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p3achyt3acak3 · 8 days ago

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Best Friend!Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers✨️, Fluff ☁️, SMUT 🔞, Heavy on the Fluff and Smut 👀

Warnings ⚠️: Complicated feelings, Pet Names (Cutie, Baby Girl, Good Girl) Phone Sex, LIGHT Hair-Pulling, Masturbation, Whimpering, Feeling Needy, HEAVY Dirty Talk, Biting, Marking, Begging, Scent Kink, Size Kink, Body Worshipping, Oral Sex (Fem and Male receiving), Penetrative Sex, Breeding Kink, Changbin gets pretty vocal.. 🫡 PussyDrunk!Changbin, Soft to Rough Sex, Dom/Sub Dynamics

WC: 13.292K

If you choose to proceed, you are agreeing to partaking in filthy SMUT, you HAVE been warned ⚠️❤️✨️

"You're going to be gone for how long?"

After having just sat down to eat at a quiet little cafe the two of you had often visited, your best friend, Changbin, had just broken some pretty big news to you...

Big because, once again, he had held off on telling you until a few days before his actual departure.

"A few months.. We have a tour coming up. I meant to tell you earlier, but honestly.. I-" He looks away from you shamefully, fiddling with the buttons of his leather jacket. "I didn't know how to tell you.."

You arch a brow at this, scoffing in a playful manner to try and help bring his mood back up. He doesn't need to be sorry for being busy. You of all people, know how hectic and chaotic his life has been. And that's just it. He has a life outside of the one where he hangs out with you and makes you laugh with how big of a dork he is.

The two of you may be best friends, but that doesn't mean you get to be upset when you barely spend time together as often as you used to.

Your lives are very different.

That's okay.

"Oh come on, Bin.. We've talked about this. You can always come to me with anything. It's not like I'm going to take offense to you doing your job.. You have a life too, and I understand that." Trying to be optimistic and reassuring, you speak with sincerity, hoping it helps him feel a bit better.

"Yahhh, I get that, but, you're also someone close to me and it's not fair to leave you in the dark like thatttt." He whines, a silly pout puffing out against his cheeks.

Rolling your eyes, you whine back at him with the same energy, before adding, "Youuuuu have a lifeeee, Binnnn. Don't you dare feel bad for having a life."

The bickering that goes on between the two of you isn't anything new.

It's always been like this.

It's soft and light teasing, and you even occasionally flirt with one another, but things never go too far.. Never cross that invisible boundary that is, 'friends'.

"You're gonna miss me, right, cutie?" He suddenly chirps, once the conversation steers away from heavy and tense.

Rewarding him with another eye-roll, you fake a tear and hiccup. "Of course I'm going to miss my darling Dwaekki. How could I possibly live without him?" Like putting on a dramatic play, you play the part of the whiny damsel quite well, but not well enough, seeing as Changbin laughs at your poor attempt.

"Hey! This is serious! Don't laugh at me, you jerk! I'm actually going to miss you!" Although you're laughing right along with him while you scold him, so the gravity of the weight behind your words doesn't really land well.

"You'd be so bad at acting, I hope you know that." He giggles, throwing his empty cup into the trash can closest to your table.

"Pft. Like I need any acting advice from you, Mr.Idol." You retort, lifting an amused brow when he gives you the most dramatic look of shock.

For the next few days, it's hard to find a good time where both you and Changbin are available to hang out and just enjoy one another's company.

You'd figured that would be the case.

His schedule was slam-packed with all kinds of shit.

Yours.. Not so much.

All you really had to worry about, was attending your cosmetology classes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Turns out.. Whenever Changbin did have time to spare, you were always in class.

Whenever you had time to spare, he was out doing photo shoots or interviews with media companies.

It didn't bother you at first, but the day before he was supposed to leave for the next few months.. Reading that text that said, 'I'm sorry, something came up at the last minute.. Can't make it tonight.', left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Life sure had it's own way of saying that the two of you weren't really meant to spend time together right before his tour.

That night, you'd spent your time at home on your couch. Cheesy K-Dramas were roaring on your television, and a rather sizeable bowl of ice cream sat by your side.

The entire time you sat there in front of your t.v. though, you weren't paying a lick of attention to the drama.. The only thing that was running through your mind, was why you found yourself so bitter about not being able to see him at least once more before he left. Normally, you didn't care. It was like brushing sand off your shoulders. He had work, and this was apart of it. This also wasn't the first time he'd left to go on tour, leaving you behind for a few months.

So why was this time any different?

Why were you so hurt that you weren't able to at least give him a proper, 'See you in a few months!'?

By the time you'd snapped out of your own head, it was really late into the night, and your eyelids were heavy with sleep.

"Fuck.. I lost track of time.." You mumbled to yourself, hoisting yourself up from the couch to turn off the t.v. and take your empty ice cream bowl to the sink.

By the time you'd crawled into bed, Changbin had sent a text saying, 'On the plane now! I'll see you in a few months, cutie!'.

At this, your heart seemed to swell, and the feeling consumed you.

You'd meant to respond, but whatever just came over you had caught your undivided attention now.

What even was that?

Why did you feel so warm and fuzzy from a text he sent?

Not to mention the fact that he always sends you shit like that, so why is it only just now affecting you differently?

During the first few months that Changbin was away on tour with his group, he'd occasionally call you and sit on the phone for hours just talking about anything and everything. He'd mainly talk about his workout for the day, followed by how excited he was to perform for Stay, and would fill you in on some group gossip that he knew you'd get a kick out of.

You'd both go back and forth sharing things about your day, and then sit in silence, just enjoying each other's presence even if it was only through the phone.

Sometimes, if he wasn't too tired, he'd randomly turn his video on and you'd get to see him.

Every time you were able to see him, for some reason, your cheeks felt warm and butterflies began to dance around carelessly in your stomach.

After some brief talks with yourself, you'd chalked up all these feelings to be what you thought was simply missing your best friend more than usual.

Little did you know, that was far from the case.

Today was tough. Cosmetology was no joke if you were actually serious about trying to become a makeup artist. Unfortunately for you, the substitute for your usual mentor, was the one who gave you the most problems.

She was incredibly demeaning and rude. Always criticizing your work and telling you in a very passive aggressive way that you just need to be better or give up on your dream of becoming a makeup artist.

Today angered you especially.

Artists tend to get volunteers for assignments from time to time. People will come in and let the training artists work on their makeup, and then will be assessed based on how well or poorly they did. This wasn't new for you, in fact, the amount of times you'd personally worked on doing makeup for the random strangers that volunteered, could no longer be counted on just your two hands alone.

Your client today was a younger man, around your age if not younger. He had been incredibly shy at first, his voice barely heard whenever you tried to start a conversation with him. Though, once you asked him if he preferred a specific look, compared to the neutral one you were going to go along with originally, he had immediately perked up and began going into graphic detail about how much he loved bright and bold looks.

Seeing the joy that radiated from him while he talked about makeup and what looks made him happy, had put a smile on your face.

By the end of the session, he had pastel colors lining his eyes. A neutral pink lip gloss had been applied to his lips, and the cotton candy pinks and blues that sat lightly against his eyelids had nearly made you squeal with delight.

In your honest opinion.. This was probably some of the best work you'd done yet.

He was more than satisfied with the look too, saying he felt really pretty and comfortable.

Though, the mood was ruined completely when the substitute came over and visibly grimaced at what you'd done to the client's face. "This was not at all what you were assigned to do. What am I even looking at?" In a rather judgmental voice, she forced a frown on the young man's face. He had suddenly bowed his head down low, no longer comfortable now that someone had just criticized him.

Seeing this had angered you to no end, and while you wanted to shout some expletives her way, you knew it would get you kicked out of Cosmetology school faster than shit.

"I asked the client what he felt most comfortable with me doing. If a client I have is uncomfortable or unsatisfied with the look I have planned out already, I do my best to gather their input and go from there. I merely did what he was most comfortable with." In the sweetest voice you could muster, a fake smile was plastered against your lips.

No matter how hard you tried to defend yourself along with your client, the old hag simply didn't care. She'd given you a failing grade and had once again, not so subtly hinted that if you couldn't improve, then maybe this field of work wasn't what you were cut out for.

It had, in all honesty, pissed you off, and broken your spirit.

A quick fix though, was to go home and try and distract yourself.

With how busy you'd been lately, there was rarely a moment to yourself, so that also meant you were pent up and stressed.

Though, no matter how hard you tried to make yourself cum.. You just couldn't. For some reason, it was impossible to obtain at the moment, so you were left unfilled and needy.

When you tried to tell Bin that you didn't want to talk to him tonight, he had called you almost immediately though, completely forgoing the fact that you had literally just told him you weren't in the mood.

You're still laying in bed half naked when he calls, and although you intend to decline the call, you accidentally hit the accept button instead and mentally curse to yourself.

"What's wrong, cutie? You usually always want to talk to me.." Changbin's voice is soft and soothing from the other side of the phone, and for some reason, it only makes you want to cry.

Forcing yourself to regain composure, you sigh and rub at your temple, thoroughly frustrated with how things have been lately. "Just.. Haven't had a good time lately.. Don't worry about it Bin.." There's no use in trying to reassure him that everything is fine on your end, because he knows you better than that.

"Aht. Don't tell me not to worry. That's for me to decide, Jagi.." He tuts, voice now stern and making your cheeks grow warm.

Right now is not the time for your body to be acting up..

"Binnie.. Please.." Ignoring the new pet name he'd all of a sudden given you, the attempt to steer the conversation in a different direction fails completely.

"Don't shut me out, Jagi.. Talk to me. You don't have to go into explicit detail, but I need you to at least tell me what's going on with you." His voice is still relatively stern, yet there's an underlying softness that's making it hard for you to turn him down.

Breaking was easy, especially when it came to Bin. No matter what, he always managed to get you to talk to him about how you were feeling, even if you didn't want to talk about it.

You told him about your day, how stressed you were, how broken your spirit was because of that hag of a substitute. Everything and anything that was wrong, you told him, and he sat there, listening quietly.

"Oh Jagi.." He coos, voice low and attentive as you hear him shuffle a bit. He must be packing or something, at least that's what you can only assume, considering tonight is a night where he's not turning his video on. "Don't listen to people like that. You are amazing at what you do.. How about this. When I get back, I'll plan a day for just the two of us. We don't have to go out anywhere, we can just stay at your place and relax. You can do a makeup look on me if you'd like as well. I want to see what your work looks like in person." Breathing softly, his voice continues to lull out from the microphone, easing you into a state of calm and comfort.

The very thought of having a day with just him and nobody else, is far more enticing than it should be.

But you haven't seen him for a couple of months already, and he's supposed to get back next week..

"Please..?" It comes out far more needy and desperate than you intend it to, and you immediately cover your mouth when you realize it far too late.

You feel clingy.

Clingy is not something a lot of people like.

When a soft curse rings out from the other end of the call. One that's breathy and labored, your attention is back on Changbin. "Binnie..? Are you okay?" In a soft and curious voice, you ask him what's wrong, and he just laughs softly into the mic.

"All good, cutie, was just settling into my bed for the night."

There's a silence that envelops the call, the words you had originally lined up to say depending on his answer, now lodged in the back of your throat.

You know you shouldn't be.. But you're imagining him laying down in bed, his phone propped up against a pillow while he talks to you. You wonder if that's all he's doing..

No..

You cannot do this.

He is your best friend.

"Can you keep talking to me, Jagi? Wanna hear your pretty voice.." Seemingly out of nowhere, Changbin calls out to you in a soft voice, his tone bordering on whiny.

That most certainly doesn't help with your current problem..

Not only are you still half naked in bed, having been unable to obtain an orgasm.. But your thoughts are all over the place, far from innocent and pure. Him talking to you like this is making it ten times worse.

"U-uhm.. Yeah.. I.." Having a difficult time trying to find something else to talk to him about, you stutter and stumble over your words.

"Yahh.. Sweetheart, take a deep breath. Don't rush, take your time. I'm not going anywhere.." Soft reassurances flow through your ear from Changbin, and your heart is racing so fast that it feels like it'll burst from your chest at any minute.

As much as you try to center yourself and go back to thinking of purer, more family-friendly things, the way he's talking to you, soothing you, has a familiar feeling beginning to bubble up in your gut.

"I.. I went to the cafe today.." Unable to think of anything else to say, the first thing that comes to the forefront of your mind comes tumbling past your lips, a stutter still evident in your tone.

"Hmmm? Oh really? You never go by yourself.. You must really miss me, huh?" He teases. You can practically see his smile through the phone while he says this.

He's teasing you, playfully flirting with you as he always does from time to time.

Normally you'd quip back with something just as playful and snarky, but right now, you're feeling far from it.

"Yes.. Yes, I do miss you, Binnie.." You find yourself admitting in an almost breathy sigh.

Silence takes over the call once again, though the wetness in between your legs is making your brain foggy, so you don't care. How is it so easy to resort you to nothing but a mindless puddle when he's just acting how he normally does..?

"Yeah..? How badly do you miss me?" Now it's his turn to sound breathy. It makes you oh so curious, but also, the idea of being kept in the dark is oddly exciting to you, so you answer him with as much honesty as you can possibly muster.

"More than usual, Bin.. Been so stressed lately.." The urge to run your hands down in between your legs.. To roll your clit around with your fingers until you're whimpering.. It's becoming stronger and stronger, and yet, you hold yourself back, instead choosing to bite down on your bottom lip.

A mix between a sharp intake of breath and a groan comes from his end of the phone, and now you're almost certain that what you're assuming, isn't entirely off base.

"I have a good way to deal with stress, if you're up for it, sweetheart.." Even more breathless than before, Changbin makes a suggestion that has your ears burning, brain melting into motionless mush. All you can do in response, is hum, no words used.

When he hears how out of breath you sound, the things it does to him..

"If at any point, you get uncomfortable, or want to stop, you tell me immediately, okay baby girl?"

Hearing him address you as such, pulls a whimper from the back of your throat, though it's a quiet one. Your legs are trembling, and you just know your bed is already a mess.

Hearing you whimper that way, is only egging him on even more. He's determined to take your stress away, even if it means finally crossing over the boundary line of 'friends'. When you respond back to him with another whimpered hum of approval, he smiles.

"That's a good girl.. You listen so well."

The praise drives you up the wall. He'd known for a long time that praise was always something you enjoyed, except it was for everyday things. Guess it carried over into sexual intimacy..

"Fuck.. You sound so needy right now baby.. You weren't kidding when you said you were pent up.." His voice is straining, head thrown back against the headboard of his hotel bed carelessly. He's getting wrecked from your noises alone. He can only imagine just how wrecked he'd be if he were able to see you..

That thought, gives him an idea.

"Jagi, can you do me a favor?" Regulating his breathing, he manages to ask this of you, hoping you'll be up for it.

"Mhm.." Your response is slow, drawn out, like your mind isn't all there, and just imagining that is making him unbearably hard.

"Turn your camera on for me?"

This has your legs wobbling, heart hammering against your chest like an uncontrollable beat of a drum.

Obliging in his request though, you do your best to set up your phone so that it's in a decent position, before you weakly pull your blankets over the already naked lower half of your body.

When your camera turns on, you hear him inhale sharply, before another soft curse echoes and bounces around in your ears. You wiggle your legs beneath the blanket and subconsciously bite down on your lower lip, somehow forgetting that your camera is on.

"You already look desperate baby girl.. God I wish I was there.. You want to know how I'd help you relieve your stress?" He asks, eyes locked onto the movement of your legs beneath that thin blanket that's embracing you like a cocoon.

It's embarrassing just how pathetic you sound when you beg him to tell you. Really, just how far gone are you..?

To him, your begging is like a siren's song, calling to him, luring him, forcing him to abandon all previous guilty thoughts from consuming his mind. It was clear to him that you wanted this.. Rather, needed this.

His eyes screw shut for a moment, hand wrapped firmly around his aching cock. He wants to see more of you, but finds himself far too shy to ask.

While he can be a bit demanding at times, as a joke.. When it comes to situations that closely relate to this one, the words seem to die on the tip of his tongue.

This, is not a joke.

It's real.

Very real.

You can sense the hesitance on the other end of the phone call. You know Bin, you've known him for a few years now if not more. You know all of his tells, what makes him tick, what he can and can't do. Ordering people around isn't one of his strong suits.. Not unless you give him a little push..

Taking it upon yourself to move things along, seeing as you're desperate at this point, you shift the blanket away from your trembling legs, slowly. The cool air of your bedroom crashes against your legs, making you hiss softly, but still the blanket continues its descent. When you're finally uncovered fully, it takes you all but a few seconds before your legs are spreading lasciviously, hooded eyes avoiding the camera even though you know his isn't on.

It's embarrassing, in a way. He's been your best friend for so long.. Never in that time period, has he actually seen you naked.

With warm cheeks, you sit there, wet, bothered, laid bare before your phone, hoping and praying that he doesn't feel disgusted by you.

"Oh.. Fuck..." Comes a whiny, breathless moan from his side of the call. "Baby.. Fuck.. You don't know how hard you're making me right now.." He continues, barely coherent enough for you to understand.

You reward him with a soft whimper of your own, hand twitching when you try to let it fall in between your legs, but suddenly stop.

Fuck.. This is so wrong..

"Baby." His voice is firm and much lower than it had been before, and it makes you feel like you've been put on the spot.

Without acknowledging the camera, a soft hum is what answers him.

"Look at me, pretty girl.." In a much softer voice now, Changbin coos, encouraging you to lift your head and slowly look towards the camera.

His camera is now on, and you can see just how flushed in the face he is. His usually tampered down hair has now become slightly disheveled, and his plump lips are parted. If looks alone could make you melt..

"That's a good girl.. Keep your eyes on me. Can you do that for me, Jagi?"

How could you possibly say no when he asks in such a soft way..

Eyes glued to the screen, you watch him fumble with his phone for a moment, but only briefly, before it's propped up on what you assume to be, the hotel's bedside table, and your legs softly squeeze together at what you see.

He's laying back in bed, head resting against the headboard, while one arm is resting to the side of him, the other, is currently preoccupied.. Your eyes trail down until you see his hand, which is currently grabbing hold of his cock, which is noticeably hard and slightly flushed at the tip.

Unbeknownst to you, a small noise of approval slips past your trembling lips, which catches his attention.

"Lay back for me, sweetheart.. Want you to get comfortable okay?"

You almost don't hear what he says, but are lucky enough that it's somehow able to break through the barrier of fog that surrounds your lust-heavy brain.

Doing as you're told, you lay back against the soft feathery pillows that line your bed, getting comfortable as requested, before you sit and wait patiently for more instructions.

Why this is so exciting to you, is beyond comprehension at the moment.

That's a problem for future you to solve.

"There we go.. Fuck.. You're so wet.. Did you try to cum before I called you?" It's meant to be a teasing question. He doesn't actually believe you tried to achieve an orgasm earlier on in the night.

What he isn't ready for..

Is the small, 'Yes', that wafts through his ears.

He tenses. Pupils blown wide at the thought of you trying and failing to make yourself cum just moments before he'd called.

"Wanted to cum so bad, Bin.. Couldn't.."

You sound absolutely wrecked.

He swears he could cum just from hearing you alone.

But he wants to draw this out. Wants you to get the most pleasure from this experience as possible.

"My poor baby... Couldn't make herself cum.." Still teasing, he smiles softly, tongue darting out to wet his lips before gripping his cock once more. "Don't worry baby, I'll make sure you cum.. The only thing you're going to be thinking about by the end of the night, is how hard you came for me.."

From these words alone, you already can't wait.

You swear, the few times you had thought about what Bin would be like in bed.. Which had only recently started.. You never imagined he would be as vocal as he was currently proving to be. It seemed he liked to talk. To make you feel like he was actually there with you.

God.. Imagining him actually being there with you, face in between your legs, mouth latched onto your clit while he spelled his full name into your dripping wet cunt, was definitely an image you wanted to keep embedded in your mind.

"What are you thinking about, baby girl?" Changbin interrupts your short-lived fantasies, grounding you back to reality.

Where the sudden confidence came from, you're not quite sure, but the shy you was now gone, replaced with bold and brash.

"Want your face in between my legs, Bin.." It comes out as a whine, one that nearly makes him cum right then and there. Not only did you sound fucking hot, but telling him you wanted to have his face buried in that pretty pussy of yours, was almost too much.

That seems to get him going..

Like, really going..

"Can't wait to come back, Jagi.. Gonna give you exactly what you want.. Eat that pretty pussy of yours.. Make you cum on my tongue.. Fuck.. Wanna taste you so bad.." He rambles, head thrown back as he gets off on the image in his mind. "Gonna make you cum so many times from my tongue alone, baby girl.. Gonna make you call my name over and over an- Shit.." Hissing, he has to let go of his cock momentarily. He'd almost made himself cum, and that's not the point of why he's even doing this in the first place.

Tonight is about you. His pleasure comes after.

"You really don't know what you do to me, Jagi.. I'm going crazy over here.. Wanna feel your pussy wrapped around my cock so so bad.." He whines dejectedly, hips thrusting up into absolutely nothing.

His arms look so fucking good to you right now. The way that they flex whenever he tenses up. God.. That, paired with the filthy words he's spewing, and the heavenly whines that grace your ears..

Finally, finally.. You don't hesitate or stop yourself when your hand reaches down in between your legs, fingers gathering up as much slick as possible, before allowing them to slowly brush against your aching clit.

"Oh God.." It's quiet, barely audible, but you see his lips moving and you read them well. The sight of you touching yourself is visibly having an affect on him.

You keep going, trying your hardest to keep your eyes set on him while your fingers lazily roll against your clit. Each soft touch makes you shiver and moan softly, and the thing that breaks the camel's back, is you whining his name when you rub your clit in a way that nearly makes you see stars.

"Wanna bury my cock in that pretty pussy baby.. Wanna hear you moan my name just like that.. Gonna fuck you so good.. Make you cum for me.. Feel you squeeze around me.. Mark you up.." At this point, he's just rambling. The filthy ways in which he talks to you, describes these things to you, is driving you mad.

All you can do is beg and plead for him to do all these things and more, all the while you continue to toy with your clit, fingers having been added to the mix. They're wet, covered in your own arousal, driving into your body with toe-curling pleasure.

Every hair on your body stands up, eyes watering with pent-up frustration and the need to cum.

You can feel the knot already beginning to build up in your stomach, but every time you think you're right on the precipice, it dies down and you're left whimpering like a dejected dog.

"Bin.. Need.. Need t' cum.. S-so.. Bad.." It comes out as a pitiful sob, tears springing to your eyes.

It's not that you aren't enjoying this, you really are..

God you are..

But you can't cum, and it's literally making you feel frustrated with yourself.

Almost immediately, Changbin slows down, hearing the desperation in your voice. He can see how watery your eyes are, how desperately you're fucking yourself on your fingers to try and finally reach that unobtainable orgasm, and it physically makes him ache to see you struggle.

"Baby girl.." He mutters, cock resting against his tummy while he tries to get your attention.

You stop all motions, peering into the camera with lidded dewy eyes, taking in the way sweat rolls down his biceps, how his chest is still rapidly rising and falling.. How hard he is despite being denied his own orgasm.

"There's my pretty girl, just look at me baby.. Listen to my voice, okay?" He's being so soft and gentle now. Compared to the filthy way he was talking to you not even ten seconds ago.

Easily, far too easily, you obey. You're head is so frazzled and heavy with lust and frustration that it takes you a minute to actually calm yourself down, but once it's obtained, you feel slightly better.

"You still want to cum for me, Jagi?" Still checking in with you, he asks this of you with a patient tone. He doesn't sound upset or angry. He doesn't even sound uninterested. He genuinely doesn't want to continue doing this unless you're comfortable.

"Please, Binnie.. Really need to.."

You even sound frustrated.. Right alongside desperate.

"Okay baby, can you lift up your shirt for me?" Once again, he's asking, not demanding.

It should be laughable just how easily you comply.

Lifting your shirt up, your breasts are freed from the fabric, bouncing just a little. Changbin sucks in a sharp breath on the other end of the call, but still manages to speak with a calm and soothing tone. "Good girl.. Now, I want you to play with your breasts a little.. Only use one hand.. I want the other hand to be playing with your clit, okay?"

His heart-rate has sky-rocketed. It's taking everything inside him not to start touching himself again, but he wants to focus on you.

No..

He needs to focus on you.

The way you slowly inch one hand up to play with and fondle your breasts, all the while your other one snakes down in between your legs, toying with your clit once more, has him shuddering.

Fuck.. He really thinks you're the prettiest. Even when you're all frustrated and desperate, on the verge of tears because you can't cum.

"That's my good girl.. Want you to go nice and slow for me, alright? Don't worry about not being able to cum.. I just want you to focus on how good it feels.. Can you do that for me?"

When he doesn't get a verbal answer, instead, just a simple nod of the head, he can tell you're already doing exactly as he requested.

You really were a good girl..

"There we go.. Want you to imagine I'm right there with you.. Want you to imagine it's me touching you like that.. Gonna give you kisses all over, baby.. Tell you how pretty you are, how beautiful you sound.."

The more he slowly and calmly explains everything, let alone describes everything, is painting a very vivid picture for you. The knot from before has finally resurfaced, but this time it doesn't feel so far away.

All you have to do.. Is keep listening to him talk, imagine everything he's explaining, then you'll finally be able to cum..

"You sound so fucking pretty.. Are you close, baby girl?" He can tell by the way your moans rise in pitch, that you've once again grown close to being pushed over the edge. He wants to hear it, wants to see it..

But he knows he also has to be patient.

"Mmm.. S-so.. Close.." You weakly mutter, eyes opening slightly to look into the camera once more.

When you look at him like that, he can't help but throw his head back, a rumbling groan being ripped from the back of his throat.

The entire time you've been playing with yourself, he'd finally resumed as well, going at the same pace you were to not only hold him back on his own orgasm, but to heighten the pleasure.

"Good girl.. Want you to cum for me.. Wanna see how pretty you look and sound when you cum baby.." His dirty talking picks up again, and he notices you've picked up the pace again, whimpering and quietly cursing.

He follows suit, stroking his cock while never taking his eyes off of you and your trembling body.

The knot feels like it's about to break apart at the seams. You swear you see white dots in your vision as well. Just this once, you're desperately trying to keep your eyes open so you can look straight at him as you come undone.

"Give it to me, please.. Need it so bad baby.. Please..? Please." Changbin is begging now, his own lewd noises picking up in volume. His head is thrown back against the headboard of his bed, eyes struggling to stay open and focused on you.

Who knew he could sound so heavenly when he was practically whining and pleading for you to cum for him..

"Shit.. Gonna cum, Jagi.." He warns in a high-pitched whine, his lips parted as his brows furrow together in concentration.

Rewarding his vocal warning with a whimper, you can't help but screw your eyes shut as the knot that felt on the brink of coming apart finally does just that. Your eyes are watery, leaking with satisfied tears, sweet cries, and whines of his name tumbling carelessly out of your mouth while your head is stuck on cloud nine.

You swear you haven't come nearly this hard for months, let alone years.

Intimacy wasn't a huge thing in your life.

The last boyfriend you'd had only really cared about his own pleasure and nothing else.

Following suit, Changbin falls apart when he hears how pretty you sound finally coming apart for him. Thick ropes of cum line the hand that's still subconsciously stroking at his cock, and the soft yet deep moans he releases are dripping with satiated hunger.

Fuck..

He hadn't meant to, but his eyes had screwed shut when you came, and he missed out on seeing how beautiful you looked during..

Both rooms are echoing with uneven breaths. He can hear just how windless you sound and wishes he could be there to help clean you up and give you the best aftercare. You really do sound tired now..

After a few beats of silence, he swallows thickly and finally moves to clean himself up.

God.. He really hadn't meant to make a mess like this.. Normally, he was smarter about these things. He was always prepared, but this time, it was more or less a spur of the moment thing that was driven by the insatiable need to cure you of your stress.

"Oh sweet girl.." He murmurs softly when he comes back into view of the camera, taking in your sleepy eyes. The fact that you still haven't moved an inch since coming apart really doubles down on the fact that he wishes he could be there to properly take care of you himself. "I know you're tired.. Really, I do.. But you gotta get yourself cleaned up, baby girl.." Practically cooing, he tries to urge you to stay awake for just a little while longer.

Your body feels mellowed out and weightless now. The stresses of the last few months have finally pushed past the sexual frustration, and all your body wants to do is rest.

He's right, though. Falling asleep in your own mess doesn't sound appealing in the slightest.

Feebly, you're barely able to hold yourself upright. Your legs feel like they'll collapse on themselves at any moment, but still, you push on, eager to get yourself cleaned up and taken care of so you can retreat back to the comfort and safety of your warm bed.

By the time you get finished with your business, now stepping back into the bed that had practically been giving you bedroom eyes, you're back in view of Changbin, who now has gray sweatpants on, a sleeveless black shirt covering his chest. When your sleepy eyes glide up and down the expanses of his arms, you hum softly. "Wanna bite your arms, Bin."

You sound drunk, but he knows it's just exhaustion. Still, the admittance makes him laugh quietly. "They're not for biting, though." With a raise of his brows, he looks at you with a heart-warming smile lifted up on his lips.

"Whatever.. Still wanna bite em" You lazily retort, now back to your snappy and playful self.

Burying your face in the plethora of pillows donning your bed, you're unable to keep your eyes open for much longer. The attempts you make to keep them open are all failures.

"You really are so pretty, Jagi.. Get some good sleep, I'll see you next week.." Just before you do doze off, Changbin whispers this into the phone, and your mind actually settles for once.

That's right..

He'll be back in Korea next week..

You know you shouldn't be so nervous to see him again. It's not like things had grown awkward between the two of you since that very dirty phone call last week..

He still texted you normally, still called you almost every night, nothing about him changed at all.

The only thing was, there was no more phone sex after that first time, and while, logically, you were fine with that, emotionally, you were starting to think that maybe things had grown awkward.

That was just you overthinking though.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

All of this.

Coming to his dorm with the other three he shared it with, gifts and snacks of all kinds perfectly donned in a woven basket.

Yet, before you could even knock on the door, someone had already opened it.

That someone had been none other than Chan.

"Oh? Didn't expect to see you here." Eyeing you up and down slowly(he's observing the basket of gifts), he takes a step back and lets you into the dorm, a soft smile on his face.

Offering a small smile in return, you thanked him for letting you through, before raising a quizzical brow at just how insanely quiet it was.

Having been here numerous times, this was perhaps the quietest it had ever been. Usually, things were chaotic. Once you put Changbin, Chan, and Han, all in the same room together, your sense of peace would be knocked down almost immediately. Not that it bothered you, nor did you mind. In fact, seeing Changbin in his element had brought you so much joy.

"Where is everyone?" With Chan following not too far behind you, he sucks in a short breath and laughs a bit awkwardly.

"Well, Han and Hyunjin are more than likely fast asleep in their rooms... Changbin, I think he went to the gym. He should be back in a few minutes, he's been gone for a bit."

"Ah.. I see. How was the tour for you guys? Did you have fun?" Trying to make small talk with Chan is always easy. He's someone who you know you can go to for a lot of things. He's kind of like a protective barrier for everyone in his group.

At this, Chan's face lights up almost immediately, and he starts to talk about how much fun he had. His love for his job and Stay genuinely is admirable, at least in your eyes.

Losing track of time, you hardly realize that your phone is ringing, until Chan points it out, laughing softly when you try and nearly fail, to wrangle your phone out of your pocket. The caller I.D. makes your stomach do back flips the moment you see who it is, and you have to excuse yourself from Chan's presence in order to not further embarrass yourself.

"Where are you, cutie?"

Almost immediately, your cheeks warm, and the basket of gifts you hold wavers in your hands.

Ever since that night, his voice has had more of an affect on you than you'd like to admit to yourself.

"Why you askin'?" Teasing him playfully, while also trying to keep where you're at a secret, you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the giddy laugh that threatens to slip past.

"Did you forget what I told you last week on the phone?" The smile is definitely there, you can practically hear it in the way he speaks.

When he asks this though, your stomach suddenly drops, panic zig-zagging it's way through your veins as you remember what he'd said. He was gonna plan a whole day for just the two of you when he got back, and it had completely slipped your mind.

"Shit.. I was going to try and surprise you.. I'm at your dorm with Chan." Cursing, you rush back out to where you and Chan had been sitting, only to realize he's no longer there. He probably went to sleep or work on music.. He always works so hard.

"Well that's definitely awkward.. I'm sorry I wasn't there, Jagi.. Do you need me to meet you halfway to your place?" There's a pang of regret slithering around in his stomach when he hears how dejected you sound. It was just a miscommunication thing. Both parties had tried to achieve a surprise for being back, but both had hilariously failed. When all was said and done, he knew you'd both look back on this moment and laugh about it.

Even though you protest heavily to having Changbin meet you halfway to your place, he does so anyway. That's what you aren't expecting when you nearly jump out of your own skin because he decided to sneak up behind you.

Though, you're far too busy really looking at him to be angry.

He's still the same Binnie you've known for years on end..

Just, seeing him in person after all the nasty things he said to you on the phone..

It's hard to actually not break eye-contact with him.

"No hug?" Pouting, he juts out his bottom lip, holding his arms out to you while making a grabby motion with his hands.

It takes a few seconds to process, but when it finally does, you rush forward and give him the biggest hug ever. Honestly, this one might just top all the hugs you've given him in the past.

"Any harder and you may choke me to death, Jagi." Laughing, he hugs you back, hard, but not so hard that he hurts you. It's comforting, safe, it feels like you're meant to be here, and honestly, you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

"Shut up and accept my hug.. I missed you." Releasing a soft breath into his chest, you smile and fake a pout.

You see him roll his eyes, but smile nonetheless. "Missed me, huh? Now where have I heard that before?"

What a low blow..

The comment makes your cheeks warm, eyes widening ever so slightly as you make an attempt to pull away and scold him for being a tease. Though, he doesn't give you the chance to escape his embrace.

"Nope. Not letting go. I just got you back, think I'm gonna make it that easy?" Ignoring your protests, he lightly drags you along with him, arm wrapped around your shoulders while he steers you back in the direction of your home.

You want to be mad at him.

You want to scold him.

But he's got a point.

Not to mention, you really don't want him to let go..

Only when you get inside, does Changbin finally release you from his grip, but it's only momentary. As soon as you set down the woven basket of gifts and snacks you'd prepared for him, he takes that opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you up, basically throwing your body over his shoulder with far too much ease.

"Bin!? What the hell!" You refrain from banging your fists against his back.

He has an image to uphold and the last thing you want in the news is claims of someone 'Mistreating Stray Kid', Seo Changbin.'

Even though you do put up a fight, he takes it with a grain of salt, effortlessly carrying you until he sets you down on the couch. Things move quickly after that, or at least that's what your brain thinks. It may just be the fact that your brain is processing things far slower than usual.

By the time you're both comfortable, Changbin has you on his lap, facing him, and the compromising position has your head feeling dizzy.

How and why was he acting so bold?

He just got back from tour..

Is he not tired?

"Bin I-"

"Can I kiss you, please?" Out of thin air, he asks a very daring question, making you pause what you were about to ask him yourself, eyes locked onto his own with a puzzled yet heavily excited way.

"What's up with you today, Bin..? You're being so-"

"Is it wrong for me to miss my baby girl after not having seen her for months?" His hands slide up the sides of your legs, resting atop your waist. "Is it wrong for me to want to kiss my pretty girl..?" Now he's not so subtly looking at your lips, before his eyes dart back up to yours rather quickly.

His questions catch you off guard.

All the 'My baby girl', 'My pretty girl', talk is going straight to your cunt, and it shouldn't be.

His hands are softly kneading at the meat of your thighs, coaxing you, assuring you that he promises not to be too rough with you, and that's all it takes for you to give him a small nod of the head.

Within moments after answering, his lips are on yours, and they're soft, gentle, non-invasive.

You're the one who gets far too eager in a matter of seconds. Your hands reach up to thread through his hair, tugging some of the strands as your lips move much harder against his own.

The soft whimper that comes from him as a result of you just tugging at a few strands of hair on his head, has you shaking atop his lap.

He makes such pretty sounds..

In general, he's so fucking pretty, both inside and out.

When he opens his mouth, your tongue effortlessly finds its way inside, melting against his in a dance that you can only call, 'I missed you.'

Both of you really had missed one another, that was very clear.

"You're so needy. What's up with that?" Bin laughs when you both pull away to catch your breath.

Not only do you find yourself embarrassed at just how right he is, but now you feel like you're doing way too much. You have to take into consideration that he just got back from a pretty lengthy trip.

"M' sorry, we can stop.. Just missed you a lot is all." When you try to remove yourself from atop his lap, his arms wrap around your waist fully, preventing you from moving any further. The puzzled look you give him only makes him shake his head 'No'.

"Wasn't telling you to stop. Wasn't even implying that either, Jagi.. Stay put for me." With lidded eyes, he pulls you back the few inches you'd managed to give way to, his lips smashing against your own once more. This time though, he breaks away early, trailing his lips down the expanse of your neck, rewarding you with soft kisses and small love-bites along the way.

As much as you try not to make noise, it's impossible. His lips feel amazing against your skin. He pulls sweet sounds from the back of your throat, your eyes screwed shut as he continues to mark your neck.

By the time he finally pulls away from you, he's panting very faintly, observing the work he's made of your neck. Each bite and kiss that he planted held so much behind it.

"Look so pretty.. Wanna give you more, baby.. Will you let me give you more? Please?" It's whiny and pitched, but he doesn't care.

All he wants to do is kiss and mark every single inch of your body.

Take his time.

Make sure you're begging for him by the end of it.

Though, he thinks he'll save that for another day.

So much time passes where Changbin is kissing and marking up nearly every inch of your upper body, pulling moans and whimpers from you left and right.

Your head is in a constant state of frenzied lust, hoping he'll go further.

When he hisses after you accidentally rub your knee against his still fully clothed hard-on, your attention shifts. No longer do you want to be on the receiving end of this attention..

He deserves some too..

Wordlessly, you remove yourself from his lap. He's too spaced out to stop you properly this time. When you wedge yourself in between his legs, struggling to get the knot of his sweatpants undone, he laughs and pulls your hand away, eyes dark, pupils blown wide. "What are you trying to do, baby?" The look he holds in his eyes is far from scrutinizing.

He knows what you're up to, he just wants to hear it come from your mouth.

"Please.. Wanna make you feel good too, Bin.. S' not fair that I get it all.." With a raised voice, you beg him for permission to make him feel good. He's silent for a moment, arms tensing when he hears you beg him like that. Unsure if he heard you, or simply forgot to answer, you sidle up the most pleading face you can muster, before whispering, "Wanna suck your cock, Bin.. Please?"

That seems to finally get him to give in.

With a rumbling groan, he undoes the knot of his sweatpants, hands shaking while he does so.

He must really be worked up..

"You wanna be a good girl and suck my cock, Jagi?" His voice is rough, dripping with copious amounts of lust as he pushes his pants and boxers down. His eyes, the entire time, are on you, staring down at your face as if you're the prettiest fucking thing in the room.

Seeing it in person is far different than seeing it over the phone.

It's thick, head flushed, already leaking with pre-cum from your previous actions.

Looking up at him once more, your face screams, 'Please', with which he is more than happy to oblige.

Your movements are slow and calculated, hand wrapping around his cock when he finally brings his own away. As soon as you touch him, he sucks in a breath, a whiny, 'Fuck baby..' slipping past his wet lips. The notion only serves to make you more confident, and you keep going, pulling your head closer, all while looking up at him through wet lashes.

"Look so pretty.. So so p-" His words taper off into a moan when you finally wrap your mouth around the head. "Mmm, that's a good girl.. Your mouth already feels so good.." He whines helplessly, hips bucking up slightly, but not enough to hurt you.

Humming at the praise he gives you, heat pools in between your legs and you make sure to go nice and slow when moving your mouth further down the length of his cock.

By the time he's almost fully inside, he's panting and whimpering, hands gripping at the couch cushions on either side. His cheeks are flushed, the tips of his ears a pretty shade of pink.

"Ah... S-slow down, baby.." Attempting to thread his fingers through your hair to stop you from moving, the action fails, his arm falling right back to his side when you lewdly remove your mouth from his twitching cock. "Brat.." He mutters once he's able to catch his breath.

It was only fair. He teased you constantly. Even before this whole.. Whatever it was.. There was no label on it at the moment.. He teased you relentlessly. That's not to say it wasn't reciprocated, but you didn't tease nearly as much as he did.

Ignoring his comment, you brought him to your mouth once more, making sure to look him directly in the eyes as your tongue darted out, a long stripe being licked along the underside of it. The whine mixed with a rumbling groan that graced your ears was downright sinful.

He looked as though he was going to say something again, but just as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, you embraced his cock with your mouth, actually taking it to it's fullest this time.

"Oh my.. Ffffuuckk.." Long, drawn-out moans slipped past his lips at this, head thrown back against the back of the couch.

His grip on your couch cushions is deadly. His knuckles are white, and the fabric below just looks like it'll tear, but you know it won't.

It gets messy.. Way too messy..

But you enjoy yourself, and you know he's enjoying it too, if his loud whimpers and moans, and the occasional call of your name is enough to hint at anything.

Surprisingly, he's been able to hold off on coming down your throat, but he doesn't want to do that unless you're okay with it.

Considering how eagerly you're sucking him off, he'd probably guess that's your goal.

"B-baby girl.. Where d-do you want me t' cum..?" He's just barely able to get it out.

Your mouth feels so fucking good.. He can only imagine how heavenly it'll feel to have his cock buried deep inside your pussy.

That thought alone has him whimpering again, cock twitching in your mouth while you look at him with sweet wet eyes.

You can't answer him verbally, so you show him.

Keeping your mouth wrapped tightly around him, your tongue lathes up and down the sides as best as possible, and you're hoping he gets what you're trying to tell him.

Thankfully, he does.

"That's a good fucking girl.. Want me to cum in this pretty little mouth?" With a breathy sigh, his hips begin to involuntarily thrust upwards, pushing himself impossibly deeper down your throat.

Though, you can't complain.

If anything, it's only making you even more aroused.

All you can possibly do is hum around him, the vibrations making him grit his teeth and whine, cock twitching even more violently.

You know he's about to cum when his thrusts start to grow uneven and ragged. He's so desperate with the way he's using your mouth that it's damn near unbearable to not reach down in between your legs to alleviate the throbbing pain of your clit.

"That's it.. Good girl.. Good girl.. Such a good girl for me baby.. Fuck your mouth feels so good.. Gonna..-" He tapers off, cock twitching one final time in your mouth before you feel his cum slide down your throat. The entire time, he holds your head gently with his hands to keep you in place, soft whines and whimpers escaping his mouth.

It takes him a bit to finish all the way though, keeping you still for a few moments before he finally pants and leans back, releasing his hold on your head. You take this moment to pull away from his cock with a lewd pop, swallowing every last bit he'd given you.

He doesn't need time to recover, apparently..

When he lifts you up and makes it so that you're now taking his place, your mind feels discombobulated for a brief moment, eyes peering up at him as he hovers above you on the couch. "You're perfect.. Really. I mean it.." Such sweet words from someone who was talking so crudely into your ears just moments before. "I'm gonna give you exactly what you want.. Remember what you told me last week?" With sultry eyes, he trails his way down to the hem of your shorts, hooking his fingers into the waistband before he begins to push them down agonizingly slow.

Yes, you do remember.

How could you forget.

The images are still ingrained into your mind.

"Promise to be gentle with you baby.. Promise.." He sounds like he's more or less reassuring himself rather than you.

Either way though, the only thing on your mind right now, is how badly you want him.

By the time he gets your shorts off all the way, he's sucking in a breath, pupils blown at the sight laid before him. You're so wet.. So wet that it's literally seeping through your undergarments.

The sight seems so surreal to him at the moment, and he finds himself bringing two fingers forward, gliding them gently through your clothed folds before shivering.

He wasn't imagining things.

You were really sopping wet.

"That's so hot.." Changbin more or less whispers to himself, though he knows you hear it because your legs squish together, the meat of your thighs more prominent now.

It's embarrassing how your undergarments basically refuse to disconnect from your skin when he tries to take them off of you. Really.. The warmth in your cheeks is unbearable. Though when he praises you and whispers some hushed words of reassurance, all of that embarrassment is replaced with the aching need to have him touch you, kiss you, do something.. Anything.

"Bin.. Please.." After having not used your voice in the past ten or fifteen minutes, it sounds scratchy and foreign to you.

"Be patient baby, I promise I'm not gonna stop until I make you cum a few times.. Promise.." Again, he's muttering, so enraptured by your wet cunt that it's hard for him to really concentrate fully.

He wants to start slow, build you up, then just make you crash down.. So, naturally, he starts with the inside of your thighs, leaving delicate kisses and bites all around the skin there. "My baby has such pretty thighs.." He whispers, moving down to your calves.

The same treatment goes to them, kisses and love-bites being embedded into your skin with thoughtful love and care. "Such pretty calves..." Every area his lips linger on, he praises. It never stops, not even when he gets down to your ankles. "Pretty girl.. So pretty.. Every single inch of you is so fucking pretty baby.."

When it seems he's getting nowhere, instead choosing to draw this out and tease you until you physically and mentally can't take it anymore, his body lays comfortably down across the couch, your legs caging his head in between them.

It's got you squirming in place when you see and feel his mouth hovering right above where you want him.

"Be as loud as you need to be baby.. Let me hear you, hm?"

Cheeky bastard..

Without giving you much time to process, his lips latch onto your clit almost immediately, and the squeak it forces out of you is so loud that you instinctively cover your mouth with your hand, or at least attempt to..

When he sees this, one of his arms flies out to grab at your wrist, gently pulling your hand away from your mouth while his lips are still latched onto your cunt. The warning look in his eyes makes you feel like someone who's getting reprimanded for doing something they definitely shouldn't have.

His tongue is relentless, lathing around your folds and clit like he's a man starved. Your taste is heavenly. He really doesn't think he could ever get tired of it. The noises he's able to pull out of you are only working him up again, his hips occasionally grinding into the couch while he eats you out.

He feels light-headed, fuzzy.

More.

That's all that runs through his brain.

He wants more.

Wants to taste you more, wants to keep your cunt pressed up against his face, your clit haphazardly hitting the tip of his nose.

You can see the imaginary stars in his eyes while he eats your cunt like it's the last thing he'll ever get.

He's making noises, the vibrations sending tingling chills up and down your spine as you helplessly moan and cry his name. Every time it's his name he hears, his tongue fucks into your cunt, his eyes set entirely on you the entire time. Not once does his gaze waver.

It's like he's in a trance, body acting of its own accord.

"G-gonna cum.. B-Bin!" Your eyes are watery, voice cracking and stumbling while you try to warn him of your impending orgasm. It doesn't stop him, nor does it slow him down, rather, it only seems to make him speed up.

You're a mess, tears springing to your eyes as you watch him, tangling your fingers through his hair and accidentally tugging when his tongue brushes right up against your clit in a way that has you seeing white dots in your vision.

This rewards you with a deep moan that presses right up against your clit, and the knot instantly comes undone.

The words that tumble and fall past your lips are anything but coherent. You're even sobbing. It feels so good.

Changbin feels your legs subconsciously press his head even closer to your pussy when you cum, and he swears he's coming right alongside you.

In reality, he isn't, but fuck, he wishes he was..

When his lips finally do disconnect from your pussy, there's a mix between his saliva and your juices coating his chin and lips. He doesn't make an effort to wipe it off just yet.

When he gets out from in between your legs, only then does he finally wipe his mouth, muttering something under his breath about how good you taste.

You're breathless, panting against the arm of the couch like a whore, but, if it was with him, you honestly didn't care.

"Gonna clean you up, okay baby? I'll be right back." At this, he begins to walk away from you, but hearing that makes you whine.

"Wait.. Bin.. Come back, please?"

He turns around and kneels beside the couch, worry furrowed in his brows. "What's wrong, Jagi..?"

It's not there's anything wrong, per say..

Rather, you want more still.. You're not entirely satiated yet.

"Want more.. Please?" You ask in a soft voice, pleading with your eyes if words aren't enough.

When he bites down on his bottom lip and looks down at the floor, you retreat and add, "If you don't want to.. I'm okay with that, ju-"

"Jagi.. I hate it when you do that. Don't backtrack just because you think it'll make me feel uncomfortable or weird. If I was, I promise I'd tell you."

He snakes his way atop your body once more, eyes traversing their way up and down your body.

Really, he wants to wait to give you everything.. But right now, all he can think about is how good it will feel to have your pussy wrapped around his cock.

When he leans down to capture your lips with his own once again, the decision is made fairly quickly.

"You really are needy.." He whispers low, leaning his forehead against yours. "Tell me what you want, baby girl.. I'll give it to you.."

Hearing you beg is the most wonderful thing for him to hear.

"Want you Bin.. Want you so bad." Your eyes screw shut and your body trembles. "What you told me you were gonna do t' me on the phone.. Want you to do everything and more.." It's said with conviction. You mean every last bit of it.

"Yeah? Wanna cum on my cock, baby?" His own breath is beginning to pick up, eyes screwing shut while his forehead still rests against yours. "Want me to fuck you like I really missed you..?" When his eyes fly open, he sees and feels your legs tremble with need.

That's enough of an answer for him.

"Say it. Please... Please baby.. Tell me.." Once again, he finds himself whining and begging you instead of the other way around.

Not one to disappoint, lips part once more to shakily whisper, "Wanna cum on your cock.. Want you to fuck me.. Show me how much you missed me, Bin.."

The sinful cry that slips past his lips when you say it should embarrass him, but it doesn't. He's got you right where he wants you now. Wordlessly, he situates you so that you're now propped over the arm of the couch, ass arched into the air. You're too aroused to even care about the new position, the only thing on your mind, him finally giving you exactly what you want.

"Want you to tell me if it's too much pretty girl.." He says this low. Breathless and uncoordinated is how he sounds.

With a nod of the head, you show your understanding, before you feel him shift behind you, his fingers unconsciously moving to feel how wet you are.

He's growing impatient, but he wants to be gentle with you, wants this to be more than a quick fuck..

Lining his cock up with your pussy, he nearly loses his composure when the tip just barely catches against it, a small whimper escaping his throat.

He's toying with you, lazily dragging his cock against the folds of your cunt at an agonizingly slow pace. When you go to beg him to just do something, it seems he already had that in mind, when the tip of his cock finally catches and he pushes in slowly.

The entire time he slowly pushes his cock inside of you, he watches how it disappears, how your cunt greedily takes every single inch he's giving to you. There are no words, he can't form any. His mouth is stuck partially open, watching in awe as he slowly buries himself to the hilt inside your wet pussy.

When he's all the way inside, he finally releases a shaky 'Fuck', that has you whimpering beneath him.

"God you feel so good.. M' trying not to cum too soon baby.." He says through gritted teeth. He's standing absolutely still behind you. One wrong move and he's afraid he really will cum.. Right before he even gets to do anything, too.

How can your pussy feel this good..?

He's practically drowning in it already and all he did was put it in..

"Big.." He hears the end of what you say, and it bails him out of his thoughts.

"What was that baby girl? You're gonna have to speak up for me.." He coos, desperate to hear what it was you said.

"Fuck.. So big.." You repeat once more, legs trembling uncontrollably.

For you, he's definitely bigger than most..

It feels so fucking good, and you're clenching around him even though he isn't even moving. You really really want him to move.. Wanna feel the drag of his cock as he fucks into you..

"You're gonna drive me crazy baby girl.. Fuck.. Don't say things like that.." Whining, his hips involuntarily buck at the praise he receives, pushing his cock even deeper within your soft walls. "You're so tight.. So wet.. Gotta move.." He's talking to himself now at this point, so drunk off of your pussy already that he can't think straight.

Pulling back slowly, he's almost out entirely, until he pushes back in even slower than before, savoring the feeling of your walls enshrouding his cock like a warm vice. "That's it.. That's a good girl.. Taking me so so well.." Now his voice is slightly more level, but the whiny pitch is still there.

On your end, you're seeing stars, vision dotting and eyes beginning to water.

It's impossible to think clearly when his dick is buried inside you, as he had promised over the phone the other day.

It was one thing to say something.. But to actually follow through with it..

It was definitely far better than anything your imagination had conjured up, that was one definitive fact.

His thrusts were slow, gentle, tender, everything that described the word 'Soft' perfectly. Each time he felt your walls clench around him, he whined or stuttered, hips crashing against your ass and changing the speed.

Overall, he was trying his hardest to be slow. He wanted to take his time and feel you.

Really feel you..

"You're so good for me.. Listen to how pretty you sound taking my cock baby girl.. Want you to be as loud as you want, Jagi. Don't hold back for me.. Need to hear you, please.." Babbling and rambling on and on, he forces himself to keep up with the slow and steady pace, mind nearly going blank from how good it feels.

As soon as your noises pick up, he feels even more lost, even more incapacitated.

He wants to stay like this for as long as possible..

"Yeah? There we go my pretty baby.. There we go.. Keep making those pretty fucking noises for me.. God I can't do this.. Need more baby.. Please? Will you let me give you more..? Want to so fucking bad.." If it's a statement or a question is beyond either of you at this point.

"Please please please.." The word tumbles past your lips in a repetitive trance, no other words able to lodge themselves into the forefront of your hazed mind.

Without another word, or even a warning, his pace increases, and he's grabbing one of your legs to hold up while he fucks himself deeper into your sopping wet cunt.

Instinctively, your body tries to shy away from his with the new change in pace, but he doesn't let you, his grip on your leg firm yet gentle. "Love this pretty fucking pussy.. It's taking me so well.. So fucking well baby.. So warm.. Wet.. Tight.. F-fuck.. Wanna fuck you all night.. Make you cum so many times for me.." It's garbled up nonsense that spews from his mouth, but it excites you and turns you on even more. "Love seeing this pretty ass.. Love watching it bounce back on my cock.. Love feeling how tight you grip me.. God you're driving me crazy.."

You can't speak at this point. The new position, his filthy words, the praise... All of it is too much for your brain to handle.

If you're being entirely honest with yourself, he's turned you into a big pile of mush.

Rightful place for you to be..

When he grows tired of that position, he settles you into a new one where he's in between your legs, pushing into you slowly once more while he keeps his eyes on the way your breasts rapidly rise and fall in time with your breathing.

Every time he sinks into your pussy, he swears his brain goes damn near dumb..

"So wet for me.. S' coating my thighs baby.." Another whimper from him that forces you to open your eyes and look at where the two of you are connected.

He isn't wrong. His thighs are glistening with your slick and the sight alone is enough to make you throw your head back against the arm of the couch.

The knot in your stomach is already on the verge of breaking. You're not even sure when it had even started to build. When your whines and moans pick up in speed and volume, he picks up his pace, hips crashing into yours with a tender ferocity that's making your eyes water. "G-gonna cum.. G-gonna c-cum.." If it weren't for the fact that you were currently sobbing from how good it felt, then you're almost positive you would've been more clear and concise with your warning..

Unfortunately for him, you'd been far too quiet for him to hear.

One particular thrust of his hips and his cock is dragging against that sweet-spot of yours that has that knot finally tearing itself apart, and you come hard, eyes screwing shut as more tears leak down your cheeks.

Impossibly tight and gripping him hard, he has to slow himself down before he comes too, his own whines mixing in with yours. "Shit.. Pussy's too good.. Can't.." With a shaky breath, he quickly removes himself from inside you, panting and letting small, broken whimpers slip past his wet lips. "Don't wanna cum yet.. Can't.. Need more.. Can't get enough of you.."

Even when your orgasm ends, you still crave him, and he can see it written all over your face. The heat radiating from both of your bodies is enough to put anyone to shame..

This side of Changbin, is definitely new to you..

He's so drunk off of you that he's mumbling and muttering to himself or to you at an almost consistent rate.

You're the same way. Unable to think properly, move your mouth properly, hell, even blink properly.

"My needy baby.. You still want more, don't you? It's written all across your face.." When he manages to catch his breath, he decides to tease you a little bit, a small smile curling up against his lips.

You're far too fucked out to reply.

The furrow in your brow tells him everything he needs to know.

You're insatiable.

This time when he pushes his cock into your cunt, he isn't slow about it.. He's anything but.

"That's it.. Love this pussy.. Can't get enough of it.. Wanna be buried inside it every single night.." Incoherently he babbles on and on, his pace unforgiving and jarring right from the get-go.

The dirty talk is making you clench, and every time you do, he notices.

"Dirty girl.. You like when I talk to you like this..? Praise you? Tell you how good this pretty little pussy is? How well it takes my cock..?" He's no longer whining, voice level and calm despite the rough way with which he's fucking you.

"Yes.. yes.. Please.." You don't know what you're begging for anymore, but it just feels right in the moment.

"Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum soon.. Really wanna cum inside.. Wanna fill you up.. Give you everything.. Make you an eomma.." He knows it's not actually possible nor obtainable for him to actually make you one, but the thought has him rutting carelessly against you, cock twitching and trembling beneath your walls.

It seems the thought excites you too, because you clench around him, hard..

"Yeah..? You want me to make you an eomma, Jagi? Want me to fill you up and make sure nothing comes out..? I'll go for as long as you want baby, fill you up as many times as I can.. Wanna make you an eomma so so bad.."

He sounds so whiny and incoherent, babbling over and over again about how much he wants to make you a mom, and it was pushing you towards the edge once more.

This time when you cum, there is no warning, only that of your walls tightly gripping his cock for the second time.

He doesn't know how he doesn't come just from that, but he's glad he doesn't..

He gets to be even more drunk on your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm while you moan and mumble his name like a prayer into the space of the living room without a care in the world nor a thought behind your eyes.

By the time you're reaching the end of your high, he reaches his, quickly pulling out of you with a whiny breath. All it takes is a few more pumps and he's coming undone, ropes of thick cum coating your tummy and breasts. No words are spoken, just heavy breaths and panting fill the air, his cock now sensitive to the touch.

Hissing when he removes his hand, he looks at you fully, and fights the urge to kiss you. You look completely fucked out, eyes barely open, breathing labored, hair a complete mess... Not to mention that you're covered in his mess..

"You did so well for me, Jagi.. Really, I'm proud of you.." He coos softly, arms lifting your legs so he can untangle himself from in between them.

Humming softly at the praise, you watch him stand from the couch, a goofy yet endearing grin on his face. "I'll be right back.. Gonna grab some towels to clean you up with.. We can cuddle in bed afterwards alright?"

He speaks softly, so softly that it makes your heart swell.

When he disappears, you just lay there, half-awake, desperately trying to fight off sleep.

By the time he comes back, you're almost asleep, but awake enough to feel him run a warm washcloth delicately across your body, cleaning up any mess that was made. The whole time he does this, he softly praises you, calling you a 'Good girl', telling you, 'You did such a good job for me baby, just relax.. There we go..'

When he's finished, you are just barely able to open your eyes, only to find that he's once again fully clothed.

He sees how tired you are, and takes it upon himself to pick you up, figuring you'd just fall if you tried to stand up straight.

"It's okay, Jagi.. Just rest, you deserve it. Did so well for me.." He whispers, turning into your bedroom. When he finally gets to your bed, he's lifting the covers with one hand, pushing them away to allow space for your exhausted body.

He lays you down gently and then pulls the covers up, making sure you're comfortable before he gets in beside you, holding you close to him with a content sigh.

"I love you, Jagi.. Sleep well.. I'll be here when you wake up.."

(I'm soooo sorry if it ended abruptly.. I've been working on this for awhile and tried my best not to rush it.. I hope you all liked it!)

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