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jeongin-lvr · 3 months

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Can you give us skz bf when they find out a second member has a crush on the reader

ᙏ̤̫ ˘˘˘ skz reactions when another member likes you (nsfw)

𓈃 ★ CHAN

Chan wasn’t by any means possessive— at least not outwardly. He’d smile whenever the members would buddy up with you. They’re practically his family, after all. And you were the love of his life, why wouldn’t he like to see all of you get close? It’s only when he notices that Hyunjin has taken an extra liking to you. Going the extra mile to help you, laughing a little too hard at your jokes, and Chan especially noticed how his eyes would trail up and down your figure each time you turned around. Suddenly, Chan was biting his lip and narrowing his eyes. You were so obvious too… it made Chan wonder how you hadn’t noticed. Despite your oblivion seeing Hyunjin toy with you while you just smiled innocently made him want to pounce across the table at Hyunjin any chance he could.

It tipped over the edge when you wore that low cut top; the one he begged you not to wear yet you did anyway. That’s when Chan nearly lost his shit. He’d catch Hyunjin shamelessly eyeing those pretty tits of yours, the way they spilled from your top each time you bent forward. Chan was furious. So that night while Hyunjin was the only one home beside the two of you, Chan pressed you right against the door and fucked you as hard as he could. His goal was to send the message that Hyunjin could never have you. Your pretty moans slipping through the cracks of the door while he held your wrists above your head, going the extra mile by loudly boasting how you were all his.

“You’re mine— got that? No one else will ever fuck you this good. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? Tell me how good I fuck you, go on.

𓈃 ★ LEE KNOW

You could never really know what he was thinking. He was unpredictable; one day he might be the most loving, doting, perfect boyfriend out there… the next he could have you strip for him so he could bend you over his knee and spank the shit out of you. It’s the best of both worlds! It was surprisingly you who first noticed Seungmin’s lingering stare on you! You caught him staring at you one too many times for it to be a simple coincidence. The thought excited you because you knew exactly how Lee Know would react if he found out. You knew the games he played. So you decided to get a head start. Staring by returning the stares with Seungmin to fluster him, ultimately making Lee Know gawk at the two of you in utter shock. He’d bite his lips as he’d watch you pat Seungmin’s fluffy hair and place your neatly manicured hands on his knee. Lee Know caught on quick; he just didn’t bother to say anything, daring to see how far you’d go.

It was about a week into your little game when he finally snapped. The sight of your fingers swiping at something on Seungmin’s lips, swiping something away with care. Your nose so close to the younger boys— Seungmin was clearly blushing, enjoying the proximity. Meanwhile, Lee Know? No, that man was seething so he just outright said something, immediately placing a veined hand at the back of your neck and pushing you roughly against the dining table, making both you and Seungmin gasp loudly. However, your shock melted quickly into eagerness as you felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh; you also felt Seungmin’s piercing gaze as Lee Know practically growled into your ear.

“You must think you’re so clever, yeah? Taunting me like that… since you have taken such a keen interest in ‘Min, why don’t you show him how well you take me, hm?”

𓈃 ★ CHANGBIN

When Changbin first found out Chan had a crush on you, he was pouty. Adorable little lips jutting out, shimmery brown eyes fluttering each time with annoyance whenever he caught the two of you even just simply chatting. Changbin did not at all like whenever the two of you were left alone, maybe it was a bit toxic but does it matter? And it totally didn’t help that you were slightly feeding into his jealousy; always boasting about ‘Chan this’ and ‘Chan that.’ Poor boy was practically scowling whenever he even saw Chan enter the room. You teased Bin because he was cute when he was mad— you also teased him because you liked the sex you’d get out of him. The toe curling, jaw dropping quickies he’d give you each time he even felt an ounce of jealousy run cold in his veins. How his stamina seemed to grow tenfold whenever he thought you spent a little too long with Chan. Sex when Changbin was jealous, to him, was a reminder that you were his; to you it was euphoric because he was so rough and so whiny with you.

He currently had you bent like a pretzel, knees in your chest, ankles dangling beside your cheeks with his strong hand desperately gripping the pillow beside your head. This was the third time today he’d fucked you into the mattress— but it wasn’t his fault! You were pushing his buttons… this particular moment stemmed from how you had mentioned how toned and big Chan’s arms were. Changbin was quick to drag you by your elbow into the closest room, laying you on the bed and purposefully leaving the door unlocked. He hoped Chan could hear the way the headboard smacked violently against the wall; how you only moaned his name— Your Binnie! He couldn’t wait till later so he could show off the bite marks and scratches you’d left on his bicep, hoping to flex them around the dorms just for Chan to see. The entire time he would whisper to you in gentle whines how he didn’t like how Chan was looking at you. Or the way you were talking about him. Especially how you talked about his muscles. Definitely not that.

“Chan doesn’t have sh-shit on me, yeah, baby? Tryna steal— steal my girl, fuck. He can’t have you. You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

𓈃 ★ HYUNJIN

Hyunjin… Let’s just say he temporarily despises whoever dares to crush on his girlfriend! Dirty looks, possessive touches, hickeys along your neck and collarbone that would be way too hard to hide with concealer. The person in question happens to be Jeongin, constantly giving the poor boy dirty looks despite the younger trying his best to avoid you for this very reason! But Hyunjin just doesn’t like knowing how he felt for you. He did not like it at all. So whenever Jeongin would come around Hyunjin was quick to drape his jacket over you and wrap a protective arm around your shoulder, maybe even bringing the two of you into a corner (though not at all hidden) just to kiss you. And he’d silently enjoy when he felt Jeongin’s jealous eyes watching as Hyunjin worked his tongue into your mouth and his hands under your shirt.

You’d tell Hyunjin to relax, although your cheeks were red and your thighs were pressing together for a bit of friction; eyeballs darting toward Jeongin who pretended to be busy with something else on the living room couch, though the apple of his cheeks were rosy and his pants seemed to be getting a tad bit uncomfortable. Hyunjin would simply scoff at you and decide to kiss down your neck instead, making sure to groan just enough to make Jeongin bite his lips. Maybe he doesn’t go the extra mile and put his fingers in your sweet little cunt like he wants to but he definitely riles you AND Jeongin enough to end this little hangout short.

“Did you see him staring at you? He’s so jealous, it’s funny… now spread your legs please, love.”

𓈃 ★ HAN

Jisung would lowkey get mad. Like? You’re clearly his girl, who do they think they are even daring to have a crush on you? So when Jisung finds out cute little Felix has a crush on you he smiles every single time he sees the poor younger boy; it’s not a nice smile either. It’s like he’s smiling to hide the pure anger he feels, his lips upturning almost creepily. It gets to the point where you softly wack his forearm and tell him to stop, red cheeks aglow from slight embarrassment. But Jisung does not give a singular shit, instead eyeing the boy longer. And god forbid you and Felix so much as make eye contact because Jisung will make it know how unhappy he is with that.

He wouldn’t try anything right then and there, nothing more than harsh squeezes of your thigh from beneath the table, maybe even snide remarks towards poor Felix. But the second the door to your shared home is closed he has you backed up against the nearest surface and is inhaling your breath like it’s his own. Lips on your neck, beneath your reddening ears, nipping at the skin like a starved man. It’s not so much as a jealousy thing as it is a dominance thing; proof that he really is yours!! That you chose him and not Felix, which only makes him smile in the kiss and slip his hand into your panties unexpectedly. The moans you let out as he fiddles with your clit only serves as further proof that he is yours, and you are most definitely his.

“Love you, my baby. Looked so pretty tonight even Felix was staring… too bad you’re mine, haha. Ah, stay still let me see your pretty face while I touch you… that’s it.”

𓈃 ★ FELIX

You were actually the one to tell him about Han’s crush on you. You heard from Hyunjin’s loud mouth that Han had been crushing on you for months; to which Felix literally giggled. He was by no means jealous, in fact he was flattered for you. Felix thought of himself as the luckiest man ever because he has someone that others want yet you chose him! It’s actually so sweet when he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, his warm, freckled skin practically melting into you as he placed his gentle hands along your jawline after hearing the news. Felix adores you, he understands why someone else would as well and he also trusts his friends to respect him and keep that shit to themselves!

The thought of another man wanting you only made Felix fall for you harder. You had options yet he was your first pick. So to show you how appreciative of that he is he’s pampering you. Spreading you out on the bed, you’re wearing that new lingerie set he bought you, lace flowers sewn into the panties with ribbons as white as snow. Felix is tender with you while he kisses you, small hands on your wrists as his messy blond hair tickles your tummy. He’s sensual and slow— not to be a tease but because he wants to make this feel special. His plump lips are grazing over your clothed pussy, hums deep enough to make your head spin. He savors every moment of this, thinking about how lucky he is that you’re his.

“Tonight is all about you, sweet girl. Promise to make you feel so good… so lucky to have you. Thank you for being with me.”

𓈃 ★ SEUNGMIN

One jealous son of a bitch. Seungmin seems to always catch other members staring at you a little too hard, seeing their eyes on you or how they licked their lips around you. But it was Lee Know who always had his eyes trained on you, watching you walk— even when you were around Seungmin! And it was pissing Seungmin off. He didn’t know if he was purposely trying to annoy Seungmin or if he was unaware; either way Seungmin was practically grinding his teeth together at the thought of Lee Know ever having a crush on you. But in a weird way Seungmin couldn’t even blame him— sure was he pissed that Lee Know even thought about you like that? Hell yeah. Was he surprised that other people found you attractive? No, not at all. Because it’s true. So in a way Seungmin related to Lee Know, chuckling at the thought after a while. And that’s how this idea had blossomed.

Seungmin had been fingering you for a little over half an hour, edging you on with a sadistic smile and his big brown eyes trained on the way your face squished at the feeling of your approaching orgasm. Your shivering hands rested on his shoulders, moans loud in the night. Seungmin left the door wide open so his roommate, Lee Know, would be able to hear every little sound you made; it worked like a fucking charm! Lee Know was sitting wide eyed in his bed just down the hall, his own bedroom door open a crack. His cock straining in his pants as the sound of Seungmin’s wet palm slapping against your swollen clit filled the room. Lee Know didn’t know whether to say something or to close the door and wish it were him pleasuring you instead. Seungmin loved that thought— so much so he had to whisper it to you, mouth right by your ear. The only thing was his “whispers” were loud enough for Lee Know to hear perfectly, every crisp syllable.

“D’ya think Minho heard you, sweetheart? Bet he wishes it was him touching you like this… bet he wants to touch you like this. He can’t reach the best parts of you like I can, baby, trust me. He doesn’t know this pretty body like I do.”

𓈃 ★ JEONGIN

Three words; jealous, whiny baby. He’s jealous, what else can I say? As soon as he hears from Chan that Changbin has a crush on you— his girlfriend —he’s seething. He immediately runs to you, whining into your arms as his weight crushes you into the bed, pouting into the soft crook of your neck, inhaling your faded perfume as he spoke. You’re feigning sympathy, asking questions you knew would tick him off, playing with his thick, conditioned hair as you did so just to tease him more, “Oh yeah? Bin likes me? How cute, how cute.” And, let me tell you, Jeongin is not amused by you at all. His bottom lip jutting out as he lifts his head and gives you the nastiest glare, big hands gripping your hands that were once in his hair. But it’s especially when Changbin comes in to ask you two what you want for dinner (though really he just wants to talk to you) that Jeongin silently loses it. Before you can even properly answer the older male Jeongin is pushing him out the room, locking the door behind him.

And now he has you laid on the mattress with your own panties pathetically shoved into your mouth as a make shift gag, holding his phone in front of your face. He’s recording, clicking his tongue and letting the camera scan up and down your sweaty, red marked body as he buries his cock between your thighs. He’s mocking you now, asking you questions with that same tone of understanding, feigning sympathy for the way his dick is splitting you open. Taunting you by saying he’ll send the video to Changbin to “prove a point,” and you’re practically sobbing from both pleasure and embarrassment! But it’s okay he won’t send it, he’ll keep it all to himself… you’re all his!

“What do you think, babe, should I send it? Think he’ll like it… no? Aw, what a shame. Shh, don’t cry, I know it feels good, shh.”

[ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ] 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾：𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 ！𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 😭

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3rachaslut · 24 days

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kinks i think skz would have (part 3)

SKZXFEM READER

cw: smut obviously (MINORS DNI) the tw’s are kinda obvious with the sub header but read at your own discretion babies 🤍

a/n: not proofread sorry for any mistakes. also i’m so happy to be writing again! lets be delulu together xox

part 1, part 2

bangchan; hair pulling

oh my lord this man is relentless,

he’d be grabbing fistfuls of your hair and yanking your head up to look at him when you’re on your knees underneath him

“you look so pretty on your knees for me doll”

will literally snatch your hair as he’s fucking you in missionary and growl like an ANIMAL down your ear as he’s so deep in your pussy

“f- fuck baby, ah- feel so good around my cock”

the way your mouth drops open at the sting on your scalp as you stare up at him with mascara down your face from him deep-throating you omg you look devine babygirl!

“don’t cry angel you’re doing such a good job for me” *continues to FACE FUCK you*

lee know; edging/ overstim

we all knew this one was coming

you best believe lee know would make you BEG for him to let you come every. single. time. without fail. you would be a whimpering, sobbing mess

“if you want to cum, what do you say baby? … hmm i don’t think think you want it that much” GOD

he would be holding the vibrator to your clit for ages! smirking at your face contorting as the pleasure just builds and builds in your pussy.

“such a good girl for daddy hmm?” HELP (i am simply a dog)

“that’s it, keep begging sweetheart” AHH

and when he does let you come oh. god. he would make you orgasm over and over again until you’re crying! your pussy would be so red and swollen afterwards and he lovessss to see it

“no no doll, you begged me to come so take it like a good girl”

changbin; pussy slapping

hear me out-

so, changbin would be on top of you fully clothed whilst you’re bare naked underneath him and even the sight of you alone is enough to have his cock digging into you from his pants

he’s the type to play with your clit until you’re mewling but would SLAPPP your pussy once he hears you beg to go faster

“you don’t tell me when to do with your pussy darling”

the way he would smirk slyly as your body jolts up and your legs shake in surprise at the sudden impact o.m.g!

each slap would have you groaning from your whole chest as he continues slapping your sensitive clit again and again and he would even have the AUDACITY to chuckle down your ear at your reactions

“you’ll get my cock soon enough baby, don’t worry”

hyunjin; praise kink

i feel like this one being on the list was inevitable. hyunjin and praise kink just go hand in hand

the way he would trace your entire body with his hands leaving kisses on your exposed skin with his eyes full of adoration i’m CRYING

“you’re actually ethereal y/n..”

each time he would kiss the inside of your thighs, he would look up at you with your head thrown back in bliss and smile lovingly at the sight of you enjoying yourself. (all he cares about is your pleasure i SWEAR)

“that feel nice baby?” um YES

none. stop. compliments of how beautiful your body is and how he’s the luckiest man in the world

lots of make out sessions because trust me, this man is drunk on you!

“so fucking beautiful”

han jisung; marking

because han AINT SHARING

the thought of anyone else looking at you has han feeling the need to mark you as his own. you’re his and he’s yours. done!

seriously bestie, the amount of hickeys he gives you is crazyyyy! but would absolutely kiss each one after making them

“my gorgeous girl, aren’t you? only mine” the POSSESSIVENESS i love urgh

the way he would have you moaning underneath him as he sucks on your neck again and again and the way you would sound so sexy he would be lowkey going feral for you.

“fuck baby, i love you so much”

felix; pain play

because, in my opinion, felix can’t contain his dom side around you…

as in he would be shoving his fingers down your throat whilst pinching and twisting your nipples just to hear your choked moans whilst you writhe under him

and the way he would chuckle smugly af at the state he would put you in every time. (his deep laugh has me on the floor)

“is it hurting baby? aww… good”

SLAPPING. EVERYWHERE.

the lasting bruises of his hands all over your thighs and ass for dayssss

the way he would nip his teeth against your clit just to see you jump and buck up into his face when you feel a sharp sting onfbsjsn

*deep voice* “good girl” — AHHHH i’m sat!!

seungmin; objectification & humiliation

this one is my personal fave… stay with me !!…

i know for sure that seungmin is a super soft lover but you can’t tell me this man doesn’t respectfully disrespect you to the point of orgasm !

the way he would tease your clit forever just to look into your desperate af eyes and laugh at you for being “such a needy fucking puppy yeah?” and the way he would call you a whore and slap you in the face afterwards IM WET

“can’t speak now pup? aww are you so dumb on my cock that you’ve turned into nothing but a doll for me to fuck? yeahhh…”

and the way he would choke you until your eyes roll back in bliss just to laugh at how pliant you are O.M.G

the aftercare though! he would give you so so many face kisses and cuddle you so tightly only to do the exact same thing the night after

jeongin; Msub

look, i’m constantly torn between wanting innie to rail me and wanting to corrupt him but this oneeee…

WHINEY JEONGIN.

when i tell you the whimpers this man lets out whilst you tease the top of his cock is heavenly, i mean dangerously

“y/n- mistress! please!” oh my

his eyes would be focused on YOU, never taking his eyes off his beautiful girl

so much begging and pleading and the way he would moan even louder in desperation when you smirk at him because he knows it gonna be a long night

“i’ll be good! i’ll be so good for you! please y/n!”

the way he would grab your face once he comes down from his high and just kisses you for so long with SO much passion. i will cry

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #bang chan smut #leeknow smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids x you #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours

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wontune · 5 months

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✰ ゙ Felix [ stray kids ] lockscreens ‹‹

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miniversse · 1 month

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⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

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it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

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fleurhcss · 1 month

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✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝? – Han x FEM Reader!

cw : guitarist and singer, rockstar, semi public sex, concert, bfwb to lovers, little bit crazy, perm han, love your thighs

sw : choke kink, biting, oral (both), piv, unprotected sex, humping, blowjob, hair pulling, pet names, MDNI.

wc : 6.600 words

synopsis : You and Jisung have been friends since primary school. A unique friendship. He had a special personality, quirky, a bit manic in some ways. Whereas you were always shy and kept to yourself. You always supported him, even in his budding career as a rock star. You loved the way he held the stage. Unfortunately, this job deprived him of many of life's pleasures, such as sex. One day he made a suggestion which, despite your initial embarrassment, you did not refuse. You were also sexually frustrated because you had never found a man who met your standards. And Jisung was the perfect man. So you began to be best friends with benefits. One day he will start his performance with a new look that will drive you crazy and this will result in a long and hot sex session.

a/n : this is the third fic that I wrote here and I'm so happy to see that a lot of you really liked this plot so after some waitings here for you the full story !!! 🎀 Hope u enjoy this, let's see in the next one !!! 🤍🤍🥰

MASTERLIST

[ HARD SMUT ]

You and Jisung have always been best friends. You met him in primary school when you were just two kids. You still remember the afternoons you spent together eating snacks and helping him with his homework. He was truly a child full of surprises and talents, he could do anything and you followed him everywhere because you loved him. Jisung was a part of you, you shared everything with him. You were two completely different personalities: you were kind, calm, shy and quiet, and he was quirky, eccentric, talkative, who loved to be the centre of attention and show off his talents, but you knew that deep down he was a kind-hearted person, despite some of his peculiar behaviour that you could sometimes not understand. Jisung really was a personality in his own right. He was unique, and that was what made this friendship unique. No one was like Han Jisung. Like your best friend. And no one would ever be. Never. You were a part of each other and had made a promise to each other. Over time, even your different passions and paths had failed to separate you. You had a job that reflected your personality, a simple bartender and photographer, while he, with a brilliant personality, had become a big shot in music. A wonderful rock star. A lifestyle that perfectly reflected his: free, flamboyant, unique. Han Jisung was simply the rock itself.

Unfortunately, however, our duties often and willingly take us away from what is pleasurable. And indeed it did. Because of the time you spent between the café and the photo studio, you could rarely go out at night to find a man to take to bed. And the frustration was high; you felt the physical need to get laid like never before. To get rid of all the stress weighing on your shoulders. Jisung's situation was no different. With his life as a musician, between studio work and concerts scattered around the country or even on tour, he never had time to relax and indulge in his manly pleasures. He had always been a bit of a playboy in his high school days, you well remember him taking advantage of every party to get into bed with some girl. It was amazing how the next day he would tell you everything in detail and you would tease him about his performance in bed. He was so sweet and convincing when he told you about his talents in bed.

However, when he started to devote himself to music, everything changed. No more tales of strange performances in bed. On the contrary, he would tell you how frustrating it was not to be able to take anyone to bed because of lack of time and fame. If he was caught, he would surely end up in the middle of a scandal, and he was determined to avoid that. He hated having to apologise for indulging his pleasures. Also because you were aware of your best friend's strange habits in bed.

Yes, because Han Jisung loved to play strange bed games with anyone who came along. You were in eighth grade when he first told you about one of his crazy nights at a party. He had left bite marks all over the girl's body and had fucked her in a position that you weren't sure you fully understood when he described it to you. Even less did you think it was normal to prepare the girl with the neck of a wine bottle. But that was Jisung, as special in bed as he was in real life.

Sometimes you were afraid of what she might do when you were not around. He was a strange personality and you loved that about him.

Every once in a while, before he went off to the studio for rehearsals or the release of a new album, he would drop by to tell you about the latest happenings over a good cup of coffee. He remembered how you take it from your high school days and loved to bring you breakfast every morning and tell you about the previous day. It gave you the feeling that nothing had changed over the years. You and Jisung were still the same kids in primary school, fighting over which stickers to put under the desk to make it your own.

You loved this side of your friendship, you felt more and more connected to him in every way, it was as if the longer you went on, the more nothing changed. It warmed your heart and you were grateful. You followed him to every concert in the country, leaving the café under the leadership of your clique of friends. Occasionally you took the opportunity to travel and see his concerts around the world, and when you couldn't join him, he would call you and you would stay up all night. He would always send you videos of where he was going, full performances just for you. You were his privileged fan and he loved it all.

Whenever he came back from tour, you would find him at your door with two beers and two pizzas, ready to spend the next two days with you, telling you about his colourful life away from home while on tour. And you smiled broadly when he told you of his madness and when he held you close to him after months of not feeling the contact of your body and the scent of your skin, which he loved madly. You remember how many times he told you how much he loved your perfume, whether it was some new scent you had bought or the simple smell of your skin after a hot winter shower.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of having a Han Jisung as your friend, as your best friend. It was like having a holiday home all to yourself, only in this case the holiday was for life and nothing could change that fate. Not even his crazy ideas about you, or those strange illuminations he had at night, telling you to follow him through the streets at four in the morning, or to play in the playground.

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It was so strange to think about how you had ended up in that situation with Jisung. Him naked at your side, caressing your skin with his lips.

One day, you remember exactly when and how it happened, you were eating a good kebab, he was complaining about how frustrating his life was since he could no longer take anyone to bed with him. You were about to choke on your beer when the idea came out of his mouth. "Yes, we could help each other! You give me pleasure and I give you pleasure. It's a fair deal, see? So I can show you my talents, you who have heard so much about them for so long," he said excitedly, clapping his hands. Do you remember how you looked at him in shock, your cheeks almost burning? You almost didn't choke on your salad. You were embarrassed, you didn't think your best friend could think such things, with you too. With you. Did Jisung really want to fuck you? You were a bit afraid that it would ruin your friendship. But on the other hand I felt he was right, you were the only one he could go with and he was the only one you had time to spend with. It was an offer with merit, and in the end quite tempting. You were shy, but at the same time you didn't want to turn down the offer, after all Jisung was your best friend, what could go wrong that it wouldn't work out? after all, no man reflected your standards and Han Jisung was really the perfect man. Muscular body, slim waist and long legs. Strong arms, a beautiful face with a predatory look. Jisung was simply ethereal.

"Jisung, are you sure about what you are asking me?" you asked, still a little incredulous. "Of course, Princess. I trust no one but you, and among other things, your body is wonderful, you have gorgeous thighs, I would love to stick my face in them." He whispered in your ear, making you blush. You hadn't expected him to be like that. This boy was a constant surprise. He bit your neck, then took a sip of beer and blinked at you. He was going to drive you crazy, you were more than sure. No one could make you like him, it was amazing the power he had over you.

You sighed and looked at him, "All right, I'm in, but don't get any strange ideas Han". You continued to eat as a huge grin appeared on his face.

And when you saw him grinning, you knew it was over for you.

That's how you ended up where you were now, in Han Jisung's arms, naked in his bed. Secretly, perhaps not so secretly, you loved the way he drew strange patterns on your skin, the way he kissed you and branded your breasts. You were always at his mercy. You caressed his warm stomach skin as he almost massaged your shoulder with his eyes closed. You felt him move underneath you to reach for the water and take a sip before he kissed your hair and began to slide his hand down to your bottom, cupping it in his hands and letting out a giggle. He was amazing, that boy, he would never change.

He ran a hand up your back, cupping your neck from behind and letting the back of your neck tilt back, biting your lower lip and pulling it towards him as he massaged your buttocks. You loved the little touches he would give you after a long session of sex. Also because he had worn you out enough that night. You knew how crazy he was in bed, he always proved it to you, and this time he had only confirmed the theory. He had chosen to eat you, laying you on your stomach on the mattress and taking your legs, wrapping them around his neck as he teased your hole with two fingers. You loved it when he pulled at your pussy lips with his teeth, it drove you crazy the way he squeezed as if he wanted to pull them away from you. "What are you thinking about?" He distracted you from your thoughts, you giggled as you thought about him and what you had done in bed just before. "About you and your extraordinary sexual performance," you laughed and then planted a soft kiss on his lips. He patted your bottom as he burst out laughing and covered his face, then rubbed it and rested on his elbows. His chest was full of your marks, as were your breasts. He had enjoyed branding you that night.

"I have a concert tomorrow, are you coming? I will be wearing a new look and there will be a new song on the set list, I hope you like it, Princess." He smiled and then slipped under the covers and catapulted himself over your body, laughing and kissing your stomach. "Of course I'll come, Jisung. I could never miss a concert of yours. I'm curious too. What are you going to do? Will you come back with blue hair like in high school?" you scoffed. He knew how much you had loved that high school period; blue hair had been your favourite look.

He smiled and jumped out from under the covers, towering over your body, your naked intimacies colliding and making you moan. It was literally driving you crazy. "No, something sexier, I have a performance in store that will blow your mind and you will be in the VIP station with backstage access. I need my princess to recharge, in fact I'm feeling very tired right now, I need a healthy recharge." He grinned. And that sneer could only mean one thing with Han Jisung. Another round. This guy really never got tired when you went to bed. "You really are a lost cause, Han," you said, stroking his hair as he rested his chin on your belly. "And you adore me so much." He laughed, then reached between your legs and began to bite your thighs. He loved your thighs and told you so every time you fucked.

"You have no idea how much I love the taste of your skin under my lips." He whispered, still licking away traces of his cum that were present along your thighs. Another thing you loved about fucking was the fact that you were both clean, no protection and on the pill. So he would release inside you and you loved the feeling of the heat spreading inside you.

He kissed your intimacy and began to slowly run his tongue over it as he cupped your thighs. He took a bite and began to penetrate you with his tongue. He may have given you heaven on a silver platter. He squeezed your buttocks and continued to move his tongue inside you, nimbly moving his hot muscle which, on contact with your already hot walls, seemed to plunge into the hidden, fiery caves of the pleasure circle. He broke away to get some air and took the opportunity to bite one thigh and continue to leave marks all over it, again not stopping there but continuing up the thigh as well. "You cannot understand the desire I have for you. You are delicious. My favourite dessert." He slid two fingers together with his tongue to spread you as wide as possible, even though you were not tight because of the act he had already performed earlier; it wasn't your first time together but he wanted you to be not only comfortable but as pleasurable as possible. He didn't mind giving you pleasure vicariously, especially as he knew how much you enjoyed his actions. He began to move his fingers inside your opening, almost simulating the same movements as his tongue, only the latter went much deeper. From two fingers he went to three and he was sure that he had uncovered your sensitive spot because you moaned. And that could only make Jisung competitive. He started to hit that spot while he used his tongue to lubricate it, after all, no one forbid you to come several times in one night.

The more he looked at your naked body, the more Jisung blinked with eyes filled with lust. Caught in a burning passion that could only be stopped by satisfying it, the boy held your thighs tightly and pushed himself into you for the umpteenth time, almost exhausting you. So he was surprised when he saw you rise, but without a word he let you go to see how far you would go. And so he eased you down, laying on the back of your bed that had accommodated you until then, before moaning hoarsely as he fully felt your tight walls welcoming his member from head to toe, "Holy shit baby...you are so tight, how is it possible that I just fucked you."

He placed his veiny hands on your tight waist to help you move as uncontrollable moans and gasps escaped from both your lips. You were about to reach the climax, but it was too soon for him to stop this inexplicable pleasure; he would have gone on indefinitely just to hold you and fuck you. He smiled mischievously as he watched you gain confidence and begin to jump on his member faster and faster. You grabbed his neck, pulling his hair back, and he made you tighten your grip, looking at you with piercing eyes. "Don't be afraid to hurt me Mummy - do whatever you want to me. You have no idea how much you drive me crazy." He whispered convincingly as he moved closer to your ear before relaxing under your captivating touch. You loved having that effect on him. To see when you were fucking tired after long sessions without having to see him squeeze you into strange positions. Jisung was enchanting in everything he did, which drove you crazy.... You felt completely at his mercy.

You groaned when you felt him bite your shoulder and turned around to see the teeth marks on your shoulder.

He giggled in amusement and took your chin in one hand and kissed you hard while holding your side with the other, helping you to move faster and faster.

You grinned to yourself, especially when you saw how helpless Jisung was against your touch. "Please make me cum, you're so good, fuck Princess" he moaned into your ear.

Your tongues intertwined as you sought each other out. You sucked on the older man's as you rose and fell on his intimacy. You loved the feel of his hands gripping between your waist and buttocks; it was a sensation that went to your head. "Do you want to come? Who am I not to please you, baby?" You smiled amiably, but with a hint of mockery, not because you wanted to tease him, but because you wanted to provoke him further. You wrapped your hands around the young man's neck and pressed your now joined bodies closer together. You continued to thrust until you tightened around the young man's length and poured yourself onto him. But it was not over there, he had not yet come and you had regained your strength to finish there. You had to give him his endurance for the performance. You continued to move quickly on his member until you were close to his ear. "Why don't you fuck me, hard, use me, cum inside me". You were provoking him. And who was Han Jisung to deny you that? You pulled away and licked the line that connected the beginning of his jaw to his chin. You loved provoking him, it was his favourite part. Especially to see his reaction.

He took you by the neck and pulled you closer to his face, barely laughing at your words. "Oh, but baby doll, we're not done yet." As he spoke, he had brought his free hand to your intimacy to collect some of your moisture, which he immediately brought to his mouth, not taking his eyes off you for a moment, wanting to enjoy your expression as you realised he was tasting you. And that drove you crazy. You loved the look Jisung always reserved for you. He licked his fingers and then looked at you with a mocking grin, determined to take what was coming to him. His member ached from how hard it was and he didn't want to waste any more time, "Do you want me to use you, baby doll, mh? Do you want me to fuck you?" He whispered lasciviously in your ear before grabbing your waist again with both hands, squeezing you and holding you still as he had you lie back against the mattress and began to thrust hard and fast on your sensitive spot again. The uneven rhythm allowed Jisung to enjoy your screams as he picked up the pace after a short pause. It was like music to his ears, so much so that he soon found himself moaning along with you. "Fuck baby you are so tight. How I love this feeling." He whispered into your ear. You were crazy about this Jisung. You worshipped him. "Mh...fuck Jisung faster please, I could come again at any moment..."

The last thrusts were harder than the others, he poured himself completely into you, moaning your name in the climax, followed by you, now exhausted.

"You have no idea what I have in store for you tomorrow baby, it will be the most memorable fuck of your entire life. Even the walls will fucking know your name." He laughed, then bit your thigh.

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It had been a tough day at work, you hadn't heard from your best friend and you were sure he was getting ready for the concert that would be this night. In fact, you had already planned your outfit for the evening: a black sheath dress over the thigh with a braid on the chest, a leather jacket and your beloved black knee-high boots. You had also thought of a make-up that would drive Jisung crazy and bring out the colours of your skin.

As soon as you got home, it didn't take you more than two minutes to catapult yourself into the shower and wash up. You were ready in no time, and when you looked in the mirror for the first time in months, you felt really pretty. Beautiful, in fact.

You were really curious about what Jisung had in store for you that night. He had been teasing you until he left your house the day before. He had said that he was going to change his look and you were sure that he was going to do something to his hair as it was the first thing that usually he would change. But you were also very curious about the song he was going to perform in preview this night, as it had not yet been released on any platform. You were sure he would come up with something sexy, as he usually did when he came up with these sudden things. You giggled to yourself. As you grabbed your last things and left the house, you had a smile on your face, happy and curious to see this new side of Jisung. You didn't even need a note, because by now your best friend's security and staff knew you well, not least because you had been caught making out in his dressing room a couple of times and Jisung had been forced to reveal everything to his manager, who had teased him about being desperate. You remember laughing at the look on Jisung's face at that moment.

When you arrived at the entrance to the park where the concert was to take place that night, you were greeted by the staff who escorted you to your reserved seat in the VIP box. Whenever Jisung gave a concert, you felt important just because you were accompanied by his bodyguards. You usually visited him before each concert, but this time you didn't want to spoil the surprise. You wanted to discover his much-vaunted new look at the same time as the performance. You bit your lower lip when the announcer started talking about Jisung and the concert as an introduction, and tugged at your lip fur when the first VCR started. Jisung was truly breathtaking; you had never seen a boy with such refined beauty. He had such delicate and sweet features, but at the same time he was so masculine. Every time you looked at him, you were amazed that his petite body was so well defined and muscular. He was just spectacular. Maybe he was the only guy you would want to fuck no matter who your best friend was. Jisung was the kind of guy you thought was perfect just the way he was. You wondered what he would be like as a boyfriend. But perhaps your mind began to fantasize too much about a hypothetical and almost unlikely relationship with him.

When Jisung appeared a few minutes later and greeted everyone with a big smile, the staff almost had to bring you a glass of water to get you back. It was his usual winking look, that look that drove you crazy, especially when he stuck out his tongue and raised his eyebrows. But it was not that that had particularly impressed you. It was the long-awaited "new look" he had to show off. Her hair was permed, it wasn't quite curly, but he'd waved it to set off his face. It was simply stunning. He wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black trousers that dangerously bandaged his toned legs, and his beloved ankle black boots. Not to mention the inexhaustible amount of jewellery he always wore. You could even see his gleaming nose and lip piercings from under the stage.

His eyes caught yours and he winked, and for the first time you actually blushed under his amused gaze. He licked his lips and craned his neck, then approached the microphone. "I want to dedicate this song to someone special. It's new, you've never heard it before, and I want to give you a sneak preview. It's called 'Don't Say'," he finished, picking up his electric guitar and starting to sing. Your lips were open, Jisung made you tremble when he sang, he was really born to be on stage. He had the air of a rock star. His movements, his voice. He was magnificent. You started to feel hot when he threw his knees over the edge of the stage to start a guitar solo. How crazy he made you when he played, he really made your head spin. With that tongue stuck between his teeth, that defiant look. And then that hair, that curly hair falling down over his face, it really drove you crazy. You felt that night that you could have let that boy do anything to you.

You imagined what it would be like to pull his hair like that, to have those curls trapped between your fingers, your fingers trapped in those curls. You bit your lower lip so hard that you felt blood coming out from too much force. You imagined Jisung on top of you, fucking you so hard that you went crazy, arching your back and rolling your eyes. He was the only one who could make you feel like that. You knew that. You had had enough experiences in your life and Jisung, your best friend, had been the best. Now you understood and mostly believed what he told you about his performance in bed, because you had experienced it yourself on your skin, on your body. Jisung could do it, and that drove you crazy. You would have wanted him all to yourself, all the time. Not just for simple fucks, although they weren't that at all. He would take care of you afterwards, spend time with you. You weren't just a one-night stand. Or just a one-night stand friend. Jisung was in love with you, and if you had only understood the way he looked at you, you would have realised it much sooner. He adored you so much. But just seeing him on stage with that erotic look on his face as he smoothly ran his fingers over the guitar strings made you realise how attractive he was even when he was doing normal things. You were crazy about him, and you realised it just by watching him play.

When he unbuttoned the first four buttons of his shirt during his speech, leaving only two, you squeezed your thighs because you were soaking wet. You were sure that Jisung would tease you even more if he saw you in that state. That was typical of him. He loved to see you under him, moaning and trembling at his touch. Well, how could you not when he reserved that feline look for you. Normally Jisung had such big eyes that he looked like Bambi, you always called him "Squirrel Boy" because of his cheeks or "Bambi Boy" because of his eyes. But when you were under him and he was fucking you, his look was that of a hungry panther who would not be easily sated by you. You were very sure of that. Also, because when you were in bed, the rounds were always three or two, you remember how he once lasted until dawn. It was one of your best fucks.

You returned the look he had reserved for you for a few moments, and you quickly realised that he wanted to take you backstage with him after the concert. You were a little scared after what happened last time, when you were caught. You thought he was a bit of an exhibitionist. Also because it was to be expected, given his personality.

His manager came to see you in person, rolling her eyes; she knew exactly what was coming, and maybe you did too. Jisung was a lost cause. You bit your lower lip again and made yourself comfortable on the small sofa in his dressing room while the manager asked for the door. "Please be discreet, don't make too much noise." She giggled, sending a trail of blush down your cheeks. You looked around and waited for your best friend to arrive, probably stuck at the meet and greet taking pictures with fans. All the more reason for you to be quiet. Or at least you were the one who had to keep a certain voice tone. Every time you fucked the morning after, you had to drink one of those hot herbal teas with honey. And that had always made Jisung sneer and boosted his ego.

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About half an hour after you arrived in his dressing room, the elder's slender, toned figure peeked through the door, his neck craned to one side with his customary wink. He watched you as he finally unbuttoned his shirt and pulled back his semi-curly hair.

He approached you slowly, as if to support the pace of a panther, as if to seduce you. It was an erotic vision. His unbuttoned shirt revealed his toned tan chest, the two nipple piercings reflected in the room as he licked his lips, playing with the piercing in them. You tightened your legs and lost your breath and he noticed it well. "So I see you enjoyed the show quite a bit, very much so my new look, did you?" He laughed as he spread your legs with one knee and rubbed it against your wet cunt. You were unable to respond, as if the cat had really eaten your tongue. In this case, the cat was him. "I can see that you enjoyed it very much. Look at you, princess, all wet just for me." He whispered on your lips and then began a ravenous kiss. He wanted to devour you and you gladly let him.

"You don't know how much, Jisung," you rested your head on the back of the sofa you were sitting on. "Oh, well, I really do notice it, Princess. But you have to be quiet until we reach my apartment, let me tease you a little now," he grinned and then lowered himself between your legs and began to take long bites of your thighs. He loved your thighs, he had told you so many times since you had become what you were at this moment: best friends with benefits. It seemed almost strange to say, but it was true. Although you thought of Jisung as something more than just friends. Who knows what he thought.

Your hands began to ruffle his hair, tugging at the curls at the base of his neck, noting how remarkably well his hair actually grew and how extremely beautiful it made him look. As he left marks and brands on your inner thigh, his curls wrapped around your fingers, you rolled them around your index finger and bit your lower lip. Jisung droves you crazy. When he stood up, you looked down at him, feeling his gaze go straight into your veins and especially between your legs, as the fabric of your panties was now completely wet. But he took advantage of this detail. Yes, he lowered his trousers and you thought he was going to fuck your mouth, but in fact he pulled out his already erect cock and spread your legs even wider and began to rub the length between your covered and wet folds. Now it was hard to hold back your moans. And to help you, he covered your mouth with his hand. His movements were fluid as he trapped his lip between your walls, simulating a fuck. "You're so wet princess, all for me. So warm. God, if only I could fuck you right now." He moaned as he pushed the tip between your pussy covered by the wet fabric of your panties. "MphfJis...I'm...about...to...come!" You said disjointedly because of his hand.

He took your chin with the hand that was covering your mouth and opened your mouth with two fingers, playing with your tongue as he fucked your walls again. "Me too baby, open your mouth." He said and began to fuck your mouth as his thumb made room under your panties and began to move quickly over your clit. This made you roll your eyes back and moan in a way that made his cock jerk. He was driving you crazy. This was going to be the best fuck of your life and you were sure of it.

After several thrusts he poured into the warm walls of your throat and you into your panties and onto his thumb. You almost bit his cock. "You did great baby." He said, leaving your lips to swallow and clean up the cum that dripped down your chin. You did, licking it off as he licked his thumb and lowered himself between your thighs to lick off your humour and rip off your panties. "We won't be needing these anymore." He laughed and threw them into the trash. You almost screamed, you were still very sensitive down there. "You're crazy Han Jisung, you know they can hear us," you said, biting your lip. "Let them hear baby, you are mine and only I can fuck you like this." He whispered in your ear and then pulled you towards him. "Come on, let's go. We have a long night ahead of us Princess." He said, slapping your thighs and pulling on his jacket without putting his shirt back on.

He dragged you with him and left the room, shouting to his manager that he was going home. You were open-mouthed; you had never seen him so eager to fuck you. When you reached the car, all he did was squeeze your thigh as he stepped on the accelerator. Your legs were close together and the fact that you were not wearing panties allowed your vaginal lips to rub between them and wet the seat of Jisung's car. Perhaps a little too much, as the older man noticed and put his hand between your labia and began to rub them. "Jisung, please, I am too sensitive..." you begged him, but that did not stop him, for it only brought another grin to his face.

"Princess, that is not even the beginning."

Indeed he was right, for as soon as you arrived at the elder's house you were immediately thrown into bed and stripped of all your clothes. And now you found yourself naked beneath the still covered body of your best friend. And as he rubbed his covered knee over your naked intimacy, he began to undress until he too was naked in front of your eyes. He lowered himself onto your breasts and began to bite and suck on them, especially your sensitive nipples. Your legs were tight around his waist so that his erect intimacy rubbed against your already sensitive and wet cunt. In fact, as he bit your skin from your neck to your collarbone and your tits, you felt the tip of his cock pushing and rubbing between your walls. "I can feel you so fucking wet for me." He moaned into your ear as you gasped out unconnected words, including his name. "Jisung please fuck me, I can't stand it anymore."

"As you wish my princess." He sneered and then grabbed you by the throat, squeezing you almost to the point of suffocation, and thrust into you, immediately beginning to move with a force you did not believe he had. You moaned like never before and it drove you mad. The way he slapped and rubbed his cock between your walls. His hands slid gently over your hips, massaging and squeezing. It was wonderful, the feeling of your walls around him, around his member, the warmth that only your body could have given him. You squeezed again until his intimacy touched perhaps your inner and weakest part. His lips roamed over your bare skin, lingering here and there to leave marks, bites, kisses. Now and then he focused on your nipples, tormenting them, biting carefully, pulling with his teeth and then sucking. Again. His hands also came to cupping your buttocks, spreading them, massaging them, so to your hips and thighs. Then he began to give you more precise, powerful, almost violent thrusts . "You are fucking magnificent." He whispered in your ear, then bit your earlobe and went back to kissing that bare skin, long since unbleached. He was hungry, you were his favourite dish, his delicacy. If he could, he would have fed on your perfect body all the time.

At that moment, all you could think about was Jisung and how he made you feel by fucking you. For a moment you could not understand where you were. Your mind was clouded with bliss, heat enveloped your whole body like a thick cloud. You couldn't help but melt into the arms of the boy whose name you couldn't stop saying, thrust after thrust.

You dug your nails into the flesh of his arms that blocked your breath, seeking support as you felt your body slowly melt with pleasure, almost too overwhelming to bear. You clung to his lips; it was hard to pull away. You grinned mischievously and rested your hand on the boy's, enticing him to tighten his grip on your neck. You tried to get closer and closer to his body, this pathetic closeness was not enough for you, you wanted more, you felt the need to become one with him. You rested your forehead on his and began to move your pelvis against his.

He pulled away from your body, tightening his grip around your neck as you continued to moan his name. You were sure the older man's neighbours had heard all the times you had screamed his name. But you wanted more and more, you were greedy for his cock, you couldn't get enough of it and you just wanted to feel his hot cum dripping down your thighs. You were addicted to his cock. It was pleasurable to feel the sensation of his nails gripping your flesh, branding it and making it his. Your walls also tightened around his member from the stimulation and God, God only knows how much pleasure Jisung felt at that moment. You began to thrust more and more with your pelvis, helping him with the thrusts. The older man took both of your legs and decided to bring them to your chest so that he could thrust more accurately. To say that you had both become a moaning mess seemed a fairly obvious thing to say, as that had been the case. He lay down by your side, not getting out of you, now you were lying on your side, your legs against his chest as he fucked you, holding you tight from the waist as he knocked the air out of you. "Fuck you are so warm and tight even though I fucked you yesterday. You always welcome me so well, mhh, baby like this, hold me like this," he whispered in a hoarse, almost lazy moan in contrast to the thrusts he was giving you. By now your brain had been disconnected.

"I fucking want you all to myself forever. You are only mine, no one can ever fuck you like I can." He pushed even deeper. "I'm yours Jisung, you're the only man for me." you moaned as you grabbed his hair with one hand, the hair that had driven you crazy all night long, and pulled it, and with the other grabbed your clit, stimulating it. "And you, my only woman," he growled, then moved your hand away and began to move his fingers quickly to facilitate your orgasm.

"Princess... Mhh I'm about to fucking cum," he moaned into your ear and then gave precise strokes inside you. "Mhh ... Jis ... m...e to...oh ..." you cried out, only to come in warm spurts onto his hand and he cums into you. But he did not come out of you, rather he overpowered you and resumed his thrusts, overstimulating you as he rode out his orgasm. "Fuck your walls always so warm and welcoming to me, let's rock all night baby." He growled.

And so you fucked until dawn, rocking all night long.

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hanjisick · 2 months

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yandere!stray kids reaction to … your confession.

warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.

cw. alcohol. implied murder. stalking. kidnapping. manipulation.

bang chan.

it was late at night. he had just taken you out on an ice cream date, and now you both were lingering on the doorstep of your home, trying to make the last few moments last forever.

“i think that i might like you, no, i think this is love, chan.”

his heart raced at the confession, but he didn’t hesitate to reply.

“i love you too, y/n.”

he would go home thinking about this moment, his stomach full of nervous butterflies.

the first thing he would do is clutch the tank top that he had stolen from you in his hands, sniffing the material and thinking back to that beautiful moment.

this was all part of the plan. once you finally loved him, it would be so easy to just take you.

and that’s exactly what he planned to do.

lee know

you would’ve been minho’s girl for long before falling in love with the monster. i mean, how could you love this man? even if he was obsessed with you, to the point of being more than willing to spill blood for you, the thought of loving him was terrifying.

but slowly, through months upon months of losing your mind, it would’ve been while he was cooking dinner for the two of you.

his back was facing you as you sat on top of the counter, swinging your legs back and forth.

something about the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he measured ingredients, or the knife in his hand as he crushed the garlic.

minho caught you staring eventually. “what are you looking at, my love?”

a blush dusted across your cheeks. “you look handsome like this.”

his chopping halted. it would’ve been the first time that you’ve seen him truly flustered since meeting him. “i do?”

“i think i love you.”

changbin

it would be hard to not fall for the only man that you were ever allowed to see.

every day, like a mantra, you were told the same thing: you only need changbin. friends don’t compare to changbin. your family is changbin.

eventually it would’ve been hard to not give into the conditioning.

it was late at night and changbin still wasn’t home. you caught yourself feeling disappointed, looking forward to the one person that you saw in the day.

so when he arrived back home, you couldn’t help but jump up, greeting him at the door.

“i missed you.”

he stood in place for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you too. “what’s gotten into you, my darling?”

“why were you out so late?”

“i had to take care of some things,” he pulled away, nervously, “and you missed me?”

“of course i did. i love you.”

a wide smile spread across his face. “you love me? really?”

hyunjin

“i can’t believe he’s gone. i loved him so much, i don’t even know what to do with myself now.”

hyunjin rubbed your back soothingly, rocking you back and forth as you let out deep sobs into his shoulder. “i know you loved your friend, he was very kind to you.”

too kind. but you wouldn’t understand that— which is why he had to eliminate him.

“who’s gonna be there for me now? he always knew what to say and do.”

“i will always be right here. always. i can promise that to you.”

after a moment of sniffles, you pulled away slightly, staring at him with your puffy eyes that broke his heart. “i love you, hyunjin.”

“what do you mean?”

“i think i’m in love with you.” you were hysterical from the loss of your friend, not having slept for over 24 hours, and your head fuzzy from crying all day.

he was going to take advantage of that. “i love you too, y/n.”

jisung

the boy had been stalking you for ages. following you to classes, work, home— he knew everything about you at this point.

his first thought when you walked towards him, before he could even process your confession, was that you were so close to him. you had never been this close. he had only seen you from a distance.

the smell of you made him dizzy. he had sniffed your shampoos before, sure, stolen your underwear, bought your perfumes to spray around his house— but this was a whole new level and—

“hello? excuse me?”

he was brought back into reality as you waved your hands in front of his face, the butterflies replaced themselves with shock once you had asked for his number, admitting your feelings for him.

“a crush? me? you?” he stammered.

“i’ve seen you around and i think that you’re very attractive.”

felix

you were drunk out of your mind, right on his lap, dozing off on his shoulder. he was already losing it.

“felix, i think i have a crush on you.”

“what?” he pulled you up to look him in the eyes.

you giggled. “you’re so handsome. i’m so in love with you.”

he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

perhaps you wouldn’t feel the same if you knew how many times his hands have gotten bloody for you, exactly how far his infatuation with you went.

“i don’t know what you’re thinking, lix. tell me.”

instead of telling you his feelings, he decided to show them.

his hand met the back of your neck, leaning in to meet your lips.

seungmin

“i need to be honest.”

“yes?” your friend turned towards you on the couch, “you can tell me anything, y/n.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

it was like the world had stopped for him.

no, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. he was supposed to confess to you once the time was right. he needed to be confident and ready with your favorite flowers and a speech.

“seungmin?”

he couldn’t even respond, his entire face hot from your confession.

“you can tell me if you don’t feel the same way, i hope it doesn’t ruin things between us.”

“no! no!” he stammered out, “i love you too. i’ve loved you forever.”

it took him a moment to gather his thoughts together, “you’re beautiful. i’d love for you to be my girlfriend. i would treat you like a princess, every day of my life.”

now it was your turn to become a mess.

jeongin

it was all an accident.

you meant to send that text to one of your friends.

‘jeongin was so cute today. u should’ve seen him. it took everything in me to not kiss him’

within minutes, he was knocking on your door with the wind knocked out of him.

“you weren’t supposed to see that,” your face was red, not even trying to excuse your actions.

“what about me was cute?”

“your hair. it was messy— and your jacket. i loved it. and fuck— i just love you. i have a crush on you, jeongin, you caught me.”

“i’ll wear that damn jacket every single day for you to say that about me.”

“what?” your eyes widened.

“i love you too, y/n.”

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juniefruit · 11 days

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☆ Blow The Whistle ☆

☆ Lifeguard! Felix x fem! reader (18+)

☆ Summary: The summer heat has you desperate to cool off in an unconventional way...

☆ Warnings: smut, one night day stand, semi public sex, not proofread, MDNI

☆ Word count: 2.3 k

Australian summers are brutal. That’s why you and your closest friends have found refuge at the water park for the day. There’s a slight breeze once in a while which makes the heat bearable without being submerged in water constantly. You’ve set up camp on a few beach chairs with tote bags filled with snacks, towels, and ample amounts of sunscreen. You look like the textbook example of relaxation; oversize cat-eye sunglasses, a cute cover-up draped over your shoulders and laying back on the chair.

What broke your relaxation was the shrill shriek of a whistle from a lifeguard. You move your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to peer at the cause of the loud interruption. He blows into the whistle again. Why can’t some kids just follow the rules?

To your surprise, at the other side of the pool, was one of the cutest lifeguards you’ve had the pleasure of seeing. His eyes were obstructed by reflective sunglasses, but they were framed by freckles that blessed his tanned honey skin. Bleach-blonde, sun-kissed hair that was slightly wavy and fluffed. You got the feeling that if he wasn’t forced to wear a shirt for this job, he’d be topless; the tank top he wore had the sides cut so wide that you could start to see his broad pecs and defined abs. Snug board shorts showcased his toned thighs that were splayed out against the white wooden chair. You didn’t even realize you were staring, eyes glazed over, until he turned towards you and sent a shy wave. You snapped out of it and waved back, which seemed to satisfy him since he smirked and went back to scanning the pool for troublemakers on top of his chair.

A splash of water and a mess of wet hair emerged right at the edge of the pool.

“Y/n, will you join your besties in the pool already?” One of your friends asked, arms folded against the edge of the pool. “There’s this group of cute guys we’re talking to-” She exclaims, pointing behind her.

“They’re all yours, because I,” You gesture to the lifeguard. “Have my sights on him. Also, I need to go refill my water bottle. So don’t mind if I do-” You stand up from your seat.

“Right… water refill… let me know how it goes!” She splashes water at you teasingly before wading back to her group. Was it a coincidence that you had to pass the lifeguard to get to the water fountain? Most likely. Now’s your chance, you thought. As you approached him, he noticed you and turned his head. He tried hiding his grin but failed. “Hey,” you greeted him, leaning an arm against the large wooden chair, painted white. He rested his forearms atop the armrests and had his legs crossed.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth.

He’s only said one word and you’re already addicted. “Great day out, isn’t it?” He asks, and you realise you could listen to him forever.

You huff out a laugh. “Yeah, I suppose.” He perked up at your response.

“Oh? And why do you only suppose?” He inquires.

“Well, in a perfect world, all these kids would follow the rules so you can retire blowing into that annoying whistle.” He laughs at your confession. “In a perfect world, I’d be in the break room eating lunch. Yet here we are.” His accent was like the final straw as his baritone voice left his plump lips. “I’m Felix.” He reaches out a hand.

“I’m y/n.” You shake his hand. He’s gentle yet firm, and slides his hand back to the armrest as if he didn’t want to let go. He clears his voice.

“I- um, I like your outfit. It suits you well, y/n”. He admits bashfully. You blush at his confession. Was he trying to flirt?

“Ah, thanks Felix, if you think so.” You reply.

“I do think so.” He says, in a spur of confidence. You squirm internally. You couldn’t handle much more of this- tension. It’s not every day that he stumbles upon someone like you- someone who he could barely keep his composure around. He was suddenly aware of every fiber in his body, wondering if his hair looked good or if there was sunscreen still smeared on his face.

“Well,” you sigh. “I should probably go. This bottle won’t refill itself.” You shake the empty water bottle in your hand.

“Y/n, wait!” He exclaims, startling you a bit. His cheeks were tinted pink with a blush.

“Um, my break should be in… five minutes. The break room has an ice dispenser, I can let you in? So you don’t have to use the lukewarm fountain water.” He checks the watch on his wrist and he sounds a little nervous at his proposal.

“Oh- um, sure! I’ll wait by my chair, then.” Taken aback, you tried not to sound too excited at the thought of spending time with Felix, alone. Feeling giddy, you shuffle back to your beach chair, which now feels miles away as you feel his eyes trailing after you. Safe to say you counted down every second until Felix’s replacement swapped him out. He does little to stop the grin creeping up on his face as he approaches you, taking his time.

“Shall we?” He proposes, the timbre of his voice delectable. You nod with a smirk.You try your best to gracefully stand from your position, but unfortunately, beach chairs were not designed with that in mind. There was tension in the air between you as he led you through the pathways inbetween pools and slides. The death grip on your water bottle was turning into a cramp in your hand, but there wasn’t much available to soothe your nerves. The only sound was the squeak of flip flops as you walked adjacent to eachother. Felix spoke up suddenly. “It’s right up here.” he gestures. You hum in reply. When you approach the ‘Employees Only’ door, Felix punches in the passcode while you wait behind him. His tank top was slightly billowing against his toned back in the breeze. The door unlocked and Felix grabbed the handle, subsequently holding it open for you.

“Oh! Thanks,” You exclaimed before He graced you with a small smile and a nod. A rush of cool air smacks you in the face as the heavy door closes behind both of you. You turn to see Felix standing behind you, leaning against the closed door, effortlessly charming. His hazelnut eyes were lidded with a glint of desire.

“We have the room all to ourselves, you know.” He says. Your breath hitches at what he seems to be suggesting. So, you step closer. You can see his chest moving with every breath he takes.. You brought your right hand up to grasp at the whistle and cord hanging around his neck.The damned whistle was calling out for you to just tug it so his puffy lips can finally meet yours. His eyes were inviting you closer as they pierced your own. When you were so close you could feel his shallow breath on your lips, he closed the gap. Subsequently, you tugged slightly at the cord which earned you a soft groan. His lips weresoft but not too moist, like he had just applied chapstick. He dragged his body closer to you and placed the palms of his hands gingerly at your hips, partially covered by your swimsuit. He pulls his face away, just barely in order to speak.

“Tell me you want this- or I'll let go and we can forget it happened.” His voice is airy and his stare hasn’t left yours ever since he pulled away. It was electrifying. Granted, you don’t get this opportunity often- or at all. Maybe that was why you found it so thrilling.

“I want this- want you.” Both of your hands moved to the junction between his neck and collarbones. Your eyes communicated a silent plea; one that Felix would never forgive himself for if he ignored. With a smirk, he dove back in. His freckled cheeks grazed your cheekbones with how deep he kissed you. His blonde hair fell forward as he tilted his head. At the same time, his thumbs were making little circles against your hips, gliding over your swimsuit before digging in to hook them underneath and into the supple flesh. You whined against his lips, and counteracted by sliding your hands down his exposed sides. You could feel every ripple of muscle, and his stomach tensed when you pased right at his lower waist. As an excuse to pull yourself even closer, you reached behind Felix and locked the door.

“Come here,” He growled against your lips, and led you to the wide armchair across the small room, with a little table adjacent to it where you set down your water bottle with haste. You grinded against eachother until the fabric felt unbearable. His hands move to your lower back to spin you around, so he can sit against the chair and pull you into his lap, facing eachother. You sat atop his toned thighs, the fabric of the chair adding much needed comfort. He pulled your face back onto his as your tongues intertwined. As he was licking into your mouth with vigor, your hands roamed eachother’s tense bodies. You felt like you were floating when he pulled your cover up off of your shoulders as it fell onto his feet.

“My turn,” You spoke, slowly and sdeuctively. Your hands grabbed at the hem of his tank top to pull it over his head, his whistle hitting his chest. The wide planes of his chest and shoulders glistened in the fluorescent light. You ran your hands down his chest as he loosed a sigh onto your lips. Meanwhile, his hands inched towards the apex of your thighs, still covered by your swimsuit, but no doubt messy with your arousal.

“Hmm, I did this to you, yeah?” The pads of his right hand caress your folds through the fabric. A wanton moan escapes you. You smirk when you look down to see the tent in his shorts, desperately trying to press against you.

“I can say the same for you,” You counter. The palm of your hand ghosts over his hardness before pressing down slowly. He whines impatiently.

“I can unzip these, yeah?” You ask.

“Anything you want, just hurry up.” He squirms under you. You huff at his impatience, and undo his shorts with one hand, shoving his underwear down too. His length is weeping at the tip, swollen and dusty pink. Shuffling as close as you can, Felix pulls the lowest part of your swimsuit to the side with nimble fingers. You shiver as they brush against your folds in the heat of the moment. Grabbing him gently at the base, you align him with your hole, aching with need to quench that empty feeling. He slides against you with ease, the tip catching against your entrance before you sink lower, relieving the muscles in your thighs. His breathing is deep and controlled; His warm brown eyes were full of adoration and eagerness, focused on your lower half. His hands were glued to your hips, periodically squeezing and kneading the flesh.

“So pretty, hah…” He sighs, catching his breath as you reach the hilt. You tilt your head forward to press featherlight kisses to his freckled cheeks before landing on his bottom lip, catching it between your teeth to suck on. His cock throbs with pleasure, overwhelmed yet aching for more. Felix’s hips buck up from their own accord, catching you by surprise, sparks of electricity coursing up your body. His hands helped to guide you up and down his length, coated in slick.

The loud hum of the A/C muffles the mixtures of sounds you’re producing. Every upwards thrust releases a breathy moan as you shiver with pleasure. Your nails scratch against Felix’s shoulders which causes a grunt to topple from his lips, reddened from fervent licks and kisses. Every time your hips hit against his, Felix’s grunts and groans increase in pitch until he’s whining and whimpering with that saccharine low timbre. His sounds add to the build up of your release, as the upwards movements of his thrusts falter as pleasure takes over.

“You’re close, yeah? Please tell me you’re close…” He whines. You gasp as the feeling of your climax climbs higher and higher, you can almost taste it. The head of his cock nudges that sensitive spot against your plush inside, consequently making you clench around him.

“Felix-!” You gasp. “So close, oh my god, Felix! Fuck-”. Your body squirms with delight as Felix wraps his forearms around your lower back, your hands splayed out against his shoulder blades.

“Cumm-ing Y/n-! shit- I’m cumming-” His voice is strained as the final thread snaps. You feel like you’re floating as waves and waves of pleasure fall through you, eyes closed as your chin rests against the firm muscle between Felix’s neck and shoulder. The air is filled with twin gasps for air as you both come back to reality. The palms of his hands make soothing circles against your sides as you slide out with a deep breath, wincing.

“Was that okay?” He asks, switching back to his shy demeanor. You sigh with content.

“That was… definitely more than okay.” That seems to soothe his nerves.

“I definitely need water now…” You say. He spins you around so he’s leaned up against your back.

“Mmh, Sure thing.” He grumbles. He leaves a chaste kiss against the nape of your neck, in hopes that you’ll return his feelings.

“Come to the park again tomorrow, yeah?” You nod in response.

A dense thud against the door has you both jumping out of your skin and scrambling to your feet.

“Oi Felix! You good bro?”

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changisworld · 29 days

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“Just don’t tell her”

Stepdad!Binnie x reader

Word count:6,809

Summary: You don’t get along with your mom since her & your fathers divorce since she cheated on him but luckily you got an easy escape when college rolled around. It’s now summer break & you head home, mostly to gather a few more of your things but also to use the pool in your childhood home’s backyard but you got more than you bargained for when you seen your moms new, younger boyfriend.

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SMUT WARNINGS; Age gap (27 & 20), infidelity, bulge kink, size kink, manhandling, slightly public groping, praise, oral (69),ball sucking, nipple play, spit, cumming on ass, marking, fingering, sweet binnie, soft sex tbh, multiple orgasms,binnie is TTTHIIICCKKK, fluffy/ cliffhanger ending??

You drop the suitcase in front of your childhood home's front door & sigh as you stretch, feeling 30lbs lighter since you're no longer lugging around half your wardrobe. You grumble randomly to yourself as you dig through your handbag & get your key out of the zip up pocket & unlocking the door. You swing the heavy door open & you're immediately welcomed by the same smell you've always remembered. You push your suitcase into the main hallway & you dump it on the floor before shutting the door, letting out a sigh of relief. You step over it as you kick off your shoes as you scurry to the kitchen almost instantly to get a drink, feeling as dry as sand from the heat & the absolute workout you just did.

You gulp down a glass of water & you hiccup as you finish it. You take a look around the kitchen, looking at the slight differences since last time you were here. You admire the room as you slowly walk around it, looking at some new pictures that you noticed your mom has put up. You touch the frames as you walk pas them, most of them being photos of you but one catches your eye.. A guy.. with his arm around your mom?? Your eyebrows frown as you take it off the wall, getting a better look at it. "Mom? Where the hell are you?" You shout across the house, waving the photo frame in your hand. You hear the patio doors open behind you & you flip around, already word vomiting. "Are you serious? who the fu" You cut yourself off as you see that the person who has just opened the glass door isn't your mom, but instead, the guy in the picture.

"Ah, your mom is at some sort of meeting right now, she won't be back till later, guessing you're her daughter?" The guy says, seeming un-phased, resting his muscular arm on the doorframe in just his swimming trunks, having a slight smell of sunscreen on his body which you can't help but admire a bit. "Eh yeah? not to be rude or anything but who the hell are you n why are you on the walls n at my pool?" you ask, eyes moving back to the picture as you hold it out for him to see, eyebrows raised. "Ooooh, I'm Changbin, your moms new boyfriend, nice to mee'cha" he gives you a cute smile which would make you melt if he hadn't just said the words he said. You stumble over yourself for a few seconds, trying to understand what he just said to you. 'Him? Your moms boyfriend? How the hell did she manage that? How old is this guy?' are all things that almost slip from your lips. "Boyfriend? How old even are you? You look my age?" You question him, all the sass in your voice now gone, confusion being all that's now left. He laughs at the look on your face as he walks over to you & gently takes the photoframe out of your hands before walking to where you took it off the wall & placing it back in its original place. "That's a compliment i won't forget seeing since you're.. what, twenty or something? I'm twenty seven. The age gap is a bit crazy since your mom is fifty one soon but we just clicked. You home for summer vacation or something? She didn't mention you were coming home." He asks, still having a warm smile on his face. You just stare at him for a moment, not even knowing if you should bother asking him anymore questions. “y-yeah.. I’m here for two weeks, I’ll just eh, leave you to whatever it was you were doing n take my stuff upstairs.” you state, your tone of voice for some reason not sounding convincing despite it being the truth. Changbin let’s out a small scoff before walking past you into the main entrance. “Don’t be stupid, two weeks of stuff is heavy, i’ll take it for you.” He shouts from the other room. You follow him out, beginning to protest, insisting you can do it yourself but he has already picked up the suitcase you could barley drag into the house with one arm before carrying it up the stairs. He turns around & urges his head up the stairs, hinting for you to come with him. You just smile & follow him, giving a small sigh as you do so. He keeps walking, suitcase in hand & you swear you see him looking at the collar of your shirt.. looking at your tits..? you brush the thought away, thinking you were being stupid but you definitely keep it in mind.

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You open your bedroom door to save Changbin the harmless struggle of doing it himself & he thanks you before wasting no time & walking into your room as if it’s his own. “Cute room, like it.” He states as he puts your suitcase down & looks around. You give him a slight smile before looking around the room yourself, partly because you’ve not been there in a long while but also partly because the man in front of you is still only wearing swimming trunks & you don’t wanna be admiring someone you shouldn’t.. or should you..? “Thanks, mom wouldn’t let me redecorate it since i was leaving a few months later but it’s not too bad, thank you for helping me with my suitcase, i woulda been still on the third step trying to get it here.” you try to joke, deciding to be a bit more friendly to the hot guy who just helped you. “Sorry if this is rude to ask but do you like.. even know how much of a bitch my mom is..? She’s no doubt just putting a mask on for you, between me n you, go through her phone n check she’s not cheating on you too.” you tell him, not keeping eye contact & picking up random things on your shelves & drawers to try feel less tension in the room. The man behind you giggles & you can’t help but turn around, shocked by his reaction. ‘he’s definitely gonna snitch’ pops into your head instantly as you just stare at him, still holding the mini fake cactus plant in your hand. "She was surprisingly open about what she did to your dad but thanks for telling me anyways. Why snitch so openly? You don't get along with her or something?" He questions, voice raising at the end. "She always said you both get along quite well." You scoff at this. "Clearly not open about everything then. We don't get along whatsoever. Only even came back here since it's hot n we have a pool here." He hums in response, both of you sitting in a kinda uncomfortable silence. You let out another sigh before turning away from him, breaking the eye contact you were both holding. Changbin takes a breath in "Speaking of pools i'ma go back outside, i'm stinking your room out with sunscreen. You can come by n sit with me if you feel like it! Nice shorts by the way, You suit denim." He flashes you another smile before leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You take in the compliment before walking to where you can see your reflection & looking at the shorts, blushing a tiny bit at the compliment.

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You unpack your suitcase & make yourself feel as at home as you can despite the circumstances. You update your friend, Karina that you made it back home somehow in one piece & you obviously can't help but tell her about the hottest man you've ever seen now living with your mom.

K: Are you serious?? OMG u needa get with him y/n! opportunites

You: Don't be stupid rina, he's like 28?? he's my moms bf lol

K:So? u can just get away with it hehe, fuck him n then come back to college, just keep it secret! he complimented ur shorts, he wanttssss uuuuu

You: OKAY ur maybe right, lets just see hehehe

K:If u dont do it u will regret it, the cow cheated on ur dad anyway, perfect revenge

You chuckle before turning your phone off but don't have much time to think or do anything before you hear your moms car pulling into the driveway. You let out a displeased grunt as you hear the front door open.

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You end up eating dinner with your mom & Changbin & nothing eventful ends up happening surprisingly. Your mom makes a few backhanded comments but you bite your tongue for the sake of Changbin, you would just feel embarrassed letting him watch you both argue especially since this is your first time meeting him. Changbin takes the dishes back to the kitchen & you help him since your mom decided that a few phone calls was worth it more than the five minutes it would have taken her.

"Thanking for helping y/n, so respectful for your age." He says as you are drying the dishes as he washes them, turning his head towards you for a split second to smile again. "You have a permanent smile on your face, I'm convinced. Is she always like this with you?" "pretty much, I understand her work is important though so It's understandable. I get a bit lonely during the day since I can work from home but It'll pass hopefully. Got you to keep me company now though for a little while, hmm?" He says, letting out a small sigh, voice raising a bit at the end, trying to hide his disappointment but also joking with you at the same time despite you both wanting it to be not much of a joke secretly. "Yeah I'll keep ya company, my mom just doesn't respect others time. Don't know how you deal with it." You reply as you finish drying the dishes & placing them in the cupboards. You both just chuckle as he dries his hands. "Well I'ma go n watch a movie, you should get dressed for bed It's late n you're still wearing denim y/nnie." He scoots past you & as he does he puts his hands on your waist & you can't help but tense up a bit. You nod & you smile at each other as he leaves. You take in a deep breath as soon as you are alone, trying not to let your skeleton jump out of your skin.

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You get back to your bedroom & start instantly digging through your drawers trying to find something to wear, trying to convince yourself that you're wanting to wear the shortest sleep shorts you can possibly find simply because of the heat & not because of the man downstairs. You end up wearing some grey flowy shorts & a matching grey vest top. You take a picture & send it to Karina before spam texting her.

You: RINA OMFG HE TOUCHED MY WAIST I SWEAR BDFHVVH

You:N THEN SAID IM RESPECTFUL N EVERYTHING i swear is it bad to be in love with my moms bf? girl u need to see him hes so toned n big istg

You:he watching film probs with my mom but ima go n sit with him heheh ill update later

You decide to put your phone on charge & leave it there as you take one last look in the mirror before opening your door & basically throwing yourself down the stairs before you can talk yourself out of it.

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You walk into the livingroom & see your mom & her boyfriend sitting together watching a random thing they found on netflix, his arm that you so desperately wanna be thrown around by, wrapped around your moms shoulder, stroking her hair, both under a blanket. You internally vomit before hopping onto the couch on the other side of Changbin, not saying anything. Your mom readjusts the blanket so you can also get under & you begin watching along with them.

Thirty minutes or so into the movie your mom has already fallen asleep & it's just you & changbin watching. You decide to be bold & lean sideways, your head now resting against his shoulder. Your heart is beating out of your chest & you swallow, too loud for your liking. "You shy hm? what of? Sit up for a second." He whispers to you & your cheeks instantly go red as you listen to him without saying another word. You tense up as he moves his arm & wraps it around the bottom of your waist & slightly pulling you towards him, initiating for you to put your head back where it was, which you do. You both sit in a silence, not so comfortable though since you don't think you've ever actually been this nervous before yet the person next to you seems to be completely un-phased.

You both stay like this for the rest of the movie, not really saying anything other than random small jokes & comments about what you're both watching, during this time you end up cuddling into him more subconsciously & your fingers end up lightly scratching over his abs on top of his shirt, trying to play it off while still trying to feel them at the same time.

The movie finishes & your mom wakes up & drags herself to bed, not even realising the position you & her boyfriend were in as you spring up uncomfortably as she flinches awake & ends up leaving the wine glasses & bottle the two of them were drinking from on the floor. Changbin takes her to their shared bedroom as you grumble about the crumbs on the couch & the smell of the wine as you take them to the kitchen as you take a few swigs out of the practically empty wine bottle, finishing it off before putting it on the counter. As you do this, you hear footsteps come into the room, beginning to recognise the sound of it. You turn around & unsurprisingly but happy at who it is in front of you, changbin is in front of you, curly hair on show & now in a loose white tank top & some baggy black shorts & you need to make a genuine effort to not drool all over yourself. "Look at us, matchy matchy." you tease as you touch his strap of his top, you both let out a small chuckle. "Yup, got the inspo from you, think you wore it better than me though. You cold, hmm? Shoulda took the blanket with you." He teases back, making you look down & you see that your nipples are poking through your shirt, extremely noticeable. Your cheeks go cherry coloured as you look back at him. "Why you staring hm? Mom wouldn't be happy." He scoffs, hand reaching out to play with the ends of your hair, twirling it in his fingers, the silence a lot more comfortable than earlier despite the contact being a lot more intimate. "Hey! Don't blame me, who wouldn't look hmm? so p- don't act as if you didn't do it on purpose." he says, voice low & deep. "what were you gonna sayyy? What if I wanted you to see? Never said this before but your arms are so big, holy shit." you smirk as you prodd at his left arm, softly grabbing & touching at it which gives him goosebumps. "Was just g'na call em perky is all. Imagine your mom heard you talking to her boyfriend like this." You roll your eyes, trying to not to show the affect he has on your words. "Imagine my mom hearing you talking to her daughter like this.. Afraid you chosen the wrong one hmm? Incase you somehow haven't caught on, I personally, would do anything to make her miserable." You have no idea where the confidence has came from but you don't second guess what you're saying. Your fingers leave his arm as you let your fingers trail up past his jaw & up to his hair, playing with it, at the same time Changbin pulls you in closer by the waist, sharing breath. "Never knew I could only make one choice.. Could correct myself one day but what would you offer me, y/n?" he says to you, a different look in his eyes than what was there earlier in the day. "Would need to just find out now, wouldn't you?" You snap back, leaning in just enough to wiggle your nose against his, not breaking eye contact. As you do this you hear footsteps upstairs & the bathroom door opening & closing which makes you both semi permanently snap out of it. He sighs before looking at the direction of the door then turning back to you, hands not moving. "We can finish this conversation later mkay? Wanna gimme a teaser though before I need to go?" he whispers to you & before you can stop yourself, you lean in & kiss him. It only lasts a few seconds but you know you can both feel some sort of weird connection between you both & you can't help but think & admire how soft his lips are, like mini cushions against your own. You both break away at the same time & he playfully ruffles your hair, messing it up before stepping away from you. "Goodnight, y/n." He says nonchalantly despite his cheeks & ears blushing like crazy before leaving the room, leaving you standing there, taking in what just hapened.

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You wake up the next day practically jumping out of bed, not being tired at all despite ringing Karina non stop until she woke up just so you could see her reaction to what you had just done. You look out your window & almost begin screaming at the fact your moms at work, her car not being in the driveway. 'literally feel like a fourteen year old girl what the hell am i doing' you can't help but think to yourself as you brush your teeth. You open the window & stick your hand out & test the temperature. You put on a pink bikini & put some sunscreen on before getting a drink & making your way out to the pool. You lay down & put some headphones on before shutting your eyes to soak in the sun.

You don't even know how long you've been sitting there when you hear the chair next to you being pulled out over the noise of your music. You take off your sunglasses & turn your head & to no surprise Changbin is lying on the chair next to you, resting his head on his arms as he stretches himself out. "You not meant to be working or something?" You question him while shutting your eyes again. "Swear I told you I worked from home? I have an hour break so why not sit in the sun. Could you do me a favour n but sunscreen on my back for me, pretty pleaase." He asks you as he reaches & takes your wrist, pulling it playfully as he already rolls himself over. You don't say anything but sigh as you sit up & get off the chair you're sitting on & grab the sunscreen from the space between you both & straddle the back part of his thighs as you squirt some directly onto his back, making him hiss & yell playfully.

You begin to massage it into his back, not missing the chance to look at the insane amount of muscles there. You finish rubbing it in but don't stop your motions, now practically massaging him since you have the chance to do so. You do this for a few minutes, Changbin letting out small sighs as you do so. You karate chop his back a few times which makes him yelp playfully. "Cmon, since I did it for you you can return the favour." Changbin sighs & mumbles to himself as you plop yourself back down on where you were sitting earlier, moving your hair out of the way to give him access. He follows quick behind & positions himself so your back is facing his chest as his legs wrap around the sides of you.

He decides to spare you the mini torture you put him through & puts the sunscreen on his hands & rubbing it slightly to warm it up before massaging it into your back. You soak in the sun on your face at the same time as you soak in his touch, knowing which one you like more & it stays like this for a few minutes, Changbin quietly singing a random song behind you which makes you 'shush' him which makes him tut. You feel him going over your bikini strap that's tied behind your back multiple times before he opens his mouth. "Your strap is in my way & it's annoying me, can IIIII untie it?" He questions, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. "If you want to get in my pants just say so, jeez. Fine." You grumble as he tuts & rolls his eyes but enthusiastically pulls on the bottom parts of the bow tying it together, letting it come undone. You hold onto your tits so the fabric so you're still covered. He keeps massaging you for a few minutes longer than needed before lying backwards, taking your original place. "Hey! You took my place, move!" you yell, hitting his leg lightly. "No! I'm comfy here now, just lay here because I'm not movin." he snaps back. You grumble & whinge as you throw yourself backwards, still holding your bikini to your chest, just to annoy him.

You forgot you even had your headphones on your head until he decides to nab them off your head. You protest instantly & sit up to steal them back but in the process, accidentally let go of the bikini shirt & you instantly grab it back to your chest but it goes noticed by you both. "n you said I wanted to get into your pants yet you're the one doing shit like this, hmm?" he teases before chucking your headphones to the side as he pulls you back to him, back against chest. "Why are your cheeks the same colour as your lack of top? Don't be so shy!" he says as he pinches your cheeks playfully which makes you want to explode deep down. "Pinks my favourite colour, yours?" he asks another question, trying to soothe you a bit if you are feeling embarrassed as his fingers now trail over your collarbones. "Don't have one, I like blue n pink though, green too." You respond, hands grazing over his, pretty much just hoping no wind quite literally blows your top away.

You both end up talking about everything & anything, ranging from college, work, childhood pets & least favourite foods. During this time you're pretty much holding his hands as you have almost accidentally guided his hands so his fingers are now on top of your boobs, over the fabric as he lightly fondles them. "Your hands are so cold despite it being so hot, whys that." you ask, trying to wrap your own around his hands as you speak. "Hands get a bit cold when I'm nervous, no idea why. Always been like that." he murmurs back, only half listening. You think for a moment before lightly pulling his hands so now they are touching your tits, completely skin to skin. You get goosebumps not just from the coldness of his hands touching your nipples but also from nerves. Changbins breath hitches in his throat but tries to play it off by gently massaging them. "You're so bold for someone who's doing this with someone who could basically be your stepdad." "Ew, don't say it like that, creeps me out. You're closer to my age than my moms by a landslide." You both let out a chuckle as you get more comfortable laying against his broad chest as he fondles your nipples & lightly squeezes your boobs, making you need to hold back light moans. He pinches your nipples which makes you gasp & you subconsciously twitch, before sitting up. "Don't do that unless you plan on finishing the job! You don't know what that does to a girl, jeez! I'm going inside before i burn through the sunblock. You can take my empty cup inside since you're such a gem." you loosely tie your top back together as you stretch your arms out, slightly pushing your ass out just as a tease. "Yah! Who do you think you are? I do know what happens, just wanted.. to experiment okay?! & who said i wasn't coming." He obviously still picks up your empty cup before toddling behind you as your hips sway as you walk inside, his hands wrapping themselves around them.

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You have no idea how it happened but you both end up in your bedroom, your back against your mattress as you're both making out. Your hands are ruffled in his curly hair as his thigh is in between your two legs, which you obviously can't help but grind against but the friction isn't completely all there due to the bikini bottoms. Changbin realises this from your small huffy groans & his fingers trail down to them, playing with the hem. "Can I?" he whispers to you after breaking the kiss, noses basically touching. You nod & he does just that. You chase ever so slightly after his lips again & you poke your tongue over his lips which he gladly accepts. As you are both swapping a bit of spit, his fingers resume what they were doing & he traces over your folds which makes you shudder. "You sure you wanna do this? It's a bit crazy, don't feel pressured." he assures you as he looks into your eyes, full of lust. "I do want it, pinky swear. My mom deserves it, just don't tell her." you reply, fingers still playing with his poodle hair as your other hand rests over his bulge, trying to show your sincerity, which works. He gives you his cute little smirk. He kisses the tip of your nose before he flips you both over, you now straddling him. He discards the rest of your top as he takes your nipple into his mouth as you stretch downwards so you can push his swimming trunks down just enough to free his cock. You can't see it due to his lips suctioned around your tit restricting you but it only takes a few seconds before he effortlessly manoeuvres you so your cunt is hovering above his face.

You let out a small squeal as he pulls your hips down, making you sit on his face. He wastes absolutely no time as his tongue begins to lick every crevice from top to bottom, using his teeth just the right amount. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hands begin grabbing at your ass, kneading it in his hands which you know will bruise you slightly later on. You can't help but grind against his tongue as he is suckling on your small button & you throw yourself forward so you are now face to face with his cock & you gasp, not just from what the man below you is giving you but because this man is thick. You now see why your mom is obsessed with this man. You take a hold of his cock & your fingers barely even connect around the base as you let a glob of spit hit directly on the tip which makes his hips jolt. Your eyes scrunch over as his tongue slithers its way inside you, making your legs tremble on each side of his head. You jerk him off as you are moaning above him, thrusting your hips back & forth, your juices coating his face along with his own spit as you use your own spit as lube.

You finally build up enough courage to begin kitten licking the tip & then after watching him try chase your tongue, you put the tip in your mouth. You slowly open your mouth up as you take more of his cock in our mouth, surprised it even fit at all. You use the tongue to the best of your ability, drool now getting caught in hi pubes. You feel his tongue leave your hole but you don't have a millisecond to complain before two fingers take its place. You can't stop letting out whines at the pleasure as your shaky hand comes & fingers graze over his balls. He lets out a louder whine than what you've heard from him make this whole time. At the same time, your orgasm begins approaching so you struggle but manage to pop yourself off his cock. "g--gna cum, d-don't stop" you whine & he lets out a deep growl noise as he keeps feasting & drinking away at you as if he was never gonna taste anything ever again. Your fingers don't stop playing with his balls as your orgasm washes over you, your legs shaking as your arms give out, flopping down as much as you possibly can while Changbins big arms are keeping you up by your ass cheeks as he keeps your pussy grounded.

He breaks his lips away from your cunt & as you are getting your breath back & takes this time to now massage your ass, giving it some relief after the bear grip he has had on it for so long. You come back down to earth & remember he hasn't cum just like what he let you do.. & you don't like this. "yyou're so big for no r-reason, I swear." you say to him as you pick up his cock again, jerking it slowly, admiring how shiny it is because of your spit & precum alone. "too big for you? You can take it bunny, just suckle on my balls if your throat is sore, mkay y/nnie?" You instantly blush at the small nickname & you would be stupid to turn down the offer. "who woulda ever thought you are into that." you comment & he shakes his legs as he starts whining, putting his hand into your hair to As he grazes his fingers on the inside of your thighs & playing with your flaps lightly, taking into account about overstimulation while helping keep you grounded, you take his balls into your mouth. you suck lightly as your fingers also play with them, making sure to coat it in spit as your tongue swirls over them.

He instantly lets our a hiss as he sucks his breath in through his teeth, trying as hard as he can to not squirm around too much. You allow spit to drip down from past your lips as you slobber all over them, still slowly jerking him in your other hand, his higher pitched noises making you turned on even more than you already are, leaking even more juices onto his fingers. You switch over onto the other side before suckling on the rest of his balls & you're honestly surprised the neighbours haven't already came knocking telling you to both shut up by how loud he's being, making your stomach do flips as his fingers stay wrapped in his fingers.

All of a sudden you are pulled off of his balls completely, lips disconnecting with a 'pop' noise as the suction breaks. You are tossed onto your back & you spread your legs instantly, almost vibrating with excitement. You look into his eyes as his own are glued onto your cunt, shining with your juices as he pumps his cock slowly, completely covered in your spit, heavy breathing & his face red, still got your juices on it. He slots it on your pussy & thrusts upwards slightly, making you twitch & bite back a small moan as it catches on your puffy clit. "Stop playing, put it in, dyin' for it, pretty please." you whine out, voice more blown out than you wanted it to be. Changbin smirks as he lines himself up to your hole. "You sure you wanna do it bunny? It'll be a big stretch, we can stop now & pretend it never happened if you're having second thoughts." he replies, the hand not touching his third leg caressing your thigh, giving you a small smile. "Does it look like I'm sure? Please, just wanna fe-" you're cut off as he begins to push himself inside slowly as you suck in a deep breath, feeling as if you're being quite literally ripped open but in the most delicious way possible. He finally buries himself to the hilt & lets out a groan, throwing his head back. You can't help but clench multiple times & he takes this time to lean forward & nuzzle his face in your neck, licking & nibbling at it, not moving in order to let you adjust.

You tilt your head so you can kiss the side of his head as your fingers scratch lightly on his arms, leaving marks that none of you could care less about at this moment. "'m ready, please move, please." you whimper out, face flushed red. He hums before doing an experimental thrust, knocking the air out of both of you. He stands upright before holding onto your thighs & putting your legs on his shoulders before slowly picking up the pace.

You let out a moan that bounces off the walls & they don't stop coming. 'shit' 'binnie' 'fuck' 'so good' & 'uhs' splutter out of both of your mouths every three seconds. "s-so tight, can lit-literally see it" He whines out as he takes your hand & guides it to your lower belly & your eyes widen as you feel his cock poking through your lower stomach. You both look down at the sight in front of you & you wrap your hand around his as it's holding it down against your belly. "so good for me, aren'cha, taking it s-so well, creaming my cock hunny." he groans to you, making eye contact with one another. "so-so deep, so f-f-full." you basically scream back, your eyes watering from the pleasure, hair sticking to the sides of your face.

Your legs begin to shake & he pulls out & you begin to protest but as your tongue moves to begin yelling at him, he tosses you over so you're on your stomach before pulling on your hips so your face down & ass is up. He holds onto your hips as he sinks himself back into your creaming hole & continues his pace, making your mind numb. "Need you to hold out to cum, mkay? can c-cum together." you can't help but blush at what he's saying to you as he is holding you in place, fondling your ass with one hand as the other is on your hips, eyes glued to his cock sinking into you. He hits a way deeper spot in this position & you shriek before jolting yourself forward but it's short lived before he has pulled you back by the hips, leaving bruises by how much he is gripping onto you. "Don't run, you can take it, so good for me, hmm?so wet for me," He questions as he leans forward so his chest is resting on your back, his hips not slowing. "g-gna cum Changbin, so d-deep, f-f-fuck." your voice grainy as Changbin moves your hair from the side of your neck to begin kissing it again, squelching & smacking noises filling out the room & no doubt the rest of the house too. "Cum baby, so beautiful, aren'cha." he groans back to you quietly, voice shaky & hair stuck to his forehead.

It bubbles up so quickly you don't even have time to tell him before you're spasming underneath him, legs giving out & arousal squirting out of you & clenching so hard he pulls himself out to finish himself off. You're still riding out the rest of your orgasm & he pumps himself in his hand at a good pace & a few seconds later, his own release spurts out & resting onto the skin of your ass & lower back. You can hear his orgasm before you can feel it landing on you, his groans making you clench almost as much as you just were.

You both catch your breath for a few seconds before he leans over you again & pushes your head lightly so you're facing him, cheek smushed against the duvet. He gives you a peck on your lips & then nose & smiles at you, taking deep, quick breaths , you doing the same. "So pretty, even with your cherry cheeks, gimme a minute to clean you up." He whispers to you before standing up & grabbing a random item of clothing off your floor before walking to the bathroom & wetting it with warm water before returning & cleaning it off of you.

He helps you rest your head on the pillows as he brings you a bottle of water before coming to lie next to you, letting you rest your head on his chest. "S-swear you had work to do? It's been more than one hour, dummy." he chuckles as he plays with a strand of your hair. "Was more worth it though, wouldn't you say?" you hum in response. He readjusts himself & as he does this, he gasps a little bit. "Y/n i've eh, left a hickey on accident." You look at him for a second to see if he is joking but when it's clear he's not, you sigh before pulling him back onto you. "Nothing concealer can't fix. Might just let my mom see just to subtly hint." He tsks to you & rolls his eyes playfully. "That's a conversation for a way later date. On a negative though, I do actually need to go back to work n your mom is actually home soon so I'ma leave you here hunny mkay? I'll come n see you later, pretty pretty." He gives you one more kiss before you move so he can get up & he takes your swimwear out of the room with him, both of you still naked.

"We are gonna talk more about this later alright? There's no way we can go back to normal after this!" you shout as he is walking down the corridor & he shouts back: "Obviously not only friends!I now know I did choose the wrong one so we can fix it eventually!" You can't help but let a smile spread on your face slightly. You let your body calm down for a moment & then grab a towel & your phone before heading towards the shower, the spot between your legs raw & achey. Just before you get into the shower you obviously need to pull your phone out & text your friend what the hell just happened.

You: Can't promise I won't be sucking it up & driving all the way to & from college every single day from now on.

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HI HI HI 😋

your work is so amazing, you're such a good writer! i have no idea if your taking requests, but if you could maybe find time... could you write part two of 'the other woman' please?

it was so well written, and i love some good angst with an even better plot 🫶🏽

also another 'no idea' but if you do anons... could i be 🍧 anon?

tyyy and ofc you can be 🍧 anon

The Other Woman • Hwang Hyunjin

ft. lee felix

THIS IS A PART TWO TO THIS - CANT BE READ AS A STAND ALONE

"Nice to meet you, Felix."

"Felix stop it!" Your chest was hurting from the force of your laughing. His fingers dug into your sides, causing your body to automatically jolt from the ticklish feeling. "Seriously lix I'm actually going to pee myself if you don't stop." you barely got the words out through your continuous giggling. only then did he cease his antics and let you breath.

"Eww don't do that. I don't want to have to wash the sheets again." he shifted his body until he was facing you, lying on his side with his arm supporting his head. "That would be the third time this week."

You could hear the smugness in his voice without even looking at him, but when you did, what did you see? a big toothy grin plasterd across his beautiful face. "Shut up." you playfully nudged his shoulder. But the drama queen in him came out as he gripped the place that you hit him with both of his hands in pain, as if you had just shot him.

"Ah, what the hell. are you trying to chop my arm off?"

"Oh, shut up you big baby." you wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him closer until his nose was basically touching yours. His big brown eyes were staring deep into your soul, expectantly.

"Only if you kiss it better." He whispered against your lips, the warmth of his breath against your skin made you shiver. he had a way of making you feel so safe and protected from the world, like nothing could touch you as long as you had him. He leaned even closer in attempt to connect his lips with yours, but the harsh sound of your phone ringing startled you both out of the little bubble you created. You both huffed a breath of annoyance in unison. "It's him again, isn't it?" felix rolled over on his back. it was more of a statement than it was a question.

You grabbed your phone off of the nightstand just to see that there was no caller id so yes it indeed was him.

After Hyunjin walked out on you, you cried and cried and then cried some more, then after that you blocked his number, along with all his other social media accounts. You thought that would be the end.

You were wrong.

The phone calls from unknown numbers started a couple of days after you met Felix. Only once every few days, you never answered of course, you knew as soon as you heard his voice, you'd be right back in the place you're trying so hard to crawl out of. Then you started getting comments on all of your old Instagram posts:

"I miss you."

"Pick up the phone."

"Baby, please I love you."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

Seeing that made you both angry and hurt. How could he even say that? You gave that man everything you had while he was only giving you a few days a week. You made sure not to dwell on it for too long, deleting the comments and blocking those accounts.

Then the calls came more frequently, mostly late at night when he was probably alone and horny.

Once you and Felix made your relationship official, you came clean about everything. The affair, the phone calls, the comments, you wanted no secrets between you two, nothing to get in the middle of something that has the potential to grow and become something beautiful. He was shocked but he tried his best to understand and made sure to tell you how proud he was of you for being strong enough to be the one to end things.

"I'm going to kill that guy if I ever see him." Felix said before standing up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" You rushed to say, the worry in your voice was too thick to hide. The anxiety that he'd get sick of you constantly being interrupted by your ex haunted you, and he knew it.

He smiled and walked over to your side of the bed. "To make us some breakfast, I know how hungry you are in the mornings." he leaned down and pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose. "Don't worry, okay? Nothing can stop me from loving you."

The past six months have felt like a vivid dream, you started working for a very famous clothing designer - as an assistant but it was something - and you loved every second of it, you had basically ripped your apartment apart and replaced everything in it and made it your dream home. But the best part was the person who was by your side the entire time, Lee Felix. Of course, you started out as friends but you both knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.

You had a perfect schedule: date nights on Monday, sleepover at his place on Wednesdays, and movie night at your place on Saturdays, where he'd spend the night and leave Sunday morning after brunch. You both agreed not to spend every day together because you're still healing from your past relationships and Felix has never been in a serious relationship. But of course, if one or the other got a text saying they missed the other, it only took about ten minutes before there was a knock at their door.

But today is Saturday and you haven't seen him since Tuesday morning since he had to work late on Wednesday. To say you were excited was an understatement, you were practically pacing around the kitchen waiting for him to get here, until he finally appeared on the other side of the island. "That spare key you gave me comes in handy."

"Felix!" you squealed and quickly made your way around the bar and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You took way too long to get here."

"It's ten a.m., did you want me here before daylight?" he was teasing you, but his hands caressed down your back to pull you closer against him. He missed you too.

"I expected nothing less."

"Why did you pick a sad movie?" you sobbed behind your hands.

"Baby, it wasn't that sad." he tried to argue but you saw him wipe away that stray tear right before the movie ended. He thought he was sneaky.

"Tell that to the girl whose best friend just died." you gestured to the tv. Another cry coming from your lips.

"Aww baby stop before you make me cry." he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you down on his chest, and combing his fingers through your hair. "Hey," he tilted your head up until you were nose to nose with him, the tears immediately stopped. "it's okay, honey it's all fake."

ring. ring. ring.

"Ughh," you pushed yourself up and grabbed your phone. "It's like he fucking knows!" you put it on Do Not Disturb and shut it off completely. You were pissed now. "I don't know what to do Felix." You plopped back on the couch and he pulled you back to him once again.

"it's okay, love. We'll figure something out, I promise." there wasn't a trace of hurt or annoyance in his eyes, just genuine concern for you. This time when you leaned forward your lips met his and it felt like ages since you were this close to him. He pulled you closer to deepen the kiss, as one hand moved to cup the side of your face.

"Y/N?"

At first you thought you were hallucinating from all the stress, until Felix jerked away from you and stood, dragging you up with him and stepping in front of you to shield you from the intruder.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?" Felix yelled.

Hyunjin looked between you and Felix, confusion all over his face. "Y/N, baby who is this?"

Oh, hell no. You grabbed Felixs hand and squeezed it reassuringly before stepping out from behind him. He was hesitant on letting you any closer to this random man until you said: "He's my boyfriend, Hyunjin." Oh.... Its Hyunjin. Your ex boyfriend.

"How did you get in here?"

He held up the spare key you had forgotten you'd given him while ya’ll were together. You snatched it from his hand before he could pull away. "Why the fuck are you in my apartment?"

"I-" his eyes started to water. "You're with someone else?"

You turned to look at Felix, his jaw was clenched as he watched Hyunjins very move. "Yes. Now leave."

"But I- I thought you loved me," his voice broke. "And I still love you. Y/N, I left her. I left her so we could be together." He said that with a smile as if that would change your mind. No, it made you want to vomit.

"Good, she deserves better. And so do I."

He nodded his head, processing what you just said. You could physically see his hurt turning into anger. "So," he looked straight into your eyes. "Did you tell your little boy toy over there what we did on that couch that you were kissing him on? Hmm? How much you loved it when I leaned you over it and I fucked you till you were begging for m-" He was cut off by you harshly slapping him across the face, the force making him stumble back a bit. In the corner of your eye you saw Felix launch forward just in case hyunjin decided to replicate your violent energy.

"How dare you come into my home and degrade me like this, let alone Infront of someone I care about! I did love you, Hyunjin, but not anymore. And you never loved me. You may know my favorite designer brand or what I like in bed but that's all you know. You don't know what my favorite color is or my dream job, so you definitely don't know who I want. So let me tell you. It's. Not. You. And it never will be. It'll always be me. I am who I want to be happy, and nobody else can make that happen." you stopped to take a deep breath to calm down and hyunjin took that as his que to speak.

"I should've never left her for you, all you are is a cheap slut." This time the smack you heard didn't come from you. It was Felix lunging forward and punching him in the face. A loud crack came from the impact, and you couldn't tell if it was Hyunjins nose or Felix's hand. But judging from the blood gushing from Hyunjins nose, it was definitely broken. Hyunjin stumbled to the floor while holding a hand over his bleeding nose.

"Felix stop!" you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off of hyunjin. "You," you pointed at hyunjin and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him up and towards the door. "Out!" Opening it you pushed him out, slamming it in his face, but not before getting in the last word. "Nice going hyunjin, you just earned yourself a restraining order."

Once the door was closed the reality I what just happened came crashing down on you like a bag of bricks. you pressed your back against the door and slid down it and let all the emotions show themselves. “Felix, i’m so sorry.” you sobbed into you hand. you couldn’t even imagine how he felt right now, but still he came to you and took you in his arms as you cried.

“it’s okay, love, you did the right thing. Don’t worry, ok? i’m here, i’ve got you.”

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이 펠릭스 | come as you are.

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💭 synopsis: after a confrontation with your least favourite person on campus, you realise your grudge had been based off of nothing but an error. with no reason left to hate felix, you decide to fuck him instead — it's not like your relationship could get any messier.

🎤 word count: 11.4K

📂 contains: dom felix / sub reader, enemies to lovers, miscommunication, college au, mentions of other members, possessive felix, flirting, alcohol consumption, lowkey grunge felix, mentions of virginity, hookup culture, jealous felix, aggressive mutual pining, wet dreams, masturbation, angry sex, hate sex, car sex, spit kink, hair pulling, a lot of marking, multiple orgasms, oral sex, unprotected sex, cum consumption.

it was no secret of your distaste for felix lee, rolling your eyes every time you heard his baritone, sultry voice. you scowled at him at every chance you got. and most importantly you avoided him as best you could, like he was the plague, tuning out any conversation where his name would be brought up, loitering in your class just a bit too long to avoid crossing his way on campus.

if you had to describe your relationship with him using a singular word, it would be trivial. you brought no benefit to him and he to you. so how was it you always caught him staring? why was it you dreamt of him, in erotic situations and in heart-fluttering, butterfly-in-the-stomach inducing ways? so why was it you woke up one particular morning, with an uncomfortable stickiness between your legs, your hair a mess and your face burning — all the while with felix lee’s name in your mind. you thought about him, brain teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness. you thought about him in detail, his soft pink lips with that sharp cupid’s bow, his even softer hair like black smoke through your fingers, his pixie ears adorned in earrings, his almond shaped eyes with his dark bronze eyes that very often looked like obsidian when it was starved of light, and his warm, tanned skin that made the freckles littered on his face look even darker.

you let your mind wander, imagining how felix would sound above you, how he would smell, what he would say — so much so, that you had actually forgotten about your vendetta against the man, that you wore so proudly on your sleeve anyone would think you were a paid actor if they saw you that morning. your hands were between your thighs, manoeuvring your underwear from your sex, slick with your arousal, your fingers stroking your slit and smearing your aching clit with your slick. a small, content sigh left your mouth, cheek nuzzling against your pillow with your eyes closed blissfully. your eyes grew wide. you were not thinking about felix. that was not happening. you shrugged yourself off, springing out of bed and feeling straight towards your shower. a feeling of disgust settled in your gut, disgust with yourself for thinking about him and disgust towards the man of the hour himself. he was too arrogant, too sure of himself, and way too serious to ever, ever get with you. when pigs fly, sure. not a moment sooner.

considering that was the start to your day, you figured it could only go up from there. wrong.

felix was in a special mood today, finding any opportunity he could to make conversation with you or just exist near you. it was maddening. for the usual reasons, of course, but because you couldn't stop yourself from wondering how he was in bed. was he gentle or harsh? was he vocal, like how he was annoyingly chatty? whatever you tried to do to appease this insanity in your head, he was always one step ahead. always right behind the corner you were turning, or in front of you in the line to return whatever library book you convinced yourself you'd read. with every growing second you lost your patience, your sanity and your decorum. you were irritated, so much so you didn't even converse with your friends in the café nearby.

"so, are you all going to the party tonight?" what? you looked up from your mostly empty cup, "what party?" hyunjin laughed, of course he did — it was hyunjin, "the hottest party of the semester. keep up!" he wasn't serious, just a testy asshole. your eyes narrowed, "and why would i go to that?" it wasn't uncommon for you to attend parties, tending to show up for a few hours before getting bored and leaving, or being roped into driving the drunks home early because they couldn't walk straight. but you tended to stray from huge gatherings — there wasn't much to do unless you wanted to catch several sexual diseases. which, you didn't. hyunjin, ever the martyr, rolled his eyes at your response. "because i'm going, so im going to need my token virgin friend to come, too." your eyes went wide, mouth opening in a mixture of offence and shock. "hyunjin, i'm not a virgin — not that my sex life is any of your business — thank you very much."

"yes, you are." seungmin joined, matter-of-factly turning to you; seemingly taking a sudden interest in your conversation. hyunjin couldn't contain himself, letting out a loud cackle that drowned out amongst the busy chatter of the afternoon rush hour café. "why do you all care so much? if you're into me you can say, you know." you deflected, setting down your finished and now empty china cup. "we just don't like it when you get cocky and think you can lie to your best friends." hyunjin grinned. fuck him. "fuck you, man." you crossed your arms, collecting your things to start leaving. "anyway, i gotta go, see you assholes later." you stood up, slinging your bag on your shoulder as you looked at your friends still sat at the table.

"later? you're going, then?" seungmin caught on, of course. when did anything get past him? you sighed heavily, "yes, i'll go. because im nice and i know one of you are bound to get blackout drunk." hyunjin chuckled dryly, aware it was aimed at him, "not because a certain someone will be there?" he looked up at you. scowling, you answered quickly, "i don't care if felix goes – its not like i'll talk to that asshole." he raised a brow, "who said anything about felix?" you blinked, stunned. "oh whatever, fuck all you guys." you walked out quickly, determined to hide your deteriorating composure from your relentless friends, their laughter following you outside.

it was a house party. a very nice house, as a matter of fact. it was incredibly spacious, even when it was filled with probably a few hundred drunken college kids. the music was loud, so loud it reverberated in your bones, feeling the bass notes in your entire body, unwillingly thrumming along with the beat of the music. people were crowding around each other, yelling loudly in excitement and laughing over something that would probably be mundane if they were sober. although finding the location hard to navigate through, you had spotted hyunjin easily, noticing his bright red hair a mile away, even in such dim lighting. "have you had anything to drink, yet?" he asked you, a cup of whatever liquor he could find in his non-dominant hand. you shook your head, "i want to stay sober, i'm driving." hyunjin raised his brows at this, "what's the fun in that? live a little." he urged, elbowing you softly in your side. "hyunjin, i am driving." you repeated, level-headed. he only wanted you to relax, you knew that, but you wouldn't risk yours and others' safety for a night you won't remember and a pounding headache the next day. he shrugged, "you're no fun." he pouted, taking a gulp of his drink. "yeah, whatever. go ditch me to chat up some girl." you shooed him away, watching with a smile on your face as he left your company and scanned the huge room for a girl who looked somewhat sober.

"it's nice to see you here." your eye almost twitched. "what do you want, felix." you deadpanned, giving him an unamused look, glaring at him through your lashes. he chuckled, his chest moving from his stupidly attractive laugh, "aren't you chipper?" for fucks sake. "i'm not interested, felix. fuck off." it was so hard remaining indifferent, because no matter how annoying he was you still couldn't deny you were attracted to him. his brows furrowed slightly, "then i'm just going to have to convince you otherwise." you hate him. you hate him and his australian accent. you hate the way his hair falls on both sides of his head, giving him a halo effect because he was so fucking far from being angelic. you hate how persistent he was, you hated how easily he shook your insults off. you hated his smirk, you hated his obnoxiously loud laugh; everything about him irked you.

so why were you following him to the kitchen, your eyes boring holes in his toned back, but following where he went nonetheless. felix handed you a glass cup filled with a clear liquor, catching the light that hung above the both of you and reflecting it back to you. "cheers," he spoke, his voice smoky in such a unique way it gave you shivers. you held the glass rim to your lips. vodka. good vodka at that — someone here had taste. what happened to staying sober? how are you getting home, now? why on earth are you listening to felix? he grimaced at the taste, sharp and bitter on his tongue, no doubt. the warm, spicy aftertaste caught you off guard, urging you to take another sip to combat it.

felix leaned the outside of his forearms on the countertop, putting most his weight on his elbows as he stared at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "what?" you asked, setting your drink down to your right. his blank face didn't last long, an amused smile quickly being presented to you, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment, "nothing, it's just, well, i think this is the longest conversation we've had with each other in.. what? two years?" he pondered. you scowled, "and whose fucking fault is that?" you barked, after taking a much needed gulp of your drink. felix's eyes widened, "i didn't mean it like that. fuck, 'm sorry." he winced, giving you what seemed like a genuinely apologetic look. fuck that, you're not falling for his act again. you shook your head, hand swiping at your half-drunken drink, preparing to leave without exchanging another word. that is, until felix's silver ring adorned hands rest on your hips, caging you in and suddenly inches away from your face. your spine straightens — from this proximity you can see his dilated pupils below his deep brown eyes. you blink, guiding your own gaze away from his. "what did i do to make you hate me?" he muttered, his eyes searching yours for any giveaway of your emotion. you swallowed thickly, feeling your palms grow clammy.

"you didn't pick up, felix. it's cruel to make me say this to you.." you answered, emotion catching in your throat against your will. it seemed two years worth of upset caught up to you in a single moment, surrounded by most of your drunken peers. your hands bend behind you, grabbing onto the island you were caged onto, desperate to hold onto something to appease your racing heart. felix's brows knitted together, his eyes narrowing, "i didn't pick up..?" you were in disbelief, "are you fucking serious? you don't even remember what happened?" your heart felt as it it was being crushed, blinking any obvious sign of tears away from your likely glassy eyes. felix's gaze softened, "hey.. don't cry. i'm sorry for being such an idiot," his voice was gentle, caring almost. "after that night i called you and you didn't pick up. i really thought we had something special, but i guess not. now, let me go." you said, though gritted teeth. felix looked as if he didn't follow. was he that unbothered? "you didn't call me back. i didn't hear anything from you for days and when i tried talking to you.." he licked his lips, deciding on the right words, "you've been like this ever since." he muttered, the tips of his ears reddening.

your eyebrows lowered, jaw clenching. "yes." you paused, "i fucking did." you urged. "i wouldn't lie to you about this — you didn't call me." felix answered. how was he that sure of himself? you were done with this, with felix, with this fucking back and forth conversation as if you were fucking fourteen. your hand went to your back pocket to pull out your phone, ignoring felix when he asked what you were doing, determined to scroll back in your contacts to show him the phone call he's so sure he didn't receive. you'll fucking show him. "what's this, then?" you presented your phone screen to him, watching as his expression turned from confused to shocked. thought so. "that isn't my number." he looked up, eyes locked onto yours. "what." you deadpanned, in disbelief. did you seriously hold a two year grudge over a wrong number? felix couldn't help the laugh that escaped his pink lips, his nose scrunching up and his body physically rocking from the strength of his chuckles. lost for words, you followed his lead, letting your own defeated laughter hit your ears. you put your phone away, hand coming up to hold your mouth as your laugh died down.

"i'm such a fucking moron." you shook your head, mildly embarrassed and partially relieved. "on the bright side, at least i'm not an asshole who won't return phone calls," felix's hand released the grip on your waist, moving to run through his hair and brush it out of his eyes. you chuckled dryly, "lucky you," the smile on your face was undeniable, a weight being released from your shoulders. although the incident was imaginary water under an imaginary bridge, you still harboured those volatile feelings of hate towards felix. maybe it was because you were drunk, or because you still remember how he bothered you non-stop for months? you weren't sure. you looked him up and down, he'd changed a lot. and in a good way, too. he gained a bit of muscle, and let his hair grow out like you suggested that night many months ago. he looked good, you had to admit that you wanted him all over again. he'd changed so much you're sure he's improved in bed, too.

"there you ar— oh?" both of your heads darted to see hyunjin, stumbling and flushed and hair a mess, his jacket gone and his shirt no longer tucked in. suddenly aware of your compromising position, felix stepped back and let you move, going over to hyunjin without a second word. oddly enough, you were displeased that you no longer felt his hand on your hip, steadying your body and warming you up at the same time. "you need a ride home?" you asked, pressing the backs of your hands to his red hot cheeks. he nodded slowly, a grimace on his face. "get seungmin to do it, i've been drinking," you explained, leading him out of the kitchen to where you knew seungmin would be. "is that why you were actually talking to felix? as in: your mortal enemy felix? as in: the man who we all know you have a thing for felix?" hyunjin all but taunted. you felt blessed when you saw seungmin's brown mop of hair, bobbing as he threw the ping-pong ball into the cup on the table. "take him home, will you?" you motioned to hyunjin, who was bouncing a stray ball on the table rather unceremoniously. seungmin raised a brow, "i thought you were driving?" you huffed, "yes. well — no, i-i mean, i was supposed to, but i've been drinking, so i can't." you spluttered. he nodded slowly in understanding, "don't worry, it's good you're finally letting loose." he smiled at you, before turning to hyunjin, "come on, you drunk."

and with that, you were alone once more. until you weren't. "are you playing in seungmin's place?" jisung asked you. he and you weren't exactly close, but you shared a few mutual friends and the same literary class a year back. you shook your head, a dopey smile on your face, "ah, no, sorry, i'm no good at beer pong." you explained with a small shrug. jisung gave you a quizzical look, "so what? c'mere, play with me and i'll show you," he moved to the side, giving you room to squeeze in. figuring you have nothing better to do, you press your side against his, noticing the way his free arm snakes around your waist. you had never been this close to him before, but he was actually quite cute. he had chubby cheeks, rounding out his face and making his eyes look even softer and bigger, his skin was bronzed and warm, and he had a habit of puckering his pink, round lips when he concentrated. once it was your turn, you scooped a ball in the palm of your hand and held it up to the opposing side's cups. they didn't have many left, but your team was still in the lead. jisung's hand wrapped around your wrist, helping you line it up with changbin and minho's two remaining cups, his fingers brushing against yours as he muttered in your ear how to throw it to ensure a win.

it was actually thrilling, watching the other team discuss the best technique to land a ping-pong ball into your cup, despite how boring you initially assumed it was. you felt your heartbeat quicken when they missed all three chances, now up to you and jisung to land their last cup. once more, he pressed himself into your back, feeling his bulge against your ass and his breath on the nape of your neck, the palm of his hand climbing up your extended arm, adjusting your position and murmuring words of encouragement in your ear. he gave you butterflies; intentionally or not, they were there and mixed with the alcohol in your system, you felt fucking invincible. when you actually landed the ball in their cup, you were overjoyed. you and jisung triumphed, holding onto each other and jumping frantically while changbin and minho groaned in dismay. jisung's lips were on yours. he was kissing you. and you kissed back. he was good at it, too, his lips were warm and wet from the beer. you broke apart, wide eyed and breath frantic.

"do you wanna dance?" jisung asked, his voice uncertain, breathy and so fucking cute. you weren't entirely sure, but you realised you had nothing else to do. shrugging, you took his hand in yours, "why not?" you smiled, noticing his black painted nails. it was hot, you couldn't deny that, your grip on his hand tightening at the thoughts running rampant in your borderline tipsy mind. he beamed, his round lips parting to let his white teeth peek through his pink mouth. the impromptu dance floor wasn't too far away, being in the centre of the house and surrounded by crowds of people. you couldn't tell what the song was exactly, but it had a latin feel to it, heavy on the electric guitar and fast paced, yet still erotic enough to get your body moving sensually. jisung stood behind you, his hands on your waist, pinky fingers touching the swell of your hips, holding onto you as you swayed from left to right, your own hands holding onto his arms, painfully aware of the curve of his bicep and the bulge of his veins.

you felt every inch of him, his toned chest flush against your back, his pelvis rocking into your ass each time you rolled and danced to the music. you twisted in his arms, face to face with each other, the both of you grinning like idiots, every sense of logic lost in his doe eyes, noticing the way his warm, bronze skin glowed in the dim lights. you let him sway you, your hands resting above his shoulders, not so subtly fondling his bicep muscles. his face angled down to look at you, his wet lips catching your eye, leaning into his already tiny bubble of space to press another kiss to his lips, in which he happily returned, his lips lining up with yours perfectly. as if on cue, the song ended, and the both of you were too spent to dance much longer.

despite kissing him, jisung didn't make anything awkward — it didn't feel awkward, either. it just happened in the heat of the moment, and the both of you were completely fine with that. there was no need to rush out embarrassed, nor to kiss him again and try making a night out of it. the two of you broke apart, going your separate ways, while you sat on the staircase to see if seungmin would come back. you hoped so, considering he was great company to have when around drunk people, and he left his jacket here, so you wanted to be sure he wasn't coming back when you took it home with you to return to him the following monday morning. "what the fuck was that about?" your head turned to see felix, hair in his face and an obvious frown on his lips. "what was what about?" you answered, eyeing him warily. he scoffed, rolling his eyes before looking back at you. "is this how you're gonna play it?" your brows furrowed at this, "i don't have time for this. communicate your feelings like a normal person or fuck off somewhere else." you turned away from him, focusing on the car pulling up outside, hoping it was seungmin. "why are you kissing and dancing with jisung?" felix asked pointedly, voice stern and unyielding. he had some fucking nerve. "because i can. is that all?" "no, that's not all! i thought we had something?" "no, we had sex. one time — two years ago, felix. i'm not yours and i never was."

the distance between the both of you shrank drastically, felix's frame towering over you as he looked down at you. a shiver crawled up your spine, unable to look away. "we'll see about that." you wanted to kiss him. you wanted to shut him up, make him want you the way you wanted him. instead, you shook your head and looked down, "you're too late, felix." you weren't trying to argue this time, your voice soft and certain. his body came into view, kneeling below you as if he were worshipping you, his eyes soft and his face inches away from yours. his hand cupped your chin, urging you to look up, which you did. "better late than never." he spoke, voice raspy and husky as he whispered like a prayer fell from his plump, sharply carved lips.

you leaned into him, your mouth by his pierced ear, just about brushing on the cool metal spiked earrings he wore. "felix," you breathed, completely taken by lust for him to think logically. fuck this party, fuck seungmin's jacket, and most importantly fuck felix. with the proximity, you heard his breath hitch and you saw the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up from your warm breath on his skin, a sharp contrast to the cool, silky black leather jacket he sported. "i know, love." he stood up, "c'mon, we're getting out of here." he walked down the few steps backwards seamlessly, making it look easy. your body was on autopilot, following felix out like a moth to light. he held the door open for you, watching with a triumphant smirk as you walked out the door, leaving the party behind you.

an involuntary shiver creeped up your spine once your body hit the chilly midnight air, goosebumps erupting on your skin and cringing at the feeling of the breeze passing through you. felix moved to stand in front of you, shielding you from the wind, shrugging off his jacket and guiding it on your shoulders, where it sat heavily. you could smell him on it, the musky scent of smoke and cinnamon on his leather jacket, making you crave him even more. his hand fell at your hip, guiding you to his sleek, black aston martin. you narrowed your eyes once you were seated comfortably, "where are we going?" you asked, pulling his jacket tighter around your body as the cold seats hit the bare skin of your legs. felix didn't even look at you, instead focusing completely on the deserted road, "nowhere," he answered, speeding up, feeling the engine purring in your body.

why did you fucking agree to this? is that all it takes to get you in a car? some deep voiced, australian man with a leather jacket and earrings? shame burned in your veins, along with a deadly shot of uncertainty and lust. if by some miracle you're not going to get murdered tonight, you're sure you're never talking to felix again: wrong number or not. you arrive at some abandoned parking lot, surrounded by hundreds of rows of empty car slots and concrete pillars. in the middle of the night. felix unbuckled your seatbelt for you, watching you silently. he wanted you to make the first move? that's new. "why did you bring me here, felix?" he turned away from you, his head tipping back to lean on the headrest, his face towards the ceiling, his black hair cascading down the sides of his head, kissing the tips of his ears while the hair at the nape of his neck curled inwards towards his collarbones. "i love the way you say my name." he muttered, the alcohol in his system causing him to slur more than usual, despite his lazy australian accent doing most of the work. he knew just what to say to make the words in your head die in your throat, mind vacant and fuzzy from the cadence alone of his sultry voice. god, you hated him.

he sighed slowly, "i drove you out here because i didn't want you at that party," felix's eyes lazily opened, staring holes into the interior's ceiling. "what?" you turned in your seat to face him, "why not?" you added, eyeing him intently, trying to read his body language. he was so aloof at the worst times, as if he intentionally wanted to confuse you, always leave you second guessing. felix took a deep breath in, "i was jealous of jisung." he admitted, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. your brows creased together in disbelief, "why are you jealous of jisung?" you pressed. felix turned to you, his hands falling on his thighs, spread so wide his knee was inches away from yours. "because it took him a few fucking kind words to get you sucking faces with him." he hissed, jaw clenched. you were left speechless. he huffed, exasperated, "you drive me crazy. you're fucking maddening," felix emphasised, sitting up straight in his seat. you rolled your eyes, "i'm so tired of this. i'm so tired of you!" the emotion was gathering in your voice, tears welling up in your eyes. "felix! you need to stop this. you're not in love with me, you just want to fuck someone and i'm the only girl still stupid enough to believe you a second time." your voice broke, furiously wiping the angrier tears from your eyes, refusing to compromise the mascara you carefully applied a few hours ago. "give it up. please, i'm tired of this. i can't do this again." you turned away from him, gaze moving to look out the window as if your view wasn't solid stone and concrete.

"then don't." you looked at felix, your body still. you watched him out of the corner of your eyes, hugging your middle as a way to console yourself. he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, "it's hard talking to you about this. i always use the wrong words and i end up saying things i don't mean. i know that, so please give me a chance here. i'm trying.. so hard, to communicate with you, i fucking swear." you remained silent, moving your head to face him, otherwise unmoving. i'm not using you. i really, really like you. even when you'd take the book i returned to give me a late fee, even when you'd scoff and roll your eyes every time i spoke, even when you'd go against an opinion you believed just to disagree with me. even when you hate me, i like you so much it turns me into — this! you turn me into a rambling idiot. i don't hate you, and not a single bone in my body is trying to use you, or break your heart." felix took in a deep, shaky breath, preparing himself to say more; but you've heard enough. more than enough, actually.

your lips slammed into his, eyes squeezed closed, trying to convey everything you wanted to say to felix but couldn't through your kiss. you put most your weight onto your arm, in-between felix's thighs that were still spread wide, his hand gravitating to your hip once more. he didn't flinch, he didn't hesitate, he didn't even gasp. felix instead completely accepted you, his lips pressed against yours firmly, his warm, wet tongue tracing over your lip, getting a mouthful of your fruity lipgloss. it was messy, sandwiching felix's top lip with your own, taking your bottom lip into his hot mouth. it was teeth grazing against each other, nibbling on each other's lips, filling each other's mouths with needy groans, his noises infectiously ravishing on your tongue. his rosy lips parted, your tongue meeting his, the taste of vodka heavy on his tongue, and burning on yours, your wet lips gliding over his, noses bumping together as you leaned further into his relaxed, warm body, hypnotised by his scent. you breathed it into your lungs, adopting his own exhale as your inhale, letting him invade you entirely; your foggy mind still debating if that fact was heavenly or hellish.

it was hard to break apart, yet it had to be done, your chests heaving and your heartbeat frantic, glowing with lust and a sense of accomplishment. felix's fingers brushed against the curve of your throat, dipping as they followed the well of your collarbones, all the while staring at you in awe, his lips parted. "i've been fantasising about that for two years," his voice was breathy, husky and smoky all at once, having the same effect on you as a siren did a sailor. you laughed dryly, "i'm sure other girls have kissed you like that." your index finger tapped felix's bottom lip tauntingly, easily sliding on his wet lip, feeling the dip of where your teeth caught it under the pad of your fingertip. you felt him smirk, staring at you through half-lidded eyes and lust blown pupils, playfully pretending to bite your finger, your skin narrowly missing his white teeth. "i've kissed other girls, yeah," he admitted, a little too casually for your liking, a burning jealousy sizzling in your gut. "but none of them ever compare to you." he whispered, voice raspy and his accent so charming it made you swoon.

felix caught on that you were jealous, chuckling amusedly, "it's not like you haven't kissed other men." he cooed, thumb stroking the swell of your hip. your eyes rolled, unable to express your discontent in any other way. "that's different," you defended, your hand caressing his inky black hair. "why? because you did it to make me jealous?" felix leaned into your touch. "yes," you hummed, eyes widening, "um — i mean, no?" there was no way you salvaged that one. he didn't seem to mind, however, a playful smirk on his lips as he shook his head in disbelief. "you did it to make me jealous, because you know," he paused to kiss your wrist, purposefully leaving you in suspense, anticipating what he would say next. "you know no man can satisfy you like i do. not a million." you lifted an eyebrow, "really?" you tested, voice doubtful. "really." felix sounded sure of himself — completely certain, in fact. "prove it." you looked up at him through your lashes, challenging him with your gaze alone. his expression changed, grinning at you like a shark, the grip he had on your hip tightening significantly.

he nudged his head in the direction of the backseat, an empty row of seats sitting silently in the dim light. without exchanging a word, you climbed around to sit there, looking at him expectantly. you weren't entirely sure what he was planning, but you wanted to see how far he would go with this, a morbid curiosity getting the better of you. felix came crawling back to you: literally, you watched as he slid into the seat next to you. "c'mere, sweetheart," he urged, staring you down as you mentally debated obeying him. despite having him before, felix had changed a lot since then, so much so he appeared like a different person to you; swapping out the cozy hoodies and relaxed demeanour for spiked earrings and leather jackets. it was as if time had just stopped working, the whole world still and silent, as if it was watching the both of you, awaiting your next moves wickedly. like everyone else had disappeared; and it was just the both of you there, as if felix was the only other person in the world besides you. he definitely looked at you that way — like he purely saw you, and nothing but you. maybe he always looked at you like that, even before you spent the night together.

shaking the thoughts out of your dazed mind, you crawled next to him and sat on his leg, your side pressed against his chest. you felt the damp slide of his scalding tongue across your skin. you felt the sting of his teeth, gliding across your throat. his touch was foreign, as if you had never felt him to begin with, comparing his touch to all those times you fantasised about him. you held your breath, heartbeat quickening and pounding against your ribcage as you felt the cold sting of his rings on your flesh, his hand on the small of your back and rounding out at your waist and hips, fingers groping the waistband of your underwear, his leather jacket still miraculously on your body. were you really doing this again? what if felix was only doing this because he knew he could? was he trying to get back at jisung? was jisung in on it? you tore your eyes away from felix, unsure about everything that had happened.

he noticed, "you okay?" he held you, tenderly, as if you'd shatter if a breeze caught you, his free hand cupping your cheek. fuck, you wanted him. you wanted him so desperately that you were easily turned into a babbling mess before him. "i hate you," your honeyed tone of voice was betraying you, brows pulled taut toward each other. "no, you don't," felix's tone was relaxed; far too nonchalant about the situation unfolding in front of him. it was all his fault, anyway. "i should," you turned your head to the side, burying it into his chest, refusing to show him the frustrated tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. "we'll see." you looked up at him, his actions mirroring yours by looking down at you, his brows raised expectantly. you took his bottom lip into your mouth, lips fitting together so perfectly you're surprised you're not made for each other, like a key fitting into it's lock.

felix's hands held you, pressing your chest into his eagerly, his kiss hungry and forceful, as if he had baited you into it. the palms of your hands found purchase on his toned shoulders, your mouth being invaded by felix's tongue, hot and forceful, painting your lips and mouth with his spit, sending shivers down your spine. he swallowed your whine, carnal and high-pitched. you felt felix's hands grope you, experimentally fondling the flesh of your ass in his palms, the feeling of his heartbeat against your skin maddening. felix was an erotic, mean kisser, pushing all he could give onto you as if he were trying to crush you. he released you, your mouth gravitating to his neck, felix squeezing you into him so flush you could feel his stiff, cold belt buckle against your abdomen. your teeth pressed into the warm skin of his tanned body, suckling his skin as if you were a vampire, drunk on his smoky, arousing cologne.

you released him, angling your mouth against the shell of his warm, blushed ear, "i want you," you whispered against him, pressing a needful kiss against the ball of his jaw. he shuddered, and not so subtly withdrew his hips in on himself as a way to conceal his erection, pushing through his jeans desperately. you giggled into him, your hand falling between his legs to paw at his bulge, smiling sinfully as you felt his cock twitch at the sensation, hearing him sighing pleased hums in your ear at the feeling. you pecked the side of felix's golden, tanned face, all the while breathless and yearning, happily observing felix as he reacted unashamedly to your touch. his hand caught on yours, bringing it up from his crotch, "i want you to feel good," he rasped, australian accent thick and catching on his low voice. you hummed in understanding, "i always feel good around you," you poured your heart out to him, your voice quiet and steady.

chuckling, he shook his head, "then, i want you to feel better than that," he mumbled, into your neck, his hand resting on your thigh. his hot breath ghosted your skin of your neck, your hair standing up, your spine straightening. you leaned into him, subconsciously grinding yourself on his leg, pressing your chest against his. "how good?" you murmured into his skin, unable to be content with your imagination alone, urging him to continue, watching as felix turned his shoulders to lean into you. "lay on your back, and i'll show you." there it was again. that delicious accent, the sultry voice, the filthy words, and that unfathomable arrogance. how could anyone in their right mind deny that?

you moved off of his leg and onto the opposite end of the seat, never taking your eyes off of his — not even once, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought off a smile, anticipating what felix would do next. he turned to face you, on his knees, a devoted worshipper, his usually soft, expressive eyes now staring you down with an undeniably lustful, almost dangerous glint in his deep, brown eyes. you almost wanted to move away, but there was just something about felix that always left you wanting more. more of his teasing, of his kisses, of his cruelly smug grin when he caught you staring. if you wanted to stay level headed you should never let him cross your mind, always succeeding in making you compliant for him. you hated it: how easy he made it to submit to him, how easy it was to obey and please him, or let him please you. but it was addictive, so much so that it was maddening.

felix ran his hands up your thighs, your breath hitching at the contradiction between his burning hot skin and the icy stinging of his silver rings. felix inhaled sharply, eyes fixed on the blatant, vulgar wet patch of your underwear, solely existing because of him. and he knew, grinning arrogantly, wickedly at the sight. you could imagine how it looked to him, the girl that's hated you since you fucked her laying obediently in the backseat of your aston martin, her legs spread wide and her face burning hot, all because of you. he was probably celebrating his triumph right now, taking great pleasure in the sight before him. when you first fucked, he got to explore you, corrupt you and desecrate you. but this time, he gets to conquer you, overthrow you, and to dominate you. as sickening as it was, you felt downright degenerate for wanting it — more than anything, you wanted felix to fuck the hate out of you, to conquer it and defeat you.

a shiver ran down your spine, the cool air on your scalding cunt was frenzying, as you had to resist the urge to close your legs, effectively trapping felix between your thighs. nothing about him was gentle, he was all bruising kisses one your lower lips and teeth grazing against your clit, the pad of his thumb pressed against the hood of your clit, exposing more of the swelling nerve for him to take into his searing mouth, tongue flicking over it and his front teeth catching against it. you couldn't contain the whine that escaped your parted lips, which turned into a scowl when you felt the smirk between your legs, his stretching deliriously over your sopping cunt as your thighs trembled. his hands, fuck, his hands, fingers digging into your skin, holding your ass in the palms of his hands. it was all happening too fast, and then too slow, always changing his pace just to keep you guessing. his eyes were dark, obscured by the even darker hair in his eyes, his hands too occupied to brush it out of his face, the tip of his nose scrunched up as it bumped against your clit.

it was nothing if not brutal, sinful and so incredibly obscene. felix kissed your slit just as dirtily as he kissed you, staining you with his spit, shoving his blazing tongue into your hole earning a full bodied moan from you, only spurring him on further as he hummed smugly. he pulled away from your sex, leaning back onto his elbows, tipping his head back, his murky black hair falling in his eyes, on both sides of his face, behind his shoulders, neck on full display. you almost cried out, cursing at him for being so cruel, until you realised what he was doing. warm, thick spit drizzled between your legs, following the natural trail of your slit, your legs quivered. felix's long, hot tongue lapped up your arousal from top to bottom, gathering the taste of you on his tongue, savouring it with a smug grin that infuriated you. your hands clung to felix's hair, tufts of inky black hair sticking out from between your fingers from where you grabbed handfuls of his hair so aggressively you felt him groan into your cunt, the vibrations mimicking lightning searing up your spine.

he pulled away from your throbbing sex, chest heaving for air, his eyes falling to look at you with a devilishly conceited grin on his equally as conceited, stunning face. "y' think jisung can eat you out this good?" felix's voice was lower than before, cocky and arrogant and so annoyingly intoxicating. and you were helpless, intoxicated by the sweetness of his cruelty, tormented by his every touch. "no, i don't," you started, a pleased smile on your face at his smirk, "i think he could do better." you tightened your grip on his hair, savouring the way he grunted, his cock twitching at the feeling. "oh, sweetheart, you've no idea, do you?" felix cooed into your cunt, nipping at your inner thigh. your act slipped, "what do you mean?" you stammered, hips bucking into his touch. you felt felix shake his head, nose rubbing your clit side to side as he did so, "you got lucky having me be your first," he muttered nonchalantly, the flat of his tongue dragging lazily up your cunt, earning a squeal from your throat, "i taught him everything he knows." he spoke slowly, letting the weight of his words really settle. you hiked a leg up onto his shoulder, the inside of your knee snug above his shoulder blade, "and he's still better than you, lix."

something told you that you'd regret saying that.

your cunt fluttered at the feeling of felix's swollen lips on your ravaged hole, fucked nerveless by him. "maybe i should let him fuck you instead, and cut this short," felix thought out loud, prodding your slit with the pads of his fingers. you wanted to call his bluff, but from the way he was looking at you, and the way he was inching further away, you felt he wasn't bluffing. was he really that cruel? your hands pulled on his hair, urging him to look up to gaze into your eyes, noticing the way his eyes trailed from yours to your cheeks, your messy hair and the way your chest heaved with breathlessness. "felix, please don't. i.. i need you." you felt pathetic — begging for a man's touch like this. he made you feel so small, so meek. it was strangely invigorating, and you came crawling back to feel it each time, like an addict.

felix hummed, pleased. he returned between your thighs, "i thought so," he murmured, while you shivered involuntarily at the feeling of his warm breath dispersing on your sex. lust sizzles low in your gut, your eyes fluttering closed to keep the tears from flowing down your face, your thighs trying to close around felix as he sucked on your clit, open-mouthed and with vicious purpose. his hands tightened their grip on your skin, so intensely that it was sure to leave bruises once he was finished. your heart was heavy and intense, like a burning feeling inside of your ribcage, earning a loud gasp from your mouth, in awe at the skill felix possessed. you're only encouraged to get louder, to tremble harder by the way felix's tongue lapped up your slick, his lewd mouth scorching on your already feverish skin. it's so pornographic that you come alive, rolling your hips in his face eagerly as he tongue-fucks new life into you.

the wild glare in his eyes never faded, only intensified as time went on, his heavy brown eyes rolling into the back of his head as you bucked your sex into his face, legs tightening around him and tugging at the roots of his hair. felix fucked into nothing, rutting his hips in an attempt to appease the throbbing ache of his cock, spurred on by the carnal whines you let escape your throat, as well as the lewd squelching of spit and drool and cum bubbling in-between your sex and his pink mouth. the majority of felix's face was obscured by your cunt, but you could easily see the crease between his brows, put there by a mixture of frustration and concentration, as well as his long lashes, making his hair twitch each time his eyes flicked up to glare at you smugly. you essentially fucked your hips onto his mouth, crying out hysterically each time his tongue smothers the inside of your cunt vulgarly, back arching in a desperate attempt in following his deliciously talented mouth.

"'m close," you mewl, voice brittle and slurred, high and so needy you feel felix chuckle raptly into your sobbing cunt, tender from being fucked raw by felix's corrupt mouth. "hm, i know," he breathed, voice raspy and husky from his assault on your cunt. he moves from your sex, his pink, swollen lips glossy from your slit, slouched on his knees and calves from the sheer effort. he pants, desperate to catch his breath — his head lolling back and facing the ceiling, letting you watch as his adam's apple bobbed, licking his lips and savouring your taste on his lips. you could hear his groans, his chest panting slowly as he took in greedy gulps of air, his tanned, bronze skin shining in the dim lights outside of the car from the eager sheen of sweat on his skin. it's without a doubt the most pornographic, erotic thing you've ever witnessed, only spurring the arousal in your gut even further.

you shake your head, "please don't stop," your hands grope around to find felix's hands, giving them a squeeze to really deliver it. his eyes widened, his smirk growing bigger by the second, showing one side of his teeth first before the rest followed, peeking through his swollen, pink lips, the shadow on his cupid's bow becoming more defined as it curled into a wicked grin. he reached over to press a kiss to your lips, tongue sliding in your mouth the same way it slid into your hole: vulgarly and so lustfully, spreading your taste into your mouth. you hummed in delight, your hands finding purchase on his biceps, fondling the sturdy muscle beneath his blazing hot skin, mouth widening to whine into felix's mouth. he broke your hungry kiss, chuckling when you chased his lips, the back of his hand on your sternum to keep you down. "just remember whose name you're moaning," he muttered, teeth nipping at your hipbone as he sunk back between your thighs, one hand keeping a firm grip on your inner thigh to keep you from closing them, the other splayed in the juncture where your leg met your hip; affectionately stroking the feverishly warm skin.

he pressed an eager kiss to your swollen clit, your knees buckling when his tongue kitten licked the pearly bud, flicking the muscle all around your slit, his upper lip touching the base of his nose as he fucked you open-mouthedly, the top row of his teeth often catching on your clit. your thighs trembled, hips bucking into his mouth, your hands flying all over his toned back, once more entangling themselves into his inky black hair, fingers clutching at his silky hair so hard it hurt you, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands. you don't doubt that felix is enjoying this more than you, groaning into your cunt unashamedly, drinking you in, savouring the taste of you on his tongue. something about his yearning for you makes you even wetter, your sex throbbing and your hole tensing, clenching around nothing, a dizzying burning feeling spreading all through your body. another pool of warm spit coats your cunt, courtesy of felix's smirking mouth, watching you unfold before him as he delivers you so deliciously close to your orgasm, tears prickling at your eyes and your vision going blurry, sobbing his name out so loudly that it tasted delightful on your tongue.

slowly, as if he were putting on a show, felix leaned back onto his calves, stretching, his body tight and sore from staying in that position for so long. he lifted his arms, fixing his disheveled hair, and rolling his shoulders, showing off his ab muscles, the waistband of his undone jeans slipping further down his waist. he spread his legs, further opening his fly, his clothed, hard cock catching your eye — a solid, firm bulge causing his boxers to stretch, his length straining to break free from the cloth. he shuffled closer to you, his ringed fingers tapping your bottom lip, "open up, love," he cooed. and with that voice, with that accent, you couldn't deny him, your lips slowly parting as you stared at him, loving the way his hair framed his face, all because of your own handiwork.

you watch as felix settles between your thighs, his sinful mouth gathering your orgasm on his equally as sinful tongue. it earns a squeal from you, back winding tighter and arching into him, muscles feeling like jelly as he caressed your spent cunt with his mouth. felix's eyes flickered up to watch you, his intense brown eyes still gleaming with desire, his hand petting your hair before taking a fistful into his palm, letting it weave between his fingers. felix strokes your puffy cunt tenderly, rising up to be level with you, leaning into your bubble, the pads of his fingers ghosting your bottom lip. taking it as a sign he wants you to open your mouth wider, you do just that, and you're quickly greeted with the profane sound of squelching in his mouth, felix's own lips parting as he lets spit drizzle out of his mouth and land on your tongue. you gasp, your cunt throbbing at the feeling, and especially at the sight of felix depositing his spit into your mouth, his lust-blown pupils obscured by his ebony, wispy hair, his eyes only decipherable by the way they reflected the light, otherwise hidden beneath his hair.

dipping a thumb into your mouth, the cool metal of his ring kissed the inside of your bottom lip, his warm digit carefully thumbing the mixture of your cum and your shared spit, spreading it onto your bottom lip, gleaming in the dim light. felix brought his thumb back to him, suckling on the pad of his thumb, the flat of his tongue lapping up what he took from your mouth; all the while maintaining eye contact with you. "don't swallow it, just keep it in your mouth, sweetheart," felix instructed, so casually that it shocked you, turning away from you to strip his shirt off of his body, allowing you to fully see his toned body. he did the same with his pants, already having gotten rid of both of your shoes, likely when he was giving you the best oral sex of your life. not that you'd actually admit that to him — felix was smug about it as is, he didn't need you to add to it. "c'mere," he muttered, as he threw his shirt into the front seat, turning his head to face you expectantly.

quietly, you crawled an inch closer to him, your knee touching his bare thigh. "strip for me," felix watched you through his lashes, through his messy black hair, pressing a kiss to your lips. your hands shrugged his jacket off of your body, showing your back to him, hoping he catches on. he does, thankfully, and unzips your dress, pressing a bruising kiss to the base of your neck, giving your skin goosebumps. you heard felix chuckle at the sight, his sultry voice making the hair on the back of your neck stand up in protest, his warm breath fanning your clammy skin. you let your dress hit the floor of the footwell with an inaudible 'thump', while moving to face him once more. felix greeted you with a grin, eager eyes falling to your naked body and greedily lapping up the view before him.

"open," felix tapped your lips, gaze trained completely on them and nothing else. you felt your heart skip a beat inside of your chest. you parted your lips, your hand holding his wrist as he held your face in his hand, a tender notion with a harsh grip. your tongue came out of your mouth, sitting adjacent with your bottom lip as you watched him with curious, insatiable eyes. the pad of felix's thumb collected the wetness on his finger, spreading it onto your lips lewdly. you drew in a breath, sharply, in awe of his forwardness, eyes fluttering closed as felix's hair tickled the side of your cheek, his pink tongue peeking out from his mouth to lap up the spit on your tongue. you could feel the drool pooling in the back of your mouth, lips shiny and glistening the same way felix's were, inflicting fleeting kisses onto your mouth. it was sensual, felix was slow — deciding to take his time as he savoured the taste, tracing over your tongue, your lips, your teeth, everything you had to offer, felix gratefully savoured it in some wild, primal way, without restrain or decorum.

he moved away from your mouth, lips parted and chest rising and falling like rhythmic waves as his lungs gasped for oxygen. your hands clung to his figure, holding his arms, shoulders, face — anything you could get your hands on. you couldn't hold enough of felix in your eager hands. "i hate you," you say, hands wrapping around his neck as you pull him into you. your lips slam against his, as you kiss him again and again and again, trapped in a frenzy of wanting him — of needing him. and felix kisses you back each time, just as hungrily and just as deeply. his hand gropes your thigh, fingers clenching a bit too tight around your skin, fondling the flesh of your ass as you rut into every inch of him, delirious and drunk off of his electrifying touch. the car windows fog up entirely with your aggression, obscuring and stilling the outside world around you, as if you and felix shared your own world for as long as you remained in his car.

your hand falls in-between his thighs, feeling his heavy, clothed cock in the palm of your hand. felix groans into your mouth, his hips involuntarily bucking to chase your hand, desperately chasing the pleasure you bestowed onto him. "wanna taste you, felix, please?" you ask, breathless and so pathetically it makes felix's cock twitch in excitement. he nods, "of course, love," his fingers hook the waistband of his boxers, letting you claw at the cloth as he dragged it down his legs, kicking them off carelessly. you're not even ashamed that your eyes immediately soak up felix's cock, carefully taking him in your hand as the pad of your finger traces up his slit, smearing the precum that sticks to your skin all over his leaking head. from the proximity you hear him bite back a moan, his breath hitching and his abs trembling, eyes screwing shut as he allows himself to get so, so lost at your touch. you pull your hand away, licking the precum on your finger, spreading the taste throughout your mouth, leaning into his cock to taste more.

there was an obvious blush on his face, felix's cheeks and ears burning as you flattened your tongue to lick from the base of his cock to the very tip, filling your mouth with his taste. he was warm; so incredibly warm that you thought you'd catch fire from simply being so close to him. you take an inch of him into your wet mouth, your drool mixing with his precum as your tongue explored felix's heavy cock, sitting proudly in your mouth, your finger ghosting over the blueish veins poking through his cock, spanning the entire length of him, from his head to his hilt, you traced them and fondled him and appreciated every inch of him.

you were losing yourself in the task, and just as you realised that, felix's hands wound into your hair, tugging you away from his neglected cock that was in desperate need of release, by the roots of your hair. your eyes met his, "i don't wanna come if it's not inside of you," felix's voice was husky, low and full of breathlessness, his australian accent making it seem like he slurred the words out, and it was so sexy you mindlessly agreed to whatever it was he said. you kissed his throat, body trembling in excitement, your lips pressed so hard into his warm skin that you were convinced you'd bruise him. you wanted your kiss to bruise, you wanted your touch to linger on his tanned skin long after this night, and whenever he touched the tender spot on his skin, his heart would swell with the memory of you and this night you spent together.

"then fuck me," you murmured, teeth nipping at his skin. "put my jacket back on and i'll fuck you however you want it, love." felix smirked, kissing your jaw to sweeten the deal. it was a strangely possessive request, but you couldn't deny that it excited you. it didn't take long to find it, and you let felix carefully put it onto your body, guiding your hands and arms through the cold material of the leather, his scent still overwhelmingly present on the jacket. the next thing you know, your back was pressed flush against the seats, felix hovering above you with a teasing smile on his face, his throat pink and bruising, his hair a fluffed up mess and his naked chest glittering with sweat. felix's lips were on your throat, then the well of your collarbones, and then on where your fluttering heart resided. "try not to scream too loud," he teased, licking the base of one of your breasts, his hand securing your thigh in place, fingers just about brushing your swollen clit. a gasp escaped your lips when you felt felix's head rut against your slit, gathering the slick leaking from your entrance as he did so. you unfolded into his touch, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you, eager and so, so desperate.

too slowly for your liking, felix's cockhead enters you, sinking the rest of his length just as slowly into your sopping wet cunt. you cry out his name in the dark, so loudly that the air between the both of you could start a fire, catching on your red hot passion and igniting like the fireworks behind your eyes, in your veins and buried deep within your tender heart. your fingernails dig into his skin, trying to steady yourself as felix's cock buries into your fluttering, needy sex, as felix fucks the air out of your lungs, stretching you out so deliciously you see white spots in your vision. he was everything you dreamt about and beyond — he was so much better than your brain could ever imagine, he was so much better than your memory could ever recall.

you and he blur into each other, your skin sticking together and his cock buried so deep into you that it excited your whole being. felix pushed himself inside of you until he reached his hilt, greeting you with a burning, sharp and downright filthy sensation in your cunt, sizzling into your gut. your pelvis flush against his as your hips rutted against his length, eager to feel him fuck into you. you swear you hear ringing in your ears, eyes squeezing shut as to not overwhelm yourself. you moved like you were magnetic; when felix inched forward, you mirrored him, and when he rutted into you, you rutted right back, your hips meeting his as you chased the feeling you're sure you could get drunk on.

with every inch felix sank into your sex, you realised you had been craving this for weeks, months, years. as soon as felix stopped touching you, your body was trapped in an endless cycle of want; you wanted him so desperately that you despised him for not touching you, or laying next to you. and it was only now, two years later, were you finally being fed what you were starved for, and it tasted exquisite. you were tired of playing cat and mouse, tired of pretending you didn't fantasise about felix's touch, tired of pretending that night was a mistake, when it was actually one of the best decisions of your life, and now you were finally getting the opportunity to relax into felix, his touch like an electrifying poison. one that made all the thoughts swarming in your head melt into his name, one that made all your grudges and aspirations pause as you fully took all of him in. and you were intoxicated by his poison, by his sweet cruelty, so much so that your hands squeezed his skin, pushing felix into you as if you couldn't bear to part.

the sounds of your feverish, sensual moans collided with one another, each desperate sound louder than the other, melting into each other to create such a beautiful medley of sound. felix pulled most of his length out of you, taking that gloriously filling heat with him, and when he rolled his hips back into your cunt you let out such a loud whine sitting at the top of your throat that you nearly missed the vulgar squelch of your shared arousal being fucked back into you. when felix speaks your name, disguised as a primal groan from his mouth, he speaks it like a prayer, like he found a new religion in his throat, cradling it in-between your bodies like it would shatter any second.

you gasped when felix's girthy cock stretched you open at the same time his head rocked into your cervix, your cunt fluttering around his length as your thighs tensed wildly. "you're so perfect, fuck.." felix all but moaned, tightening the grip he had on your thigh, to which you rewarded with another needy, throaty whine. "y'think jisung could fuck you the way i do? hm?" he was rambling at this point, maddened by the feeling of your dripping sex greedily clenching his cock. one of your hands climbed his toned shoulder to the base of his neck, groping for a fistful of his ebony, silky hair as you clutched onto him for dear life, as he railed what felt like the breath out of you. a desperate, mindless cry tore from your lips when felix slapped your clit, puffy and slippery, your back arching off of the seat below you and into his middle. "i expect you to answer me when i talk, love."

was he not as mindless as you? was he not brimming on the edge of his orgasm? gathering as much strength as you possibly had left, you feebly hummed in agreement, "nobody can fuck me like you, felix. no one, especially not jisung," forming a full sentence was challenging, having to speak through your moans and cries and ignore the glorious pleasure felix hammered into you, again and again. his dark, lust-blown eyes glitter with pride and satisfaction, his orgasm gnawing at the fire in his gut. with every crazed, rhythmic slam of his hips into yours, your body trembles harder each time. "funny, how desperate he wanted to fuck you tonight," felix interrupts himself with a viciously loud groan, his head seemingly rolling off his shoulders entirely, "but instead the one making you feel this good is me." he hissed, free hand clinging onto the headrest to his left, knuckles turning white at the sheer force he used to grab onto the plush seat.

you agreed, nodding your head frantically, delirious and eager to please him. "just you, felix." you cried, thigh wrapping around his waist to cage him in, "only you," you added, softer, quieter, despite the strength felix used to mercilessly fuck into you. your entire body trembled, your cunt squeezing his filling cock as tightly as it could, head tipping back and fingernails clawing at felix's toned back, muscles pulled taut as he tensed with his own orgasm, your hands above his spine, arms wrapped desperately around him as if he was your anchor in a sea of raging storms. your blood was quick and insistent in your body, your heart quicker and frantic. it felt as if everything stopped for a moment, suspended in a time loop of a few seconds, the only thing cementing you to real life was felix. his panicked cry, the way his hips fiercely and furiously rutted into you as cruelly as his body could muster, until you couldn't tell where you stopped and he started.

he buried his teeth into the crook of your neck, winding inwards on himself as his heavy cock shot ropes of thick, scorching hot cum inside of you, so vehemently you thought you'd split in two, sobbing his name out like he would save you. you felt his cock throb from deep within you, and you felt the tremble of your torso as you struggled to accommodate any more of him. your orgasms came flooding out of your cunt, in the shape of a milky white ring that clung around the base of felix's cock like a halo. salt invaded your mouth, plaguing your tongue with your euphoric tears, tormented hands clutching felix so harshly you heard the wild groan escape his pink, sex-swollen lips. you lied there in unison, catching your breath and reluctant to part.

felix pulled out of you, slowly, all too aware of your tender, throbbing sex. he sat comfortably onto the seat, hand absentmindedly stroking your thigh to console you and coax you out of that post-orgasmic haze. once you gathered your bearings and stopped seeing stars in your vision, you carefully moved over to him, letting felix hold you so softly in his arms that you felt as fragile as he saw you. in the dark, you lay together, breathing and hearts beating slower with every thump in your chest, and it was more intimate than any second you spent fucking.

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torialefay · 10 days

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19 with Felix and he calls the reader “babygirl” and “angel”

Say It Right

✨ synopsis: daddy doesn't like it when you call him anything else.

✨ word count: ~1.2k

✨ warning: SMUT, minors dni!!! 🔞

• "oh fuck lixie," you breathed out as you felt felix insert a second finger into you, warming you up.

• you felt his breathing halt before bringing his fingers to a still inside you. he craned his neck down so that he was eye level with you.

• "ah ah ah," he breathed out. "say it right, and we can keep going." you felt his fingers twitch the slightest bit inside of you, sending a jolt up your spine. he smirked, daring you to make your next move.

• you clamped your mouth shut, teasing him before wiggling yourself a bit around him, trying to get some friction to keep yourself satisfied. it only pushed felix further.

• you saw the agitation on his face grow as he brought his fingers out of you entirely. "is this really how it's gonna be, angel? you're only making it harder on yourself." he looked down at you inquisitively.

• you knew it's what he wanted to hear. but you also knew that once you said it, it was game over. you wanted to linger on every last second you could get.

• "i think i'm making it a bit harder for you too," you giggled, running your hand along your body until you reached your own core. you gently glided your fingers over the top, trying to get some of the stimulation back. felix's eyes trailed the whole time, almost salivating at the image.

• "oh babygirl," he said in a deep voice, grabbing your thighs with both hands. "you look so fucking good like that. keep going." he reached his body down so that he could kiss you.

• but this wasn't a normal, sweet kiss that you'd become accustomed to. this was something different-something primal. felix was all but pulling you into his mouth. bite after bite and lick after lick. the sensation mixed with the stimulation to your clit had you moaning.

• "oh does that feel good? tell me how good it feels," he said lowly.

• "it feels so fucking good," you strained out, head pressing deep into your pillow.

• "go faster," he instructed, eyes full of lust.

• your head began to spin at the thought. "i can't... i can't," you managed to get out.

• "let me take over then baby. give in to me," felix half-asked, half-ordered.

• you soaked it all in for a few seconds, continuing the movements until your clit was throbbing harshly.

• "okay... okay, please," you breathed out. "please."

• "please what?" felix asked with a grin, running his hand down to lay just over top of yours.

• "please daddy... god please."

• "well, since you asked nicely," he smiled, goving you a kiss on the forehead before swatting your hand from your clit and replacing it with his own.

• he quickly settled into the same pace you'd had. he knew exactly how you liked it.

• your hips began to buck up into him as he started going harder and faster, flicking his wrist each time. you couldn't help the lewd moans flowing out of you as he kept bringing you closer and closer.

• felix smiled ear to ear. "feels good, angel?" he asked cockily.

• "yes daddy," was all you could strain out.

• "mmm good girl. i think it could feel a bit better though, couldn't it?" he asked before quickly removing his hand from you. your eyes shot open as you winced at the sudden removal of stimulation.

• "ahh here we go," felix said, stroking his cock a couple of times before lining it up at your entrance. he swiveled the tip around slightly, letting himself get covered by how wet you were for him.

• "ready babygirl?" he asked before slowly inserting himself in.

• you let out a low groan at the way he felt while stretching you out. every nerve ending inside of you was lit up and this was the ksot delicious pressure you'd ever tasted.

• "oh fuck," you hiccuped as felix bottomed out inside of you.

• "mmm there we go," he said with a grunt. "you're doing so good," he praised as he slowly dragged himself back out and then inside of you again. "so fucking pretty for me," he added, watching the way your face scrunched up with his thrusts.

• you let yourself get lost in the sensation as felix began to pick up speed inside of you. you were almost in a hypnotic state as the rut of his hips started to even out.

• "want daddy to help you finish?" he groaned, panting heavily.

• "yes... yes daddy," you responded, throwing your head back and bracing yourself.

• felix's hand found its way back to your clit and steadied on the same circle it had previously. but he was relentless now, pressing harder and harder, going quicker and quicker until you thought you wouldn't be able to handle it.

• "oh fuck, oh fuck," you yelled, trying to keep yourself together as felix pounded his hips into you relentlessly all the while.

• you lost your breath as you heard him moan out from the pleasure. you clenched around him and pushed your hips down into him as much as possible. you needed all of him, but it was quickly becoming too much.

• you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. your toes began to feel tingly and your head began to feel light.

• felix noticed your slight shift. "is my babygirl gonna cum for me?" he teased.

• barely able to comprehend his question, you shut your eyes tight. "yes daddy, oh fuck," your breath hitched again. this was it. your toes began to curl as your mouth instinctively opened, ready to call out.

• "cum for daddy. cum for me right fucking now. right now baby, give it everything you've got," he demanded, pressing his hand onto you as deep as it could go and thrusting himself as far as he could reach. as if you were already over the edge.

• you felt it as the heat from your clit suddenly shot out of you. "fuck daddy, fuck fuck fuck fuck," the warm, tingly feeling running all throughout you, up into your head and making your body twitch.

• reflexively, your mouth started spewing out the only words that felt right. "don't stop, don't stop." your mind went blank as you contorted yourself around felix, riding out the high for as long as you could.

• "gonna make me cum inside of you babygirl," he warned, straining through his breath trying to keep himself from coming undone.

• you said nothing, just moved your hands to his hips to bring him closer to you, holding him down into you. he got the hint.

• a few more deep strokes and he was cursing under his breath. "oh fuck... shit... shit babygirl i'm gonna cum. you feel so fucking good."

• you were so fucked out, you could barely make out what he said. all you knew was that it felt good.

• "ah shit. fuck i'm cumming. i'm cumming. ahhhh fuck," he growled, ramming himself into you a few final times.

• once he'd finished, he slowed himself to a stop before pulling out from you.

• he laid down for a moment, sweaty but content to be lying next to you.

• "thank you baby," he breathed out. "you did so good for me." he leaned in and planted a soft kiss.

• "you did good too daddy," you teased as you nudged into him.

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hyunverse · 1 year

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6:32pm — lee felix.

fluff. short drabble.

contains making out session. felix calls reader “sugar.”

the sigh at the tip of your tongue turns into a “huh,” the moment you unlock the door to your abode.

felix stands on a ladder, placed right under a light. a small pencil sits on his ear as he places the light bulb, a little of his tongue peeking through the side of his lips from outmost focus. it’s a rare sight, truly — it’s no wonder you wind up staring at him, bewildered.

“lixie,” you speak, hanging your handbag on the coat rack, “what’s going on?”

he looks at you, raised eyebrow and shiny eyes expressing his joy, “oh, sugar! ‘m changing the light bulb! the white light is too glaring, so i changed it to a yellow one. now the house looks more homey — and romantic.” he states, wiggling his eyebrows.

right.

you chuckle, “but don’t we have the handyman for this, my angel? and what’s up with the pencil on your ear, hmm?”

“right, this,” his pointer grazes the pencil, “just thought it looks cool. makes me look like handy manny. cool, right?”

you nod, as if it does make sense, “yeah, cool. . .”

after a while, felix finally steps down from the ladder, the old light bulb in one hand. he approaches you to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, smiling from ear to ear.

“welcome home, sugar. d’you like the new lighting?”

“i do,” you look up to the light, “thank you, my love.”

“mm,” he hums, stealing a kiss from you.

the two of you spare a little time kissing, the old bulb abandoned on the floor as his hands are busied with your thighs. felix’s head tilts to deepen the kiss, taking his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. if it wasn’t for the human need to breathe, you would’ve stayed like that for hours.

“there’s tiramisu in the fridge,” felix mutters after parting his lips from yours. “i made them for you.”

your eyes lighten, “really?”

excitedly, you head to the kitchen, legs practically skipping. the sight of the man’s tiramisu is mouth-watering — the taste even more.

“like it?” the brunette questions, standing in between your legs as you sit on the counter.

“love it,” you reply, mouth full with the dessert, “this is heaven, lix.”

he smiles from ear to ear, humming in delight when you feed him a spoonful. not to flatter his own ego, but the tiramisu did turn out great. felix feels proud — making a mental note to star the recipe in his notes app, maybe put it under a folder called “sugar’s favourites.”

“you know,” you speak once you’re done savouring the dessert, placing the plate down and taking felix’s small hands in yours, “coming home to all of this today makes me feel like you should give up on idol life and become a househusband instead.”

a fit of laughters leave felix’s lips — a melody that you wish to hear every single day of your life, “you think so, sugar?”

“mm, no joke,” you answer. he chuckles, placing his chin on your thigh. your hand moves at it’s own accord, tangling your fingers in his brown hair.

“‘s a tempting offer, won’t lie, sugar. what do i get in return, though?”

you jump down from the counter to stand before him, entangling both hands in his hair now. he looks beautiful under the kitchen light — brown hair messy and plump lips kissable as ever. one hand moves down to his belt loop to pull him over to you, and you kiss him feverishly.

satisfied hums elicits from his lips as he savours the kiss, your lips and tongue having a coffee aftertaste to them. his hands are everywhere on your body, nails digging into every inch of exposed skin.

this time, you’re the one to break your kiss in order to catch your breath. after placing a kiss on his nose, you press your forehead against his.

“convincing enough?”

he grins playfully, “perhaps i need just a little more.”

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miniversse · 6 days

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⭑ “topline” ⭑

⭑ hyunchan x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol hyunchan, non-idol reader, mafia setting, established relationship, unprotected sex, releasing, oral (m reciving), use of pet names (princess, channie, hyunie), mentions of killing (no graphic descriptions), mentions of drinking

⭑ note: red lights duo who’s shocked? with topline reference? i couldn’t think of a better title tbh but i hope you enjoy it!

⭑ minors dni

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it was quiet and the only sound to be heard was the exchange of kisses between you and chan. everyone had went home and the lights were off, only the traffic and street signs illuminating his massive office that smelt of rich whiskey and love.

“am i interrupting something?” hyunjins voice pierced the moment and both your hearts dropped before turning to see his face, sighing in relief. he walks to your body which cradled chans lap, placing his hand below your chin and caressing it.

“he’s coming in a few to see us” hyunjins raspy voice spoke and chan looked back at you, nodding his head in response. you struggled to not stare at the muscles peeking through his black and hardly buttoned shirt while he spoke.

“tell him to not bring anyone or he’s dead on the spot” chans voice and thick accent was enough to grow the wet spot between your legs, but you felt it wouldn’t be the right time to address it now. you turn to face hyunjin and you let your back rest on chans chest, grabbing hyunjin by his coat and taking him in for a kiss.

his lips took you in whole, tongues curling inside one another’s mouths. shameless whimpers escape as chan brings his fingers between your thighs, delicately massaging your hot skin. his lips come to your ear and he brushes your shell before whispering.

“ye don’t let that bastard touch you, ok?”

“he loves pretty young girls like you but he’s a fucking old rag” hyunjin echoes chans thoughts to you, tracing his lips down to your collarbone and marking you as his territory. all you could do was nod and try not to squirm between the tension of both of them.

“it hurts” waves of pleasure crashed and died down inside of you, and you need any- or both- of them to bring you to your orgasm.

“what hurts baby?”

“where you’re touching me channie. more, please”

he pushes hyunjin by the chest and brings you to bend over his desk with no notice, riding your dress up to admire your wet underwear. his fingers play with your hair while hyunjin pours a glass of whiskey and sits across to have a perfect view of your face.

“leave some for me” he laughs and gazes into your eyes, storing every facial expression of yours into his mind.

chan teases your entrance, his tip warming your exposed pussy. he clenches tight on your waist and pushes slowly and deeply inside of you, mouth gaping open at the feeling of your tight hole clenching around him. the air was filled with your whimpers as he picked up his pace, fingers moving under your dress and grabbing at your nipples. hyunjins eyes gazed at you from above his glass, his dick hardening at the sight of chan fucking you crazy.

“channie, channie more” his speed was unmatched to anything you’ve felt before and the sound of your skin clashing with his filled the air. his dick reached spots that made your back arch into him and your eyes fill with tears of pleasure.

“c’mere princess” hyunjin reached over the desk to grab your face, planting harsh and hungry kisses that accompanied chans thrusts. your thoughts were fuzzy and your moans were raspy, turning into desperate and loud whimpers. chan brought his chest down, grabbing your face from hyunjin to place groanful kisses into. his dick jerked inside of you, and you knew he was near.

his cum coats your throbbing walls and your orgasm crashes down on you, your head falling on the desk and broken moans falling silent. you’re brought back to your senses with hyunjins warm touch, his nails slightly scratching your back.

“we have some more time princess, it’s my turn” chan pulls out of you and the mixture of your releases drips down your thighs and onto the floor. he didn’t dress himself again but rather moved you to sit on the desk, his red and shiny dick facing you, pulsating with neediness for more.

“you can’t get enough can’t you?” he nods to hyunjins observation, too busy admiring the way hyunjin rubbed your inner thighs and brought his fingers to his tongue, licking clean the mixture of you and chans release.

“can you handle more princess?”

“yes” you’re voice was quiet and raspy, still healing from the pleasureful moans. you hear him unzip his trousers and his belt clashing on the wooden floor. you turn to him, teasing his hard member through his underwear and stroking it. your fingers hook the hem of his underwear and you bring them down, his long and eager dick waiting for you. his head falls back and he lets out a sigh as your fingers wrap him, moving back and forth until he grabs your wrist and turns you, slamming your chest down between chans thighs.

chan tuts at hyunjin, this time being the observer. “don’t hurt her” he spoke with a calm and smooth tone while he flicks through the stacks of cash he prepared, whispering his counts.

hyunjin moved faster than chan since it wouldn’t hurt you this time, quickly picking up his pace as he wrapped his arm around your stomach, letting his torso shield your marked back. hyunjin felt different inside of you, he was more hungry and harsh compared to chans intimate and fast thrusts. hyunjin was also less of a moaner and more of a speaker every chance he got.

“good girl, take daddy’s dick. it’s worth billions” his words were always near inaudible through his heavy pants. your pussy closed tighter on his long and filling dick, throbbing against it. your gaping mouth was soon filled with chans hard dick, sucking and trailing every protruding vein on his length. your mouth kept slamming further into him with every thrust from hyunjin, causing you to choke frequently. chans fingers ran through your hair, massaging your scalp and moving the hairs that stuck to your sweaty face.

“are you gonna come princess? i feel it” your body was giving in, you couldn’t move your mouth around chan anymore and your legs grew heavy and numb. chan stroked himself into your mouth until his fluids filled your mouth, peeking from the corners of your mouth.

“hyunjin, i can’t” tears stream down your face as you collapse onto chans legs, hyunjins cum filling you. you couldn’t feel if you reached your orgasm or not because of the overstimulation in your body, but you couldn’t feel any better now.

“let’s clean you up hm?” chan brings your body to the couch again, cleaning your face and legs with paper towels and bringing your dress back on your drained body. hyunjin sits beside you, taking you to his lap and drawing circles on your inner thigh, soothing the pain. a harsh knock at the door brings chan to his legs.

“what’s this man here for hyunie?” his fingers move to your hair, bringing it back to a tame style.

“he’s some bastard who promised to pay us months ago. you either see him walk out the door or in a pool of blood”

you gasp at his response, making eye contact with a rich looking man who’s surely in his 60s. hyunjin brings his mouth close to your ear, maintaining his gaze with the man.

“and it’s up to you princess”

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fleurhcss · 19 days

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ CHAINED UP ! Felix Imagine !

[ SMUT ]

You and your friend Felix had never argued before, he was a very sweet guy and you loved the way he treated and cared for you. Too bad something had changed that day. You had deliberately provoked him, and you were sure he understood, for his gaze was anything but the friendly and affectionate one it was every day when he was in your company. You had cuddled for a while on the couch in your house before going out to dinner together. A dinner that took a different turn than you had imagined. You had never seen Felix jealous of you in these months, in fact you had never even given him the chance to be jealous, being loyal to him and not prone to who knows what conversations with other guys. And it was this, perhaps somewhat unhealthy, idea that had prompted you to make a pass at the waiter to see what your boyfriend's reaction would be.

The response had been a bloodshot and unfriendly look at the man serving you at the table. You wanted to ease the tension, so it was not more than a few minutes before you took off your shoe and placed your foot against his intimacy, beginning to rub against the flap of his trousers. She almost choked on the piece of lettuce she was swallowing. "Y/N, what are you doing? Wasn't it enough for you to hit on the guy?" He said, clearly annoyed. But your game had only just begun. You giggled and then continued rubbing while you ate your pasta in silence. The waiter then came over to ask if everything was all right, and you had flirtatiously replied a yes, only to turn your attention to your friend, who was obviously annoyed with you. He took your foot and squeezed it between his fingers, making you moan. He suddenly blushed and put his hands to his face - "Y/N enough, you're pissing me off, I won't take responsibility for my actions if you keep this up". He told you very seriously.

Too bad you still wanted to play.

"Oops," you whispered and then brought your other foot to massage the flap of his trousers. He let go of your foot and stood up abruptly, then dragged you to the cash register so he could pay the bill and get you out of there, then grabbed you by the neck and kissed you roughly after slamming you against the wall. This was a new side of Felix for you; you had never seen him so rough and possessive of you. Perhaps the bedroom would see some good things that night.

And you weren't far wrong, because as soon as you got home he threw you on the bed, tore off your clothes and then did the same to himself. "You want to play princess, let's play then," he sneered, then pounced on your lips and bit them hungrily. He cupped your breasts in his hands and it came naturally to you to put a hand in his blond long hair and squeeze it tightly. Too bad Felix had other plans. He pulled away from you, licked his lips and then rummaged through the cupboard, pulling out chains that left you open-mouthed, not expecting him to like such things. When he approached you with an almost evil grin, you began to worry a little. He climbed astride you, towering over you, and tied your wrists to the sides of the headboard. But that was not the most surprising thing, as he also pulled out another unexpected object.

A vibrator was in your boyfriend's hands and with a grin he activated it to full power and aimed it at your clit. You had your lips half closed as you let out a cry of pleasure, having this power directed at your intimacy was not going to lead to anything good, you didn't know how long you would last in this state.

In the meantime, while you were a moaning mess, Felix began to bite your nipples, lowering himself on your breasts, teasing them to provoke you even more. He was angry and you could feel it; he couldn't bear to see you flirting with others because you were his. And no one could have you but him. His bites moved all over your body, as did the vibrator that began to make its way between your now wet walls, spreading them wide so he could enter you. And when only the tip was inside your orifice, another screaming moan left your lips. "So who is it that makes you come so much, mh? Me or that asshole waiter, Princess?" He whispered in your ear before biting down and shoving the vibrator all the way into you. Oh yes, that made you moan, clutching his forearms and screaming his name. The only one you wanted to fuck. The only one you wanted to photograph you into unconsciousness. "F-Felix! I can't resist, it's too much, I'm cumming any minute!"

But once again Felix had other plans for you.

The vibrator came out of you, denying you an orgasm as you cried out in pleasure, looking for something to rub against. "Did it seem so easy to you, princess? Argh no, now like the good whore you are you're praying for this orgasm, you're praying because you want my cock and nothing else, aren't you baby?" He giggled, squeezing your neck in a way that made you almost gasp for breath. But you liked it, you loved seeing this Felix. "Please..fuck..me," you said breathlessly, lifting your pelvis in search of contact. And with a grin, the blond man crashed inside your walls and began to fuck you at an almost inhuman speed. You had never seen him so animalistic with you and you had to admit that you liked it, a lot. Your voice was broken by moans, you couldn't say anything, you couldn't concentrate on anything but his cock going in and out of you. "My good whore took me so well, so warm, so tight, even though I fucked you with the vibrator." He moaned inside you.

But this time you were sure that the orgasm would not deny you, he began to move more intensely until he released himself inside you with a moan, continuing to move despite the fact that you had also released yourself after a long unconnected moan. But he didn't care, he wanted to continue and he was over-stimulating you. "Fucking Felix, I'm going to cum again," you whispered. And he grinned, grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, spread your buttocks and the walls with his hands, sank into you even harder, then came again, watching his cum dripping out of you.

"Fuck, Princess, you are all mine." He whispered as he collapsed on top of you. "All mine." This made you smile, for although he had fucked you wildly up to that point, he remained the sweet boy he had always been, who had always taken care of you. He picked you up and then took you into a hot bath together, gently caring for you before changing the sheets and tucking you into bed, hugging you and covering your naked bodies in the moonlight. "That was great, Fefi." You smiled at the little nickname you liked to give him. "Definitely, but please don't hit on anyone else." He giggled and you responded with a sweet, long kiss on his lips.

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blueberrylixie · 8 months

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cherry pie

lee felix x fem! reader

word count: 9,453

content warnings: dom!felix (sort of? he's not that dom lol), power bottom reader, pet names (baby, babe), oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal penetration, pussy job (barely tho), fingering, overstimulation, voice kink, smell kink, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie (use protection kids!),

let me know if i missed anything, this one-shot really isn't that kinky tbh but i tend to miss stuff lol

Mundane. If Felix could describe his life in one word, that would be it.

Everyday was the same. He woke up to his blaring alarm (because he'd just fall back asleep if it wasn't), took a burning hot shower, and ate the same breakfast before taking the bus to his work, where he just filled out paperwork and made spreadsheets all day. Then, he came home, ordered takeout, and fell asleep. Over and over and over again.

That was, until you came into his life.

He had just gotten off the bus, and was walking back to his apartment. The bus had been twenty minutes late, and he'd gotten caught in a random rain shower, so his briefcase and suit were soaked through. He held back a yawn as he pushed open the door to the front lobby.

Felix prayed he wouldn't run into his landlord. It wasn't that she was mean persay, but she was very uptight about the rules, and liked to grill him about the condition of his apartment. He didn't think he could go another minute without throwing on his pajama pants and lounging on the couch watching Netflix.

He hopped into the elevator, and hit the button labeled "3". The complex was five floors. He didn't mind being right in the middle. The neighbors above him had dogs, and he was occasionally woken up in the middle of the night by their barking, but other than that, it was peaceful. He felt lucky for that, at least.

He stepped out onto the third level, trying to pull the key out of his pocket to let himself inside. They'd gotten stuck on a loose string, and he tried in vain to tug it loose without ruining his pants.

"Ah! Son of a bitch!"

Felix looked up, abandoning the struggle with his keys in an instant.

There you were, attempting to heave an entire queen-sized mattress through the narrow hallway, all by yourself. It had gotten stuck on the door handle of an apartment about five down from his.

Donning a pair of earth-green leggings (an image that would forever be burned into his mind) paired with a black skin-tight tank top, every one of your perfect curves was on display. As you wiped a droplet of sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, he couldn't help but stare.

Everything, from your luscious thighs, completely covered in that buttery material, to your toned yet curvy stomach and hips and your slightly flushed cheeks, which seemed to only glow with sweat, was stunning.

You grinned over at him, standing up for a moment to wipe your hands on your pants. "Don't mind me," you said with a laugh, one of your hips popped to the side as you looked him up and down.

A completely unwarranted image of you underneath him, your face just as flushed and beautiful just as it was now. Only it was screwed up in a look of pure pleasure, as he thrusted in and out of you. You clutched at the sheets, letting out little moans, begging him to go harder.

"You gonna help, or just keep staring at me?"

Felix instantly snapped out of his fantasy, his face instantly heating up. Jesus, what the hell was wrong with him? He hadn't even talked to you yet, and was already thinking the dirtiest thoughts imaginable. That was beyond wrong. He must be a total creep. On top of that, what if you were an awful person, or had bad manners? Or maybe you had an annoying laugh or smelled bad. Yes, he shouldn't be jumping to conclusions.

But as much as he wanted to believe that himself, he couldn't hide the uncomfortable strain of the zipper on his pants. He needed to get inside his apartment right now so you couldn't see. You would definitely think he was some kind of sicko if you found out what he was thinking.

"Oh! Of course, sorry!" Felix nearly tripped over his own feet to help you, his briefcase forgotten by the elevator.

You shot him a devastatingly devious grin. "I'm just messing with you, this is really no big deal. I wouldn't expect a busy guy like you to help me out."

"I want to help," Felix found himself assuring you, covering the lower half of his body with the mattress as he picked up one end. "Which apartment is yours?"

"Number 313," you replied, glancing down at the sheet of paper you'd managed to balance on the top of the mattress.

"Looks like we're neighbors," Felix replied, barking out a laugh. His heart started to race. What were the odds you were moving in right next door?

You beamed at him, and he felt his blood rush south again. Dammit, what was wrong with him? He wasn't usually the type of guy to get riled up this easily. But with you, this was already the second time in less than ten minutes. Get a fucking grip. He ordered himself once again.

"I really like this complex, it feels so homey," you said, attempting to grab the other end of the mattress. "Miss Haneul sure is a little... talkative, isn't she?"

Felix chuckled, caught off guard by your comment. "Yeah, she definitely likes a good conversation, especially if it's about the apartment rules."

"Yes!" You giggled, hefting the mattress into your arms and starting to walk backwards towards your door. "When I told her I didn't have any pets, it was like she thought I was hiding a dog under my shirt."

Felix nodded, trying not to focus on the way you looked when you squatted down to pick the mattress up. Was everything you did attractive?

"She doesn't really trust anyone," Felix agreed, as the two of you finally stopped outside your apartment. "But don't let her get to you, she likes to threaten every tenant here. It doesn't mean anything, she's never kicked anyone out."

You laughed, and it was like a symphony to his ears. He decided his new goal in life was getting you to make that sound as often as possible, because it made him so happy. The happiest he'd been in months.

"I'll keep that in mind when I bring my dog here next week," you joked. "For real, do you think she'd be pissed if I got one? I've always wanted a pet!"

"She may have a heart attack, but she'll get over it," Felix joked back.

You smiled, taking your key out and unlocking the door before starting to shove the mattress through.

"Thank you for your help!" You said, gazing at him with sparkling eyes. "It means a lot, you taking the time to help a complete stranger. But I bet you're really tired. I can do the rest."

"I'm really not too tired, and I don't mind helping," Felix said. "Besides, we're not really strangers. We're neighbors now, right?"

You laughed and nodded. "You're right! What's your name, neighbor?"

"I'm Felix," he said, embarrassed that he hadn't even introduced himself yet.

You smiled, extending your hand and telling him your name. It was beautiful, he thought to himself as he repeated your name over and over in his head.

And he found that he wasn't lying. His exhaustion had completely vanished. On the ride up here, he'd wanted nothing more than to chill on the couch and watch tv with a bowl of ramen. But now, he felt like he could throw a party, maybe run a few miles, even stay up all night. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so energized.

"If you're gonna offer, then I wouldn't mind the help," you agreed, tugging the mattress through the door to let him inside.

Your apartment was the mirror image of his. The kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom were all on the same wall as his, with the living room on the opposite side. He found himself wondering how you would decorate the place, what home looked like to you.

After the two of you got the mattress into the bedroom, you lie down on it, letting your legs and arms sprawl out.

Giving a huge sigh of relief, you smiled up at him once more. Seeing you lying on the bed like that, an image of his earlier delusions flashed through his mind, and he gulped. It was almost like you were trying to tease him.

"Are you leaving your bed on the floor?" Felix asked you, trying to banish the dirty thoughts.

You shook your head, your hair fanning out around you. "No, my... boyfriend bought me a headboard and bed frame, but it hasn't come in yet. Actually, most of my stuff hasn't arrived. The mattress was the last thing I have right now."

So you had a boyfriend.

Of course you did. Someone as stunning, nice, and funny as you wouldn't be single.

Felix tried not to let himself feel disappointed. He'd just met you. It would be weird for him to care so much.

He should leave.

Just then, you motioned to him, patting the bed. "Since we're neighbors, you should already feel at home, right? My apartment is the same as yours."

Leave! Leave! Leave! His brain chanted, attempting to steer him towards the door.

But being your friend was better than nothing, right?

Ignoring his sensible side, Felix sat down next to you. As he did so, he was immediately wreathed in the scent of something warm and sweet. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it made his stomach flip. He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Here, getting to know you.

Even if he couldn't be with you, he could be near you.

The two of you spent the next hour talking and laughing, learning about one another.

You were a yoga instructor at a new studio down the block. This was your first instructing job since you passed the course a month ago, and you were nervous to start your practice. You didn't think anyone would show up. He assured you it would work out. He didn't tell you, but he could tell just from your energy that you cared. He would make sure you succeeded.

You were very interested in him. You wanted to know everything. What his interests were. Did he have any close friends? What did he do for a living? He felt embarrassed that his job was so boring compared to yours, but you didn't seem to care. But it was when he mentioned that he liked to bake that your eyes lit up.

"I wish I could bake! Ever since I burned a batch of chocolate chip cookies, my boyfriend won't let me back in the kitchen. He says I'm a hazard," you ducked your head at that, looking sad for the first time since he'd met you.

"I could teach you," Felix offered before he could stop himself. He needed to control himself, shouldn't be inserting himself into your life in this way. But he felt a compulsive need to be something to you that no one else - especially your boyfriend - could. He found himself wanting to be someone for you, no matter how small.

You beamed at him and nodded, bouncing up and down on the bed a little. "I would love that! But be warned, I'm a major beginner. You might need to invest in some new pans after I'm done."

Before Felix knew it, it was getting dark outside, and when you stood up to turn on the bedroom light, he stood too.

"I should probably go," he said, not wanting to intrude any longer. "I have to eat dinner, and I've got work tomorrow."

You nodded in understanding. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't know! I bet you were bored out of your mind tonight."

You led him to the door, that delicious scent wafting after you like a pastry. He took a deep breath, not wanting to forget that smell. Your smell.

"Thanks for keeping me company tonight," you looked down at your feet, which were covered in purple cat-print socks. Felix couldn't help but find that adorable, storing that information away in a compartment of his brain now made specifically for you. "I-I don't have a lot of friends, so it was nice to spend time with someone so nice."

Your cheeks dusted with pink, you reached your arms out like you were going to give him a hug.

Felix froze as your arms circled around his waist. He could feel your chest pressing against him, and he had to fight to control his arousal. He would rather die than let you know how he felt about you, this early into your relationship.

He slowly put his arms around you too, feeling your small shape meld perfectly with his. His chest felt tight as he fought the growing attraction he felt towards you. You fit so well against him.

As Felix walked the few feet to his own apartment, he couldn't stop smiling. His cheeks hurt from the new sensation. He couldn't remember when he'd last spent so much time with someone else who wasn't his coworkers. It felt good.

As he lie alone in bed, thoughts of you invaded his mind. And not for the first time that night. In fact, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since he left your apartment.

He'd never met someone that he connected with in the same way as you. The chemistry was instantaneous. You were kind, funny, and passionate. And what was more, you were actually interested in him and his life, too. He wasn't anything special. But you made him feel like he could be.

And holy hell, you were gorgeous. Naturally, that was the first thing he'd noticed about you. Your petite, curvy figure paired with that bright, optimistic smile was now imprinted on his mind. No wonder you were taken.

He should stop thinking about you like that. Just letting you infiltrate his mind was getting his hopes up in a way he shouldn't. He barely knew you. Plus, he had impossibly high standards when it came to dating. You'd probably do something that turned him off, and that would be the end of it.

But those godforsaken leggings. They hugged you in just the right places, your tight, round ass bouncing just slightly as you bent down to pick up the mattress, your perky breasts pressed up against the black fabric of your tank top. That bright grin you sent his way whenever he said something even remotely funny.

Fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase the memories that threatened to overtake him. His hard cock pressed against the front of his boxers, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop it.

Maybe I just need to jerk off. Felix thought, raking a hand through his already sweaty hair. Let off some steam.

It had been a long time since he'd masturbated, let alone had sex with anyone. Work took up so much of his time nowadays, he never went out. And by the time he got home, he was so exhausted, he usually just ate dinner and passed out.

Yeah, that must be it. Just jerk off, go to sleep, and feel better in the morning.

Felix slid a tentative hand into his boxers, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock. Letting out a hiss, a mix of pain and pleasure, he began to stroke himself up and down.

Starting off slow, he tried to keep his mind off of you. But inevitably, his mind kept wandering back, to the way your tits bounced as you jumped onto the bed, the intoxicating smell of you when you hugged him goodbye, the way your chest pressed against him...

As he started jerking himself harder, those memories quickly morphed into fantasy. You sitting on his cock, bouncing up and down, moaning his name, squeezing those perfect breasts as you begged him to go deeper, move faster.

He thrusted into his hand, imagining he was hammering into your wet cunt as your moans turned into incoherent whimpers.

"Felix!" He could practically hear you gasp.

"Fuck," Felix bit out through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice down. He imagined how tight you would be, squeezing him in just the right way.

"Please, go faster," you'd whine, and he would reach up to play with your tits as you cried out in pleasure.

Felix's breaths came in short, labored gasps as he thrusted harder and harder, the image of your moans turning to whimpers as you neared the top of the cliff.

"I-I think I'm close Lix," you'd pant, pressing your hands against his sweat-covered chest as your entire body shuddered above him.

Felix opened his mouth to say something, but only a loud moan escaped. "Baby, baby," he growled, fucking upwards like his life depended on it. "Shit, I'm gonna-"

He thrusted a few more times, his hips moving in stuttered jerks, before spurts of white liquid stained the front of his boxers, and he fell back onto the bed, gasping like he'd run the length of a football field.

He changed his boxers, before collapsing back down, exhausted, and passing out.

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Three weeks came and went. Felix continued to work at the same place, eat breakfast at the same time, and fall asleep alone in his apartment.

But now you were right here, next door. Things were somehow exactly the same, yet completely different with you around. You'd invited him over about a dozen times since your first meeting. You'd tried your hand at cooking that first day, which ended up with the oven nearly exploding, and only a charred casserole to show for it. After that, Felix had brought you over to his place for dinner, or you'd ordered in. You were a huge tv show buff, forcing him to watch a bunch of Korean survival shows with you. While they wouldn't usually be his cup of tea, he found himself enjoying them. Anything with you was fun. His life felt a thousand times fuller with you in it.

He had given up hope a long time ago of ever being with you. He just wanted to be around you, be in your presence. Make you laugh or smile, and if being your friend was the only way he could accomplish that, then so be it.

Felix would never tell you about what he did that first night after he met you. Or rather, what he'd done every night since then, with his hand wrapped around his cock, growling your name under his breath as he thought of you in every filthy position imaginable.

They were just fantasies. And that was all they'd be. And he was okay with that.

One day, almost exactly three weeks since you'd moved in, Felix was baking a cherry pie. It was the weekend, and seeing as he never had plans on the weekend, he'd decided he wanted to try his hand at baking. It had been awhile since he'd baked anything, but he was feeling in an especially good mood. Yesterday, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder during the finale of one of your favorite shows. He could still feel your rhythmic breaths against his neck as he stared at the tv, trying not to look down at you.

He'd thought about that all night, as he pleasured himself to what at this point had become an alternate version of you. A parallel universe in which you were single, and interested in him.

Now, he was mixing together the dry ingredients for the pie crust before he could mix it together and put the filling inside. He'd forgotten just how much baking calmed him down.

But right as he had placed the dough in the pie plate, there was a knock at the door.

After he recovered from the near heart attack the loud noise gave him, he hurried over and pulled the door open.

You stood there, wearing a pair of brown sweatpants and a plain white cropped tank top. He gaped at you, for a second unsure of what to say.

"H-hi," you said, your voice wavering for a moment. It was then that he saw how red your eyes were. Had you been crying?

"Are you okay?" He blurted. He'd never seen you look even remotely upset. The saddest he'd ever seen you was when your favorite idol from one of your survival shows got eliminated. But he'd never seen you cry. He decided he hated it. He definitely wasn't a violent person, but he wanted to punch whoever made you feel like this.

You nodded, trying to smile. But your lip wobbled as you did so, and he swore he would break down every door in this complex to figure out who the hell was responsible.

"C-can I come in?" You asked, peering inside his apartment nervously. "If you're busy, I can go."

He shook his head, immediately letting you inside.

You walked into the kitchen, rubbing your arms with your hands like you were a stranger, despite having been in his apartment multiple times.

You stopped and smelled the air. "Are you baking?" You asked, sounding like your normal self for the first time that day.

He nodded. "Cherry pie. I thought it could be fun, since I haven't baked in forever."

Your eyes brightened slightly. "When we first met, you said you'd teach me how to bake."

"You're right, I did," Felix chuckled. "I can't believe you remember that."

"I remember everything from the day we met."

You stared at him boldly, the remnants of tears starting to dry on your cheeks, leaving only a slight shimmer behind. He stared back, unable to look away. There had always been something alluring about your eyes. It was like you were trying to hypnotize him.

"R-right," Felix cleared his throat. "Well, I could teach you today, if you'd like."

You smiled, coming to stand next to him. You were close, too close.

He tried to subtly move away. Being that close to you was still intoxicating.

You were taken, he had to stay hands-off. And that was near impossible with your soft skin brushing against him.

"No one has ever wanted to teach me anything before," you said, staring at the pie plate with the unbaked crust sitting inside it.

"What about your boyfriend?" Felix asked. "Why did he give up so quickly?"

"He's uhh..." you paused, eyes laser-focused on the pie. "He's not my boyfriend anymore."

Silence fell over the two of you. Felix's mouth was so dry, he couldn't say anything even if he wanted to. Should he console you? Tell you "good riddance, that guy sucked anyway"? They both sounded grossly inappropriate.

"So, what do we do next?" You interrupted his thoughts, pointing at the pie.

"Oh!" Felix hurried back over to you, nearly slipping in his socks. "We take the cherry pie filling and put it in the crust, then we do a lattice pattern over the top with the leftover dough."

"Cherry pie is my favorite," you commented, poking a finger into the filling and tasting it. "That's sooo good! Did you make it yourself?"

If it was anyone else, Felix would have given them major side-eye for eating cherry filling with their hands like that. But this was you. His heart squeezed and his face heated up from the praise.

"Y-yeah, it's really not that hard," he scratched the back of his neck, trying to hide his blush.

You smiled up at him, dipping your finger back in and putting it in front of his face, like you wanted him to try.

He stared back at you, dumbfounded. Did you really want him to eat off your finger?

He guessed he must have stared at you for too long, because you shrugged and retracted your finger, before eating it yourself. He caught his breath, trying to calm his hammering heartbeat. Jesus, what were you doing to him?

"Fine, you wanna feed me instead?" You asked, the hint of a smirk appearing on your mischievous face. You held the bowl out to him.

You'd done cheeky things like this before, to the point that he wasn't sure if you were playing with him or not. Since you had a boyfriend, he'd just assumed you were a naturally flirty person.

Now that he thought about it, this wasn't the first time you'd come over with especially red eyes. He knew you didn't smoke or do drugs, and you usually played it off, saying it was allergies or something, so he'd just ignored it. But maybe this wasn't the first time you'd had boyfriend problems.

And now you were single - you'd just said it a couple minutes ago.

Maybe it was okay to hope again. He sure as hell wanted that. Because if he was being honest with himself, he'd never really stopped.

So he dipped his finger into the bowl, hygiene be damned, and offered you a taste.

You leaned forward and captured his finger between your lips. You sucked lightly on his fingertip, swirling your tongue along the surface of his skin, removing all the fruity syrup. When you released him and stepped back, an even more obvious smirk painted your stunning face.

Felix's heartbeat raced so hard he wondered if he was going to pass out. That had to have been on purpose. You were flirting with him.

And of course, it was working. His cock, which had been more active in the past three weeks than it had in his entire life, hardened instantly. The sensation of your wet tongue against his skin brought all of those dirty thoughts that constantly simmered in the back of his mind come exploding to the forefront. All he wanted to do was bend you over this counter and-

"Can I put the cherry filling in the crust now?" You asked, nodding at the bowl still in your hands.

"Uh- we have to um... yeah, put the filling in," Felix blustered, taking the bowl from you. That expression on your face as you looked him over, as if you knew exactly what he was thinking.

The two of you spent the rest of the day baking not one, but two cherry pies. He demanded that you take one home, and just bring the pie plate back when you were done. He hoped the gesture would remind you of him. And, even better, it gave him an excuse to see you, soon.

"If you're sure!" You held the pie in your right hand as you walked towards the door, your cheeks rosy from the warm kitchen. "If it's gross, I'm blaming you."

You stood on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek, before opening the door with your free hand and walking out.

Felix stared after you, trying to process what the hell had just happened. Your scent still lingered all throughout the apartment, and he couldn't help but breathe deeply as he dissected the entire day.

Did you just kiss him on the cheek? And had you just spent the entire afternoon baking in his apartment? And maybe even flirted with him, multiple times?

As he packed away his pie and continued to reflect, he had to admit one thing to himself.

He was falling for you. And he should just let it happen.

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Felix knew he should feel ashamed that he had come to look forward to his alone time right before bed. It had become something of a nighttime ritual. Every time he would cum to those filthy thoughts of you, he would tell himself "never again." But before he knew it, he was back, staring at the ceiling of his room, unable to stop thinking about you, and what he wanted to do with you. It had become a delusion, one he knew would never come true.

But now, after today? Felix didn't know where you two stood. Even he, who had been described by multiple friends as "miserably dense", had caught onto the fact that you were flirting with him. And as much as he tried to stay pessimistic, he couldn't help but let a desperate hope sneak back into his mind.

It was probably because of this hope that he couldn't even wait until after his shower, before his cock was heavy with need. He was so hard it physically ached.

As he stood in the shower under the hot water, he ran desperate fingers along his tip, arousing himself further. His hips jerked forward instinctively as hungry images of you, pushed up against the shower wall, flashed through his mind. Could it be at all possible that you might want this too? Did you think about him in this way?

"I've been waiting for this," he imagined you gasp against his neck as he pressed his mouth along every inch of your body that he could reach.

"Fuck, please," he moaned your name much louder than he'd meant to as he rocked his hips back and forth. All he could think about was you. Your touch, your smell, your taste.

It was all too much.

He gripped the wall with one hand, the other stroking his rock hard cock, frantically trying to satisfy his never-ending craving for you. He raced closer and closer to the precipice of his orgasm, his voice growing hoarse from the low, desperate growls of your name. He hoped his voice was drowned out by the pattering of the shower on his back. But as he came with a few shuddering thrusts, thinking of nothing but the vivid image of your tight cunt clenching around him, he couldn't find it in him to care.

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Fuck, today had exhausted you.

You'd broken up with your boyfriend for the last time, had a breakdown in your car, impulse bought a new vibrator, and barged in on your hot-as-shit next door neighbor. And that was all before noon.

All of it was a long time coming, honestly. Your boyfriend - now ex-boyfriend - was a steaming piece of shit, and you should have ditched him a long time ago. He'd been jealous of the amount of time you spent with Felix over the past few weeks, and after numerous fights and yelling matches, that had been the last straw.

But he'd been right in the end, hadn't he?

You would much rather spend time with the sweet, funny, adorable, new neighbor than your cranky, gym-rat boyfriend with a high sex drive, but low drive to give oral sex, anyday.

Not to mention Felix was frustratingly ignorant to how irresistibly sexy he was. How was that possible? He could probably charm the pants off of a sewer rat, and yet he spent most of his time at work, or holed up in his apartment by himself.

You had wondered, on multiple occasions, how experienced he was in bed.

Not that you'd mind no matter what. There was an appeal to someone inexperienced. But you had a feeling, or maybe it was just your dirty mind playing tricks on you, that he was better in bed than he let on.

You groaned, stretching your arms across the top of the couch, trying to distract yourself. How many times had you thought about getting Lee Felix into bed with you?

You knew that had probably made you a bad girlfriend, but it wasn't like your ex was any better. You hadn't cheated on him once, even when he'd gaslit you into staying with him months longer than you wanted to. Plus, you knew he was at least flirting with multiple girls at the gym, and stayed out past five in the morning everyday partying without you, so you didn't find yourself feeling sorry at all.

How could you, when Felix was literally the perfect man?

Not only had he cooked you your favorite meals, watched your favorite tv shows, and laughed at all of your shitty jokes, but he taught you how to bake. That was something that your ex, or anyone else, had never done.

Felix was special. He seemed to understand you on a deeper level than anyone else ever had. And you'd only known him for three weeks.

You sighed, heading into the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for bed.

It was probably wishful thinking, imagining all these things about your next door neighbor. You'd been stupid enough to stay in a shitty relationship for so long, he'd probably never see you as anything other than a fun hang, maybe even one of the guys. Yikes.

But as much as you didn't want to believe that, he'd never even slightly responded to any of your flirty advances. Even today, after you admitted that you were single again, he didn't seem to be interested. It kind of sucked to get rejected like that, but you supposed you couldn't be mad at him. It was your fault, anyway.

But as you started to brush your teeth, you heard a noise through the wall that almost made you choke on your toothbrush.

A moan. A really loud one. And it was coming through the wall. From Felix's apartment.

You paused, toothbrush still in your mouth, waiting to see if more sounds would come. Maybe you'd imagined it. Maybe you were getting your hopes up, wishing so badly that he might think about you the same way you thought about him, that you were actually going crazy.

Because honestly, who wouldn't think about getting Felix in bed?

But you supposed if you could hear him so clearly through the wall in your bathroom, he wasn't in bed. It was a little early to be going to sleep anyway, you supposed.

Straining your ears to try and see if you could hear anything else, you thought there was the faint sound of the pipes pulling water into his bathroom. You had noticed that you could occasionally hear when your neighbors flushed the toilet or turned on the sink.

So was he taking a shower?

God, there was something so irresistibly sexy about Felix masturbating in the shower. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep the images of the water hitting his back, steam surrounding his lean, muscular figure as he pleasured himself, at bay. Your core throbbed at the thought.

It was such a filthy thing to be doing, getting turned on by your next door neighbor, who you hadn't even known for an entire month. It was wrong, wasn't it?

"Fuck, fuck..."

You heard it again. Only this time, something else accompanied those sworn oaths that made your entire body heat up.

Your name.

If he kept growling with that hoarse, raspy voice, holy hell, you could cum from that alone.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you struggled to breathe. Did you hear that correctly? Was Felix touching himself, and thinking about you while he did so? You washed your mouth out and put your toothbrush back, but you were unable to get the sound of his moans out of your head. Your panties were absolutely soaked already, and he hadn't done anything to you yet. You hadn't even seen him. How could he affect you this badly?

What were you supposed to do in this situation? You stood in front of the mirror, refusing to leave, just in case you might catch something else.

You heard the sounds come again, louder this time. Your name spilled from his lips over and over, and you could tell he was getting close.

All you wanted to do was go over there and provide the satisfaction the both of you clearly needed.

There had been many nights when you'd been sexually and emotionally frustrated, either after you had a fight, or even really bad sex, with your ex, and couldn't resist touching yourself. And as much as you'd tried to think solely about your now-ex, your mind kept slipping to Felix. His low, gravelly voice (damn, you really couldn't stop thinking about that, could you?) when he joked with you, the way his hand accidentally brushed your thigh when you sat on the couch together, the smell of his shampoo. Everything about him was so hot. And the knowledge that he wanted you too was unraveling your self control much too quickly.

You heard another moan, this one more strangled, almost choked, than the others. You closed your eyes, sliding your hand into your pajama shorts. If he was thinking about you while he touched himself, then it couldn't be too weird for you to do the same, right?

You lost yourself in the sounds of his borderline tortured pleasure, like he also didn't want to be touching himself in this way, but couldn't control himself. There was something so sexy about his gritted out moans and groans that drove you absolutely crazy.

You tried rubbing your own clit, imagining it was Felix touching you instead, but it didn't work. Your fingers paled in comparison to the real thing. You needed him. And it was clear that he needed you. You pulled your hands away from your body and fixed your shorts.

And as you lingered for a few more seconds to listen to Felix finish, relishing in those aching grunts, you decided there was only one option: you were going over there to take what you wanted. Or rather, what Felix had so kindly begged of you.

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Felix sat on the couch after his shower. He felt a lot less frustrated than before, but he still wasn't satisfied.

He needed more. He needed you.

A knock came from his door. He checked the clock. It was nearly 10pm, much too late to be getting visitors. Not that he got any normally.

Peering through the peephole, he saw you, and his heart sped up tenfold. What could you want at such a late hour?

There could really only be one thing, right? But no, he couldn't get his hopes up. There were surely other possibilities. You could have had another fight with your ex. You could have gotten locked out of your apartment. Anything except what he needed, needed so badly he physically ached.

But when he opened the door, he knew.

"H-hi Lix," you said, staring up at him.

Your cheeks were flushed hazy pink, your eyes wide and glassy, lips slightly puffy and swollen, like you'd been biting them. You were in a cozy gray tank top and matching pajama shorts. Like you'd been getting ready for bed.

You'd heard him.

Of course you did. He hadn't exactly been quiet about his intense pleasure, and you had adjoining bathrooms. If you'd been brushing your teeth or showering at the same time, there was no way you missed his loud groans. And he'd said your name. There was no questioning his feelings.

He opened his mouth to say something, to ask you if you'd heard him, see if you wanted to come inside and talk about it. Maybe you could still be friends after all this. Maybe you wouldn't absolutely hate him.

But before he could say anything, you stepped inside, slammed the door shut, and launched yourself at him.

As you pressed your lips against his, his mind went blank. You tasted sweet and desperate, as if you'd been waiting for this too. Pulling himself out of his shock, he kissed you back, flipping the two of you around and shoving you against the wall next to the door.

You let out a small gasp, but didn't protest as you wrapped your legs around his waist and deepened the kiss. Your tongue pressed against his mouth, and he opened willingly, biting your bottom lip while grabbing your ass to hold you up. Fuck, was this really happening? His mind was a blur as he let his own tongue explore your mouth, taking in your smell and taste.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" He breathed, sliding his hand into your hair to pull you closer.

"I-I heard you," you gasped between your tangled mouths. "And I had to. I've been thinking about this for so long." You slid your arms around his neck, finally breaking the kiss, breathed heavily. "I-I've wanted you so bad."

Felix unwittingly let out a soft moan as he gazed into your eyes, which were blown-out in pleasure. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this too. I can't believe you're really here. I didn't know you heard me..."

You giggled. "Of course I did, you were really loud."

Felix blushed, ducking his head. "A-and what did you think?"

"It was the hottest thing I've ever heard," you said softly, brushing your lips against his neck. He shivered, leaning into your touch.

"I'm glad you broke up with your boyfriend," Felix murmured, one hand moving to your waist and squeezing. "He was an asshole."

"Let's not talk about him tonight," you whispered, meeting his gaze. "I want this to be about you and me."

He nodded. "I'd like that," he agreed, his heart picking up again. He'd been right. You were here to see him, to be with him. And even though he was scared shitless, he was ready.

"Are you sure you want this?" You ran a finger down his arm. "I don't want to pressure you into anything, I just thought that- because of- you might want me as much as I want you."

"Yes," Felix said instantly. "With you, always yes."

You opened your mouth to reply, your face red with delight.

Before you could say anything, Felix kissed you with as much fervor as he'd been dreaming about. Knowing that you wanted him too, he couldn't hold back anymore.

You moaned against him, opening your mouth to him once more, grinding your hips against him in slow, sensual rolls.

"F-fuck," he gasped in surprise, his cock already straining against his sweatpants. "That feels so good."

"Yeah?" You said against his mouth, smirking as you moved harder. "Tell me what you want, Lix. Tell me how you like it."

"I-I just want you," Felix breathed, starting to move his hips back against you to counter your movements. "Please, I need you."

"But what exactly do you want, Lix?" You blushed. "I want you to feel good."

Felix looked down sheepishly. "I-I just want to smell you. You smell so good."

You grinned, hopping out of his grip and instantly onto the floor, kneeling in front of him. You still hadn't moved more than a few feet from the front door, but Felix didn't care. There was something so much hotter about the urgency at which you moved, like you were dying for a taste of him.

You started pulling his pants down, along with his boxers. The image of you on your knees for him was one of the lewdest things he'd ever seen, and he nearly came at the sight.

As you tugged his boxers off, his throbbing cock sprang free in front of your face. The tip was already red and angry, leaking precum, and you licked it away. As you took him by the base of his shaft, a hiss of pain escaped his lips. A confident smirk on your face, you stroked him once from the base to the tip, before sliding your mouth around him.

"Oh shit," Felix forced out, his hand finding purchase in your hair. He didn't know if he wanted to push you away or pull you forward, to make you choke on his dick. "Please, more."

You obeyed, taking as much of him as you could and sucking hard, your tongue swirling along the tip. Your hand stroked him up and down on the part of him that your mouth couldn't fit.

The pleasure was so intense, Felix thought he was going to explode in your mouth right away. He took deep breaths, starting to thrust his dick in and out of your perfect, wet mouth.

"God, you're so perfect," he gasped, fisting your hair as you gagged on his length over and over, saliva dripping down your chin. "You feel even better than I imagined."

"You're so big, Lix," you gasped around him, your free hand massaging his balls as you continued to take him, hard and fast.

"Ah shit, I'm gonna cum," he gritted his teeth, pulling you off him. "I don't want to finish yet, baby."

You stood up, playfully frowning. "But what if I wanted you to cum in my mouth?"

He groaned, pressing his lips against yours in response, breathing in your scent. You smelled even more amazing than he remembered, your usual sweet scent now mixed with musky sweat. Before he could stop himself, he licked your neck, wanting to taste you. Fuck, you tasted like candy.

"Let me pleasure you, baby," he growled, starved eyes meeting yours. Before you could protest, he tugged your pants off and ripped your panties, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

"Fuck, yes please," you gasped as he lifted your leg up. Your hand ran through his hair as you gazed down at him, eyes wide and face flushed. You looked like a wild mess, even hotter than his fantasies.

Now eye level with your cunt, which was already drenched with arousal, he'd never seen something so perfect in his life. He wet his lips before licking a stripe across your clit.

"Felix-" you gasped, tugging on his hair. It was slightly painful, but he didn't care. "More, please."

Felix immediately buried his mouth in your pussy, sucking and biting at your clit, sliding his tongue in and out of you.

"Can you use your fingers?" You moaned, your hips moving back and forth against him.

He slid one finger inside your tight cunt, then a second. You were already so tight. Just the thought of his cock fitting inside made him even harder. He wanted to touch himself, but instead he focused all of his desire on you.

He continued to suck on your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you at the rhythm that made you whimper his name the loudest and pull his hair the hardest. He thrusted his fingers in as far as they would go, until they hit a spongey part inside of you that made you cry out in pleasure.

"Shit, Lix I-I'm close, please," you panted, riding his fingers and mouth as you desperately tried to reach your climax.

"Cum for me baby," he ordered, continuing to lick and suck on your swollen clit. Your hips were shaking so hard he wondered if he should slow down, but your cries of pleasure told him not to.

With a few broken wails of his name, you fell apart, nearly collapsing against him as your legs gave out, and a rush of wetness spread across his tongue. You tasted perfect, sweet and tangy. He kept licking your clit until you whimpered from overstimulation, pushing him away gently.

He barely had time to wipe his mouth clean before you pulled him close, kissing him over and over again. His hands rested on your waist, his breaths coming in quick gasps as you nibbled on his bottom lip, just as desperate as before.

"Please Lix," you mumbled against his mouth. "I need you."

It took him a second to realize what you were saying. You were really standing in front of him, lips kiss-bitten and swollen, asking him to fuck you.

"You don't have to ask me twice," Felix chuckled breathlessly, before picking you up by the waist and carrying you to his bedroom.

He threw you down on the bed as gently as he could. As you laid in front of him, bare from the waist down, he couldn't help but think of you, lying on your bed the first day you met. You'd looked ethereal to him then. Somehow, you were even more beautiful now, almost otherworldly. He felt like he really knew you. You were more than just a pretty face. You were smart, determined, and incredibly kind. He never would have guessed he would be here with you, like this.

You motioned for him to join you on the bed, and he obeyed, coming to stand at the edge of the bed above you. Grinning, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of you. At first, he was scared he might crush you, but with your legs around his waist, your bare pussy rubbing up against his semi-hard cock, all coherent thought vanished. It was only you.

"Please, Lix," you whimpered, sucking harsh kisses up and down his neck. "I'll beg if I have to."

He laughed softly, pulling your shirt over your head. "I want to see you first," he whispered, cupping one of your full, perfect breasts in his hand. "You're so beautiful."

You blushed, but didn't respond. "If you get to see me like this, I want your shirt off too," You replied, tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

He helped you to remove his shirt too. He usually didn't like others seeing him like this, but with you, it felt completely natural. Comfortable even.

You smiled, running your hands up and down his chest. "I've always wanted to know what you looked like shirtless," you said, raking your gaze up and down his entire body. He felt heat rise on his face, but he didn't mind. He just wanted you. His cock, which had started to harden earlier, was rock solid now. Just seeing you completely naked made him want to destroy you.

You climbed on top of him, your legs straddling his torso. "Fuck, you're so big," you murmured, rubbing your wet clit up and down his length, coating him in your arousal. "You feel so good, babe."

Felix groaned, the lewd sounds of your pussy sliding along his cock exciting him even further. "We'll go as slow as you need."

You shook your head. "No, I don't want to go slow."

You gripped the base of his cock, before lowering yourself onto him. You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back as you slid further onto him. "Oh shit, yes! Fuck, you fill me so good, baby."

Felix tried to hold your waist, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't get a good grip. Your tight, wet cunt practically sucked him in as you impaled yourself deeper and deeper onto him.

"You feel even better than I imagined," Felix panted, starting to thrust up into you. You felt so good, he couldnt control himself as he went even harder. "I'm gonna ruin you, angel."

You whined at his words, your hands going to your breasts as you squeezed them, pinching the nipples and moaning. "Yes, faster Lix, please!"

Felix grabbed you around the waist, pulling you down so you laid on top of him, both of your chests pressed together. He breathed against your neck, smelling that warm scent that he loved so much. Fuck, fuck. He thought to himself as he thrusted harder and harder into you, slamming his cock in and out of your tight hole.

"You smell so good baby," he gasped, his hips stuttering as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.

"Lix, lix," you chanted his name like your life depended on it. Your hair fell over his face as you pressed your lips feverishly against his, whimpering into his mouth as you bounced faster and faster on top of him.

The slapping sound of flesh on flesh, mixed with the squelching of your soaked pussy, continued as he hammered into you, your name exploding from his mouth over and over again as you got wetter and wetter, your arousal dripping down his cock and onto the sheets.

"I-I want you on top," you whimpered. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I'm screaming your name."

"F-fuck baby, you're driving me crazy," Felix breathed, thrusting into you one more time before he flipped you over, digging your back into the mattress. "God, you look so sexy underneath me."

"I like being under you, baby," you smirked up at him. He grabbed your face and pressed your lips back together. Your tongue invaded his mouth as he sucked on your lower lip, your bodies still attached.

Felix rested above you, using his arms to prop himself up.

"Just to warn you," he began, his voice hoarse. "When I'm on top, I tend to lose control. I don't do gentle."

Your eyes lit up like it was a challenge. "Good, I don't want you to."

Felix's cock throbbed at your words. Were you trying to kill him?

He started off slow, trying to tether himself to a rope to start. He didn't want to scare you away. No matter how confident you were, he didn't want to go too hard and hurt you.

"Tell me if it's too much," he rasped into your ear as he started to move.

"Mm," you nodded, instantly wrapping your legs around him, pulling him close so he went in hilt-deep. "Faster, please."

Felix smirked. "We're on my time now, baby."

Your eyes widened, but you didn't object.

He closed his eyes, starting to speed up. The feeling of his hard cock thrusting in and out of your tight pussy was driving him insane. His hips lifted up and down as he fucked you harder, the bed bouncing up and down as he went.

"Fuck, yes Lix!" You cried out, your fingers digging into his back, nails scratching at his bare skin so hard it left angry, red marks. "You feel so fucking good!"

"Yes baby, yes," Felix grunted, opening his eyes to gaze down at you. Your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open in a half-moan of pleasure. "You feel so damn good babe."

"Just like that babe," you panted, pushing his head down to your bare breasts. He took the invitation eagerly, bringing a nipple to his lips and sucking. You gasped, bucking your hips up against his in response. He growled against your skin, his hips stuttering at your sound of pleasure as he increased his speed even more. He bit your nipple a little rougher than he meant, causing you to squeal, your cunt tightening around him like a vice.

"Please Lix, please," you begged, rocking your hips desperately against his. "I-I'm gonna cum!"

"Wait for me, baby," he growled, and you nodded, a quiet whimper escaping your lips as you pulled him closer to you, his cock driving impossibly deeper into your tight cunt.

He switched to your other nipple, pounding his length into you as hard as he could. You felt so fucking good, he couldn't stop. He buried his face in your neck, breathing as deep as he could as he lost himself in the warm wetness of your body.

His hips began to stutter and his chest shook, and he knew he was close. "Fuck baby, cum for me," he snarled, biting your neck as he did so.

"Please, please babe, fuck me, fuck me," you sobbed, pressing your lips against him. "I-I'm gonna cum, Lix I-" you stopped mid sentence, your pussy squeezing around him so tight he could barely breathe. Your entire body shook as you cried out his name, before you exploded around him, your whole body quaking from the power of your orgasm.

"You're so perfect baby," he grunted, his voice breaking as he fucked you with so much power, your entire body shook. He thrusted brokenly in and out twice, before releasing inside of you.

You shuddered at the sensation as he slowly pulled out, the white liquid dripping out of your soaked cunt.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close. He dug his nose into your hair, nuzzling into your neck.

"Fuck, thank god I'm on birth control," you said, letting out a soft laugh as you wrapped a leg around his waist. "That was even better than my fantasies."

Felix laughed against you and nodded. "Hell yeah. Can we go again?"

You smiled at him, nodding vigorously.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, soaking in each other's presence.

Suddenly, you turned to him."Why do you like my scent so much?"

Felix shrugged, breathing in once again. You still smelled fucking amazing. "I dunno, you just smell really good. Comforting."

You giggled, bringing his mouth to yours in a deep kiss.

It was at that moment that he realized what you smelled like.

Cherry pie.

laska's note —

eek! this was my first ever published smut one-shot here on tumblr, and i really like how it turned out! what did y'all think? was it too long? would you have liked even more character development? please give me all your honest feedback because i want to hear it! i love you guys and thank you for your support as i try out writing new stuff! i am not taking requests yet, but if this post does well or people really want it, then i might think about it! ily mwah!

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