PAIRING: seo changbin x fem!reader
WARNINGS: no use of y/n
GENRE: fluff
PLAYLIST: here
WORD COUNT: 820
NOTE: first changbin fic woooowowoooowo
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you don’t mean to hard launch changbin.
not on your main anyway.
you’d been playing it cool for months, slipping blurry shoulder shots of him into your private stories, letting your friends guess who was under the hoodie in the drivers seat.
who bought you the iced coffee you were sipping in the mirror selfie, who the hell had abs like that in the picture you took of ‘the view’ on your hike.
it was a fun little secret.
and changbin was in on the game. he’d nuzzle into your neck and ask, “did they figure it out yet?” whenever you posted something dangerously close to exposing him. he didn’t mind staying hidden.
he liked it, even. “more time for me to have you to myself,” he’d whisper, kissing just under your jaw.
but then it happens.
a normal saturday morning. sunlight through your curtains. changbin still half asleep, skin warm, arm flung over your waist as he mumbles something into your pillow. and you.
you’re just lying there watching him, heart squeezing in that quiet, almost a stunned way it does every time you realise he’s really yours.
so you take a picture.
no teasing angle this time. just him. shirtless. bare faced. silly pout pulled into his lips, hair all tousled. he’s gorgeous. so clearly in love with you. one arm wrapped around you like he couldn’t stand to not be touching you, even in his sleep.
you snap the photo.
and without thinking, without checking, you post it. captioned:
“still can’t believe i get to wake up to this 😩”
to your main.
where everyone follows you. where your classmates, coworkers, your mom, your ex, and most dangerously of all, binnie’s entire fandom can see it.
it takes you two full minutes to realise what you’ve done.
you’re brushing your teeth when your phone buzzes once. then again. then twenty more times in a row.
by the time you rinse your mouth and check the notifications, your stomach drops.
"omg is that changbin??"
"you’re dating seo changbin??”
"why didn’t you say anything??"
"girl. the way he’s cuddling you."
"he looks so happy aww"
"i am sobbing he is in love."
and worst of all…
“this is gonna cause chaos lmaooo he’s so dead with management 😂”
you lunge back into your room. “changbin,” you gasp.
he stirs, eyes still closed. “mm?”
“i… i posted you.”
“yeah?” his voice is thick and raspy with sleep, still groggy. “what picture?”
“the picture.” your fingers are trembling now. “the one from this morning. i– i meant to put it on my private, and i accidentally… i hard launched you. on my main. like, everyone saw it. everyone.”
his eyes blink open at that. “everyone?” he repeats, sitting up a little. “like… your friends?”
“no,” you croak. “like the entire internet.”
there’s a beat of silence.
then he laughs.
like– belly laughs.
this wide, sleepy, grin spreads across his face as he stretches his arms above his head and blinks at you like he just woke up to the best news of his life. “you really posted me?”
“changbin! this is not funny–”
“no, baby, it’s great,” he says, still smiling as he reaches for your wrist. “do you know how long i’ve been waiting for you to do that?”
you blink. “you’re not mad?”
“mad?” he tugs you onto the bed and into his lap. “i’ve been soft launching you for months too, you know. i posted your elbow last week and they practically started a manhunt.”
“that’s not the same as this–”
“i know, and that’s why i love it.” his hands settle on your waist. “you accidentally told the world you’re mine. that’s hot.”
you stare at him, still breathless, still halfway panicking. “you’re literally going to get in trouble.”
he shrugs, nuzzling into your neck as if nothing in the world could bother him. “worth it.”
“you’ll get pulled into a meeting. they’ll ask if you’re dating. they’ll probably give you a warning.”
“then i’ll tell them i am dating you. that i love you. and that i don’t regret it.” his voice is so casual.
“and if they have a problem with that, they can deal with it.”
you go quiet.
your phone is still buzzing beside you. friends asking questions, fans reposting your picture, people losing their minds over how soft and cozy he looked, but none of that matters when he turns your chin toward him and looks you in the eye.
he just beams.
the kind of grin that lights him up from the inside out. that makes his eyes crinkle, and his dimples show, and his hands squeeze at your hips. “best wake up of my life.”
you bury your face in his shoulder with a groan, but he only laughs and wraps himself tighter around you.
“let them talk,” he whispers into your hair.
“i’ve never been prouder to be yours.”
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Synopsis: Heated make out sessions with Stray Kids.
Pairing: ot8!SKZ x gn!reader
Genre: Fluff, Suggestive
Notice: Hello, my loves! Enjoy these short make out blurbs I wrote a while back as I continue to work on Part 4 of The Phantoms :)
~ Bang Chan
Soft kisses. It started as one small kiss, a simple peck on his lips to be precise; it was his reward, in a sense, for producing arduously through the night. Now, Chan cannot seem to get enough of you, having you pulled onto his lap and leaning back into you. Neither of you minded this sudden change of the itinerary; Chan needed a break, after all. His lips taste like strawberry gummies and soda pop, a quick snack from earlier in the night. They move perfectly in sync with yours, slow at first, but full of love nevertheless. His arms circle around your waist, careful not to pull you in too fast. You are never able to comprehend how gentle he always is with you, asking every ten minutes if you are okay or if you need anything; a soft ‘yes’ is the only word you’re seemingly able to form in between kisses and whines. No matter how many songs Chan has produced, the soft sounds you make under his touch are his favorite melodies. His head falls back onto the rest of his chair as your swollen lips make their way down to the side of his neck, bruising the sensitive skin lightly and eliciting a sincere moan. Chan does not have the humility to admit it, but he is a total sucker for your lips on him. “You’re so pretty, Hon. I love you so much.”
~ Lee Know
Slightly rough, but extremely passionate. You are not exactly sure how you ended up in your current position, yet here you were, pressed up against the wall and kissing Minho dizzy. It does not plague your mind in the slightest; after all, kissing Minho was much more thrilling than figuring out how you ended up kissing him. The kisses are intense, resulting in light huffing from both parties. Minho has one hand on your waist and the other in your hair, pulling at the strands lightly. He moves one leg in between yours, while simultaneously lifting your chin up to gain access to your neck. His lips trail down to your exposed jaw, littering kisses down your neck and stopping at your collarbones. He bites his lip when you attempt to gain the upper hand, tugging his head backwards by his hair and kissing areas relative to where he had just gently marked you. He lowly warns you not to leave marks on him; he, according to an earlier conversation, has a photo shoot tomorrow morning. Yet, his eyes are telling a different story, silently daring you to leave bruises wherever you please. Precisely when you think you have won control over him, he moves the hand previously gripping your waist up to the base of your neck. “What do you think you’re doing, Darling?”
~ Changbin
Silly kisses. You are in the back seat of Changbin’s car. His face is slightly blushed, only revealed by the subtle neon glow of the city creeping into the vehicle. His lips are warm, and there is a certain softness to them that only he possesses. Despite this softness, neither of you ever take making out seriously; that is exactly the case in this scenario. Changbin teasingly squeezes your side, resulting in giggles from the both of you. After this brief moment of fun, you’re back to eagerly exploring one another. A bit of play fighting is incorporated as you tussle in attempt to pin the other one down first. Changbin puts on a bratty pout, huffing playfully once you beat him to it. This whiny demeanor did not last long; the sweet scent of your perfume began to cloud Changbin’s senses as all he could focus on was the feeling of your lips gently kissing on his collarbones. Blood abandoned his face, rushing to other, more sensitive parts of his body. He swallowed hard, bunching the hem of your t-shirt in his fist as he so desperately tried to silence himself. His teasing joy is over; it is his turn to succumb to your fun. ”I can play this game all night, Dear.”
~ Hyunjin
Lustful kisses. You are on Hyunjin’s lap. A soft, yet sensual playlist lowly blares in the background as Hyunjin’s hands guide your movements against him. His lips are plush and full, tasting of cotton candy from his lip balm. His tongue lightly battles with yours for dominance, but neither of you care enough to actually win; instead, you ravish in exploring each other’s mouths. He moves up to lightly nibble on your ear, his hot breath fanning over it as he whispers the dirtiest thoughts possible to elicit a reaction from you, before smirking as if he said nothing. His hands move from your waist slowly down to your ass, teasingly massaging it. He smiles trickily at every sweet sound coming from your mouth, pretending not to hear your cries of need. His hands make their way up to tug your shirt down slightly, giving him access to your chest. Hyunjin is one to value the moment; therefore, he gets you as needy as he possibly can before even considering taking action. ”Have patience, Love. Our night has just begun.”
~ Han
Messy, eager kisses. Han was not one to spend weeks, much less days at a time without talking to you. He always managed to carve a second out of his schedule to at least shoot an ‘I love you’ your way. Yet, you haven’t seen Han in nearly a month, much less spoken to him. He did not respond to your texts or calls, and FaceTiming was not even in the question at this point. Despite your admiration of the attention he payed to every comeback, you missed his gentle caress. It felt like nearly half a century before Han finally reached out. ‘Hi, Honey! I’m finally done with promotions! Can’t wait to see you :)’. The minute he stepped foot in your home, you had jumped into his arms before he could even get a ‘hello’ out. Desperation clouded your judgment as you began to kiss him dizzy. The kisses were slightly rushed, but no less loving than before. He tasted like citrus fruit, most likely due to his chewing gum. You can tell Han’s been quite worked up as well; he is touchier than normal, running his soft hands roaming over and exploring every curve and indent of your body. Breathy ‘I missed yous’ were exchanged in between kisses. The need to get impossibly closer was almost overbearing, even with your bodies and lips practically smushed against one another’s. Even though you haven’t seen each other in weeks, the teasing is still rampant. ”Do we need to move this to the bedroom, Babe?”
~ Felix
Sugary kisses. Your back is pressed firmly against the kitchen counter; Felix’s hands are pressed to your cheeks with an equally gentle force as he kisses you. His lips are delightfully sweet, similarly to the brownies baking in the oven nearby. He savors the moment as if you are his favorite sweet treat, not wanting to let go of the delectable flavor just yet. He smiles into every kiss, astounded by how beautiful you look under his soft gaze. It is slow and lovely, his hands gently thumbing over your cheeks from time to time. He is gentle with you, and you with him, placing your hands tenderly on his chest. You do your best not to lose track of time with Felix; you do not want to overstep, plus, the brownies are still baking. It is hard not to feel lightheaded, however, when he litters soft kisses along your jaw and the sides of your neck. The brownies are definitely not the only thing warming up in the kitchen. “My pretty baby.”
~ Seungmin
Slow, lazy kisses. You are laid atop Seungmin’s rumpled fluffy bedding; his bedroom is messy, but you do not mind. Your leg is hooked over his waist as he rubs gentle patterns on your bare skin, kissing you gently. You’re supposed to be studying science notes, not each other. Yet, pencils, paper, and textbooks are pushed to the side, and long out of your minds; kissing was much more exciting than studying biological concepts. As such, you found yourself here, your limbs tangled up with each others and your lips softly moving in sync. He lets you set the pace, allowing you to go as gently as you like. Every touch from Seungmin is so sensual and caring. He takes his time with you, kissing and caressing you as if you both have all the time in the world. Your hand finds its way to his tousled hair, which matches your messy ponytail. He mutters breathy ‘I love yous’ in between every kiss, breaking occasionally to nip at you playfully and eliciting soft chuckles from you. Seungmin takes every opportunity as such to traverse more and more, exploring what you both like. “I cherish moments like these with you.”
~ Jeongin
Playful kisses. It is one’o’clock in the morning. You ventured to the Stray Kids residence earlier in the night for a sleepover with Jeongin. Now, you are situated under a huge, lofi blanket fort, exchanging flirty banter with one another. It starts with feather-light pecks on each others’ faces. Soon, it turns into the both of you wrapped up in each others arms, kissing each other dazedly. The feeling is still a new one for the both of you; you are not too huge on intimate affection and the relationship is still fairly new. Jeongin is not exactly sure where to place his hands because of this, so he perches them high on your back. The kisses are a bit stiff at first; however, you both ease into them as time goes on. He is quiet, but his soft actions speak louder than the silence. Jeongin incorporates a bit of amusement into the kissing, lightly tickling your sides to relieve both of your nerves. Jeongin decides to experiment slightly, trailing soft pecks down your neck and jaw. He is careful and slightly hesitant with the kisses. With every new movement, he asks if you liked it or if you were okay. As aforementioned, it is still new to both of you. Every new action is exciting, and incorporating a bit of reassurance and fun never hurt anyone. “I hope you’re my first and last. I love you.”
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“Go ahead. touch it.” + “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
Warnings: Smut, nudism, masturbating, handjob, blowjob, pet/nicknames, teasing, cum tasting, deep throating, oral, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
Changbin sits on the bed with his back propped against the headboard, his hand around his cock and low groans leaving him as he was spreading his pre-cum over his cock, you weren’t expecting this view when you walked into the room, your eyes immediately fell to his cock that was glistening from his arousal, your eyes widen and your lips part as you let out a gasp, you could feel your mouth water instantly from the sight, he watches you with a smirk on his lips, as if he had been waiting for you to catch him, his eyes were dark and hooded.
“Go ahead, touch it,” He says, you step forward as if you’re in a trance and climb onto the bed, slowly crawling your way closer to him, he bites his bottom lip as he watches you get closer to him. You straddle his lap once you reach him and wrap your hands around the base of his cock, he pulls his hand away immediately as a low groan leaves him. “Fuck…” You slide your hands along his length, feeling the sticky residue slowly spreading over your palms and fingers.
“So hard and so wet, Bin,” You coo and look up at him, you watch him squirm at your words. “Is this all for me? Were you waiting for me?” You watch his lids flutter and his chest heaves up and down quickly as his breathing becomes deeper. You twist your hands around his cock, making him buck his hips at the friction.
“Y/n… baby,” He mumbles, becoming lost in the pleasurable sensation you were causing him, his hand couldn’t even compare to yours, to what you were doing to him. “Fuck…” You lower your gaze and watch as his muscles tighten each time your hands glide along his cock, your thumb rubbing over the slit before disappearing again, you slide one of your hands lower and cup his balls. “Fu-fuck,” You smirk as you hear him stutter. Your fingers carefully knead into his balls, while your other hand slide up and down his length, making sure to circle your thumb over the slit of his cock.
“Feels good?” You whisper, his hips buck, and you see his stomach muscles twitching and pulling, his thigh muscles flex underneath you and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride growing inside you, knowing that you were causing this response from him.
“Fuck, yes,” He breathes out, his voice rough as he spoke. “So good,” You nod your head and lick your lips before you lean over, you feel his legs twitch as the tips of your hair brush against his thighs. “Shit…” You look up at him, and he swore he would come undone right then and there, you looked like sin staring up at him. “Babyyyy,” He whines out as you blow directly at the head of his cock, his hands grip onto the bedding, and you watch as veins slowly begin to pop out on his arms. “Oh, gguhhh,” Your thumb rubs over the tip of his cock, feeling how cold you’ve blown his arousal.
“You sound so pretty for me, Bin,” You mutter before flattening your tongue at the head of his cock and licking around it, purposely avoiding his slit. “Hmm, so good,” You could taste the saltiness spreading in your mouth, before licking a stripe down as your hand moves down to the base of his cock.
“Hmpf, hmm,” He whimpers, tugging at the bedding more. “Y/n… babyyyy,” The feeling of your warm tongue gliding along his cock was making his mind spin, and the way you looked right now. “Baby…” Dirty, sinful and lucky were the words circling in his mind as he watched you with intensity. Your tongue curls around his length as you slide your tongue back to the head of his cock. “I’m…” Your hair was tickling his thighs as your head was moving, and the feeling was only enhancing the ecstasy feeling he was experiencing. “Not go-going…” And you knew, you knew he wasn’t going to last long, you weren’t expecting him to. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock without warning and take him into your mouth with such speed that he barely had time to process what was happening.
“BABY!” He screams as he felt your warm mouth engulf his cock, your eyes not waving once as you stared up at him, keeping eye contact with him as you took more of him into your mouth. “I’M NOT GONNA…” Your tongue slides along the underside of his cock, directly over the prominent vein that decorated his cock. You could feel your saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth and running down his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, and he was going crazy over that feeling. “BABY!” You twist your hand around the base of his cock while your other hand squeezed his balls, you were breathing loudly through your nose before your oxygen was cut off when you started taking him down your throat. “FUCK, BABY, BABYYY” The feeling of your throat closing down around his cock caused him to squeeze his eyes shut.
Tears burned in the corner of your eyes and your lungs were slowly starting to scream for air, and he could feel your throat squeezing his cock, milking him to cum in your mouth, down your throat, his hips buck up and his cock slide further down your throat, your tears spill down your cheeks at the burning feeling, you could feel your panties becoming wet as your arousal seeps through them, you were sure your pants were going to be ruined as well.
“Baby, baby, Y/n, fuck, I…” His words were fast as he spoke, it was like he was chanting without taking a breath in between. “Fuck… I,” You slowly pull him out your throat and hallow your cheeks as you do, you watch his stomach muscles clench before you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, you take in a deep breath of air through your nose before you felt hot liquid spilling into your mouth. “FUUUCK!” You bob your head up and down over his cock, getting him through the high as you try to swallow at the same time, but a mess was quickly being made at spills from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, fuck like that, oh my… fucking,” You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to focus on swallowing what you could while trying to keep your breathing as even as you possibly could, which was impossible considering how turned on you felt and what you had just done.
“Baby…” He sighs out, his hips lower down to the bed as his body slowly begins to relax after going through such an intense high. You pull away from his cock with a loud pop, causing his body to shake at the feeling of your lips releasing him, you squeeze his balls one last time before pulling both your hands away and sitting back on his thighs. “Fuck…”
“Was it good?” You ask, he nods his head as he stares at you with satisfying eyes, a lazy smile on his lips, Sweat coats his chest, and you could see it starting to roll down. “Feeling tired now?”
“Hmm…” He hums. You place your hands against the crease of his hips before slowly lifting your hips off his lap, he grabs onto your wrist, causing you to pause mid-move to look at him. “Where are you going?”
“To take a shower,” You say. You watch as he sits straighter, face now inches away from yours, and it feels like your breath was caught in your throat for a moment. “I… should…”
“You should?” He asks. You slowly nod your head and moments later you found yourself on your back and Changbin on top of you. “No, what you should do is let me now take care of you,” He reaches for your shirt and pulls it upwards along with your help, you immediately reach behind you to unclasp your bra and get rid of his while his hands slid along your sides before his fingers curl around your waistband, and he pulls your pants along with your panties down. He lifts your pants and inspects them, quickly finding a wet patch had formed through them and your panties were soaked. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty horny thing, aren’t you?” His lips touch your lower stomach as he tosses the fabric aside. “And be a good girl and spread your legs,” You feel your walls clench at his words before complying and opening your legs wider for him, a loud squelch goes through the air as your folds pull apart and open for him. “Fuck…” He kisses down your mound before he comes face-to-face with your soaked pussy. “So fucking wet from sucking me and swallowing my cum.”
“Bin… do something, fuck,” You say, you were so desperate for his touch, you needed to feel it on your needy, aching pussy. He just came, but he could feel his cock twitching just seeing your pussy glistening with your juices, you were practically ready for his cock and for a second he wished he had pulled you up and stripped you down to fuck into your sopping hole. Your legs twitch as you feel his fingers touch your folds and push them more open for him before you felt his tongue on your clit, you reach down with one hand and curl your fingers into his locks and lift your hips, pushing your pussy against his face. “Fuck…”
You could feel his fingers slide along your folds and move to your inner folds as his song slides over your clit in a long lick before it disappears and reappears but lower, you feel your muscles tensing up as his fingers begin to slide up and down your folds, adding to the sensation already spreading inside you.
“Bin, fuck…” You whimper as you feel his tongue reach your slit and lick all the way up to your clit before his lips wrap around the sensitive nub, and his fingers easily slip into your wet hole and curl them, you could hear the squelch from your wetness when he did. “Fuck… I…” You were almost positive that he could push his entire hand into you with how wet you were. “Biiiin,” Your head turns sideways, pleasure was slowly blooming inside you, and you could feel heat travelling through your veins, causing sweat to build up on your skin and the bedding to stick to your back. His fingers thrust in and out of you while curling against your walls every now and again.
“Hmm,” He hums against your clit, although it sounded like a growl, and the sound caused your walls to clench and your clit to twitch while your mind was thrown into the clouds, you close your eyes and let the sensation go through and take control of your mind and body.
“Bin, fuck…” You moan as you feel your body becoming light as a knot of tension was building inside you. “Bin, I… more,” And then you feel him tug at your clit and his fingers plunging deeper into you, you didn’t think it was possible for them to go any deeper. “FUCK, BIN!” Your back arches and your hips push up, pushing your pussy into his face again. “BIN!” Your hips continue to move against his face, as if you were riding it. “OH, OH!” A third finger slips into you, and you feel almost full as he moves his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. “BIIIIN!” His other hand grabs onto your thigh, holding it firmly in his grip. He abruptly pulls away from your clit, and you feel the tension that was building at a rapid pace suddenly slow down. “Noooo.”
“You taste so good,” He says. “I’m hard again,” Your walls clench around his fingers, and you feel his thumb press down against your clit to give the nub attention as he spoke. “You got me rock hard again, baby,” Your mind was spinning, you weren’t sure for how long he was sucking your clit and pounding his fingers into your pussy, but it had to have been long enough for him to get hard again. “You get me hard so fast again, just hear your moan for me and see how wet you’re for me…”
“Fuck me,” You breathe out, keeping your eyes shut. “Fuck me, Changbin, get your fingers out of me and put your cock in,” You needed to feel him inside you, you wanted to come undone with his cock inside you. He quickly pulls his fingers from you and moments later you feel the head of his cock push into you easily, your hand falls from his hair, and you find one of his arms to grip onto.
“So fucking… wet,” He groans out, your back arches as you feel his hard length entering you and stretching your walls as they should be stretched and filled you how you wanted to be filled. His hands grip your hips and lift them from the bed, pushing his cock deeper into you and reaching that sweet spot inside you.
“BIIIINN!” You scream out, you wanted to turn sideways as the pleasure courses through at such intensity. “FUCK, RIGHT THERE!” You could feel tears burning in your eyes, the pleasure all felt so much.
“FUCK!” He loudly groans, he was still sensitive from earlier, and he could feel it as your walls squeezed around his cock, already milking him to cum inside you. He barely gave a moment for both of you to adjust before he pulled his hips back, pulling out of you halfway before slamming back into you, making you gasp and shake with pleasure, your nails dig into his skin as his pace picks up.
“FUCK, OH FUCK!” You scream, seeing the specs of specks of dust that had formed behind your eyes becoming bigger and flying by faster, the sound of your wetness fills the air along with the sound of your moans and his groans. “CHANGBIN!” The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, you could feel the knot inside you building rapidly again. “CHANGBIN!”
“Y/N, FUCK!” He grunts out, you could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck from how wet your skin was with sweat. Your toes curl as you feel a hot tingling sensation travelling up your legs, your other hand grabs the bedding, and you bunch it up in your fist.
“CHANGBIN!” You cry out as you feel your mind falling into a pool of ecstasy. “FUCK!” Your body begins shaking and a sudden wave of pleasure crashes into you, pulling the tension that was building inside you apart, he could feel the moment you came undone around him, your walls were pulling rapidly, and he could feel your cum splattering onto his thighs as he thrusts into you. “FUCK, OH UHHMM!” You push your head into the mattress as stars fly past your eyes.
“FUCK, fuck, yes,” He groans out, feeling his cock twitching. He didn’t expect to last long with how sensitive he felt already, but now feeling your walls milking him hard, it dawned on him that he was seconds away from coming undone. “YYYY/NNN!” You could barely hear his whine with how high in the clouds you were, your heart drummed loudly in your ears as you were going through your high.
“CHANGBIN!” You scream, his hips stutter momentarily before he pushes them against yours, hot ropes of cum spill into you, making you whine loudly at the feeling. He lowers your hips to the bed and leans over you, burying his head between your breasts, and groaning against your chest as he comes undone. Your grip on his arm loosens before you completely release it, and you lay it down on the bed, your body slowly calms down, and you were left to catch your breath. “Bin…” You whisper as you feel his hips wiggle against yours.
“So good…” He mumbles against your chest before lifting his head to look at you. “You are… too good to me,” You release the beddings and lift your hand to gently slide it along his back. “Fuck… I swear if I knew you were this wet, I wouldn’t have cum in your mouth,” You chuckle and shake your head.
“You would have burst immediately,” You say, he nods his head, not bothering to deny that fact. “But now, I really need a shower, you too,” He pushes himself to sit on his knees, his cock slipping out from you with a squelching sound. “Fuck…”
“Fuck, I agree…” He mutters as he slowly climbed off the bed. “Let me go heat the water for us, take your time,” You watch him disappear into the bathroom before hearing the water being turned on, you climb off the bed and glance at it, seeing how wet it was from his load and now your mixed releases.
“We need clean bedding also!” You say as you enter the bathroom, he was already in the shower, waiting for you, the glass already fogging up from the hot water. “My hair needs washing, can you help me, Mister Seo?” You say with a smile stretched across your lips as you step into the shower, closing the door behind you.
a yellow sundress settles just above your knee, flowing beautifully because of the wind coming in from the open windows. you love having the house to yourself, gives you the chance to blast your favourite music and spring clean. on lonely days when the house is clean, you like to indulge in your hobbies while a random youtube video plays on the tv screen.
it’s one of those days where you decide to spring clean. after vacuuming the entire house, and dusting off the book shelves (taking extra care with the glass shelf changbin keeps his awards in) it’s time to tend to your plants. pots of healthy indoor plants scatter in the house, vases of colourful flowers sit on empty spots.
changbin loves gifting you flowers. you’ve been together with him for a good amount of years, and in those span of years, he has given you flowers one too many times. almost a weekly occurence, you would say. name any species you can find at the local florist, changbin have probably given it to you at some point. he doesn’t care that there’s no special occasion — a beautiful soul like you deserves to be surrounded by beautiful things, he had told you at some point.
while you water your tulips with fresh cold water, you could hear the bell ring. you whip your head towards the door, eyebrows furrowing as a finger carresses a tulip’s petal. you place the jug of water onto the desk, and wipe your hands on your apron.
no one awaits in front of you door. your view is empty, only a quiet neighborhood save for a car driving away. you squint, furrowing your eyebrows when you realize it’s changbin’s car. you look around once more, light gasp leaving your mouth as soon as your gaze meets the ground. a bouquet of flowers laying there. right after you pick it up, your telephone rings, showcasing “lover” on the screen.
you couldn’t stop your lips from tugging into a smile.
“honey,” his voice greets you on the other line, “do you like them?”
“like them? i love them,” you beam. changbin could imagine the smile on your face, and the sparkle in your eyes — thus he smiles, too.
"the heart shaped flowers are called bleeding hearts — i was shocked to know the name, but it means unconditional love! the purple flowers, heliotropes mean eternal love. the camellias mean adoration. i asked the florist for flowers with meaning," he lightly laughs, "then i chose the flowers you'd love."
you bite your lower lip to stop yourself from crying, "they're perfect, binnie. so perfect.
he hums, the sound vibrates from the speaker and right to your heart, “good, then. i wanted it to be perfect for my honey.”
you melt at his words, “thank you, baby. but tell me, why’d you leave them on the doorstep, hm? why wouldn’t you give it to me in person? i want to see my favorite person.”
changbin sighs — he could picture the pout that adorns your face, “yah, honey. if i saw you, even for just a split second, i wouldn’t want to go back to work. would want to stay in your arms the whole day.”
“seo changbin — you’ve been married to me for three years now, and yet you still have no self control!” you click your tongue, laughing breathily. truth is, your heart’s warming at his words.
“how could one have self control when they’re in front of a goddess like you?” he rolls his eyes, “i’ve got to go now, love you sweetheart.”
Summary: You like what you have with Changbin. You were together. Without the pressure of labels. You cringed at the idea of being boyfriend and girlfriend. But then you start to notice that maybe he doesn’t feel the same. Changbin wants to get married and he loves the idea of having kids. Is this the part where you break his heart?
“I don’t like this position.”
Changbin grunted in response. He didn’t seem to care that you weren’t comfortable, or maybe he hadn’t processed what you were mumbling into his shoulder. Far too busy decorating your collarbone with all manner of bruises and marks that would color your skin for weeks.
You had learned long ago that he liked to use his teeth during sex. Obsessed with biting like he was a damn vampire - bringing your lower lip between his teeth, or even that one time when he nipped at your clit and nearly made you cum on the spot. And you had never been opposed to wearing his marks.
But you liked it better from behind. He knew that. Except it was harder to kiss you in that position. Or so he argued.
“Binnie,” you whined, wincing when he sucked too hard on that really sensitive spot on your neck. “Did you hear me?”
“’Course I did,” Changbin said, and then he spread your thighs even wider, fucking so fast like he was hoping you would just forget about it.
You frowned in response, even as you couldn’t help but take a moment to feel the way he was fucking you. His cock just didn’t reach as deep when you did it in missionary. It still felt good, and he knew how to angle his hips just right to graze that perfect little spot.
But you knew it could be better, dodging his lips when he tried to kiss you again. Changbin chuckled, drawing further down to nuzzle the spot between your breasts.
If he wasn’t built like a fucking military tank, then you could flip the both of you over on your own. But Changbin was an indomitable fortress of hard muscle and thick tendon. You would be lucky to even distract him from his preoccupation with your tits and keeping a slow pace on his stroke game.
“Changbin,” you tried again, using a harsher tone to convey your seriousness. “Can we turn over now?”
You clawed your nails down his spine, digging into the skin to distract him, but it only seemed to turn him on even more, and Changbin moaned so loud that you were certain your neighbors would bang against the wall and scream at you to keep it down.
“Changbin-”
“Shit.”
You gasped when his hips stuttered against your own, coming without any warning as his he held himself over you. His gaze revealed that he was just as shocked as you were about the sudden twist, trying for an apologetic smile once he realized what he had done. “Y/N-”
“Asshole,” you hissed, slapping your hands against his chest even though he didn’t even flinch.
“What?” he laughed, like it was just a big joke, trying again for another kiss which you denied him with a pout.
“Do I not get to cum?”
“I’ll get you there,” he reassured you with a gentle brush of his nose across the brim of your own. “Can I eat you out?”
You paused, knowing that he was trying to get himself back on your good side. “Yeah,” you grumbled. “Since you totally bailed on me.”
Changbin smirked, leaning back on his knees to remove the condom, tying it off before tossing it in the direction of the trashcan. You flinched when it missed and dropped into the floor. “Changbin! You can’t just leave that-”
You broke off with a moan, legs shaking after he stuffed two fingers inside your cunt to force you to stop talking. “I’ll take care of it,” he said, eyes bright with mischief as he lowered himself between your thighs, drawing out his fingers to replace them with his sinful tongue, and you reclined your head back against the pillows, reaching down to wrap your fingers through his hair to enjoy the ride.
The weather was gorgeous when you woke-up the next morning, and you invited Changbin on a walk outside to enjoy the sunshine before it started to get cold again.
The two of you walked hand in hand down the boardwalk near the beach where you lived, swinging your limbs together like they were swirling on top of the ocean breeze.
You could already taste the salt on your tongue, pulling Changbin to a stop next to your favorite ice cream truck. There were very few things in the world that could tempt you more than ice cream. And you could never say no to a chocolate cone with sprinkles, finding a nice place to sit on the beach with your towel sprawled out along the sand.
“You’re being messy,” Changbin scolded you, holding out a napkin which you took but didn’t use.
Even as you began to notice that your ice cream was dripping down your hand, and you opened your mouth to swipe your tongue across the little trail.
Changbin snorted, reaching over to flick you on the forehead. “Hey!”
“Quit being gross,” he chastised you.
“Do you want me to waste it?” you asked, incredulous that he could even suggest doing something like that.
“I’ll buy you another,” he said - like throwing out money was fun for him.
You ignored the suggestion, finishing your cone and making sure to lick each of your fingers, smirking at Changbin’s grimace. “You wanna walk in the water with me?” you asked him. “We won’t be able to come here as much in the winter.”
“Sure,” he agreed, standing up to offer you a hand, pulling you up like you were a rag doll who weighed nothing.
“You’re way too strong,” you remarked, grinning as you leaned in closer to squeeze at his biceps, feeling them move as he folded the towel. “I think your tits are as big as mine.”
Changbin laughed at the comment, tossing the towel over his shoulder as he reached down to grab your hand. He insisted on it for whatever reason - holding hands with you whenever you went anywhere together.
“You know Chan is having a little party at his beach house,” Changbin said, giving you one of his soft smiles when you squealed at the coldness of the ocean touching your skin.
“I didn’t know you wanted to go,” you said, surprised that he was bringing it up again when you had both mutually agreed that you didn’t want to hang out with Chan’s visiting in-laws.
“Maybe for a little while,” Changbin suggested, and you shrugged since you didn’t have better plans, and Chan’s house was close to where you lived, right on the ocean since his parents had given him the property as an inheritance.
“Sure,” you agreed, taking his outstretched hand and letting him lead you back to the car.
It was only a short drive down the road, but you still groaned when you spotted the guests spilling out of Chan’s house into the front and back yard. “He did say he invited a lot of people,” Changbin remarked, driving further down to find a parking spot.
“It’s just a baby shower,” you grumbled, sighing out loud to let Changbin know that you didn’t like this one bit.
“We won’t stay long,” he reminded you, and you resisted the urge to press Changbin because you couldn’t quite understand why he was so determined. After all, neither of you liked big crowds, and from the looks of things, you would be fighting against the other guests to even get inside.
“Does he even know we’re here?” you asked, climbing up the front porch steps to grimace at the passing people sliding in and out the door.
“I texted him,” Changbin said, appearing unbothered by the packed living room, skirting around the other guests engaged in lively conversations.
You frowned at the stack of gifts on the table in the kitchen. “He only invited this many people for more free shit.”
Changbin chuckled at your comment, reaching for the sliding glass door that re-opened to Chan’s outdoor pool. Why he needed one when the ocean was literally 12 feet away was another matter altogether.
“There he is,” Changbin remarked, and the two of you made your way over to Chan who smiled even brighter when he noticed your appearances, dodging around two older couples who seemed to be talking his ears off.
“Changbin!” Chan shouted, rushing to catch up to you both, tossing an arm around each pair of shoulders. “I can’t believe you guys came.”
“Neither can I,” you muttered, watching Chan seamlessly insert himself between you, effectively catching Changbin’s full attention. Leaving you to grumble at the side as they walked over to a set of empty lounge chairs next to the pool.
It wasn’t that you disliked Chan; rather, the main problem stemmed from the fact that he was married. Chan had a wife and one of those 9 to 5 jobs that made you feel the monotony of adult life. Chan was about to have a kid - an actual human being. From the guy who used to sleep with a new girl every week when you went to college together. In fact, you and Changbin used to maintain a chart to track all of Chan’s girlfriends, and you even hung the sign on his apartment bedroom door as a reminder to any future conquests.
You let out a huff when you sat down, watching Changbin laugh at something Chan said before your host was turning around at the sound of his name. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised before rushing away, leaving you alone with Changbin again as he ambled closer.
Your previous frustrations melted into nothing when Changbin started to remove his t-shirt and shorts, revealing very little on underneath. This was the part where you choked on nothing, taking a long look at Changbin’s gorgeous body. “Those trunks are short,” you remarked, watching them ride up high around his thighs.
“Yeah?” Changbin was smirking because he knew that you were staring, and he was a sucker for attention.
Especially yours.
You swallowed hard at the reaction, reaching over for the bottle of water that you had grabbed from the kitchen to drink away your sinful longing for him.
“Help me out?” he asked with a pout, holding out a bottle of suntan lotion as if you could ever refuse the opportunity to grope his muscles.
“Sure,” you said, feigning indifference as you helped him sit down on one of the lounge chairs before straddling him from behind, letting your legs jut out on either side of him.
Immediately, you were squeezing a huge glob of lotion onto your hand, rubbing it between your fingers to warm it up so that it wasn’t so cold when it met Changbin’s skin.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, voice muffled from where he had his chin perched atop his folded hands.
Sure,” you grumbled around a barely-concealed smile, digging your fingers into his gorgeous skin.
You could tell that he was enjoying the impromptu massage, and a bigger smile slid across your lips as you reached under him.
“What are you-” he broke off with a gasp, turning around to offer a glare as you rolled your thumb across his nipple. “Funny, is it?”
“I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think so,” you said, ignoring his scoff as you kept massaging the lotion into his skin.
For whatever reason, Changbin had inherited a loud mouth with a propensity for landing you both in trouble. You learned this fairly quick into whatever you wanted to call your arrangement. Maybe he had just figured out that any noise he made - whether it was a spoken word or muffled moans - always unhinged you in the best way possible.
Maybe it was gravel rough edge to his voice - the thick resonance as he practically purred around each syllable.
Maybe it was those stupid groans and grunts that you had grown quite adept at recalling to your brain during quick, late-night masturbation sessions alone. The ones he made when he was working out his arms in the gym, or working you over in bed.
“It sounds like you’re enjoying this too much,” you remarked, digging your thumbs into the divots at his hips.
“Feels good,” he slurred.
“Remember that time when we went to the public bathhouse?”
Changbin tensed under you. “Why?”
“I dunno,” you grinned. “You sound like that again.”
“Like what?”
“Like when I jerked you off in the shower.” You chuckled at the hitch in his breathing, leaning down to pant against his ear. “I think you might be into exhibition or something.”
“Shut up,” Changbin grumbled, shuffling his way out from under you, and re-adjusting his half-hard cock tenting his bathing suit.
“Should we ask Chan if we can borrow his bathroom?”
Changbin’s pupils had dilated to obscure the whites of his eyes, and he looked ready to take you up on that proposition, when a shadow fell over your hunched-over figures. “Changbin!”
“Hey, Chan,” Changbin smirked like he had totally forgotten your existence, resuming a seated position as the lust rapidly drained from his expression, replaced with something far friendlier.
Stupid Chan and his poor timing.
“Mind if I sit down?” Chan asked. “I’m so glad you could come. I have something to show you.”
You rolled your eyes when Chan nearly tripped over one of the beach chairs, plopping down next to Changbin and ignoring you as you drew your legs closer to yourself. “Look at this,” he said, revealing a large envelope which he opened with a giggle. “Our Ultrasound scans.”
“Really?” Changbin seemed to perk up at the information, suddenly giving Chan all of his attention as his friend gushed over blurry images of black shadows and gray pixelation.
“You can see them, right?” Chan asked, and Changbin nodded - even though you were certain there was nothing to be seen.
“I love it, man,” Changbin said, and he was studying the little picture of gray blobs like they meant something.
“The head is right there,” Chan giggled, pointing at a darker smudge and you swore that Changbin’s eyes grew even wider.
“You can see all that?” you suddenly interjected, drawing both sets of eyes to your rather unimpressed outline.
“Of course!” Chan argued, and he seemed affronted that you could suggest otherwise.
“Uh-huh.”
“What?” Chan shoved the scans at your face as if an up-close and personal angle of the distorted shapes was supposed to change your mind. “Use your imagination!”
You rolled your eyes at his antics. “Chan, I’m happy for you, okay?”
Chan scoffed, but acquiesced, returning the scans to their envelope as he launched into a huge schpiell about his wife and the apparent headaches that came with overbearing in-laws.
Even if you couldn’t care less about the finer details of pregnancy hormones, Changbin seemed unusually captivated by Chan’s words, and you pouted to yourself for the rest of your time together, wondering what Changbin could possibly find interesting about domestic anything.
“I’ll see ya later, yeah?” Chan called out to you both when you ran out of patience and begged Changbin to take you home. “For the gender reveal party?”
“Absolutely!” Changbin replied, and you resisted the urge to sigh.
That night, Changbin insisted on fucking you without a condom.
Normally, you didn’t have a problem taking him without a condom because you were on good birth control. And you thought that it felt nice that you could feel him without latex to rub against your insides.
But it was often a rare occasion because neither you nor Changbin liked having to the deal with the mess. Yet, after returning from the party, Changbin suddenly seemed more than eager to go at it again, and you had barely removed your shorts when he had you pinned against the bed, kissing you like he was trying to steal the breath from your body.
“Woah, there!” you chuckled against his lips, watching him through lidded eyes as he started taking off your clothes.
“Need you naked,” Changbin grumbled, eyes falling to examine every inch of skin while you barely succeeded in getting off his t-shirt.
“Why are you going so fast?” you grumbled, whining when he stood up to remove his jeans and boxers, giving you only a heart-stopping second to appreciate his body before he was over you again, lips wet and messy as they moved against yours.
“Changbin-” you tried again, but broke off with a moan when one of his hands moved between your legs.
You weren’t even wet enough when he drew his fingers to his lips, bringing them down to force your thighs apart and work you open. There was an impatience to his movements, and you let your head fall back against the bed as you tried to find pleasure from the calloused ends of his fingertips pressing against your insides.
“You’re so pretty like this, Y/N,” he grunted in that coated, lust-filled tone that had your stomach twisting in somersaults.
“Binnie,” you moaned, breath hitching on a choked noise when his bulky form eclipsed your own, covering you from head-to-toe as his free hand took ahold of his erection.
His cock replaced his fingers before you even had time to process the change, back arching from the bed at the abrupt pressure of his erect length parting your folds to accommodate his size.
You could feel his short breaths against your face, heat flowing from him in waves as he moved his hips. The mere sounds of his husky growls at your ear were enough to send you diving from the edge of the cliff, and when you shifted downward, you gasped when he started jabbing at your g-spot, thrusting into you over and over again like it was the last time he would ever have the pleasure of seeing you so open for him.
“Changbin,” you sighed, eyelids fluttering as you held onto his shoulders, giving in to his demanding pace and letting him use you as he wanted.
It seemed like no time had passed at all when he came inside you with a groan, and then he pulled back to split your legs apart and watch as his cum dripped down the inside of your thighs.
He didn’t say anything during those heavy seconds. Only wrinkled his brow and used his thumb to push his cum back into your sore cunt, ignoring how you winced from oversensitivity.
You shivered at the dark look in his eyes, growing increasingly uncomfortable the longer he remained silent. Just staring down at you like he had discovered the meaning of pleasure all over again.
“Are you okay?” you asked to break the sudden tension.
Changbin exhaled slowly, broad shoulders rising and falling with the movement. “Yeah,” he said, even though he was hovering over you, eyes perusing every inch of your naked body as if seeing it for the first time.
“You’re being weird,” you complained, giving him a half-hearted push that drew his gaze to your own.
“Sorry,” he said, and you watched his throat bob as he drew in a deep breath, falling next to you on the mattress, only to immediately pull you into his arms.
“Changbin,” you complained. “We’re staining the sheets.”
“We’ll clean it later,” he insisted with a business-like tone that left little room for argument.
Like you were really in the right state of mind to argue when he had just fucked you within an inch of your life.
And you were almost on the precipice of sleep when you felt one of Changbin’s hands move down to your stomach, fingers splaying across your naked flesh.
You and Han Jisung were desk cubicle mates at work, and that meant you always had someone to drink coffee with at the little shop around the corner.
Despite your rocky start, when you were convinced that Jisung didn’t like you, there was a mutual respect blossoming - anchored down by your respective relationships with Changbin.
You had learned long ago that Jisung was Changbin’s best friend. They had known each other for their entire lives. Ever since they both started grade school together and Changbin stepped in as Jisung’s protector since Jisung always got himself in trouble with the older kids.
You always found the stories amusing, especially as you started to get to know Jisung more, studying his interactions with Changbin and seeing how starkly different they both were from one another. But it wasn’t a bad thing, and you had come to discover that they balanced each other well, given Jisung’s more introverted tendencies compared to Changbin’s outgoing nature.
In fact, Jisung was a lot like you, which made sense when you thought about how your interests often overlapped. It certainly helped explain why you were both working at the same company. In the creative department where you designed graphics and images for your clients.
Changbin thought your job was fucking cool, and he bragged about you all the time to anyone who would listen.
It always filled you with confidence, knowing that he was proud of you. Yet, you found yourself questioning just how well you thought you had Changbin figured out. Especially considering your strange lovemaking session from the night before.
“Do you think Changbin is acting weird?” you asked Jisung after you had settled down at your desk, shading around one of the characters you were working on for an assignment.
Jisung was also one of the few people who knew that you and Changbin were something more than just casual friends. He knew you lived together, shared a joint back account to pay bills, and fucked almost every night.
“I don’t think so,” Jisung said, frowning at his computer screen. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m not sure...” you trailed off, looking at Jisung with what surely resembled a quizzical expression. “He seemed really off last night.”
“In what way?”
“I don’t know,” you said, pursing your lips. “We went to Chan’s baby shower or whatever, and they started talking about kids and then Changbin...he didn’t seem like himself.”
You took a deep breath, glancing at Jisung for a reaction. But all you received in return was a nonchalant shrug. “I’m sure you can just talk to him about it. But he hasn’t said anything to me.”
“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding your head like he had just solved all of your problems. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
It wasn’t fine.
You could tell something was wrong. But you didn’t know how to bring it up.
Whenever you tried, the words seemed to get caught in your throat, leaving you back at square one.
Changbin, for his part, seemed just as off, but that didn’t stop you both from resorting to old habits whenever you were trying to dispel any lingering tension, and you came twice that night on his cock, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your skull with each angry thrust of his hips - like he was trying to take all of his frustrations out on your body.
It was good enough for you, dragging a cloth between your legs while Changbin caught his breath on the mattress next to you, and he didn’t even protest when you cuddled into his side, inhaling the stale scent of his cologne.
For a while afterward, you both laid there together in silence, caught in your own thoughts as his hand mindlessly traced patterns against your skin.
Your eyes had nearly shut from exhaustion when he finally disrupted whatever reverie you were both lost in, taking a deep breath when he posed an unexpected question:
“Do you hate kids?”
The question came from nowhere. One of your post-coital conversation starters. But you still felt unnerved.
You were lying across Changbin’s chest, listening to the steady pounding of his heart.
“No,” you said. “I don’t hate kids.”
“Oh.” Changbin cleared his throat. “I didn’t think you did.”
“Where did that come from?”
Your question was met with silent, and you could literally feel Changbin’s sigh as his chest rose up and down. “I’ve just been thinking,” he finally said. “About the future.”
“What about the future?”
Changbin’s frustration was palpable, and you were two seconds away from just telling him to get to the point. “You and me,” he said. “Is that not something you think about?”
You frowned at the question. “It’s you and me right now, isn’t it?”
Changbin huffed. “Y/N, you know that’s not what I meant.”
“Well, then tell me what you want!”
“More than just...friends with benefits or whatever,” Changbin nearly growled. “This...no strings attached thing....I feel like it doesn’t have enough permanence.”
“What? You wanna get married?”
“Do you not?”
You lifted your head from his chest, narrowing your eyes. “What’s wrong with what we have?” you asked. “It works, doesn’t it?”
Changbin didn’t respond, searching your gaze with that look he always gave you - like he could see right through you to your very soul. “Would you ever marry me, Y/N?” he asked, and you felt yourself growing increasingly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.
“You want all that?” you asked. “The Chan deal? Marriage, kids, overbearing in-laws-”
“Yeah,” he said, cutting you off. “I do want that.”
“Oh.” You turned your gaze down, feeling your skin sting with embarrassment. “You’ve never said anything before.”
“Because whenever I try to bring it up, you change the subject,” Changbin retorted, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you turned on your side away from him.
“That’s not true,” you said, even though your actions certainly suggested otherwise. “You’re just springing this on me out of nowhere-”
“It’s not out of nowhere,” Changbin snapped with more venom in his tone than you were expecting. “If you’ve even paid a single ounce of attention, then you’d realize that I’ve been more than obvious.”
“How so?”
“Like when I was the one who suggested we merge our bank accounts? Or how I was the one who asked you to move in with me?”
“That doesn’t equate to a lifetime commitment-”
“Everything I’ve done,” Changbin interrupted, yet again, and you swallowed down a biting retort. “Has been to try and get closer to you. But whenever I take a step forward, you’re pushing us two steps back.”
“Changbin,” you said, drawing out each syllable. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
“Yeah,” he said, with a tone you couldn’t quite discern. “So am I.”
The finality in his perfunctory sentence made you squirm in discomfort, feeling the bed sheets twist as he turned away from you, and you went to sleep that night without his warmth, without his touch, as though there were miles and miles of space separating your bodies.
The next morning, you woke-up without Changbin next to you.
His absence was noticeable, shivering from head-to-toe without his added warmth. There was a heavy hand circling your heart, and you tossed your feet over the side of the bed, sliding into a pair of sandals, as you slipped from the room to find him.
Despite the early morning hour, you had never felt more alert, and you knew that it had everything to do with Changbin.
The problem being that you never fought with Changbin. Not in the way you had last night. Which left you feeling uncertain.
You took a deep breath to settle your nerves, meandering through the apartment until you found Changbin in the kitchen. He was leaning over the counter, wearing jeans and a t-shirt like was ready to go somewhere.
It drug your attention to the object at his feet, and you studied him as he cleared his throat, trying to kick the duffel bag out of your sight.
“What’s that?” you immediately asked, placing your hands on your hips.
“Nothing,” Changbin grumbled, lifting his coffee to his lips once again.
“Really?” you pursed your lips, wondering why he was bothering to hide his intentions. “Are you going somewhere?”
Changbin sighed, caught in his lie. “I’m uh - I’m staying at Jisung’s tonight,” he said, reaching down to lift the bag onto the counter.
“Why?”
Changbin shook his head, lowering it back to the floor. “Y/N, I think I need some time to....consider our situation.”
“Our situation?” you repeated, stomach churning uncomfortably. “What the hell does that mean?”
He groaned, running a hand down the side of his face where there was a faint line of stubble.
Changbin needed to shave. “I don’t think we’re on the same page,” he explained. “We want different things, and maybe we shouldn’t be seeing each other anymore.”
“We’re not dating,” you harshly interjected, unable to stop the words until they were tumbling free - before your brain even had a chance to comprehend the severity of the statement.
But Changbin understood it well. “Exactly,” he snapped back. “I’m almost 30-years-old, Y/N. I want to settle down, and if I can’t do it with you, then I’m just wasting my time.”
Is that what he thought you were? A waste of his time? “What we have works-”
“For you,” he interrupted with a brisk tone - one that told you he was done messing around.
“Changbin...” you tried again, but he was already turning around, hand reaching out for the door.
“I’m tired, Y/N,” he admitted, and you watched a full-body sigh roll through down his shoulders, as if he couldn’t even bear to talk about it anymore.
“Binnie,” you whined. “I’m sorry.”
But you received no acknowledgment in return. Instead, you watched him leave, wrapping your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to calm your racing heart.
The sound of the door slamming was the punctuation mark on a shitty morning, and a snarl of frustration wracked its way through your system as you turned to anger to weed out any lingering pain and hurt that threatened to leave you nothing more than a shell.
You tried to distract your mind. You tried not to think about Changbin. The argument that you had and the harsh words that were trying to imprint themselves on your mind.
You were somewhat successful, turning to chores and daytime television to keep your mind from any topic that made you think of Changbin, and the rest of the weekend went by in a flash, leaving you feeling nothing but a strange emptiness when Monday rolled around when you least wanted it to come.
There was an exhaustion plaguing you that you felt all the way down to your bones - perhaps pent-up energy from the fight that needed to be expelled, or those nasty emotions that you had forced down because you didn’t feel like dealing with them.
Or, maybe it was just the aftermath of spending an entire weekend without Changbin. It wasn’t something you were used to after so many years together.
The silence has been unnerving.
There were no Saturday night MMA pay-per-views where you and Changbin snuggled together on the couch to yell at the TV. No Sunday night takeouts dinners where you played games in the kitchen before escaping to the bedroom to have sex until midnight rolled around.
In any case, you still forced yourself to go to work, settling in behind your desk, and trying to avoid Jisung as he eyeballed you from across the floor.
You figured that’s where Changbin would choose to go - to the one person who, unlike yourself, had always been a constant.
You didn’t have anyone like that...except for Changbin, but you were certain that you had burned that bridge without remorse.
“Changbin’s miserable,” Jisung informed you later on, sipping at his juice box while he watched you work with vague interest.
“Thanks for sharing,” you snorted. “He was the one who left.”
“Not because he wanted to,” Jisung said as if he was determined to get on your nerves.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” you asked, beyond frustrated with the situation, even if Jisung really didn’t have anything to do with it.
But it seemed like he was determined to give his opinion regardless.“Ya’ll need to work this out,” he said. “Nobody wins in situations like this.”
You knew he was right, but the thought of confronting Changbin again - to expose your innermost emotions and desires - had you curling up like a turtle seeking shelter inside his shell.
“Do you want to get some coffee for lunch?” Jisung suddenly asked, interrupting your disparaging thoughts.
“Sure,” you shrugged since you didn’t have anything better to do except return home to an empty apartment.
And such a reminder sent another pang through your heart, resisting the urge to sigh as you tried to refocus on your work.
It was drizzling outside when Jisung drug you by the sleeve of your raincoat across the road to the coffee shop.
“Slow down,” you whined, struggling to keep pace with him.
“Stop dragging your feet!” Jisung retorted, and you rolled your eyes at his impatient tone, letting out a little groan when a blast of heat from inside the coffee shop hit you like whiplash.
“Are you buying?” you grumbled, refusing to take your hands from your pockets to fish out your wallet as you shuffled behind Jisung who was walking away from the register. “We should order now! Before the line gets too-”
You broke off when a pair of patrons parted in front of you, revealing a direct path to your usual table at the back where your eyes locked with the startled brown ones that belonged to Changbin.
You could recognize them from anywhere, stumbling back and grabbing onto Jisung’s arm to pull him closer.
“You knew Changbin would be here,” you nearly growled, turning on Jisung so fast that he took another step backward.
“Yeah, obviously,” he huffed, reaching up to pull his fingers through his rain-soaked bangs. “This is the only way I could get either of your stubborn asses to talk things out.”
You knashed your teeth together, keeping your gaze trained on Jisung even as you could feel Changbin staring holes into your back. “I don’t have anything to say to him.”
“Right,” Jisung snorted, entirely unattractive, as he took you by the shoulders and forced you to turn around, practically pushing you through the crowd to where Changbin was sat. Looking entirely too good for someone just getting coffee.
You cleared your throat, anxiously rocking back and forth between your feet as Jisung smiled. “Funny running into you here, Changbin!”
Changbin frowned. “I told you I was coming.”
“Well,” Jisung continued as if intentionally ignoring Changbin’s comment. “Y/N was going on and on about how much she needed coffee-”
“-No I wasn’t-”
“-So here we are!” Jisung said, tossing up his hands as he smacked your shoulder, forcing you to take a seat across from Changbin who glanced at you through the faint trail of steam rising from his mug. “I did forgot something back at the office, so if you’ll just excuse me...”
“Jisung!” you snarled, fuming on the inside when the younger took off for the front entrance, racing through the door to brave the torrential elements outside.
“He’s not coming back,” Changbin said, lifting his mug to his lips to take a sip.
You watched, distracted, as his Adam’s apple bobbed with the motion. “I know,” you agreed, willing yourself to calm down even though the mere sight of Changbin was driving you up the wall.
“Do you want anything?” Changbin asked, even as he made no attempt to get up.
“I’m good,” you said, pressing yourself back into the booth.
He nodded, and an awkward silence descended between you both - something heavy and unmoving, and you weren’t used to this kind of thing with Changbin. Under normal circumstances, you never ran out of things to talk about. But you wouldn’t consider this meeting normal.
In fact, even the air between you both felt weighted with something - a potential to change the entire dynamic that you shared with Changbin.
Your breath hitched at the idea of such a change, frightened of the unknown of that next step. “So...” you started, catching his attention as he raised one brow. “Do you wanna talk about what happened the other night?”
Changbin snorted, and you deflated a little, wondering if it had been the wrong choice of words. “What happened?” he repeated. “You made it clear that you don’t think we’re anything more than fucking roommates, Y/N.”
You winced, scratching at your arm where it felt like the comment had physically stung you. “That’s not what I meant, Bin.”
“Then tell me,” Changbin said, leaning in across the table. “Because I’m losing my mind, Y/N. Just fucking tell me. What do I mean to you? Does our relationship even matter?”
“Of course it matters!” you immediately protested, and he seemed to relax when you responded without hesitation. “I just - I’ve never been this serious with someone before and I don’t know how it works.”
“How what works?”
‘Uh...” you trailed off, anxiously searching for the best way to express your feelings. They were a muddle of contradictions, and it was difficult to navigate such uncertainty. “Co-habitation?”
“Roommates,” Changbin dead-panned, and you sighed in frustration.
Wrong choice again. “I meant, I don’t know to live with someone in a way that involves more than just sharing a living space,” you said, searching his expression. “Changbin, you aren’t just a roommate to me.”
“But I’m not a boyfriend either,” he pointed out. “I told you before, Y/N, I can’t just be someone insignificant.”
“You aren’t!” you said. “Really, Changbin. You mean so much to me. I guess I just have a really bad way of expressing that...” You groaned, resisting the urge to slam your head down against the table. “I don’t know why it’s hard for me to just call you what you are, okay? Maybe it’s because my parents failed at this and forced me to move back and forth between schools for my entire childhood! Maybe it’s because I haven’t done anything like this before, or maybe it has something to do with that cynical part of me that fears this good thing between us can get so serious that it just...all falls away and I’m left with nothing.”
Changbin’s expression softened, and you took a deep breath as a brief moment of reflective quiet passed between you both. “You should’ve told me.”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “But I didn’t know how.”
How could you? You had no good examples to learn from, and there had always been a part of you that feared such dependence on another person. How do you navigate that? To have both dependence and independence...to become interdependent and work with another person?
“You won’t lose me because we attach a label to what we have,” Changbin said, and you inwardly groaned because it sounded so obvious when he put it like that and there really wasn’t a rational explanation for the way you felt.
“I - uh...” you trailed off, searching Changbin’s unrelenting gaze. “I’m really sorry, Changbin. For everything that I said.”
Changbin nodded, fingernails scraping against the side of his drink. “Do you want it though?” he asked, looking at you with an expression that exposed all those vulnerabilities that he wore with his heart on his sleeve. “I just - I need more from you, Y/N, and I don’t think it’s selfish for me to want us to be something more.”
“I know,” you agreed, and you reached across the table, taking his hand in your own. “I really need you,” you admitted. “And for most of my life, I haven’t ever needed anyone.”
He perked up at that, looking back and forth between your eyes. “Then let’s just try it, okay?” he asked. “We can ease into it, and we’ll talk it though so that neither of us feels confused.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” you said, squeezing his hand. “Even if I’m...lost sometimes...I know that I need you with me. That much is certain.”
The smile that you received in return was blinding. “You have me,” Changbin said with a tone that left no argument. “And I like you a lot, Y/N. I don’t want to leave.”
“Good,” you sighed, feeling a small weight lift from your shoulder. “Are we...good? For now, at least?”
“We’re good,” Changbin said.
“And you’re not mad at me anymore?” you asked, only to startle at the unexpected sound of his laughter.
“Let’s go home,” Changbin said with a familiar smirk that melted any remaining reservations about what he meant to you.
Changbin was a man on a mission when you walked back into your shared apartment, slamming the door and running your hands over his chest as he managed to lead you both to your bedroom.
You laughed as he pulled your clothes off, focused on leaving bruises on his neck for everyone to see.
“Lay on the bed,” Changbin groaned, hissing at the sting of your teeth as you obeyed, falling back on the mattress and spreading your legs.
“Come here,” you purred with a crook of your fingers, and Changbin was right there, holding himself over you on his forearms as he connected your lips for what felt like the dozenth time that night.
You hummed in delight at the warm reminder of his powerful body hovering over your own, tongues tangling together as you exchanged a combination of oxygen and saliva. But it was everything you wanted and more, wrapping your hands around his neck to play with the strands of his hair.
“Let’s get married,” you whispered into your heated kiss.
“Yeah,” Changbin agreed, enthusiastically meeting each smack of your lips with loud grunts. “Whenever you want...”
“Tomorrow?” you teased, knowing that he would prefer a more formal ceremony, and you could see it in Changbin’s eyes when he pulled back.
“I’m giving you the biggest wedding we can afford...”
“Binnie,” you whined over his words, and despite his protest, you kept him close, leading one of his hands between your legs. “Let’s have a baby too.”
Changbin growled at your suggestion, fingers teasing the already dripping folds of your cunt. “You’re pushing your luck tonight...”
“Maybe not right now,” you agreed with a teasing smirk. “But I’m open to it....whenever we’re both ready.”
“You know I’d love nothing more,” Changbin said, matching your smirk with a warm smile, leading you into a softer kiss as you allowed a moment to simply indulge in the sensation of his familiar presence.
“It’s still fun to pretend,” you eventually said, breaking contact again to push playfully against his shoulder - giving you enough space to prop yourself up against the pillows.
“Pretend?” Changbin questioned, almost absent-mindedly, as he watched you with an intense stare, eyes trailing your hands as they slowly slid your panties down your legs.
“Yeah, pretend,” you purred, toeing your panties into the floor as you spread your legs wide for him.
“Y/N...”
“Are you gonna knock me up or what?” you interrupted him, dipping your fingers through the juices slipping down your legs.
Changbin swallowed hard. Looking between your legs with an intense longing. He was touching himself through the thin material of his sweatpants - the last remaining barrier of clothing keeping you both apart.
“Isn’t that what you really want?” you asked, raising one brow as you savored the power you held over him.
How had you never noticed before? The total adoration and longing that weighed his gaze with such intensity that you felt a shiver crawl down your spine.
Changbin nodded in response to your question, and it was so fast that you almost laughed. It was just teasing after all, since you were still on birth control, and you could see the shine of the condom packet between his fingers.
“Kiss me again,” you demanded, and Changbin indulged you, taking the lead in a heated kiss that you could feel all the way down to your toes. “Fuck a baby into me, Changbin.”
His next moan was positively pornagraphic, gripping your hips between his hands to turn you over onto your hands and knees, caging you in from behind with his thick thighs on either side of your body. “This is the position you prefer, right, baby?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, letting your head fall to the mattress when he guided the head of his cock to your slick opening, splitting you apart inch by inch to let you feel each ridge rub against your insides.
“Tell me again,” he hummed next to your ear, pulling out just as slowly to leave only the tip.
“Tell you what?” you whimpered, unable to grind yourself back on his cock with his hands holding you in place.
“Y/N,” he growled, nipping at your ear. “Do you want me to fuck a baby into you?”
You moaned at the question. “Please, Changbin!” you cried. “Fuck a baby into me!”
The resounding exclamation was the sharp point needed to snap whatever constraint he was using to keep his movements controlled. After that, you were a goner, unable to do anything more than fight to keep the strength in your upper arms while Changbin kept good on his promise to fuck you past the point of comprehension.
“You’re so good for me, Y/N,” Changbin grunted, pressing down against your spine to force your back onto a deeper arch, allowing him to hit that pleasurable spot that had you seeing stars at the edge of your vision. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Changbin,” you sniffled, digging your fingers into the soft sheets, feeling your knees scuff against the force of your boyfriend pushing and pulling you up and down the rough bedding.
“You’ll look so beautiful,” he went on, hips slapping harder against your ass. “When it finally takes.”
You gasped at his words, feeling one of his hands move down to cover the soft swell of your stomach and you could picture it clearly inside your head: seeing your belly rounded with the promise of life.
“Please,” you begged, even though you weren’t even sure what you were begging for anymore.
Maybe it didn’t even matter. All your brain could focus on was the delicious friction of his cock fucking you with deep, sensual grinds, tensing when the hand on your stomach fell lower to dig tight circles against your clit.
“I can tell that you’re close,” Changbin said, tongue falling out to lick against the sweat on your neck. “Come for me, baby. Come for me so I can fill this tight pussy.”
You inhaled around a brutal thrust, and that was the end for you: unwinding one string at a time as Changbin ruthlessly fucked you through your orgasm, digging his nose into the back of your neck to dig his teeth into the skin there.
“Binnie,” you whined, hiccuping around each snap of his hips, falling further and further into your headspace when you felt Changbin groan and bury himself deep inside of you.
Even through the thin latex of the condom, you could feel the warmth of his cum as it pulsed from his cock. “Fuck,” Changbin cursed, taking a deep breath as he started to pull out.
“No!” you protested, reaching back to scratch your nails against his thigh. “Stay inside.”
Changbin grunted his agreement, allowing you to re-adjust your positions so that he was laying under you with most of your upper half supported on his chest. “Such a good girl,” he praised you, and you smiled in content, encouraging him to wrap his arms even tighter around you to keep you both connected in every possible way.
warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, switch!changbin, switch!reader, experimentalism, body worship, blindfolding (used on changbin), blow job, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, praise (m. and f. receiving), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
“mmmm, you look so pretty like this,” you murmur, scraping your fingers lightly up changbin’s sides. you love the way his abdominal muscles clench and jump at your touch.
you’re straddling his thick thighs, watching with rapt attention at how he reacts to your random touches. touches he can’t anticipate no matter how hard he tries because of the red scarf you have tied around his eyes.
he doesn’t respond, he simply gasps and moans and hisses while you continue to play with his body with your fingers and then your mouth. you love the way his hands flit about wildly, trying to find your skin without being able to see you.
kissing your way down this body, you take your time worshiping his muscular form with your mouth. you pay attention to each and every part, complimenting him on his hard work, moaning at the feeling of his firm muscles beneath your tongue. finally you reach his waist and skip down to his thighs, skipping over the part that’s already rock hard and throbbing for you.
you slowly work your way up his leg, sucking and biting on his muscled flesh before pulling away again just before you reach his aching dick, smirking when he curses at the loss of contact.
then, without warning, you swipe your tongue lightly up his length, and he bucks his hips up towards you, not expecting the intense sensation of your warm mouth. you pull away yet again, not giving him the pleasure he so clearly wants. smiling to yourself, you move to the other side, kissing and licking your way up his thigh until you reach his cock once more. this time you give him what he wants, taking him between your lips and sinking your mouth slowly around him.
he gasps at the feeling, hands coming up blindly to thread through your hair, gently guiding your movements as you start to bob back and forth on his dick. after a few moments, you back off once again, not able to wait any longer to feel him.
you scoot up his body until you’re centered just above him. lowering yourself slowly and rocking your hips, you moan at the feeling of your soaking pussy gliding along him. he groans loudly at the sensation, and you feel the vibration rumble through your body. you grind on him for a minute or two, coating his dick in your juices before rising up on your knees just enough to move him before sinking down onto his cock.
you cry out as he finally fills you, hands dropping to his chest to stabilize yourself. your movements start out slow, but quickly gather speed as you become desperate, thrusting yourself up on and down on him, needing to feel him everywhere. his hands move to grip your hips, and he fucks up into you while you come down on him, meeting you hard in the middle with every thrust.
you grab one of his hands from your hips and guide it to your core, desperate for more. he complies immediately, circling your clit with his thumb and causing you to moan his name. you start grinding down on his cock harder, using him to chase your orgasm.
“oh fuck, binnie, yes! fuck fuck fuck!” you feel your high rapidly approaching, and you know it won’t take much more for you to shatter around him. except for just as you’re about to topple over the edge, his thumb leaves your clit.
“oh fuck this,” changbin growls while ripping off the blindfold. you barely have time to blink before you find yourself suddenly underneath him, your impending release disappearing.
“binnie,” you whine in protest. “what was that for?”
he doesn’t respond for a moment while he grips his throbbing cock and lines himself up before thrusting back into you.
“stupid fucking scarf," he grumbles while beginning to rail you into the mattress at an unforgiving pace.
“what?” you manage to say between moans, genuine curiosity in your tone. “not a fan of being blindfolded?”
he slows down enough to respond, but keeps the intensity, sinking himself fully into you with every stroke. “no," he bites out between thrusts. “need to be able to see my pretty girl fall apart for me. need to be able to watch the way you cum around my cock.”
“oh god,” your eyes practically roll back at his words and a fresh wave of arousal floods your pussy. you clench around his dick, and he hisses at the sensation of you gripping him so perfectly.
his hands slip beneath you, grabbing onto your thighs and bringing you with him when he sits up on his knees. you grip his shoulders, feeling his strong muscles ripple beneath your hands as he continues to fuck you, supporting all of your weight while he does.
this new angle has him hitting that spot deep inside of you just right, and you feel yourself quickly climbing towards release once again. he shifts your weight into one arm, snaking the other one up between you two to play with your clit. you cry out as he toys with you, chanting his name like a mantra as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.
when he leans down to bite your collarbone, teeth scraping across your skin in an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure, you explode without warning.
“that’s my good, pretty girl,” he says before gritting his teeth to keep from cumming when he feels you clench around him. he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, making sure every thrust amplifies your release until it absolutely consumes you.
you’re not even sure if the curses and moans pouring from your lips are even coherent anymore as wave after wave of white hot pleasure courses through your body. finally, when all that’s left of your orgasm are a few aftershocks rippling through you, changbin picks up his pace, his thrusts turning erratic. he grunts and curses your name while he cums, and you revel in the sensation of him pulsing inside of you.
after coming down from his own high, he settles you gently back down onto the bed before pulling out and flopping next to you on his back. both of you are panting hard, still recovering from the intensity of what just happened. you replay the events over in your head, and you can’t help but chuckle as you remember his outburst.
“what?” he asks, arm draped over his eyes while his chest heaves, still trying to catch his breath.
“so,” you say coyly while rolling onto your side to look at him. “i’m going to assume it’s safe to say that blindfolds are a hard no for you?”
he lifts his arm slightly to shoot you a look out of the corner of his eyes, a playful grin pulling at his lips. “for me? most definitely a no. i thought i would enjoy the sensory deprivation aspect of it, but turns out i really hate not being able to watch you.”
“oh i noticed,” you giggle while poking his side.
“but,” he continues, gripping both your wrists in one of his hands and using them to drag you even closer to him. he brings his mouth to the shell of your ear and whispers every so lightly, his breath skating across your skin and causing you to shiver. “that doesn’t mean that i don’t want to try it out on you.”
Seo Changbin has a bit of an odd life. He finds himself waiting quite a lot. Especially when he’s faced with Shin Ryujin, a shy woman with a love for bomber jackets and her eccentric group of friends who always seem to find a way to put her in strange situations.
But Changbin finds himself realising that there’s nothing that makes him wait more than love when he tries to get closer to Ryujin, who’s still struggling to find herself but also can’t seem to resist his advances.
Publish date of full fic: 5th August
Full fic details
Word count: 37k
Genre: Romance | Fluff | Angst | Slice of Life | Bittersweet | College AU
Tags + Warnings: Mentions of blood | Mentions of corpses | Past gang involvement | Violence | Marijuana usage | Alcohol usage | Themes of sexuality/asexuality | A bit of insecurity surrounding the topic of that
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Adventures of Campus Masterlist
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“You guys want to get started on another one?” Jisung suggests, lollipop stuck in between his lips as he sits on the swivel chair sideways, legs dangling off of the armrest of one of them and his head hanging off of the other. His nonchalance seems to rub off on his friends from how calm and chill Jisung can get; the first example being how he’s currently sitting on the chair while he chews on a lollipop.
Yes.
Chews.
“Eh, what’s the harm in that?” Raisha shrugs from the couch with her bass in her lap. She’s been playing it to herself the past few hours while the guys busy themselves with lyrics and the actual mastering of the music. Well, it’s actually just Chan that’s mastering the track while Changbin writes lyrics. Jisung is lazing away in his chair and throwing suggestions left and right or picking up his guitar to play anything that he thinks fits the vibe of the track.
“Let’s actually get the lyrics done on this one before we move on to another song,” Chan chuckles.
“Changbin, how far into the lyrics are you?” Jisung asks as he allows his chair to turn to face him.
“Not that far,” he sighs. “I don’t know what else to write. Nothing’s coming to mind when I listen to this track.”
“Then write about that,” he shrugs.
A moment passes before the both of them suddenly shoot upright and stare at each other with bright eyes.
“An idea!” they yell at the same time.
“You’re a genius!” Changbin laughs excitedly as he starts scribbling down lyrics onto the page. Jisung grabs his own notebook as well, finally sitting in his chair properly, and writes down his own lyrics. Chan seems to have his own spark of inspiration from seeing the two of them while Raisha watches in amusement.
“You guys really just bounce off of each other huh?” she chuckles. She only laughs more when they seem so immersed in writing lyrics that they don’t seem to have heard her and she returns her attention back to their bass to allow them the space to spew their creativity onto their notebooks.
Another half an hour passes and Jisung’s the first to shoot from his chair with his notebook, “I’m done!”
“You are actually sent by God,” Chan chuckles in disbelief as Jisung places the notebook on the table in front of him and he lets his eyes skim over it. “Run into the recording booth and let’s get it onto the track.”
“Yes sir!”
Changbin watches with a fake grimace on his face at how quickly Jisung has finished writing the lyrics, but it slowly fades into an, almost, proud smile. He isn’t entirely surprised since Jisung’s proven to be extremely fast when it comes to writing lyrics and he proved it the first time when Raisha dared him to fit a whole chocolate muffin the size of his fist into his mouth. Right after Jisung swallowed it, he wrote two verses and a new guitar riff in the span of half an hour.
He glances at Raisha who watches Jisung with a small smile on her face as Chan starts the recording and he starts rapping.
“He’s fucking amazing,” Changbin corrects her with a laugh. He leans back on his arms and watches the way the lyrics flow out of Jisung’s mouth so effortlessly, the sound flooding through the studio monitors on Chan’s desk.
“That’s perfect, Sung, thank you,” Chan praises when he pauses the track. “Get out here and give it a listen.” Jisung bounces in his spot for a moment before rushing out of the room.
But right before Chan starts the track, there’s a knock on the door that has all of them turning their heads.
“I’ll get it. You guys just keep working,” Changbin says and stands up off of the floor.
After Jisung’s sudden appearance, the idea of someone knocking on the door of the music room in the middle of the night stopped being so surprising.
Changbin opens the door and his eyes almost pop out of his skull when he’s faced with a woman who can’t be any older than Jisung. Her hair’s dyed dark blue and cut right above her shoulders as she looks at him with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her black bomber jacket.
Holy shit, she’s gorgeous.
“Is Raisha Lo here? One of my friends said that she’s usually in the music room at this hour.”
“It’s three a.m., but yeah,” he nods. “She’s in the recording room—c-come on in.” Changbin closes the door when she walks past him and he feels like he’s going to pass out when she smiles at him. Music floods through the corridor of the room as he brings her down and into the recording room. “Raisha,” he calls once Chan pauses the track and Jisung lets out a bashful giggle at another praise from him.
Raisha turns at the call of her name and she makes eye contact with the woman, eyes widening as she puts her bass down.
“Oh god, I completely forgot you were coming,” she blurts out. “Sorry, Ryujin.”
“It’s fine. I was actually considering cancelling because I was just at a party with one of my friends,” she claims politely, standing straight with her hands clasped in front of herself.
Chan and Jisung turn around to see who’s entered the room and they wave back at Ryujin when she waves smally at them.
“These are my friends; Chan, Changbin, and Jisung. We basically camp here every night, so you might just start camping here, too,” Raisha explains, laughing slightly when Ryujin smiles.
Changbin feels his heart starting to flutter in his chest when she sees the way her eyes crinkle at the corner and her cheeks lift in a way where it looks like she has whiskers.
Oh my god, she’s so cute.
He thinks his chest is going to fucking explode the longer he watches her. The back of her black bomber jacket has a red dragon printed along the width of it; starting at the sleeve of her left shoulder all the way to the right.
“Who’s this?” Jisung asks, his hand raising to point directly at her.
Which only earns a smack from Chan and a grumble about him being rude.
“This:” Raisha starts as she stands beside Ryujin, “is Shin Ryujin. She’s a first year and she’s taking one of the courses from the media school. I’m her music mentor.”
“Where’d you two meet? I didn’t realise we were doing mentors,” Chan claims as he looks between the two.
“Raisha’s friends with one of my seniors. He said that if I wanted a music mentor then to come to one of you guys and I figured she was the least intimidating out of all of you,” Ryujin shyly explains, voice soft in comparison to how loud her outfit is.
“Well, you came to the right place,” he smiles. “We’re actually in the middle of recording something for a song of ours. So, you can take over the jamming room if you want some privacy or you can choose a spot here and just hang out with us.”
She turns to Raisha with a questioning look but the bassist smiles and pats her back gently.
“What if we just spend tonight watching these guys work?”
“I’m alright with anything,” Ryujin claims.
“You wanna hear what we’re working on?” Jisung asks as he moves away from Chan for a moment. When she nods, he smacks Chan’s shoulder with the back of his hand.
“You ask me nicely or I’m going to throw you through the window, Ji,” he grumbles.
“Be nice,” Raisha snaps. He looks at her for a moment before pouting and turning back to the computer, grumbling something under his breath while trying to ignore Jisung’s smug smirk as Chan presses play on the track. “Come,” she quietly urges and pulls Ryujin to the couch where they both sit.
Changbin returns to his spot on the floor where he picks up his lyric book and runs through what he has now, bobbing his head along with the music as he mutters the words to himself as the music plays.
The music pauses after a moment and Changbin loses himself in his own bubble as he runs through the lyrics in his head, almost forgetting that Ryujin is now there, watching as Chan and Jisung start discussing what else to do with the track.
Ryujin’s attention shifts to Changbin and she watches the way he mutters the lyrics as though he’s reciting something. Raisha’s arm nudges hers slightly, “talk to him.” She turns to the older woman with wide eyes, but she only nods and smiles. “He looks scary, but he’s really just a softie on the inside.”
“He’s on the rugby team,” Ryujin whispers, intimidated even by the mere idea of approaching him.
“Yeah, because he likes rugby,” Raisha chuckles softly. “I promise, once you get to know him, he’s not as big and scary as he seems. Just give it a shot.”
Ryujin stares at her for a moment longer and takes a deep breath before nodding. She’s not sure what she’s supposed to be doing here anyway—Ryujin’s just here because she thought Raisha was sweet the first time they met and she wanted to get to know her more. Also, she’s genuinely interested in what she has to offer in terms of music, so she thought she’d give Raisha a chance.
Changbin doesn’t even notice when Ryujin slides off of the couch to sit beside him, her hand hovering over his shoulder before she pulls it away and leans closer instead.
“What are you working on?” Her voice practically pops Changbin’s bubble and he almost short-circuits when he realises that Ryujin’s talking to him.
“O-Oh, just some lyrics,” he says while clearing his throat. “We’re trying something… about having a major creative block… because we all had a creative block. But if you give Jisung any topic, he’ll come up with lyrics or a melody right after he eats something sweet; it’s a thing for him.”
“Ah,” she hums.
“Do you… want to see what I have so far?” Changbin offers as he lifts his notebook slightly. Ryujin’s eyes lighten a bit and it sends his heart through the roof.
“Sure,” Ryujin nods and leans slightly closer to read his notebook. Raisha purses her lips together when she smiles, standing from the couch to approach Chan and Jisung once she’s certain that Changbin and Ryujin are too preoccupied to notice.
“Look,” she whispers, leaning down to Chan’s ear so that both of them can hear her. All three of them turn around to see the way Changbin’s bubble seems to have formed once again, only this time, Ryujin is in it as well.
“Woah,” Chan chuckles, leaning back in slight disbelief. “She’s burst his bubble.”
“No, no,” Jisung shakes his head. “I think she’s in his bubble.”
“They’re kinda cute together, don’t you think?” Raisha points out.
“Their styles look like they were made for each other.”
“And she reminds me of when Changbin first showed up here.”
Raisha smiles at the way Ryujin laughs at something that Changbin says softly, his eyes practically turning into hearts when he sees the way she reacts.
[10:18pm] Stepping into your boyfriend's house, you immediately spot him laying on the sofa with his cap pulled down his face. You can't help but giggle quietly to yourself at the way Changbin’s large arms are wrapped around the tiny plushie you bought him a while ago, the size contrast comical. Creeping over to him, you drop your jacket to the floor before gently prying the plushie away from his strong grip. Then you crawl in between his legs, replacing the space from his plushie with your body as wrap your arms around his waist. You let out a contented smile as your tired body finally sinks into comfort, Changbin’s body your own personal heater that sends waves of warmth through your body. Just as you get comfortable with your head nestled in the crook of his neck, Changbin wakes up and looks down at you in surprise; his sleepy face breaks into a grin and he tugs at your hair in a teasing way before he slides his muscular arms around your body, holding you close to him, his plushie long forgotten on the floor.
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