#seo changbin scenarios

[fireboltposts]

"Oppa"

A/N : Gif credit goes to the owner.

• It was a quiet Friday evening and you had come home from work a few hours ago and now had the sudden urge to arrange your closet. Your countless clothes were now scattered all over the bed with your Spotify Kpop playlist on shuffle in the background.

• Chan was busy working on writing some lyrics on his notepad in the other room.

• When he finally was satisfied with what he wrote he decided to check in on you and ask if you needed some help in folding your clothes.

• So he walked into the bedroom, rubbing the back of his neck, as he glanced around, when the familiar notes of Boy In Luv by BTS reached his ears. His eyes landed on you, swaying to the beat of the chorus as you folded your clothes, completely engrossed in the music.

• When the part 되고파 너의 오빠, 너를 향한 나의 마음을 왜 몰라? (I want to become your oppa why don't you know my feelings for you ?) came up, you noticed him standing at the doorway, you smirked at him.

• Feeling completely confident and mischievous this time for some reason, you grabbed an artificial rose from the vase on your bedside table and approached him, singing the lines to him passionately 나를 모른 척해도, 차가운 척해도 널 밀어내진 못하겠어 (even if you pretend to not know me and be cold i still can't push you away).

• Chan's eyebrows shot up in surprise, he clearly hadn't expected you to serenade him with this song, a song meant for a girl by a guy. "Wait what are you - ?! Are you seriously serenading me with this song ?" He continued to look at you in amusement yet he couldn't help but blush at your antics.

• You ignored him and continued to sing 되고파 너의 오빠 너의 남자가 될 거야 두고 봐 (i want to be your oppa I'll be your man, wait and see), as you held the rose out to him, tilting your head dramatically as you waited for his reaction with a mischievous smile on your face.

• Chan was utterly dumbfounded yet he couldn't hide his amusement and the growing grin on his face. He blinked a few times before bursting into laughter and said "out of all the songs in the world you serenaded me with a song about wanting to be someone's man ? Y/N you're unpredictable", he continued laughing, and took the rose.

• "So ? Can't I take charge and serenade you ?", you mock pouted.

• His laughter softened into a warm smile "you're too much you know that ?"

• "Thanks thanks, I aim to entertain".

• "Chan looked at the rose in his hand and said "you're lucky I find this adorable".

• "Adorable ? I was going for bold and romantic Chan", feigning offense.

• "Oh ya that too", he said as he pulled you closer.

• "You know I hated the word oppa ? I mean when I came to know this whole K industry existed that word was everywhere in songs, movies and fans overused it to no end so I found it cringy".

• He raised his eyebrows, "so what changed now ? because you know you literally just serenaded me with a song that had oppa".

• "Ahh I guess I kind of like it now but only in small doses. Maybe I started to like it because of you who knows ? Like it's not cringy when it comes to you, it's cute, I guess".

• He trailed off looking thoughtful. Then he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "So you think I'm cute ? Anyways if you ever did call me oppa, like, seriously, I think my heart might stop".

• You raised your eyebrows, smirking. "Oh is that so ?"

• "For the record you can call me anything and it would be sweet. But oppa, coming only from you is ..... special", he said quietly. You made a mental note about this.

• Fifteen minutes later, you both had fallen into a comfortable silence, as you continued to fold the last of your clothes with Chan's help, the oppa conversation forgotten for now. That was until you had a mischievous idea.

• Chan had folded a bunch of your clothes and was about to keep it on the top shelf of the closet but you wanted it to be on the middle shelf. So you realised that the opportunity couldn't be missed.

• "Oppa, put the clothes in the middle shelf", you said, trying not to smirk, feigning innocence.

• Chan froze mid-way, his head whipped towards you so fast, you were surprised he didn't pull a muscle.

• "What ? What did you just call me ?", his voice full of disbelief and shock.

• "What ? I just said oppa put the clothes in the middle shelf", you shrugged innocently, your tone nonchalant as if it was the most natural thing to do.

• Chan’s jaw dropped, and he stared at you as if you’d just declared something groundbreaking. "You,did you just, did you actually ?", he stammered, his usual eloquence completely failing him.

• You turned back to your task, suppressing a laugh as you placed the clothes you took from his hands neatly into the cupboard. "What’s the big deal ? You told me you'd like it, didn’t you?".

• "You ! You can’t just drop that on me out of nowhere ! I wasn’t ready !"

• You finally let out a laugh, closing the cupboard and turning to face him fully. "What do you mean, you weren’t ready ? It’s just a word".

• "No no no," he said, shaking his head, his expression somewhere between giddy and flustered. "It’s not just a word. You, you said it so casually ! Like, like…" He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as if trying to collect himself. "You know what you’re doing to me right now, don’t you ?"

• You shrugged, folding another shirt. "I have no idea what you’re talking about".

• "You've ruined me now. I'll be thinking about this for days now".

• "You're so sappy", you said, ruffling his hair.

• "And you love it",he shot back.

• A fortnight later, you walked into the studio with a nicely packed lunch for all the members. When you stepped in, the guys greeted you enthusiastically.

• "Look who's here",Minho said with a smirk. "Oh she's brought food", said Felix, his face lighting up.

• "Don't worry guys I brought extra for all of you, so no fighting over the food". You glanced over at Chan who was looking at you interact with the members with a smile on his face. You chatted some more with the guys.

• The boys laughed at some joke you made , and some time later their attention was completely focused on the food. Meanwhile you took the specially packed lunch you had brought for Chan and approached him.

• "I made this for you Channie", you said with a smile on your face.

• "Thanks love", he blushed as he took the box from your hands.

• The moment seemed innocent enough until, just as you were about to leave, you turned back to the room, saying your goodbyes to the other members. But as you reached the door, you turned to Chan, a mischievous idea in your head.

• "Oppa, eat well," you said sweetly, leaning in to kiss his cheek, your lips lingering on his cheek a moment long than usual before stepping back. You glanced over your shoulder, catching his stunned expression as you added a playful knowing wink before walking out. The room went silent.

• "Did she just - ?", Seungmin asked, looking up from his food in shock.

• "Oppa ? Since when does Y/N call you oppa ?" asked Hyunjin, his mouth half full with food, his eyes wide.

• Felix nearly choked on some rice, hastily patting his chest before he says "Wow i didn't know she even had that word in her vocabulary".

• Chan, on the other hand, was frozen in place, holding the lunch box like it was the most precious thing in the world. His face turned a deep shade of red, and he touched the spot on his cheek where you’d kissed him, as if to confirm it actually happened. "She just called me -" he began, his voice soft and incredulous. "She called me oppa a second time."

• "Yeah, we heard,"Jeongin deadpanned, though his eyes were still wide.

• "And kissed you on the cheek", Jisung added with a grin. "In front of all of us, too. Bold".

• "A second time ? What do you mean ?", Changbin asked him.

• Chan recounted to his members what happened two weeks prior in brief. He was met with a response of wolf whistles and loud 'woah's and clapping.

• Chan turned to glare at them, though his blush gave away his embarrassment. "Shut up guys,"he muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words, hiding his face with his palms. " I didn't know she was going to do that. She just.. caught me off guard again"

• "Oh, you’re enjoying this", Jisung said, nudging Chan with his elbow. “Don’t even try to deny it".

• "Maybe a little", he admitted softly.

• "A little ? You look like you're on cloud nine", Hyunjin said smirking.

• The room erupted into laughter as Chan buried his face in his hands, his ears burning. " Can we just drop it already ?"

• "No way", Minho said. We're not letting you live this one down".

• Despite the teasing, Chan couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through his chest. The memory of your playful wink and the way you’d said oppa replayed in his mind, making him smile despite himself.

• As the laughter died down and the members turned their attention back to the food, Chan sat quietly, still holding the lunch box you’d given him. He couldn’t help but think about how effortlessly you managed to turn his world upside down with just a single word.

A/N : Hope you liked it. Do like, comment and follow if you did. Meanwhile you can find the rest of my masterlist here.

[luvyeni]

𐙚 : SELLING MY BOYFRIEND W/ STRAYKIDS (smau) ֶָ֢ !

request: can you make the selling my bf thing but for skz? pls n thxx

authors note. no problem luv , i hope you like it <3!!!

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[soobnny]

we'll never have sex — changbin x reader ; established relationship & hurt/comfort (1.2k words)

there is nothing more beautiful than the promise of love even if you cannot guarantee or give that certain level of intimacy just yet

for my girls with a complicated relationship w sex & yes this is based off of leith ross’ song

Facetimes with Changbin always last longer than they should. 

Had it been anyone else, the call would’ve dropped more than an hour ago. You’d have been found guilty for finding any excuse to warrant you some silence–the slightest tinge of awkwardness, the moment conversation runs out, faking plans.

Never with Changbin.

The static of phone calls stretch on, neither of you having moved much. You can’t remember how long it’d been since either of you said something, but you’ve never minded. The quiet that came with your boyfriend had always felt comfortable. Almost safe.

In your periphery, just at the top most right of your screen, you can see him sprawled across his bed, signature hoodie to match the boyfriend look, and fingers lazily scrolling through his phone. 

“Still awake, baby?” His voice breaks the silence, teasing almost, but still gentle. 

“Mhm.” You hum, shifting in your position a little. “But ‘m a little sleepy.”

“You should go to bed.”

“No.” Changbin chuckles at your refusal, deep and raspy through the phone. His eyes are crinkled at the corners, distinguishably fond even with the poor quality of the video.

For a second, you allow yourself to just watch the boy–his glazed eyes, the softness in his features accentuated by the low light of his room, the warmth of his smile. 

Almost safe. Almost reassuring. 

You wonder if it’s all a facade, wonder when he’d finally break, wonder when he’d leave you because you refuse to let him do anything beyond a kiss. Maybe no amount of love, even from the right person like Changbin, will ever be enough to change that.

You try to scold yourself. Self-destructing thoughts are too familiar, they reverberate in your head like you’d been thinking about it for a while, like they’d been practiced and practiced until permanently tattooed. 

The tears come without warning, mid-scolding. Big and heavy and warm. They pool at the edges of your version, and it makes you feel pathetic that you hurry to press the sleeve of your hoodie against your face. 

Changbin notices immediately.

“Hey.” his voice sharpens, the playful edge he’d been sporting earlier gone in a split second. “(Name)? Baby, hey, look at me. What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, and oh god, he’s going to leave you. He’s going to leave you because you’re such a crybaby, and anyone with a normal fucking mind wouldn’t do this to him. Anyone under normal—kinder—circumstances wouldn’t think like this. 

“Baby.” He tries again, softer this time. “Talk to me.” 

Your throat tightens around something akin to a lump. You try to swallow it down. 

“Why’re you crying? What’s wrong?” 

There’s a long pause before you finally speak.

“What if I… what if…” You start, voice barely above a whisper. You don’t know how to continue, words disjointed and dismembered. “If I said you could never touch me, would you still want to be with me?”

Changbin pauses for a fraction of a second, eyebrows drawn together in genuine confusion. But you go on, inundating him with the fears that have spent your entire life trying to catch up with you.

“I can’t give you what you want. It’s what you want, isn’t it? Would you still stay with me even if I told you that I never want to have sex?”

The boy’s expression softens immediately. He can hear his own heart break at how fragile you sound, at how shattering it is to look at your tear-streaked face through a screen, at the things that could’ve transpired for you to think that he’d ever leave you because of that, just because of something so menial to him in a relationship.

“Of course I’ll stay.” He says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “That doesn’t change anything.”

His words are meant to be comforting, the small but sure smile on his lips should’ve been enough to return your peace, but instead, the tears well up again. Heavier this time. 

“Wait. Wait, wait—hold on.” His face suddenly disappears off the screen as he fumbles with his phone. He sounds rushed. “I’m… I can’t just look at you cry and not do anything about it.”

Then the call ends.

It isn’t until fifteen minutes later when a sudden knock on your door shakes you from your self-pity do you see him again. And he’s standing there, slightly out of breath, the same hoodie you’d seen earlier half-zipped with his hair tousled from the cold wind outside. 

“Binnie.” Your voice cracks. “What are you doing here?”

Changbin doesn’t say anything at first, just allows himself to look at you—eyes tracing over the tear stains on your cheeks, and the way you’re hugging yourself with the sleeves of one of his jackets. 

Then, without a word, he slips a hand beneath your jaw, tilting your face to look you in the eyes. His palms on your skin feel warm, calloused but gentle as he cradles you in his hands. “I think…” He pauses. 

A heartbeat passes.

“I think you look lovely.” He murmurs, tone low and gentle, abating the tempestuous anxieties swelling in the pit of your stomach. “And I love you. Not because of what you think I’m expecting from you, but because I love you. The entirety of you.”

You press your face into the crook of his neck as an ugly sob escapes your throat. The tears spill over again, faster, and you feel so ridiculous for crying even more in front of him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I— I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He pulls back, leaning in to press a kiss to your wet cheeks. His voice is firm, but not unkind. Never unkind. And his eyes held no hesitation, no flicker of doubt in the way he’s looking at you right now. “Did I say anything to make you feel this way?”

Changbin tries to hide how he feels about his question, like he could never imagine being the reason why you’re sobbing like this.

“No, oh my god. Binnie, no. It’s not you.” 

“Okay, it’s not me.” His voice is still kind, relieved. “I’m never expecting anything from you, okay?”

And just as gentle as he’s holding you, he kisses you. Nothing desperate, nothing hurried even. Just slow and lingering, like he’s savoring the moment for exactly what it is. He isn’t kissing you to take you to bed, not to ask for anything more, not even to change your mind.

Changbin kisses you just to kiss you. 

Just to hopefully show you that he means everything he said to you. 

“I’ll take care of you.” His fingers thread through your hair. “I love you.”

Quietly, tiredly, you start to show a small smile. “Thank you.”

Loving you is so easy for Changbin. Like second nature. Like falling in love with your laughter, and the little parts of you that make up your sum. And you’re aware that it’s going to take time to heal yourself—that it won’t be so easy all the time, that there will be days like these again, but you also know enough that he is genuine and that he loves you with no expectations even if it’s hard to believe sometimes.

Seo Changbin loves you with every bit of conscience he was born with. He loves you simply. 

You stay like this for a while. Safe. Reassuring. Until you feel the sickness less and less.

[sanakimohara]

Just a quick reminder….this is what Changbin’s hands look like…

You ever just wanna hold Changbin’s hands and lock them between yours cause his fingers just look so soft and warm but at the same time you can easily imagine them just squishing you all over nd stuffing you full and-

Hold on. Putting this in my drafts before I get too carried away but you guys get the gist lol.

[yaniluvs]

stay with me 日 : aftercare with your loving boyfriend, after a long night.

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yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ and i'm back, i know i said i'd do jeongin ver. next, but an anon sent in a request and i wanted to complete it as soon as i could. i'm really sorry that you had to go through that, really, people like that are shit :(. i know it isn't much but i hope this small drabble makes you feel better. take care, luvie <3 comments, requests, asks likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! comment/ask if you want to be added to my mastertag ! happy reading <3

the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room, a low backdrop to the stillness of the moment. the hotel suite was dimly lit, the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden glow over the rumpled sheets. changbin lay beside y/n, his body curled protectively around hers. his fingers traced lazy circles on her back as her breathing remained uneven, quiet sniffles betraying the fragile state she was in.

it had been beautiful, passionate, and filled with love, but now the aftereffects had hit her hard. it was something her boyfriend had learned to recognize and understand early on in their relationship, but it never failed to break his heart when she sank into that vulnerable state.

“baby,” he murmured softly, his deep voice laced with worry as he gently brushed strands of hair from her damp forehead. “are you feeling cold? do you need anything?”

her response was barely audible, a shaky whisper that tugged at his chest. “just… stay close.”

“i’m not going anywhere, love,” he assured her, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. “i’ve got you.”

she whimpered softly, her arms instinctively reaching for him, and changbin immediately pulled her closer, his broad chest a solid, comforting presence against her trembling frame. “hey, shh,” he whispered, rubbing her back in slow, soothing motions. “it’s okay, baby. you’re okay. just breathe with me, yeah?”

he guided her through deep breaths, his forehead pressed gently against hers as he matched his rhythm to hers. “in and out, love. just like that. that’s my good girl.”

her shaky breaths began to even out, but tears still brimmed in her eyes. “i’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “i don’t know why i feel like this.”

“don’t you dare apologize for this,” changbin said firmly but softly, tilting her chin up so she could see the unwavering love in his eyes. “it’s normal, love. your emotions are just catching up, that’s all. you’ve given me so much of yourself—let me take care of you now, okay?”

she nodded hesitantly, and changbin’s heart swelled with both love and protectiveness. “that’s my baby,” he said, leaning in to kiss her nose, then her cheeks. “you’re so precious to me. you know that, right?”

her lips trembled as she nodded again, and he smiled, his dimples peeking out despite the serious concern in his eyes. “good. because i’m not going anywhere. ever. you’re stuck with me, love.”

changbin slipped out of bed with care, tucking the blanket around her before padding to the bathroom. he moved with quiet efficiency, running a warm bubble bath, the soothing scent of lavender filling the room. when he returned, he crouched by the bed, his dark eyes searching hers with gentle concern.

“do you wanna have a warm bubble bath?” he asked, his voice low and inviting. “i’ve prepare everything for you.”

she nodded, the faintest trace of a smile pulling at her lips. “yeah… that sounds nice.”

“okay, baby. let’s go.” he helped her sit up, his hands steadying her trembling frame. “take it slow, love. no rush.”

the bathroom was cozy and inviting, steam curling around the air as changbin guided her to the edge of the tub. he helped her undress with the utmost care, his touches tender and nonintrusive. “tell me if it’s too hot,” he said, testing the water before helping her step in.

she sank into the bubbles with a sigh, her tense shoulders finally relaxing. changbin knelt beside the tub, a small smile on his lips as he reached for a soft washcloth. “just let me take care of you,” he murmured, his tone filled with love.

he washed her gently, his hands moving in soothing strokes as he hummed a quiet tune. occasionally, he leaned in to press kisses to her damp skin—a silent reassurance that she was his whole world. “you’re so strong, baby. so perfect. i’m so lucky to have you.”

tears welled in her eyes again, but this time they were different—less about the overwhelming drop and more about the sheer tenderness he gave her.

“i’m here, love,” he said, his hand pausing to cradle her cheek. “always.”

after finishing, he leaned back on his heels and grinned softly. “you know what i love most about bubble baths?” he asked, playfully flicking a bit of foam onto her nose.

“what?” she murmured, her lips curving slightly despite herself.

“getting to spoil you,” he replied, his dimples on full display. “you deserve to feel like a queen, every single day.”

once she was clean and the water began to cool, he wrapped her in a plush towel, drying her with the same care. “let’s get you comfortable,” he said, leading her back to the bed where fresh sheets awaited. he helped her into one of his oversized shirts before tucking her in, joining her moments later.

“come here,” he murmured, opening his arms. she curled into his chest, her head resting over his heart. his fingers danced along her spine in slow, rhythmic motions.

“you’re my everything, y/n,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair. “i don’t ever want you to feel alone, okay? i’ll always be here for you.”

her voice was barely above a whisper, but he caught the words. “i love you.”

his hold tightened, his lips brushing over her forehead. “i love you more, baby. so much.”

she hummed softly, and he kissed her forehead again, then her cheeks, her nose, her lips—anywhere he could reach. “i’ve got you, love. you’re safe. always.”

as the tension drained from her body, her breaths grew steadier. changbin began to hum, his deep voice soft and soothing as he sang one of her favorite songs. it wasn’t long before her eyes fluttered shut, her hand clutching the fabric of his shirt.

he stayed awake a little longer, watching over her with a protective gaze, his heart full. “sleep well, my love,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to her temple before finally allowing himself to rest.

mastertag ୨୧ @cosmicalily thank you luvie <3

[yxngbxkkie]

comfort (s.c)

i saw a tik tok where it looked like changbinnie was getting ignored, and it absolutely broke my heart 😭 so, to fix it, i wrote this cute fic 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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You hook a leg under your thigh as you continue to scroll through tik tok. You smile at the edits people have made of Changbin, your boyfriend of three years. You giggle at how adorable he is, double tapping the video to like it.

The door to your shared apartment opens, causing you to lift your head. Changbin walks through the door, dropping the bag in his hands. A frown instantly comes to your lips as he doesn't greet you.

He walks past you, going down the short hallway before heading into the bedroom. You lock your phone, setting it on the arm of the couch.

“Bin?” You gently call out his name, lifting yourself from the couch.

You peek into your bedroom, seeing Changbin sitting on the edge of your bed. He scrolls through his phone, aimlessly scrolling through Twitter.

“Baby?” You whisper the pet name, hoping he heard you.

He doesn't look in your direction, seeming pretty focused on the tweets. You release a quiet sigh, stepping towards him before sinking to your knees.

You rest your hands against his meaty thighs, gently rubbing the clothed muscle. “Did something happen?” You question him.

His dark eyes finally meet yours, and you can see the unshed tears in them. You whisper, “oh, honey,” before moving to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I don't get it,” he mumbles into your neck, feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. You rub his back gently as Changbin circles his arm around your waist. “I do everything for them. Why don't they love me as much as I love them?”

“Stay loves you, Bin,” you reassure him while combing your fingers through his hair. “Just before you got home, I saw so many edits of you.”

Changbin lifts his head, his eyes turning red from him crying. You give him a soft smile, wiping the excess tears. “Did you really?” He asks in a tiny voice, moving his hands to your outer thighs.

You nod your head, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “Absolutely, Binnie. I've seen a lot of Stays simp for you, baby,” you tell him truthfully, doing your best to make him feel better.

He doesn't say anything, dropping his gaze to his lap. “Tonight,” Changbin starts but instantly pauses, taking a deep breath. “We did the pre-recording for our comeback. As we were leaving, I waved and said goodbye, but as soon as Jeongin came, everyone was screaming. I just don't get why they don't scream for me. Am I that bad?”

“Baby, no,” you lift his head, making him look at you. “You're not bad at all. You're so loved by so many people, I promise you.”

Changbin sniffles and nods his head. “I love you,” he whispers, returning his gaze to you.

You give him a toothy grin, dipping your head down to capture his lips with yours. “Just remember that you're so loved. Not only by your members, but by true Stays,” you remind him after pulling away. “And me, of course.”

A smile comes to his lips, the first one you've seen tonight. You stroke his cheeks, pinching them softly. “I'm so grateful for you, baby,” he sighs, leaning forward to rest his head against your stomach.

“I love you so much, Seo Changbin,” you sigh into his hair, placing a couple of quick kisses to the top of his head. “My strong and talented baby.”

The two of you stay connected for almost ten minutes. One of your hands glides up and down his back while the other plays with his black hair.

“Did you eat?” Changbin asks, pulling back to look at you.

“I was waiting for you,” you tell him with a giggle. You shift in his arms, plopping yourself onto his lap. “I figured we could order something and cuddle on the couch.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, releasing a hum. “I like the sound of that. Can we order my favorite?” Changbin asks, squeezing your body against his.

“Of course, baby,” you giggle, slipping a hand underneath the back of his shirt. “We can get whatever you want!”

Changbin grows excited and lifts himself off of the bed, carrying you in his buff arms. “I got so lucky with you,” he almost squeals, pressing chaste kisses to your cheek while heading into the living room.

“You say that, but I think I'm the one lucky one,” you laugh, kissing his cheek.

~

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[catiuskaa]

just hold on, darling.

SUMMARY: there’s a will and a way when waiting for him to log off work seems a lot… just hold on, darling.

WC: 0.7k

CW: lowercase, explicit and suggestive. thigh riding!

REQ! by anonnie right here. pookie, there was no question, and yet this was the correct fucking answer. ult taste, 10/10. slay.

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“just hold on, darling,” he says again, pressing on his glasses once more, still sat in front of the laptop.

you roll your eyes, because he’s been saying the same thing for the past ten minutes. and it had all been a-ok during the rest of the day, a lucky one, that is, because after the last photoshoot of today’s schedule, he had been allowed to take the outfit back home.

the typing noise he’s making, along with how he pushes the bridge of his thick black glasses back does not match the biker vibes he has going on. the idea had been to take it off once you both arrived home, but it had taken a mere phone call for him to make a beeline to his computer to deal with whatever he had been told to.

and there he was.

typing.

“so unfair.” you pout, exaggerating a frown. he snickers, not adding further comments.

“why are you in such a hurry, bubs?” he finally says something different, even if his eyes can’t seem to leave the screen.

a blush threatens to creep up from your neck, but there was no trace of shame or bashfulness when you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you kept winking and smirking while you were taking your photos.” you shrug, as if the thought is just that simple to you.

and it is. changbin is hot. very hot.

there are no further comments required.

his sheepish chuckle makes you roll your eyes again. “what do you mean?” he smiles. “i was just taking the photos, darling.”

the audacity to tease you on and on and then not doing anything about it makes heat pool in your belly. what the fuck is he playing?

you make your way towards him from the doorframe, separating the chair from the table, your hand grabbing the back of his chair, forcing him to look at you.

the way changbin finally looks at you shoots up the tension in the room, his chocolate-colored eyes turning darker as they travel along the seams of the new lingerie you’re wearing.

“what’s this?” he smirks, but you quickly shoo his hands away, a sly grin discernible in your features.

he bites his lip when you sit on his lap. “that depends,” you grin cheekily. his hand travels to your neck, and he hums when you let him, settling yours over his.

“i need to finish this,” he says, but his hands move you to sit over his thigh.

“i want to finish too,” you tease, kissing his cheeks, the corner of his lips, his neck. his sighs and grunts make you snicker, knowing that your convincements tactics are working.

but then, he bites his lip. “finish, then.” his hand finds home on your hip. you blink, certainly interested in what he has to say.

“if you can do as i say and finish right here on my thigh, maybe i won’t be as mean as you are being right now,” he faked annoyance, much to your amusement. “looking so edible when i need to work… what a tease, bubs.”

you bite your lip. “you mean it?”

he grins, kissing your collarbone. “of course. just hold on, mmh?” he teases, his hand on your hip lowering to your butt. “hold on to me.”

the way he fails to go back to his work makes you bite your lip to hold back a smile. his hands grow restless, grabbing and touching, helping you roll your hips as he tenses his thigh.

“that’s it, bunny.” he licks your neck, then blows on it, just how you like it, making you shiver over him. “i can feel you getting wet. that what you wanted, mmh?” he nibbles and pecks kisses on your chest, enticingly lowering the straps of your bra.

he doesn’t take it off, merely stares at you from below, his eyes captured in the way you pant and moan.

“bin…”

fuck it.

work can wait.

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[jellyleggz]

marred marriage | seo changbin

pairing: husband! seo changbin x gold digger! fem! reader

genre: marriage au, suggestive smut (18+)

synopsis: being so anal about commitments yet choosing to be stuck in a marriage is very confusing for you

warning(s): infidelity, crude language, sexual content (minors dni), mutual masturbation, pet names (darling, baby, babe), lowkey kinda toxic lmao 🫠

word count: 2k

You’ve come home late multiple nights a week without your husband questioning it and you are quite sure that he knows what you are up to.

It was quite obvious too. The engagement and wedding bands both absent from your ring finger. Cheap cologne lingering on your clothes. Wine red bruises blooming on your neck and collarbone.

The week after you got married to Changbin, you continued your lifestyle at bars and clubs as if you were still single. In your book, you were still single and still ready to mingle. After all, you only married your husband for his money and not for love.

Changbin is a workaholic working in the finance sector. He practically lives and breathes numbers. Other than the gym, nothing much happens in his personal life. But he is getting to that age when marriage is always asked in conversation. Many people ranging from his family, friends and coworkers had been urging him to finally settle. He decided that it was time. The man didn’t care for who he ends up with. Just as long as he gets settled.

The big problem is, no one seems to want to stick around for the long run. His dates would end up with the other person just not being interested in him or they have some commitment issues or they just want a quick fuck. The longer this went on, the more desperate Changbin got. He just wanted someone who was willing to stay. Fuck, love is not even the thing Changbin is looking for. Just someone who is willing to stick with him. And he is willing to provide too.

Fun is what you enjoy. Bars, clubs, casinos, speakeasies, fucking around with multiple people at the same time. You have absolutely no desire in staying in a committed relationship. Those were booooring to you. Having fun with different people in the ungodly hours of the night keeps you alive. It was fun. Relationships were not fun.

Your dates never lasted to second ones and it was only Changbin you were willing to give another date. Who wouldn’t want to bag a guy who works at finance?

It wasn’t until the fourth date where you were starting to show disinterest at him. He started bringing up marriage. YUCK. Right when you got up to leave, he grabs on to your wrist. His hold was firm yet not enough to hurt you.

You can sense the desperation from his eyes. “Please just please… I’ll provide for you. You can still live your life. I don’t care what you do. Just marry me… please.”

And here you are now. Changbin’s high rise condo is located at the heart of the city’s downtown. You are nursing a glass of wine on your hand while the other is holding your phone as you complain to your friend on the other side of the screen.

“I mean don’t get me wrong. I love him for his money but I just hate being tied to this marriage.” You take another small sip of wine.

Unbeknownst to you, your husband was eavesdropping on this conversation since it started. You haven’t noticed that his bedroom door was ever so slightly ajar, making it easier to listen in. It was also helpful you had your phone on speaker mode.

“Girl. There are lots of other women out there who would kill to be in your position. He lets you fuck around while still giving you money.”

“Actually. He doesn’t know I’ve been fucking around. Or maybe he does I don’t know. He did say he doesn’t give a fuck about what I do with my life so I’ll take it. But at the same time. You know me. I hate commitments.”

And Changbin does give no fucks if you sleep around or not. It’s what you feel about this marriage that he worries about. Well granted he did kinda coerce you into giving in with his money but he just didn’t want you to leave. He needed another way for you to stay.

Later that night, you were getting dolled up to meet a Tinder date at a hotel. You cover your dress with a trench coat. Just as you were about to head out. You spot your husband sitting on the sofa.

“Going out somewhere tonight, darling?” He gives you a smile. Had it not been for that darling you would have thought this question had no underlying intent.

“I was gonna go meet up with Stacy at this new Thai restaurant that just opened,” you lie.

“Is that so?” He knew it was bullshit.

“I uhm…I thought you would be working tonight?”

Changbin took a gulp of scotch before answering. “Took the night off.” Which was not a lie. He genuinely needed a rest. But he also had plans for you.

“O-kay. I’ll be heading out now,” you say as you opened the door.

That’s when he dropped the big gun. “I don’t care who you sleep around with because baby, at the end of the day, you come back to this home. You come back to me.” You turn around with him giving you the biggest smirk on his face.

You closed the door and took a step forward to him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Shut up.” You gulp. What is your husband on?

Changbin finished his glass of scotch, placing it on the coffee table along with his glasses. Now that you think about it, you haven’t seen him without glasses even after the wedding and well… he looks hot. Why is your husband hot?

He wanted to tease you. He wanted to fluster you and it’s working well so far. “You say that you hate his marriage but you never do anything to end it. You enjoy this life babe. You need me,” he says, as a matter of fact.

“I don’t need you…” Now your face was all tinged in pink. Changbin has always been nonchalant when it comes to your marriage but now, he definitely isn’t acting that way.

“Oh yeah? You don’t need me?” He crossed his arms making his biceps more pronounced. He is definitely teasing you now that you see through him. But what’s frustrating is you don’t understand what’s the point of this thing he is doing. Well. Two can play this game.

“Well. I definitely don’t need you for sex,” you retorted with a smug grin on your face.

“Are you saying that because you’re horny and wanna have sex right now?”

“What?! No! I’m just stating facts okay.”

“Hmm whatever floats your boat Y/N.” And he leaves to go back to his room.

What the hell just happened? Why was he teasing you all of a sudden? He doesn’t care, right? Why did he look so goddamn attractive while flustering you? All these questions swirling in your head like a tornado. Gosh! You needed a glass of water and a moment to compose yourself. You sent a text to your date that you were going to be late.

You needed time to clear your thoughts. But as soon as you were ready to go out of the door again, you heard noises coming from Changbin’s bedroom.

Per your principles, you shouldn’t be giving two shits for your husband. But your curiosity betrayed you and your principles. His door was slightly open and you can hear him moan your name like it’s all he’s ever known. Your hands didn’t hesitate to betray your principles as they push his door open. Curiosity killed the cat because why was he splayed out naked on his bed, moaning your name repeatedly while his hand was on his fat cock? His face contorts from pleasure to that akin to mischief.

Honestly, Changbin thought it wasn’t gonna work. He completely expected you were going to continue with that date. But you were here. His wife was here in his room.

He clears out his throat. “I thought you said you didn’t need me for sex?”

“You think so highly of yourself,” you scoff as you take off your trench coat. ”I’m not gonna fuck you okay.” You slide off your body fitting dress, revealing a pink, lacy lingerie meant for your date tonight. Fuck now you have to cancel out on him. Changbin lets out a whistle as he eye fucks your delicious curves. He can’t help but salivate at the way the lingerie compliments your body. He knew this show wasn’t originally intended for him but can’t he have a little fun with his wife? Technically you are his. And he is yours. The rings and documents prove it.

You slide the lacy panties on the side to give him a better view of your pussy. Softly and gently, you start stimulating your clit with your fingers. As you slide a finger in, you can feel how sopping wet your husband made you despite him not even giving you a single touch. That’s how it’s supposed to be between married couples, right? Satiating each other’s needs. But you hate it. You hate him making you feel this good. You can’t help but drown in this heavenly pleasure. What’s worse is that none of your hookups has ever made you feel this way.

Changbin starts stroking his cock once again. Beads of precum were leaking from his tip. God he was also wet. His face, all red and drenched in sweat. His pecks and torso drenched in sweat. He’s not like anyone you have slept with. He’s fucking beautiful, and you can’t help but speed the movement of your finger inside you, making you let out the most shameless, loud whines.

As if your husband wasn’t any better than you. Changbin’s moans are your new, delicious addiction. You never knew he could sound this delectable. To be fair, you didn’t want to be intimate with him whether physical or emotional in any sort of way but this… this is what you have been missing out on in the past almost nine months.

“Y/N—FUCK!” Him saying your name in such a lewd manner drives you crazy that it makes you insert another finger inside your cunt. You observe him speeding up his movement and the bliss he feels is almost palpable.

“Fuck Binnie keep moaning out my name like that!” you reciprocate as you keep hitting that one spot that drives you insane.

Your husband was not fairing any better. He spread his legs out more as if you’re not already basking in his naked beauty. His hips thrusting the air, wishing he was balls deep in your cunt and that your bodies were pressed against each other but alas this will do for now.

“Come with me?” he asks with pleading eyes.

“Y-yes Binnie!”

Grunts and whimpers float about Changbin’s room as hands work in tandem to pleasure each other despite the lack of contact. The sounds you both make got only louder as you both are reaching the precipice of euphoria.

“F-fuuuck!”

“S-shit shit SHIT!”

You squirted on his carpet and his cum landing on his bedsheet.

Both of you were panting heavily. Changbin keeps his gaze on you while you shyly looked away. What. Have. You. Done. What have you done?

Coming with your husband that’s what. But it’s not illegal or morally wrong, no? In fact, it more than heavily encouraged for married couples to come together.

Your life is a sitcom for all the choices you have made. And this is one of them. You weren’t supposed to have feelings for Changbin, which is once again in accordance to your principles. But fuck your principles when you’re starting to want him. To crave him.

“I uhm I’ll clean up your carpet. Let me get fixed up first,” you say as you pick up your dress and coat. He nods and you exit his room. Your back is immediately met on the other side of his door and you slide down to sit and contemplate your choices.

Shit well that wasn’t supposed to happen at all. You can’t possibly be having feelings for your husband even if it’s just lust. Lust is already potent enough and what more if you fall deeper for him. But it’s not even a matter of if but rather when you fall deeper for him. What. The. Fuck.

You realize that you are utterly fucked.

A/N: Hello! I finally got around to writing once again after 3 months! 😭 Honestly, I planned on immediately writing something after my summer class but it was just so hard getting back into the groove. But I’m so happy I got to post again. I hope you were able to enjoy this read as I enjoyed writing it 😊 Also, I’m considering having a part 2 for this fic so let me know if you are interested in it! Have a great day!!! :D

[writingforstraykids]

Trouble Sleeping - Soft BinChan Headcanon

Pairing: BinChan

Word Count: 811

Summary: Chan can't find any rest and Changbin is his last hope. Binnie would do everything to grant his hyung some rest.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, comfort

As requested by @chrizzztopherbang I hope you like it, my love. Find the smut version here.

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Chan has always had trouble sleeping. Nights are long, his mind a relentless whirl of responsibilities, melodies, and thoughts he can never quite shut off. He’s tried everything—warm baths, calming teas, even those sleep stories people swear by. But nothing seems to quiet the noise in his head. He lies awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him.

Tonight is no different. The silence of the dorm is deafening, and the emptiness of his bed feels like a reminder of everything he carries alone. His chest tightens with the familiar ache of exhaustion, the kind that doesn't just settle in your bones but seeps into your soul. He’s so tired, but sleep continues to elude him.

It’s in this state, somewhere between desperation and defeat, that Chan finds himself standing outside Changbin’s door. He hesitates, feeling a pang of guilt. He’s the leader, the one who should be strong, dependable. But right now, all he wants is to feel like he’s not alone in this. He knocks softly, almost hoping Changbin won’t hear. But of course, Changbin does.

When Changbin opens the door, sleep still clinging to his eyes, he doesn't say a word. He takes one look at Chan and understands. Without a second thought, he reaches out, gently pulling Chan into his room, into his arms. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing off the outside world, and Chan lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

The room is dimly lit, shadows softening the edges of everything. But in Changbin’s arms, everything feels sharp, real. His warmth is immediate, and Chan sinks into it, pressing his face against Changbin’s neck. He breathes in the familiar scent of him—something comforting and safe—and it soothes the frayed edges of his mind.

Changbin's hands slide up Chan’s back, his touch firm yet tender, grounding him. “You’re okay,” Changbin whispers, his voice low and intimate, meant only for Chan. “I’ve got you.”

The words unravel something deep within Chan. He wraps his arms tighter around Changbin, pulling him impossibly closer, as if by holding on like this, he can finally silence the chaos inside him. Changbin doesn’t resist. Instead, he guides them both to the bed, moving slowly, carefully, as if understanding that Chan is fragile in this moment.

They lie down, bodies pressed together in the quiet of the room. Chan feels every point of contact—the steady rise and fall of Changbin’s chest, the warmth of his skin, the way their legs tangle together naturally. Changbin’s hand comes up to cradle the back of Chan’s head, fingers threading through his hair in slow, soothing strokes.

“You don’t have to carry it all alone,” Changbin murmurs, his breath warm against Chan’s temple. “Not here. Not with me.”

The words hit Chan deeply, breaking through the barriers he’s built around himself. His breath catches, and for the first time in a long while, he feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He’s always been strong, always been the one to hold everyone else together. But here, in Changbin’s arms, he feels like it’s okay to let go. Just for a moment.

The tears come slowly, silently, and Changbin feels them before he sees them. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he holds Chan tighter, pressing soft kisses to his forehead, his cheek, anywhere he can reach. His touch is gentle, reverent, each kiss a quiet promise that Chan isn’t alone, that he’s loved.

“It’s okay,” Changbin whispers again, his voice soft and sure. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Chan nods against Changbin’s chest, his tears soaking into the fabric of Changbin’s shirt, but he doesn’t care. He’s never felt more vulnerable, but in this moment, it feels right. It feels safe. He clings to Changbin, letting himself be held, letting himself be comforted.

They lie like that for a long time, the world outside forgotten. The steady rhythm of Changbin’s heartbeat beneath his ear slowly lulls Chan into a state of calm he hasn’t felt in what seems like forever. His breathing evens out, and for the first time in weeks, his mind isn’t racing with a million thoughts. It’s just him and Changbin, tangled up together in the quiet intimacy of the night.

As sleep finally begins to claim him, Chan realizes that this is what he’s been needing all along. Not just rest, but the feeling of being cared for, of being loved without conditions or expectations. In Changbin’s arms, he doesn’t have to be the leader, the strong one. He can just be Chan. And that’s enough.

With one last contented sigh, Chan drifts off to sleep, feeling safe, cherished, and more at peace than he’s been in a long time. And as he sleeps, Changbin holds him close, never letting go, watching over him with a quiet, unwavering devotion.

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1:29pm | Seo Changbin

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Requested: By anon.

Synopsis: Reader has a headache but still wants to spend some time with her boyfriend.

Warnings: established relationship. Using a prompt. Prompt is in bold italics. Repost from my old deactivated account.

Wordcount: 239 

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“You love me, and you know it,” was Changbin’s reply to you when you told him he needed to tone it down a little. You’ve been fighting a headache all day and as much as you love the chaotic energy that comes with your boyfriend, you needed him to be a little calmer today.  

“If you’re not up for it today, we can postpone our plans for another day,” he adds seeing the unimpressed look you give him.  

“We haven’t spent a day together in a while,” you say, not wanting to miss the chance to spend the day with him.   

“I know, but if you’re not feeling well, you should be resting,” he tells you and makes an offer, “How about I take care of you? That way you can rest and still spend time with me.”  

“It’s just a headache,” you pout, moving into his arms when he holds them out for you.  

“Let’s go take a nap,” he suggests. “See if that’ll help.”  

You nod your head and let him lead you back into your bedroom. He helps you get settled in bed before going into the kitchen to grab you a bottle of water. Bringing it back, he places it on your nightstand so you can keep hydrated.  

By the time he gets into bed with you, you're drifting off to sleep. But you don’t fall asleep until you’re wrapped tightly in your boyfriend’s arms. 

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When SKZ finds your well-organized Korean notes

A/N : This idea randomly popped up in my head when I was learning my Spanish. Picture credit to the owner. Also this is the first time I've tried writing for all the members together.

• Where each member suddenly stumbles upon your neat and well-organized notes for learning Korean. They knew you were studying but didn't realise you went so far as to maintaining an old diary of 2013 for writing down random notes, swear words, grammar rules, slangs, idioms, vocabulary, tests where you had graded yourself with a red pen with marks like 16/20 or 19/25 and your signature like a school teacher and even some phrases learnt from the boys.

• Chris

He found your Korean diary on a random Tuesday evening while he was searching for his laptop charger. He wondered what on earth were you doing with a 2013 diary when he had gifted you the latest one on New Year's Day. Not one to read someone's diary, but his interest was piqued because of a SKZ bookmark hanging out of the diary. He opens it curiously, flipping through the pages that contained grammar rules, self-graded tests with your signature (which he can't help but giggle at), and even an entire section labelled "what Channie taught me", containing phrases and words he had previously taught you, that he himself had forgotten, which little notes on the side in pencil on how to pronounce stating that "Channie says it like this". He smiles to himself, feeling a surge of warmth as he realizes you're working so hard to understand and connect with him and the group on a deeper level. He chuckles at the part where you had stated that he says a word in a certain tone and he's a little surprised to see how observant you were to how he spoke Korean that you had noticed such little things even he didn't know. He is moved by your dedication and effort. It meant so much to him that you wanted to understand him better and also the rest of the boys.

• Minho

Minho's looking around your room when his eyes fall on a notebook open on your bed, with pages full of neat handwriting. Intrigued, he walks over and begins to look through them, noting how well-organized and thoughtful each section is. The color-coding in different color ink, the little drawings, and the way you’ve broken down each concept and it’s clear you’ve put a lot of effort into learning. He spots a few phrases he's used like "Don't be silly" written in Hangul. He feels a strange pride in knowing that you had gone through so much trouble of noting down things he has said and how observant you were to the other members' words and he feels a soft warmth on his chest. When you notice him looking, he gives you an approving nod. "Your notes are impressive," he says, with a faint smile. "You’re serious about learning, huh? I respect that." He’s not overly sentimental, but there’s a hint of admiration in his tone. "Just make sure you don’t learn any bad habits from the guys. I'll teach you the proper way to speak," he adds with a teasing glint in his eyes and you roll your eyes with a smile on your lips.

• Changbin

Changbin flips your notes open curiously and starts reading. The first thing he notices is how neatly you've written grammar concepts and phrases with example sentences using names from the K industry like "Changbin ate an apple", "Joshua cannot swim", "Jaejoong, go to the market !". As he goes through, he can’t help but feel a sense of admiration for your dedication. You’ve put in so much work, and it’s clear that you’re genuinely interested in understanding the language. He chuckles when he sees a section labeled "Cute Phrases learnt from Binnie," where you’ve written down a few things he’s said, noting them with little hearts and stars. When you return, he grins at you, holding up the notebook. "These are really impressive," he says, giving you an encouraging smile. "You’ve put in a lot of effort. If you keep it up, you’ll be fluent in no time!". There’s a hint of pride in his voice as he looks at you, feeling touched that you care so much about connecting with him and the rest of the group in their language.

• Hyunjin

Hyunjin finds your notes when you’re both sitting on the couch. He’s flipping through some things on the table when he spots them, open to a section on descriptive words. At first, he’s just curious, but as he goes through them, he realizes how detailed your notes are. You’ve even added pronunciation tips in English and marked down specific tones you’d heard him use, adding little side notes in pencil like, "Try to sound softer, like Hyunjin." Seeing his own influence in your notes makes his heart race. He’s touched to know you’re paying so much attention to the language, even noting his speaking style. There’s something endearing about how you’re working so hard to speak Korean well, not just to understand him but to match his expressions too. "Wow, you’re really serious about this, huh?" he murmurs, glancing over at you with a soft smile. He leans in closer, resting his chin on his hand as he flips through more pages, admiring your hard work. "If you ever want a study buddy, I’d be happy to help. Maybe I could teach you some new words too… you know, personal ones that only we would know or swear words, whichever you want", he winks, enjoying the thought of having something special shared between the two of you.

• Han

Han stumbles upon your notes one day while you’re hanging out. He flips through them casually, but the more he reads, the more impressed he becomes. Your notes are detailed, organized, and incredibly thorough. You’ve written down vocabulary, grammar rules, and even broken down complex sentences into parts. He’s particularly amused when he sees a section labeled "Funny Phrases" with things he’s said, complete with little notes like, "Han said this when he was being silly." He feels a warmth in his chest, touched that you’ve been paying attention to his quirks and speech patterns. When he looks up at you, there’s a playful glint in his eye. "I didn’t know you were working this hard!" he exclaims. "Your notes are so good; I think I’d actually want to borrow them myself!". Han’s admiration is genuine, and he’s a little flustered by how much he enjoys seeing your dedication. "Anytime you want to practice with me, let me know," he offers, giving you a shy smile. "We could make it fun, you know, with little games and stuff and next time I'll take a test and put my signature on there and an A+ and a smiley if you get it all correct", he said with a wink.

• Felix

When Felix flips through the pages and finds your neat handwriting in Hangul , he's charmed by how much dedication you've put into it, especially when he saw you noted expressions and idioms he used labelled as "Sunshine Lixie's expressions", complete with little stars. His heart flutters at the sight. "Your notes are amazing!" he says, his eyes lighting up. "It’s so cool that you’re learning, and it’s adorable how you even have a section just for my phrases." He pats your shoulder proudly, feeling touched and a bit shy. "I could help you practice anytime you want," he adds, his voice softening, secretly hoping to spend more time with you.

• Seungmin

Seungmin finds your notes by accident when he’s helping you clean up after a study session. He notices them lying open on the table and can’t resist taking a look. As he reads through the pages, he’s impressed by your organization and the level of detail. You’ve made vocabulary lists, highlighted grammar points, and even written down little notes to help you remember certain words. He brings it up later, saying, "Your notes are really impressive. You’re actually doing a great job, and if you keep at it, I think you’ll become fluent in no time." He looks at you thoughtfully, adding, "If you ever need help with pronunciation or understanding something or maybe adding some more to the "Seungmin's Tips" list, I’d be happy to help."

• Jeongin

When the maknae finds your neat diary that you've kept for learning Korean, he is a little surprised but also very impressed at you progress as the self graded "test scores" went higher and as he also remembers some difficult words meant for upper Intermediate learners you'd used a week ago while talking to him. He chuckles when he sees his own "Innie’s Words" section, where you’ve noted down phrases he’s said. Later, he brings it up with a smile, saying, "Your notes are really detailed. It’s so cool that you’re putting in so much effort to learn our language." There’s a sense of pride in his voice as he looks at you, genuinely impressed by your dedication. "If you ever need help, I’m here. I could even teach you some more slang, if you’re up for it Y/N ! And next time, I hope to see you score full marks on your little self tests".

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BUYING GAS FOR THE CAR 𖹭 스트레이키즈 ( text reaction ) !

genre crack 𖹭 warning nothing pairing — OT8 x fem reader | back to library .

— pranking skz into thinking you got scammed

request. you know the trend where the girlfriend tells there boyfriend theyre gonna get their oil changed or car touched up somehow, and the gf says something about "premium oil, or premium gas" that makes them pay an extra forty dollars? imagine that with skz

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[minhosimthings]

Rodeo Ride

Symphony Smut Series Day 9: Lah Pat and Flo Milli's Like a Rodeo Ride

Lyric: He love how I ride it, hop on a dick I made him get excited

Pairings: Husband!Changbin × wife!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, thigh riding, sub!reader, hard!dom!Changbin, office sex, sex on a chair, missionary, rough sex, swearing, dirty talk, dry humping, needy reader, VERY sex deprived reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: day 9! Woah we're almost halfway through this series now and I'm finally doing Binnie. I really couldn't think of anyone better for riding that Changbin for some reason

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Changbin was a simple man.

Wake up, get dressed, kiss your amazing wife goodbye, get to work, do said work, come back, kiss wife again, and then cuddle with her until the morning and you gotta repeat it again. And he liked this life. What else does he have to ask for?

And yet, men never understand the workings of women's sexual systems do they?

"Bunny I'm going to be late today." Changbin looked up at you sitting opposite to him, hastily arranging his tie as the maids took away his plate.

"Again?" You slammed your fork down, glaring at him. It wasn't that you didn't love your husband enough to let him go to work and make his decisions, but sometimes your pussy needed some food.

"I know, I know." Changbin chuckled, an awkward attempt to ease your tension, "But I've got to. Got a meeting today, I can't let the employees be alone without their boss now can I?"

"But Binnie...." You drawled out, making your lips onto a pout which you knew could never make him say no to you.

"How about this?" Changbin leant over to you, caressing your lip with his finger, before pulling you in for a short yet sweet kiss, "Stay awake till I come back, and I'll fuck a baby into you."

"Tempting." You said, folding your arms, "You promise?"

"Promise." Changbin replied, before quickly scampering off to his car, leaving you all alone, once again in the mansion.

"How much longer, how much longer." That's what went in your mind till about three o'clock. Waiting for Changbin really was a task, as the minutes ticks painfully away, it felt like eternity.

This was a punishment, you were convinced, whatever you had done in your past life to deserve this, you were regretting it. Were you being dramatic? Maybe. But we're you going to stop? Absolutely not.

And that is the story of how you turned up at Changbin's office building, wearing a furry black coat which reached down to your ankles, with nothing inside. Well almost nothing, you thought, as you looked down at the lingerie set Changbin had gotten you for your fifth anniversary.

Smirking to yourself, you entered the elevator and pressed the cold button upto Changbin's office, on the topmost floor.

Oh he was going to have fun today.

"Bunny? What are you doing here?" Changbin's eyes lifted from his paperwork as you entered his office, quite a large space, "And why are you closing my curtain blinds?" His last words were ended with a smirk to his face, casually sliding his wheely chair away from his desk.

"I miss you Bin." You say, the sound of your heels clacking the floor as you slowly approach him like a snow leopard approaching it's prey, "I really miss you."

Changbin's words caught in his throat, as his eyes lay sight on you.

Oh he was fucked.

He began to regret all his work now, how he had left his pure baby all alone with no dick to fullfill her sweet pussy.

"Come 'ere." Changbin pulled you into his lap, taking the fur coat and throwing it aside, "It's good you came during lunch hour, otherwise I would have been dead by now."

Your ass was rubbing against his hard dick, making him having to stifle his moans. The same ass that's been nudging against him for the past five years. "God I've missed this" he thought to himself.

He lightly grabbed onto your hips and moved his against your ass. "S-shit.." he sighed, the slight friction easing some of the pain. He moved again, pressing into you a little harder, letting out a shaky moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

The slow movements gradually got faster, the slow grinding turned into him rutting against you, like a dog in heat. All of this movement caused you stir, halting Changbin's movements. Making sure you were still there and this was no his imagination, he started moving his hips again, slowly.

The friction wasn't enough though, he wanted more, he needed more. He pulled his pants and boxers down, or at least enough for his dick to spring out and breathe. Thank god for his desk having a barrier.

The cold air hit his tip causing him to shiver and stifle a moan. Pulling you close and stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum, he pushed himself between your thighs. He knew it was weird, to grind and hump on you while you were in his office, but fully fucking you didn't make him feel better, your thighs will suffice for this one time. 

Thrusting his hips he let out a moan,a little too loud that he had to remind himself the walls could listen, he bit his lip trying to silence himself.

"Ahh fuck darling you're so good for me" he moaned, feeling your pussy rub against his dick.

Dipping his head in the crook of your neck he let out an airy breath and kissed your shoulders, hips thrusting faster and balls slapping against the back of his thighs. 

Whining and huffing in your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck, he was getting closer and closer to cumming all over your thighs. Changbin grabbed your thighs, squeezing them tightly, tight enough it might even leave a mark. His hips began to stutter and his hands gripped your thighs and hip while he bit his lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed and pushing his head further into your neck. 

His dick twitched and he could feel his cum in his stomach when-

"Bunny why'd you stop?" Changbin looked up at you with widened eyes, disappointment filling him, "Do you wanna be a bad girl today?"

"Hmm maybe" you said, giggling and slipping a hand onto his dick, gently stroking it, making Changbin moan again.

“ Get on my thigh.” He orders you, pulling your panties down, leaving you in naked. He groans at the glistening wetness staining your thighs before placing his thigh in between your legs.

“Sit.”

The moment your pussy makes contact with his bare thigh he can’t help but groan. “Soaking my thigh already, who knew you were this desperate?” He mutters, your head falling into his neck as your hips begin to move.

The drag of your clit against his muscular thigh causes you to whimper, pressing yourself harder. His large calloused hands guide your hips, moving you up and down his thigh.

“That’s it bunny, doesn’t it feel good?” He questions, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You can’t seem to find the words to respond, overwhelmed by pleasure. You nod dumbly, moaning out his name as he tenses his thigh.

“Who would’ve thought I could fuck you dumb without putting my cock in you? Just so needy for me.” Changbin brushes some hair behind your hair, holding your face to look at him whilst he smiles sarcastically.

"Bunny, my pants are fuckin soaked" he said, eyeing the huge wet spot that were creating, "Such a filthy little slut riding my thigh like that"

His eyes scan your face, admiring the light flush smattered over your cheeks and the way your eyelids flutter shut with every grind against him.

“Want you to cum, can you do that? Cum on my thigh and then I’ll fuck you senseless right here bunny.” He groans, your arousal audible now with each drag. Your legs begin to shake with exertion, Changbin taking over and continuing to grind you into his thigh, muscles tensing sporadically.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise despite the build up, head thrown back with a moan and eyes rolled back. “Oh god, Bin, please.” You moan out, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.

“There we go, good girl.” Changbin groans, his thigh absolutely covered in you. He holds you still, allowing you to catch your breath. Changbin places a soft kiss on your cheek, leading you to look into his eyes, pupils clouded with lust. He smirks.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. Fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the desk, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest.

“I need you,” he groans, aggressively, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don't wanna be away from you.” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“fuck bunny” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. " have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“Bin—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. So embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“Fuck me Bin!,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, Bunny,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the morning before office, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

“Bin…I-I need you please.” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. Such a mess in such a small time.

“mhm? ahh— mm fuck!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. You’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” The desk was shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

You almost screamed as you let go, cum shaping around his dick perfectly, as he slowed down, his chest rising up and down.

Pulling out of you slowly, he quickly got some towels and cleaned you up, guiding you towards the office's bathroom.

"I got some clothes in the second drawer." He set you down on the counter, "I'll come home early today alright?"

"Your pussy isn't done yet."

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Can you do something fluffy with 29 and 45 with Changbin? Glad to see you back!! (JJ)

hihi <3 thanks for the request, it's good to be back! this is my first time writing prompts but it's super helpful actually... idk why i didn't do it before. i know you said fluff but i've been itching to write spy!changbin for so long so i just did it quite lighthearted. lmk if you want a rewrite <3

gatecrasher - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader

summary: you and changbin get sent on a spy mission. look i don't know what the fucking description for this is supposed to be okay

genre: fluff, superspy! au, crack, pretty lighthearted, a few mentions of guns but that's it, kiwi hyunjin surprise appearance

a/n: i mean, come on. changbin as a spy? yes.

⛓️ prompts: 29. "I like the way you think." / 45. "This changes everything."

skz prompt list | skz masterlist

Changbin is smirking as you reach the bottom of the red-carpeted stairs, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sleek, dark suit. The top button of his dark dress shirt is undone and he pulls the material away from his skin, fanning himself dramatically as you reach to take his extended hand.

He bows exaggeratedly and you swat at his chest, chuckling. You subtly brush a hand across your thigh to feel that the gun holster strapped to your thigh hasn't come loose. You know the exact model and make of your pistol is also strapped against Changbin's chest, sleek and dark and out of sight.

For now.

Adjusting the comm-link in your ear, you take Changbin's arm as you two subtly blend in amongst the other guests. The ballroom is large and sumptuous, filled with sparkling light and expensive items for auction. The guests themselves are dripping in diamonds and glamourous clothing and you fight the bile rising in the back of your throat. These people are so snobby and oblivious.

Changbin nudges you silently and you both take several steps backwards, disappearing behind a heavy velvet curtain. Part of you wishes you could keep walking through the ballroom and admire everything, but you and Changbin have a job to do.

That's the thing about being a spy. Sometimes you want to do things and then your duties tug you in the other direction, the way an irritated owner might tug their yappy dog on a leash.

"By the way," Changbin whispers from where he's situated next to you, "you look good."

"You too, gatecrasher."

He rolls his eyes. "We're spies. We're allowed to gatecrash. Legally. I think."

He tugs on your arm now, leading you to the curtain. You're both here to acquire a precious item; or rather swipe it and bring it back to your headquarters. Peeking out from in front of Changbin, you notice the target item being inspected by a snobby-looking man and another woman.

"What now?" You whisper.

Changbin hums from where he's looking out the curtain above you. "We just have to wait a while until they leave. Then we'll swipe it."

You groan softly. "I hate waiting. It'll take ages for that guy and his wife to leave. Look how much they're yapping."

He snickers. "Some particular intel tells me that woman with the snobby-looking guy is his mistress, not his wife."

You gasp, equal parts scandalised and delighted. Changbin claps a hand over his mouth to muffle his laugh.

"Or," he says, clearly struggling to hold his mirth in, "We could go now and try to fake-buy the stupid thing first. This is an auction, after all."

"Yeah. One that we broke into."

He rolls his eyes and pokes your forehead. "That's because it's our job to break into places and steal things. It's for the greater good."

You grin. "Greater good, my a-"

"Shut up, they'll hear us. Let's just wait a couple minutes then stroll out all posh and try and win the auction for the item."

You smirk and look back out the curtain. "I like the way you think."

Changbin nods modestly. "I know you do. It's very obvious."

"Just one thing, how are we supposed to walk out of here with the item? You have to pay for it and then show your receipt to the bouncers at the door."

He grins. "We'll figure that out soon enough."

You roll your eyes and turn back to peek through the curtains. A tiny, almost inaudible sound from behind you makes both you and Changbin whip around, guns unholstered and in hand.

Hwang Hyunjin is leaning against the wall, dressed in a sleek white and black tuxedo. His hair is startingly different, now a shorn dirty blonde and you find yourself missing his long, dark locks all of a sudden. Not that he looks bad. He looks good, pretty even-

You gulp as Changbin lets out a small puff of laughter. "Hello, kiwi."

Hyunjin just rolls his eyes, his voice a low drawl. "Hello, Bin. Chief sent me to keep an eye on you two. Swiped that pretty target item yet?"

He looks at you as he says the word 'pretty' and you feel Changbin bristle on your behalf. Not that you mind, though you feign annoyance at Hyunjin's subtle remark.

"I don't see you with the item," Changbin retorts.

"Yeah, because I'm supervising."

You fight a laugh as Changbin turns back to the curtain, huffing dramatically. "Supervising. Totally."

Hyunjin just grins and peeks out the curtain too. "I mean, I could go get the item, since you two are content to hide behind here."

You poke him harshly in the side and he bends sideways, glaring playfully at you.

"This changes everything," Changbin huffs. "It'll look suspicious if two of us came behind this curtain and three of us walk out."

You side-eye him. "What now, then?"

Hyunjin's breath plays across your cheek. "Let's all go."

"No," you and Changbin whisper in unison.

He rolls his eyes. "On the count of three."

"Hyunjin-" You protest.

"Onetwothreego-"

And he's gone, sashaying into the crowd of opulence.

"Fucking kiwifruit man." Changbin swears, glaring through the curtain. "Come on, he'll wreak havoc on his own."

You grin and take his offered arm. "Thought he was supervising."

"Not anymore, it seems. We need to swipe that target item or at least catch up with Hyunjin. We exit from the curtain on three, okay? One-"

"Two three go!"

a/n: if i had the motivation i would have made this into a series

[yxngbxkkie]

the jig is up (s.c)

hello!! it's been a while since i've posted anything. it's been pretty difficult to write for the past few months 😭 but, i watched skz in milan, and the thought of changbin only sharing food with his s/o has me 🥹 so, that's what i wrote! i hope you enjoy reading it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You jump in your spot when Hyunjin, Minho, and Jisung walk through the door of the villa you're staying in. You place a hand on your heart and chuckle, listening to Jisung and Hyunjin bicker about playing catch with one another.

Minho sits down beside you, pulling out his own phone. You keep your eyes on the door, wondering if they've abandoned the rest of the group. Another chuckle escapes your lips when you realize that is exactly the case.

“You just ditched the others?” You ask Min while moving your gaze to your other two friends.

“Yeah, you didn't feel the heat of that pizza place,” Minho explains to you with a slight laugh, his eyes still glued to his phone.

You hum, mumbling a quick oof before getting up from your chair. You grab your phone and walk towards the entryway, and you peek your head outside, seeing the younger member's walking towards you with pizza boxes in their hands.

Still no sign of Changbin or Chris. You smile and wave at Jeongin, who's currently waving at you. “Where's Chris and Bin?” You ask them, and all three of them shrug their shoulders.

“You guys,” you laugh as the three pass you, heading inside with the food. You walk further down the road, seeing the last two members slowly walk towards you. “Your kids have no manners.”

Chris laughs at your joke, nodding his head in agreement. You glance past him, and your eyes finally meet Changbin's. You smile at him and wait for him to catch up to you. You glance back towards the leader, seeing that he went on inside.

“Is this what they mean by saving the best for last?” You flirt with him, not saying it extremely loud. You and Changbin have been secretly going out for a few months, both of you not wanting anyone to know yet.

He smiles at you and nods his head in reply. You giggle as he reaches you, sliding an arm around your waist. You hug him quickly, taking advantage of being alone with him.

“When we get back to Korea, can we talk about going public?” He asks you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. “I missed having you by my side today.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, and you nod your head. “Yeah, we can talk about it, Binnie,” you tell him, drumming the tips of your fingers along the bill of his hat.

He quickly presses a sweet kiss on your lips before moving to head inside, not wanting the others to get suspicious. “I love you,” Changbin whispers, winking at you.

You giggle, feeling your cheeks begin to flush. “I love you, too,” you squeeze his hand, dropping it afterward.

You two walk back into the villa, seeing all the food set up. You watch Changbin sit down beside Chris, and you move to sit off to the side, making sure you won't be in the shot.

You sneakily take pictures of Changbin and the other's as they eat and chat. You always love hanging out with the eight of them. They have so much love for each other that it’s adorable to witness.

“Why do you like me so much?” You hear Changbin almost yell, his voice echoing off the stone. You lift your head, seeing your boyfriend look at the puppy beneath the table. “You think I'm going to give food to you? I'm the most shallow one here.”

The group, including some staff and yourself, laugh at his statement. Your giggles softly continue as you take some more pictures. His gaze meets yours through the phone, causing you to look at him.

He stealthily points to the food around him, asking if you want anything. You shake your head, not wanting him to worry about it when he's filming.

Changbin suddenly stands from his chair, grabbing the piece of pizza from his plate before bringing it to you. “Here, eat,” he tells you, smiling softly at you.

“Thank you,” you smile back at him, taking the pizza from his hand.

The other members are watching the two of you, shocked looks on their faces. Chris makes a gesture towards the director, signaling for them to cut the cameras real quick.

“Woah, Woah, Binnie!” Chris yells, capturing both of your attention. You simultaneously look in the leader's direction, noticing the smirk on his lips.

Shit. You think to yourself while quickly glancing at Changbin. “What?” Changbin mutters, confused as to why he's smirking at him.

“Didn't you just say that you're the most shallow one here??” Minho asks, leaning forward to see. “And you're here giving Y/N your food??”

“She's my best friend,” he lies perfectly, moving to walk back to his seat.

“So aren't we!” Hyunjin chimes in, pointing at the hyung.

You press your lips together, knowing for a fact that the seven of them, and probably the staff too, know something’s going on. Hyunjin turns his attention from Changbin to you.

“Y/N, are you and Changbinnie dating?!” He asks you, making your eyes widen.

“Uh,” you trail off, feeling your heart pound against your chest. This isn't exactly how you wanted to tell the others, but what other choice do you have now?

“We are,” Changbin says before you could say anything else. “Happy now?”

Chris notices the tone of Changbin's voice, picking up the annoyance. He places a hand on his younger member's shoulder, squeezing the muscle gently.

“I'm sorry for bringing it up. We just have never seen you do that before,” he apologizes to Changbin.

“We planned to tell you guys,” Changbin mentions, tapping his fingertips against the table. “We just didn't plan on when, but now that the cat's out of the bag, I don't have to hide my love for them.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, the last sentence being a reminder of why you fell in love with him. You stand up from your chair and quickly make your way over to him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his head into your chest.

“Aw, cute,” Jisung coos, watching the two of you.

Changbin wraps his muscular arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “Now that we're public, I can finally have you in my lap,” he mumbles, resting his chin against your shoulder. “Now, eat, baby.”

“This is so weird,” Chris laughs, his eyes glued to the both of you. Changbin playfully glares at his hyung, causing the leader to raise his hands in defense. "In a good way!! It's good to see you so happy, both of you.”

You thank him quietly before bringing your attention back to your boyfriend. You press a kiss on his cheek, earning a bunch of groans from the men around you.

“Okay, don't do that,” Chris groans, shoving Changbin's shoulder lightly.

The both of you giggle, and you lean into his embrace. The conversation naturally flows back to what they were talking about before, your fingers playing with Changbin’s hands.

This is nice… You think to yourself, smiling softly at the members interacting with each other. You finally look at Changbin, his gaze locked on Hyunjin, who's talking, before whispering into his ear, “I love you.”

His arms squeeze around your waist, earning a light chuckle from you. “I love you, too,” he whispers back into your ear, planting a gentle kiss on your neck.

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[catiuskaa]

my favourite —bf!changbin thoughts.

A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!

(because this changbin feeds my delulu CRAZY, like, fluffy hair and glasses changbin, I repeat, fluffy hear and glasses changbin (2nd pic is me fr))

[implied (insecure) chubby!reader?]

changbin, who smiles at you from the couch when you come back home.

changbin, who softly frowns when, instead of taking your coat and your shoes off, you sort of freeze in the entrance, eyes on the floor but not really there.

changbin, who pauses the show he’s watching and waits a bit before asking. “Bubs, what’s wrong?” His tone of voice is so soft when he coos at you, offering his embrace and a space under the blanket he’s using.

changbin, who doesn't pry when you jump on your place, and you shake your head, now putting your slippers on and hanging your coat and bag, waddling to his arms.

changbin, who leaves a peck on the top of your head as he waits for you to speak. “I was catching up with a friend, and they said that it was weird we were dating if we didn’t have anything in common.”

changbin, who looks visibly confused, but keeps stroking your hair in tender motions, covering both of you under the blanket.

changbin, who takes your hand from your lap and kisses your palm soothingly. “Is this because you’re not sporty like I am?" He tsks. “Bubs.” It comes out like a groan, but his heart feels fuzzy, and he can’t help but smile.

changbin, whose heart melts when you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Well, what if it is? I want to do your favourite things with you.” His insides flutter at your words, filled with so much love that it dissarms him.

changbin, who cups your face and kisses your forehead, then kisses the frustrated tears off your cheeks. “Bubs, you’re so cute.” He mutters, the smile rolling on his voice.

changbin, who shakes his head softly, staring at you with the same admiration artists stare at the moon. “There’s no need for you to go to the gym with me if you don’t want to. I love it when you come with me, but not if you’re not comfortable.”

changbin, who giggles like a fool at your pout, enthralled with you, and laughs even louder when you can’t help but giggle along, childishly slapping his arm in a small fit.

changbin, who lays his forehead against yours, his nose brushing against yours ever so slightly, a comforting touch that runs through your body like a shiver.

changbin, who whispers sweet words at you, his eyes paying attention to your hands that rest on his own as he fidgets with the rings you're wearing.

changbin, who sighs with a big smile, so utterly filled of love that he struggles to believe it. “The best part of you not enjoying the gym means we can spend even more time together.”

changbin, who grins sheepishly at your confusion. “It means we get to find something we both like. Together.” He says as he kisses your cheek lovingly.

changbin, who offers to watch the show he’s been following, as you cuddle further into him, the feeling of frustration wearing off quickly when he passes his arm over your shoulder and lays your legs on his lap.

changbin, who blushes, cheeks puffy, eyes so fucking soft as he whispers in your ear, not turning the show on just yet. “The thing I like the most is not the gym, Bubs. It’s you. Don’t even doubt it for a sec.”