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Established relationship with yoongi. He needs some inspiration for his new mixtape and someone offers him to add some moaning sounds to his new track. And his girlfriend offers to record these in studio for real.

THE ANSWER IS YES. IMMEDIATELY YES. I tweaked it just a tad because I actually had like a shell of something like this in my drafts from two months ago that never went anywhere, and then this beautiful ask was bestowed on me so I tweaked it a bit for this. I hope you enjoy 🥵

→ Summary: Yoongi has been lacking inspiration in the studio. When one of his coworkers suggests using some out-of-the-box background effects for his music, Yoongi realizes that you’re the perfect person to help him.

→ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.

→ Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, recording sexual encounters (audio), heavy making out, light grinding, Min Yoongi’s tongue tech

→ Word Count: 1,486

→ Type: Drabble

→ Genre: pwp, established relationship

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ faq

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

SHOUT OUT TO THE AMAZING @here2bbtstrash FOR BEING MY BETA ON THIS. I AM VERY BAD AT EDITING AND M MAKES MY LIFE SO MUCH EASIER I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.

Yoongi: Can you come to the studio? Need some help with a track. If you’re busy, no problem. Just needing some inspiration and had a few ideas.

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

Me: Of course, baby. Want me to bring anything on the way?

Yoongi: Wine?

Me: You got it. Be there in 30.

When you get to the studio, you’re surprised to find Yoongi not in the control room as usual, but in the live room where he’s seemingly checking the mic. Seeing no one else around, you pop your head inside, catching his attention.

He grins, making your heart flutter at the sight. Yoongi is always beautiful- calm expression with intelligent eyes, mouth prone to smirking, a laugh deep and soft that makes your toes curl. But there’s something about his current outfit that drives you a little mad: plain white tee stretched across broad shoulders, straight black jeans that emphasize what little ass he has, and a backward hat over his dyed-blonde hair.

“What are you doing in here?” You ask from the door as he finishes adjusting the microphone.

“Come in here.”

“I’ve told you a million times that I won’t sing for you.” You nod toward the mic and put your hand on your hip.

He smirks and crosses his arms. You eye the way his veins jump, making your mouth water a bit. You had never understood the obsession with people’s hands until you started dating Yoongi. Now, you get it. His hands – and arms by extension – are lovely. Artful. Sinful.

“I said, come in here.”

There’s little denying him when he uses that tone of voice, so you slip inside and shut the door behind you, the soft click chasing your heels as you cross the space. He doesn’t have headphones out or any gear, so you furrow your brows as he looks you over. He meets you halfway, taking the wine out of your hand and setting it on a stool off to the side.

“What’s going on?” You ask as soon as he comes back and put his hands on your hips. You feel the warmth of his hands through your shirt. Your heart jumps a bit, the smell of his woody cologne making you dizzy. Yoongi makes you dizzy in general, especially when he just smirks and guides you toward the couch.

“I told you, I have an idea and I need your help.”

“Oh, really?”

He sets you gently on the couch, dropping down to his knees. Your legs fall open immediately, staring down at him as your breath quickens. Fuck, is this the idea? Your heart is stuck in your throat as his hands skate up your thighs to your shorts, tugging a little.

“Will you let me draw pretty sounds from you, hmm?” He leans forward and nips at the inside of your knee, making your hips cant a little. You can feel yourself growing wetter at the thought of what he’s asking. “Want you to be featured in my music,” he continues, kissing your inner thighs and leaving a wet trail. “Wanna hear you cum on my tracks.”

“Fuck,” you breathe as his hands work the button of your shorts. You let him pull you out of them, the denim scraping down your legs. Your panties already feel damp as he brushes his thumb over them, up and down up and down. Your eyes flutter shut. “This was your idea?”

“Mhmm. Joon suggested making the song sexier.” He presses on your clit and you moan loudly, sparks shooting where he applies pressure. “What’s better than the sounds you make when I eat you out, hmm?”

“Yoongi.”

“Yes?”

“Please.”

“Do I have your permission?”

“Yes, please just touch me.”

His chuckle is soft and raspy as he pulls your underwear down slowly. He curses when he sees how wet you are for him, licking his lips as he fixates on you. You look at him, half-lidded when all he’s done is brush his lips against your knees and inner thighs.

“Fuck, you always get so worked up for me.” He traces your slick slit with his index finger and you squirm, watching and panting. You didn’t come here to be teased, a whine slipping out of your lips as he traces your clit lazily. “Gonna cum on my tongue for me, yeah?”

“Yes,” you beg.

Yoongi is slow when he leans in, tongue languidly licking you up from your core, sucking on your clit gently. You sigh in relief as he repeats the motion, preferring to savor your taste as he licks you up and down, building tension and making you buzz.

You’re not quiet, especially when he takes your clit in his mouth again and sucks gently. You dig your head back into the couch, hand shooting to his head. You knock the hat off of his head to grip his hair, making him laugh. It vibrates right through you, making you shut your eyes as he continues.

Everything feels warm. It’s like you’re short of breath as he continues, making messy noises as he sucks at you, doing the most so you can hear the way you drip for him. Yoongi eats pussy the same way he enjoys other things he likes: with vigor, focus and sounds of pleasure.

Hearing him makes you quake. His fingers press into your thighs, spreading you open for him as he shoves his face deeper into your pussy, sucking hard at your clit. Your muscles twitch under his ministrations, eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum,” you gasp, one hand squeezing his hair tight enough to make him growl, the other squeezing the pillow next to you.

“Cum then,” he mutters between fucking his tongue into your hole. You gasp at the feeling. You tremble at the way he skillfully prods your entrance, looking up at you, sides of his lips curved in a smirk and glistening from your slick. “Love when you cum on my tongue. Make the prettiest fucking noises and you taste so good.”

“Shit.”

And then he does the thing he knows would drive you insane – he leans up a bit, gathers his saliva, and spits directly on your pussy as he sticks two fingers inside of you, massaging that soft spot inside of you.

For a moment, you think you see God. Everything in you squeezes – your eyes, your legs, your lungs, your soul. For a moment, you can’t breathe and all you can hear is your distant scream as you cum, and your vision goes white.

Yoongi slows his fingers, stroking you through your orgasm and kissing your thighs. You’re vaguely aware that he’s speaking to you. Fuck I love when you do that. Squeezing my fucking fingers. Just like that baby, so fucking hot.

When you’re finally able to breathe again, you look down to see Yoongi looking up at you, smirking, mouth covered in your cum. His eyes are dark, hungry. Your legs feel like jello and your heart races in your chest, a wild drum that you can’t slow down.

You already know what he wants when he asks, “Another?”

“Mmm wan’ suck you off.”

“Hmmm … after one more. You can cum on my tongue again for me, yeah?

You’re busy making dinner when Yoongi comes home from a day of finishing off his editing for his album. He slips behind you and gives you a hug from behind as you stir dinner. You grin as he gives you a kiss on the side of your neck.

“Hello,” you greet gently, turning to meet his lips for a quick peck. He’s soft around the edges today, finally relaxed now that he’s done with the hard part of his album. “You’re back early.”

“Went smooth.” He drops his stuff on the island and walks over to where music is pumping out from your phone. He disconnects you from the Bluetooth speakers and connects his. “I have a new song for you to hear- it’s track 11 on the album.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmm.” He grunts, finding it and playing. It starts with a nice beat, something lowkey and kind of sexy. But then you hear it, making you spin quickly, ladle in hand, to see him all out laughing.

“EEEEK!” You scream, barely able to hear the sound of you moaning layered on top of other adlibs and sounds. You know that most people may not be able to hear it, but you sure can. “YOU ACTUALLY USED IT?”

“Your voice is fit for music, baby.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“Shhh … this will be your favorite part.” There’s a pause as the beat switches, but not without an audible sound of spitting.

In an instant, you become hot and bothered. Yoongi grins at you knowingly, walking into the kitchen and flicking the burner off as he looks down at you. “Can dinner wait, baby?”

“Yes. It absolutely can wait.”

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greatnorthernlibrary · 2 years

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day 21 ♡ changbin

⇢ pairing: changbin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 3.4k ⇢ genre: smut, established relationship!au ⇢ kinks: size difference, drooling, lingerie, elements of dom/sub ⇢ summary: you surprise your boyfriend with some new lingerie ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; mentions of working out and calories, oral sex (f. receiving), (minimal) cock stepping (no pain), light choking, use of ‘slut’, unprotected sex ⇢ day 20 ♡ day 22 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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Changbin doesn't think about his physical appearance as much as people around him think. All the working out he does is therapeutic in a sense—he does it to feel better. It's almost as if he's addicted to the feeling of a good workout, of the exhaustion that follows, of the tight feeling in his muscles right after, of the dull ache the next morning. Plus, he feels he can treat himself to some good food if he burns all those extra calories at the gym.

So, contrary to popular belief, Changbin doesn't really care whether he's taller or shorter than the person he's dating. Does he have to be bigger than them? It's all aesthetics, and that is not why he dates people. Changbin doesn't put an emphasis on weight or height or any other aspect of physical appearance.

But, you do, though not in a negative sense. It was an encounter at the gym, that's all. Late night, only a couple of people around, you asking him for help… Cliché, quite frankly. The fact that he managed to charm you enough for you to give him your number was surprising considering Changbin was an hour and a half into his workout session, clothes so wet they were sticking to his body, sweat dripping down his face, chest, and back. Still, even though he was aware he didn’t look good, he felt like this was the only chance he had to ask you out.

A coffee date lead to a dinner date which lead to a couple of more sweet dates until he got to take you home. He's been taking you home—or going to yours—for quite a while now, enough to be able to call you his girlfriend, enough to be aware he has feelings for you, enough to be sure you feel the same way.

Even though Changbin doesn't care about size, you do. Tonight, he's learning just how much—you've seated him on the sofa and walked out of your room wearing nothing but a skimpy lace underwear set, similar to the one he pointed out in a magazine recently. “Got hard just thinking about you wearing that,” he told you that day, hoping you wouldn’t mind him being that straightforward.

“Got hard seeing me wearing it?” you're asking now as you straddle his thighs and put his hands on your hips, letting him play with the hem of the underwear.

“Touch and see,” Changbin coos, pulling the band of the panties away from your body and then letting it snap against your skin.

You do touch, sneaking your hand down his chest and stomach to his crotch, humming contently when you find him hard and ready for you. “So big.”

It's those words that always get him going, even if Changbin doesn't feel especially big in any regard, let alone height and dick size. But, you always compliment him that way, make a point out of stressing just how big and strong and buff he is, so he just plays along with it. It's clearly something that gets you going, so why not give you what you want?

“All yours, baby,” Changbin tells you, hands perched on your hips. How the fuck did he get this lucky? He could stare at you for hours on end, just admiring how gorgeous you are. The same goes for every inch of your body.

“Mhm, I'm so lucky,” you hum, kissing him and nudging his nose with yours while you play with his dick over his pants. Even if the friction you cause is minimal, Changbin enjoys every second of it.

“I'm the lucky one. Wearing this for me?” His hands slide to your back and then down to cup your ass, fingers touching the lace, trailing the patterns. Changbin is not sure why touching lingerie turns him on as much as it does, so he’s thankful that you’re letting him do that without questioning it too much.

You smack his hands away, and his cock twitches. “Who said you can touch?”

His cock twitches in his pants at the way you’re treating him, at this idea of you controlling what happens here, what he gets to do. It makes Changbin chuckle quietly. “And how are you gonna stop me?”

You quickly get up from his lap, so he winces at the loss of contact with your warm body. “Babe, I'm kidding,” he says, reaching out for you but not placing his hands on you, having learned his lesson. Tonight, you want to call the shots and he needs to wait for your instructions. “Come back.”

“Will you behave?”

He places his hand over his heart and nods. “I'll do whatever you say.”

“Good,” you hum and place one knee next to his thigh, straddling him again. This time, you're on your knees, back straight, hands on his shoulders as you look down at your boyfriend. Changbin thinks you've never looked prettier than you do now—there's just something about the way you happily smirk as if you're looking forward to this as much as he is.

“This is cruel, you know,” Changbin says, giving you a pleading look before he checks out your lace-covered body. He then looks at his hands which are holding onto his thighs to stop himself from touching you. “You look like that and I can't even touch. It’s torture.”

“Patience, baby,” you hum and peck his forehead. Your fingers move down his chest to grab the hem of his shirt and you start pulling it up, so Changbin lifts his hands and helps you get it off of him. “I want to enjoy this.”

“What, torturing me?”

“No,” you say with a giggle. “Watching a big strong guy like you just sit there and let me do what I want with him.”

“Oh, so that's what you're into?” Changbin tongues his cheek, looking up at you with a smirk on his face. Interesting. You two have a lot of sex but you still don't know everything about each other. Hearing even just a tiny detail is enough for him to want to help you live out your fantasy.

You ruffle his hair and then grip it tight, pulling his head back, which makes him moan loudly. Changbin wasn't expecting you to do that, to get rough with him, but he’s enjoying this change. You like it when he grabs your hair while he's inside of you, but this is new territory. He doesn't fight against your grip but lets his head fall back, neck exposed to you. “I'm into you.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out, fighting the urge to grab you and kiss you, let his hands roam your body.

“Yeah,” you say as your other hand slowly moves from his shoulder, over his pectoral muscle, to his stomach. Then, it slides up to his shoulder and down his arm, squeezing his bicep on the way up. It’s like you’re exploring every nook and cranny of his torso, wanting to feel every inch of him. “You're so hard all over, baby. It turns me on, especially when you're this good.”

Changbin hums, interested in seeing where this will go. What do you want to do with him tonight? “I'm always good.”

You chuckle and continue groping him with one hand, squeezing every part of his upper body your hand can reach while your other hand keeps its grip on his curls, tugging at the roots. “You're the best, baby.”

“Don't I deserve a reward?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you pinch his nipple. They're not that sensitive, but the way you touched this one so roughly sends a shiver down his spine. “Already?”

“I'm so hard,” he whines, looking down at his crotch. The cute pout on his face is too much for you. Maybe you just aren't built for this type of thing, not with Changbin, not when he's not afraid to beg for your touch. “Please, baby… I'm suffering over here. You can't wear that and expect me not to lose it.”

You laugh and slowly get up on your feet, using his shoulders for support. To be fair, you're just using that as an excuse to touch him, test his strength, and feel his muscles tense under your touch. There's something hot about standing on the sofa and looking down at your boyfriend who's not sure where to look—his eyes wander around your body, stopping at your lace-covered crotch, chest, and face, unable to decide what to focus on.

“Fuck,” Changbin says with a big gulp, face to face with your clothed crotch. “Can I taste?”

You didn't get up for that—you were just trying to move away from his lap so Changbin could take his pants off, but now that you're here and he's mentioned it…

“Over the panties, though,” you say sternly, but gasp and giggle the second his big hands grab your hips and pull them forward so his needy mouth can meet the front of your panties, tongue immediately sneaking out to lick your clit over the material. Even that feels divine—warm and wet, delightful. “Someone's eager.”

“Are you kidding me?” Changbin scoffs and looks up at you, eyes glassy, a smirk on his face. “You can't wave your pussy in front of me and expect me not to want to eat it.”

While he's talking, his hands grope and squeeze your ass, play with the hem of the lace panties like he’s a kid finally touching his brand new toy.

“Then eat.”

He does, but only for a minute or so because you don't want to melt away just yet—you've only just begun. Tonight is all about playing with him, and not just getting him to eat you out. While his mouth is still on you, albeit over your panties, you grab his hair and tug at it, making Changbin look up at your face. “Get out of your pants.”

You hiss the order out so sternly Changbin gulps and unzips his jeans while still teasing you with his tongue. You’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen—just standing there with a smirk on your face as he acts like a desperate horny freak for you. The tone you’re using with him is also arousing. You never talk to him that way, yet it suits you and feels awfully familiar. You want him to be naked? Changbin will.

“You are hard,” you conclude with a giggle, like you’re mocking him, and that gets his cock to twitch. What the fuck are you doing to him?

The sounds he makes are ungodly, but Changbin isn’t even embarrassed about it. He shimmies out of his pants and tugs at his dick while his flattened tongue rubs your clit. You’re wearing black nylons that are clipped to your garter belt and Changbin wants you to leave those on while he fucks you stupid, if he even gets to do that tonight. After all, you’re acting wildly different, but he’s not about to complain or ask you to change a thing—he wants you to do whatever you want and have your fun. God knows what your plans are, and that’s half the fun.

“I told you!” Changbin smirks, hoping you'll finally touch him or let him touch you for real now that you see how painfully hard he is for you.

But, you chuckle and place your foot on the very top of his thigh, so close to his cock, and put some weight on that leg, making him groan. He’s never had anyone act this way around him. The experience is completely new and all the blood from his brain rushes to his cock. “Fuck, babe—” The pressure on his thigh increases.

“Cat got your tongue?” You giggle and gently move your foot until it’s touching the base of his cock. Then, you push against it, putting some weight onto the pad of your foot again, and the pleasure you cause is immense. Changbin’s never felt anything like this before. It doesn’t even hurt—all he feels is the nylon pressing against his hot member.

“Such a big guy… Letting me step on you like this,” you hiss mockingly.

He gulps and looks down, unable to stare at your face when your foot is right there on his dick, the nylon preventing skin contact. No one’s ever done anything like this to him and it’s not something Changbin has fantasized about, but now that he’s here, doing this with you, he’s starting to get the appeal of it. It does feel good to just let go and let you play with him while he sits there motionless, even though he could easily overpower you. He’s never had another person tower over him like this, have him under their control, play with him however they want to.

With a chuckle, you tell him, “You’re drooling a little.”

Changbin reaches up and wipes his lips with the back of his hand, realizing you’re right—he is drooling, but it’s hard not to. He’s just had his mouth on you and was able to taste you even through the skimpy lace. You’re stepping on his cock while wearing the hottest lingerie ever, for fuck’s sake, of course he’s drooling. It’s a wonder he hasn’t come all over himself already. Changbin could bet you’d love that. “Sorry.”

You sit down on his lap again, grinning when you feel his cock twitch upwards and land on his stomach with a loud, wet thud. Changbin can't even be embarrassed about his body reacting this way—you're way too fucking hot for that. “What are you sorry for?”

There’s a slight pout on your pretty face as you stare at him and it’s almost endearing. “Drooling over you.”

Your hand grabs the hair at the back of Changbin’s head and tugs as a low chuckle escapes you. “Nothing to be sorry for.” You chuckle and run your thumb along his lip while releasing the grip on his hair. When he opens his mouth to speak, you sneak your thumb into his mouth. Without giving it a second thought, he wraps his lips around the finger.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, and it makes him shiver—you sound so weak. Changbin bets you're already wet. This is clearly what you’ve been wishing for, and it’s a pleasure to watch you finally get it. “You look so pretty like this.”

He smirks again and starts sucking on your thumb, which makes you grunt and your surprised expression turns into a satisfied one. “Slut.”

Why does his cock twitch at this, why does he clench and feel the need to put his dick in you instantly? Changbin can’t figure it out, but he giggles and teases your thumb with the tip of his tongue, making you groan again. When you pull out your finger, he pretends to whine. “Already?”

Your fingers travel down his arms up to his face and then back down again. On their way up, they wrap around his neck, both hands gripping it loosely. “Fuck, babe—”

“Good?” you hum and apply more pressure, which makes Changbin let out a choked groan. He’s usually the one who does this to you, and the change in dynamics makes his cock swell up even more. At this point, it feels like his balls are about to explode. “You'd really let me do anything.”

“Mhm,” he hums, strain in his voice, so you let go of his heck and take his hand, bringing his finger up to his mouth. “Suck.” Obediently, Changbin does as asked. When the finger is coated in his saliva, you grin. “Now finger me.”

Changbin wastes no time in pulling your panties to the side and inserting the finger into you all the way. He doesn't expect you to shove a finger in his mouth, mimicking his movements. “I'll do to you whatever you do to me,” you whisper. “Use that finger to make me come.”

Changbin nods and slides in another finger, starting to fuck you with the two, so you do the same to his mouth.

“Can't believe you're letting me do this,” you say with a giggle and push your fingers further down his tongue, touching his uvula, which makes Changbin choke, eyes watering instantly. But, he doesn’t move away or even stop touching you—he’s definitely making the most of this tonight. “Ah, fuck… You’re fingering me so hard today.”

He is because he is so excited about this. Changbin needs to make you come as soon as possible, he wants you to cry out his name, wants to hear you enjoy it as much as he is. Instead of applying pressure to your clit like he usually would, he starts pumping his fingers into you quickly. He knows you like this too—sometimes, you prefer the slow finger strokes while his mouth or thumb plays with your clit. However, sometimes you like it hard and fast. “Is it because you like this as much as I do?”

He can’t respond to you because you’re fucking his mouth with your fingers, clearly enjoying the way he drools all over them, the way spit slips out of his mouth and down his chin. There’s so much of it that it ends up on his chest, which makes you laugh evilly, and Changbin finds you adorable. “Aw, baby, you like me using your mouth this much?”

Changbin hums and nods, expecting you to make some more fun of him, but the motions of his fingers seem to be too overwhelming—you’re just grunting and hissing. For a while, that’s all you do, and he just marvels at the sight of you falling apart on top of him.

“You know what I like?” You grunt, fingers digging into his forearm like you’re too afraid you’ll fall down if you don’t hold onto his body.

“Love holding your forearm while you finger me,” you mutter the words, sounding like you’re in pain when you’re actually just falling apart because of him. You lean in and take a long lick from his chin to his lips, picking up the drool that’s dripped down, and Changbin’s cock leaks precum at the feeling—you’re so fucking dirty tonight, all for him. “You're so big and strong and can look so threatening and tough but when you're fingering me, you sound so…sweet. Remember last time?”

Of course Changbin remembers the last time his fingers were in you—he remembers every time you two have touched each other, even if there are so many. Every time is better than the previous one, making him fall for you all over again. At this point, there’s so much drool on his chin that he’s sure he looks like you when you’re sucking him off, and that sight is something he absolutely adores. So, Changbin hopes you’re getting as much pleasure from it as he does.

The time you’re mentioning was perfect. He fingered you before he had to run for work, got on top of you, and kissed your neck while his fingers got you off. You did grab his forearm with both hands and held onto it while he fucked you with his fingers. You sounded sweet too, so sweet he could have come in his pants if he wanted to, it was like he was fucking you and you were enjoying every second of it. On top of that, Changbin was very loud. Maybe it seemed that way because it was early morning, so the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own voice, his moans overpowering yours when he realized you were melting away under him. You were both sleepy and in a cuddly mood, but he had to leave.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth and suck on them lasciviously, acting like you haven’t had him in years, so Changbin puts even more effort into getting you off with his fingers. “How could I forget?” he responds, eyes focused on your eyes only, unable to look away when you’re struggling to keep them open, tearing up at the feeling of having his fingers rub against that spot that turns your legs into jelly.

“Right? You sounded so perfect…” You grunt, walls clenching around his fingers. “Towering over me, trapping me under you, and then—fuck, right there—you sounded so sweet, baby… Whining and groaning and moaning just because I enjoyed your fingers. That's what made me come that hard. You.”

Changbin groans again, closing his eyes in order to stop himself from breaking his promise and just grabbing you and holding your body still while he fucks you hard. He needs to hear you moan and beg—needs to. “I’ll whine all night long if that’s what gets you there.”

You chuckle and rest your other hand on his shoulder, letting your fingers dig into the skin of his shoulder, relaxing even more. The game is over—or at least paused for the time being—and you’re letting it all go. So, Changbin focuses on that one spot and jackhammers his fingers into you, enjoying the wet sounds mixed with your moans. Soon enough, he gets to enjoy watching your face contort in pleasure as he sends you over the edge. He’s felt you come around his fingers a million times before, but it’s never felt this sweet.

“And now,” Changbin starts, pulling his fingers in and out gently, enjoying the new coating of your excitement over his fingers, “you’ll sit on me…”

Without protest, you lower your hips and line his cock up with your entrance, sinking onto it fully. It makes him dizzy, this feeling of your tight cunt around him. “You still sound so whiny,” you say with a pout, clearly teasing him about being so weak for you, but Changbin doesn’t care. You’re here, on his cock, riding it slowly while leaning in to kiss him—you can tease all you want.

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#fics #kpop #stray kids #changbin #Dee you cannot keep doing this to me my heart cannot take it #honestly the best thing about kinktober is when you read something and then learn something about yourself 😩#anyway stellar job as usual #you used his POV very well and his internal thoughts were so nicely crafted and emotive

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