❪ 入れ墨 ❫ fluff est. rs photographer!changmin x f!reader 912 cw ノ they're engaged, lots of wedding stuff mentioned (& how expensive it is), kissing, not proofread 〃 @reisdoll ⸝⸝⸝ it's been *checks* 14 long months since i wrote for tbz BUT WE ARE BACK. i never stopped loving this group and the members, and i really hope the future will be kinder to them <3 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
It's unusual to find Changmin not in bed with you by midnight, but luckily, you don't have to guess where he might be. There's only one plausible place that could be holding him this late. His study, at his computer.
You patter into the room, hair still wet from your shower and your light summer pyjamas on. It's completely dark save for the computer light illuminating Changmin's face. The curtains are still open, indicating that he has been sitting here for hours without noticing the passing time.
You close the curtains first, and then find the switch for the table lamp. The warm light pulls Changmin out of his focus immediately, and a sigh leaves his lips. He leans back in his chair, eyes scrunched shut, eyebrows tensed. You don't have to ask to tell his work has been frustrating him lately. Six hours on his computer without a break is never a good sign. His entire body shows the evident exhaustion.
You step behind his chair and let your hands find his shoulders. You gently work your fingers into his tense muscles. His head turns to the right, nose burrowing against your arm before he presses a kiss to your skin.
"It's late. You gonna sleep?" you pose the question. Somewhere in your head you already know the answer. He shakes his head quietly, muttering a quiet 'not yet' in response.
"Why are you still up?" he asks, leaning back against the headrest and blinking up at you. "Go sleep."
It's your turn to shake your head, "Not without you."
He frowns, "This isn't going to work, then. I have to finish these before tomorrow."
You glance at his computer where his editing software is open with a collection of photos from his latest shoot. A pre-wedding photoshoot; a very fancy one. You eye the elegant wedding dress the bride wears. It looks designer, upwards of ten thousand dollars at least. You've recently become more familiar with costs and styles of bridal wear on your own wedding dress hunt. Changmin has heard you complain more than once about the absurd costs.
You've always been so sure you would be more than happy with a cheaper wedding dress. Something classy without breaking the bank. Yet, you can't help but admire how stunning the bride looks in the photos with her poofy ballgown, massive train, and elegant veil. Changmin has completely captured the beauty of the dress and the bride. You rest your chin on the top of your fiancé's head, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you both stare at the photos.
"That dress is pretty," you mumble. Changmin can hear the want in your voice, despite you trying to conceal it. You're good at hiding things, but not from him. He has a way of reading you, even when you don't want him to.
The truth is, wedding dress shopping has been a source of stress for you recently—one that your fiancé can't easily help you with. You're still bent on keeping the dress a completely surprise for him, so you haven't told him much. It's not like you're rushed to find the one, but you've never particularly liked shopping for expensive things, especially something so important.
"Would you want to wear a dress like that?" he asks quietly.
"Maybe… if we were millionaires," you smile sarcastically. Changmin rubs your arm, eyebrows tense.
"I want you to have whatever dress you want. Don't focus on the cost so much. We'll make it work."
You kiss his head, "What about the rest, then? Everything about weddings are expensive. Venue, catering, decorations, reception, engagement shoot… they all cost a lot."
"Engagement shoot?" Changmin echoes, "I can do that for free."
"How? You need to be in the photos too, love. You can't be behind the camera and in front of it at the same time," you point out. Changmin is silent for a moment like he hadn't considered this fact before.
"I want to do our engagement shoot. I've imagined it in my head so many times. It's important to me."
"I know it is… we can think about it and figure something out."
"At least your bridal shoot, okay?" Changmin glances up at you. "I want to photograph you in your wedding dress."
"You will. We can do two separate shoots, or maybe you could tell Chanhee what you want and he could take the photos. You work together on projects all the time. You know he's good."
"Maybe."
"You're so picky about this," you tease fondly, fingers curling through his dark hair.
"And Chanhee is gonna be your best man anyway. He wouldn't even charge you for the photoshoot."
"Maybe."
"We can decide on it later. Finish up the touch-ups. I'll stay with you until you're done," you tell him.
"You sure?" Changmin's head turns up, dimple peeking out on his cheek. You smile back and press your lips to his before stepping back from his chair and pulling up a seat for yourself.
His attention turns back to his computer, eyes focusing on the smallest details to edit—adjusting colours, sharpening details, touching up blemishes. You watch him work for the next two hours, head resting on his shoulder, fighting sleep every time his scent relaxes you too much. By the time he's done, he finds you dozing off, still clinging to his side like a pillow. Adorable.
Back at it again with ✨delusion fuel✨—what if you (their crush) sent THE BOYZ a pic in your lingerie by accident? Let’s just say... they don’t handle it well! Enjoy the ride! ❤︎
Summary: Your boyfriend has had a rough day, and a hot shower isn’t enough to relieve his frustrations. So, you decide to help.
Smut, PWP, Established Relationship au
Warnings: Oral (m! receiving), Shower sex, Stress Relief, Hand Kink (I suppose bc it’s talked about a lot), Cum swallowing/tasting, *Aftercare*, The use of one petname interchangeably: Baby. *And if I missed anything pls lmk*
Word Count: 1,626
Changmin (Q) X Gn! Reader
[A/n: That middle image caused me to be insane… Also, this is the first time I’ve ever used photos (outside of a couple banner images...) But it was necessary this time. Anyways, a special thank you to @jinkoh thank you for furthering this idea, and @winterchimez for alerting me of this insane man’s post. I still feel like screaming. And I hope kyu anon <3 enjoys this too!! (Also, I won’t tag but I saw Beam go insane bc of this post too and I’m so glad this has damaged all of us. Our favorite menace fr <3)].
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You knew the second Changmin came home he was having a hard day. From the way he set his bag down to how he took off his shoes told you how grueling it truly was. He finds you sitting on the couch and he sighs as he collapses into your arms, and you hold him tight to you, trying to soothe him. You stay like that for a while, calmly breathing together until he mutters against your chest, “I’m gonna take a hot shower and try to forget about the day.” You nod and kiss his forehead before he walks away to get a towel from the closet and closes the bathroom door behind him.
You rest against the couch cushions, trying to finish up the episode you were previously watching. But the longer the hot water runs, the more you think about helping him relieve some of his frustrations. You could easily wait in your shared bedroom and let him take out his frustrations on you in there… but what was the fun in that? Especially, when you could take care of him and make him feel better now. You grab a towel for yourself and open the bathroom door and close it behind you quietly.
You find him facing away from the hot water, letting it hit his back as he stares ahead. The hot water cascades over him trying to soothe his sore muscles. And yet, he still looks as if today’s troubles were still haunting him. The steam from the heat makes the mirrors and glass fog up, and the bathroom nice and warm. And without a second thought, you quickly slip out of your clothes and open the glass door. You watch as his glum expression melts into a softer one as he takes in your appearance. And you grin as you close the glass door behind you, “Hi, baby.” And he sighs, still unable to hide how he feels, “Hi…” His hands instantly find your hips, and you ask softly as your fingers trail down his sides, “Is there any way I can relieve some of your frustrations?” He tilts his head, “Depends… what are you suggesting?” You lean in, and ask, “Why don’t I show you?” He raises his brow and you give him a kiss.
He pulls you beneath the hot water as you both kiss, and it cascades over you as your tongue licks his bottom lip, and he grants you access. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and his tongue mingles with yours and he lets out a soft groan. You pull away with a smile on your face, and he smiles back at you. You trail kisses along his jaw and down his neck as the warm water rushes over both of you. You grin as you look down to find him already hard for you. And you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight.
You slowly drop to your knees, careful not to slip as you do, and sit before him. And he grins, “I was hoping this was your suggestion.” He moves closer to you, so his back takes the full brunt of the shower, so that the water doesn’t splash at you. And you place a gentle kiss against his tip and he sighs, and you tell him before your lips wrap around him, “Let me take care of you, baby.” You place a few more kisses along his length before you wrap your lips around his tip, sucking on it a few times before you start taking him in little by little, causing him to groan as you start bobbing your head along his length exactly how he likes.
Usually, his hands would find his way into your hair, guiding all your movements. He was so used to being in control, but the way you’re staring up at him through your lashes and bobbing your head along him so perfectly. He doesn’t feel he has to be, so he rests his hands against the shower wall above his head, letting you use him however you like, wanting you to absolutely ruin him and make him forget about his awful day at work.
You hum in amusement around him as you watch how his hands clench and shake from pleasure. He looks like a hot mess already. And you can’t get enough of the sight as you bob your head faster, causing soft groans to spill from his throat. You pull off of him a bit to swirl your tongue around his tip and you catch the way he stills himself from bucking into your mouth, resisting the urge to take control of your pace.
You place your hands against his hips and the warm water dances over your fingers as you use his hips as leverage to take him back down your throat and to move faster along his length. You look back up at him to find him looking down at you in pure amazement, as if you were giving him head that he could only ever dream of, and you can’t help but be satisfied by that. Encouraged, you happily suck around him harder, causing him to let out a loud groan, and you watch as his hands fidget against the tile, racked with pleasure. The way he looks has you moaning around him, and it causes him to let out a low grunt.
You watch as his hands clench against the smooth tile, when you swallow around him, “Fuck, baby, don’t be a tease.” You hum deciding to play nice, and he groans, shaking his head and closing his eyes as you bring him closer to the edge. You move your eyes back down to focus on sucking him off fully. Your fingers squeeze around his hips as you start bobbing your head faster, wanting to taste his release on your tongue.
You can’t help the way your lips raise as you feel him twitch in your mouth, knowing he is going to fall apart soon. You look up at him through your eyelashes and find he’s already looking at you. And you bat your eyelashes at him, and he rolls his eyes at your act of innocence. You pull off a bit to swirl your tongue around his tip again, sucking on it as you do. And he groans, and you watch as he balls his hands into fists, and you can’t help the way you smirk around him, knowing you have him right where you want him. He twitches inside of your mouth again and you feel him finally cum down your throat. You moan at the taste of him, finally getting what you both wanted so desperately.
Your hands let go of his hips as you slowly release him from your mouth. He lets out a soft sigh, and you watch as he practically folds before you, causing some water to finally splash on your face. You gasp as it does, forgetting it was even on in the first place, due to how he was shielding you from it. But your fingers were proof it was still running from how prune-y they got from the water rushing over them. You look over Changmin as he rests his forehead against the tiled wall, the cool tile relaxing him as he comes down from his high, causing you to grin. He looks ethereal, all fucked out, and you notice how his shoulders seem lighter, as if you took off some of the day’s weight that was heavily resting upon him. You watch as his hand slips from the tile and he holds it out for you. You smile as you take his hand in yours, and he pulls you up.
He pulls away from the cool tile to rest his forehead against yours, and you kiss his nose, “Feel better?” He nods, “Much.” His lips instantly find yours, causing a soft groan to leave his throat as he tastes himself on your lips. And when he pulls away, he tells you, “You’re so good to me, baby… Thanks.” You shrug, “It’s the least I could do. You’re always so good to me, after all.” He rolls his eyes, placing a soft kiss on your nose before he pulls you against him, “Want to finish showering together?” You nod and he lathers your hair in soap, and you do the same for him. You both spend time slowly cleaning each other up. And when the water starts to grow cold as you both wash up, you laugh, “I thought that would have happened sooner.” And he laughs too, “Me too,” as you both hurry finishing up.
You get out of the shower, the steam fogging up the mirrors even further. He turns on the fan, “I probably should have done that sooner.” And you shake your head, “Nah, it kept it warm for me.” And you can see the tinge of a red blush on his face, quickly knowing what you meant. You both towel off, before getting into some soft comfortable robes before he opens the bathroom door. You both giggle as steam billows out, and you both walk hand in hand to your shared bedroom.
When you both curl up together under the soft covers, he finally tells you about his day. The more he reveals, the tighter you hold him to you, trying to shield him from it all. And when he finishes telling you about everything, he finally starts to relax under your hold. You pepper kisses across his forehead, and he giggles before his lips meet yours again. You kiss beneath the duvet, and all of Changmin's problems finally dissipate like hot steam meeting the cold air in your embrace.
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, best friends to lovers, numerous mentions of the female orgasm, ji changmin is a bit of a manwhore, mentions of alcohol, insane tension my b, intense making out x2, oral (m! and f! receiving), multiple orgasms, couch sex but missionary, unprotected sex (wrap before u fucking tap -_-), creampie, changmin is lowkey very whipped and very pussy drunk in this, also forewarning for every fic in this collab— there is lots of foreshadowing and references to the other fics since they all fall within the same timeline/universe!
SUMMARY you know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. what you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.
MORE i hope u jichang lovers are strapped in and ready for this… kinda went crazy with it 😭😭 um anyway?? first fic of the black out or back out collab?? crazy!! this fic actually ruined me. it used up all my brain power so if every other one sucks u can’t blame me!! it’s the law!! also, i’d like to take a moment to wish my boyz a very happy 6th anniversary <3 so so proud of all they’ve accomplished these past 6 years and i can’t wait to see what they do in the next 6. in this deobi shit 4L frfr 🙏🙏
You blink at Soyeon. It wasn’t that hard to believe. In fact, it was pretty easy to believe. You set down the bowl of popcorn on your lap and nod slowly.
“Uh, yeah. Yes fucking way,” a nervous laugh escapes your lips. “I’ve had to fake it with every guy I’ve ever been with. I don’t know what it is. Maybe something’s wrong with me.”
Men were… incompetent at certain things. And apparently your pleasure was one of those. Every dude you’ve ever slept with failed to make you finish. It was at the point that you felt that you were the problem. It would be understandable if it had been a couple guys, but every single one? Your luck had to be complete ass.
The only reason the topic had been brought up was because Soyeon had mentioned something about her last fling during your movie night. She was talking about how that had been the best sex she's ever had and it spurred you into making your confession. The last guy you’d been with had probably been the worst.
“Never?” Jiwon’s jaw drops, elbows resting on her knees. “How are you still alive, girl? How do you get your fix?”
“My hand, my vibrator, my pillow sometimes,” you shrug, picking at a loose thread on your blanket. “I’ve learned to make do with my situation, I guess. If I can’t get it elsewhere, I’ll just do it myself, y’know?”
Your girl friends look at you with pouts on their lips, as if they were the ones experiencing your misfortunes. You hadn’t even expected it to be such a big deal. You’d thought this was a normal, common occurrence. Boys usually sucked at things when it came to girls. But they all took this as a personal hit, like you were a fallen soldier in battle.
Perhaps the female orgasm was far more important than you assumed it to be.
“Considering who your best friend is, you’d think you were getting good dick left and right,” Dahyun snorts into her glass of wine. “This is actually kinda insane.”
You guess she had a point, despite you both leading very different lives. Changmin, your best friend, was known as one of the many heartthrobs on campus. He was in a fraternity, played on the school’s baseball team, and he even played with other things. Namely the hearts of practically every other girl at your university.
You’d think it would bother you to be so close to a man who couldn’t give less of a fuck about those of the same sex as you. But for some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to care. It’s not like he was bragging about the bitches he bagged on a regular basis. Though you were his best friend, he understood boundaries. He knew what was appropriate to talk about with you and respected that.
Your friends laugh at her observation, but drop the conversation after that, resuming the movie you were watching. However, it’s not that easy for you.
You can’t stop wondering if something really *is wrong with you. Why was it that everyone and their mom was capable of finishing and you weren’t? It was more unlikely that every single man you’ve been with sexually was that mediocre. Were you really that unlucky?
It bothers you so much that you find yourself still thinking about it well into the following week.
With the start of the new semester, came the adjustment of new classes. Even though you were a Communications major, you made the grave mistake of taking Lifespan Growth and Development with Changmin for the extra credit. He was an Early Childhood Education major, so it was a requirement for him, but not for you. (Honestly, he only forced you to take it with him so you had at least one lecture together. He was afraid your friendship might start to fade if you didn’t see each other often.)
Imagine how horrified you felt when your professor began to talk about babies and their circadian rhythm, but the only thing in your head was the fact that you’d never orgasmed because of a man. You felt like you were going crazy at this point. Really, the thought should’ve been long forgotten by now. But you couldn’t help yourself from dwelling on it, especially after your friends made jokes at your expense.
As you’re walking out of the lecture hall side by side with Changmin, you keep your focus on the ground, your hearing going in and out. His voice is staticy, your brain only registering words here and there. You’re a little pissed off that this has become such an issue.
He notices your lack of response and stops walking, eyebrows furrowed. You pause in your tracks along with him. “Are you good? You’ve been spacing out all morning.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you shake your head as if that would rid of these stupid thoughts. “I’m just a little tired, I guess. I haven’t been getting much sleep.”
“Well, you better fix that. We’re expecting this weekend’s party to be one of the bigger ones this semester. Juyeon’s passing those fliers around like it’s his job,” Changmin purses his lips with a snort, ruffling your hair. “I need my beer pong partner to be in tip-top shape.”
You scratch the back of your neck. Half of you was kind of hesitant to go to this weekend’s TBZ party considering that was where you met the dude who started this whole downward spiral. He made an offhand comment about seeing you again, but you were actually hoping that would never happen. And with your fortune, the probability of running into him was pretty high.
“You see…“ You begin, but Changmin interrupts you with a distressed groan before you can continue.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of flaking,” his arms fall to his sides as his head tips back dramatically. “Y/N, I really need you there. How else am I gonna smoke everyone? I need— I mean we need to keep our title.”
Sometimes you wish Ji Changmin took anything else as seriously as he takes beer pong. You suppose it came with being a fraternity brother or something. They all drank alcohol like it was fucking water. You’re still sort of surprised none of them (Sunwoo) has gotten alcohol poisoning yet.
“I’m just… trying to avoid someone. And they’ll probably be there.” You sigh, fiddling with your fingers. Your best friend gives you an unreadable look that flashes across his face only for a moment.
“Tell me who it is. I’ll make sure they’re not allowed in. I’d much rather have you there than some rando who’s bugging you.” He says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.
“That’s really unne—“
“Yo, Changmin! Aren’t you going with us to Cobie’s?”
You both turn towards the sudden intrusion, the voice belonging to Eric Sohn. He’s around 50 feet away from where you’re standing, joined by Kim Sunwoo and Ju Haknyeon. Changmin yells out his answer and spins back to you, an apologetic smile on his face. Somehow, you’re a little grateful for the interruption.
“We’ll finish this later, okay?” He nods at you, heading backwards in their direction. “You’re going, Y/N.”
You really should’ve listened to your instincts when they told you to skip out on the party.
You’re well aware that every attendee was crucial for the TBZ boys and their stupid rivalry with the KAT girls. So maybe you understood why Changmin needed you there so badly, aside from the obvious beer pong thing. However, you were starting to regret showing up.
First of all, Ji Changmin was nowhere to be found. Second of all, Jeon Soyeon was hounding you all night about the secret you so idiotically shared with your gal pals.
She was dead set on finding you a solution. (Basically, she was scanning the crowd of partygoers for a suitable man to satisfy your overdue needs. And she was proving devastatingly unsuccessful.)
You were too anxious to drink, also. Your feet were bouncing from where you sat on the couch, and your fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting. The antsiness was getting annoying at this point and you were hoping your knight in shining armor (Ji Changmin) revealed himself soon. Lest he wanted to lose out on his beloved beer pong partner.
It appears that your years of honing in on your manifestation powers have finally come to fruition when you spot Younghoon and Juyeon hauling the beer pong table into the living room. Where one of those tables are stationed, you know you’re guaranteed to find your best friend. The shorter of the two gentle giants cups his hands around his mouth and announces the first round of tonight’s tournament.
You stand from your seat, grabbing the opportunity to break free of Soyeon’s efforts to pimp you out. You’re ready to confirm you and Changmin’s spot in the tournament, when you see that you’ve already been beaten to it. It takes absolutely everything in you not to let your jaw drop and your eyes to tear up.
Some girl who happens to be in your Lifespan Growth and Dev class (you think her name is Iseul) is draped over Changmin’s arm, signing them up for the first round. He doesn’t look like he wants to, but makes no effort to refuse her.
You don’t know why it irks you. It shouldn’t irk you.
You’ve never cared about who he spends his free time with in the past. It’s been so easy for you to let his behavior slide, brushing it under the rug like it was no biggie. But this time, you care a whole lot. You chalk it up to the fact that he was seemingly replacing you as his beer pong partner, even though that was the entire reason why he wanted you to come to the party.
Yeah. That’s why.
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips just as Hyunjae passes by, no doubtedly heading to the beer pong table. You catch the sleeve of his polo and force him to halt in his steps. You’re not even sure why the hell he’s wearing a polo in the first place, his outfit embodying the stereotypical frat boy perfectly. This looked nothing like his usual wardrobe.
“Oh, hey Y/N, what’s up?” He smiles that award-winning Hyunjae smile, the one that manages to charm every girl in the room every single time he pulls it out. He brings the brim of his red solo cup up to his lips and finishes whatever’s left in it with one swig. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Do you wanna be my beer pong partner?” Okay, well now you’ve said it so there’s no going back.
His eyebrow shoots up in a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise. “Me? You’re not gonna ask Changmin?”
“He’s…” Your eyes flitter over to where he stands with Iseul(?), Hyunjae’s following. No. You’re okay. This isn’t getting to your head at all. Everything’s cool and peachy. “He’s too preoccupied.”
Hyunjae chooses not to say anything, instead nudging you over to the opposite end of the table. Changmin’s eyes widen when he sees the two of you, even having the audacity to look scandalized. God, maybe that was his biggest fault. He was so entitled.
So, it was just fine for him to bail on you in favor of some girl he didn’t even know, but the second you talk to one of his frat brothers, it’s off the table? What a fucking hypocrite. The whole ordeal was actually beginning to get on your nerves now. All you wanted to do was win this stupid beer pong game to show him that he’ll never find a partner as good as you.
Woah. Holy shit, Y/N. You need to dial it back a bit with the possessiveness. That was a lot, especially for you.
Juyeon narrows his eyes at you and then glances over to Changmin, the cogs turning in his head slowly. You’re not sure if that’s because he’s so used to seeing you both on the same side of the beer pong table, or because his vision was so shitty. Either way, it has you cowering behind Hyunjae a little as he dips the ping pong ball into the cup of water in the center.
“Okay, you know the rules. Let’s have a healthy, friendly game,” Younghoon says, tapping the table with a smile. “No playing dirty. I’m looking at you, Hyunjae.”
The brunette raises his hands in surrender, doing a quick bout of rock, paper, scissors with Changmin to determine which team went first. He wins with a quirk of his lips, sauntering back over to you. After rolling his neck around and popping his fingers, he tosses the ball right into Changmin and Iseul’s center cup.
You hate to admit it, but Hyunjae’s actually pretty good at this. You’ve never really paid attention to anyone else’s beer pong skills considering you’ve only ever played with Changmin as your partner. Who knows, maybe you’ll switch over permanently after this. At least, you might if he keeps up whatever it is that he’s doing.
Your best friend’s jaw tightens as he grabs the red solo cup, chugging what’s inside. He huffs and takes his turn, nearly missing with the way the ball circles around the rim. He sighs in relief at the same time you grimace. You still hadn’t had anything to drink all night and starting with fucking beer was probably the worst idea.
The game probably would’ve been a bit more competitive had Iseul been decent at beer pong, but she sucked. So Hyunjae and yourself always kept your lead by one cup or more. Karma is a dish best served cold, or however the saying goes. And karma certainly presented itself in the form of Ji Changmin’s first ever TBZ beer pong tournament loss.
Hyunjae high fives you with a cheesy grin, lacing your fingers together and shaking them around. He presses a kiss to your temple and guides you away from the table as Juyeon and Younghoon clear it for the second round. It wasn’t odd for any of the TBZ boys to show you affection since you were like a sister to most of them, but this felt… kind of weird. You can’t pinpoint exactly why, but it made you feel off.
“You’re my secret weapon,” he laughs, hands burying into the pockets of his khaki shorts. “I’m gonna steal you as my partner permanently.”
As much as you joked around in your head, the truth of the matter was that you could never actually replace Changmin. In spite of him acting like a complete dumbass tonight, he was still your best friend. Not even the biggest of fights would change that fact.
Before you can dismiss him, Changmin is stalking over to you with a slight scowl. His nostrils flare a bit as he asks, “Can we talk?”
You barely nod and then he’s fisting the material of your top at the small of your back, urging you away from the living room. Your feet keep tripping over themselves while you attempt to match his pace but he’s too determined to reach his destination in mind to even notice. No one even bats an eye as you get ushered to your demise.
You’re coaxed into a nearby bathroom without a word, your best friend standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. Because you hadn’t seen him a majority of the night, you hadn’t gotten the chance to get a good look at him. He was wearing a long sleeve striped polo and some baggy jeans, which probably would look basic on anyone else. But this is Ji Changmin. Girls flocked after him for a reason.
“Why would you play with Hyunjae? You know the type of guy he is. Now he thinks he has a shot with you or something.” As soon as he opens his mouth, you remember the type of guy he is.
“What does it matter to you? You were too busy giggling with your flavor of the week. Of course I wasn’t gonna wait around for you.” You bite back, mirroring his stance.
“Flavor of the—?” His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and then everything settles in. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” you laugh humorlessly. “Don’t act all hypocritical with me, Changmin. I can’t believe I even came to this fucking party for you when you didn’t even bother giving me the same energy. Best friend, my ass.”
A scoff brushes past your lips and you turn to exit the bathroom, but he grabs your wrist. His grip isn’t too harsh, but it’s tight enough to stop you from going anywhere. “Wait. Don’t leave.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” Your eyes flick back and forth between his and the fingers wrapped around your forearm. And you know, you really should’ve predicted what would happen after that. The nature of your words were provocative in their own right, not to mention the tension brewing in the midst of your argument.
From one second to the next, Changmin’s mouth is on your own, your back pressed to the bathroom door. His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once; digging into your sides, running through your hair, caressing your face. You feel insane. Your head feels empty, no coherent thoughts running through it as his lips move against yours.
They migrate along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking wherever they feel fit. Everything is moving way too fast for you to comprehend what’s happening. His lips feel so good on your skin, you’re having trouble finding the strength in you to stop him. But you know you have to. This was your best friend, for god’s sake. And besides, you didn’t want to deal with the disappointment you’ve faced time and time again when it came to men. You couldn’t handle feeling that way toward him.
Your palm presses against his chest and you try your hardest to ignore the sensation of his heart thumping beneath it. Your eyes squeeze shut as you push him off of you gently. Not expecting the sudden disruption, he stumbles backwards slightly. He’s a little dazed, like he, too, has not a single thought in that brain of his.
“I can’t— we can’t—“ You’re breathless, heaving up and down as if you’d just ran a damn marathon. “I have to go.”
You don’t give Changmin any freedom to react, escaping the bathroom exasperated. There’s too much going through your mind to search for Soyeon, leaving the party as quickly as you can. The moment your foot steps out of the front door, it’s like you’re given some clarity. The fresh air feels cool on your warm skin while you take the walk back to your apartment, not in the mood to sit in a stuffy car with anyone else. You needed to think clearly and vulnerably, and someone being there would just hinder that.
But first, you had to figure out where to go from here.
It’s been a couple days since the last TBZ party and you were still avoiding Ji Changmin like he was the plague.
You were definitely wishful thinking when you decided to just ignore things until you had class together. And even then, you were planning on pretending like nothing even happened. Fucking up your friendship with him was something you couldn’t stand emotionally. Or physically. It would be akin to the pain of having your heart ripped straight from your chest.
Meeting Changmin when you did was almost like a blessing in disguise. His attitude about life was exactly what you needed coming into university. You were shy and scared of your new surroundings. You had no friends, you were far from your family, and your imposter syndrome was through the roof. But then he swooped in and made everything better somehow. As much as it was a snooze fest, you’ll eternally be a little bit grateful for sharing that First Year Seminar class with him.
Deep down, a piece of you has always belonged to Changmin. From that first day of freshman year to now, you’ve always held him to a different standard than everyone else. You liked to believe it was because he was your best friend, the one person who sought you out even when it felt like no one ever would. And until very recently, you kept trying to convince yourself that was the case.
If you slept together that might be worse. What if he ended up like every other guy you’ve landed in bed with? What if he couldn’t satisfy you? It would make it even more strained. You didn’t want to end up like every other girl who’s vied for his heart and failed miserably. He wasn’t a relationship person.
Falling for him alone would complicate everything. If he didn’t feel the same, it would be weird between you and your friendship would never go back to normal. Yet as you lay here, body bundled in your comforter and drowning in one of the many sweatshirts he’s left over at your apartment, scrolling through his feed, you realize that there’s no return from this point. Now that you’ve contemplated the idea, you’re too far in.
You know, the universe had funny ways of rewarding you. (Or rather, punishing you.)
There’s a knock at your front door. You’re not entirely sure who it could be since you weren’t expecting anyone, but one glance through the peephole and it’s all over for you. You consider stepping away, running and cowering in your bedroom until he disappears so you can go back to dissimulating that your entire life wasn’t crumbling to your feet.
“Y/N, I know you’re in there. Open up, please, we need to talk.”
You curse under your breath but unlock the door anyway, maneuvering so he can come inside with ease. Changmin stares at you with an unreadable expression for a minute, vision raking over your figure. Maybe you’re imagining it, but it’s something similar to how men have looked at you before, like they were undressing you with their eyes. That’s when you remember that you were wearing his sweatshirt.
Without pants underneath…
The wind knocks out of him in an instant, something primal coming over him when his gaze lands on you in his clothing. He knows he shouldn’t think about you the way he does. He shouldn’t think of how pretty you are when your pen is caught in your teeth, attempting to make sense of whatever your professor was talking about. He shouldn’t think of the way your cheeks flush when you’ve had too much alcohol at one of the TBZ parties. He shouldn’t think of kissing you, or pressing up against you like a dog in heat. He shouldn’t be thinking of the kiss you shared Friday night.
You’re his best friend, the one person in the world who has ever understood him. The one who’s always glued to his side even when he may be in the wrong. Why would he ever want something different? How could he ask for more when he should be thankful for what he was already given?
“Why are you pushing me away? Why are you ignoring me?” Is what he finally asks after the silence has become unbearable.
“Changmin,” you swallow thickly, hesitative with what you say next. “Friends don’t kiss— we don’t kiss.”
He takes a step forward, and then another, and then another until he’s only arms’ length from you. “But, we could.”
You release a shuddery breath, reaching out to stop him from coming any closer. “P-Please. We can’t do this— I can’t do this.”
“Why not?” He pushes. He knows he’s tiptoeing the edge of something else. There’s a fine line between what you have now, and what he’s wanted for so long. It’s always been a matter of if you wanted that too. “Is it because you just don’t want to?”
You’re not even sure how to respond to him. Of course you want this. It isn’t that you don’t want him. You’re more scared than anything. You’re scared of becoming just another victim of Ji Changmin’s charms, of giving into him and it leading to another let down. Your resistance is evident on your face, and you’re not all that taken aback when he sighs.
“I’ve wanted you since that first day of First Year Seminar, Y/N. No one has ever compared to you and no one ever will,” he confesses, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I sleep with random girls to get you off my mind, to forget that I’m pretty fucking in love with my best friend.”
Then it all clicks.
It’s like you’ve come to the biggest realization of your life, an epiphany striking you suddenly with the weight of a freight train. It all trickles into place, the reason why you’ve never enjoyed yourself during sex. The reason why you’ve never finished at the hands of any man you’ve been with intimately.
None of them were Ji Changmin. None of them were the best friend that your heart has belonged to since your freshman year.
You press your lips to his without any warning, nearly colliding into him with the force of your impatience. He reciprocates immediately, fingers tangling in your hair and holding you closer than physically possible. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, tongue dragging along his lower lip. Years of repressed longing and pining find themselves surfacing in this one kiss.
Changmin’s hands travel to your waist, burrowing into the fabric of his sweatshirt as he yanks you toward the couch. He falls to a sitting position when the backs of his knees hit the edge, your knees resting on either side of his lap. You don’t break apart once, not even to gasp for air as he grinds you down onto him. Through the material of his cargos you can feel him. He’s just as throbbing as you are, your core pulsing with a need unlike any other.
His fingers reach for the hem of the sweatshirt and that’s when you pause him, your nerves getting the best of you. He frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just,” admitting this a second time isn’t easier. “I’ve never— nobody’s ever made me… you know…”
The corners of his lips curl up, thumbs rubbing the backs of your thighs. “You’ve never came before, baby?”
Your breathing stutters in your chest, the smugness of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. You should’ve fully expected him to be a master at pillowtalk, what with the whole Sex-God persona and all that jazz, but it still catches you off guard. You shake your head shyly, arms hooked around his neck. His mouth attaches to the spot behind your ear, sucking the skin tenderly.
“I’ll make sure you’re ruined for anyone else,” his voice is no louder than a whisper, but sounds deafening to the cotton stuffing the place where your brain should be. “I’ll make you feel so good, you won’t think twice about who you belong to.”
A small whine emits from your throat, hips gyrating themselves onto his crotch. He bucks up into you instinctively, keeping you still on his lap. The sheer possessiveness of his tone is driving you up the wall. That seemed to be something you had in common with each other. You’re lightheaded, too many layers of clothing blocking the space between you. Changmin connects your lips again, sliding his hands beneath the sweatshirt so his fingers can hook into the waistband of your panties.
He helps you out of them and your top, baring your entire body to him. The way his cock twitches makes him feel like a goddamn teenager. You paw at the zipper of his pants as he pulls off his t-shirt, tugging the cargos down his legs so you can kneel between them. If he thought he wasn’t going to last before, he’s certain of it now. He wraps your hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail, watching you with hooded eyes as you kiss his tip.
“You look so gorgeous like this,” his voice is wavering, his composure drifting off.
That encourages you to take him into the wet heat of your mouth, tongue twirling around the tip. You run it along his slit, tasting the precum that had formed there. His head falls back onto the sofa cushions, jerking his hand back a bit and tugging your hair just enough for it to sting. You moan around his dick, the pain providing more pleasure than its intended purpose.
He bucks up into your mouth yet again, his length gliding down your throat. Not prepared for the intrusion, you gag, pulling off of his cock with a string of saliva bridging your lips to the tip. Tears prick at your eyes for a second, and then you’re going back in.
This time you manage to relax your throat, fitting more than you could prior. Changmin’s eyes are half lidded, not once daring to look anywhere that wasn’t you. The sight of you so eager to please, so desperate to reward him in spite of you being the one who’s never orgasmed before, was clouding his thinking.
The image of you on your knees, sucking him off like your life depended on it, would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. (Not that he minded. You lived there practically rent free, anyways.)
Your attention stays on the tip of his cock, tongue repeatedly alternating with dragging under the head and the slit on top. He could die happily, actually, the fear that he may never have you in this way finally dissipating into thin air. Want could only take a man so far.
He doesn’t stay sentimental for very long, remembering that you were currently between his legs and the inner monologue could wait for later. Though, he makes the grave mistake of making direct eye contact with you and it’s game over after that point.
Changmin finishes with a groan, his cum painting your chest with milky white ropes. He cups both sides of your face, bringing you up to kiss you messily. He doesn’t care that he can taste himself in your mouth, nipping your bottom lip to pry it open. The two of you swap spots, with him now on the floor and you on the couch. He pushes up your knees, spreading them to gain access to your cunt, glistening with your slick.
He presses a soft kiss to your clit, glancing up at you through his lashes to gauge your reaction. He not only had a reputation to defend, but he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was going to be the first man to make you cum. But it wasn’t sufficient to just fuck you, he needed to do more than that. He needed to flood your senses and show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on.
His tongue circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his ring and middle fingers going counter-clockwise on your entrance. He can hear the laboring of your breathing, the sharp exhale through your nostrils when he experimentally slides one of them inside of you. He starts to pump it slowly, building up the pace until he adds the other finger, curling them.
You whine when Changmin’s lips envelope your clit, suckling like a man starved. His fingers south don’t halt their assault, the palm of his other hand flattening on your lower stomach. You reach down to card through his hair, clutching the strands for support. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations contributing to the knot growing tighter in your abdomen.
He switches his tongue and fingers a moment later, lapping at your hole and swiping at your clit in a close ovular pattern with his thumb. You’re dizzy, lids fluttering shut and back arching off the cushions in a weak attempt to minimize the space between you. Changmin pins down your hips with his forearm, continuing making out with your cunt.
He flips the stimulation once more, mouth on your clit and fingers buried deep inside of you in an instant. He keeps his eyes on you, focused on every scrunch of your face and slacking of your jaw. The sudden difference in sensations has a loud moan ripping from your vocal cords, that knot coming undone almost too quickly for it being your first time in this position. You feel his lips turn up in a smile, like he’s proud of himself for doing the impossible.
Changmin pulls back slightly, his fingers still working you down from your peak. When he thinks you’ve calmed, he’s up and kissing you, petting your hair gently. “You did so well for me, baby.”
“I’ve made myself cum so many times before, but never like that— holy shit, Changmin…” You’re a little stunned and he finds it cute, despite you both being in such a compromising situation.
“I need you to give me one more, is that okay?” He lays you on your back, hovering over you. “I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock.”
You pull him down for another kiss, pecking the side of his neck with a hum. “Want you to fill me up, too.”
The groan that leaves him is guttural, his forehead falling onto your collarbone. Dreams really do come true. He hikes up one of your legs, lining himself up with you. He guides his cock into you and watches you for any moves of discomfort. A whimper bubbles past as he slips in, bottoming out smoothly. Half of you still couldn’t believe this was happening. No fucking way was Ji Changmin on top of you right now, dick compressed in your cunt to the hilt.
He holds your knee to your chest as he begins to thrust his hips, driving his cock deep from the get go. Each motion jostles you further up the sofa, but you’re too gone to care. Your eyes have started to roll to the back of your head and you already feel that pressure rising in the pit of your stomach.
At this rate, you’re not sure you’ll last very long. You’re still extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and Changmin’s plowing into you like he might never get the chance to do it again.
“You’re so— fuck— you’re so tight, baby… Squeezing me in like you don’t wanna let me go,” he rasps, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and carrying them down your jugular.
You moan something about how deep he is, about how you can feel him everywhere. It’s too much. It’s not enough. And despite him giving you everything he has to offer, you crave more. You’re yearning for more.
Something in you snaps and you’re cradling his face in your hands. “Love you so much, Changmin. Wanna be with you forever.”
His eyes widen at your off-kilter confession, but he doesn’t cease once. If anything, his speed increases as he kisses you passionately, noses bumping but so far on the spectrum from the others. This one is more emotional, more meaningful. It’s not long before he’s spilling into you, moaning against your lips. You follow closely behind, your second orgasm cresting like a tidal wave.
You stay like that for a minute, both of you soaking it all in. Your chests meet in the middle with each breath you take.
Changmin pulls out of you carefully, laying so you can rest comfortably on top of him. A smile inches across his feature, like he was on the inside of a joke you weren’t. You raise an eyebrow at him.
“What…”
“Nothing, it’s just,” he brushes some of your hair from your forehead to leave a smooch there. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you how I felt for a while now. I just wanted to assure that you wouldn’t scream in my face and run the opposite direction. But you went ahead and beat me to it.”
“You meant what you said about the other girls?” You nibble at the skin of your cheek, nervous. “You slept with them to distract yourself from me? Even Iseul?”
He nods, albeit a little shamefully. “Not my proudest moment, I’ll say. I could’ve gone about it a million other ways. But yeah, I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you just because I couldn’t get my feelings in check.”
“You’re stupid,” you laugh, cuddling further into him. “It’s a good thing I’m kind of into that.”
“Kind of?” He quirks a brow at you. “I don’t know, you were saying something about loving me so much and wanting to be with me forever earlier…”
You smack his chest playfully. “Shut up. That was a moment of weakness or whatever.”
“It’s okay,” he smiles at you fondly, as if you were the reason that the sun shone so brightly. “I love you, too. And I wouldn’t mind being with you forever.”
➺ Drink - Mimosa with a shot of vodka (aka one-night stand!au x public sex)
➺ Summary - All you wanted was to just drink the night away and forget about all of your problems, but what if someone offers you something much better than alcohol? Would you be able to reject the offer?
➺ Word Count - 1,881
➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), cursing, alcohol consumption, reader is pretty much drunk, messy makeouts, petnames (sweetheart, baby), dirty talk, hickeys, blowjob, cum tasting, public sex (which is also kinda rough-ish), unprotected p in v, hair pulling, reader digs her nails into Changmin's back 🫣
➺ Author’s note - hehe it's my turn for my contribution to our octoberfest collab!! surprise surprise this is written for my lovely @sungbeam / @beamtori happiest birthday 妹 i love you to the moon and back 😚❤️ this is also inspired by baekhyun's song so i highly suggest listening to it while reading this 🤭 (also hi hello @kyaroscuro 😙)
The sounds of the blaring music coming out from the speakers of the club were now beginning to annoy the fuck out of you instead of making you go high a couple of hours prior.
It has been a pretty rough week at work, and you needed a change of environment after being glued to your computer screen from 8 a.m. to 6 a.m. throughout the week. So you figured it wouldn’t hurt to visit a newly opened club just a few blocks from your apartment.
Seoul was a bustling city, after all, so it’s without a doubt that the nightlife here is pretty wild and can last till sunrise the next day. It wasn’t something you were particularly fond of at the beginning since you grew up by the beach, but you figured that you had to accept it if you wanted to survive in the big city.
Naturally, the club slowly became a place of comfort for you every once in a while after your co-workers introduced you to the party scene. You used to be terrified of even entering such places, but over time, you have loosened up and enjoyed the feeling of getting high once in a while—especially after a hectic week at work.
Instead of calling your regulars up for company, you challenged yourself by going to the club alone. As much as you love your friends, there are also times when you rather enjoy your little alone time by yourself and take in everything that has happened throughout the week.
So off you went as you grabbed one of your jackets hanging by the doorstep, and you quickly made your way into the club by showing your ID. It was one of the largest ones you’ve been to, and it would’ve been a lie to say that you were slightly overwhelmed being in such places all alone.
Thinking of the best solution to calm your nerves, you head straight for the bar—order a cup of mimosa with a splash of vodka and almost chugging it down with a single gulp. Once the alcohol hit your systems, you knew that there was no turning back before you started ordering a couple more drinks to last throughout the night.
Before you finally came to your senses, the bartender had to step in to stop you in your tracks—worrying that the amount of alcohol in your system would eventually bring out the opposite effect that you were planning to have. Frustrated, you snatched the bottle of vodka in his hand before slamming down a massive chunk of dollar bills onto the counter before you decided that it was good to get some fresh air at this point.
Eventually, you didn’t end up too far from the club, where you spotted a dimly lit alleyway where you could lean back against the wall and drink to your heart's content. You couldn’t care less if people were passing by and were giving you looks—you just needed some time alone.
Right before you were about to hit the halfway mark of drinking the vodka, a hand suddenly extended out from the side and grabbed your wrist—the figure slowly moving up close to you so that the one sole light source in the alleyway shone upon their faces, revealing a seemingly rather tall and good looking man.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think it’s wise for you to finish that entire bottle like that. You’re going to have a horrible hangover after this,” he spoke firmly, his hand now wrapping over the bottle to try to take it away from your hands.
“Who are you, and why do you care? Leave me the hell alone! I can do whatever I want~” You slurred, slowly getting all worked up as the alcohol was taking control of your consciousness.
But it seemed as if the man wasn’t going to give up easily, and he yanked the bottle away from your hands and placed it far up above his head, causing you to jump up and down, trying to reach for your liquor.
“Stop it! Give it back to me!” You argued as you continued jumping before you realised that you accidentally stepped on the male’s shoe before falling straight into his embrace—his other free hand now wrapping around your waist.
Your legs immediately go numb when you whiff the perfume he is wearing—a hint of vanilla with a mix of peony, which also happens to be one of your favourites. Unbeknownst to you, you slowly buried your face in the crook of his neck, your heavy breathing hitting the surface of his skin.
The male was slightly taken aback by that sight, but he finally reassured you by caressing your hair a little bit before trying to pull you away so that he could talk to you face to face. “Let me escort you home, hmm? You’re better at crashing straight down onto the bed in your current state.”
However, you refused to budge. “No~ I still can drink! I wanna drink!”
The male shook his head for a while, seemingly trying to come up with something that could help distract you for a bit before he felt something on his pants.
Or rather, his dick.
The moment he looked down, your hands were slowly caressing his bulge as you looked at him full of lust. It was definitely the alcohol that made you feel this way, not to mention that invigorating scent of his that just made you want to have him.
In the blink of an eye, you dove right in and crash your lips against his, moving your tongue around messily. The moment you felt his lips against yours, you knew you would not return home anytime soon. There was this pineapple scent on his lips—possibly from the liquor he had before crashing into you, or it was some sort of flavoured lip balm he had put on for the night.
Either way, it made you crave more, and you began to move your lips around messily before the male overpowered you by refuting back the same action.
“Oh, now you’ve done it, sweetheart.”
Without warning, he immediately pushed you to the walls of the alleyway before kissing you feverishly. He quickly pulled your collar down to expose that little part of your skin before he moved down to lick your sensitive spot. The moans slowly filled the alleyway and eventually the quiet night, and you did the same by unzipping his pants to dive your hands into his pants to feel him raw.
“You like what you feel, baby? Do you wanna taste it?” The male smirked in between his kisses.
“Y-Yes, p-please I want it so bad, umm-”
“Ji Changmin, but just call me Changmin will do sweetheart,” he huffed before taking in a deep breath to continue unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your bra.
As the tension in the air grew, you immediately bent down to pull out his full length before shoving it all into your throat. It hurt a little when you felt his cock tugging at the back of your throat, but the taste of it was what kept you going.
His precum that was oozing out slightly from his tip tasted exactly like pineapples, just like the one on his lips that you had kissed earlier. And god, this was so much better than the vodka you were chugging down minutes ago.
“It tastes good, doesn’t it? Much better than all of the alcohol you had consumed for the night, huh?” Changmin groaned as he grabbed a fistful of your hair to push your head deeper, making sure you wouldn’t put any of his liquids to waste.
“Mhm-mhm…” You responded to his comment as you tried to keep your mouth as wide open as you possibly could—god, you wished you could suck on this delicious cock all day long.
With a few more jerks, you were beginning to feel more of his cum oozing out before you knew that he was close. So you decided to quicken the pace before he eventually gave in to release everything into your mouth, and you made sure to swallow every single drop of them before standing back up to wipe the excess off your lips.
“God…you taste so sweet, Changmin…W-What’s your secret?” You asked while catching your breath.
“Would you like to find out?” He asked with a sly smile on his face before pinning you against the wall once more to lift one of your legs and pull your underwear aside to rub his dripping cock at your entrance. “Tell me how good I taste, baby. Give it to me one more time.”
You rolled your eyes back the moment he pushed his whole length inside of you, tearing your tight walls apart. As he slowly quickened up the pace, you slammed one of your hands up against the wall as you wrapped your fingers around the concrete—the adrenaline rushing through your veins with the stimulation you were feeling with the alcohol and having sex with him at the same time.
“God! You’re so fucking good, Changmin!” You screamed as every push he made just made you crave more—the pain was now the least of your worries as you both went on for minutes.
“You want it deeper? Do you think you can handle all of it?” He challenged with a smirk on his face.
“Y-Yes! Give it all to me!”
“You like how sweet I taste, sweetheart?”
“Very! Ugh, harder. Harder! Changmin!”
God, what a mess you’ve been for tonight.
But this sight of you was a blessing to his eyes, and he was going to make sure you remember every inch of his cock and how it feels throughout your thick, sensitive walls. Most importantly, he was going to ensure that you were going to remember his taste forever.
“Hngh- I’m gonna cum, baby-” Changmin groans.
“Cum all of it for me, do it inside-” You pleaded as you placed your other hand onto his shoulders—your fingers digging deep into his skin.
With a simple scoff that came out from his mouth, Changmin did a few more hard and deep thrusts before ejecting all of his warm, sweet liquid into you, having the excess ones drip down onto the floor as you both moaned out loud together at the same time.
When you came down from your high, Changmin leaned in to give you a soft, gentle peck on the lips before he moved some strands of your hair that had fallen onto your face throughout that tremendous workout you both had. “So, do you still want your vodka, sweetheart?”
“Not anymore, now that I’ve tried something better,” you replied breathlessly as you rested one of your fingers on his chest, drawing circles to tease him for a bit.
“Something tells me you want to stay, and you haven’t got enough of the sweet juices out of me, huh?” He chuckled.
You simply just give him a teasing smile before you turn your back against him and bend down to rest against the walls as your hand reaches behind for his dripping cock to adjust it to your entrance once more.
“It’s all your fault that I got lost in your sweetness, Ji Changmin.”
Warnings: kissing, pet names, reader is mentioned to be horrible at dancing like once (sorry. for the sake of the fic), possible grammar mistakes
Networks: @deoboyznet 🤍
a/n: thankies to @from-izzy and @yudaies for reading this beforehand and validating <3 👹
It was a lovely day—not because of the weather per se, but more due to the warmth that filled your heart as you watched your handsome fiancé. You spent your day off from work holding him close to you, talking about all sorts of things while peppering each other’s faces with soft kisses and sweet pecks. Times like these were his favourite ones as well—you updating him on how your week went, while he either played with your hair or caressed your back, listening to you attentively. Today is one of those days.
After doing nothing but laughing together like two teenagers in love, you were now waiting for him to come out of the shower, playing with your sweet puppy when the dainty piece of jewelry that hugged your finger caught your attention again. You took your time to admire the way it stood out in contrast with your pet’s brown fur, a smile stretching your lips as your heart swelled with pride—you really are Ji Changmin’s fiancée. A squeal escaped your lips as your lover’s frame appeared at the doorstep, rolling his eyes playfully at your reaction (when, in fact, he was the happiest man because it was him who had this effect on you, being the reason for your happiness for quite a while). You already knew he was used to your reaction, hence you didn’t even get embarrassed anymore—instead your eyes stopped on the way his arms flexed while he dried his hair with the towel, a few droplets of water streaming on his skin and down his comfortable t-shirt. Your pet seemed excited to see him as well as it started to move its tail happily, inviting him into your little happiness bubble.
“C’mere, sweetheart,” you gestured, raising your hands just enough to take the towel from his.
He gave it to you and smiled contently when you started drying his hair, massaging his scalp in the process as the fresh smell of his shampoo engulfed your senses. His hair was soft, the wet strands occasionally tickling your skin, making you chuckle once more. You lean to press a kiss on his temple, then his nose, and finally, his lips.
“Missed me, angel?”
You smiled and was about to answer, when you saw him not even paying attention to you but the little puppy cuddling next to him instead. Your heart bubbled with happiness as you watched him hold Ghana close to his chest, not wasting any time before taking your phone from the nightstand and snapping a few pictures of the wholesome moment. “These are going to get framed,” you thought, already picturing your dream house, full of frozen pictures and memories of moments like this one.
“Oh, guess someone else missed me too—right, pretty puppy?” He kissed the pet’s nose and put him back on the bed, plopping his head into your lap instead.
“I missed you too, darling,” he admitted sincerely, grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers until they touched the precious jewel that he was so nervous to give to you.
His fingers hovered over it, making him smile while remembering the beautiful, yet emotional moment of his proposal. He was the happiest man when you said yes to the magic question, secretly screaming about it to his friends. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss on your ring finger, roaming around your soft skin for a bit before he raised his head to press your lips together in a sweet kiss, smiling almost immediately at the contact. He cupped your cheek in the process, pressing your foreheads together as you caught your breaths. You saw his dimples pop up in some sort of mischievous smile—what kind of idea popped in his mind?
“Wanna dance, my love?” he suddenly asked, already taking his phone to start searching for a slow song.
You were horrible at it, but how could you say no? He guided you to the middle of the living room, one hand around your waist as you had one on his shoulder, your free hande interlocking together. Your fingers were interlaced with his as you swayed your bodies to the slow rhythm of the background music, the shiny proof of your love adorning your finger perfectly. You both giggled when you occasionally tripped over your legs—but it didn’t matter as long as you were in each other’s embrace. It was a lovely day—not because of the weather per se, but more due to the warmth that filled your heart as you created precious memories with the love of your life.
summary: all your parents could hear about Changmin, is that how amazing and perfect he is. So it was time to finally introduce him to your family.
author's note: oh.my.god. big thanks to @myraet for proofreading this and giving me feedback on this oneshot. i have a big massive tbz brainrot rn, so I hope the tbz community finds this!
warnings: softdom!changmin, choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, toy play
divider: @cafekitsune
enjoy!♡
Changmin keeps his hands steadily on the dresser in front of your bodies, his chest pressed up against your back as he keeps panting into your ear. You feel like your whole body is on fire, the control you once had over you long gone as you feel the curve of his cock molding into you, the pressure of his member making you moan out uncontrollably as he keeps pounding into you from the back.
“Give me your hands.” He breathes, his nose nudging your red cheek as his hip is moving against you without stopping. You try to wrap your head around the things surrounding you, understanding what he wants in a single glance. At his command, you put both of your delicate hands towards him with a whine, until he takes them and presses against your lower back with one of his hands.
“Think you can keep quiet, baby? Or you want your parents to hear their perfect daughter getting fucked like a dumb whore in her childhood room?” His words are harsh,but his tone is not unkind. You shake your head once, squeezing your eyes as you slowly feel your consciousness slip away from you. “N..no..I was just–” you tried to reply softly, your voice not above the sounds of your bodies meeting.
Your boyfriend chuckles, his hand keeping your wrists together tightly as his eyes rank down from your face to your lips, seeing it tremble with anticipation. “Just what? You wanted this baby, you couldn’t act in front of your family and had to think with your pussy, hm?” He asked, his voice low and steady as he slows down his movements, his hand still keeping you in place even when you whine again.
“W..what are you d..doing?” with a trembling voice you try to glance back at your boyfriend, only just to see him fully pull out of you, feeling the emptiness filling you up immediately earning a groan from you. Changmin wasn’t the type to deny an orgasm from you, if anything he would always make sure that you felt good. Wherever you two were, he always made you cum before he would let his own climax reach,he always thought that is what you wanted. It was comfortable this way. But there were times when he felt…more risky.
So when you see him reach for something on the dresser, something very familiar you swallowed hard,your fingers slightly trembling in his hand. “Minnie, please..” you murmur, a thrill of nervous anticipation coursed through you,your body already responding to his touch as he drags his finger on your exposed asscheek. His touch makes your whole body shiver in nervousness, your body unconsciously moving away from the cold toy and his fingers.
“Don’t you run away from it now,doll.Take it,and make me proud.” he practically whispers the last part into the air, your heart beating against your ribcage like it wants to break out.
The path his finger is tracing is dangerously close to your backside,his smirk only growing when you push yourself more against his touch, a silent agreement hung in the air. “You said it hurt somewhere, right?” he asked softly, his voice making you subject your body under his spell as you revive the moment from a minute ago before you two find yourselves in your old room.
All your parents could hear from you is how precious and kind your boyfriend, Changmin, is. It was true though, he was the nicest and sweetest person you know. Always one step ahead of you, whatever you needed or just thought about he placed it right in front of your feet in a second. With a small smile, he would kiss your temple and wish you a nice day before leaving for work. Your parents knew exactly that Changmin was an idol, so they would often watch him on TV, saying that their son-in-law is a famous singer. It was always a pleasure and flattery for Changmin whenever your parents would be all lovey dovey over him, his dimples flashing in an instant for them in adoration.
In your relationship, it was time for you two to finally meet up with the parents. Changmin finally had a free day, so he insisted on going to the family reunion on the weekend so he can get to know your family better. You introduced him to your parents finally, to your extended family and whatnot. You didn’t really care. All your focus was on Changmin the minute you saw him wearing an all black suit, his hair pushed back so his sculpted features decorated his appearance.
It was over for you, to say at least.
Of course, you saw him in variants of clothes before, but for some reason seeing him dressed up like this at a family event just for you, made your stomach flip and erupt in butterflies. It was so hot for no particular reason, your whole body setting up on fire the more you stayed next to him. But you tried to keep yourself together, trying not to show how much he affected you.
It was all good, until he noticed your change of behaviour.
His sharp eyes noticed the way you would take a breath, chest rising and falling slowly with lust and temptation, your chest flushed with red color as well as your cheeks as you would rank your eyes everywhere but on his. Your fingers fidgeting with each other in your lap, thighs pressed together in a way only he knows.So he wasn’t surprised when it was all coming together for you. So when you dared to place one of your hands on his upper thigh, leaning in closer to him to whisper, “Minnie, I need you.” he tries to suppress his smirk.
His pants immediately tighten at your doe eyes, staring up at him, unable to deny your wishes. When he doesn’t say anything, you continue so only he hears. “It really hurts, Changmin.”
And then it all collapses.
In no time, he had you in front of a dresser with a mirror, pressed up against it as he flipped your skirt upwards so he could get access to your dripping core. It felt so good finally feeling his slender fingers entering your warm walls, making you arch your back against his chest at the delicious euphoria. Your head up in the clouds, Changmin’s eyes focusing on your whole swallowing his digits like it had a vice grip on them. The whole ecstasy was cut off with a quick and sudden knock on your door, making you snap your head up at your mother’s voice asking you a simple question.
But did that bother Changmin? No, if anything, it made him continue so he can win an answer out of you. Something, to make you feel just a bit embarrassed
“Tell me, where did it hurt the most? Here?” He whispers, his lips close to your ear, his voice adding another pleasure waving through your body as you think further into this scenario. Your mother is on the other side of the door, waiting for you to answer her question as you feel Changmin slowly dragging the vibrator between your wet, puffy folds, making your arch against his chest. With a simple moan of yes, you throw your head on his shoulder, his lips finding your exposed neck immediately like he has been waiting for you to do that. His soft lips melts on your sensitive skin, your stomach jumping into a knot when you feel him suck and nip at the area. His teeth grazing against it to fracture more desire, throwing you into a deep pit so his words lead you just where he wants you to be.
“Where else? Show me.” His words hit you like a train, snapping you back to reality in a second at his siren voice, your hands immediately grabbing his. You take it to your clit without a doubt, the feeling of the tip of his finger grazing the puffy bundle of nerves nearly makes you scream into the thick air of your room. The teasing tone in his voice pairing with the way he carefully touches you sends a new shock wave where you need him the most.
“Please, touch me there Changmin.” you sob, your mascara pooling at the base of your neck at this point as you try to suffer through his acts.
Your boyfriend chuckles lowly, his lips attached on your earlobe now as he softly bites the flesh. His hand with the silver vibrator presses it closer to your dripping hole, the buzzing sensation making your thighs tremble more when his other hand finally lands on your clit. Rhythmically, he presses the toy to your core at the same speed as he circles your clit with anticipation. “Answer your mother, Y/N.” He whispers lowly when you let out a moan, the sound of the toy not even suppressing the noises you let out. “Do it.”
Helplessly, you take a breath and try to put together a comprehend sentence. “Y..yes, mom?”
It doesn’t go unnoticed by Changmin the way your voice trembles, this little act making his cock unbearably stand against your ass as he moves the toy in and out of you. The squelching noises fill the room along with his panting and your pleas. “Does your mom know how much of a whore you sound when you’re with me?” Changmin grunts, his hand speeding up. At his question, your mother ironically answers with a simple sentence; your cousins are going to sleep in the room beside yours, warning the two of you to keep quiet.
“How you beg for my cock every night?” he gently pushes the toy against your walls, making you cry out loud and falling forward on the dresser. He quickly attaches the palm of his hand on your mouth, your eyes rolling back when you feel him using the toy in a different angle.
“I wonder what would she say if she sees you like this.” The knot inside your stomach is building up the more and more he talks, the never ending buzzing feeling of the toy making you feel dizzy. “Dripping for me so nicely. That’s right baby, grind on it like it’s my cock.”
You moan against his palm, your whole body shaking in his hold as he continues his torture on you. When you finally feel yourself reaching your climax, you feel like everything goes white as you slump against the dresser, catching Changmin’s gaze at the last minute in the reflection of the mirror. You give yourself away to the feeling, your orgasm coming at you like a splash of cold water, ripping through your veins as uncontrollably moans into his palm.
Changmin lets your arousal drip from your hole when he pulls out the toy, his other hand caressing your back when he slowly leaned forward next to your ear, his other hand holding the machine in front of your mouth. Before you could even come down from your high, he nudges your puffy lips with it. “Lick it clean.” he murmurs against your ear again, his voice calm and deep as he keeps eye contact in the mirror. You don’t think twice, you attach your lips around the toy, your tongue swirling around it like it was his cock you’ve been waiting for all night. “Atta girl, being so good for me.”
“Channie,please..” with a pop you pull away from the toy, looking at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, your makeup completely ruined by his ruthless words. “I need you.”
“You just had me, baby. Wasn’t this enough?”
You can’t help but whine, your cockdrunk side already coming out. “Not like this..”
“Then how, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.” his words caressing the side of your face, his eyes never leaving yours. You meekly close your eyes for a second, then take a breath.
“Your cock, Changmin. I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes practically followed the way your lips said those exact words, his head spinning from how much lust you laced it with. His hardness poking immediately at your ass when you push your backside back onto him, your hips wiggling to punctuate your words. “Please, Minnie..”
How could he say no to you? Just as you can’t say no to him.
So he takes a breath and pushes your body more forward into the dresser, one of his veiny hands holding your hips tightly in place, his other grabbing your shoulder to make you arch your back more into his way. It was undeniable that Changmin had so much power over you, somehow always making you feel so small beside him. His voice alone made you do unspeakable things without saying twice, and it has always been like that in your relationship.
Not like you mind.
With a deep groan he slides his already wet cock between your arousal coated folds, exhaling lowly at the feeling of sliding so easily between your bodies. The way your cum coats his curved cock, his red tip poking dangerously at your entrance for relief makes you sigh dreamily, wishing to feel him filling you up already once again.
Without another minute passing he pushes in slowly, your warm walls hugging him immediately, fitting him like a glove when he slides all the way in. Changmin notices your arousal dripping from the sides, sliding all the way down on your thigh until it reaches your knee stockings you wore for today's event. It makes him smirk even more, how much of a mess you just made because of a simple toy.
“You’re getting cockdrunk already?” He asks when he sees your eyes coated with another thick layer of tears, not even able to hold eye contact with him anymore. “Look away again and I’ll stop.” He groaned,almost hearing his control slipping away from him.
At his tone you’re trying to overcome the feeling of your climax building up again, your walls spasming around him uncontrollably, your cries getting louder and louder even when you know you should keep quiet. The thrill of others hearing how good he’s treating you overflows you. When you pick your head up and look deeply into his eyes, you feel like you’re getting eaten alive. It sends a shiver down your back when you see him straighten himself up, his dress shirt messed up from the way you were trying to grab onto something, a few pieces of hair covering his eyes and rolls of sweat decorating his vein-covered neck.
You feel him thrusting into you now, with long and slow thrusts,making sure you feel every inch of him. “Mnngh…Minnie, you stretch me out so much..” With a whimper you push yourself back onto him, making him let out a breathy moan.
“F..fuck, baby, stop pushing me out.” He moans eventually, looking down between your bodies with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m not done with you until you’re squirting all over my cock.”
You let out a cry as you feel him thrusting into you deeply, his tip hitting your cervix with tensile strength, his body grinding into you with force as one of his hands slides around your flushed neck from the back. “There’s a good girl..taking all this cock like a champ, aren’t you?”
“Changmin..” You gasp out helplessly, your body no longer under your control. His hand sitting prettily around your neck makes you moan again, his fingers slightly cutting off your airway.
“Taking it all for me…I’m so proud of you.”
Changmin’s eye gleamed with something primal as he pulled back slightly, his snap of his hips getting quicker and deeper. “Show me how you can come for me again.” He didn’t ask for it. He wants you to come for him again, to show him how much power he has over you. So with his other hand, he takes the vibrator again and pushes it to the max, slowly taking it towards your already wet clit. When you realize what he’s about to do, you can’t help but look away in a squirm and take what he’s giving you.
The sound of the vibrator’s low hum filled the room along with the snapping noises of your bodies, your constant whimpers and his low grunts as he teased you where you needed him the most. You could feel your orgasm building. the heat pooling deep within you, your breaths ragged as he continued his cruel pace.
With a desperate whimper, you came for the second time, feeling the thick and heavy juice of yours coating his thick cock as he moaned at the feeling, throwing his head back when he felt your cum dripping around his member. “Yeah baby,is this all for me?”
With a weak nod, you answer. “Just for you, Channie~~” You whimper out one last time, your body only held up by his hands folded around you.
A satisfied smile spread over his lips as he grabbed you and turned you around by your neck, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it around his waist to enter you once again. It takes only one glance to see a visible bulge forming at the pit of your stomach, your eyes rolling back at the sensation of how deep he is.
“Feel this? You’re mine.” He whispered, his voice firm but intimate,as if sharing a secret with you. His hand threw the vibrator somewhere behind him, finding your cheek as he directed your gaze on his again.
“Say it.” He demanded, pushing one of his fingers onto your push lips to force your mouth to slide open.
“I’m yours. I’m yours Changmin.” You whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as he picked up his pace again, now your body molding into one with the dresser.
He smirks again and leans down, kissing your lips for the first time since you two came here. His teeth immediately graze over your bottom lip, his tongue earning access from the moan you let out at his brutal pace. You felt it coming – the way he leans more into you, into the kiss, his hips stammering over his own thrusts. Just as he knew your body like the back of his palm, you knew his. Changmin grunts into the kiss, his breathing ragged just like yours – his other hand pushing your hips down to meet with his.
With a final thrust, spurts of come coated the insides of yours, his moans filling the room along with yours as you come for the third time tonight. Your body writhe under his as he tries to keep you close to his body, your mixed arousals dripping everywhere between you. Changmin takes a finger and gathers some on it, holding it up for you once again to lick it. His eyes follow the way you lick his finger with anticipation, kissing you deeply after calming himself down.
summary: because nothing can truly stop you from meeting a cutie, not even your allergies!
genre: college au | cat cafe employee!changmin, strangers to lovers, fluff, (secret) mutual pining :D
warnings: none
wc: 1.8k words
an: when maki sent that detailed request, i could easily picture out the scene, it was amazing... it's so easy to write for a fluffy changmin, my goodness i love him i love him 😟🫶🏼 thank you maki for sending this sweet sweet req <3
you were leaning your head on the pole before lifting it off it to look down at your feet. something brushed your legs before you had the chance to hear it coming. after taking off one side of your headphones, you were able to hear it again.
pit-pat-pit-pat…
footsteps. a lost kitten.
“oh, kitty,” you immediately reached down to pet the cat, but froze mid-way before frantically opening your backpack.
you rummaged through your bag for your astelin, even though you knew it was useless to keep searching. having it on hand would have been for nothing anyway since you would need half an hour for the medication to work or else you start-
“ahh-achoo!” you sneezed, realizing you had been crouching down all this time after setting your bag down on the ground.
the kitten’s cute little face was less than 2 feet away from yours.
waking up 20 minutes later bought you more time to sleep after studying late last night, but remembering to take your allergy meds also happened to be at the bottom of your priorities.
“i should have known i forgot something- aah- ah-choo -important today…” you sighed, “i changed my bag because of finals.”
still, you couldn’t resist petting the cat. its collar caught your eye, the pendant in front was dangling along as the kitten walked around. chewy, as engraved, seems to be its name.
“chewy? are you lost? sweetie, how can i help bring you home?” you flipped the pendant revealing a phone number and a name.
ji changmin.
“just wait for a little bit, chewy, okay? we’ll get you back home in no time!” you smiled at the kitten, holding back another sneeze unsuccessfully.
“ready, set, kyu! thank you for calling kitty kyu, how may i help you?” a bright, chirpy voice greets you over the phone. you instantly recognized where chewy may have come from.
“is this ji changmin?”
“yes, that’s me.”
“hello, my name is y/n. are you guys missing a kitten?
“-ah! we’re currently looking for one!” he sounded surprised and relieved at the same time.
“actually i’m nearby- i’m currently at the bus stop at the corner of venice and georgia with chewy- aaah-achoo!” you sneezed on the phone, feeling your eyes water even more now that you’ve picked up the cat in your arms, “i know your cafe, i’ll start walking there.”
“yes, we’re two blocks away from venice street. thank you so much!” he says, making his way to the front of the building to start walking in your direction as well.
the entrance bells rang as he walked out to look out the street, waiting to see you turn the corner. while staying on the call, changmin can hear your sniffles.
“you’re allergic,” he muttered on the phone.
when you reached the cafe’s block, changmin saw you had taken your phone out of your ear, holding chewy on your right and covering your mouth with your left elbow after sneezing for the tenth time.
changmin doesn’t waste any time before running towards you to take the kitten off your hands.
“you really didn’t have to rush and take him all the way here- look you’re having a reaction!”
as a cat lover, you were cursed by the worst allergy possible.
nothing excited you more about your daily commute than passing by to see this cat cafe when you first moved to town for college. you thought about holding one of your study sessions in the cafe with it being so close to your usual bus stop. but, relieving your stress surrounded by the cutest friends would just be replaced by a whole other problem entirely.
so, you’re a regular at kitty kyu—not the kind who comes in, knows all the cats, knows all the staff—but the one who only looks over from a distance.
your hands briefly brushed at the exchange when you looked up to meet changmin.
it’s him.
the cute guy who works at the cat cafe.
you never went in the cafe nor looked long enough to recognize any of the staff, but you did recognize changmin.
you only started noticing him at the start of the school year, walking past the cafe every saturday heading to and back home from campus.
changmin’s cute dimple smile greeted your early days since fall. he opens the cafe in the morning, just before your bus comes, and cleans up to close while you’re on your way home. sometimes you can see him greet all the fur parents who left their cats in the cafe and came back to fetch them at the end of the day.
your favorite part of the cafe was the viewing ledge by the corner of the front window. despite the staff’s best efforts, they can’t stop some of the naughtiest cats from jumping off the highest tower towards the door. that cute guy with the dimples always caught the cats on time—he was strict with them like a doting parent but still treated them with the best care.
it wasn’t long until walking past the cafe to see your crush became part of your weekly routine. to see changmin, who was always somehow around and near the front of the cafe on saturdays.
but now, what better timing is it to meet the stranger you’ve been crushing on for a long time than when you’re uncontrollably sneezing, your nose is itching, and your eyes are watering.
“i-it’s really not a big deal, i wanted to help-” you sniffled, trying to crack a smile in the midst of a fit, “-and i wasn’t too far. chewy was so small and shy, he must have been afraid.”
changmin’s concern remained on his face, towards you or chewy, it wasn’t clear. he held the cat close to his face, petting him affectionately. chewy now looks relieved and comfortable with someone who seemed more familiar.
you looked at both of them so sweetly, trying not to think about who you actually found more adorable.
“you bad boy- running away while we were all busy and now, you’ve made poor y/n all sniffly instead!” he playfully scolded the kitten.
“i’m sorry- all the sneezing might have bothered him,” you pouted, feeling sorry for forgetting your allergy meds again.
“wait- y/n, let me just bring chewy back in. just wait here because i’ll be back, okay?”
changmin waved chewy’s arm goodbye to you before disappearing inside the cafe. you were confused but chose to listen to him and stayed anyway.
after a couple minutes, changmin comes out of the cafe. this time, he’s alone. using a lint roller to get rid of the fur on his clothes, he walks towards you.
“i know getting rid of the fur now doesn’t automatically take care of your allergies, but i shouldn’t make it worse,” he looked apologetic, signaling you to come follow him, “come here- i’ve got something to help you with all that sneezing.”
you asked where you’re heading when he points up. there was a sign for a clinic just above the cafe. you’ve passed by this cafe countless times but never realized there was a vet clinic upstairs.
“they’re closed this afternoon, but don’t worry- i basically own the place,” he winked after successfully putting the door pin to open the entrance of the clinic.
ugh, you’re much cuter up close than through the windows, you thought to yourself.
your blank stare, which was to you an obvious display of your admiration, only alarmed changmin. panicking, he immediately follows-up to explain that his family both owns the clinic and the cat cafe.
“don’t worry, you don’t strike me as the breaking and entering type-”
“oh? what do i seem like to you?”
it took you an embarrassingly amount of time to figure out changmin was teasing you.
after entering the clinic, you stayed in the lobby while changmin headed directly to the office.
“not allergic to anything?” he asked from the other room, searching through a cabinet, “i mean- besides cats.”
“nope,” you laughed.
“if your reaction is this severe and fast, i’m guessing you do take something for your allergies, yeah?”
“astelin or any over-the-counter antihistamine- i just forgot my spray today,” you say as he comes back with a squeeze bottle on hand.
“the bathroom is on your right. this should help at least for a quick remedy.”
“thank you so much!”
changmin waited until you were finished flushing out your congestion with saline solution. your eyes look better than before and you can breathe freely without sneezing every few seconds.
unfortunately, your makeup is definitely ruined.
silently cursing yourself in the bathroom, you collected yourself after cleaning up. after all, not everyone can check off completing a nasal irrigation upon meeting a boy for the first time on their bingo cards.
“all good?” he asked.
“mhm- so much better,” you smiled, “thank you again.”
“no- thank you!”
you looked at each other before laughing at this silly encounter, sensing you would probably end up thanking each other a couple more times before stopping. changmin makes sure to lock the clinic before he follows you out to send you off.
“bye, changmin. it was nice meeting you and chewy-”
“wait- y/n,” he taps you on the shoulder after you turned around, “chewy could have genuinely gotten lost without your help. i- uhh, i would like to do something- give you something in return?”
“hmm?” you asked, “you helped me with my allergies, trust me, you’ve helped plenty!”
“give us a visit- your drink’s on me!” he blurted out.
you were quiet for a moment.
changmin, who was oblivious to you freaking out inside, regretted what he said right away. he saw how his offer could be seen as insensitive, inviting you over to a cat cafe when you were obviously, severely allergic to cats.
“oh shit- nevermind. that wouldn’t work-”
“-i’ll come!” you immediately said, stopping him from taking back his offer.
changmin waits to hear the rest of your reply, feeling better when he saw you weren’t offended at his thoughtless comment.
he finally figured out where he has seen you before, realizing you’re the one who always walks by and stops to look at the cats every saturday. changmin wondered why you never went in the the cafe, especially if you seemed to love hanging out with the cats.
now, it’s clear why.
“i mean- i would love to visit… of course, once i take my meds, i can manage. enough to hang out by the cafe area at least,” you rambled on, making sure he knows that you were as excited at the thought of coming back.
“great!” he grinned, pulling out his phone, “oh- i was going to give you my number but i guess you have it now.”
you know your cheeks were red from the irritation but you swore they grew even redder because of what he said.
“don’t worry, i’ll have it saved.”
“i’ll see you.”
looking down at your phone, you couldn’t hide your smile. while walking back to the other direction, you felt your phone buzz.
one notification followed after another and another.
