Changbin having a crush on you would be so painfully obvious😭 he's not even scared that you'd find out, he actually wants you to notice him. Would also try to impress you so hard all the time
"For God's sake stop flexing, they are not even seeing." Seungmin complained for the tenth time just that evening
Loved the head canon you did for svt Vernon. Could I request one with stray kids changbin please?: Dating Changbin but you’re also an idol’ headcanon 🙏🏻💜
Of course
Changbin is the type of person that wants his love life and work-life far away from each other
He never thought he would date a fellow idol, no matter another man, but it gave certain advantages
Dates at the dorm and studio became quite common
Little picnic dates on the hardwood floors of studios, or coming over to the dorms for a tired dinner that left you even more tired but happy
It takes a lot for Changbin, for work friends to become real friends and go out of his way for that person
He could tell when something was starting with (Y/n), it was different from his members
Changbin saw the power he held on stage and the way he held himself
He saw (Y/n) walking around the JYP building, at such a point in time that Changbin and Chan were leaving to collapse anywhere near their bed
(Y/n) was standing by the coffee maker, his eyes lingered longer than what he thought was normal but sleep was still calling him
In his own bed, he couldn't stop thinking about the other idol
Changbin took his phone, panicking when the screen was too bright, took a pair of earbuds and started googling (Y/n)
It was a slow but mutual pining
The glances at award shows, then seeing the other in the studio
Most of the makeup was rubbed off but each of their eyes was the same
Now some relationship hc
Changbin loves cuddling but couldn't do it when sleeping
Little naps were okay but his favorite would be studio cuddles
He likes (Y/n)'s studio more because he got this big desk chair that they could both sit-in
Neither would want to go out for some food so they trade off turns
Changbin would be very shy about introducing his boyfriend to his friends
They had all noticed the change in him but when Changbin said that they all knew him
It started a two-day-long debate until Changbin would say that they could meet his boyfriend over dinner
Meeting out in public wasn't an option so the Stray Kids dorm was ideal
The members cooked and didn't burn anything
Changbin would be right by the door, he wanted to warn (Y/n)
The members were shocked but got over it quickly when (Y/n) brought some food that Changbin said that they liked
Also, I feel like this should be talked about
Changbin is the type to like being called baby, jagi, bini, or anything cute
But he doesn't give many names out, little ones like babe or a play on his boyfriend's name
Bini likes to feel small and protected and his boyfriend calling him a love name is part of the feeling of saying you belong to someone
Drabble for changbin where he takes y/k on their second date together, and they go to a carnival and go on the Farris wheel where they have their first kiss 🥺💞 then as they walk back to the car y/k gets cold so binnie gives him his jacket (male reader please) (I love your writing) ☺️
Prompt: Carnival date, ferris wheel kiss and jacket sharing
Word Count: 700 words
Pairing: Seo Changbin x Male!Reader
Group: Stray Kids
Genre: Fluff
A/N: It is a little short but I hope you like it anonie💖
y/n smiled lightly leaning against Changbin as they waited in line for their turn to ride the ferris wheel.
Changbin smiled watching the younger male, the cold wind had turned the tip of his nose red and his cheeks were flushed. Changbin had never seen the younger like that, there was a sparkle in his eyes and his smile hadn’t faltered since they had got in line for the ferris wheel.
This was going to mark the end of their first official date and Changbin was jittery and excited. He kept on shivering and he was pretty sure it wasn’t because of the cold.
When they had climbed into the small open ferris wheel cart y/n sat next to him their bodies pressed together and their fingers intertwined.
They sat in silence until they had made it a distance into the sky.
“you know, I’m expecting you to kiss me when we get to the top, right?” Changbin startled, he had been observing the carnival as it got farther and farther away, now he turned to look at y/n.
“I mean I was thinking of it, I just didn’t want to do it in case it made you uncomfortable.” Changbin replied after a minute of shocked silence.
y/n laughed, airy and carefree, “Well this is me telling you that it is more than okay.”
Changbin nodded, he could feel a blush crawling its way up his neck, when he looked away from y/n’s smile he could see that they were almost at the top.
He wasn’t sure where all the nerves came from, he had been so excited for this before but now that y/n had assured him it was fine and it wasn’t just an idea in his head he could feel the anxiety eating away his confidence.
When they did get to the top of the Ferris wheel came to a gentle stop, a look down showed people climbing off one of the carts, Changbin looked at y/n who was smiling at him.
There was no pressure, just a silent expectation, a wish that Changbin was going to grant.
Changbin smiled as well, he pulled his hand away from y/n’s and placed it on the others cheek.
He leaned forward and kissed him, chaste and soft, barely the brush of lips against lips.
He moved to pull away but y/n’s hand moved to the back of his head and he was pulled bag in, deeper this time, more desperate, the moment y/n pulled away Changbin wanted to cry in protest.
When he looked at the younger, the sparkle in his eyes was still there and his smile ever present had changed into a satisfied one, the smile of a man who tasted gold and wanted to keep it all to himself.
It made Changbin feel like he was the most precious person in the entire world.
They sat in silence after that, their fingers intertwined once again and their hearts filled to satisfaction, they had drifted closer together at this point, y/n glued to changbin’s side, head on Changbin’s shoulder.
When they disembarked Changbin let go of y/n’s hand, it could not have been more than a few seconds but the younger latched onto him the second they were in more open space.
y/n’s pout was childish, Changbin laughed, it made y/n pout more and Changbin laughed more.
y/n was joking about something while they walked, headed for the car to go home.
They stopped walking for a second when a strong gust of wind blew across the parking lot, Changbin felt y/n shiver next to him.
Carefully pulling his hand out of y/n’s Changbin slipped of his jacket, he placed it on y/n’s shoulders with a light blush dusting his cheeks.
“Thank you.” y/n was looking at him the same way he’d looked at him after they kissed it made Changbin feel special and amazing all over again.
Changbin nodded and turned away the light blush growing into a searing hot rush of blood.
y/n took Changbin’s hand again and they continued walking in silence, Changbin could still see the happy smile on y/n’s face.
This date was the best he had been on in his entire life.
The whisper in your ear had no effect on you, as you innocently continued ghosting your fingers over the bulge in Changbin’s pants, your actions hidden under the dinner table.
“Changbin, could you pass the salt?”
Just as your mom asked that, you squeezed, causing him to let out a choked groan.
Your dad raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay, son?”
“Oh yeah. I’m completely fine, Mr. L/n.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt his hand grab your wrist, moving it from his lap. His grip was tighter than usual, and you knew that you had really struck a nerve.
“So, honey. How long have the two of you been together? And is college life going well?”
You opened your mouth to respond to your mom when you felt Changbin’s fingers slide between your thighs, drawing small circles on the inside of them.
“I...uh. Umm, yeah mom. It’s going well. And we met three months ago.”
Your mom smiled, turning to your boyfriend, whose hand was now busy pushing your thighs apart.
“And what major have you taken, Changbin?”
“Music and Composition, ma’am.” He said coolly, as his fingers slowly rubbed your covered clit. Your mom beamed. You could tell your parents approved of Changbin, his cordial behavior and his respectful manners. Of course, they would think different if they had any idea of what was going on under the table at the moment.
You bit your lip when he pulled your underwear down to your thighs. Immediately his fingers trailed over the wetness of your throbbing pussy, making you almost whine. You used your fork to shove a piece of steak in your mouth, a desperate attempt to cover up any noises that might get you both caught.
Your parents and Changbin continued their conversation, and the latter’s fingers continued slowly dragging over your labia.
It was when he plunged his fingers into your core that you let out an uncontrollable moan. The conversation trailed off as three heads turned to look at you. You swallowed what was in your mouth. “Mom. This is...really good steak.”
They went back to their conversation, and you clenched around Changbin’s fingers. Their voices covered up the sounds your pulsating core was making, but you could hear perfectly, and you were sure he could too.
He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his tempo quickening. He found your g-spot, and you teared up as he delightfully continued to tease that spot, his hand relentlessly abusing your pussy.
You were extremely close, your high building. You were just about to cum when Changbin ripped his fingers from you with a pop, rubbing his wet fingers dry on your thigh.
With a smirk, he patted your pussy condescendingly before withdrawing his hand, carrying on with the discussion he was having with your parents.
Summary: Just putting up the christmas tree with your short boyfriend
Genre: Fluff!
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1208
Theme Song: Only You - iKON
AN: Another tale from the 6th December prompt from @songi-writes because I had another bit of inspiration
For @idont-knowabrian
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As you were making tea, you heard a quiet whine of exasperation from the living room.
Giving the drinks a final swirl with a spoon, you nudged your head around the door frame, eyes resting upon a blessed sight to see.
There, at the foot of the christmas tree, was the man you loved. Like a gift, he was folded, legs crossed and completely wrapped up in fairy lights.
It almost seemed like a conscious decision, but as you watched his fingers plait wires—or was he un-plaiting them?—it became clear that the man was in need of some help.
With his soft cheeks puffed in concentration, pretty eyes narrowed on his fingertips completely, you thought he wouldn’t notice you.
As you stepped through the doorway however, your eyes met his as he peered up, uncurling his body and moving his lips from a pout into a smile.
“You ok?” you asked, inclining to lean on the back of the sofa, chin rested on your palm.
“Yeah, I am,” he exhaled gradually, glancing back at the knots in his hands, “totally ok.”
Your eyebrows creased in concern, but you couldn’t really hide your amusement. “How did all of that happen?”
“I guess the person who left it in the attic last didn’t take much care with these lights,” he remarked, picking at a particularly tight knot.
You giggled softly. “Well, do you need any help?”
“No!” he cried, just a bit too quickly. He lost the urgency as he continued, “No, it’s ok. I’ve got this. Is the tea ready?”
You hummed as a yes. “Do you want it now? It’s still a bit too hot for your taste I’d say but...”
“Yes please.”
Nodding, you slipped away from the chair and headed back to the kitchen. As you went, he called after you, “Oh, babe?”
“Yeah?” You popped your head back round the door frame.
“Do you mind fetching the other boxes of decorations from the attic? I think they’re right at the back though.”
“Sure, don’t see why not.”
Bringing him his tea, you rested it on the windowsill above where he was sat.
“Don’t get scared!” he teased as you passed back.
You shot him a grin. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t. Wouldn’t want to entertain you that much.”
He scoffed at that, as you went up the stairs. Taking each step as slowly as you could, you kept your eyes on him until the last second, watching him as he tentatively reached up to take the mug into his hand.
As he whispered an ‘ouchie’ when the hot liquid met his tongue, you couldn’t help but snort, “Told you so.”
Though you immediately bounded up the rest of the staircase so he couldn’t retort back.
.
.
As you brought the boxes down into the living room, you were confronted with Changbin at a different stage in his decoration process each time.
Untangling the lights.
Picking up pine needles that had molted from their branches.
Beginning to wrap the christmas lights round the tree.
Catching the tree as it fell because he pulled the lights round a little too hard.
As you placed the last box on the sofa, you found him with his arms stretched, pivoted on one foot and waving his spread fingers, engaged in an epic battle with the fir.
He was trying to wrap the lights around the topmost rung of the christmas tree.
Though, his short stature, which was rarely a problem, had reared its head as a nuisance in this avenue.
It wasn’t always easy being taller than your boyfriend.
But it was times like these where your extra height became a very handy bonus.
“Bin, let me do this part,” you asserted gently, taking the final line of red and gold from his hands. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
His lips parted to protest but being confronted with you effortlessly swinging the lights and securing them at the back first try really didn’t aid any proposed arguments.
“Thanks love,” he sighed, finding relief in that it was done.
“It’s no problem, I’m just glad my height can be nice, even if it is only rarely,” you admitted, returning to the decoration boxes and shifting their lids off to the side.
Changbin’s eyes softened as he noticed the tone in your voice.
That subject had some up many times in conversation, and he was well aware how uncomfortable you were about it sometimes. He wished the world didn’t have to be so cruel: as he always said, it wasn’t your fault, nor was it his—even if he sometimes joked that it was—and that it was only because others had decided their narrative. And just because the two of you didn’t fit that narrative, didn’t mean you were wrong, or had to shy away.
He just wished you didn’t have to take the brunt of it.
He enjoyed the difference though, as deep down he enjoyed being coddled and kept warm and safe with someone bigger.
And so what, it was personality that mattered anymore anyway—the way that you gave him inspiration by literally doing so little, the way you teased him and offered him advice, the way you picked him up when he was down.
Just because you could also do that literally didn’t mean you were any less.
In fact, to him, it made you ten times better.
He wished he knew how to convey that to you.
“Love, your height is more useful than you could ever imagine,” he managed, coming behind you and leaning against your back, arms snaking round your waist. “And I know you don’t see it yet, but just remember that I would be screwed if I didn’t have you here with me. Because you help me reach new heights all the time. Physical and metaphorical.”
You chuckled, twisting your body and shifting his weight so he was now on your front, and you could hold in him return.
You revelled in his warmth, something you never understood—how could such a small ball be so warm?—and took in the sight of a contented Changbin, his whole body relaxed, and eyes closed.
You took the opportunity as you saw it, retrieving a finger and booping his nose, which startled him, eyes flicking open.
“Hm? What?”
You exhaled blissfully, rubbing shapes on his shoulder as they came into your head, trying to recall what you had aimed to say. “I... yes, do you want to start with the decorations now?”
He shook his head dozily against your chest. It seemed your presence was almost too comforting for him to keep awake.
Pressing your lips gently to his forehead, you tried to usher some energy into his suddenly sleepy state, while also relishing in the hum that it garnered from him.
“Will I get more kisses if I get the tree done now?” he mumbled, eyes slowly opening, blinking to chase away some tiredness as best he could.
You nodded firmly. “Of course, Binnie!”
“Well, then,” he managed to shrug himself off from you, stretching his back as he went, “we’d definitely better get started as soon as possible then.”
You couldn’t help but laugh softly at that. “Sure thing, Bin. Let’s go.”
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AN: Welp, I hope this isn’t shockingly bad. I wrote it while a bit tired tho so idk skskks
Changbin who'd never, ever, even dare to touch you if you don't want him to. If you don't want a hug that's okay, he can wait until you want one. You're not in the mood to kiss? Completely alright, he understands. Even if you're feeling anxious, sad or in the middle of a panic attack, whatever it is, he will only comfort you in a physical way if you want him to. If not, he'll always be there for you, but he won't touch you. He knows touch can be a little overwhelming at times and he'd never want you to feel suffocated by it.
Changbin cannot keep his mouth shut when it comes to you and we all know that. His friends think you guys are dating from how much he talks about you, his family knows literally everything about you, and even the receptionist of the gym knows things like your favourite restaurant and the last meme you sent to changbin
"Oh, so you are the famous Y/n. Glad to finally meet you, I heard a lot about you"
I just know Changbin would pull all nighters if you needed any help with assignments, work, if you needed a study night or whatever. You can even try to convince him that you can do everything by yourself but he would like so much to help you. It pains him to let you by yourself in a hard time like final week or anything like that
"I'm not tired baby. Don't worry about that. Now c'mon, the sooner we start studying the sooner we can go to bed okay?"
