omg ! yes, yes, yes, yes !! thank you for sending this to me ! i can totally picture that, the binnie brainrot is real...
just imagine coming back from work to a tired and spent changbin, sprawled on the couch, his eyebrows knit together as he didn't seem to get to relax, even now that he is finally home.
you'll come to him, standing between his spread legs, reaching for his hair and running your fingers through the strands with a soft smile.
"hi baby... rough day ?"
he only hummed in response, opening his eyes slowly to look up at you with an exhausted smile, while yours widened.
"would you like me to relieve the stress ? take it out of your system ? would you like that binnie ?" "yes, y/n, please..."
you helped him get out of his pants and boxer, sitting on his knees and squeezing his already half hard cock. he'll grip your waist tightly, moans coming from the back of his throat as you slowly worked him up. and as you started kissing him at the same time, moans became quiet whimpers and strangled noises as he tried to stay as quiet as possible.
little did he know how much you, in fact, loved all the sounds he made everytime you two fucked around, and you were determined to prove your point to him. so you gave him the best handjob of his life, stroking him at the perfect pace, squeezing him just right, talking dirty to him how he liked it. telling him how good of a job he was doing for you, how pretty and hot he looked when he was giving in to your touch just like that.
his whimpers would soon turn to little whines of your name and pleas for you to continue, his eyes shut tightly to not blow up too soon because he wants this to last forever. and if you praise his voice and acknowledge how sexy his little noises of pleasure were, he's a goner, his whines high-pitched as he covers your hand with his cum.
you'll experimentally continue to stroke him after his orgasm, and let me tell you that he'll get even more whiny, practically mewling, squirming under your touch, but also thrusting up to match your hand. it was as if his body didn't know if he wanted you to stop or not.
"ah ! fuck baby- s'too much, too much... please..."
but he'll be coming again a few minutes later with a silent cry, gripping your waist impossibly tight. his cheeks would be all red and warm, teary eyes and heavy breath making him look heavenly. and bet that would return the favor once he's come down off his high.
skz member not being able to get you off because you're too focused on the uncomfy squelchy noises so they shut you up with chunky headphones over your ears and fingers in your mouth 🥰