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Something Even Better- Changbin

Warning: spicy. That's about it. Oh, and implications of sex and a bondage kink😇

Hope you like this because lord knows we don't get enough spicy Changbin, I.N, or Seungmin content, like on god.

This is a work of fiction, none of this is real. If you have a problem, then fine. We can talk about it but please don't report this, as there are other people who would like to enjoy the story, and I'd really prefer it if my account didn't get takes down.

That being said, happy reading. You have been warned lol.
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Fire.

His touch is like fire, so hot that you're sure he's branding your skin with the contact. His lips are burning as they press against your neck, his teeth nipping at you. His breath is warm, almost to the point of discomfort, as he paints your neck and collarbones with red and purple splotches.

You feel like he's slowly melting you, one of his hands running under your shirt and over your back.

You can only imagine what effect you're having on him. With your arms strung around his neck, fingers in his hair, but not aggressively. Your legs are locked around his waist, his other hand planted firmly next to you on the counter.

"What are we doing?" He murmurs against your lips. "What the hell are we doing?"

"I don't know," you say with a contended sigh. What you do know is that you don't want it to end.

His hand finds its way from the desk to your thigh, fingers just barely under the hem of your skirt. He starts tracing the thin lines of fabric that makes up your fishnets, making you shiver.

But why? You ask yourself. Is it how hot his fingers are? Is it the intensity of his lips? Is it the anticipation that you're feeling?

His hand travels a little farther up, so that he's at the top of your thigh, thumb barely rubbing against your hip bone. Another shudder runs through you as you finally grip his hair, nails digging in to his scalp, causing him to smile against your jaw before his teeth meet your skin there.

But really, though, you think, what the hell are we doing?

Truth be told, you're not too sure how it started. One moment, you were telling him about a new tattoo that you got, and the next... well...

Changbin can't believe this is happening. You two were just chilling, doing absolutely nothing in the windowless room, until you mentioned that you got a new tattoo. The picture looked kinda hot, but it was taken right after you got it. Changbin had wanted to see it as it looked now, no puffy red skin or slight bleeding. So you had turned your back to him so he could pull your top down to see it all. Only, somehow, his hands reached around and found your chest, but not without some help.

He pulls the wide strap of your tank top down, kissing from your jaw, down your neck, across your shoulder and back up. His lips linger on wingtip that's visible at the bottom left of your neck before disappearing around to your back.

"Is it... is it still sensitive?" He asks.

"No," you reply. It's truth enough, and at this point, any pain he might cause you is more than welcome. For all you know, pressure on the still-healing patch of skin would be more than you can take at the moment. But it'd be worth it.

His teeth drag over the ink peeking around your neck, lips working your skin until it's practically purple, making you gasp at the burn.

Changbin's mouth finds its way back to yours, and your hands leave his hair and bunch his shirt, one on his left shoulder, the other on the right side of his chest, desperate to take it off. Based on the way he keeps fingering the hem of your tank top, he feels the same way.