Stray Kids one shots #2 || honeyndwild

Changbin - protective, thoughtful and passionate

Triumph squeezes your stomach, and the muscles of your thighs start to hurt because of your so unbelievably strong desire to keep him in places, right between your legs. And you think you're winning when he surrenders right into your mouth, kisses like bites, littering not only your lips but your whole face.

The hood of the car vibrates under your body, the basses screaming into the empty parking lot.

(You were the one who opened the car windows, by the way, paying no attention to him being a scaredy-cat, afraid of breaking the silence of the district. And when you mockingly said that it was his professional deformity, he kissed you breathless in return, annoyed as never before.)

And still, he likes it when your nails scratch the back of his neck. The enjoyment slides off his tongue right into your mouth when he caves in once again, no trace of bygone annoyance. And for a long second you think you're winning—

Until you are not. Until he manages to break free from your hold and jump away.

Maybe, the disappointment is shown on your face because he can't help but laugh loudly after glancing at you. "Stop sabotaging me," he pants finally, there is no trace of anger in his voice.

"I'm not," you shrug, pretending to be okay even though your fingertips prickle just from the sight of his messy hair. You physically need to run your hands over them again.

"Stop sabotaging this practice, then."

His pleased smile makes you think that, maybe, you can push it a little more, "I'm sorry, but we're too hot for this practice. Plus, I'm tired today."

"You don't have the energy to practice the punches, but have plenty of energy to make out, don't you?"

Looks like you can't push it any more.

You know that the battle is lost when he calls you over and orders you to run around the parking lot for 30 minutes (because you have too much energy to waist, he shamelessly announces).

And then, when after those grilling 30 minutes you almost fall to the floor, he manages to kiss you on your forehead and tell you that you should've known better than to fall in love with a cop. (And now, in case of the emergencies, you must learn how to protect yourself.)

And, oh God, how freaking liberating it feels when you can use your arms and legs to show him that you're indeed a quick learner.