ah- not so fast..." You said, shaking your head at his antics. He really was like a rabid dog in heat when it came to you. Your fingers traced the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging it down his legs. "An eye for an eye- a pantie for a pantie, right?"

Upon reveal of his cock, you noticed how it was already swelled and curling up towards his stomach, the head a lush crimson and pearling with pre-cum.

Once the boxers were completely off of him, Jisung made haste of wrapping both arms around your waist, raising you up and off of the ground, and walking over to the bed where he all but threw you atop the mattress.

You squealed in delight at the sudden movement, marveling at the way his time in the gym had paid off - by the way that he was able to carry you around so effortlessly.

You pushed yourself up the bed until your head was resting comfortably against a soft pillow. Jisung stared down at you, the fire brightening in his eyes at the sight of you - all splayed out for him and waiting with gooseflesh and pink-tinged cheeks.

"And now, lemme get a good look at this pretty pussy of yours..." He mused, voice registering low inside of his chest.

Your heart fluttered at the way his hands pried your legs open, at the way his eyes glazed over upon seeing your glistening core.

"Fuck- you gonna be good for me, princess? Gonna let me fuck you nice and long?"

He was already swiping a few fingers across your moistened cunt, pulling a breathless moan from deep inside of you.

"Y-Yes, always..." You mewled, squirming underneath him as one of his practiced digits slid into you.

"Good girl." He whispered, just as his thumb pressed down hard against your clit, forcing a shiver to race up the length of your spine. It was definitely going to be a long night.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 felix

Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out of it.

You just lay there, completely silent - yet wanting to say something, do something. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, your limbs soft as jelly, your core engorged and aching with so much want.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your fucking chest, the breath constricting inside your throat painfully.

Your boyfriend Felix was all but a grunting mess on top of you, rigid cock thrusting up into you so well that you kept seeing stars every time he hit that gooey spot deep within you.

"L-Lix," You finally managed to cry out, nails raking down his sweat-slick back as he set a furious pace, ramming against your walls in just the right way. Just how you liked it.

"What is it, angel?" He asked, voice low as death and gravelly from arousal. One of his hands clutched at your bare hip, while the other rested against your breath, fingers playing with one of your erect nipples... twisting, massaging, pulling, before doing everything all over again. "Cat got your tongue?"

The dim mirth was laden in his tone because he knew you like the back of his hand- knew how it was always so hard for you to articulate any kind of sentence, voice any kind of words, whenever you were so fucked out like this. Whenever his hands and tongue and cock had brought you over the edge, again and again, you lost count of your orgasms.

Cracking your eyes open, your focus landed on the lingerie set that was laying just off to the side, still on the bed. The one that he had carefully taken off of you earlier, after he had teased you endlessly while it was still on - fingers dancing over your hardened nipples, dipping into the front of the panties, before coming out and licking his fingers clean of you.

The set was baby pink and made of thin lace and satin.

Felix always loved dressing you up - loved seeing you in light colors, with all the frills and ruffles imaginable.

He said it made it all the more sweeter, when he buried himself balls-deep inside of you, fucking you senseless. When he made you scream his name so much, your tone growing so loud and scratchy, that you completely lost your voice the next day.

The corruption kink was real with this one.

"F-Feels so good," you said in a high-pitched whine, as his fingers pinched down on your stiffened bud just as he slotted himself into you, reaching that blissful spot once more.

You didn't know what orgasm you were on at that point, but all you knew was that it felt amazing.

The sex was always mind-blowing whenever you'd dress up for him; was always long, passionate, and yet rough, all at the same time.

What could you say... seeing you in light, innocent lingerie always made your boyfriend super fucking horny.

"Yeah?" He mused, nails digging into the flesh at your side, surely leaving marks for the next day. He bent down into you, lips attaching to your chest and sucking harshly on your exposed nipple. All the while, he continued to slam into you, the thrusts turning sloppy from the slick of your heat. "Like when I stretch you out so good- so well?"

You nodded your head frantically, hands moving up to clutch at his blonde roots as one of his hands moved your legs so that he was hitting a new spot inside of you. It all felt so fucking good and casted galaxy after galaxy across your vision. "Mhm- love your cock!" You suddenly wailed out, yanking at his locks as the tip of him hit into you so hard, you swore you broke underneath him. Just by his touch alone.

"Holy shit- you're so fucking tight," He groaned, and just with the tonal shift in him, you could tell that he was nearing his release. Finally, after he had held it back so many times just that night alone. "So damn perfect, angel... and all mine."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 seungmin

"Why the fuck are you wearing that out?" Your boyfriend Seungmin asked, voice gravely low in your ear. He was leaning into you, warm breath fanning against your cheek and sending a harsh shiver to shoot down your spine.

For the award show that night, you had decided to wear a satiny, bright yellow, flowered A-line sundress. It stood out from the crowd, as the rest of the women attending the show were dressed in full-length ballgowns. But you wanted to be different. Seungmin had coordinated with your outfit by wearing a yellow bowtie, but that's as far as his stylists would allow him to go. He was already pushing the boundaries by bringing you to one of the year's biggest award shows.

He had wanted to prove to everyone that he could do it - that he could make it work.

And apparently, the point had gotten across.

Since already, the two of you and the rest of the boys had celebrities come out of the woodwork to applaud Seungmin's blatant show of a romantic relationship.

But, besides the sundress, you had also decided to wear a cute lingerie set underneath. It was hot pink and yellow and matched your outward look perfectly.

However, during the long night, your dress had ridden up while you sat there at Stray Kid's designated table for hours at a time. And Seungmin had caught on to the garb that you had hidden just underneath the thin fabric of your dress.

Perhaps you had worn it to get a rise out of him- since you knew how much he hated others seeing you in sexy attire... even if it was just a slightly-revealing top.

Or, perhaps you had worn it to feel confident when stepping into a world that was unknown to you.

Either way, the dim look that Seungmin leveled your way just then, as you sat beside him at the table, forced an erratic throb to shoot through your heart.

"I don't know... I thought it was pretty." You said in a quiet voice, eyes trailing down to your lap, where your fingers played with the hem of your dress. It had ridden up so much that a side of the panties was peaking out beneath the yellow fabric of your dress. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else, save for the man sitting beside you.

"Oh, I'll show you pretty, love," He grumbled in that silken voice that he only used around you - typically when you guys were alone, in your apartment, and he was bending you over any nearby surface to have his way with you.

A zap of energy ran through your veins then, and you watched in bated silence as Seungmin leaned over to Chan to whisper something in his ear. The leader nodded once, before giving you a soft look. Then, your boyfriend was standing up. In no time at all, he had his fingers clasped around one of your wrists, yanking you out of your chair and leading your stumbling form behind him as he strutted out of the award show's main atrium.

Then, all at once, he was nearing one of the single-stalled bathrooms that were interspersed throughout the venue.

Eyes widening, you tried to pull your wrist out of his tight, vice-like grip. "Seung- I-" You already knew what would happen next, the mix of anticipation and arousal swirling in the pit of your stomach from just thinking about it.

Your boyfriend's eyes flashed with swarthy annoyance, "In." Is all he said, practically pushing you into the tight bathroom. Your legs wobbled, turning to jelly right then and there. Seungmin shut and locked the door behind him. "Now, bend over the counter so that I can asses what you've done."

And you knew there was no arguing with him when he was like this. Seungmin's jealousy could easily go unchecked when the two of you were out with the others - but especially if he felt like you had disrespected him in some way.

For him, you parading around one of the biggest award shows in the country scantily clad in lingerie was probably one of the most disrespectful things you could ever do to him.

So, biting down hard on your bottom lip, you heeded his command. Leaning your elbows against the cold granite of the bathroom skin's countertop, you held your breath as you waited for his next move.

Ever so slowly, like the touch of a phantom, you felt your boyfriend's fingers dance up your sides, lifting the fabric of your sundress. He stopped when your backside was exposed, tsking darkly at the way most of your ass was bared for all to see. "Such a naughty little thing... need to be taught a lesson, hmm?"

You screwed your eyes shut then, the moans already clawing at the edge of your throat when you distinctly felt his nimble fingers playing with the strap of your panties.

Hopefully, he'd have enough mercy to stop, before he completely ruined you and ultimately forced you to go back out there to the award show - waddling like a pathetic and helpless bitch because your boyfriend had been a little too ruthless with the fucking in the bathroom.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 jeongin

"Baby..." You wailed in exasperation, pulling at your boyfriend's arm. You had been trying to get his attention all night. But of course, he was too busy with his friends and his stupid game to pay you any mind.

"Hmm- just one second, pretty... I gotta clear this level and then-" Jeongin began, but you were already sighing in frustration before he could finish his words.

You sat down on the spacious couch, watching - and thinking - as he furiously smashed away at his keyboard, hunched over the desk that was positioned in your apartment's living room, his completely focused on the bright screen in front of him.

If he wasn't going to pay any attention to you, then fine. You'd have your fun without him.

A genius idea dawned across the forefront of your mind just then, and you hurriedly made your way into your closet to retrieve your secret weapon. You had used it before - but only a couple of times, to keep the appeal alive.

After shimmying your way into the snow-white, satin lingerie set, you flitted into the bathroom, carefully brushing out your hair and adding a soft pink lipstick to level up the look.

You padded out to Jeongin once more in silence, not saying a word as you propped yourself against his desk. His eyes were still locked on the computer screen in front of him, so you began to draw lazy circles in the grain of the wood at your side.

"What do you want for dinner?" You asked, because although he was wearing his headset - which was how he could communicate with his friends while playing - you knew that he could still hear you.

For a brief second, he pulled his gaze away from his game to look at you. And immediately, he froze in his chair, spine stiffening, shoulders shaking just a tiny bit in reaction to your new... garment.

His lips parted somewhat, a tinge of red dusting across the tops of his ears that were exposed against his messy black hair. "You." He breathed out, eyes dancing with a myriad of feelings all at once, but mostly, wild desire.

You laughed at that. "What?" You asked, slightly confused.

Then, he was moving again, pressing a button on his headset and speaking into it, "Sorry boys, boyfriend duties call. I'll catch up later, yeah?" He didn't even wait for a reply, as he shut off the game entirely. He swiveled his chair around so that he was facing you completely. "I fucking want you for dinner."

Now you were the one with red ears. "B-But, you've been ignoring me all night... like, you don't want me."

Jeongin groaned, running a frantic hand through his long locks. "Damn it-" He cursed under his breath, scrubbing at his face with a few long fingers. "I'm sorry, pretty, I got too carried away with the game. And no, you're wrong- I do want you. So bad. All of the time."

He found your eyes after that, and your gazes locked, a spark of lighting igniting between the two of you at the way your breath unexpectedly became labored under his gaze. His eyes always did that to you - made you go crazy, when he'd look at you with such intensity, it felt like he was fucking undressing you with just his stare alone.

You felt yourself heating up at the way he studied you, at the way his blown-out pupils traced down the length of you, taking in every inch of your exposed skin and the beautiful white lingerie set.

"So c'mere and lemme get a taste of you, pretty.” You couldn't even hide the satisfied smile that spread across your lips at his words.

Jeongin was reaching out to you, hands supple and earnest, as he carefully guided you onto his lap. You fit on top of him perfectly, like the two of you were meant to always be close - in the most intimate of ways.

Fin.

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killedpink · 1 year

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changbin been looking mighty fine lately

🏷 contains: kinda switch leaning sub changbin, face sitting, oral sex, cum consumption, slight praise

changbin was adventurous in bed. he liked trying new things, especially with you. it's not like you weren't up to trying new positions, or kinks — you were just a bit more reluctant than changbin. but, when he came to you one night during a kiss that was bound to lead to more, practically begging you to sit on his face, you weren't exactly inclined to decline his request. especially not when he asked so nicely.

"yes." you spoke, voice certain as your hands stroked back his curly, black hair. you heard his breath hitch in surprise, a smile quickly taking over his plump, round lips. "are you sure?" he grinned, strong hands slowly climbing up your bare thighs. "mhm," you hummed, "absolutely."

it didn't take much for changbin to manoeuvre you into the position he wanted, his head between your thighs, back pressed against the mattress, gazing into your eyes with a half-lidded stare. your hands were just above his head, shifting most of your wright on your arms as you lowered yourself onto him, your hips involuntarily bucking back up in shock from the sheer heat of his mouth. you assumed changbin didn't appreciate that, his hands firmly grabbing onto the flesh of your inner thighs, guiding you to fully sit on his face eagerly.

your eyes closed, fully focused on the feeling of changbin's lips quickly getting to work on your cunt, his mouth wet and his tongue rolling on your puffy clit. the best way to describe it was filling. changbin covered every inch of you, furthering the wetness between your legs with his warm spit and his impressive skill. you saw the crease in his brows under his curls as he concentrated, his eyelashes kissing the swells of his cheeks as his eyes shut. you felt his jaw tensing and opening against both of your thighs, as they fully caged him into you. your hips rocked on his face, rolling in desperate motions, the tip of his nose smacking your clit as you did so.

your hand clung to the curve of his bicep, fingers curling into his skin, your cunt throbbing as you felt him moan into your sex, tongue-fucking your entrance intently. "changbin," you mewled, his name tasting so dirty on your tongue as you ground your cunt onto his mouth, encouraging an orgasm from your body as you did so — although it didn't need much coaxing, due to the sheer pornographic way changbin hungrily sucked and licked your sex, rewarding each tremble of your cunt and whine of your throat with a kiss, an intoxicating juxtaposition to the viciousness he used to eat you out with.

you felt the rise and fall of his chest against the flesh of your ass, his muscles pressing into you from all angles in this position. you squeezed your thighs around changbin's head, your minuscule, needy thrusts halting as your lower body shook above changbin, whose grip only tightened around you to keep you secure, his own hips bucking up to appease his aching cock. your orgasm was sudden, demanding and so powerful you chocked out a sob, crying out changbin's name as if it would shield you from the intensity. it didn't, and if anything, it only made it worse, as changbin's mouth vibrated a groan on your sex from hearing you above him, so drunk on your taste you were sure he'd drive you to madness to lap up your orgasm.

slowly, with such tenderness, you climbed off of changbin, legs so wobbly you felt as if you were a fawn, eyes immediately onto him, taking in his flushed face, smirking and lips glistening with your cum, hair tousled and eyes darker than you remember. his hands found your cheeks, holding your face gingerly as he pressed a kiss to your lips, tongue sliding into your mouth, your taste seeping onto your tongue. "you did so well for me," changbin muttered into the kiss, his voice soft. "it's the other way around, binnie," you started, shaking your head as you let out a chuckle at his confusion.

"you did so well for me."

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ stray kids.

*+:｡.｡ hyung line

family oriented (dark content.)

sickly in love (f.)

bang chan

SEX, DRIVE (s.)

dick headcannons (s.)

lee know

kiss art (s.)

trapped in by you, you're the drug (s.)

changbin

dick headcannons (s.)

hyunjin

｡･ﾟﾟ･

*+:｡.｡ maknae line

family oriented (dark content.)

han

｡･ﾟﾟ･

felix

｡･ﾟﾟ･

seungmin

dick headcannons (s).

i.n

quiet, love (s.)

dick headcannons (s.)

sarang (a.)

i don't do anymore stray kids fics anymore, sorry. i will do a few more (which are already in the works) and won't do anymore unless i get back into the fandom. i will still do thoughts/drabbles, but any asks/requests fics about stray kids will automatically be deleted.

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ashonheavenscloud · 2 years

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Sensitive || Seo Changbin

Sensitive || Seo Changbin for kinktober

🔞CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT! MINORS DNI!🔞

warnings: dom!changbin, sub!fem!reader, oral, swearing, voice kink, body worshipping, praise, size kink, lil bit of possessiveness, breast play HAHAHA good luck friends🫡

word count: 2.6K

🎧: Okay - Chase Atlantic

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Your boyfriend was in big trouble.

You heaved a sigh, staring into the washing machine at the wet pile of clothes Changbin had, once again, forgotten about in his daily rush. You knew he was busy, but in his forgetfulness he’d left your beloved sweatpants to soak. You forced your eyes away from the tragic scene. Maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but you’d been at work for eight hours today and all you’d wanted was to come home and drown in your favourite baggy clothes.

Oh, it looked like your favourite sweater was in there too. Great.

You lugged a basket to empty Changbin’s load of laundry from the dryer, and flipped your dripping load into the machine. Spinning the dial, you turned on the dryer for an hour, and washed as it began to spin.

All that was left to do was… wait.

You heaved Changbin’s laundry into the living room, glancing at your phone to check the time after setting it down on the floor. Half an hour until he got home, give or take a couple minutes. He always came home at the same time on Friday’s, to spend the end of the work week with you. A small thing that melted your heart every time.

You started to fold Changbin’s laundry, figuring it would be a nice surprise for him to come back to. It was in the little things that you loved him, like the laundry. And even if he forgot to flip over the loads sometimes, it was the thought that really mattered.

You reached into the hamper, and pulled out a pair of Changbin’s joggers, folding them and setting them into the pile. But you froze, staring at the joggers, an idea popping into your mind.

If your sweatpants were wet… why not borrow another pair?

…

It wasn’t like Changbin hadn’t ever seen you wearing his clothes. But usually you were fucked out, hazy-eyed on his bed when he helped you into one of his t-shirt. Or you’d pull on a shirt after your shower, the sole purpose to attempt your skincare routine while he fingered you from behind.

Never his sweatpants, though. And they were hella comfy. You smoothed your hands over the soft fabric, sucking a breath through your teeth. Why were they so nice?

“I could get used to this.” You murmured to yourself, burying yourself further in one of his thick grey hoodies, appreciating the smell of laundry detergent on them

“Used to what-”

You froze, spinning to lock eyes with Changbin, standing in the doorway with wide eyes. For some reason, you felt caught, even though he’d seen you pretty much every way imaginable. You bundled deeper into the hoodie, feeling heat rise to your face. “I- my sweatpants were still in the washer. You forgot to change it over- which is fine, it’s fine- but I just thought I’d borrow yours.”

Changbin was frozen for a minute, and you didn’t understand. Why was he just… staring at you? But then he’d pulled his coat off, draping over the loveseat as he approached you slowly. His gaze was all over your body, your face, and you noticed a faint tinge of red on his ears.

“I like it.” He murmured, a small smirk tilting up his lips. “You should wear them more often.”

You couldn’t help but flush at the compliment- but even more so at the way he was looking at you, eyes sparkling, full of admiration. “Really? They’re a bit big, even if they’re comfy-”

“No, but it suits you…” He whispered, hand sliding around your waist, sparking a wild rage of butterflies in your stomach. His eyes flickered up your body to meet yours, making your breath catch at the intensity in them. His breath fanned your face. “You look so…”

But whatever he was going to say faded from his tongue, cut off by his lips gently meeting yours. You quietly sighed at the feeling of his warm lips, hand faltering over his chest. Your mind grew fuzzy as he kissed you, softly taking in your lips, like he was purposefully feeling every bit of your mouth. Then slowly, he eased you backwards, forcing you to sit down when your knees hit the couch. He followed you, never letting his lips part from yours as he sat beside you on the cushions, hands moving to pull you in; one cupped your jaw, and the other kept a firm hold on your waist.

It wasn’t long before his kisses turned greedy, pressing deeper into you with every added touch of his lips. Your skin was tingling, arms circling around his neck to hold him close while his hands gripped your waist, body leaning into your touch. Your hands wound through his hair, tangling them into fists as the boy moaned into your mouth, murmuring a low, “fuck.” under his breath and pushing even closer, faster. And you wanted to feel him everywhere, have absolutely no space between the two of you, and soon enough, your clothes preventing that became unbearably frustrating.

You snapped at the same moment as Changbin, parting only for a brief second to pull your shirt over your head as your boyfriend did the same. He whipped it to the side before taking your face in his hands and pulling you back to his for a long, languid kiss, breaths coming in sharp intakes as you kissed him back with fervour, hands back in his curls.

Then he was moving on top of you, laying you down on the couch with his body hovered over yours, caging you to the cushions. His bare chest pressed against yours, all flexing muscle and flushed skin. His kisses never ceased, growing ever more needy and sloppy, hands slipping to your hips to skim the waistband of his sweatpants snug around your hips.

“Look so perfect-” He panted between kisses. “Look so damn perfect in my clothes… just wanna ruin you… make you feel good…”

His words lit fire in your midsection, making your legs subconsciously close around his waist. The brush of his firm dick through your clothes made you both whine, desperation coursing through your body.

“Binnie-”

“Fuck, my name sounds so pretty on your tongue.” He groaned, pulling back to wipe the sweat already forming on his forehead, hair messy from the tug of your fingers. Quickly, he discarded his jeans, clearly much too tight around his girth now straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. Your core clenched painfully at the thought of how full he always made you feel, anticipation rising in your gut.

Changbin moved back to kissing you briefly before his mouth wandered to your neck, finding the sweet spot at the junction of your jawline. He gifted you with open mouthed kisses and wet presses of his tongue that had you squirming, softly whining at the delicious feeling. He sucked slowly, taking his time leaving hickeys that were sure to last at least a week or more, a trail of love bites that quickly descended to your breasts.

“Ah-” You couldn’t help but moan when Changbin’s mouth found the bud of your right breast, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nipple. You arched your back at the toe-curling sensation, hands finding his biceps and holding on for dear life.

He chuckled at that. “You’re always so sensitive here.” He mumbled, gently kissing your spit-soaked nipple. “Cute.”

He switched sides, lips abusing your left breast as his hand came up to massage and tease the other. Unbearable heat continued to grow in your core with every tease of your nipples, legs tensing as they wound tighter around his hips to pull him close.

At this Changbin giggled. “Impatient?”

“Fuck yes.” You whined, eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming pleasure to your sensitive tits. “Stop teasing.”

“You’re just too cute, I can’t help it.” Changbin cooed, but luckily he didn’t make you ask again. Quickly his boxers were tugged off, erection springing free, angrily red and veiny and divine. The very sight made your mouth water.

His lips were back on you, nipping at the flesh of your breasts as his fingers slipped past your waistband to pull them down with your panties, leaving you fully exposed before him.

Changbin pulled back to look at you fully, eyes drifting down with a small smirk. “Now I see why you were so impatient.” He murmured, swiping his fingers through your slick folds. You shivered at his touch, watching him pull his fingers back to admire the wetness glistening over them.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He whispered, the slight growl in his voice making you shiver as he leaned down, to press long kisses on your stomach, sucking slowly at the skin. “My pretty baby all laid out for me… you look fucking beautiful.”

You whimpered as his mouth slipped lower, kissing along your pelvis until he reached your folds, slowly dragging his tongue through your slit. You jolted, the warmth of his mouth making your eyes flicker shut as you moaned. Changbin only chuckled in response before digging in and finding your clit, using his tongue to rub up and down the sensitive bud. Your hands flew to his scalp to tug on his curls, eliciting growls from the back of Changbin’s throat that vibrated against your clit. Your legs wound tighter around Changbin’s shoulders as he closed his lips around your clit and slowly sucked on the bundle of nerves.

You wanted to scream. Overwhelming pleasure pulsed through you as you moaned again and again- and he wasn’t even fucking inside you yet. Changbin seemed to have no intention of speeding things up, though, tongue winding around your clit to tease you further.

“Fuck,” he mumbled in between licks. “You sound so hot… keep going, baby.”

Like you could stop.

He spent what felt like hours just nursing your clit, sucking it into his cheek and gracing it with swipes of his tongue. You had stars in your eyes by the time he finally sat back, and massaged your legs further apart.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered, almost to himself, and you opened your eyes to see him staring right back. His eyes were pooled with lust and love, and fuck, the way he looked right now. His hair was a tangled mess from your constant tugging, and there were still remnants of your slick around his chin and mouth. His lips were chapped and red, his chest heaving and flexed, and he’d never looked so sexy in this entire life. You nearly groaned just at the sight, core pulsing and beyond ready to take him in.

Changbin’s mouth found yours again, not caring for the mess that you both were as he sucked on your bottom lip. It wasn’t long before his lips trailed south, across your shoulder and down the hills of your breasts. “Look at you,” he whispered, pausing to gently kiss your perked nipples. “My sweet little mess. You’re beautiful… fuck, let me ruin you baby…”

“Changbin…” you whined, begging him to get on with it, and he obliged, hooking one arm under your knees and pushing your legs forward for easier access to your pussy.

His eyes drifted to your dripping core and he cursed under his breath. Almost subconsciously, his hand drifted down to jerk his shaft a couple times. “Ready?”

He smirked when he said it, the fucking tease, and you whined. Changbin didn’t need anything else; without another second to waste, he lined himself up with your entrance and eased himself inside you.

And you knew Changbin was big- shit, everything about him was exclusively big. His arms that tensed as they pushed your legs back to your chest, his broad shoulders that made you feel so small next to him, his thighs that sat next to your ass, flexing as he pushed himself into you. But his thick girth was something that, no matter how many times he fucked you, you could never get used to.

And it offered you overwhelming amounts of pleasure every single time.

“Fuck…” Changbin groaned, panting as he slowly eased further into you. “So wet, oh my god…”

You whined as he bottomed out, hissing through his teeth as you clenched hard around him, body begging for every inch that he could give you. Both your chests were heaving and your mind was spinning at the sheer size of him, pulsing and rubbing inside you as he shifted, moaning.

“Holy shit, baby…” his grip on your thighs tightened when you clenched and he grunted, bucking into you. “You feel so good, nice and tight for me, body begging for me…”

You shivered at his words as he traced his hands down to your ass, scooping your hips to pull you right up to him, shoving himself right into you. Your legs found their way around him again as he gripped your ass to hold you in place and began to rock. Back, and forward. Back, and forward.

The cushions shifted, the couch springs creaked, and Changbin ducked down to litter your chest with bruises, sucking long hickeys on your skin as your arms found his biceps, holding onto the taunt muscle, huge and firm, flexing with every push into you.

“Good girl,” he moaned when you clenched around him again, crying out from the building pressure in your core. His one hand slipped up to circle your clit, slowly and purposefully, causing a low moan to rise from your throat. Your eyes rolled shut at a particularly harsh thrust, waves of pleasuring heating up your body; you were practically steaming at this point, and you weren’t entirely sure how much more you could take.

Changbin leaned forward, chest resting against yours, wet kisses slipping up behind your ear, long touches of his tongue making you shiver and moan again. He chuckled softly, and you could feel his smirk next to your ear.

“You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” He whispered, his languid pace picking up speed. “My sweet baby, so fucked out already… you’re so good for me, aren’t you? Hmm?”

“For you…”

“For me.” He hissed, letting his fingers explore your sopping folds, rubbing patterns over your clit. The knot in your stomach tightened, and you whimpered.

“I’m almost… almost…”

“Come on, there’s my girl…” He whispered into your ear, voice raspy. You clenched and he moaned, the sound like music to your senses. “Y-you’ve been so good… come for me, my love… my good girl…”

It was his voice, in the end, that pushed you to the edge. A long string of moans poured from your lips as your high washed over you in waves of pleasure, coming around Changbin’s cock. Your release immediately did him in, and with a deep, prolonged groan he broke, burying himself into you a few more times for good measure. At last, he lowered himself, half draped over you, face buried in your neck.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He whispered, peppering your neck with quick, loving kisses. “You should wear my clothes more often.”

“Maybe I should.” You giggled, drawing patterns over his scalp with your fingers, feeling his shiver at the touch.

“You should.” He smirked, softly kissing your ear several times before murmuring, “But when you do, I can’t promise you’ll be wearing them for long.”

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muselin · 1 year

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Greed - SKZ Changbin

Who: Stray Kids Changbin x reader

What: smuuuut⛔️🔞 No plot in sight. Reader's gender not specified, no pronouns used, reader has a vagina

Word count: 450

A/N: I haven't written anything new in a while and I'm starting back up again but small. Thank you to everyone who has been supporting and patiently waiting for me ❤️ enjoy this filth, muah

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Changbin's hissed intake of breath contrasted your deep moan as he was emptying himself deep inside your pussy. Your slickness was running down his balls which were pressed right up against your ass. His cock twitched as he spurted cum inside your walls, so warm and so snug around him that he couldn't help but break his eye contact with you and tip his head back.

"Feels so fucking good," he growled through clenched teeth and you watched his strong frame tense and slump above you, muscles straining as he held you in a harsh grip. Your nails dug into his shoulders but if he felt it he didn't react. His eyes were glued to the place where your pussy was still sucking his cock right in and he pulled out slowly, a string of cum clinging to the sensitive head and connecting with your pussy.

But he wasn't done.

There was something he was dead set on seeing before the night was over. His hand reached for your clit, fingers sliding around your wetness in a fast rhythm and he re-entered you, still hard. You sucked in a gasp when Changbin tilted his hips and buried himself inside you roughly, his own cum leaking out around him. He was now rubbing against the spot inside you that made your eyes almost roll back. You clutched at his wrist desperately, slowing his hand over your clit but he fucked you just as hard, just as deep.

"Too much," you sighed and your grip on his wrist tightened even more. But "too much" was not your safeword.

Changbin pressed deep inside of you, hips swivelling just to make you feel him deeper and he used your thighs as leverage, driving himself into you with force.

Your mind blanked. Changbin's wide frame pinning you down, his strong hands holding you in place for him as he filled you to the brim over and over... Your eyes followed, watching his thick cock disappear inside of you until you felt your breathing halt. You gushed around him suddenly, your juices spraying out with force and he withdrew from you, moaning at the feeling of you soaking his lower half. He jerked his cock roughly between your legs as you were still cumming and in a few moments Changbin was releasing for a second time, hot spurts of his cum landing over your thighs and some streaking over your soaking pussy.

You sunk into the mattress, a boneless mass of limbs as your lungs laboured to draw enough breath into you. Changbin sat on his heels, breathing hard too as he looked at you with a fucked out smile.

"This was what I wanted."

#skz changbin smut #skz smut #stray kids changbin smut #stray kids smut #skz changbin hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours

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seospicybin · 2 years

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PIED PIPER.

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Campus’s heartbreaker Changbin lost a bet that oblige him to be a nude model for an art class where he meets you and you impress him, impress him enough that he tries to charm you into his arms. (16,1k words)

Author's note: I am so bad at writing "bad boy" but here you go, hope you like! :)

It all started with a bet, a foolish bet.

If his friends didn't get him drunk one night and made him talk shit that ended up with him agreeing to a bet, he wouldn't be standing outside the art class with an unlit cigarette dangling between his teeth.

He leans against the tree trunk with one foot bouncing against the ground, nervous.

Changbin keeps telling himself that he got a reputation to keep.

He's the campus' playboy slash heartbreaker, everyone knows better to stay away from him if they don't want to get their heart broken.

Some people though just couldn't resist his charms.

You can't blame them because Changbin is, in fact, a charmer.

He's extremely attractive, with dark hair and strong jaws, a muscular body that he shows off just enough to get people's attention, he keeps intense and engaging eye contact with anyone he talks to, he has a charming smile and infectious laugh, but his powerful weapon lies in his words, he's so well-spoken, he lures people with his spellbinding words that come out of his full, plump lips and the next thing you'll know, you get your heart broken the next day.

In conclusion, he's the human personification of a pied piper.

But today, he is needed for his body, not his outstanding verbal skill.

That's why he's nervous and his foot starts bouncing again.

Changbin gets tempted to light his cigarette and he was about to take a lighter out of his leather jacket pocket when someone calls him to come into the class.

He puts the cigarette back into his pocket instead and programs his brain to set his body to its usual setting of cocky grins and confident strides as he walks into the art class.

The students are ready with their easels and canvases in front of them.

He takes a quick scan of everyone and not long after, hears a few of them gasping in surprise, whispering, and silently making eye contact with him, well, it's clear that he didn't need to question his popularity.

Everyone knows who he is and one corner of his mouth curls into a satisfied grin.

The instructor briefly smiles at Changbin while gesturing for him to take place next to her which is the center of the room with a white platform that he guesses is where he would be for the next 2 hours.

"This is our model for today," she announces to the whole class and Changbin dares to look back at them, fortunately, some of the faces are hidden behind their canvases.

"You can start undressing now," she orders him with such coy as if she isn't just asking him to strip all of his clothes off in front of twenty or so people.

Changbin slides down his jacket and a wave of low laughter comes from everyone in the room.

The instructor blushes and taps his shoulder, "there's a changing room there!" She points to a small room in the corner of the class.

He feels stupid but he holds his calm face to mask his embarrassment and walks there, locking the door behind him then slaps himself on the face.

There's a robe and slippers prepared for him, he gets undressed the put them on. But before he gets out, he takes a look at his body.

Sighing in wonder because his muscles looked exceptionally glorious today, it was the right decision to train his chest muscles last night.

One more look in the mirror and he gets the assurance that he doesn't need to be insecure about his body, he knows he'll never fit into everyone's standard but he feels good about himself.

That's why girls are crazy for him. He is so sure of himself and it shows.

The instructor is already waiting for him and walks up to him to deliver a few instructions before he shows everyone his birthday suit.

"I hope you have four poses ready," she says while looking at him with a very apparent doubt on her face.

Posing? That's easy. Changbin says in his head.

"Yeah," he answers.

"You have to hold the pose for 15 to 20 minutes and we'll take breaks in between," the instructor informs him.

He nods, taking his duty too easily but still, he puts on a smile for the instructor.

Seeing that Changbin has no problem or shows any signs of nerves, the instructor lets him go, "You may start!"

Changbin takes heavy strides to the platform to where he should pose, he reminds himself not to be ashamed of his body

He works to get this body, countless hours spent in the gym to get all this. He worked hard for this, therefore he has no reason to be ashamed at all!

When he thought about all that, he gets a boost of confidence, he climbs onto the platform and takes off his robe, slowly so as not to be seen rushed or jittery.

To his surprise, everyone is even calmer than him and it's probably not their first time seeing a nude model.

Changbin's mind is blank for a second then it hits him that he hasn't thought of the first pose yet. He awkwardly turns his body to the side and bends his knee a little.

His hand? What to do with his hand? He simply put it on his waist and there it is, the pose. Not the best one, but he gets 15 minutes to think of what pose he should do.

It's so quiet in there that he can hear every stroke of pencil or paintbrush on the canvas, the sound of when someone erases something on their drawing makes him think if anything on him is wrong.

The quiet also makes him aware of his presence, naked with not even a thread to cover his honey skin or even his private parts. He's not allowed to move so he can see much but know that all the eyes are on him, observing him.

In the second pose, he gets a little more comfortable and the quiet also makes him think out loud, to pass the time he thinks of some ideas to get back to his friends after this.

It took more than two hours and he is back in the changing room, he worked out a lot so he finds it weird that his knees are shaking just from standing and posing.

"Here's for you!"

Changbin is surprised with a bottle of juice when he gets out of the changing room.

He takes it as soon as he realizes that he might be dehydrated, that's why he's shaking.

"Thanks!"

"I suggest when you do standing pose, do not let your knees lockout," you said, shoving your hands into the back pockets of your jeans.

Changbin doesn't get what you mean by what you're saying and watches you get your bag from the chair you probably sitting on during class and wave at him.

"Have a good day!"

At first, he thought that you were interested in him, can't blame him to think that way since he's so used to this but then you just left him like that without asking for his number like all the other girls usually did.

Curious, he walks up to where you sat to see your drawing of him on the canvas. He can't recognize himself right away because what he sees is so far from what he sees himself. The monochromatic colors on your charcoal drawing of his figure enhanced every nook and crook of his body, highlighting the features that he thought he doesn't have on him, he looks rather... divine.

He isn't being narcissistic, it's just the way you saw him and drew it onto the canvas.

It makes him question himself if he looks that way in other people's eyes too or only in yours.

"Hey!" Changbin greets you while you're washing your paintbrushes under the sink outside the art class.

You look his way and see that it's him, "hi!"

You put all the cleaned paintbrushes in your hands and knock them against the sink to drain some water.

"I saw your drawing of me," he starts and takes a cloth lying next to you that he knows you'll need to dry the paintbrushes.

"Oh?"

Again, Changbin doesn't expect a nonchalant answer like that. He is so used to girls getting chipper around him and when he talks to them, if not overly excited, they get engaged in a flirtatious conversation with him.

"I love it," he says as he takes the paintbrushes from you and dries them for you with the cloth.

"Thanks!" You responded with a small smile.

"I want to thank you for that," he continues and hands you your paintbrushes back.

"Thank me for drawing you for a class?" You asked with a confused look.

It baffles him as well, why should he thank you? You did it to earn credit for the class not exclusively for him.

"Because you draw me really good," he gives the most plausible reason.

"Then you should thank the whole class for that," you said with a smile, putting the brushes into a wooden box.

Changbin takes a breath and tries again, "but your drawing is the one that I found most astounding!"

You turn to face him and wipe your hands on the apron, "that's nice of you!"

Changbin smiles because he finally makes a progress from the smile you gave him. He takes a step closer and leans in close, a method that always works to make hearts flutter.

"I want to thank you with a date," he says, because there's no use in dillydallying, he goes straight to the destination.

You stare into his eyes for a second then say, "Okay."

From the way you responded to him earlier, Changbin got the impression that you're not interested in him but after he gets his answer, he knows his plan is going smoothly as he expected.

"Friday night at 8?" He asks, one eyebrow slightly raises at you.

"Okay," you shortly replied.

See? As easy as snapping his finger then poof, he got what he wants.

Changbin pulls another trick of leaning close to your ear and softly whispers, "I can't wait."

You softly chuckle and take the box of paintbrushes with you, "bye!"

And you leave him again, just like that.

You've been waiting for almost half an hour outside Changbin's class sitting on the large window sill and doodling something on your notepad.

When the students start spilling out of the classroom, you crane your neck to find him in the crowd. When you spot him, you grab him by the sleeve of his denim jacket to pull him to the side.

"Hey?!" He says with a mix of confusion and surprise in his facial expression.

"You came too early for the date or you just can't wait to see me?" He asks with a sly, cocky grin.

You understand that you came unannounced but don't expect that his confidence is always this high.

"Yeah, about the date—"

"Bin, aren't you coming?" His friends call him from behind you and you turn around just enough to see them.

"I'll catch up!" Changbin waves them off and turns his attention back to you.

He hoists his bag strap higher on his shoulder, "sorry, what were you saying?" He asks.

"I can't go tonight," you told him.

He seems so calm about it then licks his lips, "why?"

"I asked my co-worker for a change of shift but he refused so..." you trail your words, don't know why you feel bad the more you look into his eyes.

"Unless is it okay with you if we move the date forward to this afternoon?" You offer an idea.

He grabs your elbow and gently pulls you to the side of the corridor to not let everyone passing the hallway brush yours on the way.

"I'd like that," he says and doesn't let go of your elbow, rubbing his thumb over the skin instead.

He leans in close, close enough that you can see his thick, dark eyelashes and they curl so beautifully.

"That's earlier," he adds, when he lets go of your elbow, he plays with the lint on the sleeve of your white t-shirt, "sooner."

It's in the eyes, you tell yourself and your body responds by shifting your eyes elsewhere then rummaging inside your bag for a pen, scribbling an address on your notepad then rip the paper.

"We'll meet here at 4?" You tell him as you hand it to him.

He takes the paper in between his index and middle finger without straying his eyes away from yours

You put your notepad back into your bag in a rush since you're going to be late for your class, "I have to go," you say. His hand is off of you but you feel like he's holding you with his gaze, not letting you leave.

"I have a class," you add even though he didn’t ask nor saying anything to you.

He gives a subtle nod and blinks, breaking the spell, "See you later!"

"See you!" You say back and make a turn to go the other way, chuckling to yourself for finally knowing what the fuss is all about. He really is a charmer.

Changbin has to check on the address you gave him multiple times just in case he got it wrong.

It's for a shabby restaurant next to a bus terminal and he can see a lot of bus drivers eating there. He thinks of going back to his car but he sees you waving your hand at him, letting him know that you're there.

This place is definitely not a place to have a date in. It's small and packed, it's noisy, the interior is worn out and the table has a lot of cup rings on it.

"Why? Not the kind of place you have in mind?" You ask him as if you are hearing his thoughts.

He shakes his head, "I've never been here before."

"Clearly!" You say while pouring water into his glass.

"They make the best sesame noodles and the chickens are also good," you tell him, carefully sliding his glass in front of him.

"It's a hidden place. Nice!" He lightly comments.

"But not so hidden, it's right next to the bus station," you point out.

"You came here a lot?"

You nod, "it's a nice way to de-stress, eating spicy food."

"Are you stressed right now?"

"How can I?”You exclaim with a laugh, “I'm having a date with the most attractive guy here."

That makes him a little more proud of himself then looks around the place filled with bus drivers, "that's an honor!" He pokes fun.

You chuckle in response, preparing a set of chopsticks and a spoon for him.

He reckons that if you came here a lot then that means the food is really good because what else would bring you here many times if it's not that? The place isn't that inviting as well.

When the food comes with steam still swirling out of them, Changbin feels intrigued by the mouthwatering smell that entices him to take a quick bite and prove it himself.

You watch him eat and wait for his reaction, "how is it?"

He can't lie that this is one of the best noodles he ever tasted, a smile grows on his face, "it's so good!"

"Try the chickens too!" You take one with your chopstick and place it on his bowl.

He doesn't wait to take a bite and hums in delight.

"Good, right?"

He can't give you a verbal answer with his mouth full of food, so he gives you a nod.

You start to dig into your noodles and from the look of it, he can guess how spicy it would be yet it's tempting him to have a taste.

"Can I try?" He asks.

"But it's spicy," you tell him but slide your bowl toward him.

"I don't know your tolerance for spice but..." your words trailed off as Changbin doesn't wait to eat some of your noodles.

He looks okay at first but once he swallowed it all down, his tongue starts to burn. He's grateful that you immediately hand him a glass full of water for him.

"Are you okay?"

He nods and tries to mask his embarrassment, he continues eating in silence to avoid reliving the moment in his head, focusing on the tasty food in front of him.

Changbin often thinks that he has no weakness, he drives girls crazy not the other way around so there's nothing that would make him get on his knees begging for it. But his taste bud speaks another thing, Changbin has a weakness and it's food.

"You're eating so well," you say.

That's when Changbin realizes that he was so busy eating that he lets the time slip by with you watching him eat.

"It's just so good," he shamelessly admits.

You smile and take a sip of your water, "since I live alone, I miss home food a lot more. How about you?"

He should be the one who asks you questions, well, on every date he had in the past, he was always the one who leads the conversation to control where the date is going and where he wants to take it.

"Now that I'm having this food, I realize how much I missed it," he answers.

"What are you usually having?" You ask while filling your glass with water.

"I usually just eat whatever we have in our shared fridge in the rented house," he answers.

"Oh, you share a house with your friends?"

Changbin once again gets taken aback at how much information he shares with you in less than ten minutes. Maybe it's the way you casually ask him in a nonchalant manner that seeps easily into him.

"Yeah, I'm living in a house with three of my friends," he replies.

"The ones that called you the other day are two of them?"

"Yes."

"Is it exactly what you expected?"

"Huh?"

"Living with your friends?"

He lightly laughs and puts down his chopstick, "I thought it's going to be fun, but it's just a lot of cleaning each other's mess and it's always noisy!"

You laugh along and lean forward on the table, "what's the most fun thing you guys have ever done?"

His head immediately conjures so many memories at once that he has a hard time choosing, "One time we made a water slide that goes down the window of the second floor to the backyard," he laughs to himself as the recollection plays in the back of his head like a film montage.

"That sounds like a lot of fun!" You exclaim with a genuine smile.

"It was fun!" He says with so much enthusiasm.

You laugh at how eager he was to assure you and continue eating to spare him from the embarrassment.

At that moment, Changbin is aware of how much he spoiled his life to you which makes the grin on his face fade almost instantly.

"How much?" You ask the lady behind the till on your way out of the restaurant.

Changbin returns from the restroom at the right time and catches you trying to pay, "what are you doing?"

"Pay for the food, of course!" You simply answer.

He gently puts your hand away and pulls out his wallet from his jacket, "I'm the one taking you on a date," he says.

"But I'm the one taking you here!" You flatly say back to him.

"Yes but I'm the one thanking you for the drawing," he comes with a strong argument.

You crack a laugh and give in, "Okay then," you say, then put your wallet back into your bag.

"I'm going this way," you inform him once you get out of the restaurant.

"Thank you for the meals!" You sincerely thank him with a smile.

It confuses him because he thought the date won't end abruptly like this, "I thought we still have time before your shift starts?"

"Yeah but I'm walking this way to where I'm working," you point to the small alley, a shortcut that cuts through a residential area.

"I can drive you there, it's faster!" He says with a raised eyebrow.

"No, actually you have to take a way around the block and there's a traffic light," you explain.

"Ah..." Changbin sighs in defeat.

But he refused to end the date like this, "Well then... I'll walk you there?"

"Then what about your car?"

"I can get back to it after. It's no big deal," he assures you with a nonchalant shrug.

"Okay then."

The sky turns bright orange with pinkish hues as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon, he can see it clearly as you both walk down the declining street, making it possible to see the view of the city basked in the glorious glow of dusk.

"This must be the lamest date you ever had, huh?" You start a conversation with your hands deep in the pockets of your jacket.

"No!" He answers rather too quickly, which only makes it obvious that it's just a polite answer, not an honest one.

If he compares it to all the dates he had then yes, it's the lamest one but it doesn't necessarily mean bad.

It was the nicest date he ever had.

Changbin always thinks that he has to impress his date all the time but it's the first time he feels free to just be himself and not boast everything about himself.

But his pride gets in the way of telling it to you, he changes the topic instead.

"Where are you working at?"

"At a hardware store," you reply, stopping for a second to pet a cat sitting on top of a mailbox.

"How long have you been working there?"

"For about three months now."

"Does it pay well?" He jokes.

You crack a laugh, "Yeah well... but I have a strict boss," you tell him.

Changbin usually is good at talking but at that moment, he is just fascinated at how calm and collected you are, enjoying the pleasant afternoon while strolling down the neighborhood.

It makes him feel that he shouldn't ruin the serene moment with his useless questions.

"We're here!" You announce, stopping right in front of the hardware store with a hammer and wrench to make a cross on the logo.

"Once again, thank you for the meals!" You say again.

"It's nothing, really!" He waves it off.

You rummage through your bag and pull out a sketchbook, flipping the page furiously to find a drawing, then rip it.

"Here's for you!" You hand the drawing to him.

Changbin doesn't expect this. He takes a moment to see it, a drawing of him leaning against the tree with an unlit cigarette tugged between his teeth.

It must be when he was nervously waiting outside the art class, that day when he volunteered as a nude model.

"I saw you through the window and secretly drew you," you shyly admit.

He is blown away by your talent, by how you perfectly captured that moment and the anxiety on his face is visible without making it obvious. He feels seen once again.

"I'd better get in now," you tell him while holding the strap of your bag.

He finally glances up from the drawing, "Y-yeah... sure!" He stammers.

You take a step back and turn around, start walking before turning around then walk back to him again. Without warning, gently kiss him on the cheek then pulls away with a shy smile on your face.

"I had a great time, thank you!" You say again and turn around to jog into the hardware store.

A kiss on the cheek? He usually doesn't take less than the first base on the first date but who is he to demand more from you? He finds his hand touches the searing kiss you left on his cheek and smiles.

It really is a nice date.

"Not bad, Bin!" He praises himself, folds the drawing, and puts it in his jacket pocket.

It's getting dark when he gets back to his car, it surprises him that a girl is leaning against it while playing with her phone.

She glances up noticing that he comes up to her, "I know it's your car," she says to him.

Changbin knows a lot of girls and it takes him a long time to try to remember her name, he is not sure if he ever dated her before.

The girl seems to notice he doesn't recognize her, "we met at the club, remember?" She gives him a hint.

Changbin nods even though he still can't recall the moment he met her, "Yeah, I remember."

She giggles and hoists her purse up her shoulder, "so, can I buy you that drink now?"

Changbin sees the glints in her eyes, she's hinting at something more than just a drink. He can read girls very easily, he learned a lot from dating a lot of them.

"Yeah, sure!" He says, unlocking the door and opening the car door for her.

Perhaps he will get the first base from someone else tonight.

Three days later, Changbin receives texts from the girl he had drinks with that night, which ended with them making out in his car just like he expected.

She asks to meet him again for a drink.

It usually excites him whenever a girl is so eager to meet him again, but he feels nothing but the same old flaming desire that died down so fast.

Yet, he has nothing to do that night, and drinking with a girl is better than nothing at all.

When he comes to the bar, the girl is already drunk or pretends to be drunk. She clings to him and keeps asking him to take her home.

Changbin knows better than it's just an excuse.

He helps her walk out of the bar and hails a taxi for her, "please take her home safely!" He says to the taxi driver.

The girl's eyes widen in surprise, "why aren't you coming with me?"

He smiles at her, "you're drunk so you better go home and rest," he says then closes the taxi door.

He walks back to his car and takes his car keys out of his jacket pocket, dropping a folded paper on the concrete floor.

He unfolds it to find your drawing of him, the one you gave him at the end of the date.

He doesn't know how you would feel about him not contacting you for days after the date, he forgot to ask for your number and he could if he's planning on having a second date with you.

It's just his one simple rule, he feels like wasting time going on more than one date when he knows that the relationship he wants is strictly physical, he doesn't want to give the impression that he wants more than that.

He stays inside his car and just stares at your drawing, the more he looks at it, the worse he feels for not contacting you.

You're a sweet girl and he treats you like that, that's enough reason for him to take you on another date to at least, thanking you for the drawing you gave him. He checks the time to see if you're still working and enters the hardware store. He walks around the maze of tall shelves with various tools organized in place.

He spots you by the cans of paint, writing something on a notepad.

"Excuse me?' He begins, standing behind you, peeking at the number you jot down on the notepad.

You turn around on your heels, "yes, can I help you?"

A smile rises on your face when you recognize that it's him, "oh, hi?"

Looking at how flustered you are, he can't help but smile, "Hi."

You put your pen and notepad into the pocket on the apron you're wearing, "What are you doing here? Are you looking for something?"

"Yeah," he answers, "I'm looking for you."

You get flustered again, cheeks blushing under the fluorescent lights. Changbin finds it adorable, he can't stop smiling either.

He snaps himself awake and reminds himself of the purpose why he came here in the first place, "I forgot to ask for your number—"

"If you're looking for a paint color for your bedroom, I suggest mint green or cornflower blue," you cut him off, your hand gesturing to the selection of paint on the color displays.

Changbin notices that your eyes gesture to the opposite direction, the man with a mustache and a spec in the corner of the aisle, this must be the strict boss you talked about.

"Oh, yes, but I'm looking for a more vibrant color," he plays along with you, saving you from trouble.

You take one of the paint color swatches to him, "how about this? Azure blue?"

The boss leaves after checking something on the shelf and you sigh in relief, laughing out of embarrassment.

"So that's the charming eagle?"

You laugh again, "yeah."

"Can I take you on another date?" He asks, making the most of the time because who knows your boss might come his way again.

You look at him and tip your head to the side, "and here I thought you would never ask."

He triumphantly smirks and looks back at you, the beautiful iris on your eyes that form a pool he wants to dive in.

"Can I have your number now?" He asks again.

You take your pen out and write it down on the paint swatch you gave him earlier, and hand it back to him with your phone number on it.

Your smile fades when your boss appears at the other corner of the aisle, silently watching you.

"I think I need more time to decide on the color," Changbin says and awkwardly points at the paints.

"Let me know when you have decided on one!" You say back with a sly smile.

Changbin takes a few steps back until he is out of the eagle's sight and mouths, "I'll call you!"

You give him a subtle nod and a smile as he walks back to the end of the aisle, waving his hand at you before exiting the store.

"You pick the wrong game!" You tell him as you put on shoes for a game of bowling with Changbin on a Saturday night for a second date.

Changbin's cocky smile wears off in a second, "but you can't be better than me," he refuses to believe that you're more skilled in the sport that he aced in.

You shrug and get up to put your shoes in the locker, "maybe," you tease him.

Changbin starts to doubt his skill when you knock half of the bowling pins on the first throw and pick up a spare on the second.

He won't let it put him down, if anything, it’s his competitiveness is heightened at that very moment.

"Could have been better!"He comments with an unimpressed smirk.

You scoff and stretch your arms up instead, "I need to warm up," you say, the hem of your tight blouse rides up and exposes a little skin of your stomach to him.

He's a man, after all, and it's in his default to see objectively although it's not the main thing he sees in a girl. It's weird because he never saw you that way, not that you are not attractive, you are very pleasant to the eyes but what impressed him the most is your warm, bright personality.

He ogles you as you do a squat in your tight blue jeans that enhance the curve of your body, "I suggest you do a lot of warm-ups," he teases, also in an effort to see more of your curve.

You dryly laugh but ignore his insinuation.

Changbin confidently does his first throw, he aimed for a strike but it seems like he has to do a spare as well.

You are wiping the bowling ball with a cloth when he returns, "guess you need a lot of warm-ups too," you poked fun at his earlier remark.

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue and tries not to get provoked by your words.

The shape of your body makes as you throw the bowling ball down the alley and stand there to watch the ball knocking every single pin, then slowly turning your face in his direction with a sweet, cunning smile.

Hot and cute at the same time. Is that even possible?

This is no time to be caught under your spell, he has to step up the game if he wanted to prove his superior skill in bowling.

He will focus on that, no matter how many times he got to be distracted by you and your body that slowly, but surely entices him. Also that smart mouth of yours that knows how to provoke him just below the boiling point but annoys him nonetheless.

Fortunately, the results show that he wins with a slight difference in points. He doesn't need to say anything to you but raises an eyebrow to celebrate his win.

You close your eyes for a second and puts on a smile for him, "Okay then what's the winner want for dinner?"

Changbin was joking when he suggested a bet that whoever loses should pay for dinner, seeing you smiling in defeat making him feel bad about suggesting it in the first place.

"I wasn't serious," he says to you.

"Oh, save it!" You say to him, picking up your bag from the seat and pulling him along with you.

Changbin decided on chicken and beer, it's a safe choice, no one can refuse fried chicken and cold beer, especially after a good, competitive game of bowling. You seem to enjoy it while talking about a whole lot of things in between. He makes sure to ask a lot about you to fill his curiosity.

You are a middle child, you started drawing in middle school, your favorite color is prism pink which is pink with a little tint of purple in it and you want to work in an art museum once you graduated from university.

"What about you?" You ask back.

Thinking of the future only makes his head hurt so he tries not to, he prefers to deal with what's in front of him first, one by one.

"To be honest, I don't know," he sincerely admits even though he knows it's a very disappointing answer.

"Honestly, I want to become an assistant to a magician," you suddenly confess to him.

You do have a way to delight him with your randomness, "and let them saw you in halves?"

You nod while laughing, "yeah. I might have to learn to contort my body too but I can try."

An image of you in a tight bodysuit like every magician's assistant wears crossed his mind, "and a sexy one," he blurts out.

"Mmh?"

It seems like you didn't catch what he said and he sighs in relief, "can I be the magician then?

"Sure!" You say and lift your pint to clink it with his.

Changbin was quick to pull his credit card out of his wallet before you, this time, you put his hand away and stand before him.

"A bet is a bet," you tell him and hand your card to the cashier.

The night is still young but Changbin runs out of ideas on where to take you where it's less crowded or quiet, he can tell that clubs and bars aren't your favorite places to go and he only knows best about those two kinds of places.

You turn around to face him and stop him from walking, "can I take you somewhere?"

What is it with you that make it seem like his head is transparent and you can see what he's thinking? Changbin puts his trust in you, "sure!"

"Do you mind hiking a little bit though?" You ask again.

"Hiking?" He asks again, just in case he misheard it.

Changbin parks his car at the parking lot and follows you as you take him walking uphill to wherever it is you're taking him. You weren't joking when you said about hiking a little bit, it's more than a little, his breathing is getting heavier and he can feel that there are beads of sweat forming on his back.

You turn around to make sure he keeps up with you, "are you tired?"

Changbin is of course too conceited to admit he's indeed tired, shaking his head, "No," he replies.

You walk up and get behind him, putting your hands on his back and pushing him forward, "I can help you," you say to him.

He chuckles and takes your hand away, but holding it instead, "it's better this way," he says.

The two of you continue walking hand in hand with the quiet of the night surrounding you except for the constant buzzing sounds of the streetlights.

"You're not going to sell me to a human organ dealer, right?" Changbin playfully asks because it's eerily quiet and the empty street starts to spook him a little.

You give him a shrug, "maybe."

You take a turn that leads to nowhere but what seems like an empty park, a field. Stopping by a tree and taking a big plastic bag hanging from a tree branch, you must've been here a few times to know where to go even in a limited source of light.

You pull something out of the bag, a picnic blanket, and taking a few steps away from him to put it on the ground, you don't wait to sit on it.

"Are you going to stand there or...?"

Changbin carefully walks in the dark to sit next to you on the picnic blanket.

"You're not keeping knives or machete inside that bag, are you?" He awkwardly jokes.

"Sadly, no," you joke back, "but I do have a sharpening knife for my drawing pencil."

He chuckles and gets comfortable sitting down, staring straight ahead to realize that he's on top of a hill which allowed him to see the city view at night with its blinking lights imitating the stars above.

"How do you know this place?" He asks, propping his hands behind him.

"It just happened," you reply.

"I like to draw here, it's quiet and not a lot of people know this place. It's so beautiful during the day, especially on sunny days."

Changbin guesses that it must be your special place and you probably don't take just anyone here, he doesn't want to get ahead of himself but he is curious.

"Then why are you taking me during the night?"

You laugh and hug your knees, "because... it's also pretty at night," you answer.

You turn your head at him and look into his eyes gleaming in the dark, "and also..."

"Yeah?"

"So we can do this," you say before leaning in and kissing him.

Changbin doesn't expect you to do the first move, or maybe he is so used to this role that it takes him by surprise.

You place a hand on his face and deepen the kiss, take things further that Changbin has a hard time keeping up with it.

He forces his brain to work and starts putting his hand on your neck, kissing you back with his tongue trying to pry your mouth open so he can taste you more.

When it's time to catch your breath, you pull away slowly while smiling and he uses the time to touch you. He runs his hand down your shoulder and traces the side of your body, stopping at the dip of your waist then gently squeezes the flesh there.

His mouth searches for your ear to whisper, "you're gorgeous."

You lowly giggle at the compliment and whisper back into his ear, "it's because it's dark in here."

Then you drag your mouth down his neck, planting soft, tender kisses on the column of his throat with your breath tickling his ear.

Oh fuck, you're really good at this that he just wants to stay still and let you kiss him all over. But he got to do his part, so he plays with your hair while you bury your head in the crook of his neck. He holds his breath when you move to the other side of his neck, kissing him there.

It's no longer quiet with his low moans filling the night air. He allows his hand to rest on your back and goes lower, lower until he meets the hem of your blouse, slowly slipping his hand under to feel your warm, silky skin. He splayed his hand there and feels the warmth of your body.

You stop kissing him and the first thing that crosses his mind is you're probably uncomfortable with him touching you.

He takes his hand away and looks at you to see any signs of discomfort on you, "something wrong?" He asks while putting your hair away from covering your face.

"It's cold," you answer.

He silently lets out a sigh of relief and immediately takes his jacket off, draping it around your shoulder to keep you warm then puts his arm around you.

"Aren't you going to get cold?" You ask.

"I got you to warm me," he replies with a flirtatious smile and pulls you closer to his side.

He captures your lips in a kiss once more and puts his hand on you, gets a little braver, he puts his hand under your blouse again. He doesn't plan on doing more than resting his hand on your stomach but his desire controls him best in a heating moment like this. His hand goes up until his fingers touch the lacey fabric of your bra and you don't seem to mind that his hand starts cupping your breast through the bra.

Too bad that it's dark, the sight of your body would be too much for him but he would surely enjoy seeing his hand on you.

"You're so soft," he praises again with his lips against yours.

To make it fair, you unbutton three buttons on his shirt and put your hand inside, feeling his firm muscles contracting under your touch.

Changbin usually rushed things up because he doesn't want to waste time when he knows what he wants, this time is different, he wants to take his time and truly enjoy it.

The plush of your lips, the way you tug his lips between your teeth, the way you suck on his tongue and twirl with his in your mouth, fuck, you're one exceptional kisser!

He can do this for hours, days, weeks, he just doesn't want to stop.

Afraid that you might get colder if he kept lifting your blouse, he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh then makes way to your rear, cupping your ass in his hand.

He feels like a schoolboy who gets to touch a girl for the first time all over again, so eager to explore.

For a second, he gets tempted to take things further despite knowing it's no time or place for that. He's still considering it but his body once again catches on to his intention and acts by itself, going to the button of your jeans.

Your hand grabs his right on time and laced it together, "one trick at a time," you say against his lips.

He chuckles at being caught red-handed and shoots you a flustered smile, "I have no problem with that," he says back, putting his lips on you again.

His car is right outside your apartment building, Changbin watches you unbuckle the safety belt with his fingers touching his swollen lips and his head is buzzed from all the kisses.

You take off his jacket and give it back to him.

"You can give it back to me anytime," he says.

"I'm good," you say and sling your purse across your shoulder.

Changbin leans forward at you, "let me walk you upstairs!" He offers, a trick he does when he wants something, with twinkles in his eyes and a flirtatious gaze.

You softly chuckle and open the car door, "one trick at a time, Mister Magician!" you kindly reject his offer.

"Goodnight!" You say again before closing the car door.

As much as he hates saying it back to you, he wants to end the night on a good note, "Goodnight!"

"You have something on your neck," Changbin's friend put his finger on the greenish and almost yellowing skin on his neck, "there!"

"It's called a hickey," Changbin casually says without looking at him, gathering his books from the desk into his bag.

"That's why it confuses me!" His friend says as confused as his remark, "You are usually the one giving not receiving!"

Changbin smirks in response, "are you saying I can't receive one?" He casually asks back with a shrug.

He parts with his friend on the way out of the class and heads to the one who is responsible for his hickey.

He didn't know how you made a mark on his neck without him knowing, he must be too immersed to pay attention or you were just too damn good, sneaky but he likes it.

He finds you right when you're tidying up your art supplies and he runs to help you put the easel away, you only smile when you see that it's him.

"So... where are we going this Friday?" He asks, not wasting any minute asking you that.

"Are you that curious?" You ask, grabbing your bag from the stool.

"Yes," he shamelessly answers.

He doesn't care because he knows you'll appreciate his bluntness instead of making fun of it.

"Are you showing that on purpose?" You point to the hickey.

Changbin ditches the denim jacket that he always wears and put on a plain black t-shirt with the sleeves strained from his huge biceps, exposing the hickey that he could easily cover with a collared shirt or jacket.

"Yes."

"You like it that much?"

He nods.

"Then I should stop doing that," you say with a sly smile and walk in the direction of the door.

But Changbin has a different idea, he takes you into the small changing room where he once been there the day he became a nude model.

He corners you to one side of the wall and stands so close to you. Your face remains calm with eyes fiercely looking back into his.

"It's only fair if I make one on you too," he says.

Your lips part open, just slightly but no words came out of them. You tip your head to the side, "it's not like you're asking," you say.

He likes you because you don't play dumb or act cheap, you have just the right amount of everything: wit, intelligence, and charms. Except that you have a little too much sex appeal and he's not complaining at all, he jus needs to learn how to control himself around you.

Changbin leans in close and even with the proximity, you still have your eyes open as if you're challenging him to come closer and try. He brings his mouth close to the side of your face, intentionally using his lips to graze your ear shell and softly letting out a sigh.

He lowers his mouth on your neck and stays there, testing if your body can lie to him. He smirks when he feels your pulse beating against his lips, so fast that he loses count.

That's what he only needed to know so he puts his mouth close to your ear and whispers, "I'll make it on part of your body where no one can see."

Then he pulls himself away altogether and looks at your flushed cheeks, “because I'm good like that," he adds then gets out of the changing room.

"Is it boring to you?"

Changbin agrees that you should decide where to go for the third date, it was a mutual decision. You happen to want to visit an exhibition of a painter you like and he doesn't mind any of it, he gets to learn what you like and what you see in them.

"No," he replies, shaking his head and keeping his voice low because it's quiet in the art gallery.

You clasp his hand with yours and move on to the next painting of a flower field. He hears your inaudible gasp and the admiration in your eyes, it's not hard to know you like the painting.

"It's beautiful!" He says but his eyes are on you.

"Yeah..." you sigh.

"Look at those delicate strokes of paint!" You say while gently squeezing his hand.

"You like it?"

You nod with a smile then rest your head on his shoulder.

This feels so intimate to him, more than anything physical he had done in his life. He sneaks a kiss on the top of your head. Immediately looking around to see if anyone sees, there's only a lady looking at the same painting but she's too busy admiring it as much as you do.

The phone ringing in his jacket pocket shattering the tender-hearted moment and he fumbles to pick it up, you let go so he can accept the call.

"It's okay, you can take the call!" You say to him, letting him go to one corner of the room while you saunter to the next painting.

After a few minutes, he gets back to your side and back to hold your hand.

"The curator said the painter goes by the initial H," you tell him but then you get curious about why the phone call seems to be an urgent one, "Is something wrong?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing."

You hold him by the elbows and look at him, "I'm done with looking around so we can go anywhere you want now," you assure him.

"No, we haven't seen that way yet," he says.

You smile at him and put your hands on his waist, slipping them under his jacket, "oh yeah, you've been looking at me enough," you sneered with a playful laugh.

Changbin gets flustered because you knew he's been looking nowhere but you, "are you sure?"

"Yeah, let's go somewhere."

"We're having a party in the house and they want me to buy some more beers," he meekly admits.

"You're having a party in the house?"

He nods.

"And you didn't tell me?"

"That's not— it's a date, you deserve better than a date at a frat party," he says, not trying to exclude you from the invitation, he's just afraid that you'll find it uncomfortable.

You take a step closer, "Or you don't want your friends to know about me?" you ask with squinted eyes.

"Yes," he shortly replies then brings his mouth close to your ear, "because I want to keep you for myself."

You scoff and push him just enough to make him take a step back, "but why do I feel like you're trying to keep your friends from me?"

He takes your hand again while walking behind you, "I'm the most good-looking guy in there, trust me!"

"We'll see about that!"

You help Changbin by carrying a couple of dozen of canned beers in your hands while he carries a whole box and everyone makes way for you since you're carrying an essential to the party.

"I'll take them to the kitchen and you can wait here," he tells you.

"I can help you," you offer.

"No, it's okay, just put them on top of the box!" He insists and lowers his box so you can put the one you carry on top, weighing his hands down.

Changbin hurriedly takes them all to the back where his friends already waiting to distribute the beers, he groans once he put them on the kitchen counter with a loud thud and takes two cans.

"You owe me!" he says to his friend.

He hurried back to where he told you to wait by the living room but he can't find you anywhere with all these people scattering around and chatting.

He walks over to his friends sitting on the couch, watching a couple of people playing video games.

"Do you see—"

"You mean your date there?" He cuts him off, pointing to the girl who is playing video games with his other friend, then taking one can of the beers Changbin cradles in his hands.

He chuckles seeing you already hanging out with his friends, looking like you do already friends with them without him have to introduce you first.

He plops down next to you on the couch, "you're good at this," he says in disbelief.

You briefly glance at him for a second, "I told you, I lived with two brothers," you remind him without looking away from the TV screen.

He leaves to get more drinks for you and him while you're going to the bathroom. He meets one of the girls he dated way back before you.

"Who is she?"

Changbin tries to ignore her by keeping himself busy, pouring drinks into cups.

"I haven't seen her before," she says again, following him to the end of the kitchen counter.

"Your friends said you met her through a bet. Is that right?" She relentlessly sticks to him, and won't stop asking without getting an answer.

"That means you're not dating her, right? It's all for a bet?"

He runs out of patience but he calm himself down by turning to face her with the drinks in his hands, "enjoy the party and have a great night!" He says and not saying anything else.

When he turns to leave he sees you already standing there and he stops in his track. Were you listening to their conversation or...

"Is that for me?" You ask, pointing to the cups of drink he carries in his hands.

"Yeah," he answers, offering one to you.

You shake your head, "I'm done drinking.”

"But she can have my drink," you tell him, gesturing to the girl who spoke to him.

You take the cup and place it on the kitchen counter, linking your arm with Changbin, you say, "didn't you say you're going to show me your room?"

Changbin did promise to take you to his room despite his room being a mess, it always has been that except when his parents come to visit. He takes you upstairs to where all the bedrooms are, it's off-limits to the party guests which makes it quieter there, he pulls your hand and leads you to the room that faced the backyard.

Someone calls for him right when he's about to push his bedroom door open.

"You can go in first," he tells you.

"It'll only take a minute!" He assures you with a hand on your back.

You nod and get in first.

He helps his friends carrying a cooler full of ice to the backyard and makes a run back upstairs to his room, where you're squatting down to find something under his bed.

"What are you looking for?" He asks as he closes the door behind him.

"Anything... interesting," you say with a raised eyebrow and a giggle then sits on the edge of the bed.

"Interesting?" He asks back while taking a seat next to you.

"I'm not hiding anything," he confidently says.

You tip your head to the side, "is that also mean you're not hiding any porn magazines or something?"

He bursts out laughing, "Why would I need that?"

You shrug, "I lived with two brothers, remember?"

He leans in close and sees the irises in your eyes, so mesmerizing like two beautiful ponds, "I only need to think of you," he says in an incredibly low voice.

You scoff as he plants a tender kiss on your neck.

"And your pretty lips," he adds with a kiss on your lips and a hand holding your jaw.

Changbin only realizes now that instead of your usual outfit of jeans and a simple top, you're wearing a white cotton dress that exposes your beautiful neckline.

"You've been hiding these from me?" He asks while trailing his fingers on your collarbone, then placing a kiss there.

"Is it time for the new trick?" You ask with a hand in his hair.

The night turns different than what he planned, he never meant to take you here because he was being honest when he said he doesn't want to introduce you to his friends yet for the sole reason that they'd be nosy about it.

And ultimately, you deserve a nice third date anywhere but here, not in his bedroom and definitely not on his unmade bed.

He opens his eyes to find you pinned underneath him with his face only inches away from yours and as beautiful as he thought it would be, even better because he can see the glints in your eyes as he stares into you.

"You're so beautiful," he says again.

You put a hand on the nape of his neck and lazily scratch him there, "blame that on the poor lighting in your room," you say.

He puts his finger on your lips to shut you up, "shh..."

You open your mouth to playfully bite it.

Changbin softly bites your neck in return, making you laugh while his hands keep yours pinned on your side.

Then someone comes barging into the room, "get down and help us lift the couch outside!"

It's one of Changbin's friends asking him for help again and the second his eyes adjusted to the sight he's seeing, he immediately closes the door.

"Sorry!" He shouts from the outside of the door.

There is an awkward silence then you burst out laughing while Changbin hides his face in the crook of your neck.

"I'm so sorry," he says to you, his voice muffled.

You don't say anything but hold him close with your body still shaking from laughing.

"Changbin?"

He lifts his head to look at you, "yeah?"

"Do you have anything to say to me?" You ask.

That's a broad question with a broad answer, he has so much to tell you but he needs more time to fathom his feelings into sentences.

"We should lock the door?" He guesses with a raised eyebrow.

You got quiet for a few seconds then smile, "that would be a great idea!"

He kisses your cheek before getting up from the bed and walking to the door to lock it, when he turns around, you're unzipping your dress and letting it fall onto the floor.

You step out of it and reveal yourself to him, so much skin exposed he can't decide where to look.

"Come here!" You gesture to him with your fingers to come closer.

He takes a deep breath and says, "yes, ma'am!"

The way your bodies collided with each other only means that both of you have been craving it. His hands roam your body to feel your silky smooth skin, making him whimper against your lips.

Your hands are so fast to undress him, next thing he knows his clothes are on the floor and he got nothing on but his underwear.

His bed becomes heaven with your naked body on it, he takes a moment to admire the view that he can only envision in his head for the past few days but now he gets to see it with his own eyes.

Your body, your heavenly body is inked with tiny little tattoos that he's more than eager to discover one by one with his fingers.

One on your ribcage, one on the underside of your breast, one on the side of your left hip, on your inner arm, one on your back shoulder but his favorite must be the tattoo on your sternum, a little stalk of flower that he can almost feel the delicate petals with his fingertips.

He plants a tender kiss on it and sends the tingle right through your chest.

You let out a low moan as his hand went down south and meet your wetness there.

"You're so delicate," he murmurs with a lustful sigh.

To make it fair, you slip your hand into his underwear to palm his member and feel it throbbing in your hand while you keep your legs spread open for him so he can freely touch you, easing his fingers into you and pumping them, making you even wetter than before.

You moan as your mouths locked in a sloppy kiss with your moans getting caught in between.

"Changbin," you call him again as his mouth slides down your neck.

"Mmh?"

"Condom?"

His eyes snap open at the sudden reminder that he doesn't have any condom in his drawer, he can make a run to his friend's room and get one, but to do that, he has to get dressed first and risk losing the momentum that he built.

He has no choice but does that, he grabs his shirt from the floor, "I'll go get one from my friend's room," he says.

But you grab his hand, stopping him from going, "It's okay. I'm on the pill."

Changbin takes a few seconds to let the words sink in, "we're going to do it without...?" He is not even able to finish his sentence.

You nod.

He takes another deep breath to calm himself down and feels a significant rise in his body temperature.

"Are you sure?" He asks once again.

"I'd love to see you run naked to your friend's room to get a condom, but yes, I'm sure," you reply.

He suddenly gets nervous, not for you but himself, because what if he can't control himself?

You give his back a few soothing rubs then kisses his neck, "are we going to continue or what?"

He lets out a long breath, "give me a moment!" He says, still can't wrap his head around the fact he gets to have sex with you without protection and it will be his first time doing it so.

You let out a chuckle and peppered his shoulder with soft kisses to help him relax, he just doesn't know that you continue the trail of kisses down until your mouth stops on his abdomen.

His eyes widen, catching on to what you're trying to do next and then you put all of your hair into one side, slowly taking his length in your mouth.

"Oh f—" he quickly muffles himself by biting his lower lip to not let the profanity out of his mouth.

"Can't even give me a moment, mmh?"

You let his cock out of your mouth with a gasp then a laugh, "I'm trying to help you relax," you answer.

"How is that helping me relax?" He asks in protest but not complaining when you bring your mouth down his length again.

He looks down at you and your soft, pretty lips wrapped around his cock, how you take him well, making him feel good with your mouth. What gets him off is the way you enjoy yourself giving it to him, he would be a fool not enjoying it too.

His hand reaches for your head to put your hair out of the way, putting it into a makeshift ponytail in his hand.

He uses his other hand to cup your jaw and your eyes are looking up at him, "You're so good at everything, don't you?"

You tease him more by sucking him harder and taking him fully until your nose meets his pubic bone.

He groans in response and tugs at your hair a bit harder, "how am I going to relax?"

He moves his hand to scoop your breast and gently fondle it, "you make me impatient to be inside you," he says.

You slowly pull away with your mouth open, catching your breath and he leads you to hover above him, pulling you until you collapse on top of him.

He kisses you hard, turning you over on the bed to have you under him again and making enough space to tease your dripping cunt with the tip of his cock.

You arch your back every time he ran his cock down your slit, purposely heightening the anticipation.

"I can't wait to be inside you too, beautiful," he says with a sly smirk.

He draws a sharp breath to finally start pushing his stiff member inside you, ever so slowly to let you adjust to his size, to also take his time to not lose it all at once.

It's hard to do so when you feel so tight around him, so wet that he doesn't have any trouble pushing the remaining length into you.

He let out a triumphant sigh when he fully sheathed inside, snug and warm, slick with juices. It takes everything in him not to lose it right then and there.

Then you put your legs around his waist, launching him deeper inside you so that he grips the bedsheet.

"All I ask is a moment," he grumbles through his gritted teeth.

You giggle and kiss him on the lips as an apology, "sorry, you just feel so good inside me," you bluntly admit.

You always know how to get him off, do you? He kisses you more to finally gain some control and starts moving, thrusting into you at a steady, slow pace.

He can only hear your fervent breathing and the sounds of how wet you are for every pounding he does into you.

"So good, Bin!" you breathlessly say into his ear, "I'm so close..."

Not that he wants the sex to be over so fast, but he can't hold himself anymore, the temptation of cumming is getting harder to resist the more you clench around him.

"So, so close..." you say again with your hand gripping his shoulder.

"You can let go, baby," he says to you with a sloppy kiss on your mouth.

Your breathless moans are getting frequent, louder as the hand gripping his shoulder tightens.

"Come, cum around me," he orders in a whispery voice as if trying to bind you in a spell.

"Oh..." you loop both of your hands around his neck and pull him close, moaning into his mouth as he keeps thrusting into you intensely harder.

"My God! Bin!" You cry into his neck.

"Let go..." he tells you, kissing you with as much focus as his brain dulled from all the pleasure.

You cry his name the second you climax and cling to him as he slows down the motions of the hips to give you time to relish your orgasm.

He presses a long kiss on your lips then starts moving again, trying to catch his high. His cock is engorging inside you, ready to unload his seed at any given moment.

Before he gets it too late, he pulls out immediately and replaces your tight warm walls with his hand, pumping it until the pearly white of his seed spurts out of the tip, cumming all over your stomach.

He didn't dare to imagine such a sight, his white cum painted your heavenly body like this and you squirm, smearing some of it all over your breast then lick it off your finger.

An angel wouldn't do such a sinful thing, but you make it a wondrous sight, exceeding his wildest fantasy.

To say he likes you would be an understatement, he's smitten, and his head is filled with nothing but you, just you.

"Fuck!!!" He curses out loud with so much frustration at how can you be this alluring? It upsets him because he only gets to know you now.

He lowers his mouth on you as he makes up his mind that he got to have you, no matter what.

Changbin gropes around the space next to him on the bed and he hears your laugh instead.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" You say as you sat at the end of the bed and zip up your dress.

He rubs his eyes to adjust to the morning sun flooding his room, "why aren't you here?"

He pats the bed and lifts the duvet for you to get back into, "come back!" He orders.

You get up and collect your shoes from the other side of the bed, "I can't."

His brain needs a few more minutes to properly function but it isn't hard to know that it's the weekend.

"It's Saturday," he casually says.

You put your shoes on while sitting next to him, "yeah, but I have to work on my drawings."

You put on the other shoes, "and I have to get them done by the end of this month," you elaborate.

You smile and get up from the bed, "in fact, I don't think I'll be able to go out this week," you add.

Changbin doesn't have a solid ground to argue about that with you, he's still no one to you but someone you've been seeing and having sex with.

"Just a few minutes?" He tries again with a charming smile.

He pats the bed again, "please?"

You take your jacket from his study chair, "I really have to leave now," you say with an apologetic smile.

Changbin scrambles to get up from the bed and grab his clothes closest to him, "then can you wait for a few minutes so I can drive you there?"

You walk up and push him down the bed again, "do not worry, I'll stop by my place to change and get to the studio," you pause to catch a breath, "I'll call you when I'm free," you assure him.

He grabs your hand and pulls you close, "you'd better!"

You smile and softly place a kiss on his cheek, "bye!"

You take your bag on your way to the door and wave your hand at him before closing the door, leaving him alone to reminisce everything that happened last night, replaying every single moment only to see his cock hardening to the thoughts of you.

It seems like you're avoiding him.

He doesn't want to think that way but something about the way you keep saying you're busy with the assignment every time he called you assured him that you are avoiding him.

He makes a run to your class to catch you before your art class ends and sees you putting away your ease, ready to leave.

"You didn't call!" He blurts out.

It has always been him keeping the girls on their toes waiting for his call, now he gets a taste of his own medicine and it's so fucking bitter.

"You promise me!" He says again.

You look into his eyes and then smile, "that's because I'm not free yet," you defend yourself.

Changbin frowns, "not even a few minutes just to call me?"

You laugh because he is sulking like a fussy toddler, you can't help but give his lips a quick peck to console him.

It takes him aback that he got speechless.

"I swear I'll call you but now, I have to go because my shift starts in half an hour," you speak so softly as if you would to a child with your hands holding him by his elbows.

"I can drive you," he shouts an offer.

But you're already far out of earshot to hear it and keep walking without looking back at him.

Could it be that you're lying to him?

He saw you walking with a guy he's never seen before and you looked rather too friendly with him to be considered as just friends, or that's what it seems to Changbin.

The sight is enough to light the fuse that sets the wick to his patience and negative thoughts start eating his brain, leaving him with nothing but unkind, suspicious thoughts.

If you're so busy, then why did you have time for another guy?

He pushes through the entrance to the hardware store where you're working, he knows you're taking the night shift today. He doesn't want to explain why he knows your schedule, he only wanted to know why you haven't called him back.

Your boss greets him but he walks past him, searching for you in every aisle until he finds you squatting down, restocking a tray of duct tape in every size.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He says.

You get up and face him, letting the box of duct tape on the floor.

You seem to notice that he's in distress, "how about I'll meet you after work?" You suggest.

But he runs out of patience, he wants an answer right now and he will not take anything less than that. If he wants it, he should and must get it.

"Who is he?" He asks with knitted eyebrows, his face showing all the pent-up anger inside him.

"What guy?"

"Who is the guy you were with earlier?"

Your eyes that were on him shift past his shoulder and Changbin looks over his shoulder to see your boss is watching over you. He is upset, mad even but he doesn't want to get you into trouble at work.

"I'll wait for you at the parking lot!" He says so low that only you can hear him.

He chooses the opposite direction from where he was coming and you grab the sleeve of his jacket to stop him from walking away, "you mean the guy who walked with me on campus?"

He doesn't answer but you can tell that your guess is true. He knows every male art student you usually hang out with you but there's one guy that he has never seen, he must be seeing him when he was walking with you around the campus.

"That's my brother," you tell him and hoping that it satisfies his curiosity, then lets him go.

You get back to work, squatting down on the floor to restock the shelf and you see your boss leaves you to it.

Changbin feels like hitting himself for losing it so easily, why would he assume so easily like that? You did mention more than a dozen times that you have two brothers and that your older brother lives downtown.

How could he forget that? He hits the steering wheel so many times that he accidentally pushes on the horn, surprising anyone who is walking.

Thanks to his haste judgments, he owes an apology to you now.

He waits outside by his car until you come out of the hardware store, taking his jacket off, and put it on you when you're close enough to his reach, doesn't hesitate to hug you after.

"I'm sorry,” he mutters full of regrets.

He knows he's wrong and he owns up to his mistake right away, doesn't give time for his pride get in the way.

"Are you going to drive me home?" You ask.

"Yes!"

You stay quiet the whole ride home that he starts to get nervous, what if you changed your mind about dating him?

This seems like a good reason for you to never call him back.

When the car stops, you immediately unbuckle your safety belt and gather your bag while he watches you in silence. You push the car door open, stopping when you see him just sitting there, "aren't you going to walk me upstairs?"

He doesn't expect that, he was too afraid that you would be mad at him but turns out, you seem don't to mind it that much.

You hold his hand as you walk up the stairs to your small apartment, he stands behind you as you’re unlocking the door.

The door cracks open and you pull him with you, leading him inside.

"It's small so there's not much to see," you tell him, putting down your bag on the couch.

Changbin takes a look around your studio apartment where he can see your small bed neatly made and your study desk cluttered with papers and pencils. On the couch, there's a sketchbook with the page open on a half-finished drawing.

"This is for fun," you inform him, flipping the page to show him everything you've drawn on it.

Your talent never ceases to amaze him and he adores every drawing even if it was a drawing of mundane objects such as a chocolate wrapper.

"Can you draw?" You ask.

He shakes his head, he can confidently brag about anything but not his drawing skill.

"You want to try?"

You flip the sketchbook to a new page and take out a new pencil from a pencil case lying on the round table.

"I can't draw!" He says to you, it's not something embarrassing to admit anyway, everyone has a different talent and his talent is definitely not drawing.

"Come on! I'll be the model!" You say, then start dragging a chair from the kitchen to the center of the room.

"The model?"

"Yeah, for your drawing," you say, taking off his jacket that you are wearing and carefully folding it to place it on the armrest of the couch.

"Just like you did for my class," you add and start taking off your blouse.

Things take a hard turn for him and he thought he's in a dream because you keep taking your clothes off, then putting everything into a pile on the couch next to him.

He has no other choice but to draw you since you're already naked and posing for him by sitting on the chair.

He prepares himself to see you right in front of him, sitting sideways on the chair, stark naked but your eyes are looking at him.

Changbin picks up the pencil and is determined to do his best to draw you, although he can tell that it would be a disastrous drawing.

"Did I get you in trouble at the store earlier?" He asks, softly stroking his pencil on the pristine sketching paper.

"No," you answer.

"But my boss thinks you're mad over my paint recommendation."

"He remembers what we talked about that day?"

"Yes," you shortly reply, "he even remembers the color of socks I wore a week ago."

"Should I be amazed or creeped out?"

You laugh out loud, "definitely not a good thing, I can't lie about work to him," you whine while scratching your nose.

"Don't move, please!" He teases you even though he has no idea what he was doing.

"Oh? I'm sorry!" You meekly say with a sly laugh.

He starts to get the hang of it, drawing and glancing up to see you once in a while to refresh his memory, he picks up another topic because he doesn't want you to focus on him when it should be the other way around.

"Did you know that I modeled that day for a bet?" He asks, he has been trying to address the issues for so long, and now he gets the chance to explain, afraid that you might misunderstand the whole thing.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I was drunk and they made me agree to it," he explains while drawing the feet of the chair you're sitting on.

"Are you telling me this because you're afraid that I misunderstood everything?"

It catches him off guard how you can easily read his mind, or you are exceptionally gifted with keen senses. He really can't hide around you, you see right through him.

He stops drawing and put his hand down, "it was true that I met you through a bet," he says.

He looks at you because he wants you to know how sincere he is about this, "but this, going on dates with you is not part of it."

You don't react but keep looking into his eyes as if you're scanning his words thoroughly to see if anything he said is a lie.

"I know," you simply say.

That baffles him how you are so calm about it when he is stressed so much about this.

You get up from your chair and drag a folded quilt from the sofa, wrapping your naked body with it, and making your way toward him while clutching it around you.

When you're close enough, you stand next to him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh!" You beam when you look at his drawing of you, it looks more like a mindless, scrawled drawing of a person.

You tip your head to the side to say something about it, "Uhm... it's interesting..." you hum to yourself.

Changbin laughs at how speechless you got from seeing his artwork, "you don't have to say nice things," he says, drawing you close to him with a hand around your waist.

"I mean... you did a great job with the chair," you say with a sly smile.

His face drops and starts laughing out of embarrassment, regretting doing it in the first place.

"I told you I can't draw," he mumbles with his head nuzzled to your side.

It's your turn to laugh at how embarrassed he is of himself, wrapping the quilt around him and sitting on his lap, straddling him.

"We move on to the next thing then," you say with a raised eyebrow.

"Time for another trick?"

You nod.

That sparks Changbin's excitement, knowing what you're hinting at as you let the quilt slide down your body, reminding him that you're sitting fully naked on his lap.

Changbin realizes that he was rushing things the first time and he shouldn't make the same mistake, he will do it right.

So he starts over by taking his time admiring every curve and dip of your body with fluttering touches and kisses because you deserve no less than that.

"Take me to bed!" You whisper.

He doesn't need to be told yet he wants to be a gentleman about it, waiting for your permission. Now that he got it, he gets up from his chair, not having any trouble lifting you along with him with your legs hooked around his waist.

He kicks the door open and takes you to your bedroom, stop in the middle of the room as you smother his face with kisses.

"I hope you don't mind that I have a small bed," you say, turning your head to your single-sized bed in a baby blue bedsheet.

"Even better!" He exclaims and not wasting time laying you down on the bed.

Your hands are fumbling to take each piece of clothing while his body hovering above you, kissing you down your pillow.

Changbin helps by taking off the rest himself and getting on top of you, feeling your skin to skin, closest as he can get.

"Do you have another trick or should I do mine?" You ask him between kisses.

His ear perked up hearing the latter but there was no way he passes the chance to make you cum first, "I'm offended," he says.

"Huh?"

"Did you think that I'm running out of tricks?"

You chuckle while running your hands up and down his muscular arms, "Are you?"

He glares at you and then attacks you with haste, little kisses that make you giggle.

It's time for his trick, the ace up his sleeve, dragging his lips down to where he can please you the most. If one thing that he's confident about is going down on you and pleasing you with his mouth, his full lips and greedy mouth make a lethal combination that can make you squirm to eventually fall apart against his mouth.

His arms curve under your thighs, his hand joining yours to knead on your breast and the other keeping your leg open so he can dive deeper into your wetness.

Your moans are getting louder, breathless and he takes it that he's doing it right, licking your slit repeatedly with his slick tongue, then sucking on your clit.

"Oh my!" You gasp, tugging at his hair a little too hard.

He withdraws his mouth to give you a few seconds to catch your breath, kissing your inner thighs and smearing your juices all over with his lips.

"You taste sweet," he murmurs with a soft kiss on your clit.

It's so lewd and endearing at the same time yet your heart flips.

He glides his hands down to your thighs, pinching the flesh while looking at you with his head hanging low between your legs.

He presses a kiss on your thigh, "so, so sweet," he murmurs again before lowering his mouth to your cunt again. Your body goes limp as pleasure fills your body to the brim that it's almost overflowed out of you.

Changbin knows you're on the brink of climax, your legs are shaking, and keep wanting to clamp his head in between, he licks on your essence and tastes more of you.

"Can't take it anymore..." you breathlessly say to him, your hips lifting off of the bed.

Changbin doesn't reply but keeps going, responding to your words with more actions, more pressure on your clit, and letting it melt under his tongue.

"Oh my, oh..." your voice breaks into a mix of cries and moans.

It's a wondrous sight to see, seeing you drunk in pleasure with your body flushed with a heavenly glow. He can't resist but plant kisses on your body.

He pauses to rest his head on your stomach while adoring your little tattoos inked on the skin, continuing his trail of kisses to stop on your chest.

Your hands going in his hair to tenderly cradle his head, "that was a slick trick!"

He chuckles with his mouth against your collarbone, he takes it that the pleasure has slowly dissipated. He puts his arms around you, stopping your body to lift, making you gasp in surprise.

You gasp once more as he sits you down on his lap.

"Time for your trick, princess!" He teases you, tickling your neck by placing slobbering kisses.

You laugh into his hair with your hands around his neck, "I need to borrow your magic wand for that," you tease back.

He kisses your lips before answering, "With pleasure!"

It's the one thing that Changbin never knew would arouse him so much, how small you are around him, under him, on his lap.

But you always manage to take his cock well.

His eyes are watching the way his cock disappears into you, little by little and eventually buried completely inside you, in all that goodness that wrapped his cock snug and tight.

"Bounce, baby, bounce!" He coos as you move on his lap, bouncing on his cock with your breasts moving along to the movements.

He is more than eager to take them in his mouth, sucking on your nipples, gently nibbling on the flesh. Your moans and the skin-slapping sounds of your bodies colliding for every move you make on him echo in your room.

Your trick is of course doing magic on him, except that you haven't cast the spell yet.

Your hand is in his hair then slowly your put your mouth close to his ear, "you can cum inside me, Bin!"

His mouth lets go of your breast instantly, as if it would help him make sense of the words you just whispered to him. He holds you by your waist and put you on a halt, "what did you say?"

You give his lips a quick peck then answer him, "I said, you can cum inside me," you repeat.

Changbin draws a deep breath, overwhelmed by your surprising offer which he can't resist. He takes another moment to gather his thoughts by putting you down on the bed again then slowly pulls out of you.

"What's wrong?" You ask because he looks rather confused when you thought he would be ecstatic about it.

He props a hand against the bed and towers about you, "you want me to cum inside you?" He asks again like you speak another language to him earlier.

You cup his jaw in your hand, "yes, only if you want to."

He lets out a breathless laugh and hides his face in your neck, "I need a moment."

"Take as much as you want," you say to him while holding him close.

After the much-needed time, he pushes his cock inside you again with low moans escaping your mouth until he is fully sheathed in your warm velvety walls.

There you are again, looking so small under him but not having trouble taking his big cock, it arouses him so much that he doesn't want to waste another second to thrust into you.

"You're so small," he murmurs with his face only inches away from yours.

"The bed?" You ask.

He chuckles and places a kiss on your lips for your wit.

"And you're so big," you say back, a hand wrapped around his neck.

"So little..."

"Yeah?"

"So good..." he sighs in delight.

"So fucking good..." he sighs again as he feels you clench around him which gives him the assurance to pick up the pace.

You keep looking at him and forcing him to look back at you, watching every face you make as he pounds into you.

He groans, he can feel that he can't hold it much longer, it's just so good he can't take it anymore.

"Bin?"

"Mmh?"

"You're going to cum inside me, right?" You casually ask like you didn't just ask him to plant his seed inside you.

Those words do nothing but make him impatient for a release he groans in response.

"Going to fill me with your cum?" You ask again while brushing his hair to the back and keeping them there.

It's your twinkling eyes that resemble a child's so much that gets him off yet what you ask of him is far from innocent, it's improper, filthy and he likes it so much.

His body answers to his need by moving faster, faster and the next thing he knows, he's soaring high to cloud nine.

Your legs locked around his waist to not let him pull out yet, you want every drop of his seed inside you.

He continuously groans yet keeps the motion of his hips going, slowing down the pace while his mouth searches for yours.

It's nothing like he ever had before, he believes sex hits differently because he did it with you.

There's not much space to move around on the bed but to hold you close and kiss you while trying to calm himself down from his high.

The trip to the bathroom helped him but all he wanted is immediately go back under the covers with you.

Your hands are stacked under your chin as you lay on top of him while his hands rest on the arch of your back, fingers twirling the end of your hair.

"I have something to tell you," you say.

"Go ahead and tell me!"

"I like you," you mutter to him as clear as day.

That makes him wonder how can you make everything seems so easy. He should learn from you how to speak his feelings out loud.

"But not that much," you quickly add.

That, he doesn't expect.

You chuckle seeing his baffled expression, "what I mean is it would be the right time for you to leave," you say.

His hands stop playing with your hands, "what do you mean?"

"I know you don't like sticking to one person for long," you say, speaking so softly as to not let him get the wrong idea, "I'd completely understand if you don't want to continue this."

He watches your face as you explain everything to him, how you don't want to be involved more if he just wants to fool around with you. He gets the message but it's too late for that.

"Then we got a problem," he says to you.

You tip your head to the side.

"I already like you too much," he wraps his hands around you and holds you close like you weren't lying on top of him already.

"A nice offer though but I have to say no," he finishes with a shrug and a smirk.

You shrug as well and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, "don't say I didn't warn you!"

Changbin breaks into a run once his class is finished.

He wants to catch you before you leave for the next class, he can make it in 5 minutes if he runs fast enough to the art class.

The students are spilling out of the door when he gets there, he takes a break to catch his breath and walks to the art class. You are talking to a guy and he spotted the bottle of juice, the same one you gave him the day he modeled for the class.

He dashes towards you and hugs you from the back, doesn't hesitate to kiss you in front of other people.

"I was talking to someone," you scold him as you pull away from the kiss.

You turn your head at the guy again, "I'm sorry," you mutter your apology to him.

"No worries!" He says.

Changbin tightens his hand around your waist as if to mark his territory and you silently chuckle at him.

"I'd better go then!" The guy says and slings his backpack on one shoulder.

"Thanks for the hard work!" You say and watch him leave.

Changbin finally can relax and lets go of you, putting on a displeased face, "so you did that to the other models too?"

You shake your head and go to your chair to take your bag, "yes, I do thank them for their hard work."

He isn't that jealous but then he sees the drawing you made on the guy and he suddenly feels a fit of intense jealousy, he wants to be the only one you draw that good.

But that would be selfish of him, also, he can't blame your talent.

You put your hand on his chest and say, "I did that to you too!"

He suddenly feels bad for being so jealous, because it reminds him of how he met you. He takes your hands and pulls you to the changing room.

"I have to go to my next class," you mumble but not stopping him from taking you inside.

"But we have a few minutes before that!" He insists, locking the door behind him.

You look at him, scoffing because he knows he is up to no good.

He flashes you a smirk as he leans in close and then puts his lips on your lips, capturing you in a kiss that he craves so much because the make-out session in his car earlier wasn't enough.

You giggle as he places kisses on your neck while his hands move down to your legs, sneaking under the hem of your dress.

"We don't have time for your magic trick," you tell him.

That doesn't stop him from keeping going, he hastily kisses your lips and confidently says, "I can make anything happens!"

You scoff and put your hands around his neck, "of course, I believe you."

But that didn't sound convincing to him, he needs to make you believe that it's possible for him to do it.

"Want to bet?"

This is what he likes to play, he knows his odd and the odd is in his favor.

You slyly smile at him, considering his offer for a bit before nodding, "okay."

He smirks at you again before kneeling on the floor, putting his hands under your dress to pull your underwear down your legs.

Without lifting the dress, his hand traces your delicate flesh, easily locating your clit to gently circling on it. He looks up at you and sees how your mouth slacks open, your breathing grows heavy as he teases it more by running his fingers down your slit, soaking his fingers with your arousal.

"Here comes the magic trick!" He says as he lifts the hem of your dress.

And this is what he likes to see, that thing between your legs, winning and proving you wrong.

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lix-ables · 2 years

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han and mirror sex? or maybe changbin and body worth ship? or chan threesome with... maybe felix?

han and mirror sex is MY FAVE NO KIDDING. but hihi, so sorry i got to this so late omg.

⨳ han x mirror sex. @chvnnie where are you omg. like i imagine him to be the kind to have you ride him - be it his dick or thigh or just like have you kneel down in front of him while you blow him off, his fingers are ALWAYS going to be in your hair, you can fite me on this. if you're straddling him, with your lips near his ear, your sounds intoxicating him, making him grunt, making his nails dig into your skin - if they're on your thigh, you can expect him to squeeze them, his voice is the only thing in your head, listening to every word he says. "that's it baby. look at how pretty you're being right now, i shouldn't be greedy with my view hm? take a look yeah?" with that, he'd tilt your chin around, to look into the mirror that's currently in front of you, the sight making you wetter than earlier.

if you're on your knees for him, your tongue teasing the tip of his cock, and his fingers grip onto your hair, pulling you away from him, whinging. "don' tease please. want to feel your pretty lips 'round my dick. please please -" "brats like you shouldn't get anything, bunny," you whisper to him, pushing your hair to the side, before bringing your hand to stroke his cock once, your thumb continuing to tease his tip, ignoring his protests. "if you want something, you need to stop your fucking whining, and be a good boy for me."

⨳ changbin x body worship. omg this baby would lOVE to worship your body like it's made FOR HIM. @ipegchangbin z my love where are you? like can you imagine sub!bin just wanting to please you, that he'd do just about anything, and because you want to have your fun with him, you let him do what he wants. you can expect him to start by asking you if he could mark you up, begging to just touch you, a smile lighting up his face when you agree, your fingers in his hair, letting him do his work. oh the way he'd absolutely LOSE IT when you praise him in between, calling him pretty, and just when he reaches your tits, ready to suck on them, with his hands resting at your waist. "aww are you blushing baby? just 'cause i called you pretty? that's right, binnie is such a pretty boy, just for me." from leaving kisses all over your body, to actually listening to every word, from letting you guide him on how he can please you better, oh he'd be so good to you.

⨳ chan x reader x felix. @youn9racha @chrisbahng help omg oh i imagine chan just guiding felix on how to make you feel good? and just the right amount of teasing, the right amount of touching - be it if he's edging you, how chan starts cooing when you have tears in your eyes, begging both the boys to just let you come. "not just yet sweetheart, lix hasn't had his turn with you," chan sighs, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear, reminding you over and over how good you're being for them, just as felix gets on his knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed. his hands parting your knees so he can settle with his face between your legs, his eyes looking at the way your hands shifted from grabbing the sheets and chan's hands.

chan on the other hand, pressed kisses to your forehead, his fingers caressing your arms, moving to your tits, his thumbs on each of your nipples, slow motions on them making you lose your mind completely. you keep begging felix to stop teasing you, and you can feel him smiling against your clit, before chan whispers "now you can come. be a good pup and make a mess on lix's face and fingers okay?"

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hissecretsin · 1 year

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changbin | skz | m

-changbin and the breeding kink which follows him is addicting to think about. maybe it’s his gentle masculinity that makes that idea come to fruition, his sweet caresses and feathering kisses. anything to spoil you as you slowly climb to a sense of euphoria. or maybe in a very consensual moment, his strength would be applied to hold you down as he unloads his cum deep within you. every thing he does would lead to that specific moment, “you’re mine” the words would cascade from his lips as they traveled amongst your heated skin, trembling at every touch. “im gona breed you till my cum leaks from your precious pussy.” its human nature for him to overpower all your abilities till you beg him for more, licking you enough to mark you, his rough dominant actions would subside as he would begin to cater to you. “i want you to feel me every time you move, i want to be carved deep within your cunt so no man can come near.” it was a demand but his mouth wouldn’t stop praising you with kisses, sudden laps of his tongue on your sweaty body making him groan harshly. between his workout regimen and stage performance, his stamina would be insane to compete with. his nonstop hours of love making would turn into rough sex the closer he got to his moment to mark the entirety of your cunt. walls, womb and all.

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iheartbangchan97 · 1 year

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I swear this man makes me so wet and horny. Literally clenching around nothing just thinking about him fucking me. 🥵🫦

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corruption-skz · 2 years

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No thoughts just this with Changbin for the first time ever with anyone:

https://twitter.com/g08x_t/status/1512126533212594219?s=20&t=fESwBrBkU7nlWvy5kTklJw

(The Link contains: fingering)

No but the hands also look like they could be Changbin's I'M CRYING

Includes: fingering, virgin reader, praising, pet names.

Changbin knew you weren't experienced so he decided to prep you properly because he didn't want to hurt his princess after all.

He had you laid back on his chest holding you close to him as he was thrusting his fingers inside you in a slow pace trying to get you used to his fingers trying to hold you in place at the same time.

"Shh don't move angel, Binnie needs to stretch you out a bit"

Once he saw you got used to it he started picking up his pace kissing your ear at the same time whispering soft praises.

"You're doing so good angel, you're almost ready to take my dick"

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pastelracha · 10 months

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BUFF BABY

☾ Title : BUFF BABY

☾ REBLOG/FEED BACK IS ALWAYS ENCOURAGE

☾ Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

☾ Genre: MINORS DNI , smut, friends/idiots to lovers.

☾ Prompt: College smutty Changbin with glasses and yeah I'm weak ok.

☾ A/N: the one is on RACHALOG and bin’s look in it still f’ed me up to this point, lovely mention to @kookthief & @baekhyyun for proofreading my messing mind, and the lovely @uwuheeseungie asked me to be tagged but I can’t find it so here we go, don’t forget to give me your feed back guys, and please interact with the reactions/ scenarios I post thanks xox

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College life was hard as a musical engineer, thank God someone decided to send you an adorable looking buff junior named Seo Changbin, a scary looking guy whenever he wasn’t smiling, but with a heart of gold.

The man was always wearing black, but his glasses made him look like a small puppy.

Chan was your best friend in college, and he always attracts younger friends in your group and changbin was one of them.

The first time he told you he needed to meet changbin and jisung at the gym you couldn’t say you were shocked, changbin surely got his huge muscular arms from somewhere. But he always seems so shy and uncomfortable with girls asking him about it.

Changbin was a normal guy, loving music and going to the gym. He wasn’t really here to impress people; he was just doing what he loved and lived for a healthy life in college. He was intimidating but also looking really cute with his black glasses almost like he trademarks the boyfriend look. His backpack always hanging on his left shoulder, huge, oversized hoodies in the autumn and nice fitting shirts in summer, and his curly hair falling on his forehead, Seo Changbin was the cliché of college boyfriend.

Your senior year wasn’t going easy on you, exams on exams. And changbin (even if you never wanted to admit it) was the sunshine in your college life, always bringing you iced americano or one of your favorite pastries. Seo Changbin was probably your caffeine getting you through your college life.

“Noona !!!” Jeongin was running straight to you with two iced americanos in his hands. Yang Jeongin was the cutest first-year student, his fennec fox features and his smile always running on his lips. “Noona, here is your daily coffee, and your daily dose of your favorite cutie — aka ME”.

“Well hello mister Yang, thanks for the caffeine I really needed that” you started looking at an unmotivated Kim Seungmin. “Minnie you good?” You asked out of concern.

“If you think having 3 exams on the same day, a failing group project cause people in my philosophy class are rich lazy assholes and the fact Minho won’t stop cooking with ‘Lix until like 3 and half a.m. last night... I guess I’m good y/n”.

Ok... Seungmin was probably in the top 3 of drama queens of the group, Hyunjin having the first place, but Seungmin was running close. “Welcome to college life.”

“And I didn’t even tell you about my shifts at the cafe.” he said, side eyeing the youngest guy. “It’s not my problem that every girl in my classes thinks I’m the cutest kid they've ever seen,” said Jeongin.

You giggle watching the two youngest members of your friend group.

“Speaking of Minho, he said you cost too much of free americano and he thinks he wants to make you pay now,” said a laughing Seungmin.

Lee Minho, you chuckled.

“Well, he needs to remember who feeds his babies when he doesn’t have time.”

—-

Friday nights were the one time everything seems to be relaxing in this life.

Minho closes the cafe at 6pm so the 9 of you could use the space for bad karaoke night, pool games and other stuff.

And here you were sitting at the bar with yet another iced americano watching Hyunjin, Jisung, Minho and Chan playing poker.

“Noona, can you give me a glass of iced ice?” Smirk Minho, his eyes still on his cards.

“Sure for 2000 won, Lee Minho”.

His cards dropped on the pool table, looking you straight in the eyes as if you were still wearing your grudge custom from last Halloween. “I mean that is what you get for making me pay for my coffee addiction.” you retorted, smiling to his Binnie like features.

“Wooow burn.” Laughed Chan at his younger friend.

“Shut up Bahng, or you’ll also pay for all the pastries you eat for free here”.

At that Chan stopped laughing, pursing his lips and scratching his nose.

“Sorry I'm late guys ... but Mrs Kim seems to be an ass as spring is coming”.

Changbin came into the cafe, looking like he had been running from the campus to here — a simple 7-minute walk. His hair got fluffier with his run, a sheer layer of sweat making his glasses sliding on his nose. He smiled at you as he put his bag on the floor next to some of yours.

“y/n noona, hi.” He said sweetly and waved at the rest of the guys.

“Yah Seo Changbin, where is my kiss?” Teased Jisung. His only response was the middle finger from the older guy.

He sat at the bar watching you serving a glass of tea for Minho, while talking with Jeongin.

You poured another for him, giving him the drink before going to serve your other friend at the table winning the poker game.

You couldn’t help but eye the muscular friend dressed in full black sitting next to the youngest kid in your group, Changbin seems to look more attractive as the days pass. His muscles getting more defined, his chest getting bigger, and you were sure he could break a watermelon with these thighs. And damn how you wish he could place you a headlock — weird but his arms are screaming how good they would look around your neck.

Every person in the room was totally on the top 10 most attractive people, but there is one thing about Changbin you couldn’t describe.

But the way his black glasses were framing his face, the way his smile was always creeping on his lips when you were close to his body. Yet how cold his look turned when another male was watching you, and how his aura got menacing in the same second.

—-

Friday nights were also Changbin's favourite time of the week, even if his last lecture finished at 5.30pm because Mister Kim was an asshole and apparently Beethoven was far more interesting than Changbin’s crush on you for the professor. It was his longest lesson, and he was sure of it.

But now that he was playing pool with Minho, Felix and Jeongin, he could flex his skills and muscles just to impress you who’s not sitting so far.

“y/n you should really stop vaping you know it’s not good.” warned Chan looking at you with his disappointing dad look.

“I know Chris but you know, college life isn’t what we all expected and this is my way of coping with it.” you said, taking your vaping pen between your lips... and damn Changbin wished it could be one of his fingers and not that stupid thing laying between your pillowy lips.

“Excuse y’all music thingy future producers and shit but I’ll let you know I have an exhibition in 3 weeks and my teacher is going insane as if it’s her going to expose her paintings ... if she wasn’t already.” Hyunjin sighed, re-doing his bun.

“Sorry your majesty Hwang.” Changbin laughed, looking at his friend.

“How about we don’t talk about our classes and enjoy this night?” Chan stopped everybody. “And I order some food?”

After you all agreed on tteokbokki and fried chicken, the guys started another pool game flexing their skills with cue sticks. Minho tried to distract every one of his friends so he could win the game, crouching next to the table making weird faces to his friends.

You feel so at ease watching them playing, speaking and just doing the usual Friday night activities. “y/n?”

You looked up to find Changbin looking at you with concern in his eyes, his hand on your shoulder. “Food arrived, but you seemed in your own world.” he smiled. You nodded following him to the tables Minho arranged so the 9 of you could fit in.

You watched around you, sitting between Felix and Seungmin with Changbin sitting in front of you, eating his rice cakes. You felt at ease right now, no one was really talking, too focused on food.

—-

Changbin was determined to teach you how to play pool for years and tonight was the night.

“Let me help you noona.” you felt his chest colliding with your back, his arms caging you between his body and the table, his hands covering yours on the stick, and his perfume flowing around you.

You were used to flirting with him but more in a teasing way, having him right here covering your figure with his whole body was something else. You could feel the rush of red and pink running on your cheeks and ears.

His breath was hitting your ear when he was telling you what to do. “Move your back just a little and softly hit the ball.”

It’s almost as if you could touch the tension between your two bodies.

“Bin you're supposed to teach her, not make her a tomato dude!” Seungmin giggled.

He stopped moving, his hard chest hovering on your back. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You just shook your head, finding an excuse about how bad you were with this game. This moment was surely gonna feed your next wet dreams for weeks. Changbin being the main protagonist.

He moved from your body letting you breathe better, going to sip on his beer. “So, Bin,how is it going with Mi Na?”

Song Mi Na, she shares classes with Changbin, and the boys have been teasing the guy with this girl who has been obsessed with him since they shared a project.

Changbin sighed before looking in your direction, hoping to see a reaction from you.

You know better than to show any signs of jealousy for this girl.

“She signed up to the gym— no Chan, it's not funny! She won’t let me live; I swear she even sent food to the apartment yesterday. Jisung ate it”.

The poor girl has been following Changbin like a lost puppy since that project. Giving you side eyes whenever you sit next to Changbin in the cafeteria.

It was funny to see to be honest, for the rest of the guys it was a comedy show direct live.

The side eyes Changbin gives to any guys trying to flirt with you, putting one hand on your back or shoulder. His dark aura gives them a tough time, and Mi Na tries to do everything to get his attention but fails every time.

“The poor girl seems to really like you though,” laughed Felix.

You listened to the conversation, knowing that Changbin seems to be harder with any other guys that tried to flirt with you. Since that night 3 weeks ago when you two shared a drunken kiss at a Wooyoung party.

You two only had a hot make out session in a bathroom, but nothing more since that day.

You couldn’t help but watch him, holding his glass to his lips, drinking the beverage.

You sighed giving up on playing pool for tonight, if you were honest right now you wanted to lay in your bathtub with cheap soju in a wine glass.

Hearing the boys talking about their last hook up and about Mi Na wasn’t your cup of tea.

“Noona, we're gonna play another round of poker, wanna play?” Jisung offered.

“As much as playing stripped poker tempts me so badly, I don’t know how to play and after pool I decided I’m giving up on playing anything but Mario kart with you.”

“Next week noona, pizza and Mario Kart!” Jeongin said.

“Deal Innie” you smiled looking at the kid, Jeongin was like a baby brother to you, during the first few weeks he seemed so lost in the huge college and you decided to take him under your wing, just like you did with the 2000’s liners last year. Your soft spot for the kid was transparent for everyone, everybody knowing Jeongin was like a teddy bear you kept in your backpack.

Changbin couldn’t take his eyes off you, during that exact same time, watching interact with Jeongin was making you look so soft and adorable. Giving your full attention to the youngest one, as if nobody was around in the room, just giving him your full attention.

A small smile finding home on his lips, he looks at you like you were home to him. Chan was also looking at the two of you wishing any of you would confess to the other if he was asked, he would say he was tired of looking at you both flirting with each other but not doing anything else. He was tired of listening to drunk Changbin rambling about how perfect you were every other weekend.

For the love of God just tell her Seo Changbin - he was thinking.

“y/n sleepover tonight?” Asked Chan, and he saw Changbin eyes sparkling with little stars, hoping you would say yes.

“Only if you promise we work on this project and not watch Deadpool for the hundredth time.” You retorted.

—-

This is how you find yourself in Binchan's apartment at 2 am still working on this music thing with CB97, in full producing mode with a Red Bull next to you.

Wearing one of the old Changbin shirts you left in their home and some shorts you always kept in your bag.

Chan was drinking a milkshake trying to stay awake.

Changbin was sitting on the floor right in front of the couch where the two of you were working, playing Gran Turismo 7.

He was listening to your conversation with his best friend. How you all needed to make a ballad to pass this project and get stuck on lyrics. He also chose a musical course, but as he was the year before, your classes were not really the same.

“How about you write a ballad about a burger instead of a lover?” He asked jokingly.

“Bin we all know food is your number one, but I think Miss Kang will kill us if we do a cheeseburger, you are my loveeer~” said Chan sighing to his best friend.

Changbin raised his shoulders, continuing his game. Mumbling about how cheeseburger wasn’t not his favorite burger and how his friend should have known better.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t married at this point?” You asked giggling.

“Christopher, let's make out to show your friend here, we’re indeed an old married couple with 6 children.” said Changbin, who placed a hand on Chan’s thigh, making kissing noises.

You were sure none of your friends couldn’t be serious for more than 3 minutes max.

Changbin finally looked in your direction, winking at you, laughing at the same time.

This, ladies and gentlemen, was your crush, and you couldn’t be sure about it. Cause you were the same.

It's been 3 hours since you gave up on working on this project, Chan laying on the carpet sleeping like a baby, a little drool running on his chin, you were laying on the couch, a leg on the back of the said couch. Your hair going crazy on top of your head.

Changbin woke up feeling thirsty, when he saw you, he took the duvet from the loveseat to cover you.

“Bin?” You asked, your voice groggy and full of sleep. “What time is it?”

He ran his hand into your hair, smiling at you “A little past seven love— sleep some more”.

You look at him, his face a bit swollen with sleep, his glasses laying on his nose, and his hair messier than ever. Making him look so beautiful and lovable. “Changbin?” You asked unsure.

He nodded looking at you, his eyes glowing so much behind his glasses, you could feel his breath hitting your cheek. His eyes were moving between your lips and eyes. “Tell me not to kiss you y/n.”

You didn’t say anything, just watching his kissable lips. Your tongue wetting your lips. “Tell me not to—“

You cut him off, taking his lower lip between yours.

Morning breath was one of your biggest turn offs, but Seo Changbin didn’t have any of that. You both totally forgot about your best friend snoring on the ground.

The kiss wasn’t long or anything, it was a soft and timid kiss. “I don’t want you to stop” you mumbled “Have been thinking about this since that night” you confessed.

His hand holding your cheek, his fingers caressing behind your ear. His forehead against yours. “Noona, you can’t do that to my heart.” he said softly.

“Nnnhg!!!” You both jumped at your friend and turned to look at Chan still sleeping peacefully. His arm laying on his face.

You both laughed, thanks Chan for cutting the moment.

“We should not kiss with him sleeping here.” Chuckled Changbin. You nodded, your faces were still close, the tension was still here.

“But I really want to kiss you and do ... other things.'' he confessed. “D-do you want it too?”

You kiss his cheek, jaw, your lips finding home on his collar bone.

Your hand running on his naked chest, feeling every of his muscles under the skin. He took your kisses as a yes, taking your hand into his, leading you to his room to not disturb a sleeping Chan— which was a miracle.

—-

His hands were running your side feeling the skin underneath the skin, you were a little smaller than him.

Changbin couldn’t believe it was happening, right now in his home, you in one of his old shirts, it was screaming ‘HIS, HIS’

He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact you wanted it as much as him, your hand tugging the baby hair at his nape. “Kiss me, Bin.”

His eyes half lidded, turning dark, blown with want.

His body pressed to yours, breathing heavily as his lips collided with yours. You could still taste a little bit of his lip balm, making them soft and a little sticky, but none of it mattered to you at this instant.

His teeth capturing your lower lip, letting his tongue caressed it, asking for entrance.

He tilted his head making the kiss more passionate, a small war between your tongues fighting for dominance. Warmth blossoming in your chest, it felt more personal and passionate than that night. It really felt like you and Changbin, right now. No liquid confidence in the mix, just the two of you. The kiss felt raw and real, his hands holding your hips, making you feel small and fragile in his embrace.

He stopped kissing you, breathless. Changbin suddenly felt shy, pink tones finding a place on his chest. He couldn’t not believe it was happening. He was sure he was still sleeping and dreaming.

“Are you really here?” he asked shyly.

You were laughing and nodding while looking at him. “Yes, Bin and I’m dying to taste you”.

He was sure he was about to explode at your comment. His pyjama shorts started to feel a little uncomfortable and tight now.

“I will let you do anything to me.” he said, running his nose against your neck, smelling your perfume mixing with his liquid detergent.

“Changbin.” you hum, not knowing where to touch him.

“Mhm?”

“Fuck me.” you begged, breathless.

He let out a breathy moan, feeling breathless and vulnerable under your touch.

He throws your shirt at the other side of his room, looking at you. He felt insane at the instant looking directly at your chest, and he swore he never saw such a perfect chest, your left nipple adoring a piercing and your sternum covered in sweet ink. His hand, hovering over your nipple, silently asking for your permission.

He gently sucks on your breast, caressing the other the same way. He was sure heaven felt like it.

“Let me take you to bed, love.”

You looked so pretty laying on his black sheet, waiting for him to join. Your mouth slightly open breathing hard, watching him taking off his boxer briefs, you knew he was beautiful but now he looked like someone took their sweet time craving him into marble.

He felt you staring, and blush found him again.

He was beautiful, slightly above the normal length and in girth, a small curve at the top. A nice shade of pink and glistening with precum.

He climbed into his bed hovering you, kissing you again, pressing his chest into yours, letting your skin touch his hot one. His hand tracing your chest to your stomach to find its place onto your heat on your short, asking silently for permission once again. “I want you so bad.”

He pulled back, tearing the tissue for your skin finally able to fully watch you, you sure were heaven.

He pressed his hand to your heat once again, finally touching you, making your breath hitch.

“Bin i want to—“

“No, let me first, please let me have you.” he begged heavily.

You sighed in pleasure, letting him have his way. His lips follow the way his hand did first, from your collarbone to your chest, to your hip bone, going to your inner thigh.

“You smell so sweet, love.”

He laid between your thighs, putting both of your legs on his shoulders, diving into your heat. Delicately tasting you, softly kissing your clit just to see your reaction.

Seeing Changbin like this was breathtaking, he looks so good buried in your cunt.

Your breathy moans making him nibble at your bundle of nerves, humming against it teasing you.

His finger teasing your hole until he entered you little by little, his eyes on you assessing your reaction, your eyes closed, and mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape, he started to move softly.

Your nails scratching his scalp, moaning his name and other profanities. Your back arching, he was feeling you were getting close, feeling you clenching around his fingers which were abusing your gummy spot.

“B-bin I’ll cum s-sto—“

“Cum around my finger baby” he cut you, continuing his ministrations to your velvety walls. “Come on cum love, cum for me.”

“God, Bin!” You stopped breathing feeling that knot in your lower stomach about to burst at any second.

His lips taking your clit into his mouth once again, getting you closer to your first orgasm. He felt your legs giving up on his shoulder, trembling and your walls trapping his fingers. His name escapes your lips as a prayer.

He looks at you, smiling, saliva and slick on his chin, his pupils fully blown still. He looked so pretty like this, messy but pretty. His glasses running on the low of nose, glasses weren’t a thing until now, with Changbin laying butt naked on his bed rutting on his shit, looking at you demanding to be ruined.

He got up, looked in his bedside table for a condom, tearing the silvery paper as fast as he could, he couldn’t make you wait.

He pumped his length a few times before putting on the latex onto his erection. He looked so ethereal at the moment, sitting on the side of his bed. The muscles on his back moving with every move.

“Let me ride you.” you asked, looking at him.

Changbin moved on his bed, sitting comfortably, his bed his back laying on his headboard. He leads you onto his body, holding one of your hips while the other guides his length into you, inch by inch.

He kisses your breast, taking your mind off the stretch of his girth. You bite your lip once you were sitting on him, his length hurried into your warm walls.

Changbin groans when you start to move your hips into little circles.

“Fuck— if you do that, I’ll burst in second.” he groaned louder. “You feel so good, love.”

His hands found place on your hips once again, guiding you up and down, whispering sweet words into your chest. It’s slow, perfect for morning sex and your guys' first time together. You couldn’t think straight, thanks to Changbin making you move on top of him.

Your hands laying on his chest, you groan his name over and over. Other words caught in your throat.

“Love, look at me.” he said trying to get you back into reality, trying to ground you.

“Changbin—“ your head feeling so heavy, filled with pleasure. He saw how you couldn’t take it anymore; he laid you on his bed, keeping his dick buried in your wet walls.

He started to push once again, his length kissing your sweet spot, over and over. Settling a strong pace, he pushed hair from your face, and caressed your cheek with his lips.

Your nails digging in his back, you could feel that knot forming into your lower stomach once again, tightening increasingly, you knew your release was coming.

“Bin, I’m—“

He stopped kissing you, catching your eyes with his. “Just a little more. A lil more” he begged starting to fasten the pace, chasing his own release. His hand coming to your clit, making eight figures onto it, and nibbling at your nipple.

You could feel your breaking point coming. “Changbin—“

Changbin became more vocal when he was about to come, his voice going lower, breathy moans mixing with your name.

He closed his eyes, mouth round open, noises falling from his lips, he came a few second after you, filling the condom. His hands, gripping your thighs— “Noona!”

He stayed still for a moment, and you admired his expressions. Taking his features in fully, his hair sticking to his forehead, lower lips trapped between his teeth, chest moving with heavy breath.

He rolled off to lay next to you, taking off the condom, tying it to throw it into his trash next to his desk.

“Man, morning sex is something else.” he chuckled breathlessly. “But sex with you is indescribable.”

He moved to his side, putting his arm around your waist. “What?” You asked shyly.

“It’s just— we had crazy sex, but I’m still shy about asking you to be my girl—“

“YOU FUCKED HER INTO YOUR MATTRESS AND YOU FEEL SHY?” Chan screamed from outside feeling so done with you both.

You never felt as shy as you did in that moment, hiding your face into one of Changbin’s pillows, feeling blood rushing on your cheeks and ears.

“FUCK YOU BAHNG, get out of here, shit!” Changbin shouted back.

“Sorry about him— so about the girlfriend thing?”

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁.

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