#skz changbin smut
Mr. Tough Guy (part 7) *18+*
➟pairing(s): Mafia! Changbin x Reader; Featuring Surprise Guests
➟genre(s): Angst, Smut (ish)
➟word count: 2.5k
➟warnings: Language; Some sex stuff; Sorry Ahgase! I love the boys too!
IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE: DO NOT READ-NSFW UNDER THE CUT
With finals over and the letter stating you were finally getting the degree, you’ve worked so hard for, you needed to relax. Luckily, your boyfriend knew just how to do that.
With your roommate out for the night, ChangBin took that chance to surprise you at home with a bottle of wine and flowers. The two of you made quick work of the wine, but it wasn’t needed for what he had in mind.
“So beautiful,” he panted into your ear as you bounced on his lap. His hands held your hips tightly as you rode him. “Such a good girl. Does that feel good?” He sucked your neck as you leaned your head back.
“Binnie,” you moaned, “So good. So big.” Rocking your hips into his, you moaned louder. “So close. I’m so close.” Feeling the knot tighten in your stomach you kissed him deeply, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth.
ChangBin started to thrust up to meet your hips. Gripping your hips tighter, he guided you down to meet his thrusts. He looked up at you like you were his reason for living. The intensity of his gaze gave you chills. Suddenly, you felt a sharp and rough tug on your scalp. With a yelp, you were pulled off of ChangBin’s lap.
“What the fuck,” he yelled, meeting the eyes of 4 men. Men that weren’t his. He lunged for the man holding you by the hair. “Let her go,” he demanded with more contempt than you’ve ever heard, “Now.”
The man holding you up by the hair was tall and had an anti-brow piercing. Another man in the room stepped forward and threw something at ChangBin.
“Get dressed,” he ordered ChangBin. The man turned to look at you, his eyes roaming your body. “Let her cover up,” he said to his men. Another wrapped the sheet around your body to provide a little dignity.
ChangBin studied your face. There was no fear, only what seemed to be annoyance. Slowly putting his boxers on, he never took his eyes off of you. “Don’t hurt her,” he said to the one who looked like the leader. “I’ll cooperate. Just let her go. You don’t need her.” Pointing to you ChangBin tried to bargain with the man.
“She isn’t going anywhere,” he spat back. “And you will speak when spoken too.” ChangBin opened his mouth to object and was quickly hit in the face, causing blood to drip from his mouth.
“Stop it,” you yelled at the men. They all looked at you and then back to the man in charge.
“Take him out of here,” he commanded. After another quick punch, for good measure, ChangBin was pulled from the room by two men.
“Have you lost your fucking mind, Jay B,” you finally spat to the man holding your hair? He let go and allowed you to fall to the floor. You scrambled to stand and stand toe to toe to the leader. “What the fuck, Jackson! What are you doing here?” The man tilted his head and looked over your naked body again.
“What are you doing Y/N?” he asked with pleasure. “So that’s your new boyfriend? Seems nice.” You pushed him away aggressively and sneered at him. Suddenly, it dawned on you.
“Where is he,” you growled? Jackson nodded to the front of your apartment. “Get out while I get dressed you asshole.” Jay B blocked the door and Jackson turned his back to you. “Sorry, princess.”
In the living room, ChangBin has tossed on the floor in front of a man he had never seen. He was tall, had a long thin neck, and had a sharp jawline.
“Don’t move,” one of the two men said to him, “Stay on the floor. Hands where we can see them.” He assumed a docile position on his knees, hands on his thighs. He looked to the man sitting before him, clearly the one in charge, not the one in the room. Oh no, in the room with you still. He could hear shouting, but couldn’t make it out.
“Let her go, please,” ChangBin asked the man before him. “I don’t know who you are, but she doesn’t know anything.” The man laughed.
“She’s in no danger from us,” he said lowly. “But she may know more than she’s letting on.” The sound of your heels on the floor drew everyone’s attention. Your cropped mustard pants and blazer paired well with your cream silk camisole. It was an odd choice of outfit considering the situation ChangBin thought.
“There she is,” the tall man stood and opened his arms, “Y/N, baby. I’ve missed you.” ChangBin’s heart sank at the words. He was too friendly and familiar for this to be about him. A crack sounded through the room as you slapped the man.
“Seriously, Mark,” you seethed, “What are you doing here?”
“Wait,” ChangBin spoke up,“ You know them?” You hung your head, not able to meet his eyes. Mark chuckled and lowered himself to ChangBin.
“Oh, she never told you?” he taunted, “So much for not knowing anything.” You were about to lunge for Mark again when your door opened. An older man in a three-piece suit and a woman in an elegant dress walked in and it felt like all the air was sucked out of the room.
“That isn’t any way to treat your guests is it, Monkey,” the man said. Your cheeks flushed red as you squeezed your eyes shut to stop the tears.
“No, sorry daddy,” you whispered. ChangBin’s eyes examined your face. The embarrassment painting your face tugged at his heart. He tried the best he could to piece this puzzle together.
“Jackson, Jay B, JinYoung, and YoungJae leave us. Sweetheart, Y/N, Mark, have a seat,” he motioned to the sofa. “You stay there,” he said dryly to ChangBin.
“Daddy, I,” you cleared your throat, “I didn’t know to expect you.” Lifting your eyes to your father, you saw him staring at your boyfriend that was left on his knees.
“Oh? If you had known, then what? You would have had the virtue to not get caught in bed with him?” he asked with scorn. Your mother leaned toward your father and whispered something. “Know your place woman,” he snapped back.
“Are you ok?” you asked ChangBin softly. He looked at you with questions filling his eyes and nodded. You mouthed a quick sorry to him. Mark laughed next to you and you had to fight the need to wrap your hands around that long neck.
“What were you thinking?” your mother asked. “I told you to stop seeing him.” Her voice was soft and caring, but the words hurt. ChangBin’s eyes snapped to her and then to you.
“The problem is that she’s always had her way,” Mark stated matter of factly. Your father glared at him now, causing him to shrink away.
“This is what I was telling you,” your father lectured you, “This could have gotten you hurt, or killed.” He clenched his fists at his side. You laughed dryly. “I don’t see what is so funny. What do you have to say, boy?” he asked ChangBin.
“Daddy, stop,” you interrupted. “He has nothing to do with this.”
“He has everything to do with this, Y/N,” your father corrected you.
“Honey, hear her out first,” your mother said. “You can at least let the boy have some dignity.” She motioned to the compliant man still in his underwear.
“Please daddy,” you begged. “He won’t be any trouble. Let him dress and sit with us.” Mark rolled his eyes at you and scoffed.
“He’s an animal, leave him like one,” he said. His statement earned another slap across the face.
“How dare you call him an animal? You and the goon squad show up and barge into my home. Watch your mouth, or I will cut your tongue out,” you threatened him. ChangBin grinned a little when he heard how feisty and protective you were.
“Fine. He can dress. But no weapons,” your father agreed. “Mark, you go with him. Don’t mess around.” Mark stood and dragged ChangBin towards your room again.
“Hurry up,” he told ChangBin, “The old man doesn’t like to wait.”
They returned shortly, ChangBin fully dressed in his suit. He adjusted his tie as he stood in front of your father.
“Hello, sir. I am Seo ChangBin. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” he said politely, then bowed deeply. He met your dad’s gaze and accepted the outstretched hand.
“I’m sorry you seem to be at a loss, son. My name is Clyde Dillinger, Y/N’s father,” your father introduced himself.
“Dillinger,” ChangBin repeated, “As in-”
“Yes that one,” Mark snapped.
“Your last name is Y/L/N,” ChangBin looked at you. “You said your dad was in finance.”
“I have my mother’s maiden name,” you said softly, “So no one knows to look for me. And technically, he is in finance.”
“You never told him?” questioned your dad, narrowing his eyes at you. Again you dropped your head.
“No sir,” you whispered. “He didn’t know.” Your mother reached for your hand, but you pulled it away. “I didn’t want this,” you gestured around the room, “to happen.”
“Sir, I want you to know that I’ve done everything I can to make sure she was safe,” ChangBin smiled at you, “I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her.”
“Then how did this happen? We literally caught you with your pants down,” Mark laughed.
“Excuse me,” Jackson said, walking into the room. “Sir? May I speak?” Your father held his hand up to Mark to silence him, allowing Jackson to speak. “We had BamBam watch them for weeks. He is very careful. He has one specific man he leaves with her at all times he isn’t around.” Your father eyed ChangBin closely. “If we didn’t know she had this apartment, we wouldn’t have found them.”
“Thank you, Jackson,” said your father. “Is this true Mark?” The younger man set his jaw and nodded his head, glaring at his friend. “Anything else?”
“Yes, sir,” Jackson said looking at ChangBin. “I believe the only reason he was cooperating is for her. He begged several times for her to be let go. If she was in true danger, I feel this would have ended differently.”
“Mark? Anything to add?” questioned your dad. Being met with silence and this new information, he dismissed Mark and Jackson. “Seems that I owe you an apology, son,” he said to ChangBin. “It’s important to know when you’ve been wrong, and I may have jumped to conclusions.”
“Thank you, sir,” ChangBin replied politely. “I understand how important she is to you. And I give you my word, she is important to me too.” Your father nodded and looked to your mother.
“Leave us you two,” he instructed, “ I need to speak with this young man.” Standing you guided your mother to the kitchen for a drink. A strong one if you had it. Over your shoulder, you caught the smile ChangBin gave you.
“He’s sweet,” your mother said once away from the men. “How did you meet him?” She sat at the table and crossed her hands.
“We were out,” you explained, not wanting to give too much detail. “A creep wouldn’t leave me alone, and Binnie… Uh, ChangBin stepped in. Saved the day.” Pouring two glasses of whisky, you slid one to your mother. “I wish you would have called,” you said quietly.
“You hung up on me last time we spoke, Y/N,” she scolded you. “What would I say?” You nodded and reached for her hand.
“I was just so mad that you wouldn’t give him a chance,” you confessed. “He may be what you hear about on the news, but he isn’t with me.” You sighed and bit your lip. “Momma, he really cares about me.”
“I know, baby,” she smiled, “I can see that.” She leaned in closer to you, “I don’t know any man willing to do that for just anyone. Has he said he lo-”
“No,” you said quickly. “But I think I do.” Tears sprung to your eyes.
Your father’s voice called you and your mother back. The two men stood, shaking hands.
“I’ll be on my way,” ChangBin said. “I’ll check in with you tonight. Ok, princess?” he said to you softly, kissing your cheek. “It was very nice meeting you,” he bowed to your mother. “Sir, I look forward to hearing from you.”
“Y/N, sit down. I have to admit I’m very disappointed that this happened. We always planned to-”
“Daddy, I’m sorry but I don’t want to leave,” you cut him off. “I like it here. I have friends. I have ChangBin,” you rambled on.
“She’s right,” your mom interjected. “She can make her own choices now. She’s old enough. He seems like a nice man.”
“I am not going to let my daughter be with a man like that,” he roared, pointing to the door.
“Like what? A man like what,” you challenged. “A man like you? You were ok with the idea of me marrying Mark. For christ’s sake, Mark Tuan!” you yelled. “What is so wrong with ChangBin that you won’t get over it?” Your mother placed a hand on your arm.
“Clyde, honey,” she said, “You know this is very familiar. My father hated you. And what did that accomplish?” Your dad folded his arms and glared at your mother. “Huh? Nothing. We still got married and we’re happy, despite him.” She walked to him and gently touched his arm. “Is that what you want for her?”
“Why not Mark?” your dad questioned you. “He comes from a good family and he likes you. He’ll take over from me one day.”
“Why not Mark?” you repeated. “Because it is Mark, daddy. He loves himself and anything he can get off with. He’s a petulant child when he doesn’t get his way. I don’t love him.” You didn’t know ChangBin entered the apartment again. In his rush, he forgot his wallet and cell phone.
“Don’t love him?” your dad laughed dryly. “You love this other man, Seo? What do you know about love?”
“What did you know when you married momma at 19? I may not know a lot, but I know how he makes me feel, and I like it,” you said firmly. “Daddy, I’ve never felt safer with anyone else. He knows everything that makes me, me. I know it’s too soon to think about forever, but I can’t see my life without him,” you said softly. “I love him, daddy. I’m not leaving.”
“Y/N,” you heard from behind you. You turned to see ChangBin, his eyes full of tears. “Do you? Really?” You smiled and nodded. Wrapping you in his arms he kissed your forehead. “I love you too,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry I never told you,” you said sheepishly. Tucking your head to his neck you placed small kisses under his ear. He hugged you tiger and giggled.
“It’s ok, princess. Just no more secrets ok? I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know everything,” ChangBin said softly.
“Leave them alone,” your mom instructed, stopping your dad from interrupting. “You weren’t going to win this battle anyway.” He smiled sadly and nodded. “He is a lot like you. That’s a good thing. She’ll be ok.”
“Well, she is your daughter,” your dad laughed. “I have no doubt she’ll be fine.”
Mr. Tough Guy (part 6)
➟ pairing(s):Mafia! Changbin x fem!Reader
➟genre(s):Fluff
➟word count: 844
➟warnings: Soft Binnie
“But Princess,” ChangBin cried, “I haven’t seen you at all this week. I miss you.” It was easy to hear him sulk on the phone.
“Binnie,” you said sternly, “I have to study. You know if you show up we’ll end up in bed… not studying.” A giggle erupted in your throat as you heard his tiny tantrum.
“Fine. But after this exam you’re all mine,” he haggled with you.
“Sounds great, honey,” you answer absent-mindedly. “I’ll call you tonight before bed, yeah?” Making kissy sounds you quickly disconnected the call.
ChangBin stared at his phone slightly annoyed that he was dismissed so quickly but immensely impressed at your dedication to finishing school. Despite the emptiness from missing you, he continued his day as normal. It wasn’t until Chan told him to call it a day, it was already late into the night he realized you hadn’t called.
“Felix, bring the car around,” ChangBin requested. Listening to the man on the other end he nodded his head. “Yeah. We’ll make one stop before her apartment.”
Knowing your roommate was out of town this weekend, ChangBin let himself into your apartment. All the lights were on and he could hear the television from your room. He bit his lip annoyed again that he hadn’t heard from you; however, Stepping into the kitchen his heart broke.
You were sleeping on the island. Your laptop is open and the pen is still in your hand. He knew the way you hunched over the surface that you couldn’t be comfortable. Placing a few items on the counter, he closed your laptop and carefully stacked your book and notes.
He stroked your cheek and called your name softly. Being a light sleeper, that would typically wake you up but you didn’t budge. He wondered how many nights you spent like this.
Not being a cook by any stretch of the imagination, ChangBin made you a sandwich. Not much, but stacked high with meat, cheese, and vegetables. Once satisfied, be put a little more effort into waking you up.
“Y/N,” he said louder, massaging your back, “Wake up, baby.” You shifted and slapped him away. “Come on, wake up.” He bent down and laid his head on your arms. Blinking slowly, you smiled when you saw his face.
“Hi,” you greeted him. “What are you doing here?” Kissing his lips you stretched and looked around the kitchen. “Wheres, my stuff?” He nodded to the counter and slid you the sandwich.
“You hungry?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “I didn’t want to wake you, but it looked like you needed an intervention.” Smiling at him lovingly you leaned on your elbows and puckered your lips for a kiss. “No. Eat.” You pucker turned to a pout as you held the sandwich.
“Did you make this yourself?” you asked between bites. He nodded and busied himself making a drink for the two of you. “You’re too good to me Mr. Seo.” His shoulders visibly shook as he laughed.
“You’re so dramatic. It’s just a sandwich,” he teased you. Taking the now empty plate he rolled up his sleeves and washed the few dishes he used. “Go change for bed.” His order was simple but left no room for debate.
Slipping into his favorite black silk nightie, you sat on the bed waiting for him. A small gasp left his lips when he saw you.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked loosening his tie. You tried to look flirtatious, but he wasn’t having that tonight. He removed his shirt and pants, folding them and placing them on your wardrobe. “You need to sleep. Your test is in a few days.”
“Then come put me to sleep,” you quipped. Taking you in his arms, he chuckled and laid you on the bed. Running your fingers through his hair, you sighed against his neck.
“Tonight we sleep. Tomorrow we play,” he shushed you. “I’ve got big plans for you once your finished with university.” You moaned against him.
“Oh? Like what?” you asked drowsily. His arms tightened around you and his fingers stroked your back. He knew exactly how to put you to sleep. The beat of his heart pacified you to sleep while he babbled on absent-mindedly.
“I was thinking about flying us to Fiji. The beaches there are stunning,” he said. “We can get some color on this soft skin. Just me and you.” You hummed again, half sleeping. “Or maybe Paris. I think you would enjoy the Eiffel Tower, the Lourve, and the Notre Dame Cathedral. They would be marvelous places to see together.” He kissed your temple and rested his head on yours. “We can walk along the Seine River and visit the Place de la Concorde.”
He beamed at your sleeping face, knowing he was talking to himself now.
“We can visit Rome if you want to instead. The Pantheon and Colosseum are stunning. Of course, we’ll tour the Sistine Chapel.” He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. “We’ll travel the world. Anywhere you want, I don’t care. I just need you by my side.”
