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Oh God, oh God, oh God!” You jump into the back of a taxi without even thinking about it.
“Uhhh-“ the driver in the front whips his head around to look at you, expectantly?
“Just drive! Please I- oh God he’s coming please drive.”
And the driver sees it, the glimmer of panic in your eyes, so he just… he fucking floors it.
“Sorry.” You croak out a minute into the drive. “Can we umm, can we go to a drive thru? I’ll even pay for your meal.”
“I’m not going to say no to that.”
You smile and close your eyes, your breathing starting to steady.
_________
“Want to tell me what happened?” The guy asks curiously, watching as you chow down on your McDonald’s fries like your life depends on them.
He also made you join him in the front once he pulled up to park with the food, said it’s weird that you’re sharing a meal but he’s in the front and you’re in the backseat… you don’t necessarily disagree.
“I was on a date.”
“Bad enough for you to run from?”
“He-“ you take another mouthful of fries and chew diligently. “He was an asshole.”
The driver snorts. “He starve you or something?”
“We were going to a steakhouse right? So we met there and the first thing he did was insult my outfit!”
The drivers eyes try not to roam too far but your outfit was genuinely nice, not too over the top but not casual either.
Black leather pants, an off the shoulder top that was a deep burgundy colour and a silver chain draped around your neck, small but simple enough to make a statement.
Your makeup wasn’t too put on either.
A glossed lip and some mascara, maybe a bit of blush? He wasn’t too sure.
“What’s wrong with your outfit?”
“I’m not showing enough skin, apparently.”
“Excuse me?!”
“Exactly! Cheeky fucking asshole. He said it would of been a pain to get me out of leather later on and I should have planned easier access.”
You watch as the drivers mouth falls wide open. “I’m not even joking.”
You sip on the Diet Coke and almost moan at how cold it is, the perfect sweetness to compensate for the salty fries. “That’s when I jumped into your taxi and told you to floor it.”
“I ummm-“ you watch as the guy chews on his bottom lip, anxious? Why? “I’m not a taxi driver.”
You choke on the Diet Coke.
The straw accidentally hitting the back of your throat at his confession.
“WHAT??”
“I’m not a taxi driver. I was pulled into the taxi rank though so it’s kind of my fault, and I was going to tell you to get out but you looked so worried and you… that guy was following you so…”
“Oh my God.” You slump into the passenger seat. “I can’t believe this is happening to me! I don’t know whether to apologise to you ummm-“
“Changbin.”
“Changbin.” You repeat his name. “Or whether to wonder if I’m being kidnapped. Are you kidnapping me? Is this what’s happening? If McDonald’s is going to be my final meal I need at least another Big Mac and a nine carton of nuggets first. Jesus fuck, I’m an idiot-“
“I’m not kidnapping you, if that makes you feel any better.”
You’re not sure if it does or not.
“And I- I really should have told you that I wasn’t a taxi driver, sorry.”
“It’s fine, my friends will love this story.” You sigh dramatically. “What a disaster.”
“Is my company that bad?”
You actually laugh at this.
“Thats not a yes or a no!” He continues to tease, playing it up with a pout and a whine until you grab one of his cheese sticks and shove it into his mouth.
“Thanks, for driving me here and eating with me, and getting me away from that man.”
And you mean it.
Sincerely.
“You’re welcome.”
Changbin says back. “I hope I was an okay date in comparison.”
And there’s a glint in his eyes when he says it, and you hope you’re mirroring it.
“You were.”
“Maybe next time we can go to a steak house?” There’s a small smile on his lips. “You can rock up in a potato sack for all I care too.”
“Potato sack dress and a steakhouse meal? Sounds perfect for a second date.”
“Sec- YAH! McDonald’s and you thinking I’m kidnapping you and me pretending to be a taxi driver should NOT count as a first date!”
“And yet… it does!”
“It does not!”
“Why not?”
“Well-“ Changbin falters. “For one, we’re eating McDonald’s out of my car!”
“I just shoved a cheese stick into your mouth did I not? That’s romance right there.”
Changbin grumbles under his breath and you smile at the way his brows furrow but lips purse.
“Were you serious?” You have to wonder. “About a date?”
“And the potato sack for an outfit.” He says back. “Yeah.”
“Okay, okay yeah I… I’d like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
You notice the shy smile cornering his mouth and feel your own mimicking the action.
“I better get out soon, get an actual taxi home-“
“I could give you a lift? Unless of course that’s too forward? I mean, I can still be your taxi driver if you need me to be?”
“… I live with two black belts in taekwondo so if you try anything they’ll beat your ass anyway.”
“Not the ass!” Changbin complains. “Do you know how many squats I do a week to keep it nice and round?”
And you burst into laughter.
Because he’s serious.
So fucking serious.
And it’s ridiculous. So ridiculous. This whole scenario. Whole situation.
Ridiculous.
Ridiculous.
Ridiculous.
And yet… you’re so fucking glad it happened.
….
“Can I pick you up on Friday?”
“Just like that?”
“What do you-“
“You’re not going to get my number? Text me the details of where we need to meet or-“
“The steakhouse, isn’t it obvious? You deserve to have the meal you thought you were going to have tonight, except I get the privilege of giving it to you.” His ears flame a scalding red and you watch him start to flail over his words. “The meal! Giving the meal to you- fuck. Not fuck! I mean- I meant-“
“Changbin.” You say softly. “I would be honoured to be getting it from you.”
He balks.
“The meal, of course.” You carry on, amusement and teasing clear in your tone.
“You-“
“Regret asking me out yet?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Oh really?”
“No.” Changbin confesses. “Not even a little.”
“Not even when I actually turn up in burlap?”
“Not even then.”
“Burlap is hard to get out of though right? Same as these leather pants.”
“You’re taunting me.”
“Taunting you?”
“Mhmmm,”
“How so?”
Because Changbin wants to tell you that it isn’t hard to get you out of burlap, or those tight as leather pants. Hell he’d fucking rip them off you. He’d show you. He really fucking would.
“You have reached your destination.” Changbin says instead of continuing to dig his grave any fucking further.
“How much do I owe you, for the ride?”
“A date. Friday. I’ll pick you up at five.”
“Five.”
“Wear whatever you want.”
And he sounds so sincere about it. So… sweet?
“Yeah, yeah okay.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and give him a small smile before exiting the car.
You have to trust that he’ll come back for you Friday.
And not as a fake taxi driver.
But as your date.
________
“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?!”
“Min-“
“Don’t fucking Min me!” Minho yells. “You got into a random fucking car and just assumed it was a taxi?!”
“Well I-“
“And the guy you went on a date with to begin with?! I need his number. I need his fucking social security number! Who the fuck does he think he is-“
“Hyung,” two arms wrap around Minho’s waist and you see the moment Minho visibly relaxes in Felix’s embrace.
Like a damn cat being scruffed.
“At least the taxi driver who wasn’t a taxi driver was nice, right?” Felix always finds a positive outcome. Always.
Nice is one word to describe him. “Yeah,” you swallow. “Yeah he was… yeah.”
Minho’s eyes are looking at you dangerously. “What happened?”
“Nothing!” Yet. “I just-“
“Oh my God.” Felix laughs. Giggly. High pitched. Practically jumping up and down on Minho’s back. “You LIKE him?!”
“I-“
“You really are fucking stupid!” Minho goes back to his rant. “Are you incapable of making one decision that isn’t going to put you in danger?!”
“Like living with you two, you mean?”
“How is that dangerous?!”
“Because I have to listen to Felix bouncing on your fucking dick first thing in the morning and-“
“We bought you noise cancelling headphones!”
“They can only cancel so many “Hyungie, fuck fuck Hyung! Ah ah-“ before they stop fucking working!”
Minho scowls.
Felix smiles.
Grumpy.
Sunshine.
Your best friends.
Complete opposites.
The perfect match.
“He’s picking me up again on Friday…”
“Oh my God.” Minho groans as if pained.
“Oh my God!” Felix squeals as if delighted.
_________
Friday comes.
Then five o clock.
Then five fifteen.
Then five twenty five.
And you’re stood there.
Not in a potato sack, actually.
But in a skirt, high waisted with sheen black tights underneath, the top is simple but decorated with the same necklace as last time, one of your favourites.
You close your eyes and try not to feel stupid, just like Minho told you that you were.
What was you thinking?
What were you thinking?!
Maybe this was all just one big fucking prank.
Maybe Changbin was just being overly nice because you had a shitty day when he dropped you off?
But he… he looked so… eager? Enthusiastic? Genuine?
For fucks sake.
You’re such an idiot.
You’re going to walk back into your apartment and Minho’s going to give you the whole “I told you so” speech while Felix bakes you brownies to make you feel better and-
“YAH!”
You then back around, startled to see Changbin climbing out of his car, engine still running, hand combing through his hair, face flushed and a bouquet crushed in his palm. “I am SO sorry I’m late! I was actually meant to be here early! But then my dumbass roommate asked me for a favour and I thought I had enough time and- I should have known better! I am so so sorry! I brought you these, although I think they wilted in the car because I was gone so long and then… and then I released I didn’t get your number, or your name! Who does that?! Who asks someone out without even getting their name or number or- and I wasn’t expecting you to still be waiting for me outside so I was going to knock on every apartment door in the building and wait for your two black belt roommates to fly kick me or something but-“
“Changbin.” His eyes go wide, sweat dripping off his brow and petals falling from the bouquet that you take from his hands. “Let’s go to dinner, yeah?”
“Yes! Yeah, please-“
“I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Y/N.” Changbin repeats. “Y/N.”
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Dinner is relatively smooth.
Changbin relaxes a bit more, voice steadier but still loud, no where near as panicked. He doesn’t drink since he’s driving, and you don’t see the need to indulge in wine so you go for a simple orange juice and lemonade that has you and Changbin sparking an entire debate because why not have orange soda? Why mix orange juice with lemonade when “it’s basically the same thing.”
It is not the same thing.
Not even close.
And it takes him trying the damn drink to realise it.
Steaks are served, juicy and tender and you find yourself caught on the way Changbin’s knife serrated through the slab of filet mignon… or rather, the way his biceps bulge in his shirt as he cuts through the meat.
And it’s crazy, right?
You were so fucking offended and creeped out and straight up icked when that motherfucker insinuated how your leather pants would be difficult for you to get out of last week, and here you are now fucking drooling over Changbin.
Changbin is… sweet, though.
Caring.
A gentleman.
Opening doors for you. Pulling out chairs for you.
Making you laugh.
God he makes you laugh.
He’s funny.
And he’s loud, and maybe even a little “too” loud for some, but not for you.
You live with Minho and Felix after all.
Loud isn’t even part of your dictionary anymore.
You welcome it, in-fact.
It’s comforting.
Settling.
Things with Changbin are easy in a way you thought things couldn’t be this early on?
Are you going insane?
You might be going insane?
“Y/N?”
“Hmmm?” Your head snaps up to Changbin. “Sorry, what?”
“You’re ogling me like a piece of meat instead of eating your own, huh?”
You can feel the warmth rise to your cheeks. Flushed. Embarrassed.
You want to wipe that grin off his face by yanking him by the collar and smashing your lips together-
“I mean,” you fumble to try and get an actual answer. You never back down from a remark or challenge, and Changbin has only indulged you so far. “You were the one that said you were going to give it to me, right?”
And the steak goes down Changbin’s throat in a solid lump and he has to drain his glass of water to get it down tidily. “Fuck.”
“Exactly,”
“No! I mean yes but- will you stop doing that?!”
“You said it.”
“YOU said it!” Changbin hisses. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“I already think you’re a gentleman.”
“That’s because you go on dates with assholes.”
“But I’m on one with you right now.”
“You are,”
“Although you did show up late-“
“Yah!” He goes to whine but you laugh. Giggle. Giddy. Happy. Your legs kick out and you can’t help but skim your wedges against his own ankle before pulling back.
“You’re easy to mess with.”
“You’re driving me insane.”
“You’re the driver remember?” You continue.
“At least you won’t need to get a taxi after this.”
“No?” You query. “And why’s that?”
Changbin’s eyes don’t stray away from yours, even as your teeth clamp down on your fork and you peel the tender red meat off of it, giving it a few chews before swallowing.
“You are trouble.”
“You should have known that when I climbed into the back of your car.”
“I did,”
“And yet you still wanted to see me after.”
“Maybe I like trouble.”
“Maybe?”
Changbin hums. “Yeah, maybe.”
The walk back to the car is heated.
Palpable.
A ticking time bomb.
Changbin opens the door for you, and you step into the passenger side before it closes softly behind you.
But by the time Changbin gets into his side of the car, his knuckles are white. A vice grip on the gear stick as he puts the car into reverse. A tension in his brow and a slight snarl to his upper lip.
“Is everything…”
“Fine,” he says. Slightly short. Slightly cut. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”
“Okay?” You try not o deflate. To become a wreck. To think the 729362 thoughts currently riddling you with anxiety because you just had a really wonderful dinner full of amusing conversation and great company and now he’s… acting different? “If it’s too much trouble to drop me home I really can-“
You gesture to get back out but a hand stops your sentence. A squeeze on your kneecap, Changbin’s entire body turned towards you.
“I’m trying not to be like that fucking asshole last week who only saw you for your body.” He says. Slowly. Lowly. Voice rough. Gravel. “And I do see you as more than that. I’ve thought it since the moment you first jumped into my car all panicked, so beautiful, so kind. Offering to buy me a meal-“
“It was a McDonald’s-“
“It’s still food,” Changbin doesn’t let you take that away from what it is. What it was. “And me taking you outta tonight, God I can’t even remember the last time I even wanted to go on a date. They just seem so… empty? Like they all lead to a quick fuck and no promise of a next time, and that’s not what I want with you.”
He squeezes your kneee again and your breath catches in your throat. “No?”
“No. I mean, I mean God I am desperate to get you into the backseat of my car right now but I’m also trying to hold back so badly. I don’t want to be compared to any of your failed dates. I don’t want to be a failed date. I want to keep seeing you.”
“Changbin,”
“Yeah?”
“Please get me into the backseat of this fucking car.”
He closes his eyes if only to compose himself through a shaky exhale, and you notice the tent in his pants that his thighs are attempting to squash down to no avail.
“You deserve a bed, at the very least. Somewhere comfortable-“
“The back seats look pretty comfy,” you add on, trying to feign nonchalance. “There’s enough room too I reckon, especially for my knees to be either side of you if-“
Changbin reaches over, basically lunging forward and smashes your mouths together. A clash of teeth and tongue and your spit on his lips and his on yours and you can barely keep up with the way he’s brushing your mouth but honestly it feels… it feels so exciting. Adrenaline pumping through your veins at the mere thought of how worked up you’ve got him with a few simple words. The possibilities could be endless in future and-
Future.
Fuck.
You’re already thinking that far ahead?!
After ONE date?!
(Two technically because you do still in fact count your drive thru mishap as a date thank you very much.)
“Shit,”
“Shit.” Changbin repeats as he pulls back but not without a peck to your lips. “Is this really happening?”
“I hope so.” You pant out.
“This,” Changbin tries to calm himself down but you look sinful, eyes half lidded and lips red from where Changbin’s own were on them mere moments ago. “This isn’t a one time thing, right?”
“I-“
“I don’t want it to be.” Changbin blurts. “I can’t have it be.”
“You can’t?”
Changbin shakes his head frantically. “There’s just something about you. Something that just-“
“Drives you insane?” You use his earlier words against him, reaching between you both to capture his lips. “The feeling is more than mutual.”
And that’s how you find yourself in the backseat of his car.
Finally.
Fully clothed still.
Unfortunately.
Your legs spread and swung over his thick thighs, his hands planted firmly on your waist and grounding you down onto his erection with fever as you continue to try and find a rhythm in your kissing that isn’t just shallow pants into one another’s mouths.
Changbin takes the lead eventually, moving your hair behind your back as if offended it was ever there in the first place before his mouth attaches to your neck, peppering open mouthed kisses up and down the column of your throat.
“Off,” you gasp as your hands slide under his shirt, tugging on it as best you can until Changbin laughs, the sound vibrating against your neck deliciously before he finally helps you undo his buttons.
“Oh my God.” You moan, rocking down onto him all needy at the sheer sight of his pecs. The way his biceps ripple. The firm but somehow still soft stomach.
You want to bite him.
“I want to bite you.”
Changbin laughs. Flustered. Adorable. Unbelievably sexy, before coming back to claim your lips and help you out of your own shirt. Leaving you in just your push up bra that has Changbin drooling around the corners of his mouth.
“Still think I should have worn a potato sack?”
“I’d be drooling either way.”
“Cheesy.”
“Nah, just fucking insane about you.”
“After two dates?”
“I refuse to count McDonald’s as our first date.”
“That’s a shame, I don’t put out on the first date-“
Changbin reaches around and lifts your skirt up from behind, shucking it over your waist before grabbing handfuls of your ass, making you squeak and Changbin grin wickedly.
“You really are trouble.”
“Maybe I’ll behave on the third date.” Your hand wanders down as you shuffle yourself back to the waistband of his trousers, popping open the button and finally feeling his cock.
Red.
Leaking.
Neglected.
“Now who’s the one drooling?”
Your eyes flit back up to Changbin’s and your hand reaches out to squeeze at the base of his dick.
“I don’t know,” you counter back. “You tell me?”
And then there’s a ripping noise.
And your thighs are exposed.
Your tights shredded.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” Changbin tells you. “Hell I’ll buy you diamond encrusted ones but-“
“That was so hot.” You complain. “I need you to do that to me next.”
Changbin splutters. “Rip you in half?!”
“Please and thanks.” You say like it’s a need.
And it is at this point.
A dire fucking need.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Ah I- yeah?” Changbin fumbles with his pants pocket again, typical guy pulling one out of his wallet that makes you suppress your laugh before you snatch the foil packet from his hands and rip it with your teeth.
His cock twitches at the action.
Right there for you to see.
“Seriously?” You laugh a little.
“You have no idea how much I want you.”
You roll the condom down his length, giving it a slow drag and pump.
“I think I do.” You tell him, before bringing yourself forward again.
Changbin’s fingers lower themselves back onto you, where your underwear is damp and hot and slipping to the side as his fingers lightly run over you. “Yeah,” he croaks. “I think you do.”
“Bin-“
He pushes two in, slow, careful. The stretch is divine.
“You’re so wet.”
“You ripped my tights off.”
“You’ve been wet longer than that.”
“Your muscles flexed whenever you moved your cutlery back and forth.”
“Oh it’s my muscles you like huh?”
“Not- ah! Not just your muscles-“
“Maybe I should have pinned you up against a wall instead?” He jests, fingers pumping inside you with haste now.
“Cha- ah! Changbin-“
“Yeah you’re right, next time hmm?”
“Please, please-“
“You had so much to say earlier baby, now you’re all needy whines and begging? Just from my fingers?”
“Their good fingers-“
Changbin laughs, unashamed and so damn endeared before kissing at your lips. “You gonna ride me?”
You nod, unable to trust your voice right now.
Changbin has you perfectly aligned, your underwear still shucked to the side and it should be embarrassing at just how wet you are, unable to even go slow as you sink down on him due to your own arousal. Making you hit ass to thigh almost instantly.
“Ha- ah-“ Changbin grips at your waist, fists the fabric of your skirt into his palm as he steadies you. “You okay?”
“S’deep.”
“Yeah.” Changbin agrees. “Jesus Christ.”
“Changbin- Bin- Binnie-“
“Already babbling these little nicknames baby?” He leans back and holds you tight. “I haven’t even started yet.”
And although YOU were the one meant to be riding him? He’s the one thrusting up into you.
And it’s…
Not to re use the same phrase a million and one fucking times…
Driving you insane.
He’s insane.
His stamina is borderline unrealistic.
His pace doesn’t slow.
His thumb comes to rub at your clit, the other hand now holding you all by itself, fucking you back down on his cock as he fucks up into you.
You have never felt more grateful for a shitty date in your life.
“Changbin, Changbin, Changbin-“
Your hand reaches out on either of his pecs to try and stabilise yourself in some way but you can physically feel your climax building and your body going limp and you never believed those stupid cheesy old movies you’ve watched where the back of the car would steam up as the couples do it but you can make out the condensation dripping down the windows.
You clench around his cock after the pressure builds enough for you to release and you feel the moment Changbin orgasms not a thrust behind, pushing you down on top of him until you’re somehow unbelievably even deeper.
So deep you think you might feel it in your fucking throat.
He waits until his cock is softening before slipping out of you and fixing up your panties.
Nothing can be done about your tights though.
Not that you’re complaining.
You might start wearing them more often if that’s how he’s going to handle them.
He tucks himself away before pulling you close.
Intimately.
Affectionately.
He kisses the sweat on your temple, the top of your nose and then delicately your upper lip.
“Was that okay?”
“What the fuck?” You manage to rasp out.
“What-“
“Okay?! I’m pretty sure I am never going to recover from that.”
“Did I hurt you?!”
“No! Oh my God Changbin how can you- how can you go from railing me in the backseat of your car to-“
“Because I like you and I don’t want to fuck it up!”
“Believe me, I want to be fucked up. Again. Please.”
“You-“
“Drive you crazy? I know.”
“No, crazy doesn’t cover it. Have you forgotten already? Insane. You drive me insane.”
Your lips meet once again, and you have a slight feeling you’re not getting out of this car anytime soon.
__________
“Hello!” You greet the person down the phone once they answer you. “I’d like to book a taxi please,”
Your boyfriend chuckles down the other end of the line.
No matter how many times you do this.
He never ever ever gets sick of it. “Yeah? Where too?”
“My boyfriend’s house please. He just got a new mattress and I need to test it-“
“I’m already outside.”
You giggle and make your way down your apartment hallway until you come face to face with a more than recognisable car.
“Taxi for Y/N?”
“That’s me!” You chirp, climbing into the passenger seat and smacking a kiss to Changbin’s lips.
“Is that how you greet all your taxi drivers?” He asks. Dopey smile on his face.
“Nope! Just mine.”