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[helianthus21]

love the idea that Luca/Geumga Plaza have kind of a failsafe for Vincenzo, either when they want sth from him or when he becomes too focused on work or whatever and neglects his own basic needs, and that is to send, in this order:

Han-seo, who will use his puppy eyes and then his kicked puppy look when Vincenzo ultimately rejects him at first

Cha-young. just Cha-young

[hyunniesgirl]

Trophy Husband

Just a little something I wrote for Changbin

This content is +18 only, minors do NOT interact

You never found it particularly interesting to be a housewife, there's nothing wrong with being one, it's just that that is not your cup of tea.

That's why you spent years of your life hearing your family nagging you about a husband and children but you just brushed it off until you reached your goal: being successful.

When it finally happened, after years of you working your ass off it was natural for you to want to take the next step. So it's time to arrange the family you've been putting on hold for so many years.

You have wasted your time on more than ten dates, every man you met wanted the same thing: a pretty wife to be a stay at home mom. Even though they all told you they had no problem with you keeping your job, you have a lot of problems with working outside and then having to come back home to work in the house too.

So you changed your matches. Other than successful men, you started focusing on young men that didn't have long-term plans for their career, landing on the perfect partner: Seo Changbin.

He's a model, that's good, he doesn't have a fixed work schedule. He's handsome, so your children will be good looking too. He's funny and sexy, just the way you like it.

You propose to him by your second month of dating, taking him by surprise and promising you'll take care of him forever. He just has to be pretty and work hard to make your happy little family happen, you want at least two kids, after all.

You didn't actually have to ask him to work hard on that, as it is his pleasure to bend you over your desk in the middle of the day while you work from home. Changbin thrusts into you so deeply you can feel the head of his cock poking your cervix. He's making sure his seed is going to make its way safely to where you need it.

He fucks you when you wake up, lazily dragging his cock to your entrance, moving his hips slowly at a pace that would kill your impatient self if you weren't so dizzy from the slumber you just got out of. He fucks you in between meetings, making sure you are well motivated for the next few hours. He fucks you on the kitchen after the dinner is served, putting you on the table and eating you out before fucking you again. He fucks you before sleep too, pulling you by your ankles and positioning himself in between your legs, filling you up with his cock, thrusting so hard you think he could break your hips.

He'll make you stay still, legs up, for at least ten minutes before landing a kiss on the top of your head, saying you did a good job and that you should sleep now.

It doesn't take much of this routine for you to get pregnant. You go to the events at the company you work for, showing off your husband in a tight suit and the bump in your belly growing slowly. You're the happiest right now with your little family. You have the perfect husband by your side and soon you'll have your child in your arms too.

[bbyquokka]

family man

pairing: seo changbin x fem reader

genre: fluff, smut, ex-idol au – MDNI

synopsis: a look into changbin's family life - as husband and father.

warnings: established relationship, smut, husband changbin, father changbin, pregnancy, all skz members 'retired' from being idols, body insecurities, post-maternal body (weight gain, stretch marks, etc), mention of periods, pet names, fingering, oral sex (m + f rec), edging, breeding kink, unprotected sex (piv)

words: 7k ~ (7086)

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

family life. it wasn't something seo changbin thought of or considered; until he met you. debuting as an idol early on, he thought he was destined to be single and not have a family. of course, he loves and adores his job, that much is seen via the passion he puts in plus the x amount of hours. however, that nagging feeling he felt when he saw couples pushing a stroller with a newborn made him wonder if he wanted to be an idol forever. 

he never considered himself to be a family man. his members have told him numerous times that he is a very caring, kind and observant person. he soon started to wonder what his life would be like if he was a husband and a father.

what would his baby look like? would it be a boy or girl? would he or she have his eyes, nose, mouth? would he or she grow up and want to follow in his footsteps, or would they want to take a different direction in life? 

if he had a daughter, he wouldn't mind her dressing him up in pink tiaras, painting his nails and putting on make-up. calling her daddy a princess whilst playing tea parties with stuffed animals. if he had a son, he would teach him how to kick a ball around a field, play with toy cars and plastic trucks whilst pretending to be a builder, hammering plastic nails with a plastic hammer, pretending to fix things together. as they grow older, he would support them in their life choices. wherever the path of life takes his children, he will be there pushing and encouraging them gently, whilst guiding them in the right direction.

he never considered himself to be a family man; until he met you.

the light of his life. his heart and soul. you set his soul on fire all from a single touch. fallen head over heels for you, he would do anything and everything for you.

it started off small and light. a few texts here, a few calls there before it escalated into video calls that would last until the next day. falling asleep on call with each other soon became a common thing between you both, especially seeing as he was on tour a lot. changbin soon found himself thinking about you and only you to the point that it started to affect his work.

chan didn't mind, in fact, he loves seeing his members so smitten and in love. he wants what's best for his members because they are also his family, however, chan had to let it be known that changbin would have to try and separate work from home. not to be mean or to disregard his feelings, quite the opposite actually.

you're not an idol. you're just a normal person with a 9 to 5 job and bills to pay. having you in the public eye was the last thing on chan's and changbin's mind. changbin knew chan was right, he always is.

weeks turned to months. you and changbin were very close. you tried to keep it a secret but nothing is a secret when there's hidden reporters and paparazzi. the hype soon died down though once people realized that you and changbin are in this for life.

changbin soon started to get accustomed to your life because he spent so many days and nights with you, he picked up on your habits and routines. he knows that you need a cup of coffee to start off your mornings. he knows how toasted you like your toast and how much butter you like on it.

he was there for you 24/7 and if he wasn't by your side, you were always on his mind. it soon got to the point where, being boyfriend girlfriend just wasn't enough for him and for you.

you both have spoken about marriage before as well as starting a family. changbin stated that he would retire from being an idol if you ever got pregnant, claiming that he didn't want his child to be in the public eye and be subjected to it.

of course, as soon as he asked you to marry him, a few months later you presented a positive pregnancy test to him. shock, excitement, anticipation, worry - so many emotions were felt all at once by changbin.

he's going to be a father.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“how are my two favourite girls?” changbin hums softly as he walks to you with a spring in his step. you look up at him, smiling warmly at your new husband. cradling your newborn close to your chest as she nurses from you, changbin bends down and kisses the top of your head gently.

it has just been a few days since you gave birth and the new title of mother father. you gave birth to a healthy baby girl, with thick curly hair and eyes just like her father's. you're sore and tender, your body shocked at the sudden impact of giving birth. you hoped for a smooth birth however, your daughter was too comfortable, refusing to come out and be born into the big world; not like you can blame her.

under strict instructions of the nurses and midwife, you've been told to take it easy. which, in your opinion, is hard to do when you have a newborn that's completely dependent on you. you do have changbin by your side though and you just know he is going to be an absolute diamond.

“we're doing just fine binnie.” changbin situates himself next to you on the sofa, smiling so bright, the sun is jealous. a look of fondness and pure love radiates in his eyes and features as he gazes at the two people he treasures with his whole life.

“i can't believe we made this sweet thing.” changbin whispers, stroking his daughter's thick curly black hair that she's clearly inherited from him. you chuckle, humming softly.

“neither can i, binnie. not going to lie though, it feels like it's all happened so fast.”

“what do you mean baby?” 

“well, as soon as we found out i was pregnant, we got married instantly. after the marriage, it feels like i blinked and boom! here she is.”

“is that a bad thing?”

“nono! of course not! it's magical if anything. im more than happy to have a family with you, binnie. you're the perfect father to our daughter.” 

“i still can't believe i've left all that behind.” it’s been a few years since changbin retired. the members all agreeing to do the same; it's not the same if it's not 8. the rest of the members either decided to continue working in music or to pursue their dream jobs before they became an idol.

jeongin became a kindergarten teacher, hyunjin a famous artist, his art being displayed in museums as well as being sold for thousands. seungmin decided to open up his own coffee shop. felix now does professional modeling. minho a famous chef whilst jisung and chan decided to work together and start a school for teens and adults that want to learn about music.

life has been quiet for all the members since they retired, however, you're just glad that everyone stays in contact with each other and manages to do regular hangouts.

“do you miss it, binnie?” 

“yes and no. i miss performing, miss the fans and even the chaos of it all. damn, i even miss the sleepless nights.” changbin chuckles softly, watching you cradle his daughter.

“be careful what you wish for darling. i'm sure our little one will give us plenty of sleepless nights as well as keep us on our toes.”

“ya think?”

“she is your daughter after all, bun.” changbin beams. his heart and pride swelling. he has everything he could possibly want and more.

“what do you think she will grow up to be like? think she will follow in my footsteps?” 

“maybe. or maybe she will choose a different path in life. either way, she has us to help guide her.”

“as well as chan, jisung...” changbin chuckles. you nod, looking fondly at your little bundle of joy.

“i can't believe it bun. i can't believe it actually happened. it all feels like a dream.”

“neither can i darling. i never thought i could or would be a family man, yet here i am. completely smitten by you both.”

“want to hold her?” changbin bites his lip gently, unsure of what to do. “you won't hurt her, bun. I promise.”

changbin gives you a small nod, sitting flush against the back of the sofa. you gently place the small human in his arms, changbin's eyes filling with tears of joy.

“dont forget to support her head. there we go.” 

“she's so–”

“perfect.” changbin nods, a few tears falling down his cheeks. he gingerly strokes her thick hair, gently bopping her small nose.

“hi sweet thing.” he whispers, watching the way his daughter's face scrunches up and her tiny hands open and close into fists. he gently presses his finger against her palm, watching the way her fingers automatically wrap around it.

changbin looks up at you, a smile so bright it blinds you. your heart swells with love, threatening to burst from your rib cage. if you weren't so sore from giving birth, you'd be jumping for joy right about now.

“i have to take a photo. this is just so precious and cute.” you take your phone, snapping a photo of changbin's finger being held before taking a photo of them both together. you send both pictures in the group chat, your phone blowing up with messages.

you [13:00]: [2 images sent] too cute not to send to you guys ;(( hope you're all well!! ‹3

jisung [13:35]: omfg. isn't that the cutest thing ever!!! 🥺🥺

jeongin [14:56]: who would have thought that changbin would look good as a father?!

minho [15:54]: we have to come see all three of you one day y/n. we hope you're resting and healing well. I'll stop by one day and drop off some pre-cooked meals! 🍜

chan [16:01]: im so proud of you both. congratulations once again! i agree with min, once you're feeling healed and better, I think we should all come around and have a lil catch up! 🖤 meet the lil bundle of joy! 👶🏼

you smile at the supportive words from the members, feeling blessed that not only do you have a loving husband, a beautiful daughter but also good and caring friends. you feel as though your life couldn't get any better or perfect. everything you have is right at home and you wouldn't have it any other way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you let out a deep sigh as you look at your reflection in the full length mirror. dressed in a maternity bra and briefs, changbin is finishing up in the bathroom leaving you to look at your reflection and reflect on your new body.

your body has changed. you're still healing from giving birth, your body slowly getting back to its usual shape, however, your post maternal body isn't what you're used to.

your breasts and stomach have stretch marks on them. nipples sore and swollen from nursing your baby. a small pouch still evident from carrying your child. your thighs and hips also showing stretch marks, hip dips, tummy rolls and thick thighs; all from the sudden weight gain.

you're happy you have a little bundle of joy but you can't help but feel a little insecure about how drastic your body has changed in such a short time.

you partly think it's because you didn't have time to get used to the sudden changes that you feel like this. not only that but you're tired. dark circles and bags under your eyes from having to wake up every two hours to nurse your baby.  

tears fill your eyes as you nitpick each area of your body. stretch marks here, stretch marks there. you look and feel like you've aged a couple of years. your mind and body exhausted.

it's all so new to you and you're worried that your husband will not like your new body. it's eating away at you, feeding on your insecurities.

you squeeze your tummy rolls gently before tracing your finger over the deep stretch marks. so fixated on your reflection that you fail to hear changbin approaching you from behind. tears slowly fall down your cheeks as you let out a small sob.

your eyes widen a little as a pair of strong arms suddenly wrap around you.

“you're beautiful, my darling.” changbin whispers.

“but my body..”

“doesn't define you.” he softly states. he looks at you via the reflection, watching how your eyes scan every imperfection.

“but i'm so… big.” you whisper, voice small and tiny. “i have marks.. i've gained weight. it's all so much bin..”

“i know my love. i understand that it's hard to take in, especially after what your body has been through.”

“what if you don't love me anymore.. what if my body disgusts you.” you choke out, the feeling of your insecurities making you gasp for air and overwhelming you. changbin hums softly, spinning you on your heels so you're facing him 

he holds your face gently in his soft, yet coarse hands. your bottom lip quivers, tears falling down your cheeks.

“i love you for you. your body doesn't define you my love. you have given me everything and more. i would never ever find you disgusting or repulsive. you're the light of my life yn. i couldn't be any prouder of you for what you have done and are doing. you're a fantastic mother. each day i wake up thinking if all of this is a dream because i have such a perfect life right now.”

“bin…”

“you're my heart and soul. you're a part of me. your body is beautiful and you shouldn't think any different of it. i understand it's a huge change that's happened so suddenly, but darling, you should be proud of who you are, of this body that you have. flaunt it. wear whatever you want. you shouldn't care about what others think because you do this for you and no one else.”

“but what if you don't want to be intimate with me anymore..” changbin lets out a soft chuckle, wiping away your tears.

“that will never be the case. i find your body, mind, and personality attractive. i don't just love you for your body, darling. i love you for you.” 

“its just, too much.. that's all.” you mumble. changbin gently pulls you into his broad chest, holding you tight.

“i know my darling, but we will get through this together. whatever you want, just tell me and i will try my best to give it to you. to make you feel like you again. just remember that i love you, yn. i love you so so much and i’m proud of you for everything you've been through and are doing.”

“thank you, bun..” 

“don’t thank me, yn. just promise me you'll come to me when you feel like this.” you nod slowly. the weight of your shoulders lifting. the warmth of changbin and his soothing words provide you with comfort.

you're safe.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“can you say dada?” you chuckle from your seat, watching changbin make goofy faces and encourage his daughter to speak. you put your dinner on your fork, watching changbin make aeroplane noises and putting the spoon of baby food in his daughter's mouth, occasionally scooping the spillage with the side of the spoon.

“she will say it in due time, bun.” changbin looks at you and pouts, making you awe. 

“but I want her to say it now.” changbin huffs. 

“you've never been the most patient of people, that's for sure.” you laugh softly. small, cute babbles from the side as your daughter slaps her hands against the highchair tray. changbin eats some of his food before scooping up more baby food onto the spoon.

he repeats the same process, sulking when she fails, once again, to say “dada” 

“did you see hyunjin today?” you ask, setting down your cutlery before wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin.

“i did. his art is just breathtaking. he's really improved.”

“did you get a sneak preview of any new art?” 

“sadly not. although, he’s invited us to his art show next week! it's being held in town so it wouldn't be too bad for the little one. if that's ok, of course.”

“of course it is bun! i adore hyunjin's art. it's so beautiful. honestly, i wouldn't mind having a piece of his artwork to hang up somewhere. i'd even pay if needed.”

“that would make hyunjin very happy. he takes pride in his work. he told me that he values your opinion more than anyone else's, including critics.”

“really?!” your eyes widen a little. changbin nods, turning his attention to his daughter but maintaining the conversations with you. 

“really.”

“but why? i don't have any knowledge in that area.” 

“he told me it's because you're raw in what you say. you say how it is. if you don't like something, you'll say. remember when he showed you that oil painting for sunflowers and you told him you didn't like the colours because it looked dull and washed?” 

“yeah. it was a pretty painting but the colours looked too grey and boring. it didn't look alive.”

“well, he scrapped the whole thing and started again with it from scratch.” 

“wait, really?!” changbin laughs and nods.

“really darling. i told you, he values your opinion as does everyone else in the group.”

“what do you mean?”

“that meat dish minho was experimenting with? you tasted it and told him it tasted off, something was missing from it and the presentation looked dull. he changed the whole concept of it. the outfit lix sent in group chat, he changed the whole idea of it because you said the colours made him look sickly. people value you just as much as i do, y/n.”

“wow..” you whisper, sitting back in your seat “i didn't realise.”

“to be fair, they did tell me not to tell you so uh, you didn't hear it from me.” changbin chuckles.

“of course bun. your secret is safe with me.” you wink, laughing softly. your daughter laughs with you, babbling away and joining in on the conversation despite her being too young to fully understand. 

“such a cutie.” you hum, standing up to take yours and changbin's plate away. you walk to the kitchen, washing the dishes as changbin continues feeding the little one.

“dada.”

you spin on your heels. soap suds up to your elbows as changbin looks at you in disbelief.

“did she just..” you ask, wiping your hands on a tea towel.

“i-i think so..” changbin gives you short blinks, his heart thumping heavily against his rib cage. he hopes he didn't mishear his daughter call his name, so he tries again.

“what did you say, sweetheart?” he asks, placing down the spoon. his daughter giggles and babbles, drool bubbling and spilling down her chin as she claps her tiny hands together. changbin gives a small smile, feeling a little defeated.

maybe he did mishear her.

“daaada.” 

“oh my gosh.” you whisper, tears filling your eyes. changbins head shoots up, his own eyes filling up with tears and trickling down his cheeks. you take the opportunity to take out your phone and record the sweet and memorable moment between father and daughter.

your daughter continues chanting dada like a mantra, changbin feeling like his body is going to burst from all the love and happiness he is currently experiencing. he gently wipes away his tears, smiling lovingly at his baby girl.

he wipes her mouth clean from drool and food before picking her up and out of her highchair. her hands wrap around his finger as she jumps up and down on his thick thighs.

“i can't believe it. i'm her first word!” 

“im so proud bun.” you softly sob.

“i'm still in shock. how is this even possible.”

“she thinks the world of you baby. she's a true daddy's girl, we all know that.” your daughter stops jumping on changbin, a soft small yawn escaping. changbin coos gently as he picks her up and walks to the living area with her.

he situates himself on the sofa, holding his daughter close to his broad chest where she nuzzles into him. her tiny fist bundling up his t-shirt as her eyes slowly close. he kisses the top of her head before singing her a soft lullaby.

“yeah. she really is my girl.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“daddy! you're such a pretty princess!” changbin laughs softly, humming as his eyes are currently closed. his daughter wanted to play dress up and considering that you're out shopping in town, he has the (un)fortunate job of being a princess.

she drags a eyeshadow applicator over his eyelids, bright blue eyeshadow mixed with neon pink sitting on his skin. 

“daddy. make a kissy face!”

“like this?” changbin puckers his lips and flutters his lashes to which she giggles at.

“noooo.” she whines. “like one you make with mommy!!” 

“ahhh. okok, i got you princess.” changbin laughs softly, puckering his lips as she drags some lipstick, in the shade pink, across his lips.

“pretty!!” she grins, clapping her hands excitedly. “here daddy.” she hands him a tiara to which he takes off her and places it on his head. he watches his daughter's eyes light up, excitement rushing through her small body.

“ok! now it's uncle ji and min's turn.” she turns her attention onto the two men. jisung happily shuffles forward whilst minho is a little more reluctant which makes changbin laugh.

“what's up min? don't want to play princess and tea-party with us?” changbin flutters his lashes to which minho stifles a laugh.

“of course he does! he loves playing princesses. especially with the little one.” jisung says, smirking as she focuses on putting on purple make-up on jisungs cheeks and eyes.

“i want to make uncle min the prettiest of princesses!” 

“oh yeah? what colours do you have in mind?” jisung asks. he watches her rummage through her dress-up chest and make-up, fishing out the pinkest of pinks. changbin presses his lips together in a thin line in an attempt to silence his laughter that's currently threatening to burst free.

minho clears his throat, pushing his pride and dignity to the side. this isn't the first time changbin's daughter has dressed him up in pink. he went weeks with pink nail polish that refused to come off, make up and tiaras is nothing to him, however; he has a better idea.

“that's a pretty pink.” minho hums, shuffling forward so he is sat next to a 'nicely' dressed jisung. changbins daughter looks up and beams brightly at minho. “however, with all these princesses, who will be the prince?”

her brows knit together in thought. she bites her lip, looking at jisung and changbin.

“i don't know.” she mumbles, chewing her bottom lip gently.

“i could be a prince.” minho suggests. she watches him with her bright and beady eyes as he stands up, giving her a formal bow before kneeling to her level. he gently takes her hand, kissing the back of it sweetly. she giggles, nodding her head fast.

“uncle min is the prince!”

“but what about your daddy?” changbin sulks. she simply huffs and brushes off his question.

“uncle min is the prince. he is pretty looking too, like a prince.” minho gives changbin a smug smirk, changbin mouthing swear words causing the male to laugh.

“princes are overrated anyways. being a princess is where it is at.” jisung states. minho and changbin look at each other, struggling to hold their laughter at the sight of a purple looking jisung. his eyes and cheeks covered in purple eyeshadow, purple and blue lipstick smeared along his lips.

“you look–” minho struggles to say without spluttering.

“beautiful.” changbin finishes, tears filling the corners of his eyes. jisung grins, clearly unaware of what he looks like, however, he doesn't mind in the slightest. he loves playing dress-up. truth be told, he has been feeling a little jealous lately of changbin. to jisung, changbin has the perfect life and that's a life jisung wants for himself.

soon after, you walk through the door, shopping bags in hand. just as you were about to announce yourself, you heard a high pitched squeal. you drop your bags, taking off your shoes and walking to where all the commotion was.

you lean against the door frame, watching your husband crawl around on all fours with his daughter on his back whilst occasionally neighing. minho and jisung sipping pretend tea out of plastic cups, pinky fingers sticking out. your daughter is laughing, red in the face and warm from all the excitement. she looks up, beaming happily at the sight of you.

“mommy!!” she screams excitedly. all three men look up at you. a look of shock flashes across your face as you chuckle to yourself at the sight of changbin and jisung.

“what's going on here then?” you say as you walk towards everyone.

“daddy is giving me a ride because he is my horse and uncle ji and min are having a tea party together because uncle min is going to ask uncle ji for his hand in marriage.” jisung and minho’s eyes widen as they look at each, indicating that this is the first time they’ve heard something like this. 

“my. don't you have a wild imagination. wonder where you get it from.” you giggle, glancing down at your husband. his make-up melting off his face at this point.

“seems like you're all having fun without me.” you pretend to sulk. your daughter gets off changbin's back, rushing towards you.

“no mommy! you join in!” she takes your hand, pulling you to the center. you sit down, holding your daughter's hand gently.

“are you going to make mommy a princess too?”

“no. mommy is going to be a queen.” 

“but who will be my king?”

“me!”

“but you're a princess darling.” 

“but, I want to be mommy's king..” her voice lowers, sounding soft and pouty as her lips form in a pout. you coo at her, kissing her cheek gently and humming.

“ok darling. you can be mommy's king.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“b-binnie.” you pant heavily against his lips. he lets out a small growl and hum, attacking your lips in a messy and sloppy kiss. 

tongues and teeth clash and collide, saliva mixing and spilling and breaths are exchanged. he's hungry for you, that much is evident in the way his fingers are buried knuckle deep inside your wet cunt.

your back against the wall, clothes half on, half off. you dropped your daughter off at changbin's parents for the weekend meaning you and changbin have the place to yourselves; and he cannot wait to devour you.

“want you. need you.” he mumbles, body pressed flush against yours as he drives his fingers in and out. your legs shake, feeling weak at the suffocating feeling of pleasure that's consuming your body.

“we haven't.. even made it through the hallway.” you mumble against his lips.

“dont care. want to fuck you, feel you. want to breed you.” his words dripping with lust and hunger. his erection pressing against your thigh. “gosh, you feel so warm around my fingers.”

“it’s been a while, bun.”

“it really has..” you trail your hand down his chest to cup his erection. he bucks his hips against your hand as you palm his length, occasionally tracing the outline of his size with your fingertip.

“i want this bun. i want this deep inside me, filling me up to the hilt. i want you to ruin me.” you purr against his lips, hormones and adrenaline clouding your mind.

changbin shudders, his fingers curling against your walls. you unbutton his jeans, pulling down the zipper to fish his cock out from its restraints.

his skin is hot to the touch, painfully hard and pre cum coating his tip. you wrap your hand around his length, pumping him slow and steady.

“ah shit.” changbin mumbles. he kicks his head back, exposing his neck to you which you take advantage of. you press your lips against the skin of his neck, biting, kissing and sucking on his tender spots. his cock twitches in your hand, his fingers coming to a stand still inside you as his focus shifts on nothing but the pleasure you're giving him.

“my gosh yn. i just..” changbin pants. 

“what do you want bun? tell me.” changbin's eyes flutter open, his fingers slipping out off you.

“mouth.” he whispers. you hum, slowly lowering down onto your knees whilst maintaining eye contact with him. you part your lips to allow your tongue to slide out and lick a long, wet strip from base to tip. the taste of his salty pre cum hits your tastebuds making you shudder.

you grip onto his base, slowly pumping him as you swirl your tongue around his tip. you gather some spit in your mouth, looking up at changbin before spitting on him.

“shit..” his voice is nothing but a mere whisper. brows knitted together as he chews his bottom lip. he gathers your hair up in his hand, gently tugging as your eyes flutter shut. you wrap your lips around his veiny cock, engulfing half his length in the warmth and wetness of your mouth.

changbin lets out a shaky growl, head kicking back. his toes curl against the floorboards as his grip on your hair tightens. you focus on setting the right tempo, matching your sucking with your hand. your tongue strokes the underside of his penis, the sides stroking your cheeks.

you lightly graze your teeth along the skin as saliva naturally builds up in your mouth. you let it spill from the corner of your lips, soft vibrations of your moans hitting his skin causing ripples of pleasure to rush up and down his spine.

changbin whimpers and moans, fingers raking through your hair and massaging your scalp. he's vocal, telling you how good you are, how good he feels. incoherent babbles and sentences falling past his lips. his mind failing to catch up due to the heavy feeling of lust and hormones.

“missed this. missed you. fuck, i'm so in love with you.” changbin mumbles, his chest heaving up and down due to his laboured breathing.

you cup his balls in your hand, rolling them around and gently playing with them as you push his cock further down your throat. changbin stutters, mind going blank as he watches and feels his cock disappearing and stroking your throat. you let out soft whimpers, the ability to breath being a struggle due to his size and girth.

“b-baby..” your eyes flutter open to look up at changbin. beads of sweat roll down his temples, his hair slowly curling due to his sweat coating the tips of his hair.

you stay still to allow changbin to bask in the tightness of your throat. changbin tugs at your hair gently, his balls tightening and cock twitching.

“baby.. i'm close but i don't want to cum.. not yet anyways..” you slowly pull away, a string of saliva connecting to your lips as his cockhead as you slowly pump him.

“no?” you question.

“n-no..” he grunts, “want to last and save all my cum for when i'm inside you. i want to breed my baby..” 

“bun, are you purposefully edging yourself?” you smirk as his cheeks flush red. he nods slowly. “why bun? i know you're capable of having more than one orgasm.”

“i like–fuck.. i like how it feels.”

“and how does it feel? tell me baby. tell me how it feels.”

“painful, but good painful. it makes me sweat, makes me feel so good and submissive.” 

“do you want to be edged baby? shall we edge you tonight and make you save all your cum to dump inside of me?”

“yes! fuck yes! oh please yn..” 

“ok bun.” you purr, licking his red and sensitive cockhead. his moans sound strangled, caught in his throat as your tongue swirls around him. he gently pushes your head away causing you to giggle.

you rise to your feet, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

“come bun, make me feel good too.” you strip yourself of your clothing, resting on your back whilst using your elbows to prop yourself up. you use two fingers to part your soaked folds, giving changbin a nice view of your throbbing entrance and puffy clit.

his mouth salivates at the sight. his pupils blow out with lust and desire. he tears off his clothing, diving in head first between your legs. you laugh at his eagerness as his hands grip onto your thighs tightly.

he sucks gently on your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. he grabs your legs, pushing you down and flush against his face as he slurps and sucks on your cunt. his tongue licks between your puffy lips, soaking and tasting your slick. his eyes flutter shut, fingertips digging into your soft thighs.

“you taste so good.” he mumbles.

“you're doing so well, bun.” you hum, grabbing a fistful of his curls and tugging at the roots. 

“can't wait to be inside you. to feel and fill you up.” you whimper softly, allowing your head to flop back on the pillows. changbin’s tongue dives in and out of your entrance, his hips rutting against the material of the mattress.

“i can't wait. i need you so so bad.” he shuffles up onto his knees, spreading your legs wider. you look at your flustered husband, his cock rock hard and angry. pre cum spilling from his tip, veins protruding along the sides. 

he rubs his angry cockhead between your folds, his body shuddering at the feeling of your warmth and wetness. you groan softly as he pushes his length slowly inside you. his cock instantly twitching, his release on the very edge.

the more he pushes, the closer he is to tipping over the edge; but not yet. he wants to savour each moment of being buried deep inside you. savour the warmth and tightness of your pussy.

“f-fuck..” changbin whimpers as he bottoms out in you. he pants heavily, desperately gripping onto your hips. you giggle, watching all composure leave your husband as his mind clouds over.

you purposefully clench around him, giggling when he lets out a high pitched whimper. his cock and balls are burning, the tightness making it unbearable for him. it's painful for him, making him sweat and heart rate speed up, thumping loudly against his rib cage; but he feels so good, maybe too good.

“bunn.” you whine. “move.” 

changbin nods slowly, thrusting his hips at a slow and steady pace. his tempo soon picks up, skin slapping on skin. incoherent moans and whines fall past his lips as your body becomes consumed with pleasure. his hitting all the right spots, caressing your walls and making you become a babbling mess.

“want too.. want to breed you..” 

“but what if i get pregnant again?” you whimper, hands bundling up the bedsheets.

“but want you to carry more of my children. want to cum so deep inside you and fuck it all in to guarantee that you get pregnant again.”

“bun..” you moan out. his words cause tingles of pleasure to shoot down your spine.

“it's going to be so much.. shit, it hurts but it feels so good.” he chokes out. his thrusting is sloppy and uncoordinated. beads of sweat fall down his temples, his hair messy and curly.

changbin is in a world of his own, his pleasure taking over his mind. he moans and whimpers, chanting your name and explaining how much it hurts and how badly he wants to breed you.

hearing and seeing your husband succumb to his own pleasure as well as being lost in the way your body feels, makes you feel close. the pit of your stomach feels warm, the knot tightening with each brutal thrust of changbin's hips.

your stomach dips, thighs shaking as sweat coats your body. you bite down on your bottom lip, desperately looking at changbin. he nods, knowing and feeling that you're close.

you groan, back arching off the mattress as your release hits you. your cunt pulsates around changbin before clamping down around him. changbin struggles. his mind battling between wanting to continue fucking you and edging himself even more, to dumping all his cum inside you whilst slowly thrusting, making sure his cum doesn't seep out.

“bun. please. breed me, make me pregnant again.” you purr. changbin shakes his head side to side, his eyes squeezing shut.

“please bun, please.” changbin's hips come to a standstill. he moans loudly as he allows himself to release. he squeezes your hips, cock twitching with each release. he lazily thrusts to ride out his high, his body shaking and trembling.

“so much. it's so much. fuck…” you hum, the warmth of his fluids filling you up nicely. he slowly pulls out, his mind becoming clearer. he gives you a sheepish look.

“sorry.” he mumbles. you laugh softly, shaking your head.

“don't be sorry bun. it was fun. now we just wait to see if your wish of breeding me becomes true.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you feel off.

you have done for a while now, but with your busy life, your health has been the least of your worries. how you feel, feels all too familiar, but again, you simply brushed it to the side and concentrated on your family.

it wasn't until you noticed that you missed your period. you were due and you weren't feeling any of your usual period symptoms. it's normal for it to be late so you waited a few days, hoping, wishing it would come; but it didn't.

you and changbin have been very sexually active lately. you both haven't been very safe either so you wouldn't be surprised if it is what you think it is, however, do you want to have another child? part of you does and part of you doesn't. you're happy with your small family however, a brother or sister for your little one wouldn't go a miss.

you rummage around your medicine cabinet, fishing around for a stray pregnancy test. you mentally cheer to yourself before doing the test.

changbin is out with your daughter in the park. she wanted to feed the ducks. she begged and begged changbin, knowing that he is weak to her and using it to her advantage. it's fair to say, she's a smart child.

you aimlessly stare at the test, heart thumping and palms turning clammy. five minutes feels like a lifetime for something like this. you pace the bathroom, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable. questions swimming around in your head, feelings making you feel sick to the stomach.

can you afford another baby? you can, with changbin's and your steady income, it is possible however, you don't know if you're ready to have another child. you have no doubt that your daughter and changbin will be fine if you were pregnant, but all those doubts and insecurities are not helping you.

you pick up the test, lip caught between your teeth. “fuck..” you breathe out.

the door to your home swings open, a very lively and loud changbin and child rush through the door. you decide to greet them, giving them hugs and helping your daughter to take off her shoes and coat. changbin gives you a kiss on the cheek to which you weakly smile at.

he furrows his brows, noticing something isn’t quite right. has something happened during the hour he wasn't home.

“go play with your toys princess. i have to speak to mommy real quick.”

“daddy join in too?”

“daddy will join in. we can play with your Barbie dolls together. sounds good?” she nods, rushing to her bedroom. changbins full attention is on you.

“darling. what's wrong?” he asks carefully. you take a deep breath in, presenting him with your pregnancy test. he looks at the stick, eyes widening before flickering up at you and back down, repeating the motion several times.

“really..?” he whispers. you nod slowly.

“really. well, i've only done one test so it could be faulty but i haven't been feeling right. we have also not been very safe plus, my period is late.” 

“so you could be? i mean, really! again??” a burst of excitement slowly bubbles in changbin's stomach. you nod again, giggling as you feel a wave of relief wash over you due to changbin's positive reaction.

“yes bun. we're pregnant again.” changbin lets out a small squeal. he gently places his hand on your stomach, slowly stroking it.

“i can't believe it! i can go get more tests if you want baby.”

“i'd like that. just to be sure but i'm a million percent sure. the symptoms are exactly the same.” you giggle, placing your hand on top of changbin's.

“i'm going to be a dad again. i hope it's a boy this time.”

“why? tired of playing dress-up?” you tease. 

“no.” he pouts. “just would be nice, that's all.”

“i think you suit being a princess. you look pretty in pink.” you tease, laughing softly as changbin's whine.

“i love you yn. so so much.” 

“and i love you too, bun.” you hum, pressing your lips against his sweetly. a loud whine in the form of “daddy” makes you laugh, pulling from changbin's lips.

“you best go play with barbies before she throws a tantrum.”

“mhm. join us?” he takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. you smile softly at him and nod.

“of course. wouldn't want to miss our daughter bossing you around.” 

“not very many people can boss me around yn. you two are just very special to me, that's all.”

“and you're special to us too bun. we love you very much.”

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200811 - s.cb

note: this is a reupload from my old blog. let’s all pretend that today is august 11th, 2020

content: sub changbin, dom reader, praise, oral (m receiving), a bit of overstimulation, begging, riding, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, female reader

word count: 4.9k

The wide, beaming smile hadn’t left Changbin’s face once throughout the entire course of the evening, you were certain his cheeks must have been aching by now. If they were, he showed no signs of it as he giggled from across the room with Jisung, his nose scrunching up adorably and filling your chest with fondness.

It was his birthday—arguably the most important day of the year, in your humble opinion and his not-so-humble one—and you and his closest friends had taken on the very ambitious challenge of throwing him a surprise party.

The days leading up to it had been stressful to say the least. Splitting the arrangements between eight people with wildly different visions proved to be a borderline impossible task, and Changbin’s nosiness hadn’t made things any easier as the rest of you had frantically tried to plan the celebration behind his back.

His nagging questions of why you were all suddenly so busy and who you were always texting had put your acting skills to the ultimate test, and you’d hoped desperately that you’d be able to keep things a secret until the big day arrived.

Worst of all, Seungmin had come up with the wicked idea for everyone to pretend that they’d somehow collectively forgotten it was Changbin’s birthday up until the party actually began. This, of course, did not sit right with Seo Changbin, and he made that very clear to you from the moment you’d greeted him on the morning of August 11th as if it were any other normal day.

Seungmin’s scheme had failed to take one very major detail into account, that being, Changbin’s impressive talent for complaining.

“You know none of the guys have talked to me today?” he’d mentioned to you at one point. “Not even a text message.”

You’d put up your best neutral front, hoping to sound as nonchalant as possible when you responded. “Is there a reason they should’ve?”

You’d felt bad about it, you really had, but you were also determined to make the surprise as satisfying as possible for him. That came with a price, however, and in the end you’d spent the majority of the day putting up with Changbin’s exaggerated huffs and brooding glares in your direction.

You knew he wasn’t afraid to just outright tell you why he was grumpy, but you also knew that for something as special as this, he wanted you to figure it out for yourself.

The others had an unfair advantage; they were able to ignore Changbin with ease since they weren’t living with him. You didn’t have that luxury, however, and you couldn’t help but feel like the weight of the entire plan rested squarely on your shoulders. Things had nearly fallen apart when he’d received a congratulatory call from his family members, and you’d cursed yourself for not factoring that in, conveniently slipping into the bathroom before he could catch you listening in.

It had taken nearly all of your strength to keep up the oblivious act around him for those few excruciating hours, your resolve weakening further each time he grumbled to himself or trudged around like a kicked puppy.

When Changbin had dramatically announced to you that he was going to the gym for his regular workout, you’d felt a flood of relief, instantly rushing to your phone to notify everyone else.

you: all clear guys! bin’s heading out

lino 😼: lol how’s he handling it

you: not well, he’s been sulky all morning

seungmo 🐶: i can’t believe he really thinks we’d forget his birthday…

chan 🐺: wasn’t it your idea? ^^;

seungmo 🐶: yeah, but isn’t it sad that it actually worked?

hyunjin 🥟: he told me happy birthday a day early this year 😐he probably thinks it’s normal to forget

lino 😼: hehehehe our dumb binnie

you: be nice ): he’s really going through it

chan 🐺: we’ll be there soon, no worries!

Once the boys had arrived at your apartment, you’d all made quick work of setting up for the party—or rather, as quickly as it could go with decorations being knocked over left and right and Hyunjin fussing over the state of every last detail. Felix and Minho had taken it upon themselves to bake Changbin a cake, and though Minho’s artistic choices for its design were a bit questionable, it still looked delicious.

With a bit of work and a lot of patience, the eight of you were eventually able to finish most of what you’d planned before Changbin returned.

Jeongin had been in the middle of scolding Hyunjin and Jisung for managing to get tangled up in a collection of streamers when the front door suddenly swung open, signaling Changbin’s arrival. Jeongin paused mid-sentence, mouth still hanging open as the man of the hour shuffled into the apartment with his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

Before any of you even had the chance to shout “surprise”, Changbin beat you to it with a shout of his own.

“Ah, seriously!”

He threw his hands over his head, his bag dropping to the floor. You and the others rushed forward to swarm Changbin, breaking out into collective laughter as he sank down into a crouch. He pushed his face into his knees, letting out a loud, frustrated groan as it set in that he’d been fooled for the entire day.

Chaos quickly ensued with everyone talking at once, half of you cheering loudly for the birthday boy, and the other half mimicking his reaction. Despite his embarrassment, the brightest grin was plastered on Changbin’s face when he lifted his head. You felt your heart swell with affection, knowing right away that all the stress from the past week had been worth it.

Any sign of his earlier crankiness disappeared in an instant, and he spent the next few hours beaming and giggling as everyone doted on him to make up for the devious prank.

Seeing Changbin being showered in love and adoration so openly made you happier than anything else. It was one of the rare occasions where his friends toned down their usual teasing and showed him just how much he really meant to them.

In your mind, you’d always thought of Changbin almost as the glue that held everyone together—the steady foundation that you could all rely on—and after seeing the amount of care everyone had put into making this day so memorable for him, you were certain that they would agree. Of course, there were still a few playful jabs here and there courtesy of Jeongin and Minho, but overall Changbin was treated the way you personally thought he should be treated every second of every day.

On a more selfish note, however, all the attention he was receiving had kept him busy for most of the night, and you hadn’t been able to spend much time with him. The more time passed, the more difficult it became to shake the growing urge to snatch him away for yourself, even if just for a brief moment.

It was for that reason that when the party drew to a close, you were quick to start wrapping things up. You tried your best to be as subtle as possible as you ushered the boys out, claiming that it was late (it wasn’t) and that Changbin was tired (he wasn’t).

Everyone had done their part to help gather the decorations and tidy up your apartment before leaving, but that didn’t stop Chan from hovering behind to ask if there was anything else you needed. You had to grit your teeth in order to suppress your impatience, knowing you were being unfair to him. You loved the guy, but in that moment his excessive kindness was more of an obstacle than anything else.

“It’s alright,” you smiled. “I think we’re good.”

“You sure? What about the dishes?” Chan asked, peering over to glance at the full sink.

That caught Changbin’s attention, and he piped up immediately. “Feel free to deal with them,” he called out with the smirk of someone untouchable. “The last thing I’m doing on my birthday is washing the dishes.”

Chan chuckled, and you couldn’t help but join in, knowing that Changbin was referencing the many, many times he’d ended up having to clean after a failed, last-ditch attempt at rock paper scissors. Despite that, you were determined to send Chan home. After a whole day of denying Changbin affection, followed by a whole evening of him being preoccupied with all his friends, you wanted nothing more than to be alone with him.

“We’ll handle them, don’t worry,” you reassured Chan. “Get some rest, we all need it after how hectic the past few days have been.”

At that, Chan seemed to give in, and he flashed you an appreciative smile. “Alright, if you’re sure,” he agreed, gathering up his things. “Goodnight, you two. Happy Birthday, Bin!” he called.

“Night, Chan!” You gave a small wave, and Changbin saluted with two fingers as the man quickly scurried out of your apartment in hopes of catching up with the others.

When the door was shut at last, you locked it with a relieved exhale and immediately made your way over to Changbin. He gave you a curious look as you slid your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you.

“What’s up?” his voice softened.

“Finally have you all to myself,” you murmured, reaching up to wipe a stray bit of frosting from the corner of his mouth. Changbin giggled shyly at that, and you breathed in his scent as he nuzzled his face into your neck. “Did you have fun, Binnie?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “You guys really got me today.”

You thought back to how inconsolably grumpy he had been, pressing an apologetic kiss to his head. “It was so hard to hold back from giving my baby attention all day,” you complained.

Changbin whined dramatically in agreement, bringing his face back into view to pout at you. “Even harder for me.”

“I know,” you sympathized. “That’s why I’ve got a gift to make it up to you.”

He squinted. “Didn’t you already give it to me?”

Changbin’s excitement had been akin to that of a kid in a candy store when he’d opened the present you’d gotten for him—a Leo necklace to match the zodiac shirt that he loved so much, as well as a new set of headphones after he'd managed to lose his for the umpteenth time. He’d sworn with the most endearing pinky promise that he’d be sure to keep track of them for you, but you were willing to bet that if you asked him where they were right now, he wouldn’t be able to say.

You ran your fingers carefully up and down his side, feeling up the curve of his waist before giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mm…this is a different kind of gift.”

There was a pause, then a faint flush spread across Changbin’s cheeks.

“Oh,” he squeaked.

You smiled, lifting your gaze to find his pupils dilated and locked on you. “Does that sound like something Binnie would want?”

The lilt of your voice was all it took to make him melt. He bit his lip before responding, a completely innocent quirk of his that still managed to drive you crazy.

“Yes, please.”

You unwrapped your arms from around him to take his hand into yours, delicately entwining your fingers.

“So polite.” You ran your thumb along the back of his warm hand. “Come on then, it’s in the other room.”

You tugged at Changbin’s arm, guiding him down the hall and into your shared bedroom. He glanced at you out of habit when you reached the bed, silently asking for your permission to make a move. You tilted your head to grant it, and he wasted no time before settling onto the mattress with a cute, giddy hum.

The way he watched you as you joined him made your heart beat faster in your chest. A look so dark and intense, but still so vulnerable, as if whatever happened to him next rested solely in the palm of your hand. Pain, pleasure, or anything in between; he would accept it all if it came from you.

“Binnie was so patient for me, today,” you purred, leaning so close that your lips were just a few centimeters apart from his. “He deserves an extra present, don’t you think?”

Changbin nodded slowly, eyes flickering down.

“My good boy,” you cooed, voice dripping with affection. “So good, even when everyone was so mean to you.”

The feeling of your breath fanning over his skin made him shiver lightly, and before he could manage to say anything, you closed the space between you, crashing your lips into his. He mewled in a way that he might’ve been embarrassed about if every part of his mind and body weren’t aching for your attention. Instead, all he felt was relief as he fell back into the comfort of the pillows with you.

Without breaking the kiss, you made your way on top of him. Your hands moved up to cup his face, squeezing his full cheeks to open up his mouth and slip your tongue past his plush lips. The birthday cake had left a lingering sweetness in Changbin’s taste, and you relished in it along with the sigh he let out as your tongue brushed against his.

He raised his arms to wrap them around your waist as the kiss heated up. You moved your mouth hungrily against his, only interrupting your rhythm to take his lower lip between your teeth. Changbin whimpered as you nibbled on the plump skin, filling you with the urge to bite it until it was swollen and bruised.

You pulled back for a moment to catch your breath. His half-lidded eyes met yours, their typical gleam clouded over with a haze of lust, and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a lopsided grin. You brushed your thumb along his doll-like lips, admiring how red they’d become in such a short time.

“You’re so pretty, Binnie,” you murmured, playing with his lower lip gently. Changbin’s breath hitched at the compliment, and you leaned back down to pepper his face with kisses. “My pretty baby. Everything about you is irresistible,” you mumbled between pecks.

He whined softly—a pointless protest when you knew how much each word of praise from you sent his arousal skyrocketing. His hands gripped the back of your shirt with more urgency as you moved down to his neck. You trailed wet kisses along his tender skin, and you felt a tinge of satisfaction when he began to squirm beneath you. He pushed his hips up ever so slightly, his hardening length pressing against your thigh.

The involuntary plea made you smirk against his skin, and you left one last open-mouthed kiss at the base of his throat before pulling back.

“Need something?” you asked innocently.

Changbin bit down on his lip, tensing in embarrassment as he realized how easily you’d read him. You slid your index finger down his chest, tracing the full curve of his pecs beneath his shirt. “If the birthday boy asks nicely, he can get whatever he wants.”

He averted his eyes without a word, making it clear that it would take some prompting on your part for him to admit what was on his mind. Your finger continued to trail down his stomach, and you marveled at the way it clenched under your feather-light touch.

“Don’t be shy,” you encouraged, earning a squeak when you gave his waist a pinch. “Don’t you want your gift?”

Changbin’s cheeks flushed, so deep that you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. He swallowed hard, bracing himself before finally speaking up.

“Want your mouth, please,” he breathed.

You pressed your lower half against his bulge, feeling a glimmer of amusement when he squeezed his eyes shut with a gasp.

“You gonna let me taste you, Binnie?” you teased. “I wonder if my baby’s sweeter than his cake.”

The mortified wail that escaped him didn’t disappoint. You giggled as he shoved his face into the pillow, the tips of his ears matching the shade of his cheeks. “Ah...really,” his groan came muffled. “Stop embarrassing me.”

“Stop being so cute and I’ll think about it.”

Changbin lifted his head to give you a half-hearted scowl, the pout on his face only serving to prove your point. You leaned down to press a kiss to his nose, and he mellowed out again in no time.

He spread his thighs obediently as you lifted yourself off of him to settle between his legs. Without warning, you began to palm at his bulge, and, like clockwork, he bucked up into your hand.

“Already so hard for me.” You gave him a gentle squeeze. “You love the attention, don’t you?”

He didn’t bother to deny it. Instead, he whimpered your name softly, and the sound coupled with the pure want in his expression was enough to make heat pool in your stomach.

Carefully, you slipped your fingers under the waistband of his pants to slide them down. Changbin lifted his hips off the mattress in an attempt to make things easier for you, and you gave his thigh an approving pat.

“Good boy,” you praised, making his eyes shine.

Changbin’s breath hitched as you tugged off his underwear and he sprang free, the cool air hitting his length in a way that made him quiver. You admired the sight briefly before taking him into your hold, giving him a few gentle pumps. “You ready, baby boy?”

“Yes, yes, please,” He didn’t waste a second. “Need you.”

It shouldn’t have surprised you anymore, how strained he would sound after just a few delicate touches, but even now it still made your heart flutter.

You gave the head of his cock a few kittenish licks, letting the taste of his precum flood your tongue. Changbin fully gasped, and it was soon followed by a broken moan when you wrapped your lips around him all at once.

The jolt of pleasure he felt was only amplified with the way you sucked intently on his tip, swirling your tongue around it in a way that made him certain he wouldn’t last long.

You began to bob your head along his dick, using your hand to stroke the base as you did so. His hips bucked reflexively when you slid your tongue along his slit, and he stuttered out a meek apology. You hummed around him in response, giving his thigh a squeeze to signal that it was okay.

Changbin’s moans gradually grew less and less restrained, and their sweet sound urged you on. You hollowed your cheeks around him, fully engulfing his cock with the silky heat of your mouth. He bit down hard on his lower lip in a failed attempt to mask an especially pathetic cry, hands pawing the bedsheets for something to grab onto.

You pulled off to catch your breath, releasing his length from your mouth with a sinful, wet pop. His chest rose and fell rapidly in the moments you gave him to compose himself, and he had to hold his tongue to stop himself from instantly begging you for more.

“You taste so good, I might just get addicted,” you purred, swiping your tongue across your lips for good measure. Changbin let out a flustered squeak at that, hands flying up to hide his face and making you giggle with delight. “Do you like it, baby?”

He peeked down at you timidly from between his fingers. “Mhm,” a low whimper was all he could manage. “Please, don’t stop.”

You shushed him gently, licking a long stripe up his cock and making him shudder. “I’m gonna take care of the birthday boy for as long as he needs.”

You took him fully into your mouth once more, and he released a sharp cry as his length hit the back of your throat, arching off the bed in a fit of pleasure.

“A—ah!” he choked out. “Please, please.” The veins in Changbin’s arms began to protrude from his death grip on the sheets, and you had to press down on his hips to pin them back against the mattress. You remained steady for as long as you could, swallowing around his cock and making him mewl your name.

“Close,” he warned, tossing his head from side to side. “Can I—ah—can I cum?”

You took your sweet time before letting him slip from your mouth again. A hiccup escaped him as the addictive heat was suddenly lost, leaving his dick twitching helplessly in protest against his stomach.  

Changbin’s eyes blinked open, his expression hazy and disoriented as it met your playful one. “No, please…” he slurred. “Wh-why?”

“You can hold out a little longer for me, can’t you, Binnie?” you pouted. “I’m not done tasting you yet.”

A low, pitiful whine built up inside him, exciting you more than it probably should. “Th-that’s not fair,” he objected weakly. “You said…you said you wouldn’t stop.”

You rubbed soothing circles into his thighs with your thumbs, trying to mask your amusement. “Hm…I did, didn’t I?” If Changbin hadn’t been so distracted by the hot ache in his abdomen, he might’ve caught on to the mischievous intent laced in your next words. “Alright, no more stopping.”

At that, you dragged your lips down his slick length once more, barely covering half of it before Changbin came undone all at once.

He emptied into your mouth with a near sob, seed spilling down your throat. You felt his thighs tremble beneath your fingertips as he thrusted shallowly into the heat of your mouth. He rode out his orgasm to completion, only finding it in him to control himself once the last wave of pleasure passed.

Though Changbin had stopped, you showed no signs of doing so. His cock spasmed on your tongue as you continued sucking gently, the mixture of drool and cum making the sensation all the more overwhelming for him.

A pitiful noise escaped the boy, and his hand flew up to cover his mouth when it dawned on him what you had in mind. He bit down hard on his palm, using all his willpower to resist thrashing around in the sheets as you worked your mouth without a care in the world.

Your lips curved playfully around his dick, unable to mask how much you enjoyed every broken plea and call of your name that echoed through the room.

Changbin’s free hand pawed around aimlessly in the sheets, searching for yours. You softened when you noticed it out of the corner of your eye, reaching out and locking your fingers with his.

He endured it as best he could for the next several seconds, jolting and whimpering, but never once complaining as you dragged your tongue along every inch of him.

Finally, when the overstimulation became too much to bear, he gave your hand an urgent squeeze, and you instantly pulled back, careful not to let your teeth graze his length when it slipped from your mouth.

Changbin panted heavily, flopping his head back against the pillow to recover from the intense, unrelenting pleasure you’d put him through.

After catching your own breath, you sat up from your position on the mattress to crawl back on top of him. You leaned down to press your lips against his plush ones, sliding your tongue into his mouth and eliciting a muffled whimper from him as his own essence flooded his tastebuds.

A thin trail of saliva connected your lips when you broke the kiss. Your gaze met his to find him looking practically entranced, eyes dark and wide and watching your every move with unfettered adoration.

“That was mean of me, huh?” you pouted. “But look at how well you took it. I’m so proud of you, angel.”

He licked his lips, his earlier shyness creeping back up on him. “Thank you,” he sighed.

“Don’t thank me yet.” You brushed your fingers through his damp hair. “There’s more to your present, if you want it.”

Changbin’s heart jumped at that, and though he looked utterly exhausted, you didn’t miss the glimmer of excitement that crossed his face.

“More?” he asked breathlessly.

“Only if you want. My baby deserves to be spoiled on his birthday, don’t you think?”

He giggled in response, scrunching up his nose before nuzzling bashfully into your palm.

“Is that a yes?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled into your hand. “Spoil me, please.”

With a smile, you gave his face an affectionate pat and shifted from on top of him. “Sit up for me, Binnie,” you ordered gently.

Despite how spent your mouth had left him, Changbin complied right away. He pulled himself upright on the bed, scooting back so that he was leaning against the headboard. “Good boy,” you cooed.

Changbin didn’t take his eyes off of you once as you undressed yourself at a very deliberate pace. You placed your garments to the side before settling into his lap, throwing a leg over his thighs to straddle him. His breath hitched when your heat pressed against his dick, making him jerk against you.

“Your body’s so honest,” you commented playfully, pushing your hips down to draw out a soft whimper from him. “How cute.”

He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, his whole body tensing in anticipation of your next move. You reached down to take his length into your hold, pleased to find that he had already grown half-hard again. With a deep inhale, you lined him up with your entrance and sank down slowly.

Changbin’s hands immediately grasped at the bedsheets, a moan escaping him that was nothing short of angelic. The way his cock stirred up your insides sent a shiver down your spine, and you let out a content sigh of your own as you connected with his base.

“Such a big boy,” you breathed, grazing your nails along his broad shoulders.

He squeezed his eyes shut, head falling forward to press against yours. “S-so good,” he stuttered. “Don’t know how much I can–ah–take.” As if to confirm his words, his cock twitched inside you.

“Mm, that’s alright, Binnie.” You rested your hand on the back of his head, tugging lightly at his hair. “You can cum whenever you want.”

At that, you lifted your hips to slide up on his length, and Changbin whined lowly as you came back down, walls fluttering around him.

You repeated the motion, carefully building up a steady pace. He was still hypersensitive from his earlier orgasm, and it was evident with every shameless moan that spilled out of his lips. “Hah...you’re amazing,” he gasped out. “Seriously g-gonna go crazy.”

His babbling made you laugh breathlessly. Using your grip on his shoulders for leverage, you began to bounce faster. “You’re so pretty like this, Binnie,” you cooed. “Letting out all those cute cries while you fill me up so perfectly. Such a good boy for me.”

Changbin practically keened at the praise, the sinful noise making you clench around his length. All that time you’d spent toying with him had gotten you more worked up than you’d realized, and when the head of cock brushed your sweet spot, you felt the heat in your core spread.

“Kiss me please,” he begged suddenly, his nose brushing against yours. “Wanna kiss...”

The adorable request made your heart skip a beat, and you quickly complied, pressing your lips against his hungrily. Changbin’s sweet voice spilled into your mouth, his hands flying up from the bedsheets to grab desperately at your hips.

His whines grew higher and higher in pitch until he finally broke the kiss with a sob. “G-gonna cum!” he warned. “Please...can’t hold back anymore!”

“Cum, baby boy. Let it all out.” You ignored the way your thighs began to burn from the effort, instead speeding up your movements to send him over the edge.

Within seconds, the tension in Changbin’s stomach snapped and his second orgasm washed over him. His mouth hung open, eyebrows knitting together as the white, hot pleasure flooded his senses. The feeling of his seed spilling inside of you brought about your own climax as well, and the way your walls clenched around his cock as you came nearly sent him into a frenzy.

Your shared panting echoed through the room as your highs gradually began to waver. When the last few jolts of pleasure had spread through your body, you blinked your eyes open to find Changbin in a blissed out state, hair tousled and skin glistening with sweat.

He gave you a shy, lopsided grin. “Can I say thank you now?”

Your face broke out into a smile of your own, and the sound of his boyish giggles graced your ears. “Sure, you can.”

You brushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, and he melted under your touch, pushing his face into your palm with a content sigh.

“I love you,” he murmured instead.

It came timid and quiet as ever, but that didn’t stop it from making butterflies erupt in your stomach. You slid your arms around his shoulders to pull him to your chest, and he nestled into you like second nature. “I love you, too,” you hummed. “Happy Birthday, Binnie.”

“Makes me wish every day was my birthday,” he joked, drowsiness quickly overtaking him.

“Yeah?” You pressed a kiss to his head. “I’ll be glad to treat my baby like this any day.”

[skzfairyy]

8:20am

Pairings: Seo Changbin x reader!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Changbin being dramatic but only for Y/N lmao

Wc: 847 words

AN: I swear these come to my head at random! Anyways, enjoy sick Changbin and his er... dramatics.... - Y2

     “Please, Y/N he’s being impossible.” Felix’s voice rings through the phone as Y/N moves around her bedroom. Her alarm clock reads ‘8:20 am’ when she’s awoken by the loud thud of her phone vibrating off of her nightstand and onto the floor. Nine unread text messages and four missed calls from Felix. She was quick to call him back, worried that there might be an emergency at the dorms. 

The only pressing matter would be that her lovely boyfriend was sick, and making everyone he lives with utterly miserable. 

     “Well, what’s his fever looking like?” She moves around quickly throwing on random sweats before grabbing her wallet, phone, and keys. 

     “He won’t even let us check it! He just keeps whining for you.” He pouts into the phone and somewhere in the background, she hears a muffled whiny voice that she can only imagine is Changbin himself.

“I’ll be there to rescue you soon, Lix.” She laughs into the phone as she heads out her front door, taking her usual route to their dorms.

     “You have got to stop putting those boys through the wringer, Bin.” Y/N stands in the doorway of Changbin’s bedroom. In her hand was a takeout bag with soup and medicine she had picked up on her way. The sick patient turns his head quickly at the sound of her voice, he smiles and opens his mouth to speak, only to be overcome with a loud cough.

      “It was the only way I could get my darling to come and make me better.” He manages to say as she makes her way over to him. His shirt was discarded on the floor somewhere, the material making him uncomfortable, with his body temperature higher than normal. She does her best to distract herself from ogling her sick boyfriend’s defined upper body, and places the bag on his nightstand, immediately pulling out the thermometer to check his temperature.

      “Well then, you should’ve called Yeonjun or Wooyoung for that, Hot Stuff.” As the device beeps, she checks it and couldn’t help but let out a laugh while turning it around to show him the ‘39.03°C’ on the display. “Literally.”

Changbin pouts at her response, causing Y/N to give in and drop her joke instantly. She leans in close and kisses his forehead before returning to the food she brought. 

     “I brought your favorite soup and some cough and fever reducer, it might knock you out though so you’ll take that after you eat.” Changbin’s hand made its way into Y/N’s empty one on her side as she rattled off the information. 

     “Will you nap with me after I take it?” He coughs after he speaks, causing her to raise an eyebrow at him. 

     “Baby I’ll gladly leave my bed before 10 am to take care of you, but I am not about to catch that nasty bug you’ve got. I'll go nap on the couch or something.” She squeezes the hand he’s holding before letting it go, moving to unbox his soup while he sits up, grumbling quietly to himself.

     “I would take care of you if you got sick, obviously.” He reaches for the soup and drinks it cautiously as Y/N sits on the edge of the bed watching him. 

     “You know, I wouldn’t even have to do this if someone took an extra rest day, instead of doing their nightly runs outside in the rain.” She gives him a pointed look before taking off her slippers and sitting criss-crossed in front of him on the bed.

He shrugs his shoulders at her accusation, the soup in his hand becoming much more interesting than the nagging he was receiving from his worrisome girlfriend. 

     “~Oops?” He smiles at her after he’s done, the dimples in his cheeks standing out a bit, causing Y/N to allow a smile of her own to appear on her face. 

     “The faster you get better, the faster we can cuddle and finish watching our show.” She moved to stand up, replacing the now empty soup container in his hands with the cough syrup.

Changbin’s eyes follow her hands as she gathers everything. He can’t help but smile as he watches her take care of him. Even though he’s lived with the boys for a while now, nothing beats the feeling of having his loving girlfriend take care of him when he’s not at his best, even if it was his own fault... 

     “Or we can cuddle now, and watch it when I have to take care of you?” He smiles up at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. 

     “Take your medicine, Casanova.” She says with an eye roll, holding the fever reducer out in front of him while Changbin sighs out in defeat. He downs the medication and crawls back under the covers lazily. 

     “I’ll check on you in a few Binnie...” Her voice is soft in his ears as the drowsy medicine starts to kick in. She retreats out the door with a smile and heads toward her boyfriend's other housemates to update them on his condition.

Y2K masterlist

[eatsbop]

Pluton's first week at Jiwoo's house:

Dear Diary,

After cleaning the cat litter, Curtin has diligently washed and refilled the cat bowls with kibbles and water. I would have offered to help but he seems to be enjoying tiptoing around the sleeping cats so I didn't. He banged the attic door for a few minutes before heading to the kitchen to nag the young Seo (who's preparing breakfast) about the importance of sleep. After boring holes at Jiwoo's nape for a good five minutes, he went back to banging the attic door again. He probably grew tired of whatever temper tantrum that was and transformed himself to his cat form to nap at the kitchen table.

Kayden went out a few minutes after Curtin's assault of his bedroom (??) door. He seemed mighty pissed so I've decided to forego a morning greeting. He headed straight to the living room then proceeded to rouse his fellow cats by stepping on their tail. He herded them to their food bowls and scolded them for all the cat hair and messy toys. I suppose he was pretty worked up, he has replaced two words out of five with meows. He suddenly transformed to his human form. I was worried he'd blow up one or two of his student's cats but he just took out the lint roller and vacuum cleaner. After his thorough clean up he turned back into a cat, muttered something about deserving a treat and climbed inside a cupboard and stayed there for several minutes. He chased a ball of yarn until Jiwoo grabbed him up from the floor to tell him it's time for breakfast. He must have really enjoyed his yarn ball. He was still staring at it longingly as Jiwoo carried him away.

[dreamyenskz]

midnight memories || seo changbin x fem!reader

↳ making midnight memories with your bestie who you're in love with and who's most likely in love with you too

↳ masterlist

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: readers parents tell her what to do with her life

*lowercase intended *not proofread

it's 1 am and you can't sleep. you had a dinner with your parents a couple hours earlier and let's just say, it wasn't the greatest.

it's not that you don't get along with your parents per se, but sometimes they like to pester you with questions and ideas, and they chose tonight of all nights to do it. you would think it's not entirely a bad thing, but when they start to tell you things like,

"why are you wasting your time with music when you could become a doctor?"

"this job at the music store is only temporary."

"you should do this," "you should do that."

blah blah blah

you're doing fairly well in your life, but when your parents talk about it like you're wasting it all, it makes you second guess everything. night like this, you can't sleep. you totally lost your appetite at dinner so now the hunger is starting to catch up to you.

you just want one day where you can let go and have zero thoughts about school, work, and your parents constantly nagging-

*ring*

you pick up your phone to see who could be calling you at 1 am

changbin <3

you smile and swipe your screen to answer.

"hey pretty, sorry, did i wake you?" his voice was soft

"hi binnie. no, i haven't been able to sleep since i got home"

"tell me what's on your mind."

changbin never failed to show you how much he cares. he's always there to listen to your never ending rants and complaints. whether it's about school work, coworkers, or your parents, he will sit there and listen. he is the type of person that's very good with words so it's like he just knows exactly what to say next. it makes you feel bad at times when he's ranting and you just have no idea how to respond. he knows you're not great with words, but he really appreciates that you listen.

so you tell him everything. he's quiet for the most part, but adds in small comments here and there. just being able to release of the pent up anger and annoyance made you feel a little more at ease, but it still did bother you nonetheless. when you were done, it was a a comfortable silence. you knew he was just trying to process everything and think of what to say.

"i'm so sorry that your parents keep doing that shit to you. i just don't get why they can't understand how happy you are with music. y/n, you're becoming more and more amazing everyday. you have so much talent and potential to become big. i hope they'll be able to see that" you can hear the sadness in his voice. he hates the way your parents talk to you sometimes.

you feel your heart breaking a little. "thanks binnie, i appreciate it, but i don't think they'll ever understand and it's fine"

the man knows you like the back of his hand. he can clearly tell you're not okay, and he knows exactly how to cheer you up.

"go put on some warm clothes if you aren't already and be waiting downstairs in 5 minutes. okay? see you soon. i love you" he ends the call.

you feel your heart leap a bit. you hate how his words affect you so much. all of his endearments are totally platonic (girl be frr is it really?) and you curse at yourself for falling in love with your best friend. you've always felt that he's too good for.

you push away the negative thoughts, throw on a jacket, and you make your way downstairs.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

when you got downstairs, you immediately took in how cute he looked. his hair was messy and fluffy, he's wearing a green hoodie and black sweatpants (yes, the maniac coolfm fit, but with his current hair). your heartbeat started racing when he held his hand out for you to take it. you interlocked hands and started walking.

"so where are we going?" you break the silence after you two start walking for a couple minutes.

he turns to you with a cheeky smile. "convenience store!"

you smile back and start picking up of your speed, pulling changbin along. you loved convenience store runs, especially with changbin. all you guys do is walk down the aisles and pick out ramen, drinks, and other snacks, but times like these are just so special to the both of you.

when you get there 5 minutes later, changbin holds the door open for you. you give him a small thank you and walk in. you immediately make a beeline for the ramen. he giggles at how excited you are and follows you. the man is whipped.

"just pick out whatever you want, my treat" he hugs you from behind and my god the butterflies and rests his chin on your shoulder

"are you sure?" you slightly turn your head to him

he gives you a small squeeze and sighs. "yes i am. y/n, i brought you out here because i hate it when you're sad. i haven't had much time with you lately so this is my way of making it up to you. now pick out anything you want so you can eat." he kisses the side of your head and let's you go so he can pick out what he wants

you stand there frozen and shocked about what just happened. you feel your face heating up and hold your cold hands up to your cheeks.

"y/n get your shit together. what's wrong with you?" you whisper to yourself. you light knock yourself on the head with the ramen cup.

you walk around the store and grab a few more snacks. you met back with changbin when you finished.

"you done?" he smiles

"mhm!" you say avoiding eye contact girl can't even look into his eyes after what happened

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

"thank you binnie" you interlocked hands again and started walking back to your university building

"you're welcome beautiful"

once again, you heart started racing. that's been happening a lot tonight.

"i really needed this. if my parents found out that i'm not home right now, they definitely would be thinking even more that i'm wasting time."

changbin stops walking all of a sudden. you turned to look at him with a questioning look.

changbin turns to you and frowns. "your parents are no longer the boss of your life. you should be able to make your own decisions. they claim they know what's best for you, but only you should be able to really know. i'm tired of your parents not believing in you. they really don't understand how amazing their daughter is."

you didn't even realize that he was slowly getting closer and closer to you. he cups your face gently.

"don't let them control you. if music is your passion and it makes you happy then screw what your parents believe." he's leaning in. "you have so much going for you right now and i would hate to see you give it all up just to please your parents." he's so close, there's only an inch between you, but he stops and looks into your eyes. "i believe in you. i care about you. so please tell me that you're gonna keep trying. i'd hate for you to give u-" you close the gap.

you tried your best to hold back, but you just couldn't. all of your feelings for him started clouding your mind as he was talking to you. you were reminded why you fell in love with him in the first place. he starts kissing back. his thumb caresses your cheek. the kiss is slow and passionate. you really wanted to savor this moment and you could tell he also wanted to by the way he was kissing you.

when you pulled back, it was quiet. you were trying to process what just happened until changbin broke the silence first.

"so.. is that a yes?" he had a smirk on his face and his eyes were sparkling. he was now holding you in his arms, almost like he was afraid to let you go.

you smiled and pecked him on the lips.

if you could see his face, you'd see how red it was. lord were you gonna be the death of him. he suddenly looked around and remembered that you both were in the middle of the street. (like the one in the pic at the top)

"let's get you home" he looks back at you as he holds his hand out. once again you interlock your hand with his.

this is definitely gonna be added to the list of memorable nights.

i hope this isn't too cringy lol i'm still working on my writing

if you like this, please check out my other works!

please give some feedback or reblog if you find this!!

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

A wolf's scent is their main identifying characteristic. It's used to form bonds with packmates, is useful in determining friend from foe, and above all else, identifies you as you. Being sick can mess with your natural scent, and when you start to feel unwell, not only do you no longer feel like yourself, but now, to add insult to injury, you don't even smell like yourself. Not to worry, because a little flu bug is nothing in the face of your caring packmates.

Or the SKZ!pack sickfic we didn't know we needed.

Tags: SKZ, SKZ Drabble, OT8, OT8 x you, OT8 x reader, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, ABO, Alpha beta omega dynamics, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Poly!SKZ, Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Lee Minho, Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Yang Jeongin, Kim Seungmin

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Warning: Mentions of vomiting and general sickness

Title: Smell Like You

“Are you okay, noona?” Hyunjin slides into the chair next to you at the kitchen table where you’re currently slumped, head resting on the cool wood. 

You crack open an eye and glance at the omega, concern written all over his sharp features. 

You shrug half heartedly and manage to straighten up, glancing down at the books spread over the table, your required reading nowhere closer to being done than when you started. 

“I think so? Just tired I guess.” 

You note the way Hyunjin’s nose wrinkles, as if he’s smelling something slightly distasteful, and the concern in his eyes only grows as he stares at you. 

“Are you sure? You smell kinda-” 

“What?” 

Hyunjin shrugs, and you feel the way a headache is starting to form, slowly throbbing, behind your temples, probably because you’ve been studying all day and haven’t tried to drink anything close to enough water. 

Minho would nag if he knew. 

“-off.” Hyunjin supplies lamely, as if he doesn’t know how else to describe it. 

You sigh, the light from the kitchen suddenly a little bit too bright. “I’m fine. It’s just been a long day.” 

Hyunjin won’t stop staring at you, and the worry in his eyes is feeding into the way he chews on his bottom lip. 

You reach out and cover his fingers with your own, and the cool feel of his skin is relieving. 

God, you feel hot. 

Hyunjin’s eyes widen slightly at the touch. “Noona, you’re really hot.” 

You offer him the hint of a teasing smirk, all that you can muster, and pat the back of his hand, tired voice gaining a playful lilt. 

“Ah thanks, Jinnie. That’s so sweet of you to say.” 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes at your joke, and then his expression sobers again, lips pulling into a thin line. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not getting your rut are you?” 

“No.” Your voice comes out sharper than you intended, the honey glaze scent of lemon bitters slightly in response to your tone. You sigh and soften your voice, squeezing the omega’s fingers affectionately within your own. “No, I promise, baby. I’ve been tracking carefully since last time and I’m not even close.” 

Your body is achy and suddenly, exhaustion is washing over you like a wave. Everything protests as you push back from the table and force yourself to stand. 

‘I’m okay, Jinnie. Nothing a good night’s sleep can’t fix.” You offer him the slight shadow of a smile. “Goodnight, baby.” 

He waves you off, the concern still evident on his features, but the sweet smell of glazed lemon now back in the air. 

“Good night, noona. Sleep well.” ***

A good night’s sleep doesn’t fix it. 

In fact, if anything, it only makes everything worse. 

When you manage to crack open your eyes against the harsh morning light, the first thing you notice is that your head is pounding and you feel like you’ve been hit by a truck. 

The second thing is that the burning sensation of bile is rising rapidly in the back of your throat and a wave of nausea is rolling over you so violently that it sends the room spinning. 

You stumble out of bed, covers tangling around your legs, and make a dash for the bathroom, where you promptly vomit into the toilet. 

You slump down on the cold tile of the bathroom floor and try to force yourself to breathe, but the nausea hasn’t let up, and your headache is worse than before, your mouth filled with cotton, throat dry and burning. 

You don’t make it five minutes without curling back over the toilet and dry heaving violently. 

By the time the nausea has subsided enough for you to push yourself to your feet and drag yourself back to bed, you’re out of breath and your whole body is on fire, trembling violently. 

You collapse back onto the mattress and groan as your body aches in protest. 

Cracking open an eye, arm thrown over your face to prevent some of the light from aggravating your headache, you manage to roll over enough to grab your phone from the dresser and pull up the pack’s group chat. 

The bright light from the screen makes it hard to type out your message, but you squint through the pain and send out a quick text. 

Me: I’m so freaking sick. 😣I’ve been puking my guts out. 🤮I’m going to quarantine in my room until it passes so I don’t give it to any of you. 💔

You drop your hand back limply to the bed, phone still in your fingers, and close your eyes, breathing in slowly through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to force yourself to ignore the roiling feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

Your phone dings, the sound loud and your head pounding reflexively, and you manage to open your eyes enough to see the responding text. 

It’s from Jisung. 

It’s always from Jisung. 

JiJi: O no!!! 😭That sux! I’m so sorry noona!!! What can we do???😭😭😭

You manage the hint of a smile at his concern, and think about responding, but the effort sounds like too much, and a new wave of nausea is building in your throat, so, phone still clasped in your fist, you hightail it to the bathroom once more. 

This time, when you vomit into the toilet, it’s mostly water. 

Slumping back against the bathroom vanity, you swallow hard a few times, trying to wash away the taste of last night’s dinner and your phone vibrates once more against the bathroom tile, forgotten in your urgent plight for the toilet. 

You force yourself to open your eyes and in weak, trembling fingers, open up the text chat. 

It’s Chan. 

Channie: You’re not going to be alone while you’re sick.😠 That’s why we’re a pack.💗 Minho is going to make you some broth and toast and Changbin is gonna run to the store for some Gatorade. I’ll bring you water and painkillers in just a sec.💗

Thank god for the head alpha, you think, as you unceremoniously drop the phone-feeling all too heavy-from your hold once more on to the bathroom floor. 

You momentarily ponder the idea of getting back to your bed, but with the way your legs are trembling just from sitting and the way the idea has the room spinning even just at the thought, you decide against it, instead, lying down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, cheek pillowed on your arm. 

You sigh at the instant relief the cold tile gives against your flushed, hot skin, and close your eyes simply because they feel too heavy to keep open. 

You don’t know how much time passes-could be seconds, could be hours-while you lie on the bathroom floor, but the next time you open your eyes, Chan is crouching down in front of you, dark concern written clearly across his pretty features. 

Your body instantly relaxes in relief as you catch sight of the other alpha, the small room already filling with the smell of incoming thunderclouds, your headache easing-just slightly-at the familiar scent. 

“Channie.” You whimper out, and your wolf all but practically whines at the sight of him. 

“Hey, baby.” The head alpha replies with a gentle, comforting hint of a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before eyeing your current position on the bathroom floor, lips pulled into a thin, concerned line. “Can you sit up for me?” 

You instantly shake your head, your headache flaring anew at the motion. 

“I don’t think I can.” You whisper out, your voice pathetically tiny, the room already spinning with just the slightest motions of your head. “Channie, I can’t-” 

Chan sets aside the water bottle and container of painkillers you hadn’t noticed he was carrying and reaches out carefully, his cold palm covering the fiery skin of your forehead. 

“Shit, baby, you’re burning up.” He remarks, voice low, worry flashing anew in the dark caramel of his irises. “We need to get you up and get some painkillers in you. We’ve gotta bring your fever down.” 

Every inch of your body protests at the notion, the nausea slowly creeping back in at the thought of moving. 

Chan must notice the distress in your scent, because he leans over, fingers looping carefully around the hot skin of your wrists. “C’mon baby. Just try, okay? I’ll help you.” 

You reluctantly allow him to help tug you up into a semi sitting position, back against the bathroom vanity, and even the small movement has you panting for breath, limbs trembling violently. 

And just as you expected, the nausea comes back in a new violent wave, full force, and you’re once again leaning over to vomit into the toilet. 

Chan slides to sit behind you and rubs your back comfortingly as you dry heave again and again.

Once the nausea has subsided, you sit back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and let your head fall back weakly against the other alpha’s shoulder, eyes closing of their own will. 

Chan loops his long arms loosely around your waist, legs stretched out on either side of your body for support, and leans around you to retrieve the forgotten water bottle and pain killers. 

“C’mon baby. You need to get these meds in your system.” 

The thought of drinking water and trying to swallow pills with the way your stomach is currently heaving has you shaking your head, even as Chan carefully presses three of the small white pills into the palm of your hand. 

“I can’t, Channie.” You whine beneath your breath, cracking open an eye to glance up at him, the cold water bottle pressing against your skin. “I’ll just throw them back up.” 

Chan’s brow creases, his eyes darkening with concern, and then something akin to fierce determination takes its spot as he raises your hand for you, helping you fit the pills between the slot of your lips. 

“Baby, you’ve gotta try.” 

You reluctantly do as he says, letting him place the painkillers on your tongue, and raise the water bottle to your lips. It takes effort, but you manage to swallow them and keep them down, along with a small sip of water. 

Chan sets aside the water bottle once more and raises a hand to card his fingers through your sweaty, matted hair. 

“Good girl.” 

Your mouth and throat feel dry and burned, even though you’d just taken a sip of water, and your body suddenly feels too heavy to control, eyes already closing with exhaustion. 

You thank god for the other alpha, because you don’t know if you’d be able to keep yourself up at this point. 

Chan noses against the skin of your bared throat, his own wonderfully cool in the face of your raging fever, and his arms tighten affectionately around your waist as he lets out a soft chuckle at your long sigh. 

“You can’t sleep here you know.” You manage to crack open an eye and look up at him, the amused smile currently tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“I could, if you would be quiet.” You groan out, body already sinking into Chan’s hold and the cool bathroom tile. 

Chan chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest, and traces his nose over your scent gland. 

The renewed smell of petrichor does more for your aching body than the painkillers ever will. 

“Hyunjin said I stink.” You pout sleepily because you can’t help yourself. You’re tired and achy and being safe in Chan’s hold is making you lose your inhibitions, not to mention, you feel as if you’re floating, halfway delirious with the way the heat has overtaken your body. 

Chan laughs again and presses a gentle kiss to the flushed skin just below your jawline. 

“You don’t stink, baby. Being sick just messes with your usual scent a little, that’s all.” 

You whine, but don’t open your eyes. Sleep is already threatening. 

“But I don’t wanna smell different. I wanna smell good. Want you to like the way I smell, Channie.” 

Chan chuckles, low beneath his breath, and ignores your whine of protest as he removes his arms from around your waist, already tugging you upward with him. 

“I know. C’mon, baby. Let’s get you back to bed.” *****

You don’t know how long you sleep. 

It’s all frankly just a heat induced haze, broken up by frequent dashes to the bathroom when the nausea becomes too much. 

Chan’s pills help, they do, but not enough to make you stop wishing for death.

When you finally do manage to reenter the world of the living, you crack open your eyes and groan. 

You feel like you’ve been hit by a bus. 

You fling an arm over your face, noting through your still sleepy haze that your skin feels cooler to the touch, and manage to roll over, gaze settling on the nightstand. 

It’s full of half empty bowls of food that you vaguely remember Jisung trying to get you to eat, and barely used mugs filled with liquids that Felix had brought, and you don’t remember who, but at some point, someone had tucked you back in after you’d kicked off your blankets in your heat induced rage. 

You reach out a hand for your phone, but think better of it when even that motion has the room spinning, letting your arm drop back weakly to the mattress. 

You roll over and stare blankly at the ceiling, every muscle screaming. 

God, you hate being sick. Not to mention you miss your packmates. Wolves don’t do great with being alone. 

Your wallowing in your misery and post sick induced disgust is interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and as the wave of amber hits your nose and Minho appears at the edge of the bed, your wolf has you reaching out for him with grabby hands, already whining for his contact. 

Minho arches a delicate brow at you and stays put. 

“You’re gross.” He points out needlessly, and you groan, shutting your eyes and once again throwing your forearm over your face. 

“Thanks.” You reply weakly, voice raspy and hoarse from disuse. 

Minho’s fingers loop around your wrists and tug, and you grumble at the insistent contact. 

“C’mon, sweetheart. We’re getting you in the shower. And then the omegas are gonna come change your sheets.” 

You squint at him as panic feels your gut at his words. 

The thought of leaving the bed has the lingering nausea flaring again and the room tilts dangerously as you shuffle to a semi sitting position. 

You’re already breathing a little too hard. 

“I don’t know if I can.” You admit softly, not meeting his gaze, your body weaker than it's felt in days. “I really don’t think I can, Min-” 

You yelp slightly as Minho’s arms swoop underneath you and pick you up from the bed in one smooth, easy movement. He offers you the hint of a smirk as your arms go around his neck in a flurry of panic. 

“I’ll help.” 

He carries you to the bathroom, arms still looped around his neck, and this close, your face buried in his chest, the smell of amber and bergamot is overwhelming, soothing your aching muscles and instantly making you feel better. 

Minho sets you down gently on the closed lid of the toilet and you watch with half interest as he leans into the shower and turns it on, testing the water with splayed fingers. When he’s satisfied, he turns back to you, arching a brow. 

The thought of having to tug your shirt over your head is sending a headache pounding once more into your temples. 

Minho sighs, rolling his eyes, but his mouth is soft, giving him away, as he crosses back to you and gently tugs your shirt up and over your head, crouching down in front of you to do the same with your pants and socks. 

When you’re undressed, he pulls his own t-shirt up and off, and noticing you staring with slight confusion, offers you the hint of an exasperated look. 

“You can’t even undress yourself, sweetheart. How’re you gonna wash yourself without help?” 

You hate it, but he’s right, and so you reluctantly let Minho help you stand and step into the warm stream of the running shower. 

He pulls the shower door shut behind him and steps up to you, arms looping around your waist, letting you sag back against his chest, holding up the majority of your weakened, dead weight. 

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, reveling in the way the warm water soothes your tired muscles, washes away the stink of being sick, the smell of vomit clinging to your skin. 

It’s invigorating. Makes you feel new again. 

Minho rests his chin on your shoulder, and when you open your eyes and glance at him, he’s watching you, a slightly amused smile pulling on the full skin of his upper lip. 

“Feel better?” 

You nod eagerly, careful not to shake your head too quickly and make yourself dizzy as you breathe out, “Yes. Thank you.” 

Minho huffs something between a laugh and a grunt and reaches around you for the shampoo. 

“Can you manage to hold yourself up while I shampoo your hair or is that too much to ask, sweetheart?” He holds up the bottle for you to see, a slightly patronizing, teasing smirk on his lips. 

You nod and reach out for a hold on the shower walls to steady yourself as Minho slips his hands from your waist and squirts a generous dollop of shampoo into the middle of his palm. 

The shower fills with the scent of lavender. 

Minho’s fingers find purchase in your hair and he carefully starts to massage the shampoo into your scalp as it foams, and you can’t help it, you close your eyes and relax back into him once more, letting out a sigh. 

It feels so good-to be clean, to have Minho touching you, to not feel like you want to puke your guts up at any given moment. 

Minho is meticulous, swirling the shampoo over every inch of your head, fingers firmly tangling into your wet hair, and you swear, you almost fall asleep as he continues his gentle ministrations, only stirring when he finally drops his hands and pushes you back into the stream of water with a gentle bump of his hip. 

“Rinse.” 

You do as you're told, and Minho gets out first, holding up a dry, fluffy towel for you as you step out of the warmth of the shower. 

The bathroom air is cold, the tile freezing beneath your feet, and you shiver as he wraps you up, wet hair dripping onto damp skin. 

Minho notices and pushes you toward the door, making sure you can make it back into the room on stumbling feet before he’s satisfied and releases his hold on you. 

When you glance back at him, he’s sporting an affectionate half smile, eyes warm as he towels off his own dripping hair. 

“Go on. Get back in bed. Hyunjin’s gonna be thrilled you smell like you again.” 

****

“You smell like you again!” 

Hyunjin is indeed thrilled that your scent is back to normal and you giggle as the omega buries his face in your neck, rubbing his nose up and down the freshly washed skin there. 

You’re both tucked under the safety of your clean comforter, and you’re cozy and warm and it’s a nice change to the heat that has licked your skin for the past few days. 

Now you just feel content, wrapped in Hyunjin’s arms and an overly large hoodie that belongs to Changbin, cuddled beneath the clean sheets of your bed. 

“I’m glad.” You breathe softly, pressing a kiss to the omega’s head, your body starting to feel heavy with exhaustion. 

Your eyes close on their own, and you can feel yourself sinking into sleep-good, restful sleep-unlike what you’ve gotten the last few days. 

“Noona?” 

You hum in response to Hyunjin’s sudden query but don’t open your eyes as he shifts closer to you, leg thrown over yours, head on your chest, nose still buried in the skin of your throat. 

“Are you feeling better?” 

You sigh and reach up blindly to bury your fingers in the soft strands of his hair. 

The room smells like lemon and just the hint of freshly bloomed wisteria. 

“Yeah, baby. I am.”

[jut-and-dae-enthusiast]

The Only Exception // s.c.b

pairing: idol!changbin x fem!reader I genre: fluff, friends to lovers, some angst, one sided love, 18+ I warnings: some talk of self-image issues, relationship trauma, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), breeding kink if you squint, oral sex (f receiving), use of pet-names (babe, baby,princess), mc is unexperienced but not a virgin, aftercare, i am a huge simp for seo changbin, mc is plus sized (bc there aren't enough chubby y/n's in the world and this is my fic)

word count: 10.3k words

a/n: This is my first time posting a fic on here and I have no idea how it's gonna go. If you guys enjoy this, I already have more than enough ideas for a second part/make this into a series.

feedback and re-blogging is deeply appreciated!

synopsis: she's given up on love and decided to focus on building her career. However, meeting a certain member of Stray Kids may change things.

 

Everywhere you went, whispers followed. 

Everywhere you went, whispers followed. 

“There's the spinster.” “Did you hear when she said she’ll never get married?” “I wonder how many cats she has at this point.”

In the beginning, it bothered you a lot. You would lash out, cry, yell. People thought you were crazy, labeling you a psycho on top of all the other things they said about you. But eventually they left you alone. 

Now, even when you hear these whispers, you ignore it. Do you find it annoying that people talk like this even though you’re only 25? Yes. But you figured it was probably magnified due to your outspoken hatred towards the idea of marriage. 

“A man will only slow me down.” You would mumble passively whenever your employee’s tried to ask you about this mindset. “Do you think I achieved this much by this age because I was flirting with boys and going on dates?” Whenever you spoke like this, the awkwardness rose in the air like a swift breeze. “But that’s just my preference. Do whatever you like.” You tried to lighten the room, but it hardly worked. 

The thing you despised the most were the men who attempted to “tame” you. They were normally men who would recognize you from work and try to approach you at the bar. 

“Maybe you just need to meet the right guy.” Was a common line. 

“Are you implying that you are this mystical right guy?” You would retort and watch the fire snuff from their eyes. Because they were losers to start with, they were never persistent. They preferred cute, easy women. Women who would giggle at their jokes and smile brightly at them. If you thought really hard, you could remember a time when you were exactly like that. 

Seven Years Ago

“Why don’t you put yourself out there? The love of your life won’t come onto your doorstep!” Your friend teased, pausing the romance movie you had put on the tv. 

“I don’t know, it’s kinda scary. I think I’m okay with waiting.” You assured them, resuming the movie and tuning them out. 

Eventually, you gave in to their nagging and decided to go on a blind date. When you got there, you smiled softly to yourself. While he wasn’t the most handsome man you had ever seen, he had potential. A different haircut, maybe some better clothes. Something in your stomach felt weird, but you pushed it to the side, calling it nerves. 

The date went well. He was nice and made you laugh. You could immediately tell that he liked you more than you liked him just by the way he looked at you. Also, the way he practically begged for your number at the end of the date. When you got home that night, they texted all night. Even though you weren't crazy about him, you liked the fact that he gave you attention and figured it wouldn’t hurt to just see how it goes. 

Fast forward two weeks and you could feel yourself liking him more and more. Even though you were scared of how quickly your feelings were developing, you were comforted by the fact that he still seemed to like you more. He was still actively pursuing you and messaging you all day. 

A month later, your relationship still wasn't official. However, you had completely fallen for him. In the ways you weren't attracted to him before, you suddenly found him cute. you found his style endearing, his haircut adorable. Even when he was forgetful or late, you were just smitten with him. They had gone on many more dates during that time. They went to the movies, cafe’s, walks in the park, just about anything a college aged couple could do. 

“Hey, I think we should stop here.” He suddenly said out of nowhere as they walked home together after seeing a movie. 

“What?” you asked, confused at the sudden confession. 

“I just think that we shouldn’t see each other anymore.” It was quiet for a moment between the two of them, tears already spilling down your cheeks. “You’re such a sweet girl. You deserve someone better than me. I know you’ll find a guy who really cherishes you one day.” And then he left you crying in the middle of the sidewalk. you were hurt and confused. you didn’t want someone else, you wanted him. How could he walk away from you so easily when not even a week ago, he gushed about how perfect you were and how lucky he was to have you? Said he liked you so much over and over on the phone because he was so enamored with you. 

A week later, you saw him walking in the store. His hand was holding tightly to a girl who was small and cute and pretty. You ducked into an aisle to avoid making eye contact with him, frantically wiping the tears from your eyes. You remembered how he so adamantly told you he “preferred bigger girls” and didn’t even care about your size. You weren't massive by any means, but you looked big compared to that girl. You could probably fit four of that girl into the hoodie you were wearing right now. 

After a long while of convincing, you allowed your friends to set you up on yet another blind date. You decided to go into this one positively. Maybe last time was an isolated incident. Not every guy could be like that, right?

This time, you found yourself in a difficult situation. You had liked him from the very beginning. He was handsome and charming and said all of the right things. But he clearly only wanted one thing from you. He was respectful and gentlemanly for the first month, sweeping your right off of your feet. However, after they had their first kiss, you saw a different side of him. Begging for explicit photos, sending unsolicited photos of his own, and becoming sex crazed in general. Suddenly, they couldn’t even meet up without doing something. Whether it was intense makeout sessions or touching, he was always coming onto you. You felt conflicted because you did in fact like him and was okay with it most of the time. However, he only spoke affectionately to you when they were in the act of doing things like that. He only said he loved you when he was inside of you, which you realized when you would try to say it during the day and be hit with “oh yeah, me too.” He only called you pretty when you were naked, only wanted you if you were pleasing him. After six months of this, there came a time when you said no. They were sitting on his couch and his hands began to wander, as they always did, when you stopped him. 

“Babe, I’m not really feeling it tonight. Can we just cuddle?” You pleaded with him, your voice soft but your hands firmly moving him away. 

“Yeah, sure.” He pretended to be okay with it, pulling you in and kissing the top of your head. A few minutes passed and he huffed, clearly upset. Less than ten minutes after that, his hands started wandering again. 

“Babe, please. I asked for just one night.” You pleaded again, scooting away from him. He groaned and rolled his eyes. 

“You’ve been totally leading me on all night though.” He whined, jutting his lip out. 

“No I haven’t.” you were confused, knitting your brows together as you looked at him. 

“Yeah you have. You wore that outfit you know I like and you keep kissing me.” 

“I didn’t wear this outfit with the intention of doing anything to you. I just think it's comfortable. And we can’t kiss without going any further?” You could see him getting frustrated with you, his attention everywhere but on you as you spoke. 

“I just think you’re so sexy, babe. Look, I already want you so bad.”  He points to the bulge growing in his pants at literally you just sitting there. “It hurts so bad, baby. Please.” He moved towards you again, slowly. When you tried to push him back again, he groaned and rolled his eyes. “I guess we can just break up then, huh? You clearly don’t like me anymore.” He pouted, standing up from the couch. Your heart dropped, fear making your muscles clench. 

“I-I never said I didn’t like you, I just…” You sighed. “I feel like this is all you want from me. Can you promise that you like me for more than just sex?” He nodded eagerly, quickly climbing on top of you. The second you touched him, he moaned “Ah, I love you so much.”

The next day, he broke up with you. He said he needed to focus on himself for a while, telling you that you would eventually find someone who loved you more than he could. Just like the last one, he ended up with a new girl shortly after. 

This time, you not only felt heartbroken but also used. You felt like you got nothing from that relationship other than a different way to view yourself. Is that all guys would want from you? 

Every single relationship you had in the next two years ended on the same note. Eventually, you realized that men only liked you while you were convenient. While you either gave them what they wanted or until someone they wanted more came along. You were never the first choice, never the only option. Because of this, anger grew in your heart. You had shed tears for men who didn’t even remember you or want you. You were determining your value based on if these terrible men wanted you. 

“No, never again.” you muttered to yourself as you drug yourself out of your bed. You wiped the remaining tears from your eyes and decided that from that moment forward, you would no longer subject yourself to this. You would show each and every one of those jerks that you were a force to be reckoned with. That you didn’t need them exactly the same way they didn’t need you. 

Present Day

“Mom, we’ve been over this. No blind dates, no setting me up, no giving out my number. You know how I feel about all of that stuff.” you were exasperated, the phone call with your mother going the direction it always did. 

“You’re already 25 and aren’t married. I’m worried about you.” your mother was kind and soft, just like you used to be. However, your mother didn’t have to worry about the troubles herr daughter went through in regards to dating. Your mother was skinny and beautiful and could have any man she had wanted. She chose her husband in middle school and they’ve been together ever since. 

“Nothing to worry about here. I’m successful, rich, and happy. What more could I need?” You took a sip of your wine, looking out the window of your apartment. 

“Love.” your mother whispered softly. 

“I have that already! I love you and dad, my dog, my friends!” 

“Yes, but you know a love between a man and woman is different than all of those. It’s beautiful and wonderful all at the same time.” 

“Mom, I think you’ve seen too many romance movies. Love like that doesn’t exist for girls like me. I already tried that in college. My priorities are elsewhere now.” You knew your mom came from a good place, but you were tired of explaining yourself. You were tired of feeling like you were weird for feeling this way. If only people knew what had made you this way. If only they felt the fear in your chest when you imagined trying to date again. You would rather be alone for the rest of your life than have to feel that way ever again. 

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It wasn’t new for you to meet celebrities in your line of work. Your company was a management company, primarily helping overseas artists who are touring in North America. They gave them additional support, set them up with translators, set up their catering, everything they would need to have a successful tour. And with the rise in K-Pop, you were meeting more and more Korean artists. BTS was among your favorites that you had met so far, their world wide fame clear simply from their charisma. 

You wouldn’t consider yourself a full blown kpop stan, but you enjoyed listening to their music. It was also a good outlet for you because they had to say that they loved and cherished you. That they wanted no one else but you. You didn’t need the attention of attainable men who were subpar when these gorgeous boys made you feel like you were everything. It was a perfect balance because they were just far enough out of reach that you would never get your hopes up. 

“Ma’m, our next music artist is here to meet with you.” Your assistant announced from the door. In confusion, you looked down at your schedule. Maybe you had forgotten. 

“Alright, let them in.” You remained composed and professional, even though you had swore you had no more meetings today. You sat up straight and pushed forward a smile, greeting the group as they walked in. Now, this was an adorable group of boys. You bet they were all extremely young. 

They all awkwardly took a seat, shuffling nervously around each other. 

“Let us introduce ourselves. 1,2, Step out! Hello, we are Stray Kids.” The leader spoke up. His dimples were cute. Even their intro was cute. you nodded, smiling. 

“It’s nice to meet you all. My name is y/f/n y/l/n. Can we go down the line and hear each of your names?” You always did this so that no one felt too uncomfortable or left out. So, they each introduced themselves. Bangchan, Felix, Han, LeeKnow, Seungmin, Changbin, Hyunjin, and I.N. Without much thought, you dove into the meeting. They discussed what the boys would like, need, and everything that would help them have a comfortable tour. The boys were polite, almost hesitant to ask for anything. You reminded them multiple times that their company was paying for our service, so they should make the best use of it. 

The meeting ended and you immediately got to work sending out emails for each of their requests to their respective departments. As you were typing away, you heard a few gentle taps on your door. “Yes, come in.” you called out, your eyes never leaving the computer. 

“Miss y/l/nt, one of the Stray Kids members wanted to mention something to you.” 

“Alright, let him in.” You figured it was the leader, Bangchan. He seemed very responsible and clearly cared very deeply about his group members. However, much to your surprise, it was not him. you glanced down at your notes, trying to remember where he had been sitting so you could recall his name. He cleared his throat as he took a seat in front of your desk. “You are… Seungmin?” you asked and your heart dropped when he laughed. 

“No, I’m Changbin. Sorry for bothering you, I just remembered something that I needed to bring up.” 

“I’m so sorry. Please go ahead. Whatever you need.” you were embarrassed now, your cheeks flaming red. 

“So, while we’re on tour, I’m going to need to be on a restricted meal plan.” your brows furrowed in confusion. He continued, “I need to lose some weight, so I have to go on a pretty strict diet.” 

“Why do you need to lose weight?” you looked at his figure, buff and healthy, and found yourself confused but also frustrated for some reason. 

“Oh, uh, I’m just kinda the biggest member in the group. And I don’t want our fans to be disappointed in how I look.” Without realizing, you stood up quickly. 

“Excuse me if I’m being too forward, but that’s ridiculous. You look strong and healthy, which I’m sure your fans would be extremely happy about.” you realized your emotions and slowly sat back down. “While I know that you are in control of what you do and how you live, I just think that you shouldn’t restrict yourself. You already know how stressful touring is on your body.” His eyes were wide with your sudden outburst. 

“You… You really think so?” He muttered, still shocked. 

“But uh that’s just my professional opinion. I would hate for you to pass out or fall ill because of something that could have been avoided.” you cleared your throat and shuffled through some papers. For the first time in four years, your heart was fluttering. Like it had back then. No, this was inappropriate right off the top. Not to mention not what you wanted. “I can, um, make sure that there are healthier options that will keep you on track without restricting yourself.” you began typing an email, desperately avoiding eye contact with him. You knew if you saw the way he looked at you, you would immediately blush. 

“I would really appreciate that. Thanks for being so helpful.” you glanced at him and the way he smiled made you want to melt into the floor. He quickly stood up and bowed. “I look forward to working with you.” And then left the room. You turned your back to the door and covered your now fully flushed face. What in the hell was that? Maybe because you haven't felt like this in four years, you felt it all at once. Yeah, it’s probably just because of that. 

“Thomas, are you messing with me right now?” your tone was stern, your brows furrowed as your grip tightened on the phone in your hand. 

“Unfortunately, no Ms. y/l/n. We’ve tried to find replacements, but are unable to hire anyone.” 

“Okay, what about interns? Anyone?”

“This isn’t the kind of thing we can trust an intern with. This is essentially the most important role, ma’m. And the tour officially starts tomorrow, so I’m worried things may start on the wrong foot if this position isn’t filled.” 

“Don’t they have management on their end?” 

“Yes, but they hired us so that those employees could stay in Seoul.” You thought for a moment, annoyed. They needed an artist manager, someone who would work personally with the boys to get them where they needed to go as well as ensure their safety. It’s what you had started out doing before starting this company yourself, seeing the need was great. “I apologize if this is speaking out of turn, ma’m, but I think you would be a great fit for this. The main issue is that we need someone fluent in Korean and you can fulfill that requirement.” you rolled your eyes. 

“I suppose you have a point there. Let me talk with the advisory board about it and see if the v.p would be willing to fill in while I’m gone. I’ll update you.” 

Everything went swimmingly, if you can imagine that. Everyone was more than okay with you stepping out for a few months, meaning things wouldn’t need to be as uptight (but they never told you that). That morning you met the boys at their hotel, explaining that you would be in charge of caring for them the entire U.S leg of the tour, stressing that they shouldn’t hesitate to ask for anything. Their comfort and happiness was the top priority. 

“I thought you were the company CEO, why are you doing a job like this?” The leader, Bangchan, asked as they were riding in the van to the venue. 

“I am the CEO. However, I’m also the only person who could fill this position on such short notice.” you answered politely, giving him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I’m more than qualified. I did this for a while before starting the company.” He nodded, flashing you a smile before one of the boys called for his attention in the seat behind him. 

After arriving at the venue, you jumped into action. Directing the boys towards their green room, sending the crew where they needed to go, and checking in with venue staff to ensure that everything was going according to the email that had been sent to them. Once things were handled outside, you poked your head in to check on the guys. 

“Is everything okay for you guys? Do I need to run for anything?” 

“Oh, no, everything’s perfect. Thank you miss…?” Bangchan was obviously unsure of how to address you. 

“Just call me y/n! We’re going to be spending quite a bit of time together, so no need to be formal!” you bowed and left, going to double check that things were in place for the boys, like water bottles, towels, other things. You felt the thrill of frantically running around that you had missed. Spending years in the office had made you forget how exciting it was to be on the scene. Maybe you would do this more often. 

You walked back into the green room to check on things, as you were working down your list, when you had clearly walked in on a conversation. When they noticed you, they switched from English to Korean. And you could tell he was talking about you. It was Han? The one with the puffy cheeks. You were still learning their names. 

“I wonder if she even knows what she’s doing. Like, how can a CEO know anything about what it’s like to actually be there? I bet she’s super overwhelmed.” 

“Ah, you weren’t in my van earlier when I explained it to Bangchan. I’m more than qualified, as I did this for a few years when I was in college. But I appreciate you worrying, it makes me feel very cared for. I hope you’ll continue to care for me moving forward.” You responded back in perfect Korean, which resulted in both of them looking at you with wide terrified eyes. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you! I shouldn’t have been talking like that about you.” Han ended his sentence with a 90 degree bow and the other member (I.N?) also bowed. 

“Oh, don’t worry too much about it! I’m not offended at all!” You flashed them a smile and continued doing your work, successfully instilling the fear in them that would make them behave for you on this tour. 

As you continued about my work, fluttering from here to there, you accidentally walked into where apparently the weights were. Bangchan and Changbin were doing some pump up reps to make sure their muscles looked good. Your eyes instantly went to the shoulder muscles that were showing through Changbin’s shirt and you had to force yourself to turn away and look anywhere else. 

“Uh, just checking in boys. You’ve got about 20 minutes until the VIP soundcheck begins, do you need anything from me before then?” 

“Oh, actually, it would be amazing if you could bring us a few bottles of water? We forgot before we started.” Bangchan asked politely. You quickly reached into your backpack and pulled out two bottles. You turned around to set them on a bench and had to avert your eyes. 

“Let me know if you need anything else. I’ll be around.” You bowed and then quickly left the room. Good lord, that's dangerous. 

The show went amazingly, of course. As you watched from behind the stage, a bundle of towels in your arms, you found yourself enamored by their energy. You usually never cared much to pay attention during shows back when you were younger. But back then, you would usually find a cute roadie and flirt with him the entire time. A waste of time by your current standards. Also, why would you want to miss out on this? When they came back for their first outfit change, they were sweating so badly that they seemed so grateful for something as simple as a towel. After a quick change, a few makeup and hair touch ups, they were back out there for more. When the end of the show came, you found yourself getting emotional for some reason. It was almost like you could feel the sadness of their fans (which you learned are called Stay) at them leaving. Like this night they had been waiting so long for was now over and they weren’t sure when they would see them again. The boys, however, were exhausted. You could tell they gave absolutely everything they had for this show. There's no way they would be like that for every single show, right? 

Around five shows in, you found yourself feeling more and more comfortable with the boys. And clearly they started to feel comfortable around you as well, the younger ones affectionately referring to you as “Noona”. At the beginning, they were nervous to ask for anything. Now, you couldn’t get away from them. 

“Noona! Can you take us to a convenience store? I want some snacks.” 

“Noona, will we have time to sightsee?” 

“Noonaaaa, we’re in Seattle, we need to get Starbucks.” 

And you honestly didn’t mind it. They were adorable and it was your job to get them whatever they wanted. You found yourself getting closer to Felix and Hyunjin, two people you didn’t expect to get close to in the beginning. Felix obviously warmed up to you pretty quick, as he was just so talkative and sweet from the start. You found yourself talking with Hyunjin about things like fashion and art when the two of them were together. 

There was only one problem- you sensed that someone was growing a crush on you. That someone, of course, was Changbin. And you already were against dating/marriage, but you also knew engaging romantically with a client was extremely inappropriate. And it took everything in you to shove these feelings deep down. Of course, he was cute. And kind. And a great person to talk with. And good lord he was hot. He also had this habit of subtly complimenting you that drove you absolutely crazy. “Noona, your hair looks nice today.” “It’s sweet how attentive you are to us.” “Noona, that eyeshadow suits you really well.” 

They were coming up on the end of the tour when you found yourself alone on the roof with Changbin, stargazing in silence. Silence wasn’t uncomfortable with him. 

“We probably won’t see you after next week, huh?” He suddenly asked out of nowhere. 

“Uh, yeah, it’s not likely. Unless we can't find someone when you guys come again.” You felt nervous as the air shifted between the two of you. He obviously had something he wanted to say and you had a feeling it was something you didn’t want to hear.

“Can I confess something to you?” 

“You probably shouldn’t.” You were trying your best to remain logical and level headed as you always had been. 

“You don’t want me to?” 

“It’s not that, but I don’t want you to get in trouble.” 

“I won’t get in trouble.” 

“Alright, fine. What would you like to confess?” You asked and your heart was pounding. You didn’t want to have to turn him down. To reject his confession of love. But you couldn’t let yourself fall into this trap again. While he seemed sweet now, there was lots of time for him to become like the others. Maybe he only feels this way because you're conveniently in front of him. 

“I… uh, I think I have feelings for you. I don’t even know why I’m confessing this to you, but I can’t go on pretending that I feel differently.” He looked at you expectantly. You took a deep breath, and looked out at the skyline. 

“Changbin, I uh, I’m sorry but, um, I don’t really want to date or get married or anything like that.” Your hands were trembling. You were scared of how he would react, if he would hate you now. You actually cared how he felt. 

“Can I ask why you feel that way?” He asked softly, looking over at you. Tears pricked at your eyes. No one has ever asked why. No one cared enough to wonder. 

“Um, I just have a bad past with dating. I’ve never been anyone’s first option. I had my heart broken alot and this is a way to protect myself. If I close the door completely, no one can come in and hurt me.” It was silent again, the only noise coming from the traffic on the street far below. 

“So… I just have to prove that you’re my first choice and that I want you for you?” A tear slipped down your cheek. How did he guess that second part? 

“I mean, you can try. I’ll allow that. But, it’s going to be a lot of work. I’m kinda messed up.” You admitted, swiping the tears away from your face. He nodded slowly from where he was. At this point, the men from the past would have scooted over and put their arm around you. Changbin stayed where he was and watched you carefully. 

“I think you’re worth it. And I haven’t even known you that long. I can’t imagine how much more I’ll think that the more I know you… But let's start as friends first, yeah? I won’t push you into anything.” Your head was spinning. How was a man this considerate? He had to be faking. There's no way this could be real. 

“Sure, let's do the friend thing first.” 

So, the two of you exchanged numbers. Once the tour ended, he kept texting you. You kept waiting for the day he would come on to you. Waiting for an unsolicited dick pic. Waiting for the “i can’t wait any longer”. But it never came. Changbin seemed more than content simply being friends. Every time you found yourself beginning to let your walls down a bit, the men of the past would flash into your mind. They said all the right things, made all the right choices. You were still hesitant about Changbin. Did he have some sort of ulterior motive? 

“Aren’t you sick of this?” You asked him one day on the phone. 

“Sick of what?” He responded, sounding confused. 

“Sick of me making you stay my friend. You probably already have feelings for someone else by now.” 

“No I don't.” He retorted quickly. “And I enjoy being your friend. If that’s what I have to do to be by your side, then that’s fine. I’ll be your friend forever if I have to.” You felt your eyes water.

“Why do you always say stuff like that? Are you trying to bring my guard down?” 

“I’m not trying to do anything, Noona. I only wish you could trust me.”

“I do trust you. I just don’t want you to expect anything from me romantically.” 

“You know that I don’t. I told you I’m more than happy being your friend.”

Months went on and you kept getting to know each other. You were waiting for the other shoe to drop at any moment for the first little while. However, you slowly realized how pure his intentions were. He never once crossed the line, never even tiptoed near it. He truly genuinely cared for you. And while he never crossed the line, he made it clear that he only had eyes for you. He said so many times that he was more than okay with playing the long game. Slowly trying to win your heart. If he didn’t get to love you, he wouldn’t get to love anyone else. 

One night, you were extra tipsy from a few too many glasses of wine and decided to give him a call. 

“Hey, Seo Changbin! How dare you make me like you! You came into my office that first day so handsome and kind and whatever. You wrapped me around your finger from the very beginning and that was so fucking rude of you.” You slurred over the phone. He quietly listened, chuckling to himself here and there. 

“Noona, did you have too much to drink?” 

“Maybe, but whatever! It’s none of your business!”

“Okay, then for your sake, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear any of that and hang up okay? Make sure to drink some water please.” He was firm but reassuring. God he was so hot. 

“Changbin, do you still like me?” you asked quietly after a moment. 

“Yes, very much.” He replied almost instantly. 

“But I’ve made you wait so long…” It had been a year at this point since his confession. 

“It hasn’t been too bad, don’t worry.” He assured you and you could practically hear his smile. “I’ve gotta get back to work, but I’ll check in on you later okay?” His voice had dropped a little bit and you felt your heart thump even harder. 

“Um yeah, sure.” You couldn’t even think about what he said, the way he said it had the biggest effect on your drunk brain. When he hung up, you almost immediately fell asleep.

Changbin had become one of your closest friends at this point. You confided in him, laughed with him. But you wouldn’t let yourself feel anything romantic for him. You couldn’t. Even though they had known each other for two years at this point, you were scared he would suddenly change. 

The boys had come to LA for KCon (you only knew because you played a large role in the planning of the event) and asked to meet up with you for dinner. You obviously agreed, as you cherished them deeply. They had rented out a space for them to go out to and were already there when you arrived. They greeted you happily, running over to hug you. You smiled, happy to see them again and complimenting them on their most recent work. You took the open seat at the table, between Seungmin and Felix but was also across from Changbin. 

You ordered some pasta, not caring what they thought. Back when you were younger, you would have opted for a salad or something healthy looking so as to not look like someone who wasn’t minding your figure. However, now, you gave no fucks. You weren't trying to impress any of them in that way and you were hungry so you were going to eat. 

“You seem like you’ve been pretty busy since we last saw you.” Chan comments as we wait for the food. 

“Yeah, we’re doing a lot for KCon on top of other small artists doing tours. Thankfully I don’t have to do all the work.” You joked, chuckling. “But yeah, I’ve kept pretty busy. Not too busy to keep up with you guys, though. Just when I think you guys have reached your peak, you somehow go even higher. I’m very impressed and proud.” 

“Ah, Noona! You’re making me blush!” Felix shouted out from across the table, covering his cheeks. The food came to the table not long after that, so the conversation jumped around. you ended up sitting back and listening as they talked, enjoying your meal and the company. However, as you glanced in front of you, Changbin was observing you with a small smile on his face. 

“You ok?” He mouthed to you, his gaze soft and kind. You nodded and smiled. He winked and nodded before looking away. You could feel your cheeks begin to flush. But then your chest started to tighten. At the end of the night, they went to go their separate ways, a slightly tipsy Felix clinging onto you and whining about how he missed you already. 

“Aw, our little Felix is such a cute drunk.” you cooed at him, smiling sweetly. His smile widened even further as he nuzzled into you and hummed. You walked him to their car, where he slowly let go of you, pretending to cry as he climbed into the vehicle. “I’ll text you, Lixie.” You promised from outside, which made him smile again. Changbin hung back, clearly waiting for his turn to have your full attention. 

“Can you make some time for me tonight?” you asked him, wandering over towards him. He smiled and nodded, waving to the guys as they left. 

When you both got to your place, you knew it was time. You couldn’t deny the way you felt for him and he had waited so patiently until now. They were sitting on the couch and talking when you turned towards him and took a deep breath. 

“Changbin, I have something to say.” You announced, unable to look at him. 

“Oh, uh okay. Go for it.” He shifted nervously, eyes watching you intently. 

“Firstly, I just wanted to thank you for being so amazing to me this past almost two years. I really appreciate having you by my side as a friend.” You looked up at him to gauge how he was reacting. He was watching you, his brows knit together in concentration. You decided to continue.”I think… It’s time that I acknowledged my real feelings…” You paused for a second and took a deep breath. “I like you. So much. Like, everything you do drives me crazy and I want you so badly that I can’t even be afraid anymore.” Once you finished talking, the air was quiet between the two of you. You looked at him after a minute, afraid of what his reaction would be. Relief flooded over you when you saw his head turned to the side, a wide smile on his face and flushed cheeks. 

“Uh, is that how you really feel? You’re not just saying that for me?” You could tell he was trying to keep his composure, now wanting to spook you with his excitement.

“Yes, it’s how I feel.” You muttered, your fingers still trembling. 

“It makes me so happy to hear that. Like, I could die right now after hearing you say that. That was the cutest confession I’ve ever seen in my life.” He started gushing, unable to hold back. He quickly caught himself and cleared his throat. “Um, but I’ll do whatever you want. Like, if you wanna stay friends, that would be fine. If you want to date, I’m also very okay with that.” You laughed, feeling so safe in his vulnerability. 

“I want to try dating you, Changbin. I haven’t dated in a long time, but I want to give it my best shot.” He turned his back from you and squealed. Actually squealed. Like, kicked his feet and giggled. 

“Can I hold your hand?” He asked once he turned back around. You could tell that even though he was excited, he was conscious of your history with guys and wanted to be respectful. Without realizing it, you closed the space between them and kissed him gently, your hand softly on the back of his neck in an effort to pull him closer. When you pulled away, his eyes were wide. 

“Does that answer your question?” You teased, smirking. He immediately pulled you onto his lap and looked up at you lovingly. 

“Tell me when you’re uncomfortable. I’ll stop immediately.” He stated firmly, one hand rubbing small circles on your back. you nodded and cupped his face in your hands. “You are so worth it. Even if I had to wait five, ten, twenty more years. Getting to hold you like this and know that you feel safe with me makes it all worth it.” He whispered, smiling happily. You kissed his forehead, then each of his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and then his lips again. 

“How are you so perfect?” You whispered, resting your forehead against his. 

“I’m not. I just… love you so much.” He obviously felt awkward admitting it this soon. You had figured as much, since there was no way he could still like you at this point and not love you. 

“I love you too, Bin.” You confessed softly, your eyes closed. There was silence between the two of you for a moment, the only sound to be heard coming from their breathing. 

“Like I said, tell me when you want to stop.” He breathed, his eyes connecting with yours. Your lips met his and the hunger kicked in for the both of you immediately. 

His lips traveled down your neck, stopping every now and then to suck on one spot softly before moving on. You took this opportunity to feel him up like you had dreamed of. His shoulders, his biceps, his chest (oh my god). His hands roamed as well, gently caressing you as his kisses slowly followed the neckline of your top. In a swift movement, you removed your top. His jaw was slacked as he took you in and had come to the discovery that you weren't wearing a bra this entire time. “Baby, what did I do to deserve you?” He muttered, his eyes locking with yours. you smiled and leaned in to kiss him, guiding his hands onto your breasts. He groaned into your mouth, gently squeezing each one. You slid your hands under his shirt, desperate to make contact with his skin. He smirked and pulled his shirt off. His figure was so gorgeous you couldn’t help but gasp. 

“Don’t ever show this to Stay.” You mumbled, your hands grazing across his chest. He laughed and nodded. 

“It’s all yours.” You couldn’t help but smile, even though you were so vulnerable, you felt safe. As the two of you continued to kiss, your hips had ideas of their own, grinding against his growing bulge. The way he whimpered against your lips only encouraged you to keep going. You had never been able to imagine him sounding like that in your wildest fantasies. 

His hands slowly slid down your body and lovingly grazed across your thigh towards your core. He smiled when he felt your soaked panties, to which you bit your lip and blushed. “Such a good girl, already wet for me.” His voice was husky with lust. Combined with his already flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips, you couldn’t handle how sexy he was. “You still okay?” He asked, his fingers resting tantalizingly close, just on your inner thigh. He made a point to make eye contact, patiently waiting for your answer. You nodded, caressing the back of his head softly. A question of how long this consideration would last wandered into your mind, but you cast it aside. If it was only temporary, you would deal with it later. But for now, there was no one else in the world but Seo Changbin. 

He slid your panties to the side, his fingers sliding along your slit to make contact with your core. He hummed happily, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He gently pulled away and laid you down, his hand resting behind your head as you laid down. 

“I’ve dreamed about tasting you for so long.” He seemed to be muttering to himself as he pulled your skirt off and removed your panties with it. You spread your legs wide for him, your heart pounding with excitement. “Ah, so pretty.” He whispered as he rubbed your thigh gently. You could feel your hips shift, desperate for his touch. He dove in face first, his tongue instantly getting to work. Your hands flew into his hair as you moaned. His tongue expertly flicked in and out of you, going faster than you could have ever imagined. You would forever view his rapping differently after tonight. His thumb made lazy circles around your clit as he lapped up every drop of you. Far too quickly, you felt that familiar knot tighten in your stomach. 

“B-Bin… I’m gonna…” You were embarrassed, as you were sure he was expecting more from you. 

“Cum for me whenever you’re ready baby.” He responded, kissing your clit gently a few times before sliding one finger inside of you. That was enough to push you over the edge, your legs wrapping around his head, your back arching, the most lewd sounds you had ever experienced coming from your mouth. When you finally rode out your high and released his head, he sat back for a moment, wiping the slick from his face. You instantly covered your face in embarrassment, your cheeks red not only from your orgasm. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, softly. He kissed your knee softly and rubbed small circles on your thigh. 

“I’ve never done that before, so I didn’t think I would finish that fast.” You admitted, your face still covered. 

“Wait… No one’s ever given you head before?” He asked, shocked. You nodded and slowly uncovered your face. 

“Me finishing wasn’t the most important thing for the only other guy I’ve been with.” You explained, suddenly feeling shy at your inexperience. 

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.” His eyes were sad as he placed reassuring kisses on your thigh. “That’s not how it’s supposed to be.” He explained, shaking his head. “In fact, you finishing many times is my goal.” he crawled up over your body until he was basically on top of you. He kissed your lips, gently at first. 

“But what about you?” you pulled back and asked, softly. 

“It’ll happen eventually, but I’m not worried about it. I want you to feel the best I can make you feel.” He kissed you again, hands gently rubbing your sides. “But before that can even happen, I gotta stretch you a bit.” His hand slid down your body and the rest of him followed, slowly inserting one finger inside your now needy core. “Oh my god, you’re so tight.” He hissed through gritted teeth. He slowly started thrusting, setting a steady pace for himself. Soon, it was two fingers, then three. 

“Want you… So bad…” you moaned, arching your back with your eyes closed. 

“Yeah? What do you want? Tell me. Use your words.” You looked at him in surprise. This cocky attitude was unexpected but so welcome. 

“W-want… ugh… want your cock in me.” you groaned, his fingers fucking your faster and faster while you begged for him. “Please, Bin.” you whined, reaching for him. He instantly folded, taking off his pants and underwear faster than you thought was possible. 

“Well, when you ask so nicely, I guess I have to.” He groans, dragging his tip against your slit. He lined himself up with your entrance and you glanced down in time to see how big he was. You worried for a second that you weren't stretched enough, but you were determined to take every bit of him with no fuss. “Are you ready?” He looked at you for confirmation, his breathing heavy but clearly still very much in control. You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. He inserted his tip and groaned. Slowly, he slid himself in, making sure to take time to allow you to stretch around him. Meanwhile, he was kissing your neck softly and whispering encouraging words in your ear in between his own groans and whimpers. “You take my cock so well baby. Like you’re made for me.” “Almost there, princess. You’re doing so good. Being such a good girl for me.” He finally made it all the way in, your hips meeting. You felt so full of him but in the best way possible. He stayed still for a minute, allowing you to stretch around him and adjust to his size. You bucked your hips, wanting him more and more with every moment. “Be patient, beautiful. I’m gonna take real good care of you, don’t worry.” He cooed, kissing your gently on the lips. So, this is what it was like to make love, you thought to yourself. This is what it means to not be used for your body. You were ripped out of those thoughts by his shallow thrusts, the grunts coming from his mouth sending you over the moon. With every thrust, he pulled out a little more, setting a slow but comfortable pace. You wrapped your legs around him and your arms around his neck. you wanted him closer than close. You made out with him in the sloppiest way you had ever encountered, moaning into eachothers mouths while swimming in pleasure. Without realizing, you started to clench around him. This must have been something he liked, because his controlled pace started to get sloppy and you felt his cock twitch with every clench. “I-if you keep doing that, I’m gonna lose control.” He groaned through gritted teeth. “I won’t be able to stop.” His pace was quickening, arms on either side of your head to stabilize himself. 

“Please don’t stop.” you whimpered, the idea of him stopping right now being too much. You suddenly saw his eyes shift, where they were once calm and clear, they were now dark and lustful. Almost primal. He wrapped you in his arms and held you up while he pounded into your, hips snapping into yours with every thrust. You mewled as he hit your g-spot repeatedly, as if he knew exactly where it was. You felt the knot forming in your stomach, getting close again. Without much warning, you came around him, your grip tightening on his hair at the back of his head. He didn’t slow down however, still pounding into your faster and faster, growls coming from his mouth. You felt him twitch as you saw him get closer and closer. “Cum for me baby.” you groaned, kissing and biting his neck, hands roaming around his chest, torso, shoulders, back. With a loud groan, he finished, painting the inside of you in spurts. He looked at you with wide eyes as he cummed. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to finish in you.” He tried to pull himself out, but you wrapped your legs around him and kept him in place as he finished. 

“I honestly don’t even care.” you sighed, feeling full of him. He slowly pulled himself out, rubbing your thighs lovingly. 

“You did so well, baby. So so well.” He praised, kissing your thighs with a smile. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up and came back with a towel to clean you up as well. You reached to take the towel from him, but he shook his head. “This is my job.” which you also found confusing. Your ex just threw a towel at you, which you thought was standard. He slowly and gently cleaned you up, careful of how sore you were already. “There you go my love. Oh, don’t forget to use the bathroom too so you don’t get an infection.” He reminded, a soft smile on his face. You nodded and got up, hobbling over to the bathroom. As you sat on the toilet, you felt your cheeks flush. That wasn’t the direction you had imagined things going tonight, but you couldn’t be happier. 

As you climbed back into bed, you expected Changbin to roll over and go to sleep. So, you did the same. 

“Are you upset?” He asked softly, reaching out for you. 

“No, I just figured you were tired.” You commented, rolling over to look at him. 

“I’ll never be too tired to hold you.” He says matter of factly, pulling you in closer. “If I ever meet whoever your ex is, I’m gonna have to kick his ass.” He mumbles, kissing your hair. 

“Wait, why?” you chuckled, pulling back to look at him. 

“He clearly wasn’t very good to you. And he made you think all of that was normal.” He frowns. “I understand why you wouldn’t want to be with any guy ever again if you thought they were all like that.” You felt yourself melt a bit at his words. He spoke so matter of factly about feelings you had never disclosed to anyone, him included. As you laid together, he peppered your face with small kisses, whispering sweet things to you. You felt so comfortable, so safe. You started to drift off, your eyes feeling heavy. You woke up to the lights off and a cozy Changbin in front of you. His eyes were closed, but a small smile rested on his face. You decided to let yourself fall back asleep in his arms. 

When you woke up the next morning in an empty bed, your heart instantly began racing. Was he disappointed in your performance? Did the post nut clarity hit in the morning? You looked around and saw no traces of him. You thought maybe you had dreamed it all, but upon looking in the mirror, you knew that wasn’t true. Your neck was covered in hickies and your lips were still a little swollen. You wanted to be upset, but you couldn’t be. You decided to just throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt before heading out to make yourself breakfast. However, as you walked into the kitchen, you were shocked to hear someone already there. You slowly poked your head in and felt your eyes widen at the sight of a shirtless Changbin cooking your breakfast. 

“Um, hi?” you rasped, your voice scratchy from sleep. He turned and smiled. 

“You’re awake! I’m trying to make you some breakfast.” you walked over and saw the scrambled eggs that he was so lovingly making were slightly overcooked, a little brown in some spots. However, that happened to be exactly how you liked them. “Sorry, I know I’m not a great cook.” He rested his head on your shoulder as you turned the heat off and moved the pan to the cool burner. 

“What do you mean? You cooked these perfectly.” you smiled and patted his cheek. “I make them like this on purpose.” He hugged you tightly from behind, giggling. 

“Wow, we must really be meant for eachother then, huh?” He kissed your cheek over and over, making your smile even wider. You felt tears prick the back of your eyes but tried to hold them back. However, Changbin was as observant as ever. He turned you around and held your face in his hands, brows furrowed in concern. “What’s going on, honey?” His voice was soft, his thumbs grazing your cheeks softly. 

“I just thought you had left, so I’m happy you’re youre.” you smiled softly at him as you spoke. He frowned. 

“I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. You’re officially stuck with me now, Noona.” He kissed your forehead gently and then flashed you a wide smile. “Let’s eat before it gets cold, yeah?” He gently guided you over to the food, where they both made a plate and sat down at your table. While they were eating, his phone started buzzing from the counter. He attempted to ignore it, saying it probably wasn’t important. 

“I bet it’s Channie-hyung. You should go answer it.” You took a bite of your food as you watched him walk over, giving you a wide eyed look when he saw you was right. 

“Give me a minute.” He whispered and stepped into the hallway to answer. Part of you wanted to eavesdrop, but you decided to focus on eating . He came back a few minutes later and sighed. “I have to leave here soon. We have a soundcheck in like 20 minutes.” Your eyes widened, as the venue was at least 10 from your house. 

“Shit, then we need to go right now.” You stood up, abandoning your food and running to find your shoes. 

“No, it’s okay! I’ll just get a driver to come get me.” 

“It’s fine, I can just drop you off.” You were already putting your shoes on and grabbing your keys. 

“But I don’t want-” He stopped himself, looking down. 

“Anyone to see me?” you stopped and realized this was the other shoe dropping. 

“Not for any reason you’re thinking. I just don’t want you to get hurt because you’re seen with me.” You handed him his shirt, which you had grabbed from the room, and nodded. 

“It’s all good. I understand.” Did you completely mean it? You weren't entirely sure, but you decided to be cool about it rather than making him feel bad. You knew you had issues that you needed to work on too, he didn’t need to deal with all of it. 

“You sure?” He seemed confused, trying to search for all of his stuff while also talking with you. You walked over to him and hugged him from behind. 

“Yes, I’m sure. Now, get outta here. You’ve got work to do.” You kissed his shoulder. “But I’ll see you later.” He turned his head in surprise. 

“You’ll be there tonight?” He asked with a wide smile. 

“Yeah! Perks of having my team basically handling all of the artists is I can get myself very good seats. You’ll be able to see me, no problem.” You giggled at his reaction, which was him quickly turning around with eyebrows raised and an amused smile on his face. “And I have a very cute outfit planned.” You added, which only made him smile more. 

“Can you come say hi to us before the show? The boys would love to see you.” He asks happily, clearly excited at this new development. 

“I’ll see if I can sneak my way in.” You wink, laughing. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door to meet his driver. 

You put on your outfit: a black crop top with a hot pink harness, a black leather mini skirt, and some black knee high platform boots. You did some hella cute makeup and did your hair, making sure to wear your Stray Kids headband you had ordered, since everyone needed to know who you were there for. Once you were ready, you made your way to the venue, all access badge around your neck. You wandered into the back, stopping one of your staff members to ask them where Stray Kids' green room was. Once you got there, you knocked on the door three times before opening the door. You were greeted by a chorus of “NOONA!!”s, which made your heart very happy. Felix ran over and hugged you tight. 

“Noona, you look so pretty! I didn’t know you were coming!” He was so excited to see you, his smile was so wide. You sat down with Han, pestering him as he was trying to play a game on his phone. Only Felix, Han, I.N, and Seungmin were in the room at the moment. After Han finally gave up, you decided to chat with Seungmin. They were all sat on one couch, chatting about this and that. Seungmin saw your headband and decided to tease you about it, saying “You must really like us, Noona.” to which you agreed. 

“Where's the rest of your group?” You asked, confused. 

“Oh, they’re still getting ready. Hair, makeup, outfit. All that fun stuff.” Han informed, once again distracted by something on his phone. After sitting and hanging out, the other boys finally came back. 

“Bestie! You’re here!” Hyunjin exclaimed excitedly running over and hugging you. 

“You look so pretty.” You gushed, looking at his outfit. He laughed and nodded. 

“You do too. I guess we’re two pretty best friends.” He joked and then both of you cringed while laughing. 

“Ah, our y/n is here.” Leeknow commented as he walked in, a small smile resting on his face. You greeted him happily, to which he gave you a small bow and then found a spot to relax before their performance. Next was Bangchan, who was happy to see you and gave you a hug. 

“Changbinnie will be here soon.” He teased, winking at you. You felt your cheeks flush and tried to laugh it off. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with anyone, suddenly taking an interest in their fridge. 

“Old habits die hard.” You joked, straightening all the labels and pulling things forward in an effort to hide how nervous you are. Thankfully, the others didn’t seem to pick up on it, even though Chan kept trying to tease you. Changbin entered the room and instantly came over and wrapped you in his arms. 

“My baby is here!” He cheered, loud enough for everyone to hear. Your face flushed and you looked at him with wide eyes. “What?” He asked, confused with your reaction. You nodded your head towards the boys, who were looking at the two of you with intrigued expressions. “Oh, right.” He nodded and then turned towards them. “y/n and I are dating now.” He informed them, smiling widely. You didn’t think your face could feel any hotter, your hands coming up to shield yourself from the embarrassment. 

“Ah, so that’s where you were last night, Seo Changbin!” Leeknow pretended to scold, a mischievous smile on his face. You were so embarrassed, the boys laughing and heckling the two of you, that you were extremely relieved to see one of your staff members enter. 

“Miss y/n, I was asked to escort you to your seat so the artists can get ready for the show.” You nodded, jumping at the opportunity to leave the room. Changbin stopped you, pouting. His lip was jutted out as he pointed to his cheek. 

“Kiss please. For luck.” You could feel everyone's eyes on you, the embarrassment becoming almost too much. You rolled your eyes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, which made the boys all scream. You quickly headed towards the door, turning once to give a weak 

“Stray Kids, fighting!” before rushing out the door. 

The entire show was great, the boys all making a point to come over and wave at you at one point or another. Changbin was extra, of course, blowing kisses to you every chance he had. The girls behind you were losing their minds, thinking it was for them. You smiled, happy that they were happy. But you also felt smug, knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger. You were excited for what the future would hold with him.

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thanks for reading! hope you love it!

[elderflowergin]

SBS Hyena, episode 1 rewatch (part 5)

LEE JI EUN, BEST GIRL. With a haircut and savagery to match her boss. 

Jung Geum-ja straight up tells Yoon Hee-jae that she did the con for money. We know the building is important, but not yet why (why that particular building, anyway, if you just wanted to be rich?). But here, with Lee Seo-u, we see the Ends with which she justified her Means (and HOW mean, honestly), and that is Geum-ja's Achilles' heel: hurting kids. 

(DUE DILIGENCE, YOON HEE-JAE. DO IT NEXT TIME, YOU SUPPOSED ACE. Although even if he had, what was he going to have done about it?)

(I think this should read - “he’s impatient with women who nag for attention.”)

Of course he hates women who nag for his attention. Of course he will also be the one begging, in no short order, for hers.

I love her tracksuits. They're very different from the dresses she wore as Kim Hee-sun, but she wears everything with the same air of insouciance. A tracksuit is apropos for a woman who will never sit still; who's always running, either towards her next goal or away from her feelings.

 As @thefeastandthefast would say: she's always driving away first.  

What follows, in a genius bit, is the deconstruction of the romantic convention we saw earlier. The right hair, the right look (that oversized shirt was no accident, was it?), the right place, positioning herself in just the right spot, even the gag with the power going out - happenstance and fate, as far as Hee-jae is concerned, because that’s how everything in his life has shaken out thus far - but in reality it’s the result of a three-person team working round the clock and their tireless choreography. 

It looked like a romance film because it was one, and entirely (or not?) fictional. 

No commentary required. This dress. HER. Mother.

Up next: the most audaciously sexy line in all of Kdrama.

[duskterrace]

local ghost spotted posting intro five days late, anomaly muns claim. many express shock over ghost's sudden appearance. ✩ ( let's pretend this is introduction is actually on time and i wasn't panicked about how little i had ready lmao)

sorry for the super late introduction guys and thank you admins for being so understanding with me and my sweet summer child ! hi everyone ! ✩ im ghost ( they/them, 21+, est ) sleepy and back from the afterlife to offer up seo jinsol, your local 23 year old disaster astronomy major with the ability to manipulate the presence of yin and yang within themselves ! i've been so excited for this rp, and i honestly cant wait to start plotting with everyone. everything you could possibly need on jinsol is below, along with some headcanons and wanted plots! my discords available for anyone who needs it ( and pls need it tumblrs ims will be the death of me ). pls send a dm or leave a like if you'd like to plot so i can race over and gush over your muse(s) !

ㅤ STATS   |  ABILITY   | BIO (U/C)   |  PLOTS | PINTEREST  | PLAYLIST

✩ BASIC INFORMATION.

name seo jinsol  ╱ age twenty3 ╱ pronouns he/they/she ╱ gender possibly ╱ birthday december 13, 1999 ╱ birthchart sagittarius sun aquarius moon leo rising ╱ hometown hongdae, seoul ╱ orientation bisexual, androsexual lean  ╱ personality outgoing, playful, confident, thrill-seeking, sarcastic, impulsive, stubborn, hot-tempered, curious ╱ faceclaim choi san ( ateez ) & hwang yeji ( itzy ) ╱ character inspo post ponytail zuko & sokka ( atla ), jordan li ( gen v ), beast boy & starfire ( dc titans )

✩ HEADCANONS. tw: far too many avatar the last airbender references.

raised with manners, so they're very respectful. especially of their elders and women. they don't eat first when elders are present, they offer assistance with tasks ( normally being the first to jump to help someone ), they tend to offer to listen to someones worries, etc.

since their power is based on internal balance an yin and yang, they can be found doing a lot of activities around campus to clear their mind from time to time. ranging from yoga in the morning, to sketching, jogging, endurance workouts, forcing themself to relax, and burning incense. think uncle iroh but as a modern day, 23 year old college student. when their energy ( chi ) isn't balanced, they experience disharmony, a very tiring process that causes the typical results of disharmony except ... personified. so gender switching to female, being depressed, stressed and anxious with tummy issues ( normal hot girl sh*t imo ) all at the same time and against their will etc.

contrary to how i explain them, they are not as calm, collected nor as wise as uncle iroh. they more so have the personality of zuko, around when he started being hot and also sokka. so sarcastic, awkward, still a hot head, playfully, clumsy, and always cracking a joke or two. the vibes of a beloved leader that probably shouldn’t be leading.

they're wanderlust coded. i have this weird headcanon of them, where its a day off and they just turn off their phone at night and go for a walk in the city and just exist, looking at the city lights, sitting and looking at the river, grabbing ice cream even though its cold out side and then eventually heading back to the dorms as if they didn't just disappear for a few hours without a word. they definitely do this often too, while eating some cheap buy buy one get one snack they bought at the a convenience store.

despite how they may act sometimes, they love skinship; on that note, physical touch & quality time are their love languages.

silly but their side of the dorm follows the rules of feng shui and they’d probably playfully nag their roommate ( or any friend really ) to let them just to rearrange one of their things so their stuff fits in the room a little better.

following the ( TW ) death of their grandmother, they fell into the deepest depression and stopped wearing the patch for a while, ( no longer than a month ). the extremely negative emotions they faced kept them female the entire time, but soon enough they caught feelings for someone. feeling happier, they started the went back on the patch again. in the crudest tldr; they got their heart broken pretty badly. they decided to go off of the nullivi patch one last time after falling head over heels for a normal person. the showed them their ability, and just to be completely truthful about who they were, they shifted. it backfired pretty quickly and they were shunned, shamed and rejected. this is one incident they still struggle with letting go, and it currently affects how they view / form relationships.

they don't hate nullivi but they don't like it either. it messes with their internal balance which can make it tough to use their powers later and requires a pretty strict regimen when off of nullivi to balance their energies again.

They actively seek connections. They’d give anything to connect and have someone understand them, deeply and intrinsically without feeling like they’re being judged for who they are. They want to be able to open up and have someone see them for them; for whats really the inside and not just whats the outside, no matter what form they may take.

* more coming soon, only one braincell is on shift tonight .

✩ WANTEDPLOTS. *more plots en route.

CRUSH : it starts with those shy glances across the room and before they know it , all of a sudden all of the songs they listen to were about your muse. for some reason, your muse has caught jinsol's eye. your muse gives them butterflies, hope even, but they don't call it a crush for nothing. ( possible routes: unrequited & requited ) SPRING FLING : what you had was quick and fun, and meaningless. in the end, there was a clear agreement from both sides that it was no strings attached, hence a clean break was expected. so why does it feel weird watching you walk by them without a word? and why does it sting to see you with someone else? THE DREADED GROUP PROJECT : lets be real, no one in this group ever really liked each other. Since the start of the semester they've kept a pretty good distance from each other, but despite their best efforts, this year they share a class and even worse they've been partnered together for a group project. their final grade is literally dependent on them working together and fast. will they do suck it up long enough to pass ? ( 0 / 2 ) A RIVAL : no need for formalities here. this is someone they just can't seem to see eye to eye with. your muse is someone who sees their presence as a threat and/or vice versa. it could be a friendly rivalry, or a genuine grudge filled feud. whatever it is, bring on the angst ! ( * would be great for rival muses in other rally houses )  TRAINER:  someone they can honestly throw down with. as a member of samjoko, they're constantly trying to find new ways to use their abilities to their advantage. whether its through regular hand to hand combat or testing the limits of their powers, they crave the power to propel samjoko's reputation further and feel like its their sole responsibility to harness said power. EX: a recent ex that broke them / or / the person they broke . the first person they sorta came out to about everything. their playlist has to be full of sad-ish songs for a reason right? this person is the reason, the reason for their glow up in public, and glow down in private. the break up could've been they're fault, could've been the other persons. all they know is... they hate that they still think about your muse as often as they do.  OTHERS : fellow members of samjoko, other residents in blue dorm, the usual fwb/ewb, enemies, childhood friend, friend groups, acquaintances, roommate etc connections. maybe people in the same major/classes, or another club of some kind?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDo you wish to make a connection?        ▶︎ YES.ㅤㅤㅤ NO.

[subskz]

sorry abt the spam

anywayZ GIVE US UR HCS ABT WHO LIKES TO MAKE THEIR PARTNER SQUIRT YEEHAW

(if u'd like obvs)

no worries hehe you know opening my inbox to find a bunch of msgs from u is what keeps me going <3

now i promise i’m not just saying this to appeal to you…seo changbin 🙏 he thrives off your praises like nothing else and any sign that he’s doing a good job in pleasing you is no exception~ he’d be absolutely giddy with pride after, nagging to know if he made you feel good and flashing you that shy lil smirk that almost makes you wanna take him down a peg, but the way he’s so happy abt doing well for you is so cute that you decide to let it slide <3

shoutout to jisung as well!! he is relentlessly horny and also starving for your praise and adoration so smth like that would get him a lil too excited, he’d do everything he can to try and make it happen again