𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

changbin - private getaway

content includes: dom! changbin x poc fem reader

requested by: wr1tersdrafts and anyone else who wanted changbin

march 3

out of town, changbin is black, slight arguing, hair pulling, y/n is a freak, lovemaking, hickeys, rough nasty, choking, great aftercare from changbin, praise kinks, unsafe sex, y/n is spoiled rotten, changbin don't play about his girl, changbin is an eater (ifykyk)

did y'all miss me like ???

i haven't wrote abt my man in so long yk i had to make it extra long

6660 words

enjoy while i leave again

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"i just flew you out, on a private jet. you still not satisfied?"

changbin tilted his head at his girlfriend, not understanding why he was getting attitude from her right now. y/n smacked her lips, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the plush leather seat. "it ain't about that, bin. you act like flying me out erases the fact that you been moving funny."

changbin exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temple before resting his arm on the armrest. "moving funny how? because i been busy? you know what i do."

she rolled her eyes, shifting her legs so she was facing him fully. "nah, busy is one thing. going ghost is another. you wasn't doing that before."

changbin studied her for a moment, his tongue running over his teeth before he leaned in, voice low. "so what, you think i'm out here fuckin' around?"

y/n didn't respond right away, just watching him. her silence alone made changbin chuckle dryly. "you kill me, ma. i take you to a whole island, just me and you, and you still looking for a problem."

"cause i'm not finna be no dumbass girlfriend, bin." she shot back, her voice sharp.

changbin nodded slowly, letting her words sink in. then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. "so tell me then," he murmured, his grip firm as he looked up at her. "what i gotta do to make you stop questioning me?"

y/n swallowed, her hands pressing against his chest as he kept her locked in place. she wanted to stay mad, to keep up the attitude, but the way his eyes darkened and his grip tightened made her stomach flip.

"mm, that's what i thought," changbin smirked, his fingers digging into her hips. "now act like you got some sense before i remind you who you belong to."

she sucked her teeth, trying to ignore the way her body responded to him. "bin, you not finna just sweet talk me and think everything cool."

changbin tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "who sweet talkin'? i'm just telling you how it is." his hands slid down to her thighs, squeezing lightly. "but if you need me to remind you some more, i got no problem doing that."

y/n huffed, pushing against his chest, but he didn't budge. "boy, move. i'm still mad at you."

"nah, you just wanna be mad," he murmured, his fingers tracing slow circles on her skin. "but you ain't really mad."

y/n glared at him, but her guard was slipping. changbin knew exactly what he was doing, and it pissed her off how easy it was for him to get her to fold.

"whatever," she muttered, trying to slide off his lap, but his grip tightened.

"nah, stay right here." his voice dropped even lower, his eyes locked onto hers. "matter fact, tell me what you want. what i gotta do to make you feel better?"