peachywontyell

[peachywontyell]

blue skies, valentine

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader x seo changbin

warnings: venom!binchan, body jumping (hosting), mind reading, shapeshifting, angst, established relationship, developing poly relationship, mxm moments, fingering (vaginal & anal), phone sex, masturbation, wet and messy!!!, (threeway) kissing, gagging, manhandling, cunnilingus, rimming, double penetration, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, one singular daddy kink joke, true love <3

a/n: i really recommend reading my binomverse intro if you haven’t, you might be a little lost if you haven’t read it before. i know some of u have been missing binom as much as i have, so i sincerely hope you enjoy their return! happy valentine’s day to u all as well <3 make sure to leave a big box of chocolates out for your favorite chocolate loving symbiote! reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

w/c: 16.5k

chan slows to a stop at a red light, brings his booted feet from the pedals and onto the concrete below to keep his bike balanced while he waits for it to turn green again. your arms are snug around his tight waist and your thighs bracket his hips. you like when he takes you on joyrides like this. it’s not too much of a frequent occurrence anymore, not since The Incident, but chan wanted to spoil you tonight, treat you to something nice because he says you deserve it. 

you can see the reflection of his face shield in the tiny rear view mirror on his right handlebar, and you press the side of your helmeted head against his back with a giddy giggle when he winks at you. 

your head turns just in time for some sort of suv to pull up beside you. the window rolls down, and a burly man regards the two of you. he looks from chan to you and tips his head in a nod. 

“nice ride. cool helmet,” he calls. he enunciates his words, over-exaggerates the movement of his thin lips when he speaks like you can’t hear him. 

your helmet is pretty cool. sleek and black and sturdy as hell. it’s not too different from chan’s, but you do think yours is nicer. it’s more comfortable than his; there’s some pink on it too.  

one of your arms unwraps from chan’s waist to give the man a thumbs up in thanks, but someone else beats you to it. 

“Thank You, Random Guy!” 

changbin’s sharp teeth appear in your vision. your face shield transforms from a sun blocking screen into the milky white of his big, jagged eyes. 

you watch the man’s face go from appreciative to a little awestruck, a lot confused. a second window rolls down, the one in the back, and a curly headed girl cranes her neck out of it. she can’t get too far because her car seat won’t let her, so she beats her plastic cup against the sill of the window excitedly. 

“that’s so cool!” she hollers. her sunglasses are cat eye shaped and hot pink. 

“You’re So Cool! I Have Those Sunglasses Too, Curly Person!” 

chan’s hand reaches for yours to wrap it back securely around his waist, and then you’re off, leaving the suv in the dust at the green light. the engine purrs like a cat. it could be the engine, but it might just be changbin, humming in smug satisfaction over the interaction you both just had. 

Did You Hear That?! changbin asks. he’s speaking in your head. you’ve been hosting the symbiote since chan set you on his bike and told you to hold on to him. you saw the inky tendril snake down the back of chan’s neck and down his shirt, rucking up the silky fabric until it could reach your skin. it’s like a shock to your body when changbin jumps from inside of chan to inside of you, but despite the violent shiver that starts at your head and ends at your toes, it always feels like a warm hug. They Said I Was Cool! Do You Think Chan Heard? 

“you’re the coolest,” you say aloud. he hums again, dripping with pride. “i bet he heard. we’ll ask him when we stop!” 

it doesn’t take long until chan is pulling the bike into a parking spot on the corner and popping the side stand to keep it upright. he stands then, tugs off his helmet and shakes his hair out before helping you off the warm seat. his hair is flat against his head and a little sweaty, so you run your fingers through it to give him some volume back. your own changbin-shaped helmet melts right off your head, seeping safely back into the tender skin behind your ear and down, down, down until a black tendril reaches towards chan. 

“so did you?” you ask. 

“did i what?” 

chan looks distracted, but he takes your hand to lead you onto the sidewalk and to the restaurant you have reservations for. you can tell by the look on his face that changbin is jabbering away in his head. 

“did you hear those people tell me my helmet was cool?” 

a smooth, black tendril seeps up the side of chan’s neck to tickle his pierced earlobe. 

“st- gosh, stop! yeah, i heard. so cool, you’re super cool, bin. we gotta be careful though, yeah? i mean, we’re laying low, remember buddy?” the tendril jams inside his ear and chan yelps, tucking his ear against his shoulder and rubbing. “what’s wrong with you?! hey, i am not incapable of fun! we have- we have reservations, you need to calm down!” 

the last of his ramble is whispered fiercely, but he gives an overly friendly smile to the young hostess at the door of the restaurant. 

“name please?”

“two for- three for- no, sorry! sorry, wow. wowww, two for bang, please? for six o’clock?” 

you press your lips into a line to stop from laughing, and the hostess makes the same face. 

“first date jitters?” she asks. 

“ha-! why not, let’s go with that.” 

chan’s laugh is sheepish and his ears are pink. you squeeze his hand and he squeezes yours back, knobby fingers entwined with yours. something thin coils around your intertwined pinkies. 

it’s nice inside, more expensive looking than you’re used to. the area you’re guided to is secluded enough to be intimate and romantic, a welcome change from the bustling main area. chan pulls your seat out and waits for you to sit before helping you slide your chair in, then he slips around to the other side of the table to sit down himself. two drink glasses are waiting for you, two rolled napkins and two pristine white plates. 

dinner goes well. you weren’t expecting anything different because you’re in good company. chan holds your hand across the table, thumb caressing your knuckles tenderly. 

“you look stunning tonight, have i told you already?” 

you smile. he told you when you walked out of your front door all dolled up, when you sat down on his bike. chan tells you plenty, but you never get tired of hearing it. 

“maybe a few times, but i wouldn’t mind if you told me again.”

“you’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” he breathes. chan’s caressing intensifies. he presses down on your knuckles, squeezes the skin. “you look perfect. everything about you is… wow. wow! i’m- so, so very lucky.” 

“You Mean We. We Are Lucky, Dick.” 

changbin’s bulbous head materializes from chan’s back. the mass of long, inky tendrils lower until changbin’s chin rests on the corner of the table like a dog begging for scraps. 

“why are you-?! get back in. there are- there are people.”

changbin’s head turns fully to chan and he squints his eyes. he makes a spectacle out of himself when he turns every which way to look around the empty room. “Where? We Must Get Our Eyes Checked. There Is No One.” changbin turns to you then, tilts his head until his cheek is pressing against the table. he’s swooning at you, those milky eyes flutter so you flutter yours back. “You Are The Only One We See Anyway, Our Earth Angel. Chan. Chaaaan. Can We Get Dessert?” 

dessert does sound nice. 

“can we get dessert? something maybe… chocolate?” 

“Something Maybe Chocolate?! You Love Me!” 

you do. you really, really do. 

“of course. yeah, of course, dessert. chocolate, sure. i’ll tell the waiter when he swings by again, so you need to like… go. haha, just- get back inside, please. i’ll even get an extra piece for the road.” 

“An Extra?” changbin licks his chops. his long tongue swipes across his sharp teeth like he’s already tasting the chocolate, then licks the saucy remnants off of chan’s plate from his dinner. “Mmmmmm…. Hmm….. Hmmmmm…. Fine, Since I Am In A Good Mood. Toodle-oo, Sugar Lips, Do Not Miss Me Too Much.” 

you tinkle your fingers at him and then he’s gone, retreating himself back into chan’s body completely. 

chan is fixing his shirt. he’s tugging the collar, shrugging to situate his jacket. you watch him fiddle with his clothes with your head tilted to the side slightly and eyes nothing other than fond. it doesn’t take chan very long to catch your gaze. he smiles then. chan’s shoulders relax and he sighs, goes to put his elbows on the table and then remembers this is a fancy restaurant so he messes with his earlobe instead. 

“what is it? why… what is it? why are you looking at me like that?”

“no reason,” you say. big fat lie. “you care about him.” 

“i mean. um! well he- he lives here. like, in here, so.” chan gestures wildly to his head, his body. “i kinda have to.” 

that’s not the only reason he cares about changbin and you know it. you think chan knows it too, if he would ever just come right out and say it. he’s too shame-ridden to admit that he needs to be needed, needs it like he needs air to breathe, that changbin using his body as a host benefits him just as much as it does the symbiote. chan is complex, but he’s a crumbling castle of glass, as see through as they come. you’ve got him figured out better than he thinks you do. you won’t tug on his pigtails about it though, not yet anyway. 

the promise of an early morning looming has chan driving you back to your place after your dinner. you’d rather go to his; the woody cabin quickly became somewhat of a second home to you since the first time you accidentally stumbled upon it, upon them, and his big bed is much more comfortable than yours. 

he walks you to your door, crowds behind your back while you unlock it with distracted fingers. 

“d’you wanna come inside?” the question is paired with a kiss to his plump lips after you turn to face him. you reach for the collar of his shirt and tug him closer. chan follows you easily, leans into the warm embrace of your body with a lovelorn sigh. 

chan breathes heavily against your cheek. “if i come inside, you know i won’t leave. i’ll have to stay and…” a kiss to your lips. “take you to bed.” another kiss, a squeeze to the dip of your waist. “you’ve gotta get up bright and early though, and who would i be if i caused you to go into work all exhausted, huh?” 

he talks a big game, but he’s not lying. you toss your head back and whine. you could throw caution to the wind and tell him to come in anyway; chan’s a bit of a sucker for begging, it probably wouldn’t even take much. who cares if you’re half dead on your feet tomorrow and maybe limping all the way to your office? you don’t, not as long as you get to spend the rest of your romantic date night being beautifully ravished by chan and changbin both. you can tell by the quirk to chan’s lips that he knows exactly what you’re thinking. 

“i want to. i do, promise. but it’s just a few more days,” chan smiles. you cling to him. “i’ll see you again friday, yeah?” 

friday is too far away. it’s only two days, but that’s two days too many. your arms come up to wrap around his neck. chan tries to kiss the pout from your lips, but all that does is make it stick. 

“i guess so,” you mope, but you perk up again at the thought of spending valentine’s day with your two loves. “i’ll see you friday. both of you! text me when you get home safe?” 

his last kiss lingers. he does too, walking slowly back to his bike and waiting to see your bedroom light turn on. you peek through your blinds to blow him a kiss goodnight, which he of course puts into his pocket; then and only then does chan ride off into the night, the rumbling hum of his motorcycle fading in your ears until all that’s left is the memory of it. 

it’s lonely without him, without changbin. you really did want them to come inside, and it’s not just because you wanted them in your bed. they bring you so much peace that even the quiet comfort of your home feels amiss without it. 

you’re halfway through your nighttime routine when you realize just how off you feel. it’s not bad - you don’t feel sick or hurt, but you can’t shake some sort of niggling feeling in your gut. maybe chan could tell something was up before you could, maybe he knew you needed the rest. 

it seems like it takes eons for your makeup to come off. you move in slow motion to take your clothes off too, and it takes even longer for your shower to heat up to a decent temperature. your body sags when you step inside and stand under the rain of the shower head, swiping the wet hair from your eyes and holding your breath for a moment to let the warm water cascade over your face. 

Ahh. Finally, Some Peace And Quiet.

you scream so loud that it ricochets off the shower’s glass door and you’re slipping before you realize it; it happens so quickly that you don’t even realize you’re falling until you’re looking up towards the ceiling and nearly parallel to the floor. the only reason your head doesn’t crack open on the tile is because of the black tendrils sprouting from your back, bracing themselves on the floor and gripping onto the top of the door. 

Don’t Worry. I Got Us.

“changbin?!” 

it’s hitting you now. your breath is coming out in quick little bursts, heart pounding wildly against the walls of your chest. 

Hello, Sweet Cheeks. I Frightened You… I Apologize. 

his tendrils lift you off the ground and help you stand upright again as his raspy voice speaks in your head, but your shaky legs almost bring you right back down. changbin proves to be your savior twice tonight when he takes over your legs for you. soot black cords sneak down your limbs before enveloping them completely, and then you’re standing in your shower in changbin’s legs, pink squiggly veins and all. 

“baby. oh binnie, hi, thank you. are you okay? why… what- what’s the matter? when did you even-?” this must have been the reason something felt so weird. you’ve been hosting changbin without knowing at least since you walked through your front door, but it doesn’t feel like it usually does. that usual comfort, that feeling of a warm hug is replaced by something else entirely. something is wrong. “does chan know you’re here?!” 

Hmph. 

“hmph? what do you mean hmph?” 

Hmph. Lean Back. you do as he says, and changbin’s form takes over your arms. they elongate, bulk up. changbin’s hand is too big for the shampoo bottle he grabs, but you don’t have to remind him to be gentle and to squeeze lightly. Only A Dollop For My Doll. he slams his hands together and rubs the shampoo in until it soaps up between them, then brings it to your hair. he’s devastatingly tender when he touches you - changbin is so aware of his size and strength that he always makes sure to use caution with you, even though it typically isn’t his strong suit. Chan Is An Asshole. We’re Not On Speaking Terms. 

“does- does he know that?” changbin’s hands feel so good on your scalp that you’re finding it hard to concentrate. 

That Doesn’t Matter. What Matters Is That You’re Almost Out Of Your Hydrating Coconut Milk Conditioner. We Will Get More Tomorrow. 

changbin has you out of the shower, towel dried, and in your pajamas before you can blink. your arms and legs belong to you again though, and changbin lets you go through your post-shower routine with little fuss. 

until your phone rings. 

you stop in your tracks, head turning to look at your buzzing phone that lays charging on your nightstand. 

It Is Chan! Chan Is On The Phone. You Can’t Answer It! 

“changbin, come on! i’m not just going to not answer it.” 

Why Not?! 

“because! now play nice, i’m picking up.” 

you reach for your phone, but changbin moves your arm at the last second. another try, another move. 

“changbin! i’m gonna make you sleep on the couch. let me get my phone!” 

You Wouldn’t! We Always Cuddle And It Is Cold… a raise to your eyebrows. Fine! Fine. I Am Not Here. 

“hello? channie, you made it home safe?” 

“yeah, yeah i know i said i’d text, but. ha- well. hey, listen. is bin with you? he’s kinda… not here, so um.” 

Don’t Answer That.

“what? i’m not going to lie to hi- oh.” you’ve already given him away, and you didn’t even mean to. 

We Need To Practice This More. 

“baby, he’s there? he’s with you? he can hear me then. changbin, what are you doing?! this is ridiculous.” 

See How He Talks To Me? He Thinks I’m Ridiculous. Me?! This Is Why I Am No Longer Speaking To Him. Chan Is Mean. I Don’t Know What We See In Him. 

“—llo? hello, sweetheart, you still there? is he listening?” you can hear chan muttering something else as he presumably pulls the phone away from his ear to check that you’re still on the line. 

“hey, yes! yeah, sorry, um. this is harder than you make it out to be. he’s upset with you, i think. i’m not sure why yet, but he says he-”

Hates Your Guts!

“he says he doesn’t want to talk to you right now! he just, he really needs a break, you know? maybe it’ll be good! for both of you. to- to have a little break! from each other. that’s exactly what he said. distance makes the heart grow fonder or- or something to that nature.” 

chan’s silent on the other end. so silent that you’re the one pulling your phone away to see if he’s still on the line now. 

“let me get my coat. i’ll head back to yours, yeah? i’m coming to get him, this is- this is crazy. you shouldn’t have to deal with this.” 

changbin makes a spitting sound in your head, wet and gross. 

“no! no, it’s really okay. i’ll take care of him. i’m happy to, okay? really. he’s my big baby, we’ll have a good time until we see you again friday night. how does that sound?” 

chan sighs. “i- baby i don’t know. are you sure? it can be a lot, and you have work the next two days. i don’t even… why? why is he mad at me?”

you can picture it now, chan waving his hand around in question. changbin grunts in your head because he must see it too. 

you hold the phone with your shoulder for a moment and use your newly freed hands to pull back the comforter on your bed. the sheets are crisp when you slide in, they’re cool to the touch until they warm under your body heat. it hits you full force then, when your head lays down on the pillow and your toes pop after a particularly good stretch, just how tired you are. your eyes are drooping, fingers losing their grip on your phone by the second. 

“chan. chan, ‘m sorry baby, ‘m so sleepy. i promise i’ll take care of him. he’ll take care of me too. you know that, don’t you? we all take care of each other. just- think about why? while you’ve got your head to yourself. we love you. we’re going to bed, okay? talk to you tomorrow.” 

“okay. yeah, baby, get some rest. love you so much, you know that? sweet dreams.” 

you’re too tired to move, so changbin places your phone back on the nightstand for you and clicks off your lamp, rubbery tendril retracting and laying flat over your waist when he’s done. you’re curling onto your side to sleep, and you feel him then. black seeps out of your skin almost like rushing water, until it’s blanketing your arms and legs in changbin’s symbiotic skin. he’s cuddling you, holding you, keeping you safe. a cocoon to a butterfly. 

you’re just on the cusp of sleep when he speaks up for the first time in several minutes. he’s still in your head. 

You Don’t Deal With Me, Do You? you hum in sleepy confusion. Chan Said You Should Not Have To Deal With This. With Me. I Am Sorry. I Will Be Good, I Promise. 

“oh, binnie, no. no, of course not! i love you, i’m happy you came to me. i want to spend time with you too, you know?”

You Do?!

if you were lying, he would know, he’s in your body after all. changbin knows you’re telling the truth but craves the reassurance anyway. 

“mhm. always. mm, bin? w’you wake me up at six thirty tomorrow morning, please? i can make us some breakfast before work.” 

On The Dot. Sleep, Buttercup. I Will Keep Us Safe. 

changbin does wake you up at six thirty on the dot, but you’re not the one who makes breakfast as you intended to when you spoke of it last night. changbin makes breakfast despite your light protests, clumsily cracking eggs and toasting waffles with eager limbs all while guiding you to your kitchen table to sit. he finally shows his face to you when you sit down; his sentient tendrils bring his floating head around to greet you properly with a sweet, wet lick up your cheek. 

“Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty! Breakfast? I Have Made Us Eggs And Waffles. With A Side Of Chocolate. Tada!”  

a plate of eggs and waffles clatters onto the table before you. it actually doesn’t look too bad at all, the waffles are a little burnt around the edges, but that just means the crunch will be nice. your eggs look perfectly done — they’re completely unseasoned, but that’s an easy fix. while you’re salt-and-peppering your eggs, changbin takes it upon himself to squeeze a heaping helping of chocolate syrup on top of your stack of waffles. it wouldn’t look appealing to you normally, that much chocolate is just too rich and too sweet, but with changbin using your body as his host and your tastes melding together, the overflowing river of chocolate looks like a delicacy.  

changbin’s chemistry with chan is unmatched, they’re somewhat of an infamous team after all, but you’re surprised just how well changbin molds himself into your body. 

symbiosis, he called it. you don’t recall much from your science classes back in high school, but the comparisons are easy enough to remember. a bee and a flower, a tick and a dog, barnacles on a whale. not all humans are strong enough to host a symbiote. to most it’s deadly. but to chan, to you, it’s beneficial for each side. 

your symbiotic relationship differs from the one chan and changbin share with each other. you’re fine with that, you’ll let them protect the people of earth lethally as long as they come back to you when they’re done. 

you’re happy with your version of symbiosis. it’s special, uniquely yours and changbin’s. 

changbin keeps you safe, and you give him a home away from home. changbin makes you breakfast, and you get to hear him singing as his tentacles putter around the kitchen, turning off burners and toasters and wiping cracked eggs off the floor. 

“Blue Skiiies Smiling At Me… Nothing But Blue Skies Do I See. Bluebiiirds Singing A Song… Sing It With Me, Darling!”

Who Is Catherine? 

“ah, she’s like…” you tap your fingers rhythmically on your keyboard, email response sitting half typed on your computer screen. “she works in sales. sometimes we just have to work together and, well, by the ‘tude in her email you can imagine how that goes.” 

Mm. We Hate Her. 

“i- yeah. yeah, kinda.” 

work has gone well today; you weren’t having doubts, changbin promised to be good after all, but you really weren’t sure just how the workday would go with your symbiote partner residing inside of you for the time being. having changbin with you simultaneously makes your time go by faster and slows it down. it goes by faster because you have someone to talk to; it slows down because he likes when you stop and explain to him what it is that you’re doing. 

“oh, it’s lunchtime! let me finish this email and then we can go grab something, okay?” 

it takes longer than you’d like for it to. you don’t like catherine, but you don’t want your response to come off overly rude. you don’t want to seem like a pushover either. 

Have a wonderful day,

you write in conclusion. “okay. how’s that sound?” anyone with a brain would be able to read your sarcasm through the screen. 

Not Bad. I Can Make It Better. 

you feel it when it happens, you always do. black seeps down your arms and covers all the way to the tips of your fingernails, bright pink veins swimming along the inky skin. your fingers elongate and your palms widen. changbin has taken over your hands. he flexes his fingers and wiggles them in preparation to type. 

Have a wonderful day dik,

There! Much Better. Catherine Is A Dick. She Will Not Come Down Here And Talk To Us Like That. Send It? 

“no! nonono, oh my god. please don’t do that! that’s- i really wish we could, but like, i’d probably get called to HR and written up, and i really need my job, so!”

We Will Eat HR. 

“nope! no can do, baby. there should be something yummy in the cafeteria. let’s just eat something from there, please? oh, damn,” a familiar head passes over the top of your computer. “speak of the devil and she shall appear.” 

Catherine? 

“mm. and her fucking bob.” 

“We Will Eat Catherine And Bob Instead!” changbin’s head sprouts from your back and makes right for your open door to follow catherine, his audible voice no doubt traveling into the hallway. the tendrils elongate, and you’re jumping up to grab onto them to pull him back. he’s strong, you know that, but changbin’s strength is almost impossible to combat when he’s made his mind up. 

“no! nonono, no, changbin, stop it! stop it, come here.” 

changbin’s head smacks against your door when you yank on his flowing tendrils. your office door shuts with a slam and changbin’s wet tongue streaks down the back of it until you manage to pull him towards you. 

“We Can Use Their Heads For Badminton! Here Birdie, Birdie, Birdie…”

“nope! no badminton. or tennis, or pickleball, or- or baseball or whatever! okay. bin, i love you with all my heart and more, but i really need you to slow your roll, drama queen!” you’ve pulled on him so hard that your efforts have left you sitting on your carpeted office floor. changbin huffs and slithers around your neck. he wraps around it twice, your very own sentient scarf, and rests his floating head on top of yours. 

“My Love… Sweet Angel. I Am Sorry, Please Forgive Me. I Don’t Know What Came Over Me. You Are Ours. Mine. Anyone Who Crosses You Should Face My Wrath.” changbin’s razor sharp teeth are always bared, but he gnashes them with a snarl. 

it’s a sweet thought, even sweeter because you know changbin would abide by his words without hesitation if only you were to give him permission. but alas, no coworkers will be eaten today, no snooty associates left headless. 

“thank you for taking care of me, binnie.” you pet at the dark, writhing trails that connect his body to yours. changbin purrs like a cat, nuzzles his pointy, scarred chin against the top of your head. “some things can’t be solved by eating people though, you know? sometimes when- when you’re upset with someone, you have to talk about it so you can move past it…” 

“That Is Stupid.” 

“maybe, but how will someone know they’ve hurt you if they don’t have a head anymore? sometimes things aren’t done intentionally, but they still hurt. right? even someone you love can hurt your feelings, and even though they did, they might not know what they did to hurt you.” 

“My Feelings Are Telling Me That You Are Not Talking About Catherine Anymore…” 

“you’re really smart, big guy.” 

“I Am. Mmm. You Are Talking About Chan.” 

you’ve been trying to pull it out of him since last night, but changbin won’t budge. maybe you’re getting somewhere now. 

“what happened, baby? i thought our date went really well. did i miss something?” 

you see it then, like a movie playing on a screen in your mind. you and chan sitting at the table in the restaurant, changbin floating around it until he begrudgingly seeps back into chan’s skin at the promise of chocolate cake. 

“no reason. you care about him.” 

“i mean. um! well he- he lives here. like, in here, so. i kinda have to.” 

when the memory fades, changbin is gone. there’s no thick tendril wrapped around your neck or the weight of his head on top of yours. you can still feel him though, he’s inside, tucked away, like he’s too embarrassed to be seen so clearly. you scoot over to the wall and lean against it, hands crossed in your lap. 

You Were Wrong, he says, low voice gritty and rough in your head. you don’t think you’ve ever heard changbin sound so defeated, so sad, and it’s breaking your heart to pieces. Chan Does Not Care About Me. It Is… An Obligation, For Him. Not A Want. He Said It Himself! He Has To Because He Is My Home. Ah. My Home. I Am Not His. It Is Not The Same For Us. 

changbin’s need for chan runs far deeper than just requiring a host to survive on this planet. he chose chan, knows him more intimately than you could ever dream of. changbin knows chan inside and out, up and down. his mind, his body, his dreams. his faults, his constant battles with self-acceptance. you might know all of those things too, but changbin feels them. changbin knows chan so deeply that he is chan. he lives within him every day, shares his thoughts and feelings and desires; they are cut from the same cloth. two sides of the same coin. 

a perfect match, a perfect pairing. how can you become so completely interwoven with someone and not love them? 

Ask Him That, changbin snarks, then apologizes immediately by sprouting a tendril and wrapping it around your wrist. He Won’t Even Think About It. Believe Me, I Have Tried. 

“oh, sweetheart.” you pet at his coiling skin, hug yourself around the shoulders in the hopes that he’ll feel it. “baby, he cares about you. i don’t think it’s an obligation, i think- well. i think chan wants a lot of things but has trouble allowing himself to have them.”  

the next thing you know, changbin’s full form is beside you. he’s not in his big form but his smaller one, the one with curly hair and a round nose, a sly grin and soft, strong muscles. he’s still as dark as the night sky, but he’s more humanoid this way. he’s leaning against the wall, head tilted back and eyes pointed toward the ceiling. you reach for the hand closest to you and grab it, pulling it into your lap to play with his thick fingers. 

“He Let Himself Have You.” 

“yes, but it took a while to get to where we are now. and it’s different with you. you’re inside him, honey, it’s- it’s different-”

“You’ve Been Inside Him Too.” 

it takes a moment to respond to that through your shocked sputtering, and changbin grins, something toothy and smarmy as he finally turns his head to look at you. you know exactly what he’s doing though: deflecting. just like chan, the symbiote is a a castle of glass too, built just across the way, crackling and splitting straight down the middle under the pressure of his own desires. it’s easier to joke, easier to make light of a situation that has him hurting because it’s always easier to laugh than to face it directly.  

“okaaay, not like that. don’t be nasty! we’re having a moment, don’t ruin it. it’s different, you see him in a way nobody else does, you know? not even me. that probably scares him a little. i can’t speak on his romantic feelings, that’s something you’ll have to talk about with him, big guy, but i know, i know for certain that he cares about you.” 

changbin still doesn’t look convinced, but he leans into your palm when you cup his face. “Do You Really Think That?” 

you lean towards him and press your forehead to his. there’s no need to pop the bubble that’s settled around the two of you, so instead of speaking aloud, you think your words and know that he hears them anyway. 

i do. without a doubt. 

the rest of your day goes by without much fanfare. no shitty coworkers meet their untimely demise behind the dumpsters of your office building, and changbin only makes you get up for candy bars in the break room four times. 

dinner is quick and easy, your shower is hot, and you’re in bed to rot for the rest of the night before the sun has fully sunken in the sky. it’s been a long day, but that’s nothing that a couple episodes of my lottery dream home and your comfy bed can’t fix. 

you feel changbin before you see him, a tickle in your abdomen making you shiver just as a black mass rises to the surface of your skin and swims smoothly up your chest. you crane your head back, chin tucking and eyes lowering to see him sliver through the stretched neck of your t-shirt. his head pops through the collar, and changbin licks underneath your chin. 

“You Should Take This Off.” 

changbin doesn’t like your distracted hum, so he licks up the side of your face until you’re squawking at him. 

“Pay Attention To Me! Take Your Shirt Off. Please. Pleeeease. Pretty Please, With Cherries And Sprinkles And Chocolate And Brains An-”

“okay! okay, geez. why do you want me to take it off so bad? it’s cold in here.” 

changbin purrs something deep, swims in circles on your skin and looks down at you intensely with jagged, white eyes while you peel your raggedy shirt over your head. 

“I Will Keep Us Warm.” 

you don’t bother hounding him for the reason he wants to see your naked chest so badly; he’s just as much of a sucker for your tits as chan is, and you giggle when he licks his chops at the sight of your soft breasts drooping in opposition directions as you settle further into your pillow. the tendrils bring his head down closer to your chest and he squints his eyes, cocking his head as his permanent grin grows steadily wider. your nipples are hardening in the chill of the room. 

“stop looking at them like that! i’m shy…” it makes your face heat up but doesn’t stop the tightening of your hard nipples. you don’t know what’s contributing to it the most, your fan blowing on high or changbin’s unwavering, heady stare. 

“But I Like Them.” 

you can feel it now, your arousal growing, desire boiling in the pit of your belly and bubbling over in foamy waves. you know changbin can feel it too just by the rumbling in his throat. 

it’s never been like this. you’re typically between chan and changbin when you’re fucking, shared between the two of them back and forth and fully. even your first time with changbin years ago didn’t feel like this. this is bigger. no amount of intimacy experienced could ever explain the feeling of this. 

he explores you now, inside and out as his head seeps back under your skin, in a way he never has before. you can feel him everywhere, his inky exterior bubbling through yours and covering you in patches as he swims underneath your skin as well. he’s exploring, probing, wrapping around your body almost like a cocoon until he’s covering your chest. it feels nice, his silky skin soothes over your tender nipples and your mouth drops open with a shaky sigh. 

he feels your arousal and feels your pleasure all the same. you like feeling good, and it’s even better when changbin feels good with you. 

you’re sinking heavily into your pillow and the mattress underneath you, letting changbin caress your body at the pace he wants. your eyes flutter closed as you give yourself into the indescribable sensation of changbin exploring you in your entirety. body, mind, and soul. 

despite the knowledge that he’s probing around you completely, you’re not expecting him to fill your underwear, and the new contact sends a shiver down your spine. black seeps from the skin of your tender inner thighs, flowing gently over the bumps and ridges and nooks of your most intimate place. 

“my- my- oh my god.” your chest is heaving, thoughts jumbled in your head. “let me take them off for you.” 

Please. 

your fingers scramble to the elastic of your panties, and you pull them down your shaky legs, kicking them off under the comforter as you wrangle yourself out from under it. 

you don’t need it anymore. changbin is keeping you warm. 

changbin follows along the shiver that wracks your body, warming your skin just as it realizes it’s cold, and then he’s back between your legs. you spread them for him and he purrs again. you feel it then, the soul-deep satisfaction changbin maintains with you always, but especially right now. his pleasure coils tight around yours, a red string of fate wound tightly together. 

My Love… changbin coos into your mind. My Love. Beautiful Angel. You Are Mine. You Are Ours. 

“yes.” a whine pulled straight from your throat. a gasp then, wet and sticky behind your teeth. there’s a hand between your legs. the oozing black is gone, replaced with a hand that changbin has sprouted from somewhere, fingers thick and rough sinking inside where you’re hot and gummy and soft while his thumb rubs gently at the coarse hair on your mound. your legs tremble around the appendage, spreading wider to allow yourself to feel the pleasure changbin so readily gives you. “yours and- and. yours and chan’s. please don’t stop, please don’t stop doing that changbinnie, please.” 

changbin’s thick fingers spear you open relentlessly. his fingers stroke your insides with a purpose, molding himself to you in more ways than one. black covers your chest again, smooths across the clammy skin like cascading water and ripples over the tight peaks of your nipples. his touch there is gentle, heated but tender unlike the fingers that bully themselves between your spread thighs. changbin knows exactly what it is that you need. he feels perfect, this pleasure is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, taking you to heights that you’d never be able to see on your own. the only thing that would make it better is—

You Miss Him. 

“yes, yes, i-”

We Feel Good Now, But He Would Make It Better…

for both of us goes unsaid, but you understand it all the same.

changbin curls his fingers, and your back bows like you're being tugged towards the ceiling, an invisible string plucking at your ribcage angling you higher and higher. changbin curls his fingers, and your hands scramble for the rumpled sheets underneath you in a search for something to hold onto. changbin curls his fingers, and you swear your mind fissures right there, splintering into a million infinitesimal pieces that changbin eases back together. 

Call Him. 

“changbin. changbinnie, chan… it feels- fuck, you’re making me feel so- so good, baby. making us, oh, you’re making us feel s-so, so good.” 

Yes, Gorgeous. I Am Making Us Feel Perfect, But That Is Not What I Meant…

your mind is too cloudy to process what changbin means, until a tentacle sprouts from underneath your shoulder and reaches for your nightstand. changbin plucks up your phone easily and uses your pathetically pleasure-stricken face to unlock it. you don’t even know how changbin’s tendrils manage to work the touchscreen, but he’s clicking on chan’s contact and putting it on speaker before you know it, line ringing only twice before he answers it. 

“sweetheart, hi! hey, missed you today. you good?” 

you’re good. you’re so fucking good, the best you’ve ever been. you’d tell him that yourself if you could get the words out, but changbin stuffs you with a third finger and you’re letting out a high-pitched keen for both of your boys to hear instead. there’s no way chan has any doubts about what's going on in your bedroom now. 

you have just enough wherewithal to realize just how unsteady chan’s breathing sounds through the speaker of your phone. 

“channie, channie i- ‘m good, i’m so fucking good.” 

“you feelin’ good, baby? are you touching?” 

“yes! yesyesyes. he is. cha- changbinnie’s touching. his fingers, he’s- he- mmm!” a squeal cuts you off. your legs kick outward, feet scrambling on your mussed sheets until you press the balls of them hard to the mattress for leverage. your shaky fingers come to grip at the hand between your legs, pink veins swimming under the dark skin you touch eagerly. changbin’s fingers are still curled. he’s not pistoning them anymore, focusing instead on massaging that place that always turns your brain right off. 

“yeah? what- what about bin’s fingers, love?” 

chan’s voice is ragged, low in his throat and heady even through your speaker. 

a whimper leaves your lips instead of a spoken answer, but maybe that’s all the confirmation that chan needs. changbin’s hand is big enough that you can grind your clit against the heel of his palm while he fucks you with his thick fingers. your eyes roll; changbin’s pleasure hums under your skin. all it does is increase your own, writhing on your bed in bliss while you’re played with. 

changbin’s head pops back up, right in the middle of your torso, so you wrap your arms around his tendrils and cup the top of his head to hug him to your heaving chest. he sputters a bit before nuzzling delightedly at the flushed skin, lolling his long tongue out of his mouth to lick sloppily at one of your nipples. 

“We Love This.” 

“m-mhm, yes binnie, i- oh. oh, there, there please! don’t stop doing it there, fu-uuck.” 

“he playing with your sweet spot, baby?” chan asks, his voice nearly frantic. there’s something rhythmic on his end of the line, the rustling of clothes and a slick noise you’re distinctly familiar with. you picture it then, the sinful image of chan polishing his leaky cock, big and pink and hard, a pretty blush coloring his sweaty skin. changbin huffs against your chest, but you feel nothing other than contentment coursing through your shared bond. 

“I Am,” changbin confirms. he’s smug, and the constant movement of his fingers in your cunt is no different. 

“making our baby feel good, yeah?”

“Yes. Always. Chan, Listen.” 

you’re not expecting changbin’s tentacle to wrap around your phone again. he brings it down, down, down. down to where you’re sloppy-wet and sensitive, and changbin holds your phone to the side and puts more strength into the fingers that spear you open. you throw your arms over your face when you hear yourself, when you hear the dirty noises your cunt makes as it’s roughed up. you’re keening out another whimper just as chan groans loudly, his own movements speeding up in response. 

it doesn’t take long for you to slip right over the edge, not with the attention inside your cunt or the small little tendril sprouting out of changbin’s hand to flutter at your achy clit. your legs slam shut around the intrusion and you shudder through it, squeezing trembling hands at your chest and holding yourself. you vaguely hear chan moaning through his own climax, cursing into his phone as cum splashes across his pretty pink knuckles. changbin is just as sated, you feel it as surely as you feel your own pleasure, a deep satisfaction that flows through your veins and leaves you completely relaxed. 

chan’s the one to break the silence, his voice crackling through the speaker of your phone. 

“wow. haha, wow, that was…”

“Hot!”

you giggle, a goofy little thing that you don’t care to stifle. “mm, yeah. really hot.” 

changbin’s hand disappears from between your legs, and his head dips back under your skin until he decides it’s time for cleanup. tendrils sprout from your shoulders and arms as he makes quick do of his tasks. he wipes you down while you talk to chan, eases your panties back up your legs and your shirt over your head. he doesn’t bother with your comforter when he’s done. instead, black covers your torso, your legs. he’s cocooning you again, your silky, dark sleeping bag, and your eyes are drooping, always sleepy after an orgasm but especially one that good. 

this is what love feels like, your sleepy mind thinks. with changbin covering your body like a blanket and chan’s soft voice in your ear, you’ve never been more sure of it. it’s serene, a beautiful certainty, tangible in the palm of your hands. you love them back, love them completely just as they love you.

you can’t wait to show them tomorrow. 

“good night you two, sleep tight. i- um. ah, i miss you. both of you. yeah, but- but i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” 

after bidding good night to chan, you roll over onto your back and let changbin handle plugging your phone back up. 

changbin is… thrumming. he’s buzzing like a bee under your skin. he’s like a dog that can’t get comfortable where it lays, circling and circling and circling around itself before settling in a ball just to turn around and do it again. he calms with a pet, your white eyed, razor toothed puppy, a soft caress to the watery black that covers your skin. 

the feeling has you staring wide eyed at your ceiling, body still relaxed but lighting up with something where you lay. it’s not quite excitement, but it’s close. you know this feeling all on your own, you’ve felt your own sparks of it time and time again even without your bond with changbin. 

only one thing can leave you feeling like this. you roll over onto your side and wonder if this is the first time changbin has ever felt hope. he doesn’t respond to your internal questioning, but he doesn’t have to. you think you know the answer. 

changbin’s head is hanging out of your car window when you make your usual left turn at the fork in the road. his long tongue flops in the wind, and he narrowly misses colliding with a low-hanging tree branch when he sticks his head back inside to speak to you. 

“Please Watch Out For The Chickens. Ah, There They Are. Donny! Marie! It Is Wonderful To See You Two Again.” changbin’s head shoots right back out of the open window to acknowledge the two clucking chickens crossing the dirt-covered road as your car jostles its way up to chan and changbin’s log cabin. 

at this time of year, the trees are sparse and withering due to the cold, but they give you a beautiful view of the setting sun. your ride smooths out when the bumpy path makes way for browning grass, and you’re passing the well-used fire pit to pull up behind chan’s bike. 

changbin rockets himself right back into your body just as you’re unbuckling your seatbelt. 

“woah! woah. changbinnie, you okay?” 

you know the answer as soon as you ask the question. changbin is anxious. he’s still metaphorically licking at his wounds from your date the other night, but last night’s cellular rendezvous has left your bond with changbin lighting up with a longing sense of hope. 

“Mm. Do I Look Okay?” 

he shoots from your shoulder again, winding cords rounding in front of you and squeezing his head right through the top of your steering wheel. 

“you look really handsome,” you say with a wink, and changbin winks one milky eye back. he looks the same as he always does, but he’s always handsome to you, so it has to count for something. “we look hot. he’s not gonna know what to do with himself! you ready?” 

“Yes,” changbin confirms, confidence oozing from every pore. you begin to open your door and a tendril shoots out of your shoulder and locks the car before you can make it any further.  “No! I Lied. I Am Not Ready. What Is This Obnoxious Feeling…?” 

changbin disappears inside of you again just to reform through your chest. he snarls and promptly slams his head into the middle of your steering wheel. he lays on the horn, tinny beeeeeeeeep blaring throughout the open clearing until chan pokes his head out of his front door in question. you wave your hands frantically to get him to go back inside so that you can sooth the anxious alien throwing a bit of a tantrum in your car. when changbin pulls away from the horn, the toyota logo is branded into the middle of his smooth forehead. changbin grumbles when you rub at it, and it disappears right before your eyes. 

“you’re nervous, honey,” you coo, and changbin’s floating head flops lifeless into the passenger seat. another coo and you’re pulling at those writhing cords, gently tugging his head into your lap to hold as his tendrils seep over the center console. “sometimes i get nervous too. a lot actually, like before i give a presentation at work or when i’m meeting someone i’ve never met before. even when it’s something simple like wearing a new outfit for you and channie.” 

“But Why? We Do Not Want To Make You Nervous…” 

you pet his head. changbin’s voice is the equivalent of that you used when you were a young child, standing alone and timid in the doorway of your parents’ bedroom to tell them you had gotten sick. 

“because i want you to think i’m pretty! but it’s- it’s a good nervous, you know what i mean? an excited nervous. my desire to see your reaction outweighs me second guessing myself. is that maybe how you feel? like, you’re excited to see him even though you’re nervous?” 

“I… Yes. I Am Excited. Bleh. But You Can’t Tell Him! He Needs To Grovel. If He Wants Me Back He Has To Beg.” 

you giggle at that, and a wave of sweet satisfaction carries through your bond. out of the corner of your eye, you can see chan’s fingers plucking at the shelled corner of the curtains above his kitchen sink to peek at your car again. 

“okay. okay! come on, let’s go make our man beg.” 

the second you open up your door, changbin slinks back inside of you with a parting lick to your cheek. chan scrambles from the window when you step out of the car. you open the back door and grab your bag - you already have clothes folded neatly in the dresser in their bedroom, but your bag holds a valentine’s surprise. two valentine’s surprises. three even.

chan opens the front door right as you’re stepping up to it, greeting you with waiting arms and a sweet, dimpled smile. you press a kiss to those lips and taste his smiling teeth, over and over again until changbin is slithering around restlessly inside your head, impatient for his own. 

“sweetheart, hi! hey, come in. make yourself at home. here, i’ll take this for you?” 

you do step inside and wipe your shoes on the rug before slipping them off and placing them to the side, but not before playfully snatching the bag away from his hands with a sneaky grin and squinted eyes. 

there’s a bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table, pretty pinks and yellows and whites inside an ornate vase. chan gestures towards the flowers and tugs at his reddening earlobe. 

“for you! they’re for you, happy valentine’s day, baby. can you believe this is our second one we’re celebrating together? i thought- um, thought they’d look nice on your nightstand, or- or your kitchen counter or something, haha.” 

no one other than your parents had ever gotten you flowers before, and ever since chan learned, he’s made it a point to buy you flowers for every special occasion. or any occasion, really. 

you wrap your arms around his middle and he hugs you back. as you’re nuzzling your cheek to his chest, you notice another bouquet beside yours sitting pretty in a box rather than a vase. chan’s fingers press harder into your back when he notices you looking. it’s a rose bouquet, but bleeding red around the outside gives way to various shades of brown and a creamy white in the middle. chocolate roses, a blend of bitter dark, rich milk, and sweet white. you turn in his arms and hide your grin right where his heart beats, just for a moment, before pulling away and looking at him with serious eyes. 

you have to apologize, you mouth. chan blinks rapidly, and you roll your eyes. your hands start gesturing wildly between the two of you, pointing from your head to his. 

You Are Making Us Look Crazy. 

“he does not think we’re crazy,” you huff, and chan opens his mouth to speak. “please don’t answer that, actually. anyways!” another gesture, a slightly crazed smile forming on your lips. “we’re waiting.” 

“okay. okay, um.” chan taps his foot. “bin, i’m sorry. there! there. you should come out now, buddy.” 

Buddy! Buddy?! Hmph. Lame. Did You Hear That? 

“mhm, yep. we heard it.” you shake your head resolutely and chan pinches the bridge of his nose. you wave your hand more, say more. 

“more, oh my gosh. oookay. shit, uh- changbin. i am sorry, i am sincerely, truly sorry, okay?” you think he’s going to stop where he’s at, you think you’ll have to tell him to keep going again, but chan releases the bridge of his nose and huffs before barreling on. “changbinnie, i’m sorry. i messed up, i know i said something that hurt your feelings, and i’m sorry. i- i do need you, mate, more than i… more than i let on, yeah?” 

Mmmm….. Hmm…. I Don’t Know. I Think He Can Do Better. 

“you’re getting warmer, keep it up!” contrary to his words, changbin is nearly melting inside of you, heart eyes almost ready to pop right out of his head like they do in those old cartoons he enjoys so much. 

“‘keep it up,’ wow! wow, you two together are… wow. okay, yeah, i can…” his feet shuffle, but chan takes a steadying breath and continues on. “you know, it’s only been two days, but it’s like- you’ve been with me for so long now that i kinda forgot what it was like to be alone. and in those two days i remembered that i can live without you, bin, but i- gosh, but i don’t want to. i don’t fucking want to, okay? i want you to come home, yeah? please? please. i want you here with me.” 

your lower lip trembles. you know chan, you know it’s hard for him to say that he truly wants something. changbin’s elation is palpable, his love is. you can feel black slinking down your arm, all the way down to the palm of your hand, so you lift your hand to press against chan’s chest. you hold it against the beat of his heart and then wrap it around his shoulder, pulling him into a tight hug. chan hugs you back just as firmly. his lips are brushing against your neck when he speaks. 

“bin? changbinnie, are-”

“You Missed Me! You Really Missed Me!” 

tentacles wrap themselves around the two of you, squishing you closer together and taking the breath right from your lungs. it doesn’t take you too long to realize that the tendrils aren’t sprouting from your body, but chan’s. changbin’s head is floating behind chan, and soon he wraps that around the two of you as well, coiling tightly around you like a needy python. 

“i did. i really, really did. did you see the chocolates i got you? hey, you should- ah, fuck. you should let us go so you can eat some, how’s that sound?” 

“Sounds Delicious.” 

he does just that, head beelining for the chocolate bouquet as he uncoils from you and chan. you stumble into him just in time to see changbin unhinge his jaw and swallow the entire bouquet, box and all. changbin shakes his head wildly, and before you know it, your other boyfriend is standing before you in his humanoid form. his hair is curly, his shoulders are broad, and he’s just a tad shorter than chan. he giggles then, wraps his own arms around chan and leans his weight into him like he’s swooning. 

“You Bought Me Chocolates. I Love Chocolate… You Are Trying To Romance Me.” 

“well, i mean, i-”

“You Aaaaare! You Cannot Lie To Me Ever Again. Don’t Be A Turd.” 

while your boyfriends bicker like an old married couple, you busy yourself with unzipping your bag on the kitchen table and pulling chan’s gift box out of it. it’s nothing crazy, chan prefers sentimentality over anything, so that’s what you worked with. the picture you framed has been in your favorite’s album for months, a candid picture that changbin took himself. a selfie with chan’s phone, just the white wings of his eyes and the top of his head visible at the angle he’s taking it. you and chan are close together in the background, chan reaching for his phone with a not-so-secretly fond smile and you smiling wide beside him. looking at the picture makes you feel just as warm as the fire did that night. 

the frame it’s held safely in is one you hand painted. black, chan’s favorite color, with red and pink hearts decorating the border of it, completed only by a squiggly drawing of a kissy face courtesy of changbin. 

chan loves it. of course he does, and you don’t even mention when his eyes get a little foggy. changbin spares him no such grace, poking and prodding at all his well-known ticklish spots. anyone on the outside would think changbin is just messing around, but you see it for what it is. your surprisingly tender hearted symbiote doesn’t want his beloved host to cry. 

“wait wait wait, what’s that?” chan asks, craning his head to peek into your open bag. you snatch it back again and hold it to your chest protectively. 

“it’s for later, if you’re good.” a tease, a promise. 

“We Are Good. In Fact, We Are Great! Right, Chan?” 

changbin elbows chan in the ribs and your oldest boyfriend’s eye only twitches for a second. “yep! yes, right, we’re the best. so, haha. ah, gosh. now? can we see now? is it- um. naughty? is it?” 

“We Are Babbling Like A Loser.” 

“keep going!” you smile, pulling the chair from the wooden table and sitting down to observe. you rest your chin in your hand. “i like it. you get all red, it’s really cute.” 

chan sighs then, but there’s a dimpled smile tugging at the corner of his lips. he tongues his cheek and places his hands on his hips. changbin copies him but dials up the sass, a cock to his hip and a jut of his scarred chin. a tendril swims behind them, connecting them together from the back. “you’re a menace, you know that?” 

a proud one. chan is easy to tease, and he likes you that way. 

chan may call you a menace, but he still plates your dinner first before he plates his own. he may call you a menace, but he looks at you fondly, so fondly, across the table while the three of you eat, soft dimpled smile and kind eyes. you have a lot to talk about, the two of them have even more, but you’re not worried. you have forever to figure it out after all. 

the water sloshes in the sink when you toe your way to their bedroom. you’re walking slowly enough to get their attention, bag held primly in your hand, and you can tell by the frantic clinking of the soapy dishes that changbin has seen where you’re headed. 

“Dry Faster.” 

“knock it off, damn, what are you even-?” 

you cut your eyes at the last minute to see a thick tendril smack the side of chan’s face and turn his head towards you. it stays there, squishes the skin of his cheek as you stop in the doorway of their bedroom. 

“oh,” chan says. “oh.” 

“Yes Oh. We Are Going To Die. There Is Something Scandalocious In There, I Can Smell It.” 

changbin doesn’t know exactly what it is that you have in your bag, but the anticipation he must have felt from you through your bond earlier surely was a big enough hint. the anticipation, the sneaky, smug excitement coursing through your veins at the mere sight of the delicate, pink box. you tried not to let yourself think about it so that changbin could be just as surprised as chan, just the thought of your new little spicy getup would have the symbiote curious and snooping through your head to find the culprit like a private investigator in no time. 

“okay, well. i’m going to freshen up. you two have some things to discuss while i’m gone, don’t you?” 

and with that, you’re off. you don’t spare them another glance as you step through the bedroom doorway and lock yourself in the ensuite bathroom. a shower isn’t necessary, you took one earlier, an everything shower, full of shaving and exfoliating and getting just a little bit lightheaded from the steam. changbin called you a steamed dumpling, and you felt the part. 

your dress falls with a fwump to the tile floor of chan and changbin’s bathroom. your lace socks next, leaving you in your bra and underwear. the tile is cold enough now on your bare feet that you shiver where you stand, but you’re too focused on taking the dainty box out of your bag to care about the goosebumps littering your skin. untying the ribbon holding the box together sends another zing of excitement through your body. 

rosy red. sultry, provocative, intimate red. a compromise between the black that chan loves so much and the pink that changbin prefers. 

the fabric feels delicate underneath your fingertips. petal soft lacy details adorning mesh. it’s a two piece set, a bustier with a matching thong. you unhook the bra you’re wearing then, elastic straps slipping down your shoulders and falling to the tile. the chills migrate then, rising up your arm and causing your hair to stand on end. your sensitive nipples feel it too — the chill of the bathroom tightens them so quickly that it makes your cunt pulse, a slow throb in your panties as your nipples harden into pretty peaks. 

you’re getting distracted. your new little outfit isn’t the first stop on your tour, after all. you reach into your bag and find the small drawstring bag sitting heavy at the bottom. much like your new lingerie, this sends another zing of anticipation through your body, already so excited for what’s to come. 

the glass is cool in your hand when you take it out of its pouch. a squeeze of your palm has the glass warming, and you feel the hefty bulge of the base pressed into your skin.

this anal plug isn’t your biggest one. in fact, it’s your smallest, three inches and baby pink with a flared, heart-shaped head that always peeks so cutely out of your hole. you’d have gone all out and used your biggest one, but you know you’d get petulant complaints from chan and changbin both over not being able to stretch you themselves. 

their bathroom isn’t exactly ideal for stretching yourself on your fingers and stuffing your ass with a plug to prepare for getting fucked. it’ll do, there’s lube in the shower and underneath the sink, but you have to admit you’d rather be in their bed, preferably spread out on your back with their hands trailing over your writhing, sweaty body. but you’ll make do, you always manage. 

the bathroom counter is cold when you lean down to brace yourself against it, breasts squishing against the quartz countertop as you scramble for the lube you grabbed from underneath the sink. the first touch of your fingertips to your rim has you jolting, hot breath smoothing across the counter when your mouth opens in a silent cry. the first knuckle of your first finger has you clenching, but the intrusion is easy enough to push through. you feel dirty, naughty. preparing yourself to get fucked in the ass while your partners are unknowing, somewhere on the other side of the door. 

the addition of a second finger has you shifting up onto your tiptoes, forehead now pressing into the cool quartz counter like it’s a tether. your fingers are so wet that the lube clicks noisily every time you thrust, ass tight and sucking your own digits right back in whenever they pull back. embarrassingly enough, your cunt is just as hungry. it clenches greedily, pathetically untouched until your body decides to satiate it with a drag of your hand, fingers of your other hand lowering to rub quick circles over your aching clit. 

it almost brings you to your knees. the wobbling of your legs worsens the longer you touch the wet place between them, and you have to physically force yourself to pull your fingers away. you stick them between your lips instead, tongue lapping at your already pruny digits and tasting your tangy sweetness. they pop from your lips when you tug them out, scrambling instead now for the anal plug and reaching behind you with your second hand. it hits you that you should probably lube the plug too, but you’re too desperate to wait, too keyed up for logic, so you yank the plug away right before it touches your rim and bring that to your lips in place of your fingers. your tongue lolls out of your mouth with a reedy whine, lapping immediately at the cool glass and plunging it between your spit-slick lips to get it wet. 

the fingers of your other hand already slick with lube spread your cheek when you bring the plug back around to your rim. it’s a bigger stretch than your fingers, bulbous and thick as it slips inside your ass with a nasty, wet noise. you play with it then, incapable of ignoring the stretch of your smallest hole, pressing your slippery fingers shakily against the heart and pulling at it so that the bulb tugs meanly on your rim. 

“fffuh- oh, hnn-! stop. stop, stop it.” 

a shake of your hazy head, a glance into the mirror to see you pressed against the counter like a slut. only there’s no one behind you keeping you there, plowing into your cunt or your ass, tugging you back by your shoulders with knobby fingers and a tough grip. 

it takes a moment for you to regain the feeling in your legs and stand up straight. you use your wrist to bump the faucet and turn the water on, swiping your sticky fingers under the spray to rid yourself of it and then dabbing the cool water onto your heated face to bring you back from the clouds. 

you’d managed to knock the box of your lingerie to the side of the counter, so you dry your hands shakily before reaching for it again. finally. taking the top garment from the box isn’t as daunting as you thought it might be. two mesh cups along a satin bustier, a lace-up back that only has you fretting for a second. there’s no way you can lace up the corset on your own, so you’ll have to lace it up before you put it on and tighten it when you’re done. you feel goofy enough that it pulls a slightly hysterical laugh out of you when you shimmy the garment over your head, maneuvering it as gently as possible to not undo the lace back. the niggling thought that it’s not going to fit gets squashed and tossed away as soon as you’re able to pull it down past the twin swells of your chest. the bustier is relatively easy to adjust then, so you spend the next few moments plucking at the mesh and moving your breasts so they fill the cups perfectly. the lace back still remains intact, but your arms still twinge when you reach behind yourself to tighten it and tie it up. 

“ooh-?!” it’s punched right from your throat as you pull the strings to tighten the back. it straightens your posture, pushes up your already accentuated breasts. you throw an appreciative look towards the mirror when you finally see how it looks on your body. 

the red panties are just as beautiful as the bustier you’re wearing. intricate and ruby red, with a golden cherry gem dangling from the lacy, heart embroidered hem. it’s only when you’re tightening your hole, lifting your leg, and bending over slightly to step into them that you realize you probably should have started with the underwear. 

“oh, shit,” you wheeze. you didn’t tie the corset too tight, but it’s tight enough that it’s a little uncomfortable to bend over in. “oh, shit. this was a… big mistake.” 

it takes you a couple tries to finally tug the panties all the way up your legs, but you’re proud of the end result. you move the elastic straps until you’re happy with how they look, wiggling your hips to make the cherry gem dance with you. 

the mirror isn’t always your favorite place to look. always too transparent, too honest when you might not want it to be. tonight, you’re happy with the reflection looking back at you, smug even, elation bubbling in your belly when you think about just who you’re dressing up for and how good you look. checking yourself out and posing in the mirror doesn’t always feel this good either. you spin on your heel and lift up onto your toes to perk out your behind, red thong disappearing between your cheeks the lower you look and nudging right against your plug. the back is laced up a little wonky, but who really cares about that when your ass is the main star? for how good your tits look, sitting pretty and poised in their bustier, they’re not the star of the show when it comes to your front, not to you anyway. 

that goes to the cutout on the front of your panties. heart shaped and cut right below the dangling cherry. it would show bare skin if you were clean shaven, but you’re not, so in place of bare skin is coarse hair, curly and thick. 

if you were to reach further below the heart, you’d find your pubic hair matted and wet in the confines of your panties, sticky and bubbly with your juices. 

you’re wet everywhere, you realize, cunt and ass soaked and ready to be taken care of. you’d be more uncomfortable with the sticky feeling between your legs if it didn’t get you so fucking worked up, if you didn’t know that chan and changbin would lose themselves drinking from you, sweet nectarine. 

chan’s bathrobe hangs on a hook behind the door, so you wrap yourself in that before taking a deep breath and twisting the doorknob. 

chan and changbin are sitting on the edge of the bed talking in hushed voices, but their heads snap in your direction when the wooden door creaks open. 

“what are you boys talking about?” 

“oh wow, hey,” chan breathes. he stands up abruptly and changbin follows right behind him. the robe you’re wearing isn’t sexy, downy and white and stopping right past your knees, but chan’s always been a bit of a dog for you wearing anything of his, robe included. he walks his way to you slowly, stopping right in front of you and taking you in with deep, warm, brown eyes. his hands find your hips and they squeeze over the robe. “you’re beautiful, honey. we, ah. um-”

“Mmm, We Talked A Little,” comes changbin’s voice suddenly from behind you. inky hands come to rest just above chan’s. they’re bracketing you, caging you into each other, and there’s no place you’d rather be. “Chan Wants To Have Intercourse With Me~” 

“oh my- oh my gosh, why would you say that word? don’t- please don’t ever say that again. you can literally say anything but that, okay? yeah. yeah, so.” 

“He Wants To Put A Bun In My Oven.” 

“oh, does he?” it’s paired with a laugh, and chan sheepishly knocks his head against your chest with a that’s not what i said! 

changbin giggles something mischievous into your neck, and he pairs it with a slow lick up to your earlobe. his lips join the mix, kissing your skin wetly as you tilt your head to the side to give him more room. chan stays where he is and watches the two of you with hungry eyes, rubbing your hips and kneading the skin until you start rocking with the movement. it isn’t until changbin takes a deep whiff of the air that chan seems to be shaken from his daze. changbin cocks his head and inhales again just as he slips one hand from your waist. the touch of his hand to the palm of yours doesn’t surprise you, but your heart does pound hard in your chest when he begins to lift it up to his face. changbin brings your fingers to his nose and breathes deeply, an even deeper rumble leaving his chest at what he finds. 

he can smell your juices from earlier, sticky fingers between your legs plucking frantically at your swollen clit. you thought you washed the scent of it off, but apparently not good enough.  

you watch changbin out of the corner of your eye and tilt your head back onto his shoulder. his own milky eyes are heavy lidded, black pupils shaking as his gaze shifts darkly from your fingers to chan standing in front of you. he moves your hand away from himself then, brings it from his own face and to chan’s beautiful nose so that his host can smell you too. 

chan’s thumb presses tenderly to the longest line in your palm right as he closes his eyes to breathe. you can tell when it hits him. the flutter of his lashes, the slight curl of his lip. chan takes another deep breath but must decide that breathing in your scent isn’t good enough. the shock of warmth pulls a soft keen from your lips, the flit of a silky tongue against your fingertips. chan has sucked two of your digits into his mouth to get even the faintest of tastes, lapping at your fingers and licking between them, no nook or cranny left uncovered. 

“baby…” you breathe. your chest is heaving. changbin doesn’t complain when you lean your weight back onto him, just wraps his arms further around your waist and kisses harder at your dewy neck. “baby. my babies. channie, changbinnie. the- the robe. take it off of me, look at me.” 

you pull your fingers out of chan’s mouth and he puckers his lips against the tips of them as he eyes changbin, two sets of diligent hands immediately pulling at the robe to rid you of it. it falls to the floor in a rumpled pile, and there you stand in all your glory, all dolled up and still soaking your panties. 

“Holy Shit!” changbin hollers. “I Was Right! Scandalocious, Chan. Is That A Thong?! Chan. Chaaan...” changbin’s neck elongates and lifts right over your shoulder so he can whisper loudly into chan’s ear. “We Are Going To Cum In Our Pants.” 

chan nods, a bobble headed thing. “yeah, mate. yeah, yeah, like, right now.” he says it with a laugh, but his eyes are wild. his cock is tenting said pants. “baby, this is- this is unreal. look at you…” 

“look at me,” you smile, tilting closer to him on your toes and kissing his lower lip until he ducks his head to press both of his lips to yours. 

“c’n you turn around? show me the back?” chan asks. 

you turn slowly, a coy look in your eye when you turn your back towards him. you arch your back then, presenting yourself, and chan squeezes a cheek in return. changbin’s eyes roam your front now that you’re facing him. you’re preening like a sun-warm kitty cat, arching into their dark gazes to show yourself off for them. changbin is the one purring though, tracing your curves with thick fingers and thumbing gently at all the different fabric textures covering your body. 

“So This Is What You Were Hiding From Me Earlier?” another cock to his head, a sly grin that accentuates the smiley shaped scar on his chin. changbin bares his teeth to you with a silly growl when you touch it. “Sneaky One. You Are More Beautiful Than The Stars In The Sky, Little Morsel.” 

you moan at that, happy to be a tasty mouthful for them, leaning into their heady touches and lifting your own arms to grip at them, one curled tightly into chan’s hair as he kisses across your back, the other grabbing at changbin’s thick shoulder as he tilts your chin and meets your mouth with his. they work in tandem, a host and his symbiote, walking you to the bed in even steps and laying you down before taking up the spaces on either side of you. it’s even more intense like this, their fervent lips and roaming hands already making you squirm where you’re laying. 

if changbin could smell you earlier, he can surely smell you now, cunt drooling into your pretty panties as you’re passed between them and kissed breathless. changbin mouths tenderly between your shoulders just as chan wraps his fingers around your neck. not to choke, not now anyway, just to hold you in place. 

he kisses you deeply, fat pink mouth slipping over yours, warm tongue probing inside to taste and explore, lapping the ridges of your teeth, your ticklish soft and hard palates before he laves his tongue wetly against yours. chan kisses like he does everything else in his life, wholeheartedly, intensely, with a diligence that not too many people possess. he presses his thumb into your jaw to turn your head slightly, mouthing down to your neck so changbin can lick his way between your lips in his place. 

changbin’s onyx colored hand slips between your spread legs that you’ve thrown messily over theirs. he swallows the wet gasp that leaves your lips, laps it right from your mouth and replaces it with his tongue. he knows what you like even when he’s not using you as a host, all too knowledgeable about your wants, your desires, because he’s learned them with chan.

you feel it when it happens, and your squirming intensifies as changbin’s tongue elongates in your mouth. he hums, leans further over you and touches your cheek to fuck the slimy appendage into your mouth deeper. your tongue swirls against his too, licks him messily until it finally probes far enough to make you gag. changbin pulls back only then, smile pressing into your spitty lips when your throat contracts again. 

“f-fuck, that’s good,” you heave. you’ve barely managed to swallow the viscous spit filling your mouth before your face is being angled back towards chan. it’s wet, wetter than it was previously, your lips meet with a messy sound that has your thighs clamping shut around changbin’s hand. he hasn’t gone too far either. your eyes are closed but you can sense that his are open, heavy lidded and enraptured by the sight of you and his host, even as he presses slow kisses up your neck, your cheek. 

he’s dangerously close to your lips so your head begins to turn in search of his mouth, but chan keeps you still with a steady hand. 

it’s only when chan’s lips slip to the corner of your mouth that you realize what he’s making room for. all you can do is clutch onto their arms when chan licks inside your mouth only to be chased by changbin, tongues meeting in a messy tangle between the three of you in your desperation. it’s gross, air humid with heavy breaths and lips slick with bubbling saliva, but it’s one of the best things you’ve ever felt. chan’s nose smushes against the side of yours and he pants against your open mouth; changbin takes the opportunity to lick between chan’s swollen lips, tongue dragging against yours before it trails to chan’s. a messy string of spit follows when he pulls away, snapping wetly but ultimately being intercepted by your tongue before it can stick to changbin’s scarred chin. 

your hips roll. changbin’s touch is insistent over your panties, back and forth, back and forth, a rhythmic motion because that’s what you like and because he likes the way your wetness feels on his fingertips. he’s working you up but playing with you too. 

changbin follows the wetness seeping down your panties, busies himself by sucking on the side of your drooping breast as his fingers trail lower and lower. you know when he finds it, can feel his thumb nudging at the glass of your plug. he perks right up with a bite to your tit, a mischievous grin overtaking his face at the yelp you let out. 

“Mm. A Treat. What Is This?” 

“what? what is what?” 

you don’t answer either of their questions because changbin shoves you onto your stomach between them, rolls you right over and tilts your hips up with helpful tendrils sprouting from his back. 

your thong gives it away the moment chan’s knobby fingers spread your cheeks. you turn your head to look over your shoulder, flutter your eyelashes with a bite to your bottom lip. chan’s gaze is locked onto where you’re spread open, pretty glass heart peeking from between your asscheeks and keeping you ready. chan thumbs at it then, tugs slowly on the heart until it eases from the clench of your hole, stopping just where the fattest part of the plug holds you open. 

“ohmygod,” you whimper. “oh my god, fuck me.” 

“yeah? y’wanna get fucked? this what you were doing in the bathroom while bin and i spoke outside, huh?” 

your eyes roll. you’re pretty sure you’re drooling onto chan’s pillow. “yes! yes, baby, i- i wanted to help. please, hnn- please, i wanna get fucked, p-please do it.” 

changbin angles your hips higher and pushes your panties to the side. you’re a spectacle like this, cunt pudgy with your legs pressed tight the way they are. your mouth isn’t the only thing that’s drooling either - you can feel yourself like this, pussy desperate and leaking the more your boys play with you, move you around and handle you. 

“arch your back. yeah, yeah, like that. good job, honey. giving us something so pretty to look at…” 

it’s all you wanted. to be looked at, desired. the arch of your back pokes your ass out, exposes your throbbing clit, hungry pussy, the baby pink heart plugging up your winking asshole. chan breathes a rough curse as he tugs on the plug again, pausing right where the widest part holds you open. another curse, and he’s ducking down to tongue at the thin skin of your tight rim. you feel yourself gape slightly when your hole finally releases the plug with a wet pop; your rim contracts, arhythmic winking met with a deep rumble from changbin’s bulky chest. 

chan’s warm, silky tongue fucks inside before you contract again, his heavy hands spread your cheeks until the skin is taut, spitting on your rim and licking it messily. you’re already melting into the pillow when changbin’s mouth joins in, just lower, head angled to the side so he can suck on your pudgy lips and wriggle his tongue right over that sensitive clit of yours. their mouths are too much at once, so much it feels like you’re fading from existence entirely, eyes squeezed shut as broken cry after broken cry leaves your throat. 

twin fingers nudge at your asshole, probing inside to feel the stretch while a dexterous tongue flutters against your rim. you stretched yourself well enough on the plug that two fingers becomes three in no time, the ridges of chan’s bony knuckles making you see static behind your eyelids. 

“Yes. Yes, Get Our Sunshine Ready For Me.” 

you whimper, but it’s drowned out by the sound of chan clicking his tongue. 

“for you? nah nah nah, for me, come on! come on, i’m already- already here, so. so, it should be me.” 

changbin chitters something in his klyntarian tongue, a curse probably, an angry insult. if you could open your eyes you’d see them in a ridiculous stare off, spit and juices smeared across their handsome faces. chan still has his fingers in your ass. 

“For Me, Loser. You Owe Me. See? Good. We Are Nodding Our Heads. We Are Agreeing.” 

“you’re making me do that! stop- stop, you- cunt, fine! fine, that’s okay. i’ll fuck this pretty pussy any day, won’t i, baby?” 

“mhm.” it’s dazed and airy, a slurred little thing through your smiling lips. you reach behind yourself then to spur them on, hands pulling at the meatiest part of your ass so you can show them both holes. 

“no more waiting, sweetheart, okay? we’re gonna give it to you. right, bin? we’re gonna make you feel so perfect, baby.” 

you’re being moved again, picked up by cording, black tendrils and manhandled until you’re right on top of a naked chan. they’ve gotten you so fucked already that you hardly noticed that he managed to ditch his clothes at all, but the wet tip of his cock slipping against the sticky lips of your cunt couldn’t be missed if you tried. your hips roll in search of it, cunt hungry and desperate to be filled by him. a pitiful whine then, a pathetic scrunch to your face against his sweaty shoulder when you can’t get your movement right enough to find it. 

you can feel the bump of chan’s knuckles where he holds himself. “shhh, here. here, baby. just sit, yeah? got you. got it right here for you, ease down on it.” 

changbin helps you, saddles up behind you, right between yours and chan’s legs to guide your hips down slowly onto chan’s dick. you can feel him too, cock hard and warm against your backside. changbin looks more or less like a ken doll even in his humanoid form, a smooth mound between his legs, fat cock and heavy sac only appearing when he wants them to be seen or when he’s preparing to get intimate with you. 

changbin ruts his cock between your cheeks, his flared head catching wetly on your clenching rim. he’s waiting patiently for you, humming brightly and rubbing your back with slippery hands to help relax you while you’re getting used to chan’s length. a small pulse of your cunt has chan hissing through his teeth. you expected that, expected the swift smack to your ass he delivers even, but changbin makes a noise too, little purring cat. sometimes you forget that even though they’re inhabiting two separate bodies, they still feel each other through their bond. changbin especially, if you were to turn your head, you’d be able to see the floating black tendril that connects him to his host in more ways than one. he can feel chan’s pleasure as his own; the clench of your cunt sends a shock to changbin’s gut just as it does to chan. 

“bin- binnie, changbinnie,” you lift your head from chan’s shoulder as best you can to look at him, gaze shifting over your shoulder to blink bleary eyes at your favorite symbiote. “you now. please? you too. ‘m ready, baby.” 

the pressure of his cockhead at your rim makes your head swim. changbin watches you as he pushes into you, holding the base of his cock to ease himself inside. his own eyes flash primal at the sight of yours rolling, jagged, milky white taking the place of two almond shaped eyes and quickly returning back to normal. changbin fucks you slow; he knows exactly how you need it when you take them like this. the expert roll of his hips has you keening until he’s sunk balls deep inside.  

“Such A Tight Little Body,” changbin growls. “Tight And Wet. Mmm, We Like That. We Love It, Chan And I. Tell Us When, Buttercup.” 

it only takes a moment before you’re opening your mouth to beg. you can hardly breathe, spit clicking in your throat as the words tumble from your lips. they listen well when it comes to you. hard headed and stubborn when it comes to each other, but with you, they do as they’re told. a collective consciousness, shared intuition. chan and changbin move at the same pace, not hard, not yet at least, but deep. deep enough that you swear you feel them in your chest. 

you’re rocked with their motions, tits bouncing so hard that they slip out of the cups of your bustier, nipples brushing against chan’s tiny ones as you’re jolted. when you look down at him, he’s already looking at you, warm eyes full of something beautiful that took you years to find. he kisses you then, eyes still open but drooping all the while. 

“ride that dick, baby,” chan grunts. his face is pink, ears and neck matching. it bleeds down his chest too, a combination of effort and the dirty words coming from his mouth. “fucking- love when you do it like that. when you clench. do it for me? yeah, fuck. oh my gosh.” 

you work your hips with them, desperation finally peaking and causing you to rut into the feeling of their cocks battering inside of you, tenderizing themselves with your body. you shift up onto your palms and use chan’s muscular chest for leverage to bounce harder. 

“fuckmefuckme, yeah!” your elbows almost give when you sit yourself back fully onto changbin, so he pulls you back against his chest with a hand underneath your jaw. 

“What Was It You Called Yourself That One Time? Hmm? An Anal Princess?” 

that’s exactly what you called yourself, dick-dumb and babbling like it was all you were good for, chan’s cock speared in your ass while changbin lapped at your clit. you came so hard you almost knocked yourself off the bed, cunt completely empty and begging. 

“yes, yes i- your- ohmygod, your cocks feel so good. your cocks feel so fucking good,” you cry. 

you’ve lost the ability to hold yourself up, only held firmly in place by changbin’s arms around your chest and belly and chan’s hands planted on your bucking hips. your fingertips brush against chan’s abs, his heaving chest. 

a distant crash from the kitchen startles you enough that your body locks up. chan and changbin groan in unison, hips kicking, cocks grinding. you only realize it’s changbin’s doing when he shushes you gently, a spindly tendril entering your periphery with something colorful in its grasp. you tilt your head to the side as it brushes your hair away from your ear. something soft presses to your cheek, angel soft, cool against your heated skin. 

“Look At This, Chan. A Flower For Our Flower.” 

changbin guides your hand so you can feel it. the stem of a flower tucked primly behind your ear, soft petals kissing the side of your face. it must be one of his roses from earlier, maybe one of the other sweet scented flowers from chan’s bouquet, but it has a new warmth swirling in your belly. the feeling of daintiness in contrast to the way you’re using your body, light and gossamer in the arms of your two most beloved. 

“the prettiest flower,” chan confirms. one of his hands smooths up your writhing body to cup your cheek. his fingers don’t reach for the flower tucked over your ear; all he reaches for is you. “our pretty flower.” 

changbin smiles into your hair, noses behind your other ear and kisses you there. you tilt your head back onto his shoulder and blink dazedly at the ceiling. 

you feel pretty. you feel beautiful. delicate and delectable in your rosy lingerie even though your tits spill from the cups and your juices stain your panties. the way changbin and chan touch you lights you on fire, the need to cum so all consuming that it takes your breath away, stuttering wetly in your throat. 

“fill me.” it’s whispered, just a breath of air directed towards the ceiling but growing louder, turning frantic in your sweet agony. you curl your fingers into changbin’s hair, plant your palm on chan’s chest. “please! please fill me, please cum in me. i want it, please, i re- really want it.” 

chan’s hips shake. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, whether he should keep one on your cheek or on your hips or cup your tits. 

“you first, sweetheart,” he grits. chan’s dimples pop when he gnashes his teeth. “we want you to cum first, yeah? want you to do it. you’re makin’ such a- shit. haaah, such a pretty mess on my dick, you hear it? hear that pussy?” 

changbin nods your head for you, his thick fingers grip your chin to make your head bobble. “Yes, Daddy~” he mocks. whether it’s to tease you or chan, you’re not too sure. 

it does work though, chan laughs something airy and hysterical and your fingers fly to your clit. 

it’s swollen under your fingertips. your coarse hair is matted and sticky-wet, tickling your palm as you rub quick circles where you’re sensitive and pulsing. chan was right, you are making a mess on his dick, on changbin’s too, cunt talking just as loudly as the three of you are, craving all the attention. 

“hear it, hear it, i do. i- chan. channie, changbinnie... watch me cum. watch- watch me, please watch me cum on your cocks, please, ah-! pleasepleaseplease, ‘m there, i’m-”

cumming, you want to say, but the words don’t compute. your orgasm is whitehot when it hits you, turning you into a shaking, shivering mess. your body bounces. chan’s tip kisses such a sweet spot inside your cunt as changbin’s girth stretches your ass. your fingers rub until they can’t anymore, until the fluttering of your cunt turns uncomfortable, hand snapping away and trembling against chan’s abdomen. 

“fuck, it’s here. that’s all- nnnuh-! all i needed. keep clenching, fuckplease- baby, fuck, gonna cum- cum in this little cunt, yeah? yeah, y’want it?” 

“yeah. yeah, wan’ it,” you confirm. again and again and again, squeezing your pussy to milk him to completion. it contracts your rim too; you squeeze changbin just as you squeeze chan, but chan is the one to cum first, rutting sharply and cumming inside with a loud moan. changbin follows right behind him, pleasure doubling in his own body when their symbiotic bond is filled with the intense sensation of chan orgasming. 

you’re filled from both ends, used holes already beginning to leak pearly cum when changbin and chan’s dicks slip free of your sweet clutches. 

you collapse in a pile, one big, sweaty pile. chan’s arm pillows your neck, changbin’s wraps around your belly. he giggles against your ear and it tickles, so you scrunch your shoulder and reply with your own exhausted giggle. 

“If I Squeezed You Right Now, You Would Ooze Like A Cream Filled Donut. I Love Donuts. They Are Tasty.” changbin licks your cheek. 

“don’t say ‘ooze.’ that’s- that’s such a gross word, mate.” 

he tries, but chan’s argument is half hearted. he’s too sated to really fuss about something so trivial, knobby fingers scratching lightly through your bush peeking through the heart cutout of your panties like it’s his own personal sensory toy. changbin must be able to tell how relaxed he is because he’s gone from behind you in an instance, body disappearing completely as he seeps back inside of his host. you miss his unique warmth immediately, the feeling of his skin against yours is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. 

chan hums. changbin swims underneath his skin, breaching the surface in inky, black pools just like… he did to you the other day. 

your stomach swoops as you watch them. chan’s eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling as he continues to catch his breath. changbin bubbles through his arms, his abdomen, the middle of his chest where his frantic heart beats decrease to a thumping lull. changbin is exploring chan in his entirety, body, mind, and soul. you press a trembling hand to the middle of his chest, smiling softly when stringy, inky black reaches for your fingers before disappearing again. you think you’re watching something that’s never happened before; chan’s walls have lowered, glass castle shattered into pieces, finally allowing changbin to see, to feel. to know. 

“oh,” chan breathes. if you could wish for anything, it would be for chan to let himself bask in how it feels to be loved fully, from the inside out. “oh. this is nice.” 

changbin appears before your eyes just as he left, sturdy humanoid body materializing straight from chan’s and leaving them chest to chest. he eases to the other side of chan but keeps a leg slung over his waist. a tender touch to chan’s cheek makes you gasp, but the same touch is brushed against yours with changbin’s other hand. 

“This Is More Than Nice,” changbin shakes his head. he looks fondly down at chan and directs that same gaze to you. “We Are More Than Nice. We Are Perfect.” 

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Nonsexual Dominance with SKZ

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cw» gender neutral, d/s dynamics, dom!skz & sub!reader, trad!minho, sfw but some people might see some things as controlling or toxic- it's not meant to be and this is based off a MUTUAL agreement + set boundaries. if you dont like dont interact <3

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𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗

Makes you send him food pics regularly. On days where you genuinely don't want to, he won't push it, but for the most part he enforces it and will be upset if you don't send a pic. And this is only really because it means you didn't eat.

He loves it not only for the obvious reason of watching over you even when he's not around, but also because it reminds him to also eat. All those hours in the studio blur and it's only a matter of time before he completely loses track of time- but you and your meals are there to remind him :)

𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠

Ok hear me out, traditional husband!minho... If you don't want it, he won't push it but it works so well,,, If it's far enough into the relationship that the trust comes naturally, he'd sit you down to discuss your opinions on you staying at home all day and quitting your job and putting all the financial burden on him- because he wants that responsibility. He wants to take care of you so extremely.

The pleasure dom in him comes out specifically outside of the bedroom. He absolutely loves cooking for you and spoiling you with extravagant dinners & expensive gifts, and he loves just holding you close just because he can, but he expects you to do everything else in the house- or at least most of it. While he's willing to compromise certain chores, he wants to come home to the house being clean and clothes being washed and all that.

But he always makes it worth your while and spoils you rotten :( Cuddles you until you're absolutely sick of him (not) and tries to take you out on regular dates to spoil you (like while shopping at the mall or taking you out to a nice dinner)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗

Might sound kind of weird but hear me out- him telling you "no." I think Chris is one that would love to do this but has NO self control and therefore can't bring himself to unless he absolutely has to lol. But Changbin thrives off of it.

Don't get him wrong- he looves to spoil you. But he also loves that little spark in your eyes when you bat your eyelashes at him so prettily and ask him for something- only for you to get a gentle but firm "no" that makes your bottom lip puff out. & It's not that he doesn't want you to have whatever this thing is, it's more so that he knows there's a limit to being spoiled and no matter how much he loves you, you both need an occasional humbling- and he feels like you both could use a soft reminder of who let who have all the control

He'll always make up for it with sweet kisses and maybe a little tickling to make your pout go away, but his chest puffs out a little every time he gets to tell you "no"

𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗

Is the kind to having his hand on your body at all times, if you're more than an arms length away from him you'll be getting a certain look that discreetly reads "Get over here now." Sometimes will even curl his finger up in your direction- doesn't care if somebody is watching or even if he's in the middle of talking/an important conversation

He just likes to have you close, and he knows he needs that mental grounding that you offer more often than not. He's just confident about needing it, so he's not afraid to show everybody how much he loves you and needs you by his side

That being said, he will lead you around malls, museums, grocery stores, or hell even the other boy's apartments all with his hand either intertwined with yours or on some part of your body (usually your lower back) that lets him guide you around.

𝙷𝚊𝚗

He felt a little awkward at first bringing this up to you, but now that it's become a regular part of your routine, he lives for these moments: he loves when you sit pretty on his lap and shave his face for him. It's gotten to the point where he will refuse to shave himself at all for weeks on end if you aren't able to do it for him.

It makes him feel a bit more dominant than it should? considering he will see you have free time and point out that he needs a shave- which usually has you dropping everything to go do it for him. But he also sees it as him being loyal to you and you having an equal amount of "control" on his life. (Also you will catch him dead before you catch him complaining about his lover sitting in his lap for any amount of time lol)

Generally just domestic little acts of service that let him "command" you while also letting you have control over his life (that's really only obvious to you two, but that's more than enough for him)

𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡

Doesn't realize he likes it right away, but he loves to talk for you with strangers. He loves to order your food for you, order your coffee for you (sometimes even mobile ordering it so you don't have to talk to people if he's not available), carrying your clothes for you while you shop and being the one talking at the cash register- stuff like that.

Not only does this scratch that little dom itch in the back of his head because he's taking care of you while still being in "charge", but it also allows him to spoil the hell out of you with you knowing how much money he's spending on you lol. You get to sit pretty at his side and look at/play with the little trinkets by the register while he drops literal hundreds on you with a smile on his face.

𝚂𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚒𝚗

Sorry not sorry but he loves his non sexual punishments. No matter what you do in or out of the bedroom, he can and will find a way to punish you for it without having to lay a finger on you.

One of his favorites is making you write a sentence down over and over again. Kinda cliché "teacher" punishment but it usually gets his point across and prevents you from acting out (for like a week max lol). If he's particularly annoyed at you/frustrated he will make you write it in Korean & wont translate it for you more than once lol.

Another one he really likes is making you kneel on the floor instead of on the couch. He's not really huge on forbidding you from watching tv unless you want him to go that far, but you're not gonna be allowed to sit on the soft, comfy couch- you're gonna be kneeling on the floor, most likely by his leg so you can still cuddle up to him (he'll grant you a small pillow if it's a longer punishment)

𝙸.𝙽

Jeongin loves picking your outfits and your accessories for you. He's not usually too dominant out of the bedroom otherwise, and it's very rare that he is, but this is the main way he is.

Even before you two lived together, he would text you a grossly sweet good morning message and would include a comment about how you should send him a few outfits for him to choose from you to wear. But now that you guys are living together, he takes it upon himself to pick out an outfit for you while you're still in bed or in the bathroom waking up.

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