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.”
pairing: changbin x female reader
genre + warnings: established relationship, fluffy, a little steamy at the end but not too much
wc: 1.2k
mad master list here ; other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.
“Princess!” Changbin brightly greets you as he hops out of his car to help you drag your drunk best friend who is also Han’s girlfriend inside his back seat.
“Hi Binnie. Hi Han,” you shoot them a small smile. “Sorry she drank so much. We couldn’t stop her,” you say timidly standing back now that the two boys got her.
“That’s okay Y/N, thanks for looking out for her,” Han smiles at you before he getting in the car with his girlfriend.
“Did you enjoy your night?” Changbin asked with a smile, pulling you by both your arms into a tight hug.
You hum in respond, hugging him back tightly, feeling guilty.
Changbin had told you at the start of the week that he was finishing up a song and needed some time to perfect it, so you decided it’ll be best to give him some space to do so.
Although you know how much he would miss you, you also know how bad he was at multitasking. A simple “how are you” text will instantly turn to him calling you up and asking you to come over. You have learnt from the past that that’s not the way to go. You rememeber him rushing the last 2 days to fix up his song and boy, was he a mess.
For the week you had sent him only good morning and night messages, with some little I love you thrown in during his winding down time. The lack of interaction with him made you confide in your friends for a little bit of comfort. So when Han’s girlfriend messaged you to go drinking and clubbing with other girlfriends you were quick to say yes.
The night started off great. You and all the girls probably had about 4 shots and a couple of drinks each making everyone tipsy. But you were nearly at the end of your limit though, you could barely steady yourself on the dance floor.
It was midnight when you feel your phone buzzing inside your bag. You pull out your phone and could barely read the caller ID with your blurred vision. When you finally saw it was your boyfriend calling your face instantly lights up.
“You coming over yet Princess?” Changbin cheerfully asks on the other line. The club music was way too loud that you had to excuse yourself from the circle to run to the secluded bathroom to talk.
“Sorry Binnie, what did you say?” You asked and you hear him softly chuckle back.
“I said are you coming over yet?” He repeats himself.
“For?” You slurred on your words, confused at what he was asking.
“It’s our date night, silly,” Changbin giggly replies and instantly you froze.
You had forgotten it was the last Friday of the month and which means it was your designated date night with Changbin. It doesn’t matter what time he gets off work on the last Friday, you would spend your afternoon at his house anyways so you were able to get ready for what ever he had planned. You gasp, putting him on speaker as you search through your phone to visually confirm the date. It was already 12:03 Saturday. You had forgotten. You couldn’t blame anyone but yourself for this mistake.
“Did you forget?” He asks when hears you struggle on the other side.
“YES!!” You say, a hand coming to hit your temple. “I FORGOT I’M SO SORRY,” you cried, squatting on the bathroom floor, trying you best to calm yourself down.
He must’ve been so confused patiently waiting at home for you to come over the whole day.
“I’ll come home now, I’m sorry.”
“No! That’s okay princess, are you out with the girls?” He asked, his voice was still so soft.
“Yeah.. I.. I—” you scrambled to apologise but he doesn’t let you.
“Dont worry Princess. Go and enjoy your night with the girls. Call me when you want to come home and I’ll get you,” he giggles.
That’s one thing you can never understands about Changbin, he never gets mad or show a little bit of annoyance with you, even when you’re in the wrong. He never lets you take the blame for anything.
“I feel bad.”
“Don’t, you silly girl. We’ll talk later.”
“Okay,” you puffed with a pout and he giggles.
“Love you!” He shouted before hanging up.
How could you forget such an important day. You glance at your phone and realised he had send you a couple of messages throughout the night asking when you’ll be over and you hadn’t reply.
“Oh shit!” You quietly beat yourself up again.
The rest of the night you didn’t take anymore drinks and sobered up quickly. Although you still enjoyed the rest of the night with your girlfriends, your boyfriend was on your mind alot of the times.
“Come on, let’s go before she throws up,” Changbin says pulling you both into the car.
The ride home was just Han’s girlfriend drunk whining that she wanted to throw up so you really couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Changbin as your attention was on your friend’s well being.
“You reckon you’ll be okay Ji? Me and Y/N want to go on a drive,” Changbin says looking in his rear view mirror at younger boy. You glance to your side where your boyfriend was sitting, confused, because you never stated you wanted to go for a drive.
“I’ll be okay hyung, she’s just all talk. She’s probably gonna sleep like a baby once she’s get home,” Han giggles, assuring you both.
After dropping them off, Changbin drove around for a bit, sitting with you in silence. He keeps glancing to your side but looks away the second you look up at him. Once he reached the secluded lookout you guys always go to, he parks the car and reaches for your hand.
“Why are you not mad, Bin?” You nervously ask, breaking the silence.
“Why would I be?” He replies back with a smile caressing your hand.
“Tonight was suppose to be our date night and I ditched it to go clubbing,” you say unable to look at him.
“Well, we are on a date right now aren’t we?” He replies, the smirk is still on his face.
“At 2am.”
“So?”
“Im sorry—”
“Don’t. Don’t feel bad, don’t apologise,”
“But you never get mad at me,” you voiced out your concern with him being so lenient.
“You forgot. You’ve been so cute all week giving me space to finish my song. We didn’t talk all week so you just forgot. It’s not like you planned to ditch me,” his hand comes to cup your cheeks as he looks deep into your eyes, waiting for your reply.
“Right?” He says sounding a bit more serious as you don’t answer him. You giggle in response shaking your head.
He’s right though. You just forgot due to the lack of conversation you guys had all week.
“You okay now?” He leans in to peck the corner of your lips.
“Yes,” you reply, smiling at his kiss.
“Also, you look very sexy though Princess,” he smirked eyeing you up and down. “I couldn’t stop staring at you when I was driving,” he says glancing at the hem of your dress that was riding up your thighs.
“Is the dress new?” You can tell he was still trying to get you to forget about what happened.
“I got it last week,” you reply to him, neatly smoothing over the material by your thighs.
“It’s very sexy. Can I see it up close?” He raises his eyebrow and you giggle knowing what he was referring to. So you climb over the car to straddle him, your dress instantly riding up.
“Are you guys awake?” Jisung knocks on the bedroom door, his 4th attempt succeeding in waking Changbin to a bare you. He softly grins at your entranced state and you avert your gaze to the ceiling, ears flushing a deep red after being caught ogling by your boyfriend. Changbin eyes your stretched neck muscles and lowers himself before pressing his lips to the skin above your collarbone, shivers running down your spine at the contact, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of his arms wrapped around you and his limbs between yours.
“Caught you”, he mouths against you making blood rush to your head. His heartbeat– alongside yours– drums clearly in your ears, making you nearly forget about a very impatient Jisung outside the door.
“I’m counting to 3”, he announces as the knocking dies out. You turn back to Changbin, drawing your arms out from under the comforter to wrap them around his neck.
“You locked the door right?”, you ask, and to your horror, you receive no response.
“3”
“Right?” Changbin watches your lips frown and eyebrows furrow.
“2”
“Why would you NOT lock the door?”, you wail, repeatedly swatting his shoulder in a surge of frustration. Retracting your arms from his neck, you grip the rim of the comforter tightly.
“1”
Jisung catches the comforter shoot up to cover all of Changbin and you, but doesn’t find the action interesting enough to point out. He walks over to Changbin’s work desk, picking up their shared lyric journal and a pair of headphones.
“Are you coming or should we eat your portion?” he asks tauntingly, hoping the two of you would sacrifice breakfast for a few extra minutes in bed.
“We’ll be down in a few minutes so don’t you dare”, you threaten the boy. Jisung fakes a groan and to your relief, you hear him shuffling towards the door. You aren’t very keen on letting chatterbox quokka find out about the events of the previous night, but apparently Seo Changbin doesn’t share the sentiment and makes it clear to you by sitting up, the comforter slipping off his exposed chest and dropping to his waist.
“What’s for breakfast?”, he asks like he isn’t about to be ratted out by Jisung and like all his band mates are going to let you live down doing the deed at the dorms. Not like you wanted to keep it a secret forever; you just wanted them to stay clueless for a few weeks before naturally slipping it into a conversation, giving you the upper hand and them no space to tease you.
Jisung unsurprisingly catches on, amusement filling his orbs as he finally notices the articles of clothing (ones that didn’t belong to Changbin) sprawled out on the floor, and you can even foresee Chan letting out a confused ‘Y’all don’t do it at the dorms?’ and stealing your spotlight.
“Guys! You won’t believe what I’m about to tell you-” Jisung screams after slamming your door shut. You pull yourself up and kick Changbin, grabbing the comforter and wrapping it around yourself when Changbin falls butt-naked on the cold floor.
[18:43] "Stop running away, seriously, just stop" he says out of breath, his hand clutching at your wrist. "You don't understand, it's better for both of not to be together Changbin, you know that" you answer back as you turn to look at him. "I don't care, why don't take the risk? I don't know about you, but I would prefer to risk everything if that means I would be happy and that's what I want to do" he says and pulls you towards him, his arms firmly around your waist as he whispers "so even if it's just for this moment, just let me love you and we'll deal with the consequences later... Please?" his voice soft and kinda shaky that makes your heart crumble. You place your hand on his cheek and gaze in his eyes and slowly lean closer. Your lips meat halfway in a hesitant and very soft kiss, super gentle as if you would break if you, every hidden feeling finally brought on the surface, two lovers that waited for so long, finally meeting in a kiss that was so long awaited, that just can't hold eachother back. His one hand is on holding waist fiercely, while his other is around your back, bringing your back closer to him, not a inch away from him, the need for it to be close to you, so big, he can't contain himself. Now with new founded confidence, he lightly bites your lower lip, and you open your mouth as you moan, welcoming his tongue in your mouth. The feeling of his tongue is intoxicating, and you push your mouth harder on his. He pulls back after a few minutes to breathe, but before he pulls away completely, he puts another little peck on your lips. "So because of that... Please be mine."
A/N: I’m lowkey ashamed.. I’ve been struggling to work on my essay but instead I decided to write this. Let’s just say it had to be done at some point LOL
You had been working on this essay for what seemed like days. Not being able to write on your topic, you decided to retreat to your boyfriend working in the other room.
You felt terrible, honestly speaking. You asked to have the living room to yourself, free of his music technology and songs so you could pay attention to the essay. He understood, grabbing his stuff and retreating to your shared bedroom.
Knocking on the door, you opening it slightly to see Changbin on the bed with his headphones on- completely indulged in his work. He looked just as stressed as you were, his hooded eyes showing revealing his fatigue.
Not exactly sure what to say, you stood by the door simply watching his figure. It had been a week since your fight, keeping you two distant of any contact. You reflected on the conversation that kept you two apart, never realizing the solution.
“Changbin, where are you going?” You asked him that day.
“To work, I’ll see you tonight I guess” He muttered before closing the door.
Rolling your eyes, you ran to the apartment entrance, grabbing his shirt by the collar and pulling him closer. “If you seriously leave that door, you can consider leaving me as well”
Your eyes watered at the built-up tension, your heart clutching at the simple touch of his shirt. His eyes intimidated you, but you weren’t about to lose this fight.
“Don’t do this to me Y/N, you know I have to-”
“Go to work? Make money for the both of us?” You continued, releasing your grip on his collar. “Just go, I get it,” You said before running back into the apartment.
Changbin could only wipe off the tear falling off his cheek, knowing that his work was taking over his relationship with you.
You sat next to him in the bed, regardless of your words that day, he still stayed.
Pulling the headphones over his ears, sitting next to him on the bed and pushing his laptop away.
“What are you working on?” You asked, trying to make some small talk to make up for the lack of conversation in the past days.
“Just a new song, how’s the essay coming along?”
You chuckled at the sudden reminder of your essay, “Complete shit, haven’t even written a paragraph”
“Oh, I see” He smiled, turning his focus back to his computer.
You shrugged your shoulders assuming he might’ve felt awkward after days of not talking before pulling him into a hug. “I miss you” You whispered into his chest, watching a small grin form on his face as he smiled with his eyes.
“I miss you too princess” Before you know it, you were shifting onto his lap, kissing his jaw down to his neck. Changbin threw his head back at the small nips, missing your touch just as much as you did his.
The small headache from earlier started to disappear as Changbin grabbed your leg, moving it over his so you were seated on his lap. This gave you the chance to wrap your arms around his neck, connecting your lips with his.
Changbin pushed his tongue inside your mouth as he grinding his hips against yours, his grip around your waist growing tighter with every second. “God, I missed your pretty lips so much” He moaned, turning you over so that he was on top of you.
Throwing his shirt over his head, leaning closer for a kiss. “Changbin” You blurted out before his lips could meet yours. His eyes widened at your words, holding back for a second.
“What’s up?” His eyes searched yours for a second to see if you were uncomfortable before leaning back.
“No, no- stay close” You exclaimed, pulling him closer to you so that your lips brushed against each other. You looked up at his eyes before whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for not talking to you all this time. I’ve just been really stressed with school, you’re busy with work. I really thought you had that day off and made plans and when I saw you leave I was disappointed”
“Hey, hey. It’s okay princess. I’m here now okay? Let me make it up to you” He smiled before pressing his lips on yours. His hands went under your shirt, palming your breasts as he rolled his hips on yours. Soft moans left your lips as you grabbed his hair, pausing to take off your shirt before kissing him again.
His lips went down to your neck, placing wet kisses there before going further down to your breasts. He took equal attention with each one, sucking on it, biting, licking- he had missed this feeling so much. The sudden bliss that made your toes curl, as he palmed your breast. “You’re so pretty princess, I’m going to make you feel so good” He mumbled as he lowered your jeans, licking a stripe of your wet pussy.
You let out a small moan at his touch, your hands resorting to his hair as you bucked your hips. “God, youre so wet for me” He smirks as he leans up to suck on your nipple, inserting two digits and fingering you.
“Fuck, your fingers feel so good” You moaned as you grabbed onto the pillows behind you. With every stretch of his fingers, you asked for more. Biting onto your bottom lip, your walls closed around his fingers as you felt your orgasm coming.
“Shit, so tight” He cursed, letting go of your breasts to watch your eyes as you met your orgasm. A loud moan left your lips and Changbin took no mercy on it, pulling his jeans down to replace his fingers with his member.
Your cum made it easy for him to slide in and out of your pussy. He thrusted his cock at a slow pace to make sure you felt every inch, your name leaving his lips like a mantra. Once. Twice. Three times. He constantly hit your sweet spot.
Your breasts bounced as the actions of you two shook the whole bed. You never felt him fuck you this good, the lack of contact must of put a weight down on you two and now you felt free of it. Your bodies moved fluidly against each other as he closed his eyes in bliss, his hand sneaking behind your waist to pull you up from the bed.
Your eyes opened as he picked you up, his hands grabbing your ass as he continued to rub his tip against your walls, shoving his member in at once and leaving you screaming at the stretch. “Changbin, I’m gonna cum” You whimpered as you reached your high for a second time. You watched as he bit on his lip, sweat trickling from his forehead as he mumbled words that you couldn’t point out.
“Feels so good princess” He constantly repeated as he slowed down. At once, he let his cum shot inside you, you reaching your orgasm at the same time.
The effect it had on you two made you fall on the bed, him on top of you as your thighs shuddered. “It’s been so long” You smiled as he slowly opened his eyes, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Has been way too long, how about we clean up?”
You whined in disapproval, pulling him closer to your chest. “Let’s just stay like this”
Changbin rolled over so your legs wrapped around his waist before asking, “Then you’ll work on your essay?”
Your eyes glowed at his words, completely forgetting about your assignment due in a few days. “Then I’ll finish my essay” You repeated, ensuring yourself that you’d stay awake after this moment with him.
[Rᴇsᴜᴍᴇ : It’s the continuation/longer version of the Changbin story I did on « When their crush kisses them first and it leads to a make out session - Stray kids reaction »]
You were playing truth or dare with 4 random friends and Changbin they then said after what feels like 10minutes of game that you and Changbin were the chosen one to do 7 minutes in heaven .
Changbin became all red and shy , hiding his head in his hoodie . You asked him to get up because now the two of you had to go in a room with the light turned off and stay in for seven minutes . « Are you sure ? » he ask you surprised , he couldn’t believe you would actually go and do that 7 minutes in heaven thing with him .
You eventually said yes to him , and Changbin and you were now isolated from the others .
Just after you closed the door Changbin confessed that he liked you , he was on the verge of crying being embarrassed that you might say no .
An awkward silence took place for 5 heavy seconds .
You didn’t want to say anything and just took his hands in yours and kissed him . Changbin was suprised but kissed you back , you took one of his cheeks in your hands and felt a tear going on your hand .
You stopped kissing him . « are you okay binnie ? » you ask him while caressing his cheek . « Yeah don’t worry I’m just very happy and nervous »
But seeing him like that made your heart hurt especially because you like him too .
But for now you wanted to focus on making out with him . Some minutes were still left and you didn’t want to waste them .
You make out with him intensely and immediately wanted more .
But of course you couldn’t ask him for more he was already so moved by everything happening , it would be too much for him .
↳ genre; suggestive, fluff if you squint, soulmate!au
↳ summary; your leg is killing you, but that doesn’t stop you from getting a new tattoo.
↳ word count; 2,448
HAPPY BELATED CHANGBIN DAY! I hope he had an amazing day and that he smiled till his cheeks hurt. I hope that he ate well, stayed safe and overall go all the happiness that he deserves.
↳ a/n; I got a little carried away with this fic, just a tiny bit. thank you to @haechaaaaaaanssi for beta reading and helping me make this header because my brain does not understand the concept of headers. hugs for janna. anyways, I hope that you enjoy this angels <3
↳ inspo; these pics and touchy feely by ro james (can y’all believe that someone gave that to me as a song rec lol)
↳ warning(s); making out
It was getting harder and harder to walk towards the parlor.
You weren’t sure if it was because of the nerves partying in your stomach or the increasing pressure around your right calf, or maybe, it was both. Turning back briefly, you saw your friend give you a thumbs up. The tiny encouragement sparked an ounce of determination, and with that, you tightened your grip on the warm cup of coffee in your hand and pushed open the door to the dimly lit tattoo parlor with a blinking neon ‘open sign’.
Presented in front of you was a small waiting room, the lighting as dark as the tinted windows showed. Covering the wall behind the wooden front counter were various pictures of previous customers’ designs. Decorated on the other black-painted walls were simply just framed sketches.
You were alone in the parlor.
Light shone behind the black curtains leading to, what you presumed, were the work stations for the employees. You could faintly hear the buzz of machinery and the hum of a fan. The pain in your leg thumped your hand into action. Hesitantly, you pressed on the bell resting on the counter.
As you waited, you turned your attention back to the framed papers hanging on the walls. They were all very pretty, but they didn’t compare to the one that you had in mind. Remembering the piece of paper, you reached into your back pocket. It was odd how you came about it; simply waking up at the crack of dawn with a pencil in hand and a beautiful sketch of vines and flowers on a white sheet of paper in front of you. At that moment, you were heavily thinking about pursuing your career as an artist. Instead, your friend convinced you to get it tattooed on your body.
The first tattoo parlor that came to mind was the one across the street, conveniently, right across the cafe you worked at.
“That regular who never talks works there, right?”
Of course Felix would remind you of Changbin, the seemingly never smiling tattoo artist who would only utter his order before leaving to his table. You looked at the sketches hanging under his name. While they were all very pretty, one specific design caught your interest.
Stepping away from the oddly short counter and past the worn out leather seats sitting next to the entrance door, you shot one hand out towards the one paper hanging loosely by a transparent blue tac pin. The ache started to increase, almost as if the vines imprinted on the skin of your leg were tightening.
Before you could fully compare your own design to his, a hand shot past your ear.
“Can I help you?” came out the gruff voice.
You turned around with a grimace. With each second that ticked, the ache in your calf didn’t seem to falter. For a moment, you held your breath, for you were met with the dark gaze of the Changbin. He always looked peaceful while drawing in his sketchbook as he occasionally glanced outside the window to observe the people passing by, yet here, he didn’t look too happy with his furrowed brows and irritated dip of his lips.
Glancing down at the harsh grip he held on the paper with his right hand, you explained that you were here to get a tattoo. Your gaze lingered on the ink peeping through the crumpled lines. “This… is a tattoo place, right?” you questioned, finding the courage to look back up at him.
Perhaps your words confused him because his once irritated expression morphed into one that you could only describe as a constipated scrunch. His eyes squinted slightly, brows accompanied by line etched in between and a slightly gapped mouth.
“Did you read the sign that says Stray Tattoos?”
You smiled brightly at the boy, “Of course not, I just randomly decided to visit this mysterious looking store across my cafe.”
He clicked his tongue before turning around and walking behind the counter. You followed along, hoping that your limp wasn’t showing as you struggled to deal with the horrid throbbing in your leg.
“You have a design in mind?” he asked, bringing out his sketchbook.
“That one,” you told him.
He raised a brow at your pointed finger. The paper he previously tore from the wall was still clutched in his hand. “No.”
You blinked, “What?”
“It’s not a design.”
“Then why was it on the wall?”
Changbin stared at you with an unreadable expression, “It’s not now, so go choose a different design.”
You frowned, “Why can’t I get that one?”
“I told you, it’s not a design for sale,” he pursed, “and you most definitely did not have this in mind. It’s not posted on our website or any of our social media accounts.” His frown deepened, confusion written in his eyes, “Even if it was, no one should be able to see the design.”
He mumbled the last part, but you managed to catch onto his small words. You smiled cheekily in response, “Well maybe I’m special since I’m able to see it.”
Wholeheartedly, you meant it as a joke. Changbin’s dead serious face didn’t seem to take it as a joke. He wanted to say, ‘you must be’ but he knew better–soulmates don’t exist.
He rolled his eyes, “Whatever. The point is, you can’t get this tattoo.”
You pursed your lips, “Fine, then I want this one.” You pulled out the folded piece of paper from your back pocket and slapped it onto the counter. Changbin’s eyes widened as he stared at the identical design you gave him.
Before he had a chance to speak, he was interrupted by the voice of a blond boy with a dimpled grin. “Are you giving our customer a hard time?” he chastised.
“Hello there! I’m Chan.” He placed a hand on the shoulder of his fellow grumpy co-worker. “Don’t mind Changbin here, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”
Changbin slapped away the hand of his friend.
“See,” Chan whispered, a hand covering his mouth from Changbin’s view, “he’s a bit sensitive today.”
You chuckled, “It’s okay, I just gave him my design.”
Chan followed your gesture towards the folded paper that Changbin was holding against another crumpled paper. Confusion flashed in Chan’s eyes for a brief moment before he hid it with a gleam of playfulness. “I see, you guys are exchanging secret sketches.”
“Secret sketches?” you echoed.
“Yeah, did you guys use invisible ink or something–” he vaguely gestured towards the papers–”because there’s nothing on there.”
You would’ve laughed at him if it weren’t for the pinch of pain that pulsed through your leg.
“What do you mean? There’s designs on both of those papers,” you frowned.
Something sparked in Chan’s eyes and he gave a knowing look to Changbin.
There was a silent battle of glances between the two, one that you witnessed without much focus. You were too busy remembering the bothersome prickling in your leg. Frown deepening, you focused on the warmth of the coffee cup you held in your hand, hoping that the warmth could transfer to your leg. You cleared your throat. “Well if today isn’t a good time, I can just leave. Oh, and uh,” you placed the now cooling cup down on the counter, “this is for you, Changbin, since you didn’t come to the cafe today.”
You bit the inside of your lip, hating how the pain increased tenfold when Changbin made eye-contact with you. You gave a slight nod and let out a silent wince when you turned around–conveniently missing how he expressed a small grimace.
“Wait,” he called out, “You can get the tattoo.”
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You anxiously wiggled in the black leather chair when Changbin entered the room.
Wordlessly, he sat down on a chair next to you. He didn’t seem to be concerned that you didn't have any pants on, but then again, he hasn’t glanced once at you since he arrived. He was quite content on his needles, jaw clenched. Your leg throbbed, unbearingly so–you let out a whimper.
He casted his eyes on yours, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you weakly replied, “just nervous.”
“First time?”
You nodded. Slowly, he trailed his gaze down your neck, past your chest and down to your bare legs. He stayed focused on the vines wrapped around your calf–a new wave of pain washed over you.
“But it looks like you already got one? Unless it’s fake,” he observed, your wince unnoticed by the fact that he tried to ignore the insufferable sting in his right shoulder. “These vines match the ones on your calf,” he added.
“Would you believe me if I said that it was marked there when I was born?” you managed to gasp out, sweat starting to form against your hairline despite the wind blowing towards you.
Pain clear in your voice, he quickly turned to you with concern, “Are you sure you’re okay? We can do this another day.”
“I’m-” before you could utter ‘fine’, you let out a yelp, your hand moving to your calf to rub away the pain. Changbin dropped the needle on the floor and instinctively reached for your extended hand.
Suddenly, it stopped.
Everything stopped, it seemed. The needle stopped midway to the ground, the fan blowing in the corner froze, the clock’s hand paused, the rapid acceleration of your heart slowed, but most importantly, the ache in your leg dissipated.
Your breath hitched when the vines around your leg started to unravel. You felt breathless as they grew. You followed as the vine slowly trailed up your leg, the slow beat of your heart suddenly loud in your ears when you saw another vine out of the corner of your eye.
There were no words you could speak when you realized that the other vine was trailing down Changbin’s arm. You spared a quick glance up at his eyes. They sparkled with the same awe as yours. Letting out a breath of disbelief, you looked back down at the two vines moving towards each other. Your vine moved up to Changbin’s knuckles that were touching the skin of your thigh and connected to his vine that curled around his wrist.
When the two vines interlocked, pure serenity fell over the two of you. Flower buds blossomed in the trails of the vines. Slowly, Changbin let go of your hand. Once the two of you were no longer touching, time resumed; the needle started falling again, the fan resumed cooling the room, the clock started to tick, your heart never actually stopped beating but it sure felt like it, and the ache in your leg throbbed faintly. The vines started to retract, budding flowers starting to disappear.
As light as a feather, Changbin touched one of the flower buds. The two of you were sucked back into a frozen universe within a split second. His thumb smoothened over the bud as it started to blossom, vines extending and curling towards his touch. You could only watch with a held in breath as he leaned closer towards the flower. As if in a trance, he pressed his lips softly against your skin. The pillowly touch of his lips was light, yet it still managed to make your heart flutter and it elicited a gasp from your mouth.
Too in awe at the colors inking your skin and flooding the outlined flower, you failed to notice how Changbin regretted his action. It wasn’t until he pulled away did you realize that he was spouting out countless apologies–he thought that he overstepped his boundaries.
Before he could fully dismiss his touch, you cupped his face. You tried not to get distracted by the vines creeping up his neck and growing to where you hand lie.
“Hey,” you murmured, “it’s okay.”
His brown eyes were blown wide, a haze swirling in the galaxy of his iris. “Are you sure-”
You chuckled and nuzzled your nose against his, “Did you know how many times I thought that this vine on my leg was some useless birthmark? Never did I ever think that it was my soulmate mark.”
“I thought soulmates didn’t exist anymore,” he admitted, eyes glancing down at your lips for a moment.
“I didn’t either, although, I did feel a certain pull towards you whenever you visited the shop,” you confessed, “but then again, that could’ve been because I thought you were cute.”
He raised a brow, “Cute?”
You smiled, “Yes, cute with your beanie and sketchbook, just drawing away while admiring the pedestrians passing by.”
Something about you calling him cute didn’t sit well in his stomach. “Cute,” he repeated, almost scoffing out. Your heart started to speed up as he slightly pushed you into the chair. He hovered over you, breath mixing with yours. He pecked kisses from the corner of your lips all the way down to your collarbone. Flowers bloomed and colors exploded on the flesh of the two of you.
Together you painted a beautiful picture.
Your breaths became shallow as you felt his tongue swipe against your skin. He colored your skin as he moved back up. His kisses trailed along your jaw and aimed at the corner of your mouth, never quite planting his lips on yours.
“Kiss me,” you whispered.
With a small smirk, he slowly connected his lips with yours. There was no hurry in his actions, afterall, the clock was no longer ticking. He never stayed more than a second before pulling away. His eyes glimmered with amusement as you chased after his lips each time.
“Changbin,” you whined when he disconnected his mouth from yours for the nth time.
The way you breathed out his name made him break.
He pushed his mouth against yours, teeth clashing and temperature rising. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip. Saliva mixed together just as the vines around you twirled within each other. The leather beneath you started to stick to you as you wiggled around.
You tugged at the hem of his shirt which prompted him to quickly remove the material. With hot pants leaving your mouth, you marveled over the numerous vines penned from his neck, connected to his shoulder blades and curling down to his torso. You trailed your hands along the path of vines, flowers blooming with each touch. When he exhaled a shaky breath, you chuckled.
“Cute,” you teased, pressing a kiss to a flower on his jaw.
The color pouring into the petals of the flower contrasted the darkness that engulfed his eyes.
He mocked your chuckle, “Oh, baby, I’ll show you cute.”
