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Changbin Birthday Special -NSFW

Blindfold OT8 Drabble sneak peek (´⊙ω⊙`) (there's an A/N at the end with more info...)

It’s Bins Birthday Weekend and I wanted to share a sneaky peek at what is to come of my first OT8 Drabble.

Side Note: guys omg this is the first time I’ve ever had something done for like a birthday release. Look Bin is such a good boy and I feel like shit for missing his live but it was 1am for me and I had work at 5am and I almost slept in too late ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

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Bin I am at a loss for words. So to show my appreciation I will let you in on a kinky secret. I’m into blindfolds and I have some thoughts about a little AU version of you. Solo producer type.

Happy birthday Binnie I wrote up some Birthday sex kinda

*wink* idk I hope he never finds this…I’m gonna go cry.

Omg I’m so late \(//∇//)\ forgive me Binnie please. Also happy belated birthday cause I’m an inconsiderate pervert smut writer. As I said this contains blindfolded kink and like sexy times. Idk chill I can’t think of all things (＞人＜;) Enjoy?

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Changbin: He doesn’t like surprises, every time he walks into a surprise something bad happens, it’s a curse he’s come to accept. He’s made it so clear since you started texting each other. It’s in the messages that you send with “hey I got a question when you’re free” he starts with the rapid responses as soon as he sees it. It always makes your heart race when he does that. “What is it?”, “hey come on, you know I hate surprises”, “don’t scare me like that”. He’s cute when he panics and maybe sometimes you do it on purpose. It’s after a week of texting him that your friend convinces you to tease Changbin with a sexy picture. Since you’re “so committed to making surprises fun again” it dwells in your mind when he cancels on the second date you’ve both tried to arrange. He’s going on two weeks of not meeting face to face. He’s a lyricist among other titles that make him the person who other artists turn to. He gets caught up into sessions and there are some that are just too big to avoid. You get it. You can’t help that he’s made you feel ignored either. Maybe his way of telling you he doesn’t like surprises could be his way of telling you he doesn’t want to meet you. There’s this buzzing in your hips and you press your thighs together, it’s just the way he writes to you, maybe you’re mistaking the small tension between you. It’s text messages after all, maybe you’re misinterpreting something, you look up at the mirror doors of your closet. The bed being in front of the mirror wasn’t for this particular reason. You stare at yourself in a cotton tank top and soft pink cotton panties.

What if he thinks I look good?

You shake your head to yourself and reach for your phone in bed.

Bin: Hey, I'm sorry about tonight, just got home and I was thinking about you.

You press your thighs together and consider it a moment longer. This is definitely a bad idea but you’re to desperate for his attention and he’s awake still. After you went and took everything off and showered. It was this kind of message that made you think he wanted you the way you wanted him. You bite at your lip while you stare at yourself, trying to angle the camera to avoid showing your face, you lifted up the bottom of your shirt to show the waistband of your panties. It made you blush when you stared at it before typing out a reply.

You can make it up to me another night, but you texted too late, you missed out on the pretty dress I got for the date.

Your fingers drop your phone on the bed when it starts ringing. He hasn’t called you not once since you started talking to each other. You pick it up.

“Hello?” There’s this small gasp that leaves him before he clears his throat.

“Hey, I’m, I wanted to say it again, I mean it. Chan is a really good friend of mine. I couldn’t leave him hanging like that.” You hum in response and blush as you wait for him to say something.

“Bin?” You only really text it to him so he couldn’t stop himself from his cute hum in response. You giggle at his reaction while tugging at your covers with one hand.

“Did you mean to?” He’s quiet when he asks and you hum out to him.

“Did I mean what?” You ask and he’s struggling to breathe and it makes you smile.

“The picture you sent?” He sounds confused and the heat on your face makes it difficult to respond as you crawl up your bed.

“Why would I send it if I didn’t mean it?” He lets out this heavy sigh. “You still won’t let me see your pretty face” you let a sigh out as you think of a response.

“You say you don’t like surprises, so I didn’t want to get your hopes up for a pretty face” he scoffs on his end.

“I think you’re the only person who hasn’t stopped surprising me since we met… I like your surprises” it makes the heat in your stomach twist in delight.

“Bin, tell me im not crazy for wanting you” he sighs in this way that makes you feel the loneliness in it.

“I want you too, hearing your voice right now, I have to stop myself from saying something stupid” he says it in that way and you let out this breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Please Bin, tell me” you don’t mean for it to come out sounding like a moan. Your thighs press together as you press your back into your bed. “Tell you what?” He chokes in a breath before he laughs and it makes you feel shy for suggesting something. His laugh is cute, he giggles and it makes your chest tighten, how can someone with such a smooth voice giggle like that?

“Tell me if I’m stupid for wanting to touch myself with you listening” you say it quietly and for a moment you did think he heard you. He’s quiet on the other end and it makes your heart skip a beat. The nagging sound of ‘he doesn’t like surprises’ is itching the back of your subconscious as embarrassment threatens to settle in.

“You’re serious?” He sounds like he’s genuinely asking and it makes you squirm into yourself again. The ‘yeah’ leaves you in this pretty sigh that makes Changbin bite down on his bottom lip. “you know, this almost feels too good to be true, tell me I’m not dreaming” you can’t help the way your fingers slip into your panties at the way he mumbles that last part almost to himself. The small gasp you let out has Changbin holding his breath as his throat dries and he tries to swallow. He’s inside his apartment pressed up against the wall of his hallway and he has a thought to thank whatever god gave him this chance.

“Bin, just tell me if it’s stupid so I can hang up and just take care of myself” it comes out in this embarrassed grumble that makes you consider just hanging up. He’s rushes with a string of ‘no, no, no, no’s and it makes you giggle again.

“I’m just, I haven’t done this with anyone before, you kind of have me in unknown territory” he sounds embarrassed, and for the first time nervous, you’re humming to yourself in thought.

“Well, you could start with telling me what you’d do to me” it’s more of a taunt, he clears his throat in response, and you can’t help the small moan that leaves you as your fingers dip into the warmth between your thighs. He sighs and the way it sounds, so hopelessly sweet, it’s what has you whimpering as your fingers slip through your folds. Meanwhile he’s crumbling against his wall.

“This is going to sound crude, but I’m just dying to fuck you, I want to listen to the noises you’d make while I touch you” he groans out this soft sigh out after a small whine you let slip past your lips.

“I just want to listen to you cum, I’m dying to know what you look like” he’s groaning in this way that makes you wonder what he’s doing.

“What are you doing?” The words leave you in this dreamy sigh as your fingers tease at your wanting home for him.

“Trying to salvage my dignity while I helplessly listen to a beautiful girl touch herself…to the thought of me I’m hoping” he’s already surrendered, slid down his wall and slumped over, there’s this breathy giggle you let out. It has Changbin palming at his bulge, he finds that laugh so fucken sexy, he makes a mental note that he needs to make you laugh when you have sex for the first time.

“Who else would I think about? You have someone in mind?” It leaves you in this tempting tone that has him squeezing harder at himself. He’s panting and for a man who spends his career writing music he’s left speechless with you. It makes him desperate for more, he wants to make you as speechless, he needs to see you. His fingers press into himself to quell the ache for a moment before he speaks up. He’s got his back pressed to the wall as he listens to the small mumbles and gasps you let slip. If there was one thing he loves it’s the way his pretty girl sounds when she feels pleasure. He wants you to be his and he hasn’t even seen your face, he doesn’t care what he doesn’t know, he just knows he needs to do everything to keep you in his life. The way you moan his name and beg for him, he wants to be there when you say ‘please’ for him, he’s left to whisper your name and mention how pretty you sound.

“I don’t want to sound too forward, but you’re making it difficult to not want to undress you the moment I see you” he can’t help but to be in awe of you, he can feel himself leaking in his pants, he needs to hear you finish before he can touch himself. He wants to hear that pretty moan of his name, he’s praying he hears you say it when you cum.

“Changbin” it leaves your lips in this shudder that has his hands twitching over himself. The whimper you let out makes him bite back a moan, he’s been thinking about it since that first flirty text you sent, he’s determined to make you come by just listening to you as he touches you.

“Y/n, you’re making it impossible for me to look you in the eyes” the he hears it the breathless giggle, that same fucken breathless giggle you let out before, it makes him choke back another moan.

Yeah

He thinks to himself.

I’m gonna make her cum on my dick while saying my name.

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There’s this thing about surprises that you hate, but you’ll never admit it, it’s the waiting that kills you. You’re worried he might have to cancel, you got to the restaurant early, he made the reservation so he couldn’t forget could he? You’re squirming in your seat and messing with your dress. He’d call me. You tell yourself and there’s only a small ache inside you when you think about being stood up. It’s been a little over ten minutes and that ache is threatening to let a few tears slip as you toy with your wine glass. Your chin is pressing into your palm as you let out a wistful sigh. You feel a little betrayed after the way he sounded on the phone that night, it wasn’t too long ago. He promised this date that same night!

You get this sour taste in your mouth before you press your heels into the floor to stand up. It feels sleezey to think he might have just wanted a little attention from a girl. It’s not till you hear a man calling your name, you were attempting to call a waiter over to ask about the bill, when you turn to see him your heart thumps in your chest. He has this soft look to him, black framed glasses with a white button up and this pretty brown cardigan, he has on some dark wash jeans and it makes you smile.

Damn it

You know he looks good and you sort of feel over dressed, his hair looks so soft and there’s a few curls covering his forehead, he’s holding his hands up in surrender. You’re struggling to find a way to walk out of the restaurant, he had you waiting over ten minutes, there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to embarrass yourself even more by wishing he begs you to stay.

“I know, I’m so late, but I promise it’s cause I spent thirty minutes trying to decide on what flower to buy you” he’s pink in the face and your heart feels like it’s in your throat as you watch him reach into his cardigan. He pulls out a single pink carnation, it almost has you weak in the knees, and you know he’s won you over for the date.

“The florist told me that a carnation is flower language for admiration” he’s walking closer and before you can really fight back he’s standing right in front of you. A soft sigh leaves you at the ache in your heart as your fingers brush against his to accept his flower.

“Thirty minutes?” It comes out in a broken whisper that makes you feel vulnerable. His eyes are steady, when you peer up at him through your lashes, his gaze never leaves yours.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, I just, you look beautiful and I feel like a real loser right now” it’s like his words trigger a reflex response from you. You’re still bitter and you still want to cry when you furrow your eyebrows together.

“You are, leaving a girl here waiting, only a loser would make a girl think that she got stood up” the words sting when they leave your lips, there’s this soft whimper in your throat that you can’t help, his gaze falters before his eyes shut and his head hangs in defeat.

“I won’t make you stay if you don’t want to” he has that helpless sting to his voice that makes you press your hand to his chest. You don’t know why but it’s comforting to know he aches the way you do, or that’s what you’re feeling, there’s a part of you that’s so happy he’s here. The way his heart beats under your touch, he watches you, his fists are clenches up and you twirl the carnation stem in your fingers.

“Just, please don’t do this to me again, text me if you’re running late. I can wait, so long as I know you didn’t forget me” you can’t help the pout or sadness in your tone, he could melt right now, he can’t believe you still want to have the date. His smile makes your heart warm in your chest as he puts his hand on the back of your chair. You give him what you think is a glare but he can tell it’s just a way for you to hide something. He doesn’t know exactly what you don’t want him to see, but he knows he’s got to work at getting your trust back, next time he’s going to research flower language before he spends two hours in a flower shop listening to a sweet old lady tell him about the history. He knows you’re hurt but he thinks he should tell you about it another time, he wants to tell you about her, he will tell you about her one day.

He does it, you don’t even remember at what point you started laughing, he’s got you in the palm of his hand again. After you both ordered your dinner it was seamless the way he watched you and the way he spoke. You wanted to be mad, tried to convince yourself, to stay mad. He just made it so hard when he was so sweet. He’d found his way back into that comfy spot where you just want to swallow him whole. He’s shy again and it has you teasing him till he blushes and clears his throat when his voice cracks. You didn’t mean for it to sound so suggestive when you made the comment that he has a sexy voice. You liked his voice and you wanted to make it known to him.

“I think you have me beat, that phone call… you’re the one with a sexy voice” his cheeks are red, and he’s biting on his bottom lip repeatedly, the way he looks so flustered after his words has you biting on your bottom lip. His eyes are glossy and half lidded as he stares at you from under his curls. He lets this heavy sigh out and you’re pressing your thighs together, the silk dress has goosebumps rising on your skin, you reach for the soft cardigan you brought. You can feel his eyes burning on your skin, you feel just a little too exposed, when you picked the dress it was more for looking like a prize. There’s a part of you that worries it looks like you do this all the time, it’s not a bad thing, it’s just not who you are or what you like to do. He just made you feel like you could be comfortable with him.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” It’s the worry in his voice that has you blushing and looking up at him, he’s closer now and his eyes look so pretty, your cardigan is hung low at your elbows.

“N-no” it’s a quiet stutter that leaves you, you let the cardigan hang off your shoulders, the dress was backless and usually you’re not this dressed up at all. It’s just you’ve had the dress for so long and he picked this really nice restaurant that you had never even known about. You wanted to look nice and online the restaurant looks high end but effortless like he looks now. This time you’re the one that feels like you’re in unknown territory.

“I think your dress looks beautiful on you, if you’re comfortable with it, I’d like to see it still” it makes the heat between your thighs feel sticky, he’s looking at you in this way that has your head spinning, does he know what he’s going to me?

“If you’re cold I understand that too” his words sound like an afterthought as he stares back down at his plate, there’s this laugh you try to stifle, he’s finished his meal and he’s staring at and empty plate. He lets out this little sigh of defeat and he covers his face with his hands. He’s quiet when he says it, a secret just for you to hear.

“I’m thinking inappropriate things” your hand feels clammy when you reach out to touch the knuckles on one of his fingers. He’s still so pink in the cheeks, when he lets his hands fall from his face, it has you wondering if he’d still blush knowing you have the same thoughts. You’re both sitting in silence before you find the courage to speak up.

“I think I’d like to go home now, you’re still driving me right?” There’s a promise in your words and he’s not sure what kind of promise it is, he knows he wants to find out though, you stand up and it feels like your throat gets dry. He’s watching you carefully as you reach for your purse on your chair and you can’t help yourself. You linger with your back to him, letting him stare at your bare skin, you’re hoping that he’s staring. When you turn around you find him doing those same little repetitive lip bites like he’s struggling with himself. You look at him expectantly and he gasps and grumbles to himself before he stands up.

“Yes, of course, I’m driving you home” he says it like he’s reminding himself of the conversation you had. He hears that laugh again and it makes his heart skip a beat when you cling to his arm as he walks with you. the way he pulls you in makes you stumble into him and that's when you remember the bill.

“Have a good night Changbin” the server calls it out to him and before you can say anything he has his eyes on you and your arm locked around his.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you pay did you?” It makes you blush and you can’t decide if you’re angry or not.

“Do you bring all your dates here?” He chuckles at your meek attempt to tease him.

“No…just you” that makes you weak in the knees and he giggles, he fucking giggles that cute giggle you heard over the phone, before his hand finds your waist to guide you out the restaurant doors. The drive is warm and a good quiet, he’s focused and it takes everything in you to not squeeze at his thigh, you’re comfortable in the silence with him.

“Do you want to come inside?” You’ve been sitting in the car, parked, for a few minutes and you can hear your blood rushing through your ears when you ask. He’s gripping at the steering wheel and it makes your heart falter.

“I don’t want to be the loser who expects a goodnight kiss after what I did to you tonight” there’s this twist in your stomach, it’s like he’s decided without you, you’re too distracted to notice his movements. His hand finds yours and his fingers coil around yours, he watches you gasp quietly, his lips feel wet when they kiss the back of your hand. You bite down on your lip again at the way his kiss leaves your heart aching for more.

“What if I want a goodnight kiss?” His breath hitches and he’s clearing his throat before he turns the car off and gets out. You sort of hesitate at the surprise and it’s when you see him walk around the front to open your door that you blush.

“How can I deny you what you want?” There’s a chill that runs through you when you take his hand and he doesn’t let it go. He laces his fingers with yours as he walks you to your building, your apartment is on the third floor, he’s squeezing at your hand while you wait for your elevator. It’s quiet in the lobby and you blush when you see your building doorman smirking at you. It’s not often you bring a man back home, in fact he was just teasing you about it, you haven’t been on a date in a year or so. Changbin has just made everything feel so easy since you both started talking.

“After you beautiful” his words startle you and your shoulders flinch, his thumb is brushing back and forth on your hand, he follows you into the elevator and the air feels dry. You pushed the button for your floor and his hand squeezed at yours again. Your head unconsciously tilts to lean on him and you can feel him tense. There’s a pressure building in your chest and you’re hoping and praying he takes the hint. He follows you down your hallway and there’s this warmth that buzzes in your arms and shoulders. Your keys jingle in your hold and you tug him closer, what makes you gasp is the way he leans in, his hand leaves yours and you feel him caress your hip. You stumble and your back presses against your door, the warmth between your thighs has you clenching and feeling empty, you’re breathing has gotten heavy and he hasn’t even kissed you yet. His grip pinches into your skin and you whimper, he’s closer now and his tongue slips out to wet his lips, his breath is warm on your lips. Your free hand presses onto his chest as you grip at the handle of your door with the other to try and ground yourself.

“We don’t have to…” it leaves him in this soft voice and without realizing your whimpering out a ‘please’, it does something to him. The noise you make and his other hand is on your hip as your breath shudders. His hold is firm and his lips brush against yours, you swallow hard, your throat feels dry again. He’s slow and you know he’s moving with purpose, it’s when his lips brush yours again, he’s teasing you and before you can stop yourself you lean in to close the distance. There’s a small moan that leaves you when your lips touch, he’s panting against you, one of his hands slip low to squeeze at your backside. He swallows another small moan from your lips as his other hand presses flat to your abdomen and slips up to rest just below your chest. He pulls away and his hands are still on you while you try to bring yourself back. You can’t tell if it’s been that long or if it’s him, you know it’s him, he’s so quiet all you can hear is the way you’re breathing unevenly.

“Bin” it leaves you in this desperate whisper as you struggle to look at him. You can see him staring at his hand as he lets it slide up to cup your breast over the silk of your dress. You gasp out as he massages the soft flesh, you’re desperately arching into his touch, your eyes are searching the hall for anyone that might see. It’s when his lips press a wet kiss to your neck that your hands grip at the fabric of his shirt, his hand is still pressing on your breast, his tongue slips out for a taste of your skin. You moan out for him and his hands leave your skin feeling cold when he takes them off you to press them against the door. You tug him closer to you by the waistband of his jeans and the groan he lets out has your mouth watering. His forearms press to the door on either side of your head as his thigh presses between your legs.

“Please-want you to-” you’re struggling to speak as he presses his thigh to where your all warm and wet. You’re pressing your back into the door as your head falls back.

“Are you sure?” His voice pulls a loud groan from your chest as you fist at his shirt. He giggles again, he fucking giggles, and it has you pressing yourself into him as you press your hands flat to his chest and lean into him. You’re panting when you say ‘yes’ with some bite to your tone.

“Then I should let you open your door” he hums after and the warmth he takes with him has you shivering as you try to make sense of your keys. When the door opens he’s behind you and lifting your dress as his fingers dig into your hip.

"Changbin" his name leaves your lips in a whimper as he's guiding you through your door. You turn in his hold and you press him against the door to shut it behind him. He's smirking at the sight of you, so flustered and needy, he likes that you're comfortable enough to take what you want from him. He watches you pant and the way your strap falls off your shoulder, he wants to take your dress off, he's biting his bottom lip to keep himself from doing something you won't like. He doesn't want to take the lead, he wants to go at your pace, he's fighting himself to keep from pinning you on your back and taking what he knows you want him to. His fingers ghost over your shoulder and you feel awkward as you stare at him and he stares at you. There's that same ache in you that has you pressing into him and leaning in to kiss him. You can feel him bunching up the skirt of your dress as you moan and whimper into his kiss. There's this helpless sigh that leaves you when you pull away from him and he's patient with you as you struggle to ask the question in your mind.

"Do you not want me?" It leaves your lips in this broken moan, it makes him ache to think you're misunderstanding him, his fingers caress your spine and it has your head falling back as you shudder.

"I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do" he's desperate and feeling your spine only has his hand spread low on your hip. His fingers slipping under the silk of your dress. His fingers are digging into your flesh, he's got his thigh between your legs, he can feel how much you want him inside.

"I want it Binnie, want you to touch me" You're quick to respond and he laughs at the name you called him. You're blushing in embarrassment and a little more shy that he laughs out a little longer. Your eyes are fixed on his chest as you nuzzle your face into his neck.

"I didn't expect you to call me that" he says it low and he's still caressing you. "It was cute in your texts" he mentions as he stares at you and sees the shiver he's coaxed out of you. He likes watching you lean into his touch and he wants you to ask for more. His heart races in his chest as he nudges your neck with his nose, he gives into the need to kiss and lick at your skin, you're gasping and it's like he can taste it. He can feel himself losing his grip on reality, he needs to be present, he knows he needs to listen. It's too fucking hard for him to think when he can feel how soft and plush your ass is. You're gasping into his neck and rutting into his thigh, he feels your warm breath on his skin, you can feel the way the denim of his jeans gets slick with you. Changbin is currently struggling with the idea of bending you over the couch. He needs to stop and, fucking listen to her, he know he needs to bend to her will. He was late, how the fuck am I this lucky? he can't believe you still want him to keep his promise.

"Say it again" he whispers it and he's desperate to hear you tell him you want him to fuck you. He needs it, needs to hear how bad you want him, he's praying you know how much he wants to enjoy taking care of you.

“I want you inside me” you whisper it, your hips rolling into his as you grip his shirt to pull yourself closer, your lips brush over the shell of his ear. He lets out this weak groan and you feel it tremble through your chest pressed to his. “I want it inside, wan’ you to fuck me like a bunny, Bin” the words just slip out of your mouth like music to his ears. Then he hears it as he leans into you his lips travel lower on your chest, that sexy fucking laugh he wants to hear you make, his mouth just at the edge of where your dress covers the swell of your breasts. Your fingers brush against the shell of his ear as you smile in your dazed state at how blushed pink his skin is.

“Where’s your bedroom..or do you want it here? Tell me where” he’s whispering his words against your chest. You’re a little dizzy and you have to steady your breathing, you sigh while you feel over his shoulders, and let your fingers trace over the taught muscles under his cardigan. It takes you a moment and he’s smiling at you as you linger on his arms. You’re tugging his cardigan off and leaving it on your couch before you grab his wrist and lead him to your bedroom. He’s giggling again and it has you turning and kissing him some more as you continue to walk backwards to your door. He likes how you look when you want something…when you want him.

There’s this unsettling feeling in your stomach after you straddle him on the end of your bed. This self conscious feeling that just has you second guessing yourself, not about him, you keep worrying he won’t like the way you look naked.

“Bin, can I ask for something?” You pull away to ask your question and he’s panting and his fingertips are digging into your thighs. His forehead falls to your shoulder as he mutters out his words.

“Anything, please just don’t leave me in suspense, ask it” he’s pressing into you and pulling you impossibly closer.

“Will you wear a blindfold for me?” You know he’s not going to like you dancing around the question so you ask it bluntly. You’re blushing and trying to avoid his gaze when his head perks up and he lets out this confused pout.

“Why?” He sounds so genuine when he asks it and it makes your heart that much louder in your ears.

“I want to feel you but I’m still scared of you seeing me” you’re shy when you explain and he’s watching you carefully. His head tilts to the side and yeah it has you wanting him more but you’re still scared.

“Okay” he whispers it against your lips before kissing you again. It leaves you breathless and whimpering into the kiss as he pulls you in to press his middle to yours.

“You don’t have to explain it, I’ll do whatever you need me to do” he sounds sincere when he pulls away from your kiss. It makes you want him even more. You scoot down off the bed and you’re convinced you must be permanently red in the face by now at how hot it feels. You find a black sash from one of your dresses and you play with it in your hands as you walk back to him. He’s lying on your bed now with his elbows holding him up, his eyes never leave your frame, he’s watching you make your way back and bites his lip again as you climb up to straddle him. His lips look pretty and bruised a kiss pink, that does something to you, and he smiles at you when you place the blindfold on him. After you tie it he sits up again, hands curl around your shoulders, and a soft moan leaves you as he plays with the straps of your dress.

“Can I take this off now?” You nod in response before choking out a ‘yes’ and you can’t control the whimper that leaves you when his fingers tug your dress down. His mouth is warm and he has you panting as he kisses and licks at your chest, a whine leaves your throat, his hand cups your breast and his tongue licks flat against your nipple. The blindfold brushes against your skin as he continues his assault, his mouth never lets up, as he kisses, bites and licks at your breasts taking his time with you. His kisses and touches have your hips circling into him as you press where you ache against his hard and thick warmth.

“Wait, I d-ahn” you cut yourself off with a moan you let out as one of his hands presses flat into the skin of your back, pulling you into him, and his other holds your breast to his mouth. He’s moving so slow and he nuzzles his nose into your chest, his hands are all over and you feel him slipping the silk off your arms, he has you quietly moaning in his lap. He slips your dress down to sit at your hips, you tremble against him as his hands map your body, even with his eyes covered it still feels like he can see you. You’re not afraid of him…you’re afraid of how much you want him to see you.

“Is this okay?” He whispers it into the delicate skin of your neck like a secret, you nod and he hums into you as he leaves another kiss, he lets out a deep sigh against you before cupping your backside and standing. You let out a noise in surprise as your ankles cross behind him, he’s careful when he reaches behind him, one of his hands keeps his grip on you and the other feels for the bed behind you.

“You have to answer me when I ask since I can’t see you” he says it plainly while laying you down, and it has you whining and pressing your head into the mattress, as his hands bunch up the fabric of the dress at your waist.

“It’s okay, want you to” is all you managed out in a pretty whine as he slips the dress off your thighs, he’s careful with it and feels over your legs to take it off, there’s a broken whimper that leaves you. His fingers find their way back up your body starting at your ankles and slipping up your thighs. He slips his fingers underneath the thin fabric of your panties, a heavy sigh leaves him he presses his nose to your thigh, he’s gripping at the soft flesh of your ass and he wants to make it last but it’s difficult when all he can think of is getting inside you. He wants to do right by you, you've been so sweet to him since he met you, he needs to do right by you and he'll do it with his mouth. He melts between your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders, he's pressing his nose into the lace and sighing into your skin as he kisses over the fabric on your hips. He hasn't even touched you and you're already begging him, he can't believe he's getting lucky right now, his tongue is lazy when he licks over your damp core. He whimpers into you, his tongue is savoring your taste, and he knows he's already ruined and he needs you to cum on his tongue. Your squirming is what pulls him out of his dazed state between your thighs he can hear you mumbling and whimpering.

"Binnie, please, need you" you're already gone, his tongue was all you could think about, the long slow lick had your toes curling in. There's a moment that feels like it lasts forever when his hands caress your hips and feel over the lace on your skin. For a moment he can't tell if he's torturing you or himself, he could pull them down and off, he thinks for a moment before he decides to pinch the fabric over your abdomen and tug. He can hear your gasps and whimpers as he tugs and rips the lace off you, and you're honestly too gone to care about the flimsy fabric, you're struggling to keep yourself from looking at him. His fingers feel over your folds first and your hips shiver into his touch, he'd give anything to see you right now, his mouth opens over you and you feel the way his tongue drips over you. His name is all you moan when his tongue finally fucks into you, he groans when your legs fall open for him, your heels scratch at his back and he flicks his tongue over your clit. He feels possessive as your fingers slip into his hair and pull him into you. His tongue dips into you again and you feel the way he slowly fucks it into you like he's starving for something only you can give him. You can't stop yourself from looking down at him and the sight has you clenching around his tongue, his eyes are covered and his hair is messy from your fingers, his jaw is hung open and you feel his tongue curling into you. Another desperate whine of his name escapes from deep within your chest as your fingers tighten in his hair. His tongue leaves you with a filthy slick slurp and you feel his drool drip over your aching center before he presses a wet kiss to your thigh. The way his whole chin feels wet as he presses the kiss into you has you closing your thighs around him.

"you taste so fucking good, gonna cum in my fucking pants just from tasting you" he's grumbling it into your skin as he presses more wet kisses between both of your thighs. You're struggling to look down at him while he continues his kisses over your abdomen.

"does it feel good?" you can feel him smiling against your skin when he hears the weak whimper of 'yes' leave your lips.

"gonna make you cum, before I fuck you baby, that okay?" he doesn't wait for your reply and it doesn't stop you from the 'yeah' you moan out as his tongue laps over your folds. He listens for the high pitched whine of his name and it's like he knows what he's found when he keeps his focus there. You don't even realize you're riding his face till you glance down to see his slack jaw, drool dribbling down his chin as your hips continued to rock into him, you can't help the way the image makes your grip tighten in his hair. His tongue is moving again and he curls it into you before slipping back up to that spot he found. He makes a mental note to say that it's his spot, he wants to be the only one to open you up this way, he wants you to be his in every way. It's like he's found this filthy rhythm, it's your rhythm and he wants to burn it in his memory, he wants to be the only one you let play with you this way. After his tongue gives another pass of that filthy rhythm that has your mind in a messy haze, you’re cumming on his face, your thighs are squeezing and your hips are shaking and trembling. He doesn't let up and he moans into you as he drinks you in with the same filthy rhythm, he leaves your aching center with a kiss, his hands slip down your calves to nudge your heels off. There's a soft thud you hear as they fall off of you and onto the carpet, Changbin is kneeling between your thighs now, your mind is dizzy as you watch him undo the buttons of his shirt. He's careful about taking his shirt off and your hands reach for his stomach to tug at his white tank top. He's giggling again and you’re groaning in frustration as you tug open his jeans. He gets quiet and falls forward to cage you in and even with the blindfold it’s like he can see you blushing.

“Did you cum baby?” His lips are pink and his chin is slick with you on it, he’s smirking above you when he asks and it falters, you can’t help the pride that swells in you. Your fingers are curled around him and you can’t help the whimper you let out at the feel of him.

“Yeah Bin, came real hard for you” it leaves you in this sultry moan and his forehead falls forward and his hips lazily thrust into your hand.

“You gonna fuck me?” its the way you whisper it to him as your lips press a kiss to his cheek after your question. He’s sighs as he struggles with the way your touch feels, he's gonna cum on your hand if he isn't careful, he likes how breathless you sound.

“I can’t see beautiful, if you want to use-”

“No, want you inside Bin, now, want it inside” it’s all you can think about and leaves you in a pitiful moan. His fingers trace down from your knees to feel over your thighs as he spreads them, he's a little further away, he's resting on his knees.

"I can't take my shirt off, I might pull the blindfold too" his hands are mapping you out again as he feels you flinch under his touch. Your fingers tug uselessly at his tank top and your other hand slips under his shirt to watch him shiver, his fingers pinch at your skin as his hands ball up into fists, he moans weakly when you pull him from his pants.

"y/n I'm gonna-" he cuts himself off with a whimper, your teasing his tip over your folds, and his hips push into you as his hands cage you in again. He groans when you nudge him inside of you, his hips twitch again and you moan, he feels so thick it worries you how much it'll hurt.

"Changbin, please, want you to cum inside me" There's this pretty and broken moan that leaves you when he pushes forward, he's inside and you can feel the sting and stretch of him, he wants to give it all to you but he needs to focus. He can't cum, not before you do, it's difficult when he feels you clenching around him and he hasn't even put it in all the away. He stops pushing when he hears your soft broken whimper and the way your fingers dig into his shoulders. He nuzzles into your neck with his nose, the blindfold tickling your skin, you giggle as he kisses at your skin.

that fucking laugh

he thinks to himself.

I want to hear her laugh like that for the rest of my life.

"am I hurting you?" he sounds worried and you sigh to yourself, somewhat thankful for a moment to gather your thoughts. You can't help the moan as you squirm into him more.

"hey, I'm serious, I know I'm big" you can feel him smirking into your skin and you smack his arm and hear him laugh. He's looking off to the side and you bite your lip while you play with his hair before tugging off the blindfold. He blinks a few times and his eyes take you in, his breathing gets uneven when he looks down, he's panting again when he sees where you connect. You moan out softly when you feel him twitch at the sight of you.

"y/n I don't want to hurt you-" he sounds desperate, it's so fucking cute to you, the way he's struggling to keep his composure. His hands are at your sides again, you can feel him trembling against you, you pull him into a kiss by his neck and your ankles cross behind him. He whimpers into your mouth and you gasp out a helpless whine at the full feeling of him inside.

"want it Bin, you promised you'd fuck me, m'good. Wanna be good for you" the words leave you in this pitiful moan. You feel hot in the face as he stares at you, his forehead presses onto yours, that's his limit and he's holding your hips as he starts his slow torturous thrusts.

"Oh god"

you whimper out.

Please let me keep him all to myself

you hope and you don't know it yet but so does he.

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originally this wag going to be at the beginning but stay tuned if you want links idk save the post??? ehh whatever no one reads my shit it's all selfindulgent.

Long ass A/N (Read if you want more info on the OT8drabble you can skip if you wanna read the fic): I will link all my blindfold drabble posts here and come back to add the OT8 drabble link. as of today I am late to his birthday. It is however still august and I have a changbin fic completed. I wanted to finish his Mafia fic but oh well.... sometimes we don't get what we want. I am almost done with it, just need some motivation so Bin anytime you wanna post a shirtless pic let me know cause that will 100% get me to finish the fic LMAO as if skz could find me I am like a ghost of a fanfic writer no one reads my shit....please don't read it anyone that says I write good is a liar.

also I have so many screenshots for a text babble...I am just really overwhelmed and the come back is also happening I am only a woman... I am weak for Felix okay???? It's hard to write about the other guys when my imaginary version of Felix is like a needy fucken dog......I mean that like if he was a puppy or cat constantly demanding attention you KNOW WHAT THIS IS A GOOD STOPPING POINT YOU SEE HOW LEE FELIX JUST FUCKEN TAKES OVER MY WHOLE LIFE????

I need a drink...anyway hope you ENJOYED it

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