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he was so happy and looked so cute in his rain poncho 😭😭😭😭😭😭 my babyyy
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✩｡°⋆ C. Warming Big D. B. Chan ⋆｡°✩
y/n + “ you” pronoun; “cunt” but no specific anatomy mention for y/n though it leans afab bc of the mention of being "wet" though that could be implied self-prep!!!!; i tried to make chan’s partner gender ambiguous (: slight bratty reader, no prep by choice, established relationship
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TEACHER’S PET 2
PART TWO
- pairing: Prof! Bang Chan x Reader
- tags: smut, 18+ mdni, teacher- student trope, forbidden love, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (f receiving)
- word count: 2k+
- summary: When a forbidden hook-up with your professor turns into an obsession neither of you can resist, you’re invited into his world—one bed, one confession, and one dangerously intimate secret at a time.
This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
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You hadn’t seen him all day, but you felt him everywhere.
The ache from last week’s lecture hall rendezvous still haunted your thighs, your mind clouded with the echo of his voice telling you to bend over and behave. And now, as you sat alone in the near-empty campus café, your phone buzzed.
Mr. Bang: Come by after 8. My place. We need to talk.
You knew exactly what kind of “talking” he meant.
When you got there, the front door opened before you even knocked, revealing him in a black button-up, sleeves rolled, hair messily pushed back like he’d been pacing. His eyes dragged down your body once, then again—slower. Hungrier.
He stepped aside silently, but the tension was thick enough to choke you.
“You’ve been on my mind,” he murmured once the door clicked shut behind you. “And I don’t like distractions when I’m working.”
You swallowed hard. “So this is… to clear your head?”
He smirked, lips curling around something dangerous. “No, sweetheart. This is to ruin you properly—without the fear of anyone walking in.”
He was on you before your reply could form, mouth hot against your neck, his hands already sliding beneath your shirt like he owned your body. And maybe he did. Because the second his fingers touched skin, your knees buckled.
“Bed. Now,” he growled. “This time, I want to hear everything.”
But you didn’t move.
Not yet.
Your eyes locked with his, testing boundaries you didn’t know existed. “You waited a week to text me,” you whispered, breath shallow. “Why now?”
His jaw clenched.
He stepped closer until your back touched the wall, one hand gripping your chin, tilting your face up so your lips were inches from his. “Because if I didn’t, I was going to fuck you in my office again. In the middle of a meeting. I haven’t been able to think straight since the moment you walked into my class looking like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like a fucking sin I was too weak to resist.”
You didn’t realize how fast your heart had started racing until he pressed his palm flat against your chest.
“See that?” he murmured. “You feel that rush? That’s not just because of last time. It’s because you’ve known since day one what this is.” He leaned in, brushing his lips over your ear, his breath searing. “You’re not innocent, are you?”
“No,” you breathed.
“And you like being my dirty little secret?”
Your breath hitched. “Yes.”
That was all it took. In one swift movement, he lifted you—lifted you like you weighed nothing—and carried you straight to his room. The door slammed behind you, the air turning heavier with every step.
He threw you on the bed, eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing lean muscle, veins, and the kind of power that made your thighs squeeze together.
“Lie back,” he ordered, voice thick with restraint. “Hands over your head. I want you completely open for me.”
You obeyed—barely—your body already trembling.
He leaned over you, one knee pressing between your legs, mouth ghosting over your stomach.
“I thought about you every single night,” he confessed, each word dragging heat lower and lower. “Your moans, your taste. The way your voice cracked when you begged me to go harder. I’ve ruined three pairs of sheets because of you.”
Your head tipped back, a whimper spilling from your lips.
“And tonight?” he said, slipping a hand between your thighs. “I’m not stopping until you forget your name and remember exactly who you belong to.”
His mouth crashed onto yours—hungry, aggressive, and completely feral. The kiss wasn’t sweet or slow—it was bruising, raw. You barely had time to breathe before his tongue pushed between your lips and claimed your mouth like it was his to own.
Clothes were stripped with reckless hands. He tugged your top over your head, unclasped your bra with practiced ease, and practically tore your panties down your legs, groaning the second he saw you completely bare beneath him.
“Look at you,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked as he stroked a thumb through your folds. “So fucking wet already, baby. You wanted this the second you walked into my class, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes—”
“Say it properly,” he warned, gripping your thigh and spreading your legs wider, exposing you to the cool air and his scorching stare. “Tell me you’ve been fantasizing about getting fucked like a whore by your teacher.”
You moaned, the filth of his words sending heat flooding through your chest. “I’ve been thinking about it every day since your desk, Mr. Bang. I wanted to be ruined by you.”
That broke him.
He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and dove in—tongue flat against your pussy, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning like he’d just tasted heaven and sin in one lick. His hands pinned your thighs apart, thumbs digging into your skin as he sucked your clit into his mouth with wet, filthy sounds that echoed through the room.
“Oh my god—Chan—fuck—”
“That’s it,” he growled between licks. “Say my name like that. Over and over.”
You were already shaking when he shoved two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right—just perfect—as he kept his mouth latched onto your clit, eating you like a man possessed.
“Gonna cum,” you whimpered, back arching, heels digging into the mattress.
He didn’t stop. He sped up, fucking his fingers into you faster until your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, heat exploding in your core, legs trembling around his shoulders.
But he wasn’t done.
“Oh no, baby,” he said, licking his lips as he stood up, his cock thick and hard and angry red, already leaking pre-cum. “You’re not getting off that easy.”
He climbed on top of you, lined himself up at your entrance, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust. Your gasp turned into a cry—he filled you completely, stretching you until your body molded around him.
“Fuck—so tight,” he groaned, hips pulling back just to drive into you again. “I missed this pussy. You were made for me.”
You clawed at his back, nails leaving red lines down his skin as he set a brutal pace, fucking you into the mattress with unrelenting force. Your tits bounced with each thrust, his mouth latching onto one nipple while his hand gripped your throat, holding you down as he pounded deeper.
“You like this, huh?” he hissed. “You like being my filthy little student? Letting me fuck you dumb in my bed like this?”
You couldn’t speak. You were gone—fucked-out and dazed, body slick with sweat, moaning his name like a prayer. All you could do was take it.
And he loved every second.
He flipped you over suddenly, dragging your hips up and slamming into you from behind, the new angle making your eyes roll back. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so your spine arched deliciously.
“Gonna fill you up,” he panted. “Gonna cum so deep in you you’ll feel it every time you walk into class.”
You clenched around him hard.
“Fuck—do that again and I’ll cum right now.”
You did.
He let out a feral growl, hips snapping erratically as he fucked you through his orgasm, spilling inside you with a guttural moan of your name.
He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, bodies trembling with aftershocks.
And then—softly, breathlessly—he whispered against your ear:
“You’re mine now.”
The air between you both still crackled, thick with the remnants of everything you’d just done—hands still trembling, skin warm, hearts racing in tandem like they hadn’t quite caught up. You lay there tangled in his sheets, flushed and dazed, the hum of the city outside barely cutting through the silence in the room.
Chan propped himself on his elbow, gaze trained on your face, searching for something—maybe regret, maybe fear—but finding none of it.
“Was that…” He swallowed, voice raw and low. “Too much?”
You turned your head toward him, lips still parted from the way he’d ruined you just minutes ago, and shook your head. “No,” you breathed. “It was everything.”
A beat passed. Then another.
“I’ve been losing my mind over you,” he confessed, eyes darkening with something far deeper than lust. “Since the first time you walked into my class. I tried to fight it—I did fight it. But then that day in my office happened, and it’s like something in me snapped.”
You sat up slowly, tugging the sheet around yourself more out of modesty than necessity. “I thought I was the only one going crazy.”
He reached for your hand and kissed your knuckles. “You weren’t.”
You let the quiet settle again. The only sound now was the rhythmic thump of his heart under your palm as you pressed it to his chest.
“So what are we?” you whispered.
He didn’t miss a beat. “Mine.”
Your eyes widened, the way his voice dipped into something possessive, like a growl.
“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I don’t want to keep pretending in class. I want you. Fully.”
A pause.
“You okay with that?” he added, softer now.
You leaned in, brushing your lips over his with a smile. “Only if you’re okay with me being just as obsessed with you.”
Chan grinned—giddy, boyish, utterly in love—and pulled you back into him, burying his face in your neck like he never wanted to let you go.
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Authors note: And with that, Teachers Pet is DONE!!!! I really enjoyed writing this but because i have so many other fics in the works, this one took a little more time to complete, sorry for the wait!!!
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when it's getting freaky but you clock out (hyung line) | skz reactions
genre : funny | light smut (so spicy ?) pairing : bf!skz x reader summary: you were feeling needy. Touchy. Flirty. And he was sooo ready. And then YOU FELL ASLEEP mid motion like some kind of sleep deprived gremlin. ✧ hyung line | maknae line
bang chan
The lights are low. His shirt is off. Yours is halfway there. You're straddling his lap and looking fine... in theory. Chan kisses down your neck, voice low and raspy. “You sure you’re up for this, baby?” You hum against his ear. “Mmhmm. I’ve been waiting all day.” He grins, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” you whisper, eyes fluttering. He leans in. “You look kinda tired-” “I’M FINE.” “Okay, okay,” he laughs. “No one said otherwise.” Two minutes later, you’re trying to tug his shirt over his head. Keyword: trying. Your hand just sort of… rests there. Stuck. Your eyes are barely open. “Baby?” he says gently. “…I want you so bad right now,” you slur. “You’re literally falling asleep on my nipple.” You blink slowly, still clutching the hem of his shirt. “I just… need like… a micro nap.” “A what now ?” “Like a… sexy nap.” He stares. “There’s no such thing.” “There could be.” You slump forward. He catches you with one hand and glares at your limp body like it betrayed him personally. “Babe. Hello?” Silence. “…Are you snoring?” He shifts slightly. Your grip on his shirt doesn’t move. Still holding on. Mid-thirst. Mid-sleep “Wow.” He gently lays you down and pulls the blanket over your half-naked body. Mumbles to himself, annoyed but fond. “I lit the nice candles for this. I took a multivitamin in anticipation.” You snore softly in response. “…You’re lucky I love you.” He kisses your forehead and lies beside you, dramatically adjusting the blanket. Because even when you rob him of ass, you’re still his baby.
lee know
You slide onto his lap with a smirk, arms around his neck. He raises an eyebrow. “Took you long enough.” “I was hyping you up in my head,” you mumble, trailing kisses along his jaw. “Oh yeah?” His voice drops, hands already gripping your waist. “And what’d your brain come up with, huh?” You kiss behind his ear. “Lots of things.” He groans. “Tell me ?” “Lemme show you,” you whisper, reaching for the hem of his shirt. It’s going great. In theory. Because once your hand slips under his shirt, it just… stops moving. Dead still. “Uh… kitten?” “Mm?” “You’re holding my ribs like a sleepy raccoon.” “I’m not… tired…” you mumble, head now resting on his shoulder. He looks down at your hand, frozen on his torso. “…You are literally drooling.” He leans back, blinking. “You’re joking.” You blink up at him. “No… no I’m good. Let’s do this.” “Do what, exactly? A nap??” “I’m ready,” you slur, still gripping his shirt. “You look like you got seduced by gravity.” Two minutes later, you are fully asleep. Still straddling him. Still holding his shirt. He stares at the ceiling, dead inside “I shaved for this.” In the dark, he mutters to himself “This is why I have trust issues.” He adjusts your body gently, lying you down while maintaining the last ounce of dignity. “This betrayal will not be forgotten.” You murmur something in your sleep. “…Mince the garlic…” He blinks. “Are you dreaming about cooking?” You snore, adorable and useless. He turns off the light. “Next time I’m charging a cancellation fee.”
Changbin
He closes the bedroom door behind him, licking his lips like a man with a mission. You’re already sitting on the bed, lips glossy, eyes half-lidded, smirking like the problem you are. “You’ve been testing me all day,” he mutters, pulling his shirt off. “I don’t know what you mean,” you say, dragging a finger across his chest. “I was just admiring the pump.” “Baby,” he groans, crawling over you. “You literally whispered ‘bet those arms would hold me down real nice’ while I was doing bench press.” “You did three extra reps after that,” you smirk. “Yeah, and now I want my reward.” It starts strong. He’s over you, one hand on your thigh, the other on your waist, kissing you like you’re air. You’re gripping his sweatpants, breath hitching. Then... Silence. No heavy breathing. No teasing hands. Just… stillness. “…Babe?” You don’t respond. He leans back and looks down. Your hand is still on his waistband. Your face is in his neck. And you’re breathing slow. Peaceful. Blissed out. “…No. No no no.” He gently pokes your arm. “Baby?” Nothing. “You better be joking.” He taps your cheek. “You were just moaning in my ear three seconds ago.” A soft snore answers him. He stares at the ceiling like the universe personally hates him. “I lotioned. I hydrated.” You shift slightly, still asleep, hand twitching like you’re dreaming about undoing his pants. He gasps. “Are you still holding on in your sleep?” You nuzzle into his neck and whisper, “Mm… strong thighs…” He actually chokes. “YOU DON’T DESERVE ME.” He lays you down carefully, pulling the blanket over your body like a man in mourning. “I could’ve been in heaven right now.” You mumble something again. “...love you…” He glares at you. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”
hyunjin
Your lips are on his neck. His shirt is on the floor. Your hand? Boldly venturing south. Hyunjin lets out a shuddered breath. “Shit, baby, you’re driving me crazy” You smile against his skin. “I got you.” He moans, eyes fluttering shut, hips lifting to meet your touch. You palm him once...just once. And then? Nothing “…Babe?” Silence. He glances down. Your hand is still gently cupping him -lovingly!-but unmoving. Your eyes? Closed. Breathing? Suspiciously soft. “…You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He stares at you. “Hello? You can’t just park and sleep. That’s illegal.” No response. He gently nudges your shoulder. “You knocked out mid-stroke. MID-STROKE, Y/N.” You snore softly. Hyunjin dramatically slams his head back onto the pillow. Five minutes later, he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, tragically pantsless, cradling your favorite stuffed bunny like it holds answers. “You saw that, right? You saw what she did to me.” The bunny stares, judging him in silence. “Look at me,” he mutters to it. “Do I look like a man who deserves this?” The bunny, of course, says nothing. He nods solemnly “Exactly.” He throws the blanket over you with unnecessary flair. “Don’t even try waking me up tomorrow with morning cuddles. I’m sleeping in spitefully.”
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Changbin - Ate Era (insp)
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Stolen Hoodie
Summary: You've been best friends with Chan since he started at your school. You've had a crush on him since you were both at least 20. Now you've decided it's time to ruin the friendship.
Cw/tw: daddy kink, praise kink, a lot of pet names (baby, pretty baby, good girl, etc), a little breath play, oral (both receiving), face-fucking, face-riding, unprotected vaginal sex (mc mentions she’s on birth control), thigh riding, nipple play, brief bit of angst (insecurities specifically), after care fluff. Also, did you know that like, 1/3 of the population has no gag reflex? That’s a wildly high number compared to what I thought.
Wc: 5.8k
This fic is part of a series of unconnected best friends to lovers fics, the others of which can be found on my Master list
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Cheating Ex
Summary: You’ve been best friends with Minho since you were children – before he was a professional dancer, let alone before he’d debuted with Stray Kids. You’ve been in love with him for what feels like forever, but he’s with Jisung. Even before that, you’d resigned yourself to him not thinking of you that way. So when you go to his and Jisung’s apartment after your boyfriend cheats on you, again, you’re only expecting a shoulder or two to cry on but get significantly more than you ever let yourself hope for.
Cw/tw: multiple partners, pet names (baby, sweet girl, kitten, etc), unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), talk of anal, member x member action (kissing, but other things discussed), cum eating, dirty talk, non-public exhibitionism, very vocal sex – like, they just won’t stop talking, a little praise kink
Wc: 5.5k
This fic has an alternate that is just Minho x fem!reader. It can be found here.
This fic is part of a series of unconnected best friends to lovers fics, the others of which can be found on my master list.
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SEXUAL HEALING
- pairing: Changbin x Afab Reader
- tags: friends to lovers, 18+, mdni, protected sex, oral (f receiving), mild angst, spanking, rough sex, post break up, doggy
- word count: 4k
- summary: you had a crush on your coworker Changbin who was also your friend's boyfriend for the longest time, but you had quickly accepted that he was never going to be yours, that was until she broke his heart and ran off with another man, ghosting even you. Instead of letting Changbin wallow and lose himself, you take it upon yourself to make sure he forgets.
This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
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“Changbin, this is pathetic. It’s been 3 months. You need to stop this shit!” you scold irritably, arms crossed over your chest as you scowl at the mess of a man on the couch in front of you.
“Would you leave me alone?” he snapped, glaring right back at you.
“No,” you said harshly. “Just look at you. Its 2:00pm on a Wednesday afternoon and you’re moping and sitting on your couch wearing a t-shirt and boxers. You need to pull yourself together.”
He stared at you. “Would you get out of my apartment?”
“I said no.”
If you were going to be honest, he had a good reason to be mildly depressed and a little touchy. But you always thought guys bounced back quicker from breakups than girls, and the fact that Changbin was still moping around 3 months after his girlfriend left him was more than a little concerning to you.
Changbin rolled his eyes and groaned, slinking lower in his couch. “I don’t know why you keep coming around here, it’s not like it’s made much of a difference.”
“No difference? Please. A week ago, we were having this conversation when you were wearing nothing but boxers. I consider this a big improvement.” You crossed the room so you were standing over him.
“Now put on some pants and come down to the cafe. It’s time to start living your damn life again. Chan says you can come back to work any time, and we’ve been short staffed all week.”
Not to mention you missed working with him. He was the only person you’d ever worked with that could always make you laugh and feel better about your generally shitty life. Not that you’d ever let him know that.
“I don’t want to go back to the cafe,” Changbin grumbled. “What if she…” he trailed off, letting out a noise of pure frustration.
“Nobody’s seen Hanna since she ran off with that weirdo,” you muttered, a little sore.
Hanna had been your best friend after you met working at Chan’s café for the last several months before she disappeared, she was a companion to gossip with while you cleaned the back room or locked up the cafe. When she’d started dating Changbin; the guy who got a job with you a few months earlier whom you’d always had a bit of a crush on, you’d been forced to live vicariously through her, hanging on to every story she had to tell about him.
Admittedly, some of those stories had made you more than a little sexually frustrated.
“She could come back.”
“She isn’t coming back, Binnie!” you burst out furiously, sick of everything. Sick of wanting him every freaking minute you spend with him. Sick of hearing him pining for a girl who had never been all that worth his time. “She’s gone! We are never going to see her again and you’re going to have to damn well live with that, and come to terms with the fact that sometimes shitty things happen and there isn’t anything we can do about them!”
Your outburst had the desired effect. He was standing up, something like anger flashing in his eyes. Good. You’d take anything over that pathetic kicked puppy act he’d been pulling for the last few months.
“Don’t pretend like you know anything about what happened!” he spat, glaring down at you. “You have no idea what it’s been like—”
“You think I don’t know what it’s like to be kicked to the curb?!” you demanded furiously. Damn. You hadn’t intended to actually get mad, but you were now. You were shaking, so pissed off.
How dare he say you knew nothing about how hard it had been for him?! “You think I don’t know what it’s like to give my heart to someone and have them stomp all over it?! What it feels like to be… to be abandoned, and abused?!”
That shut him up. You knew it would. Hell, it had been him who’d practically beat your abusive ex-boyfriend to a bloody broken mess when you’d come in to work with a black eye and a limp. Changbin had been the one to take you home with him that night and made sure you were okay, listening to you tell him how your parents had kicked you out at sixteen and the only reason you hadn’t left the man who enjoyed beating you for fun when he was drunk was because otherwise, you’d have been out on the streets. He had told you about how he grew up too, how he’d been abandoned by his family. But he had shrugged it off as though it were nothing even when you could tell it was something, and the next day he had helped you find an apartment you could afford in his building.
How could you not have developed feelings for him after that?
And even worse, how could he now have the audacity to throw that in your face?
Changbin looked slightly mortified with himself. “I… I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Fuck what you meant!” you shouted, getting mad at yourself when you felt tears welling up in your eyes and start to spill over your cheeks. It had been a long time since you were so frustrated to the point you had started crying.
You knew you could have just minded your business about his break up and his decline after, but you just couldn’t. it hurt you to see the man you fell for lose himself over someone who didn’t deserve him, you couldn’t stand by and watch.
“You’ve been wallowing in all this self-pity, and I know it’s hard, okay?! I know it’s hard to forget when bad shit happens, and I know it’s hard to move on, but you just have to fucking do it!”
“I… shit. I didn’t think you were gonna start crying,” Changbin says lamely, reaching out a hand to try wiping your cheeks but you shrugged away from it.
“You know what, I don’t give a fuck anymore,” you muttered, wiping at your eyes and turning towards the door. “You can mope around your apartment forever. Ignore the fact that there are other girls out there who’d love to be with you. Don’t go back to work anymore while you still have the chance to go back, in fact you should stop paying your rent and get kicked out. I don’t care anymore.”
That was a big ass lie. You did care. You cared so much your heart hurt, but if you were going to leave Changbin alone like he wanted, you were going to make damn sure that you were angry when you left, it would make things easier that way.
You stormed to the door and yanked it open, but just as you were about to step through, his hand reached out from behind you and firmly shut it again. You spun around, preparing to scream at Changbin again, but all coherent thoughts left you as soon as he crushed his lips against yours, grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the door.
His mouth was hot and fervent, without hesitation you felt his tongue in your mouth, exploring every part of it. He nipped at your bottom lip, just a little too hard, catching it and pulling sweetly between his teeth before his mouth was on your neck as he sucked and bit at the sensitive flesh of your collarbone.
You let out a long, shuddery moan. “Binnie…”
He broke away, his hands finding their way under your shirt to squeeze your waist. “You think I haven’t known this whole time?” he growled lowly in your ear. “You’ve never been exactly subtle about the way you feel about me y/n.”
He pressed his hips into yours, and you could feel that he was half-hard already. He still had you pinned against the door rendering you powerless to stop him, as if you even wanted to.
You wanted more. More of his hot breath on your neck, more of his desperate hands exploring your body, more rough kisses to your skin.
“If you knew then why didn’t you say something?” you asked on a breathy exhale, arching your face up towards his.
“I just didn’t want to hurt you or myself, and I wasn’t certain until your little outburst”
“I- hey!” You yelped as he grabbed the back of your thighs just below your ass and lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips as he moved across the room towards his bedroom door.
Well, I guess there wasn’t really any other place for this to head, you thought briefly as he crossed over into his room and threw you down on the bed. You barely had time to recover before Changbin was on top of you again, his lips captured yours again in a hot kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as his hands found the hem of your shirt and slid under the fabric, up the soft skin of your belly until he reached your bra. He dragged it down just enough for your breasts to spring free and began to knead them, squeezing and rolling them around in his large palm, sucking at your neck again as his thumbs skimmed across your nipples.
You let out a high-pitched whine, and heard him chuckle. “You like that?” he breathed, intentionally flicking them both like the menace he was.
You jolted, and the response was met with a low hum of amusement before he was fisting the fabric of your shirt in his hands, pulling it up to expose your breasts but not all the way off. He directed all of his attention to your stiff, erect nipples, tweaking and pinching them until your back arched so far off the bed it was almost concerning. He grasped at the base of your spine, holding you there as his mouth closed down on one breast, and though you tried to hold it back a whimper still escaped.
You were not sure if it was a reward or punishment when he nipped at you, teeth dragging gently across your nipple before he sucked on it so intensely you squealed. Your other breast was still being worshipped by his free hand, tweaking and squeezing until your entire body was trembling and you were squirming under him. He shoved you back into the bed and switched breasts, taking the other in his mouth while directing the attention of his fingers to the one he just left.
“Changbin,” you gasped when he pulled away to yank up at your shirt, you raised your hands to make undressing you easier. When he tossed it aside and wrapped his arms around you, he expertly undid the clasps of your bra in one impressive snap before pulling it off your arms until it joined your shirt on the floor. You in turn reached for the bottom of his shirt, but his hands grabbed your wrists, effectively halting your intentions.
“Nope,” he whispered into your ear, and his hot, damp breath made you shudder. “Not yet. First I’m gonna give you exactly what you deserve.”
“Come on,” you whined, but he grinned and crushed his lips against yours again, hands moving down to your waist. He brought his head lower, kissing the dip between your breasts, running his tongue down your belly and stopping when he reached the top of your jeans.
“Hm. These gotta go,” he muttered, giving you a doggish grin as he worked at your zipper and pulled your jeans down. You lifted your hips to help him along, and he dragged them off completely, tossing them along with your other articles of clothing on the floor. He seemed desperate.
He brought his hand up between your legs, feeling your heat through your thongs and his grin grew wider. “A bit excited, are we?” he purred, pressing against you and kissing your neck.
You wished he’d let you take off his shirt. You wanted to feel his bare chest against yours, but he was quite adamant about undressing you while he remained clothed, and though you wondered what the punishment might be if you attempted again, you were a little distracted by the way he was tugging at your earlobe with his teeth, his hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh of your neck. His fingers were now tugging at the waistband of your thongs, struggling to slide them off.
He wasn’t waiting for your permission, you realized. Everything was coming off now whether you were ready or not, and you weren’t entirely sure you were. You had never been completely naked while your partner remained fully clothed. But Changbin was clearly in charge here, and he wasn’t going to compromise or reason. He was driving this, and he would do what he wanted.
So, you raised your hips again, making it easier on you both as he slid your thongs down and off completely. And just like that, you were totally naked before Seo Changbin. You certainly hadn’t expected this when you woke up this morning or when you barged into his apartment to bother him for the umpteenth time.
When Changbin sat up, you thought he was finally letting up and he would let you take his clothes off him, but as you tried shifting up to a seating position as well, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back into the mattress.
“Stay put,” he growled, gripping one of your ankles and laying a kiss to the inside of it.
You let out a tiny moan as his hands traveled up, kneading the soft flesh of your calves and thighs, before forcing your legs open to spread wide for him, you were about to say something before suddenly feeling his fingers grazing your wetness, you threw your head back mewling like a feline, and as one slipped inside your satiny walls, all coherent thoughts fled your mind because fuck that felt amazing.
You heard the sound of his low chuckling before he buried his finger to the knuckle and curled it.
“Oh my God…” You whimpered.
Keeping his finger playing around in your cunt, he lowered himself over you and kissed your cheek, trailing his pointed nose alone your jaw. “You’re so tight,” he breathed huskily, slowly adding a second finger making you moan even louder. Changbin ran his tongue from your jawline to the sensitive spot just behind your earlobe and whispered. “Makes it so hard to control myself.”
“God, Binnie,” you gasped as he leisurely thrust his fingers in and out of you.
“Tell me what you want?” he asked lowly, smirking. Your legs were shaking, your knees sweating, you were right on the edge, and you knew what he wanted from you. He wanted you to beg. Even as much as you hated begging, his sweet torture was becoming too much to handle.
“I need to come,” you squeaked as his fingers thrust in again, deeper this time. Faster. “Please… oh, god…”
He complied, curling his fingers up ever so slightly and rubbing that spot inside of you that made the stars explode behind your eyes and your hips thrust forward into Changbin’s like he’d shot electricity through your body. It felt like you were falling, falling and falling off a cliff into a sea of pleasure, your breaths becoming short and shallow as you finally came undone.
As you clung onto your high for a few moments before reality began to take root again, Changbin pulled his fingers out and grabbed your breasts again, squeezing them more gently this time. “Good girl,” he purred, pinching your nipples.
“Fuck,” you breathed, your chest heaving. That was the most powerful orgasm you could ever remember having.
“You better not be checking out after one little orgasm,” Changbin smirked, as he leaned in to kiss you again. When he pulled away the gleam in his eyes was hungry. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
You groaned, but only half-heartedly. “Can I take your shirt off now?” you pleaded, reaching for it again. His hands grabbed your wrists again, but this time they weren’t gripping so tight.
He looked teasingly contemplative. “Well… you did cum like a good girl, so I suppose you’ve earned yourself a treat,” he decided, releasing your wrists, and you eagerly tugged his shirt up over his head and off him, tossing it aside and placing your palms on his chest, fingers curling around his pecs.
You wanted to keep exploring, but he shifted away before pushing you back to the bed again.
“That’s enough,” he breathed, hands going to your calves. You didn’t even have time to wonder what his intentions were before he lifted your legs so the backs of your knees are on his shoulders, and you could feel his hot breath over your core, agonizingly wonderful and you just want more—
When his lips met your wet cunt, your back arched so far off the mattress it shocked even you. He made a low sound of amusement and grabbed your hips, lowering them back as far as they could go with your legs on his shoulders, holding you in place as his tongue begins to explore.
Your fingers curled into the sheets, grasping at anything to anchor yourself because it felt so good that you had to be on the verge of floating away. You tried to buck your hips but he was too strong, and instead your legs began to tremble so violently.
You couldn’t form coherent words, and as Changbin’s tongue slipped inside, probing and digging into you, you let out a howl of pleasure. You couldn’t believe one of his neighbors hadn’t come pounding on the door with a noise complaint yet, but you couldn’t help yourself. It just felt far too damn good, and there was no way you could stay silent. You wondered how much louder you were going to get when he actually fucked you.
Your second orgasm was more powerful than the first, you’d never heard yourself make the kind of noise that ripped from your throat as you sky-rocketed to the highest point of pleasure you could have imagined – surely it couldn’t get better than this. The noise was guttural and breathy at the same time, somewhere between a moan and a scream, and as soon as it escaped, Changbin’s mouth was on yours again, effectively silencing you as you rode the waves of pleasure from your climax.
Changbin released your legs and sat back, watching as you recovered, looking a bit winded himself.
“Fuck,” he muttered, grimacing. Your eyes traveled down to his boxers, and you could tell he was fully hard with half a glance.
“Want some help with that?” you whispered, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, but he stopped you.
“Turn over,” he commanded firmly, and you hesitated.
“Why?” you breathed out shakily, a little frightened all of a sudden. Turning over meant you wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing anymore.
You let out a yelp as he grabbed your hips and flipped you over himself, pressing his chest to your back.
“Don’t make me ask twice,” he growled in your ear, and you shuddered as his weight disappeared from your back. “Ass up,” he ordered.
Now you were scared. He wasn’t going to fuck you there, was he? You’d never taken anything up there before. You were not sure you could.
Apparently, the time you took to think was too long for Changbin, and you feel a light smack on your left ass cheek. You jolted. Did he just spank you?! Fuck, you’d never had that done to you before. And even more alarming was that it really turned you on.
He swatted at you again, a little harder this time. Just with enough force to make this one sting. “Up,” he repeated firmly. “On your hands and knees.”
If you hesitated again, it might have earned you another smack, and while you definitely wanted to explore that new fetish later, you were just too desperate to have him filling you up, stretching you to your limit that you finally obeyed, lifting yourself up so you’re poised on your hands and knees, waiting. You heard the soft rustle of fabric and knew he was pulling off his boxers, and then came the crinkle of foil and the sound of latex and you knew he was putting the condom on, the anticipation was driving you crazy.
Finally, you felt his hands, firmly grasping your hips, holding you steady as he lined himself up. You felt his tip at your entrance and you bit down on your lip because God, you had waited so long for this, and then in a single hard thrust, he slid in making you scream and bunch the sheets in your fingers, lowering your head to bite one of your knuckles. He remained still for a few seconds and you could hear his heavy, shuddery breaths as he basked in the sensation of just being inside of you.
And then he started to move. It was slow at first, easing in and out of you, but his pace quickened rapidly, especially when you started moaning his name. One of his hands moved from your hips to trace the ridge of your spine all the way up to your neck and then back down. You bucked your hips backwards into his, meeting every thrust, trying to help him go deeper to stimulate that sweet spot in you that you wanted him to reach so much. Occasionally he barely brushed against it and you let out a loud desperate moan.
“God you’re so big Binnie… so full…” you cried, not really caring if his neighbor heard you.
He growled in his throat and pressed down in the center of your back, forcing your chest to the mattress. You bucked your hips up again, raising your ass higher in the air. He kept fucking you relentlessly hitting that oversensitive, aching spot repeatedly and everything was suddenly trembling limbs; you trying to reach behind you to push against his punishing waist and him pushing you away and fucking you even deeper as intense waves of pleasure, not once did he even slow down.
“I’m so fucking close, shit!!” he growled.
He kept fucking you and it felt like you’re climaxing again and again and again with every thrust, you were pretty sure you were screaming his name but you couldn’t be absolutely certain with all the blood roaring in your ears, you could feel rather than hear his guttural moan by the deep vibration in his chest as he came and collapsed against you as he pulled out before rolling over onto his back, his chest heaving and his breathing shallow.
“Jesus – fucking – Christ,” he groaned.
You flopped to your stomach, in a bit of a daze after that intense session of fucking. “You can say that again.”
“Why did I ever waste my time with Hanna?” he muttered, and the question seemed so ridiculous to you that you giggled. He turned his head to look at you. “What?”
“Glad to know a good fuck was the only thing you needed to get over her,” you grinned at him, rolling over onto your side so you can see him better.
“Huh. Guess you were right. Just needed to move on,” Changbin flashed you the cheekiest smirk you’d ever seen and you nudged him with your hip.
“I’ll blow you next time. Make you really forget everything,” you told him, and he groaned, rolling over and burying his face in his sheets.
“Fuck me.” He groaned into the bed, realizing how truly fucked he was.
“Oh, I intend to,” you teased, and he laughed and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him and kissing you.
“Thanks,” he mumbled against your mouth, and you grinned and kiss him back, wondering how something finally went right. Maybe you were finally getting what you deserved after a lifetime of crap.
There definitely would be more of these healing sessions. Of that you had no doubt.
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Authors note: Hi guys! so, this Changbin fic had been sitting in my drafts for a few months now, I just touched it up and uploaded. I hope you like it!!
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Pairing: Minho/Hayoon
Series: BAP 7th Member AU
Rating: Angst
Synopsis: Sometimes you have to let things go.
Hayoon knows it’s serious when Minho sits her down, his hand holding hers tightly. She knows there’s something important if he’s being so serious like this.
His short cut hair is symbol, he’ll be leaving for the military in less then a week, they’ll be seperated for almost two years. Hayoon knows she can handle it without him, she’ll wait all she needs for Minho.
“Hey baby,” He whispers.
“Hey, are you okay?” She gently grabbed his hand with both hands, his voice was a little bit raw.
Minho shook his head, “No, this is so hard, I love you soo much, Moon Hayoon,”
She frowned, he was using her full name.
“I love you too, Minho,”
“Then please don’t be angry but if you are, I understand,” There’s tears in his eyes and it makes Hayoon frown more.
“Minho, I couldn’t ever be angry at you,” She looked down at their hands before giving him a reassuring smile, “I love you and I support everything you do, your my Minho and I’m your Yoonie,”
It hurts all the more that Hayoon isn’t expecting what he’s about to say. The way she smiles at him like nothing’s wrong, he’s always love that about her, Hayoon could see the positivity in anything. She’s loving and selfless, endurable and tender hearted.
Minho could never ask for anyone better.
“We need to break up..,”
Hayoon’s smile falls instantly and it breaks Minho’s heart. Her hands move away from his own, a tear falls down her cheek. It’s like he can suddenly pick up on every little thing she’s doing.
“I’m going to the military,” Minho explains through tears, “I don’t want to tie you down and see you wait for me, I want you to get back into music, reunite with your members, I want you to bloom Hayoon,”
“Minho I can do those and wait for you..,” She whispered.
He looked down, “I want you to be free, okay?”
Hayoon nods slowly as Minho looks at her, she has to take her glasses off from crying so much. His hand goes to wipe her tears but she moves back from him, looking up at him with tears filled eyes. She looks scared and hurt at the same time, Minho hates the look Hayoon is giving him.
“Baby, please..,” He whispered, “I love you so much-”
“I love you too Minho,” Hayoon stood up from the table, “I..”
She stutters before speaking again.
“I accept this break up,” Hayoon sounds like a robot, “I’ll be leaving now,”
Minho stands up as she turns and wraps his arms around her shoulders. He cried into her hair and just holds her.
“I love you,” Minho sobbed, “More then anyone can understand, your my soulmate I swear,”
Hayoon can’t help but break down, the tears flowing more freely and she wipes her face.
“I need to go Minho,” She sobbed, “I love you too just, I need to be away from you,”
That was just a twist with the knife that’s lodged itself into her heart. Minho slowly lets her go, watching as she walks out the door of their shared, now his, apartment.
Was this all a mistake?