Masterpiece | changjin ONE-SHOT

.•☁︎ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 ☁︎•.

Hello!

Before you read:

➪ this piece of work is purely fictional. I do not intend to harm Stray Kids' image or offend them. Please keep in mind, it's fiction and I don't assume the real-life members' sexuality.

➪ errors, lots of errors. English is not my native language, therefore I apologize for any mistakes you may come across. Should you want to correct me, please do it politely.

➪ I don't own the images used in the book. They belong to their original owner.

Also ☟︎︎︎

✈︎ binniejinnie!!

✈︎ top!hyunie // bottom!binnie

✈︎ smut

✈︎ 2 part one-shot

✈︎ polyamory relationship inclined (it's up to your interpretation)

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Changbin sighed for the twentieth time that day. He had been rolling on his bed since morning; tossing and turning, not really satisfied with his position.

He craved cuddles and kisses, and maybe a little more, but we'll get to it later.

Changbin rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. He grabbed Gyu from the tousled sheets and lifted him to his face level.

"Why does everybody ignore me today," he ranted to the Snorlax plushie in a whiny voice; a pout adorning his peach-coloured lips.

It was only partially true. Today was their day off and his dorm mates had their plans set beforehand. Chan went on a date with Felix to a dog café, Jisung tagged along with Minho to Lee's to play with his cats... and Hyunjin? Hyunjin locked himself in his painting room first thing in the morning after giving Changbin only one, quick peck on the lips.

The boy grimaced. All he wanted was to lay in someone's arms and be nicely cuddled.

He huffed and, determined, Changbin stomped over to Hyunjin's studio. Without knocking, he entered and stopped by the door.

Hyunjin had his white, now slightly covered in paint, AirPods in. His long dark chocolate tresses were loosely tied in a bun; only a few stray strands covering his nape. He had an off-white oversized T-shirt and black mid-thigh long shorts. In one hand, he was holding a palette and in the other a brush, slowly stroking the canvas with it.

Changbin scanned the painting with fascination. It wasn't done yet but he could tell that it was a dreamy fairytale-like landscape. It was breathtaking.

Just like the painter.

But back to the main reason why he came here in the first place.

Changbin's expression turned sour again. Was the painting more important than him? Somewhere deep down, he knew that he was behaving selfishly and that for Hyunjin, painting was his joy, but he liked being selfish from time to time.

A brat behaviour - what Chan had called it once.

Oh, yes, Changbin liked to act like a brat when he didn't get what he wanted or... deserved. And he wasn't afraid to take it by force. A pure Leo behaviour.

Without hesitation in his step, he got closer to - still unaware of his presence - Hyunjin and sneaked under his outstretched arm to straddle his thighs.

The brunet flinched obviously shaken by the unexpected act. He put down the palette and brush and took off his AirPods dirtying them more with fern oil paint.

"Hyung, you scared me," he muttered, not fully aware of their position yet.

"Jinnie~" Changbin whined bouncing in his lap making the brunet very aware of the position they were in. "I'm bored."

Hyunjin bit his plump lower lip glancing at Changbin's sweats-covered legs that kept his thighs in a tight embrace. He would lie if he said the smaller's whines didn't affect him.

Nevertheless, he lifted his gaze to Changbin's dark orbs and raised his eyebrow questioningly.

"What do you want me to do, hyung?"

Changbin pouted.

"I want your attention. All of it," he demanded shamelessly. "I want kisses and cuddles, and-" he stopped only to roll his hips and make friction between his bottom and Hyunjin's crotch. "this."

A breathy groan left the brunet's lips at the delicious sensation but he wasn't going to give Changbin what he wanted so easily.

"You will have to wait till I finish otherwise the paints will go dry," he retorted calmly.

Changbin wasn't content with that kind of reply and he made it very obvious on his face.

Hyunjin wanted to chuckle at the smaller's shenanigans but he kept his expression neutral.

Was Changbin going to admit he was needy and beg Hyunjin to take care of him? Of course, no. Instead, he would make the brunet the one who couldn't keep his hands off him.

The boy sighed giving off the impression he was resigned and moved in the brunet's lap as if he was going to stand up only to swiftly adjust farther up in it and slam back on his crotch, which caught Hyunjin completely off-guard and left him moaning.

The boy smirked but didn't stop there. He kept rolling his hips until he felt Hyunjin harden. At this point, the brunet's paint-stained hands grabbed Changbin's hips but with little effect to halt his blissful movements.

Slowly, the two's grunts and moans started to merge and become a cacophony of desire. Before Changbin's mind turned blank from the pleasure, he stopped abruptly edging Hyunjin and took off his T-shirt.

He threw it somewhere on the floor of the small studio and leaned back on the desk behind him; the paints smudging all over his skin and the water Hyunjin used to clean his brushes spluttering all over the wooden surface and the floor making a huge mess.

Hyunjin didn't mind it a the moment. His eyes were focused on the blank canvas of Changbin's honey skin.

"If you want to paint, paint on me."

✈︎ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒕.𝑰𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...