#changbin hands

[ 4:29 pm ] “shut your mouth before i shut it for you,” changbin growls in your ear before he grabs your chin and forcefully yanks it open. without warning, he spits into you, eliciting a loud moan from the back of your throat.

“fuck. you liked that, didn’t you?” he asks, his hand not leaving your opened mouth but his other one caressing your cheek. he plays with the loose strands of your hair, bunches them up together, then pulls on it rather harshly. your eyes roll with pleasure and he laughs. “you liked that one too? damn you’re fucking dirty.”

“ch-changbin... please fuck me alrea—“

you get cut off by changbin’s lips meeting yours. you whine as you taste your essence at the tip of his tongue, but he breaks it off before he finds you enjoying it too much.