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charmercharm3r · 1 year

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LFX

7/8 of the Sleepwear Series

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Synopsis: Sugar, spice, and everything nice. And a little salty.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, sub!Felix x softdom fem!reader, alcohol consumption, they're both tipsy but not drunk and everything is consensual!!, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (m receiving), lots and lots of kisses! (literally used the word 17 times I counted), overstimulation, creampie, very lovey dovey until it isn't

No, you weren’t surprised when you came home to the smell of warm chocolate filling your apartment, though you never got tired of it– Felix had a habit of forgetting to crack a window whenever he was baking. What caught you off guard was the bottles of alcohol taking up space on your kitchen counter. There were tall bottles, short ones, cans of foreign drinks you had no idea what they were. That with the big mixing bowl filled with something chocolatey, you were as confused as ever.

“Hi baby!” He cheered excitedly, beaming a bright smile and waving with enthusiasm. You greeted him back, lightly jogging to where he stood in the kitchen and giving him a kiss.

Licking your lips, you could taste the faint traces of alcohol, looking around to see what he was having. “Without me? You’re having your own party,” you joked, kissing him one more time. Felix chased after you when you pulled away and whined for more, which you couldn’t ever refuse.

“‘M making chocolate whiskey. Had to test run the drinks before putting it in,” Felix went back to mixing the bowl as you found the open bottle of whiskey nearby, lifting it to your nose and cringing back at the smell.

Finding a clean spoon, you dipped it into the bowl and tasted his concoction. The taste of the alcohol overpowered the chocolate by a mile, “baby, you’re not supposed to be getting drunk off chocolate whiskey.” You tossed it into the sink and grabbed two clean glasses instead, opening the new bottle of rum that sat nearby. There were litters of chocolate packets in addition to whatever other ingredients he’d bought.

“I just thought the more, the better.” Felix opened his mouth for you to put a piece of chocolate on his tongue, drinking it down with a sip of the young rum. He chewed it for a few seconds before his eyes went wide and let out a pleasantly surprised, “mmm!”

You laughed as he opened his mouth for more and cleared a space on the counter so you could sit to watch him. It didn’t take much for either of you to start feeling the effects of the alcohol, the combination of it with the sugary chocolate was addicting. By the time the chocolate whiskey was ready to be chilled, you and Felix were a giggly, tipsy mess. He may have left the bowl in the fridge for a bit too long because he was glued standing between your legs, letting you feed him a piece, kiss his lips, then take another sip. It was tough for him to scoop out of the bowl so you could help him in rolling into a ball, they were almost solid.

It was a nice moment to share, him laughing at anything and everything you said as he attempted to dig the chocolate out of the bowl, still standing so close that your legs brushed his torso. Common was that when the two of you were home together, rarely were you ever not touching one another in some way. Though, it wasn’t always like that. Perhaps his need for skinship rubbed off on you to the point that you don’t remember a time where you hated his invasion of personal space. Your bubble is his bubble.

Eventually, you both grew tired of his little cooking project and decided to let it sit to thaw. Without missing a beat, Felix enticed you into sitting on the floor of your shared living room with the seemingly endless bags of chocolate and a few more bottles of alcohol. The two of you were testing how the different liquors tasted with the sweets.

His back was against the couch and legs spread for you to sit cross legged between them. Felix mindlessly traced patterns on the tops of your knees, watching intently the dainty way your fingers unwrapped the chocolate and made its way into your mouth. He didn’t seem to notice his tongue poking out and licking across his bottom lip. It was cute, you couldn’t help but poke his tongue back into his mouth, though it didn’t make him stop staring.

Felix was never afraid of eye contact, in fact it’s why you were attracted to him in the first place. He made you feel seen, like he was always listening to whatever you had to say. Even if the things you said didn’t make sense, he contributed to it and always played along, like now.

“Do you ever get tired of drinking alone with me?” You didn’t think as you asked the question, taking a small sip of rum. Felix had stolen the bottle from you, rapidly shaking his head, no.

“Never. It’s more fun when it’s just us. Why do you ask?” He bent his knees, encasing you between his legs like a makeshift shield.

“Just ‘cause… I worry sometimes.” Shrugging and popping another sweet into your mouth, you didn’t raise your head to meet his eyes.

“That I’m not enjoying myself?” Felix held your chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought your face up. The slight fall of your shoulders made him coo, “oh, baby. You know I’d rather drink warm alcohol with you than be overstimulated in a loud, crowded bar with overpriced drinks any day of the week.”

Wise choice of his words, your ears perked, “overstimulated, you say?” You looked at him now and wiggled your eyebrows. Felix’s laughter echoed throughout the room as he dazedly fell forward into your arms, swaying the two of you back and forth. He was incredibly warm, that boy could’ve baked cookies on his abs if he laid out in the sun long enough.

“But seriously, babe,” he nuzzled into your neck, placing soft, uncalculated kisses, “I could never get tired of being with you. Besides! We’re the fun ones.” His hands slipped down to your ass, cupping handfuls to pull you flush against his chest and crotches pressed together. No matter how small the action, you could feel the slight twitch in his pants.

You shifted to straddle him more comfortably and thread your fingers through his hair. “See, I know that you’re right but I still feel like I’m keeping you from hanging out with your friends.” The change in mood had him looking at you in the eyes, particularly sad about the pout on your lips.

“Why do you think that?” Felix brushed stray hair from your face, keeping your cheek in his palm and the other firmly on your ass.

“I dunno, guess it’s just lingering insecurities. Most guys use it as an excuse to break up with their partners, ya know.” Your tone wasn’t accusing, but rather matter of factly.

“Don’t you know by now I’m not like most guys?” raising an eyebrow at you, Felix smirked.

“Mhm, poetic and cringey. Gimme kiss.”

He caved without another thought and melted against your lips, tongue tasting like chocolate and alcohol and love. He loves kissing more than anything else, claiming it makes him feel so close to you. He’d do it anywhere, anytime and all you had to do was ask. It made him get a little dumb sometimes and get a bit too lost in the plush of your lips.

Though, he pulled away before that could happen, “was that sarcasm?” You raised an eyebrow. “I can be poetic, forreal.”

“I never said you couldn’t,” you laughed.

“Listen, listen,” Felix let go of you for a second to suck on another piece of chocolate, letting it melt. “Kiss me once,” the tone of his voice was as soft and deep as it’d go, he pecked your cheek, “and kiss me twice,” on the other side, “then kiss me once again.” Goosebumps covered your skin as the bass-like vibrations of his words drifted through you like a melody, pressing his lips to yours once more and immediately followed by the chocolate flavor. His tongue coated yours with the sugary treat and you felt hungrier than you’d had all day. Though, with the flush on his cheeks and gentle way he kissed you, Felix looked more than fit to eat.

Keeping you tight against him, his hands tangled themselves into your hair as he broke away to speak again breathlessly, “it’s been a long, looong time.” He took his time to say the words, smooth, sultry, dragging out each syllable. “Haven’t felt,” peck, “like this, my dear,” smooch, “since can’t remember when. It’s been a,” nuzzle, “long,” caress, “looong,” kiss, “time,” and a deep, gasping lock of your lips together. Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion, yet all too fast. The effects of the alcohol were blanketing both your already intensely present arousal and desire to make the two of you a needy, desperate mess, grasping and groping one another as if either of you’d disappear at any second.

As you grind harder into him, Felix’s hips cant up and he can’t help but moan into your mouth. The fondness that fueled you was the same thing that caused you to pull away and say, “that sounds a lot like a song I know.”

“Nope, came straight from my humongous brain.”

“If your name is Louis Armstrong, then yeah, I believe you.” He gripped the undersides of your thighs and lifted you off the floor, headed for your shared bedroom.

“I was thinking more like Kitty Kallen’s version.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and sat you on his lap again, pulling you down with him as Felix laid back. The pink decorating his cheeks as a result of all the drinking made him glow, charming eyes glossed over ever so slightly and looking up at you so warmly. You reached down to cup his cheek, run your thumb over his bruising red lips. They fell open, parting just a little for you to push the digit in. He stuck his tongue out before you could and guided it by the pad of your thumb, immediately closing his lips and sucking gently. “Pretty kitty,” you whispered, simply admiring him.

Neither of you spoke for a little while longer, just looking at each other with alcohol induced gazes and hearts in your eyes. Then you pull your thumb away, a string of saliva following as you stick it in your own mouth to taste the chocolate and rum mixture. Felix watched you with doe eyes and tongue poking at the corner of his mouth once again. “Mmm, sweet,” you say as you peck his lips one more time. “How’re you feeling?”

Felix just tugged you in again, groaning against your lips louder. Pushing him back lightly, “answer me, baby.”

“‘M perfectly tipsy, ‘nd I want you,” he pawed at the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging and letting the elastic snap against your skin.

Giggling when you dove down to kiss his cheek and scatter them around his face, Felix couldn’t keep his hands from continuing to roam, squeezing and caressing every part of your body firmly and lovingly. It was his way of appreciating you, telling you without telling you how infatuated he is. You traversed beneath his jaw, down his neck and occasionally biting his skin to feel his hands grip you tighter. It took a bit of coercing to make him pull away long enough to get rid of his and your shirts, even more so to get you both naked seeing as neither of you were able to keep your hands to yourselves.

But when you finally did, Felix propped himself on his elbows as he watched you, ogled your naked body from top to bottom until he met your eyes. He tilted his head down, waiting patiently for you to make a move. You cock your head to the side, “feeling a bit lazy tonight, pretty kitty?”

The slightly calm yet authoritative tone you took made Felix bite his lip and shake his head, no. “Oh? Just wanna be taken care of then?” His cock twitched at that, a bead of precum dribbling onto his abdomen. “I know you do, sweetheart.” You spread his knees wider and kneeled between them, then tucked his heels in tight to either side of your body. “Just relax, okay pretty kitty?” Felix whimpered in return, unable to look away as you peered up at him.

Keeping your eyes locked, you stuck your tongue out and ran it from the base, all the way up. His entire body shivered, goosebumps spreading along every inch of his skin. When you flattened your tongue to taste more of him, Felix let out a long sigh accompanied by his thigh muscles tensing and hands attempting to restrain themselves. While some might be put off by his intense stare, it was enthralling to you, especially the way he slowly blinked and rolled his eyes back when you did something he was particularly sensitive to. His hips kicked up and shallowly thrusted when you took him in your mouth, his own jaw completely slack and on the verge of drooling.

Felix was always a sucker for that, the messy, wet, lewd feeling that came from doing anything with your mouth. When you began to bob your head up and down his tip, occasionally dipping your tongue into his slit, he cried for more. You gave it to him because his pleas were just so cute, and took more, just holding him in your mouth. When the saliva started to build under your tongue, then you moved. The slurping noises and his whines sounded so good together that you were afraid he’s cum from that alone, it wouldn’t be the first time. Both of you were already worked up, the alcohol made you hazy enough to not feel the soreness in your jaw from keeping it open for so long. Felix was growing closer and closer with each down stroke, nothing but your mouth, drool, and watery eye contact edging him along.

Just as he braced himself tighter to start bucking up, you pulled off with a loud gulp and sat back. Loudly he groaned a high pitched whimper, rutting into the air and cock slapping against his stomach. Sighing, Felix’s body twitched at the loss of contact while you kissed up his abdomen, gently guiding him to scoot further up the bed and lay down. “Wanna try something new?” You say against the skin of his chest and teething lightly at his collar bones.

“New?” he murmured back only half paying attention because of how hot he felt now that you soaking crotch hovered over his.

“In a way. I think you’ll like it though, don’t worry baby. Trust me?”

Felix nodded rapidly and bit his already swollen lips, “trust you.”

Just to keep him on his toes, you crawled back down his body again and planted short but sweet kisses to the inside of his ankles, all the while looking up at him through your lashes. He kept wide eyes in anticipation, growing curiouser and curiouser with every touch of your lips up the length of his skin. As you hiked his knees up to his chest, Felix’s breath hitched. You didn’t dilly dally much longer as your own growing need was becoming overwhelming, simply licking a long, fat stripe from the rim of his ass to his balls, sucking them in for a second and moving to tower over him again. Felix had no idea what to do other than moan at everything you did to him.

He felt exposed with how you looked him up and down, was this how you always felt being below him? Either way, he loved it. He loved the excited glimmer in your eyes and how your nails were already digging into the bottoms of his thighs. He loved how soft your skin felt, the slight dizziness of the alcohol, and how that made him have tunnel vision for you and only you, more than he already did if that was even possible.

You opened his knees up, instructing him to keep them there as you took his cock in hand, giving him a few slow strokes. “Relax, pretty kitty. Gonna make you feel good, okay?”

“Hurry– need you,” he mewled even more, growing impatient the longer you teased yourself with his red, flared tip.

Laughing lightly, you raised yourself higher and positioned him at your entrance and sunk down, slowly until your thighs pressed against the bottoms of his. The unconventional position opened up a whole new world of pleasure, not just for you, but him as well. Though usually he leaned more on the submissive side, Felix always loved to prove himself to you by doing most of the work in bed.

The tip of his cock fit snug against your sweet spot, not even having to try to aim for it this way. The both of you were already losing your voices moaning, but as you lifted your hips back and slammed back into him, Felix’s eyes rolled back and you knew he was done for. You felt like you were floating despite continuously ramming your body against him.

How brainless he felt, getting fucked without actually getting fucked, and getting fucked hard. The only thing that could’ve made this better was if you were kissing him. Though, he understood why you couldn’t, too lost in your own pleasure to think about that right now. You made up for it by just continuing to use him, disregard him as if he were just a cock to fuck and get yourself off on. That part was unintentional, however, you didn’t stop there.

You pushed your body weight forward, leaning onto him by the backs of his thighs and using gravity to rock into him with every upstroke. If the sound of your skin slapping together didn’t give away what was happening, his moans sure as hell did. And Felix not so silently loved every second of it. He felt vulnerable and filthy and sweaty and intoxicated and so, so enamored. Together for who knows how long and you still never fail to amaze him.

Just that in mind, along with how pussy drunk he was, he was reaching his end much quicker than he’d hoped, but you just felt too good not to blow. You were creeping towards your own and well on your way, clit grinding up and down the top of his cock every time you rolled your hips.

Initially, you were afraid he’d reject your idea, seeing as it might’ve been uncomfortable and he had every right to say no, which you were prepared for. But oh how far from that you were now. Now, even if you weren’t so much focused on his pleasure as you were yours, you could see his belly contracting and attempting to force the high down just to keep up. “Go ahead, baby. Cum. I won’t be mad,” you say with as much brain power as you can muster, seeing as it’s getting harder and harder not to cum, yourself.

His voice, having been whiney and high all night, suddenly dropped into the lower register and bounced along with your tempo, along with his tongue drooping out the corner of his mouth. You took it upon yourself to stick two fingers in your mouth and then pop it into his, his tongue loving the weight and even more that you shoved them in and out in time with your hips. That must’ve been the cherry on top, having something to suck on, Felix attempted to say, “cum– cumming, ah– fuck!”

He let himself go with an extraordinarily loud cry, cum coating his entire dick as you ceased to slow down insearch of your own orgasm. Overstimulated and exhausted, Felix shuddered and was on the verge of tears but couldn’t stop moaning. He held onto your wrists that pinned his knees in place, needing something more to ground him. It burned so painfully good, for both of you. You, with your high on the tip of your tongue and Felix, teetering of either passing out or crying but loving it so much.

But he did neither of those, when you reached your orgasm, it somehow strung one more from him as well, dry and white hot. Your cunt clenched and pulsed so tightly around him that Felix felt like he was almost suffocating within you and if he were to die now, he couldn’t have been happier. It didn’t feel as though your orgasm subsided when you looked down to find your boyfriend with his eyes rolling back, sweaty and red in the face that bled down to his chest, something straight out of a porno.

Letting his now flaccid cock keep you plugged, you leaned over and sweetly kissed his lips, close-lipped and gentle and all too chaste for the events that just occurred. You guided his legs back down and maneuvered to straddle him, somehow doing so without spilling any of his cum and laying your body weight onto his chest. Felix immediately wrapped his arms around you and tipped your bodies over to lay more comfortably.

The room was quiet aside from the both of your heavy breaths and the occasional smack of your lips coming together and breaking apart. “I think I had a sugar high,” Felix muttered into your hair.

You laughed at the random comment, “I think that was more than a sugar high.”

“No, really! How the fuck did you do that?”

“I told you that you’d like it.”

“We need to do that again. I’m so, so serious.” Felix peered down at you, eyes big and suddenly wide awake.

“I don’t think you’ll have to wait too long, baby.” You consoled him, reaching up and stroking his cheek to ask for another kiss. The deep rumble of your belly made the both of you break out into giggles. “Hungry,” you mutter against him.

“Me too.”

“But I’ll be cold if I get up.”

“I’ll come with you.”

You hummed happily, slowly pulling away so that he fell from your pussy as gently as possible but both winced anyway. You were going to get up, but just had to take one last look at him in his post nut glow, “pretty kitty,” you whisper and give him another quick peck.

Digging through his dresser, you stole a pair of his clean boxers and slipped them on, tossing one his way before he followed you. You were about to open the door when you felt the dripping feeling of his cum and ran to grab a napkin to catch it. Felix took it upon himself to leave the room first, not thinking anything of it when he walked into the living room with you on his tail. Then he stopped and you ran face first into his bare back.

“Ack– what the fu–”

Felix was suddenly spinning you around and quickly pushing you back into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. “What are you–”

“We can never show our faces in public ever again,” he said with a straight expression.

“Why?” You raise your eyebrow.

“Because there's seven of our friends in our living room drinking our alcohol and eating our chocolate and I don’t know why.”

“So why can’t we show our faces in public?”

“Because I’m 100% sure they heard everything we just did.”

The choked gag you let out had you falling back onto the bed, laughing away the embarrassment until he chucked a t-shirt at you with giggles of his own. “They’re your bandmates! You go talk to them,” you encouraged.

“I can’t! I can never look them in the eyes ever again.” Felix slid another shirt over his head as he paced back and forth. “If you go out there, then they can’t say anything because then it’ll be like they’re the weird ones for listening.”

“Okay, okay.”

Confidently, you shrugged on some sweats for extra decency out of embarrassment and let yourself out into the living room where the seven pairs of eyes avoided your gaze entirely. “Did you at least order food if you’re gonna drink all my alcohol?” You sat yourself on the floor, stealing the rum you were drinking earlier from Jisung– who looked even more disgruntled as you took a sip.

It was silent for a moment before Changbin, leaning into an uneasy Hyunjin on the couch, “Chinese.”

“Nice. I’m starving.”

“How did you get him to make that noise?” Minho on the other side of the coffee table spoke up, seeming genuinely curious. Suddenly all of them seemed interested.

“I think I’d rather die than share that information.”

“At least tell us the position,” he pressed, “for educational purposes.”

It didn’t look like any of them were going to drop the matter. “Why are you all in my house?”

“Felix texted the group chat earlier this afternoon to come over… for game night…” Chan murmured and held up his phone with the group chat, acting a shield for Seungmin and Jeongin to avert their eyes. As you looked around the room, you saw the board for monopoly on the coffee table and all the pieces scattered about. You raised an eyebrow, confused as to when he did that and how they all agreed that tonight of all nights would be game night without bothering to tell you. Then, you turned back to the room to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway, face red as an apple, and not the glowy kind. "I do not remember doing that..."

You could tell he knew he was guilty just by the way he stood, shoulders shrugged and eyes round. Looking back at the group, you deadpanned, “on his back, his legs up and dick pointed do–”

He ran to pick you up and carry you back to the bedroom, echoes of laughter filling the apartment as the doorbell rang, “my Chinese food!” But Felix had already locked the two of you away for who knows what punishments to come.

A/N: if someone could enlighten me and tell me the name of this position id actually really love to know...research purposes

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youfoundme-not · 7 months

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More than friends - Felix 2/8

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Felix x female Reader (Idol AU)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It’s your childhood friend’s birthday and he’s been really curious on trying something. Little did you know, that the two of you would then take it to the bedroom.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Vaping, swearing, drinking, nicknames (baby), mentions of masturbating, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2.3k

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You were all gathered in a circle on the living room floor. It was Felix’s birthday and obviously, Han decided to invite the whole K-pop industry. (Or well, it felt like the whole industry because of how crowded the room was).

You were sitting between Nayeon and Minho, enjoying your soju with Minho.

“Okay Hyunjin, truth or dare,” Mingi asks.

“Dare” Hyunjin smirks.

“Okay, I dare you to do ‘Seven minutes in Heaven’ with Soyeon”

Everyone reacts excitedly to this when we see them enter the closet but you can’t stop staring at Felix.

It’s ironic for you to say that you’ve fallen for your childhood friend but in reality, you have.

The two of you met in kindergarten when he stood up for you, and since then, you’ve been inseparable. You’ve never seen him as anything but a friend until around junior year.

The two of you both shared a dream to debut someday so you two made sure to work hard together. This also meant you’ve started noticing the way he hit the gym.

It’s been three years since and you two manage to debut but that hasn’t changed the way your stomach turns around him.

You all watch as Hyunjin steps out of the closet covered with hickeys on his neck. We all cheer for him as he comes out with a slight smile as the two sit back down.

“Um Nayeon, truth or dare?” He chuckles, still blushing from Soyeon.

“Dare” she grins

You’ve had several reasons why you’ve never confessed to Felix. Other than the obvious reason that you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. It was also because Nayeon seemed to be going for Felix too.

Yes, you admittedly think Nayeon is ‘fake’ per se, but you see how well she and Felix click and you didn’t want to ruin that. Since then, you’ve put distance between you two, and admittedly, it hurts that he doesn’t seem to notice.

You watch as Nayeon completes her dare and drinks a whole bottle of Soju in under a minute. She smiles and perks herself up as you roll your eyes getting a chuckle out of Minho.

“Felixx” she hiccups “Truth or Dare?”

“Oh um, truth” he chuckles softly.

You watch as Nayeon tries to put her cleavage a bit more on display “If you had to fuck one girl in this room, who would it be?”

Felix looks around the circle until his eyes stop at you. “I guess Y/n, we’ve known each other longest so I guess it’ll make sense”

You smirk slightly at the response as Nayeon's smile drops. “I think I need to go for a small breather” you chuckle walking onto the balcony.

You pull out your vape and take a deep breath of it until Minho steps out with you.

He’s one of the few who knows about your smoking habits. And he’s one of the little who smokes too.

“Want a cig?” He says pulling out a packet.

“Felix hates the smell, either way, Chan’s here. He’d kill us both if he found out” You explain going back to your vape.

“He’d kill us if he saw your vape as well” Minho smirks lighting his cigarette.

“Well I can pretend it’s perfume or something”

Minho chuckles a bit taking a puff of his cigarette. “Still swooning over Felix?”

You take a deep sigh “No, it’s his birthday and I respect him as my friend, that’s why I’m not smoking” you explain but the two of you both know that that’s bullcrap. Especially from how addictive the nic is.

“He likes you too,” Minho says.

“No, he doesn’t-“ “Well he talks about you a lot”

The two of you stand in silence for a bit. Deep down you hoped what he said was true.

It was becoming the end of the party and you could see people leaving. Minho, Chan, and you stayed behind to clean up a bit. After all, it was the least you could do since his gift hadn’t arrived.

“I’m going to step outside,” you say once again.

Minho rolls his eyes but continues to clean so Chan doesn’t catch on to your frequent “breathers”.

You step outside and pull out your vape.

“Strawberry?” Felix chuckles as he stands next to you. “My favourite fruit”

You watch as he walks over, resting on the balcony's railing.

“Well, I know you hate the smell of cigarettes” you chuckle softly.

He stares at you briefly, almost as if in shock.

“You know…I always wonder if vapes taste as good as they smell” he says looking back at the city view.

“And what? You just think I’ll let you taste it? Chan would kill me” You say.

He chuckles facing you. “Well, I’ve known you longest, and it’s the least you can do since you don’t have a gift for me.” He smirks, bringing himself closer.

You look up at him and roll your eyes. “I’ve told you already, it arrives tomorrow.” You explain jokingly hitting his chest.

He looks down at your face, nose almost touching. “What’s wrong with me being curious?”

“What if you get addicted?” You say, occasionally stealing a glance of his lips.

Fuck, why does his lips look so soft?

“Please?” He says softly.

You scoff, taking another hit of your vape.

He lifts your head up to look at him, smoke leaving your mouth.

“A small taste, that’s all I ask,” He says softly.

Fuck, why is he so hot? All he wants to try is your vape, but he is so close to your face you could feel butterflies build up.

“Fine” you mumble as you lift the vape up.

He moves his hand slightly behind your neck. “I was thinking of trying it differently” he smiles. “Can I?”

Shock struck your face. “We shouldn’t…”

“Y/n, you heard what I said inside” he chuckles warmly. “If there’s anyone I would do anything with, it’s you.”

Though you were growing butterflies, you also were growing more and more paranoid on what will happen next. And Felix could notice. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Y/n, I know we can get through anything. But, I won’t force you if you’re uncomfortable” Felix expressed before mumbling a bit. “Do you…do you hate me?”

You look at him confused, “Felix, I could never hate you”

“Then why are you so distant?”

You stay silent for a moment, “I see how you and Nayeon hit it off, I was just doing a favour”

“Doing who a favour? Not me. I want you in my life Y/n” Felix says almost straight away.

You take another hit of your vape, processing everything that has just happened. “Do you still want a taste?” You ask.

You knew what would happen next, you were very aware that this could lead to a long night, but what if…what if Minho was right?

“It’s you Y/n, of course” He smirks and presses his lips against yours. At first, it was soft, gentle, almost sweet. But as both hands caressed your cheek, it only grew more profound and passionate.

His hand slowly move down and wraps around your waist. “How much further will you let me take tonight?”

You stay quiet. You’ve always thought about him, and admittedly, thought multiple times about what it would be like to fuck him. You never thought his birthday would be the day

“I mean…you are the birthday boy” You respond, getting a slight chuckle in response.

He didn’t hesitate to quickly take you to his room to kiss you passionately.

“Y/n, I’ve thought about you so much” he mumbles between kisses.

“Is that right?”

“Fuck- so much baby, so so much”

This was a new side of him that you’ve never seen. A mix of neediness and yet, dominance. He could command you to do anything and you’d do it. After all, that’s what friends do, help each other out, or whatever you’d call this.

You slowly move to the bed where you sit him down before breaking the kiss apart. His eyes followed as you sat on your knees, between his legs.

“You want this too right?” He asks, leaning forward to kiss your lips softly. Ensuring that you weren’t feeling like you had to do this.

“I want this too.” You ensure helping him unbuckle his pants.

You watch as his jeans fall down, leaving him sitting in his boxers.

“You have no idea how much I think about you” he sighs softly as you help remove his boxers, letting his cock feel the air.

“Why don’t you tell me?” You smile, moving your hand up and down his shaft, leaving a kiss on his tip.

His body shakes slightly as he closes his eyes. He nods a soft yes and you slowly place his tip in your mouth.

“Fuck- every time you come over- I-I end up jerking off” he admits shakily as your head bops on his length.

You hum softly, the vibration causing a small groan to escape. “I’ve pictured this a hundred times” he continues.

His hand finds their way down to your head where he brings you down deeper. He starts gasping at the pace, trying to keep his hips in place.

“Fuck baby, the second we debuted and I saw you in those skirts- I couldn’t help myself since” he says, slowly opening his eyes once more.

He could cum at the sight of you, and you could feel him twitch in your throat as he wiped away a tear from your cheek.

“Let me make you feel good baby, please?” He says and you slowly move your lips off him, placing a soft kiss on his tip once more.

Felix helps you sit on his bed where he starts to remove your singlet. As he slowly continues to touch your body, his hand wandering between your legs.

“So wet, just for me?” He asks

“Only you” you respond.

Felix reaches into his drawer and sighs in defeat. “I…I don’t have a condom”

You know you’re on birth control, you’ve been on it since high school. But you’ve never actually risked not having a condom on until today.

“I guess it’s your lucky day” you mumble and he looks at you in shock. “I’m on the pill, and-“

You didn’t have to say any more before he smashed his lips on you.

“Why can’t it be my birthday every day?” He grins between kisses, as his hand lowers your panties.

You were left in your skirt, and quite frankly, he loved it.

Felix’s hand comes to rub a few circles around your clit, he hesitated for a moment before sliding his finger into the wetness between your legs.

a small moan escapes your lips as you feel his fingers thrust softly into you.

“Fuck," Felix groaned as he felt the heat and wetness of your pussy against his fingers. His other hand found its way to your breast, as he pulled away from the kiss, his breathing heavy.

He removes his tank top, his body now on full display. He leaves a trail of kisses on your shoulder, laying you down on his bed as you feel his length rubbing against your clit.

“Want to feel you raw” you whisper as desire and lust flush through him.

“You don’t need to ask me twice” and without wasting time he slides his length slowly into you, letting you adjust bit by bit. A low groan escapes his mouth as he feels you fresh.

Your hips buck slightly as a soft moan escapes your lips. Felix’s eyes were focused solely on you as he took his time finding your depth, pushing into you until he was fully sheathed within your wet heat. He gripped your hips tightly, holding you still as he began to move.

He couldn't believe how wet you were, how hot and tight you felt around his length. The sensations were overwhelming, fueling an intensity inside him like nothing he had ever felt before.

You could feel each thrust grow stronger every time, letting more moans escape from your mouth. As he continues, you couldn’t help but feel your climax build up in your core.

Felix groaned as he felt your tight walls contract around him. He couldn't hold back anymore and began to thrust harder and faster, using his hips to grind against you. Feeling your body react only made him lose control even more, his own need escalating with each thrust.

He starts kissing your shoulder, becoming a blabbering mess with each growing thrust. “So pretty yeah? All mine, fuck- you like that right? I can feel you clenching-“

Your moans become to grow louder. “Felix, I’m close” You gasp, feeling his hand move from your hip to your clit, roughly massaging it as he continued to pound into you.

his tongue tangles with yours in a rough, possessive kiss. His hips slammed against you again and again, each time driving deeper inside. The room was filled with your combined moans and grunts as you reached your peak together.

You could feel his warm seed inside you slowly drip out as he softly thrust into you, helping you ride out your wave.

“You’re okay baby, you’re okay“ he comforts as his pace becomes slower and slower until he finally stops the speed.

He holds you gently, pulling himself out of you.

“Are you okay? Was it okay? Do you need anything?” He checks up on you as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“It was good…so good” you chuckle and he slowly joins the chuckle too.

“Let’s get you some sleep” he smiles as he brings himself next to you.

Felix pulls out his phone to check the time and his eyes grow wide at a notification.

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘: 𝚆𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 ;)

The two of you forgot that Minho and Chan were helping you clean the house. Though it didn’t matter now, you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

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is this happiness?🩵 (ch 1)

Felix x fem!reader

Warning: drama, stressful situations, adult themes, cultural differences, sorrow, pregnancy, breeding death, self harm, cheating, bdsm, deceiving, homosexuality, bisexuality, coming out, lying , drinking, slurs, humiliation etc …basically pls don’t read if you’re under 18 🙏🏼

Please don’t copy my writing/story. Please remember this story is completely fictional and doesn’t represent the real people.

Chapter 1:

You were laying in bed playing with yourself while watching pregnant women reach their climax on your phone screen. You love the thought of switching places at them.

As you lay in bed, engrossed in the videos of pregnant women reaching their climaxes on your phone screen, you can't help but imagine yourself in their place. The thought of being so close to release while carrying a baby is an aphrodisiac for you.

You long to be in that position , your fingers moving faster and harder against your own flesh as you watch the women on your screen let out moans of pleasure. Your breathing turns into panting, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. Suddenly, you feel a strange sensation deep inside of you, your fingers moving faster and harder against your own flesh as you watch the women on your screen let out moans of pleasure. You can't stop thinking about being heavy and swollen. As you continue to watch the pregnant women on your phone screen, you feel almost as if your body is responding to the videos, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to actually be pregnant. The sensation intensifies as you watch more of the videos, and soon you find yourself becoming aroused not just by the thought of pregnancy, but also by the idea of being watched while experiencing it. You close your eyes and imagine someone watching over you, admiring your swollen belly and anticipating the moment you'll give birth.

"Look at your pregnant body wanting more of my cum" the man in the video spills.

As the words of the man with the husky voice in the video echo in your mind, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement. You imagine yourself under him, imagining as your swollen belly trembles with anticipation for his seed. "Yes daddy make me more pregnant..fill me up." You mumble to yourself. You can feel the wetness between your legs intensify as you continue to fantasize about the risk of getting impregnated . The thought of carrying another life inside of you is incredibly exciting, and you can't help but touch your stomach, imagining how it would feel to be truly pregnant. "Make me pregnant….make pregnant please daddy…make me a mommy." You babble on, too lost in the pleasure to notice what's happening around you. You forgot your boyfriend could be home any moment now. Your mind is consumed by the thought of being pregnant, your fingers digging deeper into your folds as you begin to rub your clit. You can't help but moan softly as the sensations build up inside of you. "Daddy…I need your cum…pleeeease fill me up daddy."

As you whisper those words to yourself, you feel your body tense up, ready to release. But before you can climax, you hear the sound of the front door opening. Your boyfriend has arrived home. You imagine your boyfriend filling you up with cum and forcing you to become pregnant.

Normally you greet him at the door but since you didn't answer the door, your boyfriend, Felix checks the bedroom and he hears you moaning behind the door "pls felix…make me pregnant…need your cum."

Felix, confused, but also aroused by the sound of your moans, slowly opens the door. He sees you lying in bed, your fingers moving frantically against your soaked panties, and your face contorted in pleasure.

He peeps through the door unknowing to you as your eyes are shut off in pleasure.

You scream out unable to control "fill me up …give me your seed please Felix."

Felix's eyes widen in surprise at the sight before him. You're lost in your own world, moaning and pleading for his cum. Despite the unusual circumstances, he can't help but feel turned on by the whole thing. He takes a deep breath and steps into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Felix...I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were home," you stammer, trying to regain your composure. You open your eyes and look at him, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. His eyes are fixed on you, and you can see the desire in them. "I...Felix...I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were home," you stammer, trying to regain your composure.

His eyes are fixed on you, and you can see the desire in them. "I..." You begin again, but before you can say anything else, Felix interrupts. "It's okay," he says, his voice low and husky. "I've been watching you for a while." You gasp as he admits this, feeling even more exposed. "I...I didn't know," you whisper. "And it turns me on." Felix confesses

Your heart races as you hear him admit that he's been watching you, and it turns him on. You feel a surge of desire for him, even though you're still trembling from your earlier climax. Felix steps closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me what you want."

You look up at him, feeling both vulnerable and powerful. "I want you to make me pregnant," you say softly, your fingers still tracing patterns on your stomach. "I want to feel your cum inside me, filling me up."

As soon as you utter those words, Felix's eyes darken with desire. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against your soaked panties. "You want my cum inside you?" he asks, his voice hoarse. You nod eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps.

Felix smirks as he watches you nod eagerly, his cock twitching with anticipation.

He knows what you desire, and he's more than willing to give it to you. With a swift movement, he grabs your panties and pulls them down your legs, exposing your wet folds to his gaze. Felix smirks as he watches you nod eagerly, his cock twitching with anticipation.

He leans down and takes your swollen clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently as his fingers find their way inside of you, searching for your G-spot. You moan loudly as he begins to tease you, your hips bucking up off the bed in response to his touch.

Your boyfriend's fingers find your G-spot and begin to massage it gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he continues to tease you with his fingers and his tongue, you can't help but beg for more. "Please, Felix," you whisper, your voice shaking with need. "I need your cum."

Felix smiles against your sensitive flesh, his tongue dancing around your clit as he hears you beg for him. He pulls away, leaving your swollen nub throbbing with desire, and positions his hard cock at your entrance. You're ready for him, your body aching for his possession.

Slowly, he pushes into you, filling you up with his thick length. You gasp as he pierces your tightness, but the pleasure overwhelms the pain. Felix begins to thrust into you, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic dance. His 6 pack hard abs contracting beautifully while thrusting you.

With each thrust, Felix grows bolder, pushing deeper into your wet heat. You moan loudly, arching your back off the bed as he takes you with rough, powerful strokes. Your breath comes in short gasps, and you dig your nails into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder.

He teases and pulls out making you cry.

"Felix!" you cry out, your body yearning for his touch. You beg him to fill you up again, and he smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

With one powerful thrust, he pushes back into you, claiming you as his own.

You cry out in pleasure as Felix's thick cock fills you up once again. He starts pounding into you, his hips slapping against yours in a primal rhythm. Your back arches off the bed, and your fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises.

He pushes you to the edge and pulls out again.

He pushes you to the edge and pulls out again. "Felix, please!" you moan, your body craving his release. He smirks as he watches you beg, his cock twitching with anticipation. With one swift motion, he lines himself up and thrusts deep into you, filling you up once again. His hips slam into yours, driving him deeper.

Felix pulls himself out of you again for the third time absolutely ruining your orgasm.

You gasp in shock and frustration as he pulls out for the third time, your body shuddering with the intensity of your denied orgasm. Felix leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "You want my cum, baby?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

“Tell me why do you want my cum baby…" he asks in his baritone voice. “Why do you want my cum baby" he asks in his baritone voice. You gasp, your body still trembling from the denied orgasm, unable to speak. "You want it inside you?" Felix asks, his voice darkening. You nod, your eyes locked on his. Felix chuckles, a deep, satisfied sound. "Then beg for it," he commands.

"Tell me exactly why you want my cum." He growls at you. You gulp, your mouth suddenly dry. You look up at him, your eyes pleading. "I need it, Felix. I need your cum inside me. It's what I’ve been waiting for, what we've built up to. Please, I need it to complete us." You whisper, your voice trembling with desire. "I need your cum, your essence to make me…"

"Go on babe say it" Felix command.

You gulp, your mouth suddenly dry. "I need your cum so that you put a baby inside me," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Felix stares down at you, his eyes dark with desire. A slow smile spreads across his face as he watches you squirm under his gaze. "You want my baby?" He asks, his voice thick with emotion. You nod eagerly, tears welling up in your eyes. "Then take it."

Felix thrusts back into you, his cock pumping with determination. You moan loudly as he fills you up once again, his thick length stretching you to the brink of ecstasy. His hips slam into yours, driving him deeper with each stroke.

You moan his name "mmmm lix..so good." You moan his name "mmmm lix..so good." Lix is your nickname for him. Felix smirks, his eyes locked on yours. "That's it baby, take it all," he growls. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, claiming you completely. Your body quivers under the onslaught of sensations as he takes you to the edge.

Felix smirks, his eyes locked on yours. "That's it baby, take it all," he growls. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, claiming you completely. Your body quivers under the onslaught of sensations as he takes you to the edge.

Felix wraps his arms around you pulling you close to his side and thrusts inside you at a rapid speed. Your walls getting rubbed up and down by his cock.

With each thrust, he pushes you closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation. You can feel the heat building up inside you, his thick length stretching you to the brink of ecstasy. You moan his name, your voice hoarse from the pleasure.

"I'm gonna put a baby inside you, love." Felix babbles You gasp, your body shuddering at the thought of being impregnated by him. "Please, Felix," you moan, arching your back off the bed. "Give me your baby." Your walls clench around his cock, milking him for every drop of cum.

Felix's eyes widen, his body tense as he feels your walls clenching around him. He picks up his pace, pounding into you with more force than ever before. "Fuck!" He grunts. "I'm gonna fill you up!"

You feel the familiar heat building up deep inside you, and with a powerful thrust, Felix empties himself into you. His hot seed fills you, pulsing with each heartbeat. You moan his name as he continues to pump his cum into you, filling you up completely. "Mmmmm, you're mine."

"Look at that, I’m filling up your womb, baby.." hi whispers. You pant as you feel his thick cum filling you up, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. Felix's eyes are filled with love and desire as he gazes down at you, his chest heaving from the exertion.

As he finishes filling you up, he pulls out of you slowly, his cock sliding out with a wet, squelching sound. He lays down beside you, pulling you into his strong embrace. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "Right now out baby could growing inside you."

You nod, your eyes filled with tears of joy and love. "Our baby," you whisper, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You feel the warmth of his skin against yours, their bodies entwined in a perfect embrace. Your pussy twitches at the thought of having a baby inside you. Felix smiles, kissing the top of your head. "Our baby," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. He gently strokes your hair, running his fingers through the strands.

He gently strokes your hair, running his fingers through the strands. "Lix…can I sleep with your cock buried inside me please? I feel empty without you ." you plead at him.

Felix's heart melts at your request. He nods, his cock already beginning to stir again. Slowly, he positions himself between your legs and slides his cock back inside you, filling you up once again. You moan in pleasure as he pushes deeper, claiming you completely.

The two of you fall into a deep, contented sleep, Felix's cock buried inside you, his thick cum slowly seeping out of you. As you drift off to sleep, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you.Your bodies intimately connected as you two drift off to sleep.

As you both drift off to sleep, your bodies entwined, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. The warmth of Felix's skin against yours, his strong arms wrapped around you, and his cock buried deep inside you create a cozy and comforting feeling.

In your dreams, you find yourself walking down a beautiful, sunlit beach. The soft sand squishes between your toes as you stroll along the shore, feeling the cool ocean breeze on your face. You feel a flutter in your stomach, and you realize that it's not just the wind. It's your baby moving inside you! You look down at your growing belly, filled with wonder and joy. Suddenly, Felix appears beside you, his hand resting gently on your stomach. "Hello, little one."

He whispers, his voice filled with love and anticipation. Together, you and Felix walk along the beach, talking about your dreams for your child, the life you'll build together, and all the adventures that lie ahead.

The sun starts to set, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of colors. As the stars start to twinkle in the sky, you and Felix share a tender kiss, your love for each other and your unborn child radiating through every fiber of your being. In this perfect moment, you know that nothing else matters.

You both wake up the next morning, still entwined, the warmth of each other's bodies a comforting reminder of the night before. The sun is shining brightly through the window, casting a warm glow over the room.

"Good morning," you whisper, your voice hoarse from the passion of the night before. Felix chuckles softly, his cock twitching inside you. "Good morning, my love. How do you feel?" He asks, his eyes filled with concern.

You smile and run your fingers through his chest hair. "I feel wonderful. Felix, last night was incredible. I don't think I've ever felt so loved or cherished before." You lean in and kiss him softly on the lips, tasting the remnants of their passion from the night before.

Felix automatically starts thrusting in and out his morning wood in your pussy. You moan softly, your body responding to his movements instinctively. "Felix," you breathe his name out, "I want this baby. I want our baby. I want to build a life with you, to grow old together, and to experience every moment of love and joy that life has to offer."

"I'm gonna give you all of it my love"

"I'm gonna give you my cum, my cock, my baby and all of my time….all for you love" Felix tells you

As you continue to share a tender moment together, lost in each other's eyes and the promise of a future filled with love and happiness. His morning wood slides in and out of your pussy, creating a rhythm that matches the beat of your hearts. You feel his warm cum shooting deep inside you, filling you up with his essence. As he pulls out, his cock softening, you hold him tightly, savoring the moment. The two of you lie together, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, content and at peace with the world.

As the day progresses, you and Felix decide to take a trip to the store to pick up some groceries. The sun is shining brightly, and the air is crisp with a hint of fall in the air.

After some time, you two forgot you had lost control in the heat of the moment and had unprotected sex on that day.

In the next few weeks, you decided to focus on getting healthy and decided to join the gym. You spend hours at the gym, working out and eating healthy meals. One day, as you're lifting weights, you feel a sudden rush of dizziness. You stumble out of the gym and find a nearby bench to sit down. Felix is right by your side, looking worried.

Soon enough you become unconscious. Felix started panicking. When you wake up, you're in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and concerned faces. Felix is sitting beside you, holding your hand tightly. "My love, are you okay?" He asks, his voice trembling with fear. You try to speak, but your throat feels dry and scratchy. "what happened…? I can't remember well." You feel weak.

The doctor steps in, a concerned look on his face. "Miss, you were found unconscious at the gym. We're not sure what caused it, but we're running some tests to figure it out." He explains. Felix nods, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Felix ….I'm scared." You say weakly. Felix squeezes your hand reassuringly. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll get through this together. Just focus on getting better, okay?" He says with a gentle smile. You manage a small smile back at him, feeling a little better knowing that he's by your side.

You wait for the doctor to tell you the results. As the days pass, the doctors run numerous tests but still can't find anything wrong with you. You start to worry, and Felix remains by your side throughout the whole ordeal. After some time passes, the doctor finally approaches you with the results. "Miss, we've run all the tests we can think of, and we still can't find anything wrong with you. However, we think it might be best if you took a pregnancy test just to be sure." The doctor suggests. You look at Felix, who nods encouragingly.

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hdhdgsgs · 1 year

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Felix

Laying in Felix’s arms after a long day was a great experience, as he held you a comfortable silence blanketed itself over the entire rooms atmosphere, it was a huge wooden room, royal looking but classy, a fireplace and slightly cabiny.

“Felix?” His hands stopped momentarily from rubbing your back as he was brought back to earth. “Yes dear?” He started moving his hands again, smelling your hair and inhaling your sent, enjoying the here and now.

“Even if you don’t love me and this is some big scheme, which you can’t blame me for thinking, I will always remember the softer moments we share, I love just being around you and I love you so much.” He hummed in response. “I suppose I care for you too, maybe.” His head was lightly hit by his lovers hand only to move into playing with his hair. “Alright, I do love you sweetheart. Now go to sleep, I want to rest with you for a little longer before we have to go to my cousin’s.”

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Wanna give him a big hug and cuddle while he rants about the social economic state of the world.

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lixieswritingbakery · 2 years

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Better Late Than Never -Lee Felix

genre: Fluff sjfnsdjfndj aaaaaaaaaaaa

word count: ~800 words

warnings/content: SDJFNSJDFNJK Fluffiest work in a while. Felix alien!au. Part two to this , gn! reader

Today was the day of your highly anticipated graduation. You woke up bright and early to get ready for this once-in-a-lifetime event. After eating a full breakfast, you passed by the doorway to get your keys when you suddenly noticed a strangely titled letter.

“Remember me?”

You were freaked out by this anonymous message as it seemed like it was out to get you. You quickly stuffed it into your bag. On your way to the school you were attending, strange noises kept startling you enough to make you turn back and wonder: Were you being stalked?! You shook your head fiercely after turning around for the billionth time. There was no way you could let this ruin your day.

And in no way did it get ruined.

You were recommended by teachers to be the one making a speech in the ceremony. You treated this as a great honour and prepared for it ever so seriously. To your surprise, no fuck-ups were made and you even earnt a standing ovation. It wasn’t like you doubted yourself, but a little something-or someone, caught your attention. You didn’t believe it was the alien you saw all those months back. After the whole ceremony, you chatted with your friends and discussed your future in college, you slowly began to drift away from the conversation with the thought of Felix lingering in your mind. You picked up your pace and began power-walking outside the hall to find that dorky, adorable alien you oh-so-wanted to see.

Once you stepped out of the school gates for one last time, you saw Felix’s back facing you, seemingly fiddling with something. “...Felix?” You muttered. He slowly, rigidly, turned around, like a mime caught in action. The being slowly pulled out an odd bag of…something, with “SPECIAL BROWNIES!” labelled on the bag, scraps of masking tape covering half of the opening. You gave it a weird look, he probably didn’t know about what the other meaning of “special” was. When you looked back up from the bag, you saw Felix’s slightly saddened expression. God, those puppy eyes. God, that pout. God, that adorable face of his. He’s going to be the death of you.

“Do you…not like it?” Eyes watery, Felix asked. You frantically shook your head. “No! No! Of course not!” You exclaimed. Felix immediately brightened up, and flashed you that smile you missed all those months ago. “Come on! I know you love these.” He said. You quickly nodded, and sank your teeth into the amazing brownie that came from Felix’s “fridge”. You let out an audible sigh, letting Felix know how much you enjoyed said brownies. Once you scarfed down those brownies, you noticed an envelope at the bottom of the bag.

Ah, that’s why the bag looked weirdly sealed, you thought. Once again, you looked back up at Felix, mouth still filled with the brownies. He chuckled and wiped away the stray crumbs that dotted around your lips. “So kissable,” he thought. Felix quickly rid himself of the thoughts and the forming blush on his cheeks, and told you to open it.

“To Y/N,

It’s my first time writing a letter to you, isn’t it? I’m sorry I couldn’t send you letters during your study sessions (since nobody trusts the delivery services), so I had CB97-10 (a.k.a “Chan”) help me write and deliver this safely. Jeez, I wouldn’t have known what to do if he hadn’t come up with this idea. I guess you could call him my “wingman” (Is that the correct spelling?).

Anyway, I’ve been missing you since you left my little “abode” of a spaceship. I’ve always wished to see you again after your exams, as creepy as that might sound. Now that I finally get to see you, I just want to say that I’m really proud of you for finishing this year! I know how human and alien schools both have intense curriculums, so I’d like to congratulate you for completing another year!

Now, let “real-time Felix” steal the show!

Look up :)”

You looked up from the letter, feeling all mushy from the words of encouragement. You saw the boy take a deep breath. Oh no. That’s usually not a good sign. What if he never wants to see you again after this? Did some alien pseudo-God convince the whole population to never interact with humans again? God, your overthinking ass was running endlessly around your brain, screaming bloody murder. Your hands started to break out in sweat, causing you to step back in nervousness.

He took another shaky, deep breath. He could do this, but he couldn’t screw this up. No way. The words fell out of his mouth like a stream. “Y/N…Do you like me”

A gasp left your lips.

You didn’t think he would return those feelings you deemed as “puppy love”, but instead hid them away to focus on your studies, tucking your thoughts of Felix into the metaphorical “Back pocket” of your mind.

“After all this time, I could never not love you.”

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Part Two: Novelty Mugs

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🌹taglist: open! @drhsthl @propertyoftoru

He offered his arm, elbow bent for you to link with. You briefly considered denying the gesture, but the way his smile bloomed across freckled cheeks made it impossible to say no.

🌹warnings: swearing, potential mention of cheating ex, alcohol

🌹w/c: 4472

🌹a/n: it’s been a long time, but i’m FINALLY finished with this part. I’m so, so sorry for the delays. I’ve been having to work overtime, hardly any days off due to short staff. I hope that this part lives up to your expectations and was worth the wait. Thank you for those who stuck around for this. ❣️ The end of this chapter is a little rushed, but my excitement to write it was dwindled by the long workdays. I hope it’s still alright.

Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender, was a lot of things.

Cheerful? Of course! This man was sunshine in corporeal form, with a smile infectious enough to soften even the steeliest of exteriors. Awkward? Certainly! On a near-weekly basis he would confidently say, “You, too!” in reply to a drive-thru worker telling him to enjoy his meal. Selfless? Without a doubt! He once had literally given the shirt off his back to a stray cat he’d seen scuttle down an alley, claiming it was far too cold for it to sleep without a blanket.

Prideful, however, was the farthest thing from anyone’s mind when the bubbly blonde’s name came up in conversation.

But yet, as he bookmarked the address of your “date” into his phone’s GPS, he couldn’t help but allow himself to stroke his ego - just a little bit.

He would be the first to admit that, in his efforts to be sure to leave you with a good impression, he may or may not have stayed up until birdsong overtook the nighttime trill of crickets and cicadas. It wasn’t that he thought you would be angry with him that he poured so much effort into planning, though. Felix simply wanted to give you a properly inspiring date, a thank-you in advance for helping him catch the eye of Ryujin - or as he would confidently proclaim, the future love of his life.

His late night resulted in him waking up later than usual, meandering lazily to his kitchen at half-past noon in search of caffeine. He groaned as he pulled the last pod of medium-roast Colombian from its box, dreading another bound-to-be-awkward encounter with the grocery clerk.

After Felix placed the cup into the machine - having to try twice to actually hit the start button through his sleep-addled vision - the inviting scent of coffee filled the air. Once he’d added an unnecessary amount of cream and sugar, settling in on the couch comfortably, he’d finally unlocked his phone to go through the notifications he’d missed during his well-earned slumber.

Social media updates took up most of the screen, but there was only one thing that had Felix grinning into his coffee; the confirmation email from the art center he’d reserved in the evening, from six to eight, for your first official outing.

It was a hole-in-the-wall art studio, occupying the top floor of a three-story brick building downtown. Although it had fantastic reviews, Felix had been pretty surprised to never have heard of the place. The images Google had provided showed a warm-looking interior; deep burgundy walls and paint-splattered hardwood floors encapsulating several two-seated tables with a barrier inbetween them.

The idea was for couples to show up together, pick out a piece of pottery, and paint it for their partner all while sipping on the wine provided by the studio. Hiding the end result until they’d put them in the kiln together resulted in a surprise within what could already be considered an out-of-the-ordinary date. 24 to 48 hours later, they could pick their pieces up and bring them home - a permanent souvenir of the day spent together between lovebirds.

Or, in you and Felix’s case, friends with the most unconventional of benefits.

The mirth of his expression remained as he opened Tinder, shooting a quick message to inform you to be ready by 5:30, including what he considered to be a polite offer to pick you up if you were comfortable sharing your address. Eight separate texts formed a charmingly cumbersome infodump:

Hi! Our date is a go, six to eight!

I’ll pick you up around 5:30?

if you want! Only if you’re comfortable, I mean.

I am some dude from the internet and all.

Sorry.

But the offer stands!

Let me know.

Finishing off the last of his sugary drink, he set the mug aside to prepare himself for the endeavor, giddy excitement bubbling deep within his chest as he saw your reply flash on the screen, Google Maps location included:

You’re so weird. I’ll be ready! Apartment 4.

It was 5:15 and Jisung was doing everything he could to make getting ready into the most mind-boggling experience imaginable.

“You do realize you have no idea where you’re going?” he asked from his perch on the edge of your bed, popping one of the grapes from the bag he stole from your fridge into his mouth.

“Yeah, so?” You looked over your outfit in the mirror - a deep blue sweater and nice black jeans - before turning to him with your hands on your hips.

“What if he’s taking you somewhere super ritzy?” his words came out jumbled from the several pieces of fruit he held in his cheeks, making it hard to consider the possibility that he had a point seriously.

“Do you think he would?” You wondered this yourself; what kind of dates would Felix be taking you on? Would he go traditional, dinner and a movie? The inclusion of a timeframe for the date led you to believe it might be on the nicer side, but he certainly wouldn’t be taking you to a black-tie restaurant – right?

“I dunno, despite my best attempts I haven’t met the guy!” Han laughed while you rolled your eyes. He’d been annoyingly persistent about wanting to meet the guy you were seeing - even if it wasn’t romantic. ‘I’m your best friend, it’s the law,’ he’d said when he’d come over for drinks after your first meeting with your fount of inspiration, only leading you to flick him on the forehead.

“I don’t know why you’re so insistent,” you complained, flopping down next to him on the bed face down, turning your face to the side as to not muffle your response with your pillow, “It’s not like we’re seriously together.”

“I know, stupid,” he pouted, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna know who’s taking my best friend’s time away from me!” As your eyelids drooped into an expression of annoyance, his frown only grew deeper, “What if he kidnaps you? And I can’t even tell the police what he looks like.”

“You’ve literally seen his photos, Ji,” you deadpanned, propping up on your elbow to steal a grape.

“That’s beside the point,” he dismissed you with a wave of his hands, pulling the grapes out of your reach, “Thief.”

“I literally bought those. They were in my fridge until you took them,” you reminded him with an exasperated sigh.

“No, I was saving them from a terrible life of rotting away while you live on takeout.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, rising once more to your feet to peruse your shoes.

“So you’re really wearing that?” Jisung asked slowly, disapproval shooting from his dark eyes as he watched you grab a pair of boots.

“And you’re not really shutting up, so I guess we’re even.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he stood up, making his way to the kitchen to put the grapes back.

“Bring me my coffee!” You called as you zipped the sides of the worn leather against your ankle.

He hadn’t responded, simply opting to grab the novelty mug from the counter and carry it back with him, setting it on your vanity. He guffawed as he read the side, remembering the day he’d gotten it for you.

“I can’t believe I caused the start of the strangest collection I’ve ever seen,” he mused, grin only growing wider as you gave him a narrowed side-eye.

“Don’t look at me like that! I got you one cheesy mug once and now that’s all you drink out of.”

You looked down at the item in question, remembering the proud smirk on Jisung’s face when he’d gifted it to you as a gag four Christmases ago. He was very, very proud of his cringeworthy kitchenware choice, pretending that he knew you would love it when you’d started gathering more and more of a similar nature.

‘I TURN COFFEE INTO BOOKS’ in bold, black print stared at you tauntingly. If only it were that easy, you wouldn’t be getting ready for a mystery date with barely more than a stranger.

You supposed Jisung was right, perhaps twenty novelty coffee cups was a bit on the excessive side, but they brought you joy. That was a good enough reason, right? The stupid little sayings were just dumb enough to bring the ghost of a smile onto your face, even in dark times.

“Don’t hate on my trashy ceramics, Han Jisung,” you warned, sipping the barely-sweetened drink.

“Not hating, just criticizing,” he corrected, cackling when you held your middle finger up from the handle whilst taking another drink of the room-temperature coffee.

“It’s not hurting anyone,” you muttered after swallowing, walking to the living room with Han on your heels.

“I know, I know,” he agreed, following your lead and sitting across from you on the couch. You’d thought he was going to head out, seeing as you were now ready. At the inquisitive raise of a brow that met his actions, he returned to the prior conversation, “So, I’m meeting him today right?”

“Oh my God, Ji,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as you fought the urge to shout, “Why won’t you let this go?”

“Because!” he whined, kicking his feet like a spoiled child, “Our Friday night tradition of horrible movies and beer is being infringed upon!” he continued to cry out dramatically, “I gotta meet the culprit!”

“That…” you sighed, “That makes absolutely no sense.”

“But it does!” he insisted, grand gestures of his hands accentuating just how serious he was. “You see, if he’s a cool dude? I won’t be so peeved by it. If he sucks? I’ll feel vindicated in my righteous fury! You just gotta let m–”

“If I let you meet him will you shut up?” You cut him off, unable to take even one more begging word from his lips.

“I will take a vow of silence at a monastery, at this point.” He solemnly agreed.

“That’s a little extreme,” you chuckled softly, “Besides, they’d kick you out in like…a week. Tops.”

“True, true,” he agreed. Following a very, very short lived silence, he reiterated, “So this means I am meeting him…right?”

“Ugh!” you complained, throwing a decorative pillow at his face.

“Bitch!” he shouted, widened surprise overtook by an all-too-familiar mischievous glint as he stood to take a step towards you.

“Don’t you fucking dare…” you warned, rising to your feet and backing away.

“You started this, kid,” he said with a calm smile, approaching you carefully as you set the mug down on the table - a smart move when Jisung was on one of his many ‘rampages.’

“Please, Ji. You’re gonna ruin my makeup!” you pleaded, pointlessly in his eyes, as you felt the cool of your countertops come into contact with your back - effectively trapping you.

“You should’ve thought of that before throwing things at me,” he laughed, launching himself forward to attack the sides of your ribs with rough tickles.

“Get off me!” You squealed, writhing sporadically in an attempt to get away from the onslaught. Jisung merely cackled as he continued attacking your sides, eyes glittering with joy at the sight of you helplessly flailing.

“I mean it! Get off!” you shouted between bursts of screaming laughter, doing your utmost to remove him from your proximity.

“No, you asked for this!” he chuckled darkly, his fingertips digging harder into your sides making you yelp.

“C-can’t b-breathe!” you urged, face reddening as he ceaselessly tickled your sides.

“Too bad!” He laughed, showing no signs of stopping until your front door flung open. His eyes mirrored your own, round as saucers with shock at the sound of the knob against the entryway’s wall.

The blonde only one of you knew stormed into your apartment, uninvited, with a more serious expression than you ever could’ve pictured him wearing. His hair was slicked back out of his face, giving him a much more mature presence alongside the seriousness in his glaring eyes and thinned lips.

“Get off of her!” Felix shouted, storming in with his fists balled up at his sides. His shoulders were tensed as he strode towards Jisung, a certain sureness in his step - the kind that made you think your best friend might get punched - quickly bringing you to action.

Placing yourself between the two men, you quickly tried to explain, “No, Felix! It’s okay!” your attempt seemed pointless, his worry-creased brow shadowing the icy stare that darted between you and Jisung.

“It didn’t sound okay,” he near-whispered, the gravely depth of his voice rumbling in his chest as he stared Jisung down from over your shoulder, jaw tensing and relaxing rhythmically as he tried to keep his emotions in check.

“It’s fine, he’s my friend,” you continued slowly, heart racing from the previous tickle-fest and a momentary fear for Jisung’s safety.

“You were screaming,” Felix continued, face as concerned as it could possibly be, “I heard you say you couldn’t breathe!” he continued to insist.

“I was tickling her, you goon,” Jisung burst into a fit of laughter, suddenly doubling over as he clutched his stomach.

“Tickling…you..?” Felix asked, any trace of malice being replaced with shock and confusion before he flushed a deep red, suddenly aware of the fact he’d just busted into your apartment without knocking.

“Yeah,” you agreed, a small snort from your nose betraying your honest attempt not to laugh at the well-meaning man.

“I–” he started, only to swallow thickly as the shades of his face went from scarlet to white, paling with shame, “I am so, so sorry!” He clasped his hands in front of his face, eyes clenched shut tightly as though he were praying.

“Felix, it’s fine,” you encouraged, still trying to hold down the laughter that threatened to bubble from your tightened lips.

“I genuinely thought someone was hurting you, I didn’t think, I just barged in here!” he ran a hand through his hair, eyes bugging out as he took a shaky breath, “I just waltzed right in and almost punched your friend in the face…” He looked like he’d seen a ghost as he whispered the last sentence, hiding his second round of blushing behind his hands.

“Best friend,” Jisung corrected, finding the whole situation remarkably funnier than Felix had as he wiped a tear from his eye.

From behind the curtain of his fingers, you could see his face shift even darker as he grumbled, “Oh, God, I am so stupid. So, so stupid.”

“Are you kidding?” Jisung asked at the same time you’d tried to reassure Felix that you know he had good intentions, “That was the funniest thing that’s happened to me in months!”

“You–” Felix peered at Jisung from behind parted digits, shoulders slowly sinking as he relaxed, “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?!” Jisung began another round of cackling before stepping around you to place a hand on Felix’s shoulder, “I’m honestly relieved that you’d be sure to keep my favorite idiot safe –” he ignored the pointed glare you sent his way, not missing a single beat, “I’m Han Jisung.”

Felix stared at his outstretched palm for a solid five seconds before tentatively shaking it, face breaking out into a meeker version of his typical beam, “Lee Felix,” he returned, visibly relaxing as the interaction continued.

“Now that no one is going to get beat up…” you interrupted, picking up your mug and sipping to calm the dryness fear had left in your throat as you finished the last of your drink, “It’s about time for us to head out, yeah?”

The way Felix stared at your mug didn’t go unnoticed by you. Or Jisung.

“I know, I was just telling her how stupid they are,” Jisung explained, earning your balled up fist shaking in his face. He pushed it away with a chuckle, “But she keeps buying more and more.”

You flushed, both mortified and irritated with Jisung openly teasing you in front of Felix.

Felix shook his head, “I think it’s kind of fun, actually! Like a nice little message with your coffee,” he explained his theory in earnest, not a single hint of a joke present in his rich voice, “Something to smile about in the mornings.”

You shot him a grateful look, both for understanding and not joining in with Jisung’s jabs, holding back a smirk as Jisung frowned.

“Don’t encourage her,” Jisung said with mock annoyance, throwing his head forward into his hands as though it were the worst possible thing that could happen.

“But, you were right,” Felix smiled down at you, eyes twinkling, “I don’t want us to be late! I’m really proud of this date.”

He offered his arm, elbow bent for you to link with. You briefly considered denying the gesture, but the way his smile bloomed across freckled cheeks made it impossible to say no. Joining arms, he walked you towards the still-open door, Jisung hollering an empty threat of, “Have her home by ten! No shenanigans!” bringing laughter to both of your lips the second the door closed behind you.

You weren’t sure what you expected Lee Felix, twenty three year old bartender, to drive - but an old pickup truck certainly wasn’t high on the list.

He opened the creaky door for you, letting you use his surprisingly sturdy shoulder to climb into the cab before getting in the driver’s seat.

“I’m still sorry about barging in,” he admitted before starting the vehicle, turning the radio down into a faint hum appropriate for conversing over.

“Don’t be,” you said with a genuine smile, “I think that may have been the highlight of Jisung’s year.”

“Almost getting punched counts as a highlight?” he asked, brow raising as he watched the road ahead, shifting into drive to start your journey.

“You’ll understand if you spend time with him,” you said with a shrug. You’d be the first to admit the enigma that was Han Jisung took longer than a few moments to crack.

Felix simply hummed a response, eyes focused on the road ahead as the two of you fell into a calm silence, thrumming of the truck’s engine providing just enough white noise to keep it from being awkward.

It wasn’t until Felix informed you that you’d arrived that the stillness was broken, earning a confused look from you as you stared up at the unassuming masonry concealing your destination.

“What is this..?” You asked quietly, getting nothing from Felix but an excited giggle before he clambered out of his seat, rushing to open yours.

“You’ll see,” he finally replied, feeling the need to reassure you without giving away his entire plan, “It’s on the third floor.”

“That tells me literally nothing,” you joked, accepting his arm immediately this time as he led you inside.

“That’s the point.”

As the two of you grew nearer to the top floor, the smell of clay overtook the mustiness that otherwise occupied the stairwell. Soon after, nearly ruining Felix’s well-kept secret, the familiar fumes of paint wafted to your curious nose.

“We’re painting?” You asked, untangling your elbows as Felix stepped in front of you to hold the door.

“Kind of,” he admitted, gesturing for you to walk in.

As you did, everything clicked. The walls were filled with shelf upon shelf of unpainted pottery, everything from sculptures to kitchenware ripe for the taking.

Before you could vocalize your understanding, a middle aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair approached the two of you with a warm smile.

“Hello! You must be Mr. Lee!” She mirrored the nod Felix gave her before taking a few steps towards a table, “Right this way, kids.”

Felix followed her diligently, tugging on your sleeve to pull you back from the trance the shelves seemed to have put you in. The woman stopped, nodding towards a table with a divider and explaining how everything worked - though it was rather self explanatory - before leaving you and Felix to it.

“What’re you gonna pick?” you asked as you browsed the same shelf on opposite sides, running your fingers over the hardened clay of a statuette.

“I can’t tell you, that ruins the surprise,” he deadpanned, focused eyes visible through empty space on the shelf.

“Then I’m not telling you either,” you warned, moving on to a set of teacups as you watched carefully for any reaction on his face.

“Of course,” he agreed, gaze still holding immovable concentration as he scoured his side.

“You really don’t wanna know?” you reiterated.

“No, I’ll see after you paint it.”

His eyes remained focused on the task at hand, brows knitting together with the sheer concentration he was putting into his choice. The moment you brought your attention back to the decision you had yet to make, your gaze fell on a set of three shot glasses.

Now, you weren’t an expert on the man by any means, but it seemed safe to assume that Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender, could make use out of the trio of cups.

You lifted the tray they were sitting on carefully, checking once to be sure Felix’s attention was still on his selection before carrying them back to your half of the divided table. Grabbing a few selections of pastel-colored glazes before taking a seat, you began your task. Half of one glass was a pretty, baby pink when the man of the hour took his place across from you.

“Welcome back,” you hummed, face scrunching in concentration as you meticulously stained the rim of a glass.

Felix simply chuckled in response, bass tones resonating within his chest bringing an immediate comfort along with them. You painted your choices in a comfortable silence for a while, long enough for you to finish painting the outside of the three shot glasses with their own respective pastel; pink, green, and blue.

“How’s it comin’ along over there?” Felix asked softly, rich voice filling the once stagnant air.

“I think it’s going well,” you smiled, though he wouldn’t be able to see it through the divider, “Hard to tell, the glazes all look so light before they’re fired.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” the low-level panic in his voice brought the imagery of a deer in headlights to your mind’s eye as he continued, “I wanna make you something nice but I’m pretty sure I just used blue instead of orange.”

You snorted softly, pulling the brush away from the piece you were working on so as not to ruin it with the movement laughter would bring.

“You’re the one who has to take any mistake I make on this home,” he reminded you, warning tone betrayed by the tangible mirth behind his words, “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” a smirk played at the corners of your lips as you brushed off his complaint, grabbing a smaller brush to paint a daisy at the bottom of the glass you were working on.

You recreated the delicate blossom inside of the three remaining pieces, content with how the delicate nature of the flower seemed to mirror that of the man across from you.

“I think I’m done after I add the shine coat,” Felix spoke again, clattering of brushes filling the brief quiet before he resumed, “How far are you?”

“Same,” you reached for the coat of finish to your left only to pause at the unexpected sensation of warm fingers beneath your touch. Felix had been reaching for the same tub, the two of you unable to see which the other had opted to take through the separating screen.

The second and a half it took for the two of you to recoil your hands and apologize felt like at least two minutes, heat rushing to your - and surely Felix’s - cheeks.

“I’ll take the other one,” Felix spoke quickly, pitch of his voice uncharacteristically high as the bottle to the right disappeared from view. You swallowed the embarrassed lump in your throat, managing only to hum an affirmation before taking the bottle you’d originally gone for.

The silence wasn’t quite as comfortable this time around, brushstrokes being the only awkward attempt at noise before a slightly-less ruffled Felix piped up once more.

“Your hands are really soft.”

His voice was gentle, as though you were a wild animal he was anxious of startling away. Though careful, there was no hiding the genuine warmth in his voice - that very warmth melting away any of the discomfort you’d been feeling moments prior.

“Yours, too,” you agreed, cringing briefly at the lameness of your response until Felix’s bright laugh chased any dark cloud away.

“Really?” he asked with a happiness reminiscent of a child in a candy shop, “I started using this new lotion, it smells really nice so I hoped it would work! The cleaning supplies I use at work were really drying out my hands, and–”

“Yes, Felix,” you cut him off as you giggled, picturing his fluffy hair bouncing as he went on his excited tangent. Though your time of knowing him wasn’t long, the way he would launch himself into topics had a distinct way of bringing forth your care.

The laughter in your voice was replaced with simple affection as you reiterated, “Your hands are really soft.”

The woman from earlier came by then, tired eyes scanning both of your pieces before asking if you were finished. After the two of you confirmed you were done, she nodded, “I’ll take care of the rest and call you when you can pick them up, kids.”

After thanking her for her help and gathering your things, Felix led you back to his truck and drove you home in a once-again comfortable silence.

As you reentered your apartment, having dismissed Felix’s near insistence to walk you the entire way to your door, you were met instantly with a very chirpy inquisition from Jisung - sprawled in typical fashion across the couch.

“So,” he grinned, wagging his eyebrows, “How was it?”

For a moment, you weren’t quite sure how to answer. You hadn’t been out in so long, it wasn’t too strange for you to shy away from any specifics.

You’d debated telling him about the details; how your limited knowledge of Felix led you to paint him some shot glasses with happy flowers inside, how you could still feel the heat from where his hand had grazed your own, how you felt almost too comfortable in his presence for how close to a stranger he still was.

“It was nice,” you said instead as you smiled, removing your shoes before grabbing a beer, joining your best friend on the couch for a delayed movie night.

And it was.

Your first not-a-date date with Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender - with very soft hands was nice.

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no nut november - lee felix (3rd to lose)

-> pairing : felix x fem!reader

-> words count : 2,9k

-> genre : smut, etablished relation

-> warnings : you're both whipped for each other, felix being sweet, teasing, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, marking, riding + the way i'm depicting felix does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | no nut november

Felix told you immediately about the bet. He wasn’t particularly competitive, but it was mostly to prove to himself that he could do it. And being the sweet girlfriend you were, you agreed to participate with him. You continued to make him lunch, to sleep while cuddling with him, to take your shower together when you could, and so far so good.

Hyunjin lost first, and then Changbin announced that he was out too, making Felix very confident in his chances to win. The second week of November was almost over, and he was more than ready to go through the third one. But at the same time, it was getting harder to keep the same routine with you when he wanted you so bad.

At first, it was easy. You had been together for two years now, and you were used to him being away for a long time and thus not getting to touch the other. But it was absolutely not the same. When he was alone in his hotel room, you weren’t there, grazing your nails against his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, all snuggled up to him and your breath tickling his neck. No, you weren’t there, and it might make him lose - both the bet and his mind.

He could just have told you to get off of him, but he felt guilty : he couldn’t even take care of you, and he didn’t want to keep that away from you too - but also because feeling so close to you was one of his favourite things ever.. You always did that when you two watched a movie, and usually, he appreciated it and it relaxed him. But today, it was just enough to get him turned on.

“- You okay Lixie ?”

Your sweet voice interrupted the dirty thoughts of your boyfriend. You certainly had noticed that he was tense and that he was staring blankly at the screen of the TV, not understanding a word of the movie you put on earlier.

“- Yeah, don’t worry love, everything’s alright.”

He smiled at you, but he saw that you weren’t convinced. Still, you didn’t push him further and came back to your previous activity, assuming that it wasn’t that important, or that if he needed to, he’ll talk to you when he’ll be ready. Felix knew it, and that made him feel even more guilty. You were nowhere near from thinking about what he was thinking right now, you were just worried he was upset by something. But the only thing that was upsetting him at the moment was his desire for you.

Don’t get him wrong, he was head over heels for you and he knew he was going to marry you one day. You were his soulmate and he loved you more than anything, but, right now, he was thinking about your body and nothing else, in a way that was all but respectful. You did nothing to try to seduce him, really, but it was already too late and his mind was filled with all the memories of you crying his name in pleasure.

Even if he couldn’t touch you like he wanted to, Felix thought that kissing you couldn’t be that bad. He would be able to kiss you without going further, he was sure. You were doing it all the time, no reasons to lose control right ?

Right ?

Kissing you was the worst idea he ever had. It all started innocently, just little pecks on each other's lips. But Felix needed more, just a little more. So he started to deepen the kisses, his hands slipping from your cheeks to the back of your head. And finally, he guided his tongue in your mouth. And then, he felt like he could never stop. He wanted to stay there forever, with you on his lap, your fingers gripping his hair and whining into his mouth.

Though, you seemed to have more consciousness left than him because you pulled back, breathing as heavily as him and lust filling your eyes. But you didn’t seem eager to act on it.

“- Lixie… We should stop…

- Yeah, maybe.”

Did he follow his own advice ? Not at all. He just grabbed your waist to pull you in closer to him and kissed you hungrily, like he had never tasted you before and that he would never get tired of it - which was not so far from reality. And as much as you wanted to melt in your boyfriend’s touch, let him do all the things he wanted to you, you had to keep the bet in mind when he couldn’t. You pushed him away just a little, trying not to stare too long into his pleading eyes. He was almost begging you to do something with his gaze.

“- I’m serious baby… We have to win this bet, remember ?”

You smiled at his pouty face, knowing it was just fooling around. He would thank you later, when he had cooled down. But for now, you just had to get off of his lap, in order not to feel his half-hard cock pressing against your throbbing pussy. You weren’t directly participating in the bet, you could have touched yourself, but it wasn’t nearly close to what Felix could have done to you. And if he kept being so close to you, you were sure to lose your mind too, and then, no one could prevent both of you from doing something stupid.

So you started to move, wanting to go back to your previous spot on the couch. But Felix’s hands were gripping too tight on your waist, making it impossible for you to move - well, you could have set you free if you were being honest, just loved it when he was showing you his strength. You laughed and hitted his chest playfully, even if your boyfriend seemed to be really serious about the whole thing.

“- Let go of me Lixie, you know we can’t do that.

- And how about me taking care of you ?”

You bit your lips, tempted by the offer. Well, he was allowed to do that, but if he was able to contain himself or not was a whole different question. And Felix knew it very well, but that was the least he could do for you - and for him, by the same occasion. Yes, he couldn’t please you with his cock without coming, but he could do it with his fingers.

“- You know I want you Lixie but…

- But I can control myself. Please love, I just want to make you feel good. I promise it won’t go further.”

His puppy eyes and words were begging for you to agree, and you were far too aroused to say no. Of course you wanted him to touch you, to lick you, and do all the things he usually did. But you knew the bet was important for him, and you didn’t want to be the reason for his loss. However, you decided to trust him. After all, it wasn’t like it would be his first time fingering you.

“- Go on.”

Your voice was only a whisper, but Felix heard it very well and he didn’t lose any more time, sliding down your thighs the shorts you were wearing when you wanted to be comfy as well as your panties. He was happy to find you already wet, and he almost groaned at seeing you this wet just from kissing. You must’ve been craving his touch, just like he was craving yours. But this was all about you, about making you cum around his fingers.

“- You’re so wet love…

- Yeah, it’s not the same with my fingers, I prefer yours.”

Felix chuckled and let one of his said fingers slide inside of you easily with who excited you were, not feeling any pain, only pleasure. You moaned at the feeling of him finally touching you. And your boyfriend couldn’t help but be filled with pride, knowing only him could make you feel that way. He wasn’t possessive at all, nor jealous. However, feeling you clench so hard around his now two fingers turned him on even more.

“- Everything’s alright ?”

You were only capable of nobbing at this point. You couldn’t think straight anymore, not when he was rubbing his digits against that particular spot that had you moaning his name, not when his thumb was circling your clit and making you dizzy, not when he was staring at you like he wanted to eat you out for hours - and if you’d ask him, he would have done it without any hesitation.

Felix knew you were already close to coming, he could feel you getting tighter with each move he made, your moans increasing in volume. When his other hand slipped from your hip to your ass, squeezing it firmly, you finally opened your eyes that were shut since he started touching you. His gaze met yours instantly, and Felix knew he was screwed. You looked fucked out already, gripping on his shoulders so hard your nails were digging into the material of his shirt, and you never looked so hot.

“- L-Lix… Please-

- What do you want love ? Tell me, and I’ll do it.

- Please- Kiss me…”

And how could he not do it ? Impossible. So he moved the hand that wasn’t busy to the back of your neck, pushing on it until your lips met and your moans were muffled by his tongue playing with yours. And that did it for you. You started to move your hips, smacking them into his hand and making yourself cum hard. You took your time to come down from your high, your forehead pressed against your boyfriend's. Both of you were breathless, couldn’t put your shit together because you missed this too much.

“- Almost forgot what you look like when you come…”

Felix was staring at you in awe, like it was the first time he was seeing you like this and it really wasn’t, considering the fact that his sex drive was high, and yours even more. And it wasn’t at all, considering the fact that his sex drive was high, and yours even more.

“- But you love seeing me like that, don’t you ?”

Your boyfriend eagerly nobbed, making you chuckle. He could act like such a child sometimes, but it was something you liked, his innocence - well, not really when he just removed his fingers from your cunt and that he was currently burying his face in your chest only covered by a thin top. You put your arms around him, sighing when you thought about the fact that you’ll have to stay away from his cock and touch for two more weeks. It was torture.

“- I want to fuck you so bad.”

He whispered against the skin of your cleavage, but you heard him very well since the only other sound in the room was the film still playing in the background. You smiled, and ran your finger gently through Felix’s hair. You wanted him so bad too, wanted him to fill you with his cock and cum.

“- Me too baby, but we can’t and you know it.”

Felix didn’t answer, letting his lips trace your collarbone instead, leaving hickey and light bites in his way to your neck. You whined quietly, closing your eyes again and tilting your head to the side to grant him more access. He knew very well that your neck was your weak spot, and he didn’t let the information go to waste, literally devouring the sensitive skin while groping every part of your body he could reach. Your whimpers quickly became moans as you could feel his hard cock pressing against your crotch.

“- Felix…

- What’s up baby ?”

His deep voice against the skin of your neck made you shiver, and you knew he did it on purpose, aware of how much you liked hearing his low tone. You could feel him smirk as he resumed his previous activity - aka licking, kissing, sucking and biting your skin endlessly.

“- You have to stop now…

- Don’t do this to me love, not when you know how bad I want you.”

You stayed silent, thinking about it. Should you risk the bet even though you were really well placed to win it ? But Felix took your quietness as a sign of you being uncomfortable, so he immediately pulled out, lifting his head to look into your eyes, his hand resting gently on your waist.

“- Well, I mean only if you want it too. Or we can stop and put on another film, it’s up to you.”

His little smile made your heart flutter, and when he put back a strand of your hair behind your ear with the softest touch you’ve ever felt, you melted. What did you do to deserve an angel like him ? You slid your hands on his cheeks, bringing your faces only inches away and smiled at his big doe eyes waiting for your answer.

“- It’s not that I don’t want it Lixie, you can’t imagine how excited I am right now. But… Aren't you going to regret losing ?”

This time, it was Felix who felt his heart melt at the tenderness he catched in your gaze. And also the fact that you were worried for him ? You didn’t care about your own pleasure once, always putting him first, and that was probably the thing about you that he loved the most.

“- I’m one hundred percent sure love. Let the others fight over this stupid bet, and let’s enjoy ourselves for the rest of the month. How does that sound ?

- Perfect. You’re perfect.”

Felix’s chuckles quickly died when you kissed him again, this time hungrily, each one of them filled with the neediness you didn’t have the strength to hold back anymore. He sometimes wondered how he got so lucky to get the girl he could only dream of, the perfect girl for him. But that was something he’ll thought about later, for now, he had to fuck you like you deserved to.

Since then, you didn’t need to say a word to each other, your gestures talking for you. You hastily helped your boyfriend to get rid of his sweatpants and boxer, sliding them just enough to free his throbbing cock. At this point, Felix knew he wouldn’t last long, but you already came and he could do it again if you wanted it. And on top of that, you didn’t seem to be bothered by that because he could already feel your hand squeezing his dick and making him grunt your name.

“- You’re killing me love… I need you.

- Look who’s desperate now.”

You said that, but your actions showed the other way as you sunk on his cock fully, letting out a loud moan as you did. It was impossible to say who was more pathetic between you, smacking your hips from the get-go and letting his dick stretch you out, crying out in pleasure with no shame ; or your boyfriend who was grunting and hissing at the feeling of your tight pussy surrounding him, his hands gripping your ass firmly to help you move and his head thrown back.

“- Shit- You’re so good to me love…”

You whined at the praise, clenching around him as a reward. And then, you felt Felix’s hips meeting yours, which made his dick reach deeper into you, getting both of you to moan each other's name. His cock twitched inside you and you knew he was almost there, so you asked him the same question as usual, trying to collect your thoughts enough to produce a coherent sentence.

“- Where do you want to finish baby ?

- Tits, please…”

He answered you with a shaky breath, unable to think straight as you took off your top, exposing your bare chest to his starved gaze.

“- Come here then.”

Felix groaned, pulling out of you quickly. He only needed a few strokes on his dick to come, his cum painting your breast white, some even ending up on your chin. But you honestly couldn’t care less when he was moaning so sweetly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he released himself from the tension of these two weeks. You didn’t have the time to say anything that he had already layed you out on the couch, spreading your legs wide and diving into your pussy.

“- F-Fuck ! Lix… S-So good.”

These were the only words that escaped your mouth before all you could manage to get out were moans and whimpers of your boyfriend’s name. You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots and earning a small grunt from him, sending vibration through your sensitive clit. Soon enough, you were grinding against his face, desperate to get your sweet relief. All he needed to do was to flatten his tongue against your slit, and you moaned even louder, pushing his head between your legs so hard you would have been worried about him being able to breathe in other circumstances. But Felix loved it. This way, he was enveloped by your intoxicating scent and he could lick you until it felt too much and you wiggled out of his touch.

Felix pressed kisses as soft as a feather touch on your inner thighs before coming back to your face and kissing it all over, making you giggle like an idiot. He let himself fall on top of you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck - where he could admire his little work of art.

“- Do you think it’s possible to fall in love with the same person over and over again ?

- Yeah, because it’s what I feel everytime I look into your eyes.”

Maybe it was cheesy, and sickeningly sweet, but at that moment, Felix couldn’t care less about losing the bet.

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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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stray kids and… things they only share with you.

tags: ot8, established relationships, fluff

warnings: swearing, lowkey angst for han, i don’t actually know the gender of min’s cats okay, idk if there’s anything else?

notes: this is my first time doing an ot8 thing so feedback is appreciated <3 also idk if they’re the same length i just wrote lol

chan… headphones

you’re on chan’s bed, a book in hand as you read while chan works. quality time is very important to you, even if he is observed in his work and doesn’t say much while you’re reading.

every now and again he’ll get up for a drink and silently put one by your side, too. when he’s done something he’s specifically proud of he’ll let out a giggle and maybe clap his hands, instinctively turning to you with a smile even if he doesn’t stop to explain what made him happy.

if you’re feeling a little more touchy that day, he’ll happily let you wrap your arms around his shoulder as his focus remains on his work. he’ll let you pepper kisses on his cheek, blushing lightly, before you get bored and go back to your own work.

when he’s done making something he really likes he turns to you with a grin.

“mate,” he says, face beaming. “mate!”

“come on,” you say, marking your place in your book before putting it aside. you extended your hand to him, and he grabs the headphones he’s been using and hands them to you.

you place them securely on your head and nod at him, ready to listen. chan plays the track for you, finally resting his head on your shoulder.

he wraps his hand around your bicep, closing his eyes softly as he picks up the very faint sound of the track playing through the headphones.

when it’s done you smile down at him, ready to praise him, but his mouth is open—soft breathes leaving his lips, and so you know he’s asleep.

instead you connect the headphones to your spotify and listen to a podcast while you rest your eyes. you don’t dare move, just in case chan might wake up from the disruption.

you know he might scold you for not waking him up, but it’s almost three am—and by what you’ve just listened to it’s safe to say he finished the track, so there’s no reason he shouldn’t be allowed to sleep after his hard work.

you let yourself fall asleep as well once the podcast you’ve been listening to is over, carefully putting the headphones to the side as you know how important they are to chan.

the first time he let you use them you gasped, but he insisted since you left your pair at home and wanted to listen to music while studying without bothering chan’s concentration.

“i have a lot of pairs anyway,” he said calmly, “borrow them whenever you need.”

minho… cat snacks

you both sit on the floor of his parents’ house, full from the dinner minho cooked for you and his family. you were talking about your new neighbour who you swore had a pet wolf. minho kept saying it isn’t a wolf, that he even spoke to the man and it’s just a cross breed.

you insist it’s a wolf.

his father sides with him, saying that would have to be illegal, but before you can offer your argumatives points, dori walks over to you, sits in your lap, and starts meowing loudly.

“he really is just like you,” you say to minho. he cocks his head to the side. “he wants something so he comes to me and starts making noise.”

“he’s hungry,” minho explains, rolling his eyes at your comment.

he gets up and grabs three snack packs, handing you one before he calls the other two over for some dinner.

from the corner of your eye you can see minho’s mum staring at you, in complete shock—but you try not to get too paranoid about it. you know she likes you, minho promised she likes you.

you instead focus on the cat in your lap, now meowing even louder once the snack came into view. you quickly open it and offer it up, giggling at the way he eagerly starts licking at the food.

when you glance over at minho you freeze, noticing the tension in the air.

“am i doing it wrong?” you whisper, as if dori might judge you for that question.

he shakes his head slowly but doesn’t say anything else. his mum quickly brings up another subject, asking you all about that incident at work you mentioned on your last visit.

minho helps them clear the last of the plates and cups that are left, insisting you sit down even after you offered to help three times.

soonie approaches you slowly before sitting down right on top of your phone.

you start talking to her, explaining the logic behind her actions, and she then shows you her stomach. you instantly start scratching it, knowing if she’s anything like her big brother she’ll start rioting if she doesn’t get the attention she wants.

after a few minutes of cooing at the cat you feel someone sitting down next to you, a pair of big hands wrapping around your waist, minho placing his chin on your shoulder.

“my mum just told me off,” he says, and you can hear the grin on his face.

“what did you do?”

“apparently i have never in all my life let anyone else feed the cats with me.”

“she was looking at me weird,” you mumble, “didn’t think it would be over something so simple.”

“you know the cats mean the world to me, right?” he looks at you, brows knitted together. now he’s looking at you weird—and it doesn’t help that they have the same confused face.

“yes, they’re your lockscreen and i’m not.”

“not this again,” minho sighs, but you simply grin at him.

“what’s your point?”

“i didn’t notice i do that, nor did i notice i gave you one of the snacks to feed them with,” is all his explanation. you manage to fill in the blanks yourself—knowing minho would never say it if it’s as painfully honest as you think it is.

you kiss his lips softly. “thank you for trusting me with your world.”

he nods, satisfied you understood him. like you always do.

changbin… phone

“hey, can you text the boys for me? tell felix we’ll be there in a second,” changbin says, handing you his phone as he keeps his eyes focused on the road.

“password?” you ask, trying to angle the phone towards his face until you remember it’s an android and it doesn’t even have face recognition.

“your birthday,” he says simply.

“simp,” you giggle, trying and failing to bite back your smile. changbin pays no mind to your comment, deciding being a simp for you is much better than ever letting you down—so he’ll accept that name proudly.

you text felix the details and put the phone back in the cup holder, focusing instead on the next song on changbin’s playlist.

“hey, can you order the food? i’m just gonna shower,” changbin asks as you enter the dorm. he came to pick you up right after his gym session, and while he didn’t want to see you while he was all sweaty he also didn’t want to make you wait any longer, so he still needs a shower.

you don’t have to ask for the passcode this time, easily keying in your birthday before ordering the food you talked about on your way home.

you notice he has solitaire on his phone, and while that might not be the most appealing game in the world you’re also extremely bored. you know you shouldn’t use his phone for anything other than what he’s asked you to, so you knock on the shower door quickly.

“binnie, can i play on your phone until the food’s ready?”

“of course, sweetheart!” he yells back.

you smile to yourself before plopping down on the couch and starting a new game.

the boys spent approximately forty five minutes taking pictures while all of you went to the han river for a picnic. it’s alright though, because they also took pictures of you with your boyfriend, and of you alone, so it’s not like you were excluded from the vanity game.

once the sun disappeared and the weather turned cooler you went back to the dorm to finish the rest of the food.

they were all looking over the pictures, deciding which was the best one to upload.

“who took the picture of me with the watermelon?” minho asks enthusiastically.

“binnie did,” you respond, as you spend your time focusing on the delicious cake felix made.

minho whines, considering changbin was taking one of his food naps at the moment and couldn’t show him the pictures.

you grab his phone from where he placed it down on the table and enter his gallery—handing the phone over to minho so he can look over the pictures.

he simply gasps at you.

“you know his passcode?”

you lock the phone again, showing minho that it was your thumb print that can unlock it.

“wow,” chan chuckles.

you don’t pay much attention to them though, far more invested in the cake, and so you get back to eating it while minho sends himself all the pictures off changbin’s phone.

hyunjin… jewellery

it starts flirtatious, like most things are with you and hyunjin. you’re playing with his hand, fiddling with his fingers, drawing circles on his wrist. you grab the ring on his finger and pull it off before placing it on the finger next to it. and then the finger next to it. you play this game for a few more minutes, hyunjin’s eyes practically turned into two hearts as he took in the amusement on your face. as he giggles, he grabs the ring from you and you pout—sad for the game to be over. but it isn’t, as the roles are now reversed, hyunjin moving the ring from finger to finger.

it’s then the waitress approaches your table, albeit hestitanly, and asks for your orders.

the ring stays on your hand all night.

“it suits you,” hyunjin says when you try and give it back.

“beautiful, can i have my ring?” he asks as he steps out of the shower a few days later. he has an event tonight, some important people he needs to meet, and he wants to look his best. jewellery is important for that.

“yeah, of course,” you don’t even hesitate. it was his ring to begin with, and he never officially gifted it as yours to keep. you were just looking after it for a bit.

when hyunjin gets back from paris he has a lot of gifts with him—all ysl branded and expensive. he shows off the clothes and the perfume and tells you all about the luxurious evenings him and felix enjoyed. of course, he sent you pictures as most of the events were taking place in front of him, but you enjoy his story telling even more when he’s right in front of you.

when he shows you the necklace he got you gasp, turning it over in your hand.

“it’s so pretty!” you gush. “that’ll look beautiful with a low neckline dress.”

“never wore a dress before,” his eyes twinkle at you.

you laugh at him and roll your eyes before handing the necklace back to him.

“you can wear it for that fancy meal we’re going to next week?” he offers simply.

you shake your head; not wanting to come off greedy. it was beautiful, and it must’ve been extremely expensive, and you already felt guilty for that comment you made. as if you’d just be allowed to wear it.

“i can’t take that, it was a gift from a brand partner. what will they say?”

“you’re not taking it,” hyunjin says simply, and you’re surprised by how quickly he’s giving up. “it’s a lend. you’ll wear it for that night and then give it back. and when you wanna wear it again just ask.”

“but i—“

he places his finger on your lips before pecking them softly, concluding the conversation for now.

jisung… demos

“baby! baby! baby! baby!” your boyfriend jumps in his seat as you answer the facetime call. sometimes you wonder where his energy supply comes from because it can’t possibly be natural.

it’s ten at night.

“hey, ji,” you smile at him. his energy is infectious, and the best thing to see after a long day of work.

“baby! i wrote the best song!” he smiles at you, his cheeks scrunched together as his face shines proudly.

“let’s hear it,” you ask, quickly grabbing your headphones so you could listen carefully.

he places the phone down against his water bottle, changing the view slightly.

his hair is hiding beneath a beanie, probably because he couldn’t be bothered to tame it, and his laptop is right in front of him.

other than that you can’t see much considering there’s only a small lamp illuminating the room, pointing only at the desk. there’s pieces of paper crumbled by the laptop—unwanted lyrics, you suppose.

“it doesn’t have a name yet,” he introduces, “and i might give it to the company because i’m not sure if the vibe is right for us. i think it could be right maybe if chan rearranges it a bit, but i don’t think it needs any change at all. maybe? maybe if felix sings the bridge then—“

“—hey! j.one!” he looks over at you, eyes wide and mouth in a small circle. “just play the song and then we can discuss it?”

he nods at you, sitting back in his chair and pressing play on his program.

the track starts playing loudly on the speakers around him. it’s slightly choppy, not the best quality to hear a song for the first time through a phone like this, but jisung is extremely impatient. he wanted you to hear the song right away, quite literally as soon as he finished recording the last part of it. so you didn’t mind straining slightly to try and catch all the lyrics.

jisung bops his head along to the beat, his face extremely serious as he listens back carefully.

you assume it’s only his second or third time hearing it back in completion since he doesn’t even monitor your reactions like he sometimes does—instead he’s taking notes.

you know his favourite part is coming up when his hand lifts into the air, dropping in time with the beat before the chorus plays again.

his eyebrows are scrunched together as a much faster rap verse starts, and you can tell he’s monitoring the cadence, even if it is just a demo track and he will most definitely re-record the vocals once he decides what to do with the track.

only when the song ends does he look back at you, expectedly, eyebrows high on his nervous face.

you clap your hands, nodding at him.

“nah, say what you actually think!” he all but scolds you.

“i think it deserved applause!”

he sends you a look before you go into more detail. what you thought of the beat, and the pace, and the sound, and the vibe. you aren’t professionally involved in music, you only know the words jisung taught you, but he still insists your opinion is more important than chan’s to him. you tell him that flattery isn’t useful in this situation, nor do you believe its true, but he stands by it.

“but the lyrics,” you start, and jisung’s eyes frown at your tone. “they’re incredibly moving, ji, but they’re so sad.”

“yeah,” he just nods, no longer looking at you.

“the beat doesn’t match how sad it is,” you comment, trying to disguise your worries as a simple criticism of the work.

“that’s on purpose though,” he says quickly, “i think it’s so sad that if the music matched it would be too much. plus, the feeling i’m talking about is acting like everything is normal, so a quick beat matches perfectly.”

you nod. “and why are you acting like everything is normal?”

jisung sighs, before he answers your question with a completely different one. “do you think i should give the song to someone else?”

“no,” you say, “felix would suit the bridge. and an emotional song is always best when it’s sang by someone that can relate.”

“i don’t wanna talk about it,” he says, knowing where you’re trying to take the conversation.

“and yet you called me to listen to it,” you cock your eyebrows up.

jisung rests his head against the chair for a moment, looking up as he thinks over his next words carefully. then he tells you all about it—the inspiration behind another one of his sad songs. you listen carefully, humming and nodding and offering your support and your words when he asks for them.

after about an hour on the phone a warning comes up to tell you you only have 20% left.

you go to grab your charger, and the pause in conversation causes the subject to move to your day and your plans for the weekend before they circle back to the song.

you do really like it, and tell him as such, encouraging him to show it to chan and the others soon.

after you say your goodbyes, and you reassure jisung of how much you love him, you go to sleep with the beat still stuck in your head.

when you tell jisung that the next morning he decides he can’t possibly give that track to anyone else—not even his band.

the company like it so much they let him release it as one of his solo tracks—his face beaming when he tells you the news two weeks later. right before playing another new song for you.

felix… games

“no way!” you gasp as you look around felix’s room for the very first time. he has all sorts of trinkets and fairy lights and even a beautiful piece of artwork on the wall. and then there’s his computer with the huge double monitor—which looks more expensive than anything else you’ve seen in the house so far.

but by the monitor there is a glass case, and inside it is an original gameboy.

“does it still work?” you ask enthusiastically.

“of course it does,” he scoffs, “i play it all the time.”

“you play your switch all the time,” you correct him.

“and then i play a little bit of that one,” he says, “it has the first ever pokémon on it.”

“what other games do you have for it?” you ask, eyes sparkling at him.

felix pulls out a box from the shelves above his monitor and hands it to you.

you opened it quickly, picking up all the different games inside it. all the popular ones are there, as well as ones you’ve never even heard of before. you can count at least three dozen in there. there’s also games for a nintendo ds (you spot a pink one on the shelf where the box once was), at least another dozen. you sigh and hand the box back to him.

“you really are a nerd, yeah?”

felix grins at you before giving you a sloppy kiss and carefully placing the box back on the shelf.

the tour continues as felix shows you his collection of twice albums and mangas and his deadpool mask he used for a performance once.

he further proves your point when he starts telling you just how rare one of his comic books are, but you indulge him. you think nothing is more rare than the sparkle in his eyes when he talks about his nerdy stuff—as if he brought down the whole galaxy into this very room—so you give him your full attention as he speaks.

later that night, when you’re both fed and dressed in comfier clothes, him and his younger roommates start playing a game. felix only said yes because you were showering (and you said it’ll take a while because you wanted to do a hair mask) but now that you’re back he asks the boys to pause it.

“no, no, it’s fine!” you say, not wanting to get on their bad side on your first night staying over. “maybe i can play on your ds in the meantime?”

seungmin snickers to himself, but he’s so focused on the game you’re not sure it was in response to what you said.

“i saw that you had nintendogs and i can definitely entertain myself with that while you guys finish your… mission or whatever it is.”

“y/n, let me stop you right there,” jeongin smirks, eyes still focused on the screen. “no one is allowed to touch hyung’s games so—“ felix elbows his friend, but that doesn’t stop him from talking, “—we’re only allowed to use the xbox when he’s with us and because we have our own controllers.”

“i almost died once before i was made aware of that rule,” seungmin adds.

you notice felix’s cheeks have gone red, his freckles dusting over the new colour. he’s always been extremely generous to you—if it was gifts or his time or his things. but if his games were a line for him you didn’t want to cross it, nor did you mean to.

“oh, of course!” you say quickly, “i can just do something else. you guys enjoy the game!”

you move to get up but felix stops you, placing a hand on your knee before he pauses the game. luckily they weren’t in the middle of a fight or anything, so the boys don’t protest too much.

felix places a kiss on your cheek before he gets up, walks to his room, and comes back with the console in his hand.

you can see seungmin’s jaw drop.

“what?” you blink up at felix as he places the game in your hand.

“you can start a new game and name it so i’ll know it’s yours for whenever you come over,” he smiles simply, nodding at you.

“unbelievable,” jeongin mumbles.

“i guess there really is such a thing as girlfriend privilege,” seungmin shakes his head.

felix smiles at you when you power up the console, kissing your temple when you shuffle closer to him. then he gets back to the game—not letting either of his roommates comment on the situation further.

seungmin… hoodies

“no,” seungmin says simply.

jisung was stood in your hotel room, begging seungmin to let him borrow that hoodie of his, the one with the red heart on the front. according to jisung, it’s exactly what his outfit is missing.

“what about that hoodie you wore yesterday?”

“no, the heart is what makes it because i’m gonna wear a red bandana and—“

“—so you’re stealing minnie’s whole fashion sense?” you chime in. seungmin smirks proudly at his friend as he raises his eyebrows.

“no, uh, i just wanna try something different,” jisung defends.

“if i may,” you try, offering your own fashion advice. jisung had a very nice cardigan with a hint of red in it, and you reminded him of that. he thought it over.

“a hoodie would be warmer though,” he tries again, flashing your boyfriend the best puppy eyes he could master.

“sorry, hyung,” seungmin shakes his head, “y/n already called that hoodie for tonight.”

jisung looks over at you, eyes wide.

“you couldn’t have said that earlier? i’ve been stood here wasting my time!” he rants some more as he leaves the room, letting the whole floor know about his inconsiderate friend that won’t let him live his fashion life to the fullest.

you laugh as his voice dies down slowly.

“so now i gotta find an outfit that works with that hoodie i guess?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

you did not call that hoodie for tonight at all actually, but if that was seungmin’s only excuse, you didn’t want to contradict him in front of his extremely stubborn friend.

“you could’ve just let him borrow it for tonight,” you try reasoning.

“nope,” seungmin pouts, “you’re the only one that should be wearing my hoodies.”

you laugh at him, wrapping your arms around him as you kiss his jaw softly.

“now i feel bad,” you tease, “i get bestowed with such an honour and i don’t even want your hoodie.”

he gasps. “you steal them all the time!”

“yeah,” you scrunch your face as you chuckle, “but now that you gave me permission i don’t want them anymore.”

“you’re so annoying,” he groans, pinching your sides. you yelp, jumping at the sensation before slapping his shoulder.

“i will wear it,” you say simply, “but only so ji doesn’t think you’re a liar.”

you walk towards the closet, where seungmin unloaded his whole suitcase into, and pick out the now infamous hoodie. you smile softly to yourself—it really is your favourite of his.

seungmin chuckles at your reaction, before sucking his teeth. “we’ll be late for dinner, come on.”

jeongin… personal space

jeongin does not like physical affection. he doesn’t do hugs or kisses or cuddles. that’s his rule.

but every rule has an exception and you’re the living proof.

when anyone else tries to touch him he squirms away, usually making a comment suitable for a spoiled child. but whenever you’re near him he does everything in his power to be closer to you.

if you’re walking down the street he’ll wrap his pinky around yours or sometimes he’ll fully grab your hand and sway your arms as you two walk.

he’ll play with your hair a lot too, always making sure to move it out the way before you start digging into your meal so it doesn’t get in your food.

if you’re watching a movie his thighs are in your lap and his arms around you. maybe he’ll even put his head on your shoulder if he’s a little sleepy that night.

and he refuses to fall asleep without his hand lazily sprawled across your body in some way or another.

the boys are definitely jealous, so they try their luck with jeongin after they see the physical affection between you two.

he still pushes them away with disproportionate disgust.

one time you were there to witness it and he fully grabbed you—using your body as a shield between him and chan’s attempted cuddles.

“no touchy!” he reminds him, grabbing onto your arms as he makes himself as small as possible to avoid chan reaching him.

“it’s not fair,” chan whines, “you let her touch you all the time!”

“channie-hyung,” jeongin pokes his head around your shoulder, ready to push you between him and his attacker at any moment if needed. “you realise it’s different when it’s you.”

“why?”

“because i love her,” he says it so simply, as if chan is silly for even needing that explanation. as if that isn’t the first time he’s said that out loud.

chan raises his eyebrows in surprise and you’re sure he’s just mirroring your shocked facial expression.

“you don’t love me?” chan reacts quickly, letting the tension die in the air as he insists he must hug jeongin now. ducking behind you, he grabs onto him and pulls him away from you. jeongin escapes from chan’s grip and they both start running around the room like absolute children until chan tackles him into a bear hug.

later that night you’re in jeongin’s bed, his hands locked behind your back as he pulls you fully on top of him.

“innie,” you start, as casually as you can, “you know if you don’t like them in your personal space you can just say that.”

“yes, i tell them all the time. no touchy.”

“i meant, you didn’t have to say that to chan just as an excuse,” you say, your finger wrapping around the string of his hoodie.

jeongin knits his brows as he looks at you.

“huh?”

“just… don’t feel like you have to lie.”

“lie? what are you talking about?”

he really doesn’t seem to remember what he said, so you swallow down the awkwardness and take a breath.

“you shouldn’t have told chan you lov—“ but before you can repeat what he said, jeongin’s eyes grow wide and his palm lands on your mouth, stopping you from saying anything else.

“i remember what i said now!” he says, looking everywhere but at you. “no, uh, no need to repeat it!”

you bite down on his palm gently, enough to get him to yelp and retreat his hand away so you can speak your mind.

“so you meant it?”

the redness on his cheek is enough of an answer, but jeongin decides to verbalise it, too. “no.”

“innie, don’t lie to me!”

he grabs you closer, practically shoving your head into his neck so you don’t see his warm face. he grunts.

“i, i didn’t, well, it’s just—“

“i love you, too.”

the grip on your waist loosens for only a moment before he squeezes you even closer to him, regardless of how your airways are coping.

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hyunjinsbelovedamericano · 4 months

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Sleepy time with bf! skz

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Tysm for the request! I have wrote something like this before but I have way more ideas

Fluff ofc, implied fem reader on Felix's part

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Bangchan

Winter times is the time where you and bangchans sleeping schedule drop,4am is the new 20:00pm! Even though you have to wake up 3 hours early tomorrow it doesn't stop you from staying up late

Youd end up scrolling on Amazon looking up things that you wanted, Chan knew that you were a shopaholic your basket was FLOODED with items

"baby,you can't keep adding items to your basket like that"

"What why"

"You don't have that much money"

"Yeah but you do"

Chan sighed knowing he couldn't say anything back to this,he always wanted to shower you with gifts he should expect your basket to overflowed like that.

He didn't wanna keep you up too long though,so he cradled you to sleep like you were a baby,your knees would be up to chin and you would be laying on your side,Chan would put him arms around your waist his warm hands relieving any type of pain your stomach was having

Lee know

Lee know would 100% loveeee to cuddle with you and his cats, it's like free melatonin.Soongie would be in between the both of you, purring from the head scratches.

If you're struggling to sleep, say no more, Soongie, Doongie,Dori and Minho are to the rescue!It's like sleeping on clouds, it's comfy cosy and it has Lee know. What more could you want? Right before going to sleep Lee know would help you prepare for bed, if you weren't having such a good day he would help you with your skincare, make sure you have fresh pjs you just have to go to sleep stress free.

He would be a bit confused though, I don't think he would have the best knowledge on how these face masks work

"No,lino-you,you have to-wait"

The face mask would end up all over your face, even going in your mouth once

From now on you know to sheet face masks preventing anything bad happening in the future

Changbin

Changbin always had energy so it would be harder to fall asleep with him,he's constantly so giggly and silly but it's hard to hate him because.. It's changbin

You had a very big collection of plushies which changbin found very cute, before you even started dating you forced him to memorise the plushies names. You had them piled up on the side of the bed and made him name the plushies you picked up.

"Whats his name?"

"That's a he? I thought it was a she-"

You would get frustrated with him not being able to remember ANY of them, you taught him this!

"Changbin! You know this"

"I kinda don't though"

You sigh heavily and plop down on the bed beside him,

"I was too busy looking at your pretty face"

He would try to cheer you up with being a flirt, it wasn't gonna be that easy though. He would have to smother your face is kisses and cuddle you trying to get you to relax, once he noticed that you started getting sleepy he would lay his head on his chest playing with your hair,falling asleep with you

Hyunjin

Hyunjin would treat you like a princess, he wants to make sure you enjoy every bit of your rest,you guys would be snuggled up in a heated blanket he got you for your birthday, this time of the month is the coldest and he definitely doesn't want you to get sick

If you had trouble sleeping he would sing you to sleep,play with your hair until you fall asleep. Anything that makes you feel at ease

When you wake up kkami would be there in between the both of you,how did he even get here? Whatever he's here now and that's all that matters

You guys would have debates on who has to switch off the light

"Hyunjin I'm already in bed"

"So am i"

"Yeah, but, I got here first"

"I don't wanna get up tho"

"Neither do I!"

You would end up forcing him to do it 🤷‍♀️

Han

Omg han would snore so loud,your trying to get some peaceful rest and all of a sudden you hear this agitating grating sound, turns out it han! And he's snoring

You expressed to him how loud and annoying he can be when he's asleep, to this he just acts oblivious and clueless

"What dym I snore? No I don't"

"Are you certain?."

But when he doesn't snore you guys would be pulling all-nighters knowing you have to wake up early the next day

Binge watching your fav k-dramas, one more episode wouldn't hurt right?

I honestly see han being a drooler, he sleeps with his mouth open most of the time which causes drool to fall down the side of his mouth, ew

Felix

He would ramble to the extreme, like daymn don't you ever run out of words to say?

Yk those clips of him where he just says the most stupidest things to ever exist, yeah he's gonna dump them on you

"Yk how Australia is two or three hours ahead of Korea,if you think about it when I go from Sydney to Korea... I'm basically time traveling"

"Felix go to sleep"

All he does is talk honestly,yappa yappa yappa

He would talk until you fall asleep, when he's not talking about stupid shit, he would be talking about your future

Like your wedding day, how many kids you wanna have

"We should have 5 kids"

"NOO"

"Why not?"

"If ur birthing the kids then sure"

Seungmin

You and seungmin would 100% pillow flight, even if you're not awake he'd hit you with a pillow

If you have to get up early and you're not waking up he's just hit you with the nearest pillow he can find

"Honey wake up"

"Honey get your ass up"

".... Okay then"

All of a sudden you'd wake up from being brutally attacked by a pillow, how rude of him

"Seungmin, ow-what are you doing?!"

"I told you to wake up"

What a menace

Jeongin

I lowkey think jeongin would sleep walk, just for lil bit yk😋

You would wake up in the middle of the night and turn to side to see no jeongin, where did he go?

Just as you were about to get up to look for him you heard a creak from the door, you turned to see jeongin leaning his head against the door

Obviously you were confused like,what when how why

You rushed to him and tapped him on the shoulder gently not wanting to alarm him

"Jeongin wtf"

This seemed to awake his from... Whatever and he snapped back into reality

"How did I get here?"

"I don't know you tell me"

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sub lix would so be into overstim. make him cry and cum until he’s running dry highs 😩😩😩 anyway bye 🏃‍♀️

Masterlist

sub!lix would be such a little baby about it too, like crying and whining about how much it hurts but as soon as you pull away he starts crying even more cus he doesn’t want you to stop touching him. like literally will take your hands and wrap them around his cock even though he keeps saying, “it hurts, it hurts,” but thrusts into them anyways.

he definitely likes his dry prostate orgasms though. his fave for overstim is either a dildo in his ass and you on top of him or a strap on with you fucking him and rutting into your fist- as if he isn’t spoiled enough! keeps asking for one more, just one more like he think he’s invincible. will also entice you into giving it to him by saying he’ll do all the work but we all know that’s a lie cus poor sub!lix can’t do it without breaking down into a puddle of his own tears and cum until he literally can’t produce anymore and will beg you to finish it for him.

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iaeriy · 8 months

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trouble ; (joão félix x reader)

summary: your boyfriend invites you to the personal gym but things get carried away.

requested? yesss

warnings- smut, spanish speaking, oral sex, m recieving!, dirty talking, just sex..

note; i’ve been writing this for A MONTH NOW. all because of school and shit, i’ll be working on the pt2 to sleep well. enjoy this joão fic for now!💌

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“what is your small head thinking baby?” joão said smacking your head playfully as you stopped dozing off, you shook your head and looked at him. “huh? oh nada..” you said looking up at him as you were sititng down on the small personal gym floor, he chuckled and kissed your cheek, you blushed and smiled at him “love you sweaty boy~” you said as he smiled and went back to his workout, little did you know you were thinking about his tanned bulky thighs, it always drove you crazy whenever he pulled his shorts to his inner thighs, you looked at him move up and down on the bar as you blushed heavily. you kept staring at him and his thighs, you hummed as you rubbed your thighs, biting on your lip as you kept looking at him.

your eyes focusing on his thighs and his veiny arms hold onto the bench as you swallowed thickly before he got off and walked over to you again, “de que piensas amor? this is the 2nd time i caught you looking at me.” he says cupping your cheek as you looked at his thighs, your mouth watering for some reason as you looked up batting your eyelashes innocently. “mmmh..just..” you smiled innocently before poking and rubbing his thighs, “these..” you said as he looked down at you smirking, before he held you as you wrapped your legs around his waist giggling, “que hacessss!” you said giggling as he cupped your cheeks, you looked at him as he placed his lips on yours, kissing you deeply. holding his jaw you kissed back as he chuckled in the kiss slapping your ass, a desperate moan mewling out of your lips in between the kiss.

“so needy for me you had to make me stop my workout for you..hmm?” he said as you nodded your head before you kissed him again as his hands slide inside your red spaghetti strap top, finding your breasts as he squeezed them into his palm. you moaned desperately into the kiss again, opening your legs a bit more as he chuckled before placing himself in between you. grabbing your hips as he began to grind you against his hard-clothed crotch, you leaned your head back against the wall before he placed his lips on your neck, kissing around it as he began to suck around your soft skin. his big hands covering your hips as he moved you up and down against his clothed cock. you chewed down on your skin as he looked up at you, “come onn. you weren’t as shy a few minutes ago, let me hear your gorgeous sounds needy girl.” he said lifting your shirt up as you gasped at the cold air before he smacked your breast as you yelped at the sting.

“you’re..teasing..” you whispered out as he chuckled biting onto your skin, you grunted as you whined out. your panties becoming more wetter as he continued to move you against his crotch. “deal with it needy girl..” he whispered into your ear as you whined before you felt his fingers rub your clitoral area through your thin pair of leggings as you mewled out a moan. “joão..”you said as he smacked your breast again, you whimpered as he put you down. “strip out of your clothes.” he said as you looked at him swallowing nervously, he sat down on the bench as you nodded your head slowly before pulling your strap fully over your head tossing it on the floor as you pulled the waistband from your leggings down to your ankles, kicking them off before he looked down at your black lace thong that was now exposing. “such small little thong barely covering your ass..who are you wearing it for? hmm?” he said before he stood up, your eyes looking at his tanned thighs, you began to pool in your panties as he grabbed your jaw making you look up at him, “up here. quit looking down there.” he said smacking your ass cheek as he pushed you down to your knees.

you giggled as you stuck your tongue out before pulling his shorts down, as you looked at his crotch that was hard and tight as you ran your tongue against his clothed crotch, as he shuddered at the wetness forming on his boxers before you pulled them off as his cock sprung out, as you swallowed nervously before grabbing his dick with your fingers, holding it beneath as you began to plant wet kiss around his length, before your lips found the tip as you began to swirl your tongue around his tip, as he was already licking pre-cum, the tip already red. you continued licking the tip as you began to suck on the head, your tongue licking half his base as he groaned at the sudden wetness. you continued your tongue movements before wrapping your mouth around him as you took what you can into your mouth, your hand stroking what you couldn’t fit as you began to bob your head up and down slowly, looking up at him with your dark eyes as you bat your eyelashes down innocently.

“oh my g-god..” he groaned out, leaning his head back as you lifted his shirt up to his torso running your acrylics running through his abs as you stroked the rest of his length, matching it to your movement with bobbing your head up and down as he looked down at you, making eye contact with you as he held your cheek watching you suck him. “this what you wanted?” he said chuckling as you moaned around him holding onto his thighs, “such dirty little girl..” he groaned out, picking up your saliva from your chin as you swirled your tongue around the base before, bobbing your head a bit quicker. he arched his back a bit as you kept slobbering and sucking around him before he held your hair making a loose ponytail as you held onto his thighs before his fingertips pressed down slowly on your neck as you moaned around him, causing vibrations to send on him as he groaned loudly before he tugged on your hair tightly before you pushed your head deeply as your nose brushed through his trimmed pubic bone as he groaned loudly again, looking down at you, your eyes sparkling as tears began to form through the inner corners.

you swirled your tongue around before he tugged on your hair, pulling you back up as spit slid down your chin, a string of saliva pulling away as you coughed a bit before he picked up your spit hanging by your chin with his fingers, placing them in your mouth as you sucked on his fingers while looking up at him. “we’re not done.” he said as you frowned before he pulled you up grabbing your hand as he walked you infront of the mirror, pushing you down on your knees. your face meeting with his erection, you looked up smirking, “watch yourself in the mirror for me as you suck my dick..you can do that for me right mi vída?” he said as you nodded your head before you wrapped your lips around his cock, taking him all in your once again as you began to bob your head slowly looking up at him, you swirled your tongue around as he looked down chuckling. “look in the mirror.” he said as you frowned before looking at your reflection in the mirror as you kept bobbing your head, your hands stroked what you couldn’t take as he held your cheek the entire time.

“so many things your beautiful mouth can do..” he murmured as you giggled before bobbing your head quicker, as he held onto the back of your head attempting to push your head deeper. your gags and grunts echoing through the small gym as you gripped onto his thighs, still looking at your reflection before he started thrusting into your mouth. he smacked your hands off his thighs as he placed them behind your ass, his length hitting the back of your throat as you gagged loudly before he held onto your hair, thrusting your mouth yet again, tears forming down your face as your saliva dripped down your chin, pushing your head deeply as your nose hit his pubic bone once again. you gagged loudly again as you moaned around him feeling his dick hit the back of your throat, “enjoying yourself aren’t you?” he whispered as you looked at him, as he gripped on your hair tightly, groaning loudly than his usual groans before his warm seed shot up in your throat as you gagged again, pulling your mouth away.

you sticked your tongue out giggling as you swallowed his cum down your throat as he chuckled before you stood up giggling as he kissed you, tasting himself in your mouth. you placed your hands on the hem of his shirt lifting it off his head tossing it ontop of your clothes, his hands squeezing your breasts as you whimpered in between the kiss, he pulled your thong down smacking your ass harshly as you yelped before pulling away from the kiss. “who told you to stop?”he said grabbing your jaw as you swallowed nervously as he pushed you down, now being on your fours as you giggled shaking your ass, “no oneeee..” you said giggling before earning another harsh smack to your ass, a whiny moan escaping from your lips as he placed himself behind you before pushing himself inside of you as you gasped out, moaning at the sudden harsh thrust.

“so fucking tight.” he whispered in your ear smacking your ass as he continued thrusting into you, you grunted at each thrust before you gripped onto your own palms as his hand slid over yours, both your hands intertwining, as you blushed heavily before he pulled out, grabbing onto your hips before slamming himself into you as you screamed out before he covered your mouth, “cállate.” he said as you whimpered into his hand as he began to pound into you, before he lifted your chin up making you look at yourself in the mirror. “tell you what..” he said kissing your neck, as you leaned your head against his shoulder “..if you look at yourself the entire time..you’re getting fucked..” you moaned at his words as he began sucking on your skin leaving his love marks, “i’ll remove my hand off your mouth, got it?” he said squeezing your breast as a muffled ‘mhm’ left your mouth, you looked in the mirror as he smirked at you pounding quickly into you, hitting all types of spots that made you grunt and whine. every thrust making you shake and moan, your ass smacking against his pelvis before he thrusted quicker into you finding your g-spot.

you moaned loudly into his hand but due to his hand, your moan turned out muffled. you continued to moan uncontrollably as you jolted forward in each thrust, you looked at him through the mirror. his flustered pink cheeks, his hair half sweaty, his hands gripping your shoulder and his other gand gripping your hip tighter than your shoulder. “c-can’t hold..m-much..longer..” you huffed out as he thrusted quicker into you than his usual thrusts, you moaned uncontrollably into his hand, whining in between. as he grabbed both of your arms pinning them back. as he gripped onto them your chest hitting the cold floor as you whined out before he began to pound deeply into you. you looked up at the mirror as he chuckled at your reaction slapping your ass, leaving a mark. you continued moaning uncontrollably into his hand trying not to close your eyes.

he moved his hand away from your mouth as your moans became louder and clear, mewling his name in between every moan. “am hitting every little.. inch of your body hermosa..” he said as you nodded your head, his free hand moving down to your clit as he smacked it. you shuddered as you moaned in pain before he rubbed on your clit gently, you screamed out a bit as the pleasure was too much for you, your eyes rolling back to your head. “mi amor..where do you feel me..” he said still rubbing your clit as you leaned your head back against his shoulder, “m-my tummy..” you stuttered as he chuckled continuing his quicker thrusts. you felt your peak near as your whole body felt hot, you were sweating from the intense sex. his necklace tickling your back at each thrust as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“fuck.. mi amor.. just a few more, hold on..” he said whispering in your ear, groaning at every quick thrust he kept doing, “i-i cant..hold..on.. i-i’m all..tingly..” you said as he continued to thrusting before he rubbed faster on your clit, sending you to a frenzy as you screamed out in pleasure feeling the butterflies in your stomach, his thrusts began to get sloppy as he turned you around, you were now on your heels as your hands were placed down on the ground, before he got back to thrusting into you. you were moaning louder than usual as he rubbed on your clit quicker you screamed out before your juices squirted out all over his chest & torso you gripped onto his arm, digging your nails. moaning out his name. his seed shooting up inside of you as you arched your back, his warmness filling you up as you panted heavily from the session. “you’re so cute after and before being fucked..” he said cupping your cheeks as he kissed your lips, you kissed back giggling as he held you placing you on the bench.

“that was worth my workout time.” he said pecking your neck before he helped you get back into your clothes as he got into his. “my legs are numb..” you murmured as he got down a bit, “get on my back, i’ll take you to bed.” he said as you got on his back. he made his way to the master bedroom putting you down on the bed, pulling your leggings off since you always slept with panties and a shirt. he kissed your forehead as you smiled.

“love you, little brat.”

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