love bath|seochangbin

-seventeen-

I tangle my fingers in ChangBin's hair and toss my head back. I let out strings of soft moans as I try to keep a grip on reality. The way his tongue moves sends pleasure through my veins. I whimper and tug on his hair as I feel my high coming. ChangBin doesn't let up. He reaches up to intertwine his fingers with my free hand. I unconsciously attempt to press my thighs together, trapping ChangBin between them, but he doesn't complain. His attack intensifies and I release with a loud moan. ChangBin laps up everything without a care in the world.

"Shit." I pant as he pulls back. He slowly climbs up my body and attaches his lips to mine. The taste of myself isn't necessarily the best, but when it comes with his mouth I don't care.

"Mhm—so-what was bothering you earlier, Baby?" ChangBin asks softly as he moves to my jaw. He places soft pecks along it as he patiently waits for me to respond.

"I—It's nothing, Bin. I was just a little uncomfortable—that's all." I mumble as I tilt my head back to give him access to my throat.

"Talk to me, Baby. What made you uncomfortable? I can't fix it if you don't tell me." ChangBin doesn't stop nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin of my throat.

"You calling me your girlfriend." I admit hesitantly. He tenses up and his kisses stop.

"It's not that I don't like you, Binnie—it's just—I—I've never been in an actual relationship before. You calling me that makes me uneasy. I'm scared I'm not gonna live up to your expectations of what a girlfriend should be. I thought you just wanted me to be you sex buddy. I didn't know you wanted more—" I explain softly as ChangBin swallows hard. He slowly sits upright and climbs off of me. He stares down at his hands in his lap while I stare at my own trembling hands. I didn't mean to upset him. I don't like seeing him like this.

"So—you don't like me calling you my girlfriend—what do you want me to call you then? When someone asks who you are what am I supposed to say so they know they can't have you? Saying you're my girlfriend tells them that you're mine—that if they so much as try to touch you I'll kill them. If I just call you a friend, they'll try and steal you. Look what WooYoung did to Felix. What if they try something like that for you, too? You won't know what Felix does about them. You'll go in completely blind. I don't want you to get hurt." ChangBin mumbles as he digs his nails into his thighs.

"I didn't think about it that way. I was just afraid of the responsibilities I'd have as your girlfriend. They're scary. I don't want to disappoint you." I lower my head as I feel him relax a bit once he starts to understand where I'm coming from. He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me toward him.

"I don't have to call you my girlfriend. I just need someway of making sure everyone knows to keep their hands and eyes off of you. What makes you feel more comfortable? Hm? I'll call you whatever you want me to call you. You just have to tell me what you want." ChangBin rests his hand on the inside of my thigh and squeezes lightly. I shyly pull a blanket over my naked lower half. It's one thing when we're having sex, but when I'm the only one it feels weird.

"Mine. You can call me yours. It feels less intimidating." I look away from him as he smirks playfully. He knows what he's doing to me. He knows what his hand is stirring up.

"Mine. Well—it's clear as day you're mine. I like it. With girlfriend, people still might try and sway you, but if you're mine, they don't stand a chance. I'll just have to make sure I make it super obvious that I'm not someone to be messed with. At school tomorrow, don't let anyone or anything distract you from me. Every moment you can, I want you right by my side, okay? When I'm not with you, stay close to the others. I can't be in class with you, so make sure you let JiSung or them know if someone is bothering you. I won't stand for anyone messing with you. You're mine and I don't let things that are mine get mistreated." ChangBin instructs as he slowly shifts his body so he's hovering over me. I shrink a bit beneath him as sits in front of me. He lifts his shirt up over his head and smiles sweetly.