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whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 11 months

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💧 Tell me what you want, sweetheart. How many fingers, how fast… 💧

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Jeongin x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Jeongin’s good instincts earn him a masterful lesson in fingering.

✎ CW: Established relationship, partner sharing, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, praise

✎ Word count: 3,936

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“……… y/n……. hello?”

The sound of your name snaps you back into reality, back to the dining room table in the dorm. Eyes shift toward the source of the noise to find Jeongin looking at you quizzically.

“Hellloooo… you there?” he asks, comically waving his big hand in the air.

“Yeah… sorry. Just zoned out,” you reply, but that’s a lie.

You had been aimlessly swirling your chopsticks around your bowl of ramen, trying to ignore the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers traveling farther and farther up your thigh.

Chan had been craving you all day, he said, and he had every intention of having his way with you after dinner. But, apparently, that wasn’t soon enough.

Not long after he prepared two bowls of instant noodles and sat down to eat with you, his hand found your knee under the table. And he didn’t stop.

Not when you playfully brushed it away, not when Jeongin, Han and Changbin joined with their own quick dinners, and not even when you shot him that cautionary look when his thumb began making small circles over your kneecap and you forced your legs closed with all the strength you could muster. He was determined to keep you on edge, and he was doing a damn good job.

But, of course, he was unaffected. Just eating and chatting and laughing with the boys like it’s a normal evening. Like he wasn’t about to slide his long fingers under your shorts just out of view of the others.

And that was working fine for a bit, until everyone had nearly finished their food while yours was barely touched. Until one sharp inhale made it clear to at least one person that not everything was as it seemed.

“I said…. How was your day?” Jeongin repeats.

All eyes are on you now, and they seem to have varying degrees of understanding. Jeongin looks concerned, Changbin confused, and Han relatively clueless. And then there’s Chan and his big, brown eyes, gazing at you with a mix of encouragement and adoration.

“Oh, it was fine,” you answer in the calmest voice you can muster. “Work’s been busy, had a couple of long day-”

Your thought is cut short when Chan rotates his wrist and forces his fingers between your tightly closed thighs. His pinky extends to press against your underwear, and you can’t help but squirm in your seat.

“Uh, ahem. Sorry,” you restart, trying to recover with a fake cough and throat clear. “Just some long days at work. That’s all. Thank you for asking, Innie.”

The sweet smile you send his way seems to do nothing to lessen his concern. If anything, it just makes him more suspicious. Changbin and Han seem satisfied, though, and change the topic back to Hyunjin’s mistake during dance practice.

Chan’s hand travels higher and higher until he’s practically cupping you in his fingers. He rolls them from top to bottom, putting pressure on as much of you as he can from this angle. Then he adjusts again, sliding his pinky under the damp fabric, and you can’t take it another fucking second.

“Hey, I’m not feeling well,” you announce to the table. “I think I’m gonna go lie down.”

Chan’s hand returns to his lap and you stand up and turn on your heels before anyone can ask what’s wrong. You just make a beeline for your boyfriend’s bedroom, sent off by a chorus of “feel better!” and “sleep well!”

You plop down on the plush comforter and stare at the ceiling, trying to imagine what you’re in for tonight and telepathically tell him to hurry the fuck up. And it works, because his frame fills the doorway less than a minute later.

“Not feeling well, my angel?” he teases. “Is there anything I can do to make you better?”

“Shut up,” you shoot back playfully.

A sly smile spreads across his lips as Chan closes the door behind him and dims the lights before heading to the foot of the bed.

“You did so well out there, baby, staying quiet for me,” he praises. “Would you like your reward?”

He places his knees on either side of your legs and crawls onto the bed until he’s hovering above you. All you can do is sit and stare in awe of his big shoulders, his tense expression, his fiery eyes staring down at you.

The corners of his full lips pull into a smirk, and he lowers himself to your neck, gently kissing and sucking and biting the skin there.

“Mmmmm,” you moan, moving a hand to the back of his head to run the dark strands through your fingers.

“Do that again,” he mumbles against your skin. “Moan for me.”

One of his hands finds yours, interlacing your fingers and pressing into the bed, while the other slips under your shirt and grips you over your bra.

“Ohhh, hmmm,” you groan, melting into the bed at his touch.

He sighs and plants a final kiss on your neck before turning his attention to your lips. He closes your bottom lip between his plump, pink ones and holds it there for a few seconds, but it feels more like an eternity. You could stay like this forever, just surrounded by him. But a knock at the door cuts eternity short.

“Hey, y/n, Chan… everything ok?” Jeongin’s voice sounds from the hallway.

“Yeah, thank you for checking, Innie!” you yell back and wait to see if that’ll be enough to end his curiosity.

“No, something isn’t right… I can feel it. Can I come in?” he asks.

Chan sighs and looks back to you. An annoyed expression and a slight nod send him to the door knowing that this interruption is his fault and his alone.

“Hey, she’s ok I promise,” Chan says, standing in the doorway to block Jeongin’s entry but not hide the view of you on the bed. “Her stomach is just upset, that’s all.”

You push up on your elbows and smile at him, and he smiles back. But it doesn’t reach his dark eyes. He glances back and forth between you and Chan a few times before he speaks again.

“You two are up to something. What did you do, Chan?” he asks, squaring up to his hyung the best he can. The tense look on his face and broadening of his shoulders is enough to send you both into a laughing fit, and then there’s no choice left but to tell him the truth.

“Are you serious? That’s what that was?!” he exclaims. “I thought something was wrong. Jesus.”

He pauses for a second and can’t help but glance at the both of you, at Chan’s hand, at your thighs.

“You… you really did that with your fingers?” Jeongin whispers to Chan.

Your beautiful boyfriend throws his head back and laughs, squeezing his eyes shut tight. Truth be told, he could do that to you by simply existing, but his fingers… there’s something magical about them.

“Wow…” Innie mumbles. “You’ll have to teach me that sometime.”

“How about now?” Chan asks, glancing back at you for approval.

You smirk and nod in response. He knows you love a captivated — consenting — audience.

A rosy color spreads across the maknae’s cheeks, and he instinctively pulls his sweatshirt’s collar up to his nose in an attempt to hide.

“No, I couldn’t. That’s… this… no…” he declares, but he can’t keep his eyes away from your lower body for more than a few seconds, and an occasional twitch in his sweatpants makes it clear he’s not entirely opposed to the idea.

“Come here, I’ll show you,” Chan says, grabbing Innie by the arm and pulling him over to the bed. “You don’t have to touch if you want. Just watch what I do.”

Chan plops down comfortably on the edge between your legs, and Jeongin awkwardly sits on the corner of the mattress.

“It’s mostly about pressure, yeah? Depending on where you are, do you want to massage…” Chan explains, wrapping his fingers around and gently rubbing your ankle. “…or do you want to tease…”

He loosens his grip and drags his fingertips up your shin, to your knee, and back down, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he goes. You thrust upward just a little, yearning for that same touch between your legs.

Chan smiles as you squirm, enjoying his teacher role already. Jeongin’s watching his hyung’s fingertips with intensity, and next thing you know, he’s testing his skills on your other leg.

“Like this?” Innie asks, placing both hands on your sock-clad foot and using his thumbs to massage the base through the cotton. Fingertips drag to your ankle and hook around the sock’s cuff, rolling it down and over your toes and off.

He applies pressure to different spots on the base of your foot, watching your face to see how it feels. Once he passes your heel, he puts his palms to work, too, dragging his big hands up and down the sides of your calf.

“Yeah, nice,” Chan says, smiling approvingly before turning his attention back to you. “You like that, baby?”

“Hmmm….”

It would be hard to not enjoy four hands caressing your legs, but something about Jeongin’s fingers elevates the feeling. Like his big hands could do so much damage, but instead, they’re caressing you gently. And all you can think about is how he could wreck you in so many ways…

You snap back to reality as your boyfriend lifts the hem of your T-shirt to slide his hand up and rub your stomach. Even with everything else going on, his eyes are glued to yours, and that sweet smile is still aimed at you.

“Good so far, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you reply softly between sharp breaths. “You ok?”

“Of course, as long as you’re happy,” Chan replies, then turns to Innie. “Ready for the next step?”

Jeongin doesn’t answer immediately. Honestly, he probably didn’t even hear Chan. He’s staring at your legs so intensely, almost in wonder.

“Oi, Jeongin,” Chan repeats, snapping the fingers of his free hand.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, yeah,” the younger boy answers, shaking his head softly. “What do I do?”

“Go higher,” Chan says matter-of-factly, like this really is just a lesson and you’re the study participant — and Jeongin is his most eager student.

The maknae immediately wraps a hand around your inner thigh, down toward your knee. At Chan’s instruction — an encouraging nod is all he needs — Innie slides his warm hand up and up. Slowly, gently.

The unfamiliar touch has you instinctively pulling your legs closed, but Chan’s comforting touch on your stomach keeps you relaxed. His palm is pressed flat, and his fingers make small circles on your soft skin. His other hand replicates Jeongin’s path and gently squeezes the flesh of your inner thigh.

“Hmm.”

A deep hum vibrates from Innie’s throat, and his hungry eyes are trained on the wet spot on your shorts.

You’ve always wondered if other people can smell your arousal. Chan jokes that he can — “It’s the wolf in me, what can I say?” — but he’s generally full of shit. Regardless of whether or not he can smell it, Jeongin can certainly see it. And the way he’s licking his lips has you convinced he wants to taste it, too.

“Go ahead, Innie,” you say reassuringly. “Touch me, it’s ok.”

And then he does. His fingers slide under your shorts and roughly press into your panties. His sudden movements startle all three of you, and Jeongin’s face burns bright red in embarrassment and he pulls his fingers back into his lap.

“A little too quick,” Chan explains. “Something like that is fine if you’re going hot and heavy, yeah? But for something like this…”

Your boyfriend’s hand presses into your thigh and inches up until his fingertips reach the fabric of your shorts. He runs the damp material between his fingers and lightly bites his lip before speaking again.

“… you want to go slowly. Gentle and loving. Maybe a little teasing,” he says with a wink. “That’s what she likes, anyway. Don’t you baby?”

“I just tolerate it because he enjoys being an ass,” you say to Jeongin, who’s still sitting there with his fingers pressed into his thighs.

“Naur, you love it,” Chan teases back. “You love when I play with you.”

He slides your shorts to the side, just like he did earlier tonight. His thumb slowly runs up and down your folds through your underwear while his other hand resumes its circles on your stomach.

“You love when I do this for you,” he continues. “And I love doing it…”

His thumb presses into you deeper through the soaked cotton. Once the fabric can’t stretch anymore, he pulls back out and feels for your clit. He finds the spot and applies just enough pressure to make you squirm.

“That’s my girl,” Chan hums.

His gaze hasn’t left your face. It’s like he forgot someone else is there at all. Like it’s only you two on the bed, business as usual.

Your boyfriend hooks his thumb under your panties and moves them to the side to touch you. He runs his thumb down the length of your opening, parting your lips to feel inside of you where he can.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Chan whispers. “How many fingers, how fast.”

The hand on your stomach moves to your cheek and caresses it softly. He shifts his weight on the bed so his face can follow, too. Chan sweetly kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips.

“You have me in the palm of your hand, baby. I’ll do whatever you say.”

He breathes into your mouth, his lips only inches from yours when he speaks. You’d love to answer him, but your brain’s all fuzzy and your tongue wants to taste his teeth.

Hands go to his neck to keep him close while your lips press into his. He somehow knows exactly what you want — he always does — and parts his lips for you. Your tongue runs along the backside of his teeth, then the front, before you close his top lip between your teeth. His tongue joins yours then, and you spend what feels like forever just savoring each other and pouring every ounce of affection into each kiss.

Eventually, he pulls away with a smile spread across his swollen lips. He beams down at you, then turns to Jeongin.

“So, like I said…” he starts. “For something like this, you want to be soft, romantic. Listen to your partner’s body, and do what they like.”

Chan resumes his vertical strokes between your legs and faces you again.

“Most of it is about the buildup, right honey? I haven’t even stuck a finger in you yet.”

“He’s right,” you answer. “He always says such pretty words, sometimes I finish before we even get started.”

Chan smiles wide at your compliment.

“So, we’ve covered foreplay. Now, let’s get to fingering,” Chan says, slipping right back into his insightful teacher role. He lightly tugs on your shorts and continues: “Baby, do you mind?”

“Nope, go ahead.”

“Ok, lift up for me.”

He gently slides your shorts and underwear down your legs and tosses them to the floor. One hand gently rests on your upper thigh while the other settles on your lower abdomen.

“Before you do anything else here, you want to make sure she’s wet enough,” Chan explains. “If you did the first part right, you should be fine, but it’s important to check before doing anything too quickly or roughly.”

Your boyfriend positions a finger at your entrance and looks at you.

“Ready?”

“Mhm,” you reply softly.

One long, bony finger gently slides inside of you and traces circles around your walls.

“This isn’t a great example because she gets really wet — you saw her shorts,” Chan says with a soft chuckle. “But this is a good way to check and see what she’s ready for. Here, you try.”

Chan removes his finger and gestures for Jeongin to use his instead.

“You sure?” he asks nervously. “I don’t wanna…”

“You won’t fuck it up. You didn’t fuck it up last time either,” you speak softly. “How else are you gonna learn, Innie?”

“Ok…”

He speaks hesitantly, but his finger is inside you within seconds. His are even longer than Chan’s and how deep he can reach with minimum effort comes as a surprise, but a good one this time.

You inhale deeply and close your eyes as Jeongin starts to move that finger in and out slowly.

“Good, now go in a circle. That’ll help you gauge how much more you can stretch her right now,” Chan instructs.

Innie does as he’s told and a smirk spreads across his lips.

“I think she’s ready for another,” he says.

“Go ahead then,” Chan urges.

Another long finger slides inside you, and he keeps them pressed together as he moves in and out. A minute or two passes with the same motion, and Chan must see the blank expression on your face, so he offers to help.

“So, now it’s about the technique,” he says, placing a hand on Jeongin’s wrist. “You want to rotate your hand and use your fingers to reach the good spots.”

“The good spots?” Jeongin asks.

“That varies by person, unfortunately,” Chan answers. “Just have to mess around and practice on your partner ‘til you figure out their weaknesses. For example…”

Chan tightens his grip on Innie’s wrist and pulls his hand back a little.

“Bend your fingers,” he instructs.

The younger boy’s fingers are so long, he can’t help but stretch your walls apart when he bends them inside you.

“Ok, now keep them like that…”

Chan slowly directs Jeongin’s fingers forward and back, keeping an eye on your face to determine when he — or Innie, more like — is close. And when you take a soft, sharp breath in, he knows he’s got you.

“And now we add a little rotation…”

He pushes and pulls and twists Innie’s wrist like he’s playing the world’s most gentle round of Bop It.

“Oh…”

That one breathy word brings a huge smile to your boyfriend’s face.

“There, you got it,” he says to Innie, continuing to work his friend’s wrist to make you moan and sigh.

“And when you get more acquainted with their… uh… anatomy, you can target it more,” Chan continues. “May I…?”

He releases his hold on Innie’s wrist and patiently waits his turn. Jeongin slides his fingers out and sits them in his lap delicately, like he’s not sure what to do with them now that they’re covered in you. But you’re not too worried about that, because Chan’s fingers are back inside you now, and he’s rubbing and applying perfect pressure to that spot…

“Oh fuck…” you moan a little louder this time, and he just continues with a determined look on his face.

“I can get her to finish like this, or I could toss in some other techniques…” Chan muses, then pushes down gently on the stubbled skin above your pubic bone. “This increases pressure inside, making her feel more… full, I guess? Is that right, baby?”

“Ahuh, sure,” you answer quickly between sharp breaths.

Your eyes are mostly closed, but you can still see Chan’s confident smirk and watch Innie slowly slide his wet fingers into his mouth when he thinks you’re not looking. Something to tease him for later.

“And, of course,” Chan says, “don’t forget about her clit.”

He adds a third finger and rotates his hand so his palm is at an angle. He places his thumb on your most sensitive area and adjusts so he can press on the little nub directly.

“If you want to keep pressure here, you can’t pull out as far,” he explains. “That’s when you really focus on massaging her g-spot so you can keep your hand steady on her clit.”

He demonstrates with the same level of determination he showed earlier, even biting his lip this time. Jeongin is absolutely entranced next to him.

“And if you’re ready for the grand finale, and you’re comfortable with it, a little dirty talk never hurt anyone…” Chan trails off as he lowers his head down to yours once again, lips pressing softly against the edge of your ear.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he whispers so only you can hear and increases the pace of his little circles and thrusts.

Your simple “y-yes” is barely audible and sandwiched between moans.

“I love your little sounds. You make the most beautiful noises for me, baby,” he hums as he gently bites your earlobe. “I can’t wait to make you scream later.”

“Chan… I…” you barely manage to utter and open your eyes to signal to your boyfriend that you’re almost there.

And just past him, looking entirely enthralled, sits Jeongin. His hand is gently rubbing your calf again, but you see it before you feel it. It’s like every nerve in your body relocated to between your thighs, and they’re all ticking time bombs.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl for me, baby,” Chan praises as he continues his work and uses his free hand to stroke your hair. “Come for me.”

And you do. Gently, but loudly. Your body manages to remain still for the most part, but your chest rises and falls erratically while your moans and sighs fight for release against your lungs that desperately need oxygen.

You grip a handful of Chan’s hair and pull, and he just giggles and lets you guide his head to your chest. He listens to your heart pound with a sweet smile on his face as you ride this out.

The high doesn’t last too long, and aside from a tiny ringing in your ears, you’re back to normal in under 30 seconds. You open your eyes again to see the two of them staring down at you before Chan turns his attention to Jeongin.

“So, there you have it. Any questions?”

The younger boy looks like he’s doing math in his pretty head as he speaks: “… no, not right now.”

You can’t help but laugh at his bewilderment. It’s like he just saw a magic trick.

“Well, if you don’t mind then,” Chan says, facing you again. “I’m about to start my masterclass, so…”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Jeongin answers, snapping out of the trance and standing up from the edge of the bed. “Thank you, thank you both.”

He turns and heads for the door as your boyfriend leans down to kiss your lips and pull the comforter up over you. The two of them meet where the bedroom becomes the hallway and Chan opens the door.

“Let me know if you have any questions after you… practice,” he says with an exaggerated wink.

“Oh, I will,” Innie replies and steps into the hallway. As he heads back to the common space, Chan swears he hears him mumble, “Seungmin’s gonna lose his mind…”

Your boyfriend slowly closes and locks the bedroom door and pads back toward the bed.

“I think our little lesson is about to become big news,” Chan says as he slides into bed next to you.

“Honestly, that’s fine,” you answer sweetly. “I’m sure whoever they sleep with will thank us later.”

Chan shifts to lie on his side and wraps an arm around your waist. He smiles widely at you, displaying those gorgeous dimples.

“Guess we should practice our material for the next class then, yeah?” he whispers as he slides his hand down once again.

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ipegchangbin · 5 months

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— heavy lifting

sub!gym buddy!changbin x dom!personal trainer!reader | 8.1k words

♡ … sequel to uplifting After Changbin’s gotten too comfortable around the gym, you needed to remind him of his place. You’re his significant other, sure, but you’re still his personal trainer — and his training is only getting even more personal.

❥ gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics). smut. fluff. established relationship. pure porn, no plot. ❥ bratty perv changbin. petnames “baby,” “coach,” “rat,” and “bun”/“bunny,” semi-public unprotected sex, anal creampie (reader receiving), fingering (changbin receiving), strength kink (headlock), no specifics about y/n’s physique—but y/n is strong.

📝 happy new year bitch!!! i finally fucking finished The self-indulgent fic!!! header art by ME! otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

You and your client — now boyfriend — Changbin were getting ready to go to the gym. Staring at your bathroom mirror together, he flexed his arms as he hugged you close to his body.

One look at the man and you can tell he’s changed.

He’s far from the man you met a year ago, the boy with a thick build that shyly signed you up as his personal trainer. He used to close his big body into itself every time he wasn’t trying to impress you. Shy as he was with you, his crush, Changbin was also confident whenever he had the opportunity to try and make you swoon.

Now that he got you in his arms, you all his and him all yours, he’s a lot more toned now and a lot more open.

You got very clear glimpses of his personality at the gym, but dating him officially was like opening a gate and welcoming yourself into his colorful world. It didn’t take too long to find out that he works as a lifestyle journalist, but it took many months more to find out that his side gig is working as a talent manager for some small-time DJ named CB or something. Whoever that guy is, your boyfriend claims that he’s just as shy as your coworker Chris, hence why he doesn’t show up often.

Changbin opened up more of his life to you just as you gave lots of your life to him. Every date extended from the gym to the cafe next to it, from fancy restaurants in each of your hometowns to humble home-cooked dinners at either his or your apartments. He stutters less and he’s more giggly around you, while you’re definitely not your usual strict self when it comes to cuddles in his bed.

You two allowed your lives to meld into each other and bond, mix in, and create one shared universe that you can both breathe in. He loved you and you loved him and that never seems to end anywhere.

But it all starts at the gym, you figured, and it always goes back there; he hasn’t signed out of being your client and technically still pays you to help him work out.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile on his face. “Wait first, please? I’m not ready to go to the gym yet.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and struggled to look back as his arms engulfed you. “First time I’ve ever heard that from you. Why?”

Changbin is always more than eager to go to the gym, so the request set you back. He giggled and you could feel his chest pump against your back. He smiled at your figure in the mirror.

“What are you plotting?” You squinted your eyes back at his reflection. Changbin smiled dumbly in response.

You almost asked again until he leaned down to kiss your cheek from the side. It wasn’t a peck at all, his lips solidly planted on the apple of your cheek for a bit longer than two seconds, and it ended with an audible smooch at the pucker of his lips.

“Heh. I love you, bun.”

The smile on his face returned bigger and brighter. His cheeks heated up and his ears turned incredibly red at his own actions even if he was supposed to leave you melting; well, you were, definitely relaxing in the hold of his biceps at the simple display of affection.

But you’re stronger than him, at least emotionally, and he knows that.

“That was it?” You faked dissatisfaction in your tone and it turned him back into the shy guy you met a year ago. “Gonna delay your gym appointment for just a little kiss?”

His eyes didn’t leave your figure in your bathroom mirror. Changbin’s body heated up and you could feel every bit of him collapse slightly as he stared at your face.

To him, you’re still as handsome and as pretty as the time he met you, if not significantly more beautiful now than ever. Even when you were intimidating.

“I don’t think my coach minds if I’m late,” he attempted a smirk.

Changbin grabbed your wrists with a swiftness and held them against your back. Holding them with two hands, he made sure that you were unable to separate your arms, teasing you with one of his strength displays.

“Coach probably wouldn’t mind, especially when they’re late too.”

He wasn’t just planning on locking your hands there. He was feeling bold and you could feel it in the strong hold of his hands against yours.

But you’re physically stronger than he is.

You raised your arms and his hands together over your head, catching Changbin off-guard, twisting your wrists and your body so that you finally faced him. With his hands in the air, you grabbed him by his wrists this time, holding your shocked boyfriend’s hands together and slamming his frozen body against the wall.

You had his hands over his head, locking him in a far more vulnerable position. A blush ran through the apples of his cheeks and painted his ears red. He looked most delicious with his eyes wide open, mouth hung ajar, and pretty little head racing endlessly with thoughts.

“And what makes you think your coach would excuse this unnecessary tardiness?” You asked him with an ear-to-ear grin and half-lidded eyes.

“I’m not saying they’d…allow it…” Changbin bit his bottom lip for a second to ease his stammering. “I’m saying I don’t mind the punishment.”

You chuckled at his weak response. “Where’d you get this boldness?”

“From you, bun.”

You leaned in impossibly closer to his face, tightening the grip on his wrists. Your thumbs massaged the peaks of his palms as your gaze drilled into Changbin for making moves that you never thought he’d do. The man felt so much smaller under you, his biceps clenching suddenly at the tense atmosphere that he initiated.

You stepped away, releasing his hands, and softly smiled. “Binnie, you owe me a hearty dinner tonight.”

Changbin blinked. “Is that my punishment?”

“Yes and no,” you tapped his bicep and squeezed at his muscles. Your sultry voice returned briefly. “Why, do you want more?”

Changbin nodded almost a little too quickly to be subtle.

You turned around to face away from him and smirked.

“How about we go to the gym and find out?”

The trip on the way to the fitness center went on as it usually did, full of banter and tight hand-holding. Your boyfriend was extra giddy in the driver’s seat — he insisted on driving — and seemed way too excited for something just a little less special than a date. After all, this was your work, and he’s still your client.

That didn’t stop him from wanting to be yours for a day.

You both greeted Chris, your coworker, and Changbin’s right-hand man, and Minho, Changbin’s left-hand devil. They were both sparring until you two entered the picture. After handshakes and smiles, they noticed the subconsciously possessive hand of yours snaking around your boyfriend’s back.

They always had knowing grins and your boyfriend always looked like a bullied little dog whenever they teased him.

Whatever it was between you or the two friends, you shrugged it off and headed to the semi-private training room that Changbin liked. It was a four-walled room full of mirrors and equipment, almost always reserved for you and him, your personal training all upgraded to something much more personal now that everyone in the gym knew the both of you.

Shutting the door behind you, your boyfriend let out a giggle. You turned to see him hiding a smile with a dumb look on his face as if he was aching to tell you a joke. You lightly tapped his cheek and he shrugged it off with a downturned smile.

“Anyway, silly boy, we’re here to work out your upper body and arm strength,” you headed over to set up the equipment, yet Changbin’s eyes wouldn’t stop following your figure as you spoke. You could feel the stare right onto your ass, his favorite part of your body, and it felt nasty yet comfortably familiar.

“Binnie, please pass me the—”

“Hmm…” Changbin crossed his arms, pretending to stand inattentively.

You blinked. Tapped your shoe to grab his attention. Nothing worked, and your boyfriend — your client — just looked at his reflection in the mirror, biting back a grin with sharp teeth.

“Bin?” You called out to him. “Baby.” No response. “Bun, bunny.” The eyes that were once on your ass seemed to look away, settling for your impending reaction.

“Seo Changbin.”

He whipped his head your way, feigning surprise, but you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips turned upwards for a split second. He loved hearing his name, loved it so goddamn much that he’d tease you this way just to hear it fall from your lips, no matter how stoically you called him. If it meant that you would succumb just to say his full name, a sign that you were his, then that meant he won in his own book.

“Mhmm? Oh right, what’d you say?”

If he was going to play some stupid game again, you were definitely catching on, and you were going to fucking win it.

“Put the bench down here.”

Changbin’s ears were impossibly red again at the sternness of your voice, but he scoffed, appearing like the overconfident self that he wanted to be to you. He grabbed the bench, sure, but he hovered it just above the spot you wanted him to place it on.

“I said put it down.”

He dropped the bench down with a loud thud. His eyes shifted back and forth between you and his pathetic reflection in the mirror.

You smirked at yourself after watching his natural obedience shine past his antics. “How about we try something?”

Changbin shook off his nervousness to listen to your inquiry.

“Plank with me underneath.” Your voice was stern, eyes all strict on his figure; if an outsider was watching, they wouldn’t know that you were looking at your very own boyfriend.

He merely scoffed in response.

“Extra bossy today, huh?” Changbin smirked at you, the shit-eating grin leaving your heart burning.

You’ve seen that smile before: he flashed that smirk often, teasing you especially whenever he sent you mirror selfies from his apartment with suggestive follow-up voicemails. It made you laugh every single time how tough he tried to look, flexing whatever muscle he wanted and texting like he was going to ruin you; only to look like a piece of dumb melted mess whenever you teased back with the promise of breaking his cock.

And now, of all times, you couldn’t back down. “Of fucking course. Aren’t you forgetting who’s boss?”

Changbin wiggled an eyebrow, knowing he was pushing exactly the right buttons. “You already know.”

“I don’t care. Remind me who your personal trainer is,” you sternly said.

A whisper left his lips. “It wasn’t supposed to be you,” he subtly said, but you unfortunately picked up on it.

The dark stare you gave him was all he needed to realize what he had done, mouthing “oh shit.” All he could do now was expect you to double down on whatever you were already doing.

He fucked up, pushing the one last button too early — but he loved that he did, and maybe you did, too.

“Who’s your trainer?” You walked behind his figure on the weight bench. The reflection of your menacing stance in the mirror in front of Changbin left him nervous, his heart skipping a beat as he watched you trace a hand down his back.

You grabbed him: one hand pushing his upper back down while the other hugged his hips upwards. With full force, you caught your boyfriend off-guard by making him fall on all fours on the bench in one singular motion.

“Who is it?” You reiterated, ignoring the long whine that escaped him.

“…Y-You, babe. I-It’s…you—” The words left his mouth all chopped up in stutters.

“I need a name.”

“Y/N,” Changbin whimpered before biting his lips to smile again.

“Seo Y/N.”

If he hadn’t pushed enough, then he did now. It was your job to tease but he was catching on. “Don’t play with me.”

“You know you l-like it. You love my name—”

His response earned him a sudden and firm slap on his ass. The boy cried out, his smile replaced by a scrunched face, his giggle replaced by a full moan.

“Filthy little gym brat,” you hissed.

You grabbed a fistful of his curly hair, forcing him to stare up at your reflection in the mirror alongside his pre-fucked-out face. “That’s what you are. Some dumb little workout junkie who thinks of nothing but their trainer’s ass.”

Changbin subtly turned his head in an attempt to look at your actual face. “You’d do the same if I was your trainer.”

“That’s what you think, rat.” You spanked his ass again, this time allowing it to sting through his thin shorts. “At least I’m not a weak little submissive toy of a man like you.”

He whimpered again, this time sounding pained. You thought it was from the spank itself but immediately figured that he was attempting not to leak precum in his shorts. His cock strained against his pants painfully. How cute.

“Y/N! Please, please!” Changbin hissed.

In a twisted attempt to worsen his situation, you sneaked your hand under his shorts to grope one of his ass cheeks, your nails digging into the spank mark. “Please what?”

“F-Fuck…” He attempted to speak straight, holding back drool from spilling out of his mouth by biting his lips back. He stared at you through the mirror with glossy eyes. The hearts in his pupils shined through his bangs, affecting you as if they were aphrodisiacs.

“Please fuck me?”

Without a doubt, his bratty antics were getting to you, but you merely smirked back at him. The same grin he flashed you earlier now pasted on your face, mirroring everything he did from the ego boost down to the annoying scoff that left his mouth. Only yours was more sadistic, infuriating, yet all sorts of hot and addicting.

Changbin anticipated your response, the brattiness leaving him, faux fear inching close to his heart.

“Do you really think you deserve that?”

He tried to whine but nothing could escape his mouth. He was incredibly hard and his poor little fat dick couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe if he didn’t rush his flirtatious antics before you two got into the gym, he would’ve changed into looser shorts that could actually give his cock some breathing room.

What’s worse is that you probably knew this but never gave him — nor his cock — the mercy to breathe.

Changbin settled on shaking his head, his scalp stinging a little from the hold of your hand on his curls. At his response, you forcibly let go of the hand, pushing his head down slightly, making his head bow in painful humiliation.

A delicious whimper made its way out of his mouth.

“I’m here to train you,” you said, your other hand still firm on his ass, “I will train you to be patient, hmm? I’m not your partner now.”

You squeezed his ass one last time before removing your hand from his shorts. “I’m your coach for now, you’re my client, yeah? I’ll fuck you if you’ve been good enough.”

Changbin simply nodded his head eagerly. You chuckled darkly, impressed at your brat’s sudden obedience.

“Now, where were we?” You slapped your palms on his round and bouncy pecs. “Oh right.”

You got on your knees down to meet his eye level, him elevated as he was supported by the bench. You looked like you could kiss him, or if he stood up then you would suck him off, or maybe eat his ass in that position — but you simply grinned, laying down with your back to the floor and front facing up under Changbin.

“Do a bench plank with me underneath. One minute and thirty seconds. Go.”

Poor guy had the most agonizing minute and a half of his life.

The sight of you, winning at the game he set, and teasing him with the nastiest curl of your dark smile left him struggling when he usually never did. He could’ve gone on for possibly two minutes or more, he never tested the limit, but maybe he hit it when he was forced to stare at you.

“Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two.” The husky timbre of your voice rang in his head as you counted the seconds down, a daunting timer right underneath him. He couldn’t believe himself, that he tried to become an annoying brat — and he never expected such a return.

But what was he supposed to expect from you — the partner he bagged through fucking in the very same gym he was struggling to work out in.

Changbin’s cock was straining, raging boner only ever getting harder while staring at you and your body that he loved so much. He couldn’t say a word, mutter a single word of worship even if he wanted to; he was still keeping up the act, refusing to succumb to the game he was still trying not to lose.

Maybe he already did, but he’s stubborn, just as you found him out to be.

“Fifty. Fifty-one, fifty-two…”

Flowing through his popping veins, his blood heated up his entire body when he was just planking, a simple warm-up exercise, as he fell into the pit of disbelief that you held the reigns and all the power even while being physically under him. He felt humiliated, less than the confident man he wanted to be, feeling smaller and significantly less strong than he actually was.

“Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine…”

At some point, he felt like giving up, like bucking his elbows and letting go of the bench. That unfortunately meant that he would drop onto your body and crush you, losing the game and, more importantly, hurting you.

It was beyond a game at that point. His nerves were fighting themselves, he wanted to cum, to drop onto your hips and just be fucked by your body. He was so ready to admit defeat, but he couldn’t at the cost and real fucking risk of crushing you.

Crushing the body he so loved. The collection of parts that made up the whole that is you, the one he fell in love with. The curves and sharp edges that framed your plush skin and contours, the hairs that grow in directions that flatter you. There’s something in the way the sight of your body places him in a trance; perhaps because it is the very body that houses the person he loves, his coach, the one who loves him, the one who knows how to love him. And god, you were strong, strong enough to bear his weight, but his anxiety boiled all the way down his crotch.

Can’t crush the body he loves.

He didn’t want that. Of course, you wouldn’t want that. He shut his eyes and listened to your voice instead of the thought. His sweat dropped from his forehead and neck down to your cheek, making you chuckle. The lightness of your laugh relieved him a little, but also made him harder, his hips wishing to line up against yours.

Of course, you noticed. Of course, you knew how badly he wanted you. You pulled your knee up and brushed it against his crotch.

“One hundred!”

Changbin yelled loudly at the action and your last count, failing to realize that he had gone ten seconds past a minute and a half. He tensely let go of the bench, only to catch himself painfully with his elbows and propping his body just inches above yours.

He flinched more at the fact that you barely flinched rather than the last-minute save down on your body.

“Good job, Binnie. You went beyond the time limit!”

Cock aching between his legs, Changbin resisted to call for a restroom break as he knew you would’ve humiliated him. He would want that, but not in the way he truly needed. He craved your validation in the form of proper disciplining, wishing to bring out that side of you, his coach.

But lord was your praise music to his ears.

If he had a tail, he’d be wagging it then.

The workouts went on for what seemed like hours of agony and his cock wouldn’t soften at all.

He did more reps on the pulldown machine than usual. It didn’t help that you hovered over him with your ass just above his hips as his back ached and arched at each pull. He looked beautiful, *fuckable,*especially when he complained slightly about doing another set at your command.

“Another?”

“Why, can’t do it?”

“What if I said no—”

You pulled the bar down with his arms in a sudden burst of strength, stretching his entire upper body, making Changbin groan so loud it might’ve echoed beyond the private room.

“You’re doing it anyway, that’s a demand.”

Then he got on the bench press while you hovered over his crotch. You counted the reps as he tried to focus on the heavy barbells. Your ass teased him, luscious hips just above his own in a way that made him feel like throwing the weights and pushing you down on his cock instead.

Turns out that wait is more tiring than weights.

Then you commanded him to use the sit-up machine while your lips were dangerously close to his every time he curled up. Then you took him to the chest press and forced him to stare at you, not your ass in the mirror behind him. Every single other exercise felt like another lap down the circles of hell.

He also did elevated push-ups on the bench as you sat on his lower back. The tease of your ass against the back of his hips drove him insane.

You spanked his ass again and he almost came then and there.

He was heaving, not just from the muscle soreness, but also from the thought that you could just fuck his ass in this position if you could — but alas, you held it over his head, and he was just a “filthy fucking gym brat.”

You could feel your veins popping as he smirked at you upon accomplishing his last set, only to feel satisfaction when he ducked his head and pouted when you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t get too cocky, rat.” Your hand found his right bicep and held the firm, exhausted muscles.“How about I check your progress, hmm?”

A finger ran across the grooves of his shoulder blades and defined collarbones. “Oh, this rat did so well after all.” You ran your knuckles against the firm skin, feeling his biceps flex under your bones. Changbin shuddered at the touch, affecting him mentally and physically.

But god was your lovely voice making it so much worse. “Body got so much prettier.”

So was your teasing. “And you’re still so eager.”

You pointed straight at his erection while your other palm squeezed his strong forearm. He hated the teasing, or loved it; he isn’t too sure. Before he could say anything, feel the humiliation creep in for being a huge pervert, you bent down — and intentionally showed the curvature of your ass — to pick up a bottle.

“Does my baby want a treat?” You offered the treat in the form of a bottle of his favorite energy drink, still all cold even after being sat on the floor throughout the entirety of the workout.

The boy was thirsting, sure, but he wanted to quench a different kind of thirst. If the short yet thick tent on his crotch was any indication, then it was the darkened gaze that suddenly flickered in his eyes when he stared at you.

“No.”

A bratty side was returning and you hated that same lopsided smile on his small, puffy mouth.

“I want Y/N.”

You fiercely grabbed him by his cheeks, pinching your thumb and index finger down onto the softness of his cheeks. Your boyfriend’s luscious lips puckered at the pressure, but he tried to look less cute in your hands with a little tinge of failure.

“Demanding now, are we? You’re gonna have to train more if you think you deserve me.” You dug your nails harder into the skin of his cheeks. “What are we here for again?”

No response. Your nails sunk in more, making your boyfriend whimper. “Answer me.”

“Training.”

You let go. “Good. Training for?”

“M-My body.”

“Yes,” your voice softened. “For your pretty body.” You felt up his muscles, fingers walking across the thin fabric of his shirt and dancing around his firm, sweating skin. The threads were cool due to his sweat yet his skin was warm under your touch, the blood of a full-body blush creeping just within his veins, flesh reddening where it’s most sensitive — which is everywhere your hands graced.

“Such a glorious thing. So thick. So firm. So smooth, so beautiful.” Fallen into a trance at your warm words and touching, Changbin grew lightheaded, losing sense of thought almost completely even if he was feeling all sorts of emotions at once.

With a dark voice, you asked him an important question. “My baby worked out so well. But you’re missing something, why are you really here?”

Everything had to be mustered up for him to even reply. “To be…a good boy.”

Dumbing down, he felt his head spinning at your touch. He couldn’t form full sentences as he grew dumb, but he tried, and you could feel him trying. He still wanted to impress you but you had him drunk on the thought of you.

At this point, his poor cock had been edged past his record limit, but he hadn’t backed down to rub one out even in the private room with you.

Even if he wanted to. God, it would be nice, being sat with his back laid flat on the bench while your glorious ass cheeks bounced on his fat cock—

“I don’t think we’re done though.”

Feeling the grooves of his well-carved muscles, relishing in the subtle instinctive flexes, you felt a burn inside your heart just above the chest. Changbin was shaking ever so slightly, judged by the mere touch of your fingertips, a lovely little tactile feeling all contrasted with the flaming intent of your actions.

“I want more from you. How much can you lift again?”

Dryness caught itself in Changbin’s throat. “M-More than…130 kilos…”

“How about we see who’s stronger?”

“Baby—” Realizing how deep your pupils seemed to drill themselves into him, he changed terms of endearment. “Coach, what do you mean?”

“I lift you, then you lift me. Let’s see who’s stronger then. Got it?”

The matter-of-factly tone of voice and hands on your own hips got Changbin reeling. He especially loved seeing your displays of strength, something you were ironically subtle about even as his own trainer.

Is it bad that he got more excited to watch you outdo him than to prove you wrong? He hadn’t realized yet, but he was losing his own game.

This gym session was going overtime.

“You gotta be stronger than me to pass.”

Squatting before him, you looked up at him with shiny eyes as you readied yourself to carry your big boy.

He thought he would look unattractive from the lower angle however you digressed. His tummy became more apparent, one of your favorite parts of his body, alongside his ass.

It was no secret that the both of you were obsessed with each other’s bottoms. He wanted yours in a way that a hungry man would want to savor the food he’d finally get. You wanted to finger his as if his plump, round, and firm cheeks weren’t an invitation to be violated.

Maybe you should finger him.

Maybe you’d do it after lifting him off the ground.

“Holy—woah, Y/N, woah woah! Put me down!”

“Ah. Won’t put you down for a minute, I kind of like the heaviness.” You lifted him up by snaking a strong arm around his hip and supporting his heavy upper body with your other arm. “You weren’t this big before.”

You spanked his ass one more time, watching the jiggly form recoil, until you held it firmly in your hand.

“Now, I’m sorry Binnie, but I can’t resist you.”

While holding him up, you slammed both of your bodies against the wall, making sure not to break the mirror behind Changbin or hurt him in the process. After realizing that it had only gotten his cock pulsating in his shorts, you made the wise decision to pull it down.

The yelp that Changbin let out was to die for.

You hastily pulled his shirt all the way up to his mouth, forcing him to bite onto the fabric as his belly and chest exposed themselves to you with the prettiest subtle bounces. They had been freshly worked out, skin glistening and glowing from his sweat. Each form of his pecs and the round firmness of his tummy was detailed enough to make you admire it even more than when it would naturally be while relaxed.

Every side of him was attractive, whether or not he worked out, but the view of his exposed body made your core tingle with delight.

Tracing a finger up his stomach, you felt up his skin until the dip of his chest. His cleavage was extra prominent, especially in the way you squeezed his body between your own and the wall. You played with the space before your fingers settled on pinching his nipple.

Of course, you were aware of his sensitivity around his chest, and that made you intentionally tease him even more.

Changbin let out a muffled cry, drool pooling in the fabric of his shirt where his mouth clamped on it. You still held him up, but this time, you adjusted your hold by throwing his leg up and over your arm. He shuddered at the action and then at the realization of what was to come.

Before he could even think, your finger dug into his exposed asshole, and prodded it open.

Changbin bit down and cried, writhing in your arm and attempting to grab anything. He settled on holding onto your shoulders as he felt your finger enter him even deeper.

His cock seemed to move painfully on its own. It twitched rapidly as the heavy dick was left unattended but his ass clenched around you in the same way.

Figuring that your boyfriend already had enough stimulation going on in your little game, you decided to make it worse by sucking on the nipple you pinched earlier.

At this point, Changbin’s mind had gone completely hazy, all thoughts fogged out as he could only focus on the pleasure on opposite ends of his body. Your tongue swirled around his hardened nipple as your lips sucked around the skin of his tit. Your finger was joined by another digit, slowly going as to let him adjust to the sensations. His prostate was getting violated, used, and abused, but it only spurred the both of you on to keep going.

And then you went merciless on him.

Your fingers curled against his sweet spot before getting pulled away, only to push back as soon as Changbin attempted to whine; his subconscious obedience proved itself to manifest as he dropped the bratty act and kept his mouth clamped around his shirt. He made muffled noise after muffled noise, tearing up and drooling, wishing for his cock to be satisfied. He was close, dangerously so, and you could feel it in the way his balls started to grow heavy against your wrist.

Denying him relief, you moved on to suck on his other nipple, picking up the pace in which you fingered your boyfriend.

He threw his head back against the mirror with a loud thud but he could care less. Your other arm’s hold around his body kept him in place but also flexed enough to make him feel all of you.

Maybe it was subconscious possessiveness. Maybe it was the need to keep his melting body up. Maybe it was the lone sensation of being surrounded by muscles and also being penetrated by muscles that made Changbin—

“No, you’re not cumming yet baby.”

Your lips left his chest with a pop and your big boyfriend ducked his head in response. You pulled the shirt off his mouth and dragged it down while your other arm set him down on the ground.

Still shaky, Changbin grew confused and frustrated — not at you, but at the denial of relief once more.

“Time to show your strength Bin. Show me what you got—”

Changbin hastily pinned your body to the mirror wall as well, breathing heavily while holding your body by the hip.

Just as you held him practically with one arm only, he did the same, this time using the other to pull your own bottoms down to reveal your ass.

“Please, Y/N, p-please, ‘m so needy.” Changbin was out of breath, brain still jumbled from being fucked mercilessly in the ass. “Can’t take…anymore…please, please…”

He mustered up every single bit in him to form sentences. The poor thing’s bicep wrapped around your ass as if he could never let you go. “Wanna fuck coach, please, let me fuck you.”

It would’ve been a grave sin to detach from you at any moment. His hunger for your body had grown past his primal instinct and now he had been craving you like crazy.

“What’s gotten you so horny?” You had to ask, shocked at the drooling, sweating, blushed-up mess of a man that you still proudly call yours.

“Couldn’t…stop staring at you. Since earlier. S-Since last night. Since yesterday. Couldn’t get my mind off you.” The words that fell from his mouth graced your ears as slowly as possible yet tasted sweeter than ever.

Praises and worship left his mouth at a rapid rate as he felt up your body lazily with his free hand. “You’re just…so strong…Y/N, you drive me crazy.” Changbin kissed any inch of skin he could get. “I really love you, you know that?”

“Of course. I love you too and you are mine.”

Your response made Changbin shiver, evident in the breathy whine he let out. “I promise I’ll be your baby b-bunny forever. Your strong bunny.” Your boyfriend shook as his mouth left love bites on your neck. “I’m obsessed with you, I love you, I love you, I—”

You shushed your boyfriend’s mindless mumbling with a deep kiss, one that Changbin had been craving for hours. He relished in anything that was you, felt like you, tasted like you, and he couldn’t bear to bring out the bratty act once you finally planted your lips on his.

Sighing into your mouth, he shuddered, leaning into your touch and pouting again to receive more of your love. You smiled in response, teasing ever so slightly, before returning the favor with a dart of your tongue.

Changbin’s arms shot up to hold onto you for support, the strong man crumbling under you. What was better was that you held him up, your own arms circling his body again, the grip from every inch of your body around his putting him steadily in his place.

Then you squeezed.

“Fuck, coach, you—” Then you pinned him down on the bench. “Y/N!”

“Hush, boy, aren’t you so excited?” You chuckled as you repositioned yourself and him. “Wanna fuck your coach so bad?”

“Please! Please, I tried to be good!”

Adjusting your hold on him, you gently laid him down on the bench and abandoned your bottoms completely. “Aw. Not so much of a brat now, are you?” You shuffled your hips to hover over his thick, desperate cock.

“Deep down you’re just a pathetic little boy, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah,” Changbin whimpered mindlessly. “Couldn’t be a brat!”

All you could do was laugh while lining up the entrance of your ass with his tip. “So why’d you try?”

“Because…” He choked on the lump in his throat.“Y-You’re so hot when you’re strict, Y/N…”

You shoved your ass down onto his cock in one fell swoop, enveloping your boyfriend whole.

It was known ever since the beginning that he loved anal; your first bit of sex in the very same gym was telling enough, but he loved giving and receiving in both ways. He loved the dirtiness but also the fact that the both of you prepare and clean yourselves well for it “just in case” it comes up.

This scene was one of those emergency moments that you were glad you both prepared for. Otherwise, you would’ve had the worst time adjusting to Changbin’s sheer girth.

His size was something he had never truly believed to be astounding, but even with your strength, you couldn’t help but lose a bit of yourself to it. The girth was to die for: even if his cock didn’t reach deep, it was heavy, loaded, and big enough to stretch your ass wide. As you lifted your ass before slamming it back down, the feeling of your behind being opened and filled despite the tightness felt amazing.

Changbin felt like crying at your first strokes. He always loved it when you two fucked or made love, but shit, he basically edged himself the whole time in the gym. He had never done such a thing, most especially while putting up a brat act, but every single morsel of thought flew right out of his head as your ass picked up the pace and took him whole.

Somehow, you’d both become sopping wet as you both met in the middle once, twice, thrice, four times — you’d lost count, unable to keep the seconds and rounds of body slamming as you would’ve earlier.

You couldn’t help but moan from the pleasure, making Changbin hold you using all of his limbs with the last bits of strength in him. The both of you knew that he wouldn’t last.

A heat was pooling in your stomach as well, sliding all the way down to your crotch just in front of your ass. While his cock hit the sweet spot in your hole over and over, you could feel your own orgasm building quickly alongside your boyfriend’s.

Neither of you could care less about the mess you were about to make.

Quickly picking up the pace, you slammed your hips down over and over again and pressed your hands against his chest, rubbing his nipples and soothing the sore muscle. The stimulation grew far too much and too fast, but Changbin was so lost in the ecstasy that he couldn’t complain, and he grew so physically tired that he couldn’t hold you off.

Despite the hurt in his cock he still didn’t want to stop you.

“S-So fucking…close…holy shit, Y/N, gonna cum!”

“Cum inside me,” you demanded.

Fully shaking, Changbin dug his fingers into your thighs with all his remaining might and held you in place, shooting load after load from his poor, aching cock deep into your plush walls.

He was so warm, his release filling you with a certain nastiness that you loved so much. You could tell how much he saved all of it from the amount he shot into you. It even started spilling despite the fact that you stilled in place, unable to move from the force of his hands pulling you down. Maybe his training on the pulldowns earlier helped him with it.

But you were both far from done.

You kissed Changbin on his plush lips and sighed in faux contentment. “Binnie baby, you filled me well…” He could only mouth “thank you” in reply.

Then you pulled his sore body up after pushing yourself off his sore cock. “But I want more.”

His eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear at the prospect of you using his spent cock more than he intended. This might’ve been the punishment he wanted, but it was nothing like what he’d expected.

Making matters worse, you sat behind him and suddenly wrapped your arm around his neck. The other hand found his cock and both arms squeezed, locking Changbin in your hold.

The boy moaned the loudest he had ever done in his entire life.

“Gonna fuck you like this,” you said as you pumped his cock at a rapid pace, “I’ll milk you dry.”

Your words left Changbin gasping, moaning, whimpering, and whining like a trapped dog. The tears in his eyes flooded down as he struggled to adjust in your arms, but god, you were far stronger than you displayed earlier. He barely had any strength left to push you off, to wiggle out, to even form a coherent enough sentence or word.

Was it bad that he liked it this way?

Changbin could only tremble. He moaned your name deliciously over and over as your hand pumped his fat cock from the tip all the way down to his balls at a breakneck pace. You softened the headlock slightly to make him breathe, but the flexing of your forearm drove your boyfriend past the point of self-control. He was overstimulated in every single way.

Again, it was the strength display. The fact that you were putting such a huge man like him in his place. You rendered him unable to function, tired him out until he became putty in your arms, and now you had him caged like a real rat. You flexed your forearm again and Changbin let out a severely choked out whimper.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He came non-stop with his head rolled back to your shoulder, curly bangs covering the fucked-out face he gave you from the sheer amount of pleasure.

Overstimulation sent him over the edge though, making him cum again and again. You could even feel the vein on his cock pop and pulsate under your palm. The lone fact that it only seemed to soften after a few more shots of cum on Changbin’s own belly and on your hand made you feel powerful.

“My tamed brat, my good boy.”

The praise made Changbin see stars. You saw the hearts in his eyes as he struggled to look back at you.

Wholly dumb and unable to move, your boyfriend simply lay in your arms and you both sat there for a moment. You pet Changbin’s fluffy hair with one arm and rubbed his belly with the other, playing with the cum on his tummy before you two shifted in your seats.

A year or so ago, you two had been in the same dilemma and position as you were. You and Changbin were both sweaty and exhausted, his head rested on your shoulder, unable to move. The both of you relished in the glow of being fucked nasty in the gym with your clothes barely hanging onto your bodies, soiled with sweat and cum — it sounded disgusting, but it was the reality that you two had to face with your puffy cheeks.

Lord knows how agonizing the cleanup would’ve been if you weren’t going to do it with your boyfriend at least.

Guilty at the mess he made, Changbin kissed your face everywhere and mumbled to “take care of it” as he attempted to stand up — only to groan in pain after the soreness hit all of his muscles at once. You laughed and supported his weight with your own. Unable to register how you’re still managing, you guided him up and took mops, towels, and bottles of isopropyl alcohol.

Everyone knew you two were lovebirds, but nobody could use this room after you tainted it with an atmosphere of pure sin.

It’s funny though, you thought; Changbin’s goofy self returned in full force, albeit in a tired body, but still entertained you enough to keep your spirits up while cleaning the room. He hummed, giggled at you, nudged his face into your arm, and even sniffed at you as a joke.

It was your silly signal to take a break in a shower together within the adjacent locker rooms that, somehow, were empty then.

Perfectly enough, you two took a single stall together and showered together just as you two were accustomed to doing. This time was a little more special, the deja vu of the first meeting settling in as you happily scrubbed your boyfriend’s once-sweaty scalp. He was too tired to do it to himself he returned the favor by cleaning you too. The rest of the shower was quiet save for a few “I love you’s” and light chuckles.

He gave your back a peck before drying it, relishing in your natural scent and the aroma of the post-shower lotion. You dressed him up in your extra clothes the same way that he dressed you up too, feeling at home even in a slightly public space.

Home was wherever Changbin was, in the same way, you were his home as well.

Back to the reality of the messy room, you handed him a mop and he grimaced.

“Hey, Y/N, slap my wrist next time I try to act bratty. That’s not really me.”

Your reaction must’ve been funny, as your face earned Changbin a hearty giggle.

“Then who might this just-as-handsome asshole-ish guy be?”

“I’m thinking Changbin would be a fitting name.”

“Ew.” You grimaced in the same way he did earlier. “And you should be jealous of him?”

“Nah. ‘Cause I know you love The Seo Changbin only.”

You snorted at him and threatened to swipe his leg with the mop. He laughed and snorted back. He liked the idea of poking fun at you with his own name so much that he pulled it thrice.

“Say, I owe you dinner tonight, right bun?” He huddled closer to you, the comfortable distance only growing warmer. It was touching to know that he remembered your silly claim from earlier, softening your heart. You got excited to listen as his ideas for hearty food were always right, a privilege you unlocked by having a lifestyle journalist wrapped around your finger.

“Mhmm. Gotta heal from that ass-kicking I gave you.” You bumped the side of your hip onto him, but he blushed as the slight memory of half an hour ago flashed before his eyes.

“Anyway! I know a cozy restaurant just downtown that serves banger seafood. It’s the side branch of that beachside bar I told you about.” Changbin went on to describe his recommendation.

Your eyes lit up at the idea. “Wow, your lifestyle writing really takes you places, huh?”

“Yeah, but actually,” Changbin raised his index finger, “I discovered it through my side gig’s talent, Chan—I mean CB.”

You paused and raised an eyebrow back. “…Interesting. Tell me about it.”

“How about I just show you?”

As if on cue, you both heard a punch, then a comically loud groan that sounded like Minho. Following it was an even louder apology from Chris. The other end of the gym must’ve been busier than you two, you thought.

The laughs that escaped both of your chests filled the air of the private room. It was one of many beats in your relationship that you shared with him often but it’s still an unconfined joy to have with him. You could live in the banter and tiny conversations forever, even the bratty behavior he displayed only cemented how much you loved the man even if he made your heart burn and filled your ass up.

Brats used to be off-limits until you brought him to his limit, and now it’s all you could ever think about.

Changbin expected punishment but only got rewarded with your love and warmth in the end. It’s a mission he successfully failed and a game you aimlessly won.

As you two walked out of the fitness center, wobbling in your steps back to the car, you fought over who’d be the driver. You won again, and Changbin fell asleep angelically in the backseat. At least then you’d wake him up with the hearty meal he recommended.

Even after all this time, your client — and boyfriend — never changed the love he had, has, and always will have for you. He might as well renew his gym subscription under your name even after the gym closes.

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HOW YOU MET !!

❝ how you meet the members of stray kids !! ❞

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

pairing: ot8 x reader

warnings: felix goes through iz*one withdrawls ( me )

❪ ❥ . bang chan, 방찬 ❫

— you initially met bang chan in the grocery store.

— the second he saw you, i tell you bro was entranced. eyes scanning your figure as you looked down at the list your roommate ( and best friend ) had given to you before you left.

— as you went to grab the shampoo bottle from one of the shelves, a younger kid comes running past you, knocking into you as he ran from what you assumed was his brother.

— the impact of the child caused your leg to push into the shelve and knock some of the other hair products to the floor.

— you visually cringe at the sound of the bottles and containers clattering to the ground, before quickly bending down to pick them up.

— witnessing the entire ordeal, chan rushes over helping you put back the products.

— you thank him for helping you and he only smiles in return, you'd both end up running into each other multiple times after the incident.

❪ ❥ . lee minho, 이민호 ❫

— you and lee minho met in highschool.

— you were jet focused on studying and kids that went to your highschool claimed that there was never a moment when your face wasnt stuck into a book.

— minho on the other hand was not so much of a workaholic as you.

— he took pride in his academics, yes, no doubt. but unlike you he didn't have his head in a book 10 hours a day.

— you both were assigned to be seat mates in chemistry, much to his dismay. it wasnt because he didnt like you or because you were bad, you were just quiet and he didnt want to sit in silence for a whole year

— the first couple of weeks were awkward and the pair of you struggled to properly work together. by the mid year the two of you worked together so well, even teachers complimented your performance.

— you and minho were then on study buddies

❪ ❥ . seo changbin, 서창빈 ❫

— seo changbin met you during your shift at a coffeehouse.

— you were a well known member of the team who worked as a cashier at billy's coffeehouse. your welcoming smile and wonderful customer service made you a favourite

— you served regulars and newcomers alike, memorising orders in case the newcomers would come back, which usually they did.

— changbin was no different, he was forced by the other members to order the coffees and drinks and although at first he was cursing under his breath, the minute he met your dreamy eyes and contagious smile, all anger was gone.

— you took the order for all eight people and gently places them into holders of four.

— "let me help you takes these out." you say, handing him one of the containers and walking with him to the car.

— "nice to meet you... y/n!" he says as he takes the holder from your hands, "you too!" you smile before running off inside to take more orders and make more coffees.

— "if we ever come to this café again, i'm on coffee duty."

❪ ❥ . hwang hyunjin, 황현진 ❫

— hwang hyunjin is your best friend's older ( by two weeks ) cousin.

— you and yujin had been friends since you were three years old and met in pre-school. and since then had been inseparable.

— yujin was invited to all your family events and the same went for her family events.

— yujin was well aware of your crush on hyunjin, no matter how much you denied it, nothing slipped past yujin.

— she'd shove you into hyunjin, race to sit down so you were forced between her and hyunjin, she'd relentlessly tease you so hyunjin would defend you.

— you had to say though, without yujin and her being the way she was, youd never have as much confidence as you do today.

❪ ❥ . han jisung, 한지성 ❫

— you were a very talented art student at your high school. that's why han jisung knew your name and wanted to be your friend.

— at first you were apprehensive, i mean... this was han jisung, the guy who had just debuted in a k-pop boy band who wanted to befriend you.

— despite it all, you guys got close and in the end he'd willingly end up being the centrepiece in most of your artworks.

— and you'd be the reason behind his surge in songwriting.

— you both supported one another endlessly and when rumours spread on online forums about jisung being in a relationship with a non-idol, it spooked you both

— all was fine though.

❪ ❥ . lee felix, 이펠릭스 ❫

— you debuted in a iz*one, ranking first place, which caught lee felix's attention.

— you had a lovely singing voice, could hold highnotes, had amazing dance moves and excellent stage presence, the only down fall was you weren't good at rapping.

— when you performed on stage, felix was no doubt your number one fan. you inspired him to dance to more girl group songs.

— felix cried so hard when he watched iz*one disband, and when you redebuted as a member of nmixx he was so ecstatic.

— he had no idea you were training under jyp entertainment, so you debut was a shock to him.

— when he congratulated nmixx on their debut his hands shook as you embraced him after bowing politely.

— during your collaboration stage with nmixx, skz and itzy, felix couldn't keep his eyes off you.

— #celebritycrushconfirmed

❪ ❥ . kim seungmin, 김승민 ❫

— kim seungmin was your opp.

— you honestly had no idea why seungmin despised your guts as much as he did, he did not like the fact you were friends with his friends.

— chan introduced you to the group and seungmin was immediately cold to you, you thought it was just his personality, but then it showed it was only you he was treating like that.

— not even shy innie was treating you with such disrespect as seungmin.

— everytime you spoke he rolled his eyes, groaned, ignored you and would cut you off. he only stopped after chan scolded him for behaving poorly to a guest.

— you were not on the top of his hate-list because chan never once scolded him for his behaviour ( simply because he never acted out like this ).

❪ ❥ . yang jeongin, 양정인 ❫

— your older brother was bang chan, you were the second eldest bahng sibling, and yang jeongin liked you because you complimented his braces.

— you met when jeongin was rocking his braces, so when he decided to change the bracket colour to dark blue for awhile and you noticed, bro was smitten

— you were his bestest best friend.

— possibly even his bestestest bestest best friend

— jeongin did everything to have chan bring you to the dorms or to the company.

— cried when you had to go back to australia and made chan give him your number

— y'all texted a lot, mainly consisting of childish banter and jeongin spamming dementia memes.

taken from my wattpad: @ -quintessence__

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❥hedonism (m)

↳ Spring break with your boyfriend Jisung was supposed to be relaxing, except for the fact that you desperately want to fuck his best friend, Changbin.

han jisung x fem!reader, seo changbin x fem!reader — friends with benefits, drama, porn with plot, explicit sexual content. [10,2k wc] cws: infidelity!! themes of sexual incompatibility, bad decisions, alcohol consumption, penetrative sex (protected), rough sex, dirty talk, praise, Changbin has a Big Dick, play possessiveness.

Jisung was kind.

Kind is enough, isn’t it?

Really, Han Jisung was so much more than the absolute, resounding kindness that he showed you, and everyone else, equally. He was attentive — so interested in you and everything that made you, you. All of your bizarre, niche interests, Jisung was always there to listen. In the early months of the relationship, many late nights were shared together talking about your goals, your futures, your dreams — both individually and in a potential state of togetherness. An almost blind, hopeful optimism that he showed that admittedly; you hadn’t shared, but being with Jisung changed you in small ways. Very particular ways. Ways that you thought made you a better person.

For yourself. For him, maybe?

A man that physically, perhaps strayed a bit from your usual type of interest. Not bad, far from ugly, but not the usual visual appeal that would have piqued your interest in an instant. You considered that this was perhaps a bit of the oil on the proverbial flame of your love for him, and you did love him — quite early on, at that. Only weeks into the relationship, that the L-word was dropped from your lips — holding hands and stargazing one humid, summer night. Jisung reciprocated with what felt like the absence of a second thought about it, as if he had already known long before you had, and still, only weeks into your partnership with him.

Within the throes of the honeymoon stage, everything seems surmountable — if even paid the smallest modicum of acknowledgment to begin with.

But you loved him. You loved the way he smiled at you and was tirelessly into you and all of the quirks that came with. It was easy to discuss the future with him; timelines for marriage, kids, careers…all of the future life goals that would result in the make or break of any relationship. The concept of “insurmountable”, never an issue with Jisung. He was on board with you, with anything that resulted in you.

And in the bliss of new relationship energy, it’s easy to miss the warnings — when someone looks at you with all of their love and adoration, sometimes it’s easy to tell yourself, “we can get past this,” about anything. Everything, even. “We can work through that,” “it’s not a big deal, I can live with that.”

You always want for it to be true, and we’ll do everything to make it such. Everything to compartmentalize our wants, our needs. We tell ourselves that no one will ever, truly, be perfect — that we will always have to give something up for all of the other shining attributes of someone.

Jisung could never make you come.

It wasn’t necessarily inexperience, at least, not based on his tellings. Not a lot of experience, but plenty — and the same for yourself, you knew how to make yourself come, and ultimately, that’s always what it would come down to. In the beginning, hours could be spent in the attempt; a ready and absolutely willing partner, trying to learn the ins and outs of your body and preferences, only to fall flat every time. Multitudes of failure eventually beginning to weigh heavy on him — not by his own admission, but you could tell — sessions began running shorter and shorter, with less emphasis on attempting to reach a place that was seemingly unreachable altogether, for him.

The two of you gave up talking about it, supplemented with toys. Both of you happy enough with the arrangement — but neither thrilled by it.

Spring break rolls around the corner and Jisung tells you that he and seven of his guy friends are renting a large home for two weeks — partying and lounging and other such debauchery to take place, you sigh and smile at him — Jisung’s youthful enjoyment of the world always being such a bright spot to your otherwise regular outlook on the world around you. It’s not that you were negative, or dull — Jisung just shone so brightly in comparison. It was a light that you never wanted to see go out, and to the best of your ability, this was your goal.

And you loved him, as he loved you — what else could there be?

Around the eight month mark of your partnership, Jisung invites you out to dinner with all of the guys he would be sharing a place with for the upcoming weeks. Most of them you had already met in smaller groups or circumstances; Jisung conning them into third wheeling a date of yours that you later had to apologize for, and your wonderful, hopelessly optimistic boyfriend having only realized the error of his ways after the fact. Naturally. It was so Han Jisung of him.

Gripping tightly to his hand as the two of you enter the establishment — a large BBQ joint halfway across town — a bit closer to where the shared home would be, but not far out from your own apartment, either, Jisung strokes your thumb with his own in an effort to share his positivity with you through contact. He pushes the door open and motions for you to enter ahead of him, only whispering “it’ll be fine, don’t worry, you know most everyone already, just be yourself” as you walk by him. Smiling at the words, you catch eyes with one of the friends you are familiar with, and thankfully, the one that you had gotten along with the best, as well.

“Get over here already,” Minho says, quickly standing upon seeing you and shouting across the restaurant, so loudly that it’s almost embarrassing. “We’ve been waiting!”

“You know Jisung takes forever to get anywhere,” you respond when you finally reach the large table, reaching towards the man and hugging him as a hello.

“Hey!” Jisung retorts, but unable to refute the claim. He instead opts for introducing you around the table. “You know most of these dummies already, but the two you haven’t met—” he pauses to point at them, as if you’re incapable of the process of elimination yourself. “Seo Changbin, Kim Seungmin”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, and the two of them allow for the same in response.

Everyone is kind, which you expect. You don’t take Jisung for the type of man who could involve himself with the type of people that weren’t — despite all of the varying personalities present, everyone was more than happy to welcome you — include you, invite you back to the house to show you around. You explain that you have work in the morning and thus can’t, but that you’re sure you’ll be over soon, and everyone begins talking amongst themselves about how to plan for the welcoming party, as if you were moving in, or something. It’s heartwarming, being so welcomed into a group of strangers.

Jisung’s hand moves to your thigh as he sits next to you, laughing with his friends, and squeezes it lightly — affirmation that he’s there and he’s proud of you, that you’re doing great and he always knew you would. It feels nice.

It also feels bad.

You hate to admit it, so you wouldn’t even consider doing such — gun to your head and all — but it’s the man sitting on the other end of the lengthwise table that unfortunately catches your eye a bit more than you had liked. The truth was, that all of Jisung’s friends were good-looking men; in fact, you wondered how he managed to wrangle up so many to begin with, but the thought is fleeting and replaced by the attention served on Changbin. Black t-shirt and short, brown hair, nice lips and even nicer arms. Certainly a man that works out, cares about the way he looks, and wants everyone to notice it.

And you are, much to your guilt.

But you figure — nothing wrong with looking. Everyone looks. A common and damaging misconception within a relationship that ones libido simply dies for all others upon entering a monogamous partnership with another person — that both parties are to never see, experience, acknowledge the existence of another attractive human being ever again; and if you do, that you’re wrong, you’re broken, you’re a bad person. It’s bullshit.

However, suppose it does become a bit trickier when the object of your admiration is one of your partners best friends.

The part that you do allow yourself to experience guilt over, is the subtle wishing in the back of your mind — that maybe Jisung had looked like that. That yes, all things considered, Jisung was the perfect match — and yet, you can’t help but yearn for more.

A starkly human flaw, the innate pursuit of perfection. Of pleasure.

You’ve lost count by now, how many times Jisung has been unable to get you there, without battery powered assistance.

And you want nothing more than for this to be enough, so much so that you’re willing to lie, and pretend — to him, to yourself — that it is, that you’re happy with this, that you’re fulfilled.

When Jisung asks in one particularly low moment, unable to deny himself of the desire to seek the praise that he feels deep down he does not deserve, you cave and grant it to him.

‘Do you miss it?’

The feeling of coming around hands or mouths or other such appendages that were not your own, and in these moments of complete vulnerability, what is one to do but lie?

Are you strong enough to bear the burden of the truth? Be the deliverer of it?

And you believe in the moment, that the both of you are simply agreeing to exist in the fairy tale of satisfaction, because the alternative is far too great to take on.

But you do remember what it’s like — a memory brought closer and closer to the forefront of your mind each and every time that your loving, wonderful, boyfriend fails. Each and every time.

“Hey uhh—” you shout into the front door of the home, seemingly empty despite you having been invited to be there. “Is anyone…home?”

You hear vague sounds akin to a television in the living room and take it upon yourself to enter — you were invited, after all. Kicking your shoes off and dropping your bag, you carefully tiptoe through the hallway entrance towards the sounds of people talking through a speaker — and turning the corner, you’re delighted to find someone, after all.

Not who you’re looking for, however. far from it.

“Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t hear the door,” he says, sitting up from the couch and fumbling for the remote to turn the volume on the television down. “Our door bell is broken, so—”

“It’s fine, sorry for just walking in, Ji—”

“Nah, it’s cool,” he says, waving a hand without a care in the world about who walks into their home, seemingly. “It’s spring break, we figure people are just gonna be coming and going anyways.”

Seo Changbin. He apparently only owns black shirts that fit his figure exquisitely.

You wish that you could be a bit more vague about your carnal interest in the man, however, when he catches the way you watch him. The two of you make eye contact for a moment and you can feel your ears pick up heat. Changbin doesn’t break eye contact first — peculiar — a game to him, perhaps?

You’re not happy about the way this situation is already beginning to get out of hand, either.

“You want a drink?”

Words so sudden, you barely even hear them over the sound of your thoughts of Changbin bending you over the back of the couch he’s currently seated on and turning you out. Guilt. You shouldn’t. You can’t. Stop.

You stutter for a reply, “um, water is fine, yeah,” and watch as Changbin chuckles to himself as he stands — walking towards, and then right by you on his way to the kitchen.

But not before flashing you a knowing raise of his eyebrows as he passes.

“Do you know when Ji will be back?” you ask, tone far more wobbly than you had wanted it to be. Pathetic.

You watch Changbin move through the kitchen, opening numerous cabinets in an attempt to find a glass before eventually locating one and heading into the fridge thereafter. “Probably like, 10-15 minutes? He and Hyunjin ran to the store for alcohol and shit, shouldn’t be long it’s not far.”

Raising the glass as if to inform you of it’s ability to be retrieved, you head over to the kitchen island and take it from his hand, sipping gently from the rim, attempting to ignore the way the man is watching your every move as you do.

“Are you staying the night?”

It shouldn’t be that jarring of a question — in fact, it’s a pretty normal one for a housemate to ask, but your thoughts running rampant in all of the directions that they shouldn’t be has you far more susceptible to the horrors of, well, Changbin saying anything to you at all.

“Yeah, think so,” you reply, sheepishly. Since when are you sheepish, you wonder?

“Cool,” is all he says, grabbing a sweater off one of the swiveling chairs and heading towards the staircase — presumably up to his room. You think for a moment, that you made it out relatively unscathed from this interaction.

“Y'all keep it down then, alright? My room’s right across the hall”

And it’s cheeky, based on his tone. Likely not meaning anything by it, but the thought of Changbin being able to hear Jisung fuck you makes your skin run hot. Would he listen? Would he want to listen? Would he…jerk off to it? Then the thoughts of him touching himself, hand wrapped tightly around himself at the sounds of you…not coming.

A bit of a damper on the impromptu fantasy.

But it’s just in that moment that you hear Hyunjin and your man barreling through the front door, with what seems like twenty bags of assorted alcoholic beverages, bottles and mixers, with more still in the car, as Hyunjin happily informs.

There’s a certain moment that night, when Jisung is grinding into you — lips pressed against your neck and a hand wrapped in your hair — that his pelvis hits just right and you’re so close; so, so, close that you just about resort to begging for him not to stop, to please get you there, please topple this one issue that grows and grows but can’t be spoken about. You think again, about Changbin telling you to keep it down, and in a moment of weakness you cry out louder, and it truly does almost get you there.

Almost, which unfortunately only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades.

Music booming, red solo cups littering the lawn like flowers on a cool autumn day, the nine of you arrive to the home of the party — with no idea who anyone is, including the host. Typical for spring break — almost an alternate reality that plays by completely different rules.

Quickly, everyone ends up off in different directions, the majority off to talk to someone that strikes their fancy, leaving you and Jisung together as the only couple in the “house.”

“Guess it’s just you and me tonight, babe,” Jisung says with a smile, “let’s get drinks.”

Unfortunately, one of the positives of Jisung being such a social butterfly, also tended to ring negatively in scenarios such as this. The type of man to make friends with any and everyone in his immediate proximity, and with alcohol added to the mix, meant that you often found yourself on your own and making due with the time. This wasn’t necessarily a problem — as a woman being entirely capable of taking care of yourself — but it was a tad bit frustrating, heading out into the back yard through the sliding glass doors of the massive home to find a makeshift dance floor, and dozens of people sloppily dancing to house music on the destroyed lawn beneath their feet.

Having not yet had enough to drink, dancing would not be in the cards for you.

…Unless?

“Where’s Ji?”

A familiar voice, not always welcomed.

“Last I saw, he was upstairs with a group of people discussing whether or not the US government has been hiding the knowledge of having found intelligent life on other planets from it’s citizens.”

You watch Changbin pause before raising an eyebrow and giving a sort of assured nod, “yeah, that sounds right.”

“What’re ya drinkin’?” you ask, and you think it’s the alcohol that allows you to play it so cool. Maybe you weren’t even that hot for the man after all, finding yourself perfectly capable of being normal in his presence now.

“Gin, you?”

“Straight?” you ask, stricken with horror. Visibly taken aback.

“Yeah, I’m cultured.”

“You’re insane.”

“I can be both. Want to dance?”

The abruptness of the question takes you aback again, because the two of you were not talking about this so where did it come from? But Changbin just watches you — completely straight faced, waiting for a reply.

“Yeah, I guess.”

You realize shortly after agreeing to this — reaching the dance “floor” and feeling Changbin’s strong hands on your hips, that this was a mistake — and all of that stuff that you thought not all that long ago about being totally fine about this man, were in fact, alcohol-induced psychosis, because you were not fine, and not even a little bit.

Changbin turns you around to face away from him, ass pressed up against his groin, and you know that realistically you can’t feel his dick, but you can feel the natural hardness of the bulge from wearing tight jeans, and you swear it makes you dizzy. Fingers digging into the natural divots of where your hip bones are and strong, tight chest pressed up against your back, you can feel the heat of his breath against the back of your ear — your neck, and your skin burns from the contact — from the closeness.

From how much you shouldn’t be indulging in this right now, because your wonderful, loving boyfriend is just inside.

And he feels you tense beneath his grip, leaning down closer to your ear, “are you alright?”

You consider it confirmation that you should pull away from the man, so you do. You apologize, citing how he did nothing wrong and you just need some fresh air from the crowd and quickly make way from it, nearly running off and to the side of the house — dark, much fewer people — only a handful there to partake in other such party substances not allowed inside of the home: hosts request.

Back up against the wall, and finally a moment to breathe, you gasp for the air that you feel you had been starving yourself of the entire time you were in Changbin’s grip, but it’s only moments later that you find the same familiar visage having followed you, slowly popping from around the corner to find you, but stopping quite distant from your own stature.

“Look,” he says, hands in the air as if surrendering to whatever fate you have in store for him and his misdeeds, “did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—”

“No,” you cut him off, swallowing hard, “but we…we shouldn’t do that.”

“What? Dance?” he asks, surprise lacing his tone as he slowly steps closer to you again. “Is Ji that jealous?”

You don’t know the answer to that question, you don’t really want to have to find out.

“No, that’s not it,” and you pause, because you hadn’t thought the answer to this question through beyond this point, and are now left searching for it in the moment. Not ideal.

“We just shouldn’t.”

Watching Changbin watch you in silent response, you think that you can literally see him come to the obvious conclusion. Finally. Much to your disappointment. You had wanted to get away with this for a little bit longer; only exchanging hurried glances towards the man, his body, his build. Wasn’t thinking about him during sex with your boyfriend punishment enough, and for everyone involved?

And yet, he chooses not to say anything. Breathing heavily through his nose and dropping his head down with a smirk before raising it again only slightly to look up at you in the dark through his eyelashes — you can’t help but think of how unbelievably sexy he looks right now, in this moment. About how none of the other people here know who either of you are — or Jisung — how easy it would be to get away with something, anything. Just to scratch the itch. Just to get it over with. It could be enough, maybe, to never have to deal with this ever again. Would that be so bad? So wrong? To put this to bed…and not even literally.

You hate the way that you want it so badly — him to come to you, press you into the wall and lips into yours. To feel his strong hands on your body again, maybe even a little more. You know, just to get it out of your system, of course.

But Changbin remains firm in his stance, playfully pointing at you and grinning.

“Be good,” he tells you, before turning back from where he came, and leaving you in the darkened shroud of the side of the house, breathless and embarrassingly wet.

A couple of nights later, when the nine of you go to dinner again, it’s not intentional — you ending up sitting across from him, with Jisung to your right, but here you are, regardless.

It’s evident from a lack of change in the overall atmosphere, that Changbin had mentioned nothing to your boyfriend about that night at the party — of which you are thankful, not quite sure how to explain that one away, but your personal, and quite specific atmosphere with him, seems irrevocably different. Slouched in his chair carelessly with arms crossed, it makes him look massive for a man that all-in-all, is not that large in stature — but still, the positioning of his arms over his chest certainly makes aware all of the muscle and veins in his forearms. For your viewing pleasure, but likely not purposefully. 'Be good,' you remember. It echoes in your mind ever since that night. Be good. Be good. Behave.

But it’s the knowing glances that the two of you share over the table, eye contact that lingers a bit longer than it should — than it does with any of Jisung’s other friends — something shared only between the two of you. A secret. A longing, albeit, maybe only one-sided. Changbin knows that you want him, that you desire him. The word “crave” comes to mind, and you’re guilty just at that, with your boyfriend sitting just beside you, a loving hand on your leg — completely unaware of all of the ways that you wish it were Changbin’s hand — splicing together memories from the other night in your thoughts in an attempt to experience what it would feel like if it were him instead.

You tell yourself it’s normal, to desire others. It is. But you worry that everyone has a breaking point, eventually.

“Since you’re part of the group now—”

The words shake you from your fantasies, realizing that you’re being addressed, and your attention turns to the man speaking — Chan — reaching towards you in an effort to get your phone from you, and you recognize the gesture immediately despite having only just been lost in your own mind.

“Might as well add you to the group chat, so you know what’s going on at any given time, yeah?” he finishes, typing into the front of your phone as you watch him. You don’t respond, not much time to before he’s already handing your device back to you and you look at it; indeed, it’s a group chat, and everyone is there.

By phone number.

You want to be better, stronger than this, you think to yourself as you leave the restaurant, heading to your own home this evening with work in the morning. Jisung kisses you goodnight and thanks you for coming out and tells you how happy he is that you get on so well with his friends. How it means so much to him that all of the most important people in his life are good together.

You feel bad, but not bad enough.

Sitting in the drivers seat of your car and watching Jisung head back inside, you pull your phone out and go through the contacts of the group chat, locating Changbin’s number right away. It feels bad, it truly does. You keep reiterating this in your mind — and begin to wonder if you’re trying to convince yourself of the fact, rather than truly experiencing the guilt you once did.

Taking a breath, you open an empty message box with Changbin’s number — it only takes you a moment to think of something to say. Something to lie. It’s pathetic how desperate you are for interaction, for attention from this man, this man who is not your partner.

>hey, I think I left my bag in the restaurant, can you check for me?

Only a few short moments pass before the screen illuminates with the speech bubble to indicate one typing up a reply. Your heart leaps into your throat, and you take the time to contemplate the blurred lines of what constitutes an affair, and how surely they were blurred.

>you didn’t, and you know that, didn’t I tell you to behave?

Humiliating is the only word that comes to mind upon being so easily seen through by this man, this man that you barely know, have barely interacted with.

You find it intriguing, however, that not once has he threatened to tell Jisung. Perhaps there’s nothing to tell, after all. It’s always so easy to convince oneself that there is a perfectly reasonable explanation behind every sinful, wrongdoing.

You don’t respond. figure, that’s enough disgrace for one evening.

Coming down from your own, self-induced orgasmic high, Jisung rolls off of you and to the side, chest heaving and grinning as he looks over at you. You pretend to be as worn out as he seemingly is. You wish you were. He kisses you, lovingly, able to taste all of the adoration he has for you on his tongue and you know it’s times like that and in spite of everything else, this is the man that you love. This is the man that you admire.

But you do not desire him. Is everything else enough? Is lust that heavy and all-consuming?

"I’m gonna run for a drink, do you want anything, babe?” you say, rolling off of the bed and pulling your socks back on. You watch Jisung shake his head slowly, post-orgasmic smile still gracing his features. You loved the way he was so absolutely enthralled by you. You wished you felt the same, but maybe this is enough.

2:37am reading on the clock in the hallway, you tiptoe out of the room and down the stairs towards the kitchen with the only lights on being from the stove top, as to not leave the unfamiliar home completely pitch black in the depths of night. Pulling your over sized hoodie down and a bit over your panty-clad behind despite being in the company of no one and look around for a clean glass among the numerous filthy ones strewn about the counter tops.

"Looking for this?”

the words startle you so much you just about scream, heart dropping into your stomach at the sound of another human being accompanying you, even worse, when you recognize them better than you had hoped.

Changbin stands up from his previous squatting position, handing you an empty cup that he had found rifling through the cupboards where the pots and pans were typically held, another in his other hand.

“No one does dishes,” he laughs, “you might wanna wash that before you use it, though, it was pretty far back there.’

"So it seems,” you respond, normally, turning towards the sink and running water through the item in your hand.

“There’s cold water in the fridge.”

“Tap is fine,” you answer, finally filling it and turning back towards the man, pressing the rim to your lips and taking a sip. You laughed to yourself in silence — about how much the current scene reminded you of the first in this house. The atmosphere, however, had certainly shifted since then.

You allow yourself a moment to gaze upon him during a few of the minutes he spends looking down and at his phone. White tank top hugging his torso paired with gray sweatpants that you found yourself eyeing a little bit too much, you’d have been lying if you said you weren’t curious. Obviously.

He looked unbelievable. Broad, strong, masculine.

“Have fun?”

It takes you a moment to follow the question — what he was inferring, and once you do, absolute horror takes you — visually, physically, mentally. Oh God, he heard? you think to yourself.

You wonder if that’s why he’s awake right now, but it’s the least pressing matter on your mind, surprisingly.

“Oh my God, you heard us?” you gasp into the plastic cup, it echoing your sounds in a somewhat humorous way, and Changbin chuckles under his breath.

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds, finishing up with his phone before dimming it and slipping it back into his pocket. Chewing on his bottom lip, he finally graces you with a response.

You sort of wish he hadn’t, though.

“I heard him, not you.”

It’s a somewhat innocuous statement on the surface level. Jisung isn’t a quiet lover by any means, that much is true, but it’s the implications beyond that, that really pain you — and also ring painfully true. Does he…know?

You swallow hard, the sexual tension building once again, and with how little clothing the both of you are currently wearing, now certainly needs not be the time for these kinds of games. You apologize to him hurriedly, insisting that you’ll be more mindful next time and keep it down and in rush turn towards the refrigerator next to you — half in an attempt to release the strain on the situation, and half because you really fucking need that cold water now. Bending over and reaching in, you seek peace inside the iciness of the container — taking a deep breath of relief inside of it before reaching for what you had intended to retrieve.

But the devil waste no time in doing evil deeds.

Pressing up against you from behind, Changbin reaches into the icy box as well — your entire body stiffening beneath him at the contact, and any relief that the cool air had granted you — be it long gone, now, replaced with fiery hot contact of very few layers of clothing between two people.

You had almost forgot what desire felt like, and it was engrossing.

Changbin feels heavy and hard against you, his body heat immediately engulfing you and setting fire to your skin — the feeling of him on top of you like this, his pelvis pressed firmly into your back side — you think for a moment that you’re absolutely not strong enough for this, that you cannot handle this torture. Your mind races at all of the ways that Changbin could have you right then and there, and you wish that he would. Imagery of being bent over the counter top with panties around your thighs; held down, in place, unable to move or escape or do anything except take him — the thoughts presenting a dull throb between your legs when surely — it’s only been seconds before Changbin is pulling back and away from you with the container of butter in his hand.

“Sorry, needed to grab this.”

The thing about guilt, is that it becomes easier and easier to manage the longer that one is forced to do so. You realize that this rings true as you tell your boyfriend that you don’t feel well, and that you’ll be in the bathroom — you’re hopeful that your completely adoring, attentive boyfriend let’s you be without checking up on you just this one time — as you quickly rub your fingertips into your panties, chasing a high that comes all too quickly for your liking, and given the circumstances. Biting back your moans as to not allow them space to echo while you come, you realize that the only person you hope to hear you, is Seo Changbin.

A pool party, how incredibly frat of them, you think.

But it’s charming, and all in good fun. People from all around the neighborhood come over bringing food and drinks and all sorts of different things for fun — some bring party hats — who knows why, others bring floaty pool toys as if they’re children, and one couple even bring a llama, no one entirely sure what for, but not willing to ask any questions about it, either.

Holding Jisung’s hand as he attempts to light one of the barbecues, you sort of chuckle at his inability to manage such a menial task — watching him huff and puff in discontent at all of the ways the charcoal won’t catch flame for him, he finally pulls his hand from yours to look around the vicinity for something in particular.

“Have you seen the thing for the lighter fluid?” he asks, already flustered and whipping his head about in an attempt to locate it. “It’s like a…uhhh…like a red canister…”

“It should be in the side house,” Minho pipes up from the pool, “that’s where all that shit is kept.”

“I’ll get it, babe,” you assure, kissing him on the mouth before running off towards the direction dictated to you.

Reaching the old, worn down shack, the door inside rests ajar, but you scurry inside all the same.

And it’s becoming comical all of the ways in which you find yourself in this situation.

Changbin looks up and behind him from his squatting position, emptying ice into coolers and placing beer bottles inside of them.

“What’s up?” he asks, and you explain the charcoal debacle.

You’re reminded of his body pressed up against your own again. You think of what the two of you could get away with right here, right now, party guests being none the wiser.

And it must have been obvious, when he stands up, wiping his hands on a nearby towel before turning towards you.

“What’s going on with you and Ji?”

The question just about knocks you on your ass.

“Wh-what—”

“Come on, this isn’t…” and he pauses, thinking through his words perhaps a bit more delicately. “This isn’t…right, so what’s…”

It feels bizarre, the sudden coming to head of the situation at hand. Changbin acknowledging in words that there is, in fact, a this, and that whatever this was, was wrong. Not okay. Well upon it’s way to being extremely fucked up and morally reprehensible — on both of your parts. You’re Jisung’s girlfriend, but Changbin is his friend. There’s no innocent party, there.

Suppose, for the first time in a long time, honesty may be the best policy.

“I love Jiji, I really do—”

“But…”

“But…he doesn’t—” and now you pause, also thinking of how to delicately word this. You don’t want to humiliate your boyfriend, it sounds so pathetic when you try to say the words to someone else. To someone else you want to do all of the things for you that your own man can’t, at that. More salt in the wound.

“He doesn’t get you off?”

You don’t say anything, just a disheartened shrug of the shoulders, and Changbin’s expression Changes from concern to confusion. “He’s selfish? I never would have expected—”

But you cut him off, “No, no! He’s not, it’s not that, it’s just—”

And then his face switches back. Back to concern. “Oh — oh, he can’t.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you stand in silence for what feels like forever, and you laugh internally, thinking about how it’s the first time you’ve been in the presence of this man and not been thinking about all of the ways you want him to fuck you. The irony being, of course, that the conversation topic be about sex.

“I mean, that’s tough,” he starts again, visibly uncomfortable and likely unsure how to help. You think that Changbin might have realized just a bit too late that he was out of his depth with this one. “Sexual compatibility is a big deal in a relationship, y'know?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I should tell you to break up with my best friend,” he says, trying to lighten the mood, “but I don’t know…has it gotten better at least? Over time?”

And you’re reminded of that time that Jisung almost made you come — the time you were thinking about Changbin, instead.

“A bit.”

Upon an awkward lull in the conversation, the two of you exit the side house with the items that you had both entered for. Hyunjin walks by at just the same time and makes a passing comment about what were you two doing in there in a joking manner, to which you playfully slap his arm and tell him to shut up. Changbin acknowledges it little, only looking down to you with what you can only deem as sympathy.

But you don’t want to be pitied, you want to be fucked.

After the party and upon returning home, you dig your phone out from your bag to find a notification — a text from Changbin, much to your surprise.

>I won’t rescue you

You know what that means. You also know that dick can’t save you. It doesn’t stop you from wanting it, anyways.

Two hours into your attempted home improvement escapades, with a puddle on the ground in your bathroom and what you can only suspect is something or another missing from this tubing, you decide to call it quits and ask The Men if they can make themselves useful to you.

>do any of you know anything about plumbing or can you only do beer bongs?

Hyunjin: come on that shit was cool

Jeongin: idk if we told you but he puked for like two hours after that btw, it ruled so hard

Hyunjin: dude shut up

Chan: @Changbin knows some shit about plumbing, he’s fixed some stuff for me before

Changbin: yeah whats up, gimmie your address i’ll take a look at it in like, an hour

You send your address and dim your phone, only to receive another notification immediately after, but it’s another text from Changbin — this time, privately.

>this better not be a ploy to get me alone in your apartment, I told you to behave.

And it wasn’t, but now you can’t help but acknowledge the fact.

When Changbin inspects the scene, he apologizes for assuming the worst of you, making a joke that he actually wishes you were just trying to fuck him, because the drainage situation is a disaster. The two of you laugh, but in only about twenty minutes of work, the man has everything under control, your drainage fixed, and even wiped up the floor for you. A true gentleman.

The problem lie in all of the very specific ways that Changbin’s muscles flex beneath his shirt as he work — turning nobs and forcing things back into place — undoing all of the nonsense you had inflicted, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t sexy. It was incredibly sexy, almost painfully sexy watching him work. You try to ignore it. You have to ignore it.

Changbin stands, behind against the counter and arms crossed as he looks at you, just having finished his handyman work. You think of all of the ways that you could be better, should be better.

All of the ways that you’re not.

It’s accidentally forceful, the way you slam yourself into him and press your mouth against his own — months of pent up, sexual frustration finally snapping and it’s all that you can manage to not immediately reach for his belt and start unbuckling it. You settle for hands against his chest to feel the muscle beneath, the muscle you have been dying to feel this entire time, and it’s every bit enthralling as you knew it would be. Part of you wishes that Changbin had been stronger, strong enough to pull you off of him, to stop you, to not kiss back.

But he’s not.

There’s reluctance at first, you can feel it in the tenseness of his mouth as you kiss at him, before you melt it away and he begins meeting you halfway with equally sloppy, needy presses of his mouth into your own, and you’re surprised that he’s the one that quickly reaches for your pants — unbuttoning, zipping, and roughly pulling them down mid thigh — not even bothering to take your panties with them. Taking you by the arms, Changbin spins you so that the two of you switch places, just as hastily dipping his hand into the already wet fabric and finally getting to feel the effect he’s had on you in such a short amount of time.

It’s embarrassing how wrecked for him you already look, with him only now pressing two fingers inside of you, and you think that nothing has ever felt more heavenly.

Reaching his free hand up and around the back of your neck, he pulls the two of you closer as he settles into a fast pace with his fingers; the drag against your walls already allowing you to build a familiar burning in your abdomen, the muscles of your thighs tightening with the promise of finally getting what you’ve been wanting. He continues kissing you, hard, before dipping down and pressing lips against your neck — slowly dragging up against your ear, the hot breath of his arousal echoing into you. You know he wants it bad, you wonder if it’s just as bad as you do.

There’s something about telling a man that another man can’t make you come. Something primal. Ego.

"I wanna hear you so bad,” he finally groans, the first words spoken since the encounter started despite it only being less than a minute in. You cry out in response, it’s the promise of release that he’s bestowing on you, and that in and of itself is almost enough to tip you over the edge.

“But we can’t do this.”

The words take longer to register than the immediate feeling of emptiness in your core does. Changbin stops, pulling his hand from you and takes a number of steps back from you altogether, leaving you reeling, fucked out, and with a ruined orgasm on top of it all. Figure, you didn’t need to step out of your relationship for this.

That thought makes you feel bad.

Through messy hair you watch the man before you. The way his chest heaves, the way he closes his eyes in an attempt to gather himself. Gather his sanity. Gather his ability to make good choices.

You look down at the tenting in his pants, and you’re so sure you’ve never wanted dick this badly in your life.

If the topic before, prior to now, was ‘what constitutes the blurry lines of an affair?’ you were sure it was crossed now. It doesn't feel as good as you thought it would, but that might be because you didn’t finish.

“I’m gonna wash my hands, and then I’m gonna go,” he says, and it’s non-accusatory, with no particular tone to it at all. As if he is genuinely just informing one of his plans.

Once Changbin leaves, sitting on your couch and scrolling on your phone, you contemplate all of the ways in which you’re terrible, and once you stop scrolling long enough to make a decision, you realize there’s comfort in simply knowing, accepting.

Turning speaker phone on, the line rings a couple of times before there’s a sing-song answer on the other end. He’s always so happy, he really thinks he’s the luckiest guy in the world.

“Hey babe, can you come over?”

You’re a little bit thankful that the next few days are just working and being home, granting you much needed time to recuperate, but with the end of spring break now right around the corner, you knew you had one more house party to attend — held by your very own boys, naturally, it would be necessary that you attend.

And you haven’t seen Changbin since he was at your apartment, but with Jisung not mentioning a single awkward word about it, you can only assume that not a word was spoken in any direction on the matter.

Not one for dressing up, jeans and a t-shirt suit you just fine for this gathering, and it’s only natural that Hyunjin make some snide comment about it upon your entering — playfully, of course, the two of you had become much closer over the two weeks time, but he certainly always had something to say…a blessing and a curse, but mostly a curse.

When 3am rolls around and dozens of party attendees find themselves littered across the living room, dining room, and even kitchen floors — much to your disdain, as someone having planned to stay the night at that home.

Even Jisung — party extraordinaire, passed out early — in his own bed, of course, because he falls asleep to watching Parks & Recreation after three beers.

Slipping down the stairs and finding the scene before you, attempting to reach the kitchen for food or a drink is akin to braving a minefield; bodies thrown about every which way, and it’s only catching movement out of the corner of your eye that pulls your attention away and to the man you had hoped to get through this evening not seeing. You watch as he quietly dips down into a hallway that you’re unfamiliar with, and you question what he’s got hiding down there.

You know it’s a bad idea, maybe he’ll just tell you to fuck off, that would be the best outcome.

“Hey!” you whisper-yell down the hall towards him as he disappears into the doorway, but he hears you, popping his head back out to find out where the sound had come from, and immediately catching eyes with you. You motion a sort of “what are you doing” in sign language that doesn’t exist, and he motions for you to come with him.

So many mistakes begin with good intentions. It’s not about being stronger than your desires, it’s about never being in a position in which you have to be.

Hopping among strung out bodies, you finally make your way to the door that leads to what you now understand to be the basement. Changbin heads down first, turning an old lightbulb hanging from the ceiling along the way to illuminate the path, and the wooden stairs creak with every step taken on them.

“I had no idea this was even down here,” you say in amazement, finally able to gaze around the space once you reach approximately the third to bottom step.

“Yeah, it’s basically a whole other home down here,” he explains, pointing in directions as he does. “Kitchen there, bedroom over there, and a bathroom to your left.”

Changbin pulls ahead as you stop to take the sights in. Despite the stairs showing their age, the rest of the interior appears well taken care of — glossed and polished wood adoring the kitchenette, bar, and majority of the tables in the living space — along with comfortable looking plush couches and an enormous flat screen television on the other end of the room.

“Drink?”

You think it’s amusing the way Changbin likes to pretend nothing has ever happened, no matter the circumstances.

“Sure.”

Standing next to the man, you watch the way his hands work in twisting and shaking items to makeshift bar tend in the moment; how his forearms flex, veins protruding, and you feel bad at the way that you still want him so bad, even after everything. Even after last time. After him walking out on you due to guilt, shame. You still wanted it.

He slows in his movements, looking at you as you watch him, and when you raise your gaze up to meet his eyes — you find something different within them.

Suppose, that’s what broken resolve looks like.

In a flash, Changbin slams everything in his hands down, taking you by the arms again just like he had before, only turning you this time, and pushing you towards the other side of the kitchenette — shorter counter, shorter sink — but he bends you over it all the same.

It happens so fast that your head spins, him having you at his mercy like this — that you barely even have a moment to register his hands on your pants again, ripping your jeans down your legs again, and shoving his hand inside your panties — all just as he had the time previous. Pressing his middle finger flat between your folds but with no intent to penetrate you, he growls at the overwhelming wetness you’ve been harboring for him this whole time, though not much time at all, maybe ten or fifteen minutes between meeting on the staircase and now, and still…soaking for him. Maybe a better man could resist the temptation, but it’s not him.

"God,” he groans into your shoulder, using his body weight to hold you down and in place. “You want it that bad, huh? I get you this wet?”

You don’t answer, still reeling from the motions, feeling his finger against you, and now weak at the way that he’s talking to you — it’s devastating when you feel the loss of his hand from you again, and you think, “not a second time,” unsure if you can even survive being left in such a state again.

But your mind is put to ease, at the sound of his belt buckle clattering throughout the basement, alongside the gentle swoop of the fabric of your undergarment being pulled down your legs.

You feel him adjusting from behind you, going through all of the motions necessary to eventually fuck you, and you’re absolutely beside yourself at the thought of finally having it. Excitement, anticipation, all bubbling in your abdomen — alongside the pulsing ache between your legs of wanting him, you can hear him tear open the package of a condom, and it’s jarring in a particular sense. Not the existence of it, but what the condom entails.

“Did you bring that…for this?” you ask, shaky in voice from desire and also uncertainty of the reply following.

Changbin forgoes answering right away to instead focus on rolling the rubber along himself, carefully beginning to line himself up with you from behind with the tip of his cock gently prodding at your entrance before speaking. “Unfortunately.”

A man worn down. Disappointed, but a slave to desire all the same.

With the answer, his initial push begins. Slow, gentle — you realize in the moment that you’ve never seen his cock, and thus have no idea what you’re “working with” so to speak, but as he pushes deeper, with more force, the stretch of his girth becomes so quickly overwhelming, tears threatening the corners of your eyes, your fingers desperately dig into the metal of the sink in front of you — begging for any kind of purchase at all, before Changbin stills inside of you, buried completely, and presses his mouth against your shoulder. “God you’re—” he begins, needing a moment to collect himself a bit more before finishing his sentence. “Small.”

You don’t know if that’s the case, or the inverse, but either way, you’re sure you’ve never been this full — the way you can feel every pulse and throb of his cock against your walls, you relish in the thought of what it’ll feel like when he comes — you almost wish he hadn’t brought a condom. A heinous thought born of desire, the most wicked trait.

“Are you sure?” he asks, and it’s a little late by now you think, but you nod all the same; desperate, whiny requests for him to move following immediately after, and he’s more than happy to oblige.

Withdrawing almost fully, Changbin pushes back in again, slowly, feeling the drag of his cock against your insides and reveling in the warm wetness. Taking into account how easy the glide is before gaining speed, or force — but it’s easy, the way you’re soaking for him and have been for weeks — almost humiliatingly so, that it’s so easy to take him with how big he is and how there was no foreplay. Your body telling on you with how happy your cunt was to accommodate him, you wish in the moment that you could have feigned at least a tiny bit of disinterest.

Pulling his body off of yours, Changbin settles one hand down onto your waist, the other pressing upward and taking purchase into your shoulder for more leverage to pull you down, on, and against him — it’s then that you finally feel the full force of his drive into you, the first sound of skin against skin that you had been craving for so long, and already — between the painful crave of him leading up to now, the thick drag of his cock, how he pulls at all of your walls and nerves with every drive and withdraw. It’s so fast that you can feel the promise of orgasm bubble up within you, something the man had yet to grant you, and you could only pray that he would be so generous tonight.

“Can I fuck you harder?”

The question sounds stupid to you, but you don’t have it in you to discuss it, only answering in babbling “please's” that sound on the brink of tears and just the sound of it is enough to make his length throb inside of you with want — the scene of a woman so fucked out for his cock that she can barely even speak anymore.

So, Changbin makes the executive decision to stop asking you to. “Jesus, okay,” is all he answers at the sights and sounds before him, driving into you once hard and fast and eliciting the most obscene cry out from you.

Settling into a brutal pace, it’s not long before you feel the promising loom of orgasm approaching — your knees threatening to buckle beneath you — you reach one hand forward in an attempt to hold onto something proper, but Changbin only digs his hands into you harder. “I’ve got you,” he grunts, following with a “fuck,” as he feels the walls of your pussy clamp down around him. Your whimpers get shorter, louder, in almost an instant, and he has no choice but to fuck you through it without so much as a plan of how to help you get there — frankly, because he didn’t think it would be this fast, this easy.

“Already? Fuck, so tight,” he groans, still maintaining his drive against you, and it’s then that he says the words that you’re not sure would ever be spoken of ever again. Words so obscene, so reprehensible, that you didn’t even know Changbin had it in him. The man of relatively good, upstanding, morality. Better than you. Better than this.

“Can’t even tell Jisung’s ever touched you, fuck.”

You wish it weren’t the thing that sends you barreling over the edge, too. The absolute repulsion of it. So incredibly fucked up and unkind to a man that has done nothing deserving of it. Of this.

But nonetheless, you come, and painfully hard, at that. Muscles tightening against one another with such force that it feels stifling, like you can’t breathe. A breathless, almost silent orgasm ripping through your body as the object of your desire fucks you through it, hard and fast — little effort on his part, really.

“Miss it, baby?” Changbin whispers towards you, and you wonder what’s gotten into him now, not that you’re complaining, but the once docile, reluctant man has slowly fallen away for this aggressive, dominant man — a man taking great pleasure in claiming your body for his own cock, instead of your boyfriends. His friends. “Miss coming around a fat cock?”

You whimper out in affirmation, largely due to the fact that the way he’s talking and the relentless stretch of him is getting you close all over again, and at record speed.

Hearing the way your voice breaks, you hear him chuckle from behind you between hard thrusts, “close again?” and you nod. “How can I get you there?”

But you can barely speak, only the sound of “r-rub-” managing through your lips but thankfully it’s enough to get the message across — pulling his hand down from your waist and snaking it down your front and between your thighs — rubbing sloppy circles in the vague area in which your clit should be; not being familiar enough with your anatomy yet to be able to hone in on right where he need to press, but the effort is enough that your second is quickly approaching, and threatening to tear his first from him as well, his panting and groaning weighing heavier and heavier on your ears with each passing second.

“Close?” and you know he’s asking you because he is, but he wants to get you there first. You nod quickly, biting into your lip, begging for a second release to take you and that he can pull it from you.

And oh, can he.

“God, I want to come into this little cunt,” he growls, still fucking into you hard and fast, the sounds of impact radiating through the basement without a care in the world who could possibly here them. “It’s mine now, anyways, isn’t it?”

The question makes your head spin. Genuinely light-headed at the implications.

“Isn’t it mine? Shouldn’t I be able to come in what’s mine? Whose is it?”

Only a loud whimper escapes you, your orgasm now quickly threatening to rip through you, and you don’t want to say it. You don’t want to answer the question. You don’t want to…

State the obvious.

Changbin repeats the last question again, and with you teetering on the edge of orgasm, your resolve comes crumbling down.

“It’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours!”

You repeat the chant a handful of more times as you come undone around his dick all over again, and it’s all that he needs to pull the same from him — walls clenching hard around him and stripping him of his release in a loud, throaty, groan. Changbin fucks you through the both of your highs, slowing with each thrust and pulling from you before he gets too soft — tying off and disposing of the condom in quick, record time.

You wonder if it’s because it signals all of his worst choices, in succession.

With so many packed suitcases and other such bags near the door, you find it nearly impossible to locate your shoes, but you’re happy about one thing, and that is the fact that you simply just get to slip your shoes on, and drive home to your comfortable apartment, without having to worry about doing any packing or unpacking.

The guys all crowd around the door to say goodbye, thank you for coming last night and spending so much time around — how much of an absolute pleasure it was to have you around so often. How much they love you.

How much Jisung loves you.

It causes a twinge in your stomach, hearing the words. Jisung pops up from the left side of you and curls his fingers in between your own just before kissing you on the side of your head and thanking you for spending so much time around these “losers” as well.

You can’t help but lay eyes on Changbin; leaned up against the wall, arms crossed, with the rest of the guys — quiet, but not any different than that of typical Seo Changbin. So cool, calm, collected — like nothing ever happened.

Like nothing was ever said.

Pulling you from your thoughts, you hear Chan make some off-hand comment about a girl that Minho had allegedly slept with during the week, and although denying it, Chan simply won’t hear it.

“Dude whatever, I know what I saw,” Chan says, stuffing a pair of basketball shorts in a bag of his, “Changbin was there, he saw it too.”

And Hyunjin laughs from the kitchen, still attempting to pack up left over drinks from the weekend. “Changbin won’t say shit though, that man is like a vault,” he starts, pausing only due to the fact that he just about drops a half full bottle of tequila on the tile floor. “That man is where secrets go to die, never to be heard from again.”

Your eyes pull towards the person in question again, slowly turning back towards you from his gaze at Hyunjin behind him — a smirk on his face, and just the ever so delicate presence of him chewing at the bottom of his lip to make eye contact with you before speaking.

“You have no idea.”

♡ send me your thoughts and feelings in my ask.

—this is a oneshot, there will be no part 2.

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astraysimp · 6 months

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Forever and Always

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: Changbin is your best friend and is in love with you(baby is down BAD and SIMPINGt) and everyone knows–because he’s too in love to hide it and he wants you to know

: ̗̀➛Warnings: simp binnie, friends to lovers, pet names, binnie rambles(affectionate and cute), kissing, fluff, the other members teasing binnie(playfully),mention of Binnie’s family( like one time), fem!reader , band mates call reader Mrs.Seo

(this is my first time writing a friends to lovers trope, pls bare with me <3) ENJOY!!!! :)

Changbin had a crush on you–majorly– and everyone knows. How do they know? Because, he doesn’t care to hide it, and he wants you to know. You were his home screen, lock screen, top contact–after his family. Your accounts–Disney +, spotify,etc– were added on his phone, so you didn’t have to worry about going with movies, music or whatever you needed; so long as he was there. This did, however, warrant a LOT of teasing from his band mates. Changbin was constantly met with the “why haven’t you confessed yet?” Or the “jeez, down that bad, huh, bin?” from his members. He didn’t care, though, as long as he had you. And, that brings you to now.

Changbin and his members were in the practice studio, touching up routines for upcoming performances. Everyone was sitting ( or laying down), as they were taking a break. He sat on the long couch, scrolling through his phone, and texting you, before a nosy Seungmin plopped himself by his hyung, letting out a chuckle. “Hyung, you’re still texting her?Just confess already!” Seungmin spoke up, earning nods from the other members.”Yeah, bin, she feels the same! Just tell her!” Hyunjin piped in, before Jeongin giggled. “What were you texting about anyways?Your wedding?” He laughed before Changbin whined. “Yahhhhh. I was just asking how far she is from the studio. She’s bringing lunch.” He whined, going back to his phone , texting you that his band mates were teasing him again.However, you were already in the building, walking to their practice room with bags of food in your hand. Giggling, you managed to send him a text back. “Almost there, bun. I’m coming to rescue you.hehehe.” You smiled,sliding your phone into your back pocket and walking down the long hallway of various rooms.

Finally(it was only a 2 minute walk) you found their closed door, and you could hear them still teasing Changbin, other members laughing along. Carefully you pushed the door open, and were met with a giddy Changbin running toward you and 7 other men smiling. “Hi boys, I have food!” You smiled, as Changbin took a bag from your hands, setting it on the floor. You heard a chorus of “Hi Y/nnie!” and “Hi Mrs.Seo”s. Giggling you pinched Changbin on his cheek, taking a seat next to him, away from the others.”Hi, bun. You doing okay?” You smiled, reaching a hand out to run through his hair. “Mhm. They were just teasing me again, missed you though.” he smiled back, taking a bite of his food. Although you had hung out together yesterday, you couldn’t deny that you missed him too. “I missed you too, bun. Always do.” You smiled , wiping a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “Are we doing anything after you finish practice?” You asked, taking another bite of your food, subconsciously scooting closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, Changbin shrugged, “doesn’t matter to me, bunny.” He’d said, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

You and Changbin, however, were so immersed in your bubble that you didn’t notice the other members leaving, or calling out to you.”Mrs. Seo, I’m going to the bathroom.” “Mr and Mrs. Seo, I’m going to get a drink from the vending machine, d o you want anything?” It all went over yours and Changbin’s heads. It was just the two of you. Feeling tired after eating, you had cuddled yourself into Changbin’s chest, slinging an arm over his midsection and put your legs across his lap.. “Mmmm, bun. You smell nice,” you mumbled, holding him tighter. Blushing, he pressed a light kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you, bunny. You comfy?” He whispered, rocking you back and forth lightly. Yes, you two were always affectionate, this seemed different and was definitely pulling his heart strings. Nodding against his chest, you smiled, grabbing his hand. “Mhm, you’re so cozy. I like cuddling you.” You’d said, softly smiling up at him and man…..the amount of love for you he had in his chest was going to explode. “I love you, bunny,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, as you were slowly blinking, trying to stay awake. “What?” You whispered, slightly pulling back and cupping his cheeks in your hands.” N-nothing, bunny. Just take a nap,yeah?” Changbin said, with a blush creeping up his neck and ears, a pink hue tinting them. “ No no… bun, What’d you say?” You spoke up, thumbs caressing his cheeks. “I-I said I love you. Not as a friend, as a girlfriend. Bunny, it’s always been you, ever since we met and you started talking to me. You’ve had my heart and soul and mind. Geez you’re so pretty and talented and sweet and kind and loving and I love you. And–and everyone knows, the both know my family knows, Heck I think the whole knows and I’ve just been to confess because I don’t want to lose you,ever-” He’d rambled , trying to avoid your gaze. But before he could ramble any further, you leaned in pressing your lips to his. He was surprised but kissed back, one hand pulling you into his chest further and the other cradling the small of your back. A minute later, you pulled away, your forehead against his. “Oh my binnie, my sweet bun. I love you too, I always have. I’ve always been yours, always and forever.” You whispered, placing another peck to his lips. Smiling, he hugged you tightly to his chest, pressing a kiss to your hair “I love you, forever and always, my bunny.”

Too immersed in your love for one another, neither of two noticed the other boys reentering the room. The only thing that snapped you out of your love bubble was the cheering, clapping and giggling from the others. “Finally! Finallyyyyyyyy, we knew this would happen!” Chan smiled, sitting back on the floor. Han and Felix clapped.

“Waahhh, congratulations hyung and Y/nnie!” They giggled before Jeongin and Lee Know piped up.

“Oh my god, You did it?! You confessed?!” They smiled, patting Changbin’s knee, laughing. Hyunjin was the last to enter the room, seeing you and Changbin.

“Oh my goooood! It happened! We can plan the wedding! Wait wait, kiss kiss kiss!Does this mean we’ll get to be uncles soon?!”

You and Changbin could only giggle, pressing a kiss to each other’s lips, as the others watched, cheering you on. Sure, his band mates annoyed him, but he officially had you and your love to keep him sane–forever and always.

😊@cheeseceli hehehe here it is

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids texts #lee know fluff #seungmin fluff #seungmin x reader #han jisung fluff #jeongin x reader #bang chan #changbin fluff #changbin x reader #changbin x y/n #friends to lovers #stray kids changbin #changbin #seungmin #lee know

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heartseungbin · 5 months

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BAD BOYS S.C,H.H

synopsis; changbin and hyunjin take advantage of your kindess.

warnings; boys getting a punishment, lots of cryin and whining, none that i know of really

notes; none that i know of, request for @cvpiddzz, fem!reader

you were so kind to them all the time.

even when they would test you, hands riding up your thighs under the table at dinner parties or them subtly touching each other in the bathroom during their bathroom breaks they took together.

you were always so kind to them, knowing they were going against your rules.

you were so linient with them, all kind words and coos.

making sure to never raise your voice at them despite them deserving it most times.

at some point you're sure they were taking advantage of your kindness, and you couldn't have that could you?

it was half past midnight when you made it home, fatigue setting it's way deep into your skin and bones, making you let out unexpected yawns and sighs.

you had trouble keeping your eyes open and on the rode, sending a quick text to the groupchat with your boys, making sure they knew you were on your way.

your brow furrowed when you didn't get an immediate text back, assuming they were probably asleep.

after all, they did have practice to go too today as it was twelve in the morning.

you finally arrive home, fumbling with the keys tiredly. you unlock the door and all is silent downstairs. you remove your things, shoes and coat thrown about lazily.

those would be picked up later on today you thought passivley, gathering up the energy to climb the stairs to your long awaited bedroom.

your about halfway up the stairs before you hear it, a pathetic sounding whimper from your bedroom door. your eyes slightly widen, not expecting to hear such noises.

the door is slightly left ajar, allowing you to peak in through the small crack. the scene before you makes your eyes widen in disbelief, not believing your eyes.

you spot Hyunjin on top of Changbin, grinding their pathetic dicks together, grinding against each other roughly. Changbin's strong arms wrapped around Hyunjin's delicate neck, desperately kissing any inch of skin he can find.

it's a pathetic display and you make sure to let them know it.

"How pathetic." you voice, brow arched in question and arms crossed in disappointment.

Hyunjin stiffens in his place on top of Changbin with a high whine, flopping on top of him tiredly.

"Didn't seem tired a second ago when you were grinding your disgusting dick onto his." you grit, making Changbin whimper at your unusually harsh words.

Changbin scrambles to apologize, has the sense to do so, whereas Hyunjin sits pathetically, unusually silent.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" You say casually, knowing your usual kindness is no where to be found tonight.

"Silence? but you were both oh so loud grinding against each other with naught to show for it." you spit, making eye contact with both off them.

Changbin visibly shivers, biting his lip.

"Hyunjin get up." you bark, making him flinch. He sits up on the bed quickly, suddenly feeling coy.

"Since you were both so eager to fuck and hump like dogs go ahead, fuck him Hyunjin."

He flips over at your words, positioning himself above Changbin once again. You come close now, close enough for Hyunjin to feel your warm breathes fanning against his neck.

Goosebumps run against his skin, skin tingling where your touch on his skin lingers. His whole body shudders, and you become aware of his nakedness and your fully clothed body.

He suddenly blushes, likely noticing the difference also. you smirk, running a hand through his hair softly.

You tug the hair harshly, pulling his head back onto your shoulder.

He moans, eyes closed and jaw dropped open.

"Go ahead, fuck him." you whisper directly into his ear, making him open his eyes.

He lifts his head off your shoulder and you reach down to grab his dick, guiding it into Changbin's lubed hole.

Changbin moans at the pressure against his hole and you grab at Hyunjin's lithe waist, pushing him into Changbin.

Changbin's hands are clenching and unclenching, looking for something to grab at.

You bend Hyunjin over him, providing him with something to keep him grounded; Hyunjin's shoulders.

He begins his thrusts shakily, not quite yet finding a rhythm.

You step away from them both, watching as Hyunjin takes his lower lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed with concentration.

Changbin is thrashing under him, hands touching every part of Hyunjin's back he can, ever so reactive and attentive to Hyunjin's every thrust into his body.

They completely contradict each other, Hyunjin sweating and panting but silent but focused, while Changbin is loud and sobbing, hands exploring every inch of Hyunjin's back, moaning directly into Hyunjin's ear.

Hyunjin takes two fingers and shoves them into Changbin's open mouth, Changbin closing his mouth and swirling his tongue around them instantly.

The scene feels familiar and you smile, feeling a sense of pride well up in you, knowing you taught both of them well.

Hyunjin takes his fingers out of Changbin's mouth, spreading the wetness between his fingers.

He extends a hand to reach for Changbin's cock, wrapping a loose hand around him and roughly jerking him off.

Hyunjin's fucking gets even more sloppy with how tired Hyunjin is, Changbin feeling the effects of his sloppy thrusts.

Changbin's head slacks, head turning towards you crying out.

"Please!" he sobs, the first words he's said to you since the punishment started.

"Please what?" your reply is immediate, the mocking in your voice making him whimper.

"Not enough, more please more," he whines, attempting to push Hyunjin off of him, wanting you.

Hyunjin continues with his messy thrusts panting, clearly attempting to prove to you he could do better.

"Stop." you say, the command sounding final and absolute.

He stops his feeble thrusts into Changbin, opting for grinding into him.

You walk towards them, grabbing Hyunjin by the waist and slowly guiding him out of Changbin.

He comes out of Changbin with a lewd plop, making Hyunjin moan at the loss.

"Changbin," you call out between the panting and the heavy breathing.

"Your turn," you say, helping Hyunjin lay on his back. Changbin whimpers, crawling near you at the edge of the bed. You bring a hand up to touch his face, guiding his face towards you.

You look into his eyes, "Since you wanted to be punished so bad, here you go."

you smirk, grabbing his hand and helping him to his feet at the edge of the bed.

Hyunjin is looking up at both of you from his spot on the bed, limbs splayed out and tired, legs laying limply over the edge of the bed.

You position Changbin in front of him, grabbing him by the hips similar to the way you did Hyunjin.

You grab his cock from behind, fingers already lubed. Changbin is leaking heavily, pre leaking from him like a faucet.

He arches into your touch, whimpering sweetly. You spread his pre come around the head of his dick, rubbing lightly.

You take some pre come from his leaking dick, reaching over to sit in front of Hyunjin.

You spread it around on his hole, pushing the tip of your finger in.

you place another hand on top of his stomach, grounding him onto his place on the bed.

He moans, hands grabing at the sheets. You continue like this, adding up to three fingers.

You finally decide he's ready, pulling your fingers out of him slowly you wipe the wetness off on his thigh.

"Go ahead Bin,"

You say, observing the pair from the other side of the bed.

Changbin guides his cock into Hyunjin and begins what looks like an awkward grind.

Hyunjin whines, you both know Changbin isn't nearly as big enough as Hyunjin is built to take. His eyes find yours, hand searching for yours.

You know despite his effort, Changbin isn't even close to the boys prostate, probably frustrating him more than making him feel good.

His dark brown eyes well up with tears, regret written all over his pretty face.

"Thought about your actions both of you?" you smirk, tilting your head at them.

It was then that Hyunjin noticed that you had your special strap attached and the thought leaves Hyunjin wondering at what point you got up and left his sight.

His sight, it is a bit blurred, is the figure he's clawing and reaching for even you? He's not sure but the tears welling up in his eyes finally fall, clearing his vision.

That is you.

You were speaking, he just didn't know what exactly you were saying.

The ringing in his ears is high and loud and he blinks.

once.

twice.

and for a third and final time he blinks before everything comes rushing back to him in full force.

He doesn't know when Changbin had slid out of him and when you had taken his spot, thrusting into him wildly leaving him clawing at the sheets.

He doesn't know at what point you gave Changbin permission to finger himself next to you both or when his own fingers had been grabbing his thigh for dear life.

He feels unreal, he can barley recognize the sounds coming out of his own mouth, sounding far away.

You bend over him, thrusting that much deeper into him, halting to a grind. You lean over him on your forearms, his moans flying directly into your ear.

"You wanted to be a bad boy," you say with a huff, panting from the effort of your thrusts.

"So this is how your being treated," you say, and he faintly registers your fingers smoothing over his chest before you take one of his nipples between your fingers and pinch.

He arches into the touch, eyes clamped shut and his moan falling open in a silent moan, hands scrambling to find something to hold on too.

You use your free hand to push him back onto the bed, forcing a cry out of him.

His pretty eyes finally open, tears leaking from them.

You reach down, taking his cock into your hand and jerking him off in time with your thrusts.

He lets out a strangled gasp, shaking like a leaf in your hold. He comes with a sob, hole clenching around your strap.

At the same time you hear Changbin let out a similar sob, turning to see come painting his stomach.

He flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily.

You slowly pull out of Hyunjin, making him whimper in overstimulation.

The room was silent for a beat as you removed the strap, listening to the loud and heavy breaths from both boys.

"I'll be back boys," you say, glancing over them both. You quickly move to grab water from the fridge and some towels and wipes from the bathroom.

You come back to find them a tangle of limbs, Changbin's leg wrapped around Hyunjin's torso and Hyunjin's arm wrapped around Changbin's other leg.

The sight makes you laugh, a warming feeling filling your chest at the visual.

They both look at you when you walk in, Changbin sitting up and motioning for you to come over. You do, preparing the wipes to wipe them both down.

"You first baby since you're already up." you say to Changbin, wiping down his thighs and stomach with a warm towel. You hand him a water bottle along with a kiss on the lips.

You do the same for Hyunjin, making him smile softly.

"You both took your punishment so well babies," you say with a smile, finally settling down on the bed.

Fatigue is finally catching up to you, your eyes fluttering shut as you faintly register both of them snuggling up to you on either side.

#dom reader #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥hyunjin #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥changbin #sub skz #sub!skz #sub stray kids

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tzuyusluv · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on skz seeing their s/o front row at a concert dressed in their favorite hoodie

❥ See You At Their Concert

☆ Bangchan - does his little giggle and his wide smile 🥹🫶 his cheeks get red when the other boys notice that you’re there and tease him

☆ Minho - does his smirk and licks his lips, goes to your side of the venue and dances over there bc he wants to show off

☆ Changbin - does his big smile 🥹 constantly waving at you, blowing you kisses and doing the half a heart with his hand

☆ Hyunjin - winking constantly, probably goes to your side and starts to flirt with you so much stays around you start to congratulate you on catching his attention

☆ Han - honestly gets so flustered, like he constantly stuttering and looking over at you to where stays are raising their eyebrows

☆ Felix - jumps around for joy when he sees you recording him specifically, constant laughter and smiles, when it’s his turn to speak to stays he probably mentions that someone special is there

☆ Seungmin - no reaction on the stage but once the concert ends and he gets to see you in person, he gives you the biggest hug and thanks you for supporting him 🥹

☆ Jeongin - trying to impress you and once the concert is over, brags to the boys that despite being the youngest, he’s met the love of his love <3

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candylix · 26 days

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Quick Links: Chan Minho Changbin Hyunjin Jisung Felix Seungmin Jeongin Multi

ONE SHOTS:

・❥・plus one and a half (felix+jisung)

A friends wedding is coming up, and Jisung asks you and Felix if you're bringing any plus ones. You are actually— each other. Because you're dating now. You'd think Jisung would congratulate you, or say something positive, but instead he laughs and doesn't believe it. Whatever it takes, you're going to make him accept that you're telling the truth.

・❥・netflix, no chill (felix)

You're watching Felix's favorite movie, but you can't pay attention with his hand in your pants. Even worse, every time you're close, he stops what he's doing to tell you trivia about the movie. Unfortunately for him, you're more invested in getting some relief.

・❥・the bet (changbin)

After a night of tipsy half-joking, half-arguing, Changbin makes a claim that's unequivocally false— if you were sitting on his dick, you would be the first to move. You've never done anything sexual with your best friend, but here you are the next day, sitting on his cock, seeing who would break first. The prize? The winner can post whatever they want on the losers twitter account.

・❥・a functioning member of society (jisung) - takes place during the events of one little lie

Jisung is sick at home... or at least, that's what he tells his boss. Really, he just wants to sleep in and hang out with his cute neighbor across the hall. However, less time working means more time fighting the thoughts in his brain.

SERIES:

・❥・blow my mind (chan), pt 2

You have a test today and you haven't studied at all, but you're not worried. Why? Because you have the ability to read minds, and you'll be sitting next to the smartest guy in class. Unfortunately, his thoughts have strayed from the test and into very dirty territory.

・❥・one little lie (series masterlist)

The boys have one rule in their shared apartment. Don't bring girls over for sex. So when Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin walk in on Minho fucking the living daylights out of you in the living room, he has to lie to save his own skin. His excuse? That's not a girl under him... you're a sex robot. And now they all want to try you out.

#masterlist

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ipegchangbin · 2 years

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— uplifting

sub!gym buddy!changbin x dom!personal trainer!reader | 8.7k words

♡ … prequel to heavy lifting “Personal trainer Changbin” this, “fitness coach Changbin” that, what if you were his personal trainer this time? Changbin can keep up with his workout routine on his own if he wanted to, but what’s the fun in lifting alone when he can lift with your words of encouragement?

❥ gender neutral afab reader (they/them pronouns, written with a vulva but no specifics), smut, fluff, some crack, crushes/clients friends to lovers, porn with some plot. ❥ mentions of weight (positive context). unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, oral (changbin receiving), fingering (changbin receiving), headlock, strength kink, lots of teasing, dumbification, praise, degradation mention, changbin and y/n are slightly perverted, no specifics about y/n’s physique.

📝 i wrote a thought piece about gym buddy!binnie some time ago but apparently the man himself cannot stop bulking up and working out so i just HAD to write more. this is my first full fic, and yes i drew that piece in the header, so let me know what you think of it through feedback. otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

You never expected your client, the one and only Seo Changbin, to like you this much.

Yes, Changbin; he’s a close friend of your coworker Chris. Just like your fellow gym instructor, he’s outgoing, charming, and confident. Except, he somehow isn’t all of that whenever he’s around you.

The two of you properly met for the first time when Chris showed him around the gym. Changbin had been working out in a different place, likely a smaller fitness center considering how amused he was while walking through the area. He was beaming with excitement when he scanned the rows of equipment, but nothing compared to his reaction when he saw you.

He zoned out when his eyes met yours. To say that he was smitten was an understatement. Both you and Chris had wondered where that extroverted man from earlier had gone.

“Changbin?” Chris called his name.

“Oh, sorry.” He attempted to save himself with a laugh.

It wasn’t long until you both formally introduced yourselves to each other. You extended your hand for a handshake but didn’t miss the way his forearm trembled in contrast to his biceps. Even you couldn’t fathom how quick it was for someone to get so obviously whipped.

The man signed up for a membership here on the same day he met you. He had to think about getting a personal trainer because he had done all of the bulking up and muscle toning mostly by himself. He had practically become obsessed with fitness ever since he was told that big muscles suit him best. He loved everything from the newfound confidence, the look of his curves, and the additional strength. He takes full credit for his amazing body, as he should be, and he’s proud of himself.

That sense of pride left him immediately as he “accidentally” wrote your name on the form under “personal trainer.”

“What about me?!” Chris exclaimed. “I was the one who pushed you to work out! Not only did you turn to a different gym, but you also turned to a different trainer?”

“I-I didn’t mean to—well, whatever, I bet they’re a better coach than you,” said Changbin. He cleared his throat in the middle of bickering with Chris.

Your coworker mumbled about how much easier it was to write his other name “Chan” on the form; unfortunately, all you could focus on was how worked up and cute Changbin got as his ears flushed with color.

Changbin glanced at you before penning down additional details on the form. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. He’s so annoying.”

“It’s no worry really,” you said to him with an amused smile.

Chris let out a huff. “The worst part is you aren’t wrong, Bin. They’re a good choice for you, anyway.”

“Don’t start—”

“They’re not strict, but they’re passionate,” he continued, patting Changbin’s bicep. It tensed up. “Don’t let them down. They love seeing their clients work.”

“I’m not really like that. Don’t intimidate him.”

“You’d want that, though,” Chris muttered under his breath at your defense.

Hearing that made your blood rise to your cheeks out of anger. You faced Changbin to look for reactions only to find his blood flushed through his cheeks too, for very different reasons.

“Trust me, Bin, they’re tough.” Chris flashed the both of you an annoyingly lovely smile. “They have a ruthlessness that you’ll love, dude. It’s…uplifting.”

If Changbin’s face was heated enough, he’d become toast after this new information. He realized that you’re somewhat like him in the sense that you’re just as strong, if not stronger, and more passionate about strength than he is. You weren’t necessarily the fitness junkie that people make you out to be, but you loved strength. Displaying body capability has always been interesting to you. It’s even made its way to your extremely secret list of bedroom turn-ons.

The difference between you and Changbin, of course, was that you’re good at hiding your secrets. He was practically letting the entire world know that he’s interested in you.

The following sessions weren’t kind on Changbin. The first one was an eye-opener itself. It wasn’t because you were being “ruthless” as Chris described, but because he tried his hardest not to fall for you too fast.

Falling in love is one way to put it. He did start falling for everything that came with you, but there was something more alluring about you. Everyone has watched him exert muscle power onto punching his limbs to their limits, but nobody’s seen him exert all brain power into suppressing his thoughts about you.

He spent too many minutes thinking about you. It’s only been two and two nights, but he was so easily awestruck by you. Maybe it’s the way you hold yourself. You stood straight enough to sustain good posture. The stance itself exuded confidence, hiding all insecurities in your system. You spoke as if you demanded and commanded everyone in the room. Your face is always bright. Your build is so fittingly you. Your clothes hugged your body right enough. Actually, on that note, your clothes were probably better off your body—

“What the fuck,” Changbin mouthed to himself, shocked by his train of thought.

That, and your pretty face greeting him took him by surprise.

“Good morning, Bin.”

“G-good morning…coach.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He barely stepped into the gym, half of his body still outside, and he already seemed to tremble in your presence.

You had to give it to him, he’s one adorable man after all. You already know that he’s all sorts of determined, but his sportsmanship doesn’t end with superficialities. He’s extremely well-mannered. He loyally sticks to his principles. He is old money in a new suit; if that meant sweet musk spritzed on an Adidas shirt. His slightly curly black hair peeked out of a baseball cap. He’s a good sport, but he acted like a sore loser around you. He stuttered as if he forgot how to speak. You wonder, would he forget his name too with your hands around his—

“Uhm,” you uttered, distracting yourself from the sudden intrusive thought. It caught Changbin’s attention too, seemingly snapping him out of his head. You wondered if he was lost in the same set of thoughts.

It took you both a few steps and a few lines of small talk before Changbin was on the floor, on his knees, looking up at you, waiting in anticipation of your next move.

Of course, because he’s literally about to perform push-ups for a fitness assessment. What else would you both think it was for?

“Do as many push-ups as you can. Stop and let me know the moment something aches, no matter how small.” Your voice was loud enough to be the commanding sound between the both of you.

“Got it, coach.”

You leaned in. “Alright. I’ll count. You know the drill: legs straight, hands on the floor, ass up. Clear?”

Changbin gulped. There was nothing malicious in what you said. You’re just reminding him of proper form. He shifted his posture and followed your word.

It didn’t have to be this hard for him, doing push-ups in front of someone whose eyes were hyper-focused on him. He was used to getting stared at while working out. It was almost entirely uncharacteristic of him to break into a sweat without even starting. You were only seated on a bench, legs spread a tad bit apart for comfort, upper body hunched forward to get a good look at his form.

He wasn’t the only one going through the mental circles of hell: Changbin didn’t have to look so cute while struggling. His lips parted as he huffed, the smallest grunts escaping his lips as soon as he reached 25 push-ups. You’ve had many clients before him, some even built bigger than him, but he had a charm to him that was alluring.

Maybe it’s because, despite his strength, he seemed so weak for you. Sitting around and working out shouldn’t be this sexy for either of you.

“Fifty.” Changbin looked up at your count. You peered over at his face.

For some reason, he looked fucked out. His eyes were dark yet glossy, the color on his cheeks spread throughout his face, sweat dripping down his forehead and clinging to his freed curls. His chest was heaving, shaky breaths leaving a mouth that looked like it needed you.

“C-Coach, my arm is tense.” He was practically breathless.

“Then stop. Fifty is your limit.”

“Well honestly,” Changbin huffed and smiled a little while getting back up. “I…can go for more, it’s just tense.”

He was planning to flirt. He stumbled while getting back on two legs but you could tell by his gaze and the masked sureness in his tone that he was set on making a move.

You both knew, however, that confidence is just his first line of defense in shielding the fact that he was about to drool at the mere sight of you.

“Chill. I’m assessing until what point you’re comfortable with. I know you can though.”

“No, I r-really can. Just watch.”

Watch? Changbin practically kicked himself mentally at that. How could he ask you to watch him do more when he couldn’t even handle being under your eyes for only so long?

“Ah-huh. You don’t need to prove it to me, Bin,” You let out a dark chuckle. “Don’t get worked up over it. If anything…”

You stood up in front of him. Your mouth and body started reacting before you could think. Before you knew it, you were both in a mutual stare that could never break, and you were mustering up all of your rusty suaves to flirt back.

“If anything, I’m glad you obeyed me.”

Changbin’s plump lips shut themselves tight in a line. He did obey you: you told him to let him know when something didn’t feel right, no matter how small. You inched closer and he watched as you eyed him up and down through a half-lidded stare.

You were thinking with your ass at this point.

“Just proves that you’re a good boy.”

The eyes you were staring at widened yet they never pulled away from yours. He tensed up a little more, his muscles flexing at nothing but the last two words that escaped you.

You were shocked at yourself too. It seemed as if your feelings for him strengthened and affirmed themselves as a solid crush. You didn’t think it would be in you to be upfront, though. There’s one good thing to get out of it, which was testing the waters.

You wanted to know if he aligned with your type in the bedroom. Strong exterior, masculine but comfortable in his skin; all this to contrast with a softer, submissive, obedient interior.

It quickly became a little game in your head to tease him as much as possible.

“I’m kidding! But good job, that’s impressive.”

Hours after that, your praises wouldn’t stop. They followed him as you two continued the fitness assessment, and they rang in his clouded head even as he made it home.

—

He rushed to his bathroom mirror the moment he made it to his apartment. Changbin, for the entire night, was in perpetual shock by your words. The words “good boy” rang in his head like tinnitus. He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them to examine the physical discomfort he felt after leaving the gym.

He got hard. He wondered if he was hard since earlier, considering how heavy it suddenly felt in his jogger shorts. Changbin tugged on his erect length once and then twice. It wouldn’t go down, not when he was still thinking about how hot his new trainer was. How hot you were.

Changbin swore up and down that he never had a type. He thought that girls, boys, or people of any kind would appeal to him: he never factored in that someone like you would be the spitting image of a dream partner.

Strong, witty, dominant.

He felt so bad, so guilty, so filthy for thinking about you. Not only was he thinking of dating his fitness coach, but he was also thinking of what it’d be like to fuck them.

To fuck you. Or get fucked by you.

“Fuck it,” Changbin hissed as he pulled his shorts down, wishing his hand was yours.

After that first day, neither of you could stop, and it was driving the both of you crazy.

Both of your mouths were too quick for your own good. He commented once about his favorite exercise being the “clean and jerk” only for you to make him demonstrate it — the lifting one, of course. Another time, you told him you could do a “rim shot,” only for you to throw a basketball at the hoop above your head.

The image of Changbin’s flushed face at those jokes could never leave your mind. Similarly, he couldn’t get your teasingly sultry voice out of his mind. You both were too damn good at making immature jokes pass as legitimate flirting. It didn’t help that you were both so attractive to each other without even trying.

In the second session, Changbin got distracted by your ass while you were demonstrating the battle rope. The one after that, he nearly stumbled as he ran three laps around the gym next to you only because he got a whiff of your cologne. You both just finished your fourth session and you noticed him eyeing you down even if you were talking to your coworkers and other gym regulars.

It wasn’t teasing at that point, and yet, Changbin was very obviously falling for you.

After you prepared your bags to end your shift and congratulated him on another session done, you walked over to lean on a counter. You were about to leave work soon but took your time as you watched your client make his way to the locker rooms and showers.

Your elbows were propped up on the edge of the high table, your torso leaning forward while your legs stood back, allowing your back to arch. The pose accentuated the natural curvature of your ass and it didn’t help that your arms squeezed on the sides of your chest. Because of that, it popped out more than it should. You were holding your water jug in one hand, ignoring the handle, and engulfing it in your palm in a way that seemed interesting.

Changbin couldn’t help but glance at you. You didn’t mind being eye candy for him at that moment.

Chris snapped you out by making his way next to you, imitating your pose and leaning on the same counter, albeit struggling to look half as alluring.

“Hi, Channie.”

Chris cocked an eyebrow at you. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Sweet spot?” At your words, you felt a presence in the distance. You shook your head and looked at Chris.

“Sour. Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

Chris squinted at you and straightened up. “Call me that and…pose like that?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking much of it.”

“Whatever. Stop acting as if your crush on Bin isn’t obvious.”

“Then why bother asking if it’s that obvious to you?”

Chris was taken aback: he thought you would flat-out deny any mutual feelings for Changbin, as he alluded to that, but you didn’t.

“So you do like him.”

You clicked your tongue. “And what about it?”

“You just seem to like my guy. That’s all.”

“Gym rats speak weirdly homoerotically, huh?” You joked, elbowing his bicep. “In all seriousness, do you think he likes me?”

You didn’t ask that out of insecurity. In fact, you were far from being insecure about the feelings. You weren’t sure why you asked that question but you thought it had to do with Changbin’s consent. After all, was he actually uncomfortable this whole time?

“As you said, why bother asking when the answer’s so obvious?”

All of that doubt washed away immediately at your coworker’s words. He wasn’t Changbin, but he knew the man like he knew the back of his hand. “Y/N. Believe me.”

Chris took a step back and looked at you from head to toe. He wasn’t doing it to check you out but instead to prove his point. The action, however, made the air thicker, but the tension didn’t seem to swell from either of you. You brushed it off and listened to Chris.

“He never told me about having a type but I know my guy’s into people like you.” Something caught his eye. Chris paused and turned his head away. “Would you look at that? Speak of the devil.”

You turned to face the same direction your coworker was looking at, only to find the source of the weird presence and tension from earlier. Changbin was staring at the both of you with his bags in his hands.

His slightly agape mouth, tight grip on the bags, and creased eyebrows were giveaways of confusion, bewilderment, suspicion, and jealousy.

You attempted to break the tension by waving at him and flashing your brightest smile. His gaze softened at that but returned to a frown when he watched you walk to the exit.

You bid both of them farewells for the night. After you turned your heel at the door, Changbin ran to Chris.

—

Chris sat down on a bench as Changbin approached him. He listened to his friend’s weirdly gruff voice. “Christopher, dude.”

“Hm? What’s up?” He nearly laughed, wondering why you and Changbin chose the worst names for him.

Changbin pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed as he sat on a chair across from him. “I need advice: I like this person. I’m really into them. I kinda think they like me back, but we don’t have anything yet. I saw them with someone else and got jealous. It’s pathetic but I don’t know what to do with it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Chris snorted at his friend’s ramble. “You shouldn’t worry either if you think they’re into you too. Just shoot your shot.”

“Dude, it’s hard. They just make me act up so much that I start pussying out.”

“You’re too pussy for it? Bro, it’s just Y/N, they’ll be cool with it.”

“Yeah, they—wait, what the fuck did you say?”

The world crumbled around Changbin when Chris dropped your name.

“Don’t act so surprised. Your crush on them is really obvious and I told them you liked them. They were actually talking about you earlier. Also, you’re terrible at hiding shit.”

Changbin’s heart dropped. He was glad that his suspicions were instantly debunked, but the next revelation ran his brain over.

“Jeez, Chan, let me live.”

“You’re alive dude, your pulse is just going over the roof,” Chris pointed at his friend’s smartwatch, alerting him of his heart rate.

“Since you’re being real about this, I could tell that it’s worth a shot.”

Changbin simply nodded. Chris was getting more amused at how his best friend was handling this situation.

“If you’re worried about the part of them being mean to you, just don’t sweat it. That’s their display of affection. I won’t be surprised if they start teasing or degrading you or something.”

The silence was broken by a blink and a huff came from Changbin. Chris was joking, but his jaw fell when he noticed his friend averting his eyes.

“No way. Don’t tell me you’re both into that.”

As Changbin was about to deny him again, he instead felt his heart drop. “Both?!”

“That’s what you’re concerned about? They literally tease you all the time and yet you’re worried that you both like it?”

“Obviously not.” Changbin ran his palm down his face, unsuccessfully masking the blush creeping up on his cheeks and ears.

“Bin, dude, one-up yourself.” Chris readjusted his legs in his seat to fully face his pathetic friend. “Y/N is so ahead of their feelings that I can’t even tease them, so just do it! This isn’t high school!”

“Yeah, Chan, but it’s a damn gym.”

“Same point goes for you, dumbass,” Minho, Chris’ own client, and their mutual friend interrupted. He was pulling jabs at the punching bag a few meters away from them. “I don’t mean to snoop but it’s hard not to eavesdrop when you and Y/N have both been having softcore sex here every other day.”

Changbin felt his hair rise at that.. “Minho, there’s a place you can go to for free and it’s out of my damn business.”

“So you’re not denying it?” Minho smiled and alluded back to your antics.

“Of course, I’d deny it! It’s unfair to talk about them like that!”

“Calm down bro, they’re not yours.”

“Not yet!” Changbin exclaimed a little too excitedly. His two friends laughed at his enthusiasm: that’s their “man of principles” right there.

“Anyway, bro, I have a trick you might want to try,” Minho shared with a snort. He leaned in to whisper his secret, a palm covering his lips next to Changbin’s ear.

As expected, Changbin’s eyes blew wide, eyebrows raised, and then furrowed. His jaw fell but the corners of his mouth remained in an upwards smile of disbelief.

“Try it. Lee knows best, after all.”

Chris had an inkling of what the secret was and teased Changbin. “I can’t believe we’re giving you the pep talk. You better spill everything on them on Friday. Don’t be a pussy.”

“What’s wrong with being a pussy, anyway? It’s better than being a dick,” Changbin side-eyed his two friends.

“If I’m a dick, at least I’m huge.”

“Shut up! I’ll do it. Thanks, I guess.”

Changbin took that as a deadline.

Friday night, I’ll confess. No matter what happens, I’ll tell them what I feel. He repeated those clauses like a tasty little mantra in his head.

Friday rolled around. “Changbinnie’s got this,” he muttered in support to himself. It wasn’t long before you and Changbin faced each other during yet another session.

This time, it was different. You’ve already established that this man crumples at the mere sight of you, but he seemed to have himself together in this instance. He had another trick up his sleeve, and it wasn’t just confidence.

You’d think he might have gotten over you if he wasn’t smiling dumbly at your simple greeting. He displayed almost no signs of nervousness despite his promise to himself about confessing.

“Bin,” you uttered, not missing the way his eyes lit up at the nickname. “Before we start, how much do you usually lift?”

“Ah, coach…” Changbin dipped his head downwards, looking at your shadow on the floor.

He slowly raised his head, a hand shying around the nape of his neck, feigning shyness and innocence with a meek grin and a question for an answer.

“How much do you weigh?”

“Pardon?” Your eyes bulged out of your head.

“H-How much do y-you weigh, coach?” He stuttered as he repeated himself.

It took you a second to unclench your jaw. It wasn’t the subject of the question itself that put you off: you knew he wouldn’t do anything horrible with that information. Your concern was what kind of flirtation technique he was going for. You could infer he learned it from the two men eyeing you on the other end of the gym. Chris and Minho were giggling a little too hard at Changbin’s antics. Might as well roll with it.

You freely disclosed your weight to Changbin. He smiled excitedly and raised an eyebrow.

“Just wait here.”

With Chris and Minho’s minimal assistance almost comically organized on cue, he came back with a barbell, dropping it with pride.

“I can lift this easily.”

You mentally calculated the weights on either end of the bar. The total matched the same exact number you described.

He’s lifting your weight.

You gasped in disbelief. He grabbed the bar and effortlessly swung it off the ground. He was doing a good job at making this game harder for you to win especially with his signature smirk.

You smiled back at him. “Sure you could.”

Changbin dipped his head again. He seemed genuinely shy this time.

“Tell me how and I’ll do it.”

Your eyes beamed up from the weights to his face. You were going to give Changbin quite the session, not knowing his plans to confess later into the night.

—

“You’re doing great, Binnie!” You exclaimed as he pushed the barbell upwards for what was supposed to be the last time today. You two agreed upon one set of bench presses, but after watching him go through two sets the other day, you decided to give him a few more reps. “One more!”

“Okay,” Changbin huffed in response. He pushed again.

His biceps tensed and his chest flexed with them. Even on his last push, he was still maintaining his form, just the way he needed it.

Just the way you wanted it.

A series of thoughts ran through your head down to your heart at once. Maybe it’s his obedience, his flustered face, his biceps tensing under your command, or the fact that he chose to lift a barbell at your weight, but you suddenly felt a pang in your chest seeing him comply with your demands right away.

To be fair, he teased you first today, and he was responding to your teases in subtle ways that satisfied you. You always loved to tease the people you liked; getting people to reach their blushing point is enough of a victory, but it was an achievement in and of itself to get someone huffing and puffing while looking at you, and only you, while being slightly embarrassed.

With that said, it didn’t feel like a real win until you got him to where you truly wanted him to be. Maybe that’s why you devised a plan to make him totally fold over for you.

You ultimately decided to push him, right then and there, on his very last set of bench presses.

“Nice! One more!”

Changbin whipped his head your way in confirmation. “Alright!”

“That’s good!” You exclaimed as he lifted the weight again with only the slightest hint of a struggle. “One more!” You didn’t want to back down.

“One more?” Changbin cocked both of his eyebrows up. His grunts turned into heavy breaths and half-groans from your demands and piercing stare. “Really?”

“What do you think I said, Binnie? One more!”

Sternly, you slapped your thighs to alert him, allowing the skin around your firm muscles to jiggle.

The sight was probably more than enough to rile him up because he tightened his grip on the steel and pushed harder. The veins in his arms popped ever so slightly. His muscle lines defined themselves and his collarbone grew prominent from the intensity of his pushing. Your plan was working.

“Nice. One last?” With pure confidence in your heart, you challenged him:

“Can you take it?”

Changbin’s reaction was priceless.

Before you could think twice about going too far with the innuendos this time, you noticed the glint in his eyes. Shock turned into desperate determination as his eyes were blown wide and his jaw dropped along with the barbell in his hands. It wasn’t a look of questioning; you knew he would keep at it as you asked, but it was as if he wanted to know if he was hearing things right. He wanted to believe what you said.

Maybe he thought about you saying this to him in bed one day. At the same time, maybe he was dirtier; he probably fantasized about you saying that to him in the locker rooms. Maybe he wanted you to ask the same question before you buried your fingers deep inside him. Maybe, in a more surface-level way, he just wanted to prove you wrong.

His stare was speaking to you: I can take it. I can take you. I can take it from you. He was pleading to prove to you that he could do it.

He was pleading to please you. Pleading to take you.

Alas, he had to deal with the barbell in his hands first.

“Yes, please,” he exhaled, sounding too desperate for his liking.

Even though you wanted to push further, he was still technically going past his routine: you could expertly tell that he wasn’t up to his limit yet, but you still wanted him to be safe and comfortable even under your spell. “You sure?”

You didn’t expect his voice to rise in volume while his lips curled upwards in excitement.

“Yes, please!”

“Then give it to me!” You yelled back, flashing him the same smile as he readjusted his form.

He pushed one last time with a loud groan and gently pulled back, finishing the bench press set for real this time.

You quickly decided to finish your teasing off with something sweet.

“Alright, nice one Binnie!” You walked over to him and helped him out of the bench, lifting and moving the equipment away from him. He immediately tended to his sore arms and chest by palming at them using his slightly calloused hands.

You patted his shoulders as he sat up. Before you knew it, words escaped your lips faster than you could think or blink.

“Good boy.”

Something seemed to crack inside him. When you looked at him, his eyes had hearts in them.

Changbin had an expression of what seemed to be a mix of shock, pride, satisfaction, and arousal. After putting his limbs through your hell all day, those two simple words of praise broke through his system: it shot through his ears, the post-exercise dopamine rush, and your words mixed and rang through his temples. Your words were so simple yet the phrase shook him thoroughly. Your words traveled down to his heart at lightning speed.

Your words also went down to his crotch.

Your plan worked a little too well.

“Thanks f-for today coach. I’ll just…restroom.”

Changbin shifted in his seat and got up almost a little too quickly. His thighs wobbled as he desperately tried to hide his erection.

“Go ahead, it’s okay,” you chuckled to yourself, watching him walk faster whilst fixing himself in his cycling shorts.

“I’ll see you then!”

Changbin’s heart was racing. He was getting so worked up that his smartwatch was screaming at him to calm down.

“Goddamn fuckass Fitbit,” he cursed.

He was getting hard again. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and locked himself up in a stall. His pulse was making its way down to his cock. He needed to make his way back home but he felt so feral and horny at whatever you did to him earlier.

Thankfully, he seemed to be the only one left in the gym. A dose of anxiety rushed through his blood from the thought of still getting caught, but most importantly, he hated the thought of thinking about you like this.

He reached down on the waistband of his shorts, slipping a hand underneath the fabric. A wet hiss left his mouth as he wrapped a hand around his cock. His other hand took the hem of his shirt into his mouth, exposing the skin of his torso and hardened nipples.

All he could hear in his head was your voice.

Can you take it?

He could, but he felt guilty for wanting to.

Good boy.

But good boys don’t play with dirty minds alone.

He almost drooled through his shirt, biting harder, only to be interrupted by the sound of a clang on the lock of the bathroom’s main door.

Shit. He wasn’t so alone after all.

He immediately fixed himself up, pretended to be done doing business in the stall, and walked out even if he was still annoyingly erect.

Suddenly, his skin went pale when he realized that you were the one who entered the room.

“Ah! Coach!”

“Ch-Changbin?!” The two of you screamed at the same time and jumped back at each other.

You started apologizing profusely for walking in on him. “Holy shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were still here!”

“Me too! I-I thought you went home already,” Changbin responded, his mouth trembling, still in shock,“I was, uhm, fixing my things. What’re you doing here?”

Your hand made its way to the back of your head. “C-Closing up the gym. I thought I was the last one here. I’m sorry!”

“Hey, please. I took too long, I’m gonna take my leave now.”

Changbin gave you a reassuring smile but unexpectedly dropped it when he realized something he missed.

You better spill everything on them on Friday. Don’t be a pussy.

He forgot to confess.

The both of you had gotten so deep into the flirting and teasing to the point that he forgot his main goal of the day. Leaving with a bunch of burnt calories and a horny mind was still not enough to let his heart rest.

“B-But, uhm, I can stay a little while. I’ll help you close the gym.”

“It’s okay. You must rest, you seem tired!”

“Nah. I’ve rested up enough, stretched and everything.”

“I insist. Take a seat, it’s alright.”

“Thank you.”

You took a few minutes of checking the ventilation systems and stalls. You sifted through the lockers in case anything got left behind. It wasn’t as nasty as it usually would have been — courtesy of Chris suspiciously cleaning it up before leaving. What if he intentionally did that in advance in case the both of you settled here; which is, unfortunately, the case? You’re just glad that you confirmed only the both of you were there in the gym.

Returning to the main hall of the bathroom, you found Changbin sitting anxiously, bouncing his leg and locking his bottom lip in between his teeth. He wanted to tell you something. You wanted to say something. Neither of you did anything for a few seconds, merely sharing a stare with hearts behind your eyes.

Deciding to offer a massage was your best course of action.

“Sorry, the routine earlier was rough on you.” Before Changbin could retort, you quickly added. “Say, do you want a massage? It helps with sore muscles.”

“Oh, uh, you don’t have to!”

“But it helps ease the pain, trust me!” You walked closer, going behind the bench. You placed your hands on Changbin’s shoulder blades, keeping him sat in place before he could object. “They say I give the best massages. What do you think?”

You gave him all the time in the world to decide amidst his inner conflict because he, unfortunately, couldn’t think. You could feel his skin heating up under your palms, the temptation to turn his neck to face you creeping up on him, but he knew wiser. He grew grateful that he was facing away since he was still dangerously hard. Rain might pour on him if he kept looking at you.

Because he couldn’t handle much more of your contact, he made the stupid choice and allowed you to massage him.

“Sure. You can do it if that’s okay.” Whatever, he was actually none the wiser.

“Of course it is,” you said as you squeezed his arm with a smile.

Your fingers ran up and down his shoulders and biceps. They made their way to his neck and collarbone in soothing circular motions, your fingertips leaving indents on his skin through his shirt. Hard muscles tensed and relaxed under your touch, but you could feel jerks beneath you. The simplest actions made his chest tremble and his cock twitch. He hid it by squeezing his legs and hoped you didn’t notice.

You could smell him. Whiffs of the same sweet fabric softener mixed with an expensive cologne entered your nose, but a certain masculine musk was mixed in. You could tell it apart from sweat. You looked down at him and noticed the surprisingly large imprint in his shorts. That’s when it hit you. It was—

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

Any further thoughts scurried away to the back of your brain at his sudden serious tone. You were about to ask if it was about the massage but he sounded firm with himself.

“I’m sure you can tell by now, but I’ll be upfront about it.”

Changbin inhaled and exhaled. An air of peace surrounded the both of you.

“I have feelings for you. I’ve thought about it and…I really do like you.”

You were taken aback. You saw it coming, but you still shook your head to check if this was real. You’ve heard the same set of words before from other people but none of them hit quite like this. Confessions coming from your clients were the least of what you expected, but it was a welcome surprise.

“You don’t have to reciprocate, I just wanted to let you know that.”

Maybe he took the opportunity that he was facing away from you, but you turned to the side to see his face. It was only then that you saw him, face flushed all over, eyes shining, skin glistening with sweat and some sort of handsome glow. The both of you basked in each other’s presence and waited patiently.

“Changbin…”

Time seemed to halt and you felt your heart floating at your own words.

“I know, it’s a lot. I’m sorry I—”

“No, Bin, I like you too.”

Changbin’s gaze at you impossibly softened more as he stood up. He inched closer to you, taking in your beauty as if you were an apparition.

He brought his hands next to your face, hesitating. “May I?”

At this point, you could only think with your heart and your core. He looked insatiable, lovely, and pretty. You were all sorts of beautiful and handsome to him too at that moment. Neither of you could hold yourselves back. You thought he was being impossibly polite for not kissing you on the spot, so that’s what you did.

You held his hand next to your cheek and cupped his face with your other, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

His eyes grew wide before closing slowly. The both of you took your time, relishing in the softness of both of your lips, pouting into each other and pressing the flesh as if you both got a taste of heaven for the first time.

You pulled away and your foreheads pressed against each other while the tips of your noses clashed adorably between your faces. He softly smiled and you mirrored him before diving in for another kiss.

Lightning cracked within you. As you kissed, your arms roamed around his body, your hands snaking his hips, and you pulled him closer with gentle force. Your tongue darted out mid-kiss and started licking his lips as if you lost control. He tasted so sweet even if he seemed so shocked.

“Ah!”

An adorable moan escaped his throat and fire erupted within your core.

“I like you too,” you said, “but I need you.”

Sparks made their way to both of your crotches. Hands trailed to your waist while yours pulled on his hips. Changbin grunted at the feeling of his plush flesh being held firmly, making you squeeze your fingertips.

“Fuck, I need you too.” Changbin whimpered slightly. Without thinking of it, your fingers danced their way up his sides and pulled slightly on his shirt, making their way over his chest. Your fingers circled his hardened nipples. He struggled to continue. “I’ve…been needing you since day one.”

“Since the first session?”

“Since we first met.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and slid your tongue on his adam’s apple in one quick motion. “How did you hold back for so long?” Changbin asked, attempting to ground himself by asking you more questions instead of moaning.

“How did you?”

“Can’t you tell I couldn’t?” He said, eyeing down at himself through a half-lidded stare.

You chuckled. “Need help with it?”

“Please, Y/N,” Changbin pleaded, his voice betraying him, lacing his words with desperation.

Without another word, your arm darted and pulled down on his shorts, instantly exposing his lower half. His underwear was thankfully cooperating; the waistband snapped around his thighs as your hands released from the swift motion, eliciting a very loud moan from Changbin.

His cock surprised you. It wasn’t the lengthiest, but it grew in size ever since you discovered the dick print earlier. What he lacked in length, he made in sheer girth. It was thick, so much so that it looked heavy. It was heavy: the moment you held it, your fingers struggled to wrap around him, and your hand nearly slipped from failing to lift it.

Training yourself to hold the bars on barbells clearly didn’t train you enough to hold his dick properly.

“What a big boy,” you muttered.

“I-I’m not, really.”

“You are. I bet I can’t fit you.”

Before he even got the chance to protest, he watched you prove yourself right by getting on your knees and taking him in your mouth. Your lips only managed to fit around his tip. You would go deeper, but his girth filled your mouth so much and so fast.

The sudden actions left Changbin struggling to keep himself steady. You circled an arm around his waist, nonverbally telling him to sit himself down. He got distracted by the firm flex of your arm before following, slowly sitting down.

What he didn’t expect, though, was allowing you to swing his leg over your shoulder as you took more of his cock in your mouth. Not long after, he felt something foreign prodding at him.

The additional contact only piled onto the pleasure so he didn’t dare try to stop it. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the sensations of your tongue circling his tip and your hand building up the pace. It was only when you paused and spoke that he finally decided to look at you.

“Is this alright?”

Peering down at you left him speechless.

A finger teased his ass and made its way around the rim of his hole. As he stared at it, letting drool pool under his tongue, you looked up at him with swollen lips.

“W-Want it. Need it.” He gave you the same look that he flashed your way when you teased him earlier. From that alone, you knew he could take it.

You pressed your tongue against his rim for a moment, lubing it up before pressing a digit onto him. “Done this before?”

“No. Never,” Changbin huffed. “F-Feels so—Ah!”

Before he could say anything more, you stuck a finger inside him. Shockwaves rippled across his body, sensations and stings he’s never felt starting to bite him everywhere.

Your finger slid into him slowly. It stretched his walls which were tight yet somehow clean and wet. It left you to wonder if he at least prepared himself for something like this even if he’s never tried it. He writhed under you until the discomfort left him, whispering for you to keep going.

You added another finger in. You started curling them. It hit his sweet spot, causing him to groan out your name and flinch all over. Pleasure and ecstasy were the only things he felt and the only other word he could mutter was your name.

“It’s so fucking g-good.”

“And you’re so good. Taking me so well. Such a pretty boy.” The praises became addicting to him, causing him to push his hips and rut against your fingers, chasing a high.

“Fuck. So, so—ah—so good.”

“You like this, don’t you?” You responded to his mumbling with a smirk.

“Love it.” He breathed out. “Love it—ah—love you. Y/N, I love you so m-much.”

Changbin could only manage to repeat the same thing over and over, his mind fogging with nothing but arousal as he melted under your touch. He didn’t just want your lips on his, he didn’t just want your fingers in him, he didn’t merely want his cock inside you. He needed you, all of you, your sex, your self, and more; he just couldn’t say it clearly when your fingers curled against his prostate.

Eventually, the cock in your mouth twitched. That was a telltale sign that he was about to finish. Changbin patted your head and signaled you to stop.

“I-I don’t wanna cum yet.”

Your lips popped off his cock as you looked up at him. “Hmm? Why?”

The sight of you like this drove his mind until it went hazy. With vision blurring in pure ecstasy, words blending, he felt like he was losing himself under you. “Need…need to f-fuck…”

“Too much? We can stop—”

“No. No, don’t stop,” he whined. “I just—please, Y/N, I need to fuck you. Bad.”

Practically pleading, he pulled you up off your knees by wrapping strong hands around your biceps and mindlessly licked a stripe across your lips. You pulled away from the wet kiss to find his face flushed impossibly deeper and his cheeks puffed up. His mouth was trembling and he seemed to not be able to speak any further.

“Going dumb for me, Binnie?”

“Mhm,” Changbin nodded, not denying—no, not even processing what you had just told him. You brought your hand up to cup his face, only to be shocked when he immediately nuzzled against it.

“How pathetic. We’ve barely fucked and you went dumb over two fingers?” You brought up the fingers that entered him earlier, showing the wetness to him.

He whined, sweet vowels of no words squeaking out of him. After shying away, he looked back at the digits and brought them to his mouth.

You were speechless at his neediness. You watched him blissfully suck on them before he pulled away and mumbled. “Want more.”

You smiled at him and pecked his cheek. The following gestures happened in a flash, and you had yourselves fully exposed to each other. Blinking eyes at your figure, Changbin was legitimately drooling in awe of your figure, tears stinging his eyes at your beauty.

“Pretty…”

“Thank you,” you giggled, wiggling your ass in front of him until your cheeks made contact with his V-line.

You suddenly had an idea. Like earlier, it would be fun to safely challenge him while he’s in a cute headspace. “You lifted weights that were exactly my weight, right?”

“Mhm. Yes Y/N.”

“Prove to me that you can actually do it.” You traced his jaw, feeling his figure from behind your body, watching him with nothing but touches.

“Fuck me while carrying me, Binnie.”

It ignited something within him because he instantly lifted you off the floor with ease. Teasing your fleshy, wet entrance with free fingers, he aligned your hole with his cock. As the sensations of having your heat held by Changbin, he sank you onto him.

He started thrusting into you after a minute of adjusting. “Am I—fuck! Am I heavy? Light?”

“No, no, just right. So g-good.” Changbin kissed your neck, thrusting out of you before digging himself further inside. “Wanna—ah! Wanna fuck you f-forever.”

“Changbin,” you breathed out. “Arms…around me.”

You pointed to the general area of your neck and shoulders. The signal left Changbin in disbelief for a second. Complying was easy for him but he still felt nervous. He didn’t want to suffocate you but he was also chasing your praise. Wordlessly, he swung an arm across your neck and latched his hand on your chest, allowing you room to breathe as he squeezed tight. You were in a literal headlock; a fantasy you never realized would come true.

He didn’t expect the position to make his job easier. It allowed him to piston into you with force while kissing and marking up the side of your neck that wasn’t being squeezed by the meat of pure muscle. You could hear his extremely loud moans better in one ear while the other half of your face was being massaged by flexing skin. Thankfully, the man — who you’d forgotten was your professional gym buddy — was careful enough, pecking you every once in a while, syncing his breaths with yours to check if you were okay.

The thrusts became erratic and your bodies heated each other every time you both made contact. He reached down to touch and tease your heat while you leaned back to hold and squeeze his ass cheeks as much as you could. He moaned louder and started shaking as you groped him harder. You felt his hardness drilling into you, leaving you wetter than ever.

He couldn’t stop whining. Changbin never intended to make so many restrained noises slip in the gym. He whined almost the same way he did each time you teased him as he lifted weights. It was the same, high-pitched, unbelievably sweet plea that escaped his throat with a tremble at the end. This time, however, it was louder, needier, more shameless, and more desperate. This time, there was no restraint. There was no point in holding back anymore.

You could almost taste heaven, and you called out his name over and over, signaling your need to finish.

“C-close—cumming,” he whined. His cock started to feel firmer as it pounded you. “Cumming, I’m cumming, I-I can’t…”

The both of you could feel each other get wetter and wetter. Your walls clenched and unclenched around him, trapping him inside you, urging him to finish with you.

“Let go, Binnie, c-cum for me. It’s okay. Cum with me.”

“Ah—thank you!”

After a few thorough, full, and harsh thrusts, Changbin sank himself deep within you one last time and came inside as you creamed all over him as well. Both of your voices were strained especially after screaming in unison as you finished.

It took a while to ground yourselves back to reality, but it was worth the effort.

You both cleaned yourselves up as you gave Changbin an actual massage in the restroom. Fingers in the ass felt good but left him relearning how to stand on his own. Without your assistance, he wouldn’t know how he’d make it out of the bathroom. He also gave you rubs around the skin he squeezed and thrust onto. Giggles and kisses here and there against running water felt calming and domestic. The both of you put your extra clothes on and sat yourselves down on the same bench.

After packing your things, you realized how fucked out he still looked. He looked pretty with his cheeks puffed out, eyes still glossy, and lips parted as they were tinted with your love earlier. Though he’s cute this way, he still seemed so tired, neck hunched as if his previous horny thoughts weighed his head down. You naturally felt bad so you silently patted your shoulder. Your signal urged him to inch closer and collapse his head beside your collarbone.

“Again, thank you,” Changbin said with a shy smile. “Didn’t expect this, but seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. I’m always happy to help you.”

He shook his head at your response. “Uhm…this…this will—this is going to sound—well…” Changbin stuttered as he fidgeted with his flushed hands. “I don’t mean to be rude so I wanted to ask…”

He was a stammering mess. He thought his words over for a second before lifting his head a little higher. “Could we…hang out sometime? I just…I want to spend more time with you, is all.”

Your eyes lit up at his words. “Oh, of course, sure!”

“Oh, hah, okay. Thank you. I just wanted to be sure, I didn’t want to make it seem like…I only see you like this. I-I don’t. I really like you—I really love you. I’d love to know you better outside of this.”

As the words escaped his mouth, the confident and bright Leo man that you admired seemed to reemerge before you. You have to admit: despite everything, Changbin’s one hell of a respectful, wonderful gentleman. Clarifying that he wasn’t objectifying you should be the bare minimum, but you could sense within his intentions that he means it and more.

“No need to sweat it, Binnie,” you responded, making him blush again.

“Really?” Changbin jokingly wiped the sweat off his forehead, making the both of you giggle. The air was warm but the energy you two shared was chill at the same time.

“Really, though. I appreciate it. I’d love to know you better, too.” You pressed a kiss on his temple, reheating his cheeks.

The both of you exited the gym with your hands interlocked. He smelled like sex, shampoo, and you, but who gives a fuck?

You never really expected your client, the one and only Seo Changbin, to be your boyfriend after five sessions alone.

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j-onedrabbles · 1 year

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𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 (𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆)

✧ PAIRING: SKZ X READER ✧ CW: BSF! SKZ, GN! READER, MENTION OF CRYING AND NOT FEELING LOVED, COMFORT FLUFF, FAKE TEXTS, MENTION FOOD, NO PRONOUNS USED FOR READER BUT MENTIONED THEY HAVE FEMALE FRIEND, READER REFERED TO AS PRETTY IN CHANGBINS PART ✧ SS : 4 (8) ✧ NOTE: ✧ HYUNG LINE|MAKNAE LINE ✧ PART 2

❥ bang chan

❥ lee know

❥ changbin

❥ hyunjin

M. LIST ✧ TIP JAR

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kisses4hannii · 8 months

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Hugs with Skz 🤍

❥ sorry for no update for so long recovering from my surgery was tough, but I’m better now 🤗 anyways, enjoy beautiful people

Stray Kids x Reader

(Established relationship! no gender specified)

Read warnings: none :]

Word count: 2.3K about 288 words per member

NOT PROOF READ !

Ageless/blank/minors please DNI !! I cannot express this enough even if my work isn’t adult content 🙏

Chan, hugs with Chan would feel like drinking a warm drink on a cold snowy winter morning.. nice, warm and comforting, the ones that make you wanna lay in bed all day. He would hug you with his entire being, you’re having a bad day? He’s gonna hug you. You just received good news? He’s gonna go in for the hug. Now I do really think he would love hugs even more if he was the one receiving them as well. One morning you’d wake up in bed alone only to find him doing something in the kitchen. He wouldn’t be aware of your presence until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle and a body pressing into his own. He’d smile and hide his face with one hand. The love he feels for you already overwhelming his senses and the day has barely even started!

He’d also melt into the couch if you sprawled on top of him while he was relaxing. Coming home from the studio he was surprised to find the house empty. He figured you must still be working as he sent you a quick text saying he was home. He decided to settle down on the couch after washing up and changing into a comfy pair of clothes. Not know how much time has passed the front door opened and closed. A few seconds passed before he saw your figure appear in front of him as you flopped onto him. He would greet you with a small quiet “long day?” And you would only groan in response and nuzzle your face further into his neck as his arms wrapped around you in a long comforting hug.

Lee Know, Lee Know would hug you from behind. I feel like he wouldn’t really give you an opportunity to hug him first. It’s almost as if he knows that you’re gonna hug him when you approach him. But you’re not complaining and a hug is a hug. You would lean into him as he gently rocked you two with a gentle kiss to the top of your head. One of the only times you’d be able to catch him off guard is when he’s tired. For instance he could be standing in the kitchen late at night staring off into space after getting some water. You would slowly creep up to him trying your best not to make any noise. He would let out a startled noise when you pounced on him. He would lean his entire body weight into you catching you off guard sending you both crashing into the kitchen floor. You would groan and weakly whine out his name from underneath him as he sleepily giggled.

Cooking with Lino was always fun, as most of the time it would end up with you sitting at the bar and him doing the cooking, but this time he was behind you guiding you through the recipe. You excitedly bounced your way into the kitchen with Minho right behind you. You expected him to tell you to sit down as he got started. You were a bit confused when he made his way behind you but flushed when he pulled you back into him by your middle. He wouldn’t let go of you the entire time as he guided your every movement hand and arms on top of your own, your back flush with his chest. While you didn’t think it was going to well Minho seemed to have all the confidence in you even if he was guiding you like a puppet through it. It’s moments like those that make Minho not want to let go of you ever.

Changbin, hugs with changbin would also be warm and comforting, but I can see them happening during times of joy. He would be ranting you about his new concept for an upcoming comeback when you all of sudden found yourself wrapped around him. He would stop and probably giggle a little asking where the sudden physical affection is coming from. You would start to feel shy and a bit embarrassed making a move to pull away. Bin would quickly pull you back into him whining about how he was just surprised reciprocating your hug. After that hug bin turned into an absolute baby for your hugs. He’s the type to whine when you two are not touching in any sort of way at all times. Sulking in the practice room while the others are starting to get fed up saying something along the lines of “you literally just saw them.” But of course the others would never understand how much you mean to him.

He especially loves coming home and you’re already asleep curled up in his bed. He’d quickly wash up eager to get into bed with you. Gently sliding beside you, he would wrap his arm around your middle. Holding in his coo as he felt you place your own hands on the arm he wrapped around you and push yourself closer to his chest. Waking up next to him would be in a similar position, just with him being pressed to your chest. And as long as you’re still sleeping when he wakes up he is not going anywhere. He is absolutely infatuated with you and wouldn’t change a single day with you.

Hyunjin, Hyunjin gives off quick gentle hug vibes.. I can’t explain it, but he just seems like the person who favors kisses over hugs so his hugs are always cut short. As you know he’s a busy man so he’d rather leave you with a short hug and a meaningful peck before he’s out the door. He’d hug you before before he’d leave for schedules and after he comes back. He would hug you when you woke up and before you went to bed. In short he hugs you a lot. The amount makes up for the shortness of it all. Now if he’s painting or sketching he absolutely loves when you drape your arms over his shoulders loosely wrapping around them and resting your chin atop his head. He would hum in appreciation with your gentle approach. No words would be exchanged as you watched from above as he moved his hand across whatever surface was in front of him.

A cool breeze made it’s way into the bedroom as Hyunjin joined you in the bathroom for your morning routine. He gently pull you into his side for a quick squeeze before releasing you and joining in brushing his teeth. This was a special morning where he didn’t need to be rushing out of house as soon as he awoke, so when he was finished in the bathroom he waited outside in the bedroom for you. He knew you were starting to get tired of his constant short hugs so he decided to indulge you just this once in a longer warmer hug. Walking out of the bathroom you were instantly enveloped in Hyunjin. You stood confused for a couple seconds but once you realized what was happening you were quick to put your arms back around him. Small tears gathered in your eyes as you realized how hectic everything has been lately. You and Hyunjin both didn’t realize how needed a long hug was until now, and you’d happily stay in your lovers arms forever.

Han, a lot of people see Han as the type of partner to be clingy and always wanting physical affection, not that I also don’t think that, but I also like to think he only likes to show it in the comfort of his own home. Where no one will judge him for being to touchy or clingy with his partner. Another late night kitchen hugger. All it would take was a look from one of you before you both found yourselves in the gentle embrace. He found peace in you and always looked forward to coming home to you after a long day at the company. You two would be completely flush, leaving no room for oxygen to flow between your bodies. Faces hidden in each others neck or shoulder as you just basked in the presence of the other. Enjoying the time you had alone with absolutely no worries or doubts that some one must be doing something wrong.

It was easy to fall sleepy in Hans embrace. You’d catch yourself dozing off in the middle of kitchen with him holding you up. Not that he minds, he loves how comfortable you are around him. You’d both be slowly moving around the kitchen before he caught your arm and dragged you into him. Seeing you really is his favorite time of the day. He knows that he can hug you for as long as he wants without you getting upset with him, without it feeling rushed or watched. He loves when you rake your fingers through the back of his hair, when you softly start to massage at his shoulders. All of the days tension and stress melts off him just by looking at you.

Felix, he hugs you anywhere and everywhere, from behind, from the front, from the sides. He loves when your sitting down because then he just plop his head in your lap and wrap his arms around you keeping you from moving. He loves going shopping with you because then he can wrap his arm around your middle and keep you close to him. He loves when you approach him because then he can wrap around you from the front smothering you with him. He just loves hugs and loves you and you aren’t complaining.

Felix loves shopping with you, he’d probably say it’s his favorite thing ever. He would go store to store with his arm wrapped around your middle because how can he not show you affection when you’re right next to him. He’d only let you go when you wanted to try on clothes after arguing that he should go into the fitting room with you. He would awkwardly stand off to the side waiting for you to either come out and show him or come out and be done. You didn’t have a lot of clothes to try on and the store seemed pretty busy so you didn’t want to hold any other shoppers up. You came out of the fitting room a little pouty because non of the clothes looked how you imagined they would look on you. Felix in response would giggle and tell you that it was ok and you’d try the next store. Your arms would be slightly lifted from your sides just knowing and waiting for his soft touch. You softly smiled as you felt the familiar touch and you started to wonder if Felix even knew about his constant embrace or not. You’d never complain though, it was something you loved about him.

Seungmin, very similar to Han when it comes to only showing physical touch in privacy. Of course in public he would hold your hand if you wanted to, but he would never hug you as to him it was a private showcase of love. At first you thought he was embarrassed to be seen with you, but he quickly reassured you that he just doesn’t feel comfortable showing much physical affection in public. Even in the privacy of your own home he wouldn’t hug you that much. He would gently squeeze you before he left to do schedules but most of the time he chose to show affection in soft touches.

You always hated when Seungmin had to leave for work, it always seemed like it was all day and the time you had together was spent sleeping. But you knew that he couldn’t help it so you got used to the house being empty of him. Of course before he would leave you would wake up much to his disapproval. Most of the time you’d catch him right before he was out the door putting on his shoes. He’d head you coming looking up and seeing you sleepy tumbling around the hallway in his direction. His gaze would soften as he opened his arms for the hug he knew was coming. He would rightly bound you in his arms and squeeze. You just recently started squeezing him back and he loved every second of it. Gently rocking you two in a circle he would release you with one quick squeeze and a kiss in your forehead before promised to be home later and walking out the door.

Jeongin, even though he doesn’t like physical affection all that much, hugs with Jeongin would only happen when you two are cuddling. On the couch, the floor, in bed. To him it feels for meaningful and personal. He wants them to be long, he prefers showing his love for you in ways that last longer than a couple minutes. He’d prefer to be wrapped up in your hold it comforts him in a way.

Laying down on the couch Jeongin was quick to join climbing on top of you. Resting his head in the crook of your neck your arms would come up to rub his back. He released a loud sigh as you felt him start to relax. And at this point you knew it had been a long day for him and expected him to fall asleep sooner rather than later. His hands would come up underneath you and hold onto your shoulders so they weren’t awkwardly sitting at his sides. No words would be exchanged between the two as your hands roamed up to his hair, slowly carding through and detangling it as you went. You knew he fell asleep when soft snores started to escape him. Moving back down to wrap around his back you’d find yourself nodding off not long after.

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Ahhh it’s finally finished, this has been in the works for awhile but I’ve been mostly asleep or in to much pain to finish 😭 I’m sorry if any of the members feel rushed I added bits and pieces for the past month, but I already have another work in process so you won’t have to wait another month 😊 and reblogs/feedback would be much appreciated.

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whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 1 year

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💪🏻 I’d love to make you scream for me, too… 💪🏻

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Changbin x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Changbin crashes your gym session. You and Chan teach him some new things.

✎ CW: Ass play, pegging, fingering, partner sharing, voyeurism, praise, masturbation, dirty language, dirty talk.

✎ Word count: 2,027

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“7… 8… 9… come on, baby, one more. 10! Perfect, great job.”

Chan grabs the bar on your shoulders to help you place it back on the rack.

“Your form was great, do you want to up your weight a bit?” he asks.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead then place your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, I can try. You first, though,” you reply, gesturing toward the squat rack.

Your boyfriend smiles and steps toward the rack, kissing your forehead as passes by. He adds additional plates and prepares to start his set.

“What’s up, fuckers????”

Changbin’s voice echoes throughout the room and he strides in confidently.

“Getting in some late-night lifting, I see. Mind if I join you two?”

“Careful, Bin,” Chan warns as he squats. “She doesn’t like to share me.”

“Who said I wanted you?” Binnie replies to Chan, but sneakily winks at you. He smiles like he’s joking, but you’re not entirely sure.

Chan finishes his set and steps away, leaving the extra weight.

“You’re up, doll,” he says and smacks your ass. “Remember to keep good form, even if you can’t do as many reps. You got this.”

You firmly plant your feet on the floor and push up to the bar with your shoulders, gripping the cold metal. After a deep breath, you lift the bar and step forward to start the set.

The first two are easy, but you wobble a little on the third.

“Hey, hey, hold on,” Changbin says, stepping up behind you. “Keep your chest high, back up straight. Try it again.”

You glare at him in the mirror, but he isn’t deterred.

“Come on, let’s go,” he urges. “We don’t have all night.”

Whatever. You lower your body and the extra weight again — keeping your back straight — and extend your legs again.

“Closer, hold on,” He widens his stance behind you and reaches his arm around to your stomach. “Try another.”

You lower your body again, but this time he moves with you, keeping you steady with his hand.

“Yeah, that’s it. Perfect.”

His left hand goes to your back while his right moves up to hold your ribs, just under your tits. He continues to squat up and down with you until you finish 10.

Binnie helps you put the weight back on the rack, and you step out from under it. You glance at the mirror and see an angry Chan behind you, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He’s staring daggers at his friend.

“Chan, you ok? What’s going on?” you ask.

“Yeah, Changbin, what’s going on, huh?” he says coldly, eyes still fixed on Bin.

You glance back and forth between the two, desperately searching for clues. Changbin’s eyes are nervously aimed at the floor, and his arms are pulled in front of him, in front of… oh.

“Ok, it’s not what you think, Chan, listen…” Changbin pleads with his hyung.

“You show up, start touching her and now you’re hard? Honestly, what are you trying to do?”

Chan’s angry now. That scary, kind of hot angry.

“I’m not trying to fuck her, ok!” Bin exclaims. “Is she hot? Yes! Ok? Yes, y/n is hot, congrats to you. But I don’t want to fuck her, all right?!”

“Sure, yeah, so I should just accept that you don’t want to fuck her but touching her still gets you hard. I swear to god…” Chan threatens, taking slow, deliberate steps toward Changbin. “So, what is it really then, huh? You want her to fuck you?”

Changbin’s face immediately flushes and his eyes widen. Chan’s anger turns to confusion, then realization, then consideration. He looks at you. You softly smile back, signaling you’re down if he is. And he usually is.

“I’ll be right back,” Chan says and quickly turns to leave the gym and head back up to the apartment.

“Chan, wait, what the fuck? … Chan?” Changbin calls out after him, only stopping once the door closes behind his hyung. Then he redirects his attention to you. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

“Don’t be, Binnie,” you assure him. “And if you still want me to, I’ll gladly fuck you.”

“… what?” His mouth actually drops.

“Yeah,” you answer, smiling sweetly. “I fuck Channie sometimes, and I’d love to make you scream for me, too.”

His face is frozen, his lips forming a tiny o. It’s times like these you wished your strap-on was real, so you could understand how amazing it feels to put your hard cock into a sweet, wet, little mouth like Bin’s.

Then the gym door opens and Chan reappears, holding the harness, blue dildo and a bottle of lube in his hands. He can tell by your facial expressions that Changbin has learned how his night could play out, but he misinterprets exactly why his mouth is hanging open.

“Don’t worry, mate, I washed it,” Chan says.

You giggle, but Binnie’s still rock solid — his body and his cock. It’s obvious he’s not gonna start it, so you may as well.

You reach down and slide your thumbs under the elastic at the top of your leggings, slowly pulling them down your legs. Changbin’s eyes follow your movements — he’s entranced.

Once they reach your ankles, you lift your feet to kick the fabric away. Your T-shirt is next, rising above your stomach to expose your new sports bra with the zipper in the front. It was meant as a post-workout surprise for Chan, but you’ll know Changbin will enjoy this just as much.

“Cute, baby,” Chan says. “You buy that just for Bin?”

“Mayybbeeee…” you reply, dragging out the end of the word as you take slow steps toward Changbin. “Do you like my bra, Binnie?”

“Uh… it’s… nice, sure,” he says awkwardly.

“Would you like it better off?” Chan asks.

Your boyfriend walks up behind you, reaching around to grip your breasts over the fabric and massaging them with his big hands. He leans in to kiss your neck and hums into your skin. You relax into his touch, letting your head drop back to his shoulder.

“I want to watch you fuck him,” Chan whispers into the crook of your neck. He captures your bra’s zipper between his fingers, slowly dragging it down. He slides his palms up your chest to the straps, pulling them off your shoulders and exposing your tits. He cups your tits again and runs your hard nipples between his fingers.

“Now, put it on, baby, make him spread his pretty cheeks for you.”

A wicked grin spreads across your lips and Chan helps you step into the harness, securing it around your hips. You slide the dildo into place and aim your eyes at Changbin, who’s hungrily licking his lips.

“Can I kiss you, Bin? Would that be ok?” you ask, closing the remaining distance between your bodies.

“Yeah,” he answers nervously.

“Ok.” You smile at him and wrap your arms around his thick neck. Your closed mouth meets his for a few seconds before you softly run your tongue along his lips to ask for entry. He obliges, and you slip in.

His hands move to your waist, and his upper body relaxes more and more as you kiss. You can tell he’s not fully comfortable yet — and who would be, with Chan watching like that — but he’s doing a pretty good job, considering.

You slide your palms down his muscular chest, to his abs, to his cock. It’s thick and hard for you, just like you knew it would be. You wrap your fingers around him over his shorts, and he moans into your mouth at the welcome touch.

“Want me to blow you a little first? Before I fuck you?” you whisper to him.

“Uhhhh… I don’t know,” he says and looks at your boyfriend. “Is it ok… uh… if… uh… she…”

Chan cuts him off. “She can do whatever she wants.”

You decide this is taking too long and slide down Changbin’s body, quickly pulling his shorts and underwear down to access his cock. You grip the base and angle him into your mouth, staring up at him as you begin to take him in and out, in and out. He’s staring right back almost in disbelief that this is even happening.

Your fingers release their hold on his dick to run down his inner thigh, between his legs. Your pointer finger finds his hole, circling the rim before dipping in.

“Ohhhhhh god,” Changbin moans and his dick twitches in your mouth.

“She’s great, right?” Chan says from the sidelines, his hand working himself under his shorts.

Your cunt tightens at your boyfriend’s praise, and you’re encouraged to fuck Changbin just a little faster with your hot, wet mouth. You continue to finger him slowly, letting him get used to the new sensation. Then your jaw drops and you pull back from his pretty cock.

“Ready for me, Binnie?” you ask him sweetly, still staring up at him from an angle that you know drives men crazy.

“Yes, please,” he moans.

“Please, what?” Chan asks, egging him on.

“Please fuck me, y/n. Please,” Bin begs.

You stand, grab his hand and take him to the nearest bench, bending him over it. You move behind him, bending to rest your chest on his back and put your lips close to his ear.

“It’s gonna be a little cold, baby.”

You look to Chan, holding out your hand. He’s already ready with the bottle open, and he squirts some lube onto your fingers. You reach a hand between Binnie’s cheeks, lining his hole and the inside of him with the gel. You reach back to Chan for another squirt to coat the dildo.

“I’m gonna go slow, ok? Let me know how it feels.”

You angle the dildo into him and inch in slowly, watching his face in the mirror to make sure he’s doing ok. You only push in a little more when you see his jaw unclench.

Once you’re all the way in, he looks at you in the mirror expectantly, and you instruct him on what’s next.

“I want you to take the lead ok? Push back into me,” you say, steadying your feet on the ground and placing your hands on his hips.

He nods at you and takes a breath before leaning forward, then back. He sighs deeply, catching your eyes in the mirror again in a way that gives you pause. But then he grins and continues to move his hips forward and back, faster and faster.

“Let me know if you want me to take over, ok?” you say.

He nods and keeps going, stretching out his pretty hole on your thick dildo. The sounds of moans and skin slapping skin bounce off the mirrors, the floor, the walls — echoing around the room. You glance back at Chan, who’s still stroking his dick and looking at you endearingly.

“Can you… fuck me?” Changbin asks.

“Of course, baby.”

You tighten your grip on his strong hips and begin to thrust. You pick up a good pace, and it’s clear he’s not going to last much longer. You reach around to grab his dick again, timing your strokes with each thrust.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” you whisper in his ear.

“Yes,” he practically yelps.

You stroke him and fuck him and kiss his back until his moans get more disjointed and suddenly he’s cumming on the bench, coating it in sticky, warm liquid.

“Oh my god…” he sighs. You kiss him once more before letting go and pulling out, letting him recover on the bench.

You walk back over to Chan, who’s standing with his hands on his hips, but he’s still hard.

“Great job, sweetheart. As usual,” he says.

“Thanks, honey,” you reply, letting a couple seconds of silence sit in the air as you stare at Bin in absolute ruins. “You’re next.”

Chan furrows his brow, looking down at the strap-on and back to you.

“Don’t worry, mate, I’ll wash it,” you say with a smirk.

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