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bahngnxxx · 3 months ago

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--YOUR MINE.

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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------✦ PAIRING. Changbin x !F! reader

✦ GENRE. Fluff, smut, romance.

✦ WORD COUNT. 5.3k

✦ WARNINGS. (NOT PROOF-RED) 18+ mdni — explicit content, extreme fluff and fuzziness, beware, you might die of being single LOLOLOL sorry (totally not me), the usual, slight choking, muscle kink, gentle yet rough sex?? P in v (unprotected. Wrap it before you tap it boys.), lots of sloppy kissing, drool, female overstimulation, cunnulingus, nipple play, breeding kink, hair pulling.

With a groan, you whip the car door open and catch it before it could snap off from your force, and enter the car. You set the side mirrors, rearview and all before speeding home to your beautiful fiancé.

Once you made your way back, you inspect the windows of the large house and don’t catch glimpse of the lights open. Great, he must be asleep, he’s probably tired of waiting for your ass, it’s 8pm anyways, that's late for a routinely guy like binnie. Changbin is the type of guy to sheepishly fall asleep while waiting for someone, he doesn’t mean to but he gets lost along the way. He tries his best!

You grab ahold of the knob and slowly turn it, entering the house only to almost trip over an array of white tulips and dark red roses on the floor. You are quick to stabilize yourself among the narrow beige walls of the house, averting your gaze upwards to the dimly lit house. Your breath catches in your throat. The area before you is bathed in soft, flickering, lavender and vanilla scented candles, the golden flames dancing across the walls, casting gentle shadows that make the entire space feel like something out of a dream. A slow gasp escapes your lips as your eyes adjust to the scene before you.

The scent of roses—deep, velvety, intoxicating—fills the air, mingling with the subtle, warm fragrance of vanilla from the candles placed meticulously around the room. A path of crimson petals stretches before you, leading your gaze across the dark hardwood floors. The petals are arranged in a winding, delicate trail, guiding you toward something… and you fall for it like a kid falls for candy laid in a pattern on the floor.

The entire house is dimly lit, the usual brightness replaced with a sultry, intimate ambiance. Sheer drapes, left slightly open, allow the dark, blue moonlight to seep in, blending with the soft flicker of candlelight. Shadows move like whispers along the walls, and the warmth of the room wraps around you like an embrace.

You take a tentative step forward, your heartbeat slow and deep, anticipation pooling in your chest. Along the path, small lanterns glow like tiny stars, illuminating the way. The music is subtle—low, romantic, something deep and soulful playing just under the sound of your own breath.

The petals lead you to the staircase, where more candles flicker on each step, casting an ethereal glow upward. It’s hypnotizing, pulling you forward. The railing is wrapped in strands of fairy lights, soft and golden, adding to the magic of the moment. At the top of the stairs, the petals continue, guiding you down the hallway toward a room where the door is slightly ajar.

Your fingers graze the handle, pushing it open gently, and the sight before you steals whatever breath you had left.

The bedroom is a masterpiece of desire and devotion. A canopy of soft, sheer fabric drapes over the bed, fluttering slightly with the movement of the air. The bed itself is dressed in deep red satin sheets, the kind that beg to be touched, smooth beneath your fingertips. More roses—bundled in lavish arrangements—sit in crystal vases on the nightstands, their deep crimson petals vibrant against the candlelight.

And in the midst of it all, lighting one last candle before setting it onto the small side table is your to-be husband, Seo Changbin.

His light purple faded curled locks blending in beautifully with the orange, glowing hue of the fire, thick black glasses hanging low on his arched nose, lips in a slit, focused on the task at hand. He’s dressed in an incredibly sexy fit, although it really isn’t much--it is a big deal to you, black tight turtleneck that hugs his body perfectly, tucked into smooth grey-black slacks, topped off with a thin black belt, just begging to be taken off. Or maybe that's just in your head.

He gently sways around to meet your eyes, but your quickly met with a gasp followed by a loud, obnoxious yelp, feet lifting off the ground, his small yet thick veiny hands meeting his chest in a bunch. He lets out a sigh of relief, small doll-like lips forming into a sheepish smile.

“Yah, yeobo, you scared me. Welcome home baby, how was work?”

He’s quick to waddle up to you and pull you into a tight embrace, absorbed by the warmth and.. Largeness of his tits, gently cradling you from side to side, feet to feet, hands running through your pin straight silky dark brown locks, down to the small of your back, peppering kisses onto your forehead. He’s not the tallest man in the world, but that's only because God knew he would be unstoppable if he had that much height, so bin was generous enough to pass it around.

He takes a deep inhale of your head as you smile and nuzzle into his chest, your speech muffled from the thick fabric of his sweater.

“Mnhh, tiring. ‘m so sorry I came home so late handsome, my boss has something against me.”

He let out a soft affectionate hum at your words, lifting your chin up with the edge of his two fingers, gazing down at you with affection in his wide eyes.

“Ah, aniyo, don’t be sorry. It’s okay, you came home just in time. My poor jagi must be tired, hm? Let’s rest together, yeah? Ooh ooh, yeobo, do you like the setup I did? Is it cute?”

He went from gently cooeing at you and calming swaying you, to his eyes beaming with excitement and guiding your gaze throughout the room, a wide grin on his face as he shared his efforts with you. You let out a soft chuckle, kissing both of his cheeks bunched up from the smile, your slender hands resting upon his broad shoulders.

“I love it, but I love you more. You did such a good job, you don’t know how surprised i was when I came in. I might just cry, thank you head my love.”

He let out a flustered, sheepish chuckle, bashfully rubbing the back of his, cheeks flushing to a light pink hue. “A-ah you're flustering me. Come on, though. I have a nice spa day- well.. Night. Spa night set up for you.”

With his words, he takes up your hands and wraps them further between his shoulders before moving his hands from the small of your back to your hips, and with a huff, picking you up in his arms, bridal style, feet dangling in the air as he carries you to the bathroom, immediately entranced by the beautiful, sweet date and cacao aroma in the air. You giggle as he places you down on the edge of the tub. It’s so nicely prepared, little Sakura flowers dancing atop the warm, delicious scented water. There were sets of little snacks, soaps, bath salts and bombs stacked up against the tub’s shelves, all to which were your favorite scents, floral and vanilla-ey. It’s what you smelt like most of the time, but he also knew you liked his scent a lot, adding in a few droplets of his perfume, Gucci's guilty pour femme into the steaming tub. The water was tainted a nice crystal blue, like in the sea, and small foamy bubbles arose to the top as he switched the creaky knob of the tub shut.

He isn’t the type to rush things, and neither is he a lustful and thirsted man. He’s more on the modest side, or maybe he’s just a little shy—but the two don’t differ much. You’ve rarely seen him shirtless as such, and he denies to see you when you try to reveal yourself a bit. He instead covers his eyes with the palms of his hands, mumbling flustered words, tips of his ears red, running a path all the way down his neck, and even a little to the tips of his hands and nose. It was a sight to see, all the more adding to his sexiness, even though some may consider it cute.

But today was different for him. He was taking a bold step further as he knelt down on his knees before you and gently slipped the warm socks off your feet, gently setting them aside before getting up into a crouch, gently undoing the buttons of your work uniformed jeans. Your none-the less shocked, but even more silenced by his actions, and he looks content about it too. Almost.. Eager, which you wouldn’t use to describe him in these subjects. Your breath hitches and your lip’s part.

“B-binnie what are you- huh?”

“Will you get into the bath with your clothes on, jagi? Is that what you usually do?” He smirks up at you with a chuckle, eyes narrowed in a teasing manner, his touch light as a feather as his hands trickle their way to your zipper, very softly uncurling the fabric of the tight material off your soft thighs, down to your ankles, and sliding them off in the floor, quickly folding them up into a neat pile on the ground. Your face feels hot, your body feels sweaty, and most of all you feel blood rushing to all the wrong places, to your face but not to your arms or anywhere their supposed to, but a pulse is clear down in your panties.

He stands back up and gently lifts you up so you're standing afront him, gazing down at you with gentle eyes, clear with intention.

“Raise your arms for me, love.” He whispers out, to which you oblige to. Now you're the shy one, eyes staring wide and face gaping at him in pure awe, surprise and.. Prominent lust. His face is eerily close to yours, breathe hot on your face, gently brushing strokes against your nose with every breathe he takes. He runs his hands up your side, to the underside of your armpits, and up to hook under your shirt. Goosebumps spread across you, and chills that make your back arch up to him ever so slightly, eyes wide. He lets out a soft chuckle under his breathe, that small subtle, gentle smile plastered on his face, maintaining eye contact with you as he pulls the shirt off your body, leaving you in just your garments. He’s not shamelessly staring per say, but he is LOOKING, for sure, eyes shyly glancing down at your body, but then back up at your face like he regrets what he’s doing.

“Could I.. help you remove the rest? I won’t try anything sneaky.”

Of course, the reassurance, he wants to make you feel safe, not that it’s a bad thing. You fucking love it, letting out a soft hum and a nod at his words. He takes his cue, hands gently drifting to your upper back, taking the lacey material in his hands and slowly unclasping it. Sure, he’s seen you naked.. But not SEEN, seen, he’s glanced, but he doesn’t have quite an idea of what it looks like in general. He hasn’t GRASPED the concept of.. Breasts and all that. Yours in particular, so when the material slides off your body and to the floor, his breathe doesn’t just hitch, he lets out an abnormally large gasp as if he’s heard horrible news, and you can see the gears twisting in his mind, veins tightening in self-control, audibly trying not to get a boner from the sight. He bites on his lower lip, hands tremoring as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, your surprised he doesn’t have a bulge yet, or so you thought. With shaky wrists, he moves down to your panties, sitting you back down before he took any further action.

“Lift your hips for me, pretty girl.” he spoke in a hushed, yet trembling voice, and you quickly raised your legs up in the air as he wiggled your panties down your legs, and there's no denying the string of slick that connected to your seeping pussy down to your inner thighs. He lets out a strained groan this time, his cock throbbing and straining against the slacks, almost painfully because their locked in place so tight.

“I-I'm sorry jagi I just- I tried to control myself. I promise I don’t have any sort of inten-”

“Binnie. It’s okay, you need to stop overthinking things. It’s okay, okay?”

“..o-okay.” he mumbles back, face flushed with embarrassment as you chuckle and gently ruffle up his hair in an affectionate manner. He stands back up with wobbly knees and helps you into the tub, and immediately the water caves in around you, before waving back out in gentle rays. The water felt incredible, so soft and smooth, not to mention the scent of it, so incredibly relaxing. You stare back at him with wide, loving eyes and smile.

“Thank you so much for this, binnie. For everything. You’re the best, I love you so much.”

He lets out a shy chuckle at that, cheeks only further reddening to prove your point. He really is the best, and the sweetest. He gazes back down at you and leans downwards to press a soft kiss to your scalp, gently patting his hands down your scalp. “I love you too, yeobo. Nothing would ever change that. Ever.” He coos as he takes a little heart shaped chocolate between his fingers and props it up to your mouth, opening his mouth in a playful gesture as it makes its way into your own. You chuckle, lips rounding against the chocolate as he mimics your movements like a child, making “mmm” noises as you ate it. You had to fight yourself to try to not spit it out with the silly noises he was making.

The water trickled down your hair as he poured the last mug of water atop of you, streaming down your face to your shoulders, the bubbles that you were once lathered in, now making a thin layer up against the water. He pats his hands dry onto his pants before getting up and grabbing a nice towel for you, helping you rise out from the water and God he can’t keep his eyes off you, not anymore, scanning down your shining wet shoulders, down to the droplets coating your perky boobs, to the chub of your stomach, the curve of your waist and mostly to the lips of your puckered up pussy. He bites down on his lower lip again to prevent any sounds coming out. You can’t imagine the pain he must be in, even the sight is painful to see, the bulge is wayy too tight on his pants and your surprised on how much self-control he has. Or anxiety, one of the two.

He quickly drapes the towel over your head, a cold gush of wind following, coating you in goosebumps until your lathered by the familiar warmth of it. He then helps you out of the tub, careful so you don’t fall out, but then your propped up against him, thighs pressed up against the tiles of the edge of the tub, staring up at him with the eyes that really get him wild. You straighten your back slightly before you lean in to gently kiss him, and he returns it with the same gentleness as you, always following your lead... and that frustrates you a bit. He’s always looking out for you, what you want, his only priorities are you over himself, when really, he should focus on what he wants too. You detach your lips in haste and his face is left in a pucker, eyes widened a bit.

“Baby, what's wrong?” He questions, lips now retracted to a thin, worried line.

“Bin, could you just.. Stop? Stop holding back? Kiss me like you mean it, kiss me how you want. I need you to stop worrying about me, and what I want. Trust me when I say I'm okay with anything, and if I don’t like it I'll tell you. Mark my words, okay?”

His eyes are gleaming with something different this time, and now you know you’ve said the right things. Instead of nodding or responding, he takes up your lips in a much deeper and harsher kiss, lips colliding and squished up against your own, tongue forcing access into your own as he tastes you, keeping the towel wrapped around your body as he takes ahold of you up in his arms, both thighs straddling him, body tucked into a bunch in the towel as he carries you to the bed.

He drops you back down on the soft bed and you recoil a bit. He doesn’t bother to pat you dry, your legs spread, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress, his body in between as he messily kisses you, licking stripes up your lips to your chin. He’s gone rouge and you are so fucking into it, strong arms holding you pinned against the bed, aching cock stuttering up and humping against your bare heat, the fabric of his pants making you squirm beneath him. The kisses are lewd and sloppy, sucking and slurping at your lips, biting down on your tongue, teeth clashing together, tongue running patterns against your lips as he detaches with a pant, and with multiple strings of saliva connected to his mouth and yours. He kisses harshly down your jawline to your nape, finding the sensitive spot low below your ear and biting at you. You let out a whimper, your arms finding its way to his broad shoulders, gently gripping at them as he marks the way from your neck all the way down to the cleavage of your chest, licking another path to the perk of your breasts, his tongue running laps around your hard nipple, before his lips clamp down on them, sucking at it. You let out a squeal, back arching up to meet his mouth as the other hand makes way to grope and knead your other breast in his hands. He lets out a low groan onto your skin.

“S-shit you taste good. So good. I love you so much, God, I love you. Wanna make you mine, make you mine forever...”

He chants those words like an omen, like a desperate prayer as his lips find their way down your stomach, then to the fat of your mons pubis, biting at the crease separating thighs before he’s gripping at your lush thighs and throwing them over his shoulders, feet resting on his shoulder blades and his face is buried in your pussy. You’d never seen him in this position before, especially before you, and that draws another desperate mewl out of you, hips rolling against nothing, desperately seeking his mouth to which he responds to, hands holding tight onto your ass as he inhales your scent, nose tickling the tip of your clit. His soft warm tongue finds way to the hood of your clit, licking all the way down to the slit of your vagina, tongue delving into you as he fucked you with it. You buck your hips against him, the heels of your feet finding their way to press him deeper into you, toes curling as he pulls you even further towards him until the only thing you can see is his locks and brows, face completely indulged in your heat. He continues to thrust his tongue in and out of the hollow of your seeping pussy, collecting all of the juices that leaked out of you, making sure not one drop was wasted before licking his way back up to your clit, flicking his tongue against you and closing his mouth in on it, the heat and flow of him driving you insane. At this rate you’re, getting close as his tongue works to flick faster against your clit, but just when you thought things couldn’t get better, he quickly detaches his mouth from you and takes two fingers into his mouth, sucking and coating them before taking them out with a pop, spitting on them for good measure before he’s back at your clit, flicking and sucking at it with all he has while his fingers work deep inside of you, curling up at your g-spot. Just to test the waters, he moans into your clit and the vibration thrums through you, and you cry, to which he hums again but louder. Your toes curl up against him and your hips buck up towards him, moaning loudly and yelping his name like a prayer, your hands gripping the bedsheets hard until your knuckles fade into a pale color, and with one last strong suckle of his mouth and thrust of his fingers your coming undone. “F-fuck I'm cumming! Y-yeobo I'm- cumming I- ch-changbin--!!”

You moan out as cum drools down your pussy, and his mouth meets your opening once again, making sure to fuck you out of your orgasm and suck any juices left so your milked dry. He finally raises back up from you with a slanted mischievous smile.

“God, you taste so good. You’re doing so good for me yeobo. Ah, I almost forgot, this is unfair. I’m still clothed and you’re not, huh? I’ll get to work then~”

Your eyes gleam even through your dizzy haze, eagerly staring up at him, still out of breath as he works his way out of the turtleneck, throwing it off to the side and holy shit, it’s more then you could have ever imagined. Light abs printed on his body, large pecs and the broadest shoulders you’ve ever seen, not to mention the thick muscle of his arms, which you shamelessly adore. He smirks and flexes the muscles, veins popping out as he does so.

“Like what you see?”

“I fucking love it. Please bin, I need you.”

He responds with a low groan, his hands making its way to his tight pants, quickly undoing them and rolling them off his body, boxers stained with a massive amount of precum, but before you can even tell apart the color of his boxers their already ripped of his body, his thick cock standing up straight, leaking and pulsating. It's the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and you swear you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing despite JUST coming.

He quickly but gently lifts you up from the bed and placed you down so that you're on all fours, bent over for him, on your knees, stomach facing the bed as he gets up behind you, chills spread across your spine. His muscular forearms tease their way up your stomach, to your breasts, (groping them in the process) and to the ball in your throat, VERY gently pressing his thumb against it before his entire fist is locked up against your throat, not enough to steal your breath but enough to strain it, just a bit, and he’s aware of the impact. Hell, he can see your pussy begging and screaming for him to take you up. He uses his other hand to stroke his cock, and you let out a shuddered moan, the sound of his slick precum lathered against his dick so arousing to you, and you swear you could hear him moan back in response. He takes one of your ass cheeks and spreads it, the same hand he used to stroke himself making its way to the small of your back, thumb gently pressed down against your back dimples.

“Arch down for me a bit more.”

And so, you do, your face buried in the pillows and your hips sticking straight up, wiggling in anticipation. “Are you ready for me? Could I go in?”

“No need to ask.” You whisper, and he takes that as a cue to go ahead, which it infact is—but anyways your met with the warm sensation of a thick girth pressed against your heat, gently gliding up to your sensitive clit, back down to your wetness, collecting it onto his own heat. The lewd sound of his cock gently slapping against your pussy fills the room, mixed with the sinful sounds of both of your anticipatory hums and moans. With one final breathe of his, you can feel his cock easing its way through your tight pussy, and you let out a tremored whine, before his cock is finally in all the way, balls deep. He gives you some time to adjust to his size before he’s pulling out again, then thrusting back inside of you, balls clapping up against your clit. You let out a loud moan, and he lets out a shudder of pleasure. “M-mnh god--” He moans out, sliding his way out before plunging back in, and deep. He takes his time despite the impatience the two of you hold, he wants to make sure that you're okay and adjusted well, and once he feels that your well enough, he picks up the pace, moaning with each thrust he gives, speaking in a strained voice. ‘F-fuck you're so tight. S-so fucking tight- fuck!" He gasps as he picks up the pace even further, fucking deep into you, thrusting with a might that’d drive you insane, your breasts hanging in the air and bouncing forward with each thrust, one of his hands gently caressing and keeping your ass cheek spread while the other runs a firm but gentle grip on your throat, making your moans sound even more strained and lewd-- pornographic and loud.

“S-Seo I- oh- fuck- fuck me faster! H-harder!” You cry out, and he obliges once again, the sound of his balls clapping against you getting further wet and lewd, fucking into you with a fervor unmatched and unfamiliar with his normal, household husband dynamic.

“Gon’ breed you.. Gonna fill this beautiful, pretty pussy with my cum.. Gonna fucking fill you with my babies. You wanna carry my babies, yeah? Yeah? Wanna let me mark you? Yeah? O-oh such a good girl, taking me so well, fuck.”

You let out a sinful moan as he speaks those words, furthermore adding to your arousal, but this time he spreads his legs, still on his knees but this time lowered slightly so now his stiff cock buckled into you at the perfect angle, your back arching so deep into the mattress you might just crack your spine. Desperate moans slipped out of his mouth more than yours, constantly repeating the words ‘breed’ to you like a broken record, but you were to lost in the feeling to even fully comprehend what he was chanting on about. You tried to speak, but he cut you off with a sharp thrust that made you cry out. His grip on your waist was bruising, holding you in place as he pounded into you mercilessly, every hump hitting deeper, harder, until you were a squirming mess beneath him, his hand around your throat stroking patterns until your vision went white. He arched down so that his heavy, muscular body was pressed up against your back, breathe hot against your skin. His teeth sank into your soft skin, leaving a ruthless mark on your shoulder. The pleasure of it overlapped the pain, his relentless drilling on your sloppy cunt that made you grip onto the headboards for dear life.

“FUCK! I can't—” Your cries echoed off the walls of your bedroom, loud and feral.

“You can’t? I know you can take it, baby.” Changbin snarled, his voice laced with lust as he dragged his cock out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting that spot, the one that made you squirm. His teeth grazed your earlobe as his hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place. “Can’t take me? Too much for this tight little cunt?”

“Y-yes—no—I don’t know!” you whined, your fingers clawing at the headboard as your body quivered beneath him. His hand slid up on your throat, pulling you upright so your back was flush against his chest. The new angle made you scream, his cock hitting even deeper, harder, the relentless pace leaving you on the verge of tears, but in the best way possible. You were on your knees, weak against him, his own knees buckling, your thighs shut tight, milking his cock dry as he humped upwards into you, deep and demanding. Both his hands slid to meet your breasts, quickly and unevenly drawing lines on your erect nipples, groping onto your boobs for support.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice gravelly and thick with lust. “Let it out, baby. Feel yourself, let go for me.”

The way his cock kept hitting the right spots made you climb higher and higher, the knot tightening, only seconds away from snapping, your whimpers and moans poured out endlessly.

“I'm gonna come— I'm—”

You couldn't even finish your sentence as the second orgasm left you shaking, trembling and reeling beneath him. Your walls clamped down on his cock, pulling him deeper until he was met with own orgasm, his seed spewing into you like ropes.

“Fuck!” Changbin moaned, his grip on your boobs loosening as he chased his own release. His hips stuttered, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips, cock twitching as he pumped you full. Breaths ragged and heavy, Changbin collapsed forward, but braced himself to avoid crushing you beneath his muscular weight.

“You did so good, baby,” He murmured, his voice low and thick, trying to catch his breath while he nipped your sensitive skin. Both of you were drenched in sweat, the mingling of your bodies making the heat in the room unbearable, yet neither of you moved.

His cock softened inside you, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he just leaned forward kissing the nape of your neck and shifted slightly, you winced at the feeling of him still inside you, oversensitivity making your nerves spark.

Like he was under a curse and was just released, he immedeatly plunged upwards, surpsing your tired, limp body, making you flinch ever so slightly as his gaze drifted towards your littered body with a pout, quickly leaning back down to lather you in affection and kisses.

“Y-yeobo oh I'm so sorry. You were incredible, too good- I just got carried-”

“Changbin!” you sighed tiredly, with an undertone of humor in your spent voice as you flipped around to meet him, greedily pulling him down so that he was laying beside you, nuzzling beside him.

“Let’s just stay like this.. For a while. So the babies inside me will start to develope.

Now it was his turn to yell your name.

“Y-Y/N!”

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