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after hours (jwy) | one shot.

—summary: an invitation to wooyoung’s event leads to the unexpected— a night of revelation that deeply blurs the lines between harmless fun and the thrill of exploring something more.

—pairing: dj!wooyoung x f!reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) fwb to lovers | smut, fluff

—word count: 5k

—content/warnings: cussing/mature language, dj wooyo playing his first club event!, songs in wooyoung’s setlist can get pretty explicit so pls proceed with caution, throwing some ass back at the club lol, alcohol consumption and intoxication, hella chemistry between these two, friends with benefits but with lots of feelings lol, oc x woo are in denial tho hehe, lots of teasing and flirting, kisses, making out, praising, marking, pet names (baby, babygirl, love), unprotected sex, oral (f. & m. receiving), hand job, woo gets slightly rough, nipple play, missionary, doggy, sorry if i missed anything!!

—a/n: this piece came super randomly, but i was inspired by needs x tinashe / after hours x kehlani and needed to whip this baby out ASAP. enjoy!!

💿 wooyoung's setlist 💿

“Thank you.” You sweetly smile at the security guard at the door, brushing your way past the hefty line that ran down the block with your bestfriend, Yeosang. The club is already incredibly packed from wall to wall, the music’s vibrations felt at the base of your feet. For a minute, you didn’t actually think you’d make it inside in time. The security guard at the door wasn’t taking your sweet smiles, frowning as you bat your eyelashes in hopes of letting you skip the line simply because you knew the DJ. He definitely didn’t believe you, nor was he trying to give you the time of day. You didn’t let up though, and as if on cue, he received confirmation from the team inside that you and Yeosang were a part of the DJ’s crew.

Thank god.

Because that line was not it.

“It’s so fucking loud in here!” Yeosang yells as he turns back to look at you amidst the crowd chaos.

“We’re almost there!” You squeeze his hand as he platonically holds onto yours, leading you to the front of the crowd and up to the DJ booth.

“Never invite me out again if you just plan on seeing your boyfriend or whatever.”

“Not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, whatever. Close enough.” You laugh when you finally approach the steps up to the stage, the security guard letting you slip through with Yeosang right at your hip. Heading up to the stage, you greet your friends Mingi, San and Yunho as they dance around with a few other familiar faces and sip on their drinks. Wooyoung is the main DJ for tonight’s event, and he’s having the time of his life— doing what he loves to do, with the people he loves most around him. The crowd is feeding into his energy as he smoothly transitions into the next song, dancing and singing along before finally breaking contact from his mixer and glancing over at you.

“Woo!”

“Whattup! You made it.” He smiles, bringing you flush against him for a hug and a chaste kiss to the temple. You blush at his attempt to subtly squeeze at your side, biting on his bottom lip before shifting his headphones enough to partially cover his ear. The thing about Wooyoung is that you adore him. You adore him because he’s been one of your good friends for some time now. You adore him because he brings you happiness, because he’s a good time. You adore him because of these unspoken feelings, that unlabeled ‘friends with benefits but everyone knows you two are feeling each other so why hide’ kinda thing. You haven’t done much besides innocently flirt around, make out a few times, dance at events together, engage in a few heated conversations over the phone, full send with the thirst traps. The chemistry is well and alive; you suppose by now you and Wooyoung would’ve figured things out since it was too obvious to your friends already, but the both of you seem to brush it off, still shying away from it— afraid of ruining the dynamic that’s already there with said label. Something that started off so fun, so innocent, ended up digging a little space in your heart, making you feel things you shouldn’t for your ‘lil past-time.

But, Wooyoung would move mountains for you, just so you know. He’s dying to make this different. Different from the others, different from anything he’s ever dealt with. Because you are different, and he’ll show you every chance he gets.

“Aw, look at you supporting Woo at his event.” Yunho pinches your cheek, his own painted with a red tint from the alcohol he’s been downing.

“Of course. He was so excited about it, ever since he started planning it out and everything.”

“You guys make things so complicated for no reason.” Yunho laughs. “Despite the friends with benefits bullshit, you know we can tell you two actually have feelings for each other, right?”

“Wow, I didn’t know I came to the club to be lectured by Jeong Yunho.” You laugh, gently pinching at his arm. “We don’t like each other. That’s all we are.” He rolls his eyes.

“Continue to convince yourself if that’s easiest, Y/N. Just want you two to be happy.” You lick your lips, jolting at the sudden roar that comes from the crowd when Woo transitions into another hype, upbeat song.

“Aye, can we get some shots, please? Gotta take one with Yeo and the pretty ‘lil thing right there.” He signals by making a glass-shape with his hand, tilting it back a few times until the bartender off to the side throws him a thumbs up. He looks at you with a smirk, quickly winking before he’s grabbing the mic and hyping the crowd up some more.

The shots turn into two, three, five maybe, before the world is spinning a little more than usual; off-balance and vision slightly blurry. You’re still coherent, and you’re still able to make sense of your surroundings. But the one thing you do find yourself struggling with is how good Wooyoung looks at the table. You try to brush it off, dancing around with your friends and loudly singing along to the songs that blast through the speakers.

“Having fun?” Wooyoung sets the headphones off to the side and steps back from the table to enjoy some company for a bit.

“Yeah, you’re not so bad after all.” You playfully punch him on the bicep and he laughs.

“You look so good tonight.” He says in your ear, pulling you flush against his body again— hand resting on the small of your back. “Gonna give me a bit of your time?”

“I don’t know, should I?”

“Tease. All those pictures and you can’t even spare me a minute.” He taps your nose and heads back to the table. It’s a few more minutes of Wooyoung hyping the crowd, San and Mingi both welcoming lapdances from a few cuties they met throughout the night while exploring out on the floor. Before you know it, you’re pulled mid-conversation with Yeo and Yunho— familiar hands resting on your waist. You feel Wooyoung push against you, guiding your hips against him for a dance. You love dancing with Woo because it’s fun, and there’s no pressure or expectation to be a certain way with him.

You live for that shit.

And tonight, you need him a little more than usual. In more ways than usual. Tippy-toeing into dangerous territory that makes you wanna act on your feelings.

You’re having to hold onto the edge of the table as Wooyoung bends you over ever so slightly, letting you work your ass against him to the music. He bites onto his bottom lip as he focuses on you, only you, matching your rhythm to the beat. You change your position, no longer leaning onto the edge of the table; back only inches away from Wooyoung. You lean to the side in order to get a better view of him from over your shoulder as you work your ass in slow, circular motions against him. The both of you let out a few laughs in between, focused on each other as if no one else was around. The grip on your hip tightens when Wooyoung’s free hand glides down your back in an effort to bend you over again. Your hands fall to your knees, picking up your pace to match the new song that comes on.

Wooyoung matches your energy so well it’s no wonder you never want to dance with anyone else the same way you do with him.

The dancing with Wooyoung continues for a bit more before he’s tapping out, tapping your hips once the song finishes. You stand to put some distance between you two, but he keeps you close; arm wrapped around your waist when you turn to look at him.

“I swear to God, Y/N.” He leans into your ear. “You make everything so difficult for me.”

“Doubt that.” He chuckles.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“The DJ is being fake and forgetting his set!” San teases. You blush and push him away, allowing him to get back to his craft in the meantime.

The next two and a half hours go by with a breeze, and you find your energy diminishing as the night continues to go on. You find yourself hugging closer to the wall behind the stage, leaning your head against Yeo’s shoulder— watching as San and Mingi continue to dance around and find a few pretties to get to know. Wooyoung turns over his shoulder a few times, tugging on your hand, flirting with you in a way he knows will get you to fold so quick; buckle at the knees, shyly giggle against him from all the cute ‘lil compliments that slip from his lips.

“Tryna go soon?” Yeosang asks near your ear. “Kinda over it.” He laughs.

“Yeah, I am, too! Let me just say goodbye to everyone.” You head to Yunho first, giving him a bear hug before letting San and Mingi playfully hug you and spin you around. “Hey.” You tug on Wooyoung’s hand, causing him to shift the headphones up so he could hear you.

“You’re leaving?” He frowns a bit.

“Yeah! Time for us to head out.” You smile, but he pouts.

“Where are you going?” He looks down at you, brushing the hair away from your face. “Don’t wanna stick around to grab a bite to eat with everyone after?”

“No, I’m tired. Yeo and I are probably just gonna grab something quick on the road before he drops me off.” He pouts even more.

“Gonna make me miss you.”

“Don’t say stuff like that, Woo.” He continues to pout anyway, hand coming to squeeze your side again in an endearing way.

“Can I text you later, then?”

“If I’m up.”

“I need you to be up. Please?”

“For what, exactly?” You chuckle.

“Your company.” He puckers his lips. “Tryna give me a kiss before you head out?”

“Get out.” You laugh.

“Just fuck and get together already!” Mingi says loudly with a hearty laugh. Woo turns to flip him off before shifting his attention back to you.

“Okay, please?” He repeats. “Promise me you’ll be up?”

“Get back to the crowd. I’ll be up.” You reassure him, gently pushing him towards the table. He nibbles at this bottom lip before heading back to his set. You nod over to Yeosang and start making your way out of the club, holding onto his hand as he leads the way again. Once you get outside, the cold air feels good against your sticky, warm skin. You let out a deep breath, keeping your body close to your bestfriend to keep some kind of warmth.

“I don’t know why you just don’t tell him.” Yeosang says as he continues to walk alongside you on the way to the car parked on the opposite end of the block.

“I have nothing to tell him.”

“Y/N, please.” Yeosang chuckles. “We know.” You roll your eyes and sigh.

“Why is everyone on my case about him tonight?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you two should just quit the act and get together already?” He snorts. “You should at least try when you guys get some alone time later.”

“Who said we will?”

“I know you, you’ll stay up for him.” Yeosang gives you a look before gently nudging you. “Until then, what do you wanna stop by for?”

“I don’t know, I’m not too hungry. Truthfully, I’d be satisfied with some good ol’ fries and an ice cream cone.” You laugh and Yeo nods while swinging his keys around his finger.

“Got it.” He unlocks the door. “Get in princess, we need to get your fries and ice cream before Woo comes over.” You scold him as you settle into the passenger’s seat, recalling some events from the night as he drives off to the nearest fast food joint for the best fries nearby.

When Yeosang finally drops you off at home, you’ve completely devoured your fries and ice cream cone, and you find yourself slowly dragging yourself up to your studio. The club had just closed, so you weren’t expecting to hear from Wooyoung for awhile. You let out a satisfied sigh when you slip out of your shoes, kicking them off to the side before tossing your bag and keys onto the table. You make a beeline for the shower, more than ready to wash off the club and get into something comfortable. It’s a quick one, though; a good 10 minutes under the hot water with that coconut body scrub you love so much before stepping out and lathering up with some body cream. You toss on an oversized shirt and crash onto your bed, feeling incredibly happy to be in your own safe space.

You wonder what Wooyoung is doing.

It’s crazy because at this point, it feels like the universe is listening closely to your thoughts— especially when a ding comes through on your phone and puts a big smile on your face.

wooyo: cutiepie

wooyo: are you up 🥺 say yes

you: lol yeah i am.

wooyo: fuck yeah! you kept your promise!

you: excuse, since when did i ever break a promise with you?

wooyo: never, that’s why you’re perfect for me

you: shut up lol

wooyo: lol 😙 can i slide through and hang out for a bit?

you: mhm! what happened to eating out with the boys?

wooyo: bruh san got too fucked up so we all ended up going our separate ways

you: wooooow hahah hope he’s good though?

wooyo: he’ll be fine. did u and yeo actually get some stuff to eat?

you: yeah we did. you should grab something for yourself before heading over

wooyo: nah it’s all good. i don’t care too much for it, just need your company. be there in 15?

you: sounds good! front door’s unlocked

wooyo: hot, she can’t wait either

you: stop while you’re ahead jung wooyoung

wooyo: oop hehe woops 🤭

It wasn’t anything new to have Wooyoung come over, but he usually comes to hang out for an hour or so before he’s leaving to head back to his own place. The good thing about Wooyoung is that even though there’s this deep chemistry, this longing for each other, he never forces anything. Never pressures you.

So, he comes through. He gives you a few kisses and gives you a few laughs from his jokes. He cuddles you for a bit before he’s saying his goodbyes and struggling to get himself out of the door.

It’ll probably be the same tonight, maybe.

It feels different because you loved seeing him in his element, and you loved having fun with him. It also feels different because your friends were all up in your case about him— now, you can’t really get the idea out of your head. That maybe, you do really, really want something with Wooyoung and you’re afraid to admit it. Afraid he might not feel the same even though he’s never done anything to hurt you or show you otherwise.

Maybe, you’ll finally take that leap tonight and just go for it.

Say fuck it.

In the end, at least you could say you tried, right?

Amidst all your overthinking, you surprisingly do fall asleep in those 15-20 minutes. You’re awoken by your front door closing, along with Wooyoung’s loud ass keys dangling from his keychain and hitting his thigh with every step he takes.

“Did you fall asleep?” He giggles when tosses his belongings onto your desk and plops onto your bed.

“I did fall asleep for a bit.” You yawn and fix your position a bit, Wooyoung laying next to you on his tummy.

“I didn’t even take that long, did I?”

“No, but I can’t be tired?! Damn.” He snorts.

“Sorry, sorry.” He kisses the tip of your nose, his arm draped over you. Hand caressing your side under your shirt. His hand is warm, but it tickles against your skin and raises a few goosebumps at how smooth his touch is. He looks at you for a split second before he leans in to peck you on the lips, smiling into the kiss just as he pulls back. “So, did you have fun?”

“I did. You played a good set tonight, Woo.”

“I did, huh?” You laugh.

“Did you have fun?”

“It was so fucking fun.” He laughs. “I just wished you stayed ‘till the end. Everyone seemed boo’d up and I was just the lonely ass DJ playing for the crowd.”

“Please. I’m sure you still had fun until then.”

“I did, but it wasn’t the same without you.” You give him a tiny, toothless smile, hand brushing through his soft black hair.

“When’s your next one?”

“Why, huh?” He smirks. “An excuse to dance up on me again?”

“Excuse you, you pulled me for a dance!” You playfully swat him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, and? I’ll do it again at the next one.” He pulls out his phone. “I’m doing something next weekend with a few other DJs. Wanna come?”

“Sure. I don’t think Yeo would go, though. I practically dragged his ass out for this one.”

“Okay.” Wooyoung types something on his phone before tossing it aside, full attention on you again. “Promise me you’ll actually stay until the end. Gimme a chance to show you off, too.”

“Wooyoung.” You giggle. He tickles your sides, causing you to squeal and kick your feet before he lets you breathe. You find Wooyoung staring at you again, and it causes your heart to do major flips.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N. You looked so damn good tonight.”

“You did too, I guess.” You tease and he bites onto his bottom lip, leaning forward for another kiss.

“Tease. Hate it.” He presses his lips against yours, holding it for as long as he can before he pulls back. “Why don’t you wanna kiss me in front of our friends, hm?” He presses another kiss to your lips, edging closer to your body so he could comfortably throw his arm around you.

“Because we aren’t together.” You giggle.

“Shouldn’t we change that?”

“Don’t say shit like that, Wooyoung. I told you.”

“I mean it. Why can’t we be? I don’t necessarily have anything to hide.” Wooyoung kisses at the corner of your lips. “Unless you do?”

“I don’t.”

“So, tell me. Why can’t we be?” He asks again, close to a whisper, lips grazing the surface of yours. You don’t say anything, no. Instead, you feel like your actions could do the talking for tonight. Your actions could tell Wooyoung what you’ve been feeling all this time, your actions could tell Wooyoung how much you’ve been longing for him— longing for something more, longing for something deeper than the surface.

You make the first move and push into his lips, instantly deepening the kiss. Your hands tug at the ends of his hair as the two of you fit in each other’s molds so perfectly; teeth clashing against each other in a fit of desperate need, tongues fighting for dominance. Hoping the answer would be evident in the way you move so well with him. “Fuck, baby.” Wooyoung breathily responds as you bite onto his bottom lip. He moves down to your neck and licks across the surface, gently nipping and sucking faint marks down the column. You feel Wooyoung’s hand squeeze at your hip before he pauses at the material of your panties, threatening to slip them down and toss them off. Everything suddenly feels so heated, too intense, too quick— you’re afraid there isn’t a way to come back from this anymore. “Y/N, if you tell me to stop right now, I’ll stop.” He feels your hesitancy, almost hears you thinking outloud. “Whatever you wanna do.”

“N-no. Keep going.”

“You sure? Cause if I keep going, I won’t be able to stop, you know that, right?” He gently nips at your chin while teasing the edge of your panties. “Been wanting this for so long, I won’t be able to help myself.”

“I want this too.”

“Yeah?” He smirks while finally pulling your panties down and tossing them onto the floor. “Gonna let me finally take care of you?” He kisses you once more before shifting his position to be in between your thighs, hands gripping at ‘em while he presses light kisses in your inner thighs. He smirks to himself and bites onto his bottom lip when he sees you bare underneath the shirt, causing the heat to rise to your cheeks.

“Woo.” You shyly throw an arm over your face.

“Don’t do that.” He chuckles and gently tugs on your elbow. “You’re so fucking beautiful, shit feels too fucking good to be true right now.” In a blink of an eye, Wooyoung presses a light kiss against your pussy— sending tingles straight down your spine. He indulges in how reactive you are, gently easing himself back down onto your heat to give you what you deserve. You let out a breathy moan when Wooyoung latches back on and continues his work on you; tongue working up and down, licking in between your folds. The pleasure makes your back arch in response, another moan slipping from your lips and sounding like music to Wooyoung’s ears.

“Oh my god.” You let out with a silent moan. You whimper when Wooyoung slips in two digits, pumping into you at a quick pace while his mouth continues to lap at your clit, sucking in between to taste every single drop of you. When he pulls out, you take the opportunity to grind against his mouth; aching to feel the friction you so desperately need, want, from him. “Oh fuck, Woo.” Your moan is a little louder this time, causing him to groan against you as a way to egg you on towards the finish line. “Just like that, please. I’m gonna—” You whine, repeatedly cursing to yourself until you feel that coil within you suddenly snap and throw you off guard. Your moans bounce off the walls and Wooyoung is sure the couple upstairs can hear it loud and clear.

Oh well.

“Did so well for me, pretty girl.” He kisses your inner thigh, leading a trail up to your knee. He sits back onto his knees and removes his shirt, the tent in his sweats making you drool the more you fixate on it.

“Woo.” You look at him with a tiny pout. “Can I?” You sit up in order to reach him and palm hin gently.

“Mm, baby.” He lets out a small moan. “You don’t have to, I just—”

“Please?” You beg with those eyes and Wooyoung can’t help buckle at the knees. You’re already helping him out his sweats, and he feels the urge, the desire, to find out how your pretty lips feel wrapped around his dick.

The image alone drives him to insanity, and he can’t wait to see you sucking him off like the good girl you are.

He swallows the lump in his throat when he watches you pump him slowly, taking your lips to his tip. He hisses when you lick away at the pre-cum pooling at the top of the head before lowering your mouth down his length.

And, fuck.

Wooyoung feels like he’ll lose himself right at this moment. He tilts his head back in pleasure, letting out a small, guttural moan when you work your mouth [and hands] on him. He gently tugs at your hair, pushing you a little further down his length just to test the waters. But, you take him anyway, and Wooyoung wants to fucking combust. You look so, so pretty with your lips around him, and it doesn’t help his cause when he feels his dick hit the back of your throat; pushing him to the highest of highs, purest ecstasy.

“Fuck—fuck.” He groans. “Baby, wait. You’ll make me cum.” He lets out a breath, eyes focusing on you. He pulls you back just a bit, caressing your cheek when he sees a faint tear streak coating the surface. “I need to be in you. Now.” You bite onto your bottom lip and settle back onto your back as Wooyoung slots himself back in between your legs. He takes your shirt off at the same time, tongue licking a stripe up your cleavage before leaving wet kisses along the swell of your breasts. He quickly pops a nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the puffy bud before repeating the motions with the other.

“Shit.” You hiss. “Wooyoung, please.”

“Please, what?” He teases. He has that shit-eating smirk on his face as he sits back and watches you squirm, pumping himself slowly while he waits for you to respond. “Hm, sweet girl?”

“Need you.”

“Where? Care to tell me again?”

“I swear to God if you aren’t fucking me in the next 2 minutes—” He laughs as he lowers himself back down, just enough to hover over your body and plant a feathery kiss on your lips.

“Say please.” He smiles. “Besides, do you have a condom? I swear I haven’t been messy or anything, you know this. But I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m on the pill, so please.”

“You sure?” You nod, hands resting on his shoulders. He does a subtle nod before he lines himself up at your entrance and eases in— the both of you letting out gasps while adjusting to the feeling. It already feels too good with the way he fills you up and makes you feel full. For Wooyoung, it’s the way your walls wrap around him so nicely that makes him truly believe you were made just for him.

Only him.

Once he bottoms out, he sits in the position for a second before he slowly rocks against you. Wooyoung begins to pick up the pace when he feels a little more comfortable, pressing kisses on every inch of your skin that he possibly can while whispering sweet nothings against the surface. He praises you so, so well, it has you whimpering a mess underneath him— only wanting more of Wooyoung, only wanting to feel every bit of his soul intertwined with yours at this very moment.

Only him.

“God, you feel so good Y/N.” He lets out a breathy moan into your mouth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. Everything about you is so perfect.” He moans. “So pretty and so perfect.” He picks up his pace, hips working a little sloppier, a little harder. “Just for me.” He sits back and rests his hand on your hips, pounding into you in such a majestic way, it almost has you seeing stars right then and there. You continue to praise him, letting him know how good he’s making you feel, and how you need him just like this.

Only him.

“Switch for me.” He removes himself quickly and directs you to your fours. He wastes no time slipping himself back into you, the new position and angle enough to make you two crave more and more of each other. Once he buries himself to the hilt, he keeps a steady pace as his hands explore every curve of your body, pressing kisses against the base of your neck;

Shoulders.

Back.

Tracing your spine.

“Feels too good.” You mewl, Wooyoung’s name slipping from your lips repeatedly like a song, a mantra. He continues to pound into your from behind— ass cheeks sore and red from the impact, from Wooyoung’s hands.

“Wanna make you mine.” He moans in your ear as he thrusts a ‘lil harder, a ‘lil rougher than the last. “Can I, babygirl?”

“Y-Yes.” Your response is almost broken by a cry that’s released, an immediate reaction to how hard Wooyoung is fucking into you.

“Say it louder. Can’t hear you. Can I make you mine, baby?” He repeats, thrusting even harder than the last. His hand glides down your back as you fall onto your chest with your cheek deep into the pillow; ass up and pressed against him so beautifully every time he fucks into you.

“Yes, fuck!” You let out, hand coming down to rub at your sensitive nub to push you over the edge one last time for tonight.

“Oh shit, gonna cum—” Woooyoung pants. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside.”

“So fucking hot—” He groans while sloppily working his hips until the very end. You feel him fill you up, coating your walls so deliciously it’s enough to push you to your own high. Wooyoung hisses and grunts a few times when he feels you squeeze him, feeling a bit sensitive from his own release.

“God.” You try to regulate your breathing when you come back down from cloud nine, body falling limp against the mattress with Wooyoung plopping next to you.

“Come here, pretty.” He chuckles, swooping you onto his chest with his hand coming up to stroke your hair and massage your scalp. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

“Okay. But, first. Can you stay tonight?” You look up at him and he smiles brightly.

“Why would I leave my baby’s side?” He kisses your forehead. “Let’s go. If you’re good, I’ll let you take me in the shower.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“The real after hours after party.” Wooyoung wiggles his eyebrows as he watches you climb over and start making your way to the bathroom.

“You’re so sick for that.” You laugh, squealing as he smacks your ass and follows you into the bathroom, getting his way with you once more under the steaming hot water.

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moremaybank · 1 year

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MELT — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary snapshots of your swoon-worthy relationship with jj (based on the song "melt" by kehlani)

warnings none. hella fluff. also, soft!jj

author's note i left out the ending of the song because it just would've been redundant. i hope that's okay!

jj masterlist ;; valentine's event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

i can’t tell where your hair ends and mine begins

if i ain’t have all these tattoos, i would think that it’s your skin

if i move too quick past you, i would think it’s my reflection

being this close isn’t close enough

you could tell every time we touch, every time we, oh

security. harmony. joy.

these were just some of the sentiments experienced by being together. there was a certain safety that you’d found in one another. it wrapped around the two of you like a lush blanket, much like the one the two of you were constantly under, and the warmth from it surrounded your hearts. it was fiery and beautiful. so powerful that it could make you melt into one.

and you did. every day.

the bed was warm, the heat of your bodies radiating onto the sheets and thick covers. sunshine was beaming through the sheer curtains, allowing a golden aura to light up the dimly lit bedroom. fingers danced along bare skin, soft kisses being painted upon each other with love. there was a simple contentment you and jj found just by holding each other.

“i never thought i could love anybody like this,” jj murmured, lips moving against your temple as his hand moved up your side. his heated touch left goosebumps in his wake, making you shiver. “you feel like something i pulled straight out of my dreams.”

“what do you mean?” you asked. a shy smile graced your features as you shifted in his arms, your chest now pressed to his as your hand came up to his face. you let your fingers trace along his sharp features, once again in pure disbelief at how gorgeous your boyfriend really was.

he shrugged. “i don’t know…i guess i never really saw the point in falling in love until i met you. you changed my whole damn world with that heart of gold, baby. you’re the one who cracked my heart open. you’re the one who made me feel heard. you’re the one who made me feel safe. whenever i’m around you, my heart beats out of my damn chest. my mind goes all fuzzy, and i can barely catch my breath. i wanna be around you and hold you in my arms all the time. sometimes i wish i could live inside your skin.”

“that’s kind of gross, j,” you joked.

“shut up,” he chuckled in response, “i’m serious. look, the only thing my dad has actually ever taught me is that love hurts. but it’s not like that with you. you make everything better. i just love you so damn much.”

“baby,” you cooed, your eyes welling with tears of joy. you leaned in, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. “i love you too. it’s you and me, j.”

“it's you and me."

wish i could build me a cute apartment

one-bedroom right where your heart is

inch of space feels broken-hearted

across the bed feels way too far and

i wonder when they see just one, do they see us two?

ooh, oh

there was a soul tie between you and jj. a healthy one formed with love. it kept you linked as if you were tied together with an invisible string.

even when the two of you were apart — which neither of you was ever thrilled about because if you’d had it your way, you’d be together all twenty-four hours of the day — you still felt so connected to each other. you both carried the love you shared in your hearts and souls and brought that love everywhere either of you went.

still, it didn’t stop either of you from being upset when you were forced apart.

“do you have to go?” you pouted as you watched jj pack his belongings into his backpack.

“baby, i’ve been staying here for three weeks now. i’ve been wearing and re-wearing the same shit. i need fresh clothes,” he laughed softly, looking at you from over his shoulder. “i’ll be back tomorrow, i promise.”

you sulked further, getting up from the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. the left side of your face rested against his shoulder blade as you cuddled into him. “you do know i have a washing machine, right?”

he turned around in your holds, cradling your face in his hands as he tilted your head up to look at him. “you know i don’t like leaving you. things would be easier if we lived together. that way, i’d be here all the time, and i wouldn’t be such a crap roommate to john b.”

you let his words sink in, the wheels in your brain turning as you thought of an idea. “so, let’s.”

“let’s what?”

“let’s live together. you’re always staying for weeks at a time, and it completely sucks whenever you have to leave. maybe you don’t have to anymore.”

jj cocked his brow, “are you serious?”

“as a heart attack, my love.”

with that, jj’s arms wrapped around your waist, and he lifted you up, twirling you around in the air. you both giggled away cheerfully, embracing each other tightly.

“i’m moving in, baby!”

that’s when i melt into you, oh-oh-oh

i melt into you, oh

that’s when i melt into you

melt into you, melt into you, oh

jj loved to watch you sleep.

not in a creepy way, but in a way where he could take the time to take you all in. the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you took each breath in. the way your long lashes kissed the tops of your cheeks lightly as they fluttered. the hints of a smile pulling at the corners of your lips subconsciously. you were so angelic; sometimes, jj struggled to believe that you were real and not just a figment of his wild imagination.

he remembered the first time he’d admired you in your slumber, deeming you his personal sleeping beauty.

you were at the chateau with the pogues, having come together for a movie night. you and jj were just friends at the time, but you were as close as ever, like two peas in a pod. you’d fallen asleep cuddled into his lap, one hand under your cheek and the other resting on his lower thigh, just above his knee. your touch sent a thrill through him, sparks igniting inside of him due to your warmth. your hair was out of your face, and the light from the tv cast over your features. it illuminated the dewy, natural glow of your skin, dancing along the tip of your nose, your chin, and the cheekbone that was visible to him. you were always beautiful to him, but there must have been something in the air that night because his heart threatened to burst just by admiring how peaceful you looked.

jj carefully smoothed a hand up your arm, landing on your shoulder as he traced circles onto your skin with his thumb. you shifted, still asleep, but your hand moved from his knee and grasped his. you wove your fingers with his and brought your joined hands to your chest, keeping them close to your heart. and that was the moment he knew he’d fallen in love with you so deeply that nothing could ever waver it.

and now, when you were deep in your sleep, you would reach out and pull him closer to you, just like you had that night. even if the two of you were skin-to-skin, as close as you could possibly be without morphing into one, you’d always wanted for him to be closer. and jj could never deny you because what he wanted was the same. he’d sigh into your scorching touch, kiss the nearest spot his lips could reach, and melt into you.

he hoped that every night for the rest of his life could look exactly like this.

matching your breath, follow your chest up and down

hopin’ you let secrets spill out your mouth and

inhale, exhale, breathe me in

with every breath, i’m sinkin’ in

no way to describe it, i’m a riot

if i wake up and i’m somehow beside you

instead of inside you, that shouldn’t surprise you

you don’t even notice, no need to remind you

you’d had past relationships before jj, and each time, you thought you had a good idea of what love was supposed to be. with every new romantic endeavour, each one better than the last, your perception of love grew more profound and poetic.

but as soon as you started spending time with jj, you discovered that you couldn’t have been more wrong.

being with jj just felt right. being with him gave you a stillness that seemed almost too good to be true. his love settled you. it grounded you on earth, though you felt like you were floating in space. it was a once in a lifetime type of connection, and you knew it would last.

“should i be nervous? we’ve been walking for a while, now, j,” you spoke, your eyes forced shut due to the blindfold jj had covered them with.

“shhh. we’re almost there, babe. this will all be worth it, i swear.” jj replied, guiding your steps from behind you. his hands were braced on your upper arms as he helped you walk, and his touch added the comfort you needed as you worried about where he was taking you.

“you know i can hear the waves crashing, right? and i can feel the sand underneath my shoes?”

“c’mon, pretty girl. play along,” he whined.

“alright,” you huffed, “i will.”

jj grinned, although you couldn’t see it as he continued to help you make your way toward the surprise he had planned.

“okay,” he said, coming to a halt. “stay there, don’t move. and don’t take the blindfold off until i say so.”

“um…okay?” you stood there waiting as you heard some low shuffling, and then what sounded like something being set down.

“alright, baby. open up.”

you removed the blindfold, and your gaze landed on jj. he was laying on top of a blanket set down on the sand. there was a picnic basket and a bouquet of roses to the right of him, along with a bottle of high-end champagne — one that you were slightly worried that he stole, but you put that on the back burner for now. the moonlight shone brightly, illuminating jj’s setup.

“what’s all this?” you asked, your voice nearly caught in your throat. he motioned you over with his hand, and you obliged, making your way over to him.

“i wanted to do something special for you. we’ve both been working non-stop, and we barely get to see each other. tonight was the first night that our schedules matched up, so i wanted to take advantage of it. give you the date night you deserved.”

you remained silent, and he chuckled at the evident shock on your face.

“is this your way of proposing?” you questioned.

jj laughed softly, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “hell nah, babe. when i propose, it’s going to be ten times more extravagant than all this. you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

“lord help me if that’s true,” you spoke, your lips forming into a grin. you leaned in, giving him a slow, gentle kiss. “thank you for this. i love you.”

“i love you too, princess.”

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infernalodie · 2 years

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Nate's ex dl hook up getting jealous of Maddy and his relationship and decides to see what she's all about

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

"𝘞𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣"

Inspo: Kehlani - Can I

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Masc!Fem!reader

Summary: After you and Nate stopped doing your weekly hook ups, you changed. But when you find out he stopped getting with you to get with Maddy Perez, you decide to see what all the fuss is about.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Smut, pet names, fingering, squirting, sub!Maddy, and Dom!reader

Words 1453

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

It wasn’t your fault for being here. Like, for real, you wouldn’t be here if Nate hadn’t decided to end things. You’d probably be in the nearest classroom, hoping to not get caught by your coach for trying to skip the gym. But here you were, benching a far larger weight than you likely should be able to with the curious gazes of girls in your class burning your figure.

When you were hooking up with Nate, it was like you had been pulled from a special box. This wasn’t just your analogy, you knew many girls that felt the same. Nate chose specifically when it came to chicks he either wanted to fuck or date. And with that in mind, there had to be something special about you that made him decide to choose you. You had been somewhere around 5’9- tall to most, but still tiny to Nate who stood at a whopping 6’4.

But around that time, you had felt the need to try and keep him around. Willing to lose fat that wasn’t there to satisfy this boy who fucked you and left. For a while, your consideration of destroying your body and mind had worked. He stayed around, gave you light conversation, fucked your brains out, and then went off with his days. But as per usual, he left you in the damaged state he influenced you.

Long story short, you got fucking jacked. Like, fucking jacked. To the point that you had joined the boy's football team and were now playing with Nate on the team. So, that was a huge slap in the face to him. Going against the expectations he had set for girls like you. Now, you were tackling him and knocking the wind out of him whenever he decided to be a stupid cunt on the field.

Although it felt nice to get back by hurting him physically, there was still the need to do more. To ruin the last thing that could give him the semblance to comfort. Which is how you found out about Maddy Perez.

Now, you didn’t hold it against Maddy that Nate chose her over you. Because let’s be honest, Maddy Perez was a beautiful girl and a girl you wouldn’t mind bending over the hood of your car. But you knew Nate could never be satisfied with a girl, especially ones like you or Maddy who couldn’t be controlled so easily.

So, that led to you coming up with a (likely heartless) plan to fuck Maddy and send a video to Nate. Simple at first, but a fucking convoluted mess like the entire essence of Sucker Punch. But there was some form of a path in your mind through all the bullshit you can follow.

It may have seemed selfish and petty to go after Nate and ruin everything in your life. But unlike anyone else, he deserved this fucking treatment. Hellfire could rain down on him and you wouldn’t even bat an eye. Besides that, when you first saw Maddy, you knew you wanted a piece of her.

Then again, who didn’t want Maddy? She was hot and rather aggressive to others who tried to harm her pack. But you knew more was to be desired underneath that perfect smile and snarky attitude. There had to be if guy after guy wanted to fuck her. Then again, guys usually thought with their dicks, so you had to take that into consideration.

Sitting in the change rooms after a P.E. class, you dug through your gym bag. Nothing exactly being of importance to you but waiting for the few other girls to leave. Glancing to your left, you spotted Maddy’s figure in the showers. Steam rising and clouding the view you had of her. It wasn’t much, just enough for you to get a view of that beautiful ass of hers.

As the moments passed, the few girls leftover slowly filtered out. Leaving you to start unchanging from your gym clothes. Being extra slow with your movements when you heard the shower shut off with wet feet padding across the room. Your eyes followed her until she was on the opposite bench to your left. Silently getting her clothes on as you watched her from the corner of your eye.

“You single, Maddy?” You asked abruptly, startling Maddy who stared at you for a moment.

“Uh, no,” she sassed, expectedly. “I’m with Nate.”

You hummed, pulling your shirt off and leaving yourself in your shorts and Nike sports bra. “That’s disappointing.”

Maddy raised a brow. “Why’s that?”

“Because I know I would fuck you better than him.” Your deadpan left no room for Maddy to suspect an amount of teasing. Just brutal honesty.

It rightfully left Maddy speechless. Imobolizing her from your advance towards her where you stopped barely a breath from her. She felt your hand brush a few strands of hair from her eyes with you cupping her cheek. “I know he doesn’t,” you stated. “You act, don’t you? To get what you want? I used to do it as well. He used to buy me everything I wanted as long as I made it seem like he could fuck good.”

Your lips twitched into a grin as you leaned down to her ear. Maddy sucked in a harsh breath, feeling the warmth of your lips against the shell of her ear. “But I could give you everything you wanted in one sitting, princess.”

Maddy couldn’t breathe. She was suffocating from the mere adrenaline of your lips on her neck. Your three fingers pounding into her with vigor. She was lost in the heat of it all. The wet sounds coming from her core were embarrassing, already adding more to the flush of her cheeks. Rolling her hips greedily, she was met by a slap on her clit, yelping in painful pleasure.

Staring up at you where you were positioned between her legs. Her completely naked and you still have your bra and shorts on. Muscles flex with every thrust of your fingers. You looked so hot from this angle. Far better than any other guy she had fucked in the past.

But the same could be said about Maddy as you looked down at the writhing and whining girl below you. She looked so adorable like this. So dishevelled and silently pleading for you to give her more. It would be something she deserved after having boring and repetitive sex with someone like Nate.

A breathy laugh fell from your lips at the pathetic sound. “Don’t be a brat, Maddy,” you husked. “Unless you don’t want to walk after I’m done with you.”

She had no choice but to listen and endure the onslaught of your pleasure. Allowing herself to try and just be still and enjoy it, because she was. She was loving every single bit of it. But from your fingers curving perfectly and diving deeper inside her, there was no stopping her hips from shooting up with her crying out. A stream shot out from her as your amused laughter filled the air. Leaving the girl a whimpering mess as she panted, moaning when your fingers thrust back into her.

“P-Please, I can’t take anymore-” Maddy’s cry was silenced by you shoving your free hand in her mouth. Causing her to whine and gag around your fingers that pressed down on her tongue and explored every crevice of her mouth.

“But you look so cute like this, Maddy,” you said with an evil grin. “You look so gorgeous so fucked out. It will only get better the more we go, right?” Her tongue obediently swirled around and in-between your fingers, making you chuckle. “I know that’s what you want after all.”

You were quickly realizing what you had been missing out on. Maddy’s body and how reactive it was is addicting. It enthralled you how easily she could come apart from the simplest touches. From the love bites that were scattered across her body from her ankles to her neck. You had made your claim and weren’t planning on letting something so special get far. Not when it satisfied the hunger in your stomach and got back at your ex.

By the time you had relented and stepped away from Maddy, she was destroyed. Her body twitched, lips parted with drool escaping the corner of her mouth. Her body was flushed while her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Crouching in front of her, you pushed your thumb past her lips. Humming in amusement when her lips closed around the digit, sucking it eagerly. “I can’t wait for us to do this again, Maddy,” you whispered. “Tell Nate I said hi.”

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roseandpeaches · 11 months

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Mingyu As a Boyfriend or Husband

No one asked for this, it's just that I'm in a terrible Mingyu brainrot and I need to let my assumptions out. Melt by Kehlani also inspired me.

When you wake up he'd be dead asleep. If you're late for work and didn't wake him up he'd pout and get upset because he'd want to make you breakfast and/or a packed lunch.

He loves dropping you off to work especially when he knows he won't be seeing you for the whole day. Bonus if he gets to meet you for lunch or pick you up from work to have dinner

On days he's not busy or doesn't have any schedules he'd be in full-time househusband mode. He cleans, cooks and gets all the little maintenance done. He'd teach you if you asked but he's happy to do it himself.

Pretty sure he can mend clothes if he wants to like a tiny hole or loose button.

When you shower he'd offer to scrub your back or wash your hair. His big hands would soothe all your aches away by massaging your shoulders and scalp.

10/10 he'd help you dry and comb your hair. Sometimes Mingyu would ask if he can help you with your haircare routine, be it applying serums or hair oil. He'd be meticulous, not missing a single strand.

After that he'd tell you to lay your head on his lap while he helps you with your skincare. Gently applying toner, carefully put your moisturiser while admiring all the small details on your face. When he's done he'd give you a quick kiss, proud of himself.

He'd love to cuddle when you're going to sleep. He'd share his schedules or whatever plans he has for the next day, and he asks you when both of you should go on a date so he could plan something out.

Sometimes when you're getting ready for work he'd offer to iron your clothes, that's when he'd notice the things he would have to mend later

On days that you decided to dress up he'd compliment you and he'd try to match you, maybe not by colour but by style.

He'd be good at decorating your place. He isn't a selfish man, so he'd try to incorporate your preferences with his so your house feels like a home, a space where it shows both you and him as one

Even though he loves being needed, he would appreciate it a lot when you're the one taking care of him. At first, he'd get flustered, but you have to smush his face and tell him that a relationship is a two-way street.

When you're both out hanging out with friends he'd be super clingy, he can't stand not being your main focus. He's like a puppy ok, he'd show it subtly at first like holding your waist or not letting go of your hand, it gets bad when he's bugging you- poking your sides, kissing the back of your neck or tugging your clothes (got this from that clip where he was tugging on dino's chain bcs he wants to go to the gym)

He'd lowkey turn into a big pouty baby if you ignore him.

He loves to hold you and to be held. Man loves skinship but not too much in public.

He'd be those kind of partners who'd give you his jacket when he'd already told you it's gonna be cold. Sure, he'd nag a bit, but he actually doesn't mind. He'd hold your bag for you. He'd wear your heels and give you his shoes when your feet get sore. As long as the love of his life is comfortable, he doesn't care if he has to suffer a bit

He's the kind to initiate things first so he'd feel delighted when you do things for him.

He's the kind to notice the small things really. You don't have to say it. He'd notice if you don't like your drink a certain way so he'd make sure to keep that in mind even if you don't say it to him.

#mingyu scenarios #mingyu headcanons #mingyu seventeen #mingyu fanfic #kim mingyu #mingyu fluff #mingyu #kim mingyu seventeen #seventeen mingyu #seventeen kim mingyu

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charmercharm3r · 2 years

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F&MU

LFX

Masterlist

wc: 9.4K

Synopsis: He'd do anything for you. Anything except screw you so hard until you forget your own name. Guess it was time for plan B.

warnings: smut, dom!felix, sub!reader, soft sex turned rough, unprotected sex (seriously wrap before u tap), sex talk or something like that, after care, he's really just softie tbh, can't really think of anymore warnings lmk if I missed something!

Part 2 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.

It was borderline catatonic, you knew that. Every argument that made him angry enough to storm out of the house, you sometimes did on purpose. From the outside it might’ve seemed like you and Felix hated one another, but that wasn’t the case. He was the love of your life, but he was so gentle, too gentle with you. As much as you pissed each other off, he never yelled at you, never screamed, never thought about hurting you in any way. This applied to every aspect of your relationship, including in the bedroom. Your relationship consisted of lots of banter, lots of bickering, and even more sex.

It was the norm that one of you would only have to give the other a look and off to the bedroom you went. It was both of your love languages, his being physical touch and yours being words of affirmation. Though the words of affirmation presented itself much differently than any normal way. Outside of the bedroom, no onlooker would’ve thought you and Felix were a couple with the way you teased each other. Behind closed doors, he spoke to you like you were a goddess that could grant him any wish he desired.

You bickered at one another like you’d been married for years, but no matter how heated the argument got, you never let each other go to bed angry. This was a promise you’d made in the early stages of your relationship, and neither of you planned on breaking it anytime soon. Tonight’s particular argument was about the way he’d forgotten to tell you he’d be coming home later than usual, missing your nightly dinner. He was generally pretty good about letting you know to put his food in some tupperware to save for later, however it was becoming more frequent that sending you a text had slipped his mind. “I did all of this for you, the least you could do was tell me you weren’t coming back to eat it,” you said as you packed the meal you’d cooked into a plastic tub.

“I’m sorry. How many times do I have to say it? I wasn’t planning on staying so late,” Felix’s tone showed he was tired of the same lecture for the past week. He watched as you manhandled the dishes on the stove, annoyingly tossing them into the sink with a loud clang. You leaned over the sink to look at him, standing there with a stupid look on his face because he knew all you ever asked for was communication. Your lack of response to his apology had him almost foaming at the mouth in agitation, “I could’ve not come home all together.” “You might as well not even live here anymore, if that’s how you’re gonna be thinking,” you raised an eyebrow at him, stalking towards your shared bedroom. Felix wasn’t sure what you were up to, so he followed closely behind you, stopping in the doorway when he saw you reach into the closet and pull out a duffle bag. “You’re leaving?!” He exclaimed.

Walking to the dresser, you opened his side. “Nope. This is my house. You’re leaving.”

You’d never kicked him out before, he half expected you to just be bluffing as you shoved whatever of his clothes you could find into the bag. “You’re kidding,” Felix said in disbelief. Only shaking your head no, you zipped the half filled bag and dropped at his feet. Felix was at a loss for words, eyes glued to your back that disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. You reappeared seconds later with his toothbrush in your hand. The powerful stride you led was enough proof to him that you weren’t joking. Stopping in front of him, you shoved his toothbrush into his chest, making him cup his hand over yours and stumble back a bit. “I’m not leaving, are you crazy?”

“Am I? For wanting my boyfriend to be able to tell me if he wasn’t going to be here? For hoping that you’d care about me just enough to let me know I didn’t have to go through the trouble of cooking for- apparently- one?” Your tone was sarcastic. He hated that.

“It was a mistake!”

“One you keep saying you’re going to fix. I’m tired, Felix,” your eyes dropped as you turned your back to him again, walking towards the bed.

“You’re not sleeping yet. We need to fix this.”

You untucked the covers and climbed beneath them, “I’m not sleeping. I just need a breather.”

“Why aren’t you yelling if it makes you so mad? Why don’t you scream in my face and tell me to fuck off? Why don’t you-”

“Why do you want me to?!” Your voice raised ever so slightly. Sitting up in the bed, you rubbed your eyes. “I’ve never asked you for anything except one thing! And you can’t even do that. Fucking pathetic.”

That was apparently his last straw of the night, Felix bent down and shoved the toothbrush into the duffle bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He turned on his heel and left the bedroom. You heard him grab his keys, then the door opening and slamming shut. It hadn’t occurred to you that he might actually be considering moving out, or breaking up with you entirely. Truth be told, it would’ve been easier for him to get rid of you all together seeing as you were only capable of annoying him lately. Had you gone too far this time? You let out a deep sigh, falling back into the pillow and shutting your eyes.

You didn’t sleep. You couldn’t when you knew he was out there, angry at you. Normally, it didn’t bother you that he was out and you were stuck at home, but this time felt different. He’d taken up on your offer by taking the bag of clothes with him wherever he was going, meaning he wasn’t coming home. It had been hours since he’d left, the clock now reading 2:30 a.m. With a guy as handsome as Felix, he could easily be anywhere getting his dick wet if he really was through with you and your antics. This had you pacing in the living room, biting your thumb as thoughts of his possible infidelity flooded your imagination. All he really had to do was bat his pretty lashes at someone and they’d be on their knees for him the way you always were.

You’d thought the sound of the door opening was a ghost time lapse, something that happened so often when you were alone and so used to a routine, so you didn’t bother turning to face the entryway where your boyfriend stood, watching you stalk back and forth. His eyes were glossy, cheeks red from the cold night air. He wasn’t sure how long he watched you work yourself into a mess over his absence. Finally, he spoke up, “you’re gonna cause a draft.” Your body jolted upon hearing his voice, freezing and looking at him stood with the bag at his feet.

“You came back,” tears welled in your eyes. You never cried during arguments, nor after, but the fear of possibly losing him had you rethinking all the bullshit you did just to get him to fuck you harder when in reality, you probably could’ve just asked.

Felix watched your eyes dart between him and the duffle bag, “I didn’t take it with me.” Upon closer inspection, you saw it wasn’t even zipped up, still sat next to the pile of your and his shoes. “What?” your voice almost a whisper.

“You didn’t see I left it?” he cracked a small laugh at your ignorance. “We don’t go to bed mad. I couldn’t take it.”

Burning in your eyes made you want to cry even more, but the sad look on his face when you spoke your next words tied the knot, “I thought you weren’t coming back.” Felix kicked off his shoes immediately and ran to embrace you, warm and sweet. You’d finally let yourself cry, sobbing into his jacket that was much too thin for this weather. His arms around your neck kept you firmly pressed to his chest as your body shuddered. “I always come back,” he mumbled into your hair, pressing light kisses to the top of your head. He let you unwind like this, your hands gripping onto his shirt as you let out more silent tears. After a few more moments like this you pulled away, sniffling as you said, “I thought you went somewhere- I- I don’t know where but I thought you might’ve met someone and-”

“Might’ve gone to someone else?” His heart broke as you crumbled before him. He’d never even considered the thought, there was no place he’d rather be. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you’d just accused him of cheating on you. “My love, I’m sorry I put you through that,” he reached out to cup your cheeks, forcing you to make eye contact. “And I’m sorry for the past couple of weeks, you were right.” Felix brought his lips to your cheeks, kissing away any stray tears. He didn’t stop, he kept leaving burning touches along your face with his lips and no intent to stop. This made you giggle and shut your eyes as his grip on your jaw tightened, holding you in place to start kissing down your neck. “You’re too good to me,” he breathed out between kisses, hands making their way down the sides of your body and slipping slightly under your shirt. His hands were warm and tender as he touched you.

You hadn’t meant to think out loud, but before you realized it had already been said, “am I?”

“What?” Felix put a pause on his kissing rampage to look at you again, though you didn’t look back in hopes it would deter the conversation. He pressed you again, “are you what, baby?”

Looks like there was no turning away. “Am I good enough for you?” If he could’ve Felix would’ve burst into flames right there with the sadness that clouded your eyes. He didn’t know what to say, talking was always your area of expertise. All he could come up with was, “more than enough,” before crashing his lips to yours. There were no other words exchanged between the time he kissed you and the time it took to get you both naked and in the bedroom. The way he showed you love was always through lingering touches, warm embraces, and even hotter kisses. But what he loved most was hair pulling. Not in a rough way, but when his head was between your legs and it proved how much you were enjoying yourself because of him, such as now.

Felix’s hair was of complete disarray, black locks sticking in every direction as you kneaded your fingers through it. You weren’t sure how long he’d been at it, you were hardly paying attention to how many orgasms he’d brought you to with his mouth and fingers, could’ve been minutes or could’ve been hours. You were panting and sweating at this point, your legs tossed over Felix’s shoulders as tried not to clench your thighs too tightly around his head. You were on the brink of another high as he curled his fingers at just the right angle to rub oh so nicely along your walls. What really did it for you was the way his lips would suck in your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. You’d been together long enough that he had the exact formula to make your body convulse down to a T. One good, hard suck and a couple more strokes of his fingers, you saw white and your eyes rolled back, “third times a charm, baby. Are you okay?” You could hear his voice, though not really understand his question. The only response Felix got was a few incoherent groans, though it was enough for him to stand up and pull his boxers down with a deep laugh.

As you were coming down from your high, Felix was already rubbing his hands into the sides of your thighs soothingly, peppering light kisses across your collarbone. As soon as you could open your eyes again, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hooked your legs to pull his hips in closer. This earned you another throaty chuckle, “relax, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Wanna take my time with you.” The sultriness of his voice in your ear sent shocks straight back down to your core, arousing you all over again.

You loved him with your whole being, but you didn’t want him to take his time or be gentle anymore. With how earth shattering the last three orgasms were for you, you didn’t want him to be soft. But how were you to ask your boyfriend, who couldn’t even kill the spider in your bathroom a month ago, to treat you as if you were less than the ground he walked on? You couldn’t, not right now at least. So you let him take you softly, painstakingly slow, making love as if you were the only person that could help him to produce enough love for the world.

He kept his strokes long and deep, pulling and pushing in from tip to base again and again. Both of your moans filled the empty space of the room. Your walls fluttered deliciously around him when he moaned particularly loud, and Felix figured out something new that makes you tick. Kissing between the valley of your breasts and up the center of your neck, he leaned in close to your ear and said in a tone lower than you’ve ever heard him speak, “you were made for me.” The newfound register of his voice made your body tingle, your eyes screwed tighter than they already were as your heels dug into the small of his back. Felix chuckled at your reaction, “you like this, love? You like how deep I am inside you? If I came right now, it probably wouldn’t spill out. You pussy sucks me in so good.” You clenched so tight, you thought you were actually pulling him deeper into you. Felix didn’t censor himself anymore that night, letting you hear exactly how your cunt made him feel.

Your bodies were drenched in sweat at this point, fingernails dragging down his back as he muttered the filthiest of things to you. “You’re mine, this pussy is mine. All for me,” he rambled one last time. You were so incredibly close, all it took was him biting into your neck for you to contract your walls and tip into your last high of the night. You brought Felix with you as your hands pulled at the roots of his hair, finishing into you with the deepest and loudest moan you’d heard all night. He fell onto you with a huff, calming himself enough before gently pulling out and planting a kiss to your forehead.

Felix rushed towards the bathroom, you’d heard him shuffle around and run the sink before shutting it off and making his way back to you, laid out in relaxation on your back. The walls weren’t spinning, but you definitely felt lighter than you had in the past few days. Felix gave you another kiss on the cheek as he spread your knees, wiping away any left over residue. The contact of the wet towel made you flinch. “I know I’m sorry. But hey, there really isn’t anything spilling out,” he said, which made you laugh a little harder than it should’ve, making a tear roll down your cheek. “Babe, why are you crying?” Felix asked through the short burst of laughter.

“I don’t know… it was really good,” you replied honestly. It was really good, so good that it gave you a taste of what you could have, only making you want more. It made you feel selfish for even wasting a tear on the subject. Felix was just as confused as you were about your emotions, “then?”

He tossed the towel into the hamper, jumping into his side of the bed and sitting up to look at you. You felt like you couldn’t look at him, embarrassed by the thought of having to tell your extremely loving and sensitive boyfriend about your fantasies. As you stared at the ceiling, Felix rolled onto his side and leaned on his forearm, listening intently. You were both still butt naked, so he pulled the long-forgotten sheets to cover your recovering bodies. He sensed your hesitance, “you can tell me anything.”

“I know I can,” more hot tears started to form, but you quickly rubbed your face to make them stop. “But that’s why it’s even more embarrassing…”

“Embarrassing to admit you have a voice kink?” Felix said it like it was casual conversation. It should be, sex talk between partners. You were used to telling him how wonderful he was in bed, but not used to telling him what he could be doing.

You nodded, still staring at the ceiling. “And maybe a biting kink?” He kept pressing, remembering the little things he did tonight that made you feel things you usually didn’t. You weren’t sure how to respond, biting your lower lip as your eyebrows scrunched. Felix readjusted himself to lay on his back, gesturing for you to lay on his chest. You compliedall to easily. “Is there more I should know about?” He said just above a whisper, running his fingers lightly along the top of your head.

“Can you not look at me when I say this?” you buried your head deeper into his chest, cheeks heating up.

“Will that make you more comfortable?” You nodded again, closing your eyes. “Okay, not looking.”

“I…” you sucked in a deep breath, “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think and manhandle me until I’m crying and choke me and slap me and make me beg-“

“Woah wait-“

“Lix just be rough with me. I just want-“

“For me to treat you like shit?” You could hear the amusement in his voice, like he expected it. The change of tone gave you a sudden confidence boost, shooting up and looking him dead in the eyes. “Yeah.”

He wore a shit eating grin. “Okay. I’ll keep that in mind,” was all he said before you back down to cuddle once again. You felt somewhat relieved by his reaction, though the nervousness still lingered as you recalled the way his voice sounded not too long ago, deep and controlling and so utterly sexy. But you were too spent, too tired to even consider another round to see if your boyfriend really did pick up what you were putting down. Just as your eyes began to close, a rumbling in Felix’s chest made you peer up at him. He was giggling, but his eyes were shut. “What?”

“Heh, you’re so funny.” He kissed the top of your head and flipped you on your back, turning both of you on your sides to spoon you to sleep.

It had been a while since that last argument, about three months. The two of you were happy and content, though still bickering as usual. Neither of you brought up the discussion, only implementing it slowly into your sex lives little by little. It started with tighter hair pulling and light slapping of your ass every now and then, progressing to a bit of choking then slapping your face a bit, eventually he was okay with you scratching up his back while he bit love marks across your skin. This is as far as it had gotten until today.

Felix was at the studio with Chan and Minho, recording some stuff they’d been working on. They’d been at it for a couple of hours before deciding to take a well deserved break. Felix and Minho sat on the couch of the crowded room while Chan was in his usual chair at the desk. “I envy you,” Minho said, looking at the youngest.

“Why?” Felix questioned, confused as to what he was referring to. Taking off his hat, Minho ran a hand through his hair before sticking it back on. “‘Cause you and Y/N. Your relationship looks so easy to maintain. You fight, fuck, and make up like its Maybelline.”

“How do you know what Maybelline is?” Chan chuckled, turning around now interested in the conversation.

“Unimportant and besides the point,” he replied, “I’m jealous.” Felix stared at his hands, unable to understand why he brought it up.

“I mean, we don’t just fuck and make up. We talk it out first,” Felix defended himself. Though it wasn’t enough to convince Minho.

“You do? Cus if I remember correctly, she almost kicked you out last time.”

“She didn’t mean it,” he said sternly. And Felix was right, you didn’t mean it. It was just a one time thing done in the heat of the moment.

“You guys haven’t fought in a while, right?” Chan asked, a look of genuine concern on his face. Felix shook his head, “no. But the last time we did we-”

“Fucked and made up,” Minho shouted, amused by the flush of red that crowded the younger’s cheeks and ears. They rolled their eyes at Minho’s enthusiasm for Felix’s sex life. It wasn’t anything new for them, talking about each other’s flings and steamy nights, but Felix felt something different in the air when he remembered the way you described him wanting to switch up the way he treated you in the bedroom. He wasn’t sure how else to go about it other than the obvious stunts he was already pursuing.

The silence from Felix was winning enough for Minho to move his attention to his phone, Chan spinning back around in his chair. He pondered asking his older, much more experienced friends about it, almost sure that either of them could’ve given him a more than helpful answer. The only thing stopping him was his own embarrassment, Felix understood why you were so shy to speak up about your fantasies in the first place. Eventually, your fantasies became his. “Hyung?” Chan and Minho both responded, looking at him. He suddenly felt even more anxious. “You both have… had a lot of sex… right?” Minho looked up, moving his fingers like he was counting, then nodded, the oldest shrugged and cocked his head at his computer. “I- I think Y/N wants something different… but I don’t know- I’m not sure how- I’m starting to think she does things on purpose…”

Both older boys blinked at Felix in confusion. “Like?” Chan pressed. “Like… you see how we talk to each other. Sometimes I think maybe…”

“Oh my god, she does it on purpose!” Minho yelled as his eyes went wide, forgetting that they were technically at work. Felix jumped and shoved his palm over Minho’s mouth, shushing him instantly. “Shut up! The doors open!”

Chan stifled his laugh, covering his own mouth to not seem insensitive. Minho pushed the black haired boy off of him, sitting up and looking more intently at him. Felix did his best to hide the pink that tinted his ears. “It’s not funny, I swear,” Chan calmed down enough to say. “But really? Is that why she’s always fucking with you?”

“I think? I mean, after the last fight we had she kinda told me she wanted me to- okay, verbatim, ‘manhandle’ her,” he tucked his knees to his chest in effort to calm his heartbeat. “But how do I do that?! I’ve never been… rough… before.” It felt so foreign for him to admit.

“You must be one gentle ass lover,” Minho laughed again. “Does she ever really piss you off?” Felix shook his head no again. “Not so much pissed off, just like… frustrated?”

No one knew what to say, they all knew Felix wasn’t an angry person. If he was ever mad, it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed within a couple hours. Being consumed by anger was something he just didn’t do. “Maybe you should,” Chan said nonchalantly. Felix looked at him quizzically, “get angry.”

Later that night, Felix had decided to walk back to your shared apartment. It wasn’t a long walk, but it did give enough time for Chan to call you and inform you of the conversation he had with your boyfriend- only partially, though. He didn’t give you any gorey details, just mentioning how he gave Felix a little “pep talk,” is what he called it. “We coached him a bit, gave him a few pointers. But he doesn’t think he could do it unless you get him real pissed.” That’s what Chan said. Idea after idea flooded your brain. You were great at annoying your boyfriend, it’s your specialty. You just hope that he doesn’t take it too personally.

Felix arrived not even fifteen minutes after you ended the phone call with his bandmate, calling out for you when he stepped into your home. It still gave you butterflies seeing him after he’d been at work all day, that’s how you knew that your relationship was as solid as could be. And that you could get him exactly where you wanted him. You’d let him wash up and make a quick meal before you both called it a night, getting into bed together. He’d told you about his day and all the progress he made in the studio. “Tomorrow is just dance practice and a costume fitting,” he was laid on his back with an arm behind his head and the other brushing his fingers through your hair. He loved seeing you so vulnerable for him in the most innocent ways, such as right now where you’re both naked in bed besides the panties you wore and his boxers, on your stomach with your head perched in your palms. The closeness without the barrier of clothes was always something Felix adored about being able to fall asleep next to you, the skin to skin contact growing to be something you loved just as much.

“Would you wanna come? Tomorrow, I mean- with me?” It wasn’t rare for him to ask you to come places with him, and you’d been to his company more than enough times. Still, he was always unsure. You nodded excitedly, “good. I need your opinion on whatever the hell they decide to put me in.” Laughter filled the air as you melted into his touch and the bed, falling asleep.

The morning came quicker than expected, you’d heard Felix’s alarm go off and buried your face deeper into the pillow. His warm hand traced up your bare thigh, gently shaking your hip to wake you, “c’mon love. You’re coming with me today, remember?”

How could you forget?

Sighing, you rolled onto your back and drowsily opened your eyes to see your boyfriend hanging above you, waiting. As soon as your vision focused, he leaned down and pressed a sweet, closed-mouthed kiss to your lips, “mmm… morning breath.” He teased, shuffling away into the bathroom.

You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard, not in front of his friends that were always so stylish. Keeping your makeup clean and simple, you opted for baggy straight legged lounge pants and a cropped white shirt to even out your proportions. It was nice enough, right?

Wrong. The dance room was filled with beautiful clothes for the group and even more beautiful women, their stylists to be specific. They were all dressed so chic and they looked so well put together. Felix didn’t need to introduce you to the members, however it was your first time meeting their stylists. They all seemed nice, greeting you politely and complementing your hair or makeup. To be honest, you couldn’t be bothered to remember all of their names, but one stood out more than the rest. Her short hair was silver, starkly different to that of your boyfriend’s. She was tall and wore a blazer that accentuated her arms nicely. To say she was attractive would be an understatement. Felix mentioned that her name was Mihyeon.

The boys were off changing into whatever stage costume was handed to them, leaving you alone sitting on one of the benches waiting for their return. Mihyeon strode over, taking the seat beside you. “I really love your outfit! You played with the proportions so nicely. Do you mind if I take a closer look?” she asked, standing again and holding her hand out for you to take. You did, letting her lead you to the mirror wall. She stood behind you, playing with the top of your pants, pulling the back of it to mold closer to your hips and show off your figure. Mihyeon continued down the length of them, every curve of your lower body on display for her to examine. To say you were enjoying the attention was an understatement, you loved it, especially from a woman who was as attractive as her.

Shameless in the room still full of people, Mihyeon let go of your pants, standing again and resting her hands over your shoulders then slowly sliding them down your arms. The tips of her fingers lingered over the tops of your own hands, breaking contact to glide along your hips and back up towards the bit of exposed skin of your stomach. She tugged lightly at the hem of your shirt, leaning forward so her chin hovered above your shoulder. It seemed that she was about to speak when the door to the dance room opened.

Felix was fiddling with his belt when his eyes trained on the scene before him, his stylist’s hands on his girlfriend in a way that wouldn’t even touch him even though he was the idol. A flame lit in his gut, angrily doing his belt and stalking away into the corner of the room his phone was. You pushed Mihyeon’s hands off of you, finding your way to the man who was clearly fuming. He didn’t look at you, eyes trained on his phone.

You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. He was insecure, sure, but only ever with himself. Never has he been jealous or even mentioned any sort of malice towards people who hit on you. Something about the way he invited you today because he values your opinion, the way he left for no more than ten minutes and another woman’s hands are on you, the way it looked like you were enjoying it. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to yell at you or fuck you until you were the one yelling. Probably the latter, and preferably his name.

You were still supposed to be at the company with Felix for a couple more hours, so you did your best to ease tensions with him by sliding your arms around his waist from behind. “You look great, baby,” you cooed in his ear. He didn’t acknowledge your presence verbally, but the way his shoulder tensed when you touched him told you he knew it was you. Pressing a kiss to the skin behind his ear, you hugged him tighter, his muscles slightly relaxing into you. Back hugs were always his weakness.

When you reached out to cup your hand over his that held his phone, he abruptly turned around and looked you in the eyes. “Yeah? Doesn’t Mihyeon look better, though?” His tone was sarcastic as he slumped back into the bench, averting your gaze again.

“N-no?” you asked, playing dumb. Settling in front of him on your knees, you pulled his feet out to trap you between them. Innocent, the way he liked it, your small actions that made him feel so big and powerful.

Felix leaned forward, elbows on his knees as his hand scooped your chin, raising it so you looked him directly in the eyes. “No? So you weren’t just letting her touch you like you were waiting for her to fuck you?” He whispered, letting go of your face as you shook your head no. “I think you’re lying to me,” his voice lowered and taunting. This new side of your boyfriend sent shivers down your spine, straight to your core. You could feel your panties getting sticky as he sat back and spread his knees, keeping his feet firmly pressed to either side of your body to hold you in place. Felix’s tongue pushed into the side of his cheek, looking down at you. He really did look good, especially in these new all black stage outfits, riddled with chains that formed a spider web across his chest. The doe eyes you were making at him paired with the way you sat on your knees, hands in your lap made him come to a decision. Clicking his tongue, he came in close again, “we aren’t staying for practice. After this fitting, we’re going home and I’m going to make you wish you had kept your hands to yourself.”

The fitting went by excruciatingly slow, your boyfriend was purposely taking his time. He knew your core was throbbing in anticipation as you couldn’t find the strength to stand and mingle with the other members like you usually would, letting them come to you when they wanted to chat. You avoided Mihyeon at all costs, not wanting to push Felix further. Or maybe you did, but that was for another day.

He acted completely normal with the other members, though whenever he would make his way back to you, he’d whisper in such a low register how badly he wanted to ruin you and make you beg for mercy. You could swear your heart had dropped into your pussy with how much it thumped between your legs. If these were the pointers Chan and Minho gave him, you’d have told them sooner.

Felix all but dragged you out of the building, flagging down the first taxi he could and politely pushed you inside. His hand never left the inside of your thigh as he stared out the window. You could tell he was still mad judging by the way his jaw tensed when you let your own hand rest over his. It wasn’t until you were isolated together in the elevator did he speak again, “you have no idea how much you piss me off.” It came out as more of a growl than anything. As soon as the words left his mouth, he pushed you back against the wall of the elevator, hands on either side of your head. There was a new light behind his eyes, darkening his usually sunny irises in a way you could only make out to be lust. Pure, unfiltered, and unadulterated lust.

Felix held his stare so intensely it made you squirm, it was amusing to him knowing he had this effect on you with just a single look. The ride up to your floor felt longer than it ever had before. He didn’t move a muscle until the doors finally opened, taking your hand and letting you step in front of him to open the door. Hands found their way to your hips before you could even put the key into the lock, heavy breaths escaping you. As soon as you opened it, he shoved you inside with light but unexpected force, making you stumble. You dropped your bag to the floor, turning around to look at him as he entered and locked the front door.

“You think you can get away with anything, don’t you?” Anger now littered his face, pushing his eyebrows together as he stepped closer to you. You didn’t get a chance to reason with him before Felix tipped your chin up with his finger, deciding how to proceed. “You’re going to do exactly as I say. You won’t question me, you won’t disobey. Understand?” you nodded, uncertain. “Words, bunny.” The new nickname raised goosebumps along your skin.

“I understand,” the words could barely leave your mouth.

He smiled, only now it was almost sadistic. “Hm. Now,” he began kicking off your shoes and gestured for you to follow. Once that was done, he continued, “go to the room and strip. Sit in the middle of the bed with your back to the door. You have five minutes.” You couldn’t have run any faster to your bedroom, hearing him chuckle at your responsiveness from his spot at the entryway.

You did as you were told, stripping yourself of all the restricting fabric and leaving it in a pile at the foot of the bed. Crawling into the center of your nicely made bed, you settled on resting on your knees, the way you did back at the dance studio with your hands politely in your lap. From the other room, you could hear your boyfriend shuffling around, the undoing of his belt ringing the loudest throughout the quiet apartment. You wanted to face the door to see him, but his instructions made it clear he didn’t want you to. Your suspicions were proven correct when the sudden presence of another body entering the room made the hairs on your skin stand. Footsteps drew closer behind you, the bed dipped back and you knew he was centimeters away.

Warm fingers traced up the side of your right arm until it reached your shoulder then moved your hair to one side. “So beautiful,” Felix mumbled into your hair, still not completely touching you. The compliment accompanied by his sultry voice made your body writhe with electricity, most potent between your legs. He climbed closer to you, now you could feel his body heat against your back but not pressed directly against you. Lips kissed your bare shoulder delicately as his hands presented something in front of you. Looking down, he held a silk white blindfold. You knew exactly where this was going.

“If you’re going to remember anything tonight, it’ll be four things. Okay, bunny?” his voice didn’t exceed that of a whisper.

“Yes, sir.” The name slipped from your mouth without your brain processing it, too focused on the aching of your core and how you were probably soaking the sheets beneath you.

“Sir? Hm… I like that,” Felix let out a breathy laugh. “Traffic system. Green means go, yellow means slow it down, red is full stop. Remember those colors.” He spread the blindfold between both of his hands, bringing it up to your eyes and tying it behind your head with ease. “What’s your color, bunny?”

It was hard to muster enough stability to speak, “green! Green. But that’s only three things, sir.”

Felix laughed again, still deep and lustful. “Bunny catches on quick. The last thing…” he paused, taking the sides of your arms and pushing your upper body forward so that you were on all fours. Your arms shook as he kissed and licked down your spine, taking hold of your hips to keep you still. The further he made his way down he began to smooth over the supple flesh of your ass, switching between groping and pinching it. The loss of your eyesight made you feel everything he did ten times more, making your skin vibrate wherever he left his mark. The pain of the pinching followed by his soft palms made your body convulse every so slightly. Felix’s lips touched every part of your backside except for where you wanted- no, needed him most. He trailed over each cheek and down and up both thighs before removing his lips all together, deciding to plant his hands strongly on the sides of your thighs. Felix hummed lowly, content with how you shuddered beneath him. “Remember to breathe.”

“What-“ his lips attached themselves to your aching clit, sucking you in before you could finish your sentence. The moisture your arousal already produced made his thick lips slick easily around you, adding to it by letting the tip of his tongue circle around the bud then between your folds and just barely gliding over your entrance. Your body burned in bliss, his hands still pinching your skin while his mouth worked overtime to stimulate you as much as possible.

You were drowning in the sudden pleasure, skin on fire as your vision was blacked out by the blindfold. Something about the sensory deprivation made you all the more wet. So lost in thought and ecstasy, Felix brought one of his magical hands up from your ass, only to bring it back down with a hard smack. The pain made you jolt forward and let out a high pitched moan. He chased your cunt to reattach his lips, rubbing into where he smacked you soothingly. Your breathing couldn’t have been more ragged, until he lifted and slapped the same cheek again… and again… and again. Your body shivered and convulsed, the sweetness of his mouth accompanied by the harsh slaps against your ass so close to sending you over the edge. Felix could feel your walls tightening as he dipped his tongue through your hole, the wet muscle circling inside and spreading you as much as possible. Dipping his tongue in and out, he knew you were close. Just to get you there, he moved back to your cunt, sucking, then one more smack sent you tumbling forward, arms giving out and falling face first into the bed as your body trembled through its first high of the night.

Your boyfriend’s deep laughter filled the room along with your whining groans, already blacked out vision somehow going white. It took you a few moments to regain your breath. Felix gave you this leeway, but only this once. His question pulled you from your second of relaxation, “color?”

Shaky arms managed to push you to your knees again, sitting back into how he initially wanted you. “Green, sir. Thank you.”

Felix let out a soft chuckle, “so polite, hm? I didn’t even ask you to thank me. Just because you’re so cute,” he gripped the back of your head by your hair, yanking you backwards slightly and wrapping his free hand under your jaw as his lips met yours. You could taste yourself as his tongue forced its way into your mouth, suddenly understanding why he always took liberty to go down first. Tongues dances around each other in a sloppy waltz, neither necessarily gaining dominance over the other. He pulled away first, also tugging your head so you couldn’t follow him. Though you couldn’t see his eyes, the seductive hum Felix let out was enough to know he was smiling at himself proudly. He tightened the grip on your hair, making you whine again. “My turn, bunny.”

He used the handle on your hair to toss you back towards the end of the bed with a yelp, feeling the edge of it under your neck. You felt the bed rise as he stood from it, seconds later he pulled you further off the edge by your rib cage. His warmth left for a split second, followed by the sound of his belt hitting the floor and his hands combed through your hair to hang. Felix’s scent made you feel dizzy, you wanted him even more.

Apparently your boyfriend was a mind reader. He cupped the side of your face from your upside down position, leaving one more spider man kiss on your lips. Still cradling your face, he lightly tapped the head of his cock to your mouth. It was almost second nature for you to open so he could enter.

His thrusts into your mouth started slow, careful not to hurt you. But his instincts got the best of him, pushing harder and deeper down your throat. You couldn’t see it, but he was fascinated by the way your neck bulged every time he pushed in. His eyes trained on your throat, eventually he found himself gripping his hands around it and adding a slight pressure, thumbs running up and down the center of your neck to feel for himself.

You were proud to say you were good at managing your gag reflex. However the new position, post orgasm bliss, and the sensory deprivation had you so brainless you almost forgot the very last rule. Your windpipe contracted around Felix’s cock in an attempt to fill with air. It didn’t help that his balls swung against your nose every time you tried to inhale, but you didn’t mind it.

Drool dribbled from the corners of your mouth and down your cheeks. From behind the blindfold you closed your eyes, blinking away tears that were forming. But you failed, the tears mixed with the drool that continued to wet your face and his balls. He gave you the satisfaction of moaning while he pummeled your mouth, the grip on your neck tightening as he lost himself to the pleasure. Felix spared you a split second of relief, pulling from your spit covered mouth to tap his tip against your lips again. “So pretty. My pretty bunny is so good for me,” he said, so clear and seductive enough for the words to shoot straight to your pussy again.

A couple more taps and he reinserted his cock into your mouth, showing no mercy as he leaned over your body onto his forearms to cage you in and thrust relentlessly. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag over and over. The vibrations electrified his dick, almost pushing him over the edge. Felix regained his self control before he could unload into your mouth, pulling out and taking in a deep breath. “God, you're so filthy,” there was a change in his tone, no longer praising. His footsteps drew away and around the side of the bed, grabbing your hands to sit you up.

“Does my dirty bunny want more?” he cooed, smoothing out your hair. You nodded, eager and needy. “Yes, sir. N-need more.”

“What do you want? Bunny needs to tell me exactly what she wants,” his breath fanned along the backside of your ear, pulling your hair away and kissing the hidden skin.

“W-want sir to f-fill me up,” Felix was taken aback slightly, the shock of your words reminding him that he’s still new to the roughness of the scene. Quickly he composed himself, letting a low hum rumble in your ear. Your body still shivered at his voice.

The bed dipped behind you again, hands resting at your hips. “On your knees,” he commanded, confidence lacing his words, and god did you love it. You obeyed, tucking your legs under you only for him to haul you forward by the hips and force you on all fours again. This time, a hand pushed your upper body down into the bed, ass hanging high on display for him. You couldn’t help but wiggle a little, needing his touch. “Patience is a virtue, love. Don’t rush me.”

With that he leaned his hips into yours, running his cock through your soaking folds teasingly. There was no stopping your whining, not when your nerve endings were on overdrive. Felix focused on the tip of his cock to your swollen clit, pressing incredibly and deliciously hard enough to make you both cry out. “Please, s-sir. C-can’t-“

Felix cut off your complaints by shoving his cock into you unexpectedly, jackhammering into you as soon as the tip was in. He was fucking you into the mattress unrelentingly, holding onto your upper thighs for leverage. You, on the other hand, was jello beneath him, if he hadn’t made you lay flat you would’ve fallen anyways.

The filling sensation every time he pulled out just to shove himself back in had your mouth in an ‘O’ shape, crying out into the pillow. You did your best to brace yourself by gripping onto the sheets, but every hard, deep, pounding thrust had you slowly inching further up the bed. Every couple thrusts his balls would bump against your clit, making you whine a bit louder. You’d learned early neither of you were quiet, however this was a new level. You couldn’t stop moaning, “f-fuck, sir! Please, please, please,” though you didn’t know what you were begging for.

His attack on your cunt ceased enough for him to speak, “fuck, bunny. So tight, so wet for m- god- don’t clench so fucking hard! Are you trying to make me cum right now?” Felix slapped your right cheek harder than he had all night, making you do exactly what he said not to; clench.

“‘m s-sorry sir. F-feel too good. More, need more.” He stopped his movements all together, trying to rile you up. It worked. You needed the friction of his cock dragging along your walls, so you took matters into your own hands by raising your hips and pushing it back down, fucking yourself onto him. He gave more slaps to your ass, making you clench even more than before. “You’re so desperate, hm? Look at you, so pretty and pathetic. Fucking yourself on my cock like a slut.” His degrading words rippled from your head to your toes, spurring him to continue. “You like when I call you that? My little slut, being so good for me. Trying to fuck me like the cock hungry bunny she is.” Everything about the way he spoke to you made your body crumble.

As much as you tried to rock your hips at the speed you wanted, you just couldn’t, not without him. “N-not enough. Please, sir, please help me,” you begged, broken voice ever so sweet in his ears.

Felix yanked at your hair again, sitting you up straight and pulling you flush against his chest. The grip on your hair loosened, only to be replaced on your neck, choking you. His free hand slithered around you waist and rested just between your stomach and your soaking mound. The new angle already shifted his cock in you, rubbing against the spot that had you drooling. “Like this, bunny?” The question was a rhetorical one, he could feel your walls fluttering against him and that was enough of an answer.

Your feet were on either side of his knees, hips pressed solidly to your ass as he kept your upper body against his. You were starting to feel drunk on the feeling of his hands around your neck and cock buried inside you. Then he started to move, quick and shallow thrusts that pounded against your g-spot every time. Felix added pressure to your throat, air supply gradually decreasing. You knew you asked for more, knowing he’d give it to you, but you didn’t expect the last trick he pulled from his pocket.

The hand below your stomach pressed into you, lowering your g-spot to an angle he hardly had to try to hit. When he did, he did it with such force you couldn’t speak, going mute all together. Drool leaked from your mouth again, mixing with tears as he sent you through wave after wave of pleasure. Slapping skin on skin and his working grunts was all that filled the room. Felix noticed your lack of verbal cues, “c’mon bunny, what happened? Didn’t you want me to be rough? Are you bored?” He asked in a tone that suggested he knew how good he made you feel. He was teasing you, poking fun at how dumb and messy you must’ve looked.

At the same time, the hand around your throat squeezed extra hard while the other pressed further into your lower region. The tightness of your clenching ushered him to remind you to breathe, despite his handle on your throat. The combined stimulation ripped your orgasm through you like a tidal wave, crying out his name in pure ecstasy. His hand dropped from your neck and joined down to rub figure eights against your clit to ride out the high. You did your best to control your breathing, which apparently worked because it felt like your orgasm didn’t fade for what seemed like forever.

Before you could fully come down, Felix shoved your limp body forward to put your ass in the air again. You felt him stand taller against your ass, untying the blindfold only to push your head deeper into the mattress. “Don’t forget about me, bunny.” The overstimulation of his cock still inside made it impossible to forget his presence.

One hand on your face in the sheets, the other finding your hand, interlocking your fingers as he supported his weight enough to rock into you again. He went fast, focusing solely on himself to get the final push. “S-so-“ you couldn’t get the words out with his hand and the bed muffling you. Felix brushed the hair from your eyes to see them locked shut.

“What is it, bunny? So what?”

“So good, so b-big-“ he rammed his cock so deep into you that you saw stars one more time. Your walls convulsed around him in an overstimulated orgasm you didn’t realize was coming. The clench and your words had Felix emptying himself into you, hunched over your back and holding tightly onto your hand- the only thing grounding him.

He stayed like this for a moment, leaving soft and calming kisses down your spine and rubbing his thumb against yours. You didn’t want to move even though the position was now uncomfortable, eyes already beginning to droop closed. Felix slowly pulled out as carefully as possible, but the sensitivity was still very present and made you wince. “Gotta get cleaned up, baby,” he rubbed your arms, attempting to pull you up but your body gave out, falling back into his lap. “So tired,” you mumbled, not even able to look up at him to see the hearts in his eyes.

Your boyfriend smiled down, wiping away the sweaty hair matted to your forehead and laying a sweet kiss to it. “I know.” He always knew.

He laid you back down, only to get up and lift you bridal style to the bathroom. Felix placed you down to sit on the toilet, instructing you to pee while he left to grab a glass of water. “No UTI’s here, right?” He joked, skipping away all too energized for the events that took place less than ten minutes ago. You made the mistake of glancing behind you at the mirror, the reflection giving away how ruined you looked with mascara stains down your cheeks, lipstick smeared into oblivion. It made your cheeks heat up at the recent memory.

Before you could get lost in thought, Felix made his way back into the restroom with a glass in his hand. “Drink,” he all but shoved it in your mouth. Ironic. He watched you swallow, eyes wide and so, so in love. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

The compliment caught you off guard, making you choke a little on the water. He laughed, running a hand to wipe a bit of mascara off your cheek. “Shower? Or too tired?” You shook your head no, leaning into his hand and rubbing your face into it. “Okay, okay. No shower.” Felix bent over and placed one last kiss to your lips before closing the door to let you situate yourself. He came back a minute later with a box of wipes, saying something about not going to sleep sweaty.

“That bed definitely has worse liquids on it than sweat,” you retorted, causing him to laugh brightly. Still, he held you up enough to wipe your body quickly, doing himself next and leading you back to bed.

You weren’t wrong, there were wet spots in various places. Felix stripped the bed quickly, only laying the loose sheet onto the bare mattress. “We’ll fix it tomorrow,” he said. You weren’t about to argue, so close to falling asleep standing up. He allowed you to fall into bed first, grabbing the comforter and tossing it over before climbing in next to you. Taking his usual spot with his chest to your back, he whispered with a smile in his voice, “was that rough enough for you?”

Eyes closing with the comfort of his lips to your neck, “more than enough,” you replied and allowed sleep to overtake you. Just as the darkness pulled you, you caught his voice one last time, “like Maybelline.”

A/N: this took a lil longer than I hoped to write, but still I think it came out decent for how thoughtless I was when putting it together heh

I may or may not take even a bit longer to put out the next part since next week is final exams for me then right after I'm going on a road trip, but I'll do what I can! in the mean time I'll more than likely write little dribbles and shorter fics to make up for it!

The next part im thinkiiiiiing... SPOILER... Hyunjin heheheheheheh. That one should be a bit more interesting with more inner monologue from him rather than reader.

As always feedback is appreciated!!!

-momo < 3

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