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Synopsis: He didn't have a girlfriend when you met him, he won't have one when you're done with him.

warnings: smut, sub!changbin, tattooartist!changbin, dom!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), reader is kinda a bitch, oral (both receiving), use of sex toys, nicknames, can't think of anything else really so lmk if there's something I should add

Part 4 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.

Sleeping around wasn’t his thing. It wasn’t back in college and it isn’t now that he’s moved out of his parent’s house and has a full time job. Changbin loved his job, so much so that he fully disclosed during every consultation with a potential client that he has strict rules about what happens during tattooing sessions– as well as afterwards. He wasn’t sure what it was that made him attract his client like moths to a flame, and not just because they enjoyed his art style. Changbin knew he was relatively good looking, he worked hard to maintain his figure because he genuinely enjoyed the way it made him feel. Being in such close contact with people for hours on end, and in such intimate places at times, there needed to be boundaries.

He’d just finished cleaning up his work station after a grueling four hour set with a client who wanted a few panels from an anime on his calf. Changbin was satisfied with how the tattoo turned out, even though he didn’t like how thick the client wanted the borders. As long as they were happy, he was happy. “Changbin! Your four o’clock is here,” Jisung, body piercer and receptionist when needed, called out from the lobby. Fuck, he thought to himself. He’d completely forgotten he agreed to a consultation during his usual lunch break, stomach growling as he spread hand sanitizer over his palms and walking out of his work room.

The shop was usually packed on a Saturday afternoon, the other artists booked just as much as he was. Dusting off his pants, he looked at Jisung who was talking mid-conversation with whom he presumed to be his consultation.

“Ah, I’ve never seen that anime. Should I check it out?” Jisung leaned over the glass counter with puppy dog eyes at you, not noticing Changbin walk up.

“You should, it’s chaotic in all the best ways. Though, I’d be careful if you’re freaked out by blood,” you joked, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Lucky for you, I’m not squeamish. I’m the shop’s piercer.” Changbin walked around the counter to stand next to Jisung, who still hadn’t acknowledged his friend. “So if I wanted some new jewelry, you’re the man I’d come to?” If Changbin didn’t take up so much space compared to the piercer, you wouldn’t have looked twice his way. He was thick in all the right places, buff and still so soft looking. His hair had been swept to the side as best as possible, sporting a “woke up like this but I’m still hotter than you” sort of look. Your attention to Changbin had Jisung following your gaze towards the muscular man, “here he is! This is Changbin, our anime tattoo specialist. He’ll be doing your consultation today.”

Changbin had been looking for the consultation paperwork on the counter, grabbing a clipboard and pen. When he looked up, you were staring at him intently, eyes almost piercing through him without the use of needles. If he didn’t know better he would’ve thought you were trying to read his mind. “Hi,” you spoke all too sweetly for the look of mischief that your expression held.

The tattoo artist gulped comically loud, for some reason his cheeks heating up under your alluring stare. “T-this way,” he stuttered out, head cocking the direction of his station. Both of the boys watched you as you sent a smirk to Jisung, walking further into the shop. As Changbin caught his breath again and turned to follow you, Jisung smacked his back a couple times and jumped excitedly. “She was definitely hitting on me. I think I might ask her for her number when you’re done,” he whispered into Changbin’s ear. You’d turned to see where he was, unsure of where you were going, and he was sure you’d heard them with the sultry look that seemed to be effortless. Looking back at his friend again, Changbin rolled his eyes and led you to the room.

He didn’t notice the plastic bag you were holding until you’d set it down on the table in the corner, closing the door and sitting on his usual stool. You rummaged through the bag, pulling out a paper wrapped sandwich and holding it out his way. Changbin looked at you quizzically, “I’m sure you haven’t eaten yet, so I picked up something on the way here. I hope you like Subway.”

Though reluctant to take a free meal from a client who was going to pay hundreds of dollars for his services, your insistence made him accept it. His stomach rumbled as he set it down on the end of the padded table, “thank you.” He’d begun unwrapping the sandwich as you hopped onto the table, slightly invading his personal space with how close you’d chosen to sit next to him and the meal. You swung your feet, legs bare as you wore only a pair of shorts and a loose shirt tucked into the front. Changbin could smell the strawberry lotion you’d put on this morning, adding to his already present hunger. Quickly taking a bite of the sandwich to distract himself from how soft your skin looked, he’d spoken again. “So what can I do for you?”

“I’m not sure how much you heard of my conversation earlier with…” your voice trailed off, looking to him for assistance.

“Jisung?” Although his mouth was full, Changbin’s jaw slightly dropped at your ignorance for not catching his friend’s name even though you were clearly flirting.

“Jisung, yeah…” for some reason, you paused, examining Changbin as he avoided eye contact with you. “That sandwich must have a great personality. You can’t look away from it longer than two seconds.” Changbin stopped eating immediately, cheeks full and eyes going wide at you calling him out.

“I— I mean, it’s a good sandwich,” was all he managed to come up with, finally meeting your face that was tilted and expressionless. Nervously, he finished what was in his mouth and wrapped it back up, setting it off to the side so his full attention was on you now. “You were saying… about Jisung?”

You hummed, “Jisung?” Changbin didn’t know how to act around you. He’d fiddled with his fingers while you remembered what you were here for. “Oh! The tattoo I wanted,” a smirk found its way back to your lips as you pulled your phone from your back pocket. “Have you seen the anime, Dorohedoro?” Changbin shook his head, no. Your fingers tapped your phone, flipping the screen to show him the reference picture. He ruffled his hair and pushed it to the side so it didn’t block his vision, though he couldn’t help noticing how pretty and slender your fingers were with nails cleanly done. The picture was of two characters, both wearing bunny ears and strange masks, Changbin had no idea what the show was about despite his extensive knowledge on anime. He took the phone from your hand, getting a closer look at it. There was no doubt in his mind he could do it.

“Where did you want it?” He handed you back your phone, careful to not let himself touch you. It was obvious, making you grin as his hands shook. Tossing the phone at the top of the table, you lifted your arm, exposing the underside of your right bicep. He took into consideration how supple your skin looked, practically glowing. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he stood and walked towards the back table. “If you don’t mind, I need to take some measurements,” he mumbled. “Do what you need to do.”

Finding the ruler and a marker, he found his way back in front of you. You held your arm out for him again, watching as he asked about how big you wanted it and marking the area you’d said. Now, he was even closer to you. Instead of just strawberries, he could smell something a little more floral sweet and powdery. It was intoxicating, Changbin slightly held his breath to keep himself together.

He pulled away, cursing himself for getting caught up in the proximity. It was quiet as he scribbled on the clipboard, not trusting himself to speak. So you broke the silence first, “think you can pull it off?”

Not looking up, “I know I can,” he responded softly.

“Great.” You jumped off of the table, pushing past him to get to your stuff in the corner. Changbin caught a whiff of you again, this time letting himself inhale deeply. You'd heard him, happy to know you made him nervous. After slinging your purse over your shoulder, you walked back up to him, waiting for his attention. It took everything in Changbin not to meet your seductive gaze and drown in your scent. Still, he failed, dropping the pen and finding your hand on his as you both reached to pick it up. You’d looked up at the same time as him, catching his eyes.

It was subtle, the way your head was tilted down so that you could look at him through your lashes the way you were looking at Jisung earlier. Only this time your eyes went back and forth slowly between his eyes and lips. They were perfectly plump and proportionate, so entirely kissable that you almost did, almost leaned in but stopped yourself by grabbing the pen from under his palm and standing. Changbin looked dazed from his crouched position in front of you, head upturned to keep contact. Another sinful smirk crossed your lips, watching as he slowly stood as well, knocking the tray of his tools slightly. This made you laugh and he internally swore he’d never heard anything so mesmerizing in his life. As embarrassed as he was to be making a fool of himself, he smiled knowing he’d been the one to force a sound such as your laugh from your lips. Still, his ears and cheeks burned.

You handed him the pen, gesturing to the forgotten papers with your eyebrows. “Right,” Changbin hurriedly took the pen, scribbling something down and turning to leave the room. Just as he got to the doorway, he faced you again. “I never got your name?” Telling him, he pursed his lips to keep from smiling and asked for you to follow him back to the front counter to finish up the process.

Changbin thanked the heavens that Jisung wasn’t there anymore, seeing him with a client across the room. Your footsteps padded lightly around the other side, politely waiting for him. “How much is it going to be?” You asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Um—” he paused, thinking of an estimation. “M–maybe around one fifty? It’s a lot of fine detailing,” he said it like he was afraid to offend you in some way.

“That’s reasonable. I would’ve paid more if it was your price. I’ve been waiting for a consultation with you to open up for months.” Months? You’d been waiting for him? If you’d come in person and asked to meet with him, Changbin would’ve kicked anyone out of the shop to make room for you.

You’d put him on the spot again, more blood rushing to his cheeks. “I’m glad you’re here now,” he admitted, truthfully so. With a gaze as devilish as yours, he’d swear he could burst into flames. He punched numbers into a calculator, switching what little attention he had back and forth between that and the paperwork. “I’m glad you’d agreed to take me.”

“How could I say no?” There was unintentional tension behind his words, realizing it all too late. You already read into his tone, watching his body shift uncomfortably as you leaned your elbows onto the counter. Not saying anything else, you just examined his hands gripping the pen and his mouth biting at the inside of his cheek. It was cute the way he looked up every few moments to see if you were still paying attention to him. You were, not planning on stopping until he asked for you to.

“Sign please,” he flipped the paper around to you, putting the pen down and turning his back to pretend to look busy so that you couldn’t see how red his face was. It didn’t hide the crimson of his ears, though. You did as he asked. “When can I see you next?” Changbin silently gasped and looked at you over his shoulder. If only he could’ve seen how shocked he looked, it made you feel giddy like a schoolgirl. How this big, masculine presenting man was absolute putty before you, not having to have lifted a finger to get him that way.

“For our first ink session,” you clarified. A sigh of relief escaped him, turning back around to regain some control over his breathing before he could look you in the face again. “Erm— I’ll have to check my calendar. I’ll give you my number and we can work it out.”

Grabbing one of his business cards, Changbin handed it to you. You took it, but set it down blank side up and reached for the pen again. He curiously watched you scribble on it, sliding it along with the paperwork across the counter towards him. “I’ve got your number already. Would you mind sending me a text when you’re free?” It was ballsy, sure. A bit rude? Maybe. But still absolutely flustering for Changbin, who could only nod eagerly and fiddle with the card. “Well then, you know how to reach me.”

Your eyes stayed on him for a moment, reading the way Changbin’s own stare traveled from your eyes, to your lips, down your neck, and stopping at the sight of your shirt tucked between your breasts that were unintentionally pushed together by your arms. He’d never looked at a client that way, not until now. Unsure of what came over him, he dumbly replied, “I’ll be waiting.” You’d cocked your head at him, finding the shakiness of his voice endearing. The lack of response kept him talking, “for your text… to set up an appointment. I didn’t mean— I didn’t wanna imply—”

“I know what you meant,” you giggled, “cute.” You didn’t show it, but you’d felt yourself grow fond of him after a few twenty minutes of meeting. His shyness made you want to just eat him up. A few moments passed, just the two of you basking in the other’s presence from opposite sides of the cash register. Once Changbin remembered where he was, he broke the contact and looked around the shop, taking that as your queue to leave. You pushed yourself off the counter and readjusted your shirt, “I’ll see you, Changbin.” The air left his lungs as his name rolled off your tongue, willing to give anything to hear you say it again. What almost knocked him off of his feet was the way you walked away towards the exit, using your back to push it open and sending him a wink followed by a cheeky smile. You were gone, and Changbin could feel himself already anticipating the next time he were to see you.

The dinging of your phone went off later that night, an unknown number showing up on your homescreen. You read it curiously, hey, got an opening on monday night. You didn’t actually have Changbin’s number, you just banked on the hope that you’d read all the signs right. Thankfully, you did.

Back at the shop, Jisung was counting the change in the register, waiting for Changbin to finish disinfecting his station after another client came in after you for a touch up. He’d come back to the front of the shop to meet with the piercer, sighing as they both plopped down onto some empty seats. Pulling out his phone, Changbin looked for your name in his message list to reread your text. It was stupid and far too sudden. Though, stupidity has a way of making itself entirely too present.

A moment later, another text came in. Can’t wait to see u tonight, it said. Another thing he’d forgotten that day, a date with a girl who he’d met a month ago. He let out another deep breath before locking his phone and dropping it onto the counter. “Fuck.”

Sunday went by all too fast. Even though Changbin was easy enough to wrap around your finger, it didn’t mean you planned it in the first place. It just sort of happened. Him, on the other hand, had forgotten for the time being about you. His date went well, they’d talked, drank, and had a lot in common. It surprised him, not actually expecting for anything to come from meeting up with her. It was a spur of the moment thing, giving his number to her when he’d accidentally crashed into her in the grocery store. He was excited to see her again.

It was already Monday afternoon by the time you’d figured out how you were going to go about the tension with the tattoo artist. You were simply going to not do anything about it. If he still walked on eggshells around you, you’d act like he wasn’t. If he was straight forward, you’d simply reciprocate.

You were laid out on his table, right arm extended so he could reach where you wanted him to work. For a while, it was professional, quiet with some occasional small talk. Then he asked about the tattoo, “you never told me about the show.”

“Hm? The anime?” you broke from your daze, trying not to think of the pain.

“Yeah,” he pulled the needle away from you and wiped the sheen of sweat on his forehead. Changbin reached for his water bottle and waited for you to respond.

“Don’t get me started, I won’t stop.”

“That good?” He smirked, so god awfully sinful.

“That good.”

Neither of you knew how it happened. One second you were handing him your credit card and the next you’re in the backseat of his car. The windows were dripping with the condensation you and Changbin created from being cramped over each other for so long. He’d flipped you into every possible position that could’ve been done in the tiny and uncomfortable space. Finally settling on laying you on your back with one leg hung over his shoulder while he used your other one to sling around his hip, he buried his face into your neck and pounding away. Car sex usually wasn’t your thing, however sometimes it’s good to get out of your comfort zone.

That was only the first of many “ink sessions.” Though Changbin wasn’t wrong, it was a lot of little details he had to be thorough about. But tattoo sessions usually ended with his cock in your mouth, hands, or finishing into your cunt. Thankfully, birth control exists. You’d learned it was one of his favorite things to do, cum inside you. Although you’d gotten him to admit that, he still kept the areas he fucked you in to a minimum being his car, your car, his work room, wherever he could have you– except for his house. His reasoning for not inviting you over being, “I can’t do that to Jisung. It’d be breaking roommate code.” What position were you in to argue?

Clearly the more desperate one. It got to a point where you’d intentionally distract him during appointments, not breaking eye contact with him while you were immobile on your back, wearing less and less clothing, going as far shoving your hand down your pants because you wanted to see how the pain from the needle would feel along side the pleasure. You were just that comfortable. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think that was the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed. That same day, he threw the tattoo pen down and ate you out on the table. This was a constant recurrence, up until you’d texted him one night asking to come over.

Can I stop by to see you tonight?

It’d been a hard week for him, and apparently you, using that excuse as the reason for the text. He’d sent the address almost instantly and told Jisung not to come out of his room for a while. “Why? Finally bringing someone over, hm?” his roommate joked. Changbin rolled his eyes, pushing Jisung into his room and closing the door for him. Another ding, you’d be over in fifteen minutes. That gave him just enough time to freshen up, clean his room, make sure he was clean all over and spray a little bit of cologne.

You were right on time, Changbin had lingered near the door so that he could listen for your footsteps. You didn’t even get to knock before he’d opened it, catching you adjusting your crop top and fixing your hair. There weren't really introductions or a house tour to be given, you were ushered towards his room before you could fully kick off your shoes. As soon as the two of you were alone in private– with a bed this time– it only took Changbin a matter of seconds to have yours and his clothes shed and lost somewhere in the room.

He wanted to take his time with you, he really did. But something about having you so close and intimate, able to smell the same strawberry lotion on your smooth skin, he’d do anything to please you. That’s how he ended up on his back with you on top of him, using his cock to get yourself off while he wasn’t allowed to so much as touch you, let alone cum. You were swirling your hips in circles and different patterns, reaching between your legs to toy with your clit, doing whatever you needed to reach another climax, and all Changbin could do was watch and wait for your command.

You looked down at him, hot and flustered with crimson cheeks, you couldn’t help but reach down and cup his chin to tilt up. “You’re doing so well, baby. Who knew a big boy like you would be able to last so long,” Changbin whimpered and your hips stilled, voluntarily clenching to feel as much of him as possible. His eyes screwed shut as he thought of anything that wasn’t your wet heat contracting around him to stop him from coming.

“Do I make you feel good? Do you wanna cum, big boy?” Changbin nodded furiously, knuckles whitening as he gripped the sheets harder. “Say it. Let me hear you.”

“Please! Yes– wanna cum so bad.” You gripped his chin tighter, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were watering and on the verge of tears, and damn did it make you just want to eat him up. Smiling down at him, withering and fucked out without getting to cum once, you said, “too bad.”

He arched into the bed and shut his eyes again, the tears finally falling. “You’re a fucking demon.”

You leaned down and tipped his face to the side to gain access to his ear. “Hi, I’m Hell. It’s nice to meet you,” you whispered as you bit on the sensitive lobe. This ripped another groan from him, he was losing his patience and so, so close to busting without your permission. It was easy to tell, he was squirming and breathing incredibly hard. Despite your words, you took pity on him. He just looked all too pretty to keep denying. You used him a bit longer, just enough to get you to the same point as he was. That didn’t take very long, his whines and pretty tears had you reeling.

Running your hands up his defined chest and along his arms slowly, you took his hands and brought them to your hips. He gripped them hard as soon as your skins touched. Lifting your hips and just leaving the tip in, you made room for him to move. “Cum.” No more time was wasted, Changbin wrapped his arms around your torso and held on for dear life to pound into you from below. The hand you snuck into his hair to pull at spurred him on, lips attaching to his neck to leave nasty marks. Your walls pulsed around him ever so tightly, he was close. His pelvis rubbed against your clit so, so nicely, bringing you to melt into him and your orgasm took over your body. As your toes curled and body convulsed over him, Changbin pulled you as close to him as possible, hips stuttering and staying buried deep inside as he unloaded himself into you. To say orgasm denial after denial was his favorite thing, he’d be lying. However you made it feel euphoric, it was the hardest he’d ever come. The way you called his name and touched him like he was all you saw— he really did believe you were Hell itself.

You’d spent the night, both of you too tired to even clean up. But when Changbin woke up, you were gone. All that you’d left was a note on his bedside table next to a pair of soiled panties, saying how you had to get to work and that you’d text him. He took the panties, bringing them to his nose and letting your scent fill his senses. Even after the mind blowing orgasm and getting to fall asleep in your arms, he longed for you again. Everything you did, even if you didn’t mean to do it, kept him so easily wrapped and tied around your pretty fingers. The only problem was being able to keep you in his bed.

Changbin had a good chunk of time before he was supposed to see you again for your next appointment, giving him time to grab some food for dinner. He was sitting in the front of the shop again, chit chatting with his roommate about what food they should order. The bell of the door rang, Jisung immediately jumped to greet whoever it was. “Hi, how can I help you?”

“Actually, I’m here to see Changbin.” The mentioning of his name made him snap his head to attention. In his element stood the girl he’d gone out with some time ago, a nervous smile plastered on her face. Standing abruptly, he knocked his chair back into the wall, causing the other customers and artists in the shop to stare.

“Wh— hi? What’re you doing here?” There was a shakiness to his voice. She didn’t say anything, smiling wider and holding up a plastic to-go bag. There was a moment of silence as she placed the bag on the counter and began removing its contents, Changbin and Jisung sharing a confused look. The girl pulled out a Subway sandwich and a cookie, “I— I got you food. I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just— well, I tried to remember what you had when we got dinner and kind of went from there. You don’t have to eat it—“

“Thank you,” Changbin cut her off, placing his hand on hers that rested on the counter. She blushed, her eyes widening at his touch.

Just then, the bell rang again. The girl was too entranced in the contact to react with the piercer and tattoo artist to see you walk in, a plastic bag in hand and a smile that wiped clean off your face as soon as you spotted his hand on hers. Changbin was frozen in place, a deer caught in the headlights except the headlights were his two worlds colliding. He locked eyes with you, both of you unmoving. It took a moment for the girl to follow his gaze behind her, seeing who was distracting him from such an intimate moment.

You were more confused than anything, eyeing the way he’d hesitated to pull away from her and wiping his hand onto his jeans. The girl’s head turned a few times between you and him, Jisung just as lost. It wasn’t like the two of you were exclusive, but you had both disclosed that there was no one else either of you were sleeping with. Apparently, that didn’t mean there wasn’t anyone else emotionally.

You weren’t about to be the first one to back down from the intense staring contest. Narrowing your eyes, you then realized he wasn’t going to acknowledge anything in front of her, clearly not wanting to leave her with a bad impression. You shouldn’t have cared about this in the slightest, but for some reason it made your blood boil.

You had a new idea. Breaking away first, you turned to the piercer, “hi Jisung. I brought you this,” you walked in front of him, standing next to the girl and holding the bag out for Jisung to take. Changbin was staring daggers at you, but the pettiness inside told you to ignore it.

“Me?” Jisung was blushing just as red as the girl. Nodding, you pushed the bag out further for him. As he took it from you, you passed a quick glance at Changbin. He looked as though he was going to combust. Changbin had to remember that his roommate had no idea about the affair that the two of you had going on, forcing him to act as if everything was normal. “Just thought of you on my way over here,” you said sweetly, but Changbin could hear the venom lacing intended for him.

Seeing you paying no mind to the artist made the girl relax a little, turning back to him to reclaim his attention. She was speaking clear and coherent sentences to him, but every word that came out of her mouth went in one ear and out the other to Changbin who was too focused on listening in on your and Jisung’s conversation. He was talking to you like you’d known each other forever, making you laugh the way that lulled Changbin in like a siren song. Every fiber in his body told him to be jealous of his roommate, however his brain reminded him of who was standing before him.

“Did you… did you hear what I said?“ The girl asked, realizing that Changbin’s mind was a million miles away from her.

“Wha— yeah,” he replied, unbothered. “Yeah, I heard you.” He hadn’t. He was too worried about how you and Jisung were both leaning in a little too close to each other over the counter and your hand was running along his bicep. Changbin ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down from the sudden emotional turmoil that stirred inside of him. Why was he jealous of his friend when he was the one who got to fuck you? More than once, at that. Clearly he had something that Jisung didn’t, so why were you making the same eyes at him as you did at Changbin?

He’d had enough, putting the lunch contents the girl had gotten for him back into the plastic bag and placing it on the seat behind him. “Sorry, I’m glad you stopped by but I have another appointment right now. I’ll text you,” he said quickly, walking around the counter and towards his work room.

You hadn’t looked at him, still deep in conversation with Jisung. Laughing, you lightly smacked his arm as if he were the funniest man in the world. “Y/N,” Changbin called out for you, a new stern tone to his voice. His voice didn’t startle you, but the way he spoke annoyed you. The girl was still next to you, looking as if she were going to burst into tears if you said anything to her. Looking at her for a split second before locking eyes with the tattoo artist, you squeezed Jisung’s hand and pushed away from the counter. “Text me later, Ji.” Sending him a wink, you pushed past the girl.

Changbin was angry, fully knowing he had no right to be. He knew he had the other girl on the side, if you would count it that way. Usually, the one you take out on proper dates where people can see you, that was the one you dated for long periods of time. The one you kept a secret, only contacting late at night or saving their contact under a different name was the side piece. Something about the girl made Changbin realize he didn’t like easy pleasing, he wanted the chase and the hard work that came with trying to reach you.

Your shoulder bumped harshly into Changbin as you walked by, that being the first time you acknowledged him since you’ve arrived. He huffed, groaning as he watched the girl leave in a hurry. Jisung’s mouth hung open so wide he could’ve caught flies watching your hips sway into the room.

The door slammed behind you, heavy footsteps pacing back and forth. You set your stuff down in the back as usual, but didn’t bother sitting on the table. Instead, you leaned against it to watch Changbin bite at his nails and stomp around. “Aren’t you going to sit down?” you said after a few moments.

“Why did you give it to Jisung?”

“Looked like you already had your hands full.” The answer took him aback, making him stop his pacing. He couldn’t do anything but stare at you, dumbfounded. “Who is she?”

“No one important.”

“No?” you scoffed, “sure looked like she was.”

“Are you jealous of her?”

“Are you jealous of Jisung?”

“Yeah, actually. You gave him my food.”

“What makes you think it was for you? Because I’m fucking you?” Changbin raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. You could smell his cologne, not the usual spiciness of a man’s scent but something rather soft and comforting. Tonka and lavender, a scent you could fall into right now like you have so many times before. “You are jealous.”

“How can I be jealous when I’m the one under you every other night? If anything, I’d say you’re the jealous one. All I did was speak to another man and I could practically see the smoke coming out of your ears.” He was caught there. That really was all you did, and rightfully so. Changbin had neglected to tell you about the girl, whose name he couldn’t even remember now. “You gave him what was mine.”

“And what was yours?” You pushed off the table, closing the space between you and him. Intimidated, Changbin took a step back but you kept coming. You forced him to circle back around so that now he was pressed against the table and you caged him in. “The food or my attention?”

There was no real reason for either of you to have any malicious feelings for the subject, truth be told. But every ounce of your being wanted to rip her throat out for touching him the way you do, and simultaneously force him to kneel at your feet and lick your shoes clean. While Changbin had never felt such envy for someone, such rage against a person he cared for dearly such as his friend. All together still willing to do everything in his power to give you anything you could ever want.

Changbin didn’t know how to respond, the devilish smirk plastered to your face and the way your eyes pierced right through him, it was terrifying. “I’m not second best. So you better speak, big boy.” The nickname made him shiver. “I could walk into that lobby and easily find someone who won’t think of me as such. Y’know, I think your roommate might have a crush on me.”

“What do you want from me?” he asked in a whisper before he’d really considered the question. The smile never left your lips as you pressed your body against his. He gripped onto the sides of the table as one hand traveled up his belly, fingertips tracing his pectoral before stopping over his throat. The same hand just barely wrapped around it as you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I want you to be mine and only mine.”

“And you? Will you only be mine, too?” This made you tighten your hand on this neck, a gasp leaving him as his body tensed under the strange sensation. Your breath was hot along the shell of his ear, you wanted him to cower under you. A small laugh left your lips, “if you behave.” Changbin’s breath hitched, feeling your warm mouth pepper kisses under his ear, down the side of his neck, and remove your hand to nip at his adam’s apple. His head fell back, eyes closing while you worked to undo his belt. You brought your face back up to his, trailing your tongue along his cheek and grazing his lips with yours, not fully kissing him. You didn’t pull his pants down all the way, unzipping it just enough to let his boner free a bit through his boxers. “Are you going to behave?”

“Anything for you,” he meant it. Changbin breathed out, so desperate for your touch. You crashed your lips to his, grabbing his dick through his boxers much rougher than he’d ever been treated. The grip was bone crushing, not ceasing as you swallowed every single one of his whimpers and whines. Tongues and teeth knocked against one another, Changbin fighting a losing battle with you. Though you pushed him away prematurely, letting go of his cock as well. “You’re done for the day. Come home with me.”

“Can I?” he asked stupidly.

“Unless you’d rather me torture you here for everyone else to hear?” He shook his head no. Eyes looking down to the boner in his pants, you said, “get yourself together, I’ll be waiting outside. Five minutes.” With that, you quickly grabbed your stuff and unlocked the door. He could hear Jisung calling your name, but was unsure if you’d stopped to talk to him again. Shaking out his hair as if it would rid himself of the jealousy that arose, Changbin tucked himself into his pants and zipped it up, looking into the mirror. His cheeks and ears were bright red, flushed from embarrassment and arousal.

He did his best to calm his heart from beating out of his chest, sure you could hear it just as loud as he did now. Changbin sucked in a deep breath to prepare to face those outside the door, specifically Jisung. He’d made up a bullshit excuse about not feeling well to get his friend to let him leave, although he knew that Jisung was suspicious. It only confirmed this skepticality when he watched Changbin get into your car through the lobby window.

The drive was short, one of your hands on the steering wheel while the other played with his fingers in his lap. Before Changbin could even blink, you were walking him up the stairs to your apartment and through the front door.

He watched you place your coat and bag onto the couch and wander into the empty space between you two. You reached out to grab his hand again softly, a glimmer in your eyes shining playfully as you led him into your bedroom. Once inside, you closed the door behind him, turning him before he could fully take in your safe space and kissing him. There was such a fervor behind it, much more heated than the ones he’s already used to sharing with you. Hesitance took over his body, unsure if he should touch you like he wanted or let you have him your way. Your palms cupped his jaw, pulling him away again. Whines left his lips as you ran your thumb over the bottom one, so eager to keep you close to him. “I’m not going easy on you tonight, big boy. You really hurt my feelings,” sinister grin growing as you spoke.

“Don’t. I can take it,” Changbin challenged. He always did like a fight. By the collar of his shirt, your lips collided once more, taking your time to strip each other of the cloth barriers.

“You remember your colors?” You asked him as you’d come to the last piece of clothing on your body, your panties. He nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, watching and waiting. “Tell me,” your fingers played with the hem.

“Green is good, yellow slows down, red you stop.” He licked his lips as you hummed and slowly brought the panties down your legs, instructing him to get on the bed.

Changbin was laid out on his back again, the same way he’d been when you were at his house. Only now, you weren’t on top of him and he couldn’t feel your body heat. You were standing next to the bed, a box in hand that rattled a little when you set it on the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. As you squirt some of the lube into your palm, you climb between his spread legs.

“Do you trust me?” He watched you rub your hands together, bringing them down to firmly double fist his leaking cock and spread the substance. It was cold, but your hands with the slick made it warm and feel oh so nice. You did your best to ignore the pulsing in your core, you’d be dripping if your own legs weren’t pressed closed.

Eyes shut, he replied, “n– no.” You scoffed at him. “And here you are, letting me play with you like a toy. Are you a toy, Binnie?” Your thumb sweetly swiped the precum, bringing it to your mouth to suck the salty liquid. When he didn’t answer, you dug the same digit into his slit. He let out a guttural groan, “words, toy.”

“‘m n– not a toy.” He couldn’t find the strength to look at you.

“No, you’re not. You just like to use them, don’t you?” One hand let go of his throbbing cock, reaching for the box you’d set aside. Changbin’s eyes shot open reluctantly, anxious to see what you’d pull out. In your hand was a cock ring. If the intention wasn’t for it to be used on him, he’d have thought it was pretty, sleek baby pink rubber that had two bunny ears at the top of the circle. You reached for the lube again, adding a bit to your finger and slicking it through the hole of the ring. His eyes went wide as he watched you stretch the ring open testingly. “Hm, not sure you’ll even fit in this little thing, you’re so big. What do you think? Want to try?” The complement and belittling piece of rubber had blood shooting straight to his dick, making it sit up straighter and harder. “I think you do.”

Stretching it as much as you could, you instructed him to hold his cock up while you slipped it onto him. You did struggle a little to get it over his head, he was just that big. But once you did, the bunny ears sat on the underside of the base, holding his cock upright for your viewing pleasure. Changbin let out a toe curling moan, loud and deep from his chest. “F— fuck, it’s so tight.” He shuddered into the pillows.

“If you think that’s tight then you’ll love what I have for you next.” Leaning in to give him a contrasting supple kiss, you also grabbed the final item from the box. A fleshlight that Changbin didn’t realize was in your hand until you grabbed his throat and forced him back into the pillows.

His eyes went wide upon seeing it, “wait— no. C’mon babe, this is humiliating enough.” He gestured down to the ring around his cock.

You laughed, “I told you, you really hurt my feelings when I saw you with that girl. Maybe you could pretend it was her you’re fucking instead of a toy. I’m sure she’d love to hear all about you calling her name when you cum.”

A deep breath strained from his mouth as he closed his eyes and shook his head no, “god— I don’t want her or this stupid toy, I want you. I need you.”

“No, you need my pussy. And I’m still upset so you’ll take what I give you until I’m satisfied.” You stood up on your knees, using them to spread his legs wider. Changbin had full view of your soaking cunt, eyes trained on the way you used your hand to swipe the arousal from your heat and spread it around the entrance of the toy. His mouth watered, able to smell your essence already. “Want me that bad you’re willing to fuck a toy that even just smells like me? What a dog.”

“Please, don’t,” he whimpered as you went to raise the toy over the head of his cock. You looked into his eyes, big, red, and pleading. They threatened to spill tears for you again, it tugged at the heartstrings you tried so hard to keep hidden. “Color, baby?”

Changbin gulped, letting out a shuttering breath, “green. Just please— don’t hurt me too long.”

Baring your teeth to him, you throw your legs over his to straddle as you aligned the toy again. “Don’t make me repeat myself. I’ll do with you what I want.” Sinking the toy over his lubricated dick, you slowly rode it up and down, tightening both hands around it to give it some extra strength. His chest heaved heavily, pants growing shorter as he tried to convince himself the toy was you, that you were riding him nice and slow the way you’d done so many times before.

Of course, the way this big and muscular man was crumbling before you had your pussy throbbing, your heartbeat was between your legs and you loved it. You loved how easily he submitted to you without asking for more than you were willing to give. Except that made you want to give him more, take him to new heights you knew he’d never experienced with anyone before. The way he reacted to the cock ring was proof of that, the same now that he was balls deep in the fleshlight and the ring making his dick swollen and extra sensitive.

You pumped the toy over him for a while longer until his imagination started to fail him, “not enough. Please, need your pussy.” Letting one hand drop to cup his spasming balls and knead. Then, you reached for his own hands that were glued to the sheets, replacing yours to hold the fleshlight as your fingers caressed his chest. His pecs were immaculate, broad and tough. All it took was a tweak of his nipple to make the strong man cry out. His hips bucked into the toy, almost throwing you off his lap. You caught yourself by falling into his chest. “Watch yourself, dog. I’ll put you in another collar around your neck,” you sent a light smack to his nipple, another groan falling as his hips stuttered into the toy.

“You just need to fuck, don’t you?” His hands shivered as he felt one of yours cup over them, the other holding his hips down to steady them to a slower pace. Warmth flooded his chest when he saw you lean down to place kisses over his heart, gentle. The softness was short lived, “bet that’s why you kept her around. You need a side piece for your side piece.”

Changbin stilled his thrusts all together, “n— no. You’re not a side piece.” He looked at you like you’d hung the stars just for him, every tear he’d shed out of more than just lust. He was infatuated, so purely and helplessly enamored with everything you did to make him drown in that fucking strawberry lotion. It was like you finally understood, finally saw that he was just confused. Confused about you, confused about what he wanted, who he wanted, how he intended to get it.

Without another word, you get off of him, taking the fleshlight from cock. Moving to the edge of the bed, you sat on your knees facing him. “Stand up and come here,” you pointed behind you, toy still in hand. He did as commanded, leaving the bed to tower over you. You bent forward onto your hands and knees, giving Changbin the littlest bit of hope you’d taken pity on him. He was wrong again.

You held the fleshlight under your glistening cunt, arousal dripping onto it. Looking back at him, your expression was as serious as it was seductive, he didn’t need to ask what you wanted of him. But still, you told him anyway. “Fuck. Like the dog you are.” His body tensed at the degradation, betraying him because in his mind he wasn’t a dog— he didn’t do anything wrong. However, his dick disagreed. He silently loved the humiliation and the way you knew just how to push his buttons, it made when you praised him and loved on him all the more sweet.

His hands hesitated to take your waist, entranced by the way you clenched around nothing. He was right there, you were just as horny as he was so why were you making him do this? “Can I touch you?“

“Yes, now hurry up. Or else neither of us are coming tonight.” That was motivation enough, the promise of him being able to cum if he just did as you asked made him stick the tip of his cock into the toy again and take hold of your hips. It was a bit slicker this time now that your arousal had coated it just a bit more. Changbin moaned as he came to the hilt of the toy. Seeing how you bit your lip as you watched him is what kept him going. Seeing you enjoy his punishment, painfully chasing his high that was still so far away as you wiggled in his face what he could’ve been buried in right now.

He had to tear his eyes away from yours to stop from losing himself to the painful pleasure. Instead he looked at your pretty pussy, pulsing, just begging for him to be inside you. What killed the impending orgasm was that he could look an inch down and find himself not inside you, fucking a toy that didn’t feel remotely as good as he knew you did. He watched as you brought the fleshlight a bit higher and held it between your legs, just enough to rub against your clit every time he pushed in and pulled out. You were getting off on it, using the toy to masturbate as you tortured him. You liked it, liked watching him suffer with a promise of pleasure by the end of it.

You let out the first moan he’d heard all night, it was quiet and not intended for his ears. But you just couldn’t help it anymore, the heat from his cock radiated through the toy and it made you want to forget the whole thing and let him fuck you stupid. But you had a point to prove. He had to know who was in charge, how the relationship dynamic would work if he decided he did want you the way he said he did.

Your moans got louder while Changbin’s turned into whines, unable to bring himself to the high that he could see you approaching from rubbing yourself on the toy. You were so close, but not close enough. Prying a hand off your hip, “put two in.” This was the most intimate he’d been able to touch you all night, his cock jumped at the opportunity.

Changbin used his thumb to collect some of your juices, bringing them to his lips and sucking. God, did your taste drive him insane, fueling his thrusts to go just a bit faster. The tips of his index and middle fingers traced your hole, just feeling you. It was teasing, something you weren’t used to being done to you, usually the other way around. “For fucks sake, Changbin if you don’t—“

“Doesn’t feel so good when it’s you, does it?” He smirked to himself.

You stole the fleshlight from his dick and crawled away from him, a whimper escaping him. “Guess you don’t want to cum as much as I thought you did.” Falling onto your back, you threw the fleshlight to the side and spread your legs wide, feet planted firmly on the bed. “Since you want to be a smart ass, you’re gonna stand there and watch me cum.”

It was a show, your fingers rubbing furiously at your clit as the other hand pumped in and out of your little hole— well, tried to. You couldn’t reach the places you needed, it was frustrating. Changbin enjoyed every second of it, watching you torture yourself because your ego was just that fragile that you didn’t want to use the cock that was in front of you. He refrained from touching himself, as difficult as it was, he also had a point to prove. He told himself he was just for you, his body only for you to touch, his cum only for you to milk, his heart only for you to rip from his chest and make him wring it dry.

You tried to keep up to domme act, you really did. But Changbin standing at the foot of your bed, cock hot, untouched, and ready to be used, you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

Pulling your fingers from your cunt, you sat up on your elbows and tilted your head at him. “Wipe that smirk off your face and fuck me.”

He didn’t waste anymore time, settling between your legs and hooking your ankles behind his back. When he finally sunk into you, his cock throbbed the hardest it had all night against the rubber ring. Neither of you were sure how long you’d been at it since the beginning— the teasing, the torture, it all blurred together to lead you to this moment. His hands caught his weight next to your head as your knees caged around his ribs, pulling him impossibly closer. Your warm walls contracted around him, making it so hard for Changbin to focus on not just blowing his load right now. He moaned, burying his face into your neck. The sweat from your bodies mixed together as your arms wrapped around his head and tugged his hair. Your heels dug into the small of his back, urging him to move. And when he did, it was like all Hell broke loose.

Changbin pounded into you like no tomorrow, cock filling you up in all the places only he could reach. The familiar sound of skin slapping against skin was like the rhythm and his moans were the melody, music to your ears. He bit into your shoulder one more time before sitting up and hauling your hips higher, getting the angle so it’d hit your deepest spot just right. Each time he entered you again, your body slowly inched up towards the headboard, the wood banging against the wall. It probably pissed off your neighbors, but neither of you seemed to care as he bit his lip and pulled out to flip you on your stomach. His raw strength was out on display, holding your body mid air by the front of your hips and your legs limp on the outside of his. You tried to hold your upper body up, doing a shit job of it as he pummeled into you again and your arms gave out. You fell face first into the pillows and reached out to hold your hands to the headboard. Turning your entire upper body, you finally could see him, watch him use you to chase his own pleasure.

That was one of the biggest turn ons, being able to deny, deny, deny him. Then the minute you gave him an inch of freedom, he took it and ran for miles.

You clenched, feeling the rubber ring rub against your clit so nicely every time he pushed back in. His hands gripped so hard, you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow— which was a small price to pay for the wonderful pleasure Changbin was bringing you. You’d been building your orgasm ever since you’d put the ring around his cock, it was just such a pretty sight. He, on the other hand, had been about to blow numerous times. He didn’t need much, but the cock ring made it difficult despite how sensitive he was because of it.

“Shit, you even fuck like a dog. Do you even— fuck— know how to use that big dick of yours?” Your eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed and sweat matting your hair to your forehead. It was the prettiest thing Changbin has ever seen, your dirty words being a complete 180 from your looks made his head dizzy.

He wanted to please you, he wanted to so badly that he just kept pounding away. You fluttered around him, close enough that it sucked in his cock every time it pulsed around it. “Fuck! Keep going, ‘m so close.”

He was too, grunting and groaning as his arms went numb from holding you up. It wasn’t that you were heavy, not by any means, but he wasn’t thinking of anything else other than to cum. If you were close, that meant he needed to be too if he wanted his sweet release. So he jackhammered harder, faster into you to catch up.

And when you convulsed around him, so fucking tight and for so fucking long, Changbin released as well, moaning your name and coating your insides white, hot, and sticky.

He didn’t drop you right away, slowly easing your body into his lap to collect yourselves. Still, your body writhed and twitched as you came down, breathing labored and uneven. Your eyes were closed as Changbin hunched over you, brushing your wet hair from your face to give you a small kiss on the cheek. You smiled at the action, twiddling your fingers to look for his. He gave it to you, squeezing gently before trying to pull out without hurting you. Wincing as he did, you rolled over to help him take the ring off. “Shit, is this how you feel every time I pull out?”

You laughed at his remark, putting it and the fleshlight back into the box to clean later. He knelt at the foot of the bed, unsure what to do. You beckoned him over with your arms held out wide. Changbin all but jumped into them, face down into your breasts. He wanted to switch positions, but somehow you coerced him into staying put. “Haven’t you ever heard of a weighted blanket?”

“A two pound blanket isn’t the same as an entire human being.” You both laughed, drowsiness begging to overtake you.

As your eyes closed and your fingers tangled in his hair, you called out to him. “You’re spending the night.”

“Can I?” sleep polluted his voice.

“No,” you whispered as you kissed the top of his head.

A/N: yay part 4! ngl this took me a gooooood minute to write cus there were so many ways I wanted this to unfold but i’m decently happy with how it did.

Another spoiler for part 5..? I’m thinking Jeongin hehehe I’ve got an idea for it already.

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