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blankdyean · 2 years ago

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Glass.

Pairing: Seo Changbin/Female reader

Genre: romance, suggestive, smut, friends to lovers, college au

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: swearing, making out, fingering, dom Changbin, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism, sexual tension

Summary: Changbin isn't lying, Chan had the tendency to treat you like anything and anyone could break you, as if you're made of glass.

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"You can't be serious." You whine, throwing your books to the table, unable to accept your soon-to-be faith.

It's a typical afternoon, and you and your three roommates—your closest friends—sat at your usual table in your favorite restaurant off campus.

You met up to get lunch together every wednesday, like a small little ritual to catch up, when you didn't have classes that clashed- even though you lived together.

The main goal was always to be with each other, of course. But you couldn't help but get a little carried away by your daily shenanigans, so it would always end up with the four of you chatting, maybe gossiping a bit, about anything and everything.

However, today you used this time for something a bit different.

A house meeting.

"I'm sorry, but we need this. I can take one cockroach, but two? Unbearable! What if it spreads?" Sumin argues, taking a bite of her food.

"I'm pretty sure that was the same cockroach, just in a different spot." Shuhua says, leaning into your ear, so you're the only one that can hear it."

You snort, swatting at her arm playfully, turning to face Sumin again when you feel her annoyed gaze on you.

Denying Sumin's request to fumigate the whole place due to a single cockroach was, the most logical response.

But It'll be only a day, you tell yourself; she took the responsibility to pay for it too. And honestly, that would probably help your apartment overall.

Sighing, you comply. "Okay, but it still isn't fair to me; you all have somewhere to go. Where am I going?" You pout, fidgeting with your cup in dejection.

Most times, you didn't mind being single, you could even say you enjoyed it a lot since your last relationship wasn't the best.

But these little moments, where you knew all of your friends would be at their boyfriends and girlfriends houses, did tug on your heartstrings a little, and not in a good way.

"You can stay with me if you want." Ryujin suggests, finally looking up from her phone to take another bite.

"And risk hearing you and Soojin in the middle of the night again?" You shake your head"No, thank you."

That day was traumatizing.

And not in a bad way.

No further explanations are needed.

She parts her lips for a split second before closing them again, like she's pondering what to say, before shrugging in defeat. "Well, I tried."

"You can always talk to your 'Channie'." Sumin teases, but her smile remains sympathetic. "You have two days to decide, they're coming on friday."

"Fine."

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"Of course you can stay with us." Chan responds, and he seems nearly offended at the fact that you thought you couldn't.

You've known Chan for a long time—since high school, to be exact. You got paired up for a group project once, and the rest was history. You were practically inseparable all through high school.

When you got into the same college, the two of you basically morphed friend groups and started hanging out with the same people. It happened naturally. Chan moved in with a few guys from his major right away, and you lived at the dorms for a year or two before moving in with the girls. After a few months, everyone was coming together, and you and Chan would always take pride in finding such good people to be around—well, you would, that man is just too humble for that.

So logically, he was the first person in mind when this whole "let's fumigate our entire place because of one cockroach" thing began, but you still had your doubts, he lived with three people after all.

"Are you sure?" "It won't be weird?" You had to ask, no matter how close you are to him and the guys; it still felt invasive.

He tsks, throwing a hand over your shoulder, squeezing lightly, "No! Plus, most of the kids don't sleep there on fridays anyway; you might have the luck to have the house all to yourself."

You smile at the word "kids." Cute. Typical dad, Chan.

"And they're cool with that?" You insist, trying to wrap your head around your own idea.

He rolls his eyes, delivering a pat on the side of the shoulder he's still holding. "Please, we've been friends forever, you know better than this."

"I just don't want to bother, but my house is too far and I-"

"Mate," He grabs both of your shoulders now, forcing you to look at him. He smiles and it immediately feels comforting, little dimples peeking adorably. "Don't overthink this, there's no need to, yeah?"

"Thank you." You pull him into a hug.

Chan never failed to know what you were feeling; he understood your tendency to overthink even the smallest things and always made you feel like you didn't have to. "I love you."

"Ayyy, I love you too, mate." He pats your head, and you can feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles. "What's our next class?"

"Statics." You groan.

"Kill me, kill me now." Do it."

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Friday came along rather quickly, and you didn't think your day would be as full as it actually was.

You got to shower at home after the gym in the morning, which was a relief, but you had to leave at 9 a.m. right after it. It didn't matter because your day was packed with stuff, you had a few extra classes that extended all the way through the evening, and you barely had time to have lunch—you did though, Felix forced you.

You left the campus around six, and once you got to the guys' apartment, panting, you have to take a moment or two to breathe.

"Fucking Google Maps decided to lie about this being a fifteen-minute walk." You mumble to yourself, holding your knees for support.

You've never actually walked all the way to the guys apartment, Chan would drive you everytime.

But it took you nearly thirty-five minutes to get there, with a huge backpack full of your things.

Gathering some courage to knock on the door is the next thing on your list, and you hate how nervous you are. You've known these people for three years now; you've spent the night over at this place a few times too. Why is it so hard to just be cool with it?

Maybe it's the text that Chan sent you this morning.

chris 🐺: don't think I'll see you today, im sorryyyyy

you: why? something up??

chris 🐺: yeah, I have this track to work on and i think its gonna take all night, for monday but i wanna finish as soon as possible

you: :(((

you: but that's okay!! I'll be fine don't worry, I'm just gonna miss you

chris 🐺: why cant you be this cute when we're around other people?

chris 🐺: ill be home for breakfast tho

you: okay, don't forget to have dinner <3

chris 🐺: dont do anything I wouldn't!

For some reason, that conversation has been lingering in your mind. You've never spent the night without Chan, and you do trust the guys, a lot actually but you don't trust...

Yourself.

Especially if Hyujin and Jisung are not around.

You feel a wave of courage build up and knock, bouncing on your feet in anticipation.

You'll be fine, as long as it's not just you and-

Changbin opens the door abruptly, beaming at you in his usual sweatpants and hoodie combo, his black hair falling on his face slightly.

Shit.

"Hey, come in!" He says and you walk inside, closing the door before you and grabbing the bag from your hand almost instantly.

"I'll put this in Chan's room, looks heavy." He rushes before you can thank him, and you exhale sharply, only then realizing you've been holding your breath.

You take a second to look around, and it doesn't take long for you to figure out that he's the only one in the house. It's weirdly quiet; you haven't heard any screaming to open the door, let alone loud music coming from any room.

"The guys are out, as you can see." Changbin points, pulling you away from your thoughts. "I texted Chan about it a few hours ago, but I think he forgot to tell you, sorry." He adds, shoving his hands inside his pockets and taking a step closer to where you were standing.

"Out as in..."

"As in, probably not coming back today." He pinches his tone teasingly, and you chuckle. "Chan's spending the night at the studio with Jisung working on a track, and Sanha dragged Hyujin to a party that apparently goes all the way to the morning."

So it's just you and Changbin.

Alone.

"Oh..." You trail off, uncertain of what to say next.

Changbin blinks at you as if he's trying to read your expression, his eyes searching as he brings himself to speak again. "If you're not comfortable, I can go to the studio and finish up my work there,"

"No, no!." You rush to cut him off, afraid you might make him feel like he's making you uncomfortable. "This is your house. "I'm good. Don't worry."

But it's hard not to feel touched by his proposition, really. Changbin stood there with a reassuring smile, offering to leave his own home to study on a studio couch, with a bunch of work to do.

It's oddly sweet.

And it's even harder not to stare at him for too long.

"Okay." He finishes, making his way to the couch and reuniting his papers and laptop, throwing his legs over the coffee table. "Make yourself at home; you know where everything is."

You smile back at him, confused about what to do next. Until the knowing and painful feeling of duty washes over you.

You had to write a fucking essay.

"Shit." You mumble, closing your eyes in disapproval.

"You good?."

"Yeah, just this essay I forgot I had to do." You answer.

"Hey, the sooner you do it, the sooner you finish, hm?" He points, giving you an empathetic smile. At least he could relate to you.

"Yeah, I'll take a shower and get it over with."

"Be my guest."

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You come back from the shower feeling refreshed, especially after all the walking you did.

Chan's room looked the same as always, except a tiny bit tidier. He left a note on his bedside table, pointing out where things you might need were and the places you could put your stuff. Sweet, you think. He could've just texted you, but oh no, that's not Chan, you know Chan. He enjoys going the extra mile for the people he cares for.

You decided to put on something more comfortable since you'd be working on your essay for a few hours. Settling for a white tank top and some sweatpants, you take your stuff and make your way back to the living room.

Changbin's still seated in that same spot, attentively looking at his laptop screen, headphones over his ears, brows furrowed in thought, mumbling things you can't quite figure out.

Thankfully, he doesn't succeed in noticing your staring. But he notices your presence when you sit by his side, open your own laptop, and prop it on the coffee table.

"What a great way to spend your Friday night, huh?" He ironically asks, pulling down his headphones.

"I know, so exciting." You joke, bringing out your notepad with the class notes you took.

"Anyways, good luck with that."

"Thanks Bin. You too."

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One hour passes.

And you're halfway through your essay when Changbin shifts by your side, bringing out his arms to stretch his limbs.

"You want some water?" You ask, already thinking about getting up, legs on the verge of falling asleep.

"That'd be nice, thanks." He says, releasing a sharp breath. He sounds tired. And of course he is; he's been studying since you got here an hour ago.

Pushing yourself up from your very comfortable position on the couch, you head to the kitchen, taking two water bottles with you.

Except some apples call your attention when you turn around, and you're starting to crave a snack to accompany you throughout your torture.

"Want an apple?" You ask, voice raising so Changbin could hear you all the way through the kitchen.

"Sounds good!."

"See? Everything's cool. You got this" you say to yourself.

The truth is, you may or may not have had a crush on Changbin when you first met him.

He was the first one to call your attention out of all of Chan's friends once he moved. He seemed so attentive and caring, and he was really funny too. Not that any of that has changed; of course, he is still the same, if not hotter. But you learned to keep those teeny feelings on the down low; you didn't want to make things awkward between you and him, especially when you're in the same friend groups.

And you did well for the most part. The first few months of freshman year were definitely the hardest, even though you've never let the feelings grow past a crush. You were always so aware of his presence, of the way he looked, and of the way he spoke. He never made it easier on you either, with that pretty smile and soft-looking eyes.

Then he got a girlfriend, and that's when you burried your feelings to the ground. And even after they broke up, you just didn't feel things with the same intensity; you were completely over the crush.

Except when he smiled at you a little too brightly, or when he called you to workout with him and Chan and helped you with your sections, or when you two were hanging out with everybody and he'd look directly at you when saying something. And today, when he opened the door, and you're sure you're not crazy, you're sure his smile grew even wider when he saw it was you.

Yeah, maybe you weren't totally over it.

But it didn't matter.

Shaking your thoughts, you go back to the living room, and once you're back, you're met with a quite different sight. One that makes you trip on your own feet, almost dropping everything in your hands in the process.

Changbin. In a tight, plain white t-shirt that was clearly too short for him. His hoodie, long forgotten, was tossed to the side of the couch, he probably felt hot while you were in the kitchen.

It's enough to make your legs shake.

You're able to balance yourself back without actually dropping everything, but still, Changbin rushes to help, taking the plate with the apples and the knives from your hands.

"You okay there, champ?" And my God, his tone was teasing, a bit condescending, but no matter what, he was always attentive and careful.

"Yeah, sorry." You force a chuckle and say, "I got distracted for a second."

"I could tell."

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Now that it's been three hours and you're finally done, your neck hurts, your head feels a bit heavy, and your limbs are begging to feel numb.

You sigh deeply, placing your computer on the coffee table, and stretching as much as you can.

In the process, you catch a glimpse of Changbin's eyes on you through your perimetral vision, and without thinking, you turn to meet them. He smiles sheepishly, shifting his attention to his own work, like he's been caught.

You don't fail to notice the way his eyes are a bit heavy; he's probably even more exhausted now, after this whole time.

"Changbin?." You ask, scooting closer to him on the couch, feeling much more comfortable with his presence now than you did several hours ago.

He doesn't respond, and you assume he didn't hear, so you carefully pull down his headphones, making him jolt in surprise, his eyes going wide.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Are you hungry?" Because you were, you're positive that this essay sucked every bit of life and energy out of you.

His lips curl up immediately as his gaze softens; he closes his laptop and nods, meeting your eyes. "Starving."

You laugh, nodding your head as you get up. He follows shortly after.

"I think there's kimchi in the fridge. I'll make some rice and you cut up some vegetables?" He's asking, of course, there's definitely an audible question mark to it. But something about his tone doesn't fail to make it sound a bit demanding, like a soft order.

"Sure." You agree, washing your hands and searching for the cutting board.

You already know where most of the things are; you've been here a million times, so overall, it's very intuitive to you to figure things out. Regardless, you find it endearing when Changbin takes everything you'll need and places it on the kitchen counter for you.

You thank him and begin to carefully cut the vegetables.

Changbin is right in front of you, at the kitchen sink, grabbing some rice to put on the rice cooker.

You begin taking his presence in, traveling your eyes through his figure. He's one hell of an attractive guy, and the secret fixation you have on his arms is only growing stronger with that white t-shirt - that was was a little too small for him - hugging his biceps so heavenly. His sweatpants, contrary to your own, were criminally low-waisted, leaving a small gap between them and his shirt, exposing a bit of skin right on his v cut.

Oh my God.

Maybe you should chill; this is starting to get to you.

Changbin turns abruptly around, probably wondering why the cutting sound stopped and you panicked, trying not to make it obvious you were ogling him. It feels like he knows, like he's felt your gaze on him all this time. The corners of his mouth go up contradictorily, like he's holding down a smirk.

"Something wrong?." He asks.

You're screwed. Changbin saw you checking him out, and you're screwed, because how are you going to come up with an explanation-

Oh no.

He's crossing his arms.

Changbin is crossing his fucking monster arms in front of you.

You want him to headlock you.

He tilts his head, signing for you to talk, to give him an answer, but you can't form a cohesive phrase.

Say something, anything, your brain urges you. Just don't admit you were watching his gorgeous figure and pretty face.

Come up with something, just...

"...We're matching." You begin, and the embarrassment washes you straight away. Seriously? That's the best you could come up with? Out of any excuse?

"Like, our outfits and stuff. I just realized it." You completed it; it should make it better.

At least you made a valid point; you were matching. Even though you had on a very simple look, it caught your attention after you said it. same color of sweatpants, and your white tank and his white t-shirt went perfectly together.

"Oh, yeah," He looks down at what he's wearing, pulling on the ends of his shirt, before looking back at you with that fucking gorgeous smile and saying, "Guess we are."

"Or maybe this is just the swamped college student's go-to outfit." Well, if you couldn't convince him, you could at least humor him.

Thankfully, Changbin lets out a loud laugh, and you don't miss the way your stomach turns at the sound. "That's a possibility, yes." He nods.

"You wore it better though." He simply adds, voice suddenly going lower, before turning back to the sink to wash his hands.

His tone echoes in your head. Is he...

You blink "Thanks."

Is that ...flirting?.

Nope. You're probably just projecting.

You decide to focus your attention on the cutting board Infront of you instead, picking up your knife.

Gladly, you're done with everything pretty soon. "I'm all set here."

"Cool, let's cook them while we wait for the rice." "You want some fried eggs too?"

You nod, going over to the sink to fill a pot with water.

"Changbin?" You ask, watching him pour the vegetables on the pot and turn on the fire.

"Mhm?" He hums.

"Sorry if this is an invasive question. But why aren't you majoring in music production too?"

"Not invasive at all." He leans on the kitchen counter, facing you. "Elaborate."

"Like, yeah, I know you like health and physical stuff, and etcetera. But I've seen you at the studio before, and you're so in your element. When you talked about Jisung and Chan today, it made me wonder, why you aren't there with them."

He breathes out, looking down at his feet. "It's a boring, logical explanation honestly,"He begins, "My parents, though supportive, didn't think it'd be the best for me to go full time into the producing thing, and let's just say they're pretty good at convincing." The hint of humor in his voice at the end of his sentence has you chuckling lightly, contrasting with the seriousness of his words.

"I picked a major I was interested in; I figured being a gym instructor would be fun, or maybe a P.E. teacher, something a bit more stable, that would get them off me for a while."

"So you just met Chan and Ji randomly around campus?" You ask, leaning closer to him as your interest grows. You've never had this type of conversation with him, it was intriguing.

"Not really. I considered double majoring, but classes were already kicking my ass at the time. So I went with the next best thing, taking a few classes here and there to keep me entertained and learning. That's when I met them, at one of those classes. Now I help Chan and Jisung whenever they need it, do some featuring if they beg me hard enough, and work on my own tracks from time to time."

You nod, slowly taking in the information that was delivered to you. "That's smart. You're smart."

Hearing this from him felt nice; it was a question that had stayed on your mind for a bit now, and you're glad he was honest. You enjoyed hearing him talk.

Changbin chuckles, patting the top of your head - like he knows you hate it - but the small contact still gets a fuzzy reaction out of you

"It took me a long time to figure it out though, don't flatter me."

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The rice is finally ready when you're done with your conversation, and the two of you go back to preparing the food.

Eventually, you're both sitting at the kitchen counter as you stuff your face with that glorious kimchi; the fact that you were starving may have helped a bit too. And once you're done, you offer Changbin the option of resting for some extra minutes before diving back into his work.

He doesn't think twice before accepting the offer as you two move to the couch to chat away about everything and anything. Some cookies Felix baked the night before are now sitting in front of the two of you as you talk.

"Okay. First impressions. Total honesty. Go." You shoot, sipping on your soda.

"Okay." Changbin blinks, his lips parting just a little before closing again, like he's carefully thinking about the next thing to say. "When Chan got here with you the day he moved, I thought you were his girlfriend or something." "I got a little hurt with the fact he never told me anything about it."

You let out a chuckle, scrunching your nose and shaking your head in refutation.

It's not like you and Chan haven't been mistaken for a couple before; it has happened. But the actual thought of it being real seemed so distant to the two of you. You were simply too close for that.

Changbin shrugs in an almost apologetic way before continuing. "Then he told me you guys weren't dating, and I..."

He pauses, looking directly into your eyes and licking his lips.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.

"You want total honesty?" He hesitantly asks.

You tilt your head, confused as to why he'd need to check again, and nod. "Yeah, gimme. I can handle the truth."

"I was happy you weren't his girlfriend." "I found you hot."

Shit.

You're halfway through a sip when he confesses, and you nearly spit out your drink, coughing furiously, your eyes shutting forcefully.

Seo Changbin, found you hot.

"Me?."

"Yeah," he confirms, as if it's totally obvious. "It's not like you don't know you're attractive; come on now."

"Well...,true." And now is his time to chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes. "I just didn't know you found me attractive, especially back then."

He shrugs again and then taps your thigh with his index finger, breaking the invisible barrier between your bodies. It's enough to make your stomach twitch again, a familiar feeling filling you.

"I did. But Chan was so overly protective of you at the time, I mean, not the he isn't like that usually, but still."

He isn't lying, Chan had the tendency to treat you like anything and anyone could break you, as if you're made of glass. And at the time, you were the only reminiscent of home he had, so it got stronger.

"He scared the living shit out of us too, talking about you 'being off limits'". You both laugh when he mimicks Chan's typical dad voice, the one you all knew so well.

"Anyways, your turn." He encourages.

"So, like, total honesty?"

He nods.

"When I stepped my foot in this house, I didn't know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't all of... this." You wave your arms around vaguely, gesturing wildly.

"What?."

"Chan told me, "I'm moving out with a few new friends," and I was like, "Cool, I'll help you move." But of course he forgot to send me the memo that his roommates were, like, insanely hot. "I would've put on some gloss at least."

He snorts, and you feel kind of proud of how many laughs you've gotten out of him this whole night.

"So I have to admit my first impression of you was kind of vague; my head couldn't shake out the "Oh my God, he's so good looking." So I didn't have much to think about until the second time we saw each other.

You're just blabbing at this point, your brain is focused solidly on the fact that Seo Changbin thinks you are hot.

"And how was that?" Changbin speaks again, but his voice doesn't hint at an ounce of curiosity; instead, it's a bit challenging.

"Different. I wasn't expecting you to be that polite, let alone that shy. It was cute. So I guess that was my first impression: cute."

And so hot you wanted to jump him right there and then, but you can't add that.

"I don't think that's the best first impression to have."

"Hey, we're here now, so you can say it worked." You nudge his shoulder, unable to hide your smile.

"It could've worked better."

"Really? How so?."

Changbin doesn't answer. Instead, he delivers another tap on your knee, and you shiver, biting on your bottom lip, staring directly at him.

"Don't look at me like that." His voice is low, raspy even—a contrast from how sweet he sounded a few minutes ago.

"Like what?."

Silence falls between the two of you as you lean in to get a better look at his face. Changbin doesn't look away from you either, not even for a split second, and you tilt your head, licking your lips when his gaze falls on them.

"You don't know what you're doing right now..." He trails off, a glint in his eyes when they land on yours, and you can see the way they darkened, gaze dragging through you.

Unbelievable.

Changbin wants you too.

In order to test your theory, you allow yourself to get just a bit closer to him, and his hand opens on your knee, squeezing it gently. "Maybe I do know what I'm doing." You whisper.

"Fuck, Chan's going to kill me for this." It's all Changbin says before pulling you into a kiss.

The kiss is passionate, really passionate. Changbin chases your lips like he's always wanted you, and you gasp, your body still afraid to give in to the fact that Changbin is kissing you, really kissing you.

You push the doubts away, tired of overthinking so much, giving in to the want and need you had of him. It's the best decision you could've ever made.

His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his warm embrace, and you nearly whimper just at the feeling of his body against yours. He nips your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up, and you needily comply with his request, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth and holding back the urge to moan against his lips.

You allow your hands to trace up his chest, feeling and moving them all the way to his biceps. He moves to your neck, and it's embarrassing the way you're already panting, struggling to keep your breath steady as he moves down to place open mouth kisses on your chest, but the effect he has on you is so obvious.

"You're so hot, holy fuck." He whispers against your skin, tightly gripping your waist. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Really?." You ask shakily.

He begins trailing hot kisses on your neck, and you whimper at the sensation. He suckers and bites your sweet spot, and you throw your head back, allowing him to work properly. Nodding, he answers, "Chan used to hunt me for it; he didn't want me to make a move on you if I wasn't sure...

"And now you're sure?" You want to keep pestering him about it, to ask more; you're so curious to know every single thing he wanted to do to you, all the things he thought to himself.

Instinctively, you run your fingers through his hair and give it an experimental tug—a little harsher than you usually do, to be honest—because you can't think straight anymore.

He lets out a low groan and pulls away, staring at you with so much lust that you feel like you're ready to combust. "I'm more than sure."

Changbin pulls away from you for a split second, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, until you catch him shamelessly gazing at your chest.

"Like what you see?" You cross your arms, bouncing on the couch just to tease.

"So much..." He unwraps your hands and brushes his thumb against your hardened nipple, and it's pathetic how your whole body jerks just from that simple touch.

"You act all big but can't take a tiny touch from me, huh?" He adds, carefully taking your top off and exposing your bare chest.

You wait for Changbin to do something, but he doesn't. His wide, lustful eyes travel over your body at a painfully slow speed.

"Never seen a pair of these in your life?" You joke, and he rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

"Let me enjoy this moment, will ya?"

"You can enjoy it better with your mouth on me."

"You're so perfect." Changbin dives into your boobs like he's a starved man, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud in such a skilled manner that you wonder how good he must be in between your legs. You're biting on your bottom lip so hard that it feels like it'll draw blood.

"Don't hold back." "We're alone, and I want to hear you." He sinks his teeth into your nipple, playful, and you whimper at the sensation.

His left hand is now resting on your thigh, and you moan when his fingers slowly move upward, so close to where you need them.

And you need him badly.

You pull him into yet another searing kiss, the feeling of his mouth doing wonders on yours making you dizzy; you're moaning against his lips within seconds, and his hand is now on your inner thigh, just a few inches from your core.

Your breath catches when he sinks his fingers into the flesh; eyes forced shut, you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

"Bin," you plead.

"Mhmm? " "Where's all that attitude now?"

"I...just..." It's like your brain is shortcutting, all you can focus on is how his thumb is drawing patterns on your inner thigh.

"You have to tell me if you really want this. I need you to be sure." He says, in between pecks on your jawline, squeezing your inner thigh.

You're so drowned in lust you can't seem to find a way to answer him.

"Come on, I know Chan babies you, but you're a big girl."You can talk."

Him mentioning your best friend in such a sinful moment shouldn't have this much effect on you, but it only makes you grow wetter. The thought of not being seen as Chan's innocent best friend anymore... sets something inside of you.

"Fingers. Please, I need them; I need you." You squirm, and he chuckles darkly, pressing his middle finger against your clothed middle.

"But first..." You trail off, tugging at his shirt. "I want this off."

"As you wish." He says this before quickly pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side, turning back to meet your eyes that are now far away from his own.

Now that you understand exactly what he was feeling, you want to take a picture of it and save it for later.

Changbin's big, and you know this; you've always noticed how broad he is when he decided to follow in Chan's footsteps and wear those slutty little shirts, but this, this was so different. The man is so damn built and so insanely broad. Your hands eagerly traced around his large arms, going all the way to his wide, really wide shoulders, and you could almost draw at the sight of him.

When you shift back to meet his eyes, he's looking at you with his eyebrows raised and that fucking knowing smirk decorating his face.

He's so smug. He knows he's hot.

"Fuck, Changbin, you're the hottest person I've ever laid eyes on." You don't know why, but you're breathless. The feeling of wanting him for so long and finally having him fills you completely.

He doesn't answer; instead, he chuckles darkly, pulling you by your waist. You gasp when, with one quick motion, he succeeds at pulling down your sweatpants and your pants. at the same time.

This man needs to stop, or you're going to go cum untouched.

Changbin begins rubbing circles into you, and it doesn't take long for you to buckle, holding onto his arms for support, fingers digging into the skin.

He clicks his tongue, his face is inches away from yours. "Found it."

"Shut u-" He cuts you off by pushing a finger into you. He grabs your nipples in between his fingers with his free hand and pinches it, earning a rather loud whimper from you.

"So sensitive." He mumbles, a bud still in his mouth, licking a long stripe that has you arching your back. When he pushes a second finger, you're already feeling overwhelmed, his scent and the growing knot on your belly being the only things on your mind.

You catch his mouth, leaning into his touch, wanting to feel him in every way you possibly can now. The third kiss you share is messy, just how you like it: tongues clashing, drool spilling from your mouth when you pull away gasping for air.

"Messy." He points, lips red and swollen; his thumb brushes against your clit again and you moan. "So dirty too, you don't even care if someone hears you, do you?"

You shake your head, unable to bring yourself to speak, holding back the urge to grind down on his fingers.

"What if Chan walked in?" "And saw his little innocent best friend moaning my name so sinfully, going dumb just from my fingers."

The picture fills your head: Chan opening the door suddenly and catching you all open and wide while crying out his other best friend's name.

It's wrong. Chan's been your best friend of years.

It shouldn't turn you on.

It really shouldn't.

But it does.

And you clench, whimpering from embarrassment, when Changbin raises an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, you like that?" He scuffs, quickening the pace of his fingers. "You like the thought of being caught?" No, you like the thought of being caught by him? "You want Chan to see how much of a mess you are for me?"

No, no, you can't admit that to him, you can't -

"Answer me, you can take it. You're a big girl, you're not made of glass". He takes this opportunity to curl his fingers, hitting just the right spot.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." "Yes, yes, yes, I do, just... please, please." You don't even have time to warn him before you're cumming, and you're left shaking, panting, and reaching for his body to ground you in every way you possibly can.

"Holy shit." You murmur, speechless.

He snorts, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. He's about to wipe them on his shirt, but you stop him, grabbing him by the wrist and bringing his hand closer to your face. You don't know what's gotten into you when you push his fingers inside your mouth and lick them clean, but it's not like you've never tasted yourself before; plus, the look on his face and the low grunt he lets out...priceless.

"Bed?." You ask mid-sucking, eyes pierced on his.

"Have I told you you're perfect today?"

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You wake up with an uncomfortable light coming from the blinders, hitting your eyes. Whining, you try to shift on the bed, only to be met with Changbin's strong arms holding you close and still next to him. Smiling at the sight, you let yourself enjoy this moment just a bit longer. Even when the soreness from the night before and the fact that you actually slept with Changbin hits you, you push the doubts away.

Those lovely seconds are rapidly disturbed by a sound on the kitchen, though, and you panic. You give Changbin a pat on the back in an attempt to wake him up.

"Bin?." You call.

Rolling your eyes, you try to break out of his embrace, failing miserably when his grip tightens.

"Binnie, wake up!" you try again, louder this time. He shifts, and you think he's finally awake, his eyes fluttering open lightly to meet your own.

"It's too early to wake up." Changbin whines, somehow moving even closer to you, taking your left leg and placing it on top of his. "And you need rest if you don't want to be tired for our first date later."

You tense when the word "date" hits your ears, and you must've given a hint of that tension because Changbin lets out a small chuckle, eyes fully opening.

He looks so beautiful and soft like this, with messy hair—that might've been your fault—droopy eyes blinking slowly at you, and the sweetest grin on his face.

Even though all of that happened, the fact that Changbin is in front of you wants to amaze you, and hearing that he wants to go on a date with you? or even date you for real? Breathtaking.

"I think someone's here, Binnie." You mumble quietly, afraid that might affect this whole situation.

"And what's wrong with that?" He's now lazily playing with your hair, fingers caressing through the locs carefully.

"You're not... bothered by it?" They might come check on us."

"Not really, I'm quite happy actually." He shrugs. "Unless you aren't, if so, we can-"

"No," you interrupt, struggling to meet his eyes. "I'm happy too."

"Good." He kisses your forehead and leans your head back to rest on his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast, and it's somehow reassuring, like it's saying, "I feel the same way about you."

All you can feel is utter happiness to be in this moment with him.

Until your phone rings.

Changbin gives you a look that says "don't answer," but your gut tells you otherwise, your phone is within arm's reach anyway, so you don't have to move around much to grab it.

Once you do, you catch the glimpse of Chan's name, apparently he called you and send a few texts.

Now it's Changbin's turn to be tense.

Opening your chat, you're met with his messages.

chris 🐺: really?

chris 🐺: I leave you guys alone for ONE NIGHT and you have sex?

chris 🐺: not that I didn't saw it coming, you're terrible at hiding it, but you could've at least WARNED ME before

you: how do you even know that????

chris 🐺: YOU'RE BACK 😭

chris 🐺: anyway, may or may not have walked into the two of you cuddling in your sleep

The sight could've been innocent honestly, if Changbin didn't sleep in his underwear and his hand wasn't placed on your ass throughout the entire night.

you: sorry, i was going to tell you this morning

chris 🐺: it's fine, im just sad that you're growing so fast 😭😭😭😭😭

you: christopher, quit acting like my dad!

chris 🐺: sorry

chris 🐺: it was cute though, i sneaked a couple of pics, doesn't matter

you: YOU DID WHAT????

Changbin snorts, eyes fixed on your phone, following your texts

chris 🐺: love you

chris 🐺: im making pancakes, if our breakfast plans are still up.

you: yeah, be out in a sec, need to soothe Changbin. he's traumatized, afraid you'll kill him

chris 🐺: oh and I will.

chris 🐺: after we eat tho :)

#braindead rn #changbin is so hot here wtf #the sheer confidence?? sir??#like do u need a gf?#do u need a wife?#do u need a cuddle buddy?#do u need a dog?#cuz i can be all of them if you want 🛐#for free ofc #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz x reader

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