── .✦ “you’d never lose me, bug. don’t you know how crazy I am for you?” they were never just friends; just two people too scared to ruin something perfect.
pairing: changbin × afab!reader
genre: au roommates/best friends → lovers
rating: smut, mdni 18+ only
wc: 13k
tw: [car accident (no actual description of event), description of head and rib injuries, references to drugs and medication, light choking (bin just barely holds her neck)]
warnings: [pining, losers in love, not-so-funny comedy, spotty medical report, kind of proof read, softdom!changbin, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f & m), breeding kink, size kink, praise kink]
ᝰ.ᐟ this is my first fic! i love big, strong boys with a soft heart so this was very self-indulgent. pls let me know if i need to add any warnings. ty to anyone who reads <3
ᝰ.ᐟ this has been revamped by yours truly 2/21/26 <3
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Changbin flops onto the couch with a grunt, phone already in hand, thumb scrolling out of habit.
Tonight’s workout? Brutal. Perks of owning a gym: plenty. Peace and quiet? Not one of them. Jisung, the new guy, kept coming to him with questions—never anyone else. Changbin, too nice for his own good, would pause his music, answer, nod, repeat. By the fourth interruption, he’d had enough. An hour and a half was plenty. He called it and headed home.
He sprawls out, half-thinking about takeout.
You’re out with friends—girls’ night, you called it, grinning as you shrugged on your favorite denim jacket.
“So I’m not invited?” he’d teased.
“Not a chance,” you’d shot back, bright smile on your face.
Truth was, unless it was with you, he’d rather stay in anyway. Interacting with people at the gym all day was enough.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door being unlocked and faint voices on the other side.
His heartbeat quickens.
You never brought guys home. Not once since you and Seojoon ended things—six months and counting. If you’d started dating again, he’d know.
He watches the door, then stands up when he hears fumbling—someone struggling with the handle. You stumble in, clutching your side, purse swinging. “Let go,” you snap, yanking your arm free from someone he can’t see yet.
You nearly trip, and Changbin’s there in a second, arms steadying you by the waist. Before he can say a word, you’re smiling up at him, eyes glassy and unfocused. “Binnie,” you breathe, arms looping around his neck.
That’s when he sees it: a hospital wristband.
His gaze flicks from your wrist to your face, then over your shoulder to Seojoon.
Seojoon’s hands go up, fast, as Changbin narrows his eyes. He’d never seen Seojoon be anything but nice to you, but still, Changbin’s mind jumps to the worst. You’d ended things, said it just didn’t work. He’d accepted it, maybe a little too easily. Selfishly wanting you back in his orbit, even if it was just as your best friend.
Maybe there was more to it.
And he’s about to find out.
Changbin sets you down carefully on the couch before turning his sights on Seojoon, who’s already talking, making sure the intimidating man knows it’s all innocent.
“The hospital called me. She was in a car accident, and I guess she hadn’t removed me from her emergency contacts.” Seojoon managed to get out before Changbin could reach him.
He freezes, hearing Seojoon’s explanation. Car accident?
Seojoon thrusts the hospital paperwork into Changbin’s hands.
He reads it over. Mild concussion. Fractured ribs, right side. Motor vehicle collision. He looks over at you. He would have laughed if the situation hadn’t been terrible. Your face is buried in the couch cushions, body slumped as the drugs they administered to you were doing their job.
He realizes you weren’t going to be much help, so he reluctantly turns to Seojoon. “What the fuck happened?”
Seojoon throws his hands up. “Your guess is better than mine. The doctor just told me she was in a car accident on the phone, and I showed up to pick her up. They’re towing her car here soon, I think,” he says, sighing, shoulders slumping. He hands Changbin the few personal items that the hospital had for you, including your car keys.
Changbin takes them and looks at you sleeping on the couch. “Well, thanks for picking her up and bringing her home,” Changbin says, voice reluctantly calm after hearing that Seojoon is just an innocent party in all this.
Seojoon nods, watching as Changbin kneels on the couch beside you, moving your neck so it isn’t all twisted. He gently pushes a few strands of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek before sighing and standing up to his full height.
He turns, not realizing Seojoon hadn’t left yet, but was watching the moment with a blank look.
“So you two are dating now?” Seojoon asks, emotionless for the most part, with a hint of jealousy. It was as if he knew the answer and was just confirming it.
Changbin shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed. “No. Why?”
Seojoon looks surprised at his answer. He shifts his eyes to your sleeping form on the couch. “I was always competing for her attention, her love,” he says quietly, thinking out loud. He exhales before stepping out into the apartment complex hallway. “Take care of her,” he says, before closing the door behind him.
Changbin stares at the closed door for a moment longer, wondering what he meant by his parting words, before walking over and locking it. He turns and watches you sleep for a moment before gently picking you up.
You stir in your sleep, crying out as his hand grips your ribcage. His eyes widen, and he quickly adjusts his hold on you, taking you to your room.
He helps you into bed and takes off your shoes and socks. He hesitates, wondering if he should take off your jeans. He wants you to be as comfortable as possible, so he quickly takes them off, looking at your face rather than your lower half.
Once the hard part is over, he tucks your comforter up to your chin, making sure everything is covered and perfect, even adjusting your pillows.
He leaves your prescription bottle and a glass of water on your bedside table, though he doubts you’ll be waking anytime soon with the amount of morphine the hospital administered to you. He kisses your forehead, lips lingering, before he forces himself to step away and head to his room.
He leaves your door cracked, shutting the lights off before retiring to his room, keeping his door cracked in case you need him.
Sunlight streams in as you wake up slowly the next morning, eyes still heavy with sleep. Your head is pounding. You reach up to press your hand to the spot where it hurts, then pull back, hissing at the tenderness left by the impact.
The injury was so sensitive that it stung to the touch. You slowly start to remember that you were literally in a car accident the night prior, moving the comforter off yourself to raise your shirt over your stomach, looking down at the nasty bruising over your right ribcage.
You groan loudly, not even registering that you were in bed and had no pants on despite distinctly remembering that you collapsed on the couch when Seojoon dropped you off.
Your groan is loud enough to alert Changbin, whose heavy footsteps could be heard running from his room down the hall to yours. He pushes past the cracked door with wide eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asks urgently, sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing the hair back from your face carefully.
“I’m fine, just hurting,” you say, closing your eyes and sighing.
He nods understandably, breathing out his own sigh. “Let me get you something to eat so you can take your prescription,” he says, getting up to make you some toast. “Drink some water, bug,” he says, pointing at the glass beside you.
You reach for it, wincing at every slight movement as you chug it down, not realizing how dehydrated you are.
He comes back, sees the glass is empty, and smiles, going to refill it for you.
When Bin comes back with an even bigger glass of water, he sits down beside you again. “I’m making you some toast. Just so you have something in your stomach, okay?” He says softly, watching you for any more signs of pain.
“What happened, y/n?” He asks worriedly. “You scared me there.”
You sigh, lying back down. “I was out with the girls, having fun, and then I decided I wanted to come home early and just watch movies with you,” you say casually, as if it wouldn’t make Changbin’s heart squeeze in his chest.
“I was almost home when I guess some drunk driver hit me on the driver’s side. I’m thankful he hit the passenger door and not mine…” You say, trailing off. It could have been worse. Much worse.
Changbin takes your hand and brings it to his lips before looking into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed. “Jesus, y/n. Yeah. Yeah, I’m thankful for that too. Very thankful.” His eyes shift between your bruised temple and your hand placed over your ribs, pursing his lips.
You kick his knee from under the covers, hating how serious he was being. Changbin was silly, not serious.
He narrows his eyes at you playfully. “Uh, okay? I’m literally sad that I could have lost you, and you kick me?”
You laugh softly, not wanting to strain your ribs. “Stop being dumb. I’m alive. I’m fine.”
His eyes remain narrowed, but a small smile is starting to form on the corner of his lip. “You would have found a way to annoy me even in death by haunting me,” he says, sliding off the bed as the toaster goes off.
You laugh, wincing at the pain on your side. Maybe serious Changbin was a better idea than silly Changbin at the moment.
He comes back with your toast, butter, and strawberry jam, as you liked. You eat the toast, crumbs getting everywhere, but you couldn't care less.
He snorts and climbs into your bed beside you, his body taking up most of the space as he spreads himself out on top of the comforter. “You need to take Seojoon off your emergency contact list,” he says, staring up at the ceiling.
You roll your eyes. “Don’t you have to be at work right now?”
He rolls over onto his side to peer up at you, the side of his head resting on his palm. “You think I was going to leave you here alone after stumbling in last night, high off meds and a fresh hospital wristband like you were at some nightclub?” Changbin asks incredulously.
You stare down at him, crunching on your toast, shrugging. “You usually go in,” you say.
He rolls his eyes. “They can live without me going in. I’m the boss anyway, I don’t have to explain why I’m not going in on a Saturday,” he says, eyebrows furrowed as he waves his hands around.
A pause.
“Did you, though?” You ask.
He side-eyes you. “Yeah,” he admits sheepishly.
You snort.
“Are you gonna ignore what I said about Seojoon?”
You put your plate of crumbs on the bedside table before answering him, mouth full of chewed toast. “I thought I had. Imagine my surprise when he walks in instead of you.”
He grins at you. “You want me as your emergency contact?” He asks giddily.
You roll your eyes. “Who else am I gonna call?”
He pouts. “Can you just say yes instead of being mean and logical?”
You stare at him with deadpan eyes. “Yes.”
He smiles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Really?”
You groan, smiling at his act. “Changbin.”
He grabs your phone and enters your passcode, already knowing it, of course. He deletes Seojoon as your emergency contact and makes himself the primary, since your parents live too far away to help if you need them urgently.
You tease him over it, but love how much it means to him, which makes sense after the events of last night.
“It should have been me there last night, not your fucking ex-boyfriend,” he says, exaggerating the ex-boyfriend part.
“I know, Binnie,” you say softly.
You knew you could always count on your best friend.
You wish it had been him there instead of your ex. Though Seojoon was a nice guy, the lingering tension between you made things awkward. You broke up with him after a year of dating because you didn’t think the relationship was gonna go anywhere.
Not that Seojoon didn’t try. It was you. You couldn’t keep convincing yourself that your heart didn't already belong to someone else. You didn’t think it was fair to Seojoon either.
Changbin notices your thinking face and pokes your cheek. “You okay?” He asks softly.
“Yeah, can you just hold me?” You say, wanting to feel his arm around you.
"Take your medicine and I will," Changbin offers, leaning over you to grab the prescription bottle and handing you one along with your glass of water.
You toss it back, drink some water, then set the glass down and lie back down. He slides further onto the bed so that he can wrap both arms fully around you.
Cuddling with each other was nothing new around here. Changbin was super affectionate with all your guys’ friends, but especially with you. He claimed you were the only one who liked it, so it made him feel good—like he didn’t have to beg for affection like with the rest of the group.
He pulls you closer, your back pressed fully against his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist, mindful of your ribs. "I'm here, bug,” he murmurs into your ear, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. "I'm not going anywhere."
And for a moment, you pretend the words mean more.
In your head, Changbin only sees you as his best friend. His confidante. His rock. His safe place. But that was where the line was drawn. Your heart yearned for more with him, but fear of losing him completely silenced the part of you that wished he were more.
Changbin holds you close, his heart beating steadily against your back. He's content just being here with you like this, providing comfort and safety. He doesn't know about the feelings you're hiding, the longing looks, and unspoken words. To him, you see him as your best friend, the one person you can always count on.
He buries his face in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply as he holds you, completely unaware of the inner turmoil you're experiencing, too focused on his own yearning for more. "Go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he says, pressing his lips to the top of your head.
“No,” you whine. “Keep talking with me until the meds kick in.”
"Annoying ass," Changbin whispers with a small smile.
He indulges your whine, of course. “Fine," he murmurs against your hair. “What do you want to talk about?” His hands start gently playing with the ends of your hair, absentmindedly as he waits for whatever comes out of that beautiful, stubborn mouth next.
“Did Seojoon give you trouble?” You finally ask.
The two men never got into it, but you knew that they obviously didn’t like each other very much.
Changbin thought he was too dull for you, and had been a little too happy when you shared that you had broken up with Seojoon six months ago.
Seojoon…well, you understood why Seojoon didn’t like Changbin.
“No, just his boring, usual self,” Changbin says, grinning into your hair.
You hit his arm that’s snaked around you, silently scolding him for being childish.
He chuckles. “I don’t know, he just told me what happened, and…” he trails off, remembering the last things Seojoon said before leaving.
I was always competing for her attention, her love.
Changbin decides to keep it to himself.
But you can already tell he’s holding something back.
“What? What did he say?” You ask, pressing him for more.
Changbin sighs, not wanting to lie to you. Why did you have to know him so well?
“He just mentioned something…something about competing for your attention and love.”
You exhale long and hard.
Changbin had always been a topic of yours and Seojoon’s arguments. He was jealous and insecure about your living situation with Changbin.
You knew why.
Changbin was handsome, fit, and successful.
Point. Blank. Period.
He was also funny and witty and charming and kind and clever…things that you loved about him.
They were also the things that Seojoon saw and hated about him.
It got to the point where Seojoon had told you he wanted you to move out.
You were already aware of your feelings for your best friend by then, and the constant arguments with Seojoon had started to weigh on you, so you had decided to end things with him. And in Seojoon’s head, you had chosen Changbin over him, and the more you thought about it…yeah, maybe you did.
Changbin notices the distant look in your eyes and realizes you're lost in thought. He knows exactly what you're thinking about.
Seojoon's words sounded like accusations.
He gently squeezes your hip, bringing you back to the present moment.
"He’s just insecure, bug," Changbin mutters softly, trying to downplay the situation. However, he can tell that Seojoon’s words must have stirred up something within you.
You nod silently, not wanting to expose the truth behind Seojoon’s words.
Changbin feels like there's something more behind your silence, but he knows you well enough to recognize when you need space to process your thoughts. Instead of pressing further, he pulls you closer against his chest and rests his chin gently on top of your head.
He can practically hear the gears turning in your head. Changbin’s heart beats a little quicker as you remain silent, starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, Seojoon had hit the nail on the head.
Ever since their mutual friend Hyunjin had introduced them, Changbin knew he was in trouble. You were funny, smart, hard-working, and beautiful. The more time you two spent together, the more he realized how much he wanted more with you. When your lease ended at your old apartment, he offered up his other room, claiming it would be a perfect arrangement for both of you.
And it was for the most part.
You both shared the housework. You cooked, and he cleaned up afterwards. He was a little messy, but not dirty. You were organized and neat, but not overly so. He loved it. You loved it. It was perfect.
Except when you walked around in shorts that showed off your figure. Or when you laughed hard at his jokes. Or when you cuddled up with him on the well-worn couch, watching movies all night like you two were something more.
Yeah, it was perfect until he realized that being your friend and roommate was not enough.
And then you started dating Seojoon, and it felt like his heart was being ripped out and stomped on. That was the longest year of his life.
As the silence stretches on, Changbin's mind starts racing with thoughts he usually suppresses. Seojoon’s words echo in his head. The way you're quiet right now feels different, heavier somehow. "Hey." He breaks the silence softly.
“Hmm,” you respond, eyes focusing back on the present.
Changbin decides to test the waters.
He hesitates, his thumb gently brushing against your hip as he searches for the right words. His voice comes out softer than usual, vulnerable. "Did Seojoon actually have a point about something?" He asks carefully. He studies your face for any reaction.
Your expression freezes briefly before you look away again, avoiding his gaze. This small action makes his heart race faster, confirming his sudden suspicions.
He swallows hard before continuing softly. “I know you mentioned sometimes that Seojoon would bring me up, but you never really said why or how.”
You hesitate, wondering how much to tell him. He’d been honest with you, though, so you decided to share a little bit.
“He always called you a flirt and that you were trying to ‘steal’ me from him,” you say, using air quotes, scoffing slightly at Seojoon’s words.
Changbin's heart pounds as you quote Seojoon. "I wasn't—" He pauses, searching for the right words. "I wasn't trying to steal you from him." But even as he says it, he knows it's not entirely true.
“I know, Bin,” you sigh. “He was just insecure,” you say.
Though not entirely false, there was more to it, of course. You tended to favor Changbin during your and Seojoon’s arguments.
"Yeah, he was," Changbin agrees softly.
He knows you're not telling him everything right now, but he also knows pushing will only make you clamp up.
But now Changbin wonders: Was Seojoon actually onto something?
The next morning, Changbin wakes up before you and makes you your usual toast, bringing it to your room.
After giving it some thought, Changbin decides he’s done waiting around for things to change between you. You could have died the other night. He knows he’s in love with you, and he has a feeling now that maybe you have at least some form of attraction to him. So today he wants to test his theory.
He finds you asleep still, and although it pains him to wake you from your slumber, you need to take your medication before the pain becomes too much.
He shakes you softly, smiling when you groan. “Wake up, dummy. You need to take your pills. I don’t need you to be all cranky, asking for your pills like some old lady,” he teases, making you huff.
“Shut up,” you say, voice raspy with sleep as you sit up slowly. You wince at the tenderness in both your head and ribs.
“I have food,” he says, shaking the toast so it made noise on the plate.
You crack an eye open and snatch it from him.
He chuckles.
Cute.
He leans in to kiss your cheek, lingering for a moment, before leaning back to check your reaction.
You blush and smile down at your toast, not aware that he’s watching you.
Seeing your cheeks heat up sends a jolt of electricity through him. His heart is pounding in his chest as he sits there, staring at you with a new perspective entirely.
You look up at him, pausing your chewing as you see him look at you with slightly wide eyes and a growing smile. “What?” You ask, touching your face to see if there was something there.
“Nothing," Changbin replies quickly, trying to hide the sudden realization and its implications from his face. He reaches out to gently brush a crumb off your lip, his fingers lingering there for a moment.
“Okay, I know I’m not the cutest when I wake up, but seriously, what?” You ask him, laughing nervously
He watches as you laugh playfully, the sound filling the room with warmth. "You're perfect," he says without thinking, his voice gentle and sincere. Too sincere. Too revealing.
“Stop,” you say, blushing and covering your face, smiling shyly. “You’re too charming for your own good. Is that how you get the girls?” You ask teasingly.
"Only you," Changbin replies instantly, his voice low and serious. The playful smile drops from his face, replaced by a genuine expression that reveals a little too much. He watches as you blush and hide your face, finding it adorable beyond measure. “Eat your toast, dork.”
“I am!” You insist, biting down in exaggeration and chewing just as dramatically in front of his face.
He smiles at you. You look away. Chew. Then look back at him.
His smile remains.
“Stop looking at me like that,” you say, smiling and looking down at your empty plate before setting it to the side.
"Like what?" He asks softly, his eyes never leaving your face.
He knows exactly what you mean, though. He can't help it; seeing you smile makes his heart race, and he's completely under your spell.
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?" Before he can stop himself, he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“What is with you today? You’re never this nice to me,” you say, narrowing your eyes at him, a small smile on your face.
"I'm always nice to you!" He protests loudly.
He watches as you narrow your eyes and cover your ears at his volume. "Maybe I'm just being extra nice today," he says with a shrug. "Is that a crime?"
You shake your head and have the sudden urge to lean forward and hug him, which you do, not putting as much pressure on your right side where the cracked ribs were.
He hugs you back, heart melting, and a smile breaking out on his face at the affection. He always loved your attention.
“Take your medication,” he says firmly.
You do as he says, quickly swallowing the pill.
"Good girl," he murmurs against your hair, his voice filled with affection and pride. He holds you like that for a long moment, just enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms.
A small, bashful smile erupts on your face when he calls you his good girl, secretly loving it when he calls you that.
When he would help you train, and you hit a new PR, he’d hug you tightly and say ‘good girl’, making you all shy and flustered. When he’d hug you after a rough day at work and get you to smile, ‘good girl’ would slip out of his mouth, and your cheeks would flush, and your heart would squeeze in your chest.
Changbin notices the small bashful smile on your face and feels a warmth spread through him.
He never thought anything of the term of endearment. It slipped out of his mouth once, and you seemed to be okay with it, so he continued. But seeing your reaction now makes him wonder if there's more to it. Maybe you enjoy hearing it more than he thought you did.
“You’re my good girl, always listening to me, aren’t you?” He says softly, his fingers tracing small patterns ever so faintly on your stomach where his hands rested.
You blush and nod, still facing away from him, loving how soft and sweet he was being with you. Maybe being hospitalized wasn’t so bad if it meant he was extra affectionate like this.
Changbin watches your cheeks flush deeply. He swallows hard, his mind racing with new thoughts. He knows you love when he's sweet on you, so he decides to give you more of that, feeling bolder now that the blinders have been removed.
His pinky traces the hem of your shirt, and goosebumps erupt beneath his soft touch. "My good girl," he says again, softly, watching your reaction carefully. "Always doing what she’s told..."
You sit up suddenly and look down at him with narrowed eyes. His arm falls to your thigh as he looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You giggle and push him playfully. “Changbin, are you flirting with me?” You say, cheeks pink with shyness.
He laughs softly at your playful push, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Am I flirting with you?" He repeats back to you, his voice low and teasing. "Maybe I am," he admits softly, his hand on your thigh making you squirm slightly.
This was certainly new. He didn’t usually touch your lower half, sticking to the upper body mostly.
He watches as your blush deepens and knows he's onto something here.
“Oh,” you say, surprised at his answer, eyes looking down shyly, a smile on your face still. “Okay,” you say quietly.
Seeing your shy response only fuels his desire to tease you more.
He leans in closer, his face inches from yours. "Okay?" He repeats softly, his voice barely a whisper. "You're not going to tell me to back off or call me an idiot?" He challenges gently, his lips almost brushing against your ear as he speaks. His heart is pounding in his chest, hoping you won't push him away.
"My good girl is so shy today..." He murmurs.
“I like it,” you say, covering your face with the blanket.
Where was this all coming from? Not that you were complaining. It would probably tear you up later, though, when Changbin would just chuckle and retreat to his room, leaving you craving more.
You had an addiction, and he was your drug.
Changbin's breath hitches slightly at your response.
Interesting.
His mind races with possibilities as he watches you hide behind the blanket, still blushing deeply
“That’s not very best friend of you,” he teases, prying the blanket from your face. “Best friends don’t flirt with each other,” he continues, his voice low and deep, making you squirm in his hold.
You stay quiet, letting him lead whatever this moment is right now.
You turn in his hold to face him, leaning in to hide your face in his shoulder, seeking comfort from your tormentor. “Shut up,” you say, not confirming or denying that question.
"So quiet," Changbin teases gently, his arms wrapping around you instinctively as you hide your face in his shoulder. He knows you're not denying it. If anything, your silence is a silent affirmation.
You groan, hitting his chest gently. “You make me sound like a pervert or something. Like I get off on it.”
Changbin lets out a laugh at your words, his chest rumbling against you as he holds you closer. He knows you're trying to deflect the conversation away from the truth.
He leans back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression playful yet tender. "Well, do you?" He asks softly, his voice low and teasing. "Get off on being called a good girl?"
You slap a hand to your face. “I’m leaving,” you say playfully, attempting to climb out of your bed. “That’s crazy to say when we’re both in my bed right now.”
Before you can even put a foot on the floor, he pulls you to him by your good side. One-armed, biceps flexing.
"Mmh," He hums softly, knowing full well that you were trying to avoid answering his question.
He pulls you back onto the bed easily, making you yelp and laugh softly. His arms wrap tightly around your waist. He loves how small you are compared to him, how easily he can manhandle you.
“Get back here,” he growls playfully. He buries his face in your neck, your heart racing, which he could feel while his face was pressed against your pulse point, making him smirk.
"Your heart is working hard right now, bug," He points out gently, pressing his lips against your neck lightly right above where your pulse is pounding against his lips. "And you're not even denying it," He adds softly, his voice dropping lower.
"My best friend is getting all shy and flustered because of little old me?” He pulls back slightly to look at your face, knowing exactly what he's doing.
“Bin,” you groan, covering your face. “You’re acting crazy right now.”
He sits up, leaning on his palm beside your shoulder. “And you love it," He finishes softly, grinning slightly as he watches your face go red.
He knows full well that he's stepping into dangerous territory here. Flirting with his best friend. He still doesn’t know for certain if you feel the same way. But God, it feels good.
You uncover your face and look up at him, gaze shifting between his eyes, loving how extra flirty he was being. You have no idea what shifted, but don’t care, loving the attention he was giving you.
“Maybe,” you say coyly.
Changbin feels like his heart might explode out of his chest at your response. He loves the way you're looking up at him, your eyes shifting between his with a playful spark in them.
"Maybe?" He repeats softly, his voice dripping with teasing warmth. ”So you do love it,” he states, grinning.
“Maybe,” you repeat, grinning up at him before sitting up, faces inches apart. Your hands drag down to his arms, squeezing his biceps, giving him the same treatment he had been giving you all morning. “Just like maybe I know my best friend loves when his best friend touches his muscles,” you say, flirting right back.
Changbin inhales sharply as your hands squeeze his biceps, his muscles immediately tensing under your touch. He loves it when you do that—touch him casually, appreciatively. Though you don’t do it very often, you can’t help but admire his pump and squeeze his bulging muscles like a stress relief ball.
He swallows hard, his voice coming out lower than before. "Maybe I do," he admits softly, his eyes flickering down to where your hands are on his arms before meeting your gaze again.
You slowly bring your hands to his chest, squeezing his pecs, grinning up at him. “So maybe you like it when I do this?”
Changbin's breath hitches. The warmth of your touch spreads through his chest like wildfire. He loves the way you're touching him so casually, like you have every right to be feeling up his muscles. He does nothing to stop you.
"Maybe I fucking love it," He admits gruffly, his eyes locked onto yours, daring you to keep going. His heart is pounding in his chest, urging you to keep touching him, keep flirting with him.
You pause and look up at him, both sets of eyes shifting between each other’s, breaths slightly ragged. Your eyes lowered to his lips for a second before darting back to his eyes, but that was all it took.
He noticed right away.
The moment your eyes flickered to his lips, Changbin's world stops. His heart hammers in his chest, and every nerve ending in his body screams at him to close the distance between you two.
He noticed the glance, the hesitation in your gaze. To him, it was enough. It was everything.
He leans in slowly. His eyes meet yours, lips inches apart, a silent question in his eyes.
You lean forward and press your lips to his, eyes closed, sealing both your fates.
As soon as your lips touch his, Changbin lets out a soft sigh that sounds almost like a moan. His hands cup your face gently, holding you in place as he slowly deepens the kiss. It was soft, gentle, everything he wanted it to be, but also more intense than anything he'd ever experienced before because it was with you.
His thumbs brush over your cheeks as he kisses you deeply, pouring all his pent-up feelings into it. When he finally pulls back, it’s only to rest his forehead against yours.
“Binnie,” you whisper, soft breath hitting his lips before he groans and leans in again to kiss you, deeper this time.
"Shh," he murmurs against your lips before kissing you again, firmer, more passionate this time. He loves hearing his name fall from your sweet lips. The way you whisper it now, breathless from his kiss, makes his heart ache with want.
His arms wrap tightly around you as he kisses you thoroughly, pouring years of repressed feelings into every touch and taste.
“I wanted to do that for so long,” you whisper against his lips, hands tangling in his hair, hands roaming now that you could.
Changbin freezes for a moment at your confession, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. But all he sees is sincerity and desire reflected back at him.
He swallows hard, his voice coming out hoarse with emotion. "Why didn't you?" He asks softly, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks as he holds your face in his hands.
“Seojoon…and I was scared of losing you forever if I did. You’re the most important person in my life, Bin,” you say, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his love and adoration into it. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours again.
“You’d never lose me, bug. Don’t you know how crazy I am for you?” He says, as if it were the obvious thing in the world. And to everyone else but you, it was.
“No!” you say, leaning back to look at him, confused. “No, I didn’t know,” you say, softer this time, heart melting.
He sits back slightly, still holding your face gently but now with a look of disbelief and happiness washing over him. "You didn't know?" He repeats softly, almost laughing in disbelief. "How could you not know?" He shakes his head gently, smiling incredulously. "I've been in love with you for a while, bug." He searches your eyes, hoping you can see the truth in his words. "Since before Seojoon, even."
Your eyebrows shoot up. “What the fuck,” you say, deadpan, before your eyebrows knit together and your lip quivers. “Oh, Binnie. I’m so in love with you it hurts…hurts so much.” You whimper and lean into him.
"Baby, baby, shh." Changbin's heart explodes with love and relief at your words. He pulls you into his chest gently, being careful of your ribs as tears prick at his eyes.
"I've loved you forever," he confesses into your hair, peppering kisses on top of your head repeatedly like he needs confirmation that this moment is real. That you are real and actually saying these words aloud after years of what you both thought was unrequited love.
You cry softly in his embrace, mourning the lost time you’d had together, heartbroken that you could have had him like this for longer. Changbin holds you close, his own tears mixing with yours as he rocks you gently in his arms. He feels the same way; years wasted, moments missed because you both were too scared to ruin the friendship.
His hands gently stroke your hair and back, trying to comfort you even as he's falling apart himself. "We have now," he whispers hoarsely into your ear between kisses to your temple. "We have forever now, okay?" He promises softly, squeezing you tightly against him like he never wants to let go again.
You lean back, reach up to hold his face in your shaking hands. This incredible, perfect man was yours now. Completely and utterly yours.
You smile through tears at him. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more," he replies instantly, his eyes shining with tears and happiness. He leans into your touch, pressing soft kisses to your palms and wrists, savoring the feeling of your hands on his face. "More than anything, more than anyone," he vows, his voice trembling with emotion.
"I love you, I love you, I love you." He repeats it like a mantra, like he needs to say it a hundred times to make up for the years he couldn't.
He forgets for a moment you’re injured and presses against your ribs.
You hiss, face contorting in pain.
He pulls back right away, eyes wide as he holds your face in his hands. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry,” he says quickly, kissing you all over your face, making you smile despite the stinging pain. "Fuck, y/n. I’m sorry, baby," he whispers urgently.
You blush at how easy ‘baby’ falls from his lips.
He's kissing you everywhere—forehead, cheeks, nose, anywhere he can reach. "I forgot, I forgot," he keeps murmuring apologetically between kisses. His heart aches seeing you in pain, even if it's just because of him being too eager and needy.
“It’s okay, just lie with me, please,” you plead, the meds definitely working as your head spins from both his love and the drugs.
Changbin nods immediately. He carefully maneuvers himself onto the bed beside you, making sure not to put any pressure on your injured side. He pulls you gently into his arms, being extra careful this time.
He rests his chin on top of your head, holding you close as he lets out a soft sigh of contentment.
“I wish it was you in the hospital with me,” you whisper, eyes feeling droopy.
He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you carefully. "I wish I was too," he admits softly. "I would have held your hand the whole time, kissed your forehead every chance I got, and told you I love you until you got sick of hearing it."
He pauses for a moment before adding quietly, "Next time something happens, you'd better call me immediately. Got it?"
“Bin, I was incapacitated,” you laugh softly. “They had to call for me. But you’re my emergency contact now, so it’ll be fine.”
He smiles softly at your laughter, his fingers gently playing with your hair. He hums contentedly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You're mine to take care of now." The words come out quietly and seriously.
“I always was,” you say softly, eyes closing.
“That’s so sexy,” he says, making you laugh.
“How?” You ask, playing with his fingers, his hand resting comfortably on your stomach once more.
“Because the possessive caveman in me loves it,” he replies, breathing out a laugh, his breath hitting the back of your neck and making you shiver.
You turn your head to face him slightly. “Why do you think Seojoon doesn’t like you?” you say rhetorically, an obvious answer at this point.
His expression turns serious at the mention of Seojoon. ”Because I loved you since the beginning," he says bluntly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "Seojoon can see it. Everyone can see it." His thumb brushes over your lip gently. "I love you more than anything."
“Because he knew I loved you and he could never hold a candle to you,” you correct him, leaning in for a kiss.
He smiles softly against your lips, one hand reaching up to support your neck as you twist your head to press your lips against his firmly. His hand slides into your hair as he deepens the kiss, pouring all his love into it. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry it took us so long to get here," he murmurs.
“I’m sorry too,” you say, knowing it wasn’t just him, but me as well. Two hearts too scared to be broken
His chest aches at your apology. He kisses your forehead gently before settling in behind you once more. "We're here now," he says softly, reminding you both of the present rather than the past.
“You comfy?” he murmurs, lips brushing your hair.
You hum a sleepy “mhm,” barely moving.
A few seconds of silence pass. “Oh, by the way, your car’s totaled.”
Your eyes crack open. “What?”
“Yeah,” he says, voice still calm, “like, completely gone. You’ll probably need a new one.”
You blink. “What do you mean, gone?”
“Well,” he continues, “it’s technically still there, but, uh…it kind of looks like modern art now.”
“Changbin!” you hiss, trying to push up, but he just pulls you closer, chuckling.
“Shh,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “sleep, baby. We’ll deal with it in the morning.”
You groan and close your eyes.
Fuck.
Four weeks later, you’re at the doctor’s office with Changbin for a follow-up appointment to check how you were doing after the accident.
He had been so helpful, making sure you were well rested and taking your medicine. He had taken on the role of cooking and did more chores around the house, so you wouldn’t have to move as much during recovery.
He even moved all your guys’ stuff around, converting your room into an office where you both could work from home when needed, especially you, since you did freelance work.
He moved all your clothes and things into his room, the main bedroom, so that you could be a ‘proper couple now’—his words. He did this all with no complaint, even though you knew he was exhausted from work, while still maintaining his regular workout routine.
The doctor checks your ribs carefully, her expression thoughtful. "You're healing well," she tells you, her eyes flickering up to see your boyfriend sitting beside you, holding your hand.
She smiles at you. “The concussion symptoms seem to have cleared up, which is great. No lingering dizziness or headaches is a good sign. Bruising on your ribs is completely gone; however, if you feel a bit of tenderness, that’s normal. That should clear up in another week or so,” she says, writing that down in her notes.
“Try to keep avoiding any heavy lifting, twisting, or strenuous activity. Light movement and deep breathing are fine. In fact, they’ll help keep your lungs and muscles from stiffening up. You can keep using over-the-counter pain relief if you need it, but other than that, you’re good as new again,” the doctor concludes, smiling at you once more. “Any questions?” She asks both you and Changbin.
“Uh, what exactly do you mean by strenuous activity?” He asks innocently.
The doctor laughs, knowing what he meant. “Sexual intercourse is fine as long as you’re not putting any kind of pressure on your ribs. So nothing crazy,” she warns him with a stern look.
Changbin smirks. “Can’t promise that, doctor,” he says playfully.
Having sex with cracked ribs was obviously not going to work, even though you were very willing. But Changbin was adamant about not having sex until you were fully healed. When make-out sessions became heated, and you were practically begging for it, he’d whisper in your ear that when you were fully recovered, he’d fuck you into the mattress.
That doesn’t mean he didn’t pleasure you, though—he did a lot of that.
He’d use his fingers, his mouth, and tongue to make you scream his name. He’d thrown away all your toys, claiming you didn’t need them anymore when you had him.
You didn’t protest.
The doctor makes a face at Changbin's playful response. She stands up and tells you to check out at the front desk before leaving.
As you stand up to leave, Changbin immediately moves to your side, his arm wrapping around your waist gently.
He's been like this the past four weeks—overly attentive, cautious, and absolutely adorable in his worry.
As you walk out of the doctor's office, he suddenly stops, turning to face you with a mischievous grin. “Doctor says you're healing well,” he comments.
You side-eye him. “Does that mean you’re finally going to fulfill your promise?” You ask, feigning casualness just like him.
"Mhm." He smirks, and it's clear that he knows precisely what you're talking about.
Those four weeks of no sex had been torture for both of you. He'd been so careful, so gentle, but now the doctor had basically given him the green light.
He leans in close, his voice low and husky as he whispers in your ear. "I'm taking you home and fucking you into the mattress like I promised, baby. No holding back."
“If you’re going to fuck me into the mattress, why are you holding me like I’m still some broken thing?” You challenge him as he opens the car door for you.
He closes the door gently behind you before rounding the car and sliding into the driver's seat. "Because I can,” he says, making your heart melt.
You look over at him and smile. He’s so handsome.
You sigh, taking in his features. All mine, you think.
Despite his playful and teasing words, he can still make you melt with a few words.
As he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, he can feel your eyes on him. He glances over, catching you staring at him with that soft, loving expression.
He reaches over, entwining his fingers with yours.
His touch is gentle despite the filthy things he's planning to do once you get home.
Once you’re both in the house, he wastes no time and picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom.
His hands grip your ass, lips moving passionately against yours, your legs and arms around him instantly. He kicks the bedroom door shut with his foot, never breaking the kiss. Hands squeeze your perfect, round ass as he carries you to the bed, his mouth moving hungrily against yours.
He's been starved for this, for you, for four long weeks.
He falls onto the bed with you, his large frame settling between your legs as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth like he's trying to memorize the taste.
He rips open your cardigan, buttons flying everywhere as you scold him.
“You just ruined another thing of mine, Bin. You can take it off me without ripping it open like an ape,” you say, not entirely mad.
He grins against your neck, not even remotely apologetic. "Can’t help it," he growls playfully, his large hands already pushing the ruined cardigan off your shoulders. He's too hungry for you to care about ruining clothes.
He trails open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his strong hands roaming over your lace bra-covered breasts. "I've waited four fucking weeks for this," he mutters between kisses. He unhooks your bra with one hand, his other hand squeezing your breast roughly.
Though he’s seen you naked a few dozen times now, the way he looks at your naked body always makes you feel so good, so beautiful in his eyes.
He removes your bra and stares down at your naked chest with dark eyes before groaning and leaning down to worship your breasts. He's seen them before, touched them, kissed them, but God, he's missed this view.
He leans down, capturing one pink nipple in his hot mouth while rolling the other between his fingers. He sucks hard, making you gasp and arch your back. He's not gentle — he's been waiting too long for this. He releases your breast with a pop, moving to the other one, giving it the same rough treatment.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful. All mine,” he groans against your tits, licking and sucking, making you moan loudly, back arching off the mattress, hands tangled in his hair. Hearing your loud moan sends a jolt of pure desire through him. He sucks harder on your sensitive peak, using his teeth gently before soothing it with his tongue. One hand slides down your stomach while the other continues playing with your other breast.
"Only mine," he growls against your skin before moving lower. He hooks his fingers into your pants and panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. "Look at you...so perfect." He spreads your legs gently, inhaling deeply at the sight of your bare core. "Mine."
He places your legs over his shoulder and leans down to place an open-mouth kiss on your clit before pressing his tongue flat against your entrance and dragging it up to your clit, flicking the stiff bud, making you jolt and whimper.
“Fuck, Binnie, oh my God,” you cry out, hands fisting the sheets, eyes rolling back and closing.
He groans against your pussy, the sound vibrating through your sensitive flesh. He loves hearing you cry out his name like that, all breathless and desperate. He flattens his tongue again, licking you from your entrance to your clit in one long, slow motion. He sucks on your clit gently before pulling back slightly to look up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.
"Goddamn," he mutters before diving back in, this time focusing solely on your clit. The way he eats your pussy is like he’s addicted, which maybe he was at this point.
Four weeks of just using your mouths on each other was both heaven and hell, knowing you couldn’t do more until you were fully healed, but also knowing how incredible the feeling of having sex would be based on the oral sex you were having.
Your taste, your sounds, the way you shake and tremble under his tongue — it's his favorite fucking thing. He adds two fingers inside you while continuing to suck on your clit, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes you scream.
"Shit shit shit," you chant softly, your hips bucking into his face and fingers.
“Good girl, use my face, baby,” he growls, his jeans tight around his aching cock, but he ignores it, focusing on your pleasure first. Seeing you use his face like this is so fucking hot. Your hips move against his mouth perfectly, seeking more friction. He adds a third finger inside you, feeling your walls squeeze around him tightly.
"You gonna come on my tongue, sweetheart?" He murmurs against your pussy before sucking your clit again hard, knowing exactly what will push you over the edge.
“Oh fuck! Yes, baby, I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, rolling your hips harder into his mouth, orgasm building as he fingers you perfectly, curling his fingers just right.
He stiffens his tongue and flicks it on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking hard before spitting on it and sucking again, making you lose it, pussy pulsing around his fingers.
“Bin! Fuck! Oh my God, baby, just like that! Just like that,” you whimper, body moving on its own.
"Mmph," he moans against your pussy, his fingers still moving inside you as he laps up your release.
Seeing you fall apart like this—completely uninhibited and loud—drives him crazy with need. He keeps sucking and licking until your orgasm subsides, then slowly pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to clean them off. "Such a good girl," he praises, his voice husky and approving.
You moan softly, coming down from your high, seeing him push himself up and take his shirt off. You look at his chest, drinking him in like it was the first time you had seen him like this.
He’d been bulking when you first met him, and over the years, he’s slowly been cutting, losing fat while maintaining the muscle underneath. You’d think he was sexy either way, but right now he looked like a god with how defined his muscles were—as if he was cut from marble. He's always been proud of his body, but seeing that look of pure desire in your eyes makes him feel good.
He unbuttons his jeans slowly, pushing them and his boxers down in one fluid motion. His thick cock springs free, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. Your thighs rub together as you see it protruding from his body, hard and flushed. He was above average in both length and thickness. He wasn’t huge, but for sure bigger than the other name you’d been with.
He takes his cock in his hand and spits on it before stroking it, his hips jolting forward at the contact, groaning lowly. He knew you loved watching him jerk off.
You reach down and rub your clit slowly for him, legs spreading as you watch him fist himself, his hand moving up and down his member.
Pre-cum leaks more freely now, coating his fist with every stroke. "Fuck," he groans out, his movements becoming jerky and urgent. "Keep doing that." He wants to last, but seeing you pleasure yourself while watching him is almost too much to handle. His balls tighten, threatening release too soon.
He releases himself.
"Come here, baby.” He pulls you closer by your thighs, making your pussy clench at his strength.
He leans down and kisses you, dragging his hand down your sensitive body, tweaking your nipples after palming both breasts softly. He squeezes the soft flesh and groans into your mouth. “So fucking perfect, baby,” he says, tongue delving into your willing mouth.
You whimper as he touches you between your legs, fingers sliding between your folds until he reaches your dripping hole. He fingers you again, stretching you, prepping you.
He groans. “Still so tight after being fingered. Cock might have to stretch you more than I wanted, baby,” he mumbles against your lips.
You whimper into his mouth. “I don’t care, I need you, baby.”
He groans deeply at your words, his cock throbbing with need. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly before positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He looks into your eyes as he slowly pushes inside, both of you moaning as he fills you inch by inch.
"Fuck... baby..." He groans out, his hips moving gently at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. The feeling of his cock sliding into your tight pussy was beyond words.
“Oh fuck,” you whimper out, eyes squeezing from the stretch and pleasure he was giving you. “Feels so good, Binnie.”
"Does it?" He asks hoarsely, his hips snapping forward, seating himself fully inside you. He groans loudly at the feeling of being buried balls deep inside your warm, tight pussy.
"Fuck, baby, you're so damn tight around me." He pulls out slightly before thrusting back in, his thick head hitting your G-spot perfectly. "Pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick." He leans down and slots his lips with yours, muffling his moans against your lips.
You feel his head drag along your insides, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. “Baby! Fuck oh my god,” you cry out, fingers digging into his back, leaving marks for you both to discover later.
He loves seeing your expressive face during sex—every gasp, moan, and whimper drives him crazy. The way your fingernails dig into his back only makes him thrust harder, chasing after those beautiful sounds you make. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking harsh marks onto your skin as he fucks you slowly, trying to savor this moment after waiting so long for it.
He rolls his hips expertly against you, leaning back and watching your body as he pleasures you, biting his lip as he thumbs at your clit. “That feel good, baby? My cock feels good inside that pretty little pussy?”
His eyes can’t focus on just one thing while he looks down at your trembling body.
“Yes! So good, baby, fuck. You’re so good at that, so good at fucking me,” you whimper out, not knowing what you’re even saying.
"Mmm...such a good girl," he groans, his thumb circling your clit faster at your words. He watches your breasts bounce with each of his thrusts. "You take my dick so well...look at how gorgeous you are when I fuck you."
You arch up, needing his mouth on your nipples.
He’d discovered how sensitive they were when he’d made you cum just by sucking and licking them.
He immediately notices your arch and the whimper you make, understanding exactly what you need without a word. With a smirk that's equal parts dirty and endearing, he leans down to capture one nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, using his teeth gently before soothing it with his tongue, just like he knows you love.
"Such sensitive tits. Such a sensitive little body," he mutters against your skin before switching to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
You cry out, knowing his words were true. But only with him. No one could make you feel this way but Changbin. You were so sensitive and receptive to his touch, falling apart so easily when it came to him.
"Only for me," He murmurs possessively against your nipple, as if reading your thoughts. He sucks it hard, making you cry out again. He pulls off your nipple with a pop, leaving it red and wet from his mouth.
Changbin had become even more possessive of you after you both had confessed. Hand on your waist, around your shoulders, kissing your neck or cheek in public. It was always ‘my girl’ when talking to friends about you, even though they all knew you—you were all friends. He’d hold your bag for you, open doors, and gently move you to the inside part of a sidewalk.
And behind closed doors, in private, he’d sit you on his lap any chance he could, hold your neck gently to remind you. It was hot. Incredibly hot.
He pulls back, panting heavily as he looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "You know what I love?" He asks hoarsely, thrusting into you deeply once more for emphasis. "Seeing my girl all flushed and fucked out—knowing that I did that to you." He leans down to kiss you deeply before pulling back with a smirk. "Knowing that my cock is the only one that gets to feel this perfect pussy."
You groan, holding your breasts in your hands as he continues to fuck you, picking up the pace just to slow down again, driving you absolutely insane. “Jesus baby, you’re making me crazy,” you cry out as he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth.
He smiles against you, loving how he drives you wild. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, marking you up with love bites as he continues to fuck you at that maddening pace; slow enough to tease, deep enough to hit every spot inside you perfectly.
"Crazy for me?" He murmurs against your skin, his hands squeezing your breasts possessively before rolling your nipples between his fingers again. "Only for me?"
You shudder against his touch, nodding, biting your lip. “Only for you. Only you can make me feel this fucking good,” you whimper, reaching down to rest your hands on his hips, feeling how he moves them against you, closing your eyes in ecstasy.
He captures your hands, pinning them above your head with one hand while continuing to roll and pinch your nipples aggressively with the other. “Pretty baby talks so dirty," he whispers huskily against your ear before biting it gently.
“Oh fuck,” you moan. Loving the slow drag of his cock inside you, his deep voice praising you in your ear.
He loves the sight of you like this. Hair disheveled, lips parted, tits bouncing with every thrust. He breathes hard as he looks your body up and down, knowing it was all his to worship. "Look at me, baby.”
You look up at him as he starts to pick up the pace, eyes locked as the sound of your lovemaking grows louder, your wet pussy taking his cock over and over, the filthy sounds of squelching between your bodies.
His intense gaze holds yours as he increases his pace, each thrust becoming more urgent.
"Fuck...look at those pretty eyes." He reaches up to gently grip your throat without squeezing. "You’re so fucking sexy." His thumb strokes your bottom lip while his cock hits that spot inside you that makes you whimper loudly. "Gonna make you come on my dick, baby.”
You cry out, feeling your pussy start to tighten before he slows down again, smirking down at you, thumb entering your mouth. You suck on it immediately.
He groans at the sight of your lips wrapped around his thumb, mimicking what he wishes his cock was doing right now. He pulls his thumb out slowly, making a popping sound as it leaves your mouth. "So good for me," he praises you, his hips moving in slow swivels, teasing you perfectly. He leans down to kiss you, tongues sliding along one another.
You whimper as his lips ghost over yours, his scent overwhelming you, musky and woodsy from his cologne, and something entirely him.
“Can you be a good girl and suck my dick, baby? Wanna feel those pretty lips around my cock before I cum inside that tight pussy,” he says before kissing you softly, making you groan and nod eagerly. You loved sucking his cock.
A low, satisfied growl escapes him at your nod. He pulls out slowly, making you both gasp at the sudden emptiness. He turns you over gently onto your hands and knees, smacking your ass. "On your knees, baby. Right here."
He positions himself in front of you, hard cock bobbing for attention. "Open that pretty mouth." His hand grips your hair as he presses the tip against your lips.
You kneel on the bed before him, his legs spread as he leans on one elbow, the other in your hair as he guides your mouth gently on his twitching cock. He’s slick with both your combined fluids, making you moan when you take him in your warm mouth, tasting him on your tongue, his hips bucking as he hits the back of your throat.
"Fuck, baby.”
His hand gently guides your head as you bob up and down. He looks down at you, eyes dark and lust-filled, your lips stretched wide around his shaft. Your cheeks are hollowed out as you suck him eagerly.
"Such a good girl for me," he murmurs, his grip on your hair tightening slightly as he fucks your mouth gently.
You moan at his praise, pussy clenching as you reach down and softly fondle his heavy balls, and you’re rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from above you. Your mouth works up and down his shaft, tongue licking along every ridge and vein it comes in contact with.
"Fuck." His hips snap forward abruptly, hitting the back of your throat deeply. "Baby," he pants out heavily. "If you keep going, I'm gonna cum down your throat." His voice is strained with need and warning. "Want that?" He challenges. "Want to taste my cum?"
You groan, wanting to feel his cock throb and pulse on your tongue, but wanting his cum deep inside your pussy. Needed it.
You pull back, strings of saliva connecting your lips to the head, his cock twitching violently from being so close to release.
"Fuck... look at you,” he groans, stroking himself slowly in front of your face. "Such a good cocksucker baby, but I know what you need.” He tilts your chin up gently. "Want my cum in that pretty pussy, don't you? Want me to fill you up?"
You whimper, arousal smearing on your thighs and dripping onto the sheets below, so fucking turned on. “Yes, I need you to cum inside me,” you whine, climbing onto his lap, his hand still stroking his cock.
"Need my cum?" He repeats hoarsely, gripping his cock and slapping it against your wet folds teasingly. "Need me to breed this tight little pussy?" He asks, knowing you love that filthy talk.
He lines himself up with your entrance but doesn't push in yet. "Gonna cum so deep inside you, baby." His tip catches on your entrance, teasing you both terribly. "Fuck you're so wet for me. Such a needy girl."
You cry out when he slaps his cock against your pussy again, making your hips jolt. “Fuck oh my god, baby, yes please, I need it so bad,” you whimper. “Wanna be your good girl,” you add, lowering yourself down on his cock.
"Fuck yes," He groans as you impale yourself on his cock, your walls squeezing him tightly. His hands grip your hips hard as you sit down fully, taking him to the hilt. "Taking my cock so perfectly."
He starts moving immediately. Deep thrusts that make the bed creak and your tits bounce. "Ride me, baby. Ride my dick while I fuck this needy pussy."
You move your hips, gasping at the angle. “Fuck! So big,” you whimper out, back arched, tits in his face.
"Mmm," he hums, capturing one nipple in his mouth while pounding into you from below. His large hands grip your waist tightly, guiding your movements. "You take my cock so well, baby. Look at these perfect tits bouncing for me." He switches to the other nipple, sucking hard and biting gently while his hips snap upward, meeting your downward thrusts perfectly. "Goddamn,” he groans against your skin. He grips your ass in his hands roughly, squeezing and kneading as he buries his face between your breasts, inhaling.
His hips are relentless as he pounds into your pussy, chasing both your orgasms. "Baby, fuck,” he moans against your chest. "Your pussy's so tight. So deep like this." His hands spread your cheeks, needing to touch you in any way. His fingers tighten on your hips suddenly, thrusting harder and deeper as if possessed. "You make me fucking crazy. Gonna breed this little pussy,” he says, slapping your ass.
“Fuck yes,” you cry out, leaning back and riding him wildly, uninhibited and untamed.
He watches in awe, his back against the pillows as the headboard starts to bang against the wall. His eyes roll back as he watches you ride him wildly, your tits bouncing and your hair flying everywhere.
"Baby, you're so fucking beautiful,” he pants heavily, his hands flying to your hips to slam you down on his cock as he thrusts upward roughly.
The bedroom is filled with the sounds of wild sex—bed shaking, sheets rustling, skin slapping, deep groans from him, whimpers, and high-pitched moans and screams coming from you. The sounds are obscene and addictive. Your bodies collide repeatedly, the air thick with sex and sweat. Your lovemaking is loud, and messy, and absolutely perfect.
He drags his hand up your body, between your breasts, and holds your throat, his other guiding you up and down still. “You want me to cum inside you, baby? Fill this pretty pussy? Breed your cunt? Hmm?” He asks desperately.
You moan loudly, clutching his shoulders, nodding frantically. “Please, baby. Please cum inside me.”
His eyes close briefly at your words. "Fuck yes. That's my girl,” he growls, his hand tightening slightly around your throat as he slams you down onto his cock with brutal force. "I'm gonna cum so deep inside this tight pussy. Breed it, baby. Make it mine." He pants heavily, his eyes locked onto yours with intense possession.
His hips buck upward wildly as he feels his orgasm approaching rapidly. "I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much," he whispers, his hand sliding from your throat to the back of your neck and pressing your foreheads together, hips clashing together.
“I love you,” you breathe out before you feel your orgasm crash over you, making you scream, pussy tightening almost impossibly around his pulsing cock. “Binnnn! Bin!” You wail as you cum hard on his dick.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He roars as your orgasm triggers his own, his cock pulsing and throbbing intensely inside you as he releases rope after rope of hot cum into your depths. He holds you down onto him, not allowing any space between the two of you as he fills you completely.
You collapse on top of him, and he wraps his arms around you, your hips still moving softly against one another. He runs his hands up and down your back, helping you come back to earth.
He holds you close, his heart racing and his cock still buried inside you, softening but not entirely withdrawing. He kisses your forehead, cheeks, and lips softly. "Did I hurt you?" He asks. His gentle hands roam over your body, checking for any marks or signs of discomfort. "You were so loud, baby. So beautiful when you came apart for me." He praises softly.
You whimper, loving how gentle and sweet he was after everything. “I’m okay,” you manage to get out. “Made me feel so good. Too good.”
"Too good, huh?" He teases lightly, his cock finally slipping out of you with a wet plop. He looks down at your pussy, seeing his cum leaking out slowly. He hums appreciatively.
You moan softly, rolling onto the bed, lying there as you come to your senses. He slaps your ass before getting up and slipping his boxers on. He grabs his shirt and cleans you off quickly between your legs, before throwing the shirt in the hamper, walking into the bathroom.
You hear him pee before he washes his hands and, presumably, the mess from off his pelvis. He returns with a damp washcloth and cleans you off more thoroughly, kissing your forehead before helping you put on one of his shirts.
You watch his back muscles as he walks back into the bathroom, setting the washcloth down to dry before turning off the lights and crawling back into bed with you, pulling you into his chest. He kisses your temple and whispers, "Stay like this with me for a while, okay? Just lemme hold you and feel you."
You nod, comfortable in his warm embrace.
The room is quiet except for the sound of your gentle breathing and his soft kisses pressed against your skin. "I love you so much," he murmurs. “So much.”
And you drift off to sleep, the same words falling from your lips…
i guess this is a hot take but i couldn’t care less if exo can’t promote “as a whole” anymore. frankly, with the state the industry is in and the year kpop has had, i’m more concerned abt their mental well being and other groups and how they’ll be living under the shadow of this lawsuit whether it goes well or not.
I am so proud of my Stray Kids. They officially are the kpop group with the most preorders for an album. It's more than double the preorders Maxident got. Skipped right past 3m and went to almost 5m. I'm guessing it'll probably break 5m preorders in the next 24h and that'll make them the first kpop group ever to break 5m preorders.
I linked the one I found based on the searches. There are many versions of the translation, feel free to add it in the reblogs so we can compile it together. Enjoy!
VOLUME 1: Karasuno Training Camp (烏野強化合宿 Karasuno Kyōka Gasshuku)
Chapter 1: Prologue
Chapter 2: The Morning of the Training Camp
Chapter 3: Finding Hinata
Chapter 4: Sugawara’s Decision
Chapter 5: The King Heads to the Street to Buy Food
Chapter 6: If Karasuno Didn’t Have a Female Manager
Chapter 7: Epilogue
VOLUME 2: Pep Rally before the Interhigh (IH前“壮行式” IH Mae ‘Sōkō-Shiki’)
Chapter 1: Melancholy of the Third Year Student
Chapter 2: The Die is Cast
Chapter 3: Ignorance is Bliss
Chapter 4: All’s Well that Ends Well
Chapter 5: Hello Miyagi in ‘Seijoh’
Chapter 6: ‘Determination’ of the Iron Wall
Chapter 7: Invasion of the ‘Cats’
Bonus Chapter: FINAL HAIKYUU QUEST
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
VOLUME 3: Tokyo Excursion (トーキョー遠征!! Tōkyō Ensei!!)
Chapter 1: Let’s Go to Tokyo!
Chapter 2: The Amateur and The Newbie
Chapter 3: A Childhood Friend’s Feelings
Chapter 4: Captain Meeting
Chapter 5: Tiger and Dragon
Chapter 6: The Mongol
Bonus Chapter: Haikyuu!! Fighter
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
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