Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

Wild Heart | Seo Changbin ❤️‍🔥

The night was alive with a storm raging outside, heavy rain slapping against the windows and occasional cracks of thunder making the walls tremble. Inside the apartment, the air was thick with heat, the atmosphere charged with an electric tension that neither of you could deny.

Changbin leaned against the doorframe, watching you with a quiet intensity, his eyes dark and filled with a desire that matched the storm outside. You had always shared a connection, a closeness that had only grown over time, but tonight, everything felt different. The way he looked at you, the way the air around you both seemed to crackle with unsaid words—it was as if something was about to break, and neither of you could hold back any longer.

You stood from the couch, taking a few cautious steps toward him, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the pull, the attraction that seemed to have been simmering beneath the surface, just waiting for the right moment to ignite. And now, that moment was here.

"Changbin," you whispered, your voice almost lost in the sound of the storm. But he heard it, his gaze locking onto yours like a predator closing in on its prey. He pushed himself off the doorframe and took a step forward, closing the space between you two, his presence overwhelming and magnetic.

"You don't have to say anything," he murmured, his voice rough, filled with that raw emotion that made your pulse quicken. "I know what's happening. I've felt it too. For too long."

Your breath hitched as he stepped closer, the heat between you both becoming unbearable. He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his touch tender but firm, as if he were trying to steady the storm brewing inside of you both.

"You've always been the calm in my chaos," he said softly, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "But right now, I need you to be the storm."

Before you could fully comprehend his words, his lips were on yours, fierce and unrelenting. The kiss was nothing like the gentle pecks or sweet moments you'd shared before. This was passionate, full of hunger, as if he was finally letting go of all the restraint he had built up over time. His hands moved quickly, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't bear to be apart from you for even a second longer.

You responded in kind, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer, the heat between you both igniting. His kiss deepened, his lips claiming yours with an intensity that made your heart race. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one that raged between you two, a force of nature neither of you could escape.

Changbin's hands slid down your back, gripping you tightly as he lifted you off your feet, the power in his movements taking your breath away. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively as he carried you to the couch. He set you down gently, but his eyes never left yours, the intensity in his gaze making your heart skip a beat.

"You drive me crazy," he muttered, his lips trailing down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Every part of you makes me want more. Makes me lose control."

You let out a soft moan, your body arching into his touch. The way he kissed you, the way his hands seemed to know exactly where to touch, made you forget everything else. The tension, the longing—it had all been building for so long, and now it was spilling over in the most beautiful, wild way.

"Changbin..." you breathed, your hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer as if you needed him to fill the space inside you that had always been empty.

"Shh," he whispered, pressing his lips to your ear. "Don't say anything. Just feel."

His words were enough to push you over the edge. The room seemed to disappear as he kissed his way down your body, each touch, each kiss, sending waves of heat through your entire being. You had never felt so alive, so completely consumed by the moment. Every part of you was on fire, your body responding to his touch like it was built for him, for this.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and full of desire. He paused, looking up at you, his gaze dark and intense, searching for any sign of hesitation.

You nodded, your breath ragged, your body aching for him. "Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I want you. All of you."

That was all the permission he needed. In an instant, he was back on you, his hands roaming with purpose, his lips crashing against yours once more. The storm outside raged louder, but all you could hear was the frantic rhythm of your hearts beating together, the pounding in your chest matching the intensity of the storm in the room.

Changbin's passion was overwhelming, but it was also tender, his every movement guided by an unspoken understanding of what you needed. The way he touched you, the way he kissed you—it was more than just physical. It was emotional, a connection that went deeper than anything either of you had ever experienced.

Your fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling it off as quickly as you could, wanting to feel his skin against yours. He let out a low growl of approval, his hands sliding under your clothes, skin against skin, the heat between you both unbearable.

The kiss between you two deepened, every inch of your body aflame as you surrendered to the moment. There was no more hesitation, no more questioning—just raw desire, raw passion that poured out of you both like a waterfall, unstoppable and all-consuming.

As the night went on, the world outside became a distant memory, drowned out by the pounding of your hearts and the storm that raged inside the four walls of the apartment. The intensity of the connection between you two, the way you fit together so perfectly, was something neither of you had ever experienced before. You were more than just two bodies in the heat of the moment. You were two souls entwined, connected by something deeper than passion, something that couldn't be undone.

When the storm finally calmed and the world outside grew silent, you and Changbin remained in each other's arms, breathless and tangled, the quiet between you now comfortable, intimate. His forehead rested against yours, his chest rising and falling with each breath, and for a moment, there was nothing else but the quiet after the storm.

"I don't want to let go," Changbin murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"You don't have to," you whispered back, your hand gently caressing his chest. "We're not going anywhere."

The fire between you both had burned bright and intense, but in its aftermath, there was nothing but a quiet, steady warmth that wrapped around both of you, keeping the storm at bay.