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When a blanket suddenly lands on his shoulders, he jumps.
‘God. Say something—‘ Seungmin mutters in mock offense, but the corner of his lips curls up traitorously. He nods in silent thanks and grabs the blanket with a free hand in front of his chest to keep it from falling.
Adorable.
He reminds Changbin of a Moomin, with his pale skin, round cheeks, and the blanket skirt.
And Changbin honestly doesn’t know what possesses him, but he takes the few steps separating him from Seungmin’s back and circles his arms over his waist, pushing his face into his shoulder blade over the blanket. He was aiming to hook his head over Seungmin’s shoulder, but he miscalculated gravely, considering he’s currently embracing the second-tallest Stray Kids member.
Seungmin freezes minutely in the hold and Changbin can feel his breath stutter inside his chest under his palm spread over his skinny ribs. He then inhales softly and goes back to stirring his coffee, one chilly palm landing on Changbin’s own over his diaphragm as he asks: ‘All good?’
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what do you want
indica
anything else?
can i give you head while you smoke or no
(OR: Hyunjin starts fucking his drug dealer because he asked so nicely.)
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06 May 2026
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Hyunjin had once said, drunk and pink cheeked with it, whispering conspiratorially behind his hand, that Changbin had shoulders worthy of throwing legs over.
Pinned under Changbin like this, Seungmin most definitely agrees. They are really nice shoulders.
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It’s not like Changbin wakes up with a plan every morning to stare at Seungmin’s mouth. It just… kind of happens.
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Seungmin wants Changbin to fuck him. Instead of asking him like a normal person, he spends an entire day (including during a concert) pushing Changbin's buttons. He wants Changbin so pissed off that he snaps and rails him into oblivion. He succeeds, and has the marks to prove it the next day.
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So maybe Seungmin jumped the gun and propositioned Changbin too early.
It’s not his fault! If anything, he should be congratulated for showing such restraint in the studio. With the way he was sitting back in his chair, feet planted and legs spread wide, Changbin’s lap looked like an invitation. Seungmin wanted to straddle it and start grinding. Or maybe drop to his knees and rub his cheeks along Changbin’s open inner thighs.
Instead, he pressed his knee there.
And those thick black boyfriend glasses. So hot. So cute. Seungmin’s fingers itched to take them off and kiss Changbin senseless. Instead, he forced his itchy fingers to steal his cap.
So really, he’d behaved very well, comparatively. Especially with the plug's sweet pressure constantly reminding him what he was really after.Series
- Part 1 of King Brat Seungmin