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princess--af · 11 months

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Nesting Pt 2 (Felix & Changbin)

... Sorry? I have actually been really busy with uni and work since it's EOFY and everything just goes to shit.... Whoops lol. I have the prequel semi-written but it will take a little bit to flush it out. I am on break from uni until 26 June so should be able to work on it and a few more things as long as life doesn't kick me in the ass :)

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Nesting Part 1

You brushed it off as just a noise from downstairs, instead threading your fingers through the soft blonde hair on the nape of his neck, tugging lightly, curious to see what kind of reaction you would get.

You didn’t expect the soft whine Felix let out in response, muffled against your lips, but still clear as day to anyone in the room. “Y/N…” Felix whined, breaking the kiss to tuck his head into your neck, biting down on the junction between your neck and shoulder to muffle his groan when you tugged on his hair harder.

“Felix,” you whined back teasingly. He grumbled something under his breath before resuming his artwork on your neck, sucking almost painful bruises anywhere he could reach. Every time you let out a shaky whine, he would sooth the area with his tongue before moving on, working his way from your jaw, to behind your ear, to the top of your shoulder, down your chest, until your dress stopped him from going further. Huffing, he tried tugging the straps down your arms, determined to get it out of the way so he could keep going.

“Hey, wait, we didn’t talk about-“ you used one hand to cover your rapidly rising and now mostly bare chest, the other instinctively curling around his nape to move him away from your bruised chest. “Felix, you asked to kiss me. I didn’t think we’d be…”

Felix blinked at you slowly, licking his swollen lips, eyes darting from your face to your uncovered chest. You had to be honest with yourself; the way he was looking at you like he was going to devour you whole, made you flustered. And horny. If it weren’t for his body in the way, you would’ve been clenching your thighs together for any kind of friction right now.

“Please stop looking at me like that,” you whispered, not able to look him in the eyes anymore, instead fixing on his chest, smooth and perfect skin peeking out from his silky shirt.

“Like what?”

You startled slightly. Felix always had a deep voice that contrasted his otherwise angelic appearance, but it was now so deep and grumbly, you wouldn’t have thought it was him except for the barest accent that always followed the Australian-native around.

You cleared your throat, moving your hands so they were both covering your chest now, feeling a little insecure with how intensely he was staring at you. “Like you’re going to eat me,” you replied, braving looking him in the eyes now to see his reaction.

His eyes widened minutely for a moment, before curling into sweet little crescents as he laughed. His hands at your sides started wriggling their way underneath your body until you were completely encased in his arms, Felix now nuzzling his head into your chest, nipping at your fingers until you moved them and stopped covering yourself.

“I’d like to eat you…”

He caught the fabric of your dress between his teeth, looking up at you through his lashes, innocently blinking up at you as he moved slowly down your body, the flimsy satin of your dress easily sliding along with his movements until it was bunched at your hips. You flicked your hands out of the straps, breathing out shakily at the devilish grin Felix gave you, nimble hands lifting you slightly to slide the dress the rest of the way off, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

He flung the dress behind him carelessly, and any argument you may have had left your mind when he started leaving open mouthed kisses along the insides of your thighs, hands forcing them open when you instinctively tried to close them. “Stay still for me. No closing these.” You nodded, not quite trusting your voice, tightly gripping the soft blankets beneath you. Felix gave you one more cheeky smile before hooking a finger in the crotch of your panties, tugging the flimsy material to the side and licking one long stripe up your cunt. “Fuck, are you always this wet?” Felix growled into you, latching onto your clit and sucking harshly, rolling the bud between his plush lips, a loud squeak leaving you in response.

“Oh go- Felix.” He had barely begun and he was already leaving you more of a mess than any of your past partners had. His tongue switched between soft, teasing figure eights over the swollen bud, and firm flicks up and down, seemingly intent on driving you crazy and leaving you on the cusp of the edge already.

“Do you think you can cum just from my mouth?” He barely took his mouth of you to ask, the vibrations making you whine and throw your head back. “I think you can. I know you can. Pretty girl will give me anything I want, as long as I lick her pretty pussy, hmm?” The only response you gave was a low moan, hips twitching up off the bed when he gave a harsh suck on the swollen bud. Felix moved his hands to your hips, encouraging your gentle movements, his tongue held steady and firm for you to roll your pussy against.

“Felix,” you whimpered, hands cramping from where you were holding the blankets so tight, hips stuttering to a barely there roll against his mouth. “Felix, please.” You pressed down onto his tongue more, letting out a little sob when he sucked your swollen clit between his lips, tongue flicking quickly and harshly against it, his hands gripping your hips with almost bruising force to prevent you from moving away from his face. “God yes, almost-” You chanced a look down at him, his dark eyes already looking at you, pupils blow down as his mouth brought you to the edge. His teeth scraping lightly against your clit we’re what did it, a cry spilling from your lips as your orgasm washed over you, your whole body shaking as the pleasure worked its way from your ravaged pussy to the rest of your body, Felix’s tongue not stopping its assault on you until you were bucking out of his hold, whimpering and whining that you were sensitive.

Felix gently lowered you back onto the blankets, giving you one last teasing kiss on your mound before perking up onto his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Good?”

You giggle weakly, nodding your head, arms held up for the boy to dive into. Felix tucked his head into your neck, careful not to rest too heavily on your sensitive lower half. It was only then that you noticed the two creamy coloured ears poking out of his blonde hair, tickling your jaw. “Oh, your ears?” Felix simply hummed, and you noticed a flicking in the corner of your eye. “And tail. Am I ignorant or have they not been here the whole time?”

You didn’t get a response from the boy. You began carding your fingers through his hair, scratching tentatively at the base of one of his ears, the soft purring giving away how much he seem to like it.

“They only come out at certain times. Usually when he’s happy.”

The shriek that came out of you was unholy, jumping so violently that Felix fell of you and into the blanket mound next to you. Standing just inside the door, leaning leisurely on the wall, was Changbin.

“I feel very happy when I get to pleasure someone.” Felix stretched out on the blanket next to you, throwing one of your mostly naked body when he saw how surprised you were. “Don’t worry, he’s not angry. He’s probably just jealous.”

Changbin scoffed, but didn’t exactly deny it, pushing off the wall and making his way over to the nest, kneeling on the floor just outside of it. You were curious why he didn’t just get in, but held your tongue. “Did you have fun?”

It was silent for a moment before you realised he had directed the question at you, eyes curious and mouth twitching into a smirk. You glanced at Felix, the hybrid blinking sleepily at you.

“I did. Felix is… quite talented with his mouth,” you whispered the last bit, still a little embarrassed to have been caught. Changbin barked out a laugh, reaching out to ruffle Felix’s hair, ignoring the whine of annoyance as he messed up his hair. “He said you were okay with this.”

“Yeah, I am. I can’t deny him anything he wants, and he’s certain he wants you,” Changbin shrugged, a fond look on his face as he watched Felix struggle to fix his fluffed up hair. You could see how much he loved and adored the young hybrid, and you weren’t sure if you were jealous of Felix for having someone love him so dearly, or of Changbin for being able to love so deeply without consequence. “As long as you don’t let it affect your work, I don’t really care what you do together. You’re both adults, and I trust you’ll both be safe.”

Felix wiggled happily next to you, finally forgetting his hair to launch himself at Changbin and pull him into the nest, rolling around until Felix was tucked between you both, lying on his side, making Changbin curl behind him, the hybrid facing you with a sneaky grin on his face. You copied his position, blanket still hiding your body, lying on your side with your hands tucked in front of you. “Can we play when you’re here, Binnie?”

“Felix!” Both you and Changbin yelled at the same time, Changbin giving a warning tug on Felix’s tail, you simply settling for a glare. It didn’t deter the boy a bit.

“Y/N, I don’t know if you know this, but being part cat means I can smell and hear a hell of a lot more than humans can,” Felix started, batting away Changbin’s hands when he tried to cover the hybrids mouth to silence him. “At first I thought it was just nervousness from being around your boss, but you’re awfully close to each other now, and your heart still flutters whenever Binnie is close-by, and not to weird you out but I can kind of smell when you get turned on…”

Well. You didn’t fucking know he could do all that.

“Binnie also talks A LOT when he drinks, and I know he thinks you’re hot and wouldn’t mind sharing…”

Changbin let out a loud groan, burying his face into the back of Felix’s neck. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but the gasp Felix let out made you think he had bit the boy. They certainly had a thing for biting. “You’re a menace.”

“What do you say, Y/N? He doesn’t have to touch you if it’s weird, but I like sharing, and I want to share these moments,” Felix put on of his hands on your hip, squeezing gently. He began kneading again, squeezing and pulling, almost like he was trying to entice you and pull you closer, but playing it off like it was innocent.

Yeah it was kind of fucking weird, being intimate with your boss watching. All you had to really do was get the idea that he was your boss out of your head, and you would probably really fucking enjoy whatever the pair had to offer you, even if it was only just for a short while.

You let out a sigh before you wiggled closer to Felix, catching Changbin’s eyes from where he was peeking out from behind Felix. You could tell he was smiling, even if you couldn’t see the rest of his face; the sweet crinkles around his eyes gave way to his obvious excitement.

Felix perked up instantly, curling his arm the rest of the way around you so he could pull you flush against his front. His hand gripped the blanket covering you, pulling it away slowly so as to give you a chance to back out. You gripped his shirt between your shaking hands to stop you from pulling it back, feeling awfully more insecure now that there were two of them looking at you.

Sensing you weren’t going to stop him, Felix flung it off the rest of the way, gripping your thigh almost possessively in one hand and pulling it up around his hip, exposing your lower half.

“I’m still a bit sensitive,” you whispered, twitching when his fingers gently circled your clit over your panties. It was a weird sensation; you weren’t used to multiple orgasms to close together, most of your previous partners usually just giving you one as an afterthought after they had already cum. It was a tad painful, but Felix was gentle as he drew light circles on the bud, the pain faded into an almost calming oversensitivity that made your body tingle. You didn’t flinch when you felt another hand tug the soaked material down over the swell of your ass, instead helping to shimmy it down and kicking the material off somewhere with the rest of your belongings. This hand was rougher than Felix’s, but was still soft as it held your leg up so Felix could continue to play, fingers dipping lower until he was teasing your entrance.

“Be gentle, baby,” you heard Changbin mumble into Felix’s neck, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your thigh where he was holding it up. It was all Felix needed to push a finger into you, shushing you softly when you let out a little whimper. You had to remind yourself to relax your body around the intrusion, letting out shaky breaths as Felix thrust his finger in and out, experimentally curling it slightly more each time until he felt you tense up and moan out softly.

“There we go,” Felix giggled, pushing a second finger in to join the first in rubbing against your spot every second thrust into you, leaving you panting in his chest and clenching your body so tightly to try keep his fingers inside that you thought you would cramp up. You growled in frustration at his slow pace, pushing your hips down to chase his fingers whenever they pulled out; as much as you could with Changbin gripping your thigh so hard you could barely move your lower body.

“Please go faster.” You thumped his chest lightly, not even feeling embarrassed at the little laughs that came from the two men.

Felix shifted slightly, getting more comfortable before he really started, arm tensed and shaking violently as he fingered you, pressing against your most sensitive spot almost brutally every time his fingers pushed back into you knuckle deep. You moaned in relief, trailing a hand down to Changbin’s, loosing his grip and leading his hand to your neglected clit. You caught his eye over Felix’s shoulder, shooting him a pleading look.

You could’ve squealed in delight when he began circling your clit, the roughness of his fingers sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

“You gonna cum for us, pretty girl?”

You could barely hear Felix over the obscene wet sounds your pussy was making, growing louder when Felix somehow sped up even more, Changbin matching the speed with the circles he was abusing your clit with.

“Fuck yes.” You threw your head back onto the pillows, baring your throat for Felix to latch onto, the hybrid biting down on your neck and sending you over the edge. You cried out, a mix between moans and whines and genuine sobs as the boys worked you through your second orgasm of the night, your body trembling at the oversensitivity but not wanting to push them away. You could barely feel anything, not even twitching when Felix pulled his fingers out of you, only watching through blurred eyes as he sucked the wetness from his fingers with a smirk, turning his head to give Changbin a heated kiss. If your body wasn’t already depleted of energy for the night, the sight of them kissing would be enough to get you going again. It took you a minute to realise they had stopped, now both levelling you with heated looks.

Felix ducked back into your neck and licked over the wound he had created, Changbin’s hand reaching over Felix to cup the other side of your neck, pressing his fingers into the bruises Felix had created earlier until you were whining out.

“We’re definitely sharing you from now on.”

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mint-yooxgi · 10 months

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Longing - Yandere!Dragon!Changbin

Yandere AU & Dragon AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Changbin X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,678

Warnings: Possessive thoughts, some smutty thoughts, and some minor violent thoughts. Mentions of potential kidnapping, but nothing comes of it. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Again, I feel like I definitely could have made this much more feral than it is, but I think it's good! Dragon Binnie is just a softie at heart, but maybe that's just me hehehe anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Ninth of The Feral Drabbles

That human… Why does he even bother? Doesn’t he know that you’re mine?

The only thing worse than seeing how desperate this imbecile is in getting your attention, is knowing that you fall for it. Every. Single. Time.

Why does somebody as pathetic as him get to love you, and why- why, why, why, why, do you love him back?

I’ve known you for longer, but perhaps it’s the fact that I’ve waited so long to insert myself into your life that you don’t realize what’s right in front of you. I have always been ready and willing to serve you, to love you at a moment’s notice. Yet, none of that seems to matter to you. It’s so frustrating.

No, you would rather be with a mortal who can’t even protect you properly against his friends. He doesn’t stick up for you. He doesn’t defend your honour when they make nasty, pretentious comments against you, right in front of both of your faces. He lets them walk all over you, and does nothing about it!

Believe me, My Jewel, there have been a few times where I’ve had to strongly resist the urge to tear his throat out for remaining silent when those comments clearly affect you so negatively. I see the way you retreat into that shell of yours, one which I long to break you out of. You never have to worry about being too much, or too loud when you’re around me. Anyone who says otherwise will be fried to a crisp.

You should be showered in praise, not hid in a corner and talked down to in order to please others.

Come to me, My Jewel. I will let you shine. I will make you shine.

I just wish you weren’t so guarded around me.

Did I come on too strong? Am I too boisterous?

I thought that’s what you liked…

It must be him. He is the one telling you to stay away from me. He is the one keeping us apart, after all.

Oh, how I long to tear that bastard limb from limb. Only, that would make you upset, wouldn’t it? I would hate to be the reason that My Jewel loses her sheen, even if you aren’t aware of it. The guilt alone would eat me alive. Besides, it’s not like you don’t love him.

I hate that. More than anything.

The fact that your love is wasted on someone so weak, someone so… undeserving makes me sick.

I have spent countless days and nights preparing for our life together, only for this bastard to steal you away from me. I cleaned my hoard. I rearranged the furniture. Hell, I even started decorating our nest with more things that I know you like. Only, my efforts were all in vain.

I wasn’t quick enough.

Do you not see the way I look at you? I know he does, and I know that he’s threatened by it. I am one of the strongest dragons in this territory, and I am not afraid to assert my dominance over him if need be.

I could take you by force. After all, dragons are notorious for stealing that which they desire most, especially when they wish to add such beauty to their collections. Only, I can’t bring myself to do that to you. I’m not like that, and I don’t want you to despise me. If you’re going to want me, it will be of your own free will, not because I’ve forced you to.

Which is why my situation frustrates me to no end. So badly do I want to tear you away from that no good, disgusting, vile - well, you get the point - man. However, I also know that it would devastate you. I need you to leave him of your own volition, not because I ate him in a fit of jealous rage.

Oh, how I’ve longed to torment him, too. He stole you away from me, and despite how I pride myself on how civil I can be, I have never wanted to lose control so badly before. It would be so easy, too. I could even make it look like an accident…

I won’t lie, I have thought about the various ways in which I could torment and torture him for what he’s done to us. Sometimes, those thoughts help me fall asleep, but then I picture you resting in my arms, and I manage to calm myself down.

You just have that affect on me. You make me want to be better - do better. I want to make you happy, and I will. I promise you that.

Eventually.

I’m working on a plan to help drive you into my arms, and after what I witnessed tonight, I’ll be putting it into motion much sooner, rather than later.

I almost lost my temper tonight, My Jewel. Something that has not happened to me in years. However, seeing that- that- that thing with his hands all over you drove me insane.

Doesn’t he know not to touch the art? Priceless artifacts are meant to be shown off and displayed, not for grimy hands to smear dirt all over their beauty.

Well, unless you’re a dragon like me. Then, it’s okay. At least I know how to take care of treasure, and that’s exactly what you are, Jewel. You are the finest treasure this world has ever seen, and I will spend every day of the rest of our lives proving that to you.

Though, please don’t think I view you as some kind of trophy. I may consider you to be the greatest Jewel in my collection, but that does not mean I see you as an object. I wouldn’t be going to such great lengths to have you if I did, and I never want you to think that. I don’t own you, but I will admit, long since have I desired to be able to call you mine. I desperately want you to call me yours, too.

I will protect you. I will provide for you. Anything and everything that you could ever dream of. I want to make all of your dreams come true, and then some. You honestly have no idea what you mean to me, what you do to me. So badly, I want to spend time with each other, getting to know every minuscule detail about the other’s interests and hobbies. Then, I want to partake in them all with you.

You, and you alone.

There is nothing I desire more than your happiness, and I know for a fact that you will find the greatest joy when you’re with me.

Honestly, My Jewel, when it comes down to it, I desperately long to please you. In any and every way I can. In every and any way imaginable.

I want to cook for you. I want to cook with you, and see you smile at me when I eventually fuck up the recipe because despite my best efforts, I am a horrible cook. They say it’s the thought that counts, though, right?

I want to go for walks together, exploring places you could never have thought up even in your wildest dreams. I want to show you my hoard, and let you pick out the finest of gems so I can make you a crown, a necklace, a ring. Anything to have you shining like the Jewel I know you are.

More than all of that, though, I want everyone to know that you’re mine, and I’m yours.

I want to please you in every intimate, intricate way you’ll let me. I adore you, My Jewel, and I just wish that you could see that.

I certainly adore you more than he does.

Does he even know how to please another person? Fuck, I was getting so heated watching his pitiful attempts to bring you pleasure. Even I could tell you were faking it.

Don’t you know you’d never have to fake anything with me? I would kill to be able to touch you, My Jewel. I have long since desired to learn every aspect of your body so that only I can be able to bring you the utmost pleasure in the most intimate of ways.

Let me get lost in the heat that radiates from between your legs. Let me spend hours licking at every part of you, until the only thing you can think about is the way my tongue feels on your skin. I want my name to be the only thing you can utter from those sinful lips of your, moaning praises meant for me and me alone.

Let me roam my hands all over that delectable body of yours. Let me carve my marks into your skin, so that everyone will know who has loved you in the most fulfilling of ways. I long to know what your body feels like pressing against my own, your arms wrapped around my back as your hands pull me in closer. I want your nails carving your own marks into my skin, claiming me as your own.

I’d let you see my wings. Hell, I’d even let you touch them as I’m making love to you. Maybe I’ll even tease you with my fangs, and my claws. A little bit of danger which in the throws of passionate loving never hurt anyone. Besides, I believe it would make things a bit more thrilling, don’t you?

Please, My Jewel, let me fulfill our greatest desires as one. Let me claim you as my own, and mark you with the most sacred of intimacies I know how. I promise you’ll never know fear, you’ll never know doubt. Only happiness, and an unquestionable, unshakable loyalty and love from the one who has always been desperately devoted to you from the start. The one who has been longing for your embrace far before I even knew what this feeling bursting inside of my chest was.

Please, just let me love you.

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etherealinowrites · 1 year

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breeding with changbin

pairing- female reader x seo changbin

wc- 500 or something

warnings- lingerie, explicit graphic smut, degradation, praise, edging, breeding kink, cream pie, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl please), minors dni

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“so pretty, all dressed up.” he mumbled once he had situated himself between your thighs. “all for me to breed.”

he placed a kiss on your lips, making you arch your back from the intensity of it. his fangs made themselves busy in grazing every inch of your lace clad body as he pulled at your heart strings with his touch.

“oh god changbin-.” you moaned as he kneaded your breast and he smirked as he led his lips down to your jaw, trailing them down to your neck.

“god i cant wait to fill this little pussy with my cum.” he grunted, pushing his fingers on your dripping pussy as you moaned at the sudden contact. “fuck you’re so wet already. just by me voicing out what i want to do to you?”

“yes yes god yes changbin-“ you whimpered, moving slowly to gain some relief down there.

“such a lovely girl for me.” he praised you, rubbing slow circles on your pussy as he settled in between your legs. “wonder how good you’ll be with my babies inside you.”

“keep making those noises for me yeah?”

he unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring free as he stroked it.

he leaned ahead, grazing the tip to your folds as he spread your slick around, making you buck your hips.

“easy, easy angel.” he cooed, placing his hands on your thighs as he teased you with his tip.

“fuck, changbin just fuck me already.” you whined, lifting your hips to signal him to move in.

“yeah, baby too impatient for me to fuck her? you want to be filled with my cock? want me to thrust my cum into you?”

“yes yes oh my god changbin fucking fill me up please-.” you begged, making changbin release a deep groan as ge finally eased his cock in.

“fuck, i just slide right in.” he grunted, face contorted in pleasure as he resisted the urge to pound into you.

“yes just like that bin…” you moaned as he set a regular pace, hitting all the spots that had you curling your toes. “fucking fill me bin.”

“oh i will-.” he growled. “my girl, i will fill you up nice and good.” he fastened his pace, bucking his hips into yours as his balks slapped your ass rhythmically.

“do you feel it, do you feel how hard you make me huh? cant wait to fucking blow this load in you, make you nice and big with my babies.” he grumbled, pounding into you mercilessly as he chased his high.

“come on baby.” he cooed, bringing his fingers down to massage your clit, making your thighs shudder. “come with me baby.” he egged you on, hitting deep inside you with such a force that you came with a heart wrenching cry.

“changbin!!!” you moaned as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own.

“yes fuck, yes yes.” he praised you, still going strong. “let me fuck you good, let me fill you up.”

“yes yes changbin, fill me up with your cum please. want to carry your babies.”you begged making changbin groan as he released into you, hips shuddering as he came with a loud moan.

“fuck your pussy is perfect.” he whimpered, breathing deeply.

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yootaesowlwrites · 7 months

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Go Ahead, Touch It - Seo Changbin

W/C: 2.9K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

“Go ahead. touch it.” + “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Warnings: Smut, nudism, masturbating, handjob, blowjob, pet/nicknames, teasing, cum tasting, deep throating, oral, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Changbin sits on the bed with his back propped against the headboard, his hand around his cock and low groans leaving him as he was spreading his pre-cum over his cock, you weren’t expecting this view when you walked into the room, your eyes immediately fell to his cock that was glistening from his arousal, your eyes widen and your lips part as you let out a gasp, you could feel your mouth water instantly from the sight, he watches you with a smirk on his lips, as if he had been waiting for you to catch him, his eyes were dark and hooded.

“Go ahead, touch it,” He says, you step forward as if you’re in a trance and climb onto the bed, slowly crawling your way closer to him, he bites his bottom lip as he watches you get closer to him. You straddle his lap once you reach him and wrap your hands around the base of his cock, he pulls his hand away immediately as a low groan leaves him. “Fuck…” You slide your hands along his length, feeling the sticky residue slowly spreading over your palms and fingers.

“So hard and so wet, Bin,” You coo and look up at him, you watch him squirm at your words. “Is this all for me? Were you waiting for me?” You watch his lids flutter and his chest heaves up and down quickly as his breathing becomes deeper. You twist your hands around his cock, making him buck his hips at the friction.

“Y/n… baby,” He mumbles, becoming lost in the pleasurable sensation you were causing him, his hand couldn’t even compare to yours, to what you were doing to him. “Fuck…” You lower your gaze and watch as his muscles tighten each time your hands glide along his cock, your thumb rubbing over the slit before disappearing again, you slide one of your hands lower and cup his balls. “Fu-fuck,” You smirk as you hear him stutter. Your fingers carefully knead into his balls, while your other hand slide up and down his length, making sure to circle your thumb over the slit of his cock.

“Feels good?” You whisper, his hips buck, and you see his stomach muscles twitching and pulling, his thigh muscles flex underneath you and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride growing inside you, knowing that you were causing this response from him.

“Fuck, yes,” He breathes out, his voice rough as he spoke. “So good,” You nod your head and lick your lips before you lean over, you feel his legs twitch as the tips of your hair brush against his thighs. “Shit…” You look up at him, and he swore he would come undone right then and there, you looked like sin staring up at him. “Babyyyy,” He whines out as you blow directly at the head of his cock, his hands grip onto the bedding, and you watch as veins slowly begin to pop out on his arms. “Oh, gguhhh,” Your thumb rubs over the tip of his cock, feeling how cold you’ve blown his arousal.

“You sound so pretty for me, Bin,” You mutter before flattening your tongue at the head of his cock and licking around it, purposely avoiding his slit. “Hmm, so good,” You could taste the saltiness spreading in your mouth, before licking a stripe down as your hand moves down to the base of his cock.

“Hmpf, hmm,” He whimpers, tugging at the bedding more. “Y/n… babyyyy,” The feeling of your warm tongue gliding along his cock was making his mind spin, and the way you looked right now. “Baby…” Dirty, sinful and lucky were the words circling in his mind as he watched you with intensity. Your tongue curls around his length as you slide your tongue back to the head of his cock. “I’m…” Your hair was tickling his thighs as your head was moving, and the feeling was only enhancing the ecstasy feeling he was experiencing. “Not go-going…” And you knew, you knew he wasn’t going to last long, you weren’t expecting him to. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock without warning and take him into your mouth with such speed that he barely had time to process what was happening.

“BABY!” He screams as he felt your warm mouth engulf his cock, your eyes not waving once as you stared up at him, keeping eye contact with him as you took more of him into your mouth. “I’M NOT GONNA…” Your tongue slides along the underside of his cock, directly over the prominent vein that decorated his cock. You could feel your saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth and running down his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, and he was going crazy over that feeling. “BABY!” You twist your hand around the base of his cock while your other hand squeezed his balls, you were breathing loudly through your nose before your oxygen was cut off when you started taking him down your throat. “FUCK, BABY, BABYYY” The feeling of your throat closing down around his cock caused him to squeeze his eyes shut.

Tears burned in the corner of your eyes and your lungs were slowly starting to scream for air, and he could feel your throat squeezing his cock, milking him to cum in your mouth, down your throat, his hips buck up and his cock slide further down your throat, your tears spill down your cheeks at the burning feeling, you could feel your panties becoming wet as your arousal seeps through them, you were sure your pants were going to be ruined as well.

“Baby, baby, Y/n, fuck, I…” His words were fast as he spoke, it was like he was chanting without taking a breath in between. “Fuck… I,” You slowly pull him out your throat and hallow your cheeks as you do, you watch his stomach muscles clench before you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, you take in a deep breath of air through your nose before you felt hot liquid spilling into your mouth. “FUUUCK!” You bob your head up and down over his cock, getting him through the high as you try to swallow at the same time, but a mess was quickly being made at spills from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, fuck like that, oh my… fucking,” You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to focus on swallowing what you could while trying to keep your breathing as even as you possibly could, which was impossible considering how turned on you felt and what you had just done.

“Baby…” He sighs out, his hips lower down to the bed as his body slowly begins to relax after going through such an intense high. You pull away from his cock with a loud pop, causing his body to shake at the feeling of your lips releasing him, you squeeze his balls one last time before pulling both your hands away and sitting back on his thighs. “Fuck…”

“Was it good?” You ask, he nods his head as he stares at you with satisfying eyes, a lazy smile on his lips, Sweat coats his chest, and you could see it starting to roll down. “Feeling tired now?”

“Hmm…” He hums. You place your hands against the crease of his hips before slowly lifting your hips off his lap, he grabs onto your wrist, causing you to pause mid-move to look at him. “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower,” You say. You watch as he sits straighter, face now inches away from yours, and it feels like your breath was caught in your throat for a moment. “I… should…”

“You should?” He asks. You slowly nod your head and moments later you found yourself on your back and Changbin on top of you. “No, what you should do is let me now take care of you,” He reaches for your shirt and pulls it upwards along with your help, you immediately reach behind you to unclasp your bra and get rid of his while his hands slid along your sides before his fingers curl around your waistband, and he pulls your pants along with your panties down. He lifts your pants and inspects them, quickly finding a wet patch had formed through them and your panties were soaked. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty horny thing, aren’t you?” His lips touch your lower stomach as he tosses the fabric aside. “And be a good girl and spread your legs,” You feel your walls clench at his words before complying and opening your legs wider for him, a loud squelch goes through the air as your folds pull apart and open for him. “Fuck…” He kisses down your mound before he comes face-to-face with your soaked pussy. “So fucking wet from sucking me and swallowing my cum.”

“Bin… do something, fuck,” You say, you were so desperate for his touch, you needed to feel it on your needy, aching pussy. He just came, but he could feel his cock twitching just seeing your pussy glistening with your juices, you were practically ready for his cock and for a second he wished he had pulled you up and stripped you down to fuck into your sopping hole. Your legs twitch as you feel his fingers touch your folds and push them more open for him before you felt his tongue on your clit, you reach down with one hand and curl your fingers into his locks and lift your hips, pushing your pussy against his face. “Fuck…”

You could feel his fingers slide along your folds and move to your inner folds as his song slides over your clit in a long lick before it disappears and reappears but lower, you feel your muscles tensing up as his fingers begin to slide up and down your folds, adding to the sensation already spreading inside you.

“Bin, fuck…” You whimper as you feel his tongue reach your slit and lick all the way up to your clit before his lips wrap around the sensitive nub, and his fingers easily slip into your wet hole and curl them, you could hear the squelch from your wetness when he did. “Fuck… I…” You were almost positive that he could push his entire hand into you with how wet you were. “Biiiin,” Your head turns sideways, pleasure was slowly blooming inside you, and you could feel heat travelling through your veins, causing sweat to build up on your skin and the bedding to stick to your back. His fingers thrust in and out of you while curling against your walls every now and again.

“Hmm,” He hums against your clit, although it sounded like a growl, and the sound caused your walls to clench and your clit to twitch while your mind was thrown into the clouds, you close your eyes and let the sensation go through and take control of your mind and body.

“Bin, fuck…” You moan as you feel your body becoming light as a knot of tension was building inside you. “Bin, I… more,” And then you feel him tug at your clit and his fingers plunging deeper into you, you didn’t think it was possible for them to go any deeper. “FUCK, BIN!” Your back arches and your hips push up, pushing your pussy into his face again. “BIN!” Your hips continue to move against his face, as if you were riding it. “OH, OH!” A third finger slips into you, and you feel almost full as he moves his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. “BIIIIN!” His other hand grabs onto your thigh, holding it firmly in his grip. He abruptly pulls away from your clit, and you feel the tension that was building at a rapid pace suddenly slow down. “Noooo.”

“You taste so good,” He says. “I’m hard again,” Your walls clench around his fingers, and you feel his thumb press down against your clit to give the nub attention as he spoke. “You got me rock hard again, baby,” Your mind was spinning, you weren’t sure for how long he was sucking your clit and pounding his fingers into your pussy, but it had to have been long enough for him to get hard again. “You get me hard so fast again, just hear your moan for me and see how wet you’re for me…”

“Fuck me,” You breathe out, keeping your eyes shut. “Fuck me, Changbin, get your fingers out of me and put your cock in,” You needed to feel him inside you, you wanted to come undone with his cock inside you. He quickly pulls his fingers from you and moments later you feel the head of his cock push into you easily, your hand falls from his hair, and you find one of his arms to grip onto.

“So fucking… wet,” He groans out, your back arches as you feel his hard length entering you and stretching your walls as they should be stretched and filled you how you wanted to be filled. His hands grip your hips and lift them from the bed, pushing his cock deeper into you and reaching that sweet spot inside you.

“BIIIINN!” You scream out, you wanted to turn sideways as the pleasure courses through at such intensity. “FUCK, RIGHT THERE!” You could feel tears burning in your eyes, the pleasure all felt so much.

“FUCK!” He loudly groans, he was still sensitive from earlier, and he could feel it as your walls squeezed around his cock, already milking him to cum inside you. He barely gave a moment for both of you to adjust before he pulled his hips back, pulling out of you halfway before slamming back into you, making you gasp and shake with pleasure, your nails dig into his skin as his pace picks up.

“FUCK, OH FUCK!” You scream, seeing the specs of specks of dust that had formed behind your eyes becoming bigger and flying by faster, the sound of your wetness fills the air along with the sound of your moans and his groans. “CHANGBIN!” The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, you could feel the knot inside you building rapidly again. “CHANGBIN!”

“Y/N, FUCK!” He grunts out, you could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck from how wet your skin was with sweat. Your toes curl as you feel a hot tingling sensation travelling up your legs, your other hand grabs the bedding, and you bunch it up in your fist.

“CHANGBIN!” You cry out as you feel your mind falling into a pool of ecstasy. “FUCK!” Your body begins shaking and a sudden wave of pleasure crashes into you, pulling the tension that was building inside you apart, he could feel the moment you came undone around him, your walls were pulling rapidly, and he could feel your cum splattering onto his thighs as he thrusts into you. “FUCK, OH UHHMM!” You push your head into the mattress as stars fly past your eyes.

“FUCK, fuck, yes,” He groans out, feeling his cock twitching. He didn’t expect to last long with how sensitive he felt already, but now feeling your walls milking him hard, it dawned on him that he was seconds away from coming undone. “YYYY/NNN!” You could barely hear his whine with how high in the clouds you were, your heart drummed loudly in your ears as you were going through your high.

“CHANGBIN!” You scream, his hips stutter momentarily before he pushes them against yours, hot ropes of cum spill into you, making you whine loudly at the feeling. He lowers your hips to the bed and leans over you, burying his head between your breasts, and groaning against your chest as he comes undone. Your grip on his arm loosens before you completely release it, and you lay it down on the bed, your body slowly calms down, and you were left to catch your breath. “Bin…” You whisper as you feel his hips wiggle against yours.

“So good…” He mumbles against your chest before lifting his head to look at you. “You are… too good to me,” You release the beddings and lift your hand to gently slide it along his back. “Fuck… I swear if I knew you were this wet, I wouldn’t have cum in your mouth,” You chuckle and shake your head.

“You would have burst immediately,” You say, he nods his head, not bothering to deny that fact. “But now, I really need a shower, you too,” He pushes himself to sit on his knees, his cock slipping out from you with a squelching sound. “Fuck…”

“Fuck, I agree…” He mutters as he slowly climbed off the bed. “Let me go heat the water for us, take your time,” You watch him disappear into the bathroom before hearing the water being turned on, you climb off the bed and glance at it, seeing how wet it was from his load and now your mixed releases.

“We need clean bedding also!” You say as you enter the bathroom, he was already in the shower, waiting for you, the glass already fogging up from the hot water. “My hair needs washing, can you help me, Mister Seo?” You say with a smile stretched across your lips as you step into the shower, closing the door behind you.

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The Pompous Lawyer II

Pairing: Changbin x afab!reader

Word count: 13.7k (WOOPS FR THIS TIME)

Genre: enemies to lovers

Warnings: 18+ explicit minors do not interact. Choking, kissing, arguing, mentiosn of naked body, handjob (m receiving), penetration, orgasm, dirty talk.

Tag list: @seo--changbin @j-0ne25 @cb97whoree

@kpopsstuffs

Note: HEY guys, its been a while. This took me a long time to write i am very much sorry :(((( I hope you enjoy and i hope everyone is doing well. I also appreciate all the support that I have received in my absence as well <3 Inspo is (here) (also psa thats literally visual porn you have been warned!!)

Summary: The case had not progressed, seeing as the two of you chose to spend the time together doing something else. But going back to the bickering enemies you were before may be harder than it seems.

The smirk on Felix’s face was apparent when he saw you walk into the break room, ready for another day of work. At this point in time, it was best for you to ignore his presence, you wanting to at least enjoy one sip of coffee before being berated.. It was also your luck that he was enjoying a light hearted chat (or so you thought) with your rookie, Hyunjin, out of all people, before they both went silent, waiting for you to take up the empty seat at their chair. Your best friend’s mouth was already open before your elbows could even relax on the table.

“Did you do it or not?”

A hand came to your chest as you rapidly placed your cup on the empty table, leaning forward as the liquid barely had time to swallow before choking, hard, the coffee going every pathway except your throat..

“That’s the first thing you ask at your grown up age?”

He shrugged, unbothered by your criticism as he continued looking, waiting for an answer to his ludicrous question. You had two options; lie and tell Felix that it was just a brief consultation, leaving him with no further questions and him continuously being suspicious, or tell him the truth and live a life of never ending embarrassment.

“Just answer Y/n.”

Hyunjin had never received a death glare so terrifying in his life.

“Is that how you talk to your T.O?”

“Stop deflecting,” Felix whined, hitting you on the knee, “did you do it or not?”

“No,” you laughed, the exaggeration of your chuckle making it obvious that you were lying, “it was just a brief consultation and beginning of preparation for the trial seeing as it’s next week.”

“Sure it was,” the rookie smirked, tongue poking the inside of his cheek before you stormed out of the room; being ganged up on wasn’t something that you wanted to deal with right now. Sitting at your desk and recording a stack of torturous paperwork was somehow much better than your best friend and rookie prying into your personal life,, together.

It did not take long for them to follow, forgetting the convenience being that your desks were right next to each other. You decided to ignore them, letting your fingertips type away on the raised keys in front of you. It was only a matter of time before you knew that there would most certainly be a time where you had to face the consequences of your actions. Did you regret it? The logical part of you was saying a little. This had to be some sort of conflict of interest, any kind of vocabulary that could be applied to this situation was being applied. Mixing business and pleasure was probably not the greatest idea. Wanting to take back what happened yesterday evening would be the right thing to do; but being smart was tiring. Letting your brain shut off for a brief moment to enjoy the pleasures of life that was physical gratification from your enemy really wasn’t so bad, right? It was nice for now, mainly because it was all you had roaming around in your mind.

That was, of course, until you saw the wide doors of the precinct open, and saw the pompous lawyer, with his ridiculously priced suit, compromising shirt that showcased way too much, and that stupid briefcase that had the gold plating on the exterior seams. God, it was so fucking annoying. The way you knew that your eyes would immediately dart to his handsome features. His sharp eyebrows, slicked back hair, his lips. Fuck. His lips were something you already noticed prior to your rendezvous, but now it was a whole different story, with a whole new meaning behind it. His walk was elegant, like all of a sudden he changed the way he strutted, still like he owned the place, but for some reason it wasn’t as annoying. You were kidding yourself if you were unaware of why your perception had changed so suddenly. Your eyes quickly darted back to the computer screen. It was better to ignore him at the station. All the officers had spoken before, and you would rather truly die than for it to come out here, from him, or you in the heat of the moment, out of all places. It was also just less of a mindfuck. Not having Changbin in your sight was not going to leave your mind trailing to what might be.

“Y/n quick Changbin is here!”

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath, “if he asks tell him I’m not here.”

Your fall to the floor was sudden, hitting the top of your head in the process. The thud could be heard from a mile away, the painful groan following as well. It wasn’t a coincidence that you were under the huddle of your desk, and the name of the pompous lawyer had been mentioned. When you were back on your knees, visible to your coworkers, cussing them out seemed like the perfect option.

“Are you guys fucking serious-”

“Y/n?”

The anxiety in your stomach rose when you heard Changbin’s voice. The pompous lawyer was standing right there, and boy, did he catch you red handed. You were facing him, eyes at length with his own as you looked up at him. That smirk. That used to be the evil fucking smirk that now makes the hairs on your arms raise straight up in stature. The spiral was immense, immediate as soon as your eyes were on him. From the time you left his office last night, to when you drove home, ate your dinner, slept, woke up, and came to work. It was easy to be in denial. Easy to never come to the realization of ‘holy fuck I slept with someone I hate.”

But when the situation, AKA, Changbin, was staring you in the face, the feeling of denial was practically non-existent. All the memories of him flooded back in an instant. A heavy gulp swallowed in your throat, eyes wide as he continued to ponder down at you, and you hated that your mind immediately went to the gutter, mouth watering at the implication of being on your knees in front of this man. You could even see the pompous lawyer clench his jaw for a brief moment, another immediate shift in his demeanor as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Are you hiding under the table?”

“What? No I,” you huffed, not protecting your head and hitting it, again, one hand holding the base of your head, the other leaning on your desk to help you rise back to your feet. God this was fucking embarrassing, and your two cowokers snickering behind you was not helping the embarrassment at all.

“I just dropped my pen.”

The pompous lawyer crouched down, bending his knees all the way as his eyes scanned the indoor concrete flooring, not a pen in sight. His devil coated smirk covered his face as soon as his knees came back 180 degrees. Fuck your life. That fucking smirk! Before, it was the bain of your existence. The sole reason behind your anger and overall frustration with arrogant lawyers, district attorneys; basically anyone that you had to work with that wasn’t police or innocent civilians. But now, that smirk carried so many connotations. The flashbacks were immediate as you tried so hard to suppress and deny the ideas flooding your brain like a dam wall when there is a rain storm. Your heart rate accelerated, and the temperature of the precinct suddenly felt a little too hot. All you could do was stand there, looking at him wide eyed, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

“I didn’t see any pens there.”

“Hello Changbin,” Felix chimed in, a rather unusual grin when looking at the pompous lawyer, “how’s the trial prep going?”

The smirk on his face dropped immediately. The color drained from his face, the complexion of a ghost-like complexion covering his skin. He was now panicking, bad. There had been no time to get your stories straight. Did Felix know? Did he not? Changbin had way too much pride to tell a stranger, let alone someone he knew was your close friend, to him, about his private life. One that involved colleagues and criminal justice moreso. He also found it strange. Strange that Felix firstly used his name without mumbling it under his breath, and secondly, actually asking a question, inquiring about something that had nothing to do with him. The look of stress was a sigh of relief, knowing that the pompous lawyer completely forgot that he had caught you out.

“Uh good,” he quickly acknowledged, giving Felix his attention for all of 10 seconds, before turning to you again, “I actually came here to talk to you about that.”

“Oh,” you nodded, nothing remotely close to a smile, “can we talk later today? I just have a lot of paperwork that I need to get done by patrol time which is in,” you paused, taking a quick glance at the digital watch on your wrist, “1 hour.”

Changbin let out a nervous laugh.

“You can’t talk now?”

“No,” you huffed, “I just said that. Surely there is another reason you’re at the precinct?”

He shook his head, biting down on his bottom lip. Fuck it really shouldnt turn you on as much as it just did.

“What,” you chuckled, “haven’t got any clients in detention right now?”

“Uh-uh,” he smiled again, “I just came to talk to you quickly and then I have a meeting in the building next door.”

Your heart rate increased rapidly at his words; and that smile. God that fucking smile. It was too nice to look at, his lips making yours turn up in unison, eyes glued to the floor as it was much too intimidating to maintain eye contact with him at this moment. The tension felt thick, and the room suddenly felt like everyone else had disappeared, the two of you only existing in this space. A small giggle erupted from your lips, yet another reminder of what happened that last time only the two of you shared a space. The space solely between the two of you felt like it was getting smaller itself.

“Ah-ahem.”

The sweet little moment was interrupted by the burning craters that were 2 pairs of eyeballs burning the left side of your face. You turned to them, a smile wiped off your face the moment you saw their grins. You tucked your hair behind your eyes, snapping back into reality mode. An immediate spark of anger rushed through your body, for two different reasons. One was that everything you told yourself in the morning, to deny and suppress. Secondly, the fact that you had been caught out, and humiliated in front of the two people that you interacted with the most during work hours. Now it would be even harder to deny.

“Ok so I’ll talk to you later?”

“What time?”

“I should be done patrol at like 3.”

“Okay well I’m busy after 3 so can I just talk to you now?”

“No,” you snapped, frustration increasing from Changbin not listening to you, “I just said that I can’t.”

“It’s going to take 10 minutes. Surely you can spare that?”

“Why? Because my work is not as important as yours?”

“No,” he scoffed, scratching his face out of his own frustration, “because I need to tell you before the end of the day.”

“Okay well I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

The sound of the precinct was softening, the sounds of other conversations coming to a halt, the only one that could be heard was the two of you with your in character bickering. People were starting to look, but you would not let Changbin get the last word out of you; this was always the case. He said nothing, jaw clenching at your non-compliance.

“Can’t you just tell me now, at this desk?”

“No,” he mumbled, “it’s kind of private.”

“Just say it now I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“What part of it’s private do you not understand?”

“Changbin if it’s about the case you can say it, everyone knows who he is.”

The pompous lawyer panicked, trying to say anything to keep your attention that he was so desperate for.

“So you,” he sighed, hesitating before he spoke again, “ so you want me to tell everyone that he said you’re a bad cop and he knew from the day he became your T.O?”

The look on your face was unexplainable.You were speechless. An immediate pang, which felt like a gunshot, shot straight to your heart. It should have made you more angry. Fuming that he would say something like that. But really, it just made you sad. It was genuinely hurtful, even though he was a criminal, to hear someone that you were so close to and looked up to speak ill of you. The hundreds of times he had said to your face how proud they were. It was all a lie.Suddenly the air felt thick, making it hard for you to catch your breath, gasp, breathe for air, the walls were closing in, and there was nowhere to escape.

He, Changbin, could read it on your face. He couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was, but he knew that something wasn’t right. It was an emotion he had never seen on your face before. You were speechless, he was also speechless. The guilt hit him like a truck, twisting in his gut like the actions of a murderer with a knife. He stepped forward, a hand coming to your shoulder, but it was too late, your back was turned, and the closest free interrogation room felt like the right place to be as you locked the door behind you. A tear threatened to spill from your duct, finger immediately wiping any possible remnant of clear liquid before it could make a mark as you sat in the chair nearby as thought after thought after thought ruminated in your stress riddled mind.

It wasn’t a surprise to hear a knock on the door. It was a surprise, however, that when your eyes peeked through the small glass window that covered the center of the door, it was the pompous lawyer that had come to your rescue. You quickly ducked down, praying that he didn’t see you.

You shouldn’t be mad at him, but he really was the last person you wanted to see at that moment. It was too late though, the click of the door easily audible and now it was him, in the same room, looking at you, huddled up on the floor. The list of things to be embarrassed about was becoming easier to identify.

“Hey,” he mumbled, the volume of his voice lowering, practically non-existent at the last letter of the greeting. You quickly stood, humiliated that it was not the first time this day he had found you like this. You said nothing, a quick sniffle escaping your nose as you stood to face him.

“Look, Y/n, I-”

“Did he really say that?”

Changbin let out a heavy sigh as he averted your gaze, “I don’t think he meant it.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, genuine confusion expressed over your facial features. You began to pace back and forth, index finger in your mouth as your brain began to rewire itself. Trying to think of every single moment you shared with your T.O. Were there times on the job that he was doing dirty things behind your back? How did he do it? There was no doubt in your mind he was guilty, but the situation never failed to play games with your mind. It was a vicious cycle. Wanting to help him, but remembering he did everything you stood against, questioning why, how, trying to convince yourself he was a good person, and repeat. It was in fact where your mind was right now, and he could see it. It was written all over your face. Although you were ‘special’ as he said, you were not the first person to testify for a client of his that had a reaction like this.

“Why would he say that though? It makes no sense.”

You continued to pace, making him worried very much so. Although he hated your guts, seeing you in this kind of anxiety, it made him feel for you. He stepped forward, attempting to prevent you from pacing back and forth, but it was no use. You were much too deep in thought.

“Y/n.”

Nothing

“Y/n.”

His tone increased in volume the more you ignored him.

“Y/n,” he sighed again, “y/n?”

Fuck he did not enjoy being the lack of being acknowledged in the slightest. The blight on his ego was simply too big.

“That’s it.”

He huffed, pacing over and perfectly timing his attack so that he could nip at your wrists, pushing your body weight backwards and against the door, hands above your head, just like last night. The look in the pompous lawyer's eyes, however, was slightly different. Not close to being as gentle or placid at the last time your proximity was so close. It took your mind out of that toxic loop instantly, the only noise you could make was a gasp. Maybe you blanked. Maybe you just completely dissociated, because you really had no idea how you ended up here, again, pinned against a hard surface, Changbin the one pinning you down. Brows still furrowed, a frustration was rising on your chest. No matter how hard you pushed, he would not budge. He was simply too strong for you. The thought made your heart race. Your chest was heaving up and down, breathing heavily as your body tried to make up for the pacing that was most definitely a workout for some, and you as well apparently.

“What are you doing?”

You tried again, a soft groan of pain escaping your lips as your elbow hit the wooden door.

“Stop trying to escape, and listen.”

“Why should I listen to you?”’

It was now the pompous lawyer’s turn for his facial expressions to change. He was biting down on his bottom lip, jaw clenched as he just waited, simply waiting for you to, for once, not be as stubborn as usual.

“Because I’m trying to help you.”

“How are you helping me,” your tone was angry, the tremble in your voice was small, but it was definitely there, “ever since you’ve made me a part of the case, you’ve done nothing but hurt me. You’re doing it right now.”

His immediate reaction was to let go. The thought, to him, of genuinely hurting you in any way killed him on the inside. Before, it was a minute detail in his day; well, that was how it started for him. Day by day, it became the thing he looked forward to. Sure, his clients were important, but the moment Changbin saw your look of distaste from the moment your eyes met, there was a satisfaction. A gratification. If he went to the precinct and you weren’t there, he got stuck on it. He would never admit this, but arguing with you tends to be the highlight of his day.

Hearing you say such words now; the impact was different this time.

“I’m sorry, I,” he hesitated, knowing you were in a vulnerable state, “I didn’t mean to.”

His voice was quiet, but it didn’t matter to you. The anger that was bubbling at the peak of your chest was making you too blind to see his genuine regret he had in the moment.

“You’re not helping me. You just embarrassed me in front of the precinct, again.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he hissed, starting to get annoyed by your antics, “I wanted to tell you in private, but you insisted on me telling you in the moment.”

The eye roll from you was immense.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” you asked, unsure why he was reacting the way he did.

“Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me, I’m trying to fucking help you.”

“How have you helped me, huh?”

You took a step closer to him, then another, the pompous lawyer refusing to back down from your attempted intimidation. The two of you knew better than to participate in a subtle, yet strenuous tension in the form of a face off. Before it never led to anything, but with the events of yesterday already adding another layer of tension to the complication of your relationship, things were about to take another turn. Maybe it’s what you wanted. Maybe he too also wanted that. But you could list a bunch of other unsatisfactory tasks you would rather do than admit it. The space between the two of you was closing in an immediate time frame, the silent tension of the room deafened slightly by the footsteps that were your boots. Changbin’s heel on his obnoxiously luxurious dress shoes clicked backwards with each step he took. It was now his turn to be backed into a corner, wide shoulder hitting the back wall, opposite to the door. If anything happened now, anyone would be able to see through the window of the door.

Your care for that was irrelevant as your back faced it, the thought not even coming into your mind.

“Why are you so silent now?”

“Because,” he gritted his teeth, “I did fucking help you.”

An exacerbated laugh fell from your lips, “You talk the talk, but you can never walk the walk Mr. Seo.”

It was his turn to smirk, his left hand dared to snake around your waist, fingertips traveling your midline, stepping at the edge of your neck. His thumb and index finger split ways, the pad of your digit giving your neck a gentle squeeze. Your eyelids fluttered involuntary, hating that your body craved him once the pompous lawyer's touch became existent. He could feel you, you were tense. Even the way your head slouched, shoulders decompressing, and then he squeezed again. God you should have fucking hated this. Swiped his hands away and punched him. How dare a man think he could just do that.

But Changbin was only doing what you said. Proving that he could do the talk and the walk; all of a sudden the pompous lawyer was speaking a thousand words with two simple maneuvers of his finger tips. An unexplainable moan left your lips, the texture of his fingers feeling almost too perfect to gain your own skin.

“Ringing any bells now?”

You couldn't say nothing, the combination of your circulation being impacted and the secondary fact being that you would never admit when you were wrong. Although morally questionable, he did help you in his own way. Your lips began to tingle, unsure if it was from his grip on your throat, or the unexplainable feeling that could be equated to the dopamine high of the texture that was Changbin’s lips, but one thing was for sure. The longer he had you like that, the stronger the intensity to need him right here, right now became.

When your eyelids fluttered open again, you couldn’t help but smile, now partly embarrassed of how easy it was for him to persuade you. Remind you of how good he could make you feel. The pompous lawyer, in his own way, was helping you get through this.

“Fuck, I’m gonna regret this.”

You gave him no time to respond, walking backwards, dragging him by the hand around your neck as his backside landed on the edge of the table once more, your own legs atop of his as you now sit on his lap, lips lunging forward and connecting with him immediately. It was completely forgotten the environment you were in the moment the two of you connected. Everything felt so much clearer, like there was a pathway out of all of this. The pompous lawyer withdrew his hand from your throat, instead, snaking both to hold your ass in place. A deep groan escaped his lips as soon as he got his hands on your flesh. He was subtle with his touch here, a light rhythm of massage forming as the kiss deepend further and further, all of your senses focused on the texture, sound, smell of the pompous lawyer.

“Fuck,” you mumbled inbetween each kiss, “this is so unprofessional of me.”

He chuckled, the vibration easily felt against your lips as they left yours, covering the outer edge of your jaw, teeth gently biting down on your lobe, but that was it. It should be illegal how good his teeth felt fucking biting down on your like that. The pompous lawyer smirked, able to elicit the exact response he wanted.. He knew that you definitely were remembering how he was helping you.

“You never answered me,” he growled, voice laced with deep lust, the wanton need for you was eating him alive.

“You didn't ask a ques-”

“They’re fucking crazy.”

The voice through the speaker of the interrogation room took you out of the lust filled dimension that had engulfed you and brought you back to reality. The pompous lawyer knew he had been caught in a compromising position. He was much too experienced to know what that sound meant. The interrogation rooms at the precinct had a one sided mirror, allowing detectives to watch perpetrators when being interviewed, as well as if they needed to communicate with personnel during. Not for officers to be snooping on personal matters.

“Hyunjin what the fuck? Turn the one-sided reflection off and show me what you're doing right now.”

He did what he was told, the glass showing the sheepish, mischievous duo that was Hyunjin and Felix. Had they been there the whole time? Fuck. This is quite literally the worst thing that has ever happened to you in your life. The world was flashing before your eyes, and you knew damn well that there was no possible way that you could ever live this down. They also looked just as shocked, assuming they thought they were too slick to be caught. Changbin stood up immediately, bringing his hands to either side of his suit jacket in an attempt to straighten himself up. He checked his phone, pretending that he had a missed call from ‘someone important.’

“Oh uh, I have to go, I missed a call from a client.”

“Oh yeah sure,” you nodded, “you should probably take that.”

He nodded, eyes glued to the ground because quite frankly, he'd rather get hit by a bus than even having a chance of making eye contact with the two male officers standing in front of them. He went to walk out, meeting the two officers he wished to avoid outside of the room with you, the two of them watching your every movement. He looked at you once more, giving you a smile without lips or teeth, kind of like when you pass a stranger in the street and want to be nice.

“I have room tonight if you want to uh, discuss more about what we have been talking about.”

“For the case right?”

“Yes,” he yelled, way too loud and a poor strive of trying to come off as cool, calm and collected, the opposite of how someone should be after they have been caught making out with their sworn enemy. He coughed, adjusting his tone, “Yes of course, I’ll text you the time.”

“Yeah great okay bye.”

The pompous lawyer sped walk into the opposite direction. A sigh of relief escaped your chest the moment he was out of everyone’s sight. It was now time for your two best friends to cop the biggest grilling of their life. But later, you were honestly way too annoyed that Changbin riled you up and they interrupted such a hot, arousing moment. It was killing you the way that they didn’t even look apologetic. If anything, they looked like they were about to burst at the seams with laughter. There definitely was an “I told you so” bubbling at the brim of their lips.

“I don’t want to hear a fucking peep out of either of you for the rest of the day.”

The walk from the room to the seat was painful, the snickers and giggles erupting behind you only adding to your frustration. Even the moment you sat back down at your desk, they were burning holes into the side of your face with their eyes. You could only take so much. But at the same time it was impacting you from getting your work done, and that was where you drew the line.

“How much did you hear?”

The two of them looked at each other, then back at you, a guilty expression written on their faces.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Would I ask if I didn’t?”

“We kind of followed Changbin for about 30 seconds after he went to look for you so he wouldn’t see us.”

A heavy sigh escaped your chest at their unfortunate confession.

“Ok,” you huffed, turning to face them. You really wished you weren't going to ask this, but it was better, you thought, to get it out in the open now, rather than being the elephant in the room.

“I will let you both ask one question each and after that we never speak of it again. Deal?”

They both nodded, thank fuck.

“Okay, who is going to go first?”

“Me me me please,” Felix whined, kicking his feet up and down like a literal child throwing a tantrum.

“Okay go ahead.”

He smirked before opening that big mouth of his again, “what did he mean when he said,” he paused, adjusting his voice to imitate the pompous lawyer, tucking his chin in and lowering his head, thinking that would help achieve the sound he wanted.

“I did fucking help you.”

Your head was buried in your hands immediately. There was just no way you could answer. It would be opening a can of worms. You knew there would be no way that the two of them would be able to limit themselves.

“With the case. T.O is apparently saying a lot of bad stuff about me.”

Felix knew as soon as your eyes darted away from him that you were definitely not telling the truth.

“You’re lying.”

You gasped, “No I’m not! How dare you even accuse me of that?”

Hyunjin smirked, “Y/n I’m sorry I know you’re my T.O and im 100% going to be stepping over the line here. But do you really expect us to believe that was the first time you have made out with that man?”

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. What were you even supposed to say to that? It was embarrassing because he hit the nail bang on the head. It took you back to last night, in his office, his length, his body that you saw always straining against that insufferable fabric, his hands, his fingers. The images of his hands on your core flashed through your mind for a brief moment, making you feel a little dizzy.

Hyunjin raised his hands towards you as he spoke again, “It looked like he really knew what he was doing with you.”

“Okay fine! You got me okay! It’s not the first time.”

“So when was the first time?”

“Last night,” you mumbled, turning away from them completely so the chance of them seeing what you said was zero to none.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Uh no,” Felix replied sarcastically, “I actually didn’t.”

“It was last night. At his office.”

The two of them said nothing, instead, Hyunjin reached into his desk drawer, pulling out a 10 dollar note and a pack of mini m&ms from the vending machine.

“I fucking told you!” Felix yelled, causing half the precinct to stare. The three of you shriveled into your desks, whispering now seeming like the appropriate way to continue the conversation.

“Okay,” Hynunjin’s tone in a whisper was harsh, “you have to tell us the sequence of events.” “No I don’t? That’s so personal.”

“Oh yes you do,” your best friend interjects, whirling around in his chair to get closer to the two of you in the desk triangle, closing you in with nowhere to escape.

“Fine. You know I went there with innocent intentions. To talk about the case and that’s it.”

They nodded, but you huffed, knowing that you were about to sound so predictable and ridiculous to them.

“But, fuck man, he just makes me so angry. Like he says stuff to just piss me off on purpose because I say one little thing. Fuck he’s such a fucking dick! Like everybody, whether you like me or not, knows that this is a fucking hard situation for me. I was already so nervous going into it because the questions would be difficult. He just knows how to push my buttons.”

You closed your eyes, recalling the dialogue from last night in its entirety. For some reason you were anxious telling them. It had nothing to do with them judging you. They were simply just not like that. Maybe it was the fact that as you retold, you could feel his warmth, the touch that you mentioned you craved so much one it reappeared, running through your body. A dull ache formed under the top layer of your skin. Someone that you angrily hooked up with once, now twice, shouldn't have had this much of an impact on you. The context was vulnerable, you were sensitive, and he was just being there for you in sincerity, well that’s what you would like to think. Once your eyes opened, you were expecting a look of concern, but you were surprised, Hyunjin and Felix looking at each other with a brow raised before looking at you. They said nothing.

“What?”

“If I’m being honest,” Felix continued to whisper, “it kind of sounds like you were wanting to push his buttons.”

The rookie's eyes widened, clicking his fingers and nodding in agreement, “That’s what I was thinking!”

“Literally how did you derive that?”

“Y/n you know I’m honest. I feel like, and I can't believe I say a nice thing about that guy, but he was just being professional, asking the questions he needed, until you started rushing him, making comments out of the side of your mouth about him loving money.”

Felix paused, taking a deep breath, “I want to ask you, and don’t get angry with me.”

“Anything.”

“Did you go there, hoping that something would happen?”

You should have been offended by his question. What the fuck was he implying. But then you took yourself back to yesterday afternoon, and that feeling was back. That feeling that you couldn’t put your finger on, but you liked it. God did you fucking like it. The mystery of the unknown was enticing. But your best friend didn’t need to know that.

“No,” you gulped, “I was just nervous to talk about the case, seeing as I blocked the core of it out of my mind.”

“We still don’t know what happened after he said, and I quote ‘I want to make sure you’re okay and you don’t get caught in the crossfire.’”

Felix giggled at Hyunjins dramatic recall. Your hand came to your face in the form of a facepalm, knowing what you were going to say next was so cliche.

“Fuck my life, I said, ‘so rather than criticizing me, help me. Help me get through this how you would if you were me’ and one thing leads to another and.”

“And what, you guys kissed?”

Your lips escaped into your mouth, nodding, really not wanting to elaborate.

“Bit more than that?”

“Oh my god you guys fucked that’s crazy.”

The punch into Felix’s shoulder was warranted. You winced at the vulgarity of his words. However, it felt like a giant weight lifted off of your shoulders.

“You didn’t have to say it like that, but yeah, we did and now its lowkey fucking with me head.”

The shrill of the desk phone almost knocked the three out of your seats. After your semi-heart attack has passed, you check the tiny phone screen, an unknown number popping up on the screen. You answered, sternly, “Hello, you're speaking with Officer Y/l/n.”

“Y/n hey, it’s Changbin.”

Your eyes bulged out of your head when you heard his name. You really should not be that excited at the sound of his voice.

“Oh hey Changbin, what’s up?”

The two boys next to you were quick to swivel past, their ears resting against each of yours, waiting to get every single detail from a simple phone call they could.

“I was so flustered earlier, you know, getting caught I uhm.”

He paused.

“Can you cut to the chase please? We are very busy at the station here.”

Hyunjin nudged you, mouthing ‘that’s rude’ when you turned to look at him. He was right, it came off a little hush. Maybe you were just nervous, having an absent mind as to the reasons why he was actually calling.

“Oh uh sorry,” he coughed in between his words, “I realize I didn’t actually have your number. To contact you about our next appointment, nothing else of course.”

“Oh yeah,” you chuckled nervously, “sure for the case. It’s (y/p/n).”

“Great,” you could hear his smile through the phone, “I have some stuff at my apartment that I can’t bring to the office due to confidentiality. Would you be okay meeting at my apartment instead?”

“Uh, yeah okay sure.”

“Great, I’ll text you my address and the time.”

“Okay bye.”

Without warning, the phone was hung up back on the station. A pang of excitement streaked through your body, but vanished quickly, seeing your two best friends smacking each other silly. The moment you cut them with your eyes, they stopped, pretending to go back to work. They should not be this excited, and this time you were going to ensure that it was business only. You go, contribute to your testimony and leave. It did not matter that the setting would be informal, a couch, kitchen, a bed. The thought was irrelevant. It should have stopped there. But that would be too simple. One thought led to the flood of your brain, waves of cognitions of 30 minutes ago, his finger pads on your neck, lips on your jaw, which only naturally led to the lines of your ass tingling, reminiscing on the cool texture of the brown marble that was the edge of his desk. You could feel the perspiration excreting across your forehead at this moment. You brought your hand to your forehead, feeling an intense warmth at the touch. You were not getting just any fever from the cold weather. This fever only had the ability to be caused by one person. Him. The pompous lawyer, and it was fucking terrifying. It wasn’t even him as a person. Really you could care less about him personally.

The ding of your phone took you out of your thought monsoon, taking it out of your pocket immediately to see you had received a message from a number that had not been saved yet.

[12:42 pm]

*unknown* : Here is my address. I finish work at 7pm tonight. Does 7:30 work for you?

A sudden flow of panic swept through your body. Why did you feel so wrong, so guilty? It felt like a blight on your job, like it was going against everything you stood for. You also tended to have a flair for the dramatic. All you could do was stare at your phone. Unsure if you should even reply. If you didn’t, then you could save yourself from accidentally making this mistake. But then again, the longer you dragged this out, the longer you would have to work with him. Maybe it was just better to get it out of the way. Your thumbs began to hover over the screen, tapping the appropriate letters in order to reply.

[12:53 pm]

Y/n: I finish patrol at 7 so 7:30 should be fine :)

[12:55 pm]

Changbin: No worries. C u then.

“He texted you, didn’t he?”

“He did,” you replied to Felix, “I’m going to his tonight after work.”

Hyunjin smirked, “To his huh?”

“Shut up,” you whined, “I’m just going to talk about the case, nothing else.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

Yeah, sure you were.

The day went surprisingly quickly. Patrol was quiet, just a couple of parking tickets. No chases thank goodness. The clock striked seven, and you were quick to clock out, giving you as much time as possible to get home, shower, fix your hair, chuck on some makeup, get a house warming gift and still be punctual.

You decided to go pretty low maintenance. Just a quick brush of your hair, subtle makeup, simple clothes being a pair of black flare leggings and a basic tee. It was already 7:15 by the time you were ready, and checking the maps, it was going to take another 10 minutes to get there. There was no choice for you but to leave now. Looking up at the mirror just before the front door, you had one last glance, noticing everything was in place before grabbing your car keys and speed walking to your car.

The drive was nerve wracking, eyes focused on the road while also trying to listen to the maps was fucking difficult. The time you estimated was correct, arriving 5 minutes early before getting out of the car. You locked the car with the button on your keys, placing them into your bag before taking in what was the pompous lawyers house. A basic white picket fence, however, his house was nothing short of grand. An iron carved black gate in front of the front door, well groomed hedges and flowers, tulips, roses, hydrangea, you name it. It was there. The statue of a large black fox, so sleek, tapered water out of its mouth running at the same time as the sprinklers covering the grass that made up the rest of the front lawn. Once you heard the doorbell similar to a grand opera, you knew this was a mistake. Changbin had to have been lying. The only reason he invited you to his house was once again just a flex. A brag to show how much money he made defending the scum of the earth.

The front door opened, a much different person that was definitely not Changbin opening the door. You panicked for a brief moment, thinking that the pompous lawyer would do something as selfish as giving you the wrong address.

“Hello and welcome to the Seo manner. How can I help you?”

“Is this the right address? I’m here to see Changbin,” you shook your head, “Mr. Seo. I have an appointment.”

“Ah, you must be y/n. I am Seungmin, Changbin’s personal assistant.”

Seungmin opened the iron clad door for you, allowing you to walk inside and once again, take in the inside of his house. The first thing you noticed was the staircase. It was in a circular motion, rounding all the way until it reached the second floor, appearing to be only one room there. The first floor had marble floors, similar to the desk of his office, very much open spaces. Interesting artwork however, seeming to be sketches of very much naked women around the house. Ugh.

The pompous lawyer's personal assistant, who you did not know ever existed by the way, reached a hand out, inviting you to shake it. You accepted. Sheepishly, still taken aback by how annoyingly nice his house was.

“Changbin is just in his home office. I’ll take you there now.”

You simply nodded, walking behind the new stranger.

“So how long have you been Changbin- Mr.Seo’s assistant for?”

“For a few years.”

“But we have never met before?”

“Yes well,” he chuckled, “I don’t really take part in his business life. More home and personal events.”

“Ah I understand,” you smiled. The walk was short. Two large wooden doors obstruct you from seeing his office.

“You know Mr. Seo talks about you alot?”

There it was again. He was now the second person to say that. It doesn’t matter, it’s not like it meant anything. You weren’t sure what to say, interrupted by the grand opening, seeing a much more relaxed Changbin. His hair was down, a much stronger wave to it. He was not wearing a suit either. The pompous lawyer was wearing a pair of black sweats, a white t-shirt that was of course way too small for his figure, and a navy jacket, accompanied by a collar. The thing that took you off guard the most was the glasses. This was also a new fact that you had learnt about this subject. That he needed glasses. They were cute the way they sat on his face, much too big for the shape of his features. You could feel the heat creep onto your cheeks as soon as his eyes landed on you. His smile was warm for the briefest second you could count, returning right back to stoic expression before getting out of his chair, walking up to greet you.

“Y/n,” he smirked, a quick glance up and down before his hand came out for a shake, “good evening.”

Your brow furrowed, constantly confused by Changbin’s demeanor. It was constantly changing, and you really did not know what to expect. The toxic part of you longed for it when it was simple, which was only a day ago. Nothing but arguing and bickering. Instead, it was this half witted, sarcastic charm, showing off his ‘professionalism’ in front of his assistant. If only he knew what happened at the office. You took his hand, giving him an unsure shake before pulling away, following the gesture of his other hand towards the small couch in the corner of his far from humble office. He took the edge on the opposite side of you, adjusting himself before he gazed at you again.

“How was the rest of your day?”

“Fine,” you nodded politely, “how was yours?”

“Uh great.”

There was some awkwardness, yet simultaneously, there was a tension that lingered. The two of you would be stupid to be ignorant of it. Too many things had happened in the past 48 hours to act like everything was fine. Maybe for him it was. Part of the pompous layers job was to act nonchalant, mysterious if you will. He could never show his emotions in court, especially when he was losing. He knew how to keep things cool, calm and collected.

But everything changed when it came to you. Even before yesterday, no matter what you did, it always got a rise out of him, and he could not help but lash out. There was no self control when it came to you. But similar to yourself, he would rather stay in denial than admit that care about what you think of him. Your opinion of him.

Your chest felt like it was going to burst. The guilt traveled over your body. He was trying to be nice, accommodating. He didn’t half come to find you after you begged him to tell you the hurtful stuff you T.O said. An apology was sitting at the tip of your tongue, but you were not sure how to say it.

“Did you want to get start-”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Oh,” he chucked, “what are you sorry for?”

You scooched closer, wanting to be genuine in your sincerity, “For today at the precinct. That was really unprofessional of me and I will make sure that my two fellow officers apologize the next time they see you.”

The pompous lawyer said nothing, instead, throwing his head back, just laughing at your apology. How fucking dare he? Give someone an inch, and they'll take a mile. It already annoyed you in general when someone laughed at your sincerity, but the fact that it was him; the level of anger was a whole new one.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Oh,” you attempted to contain yourself, placing a hand on his chest, “why are you apologizing? I started it.”

“Oh.”

Your body suddenly relaxed, realizing that he was laughing with you, rather than at you. His laugh was somewhat infectious, causing you to follow suit.

“If anything I should be apologizing, I started it.”

“Oh well, are you going to?”

His laughing ceased quickly.

“No, I can't apologize for something I’m not sorry for.”

“Oh my god,” you huffed, immediately fanning your face to disrupt the heat that was coming to it. The smile on your face was impossible to wipe off. He noticed it too, but instead of embarrassing you, he got up, grabbing a folder of what you assumed to be classified documents off his desk and onto the table in front of you.

“Okay so, we need to really get into the nooks and crannies of your daily routines with your T.O.”

The mention of your former supervisor killed the lighthearted mood of the room. Even though you knew that was the purpose of this meeting, it still was a sensitive topic. You nodded, gulping intensely in preparation for what he would ask you.

“Right,” you sighed, gritting your teeth to stay on guard, “that’s what we are here for.”

“Yessss,” he hissed, extending his words, “well since this was an inside police operation, what would you do when he would communicate with witnesses that were part of the syndicate?”

“Uhh,” you puff your cheeks, eyes looking at the ground as you recall your memory, “I usually would wait outside because they would get me to coordinate and communicate with the backup officers.”

Changbin clenched his jaw as he concentrated on his notepad, legs spread wide as he focused the thin paper on one knee, forearm clenching back and forth to write down every intricate detail of what you said.

“Okay, and so then what if it was a minor crime?”

“I’m not sure what you mean?”

“When the crime was not large enough, and there was no backup required. What did he do then?”

“Oh I see,” you gasped, understanding the question, “usually I would just stand behind. If it was a home visit, he usually got me to look around while he asked the questions.”

So you were not present during questioning ever?”

“Not really, unless it was like pulling a car over. I usually did that.”

“Right, okay.”

As he wrote down what you said, your brain, unforgivingly, started to tick. It felt odd that your T.O wanted you as a character witness, yet they kept saying bad things about you to Changbin.

“Changbin, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

The pompous lawyer is unable to look up, still concentrating on finishing what you said on the notepad.

“Why would they want me as a character witness? Why do they keep saying bad things about me to you?”

His pen froze immediately.

“Uh,” he scrunched his nose, scratching his head in a feigning innocence, “I’m not sure. You do bring up a good point. Did you want a coffee? I also have tea.”

That was strange, but you chose to brush it off, blaming it on your nerves about the case being the reason for your perception. Changbin got up immediately, not even waiting for you to answer. You grabbed the bottle out next to your bag, making sure he could see what you were holding. He chuckled, “we actually have to do some work first.”

“Damn,” you sighed, smacking your knee playfully, “if only we didn’t need to do any work.”

“Yeah,” he replied, biting down on his bottom lip, “if only there were other things we could do.”

The tension in the room had come back, the intensity stronger than before. You knew he could be a douchebag, but not in a way that would turn you on a little bit. The pompous lawyer had never been so forward, putting it out on the table. It made you giggle, feeling like an innocent woman who had been corrupted by the devil that was the main in front of you.

Your giggle was cut short, however, hearing your ringtone permeating through the room. Unzipping your bag next to you, you grabbed your phone, confused as to when you saw an unknown number. You still answered, as you normally did.

“Officer y/n, who is calling?”

“Y/n.”

Your heart sank immediately,knowing exactly whose voice was on the other side.

“Why are you calling me?”

“Hey y/n, how are you though?”

“How am I?,” you paused, taking your phone off your ear and putting it on speaker, “what the fuck do you think?”

“Y/n,” they sighed, “I know I fucked up, I’m sorry I-”

“Why did you try to throw me under the bus to Changbin?”

As soon as you answered the call, the pompous lawyer turned his back to you. He did not want any part of this. That was until he heard your last question. His actions were immediate, jumping to your side as he anticipated his client’s response. He was desperate to hear what your T.O was saying, but it was impossible, seeing as your phone was glued to your ear.

“What? I never said anything bad about you to him. You were my most respected rookie.”

“How am I supposed to believe anything you say?”

“Look, y/n, I know I have fucked up bad, but I truly never said that. Changbin told me to call you.”

“What?”

The look on your face was contorted, truly confused about what to believe. The pompous lawyer's eyes widened, hands hovering over yours as he attempted to take your phone, thumb reaching for the red button, attempting to hang up. He should have known better than to try and take something off of a police officer. Your hands were nimble, however, it was your foot that came in clutch, sweeping at his ankle before he fell to the floor, pinning him down, hovering over his body, keeping your phone on the floor above his head.

“He told me to call you, ask you to help me in the case, by my character witness.”

“Oh,” you gritted, practically death glaring at the man underneath you, “did he?”

He tried to become free of your hold, but there was simply no chance. The anger that was beginning to bubble at Changbin’s deception was pooling into your hands, finger pads slowly digging into the bulge that was his forearm muscles.

“Yeah I-”

“Look, I gotta go. If you need something from me, you can contact me through your lawyer. Bye.”

You were quick to hang up the phone, simultaneously deciding to surrender your domineering position on top of him. Your chest was bubbling with vexation, hurt. Why would he do all of this? To embarrass you. To get back at what happened last night? How do you even address that?

The pompous lawyer said nothing, standing up and straightening his shirt before taking a seat in his home office chair. He opened his laptop, completing forgetting that you were there, to see him, for an appointment, to talk about this fucking case that he completely manipulated you into being a part of. You walked over to his desk, standing over him as you stared him down, refusing to give your stance. You waved your hands, knowing damn well that he would be able to see it in his peripheral view. He did nothing, instead, opening his emails and pretending to scan the screen, refreshing multiple times and most likely praying that he could get out of admitting to his fault by replying to a new message.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me right now?”

Nothing.

“Changbin? Are you serious right now?”

Nothing.

“What happened to helping like you said?”

He said nothing for a third time, but in your book, three strikes, you're out. Grabbing the papers that laid on his desk, you picked them up, thawing them on the floor. It took the physical motion of the papers dropping to the inferior surface is how you got something out of him. He turned to face you, still in his chair, jaw dropped to the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Your head falls back in a laugh, amazed at the audacity of his question.

“Did I get your fucking attention? Do these papers being messed up disadvantage you in any way? Will this mess up your pretty little house?”

You pouted, as fake in sincerity as they come.

“Do you think that’s an appropriate way to behave?”

“God,” you sighed, “I knew this was a mistake coming here.”

Rather than arguing, it was easier for you to say nothing, grabbing your bag and heading for the door. Changbin watched you walk, but he didn't want you to leave. Of course he felt bad, but it was Chagbin. The pompous lawyer didn’t have the name for no reason. He scurried to the door, pushing it against your pull to shut it. Changbin stood in front, hands blocking the hinges to prevent your exit in any way.

“Let me explain.”

Your gaze remained anywhere but on him, refusing to give the pompous lawyer that satisfaction.

“Start talking.”

“They were telling the truth.”

Your heart sank, again. You walked back to the couch, taking a seat in order to listen to the bullshit this man in front of you was about to say.

“I did tell them to call you, but that was before I even mentioned the case to you. It wasn’t until yesterday when I spoke to your Sargeant that I should not have mentioned that. Which is why I was going to bring it up organically with you.”

“Right,” you replied in a blunt tone, “Did Sergeant tell you to lie and keep details from me as well?”

The pompous lawyer looked away, not wanting to fess up. The lack of answer made you shake your head, a laugh of frustration leaving your lips. Your hands were in the air.

“You know what? This is my fault,” you yelled, voice growing louder with each word, “I shouldn’t have expected anything more from you.”

“What?”

His eyes were squinted, completely taken aback by your bold statement. His eyes were blazing holes into your face, desperate to hear how on earth you would back up what you just said.

“You heard me. God I feel like a fucking idiot myself. Expecting more from you, to actually treat me with care and respect. But of course you lied, and acted like the pompous lawyer I knew you were to be. You brought me here to show me once again, how rich you are and that you think you’re better than everyone else.”

Changbin laughed, a smirk appearing on his face at your words, his own anger bubbling at the base of his throat. Like you said, his ego, pride was a large construct. The tumultuous amounts of time the two of you had squabble at the precinct, in front of others, being told off by the Sergeant, it was endless. But everytime you insulted him, directly attacked his character, it was like a stab wound right to the middle of the chest.

“I’m a pompous lawyer? You’re the most fucking uptight officer I have ever seen. Do every single thing by the fucking book.”

He took a step closer as he continued his speech.

“Everything. I took the fucking stick out of your ass last night and what? For you to turn around and say I’m not helping you? I’m a pompous lawyer, yet I took the time to bring you to my office. I followed you to the interrogation room today. And you’re angry?”

“Yes,” you bit back, viciously, “I’m fucking angry, you lied!”

The pompous lawyer chuckled, again, taking another stride closer to you. You hated so many things at that moment. The smug expression on his face, the way his chest was puffing heavily when he finished yelling back. But what you really hated the most, truly, was how turned on you were. Impressed that someone in your life actually had the balls to give back the same energy you gave him. His aura was angry, but it was not being translated that way. If anything, maybe because your senses were being blinded by your arousal, but the scent that permeated from the pompous lawyer was one that you could feel yourself getting pulled in, and you hated it. Really, really hated it. Trying to maintain your composure was getting difficult.

“You’re not angry,” he chuckled, again, “look at you.”

“Are you joking,” you laughed nervously, “you have no idea how angry I am right now.”

“Show me,” Changbin huffed, closing the distance between the two of you to, at this night, at all time close proximity. You could feel the perspiration on your skin linger, causing the palm of your hands to clam up. What was his idea? What were you expecting?

“What?”

The pompous lawyer’s tone decreased in sound the closer he got to you. His eyes however, did not move, pupils like superglue stuck to your own, every now and then hovering to your lips.

“I love when you're angry at me.”

“Why the fuck would you like that?”

“Because,” he paused, gently slipping his arms out of his jacket, before he continued, “it makes me want to fuck the anger out of you.”

A gasp escaped from your lips, completely taken aback by the vulgarity of his language, again. Out of all the things he could have possibly said, that was the last thing you expected. But deep down, you knew there was much truth to his words, and therefore, maybe that was the reason why the two of you fought so much. You would be lying if you said that you hadn't thought about it. Maybe it was because of your love life, after being in a relationship for a long time, followed by a long period of being by yourself. You were content, happy with spending time with yourself, family friends. But there were moments where you needed some passion. Sure, police patrol at times was crazy work, but it didn’t feel personal. Sometimes it crept into your mind how nice it would be to have a man rip your clothes off, treat you harshly and not apologize for it.

Your pursed lips turned into a smirk as you took a step closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. You were stubborn, so was he. Making the first move, with your lips, was not a viable option. Changbin still looked mad, his face never changing as his own arms wrapped around your lower back.

“Yeah?” you questioned, biting down your bottom lip, “I’m really fucking angry.”

This was not right. You forgot that the pompous lawyer had just lied to your face. But the feeling of his fingertips digging into your backside, palms crawling underneath the fabric that obstructed him from getting a feel of your skin, the real you, fingernails accidentally dragging across the faceless hairs on your back, the texture changing as a shiver shot down your spine, straight through the center of your back. A large gasp gritted through your teeth, the sound resembling one of giving up and into his touch.

Changbin got closer, lips barely an inch away, his bottom lip accidentally touching your chin as he brought them to yours, dragging it out as long as possible before the gentlest kiss known to man. A small peck was all it took before hebecause after that, things reached a boiling point within a matter of seconds.

Hands were flying around each other's bodies, tongues racing for dominance as the pompous’ lawyers strength walked you backwards, legs giving way as the back of your knees hit the edge of the sofa, falling backwards, lying across said sofa. Changbin chuckled as the two of you got pulled away from gravity, but he was quick to follow. The pompous lawyer’s reached out his hand to life you off of the couch, swapping positions so that he was now sitting on the sofa, spreading his legs wide as he used his left hand to point at you, middle and index finger suggesting you to sit a top of him, right hand undoing the buckle on his belt. Your jaw dropped at how simple he could multitask, and boy was it enough for you to accept the invitation. Each leg sitting on the opposite side of his, core begging to ache as the dense fabric of your bottoms gently brushed against his groin. The feeling that you have been chasing, the one you felt last night was coming back.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, wrapping his digits around the back of your neck as he pulled you in again, hips setting a gentle pace as your lips and hips moved back and forth. It took everything in you to not let out the most gut wrenching moan. The two of you were doing the bare minimum, and admitting to Changbin, the pompous lawyer, that you were getting great satisfaction out of such a simple action was just something you refused to do. Instead he did it for you, the bellow of his groan sending a vibration into your lips, past your throat, and into the pit of your stomach. Your hands began to snake around, left hand snaking up and underneath his t-shirt, the other attempting to wip the belt out of its holding. The man below you pulled away for a brief moment, shadowing the dorsal side of your hands as he whipped his own belt out of each hole, pulling and pushing it away as the two of you reconnected. The pompous lawyer kicked the pool that was his pants off his ankles, your right hand continuing its mission,right to his throbbing length. The pompous lawyer accidentally bit down on your bottom lip, pulling away again to let out a deep moan as he felt the callousness of your feelers wrapping around him. A sigh of relief, followed by a lustful smile played on your lips as you kept your hand in the same spot, watching the pompous lawyer drag his hips in desperation. God, Changbin was already on cloud 9. You having his hand on his cock was all he truly could think about since last night. Even the brief moment, the fact that last night, he spent most of his time trying to pleasure you, the few moments you spent pleasuring him were all he could think about. He knew it was selfish, because watching you contort and give into him, even after all of the meanings she he has said about you in the past should have been good enough to imprint in his brain; and by all means, they were. But as soon as your hands were on him again, quite literally, his memories were only replaying that. Although you sitting on his lap was blocking his full ability for you to feel all of him, he did not care. Any touch that was yours was good enough for him.

You scooted back, allowing Changbin to lift his hips and swipe his pants off in one swift motion, dropping the fabric to his ankles. His expose now gave you free rain, pulling away as you tried to catch your breath as both of your hands wrapped around the base of his pulsating cock, the pompous lawyer's hips bucking involuntarily, lips shaking as his throat let out a deep groan at the contact. “Jesus,” he hissed.

“What,” you pouted, attempting to mock him in his vulnerable state, “can’t handle it?”

“You’re so annoying when your smug,” he groaned, fingers trickling across the hem of your shirt, arms leaving him for a brief moment as he lifted your obstructing garment over your chest, eyes almost watering as soon as it was off, two fingers hanging around your back and there it was, bra clipped off instantly. Your automatic reaction was to cover up, how ironic. It wasn’t something that he had not seen before, but this felt a little different. The longer he kept his eyes on your chest, the moreheated your cheeks became. His eyes softened, almost like he was watching you in awe. It made you freeze, part of you feeling rude if you moved. His hand came to your wrists, gently pulling on the flesh to prevent you from hiding, and as soon as he did, the man became a fiend.

Chanbgin’s lips attacked the soft flesh immediately, fingertips quick to assist as they gripped the mound, tongue flicking across your left nipple. Your head was throwing back, your own hands running through the pompous lawyer’s usually slicked back hair. His teeth came into the mix, the roughness of his mouth truly felt like heaven. It was in some kind of way a metaphor of your relationship. Rough around the edges. The roughness being the constant bickering, the continuous back and forth, but nonetheless, it still felt good. So good. The pompous lawyer was unforgiving with his mouth, tongue leaving your nippes, still stuck out however, leaving a trail down your stomach. The cool sensation of his saliva felt like ice to your heated skin, back arching the closer he got to where you needed him the most. Your eyes opened as soon as his digits reached the waistband of your pants. Luckily the bottoms you chose to wear did not have any buttons or a zipper, because Changbin was able to swing them off of your hips, desperalty kicking your legs to take them off, along with your panties simultaneously. Desperate time calls for desperate measures. If anything, it added to the fun of it all. Made it feel like it was something you weren’t supposed to be doing. The whole point of this was to come here and work on the case. The testimony was only a week away and to be prepared was the most important thing.

But as soon as you were in close proximity to Changbin, which usually boiled your bones, your brain conspired, a lust filling fluid encompassing the matter. It was going to become a real problem, because your cognitions began to change and associate with the lewd acts you did every time you saw him.

But that seemed like a minute detail in the current moment as the pompous lawyer gripped himself, a few pumps as a small uncontrollable moan left his lips over and over. You lifted your hips off his lap, wanting to help him as he lined his cock up with your pulsating entrance. My god, were you throbbing. This had been the longest time that anyone had not touched you prior to penetration. Usually you needed it, the men you had been with before never did enough to prepare you in that way. But your pussy was quivering with anticipation, dripping with arousal for him. Changbin used his free hand, index finger briefly swiping through your folds, your hips jolting immediately at the unexpected friction. The movement was quick, bringing his digits to his lips and smearing your arousal across the pink flesh, tips entering the hole that was his mouth. Your eyebrows furrowed as your lips fell open, ocre throbbing even harder at how attractive the pompous lawyer looked, underneath you, tasting your slick. Fuck, if you knew this is what would happen everytime the tow of you disagreed, this would have occurred alot sooner. Every second that he wasn't inside of you, it was a second of more torture.

“Hurry up,” you mumbled, giggling as your hips were fatigued, resting and letting your core land across his cock. Your clit barely brushed his tip, another nervous chuckle escaping your lips at the bare second of pleasure that flooded your veins at every little friction, every little touch. His smirk disappeared, tongue hanging outside of his mouth, eyebrows chiseled in a form that helped him to concentrate. But boy were you making it hard for him. You were such a distraction. There was a tumultuous amount of ways he wanted to pleasure you that were ticking on his brain, much more intensely before. Now, his brain was fried, your body combined with your horny daze was enough to drive him crazy.

Changbin’s tip was prodding at your entrance, and enough was enough. You lifted your hips again, this time ready as his cock plunged into your entrance, a universal moan of relief from the two of you as he allowed his length to chrome buried in the depth of your pussy. Changbin brought you close, wrapping his around your back immediately, face hidden in your tits. You thought, once you were well adjusted to his girth, that you should move. And so you did, ankles lying on either side of his thighs as your knees chipped away at the sofa, hips slowly beginning to rise, and fall. Rise and fall. Over and over again.

“Jesus fucking christ,” you spat, hips riding back and forth, the pompous lawyer’s cock hitting all the right spots inside. Changbin’s tongue found its way back to your nipples, the extra sensation leaving you unable to stay quiet. Every thrust was a new level of pleasure. Your digits came to the man below you’s face, leaning down to engulf him in a deep kiss, wanting Changbin to feel the moans in his throat. The pompous lawyer reciprocated, the combinations of noises spilling out of your mouth in unison creating a heavenly vibration across your lips. He chuckled as he broke away, head falling back against the back of the sofa as his hands were simply too desperate to not roam, finger tips gravitating towards the mound that was your ass. He smacked each cheek a few times, following by grabbing in an attempt to smooth over.

“Can’t believe that fat ass is bouncing on my cock again,” he grunted, smiling as he bit down on his bottom lip, “so desperate for me.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you whimpered, increasing the pace of your rhythm, “always cocky you are.”

“Yeah, and you fucking love it,” he chuckled, “this pussy belongs to me you know?”

Changin’s words made you moan, his possessiveness something that you didn’t know why, but really turned you on. His words always had an effect on you, no matter what. Positive or negative, the pompous lawyer’s words always had an impact that would be deemed much more significant than the average person should be by their mortal enemy. Then again, most people wouldn’t have sex with their mortal enemy, more than once. Changbin’s hands, the selfish things, began to roam again, slightly huffed at your lack of acknowledgement to his question. They somehow landed right where you wanted them, where they were earlier in the day, at the precinct.

“Ohhh,” you moaned, wrapping your hands at the bat of his right wrist as they were at your neck, Changbin’s digits fondly wrapping around the fragile skin, the most subtle of pressure being applied. Your face was in a dazed awe, unable to concentrate on your hips moving in a syncopated style. Instead, he removed his hands off of you for a brief moment, standing on his knees on the sofa as he waited for you to do the same in front of him. Bending over, Changbin was quick to make work, using both of his hands to spread your ass, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to your pussy, followed by a stingy few kitten licks, the friction making your knees buckle. You brought your hand to your throat, trying to recreate the exact feeling that you needed from him. But it wasn’t the same. It was after he pushed his oscillating cock back into your hole, did he notice your hand there. The pompous lawyer chuckled, in awe at how desperate you were for his touch. The two of you stood, bodies pressed against each other so Changbin could reach your throat. He did it with ease, mouth resting against your right shoulder as he bit down gently, the rough friction gratifying by every means.

“So so good,” you mumbled, unable to form a coherent sentence, “don’t stop.”

“Such a fucking dirty girl,” he grunted, pulsating in his pressure against your throat, “imagine if anyone at the precinct saw you like this.”

You could only moan in response. His pace was cold, harsh, unforgiving. It made your whole body jolt in unison. He was right. The side you gave him privy to here in your personal time was something that not one of your work colleagues expected. Yes, you told Hyunjin and Felix information from time to time, but you were known as a stickler for the rules. A good cop that would never dare to do anything against the law. If police officers competed for employee of the month, you would be the employees that would have their face printed consecutively. Sometimes, it was hard for you to even believe that you were capable of showing, no. Letting someone see you in such a vulnerable, lust hazed state of consciousness.

“You belong to me, don't you?”

“Mhm,” was all you could manage to say.

“Say it, say your pussy belongs to me.”

“My pussy,” you paused, feeling yourself coming to an all time high, “b-belongs to you.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, using his free hand to smack your ass once more, “you’re so hot when you’re obedient.”

He continued to fuck you, the pompous lawyer becoming more desperate with each thrust. The noise of Changbin’s skin slapping so loud it was sure to be echoing through the house, something Seungmin would definitely hear. His hips were beginning to lose their synchronicity, thrusts becoming slower yet harder. You weren’t sure how much more you could take. The pit in your lower abdomen was getting together and tighter, the sensation that was Changbin reaching an all time high at any moment.

“Mmmmm Changbin,” you whined, unable to control the pitch of your voice, “Changbin fuck.”

“You ok baby?”

“I’m. I’m so close.”

“It's okay princess,” he cooed, the new nickname taking you by surprise, “me too. You need to cum?”

“Yes please.”

“Yeah you wanna cum for me?”

“Yes Changbin,” you cried, “it’s too much.”

“That okay baby,” Changbin whispered, “cum for me baby.”

His words smacked you into an orgasm, the sensation of the high rolling over every single nerve in your body at an intensity never felt by you before. You could feel the way your walls clenched around him uncontrollably, Changbin chuckling at how it felt around his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he hummed, deeply, decreasing the power of his thrusts, “that pussy feels so good tweaking against me like that.”

The pompous lawyer did not last much longer after, quickly pulling out as he came on your back, hips jerking as he jerked himself to full completion. Your eyelids were dazed over, unable to calculate the time it took for Changbin to leave the room, grab a warm cloth, and clean your backside. He helped you off of your knees, grabbing a blanket that was under his desk before laying underneath you. He thought it would be a decent thing to do, cover you up as if he didn’t just see you completely naked. The two of you sat there for a while, a comfortable silence falling over the room as you stared at the ceiling wall.

“This is crazy, you know?”

You turned to look at the pompous lawyer, met with his perfect side profile. It made you smile for some reason.

“Yeah. I don’t know what happens but-”

“Do you regret it?”

The question made you rise from his side, leaning over to face him.

“No. No part of me regrets it so far, as much as I should?”

“As much as you should?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “you know, because we ‘hate’ each other?’”

“Oh,” Changbin smirked, “yeah, right. Listen, I don’t want to put a label on this right now. Our first focus should be the case.”

“I agree,” you smiled, pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“Awesome. I’m really sorry about lying to you as well. I felt like if I didn’t say those things, you wouldn’t have jumped on board with the case.”

“Look I get it, but please just don’t lie to me again. I always prefer honesty, and value it, now more than ever”

“Got it. I have one more thing I wanted to bring up.”

“God you talk a lot,” you whined in a joking manner, “what is it now.”

“At the precinct, we should keep things the way you are.”

“What do you mean? Like continue to argue in front of everyone like we normally do?”

“Yeah,” he paused, unsure if you were on the same page, “just so people don’t become suspicious. I personally am a very private person when it comes to my personal life. I’m sorry if that offends-”

“I am on the same page. Felix and Hyunjin already interrogated me about today. I don’t need that from everybody else.”

“Great. Should we work on the case now?”

“Totally.”

You smiled, getting up from the sofa as you found your clothes in a messy pile on the floor, simultaneously watching the pompous lawyer’s muscles bulge and flex as he also put his clothes back on. It shouldn’t have hurt your feelings, but there was a gentle pang at the bottom of your heart that he wanted to keep things casual. It didn’t matter anyway though, because once the case was over, the two of you would go back to normal.

Barely seeing each other and bickering when you did, right?

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httpseiki · 1 year

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hi hi !! can you use the prompts from fluff; 59 and from smut; 75, 89 with changbin. like he's jealous of someone who is too clingy to reader in public

thank youu <3

𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜

- seo changbin x reader

note: hi hi yes of course, this was kinda rushed but I hope you like it!! also there's an easter egg somewhere, good luck finding it :))

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ prompts!

59. “Should we make it official?”

75. “Keep acting like that, I’ll fuck you in front of everyone.

89. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you.”

tw: NSFW content, afab!reader x dom!changbin, ftl, changbin gets jealous, fingering, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex(don't recommend it), spanking, slight breeding kink.

song choice: honeymoon avenue - ariana grande

"I don't get it, why does it bother you so much?" you walk after changbin.

"I just didn't like how touchy he was with you, that's all," he shruggs.

"why, though? he was just flirting, aren't you happy I'm getting some?"

...

oh he really isn't happy. and by the way he stopped and folded his arms, he was pretty pissed. cause yeah, you can watch the one you crush on be followed around by girls all the time, and no one says anything, but when he sees ONE guy hit you up-

wait a minute, was he upset on that guy or was he jealous of that guy?

well, that's confusing. changbin was sending death glares to him all night long, but was it because he thought you're uncomfortable or because he felt threatened?

you hum, turning to face him, looking in his eyes. not that you could read anything of his emotions, you just waited for an answer,

“Should we make it official?”

his voice is deep and it startles you after the long silence.

"what do you mean?"

"us. should we make us official, then?" he walks closer to you, until your back is met with a wall.

"i-i-"

"oh come on,───, don't play dumb."

his fingers push your chin up, his gaze piercing into your hole. and why didn't you realise how hot it was in this bar?

"ok, fine. I like you. in that way." changbin's words turned on something inside you. "and it's so obvious you like me too, so let's make it official."

"all because you got jealous of another guy flirting," you smirk.

"───." he warns.

"well, what can I say? god bless that taehyun guy for spawning at this club and hitting on me, hmm?" you roll your eyes playfully.

“Keep acting like that, I’ll fuck you in front of everyone."

anger was evident in his tone. changbin's face was milimeters away from yours, so you took a chance and kissed him. deep. and slow.

your arms wrapped around his neck, tongues meeting, messily making out. you both giggled and held hands, as he lead the both of you outside, searching for the keys to his car.

ever the gentleman, he opens the door for you, only to manhandle you on all fours, before getting in himself and closing it.

your lips hungrily searched for his, colliding in an open mouth kiss, much more seductive thn the one before.

changbin's fingers raised the hem of your skirt and pulled your panties down. his palm cupped your pussy, earning a whine in response.

"so wet, and I didn't even touch you properly."

he groaned, thrusting his digits inside you. you gasp, in surprise, taking whatever he gives you. his pace was quickening, and so was your arrival.

"changbin, I'm so close!~" he chuckles.

"yeah, I know, sweetheart, come on now."

with blurry vision, you came hard, body collapsing if it wasn't for him holding your hips.

his tongue drew a line from your clit to your hole, his breath sending you into overstimulation.

"you taste so good, baby" he coos before slurping the juices you left.

you whined when changbin's tongue stopped teasing your entrance. he smirked, getting up to remove his pants. you heard his belt undo and fall on to the floor. you look back to see him pumping his cock, eyes closed.

he aligned himself with your cunt, messily sliding between your folds as an attempt of lubrication.

"you're clenching over nothing, are you that needy for me?"

you whine, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"already brain fucked? oh baby, I have to train you, don't I?" he sighs, pushing his whole dick inside.

"NGH SO BIG, CHANGBIN~" you yell in pleasure.

your nails dig in the seats, drool coming out of your mouth at the feeling of your walls stretching this nicely. he pulled out, only to thrust in again, harder, and started to literally fuck you mercilessly.

his grip on you tightened, probably gonna leave a mark. not that you mind, though. you were only held up by him, literally face down ass up.

"such a good pussy, why didn't I use her before?" changbin said through gritted teeth, definitely trying not to bust too early.

his palm hit your ass and you clenched, making him groan, and do it again.

"I wonder what everyone outside thinks," he snickers.

and he's right. outsiders are probably scared, confused or... amused. seeing a car frantically shake in a bar parking lot can't suggest much. you moan at the thought,

"pretty baby wants everyone to know who fucks her this good~"he hums.

"YES YES~" you whimper when a harsh thrust of his brushes against your spot.

"Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you.” changbin groans, " would you like that? let that bitch know who owns you?"

you whine, breathing not an option in this moment. his arm hooked around your waist, reaching down to rub your clit. and it hit you so hard.

"CHANGBIN~" you moan, feeling him fill you up as well.

"good girl, taking my cum so well," he praises, slowing down his thrusts.

he lets go of your hips, you collapse completely on the cushion. your - now - boyfriend reached for some tissues to clean you up.

"seeetheart, could you get up a bit?" he rubs your thigh.

you oblige, hissing when feeling how sore you were.

"did I go too rough?" he worries.

"no, I loved it, " you whisper, all energy drained out.

changbin takes his time to fix the mess you both worked on. when he finishes, his eyes find the foggy windows in front of him. before he could make any flirtatious joke, he sees something:

𖤐 ♡ <3 𖤐

𖤐 changbin <3 ♡

#seiki's prompts 🕷#ew i got sappy at the end #cringe #but changbin would like that ig #ty for your ask!☕#skz x reader #skz fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids x reader #changbin #seo changbin smut #changbin hard thoughts #changbin hard hours #changbin scenario #changbin imagines #changbin x reader #seo changbin drabbles #changbin smut #changbin scenarios

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rose0catcher · 7 months

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🌹Shifter🌹

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jenli-leleesss · 2 years

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♡ ─ the boys snapping at their shy/timid friend

⌕ request

#8530D1 … stray kids masterlist

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you’d be too timid and shy to stand up for yourself, and yet again, unconsciously letting someone take advantage of your seeming inability to set boundaries and say ‘no’ and it would frustrate bangchan immensely - on your behalf

in either case it was just the pent up anger or emotions that he was feeling that caused him to snap at you

it was just for a brief moment, bangchan is so good at controlling himself and his emotions, but the eventual out come for him is for those emotions to overflow and you just happened to be his emotional punching bag at that moment and he unintentionally let his emotional dam break for a split second

but the moment he realizes what happened from the look of surprise and unshed tears brimming in your eyes

he’s overwhelmed with guilt

he’d rush apologies at you, it would be quick and he’d explain that he just needs to take a moment to himself but would make it clear it has nothing to do with you

once he’s had a day to himself he’d reach out to you again, offering to take you out for your favorite dessert and drink at a near by cafe

he would give you a lengthier apology that includes what happened and why exactly he snapped at you, repeating “I'm so incredibly sorry” at least six times throughout your meet up

the following days after you two had made up, he’d be more attentive towards you, softer with you, almost as if you’ve grown fragile

he prides himself in looking out for you, being your voice since you’re so timid, almost a protector for you and so the fact he snapped at you eats at him and he just wants to make sure you understand how much you mean to him despite potential fights you two may have, they’ll never diminish your friendship

.˙ · ⁺ ｍｉｎｈｏ:

would happen when he’s low on energy or hasn’t slept well and so he’s in a mood

he also, when frustrated, pissed or in a mood, often goes for the first sentence that’ll hurt you to get you to leave him alone and give him the space and quiet he wants - almost like a defense mechanism

when he snaps, he would realize he’s in the wrong at that same moment, but apologies don’t come easy for him

so he’d make a quick exit to get away from you before he says something more to hurt you

guilt is definitely there and eating away at him, but again, his pride and emotions get in the way of a quick apology, which kills him even more

two days later, he’s tentatively checking in with you, it’s awkward, but you can tell this “apology” thing is unfamiliar territory for him and he’s doing it in his own quirky way

he’d first check in to make sure you’re okay, then would reference the day he snapped at you, rushing out an adorably awkward apology

while also explaining what triggered him to snap, making sure you know his mood originally had nothing to do with you, you had done nothing wrong but be in the wrong place at the wrong time

this would be an eye opening moment for him to realize that he needs to better communicate so that you can be more aware of his moods and when to give him space

the idea that he had hurt you and remembering the look in your teary eyes too upsetting and so he’ll make sure to prevent that from now on

he’ll be slightly softer towards you for a couple days, even limiting his teasing until he’s sure you’re less shaken up

.˙ · ⁺ c h a n g b i n:

this is really hard to imagine BUT for the sake of writing something for changbin, let’s pretend

he wouldn't ever let himself lose control and go to say something really hurtful to you

he just couldn’t ever let himself do that, no matter how angry he gets, he just couldn’t do that to you

his voice raises, and his eyes do get cold, which is scary

the fact his voice raises is scary for you, being someone on the quieter side and more reserved, raised voices are a lot to handle

however, changbin is really good at staying in the present and so he’d quickly realize what he’d done and would snap out of it

he’d quickly apologize, his eyes softening as he steps towards you lifting his arms for a hug to show he’s not a threat or scary

bear hug you as he repeats apologies in hushed tones, promising he’s not really mad at you and didn’t mean to scare you

would suggest going out to get warm tasty snacks and drinks for you to make it up to you and move on

.˙ · ⁺ h y u n j i n:

again, so hard to imagine a time in which hyunjin would snap at you, but nonetheless,

when he does, it would be more of a curt, cold, short insult - he’s so good at being rude and coldhearted when he wants to it’s scary

almost as if he no longer has interest in being your friend anymore, which really fucking hurts

it would take a little time, or one of the members pointing out how cold and mean to you he was before he realized what he’d done

but you’d already excused yourself and was making your way home

he’d try texting you the next day to apologize, too shy to say it face to face just yet incase you were now pissed at him

but once apologies were given and accepted he’d lighten up again and offer to go out to an art gallery, your favorite cafe or bookstore with him

things would mend pretty quickly with hyunjin as he doesn’t like to dwell on the negative and so quickly you two would be just as you were before he had snapped at you

however, he’d keep an eye on you for the following couple of days after he snapped just to be sure you were really doing okay and not just putting up a front for him

because your comfort and emotional, physical and mental well being are all priority for him

.˙ · ⁺ j i s u n g:

it would be a lot like bangchan in which the stress of his job builds up, but he doesn’t pay attention to that stress until it’s too late and its all built up and ready to overflow

he snaps at you from stress and exhaustion

however, unlike bangchan, jisung is too in his head and stressed to be able to apologize properly

he needs to take some time to cool off

once he’s been able to calm down and got some good rest, he reaches out to you to apologize

he’s so genuine and emotional when he does

because you’re like the sweetest person, and he adores you and the comfort you bring him and the fact he hurt you upsets him a lot

so he wants to talk it out, explain himself and make sure you understand how sorry he is, because words cannot express how much he regrets snapping at you

he’d try to mend things and would be really gentle and tentative towards you for the rest of the day

but quickly things would patch up and he’d be back to goofing around with you in typical jisung fashion

.˙ · ⁺ f e l i x:

it’s when he’s feeling pressured from fans, jyp or netizens and he’s not feeling good about himself

he doesn’t mean to, but when he’s already feeling pressured by others then you come and talk to him about your day, or something you saw on your way to visit him or talk to him about something that was bothering you, he just doesn’t have any more room to take that in, he feels overwhelmed and so he snaps

he doesn’t mean to and the guilt is instant

he knows what he did is unhealthy and not okay to do to you and the last thing he wants to do is make you feel the way he feels right now

and so he’d apologize and communicate with you that he just needs some time to himself, but he’d promise to call you soon so you two can talk about it

at the end of the week, after having some time for himself he’d call

it’d be a near two hour talk over the phone as he explains what was going on

he’d apologize again, and promise that he’d work on communicating with you when he’s not in a good headspace to you from now on

he’d then check in with you to make sure him snapping didn’t hurt you too much mentally

he’d do everything he can in his capacity to make it up to you if it did, but if not, and you were genuinely okay, he’d ask about your week and would want to hear all about it this time now that he feels he can take it all in this time

.˙ · ⁺ s e u n g m i n:

another that would be hard to imagine snapping at you

you’re already timid and a great listener and so your communication with seungmin is already great,

but, lets pretend he snaps

when he snaps its cold and more like he’s disappointed

and that’s unnerving and doesn’t sit well with you

he’d move on quickly after snapping at you, chatting with the members as if he didn’t just hurt you

he’d kinda give the cold shoulder for the rest of the evening

the following day would be the same, radio silence from seungmin, no text no call

but he’d eventually reach out on the third day asking to talk

he’d ask to meet up and grab a drink and sit in a secluded park to talk

there he’d explain what was going on with him that day, that he didn’t mean it and that he gave the cold shoulder because the guilt he felt didn’t feel good and he originally didn’t know how to deal with that

but he’d give a genuine apology and ask if you’re okay

afterwards he’d try to make things go back to normal, and eventually they would, but the following couple of days he’d be a little shy around you, still feeling guilty about snapping at you

.˙ · ⁺ j e o n g i n:

he has his days when his patience is a little lacking

so it would be one of those days

he’d raise his voice slightly and dish out a harsh phrase or two

usually it would be after one of the members had already pushed his buttons and so then you just put something in the wrong spot or tease him at the wrong time and he snaps

though the following seconds he snaps he feels disappointment in himself and feels incredibly bad for snapping

he would try to move on and kinda pretend it didn’t happen in hopes that you’ll forgive his more silent apology

if you did, he’d still apologize, just because the guilt is still eating at him, but it would be some time later when you two are coming to the end of your hang out and you’re getting ready to go home

if you didn’t forgive him and still seem upset he’d apologize right then and there

he’d explain that he didn’t mean to and would explain what had set him off to make sure you know it wasn’t all you

he’d try to make it up by inviting you over more to play games or to get bubble tea through out the week

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[SKZ Imprinted] Changbin: Laconic (Part 2)

Anonymous asked: Hi! Could I request a skz imprinted for changbin’s? His mate’s life was so hard, I am curious to know how their relationship is after all that and how his mate is healing. Some glimpses of their day to day life. If you accept this I will be really thankful!

Characters: Changbin x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, slice of life, fluff, some angst sprinkled here and there because changbin and reader have both been thru it, implied murder in the beginning, mentions of reader going to therapy (i’ve never been to therapy, i don’t know what a therapist would say so don’t judge me <3), changbin has some implied really bad side jobs but it’s never detailed exactly what he’s doing

Word count: 3,824

Summary: Most days with Changbin are the same. You’ve gotten used to the routine of waking up, running some errands, and coming home. But a little repetition and a little time can do a person good.

a/n: we need a break from the angst in this series <3 so here’s changbin’s everyday life w his mate uwu

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Changbin walked down the dark, empty street with his hands in his pockets. He was doing his best to settle every deal or loan he had because now that he had you, being under that kind of pressure was too dangerous. When it was just him, he didn’t care. Changbin was never one to be afraid of getting his hands dirty, and his very dingy past was proof of that. But he couldn’t have guys like this on his ass now that he had to look after you. Not only that, but you’d been through enough.

Arriving at the warehouse, Changbin banged on the door twice before sliding it open easily. He strolled in despite the group of 7-10 large men surrounding a table, talking about something they thought was confidential, but Changbin could easily overhear. They looked up, all heads turning to glare at Changbin as he entered.

“Ah, Seo Changbin,” the boss smirked. “Don’t tell me you have an early payment for once.”

“Actually,” Changbin began as he walked up to the table. He took a hand out of his pocket and slapped a wad of cash on the table, bundled in a rubber band, “I’m paying off all of it.”

The boss’ eyes widened as he reached for the money, “How did you get this?”

“Uh, consider them side quests,” he shrugged, running a hand through his hair before returning it to his pocket.

The boss quickly thumbed through it before his eyes narrowed, “I knew it, it was too good to be true.”

Changbin’s eyebrows raised, “Huh?”

The man smirked up at Changbin from where he sat, “You’re 100 short.”

“What?” his eyebrows furrowed, trying to redo the math in his head. But when he couldn’t figure out where he’d gone wrong, he shook his head. “Can’t you just let it slide? 100 is a hell of a lot less than 10,000.”

Again, Changbin wouldn’t talk about how he got that kind of money. Even worse was that his debt was originally significantly more because it was owed to multiple people. He wouldn’t even tell Chan how he got money like that to pay it off, though the whole pack had a pretty good idea.

The boss merely scoffed, “What, do you think you get a friends and family discount? Just because I’ve known you since you were 15, Binnie, doesn’t mean I’ll just let you jip me my money.”

“That’s a really insensitive term, y’know,” he pointed out. “It comes from--”

The boss stood, hands slamming on the table, “Until you give me the rest of my money, I’m gonna be so far up your ass--”

“I really didn’t wanna have to get out of this the hard way...” Changbin sighed as he looked at the floor, actually seeming somewhat upset as he shrugged off his jacket.

The boss laughed at him, “What, you think you’re going to be able to get out this? How? You’re just one, puny guy.”

His eyes flashed up to meet the boss, glowing a frightening red that had a few of the men leaning back away from him, and even the boss gasped.

“I wish you didn’t ask.”

You hated the feeling of being flung into consciousness after sleeping. Sleeping meant not thinking and not worrying. Being awake meant...well, thinking and worrying. And yeah, maybe things were going pretty well, but you were still trying to work through your shit. It was a lot. Therapy was a lot. Everything was just a lot.

Rolling over to see if Changbin had woken up before you again, you’d gotten your answer when you saw the bed empty. That was something that happened maybe half the time you’d woken up. Sometimes Changbin would be snoring beside you having gone to bed in the early hours of the morning -- because little did you know, but he had his own things to do after you went to sleep. But other times, he’d already be awake either in the kitchen or in the shower. A few times, you’d even found him crammed on the air mattress with Chan in the living room while Minho had himself slung over the couch. Did you suspect something? Of course. But would you ask? Absolutely not. You knew better.

This time, Changbin opened the bedroom door, dressed in a t-shirt, sweatpants, and rubbing at his damp hair with a towel.

“Oh,” he looked surprised to see you awake, “you’re up.”

You looked him over. There had been a few times you’d caught him in the living room asleep where he looked like he’d gotten into a fight of some kind -- bruised face, blood dried on his clothes, etc. So you kind of figured whatever he was off doing wasn’t good, but again, you kept that to yourself.

You figured that’s why he sometimes was showering when you woke up.

There weren’t any bruises or cuts or blood that you could see, so you figured maybe he had a night in and just happened to wake up before you.

“Um, your therapy appointment is kind of early today,” he reminded you, “so I was thinking we could go out for breakfast after?”

Changbin didn’t know much about taking care of someone else, but he knew therapy would be good for you. Could he afford that? Nope. But he was doing everything he could to scrape together some money -- hence being out at night -- so he could get you the help you needed. But now that he was able to pocket the money he tried to pay last night -- and then some -- he figured he could take a break from that and put it into his savings. He could treat you a little today, maybe do some job hunting on his phone while you were talking with your therapist. He’d been meaning to find a stable job but not many places were hiring for a decent amount of money. Plus, he didn’t even have a high school diploma so he wasn’t really qualified for anything.

‘Remember to ask Aeri about the GED thing,’ he reminded himself, recalling Chan’s mate had offered to help him.

You nodded at the offer before getting out of bed to get ready for your appointment.

“Is there anything else you wanted to do today?” he wondered.

You shrugged, “No, hanging out here is fine.”

“We could watch some more Stranger Things.”

You nodded.

“Okay. I’m gonna make some coffee.”

After Changbin left, you got changed. It used to take you a while to actually do that, afraid he was going to burst through the door at any moment. But slowly, you were trusting him more.

Slowly.

It was difficult at first for Changbin to find a therapist who knew anything about werewolves. Most that he found online seemed like scams or just some stupid joke, but thankfully, Chan’s old roommate was a werewolf, and her mom was a doctor so she had some connections. Something Chan pointed out was that it was kind of ironic how difficult it was to find a credible therapist who knew about werewolves considering how many werewolves and people who were associated with them needed therapy.

Thankfully, Dr. Haeun was really great. She listened to you and never made you feel like she was trying to force her thoughts and ideas on you. She was patient and quiet and made you feel safe.

“How’re you feeling this morning, _____?” she asked when Changbin brought you in for your session.

He always made a point to leave and go find something to do for the next hour so you wouldn’t feel like you were eavesdropping.

You shrugged, “Okay.”

“Did anything new happen?”

“Changbin was showering again,” you sighed.

Dr. Haeun already knew your theory but how you kept your mouth shut about it.

She was silent for a moment, staring at her clipboard, but you were too busy staring at the wall above the door. Your back was against the armrest of the couch while your knees were curled to your chest.

She cleared her throat and asked, “I know I say this every time, but--”

“’But I should voice my concerns’,” you sighed, saying the sentences in two beats and tilting your head from side to side as if you were mocking her. “I know, but...I don’t like the risks.”

“Sometimes we need to push ourselves out of our comfort zones, _____,” she told you.

You looked at her, “And sometimes doing that gets you killed.”

“But if you’re feeling unsafe--”

“I’m--” you sighed, looking at your knees. “Okay, it’s not necessarily that I feel unsafe...it’s...I don’t like knowing what he’s capable of. And I don’t think he’s incapable of hurting me if he wanted to. I felt safe for a long time before, and then...yeah.”

“You said you know what he’s capable of. You know for a fact what he’s been doing?” she questioned.

“No, but I know what he’s done in the past,” you mumbled.

“He’s told you?”

“No, but I’ve heard them talking. They’re vague, but I know what they’re talking about. I literally saw him kill in front of me!”

As Dr. Haeun scribbled on her clipboard, she asked, “Do you think you’d feel safer if Changbin was more transparent with you?”

That sparked something. You sat up straighter, your arms falling from your legs before you turned your head to look at her. You’d never considered that, but...maybe? The more you thought about it, the more you wondered. Would you feel safer knowing exactly what Changbin was doing at night? Would you trust her more knowing what he’d done before meeting you?

“What if he lies?” you asked quietly. “He could just lie.”

Dr. Haeun put her pen down on the clipboard and leaned forward slightly, clasping her hands together over the papers she was writing on, “_____, I know I’ve asked why you continue to stay with them. You said you don’t have a choice because you don’t trust anyone else -- not even Bomi. You trust Changbin more than any of your other options. That means something. You said you’ve been talking to him more and doing things together. _____, that’s progress, you’re trusting him.”

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t think he could snap at any moment,” you snapped.

“You want to trust him. You feel it in your heart. You didn’t feel that with--”

“Don’t say his name,” you hissed.

“I wasn’t going to,” she replied in a calm tone. “I was going to say: you didn’t feel that with him. That’s already a good sign.”

“You’re just repeating things I already know,” you grumbled, now set in a bad mood that was difficult to pull you out of. “We’ve been over this shit a million times.”

“I know,” she nodded, “but sometimes the answer is time and repetition.”

You just scoffed and rolled your eyes, going back to your original position of holding your knees to your chest and staring at the wall.

You walked into the apartment wordlessly, going to the bedroom as always if Changbin wasn’t around. He usually picked you up -- if he didn’t, you’d go find him in the tiny apartment -- but Chan had picked you up from therapy and told you Changbin was at Aeri’s. Changbin was trying to get enrolled for his GED but he didn’t tell you that.

“How was the conversation?” Minho joked after you’d shut the bedroom door.

You knew Minho put up a front when you were around because you’d heard the pack talking about the situation. You knew he was torn up about what was happening with him and Ryujin. But he didn’t want you to be even more freaked out by some mopey werewolf on the couch, so he tried to perk up when you were around.

Chan looked at him tiredly, “This is why you’re never asked to pick her up.”

“Hey, I’m nice to her,” Minho insisted with a pout. “I try to talk to her.”

“You make her uncomfortable, you dick.”

“How would you know, she doesn’t talk to you either!”

“She doesn’t need to say it for anyone to know.”

Minho crossed his arms over his chest, “You’re just saying that to give me shit.”

Chan turned his head toward the bedroom door and called, “Hey, ______, would you rather have me pick you up than Minho?”

There was a pause, and then came two knocks on the wall. Two knocks always meant yes, and one meant no.

Chan turned back to Minho with a smirk, and Minho rolled his eyes, grumbling, “That doesn’t mean I make her uncomfortable.”

“Means she likes you least, though,” Chan chuckled before Minho punched him in the arm, only making the alpha giggle.

Thankfully, you only had to listen to Chan and Minho’s back and forth for a few minutes longer. You heard the front door close, followed by Minho saying, “Finally, there he is. You’re keeping your girl waiting!”

You heard footsteps come to the door, and then three light knocks. They were replied by you with two knocks on the wall. Changbin poked his head in cautiously as always before opening the door and smiling at you where you sat on the bed.

“Hungry?” he asked.

You looked up at him from the bed and shrugged.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, the smile on his face falling. But it wasn’t like he was angry, it was more like remorseful. Somehow, Changbin never seemed angry despite what you knew about him and how you met him.

“I know, I’m sorry I was late,” he told you. “I wanted to pick you up but I needed Aeri’s help with something. Are you mad at me?”

You shook your head. You truthfully weren’t mad, but you were hoping it would be Changbin getting you from your appointment since you were already put into a bad mood. You were hoping waffles would fix that, but then it was Chan who was waiting in the waiting area for you with a nice but awkward smile.

“Do you still want breakfast?” he offered.

You answered by getting up from the bed.

There had been a handful of times where Changbin had taken you out somewhere to hang out, whether it be to get food or to an arcade or just to go for a walk somewhere -- but it was always somewhere decently populated. He wanted you to feel comfortable, and he figured if you knew there were people around, that would help. Maybe it would make you feel like he was less likely to do something -- not that he’d ever dream of doing anything bad to or around you.

Whenever your outings involved talking, Changbin would explain you were non-verbal before doing the talking for you. That was the case getting breakfast when you wanted chocolate chip waffles with extra whipped cream.

“So how do you feel about grabbing a few quick groceries?” Changbin wondered after swallowing a mouthful of food. “I have some extra money so I was thinking we could restock some of your snacks.”

Once you started staying at the apartment, the wolves kept some of your favorite foods -- or at least foods they thought you seemed to like -- in the cupboards. The problem was, Minho kept getting into your snacks, claiming that if you’re going to live there, everything belongs to everyone.

You nodded as you chewed your waffles, still looking down at your plate.

“Oh, and Aeri said she wants to have a movie night next Saturday. Did you wanna go or did you wanna stay home?”

You glanced over at Changbin across the table, “Do you wanna go?”

He shrugged, “I just want to do whatever you’re comfortable with. If we stay home, we can still watch movies. It’s just...less people. Plus, I don’t know if Elsie and Ryu would be there, and I don’t know if them not being there would be awkward with Minho and Seungmin...”

“Are Ryu and Minho okay?” you wondered quietly.

“Currently...no,” he answered slowly. “Maybe they will be. I don’t really know.”

“Do you like her?”

“I...feel...for her,” he answered even slower, considering his words very carefully before speaking them. He studied your face to see how you took them in, but you didn’t show any emotion. You just kept eating your waffles. “What she did... I understand the weight of her actions. But on the other hand, she regrets her past and what she was -- is? I’m not sure what’s going on with her. The only one who really seems to talk to Elsie is Jeongin, but he doesn’t tell us what she says.”

“She doesn’t talk to Seungmin?”

He chuckled, “She does, but not like she does with Jeongin. I don’t know, but they must have some deep fuckin’ connection for her to keep that kid in line lately. But, I mean, there is a lot going on right now. At least he found the attention he needs -- and in a good way, at that. He didn’t go off doing something stupid, y’know?”

This was how your conversations usually went. You’d spark something with a few words, and Changbin would fill the silence for you. But you never minded. You never felt like he talked too much, and he didn’t get frustrated with how little you said to him. You balanced each other out.

You didn’t know how to feel about that.

One breakfast and a trip to the grocery store later, you were sitting on the couch alone with Changbin. You had no idea where Chan or Minho were, but you also didn’t necessarily care to ask. Your trip to the store consisted mostly of you silently picking out what you wanted, and a few comments under your breath about Minho stealing your food. Though, you knew he was going through a rough time at the moment, so maybe you’d let up a bit.

After things were put away, you and Changbin decided to catch up on Stranger Things. Changbin had been binging it and was completely caught up before meeting you, but he wanted you to experience the glory of Stranger Things, so he re-watched every single episode with you until you were on the current season. Admittedly, you did like the show and you liked watching it with Changbin.

By the time Chan and Minho returned home, the apartment was dark, only being illuminated by the TV. Changbin made you a sandwich for lunch, and the two of you got up to make instant ramen for dinner. When the pair got home, you were sitting by one arm of the couch with your legs curled loosely to your chest. Changbin was sitting right at your feet, legs sprawled out in front of him as he leaned back into the cushions.

Minho sniffled before calling out, “Hey, turn that off! I’m not caught up yet! Ah, no spoilers!”

He dramatically covered his eyes, and you knew it wasn’t actually to keep himself from seeing the screen -- though, that might’ve been half the reason. Your eyes darted over to him as soon as he spoke, and the TV was lit up just enough for you to see the leftover tears on his cheeks. His eyes were puffy from crying. And as he uncovered his eyes, he sneakily wiped away the moisture from his face.

‘Because of Ryu? Would Minho cry over her?’

Chan waddled over and sat himself down in front of the couch on the floor, “What’re we watching tonight?”

“Yeah, yeah, just invite yourselves,” Changbin said sarcastically, offering the other end of the sofa to Minho, who then plopped down beside him and seemed to drop the façade a little, a frown settling on his face as he stared at the Netflix home screen.

Still, his comment made you laugh softly, which made Changbin smile warmly and glance over at you. Chan grinned and seemed to get a little more excited about the impromptu movie night, and Minho leaned forward just enough to peer at you from around Changbin, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“What about some good ol’ Big Hero 6?” Chan suggested. “Can’t go wrong with Baymax!”

“You always suggest Big Hero 6,” Minho pointed out, rolling his eyes.

Chan exaggeratedly gestured to the TV with both arms, “Aeri loves Big Hero 6!”

“Yeah, but...Tadashi makes me cry...” Minho muttered.

As Chan and Minho went back and forth, Changbin handed you the remote. And as always, you put on whatever was suggested. Chan cheered as the movie started, and despite his grumbling, Minho settled in to watch the movie.

About halfway through the movie, your legs got cramped, so you tried to find a comfortable way to stretch them out without kicking Chan in the head. Changbin guided them across his lap without looking, eyes locked on the screen. He didn’t even acknowledge the gesture, so you decided to leave it and continue on with the movie.

By the end, Minho was a sniffling mess -- his excuse was that the ending got to him -- and Chan was stretching his arms above his head.

“Well, I’d say it’s about time to hit the hay,” Chan grunted before putting his arms down with a sigh. He turned to look at Minho, who was trying to hide his face behind a throw pillow. “Do you need someone to cuddle with tonight, Minnie?”

“Fuck off,” the younger boy spat before launching the pillow at Chan’s face.

Changbin looked to you, “Bedtime?”

You raised your eyebrows almost questioningly. Was it bedtime, or was Changbin going to get up in the middle of the night to do God knows what?

“What?” he asked.

You shook your head before moving your legs from him and getting off the couch.

As the two of you got ready for bed, he kept imitating parts of the movie. As he pulled off his shirt, you heard him say, “Haiiiiry baby!” quietly, which made you chuckle.

“What?” he asked, popping his head up and looking at you with wide eyes before a smile started to break. “Stop listening to me!”

“You’re the only one in the room,” you reminded him with a quiet laugh.

Like every night, you went and laid in bed with Changbin. He’d talk aimlessly about one thing or another, and you’d listen. Sometimes you’d throw in a sentence or two if you felt like it, but you were usually silent until you fell asleep, listening to Changbin’s voice. Tonight, he talked about the movie and kept saying different lines. The last one you recalled hearing before you fell asleep was, “Are you satisfied with your care?”

Then Changbin would get up so he could tie loose ends to keep you safe.

And you’d do it all again in the morning.

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“Babe” you called from the kitchen, staring at the empty shelf in your fridge where your dinner was supposed to be.

“Yeah?” Changbin replied from the living room where he was working on his laptop.

“Did you, by any chance, eat my leftovers?” you heard him shuffling before showing up in the room.

“No, I only ate what was in the green tupperware” he replied looking inside the fridge too.

“Those were my leftovers”

“Really?!” Changbin scratched his head. “I’m sorry darling, I had no idea! Was that your dinner tonight?” you nodded.

“I was looking forward to eating it, I’m starving!”

“It was good, though, not gonna lie, but seriously, that was so little. It couldn't even fill one third of my stomach”

“That's because you have a black hole instead of a stomach” you laughed trying to hide your pain.

“I'm sorry, baby” Changbin hugged you. “Go watch tv or something and I’ll fix you dinner” he kissed the top of your head.

“You’ll order in, right?” you checked just to make sure he wouldn't actually try cooking for you.

“Yes, your favorite, don’t worry”

“Then come cuddle me, I’m Binnie-starved too” he smiled at your cheesy joke, but was quick to carry you to the living room and engulf you in his love.

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Nesting - Prequel - Changbin and Felix

: ̗̀➛ Meeting and working with your boss is fun, and brings along a few new interesting friends.

: ̗̀➛ warnings: smut (masturbation), mentions of corporate life (gross), Felix is a flirt

tags: @y9nabae1 @justayoungandwisefangirl @obeythemasters @julciaqwerty @3rachasninja @bmnyy @licklix @iadorethemskz

Nesting: Part 1 | Nesting Part 2

You had nothing to be scared of.

That was the mantra you had been repeating all morning as you worked through the mountain of emails you always had on a Monday morning. You were used to the “Why didn’t you get this done?” emails, and the “New work came through over the weekend.” ones that always greeted you. What you weren’t used to was an email from the CEOs PA, requesting your presence on the top floor for an important meeting. There wasn’t much more information other than it was just going to be you and the CEO.

You had never really met the elusive Seo Changbin; you had only ever seen him at the one work event you subjected yourself too. He had seemed in such a rush, or maybe it was just his normal speed to only offer brief nods to the various Directors, thank everyone for coming, and hightail it out of there. To be fair, you couldn’t really blame him. You hated large events and only went because your Director had not-so-subtly warned that non-attendance would look negative come annual reviews.

Your only impression of Changbin was that he was handsome and clearly took care of himself well. You hadn’t been aware that he even knew who you were among the hundreds of employees at your office, but apparently you were more well-known that you thought if you had a private meeting with him.

You had only really managed to get through half of what you normally would have by this time in the day, mind too busy on concocting various theories as to why you were meeting with him.

Had you seriously fucked up on a proposal?

Had you accidentally swore in an email to an important client?

Had people complained to HR about your outfits? In your opinion, there was nothing wrong with them. It wasn’t your fault you were blessed with curvy genetics and a penchant for flattering pants.

Before you could spiral further into a pit of worry, the alarm you had set on your phone rang out, jolting you up from your desk in surprise. You didn’t know if you should pocket the device; surely it was normal for anyone in your age range to be carrying their phone, even if it was just into a meeting. You didn’t dwell on it too much, sliding it into your pocket and making the anxious trek upstairs, avoiding the curious looks from your coworkers as you stepped into the elevator. It wasn’t normal for you to be leaving at this time; you were usually chained to your desk until at least 1pm when you’d begrudgingly answer your growling stomach and go find something to eat.

You tried to quell the anxious tapping of your hands against your legs, on the short but seemingly endless trip up to level 26, not wanting to metaphorically get caught with your pants down. You couldn’t go into this meeting expecting the worst. And you certainly couldn’t let anyone push you around for something as stupid as tight pants; you were sure it was going to come up.

The elevator door opened into a quiet lobby, and you could only faintly hear mumbling and keyboards tapping away somewhere in the distance. There mustn’t be many people that work up here. Inching out into the open, you looked around, clearly lost.

“Can I help you?” A monotonous, almost condescending voice, broke the quiet, clearly directed at you. You somewhat recognised the person behind the voice, but couldn’t quite place where you would know them from.

“I’m here to see Mr Seo?” You phrased it like a question, still unsure about the whole situation. It was still so fucking weird. When the man simply raised an eyebrow, you continued. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I... have a meeting at 11.”

You clasped your hands together in front of you, shrinking minutely when the corners of the mans mouth twitched, clearly amused at the sight of you.

“Right. He’s down here.” He gestured down one of the many halls that branched off from the main lobby, already walking down it like he owned the place, not even bothering to look back to see if you were following him. You scampered after him quickly, realised that made you look like an idiot, and slowed to a semi-respectable pace, still keeping your distance as you followed him down the hall until he stopped abruptly in front of two heavy looking doors.

The man briefly turned to look at you, giving you a once over, clearly not enjoying what he saw, before turning back to the doors and knocking.

“Y/N for you, Mr Seo,” the man yelled out, making you jump slightly as it echoed through the empty hallway.

You didn’t hear a response, but clearly the guy did, since he gestured for you to open the doors, turning away and hightailing it back towards the lobby.

You did one last round of tapping your thighs; mostly to get rid of the clammy feeling that had persistently been there since you had first seen the invite; before pulling open the door, stumbling a little at how heavy it was. What was the purpose of doors that weighed as much as the average human?

You got it halfway open before you slipped inside, letting it fall shut behind you with a loud thump.

“Oh, sorry. It’s stupidly heavy, I know.”

Mr Seo was sat on a cozy looking love-seat, reading over some absurdly large document. Without looking up, he gestured for you to sit in the armchair closest to him. You followed his direction, perching on the edge of the chair awkwardly, your hands wringing nervously on your lap. You tried not to peek at him or whatever he was so focused on, but couldn’t help the brief look at the document, making out “Contract for Sale” in bold letters along the top; the rest of the writing too small for you to be able to read normally, let alone upside down. Of course he would just be sitting here signing off on some new property; it was probably a weekly occurrence for him.

You didn’t notice he had stopped looking over the document until he cleared his throat, making you jump in surprise, wrenching your gaze away from the document to instead look at his face. He looked amused as he threw the document onto the cushion next to him.

“It’s my sisters,” he offered you after a beat of awkward silence. “I don’t just buy properties in my spare time.”

Well fuck. Could he read minds?

“Of course not,” you whispered in reply.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together in front, levelling you with a friendly gaze. “Please don’t be nervous, you’re not getting fired.” Changbin gestured to the coffee table in front of you both, and it was only then that you noticed another document, albeit way less thick and imposing, facing you so you could actually read it this time. “Your director has moved into another role, and he recommended you to fill his shoes.”

“He... What?” You snatched up the document, not really believing what you were seeing and hearing. “He recommended me? For a director role? But I’ve only been here a short time... Surely there are people more qualified for the role...” Despite what you were saying, you couldn’t help yourself and started flicking through the new employment contract, choking a little when you saw the remuneration section. You looked back up at Changbin’s face in disbelief, trying not to be offended when he giggled at the horrified look on your face. You had never seen so many zeros at the end of a salary offer.

“I didn’t want to pry too much, but I had a look over some of your work and spoke to some other directors that you’ve worked with, just to be certain you were the right woman for the job. I don’t think he could’ve made a better recommendation.” Changbin shifted in his seat, opting to lean back against the back of the loveseat, stretching his legs out in front of him. If you weren’t still in a state of shock, you probably would’ve marveled more over how his suit pants were stretching over his thick thighs, outlining deep rivets of muscle that he obviously worked hard for. “I know it’s a little short notice, but we planned to move Mr Kim into the new role in a few weeks, and ideally we’d like you to shadow him for at least a week to get a feel for the role. It would be great if you could have an answer for me by end of week? I can try to answer any questions you might have, and Mr Kim has made himself available to you as well if you’d prefer to speak to him.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you nodded, looking back down at the contract. God, you’d have to call your parents; they would know what to do.

“Now obviously, you can see we have someone new with us. This is Y/N, she is taking over the director role from Mr Kim. Please make her feel welcome.”

You inwardly cursed at the awkward smile you were giving everyone, mostly likely more of a grimace, nodding your head politely when they all turned to look at you. Most of them nodded back, a few offered you soft ‘welcomes’, before everyone turned back to Changbin.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time; we just need to go over policies surrounding the interns and graduates that will be starting next week.”

You tuned out, already having spoken about this earlier in the week; you were quite familiar with the policies since you were the one normally taking care of the interns and grads. Instead, you opted to survey everyone in the room, trying to put names to faces to titles and figure out who you’d potentially be working with closely.

In the middle of glaring at a spot on the table as you tried to remember the woman’s name that sat across from you, you felt a soft nudge to your arm, and a notepad being subtly turned in your direction.

Choi Sooyoung. Christmas party. （＾ω＾）

Right. That’s where you knew her from. Apparently the company encourage friendly competition between the staff at parties, and it usually centred around entertainment. Your memory was hazy from the night, but you remember her singing. You scribbled back on the corner of the page;

Thank you ´･ᴗ･`

“Everyone should come up and introduce themselves at some point. Honestly, you’ll probably get tired of us always being at your door.”

Chan had been sat next to you during the meeting, and had waited patiently for you to pack your things up. You had heard of him; you knew he was one of the top producers at the company, and that loads of interns aspired to work in his team, both because he was talented and a great mentor, and also because he was very attractive, and there was nothing wrong with a little eye candy as your worked. You had never seen him before in person, but could see where they were all coming from.

“I really appreciate you helping me. It would’ve bugged me all day, honestly,” you laughed, following him down the hall and towards Changbin’s office; he had asked if you would like to go out for celebratory drinks and dinner after work, and Chan claimed he ‘needed the walk after sitting on his ass all day’. Chan didn’t bother knocking on the office door, opting to push it open, using just one hand and barely any force mind you, gesturing for you to enter first.

“I don’t remember inviting you.”

Changbin was sat on the same couch where you had first met him, but he was joined by a petite blonde boy leaning heavily against his side. The boy offered Chan a sweet and familial smile, before his big eyes flicked to you, looking a little unsure.

“Hey Lixie.” Chan stepped around your frozen body, collapsing into the vacant spot next to the boy, ruffling his blonde hair until it was fluffed up and the boy was whining at him. “This is Y/N.”

A look a recognition flashed over the boys face, shooting you a blinding smile. “Oh, right. I’m Felix! It’s nice to meet you!” He threw himself over Changbin’s lap, holding out a hand for you to shake. You shook it gingerly, a little shocked at how small his hands were. “Are you guys going out? Can I join? I won’t make a peep, I promise!” Felix was practically lying on Changbin now, and had rolled over in his lap to shoot his, boyfriend(?) the sweetest puppy eyes that you had ever seen. “Please Binnie?”

You knew Changbin was nice, but he was usually sporting furrowed brows and looks of pure concentration, and you had rarely ever seen him crack a smile, let alone be sporting a look a pure adoration, eyes and smile soft as he looked down at Felix in his lap. God, what you would give for someone to look at you like that. “Sure baby, you can come. You staying Chan?”

Chan shrugged, kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and slouching further into the comfortable couch. “Won’t ever say no to free food.”

"Why don't I come out with you guys more often?" Felix was about half a bottle of soju deep, and was already resting his chin on his propped up hand, smiling dreamily at everyone sat around the table. "This is great. Free drinks, free food. Free eye candy," he wiggled his brows in what he probably thought was a seductive manner, but actually just made you giggle at the ludicrous expression he was making. "That includes you, Y/N. Not just these stinky boys."

Felix, you had learnt, was incredibly flirty and not at all shy about showing how much he appreciated the 'eye candy' he was blessed with. He had warmed up to you instantly, pushing you into the backseat of Changbin's ridiculously expensive and clean car, holding your hand the entire ride to the restaurant as he talked your ear off about what he had gotten up to that day. He had cuddled up next to you in the booth at the restaurant, sticking his tongue out at Changbin when the man pouted about not getting to sit next to his 'lovely kitty cat'; whatever that meant. When the boys had finished grilling the first plate of meat, Felix had pouted at you until you made him a ssam and hand fed him, periodically opening his mouth for more whenever he had stopped chattering and flirting. It would have made you nervous, your bosses boyfriend flirting so openly, if it weren't for the fondly exasperated look on Changbin's face every time Felix said something particularly dangerous.

"Yah, we're not stinky!" Changbin glared playfully across the table, snapping the BBQ tongs threateningly. "Take that back, you little minx!"

Felix turned his nose up petulantly, moving to wrap one arm around your waist, the other resting just above your knee, sharply tugging until you were practically sitting in his lap. "Never. Y/N is why I'm here. Learn to live with it, hyung."

You felt a hot flush creeping along your cheeks and down your neck, trying to wiggle out of the strong hold Felix had you in, letting out a high pitched shriek when he pinched your leg in retaliation.

"Felix," you warned, not really knowing what you were threatening, but willing to do almost anything to get out of his tight hold. You looked at Chan for help, grumbling when he just offered you a shrug, a cheeky smile, turning back to the grill. You couldn't quite brave looking to your boss for help; how fucking awkward. "Felix, honey, if you let me go, I can feed you more."

The hold he had on you loosened for a second, before tightening back up, the hand on your leg curling around your thigh and tugging your leg up until it was resting on his legs, your sides practically glued together now. "You only need one hand to use chopsticks, Y/N. Don't try to trick me."

The boys across from you laughed, depositing a few pieces of meat and grilled mushroom into your bowl. Traitors.

Felix let out a soft 'aaaahh' sound, chittering happily when you blew on a piece for him to cool it down before feeding it to him. He squeezed your thigh appreciatively with every mouthful, and if he wasn't holding it so tightly and glued to your side, you would've been tempted to awkwardly rub them together. Screw it; you had a hot guy glued to your side, practically moaning in your ear, holding you in places that had always been sensitive erogenous zones for you, you had been drinking and you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been intimate with anyone. You weren’t going to act on anything anyway.

You listened to the boys talk, feeding yourself and Felix every time more food was deposited into your bowl, mostly focused on how Felix’s fingers were mindlessly stroking the inside of your thigh. It was kind of ticklish, but mostly it was fuelling the annoying thrum in between your legs, making you wiggle a bit to see if the feeling would go down.

It didn't.

If anything, it kicked into high gear since Felix felt like he had to tighten his hold on you, effectively pining you down in your spot, small hands tightening to the point that would probably leave faint bruises the following day. For such a petite guy, he surely was strong.

You glared down at the empty bowl in front of you, hoping to god no one noticed the red flush finding its way back to your cheeks. Why couldn't you keep it together. Why couldn't you just enjoy a dinner paid for by your lovely boss like a normal person? Why couldn't you just stop clenching down on nothing like the desperate single woman you were? Why was Felix giggling? What was so funny about your misery that had the boy rubbing his face into your shoulder?

"You're so cute, Y/N," Felix purred, blinking up at you with those big eyes. You startled slightly when you noticed they almost started to narrow into slits, blinking quickly, assuming you just had too much to drink or that the lighting was so horrible that you were seeing things. "I could just eat you up."

"I'm sorry about him."

Chan was helping a giggling Felix back into the backseat of the car. He had launched himself out after you when Changbin had dropped you off at your apartment, pouting and clinging to you like a child not wanting to leave his mother. He had whined at you until you pressed a soft his to his cheek, promising you could have lunch together the next time he came into the office.

Changbin had stepped out at that point, flicking the younger boy lightly across the forehead and herding him back towards the idling car.

"It's okay. He's really sweet." You watched fondling as Felix breathed on the inside of the rolled up window, drawing a heart and winking at you.

"He doesn't actually normally take this well to strangers. I think it's the cat in him that makes him extra cautious," Changbin mumbled, almost nonchalant in the way he had just dropped a bomb on you. "Well, you should get in-Y/N? Are you okay?" You were probably gaping like a fish, but how else were you supposed to react to that.

"Cat? He's a hybrid?"

Changbin blinked at you slowly, very cat-like and probably a habit he had picked up unknowingly from Felix. "Yes... Sorry, I thought everyone knew. It's common knowledge around the office. Is... Is that a problem?" He was asking nicely, but there was an edge to his voice. A "we're going to have a problem if you say yes".

"N-no, of course not. I just... I didn't realise. He... He doesn't display the physical traits? I'm sorry, I'm not very knowledgeable about hybrids," you blurted out, wringing you hands in front of your stomach nervously. This was it. This was the moment you'd get fired. You barely even lasted a month.

"Oh, yeah they don't usually. I'm a little surprised they stayed dormant with how much he was drinking." Changbin had visibly deflated at your words, coming back from his fight or flight response. He went to continue but was interrupted by loud knocking. Felix was knocking on the window, and you could hear his whining even though it was closed and parking on the curb, a good 10 metres away. "Sorry, I better get him home. I'll see you on Monday."

Changbin started walking backwards, gesturing for you to get inside your building, not turning around until you were inside and the security door was safely locked behind you. What a gentleman.

It had been a good hour and a half since you had been dropped home. You had showered, taken a preventative headache tablet, drank two whole cups of water, brushed your teeth, and been lying in the dark for at least 30 minutes. Sleep was not coming to you. Your brain couldn't switch off from the absolute weird way your night had turned.

You expected a few drinks and some food with Changbin, and a relatively early night. Not to be shamelessly flirted with by your bosses hybrid(!), turning you on to the point where not even the blast of cold water in the shower had helped.

"I need therapy," you sighed, reaching blindly into your nightstand drawer for the familiar silicone toy kept there. One orgasm couldn't hurt. You wouldn't even think of Felix. You'd think of one of the male protagonists in a film you had watched recently, or of the weird porn film your university friends had watched on a drunken night meant for studying.

Shucking your shorts off, you slid further under the covers; you lived alone but still felt embarrassed by the loud noises your toys tended to make, feeling like your neighbours couldn't probably hear you and would come knocking at god awful times to tell you off.

Letting out a shaky breath, you switched the toy on, flinching at the soft buzzing noise that filled the previously silent room. Pressing it softly to your clit, you shuddered at the feeling, already a little too turned on for teasing. It had been a LONG time.

You circled your clit lightly, closing your eyes and trying to conjure up an image that would help; anything that wasn't the soft blonde locks and pretty freckles and small hands that were gripping your thigh so tightly just hours before. You let out a groan at the pulse that went through your core at the image, feeling insanely guilty for getting off to the thought of the sweet hybrid. It's okay. He doesn't have to know. No one does. One night, and you'll be over it.

You brought the toy down to your hole, already wet and creating obscene slick noises when you ran the toy through your folds to collect some of the wetness to make the slide easier.

Breathing out deeply, you pushed the toy in, a little ashamed at how easily it slid in, but immediately relieved when you had something to fill you up; you really needed to get laid more.

Shifting into a better position, you angled the toy a little forward, thrusting it in experimentally, the vibrations making your tummy clench and your legs shake as you searched for the spot that would make the guilt end quicker.

You couldn't stop thinking about how Felix had pinned you down so easily, gripping your soft fleshy parts, hiking your leg up onto his lap so you were almost splayed out inappropriately; in public too. You wondered if sex with a hybrid was different than sex with a human; did they let themselves go? Did they embrace their animalistic side more freely? Felix seemed like he would be good and submissive when you had first met him, but the way he had looked at you and wrangled you to his liking make you think he had a wild side that he didn't get to show too much.

So deep in your thoughts, you didn't realise the toy had slid out of your grip slightly, but ended up rubbing directly against the spongey spot inside of you, making you squeal out in delight, turning to bite your pillow to muffle the noise. Getting a better grip on the toy, you rolled onto your side slightly, bending your leg and thrusting the toy inside with a renewed vigour, hitting the soft spot with every thrust.

"Oh god, fuck I wanna cum." You didn't know who you were talking to, you were alone, but you could picture Felix in front of you, keeping his hands to himself as he watch you get off, letting out little moans of his own to goad you on.

It was a little awkward, but you brought your free hand down to your clit to rough tight circles on it, nearly howling with how good it felt. The knot in your stomach was so close to snapping, your orgasm was right there, but you just couldn't go over the edge. You needed something. You needed Felix. You needed him to grip your leg tight, tight enough to leave dark bruises, to push his face into your neck and leave soft kisses there; his lips looked so soft, you just knew they would feel heavenly on you.

"I need you to cum for me Y/N. Pretty please. Then I can fuck you and make you cum again on my cock. Please Y/N. Please cum for me."

You could practically hear him saying it, and it surely set you over the edge. Turning your face completely into your pillow to muffle the loud groans that left you, you kept thrusting the toy inside, clenching and pulsing down on it and making it slightly difficult to push and pull, but you weren't too keen on being empty just yet. The fingers on your clit at stopped, gripping tightly at the sheets under you instead as you shivered your way through one of the best orgasm you had had in a while, legs shaking and chest heaving with the effort it took to keep you awake.

Yep. You definitely needed therapy.

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