not sure if you see the vision but this gives me changbin vibes 🤤
Changbin NSFW. 18+. No minors.
Changbin is a generous dom who doesn’t neglect any of your holes. He’s trained them all to take his cock or whatever he wants to fuck you with. He pushes you to your limit every time, making sure you cum harder than the time before last. His favorite way to make you cum recently is by fucking your tight ass while he rubs your clit. You cream all over his hand while you cum but he’s not done with you yet. He keeps playing with you until you’re gushing all over him and his bed.
Btw: literally bookmarked this last night and when I opened the link I literally gasped bc I forgot how hot this clip was. It gets me goood.
Your nails leave deep enough marks to draw blood, you two have been at it since his birthday party ended. It was supposed to be a joke. Putting on a baby-pink lingerie set with little bows, calling yourself his present. Well, Changbin took it literally and decided to show you how much he appreciated the pretty set.
Tears streak your face, ruining the fresh makeup you applied for his party. “Don't cry, baby. You wanted this, remember,” Changbin’s thrusts are rough and impatient, far from delicate. “Just beginning to fuck you harder.” Your whimpers make him laugh; the sweet boy who was saying thank-yous to the guests is now pounding you like a piñata.
The lace had never come off. Panties pulled to the side and the push-up laced bra still surprisingly holding on. “You feel amazing, fuck, best gift ever,” Changbin says mumbled against your neck. His hips piston into you like he’s never had pussy before, balls smacking against your ass with every moment.
“B-Bin-! Oh- fuck!” Instead of asking him to slow down you wrap your legs around his waist to push him in impossibly deeper. You swear you can feel him fucking into your stomach. “Look at this face, you love it like this, yeah?” You reply to him with a nod. Bad idea.
"Say it with your chest." In that instant, his hands find your bra and tug down on the lace with force, the vast movement makes your breast burst out of the material. A gasp rips out of you instead of words, not a moment passes before his mouth latches onto your nipple.
You arch into him instinctively after feeling his bites and licks. “Gonna fuckin’ cum!” You shout as a warning. Changbin couldn't care less, if anything he encouraged it. “Cum while i’m deep inside you,” Stilling his movements just to sit up on his knees. “Spread.” He commands. You do exactly that.
“Your gonna let me fill you up baby? It's my birthday remember." He says soothing your thighs as he raises them up to his shoulders. "Bin we don't have prot-" "Then let's make a present in your belly," Changbin's palm pressed down on your belly bulge. "Give it to me." He didn't hesitate once you agreed. Changbin hovers over you, forearms flexing one each side of your head while you watch his length slide back into you with long strokes.
The sweat on his body shimmers like a glaze, trickling down his abdomen with filthy sounds. Your head tips back letting yourself feel all of him.
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Post-birthday sex with Changbin would be the exact opposite. The mixed releases trickle down your stuffed hole and onto the sheets under you, your head resting on his chest as the two of you catch your breath. Hearts beating him in sync with his fingertips trailing circles on your hip.
“I believe I was supposed to take care of you today," you say with a hint of disappointment. "Oh, please, babe, with me, you never have to lift a finger, EVER," he replies, lifting your chin so you meet his gaze. "I just wanted to try, at least," you add, rolling your eyes playfully.
Summary/Request: You agree to using a blindfold in the bedroom, not realising your boyfriend invited his friends. (Blindfolds, Kinktober 2025)
Warnings: noncon, gangbang,
Word Count: 0.5K
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you've always felt safe around changbin until tonight. "c'mon babe, it'll be fun." he coos at you, tugging his tie loose like you've already agreed to it. you hate the dark, but... it's binnie. so you swallow your apprehension and nod, getting a flash of his bright smile before he ties the silk around your eyes.
"see? it's not so bad." but you can't see, you can't see at all. but maybe that doesn't matter because now he's kissing you, those pretty plump lips of his easily sliding against yours as he cups your face tenderly. yeah, maybe it's not so bad. you're here with your binnie, your boy. you're safe....
you can't see the wicked gleam in his eyes as he looks over your shoulder, still kissing you as he beckons the others forward: chan. han. minho. seungmin. even jeongin, even though he scares you with his mad eyes and the way he's always "accidentally" touching your intimate places.
you're so absorbed in kissing changbin you don't hear them approach, the blindfold heighting your senses not extending to your ears, all your focus is on your boyfriend. you don't know they're there, until it's too late, until multiple pairs of hands are dragging you off binnie's lap and ripping at your clothing, laughing and talking amongst yourselves about all the filthy and degrading things they're gonna do to you.
you cry, you scream, you try to take the blindfold off. but they've got you pinned down, large unfamiliar hands holding you down by your arms and throat, others pulling your legs apart as someone else tears off your panties. your screaming turns to sobbing as cold fingers roughly play with your folds, swiping through them to gather your unwilling slick before slapping your clit, pulling your lips apart to show the rest of them your fluttering little hole and spitting on it. all the while laughing at you.
you freeze at the sound of the first zipper going down, almost unable to believe that this is happening to you. then the others start undoing theirs in a symphony of your impending doom. you struggle and fight, screaming yourself hoarse as you feel the first cock nudging through your folds, lazy and unhurried. you scream for your boyfriend, for binnie, until suddenly your mouth is full of someone else's cock, fucking deep into your throat without giving you a minute to adjust. the others cheer as they watch chan and han double teaming you: the elder claiming your cunt while the younger fucks your face mercilessly. a nice little 3racha spitroast.
and all the while, changbin, the man you thought was the love of your life, watches, grinning and stroking himself as his friends fondle and abuse you. he's been waiting for this moment since the first minute he saw you, wanted to see you get wrecked and raped by his friends while he jerks himself off nice and slow, watching your pussy weep with desperate lubrication. he always knew you were a slut.
synopsis: two years after you last saw your high school best friend, changbin makes a timely confession
wc: 5.5k
cw: use of y/n, down bad-ism, very fluffy, very self-indulgent bc changbin is my dream bf, mentions of allergies (cats involved bc its me), kissing, dry humping, giggly sex, breastplay, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie
You were sitting at your usual meeting spot, feeling the cold, metal park bench against your exposed thighs. It was later than your usual meeting time, the lamp posts illuminated you and the passing families on their way to the philharmonic performance. You debated meeting him at the stage instead, but it felt wrong to you.
This bench had been your meeting point ever since you met Seo Changbin while sitting on it more than a decade ago. Changbin was very different to you, he was a natural charmer, undoubtedly a born-performer. You always shied away from being the center of attention, “quiet little mouse” as Changbin remarked.
You were sitting on that same bench when Changbin sat next to you and asked if you were okay. Then, he asked why you were alone. He talked your ear off that afternoon. You were still in high school by then, he talked about his training to be an idol, his family, his friends.
You listened attentively, it was strange for you to meet someone your age who had such a busy lifestyle. Your sister interrupted your meeting once it got too late and you still hadn’t arrived at your house. Changbin waved you off with a quick, “nice to meet you!”
You returned the next afternoon and to your surprise, Changbin was already sitting there (“Ah! I’m glad you came back! I forgot to ask if you wanted to hang out again. You looked in your element here yesterday, so I figured I’d come back.” He said with a smile).
You were even more surprised at the fact that he wanted to see you again. You gave him your number and agreed to meet there twice a week after school and between his practices. It took you a while to open up, you weren’t used to feeling seen or heard by someone. But Changbin knew just how you felt with just a look.
Your meetings at the bench became more limited after he debuted. Being reduced from twice a week, to once a week, to once a month to once every few months, to once a year, if you were lucky. You and Changbin still texted every once in a while and called each other for your birthdays or other important events.
Changbin was there for you through your biggest achievements and your biggest losses and you were there for his, even at a distance. It had been nearly two years since you last saw Changbin in person, your schedules hadn’t lined up for you to meet since then. You were shocked when he asked you to meet over the summer, when he had some time off to stay with his family.
“HEY, Y/N!” He shouted, sprinting over when he spotted you. You stood up and extended your arms with a blush rising on your cheeks. He hugged you tightly, lifting you up and spinning you around, placing a sweet kiss on your head. “I think this is the second happiest time I’ve been to see you here.” He said as he lowered you down to your feet.
“Oh, really? When was the first?” You asked as he sat down on the bench.
“The second time I saw you here, when I didn’t even have your number or know where you lived or studied or if I’d ever see you again!” He remarked, you smiled at that and signaled him to get up.
“I was shocked when you came back that day.” You said and you started walking next to each other. “I missed you, Bin. How have you been?” You took a second to look at him, the same light posts you had seen many times before illuminating his features. It seemed to you that he was bulking up, his hair was dyed a dark purple color, he was dressed in all black as you expected him to be.
“ ‘M good! Tired but it’s been nice.” He replied. “And you? I love that skirt on you! It’s so cute, you almost look like an idol.” You blushed at that comment. It was a blue floral summer set, different from your usual attire.
“Ah, thank you. Well, I’ve been better, if I’m being honest.” You said, looking at the floor in front of you. “Work has nearly been killing me so I’m glad to have some time off this summer.”
“I’ll make sure you rest well. I can take care of you.” He said, proudly. “I take care of my members all the time now. I’m their favorite chef.”
“Oh? You are?” You asked in disbelief. He looked away, embarrassed. Changbin placed a face-mask over his mouth and nose.
“WHAT? You don’t believe me? Well, okay….maybe I’m their second favorite chef…” He mumbled, you chuckled. You looked in front of you to see the stage already full of people. You walked the rest of the way in silence and stood in the far back to avoid drawing attention to yourself. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I missed being here with you. I love you, Y/N-nnie.”
“Me too, Bin. It’s been a while. I’m happy to see you looking so healthy.” He smiled at that comment, you knew Changbin took a lot of pride in taking care of himself.
The performance started, you and Changbin didn’t speak again until it was over.
“Did you walk here?” He asked, you nodded. Your family’s house was close to the park and your new apartment was even closer. “Can I drive you back?” You nodded again. “I know it’s late but, are you hungry?” He knew you had a habit of skipping dinner when you had plans.
“Just a little… I ate before coming.” you replied.
“My sister recommended a stand that makes good tteokkochi at the end of the street. We can walk by it and I’ll take you home.” He said, you silently agreed.
“So, how was tour?” You asked. He started talking about the places he went to, the songs they played, how he got sick once and had to skip a performance, how he went to a concert on one of their free days, The songs they worked on, how Seungmin made him angry one day and he had to apologize for lashing out and so on.
You arrived at the stand, it looked a bit run down but an auntie was making and serving the tteokkochi, so you knew it would be good. She asked you what you wanted, you both got two servings.
Changbin insisted in paying for the food, taking out the precise amount before you could protest. You rolled your eyes but it usually went like that, Changbin would never let you pay despite your insisting. You often repaid him by delivering food to his studio sessions when you were closer to him.
He walked next to you in comfortable silence. During the decade that you’ve known each other, you have met hundreds of times at this same park and you talked each other’s ears off. Nonetheless, you also learned to feel equally pleasant in moments of silence. The streets were illuminated mostly by different shop’s led lights. You looked at your feet as you walked while Changbin looked at you.
“Do I have something on my face?” You asked and giggled. Changbin’s own face reddened. He nervously laughed.
“No, you don’t.” He answered. “I’m realizing that I’ve missed you a lot, more than I thought I did.” It was your turn to blush.
“Me too, Bin. This is the longest we’ve been without seeing each other, I think.”
“And way too long. I should take more time off.” He added.
“So, my sister just had a baby. He’s about as old as your nephew.” You said, as you walked forward, spotting Changbin’s car in the distance.
“Really? Congrats, auntie!” He exclaimed.
“I’m not that old yet!” You protested, he gave a hearty laugh as he took his keys out of his pockets to unlock his car.
You slipped in the passenger seat of his sports car, wondering why someone would have a car this low. He smiled when he saw you struggling.
“I forgot you don’t like sports cars.”
“I absolutely despise them.” You agreed. There was silence, the sounds of the night where barely noticeable; the faint music coming from the radio was almost identifiable.
“So, are you still seeing that guy? The French guy that worked at the hospital.” He asked, nonchalantly when he drove off.
“Louis?” You corrected him. “No. He moved back to France last year when he finished his residency.” You shrugged it off. You and Changbin rarely spoke about your flings unless they were serious. He had casually met Louis the last time you saw each other.
“Are you still seeing the makeup artist?” You asked, he shook his head.
This was the first time in the last five years or so that you and Changbin had both been single at the same time. You felt nervous, like your heart was dropping. You had always had a bit of a crush on him, but you were sure that he never reciprocated your feelings. You tried to bury your crush for him, but it wasn’t as easy when you were right next to him. You felt your palms get sweaty as he pulled up at your place.
“Hey… can I come in?” He asked suddenly, making you snap out of your thoughts.
“Yeah.” You smiled, “It’s a bit messy, but I was going to ask you to, anyways.” He smiled at that. You hadn’t openly planned to see him again during the summer. You were scared of having such a short meeting after two years without seeing him.
He opened the car door for you, you didn’t expect anything less from Seo Changbin, professional gentleman. Changbin had an extra key to your apartment, as your closest friend. Nonetheless, he had never used it to let himself in. You walked up to the front door with your best friend close behind you, hands buried in his jean’s front pockets.
Your hands trembled as you unlocked your old-fashioned door. You stepped in; suddenly conscious of the empty glass of water on your counter, the coat you discarded on the floor, the mess of books on your coffee table, the scattered toys your cat left. Did you take out the trash before you left? Did you clean the litter box? Where is Alfred? Will Changbin be deathly allergic to him? Why did you forget to mention you had a cat?
He stepped in behind you and took in your house, feeling coziness and a twitch in his nose.
“Ah, Binnie, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you that I have a cat now! Do you want something for your allergies?” You asked.
“Yeh. Weren’t you more of a dog person, though?” He replied. “Where’s the little fella anyways?” You walked towards your medicine cabinet and took out a generic allergy pill for him.
“I love dogs too.” You answered. “My sister found Alfred in front of her office and asked if I could foster him because she was super pregnant at the time… and after, like, a day I fell in love with him.” He laughed.
“You’re always so sensible. That’s probably my favorite part of…” He interrupted himself by chugging down the pill with a glass of water. You blushed and you spotted Alfred apprehensively approaching the kitchen. The bright, long-haired orange kitty stood out amongst your darker furniture and decoration.
“There he is! He’s shy at first so don’t make too much noise.”
“Are you calling me out for being loud?” He asked and chuckled, but kept down his voice to your request. You tried to approach Alfred but he ran away to his favorite hiding place, inside the hallway closet. “Is he scared of me?” Changbin’s demeanor changed, looking almost disappointed.
“Cats are pretty different from dogs so he probably is scared of you, but to no fault of your own.” You answered. “You’ll win him over by giving him some space.”
“Ah, even better. You know I’m scared of the cats anyways.” He said and sinking down onto your familiar sofa. “So, how have you been?”
“I’m okay, I think… I think I had told you last time, but I work at a different library now, you know, the one that’s inside the University..” You said.
“I remember you telling me that you changed jobs but I don’t think you told me it was at the university library.”
“Ah, well, yeah. I’m the director now…. But, I started when I still didn’t have my master’s.” You added.
“Right! You graduated last year, right?” He asked, raising his voice a little bit. You nodded. He reached into his bag and took out a small, black pull-on pouch. “I saw Han Jisung wearing one of these and I asked him to get you one… It’s not much, but it reminded me of you.” He placed the small bag on the couch, in between you two. You opened the bag to see a box with the writing ‘Vivienne Westwood’ on it.
“You didn’t!” You exclaimed. He smiled, feeling more confident after that. You opened the box to see a collar with black beading and the characteristic Vivienne Westwood pendant. “Thank you. This must’ve costed you a fortune, you didn’t have to get me something so expensive… I appreciate anything you do for me.”
“I know. But I also know that you had been eyeing one of these for years.” He replied. “I’d get everything I could for my closest, bestest friend.” You blushed.
“Ah, Binnie. I appreciate this so much. But I could never ever repay this…”
“I never expect you to repay anything,” Changbin interrupted, “your friendship is way more valuable to me than any silly material thing I’ll ever give to you. This is just a teeny tiny gift for all you’ve done for me.”
“Bin…” You said. “I feel bad for not having anything for you.”
“How about a big warm hug, then?” He negotiated.
You complied and wrapped your arms around Changbin’s neck. He wrapped his warm arms around your waist. The position was a bit awkward, since you were both sitting down but you felt comfortable. Your heart was beating faster than usual, with his familiar warmth calmed you down. You felt his big, warm hands on your back where your shirt rose up.
His palms were sweaty against your skin. The hug lasted more than you expected, the light smell of his perfume was nice and comforting to you.
His chest was soft against yours and he gently caressed your back with his calloused hands. He placed a soft kiss on the shoulder his head rested on, which brought goosebumps to your skin. He surely felt them on your back because he stopped caressing it.
His breath briefly ghosted on your neck as he pulled away from the hug. You let go of him and took your time pulling away. His eyes met yours as you both leaned back. You felt butterflies in your stomach for the first time in years. Changbin nervously chuckled and he slouched on the couch, sighing.
“Y/N?” His voice was barely a whisper, opposed to his usual loud self. “Have you ever thought about… kissing… me? Forget I said anything, I’m crazy!” He cut himself off. The question took you aback, you didn’t expect such a direct interrogation.
“It depends…” You decided to tease him. “Have you ever thought about kissing me? Am I really that unappealing that you think you’re crazy for thinking that?”
“No! You’re amazing, the best. You’re my favorite person in this whole world. I think about kissing you all the time.” He confessed with a crimson blush on his cheek.
“Okay. Good.” You said. “I think about kissing you all the time as well.”
“R-really?” He asked, eyes wide in disbelief.
“Well, duh. You’re an absolute dream boyfriend.” You replied. His shyness turned into a smirk. “Sweet, talented and cute, too? I’d be dumb not to want to kiss you.”
“Stop it! You’re making me melt!” He shouted. “You’re so pretty, so smart… You’re my best friend. You know…”
“Just best friend?” You asked.
“No, Y/N. Not just my best friend. I like you a lot.” He replied sweetly, averting your gaze. You reached for his hand.
“Hey. I really like you, Bin.” You added, he looked into your eyes again.
“Yeah?” He smirked, maintaining eye-contact with you. His brown eyes were glossy.
“Yeah.” You replied and leaned towards him. Changbin met you in the middle and pressed his lips on yours.
His beautiful doll lips were soft against your, admittedly, chapped ones. You were sure that your matte lipstick made your lips feel weird, but you didn’t mind.
Changbin rested his warm hand against your left cheek. He lightly caressed your cheek as the kiss deepened. His taste was bitter, you could make out that he drunk a beer before meeting with you. He broke the kiss.
“I planned to tell you tonight, by the way.” He commented. “But I was really nervous…”
“Bin… How could I not have feelings for you?” You remarked. “You were always ‘the one that got away’ for me. I kinda had no hope that you actually liked me back.” He chuckled.
“We sound like teenagers, don’t we?”
“We do. It’s weird how we went from casually saying ‘I love you’ to barely being able to say ‘I like you’.” You said in between laughs. He giggled.
“It is so weird.”
“I love you and I like you too.” You said. “I’ll always love you as my best friend in the universe.”
“I think it’s safe to say that I’ll always love you too.” He added. “And that I really like you too.”
He leaned into you and softly presses his lips on yours for a quick peck.
“So…”
“So…?”
You grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him again. This time harder and deeper. He kissed you back and placed his hands on your waist. He used his hand placement to guide you to sit on his lap. He moaned into the kiss when he felt your body against his. Changbin kept his hands on your waist, sliding them up and down your plush sides.
You experimentally ground your hips against his crotch. You could feel his growing erection even through the heavy material of his jeans. You gasped into the kiss when Changbin when he grabbed at your waist.
“This feels surreal.” He said, looking straight into your eyes. “My heart is beating so fast.”
“Oh, Binnie… I am so lucky to have you in my life.”
He moaned into your mouth as you kept grinding your hips against his. Changbin’s jeans felt heavenly against your thin underwear. Changbin thrusted upwards to meet your hips while his lips captured yours in a passionate kiss. He moved his hands under your skirt, looking at you in search of approval. You nodded.
You felt his hands cup your almost-bare ass, since your panties had ridden up from the grinding. You moaned at the feeling of his familiar touch in such an unfamiliar place. He squeezed your ass, encouraging you to keep grinding on him. You quickened your pace and Changbin let out a hearty grunt.
“O-oh… Oh.. b-baby.” He whined. “I’ll cum. I want to be inside you, baby. I … can’t.” You obliged, halting your movements. Changbin pressed his forehead against yours, sweaty and panting. “Thank you, darling.” You blushed, taking in the absolute vision in front of you. Changbin looked beautiful like this, so raw, so messy. Unlike how you usually saw him lately: with his hair full of hairspray and a face full of makeup. He had his face bare, his lips were swollen and his hair was curling up from the sweat and humidity.
“Is everything okay?” He interrupted your thoughts. You nodded, making him sigh in relief. “Good. I thought you were regretting it already.” You chuckled.
“As if! You’re stuck with me now, sorry.” You replied.
“Sorry? That’s like a dream come true, baby.” He placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
“You’re making me blush so bad, Bin. I feel like a schoolgirl again.” You remarked. “Like when we met, I was so giggly and dumb.”
“Are you kidding? I could barely get a reaction from you at first! It took like ten minutes for you to laugh!” He disagreed.
“I couldn’t let my guard down that easily.” You said, he placed a kiss on your shoulder. “Bin?”
“Hm?”
“I love that we’re reminiscing and all. But I’m, like, super wet…”
“Oh!”
“Yeah…”
“Your wish is my command, darling.” He said, “To be fair. I’m hard as fuck, too.” You chuckled.
You stood up and extended your hand to him, he took it and stumbled as he stood up. You led him into your bedroom, not missing Alfred’s scrambling from inside your closet. Changbin sneezed as he walked by. Your heart fell a little bit, you can’t really imagine life without Changbin or Alfred. Could they eventually co-exist?
“Hey.” He said, looking at you. You stopped in front of your room to stare at the closet where Alfred spent most of his time at. “I know what you’re thinking. I don’t really like cats but, I’ll try super hard with him! I promise. Minho hyung taught me about exposure to reduce my allergies. I guess I’ll have to meet his cats when I’m away from here so I can build up my strength!”
“Thanks, Bin. That means a lot to me.” You said with a sigh of relief. “You’re really sweet.”
“Of course! I know you, you love him so I’ll love him too. Even if I have to get scratched and drink ten allergy pills every time I come here. You know I love a challenge.”
“Shhhh! You’ll make me cry.”
“Okay, okay! Let’s get sexy again.”
You chuckled as he took the lead to open your room’s door. Your room was cozy, the bed was well made and adorned with different pillows. There were three bookcases filled with books of all types of genres. Changbin had never been in your room before, limiting his visits to your kitchen and living room. You had a rosemary odor eliminator that attempted to cover the old book smell that wasn’t too appealing to your own allergies. You crouched down to grab a book that, seemingly, Alfred knocked down.
“Sorry in advance for the upcoming messes you’ll see. Alfred loves throwing things on the floor.” You said, he chuckled, smitten to be able to see such an intimate side of you. Your bedroom. You had a chair next to one of your bookshelves, a reading nook, he supposed.
“C’mon! Did you ever visit the 3Racha dorm?” He asked. “My dorm is only presentable now because Hyunjin cares about aesthetics or whatever. You’ll have to come visit us soon. Hyunjin asks me about you every other day. ”
You smiled. You loved the fact that Changbin was already planning for you to spend time with him back at his place. You had only been able to visit him a handful of times when he lived at his old dorm. You visited Changbin whenever his group had a concert or fan meetings in Korea. Nonetheless, the last two years of your grad school life wouldn’t let you see him.
“Okay. I said sexy time, right? That’s not too sexy.” He remarked with a smirk. You chuckled.
“Okay! Let’s concentrate.”
He laughed. You still wanted him, of course you did. But you were so enamored with the idea of starting a new relationship with someone you had liked for such a long time that it made the sex shift to a second place. You had a feeling that he was going through something similar. You laid down on your bed and he followed you suit. You shifted to your side and looked over at him.
He leaned over to you and kissed you once again. You deepened the kiss and took your chance to tug at his shirt. He took it off, in silent agreement. You nearly drooled when you saw his bare chest. His muscles were defined, yet soft. His shoulders looked even broader with his shirt off, his pecks were big and defined. His abdomen was strong, with a trail of hair that led to his pants.
“Like what you see?” He smirked, raising his eyebrows at you. You nodded, unable to come up with a snarky comment. “Can I?” He placed his hands on your own top. You nodded again. Changbin swiftly took your top off with your assistance. He gawked at how your breasts sat in your bra.
“You’re staring.” You snarked.
“How can I not? Have you any idea how much I’ve waited to see your boobs?” He said, making grabby hands at them. You chuckled and took his hands in yours, leading them to feel your breasts. His hands were warm and clammy against the skin that spilled from your bra.
Your nipples were hard against the thin, silky fabric of your bra. You were sure that he could feel them, when he started caressing them specifically. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra. Changbin looked almost cross-eyed when he first saw your bare chest. He took no time in leaning forward, capturing one of your hard buds in his mouth. You moaned at the feeling of his hot lips around your cold nipple. He moaned around your nipple and you felt your wetness spread through your folds. Your panties were completely soaked when he reached to stimulate your other nipple, tugging it harshly. You moaned at his touch. Your body felt ablaze against his touch. He leaned forward without separating from your breast. You laid on your back as he hovered above your figure. His free hand reached under your skirt to caress your inner thighs.
His digits found their way to press against your wetness. His lips shifted from one of your breasts to the other, sucking dark marks into them. He slipped his calloused fingers into you, slow and softly. Your body melted into his touch, accepting the foreign feeling of his fingers inside of you. You moaned at the feeling, unable to suppress your moans.
“Do you like that, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He praised, his voice was raspy and breathless. You responded with a gasp. His lips found yours and you, once again, moaned into the kiss. You felt him smile against you. Changbin quickened the pace that his fingers, slipping in and out of you. The stretch of his fingers inside of you made you moan hard. Changbin stopped and checked up on you. You gave him a thumbs up.
“B-Binnie, d-don’t stop, please. I’m so unbelievably close.” You pleaded, he didn’t move. He had a thoughtful expression.
“Sorry, baby.” He said as he slid his fingers out of you. “You’re only coming around me tonight. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” Butterflies eroded in your stomach when you heard him. “Is that okay?” You nodded quickly, tugging at the waistband of his dark jeans.
He obliged, undoing the button and zipper that held them together. You didn’t pay mind at his underwear as he slipped them off swiftly. He smirked at your reaction. You gawked at his dick; it was thick, veiny and very, painfully hard. Your fingers danced against it, and it twitched in response, leaking a generous amount of pre-cum. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue for him. He shook his head.
“I won’t last a second if I go there.” He said. Changbin reached over to his jeans, and took out his wallet. “Ah, Y/N-nnie… I forgot, I kind of… gave my last condom to Jeongin-ah… as a joke.” He blushed.
“Let me see if I have any.” You said. You turned over to dig inside your night table. “Shit. I gave the ones I had here to a friend because they were about to expire…”
“Fuck.”
“I mean…” You said as you slammed the drawer. “I’m clean and I drink birth control as a, uh, habitual thing…”
“Are you suggesting that I go in raw?” He asked, you nodded.
“Only if you’re okay with it, of course.” You added. He stared at your pussy for a second, caressing its folds.
“Okay, yeah. Fuck it. I’ll just pull out.” He said, grabbing his dick with his free hand. You laid back down. He positioned his dick against your sticky folds, dragging his angry head against your puffy clit. You whined at the feelings of his pre-cum on your own wetness.
“Baby. I want you inside.” You begged. “At least let me suck your cock.” He shook his head once again, instead positioning his hard member at your entrance.
He gathered your wetness, not that he needed to. He realized how truly drenched you were when he started sliding into you. Even with his impressive girth, his cock slipped in with ease and eagerness. You both groaned at the unexpected feeling. He bottommed out inside of you, the foreign feeling incited him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear in between kisses.
He took his sweet time to adjust to your tightness, you clenched your hips in order to feel some friction. He was holding his weight with his arms on each side of your head. Taking his time to enjoy your expressions as well, even forgetting that he has to thrust to feel maximum pleasure.
Changbin was never good at multi-tasking, but this time, he felt nirvana just by being inside of you. A feeling so strange, so lovely and so mesmerizing. He felt unable to move, he wanted to remain inside you for eternity. You squirmed underneath him and he, involuntarily, thrusted harshly. He earned a sweet, sultry moan from you. He was sure that listening to you moan is his favorite sound.
“B-bin. Please move, baby. I’m going to cum if you don’t.” You cried. He started thrusting, softly; he didn’t want to hurt you. Your head already felt fuzzy, full of Changbin. What a beautiful timeline, one that you and Changbin loved each other. You felt unbelievably close to him, the closest you’ve ever been to anyone in your life.
“F-fuck, you’re taking me so well. You’re really soaked, my baby.” He panted against your ear, his hot breath made you shiver. “Have you been waiting for me for long?” It didn’t seem like a question to you, more like an affirmation to himself. “You’re my gorgeous angel. I’m never letting you go, you do know… fuck..” You moaned against his lips, capturing them in a heated kiss. You felt dizziness, knowing that your climax was impending.
“B-bin. Binnie. Changbin.”
“Yeah.” He moaned. “I love it when you say my name.”
“Binnie! I’m going to cum.”
“F-fuck! Me too. Can I cum inside you? I promise it’ll be the last time.”
You nodded fervently, the heat of the moment took the best of you. He thrusted deeper and faster, as he came over the edge, spilling thick, hot ropes of his seed in the depths of your core, of your soul. You rubbed your clit, but feeling Changbin’s ardent cum inside you was more enough to take you over the edge as well. You spasmed against him, your vision blurry and your orgasm lasting more than usual. Once you rode your orgasm, Changbin carefully slipped out of you and laid down next to you.
“Are you my girlfriend now, by the way?” He asked with a laugh, panting as he caught his breath. He looked at you expectantly.
“Are you asking me?”
“I don’t know if it’s too soon, but yeah.”
“Hm..” You pondered, “if we didn’t know each other like we do, I think it would be too soon.”
He stayed silent.
“In other words, yeah, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You confirmed. He gave you a sheepish smirk.
“Han Jisung is not going to believe this.” He sang. You looked at him, confused. “He’s been wanting to ask you out for, like, ever.”
“Oh, nice. I know who I can go to if we break up, then.” You joked. He groaned.
“That’s not funny at all!” He whined but laughed.
“I’m just kidding, Bin. Do you know whose cum is inside me right now?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me or I’ll get hard again! What an artwork.” He said, pressing his head into your neck. “I have no self control around you.” You snickered.
“Trust me, me neither.”
“ Y/N-nnie, I hope you don’t regret this.”
“I won’t.”
That was all the reassurance he needed. Changbin helped you to the bathroom and washed you up. He kissed you good night and prayed that what you had would last forever. He felt a sense of completion, like he needed to thank the universe for this moment. Changbin held you all night, though he could barely sleep.
You woke up early in the morning, with an empty space beside you. You rubbed your eyes and hesitantly made your way out of the room. You could smell eggs and onions and rice. Changbin was serving an omelette with rice for you.
“Ah! wakey wakey, baby! I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed!” Changbin shouted. You smiled at him.
“This is even better.” You said, in all honestly. You noticed that Alfred was standing closer to Changbin today.
“Who would’ve known that feeding him would make him like me!” Changbin added. You chuckled.
“Binnie, I missed you too much.” You walked over him.
He placed a kiss on your lips, softly, and you could feel it in the universe.
Leave the Henley on. Matter of fact, stay mostly clothed. Just undo the belt and pull the pants down juuuussstt enough.
Then put me in a headlock and let me dig my nails and teeth into your bicep and forearm.
Because goddamn does he look good like that. Arms, shoulders, chest, WAIST looking fine as fuck. And I’m always a slut for teasing with arms that are partially covered. It’s the way he fills out the fabric. That little bit of stretch. Makes me think about him stretching something else out
