mikey

The bedroom is dim, lit only by the warm string lights looped around the headboard and the faint city glow slipping through half-closed blinds. Changbin’s hoodie is already on the floor; your oversized Stray Kids tour tee is rucked up to your ribs, his big hands smoothing over the newly bared skin like he’s memorizing you all over again.

“You missed me that much, huh?” he murmurs against your throat, voice low and fond, lips brushing the spot that always makes your breath hitch.

“Every single day,” you answer honestly, fingers threading through his dark hair. It’s longer now, long enough to curl softly at the nape, and you love the way it feels when you tug just a little.

He hums, pleased, and kisses down the center of your chest, slow and deliberate. When he reaches your stomach he pauses, pressing his forehead there for a second like he’s grounding himself.

“I kept thinking about this,” he says quietly. “About getting you under me again. About hearing you fall apart for me.”

Your thighs press together on instinct. He notices, of course he does, and smiles against your skin, small and devastatingly soft.

“Lie back, baby. Let me take care of you tonight.”

You do. The sheets are cool against your shoulder blades. Changbin settles between your legs, broad shoulders spreading you open in the gentlest way possible. He doesn’t dive in right away. Instead he kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other, murmuring little compliments the whole time.

“So pretty here… always so soft for me… look at how you’re already glistening, fuck, I love that.”

Your face burns. He chuckles low, the sound vibrating against your skin, then finally, finally, drags the flat of his tongue up your slit in one long, unhurried stroke.

The moan that leaves you is embarrassingly loud. He groans in response, like your taste is the best thing he’s had in weeks, and goes back for more. Slow circles around your clit, gentle suction, then back to broad licks that make your hips twitch. Every time you start to writhe he lays one heavy forearm across your pelvis, holding you sweetly in place.

“Stay still, pretty girl,” he whispers. “Let me learn you again. I wanna feel every little shiver.”

You try. You really do. But when two thick fingers slide inside, slow, careful, curling just right against that spot that makes your toes curl, he finds a rhythm that has you gasping his name like a prayer.

“There she is,” he breathes, eyes flicking up to watch your face. “That’s my girl. You’re doing so good.”

The praise hits harder than it should. Your walls flutter around his fingers; he groans again, louder this time, and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your clit while he keeps that steady come-hither motion inside.

“Bin—” Your voice cracks. “It’s— it feels—”

“Different?” he finishes gently, never stopping. “Building bigger than usual?”

You nod frantically, chest heaving.

He kisses your inner thigh again, soothing. “That’s okay. That’s perfect. You’re gonna let it happen for me, yeah? I’ve got you. I promise I’ve got you.”

His thumb finds your clit at the same time his fingers press deeper, firmer, rubbing circles inside while the pad of his thumb rolls quick little circles outside. The pressure is overwhelming, too much and exactly enough all at once. Your thighs start to tremble uncontrollably.

“Changbin—” It’s almost a sob.

“I know, baby. I know. Just breathe for me. Let it build. Don’t fight it.”

You can’t fight it. Not when he’s looking at you like you hung the moon, not when his voice is velvet-soft and steady, not when every stroke feels like it’s unraveling you thread by thread.

The coil in your belly pulls impossibly tight, tighter than you’ve ever felt, and then it snaps.

A broken cry tears out of your throat. Your whole body locks up, back arching hard off the mattress, and then, oh god, wet heat gushes over his fingers, his wrist, the sheets. You’re shaking so violently you can barely breathe, wave after wave crashing through you while Changbin keeps moving, slower now, coaxing every last tremor out of you.

“That’s it,” he whispers, voice wrecked with awe. “That’s my good girl. Look at you—so fucking beautiful when you let go like that.”

He doesn’t pull away until you’re whimpering from overstimulation. Only then does he crawl back up your body, careful not to crush you, and gathers you against his chest. His lips find your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

“You okay?” he asks softly, thumb brushing away the damp hair stuck to your forehead. “Was that… too much?”

You shake your head, still dazed, still floating. “Felt… incredible. I didn’t know I could—”

He kisses you quiet, slow and deep and full of so much love it makes your eyes sting.

“You can,” he murmurs against your lips. “And you will again. Whenever you want. I’m never gonna stop wanting to see you fall apart like that for me.”

You bury your face in his neck, smiling against his skin, heart so full it hurts.

“Promise?”

He tightens his arms around you.

Seungmin laughs, grabbing his arm as if in pain. "Ow! Damn, you pack a mean punch." He rubs his arm dramatically. "Fine, I'll behave... for now." He smirks again, his eyes sparkling again with playfulness.

“Watch your back, bro. You know I can still wrestle you to the ground any time, even when we're drunk.” Changbin gives a playful wink and scratches the stubble of his beard.

Seungmin laughs heartily, throwing an arm around Binnie’s shoulders in a friendly gesture. "Hell yeah, you can try! But I'm pretty sure I can take you down anytime, even drunk off my ass." He gives you a knowing shove. "You know what?”

He pauses, looking at Changbin with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We should get drunk tonight. You, me, some beers, and a wrestling match to see who's the toughest." Seungmin chuckles, his arm still around his shoulders. "What do you say?”

Changbin breaks out of his grip and puts him in a headlock in one swift motion. “You're on! Let's do it.”

Seungmin laughs, trying to break free from his roommate's headlock but failing."Fuck! Okay okay!" He struggles playfully. "Let me go!” He laughs harder as Changbin tightens the headlock slightly. "I give up! I give up!”

He lets go and tousles Seungmin's hair lightly. “I'll buy the beers, you buy the pizza.”

Seungmin straightens up, rubbing his head where Changbin’s hand just was. "Deal." He grins, punching his arm lightly. "But don't think you'll win just because you're buying the booze. I'm still gonna kick your ass." He turns and heads to the kitchen to grab his phone. The pizzeria on campus already knew their order by heart.

As the night goes on, the boys enjoy their pizza and beers, laughing and joking around. But as the alcohol starts to take effect, Seungmin’s competitive nature kicks in even more. "Alright, I think it's time for our wrestling match." He stands up, stretching his arms overhead.

Changbin nods his head and stands up facing him. “Hell yeah, brother. Let's do this!”

Seungmin cracks his knuckles and adopts a playful fighting stance, a huge grin on his face. "Last one standing wins. No holds barred, but no seriously hurting each other." He circles Binnie slowly. "You gonna come at me or what?" His eyes are shining with excitement. "3…”

Changbin rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck before making an unexpected lunge at Seungmin before the countdown can even finish.

Seungmin lets out a surprised laugh as Changbin tackles him to the ground, both of them tumbling onto the floor in a playful wrestling match. "Shit!" He tries to gain the upper hand but Changbin's mass quickly overpowers him. "You're a sneaky bastard!”

Changbin wraps his arms around Seungmin's waist and pulls his hips up against him in order to gain more control in his position. “Ha! Got you!” He brags, his arms flexing and muscles bulging.

Seungmin grunts as Changbin pulls his hips up, giving him more leverage. He wraps his legs around his waist to try and flip him over, but ends up grinding himself against his abs instead due to the position. "Fuck... wait a minute..." His voice comes out slightly breathless.

Changbin pins Seungmin's arms down over his head. “Had enough, pretty boy?”

Seungmin is completely pinned now, his chest heaving with laughter and something else... His arms trapped above his head, legs still wrapped around his roommate's waist trapping him between his body presses against him. "Mhm... I surrender..." But instead of submitting, he suddenly rolls his hips up.

His movement causes his hardening bulge to grind against Changbin's abs, the sudden contact making him freeze. He looks up at him with wide eyes, realizing the situation they're now in. "Oh... shit..." His face turns bright red as he quickly tries to unwrap his legs from around Changbin's waist.

Changbin holds down Seungmin's arms with one hand and uses his other hand to grab one of his legs. He presses Seungmin's leg and bends it against his stomach. “Are you hard right now?” Changbin asks with a playful smirk.

Seungmin’s leg gets trapped between Changbin’s strong arms, making him spread his thighs wider. He swallows hard, his body betraying him. "No..." He lies softly, then ruins it by bucking his hips slightly, grinding his semi-hard bulge against Changbin's abs again. "Goddamnit..." He mutters softly.

Without saying a word, Changbin rolls his hips into Minnie's growing bulge while holding eye contact with him.

Seungmin’s breath hitches loudly. His eyes widened further, pupils dilating with unexpected arousal. A soft gasp escapes his lips, his neck flushing a deep red. "F-fuck..." He stammers out, his hips instinctively rolling up to meet Changbin's again.

Changbin brings his fingers to Seungmin’s mouth, letting his thumb dip inside and play with his tongue while he continues to grind.

Seungmin's mouth falls open slightly at the feel of his roommate's thumb playing with his tongue. His hips buck up against Changbin's again, his bulge now fully hard and pressing against his abs through his sweatpants. He sucks Changbin's thumb into his mouth without thinking, swirling his tongue around it as he looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Do you see how fucking hard you made me, Minnie?” Changbin growls.

Seungmin's eyes snap down to Changbin’s crotch. Sweatpants are tented dramatically, his large bulge pressing against Seungmin's inner thigh. He swallows hard, realizing that he's fully hard too. "Holy..." He mumbles softly, his hips rolling again without his permission.

Changbin brings his face closer to Seungmin’s and presses their foreheads together.

The two boys breath mingle as their foreheads touch. Seungmin can feel Changbin's hard length pressing insistently against him, and it's all he can do not to grind harder. His hands, which had been lying limp beside him, now grip his sweatpants possessively.

A sharp intake of breath leaves Seungmin as Changbin's hand slides into his sweatpants. His hips jerk forward slightly at the sudden contact. "Fuck..." He whispers hoarsely, one hand moving to cover his while the other grips his wrist tightly.* "Wait... I'm not... I mean…”

Changbin's eyes flicker up to Seungmin's. “Do you want me to stop?”

Seungmin swallows hard, his eyes locked onto Changbin's. His hips buck up slightly against his hand, his cock throbbing in his grip. "I... No..." He admits softly, his voice barely a whisper. "But... I'm not gay or anything.”

“You're not?” Changbin gives him a playful smirk as his hand moves up and down on his length. “Well, your cock says otherwise.”

His breath hitches as Changbin teases him, his cock pulsing in his hand. He bites his lip hard to suppress a moan. "Shut up... That's just a physical reaction..." His hips start moving involuntarily, fucking into Changbin's hand. "I still like girls…”

“Sure you do, pretty boy.” Changbin whispers huskily as his hand moves faster.

Seungmin's eyes flutter closed as pleasure washes over him. He nods quickly, too lost in sensation to argue. "Mhm..." His voice comes out breathy and needy as he starts fucking Changbin's hand more eagerly. "Don't tell anyone..." He whispers desperately. "...Please…”

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Too bad cause all he can manage past his lips is a whiny, “Fuuuckkk…” while thick ropes of cum spill over your hand and decorate his abs.

It’s number two out of…well let’s say until he starts shooting blanks.

“Feels good, Binnie?”

“Uh huh.” He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels your tongue on his skin, no doubt licking up the mess he’s made. “I- fuck..”

You grin as he shudders under your tongue, every lick and kiss met with a flinch. “Don’t tap out on me yet. You haven’t even fucked me.”

His head lifts as you climb on top of him, straddling his lap with a sneaky smile. “I don’t think I can.” He admits and it’s not often he does.

“Your dick thinks otherwise.”

You make your point when you drag your wetness up his length and slip it in with practiced ease.

The sound that leaves him is one for the books as you watch his eyes roll back and his fists clench at his sides.

You rest your forehead on his with a hum as you lift your hips, clenching your pussy around him while his length drags out of you and smacks his belly.

“Please..”

It’s so quiet you nearly miss it but if the needy thrust of his hips were anything to go by, you could have sworn you heard him say,

“Please..put it b-back in..”

“Ohh, baby. You ask so nicely. I thought you said you couldn’t do it? Hm?” You wait for his explanation as you maneuver his length back into you.

“I-I know I said that but I need you to-“ He chokes on his words when you shift your hips down.

“You need me to what, Binnie?” You kiss his cheek. “Need me to keep making you cum?”

“Yes! Yes please!” He pants, as you adjust your position, bringing your knees up and leaning back to brace your hands on his thighs

From there you can ride the hell out of him with his rigid length held hostage in your walls as his voice starts to crack with every moan he lets out.

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before he’s cumming again without much warning. All he’s knows is there are stars in his vision and tears brimming his eyes.

His load leaks out as you keep fucking yourself on top of him, barely letting him come down from the clouds before you’re coaxing him towards another one.

You watch a tear slide down his cheek as his lip juts out in a pout, silently pleading you to let him have a break.

But every time you think about stopping and letting him breathe, the image of him coming through the door in that fuck ass tank top and low hanging grey sweats flashes across your mind and you clench around him.

“Okay! Okay! Fuck, baby please!” He cries, like actually cries.

His tears are never ending and his throat feels raw. “Please please please…” He pleads, lip trembling as he feels that pressure in his abdomen again.

His hands are shaking as he grips the sheets beside him and god he is just so…

“Pathetic. You can’t give me another one?”

He shakes his head so hard you think it’ll fall off.

“I-I can’t- fuck it hurts!”

“That’s too bad, Binnie. I’m so close and I can feel you twitching inside me so I know you are too. You don’t want to cum with me?”

You don’t need the answer, not when he forces his hands off the sheets and onto your waist, guiding you up and down no matter how much it hurt.

“That’s my boy! It’s right there.” You bring a hand to your clit, rubbing the bud just enough to feel that pressure release and leave you breathless.

Changbin follows hopelessly, his muscles flexing as he fills you again, his fingers digging into your skin as he whines.

"Unfair!" You throw a cushion in his direction. He half-dodges it, but it still scrapes his face. "You have to show me one now!"

"No!" He pushes your legs off his lap, "the whole point of this is that you go in with no expectations."

Your shoulders slump and you fall back against the couch. You cross your arms when he scooches closer to you. You sigh, "it's hard."

"I know," Felix soothes, reaching out to calm his hand down your arm, "but I've told you, he is a complete gentleman okay? And if he does anything that remotely makes you uncomfortable, you can brag about it all you want and give up on men entirely." He watches your face for a reaction, but there's only a small tilt of your head. He continues, "I refuse to let you give up on love because of-"

"Don't even say his name."

"That little twerp." He finishes, "I promise you Y/N, Changbin is nothing like him."

Date One:

"I feel ridiculous." You slump, smoothing over the outfit Felix practically forced you in to.

"Well you look beautiful," he mutters, rounding your figure to adjust several things on your outfit.

You think for a moment, a small blush creeping up on your face as the question forms on your tongue. Usually, you'd be embarrassed to ask such things, but with Felix, there's never any judgement. "You... you told me he was hot..." you let your eyes flick over to his, "how hot exactly?"

"If you're wondering if he's going to be attracted to you, I'm going to stop you right there." He doesn't look at you, just keeps fiddling with the outfit.

"You said he was rich."

"Okay yes, but you can't tell him I told you that... he hates people knowing."

"So what you're saying is he could have anyone... any girl he wants... and he's being forced to go on a date with me."

"Right," Felix drops his hands and sets his eyes on you, "I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I've shown him your instagram, I've talked to him about the things you like. He wants to go on this date with you. If you saw the way he blushed when I showed him that picture I took of you at Hyunjin's New Years Party, you wouldn't be doubting him for a second."

"Don't remind me of that party..." you huff, "that's literally my favourite picture of myself and it's tainted with memories of him."

"Yes, it's tragic..." he muses, taking a step back to take you in. "You're so beautiful Y/N."

"You have to say that."

He sighs, "you know, one of these days, someone is going to say that to you and you'll believe it."

"No we've been through that. And now he's god knows where, burying himself in god knows who." You smile at him, rather sarcastically. 

"Right." Felix perks up, "no more talking about what's in the past. Tonight is about your future. Tonight is about healing," he grabs your shoulders, "you don't owe him a second date, but you owe it to yourself to go on this one. To open yourself back up. Trust me, this is good for you."

You can do nothing else but nod. 

You shift silently on the pavement. You feel ridiculous. Ridiculous and nervous. Felix insisted you arrive 10 minutes early. You hate to admit it, but it was smart. Changbin, having known what you look like thanks to Felix, would be the one to approach you. You wouldn't need to look around the restaurant awkwardly trying to find a man you'd never met. 

"Y/N?" His voice is like a siren call, drawing your attention to your left. "I'm Changbin," his voice makes you so weak you forget to be cynical for a moment. 

You allow your eyes to rake over his body. Felix wasn't lying when he said he was built, but he failed to mention his arms would be straining against the fabric of his black button-up. The first two buttons are undone, revealing a gold chain that catches the light of the street-lamp. And then there was his face, round, angled jaw and a mop of curly dark brown hair. His eyes, dark brown and dreamy, are hidden behind small-rimmed round glasses. And then his lips. Plump, bottom trapped between his teeth.

You hate how right Felix was. He was exactly your type. But you tell yourself it's physically. He can be hot all he wants, but he could have a horrible personality. 

"These are for you," he reveals a large bouquet of flowers. Shit. 

"Thank you..." you finally manage, "sorry.. um... I'm Y/N."

"I know," when he smiles it's sweet. His cheeks go full and his lips pull taut. He points to the restaurant door, "shall we?"

You nod. 

Before you can even reach for the handle, he's pulling the door open for you. He gestures inside, waiting until you're inside before he enters too.

He booked a nice table. A quiet one in the corner, with a view of the river outside.

The chatter was classic first-date small talk. You force polite smiles and craft the perfect responses. He does the same.

But then that demeanour slips.

"You're really beautiful," he whispers, nearly like he wasn't meant to say it out loud. But you heard it. And because he hasn't looked away from you, he sees the flinch in your reaction. He clears his throat, "sorry. I'm trying to be respectful but I'm having a hard time taking my eyes off of you."

You chuckle, because is this guy serious? You narrow your eyes at him, "you're good at this."

"At what?"

"Flirting."

He chuckles and drops his eyes to his plate. You feel it in your own stomach. He looks back up to you, shurgging, "I'm just being honest."

"Sure you are."

He watches you for a moment before, "Lix told me you almost pulled out of coming."

"Did he?" You ask, but already know the answer. You mutter, "snitch."

"But I'm glad you didn't," he says it with a straight face. He says it with a softness that has you double take. Because how can a voice that soft tell you something untruthful? He waits a moment, like building the courage to ask, "can I ask why?"

You shift, "why I almost pulled out or why I came anyway?"

"Both," he leans forward, caught on your every word. 

You allow yourself a breathy laugh, "well I came because Felix can be pretty persistent when he wants to be."

He laughs, "I know that much."

"And the why I almost pulled out..." you let your words die, "that's a story for another day. Not really first date material... let's just say my dating history is full of shitty men who can only think with their dicks."

You expect something more. A reaction, an argument, a 'not all men' speech. But he fixes you with the gaze he's had all night, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Not smug, but knowing. And then, he mutters something that nearly has you choking on your water. Because it's bold, entirely too bold, but said in that sweet, soft tone he's been speaking to you in, "I can change that."

You blink. He's not looking at you when he says it. He's looking down at his plate, like he's just accepted a challenge for himself. Not a sleazy one, but determined to be a mark in your history. Whether you let him stay and be your future to is up to you. At the very least he wants you to look back at his chapter and think 'maybe there is such thing as kindness.'

The waiter comes over with a little black folder and places it on the edge of the table. You both reach for it, but he snatches it up so quickly you think you've offended him. And clearly you have because he scoffs, "absolutely not. What kind of man would I be to let you pay for a date you were forced to be on?" He laughs.

His eyes are darting over the bill, hands reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. You don't think you've ever seen anything more attractive. The way his bicep bulges under the shirt as his arm flexes with the movement, the way he flips open his wallet and drops his card into the folder without care. When he signs the bill, he closes it, and hands it back to the waiter with a small kind smile.

When the waiter walks away, his eyes are back to you. You swallow, "I wasn't forced."

"Mm?"

"To be here. I wasn't forced, just heavily encouraged. I've just... it's been a while and I was nervous to come... that's why I nearly didn't... but Felix knew that... he kind always knows what's best for me."

Changbin chuckles, "I get that..." he thinks for a moment, "and for the record I was nervous too. If you could see my bedroom right now, I think I threw every shirt and pair of pants I own onto my floor and over my bed. I nearly had a breakdown at the florist because all of the bouquets looked so different, and I wanted to get the right ones for you."

You laugh. A genuine, unmasked laugh. 

When you're outside the restaurant again, he poses the question, "can I drive you home? You can totally say no, I'll understand."

You smile, "it's a 10 minute walk, I'll be fine."

"Can I walk you?" He asks, hands wringing together. His eyes flick down to the flowers in your hand, "they look heavy. I could carry them for you?"

And you found yourself saying yes. For yourself? Maybe not. But to tell Felix you said yes? Definitely. 

He takes the spot closest to the road, and you're convinced he read that somewhere. He walks close, but not enough to brush against you. His hands remain behind his back, gripping the flowers like a lifeline. 

"So how do you know Felix?" He asks.

"We met through my ex actually. He um... he kinda screwed us both over so he and I were kinda there for each other... we've been really close since."

"I see..." he nods like he's still processing.

"Sorry," you defend, "I shouldn't talk about my exes on a first date."

"It's fine Y/N." He smiles. Something about that felt genuine, like he really didn't care. 

You stop just in front of your building, "this is me."

He nods and reveals the flowers to you again, "I had a really nice time tonight."

You hum and can't help the smile that forms, "yeah.. me too."

He smiles big, but tries to lessen it a little, scared he might run you off with his eagerness. He clears his throat, "goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Changbin.."

You turn and walk up the small set of stairs outside your building. As you reach for the handle, his voice calls you back.

"Sorry if this is too forward but... I'd um... I'd like to see you again... if... if you'd like to as well..." he waits for your reaction, but is too impatient, "sorry I don't do the whole 'wait three days to call you back' thing."

You laugh, "I'd like to see you again too Changbin."

Date Two:

He'd insisted on something more casual, that's how you found yourself walking into a higher end bar. You see him immediately when you walk in. Still unruly hair flopping over his glasses-covered eyes, but the tight black t-shirt he wears feels a little different. 

Yes, the button-up suited him well. But there was something so simple about seeing him look so casual. 

"Y/N," he beams, walking over to you, "this is my favourite bar. I was thinking we could play billiards?" 

You nod and allow him to guide you over to the table. 

You'd be lying if you said you knew how to play. Instead of hiding it, you admit to it. Luckily for you, you're not playing with just anyone. You're playing with Changbin.

He takes his time to explain the rules, restating anything he thinks is complicated and helps you pick a cue. 

And now you both dance around the table, pool cues in hand, quiet chatter amongst you. 

"What is it you do again?" You ask, lining up a shot the best you can.

"Producing," he answers. He's planted the pool cue on the ground, leaning against it with one hand, the other holding onto the table. 

"You enjoy it?" The white ball rolls and rebounds off the side of the table. You sigh and stand up again.

"Very much," he starts lining up his own shot. "I would have gotten into music myself if I didn't need to come back home to take care of my mother."

"Oh," you hum, watching as he tried several angles to get the cue positioned right. "She's unwell."

"She was," he mutters and your heart drops. "But she's okay now."

You breathe a sigh of release, "that's good to hear. Would you take it up now?"

"Not a chance," he laughs, moving away to pick up the chalk and rub it on the cue, "turns out I love producing music more than I ever liked performing it."

He tries again, but the angle feels awkward. He huffs and straightens up, swinging the cue behind his back to line up the cue one last time. Satisfied, he knocks the ball and watches as it sinks his green one. He smiles.

You watch in awe, "how do you do that?"

He tries to sink another, but fails, "practice. Learning about angles and power and position."

"You sound like a professional." You state, leaning down to line up your own.

"It's rather easy actually," he watches you for a second, "here."

He rounds the table, finding a place beside you. He leans his cue against the wall and lifts his hands. He doesn't touch. Instead, he asks, "may I?" 

You nod. 

He moves beside you. Not behind like most men would do. It's intentional. His moves are intentional. One hand hovers gently around the middle of your back, still not touching. His other finds your hand and moves it back on the cue. From there, his hand glides up your arm to position your elbow better. He crouches, eyeing the angle of the cue before moving it over slightly. When he rises, he's close to your ear, "I want you to aim for the centre of the ball," he moves the cue forward a little to show you before pulling it back. "When you hit it, make sure to follow through, and with enough power," he pulls the cue back himself and your hands follow. The hand by your back is now warm and splayed across it. You're not sure when he did that.

With his grip still on the back of the cue, he pushes. You watch the white ball knock into your red one, and sinks in the back corner. You straighten with a bright smile, as it's your first one. You nearly knock him over with how quickly you rise. 

Your faces are closer than they've ever been. His eyes flick down to your lips, for a second too quick for you to comprehend before he's stepping away. 

"So yeah," he starts, but his voice is squeaky. He clears it before, "you have another turn now. You sunk it so..." he points to another ball, "why don't you try this one?"

You watch him for a moment longer before moving to line up the cue again. 

And then it's the same routine as last time. You walk outside the bar to both head home. 

"I can drive you if you'd like? It's a longer walk this time," he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You smile, thankful for the darkness in the street as you feel your face heat up under his gaze. He leads you to his car. No, he leads you to his lamborghini. Slick, black, low to the ground. He opens the door for you. You've never been in a car with doors that open up instead of out. You step inside and he closes the door after you.

You blame the hormones. Or maybe just the attractive man in the seat beside you. But watching him drive, one hand up on the wheel, the other propped on the centre console, makes heat drop right to your stomach.

"I've really enjoyed tonight Y/N. Next time we'll have to do something that you like." He laughs, sneaking a glance over to you.

"Next time?" You ask.

His smile drops, "uh well... I mean... I'd like to see you again..."

You smile, "yeah... I guess that wouldn't be too bad."

He laughs. It's more of a cackle really, but it's endearing and sweet. 

Soon you find yourself on the stairs in front of your building again. He's a step below you as you mutter goodbyes to each other. Then you get the sudden urge to be bold.

Because how can he stand there, with cheeks this kissable, but no lipstick marks to stain them? So you lean forward and press one to his cheek. He immediately goes red and coughs slightly, "uh... thank you." He mutters, before scurrying down the stairs and back into his car.

You flop onto the couch with a loud sigh. Felix pauses his movie.

"What?"

"I think I like him." You admit before slapping your hands over your face. You scream a little into them, thrashing your body a little before dropping your hands and groaning. "I hate that you've done this to me."

Felix laughs, "done what?"

"You put me in front of an attractive, sweet, caring, gentleman and expect me to be calm about it!"

"I never said you had to be calm!" He exclaims. 

You crawl up the couch more to rest your head in his lap. "Do you think he's seeing anyone else?"

"Doubt it."

You sigh, "what if I mess this up? What if... what if he's just pretending? What if when the time comes, he shows me who he truly is?"

"I can guarantee you, that whoever he is around you, is who he is."

You sigh again and settle further into Felix's lap, allowing him to push against your muscles to ease them.

Date 5:

You bumble down the stairs to meet him. He's wearing a leather jacket tonight, and you have a hard time keeping your thoughts quiet. 

You let out a small giggle as you lean to kiss his cheek. He slips his hand into you, smile wide across his face. He leans back to look at you, "how do you manage to get more and more beautiful everytime I see you?"

You smack his arm playfully, "stop it."

"I'm serious," he looks over you once more, nodding like he's agreeing with someone other than himself, "I could look at you all day."

"Well you can't," you tease, "we have a booking."

He smiles and leads you over to his car. 

The theatre is packed. You find yourself gripping tighter to Changbins hand as he guides you through the crowd. He weaves through people, trying to make his way to the snack bar. You'd insisted it was okay, and that you didn't need any snacks.

But then he said, "I'm not taking my girl to a show and not feeding her. You will have snacks." And you melted.

You don't think he even realised he called you that. 'My girl', like it was nothing or natural or something he had always on the tip of his tongue and just couldn't use the brain power to keep it in anymore. 

He stops at the front of the line, and you hug his arm. You didn't realise he'd paid for the premium package until you arrived. It's not like he every flaunted his money, and it was never really a point of conversation for either of you.

But Felix had also told you how much he enjoyed spending on other people. Yes, he bought himself a fancy car and nice apartment, but those were needs that he decided to upgrade. When it comes to the wants of other people, he spares no expense. 

You watch him order the snacks and drinks you want and hands one to you. The rest he balances in his other hand. Neither of you let go of the ones you're holding.

Tonight was good. You'd maybe even risk saying it was perfect. You felt yourself slowly melting into Changbin. His gentleness, his patience, his ability to ask questions without probing too much. Both of you knew there were things you weren't telling him, but he didn't mind.

Not that he'd told you, but he wanted you to feel safe enough with him to tell him. But he could go his whole life not knowing and be completely fine. 

He feels your hand tense in his, "Y/N?"

Your eyes are locked across the room. A familiar mop of hair, standing out amongst the crowd. He smiles like he hadn't ended your world a year ago. And before you can do anything about it, he's walking over to you.

"Y/N." That voice. That horrid, scratchy voice. And those fucking eyes. You feel disgusting under his gaze. "It's been a minute." He eyes the way you cling to Changbin.

Who, still confused by the situation, introduces himself. But he can feel how uncomfortable you are. 

"This is my ex." You whisper to Changbin, "this is Changbin," you say louder.

"Ah, your new side piece huh?"

Your stomach drops, your heart breaks. He's still the same, still the asshole, dickhead, son of a bitch you once knew. 

Changbin straightens, "are you being territorial about a girl you barely know anymore?"

Your ex blinks, and his demeanor falters. "You don't know anything."

"No, but I can tell just by looking at you that you're a dickhead."

You choke on air, turning to see Changbin's demeanour. His straight, chest puffed out and shoulders rolled back. He looks confident. Confident and hot. 

"Listen here-" your ex nears.

Changbin tuts and nods his head towards the security guard, whose eyeing them both up, "I wouldn't go doing anything crazy now."

And with that, he scoffs and walks away.

Changbin turns to you, "are you okay?"

You can't form any words. 

Why does he have to show up now? Now, when you'd just started letting yourself heal, after you had just met Changbin?

"Hey, let's go," he says, dragging you towards the doors.

"No, we paid for the tickets."

He shrugs, "I heard it's lame anyway. Plus, we got our snacks so we're set for the rest of the night." He pulls you outside.

Instantly you feel better. Whether it's the cool, fresh air hitting your face, or maybe it's the absence of the vile creature you used to date. Or there's another option, where it's the presence of Changbins hand in yours. Either way, your heart doesn't feel so heavy.

"If you want, we can go back to my place and watch that movie you've been talking about?"

You think for a moment, eyeing him off suspiciously.

"What?" He asks.

"Are you not put off by that?"

"By seeing your ex?" He asks and you nod, "no. Should I be?"

"No."

He waits a moment, "well then I'm not. I can drop you home if you'd prefer?"

"No, I um... I like the sound of movie night."

"Perfect," he smiles, opening the door of his car for you, "you can wear something of mine if you'd like so you're not so uncomfortable." He drops, before closing the door and rounding the car. 

And when you walk into his place, the nerves start to build up again. Because this apartment, which you thought would be void of all personality, is surprisingly cozy. The building itself is modern, the technology is modern, but the furniture provides a warmth you hadn't expected. 

"Here," he hands you a pair of basketball shorts and his hoodie, "the bathroom's just in there."

He points and you enter. 

When you emerge, you find him making popcorn in the kitchen and pouring you each a drink. He's wearing a tank top. A fucking tank top. It's the first time you're seeing his arms exposed like this. 

"Hey," you croak out, trying to sound unaffected by him.

"Hi," his voice is sweet and his eyes find you in the doorway. He mutters, "fuck. Careful jagi, you look that good in my clothes I might have to pack you a suitcase full of them."

"Binnie..."

"Fuck," he drops what he was doing to turn his body to you fully.

"What now?"

"You've never called me that before."

"Oh, sorry."

"No don't apologise." He walks over to you, "I liked it. A little too much actually. You can... if you want... you can call me that anytime."

"Okay Binnie," you chuckle when he squeezes his eyes shut.

"You're going to kill me," he laughs, walking back into the kitchen to retrieve the popcorn.

Once you're settled on the couch, close but not cuddling, you decide to bring it up. He's searching for the movie, trying to find which platform it's on.

"Binnie?"

"Yes Princess?" He responds, eyes still glued to the screen.

"Can I... can I tell you something?"

The remote is out of his hand in a second and his body is turned to you, "anything."

"I... I just wanted to thank you for before. With my ex," your heart is beating like crazy. You hadn't spoken about it with anyone other than Felix. And it was your fifth date with Changbin. But you had to say something. "He wasn't exactly... he... he just treated me like shit... like I was his maid, and his cook and his therapist... and everything was always about what he wanted... what meal he wanted, what show he wanted to watch. We only ever had sex when he wanted to... even sometimes when I wasn't even in the mood..."

"Princess," he grips your hands tightly, "I'm so sorry..."

"You don't need to apologise. I feel like I need to apologise to you!"

"What? Why?"

"Because I haven't been able to... like... give myself fully to you... like we haven't even kissed and I haven't been that open with you..."

"Princess..." he soothes, "I don't care about that. I do, but I care that you do right by yourself first. You tell me what you need. You tell me what you want me to know when you're ready, not because you feel you owe it to me, because you don't."

"I just," you're holding back a tear, "I'm just worried that the waiting is going to make you resent me..."

"I don't think I could ever find a reason to resent you. And I'll wait until you're ready. And even if, a month from now, you decide you can't do it, I'll respect it and move on." He moves closer to you, "because-" you're not looking at him, "listen to me. Eyes up here. Because, you deserve happiness. You deserve love."

You're not sure how, or why or when, but a moment later, your lips are on his. He stills, breathing you in by letting you take the lead. It's soft, charged and addicting. You pull away a moment later and "sorry! Sorry- I should of asked! I should have-"

"Do it again." His voice is low and his tongue darts out to taste what's left of you on his lips. He's staring at yours, "please Y/N..." he flicks his eyes back up to you, "unless you-"

"Don't ask if I want to." You stern, "you always ask that. You always add 'if you want to' like I would ever say no to you."

"Jagiya," he breathes before your lips meets again.

This time it's hungrier, like the thought of not kissing you would kill him. His hand comes to cup your cheek, as he brings your face closer to his own. He moans into your mouth, like he's been holding back for so long. 

When he pulls back for air, his hand remains on your face and his eyes stay closed. "God I don't think I ever want to do anything else ever again." His eyes flutter open, "I just want to kiss you for the rest of time."

You laugh and lean back in.

Date 10:

"Binnie! Come on!" You giggle, dragging him over to the shooting game. You pause in front of it, "you have to win me a prize or else you're not a real man."

He gives you a fond smile, "is that so Princess?"

"Mmhm," you nod your head.

"I assume you want the big one?" 

"No!" You scoff, "I want the pink bunny!"

He looks over the prizes, eyebrows screwing together. "Jagi, that's a pig."

"It's very much NOT. It's a pink bunny!"

"It's clearly a pig!" He turns back to you, "but if you want the pig you can have the pig," he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. 

You pull back, but your faces remain close together and you whisper, "bunny."

"Pig," he whispers back.

If you weren't sure about your decision before, you're sure of it now. You want to call him more than just the guy who spends all his money on you. You want to call him more than the guy you have fun with. 

And seeing him now, handing over the last tickets in exchange for more turns to win you the prize, you couldn't be more sure.

Eventually, the guy behind the counter fishes down the plush and hands it over to him. Changbin beams, turning to you immediately, "your pig m'lady."

"Bunny!" You laugh, but pull it close anyway. 

"I don't know why you wanted that one so badly..."

"It reminds me of you!" You giggle.

"How?"

"It has your energy!" You laugh together, the sounds of the carnival allowing you to be as loud as you want. 

Your eyes drift over to the ferris wheel, "come on," you say, picking up his hand and dragging him over. 

The wheel whirs to life, the carriage you're in rocks a little under the movement. It moves, then stops, and moves then stops. With it rocking like this, you scooch closer to Changbin to steady yourself. 

"It's so pretty from up here," you laugh and turn to him, "and don't pull the 'you're the better view' bullshit on me."

"At least you know it," he shrugs, "means I've done my job."

You smile at him, and soon the wheel stops at the top. 

"Binnie?"

"Yes Princess?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Jagi." He smiles.

You take a deep breath, smile impossibly big and painful. "Binnie, would you be my boyfriend?"

"What?" His smile drops and his eyes widen. You know it's not a bad reaction, it's just a reaction. "You... you want me... to be... your boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"YES!" He shouts and you flinch. He reaches for you, "sorry- sorry Jagi I got excited." He clears his throat, "yes Y/N... I want nothing more than to be your boyfriend."

"Really?"

"Are you kidding?" He leans over and smashes his lips into yours. It's quick, heated and adorable. He pulls back, thumbs caressing over your cheeks. He sighs and takes you in, "you're as beautiful as the day I first saw you."

"Lixie showed you a picture before I saw you."

"No..." he shakes his head, "do you know how long I was standing around, building up the courage to approach you?" You look at him confused, "I was half an hour early Jagi. I watched you arrive, I watched you stand there and I had to psych myself up to approach you because holy shit, that's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, how on earth would I ever be in her league? And now..." he leans over again, "and now she's my girlfriend. I have a girlfriend!" He turns his head to shout into the air, "I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!"

You slap your hand over his mouth, "oh my god Binnie."

He pretends to bite your hand, forcing you to pull it back. You're laughing, and so is he. 

It fades into his sweet smile, the one you've grown so fond of. 

"I have a girlfriend," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again.

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He lets out a content sigh as you sink down onto him. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers almost inaudibly. He clenches his jaw, like he’s trying so hard to keep still. You pause once he’s fully inside, taking your time to adjust to his size. 

He props himself up on his elbows, unable to stop himself from staring at where he disappears inside of you. Slowly, experimentally, you roll your hips. His mouth falls open at the movement. A small amount of sweat already causes his biceps to glisten in the low light. You moan, and his eyes snap up to admire your blissed expression. 

You keep grinding, feeling him hit the perfect spot inside you, clit brushing against him with every motion. Fuck, he’s so good for you. You chase your high by speeding up ever so slightly. He grips your waist and sets a slower pace himself. “ - Gonna kill me,” he whimpers, “Not gonna last.”.

He can’t help himself - he thrusts once up into you, still moving your hips. You let out a choked moan, eyes squeezing shut. He can see how weak you are - sleepiness and pleasure finally overtaking you. He takes the opportunity to sit up and hold you against his chest. You never stop your motions. 

The new angle has his cock reaching deeper inside. He feels you squeeze tighter, and his head falls to your shoulder. He’s done for when you breathe his name like it’s the only thing you remember. He needs you to come with him, needs you to feel just as good as he is. 

He reaches between your thighs and rubs small circles on your clit. A few more delicious motions, and both of your highs hit you together. He lets out a final moan, lightly biting your skin in an attempt to be quiet, and you feel the familiar warmth inside you. You try to ride out your own pleasure, but falter, his name falling from your lips as his fingers stay on your clit. 

He keeps holding you against him, giving you both time to catch your breath. Eventually, he chuckles quietly and softly kisses your neck. “Thank you, baby,” he murmurs. He falls back with you into the mattress, whispering his praises until you fall asleep again.

MINHO

The entire world has faded to just you two in his hotel room. Minho’s sighs and flustered groans ring in sync with your heavenly grinds. His upper back is pressed against the headboard. It must be uncomfortable, but he doesn't seem to even know where he is right now. Usually he’s a lot more composed than this. Usually, he wouldn’t just let you climb on his lap, tease your tongue down his neck, whisper how good he’s being in his ear. However, his muscles are heavy after performing, and you looked so sweet asking, of course he gave in to you. 

The view of you is enough to draw out an unhurried smile that reveals his bunny teeth. His gleaming eyes search yours – intent on mentally cataloguing everything about this moment. That focus doesn’t last long. All it takes is one more small bounce, one more of your barely-contained gasps, and his head lolls backwards. His eyelids shutter halfway closed, but he never stops watching you. You’re squeezing around him perfectly, and you’re so warm in his arms, fuck, he can’t remember why you don’t do this more often. 

You’re beautiful like this. Moaning for him. Full of him. Giving everything to him, just as he gives everything to you. “C’mere,” he murmurs before pulling you further into his embrace. He kisses you, slow and sensual, absorbing your sounds as you keep rocking on him. His cock drags along your fluttering walls with every movement. Still working his lips against yours, he brings his hand down between your bodies to circle your clit in time with your grinds. As if reading the other’s mind, both of you speed up at once, chasing both your highs. 

Eventually, you have to pull away to breathe. “Minho,” you pant, gripping your nails into his shoulders, “Minho, feelsogood.” 

His cock twitches in you. His name, lovely and melodic, falling from your lips alone is almost enough to send him over the edge. Combined with your warm cunt pulling him in and the slight pain digging into his shoulders, he’s so close. He can tell you are too; your motions are starting to falter as heat builds inside you. His free hand holds your waist steady, helping guide you through the motions.

Another roll of your hips. Another gorgeous moan. “Baby, fuck,” is all the warning he can give. He groans your name, his grip tightens around you, and you feel the familiar warmth inside you. His orgasm triggers your own. Overwhelming pleasure washes over your body with Minho still circling your clit in an attempt to help work you through it. 

After a few seconds, the stimulation gets too much. He chuckles as you gently swat his hand away from your core. Still his lap, he straightens his positioning to get even closer to you. “Come back,” he whispers, connecting your lips again, holding you as you melt into him.

CHANGBIN

How could he ever resist his princess, laying in his bed like she knows she belongs there? 

You knew what he wanted the moment he crawled back beside you. He didn’t bother putting clothes back on after his post-gym shower. The scent of his body wash surrounds you, cozily tucked into the blankets. His damp hair is still slightly clinging to his skin. He leans in and gently kisses your shoulder. “G’morning,” he whispers against your skin. 

You kiss him in response. His groan is stifled in your mouth, but his arms wrap around your waist and easily shift you on top of him. You giggle at the sudden show of strength, matching his own smile at finally being able to feel you. He missed you so badly. 

He adjusts your hips slowly, giving you time to stop him if you want. You don’t. He moans as you sink down onto him, whispering “Fuck, princess,” into the cool air. “You don’t know what you do to me”. His head falls backwards onto the pillow. You take him so well. You pause, adjusting to his size, and his hands tighten on your hips, like he’s trying to contain himself. 

You sit up to straddle him and finally move, dragging your hips once back and forth. He bites back a gasp. God. He’s deep inside you now. You’re gorgeous on top of him. Even when you’re still sleepy, chasing your pleasure, you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. 

Underneath you, his muscles glow in the morning light. He’s heartbreakingly gentle with his touches, like he’s conscious of his own strength even like this. He almost loses it when you meet his eyes and smile back, so so perfect for him. 

Another roll of your hips. His cock slowly drags against your walls at your relaxed pace, and he’s no longer trying to hide his sounds. You speed up ever so slightly, chasing your own high. His eyes squeeze shut. Curses and pretty moans fall from his lips the more you keep going, the more you keep perfectly squeezing around him. 

You’re lost in him. Every motion brings you closer. He’s filling you perfectly, and your clit grazes him at every movement. You lean forward, anchoring your arms on his chest for support “Baby, fuck,” you breathe out, and his eyes snap open again to check on you. 

He groans at the sight - he can’t help it. You look wrecked for him. He’s not going to last. He needs you to come with him, fuck, he’s already holding back. 

You feel him start rubbing lazy circles on your clit in rhythm with your pace. Your choked cry is music to his ears. His other hand catches you when you slump forward, not able to support yourself anymore. “I know, princess,” he groans, voice as wrecked as you feel. “I know, I’ve got you.” 

Pressed against his chest, your release washes over you. He tries to keep rubbing your clit, his fingers faltering from the feeling of being squeezed tighter as yours continues. His own high hits him, and he moves his hand up to hold you as you feel the familiar warmth inside you. 

He doesn’t let go afterwards. You’re laying on him, wrapped in his arms, and he swears he’s in heaven. “Let’s just stay here,” he whispers, “for a little bit longer.” You nod against him. He has no intention of moving anytime soon. 

HYUNJIN

The only sounds in the room are your intertwined moans and the creak of the bedframe, matching the steady rhythm of your grinds against him. Sleepiness still lingers in the air, but right now, you each want to make the other feel good. “That’s my girl - fuck,” he moans from below you. Tiny amounts of sweat clings his hair to his skin. His hands grip your waist, not bruising, just guiding. “You feel so good - always s’good for me.” 

He fills you up so well. The angle has him hitting the perfect spot, and your clit brushes against him with every grind. Every movement brings you closer to your release. 

You roll your hips slowly, feeling every inch of him deep inside you. He sucks in a sharp breath. His grip on your waist tightens almost imperceptibly. A whine escapes his lips, eyes quickly darting to yours to check if you heard it. 

Of course you did. You smile back down at him and repeat the motion, enjoying the view of his head falling back as he stifles another whine. One hand drops from your waist to cling to the rumpled bedsheets, like he’s holding himself back. 

Another roll of your hips. His cock pushes further in, causing your knees to weaken from pleasure. You whimper, “Hyunjin, baby -” 

“I know, I’ve got you,” he breathes, and brings his hands up to support your weight. You let your body slump forward, leaning your arms against his chest as you try to keep your rhythm. His gaze lingers on your breasts, swaying as you move. 

Your pace falters more with each delicious grind, your high quickly approaching. He feels your walls clench around him and he knows you won’t last much longer. Neither will he. He needs you to come with him, but fuck, he’s already almost there. 

His eyes clench tight, one of his signs that he’s close. “Baby, please,” he begs, for nothing specifically and everything at once. He grabs your hand and guides it to your clit, choking on a sob as he watches you rub small circles in rhythm with your pace. 

Your orgasms overtake you at once. His name falls from your lips over and over, like a prayer, as waves of pleasure wash over you. He groans as he spills familiar warmth deep inside you. 

Afterwards, you lean forwards, laying on his chest. He runs a hand through your hair, pausing every so often to kiss the top of your forehead. He whispers, “I love you,” against your forehead. Eventually, the two of you drift off to sleep, still tangled in each other.

HAN

Everyone else is asleep. He should be quiet. He should stop moaning. However, he’s buried deep inside his pretty girl, and he wouldn’t notice if the world ended right now. You’re on his lap, kissing down his neck, driving him insane. He angles his head to give you more space, and moans even louder as you take advantage of it. 

You shift your weight, pushing him deeper inside you. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder. Everything about him - his scent, his touch, him - invades your senses. He’s brushing the perfect spot, and you’re not even moving yet. Like he’s reading your mind, he slightly squeezes your hips, his fingers digging into where they rest. 

His eyes are big behind his glasses. His chest rises and falls with how heavily he’s breathing. 

You rotate your hips, enjoying the view of his eyes rolling back into his skull. You moan in tandem - the sensation is too delicious for you to stop now. You repeat your motions. His high-pitched whine only spurs you forward, chasing the sensation of his cock hitting deep inside you again and again. His nails dig deeper into your skin. Already, the pain mixed with pleasure is almost too much. 

He’s not doing much better. Each time you moan his name brings him closer to the edge. He needs you to finish before him. He moves his hand to grip your inner thigh, thumb barely brushing your clit. He looks up at you, tears shining in his eyes. “Can I, please?” he breathes out. 

You nod so fast your vision slightly blurs. 

“thankyouthankyouthankyou” 

Then he’s pressing slightly harder, rubbing lazy circles while staring intently at where he’s connected to you. His glasses fall slightly down his nose. He doesn’t care. 

Fuck. Your movements get sloppier as the pleasure builds. His bedframe scrapes against the wall as you speed up. He’s incapable of forming words, just babbling half-sentences of praise. “Fuck, baby - so good for me - please - fucking please,” spills out. 

He can feel how close you are with how you clench around him. He just needs to hold on for a bit longer. He keeps rubbing your clit, and lifts himself up to kiss you. His lips work against yours, hoping he can convey his passion through it. 

Your orgasm hits you like a train. Your moans grow in volume as you try to ride it out. He never stops rubbing your clit. His own follows closely behind yours, spilling deep inside you. He breaks the kiss to repeat your name like a prayer.

You fall against his chest, both of you panting as you come down. His arms engulf you and squeeze you tighter against him. “Thank you,” he whispers against your cheek. Reluctantly, he moves you off his lap and ensures you’re comfortable laying against him. You two stay like that, holding each other, until you both drift off to sleep.

FELIX

His deep moans amplify the lust residing in the air. The only light comes from his long-forgotten PC, the abandoned login screen illuminating you two on his bed. Felix forgot the game exists. Right now, he’s just focused on trying to control himself as you roll your hips on top of him.  

You’re in his arms, making out with him, running your fingers through his long hair. You’re always so perfect for him. Always his ethereal angel. He’s already lost in you, and you’ve barely started. As you continue your slow movements, he breaks your kiss to brush a loose strand of hair out of your eyes, whispering, “so, so beautiful,” almost to himself. His cock twitches just from your resulting sweet smile.

You take your time, enjoying every inch of him. Your clit brushes against him with every movement. Your quiet moans are the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. He would stay here listening to you forever, if you let him. 

He’s vaguely aware he has a roommate on the other side of the wall, but that awareness is waning by the second. It’s gone completely when you speed up, chasing the feeling of him hitting deep inside you. He lets out a choked groan. His abs flex with restraint, like he’s holding himself back. 

Curses mixed with your name spill from his lips. One hand gently lands on your inner thigh, then travels over to your clit, rubbing small circles in rhythm with your motions. Your eyes squeeze shut, entirely focused on your building pleasure. 

“Look at me, angel,” his low voice breathes out. “Please.” Of course you do, and fuck, he looks divine. His freckled cheeks twinge pink. His long hair falls messily over his shoulders.  He holds your gaze and sighs, “That’s my girl.” 

You clench around him at the praise, and he swears he sees heaven for a moment. His head falls back into the pillow behind him as he keeps babbling, “Feels so good - always s’good - angel, fuck.” A few more motions, and you weaken from the sensations, leaning forward to steady yourself on his chest. Your combined moans fill the room. 

God, he’s so close, but he needs you to come with him. His fingers speed up on your clit, rubbing faster circles as he revels in your noises. Your highs hit together. He moans even deeper as you feel the familiar warmth inside you. Your hips falter on him as you try to ride out your waves of pleasure. He works you through it, still babbling out his love for you. 

Afterwards, he wraps his arms around you once more, pressing you into his bare chest. “Thank you, angel,” he whispers into your hair. He holds you against him, wrapped up in his sheets and each other, until you both drift off to sleep.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin could not care less about the rest of his members going about their nightly routines outside his door. Why would he, when you’re in his arms, making out with him, slowly rolling your hips like you have all the time in the world. You do, as far as he’s concerned. He never rushes with you if he can help it. 

Your hands are laced in his hair, absentmindedly twirling some longer strands between your fingers. He moans at the sensation every so often. Right now, he would do anything if it meant you would stay in his bed, making him feel so good he’s about to start seeing stars. Your lips are so soft against his, and he’s fitting wonderfully inside you - squeezing like you are perfectly made for him. 

You pause your movements for a moment, and he actually whines. He pulls away from the kiss to steady his breathing. His efforts are futile - his breaths quickening again when you sit up, him still inside you, and graze your fingers over his chest. The new angle is pushing him in deeper than he was before. He moans your name and leans his head back into the pillows beneath him. 

You resume your motions, feeling every inch of his cock hitting deep inside you. He genuinely might lose it from the sight alone. His hands rub up and down on your thighs, trying to feel as much of you as possible. He can’t help himself - moaned snippets of praise spill out of his mouth faster than he can register his own words. “Fuck, baby - so good - oh my god - you’re beautiful,” is just part of what you’re able to catch. 

Your clit brushes against him with every grind. The sensation is delicious, paired with Seungmin’s whimpering voice and him staring up at you like you’re a goddess, you’re not going to last. He’s not either - he’s babbling more with each passing second. From below you, he stares up, suddenly looking more desperate. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, and thrusts lightly up into you. 

You weaken from it, leaning forward onto him. He takes advantage of the position to kiss you again. “I’m yours,” you whisper against his lips. 

That does it. His head falls forward into your shoulder, whining softly again, as you feel the familiar warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows quickly afterwards, pleasure washing over you, your pace faltering as you try to ride it out. 

For a few moments, neither of you move. He rubs small circles on your back as he attempts to recover from the slight overstimulation. Eventually, you begin to get off him, only to be met with him lightly grabbing you, keeping you in place. “Don’t,” he murmurs, “please.”

JEONGIN

He’s most beautiful in the quiet moments. He’s ethereal always, but there’s something about the unguarded version of Jeongin, with messy hair, easy smiles, and holding you close like he can’t fathom ever letting you slip away, that always gets you needing more. Outside, the low hum of others in the same space filters through the bottom of his door, but they might as well be lightyears away for all the attention Jeongin pays them. It’s easy to forget that anyone else exists. It’s easy to revel in each other, barriers shed, until every stress, every thought vanishes. 

You pull away from the kiss first, Jeongin’s eyes still closed and moving to follow after you, a line of spit that should be much more obscene than it actually is connecting the two of you. “Can’t wait anymore,” he murmurs, eyes still closed. “Please,” he adds, “just want you.” Underneath you, his flannel pajama bottoms tent seemingly painfully. You’re not doing much better. 

“Anything for you,” you breathe, intended as teasing, but it comes out more like an admission. Regardless, it has the desired effect, a strangled groan leaving him as he shimmies out of his clothes with record-breaking speed. 

Your moans intertwine as you sink down onto him. You’ve done this countless times, and will be in this position countless more, but you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the delicious pressure in the first few seconds. He knows this, too, if his barely-contained smug expression is anything to go by. It vanishes when you roll your hips, feeling his cock deep inside you. His forehead falls forward onto your shoulder, his hair tickles your collarbone. His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose. 

“Fuck,” he groans into your skin, “you’re so good at that.” As if to accentuate his point, he can’t contain a sharp inhale as your movements speed up. 

Like mirror images of each other, the cockiness on your face is wiped away as his fingers find your clit to rub small circles in sync with your grinds. Raising his head again, his gleaming eyes search yours, soaking in your pleasure as much as he can. He can’t help himself; he thrusts up once, smiling again at your gasp. He pulls you in to kiss you again, lips working against yours, only broken by the moans escaping both of you. 

Your movements falter the more your pleasure builds. Jeongin notices. Of course he does – he notices everything about you. His fingernails dig into where they rest on your hip, surely leaving crescents to discover in the morning, and without breaking rhythm, he takes over setting the pace himself. 

It doesn’t take long with Jeongin fitting perfectly inside you, his fingers circling your clit, his lips heated against yours. Your release washes over you with a cry of his name. He keeps moving you, keeps touching you, to help you ride it out. A few more motions, and he follows, your name falling from his lips. 

A few moments pass. He holds you pressed against his chest as you both catch your breath, Eventually, you move to get off him, but his grip only tightens, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Stay here with me,” he whispers.

you turn your head toward him and glare at him through your lashes. 

“i can’t put my hand right there?” you lift your tangled hands and gesture to his thigh with them. 

“you can’t!” he fusses. it’s his turn to gesture with your entwined hands, tossing them in the air to get his own point across and then using them to push his glasses up his round nose. “not when you’re- no.”  

“not when i’m what?! finish your sentences!” 

he hollers, silly and unserious and loud enough to almost cover the roar of the engine if only for a moment. 

“you’re trying to seduce me! i’m trying to follow the laws of the road and you’re trying to seduce me! i’m carrying precious cargo, yeobo, you can’t distract me.” 

he pulls his hand away from yours to wag a chiding finger at you. it’s as natural as it can be, the way his hand immediately goes for your thigh when he’s finished. his thick fingers curl over the tender inside, thumb caressing the sensitive skin absentmindedly. he’s so focused on the road that you’re almost certain he doesn’t even realize he’s done it. 

“so you can touch mine but i can’t touch yours?” you ask incredulously. you cross your legs to trap him between them. 

“huh? oh.” changbin does a double take. his fingers wriggle under the weight of your crossed legs, and he grins smugly. “yes, that’s right.” 

“that’s really stupid.” with his hand not keeping yours at bay for the time being, you reach for him again, tucking your own fingers under the wide leg of his shorts to feel his skin. he’s warm. he always is, skin warm and soft to the touch, plush and squishy where it’s pressed to the seat. changbin lets you have your way for a moment, your ever indulgent sweetheart, but he ultimately picks your hand up again and brings it to his mouth this time, pecking slow kisses over your knuckles. 

he’s quieter when he speaks up again; there’s a secretive little smile tugging at the corner of his pink lips that he presses to the back of your hand. 

“you can’t put your hand there or else i’ll… get, ah. excited.”  

you snort loudly, and changbin petulantly blows a wet raspberry onto the back of your hand before pushing it back into your own lap with a loud cry. he places both of his hands firmly on the steering wheel at ten and two. that doesn’t last for long though, not when you turn your body toward him and he uses his right hand like a shield for his face so you can’t see him. 

“you’re a pervert!”

“did you want me to lie?!” changbin booms. it turns into a laugh at the end. 

getting him excited wasn’t the idea, but it’s certainly not a bad one. there’s a long stretch of road ahead and a good while until you reach the vacation house the seo family booked for a quick, last minute getaway. changbin’s favorite r&b playlist is crooning through the speakers of his sports car, and suddenly you can think of at least one thing that’s more fun than a riveting game of i spy. 

he’s gone quiet. you look at him again without the playfulness from moments before. his head is nodding to the beat, pretty lips mouthing the words from some song you don’t care to know the name of. every now and then his fingers tap the beat against the steering wheel, and it’s not until his other hand finds your thigh absentmindedly again that you decide to break the silence. 

“changbin.” he hums but keeps his eyes on the road. “changbin. pull over.” 

“hm? oh, do you have to pee?” 

you thunk your head against the headrest and roll your head to the side to glare at him again. your glare turns soft around the corners the longer he goes without looking at you, so soft that it can no longer be considered a glare, eyes only saccharine and moony when they’re directed at changbin. he’s so fucking handsome. his car is so nice. 

“changbinnie,” you coo, and that gets his attention all over again. he takes his foot off the gas and looks at you then, furrowing his brows once at your expression. “baby, pull the car over.” 

he does it without question, easing his foot down onto the brake petal and veering off onto the empty shoulder of the road. he turns his hazard lights on after he puts the car in park, and you press your lips together. changbin can be so competent when he needs to be. 

“what’s wrong?” 

you shake your head and unbuckle your seatbelt. he raises his eyebrows at the sound of you removing your shoes. 

“nothing’s wrong. ‘m gonna suck you off now, baby.” 

changbin visibly blanks and then starts up again like a computer, wide eyes blinking rapidly as his lower lip pouts. he looks out the window and then down at his lap, and then over to you with a bobbling nod. 

“you- ah. here?! right now? i- okay.” 

he unbuckles his seat belt and bites his bottom lip when you lean over the center console right away. you have to pull his athletic shorts down a little to take his cock out, and changbin lifts his hips to help. he’s not hard yet, though he’s chubbing up already at the prospect of having your mouth. it’s easy enough to get him there when you know just how to press his buttons: a kiss to his mushroom tip, a slow trail down to his sac. he groans then, the corner of his lips tick. changbin snakes his hand onto the nape of your neck and caresses under your ear with his thumb. 

“your mouth is so sweet,” he murmurs. you suck him down your throat and he moans, throwing his head back against the seat. he looks back down at you quickly, like he can’t go long without having his eyes on you. changbin’s cock hardens in your mouth under the attentive batting of your tongue and suction of your lips, wetting his slit with precum that you lap up as soon as it beads. 

it’s not the most comfortable position to be in, but you bear it for the sake of taking his cock down your throat. your body is leaned uncomfortably over the center console, balancing on your knees and braced by your elbows. he must be able to tell how uncomfortable you are because he throws his arm over your back and helps ease you closer, using his strength to shift you while your mouth is occupied. his other hand cards through your hair to keep it out of your eyes. 

you hum around his tip and he hums back weakly. changbin’s noises always spur you on; you’re always eager to pull more from that plump little mouth, and changbin is just as eager to give them to you. his sweet sounds make your cunt throb in the confines of your shorts — you’d rub your thighs together for some relief if only you could. 

“fuck.” it’s grit through pearly teeth. “fuck. fuck, gorgeous, please.” 

his hips raise to chase the warmth of your mouth, rolling forward just as you bob your head down to cram as much of his short, thick length into your mouth as he can. he bulges your cheeks, stretches the corners of your lips. almost like he’s forgotten where you are, he looks frantically to the windshield and through his driver’s side window and back down to you, cheeks and ears tinted strawberry pink. 

you pull off of him with a slick pop. changbin wipes the spit from your chin with a calloused thumb. 

“are you scared someone will see us, baby?” you ask. you raise into your knees and lean up for a kiss that he readily reciprocates, licking his own taste from your mouth with an eager tongue and soft lips. your kisses trail from his lips to his cheek, all the way over to a burning ear. you kiss that too, trap the lobe between your teeth before you speak. “don’t worry. you’re too small down there for anyone to see anyways.” 

“yah!” changbin clicks his tongue, but it doesn’t stop his eyes from fluttering. it doesn’t stop his cock from twitching either. “tch. not- not that, not here! god. god, yeobo, beautiful… can you take your shorts off?” 

you giggle then, leaning further into his space to kiss down his neck while trying to ease your shorts down at the same time. as soon as you kick them from your ankles, changbin is wrenching you over the center console and right into his lap. 

you still hit your head on the roof with a thud — changbin hisses through his teeth right when you do, and he’s cradling your head to his chest with soothing hands. 

“can i still get on this ride if i have a concussion?” your voice is muffled by his pecs. changbin thumps the back of your head and laughs. 

“ahh, my sweetie’s head is too hard for that to give you a concussion. you might have dented the roo- ow, hey, stop biting me!”  

he swats at your ass and your teeth let go of his pec. 

your glower might carry more weight if your panties weren’t soaked at the gusset. changbin’s smile is sweet and sated, like just having you in his lap and in his arms is enough. 

the scent of your shared arousal mixes with the smell of new leather and the vanilla air freshener he’s hung from the rear view mirror. he’s still smiling when he leans in to steal a kiss from your lips, kissing the pout from your mouth and easing the glower away when your eyes drift shut. 

the hand that isn’t pressed to your spine sinks between your bodies to nudge at the hem of your panties. his tongue glides smoothly against yours, but his breath turns ragged at the first brush to your sex, his fingertips dipping into the wetness between your legs. 

“mm. you’re wet,” he grins against your lips. “who made you this wet?”

you could tease. you could lie and play coy all you want, but your body doesn’t lie; it can’t when it comes to changbin. 

“changbin made me wet,” you breathe, and the groan he feeds into your mouth coats your tastebuds like sweet sugar. he kisses you again, sucks your tongue into his mouth before he pulls away to look into your eyes. 

“you make me so hard.” he shakes his head like he can’t believe it. “can you feel what you do to me? do you feel how much i want you?” 

he’s not expecting you to reach down and touch him. his cock leaks in your soft grip, dribbles salty pre down your knuckles like it wants to further prove his point. you nod your head, your lip quivers. you want him just as much, so you lift onto your knees. changbin pushes your panties to the side with wide eyes and a bitten lip, watching you sink down onto him with bated breath. 

“you’re stretching me,” your voice is tight. you whine, curling your fists into his curly orange hair. “stretching me!” 

he growls. it peters off into a whine as pitiful as yours. he helps you bounce when you’re ready, strong hands holding onto your hips to ease the work on your thighs. you know changbin though, you know his hands can’t stay still when there’s so much in front of him that he loves, so many things he can touch. your beautiful breasts, the globes of your ass, the arms that embrace him, and the cheeks that hold your smile. he doesn’t know where to touch, so he touches everywhere, hands roaming your body in a way that only he can. 

changbin is sweet, the most thoughtful man you know even when his cock is digging you out on an empty road in the middle of nowhere. his hands wind up cradling the top of your head in case you hit the roof again, and he pulls you down so that you’re pressed chest to chest, your face tucked into his neck. 

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts. his praise meets your ears like a melody. “that’s it, that’s perfect. use me like this.” 

you lift your face from his neck and take the glasses from his nose so you can press your forehead to his. it’s sweltering despite the air filtering through changbin’s expensive car, the windows beginning to fog up in random places. if you didn’t take his glasses off, they’d be steaming up too. 

your cunt clenches around his cock, your eyes threaten to roll, but you don’t want to stop looking at him. 

the clap of your hips together mixes with the sound of music playing from his speakers. the heady stream of moans and whimpers and cries that you and changbin give each other drown out the music even more than your melding bodies. changbin fucks you so well. changbin fucks you so well, and it doesn’t matter where. 

“changbin,” you whine. “changbin, changbin, bin.”

your hips stutter. you cling to his arms like you’d float away if you were to let go. he cups the nape of your neck with one strong hand and squeezes, his other arm wrapped tight around your back to keep holding you close. 

he nods. he begs. “yes. yes, don’t stop until you cum, you hear me? keep going and i will too, i promise. you’ll make me cum. i’ll make you proud and cum, yeo- yeobo, but will you cum for me first?” 

your body answers him before your brain catches up enough to. of course you’ll cum for him, of course your pussy spasms and clenches and throbs through its orgasm as soon as he asks it to. changbin kisses the cry from your lips and gives you his own when he follows with his own climax, just like he said he would. changbin empties himself inside of you and eases his hands down your back, his neat nails scratching the skin soothingly. he heaves a heavy, content sigh and smiles against your forehead when your body twitches, ticklish. 

“holy fuck,” you breathe. 

changbin is the picture of pure comfort where he lounges against the pillows of your bed, his arms spread wide and relaxed beside his head, one toned leg bent at the knee. he’s beautifully bare and beautifully spread, a decadent feast you’re not allowed to indulge in quite yet. his muscles lax and body pliant. you hear his feet swish against the rumpled sheets and a hum from so deep in his chest that he sounds like a purring cat.

a whine then. more rustling of the sheets.

“yeobo.” if you look at him, it’s over. of course it would be. you can’t resist his sweet eyes or the even sweeter curves of his small mouth in general, but especially not when he calls for you like that. “mmm~ pay attention to me.”

you haven’t gotten the chance to answer before he’s barreling on, his voice pitching as he complains from the bed.

“changbinnie is laying on such a nice, warm bed. wahhh… it’s really a shame there’s no one around to share it with...” you hear his head lift up from the pillow like he’s waiting for your reaction, his gaze pointed at the back of your computer chair. he sighs then, something put-upon and dramatic, and you hide your grin in the palm of your hand. “changbinnie is loooonely.”

“changbinnie is loud,” you say, and you’re met with a squawk. “i’m trying to pay attention to this.”

“if you paid attention to your best changbin you wouldn’t even have to try.”

you roll your eyes fondly and lean back in your chair. it squeaks with the added weight, and changbin makes some giddy sort of noise like he’s proud to finally get his way. but you haven’t turned around yet. no matter how much you crave the sight of him, no matter how much you want to see the pleased smile he’ll give you or the rounded apples of his cheeks.

“give me a little bit and i’m all yours. let me concentrate on this, hm?”

changbin clicks his tongue, huffy. “you’re already mine right now!” the sheets rustle again, and there’s movement out of the corner of your eye. you bite the tip of your nail like that will give you any more resilience, eyes nearly crossing in your failing attempts to stay focused on the screen in front of you. what website are you even on? what day of the week is it?

“concentrate on me.” the bed creaks. changbin braces himself at the edge, kneeling on the mattress and waiting so sweetly for your attention. you don’t have to see him to know his hands are placed primly on his thighs, his eyes wide and moony in wait. “if you do, i’ll be really good.”

another fond roll of your eyes. with raised eyebrows and your head leaned back against your chair, you finally roll your head to the side to look at him in mock sternness. “oh, so you’ll be bad if i don’t?”

changbin’s never bad. he’s a good boy to his core, working himself into a sweat to make you proud and bring you pleasure in any way that he can, his own endlessly heightened by yours. he whines and fusses to play coy with you but turns as sweet as spun sugar when you direct your gaze toward him, as pliant as a rag doll at a single touch. he’s your teddy bear, as gentle as a kiss, those toned muscles only put to use when you want them to be. changbin couldn’t be bad if he tried, and you know that he won’t try.

he shakes his head firmly, that smile you love so much curling the corners of his pink lips. his bottom lip hides his bottom row of teeth from view. it’s a smug little thing, spoiled, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. it falls into something softer when he speaks, his voice earnest and eyes the same.

“no,” changbin assures. his fingers twitch where they rest on his thighs. his cock follows their lead, half hard against the crook of his thigh and growing the longer you keep your eyes on him. “no, i’ll just be extra good. i’ll be extra good and make yeobo feel nice. hm? won’t you like that?”

you turn your chair and cross your legs. changbin follows the movement with wide eyes but slips them back up to your face when you still. he licks his lips, drags his teeth against his top one, and it comes away pinker than it was.

“you want to make me feel nice?” changbin nods. his breathing picks up, his chest heaves. his nipples are dusky and hard — if you sucked one into your mouth he’d whimper and writhe.

“please,” he begs. and isn’t that what you were waiting for all along? that sweet sounding word, desperate and wrecked as it tumbles from his lips. “i do, please let me. i’ll- sweetheart, you know changbinnie will do anything. you know i will, right?”

you coo, something condescending that makes his chin quiver and his cock jump. that’s when you stand on your feet, toes pushing into the carpet as you step toward him. your panties drop, your shirt lands on the arm of the chair. changbin follows you with eager eyes, his chin ducking like he wants to bow his head to you but can’t bring his gaze away from your face. you lift your hand to cup his cheek and he leans into it without hesitation, his skin warm and balmy under your tender touch. you’re just barely taller than him like this, and he looks up at you like you hung the stars in his sky.

“you’ll do anything?”

changbin nods slowly, still nuzzling into your hand. his eyes begin to droop, his lashes flutter.

his brows furrow when you slip your hand from his cheek. it doesn’t go far, trailing down the warm skin of his neck and stopping at his chest. changbin catches on quickly even when his headspace is settling in — a soft press to his sternum rocks him slightly on his heels, and changbin takes that as his cue to back himself toward the pillows. he slips from his knees and pushes himself back slowly on his palms, easing himself backwards to the head of the bed. it gives you enough room to climb onto the bed yourself, crawling on your knees and pushing yourself between his. changbin bites his bottom lip. his ears are pink, his chest is flushing just the same.

when he reaches the pillows, changbin leans back against them and arches his back. he lifts his hips to show himself off, his heavy cock standing proud and leaking at the tip from anticipation alone, and then he reaches for you when you come close enough, calloused palms sliding up your hips and squeezing the plush skin there.

you lick the tips of your fingers and bring them to his cock. a moan catches in changbin’s throat, his own fingers tightening their grip on you. he dazedly helps you settle into his lap, the backs of your thighs thrown over the tops of his, slick cunt kissing the crown of his cock as you raise onto your knees in preparation to take him. thick pressure at the warm give of your hole, twitching fingers and bated breath.

“enjoy me,” changbin pleads. his hips shift, and when you finally sink down on the short length of his cock, his thighs tremble underneath yours. “take me.”

changbin’s head is thrown back. you lean down to kiss the moan as it travels up his throat, trail your tongue to the hinge of his jaw to taste him there too, salty and sweet. he’s stretching you to your fullest, but it’s almost as if he’s the one who needs a moment to adjust to the silk between your thighs. his legs writhe, his chest jerks. a slow circle of your hips makes him keen. changbin holds you close to him in an absentminded display of strength he isn’t aware of showing — an arm around your waist, a hand on the nape of your neck. chest to chest like this, you wonder if he can feel the beat of your heart.

your nose bumps his earring. changbin squirms underneath you as your tongue laps at his lobe, a sultry whisper in his ear. “i always enjoy you.”

“yes,” changbin begs again. he squirms, his fingers curl shakily into your hair at the nape of your neck. “please.”

“yeah? you like it so much. you like being enjoyed, but i think you like being taken even more.”

he babbles then, a breathless stutter. both options too good to be true. you can hardly move with his hold on you, but your hips kick toward him softly, a grin settling on your face and tucked into his neck at the cracked mewl he gifts you with. you fuck him like that until your lower back strains; you kiss his cheek, his forehead.

“let me up, bunny.”

changbin whines. he shakes his head, sparkling eyes wide and yearning as he looks up at you.

“just a little bit, just a bit. i promise i won’t go far.” you kiss his round nose to placate him some more, but a kiss to his lips is what does it. changbin goes lax at the first press of your lips and the greedy slide of your tongue. he can’t stop touching you even now — his hands move with your body, sliding down to the dip of your back when you lift up on your knees and curling limply underneath your arm when you rest an elbow on the pillow underneath his head.

your breasts brush against his chin like this. if he leans up and you lean down, he’d have a face full of you. changbin’s throat clicks. his breath leaves him in a rush, and he promptly buries his face into your chest. he stays there as you start to roll your hips again, easier this time, the strain in your back lessening now that you’re positioned higher. changbin’s breath is hot and his lips are soft, frantic kisses pressed to every bit of you he can reach while you bounce in his lap.

“mm~mmm,” his hum bounces with you, muffled by his mouthful of nipple and his needy, flicking tongue. both of his hands slip underneath your arms to clutch at your shoulders and hang on for the ride. your nipple slips from his mouth with a slick noise, and he pants wetly into your bouncing breast, as pleased as pie, exactly where he wants to be. “yes, ahh-! take me. take me, take me.”

your hips move on their own accord, desperately rocking against him to take everything he willingly gives. changbin’s hips buck into yours like he just can’t help it, meeting you in the middle so that you feel him even deeper. your skin is beginning to stick together with sweat, the noise of your melding fills the room and makes your ears heat up. so sinful, so perfect, your beautiful give and take.

there’s no feeling in the world like this and nothing more breathtaking. changbin is like a mirage underneath you, panting and open and honest. his eyes glazed with a mixture of love and lust, his honey colored skin tinted red all the way down his chest. he’s desperate in his own ways but so are you; changbin wants to be taken and you want to take, so you do, and you will, for as long as he’ll let you.

“you like being used so much!” you whine, clenching down on his cock to make his eyes roll, but yours roll first. “you love it. you love it- i wanna-” your hips shudder, your clit rubs his smooth pubic mound and you growl like you’re rabid. “-wanna fucking keep you in my bed all the time, use you up just like you want.”

changbin hiccups. his head bobbles, a dazed nod that he can’t seem to stop once he starts. he tries so hard to focus on the words he wants to say, but his hips are rabbiting into yours and his hands are scrambling along your skin. “please. please- i’d let you, y’bo. i’ll be good, i’ll- m-mm changbinnie’s- changbinnie’s…” his words cut off. changbin arches off the bed to slam his hips into yours before he finishes his thought, breathless and overcome with pleasure. “changbinnie’s yours to use.”

“you are, baby, you are mine to use. isn’t that so nice?”

he just groans, groans and twitches and lolls his head to the side. his cheek bunches like that. his eyes are so hazy, his lips are so plump. you’re so lucky he allows himself be yours — there’s no one else you could ever want like this. changbin’s hands slide off your body like he just doesn’t have the strength to keep them there anymore. his arms flop to the bed, bent at the elbows and pliant by his curly-haired head. prime for the taking, spread out and vulnerable, changbin lets himself be used by you.

your palms find his chest so you can use him for leverage. changbin’s skin is slick with sweat but endlessly sturdy, and he watches with drooping eyes and buzzing hips while you move on top of him.

with aching thighs, you rock your hips until the burning in your belly ignites into something hotter. changbin’s thick cock strokes deep, and you cum around it with a guttural noise, as uninhibited as the way you feel about him. your knees snap around his waist, your nails claw crescents into his pecs. changbin takes everything you give him like he always does, like this is what he needs instead of a climax of his own — he circles your wrists with desperate hands to keep yours in place, grinds his hips up-up-up to lengthen your orgasm.

“did it feel good?” changbin slurs. “was it good?”

was i good? it goes unsaid, but you hear it all the same.

you lean over him again, hands sliding up his arms until your fingers entwine with his, your breasts pressing hot to his heaving chest.

“it’s always good with you. it always feels good, i always enjoy every bit of you i can get.”

he moans at your words and tilts his chin until you give him a kiss. his lips are slick, his tongue is warm. thank goodness his mouth is so little; it’s easier to learn, easier to map with your own probing tongue.

you want him to cum. you want to feel him cum inside, so you tell him just that, breathing the words into your kiss and feeling his body tense as you do.

“can i?” he asks, like he just wants to make sure you won’t change your mind. changbin is a good boy. he couldn’t be bad if he tried, and you know he would never try. “okay- okay, i’m- mmm, changbinnie’s going to- cum for you, for you… for you, i love you.”

changbin’s cum coats your insides when you tell him you love him back, eyes locked on his fluttering ones, fingers squeezing his once, twice, three times when his start to squeeze yours.

he’s cute when he cums. he’s cute all the time, almost unbearably handsome on even his worst days, but he’s really cute when he cums — his face scrunched, his cheeks puffed. he’s pretty pink and kissable, docile when he’s finished pumping you full of him, stretching underneath you like a lazy, purring cat.

“did it feel good?” you repeat his own question from minutes ago. changbin’s smile is slow and dazed, but that mirth is starting to dance in his eyes again.

“it’s always good with you~” he parrots. he was so fucked out you’re surprised he even remembered what you had said.

changbin’s soft cock slips from your clutches when you lift yourself up and off of him, laying flat on your back beside him with your arm thrown above his head. he rolls into your side then and throws a leg over your waist. his arms are tucked against the side of your chest, his nose nuzzles at your ear.

“yeobo,” he breathes. it’s hot and ticklish against your ear, and you scrunch your neck with a snort. “take me~”

“again?! slutty. you’re insatiable today!”

he sidles even closer to you, cooing silly noises into your ear and mouthing at the lobe. you squish his thigh with your fingers and he flexes it with a showy grunt.

chan answers on the second ring. 

“hello?”

“hey! how do you get blood out of the carpet?”

“uh?” you can hear his chair creak over the speaker. he’s sitting up probably. “hey! um-? hey, peroxide. peroxide, yeah, um. are you…? you good?” 

“yeah! yeah, you know. your friend made a mess on our rug, it’s fine! okay. okay- peroxide. gotta go, love you, bye.” 

chan is in the middle of immediately returning his own love you, bye when you click the little red button on your phone. you knew chan would know the right answer. chan always knows. he’s no supernatural being, no vampire or faerie or wizard, just a bit of a clean freak. 

you saunter toward the storage closet for peroxide and a sponge. thank god chan was right. you’ll never tell him that though; blood red turns pink before your eyes, and the pink bubbles and fades to white. a quick scrub with the sponge wipes away a corner of the mess entirely. 

your hair is sticking to the back of your neck by the time you’re done scrubbing changbin’s midday snack from the living room floor. you dab at your forehead with your wrist and sigh. poor, forlorn cinderella. he still hasn’t come out of the bathroom yet, and you frown. you walk to the kitchen first, washing your hands with hot water and soaking the sponge as well, making sure to chuck the emptied blood bag in the trash when you’re done. you stop by the storage closet to put the peroxide back on your way to the bathroom. 

“changbin?” you call. he says nothing. he always has something to say, so his silence makes you frown harder. “binnie, can i come in?”

you put your ear to the door then. you can’t hear much, maybe the hiss of running water like the toilet’s been flushed and a quiet sniffle. and not a sneezy kind of sniffle either. 

your spine stiffens. “bin, what is it?” 

the lock clicks then, there’s an uneven shuffle of shocked feet. you take a hurried step back from the door just as changbin opens it wide. his face crumples pitifully when he sees you; his shoulders slump inwards. you gasp at just how miserable he looks. he’s… dead. this you already know, have known. but he looks particularly more miserable than usual. 

changbin’s eyes are watery and red. his nose is pink and nearly raw at the round tip. his tan skin takes on the barest hint of gray on even his best days, but standing before you now, changbin looks tinted green. 

“oh, honey,” you coo. you reach for him without a second thought. changbin falls into your arms with a soft noise, pressing his nose to your neck and sniveling wetly. he holds his own weight as best as he can, but you can feel how weak he is in your arms. he shivers—his teeth chatter. 

in the doorway of the bathroom like this, you can’t see his reflection in the mirror before you. just a black shirt shirt, just a pair of black sweatpants. the sink is wet and tinted pink from the blood he likely rinsed from his mouth. 

when changbin reluctantly pulls his face away from your neck, there’s drool seeping down his chin because his fangs have elongated in his mouth. all that does is make his face crumple again, tears continuing to fall harder.  

“i don’t want it!” he cries. your frown deepens, your eyebrows furrow. you know he doesn’t want it. he didn’t choose this life; he’d never choose it for himself. changbin’s face is wet with spit and tears, so you lift your hand to wipe at his chin and your thumb comes away tingling from his numbing venom. “the bl- the bloo-”

he can’t even finish saying it. he slaps a hand over his mouth and steps away from you. 

you throw your hands out like you’re trying not to spook a wild animal, and changbin doubles over above the toilet. changbin was sensitive in life and is just as sensitive in death, if not even more so. despite his broad body, that strapping stature you love so much, even his accidental acquisition of vampirism wasn’t strong enough to erase even the smallest of changbin’s prudish predispositions. it takes several moments for him to collect himself, but thankfully he doesn’t get sick again. 

“is it- is it really that bad?” 

all that does is set him off again. 

“no!” he wails. he dabs at the corners of his dripping eyes. “no, it’s not that bad, i just-! with the stuff from the church, i can taste the ba-huuh-” he gags then, waving his hand in front of his face and coughing wetly. 

“you cannot taste the bag, drama queen,” you argue. there’s a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 

“i can so! i can so taste the bag, and it tastes sterile!” 

changbin seems to forget how sick he feels as he argues back, so you’ll take that as a win. 

“okay, then don’t drink from the bag. why don’t you try something else, then? a rabbit? deer, maybe? it should taste better if it’s from something like, live, won’t it?” 

changbin blanches for a moment. his eyes widen, he blinks rapidly, and you watch him burst into miserable tears again, but this time because of something you said. he sits down right in the middle of the bathroom floor, and you feel like the worst person in the world. 

his eyes are wide, pupils dark and trembling as they look up at you. tears drip steadily down his face. “i- i can’t do that! i can’t- they’re so… small, and i’m big, and-” 

you drop to your knees and hold his head to your chest. changbin wraps his arms around your shoulders. how awful, how shameful you are. you still feel relieved when he reaches for your touch to calm him even though you were the one who caused him such distress in the first place. 

“i know. i know, baby. i- i know. i don’t know why i said that. i’m so sorry, bin. my sweet boy, my changbin would never hurt a fly, would he?” he shakes his head hard. your heart hurts so bad; it aches in your chest like it’s eating a hole through itself. 

your heart- your beating heart, circulating such decadent blood so tirelessly throughout your body. he must hear it thumping in your chest where he leans against it, knocking into the cage of your ribs. 

your heart beats for changbin, your body a home for him. 

of course your blood would flow for him too. 

you squeeze him closer and press your lips to his curly hair. his stuffy nose whistles as he breathes deep. he’s so weak that he trembles in your embrace, his arms nearly limp where they loop around your body, exhausted from so many things at once. his empty stomach, how much he’s cried. you lift his head up with a gentle touch to the scar on his chin—changbin’s fangs are still popped, your eyes can’t help but catch on the pointed tips of them, and his eyes follow your gaze. 

“you’re so hungry, sweetheart,” you whisper. “i can help. i can help you, changbinnie, won’t you let me?” 

changbin gasps. he startles, makes to move away like you’re the sunlight that could burn him alive, but you hold onto him tightly. you’d do anything in the world to help him, if he’ll only just allow you. 

“i would never,” he hisses. “i would never hurt you. i would rather die. over, and over, and over again.” 

you’ve never seen him more serious, and you’ve been together for years. changbin’s small mouth is set firmly, his brows furrowed. there are still tear tracks drying on his handsome face, but it’s almost like the severity of his words have stopped the tears where they roll. changbin’s eyes are locked on your face, but he reaches forward to cup the nape of your neck. his grip doesn’t waver. 

you reach for him then, rubbing his arms and shoulders and clutching at whatever piece of him you can. “i know that! i know, i’m not asking you to hurt me. but seeing you like this makes me sad. if you don’t like to drink out of the bag, then don’t, if animals are out of the question, then that’s fine too, but you can’t just starve yourself, okay! you- you have to- changbin!” you crawl closer to him then. clutching his shoulders isn’t good enough anymore, you have to feel his face. “will it be better if it’s from me? can it please, please be from me?” 

changbin looks torn, but his pupils are so wide that his irises are almost completely black. 

“you would really do something like this for me?” 

you flash your left hand at him then, wiggling your fourth finger at him, gold band glinting at him under the light. 

“i knew what i signed up for, you know? i could have said no. i didn’t. i don’t want to. i want you changbin, and i want to help make you strong again.” 

“you’ve always made me strong.” 

he says it so earnestly that it nearly closes up your throat. your eyes burn with it, your lashes flutter, and your honest reaction is the first thing that brings a small smile to changbin’s sweet face since you walked into the bathroom. 

“you’re going to make me cry!” you whine.

“you can’t cry! if you cry then i’ll start crying again!” 

your cheeks are hot. you love changbin so much. you want him to stick his fangs into your neck and drink from you until he’s strong again, until he’s vibrant and happy and himself again. “come suck on my neck or whatever.” 

“i- okay.” 

“oh? okay.”

“okay,” changbin laughs. 

you pull him up with your own giddy laugh, but it turns into a yelp when he wobbles in place. he’s still weak, though he won’t be for much longer. you grab a handful of towels before stumbling to the first floor bedroom with him in tow. changbin watches you lay the towels on the bed and raises his brows when you double them. 

“what? just in case,” you clarify. you turn to him then and gesture a finger up and down. “okay, get naked.” 

“wh-! really? i’m at my most vulnerable right now and you want me naked?” 

changbin grabs the hem of his t-shirt anyway and lifts it over his head. he clicks his tongue but still kicks off his pants, dips his thumbs under the elastic band of his boxers and eases them down his toned thighs. he shakily climbs onto the bed and toward the pillows when you gesture to it. 

it’s your turn once he’s done. keen eyes watch you then—his pupils blown and his throat dry. despite your own lack of hunger, your fingers shake when you reach for your shirt, they fumble over the button of your jeans. changbin’s chest heaves; you’re a dead man’s source of oxygen. your panties rest in the dip of your jeans where they’re bunched on the floor, you think you accidentally kick your bra underneath the bed. you’re too busy looking at changbin to be sure though. 

“you’re so beautiful, beautiful,” he breathes. 

you hum. he smiles, reaches out for you. “you trying to get in my pants?” 

“yeah.” changbin nods. his grin is so sweet, and his hand is the perfect mix between soft and rough when you finally reach it. “i think i did a pretty good job considering you’re already naked~” 

you climb into his lap. the kiss he gives you tastes like minty toothpaste and a hint of iron, but most of all it tastes like changbin. like sunlight. he’s beautiful and pliant underneath you, greedy to touch you and be touched. his body is cold, but his skin warms the longer you linger in place. 

pressed to his strong chest like this, your nipples pebble at the chill of his skin. changbin purrs against your lips and nips gently at your bottom one, lapping softly with his slick tongue. your own catches the pointed tip of a readied fang; it tingles, a viscous pearl of numbing venom drips onto your curious tongue and causes you to whimper lightly.

you pull away from his addicting little lips with a wet smack and a huff, guiding his face to your warm neck. changbin stiffens, his hands tighten on your waist. 

“don’t you want it?” you slur. a kiss to his plump cheek, his hairline. “you can, baby. love you, i love you.” 

you hold the back of his head and card your fingers through his curly hair. changbin pushes and pulls against it, his head lolling like he can barely keep it up. he’s dazed at the proximity to your neck alone, twin fangs protruding from his mouth. drool leaks from the corners of his lips again, and this time, different from when the two of you were in the bathroom, the small rings of his irises are a deep, blood red. 

he’s still fighting it though. that hasn’t changed. 

changbin’s pupils are wide, and his eyes water once more when he looks up at you. 

“i’m so scared,” he whimpers. “what if- what if i can’t hold back? what if i can’t stop, and i lose control, and i-”

you cover his mouth with your hand to stop him. changbin knocks his forehead against yours and breathes shakily. you kiss the hand covering his mouth, and then kiss his mouth when you finally pull your hand away. 

“changbin.” firm, but kind. that’s what he needs. you grab his cheeks and squeeze them, making sure that he’s looking you in the eyes when you speak again. “changbin. changbinnie, you will not hurt me, do you hear me? i know that. i am not afraid of you. honey, the fact that you’re so worried about this in the first place tells me that you’re so much more in control than you think you are, okay? you love me too much to hurt me. i know that.” 

“i love you sho mush,” he warbles, muffled and slurred because you’ve still got his cheeks and your firm grip. 

you let him go and tilt your head then, baring your neck to him. changbin lurches forward—you can feel him trembling, his stomach shaking and his hands clenching wherever they can reach. instead of a bite like you’re expecting though, you feel lips at your pulse point, your jaw, your shoulder, and arm, and breast. his lips are soft and wet, pillowy as they always are; there’s never a moment where you don’t love changbin’s lips on your skin, but they aren’t what you were anticipating. the wet suction to your neck makes you groan regardless; your hips begin to undulate in his lap without a second thought, your fingers curling over his shoulders. 

“are you just going to kiss it?” you breathe. 

changbin hums, barely pausing his kisses to give you an answer. “i’d rather. you always like it when i do that, don’t you?” 

“you’re gonna make me horny! just- just get on with it, will you? you’re- stop! you’re still hungry!” 

“oh no, it would be so terrible if i made you horny…” changbin drags his lips across your jaw and over to your ear. he eases the lobe into his mouth and sucks, and you arch your back. it presses your breasts into his chest again like this, digs your bare cunt into his soft cock. it makes you whine. under any other circumstance he’d already be hard and ready to slip inside where he belongs. but he’s hungry, he’s weak. changbin doesn’t have enough in him for that right now. 

you grind against him anyway and he grunts. he wants it too. 

“i want this in me,” you huff. “bite me!” 

changbin’s throat makes a funny noise. he laps at your pulse point, kisses it with sloppy lips and palms at your ass.

“it’ll hurt!” he whines and pulls away to look at you. he shakes his head. he doesn’t want to hurt you. changbin doesn’t ever want to hurt you. 

“my tongue is still numb from kissing you earlier, you know. your venom will help, right? you won’t hurt me, changbinnie. i trust you. i trust you, baby, trust me too, okay?” 

changbin nods shakily. he nods again and lets you guide him back toward your neck. it’s already tingling with numbness from his spit. his arms wrap loosely around your back, and he kisses your pulse point one more time before his lips drop open. his eyes water again. 

“are you sure?” changbin begs. 

he can hear the fond smile in your voice when you confirm. 

“i am. are you?”

“n-not really.” 

but he does trust you, so his fangs pierce the tender skin of your neck anyway. 

there’s no blood-curdling scream. you don’t writhe in his lap in agonizing pain, you don’t push him away or hit him, but you do lace your fingers through his hair and hold him close. 

changbin knows heaven isn’t real because he’s dead and still walking the earth, so this must be the closest he’ll come to it. this is the closest thing he’ll ever come to ecstasy in its truest form, to a piece of heaven. this surely must be what contentment is, what bliss and solace and nirvana are all rolled into one, to drink from his love’s body in this way. 

changbin’s eyes squeeze shut and he shivers when he gulps down his first meager mouthful of warm blood. 

it’s different from the blood bags he gets from the church, because it doesn’t taste sterile and plasticky. it’s different from the one time he couldn’t hold back his bloodlust and let himself feed from a squirrel on the edge of his property, different because it’s not making his skin crawl or itch and he’s not wanting to stand under the moonlight and wait until dusk turns to dawn so the sun can set his skin ablaze in penance, because no matter how small, that life wasn’t his to take. 

it’s different because it’s you. because you love him and you want him to drink from you. because for some reason, you still love him even though he is undoubtedly a monster, even though the making wasn’t of his own will. 

your blood is rich and warm; changbin swallows it down with a strangled moan, but it catches oddly in his throat and he can’t hold down a gag. 

you huff. “you did not just gag, seo changbin.” though your sudden prissiness is quickly thwarted by an overbearing amount of insecurity. you frown. “is it- is it bad?” 

changbin pulls off like he’s been burned. his eyes are wide and wild. his irises are blood red, and there are squiggly purple veins sprouting from underneath his eyes as well. his lips are dripping red with your blood and he runs his tongue along the seam of them. he’s beautiful; he’s blushing pink along the apples of his cheeks. 

he leans back into your neck again, latching himself to the skin. it’s almost like he’s drunk on it, all messy lips and tongue before he ever puts his fangs back on you. his mouth is so wet; your skin is soaked. you can’t tell if it’s wet because of his venomous spit or your blood or if it’s a mix of both. changbin’s fangs latch back into the pinprick holes in your neck and his words are slurred and muffled around them, but he tries to reassure you sweetly anyway. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry i like it.” 

you coo then. you understand now, of course you understand what he means. you don’t taste bad at all. he doesn’t want to like it, but he does. your sweetheart just can’t help it. 

“you don’t have to apologize for liking me, silly.” 

changbin whimpers. your index finger twirls through the curls at the nape of his neck, and changbin opens his mouth wider to suck deeper. you moan at that—it feels good, almost like a hickey but just a bit deeper, more concentrated. your head is swimming and the tips of your fingers are tingling. your fucking clit is throbbing so hard it feels like a second heartbeat. 

“i like you so much,” changbin rushes, chomped into the dewy skin of your tender neck. “ i love you. i love everything about you.” 

you feel it then. the moment you feel something prod your sensitive clit, you grind down onto it like it’s second nature. 

“fu-uck!” your head lolls. you grin. “mm, fuck. is that your wooden stake or are you just happy to see me?” 

“steak?!” blood bubbles from changbin’s mouth with a gurgle as he pulls away from your neck. “i want a steak!” 

he whines loudly and clutches your hips roughly, using his grip to grind you down on his now beautifully hard cock. 

“fuck me really well and i’ll make you a rare one.” you nod, and changbin nods too. you press your weight onto one knee and lift onto the ball of one foot, reaching down to take hold of his dick and guide it to your clenching hole. “fuuuuck, you were so hungry. did any even go to your belly? huh? or did all of it go to this pretty cock, baby? it’s so hard.” 

you at least think a little bit of your blood went to his belly. his cheeks too. he’s blushing such a pretty pink, and his skin is warm to the touch. but god, his cock is so hard and purpling up at the tip. it seems he’s gained some of his strength back too. he’s shaking for a different reason now. he’s more worked up than anything, thighs trembling underneath the weight of yours because he wants to fuck you, not because he can’t hold the two of you up.  

“please,” he begs. changbin’s eyelids are drooping, but they’re locked on your blood smeared neck. 

“please what, baby?” you tilt your head to show your neck off even more. a tease, a promise. 

“sit on it. please, please sit on my cock, gorgeous, please.” 

he asks so sweetly, so of course you sink down on him then, basking in the stretch of his thickness and the heady buzz of blood loss, what it feels to feed your lover in such an intimate and new way. 

changbin cries something pitiful into the air just as you claw at his chest. blood raises to the skin where your nails raked their brands down his pecs. his hips twitch. 

your head is still swimming. it lolls on your neck, back and forth almost like a pendulum. the loss of blood from your neck allows you to be filled up in this new way, a wonderful way, stuffed full in your cunt and held tightly to a warm, strong body. the first real roll of your hips brings a cry to your lips, and changbin echoes it with his own. your rocking immediately turns sloppy and slow, holding metaphorical shaky hands with changbin’s weakness from earlier so that he can be strong instead. 

“you feel s’good,” you slur, and changbin throws his head back as pleasure overtakes him entirely. your blood is drying on his chin, a streak of wet spit shining through it from the corner of his mouth. 

“‘m gonna cum so quick, i- fuck.” 

you’re flipped over on the mattress before you realize it at all, cushioned on the pillow and dizzy after being spun around so quickly. the warm towels fold awkwardly underneath your back, but you hardly even notice when changbin thrusts into you so wildly, so desperately in his need to give and seek pleasure. he rocks the bed with his movement, shunts your body with him too, and you hold onto him with pliant limbs as he uses your body to feed himself with you in this way too. 

“you g’nna use me to cum?” you smile. your tits are bouncing on your chest, nearly bouncing to your chin. 

changbin sits up on his haunches then, braces on his palms to see your blissed out face and watch the way your body moves as he fucks it. your neck is smeared with your own blood and pricked with two small holes. he hates it. he loves it—he hates that he loves it. his cock strokes somewhere special inside and your eyes roll. changbin groans then, bites his bottom lip and pierces it accidentally with a fang. you lean up on your elbows and stick your tongue out to lap up that scarlet little pearl, a tease even when you’re shaking apart and trembling. 

his cheeks puff. his eyes squeeze shut as your lips tint red with his blood that you gifted him, and changbin whimpers something sweet.

“i know that face, baby,” you whine breathlessly. “i know those noises. cum for me. cum, changbinnie. won’t you do it for me?” 

he’s helpless to it. changbin nods into your chest, dropping from his braced palms to his elbows and rutting into you hard. he fucks into you so deeply that you can’t help but cum with him, your throbbing clit just as eager to be touched and rubbed that his pubic mound does the trick before your own fingers can. 

changbin is a welcome weight atop of your chest, warm and bright and comforting. your fingers card through his hair. his cheeks are still pink. his thumb traces the shape of a heart onto the skin of your arm. 

“you’re so warm,” you whisper, and changbin smiles. 

jisung - i big time agree that hannie would be into this lol. though i’ll do you one better… a fleshlight is good of course, but he’d prefer to watch you fuck one of those ridiculous torso sex dolls. with the jiggly tits and plump ass. watching you fuck the doll is already hot enough, but seeing you squish the titties and play with its her nipples? a slap to the ass every now and then? yeah. he is soooo into that it would embarrass him if he could think of anything other than you fucking that obnoxiously pink pussy. he’d be just as turned on if you had the male one with the over exaggerated 8 pack abs and big cock. he likes the humiliation that comes with that if the cock is bigger than his. jerk it off while you fuck its hole and he’ll time his strokes with yours.