#bottom changbin

Changbin was being so good.

JYP sat on one end of the booth, a few select trainees at the other. They'd been lucky enough to win a dinner with Binnie for being the three top-ranked rap trainees, and he answered all of their questions with ease.

You saw it though...the way his hand gripped his napkin in his lap, the slight wince whenever he shifted in the booth...he wasn't as relaxed as he was pretending to be.

"Bin," you said sweetly, unassuming. "Can you pour me another glass of wine?"

"Of course, bunny," he moved quickly, always so eager to please.

As he poured, your hand rubbed his thigh, inching higher and higher until your pinky just barely teased his tip.

He exhaled in a high-pitched whimper, so quietly it went unheard to the rest of the table.

"Thank you, Binnie." You kissed his cheek when he handed it to you, your mouth moving discreetly to his ear, "Careful, Bin," you tapped his tip again. "The boys might've heard."

One of the trainees was snickering at the end of the table, and Changbin turned, thinking he'd heard.

"She calls you Binnie? That's a little girly, isn't it?"

You cocked your brow at his disrespect...at how bold this little asshole was.

"Well, Titus..." you snapped. "When / if you're lucky enough for a woman to love you....what would she have to call you? Tittie?"

The other two laughed at his expense, and Titus sank back into his chair, looking a bit defeated.

"It's very unladylike to speak like that," JYP loudly set his cutlery down and shook his head in frustration.

You shrugged. "Maybe Tittie shouldn't be speaking to his elder so rudely."

Changbin put his arm around you, silently showing JYP he'd back you up if it came to it. Luckily, JYP didn't say anything else about it...but instead decided to end the meal.

"Let's get a photo of you with the boys," JYP stood and set his napkin on his plate.

Changbin winced as he stood to pose with the boys. You followed, and after letting them get individual pics, asked for a group one also, "In case Tittie becomes famous."

Changbin smirked and reached for you, his arm coming behind to hold your waist.

"Smile pretty Bin," you whispered, and just as the camera clicked...you reached for his bum, pushing his toy in a little deeper.

His lips parted, the photo catching it just in time.

JYP looked pained to have to ask for your help, but mumbled, "Can you take one of me with them as well?"

"Of course," you said politely as he stood beside Tittie...on the far left of the pic, conveniently the perfect spot to cut him out. "1...2...perfect!" you smiled and handed the camera back.

Changbin knew right away what you'd done and reached for your hand while waving a quick goodbye to everyone else before JYP realized.

"Did you at least enjoy yourself?" he asked on the walk to the parking lot.

"I enjoyed getting to dress up," you swayed your floral dress. "And I enjoyed getting to see you so well-behaved," you kissed his cheek before getting into the car.

Changbin joined, whimpering more freely once his ass hit the seat.

"Does it feel good, Bin?" you hummed and ran your hand through his hair as you started up the car.

"Mhm," he murmured and reached for your hand to kiss it. He was always so needy when he was horny...so clingy.

The entire drive, he was like that, shifting with moans and kissing you wherever he could. You set your hand on his thigh, teasing him the whole drive until his cock was so hard he had needed to unbutton his pants.

"Please," he begged, his finger already reaching for the button.

"Wait til I stop at a red light, Binnie. You can make it that long, can't you?" You squeezed the back of his neck lovingly.

"Mhm," he bit his lip and stared at the roof of the car, not realizing there weren't any other red lights on the drive, only stop signs. And when the car stopped, and he realized it wasn't a light time and time again, his desperation grew.

Finally, you pulled into the garage and cut the car off, turning to him where he was waiting so patiently for a reward.

"Good boy, Binnie," you murmured and reached for a kiss. He complied, his lips moving with yours slowly as you trailed your finger down his chest. He squirmed, his body so alive for you that when the button came undone, his mouth opened, lips parting in relief. You pulled back before he could thank you, heading into the house while he followed behind, pants falling down his knees as he tried to keep them up.

"Go get on the bed, Bin. I'll be there in a sec."

Changbin rushed off to the room where you knew you'd walk in to find him naked with his ankles secured. Sometimes, when he was extra impatient, he'd go ahead and bind one arm too.

You took your time getting to him, heading to the space you made him turn into your closet to hang up your dress. You sometimes changed into nice lingerie for him, but Changbin was always extra turned on by basic cotton bras and hipster panties. Something about you looking homey and comfortable made his cheeks burn.

So you headed into the room, not bothering to change tonight. He looked up, a curse falling from his lips at the sight of you. And you smirked at him, his ankles and one wrist already secured.

"You've been so patient tonight, haven't you, Binnie?"

"Yes," he whimpered as you secured his last limb.

"I'm in a very giving mood tonight," you muttered as you ran your finger down his body, lightly touching him so that he shivered.

"Are you?" he asked with a tinge of hope.

"Mhm," you hummed. "You were so good at dinner." You ran your finger up his calf and over his thigh. "So well behaved." You tapped the toy, smiling to yourself when he gasped.

"Wanted to make you proud," he admitted.

"Oh, you did, Binnie," you cooed and kneeled between his legs. "And now you get your reward."

You leaned in, not working him up, not teasing him...that would come later. You took his cock in your mouth, sinking down completely in one go and relaxing your throat.

"Bunny," he whimpered, his thighs twitching.

You rode up, your tongue flat against the back of his cock, cheeks hollowed as you sucked.

Channing could not be quiet if he tried. He was whimpering, begging, and falling apart within seconds. It only got worse when you reached for his plug, pulling and pushing it into his ass at the same pace.

"C-close," he cried, and when he did, you pulled away.

You moved your hands to his thighs, running comforting circles, and kissed his abs and chest, his heart pounding beneath your lips. You watched him carefully, waiting for the moment his breaths became steadier and his body wasn't trembling.

When it came, you returned your mouth to his cock. "One more time for me, Bin," you whispered before bobbing with pleasured hums around his length while teasing his bum again.

"Oh fuck," he whimpered, his hands fighting the binds.

You reached your other hand up to pinch and pull his nipple, his moans coming faster, his thigh muscles clenching...and just before he came, you pulled away.

"Oh god," his head fell back, eyes closed, cheeks burning, hands in fists.

He looked so pretty like this, so fucking desperate. You kissed his neck this time, licked the sweat. "You're being so fucking good Binne," you groaned, your hand wrapping around his dick, tugging just enough to keep him weak but not enough to make him cum.

"Need to cum bunny," he begged, his head turning to catch your lips. "Please," he moaned between kisses.

"One more," you kissed him as your hand worked the anal plug again, fucking him with it slowly.

His breaths were shaky, his lips parted in heavy sighs by the time you moved down his body again.  This time, you used your tongue more, licking through his tip and feeling the slight shake of his hips. You knew he could offer more and sank on him, this time choking on his cock until tears fell, vibrating around him until his hips slammed down your throat, trying to fuck you.

You pulled back, slipping out of your panties as he struggled to calm down.

"P-p-please," he shook, tears welling in his eyes and falling down his crimson cheeks.

You ran your hands up his side, calming him back down as your knees straddled his waist. You caressed his cheeks, knowing his tip was aligned with your cunt, knowing that warmth was driving him insane.

"You ready to cum, Binnie?"

"Mhm. Yes...yes," he whimpered, completely submissive to your whims.

"Only when I say so," you reminded him of the rules.

He nodded eagerly, eyes fixed on where you hovered just above his leaky cock. And when you sat on him, you could tell just from how much he twitched and writhed that he wouldn't last more than a few minutes.

You kissed him softly as you rode his length. Hoping the slow pace would keep him at bay for a bit, but his waist met yours with every thrust, so desperate to be used.

"Binnie, baby, you're going to break the rule if you keep working yourself up like that," you scolded. "Don't you want to be good?"

"Y-yes," he stuttered as he made fists with his hands again, his toes curling in pleasure. "You just feel so good," he complained, his eyes rolling back.

Your hands braced against his chest as you rode him harder now, letting go of any restraint. Your thighs burned with the pressure of your own orgasm building, your hands clutching his chest for stability.

"Bin," you gasped, breath catching in your throat as his plug shifted just right with each thrust, hitting deep inside him and making his whole body tremble beneath you.

He looked so wrecked...sweat-drenched, tear-stained, his jaw slack as he whimpered through each bounce of your hips. That face alone was almost enough to finish you.

"F...fuck," you panted, grinding down harder.

His hips slammed up again as if he couldn't help it, hitting deep inside you. And the climax he caused hit hard. A full-body shudder tore through you, your thighs clenching around him as your hips stuttered, rhythm falling apart entirely. You moaned out, barely able to stay upright, your breath catching in sobbing gasps as you ground down on him, riding it out.

Changbin whimpered helplessly, his body twitching violently at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock.

But you couldn't say anything yet, and your head fell forward onto his shoulder, body still pulsing, overstimulated, and breathless.

"Bunny. I need to. P-please let me..."

But you couldn't answer. Your cunt was still throbbing, still stealing away your focus. You couldn't even breathe right. Every nerve ending was still twitching with aftershocks, and your brain had gone completely white.

"Can I...can I please..." his voice cracked. He was crying now, actual tears sliding down his flushed cheeks.

Your lips parted, but nothing came out.

Your hand moved like you meant to touch him, to give him something, anything, but your fingers just curled into his chest, and your mouth was still frozen. All you could do was shake, breathless, lost in the tail end of your release.

His entire body went rigid, his head falling back, his lip trembling hard enough to bite through.

"You're not saying anything," he whimpered, eyes wide, scared and aching and so, so close. "I can't...I can't come unless you let me."

You blinked down at him slowly, lips parted, still gone. Still silent.

He sobbed. Begged. "I'm good," he sang out like a mantra. "I'm being good."

"Mhm," you hummed in a daze, moving your hand to his cheek, finally able to control your muscles enough to lift your arm.

"Bunny?" he grunted between grinding teeth, through hands in fists and desperate sweat on his brow.

"Cum," you sighed, barely audible.