#i'm hoping that this can make up for my recent miguel obsession😭

[imrllytootiredforthis]

not without you

chagbin x reader

smut, dom reader, sub changbin, masturbation, boypussy binne, pillow humping, nipple play, crying, basically changbin trying to get off but he can't without you

18+ mdni

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changbin who can't come without you.

the sinful sounds of his frustrated, denied moans filling the room past the barrier of the walls, accompanied by the wet sounds of him playing with his pussy.

poor binnie who lays writhing on your shared bed all day long. his fingers buried between his legs, switching between burying deep inside his cunt and playing with his sensitive clit.

his fingers aren't long enough, they don't reach as deep as yours do; aren't as warm as yours are. don't hit that one spot that makes him squirm on the sheets, trying not to cum immediately.

if only he could now.

his hips roll in a clumsy motions, no rhythm as he pants and tries to go faster until his hand cramps and his chest heaves, thighs burning from exertion and face burning from embarrassment.

he can't get off without you.

no matter what he does. as he humps his hand desperately; as tears roll down his face...he's so close but it's not enough.

your voice isn't here to talk him through it. to coo to him, and call him a good boy or a dirty slut. your precious baby or a toy.

not here to whisper in his ear about how his walls clench around you, or marvel at how warm he is. tease him and call his pussy sloppy and all wet just for you as you lick a long stripe through his folds, groaning at the taste of him like it's the best damn meal you've ever eaten<3

he can almost hear the obscene sounds of your mouth licking all over him, teasing as you just dip inside of him, pulling out and letting him sob before doing it all over again.

he can't fucking do this

he switches tactics, pulling one of your pillows between his legs, burying his face into the other, smelling your scent, wishing you were there as he needily works against the soft fabric.

it's not enough.

not when he makes a mess all over the pillow. the poor thing laid victim to his lust soaked all the way through as he sloppily thrusts against it.

he sobs, calls out your name as if that will help.

tries to recreate every one of your touches all over his body. teasing and mean and without fail, giving him earth-shattering orgasms every time.

your fingers and mouth as they play with his tits. he shoves his fingers in his mouth before playing with them, trying to recreate how warm your tongue feels wrapping around his sensitive nipples, nails digging in to replicate how your teeth feel just slightly nibbling around them.

you've made him cum from that alone countless times before. but he still can't do it himself because it's not you.

not you.

not you. not you. not you.

drool and tears and pre cum soak into pillows. he can barely think. barely breathe or do anything other than try to imagine you.

"please!" comes the mewl.

silence. nothing. you're not here.

the heel of his palm presses against his clit as he grinds down onto it, moaning and keening throughout the way.

the coil tightens deep inside him.

but it's still not fucking enough.

"Binne! baby, where're you?"

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