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⤍ takes his anger out on you

⤍ laying across his lap

⤍ he knows how to make you cum over and over again

⤍ binnie cumming everywhere

⤍ making a mess

⤍ doggy

⤍ he loves humiliating you

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

This is for the anon that asked me to do changbin, felix and jeongin links!

Next is jeongin !

Don’t forget to like & reblog if you enjoyed!

College bf!Changbin smut headcannons

Content warning: sex(ofc), oral sex(f receiving), overestimulation, biting/marking, unprotected sex(don't do that), making out, typos probably

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Posted: 11/28/2023

☆°•College bf changbin, who's had a stressful day of classes, so he goes over to his girlfriend's dorm, needing to get some stress off his back.

☆°•College bf changbin, who is greeted by you, his pretty girlfriend, wearing one of his sweaters, a smile playing on your face as she lets him in to continue watching a movie with you.

☆°•College bf changbin, who's not focused on the movie but focused on your naked legs, the top of your thighs getting covered by the navy blue sweater.

☆°•College bf changbin, who can't help but spread your legs and slide Inbetween them, right in the middle. Neither of you are focused on the movie anymore, now focused on each other's lips as yall make out.

☆°•College bf changbin, who pulls your underwear off, begging you to just lay back and let him take what he needs so he can "relieve some stress."

☆°•College bf changbin who hasn't sat up even after your second orgasm, saying he needed to Clean up the mess you made, lapping at your pussy trying to stain the taste of you on his tongue.

☆°•College bf changbin, who looks up at you when he hears you giggle as you point out the fogging of his glasses, your hand grabbing his curly hair as he let's out moan at the feeling, grinding his cock against the couch "f-fuck, wait,"

☆°•College bf changbin, who can't hold out any longer pulling his cock out of his sweats, lining it up with you sore cunt, head falling into the crook of your neck as he finally gets some relief as ge pushes into you.

☆°•College bf changbin who makes you go dumb on his cock while he slides a hand under your(his) sweater playing with your tits as he leaves purple and red markings on your neck.

☆°•College bf changbin, who cums on the spot when he hears you tell him to stay inside when he asks where to cum. "Shit!- You can't just say stuff like that doll.."

☆°•College bf changbin, who lays on your chest afterward as you rewind the movie that you both missed. Kissing any skin of yours, he can reach. Telling you how much he appreciates you, helping him relieve some stress.♡

A/N: Hey... How yall doing😋 I haven't posted in so long- anyways, take this changbin smut headcannon that made!🫶🏾

🏷️ seo changbin x fem!reader. cw ; dom!changbin, noncon, unprotected sex, forced breeding, pet names: pretty, bunny ( 430 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

changbin who'd taken you home and told you he was out of condoms, pretending he didn't know. "it's fine, bunny, let me just finger you a little, okay?"

changbin who had you down on hands and knees, back arched and face already pressed into the pillow. your arms had given out after ten minutes of torturous teasing, every stroke and push of his fingers filling your head with cotton candy.

changbin who knows what he's doing, turning you hazy and pliant. adding another finger, watching your hole stretch around them and your juices dripping down his wrist.

changbin who waits until you're drooling, driving your hips back into his grip begging please, please let me cum. i'll do anything.

changbin who moves behind you, pressing the head of his cock to your twitching hole. that sweet delay between his cockhead breaching you and the realization — it's too late now, you're feeling so full, and isn't this what you wanted all along, pretty? to be filled and bred like a good little bunny?

changbin who has you out of your mind, begging him to stop, please don't stop, cunt swallowing him fully with every thrust.

changbin who makes sure to tell you how good you feel, this pussy was made for his cock, so wet and warm it'd be a waste not to fill you up...

changbin whose body covers yours like a soothing blanket, fat cock already making you addicted to the slight burn, heat curling in your gut when his only response to you begging to cum is a hand on the back of your head, pressing your face into the sheets.

changbin who fucks you roughly, carving out his space deep inside you. who forces any rational thought out of your head with each stroke.

changbin who whispers the dirtiest things in your ear while he keeps your legs spread for him. my pretty dirty bunny, i knew you'd be a good girl for me and take it, you got so messy and needy on my fingers i just had to do it, okay? doesn't my cock feel so much better? stop clenching, bunny, you're already tight as is. you can cum if i get to, how does that sound? it's only fair.

changbin who chuckles when you sob and whine for more, tightening his grip on your waist until you're trembling on his cock. hot spurts of thick cum fill you with warmth until he stills, pressing soft kisses onto your shoulderblades, whispering how good his little bunny did for him. you deserve a reward, don't you think, pretty? how about i plug you up with another load, and another, until you're so full and sated you fall asleep.

see, i told you so, didn't i? you were made for my cock. prettiest fucking thing i've ever seen. you look so perfect with my cum dripping out of you. can you hold it in for me? i'll do anything for you too, bunny.

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

hi!!! omg i’ve been a fan of your blog for a while now, and i really love your writings! was wondering if you could possibly do a changbin work? maybe he’s super open and lovey with his members but when it comes to you, who he’s in a new relationship with, he pulls away bc he doesn’t want to overwhelm you and smother you/drive you away but you end up taking it as him not being that into you, and it’s just one big angsty ordeal of miscommunication, and he makes it up by showing her he adores her by giving her many orgasms and just indulging in having her in every way he’s wanted???

❛ADORE YOU❜ ( s. changbin )

p. seo changbin x fem!reader wc. 2.3k+

warnings? angsty, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk

— 𖦹 ( changbin showing you he really loves you ) !

“you must have to pry changbin off you all the time.” you turned to chan, confused. “what do you mean?” you asked, he shrugged pointing to over to where changbin smothering hyunjin in a hug, the younger boy trying to pull away. “he must be like that all the time when you guys are home.” you nodded, smiling – but the truth was, he’d never done like that.

you and changbin had only been dating for about 4 months, but you were so deeply in love with him already, and you do desperately wanted to show him affection and for him to show you affection.

you noticed quickly after that exchange with chan that changbin was more affectionate with his members than he was with you ever, he held your hand sometimes when he was driving and he kissed and hugged you sometimes, but that pretty much was it – but with his members he was way different, he was more open with them too, han was the one to break this to you, accidentally letting something slip that he’d never even told you, you had to play it off like you knew what he was talking about.

even your sex life – honestly you couldn’t even call it that, you had only had sex once. it was nice, but you just tell he wasn’t really into it, he even lied and said he finished, but when you turned over to ‘sleep’, you could hear him go into the bathroom, his moans indicated your suspicions that he didn’t finish confirmed true.

you weren’t sure why he was acting like this, when he pursued you he seemed so interested into, but now you weren’t so sure, maybe you just were seeing things because you liked him so much, so you deluded yourself into thinking he was just interested in you as you were in him.

“look what yongbok sent me.” he pulled you from your deep thought, showing you a random tiktok that the younger boy had sent him. “that’s funny.” you said, picking his hand up, intertwining it with his – but to your dismay, he just kissed your knuckles, unlacing your hands, going back to what he was doing.

you frowned, he didn’t even notice to busy typing away on his phone, laughing. “what are you doing?” you wrapped your arms around his bicep, cuddling into his side. “texting lix, he was just telling me what he did today.” he never had these conversations with you, he hardly ever texted you first. “uh baby?” you turned to him. “yes?” he smiled, removing his arm from your clutches. “my arm is falling asleep.” he chuckled, but you had enough at this point. “you know what.” you scoffed, standing up. “i’m done.”

changbin looked up from his phone confused. “what’s wrong?” he was so clueless, and it made you even madder. “why did enter a relationship with me if you were just gonna treat me like a friend – not even a close friend, like a distant friend.” you didn’t mean to blow up, but you were hurt.

“baby what do you mean, i don’t treat you like a distant friend.” he said, putting his phone down finally. “yeah, you probably treat them better too.” changbin was taken aback by your words. “baby what has gotten into you?” he reach for your hand, but you pulled away. “talk to me.”

“we’ve been together for 4 months now, and i can count on my hands how many times you’ve hugged me, and i bet you that the number of times you hugged your members is 3x more.” you said. “you don’t let me hug you, or kiss you, you don’t even talk to me.”

“that’s not true.” he said. “why did I find out by han you were sick last week, and that’s why you canceled our date?” he didn’t want you to find out about that. “i didn’t want you to worry.” he said. “but i want to worry, i want to worry about you, i want to worry if you’ve eaten or if you’re getting enough sleep – i want to care about you, and i want to care about me.”

“i do care baby, i do it’s jus– i just want you to hug me and kiss me and love me, we don’t even have sex.” you exclaimed, your lips quivering, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “the one time we did it, you lied and said you came, when you didn’t i heard you go into the bathroom.”

his heart was hurting, he didn’t even realize he was hurting you like this. “are you just not into me, it’s okay if you aren’t but don’t lead me on please.” you said. “it hurts.” you walked away, going into your room closing the door.

soon after that, he got a text from you saying that he could leave if he wanted, just make sure the door was locked. he didn’t want to leave though, this was all his fault. he let his stupid insecurities get to him.

believe it or not , he did really love you, he was the one who pursued you after all – he thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid his eyes on, you were kind to everyone, he desperately wanted to get to know you. he was ecstatic when you agreed to go on a date with him, and fell even deeper in love that he asked you to be his girlfriend only after 2 dates.

now that he had you, he wanted to keep you – and he knew that a lot of people would be overwhelmed by his amount of affection and he didn’t wanted to do that for you, so he didn’t get to close or smother you, he now see how he fucked up.

he was about to put his shoes on, when he decided no – he wasn’t gonna walk away from this so easily, he was gonna work this out with you, he was gonna show you.

he made his way to your room, knocking softly on the door. “baby?” you didn’t say anything. “baby i’m coming in okay?” he slowly opened the door, your back was facing him. “i said you could go.” your face was muffled from your face being muffled in the stuffed animal he bought you – it was the only thing he’d ever given you, giving changbin another reason to hate himself.

“i don’t want to.” you heard his light footsteps coming closer, the bed dipping indicating he had sat down. “can you look at me baby?” you ignored his request, he frowned, you felt his hands on your waste. “please baby, look at me.” you slowly turned, his heart shattering – your eyes were red, indicating you had been crying, he had made you cry. “i’m so sorry.” he said wiping your cheeks. “i didn’t mean to make you cry.” he whispered.

“do you not want to be with me?” he shook his head. “of course, i do, i really do.” he said, you sniffled, sitting up. “then why are you acting like that?” he sighed, embarrassed. “because i didn’t want to overwhelm you with my affection, it was stupid and i was being insecure, but i just didn’t want you to get freaked out and drive you away.”

he grabbed your hands, “i promise you i will never hurt you like this again, i’ll never make you feel unsure of my love for you.” he kissed your knuckles. “please forgive me.” his wyes were pleading with you, you felt how sorry he was. “i’ll forgive you this time, don’t do it again.” he nodded, eyes widening in excitement. “thank you baby, thank you so much.”

he pressed his lips against yours , his lips molding against yours perfectly, you sighed in content. he didn’t bother pulling away, climbing on top, your lips still glued together. he finally pulled away, missing your lips already. “i’ll kiss you like this every single day to make up for lost times.” you looked so cute laid under him, eyes fluttering. “mo-more please.”

he had to calm himself, another one of his qualms and the reason why he didn’t want to have sex with you, he knew he could be rough sometimes, and he didn’t want to hurt you, that’s why the first time you had sex he lied and said he finished, you had already came and he didn’t want to overstimulate you. “binnie?” you gently touched his cheek. “talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“i want you, fuck i want you so bad.” he said. “but i don’t want to hurt you, be too rough.” he held himself up, looking down at you. you bit your lip, the need bubbling up in your stomach. “i can take it, i promise, please.” he groaned, you didn’t even notice you were subtly grinding against his clothes cock. “please binnie, i want it.”

your whining did it for him, he held your waist down. “i got you.” he kissed you again, working down your neck. “gonna treat you so well.” he pushed himself off of you, you sat up, pulling your shirt off, throwing it to the floor. he hungrily grabbed your face, kissing you.

you laid against the pillow, his lips working down your stomach, you sighed as he reached the band of your shorts. “can i take them off princess?” you nodded; your breathing staggered. “please.” he yanked your shorts down, leaving you in your underwear. “look at that, so fucking pretty baby, i’m such an idiot for ignoring you.”

he came face to your clothed cunt, the wet spot in your baby blue underwear making him curse. “you’re so wet princess, so riled up just from some kissing.” he bumped his nose teasingly against your clit. “y-you haven’t touched me in so long, a-anything could turn me on.” you pouted, whimpering. “i know baby, i know.” he pulled your panties to the side, your cunt glistening and puffy. “i’ve neglected this little pussy for too long.” he inhaled, your scent filling his nostrils. “never again.”

he kissed your cunt, you moaned, he took that as a sign, fully attaching his mouth to your mound, making out with your clit. “changbin fuck!” you moaned, his face was pushed against you, lapping at your cunt, eating you like a starved man. “fe-feels so good.” you tugged at his hair, he groaned against your heat.

he engulfed your clit, sucking harshly on it. “w-wait -fuck- m’gonna cum if you do that.” he ignored your please, holding your legs open to keep you from closing them. “binnie, binnie i’m cumming!” you tried to warn him, but it was too late, your stomach tightening, cumming – your juices coating his face, he lapped up everything, leaving little kissing on your clit before he pulled away.

“you taste so good.” he used the pad of his thumb to continue the assault on your clit. “like candy baby.” he pushed a finger into your hole. “such a tiny hole.” you whimpered, his other hand coming up to your bra, pulling it down, your boobs spilling out. “an-another one.”

he added another one, stretching your hole even more. “sh-shit.” you mewled, he held your waist down, fucking his fingers into you. “that’s it, take my fingers, gotta get you ready for my cock.” you moaned, one thing you did remember about the time you had sex with him – he was huge, his cock was the perfect length and thick.

“you thinking about it baby?” he smirked. “thinking about my cock filling your tiny pussy hm stretching it past your limits?” you nodded. “p-please.” you felt your second orgasm approaching, your cunt tightening around his fingers. “you’re about to cum again princess, i can feel your cunt tightening my fingers, cum for me love.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, cumming.

“there we go, cum for me again.” he pulled his fingers out, covered in your juices. he undid his pants, along with his underwear. he wrapped his hand covered in your cum around his cock, stroking his length. “you’re drooling baby.” you covered your face in embarrassment. “no don’t hide your pretty face.” he pulled your legs apart, folding your body in half. “i wanna see your face when i split your tiny pussy with my fat cock.”

he rubbed his cock on your folds, your soft moan quickly turning into a scream as he pushed his thick cock into you. “so-so big.” you moaned. “fuck.” he cursed; your cunt was sucking him in. “your pussy is so fucking tight, i’ve been missing out on this cunt.” he sped up his movements, holding your legs open. “f-faster binnie.”

he sped up, his thrust becoming rougher, his balls slapping against your ass, your cunt choking his cock, he felt like he was losing himself, getting too drunk on your sweet cunt. “such a good baby, fucking cunt is so good, squeezing me like that.” he grunted, speeding up, you were now screaming his name, gripping the sheets as he abused your cunt. “never gonna neglect this cunt again, gonna stuff you full of my cock every night, make sure you still feel me inside you in the morning.”

he pushed deeper inside you, hitting your cervix. “so-so deep.” you moaned. “yeah, you can feel me in your stomach baby?” you nodded dumbly. “you’re drooling baby, did my cock make you dumb?” you tried to answer, but he just fucked deeper into you , wiping the drool from your lips. “messy baby.”

you felt it bubbling up in your stomach, your third orgasm approaching. “ch-chang- i know baby -fuck- i know, go ahead and cum, cum all over my cock.” Your back arched off the bed, thighs shaking as you came, a white ring forming around his cock as he chased his orgasm. “fuck princess, your cunt is still sucking me in, gonna cum inside of you don’t let me out.”

“pl-please i want it inside.” his mind went blank, his hips stuttering as he came, his cum filling you up, a warm feeling spreading through your body. “fu-fuck baby.” he sighed; his forehead pressed against yours. “i’m sorry baby, but you sounded so fucking pretty begging me to cum inside, i couldn’t help it.”

he tried to pull out, but you stopped him. “baby we gotta clean you up.” you shook your head no, pulling him as close as you could. “i wanna stay like this.” you sighed, he was on top of you, his body weight was comforting. “okay baby if that’s what you want.” he said. “we can stay like this for as long as you want.”

he didn’t mind at all , you guys had a lot of lost time to make up for.

©️LUVYENI

I woke up from a wet dream and i wanna go back to sleep :(

It was about coke can cock!binnie with me being a virgin and now im just up high and dry because my boyfriend is at work 😭

OH MY! I'm CLAWING my pillow writing this. Allow me to just paint the picture for you bby... warnings: 18+mdni, afab virgin reader, soft dom binnie, coke can cock binnie, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple sucking, reader is a mess for his cock, little bit of a size kink(not body size, just that binnie refers to reader's c*nt as tiny/tight/little), binnie calls reader baby and bunny, tiniest bit of dacryphilia wc: 1.3k ........

"P-please please," you plead, panties on but legs splayed open as wide as your hips could stretch. You were squirming. The sight of him coming home earlier in his tight black t shirt, the fabric pulling over his broad chest has had your mind spinning for hours.

"Shh, shh bunny I'll give you what you want hm? Just take a breath for me, tell me what's got you so riled up?" He's over you, still with his boxers on, hovered between your legs, just ghosting over your sweet spot. You needed him. It hit you tonight that you could not wait another day without feeling him inside you.

"P-please I need you to fuck me, now." The last word comes out as a harsh, needy growl. He's taken aback for a second, eyes searching yours. You'd never had sex before and were waiting for what felt like the perfect moment. And tonight was it.

"Y-you need to be inside me, need to feel you stretch me please. That shirt sent me over the edge tonight, all I kn-know is I can't wait any longer. M' so horny my tummy hurts I need it I need it." You thrash your arms, raising your hips in an attempt to coax him into you.

His warm had presses your hips down as you cry out. "Please!"

You're nearly to tears from begging so hard, needing him so bad. But he was keeping his calm. He wasn't sure if you really wanted to or if you were in a frenzy of heightened emotions from being so horny.

"Hey, bunny, here," he tilts your chin up to look at him looming over you. "Look at me, shh, shh, quiet down baby. You need me?"

"Y-yes I need you, I need you so bad!"

He strokes your cheek as he says, "are you sure bunny? You know we can do tons of other things, we don't have to rush."

"I'm ready. Look at me, I'm falling apart Bin please." You rake your fingers lightly down his exposed chest. Over his chiseled muscles.

The shiver that runs up his spine causes his body to jerk just the slightest bit.

His demeanor changes slightly, knowing that you're truly sure.

"Bunny, you need Binnie? You're so cute under me bunny, and you're gonna be even cuter trying to take my cock hm?"

You let out an involuntary whine as you grip your pelvis.

"F-fuck me Binnie p-please it hurts. Hurry." You weren't exagerating, the lack of feeling filled by him was now past an itching feeling, it was now a surge of electricity that left you in pain.

"Bunny you've never taken my cock, you might be begging me to slow down later."

His words make your mouth water as he lifts off of you to peel down his boxers. His cock springs free, pink and throbbing. You've seen his cock more times than you can possibly count but today...today its thick girth was mesmerizing, if not a little intimidating, anticipating that his thick cock is supposed to fit in your little cunt.

He hovers at your opening, pressing your hips down with one hand. He connects his lips to yours and your tongues fight for dominance, however, mirroring one another in need.

"Bunny you're dripping and I haven't even put it in yet."

"C-can't wait, Binnie."

"Okay bunny I want you to keep them spread okay?"

You lean up on your elbows, trying to get a closer look at what's about to happen, but he leans further into you, encouraging your shoulders to connect with the mattress.

"Bunny lay down, need you relaxed okay?"

You nod, your lip stuck between your teeth.

"I'm going in okay baby? Slowly..."

You keep your arms at the ready to graze down his chest or over his arms.

His silky tip floats just centimeters from your opening, before he presses his hips forward. The feel of his thick tip has your back arching before it's even in.

"Breathe in bunny, I'm going in." With that, he presses into you, his thick cock head making your cunt stretch more inches than it ever has before - and it's glorious.

Your back arches as you let out a moan, clenching down hard.

"O-ohmygod Bin it's so big."

"I know baby, I know, you're doing great, you feel so fucking g-good." He's holding himself back from fully sheathing inside of you.

"M-more I need more," you pant.

"Binnie's baby is already such a mess isn't she? Haven't' even gotten two full inches yet bunny."

Something about the deliciously painful stretch, along with the scent and sight of this beautiful man over you sends you spiriling.

The earthquake starts deep in your gut, rippling out to each of your limbs, aftershocks wreaking havoc on your cunt.

"Oh bunny, your tiny cunt couldn't take it. Cumming just from my tip?" He's using all his strength not to bully his cock into you in one motion, just to watch a series of orgasms rip from your chest.

He leans down to suck on your nipple as he presses his cock into you.

Your hands fly to his chest, your eyes squeezing shut.

"Fuck! S'big, s'big Binnie I-I can't fit it." You cry.

"Shh bunny, you can, I know you can. You know I'm thick bunny, you were begging earlier, now you can't even take a few inches?"

He takes one hand, capturing yours to shift them over your head, settling you back.

"Don't stop me bunny, you can take it, just relax this little cunt."

"I-I can do it," you coach yourself.

"Last stretch bunny, deep breath," he instructs, bullying the rest of his thick cock into you.

A tear rushes past your eye and he catches it with his finger.

"Crying on my cock already? Look how cute you are bunny, I should take a picture."

Your eyes have rolled back into your head, body writhing under him.

"M-move please," you whimper, glassy eyed.

He pulls his hips back and immediately shoves his throbbing cock back into your sopping cunt.

"Hear that bunny? You're soaking my cock, you just need Binnie so bad you could drown in your own wetness couldn't you?"

"Hm? Answer Binnie, baby."

"Mmhm," you say, feeling your legs shake from the pressured pleasure. He sets a pace.

"Look at your little cunt taking my thick cock bunny, Binnie's so proud of you." He closes his eyes for a second, basking in the feeling of you gripping him.

Your hands find his shoulders, pulling him into your chest. "So fucking tight bunny."

His cock is plunging in and out of you as your nails dig into his skin.

"I-I'm gonna-" your words are cut off by your orgasm rushing through your veins. Your hearing muffled by the intensity of the jolt, cream spilling out over his cock.

"C-cum, cum," you pant, body still buzzing from your high.

"Want me to make you cum again bunny?"

You shake your head, "w-want your cum Binnie, please."

"Binnie's baby just wants his cum, hm? is that it bunny?" He's moving harder, faster than before. All self-control that he previously had, out the window.

"M'gonna fill this tight little virgin cunt bunny. M'gonna plug you up," he squeezes his eyes shut before stilling.

You let out a sequence of moans as you feel the rush of his warm cum streaming into you.

His face is buried in your neck as his body waves over you, cum still spilling into you.

"T-thank you," is all you manage in your fucked-out state.

(unedited)

a/n: I love you so much this ask made my night 10000x better<3

Needy reader loves changbin’s arms and drops hints by snuggling against his arm, playing around with his arm, leaning against it, etc. Changbin knows but pretends dumb until reader is on their knees begging for him🤭?

❛ARMS❜ ( s. changbin )

💬 nia's notes: this is two request in one , since the other one they were just asking for manhandling

p. seo changbin x fem!reader w. 0.8k

warnings? rough sex , unprotected sex , dirty talk , name calling , doggystyle ,

— 𖦹 ( changbin fucking a needy you after catching you drooling over his arms ) !

he thought you were so cute , the way you'd constantly hold on to his arms — snuggling into his arms , he could tell you were needy , the way your eyes glazed over , your lips forming a pout everytime he'd play dumb when you'd complimented his buff arms , muttering a quick "thank you."

he wasn't ready to give you what you wanted , he wanted to see you beg for him. "binnie." you whined , he bit back a smirk , but you caught it , whining even more. "you're doing this on purpose." he turned to you with faux confusion. "what am i doing?"

"please." you were so fucking needy , you were willing to do anything , just so he'd fuck you. "please what baby , you have a mouth , use it." he said.

so overwhelmed over how good he was looking you climbed into his lap , your panty clad cunt sitting directly on his already hard cock. "i need to so bad." you sounded so desperate.

"need me? what do you need me to do?" his rough hands traveling up your thighs. "i need you to fuck me until i can't think anymore." your voice so airy and filled with need , and that's all he needed , before he was flipping you over , pinning you down on the bed with one hand.

"that's all you wanted , for me to pin you down and fuck you into the bed." his clothed cock grinding into your heat. "pl-please." you tried to move your hands , but he was much stronger.

"dont fight me baby , you wanted this." he slapped your thighs , spreading your legs open. "so fucking soaked , you've been thinking about me splitting your pussy open for a while." he rubbed your clit.

"my arms got you this worked up?" you nodded , whimpering. "words , use them." slapping the same red spot on your thighs again , you yelped at the sting. "y-yes , want you so bad."

pushing your panties to the side , sliding one of his thick fingers into your hole. "b-binnie." you moaned , your cunt wrapping tightly around his finger. "fucking christ baby , you're barely taking my finger." he pushed the other in , scissoring you open.

"gotta get you ready to take me cock." he speed up his movements , his fingers repeatedly slamming into your core. "fuck , changbin!" you screamed , he finally let your hands lose , you immediately grabbed his bicep , your nails digging into his arms. "changbin im gonna cum!"

he hit that gummy spot in your cunt over and over , your orgasms hitting you like a ton of bricks. "shit!" you screamed , cumming all over his hand , legs shaking in aftershock. "you came so much just from my fingers , like a slut."

he grabbed your waist , flipping you over on to your stomach , lifting you up into doggystyle position. "needy fucking pussy." he slapped your ass , yanking your panties down to your ankle. "so fucking needy." pulling his pants down , his thick cock leaking with pre-cum.

"gonna take my cock like a good cock whore." he lined his cock up at your entrance. "pl-of fuck!" before you could even get the plea out , he slammed into you fully. "shit , you're so fucking tight." he pulled out until he got to the tip , repeating.

he did that once more , before he grabbed your hand , pulling it behind your back to hold on to as his thrusted roughly into you , your face pressed against the bed.

"fuck is this what you wanted baby? hmm , to manhandle you like this." he grunted. "treat you like some sort of sex toy , just another hole?" you nodded unable to speak due to your face being pressed into the pillow.

letting your arm go , pulling your entire body up , his arm wrapping around your neck , not fully head locking you , but damn near. "let me hear those moans baby." you were a mess , moaning so loud you were sure to get a complaint in the morning.

"fu-fuck binnie , too much!" he scoffed , not stopping his movements. "no don't run from it now , this is what you wanted , don't be an ungrateful slut , take my cock." he growled , his reached around , vigorously rubbing your clit.

"mmh' binnie , gonna cum !" you shouted over and over , he finally let you go , letting your body fall on to the bed , pushing your back down into a arch. "go ahead , cream my cock like a good flashlight." you screamed , legs shaking like crazy as you came.

"oh fuck , shit! " he grunted , burying his cock inside you , painting your walls with his cum. "take my cum , fuck you feel so good." he stilled his hips , both of you coming down from your dazes.

he pulled out , laying you down , kissing your shoulders tenderly. "you feeling better baby?" you nodded , eyes fluttering. he chuckled , how can one be so cute. "let binnie help you get washed and dressed yeah? then you can go to sleep." he picked you up.

"my needy baby."

©️LUVYENI

OOPS! (DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE) — seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader genre: smut, humor, fluff word count: 3k warnings: established relationship, oral (f. rec), unprotected sex... anyways happy bday to literally the only man to ever exist first pic is literally me n u because ily for reading this fic

summary: nobody understands how you and changbin ended up together when you are polar opposites, least of all your roommate—who is convinced that your broody, dark boyfriend doesn't know how to please you. luckily, you have the perfect plan on how to rectify that.

"She is literally a psychopath."

"Babe, don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?"

You scoff. "Who are you calling overdramatic? Me? You're supposed to be on my side!"

He reaches for you across the bed, but you swat his hand before he can touch you.

"I am on your side!" He exclaims. "I always am. I just don't understand why you're getting so worked up over this."

"Bin," you roll over to face him. "She literally said your dick game is so weak I have to fake it every time."

"Okay..." he trails off. He looks sexy enough to eat as he lays on his stomach with his messy bedhead and his sleepy eyes, but the anger flowing through your veins only lets you focus on this for a moment.

"And that's obviously not true, so what's the big deal?"

This isn't the conversation you want to be having with your boyfriend on his birthday.

In fact, this isn't even where you would like to be with him at all today. (Not that you didn't love staying in and cuddling with him, especially when he looked sexy as hell.)

It's just that you really wanted to make today about him—to use it as a chance to show him off. Unfortunately, when you broached the topic of it with him, Changbin was very insistent that his perfect day was simply spending the day with you.

Which, on one hand, aw... He really knows how to make your heart (and maybe your cunt) throb. But on the other—boo, because your love language is acts of service and all you want is an opportunity to show how much you love him.

The irritating thing about your godforsaken boyfriend is that he always insists that he knows and that you don't have to do anything to prove it, but you still can't help that you want to give him the world.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that from the beginning, people never understood your relationship. You and Changbin have always been private people, but that never stopped anyone from speculating. They didn't get how big, brooding, scary Changbin ended up with sweet, innocent, darling you.

Personally, you think that's complete bullshit. If anyone is sweet and darling, it's Changbin, not you. But that's not how other people see it

And it has always annoyed you that Changbin just brushes off the small jokes about how scary and mean he must be to you with absolutely no regard. Who are they to tease your loving boyfriend about how he treats you?

It irritates you even more that he insists you don't have to say anything about it, either.

"The big deal," you seethe, "is that she gets to say stupid shit like that and get away with it."

"You're so cute like this, baby," he coos, which only makes you more upset.

"Don't patronize me! I'm tired of people talking about you behind your back and you not stopping them!"

"It doesn't matter to me, though," Changbin says, his hand wrapping around your wrist to pull you into his embrace.

Even as he wraps around you, you cross your arms and refuse to give in.

"Yeah, well," you scoff, "it matters to me!"

"And I love you for that," he tells you, "but seriously. The only person who's opinion I care about is yours, anyways."

"Which makes me even more mad!" You exclaim. "You're an angel... Is it really that horrible for me to want everyone else to see that, too?"

"No, baby, of course not," he presses a kiss against your neck. "I just don't like seeing you so worked up over this."

You huff, chewing on your lip as you stew silently.

"Y'know, you have such an attitude today," he tsks, breath hot against your skin.

"Whatever," you roll your eyes, ignoring how good his lips feel against your skin.

"Hey, you can't be mean to me," Changbin insists, kissing your cheek this time. "It's my birthday."

"You need to stop saying that."

"But it's true," he bats his eyes innocently. "And don't you think the birthday boy deserves a kiss?"

He puckers his lips obnoxiously, squeezing his eyes shut, and your heart flutters a little bit at how silly he looks. You want to hold out, if only to prove a point, but you have always found it impossible to say no to him.

To compromise, you lean in and press a short, caste kiss against his lips. It only lasts a second, but you can't help but smile when his tongue darts out and swipes a line against his top lip when you pull back.

"C'mon baby," he murmurs softly. "I know you can do better than that."

The look in his eyes is dark, a sexy smile stretching across his face as his hands drift down to your hips. Heat warms you from the inside out but you refuse to give in, no matter how much you want his lips on yours.

Still, you can't stop the muffled moan that escapes when Changbin kisses you, deep and devouring. His mouth moves so perfectly against you that your thighs clench, and when his tongue works its way past your lips, you moan again. It feels so good that you almost don't notice the edge of his lips turn upwards in a smirk.

"That's more like it," he pulls back, grinning devilishly.

You pout at the loss of contact, your mind fuzzy.

"Aww," Changbin teases. "Does my baby want some more kisses?"

"No. I'm still angry at you."

"Really?" He rolls you over so that you are on your back and he is hovering over you.

"Are you sure?"

His face is close enough that you can see the amusement lighting up his gaze, you can feel his breath ghosting your lips.

This only makes your pout deepen and your thighs tighten once again. Except, Changbin's leg is wedged between yours, and he notices immediately.

"I think my baby does need some more kisses, hmm?"

He presses his lips to one cheek, then to the other, and it feels like torture waiting for his kiss again. He knows that, and you know he knows that, which is why it doesn't surprise you that he insists on kissing you everywhere but where you want him most.

It is only after the fifth kiss to your nose that your annoyance finally outweighs you need to prove a point. With a huff, your hands grab his jaw and pull his lips down to yours.

"Mmmm," he groans as you take control. Your arms snake around and his grip on your hips tighten, the kiss growing hotter and messier as you snag his bottom lip between your teeth and suck.

"Knew you needed more," Changbin pants into your mouth. "Always know what you need, baby."

You squirm underneath him and he uses the thigh between your legs to open you up, allowing you more room to grind against him.

"Mhm," you hum in agreement as his mouth moves from your mouth down the side of your jaw. Your hips roll slowly against his thigh.

"What I really need right now," you half-moan, "is for people to keep your name out of their mouths."

"But I love how my name sounds in your mouth," Changbin sucks a soft bruise against your throat. "Especially when you come around my cock."

"Ooooh," you breathe, grinding down further still at the thought. His dick is half hard against your hip and your hand slides down towards it.

Then, your eyes widen and you pull Changbin off your neck completely.

"Wait, that's it!" You exclaim excitedly.

"Baby..." he whines.

"I know how to get my roommate to stop talking shit about you," you say, ignoring his pout.

"Good job, baby," he says. "I guess..."

"Thank you," you say proudly.

"...And how are you going to do that?"

"We're going to have sex!"

"...Yes," Changbin says slowly, pulling your hips upwards. "We definitely are. But how exactly does that solve your problem?"

"She thinks you suck in bed," you say. "If she hears you throwing my back out, she'll know it's not true. Problem solved!"

"Baby..." He begins. "You're the one who always says we have to be quiet when we're here."

"Well," you purse your lips. "I changed my mind."

"And what happened to being, and I quote, 'kind and considerate' of your roommate?"

"She wasn't being very kind and considerate when she started talking shit about you," you grumble. "So why should I be nice, anyways?"

Changbin raises a brow. "And you won't regret this later?"

You huff.

"Either you fuck me right now or I'm going to fake an orgasm so loud she'll finally be able to tell what I sound like when I'm acting."

His eyes narrow at your petulant tone.

"If you're going to be loud, baby," he murmurs, "it's all gonna be real."

His hands move up your hips, pushing your shirt—his shirt—up until it is bunched under your chin, leaving you bare except for your panties underneath.

Before you even have a chance to process, he is kissing down your body, leaving wet and openmouthed kisses in his wake.

A choked moan leaves your lips when he licks a stripe between the valley of your breasts. Changbin pushes your legs apart, and in one clean motion, yanks your panties off and throws them to the side.

And then, his face is between your legs, hot puffs of air hitting you.

"So pretty," he sighs. "Always so pretty..."

His tongue darts out, lapping at you with short kitten licks, and your thighs tighten around his head.

"Oooh..."

"You taste so good, baby," Changbin groans, his voice muffled between your legs.

"Talking too much," you push his face forward. "Do more of that tongue thing."

In retaliation he turns sideways, biting on the fleshy part of your inner thigh before soothing the mark with a kiss. A soft moan leaves your lips at the feeling.

Your fingers card through his silky-soft hair and he finally complies, focusing his attention once again where you need it most. It only takes a few moments for his kitten licks from before to devolve into something nastier, wetter, until he is full on making out with your cunt.

"Oh my god," you moan, your hips pressing upwards into the heat of his mouth.

The wet slurping sounds of his mouth and the staccato of your heavy breathing fill the room. Changbin has always been amazing with his mouth, but tonight as he eats you out, he does it with a purpose.

"B-Bin, oh, right there."

His mouth moves upwards and you swear you almost see stars when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. You wiggle and he takes the opportunity to push two fingers inside of you, hooking them upwards as he builds a slow, leisurely pace. A loud moan echoes through the room as the pads of his finger rub perfectly against the most sensitive part inside you and your eyes squeeze shut.

"You sound so hot, baby," he praises when he comes up for air, a wicked smile on his face as his fingers pull out. "Think you can be louder for me?"

You nod twice, quickly, and then his mouth is on you again. This time, his tongue moves towards your entrance, probing—no, teasing you. One of his hands trail upwards, entwining with yours against the bedsheets, and when you look down, he is already looking up at you.

He maintains eye contact as he pushes his tongue into you, slowly, as deep as it goes, and you writhe beneath him.

"S-So, mmmm—"

Your gaze is half-lidded in pleasure and you miss the way Changbin grinds against the mattress. He plays with you until his face is soaked, until you are a writhing mess beneath him, until the pleasure has built up so sharply within you that you are certain it will snap any second.

And then he pulls away from you, pushing himself up into a kneeling position.

“Nooo,” you whimper, rolling your hips—fruitlessly—at the loss of sensation. “Please—I want—”

“Shhh, baby,” he soothes. “I’m gonna fuck you now. Have to make sure your roommate can really hear you, hmm?”

You prop yourself on your elbows, watching in rapt fascination as he pulls his t-shirt off and throws it across the room. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, shirtless with just his gray sweatpants. Changbin, of course, notices this, and pauses. You are too distracted by the tantalizing image of his covered dick to notice the shit eating smirk on his face.

“Please, hurry,” you pout when he takes too long. “I wanna feel you inside…”

“Always so needy,” he tsks.

“You love it,” you breathe out.

“Duh,” he says, “because you’re needy for me.”

You nod, looking at him with hooded eyes. “Always needy for you, Bin. Only you.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Okay, yeah.”

His pants are gone in a second, and then he is between your thighs, the head of his cock rubbing against your slit.

You whine at the feeling, the stimulation just enough for you to feel it but not enough to actually do anything. The back of your hand falls over your mouth, muffling your sounds, and Changbin shakes his head.

“Nuh uh,” he scolds you, pulling your hand away and pinning it against your head. “You’re gonna be as loud as you want tonight, baby. Just for me, yeah?’

“Y-yeah,” you stutter.

“Good.”

His free hand wraps around his dick, and he positions himself at your soaked entrance. Slowly, almost too slowly, he pushes himself in. Each inch stretches you open so deliciously you think you might come just from this. 

A moment later he starts moving, and you almost black out from the pleasure. Nobody has ever fucked you like Changbin does, and god if it doesn’t feel like heaven when he’s inside you.

“You take me so well,” Changbin grunts, thrusting into you. “Always take me so good, like you were made for me. How are you so tight? Haven’t been taking care of you like I should, hmm, but that’s okay, I’ll fix that.”

A string of broken moans leave your lips, rising in pitch at both his words and the onslaught of his thrusts inside of you. He moves so skillfully, like he could do this for hours (for the record, he definitely could), and it only makes you even more turned on. 

The ease at which he holds you arm above your head with one hand, holds your hip with the other, and maintains a fast and delicious pace makes you feel like nothing more than a ragdoll beneath him, and it’s sexy—he’s sexy, with his brow furrowed and his bottom lip between his teeth as he fucks you good.

“S-so good, Bin, oh my god, you’re soooo good,” you pant. The praise goes straight to his dick and his pace increases, encouraged on by yours words.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he groans, his mouth moving down to your throat. “I love you so much, ugh, love this pussy, love you.”

“Changbin,” you gasp, your voice pitching upwards. “I’m going to—oh, I’m s-so—I—”

His lips move down to the top of your breast, sucking a bruise there.

“You gonna come for me?” Changbin rasps, his pace relentless. He lets go of his grip on your arm in favor of reaching down to caress your face. His tender touch lights your skin afire and is the perfect juxtaposition to the way his dick works in and out of you.

“Y-yeah, oh,” you moan wantonly, your legs reaching up to wrap around his waist.

“Then come for me, baby,” he encourages. “Wanna feel it, want to feel you around my cock, need it, please—”

His words and the look in his eyes are enough to push you over the edge, and with a high pitched whine, you do exactly that—your walls pulsing around him and your orgasm hits you. 

Changbin fucks you through it, his movements becoming sloppier as he gets closer to reaching his release as well. It is only when you finally start to come down from your high that he finally comes, his drawn out moan like music to your ears. 

The feeling is only a little too much as he fucks shallowly into you, riding out the last wave of his orgasm, but the pleasure and the pain mix into something that isn’t completely unpleasant.

A few moments pass, and then Changbin finally pulls out, flopping on the bed next to you. His breathing is still heavy, and you can’t help the giggle that swells up in your throat when you roll over to look at him. 

His brow scrunches together in a satiated expression, and he looks so adorable with his lips puckered up slightly. You can’t stop yourself from pulling his face closer and planting a kiss on his cheek, and your heart warms when his face lights up at the small action.

“So….” He says, his fingers moving to play with your hair. “D’you think she heard us?”

“Hmm, I dunno,” you sigh, pressing your body closer to his. 

“You don’t sound like you care that much,” he smirks, amused.

“Sorry,” you roll your eyes, “I’m still thinking about your dick. D’you want me to stop?”

“Oh, never,” he says seriously. 

“That’s what I thought,” you simper. 

He laughs, an arm snaking around your torso to pull you even closer to him.

You open your mouth to say something, but are interrupted when the slamming of the front door echoes throughout the apartment. You and Changbin turn to look at each other. A moment of silence stretches—and then you both burst out laughing.

(“You know, if you wanted me to fuck you right, you could have just asked.”

“It was not about you fucking me right, it was about proving a point!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Bin, I am a woman of strong principles!”

“And where were those principles when my dick was inside you?”

“That was me sticking to my principles—hey! Don’t laugh! I’m being serious.”

“I know baby, don’t pout. Do I need to fuck you again to make you happy?”

“…Maybe.”)

yes, professor

professor changbin x fem! student reader 

word count: 9,903

content warnings: oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal penetration, pussy job, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie (use protection kids!), professor kink, pet names (princess, angel, baby), light degradation (bin calls her a slut mostly), spanking with hand and a ruler, classroom sex.

let me know if i missed anything in this one-shot bc i tend to miss stuff! if you want to skip to the smut, scroll to the white heart divider!

Your first day of your last year of college was already off to a bad start. 

Not only was it already eighty-eight degrees out at only ten in the morning, but you had tripped and fallen on your way out of your dorm, and skinned your knee. The cut still hurt like a bitch, even as you traipsed the fifteen minutes to your first class of the day. 

And that was really the cherry on top of this miserable summer day. You had to attend your first and only college math class. And you were absolute shit at math.

If you had your way, you wouldn’t be taking this course at all. Not only were you bad at the subject, but you hated it. You wanted to become a technical writer, which 90% of the time didn’t actually require you to know any math. Writing? Love. Science? Fine. Even history was passable, Cs get degrees and all that. But math, for lack of better words, was the bane of your existence. You even struggled to pass back in high school. 

So no one could blame you for putting off this class until practically the last second. You didn’t want this to be your very last course before graduation, because that would be absolute torture. So you buckled in to take it your fall semester instead.

And oh how you were regretting it. 

Now, you stood outside the classroom. The little window on the door was covered with white paper, so you couldn’t see inside. If you could, you would probably have run away. 

Instead, you steeled yourself, straightened your shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed it open. 

You had arrived a few minutes early, a little later than you usually were to other classes. You had admittedly stalled back at your dorm for as long as possible, knowing what was in store. 

You took a seat in the second row, a few seats away from a quiet-looking guy with dark hair. You pulled a notebook and pencil out of your backpack, before looking up at the front of the room.

And that was when you saw him.

He was standing facing away from you, writing something on the chalkboard. He wasn’t very tall, but he was incredibly built. His broad shoulders flexed in that navy blue button-up as he wrote, and you couldn’t help but check him out. His movements were confident and sure, like he knew he belonged up there. 

You’d never had a hot professor before. Maybe that was about to change.

Of course, he could have an unattractive face, you reminded yourself. Or even worse, a shitty personality. Just because he was ripped didn’t mean he was hot.

Then, he turned around.

Dear God. Your heart rate picked up immediately, your chest contracting as you gazed upon him rapturously. You didn't want to look behind you to see if anyone else felt the same way. There was no way they didn't. 

His dark hair was styled casually, wavy bangs sweeping across his forehead. He had kind, intelligent, yet humorous eyes, adorned with thick-framed black glasses, and small but full lips. Your eyes kept zeroing in on them, and you found yourself wondering what they would feel like against yours.

You shook your head, instantly clearing that thought from your mind. You could not be imagining your professor in that way. Even if he was young, maybe five years older than you at the most. You could not think about him like that. You were terrible enough at math as it was, and you couldn't afford to get distracted.

But when he smiled at the class, your mind went blank, forgetting your little pep talk. God, how could a man look so fine by simply existing?

“Good morning, class,” he said, pointing up at the board. My name is-“

Seo Changbin. 

You read the two words, written in a rushed, messy scrawl. You almost mouthed his name, wanting to feel what it was like to say it. But you kept your mouth shut. 

“My name is Seo Changbin, and I’m your professor this semester,” he continued. “This is a mid-level calculus class, so if that’s not what you’re here for, then you should probably leave now.”

You inwardly sighed. Taking a mid-level math class when you hadn’t taken math in four years seemed dangerous. And honestly, in any other situation, you might have hopped up and left, off to find the easiest possible course the school offered.

But how could you pass up the chance to be around this absolute specimen of a man for an entire semester?

So you stayed put.

“Good.” Changbin moved his hair out of his face, and you watched with a fervor you never thought possible. If your friends could see you, they would call you a simp. For this man, hell yes you were. 

“Now, I’ll be coming around with the syllabus.” He held up a stack of papers. “We’ll go over it, and then jump into the first lesson. Don’t worry, it’s nothing crazy. Yet.” He smirked, and your breath stuttered in your throat. Every time you assumed he couldn’t get any hotter, he inevitably did.

He started making his way up and down the rows of students, handing them the small syllabus. He greeted a few who he must have known from a previous course, asking them how their summer was. 

So he was an attentive teacher, too. Dammit.

Finally, he reached you. When your eyes met, just the hint of a smile graced those perfect lips. You held his gaze, unable to look away. Your entire body was on fire, and you crossed your legs in what you hoped was a casual manner. 

For a split second, you could have sworn his eyes flicked up and down your body, once, checking you out. But it was so fast, you couldn’t tell. Your face was so hot, you couldn’t think straight.

“And what’s your name?” he asked, coming to a stop in front of you. 

As you introduced yourself, he took a step nearer, leaning down. He wasn’t even that close, but you instantly felt the need to pull him to you. You weren’t sure if he felt it too, but the energy between you was magnetic. 

“Are you new here?” he asked curiously. “I’ve never seen you in my class before.”

“No, I don’t usually take math classes,” you responded. “This is my first and only one, actually. I’m an English major, but it was required.”

“So you’re a senior?” he chuckled. “Waited till the last possible minute to join us, did you?”

You shrugged, embarrassment threatening to overwhelm you. But you didn’t let it show, simply shrugging and smiling at him. “Math isn’t my thing.”

“Well, hopefully I can change that,” he grinned, handing you a syllabus. “Welcome.”

As he started class, you became enthralled with how knowledgeable he was. While most everything went over your head, you found yourself wanting to understand what he was saying. You wanted to impress him, wanted him to be proud of you. So while you would usually space out and succumb to boredom, you actually read the syllabus in its entirety, and took vigorous notes. Even if it was boring, you wanted to hear every word that came out of Changbin’s mouth.

When class was over, and you were packing up, Changbin walked over to the desks, saying goodbye to some of the students. You ignored him, not wanting to come off as too eager.

“It was nice to meet you, Miss English Major,” Changbin said, and you looked up, shocked that he remembered anything about you.

You glowered at him, rolling your eyes playfully. “Is that all you’re going to refer to me as from now on?” you teased.

He shrugged, straightening his shirt and smiling. “Once I get to know you, I’m sure I’ll refer to you as something else. For now, have a good day, Miss English Major.”

——————————

Two weeks passed uneventfully. 

Changbin’s calculus class had started ramping up, and you were barely surviving. Everything was very confusing, and you found yourself blacking out for most of class just staring at your hot professor, instead of learning. All your other courses were a breeze, which left you tons of time to focus on failing to understand basic math. 

You and Changbin had continued to talk, a little bit every day after class. He would ask you about your other courses, mostly about writing and all kinds of grammar. He seemed genuinely interested in you and your life, which was so opposite from any other teacher. He even wanted to know about your personal life, like your family and friends. You told him everything. Except the fact that your friends were dying to meet your aforementioned “hot professor”. It felt nice knowing that he supported you, even if you were inevitably going to fail his class.

You fell into a nice groove, of sorts. You would act cool, funny, even effortless, to his face, and when you got back to your dorm, when none of your roommates were back yet, you would touch yourself to the thought of him. Fantasizing about his rough, strong hands holding your thighs open as he ate you out, or him caging you in between his huge arms as he pounded into you from behind. You couldn’t help it, you were infatuated by him. You wanted him, no matter how terrible you were doing in his class.

All that changed on the Monday of your third week.

“Next week, we’re having our first test,” Changbin announced as he stood at the front of the room. He turned on the projector to display a PowerPoint presentation with information about the test.

It would be thirty percent of your overall grade. One test?? Thirty percent??

You felt your mouth hanging open as you stared up at the screen, then down at Changbin. How could such a kind, handsome man do this to you? Was he trying to make you fail?

Changbin met your eyes, and a smile graced his lips. You snapped your mouth shut, feeling your face warm. He definitely just saw you gaping at him like a fish. Totally smooth.

“I know some of you may be worried, and some of you may not,” he said. “And if you’re one of the former, I would love for you to stay after class and talk to me about it. I know you all have the ability to pass this test. Every answer to every question is in your notes. Study those as hard as you can, and you’ll be more than fine.”

You could feel your heart rate picking up as you thought back on the dozens of pages of notes you’d taken over the past four classes. You couldn’t think  of anything that made sense. How were you supposed to take a test and pass? Let alone one that was worth so much of your grade?

For the rest of the lecture, you could scarcely pay attention as you continued to spiral. Clearly, you should have just taken a different class, hot teacher be damned. To be fair, you hadn’t expected the class to be this hard. 

As the class ended, you started packing up in a daze. You had a morphology course - one of your favorites - next, but you were thinking about skipping it so you could study for this test instead. Even a week straight of studying probably wouldn’t be enough for you to pass, so you needed all the time you could get.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice someone calling your name, over and over again.

“Miss English Major! Miss!” Changbin finally called, and your head whipped around to face him, your cheeks warming at the nickname.

“I-sorry, what’s up?” You stumbled over your words, trying not to look completely flustered. From his look of understanding, you knew you had failed.

“Would you like to study with me tonight?” he asked gently, approaching your desk. 

“Ah, why would you think I need extra studying?” you asked quickly.

“I have eyes,” he said with a quiet laugh. “And you look like you’re about to pass out. Really, the test isn’t going to be hard. But like I said earlier, I’m more than willing to tutor any student who needs help. I have the time.”

You sighed. “Am I really that obvious? Or do I just look like an idiot?”

Changbin shrugged, moving so he stood in front of you. “I can tell you’re really smart. You just don’t believe in yourself. So… I’ll see you at six tonight? I’ll bring donuts?”

You relented, grinning. “If you bring glazed donuts, I’m in.”

“Are there any other kinds?” he winked. “See you tonight.”

Oh, you were so done for.

——————————

You arrived at 5:55pm, terrified of being late, or wasting Changbin’s time. You assumed he was so busy already, and you didn’t want him waiting on you.

Seeing as he wasn’t there yet, you just stood awkwardly at the side of the room, unsure if you should pull up a seat by his desk, or just wait for him.

He arrived a few minutes later, carrying a cardboard box from the campus donut shop. Your heart leaped when you saw him, dressed in a casual black t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, and jeans. He would have fit right in as a student. 

“Oh, you’re already here.” Changbin grinned at you, and your face heated. He was so hot when he smiled. 

“I’m always on time,” you pointed out.

“You’re always late to my class,” Changbin chuckled, shaking his head.

“Maybe it’s because I don’t like your class,” you countered.

“Ouch.” He came to sit at his desk. “Here, sit with me.” He motioned to the chair next to his. 

“So, what would you like more help with?” He asked when you got settled.

You sighed. “What don’t I need help with?”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Am I really that bad of a teacher?”

“No!” you said hurriedly. “Math just really isn’t my thing. I probably made a mistake taking a mid-level class. Everything is just really over my head. It’s not your fault.”

“Well, we can start from the beginning,” Changbin conceded. He glanced down at your notebook, which was covered in your neat but hurried scrawl, and even a few shitty doodles at the top of each page. “May I?” he asked, pointing at them.

You nodded, pushing them towards him. 

He took it, and flipped back to the beginning. “You’ve taken really thorough notes,” he complimented, and you blushed. At least you were doing something right.

“I’m trying to pay attention to you.” You smiled weakly.

Changbin started pointing at things in your notes, trying to explain them as thoroughly as possible. You had to admit, he was very good at dumbing down every concept, and even gave you examples of when they might be used in the real world. That tended to be your struggle with math. None of it made any practical sense, it was so abstract. At least with words, they always correlated to a real-world thing, or concept. Math was filled with what-ifs, and you hated that.

As he pointed at your notes, he moved closer and closer to you, his arm brushing yours. Your skin tingled from the touch, almost desperate to feel more of him. His arms were so firm, entirely made of muscle. Of course, you had known that from hours of staring at him. But being this close to him, getting to touch him, was intoxicating, making your mouth water. If only you could reach out and-

“Are you even listening to me?” Changbin’s voice snapped you out of your lusting. 

“Yes! I was just uhh…” you paused, unsure what to say.

He raised an eyebrow at you, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. 

“Ah, no I wasn’t. I’m sorry.” You ducked your head, unable to meet his gaze.

He turned his chair to face yours. “I’m sorry, this is all probably way too much all at once. I should have realized that,” he apologized. “Maybe we should take a five? Then we’ll get back into it.”

You brightened, nodding quickly. “Yeah, that would be great.”

He grinned, sitting back in his chair. “You’re nothing like my usual math students, you know.”

You raised your brows at him. “That sounds like a badly veiled insult, Professor Seo.”

His eyes darkened for a moment at the way you said his name, but he seemed to shake it off immediately. “No, it’s just an observation. You’re very different.”

“How?” Your eyes drifted over to the box of donuts, which sat untouched next to you.

He shook his head at you. “Because of stuff like that. You’re very easily distracted. Just have one, or I’ll never get your attention back.”

You smiled apologetically, before tearing the box open and grabbing a glazed donut. “I can’t believe you actually brought these for me.”

“For you??” Changbin exclaimed. “Nah, I wanted them. You were just an excuse. Pass one here.”

You glared, taking a bite. “Okay that’s rude. I would think you cared more about your struggling student.” You handed him a donut.

He laughed at that before taking a bite too. “Of course I care about you.”

You gazed into his eyes, watching the way his throat moved as he swallowed. Your eyes flickered back up to his, wondering if there might, just might, be a hidden meaning behind that. 

Before you could stop yourself, or fully process what you were doing, you felt yourself moving imperceptibly closer to him, like there was an invisible force pulling you. 

Your face was a mere foot away from his, your eyes remaining locked with his. “How else am I different from the others, Professor?”

He groaned, a low sound deep in his throat, and you saw a flame flicker to life in his eyes. A flame of desire, you wondered? Did he want you just as badly as you wanted him? Had he thought about you in the same way you thought about him? Your stomach twisted with desire, hot and potent. 

Your hand reached out to grip his thigh, desperate to touch him. But before you could make contact, his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“What-“ you began.

“We can’t do this,” he said. His voice was quiet, but firm. 

“What are you…?” you trailed off, your heart thudding so hard your head hurt. Was he rejecting you right now? After that almost animalistic noise came from him, just by making eye contact?  A noise that would most definitely be used to fuel your nightly desires? “But you were just flirting with me!”

“I was,” he paused, licking his lips. You wanted to know what that tongue tasted like. “But I can’t. You’re my student, and it was incredibly unprofessional of me. I’m sorry.”

You pulled your hand from his grip, moving your chair away from him, fighting to keep your voice steady. “Yes, you’re right. Let’s continue studying.”

“Okay.” Changbin nodded, picking up your notebook again. “Onto lesson two.”

You continued the study session for another hour, before bidding him farewell. He promised that he would continue to help you study for two hours every night, and you agreed. He also demanded that you take the rest of the donuts home, but you refused. It felt wrong, somehow, to take something from him. 

You walked back to your dorm, body burning with shame.

——————————

For the rest of the week, you dutifully attended each study session with Changbin, carefully avoiding any kind of physical closeness with him. You knew that if you got near him again, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. 

Your thoughts were plagued by images of him. The way he smirked playfully at you when you got a question wrong, the glimmer of pride in his eyes when you got one right. His strong arms as he leaned over your notes, and his tight ass and muscular legs when he stood in front of the chalkboard to write every morning, or give lectures. 

No matter how hard you tried to ignore your growing feelings for him, you couldn’t help it. Every night, you found yourself desperately touching yourself to the thought of him doing unspeakable things to you, imagining it was him ravaging you instead of your vibrator. Him straddling you from above as he pounded into you with that thick cock, instead of your fingers. At this point, you knew it would never happen, but the forbidden, risky aspect turned you on even more.

Finally, the day of the test had arrived. Your heart had been racing with adrenaline. The night before, you had left this very classroom, saying goodnight to Changbin before cramming even more. 

“Good luck, Miss.” He’d smiled at you on your way out.

“Thanks, I’m really gonna need it,” you had replied.

“No you don’t,” Changbin said as you left.

The test had been shockingly easy. You weren’t sure if it was because Changbin purposely made the questions simpler than usual, or if his study sessions really had helped. But you whizzed through that test like never before. It gave you hope that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t absolute shit at math after all.

Now, Changbin was passing out the test results. You hoped your gut instinct that you’d done well was right.

He placed the test on your desk, shooting you a faint smile.

“Well done, Miss English Major,” he whispered, so quiet you could barely hear him.

You peeked at the top right corner, almost afraid of what it said. 

92%.

Your head whipped around to face Changbin, who was now a couple of desks down. 

Holy shit. Not only had you passed, but you passed with an A! How was that possible??

You wanted to run over to him and leap into his arms, but you had to hold yourself back. No one, including Changbin, wanted that.

You would wait until the end of class to celebrate.

As you packed up your bags, Changbin cleared his throat. 

You looked up to see him motioning you towards him. Of course, you couldn’t help but obey.

After the other students had left, you approached him, a huge smile plastered across your face.

“I passed!” you exclaimed, suddenly breathless. “I-I can’t believe it! Thank you.”

He shook his head, unable to hide his smile. “It was all you. You studied harder than I’ve ever seen any student do before. You earned it.”

Before you could stop yourself, you wrapped your arms around his midsection and hugged him.

“Seriously, thank you,” you said quietly. “I’ve never gotten an A on a math test, ever.”

Changbin laughed, and for a split second you thought he was going to hug you back. His arms raised to grab your waist, and your heart thudded in anticipation. You had thought about what it would feel like to be in Changbin’s arms countless times.

But instead, he pushed you away. His movements were gentle, respectful even, like he didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

It did quite the opposite. It stung more to know that he wasn’t an asshole who just wanted a girl's attention, but he thought he was doing the right thing in rejecting you for a second time.

“Well… thanks again,” you said lamely, moving away from him. “I’ll see you next week.”

You practically ran out of the room, tears stinging your eyes. You wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again.

——————————

Changbin stood at the front of his classroom, preparing for that day’s lesson. It was two months into the semester, and about time for another test. The last one had been almost a month and a half ago, and his students were beginning to get complacent. It was his job to make sure they didn’t get too comfortable.

It had also been about a month and a half since he’d properly talked to you. Ever since you had thanked him for all his help on that first math test, you had avoided him. 

He wished you wouldn’t. But you were right to. He would have done the same thing if roles were reversed.

He had rejected you, twice. Those glorious five days tutoring you were some of the best times he’d had in his entire three years as a professor. He’d never met someone half as bright, witty, or funny as you. 

Or as beautiful. 

Let’s be real, fucking sexy.

That first day of class, when he’d turned around and met your gaze, still stuck with him. Those curious yet guarded eyes of yours instantly drew him in, and he’d had to inwardly slap himself just to focus on his job. He’d never let anyone distract him from work before, let alone one of his students. He’d worked hard to get where he was, and ever since he got the job, he’d made a promise to himself never to date a student. From watching his colleagues, it never ended well.

And no one had ever made him question that promise. Until you.

Everything about you intoxicated him. The way you rolled your eyes at his cringey jokes, that little crease in your left eyebrow when you were focusing extra hard, the dimple on your left cheek when you smiled. Your determination to be good at whatever you put your mind to. And something he hadn’t expected: your desire to please him. 

In a strictly professional sense, of course. Or so he convinced himself. Until you two had almost kissed. And he’d told you no. That had to be in the top five of his stupidest moments, and he had a lot of those.

For that whole week, he’d found himself wishing that you would try again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. When he went home to his empty apartment, he found solace in his hand, thoughts solely on you. About the way it would feel if it was your hand instead of his, gripping his shaft as you stroked him up and down, those nimble fingers knowing exactly where to place more pressure, where to be gentle. That pretty mouth of yours wrapped around him, taking his thick cock to the hilt. And he would cum to the thought of you, knowing that he couldn’t have you.

Even when you hugged him after the test, he still rebuffed your advances. Why? What the hell was wrong with him? He wanted you, you wanted him. It was legal, you were both adults. And yet, he had still rejected you. 

He still thought about you, obsessively so. The more he came to the fantasy of you, the more he became reliant on your presence, craved it, really. He looked forward to seeing you everyday in class, even if you didn’t speak a word to, or barely looked at him. But your beautiful self walking to his class by yourself, gave him a sense of security.

Today, he arrived at class, eagerly awaiting your presence. When he turned around to face the door, slightly concerned because even two minutes into class, you hadn’t arrived, his stomach quite literally dropped.

Because you weren’t alone. 

——————————

Hwang Hyunjin was the smoothest man alive.

You’d noticed him sitting a few seats away from you since the first day of class. He was incredibly smart, but tended to keep his mouth shut. He was always busy writing or drawing something on his notes instead of paying attention, and when you weren’t busy staring at Changbin, you found yourself watching him instead.

The two of you had been paired up for a class discussion, and he mentioned that he loved art. Being the creative that you were, you asked him what he liked to draw, and he showed you some of the doodles he did during class. They were good, really good. 

When he asked you out for coffee a month into the semester, you’d had no choice but to say yes. And you had a great time. 

It was clear that Changbin had no interest in you, so who could blame you for wanting to spend time with another hot guy? Who cared if you still thought about him in the privacy of your dorm, late at night? That was just a phase. Every college girl had a crush on her professor at some point, right? 

You and Hyunjin weren’t really seeing each other, it was casual. So you had never come to class together, or showed any sign that you were interested in each other.

Until today. 

Hyunjin had walked you to class, after treating you to coffee. You were even later than usual, but you found that you didn’t mind.

But when you walked into the classroom, and Hyunjin suddenly grabbed your hand, it was clear that someone minded. They minded a hell of a lot.

Changbin’s eyes seared into the two of you, his gaze roaming over both your and Hyunjin’s faces, before landing on your connected hands. His jaw clenched and unclenched, a vein ticking in his forehead, but he stayed quiet. His fists were pulled tight at his sides, those huge arms flexing in a most mesmerizing way. You couldn’t help but stare. Was there the potential that he was… jealous? 

Of you. Being with another guy.

Before you could think about it further, Changbin cleared his throat, and Hyunjin sat next to you for the first time that semester. 

You should feel giddy that this gorgeous man was sitting with you, but you couldn’t pay attention to anything, except your stud of a professor glaring at Hyunjin like he wanted him to disappear. 

“Today, we’re going to be discussing next week’s test,” Changbin ground out, his teeth gritted so hard you could hear them scraping against one another. “Mister Hwang, do you remember what our first unit after last month’s test was?”

Hyunjin paused next to you, brows furrowed. How was he supposed to remember what you’d learned over a month ago, off the top of his head?

“No Professor, I don’t,” he said evenly. “If I could just check my notes-“

“No, you may not,” Changbin snarled, his eyes narrowed as he stared Hyunjin down. “Clearly, you weren’t paying close enough attention.”

“Professor!” you exclaimed, blood pounding. Why was he targeting Hyunjin all of a sudden? You thought he liked Hyunjin.

“What?” Changbin sneered. “Trying to protect your boyfriend?”

“Just don’t.” You rolled your eyes, looking away from him. 

For the rest of the class, Changbin continued to pick on Hyunjin, calling on him for the hardest review questions, and actually laughing at him when he couldn’t remember.

Finally, when class was over, the two of you made to leave. 

“Miss, please stay behind,” Changbin practically growled, gaze hot on your back.

“Will you be okay?” Hyunjin asked, glancing between the two of you.

You nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’ll see you later.”

Hyunjin followed the rest of the class out, casting one last look back at you.

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

You stood behind your desk, staring at Changbin. He stared back at you, expression unreadable. Was he upset? Of course he was. He wasn’t very good at hiding that during class. 

He walked to the door and slammed it shut, the force startling you. But when he clicked the lock in place, your chest seized up. What was he doing? 

“Come here.” His voice was soft, yet you could hear him clearly. His face looked calm, but you could see the fire in his eyes as he gazed at you. Your breath caught in your throat as you wordlessly obeyed, coming to stand in front of him.

Was this really going to happen? Was he-

Before you could formulate a proper prediction, his lips were on yours. His hands fumbled at your waist with a desperation you didn’t expect, even in your dirtiest fantasies. He picked you up, grabbing your ass roughly as his plush lips forced your mouth open, sucking and biting with enough pressure that would leave marks in the morning. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Changbin growled against you between kisses. Your hands slid into his hair, clinging to him as you kissed him back with equal strength. 

“What took you so damn long?” you gasped, pressing your tongue into his mouth and rolling your hips against him.

He groaned, the sound low and guttural, before setting you on his desk as gently as he could. He slid a finger under your tank top strap, pushing it down slowly, his gaze devouring your skin rapturously.

“I’ve been so good, so in control,” he breathed as if you were torturing him, his mouth coming to land against the shell of your ear. You shivered at the sensation. “Until today, when you decided to bring that poor Hwang boy along with you. What are you, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

You shook your head quickly. “N-no, it’s casual,” your voice shook despite yourself. “We’ve just been hanging out.”

“You like that he’s willing to give you attention when I wouldn’t?” He leaned down, nipping at your shoulder and collarbone. “Has he fucked you?”

You moaned softly, closing your eyes. “No, of course not,” you whispered. “And even if he had, why would you give a shit? I made a move on you, and you fucking rejected me, twice!”

Changbin let go of you, stepping back. For the first time, he looked embarrassed. Good, as he should. 

“I'm sorry, Princess.” He slid a hand down your arm, skating his fingers across your skin. “I thought I was making the right decision. But… I want you all to myself. Is that so bad?”

You glared at him. But no matter how long you tried to play hard to get, you knew damn well how this was going to end. You needed him too badly.

“Well, you better prove how much you want me, then.”

His mouth curled into a smirk, and your core dampened at the sight. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He pushed you back against his desk, shoving your legs apart, before tugging your denim shorts down your legs and ripping your panties clean in half.

“Changbin!” you gasped. Those were your nice panties, too.

“What? You won’t be needing them,” he smirked, holding them to his nose and inhaling a hungry breath, before tossing them away. “And from now on, you will call me Professor, not Changbin.”

You gaped at him for a moment, before you realized he was watching you expectantly.

“Y-yes… Professor,” you said weakly.

He smiled, kissing your cheek in an uncharacteristically tender way. “That’s my good girl. Now I’ll make you feel the best you’ve ever felt.”

He traveled down the length of your body, pressing kisses to your bare thighs as he went, admiring every inch of you. Your breaths came in short gasps as you laid in anticipation. You didn’t know much, but you were sure that Changbin was experienced when it came to sex.

As he gazed in appreciation at your soaked cunt, he tore his glasses off and set them on the desk, licking his lips. “Gonna need to get close and personal, huh Princess?”

Oh yeah, he was most definitely experienced. 

But nothing could prepare you for the sensation of Changbin’s tongue against your center. He pressed his mouth flat against your clit, swiping his tongue up and down in broad strokes. He covered your entire pussy with his warm, wet mouth before sucking and licking in earnest. 

“Holy shit, yes,” you gasped, your eyes widening as your hips jerked up against his movements.

He grabbed your waist to stop you, his tongue fucking in and out of your cunt as his lips pressed against the sensitive nerves above it. You moaned, your hand finding purchase in his hair as your vision sparked in and out, stars flashing before your eyes.

“Fuck, faster, please,” you begged, tugging his hair as you tried to pull him closer.

“What’s my name again, Princess?” he rasped against your core, his voice interrupted by his continued slurping. 

“P-professor, please,” you whimpered, gazing at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Fuck, how could I say no to you, Princess,” he snarled against you, yanking your legs open even further as his tongue moved impossibly faster, two of his fingers sliding into your pussy, adding even more squelching sounds to the mix.

The addition of his fingers nearly sent you spinning over the edge, your free hand gripping the side of his desk as your legs shook, your thighs trying to squeeze his head.

“Stay nice and spread for me, Angel,” he sucked hard on your clit, and you sobbed his name over and over, clutching at him like your life depended on it, your entire body vibrating.

“Professor, I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum!” you begged, squeezing your eyes shut as you ground your hips up against him, this time Changbin allowing you.

“Cum for me, Princess, let me hear you,” Changbin ordered, pressing his tongue in just the right way against your throbbing pussy.

With a strangled cry, you rode out your orgasm against his mouth and fingers as he thrusted them in harder and harder, working you through your release as you crested the peak and came tumbling over, your whole body falling onto the desk in a trembling, sobbing mess.

“Was that good enough for you, Princess?” Changbin licked his lips as he gazed at you smugly, coming to his feet and gazing down at you.

You rolled your eyes, standing up to meet his eyes properly. “It was amazing, Professor,” you murmured against his lips, before kissing him forcefully. The taste of you lingered on his lips.

He kissed you back hungrily, his fingers traveling back between your legs to rub your clit gently, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You licked his bottom lip, grinding against his fingers as you moaned into him. 

“Let me return the favor,” you whispered, pushing him against the desk this time, before kneeling in front of him.

“Let’s just hope you’re better with your mouth than you are at math,” Changbin teased. But you could see the desire flaming in his gaze as he caressed your hair with a rough hand, fully pushing you down onto the floor.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Professor,” you said sweetly, and he groaned, eyes flickering shut.

“No more dawdling Angel, open up.”

You unzipped his black work pants, tugging them down to his knees. Even with his dark gray boxers on, you could tell he was huge, and already hard. Pulling his underwear off, his cock sprang free, angry and red, leaking precum.

Your eyes widened, and Changbin kicked his pants to the side, smirking down at you. 

“Big enough for you, Princess?”

“Perfect, Professor,” you breathed, gripping the base with one hand.

“Ah shit,” Changbin gritted his teeth, his hand already tangled in your hair. “Don’t make me wait too long, Princess. I’ve already been waiting for months.”

You giggled softly, sticking your tongue out and kitten licking the pretty pink tip. He was quite thick, so thick that your hand could barely fit around him. He was about seven inches long, with a pretty vein running along the right side. Your core throbbed at the sight, imagining how well he would fill you up. 

“Fuck,” he snarled, thrusting into your hand impatiently, a bead of precum dribbling onto your skin. “Are you asking me to punish you, Princess?”

You felt your core clench at his words, and you almost hoped he would just flip you over and spank you for disobeying him.

But that could happen later. Instead, you slid his entire length into your mouth, taking him so deep your nose hit his hips. Coarse brown hair tickled your face, and you shut your eyes. 

“Holy-“ Changbin choked out as you began sucking hard and fast, using your hand to rub the base where your mouth couldn’t reach. Your saliva instantly became sloppy, running down his cock and onto his waist.

“Oh fuck yeah, just like that,” he grunted, tugging your hair roughly as he thrust his hips against you, driving his cock further into your mouth. “I bet you just love being my little cockslut, don’t you Princess? You like me using you like this.”

“Mm,” you moaned, sending vibrations up his cock. He shuddered at the sensation, his huge, muscular legs flexing next to you. One of your hands gripped his thigh, the other squeezing his taut ass as you fucked your mouth up and down on him so he didn’t even have to move.

“Oh shit, you do know what you’re doing, don’t you, Slut?” He ran his hand through your hair, and you felt a tinge of pride shoot through you. A thin line of tears dotted your lash line and your jaw hurt, but you didn’t care. He was impressed with you, and that was all that mattered. 

“Only for you, Professor,” you gasped as you took a quick breath, before sliding him back into your mouth. Your hands moved to cup his balls, and he growled, loud and animalistic, against you.

“Fuck Angel, you’re such a good girl for your professor, aren’t you?” he moaned, pulling your hair into two makeshift ponytails as he started fucking against you in earnest.

You started to choke on his harsh ministrations, but you didn’t want him to stop. Your core was so wet, arousal was dripping onto the ground. 

“I’m gonna cum, Princess,” Changbin growled, as his hips stilled. “But I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I want to breed that little pussy of yours. How does that sound?”

“I-it sounds amazing, Professor,” you breathed as you pulled his rock-hard cock out of your mouth.

He grinned, yanking you into another bruising kiss. “That’s my good little Cockslut,” he murmured, picking you up and setting you back on the desk. “This is exactly how I imagined fucking you for the first time. You look so beautiful lying there, all wet and ready for me.”

You whimpered softly, shooting a seductively innocent look at him.

“Fuck, do you know what you do to me, Angel?” He closed his eyes, his body trembling at the sight before him. “Even better than my imagination.”

“You’ve thought about me, Professor?” you said faux-shyly, grabbing his hand and placing it against your core.

“Of course I have, Princess,” Changbin chuckled, opening his eyes again as his fingers roamed over your clit gently. You shivered at his touch. “Who wouldn’t think about ruining a perfect girl like you?”

“I'm not a virgin, Professor,” you pointed out. 

“I know, but you’re perfect,” he responded, stepping closer. “Just look at you.”

“Professor?” you asked softly, gazing at him. “Can I ask just one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Can you take your shirt off?”

Changbin’s eyes flickered in amusement. “Do you like my body, Princess?”

You nodded vigorously. “I love your body. I think about it all the time.”

“I like the sound of that,” he murmured, leaning over and pressing harsh kisses against your neck. “What do you think about?”

“Fuck me, then I’ll tell you,” you breathed against him, starting to undo his shirt buttons.

He tugged the shirt over his head hurriedly, before coming to hover over you again, those perfect, muscular arms of your dreams caging you in. You whimpered at the sensation alone, pulling him closer to you so you could grab his cock, stroking him a few times.

“Fuck yes, Princess,” Changbin choked out, before lining himself up outside of your core. “I need to be inside you right now.”

“I need you inside me too, Professor,” you begged, moving your hips back and forth against his hard cock, wet squelching sounds ensuing as his cock rubbed through your slit. You threw your head back at the overwhelming sensation, moaning into his shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he pulled your face up and kissed you once. Then, screwing up his eyes, he slid his entire cock into you in one harsh thrust.

“O-oh shit!” you cried, eyes widening and hands coming to grab his broad shoulders. He filled you perfectly, his girth stretching you deliciously, that vein rubbing against your walls just right. “Fuck Professor, you feel so good inside me.”

“God, you feel heavenly Princess,” he croaked, his voice hoarse. “Can I move? Please, tell me I can move.”

“Please move, now,” you gasped, fingernails digging into his back. “Don't be gentle with me, Professor. I can take it.”

“Yeah? We’ll see about that, Angel.” Before you could say anything else, he pulled all the way out, leaving you feeling incredibly empty, before thrusting back in with all his strength. 

You squealed, fingers scrambling for purchase against him, as he pounded in and out of your tight, wet pussy over and over, filthy noises filling the classroom. 

You whimpered against his neck, pressing harsh kisses against him as he thrusted in and out, balls slapping your pussy as he went harder and faster. His cock slammed against the spongy part inside of you, causing you to cry out and clench around him.

“Ah shit, Princess, ease up a bit!” he grunted, nipping your neck as his hips stuttered against yours.

“Y-you just feel so good,” you sobbed. “Please fuck me harder, don’t stop, please, Professor.”

Changbin listened, continuing to hit that sensitive spot over and over again until you were a babbling mess, unable to say anything except “Professor”.

“Fuck baby, can you stand?” Changbin demanded into your ear.

“Y-yes Professor,” you breathed, and before you could stop him, he was carrying you over to the chalkboard, and setting you down, so your face was towards the board, ass presented to him.

“Well shit, don't you look like a treat,” he whispered, slapping your ass with a calloused hand, before trapping you between his arms once more, his mouth against your neck. 

You gasped at the stinging sensation of his hand against your skin, but it wasn't fully because of the pain. Him slapping you felt good. What did you have to do for him to do it again?

His fingers traveled between your legs again, feeling the dripping wetness that gathered there. You felt him smirk against you.

“Did my Princess like it when I spanked her? Does she like it when she gets punished?”

You nodded vigorously, closing your eyes. Was he going to think you were disgusting for liking something so violent? 

Changbin started chuckling, and you glanced back at him. Did he find this funny?

“I might have underestimated you, Sweetheart,” his hands traveled up to your breasts and squeezed, making you squeal. “I guess you were right. You’re more of a whore than I thought.”

“N-no Professor, I’m a good girl,” you gasped, rubbing your ass against him as you begged for him to hit you again. “I just need you so bad, please.”

“You want me to hit you again?” Changbin snickered. “Okay, I can hit you again. Anything for my princess.”

He stepped away from you, leaving your skin cold. You missed his hulking presence warming you, his huge arms caging your body. 

You watched with wide eyes as he stepped back to his desk and picked something up. What was he doing? He couldn’t leave you hanging like this.

But when you saw what he had in his hand, you knew he very much was not leaving you hanging. He was just getting started.

“A ruler?” you said softly, staring at the wood strip in his hand. Your core pulsed at the sight, causing more arousal to slide down your thigh. Fuck, you wanted it.

“You said you wanted to get slapped, didn’t you, Princess?” he challenged.

You nodded, trying to hide your desire. If Changbin saw how much you needed this, he might deny you.

“Yes, Professor,” you responded, not moving from your position at the chalkboard.

“Good, Angel,” he approached you with a satisfied grin on his face. “So, are you ready for your test?”

“Test?!” you squeaked. You hadn’t expected that. You’d hoped he would just slap you with the ruler a few times, then fuck you silly.

“You’re going to have a math test in a few weeks, aren’t you?” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want me to tutor you still?”

You nodded furiously. You would fail without him.

“Well, consider this our first session.” He came to stand behind you, running the ruler up and down your thigh a few times. 

You shivered despite yourself. You would do anything he wanted at this point.

“So, answer this problem, Princess. The axes of two right circular cylinders of radius A intersect at a right angle. Find the volume of the solid of intersection of the cylinders.”

You gasped at him, speechless. You had no idea what any of that meant. Solid of intersection? You were an English major, for god’s sake!

“I-I don’t know Professor!” you whispered, body quivering as you waited for his response.

Changbin tutted quietly, pacing back and forth behind you. You tried to watch him, but he kept going in and out of your line of sight.

“What a shame.” His voice was dangerously low. 

Suddenly, the ruler came slashing through the air, landing across the center of your ass. You let out a loud gasp, covering your mouth before you could curse or yell. 

“Chang- Professor, what the hell?” you exclaimed, whipping around to face him.

“Did that stir up any potential answers?” Changbin said smoothly, ignoring your protest. “Please turn back around, Angel. We're not done yet.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but you caught that steely look in his eyes, and obeyed. 

“Well?” he prompted. “Anything?”

“N-no, Professor,” you said meekly. “We haven’t learned anything half that difficult yet.”

This time, as the ruler made contact with your ass again, you were prepared. You bit your lip so hard it almost drew blood, but you had to admit, it felt… nice. The stinging sensation it left after the pain was gone was incredible. 

“Fine, if you can't come up with even a guess, how about this. What is the mathematical perception of the gradient said to be?”

You paused, thinking the question over. You knew Changbin had talked about this in a lesson at some point, but it had been a while ago…

“Is it tangent?” you said with a little smile. You knew the answer was wrong but… you also didn't mind.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” Changbin grinned, and the stinging pain of the ruler raced across your skin.

You let out a stifled moan, squeezing your eyes shut as hard as you could. Oh god, did Changbin hear that? He was going to think you were such a whore.

Changbin set the ruler down on his desk and slid a hand around your waist, breaths coming hard and fast against your neck. You whimpered softly, unable to look back at him. 

“I knew you liked that, you little Pain Slut,” he snarled into your ear, nipping the lobe. “You're my little Pain Slut, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, only yours!” you exclaimed. “P-please Professor, fuck me again.”

“Mm, you're just insatiable aren’t you?” he snickered, his hand coming down onto your ass cheek, sharp and hard. “Now say thank you, Professor.”

You cried out, your core soaking wet. “Th-thank you Professor!” You forced out through the blinding pleasure.

His hand came down on your other cheek. “Again.”

“Thank you, Professor!” you moaned, turning your face to him and pressing your lips against his. 

He didn't pull away, as the hand he used to spank you wound around your leg, lifting it up so your body was still facing the chalkboard, but your lips were attached to his. 

“I’m gonna fuck you like this now, Angel, down and dirty. I’ll bet you like it like this, don't you? Seducing your poor professor, and letting him have his way with you in his classroom. That's exactly what you wanted, wasn't it?”

“No, I didn't mean to seduce you,” you mumbled against his mouth, as he positioned his hard, heavy cock outside your entrance. “You're just so hot and smart, and I wanted you so bad. But you kept rejecting me so I gave up, remember?”

“How do I know that little boyfriend wasn't just part of your plan to get me to change my mind?” Changbin challenged, finally breaking the kiss. 

“Well, if it was, it worked, didn't it?” You teased him. “Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

Changbin growled deep in his throat, thrusting his hips slowly against you, running his cock through your wet folds. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to fuck you, Princess. Not sure you deserve it, with all the stunts you’ve pulled. And you didn't even get that easy math problem right.”

You giggled softly. “If I get it right, will you fuck me properly? Nice and rough?”

He paused, like he was pondering the question. “Sure, Angel. What’s the right answer?”

You turned around, pressing your lips against his ear gently. You watched in satisfaction as he shivered. Thank god he was holding your leg up, or you would be numb by now. “It’s the slope,” you whispered to him, lips curling in a smile. You knew you were right.

“Mm, you knew the right answer the whole time, didnt you, Slut?” Changbin shook his head at you, a hungry glint in his eyes. “But you were a good girl, listening to your Professor so well. So I guess you get a reward.”

“Yes please, Professor.” You immediately started begging at the prospect of his cock inside of you. “Please fuck me now.”

“It takes a lot of self control to stay away from you,” Changbin groaned. “Self control that I clearly do not have.” 

This time, he thrusted into you nice and slow, one inch at a time. You gasped loudly as he shoved you up against the chalkboard, still holding your leg up, as he began pounding in and out of you mercilessly. 

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me, Angel,” he hissed into your hair, breathing deeply as he did so. “So tight and wet, squeezing me perfectly. You hear that? This pussy is all mine.”

“Yes, it’s all yours,” you wailed, fucking your hips back against his, forcing his cock to impale you to the hilt. “You feel so good inside of me, Professor.”

“Mm, hell yeah I do baby.” His huge arm wrapped all the way around your waist, trapping you entirely as he hammered in and out, the lewd sounds of his length thrusting turning you on even more.

“Fuck, Professor please touch me!” you begged, grabbing his arm that was holding your leg up and sliding it towards your clit. 

“You’re such a greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he sneered, pressing rough kisses up and down your collarbone, sucking harsh bruises along your soft skin. “I can’t deny you though, can I?”

His fingers slid over your sensitive nerves and rubbed in rushed, frantic circles as his hips pounded against yours, causing the entire chalkboard to shake and rattle. 

“O-oh yes Professor just like that,” you panted, your legs nearly failing as he turned your entire body to jelly. 

“Don't give up on me now, Princess,” Changbin warned as he spun you around and picked you up, not removing his cock from your throbbing pussy. “You don’t cum until I do, you hear?”

“Of course, Professor,” you whimpered helplessly, the new position hitting spots inside of you you hadn’t known even existed. “Please go harder!”

“Just for you, baby,” Changbin ground out, and he started bouncing you up and down on his huge length.

The vein on his cock slid against your nerves addictively as you wrapped your shaking legs around his waist, clinging to his beefy arms desperately. Your core throbbed as you tried to be a good girl and hold your orgasm back, but it was coming.

“Please Professor, let me cum!” you pleaded, pressing kisses up and down his huge pecs, sobbing into his chest. “I’m so close, I’ve been so good!”

Changbin grunted against you as he bullied his cock deeper and deeper into your cunt, hitting your g-spot over and over while you pleaded incoherently to please, please let you cum.

“Shit, okay, cum for me baby,” he hissed.

You didn't need to be asked twice. Your hips shook against him so violently you thought you were going to pass out. Stars blinked in and out of your vision as you cried, “Professor, please!” once, your pussy clenching around his cock like a vice, as he pounded his cock infinitely faster. His fingers pressed against your clit, and you were done for. You exploded around him in a puddle of whimpers and moans, clutching onto him for dear life.

“Holy shit baby, you’re so fucking hot,” Changbin panted, squeezing his eyes shut, his thrusts becoming more jerky and unstable. “I’m so fuckin’ close, Princess, gonna cum inside that slutty little pussy of yours, yeah?”

“Oh fuck, please give me your cum Professor!” you begged, moving your hips in time with his. “Want you to breed me like the good girl I am!”

“Fuck Angel, you really want it?” Changbin hissed, his hips stuttering as his lips smashed up against yours again. “You wanna feel my hot cum inside you?”

“Yes Professor, please, I need it,” you breathed against his mouth, biting his bottom lip and sucking it into your mouth. 

Changbin thrusted sloppily in and out a few more times, his breaths stilted and hoarse, before halting entirely inside of you. You felt his warm cum fill your pussy, ropes and ropes of hot, sticky liquid, and you let out a shaky moan, closing your eyes at the sensation.

As he was about to put you down and pull out, you shook your head, gripping his arms.

“P-please, stay inside.” Your legs tightened around his waist. His softening cock felt so good, keeping his warm cum inside you. You didn’t want him to let go, not yet.

“You like me cockwarming you, Princess?” Changbin’s cock stiffened at your actions, and you nodded.

“You feel so good inside of me,” you sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I bet I do,” he said cockily, and you slapped his arm.

“Way to ruin the moment, Changbin,” you glared.

He laughed, finally letting go of you and setting you back on the ground. 

“I'm kidding, baby.” He pressed his lips against yours, much more tender this time. You melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. 

“I like the confidence.” You giggled against his lips, before breaking apart. “I should probably go. I've got another class in an hour, and I don’t want to walk in looking like this.”

“I wouldn't want that either,” Changbin observed. “You might get dress-coded. Or arrested.”

When you were both dressed and semi-cleaned up, you waved goodbye to Changbin.

Changbin waved back, a little smirk on that handsome face of his. 

“So, we on for another study session tonight?”

You smirked, biting your bottom lip before replying: “Yes, Professor.”

laska's note — wow, this one shot took me forever to finally finish! but i wanted it to be perfect you y'all, so i spent a long time figuring out the plot and exactly how i wanted everything to go. i really hope you enjoyed it, because i'm kinda proud of how this turned out. i'm sorry for the slow ass updates, but again it's just supposed to be for fun! hopefully i'll get some more content out soon. leave any comments about what you liked, i love reading them! until next time... 😏💋

imagine himbo changbin with an oral fixation:

he's constantly following you like a kicked puppy, hoping to get a little something more no matter how many times you seem to shove him away, citing work or school as a reason for him to stop distracting you. he's so desperate for pussy at some point he'll do anything to just have a taste, even if it means cornering you in a library or taking you home.

when he finally does get you alone, he's ravaging you like tomorrow doesn't exist. you can see his muscles flexed as his fingers dig into the dips of your hips as he goes down on you and he's licking up and down like a wild animal, moaning at the sensation of you clenching over nothing but his tongue.

he's basically going dumb once he gets a taste of the wetness around your entrance. he even moans at the sensation of your gripping his hair and tugging it gently, trying to bring him closer. when you orgasm, that'll be the first of many, considering how he laps at your juices and pulls orgasm after orgasm from you, not even giving you a moment to breath because he's so far gone.

hell, he enjoys it even more when you try to push him off when he's gone, because he'll just take that as a sign to get closer, sucking your clit while basically fingering you open to take his dick. he loves to call you his aphrodite as he continually brings you to your high, ignoring the tightness of the confines of his sweats in favor of simply burying himself in your sweet cunt.

he's relentless, and there's a lot of reasons so many girls come back after one night to beg him for more, but it's good thing he only has eyes for you.

“we shouldn’t…”

forbidden love with skz (hyung line)

warnings: smut (mdni! especially changbin’s part whoo 😮‍💨 my inner beefcake binnie thirst popped out), toxicity—lots of it, cheating, angst, mutual pinning, not proofread

maknae line version

Chan (best friend’s brother)

You couldn’t help but get a little excited every time you came over to your best friend’s house

Of course you loved hanging out with her, but the reason you put in a extra effort into choosing your outfit and putting on some more makeup than usual was to get the attention of her brother

He was older, more mature, and so hot

Did I mention he’s HOT? Boy’s muscles would bulge every time he picked up something heavy so you always found an excuse to ask him for help carrying things

And even though he possessed such a sinful body, his smile was just the sweetest

When you were younger, you’d rush to show him your accomplishments, whether it be a good grade or award you earned in school, and he’d reward you with an endearing smile and ruffle up your hair

Even though his touch was that of a proud older brother, it still gave you butterflies, and you didn’t even bother fixing your hair after he ran his hand through it

You felt like your crush was kinda hopeless though, he always associated you with his younger sister so you doubted that he could ever see you as anything more

But that was until you left for a few years to go to Uni, and came back more mature and grown up

You came home to visit your friend one summer, it had been so long since you last hung out

Chan came downstairs to grab something when you locked eyes

He froze for a moment, blinking a few times before the realization hit him that it was you

You, his little sister’s adorable best friend, he always had affection for you, but in a brotherly way

So then why is he having very UNBROTHERLY impulses after seeing you again?

You were taller now, your features had developed, and there was an air of confidence that radiated from you

He was drawn to you, in a different way than before

He wanted to kick his sister out of the house so he could sit down and talk with you one-on-one, get to know you better and ask about what you’ve been up to since you left

His eyes wandered momentarily down to your body

Oof big mistake. He should not have done that

You had grown up alright. And now he’s fighting his inner thoughts, his image of you as a little sister completely in shambles

What is wrong with him?? You can’t be attracted to your younger sister, that’s messed up

But you’re not ACTUALLY his younger sister, so it’s okay to feel this way, right?

Anyways he quickly greets you and retreats back to his room

Hours pass by and it’s past midnight, you must be gone by now. Chan goes into the hallway to head to the bathroom

And guess who he runs into on the way

It’s you, in an oversized T-shirt, clearly not wearing a bra underneath (not that he noticed)

“Oh, y/n, didn’t know you were staying the night.”

“Your sister and I have plans in the morning, so we figured it’d be better if I slept over.”

“I see, well, it’s nice seeing you again.”

God why was this so awkward? You two had known each other for years, why was it so hard to talk now?

“It’s nice seeing you again too.” You smile to yourself. Even a few years away hadn’t changed your undeniable crush on him.

“I should probably let you go back to sleep now.” Chan turned to go back to his room.

“Wait!” Huh?? What possessed you to stop him? Probably you wanting to spend some time with him again. You had been wanting to see him so badly all day but hadn’t gotten the chance since you’d been catching up with your best friend instead.

He looks at you, a bit confused

“Your sister’s sleeping but I’m not that tired yet…also I’ve been wanting to catch up with you too!”

Before you know it, you’re sitting on Chan’s bed, chatting endlessly about what’s been going on in your lives lately

You’ve never had a conversation this long with him, and for the first time it feels like you’re speaking like equals rather than like his younger sibling

One thing is still the same though, and that’s your uncontrollable heartbeat when you’re around him

You swear he’s nervous too, he keeps stealing glances at you but quickly looking away whenever you lock eyes

Then there was a pause in the conversation, silence filled the room while you just looked at each other, unsure of what to say

In a split second, his lips were on yours, and you give in immediately

There’s no time to think, you just swing your arms around his neck and kiss him back, savoring every moment because you had dreamed of this for so long

You feel his weight push you onto your back, and he’s towering over you, breathing hard

“Chan, we shouldn’t—“

“I think we should.” His eyes were honest and staring straight into yours.

“So…do we tell her?”

“We can worry about that in the morning.” He pulls you in for another kiss.

Minho (best friend’s boyfriend)

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet Minho, my boyfriend!”

Your best friend had been raving about this new boy she’s seeing, and now that they’re official, you finally get to meet him

And damn, he was worth the hype all along because the boy is FINE

He smirks and gives you a wink as you shake his hand and it turns your stomach into mush

You never trust men who look good while winking—it’s a fact that they’re up to no good, but you give him a pass because he just looks so goddamn fine doing it

So you decide to ignore the wink, but now why is he staring at you during the whole dinner?

This guy has no concept of boundaries, clearly, because you also feel his foot tapping your legs under the table a few times

Whatever, he’s your best friend’s new man so you might as well get used to it

But are you just imagining things, or does it seem like every time you’re all together, Minho finds an excuse to be close to you?

During movie night, he chooses to sit on the floor next to you, rather than with his girlfriend on the couch

His excuse was that it was too crowded on the couch (it wasn’t)

And then his hand must’ve grazed over yours 20 times while reaching for the popcorn

It sent electricity through your body every time but nonono this isn’t because you like him, you’re just merely attracted to him and there’s nothing wrong with that.

Until you actually did start liking him

You didn’t mean to, but your sense of humor just fits so well with his

He’d tease and lightly bully your best friend, but she hated it and always sulk at him when he did, causing him to dial down his jokes and apologize

But with you, he could let loose and tease you as much as he wanted, because you’d hit him right back with the taunts and he loved it

Finally, someone who actually gets it. That’s why he enjoyed being around you so much

Well, that and the fact that he thinks you’re smoking hot

He almost regretted getting into a relationship so soon after he got introduced to you

Wow, if his ideal type became a real person, it’d have to be you. He was instantly hooked

He felt bad at first, fantasizing about you instead of his girlfriend who he’s supposed to be infatuated with

But how could he not when all she does is complain about his ‘childish’ behavior while you play along with his schemes without question

You were FUN

He wishes his girlfriend would take up some of your qualities and lighten up a little

He tried to ignore his attraction to you, he really did. He wanted to be a good boyfriend, he really did.

But with his gf leaving the party early, and one too many drinks in his system—his judgement was not at its best right now

Not to mention you were reciprocating all of his flirting, giggling and gazing at him with the same lustful eyes that he currently had as he takes your hand to ‘show you something’ in his bedroom

With your back to the door, a simple bite of your lips was all it took for him to throw away any inhibitions he had before, all of his morals were tossed to the side because he had to have you, now.

In a rush, both of your clothes were on the floor, lips were locked, and hands were touching all over, everywhere

You break the kiss when the guilt set in over what what you were committing against your friend. “Minho, what are we doing? We shouldn’t be here right now.”

With glazed eyes, he looked back at you. “Yeah, we shouldn’t..” but went straight back to kissing you.

And you shut your mouth and kissed him back

You’d have to think about what conversations needed to be had with your friend later, because right now, this felt too amazing

Changbin (ex boyfriend)

Once upon a time you thought you’d end up marrying Changbin

You were high school sweethearts, he was your first love and you’d never felt so head over heels about a guy before

Things were great until jealousy got in the way

You were both known to be stubborn, never one to admit your faults and rather than talking things out, you’d just one-up each other in a petty battle to see who could make the other more jealous and who could care less

Eventually the relationship reached its end, and it was for the best

You both had hurt each other too much and the relationship was too far past saving

It was okay though, you were just too immature at the time to be together, but you still wished him all the best

You even stayed as friends, chatting once in a while and occasionally grabbing a meal together

Because even though you didn’t work out romantically, you still had fun together and he always knew how to make you laugh

Yeah, things are better this way. Now that you weren’t committed to each other, you could have a healthier, supportive relationship, right?

At least, that’s what you though when you mindlessly mentioned that you were seeing a new guy recently, and that you had a date set up this week

Suddenly the mood changed, something in Changbin shifted

He was happy and smiley just a second ago, but now, now he was pissed

Okay you weren’t together anymore but does that mean another guy can just come swooping in? fuck no.

You were his first, you are still his, at least in his mind

And if he can’t have you, no one can. Especially not some pathetic stranger who hit on you at the library. Who even does that?

He’d take out his frustrations somehow though

And that somehow was usually in the form of fucking your brains out

Oh yea, did I mention you guys are still sleeping together?

Well how could you not? The man is built for fucking you silly, his strong arms tossing you around like a goddam rag doll, doing whatever he wanted to your body, and you absolutely loved it

It was the only time you guys would stop arguing so naturally it was your favorite time together with him

And somehow whatever argument you were having before was magically erased from your minds after a long night of banging

Now though, there was nothing to argue about, you weren’t in a relationship anymore, you didn’t owe each other anything

So why did it feel like he was angry with you?

Tonight he was being extra rough—not that you didn’t like it—but you know this only happens when he’s upset at you

Changbin couldn’t help it. The thought of another man holding even an ounce of your affections enraged him.

Then the realization dawned on him that some other guy will get to have you one day, and will eventually get to see you like this, bare and naked in front of him and he was livid

“You’re a slut for my dick only, right baby?” “No one gets to touch this pussy but me.”

Even though he was saying things that crossed the line of your friendship, you were too much of a fucked-out mess to think straight, so all you could do was nod your head in submission

“Good” planting a soft kiss on your forehead as he continued his ravage on your body

After everything was said and done, you didn’t talk about what had happened, how Changbin had clearly let his jealousy overtake him even though you weren’t even together anymore

It was a sign that you probably should stop sleeping together before things got messy again, so you start the conversation “Binnie, I think we shouldn’t—”

But he clears his throat, interrupting you before you could finish.

“Have fun on your date. See you the same time next week?” He smiled but there was an aura of spite behind his words, like he was daring you to find a guy better than him

You scoff at his overconfidence. “Thanks, I will.”

And so the games begin again

Hyunjin (ex’s best friend)

Man, you hated your ex.

Somehow, you had stayed with him for 5 long years and endured all the arguments, disrespect and immaturity. But discovering him cheating on you was the last straw.

Why did you even stay for so long? Maybe it was because he was the only love you ever knew.

You managed to put up with him for the 5 years due to your hopeless romantic delusions and also because of your many therapy session rants to his best friend, Hyunjin.

If there was anything positive you gained from this relationship, it was finding a close friend and confidant in Hyunjin

He and your ex had grown up together, and while your ex was more impulsive and reckless, Hyunjin balanced him out by being calm and levelheaded—keeping him out of a lot of bad situations

Hyunjin was patient and caring, everything that your ex lacked, and he even helped comfort you during times of rage and despair

He became your go-to person whenever you were going through something with your ex (because everyone else in your life was sick of hearing about your relationship problems)

He was the one you’d run to at 4 in the morning when your ex came home drunk and decided to pick a fight with you, because you knew Hyunjin would take you in with open arms and would never judge you

Eventually the two of you became quite close, even hanging out together without your ex there because frankly, you enjoyed spending time with Hyunjin more

Was it wrong to be this close to your boyfriend’s best friend? He’s your friend too! And the fact that he was close to the both of you makes it okay, right?

It’s probably not wrong to be close friends with Hyunjin, but it definitely is wrong to have a crush on him

But how could you not? The man has the looks and personality of an angel, you swear he was sent from heaven

Besides, he would never return your feelings or do anything to betray his best friend anyways

So yeah, you had a crush but it was harmless

And that’s exactly what Hyunjin told himself too

Because he also had a crush on you, but nothing would ever come of it so it was harmless

All the times you’d come to him in tears because of something stupid his friend had said to you, he relished the feeling of getting to hold you in his arms until you calmed down

Yeah, his heart beats out of his chest when you’re this close to him and he wishes he could do more, but he was just being a good friend to you so it was harmless

Hyunjin thought you were so pretty

Sososo pretty, especially when you smile

It was a shame that he mostly sees you when you’re crying, all because of his idiot best friend

Honestly, he was starting to grow resentment towards his friend because of it

Sure, they’ve been friends since they were babies, they’ve grown up together and been through so much, but unlike Hyunjin, his friend refused to grow up

And now you had to suffer the consequences of his immaturity and it wasn’t fair. Hyunjin was pissed

But he didn’t want to insert himself in your relationship and overstep his boundaries, so he settled for just being there when you needed him

He wished you’d need him more, like he needed you

But no—he’s just your good friend and he should stop indulging in these desires

It could never happen anyways

Or so he thought until the day you came knocking at his door like you always do, face in tears

But this time it wasn’t just another petty argument, this time it was serious—it was over

Your boyfriend had cheated on you, and Hyunjin never felt so disappointed and disgusted in his friend before

He’d make sure to tell him off once he saw him again, to let him know how much of an asshole he was for hurting you like this and how he never really even deserved you

Hyunjin was enraged, but then he saw how miserable and heartbroken you looked, and he instantly scooped you into his arms and whispered reassuring words to you

Seeing you like this broke his heart too, he only wanted to see you smile

And then the idea popped into his head that maybe…maybeeee this means he has a chance now?

Was it selfish for him to be happy about your breakup? But he knew for a fact he could treat you so much better, like you deserved

“Why do I fall for the wrong guys?” You sniffle against his chest

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places…The right guy could be right in front of you.”

You look up at him in surprise

“But we…we shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t we?”

He leans down to kiss you and everything feels right

It feels like you should’ve been kissing him all along, and now you plan on making up for all that lost time

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i recently found your blog & love your works. could i request a changbin x reader, where reader is oblivious to someone flirting with her & binnie gets jealous.

LOCK YOU UP; SEO CHANGBIN

pairings. boyfriend!changbin x fem!reader

wc. 578

warnings. unprotected sex, breeding kink, doggystyle

authors note. you didn't specify if you wanted smut , so i just assumed.

i hope you like it !

changbin sometimes wishes he could just lock you up in the house to avoid situations like this.

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changbin couldn't be mad at you , you truly were a treasure ... but lord , you couldn't read the signs for the life of you.

the guy was clearly trying to flirt with you , offering to buy you a drink , changbin could see it in his eyes , the way he looked at you , changbin wanted to clear this entire club out and teach this man some manners.

"can i buy you another drink ?"

changbin had enough, walking up behind you. you turned around , with that cute smile , completely unaware that changbin was about to punch the dude in front of you both.

" baby , no more drinks , you know you can't handle too much alcohol." he took the drink out of the guys hand , drinking it , his face shifting into disgust.

"baby you don't need to drink this type of alcohol anyway , it's cheep. if you try to impress someone at least buy them a good glass of alcohol." he glared at the guy , only to switch to a deceitful smile when you turned to him.

"i..it was nice to meet you." you boy got the hint very quickly, scurrying off. "why'd he leave so soon? he said he was was for someone?" he scoffed.

"what?"

"he was talking about you , he was waiting for you to give him your number , baby he was flirting with you." your mouth hung open.

"oh , i didn't even know." he rolled his eyes. "you never do , baby that's the point , you never notice when they flirt with you. " he pouted.

"binnie don't be jealous , i didn't know, besides he wasn't that cute , and i have you." you stood up , kissing his pouted lips.

"i just wished sometimes i could lock you in the house so we can avoid situations like this." he dipped down , kissing your shoulder blade , smirking when you let out a little gasp.

—

"oh fuck! binnie , please." that's how you ended up ass , face smushed against the pillows as your boyfriend plowed his hard cock into you.

"look at you princess , so cute like this , all braindead , nothing left in that head of yours." his hips snapped against yours.

"such a pretty girl , it makes binnie mad when other guys flirt with you." he got closer to your ear. "i..im sorry , i.. i didn't know- fuck!" he gave you one thrust that made you scream in pleasure. "i didn't know i swear !"

"i know baby , my cute dumb baby , it's okay , i believe you." his soft tone did not match the way he fucked into your messy cunt for the third time that night.

"i'm gonna make sure everyone knows you're mine , fucking make you take my loads in your pretty pussy." his lewd words and tone had you clenched around him hard.

"oh fuck! — baby you're clenching down hard on me , do you like that? want me to breed you , treat you like my personal cumdump."

you were a mess , only able to babble a mixture of please's and his name. "baby i asked you a question." he grabbed your face. "y...yes."

he pulled out , smirking when you whined at the loss of feeling full. "if i'm gonna fuck you full of my cum , baby im gonna do it the right way." he flipped you onto your back, his hard cock pressed against your puffy cunt. "take my cock." he slid back into you , you sighed , feeling full again.

"that's it , take my cum like a good girl."

©️LUVYENI

seo changbin who has to cover his mouth when you give him head in the changing rooms. he’s practically crying, whiny moans slipping past his fingers, head lolling back in utter bliss.

funny enough, he wanted this, invited- no, dared you to do this. and now he’s the man that’s staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, skin flushed while hot puffs of air slipping past pink, parted lips.

“good?” your soft mumble licking up his shaft has a low moan rumbling from his heaving chest.

you look like an angel and fuck— you are an angel, his angel, whose sweet eyes are blinking up at him despite his dick being halfway down your throat.

nonetheless, his hips helplessly twitch, having to bite down on his hand in hopes of muting the pathetic noise he made — turning out to be an equally pathetic fail.

essence overflowing in hot, thick spurts, the downright hungry gaze you’re fixing him with tells him you’re certainly not finished.

“mmm my pretty girl, make sure you don’t waste any, okay darlin’?” he hums, hand on your chin, thumb stuffing his cum between your swollen lips.

outside, some people may wonder what’s going on as you tug your panties to the side and sink right where you need him most, but the knowing eye-roll from his members says otherwise.

SCREAMING ITS 7AM OMG girly I could talk about changbin ALL DAY AND NIGHT 😫

Please like the lowkey "moving in" to your apartment thing akfhsisueh and him in his PJS AAAH WHYS THAT SO CUTE

And the sexual tension! God it'd be so high! Changbin just exudes sexual tension and I love it so fucking much! 10/10 would be the BIGGEST tease 😭 imagine you walking in on him in the shower and he's like "ya if you wanted to look you could've asked" WITH THAT FKN SMIRK HE DOES or if you're showering he would totally try and sneak a peak.

GOD THE JEALOUSY SEX ugh you're reading my mind 😍 would give you so so so many orgasms, always with the "you can give me another yeah" followed by a sweet kiss to your lips as he pushes his cock back into as you arch your back for the umpteenth time that night 😫

Okay okay but imagine this: you finally FINALLY had a break from him for a night to yourself, but the sexual tension lately had just been getting to you too much you just really needed to take care of yourself. So you set yourself up for a night of pleasure, wearing one of his shirts he just happened to leave behind, legs spread in bed on the pile of plushies he so greatfully bought for you (thanks for this thought 😵‍💫) you lie back and relax and just think of him...changbin...(I can't write smut to save my life buttt) your touching yourself to the thought of him, hands between your legs, moaning so loud you didn't hear the door open and close, hands on your boobs as you pinch your nipples and whimper, wishing it was his hands, so lost in the feeling you don't see the figure of your best friend hiding behind your bedroom door as you left it slightly ajar, who needs to close it anyway when you're home alone, it's not like you planned to have your best friend come over and surprise you with your favourite snacks and a movie? But what's he to do now? He's locked onto the hands that disappear in your pussy, salivating at the sight, should he leave? Should he stay? He's frozen in place. All he wants to do is have a taste, come crawling between your legs as you whimper for him to help, "hurts binnie...need you" your fingers tangle in his hair, back so far off the bed and he locks a fat stripe from your whole to your aching clit and makes out with it. He's so hard for you it hurts straining against his sweats. He's shaken out of his thoughts when he hears you, YOU, moaning HIS name....

Muahahah you're welcome bestie ily 💖🫶

THE SMIRK!!! THE FUCKING SMIRK!!!! Or that lip bite he does!!!!!!!!! He’d SO weaponize it against you to make you weak for him 😭😭 ALSO CATCHING YOU MASTURBATING TO HIM???? BESTIE….. he’d go INSANE. He would stand in the doorway for a hot MINUTE just watching you and taking in every inch of you thinking the dirtiest fucking thoughts before he hears you moaning HIS NAME?? and he’s instantly hard. Like ROCK hard. No going back now, mans is busting into your room and you don’t even notice until he starts with the stupid giggling. Instantly you’re like WHAT THE FUCK CHANGBIN…. And he’s all “no, no, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, please continue” and you’re reluctant and he can fucking see it so he chimes in with “what, now you’re gonna get all shy on me? You need some help with that?” And you want to say no bc you’re caught in the most awkward moment of your life but you’re also fucking aching for him, literally minutes away from your release when he interrupts you and you don’t give a fuck what it’s going to change between you two so you have to ask him all shyly “maybe just your hands…?” And he wastes NO time getting all over you, ripping off your panties to stick a finger in and work you while he whispers the filthiest things in your ear “could’ve just asked if you wanted me to fuck you. How long have you been here like this? And you haven’t finished yet? You poor thing, I’ll help you, yeah? Only you’re going to give me more than one- you’re gonna let me satisfy you as long as I want.” And you can’t protest because he’s already knuckles deep in your sopping cunt rubbing your clit with his thumb and coaxing your first orgasm out of you…. Which obviously turns into multiple within the same hour of each other, you writhing under his muscular grasp of you as he licks you clean. And the neighbors can definitely hear the whimpered moans through your thin apartment walls but Changbin doesn’t care when you express your concern “let them listen, want them to know how good I fuck you. They had to listen to you fake it for so many shitty men, let them hear what a real man does for you baby.” And veryyyy quickly turns into an arrangement where you’re discovering the filthiest, nastiest things about yourself- you can squirt, you like handcuffs when he’s got your hands behind your back, you like temperature play and tasting yourself… the list goes on 🫠 and he’s right about the whole thing, you really haven’t had a real sexual partner until him! You guys go out together and he shoots you that smirk and it takes nothing for your panties to be soaked again before you’re leaving the event early with him and getting fucked in the backseat of his car. The Changbin effect……. 😵‍💫🫶

🏷️ f!reader, exes, hate sex, unprotected sex, jealousy

“not here,” you object, gripping the kitchen counter and arching your back to make sure he’s hitting the right spot. “anyone could walk in on us.”

“it’s a little too late for that now.” changbin’s fingers grope and squeeze your tits roughly. “you act like you can’t stand me but here you are, all sloppy and wet for me. how embarrassing.”

“save me the sweet talk, sugar,” you bite back. “you’ll need it for what’s-her-name, that blonde girl? the one you’ve been chasing all night like a sad puppy. it’s pathetic how pussywhipped you are.”

“you're jealous.” 

“don’t flatter yourself.” you roll your eyes at his smug tone. you used to like the confidence with which he carries himself. now you can’t stand seeing his cocky smile. 

“besides, i’m the one you’re balls deep inside of.” 

the words come out more breathless than you’d like, courtesy of his thick girth. you fucking hate how good his cock feels. even after all this time. especially after all this time. 

changbin chuckles and looks down at where his hips smack against your ass with every stroke. “you might be a bitch, but i’ll never tire of this sight.” 

it’d only taken two hours of shooting daggers at each other before he’d bend you over felix’s brownie mix. faint voices drift down the hall and you realize sooner or later someone will notice the two of you are missing. 

it won’t be difficult to do the math.

“just get this over with and make me cum. if you can.”

changbin’s hands tighten their grip on your hips. bingo. he may not care about whether or not you’re finishing tonight but he cares about his reputation. 

“not too keen on our friends finding out you’re creaming my cock like a desperate little slut?” 

the man’s perceptive, you’ll give him that. but despite his words his right hand finds its way down to your clit, fingers circling the sensitive bud. 

“don’t act like you’re any better,” you counter weakly. his skillful motions make it impossible to think straight. “bet just the thought of me still gets you hard every night.” 

his lack of response is enough of an answer to you. it fills you with a twisted kind of satisfaction. you’re not sure why you care in the first place; you were the one to end your relationship, yet you can’t seem to stay away from him. 

as your bodies fall into a familiar rhythm sharp words are replaced by barely restrained moans and whimpers. when you close your eyes you can almost pretend it’s like the old days, before jealousy and anger turned things sour. 

you’re pushing back to meet every thrust and changbin must realize you’re close because he brings his hand up to cover your mouth. it’s a clear sign for you to let go, so you do, trying not to think of the fact you’re falling apart at your ex’s doing. 

there’ll be enough time for regret later. 

so you focus on the delicious drag of his cock between your walls and on his fingers rubbing your clit more gently now you’re on the edge of overstimulation. changbin knows your body like no one else and you wonder if you’ll ever find something like this again.

this is why you keep coming back to him. he’s ruined you for all others. 

changbin’s hips falter when he feels you clench around him and he has to use both hands on your waist to steady himself. “where?” he asks, voice colored with desperation. 

you appreciate despite everything there’s still some courtesy left in him. 

“anywhere but inside.”

you don’t care about the mess. no, you’re scared of how much you want it. how you wish he’d fill you up, claim you, fuck his cum into you until you’re filled to the brim and it leaks down your thighs. 

when he pulls out to jerk himself to completion it leaves you aching and empty. your spent hole clenches around nothing when he comes with a low groan, spurts of hot cum landing in his own fist. 

you pull your pants up and turn around, scrambling to gather what’s left of your dignity. his hair sticks to his glossy forehead and you brush some of it away before you can stop yourself. there’s not enough space between the two of you; his broad chest almost touches yours and you can feel the heat radiating off his body. it’s suffocating, and suddenly you’re too tired for mockery and cutting remarks. or worse: anything resembling tenderness, like the way he’s looking at you right now. 

quickly, you grab a plate with brownies and slip past him without a word.

The Pompous Laywer

Pairing: Changbin x afab!reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers

Word count: 12.3k (jesus i know i always say i get carried away but this is the worst one to date)

Warning: 18+ fic, swearing, mentions of police and law, kissing, fingering, mentions of behind, breasts and nipples, penetration, mentions of erections, precum, switch (?) both people, no huge dynamics of any type, semi-public sex

Note: hey !!! I have binge watched the tv show The rookie and I'm obsseseed with it so I based this fic loosely off two of the characters on thw show. I will put a link here of the vibes of these chracters so you can get an idea of the vibe I was going for (here) and (here) . No visual inspo today it got deleted :(

Taglist: @seo--changbin @j-0ne25 @cb97whoree @kpopsstuffs

Summary: Tension was at an all time high between you, the very capable and well established police officer, and the arrogant, smug lawyer who was always in your way. That was, until he actually needed you for a favour, out of the precinct, and on his office.

It was a breezy day at police headquarters for the team. The holidays were over, meaning that crime rate was low, and mainly because today was an admin day for you; your least favorite. Stacks on top of stacks of finishing reports, filing said reports, making sure that it is impeccable shape. The last time you accidentally filed a case on August 21 instead of August 20, the captain gave it to you for days. 

****

That was years ago, during your rookie days. Now being a training officer, things were more fun. It was also easy to pick on the rookies that were assigned to you, feeling partly vindicated for what you had to experience during your own early days. However, without sounding too cliche, it also allowed them to become the best cops they could be, and it was fun to become friends with them, have them become your fellow colleagues and knowing that if you were in any high risk situation, they would have the training and rationality to have your back and do what is necessary.

***

Your eyes boggled as you sat at your desk, immediately noticing the way your fellow police officer, and best friend, Felix avoided eye contact when chucking the thick mound of paper onto the edge of your desk. The Sergeant was already out and about, checking and maintaining his authority by checking who was working and who was not. Sergeant Bang was not surprised to see you doing other things than what you were supposed to be doing; it was very obvious when you were staring at the large analog clock that was plastered on the wall, facing the opposite direction of your desk.

“How’s the paperwork going?”

“Pff,” you huffed, falling face first into the humongous pile, “Sergeant Bang, it’s a lot but I’ll get it done.”

“Good work y/n, I need at least half done by the end of the day, you need to take Hyunjin out on the street today, and you need to follow up on a house disturbance that occurred yesterday.”

“Yes sir.”

Your designated rookie, Hyunjin, was walking over to your desk, a large smile greeting his face as he took his seat next to you.

“Good morning Y/n, how are you today?”

“Can you not see the stack here? Get to work rookie, we need half of this done at midday so we can head back to that house we visited yesterday.”

“Got it,” Hyunjin replied, still smiling as he enthusiastically grabbed a quarter and clicked his pen, getting straight to it. You were lucky this year, taking on one of the rookies that was keen to listen, but also didn’t take it to heart when you criticized or made jokes. Most rookies understood that it was part of the process to earn your extra stripes.

Midday could not come fast enough. You were drowning in paperwork, and a coffee was definitely something you needed if your brain was not going to shut down. A large yawn fell from your lips as you rose from your chair, sluggishly making your way to the break room. The coffee pot had just been boiled, thank god, simply needing to just pour it in. Your arms moved slowly, sluggish movements following before a single drop touched your lips. Oh the feeling of sweet relief as the warm liquid ran down your throat, giving you enough energy to get back to your desk and into the swing of paperwork.

The pile descended bit by bit, but when the clock struck midday, a jolt of electricity sparked through your body as you nudged Hyunjin to get the tactical gear and prepare the shop. Felix was standing next to you, waiting for his own rookie to complete the same action.

“How is Hyunjin going?”

“Yeah good, kinda felt bad that he got stuck with my paperwork.”

A smirk came to Felix’s face, a playful punch coming into contact with your shoulder after.

“You made him do most of your own admin work? Damn, your harsh T.O y/l/n.”

A giggle came after Felix’s gentle criticism, “work hard play hard right? Got much on in the afternoon?”

“Not really, but we are only doing street patrol for a couple of hours today. Mr. Douchebag is coming in because I booked one of his clients yesterday.”

Fuck. When Felix said Mr. Douchebag, you knew exactly who he was talking about. Seo Changbin, the most scumbag defense attorney's known to mankind. Acted like he owned the place whenever he came into the precinct, treated sargents, captains, and police officers with little to zero respect. It’s people like him in the legal system that you simply did not want to make time for.

“For fucks sake,” you mumbled, “when is here not the fucking here?”

“Unfortunately,” Felix paused, covering his mouth to prevent anyone from hearing you gossip on the job, “and I hate to give him credit, but he somehow manages to represent every person in here, and most of them seem to get off. He’s trying to get me for unlawful captivity on the drug dealer we busted yesterday.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed, “of course he is. He-,”

Before you could continue, a sudden bubble of anger traveled across your fibers as you saw him walk into the precinct. Suited up, completely, that fucking brown leather briefcase he always carried. God. Even the way he held his chin up, facial expression showing nothing but arrogance because he knew that as soon as he saw you or Felix, he was going to be relentless. 

“God he’s such a douchebag.”

“Listen Y/n, I actually hate him, you on the other hand,” Felix paused, giving you an unimpressed look, “Try not to get your panties in a twist.”

“Dude,” you hit him, face heating up from his rather honest remark.

The two of you had a history. From the multiple times he got his clients to remain silent, released on bail when they should not have been. Having to testify as the officer on scene and he would do everything in his power to tear you down, make you look incompetent. Changbin was a menace, and if it was anybody else you would admire how smart and hard working someone like that was. But to do that, let’s just say you would rather get hit by a bus like Regina George. He always, for some reason that baffled you to try and work out, was always obsessed with proving you wrong. Felix’s ‘wrongdoings’ were ones he liked to point out too, but yours were tenfold. It’s like he thought that you should be fired not everytime you apparently did something against the law, but more specifically when it was something he didn’t like. Something that went against his own personal morals, and that’s what irritated you the most. The pompous lawyer only did what aligned with his morals and values, which to any normal person, would be the opposite of most. Every word that came out of his mouth gave you a headache.

But god, was he hot. There was always a tension, the strength of it based on how fiery the disagreements became,  that filled the room whenever a conversation (if you were putting your interactions nicely) was sparked between the two of you. It was easy for all the officers to see, and the amount of shit you copped for it was an understatement. Especially since you worked in a job where everyone’s observational skills were of high standard. Nonetheless, you would never let anything get in the way of your job, and that meant never mixing business with pleasure. I mean, not that you wanted to, because as soon as he opened his mouth, any feasible positive thought of attraction or whatever it was that made you feel drawn for him for a second flew out the window.

It didn’t take long for him to identify the two of you, a sly smile covering his lips as he strode over, expensive dress shoes, ones that he bought by most likely overcharging his clients ten fold to support his wannabe lavish lifestyle, clicked across the concrete floor and as soon as he was standing in front of you, his eyes gazed down then slowly back up, making sure to up his sleaziness by checking you out. If punching someone in the face wasn’t illegal, Seo Changbin would be knocked out cold.

“Officers.”

The two of you refused to look in the eye, the pompous lawyer very much undeserving of your respect, let alone your attention. He chuckled when he noticed, readjusting his suit in an attempt to gain control over whatever this interaction was.

“Long time no see,” you replied with the fakest smile, gritting your teeth in resistance.

“How fortunate,” he fake pouted, completely matching your energy, “I’m not here for you today, I’m here for him.”

Felix crossed his arms and stood strong to keep his high standard of authority with Changbin.

“My client hasn’t said a word in 48 hours, so you need to let him go.”

Your best friend rolled his eyes as he said nothing, allowing him to walk passed as headed over to the investigation room. You could tell straight away that Felix was flat, another defeat he had experienced at the hands of this ruthless, douchebag, absolutely cock of a lawyer. It got under your skin even more each time. Nonetheless, maintaining a high standard of professionalism meant having the communication skills required to result in efficient or necessary outcomes. You placed a hand on Felix’s gripped wrist, opening it up and hoping he would take a deep breath.

“Felix come on,” you whispered, easily able to feel the lawyer's eyes burning into the side of your head, “we’ll get him next time.”

He shrugged you off, heading back to his desk and engrossing himself in paperwork. You knew not to take it personally, seeing as his frustration wasn’t with you, but rather with how Changbin always seemed to have the upper hand on the two of you. 

**

Hyunjin was taking an awfully long time, especially since Changbin has already left the interrogation room, making a v line straight for you again. His stance was still cocky as hell, hanging up his phone call with the perfect timing so he could stand right in your face. His hair was parted on the side, bangs slicked back, exposing his forehead. His shoulders were wider than usual, arms bulging out of the jacket as his smirk sent a shiver down your spine. Fuck. 

You were lying if you said that he wasn’t attractive, objectively speaking of course. He always had some kind of smoothness about him, even if it was arrogant, on some days, maybe when you were feeling vulnerable or frustrated, he was always something to look at. Wearing clothes that were way too tight was clearly a staple, but it’s not like you were complaining. If anything, the cocky persona, sometimes, was a little arousing. But then as soon as he opened his mouth, all of that perceived charisma and attraction disappeared.

“God it feels good getting them out unscathed.”

“Find somewhere else to gloat Changbin,” you scoffed, eyes fixated in the way his tie arched across his chest, “I’m not the person who made the arrest.”

“Oh I know, it makes me sad,” he fake pouted once more, “I kind of wish you were the arresting officer, could have spent more time working together.”

There was a slight pang in your chest at his words. You knew that he was joking, his sarcasm was impossible to not notice. He took a step even closer, now in your personal space. He raked another peek up and down, another god evil smirk plastering his lips. His look definitely did not go unnoticed. You took no pleasure in cowering away from him, standing strong and face tough because you knew better than to give him any benefit of the doubt that he would turn around and treat you with any kind of decency.

“Yeah well I’m not and you should know better than to interact with me if there aren’t any pressing cases or charges that I am involved in.”

“Yeah I know, which is why I am talking to you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, mind scrambling as you had quite literally no idea what on earth he could be talking about. There were no open cases of yours right now, and even if they were, it had been passed onto detectives as the severity of the cases were too much for an officer. 

“Yeah, you know your T.O? How he was arrested for drug trafficking in front of the whole office last month? Yeah, well it turns out he asked me to defend him.”

The case sent you into a frenzy. Your T.O was the backbone on how you became the cop you were today. They got you through the trials and tribulations. Seeing a lot of gruesome things on the job was hard to conceptualize at first, but they were the first to comfort and assure you that things would be okay. When it was announced, 3 days before public knowledge, it broke your heart. Made you question everything that you thought you knew about policing. Therefore, for Changbin to bring up not only the arrest, but the fact that he was defending him was a low blow, even for him.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Of course. Earning the cop money is fucking great.”

You could feel the heat under the uniform rising rapidly, the mixture of stress at the mention of the anxiety induced name was not a good combination when standing in front of a person you already wanted to punch in the face solely for their existence.  

“You shouldn’t be defending them.”

Changbin’s expression changed, the cocky arrogant facade of Changbin to one more serious, like he was offended by what you said. Here you go, accidentally offending his so-called morals and beliefs. Always more important to him than the actual law.

“And what gives you the right to tell me who I can and can’t defend?”

You rolled your eyes at his question. “Look, I know you like to defend the scum, but this is the lowest.”

“That’s why I did it. Cops are just the worst, and defending an ex cop is great to me, but let’s not get brash and cut straight to the chase. I need you for the case.”

The look on your face was priceless. The shock was real, and you were too busy processing his words to realize his hardness dropped, the arrogance disappearing when he saw the hurt pouring from your eyes. The atmosphere changed, and it was more of one where Changbin, shocking himself, felt guilt toward you.

“Like hell I’m defending that piece of shi-”

“Wait,” he interrupted, another expression, this one different, more like concern as he heard the slight strain of hurt in your vocals, “I feel bad asking, but they want you as a character witness.”

Your frustration was reaching a new point, boiling point coming up much sooner than you would have liked. A tear threatened to spill from your eyes as you quickly flicked it away, not wanting the pompous lawyer to see any form of vulnerability, to know he beat you. Every conversation with Changbin was a competition; sometimes you won, sometimes you lost. He placed a hand on your shoulder, wanting to comfort you in a way that wasn’t too personal and suspicious in a public place. However, for you this was personal, and anyone with half a brain cell knew that this would strike a very sensitive cord within you. The tension was thick, and it was a relief that you could see your rookie coming back over to break up whatever this moment was.

“Here,” Changbin took out his business card, “it has my phone number on it. If you agree to do it, we will have to have a meeting to go over things. You don’t have to, but they would greatly appreciate it.”

You said nothing, a light smile across your face as you let yourself fall into the dream that was Changbin’s gaze. You weren’t sure if it was the sudden calming, friendly demeanor and lack of goblin behavior that you didn't know he was capable of expressing, or the idea that the buttons on his shirt were getting tighter and tighter, the spaces between them getting bigger the longer he stood there. It was hard to form a word the more time you spent with him.

Hyunjin was back, finished loading the shop before you could continue your shit talking conversation. You coughed to adjust yourself, not wanting for Changbin or your rookie to see that he was under your skin.

“All ready boot?”

He nodded, a friendly smile as he followed you, grin disappearing as he noticed your vulnerable demeanor. Hyunjin stepped in front of you, feeling the need to protect you from him, and to close the already small space that the two of you were sharing. You pushed him aside, a weak smile on your lips as Changbin waited for you to answer.

“Let me think about it.”

He nodded, allowing you to leave and head to the car with Hyunjin. As you got into the passenger's seat your mind continued to race with two things. Partly your T.O, but mainly Changbin. 

It was the first time that you had seen an almost human side to him. You weren’t sure what to call it, but it was encasing your mind, taking over all conscious parts of your brain. It was almost impossible to believe that a lawyer, especially a defense lawyer, actually felt bad for asking someone to help him with a case.

“Are you okay?”

Hyunjin snapped you out of deep thought, looking at you while driving to analyze your facial expressions.

“Eyes on the road boot, and yes I’m fine.”

A silence fell over the car, the lack of criminal activity responsible for that.

“Is something going on between you and the lawyer?”

You gave him a look of disgust, finding this a completely inappropriate question to ask a superior officer. Even though it wasn’t a completely ridiculous question to ask, it was obvious to a third party that there was something better. But you knew better than to have your rookie have the upper hand on you, especially when it came to your personal life.

“Why are you running your mouth, boot? You know who he is right?”

“Yes, I,” Hyunjin hesitated, worried that you were upset with him, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, adjusting yourself in the rather large seat. When it came to your personal life, especially when it wasn’t great it was easier to be this way. Cold, brash. It also seemed to be the way that Hyunjin learnt how to do things efficiently and easily.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I know I’m overstepping, but I saw the way he looked at you when your appearance changed. Like he really cared for you.”

“Hyunjin I swear to god,” you yelled, immediately getting defensive at his implication. Your tone was harsh, a prompt guilt coming over you as you continued to speak, correcting the tone of what and how you said it.

“He didn’t do anything that bad, and there’s nothing going on in between us.”

You paused again, looking around with the means of refusing any possible contact when talking about this sensitive subject.

“He asked me to testify in a case about my T.O.”

“The one that got arrested?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, feeling small even talking about it, “wants me to be a character witness for him.”

“That’s so rough, I’m really sorry.”

“Eh it’s not your fault. Enough about me, let’s focus on the road.”

The afternoon of patrol was easy, but your mind floated every once in a while to everything that surrounded Changbin. Hyunjin’s perception, Changbin’s own humane side coming out to comfort you, if you could even call it that. Whatever it was, it was something that you could not get out of your mind. On the contrary, you would never let something as miniscule as a mee defense lawyer get in the way of your high quality police work.

***

Patrol was over too soon, greeted by a smile from Felix once more as you saw him getting out of his shop and walking over to you.

“How was patrol?”

He said nothing, directing his hand to his rookie with one of the biggest drug dealers in the area. Your jaw dropped when you saw this large 6’5 300 pound man in cuffs.

“How on earth did you manage that?”

“He was sleeping,” Felix smirked, “had no idea we were coming. God some criminals are so dumb.”

“Nice work boot,” you nodded, helping him carry the man to be processed.

The processing was the easiest part. Finger prints, photos, and paperwork assessing the individual. Making sure they had no weapons on them; catching the cops was the hardest part. Processing and putting them in a holding cell was the most relaxing part of the job. Even the paperwork was more stressful. 

The guy was being put in his cell, but it wasn't a rude surprise when you saw the man who was on your mind all day show up. He was bolting straight for the cops holding the perp, an agenda in his eyes as your irritation rose, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

“Woah Changbin,” you stepped in, standing between the struggling perp and Changbin, “what are you doing?”

“You need to let go of him, he is being unlawfully detained.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Because my client is under the influence, he does not understand his rights and you cannot keep him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his statement. He was dead serious, and there was no way you would stop this guy from being detained. He was well known for a while, and you weren’t going to let Changbin’s antics get in the way of this.

“This man is not showing any substances in his system, he needs to be processed.”

“And like I just said, he doesn’t understand his rights so uncuff him and let him go.”

“How would you know that?”

“Because I was across the street after visiting another client and I saw them put him in the car. He barely said yes when asked if he understood.”

“Okay but he said yes so what’s the problem?”

“Do I have to repeat myself? You’re also using unlawful force on my client.”

“Unlawful force?” you scoffed, “the guy is over 300 pounds.”

The responses were back and forth, way too quickly to react and way too difficult for someone to step in and diffuse the situation. Tempers were running high, and the longer the argument went on, the louder your voices became. Any leniency that you felt prior towards the pompous lawyer was diminished in an instant. Another officer stepped in, attempting to continue to put this man in the holding cell.

“It doesn’t matter, you need to let him out or I will report this as unlawful and you will lose your job immediately.”

“Are you serious? I-”

“What is this ruckus?”

The two of your heads snapped simultaneously once you heard the Sargeants voice.

“We are trying to detain a perp but ‘Mr. fancy pants’ here is obstructing us from doing so.”

“With all do respect sir this is an unlawful arrest I-”

Sargent Bang took another step forward, putting a hand in front to stop Changbin from talking. Due to the significant height difference, the lawyer backed down, clearly intimidated by Chan's demeanor.

“Mr. Seo, do I come to your office and tell you how to argue in court?”

“No,” he replied, an obvious defeat in his tone, “I don’t.”

“Then you need to get the hell out of my officer's face and you can make a claim in my office.”

The lawyer nodded, no words needed to be said as he followed the Sergeant upstairs and you lost your view of him. The beads of sweat were scattered across Felix’s forehead, a huge sigh of relief as he swiped a hand across, happy to have got him in the cell.

“Nice arrest,” you smirked.

“Yeah. Thanks for that.” He smiled back. But you knew better. There was a second look in his eyes, one that had an underlying meaning, another implication if you will, “I wouldn’t have been able to complete it if it wasn’t for you practically barking at him.”

You laughed, hard at his statement.

“That’s not true, and I feel like you need to spit out what you’re thinking.”

A sarcastic look of shock appeared on Felix’s face.

“Me?” he questioned, placing a hand on his chest in surprise shock, “when do I have something ever to say?”

“Spit it out.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, “you held your own, don't get me wrong. It’s just, I can’t help but feel like there’s some tension between you.”

“Tension?”

At first you were confused. Obviously there was tension, the two of you were yelling at each other for five minutes. You were pissed. How dare he try to embarass you in front of your fellow officers. Accuse you of malpractice. You would never do the same in front of his colleagues. It wasn't until you realized what the smolder behind his lips really meant, and it shook you to your core.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“What,” Felix shrugged, mumbling under his breath, “it’s not the first time I’ve noticed it.”

You shook your head, the thought sending you into a head spin. He couldn’t be right. You repulsed the man, despised him on every level. 

Why was your head going straight to this morning, and the interaction before that, and the interaction before that. You had to walk away, space out in your office chair and involuntarily re-analyse every single conversation you had with this damn lawyer. God it was frustrating. Why was he playing so much in your mind? A man of such vulgar and despicable actions was clouding your judgment. It was impossible to do paperwork, concentrate on anything anyone had said. The thought of him, his face, hair, blazer jacket, shirt. That fucking white shirt. Your memory automatically scrolls to that one time the top button was undone. The way his jawline clenched when he took serious phone calls in the precinct. The way he was able to swoon other police officers into getting the information he needed. There was no reason for this, but it was becoming significant that all it took for you to spiral about the pompous lawyer was a gentle nudge in the direction from Felix.

“Hey.”

The voice, the last, yet first, person you actually wanted to even fix your eyes on was talking to you right now. This had to be a joke. It almost made you chuckle at the way he was standing over you at your desk; he probably loved it. Doing anything and everything he could to bring the worst out of you. And if he wasn’t going to apologize right now, he was going to do exactly that. His hand crept into your vision, veiny dorsal hands as his frame got closer and closer, hoping that you would acknowledge his presence, and not the other way round. You could see the look of Felix pretending to gasp at the lack of space between your bodies from the corner of your eye, leaving you even more reluctant to one, fuel your best friend and any other officers point, and two, actually converse with him.

“What do you want, Changbin?”

Your tone sounded very unenthusiastic, mouth, or throat, not having the energy to entertain the nonsense that was about to spew out of his mouth.

“I need an answer about testifying, for the other trial.”

“When do you need the answer?”

“Today at the end of shift.”

“Well then you’ll get my answer then.”

He moved away, running a frustrated hand through his hair at your stubbornness and unwillingness to cooperate. 

“Can’t you just give me an answer now?”

“Hmm,” you stood up, clasping your finger upon your chin, looking ‘very’ deep in thought, after the way he just treated you, attempting to embarrass you, it wasn’t really in your mind to treat him with any care, “I just don’t feel like giving you an answer right now.” 

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?” you raised your voice, smacking your hand down on the desk, causing the surrounding officers and personnel to stare straight on.

“What the fuck is my problem,” you took a step closer, aiming to get into the lawyers face, “You have the problem, not me.”

The bickering was at an all time high today. This was normal. Changbin used to find at least one officer to argue with, but the intensity of your heated discussions with him were always ten fold in comparison. Voices were always raised to a peak, fingers gripped in fists, it was practically a show for the precinct, and the officers looked every time; sometimes they were sad because the only thing missing was their popcorn. 

The tension in this moment was high, but nothing you didn’t experience every single time this douchebag flashed his face in your place of work. Your eyes widened when you saw Sargent Bang standing behind Changbin from a distance, teeth gritted to end the conversation now, or there would be consequences for your actions. You gripped Changbin’s arm, dragging him around the corner, in front of the low-level weaponry kit room. The only people that walked past that part of the precinct in the middle of the day were police chiefs, and their visit was once a month; today was not that day.

“This is unlawful force on a civilian-”

“Shut up,” you interrupted, whispering as you finally let him go once you were out of frame from the others, “I don't want to make more of a scene and you are not going to be the reason I get fired.”

He scoffed at your remark, finding a sarcastic humor in it. He adjusted his suit jacket once more, patting down his suit and making sure he looked perfect as always. A single strand was out of place across his forehead, and you couldn’t lie, it was pretty adorable. Seeing him out of place in the slightest was like goosebumps on your skin. 

“Well it wouldn’t be a problem if you just answered my question.”

The shrug he gave made you want to kick him in the knees. Hands on your hips, you stood there, waiting for him to actually pay attention to what you had to say.

“Look,” he whispered, facial expression of friendlessness back, “I know this must be hard for you.”

He paused, wanting to sense your reaction. Your muscles related to posture softened, eyes avoiding his gaze, yet feeling the need to guard yourself suddenly unnecessary. Conversing with Changbin was like having a concussion, sometimes painful, sometimes blissful, but you couldn’t lie and stay in denial that there was meaning behind this. A gravitational pull that rushed your towards him, and the gentle moments where showed his non-demonic angle was poking out and taunting you made the force greater each time. The sprinkles of generosity he showcased were something that you ate up everytime, and you hated it.

“It’s not that I don’t want to testify, because knowing you, I will be subpoenaed into doing it anyway.”

“No,” he interrupted himself with a laugh, “wait yeah actually I probably would.”

“Yeah that would piss me off, but I understand you would be doing your job. I guess I am somewhat appreciative that you gave me a heads up on it.”

He nodded, taking your mumbled graciousness as a win. 

“What do you need me to do?”

He said nothing at first, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small card with his business, name, phone number and address to said business on it.

“Are you busy tonight after work?”

You followed through, fingers accidentally brushing fingertips with him when accepting the card. The two of you ignored the pull acting up once more. For some reason it felt better to not point it out. You shook your head in response, a small smile filling his lips as he was happy that he didn’t have to fight to get an answer he wanted.

“Great, swing past when you’re done here and we can move forward in your portion of the case.”

No reply was needed as he walked in a separate direction from yours, brain spinning once more as you sat down at your desk. It didn’t take long for your best friend to creep up on you and your rookie’s shared desk. An unwipeable smirk plastered his face as the two of them planned to gang up on you. Unfortunately for them, their plan was spotted from a mile away.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you smoldered, raising a hand to both of their faces in an attempt to silence them.

“I’m not saying anything,” Felix fanned himself as he spoke, “but the tension is hot hot hot.”

“Yeah I could feel it from-”

“Hyunjin, if you say one more word that contributes to this conversation I will write you up. Don’t forget I do daily evaluations on you.”

Hyunjin shrank back into his seat, a small ‘yes ma'am’ before he was back to focusing on his paperwork.

“He’s so into you it’s crazy.”

A small energy of satisfaction sparked through your body at his words. It had to be a joke. Why was a small part of you excited if that was the case?

“He’s not into me,” you brushed off, a smile threatening to spill across your face, “I have to testify as a character witness in the trial for my T.O”

“He’s representing them?”

“A check is a check, and I hate to admit it, but Changbin is one of the best criminal defense lawyers in this country.”

You got up, checking your watch and realizing that there wasn’t long until you had to head over. Yes it was a bit early, but what was the harm in going home, showering, fixing your hair, putting on some makeup and getting out of uniform?

“Hey,” Felix yelled, grabbing you by the arm to stop you from leaving for the day, “where are you going?”

“I’m going to Changbin’s office to get this over and done with. Don’t say anything, I’m just going to prepare for court and that’s it.”

“Mhm,” he nodded, not knowing it was possible for an action to be so sarcastic, “I’m sure it is.”

A frustrated scoff left your lips as you continued to go to the door. Felix was wrong, and you were determined to prove that his implications were false and just simply not the case at all. But not even you could convince yourself that Felix is wrong. Part of you didnt want him to be wrong, but the other part of you just wanted this to be in your past, and getting over and done with seemed like the first step in doing so.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“That isn’t much!”

**

You took a deep breath as your car parked. One more look at your appearance in the rearview mirror and you were good to go. You kept your outfit simple, jeans and a thin white long sleeve shirt with a small black leather jacket to accompany and counter the recent cold weather. Your hair was down, natural. The intention behind it was that it was a change. A calming nature and contrast to what he usually saw when at the precinct. The normal was hair slicked back in a bun as it was protocol to make sure all hair was out of your face, definitely not wanting your hair to obstruct any view while in pursuit.

The door was large, revolving, leaving you almost caught in between. The area was spacious, impressive, and looked like a big firm. You knew the other lawyers there, but not well enough to know by name. None of them were as much of a hassle as Changbin was. The guy at the reception looked concentrated yet approachable, giving you no trouble as his attention turned to you once your approach at the desk was certain.

“Hi, how are you today?”

“I’m great thanks,” you smiled, a sudden streak of nerves enticing your body, “I’m here for an appointment with Mr. Seo.”

It took a few clicks on his computer before he realized who you were.

“Ah, you must be officer Y/l/n. You really do a number on lawyer Seo hey?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in a polite way, “I do?”

“Every time he comes back from the station, and he’s spoken to you, it’s all he talks about.”

“And I’m going to fire you for saying false information like that.”

Your head snapped at his voice, smooth as honey, and fake, when talking to the receptionist. He shrugged, chuckling because he knew that Changbin had been completely caught; but he was too swift, and stubborn, to admit that it was true. His eyes, as per usual, were fixated up and down, moving back and forth as they glued to your figure, an extra second spent too long before he made eye contact with you. Changbin put a hand out, in invitation to lead you down the rather long hallway to his office. The room was nice. Marble desk, swirly chair, off white walls; if you ever had your own office, you would want it to look exactly like this. 

Changbin closed the door behind you, showing you to your chair as he stood behind it, patiently waiting for you to sit down. He lingered behind, thumbs grazing the clothed skin of your shoulder as he looked down over your head while taking your jacket off and pacing it behind your chair, easy access to your chest. You rolled your eyes; perv. His proximity made you nervous, and you didn’t know why, but that familiar gravitational pull was something you very much liked to deny from a cognitive perspective.

“So Ms. y/l/n, y/n, can I call you that?”

“Sure,” you replied sarcastically, looking down at your fingers, fidgeting as you became more restless the longer he took to reply, forcing the two of you to sit in silence. God this was uncomfortable. Why was he dragging this out? Every second was torture for you. This was supposed to be one and done. Go to court and never have to work with this prick or to never see your T.O again. If anything it was making you angry. He knew that this was painful for you, yet he refused to move ahead.

“Can we start?”

“Yes of course,” he nodded, maintaining a serious facial expression as he opened up his notebook on his desk, “do you have any questions before we start?”

“How long is this going to take?”

“As long as necessary.”

He paused, again, seeming to be for dramatic effect, “Is that going to be a problem?”

“No,” you gulped, the sound of his pen clicking immediately making you anxious, “of course not.”

Your replies to the next few questions were short, but not abnormal as they were very closed ended questions. Changbin fixed his posture every few seconds, forearms flexing through his shirt while writing down his notes. It was somewhat frustrating that you had to multitask on so many things at once. His questions, making sure you were giving correct information. The way he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows to free up his caged arms. The veins. His lips. The deep voice coming out. Recalling events. To say you were getting overwhelmed was an understatement. He noticed your change in demeanor as soon as he freed himself, and for once in naivety, the emotion he felt was concern. He put the pen down, noticing that you needed a break from the lack of eye contact you were giving him. Although he hated your guts for most of the time, he didn’t want you to perceive him as a monster. It was sensitive stuff; everyone has a special relationship with a T.O. They show you the rope of everything, and they are there for you after intense crime scenes. The partnership was sensitive, and for it to blow up in your face was a shock to the system. He knew better than to rub salt in the seeping wound.

“We can take a break if you want. Can I get you anything?”

Your head snapped back up, a fake smile plastered on your face in an attempt to be polite and hide the discomfort that was going over the case with a comb, as well as the shock from his failure to make fun of you for once.

“Water and a break would be great.”

Changbin nodded, getting up from his seat and walking over to the water cooler in his office. Neat, but definitely obnoxious and just a ruse to show off how much money he made. And to think you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. Your impatience, and frustration was growing with each moment. Placing the water cup in front of you, he resumed his seat, taking a nice long sip of his cool refreshment.

“Right, where were we?”

His eyebrows furrowed, a sign of concentration as he thought about his next line of questioning.

“How many more things do we need to go over?”

He smirked, “already keen to get out of here?”

“Well,” you scoffed, “it’s kind of something that I want to get over and done with.”

His jaw clenched, “well it’s not that simple.”

“Yeah I know that I-”

“I don’t think you do. See, it’s my duty to give him the best possible case as he is paying me big bucks to get him the best outcome possible.”

“Yeah we know how much you love money,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?”

“No nothing,” you shook your head vigorously, “well no not nothing. I just said we know how much you love money, you can’t help but always flaunt it at the station.”

He chuckled at your sarcastic yet honest response.

“Let’s just continue so we can get this over with.”

A pit of relief panged in your chest at his words, Changbin now finally has the same mentality as you. His phone rang, but he denied, quickly, shocking you in disbelief. He noticed your change in appearance, unsure why you reacted the way you did.

“What’s that look?”

“No nothing, you just, I’ve never seen you decline a phone call before.”

He smirked, nothing else.

“What can I say? You’re a special client.”

“I am?”

He immediately regretted the implications of those words. He really should have thought before he spoke, because the sentiment went straight to your head. Your ears felt hot, and suddenly the gravitational pull was very much noticeable again. You shifted in your seat, leaning forward; why not have some fun with it? Maybe it would ease the uncomfort you were experiencing. The white top you wore was low cut, something that you failed to mention, and remember, but sparked your memory once Changbin’s eyes dropped immediately. All you were doing was leaning forward, grabbing your cup, and sloppily drinking, a few droplets ‘accidentally’ falling onto your shirt. The white material helped you push your rebellion across, which ultimately did the complete opposite for him. He was now the one shifting in his seat, comfort somewhat observable as it was his turn to avoid your gaze.

“Ok so were you part of the drug trafficking ring?”

The smug expression on your face dropped instantly.

“Obviously not.”

“Well how is it obvious?”

“Through the evidence?”

“The evidence,” he paused, smug in his own arrogance, “is not in your favor. You know he has tried to pin a lot of it on you, right?”

His words triggered something in you; something ugly. You got up out of your seat, walking around and standing over him. How dare he say that? Even if he was just saying it to get your reaction, it was, for you, crossing the line.

“That’s why I’m not the one who got arrested. What are you trying to imply?”

He turned in his chair, legs spread open in the biggest manspread known to man as he continued to smirk. Fuck, you should be mad. You should be fuming at his accusations, smugness, cockiness. What was he trying to imply? Changbin tricked you into thinking that you would be a character witness. Silly you for thinking he actually was capable of caring for you, making sure you didn't get thrown under the bus when persecuted.

“Nothing?,” he scoffed, feigning ignorance laced in his tone, “What’s your problem?”

Your laugh was loud, indicating that your frustration had reached its boiling point. That fucking question again.

 “My problem? What is yours? You walk into the precinct, act like you know everything and treat the officers with little to no respect, then you obstruct a detainment? What makes you think you are so entitled that you can just talk to everyone the way you want? And to top it off, you want to switch the charges and pin me, a rookie at the time, for the crimes committed?”

Your breath was raised high, out of breath from the absolute serving Seo Changbin just got from you. A huge weight lifted off of your chest, finally getting what had been lying on your chest for years off of it. He got up and walked around his desk and stood in front of you, very much in your personal space; with an unimpressed look to say the least. How dare you question his practice, his ability to prosecute and defend as a lawyer. It was, in his eyes, this most abhorrent thing a person could do, especially an authority figure of similar position. You were, however, too stubborn to back down, chest puffed and fists pumped up, nails digging into your palms to prevent yourself from doing something you would regret.

“You think you know me so well huh?”

“I think I do.”

“If you did then you would know I’m not trying to get you convicted. I’m doing the opposite?”

Yeah right.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Of course I don’t want you to be a part of this, I want you to be as far away.”

“Why would you say something like that then? Accusine me? Do you just never think before you speak?”

The pompous lawyer didn’t answer straight away. The continuous cycle of confusion, anger, lust on repeat was sending you into a headspin. You couldn't keep up, but at the time, you were beginning to find the root of the reason you felt that cursed gravitational pull towards the man in front of you. As soon as his voice softened, so did you. Digits by your sides as opposed to dug in your palms, shoulders relaxed. Changbin was also standing very close to you. It was the first time you truly were able to take in his features. Thick, slicked up hair, tiny strands that had obviously been styled in a certain way that trickled over his forehead. The textureless surface area of his skin, the darkness of his eyes, you could have sworn his pupils were dilated, the color becoming darker and darker the longer he looked at you. His lips were in a whole different ball game. Very pink, very big, the hyperfixation was instant. Your eyes flicked between his lips and his own gaze, leaving you completely unsure where to look. 

“I,” he sighed, pausing before making sure what he said came out the right way, “I don’t want you to get hurt. Fuck,” he paused again covering his face with his hands for a brief moment before standing even closer to you, “I want to make sure you’re okay and you don’t get caught in the crossfire.”

The atmosphere of the room had suddenly changed again, and now, you could not keep your eyes off of the pompous lawyer. He was pulling you in this time, hard, but contrary to the other times you experienced a similar sensation, you were finding it really difficult to find a way out.

“So rather than criticizing me, help me. Help me get through this how you would if you were me.”

The telekinesis was impactful, and no scientific theory or rationale could explain what followed, because the next thing you remembered was Changbin’s grip on your hips, pushing you forcefully to sit on the edge of his desk as he leaned forward and crashed his lips against yours. The energy was magnetic, and the normal part of you was saying what is happening right now, you should pull away, and you had the thought to do so.

But it’s merely a thought that flies into your consciousness then back into the unconsciousness. His lips felt too good, hands now gripping your face as his tongue entered your mouth. The kiss was slow, the intention to envelop him, take in as much as possible. His movements were delicate, yet simultaneously precise as his hands traveled to your behind, grabbing as much ass as possible, breaking away before whispering a quick ‘wrap your legs around me’ and lifting you up, pinning you against the back of his office door. It did slip in your mind for a brief moment that you were in a public setting and not the luxury of your home. It was just that however, like the others, a passing thought as his hips pinned you against the wooden frame, fingertips soothingly soaring against the sides of your torso as he lips left your own, littering across your jaw, up to your ear lobe, a thick stripe of the pomppus lawyer’s DNA coating the skin from the base of your neck to the tip of your ear lobe. There was nothing organized about the movements that occurred, partly because the navigation was unclear and he wasn’t a usual partner. But the main rationale was the increasing desperation that filled the tiny, gaping air that was closed each moment your lips moved in unison. As soon as his hands gripped your body, traveling down your sides and back to your ass; god he loved your ass. 

Whether he would admit it or not, his mind went crazy everytime you walked away from him, mad or not. Conversation or no interaction at all. Changbin always wanted to see it, feel it, the texture of how the skin would feel in his hands, clothed or unclothed; he didn’t give a fuck. Changbin was grateful if there was any time in his life that he would get to experience it, and it was blowing his mind that it was happening. But, in the grace of it all, he was too stubborn, as per usual, to show that he wasn’t freaking out that this was actually happening. He wanted to be cool in front of you. He would rather get hit by a bus than admit that the feelings he had for you were something that were there every time he laid his eyes on you.

You could feel the subtle hard on across your groin, a gentle gasp escaping your lips and falling into his mouth as he acknowledged your reaction, gently grinding his hips against you, the friction only making your hornier as he pulled away, your hands leaching onto the buckle of his pants, the desperation clouding your efficacy to take it off in one swift motion. Changbin chuckled as he pulled away, unable to smirk as he was too desperate to worry about the lack of skill. His pants were off, and now it was your turn for a piece of clothing to be removed; and he wasn’t swift either. 

Fuck buttons and belts, buckles, zippers, anything that was put on clothes which, for you to in this moment, seemed to only be put onto clothing to makes things more difficult. Changbin was able to undo the zipper and button on your jeans, helping the thick material pool at your ankles before he dropped to his knees for a brief moment to lift your ankles to help you discard them completely. Both pairs of bottoms were in a pile on the floor mixed together, maybe a metaphor for what was about to happen. Changbin’s jacket was easy to take off, and he cared too little to be meticulous with a basic white dress shirt, biceps bugling barely as he effortlessly ripped his shirt, the noise of the buttons hitting the hard surfaces of the office, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. His chest was heavy, pecs already 4 dimensional on his chest but Changbin needed no time as he was just too fucking hungry for you. Yearning, lusting, you name it. Changbin being out of breath was such a barrier to pick you up again, your back now lying against the contrasting cool surface of the marble desk as he hovered over you, another sensual kiss against your lips as his trails extended. 

“Fuck,” he growled, primal like, “you have too many fucking clothes on.”

An annoyed sigh left your lips, “well that’s not my fault is it.”

He ignored your attitude. Changbin wanted to just rip it off, but he knew better than to let you leave with the clothing you did not come in with. His hands were now swift, wanting to focus on nothing else but your naked body. Changbin bit down on his bottom lip when he noticed your lack of chest undergarment. 

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Jesus,” he paused, an extended trail of kisses descending down your body, past your neck, lingering on your chest, a quick flick of the nipples with his tongue that involuntarily made your back arch as he continued, eyebrows furrowed with concentration as he got to your panties. Your breath hitched a little when he got there, teeth teetering on the edge as he pulled them down, legs straight and the gentle bumpy texture of his teeth dancing across your legs as he finally got off the last obstacle of clothing. Changbin couldn’t help but bring a hand to his length as he gently palmed himself, completely mesmerized and aroused out of control at the current view he was looking at you. The temperature of your face was immediately as his eyes ogled over your very naked body. Fuck. It was so hot to see him like this. Speechless, no comebacks. You could tell that he wasn’t thinking much, which oddly turned you on so much. It was something you truly were not used to. 

“Stand up for me.”

The four words came out of mouth abruptly, switching positions as he sat down, practically drooling as your ass moved with each step, titties bouncing in unison with each movement. All he could think about was how hard they bounced if you were on top of him. How easily he’d be able to move his hands with your ass as you rode him, took him from behind. His mind was racing even more, and now he was back at square one: too overwhelmed and much too aroused to form a comprehensive thought of what to do to you.

“You’re so different.” you whispered, not wanting to catch him off guard.

“I am?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, heavy, hands beginning to roam across your waist, breathing through slightly gritted teeth, “usually you have so much to say.”

His gaze was so lustful, heavy, you couldn’t help but touch yourself. Your fingers attached to your left hand traced along your inner thigh, legs gently shuddering. If you were being honest, it kind of scared you how much something as simple as a stare could do to you. Your index and middle finger traced along your pussy lips, a desperate moan escaping your lips when the tip of your digit accidentally brushed the bareity of your clit. You thought you could handle the game; you usually did. But this was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and there was no going back after this.

Changbin was also desperate, scrolling forward on his chair and reaching for your hips, steadying himself before his palms separated. One had pitching your left nipple and the other sliding on either side of your core, pussy lips trying to escape his digits. It was easy for him, seeing as your core was already a slip n’ slide, fingers practically begging and soaking up any sense of friction they could get.

“Stop teasing,” you gritted, small hitches in your wind at each possible moment of touch.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, adjusting his fingers without warning, tips attaching to the nub like a magnetic force. A much larger, breathier moan falls from the tight crevice that is your lips as Changbin gets closer to your torso, mouth latching onto the previously excluded nipple. The lawyer execution wasn’t perfect, and if this was the third or fourth time the two of you had been intimate, it most likely wouldn’t have felt as good.

At that stage, however, things were different. The tension from the lack of physical intimacy was the sole reason his fingers felt so good. This may, in the present moment be due to the short circuiting of your brain from the man’s fingers and lips, feel like something that just sparked out of the blue. Random. Out of nowhere; but anyone could tell that that was nothing but a crock of shit.

This was a culmination of all the times you disagreed, agreed, yelled, whispered, cared, lusted, hated, liked, loved? Even the way you looked at him when he would walk into that precinct with his very tight suits and heavy briefcases. The times Felix would nudge you to keep it down when the two of you would argue in front of the other officers, even the sergeant. The more you argued, the more care there was, even if it was illustrated as hatred. The opposite of hatred is indifference, not love, and there was nothing indifferent about the situation you found yourself to be in. 

Changbin couldn’t think straight. There were times he thought about it too. Whether it was when he woke up in the morning, preparing a case of a perpetrator that you arrested. He felt like an idiot, because all he wanted to do now was touch you. There was no instruction, no structure to how he was doing it, just rubbing your clit and sucking on your nipples, teething the hardened nubs was the way to go. Changbin thought he would have so much more composure, but the moment your clothes were discarded was the moment he knew he was in trouble, because the images he visualized in his head were not even closer than how sexy he imagined you to be.

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, hips forming a gentle rhythm on his digits, your own hand running up and down his arm soothingly, “feels so good.”

“Yeah you like it?”

“Yes I-oh my god.”

You interrupted your own sentence when you found two of his fingers at your entrance. Slow, calloused textured fingers scratching your walls as he began to pump. He stood up simultaneously, slightly bent over to make sure that his fingers would remain consistent in depth while adjusting to the height difference. His thumb that belonged to the same hand reamiend on then sensitive numb, the three fingers creating a collective come hither motion. You took a few steps back, finding stability in the wooden cabinet behind you as Changbin’s fingers picked up in pace. He was still a cognitive mess, no craft to his skill, but it seemed to be more than fine for you. He analyzed your behavior. Lids fluttering on the brink of shutting, jaw slightly agape with sinful moans and groans disclosed, and your left hand groping your own breast.

On the contrary, you were just as overwhelmed, unable to speak, those unorganized noises the only indication of how his fingers were making you feel. Fuck, you were already so sensitive, and the fact that he was already hitting the fleshy mound inside your pussy with his fingers only aroused you tenfold, knowing that his cock would be just as effortless in doing so. Your eyes wanted to roll, reach the back of your head. You never knew that something so simple as someone’s fingers could make you feel this good. Your hips spasmed, walls already clenching around him as you knew that you were getting close.

“Shit,” Changbin groaned, that god awful yet fucking sexy smirk appearing, “you’re close, aren’t you?”

“No,” you mumbled, not wanting him to give you the satisfaction of knowing he made you feel like pure heaven, “b-barely.”

You could feel his hard on pressed against the top of our leg, itching at your hip bone which gave you the idea to take the heat off of you for a moment. Yes, it was like walking into the gates of hell to give him the gratification that he was bringing you to orgasm, but really, it was because you didn’t want it to stop. If you could have just stopped lying to yourself about how much arguing with this man turned you on, that you could have been in this predicament much earlier. Then again, maybe if it did happen earlier, the arousal of his simple touch wouldn’t impact you as much, and that would be no fun, would it? 

Your hands, for the first time tonight, began to travel, snaking past his arms and right to where he wanted you. Changbin hissed, lips pressed against the side of your face as a deep groan bellowed from his chest.

“Fuck,” he hissed, the gentle grating of your hand against his clothed crotch taking him by surprise. You too, were in surprise at how big he felt. The visual was one thing, but you were always one for tactile senses. Your thumb slipped over the tip, the brief wetness that you assumed to be his precum easily felt. The muscles in your legs were getting tighter and tighter, and it was proving that rubbing Changbin’s cock wasnt enough to distract him from making you cum.

“Fuck I’m really c-close,” you whine, the pompous lawyer covering your mouth to prevent the crescendo of your voice project outside the 4 walls. He withdrew his fingers from your words, your bodies falling slightly limp and weary at the way you already were craving him, orgasm that was on the brim very cruel. Your hips were gripped once more, placing you to sit atop of his desk and he made no hesitation to slip his boxers off and let his cock spring free of what, to him, was torture. A very obvious gas came from your lips, still taken aback of how girthy he was. A nervous gulp followed, unsure if he would be able to fit. He could see the expression of concern. His hands cupped your cheeks, pressing another gentle kiss before they traveled back to his favorite spot, your hips.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, running his thumbs in a forgiving fashion against your hip bones, “just tell me to stop if you want to. I won’t be mad.”

You looked shyly into his eyes, nodding as you grabbed him by the base of his cock. A deep breath hollowed from hips at how your hands felt on him. God he had dreamed of this so many times. He would fixate on them every time he walked into the precinct. How such delicate hands could do such filthy things; it truly turned him on so much. The complexity of your character did too. You weren’t like other people that he had the pleasure of interacting with. No book that you could read by its cover. It was impossible, but maybe that's why he felt so drawn to you. He liked a challenge. He was a lawyer after all, and as much as he fantasized, unconsciously, about how you would look in such sinful positions, he was still able to simultaneously appreciate you and your character from afar, even when his presence wasn’t always appreciated by you in return. 

“Your hands,” he chuckled, almost sounding nervous, “they feel so good.”

It was finally YOUR turn to smirk, getting him where you wanted him. Although you liked to do nothing more than torture him, a guilt would rise in your chest and you know it. By this point, it was obvious that both of you pined for each other, so the games of taunting and teasing, mind fucking were irrelevant, unnecessary. The main thing that you wanted was to get your brains fucked out, and Changbin wanted nothing more than to give that to you. You took your hand away, allowing the man himself to line up with your hole, before gently prodding at the entrance, effortlessly and to your surprise plunging his cock into your pussy. It was a loud noise, the squelch of your highly aroused cunt leaving the pompous lawyer's cock sucked in like a vacuum. Your arms, without thought, wrapped around Changbin’s neck, pulling him closer to truly feel as much of him as you could. 

“Jesus fuck,’ he chuckled, beinging to pull out slowly, “this is the juiciest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

The sentence made you moan, hips wiggling to keep as much of his length inside of you as he gently moved back and forth. If anyone else spoke like this to you, the next action would most likely be a slap in the face. Compliment or not, it was so hot the way Changbin’s words fell from his lips without thought. Even when the two of you shared heated discussions it was the same. Words, harsh, soft, anything he said was without thought. But this moment was when you liked it best, because as he continued to pull in and out of you, the corrupt compliments just continued to spell out, belongings beginning to fall off his desk with each thrust. It was usually something you hated, but maybe now, you could manipulate it to your own benefit.

“Jesus christ,” he continued to repeat over and over, hands gripping your ass as he used your body to grind into you, “I love how wet your pussy is for me.”

“Me too baby,” you moaned back, unable to help yourself, “I never knew it could get this wet.”

“Only for me,” he growled, partly out of breath, “this pussy belongs to me.”

There was no point in even refuting what he said. If he was going to make it scream like this every time he was near it from now on, he can have it. No one had ever made you feel this good. Electricity was flying the longer his skin made contact with yours. Maybe it was partly hallucinations from your sex brain, but you didn't care, nothing would ever equate to this, and no one could ever have such a pull on you than the man in front of you. Changbin had acquired some confidence, because he began to move with much vigor, cock feeling harder and harder the longer he was inside of you. It didn’t take long for him to find the previous spot that he was able to hit with his fingers, your eyes almost popping out of your head when he did, your own hand coming to your mouth and biting on your fingernails as he did, a poor attempt to suppress the roaring sounds that cut down from your lips, surely enough to alert whoever else was in the building. It took him a matter of milliseconds for him to notice, a hand leaving your body and clasping your wrist, forcing you to straighten your fingers as he pushed them inside your mouth. It was now his turn for his eyes to bulge out of his head, a whole new level of turned on as he watched each knuckle on the two of your fingers disappearing past your lips. He stood still, forgetting about his cock and fixating on nothing but the way your fingers were coated heavily from such a simple action

“Fuck me,” he scoffed, “I didn’t think you could get any sexier.”

Your eyes ogled as you looked up at him, lips forming into a pour around your tips as they withdrew from your mouth. Before you even had the chance, Changbin was already redirecting your fingers to your own core, spreading your pussy lips far as your fingers dragged to them, a teeth gritted sigh coming from the pompous lawyer as he picked up his pace. All he could do was stare, solely focused on how your center got wetter and wetter. The way your pussy hole was now clenching and double the pleasure from tow spots. Fuck, he didn’t care about his own pleasure, because all he could think was how magical your pussy was. 

You were so hot and bothered by the way Changbin’s mouth dropped when he watched you flick your own clit, fingers brushing the base of cock once every few thursts as he continued to fuck you out of your mind relentlessly. 

“Oh god,” you whined, not even caring about how loud the combination of sounds must have been to one walking by, “so fucking good.”

“I fucking bet,” he chuckled, tongue slipping over his tongue lip, “if you’re pussy keeps getting wetter I won’t be able to help myself.”

“Fuck, what do you mean?”

He suddenly picks up his pace to an all time speed, unable to control himself physically and verbally.

“I’ll have no choice,” he grunts, using all of his might to bury his cock inside of you, “I’ll have to cum in you.”

Oh no. This is bad. Changbin doesn’t know this, but he's unlocked one of your deepest rooted desires. You immediately attack his lips as soon as his sentence concludes, not wanting him to say anything else. You knew it was bad, but there is no way you would ever say no to letting him fill you to the brim.

“Do it,” you whispered, forehead meeting as your gaze fixed on him, “cum in me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes baby, fill me up with your load.”

“Oh fuck,” he wined, his first high pitch of the night, “whatever you want.”

Your hips inched off his desk, giving him easier access to control you, giving yourself up to him in every way possible. Holy fuck were you about to bust yourself at any minute. Seeing the longing want and need to finish in you being an option was driving him wild.

“Oh my god Y/n,” he whispered, “I can’t hold it back any longer.”

“That’s okay baby just do it.”

“Do it?”

“Cum in me,” you whined, “I know you filling me up will make me cum so hard.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah baby do it.”

“I’ll cum in you.”

“Yeah cum in me.”

The back and forth with no room to breath in between was spilling you over the edge, and so was it for Changbin. His face was contorting more and more with each second, knowing he was going to blow his load any minute.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he continued to whine, unable to look anywhere else except your gaze before finally reach his high, pulling himself out completely except for tip, able to watch the way each load blew straight into your pussy. A heavy breath filled your lungs as the warmth of his seed tipped over the edge, hips bucking uncontrollably as it dribbled out, Changbin also spasming before gently pushing himself back in, the two of you using each other to ride out the peak of your orgasms. 

Your chest heaved simultaneously, the sounds of such heavy breaths the only noise filling the room as he pulled out, the motion causing you to whimper and already crave his touch once again. Changbin looked around, finding the box of tissues that fell off of his desk in the midst of things, cleaning the trail of his remains that was currently spilling down your leg. A small giggle erupted from your lips as you watched his aim with such delicacy and poise.

“What?” He smiled.

“Nothing,” you smiled in return, his grin becoming infectious, “I’ve just never seen you move so carefully before.”

“Hey I can be gentle!”

“Can you though?”

You pointed at your hips, already discolored in light shades of purple. He ignored your gesture, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the pile of clothes that was once an obstacle, handing it back with much of a haste. 

“We still have to work on the case, you know.”

“We can’t make another appointment?”

“Well no because I think 85% of the office would have heard that and it would look very suspicious if you just left.”

“I don’t think it matter if they heard, they’re still gonna know we fucked.”

“Jesus christ y/n,” he scoffed, “don’t fucking start with me now.”

“What?”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“How?”

“The more you argue with me, the more I want to fuck you over and over again.”