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[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

Thick Thighs, Teary Eyes, Baby Blue Lies

Words: 4k

Warning: Language, Minho has a hyung kink, Changbin calls Minho his kitten (no actual pet play) and Minho refers to himself in third person as kitty, Changbin refers to himself as master a few times, minor cross-dressing, Minho is whiny and needy, Changbin is a little rough and possessive but nothing too major, kissing, marking, love bites, begging, degradation, both high-key have praise kinks although it’s never mentioned outright, name-calling i.e. whore, slut, Changbin fucks Minho’s thighs, cumming untouched, cum play/marking, Minho cries a lot, dacryphillia, nipple play, cock stepping but with a knee instead of a foot (cock kneeing just doesn’t sound right lmao), anal fingering, finger sucking, anal sex, condoms aren’t even mentioned (practice safe sex, y’all!) bc they’re in a devoted relationship with each other, Minho asks permission to cum, Minho squirts/pisses/whatever you want to call it, Changbin cums inside Minho, Minho is very shaky and disoriented and crying a lot afterwards, super sweet aftercare, Changbin is an angel and takes wonderful care of Minho, they take a bath together and it’s v soft and sweet, dom/top Changbin, sub/bottom Minho, light dom/sub.

A/N: hello! I’m back with another member x member fic! the idea barged into my head and wouldn’t leave so I had to write it! plus if you know me, you know that I bias both Minho and Changbin and Minbin is my favorite ship in Stray Kids so this was an absolute pleasure to write hehe I hope you enjoy reading and as always, please let me know your thoughts!! I love hearing from y’all ❤

Changbin was absorbed in a drama when Minho called him from the living room doorway. “Binnie?”

“Yeah?” The younger man mumbled and didn’t even glance away from the TV screen.

Minho huffed and shuffled into the room, raising his voice slightly to try to snap Changbin out of his TV-induced stupor. “Bin-ah!”

Attention unwavering, Changbin nodded in affirmation that he was ‘listening’ if Minho was trying to tell him something, “What, babe?”

The elder childishly stomped his foot, balling his fists at his sides and pouting as a dissatisfied noise bubbled from his throat. A smile twitched at the corner of Bin’s mouth, but Minho was too busy pouting to notice. Changbin stayed focused on his show as Minho softly padded further into the room until he was right in front of the younger man.

Faster than Bin could take in the sight of him, Minho plopped down into Changbin’s lap, thick, bare thighs on either side, and placed his still closed fists on the younger man’s chest, waiting. Changbin reached for the remote to switch the TV off; he could watch the rest of the drama another time.

He turned his attention to the man in his lap, "Aw, is my kitten needy?"

"Shut up!" Minho half-whined, half-shouted, looking away in embarrassment.

Changbin tapped Minho’s hip roughly in warning. "Now, now. Is that any way to speak to your master?"

Still unable to make eye contact, the elder slumped forward and buried his face in Bin’s neck. "No," he whispered ashamedly against his skin.

"No, what?"

Minho sighed and nuzzled further into Changbin, whining apologetically, "No, kitty was bad. Kitty is sorry, hyung."

"That's my good boy," Bin praised, petting Minho’s hair with one hand while the other traced patterns over the back of the oversized hoodie, the only article of clothing aside from briefs the elder was wearing. Changbin was pretty sure it was his hoodie, considering how big it was on Minho -- the hemline reached just about the middle of his thighs. The fact that it was his hoodie only served to make Changbin’s body feel hotter.

“This mine?” He asked as he gently tugged at the hemline. Minho nodded into his neck. “Mm, I love it when you wear my clothes, babe.”

Bin could feel the elder smile against his skin, “I know you do.”

“Yeah, and you usually wear my clothes when you want something because you think it softens me up or some shit, right?” Changbin chuckled as he felt Minho’s grin widen.

Minho sat up straight and looked down his nose at the younger man. “So what if I do?”

Bin rolled his eyes playfully and smoothed his hands over Minho’s bare thighs, causing the elder to shiver in his hold. “Alright, what do you want then, babe? Try me.”

Smirking, Minho flattened his palms against Changbin’s pecs before snaking his arms around his neck and leaning in to brush their noses together. “Maybe I just want you.”

Changbin swallowed thickly and unconsciously tugged the elder closer, “That can be arranged.”

“Well, that was easy,” Minho mumbled under his breath. It earned him a slap across the right side of his ass which, in turn, urged a pitiful whimper to pass his lips as he sank into the younger man again.

“Beg properly, or you won’t get what you want,” Changbin growled in Minho’s ear. “We both know I can easily hold out. And we both know you’re the needy one in this situation. So, beg, kitten.” He paused to yank the elder back by his hair with one hand, causing Minho to let out a strangled yelp, while his other hand gripped tightly at Minho’s jaw. “Tell me exactly what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Minho took a shaky breath and did what was demanded of him, “Please. Kitty needs you. Needs you to fuck him with your cock so he can’t sit down for days.” The elder let out a wanton moan when his eyes slipped closed and his imagination ran wild. “Please, hyung,” he whispered, inadvertently grinding his hips as a particularly vulgar image of Changbin roughly fucking him flashed in his mind.

Bin loosened his grip and leaned forward to mouth at Minho’s ear. “Good boy,” he praised, loving how the elder shivered again in response. He reached down to smooth over Minho’s pretty thighs once more, sliding his palms up to grasp at his hips as he continued to nip and suck at the elder’s earlobe. Minho melted at his touch, pleading sweetly for more when Changbin fluidly rolled their hips together.

The younger man smiled against the delicate skin under Minho’s ear, leaving a kiss there before the elder gave in and turned his head to finally kiss Changbin’s doll-like lips. He sighed blissfully as soon as their lips met and tightened his hold around Bin’s neck.

Changbin couldn’t disguise how much he loved kissing Minho or how desperate it made him. He pulled the older man in closer by his clutch on Minho’s hips, grinding up and driving another sweet moan from Minho which he eagerly swallowed as their mouths moved together hotly.

Chests plastered together and Minho’s fingers tangled in the strands of hair at the nape of the younger man’s neck, the two kissed for what felt like hours, only finally pulling away and resting their foreheads together to catch their breath, lips bitten red and beautifully kiss-swollen.

“Fuck, I love you,” Changbin whispered between heaving breaths. Minho smiled brightly at him, chuckling as the younger immediately moved to mouth at his neck, sucking shades of claret and sanguine into his skin. The elder sharply inhaled when Bin found a particularly sensitive spot and bit down on it. He lapped at the mark he left. “Love that you’re mine,” Changbin mumbled between kisses over the branded skin. “Mine.”

“Yes, kitty’s yours, hyung.” Minho whimpered as he rolled his hips yet again, “All yours!”

Changbin smirked against him, “So needy for me, baby.” He dipped his hands underneath the hoodie to ghost his hands up and down the heated skin of Minho’s sides but came across something unexpected before he could do so. “What’s this?” Bin pushed the elder to sit up straighter and lifted the front of the hoodie just enough to expose the lower part of his stomach. There, where Changbin expected a normal pair of briefs to be hugging Minho’s hips, Minho’s hard, leaking cock was trapped behind baby blue lace. The younger man stared at the way the delicate material clung to him, pre-cum already seeping through the holes of the dainty floral pattern.

“God, you’re needier than I thought! Pulled out all the stops to try to get in my pants, didn’t you?” Bin taunted, smirk still evident on his smug face as he slowly dragged his gaze up to meet Minho’s eyes. Or at least he tried to. Minho had brought a sweater paw up to his face, staring off at an apparently very interesting section of wall, blush high on his gorgeous cheekbones. Changbin scoffed at him, “Dressed like this,” he paused to gesture at the man in his lap, “and you can’t even look me in the eye.” He heard more than saw Minho gulp in trepidation.

Changbin grabbed the elder by the hips again and tossed him onto the couch next to him. Minho squeaked in surprise, covering his face with two sweater paws instead of one. “Hiding, huh?” Bin prompted. “Is my whore too ashamed of himself?”

Minho whined pathetically behind the fabric of the hoodie. Changbin tutted, “Greedy, greedy kitten. Only wants my cock.” He leaned over him and unceremoniously yanked Minho’s hands away from his face by his wrists, sneering at him, “Filthy slut wants so much attention, but as soon as he gets his way, he can’t even look at his master’s face!”

Changbin languidly dropped Minho’s hands and sat back on his heels. “Pitiful. Such a disappointment.”

The second that word left Bin’s lips, Minho scrambled to sit up in front of him, wide eyes all watery and pleading. “Hyung, no! Kitty’s sorry! So so sorry! Only want hyung. Love hyung. So much. Please, kitty’s really sorry!”

Bin gripped Minho’s jaw once again and raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “It won’t happen again, will it, kitten?”

Minho tried to shake his head in Changbin’s grasp, “Kitty promises!”

“That’s my good boy. Now lay back down,” Bin motioned towards the cushions and Minho quickly obeyed.

“Is hyung gonna fuck kitty now?” Minho questioned, curious eyes blinking rapidly as he laid down comfortably.

“No.”

The elder protested, whining and wailing, but Bin cut him off, “Ah, ah. If you’re a good boy for hyung and do as I say, maybe.”

“Yes, hyung,” Minho laid back on the sofa cushion and waited.

Changbin moved to lift Minho’s hoodie but he paused, “Any more surprises?”

The elder shook his head, “No, hyung. Does hyung not like kitty’s surprise?”

“Oh, baby,” Bin softened immediately. “Hyung loves it. My kitten looks so beautiful. Your cute little cock looks so pretty in lace, baby!” Changbin bent down to press a few gentle kisses over Minho’s clothed cock, urging giggles and little moans to pass his lips.

“Thank you, hyung.”

“Now,” Bin sighed as he sat back up, palming himself through his sweats. “Hyung is going to fuck these pretty thighs of yours and cum all over his kitten’s lovely surprise. How does that sound?” Minho looked like he was about to protest again but Changbin lifted a brow and he contented.

Bin moved to untuck himself but the elder reached for his hand to stop him. The look he received for his sudden disobedience chilled him to the bone but Minho quickly explained himself, “Kitty thinks hyung is really pretty, too.” His cheeks reddened and he glanced away shyly before looking back up at Changbin, big eyes shining wetly. “Can kitty see hyung, please? Wanna see hyung’s muscles while he fucks kitty’s thighs.”

“Fuck!” Changbin growled and lunged forward, smashing his lips onto Minho’s and kissing him roughly. He wrapped his arm around Minho’s small waist and squeezed tightly while his other hand harshly gripped Minho’s jaw, guiding him in the kiss. The elder panted into Changbin’s mouth, whining as the younger man sucked and bit at his lips. “You can’t just say things like that, baby! You drive me fucking crazy!” Bin groaned against Minho’s mouth before pulling away to pull his own shirt over his head. “Better?”

Minho stared at him with wide eyes, gaze dancing over the curves and lines of Changbin’s muscular torso. He nodded dumbly, mouth agape and lips still glistening from the heated kiss they had just shared. The elder hesitantly reached up to just barely trail his fingertips over Bin’s heated skin and the younger man couldn’t help but shiver under the light touch.

Changbin stood up from the couch to remove his sweats and grab the lube from the drawer in the end table before kneeling on the cushion and positioning Minho’s legs how he wanted them. “Ready, kitten?” Minho bit his lip and nodded again, eyes fixated on the space where his thick thighs met each other, waiting for Bin to thrust between them. The younger man hissed as he coated his angry red cock with lube. He lined himself up, Minho’s calves resting on his shoulder, and slowly pushed in while the elder tensed his muscles without being asked to. Changbin let out a long groan and his eyes fluttered closed, “Good boy.”

Preening at the praise but unable to look anywhere but where Changbin’s cock was peeking out between his thighs, Minho moaned right along with him, craving friction on his own aching cock. Bin began to thrust, slowly at first with long, drawn out strokes. He kissed and bit at Minho’s legs, clutching them to his chest as he quickened his pace. Minho watched him in awe - fascinated by how his muscles tensed and relaxed, how his face contorted in pleasure, how his noises became more high-pitched the closer he got to release.

“Gonna cum,” Changbin breathed. “Gonna cum all over your pretty cock and your pretty stomach. You want that, baby?”

Minho nodded energetically, “Yes, please, hyung! Use kitty to make you cum!”

Changbin moaned wantonly as he rapidly thrusted into Minho’s thighs, throwing his head back, “Fuck!” He quickly took one calf in each hand and spread Minho’s legs, giving himself a full view of Minho’s pretty, lace-covered cock. Bin held one leg down by gripping the meat of the elder’s thigh while his other hand tugged at his own cock. Eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, the younger man whispered the Minho’s name just loud enough for him to hear as he covered his lower half with his cum, stripes of white splayed over the baby blue lace.

Minho’s own dick twitched and he whimpered as he came untouched, staining the dainty fabric. A few spurts spilled out of the thin material, mixing with Changbin’s cum that covered his lower abdomen. “Fuck, you look so beautiful, baby! And I didn’t even have to touch your cute cock to make you cum!” Bin praised, dragging his fingertips through the mess and smearing it around, ruining the pretty lingerie even more.

The elder blushed and looked up at Changbin expectantly. Bin smirked knowingly as he leaned over Minho to brush the hair from his eyes with his clean hand. “Does my greedy kitten still want more?” Minho pouted and reached up to throw his arms around Changbin’s neck, dragging him down for another kiss.

“Please, hyung. Want you!” Minho whined against his lips.

Changbin feigned confusion, “You want me? I thought you just wanted my cock!”

Tears began to well up in the elder’s eyes as his desperation got the best of him. “Want hyung! Want you, hyung! Kitty wants hyung, please! Kitty needs you!”

Minho wrapped his legs around Changbin’s hips in an effort to bring him closer. The younger man gently collapsed onto him, essentially trapping their dicks between themselves in the sticky mess they had created. A choked sob mixed with a moan passed Minho’s lips at the friction on his sensitive cock. Bin let out a huff at the contact but rolled his hips against the elder’s.

“Still so needy, aren’t you, baby? You say you want me,” Changbin paused, shaking his head. “But I think you want my cock, too.”

“Please,” Minho blubbered, a single tear falling as his lower lip quivered.

Changbin swallowed a growl, hand reaching up to trace Minho’s cheekbone, breaking the track the tear had left on his skin. “So fucking gorgeous when you cry,” he spoke, barely a whisper. “My beautiful baby.”

He captured Minho’s lips in another heated kiss. Snaking a hand under the hoodie, Bin brushed his fingertips over one of Minho’s very sensitive nipples, taking the opportunity to suck on the elder’s tongue when he gasped into his mouth. Changbin smirked at the older man’s reaction.

Suddenly needing him out of the article of clothing, Bin broke the kiss and sat back on his knees, lifting the hoodie over Minho’s head when he obediently sat up. Minho reached to take off the lingerie but Changbin stopped him, coy smirk playing upon his lips, “These stay on a little longer.”

Minho pouted and mumbled something about them being “uncomfy” but he didn’t put up a fight. The younger man’s hands found Minho’s ribcage and he brushed his thumbs over the elder’s pert nipples as he leaned in once again, kissing him with a desire to eat him whole. Minho mewled softly, arching into the touch, hips canting in search of more friction. After a few muttered pleas, the elder wailed loudly, throat tight with unshed tears, “Hyung, please fuck me! Please!”

Changbin sneered as he repositioned himself, kneeling on the couch cushion between Minho’s legs. Hands covering Minho’s own knees, he switched his weight to one leg and nudged at the elder’s sensitive cock with the other. “Are you sure you want to be fucked, or do you just want to cum again?” He punctuated his words by grinding his knee against Minho’s dick. The older man howled in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Because I can make you cum again.”

The dam broke and a flood of tears flowed from Minho’s eyes. He sniffled and sobbed, cock twitching under Changbin’s weight as Minho thrusted against his bony knee. Chasing the friction and thrashing around on the sofa, Minho begged as best he could for the younger man to fuck him but he could only form a few coherent words. “Please! Hyung, please! Need fucked, please!”

“Look at you, so pitiful!” Changbin mocked, poking and prodding and pressing Minho’s cock, dragging more and more sobs and whines from him. “I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck the tears right out of you. You look so pretty when you cry. Don’t you want to look pretty for hyung?”

Minho nodded eagerly, still crying and canting his hips as Bin leaned forward to kiss him again, putting even more pressure on Minho’s trapped cock. “Perfect, pathetic whore,” he whispered against his lips. Changbin tugged at Minho’s lower lip with his teeth before pulling away, sitting back up and planted both knees on the sofa. He reached for the lube he had tossed behind himself earlier and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.

“You look too gorgeous in these,” Bin sighed as he pulled aside the lace to expose Minho’s twitching hole. “They’re staying on while I fuck you.” The younger man circled Minho’s rim with his slick fingers before plunging in a single digit past the tight ring of muscles. The elder gasped loudly, immediately shoving two of his own fingers in his mouth to quiet himself.

Changbin scoffed, “Greedy slut needs his mouth filled, hmm? I’d fuck your mouth and make you choke on my cock,” he paused to shove another finger in without warning. “But I’d rather fuck you right here.” Bin punctuated his words by massaging Minho’s prostate, having found it with no trouble considering he had memorized every inch of his body with ease.

“Ngh, hyung!” Minho cried, words muffled by the fingers in his mouth. Changbin smirked at him and pumped his digits in and out, scissoring them frequently. But Minho was impatient. He removed his own fingers from his mouth and whined for Changbin, “‘s enough! Want hyung!”

Bin shook his head but took his fingers out nonetheless, knowing Minho loved a little pain anyway. He slathered more lube on his cock and used what remained on his hand to smear on Minho’s hole. “Ready for hyung’s cock, kitten?”

“Please, please, please…” Minho begged as the younger man lined himself up. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when Changbin plunged into him, filling him up just how he adored. “Yes, yes, yes…” the elder chanted, whimpering and sobbing as Bin pounded into him quicker than he expected.

Changbin’s pace faltered as he untucked Minho’s cute, pink dick from its messy confines. The older man blinked up at Bin, more tears falling from his eyes, and jutted out his bottom lip. Changbin’s countenance softened and he couldn’t help but smile slightly. He reached up with his free hand to thumb away some of Minho’s tears while he pumped his cock with the other. “My pretty baby.” Minho choked out a sob and threw his head back when Bin dug his thumb into his slit. “Does my kitten want to cum?”

Minho sniffled and clutched at the couch fabric, taking a shaky breath before looking at Changbin again. “Can I, hyung? Please?”

The younger man gently caressed his cheek before bending down to kiss him firmly. “You asked so sweetly, of course you can, baby!” Changbin whispered against his lips, moulding their lips together again and swallowing Minho’s pretty moans as he brought him closer to the edge.

Bin tugged at the older man’s dick a few more times, kissing him roughly. “C’mon, kitten. Cum on hyung’s cock?”

A shudder ran through Minho when Changbin gave him permission. He kissed the younger man harder, one hand still fisted in the sofa material while the other tangled in the strands of Bin’s hair. Minho came with a shout against Changbin’s lips, tears running down his cheeks while Bin helped him ride out his orgasm, pumping his spurting cock and kissing tenderly at his mouth and face.

“Thank you,” the elder whispered when the aftershocks calmed.

Changbin straightened up, a soft smile on his lips. “A little more so hyung can cum. Be a good boy for me, hmm?”

Minho nodded and maneuvered to hold both of his legs up by the backs of his knees, “Use kitty to make hyung cum.”

Bin wasted no time in picking up the pace of his thrusts, grunting and groaning as he neared his own climax. The angle was causing him to hit Minho’s prostate with every stroke. It punched whimpers and moans from the elder’s throat as his spent cock twitched in renewed interest.

Fresh tears flowed from his eyes as he sobbed out a scream, “Hyung! Feels funny! Don’t wanna cum again! ‘s too soo-” Minho grit his teeth and threw his head back -- the veins in his neck looked as if they’d burst at any moment. “Shit! Oh shit, fuck!” He cursed through his teeth.

Changbin groaned loudly when Minho clenched around him, almost restricting his movement. He gripped Minho’s cock with one hand and circled his other palm over the cockhead. Minho thrashed, cursing and bawling, overwhelmed with pleasure as clear liquid gushed from his abused cock. Bin found it overpoweringly hot and his orgasm hit him like a truck, out of nowhere. He pumped Minho full of his cum as the elder’s cock continued to dribble.

When they both had somewhat caught their breath, Changbin, who was much more coherent than his counterpart, gently pulled out of Minho and leaned over him. Minho was sobbing even harder than he had been and Bin quickly set about aftercare.

“Hey, hey, shh. It’s alright. I’m here. You did so well for me,” he reassured the older man as he brushed the sweaty hair off Minho’s face. Minho’s entire body was shaking so much, he was practically vibrating. Changbin held him close and whispered praises against his temple, “My perfect baby. You did so good. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much, baby.”

A few minutes later, Minho’s crying had reduced to sniffles and his shaking had calmed down immensely. He clutched at Changbin as blinked away the haze in his mind, trying to return to reality.

“We have to clean up, babe,” Bin reminded after a little while, sensing the gross stickiness between them. “Do you think you’ll be ok while I grab a wet washcloth and start a bath for us?” Minho nodded, blinking slowly, and Changbin thought that there was a good chance he would be asleep by the time he returned but he promised to be quick anyway.

It didn’t take long to get the water running and a warm rag for the fast cleanup and Minho was surprisingly still awake when Bin returned to the living room. He carefully wiped him down, mindful to avoid spending too much time on the sensitive areas -- they would relax and soak in the bath to clean the rest. Once he had finished and Minho had given him a lazy smile of approval and thanks, Changbin rushed off to get a glass of water for them both.

When Minho had downed the glass, Bin gathered him in his arms and carried him to the bathroom, delicately placing him in the perfectly warm bathwater. He slid in behind the elder and pulled him to his chest, relaxing back into the tub. Bin ran his fingers through Minho’s hair as Minho turned to lay his head on Changbin’s chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe him.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish your drama,” Minho murmured after a while, a tired smile curving his lips.

Changbin, who had sworn the elder had dozed off, burst into laughter, “I love you, babe!”

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

Hello! I read your changjin fic on AO3 and I absolutely loved it. Changjin is such an underappreciated ship and there are not enough fics about them despite their amazing chemistry... I would really apreciate it if you could write another oneshot about them. :)) I don't have any prompt ideas, anything is fine. ^^

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

OMG AHHHHH I can't believe all the love I'm getting on this fic hehehe Yes!!! Changjin is so underappreciated!! idk why more people don't see how adorable they are together! as I mentioned in the last ask I answered, I'm more than willing to write more for them! I'll see what I can come up with and if anyone has any prompts they'd like to see with Changjin, please let me know! I love getting inspiration hehe!

thank you so much for reading and letting me know your thoughts! I say it a lot but people like you are what motivates me to write! of course, I very much enjoy writing for myself (this fic and my last few have been totally self-indulgent hehe) but knowing that others enjoy my writing really makes my heart squeeze with happiness ❤️❤️❤️

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

Hello! I read your changjin fic on AO3 and I absolutely loved it. Changjin is such an underappreciated ship and there are not enough fics about them despite their amazing chemistry... I would really apreciate it if you could write another oneshot about them. :)) I don't have any prompt ideas, anything is fine. ^^

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

Hey! I just finished reading changjin fic!! It is seriously so good I’m so obsessed with it I love it so much please write more I am thrilled!! You make them so cute together I never shipped it before but now I do so cute!!

AHHHHH you're so sweet omg 😭😭😭 thank you so so much!! I'm actually tearing up, like I made you like a ship that's 😭 I'm so happy!! Changjin is really underappreciated so I'm glad I could show you how sweet and cute they are together! ❤️❤️❤️

I will gladly write more of them! They're very fun to write for hehe if you have any prompt ideas, let me know! I could always use the inspiration ☺️

Again, thank you so much for reading and for letting me know your thoughts! Hearing from readers really motivates me to write more and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy to hear what you think ☺️❤️❤️❤️

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

You’re Gonna Be the Death of Me, I Swear

Words: 9.7k

Warning: A decent amount of language throughout with the majority in the last scene, kissing (starts out fairly innocent but gets raunchier as the fic progresses), teacher/student roleplay if you squint, Changbin calls Hyunjin pup/puppy, grinding but barely, brief mentions of jacking off, just a hint of angst, crying and apologies, marking/love bites, praise (they both clearly have praise kinks but it’s never explicitly mentioned), brief nipple play/licking/biting, blowjob, frottage (Changbin jerks them off at the same time), lots of dirty talk, Hyunjin has a filthy mouth but is also a whiny baby, cum play/eating, spanking, ass eating, fingering, very brief degradation, barebacking (practice safe sex y’all), cumming inside, and brief innuendos.

A/N: hey, I’m back with another member x member fic! this one is a lot dirtier than the last one oops 🤭 Changjin has been living in my mind rent free this entire comeback so I just had to write something and ‘Kissing Practice’ is one of my favorite tropes and so this filth was born! so yeah, my brain has actually been coming up with ideas lately, which is basically a miracle considering the wasteland it was for 6+ months straight. as always, I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think! it really motivates me to write more and I appreciate every single one of you that takes time out of their day to read what I write, thank you so so much! oki enjoy hehe ❤

“Forget it. It’s stupid, I know. Forget I even asked.”

“No, wait!” Changbin called after Hyunjin, who had stood up from his spot on the couch to head off to his room. Hyunjin sighed tiredly and turned back around to face his older groupmate. “Why me?”

Eyebrows knit together, Hyunjin returned to his space next to Changbin. “Why not you?”

Bin let out a broken noise, trying to formulate his words properly, “No, I mean why not Chan or Minho? Why was I the hyung you came to?” When Hyunjin’s expression morphed into that of an abandoned puppy, Changbin held up his hands, “Not that I don’t want to help you! You know I’ll always help you when you ask-- and, and I’m not trying to get out of it or anything. Just, why me? Wouldn’t Chan be better at this sort of thing? I don’t know, seniority or something.”

Hyunjin chuckled at Bin’s babbling, shaking his head as he looked down at his own lap. “First of all, I’m scared of Minho.” Changbin couldn’t hold back his laughter and Hyunjin shrugged but laughed along with him. “Second, everyone but Felix knows Chan’s been pining after Felix for years and I don’t want to feel like a homewrecker even though feelings aren’t attached, you know?”

“Good point. Chan needs to grow a pair, honestly. Like what’s the worst that could happen? Felix giggles at him?” Bin let a rush of air out of his nose at the image that popped into his head before turning back to a grinning Hyunjin who was nodding in agreement.

“Yeah,” the younger continued, “So as you can see, that leaves me with one hyung. You.”

Changbin gave him an unamused look, “So I’m a last resort.”

Hyunjin shook his head again, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. “No, you’re really not. You’re the one that likes my lips so much. I figured you’d be the one who wouldn’t feel completely tortured if you went along with my proposal. Maybe you wouldn’t mind it. I was probably wrong in assuming that. I’m sorry.”

“You aren’t wrong,” Bin denied adamantly. Realizing how eager he sounded, he quickly calmed himself down and cleared his throat. “Everyone thinks you have nice lips, not just me.”

Leaning a bit closer, Hyunjin lowered his voice, “I think you like them more than the others do, though.”

Changbin gulped but tried to look casual, “Maybe I do.”

“Then, what do you say?” Hyunjin tilted his head and stared at the elder with interest, wide-eyed and waiting.

Bin couldn’t make eye contact. He stared at an empty soda can sitting on the coffee table as thoughts whirled around in his head like a tornado. Should he say ‘yes’? Would he be risking everything he had worked so hard to conceal? Was this bound to end in disaster if he went along with it?

He bit the bullet.

“OK.”

~

The thing is, Hyunjin’s ‘proposal’ wasn’t exactly expected, to say the least. Essentially, Hyunjin had sought out Changbin in order to ask him to be the one to teach the younger how to kiss. He claimed that he had no experience and didn’t know how; he didn’t want to be a total fuck up when the time came around where he needed this particular skill. So, he decided to ask one of his hyungs for help, to teach him, and to help him practice.

Changbin was, quite honestly, flabbergasted. The prettiest human being he had ever had the privilege of observing was telling him that they had no experience and was asking him for lessons in the form of basically making out. There was a teeny tiny red flag that shot up in the back of Changbin’s mind as he processed Hyunjin’s ‘proposal’, but apparently it wasn’t enough of a deterrent to keep his emotions from controlling his decision-making because he agreed to it without much persuasion. Changbin was determined that, in the end, Hyunjin would not be a total fuck up when it came to kissing, even if that meant he had to put himself through hell trying to keep his feelings out of the equation.

~

Hyunjin admittedly felt a little guilty when he plopped down on Changbin’s bed a couple days later and asked, “So, is it time for my first lesson yet?”

He had been wanting to kiss Changbin pretty much since the moment they met. Lying about not having experience and needing help was the strategy he had finally brainstormed to get his way. He had the smallest hint of feeling like he would regret this idea but he blamed Changbin and his doll lips for ultimately giving into temptation.

The older swiveled around in his desk chair to face Hyunjin. “I suppose. But are you sure you want me to be your first kiss?”

Hyunjin coughed and tripped over his own words, “It-it’s just p-practice! It doesn’t really c-count as the-the-as the real thing!”

Changbin gently smiled at him but Hyunjin couldn’t tell if the flash in his eyes was of pain or pity. He decided to ignore it since neither would make him feel any better. Changbin was about to push himself out of his chair but Hyunjin stopped him, “Um, I’ll-I’ll come over there.”

The sudden raise of his eyebrows gave away the fact that Changbin was somewhat startled by Hyunjin’s statement but he nodded curtly as permission, “Whatever you’re comfortable with.” He relaxed back into his chair as Hyunjin shyly made his way over. The younger stopped about a foot away from Changbin’s knees and gulped, genuinely nervous as hell.

“So, should I just…” Hyunjin didn’t know if he was supposed to wait for instruction or if he was meant to just dive in. Changbin raised a brow, challenging this time, and waited to see if Hyunjin really would make the first move. Sure enough, he stepped slightly closer, let out a quick breath, and leaned forward, placing a hand on each armrest before quickly pecking Changbin’s lips. “There. How was that?”

Changbin’s brain took a moment to process the question, eventually coming to the conclusion that teasing would prompt the most favorable outcome a.k.a. Hyunjin pouting in frustration. “How was what?”

Bingo. Hyunjin huffed angrily, brows knitted together and lips pushed out in the anticipated pout. He balled his fists at his sides and slowly unclenched them. Leaning back in, he placed a slightly longer peck on Changbin’s lips but retreated just as fast as the first time. He gestured sharply, “That.”

“That?” Changbin asked, pointing at his own lips. Hyunjin inclined his head and his expression could only read ‘duh’. “That wasn’t a kiss.”

A fire lit behind Hyunjin’s eyes and he snarled, “Then what, Seonsaengnim, is?”

Changbin smirked daringly and patted his thigh, “Take a seat, haksaeng.”

Hyunjin matched the older’s smirk and, licking his lips seductively, he eased himself into Changbin’s lap, one thick thigh on either side. It was a little awkward in the desk chair but something about squeezing in so close together made it all the more thrilling. Changbin’s hands immediately found the younger’s hips, earning a shiver when he gripped at them roughly.

The elder was completely calm, steely gaze wandering Hyunjin’s features while Hyunjin felt just as inexperienced as he was pretending to be, panting already. Bin slid his hand up Hyunjin’s side to rest his pointer finger under his chin. The pad of his thumb pressed into the younger’s plush lower lip as he gently guided him forward. Hyunjin obediently let himself be pulled closer, eyes slipping closed at the delicate touch.

When Changbin slotted their lips together, he felt Hyunjin instantly melt into him and he resisted the urge to grin at his silent victory. He pulled back with a soft smacking noise before pressing his lips to Hyunjin’s again. After a few careful, sweet kisses to start off, the older drew back and looked at the boy in his lap who was chasing his lips with his eyes still closed. Changbin let out a quiet chuckle, “Eager puppy.”

Hyunjin whined and pouted again, eyes finally opening to look at Changbin. “Feels nice,” he mumbled under his breath as he glanced off to the side, somewhat embarrassed to make too much eye contact.

Bin hummed, “That’s nothing. Wanted to start you off easy though. Didn’t want to rush you at the very start.” He caressed the side of his face, thumb running over the soft skin of Hyunjin’s cheekbone before something in his brain alerted him that he was letting his feelings bleed in and he jerked his hand back suddenly.

Hyunjin tilted his head, expression rather confused, but Changbin covered up the awkwardness by forcing a smile. “Your turn.” The younger looked even more confused and Bin chuckled, “It’s pop quiz time. Show me what you’ve learned so far.”

“Already?” Hyunjin asked, dumbfounded. A light blush began to tint his cheeks. “Kinda lost focus,” he admitted. “I don’t really remember what to do.”

Bin smiled genuinely, “Just do your best, pup.”

Hyunjin’s blush deepened at the nickname and he took a deep breath before hesitantly reaching up to rest his fingertips against Changbin’s jawline and leaned in. He fit their lips together just like Bin had done earlier, dragging away and pressing in again and again.

When he withdrew, Changbin was a little flushed and Hyunjin felt a jolt of happiness rush through him because that was from him. He grinned, “How was that?”

Bin scoffed jokingly, “‘Don’t really remember’, my ass!”

The younger blushed again and his gaze fell to his hands in his lap where he was picking at loose skin around his fingernail.

“It was much better, Jinnie. You did well.” Hyunjin glanced up at Changbin’s praise and smiled gratefully. “But I think that’s enough learning for today.”

Hyujin shook his head adamantly and pouted again, “Just one more lesson. Please, Binnie hyung?”

Changbin’s laugh was bright and teasing, “You like kissing that much already?”

The younger bit at his lip and glanced away before looking back at Bin and nodded shyly. He really, really, really liked it, especially if it was with Changbin; he wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

Changbin sighed, feigning reluctance, but he couldn’t help but grin, “Alright. You know I can’t say no to those puppy dog eyes of yours.”

Hyunjin lit up and bounced slightly in Bin’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck as he settled comfortably. Changbin’s hands were back on his hips and he nodded at the younger, “C’mere.”

Giggling, Hyunjin leaned in once again and voluntarily initiated the kiss, letting Bin take the lead after he had left a few sweet pecks on his lips. Changbin fluidly moved their lips together and, without noticing in order to stop himself, Hyunjin ‘caught on’ rather quickly. He lost himself in Changbin’s pretty doll lips, his warmth, the scent of his skin, in Changbin. Hyunjin’s fingers found the hair at Bin’s nape and he tangled them in the soft strands while the older’s arms wound around his waist, drawing him in even closer.

Changbin didn’t let the kiss get too dirty or passionate but he knew it felt right, Hyunjin in his lap holding onto him for dear life, tugging at his hair, squeezing in as close as possible. The older pulled away begrudgingly and Hyunjin chased his lips again, causing Bin to chuckle at him despite his own labored breathing. “That’s enough, pup.” Hyunjin pouted once more and slouched in disappointment. “You’re a fast learner, aren’t you, Jinnie?”

The younger hummed appreciatively, “I’m learning from the best.”

Bin rolled his eyes and let out a huff of air in his amusement. “How do you know I’m the best, Mr. I Have No Experience?”

“Shh,” Hyunjin hushed him with a long, slender finger faintly resting against Changbin’s rose tinted lips. “I just know.” A glint of mischief flashed in his eyes and he bit at his bottom lip before giggling again. He tried as gracefully as he could to stand up but his legs were admittedly a little wobbly. Hyunjin just laughed at himself and shrugged, “Well, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing before I bothered you.”

Changbin furrowed his brow. “You didn’t bother me, Hyunjin. I’m, uhh,” he cleared his throat, “I’m happy to help.”

Hyunjin smiled warmly and leaned down to press another kiss to his hyung’s lips. “Thank you, Binnie hyung,” he whispered against them before pulling away and leaving Changbin’s bedroom, softly shutting the door behind himself.

Bin sat staring after him for who knows how many minutes, lost in thought and missing the warmth of Hyunjin in his lap. He sighed deeply. He simply wanted what he just couldn’t have and he had to convince himself to bury those feelings. He was going to regret this, he could feel it in his bones.

The younger leaned his back against the door and stared off into space wondering why he even started this whole thing, why he didn’t just tell Changbin the truth and admit his feelings from the start. Guilt swam in his stomach like churning waves and he felt tears prick at his eyes. Hyunjin gulped and blinked them away, taking a deep breath before heading off to distract himself somehow.

~

“Is this ok?” Hyunjin asked tentatively as he eased down onto Changbin’s lap.

Bin chuckled, “This seems to be your favorite spot lately.” When the younger blushed and shied away, Changbin smiled warmly and rested his hands on Hyunjin’s hips, “As long as you're comfortable, I’m fine.”

Biting his lip, Hyunjin glanced at the couch cushion next to them and cleared his throat. “So what’s lesson three, or whatever number we’re on?”

The elder smirked, “I know you’ve been keeping track, pup. You can’t fool me.” Changbin swore he saw Hyunjin’s eye twitch and a flash of agony wash over his face and leave as quickly as it came, but he chose to ignore it and ghosted his hands up and down the sides of the boy in his lap. “Why don’t I just show you, hmm?”

“Should I expect a pop quiz after?” Hyunjin looked up through his lashes, teasing smile curving his pretty, plush lips.

Changbin scoffed jokingly, “It wouldn’t be a pop quiz if I warned you it was happening, Jinnie.”

The younger squinted suspiciously and shrugged his shoulders. “I thought I’d be able to read you. But I guess I’ll just have to pay really close attention and impress you if you do decide to test me.”

Nervousness peeked through Changbin’s calm facade and he gulped apprehensively before composing himself and grunting a noise of acknowledgement. He reached up to grab the back of Hyunjin’s neck and tugged him forward, slotting their lips together forcefully. Hyunjin’s breath hitched and the desire to ruin him clouded Changbin’s mind as he moved his lips against Hyunjin’s, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth before nipping at it aggressively. The younger let out a surprised but pleased sigh and Changbin felt him shiver in his hold.

He kissed back just as sharply, pulling back slightly with Changbin’s lower lip trapped in his teeth, tugging at the flesh before letting it bounce back. He opened his eyes to admire Bin’s features and when the olders eyes fluttered open, Hyunjin smirked at how dark and lustful his gaze had become. Without warning, Hyunjin dove back in and Changbin found himself panting into the others mouth, caught off guard and losing himself in the kiss.

Hyunjin kissed eagerly and feverishly, mouth moving forcibly against Changbin’s but somehow it wasn’t too much. In fact, Bin was craving more and he had to force himself not to take more than was acceptable at the time. He reluctantly withdrew, head falling back against the couch as he tried to catch his breath, eyes still closed.

“Fuck,” Changbin laughed airily, “I don’t think I have to test you after that.”

“Yeah?”

Bin let out another huff of air, “Yeah. It was almost too good.”

Hyunjin sucked his lips into his mouth and bit down, frowning skittishly and glad Changbin still had his eyes shut. “Sorry.”

“No!” Bin’s head shot up and he looked at the younger, perplexed. “Why are you apologizing, Jinnie?” He shook his head and chuckled gently, “I honestly didn’t want to stop.”

Lips shaped like a perfect ‘O’, Hyunjin gazed back at him, expression a little surprised as his cheeks reddened, “Oh.”

Changbin smiled at him fondly but embarrassment at his own admission started to creep up and he looked away shyly. “Don’t look at me like that! I can’t help it, I enjoyed it!”

Hyunjin giggled and leaned forward to whisper in Bin’s ear, “I liked it, too. Really, really liked it.” When he sat back, Changbin’s eyes had darkened again, pupils blown and faintly swollen lips parted.

“In that case,” the younger fidgeted in his lap as he took a deep, calming breath before continuing. “Move on to the next lesson?”

Eyes widening minutely, Hyunjin nodded slowly, glancing down at Changbin’s lips before flicking back up to hold his steady gaze. “Please,” he pleaded almost soundlessly.

“I think I’m gonna regret teaching you how to use tongue because you’ll pick it up really fast and you’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” Changbin mumbled unintelligibly under his breath. Hyunjin managed to make out the last part of his sentence.

You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.

Those words swam around in his foggy head as he stared into Changbin’s eyes, almost in a daze and Changbin thought he looked far too fucked out from just a kiss but he wasn’t complaining about the beauty sitting in his lap. The older lured Hyunjin again easily, moulding their lips together the second he was close enough. Hyunjin felt like he was floating and he was suddenly brought back to earth by a burning in the pit of his stomach when Changbin slid his tongue over his bottom lip. He gasped against the older’s mouth, granting him access and tightening his grip around his neck, chests pressed against each other.

Changbin cautiously licked around the outline of Hyunjin’s open mouth, urging a stunned moan to escape from the younger boy. Smiling into the kiss, Bin sucked at his lower lip before moving their lips together again. Hyunjin hesitantly poked his tongue out and Changbin took the opportunity to suck on it, earning a whimper as Hyunjin fisted the front of the elders shirt. Changbin kissed him deeply and, just as he expected, the younger caught on quickly, tongues gracefully dancing together amidst sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

Pulling away for desperately needed oxygen, they rested their foreheads together as Changbin panted through a smile and Hyunjin stared at him, a hazy look in his eyes. Seconds later, Hyunjin pressed his lips to his hyung’s with new fervor, hands still tightly clutching at the material of Changbin’s shirt. He moaned wantonly when the elder squeezed at his waist.

Hyunjin felt the need to prove what he had learned despite not being asked this time around. He gave up trying to act like all this was new to him and just gave into kissing Changbin. Using his tongue like a hook, Hyunjin dragged Bin’s upper lip into his mouth and nipped at the flesh. The older groaned deeply and his hips canted upwards unintentionally. Pleased with himself, Hyunjin took to exploring Changbin’s mouth, earning moans and whimpers alike. When he finally pulled back, Changbin was the one dazed; kiss-bitten, swollen lips a deep, cherry red and eyes black and lecherous.

“Fuck,” he breathed, throwing his head back again. “Fuck! Why are you such a fast learner?”

The younger smirked, a sudden urge to kiss down Changbin’s exposed throat flashed in his mind but he quickly rid his brain of the thought, sure that that would be too far. At least for the moment.

Changbin laughed at the ceiling. It was almost lethargic. “I think the student has surpassed the teacher, fucking hell!”

Hyunjin couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up in his chest and he covered his mouth, eyes forming crescent moons above his hand.

“You can’t just look all cute after you did...that,” Bin mumbled when he glanced at the laughing boy in his lap. Suddenly reminded of the whole ‘canting of his hips’ thing and the very evident bulge in his pants underneath Hyunjin’s ass, Changbin flushed, mortified. Hyunjin took that exact moment to squirm in the olders lap and Bin groaned sheepishly. “That’s probably completely unwarranted since we were just kissing but uhh...fuck it! It’s your fault for being too good at kissing so thanks for that!”

Joy mixed with pride bloomed in Hyunjin and he bit his lip, giggling even more, before leaning in to whisper in Changbin’s ear once more. “It was my pleasure,” he taunted, taking Bin’s earring between his teeth and tugged at it gently; the older shivered under him. Then he was out of Changbin’s lap in a flash. As he made his way out of the living room, he called over his shoulder, “I’ll leave you to take care of that.”

“You little shit!” Changbin shouted after him, prompting Hyunjin to wiggle his fingers in a wave before rounding a corner. Bin dropped his head back on the couch, fancying a good old, frustrated scream, but he stayed quiet. He finally got off the couch and headed off to take care of his problem.

And if he imagined Hyunjin taking him apart bit by bit while he simultaneously took Hyunjin apart when he wrapped his hand around his aching, positively dripping cock, that was no one’s business.

He did.

He also chanted Hyunjin’s name in a whisper as he spurted white all over himself and his hand.

But again, no one’s business.

And if Hyunjin got off to the sounds his hyung was making in the other room while he imagined how good Changbin would look covered in his cum, just to reiterate, that was no one’s business.

He did.

He was also overcome with an overwhelming wave of guilt moments after he came to the thought of Changbin.

No one’s business.

~

It became a normal thing, secret kisses and immediate guilt and burying of feelings. Hyunjin was sick to his stomach quite often, to the point that Chan got concerned with how often he was saying he was sick and going to lay down. Changbin worried that it was his fault. Maybe the younger was sick of him. Maybe he hated kissing Bin and just kept going along with it so as not to make him feel bad. If only he hadn’t said yes, if only they didn’t keep this up, if only, if, if. Changbin worried himself sick but he didn’t let Chan notice because Chan definitely didn’t need anything else to worry about.

“I’m going to go check on him,” Changbin volunteered a few minutes after Hyunjin mentioned he was feeling off and went to lay down for the nth time that week. Chan gave him an appreciative look and nodded approvingly.

Bin headed for the kitchen to make some ginger tea to soothe Hyunjin’s upset stomach. Once it was brewed, he took the steaming mug and knocked lightly on Hyunjin’s bedroom door before quietly opening it and peeking his head in. “Jinnie, it’s me. I brought you some ginger tea. It might help your stomach.”

Hyunjin grunted and laid still, facing the wall as Changbin padded in and set the mug down on the bedside table. The older hesitated before sitting on the bed in the curve Hyunjin’s legs formed and rested a gentle hand on his arm. “Jinnie,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Changbin heard a sniffle and his heart immediately clenched in pain at the thought of Hyunjin crying. “Oh, Jinnie, baby. Don’t cry,” he pleaded selfishly, knowing just how much it hurt to see him cry.

Hyunjin let out a sob. “Why did you say you’re sorry? What for? I’m the one that’s sorry. I’m so sorry,” he babbled, voice cracking every other word. “I’m so sorry, hyung.”

“Jinnie,” Bin hesitated, on the brink of tears himself and he was sure they would spill when he saw the younger’s face but he asked anyway. “Can you look at me, please?” Hyunjin hiccuped and turned to face the older, unable to look him in the eye. “What are you apologizing for, baby? You have nothing to be sorry for!”

Throwing his hands up in the air, Hyunjin scoffed exasperatedly. “You couldn’t be more wrong, hyung!” He let his hands fall back to his sides and laughed sardonically through his tears.

Changbin couldn’t help the hurt expression that morphed his features. “I can’t know unless you tell me,” he tried, reaching for the younger’s hand to squeeze reassuringly. “You can tell me anything, Jinnie.” He could practically see the gears turning in Hyunjin’s head as he debated on whether or not to tell his hyung the truth. “I’m not sure if you think this or not, but I’m not mad at you. And I won’t be, no matter what you tell me. I just want to know what’s wrong because I’m worried sick about you and I want to fix whatever’s wrong if I can.”

Hyunjin’s bottom lip trembled as fresh tears spilled over his cheeks. He shot up and wrapped his arms around Changbin, weeping into his shoulder as the older took him into his arms and soothed a hand up and down his back. “Jinnie,” he whispered, burying his face in Hyunjin’s neck. But that’s all he said. He waited patiently for the younger to speak his mind.

“I lied to you,” Hyunjin mumbled into his t-shirt. “I lied about,” his body shook with the deep breath he took, “I lied about not having experience.” Hyunjin pulled away and sat hunched over, staring into his own lap and fiddled with a loose string on his pant leg. “I made it all up. All of it. The whole kissing practice thing was just an excuse. And I kept the lie going and I feel awful about it. I feel so sick over it because I never intended to hurt you or force you into it or anything like that. I feel sick over it because I’ve had feelings for you this whole time and I’ve been ignoring them so much when I’m with you that when I’m not with you, they all come crashing down on me and I feel like I’m going to throw up because I’m so overwhelmed with guilt. I can’t lie to you anymore, hyung. I never wanted to in the first place. But my stupid brain couldn’t figure out another way to make you see that I’m in love with you. So instead, I just hurt the both of us. Like an idiot. And I know I hurt you because you wouldn’t have apologized if I didn’t. You’re too sweet, saying you’re sorry for something that isn’t even remotely your fault and you know it. You’re too sweet and I love you for it. So much. And I’m so, so sorry.”

Changbin’s brain couldn’t process the entirety of the sudden influx of information that had just poured out of Hyunjin’s mouth. All he could process was three things, and he told Hyunjin so. “All I heard was ‘I lied’, ‘I’m sorry’, and ‘I’m in love with you’.” Hyunjin looked somewhat fearful, combined with embarrassment and regret. The older shook his head and took Hyunjin’s hands into his own. “And I’m telling you the exact same thing. I lied in the sense that I never told you I had feelings for you when I’ve had them since we first met. I’m sorry that I kept this thing going without telling you everything--I’m the hyung here, that’s on me. And I’m in love with you, too.”

“Y-you don’t hate me?” Hyunjin’s brows were scrunched together and he stared at the older in disbelief.

Reaching up to wipe away the new tears from the younger’s cheeks, Changbin shook his head adamantly. “Baby, no! I could never hate you! I mean, I can’t say I like the fact that you lied to me but I don’t blame you because I lied to you, too. We both didn’t know how to just come right out with our feelings. And besides, it got us this far, didn’t it?”

Hyunjin chuckled sadly, “I guess so. I’m still really sorry, hyung.”

“I know, Jinnie. Me too,” Changbin gently tugged him forward into another hug which Hyunjin gladly melted into. “I love you.”

Another sob slipped past Hyunjin’s lips and he laughed at himself, “Sorry, I didn’t know I would react like that hearing you say that for the first time.”

Changbin hummed and nuzzled into his neck, arms squeezing Hyunjin’s waist. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, hyung.”

~

“You said you don’t hate me but you’re spending awfully long amounts of time in your studio here lately.” Hyunjin’s teasing voice startled a very focused Changbin who was absorbed in whatever he was working on. He quickly spun around in his chair and his gaze found the younger standing in the doorway, his hip leant against the door frame and arms crossed over his chest, eyebrow raised, feigning suspicion.

Changbin whined, “You know I miss you like crazy. I’ve just had so much work to get done.”

Smirk curving his lips, Hyunjin sauntered into the room, closing the door behind him and turned the lock. “Why don’t you show me how much you miss me?” He taunted as he dropped onto the sofa in Changbin’s studio, clearly expecting the older to come to him.

Bin scoffed lightly before turning back around to fiddle with something while defeat and embarrassment crept up in Hyunjin; he genuinely thought Changbin was just ignoring him and finishing his work like the younger wasn’t even there. But soon, a sultry melody with heavy bass flooded through the speakers in the studio [Electric (R3hab Remix) (feat. Khalid) - Alina Baraz] and Changbin turned back around to face Hyunjin, smirking himself when he saw the expression on Hyunjin’s face. Pushing out of his chair, Bin stalked over to the couch, slipping his t-shirt over his head and tossed it behind himself carelessly as he watched Hyunjin rake his carnal gaze over the newly exposed skin, dark eyes hooded and full lips parted.

When he finally stood in front of the younger, he snickered wickedly and leaned in to ghost his lips over Hyunjin’s before gently guiding him to lay down on the sofa, body rolling fluidly as he climbed on top of him. “That was way too smooth,” Hyunjin whispered, impressed, causing Changbin’s smirk to widen if that was even possible.

“Kinda surprised myself there, honestly.” His smirk transformed into a genuine smile as he chuckled at himself and Hyunjin thought he looked positively beautiful in that moment. The feeling was mutual. Changbin stared at the boy below him -- long blond hair splayed out around his head, flush high on his cheeks, an enthralled fascination swirled deep in his inky eyes alongside pure admiration and want. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, mesmerized.

“Kiss me,” Hyunjin breathed. Changbin didn’t need to be told twice. He bent down and brushed their noses together ever so gently before capturing Hyunjin’s lips. Moving gracefully, Bin kissed him deeply, wanting to convey as much emotion as he possibly could, needing Hyunjin to know how much he loved him. He couldn’t help but say it, though.

“I love you, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin hummed against his mouth, “Mmm, love you, too, hyung. So much.” He threw his arms around Changbin, pulling him in even closer and arched into him when the older teased their tongues together.

“Want you,” Hyunjin gasped after moments of kissing the life out of each other. “Want you so bad.”

Changbin growled, kissing along Hyunjin’s jawline and down his neck as the younger boy bared his throat for him. Desperately wanting to leave marks, he knew he couldn’t leave anything in visible areas so he softly mouthed, kissed, and licked at the column of Hyunjin’s neck, earning constant whimpers and whines because of the sensitivity of the area. When Bin reached his clavicle, the urge won over and he sucked a deep plum-colored mark where he thought would be the perfect place. Sitting up to marvel at Hyunjin, Changbin let out a pleased hum at how divine the younger looked with his claim on him. The stylist noonas probably wouldn’t be too happy but Hyunjin looked plenty sexy when he was more covered up so Changbin didn’t think it would be too much of a problem. He didn’t care anyway. Hyunjin was his.

“Mine,” he murmured as he bent down again briefly to kiss at the pretty bruise. When he sat back up, he smiled in awe. “Always wanted to know what you’d look like underneath me like this.”

Hyunjin huffed out a chuckle, “And how do I look?”

“Impossibly perfect. Better than I ever dreamed,” Bin praised, eyes sparkling when he noticed Hyunjin’s cheeks redden. He shook his head and laughed breathily, “And I haven’t even ruined you yet!”

“Binnie hyung,” Hyunjin whined, pouting just how Changbin liked so much.

Bin smirked, “I know, baby,” he leaned down to kiss him again, “I’ve got you.” Hands trailing up Hyunjin’s sides and lifting his shirt in the process, Changbin sucked at his plush lips, fingertips delicately dancing over the other boy’s skin. Goosebumps rose under his touch and the younger arched into him again, moaning sweetly, so receptive and sensitive. “Off,” Changbin murmured against Hyunjin’s mouth.

Sitting up to lift his shirt over his head and toss it to the side, Hyunjin promptly fell back against the cushion, hair flooding out around him again. The dim, hazy light that filled the room lit up his blond strands and looked suspiciously like a halo to Changbin. But he knew better. This was no angel beneath him. This was a devil with a halo. Hyunjin had been shy and pliant but when he noticed how Changbin was staring at him, he couldn’t help but smirk as a wicked naughtiness shone behind his eyes and Changbin swore this boy would be the end of him.

Without warning, Bin leaned down to mouth at one of Hyunjin’s pert nipples and he grinned against his skin when the younger boy whimpered and canted his hips, the brief flash of power behind his eyes vanishing as quickly as it appeared. The older tugged gently with his teeth, earning a gasp and a roll of Hyunjin’s hips. Changbin hummed, “Bet I could make you cum from just your nipples, hmm? Would you like that, pup?”

Hyunjin shook his head fervently, “No! Want you, hyung!”

Chuckling, Changbin nodded as he pressed kisses over to Hyunjin’s other side. “Alright. Patience, baby. I told you I’d ruin you and I’m going to take my time. Understood?”

Sucking in a breath past his teeth, Hyunjin melted further into the sofa, “Yes, hyung.”

Changbin took his time toying with Hyunjin’s nipples before mouthing over the entirety of his chest, leaving burgundy flowers blooming in his wake, littering his skin with possessive marks. Whimpering and biting at his lips, Hyunjin craved more and Changbin could feel just how badly he needed him. He tugged at the waistband of the younger boy’s jeans, “I’m gonna take these off now. Is that ok?”

“Please,” Hyunjin begged simply. So Bin unfastened them slowly and slipped the material down his legs and threw it behind himself blindly before kneeling between his legs and bending down to mouth at his clothed cock. “Oh!” Hyunjin gasped, hands immediately flying to Changbin’s hair and tugging at the strands at the nape of his neck. The older smiled against him and hooked his fingers under the band, looking up for permission. When Hyunjin nodded, hooded eyes fluttering and lips bitten red, looking absolutely breathtaking, Bin removed them, wasting no time in mouthing at his leaking cock. The younger squirmed beneath him, mewling as he sucked at his balls. “Hyung, I-” A strangled moan cut off his words when Changbin wrapped his pretty doll lips around the head of his dick.

“Hmm?” Bin questioned wordlessly, suckling tenderly. But Hyunjin didn’t answer; he threw his head back and cursed under his breath when Changbin moved further down. Hollowing his cheeks, he bobbed his head, gradually taking more and more of Hyunjin. The younger writhed, wanton moans spilling from his lips.

Hyunjin had quite a bit of length but Changbin knew he could take it so he relaxed his throat and slid all the way down. “Hyung! Mouth- so good- I- Oh my god!” Hyunjin slurred, tightening his grasp on the hair in his fists. Bin’s chest warmed, proud of himself, knowing he was giving Hyunjin so much pleasure he could barely speak. The head of Hyunjin’s cock repeatedly hit the back of his throat before he stilled, swallowing around him, urging a weak scream from the boy under him.

Changbin loved how vocal Hyunjin was but in that moment, he was eternally grateful for the soundproof walls surrounding them. He lifted off Hyunjin’s cock, having decided it was sufficiently wet, and if not, the pre-cum would make the slide easier. Bin sat up on his knees and untucked himself, not even bothering to take off his sweats, just shoving them out of the way enough before leaning forward to hover over Hyunjin. Avoiding his hair, Changbin rested on his forearm against the cushion and slotted their hips together, hard, leaking cocks brushing each other as he watched the younger’s face morph in euphoria.

Spitting in his hand, just in case, Bin reached down between them and took both cocks in his hand, instantly dropping his head to Hyunjin’s neck and rolling his hips into his grasp. Hyunjin groaned and wrapped his arms around Changbin’s torso. “Yes,” he whispered in his ear, “You feel so good, hyung. Touch me just like that.”

Controlling nature fading in and out, Hyunjin vacilated between flustered, slurred words and heated, dirty talk like it was the easiest thing in the world and Changbin couldn’t help but be amused despite the tingle that shot up his spine at Hyunjin’s words. He smiled against Hyunjin’s fiery skin, placing small kisses on the junction where his neck met his shoulder.

Changbin continued to tug at their cocks until Hyunjin was whining in his ear and digging his nails into his back. “I’m so close, hyung. Please make me cum. Please,” he panted as he thrusted into Bin’s fist.

The older groaned in response, rhythm speeding up slightly and he stopped every once in a while to squeeze at the heads. “‘m close too, pup. Gonna make a mess of you. Gonna cum all over your pretty tummy. Bet you look gorgeous covered in my cum.”

Hyunjin suddenly stopped breathing, seizing up and arching into the older, chests pressing together as he spilled himself over Changbin’s hand and his own stomach. Bin leaned up just in time to see the ecstasy freeze up his beautiful features, hypnotized by the boy beneath him. “Wow,” he breathed, helping Hyunjin ride out his orgasm. Air returned to the younger boy’s lungs and he turned to lazily smile at Changbin.

He stopped stroking them together, letting Hyunjin’s cock fall into the mess on his stomach as he sat up and grasped his own length. Using the cum his hand was covered in to ease the slide even more, Bin fisted himself eagerly and seconds later, he streaked Hyunjin’s stomach with his own release. Changbin slouched as the energy evaporated from him.

Through heavy-lidded eyes, he watched Hyunjin trail his fingertips through the cum on his abdomen, swirling it around sloppily, mixing their releases before scooping up a decent amount. Changbin’s eyes widened and his dick twitched in renewed interest as Hyunjin brought his fingers to his mouth and wrapped his pillowy, kiss-bitten lips around them. Their eyes met as the younger boy cleaned his fingers of their cum, blown pupils swimming with desire and mischief.

“Fuck,” Changbin huffed, hovering over Hyunjin once more. “What a dirty baby!” Hyunjin smirked as he pulled his fingers from his mouth, a single strand of saliva connecting them. Bin broke it with the tip of his tongue before capturing the younger boy’s lips and dipping his tongue in to taste their cum on Hyunjin’s tongue.

He moaned at the older’s boldness and kissed him deeper. He teasingly mumbled against Changbin’s lips, “You’re dirty, too, hyung, aren’t you?” Bin just smiled and kissed him again.

After losing track of the time they spent kissing and giving himself enough of a refractory time period, Changbin pulled away and met Hyunjin’s eyes. “How about you flip over so I can taste you some more, hmm?” Hyunjin nodded quickly and reached for a t-shirt on the floor to rid his stomach of the rest of the mess. He was pretty sure it was his own shirt and in the back of his mind, he briefly hoped Bin had a spare or at least a hoodie so he wouldn’t have to return to the dorms suspiciously shirtless.

He cleaned himself off and turned over as requested and Changbin’s hands immediately gripped at his ass, kneading the flesh and spreading his cheeks. “Fuck, Jinnie! You’re too pretty, god!” Hyunjin looked over his shoulder at the older and scrunched his nose in a teasing manner while shaking his ass as best he could in Changbin’s grasp. Bin landed a slap against his right cheek, punishment for his playful taunting, and Hyunjin groaned deeply, dropping his head to the couch cushion and lifting his hips slightly, seemingly silently begging for more.

Changbin willingly obliged his unspoken request, his expression a nasty sneer as he smacked Hyunjin’s left cheek. “Wanna look in the mirror and see my handprints on your ass? My marks all over your pretty chest and thighs? Feel my lingering touch on your heated skin? Know you’re mine?” He demanded, spellbound by the way Hyunjin’s ass jiggled every time he laid a hard slap on the soft flesh.

Hyunjin wailed loudly at a particularly harsh spank and pushed his ass back towards Changbin. “Fuck, yes! More! Please, more! Make me yours, hyung!”

Bin growled unrestrainedly and ceased his attack on Hyunjin’s reddened skin, instead moving to lick a long stripe up his puckered hole. The younger boy let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a squeak and Changbin smiled against his skin at how oddly cute it was. He continued to lick and suck at his rim, urging the sweetest melodies to flow from his lover. When he poked his tongue inside, Hyunjin laughed deliriously, drunk with pleasure. Changbin thrusted his tongue in and out of Hyunjin’s pretty hole while the younger urged him on with frantic praise, “Oh, Binnie-hyung! Your filthy mouth feels so fucking good on me! You eat my ass so well! Fuck, just like that! Eat my ass just like that, yes! Yes!”

He pushed back again and Bin gripped at his ass and thighs, leaving prints and crescent-shaped indents as he massaged the flesh and buried his tongue in further, sucking at his rim. Adding a single finger, Changbin pushed the digit in alongside his tongue only to discover that it went in far too easily. He hummed suspiciously and sat up on his heels, sliding two fingers in place of one and Hyunjin whined at the feeling. “Tell me, pup,” he prompted, wiping the spit from his chin with the back of his hand and pumped his fingers slowly. “What have you been doing that’s got your slutty hole so loose, hmm?”

Hyunjin whimpered, burying his face further into his folded arms. Changbin slapped his ass again, “Answer me, pup.”

“F-fingered my-myself in the s-shower before I got here,” he admitted shamefully, stuttering as he dared to look back at the elder with his eyes wide and pleading. “Th-thought of you the wh-whole time, h-hyung.”

How the younger went from filthy, dirty talk to bashful stuttering in two seconds flat continued to bewilder Changbin but he was thoroughly enjoying the rollercoaster that was Hyunjin. He grunted in approval, “Good boy.”

Hyunjin’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head and he couldn’t help but rut against the couch at the blatant praise. Changbin snickered at him, plunging his fingers in even further but still avoided his prostate. “You gonna cum from my fingers, baby?” He questioned, adding a third digit and urging a shaky groan from the boy beneath him.

“No!” Hyunjin shook his head adamantly as he rocked back onto Changbin’s fingers. “Wanna cum- I wanna cum on your cock. Please, hyung. Fuck me, please!”

Changbin hummed, “But, pup. I haven’t got any lube. Your hole may be loose from fingering yourself but I don’t want to hurt you stuffing my cock in your ass without lube. I don’t have a condom either.” His tone was disparaging, laced with overly-dramatic dissatisfaction even though he was genuinely dissapointed; he really did want to fuck Hyunjin but the last thing he wanted was to really hurt him.

Hyunjin shook his head again and gestured off towards another part of the room. “Back pocket,” he huffed. “Jeans back pocket. Brought lube.” He swallowed, still panting as Changbin spread his fingers wide inside him. “Don’t need a condom. Wanna feel you, hyung, please.”

Changbin stilled, “Are you sure, baby?”

“We’re clean. Don’t need it,” the younger boy mumbled, “Want you.”

Pressing kisses against the base of Hyunjin’s spine, Bin slowly pulled out his fingers, “Alright, baby. I’ll be right back.”

He rose from the couch to search for Hyunjin’s jeans that he had tossed god knows where, shucking off his own pants in the process -- why he hadn’t taken them off up until then, he had no clue, but he was glad to be rid of them. After coming up empty handed fishing through one pocket, he found a small bottle of lube tucked away in the opposite side and cheered internally before returning to the sofa where Hyunjin was rutting desperately against the cushion in his impatience. Bin was suddenly thankful that the material was easy to clean as he was sure Hyunjin was making a mess of it and they both would make even more of a mess not using a condom. He shrugged off his worries and resumed his place between Hyunjin’s thighs, uncapping the lube and squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers.

Warming it, Changbin hovered his hand over Hyunjin’s twitching hole, “I’m going to open you up a little more, OK, pup?”

“Hurry, please,” the younger boy begged, “Want you.”

Pressing in, Bin reminded him, “Patience, baby,” even though he was becoming desperate himself. He scissored his fingers around, searching for that spot that would make Hyunjin see stars and beg even more for Changbin’s cock.

He knew he found it when Hyunjin jolted forward and let out a choked, gurgled sounding moan and he couldn’t help but chuckle when the younger boy whipped his head over his shoulder and glared at him. Dropping the honorifics, it was Hyunjin’s turn to growl, “Now, Changbin! Fuck me now!”

Bin retracted his hand and lifted both up in surrender, still smiling, “As you wish.”

Lubing up his neglected cock, Changbin hissed in sensitivity as he gave himself a few good tugs. He lightly smacked Hyunjin’s hip, “Up.” The younger boy immediately lifted his hips, rising to his knees while still leaning his forearms and the side of his face into the sofa cushion. “Good boy,” Bin praised, lining himself up and teasing Hyunjin’s fluttering hole with the head of his cock. He carefully pressed in, Hyunjin’s breath hitching with the initial stretch, going slow so the younger had time to adjust. When he was about halfway in, Changbin rubbed a comforting hand over Hyunjin’s lower back, “You OK, baby?”

“Ngh, more, more, please more,” he wailed, pushing back against the elder.

Changbin chuckled fondly and slid in the rest of the way, hips pressed snugly against Hyunjin’s ass. “There,” he breathed, barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin gripped at the edge of the cushion, “Fuck, you’re big!” Usually, Changbin would absolutely preen at that kind of glorifying but for some reason, he just blushed and let out the tiniest of squeaks.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, dropping his head forward onto Hyunjin’s back, barely changing the angle but it was enough for the younger boy to feel it.

“Oh!” Hyunjin shivered, breathing heavy as he reached back with one hand to grip at Changbin. His hand landed somewhere between his thigh and ass; he couldn’t tell where but he wasn’t complaining and immediately squeezed a handful of his thick body. Bin grunted and the younger laughed breathily, “Don’t apologize! You’re perfect! Just let me- don’t move for a minute. I gotta-”

Changbin tenderly covered the boy with his own body and whispered in his ear to calm him, “Thank you, Jinnie. You’re perfect, too.” He pressed gentle kisses along Hyunjin’s shoulder, smiling into his skin as he spoke. “Just relax, baby. Take your time. You let me know if it’s too much, OK? We’ll stop!”

“No, I want this! I want you! I just- you’re so-” Hyunjin’s words trailed off into a moan as he rolled his own hips. “Big! Feels so good! You feel so good, hyung!”

The elder squeezed his eyes shut, willing the urge to just pound into him to go away, and took a shaky breath, “Does it hurt?”

Hyunjin shook his head. “Uh-uh,” he slurred, “‘s just a lot.” After another minute or two, the younger boy nodded, “‘s OK, hyung. You can move.”

Changbin kept his position, mouthing at Hyunjin’s neck and shoulder to distract him somewhat, but he started to roll his hips experimentally. Little grunts and whimpers passed Hyunjin’s plush lips and Bin pressed sweet kisses to the side of his face, whispering praises in his ear, “My baby. So good for me. Love you, Jinnie. You feel amazing. You’re so beautiful, my pretty baby.”

Tears streaked Hyunjin’s cheeks and Changbin kissed them away, “Love you, hyung.” He squeezed the flesh in his grip, “Harder, please.”

Bin drew back his hips a little further each time he thrusted, mild but still powerful. Hyunjin’s grasp on his side fell away and instead, he reached up behind himself to thread his fingers through Changbin’s hair, keeping him close as the elder peppered his skin with kisses. Changbin nuzzled into him, whispering ‘I love you’s.

Hyunjin loved the pure bliss that he felt in Changbin’s arms, being smothered in love and praises. But he wanted to cum again. And he wanted to get fucked. Hard. So he begged for it like a good boy. “Please, more. I need more. Please fuck me harder, hyung! I need it! Please, hyung!”

Changbin straightened up with a low growl, “Such a good boy for me, begging so sweetly. I’ll give you what you want, baby.” His hands found Hyunjin’s hips, his hold tight and sure to leave prints, and he drew back, leaving just the tip of his cock in the younger’s tight hole before plunging in.

Hyunjin let out a shaky groan, wiggling his ass against Changbin’s hips. The elder held him tighter and repeated his deep thrust, reveling in the wanton moan it punched out of the boy under him. “You’re still so tight, baby. Feel so good around me, sucking me back in every time I pull out. So good for me!” He was transfixed as he watched his cock slide past Hyunjin’s tight ring of muscles.

Wailing and grunting and meeting Changbin’s thrusts, Hyunjin pleaded again, “Please, hyung! Fuck me! Pound my tight ass! Fuck me harder, please!”

Growling again, Changbin quickened his pace before lifting one leg, changing the angle and abruptly causing the most beautiful sounds to pass Hyunjin’s pillowy lips. He reduced him to sobs and whines, mewling instead of forming complete words and clawing at the couch cushions. Bin smirked through his exertion, laughing lightly at how much he had succeeded in ruining the boy.

He was nearing his climax and breathed out one last question he hoped the younger could somehow form a coherent answer to. “I’m close, pup. Where do you want my cum?”

“Ngh, in me. In me, inside, please cum in me, hyung. I need your cum, need you to cum inside, please, need you to fill me up,” Hyunjin cried, plenty coherently, thighs trembling as he felt heat pool in his own belly.

Changbin leaned over Hyunjin once more, one hand steady on his hip while the other reached around to fist at his dripping cock. “Gonna cum, pup? Gonna cum for me like a good boy?” The elder mumbled in his ear, tone almost taunting, “Gonna make a filthy mess of yourself again?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Hyunjin sobbed, “Please can I cum, hyung?”

Burying his nose into the younger boy’s neck, he smirked against his skin and gave him permission. “Of course, baby! Go ahead, cum on my cock.”

Whispering ‘thank you’s over and over again, Hyunjin’s body began to shake from how close he was. Changbin straightened up once again, effortlessly lifting Hyunjin’s knees off the sofa and he tugged just right and thrusted against the perfect spot and Hyunjin was done. Legs spasming, still clawing at the cushion he could reach, Hyunjin cried out, “Changbin! God, fuck!”

Ribbons of white sprayed over the sofa cushion and the younger boy’s walls tightened around Bin, tipping him over the edge. He stroked Hyunjin through his orgasm while he pumped him full of his cum. Changbin collapsed back on his heels, Hyunjin awkwardly falling into his lap, still connected to each other.

Using the microscopic amount of energy he had left, Hyunjin leaned back into Changbin and turned to place a lazy kiss against his jawline, melting into him as he let his battery recharge enough to make it back to the dorms.

Speaking of making it back to the dorms, Hyunjin looked down at himself and the mess of the couch in front of him and groaned. “We gotta clean up.”

“Good thing this is a pleather couch or else that stain would be a real bitch to get out,” Changbin chuckled, glancing around the room at the strewn about clothes in search of something to wipe up the mess with. His eyes landed on the roll of paper towels he kept on his desk for the frequent times he ate in his studio and subsequently spilled multiple things.

Bin’s mind whirled with various things as he silently stared at the paper towels on the other side of the room -- Hyunjin needs a shirt of some kind since he wiped up cum with his. I should have a spare hoodie in that bag over there. Chan’s probably still up even if no one else is. How are we gonna get past him without looking incredibly suspicious? Oh god, I just came in Hyunjin’s ass! That’s gonna leak out before we can get in the shower at home! Fuck! “Really wish I had a butt plug right now.”

Hyunjin snorted and turned to look at him, “Excuse me?”

“What? I- oh. I said that out loud,” Changbin grinned sheepishly. “It’s just- OK I’m not saying this to be kinky or anything but a butt plug would be convenient right now since I just came in your ass and we have to somehow make it back to the dorms, you know?”

Throwing his head back, Hyunjin laughed warmly, “I think I’ve got that handled, thanks. I’ll be fine.” Changbin nodded, still trying to come up with solutions to his other dilemmas. “Do you have an extra shirt? Mine’s kinda…” Hyunjin trailed off, gesturing at it on the floor next to the couch.

It was Bin’s turn to laugh. “Yeah. Hoodie in the bag over there,” he pointed in its direction before inclining his head towards his desk. “We can use the paper towels to clean up what we can. I’m gonna go grab them so I have to pull out now, OK?”

Hyunjin braced himself and nodded, both boys wincing in oversensitivity as Changbin moved Hyunjin off his lap, soft dick falling to his hip. When Bin returned to the sofa with the paper towels, he couldn’t help but laugh at Hyunjin who was desperately trying not to kneel or put a hand in the mess. “Sorry, sorry!” He rushed to help when the younger boy glared at him.

Once the couch was no longer a disaster and the two were as clean as they could be given the circumstances, they pulled their clothes on and Changbin gathered up his stuff before they headed for the dorms.

“How much you wanna bet Chan ‘knows’ we did something?” Hyunjin joked as they were walking down a stairwell.

Changbin let out a playful, pained noise, “Let’s just hope he’s preoccupied since we both know he won’t be sleeping.” Hyunjin nodded in agreement. “And if he’s not, don’t act suspicious!”

“Easy for you to say!”

Bin spoke up again a few moments later. “Was,” he hesitated, “Was that OK? I mean, was it good for you? Umm…”

Hyunjin took one look at Changbin’s clearly stressed expression and burst out laughing, “Yes, hyung. 10/10 would fuck again.”

The elder tried to hold back his own laugh but ultimately failed, “Oh, uhh, yeah, same.” Hyunjin knocked his hip, still giggling as he hooked their arms together.

When they arrived back at the dorms, much to their chagrin, Chan was waiting in the living room like a dad that was pissed with his teenage children for coming home way past curfew. “I had a feeling you two were up to something,” he squinted at them skeptically. “What did you do?”

“Fuck!” Changbin breathed in annoyance but Hyunjin took it the wrong way.

“Hyung, I thought you said we weren’t going to tell him what we did!”

Changbin felt like he was dying inside.

Chan just stared at the floor, entirely unwilling to make eye contact with either boy.

Hyunjin just giggled, “Oops?”

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His Little Imp

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Warning: Finger sucking, blowjob, face-fucking, cum play/cum eating, handjob, slight exhibitionism (if you squint), usual dirty talk, and language.

A/N: soooo I haven’t posted something like this in ages 👀 like I haven’t done a member x member fic in a really long time. but this idea barged into my head while I was trying to fall asleep one night and it wouldn’t go away. plus, this is a favorite trope of mine heh heh. also, it is conveniently Felix’s birthday as I’m posting this (I swear that wasn’t actually intentional, it just worked out that way lol). this isn’t edited bc I kinda forgot and also I’m lazy 😂 anywho, I hope you enjoy - I sure enjoyed writing it hehe ❤

The whipped cream was distracting. Tasty, sure, but it was the tiny glob on the side of Felix's mouth that he had somehow missed when he licked his lips that kept grabbing Seungmin's attention. After a few moments of actively trying, and failing, to ignore it, Seungmin sighed exasperatedly and reached to thumb it away. "Lix, you have whipped cream on your face," he alerted the older boy before he swiped the offending substance off his skin.

Felix made a noise of recognition and leaned forward to give Seungmin better access. The younger gently scooped the cream off with his thumb but wasn't fast enough in retracting his hand; without warning, Felix sucked the whipped cream off and giggled as his cheeks tinged slightly pink. Seungmin stilled, lips parted and eyes wide, and he could only imagine how red his own face was. Felix shrugged and looked away as Seungmin finally let his hand drop to his own lap, "Couldn't let it go to waste."

Seungmin awkwardly cleared his throat and nodded stiffly, "Uh, yeah, of course."

And that was that. They both went back to what they were doing before the 'incident', Felix acting like nothing had happened. But Seungmin was still distracted, just not by the whipped cream anymore. He couldn't get the image of his thumb in Felix's mouth out of his head; those pillowy, raspberry-colored lips, how warm and wet his mouth was, the juxtaposition of innocence and mischief that glinted in the older boy's eyes when Seungmin finally tore his gaze away from Felix's mouth and made brief eye contact, and the faint blush that dusted over those freckled cheeks.

That moment replayed in Seungmin's head way more times than he would ever admit. Not that he would admit to thinking about Felix's mouth in the first place, absolutely not. Seungmin definitely didn't think about Felix's mouth when he was tucked away in bed that night, staring at the inside of his eyelids and willing himself to just go to sleep.

~

Days later, Seungmin was cooking something in the kitchen of the dorm, it being his idea instead of Felix's for once. He regretted that idea fairly quickly when he gracelessly elbowed a full bowl off the countertop and reflexively tried to catch it, making an even bigger mess in the process. Seungmin swore and threw his head back dramatically, groaning in frustration.

"Lix, I made a mess again."

Felix shuffled into the kitchen already laughing even before he saw the state the younger boy was in, "How many times are you gonna tell me that exact thing in our lifetimes?"

Seungmin shrugged his shoulders and held up both hands, one of which was dripping with the sauce from the bowl, and stared down, past his sauce-streaked apron, at the liquid covering the floor surrounding and all over his feet. Felix tip-toed closer, avoiding the splatters and various sized puddles, and grabbed Seungmin's wrist which startled him. He looked over just in time to see Felix's plump lips closing around two fingers. The texture of Felix's tongue sliding against the pads of his fingertips, ridding them of the sauce, also rid his brain of anything and everything; his mind was just static. His entire body felt like static, too. The only place that had any feeling left was the hand in Felix's grasp and mouth. Jolts of electricity transferred from Felix's taste buds down Seungmin's wrist into the numbness of his arm while Seungmin stood motionless, mouth agape and something akin to disbelief etched into his expression.

Felix dragged the fingers from his mouth and looked off into the distance as he licked his lips, "Needs more salt."

Apparently, even when his entire body is in some weird form of hibernation, Seungmin's knack for sarcasm is completely unharmed, working as usual despite the lack of function everywhere else. So he said the first thing that barged into his empty brain, "Oh, well, hand me the salt shaker. I'll just sprinkle some on the floor here."

Felix snorted and doubled over with laughter, his tiny hands clutching his knees, "Sorry. Sorry, that, yeah, never mind." He wiped at his eyes and straightened up, "Let's clean up."

Seungmin nodded in agreement and looked disdainfully at his feet, "I really need to change my socks." Felix followed his gaze and cringed before busting out laughing again.

And just like that, they acted like nothing happened. Again. Only this time, Seungmin had a new image brandished into the back of his eyelids when he struggled to sleep that night. And this time when Seungmin replayed the moment in his mind, there was definitely no trace of innocence in Felix's eyes.

~

Now that his brain had so thoughtfully provided him with a new fixation, all Seungmin could think about was Felix's plush lips and warm, wet mouth. His eyes found Felix's face far too often and lingered on his lips for far too long. It was getting bad and he really hoped that no one noticed, especially Felix. But, alas, luck was not on his side -- it never was when it came to this 'situation'.

"Minnie, you're staring again," Felix pointed out from his spot on the couch, legs draped over the back and his head dangling with his attention fixed on his phone.

Seungmin grunted in acknowledgement and blinked rapidly. In his defense, he admittedly had been staring at Felix's mouth but sometime before his brain alerted him to look away after an unsuspicious amount of time, his thoughts wandered and he ended up staring off into space, deep in contemplation. "Sorry," he apologized and squirmed in his seat across from Felix, "Just thinking, didn't even know I was staring."

Felix hummed and spun himself around so he was sitting like a normal human being before patting the place next to him for Seungmin to come sit. "But, unconsciously or not, you've been staring at me a lot." Felix watched the younger make his way over, frowning when he sat down on the opposite end of the couch. He quickly crawled over to Seungmin and sat back on his heels, tilting his head like a confused puppy. "Is something wrong, Minnie? Did I do something wrong?" The pout was evident both in his tone and on those lips of his that Seungmin caught himself gawking at yet again.

Seungmin vehemently shook his head and tried to back away but was blocked by the armrest, "No! No, not at all! Everything's fine!"

Felix hummed again, squinting suspiciously as he eyed the younger boy before his expression morphed into one of smugness and teasing. "Like what you see?"

Snapping his eyes up from where they had been watching Felix speak, Seungmin swallowed thickly, "Uh, is that a trick question?"

Felix shook his head slowly and bit at his bottom lip. "Oh, come on. There must be something keeping your attention or else you wouldn't be staring at me every waking moment!"

Seungmin floundered, unable to come up with an answer. What was he supposed to do? Tell him the truth? Oh, yeah. Sorry, Felix. I just have this super weird fascination with your mouth and it's all I can think about. Not just during the day, I can't even sleep at night because I keep imagining your mouth. I want you to suck on my fingers again just to feel you, nothing major. Yeah, like that was gonna happen. That would go over so well.

"Am I really that pretty you can't keep your eyes off me?"

Seungmin was abruptly wrenched from his thoughts by the boy that was still kneeling on the couch next to him. He was all too aware of the fact that they were sitting too close to each other, so much so that Felix's bare knees were pressed up against Seungmin's thigh. Seungmin's brain finally processed the question he had just been asked but before he could stop himself, he breathed out his answer.

"Yes."

Felix's eyes became hooded and dark and he leaned in closer, a smirk curving his lips. "Tell me, what's your favorite feature of mine?" It should have sounded extremely narcissistic but something in the tone of Felix's voice, a bit contemptuous with just a hint of genuine curiosity, made Seungmin heat up, surely blushing a brilliant shade of red under Felix's enticing gaze.

Seungmin's mouth went dry and he found himself swallowing again as he fumbled for another answer, but Felix held up a finger to halt him. "Wait, let me guess! Could it be my tiny hands?" He wiggled his fingers and scrunched up his nose cutely.

"Oh, maybe it's my eyes," Felix tilted forward again, batting his lashes seductively and looked up at Seungmin through them.

The older suddenly sat up on his knees and lifted his shirt, causing panic to rise in Seungmin and something else. "Probably my itty-bitty waist, right? Wanna grab at it with your big, strong hands?" Felix teased as Seungmin's eyes wandered over the expanse of skin directly in front of him, defined abs, deep v-lines, and that tiny waist.

Seungmin was sweating. Or maybe that was drool. Probably both. And he wanted to touch. Bad.

He instantly glanced up when Felix started talking again, "But that wouldn't make any sense." He dropped his shirt and plopped back down, pouting because he hadn't guessed correctly yet. "You've been staring at my face this whole time." Realization washed over Felix's face and the smirk made its way back onto his plush, tempting lips.

And it was in that moment that Seungmin knew he was fucked.

Felix had known the whole time. He was just having fun riling Seungmin up, making him sweat, making him want him even more, the little devil. "I know," Felix licked his lips, seemingly in slow motion, "It's my mouth you like, isn't it, Minnie?"

Seungmin's sharp intake of air was answer enough. Felix nodded once, "You can touch if you want."

The younger gulped and hesitantly lifted his hand to the other boy's face. When he got within an inch, Felix snarled and snapped his teeth. Seungmin practically jumped out of his skin, eyes like saucers and his breathing labored and panting.

Felix giggled. He giggled. "I'm just kidding, Minnie! I won't bite. Unless you want me to." Felix winked and sucked in his bottom lip to bite down on it. When it popped free from his mouth, the wet flesh glistened in the light and Seungmin threw all fear out the window, grasping the side of the older boy's face before slowly sliding his thumb over Felix's bottom lip and lightly tugging it down. Felix poked his tongue out impishly and hummed, giving Seungmin permission for whatever he wanted to do next.

The younger boy's stare flicked from Felix's mouth, up to his eyes, and back down again. Seungmin retracted his hand only slightly to rest two of his fingertips against the pillowiness of Felix's lips. Tongue peeking out again, Felix gently licked at Seungmin's fingers, watching him intently and gauging his reaction, and when the younger gasped and his eyes fluttered but stayed open, Felix took both fingers into his mouth and sucked.

The faintest moan slipped from Seungmin and he breathed heavily, "Lix."

Felix hummed and smiled around the digits in his mouth, laving his tongue against the fingertips and sucking diligently. He found himself leaning in even further, hands resting on the couch in front of him and his ass perked out, an elegant curve to his spine.

Felix could feel his sense of control slipping and he almost lost it completely when Seungmin pushed his fingers in further and pressed down on the back of his tongue, causing him to gag a bit. Seungmin groaned in response, free hand snaking up to rest at the nape of Felix's neck as he slid down further into the couch.

Felix took the opportunity to move his hands from the sofa seat to rest one hand on each of the younger boy's thighs. Seungmin jolted minutely at the contact but smiled weakly as he pulled his fingers from the older's mouth, a single strand of saliva connecting them like spider silk sparkling in the light. Felix pouted at the emptiness and started to lean backwards but Seungmin stopped him with both hands on his waist. Quirking an eyebrow, Felix leaned back in as Seungmin tugged him forward.

"C'mere," he slurred and pulled the older into his lap. Felix fell against him from the force and chuckled as he situated himself in Seungmin's lap, thighs resting on either side and his arms draped over the younger boy's shoulders. Seungmin stared up at him, completely entranced, eyes wandering over every facial feature, stopping at every freckle and marveling at the beauty in front of him.

Felix giggled, "Minnie?"

"Huh?" Seungmin grunted, immediately making eye contact, pupils already blown.

A coy little grin playing over Felix's face, he leaned in a trifle closer and whispered, "Aren't you gonna kiss me?"

Seungmin was well and truly fucked.

He gulped and wet his lips, steeling himself in preparation. Not that he didn't want to kiss Felix -- boy did he ever! But this was something that had only played out in fantasies behind his eyelids when he let his mind spin things just enough while he was in that space between awake and unconsciousness when he laid in bed at night. This wasn't something he ever expected to happen outside of his daydreams, so to say Felix's question caught him off guard was the understatement of the century.

Felix saw the brief flicker of panic in Seungmin's eyes and he couldn't help but frown, fearing that he had somehow made the younger uncomfortable. "Minnie, if you don't want to kiss me-"

"No! It's not that at all, believe me!" Seungmin reassured as he soothed his hands up and down Felix's sides. He chuckled despite himself, "I just- I've thought about this so much but I guess I never really thought it would happen in real life?" He winced slightly at how lame he sounded but Felix was beaming and Seungmin could see the older boy's desire to tease sparkling in his dark eyes.

"I'm curious," Felix paused to bite at his lip playfully, "How did it go in your daydreams -- us kissing?"

Seungmin yet again explored his deserted brain for an answer and came up empty handed. The twinkle in Felix's eyes somehow became even more mischievous and he scrunched his nose a little before laughing breathily, "Why don't you just show me?"

The younger nodded dumbly, a hesitant palm resting on Felix's hip while the other shakily reached for the side of his face, thumbing at his bottom lip once again. Seungmin delicately guided Felix forward, noses brushing and fingers trembling.

The closer they got, the more Felix could feel his own nervousness thrumming in his chest and he wondered if Seungmin could hear how fast his heart was racing. But, he assumed, Seungmin's heart was most likely beating wildly, too. Their breaths mingled and jolts of electricity went through them both when their lips barely grazed each other's. Felix was yearning to just dive in and kiss him hard, no second thoughts, but he wanted Seungmin to take the lead and do whatever he was comfortable with.

After what felt like ages, Seungmin softly pressed his lips against Felix's and quickly pulled back a little bit. The older couldn't help the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. Seemingly just testing the waters with that initial peck, Seungmin searched Felix's eyes for any sort of hesitation or discomfort and when he found nothing but ardor and rascality, he leaned back in. So gently, so carefully, so sweetly, Seungmin kissed Felix and drew him in closer, chests pressed together.

Seungmin was in heaven -- Felix's lips were somehow even softer than they looked or how he'd imagined, the feeling of holding him was the definition of blissful, and he couldn't get enough.

Felix was going insane -- he felt like a madman and he felt bad about it because all he wanted to do was kiss Seungmin senseless but darling, charming Seungmin was kissing him so innocently.

A few cautious pecks later, Felix calmly pulled away and smiled warmly. "I know I'm small but you don't have to be so careful with me, Minnie. I won't break. And I don't mind if you're a little rougher with me." The older couldn't help the blush that crept onto his cheeks, "I actually kinda like it. A lot."

That was all Seungmin needed; his gaze immediately darkened and his chest rumbled in a sort of growl before pulling Felix back in. His kiss had gone from gentle and pure to searing and sinful at the drop of a hat. He was stealing Felix's breath and the older found himself gripping onto Seungmin's shirt to stabilize himself to some extent.

Seungmin bit and nipped at Felix's pillowy lips, occasionally sucking the lower into his own mouth. He licked at the seam, silently asking for permission, which Felix unabashedly gave instantly.

Felix's jaw went slack and his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head when Seungmin's tongue finally tangled with his own. He whined lewdly when Seungmin sucked in his tongue and, at the same time, squeezed his ass firmly, yanking him in even closer. Felix couldn't help but roll his hips, grinding down in Seungmin's lap and relishing in the low moan the younger let out when their clothed erections brushed against each other.

"Want you in my mouth. Wanna taste you," Felix whimpered against Seungmin's lips when they paused to breathe.

Seungmin chuckled, "Isn't that what we're doing?"

Panting, Felix shook his head and pouted, "Wanna suck you off. Please?"

Breath caught in his throat, Seungmin stared at the boy in his lap. "Any of the guys could come out or come home and see us, we're on the communal couch," he hissed, panicking.

Felix pouted more and punctuated his begging by grinding down again, "Please, want you in my mouth. Please?"

Throwing caution to the wind, Seungmin groaned and tossed his head back before nodding, "Fuck. Yeah, OK. Fuck yes."

Eagerly clambering out of Seungmin's lap and onto the floor in front of him between his legs, Felix clutched at the strong thighs next to him in anticipation. He nosed at Seungmin's clothed length, humming contentedly while the younger squirmed under him.

Seungmin's hips canted and he couldn't help but moan deeply as Felix palmed him and mumbled into his thigh, "You want my mouth just as much as I want your cock, don't you?"

"Ngh, yes. Please, Lix," he groaned at the ceiling. Felix toyed with his zipper, still keen to tease despite being desperate himself. "Please," another whispered imploration. The eldest smiled softly and obliged him, undoing his jeans and tugged them down with bated breath. Seungmin lifted his hips to make it easier, resting back into the couch when Felix had pulled them partway down his legs.

The younger was straining against his briefs, his cock having already leaked enough pre-cum for it to leave a dark spot on the front. Felix whined when he noticed it and pressed gentle kisses along the still covered shaft before sucking at the head through the material, tiny hands kneading at the meat of his thighs, fingertips occasionally slipping under the hem to rile the younger up even more. Seungmin was gripping onto the couch like his life depended on it, drunk off the pleasure regardless of the fact that he was still in his briefs.

Felix quickly solved that problem, fingers dipping under the waistband to slide down the offending item of clothing. His breath hitched when Seungmin's hard cock slapped against his lower stomach and his eyes flicked up to the younger's, mouth agape and watering. Seungmin chuckled huskily and took the perfect opportunity to throw Felix's words back in his face, "Like what you see?"

Felix blinked torpidly and nodded, unable to hide the blush that dusted his cheeks when he registered the question. Without preamble, he leaned in to suck at Seungmin's balls. "Oh!" Seungmin shuddered, gasping at the sudden contact. Felix hummed and lapped at the supple flesh before licking up to the head of his cock. There he suckled tenderly, the tip of his tongue sporadically dipping into the slit, and made eye contact with Seungmin who looked close to passing out.

Panting and squirming, it was Seungmin's turn to whimper, "Shit, Lix! You look so fucking pretty! God!"

Felix fluttered his lashes in response and sunk down on Seungmin's dick, lips stretching obscenely around his girth. He moaned at the feeling of the younger boy hot and heavy on his tongue; his eyes rolled back and drool dripped from the corners of his mouth. Seungmin moaned right along with him, throwing his head back and anchored himself so as not to thrust wildly into Felix's tight, wet throat.

"Lixie, so pretty for me," he brushed strands of hair from Felix's eyes as the older looked up at him again and rested his hand against one freckled cheek, feeling it bulge and hollow as Felix fervently sucked. "Fuck, your pretty mouth was made for my cock, wasn't it?"

Felix whined and nodded in agreement, easing more of Seungmin down with each bob of his head. When he reached the base, he swallowed tightly, tears pooling in his eyes from the discomfort. Seungmin whimpered above him, getting lost in the pleasure. "How can someone be that pretty even when they cry?" he whispered, not really intending for Felix to hear, but the older heard and preened nonetheless.

With one last lave of his tongue over the bulging veins in the underside of Seungmin's cock, Felix pulled up slowly, the head falling from his lips with a filthy pop. He pumped the length with his hand, all the saliva making the slide slippery and smooth. "I know you're close, Minnie," Felix arched an eyebrow, "Are you holding out on me?"

Seungmin's hips pitched forward ever so slightly, dick twitching in the older's grasp, "Ngh, you feel too good. Wanna feel you for as long as I can. Don't wanna stop."

"Oh, baby! I'm not going anywhere! You can have my mouth again whenever you want, don't you worry about that!" Felix placed a single kiss on the head of his cock, seemingly sealing his promise, before smiling up at Seungmin, a dash of feigned pity behind his eyes. "Besides, it must hurt to hold it in so long like this." He tutted and shook his head, "No, that won't do. I know what'll make you cum, baby." Seungmin's hips shot forward at the pet name and Felix snickered meanly, "Here, fuck my mouth. I know you want to."

Seungmin whined and whimpered and writhed. He did want to. So badly. But he didn't want to hurt Felix. The eldest noticed the hesitation and smiled genuinely, "It's ok! I like it rough, remember?" Seungmin nodded tentatively and Felix took him back into his mouth, bracing himself against the strong thighs at his sides. The younger shyly thrusted once, again testing the waters, but when Felix's throat accommodated him so well, he sighed and reached to tangle his fingers in the older's hair before beginning to shallowly thrust. Felix moaned around the cock in his mouth, loving the feeling of his throat being abused as Seungmin's pace quickened and his strokes strengthened.

The older was a whimpering mess being used for Seungmin's pleasure and that got Felix more turned on than he's possibly ever been in his life. He reached down with one hand to grip at his dick over his shorts, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but he ended up pulling out his cock to thrust into his own hand, chasing the blinding satisfaction that he was on the very cusp of.

Seungmin was scorching hot, belly burning with his release so close, "Lix, I'm- I can't last anymore." Felix hummed in encouragement, quickening his own pace on his leaking length. "Lix, can I- I wanna cum on your face. You'd look so fucking pretty with my cum on your face. Can I, please?" Felix was eagerly nodding the entire time Seungmin was begging, or nodding as best he could while choking on his cock.

The younger whispered 'thank you's over and over again as he tugged Felix off by his hair and started to jerk at his sensitive dick. Felix obediently held his mouth open, tongue lolling out in wait, and seconds later, streaks of white painted his lips. A few shot up to land across his freckled cheeks and nose, narrowly missing his eyes, which he was thankful for because he could fully see Seungmin's reaction to his face covered in his cum. And god it was beautiful. So was Felix in Seungmin's eyes. And he told him so.

"Gorgeous," Seungmin breathed, smearing his cockhead in the cum covering Felix's bottom lip. The eldest moaned and smiled, lashes fluttering closed before he suckled any leftover drops of cum from Seungmin's cock and licked his lips. He dragged his fingertips across his face, scooping up all the cum, and sucked it from his fingers, making sure to look Seungmin in the eye as he did.

"Fuck, you're filthy," Seungmin smirked and tugged him back up into his lap, "C'mere." Felix clumsily scampered up, still hard cock bouncing against his own stomach when he sat down. Seungmin glanced down, smirk widening, and took Felix into his hand. "Good. Wanted to see you cum all over yourself anyway."

Felix whined, "And you said I was the dirty one."

Seungmin smiled naughtily before leaning in closer and started to tug at Felix's cute, pink cock. "Gonna make you even dirtier." The older keened and surged forward to kiss Seungmin again. Seungmin groaned when he tasted himself on Felix's tongue but made no effort to move away which made Felix twitch in his grasp. The younger twisted his hand and thumbed at his frenulum, making Felix gasp into his mouth. He swallowed his moans and jerked him to completion, cum spilling over his hand and shooting up the front of Felix's shirt. "Looks like you made the mess this time, Lix," Seungmin whispered against his mouth. Felix punched him in the arm and giggled as he came down from his high.

The two heard a noise and Felix turned around just in time to see Hyunjin, jaw on the floor, slap a hand over his eyes, immediately do a 180, and made a beeline out of the room, presumably in the direction from which he came. Felix giggled while Seungmin groaned, "I knew we'd get caught! You're gonna pay for this, you little incubus!"

~

Later that night, far past midnight, there was a soft knock on Seungmin's bedroom door. He opened it to find his little imp smiling sweetly, already batting his lashes.

"Can I help you, demon?" Seungmin asked with a raised eyebrow.

Felix clasped his hands in front of himself and cutely twisted in place, his big t-shirt billowing out around him made him look even tinier than usual. "I believe you promised me a punishment."

Seungmin scoffed before glancing the older up and down and growled, "This time, I'm shoving my fingers down your throat while I suck you off."

Felix feigned shock as he closed the door behind himself, "Minnie, how scandalous!"

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SSG Profiles— First Years

✿ Area of Study: Biological Science and Genetics

✿ Available Days: Monday, Wednesday, Friday

✿ Kinks and Preferences: Sure, biology and genetics are what he’s majoring in, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to breed every partner he has. He gets off on being called “daddy” and likes to call his partners “pup” or “kitten.” If his partner is a bratty sub to him, he’ll discipline them and degrade them. Their throat is for his use, but if they’re good for him, he’ll worship their bodies. He loves to praise and worship his partner but also degrades them every other sentence. Can’t help get caught up in his feels during aftercare—showering his partner his languid sweet kisses, hand holding, cuddling, and whispers of gentle praises of how good they were for him.

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✿ Area is Study: Personality Theory and Psychology

✿ Available Days: Weekdays only

✿ Kinks and Preferences: He's either your kitten or you're his. There's no in-between. Can switch easily between dominant and submissive—he’s a sadistic dom, very possessive, ruthless when incredibly turned on. On the other hand, he’s a bratty, disobedient sub who loves to be spanked as punishment, but he won't tell you that. He loves to tie up his partners and also likes to be tied up. Evil demon in bed, but he's the softest goofball during aftercare.

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✿ Area of Study: Music Education

✿ Available Days: Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

✿ Kinks and Preferences: Prefers to be the dominant with his partners, loves to give pleasure than receive, but every once in awhile, he likes to be blindfolded—he feels everything way more intensely. Gets turned on when his partner is really sensitive and accidentally gets stimulated by his soft touches. Indulges in overstimulating his partner, and if they overstimulate him, he whines and cries like a the pup he acts like. Chooses doggy style over any position, but also loves watching his partners face. He loves to see his partner in lingerie or stockings, even if he tends to rip them from their bodies.

“Good At His Job”

“Sharing Is Caring” (Ft. Bang Chan and Hyunjin)

✿ Area of Study: Photojournalism

✿ Available Days: Friday, Saturday, and Sunday

✿ Kinks and Preferences: He comes off like a badass bad boy when his partners first meet him, cocky and willing to tease them until they’re dying to be ravaged by him, but there’s something about him that not everyone knows. He. Will. Melt. In. The. Palm. Of. His. Partners. Hand. If. They. Pull. His. Hair. Yank it, rip some out, whatever: he loves it. He goes insane at the feeling of nails carving up his back. Slap him, spank him, hit him, he's a masochist, so any pain will keep him going for hours. Exhibitionism is his kink, and he loves threesomes. Switch, it’s not rare to see him switch multiple times in one session.

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✿ Area of Study: Aerospace Engineering

✿ Available Days: Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday

✿ Kinks and Preferences: Gets off on sex right after he works out when he’s filled with adrenaline and dying to release it. Han usually likes to give his partner a massage; he loves to feel the slippery skin of his partner. May it be their sweat, lube, or even food. Unprotected Sex Kink, but fears accidentally pregnancy too much to go without. Anal Kink, both the act and training his partner. A hard switch—doesn't have a preference, just whatever his partner is comfortable with, just as long as he gets to pleasure them.

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✿ Area of Study: Rhetoric and Composition, Writing Study

✿ Available Days: Every Day

✿ Kinks and Preferences: Temperature play—enjoys feeling ice slide over his skin as it melts, gets a sort of high giving his partner head with ice in his mouth, or using a cold glass toy on them. Sure Felix is only 171 centimeters tall, but when he meets a partner smaller than him, his size kink gets going. He loves to tower over his partner, and that works out well when he’s pleasuring them in front of a mirror. He aches to see their face melt in pleasure as he helps them masturbate from behind or watch the drool drip from their lips with he’s hitting all the right spots. He likes to mark up his partner with bite marks, but he prefers not to have marks on himself, or at least not in visible places. Total switch, but likes to be on top.

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✿ Area of Study: Architecture

✿ Available Days: Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday

✿ Kinks and Preferences: Looks the part of a soft good boy, but is really a demon. Loves to have his fingers sucked on, thrives off his partner asking to be choked, and doesn't necessarily mind being choked, but it's not his favorite thing. Prefers for his partners to wear their hair in a ponytail or braid—easier to hold onto. He gets high off of control, so his partners are always surprised when he brings out his signature red ropes. Loves to tease and also loves to watch his partner masturbate in front of him; he enjoys making his partner stain his jeans with their juices as they ride his thighs. Hard Dom, but an absolute angel, so sweet and obedient—but that is rare.

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✿ Area of Study: Nuclear Physics

✿ Available Days: Weekends only

✿ Kinks and Preferences: He’s new to the game, so he doesn't know if he wants to sub or dom, and switching hasn't crossed his mind yet. Jeongin is more on the hesitant side but likes everything once he starts. Definitely an ass man—loves spanking, doesn't matter who it is, and he loves showing off his ass and getting spanked too. Really into seeing his partner cry. Has a roleplay kink, and is especially into CEO/secretary and doctor/patient or nurse, wants to dress up, and wants his partner dressed up too. As of late, he recently found that he has a flat out obsession with lingerie on his partner—it gets him going like no one's business.

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Sharing Is Caring

Pairing: Changbin x Reader x Hyunjin x Bang Chan

Genre: Smut…

Word count: 2 K

Good At His Job | Sharing is Caring

There was a need for a set agreement between you and Changbin. Ever since the first time that the two of you slept together, you were at Changbin’s every beck and call, no matter the time of the day. He had you trained by the third time he welcomed you into his room, and he was becoming more focused on you rather than the study group the boys created. It was time to set up some rules.

“Rule number one, there are no strings attached. At the end of the day, you’re just a classmate that I’m teaching.” Changbin hummed from the foot of the bed as he sat in his computer chair with his legs spread; his black jeans hugged his thighs so perfectly as well as the growing bulge.

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Good At His Job

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.6 K

Warnings: it’s smut, what do you expect?

“Another flop of an appointment?” Sana’s melodic voice radiated from the corner desk of your shared room as you slammed the door behind you.

“What gave it away?” You groaned, dragging your feet to your bed. She swiveled around to stare at you, and she leaned back into her chair, crossing her legs as if she was an expert in your body language.

“The scuffed steps, the fact your hair is still kept, your clothes aren’t a mess, and well, you’re just giving off this ‘dude gave me terrible dick’ aura.” With a sigh, you flopped onto your bed.

“I swear, I just don’t think I’m meant to have this mind-blowing sex that everyone gets to have. Every guy I sleep with is just… lacking everywhere… whether it be the size or motion of the ocean—they are just terrible…” Sana couldn’t help but giggle at your frustration seeing as she was in your position once before.

“Have I ever told you about the Stimulation Study Group?” Her question had you pulling your head from your blankets to look at her; her eyes were sharp, and her expression seemed timid but also curious.

“Stimulation Study Group?”

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When I Tell You Goodbye

Pairing: Suho x Reader x Kyungsoo

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.0 K

A/N: The lyrics in this piece are not of my own creation, all the credit goes to Avery Lynch

“I wish I could remember what it feels like to touch your skin… and what your voice sounds like one person, I know FaceTime can distort it… and I miss it…” The keys under your fingers felt familiar as you sang the bittersweet lyrics of a song meant for him.

“I’m sick of kissing you in my head—oh baby tell me when can it be real instead ‘cause I would do anything to be close to you again…” It seemed to feel like forever since you last sang these words and saying them now felt like a lie like you were trying to convince yourself to feel these feelings for him once again.

“And it’s hard being here half empty when somewhere different is my favorite part of me… If I could just hold you for real, that’s the only thing I’ll need… Baby, that’s all I need.” The sound of the piano keys faded out, and the room filled with a silence that was kinder than any noise you made.

“You’re up late.” A very familiar voice spoke into the silence, disrupting its thickness.

“I couldn’t sleep…” You added slumping a bit as you dropped your hands into your lap.

“You know…” Suho’s voice hummed behind you, “It’s weird to hear you sing that song when you told me that you’re falling out of love with him…” Turning around to face him, you couldn’t form any words to offer him because he was right.

Four hundred sixteen days away from Kyungsoo scuffed up the warm fluffy feelings of love and left you with a deep-seated loneliness that wouldn’t let you live. From the beginning, you spent countless nights in Kyungsoo’s bed, crying yourself to sleep; there were many days where you couldn’t be bothered to eat or get up to leave the dorm. You were a depressed mess—that is until Suho joined you one night. He attempted to soothe your aching heart and fill the painful void Kyungsoo left in your chest. Little did he know that the friendship he shared with you would result in your heart finding love in him than your boyfriend of four years.

“You know you’re going to have to tell him eventually… it’s already August, and he comes home in January, Y/N—” The slam of your hand against the piano keys cut him off.

“I know, Suho.” How could you not? It was the only thing dwelling on your mind, “I just don’t know how to tell him…” Suho could see the weight that was weighing down on your shoulders and how much pain it was causing you.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said I love you back then, and maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” His voice made your eyes dart up to his with your brows furrowed, “Now, now, don’t make that face.” He added as he walked over towards you and straddled the bench you were sitting on, “I feel like I’m right, though. I said it first.”

“This relationship is a vast two-way street. We both felt the same way, so even if you didn’t say it, it was inevitable that I was going to say it, Suho.” With a sigh, you leaned forward for your head to fall onto his shoulder, “I don’t think this is a mistake… I think it was for the best for me to fall for you… the only mistake I made was not telling Kyungsoo sooner…”

“Well…” The weight of Suho’s hand smoothed over your hair as he rested his head against yours, “If you’re looking for ways to tell him, I suggest you do it the way you know best… write it like you did for the one you made for him when he left.” You knew he was referring to the song you just sang, but how could you even come close to explaining everything?

“You think it would leave a bad taste in his mouth?” You asked, unsure if it was a good idea.

“If you’re asking if he’s going to be upset, you already know the answer, Y/N, but you can either tell him, or we can cut this off… I just know that I couldn’t just go back to how we were.” Gentle lips pressed themselves to your temple as his arms wrapped around you, “You didn’t mean to fall out of love with him.” Suho’s statement caused something to click in your head as if the words of the song were already writing themselves behind your wild thoughts.

“You’re right.” Lifting your head, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I think I have an idea.”

“I knew you would.” He smiled, seeing the sparkle of inspiration flicker behind your dark eyes, “I’m going to head to bed, will you join me soon?” His heart fluttered at the slight smile you gave him with the nod of your head.

“Let me just get some of it down before it runs away from me, and I’ll be there before you can say ‘I love you,’ okay?” He slowly nodded and leaned into you, instinctively you closed your eyes, and he hovered over your lips as he took in your beauty.

“I love you…” He whispered against your lips as his grazed over yours. Suho had this way of making you want for him; it was too easy to give into him.

“I love you most.” A gentle kiss was pressed into your plushness before he pulled away and began to get up, the heat from his lips lingered on yours as you watched him walk out of the studio and now you were left in the same silence he found you in. Getting up, you wandered over to the bookcase that was in the corner and pulled out a black leather-bound notebook, one that was filled with all of your lyrics. Pulling the elastic band from the front, the leather cover popped open slightly, revealing ink stained pages filled to the brims with words of love and devotion. You put the elastic back over the cover and slid it back into its spot and pulled out a new one, one that can be ruined with words of heartbreak and deceit.

Hours had passed since Suho asked you to join him, but the cold space beside him kept him awake. Flipping over, his eyes caught the flashing five that appeared in the hour spot on the digital clock; it had been near midnight when he came to bed, and you still weren’t there with him. He got up from the mattress and padded his way out the bedroom and through the halls of the dorm until he approached the studio, which was still flooded with light, “Is she still awake..?” He whispered, peeking his head to see you asleep on the love seat, your fingers gripping a notebook and pen.

How did I know?

Stepping into the room, paper crunched under his feet; he was so drawn to you that he didn’t notice the multiple crumpled up pieces of paper that riddled the floor. Without thinking, he began to clean up the mess when he caught the words that were heavily creased into the parchment, them only piquing his interest in what you came up with. After throwing all the paper away, he made his way to you and slipped the notebook and pen from your hand to set them down at the end of the couch, “You’ll show me when you’re ready, right, Y/N?” He asked you, but there was no response to his question, just your steady breathing.

Five times, you tried five times to send your song to Kyungsoo, but your nerves got the best of you, and you never slipped it into the mail dropbox. It sat nestled inside your purse, awaiting its trip to the base, but your hands hesitated to pull it from its spot and drop it into the box.

“Y/N?” Your coworker’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you flicked your gaze up to his face, “It’s about time for your break.”

“Oh, thank you.” You slightly bowed and untied the knot in your apron strings as you made your way towards the door that led out to the cafe floor.

“Oh, hey, before you head out there, your fans are back again.” His added statement made you freeze at the door.

“Really?” You asked, and you could tell by his grunt that he wasn’t lying, “Okay, I’ll get rid of them.” You knew the fans he was talking about; you played your songs once in the shop, and you instantly became the idol of your workplace. All they ask for you is to play a song, and then they leave, so why not just do it?

“There she is!” A girl squealed as you came out of the kitchen. Instead of stopping, you made a beeline to the piano that sat in the corner of the shop and sat down at the bench.

Kyungsoo sat quietly at the table, lost in his thoughts as his squad members conversed around him. Sleep hadn’t been his friend the last couple of weeks as he had problems falling asleep; thoughts of home lingered longer than usual, and the image of your smile started to fade the longer he spent away from you. Even though he was in his world, he faded in and out of the conversations that were happening around him until a familiar voice brought him back, “Hey, Kyungsoo…” Xiumin hummed.

“What’s up?” He asked, and he watched him pull his phone from his pocket.

“Did you see that Y/N’s little fan group uploaded a new video of her?” Xiumin asked, and Kyungsoo cocked his head.

“Is that so?” The wavering in Xiumin’s eyes wasn’t telling him if it was a good or a bad thing, “What’s wrong?”

“I think you should listen to it…” Handing Kyungsoo his phone, Xiumin already had the video up on the screen, and Kyungsoo stared at the frozen picture of the back of your body sitting at the piano that was at your cafe. His thumb hovered over the play button for a second before letting it fall onto the screen. The deep, slow chords of the piano were different from what he was used to hearing from you, without hearing your words, he knew it was for him. The conversations that were going on around him stopped as soon as your voice flowed from the speaker, now all ears were on you. Kyungsoo listened carefully from the first verse; it was filled with hints of things that used to be yours—the crooked midnight smiles, picking of wildflowers on walks, the warmth of shared smiles, but the next part hit him.

“… but I didn’t mean to fall out of love with you…” He could hear the crack in your voice like you were forcing the words to come out, “No, I didn’t dream in a million years this is what I’d do…”

Was this your way of telling him that you were no longer his?

“If I could stay, you know I would… You never did nothin’ wrong…” It wasn’t loud, but he could hear you sniffle between the break in the chords, “You’re exactly who you always were… this is my fault…” The shake in voice told him that this song was for him, and it was the hardest one to perform, but it was the hardest one for him to listen to. He had no words, but he can’t say he wasn’t surprised. Months away from each other always creates a distance that can’t be overcome with a few texts and FaceTimes here and there. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t upset, but he understood where you were coming from. Pulling out his phone, he unlocked it and found your name in his messages. His fingers typed out a message, and before he could even think of erasing it, he sent it.

“I saw the video. I’m sorry, and I hope you’re okay. Hearing you cry as you sang that song was heartbreaking, but I understand. I hope for nothing but your happiness, and if it’s not being with me, I won’t make you stay. Don’t apologize for ‘falling out of love with me’ because there’s nothing to apologize for. I love you, but not enough to force you to stay. Stay healthy and stay safe. I’ll see you when I come home.”

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So Good to Me

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Warning: Mentions of alcohol, heavy drinking, drunkenness, mention of piss play (just banter, nothing actually happens), handjobs, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unmentioned but obvious praise kink, Binnie is a subby baby boy, blowjob, ass play and fingering (male receiving), oral and fingering (gender neutral receiving), no condom (condoms are boring in smut but, as always, Practice Safe Sex!).

A/N: hey, I’m back with another self-indulgent fic, surprise surprise! it’s my ult of ults birthday so imma do what I want, leave me alone! but uh yeah, here’s some subby baby boy Binnie to get you through your day ;) and the biggest ‘Happy Birthday’ to the boy that ultimately has my heart ❤❤❤❤❤ I love you to the moon and back, darling! oki, you can enjoy now hehe

My Koala 🐨💛: We're going out tonight

You: "Out" as in out to a club to drink and dance until the wee hours of the morning?

My Koala 🐨💛: What else would I mean??

My Koala 🐨💛: I can feel you rolling your eyes… what?

You: It's just...do you want to wake up with a hangover on your birthday?

My Koala 🐨💛: Eh, I'll be fine. We're all chilling tomorrow anyway, so I'll be close to aspirin and something to puke in at all times. It's a win-win!!

You: If you say so!

My Koala 🐨💛: I do say so.

My Koala 🐨💛: Why do you keep rolling your eyes at me?? 😤

You: Lol you have some kind of sixth sense or something?

My Koala 🐨💛: Yes one especially for eye-rolling

My Koala 🐨💛: Now be here at eight sharp, or we're leaving without youuuu

You: Leaving without me, my ass! Half of y'all won't even be ready by eight sharp! I'd bet money on it, but I'm not going to on the off chance I lose because I am not paying you on your birthday or the day before for that matter!

My Koala 🐨💛: Would you pay me if I gave you a lap dance?? 👀👀👀

You: WTF why am I even friends with you?! 😂😂😂

My Koala 🐨💛: Shut up you love me 😏

You: mhmm see you at 8

Cheeks burning at Changbin's blatant offer, you locked your phone and went to your closet to search for an outfit for the evening. The image in your head was far from innocent which somehow ended up influencing the articles of clothing you pulled out, a rather raunchy ensemble laid out on your bed only moments later. 

Good grief, it's like I'm applying for a job as a stripper at the club! What has gotten into me?! 

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you quickly shoved the offending materials onto the floor and restarted your search. After all, you were just going out with your friends to celebrate your best friend's birthday. No one was setting out to get laid or go home with anyone. Just good, clean (lol not) fun with friends! Nothing to worry about.

The outfit you ended up with was much more modest and less *cough* suggestive than what had originally laid out on your bed. You still felt and looked good, which, like the gentlemen they are, the boys were happy to shower you with compliments when you arrived at the dorm at 8 on the dot. Surprisingly, all but Felix and Jisung were ready to head out when you got there — something about Felix trying to perfect his makeup and Jisung not being able to find the particular pair of jeans he swore he just had to wear. He must have found them faster than expected because moments after you showed up, he ran out of his room screaming "Let's go! I wanna go get druuuuunk!" You shook your head and couldn't help but laugh when you noticed Chan's almost pained expression.

"Wait for me!" A quiet, sing-song floated from the bathroom before Felix strutted into the living room where everyone was gathered. He gasped and scurried over to you, making you twirl for him while he fawned over you, "You look amazing! I love your hair like that, it shows off your features so well!"

 "Me?" You practically yelled, "Lixie, you look stunning! I should've had you do my makeup!" His cheeks rosied as you pouted slightly, a bashful smile curving his tinted lips.

"Next time! Besides, you don't need it one bit!" He booped your nose gently as he offered you the hidden compliment, and you scoffed before giggling sweetly. 

"Oh, and you do?" You retaliated, adjusting a strand of his hair before softly tracing your fingertips over one of his cheekbones, marveling at his smooth skin and precious freckles, "I love when you let your constellations shine. You're so pretty, Lixie!" The small amount of blush Felix had applied to his cheeks only served to make his natural flush more evident. He shied away from your hand as you both giggled together.

 "Alright, lovebirds!" Jisung shouted as he ushered Felix toward the door, "We've got a club to get to!"

 "And a birthday to celebrate!" You added in, turning your attention to Changbin to jump on his back unexpectedly, "Hey there, birthday boy!" You softened your voice so as not to scream in his ear, and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek as he chuckled and gripped your legs to properly carry you. "Let's go!" You pumped your fist toward the door and cheers erupted from your little group as you set out for the night.

Starting off the night with multiple rounds of shots the moment you stepped foot into the club might not have been the best idea, but apparently some of the boys needed to loosen up before you all huddled together on the dance floor and jumped around enthusiastically to the pounding music that filled the stuffy room. Eventually, mini groups and duos broke off to dance separately and you soon found yourself moving to the beat with Felix's hands resting on your hips and your arms draped over his shoulders, giggling together under the strobe lights.

A few songs passed and you felt a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. "I'm not sure if it's the lights or not but Bin is looking a little green…" Felix suddenly joked, laughing lightly. He noticed the concern wash over your face as you worried about your best friend getting sick so early on and swiftly quelled your fears, "Green with envy." He clarified. Your eyes widened comically at his statement and you couldn’t hide your surprise. 

“Binnie's jealous? Of who?" He chuckled and shook his head, leaning forward to mumble in your ear. 

"Why don't you go ask him yourself?" The wink he gave you when he pulled back was what really caught you off guard. Everyone knew that your close friendship with Felix was strictly platonic, or at least you thought everyone knew. On the other hand, your minor (read: major) crush on Changbin wasn't common knowledge, or at least you hoped it wasn't, but by the look in Felix's eyes, something told you that you hadn't kept your secret well enough concealed. Instead of completely giving yourself away, you shrugged as nonchalantly as you could and muttered something about getting another drink before heading off, directly towards Changbin, who just so happened to be on your way to the bar.

 "Binnie! I'm gonna get another drink! Come with me!" The expression on his face was sour but it softened dramatically when you cutely tugged on his arm. He didn't have a chance to protest before you were yanking him along with you. Finding a space at the bar, Bin stood next to you as you hopped up on an empty stool and waved the bartender over. You ordered something strong but refreshing since the packed bodies caused the humidity inside the building to be sky-high, while Changbin got a refill on his own drink, "You didn't think I was going to spend the whole night dancing with Lix, did you?" You teased your best friend when you noticed he was a little more sulky than usual.

 "You," he paused and switched his weight to the opposite foot. "You looked like you were having fun."

"We were! But I got thirsty!" You hummed in response, while reaching for your drink. Holding up your glass, the liquid swirled gently, ice cubes tinkling sharply. "Not to mention, I wanted to see what the birthday boy was up to. I was missing my best friend a little, too, if I'm being honest." Changbin glanced up from where he had been staring into his glass, cheeks tinged pink and a smile slowly growing on his face. 

“Missing your best friend, huh?"

"Yeah, have you seen him around? I saw a guy that looked like him, but he was far too sulky to be my best friend." You teased once more, snickering into your cup when Changbin immediately pouted. His face fell minutely and you quickly set your glass down on the bartop to take one of his hands in yours, "Oh, honey! Are you really not having a good time? We can always go home and watch movies and stuff ourselves with junk food if you'd rather do that. I don't want the birthday boy to be miserable!" You paused as Bin stared at you wide-eyed, mouth parted like he wanted to say something; when he didn't speak, you reached up to brush a few strands of hair out of his eyes and continued, "I want my best friend to have the time of his life." 

“As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." Changbin's eyes were noticeably glassy and his smile soft. Heart fluttering a bit more wildly in your chest, you squeezed his hand. 

"Are you sure you don't want to go home, Binnie? Whatever you want." He shook his head and smiled wider. 

"Wanna stay here with you."

"In that case…” Your eyes glinted mischievously as you stood from your seat, "Dance with me." Changbin let himself be easily pulled along back towards the dance floor. Obvious and visible to everyone but you, he stumbled behind you like a puppy following his owner. 

You drew him in close when you reached the center of the dance floor, laying the hand you held on your hip and guiding his other hand to your opposite side. He instinctively tugged you tighter into himself and you giggled as he began to mindlessly move with the music. Throwing your head back, you let yourself go, not noticing how Changbin was completely spell-bound by you, enamored with your every movement and utterly transfixed on you as a whole. You didn't hear him when he whispered, "This is exactly where I want to be. Always."

Hours later, your little group staggered through the door of the dorms, drunk off your asses and laughing hysterically at literally everything. Well, Chan was, well, emotional, to say the least, but he had all his friends to support him and cheer him up. You helped Seungmin (who was surprisingly on the less inebriated side of wasted, unlike most everyone else including yourself, but you were managing just fine) care for and tuck Chan into his bed. Between the two of you, you remembered to leave a trash pail near his bed along with aspirin and a big glass of water on his bedside table for when he woke up with his pretty much guaranteed killer hangover the next day. When you kissed his forehead, Chan, teary-eyed and sniffly, mumbled his thanks, "It'll be okay, sweetie. Get some sleep." He nodded cutely and snuggled into his pillow and within seconds, he was out like a light.

On your way to the living room, you heard Hyunjin whining from his own bed about needing something to cuddle while he slept. You happened to quite literally run into Jeongin who, by the look on his face, knew exactly what you were about to suggest. As you opened your mouth to speak, he held up his hand to stop you, "Alright, I'll go sacrifice myself. But if he ends up smothering me or strangling me in his sleep, just know I love you all."

"You're so dramatic!" You chuckled at the youngest as he turned towards Hyunjin's room, "Death by cuddles, what a way to go! Good luck, kiddo, and thanks for volunteering." The subtle smile over his features gave away the fact that he wouldn't mind 'sacrificing himself' one bit. Before heading for the couch, you took a detour to the kitchen for a glass of water, where, contrary to all expectations when walking into a kitchen at some ridiculously early hour of the morning, you found a body on the kitchen counter.

"Really, Minho?" You mumbled as you maneuvered around his foot that was hanging off one side. What was he doing? How did he manage to get himself up there and then promptly fall asleep—so many questions. All left unanswered since he was safe enough and you were too tired and not sober enough to care. So into the living room you went. Having lost Seungmin after you put Chan to bed, you were surprised to find him with Changbin and Felix, all snuggled up in a cuddle pile amongst various strewn about pillows and blankets on the floor in front of the couch. Felix let out a tired squeal when he spotted you and Seungmin pouted and made grabby hands while Changbin lazily smiled at you, clearly not even a minute away from nodding off. You giggled at the youngest, "I'll be there in a minute, Minnie." Crawling over a variety of bumps that could have been limbs or just pillows, you made your way over to Bin before he managed to fall asleep.

"Hey there, darlin'.” You breathed. He responded with blinking, droopy eyes, a sluggish smile still present over his doll lips, "It's way after midnight but I haven't had a chance to tell you yet." Changbin hummed and reached a hand out to touch your arm gently as you bent over him to whisper against his forehead, "Happy Birthday, Binnie,” where you pressed a sweet kiss. Bin sighed contentedly, eyes slipping closed as he subconsciously leaned into your touch, "Goodnight, birthday boy." By the time you had pulled away, he was already fast asleep. A few strands of hair had fallen in his eyes so you gently brushed them off his face as you admired his features fondly. Pulling yourself from the trance Bin had seemingly put you under, you carefully turned from his sleeping body to find Seungmin and Felix giving you looks. "What?" You asked defensively, honestly having forgotten they were even there. Seungmin sighed and shook his head and Felix just grinned.

"You kissed him wrong." Your incredulous expression caused him to snicker quietly, "Shoulda kissed him on the lips." Jaw dropping to the floor, you lunged for him.

"You better shut your mouth! I'll give you a kiss!" You taunted, grabbing his face and placing a big, wet kiss right on his cheek. He groaned and squirmed through his giggles. You pulled away and squished his chubby cheeks, "Cute! You're lucky you're cute."

"I second that," Seungmin agreed before whining and making grabby hands again. The three of you all cuddled around Bin, limbs thrown every which way despite being comfortable all close together, and let sleep overtake you. Seconds before you drifted into dreamland, you suddenly wondered where Jisung had gone off to. Apparently having wondered aloud, Felix grumbled a reply.

"Probably fell asleep in the bathtub or something. He's fine." You just chuckled fondly and shut your mind off, body quickly following.

Sunlight pouring in through the living room window eventually roused you from sleep, incessant pain immediately present behind your eyes as soon as you opened them, or, rather, struggled to pry them open. Faint groaning radiated from the blankets surrounding you and you honestly weren't sure if the sound was coming from you or from one of your sleeping companions, "Ugh, what time is it?" Seungmin mumbled before promptly being hit with something that sounded suspiciously like a medication bottle.

"Time for you to shut up and take some aspirin.” Came Minho's heavily annoyed voice from somewhere in the direction of the kitchen. You couldn't help but laugh, which hurt but that's beside the point, at him and the image of him sprawled out on the kitchen counter that you surprisingly vividly remembered from the night before.

"Sleep well, Min? I've heard kitchen counters don't really make the best beds, what do you think?" You teased, immediately shielding yourself just in case he decided to chuck something at you, too. He just grunted and grumbled under his breath, slinking out of the living room and away from the noise now that you and your little cuddle club were awake.

“Did he actually sleep on the countertop?" Seungmin asked, bewildered but chuckling quietly to himself and you shrugged.  

"I don't know how long he stayed there, but he was out cold when I went to get a drink before I came in here last night." Felix erupted into a fit of giggles. You found yourself laying on his chest so his deep voice startled you slightly with its closeness.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me." Seungmin had presumably taken the aspirin Minho so delicately provided him with and he resumed his previous position and snuggled up to your back, sighing comfortably. Your legs were entangled with Changbin's and you took a moment to notice how quiet he had been.

"Kinda quiet over there, bean. You in a lot of pain?" You nudged one of his legs with yours and Changbin let out a barely audible complaint, but by the look in his eye, you could tell he was already feeling a little left out so you untangled yourself from your companions, provoking whines and multiple protests, and crawled over to your best friend. Wrapping your arms around his torso and nuzzling into his chest, you squeezed him close and threw a leg over his, "Better?" Changbin sounded more than satisfied when he sighed and mumbled into your hair.  

"Much." You giggled fondly under his weight as he pulled you in even tighter.

"Clingy baby." Felix and Seungmin whispered to each other for a few seconds before launching themselves over yours and Changbin's bodies, all four of you laughing and groaning interchangeably.

"Too loud!"

"I need pain relief!"

"I'm starving my ass off!"

"I'm making pancakes! Come help me!" Chan's voice floated in from the kitchen and you all dragged yourself towards the prospective food. Much to your amazement, Jisung was sitting on one of the chairs at the table so you took the opportunity to tackle him in a back hug.

"Hey, bud. We kinda lost track of you last night. Where'd you end up sleeping?" He laughed warmly and hugged your arms tighter to his chest.

"I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the bathroom at first. I remember waking up in there at some point and then heading towards my room, but I must've passed out again before I got there because Chan found me slumped against a wall in the hallway when he came out to make breakfast." You, along with everyone else in the room, burst out laughing.

"Only you, Sungie. Only you," You teased him, gently rocking the two of you side to side. Jisung's cheeks reddened slightly but he just nodded and laughed along with you. Most everyone had varying degrees of hangovers but the group passed around the aspirin like the shots had been passed around the night before. Making breakfast was… to put it lightly, chaotic, but you all managed to formulate something edible and actually pretty decent. Breakfast in hand, your small group huddled around the TV to start the movie marathon that Bin had requested for his birthday.

You made it through two entire movies before some of the guys got antsy so video gaming was the next option to occupy the time. Vacillating between movies, board games, video games, and the occasional whining and competitive fighting, the day passed by rather quickly and soon, dinner time had come around. The birthday boy requested pizza, and a lot of it, so Chan ordered in and the meal arrived partway through another movie. Making it through the rest of that movie and another one, complaints of stuffed tummies and squawks of drink refill requests echoed throughout the living room, with bodies strewn about every which way and the infrequent snack wrapper or empty cup thrown at someone's head. Changbin was choosing the last movie of the night so Chan got everyone's attention, "Now's the time for bathroom breaks, drink refills and snack hoarding!"

"And if your name isn't Changbin, we aren't waiting for you before we play it!" Minho shouted at the scattering boys. You threw a mostly empty water bottle at the back of his skull.

“Don't be an ass, Min!" He just scowled at you as he rubbed the back of his head, prompting you to childishly stick your tongue out at him, "Your death glare doesn't work on me like it does on Hyunjin."

"Oh god!" Hyunjin shouted as he hesitantly trudged back into the room from grabbing a snack, “I heard my name. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry!" Minho gave him a conniving sneer, which only served to frighten him more.

“No, you're fine," You reassured the younger before turning to the evil one, kicking towards him as best you could with a chair and a body or two separating you from him, "Stop scaring him, he already looks like he's going to piss himself out of fear!"

“Maybe I want him to…" Minho muttered under his breath. You gaped at him while Chan flailed and rapidly shook his head.

"No! No discussion of kinks in the living room!" Chuckles and giggles filled the room and Changbin feigned annoyance through his laugh, “I'm leaving before this gets any weirder." You watched him, slightly concerned that maybe he was finished for the night and heading off to his room but he noticed your gaze and mouthed "bathroom" to assuage your worries. Some of the others must have caught on because Jisung snorted.

"What, you aren't gonna follow him to the bathroom? Have a little fun?" Internally, you were flabbergasted, but on the outside, you were cool as a cucumber.

"Nah, I think I'll leave the piss play to Minho and Hyunjin, but thanks for the offer. I'm sure you'd love to join them though, huh Sungie? Have a little fun, hmm?" You taunted right back, the boys hooting and hollering around you at Jisung being given a taste of his own medicine, the young man's cheeks reddened deeply in embarrassment. Chan was exasperated. Disgruntled. Livid. Whatever you choose to call it, Chan was peeved and he just sat with his head in his hands for a moment. When he raised his head, however, you could tell he wasn't actually as angry as he led on, perhaps significantly amused despite his facade of heavy irritation.

"I said, no kink discussion in the living room…” He struggled to get through the sentence without laughing and by then Changbin had returned, having missed the entire ordeal.

"What'd I miss?" he asked, shuffling in.

“Immaturity." You stated quickly before anyone else could get a word in to explain. Bin shrugged and lumbered over to you, instantly dropping into your lap and koala-ing around you.

He spoke lowly in your ear, "My head still hurts but I'd rather stay here with everyone instead of going off on my own for the rest of the night. Is it ok if I just rest my eyes for a little bit, please?"

"Of course, Binnie! You know I never say no to your cuddles! You stay here as long as you like, sweetie." You smiled warmly as you glanced down at him and he hummed contentedly and snuggled into your shoulder.

"Thank you." You felt Bin shiver against you slightly and asked if Jeongin could toss you a blanket from the pile next to him. He obliged and you draped the soft fabric over both your bodies and nuzzled into your koala as Minho pressed play on the movie. The pattern of Bin's breathing changed faster than you expected but you held him close while you watched the movie. After a while, he started to whimper and squirm in your lap. To try to soothe him back to sleep, you threaded your fingers through his soft strands while your other hand traced designs on his back over his t-shirt but he continued to fidget and murmur. The possibility that he was just uncomfortable and still in pain crossed your mind so you asked him quietly.

"Do you need more pain medication? Or maybe some water or an ice pack or something, baby?" As soon as the word "baby" left your mouth, Changbin whined in your ear and desperately rolled his hips, his hard-on suddenly very evident against your thigh, “Oh, baby's needy." You thought you were quiet enough so that just Bin heard you, but you heard a muffled gasp from the other end of the couch. In the corner of the room away from prying eyes, you thought you and Changbin had a little privacy but apparently your couch companions, Felix and Jisung, could hear you clearly if you talked in anything above a whisper. Thankfully, no one else could hear you for the movie. Bin kept fussing and wiggling around so, opting to ignore the sharp inhale, you continued to speak so that just Felix and Jisung could hear you but pretended to not know they could, "Alright, baby. Use my thigh."

Changbin resituated himself and started to rut, breathy moans and sighs spilled from his lips directly into your ear. Moments later, Bin began to gently kiss at your neck and ear before whining, "Need more. Please. ’s not enough."

You hummed, pleased with his small show of affection and prompted him to ask properly, "What does baby need?"

"Touch me, please, I need it, please touch me…” He slurred, gripping onto the front of your shirt.

"Hmm, where?" You wanted to make him say it, wanted to hear how it would sound coming out of his mouth, how he would sound begging for it.

"My cock. Please touch my cock. Hurts." Changbin mewled. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Felix clamp a hand over Jisung's mouth, muffling the moan he let out at the words Bin had said. Covered by the blanket, you took your time reaching down to where Bin wanted you to touch.

"You're such a good boy for me, begging without being told to. And so obedient, too." Bin was sniveling discreetly, unable to sit still while he waited to be touched, but the second your hand dipped into his sweatpants and wrapped around his stiff, leaking cock, all efforts at being quiet went out the window. He let out a sinfully deep moan, music to your ears, but relievedly, it seemed to be only audible to those of you that were seated on the couch, since none of the other boys seemed to notice at all nor paid you any attention,  "Now baby has to be quiet, unless baby wants everyone to hear what we're doing." Bin's grip on your shirt immediately tightened, mewling softly and he reached down with his other hand to grasp your forearm as you slowly worked his cock. You took that particular moment to finally glance over at Felix and Jisung, who both looked bug-eyed and beet red when you made eye contact.

View obstructed by Changbin and the blanket draped over the two boys' laps, you couldn't see anything but you had a hunch that those facial expressions were because they thought they had just been caught with their hands down each other's pants, mixed with a little guilt from watching and listening to you and Changbin. You winked at the two of them and shot them a sly smirk as you bent your neck a little further to kiss at Bin's ear and asked the whimpering boy, "Feel good, baby?" Changbin whined and nodded in response, rutting harder into the hand that was fisting his cock. Maintaining eye contact with the two boys at the other end of the couch, you questioned Bin again, "Are you close?" Jisung nodded in answer to the question that wasn't even directed at him and you successfully resisted the urge to laugh or even smile.

Bin nodded vigorously against your shoulder and whimpered into your neck, "Yes, yes, I'm so close… Please, I need it, please, let me cum, I need to cum, please."

"Such a good boy for me!" You praised Changbin lovingly, and watched as Felix's brows drew together in pleasure and he dropped his head back against the couch, huffing out an almost silent groan, "Cum for me, baby." The noise Jisung let out when he came was somewhat odd and jarring, but no one paid him any mind considering random, bizarre noises weren't anything out of the ordinary. Felix managed to stifle his own groan with his free hand when he released. Bin, however, shuddered in your arms, silently biting his lip as waves of pleasure washed over him and he came hard, covering your hand in white and dirtying his briefs. You worked him through it, squeezing the head of his cock to milk out the last few drops as he twitched in oversensitivity. Once he had come down from his high, Changbin whispered a sweet "thank you" in your ear before placing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss on your jawline and immediately passed out from exhaustion. How you got three boys to successfully cum on command, you have no idea but, needless to say, it was a major confidence boost. You glanced back over at Jisung and Felix, who both looked nervous again, and chuckled under your breath, "We never have to speak of this if you get me something to clean my hand." Jisung nodded, dumbfounded, and got up too quickly – his feet became tangled in the blanket and down he went, ending up partially sprawled out over Jeongin's outstretched leg and the floor. Thankfully, both he and Felix had the forethought to tuck themselves back in before Jisung got up.

He sprang to his feet before Jeongin even had a chance to complain and whisper-shouted, "My nose is running," as a cover-up. When Jisung returned seconds later with a giant handful of tissues, Jeongin mumbled something about drowning in his own snot, but the older ignored him and made a show of wiping at his nose before discreetly passing the rest on to you and Felix. Credits eventually started to roll on the screen and some of the boys were stretching and yawning by then. You took the opportunity to gently rouse Bin, checking to see if he was feeling better and wanted to watch another movie or if he was headed off to bed for the night. He shuffled out of your lap and, in his baby voice, he giggled, "’m sticky." Changbin then took the blanket that had been draped over the two of you and wrapped it around himself like a cape.

The majority of the boys gave him funny looks at his comment but you laughed and provided an explanation, "You're like a furnace when you sleep and we had a blanket on so yeah, it's a little clammy to say the least." You received shrugs and nods in response, along with a few members echoing how warm Changbin gets when he sleeps.

Said boy's cheeks tinged pink and he chuckled softly, "Well, I might go sleep off the rest of this hangover even though it's still early. You guys can keep watching movies if you want, I don't mind." As you and the boys bid him goodnight and wished him a happy birthday again, he gave everyone a warm smile and waddled off to his room.

You silently hoped the rest of the boys would head to bed, too, since your bed was the couch and you really wanted to get off, wound up from the whimpering boy in your lap only moments before. Much to your dismay, the boys started to argue about what movie to watch next but Felix seemed to sense your restlessness and elbowed you. Turning to face him and Jisung, you couldn't hide the blush on your cheeks when images from before popped into your head. They looked like they felt similarly and almost like he read your mind, Jisung asked, "I got you tissues so we don't have to talk about this, right?"

You snorted, "Then why are you bringing it up?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and shrugged, trying to come up with an excuse but he just stuttered out random syllables. Felix giggled and you opened your mouth to poke fun at him but he held up a hand to silence you.

"Now's not a good time to bring up the fact that I have a 'good boy' kink, so don't say anything!"

Chan apparently suddenly acquired superhuman hearing, having jolted upright from lounging on the floor and pointed an accusatory finger at the three of you, "Hey, I said earlier, no kink discussion in the living room!" You, Felix, and Jisung all looked at each other before busting out laughing, figuring Chan had been completely unaware of all that had just gone down during the previous movie.

"Ah, blissful ignorance!" you quipped, nudging Felix in the side as you continued to laugh and Chan continued to give you the stink eye from across the room.

"Don't think I don't know what you all are up to!" The oldest chided, "I'm surprised you haven't run off to Changbin yet, considering what you two got up to during the movie." You blanched. Felix stiffened beside you when Chan continued, "And you two. Well, we're all kinda used to you by now but -"

"Get a room!" Minho shouted at the ceiling, body draped over a chair in what looked like a very uncomfortable position (but so is sleeping on the kitchen countertop, so to each their own).

You risked another glance at your couch companions but Lix just smirked and said, “I'm rooming with him tonight." He shrugged his shoulder in the direction of Jisung, "My bed's free, not that you'll need it. Have fun!" He winked and grabbed Jisung by the wrist to drag him off to the older's bedroom.

“Don't keep Hyunjin up all night!" You teased as they began to walk off. Hyunjin, sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, scoffed.

"I'm sleeping out here since now you're not."

"Don't let him fool you, he usually keeps us up all night!" Felix taunted back and Hyunjin just looked scandalized.

"Welp…” You tried and failed to act casual as you stood from the couch. "I'm uhh…"

Minho sighed overdramatically. "Don't worry, we're gonna blast this movie and then next one. For our own sake.” He added.

Standing in front of Changbin's bedroom door, you debated with yourself for several moments whether or not to knock first or to just slip in quietly. You ended up just walking in, figuring it was safe considering what had just transpired on the couch earlier. Bin was lounging on his bed, lying slightly on his side facing away from the door, attention focused on his phone. He most likely figured it was his roommate, Felix, walking in so he didn't make an attempt to look up. You moved to close the door, leaning your back gently against it until you heard the soft click.

"Hey," your voice was weak but strong enough to break the silence, somewhat startling to Bin, if his tiny jump was anything to go by. His head snapped over to look at you, eyes wide and uncertain, and mindlessly dropped the phone on the bed next to him. You offered him an easy smile to reassure him you weren't upset and he swung his legs over to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Umm, hi..." Changbin hesitated. He twiddled his thumbs, glancing around the room as he tried to explain himself, "I'm uhh… I'm sorry. About earlier. I tend to just… drop." He shrugged, "It doesn't happen very often. Not really sure why it happens now that I think about it… but yeah, sorry." You smiled warmly as you watched his blush deepen from a barely there pink to a sweet cherry red. Bin continued to avoid your gaze as you inched closer to him.

"Why are you apologizing, baby?" He visibly gulped as you kneeled on the bed between his thick thighs and nudged his cock gently, smirking at his nervousness, "I was going to punish you for cumming in your pants like a teenage boy…" you started and Changbin finally looked up, a little dazed. "But you were so good for me." You glanced at the clock on his bedside table, "It's not midnight yet. Do you still want your gift?" Bin nodded enthusiastically, which urged your smirk to widen and the powerful feeling in your chest bloomed bigger.

Lifting his chin up with one finger, you leaned in close, close enough for him to feel your breath dancing over his lips but not close enough to taste. "Let's see…" you paused, pulling away to trail your finger down to the center of his chest and push him back on the bed. "How many times…" you continued, immediately shoving his hoodie up and dragging your nails down his toned stomach before your fingertips dipped under the waistband of his sweatpants, your palm resting directly over his cock. "… I can make you cum before the clock strikes 12:01, shall we?" Changbin was propped up on one arm, lust-blown pupils closely following your every move as you tugged his sweatpants down just a few inches to expose the band of his briefs before stopping to make eye contact, "Answer me, baby. I need to know if you want this."

"Please…" He whispered, eyes imploring and desperate, hands already gripping tightly at the sheets on either side of him. You smiled minutely as he lifted his hips for you to drag his pants off completely. Bin instinctively spread his legs wider and relaxed them, his knees falling out to the sides when you crouched down. You took the opportunity to shove his right thigh up, tightly gripping a handful of flesh and squeezing, mesmerized, and tried to keep yourself from drooling over him.

"So pretty…" You breathed, not quite a whisper, but strained with desire. Your eyes followed the fingertips of your free hand as you traced the lines over his stomach before moving to gently squeeze at his side, thumb rubbing tender circles into his hip bone. Left hand unhurriedly trailing up his opposite side, you reached up to his chest to barely brush your fingertips over one his nipples but Bin reacted with a jolt, arching off the bed and he bit his lip to muffle a moan, "So sensitive.” You smirked to yourself, tweaking his nipple so that he let his voice out, whimpering sweetly, "That's it, let me hear you, baby."

Countless daydreams and nights spent longing for him and there he was with your hands on him, his eyes teary and begging for you, his body so responsive, and you couldn't help but feel that maybe you were just dreaming all over again, but Changbin whined softly and canted his hips, snapping you out of your reverie, and you met his eyes again. "Please…" He repeated his earlier plea as he wiggled around, trying to get you to touch him more.

"God." You practically whined yourself, "You're so fucking cute." You leaned over him and his eyes locked on your lips despite the evident embarrassment written all over his face, cheeks ruddy and tears threatening to spill, "So perfect." He made a noise that suspiciously sounded like he didn't agree but you felt his rough hand graze the skin of your cheek and you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. Lips met lips and Changbin melted into you immediately, fingers tangled in your hair, a floaty feeling overtook your senses. His kiss mirrored his clear and apparent feelings – desperation, hunger, need, and everything in between. You could feel yourself losing all sense of reality; your lips moving against his plush, doll-like ones, his fingers tugging at strands of your hair, his gasp when you nibbled at his lower lip, everything was hallucinatory. But you still wanted to tease him a bit more.

"Please…” Bin whispered again against your lips, "I need you." He emphasized his imploration by grinding his hard length against your thigh and clutched at your shirt frantically. You kissed him hard before trailing your lips over his jawline and down his neck, sucking in random places, just hard enough to not leave visible marks.

"I'm here, baby. I'm right here." Tugging at his hoodie, you signaled that you wanted to take it off so he leaned up to allow you to. Immediately, you continued your path of kisses over his collarbone and down his chest, stopping to lick and suck at each of his hardened nipples. Changbin arched into your mouth, a loud moan escaped his lips when your teeth scraped just so and he automatically clamped a hand over his mouth in shock, "Nuh uh, I want to hear you," you delicately dragged his hand away, fingers intertwining with his as you kissed further down his torso.

"But the others?" He panicked slightly, "They'll – Oh!" Bin jolted when you faintly nipped at the flesh of his hip and palmed his cock over his briefs.

You hushed him softly, "Shh, they're busy. Besides, I know it turns you on more to know they could hear you." He just huffed in response, not denying your accusation. Curling your fingertips under his waistband, you pulled his briefs down ever so slowly, loving how he whined at your pace. His dick sprang free from its confines and bounced back against his abdomen, right below his navel. Tossing his underwear off to the side somewhere, you traced your fingertips up his thighs to his hips, one hand resting there and while the other inched closer to where Changbin needed most. Poor baby was so impatient – you slapped his thigh when he whined about not touching him fast enough, which caused him to thrust into nothing and groan in pleasure, "Ah, a bit of a pain slut, aren't you, baby?"

"Nngh, yes..." He moaned when you slapped his other thigh. Changbin shuddered when your hand finally came into contact with his leaking cock. You wrapped your hand around him and squeezed gently – your thumb dug into his slit before you lifted it to show the strand of pre-cum connecting it to his cock, "You're so wet! Look at this, you're already making such a mess!" Again, he whimpered in response. Smearing the pre-cum over his skin, you began to pump his cock, gradually picking up speed. "Do you want to cum from my hand or my mouth?"

You were being generous in giving him the choice and he thanked you knowingly, "Whatever you want, I'm grateful for. Thank you."

"Good boy." Changbin keened, arching into the touch when you suddenly mouthed at his shaft. Tonguing at his slit, you moaned at his taste and took him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head to take more and more of him. Soon, your nose became buried in the soft curls at the base of his shaft, tongue diligently running over the bulging veins. Bin squirmed and fisted the sheets before reaching to thread his fingers through your hair.

“Fuck, your mouth! I-" A strangled moan abruptly cut off his words when you swallowed around him and his fingers tightened their grip in your strands. His tug at your hair was harsh, causing you to moan at the slight amount of pain. The vibrations from your throat only served to produce more overwhelming pleasure for Changbin and he writhed underneath you. You pulled away to lap at his balls, sucking each one into your mouth. He watched you like a hawk, dark eyes focused on you as you moved to kiss and suck at his perineum, whining all the while. One of his thighs in each of your hands, you pushed his legs up until you had better access to his pretty little hole. Licking a stripe over it, you smiled into Changbin's skin as he once again jolted and arched off the bed, "Jesus fuck! Oh my god!"

Moans began to pour from his lips as you licked, sucked, and nibbled at his rim. Bin threw his head back against the bed, panting heavily and breathed out your name, "Feels so fucking good!" When you started to fuck him with your tongue, he squirmed around so much, you had to hold him down, “Can't. I – Fuck!" The next time Changbin made eye contact, you could see that his tears had finally spilled over, leaving streaks down his plump cheeks. He was already lost in the pleasure, a daze clouding his eyes, but you weren't finished with him yet.

"I wanna pamper you. Where's your lube, baby?"

He licked his lips and tried to calm down, "Top drawer, way in the back." Despite knowing you had to get up to fetch the lube, Changbin still whined loudly at the loss of touch.

"Patience, baby. I'm gonna make you feel even better." His eyes widened and he fidgeted on the bed, still clutching his legs to his chest, bent in half with his hole on full display. You returned with the lube seconds later but stopped to stare at him, "I can't get over how perfect you are.” You praised, maneuvering the two of you so that you could comfortably kneel on the bed in front of him.

Once again holding his legs up, Changbin whined for you, "Please." You smiled sweetly at him and warmed the lube between your fingers before lightly outlining his rim with a single wet fingertip. He shuddered beneath you and let out another breathy whimper as you lightly pressed against his hole with two fingers, but not enough to breach the ring of muscles. Deciding to stick to a single digit to be safe, you gently pushed your middle finger in his hole up to the first knuckle and Bin clenched, surprised at the sudden intrusion, "Oh! That feels funny."

"I know, baby. Now relax for me.” You paused to rub soothing circles into his thigh, "I told you I would make you feel even better. I promise. Trust me?" When he nodded eagerly, you smiled again, "That's a good boy." He preened at your words, distracted by them, so you took the opportunity to push your finger in further. It went in easily and you began to wiggle it around to loosen him up. Not long after, Changbin started to moan, quickly finding pleasure again, "You want another?"

Bin hummed and you delicately inserted your pointer finger in alongside your middle finger. His mouth dropped open into an 'O' shape and he groaned deep in his chest when you started to pump your fingers in and out of him. Finding a little resistance, you reached up to work his cock to distract him a little more, "You're taking it so well!" You adored seeing his reaction whenever you praised him so you did it often. Scissoring your fingers, you moved around inside of him until you found that perfect spot.

“Nngh, fuck!" Changbin wailed and threw his head back again, his back bowed and his toes curled. You continued to rub tiny circles into his prostate as curses and swears spilled from his lips, "Oh god, fuck yes, fuck, that feels so fucking good!" By that point he was full on sobbing, blubbering and slurring his words, tossing his head back and forth, his nails dug crescents into the skin of his thighs.

“Are you gonna cum for me now, baby, hmm?" you asked, overly sweet, as you pumped his cock, stopping every once in a while to squeeze at the angry red head, – beads of pre-cum dribbled down the side and made the slide easier – and you continued to massage his prostate at the same time. Changbin nodded shamelessly, all care and worry thrown out the window. He just wanted to cum. Bad. And he begged for it. Even without being told to, he pleaded with you, vehement and ardent in his entreaty.

"Please, please, please let me cum. I need it so bad. I'll do anything, please just let me cum. Please, I need you to make me cum." That last part made something in you snap. You practically growled, lunging forward to kiss him fiercely. Sucking on his tongue made him moan into your mouth and you licked at his velvety walls, eager for him to taste himself while you worked him up to and over the edge.

"You're so good for me, such a good boy." You whispered against his plush lips, "Go ahead, baby. You can cum for me." Changbin cried out against your mouth, hips violently thrusting his cock into your hand and rocking down on your fingers at the same time. Ribbons of white splayed across his stomach and he desperately tried to catch his breath as he came down from his high. He whimpered into your mouth and kissed you sweetly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as you pulled back to look at him, "Baby looks so tired.” You lamented, withdrawing your fingers from his body before wiping them on part of the sheets next to you. Changbin hummed, a small smile on his lips as he nodded. His eyes quickly snapped open when you started to tug at his spent cock. A noise of protest escaped his lips but you continued to work his sore length. "C'mon, you've got one more for me, don't you, baby?" Your tone was melodic but mischievous and there was a sly twinkle in your eye when you crawled off the bed to finally strip for Bin, having stayed completely clothed the entire time you got him off. It was your turn now and you so badly wanted to sit on his thick cock.

He watched you unhurriedly remove each article of clothing, dick unsurprisingly chubbing up when you turned around and bent over at the waist, spreading your ass cheeks and putting yourself on full display as he had been earlier. You released your grip on the flesh, letting it clap back together and wiggled your hips, provoking a deep, sinful sounding moan from Changbin, "Come back..." He begged, "I wanna taste you." You smirked and straightened up, languidly moving towards him once you turned around to face him. He laid back on the bed and reached for you, silently asking for you to sit on his face. The thought made your insides throb with want, heat flowing through your veins, heart pounding and head light and floaty. You crawled over him and hovered above him before he yanked you down by the hips, immediately licking and sucking at your entrance with vigor. Changbin groaned and the vibration made you rock on his tongue, shivering as he shoved it deep inside you.

“Baby's so good to me…” You breathed, rolling your hips minutely, “Fuck, I love your tongue in me." Bin moaned again and you maintained a rhythm of rolling and rocking against his tongue. He soon reached up to insert a finger alongside his tongue, stretching you open for his thick cock while he ate you out like his life depended on it. You could feel yourself getting close so you forcefully removed his hand from your hip and sat up on your knees, shoving his other hand away in the process. He whined in objection and tried to pull you back down but you shook your head and moved off him completely, "No, baby. Wanna cum on your cock."

Changbin sucked in a sharp breath and canted his hips up into nothing. You moved to swing your leg over his stomach and reached for the lube that you had tossed somewhere on the bed earlier. Generously covering Bin's cock, you positioned yourself, and gripping his shaft, you guided it to your entrance and sank down until he was entirely buried inside you. You threw your head back and let out a wanton moan as Changbin dug his blunt nails into the skin of your thighs and tried to keep himself from moving too quickly. "You're so big, baby. Feel so full…" You mewled, circling your hips to feel his every bump and ridge against your walls.

He let out a choked sound and slid his hands up to your hips, "Please, can I move?"

"Yes, yes…” You chanted as you began to bounce yourself on his length. He met your hips with his thrusts, letting you do most of the work at first.

"You feel incredible. So tight, so wet, so fucking hot," Changbin babbled, drunk off the pleasure. You planted your palms on his chest, pinching at his nipples, and you felt his hips kick in response, momentarily disrupting the rhythm he had built up.

"I thought your tongue was good, fuck! Love your cock in me so much. Love it even more. So good to me, baby." You repeatedly cursed under your breath when Changbin quickened his pace and his harsh thrusts knocked you forward into him. He instantly took the opportunity to draw you into another kiss. It was more two open mouths breathing each other's air and tongues occasionally rubbing together than an actual kiss but you both were too caught up in the ecstasy to care.

He pulled away to breathe into your neck, whimpering against your skin as he gripped your hips tightly and pounded into you relentlessly. "Love you. I love you so fucking much. Wanted you for so long. Don't know what I'd do without you. I don't even want to think about it. I just really fucking love you." You felt tears prick at your eyes and you took his face in your hands as he slowed his thrusts and locked eyes with you.

"Then don't think about it." You stated simply, "I'm here. Always have been. Always will be. And I really fucking love you, too." Changbin didn't have a chance to smile or say anything before you kissed him, trying to convey your every emotion through your kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as close to him as he possibly could, "I love you, my good boy, my baby." You whispered against his lips in between kisses and biting gently at his lips. He groaned and sped up his thrusts as he kissed you senseless.

"Fuck, I'm so close!" He moaned as his pace started to waver.

"I knew you had one more for me. Cum inside me baby, please." You found yourself begging him in the end.

Changbin grunted and reached between you to get you off faster, "You said you wanted to cum on my cock. Want you to cum first." You could see white begin to prick at the edges of your vision and your head felt even more floaty than before. Frankly, Changbin's cock felt like heaven inside you and you could feel your walls dragging him back in every time he pulled out. He adjusted his angle ever so slightly and with a few more thrusts, you came. Hard. Stars exploded behind your eyes and tingles ran up and down your body. When you opened your eyes, Changbin was there kissing you and working you through your high, "Thank you.” You  breathed and he smiled warmly and hummed, "Keep going. Want you to cum.” You pleaded, clenching around him snugly. He chanted your name against your lips, throwing in some curses and an 'I love you' or two, using your body for his pleasure as he chased his own high. Seconds later, when you clenched around him again, Changbin cried out and released inside you, thick white ropes coating your walls. He fucked his cum into you with a few quick thrusts before pulling out and wrapping his arms back around you. Bin laid still, lashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he tried to catch his breath. You watched him from where your head was laid on his shoulder. Pressing a small kiss to his jawline, you saw the corner of his lips start to curl before he chuckled lowly, "Happy birthday, Binnie," you congratulated, barely above a whisper.

Changbin laughed harder, "God, I love you!"

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Suspicious With A Side Of Concern

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Warning: a little cursing and a tad bit of suggestive themes. seriously, just a smidge. this is v mild and v soft

A/N: uhh hi there 😊 it's been awhile heh but it's San's birthday (one of my ults) and I managed to write this! it's probably not that great and it's not edited (bc it's after 5AM 👍🏻) so I'm sorry if it sucks or is full of mistakes, I may come back to it and fix them if there's a lot. but uhh yeah! I love my sweet boy so much and I'm so proud of him and I'm feeling v mushy lately hehe 🤭 and yeah, yeah, I know I’m not funny but I make myself laugh and that’s all that matters right? lol also this is pretty self-indulgent (hmm I’m noticing a theme in my recent works haha) but I hope you enjoy it anyways! happy birthday Sannie!!! I love you to the moon and back ❤️❤️❤️

San was suspicious. And a little concerned, too. The kind of 'suspicious with a side of concern' that can make feelings of offense and being forgotten crop up. In other words: not good. And what time could be worse to feel 'not good' than the days leading up to your birthday?

OK, so that clearly was not your intention when you had initially conjured up your plan for your, frankly, rather significant and audacious gift for San's birthday this year. Typically, you go all out with anything you get or do for San because he's just fun to spoil like that. Like in past years, you'd taken him on mini vacations or got him lots of small gifts and gave them to him over a period of a few days. And you always spent the entire week celebrating, not just the day of. So, logically, if you had actually formed a plan instead of just devising the end result of said non-existent plan, maybe you would have thought of how San might react to things being so different than years past. But 'foresight', what's that?

When you noticed San was more moody and petulant than usual, you tried your best to make things seem as normal as possible, not wanting him to catch on to your surprise. You had found him pouting at the kitchen table late one night, a few days before his birthday. "Sannie, baby. It's three in the morning, is everything OK?"

"Are you mad at me?" he blurted out unexpectedly, not answering your question. When he saw your confused expression, he continued, "I mean, did I do something wrong? Something to upset you? I swear it wasn't intentional and I'm sorry that I don't know what it is. I-"

"Of course not, babe!" you cut him off, "I was just worried because I rolled over in bed and you weren't there when I tried to cuddle up to you. But what makes you think that I'm mad at you, lovebug?"

You slid into the seat next to him as he sighed deeply. "I don't know, I just… God! This is gonna sound so stupid and selfish and spoiled!" Taking his hand in yours to silently reassure him, you squeezed his fingers slightly and softly rubbed your thumb along his knuckles. He took a deep breath before he tried to explain himself, "Umm, this whole week has been different than other years? Like, usually we do lots of stuff for my birthday and this year we haven't done much of anything and I'm not complaining because it's not that I expect a lot of presents or a vacation or something and I haven't said anything because I don't want to sound spoiled or like I think I'm entitled to a lot of big, expensive things, it's just that I'm not used to it I guess and I think it's making me feel like I did something wrong to upset you so you aren't treating me like you usually do as some sort of punishment, not that I think you'd actually do that to me because you're the sweetest thing in the world and I know you love me and I love you so much and I just-" San let out a frustrated groan and dropped his head to the table with a loud thud. He sighed again and lowered his voice to almost a whisper, "That did not come out like how I wanted it to."

The gears in your head were turning as you stared fondly at your boyfriend, a small, sad smile curving your lips. You felt horrible that San thought you were upset with him because, after all, that's the last thing you want. San and his happiness and contentment is the most important thing in your life. You also weren't sure how you were going to explain yourself without revealing the secret you were working so hard to conceal. Winging it seemed like the best option at the time since you could tell San was getting antsy about your silence.

"Sannie, can you look at me, please?" you began. When he lifted his head, your eyes found each other's, while your empty hand searched for his. "I'm so sorry that I made you feel like I'm mad at you! I promise you that I'm not even the slightest bit upset with you. You did absolutely nothing wrong -- you're perfect, baby." Releasing one of San's hands, you reached up to gently push away some stray hairs that had fallen into his eyes before running your fingertips across his pretty cheekbone. "You should know that none of what you said sounded stupid or selfish or spoiled. We've built up a sort of routine and a sudden change to that can be kind of disorienting. You have every right to be confused and I'm not going to make up excuses for how different things have been the past few days, I won't do that to you. In all honesty, I've been preoccupied and a little distracted. But I'm sorry that I let that get in the way and I promise that it won't happen anymore. And I'm so sorry that I've already made this your suckiest birthday ever and it's not even your actual birthday yet! That's definitely a new record for me, ruining something before it even happens." You mumbled the last part, ashamed at yourself and silently hoping San wouldn't hear that bit.

He let out a small chuckle that sounded much closer to normal San, easing your worry slightly. "It's not sucky and you didn't ruin anything, which by the way, you know I don't like when you put yourself down like that," the evident pout in his voice faintly reddened your cheeks with embarrassment despite the fact that he wasn't even scolding you. You whispered a quiet apology and San brought your left hand up to place a kiss on your knuckles. "You said you're preoccupied and distracted but I'm not going to press because I know you'll tell me when you're ready." When you thanked him, he tilted his head and looked at you with pure adoration and you felt his gaze travel over the planes of your face. "Thank you for understanding me, even when my words are messier than all us boys in white shirts eating wings with no napkins."

Trying, and failing to keep a straight face, the two of you dissolved into fits of giggles. "I thought you were going to be romantic or something but you said that and-" you cut yourself off with another loud laugh and shook your head, smiling endearingly. "I love you, cutie! But you're saying weird things so I think we should head to bed. Not that sleep will actually help you but we can always try." San shoved your shoulder as you stood before scooping you up in his arms and peppered kisses all over your face.

San had been in a great mood the morning of his birthday, considering he had woken up to you bustling about the kitchen making his favorite breakfast while wearing nothing but his oversized t-shirt. Strong arms and the frigid tip of San's nose against the junction between your neck and shoulder startled you, causing you to drop the spatula in your hand. He giggled softly at the small squeak you let out in surprise and squeezed you a little more snugly into his broad chest. "Mornin'," he mumbled against your skin.

"Hi," you chuckled as you shrugged him off to bend down to pick up the utensil that had fallen on the floor. You knew he was pouting when he had to let go of you and you could easily imagine the smirk that made its way onto his handsome face as he came up with his next idea, smacking your ass before you stood back up to place the dirty spatula in the sink.

You gasped in false offense, "How dare you!"

"Well, when you look like…" San gestured at you, his stare sleepy but very interested, "That, can you blame me?"

"I most certainly can! No 'Good morning! Happy Birthday!' kiss for you, mister!"

The pout returned to his face and damn, you're really weak for that pout. You sighed exasperatedly and threw your arms around his neck. "Good morning! Happy Birthday!" you announced with feigned emotion before pecking him on the lips and making an attempt to return your attention to breakfast. San had other ideas. He let out a sort of growl before effortlessly tossing you over his shoulder and strutting back towards your bedroom. "Wait!" you shouted weakly on account of San's shoulder uncomfortably pressed against your diaphragm, "Breakfast is gonna burn!" He paused in his stride, seemingly to try to decide on what to do, before turning and rushing to the stove to switch it off and then made a beeline for the mess of pillows and blankets he had left only moments before.

That afternoon, San was sprawled out on the sofa, a dreadfully bored look etched into his features as he flipped through the channels. Finding nothing to watch, he switched off the TV and turned to stare at the ceiling. The oscillating fan sat on the small end table next to the couch ruffled his hair and thoughtfully provided an awful high-pitched squealing sound as background noise for the otherwise quiet living room. Nervously staring at the clock on your phone while draped over a chair opposite the couch, your mind was racing to come up with an excuse for leaving the house a few minutes later. You had an appointment to keep aka "The Plan". Making a disgruntled noise, you pushed yourself out of your seat and made a command decision on what to say, "Uhh, I'm gonna go to the store to pick up some stuff for umm, for later." Failing miserably at sounding natural, you gestured toward the door and faced it.

"Ooh!" San shouted and you heard rustling like he was getting off the couch. "Let me come! I'm so bored."

You couldn't help the mischief that made itself evident over your features as you turned back around. "But coming along will spoil the surprise, don't you think?" Pleading puppy dog eyes and his cutest pout decorated San's face in response. "Nuh uh, not even that will work on me today!"

Sam's expression morphed into a combination of astonishment and amazement as he plopped back down onto the sofa, "Shit, this is serious if not even the pout can sway you!"

You nodded ruefully, "It's a special day."

Ping! A message came through on your group chat with the boys, made specifically for this plan and thus excluding San, and when you went to read it, you heard San mumble under his breath but couldn't quite make out what he said.

Joong-bug: outside with Woo! let's goooooo!!

Several more text alerts sounded off and San eyed you suspiciously.

Woo 🐻: C'MON I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!! Joong-bug: aaaaaand this is why he's forbidden contact with 'The Target' until 'The Plan' is complete… You: Be down in a minute! Joong-bug: hurry up!! he won't stop whining and pouting 😣 Mingo Mango: getin' ready 2 bust the door down now 😈 You: Jongho, I'm trusting you to keep them from breaking things Hulk 🍎: You have my word 👍 Yeo-Yeo: Pfffft like that means anything 😒 Y'know: hey, i asked you to chop vegetables!! why are you on your phone?? 😡 Yeo-Yeo: You're on yours! Mars: ……….help

Suddenly, you could hear two rather loud voices outside, gradually getting louder as they made their way to your front door. "Ah, you're in luck, sweetpea! Here comes your entertainment now!" Without giving Mingi the opportunity to "bust the door down", you quickly threw it open and in he stumbled with Jongho trailing more gracefully behind him, chuckling. San's face lit up in excitement and he bounced gleefully over to his friends. Mingi shouted something about playing ball and San whooped in agreement, causing you to chuckle fondly as you snuck out the door they had just come through since your boyfriend was already well and truly distracted.

Hongjoong and Wooyoung quickly came into view as you made your way down the last of the stairs, the younger hopping around like an over-excited bunny when he spotted you. He called your name loudly and ran to squeeze you and consequently hang off of you, grin bright and eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Hi there, bear," you giggled and squeezed him back before turning to Hongjoong. "You said he was whiny but you didn't mention he was extra clingy, too." No hint of annoyance in your voice, Wooyoung nuzzled into your shoulder and sighed happily.

Hongjoong shrugged, smiling affectionately at the younger, "I thought it was to be expected."

"It is a little hot for cuddles though, Woo," you told Wooyoung honestly and he nodded in agreement, letting go and scurried towards the parked car, screeching about being late. Hongjoong shook his head as he watched Wooyoung abruptly fling the door open and sit in the passenger seat, eagerly bouncing in place and urging the two of you to hurry up. "Everything all set?" you asked the older as you walked side by side to the car.

Rascality twinkled in Hongjoong's eyes, "Yep! All the stuff is either in the back seat or the trunk, ready to go!" You smiled and scrunched your nose at him before you both joined Wooyoung in the car and headed off to your destination.

A couple hours later, the three of you returned to your house, San's birthday gift sat on the back seat next to you. Wooyoung was animatedly squirming in his seat, teeth clenched together in a wide grin in an effort to suppress his squeals of joy. "Good grief, Woo! It's gonna be somewhat of a let down if you're more excited about this than San ends up being," you teased him fondly, reaching for your phone to get updates from the group chat.

You: We're back!! 🤭 Yeo-Yeo: Lemme guess, Woo's about to piss himself from excitement You: 😂 correct. Update on 'the Target'? Hulk 🍎: 'The Target' is about to get in the shower, Mingi and I will head down now Y'know: you can't just leave him!! you gotta at least give an excuse!! Hulk 🍎: You can't see me but I'm rolling my eyes right now. Mingi told him we're going home to shower, which isn't an excuse, it's the truth. We'll just jump in with everyone later 👌 Y'know: you didn't give anything away did you??!! Hulk 🍎: 😒 yes. We told him every detail. Of course we didn't! Mingo Mango: all good! we made it seem like we were leaving 4 the night! told him happy bday and everything 😉 Y'know: … :/ … You: … I'm slightly concerned but alright. How's 'The Plan'? Yeo-Yeo: Yunho is worried out of his mind now but we're cool, just waiting on the cue Mingo Mango: you mean the Q 😉👍 Hulk 🍎: He tripped down a few stairs while he was typing that ^ Yeo-Yeo: 🖕 (deserved) You: Hwa? Still have your sanity? Mars: *sigh* … barely You: You replied so I'm courageously going to take that as a positive. You guys can head over as soon as Jongho and Mingi are ready. I'll text when it's good to come up. Yeo-Yeo: OK Y'know: k Mars: yes

Laughing at their insanity and tucking your phone away, you glanced up to find Mingi and Jongho walking towards the car so you got out and attempted to get a little more information. "You guys have fun?" you asked, smiling warmly.

The boys beamed and nodded. "Lots!" Mingi stated, bouncing on his toes energetically.

"San seemed really happy so that felt," Jongho paused and rubbed at the back of his neck, "Nice." You felt your heart squeeze a little, knowing just how much San loved and valued the boys no matter what. "And we didn't break anything, just like I promised!" Jongho added proudly, puffing out his chest a little.

You ruffled his hair fondly before yanking your hand away in disgust, "Ick! So sweaty! Go shower! I'll see you two in a bit." The youngest laughed brightly and gave you a wave before heading off with Mingi offering a salute and stumbling after him. Making your way around the car, you opened the car door and gathered the gift into your arms. "I owe you two," you smiled and Hongjoong shook his head and chuckled. "Thank you!" Wooyoung giggled as you resituated the present in your grasp. "Don't forget the rest of the stuff when you come up later, please!" Hongjoong gave you a thumbs up and you shut the door with your hip before making your way up to give your boyfriend his surprise.

Unlocking the door and being as quiet as possible entering the house in an effort to sneak up on San was quite difficult but you managed. Luckily, he had his back to you, actually sitting normally in a chair for once and humming softly to himself. Stifling a giggle with your hand, you brought everything inside and shut the door, impressed with yourself at how quiet you were and hoped the gift would be just as silent. Slipping your shoes off to avoid more noise, you took one gift in each hand and tiptoed toward San.

You instinctively held your breath as you neared your boyfriend and tried not to squeal or giggle. In that moment, you definitely felt Wooyoung's enthusiasm. Right hand gently setting one gift on the top of San's head and left hand reaching around the phone in his hands to place the other present in his lap, you heard him gasp in shock. "Happy Birthday, sugarplum!"

The small kitten on San's head let out a tiny squeak of a meow and the puppy in his lap timidly licked at his arm. San tried to say something but all that came out was broken words and stutters. He reached up to pluck the kitten from his head and you helped untangle a strand of his hair from the kitten's tiny claws before he set it next to the puppy on his lap and turned part way around to look up at you. Tears were already falling, the tracks they left glinted in the sunlight that came in through the living room window and his bottom lip wobbled slightly, "Y-you. B-but. What?"

You slowly walked around the chair and crouched down in front of San, beaming and a little teary-eyed yourself at his reaction. "What do you think, Sannie? Does this make up for the difference in these past few days?" He choked out a sob and nodded fervently, lip still trembling as he stared down at the animals clumsily perched on his thighs.

San sniffled and lifted the puppy up to eye-level. It leaned closer to him and licked at the salty streaks on his cheeks. San laughed wetly and set the puppy back down before lifting the kitten up the same way and nuzzling his nose into its soft fur. After admiring them for a few minutes and calming himself down, San glanced at you, "This is what you were preoccupied with?"

You nodded and hummed faintly, "But not just this!"

Your boyfriend furrowed his brow and groaned a little, "There's more? I don't know if I can handle any more! I feel like I've had at least a dozen heart attacks in the last 5 minutes already!" You chuckled adoringly as San pouted at his puppy and kitten, talking to them about how his heart wasn't meant for stuff like that. While he was distracted, you shot a text to the group chat.

You: 'The Plan: Part 1' = ✅COMPLETE! Commence 'The Plan: Part 2'! Woo 🐻: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Yeo-Yeo: 😒 Hulk 🍎: That emoji may imply that Yeosang is rolling his eyes but he's actually staring at Wooyoung with the most fond, loving look in his eyes Mingo Mango: heh Yeo just 🤜 Jongho in the 💪

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, waiting for the boys to come up and actually "bust down the door". Moments later, a cacophony of voices burst through the quiet room as the guys threw the door open.

"Happy Birthday! We brought food!" Yunho shouted as he muscled multiple grocery bags into your kitchen, followed by Yeosang and Seonghwa who were also carrying armloads.

At the same time, Wooyoung screamed, "Babies!" and headed straight for San and the puppy and kitten. The two boys giggled together and fawned over the animals while some of the boys loudly scuttled around the kitchen and the others went to greet the birthday boy and the new additions. You headed into the kitchen to see if you could help with anything.

Seonghwa looked less frazzled than you expected and his kind eyes lit up when they met yours. "Anything for me to do?" you asked him, going over to wash your hands in the kitchen sink.

He gave you a characteristic wonky smile as he bumped your hip with his, "I think you've had quite the day as it is!"

"Me? What about you? You sure have lots of beautiful hair despite dealing with so many children all the time!"

Seonghwa's smile was one of pure reverence, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

You tugged him into a tight hug. "I know," you whispered, "Thank you." Before he could say anything, you pulled away to look him in the eye, "And before you say 'You don't have to thank me' or whatever, thank you. I mean it and you have to accept it or I'll pout." He laughed heartily and nodded, eyes sparkling with joy as he went back to getting food put on the table.

You went around hugging and thanking the rest of the boys for all their contributions to San's special day and then gathered everyone up to sit at the table for dinner. The kitten and puppy played together peacefully and everyone glanced over at them once in awhile to coo at their cuteness.

Chatter was loud and warm, just the way it should be. San absolutely glowed with happiness and at one point when all the boys were laughing and carrying on together, he leaned over to you to whisper in your ear. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Only every day," you beamed, booping his nose gently.

He giggled and leaned even closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips, "Thank you," another kiss, "Times a million," another, "for making me," yet another peck, "so, so happy," and another, "I love you," and one more kiss. You grabbed his face so he couldn't pull away from the last one but it was a little difficult to kiss when you both were smiling so wide.

A chorus of "Ew!" and "Gross!" and "NOT AT THE DINNER TABLE!" echoed behind you so you reluctantly pulled away, giggling all the while.

"OK, OK!" you held your hands up in defeat before resituating. "Alright, on the count of three," San looked confused all over again but you sent him a reassuring wink. "One!

"Two!

"Three!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAN!"

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Truth or Dare

Pairing: Lucas X Reader X Ten

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.7 K

“Truth or dare, Ten?” You asked with a devilish smile spreading over your lips.

“Truth—”

“C’mon don’t be a pussy.” Lucas chuckled from the other side of the couch, “He chooses dare, Y/N.”

“Oh, does he? Since you’re deciding for him, you get to be in on the dare, too.” You added before reaching into the flipped over snapback hat, attempting to dig out a dare slip.

“W-wait, h-hold on—”

“Nope, you decided that Ten was going to do a dare, so you are inclined to do it with him.” Lucas sighed as you pulled a pink slip of paper from the hat and opened it. Your eyes grew wide as you read over the dare and Ten stood up, already putting up a fight.

“I don’t like the look on your face right now… I don’t want to do it.” He whined and Lucas rolled his eyes.

“You know the rules when playing with her–you can’t change the dare once it’s been read.” Lucas reminded Ten, which left him speechless, “What’s the dare anyway? It can’t be that bad.” You laughed a little bit as you turned the slip around.

“Go out in public without underwear under your clothes and prove to the giver that you did the dare. In. The. Open.” Lucas’s face dropped as you read the dare realizing that you pulled the dare he was hoping you would get instead of them.

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The Dark Side Has Birthday Cake

Words: 803

Warning: Absolutely nothing <3

A/N:  It’s my ults birthday and what better way to get back into writing than write a purely self-indulgent piece about the boy that has my heart? This has a special place in my heart and I know no one will love it the way I do but I hope you at least enjoy it and maybe it puts a smile on your face. I adore cuddly Binnie the most and I’m a major nerd that loves Star Wars (yes, I do in fact own lightsaber chopsticks, what of it) so I just combined those two things to make this absolute mush. So yeah, this is my way of saying Happy Birthday, my love. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know, thank you for being born ❤❤❤❤❤❤

“Quit whining,” you giggled at the pout on Bin’s lips, smoothing out the sheet on the mattress. “We’ll watch whatever movie you want as soon as we finish getting the sheets on the bed.” He groaned dramatically and tugged at one of the corners a little too forcefully, the opposite corner on your side popping up as a result. It was your turn to whine, “Binnie!”

Bin flailed his arms and wailed theatrically, “This is taking forever!” before face planting on the bed, giving up completely.

Instead of being annoyed, you laughed fondly at your boyfriend and flopped onto the bed beside him. “OK, movie now, sheets later. But let’s at least put the pillowcases on the pillows because I can’t just toss yours in the washer to get the drool stains out.”

Without sitting up, Bin grabbed the pillow next to him and forcefully swatted at you with it. “Mhh gffnt thoogh.”

“You so do drool!” You whacked him on the head with the pillow next to you, “I have proof and I see it most mornings.” He mumbled something that sounded like ‘It’s embarrassing’ but you chuckled and shook your head even though he couldn’t see you, “It may be a little gross but it’s oddly adorable. You don’t have to be embarrassed, bug.”

Bin sighed deeply and propped his chin up on his crossed arms, “Can we watch the movie now, please?”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you got up from the bed to fetch the remote and tossed it at him. While he scrolled through Netflix, you put the pillowcases on and started to build a comfy movie fort. Once he’d settled on something, Bin threw the remote towards the foot of the bed and curled up, hogging at least 3 blankets all to himself.

You huffed over-dramatically and gave him puppy-dog eyes, “The blankets get cuddles but I don’t?”

He gave you a look and opened his arms wide. “Come join me in my burrito.” The way the blankets were draped over his arms and around his head like a hood made him look like he had some kind of robe on.

“You look like you have a Jedi robe on,” you snickered, gesturing at him.

Bin jumped around in his seat, “Oooh! I changed my mind on the movie we should watch!”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “We are not watching all 9 Star Wars movies in a row right now.”

“But,” he protested before a sly smirk spread over his thin lips, “Tomorrow’s my birthday.”

Throwing your hands up, you let out an exasperated sigh, “You had to play that card!”

Bin laughed maniacally and rubbed his hands together, looking all the more evil considering his blanket robe. He shuffled forward and reached for the remote again, searching for the first Star Wars movie. “Oooh!” He jumped in his seat again as he chose the movie, “We should eat something so I can use your lightsaber chopsticks.”

“Binnie, it’s almost 10 at night, what would you possibly eat right now?”

He looked lost in thought for a moment before shrugging, “Well, we have to eat at some point during the marathon.”

You scooted over to him and curled into his side, “Are you really going to make me stay up all night to watch all the movies?”

“But it’s my-”

“It’s your birthday, I know. Only for you Binnie, only for you.” You smiled and rested your head on his chest as he played the movie. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even closer to him while you sighed comfortably. “Mmm, you’re warm.”

Bin laughed lightly, burying his nose in your hair. “And you smell like coconut,” he whispered. “Now, shush. The movie’s starting.” You giggled quietly and contented in his arms.

~~~~~

By the time the first movie had ended, it was just after midnight and Bin was fast asleep. The credits were rolling as you switched off Netflix and the TV, the lack of noise slightly roused Bin. “Hmm? Oh, next movie.” He blinked sleepily at you as you chuckled at him and shook your head.

“We’ll finish them tomorrow. It’s time to sleep now,” you smiled at his tired, pouty face, glancing away to look at the bedside clock. “It’s past midnight, you know what that means,” you whispered, cooing over his now gleeful, but still tired, expression.

He drowsily giggled and cheered softly, “Yayyy!”

“Happy birthday, bug!” You pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose and brushed a few stray hairs out of his eyes. Bin’s eyes slipped closed and he hummed contentedly.

“Mm love you,” he mumbled, giving in as sleep pulled him back.

“I love you, too, bug, so much,” you whispered, curling in closer to him and falling asleep peacefully in his arms.

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Celebrating my 1 year anniversary with Kpop today! It’s also my 1 year with Astro and Binnie. I got really sentimental over on main (as usual haha) and I made another board if you wanna have a look see here.

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hey.

so some of you may be wondering, idk why you would but hey, where i’ve been for the past few months. i’ve been reblogging stuff but haven’t posted anything new in quite awhile now. i made a big long explanation over on my main if you wanna read that and know all the details and everything and you can find that here. but basically, my mental health has been absolute shit lately and i’ve been dealing with a lot of medication changes and just a lot in general. my depression (that i’ve struggled with for many, many years) has gotten a lot worse and it’s sapped my joy of everything. like i haven’t written in about 3 months now and i genuinely don’t know the last time i went that long without writing. i have no interest in anything right now, no motivation, no desire, drive, nothing. i’ve lost my love for a lot of things but i’m trying my best to rediscover it, i believe it’s not lost forever, i just have to find it again. and lately my brain has been having these tiny sparks of a desire to write again so my hope is shining a little bit brighter lately. i have a few things in my drafts that i need to edit and everything but apparently, when you don’t read something you’ve written for 3 months, you don’t hate it anymore haha. i guess i spent enough time not staring at the words on the screen that now i don’t have that odd hatred for what i wrote burning within me like it was the couple months before i went inactive. anyway, i’m doing my best to get back into the swing of things. i can’t say i’m completely back but i really miss everything on here and i actually /want/ to come back and be more active so i’m hoping i can do that starting now.

so to everyone that’s followed me/read my stuff for a while, hello again, i’ve missed you. and to everyone new (damn, there’s a lot of you suddenly, holy shit where’d y’all come from), hello for the first time, i hope to bring you new content soon, in the meantime, i hope you enjoy what i have written so far. and as always, feel free to request (idk how well i’m going to do with the stuff sitting in my inbox right now that’s been sitting there for months upon months, i might have to have a brand new start, idk yet). but yeah, request away, i could do with some fresh ideas.

ok enough blabbing, thanks for sticking around and i hope to talk to you all again soon! if you have any questions, comments, concerns, please talk to me! i’ll answer as soon as i can. and if you just wanna be friends, i am so down for that, message away! so yeah, see y’all soon :)