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tyunphoria · 5 months

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🌪️wakey, wakey — stray kids ot8

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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ot8(separately) x AFAB!reader

INCLUDES: somnophilia (consensual).

w.c: 2.3k

BANG CHAN

You wake up, the heaviness of sleep still clinging to your body. As you slowly come to your senses, you feel a familiar warmth between your thighs. You look down, your eyes widening in anticipation as you see Chan between your legs, his intense gaze fixated on your dripping pussy.

His fingers, adorned with a jeweled ring that glimmers in the dim light, brush against your slick entrance. Without wasting a second, Chan's fingers plunge into your wetness, stretching you to accommodate his relentless pace. The girth of his fingers fills you up completely, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Good morning, love.” You were about to respond until he cut you off with a loud moan escaping your lips. “You have a meeting at 7 today . . . make sure not to be late.”

With each thrust, his ring presses against your sensitive walls, adding an extra layer of stimulation that makes your toes curl and your body squirm with delight. The contrast between the hard metal and his velvety touch intensifies the sensations, taking you to the edge of ecstasy and keeping you there.

As you moan and writhe beneath him, Chan's free hand reaches between your bodies. His thumb finds your swollen clit, circling and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.

If only you knew what he meant last night when he said he would be your personal wake-up call every morning.

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LEE KNOW

You're lying there, blissfully unaware in your deep slumber, when suddenly you feel a strong grip on your ass, jolting you awake. Before you can even process what the fuck is happening, you find yourself face to face with Lee Know, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

Without a word, he reaches down and grabs your thighs, spreading them wide, revealing the glistening wetness between your legs. He positions himself between your thighs, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

“About time you woke up . . .”

he presses the head of his cock against your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly. And then, with a forceful thrust, he plunges his hard length between your thighs, finding refuge in the tight, warm embrace of your soft flesh.

You can feel the heat of his shaft, the pulsing veins rubbing against your sensitive skin. Lee Know's grip on your thighs tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he sets a rhythm.

The friction is glorious, his dick coated in your wetness as it glides against your sensitive flesh. With each pass, his breathing grows heavier–your thighs clench around his cock, Lee Know's movements become more desperate, more urgent, as he chases his own release.

You look up at him with a small frown of your own as he can’t help but coo at your cute expression.

“Aw, poor baby, are you mad ?” He taunts. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”

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CHANGBIN

You start with a gentle kiss on the tip, teasing him with the softness of your mouth. His body stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as the pleasure starts to seep into his dreams.

You take him deep into your mouth, feeling the head brush against the back of your throat, watching him stir and let out grunts and moans, his hips involuntarily thrusting towards your mouth, seeking more of the warmth of your mouth as the sensation drifts into his unconscious state.

Changbin's eyes shoot open, a wild mixture of surprise and ecstasy in his gaze as he realizes what's happening. His fingers weave into your hair, gripping tightly as he takes control, guiding your head with rough, desperate motions.

“Thought I was dreamin’, but fuck, this is so much better.”

You comply, choking back tears as you force him past the back of your throat, gagging and saliva dripping down your chin. Changbin's grip on your hair tightens as he loses himself in the sensation of your wet, hot mouth wrapped around him. He fucks your mouth harder now, his movements becoming more urgent, betraying his impending release.

You part your lips, your tongue darting out to tease the tip of the head of his cock, swirling around it, collecting the pre-cum oozing from his slit.

Smiling, you start to stop, pulling his length out your mouth. Changbin grips your wrists desperately as he whines.

“What do you think you’re doing ? Was about to cum too . . .” He guides your mouth back to his cock, slapping his tip against your lips. “be good and finish what you started.”

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HYUNJIN

It's early in the morning when Hyunjin finds himself restless and frustrated. He's been relying on his own hand for too fucking long, and he's sick and tired of trying to cum all morning. As he lies in bed, his thoughts wander to you. Hyunjin's gaze fixates on your exposed curves, the soft rise and fall of your chest, and the way your lips part slightly as you breathe–he can feel his cock throbbing, demanding attention as it presses against his boxers.

He didn’t wanna bother you. After all, you put up with this bastard’s horny ass and lasted five rounds last night. There’s no doubt you must be tired . . .

Fuck it.

Without a moment's hesitation, Hyunjin turns toward you, his hand snaking beneath the covers. He slides his fingers along the smooth fabric of your panties, feeling the wetness that has already begun to coat them.

The anticipation is thick in the air as he parts your delicate folds, revealing your pussy, still soaked and glistening from last night's activities; a beautiful mix of your slick and his cum.

His heart races as he positions himself between your legs, guiding the tip to your entrance, relishing in the way your hips involuntarily shift, seeking more friction. A low moan escapes your lips as he slowly pushed himself inside you, inch by agonizing inch.

Your tight walls envelop him, squeezing him with an exquisite tightness that sends shivers down his spine. Hyunjin's fingers grip the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he tries to contain the intensity of the sensation.

“Hyunjin . . . It’s five in the fucking morning.” you whine and try to swat him away. Felt good, sure, but you were still too sore for this.

“M’sorry, darling . . . just the tip okay ?”

He lied.

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HAN JISUNG

Jisung positions himself next to you, his desire pulsating through his veins. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, admiring your innocent beauty as you rest peacefully. But he's about to shatter that serenity in the most deliciously shocking way.

Taking hold of his aching cock, Jisung guides the tip to your parted lips, his heart racing with anticipation. With a slow, deliberate push, he slips his throbbing member between your soft, supple lips, the warmth and wetness enveloping him.

The sensation jolts you awake, your eyes flying open as you're greeted by the sight of Jisung's cock buried in your mouth. Your initial surprise quickly transforms into a moan of pleasure as he begins to thrust gently, his hips moving in rhythm with your waking senses.

The warmth and slickness of his precum drench your tongue, mixing with your own saliva as you take him deeper. Your senses awaken, your taste buds tingling with the salty flavor that is uniquely him. Jisung's hips begin to roll, his movements alternating between gentle, teasing thrusts and deeper, more forceful ones. Each time he pushes forward, his cock glides down your throat, filling your mouth to the brim.

“Mmf . . . Ah . . feel so good with your pretty lips wrapped around me, baby.” Jisung's breathing grows ragged, his moans growing louder with each passing moment. You roll your eyes, pushing him down on the bed as you climb on top of him.

“W-Wait, but I was so close–” you cut off his rambling by harshly tugging his cock, drawing a delicious gasp from Jisung’s lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just really horny . . . what ? You’re gonna punish me ? Fuck, yes. Please do . . . Mhm, I’ve been a bad boy.”

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FELIX

You slowly awaken from a deep slumber to the sensation of soft lips and a warm tongue exploring the folds of your dripping pussy. The first thing that registers in your mind is the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

You cry out a moan, unable to contain yourself, as Felix's skilled tongue dances across your sensitive clit, flicking and teasing it with expert precision. The sensation is electric, one that makes your legs tremble with pure ecstasy.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Felix pressed a loving kiss on your inner thigh. “Did you sleep well ?”

Felix ramps up his assault on your pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit with an unrelenting pace. His fingers join in, sliding deep inside your dripping wetness, fucking you with a rhythm that has your body shaking with anticipation.

You can barely muster a coherent response, so lost in the sensation of his tongue pressed up against you. You manage to gasp out a weak "yes," voice trembling with need.

He spoke so casually as if he isn’t eating you out right now; as if you aren’t fucking trembling with your legs thrown over his shoulders.

He hits all the right spots that make your toes curl and your head spin. Your breath becomes a series of ragged gasps, mixed with moans that escape your lips without restraint.

The feeling in your stomach builds, spiraling higher and higher, threatening to push you over the edge. Felix senses your impending release and applies just the right amount of pressure, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body.

“You could've at least waited after breakfast, lix . . .”

“What are you talking about ? This is my breakfast.”

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SEUNGMIN

You wake up to the sound of the bed creaking, and my ears catch the soft pants echoing in the room. Groggy and disoriented, you turn my head and your eyes widen in surprise. There, beside you, is Seungmin, his hand wrapped around his desperate cock, stroking it with an urgency that tells he's teetering on the edge of release.

Your eyes drink in the sight before you. His hand moves with rhythm, sliding up and down his throbbing cock. The sound of his fingers gripping and releasing, the wet slickness of pre-cum coating his shaft, it's all fucking intoxicating. His grip tightens around his throbbing length, veins pulsating with his racing heartbeat.

As he strokes himself, his lips part involuntarily, a low groan escaping his mouth before he quickly clamps down on it, biting his lower lip with intensity. It's a desperate attempt to muffle the noises threatening to spill forth.

"You could've just asked me to help, ya know," You say, your words cutting through the air like a sharp knife. A flush of embarrassment creeps up Seungmin's neck, turning his face a shade of crimson as he casts a glance away.

"Shut up," he stammers, his voice thick with humiliation. "I didn't want to disturb you."

How can you ever deny him when he looks so cute being all needy for your touch. With a smile on your face, you slip in between Seungmin's spread thighs. Your hands graze his quivering skin as you settle yourself in the perfect position, your warm breath ghosting over his inner thigh.

You press a trail of soft, eager kisses along his sensitive flesh. Each touch of your lips sends shivers coursing through his body, his muscles tensing and relaxing under your ministrations. Your tongue darts out to taste his skin, a wet flicker that leaves a trail of heat in its wake. Seungmin's breath hitches as he feels your lips inching closer to his aching cock.

He anticipates your next move eagerly, confused when you take his hand and guided it back to his length.

“Why’d you stop, Seungmin ? Keep going.”

He hesitates, battling between his pride and wanting to give in. Seungmin groans before starting to pump his dick again.

“You’re annoying . . .”

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JEONGIN

You hover over him, your hands gripping onto the headboard for support. Your eyes lock onto his face, watching for the first signs of stirring as you tease him with the softest touch. His eyes flutter open, and a mix of surprise and desire flashes across his face when he sees you straddling him, your walls already engulfing his dick in a warm embrace.

“Shit, Y/N, you scared me.” he lets out a laugh; his fingers instinctively find their way to your thighs, gripping firmly as he encourages your slow deliberate grinding. He brought his thumb down and swirled it around your swollen clit, admiring the way his cock would slip in and out of you.

Leaning forward, you place your hands on his chest for support as you as you rode him with a sense of urgency, bouncing up and down eagerly. Jeongin could sense the pure hunger and desire radiating from you, but he wanted to savor every moment, to feel every inch of your pussy wrapped around him.

“Slow down, baby . . .” Jeongin urged you to slow down, to take it easy. He wanted to revel in the sensation, to explore every inch of your wetness. He guided your hips, his strong hands firmly holding onto your waist, controlling the pace.

You nod, starting to move in a slow, deliberate manner, grinding and swirling your hips, setting the pace that you knew drove him wild. He throws his head back, panting softly as he thrusts up along with the roll of your hips.

Jeongin's hands explored your body, tracing the curves of your ass, gripping it and pulling you closer.

“That’s it . . . You feel so good, y/n . . . I wanna savor every part of you.”

a/n: i love seungmin sm *sobs*

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spiceofvy · 8 months

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Hyunjin walking in on the reader masturbating

notes: afab reader but no pronouns used, being watched during masturbation, guided masturbation, drawing, filming, praise, slight humiliation, overstimulation, "just one more", cunnilingus, finger sucking, reader does not give explicit consent to any of this but does not feel uncomfortable (please discuss with your partner before you try this at home)

requested by the amazing @veryjeongintxtkid

word count: 2.9k

You take one more look at the clock as you wash your hands in the bathroom. It’s about 40 more minutes until Hyunjin comes home, just enough time for today’s evening plan. Masturbating.

It has been a long day; the people around you were getting on your nerves; you were caught in the rain and now your favorite shoes were covered in dirt. All those problems just screamed for a climax to improve your mood.

You were also a little frustrated in the sexual sense. Hyunjin was preparing for the next comeback and when he came home, he was so tired. You knew that if you asked him, he would have sex with you so you could be satisfied, but you would feel guilty if he did just because you wanted to, not because he was also feeling like it. But the dissatisfaction was slowly eating at your nerves, so today your hand would do the honors.

You change into some comfy clothes and let yourself drop onto the bed. Dead tired, you could also just fall asleep now. But there is this itch you have to scratch and so you hook your thumbs under the hem of your pants and panties. Pull them down slowly, feeling how you’re already a little wet from anticipation. Kicking off your pants you just realized again how much you needed this. Your breath already goes a bit faster. Smiling at your neediness, you push your hands under your shirt and softly caress your breast, the light touch making the hairs on your body stand up. One hand making quick work of bunching up your shirt, while your other hand started kneading your sensitive breasts. You can’t help but chuckle again feeling your nipples harden. It’s been a while since you have been this horny. You start to rub your nipples between your thumb and index finger. Sending sweet spikes of pleasure to your core.

You let your hand wander to your already wet folds. But right before reaching them, you let them wander up and down the inside of your thighs. Teasing yourself a bit, pinching the skin, scratching carefully. Just enough to make your heartbeat rise more before your fingers dip into your wet hole. Carefully not touching your clit as you gather the wetness from your cunt before gliding your wet fingers back up to your chest, where you circle the right nipple. The wetness from your vagina adds to the stimulation and gives it even more of a perverse feeling. Your hands now work simultaneously on your breasts. Kneading, pulling, pinching. Teasing soft sounds from your throat. Closing your eyes you imagine it’s Hyunjin’s instead. Fuck, you wish he was with you right now. Making you feel dizzy, praising you as he makes you squirm under him.

Your breath goes fast and the need between your legs becomes harder and harder to ignore. You release one of your tits and let your hand glide to your glistening slit. Again, you gather wetness from your hole before you softly touch your sensitive clit. A shiver of hot lust runs through you, pulling your fingers away, smiling at how needy you are. Teasing yourself again, you pull at your nipple while circling your clitoris without touching it directly. Your heart beats out of your chest and you feel your blood rushing through your veins. When you finally touch your neglected clit, you can’t stop the moan that builds in your throat.

Enough teasing. You waited long enough for this.

Giving your breast another squeeze, you move the hand at your clitoris faster. The wet noises sounding pornographic, and just as sensual as the moans you now freely let out. The weeks of not cumming showing themselves in how sensitive you are. Your other hand starts to wander all over your body, unsure where to touch yourself next, on a mindless chase for more pleasure. Letting out another moan, feeling your orgasm coming closer while you hear steps next to you.

Your eyes open but your hand barely comes to a stop, making you whine as you edge yourself. It was Hyunjin, sitting on the chair at your desk, holding a sketchbook and a pen.

“Don’t stop, please”, your eyes meet and he looks almost frantic. His pen moves blindly over his paper as he looks up and down your body. You know this expression, he is deep in his artist mindset. “Please keep going, for me”, he says with his low voice, looking directly at you.

You were already so close you weren’t even thinking about stopping, holding eye contact with Hyunjin as you start moving your fingers on your clitoris again. The feeling of being watched burns under your skin just as much as your impending orgasm. Feeling even more naked now. Your insides are out under Hyunjins’ watchful eyes. His pen scratching over the paper; you know the picture he captures must be sinful, obvious in how shamelessly stares at your body, at your flushed face, your hard nipples, and at your cunt open for him to look at. The way he stares at you makes you dizzy. It brought a whole new kind of pleasure. You never considered that you could like being watched like this. "Hyunjin!" you moan softly and he smirks confidently while looking at his paper. While you just wish that he would throw that stupid sketchbook away and touch you until you can’t remember anything but his name.

“Hyunjin… close”, you moan when you feel your orgasm approaching. The knot in your abdomen tightens and finally pops. “Jinnie! Jinnie! Coming!” you squeeze your eyes shut and your legs start twitching. Your free hand claws at the mattress as the world seems to stop for a second.

The world starts to slowly turn again while you recover from your orgasm. Your body relaxes letting out a deep sigh. This was exactly what you needed after a long day. Swallowing the drool that gathered in your mouth you pet your own thigh soothingly. You hear Hyunjin getting closer and sitting next to you. You expect his hand on you, helping you calm down. After this orgasm. But they don't come.

“Don’t stop now baby”, he whispers deeply next to you while you open your eyes; he still has this focused expression, “I don’t have all the references I need.”

You whine, as he opens a new page in his sketchbook, “Hyunjin”, you lowly plead with him. He smiles at you, but his eyes tell you that he is far from finished with you.

“C’mon, give me one more. You’re my muse.” He says, laying his head to one side. The way he asked made you weak and the hand on your thighs twitched towards your clit. You flinched when you actually touched it, sensitive about the stimulation. “So good for me, keep rubbing it”, you whimper, while starting to move your fingers. Spikes of pleasure coming from your clitoris. “Very good, just like that, my beautiful, beautiful muse.” His praise dipped you in honey and numbed the sparks of overstimulation as you went faster. You whined and your hips tried instinctively to move away from the stimulation, but the mattress stopped them. Body writhing and twitching, another whine leaves your lips.

You hear Hyunjin chuckle, “You’re doing so well, so pretty for me.” His way of talking to you was almost soft if it wasn’t for the sharpness that lingered in his voice. “Now, play with your cute tits for me.” You ripped your free hand away from the mattress and started to mindlessly paw at your breast. Unsure how to touch yourself further with your mind in a haze. You let out a long moan and throw your head back. The heat in your core was back already, and it was stealing your breath.

“So good. You look so pretty. You’re a masterpiece already.” The way he kept praising you pushed you closer to the edge and when you dared to look back in his eyes, they were still as dark and hazy as always. He stared you down with you falling apart under his look.

“Jinnie, close again!” You plead, hoping that this will finally get him to touch you. But he just smiled at you, shamelessly staring at you.

“That’s fine. Cum for me.”

His words alone pushed you over the edge. Everything around you turned white. Not even able to moan, you just opened your mouth to a silent sound and bore your hands into the mattress. The pleasure was mind-numbing but came with an almost painful electricity. You barely were able to come down from that orgasm. Your body twitching and going stiff, shaking you to the core.

“Look at you, baby, so pretty. You look perfect. You are perfect”, you turned your heavy head towards him. Admiring his soft smile, the way he looks at you with pure adoration. He slowly puts away his sketchbook and pen and pushes the chair away. “So good for me. Listening so well.” he keeps going as you take a couple of deep breaths. You giggle at yourself, his praise making you giddy.

“Did I do well as an art study?”, you teased him and he chuckles looking at you adoringly.

“Of course, my muse. I’m almost finished.”

“Almost?”, you look at him with wide eyes. What more does he need? He already put down his sketchbook.

Still smiling at you, he pulls out his phone and holds it up. “Just one more baby.”, his smile is devilish and his expression still contained this frantic glimmer, with the need to create art.

“More?”, you whine, pleading to him, you don’t know if you could cum again. You take a deep breath and feel inside yourself before you move your shaky hand to your glistening folds.

“Good, you’re doing so well”, he instantly resumes praising you as he holds up his phone, obviously starting the camera.

You hesitate before you touch your poor, oversensitive clit, remembering how your last orgasm felt. You finally convince yourself to just do it, your whole body seizing at the stimulation. With a soft hiss, you pull your hand away again. The touch was painful and you couldn’t decide if it was in a good or in a bad way. With every touch, your hips tried to flee from the overstimulation. You can only slowly rub your clit, as too much movement would burn your mind completely.

To your side, Hyunjin tuts at you. “C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that.”

Soft tears run down your face while you move your fingers quicker, a soft sob building in your throat. You felt like you were on fire, shaking and twitching on the mattress. Overstimulating yourself was a whole new kind of torture.

But it was just too much. You couldn’t go further, “Jinnie- can’t!” you sob and look up at him with teary eyes, hoping for him to help you finally. But he just smirks and steps closer to you.

“Is it too much for my little muse? It’s not that hard, you can do it. Why don’t you fuck yourself with your fingers? Your hole must feel so empty.” he belittles you and shame cuts you like a knife. Your free hand quickly moves to your cunt and, without thinking twice, you shove two of your fingers into your hole. The squelching noises humiliate you even more. You didn’t need any preparation. After two orgasms, your cunt was ready to take whatever it could get. Hyunjin chuckles from the side, “So greedy, so good for me.”

The additional stimulation makes the pleasure more bearable, shifting your focus away from your clit. While at the same time pushing you even further into the haze, you’re currently in. You sob and your body finally lets you move your fingers faster. Accepting that there is going to be another orgasm.

Hyunjin steps closer to you, holding his phone to your face with a wicked grin. “Look at you. So pretty for me. So perfect.” He mumbles, caressing your cheek with his thumb, letting it glide to your lips, pushing gently into your mouth. Opening it, pressing down on your tongue. He pulls his thumb out and exchanges it with two of his fingers. “Open for me,” he whispers and opens your mouth more. He films directly into it as he carefully lets his fingers run over your tongue almost all the way back to your throat before he pulls them back out. Drool runs down your chin as you moan around the fingers in your mouth. Your head feels dizzy, eyes flickering between his and the camera lens. Hands never stop moving.

Hyunjin pans the camera to your breast, his hand moving from your mouth to one of your breasts, leaving a wet trail on your skin. He holds your tit softly, clinically. Not to bring you pleasure, but to get the best shot of it. The best reference. He swipes a wet finger over your nipple and pulls it, making you choke. Before he goes further down your body, sitting next to your thighs. A tiny bit of hope fills you that he would finally help you know, but instead, he grabs your thigh like a vice and presses it roughly against your chest to get a better look at your fingers buried in yourself.

“Fuck,” he sighs as he watches your cunt, holding it open, moving his phone closer to get all the details. “So good, baby. I know you’re close. I can see your hole clenching around your fingers. So needy to cum.”

And he was right. The heat in your abdomen was almost unbearable. You were pushed so close that you couldn’t think of anything but him and the pleasure he was giving you by ordering you around.

“Do it baby, cum for me.”

Your orgasm crashed over you violently, as you only let out a sob. You tense up as the room rotates around you. It takes you a minute to come back to reality. And when you are, you are met with Hyunjin’s soft smile. He drops his phone into the mattress and gets up to gently press his lips against yours.

He kisses you slowly and languidly. Holding your face as if you were made out of glass. “Thank you so much, my muse, you did amazing.” He whispers, swiping your sweat-soaked hair out of your face. “Gave me all I needed, so good for me. So beautiful.” He whispers praises into your skin, leaving soft kisses all over your face. He softly holds you while your heartbeat calms down, your mind coming back to earth.

Finally, you turn your head towards him. “Got all you need?” You tease him with a smile. Feeling safe with him by your side.

He lays one of his hands on your cheek and you nuzzle against it. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” He whispers and kisses your forehead, “Can’t thank you enough. You really are my perfect little muse.” He keeps on petting your hair as he suddenly perked up. “Actually, I know how to thank my muse.” He says, smiling mischievously before moving down the mattress until his face is nestled between your thighs. “Let me show you how grateful I am, my muse.”

You couldn’t stop the dry laugh that escapes your throat. “I don’t know if I can cum again, Jinnie.”

“Don’t worry, I know you can.” Is all he says before he hungrily buried his face in your pussy. Lapping up the wetness that gathered there during your last three orgasms. Your whole body flinches and tries to move away from the stimulation, but he holds onto your thighs with a strong grip. Fucking you with his tongue before moving up to suck on your poor abused clit.

It’s all too much. Head falling back, you seize under his ministrations. Your veins are filled with fire, but it’s not enough. You need more. You need his all. Your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open uselessly. No longer able to form coherent sentences. Hyunjin releases one of your thighs and pushes his fingers into your cunt, reaching deeper than you could before. You are shaking as he fingers you ruthlessly. His eyes never leaving your face, smugly watching your fucked out expression.

Your head goes from one side to another, trying to deal with the pleasurable pain when your mind suddenly goes still. The pleasure killed all the surrounding sounds. You only feel Hyunjin. Only Hyunjin. Nothing goes on in your brain. He will take care of it all. With you just start falling into the cloudy abyss of your subconscious.

Your last orgasm makes you twitch weakly, garbled sounds coming from you that could be interpreted as Hyunjin’s name. Everything is soft and mushy around you. And if it weren’t for Hyunjin softly pulling you to his side, you would no longer know if you were still on earth. Everything feels far away, you just hear a voice talking to you. Hyunjin’s voice.

“It’s okay baby.” “Come back, you did so well.” “So beautiful for me.” “I’m here”

The world slowly starts to take form around you again. The fuzzy feeling leaving you as you feel Hyunjin by your side, holding you tightly, caressing your hair, whispering sweet words.

“There you are, my beautiful muse. You were down so deep. You did so well.”

You reach out your hand to hold his, and he gently takes your hand in his, kissing each knuckle carefully. Silently, you smile at him, not trusting yourself to talk again yet.

“Why don’t we go take a bath together?”

You nod, still smiling. Everything was okay, and your frustration was long forgotten.

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athforskz · 2 months

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Locked In - Yang Jeongin

Masterlist

Pairing: Jeongin x reader (afab)

Non-idol au

wc: ~7.7k

semi-proofread

Warnings: fluff, angst, pet names (babe/baby, princess), smut, jealousy, alcohol/drinking, dub-con if you squint, dry humping, fingering, oral (m- receiving), stealthing, unprotected piv, Yandere!Jeongin, breeding, baby trapping, dacryphilia, choking, spit, anal thumbing.

I think that’s it, let me know if I missed any!

Read responsibly. You are responsible for the content you consume.

Enjoy lovelies!

It was already Friday again. Meaning yet another week in your not so exciting life had flown by. You had no plans for the weekend and no friends that were free to spend it with. You, in fact, were the last of your friends that was still single. Everyone else had either married off or were currently in a serious relationship. You couldn’t help but feel the existential dread that encompassed your mind.

What if I’m alone forever?

Yeah, sure you’re still young in the grand scheme of things, but you couldn’t shake the doubt that maybe something was wrong. Wrong with you. Your body shook at the thought.

Deciding to do push the mess of thoughts to the back of your mind, you fished around for your phone in the nest of blankets you had curled yourself in on your bed. Your fingers quickly tap through your home screen until finding the app you were looking for. Tinder.

“Am I really doing this…?” You muttered to yourself. Contemplating once again about your life decisions. All you wanted was someone to call your own. A person to spend quality time with. Possibly settle down and start a life filled with contentment and love. Was that too much to ask?

Against your better judgement you opened the app and set up your profile. You chose the best pictures of yourself to display. Also making sure to write in your bio what you were seeking in a partner, that you were serious about your expectations. You may have been desperate but not desperate enough to lower the bar. At least not yet.

Within a few hours of swiping mindlessly, you got a couple dozen matches. Most of them are not what you’re looking for. But there was one that stood out. His name was Jeongin. He could hold a conversation, even making you laugh a few times. Before you knew it hours had passed of you both talking back and forth on the dating app. He ended up asking for your number claiming he doesn’t get on Tinder much anymore but wanted to keep the conversation going with you. Things were going so well that you thought nothing of it and immediately sent him your contact information. A couple minutes later your phone dinged with a message notification that you could safely assume was your new interest.

Unknown: Hey, y/n! It’s Jeongin :)

You: Do I know you?

You teased him as you saved his contact to your phone.

Jeongin: I’m so sorry! Wrong number!

You: Just kidding lol it’s me, y/n!

Jeongin: You almost sent me into a panic you little minx

The little pet name had you turned onto your front with your legs propped up behind you and kicking freely. You two texted for a little while longer before calling it a night.

Little did you know, Jeongin stayed up half the night doing research on you. Digging up whatever he could find about your past and your present. He had never known someone so beautiful, so perfect. So you. He couldn’t help the burning obsession he was growing towards you. It was like a thirst that could not be quenched. He needed you. All of you. Jeongin had never felt this way about anybody before and he wasn’t about to let it go. Was this what euphoria felt like?

The next morning you had awoken to a bird pecking at your window. The tap-tap-tap sounds reverberate throughout your room. You got up from your bed stretching with a yawn before opening your curtains to find the little tweeting perpetrator. It flew off quickly upon it being caught, leaving you to stare at the newly arisen sun. Just then, your phone vibrated on the nightstand. Hm, 7:03am the clock read. You swiftly unlocked your phone and unplugged it from the charger to read the new message from Jeongin.

Jeongin: Good morning! Hope you slept well

You: Morning, Jeongin! I did actually. Did you get some good rest too?

Jeongin: You could say that. Hey, I uh.. I wanted to ask you something.

You: What’s up?

Jeongin: Do you want to go get coffee together? Like today? I know it’s short notice so if you can’t that’s totally fine!

You: I’d love to go with you :)

Jeongin’s heart flipped in his chest with a widening smile across his face. He can’t believe you agreed to go with him. Now was his time to shine! He had to look his best for you which would be easier said than done because he in fact did not get any sleep. How could he when all that was on his mind was you?

The both of you agreed to meet at a local cafe called LaVazza in an hour. At first, you weren’t expecting to be doing anything with your Saturday besides maybe catching up on some research for your job. However, that could wait until later. You had a date with a cute guy after all.

Wait… a date? Can I even call it that? Is that what this is?

Numerous thoughts began to fill your head as you got ready. Should you dress up or look casual? Go all out with your makeup? Should you put your hair up or leave it down? A cold splash of water would help you think more clearly. Finally, you decided on an off the shoulder cashmere sweater, leggings, and black booties with light makeup to complete the look. You brushed your hair choosing to leave it down since your shoulders were exposed. You did one last mirror check before grabbing the essentials and making your way out of the apartment.

The cafe wasn’t too far from your place so walking was your choice of transportation. Nothing like a brisk walk on a cool Saturday morning to calm your nerves.

Upon reaching LaVazza, the fresh smell of coffee hit your nose. You breathed in deeply while looking around for Jeongin. No sign of him yet. You had gotten there a few minutes early after all. Surely he’d be here in a bit. You walked over to a booth seated in the corner next to the window while you waited; checking your phone every so often to see if you had gotten any messages. Nothing.

At some point you had zoned out while looking over the menu to decide what to order. You snapped back to reality once you felt a presence looming next to you.

“This seat taken?” A warm voice asked.

You looked up to meet none other than Jeongin’s gaze. Your mouth slightly agape as you took in the sight of him. Of course you had seen his photos on tinder yesterday but he was down right handsome in the flesh. He took his seat in the booth directly across from you, folding his hands neatly in front of him on the table. He cleared his throat which brought you out of a daze. “I-I’m sorry. Um hi! It’s nice to finally meet you.” You blinked and extended your hand across the table while mentally scolding yourself for staring so shamelessly. He chuckled while taking your hand and bringing it up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Your face flushed in a deep blush. You had been going for a simple handshake but you weren’t going to complain about his greeting. Not when his lips felt so soft on your skin and his voice was like velvet. “Nice to meet you too,” he finally replied.

It seemed like Jeongin was playing it cool, but on the inside he was on fire. He felt his world stop when he first laid eyes on you sitting in the booth. He can’t believe just how gorgeous you are up close. Once you caught sight of him he saw your reaction, making a mental note of it for later.

“Did you order anything yet?” He asked you with a rise at the end of his voice. You shook your head in response looking down at the menu on the table. “I’m stuck between a lavender chai or the classic espresso. Maybe a chocolate croissant too. What are you getting?” You quipped. He pretended to think for a minute. “I always get the americano. It’s my go to.” Jeongin smiled at you. His smile was so bright, so cute, so entrancing. You couldn’t help but smile back, he was infectious.

After finalizing your decision on the lavender chai, you and Jeongin made your way over to the counter to order. You began reaching into your purse to pull out your card before Jeongin playfully scoffed. “Hey, I got it. Put that away.” You were confused at first, “I can at least pay for my own. You don’t have t-“ he interrupted. “Nuh uh, don’t worry about it. Why don’t you go sit down and I’ll bring our order over once it’s ready.” He said calmly before handing the barista his card. “But I insist!” You blurted out. He raised an eyebrow at you in amusement. Before you could embarrass yourself any further you walked back over to the corner booth, waiting patiently for Jeongin to return.

During your wait, you came to the final realization that yes, this was definitely a date.

Once the order arrived you two had begun opening up to each other. Telling each other about yourselves. Your upbringing, your jobs, friends, hobbies. Pretty much anything. The conversation was flowing nicely. Little did you know Jeongin had already known so much about you. He knew exactly what to say to keep you interested in him. To keep you engaged to him and only him.

Before either of you realized, two hours had passed by. The both of you reluctantly opted to call it a day. You had research to catch up on and Jeongin had errands to run.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” he said while holding the cafe door open for you.

“Oh, no need. I actually walked here. My place isn’t too far.”

“What? No way, I walked too! I can walk you home at least.” He offered. Jeongin lied. His car was parked around the corner but he would rather walk with you to spend more time with you. You hesitated for a bit, mulling it over. You just met this man today. Even though you both talked for hours he was still a stranger to you. Should you really let him know where you live? In conclusion, you did it anyway.

“Sure, why not?” You shrugged then proceeded to lead the way. He followed slightly behind you, acting as if he didn’t already know where you lived.

About halfway through the walk, Jeongin felt bold enough to touch your hand, wrapping his pinky finger around yours. You didn’t mind it, you thought it was sweet as he smiled down at you, listening to you speak about some story that happened at a recent friend’s get-together.

Another few minutes went by and y’all had reached the front door to your apartment. You turned on your heels to face Jeongin.

“Thank you for this morning. I had a lot of fun, Jeongin,” you admitted.

“I did too. Thanks for agreeing to meet me,” he replied. His eyes fluttered looking at your features, from your lips to your eyes.

Suddenly you felt warm, a blush creeping up from your neck to your cheeks. Was he going to-?

“Howdy, neighbor!” Your next door neighbor beamed happily as they slammed their door shut and locked it. You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as you turned to wave at your neighbor. Jeongin cursed under his breath, becoming irrationally angry at your neighbor for the split second you weren’t paying attention to him. In the blink of an eye he was back to his calm and cheery self once you turned back to him.

“Let me know when you get home okay?” You requested of him before leaning up on your tippy toes and landing a peck on his cheek. All he could do was nod, his skin igniting at the touch of your lips. You unlocked your door bidding him a final goodbye as he walked off. He still felt the lingering connection of your lips on his cheek. Now he was locked in for sure. And unknowingly, that meant you were locked in too.

A few more weeks passed and the bond between Jeongin and you became stronger. He had invited you out on several more dates during that time. Some of them being more casual and others being romantic. You honestly couldn’t be happier. Nothing between you two was made mutually exclusive yet (or so you thought), but it was certainly heading that way.

Currently, you were on a FaceTime call with Jeongin while you were doing chores around your apartment. You had your phone propped up on the coffee table, facing away from it as you fluffed the pillows on the couch during your rambling about what happened at work the other day. Jeongin was barely listening. All he could focus on was the way your Nike pro shorts hugged the fat of your thighs along with the swell of your ass cheeks peeking through perfectly. Any time you’d bend over he’d take a screenshot without you ever noticing.

Thank goodness you could only see his face because he currently had his hand in his sweats to lazily palm his twitching cock. Every now and then he would let out a heavy sigh, but you chalked it up to him just being tired. “Innie, I can let you off if you want to go to sleep. I have to start getting ready anyway,” you had recently took to calling him by the nickname. Just then, his head shot up from the relaxed position it was in, hand retracing from his pants. “Get ready? Ready for what?” He completely ignored your comment about his tiredness. Jeongin was more concerned about your future whereabouts. He had become very good at keeping tabs on you whether you knew about it or not. But this time he had no indication that you planned on going somewhere. Somewhere without him.

“My friend invited me to a party tonight!” Party? You don’t party. Jeongin knows you don’t.

“I normally don’t like going to such things, but I haven’t hung out with my friends in a while, so why not, ya know?” You continued. His face dropped.

Why does she feel the need to go somewhere without me? He thought to himself.

His next words threw you for a loop, “Can I come?”

You were taken aback, “But you don’t know anyone that’ll be there.”

“I know you...” He raised an eyebrow waiting for your response. You seemed to be lost in thought. Is this a good idea, introducing him to your friends so soon? And without an official label no less.

“I don’t know, Innie. My friends will get the wrong idea about us and I don’t-“

“Wrong idea?” He interrupted.

“Like they’ll think we’re together.” You announced. You swear you saw his eye twitch.

“But we are together. At least I thought we were,” he retorted.

Now it was your turn to raise a brow. “We are? Since when?”

“Since we started going on a bunch of dates and hanging out. Not to mention all of the kissing. C’mon sweetheart, did you really think I was just playing around with you?”

He was right, you two had been spending a lot of time together. You’d see him at least every other day and talk to him on the phone on the days that you weren’t with him. Things had become a lot more serious between the both of you including the ever fervent makeout sessions. Neither of you had gone farther than kissing and lingering touches with each other, but the thought of going to the next level with Jeongin made your eyes glaze over. “Well..?” He chuckled waiting for your answer. You shook your head letting out a light laugh in the process as a blush covered your cheeks. “Okay, fine you can come with me since apparently you’re my boyfriend now.”

Boyfriend

Boyfriend.

The word leaving from your mouth to label him as such a thing sounded so sweet. But he wanted to be more to you. For you. He wanted to be all you ever needed. Wanted you to rely on him for absolutely everything. You didn’t need anyone else. All he wanted you to need was him.

A sly smile played on his lips as he at least took this as a good start. Perfect.

Well into the night you found yourself enthralled with the party, having a good time with everyone. You were glad to have agreed to come out and bring Jeongin with you. Your friends however, were not thrilled with your new boyfriend. You had introduced them to him earlier in the night but your friends could tell that something was off with him. You didn’t notice their uneasiness towards Jeongin at first, as you were busy throwing back shots and dancing. Normally, you didn’t drink but when you were out you drank heavily. A social drinker at its finest. Jeongin made sure to keep a close eye on you which wasn’t hard because when you weren’t drinking you were dancing with him. Grinding your ass into his pelvis as he kept a hand on your hips encouraging your movements. To you, it looked like he was enjoying himself. Nursing a red solo cup in his free hand with God knows what kind of alcohol in it. However, Jeongin was sure not to get too drunk so he could keep others away from you. He wanted all of your attention focused solely on him so your eyes wouldn’t wander. If he caught another guy looking at you he’d be sure to press a hot, lingering kiss to your neck as if to claim you for all to see. Right when you began leaning back into Jeongin’s chest one of your friends approached you.

“Y/n, can we talk for a sec?” She asked with a lilt to her voice. You gave her a silent nod before she started to pull you away from him by your wrist. Jeongin started to follow you to which your friend spoke up, “it’s girl talk only, you wouldn’t understand.” She gave him a sheepish smile then proceeded to lead you away, leaving him on the dance floor sipping his drink.

He didn’t like this. Not one bit. He doesn’t want anyone, not even your closest friends, taking you away from him. But, nonetheless, he allowed your friend to speak with you in private so he didn’t cause a scene. His eyes narrowed as he watched your form through the crowd of people making a mental note of where you were going just in case he needed to come get you.

Your friend pushed past a throng of people before slipping into a quiet room with you in tow. She closed the door prior to speaking.

“What are you doing?” She asked, turning slowly to meet your eyes.

“Um, having fun? Duh!” You couldn’t take her question seriously as you giggled.

“No, no not that! I mean like what are you doing with him?”

“You mean, Innie? I thought it’d be alright if he came with me. Was there like a super limited guest list I wasn’t informed about?” Your eyes widened at the realization.

Your friend rolled her eyes at you, “God, you really are drunk. There was not a guest list. I just want to know what in the hell you see in that man?”

“What are you talking about? Jeongin makes me happy and I-“

“He’s weird! I mean have you not seen the way he’s hoarding you to himself and giving death glares at anybody that even looks your direction?! That’s straight up toxic behavior!” She cut you off as her voice raised an octave. She wasn’t yelling but you still didn’t appreciate her tone.

“So everyone else gets to be happy with someone, but as soon as I get a boyfriend there’s a fucking problem? And you’re calling him toxic just because he’s a little protective? Do you even hear yourself right now?!” The alcohol was rushing in your veins making you a little bit more bold.

“Hey, you know that’s not what I meant. Just-“

“Save it!” It was your turn to interrupt her. You put your hand up in front of your face before shoulder checking her on the way out of the room.

You looked among the crowd to find Jeongin had moved to the back wall. You made your way over to him and he looked surprised, probably not expecting you to be back so soon.

“We should leave.” You said dryly while looking down at the floor, your arms crossed over your chest. Jeongin simply nodded and with that you both made your way out of the party.

Once in the car you sighed, the alcohol still buzzing through your body.

“You okay, baby? What happened in there?” He asked clearly concerned. He knew he shouldn’t have let you go off alone with her.

“Don’t worry about it, I.N. I’d rather not talk about it right now.” You trailed off while staring out the window. As much as he wanted to press you for answers, he didn’t pry any farther. He let you have your space for the time being. Jeongin only had one drink so he was fine to drive.

The way back was mostly silent besides the low hum of the radio in the background. Jeongin would occasionally rub or squeeze your thigh for reassurance which you appreciated. You just simply couldn’t get over the argument you had with your friend.

Is she crazy? Jealous?

There’s no way she could be. She was your best friend who got everything she wanted and she never had acted this way before.

But what about Jeongin made her so uneasy? What couldn’t you see?

You looked over at the man in the driver's seat, admiring his profile and the way he drove one-handed. He felt you staring at him so he turned his head to meet your gaze. He flashed a toothy smile which made you smile in return.

Soon he parked out front of your apartment, getting out of the car to come over to open your door for you. You gave him a small thanks before walking to your front door, him tailing behind you.

Once inside you kicked off your heels, sighing at the relief of your feet being flat on the floor. Jeongin closed and locked the door behind himself the proceeded to shuck off his jacket and step out of his shoes. He had been inside your apartment a handful of times now and became accustomed to it. Everything from the decorations to the furniture to the smell was so you. It was like being in heaven for him. He lifted his head to a familiar cork sound popping open followed by the clinking of glasses. You were in the kitchen, pouring wine for the both of you.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” He leaned over the island watching you pour.

“Just because we left the party doesn’t mean I want to lose my buzz.”

“I think you’re more than buzzed, babe.” He laughed as you waved him off. You handed him his glass then walked over to the living room, plopping down on the couch, Jeongin joining you. You kicked your legs over onto his lap as your dress rode up your thighs. He tucked your legs tightly into him as he drew random shapes with his fingertips just above your knees. You turned on your TV and flicked through various channels before finally settling on a random rom-com movie. Both of you offering commentary or laughing when appropriate.

You hadn’t noticed how much the wine had affected you until a rather spicy scene played during the movie. Getting an idea, you set the empty glass on the table before maneuvering to straddle Jeongin’s lap. You giggled while leaning in and trailing kisses down his sharp jawline.

“What are you planning, Princess?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Shhh just relax,” you encouraged. With that he leaned his head back on the couch allowing you more access to his neck and jaw.

Jeongin absolutely loved the attention you gave him. Basking in it like his own reward for finding you.

You started to suck on the skin between his neck and shoulder, hoping to leave a mark. His hands wandered to your waist bringing you impossibly closer in his embrace. Jeongin groaned when you licked up from his throat to his lips and captured them in a kiss.

The kissing started off slow, innocent even before turning into a full on session of tongues and teeth. You bit his bottom lip gently pulling it to further tease him. His hands moved from their previous place on your waist down to the back of your thighs where the hem of your dress was caught. He pulled the dress further up until it was just under your abdomen leaving your black lace panties exposed. Jeongin then gripped your ass firmly, squeezing the flesh tightly in his hands. You disconnected from your heated makeout to let out a moan and grind your hips down on his growing bulge.

Jeongin hissed at the movement, but welcomed it nonetheless before catching your lips again and droving his tongue straight into your mouth to lick and suck at your own. Breathy moans continuously escaped your throat as you kept riding Jeongin over his pants. Your slick pooling through your panties and making a wet spot over the crotch of his jeans.

This was all so surreal. This was the first time either of you have taken it this far and it was definitely a welcome change to the typical makeout sessions you both shared. It made you want more of him. All of him.

Suddenly, you pulled away from the kiss and stopped your grinding to get off his lap. Jeongin looked breathless, dazed in the heat of the moment. His lips were swollen from all the kissing. You backed away making a ‘come here’ motion with your finger before turning and heading to your room. He grinned like the Cheshire cat and jumped up from the couch to follow you.

Even though, Jeongin had come over plenty of times by now this was his first time actually stepping foot into your room. Normally he’d look around to take in the sight of everything, but that was the last thing on his mind. There he saw you sitting on the edge of your bed with your legs crossed and that dreamy look in your eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous..” he said barely above a whisper as he made his way over to you. He wasted no time in locking your lips again while pushing you to lay back on the bed. He pulled your left thigh to spread your legs and make room for himself to lay between them. Jeongin rolled his hips to press his clothed cock over your aching center, swallowing the moan you let out in the process. He didn’t want to get too carried away, but God did he want you. All of you.

Against his better judgment he let his body lead. Jeongin’s hands trailing up your sides and over your chest to palm your breasts over your dress. You arched your back slightly loving the feeling. He could feel your nipples harden through the fabric due to the absence of a bra. You secretly thanked the heavens that you didn’t need to wear one with this particular dress.

Not being able to take it anymore, Jeongin ripped the dress off of your form and threw it somewhere in the room to be forgotten. He immediately latched his mouth onto your left nipple while rolling and pinching the right between his fingers before switching sides.

“M-more, Innie, please.” You squeaked through your euphoric haze.

“Hm? Is my baby turning insatiable for me?” Jeongin teased while looking up at you. All you could do was whine and nod your head. You were desperate to feel his touch everywhere.

He leaned up again, getting close to your face as you felt one of his hands slither its way into your panties.

“Are you gonna be good for me, hm?” He asked then pressed an open mouth kiss to your lips.

“Uh huh, promise to be good.”

With your confirmation he spread your wet folds with his ring and pointer fingers while using his middle finger to glide from your clit down to your entrance. Jeongin just barely pushed into your pussy up to his first knuckle before pulling out again. Leaving you to clench around nothing. A pathetic whimper from you gracing his ears. He hushed you with another kiss before rubbing your clit in different ways, trying to find what you liked the most. You can’t lie, all of it felt good, but once he started circling your nub you let out a higher pitched moan than the rest.

“Oh yeah, like that? That’s a good girl letting me know just how to please you.” He cooed, continuing his circling movements on your clit for a bit longer then switched from his middle finger to his thumb so he could freely plunge two fingers inside of you. He pumped them slowly at first letting you get used to his slender digits before becoming a little rougher. Your body reacted to every little move he was doing to you, sending you into overdrive. It just felt so good to have him please you like his life depended on it. You could cum just from this, but he wasn’t done yet. Far from it. He pushed a third finger into you, pressing each one deeper than before and curving them upwards to reach that spongey spot within your core. The rings at the base of two of his fingers adding to the pleasure. The room was filled with the most disgustingly wet shlucking sounds from your pussy and your greedy moans. Your walls began to flutter around his fingers and a band felt like it was going to snap in your abdomen signaling that you were close.

“F-fuck, gonna cum…!” You squealed while your back arched higher off the bed. Jeongin placed his had that was still kneading your breast onto your neck and squeezed on either side.

“C’mon gimme that orgasm, baby,” The delicious pressure of him choking you sent you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your body writhed from the force of your first release of the night.

“Mm so pretty when you cum for me,”he praised. You panted heavily, while Jeongin pulled his fingers from you and watched as your juices dripped from his digits down to his wrist. He brought his fingers to his mouth sucking them clean, moaning at the sweet taste of you. Now that he’s had a taste of you there was no going back.

After a few moments you had gotten your breathing mostly under control. Jeongin was still busy licking your cum from his fingers before you had roughly pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him once again.

“Wanna make you feel good too, Innie.” You whispered trailing kisses down his neck to his collarbone. His breathing hitched in his throat when you bit down on the flesh there. He looked down at you as you raised his shirt over his head. You admired his body while running a hand over his abs. He was so toned, you had no idea. You continued kissing down his chest and abs while your hands worked at undoing his jeans. You dipped your tongue into his belly button which sent a chill down his spine. Once, you finally got the zipper down you tugged off his pants and boxers in one go. His hard cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

It looked heavy. Innie was well above average with equal parts length and girth. It even had a slight curve to the left. The tip of his cock was the same color as his lips and profusely leaking pre-cum. His dick was slightly darker than his skin tone around the base. Even his pubic hair was trimmed showing off his pretty smooth balls. You couldn’t help but marvel at the site of all of him exposed in front you.

“Like what you see?” He smirked with his hands behind his head. He knew damn well that he was good looking. This man was the definition of perfection.

“I more than like what I see,” you winked at him. His cock twitched at the thought of what that might mean.

You took Jeongin’s hard dick into your hand, swiping your thumb over his slit to collect the precum that beaded there. He sucked in a harsh breath at your movements watching you with eyes blown wide. You proceeded to spit on the tip letting it drip down the sides while stroking his shaft to make his cock slick. Brushing your hair out of your face, you leaned down pressing kisses all along the sides of it then licked from base to tip, following the vein on the underside of his dick. He reached a hand down to thread through your hair gently while you slowly took him into your mouth. You focused on licking and sucking the tip first, your tongue swirling around it as you hollowed your cheeks. You began bobbing your head back and forth making the grip he had in your hair tighten slightly. He was letting out deep groans that spurred you on, his symphony of noises being your encouragement. Soon, you added your hand back onto his shaft pumping whatever part of his dick you couldn’t fit in your mouth yet.

“Oh s-shit that feels good, princess.” He stammered. You looked up at him through your eyelashes to see his eyes squeezed shut, adam’s apple bobbing as he breathed heavily. You took that as an opportunity to push his cock deeper into your mouth, pushing him down your throat as you gagged helplessly around him. Tears welling up at your lash line as you closed your eyes for a second to focus on breathing through your nose before opening them again. Jeongin propped himself up on his elbow to watch you take him all the way in your mouth as his jaw went slack.

“Are you crying, baby? Fuck that’s so hot, crying while you’re choking on my cock like that.” He bit his bottom lip. You swear you could feel his cock twitch in your throat once he saw tears cascading down your cheeks.

He gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep you still before he started thrusting, face-fucking you. He thought the noises of you gagging and choking were so pretty, it only egged him on. You kept eye contact with him as he ravaged your throat mercilessly. Feeling drool dribbling from the corners of your mouth. More tears rolled down from your eyes. You moaned around his cock and the vibrations from that were all he needed to bust. He threw his head back with a long moan leaving his lips. Copious amounts of cum sliding easily down your throat. You swallowed all of it, not wanting to waste a single drop. You pulled your mouth off of his cock with an audible pop. Strings of saliva still connecting your mouth to his tip. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip collecting some of the drool before bringing it up to his own mouth licking it off.

You don’t know why, but you blushed at the gesture. Of all the things you’ve done so far, this is when you decide to get shy?

Before you could get too lost in thought, Jeongin stood up from the bed and gently pushed up down on it. You landed with a slight bounce watching as the man approached you, still hard dick in hand.

“Turn over baby, I want that ass up for me.” He stated with a demanding tone in his voice. His eyes were dark with nothing but lust. You scrambled to fully kick off your soaked panties before switching to your front and propping yourself up on all fours. The bed dipped behind you as he kneeled into position. Your brain might have been buzzing from the heat of the moment and the alcohol from earlier but you still remembered to be safe.

“Umm, Innie. Can you put on a condom please?” You breathed out shyly.

“I don’t have one sweetheart… I’m sorry. I promise I’m clean.” He wouldn’t wear one anyway. Not with you, not when you were going to be his for the rest of your lives anyway.

“I’m clean too, but I’m not on birth control.”

Perfect. He thought to himself. Easier to trap you.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll pull out.” He lied, no he wouldn’t.

“Wait, I think I have one.” You leaned down over the side of your bed and pulled out a box that was tucked away. You opened the box and pulled out a condom, handing it back to your boyfriend. He took it from you with a tight-lipped smile. Jeongin waited for you to turn back around before pretending to open the condom. You got back into position and swayed your ass in front of him. God, you were going to be the death of him. After fumbling with the wrapper a couple more times to make it believable, he tossed the unused condom back behind your desk in the corner of your room. He made a mental note to go over to properly dispose of it later.

Jeongin grabbed his cock swiping the tip through your dripping wet slit a few times, teasing it at your entrance. He tapped his heavy cock over your pussy before lining up.

“You ready, Princess?” He asked, grabbing your hip with his free hand.

“Yes, Innie, please fuck me” You whined desperately.

Jeongin pressed his cock into your aching cunt only going in about halfway before stopping to let you adjust. He hissed through his teeth as your walls were clenching impossibly tight around him. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at the delicious stretch of his cock.

“Ah-hah, fuck baby you gotta relax a little bit, I don’t want to hurt you.” The hand that was on his cock reached in front of you to rub your clit in those slow circles he knew you liked.

“Nnng- so big…” you panted. He wasn’t even bottomed out in you yet and he could already tell your mind had gone euphoric.

After a couple more circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves your cunt relaxed a bit allowing him to move again. He slammed the rest of the way into your core figuring you had enough time to adjust. Your body jolted forward at the sudden intrusion, a scream threatening to rip from your throat. Jeongin granted you a few moments before he rolled his hips against your ass making his thick cock grind deeply into your warm pussy. You let out a string of angelic moans as he picked up the pace full on pumping his cock into you at this point. Your ass jiggled every time your bodies fully connected. The raunchy sounds of pure sex resounding off your walls.

“You like taking this cock don’t you, y/n?” He leaned down so he was whispering in your ear.

“Yes, fuck yes, love taking your cock!” You squeaked out as he landed a harsh smack on your ass. Jeongin pushed your front down to be flush with the pillows as he forcefully took both of your arms to pin your wrists behind your back making your arch deepen. The new position allowing him to fuck into your deeper, his cock repeatedly kissing your cervix. You bit down onto one of the pillows to try and somewhat quiet your moans so you wouldn’t get a noise complaint from your neighbors the next morning.

However, Jeongin had other ideas. He looked down to see where you two were connected. A creamy ring forming around the base of his cock from your cunt. His gaze then shifted to your other hole, it just begging for attention too. He gathered saliva in his mouth before spitting right on your puckered hole. This caused you to squeal in response. He let one of his hands go from your wrists as the other kept them in place on your lower back. His thumb rubbing in the makeshift lube before inserting it into your asshole. Jeongin felt your walls flutter around his cock as he pumped his thumb slowly.

“I know you like that, baby. Your body tells me. Fuck, such a dirty girl,” he sped up his thrusts to your pussy while hooking his thumb in place in your ass. You couldn’t deny it, you reveled in the feeling of Jeongin using both of your holes.

You let out a throaty moan as you felt that familiar feeling in your tummy building rapidly.

“J-Jeongin- cumming cumming!!” You screamed. One particularly harsh thrust had your legs shaking underneath you and your pussy clenching around his cock again.

“Mmf fuck yessss, cum for me,” the tightness enveloping his dick made his rhythm stutter spilling his hot seed deep into you.

If you hadn’t been so utterly fucked out you would have felt that his cum was filling you up.

Jeongin let go of your wrists completely and removed his thumb from your ass. Your legs finally giving out from under you making your body fall flat on the bed. Jeongin collapsed on top of you. Both of you trying hard to catch your breath. He moved before you did, removing his now softening cock from within you. His gaze stayed on your core for a bit to make sure you weren’t leaking any of his cum.

Hopefully this will take and she’ll get pregnant. He pondered.

After Jeongin was sure none was going to slip out he rubbed your back and shoulders.

“You did so well for me, y/n. Do you need anything, some water maybe?” He asked you in a warm voice. All you could do was nod.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He kissed your shoulder before getting off the bed and looking for his black boxers to put back on then walked out to the kitchen. You made your way to curl up under your blankets as your body cooled down. The exhaustion of everything finally hitting you. Jeongin returned with a glass full of water encouraging you to drink the whole thing. When you finished he crawled into bed behind you and pulled you close. Your body fitting perfectly in his hold. Before you knew it you had fallen asleep.

“You’re going to be mine forever. I’ll make sure of it.” He whispered, careful not to wake you.

A few weeks later you were late. At first you didn’t worry about it thinking your cycle was only changing like it did every once in a while. But being more than 10 days late was abnormal for you.

There’s no way I’m pregnant.

You panicked immediately going to a pharmacy and buying a pregnancy test. Once you returned home you took it, anxiously waiting for the results. Five minutes had passed and you looked at the test. It was a strong positive. The test dropped from your hands and at your feet on the floor. But how? You and Jeongin have always been diligent about using protection (or so you thought). You had even been in the process of getting a prescription for birth control.

How am I going to tell Innie? What will he think?

You still felt too young to have kids. Maybe you would eventually, but definitely not now. You simply weren’t ready. Jeongin was going to come over later after he got off work, you’d tell him then.

About six hours later there was a knock at your door. You already knew it was your boyfriend, he always knocked a certain way. You opened the door to reveal the bright smile he wore. He held up a bag of food signaling he brought dinner. Jeongin gave you a chaste kiss then made his way inside setting the food on the table.

“Umm, Innie. I have something to tell you.” Your nerves were starting to get the better of you. What if he thought you had cheated on him?

“What’s up baby? You okay?” He caught on to your avoidance to look him in the eye causing his brows to furrow. You made your way into the bathroom where you kept the pregnancy test on the counter. You walked back out simply handing him the test without another word. Jeongin took the stick from your hand with a confused look on his face. He didn’t know what the hell he was looking at.

“It’s a pregnancy test…” you whispered. He looked at you in shock before looking back down at the test figuring out that it was positive.

“My baby is having my baby?!” He sounded.. happy?

“You aren’t mad?” Now it was your turn to be confused. Jeongin picked you up in a hug and spun you around then set you back down.

“No, of course not. I’m ecstatic!” He exclaimed.

There were so many questions you still had but for now you decided to enjoy the moment with Jeongin. If he was this excited about it then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Just a few months ago you were in a funk about not having someone special in your life, but now you couldn’t ask for anyone better to spend it with.

Jeongin had the most devilish smile on his face.

His plan worked perfectly. Now you’d really be his forever.

Do y'all think Innie would keep his socks on while fucking? It makes me laugh just thinking about it haha

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caramel popcorn

caramel popcorn — one shot [ general masterlist ]

this one shot (and this blog) are 18+ !! minors, please do not interact!!

• felix x female reader; changbin x female reader (not the focus).

• non idol au. friends with benefits. roommates (changbin and felix). pining. drinking. there's a party. explicit language. mention of slumps/depression. explicit sexual content. not beta read.

• smut warnings (spoilers ahead) — slightly perv felix (he a simp). voyeurism. voice kink. masturbation (alone and together). mentions of a possible threesome. oral sex (f receiving). fingering. protected sex, cumplay if you squint.

• word count: 11.5k

You are Changbin's fuck buddy. You two are just friends, but you are still something. Felix shouldn't have a crush on you. He still does.

Felix comes home earlier than usual.

Work is slow today, and he’s feeling out of it, so he just decides to close his computer and walk home. It’s not like he will be missed, and he can catch up on his hours during the rest of the week. For now, he can’t focus, feeling a little blue, unable to find the motivation to keep going. It’s not that he’s losing interest in what he does – it’s not specific to his job. He’s just been feeling disconnected with reality, like he’s too used to the things around him. Everything feels… automatic. Mechanical.

He needs change. He needs something to snap him out of the redundancy, a hook to get caught upon, a thought to keep him up at night.

You come into his life at the right time.

He pushes the code on the handle to unlock the door, his tie already pulled loose around his collar, his hair ruffled by the wind of the subway. His briefcase hangs on his hand, feeling heavier than usual, and he opens the door with a slight shove, letting it close behind him. He takes off his shoes, throws his briefcase on the couch and starts to shrug off his jacket when he hears a noise coming from inside the apartment.

Changbin isn’t usually home at this time of the day, either. Or is it one of his days off? Felix isn’t sure. Days have been merging into each other, each of them feeling exactly like the one before. His roommate and best friend has been trying to snap him out of it, dragging him to parties or other activities, attempting to reactivate his creativity, the spark in his eyes. Felix appreciates his effort – Changbin is a good friend, always has been. It’s not his fault Felix can’t make it out of the fog. It really isn’t. In fact, if Changbin wasn’t there, Felix is sure it would be much worse. He would truly come apart if it wasn’t for those movie and pizza nights, for Changbin singing in the shower, for their video game tournaments, for their trips to the gym twice a week.

Felix slowly finishes taking off his jacket, listening intently. For a few seconds he doesn’t hear anything and wonders if he imagined it, but then there’s the definitive sound of a voice coming from the hallway. It sounds like Changbin, although it’s a little muffled. Felix moves quietly, takes a few steps inside the living room and towards the hallway, and is about to call his roommate’s name when he hears another voice.

This one is definitely not Changbin, and is irrevocably a moan of pleasure. Felix stops in his tracks, feeling the blush rise to his cheeks. The voice moans again, Changbin’s name this time, and Felix does not know what to do. Changbin is clearly… busy. Should he leave? Should he make enough noise so that whoever is in there with Changbin hears him?

Who is the girl in Changbin’s room?

Who are you?

As always, Felix’s curiosity gets the best of him.

He tiptoes around the corner of the hallway and takes a peek. The door to Changbin’s room is ajar. Where he’s standing, Felix can only see a little of it, a part of the bed, on which two naked bodies are moving together. He recognizes Changbin’s dark hair and muscular arm, which is pinning down someone’s hand on the mattress.

Felix doesn’t see you well. Hints of your hair, of your profile, of the shape of your neck and collarbone. Changbin hides you, which is a good thing – he wouldn’t dare look if he wasn’t. However, he can hear you clearly, breathing heavily, whimpering against Changbin’s mouth, moaning in his neck. He can hear the sound of Changbin’s thrusts into you, the skin smacking, the bed squeaking.

Changbin is fucking you hard.

Felix definitely isn’t supposed to be seeing this. You haven’t heard him come in, because you are completely unbothered, fucking like there’s no one around to hear or see you. Felix’s cheeks are bright red, mouth parted in slight fascination, unable to look away although he really should.

Of course he is aware that Changbin has a sex life, an active one at that. They are both open about it, never crass but always honest. So it’s not a surprise that Changbin is with someone, it’s just rare that he brings his guest to their shared apartment, and it’s certainly the first time Felix is walking in on him. He should definitely leave, come back in an hour or two, when Changbin’s hopefully done and there is no chance of being caught like a pervert.

But there’s something so fascinating about you, and Felix can’t bring himself to move. It’s in the way you breathe, panting, slightly trembling. It’s in your voice, in your whispers and your pleas. Changbin growls in your ear, muttering things that Felix can’t quite catch, but it seems to be working because you dig your fingers in his arm and his hair. Felix can hear your words getting tangled.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Changbin says.

That Felix hears perfectly well, and the way you nod feverishly sends a rush of blood to his cock. His hand grabs his crotch and he realizes he’s hard. His fingers press his length, already uncomfortable in his pants, and Felix closes his eyes, shaking his head. What’s his problem? Getting a boner from watching his best friend fuck someone? True, he hasn’t gotten laid in a while now, but it’s no excuse. This is wrong. Isn’t it?

He turns away, pushes his back against the wall, closes his eyes.

“Fuck, Changbin, I’m – please –”

Your voice sounds so beautiful, so pleading, so raw. It rattles a little, lost between your unsteady breaths, and Felix can hear Changbin accelerate his thrusts. The bed slams against the wall as he pounds into you, and your words turn into whimpers.

You keep repeating his name, ask him not to stop, and Felix is stroking his cock almost instinctively above his pants. He can’t stop listening, hypnotized. He just wants to take out his cock and jerk it off so he can come at the same time as you. At this point he’s not even being careful at being caught. He wants to hear you.

Fuck, he should move.

Fuck, he should stop.

Fuck, he can’t.

Felix closes his eyes and lets your voice fill his ears. You inhale sharply, you breathe out a moan, you hiss words he can’t comprehend. As you come, Felix squeezes his cock, feeling it twitch under his hand, but he delights too much in the sound to think about his own pleasure. How do you sound so good? So lovely, so vulnerable, so strong? He could drown in the melody.

The apartment falls quiet for a second. Felix breathes out discreetly as he hears whispers coming from the room, and then muffled chuckles. You say something to Changbin - his name, and something else. There’s the swishing sounds of sheets. Are you changing positions? Are you straddling Changbin, taking his cock deep inside of you again, or are you maybe taking him in your mouth?

Felix blinks. What the fuck is he doing? He stares down at his crotch, and the fingers he has sprawled around his length. This isn’t right. He quickly removes his hand, shakes his head. He needs to go before you or Changbin find him listening in.

Oh, but how lovely you sound.

“Am I doing good, Binnie?”

“You’re doing so good. You take my cock so well.”

“Fuck, that’s so deep…”

Felix turns away and quietly walks back towards the door. He needs some air. He grabs his jacket, slips it back on, and heads outside.

The bitter spring air helps. Felix takes a long walk, hands buried in his pockets, his earphones blasting music. It’s loud enough to mute his thoughts and the memory of your voice. He’s sure he hasn’t met you before. He would remember that voice. Who are you, then? A coworker? The friend of a friend? Someone Changbin met on a dating app? He desperately wants to know. He might never will, and it will drive him crazy. He’ll just ask Changbin. He’ll find a way to get your name, at least.

Felix stops by the grocery store on his way back home, buys a few things, and then heads back to the apartment building. By now you and Changbin must be done. You might have already left, even. He stops in front of the door, slides a hand through his blonde hair, reminds himself he needs to get a haircut, and enters the apartment.

He freezes in the doorway, holding the door half open, and stares at you.

You’re sitting on the couch, bundled up in one of Changbin’s hoodies, watching something on the television. Your hair is messy, your eyes bright, your legs covered by a blanket. You look up at him, a little surprised, but you quickly smile, a smile that takes up half of your face, that illuminates your traits, that almost blinds him.

Felix feels his legs tremble. You’re so beautiful.

“Hi!” you say. “You must be Felix.”

“Y-yeah…” he stammers, closing the door behind him.

That’s when Changbin appears, coming in from the kitchen, carrying two beers. He’s wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts, his curls a tangled mess.

“Hey, Lix. Home already?”

Felix takes off his shoes and clears his throat. “Yeah, finished early.”

“Good for you,” Changbin smiles, handing you one of the beers. He extends the other one towards Felix, who takes it. “Want to join us? We were going to play something. This is Y/N, by the way. We work together.”

“Oh, right,” Felix nods as Changbin goes back to the kitchen, probably to get himself another beer.

So he has heard about you. The new girl at Changbin’s workplace who he had his eye on. The situation was a bit tricky because Changbin is a manager and you are an employee, but Felix guesses you found a way to make it work, or you decided not to care. Felix remembers Changbin talking about you, the words he used. Sweet. Determined. Captivating.

Watching you now, he understands what Changbin meant.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” you say. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Same, actually,” Felix says, taking a sip from the beer.

“Really? What did Changbin say about me?”

Felix blushes a little, stuttering. “Oh. You know. That you were cute, that he liked you.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “That’s sweet.”

Felix smiles, feeling a little awkward. He can’t help but think about what he heard. Your voice breaking in pieces through your pleasure. Changbin’s hips slamming into yours.

The way you’re looking at him now doesn’t help. There’s something in your eyes, like you want to say something, but you don’t. You have such a direct gaze, such a dazzling smile. You sounded so lovely moaning Changbin’s name, begging him to fuck you deeper. Felix clears his throat.

“I’m gonna go change,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

He gives you one last nod and heads to the kitchen. Changbin is still there, checking something on his phone. He looks up at Felix.

“You all right?” Changbin frowns. “You look a little pale.”

“Just tired,” Felix explains, putting away the food he bought in the fridge.

“Good you came home, then. Are you ok with Y/N being here? I can tell her to go if you want some quiet.”

Felix shakes his head. “I don’t mind. She’s nice.”

Changbin grins, twirling the can of beer in his hand. “She’s something else, Lix. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“I’m happy for you, mate.”

They exchange a quick hug, and as Changbin goes back to the living room, his booming voice echoing through the apartment, Felix heads to his room. He closes the door behind him and lets out a long sigh.

This can’t be complicated. You and Changbin are clearly a thing, so Felix cannot see you in that way. He slams his hand on his forehead, cursing himself. He shouldn’t have stayed to listen to you. He should’ve turned around the second he understood what the sounds you were making were. Now he can’t get your voice out of his head. And it doesn’t help that you are in his living room right now, looking this damn attractive.

Felix takes off his clothes, slips on a t-shirt and grabs a pair of sweatpants. He hears you laugh from the living room. It sounds like you’re arguing about something, crying out Changbin’s name. It sounds nothing like earlier, but it still reminds him of it.

His cock twitches, and Felix curses himself. Maybe if he relieves himself, it will help. It will take you off his mind and he can enjoy his night. He can take a few minutes to do that, no one will suspect it. Then he can take a shower and move on. Deciding it is his best option, Felix lays down on his bed, propped up on his pillows, and takes out his cock from his boxers. It is already getting hard again from the thought of you, and he tugs at it slowly, closing his eyes. Maybe he can even try not to think about you - but as his cock hardens, as his fingers slide around his girth, you’re all that is on his mind.

What if it was his name you moaned? His cock that took you deep, that you begged to feel more of? Your voice in his ear, your moans in his neck? Felix swallows with difficulty, his tip leaking with pre-cum, already losing himself in his fantasy. Those eyes of yours as he would pound into you, hammering your warm, drenched cunt with all his might just so he can hear you louder and louder. Your moans becoming whimpers, your breath hitching in your throat, those lovely notes escaping your lips just for him.

Just for him.

He doesn’t even know you. But the thought of you crying out his name is enough to push him over the edge. Felix bucks his hips into the air, imagining it is you, bites his lip hard enough to draw blood so he doesn’t make a sound. Your voice echoes in the apartment as you laugh and complain to Changbin, and it is such a delightful sound Felix can’t help but come. His cock throbs in his hand, spurting whiteness, covering his stomach.

He holds himself for minutes like that, trying to steady his breathing. Fuck. He hasn’t come this hard masturbating in a long time. And you did that to him.

After a while, Felix stands up on shaky legs and heads towards the shower. He quickly washes, relieved at the feeling of the hot water on his body. Once he’s dressed again, ready to join you and Changbin in the living room, his mind actually feels clear. He was probably just horny. He hasn’t gotten laid in months and it shows. He ought to follow Changbin’s advice and find someone, even just for one night.

“Welcome back,” Changbin tells him when he enters the room.

Felix confidently sits next to you on the couch, grabbing the third controller to join the next game. The beer is good, the company is fun. He laughs, feels relaxed. You’re funny, not at all a sore loser, with a bright personality and a quick mind.

Your hair smells good.

You’re very tactile.

Felix feels fine, even when you touch his arm, even when your thigh brushes his. It seems like he really just needed to jerk off.

After playing for a while, you all start talking, exchanging anecdotes and having debates over silly things. He likes you and the way you think. You bond about your love for freshly washed sheets and caramel popcorn.

When Felix feels his stomach rumble, he stretches on the couch. “Are you guys hungry? I can make curry -”

“Oh shit,” you say suddenly, eyes widening. “What time is it?”

You reach out for your phone and let out a gasp.

“Shit, fuck! I’m so late. I’m supposed to get dinner with my brother…”

You let out a laugh and glance at Felix.

“Rain check?”

Your eyes are the prettiest he has ever seen. Wide, full of light. Felix feels his heart stutter, nods nervously. You stand up in a hurry, and he realizes that all this time, you haven’t been wearing pants. The hoodie is big enough to fall to the middle of your thighs, but it still reveals your legs to him. Smooth skin. Thighs one could dig their fingers into. Felix feels his mouth water a little.

Changbin is laughing.

“She’s a mess,” he says affectionately, shaking his head. “I’d love some curry, though.”

Felix blinks at his friend. “Right. On it.”

You reappear a few seconds later, now wearing a pair of jeans, slipping a sweater over your head and putting on your shoes.

“I’ll see you guys around! Thanks for the beer!”

“Check the two sides of the road before you cross,” Changbin warns with a smirk.

You pull your tongue at him and disappear through the door. The apartment falls silent. Felix glances at Changbin, who is shaking his head.

“Didn’t I tell you, Lix? Something else.”

Despite everything, Felix can’t help but smile. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing his friend happy, whatever his mood, whatever is in his heart. Changbin’s smile is always enough to soothe him, to push away any cloud, to clear his skies.

The roommates stand up from the couch, gather the empty beers and head to the kitchen. Their apartment is not very big, because neither of them could afford a big place in this city, but it’s more than enough for them. They have been living together for years, and have known each other for much longer, so they know exactly how to make it work. The boundaries. The signs. Everything.

Felix gets started on the food and Changbin puts on some music.

“How did it happen, then?” he asks Changbin, who has started cutting carrots. “Spill it.”

Changbin smirks, keeping his eyes on the carrots. “So. Last night, right? Both of us finished late. The last people in the office. We’re complaining about being tired, about not having time to do anything, to meet anyone.”

Felix stirs the chicken broth in the pot, nodding his head.

“Completely out of the blue,” Changbin continues, “she tells me she hasn’t gotten laid in weeks. So I tell myself, this is too good of an opportunity, and I say to her I can help. As a friend would, you know. And just like that we’re fucking in the office.”

Changbin chuckles, and Felix stares at him in awe, trying not to let the images swarm his mind. A part of him wants to ask for details. Where in the office? A desk, a wall? What were you wearing? He chases the thoughts away.

“So are you, like… officially going out?”

“Not really,” Changbin frowns. “Just friends. With benefits.”

“Oh,” Felix says.

“Neither of us want anything more. Nothing complicated. Like, she just texted me earlier today asking if I wanted to hang out.”

Felix takes a sip of his beer and chuckles. “So you’re her booty call?”

Changbin raises his palms. “And happy to be.”

That simple, huh? Felix isn’t sure how he feels. He envies Changbin, but it’s not jealousy. He’s happy for his friend, that he could find someone he connects with, someone he can have fun with. Could he find that for himself? He doesn’t know. He’s never tried.

“I’m proud of you, Lix,” Changbin says suddenly.

Felix turns to him, a little surprised.

Changbin shrugs, smiles affectionately. “The fact that you went home earlier because you didn’t feel too good. That’s progress. Not long ago you would’ve pushed through and buried it deep. It’s good.”

Felix nods slowly. “Thanks, Bin.”

Changbin circles the counter to put the cut carrots next to the pot, and squeezes Felix’s shoulder.

“We’ll get through it. I’m here for you.”

“I know, Bin. I know.”

Felix slams his finger on his phone, repeatedly pressing the screen for his alarm to stop. When his room falls silent again, Felix leans back into his bed, groaning against his pillow. It is cold today, so he draws his comforter all the way up to his eyes, trying to keep them open. He was having a good dream. He can’t remember it, but it was good.

You were in it.

He rolls out of bed after a few minutes and takes a quick shower to finish waking up. He puts on a shirt, a pair of black pants, and a tie. Sometimes he wishes he could go into work in casual clothes, like Changbin, but the firm’s dress code keeps him from having to think too much about his outfits. He brushes his hair although it will be tangled again the second he steps outside, and slips on his rings.

Dragging his feet to the kitchen, Felix is surprised to find you there. You’re not dressed, wearing an oversized t-shirt and pajama pants, neither of which are yours - and your hair sticks up behind your head. It shouldn’t be cute, but it is.

“Morning,” you smile, sipping a glass of orange juice.

“Already up?” Felix says, grabbing a banana from the fruit basket.

He’s not used to seeing you in the morning like this although it is not the first time you spend the night. It only happens occasionally - sometimes you come over to the apartment, sometimes Changbin goes to yours. From what Felix gathers, the both of you don’t see each other that often, but still regularly enough that he has gotten used to your presence in the apartment.

Your relationship with Changbin hasn’t changed. You are friends who, sometimes, have sex together. There are times you see each other without sleeping together, although it’s not the majority. Felix has luckily not walked in on you again, but he has given you space once or twice before, going to the movies or having a meal at a restaurant with coworkers while you were having fun.

Felix feels himself getting out of his slump. He goes to parties, smiles less mechanically, opens himself more. Maybe he’s inspired by the way you are so unabashedly yourself, the way you laugh with your whole chest. He is fond of the conversations you two have sometimes, whether it be small talk or something deeper.

When you are there, Felix can never stop looking at you. Whether you are snuggling up against Changbin on the couch watching a movie or telling a story as you prepare yourself some coffee, Felix can’t get enough of you. You’re fascinating to him, the way you move, the way you talk, the way you are.

He’s given up long ago on ever being able to touch you, but at least he can watch you. He can see Changbin’s fingers grazing your skin, he can catch the lustful glances you sometimes give each other. He thinks about you when he jerks off, but he does it without hope. You’ve just become a fantasy.

He can only think about you, about this arrangement between you and Changbin. There’s no confusion in his mind. He wants it too - but not with anyone else. He wants to fuck you. He wants you to text him so you can hang out. It can’t happen. He wants it too.

He can’t have you.

He has to make his peace with it.

“I have to go into work early today,” you explain.

Felix nods, grabbing the lunch he has prepared the previous night to put it in his bag.

“Aren’t you eating something?” you ask him.

“I always eat on the subway,” he says. “Old habit of mine. And then I grab coffee at work. It’s free there, so…”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you smile. “Maybe I should pester Changbin so he buys a machine for us. Sleeping with the boss should have its advantages, right?”

Felix grins at the playful tone in your voice. “Are you coming to the party next Friday?”

It’s something Felix and Changbin have decided to organize a few nights ago, inviting a few friends to hang out and drink a little too much.

“I’ll be there,” you nod.

“Great.”

Felix closes his bag, ready to leave, although he’d like to stay with you. He always enjoys those moments of talking with you, however briefly. He really likes you. He’s definitely attracted to you. But he knows you’re not looking for anything. Besides, you already have Changbin, and for Felix, that simply means hands off, even if you guys are just friends.

“I’ll head out. Have a good one,” he tells you, taking a second to look at you in the morning sunshine, your eyes on him, your lips looking plump and soft.

“Wait,” you say in a breath, standing up from the stool to approach him.

Felix’s breath catches in his throat as you stop inches away from him, extending your hand towards him. You look breathtaking from up close, and Felix has to try and steady his heart. You smile, replacing the tie around his neck, making sure it is straight. Your hand lingers a little there, on his chest, and he swears he sees your eyes stop on his lips.

“Better. Have a good day, Lix.”

You kiss him on the cheek and he has to quickly walk away before you see him blush and smile like an idiot.

The music is loud, the conversations even more. It’s not so late yet, but people are already getting drunk and high, filling all the empty space of the apartment. There aren’t that many guests, but enough that Felix has lost you in the crowd for a while now.

He hangs in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, drinking his third glass of Jeongin’s deadly punch. I just mixed a lot of things together, Jeongin said when Felix asked what exactly he put in there. I didn’t really know what I was doing. It’s excellent, although it’s much too sweet and will probably mess with a lot of stomachs. But it’s perfect for Felix’s sweet tooth, so he indulges a little.

A girl called Ye-jun is standing next to him, telling him about her work, and while Felix finds that she talks a little too much, she’s still good company. She’s cute, wears a very low cut shirt and keeps batting her eyes at him. She’s into him, that much Felix can gather, and he’s been wondering for the past fifteen minutes if he should do something about it. It would be the ideal moment - a party, a busy apartment, a bit of alcohol. He could bring her into his room and finally get laid, if she is into it. Maybe it could take you off his mind.

Because Felix has been trying to catch a glimpse of you for the better part of an hour. You’re at the party, he knows, because he saw you play beer-pong with Jisung just before he lost track of you. He hopes you’re having a good night. He wishes he could take a better look at the outfit you’re wearing, at the way you braided your hair. He put on his leather jacket that he knows you like but that he rarely wears. Did you notice?

Felix really tried not to have too much of a crush on you, but it’s beyond him at this point. You have this way about you. You push him out of his comfort zone in the best ways. He craves you. Your presence, your voice, your perfume. He’s also not very good at hiding his feelings, so he’s pretty sure Changbin has noticed. It doesn’t look like his friend minds it, but he didn’t ask. Changbin knows to let Felix come to him, but he also isn’t afraid of starting a conversation if Felix resists for too long. So Felix knows he will have to move his ass at some point.

Ye-jun giggles as she starts talking about a friend of hers who is having a destination wedding, and Felix suggests they go into the living room, anxious to spot you. She follows him there and they find a spot near the couch, when he finds you sitting with Changbin. Your legs are thrown on his, Changbin’s arm pulling you close to him. You are making out, unashamedly.

Felix loses track of what Ye-jun is telling him. He stares at your hand, resting on Changbin’s cheek, at your mouth, dancing with his friend’s. Changbin’s hand cups your ass, and you laugh against his lips, slapping his chest playfully. Changbin whispers something in your ear, and then kisses you again.

Felix wonders how your lips feel. If your skin is warm. It weirdly doesn’t feel like intruding now, watching you with Changbin. Is it because he trusts his friend so completely, and now knows who you are? Both of you are his friends. You like each other, you have fun. Felix likes it for both of you. He doesn’t wish he were Changbin. He just wants to get a taste of you, too. The thought crosses his mind. Would Changbin agree?

Hey, Bin. I think I really like Y/N. Would you mind sharing, just for one night?

That’s ridiculous. Changbin would never take him seriously. Would he? Felix shakes his head, bringing himself back to reality, to the party, to Ye-jun. He tears his eyes from you and Changbin, focuses on her. She has a cute nose. Long lashes. She wears lip-gloss. Does it taste like cherry, or maybe strawberries? He decides to find out.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks Ye-jun, who stops talking, looking shocked.

Quickly, however, she smiles and nods.

Felix leans in and kisses her, sliding an arm around her waist to pull her close. Strawberries, definitely, he realizes. He imagines it is you, although it is all wrong, although her lips are not yours, although her scent is not yours. He needs to get over his crush, and not make a fool out of himself. Find your own girl, he tells himself.

Ye-jun is a good kisser, fortunately, and Felix lets his thoughts wander away. A part of him isn’t sure to bring her to his room if she allows it. There’s not much chemistry there - but does there need to be? Changbin would tell him to just have fun. He’ll try. For now, kissing his good. It keeps his body busy, and he can keep thinking about you.

The next day, Felix wakes up in an empty bed, but there’s still the smell of Ye-jun’s perfume in the air although she didn’t stay the night. He had a nice time with her, and he’s pretty sure that she did too.

She’s just not you.

Felix hates himself for thinking that. Who knows, maybe you wouldn’t even be compatible in bed. Perhaps he’s not at all your type. Changbin is just your friend, but you are attracted to him and they look nothing alike. He just wishes he could hear you laugh and moan his name.

It’s already past noon, and Felix is hungry. He meets Changbin in the living room. His roommate has only been up for less than an hour, and the two of them prepare some instant ramen. They eat silently, hungover from the previous night. Eating helps, settles Felix’s stomach and washes away the worst of his headache.

“Did you have a good time?” Changbin asks after a while, wearing a t-shirt that Felix got him for his previous birthday. “With Ye-jun?”

Felix nods. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Changbin repeats, arching an eyebrow.

“I mean - no, it was… It was all right.”

“I guess fine and all right is better than nothing.”

Felix shakes his head. “She was really sweet. I guess I just… It wasn’t…”

“Fun?”

Felix’s shoulders drop. “Yeah.”

Changbin nods thoughtfully, and Felix wonders if this would be the right time to talk about you. He doesn’t like not being open with his friend - they usually tell each other everything. Changbin tells him about you sometimes, how you have been feeling, what happened at work, even a few details about your sex life with him. A new position you tried, something he said to you thinking it would be attractive but ended up just being funny, and Felix is happy to listen. Not just because it’s you, but because he cares about both of you.

“That’s why it’s nice to have sex with friends,” Changbin says. “Maybe you could try.”

Felix sighs. “I don’t have that many friends, Bin. And even less I’d want to have sex with. I have you, I have…”

He stops himself and blushes. Changbin stares, visibly waiting.

“I mean,” Felix mutters, “you get the point.”

“Lix,” Changbin says in a soft voice.

“Hm?”

“You like Y/N, don’t you?”

Felix keeps his eyes on his empty bowl of ramen, trying not to blush too hard, and wondering what the best thing to say is. Should he pretend he doesn’t? Should he be honest? He doesn’t want to fight with Changbin. He really doesn’t.

“Why would you say that?” he asks in a small voice.

Changbin shrugs. “Just a feeling. You guys get along great. And when she’s around, I don’t know… you look really relaxed.”

Felix feels his chest tighten a little. This shouldn’t be that complicated.

“I mean… She’s really nice. Fun to be with. And she’s pretty, yeah. I like her, but…” The words escape his lips, not really a lie, not really the truth. “I’m not in love with her or anything.”

Changbin gives him a small smile. “That’s not what I’m asking. Just, if you like her, tell me, yeah? She’s really just a friend to me. We don’t see each other any other way, so don’t hold back for my sake, please.”

A small silence follows, as Felix doesn’t know what to say. Changbin ruffles his hair.

“Just food for thought.”

A few days later, when Felix is home and Changbin is at work, he gets a text from you.

Hey Lix! Are you busy rn?

He takes a deep breath.

No, what’s up?

You explain that you’ve been kindly kicked out of your apartment by your roommate so she can enjoy some quality time with someone. You don’t really have anywhere to go, so you ask Felix if you can come and hang out at his place. Felix agrees - it’s not like he could really say no to you.

You arrive half an hour later, dressed casually, holding two plastic bags worth of snacks. Felix chuckles when he sees you.

“It’s just a way to say thanks,” you say, handing him the bags and removing your shoes. “You’re really helping me out here. I didn’t feel like walking around outside for hours, it’s getting cold.”

“Of course,” Felix says. “I wasn’t doing anything, anyway. Just watching that stupid reality show.”

You gasp excitedly. “Oh, is it the new episode? I haven’t seen it yet.”

Felix rubs the back of his neck. “You want to watch it together? I don’t mind putting it back to the beginning.”

“Oh, really? Thanks, that sounds great!”

Both of you sit down in front of the television with the snacks and you watch the episode. You sit apart on the couch, but the atmosphere feels laid-back. You exchange theories, snicker about the contestants, and Felix smiles so much his cheeks hurt a little.

After two more episodes both of you are a little tipsy and sitting down on the floor, unable to focus on the screen. You sit next to him, so close that your shoulders are touching. Felix is trying not to think about how good you smell, how cute your voice sounds when a little roughened with the alcohol, how he’s come hard just an hour before to the thought of you sitting on his cock.

You smile at him, turning to face him, your knees against your chest.

“Felix, don’t you have someone?”

“No, I don’t,” he says with a frown.

“How about the girl from the party?” you ask.

He chuckles, shaking his head.

“That was just a hookup.”

You nod, biting your lip. “But you’re so handsome. So funny. And kind. And you have those cute freckles. It doesn’t make sense to me that you don’t have someone.”

Felix feels a little hot, and rubs his hand on the back of his neck. He doesn’t understand where all of this comes from - it might be the booze, but neither of you have been drinking a lot. You do not look drunk at all. You’ve never talked about relationships like this.

“I think… I’m just not in the mood for a relationship right now,” he answers eventually, taking the time to choose his words.

“I get that,” you nod. “You could find something casual. Like me and Bin.”

“I… I guess I could.”

“Fuck buddies are the best. It’s not complicated. You hang out, you have a good time, and you get laid.”

“Hm,” he answers, feeling a little dizzy.

You look at him for a long time before you continue. “We could do it, if you want. I don’t think Changbin would mind.”

“Hm.” He stops. “Wait, what?”

He turns to stare at you, eyes wide. Did you really just say that? Or did he imagine it? What the fuck was in those beers?

You giggle, hiding your face in your hands. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. I just… I think you’re really cute.”

Felix blushes fiercely, unable to look at you. “I… Where is this coming from?” He can’t help but ask. You smile softly, looking at him without a hint of shyness. He tries to find something in your eyes that would explain it, if you are playing a trick on him.

“It’s just…” you play with your fingers nervously. “Changbin told me you thought I was pretty.”

Felix feels a shiver go down his body.

“I mean, that’s all he said,” you quickly add. “I really don’t know what you guys say about me, and that’s not my business, I respect that. And if it’s not true, then -”

“It is,” Felix says. His voice is not as assured as he would like it to be, but he still says it, finding strength in your eyes, in your voice. “I think you’re really pretty.”

You look up at him, smiling, your cheeks a little red. Felix can’t look away, and it seems like neither can you. Slowly, you lean forward, and put a hand against his cheek. Your skin is warm, like he imagined it would be.

“I lied,” you admit, biting your lip.

“W-what?” Felix stutters.

“I said I thought Changbin wouldn’t mind,” you explain. “But actually…”

Felix’s heart beats so fast in his chest he feels like it will burst out. He wants to lean against your hand. He doesn’t know what is happening.

“I know he wouldn’t,” you continue, blushing more at every word you say, removing your hand. Felix wants to grab it and put it back. “Because I asked him. When he told me that you thought I was pretty, I said that I had a little crush on you. So Changbin asked me if I ever thought about having sex with you.”

Felix can’t breathe.

Felix can’t think.

Your eyes are on him, your voice so close to him, your skin on his.

“What did you answer?” he breathes.

You smile. “I said yes.”

Felix swallows. He can’t believe his ears. This can’t really be happening. Surely he is dreaming, surely he will wake up in an empty bed again. He expects it will happen any second. But time doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t wake up. You stay there, close to him. You bite your lip mischievously, resting your hands on your lap.

"You heard us, didn't you? That day."

"What?" Felix frowns.

"The day we met,” you explain. “When I went back to the living room after having sex with Changbin… I saw your briefcase on the couch. It hadn't been there an hour before."

Fuck, Felix thinks. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The briefcase. He had forgotten the briefcase.

He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again. "I - I’m sorry -"

"Don’t be sorry,” you say with a smile. “I don't mind.”

Felix feels dizzy. Is he going to be sick? Should he run away? Why wouldn’t you mind? He was gross, he was wrong, he was -

“Did you like what you heard?"

His head shoots up, his eyes going straight into yours. You look composed although he can see your fingers tapping your thigh. Maybe you’re a little nervous, too. Your face doesn’t show it - just your pink cheeks, your long lashes, your lips still wet from your last sip of beer. Felix realizes there is no use in lying. In denying, either. He wants you to know the truth.

How crazy you make him. How he can’t stop thinking of you.

He nods. “Y-yes.”

Your eyes light up, and his heart tightens at the vision of your lips curving into a smile. Is this making you happy?

“Tell me more,” you whisper.

Something snaps inside Felix’s chest. Fuck it, he thinks. It’s better you know. At least it won’t just linger inside of him. It will be out in the world. You can reject him. It will hurt, but it will be ok. He never expected he could ever have you, anyway.

“I - I think about you all the time.”

You bite your lip and it’s the most erotic thing Felix has ever seen. He feels his cock harden in his pants, and he pushes on it with the pillow on his lap.

“Do you get hard thinking about it?” you ask.

“Yes,” he admits without an ounce of hesitation.

“Do you fuck yourself thinking about fucking me?”

Such lewd words coming out of your mouth, Felix wants to close his eyes and let each of them sink in. If you end up walking away, or even laughing about it, he’ll have their memory. Your voice dripping sweetness in his ear, warming him up, reminding him it’s all worth it. Reminding him his heart is anything but empty.

“Yes,” he nods.

You close your eyes and he thinks, this is it. You’re going to stand up and leave. He has gone too far. But you will know. His craving. His longing. But the words that come out of your mouth are completely different.

“Felix, I’m so fucking wet right now.”

A moan almost escapes Felix’s lips. Did he hear that correctly? Are you really sitting so close to him, telling him you’re wet, because of him? With those reddened cheeks of yours, your breath that slightly hitches between your lips.

“What -” he stammers. “You - it’s - really?”

You nod, a soft hum escaping your lips, and Felix presses the pillow harder. His cock is so hard by now it hurts a little, but he doesn’t care. He’ll endure any kind of pain for you.

“But we can’t - I don’t -”

“I told you,” you say, looking at him with wide eyes. They’re a little humid, your voice almost a whisper. “Changbin doesn’t mind. In fact I’m pretty sure he’d love to join us.”

“He - he would?” Felix asks.

“Hm, hm. But I don’t want to pressure you.”

Felix stops to think for a second. Here you are, all his fantasies come true, ready and willing to have sex with him. It doesn’t feel real, but it is. Felix wants it with all his heart, all his body - but a part of him is blocked. He can’t.

“You really want to?” he says, his shoulders falling backwards.

“Yes. Felix, I want you to fuck me.”

Oh. His cock twitches and he feels terribly dizzy. He breathes out, trying to gather his thoughts, but they’re a complete mess, although something stays crystal clear.

“I think… I think I need to talk to Changbin about it first.”

You smile kindly. “That’s okay.”

“It is?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Of course,” you nod. “You have a really precious friendship. I respect that you want to honor it.”

Felix sighs, shaking his head, unable to take his eyes off you. Where the hell did you come from? It doesn’t really matter. You still made your way to him.

“I like you a lot,” he says with a chuckle.

Your laugh echoes his. “Me too. I’ll wait, Felix, I don’t mind.”

“Well…”

You look at him curiously. Felix isn’t sure it’s a good idea to suggest this to you, but he’s already hard and you are here. It’s like something has unlocked inside of him, and he doesn’t feel like there’s much to lose.

“I mean, maybe we can… Not touch each other, but still have fun?”

Your face lights up again and you smile playfully. “What do you have in mind?”

Slowly, Felix removes the cushion he was holding, revealing his boner. You look down at the bulge, and he puts a hand around it. He hears you swallow, your eyes dark with lust, looking even more pretty.

“Fuck, I’ve been wondering what your cock looks like…” you whisper.

This is a dream. A fever dream.

“You want to see it?” Felix suggests in a low voice.

You nod almost timidly. “Yes, please.”

He takes out his stiff cock from his jeans, his hands shaking. You bite your lip, sitting back down beside him, your eyes fixed on his length. Felix does not comprehend a single thing that is happening.

“So big,” you say. “You would fill me whole, Lix… Would you fuck me hard?”

“So hard,” he breathes. “I wouldn’t stop until you come around me.”

“Fuck,” you chuckle, inhaling deeply as if to steady your breath. “I feel like I’m going insane just thinking about it.”

“Me too,” Felix admits.

You turn towards him a little, and he can see that your eyes keep moving from his face to his cock, and everytime he feels it throb. He is trying to resist stroking it, because you are here, looking at him, wanting him, and Felix can hardly believe it.

“Touch yourself,” you whisper.

“W-what?”

“Touch yourself,” you repeat gently. “Show me how you do it.”

He doesn’t need to be asked another time. It’s like his hand moves on its own. He wraps his fingers around his cock, starts to stroke it. You sigh softly, staring at it, mouth parted, cheeks red. Felix can’t believe what is happening to him. Are you really watching him jerk off right now? And clearly being turned on by it?

“What do you think about, when you do that?” you ask, licking your lips, and they are so wet, so plump, Felix wants to kiss them, he wants to feel them on his skin, around his cock.

Felix whimpers softly. “You. Your mouth. Y-your taste. But mostly…”

“Yeah?”

“Your voice. How you would sound. Your moans, your whispers.”

You smile, your eyes falling into his for a few seconds. “You like my voice?”

“It’s my favorite.”

You giggle softly, looking up at him for a few seconds. He must look like a mess, with his eyes hazy with the alcohol and the lust. You don’t seem to mind. In fact, you can’t stop smiling.

“You look so fucking hot right now, Lix.”

He watches you as you unbutton your jeans, push them down a little, and slide a hand underneath your panties. His cock twitches in his hand, almost exploding on the spot.

“W-what are you doing?” he asks in a slight panic.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” you mutter. “I just need - I just need some pressure…”

You close your eyes, moving your fingers in your underwear. Felix imagines them pushing against your soaked folds, teasing your swollen clit, and his hand accelerates around his cock. He’s pretty sure he would die if he could touch you. Taste you. Swirl his tongue inside of you, make you call out his name in pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, that feels so good…” you moan.

“Look at me,” Felix breathes without thinking.

You do. Your eyes flutter open directly on him, as you rub yourself, as he jerks himself. It’s a sight he knows he will never forget. Your red cheeks, your messy hair, your lips raw from biting them. He can’t touch you, but he can watch you.

He is close. So fucking close.

“I’m gonna come,” you tell him in a whisper, and Felix can’t hold it any longer.

His cock throbs in his hand, his cum escaping the tip and staining his t-shirt. You let out a loud moan as you watch, and Felix opens his eyes just in time to see your face contorted in pleasure just before your orgasm washes over you. Your body shakes, soft breaths escaping your lips, and he watches in awe.

It’s like witnessing art itself.

You both stop, breathing heavily, not looking at each other.

And then you do.

You smile. Felix does, too. And then you start laughing.

You lick your fingers clean and button up your jeans. “That was fun. But next time I don’t want to just watch. What do you think?”

Felix grins.

“I couldn’t agree more."

“Changbin?”

He looks up from his computer, hiding a yawn behind his hand. His hair is messy from sleep, curls sticking up, his black hoodie a familiar sight. “What’s up, Lix?”

“Can I talk to you?”

Felix stares at his friend, his heart beating fast in his chest. He holds a mug of freshly made hot chocolate, and there must be something in his tone that indicates it’s not just a casual question, because Changbin nods almost solemnly.

“Anytime. Sit down.”

Changbin designates his bed, and Felix sits on it. It’s only half made, the pillows all over the place, the plushie Felix offered him forever ago sitting in a corner.

“That’s for you,” Felix says, handing him the mug.

Changbin takes it with a thankful smile, arching an eyebrow at the gesture. He stays on his desk chair, turning it around so he faces him. His room is messy, as always, but always comforting. There’s music playing in the background, the smell of chocolate in the air.

“So, hm…” Felix rubs his thighs nervously. “There’s, hm… It’s…”

He had prepared what he was going to say, but now that he is here, he has forgotten everything. He pales a little, stammering, looking for his words.

Changbin chuckles, turning the spoon inside the mug to keep mixing the milk. “Are you finally here to talk to me about Y/N?”

Felix blushes. “Did she tell you what happened?”

Changbin stops and frowns. “What? No.”

“Oh,” Felix says faintly.

“What happened?” Changbin asks.

“Nothing!”

Changbin smirks. “Did you guys fuck?”

“What, no!”

“It’d be fine, you know,” he shrugs. “She’s not my girlfriend or anything.”

Felix raises his palms, taking a deep breath. “Slow down.”

This is not how he imagined the conversation doing, although it is moving in the right direction. Felix chuckles, shaking his head.

“Okay. Here goes. Me and Y/N… talked, and we told each other we are… well… interested in… more.”

Changbin chuckles, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. “You mean fucking.”

“Yes,” Felix blurts out. “I didn’t touch her, though. She told me you told her it would be fine, but I didn’t want to do anything without talking to you first. Directly.”

“Lixie…” Changbin smiles fondly. “I appreciate it, I do. But it’s fine. I told you, she’s not my girlfriend, and she’s a really great person. I think you’d have fun together.”

Felix’s shoulders drop. “You really don’t mind?”

“No, why would I? We’re all friends, and she’s hot, and I totally get you. If this was the opposite situation, would you care if I was interested?”

Felix stops for a second to think about it. Would he? If the roles were reversed, and you were his fuck buddy, would he be bothered by the idea of Changbin touching you as well? The answer suddenly seems obvious. No, he wouldn’t. Not Changbin. Just like he doesn’t mind that Changbin and you were a thing first - in fact, maybe it makes his whole thing even better.

“No,” Felix answers. “Not at all.”

Changbin claps his hand. “There you have it. Although, I gotta tell you…”

He hesitates, puts down his mug, and looks at Felix.

“If it works out, you and her. Maybe one day I could join you? I can just watch. Or if it bothers you, we…”

Felix grins. “It doesn’t bother me. That could be fun. I…” He blushes a little. “I’d love to watch the two of you, too.”

Changbin’s laugh echoes through the room. “You like that too? I can’t believe we’ve been friends this long and didn’t know this about each other. We gotta talk about sex more, man.”

Felix shakes his head with a smile, feeling much lighter. “Then there’s something I gotta tell you.”

He tells Changbin about walking in on them and listening, and both friends burst out laughing. They keep talking until the late hours of the night, their voices breaking out, falling asleep in the living room, buried under blankets and pillows.

Changbin turns to you, smirking amusingly.

“Well, here I go,” he states dramatically. “Going to see a movie. On my own.”

Standing next to Felix, you wave at Changbin excitedly. “Have fun!”

“Hope you enjoy it,” Felix adds with a nod.

Changbin shakes his head and gives you both a dark glare. “You kids be safe.”

You snort. “Fuck off, Bin.”

With a laugh, Changbin closes the door behind him, and Felix waits until he hears his footsteps going down the hallway before he turns to you. He feels a little nervous, because he knows exactly why you are here and why Changbin wanted to leave the both of you alone. It feels awkward. And yet it really doesn’t.

You turn to him, looking gorgeous in your black lace top, your hair let down your shoulders, your eyes wide and shimmering in the dim light. Did you choose your clothes as carefully as him, stressing over every wild strand of hair on your head, applying what seemed like just the right amount of perfume?

“Hi,” you say, and he can hear a hint of nervousness in your voice.

“Hi,” he replies with a nervous laugh. “You, hm… You want a drink?”

You nod, breathing out. “Yeah, good idea.”

You both head towards the kitchen, not even bothering to open a light. The day is slowly fading, filling the room in a dark orange hue, so you see each other well without the crudeness of the neons.

Felix opens a cupboard and takes out two glasses, turning to ask you what you’d like to drink, except you’re suddenly standing close to him, and he knows you are not, in fact, in the mood to waste any time. His heart twists and turns in his chest.

“You look gorgeous,” he tells you, because he wanted to.

You smile. “You too.”

You stare at his lips, brushing them with the tip of your fingers, tracing their curves. Felix shivers, his chest tight, his legs a little unsteady. Is this really happening? Is this really happening to him?

“Felix,” you breathe. “Kiss me?”

He gives a little nod, inhaling slowly.

Just fall, Felix.

Let yourself fall.

He kisses you, and your lips taste of heaven. They’re even softer than he imagined, asking to be devoured, and Felix deepens the kiss almost instantly, greedy for more. You moan against his mouth, putting your arms on his shoulders, one of your hands burying itself in his hair. Felix pushes you against the counter of the kitchen, pinning your body against his. He kisses you like you neither of you need air, like it’s his first and last time.

His hands touch your waist, slide around your figure to your back, his fingers slipping underneath your shirt. Your skin feels soft as he explores it. You sigh as you part your mouth, letting him wrap his tongue around yours. It tastes of caramel and Felix thinks, for a second, he might be losing his mind. He loves caramel. He told you that, once. His cock is already hard, pushing against you, but you do not seem to mind it. In fact, you start to roll your hips a little, causing enticing friction that sends further shivers down Felix’s spine.

“Felix,” you whisper as you gasp for air. “Tell me what you like.”

“You,” he answers quickly, placing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to your ear, which he bites gently.

You let out a moan, and it’s music to his ears. “I mean - you know what I mean…”

“I know what I said,” Felix says, his lips brushing your neck. “I just want you.”

He’s pretty sure he sees you smile, but he is too focused on kissing every inch of your exposed skin to linger on it. You take one of his hands and place it around one of your tits, and Felix presses his fingers a little, drawing a whimper from your lips. He could stay like this for hours, just discovering your body, your weak spots, your voice going high and low, breathing, moaning, breaking.

“Just don’t stop making noise,” he tells you in a breath, capturing your lips again. “Not ever. Your voice sounds so sweet.”

“I can do that,” you say with a slight chuckle.

His hands wander on your ass, giving it a squeeze, and then he brings you up to sit you on the counter. Removing your shirt, he buries his face in between your breasts, giving them licks and kisses. You breathe out, stroking his hair, pulling his shirt off his shoulders. Felix doesn’t even feel shy under your eyes, like he’s known you forever. Your body is amazing to him, your skin soft, your scent making him delirious.

He can finally touch you, he can finally love you.

You unbutton your jeans and Felix helps you take them off, lifting your butt off the counter, sliding them down onto the floor. He bends down to kiss your legs, something he’s wanted to do since the first day he met you. He’s never been able to forget the sight of you walking away wearing Changbin’s hoodie. He traces his tongue the length of your thigh, stopping close to your underwear, making you shiver.

“Lix…” you whisper. “Don’t tease me too much.”

Unable to help himself, Felix smiles, tugging cheekily at your panties. “You want me to kiss you down there, angel?”

You open your eyes, and they are hazy, filled with desire, making Felix’s head spin. He keeps himself steady, wanting to please you above anything else.

“Please,” you nod.

“So nicely asked,” he answers. “Let’s see how wet you are for me.”

Felix spreads your legs slowly, feeling almost dizzy, leaning to push his lips against the fabric of your panties, just above your clit. He puts a gentle kiss there, feeling your wetness, which sends a rush of blood to his already aching cock. He resists touching himself there, because he knows that he’d come in seconds just on the taste of you.

He pulls out his tongue, gives your panties a quick lick, and you shiver, letting out a soft moan. Your hand comes to rest in his hair.

“M-more, please,” you whimper, rolling your hips almost desperately.

“Angel,” he breathes. “Tell me what you want. Use your voice.”

“I want -” you swallow, looking at him. “I want you to eat me out. I want your lips between my legs, drinking me in.”

“Fuck,” Felix gulps. “How could I say no?”

With trembling fingers, Felix removes your panties and takes a look at your soaked cunt. It is right there, spread and ready for him. He doesn’t stop and think, he just buries his face in you, slurping your juices, drawing his tongue all over your pussy. You buck your hips as he starts to make out with your cunt, his hands keeping your legs apart. Your head falls against the cupboards, your eyes closed, your fingers pulling slightly at his blonde locks.

“Felix, fuck, keep - keep doing that…”

Gently, Felix sucks in your clit, and moves his hand so his fingers tease your entrance.

“Does this feel good?”

You nod feverishly, and Felix can’t help but smile, his chin coated in you, completely drunk on the sound and taste of you.

“It feels so fucking good,” you breathe out. “Give me your fingers, Lix, please…”

He pushes two fingers inside your hole, moving them slowly and steadily, his mouth drinking in the rest of your pussy. Looking up for a second, he sees your eyes closed tightly, your breasts moving as you arch your back, your nipples pointed in pleasure. His cock throbs in his pants, almost hurting him, but he doesn’t care.

With his fingers inside of you, he can feel you clenching, coming close to your climax. He doesn’t stop, kissing your pussy even more fervently, and you whimper.

“Lix, I’m going to… You’re gonna - you’re gonna make me come.”

“Let me hear you, angel,” he tells you before delving back into your cunt, accelerating his movements, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit.

You come all at once, your body shaking against him, your walls sucking his fingers in. Felix grins, not stopping until you breathe out deeply, your body relaxing, your high slowly coming down.

He removes his fingers and stands back up, his jeans uncomfortably tight, but he gently takes your face in his hands to kiss you. Your skin is sensitive, he can feel it - you shiver a little as he strokes your arm. You put your arms around him then, pulling him close, and Felix sighs. You’re so warm.

“That was amazing, Felix,” you breathe in his ear.

“I’m glad,” he answers, playing with a strand of your hair.

“Now will you let me make you feel good?” you ask, leaning back to look into his eyes.

He nods, taking in the sight of you, looking fucked out, your hair messy, your skin glowing with sweat. You undo the button of his jeans, put them down, and he helps you remove them. Once he’s naked like you, his cock springing free, you pull him back to you and wrap your fingers around his length.

Felix’s breath hitches, unaccustomed to the touch, and it feels so incredible to know it is you touching him, he knows he can’t last too long. He already has to focus not to blow as you stroke his cock slowly, smearing it in pre-cum, feeling the hardness.

You kiss his neck, sending shivers down his spine, your breasts pushed against his chest, your nipples tickling his skin.

“So hard,” you breathe. “Your cock feels so nice, Lix. I can’t wait to have it inside of me.”

“Can I fuck you?” he groans, unable to wait any longer.

“Any way you want.”

He gives you a long, dark look, and gently removes your hand. He needs to have your voice right there against his ear, so close it becomes a part of him. So he slips on the condom he brought from the bathroom, guides his cock to your entrance, and enters you slowly.

You gasp, but he buries himself inside of you easily, aided by your slickness. One of his hands grabs your waist, the other settles on the back of your neck. You feel like everything he dreamed of and more.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you say in his ear, and he can hear your smile.

“Can you say my name?” he asks a little shyly, starting to move his hips, fucking you slowly.

You kiss his earlobe, brush your lips against his ear. “Felix.”

He pounds into you, moaning loudly.

“Felix,” you repeat. “Keep fucking me, please.”

He thrusts his hips into you, again and again, as you repeat his name. Harder, Felix. Fuck me, Felix. Felix. Felix. Each time it becomes more and more of a whimper, turning into whispers, then into moans, and into whimpers again. He’s fucking you vigorously, unable to slow down, unable to stop, intoxicated, your voice leading him on, pushing him to the edge.

“I’m close,” he grunts in your ear.

“Felix,” you breathe. “I want to see your cum.”

“Want me to come on you, angel?”

“P-please. Fuck, I’m gonna come again if you keep fucking me like that -”

You come again, shuddering against him, and the clench of your walls brings him to his climax. Felix hurries to remove the condom, strokes his cock a few times and comes on your leg, spurting his seed there. You look down at the mess as he breathes out, completely exhausted but still in his high. His forehead falls against yours, and you kiss his cheeks, his lips, the bridge of his nose.

It takes a minute or two for him to start moving, his body feeling both drained and revitalized. He looks at you, his eyes heavy, in awe of what has happened. Did he just fuck you on the kitchen counter and came on your leg? Is that him, dripping there? Is that you, smiling at him, your eyes glassy and your lips raw with kissing?

He could come again just at the sight.

He pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, kisses you gently. You look back at him, your eyes sparkling.

“Watching was fun, but this is better, isn’t it?” you smile.

Felix laughs. “Definitely.”

Changbin comes back home a few hours after, holding what looks like an empty take out coffee from the place around the corner. He closes the door slowly, taking a long look at the two of you. Felix gives him a wave, not removing his arm from around your shoulders. You do not move from where you are, huddled up next to him, your nose in the crook of his neck. Changbin seems to relax at finding you just cuddling on the couch in front of the television although he texted Felix ten minutes before to make sure it was “safe” to come home.

“Hey, kids,” he says with a knowing smirk, removing his shoes.

Felix rolls his eyes but he can’t stop smiling. “Hey, Bin.”

“How was the movie?” you ask him.

“Not too bad,” Changbin shrugs. “But it had a horrible ending.”

“Ugh, I hate those,” you say, wrinkling your nose.

Changbin walks over to the both of you, ruffling Felix’s hair on the way, and sits on the other section of the couch, giving both of you a long look. Felix blushes a little, but he feels too calm and content to be bothered.

“So…” Changbin starts. “Did you… have fun?”

You start laughing and the noise makes Felix’s chest vibrate. He grins at the sound, at the sensation, and Changbin chuckles.

“Got my answer,” he states. “I won’t ask about it too much, but just give me one detail. For curiosity’s sake.”

Felix exchanges a long look with you, and you smirk. You glance at Changbin, your hand resting on Felix’s stomach, under his shirt. You are caressing his skin with your thumb.

“Kitchen,” you say.

Changbin scoffs. “I hope you cleaned up after yourselves, then. If my eggs taste weird tomorrow I’m blaming you.”

“You can blame the old pint of milk you still haven’t thrown away,” Felix points out.

“Oi. I let you guys get laid, you could throw it away for me.”

“What does this have to do with an old pint of milk?”

“Everything,” Changbin states.

You sigh. “Oh my God, I will throw it away if you guys don’t shut it. It’s my favorite part.”

Felix and Changbin exchange a look and giggle silently. There are a few seconds of silence where the three of you look at the movie on the television. You are mouthing the lines of dialogue and Changbin is smiling affectionately at you. Felix is not really paying any attention to the movie - he is focusing on you, your weight on him, your smell mixing with yours. It feels even better to have Changbin close. All his favorite people here. He does not feel empty. He does not feel cold.

“Should I leave?” Changbin asks after a while.

Felix gets where he comes from. It’s not bitter, it’s not disappointed. It’s careful. He’s testing the waters, making sure he’s not invading your space - but Felix quickly shakes his head.

“No reason for you to,” he answers.

You frown and turn to Changbin. “Stay, Bin.”

You extend a hand and Changbin takes it with a smile, shuffling closer.

“Want some caramel popcorn?” you offer, handing him the half full bowl of the popcorn you made earlier.

Changbin scrunches his nose, leaning against your shoulder. “Hell, no. Only you two like that stuff.”

Felix looks down at you. You are already looking at him with a smile.

• author’s note: Caramel popcorn is the best I've been craving it for days!! First time in my life I disagree with Seo Changbin!!!!!! Anyway. Did I ever tell you how much I adore Changlix? I need to write about them more. A lot more. So this is a little thing. I hope you guys enjoyed it ♡ My next fic will be a series, I hope to announce it soon!

• permanent taglist: @ughbehavior ; @upallnight-s ; @changbinluvr ; @rosexjimin ; @nasiaisan ; @lotus-dly ; @cb97percent ; @j-0ne25 ; @hwan-g ; @jhopesucker ; @tanyas97 ; @septicrebel ; @imtoooyoungforthisshit ; @sikebishes ; @sai-kida134 ; @sstarryoong ; @oxviolentheartxo (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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Bad Boy

Pairing: Felix x reader

Warnings: afab reader, dom reader, sub felix, voyeurism, watched masturbation, finger sucking, throat fucking (with fingers), dacryphilia, possibly more that i forgot

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: From the request here.

Happy valentines day! And an extra shoutout to all of the single, valentines day loathing people out there, have a great day!

"Please."

"No."

He whines but makes no effort otherwise-it's not worth pissing you off right now and even through his lust-addled brain he can tell that.

You lay on the bed in front of him, strewn out across the sheets, not even fully stripped, still wearing your shirt, your pants just messily pulled down your legs.

You're denying him the sight of your body. Because this is a punishment.

And he hates. Hates it more than when you tie him down and have your way with him. More than when you lock him in a chastity cage. More than when you humiliate him to hell and back.

Your fingers slide around your clit, your moans louder than normal probably just to punish him more.

His pupils are blown wide, focused only on your hand, only on your noises, only on the aching want gnawing at every ounce of his being that wishes he was the one making you like that.

"God Lixie," The words are a heave, breathless and followed by a groan, voice more strained than usual. "Feel so good."

Why?

Why were you so mean to him?

"Please." He whispered again, shuffling closer from where he sits on his knees, only a few feet away from the bed where you lay.

He hopes you don't notice. Hope that maybe you'll be lenient and not care.

“Hey. What do you think you’re doing?”

But fuck, of course you do. “Did I say you could move baby?”

He whines but relishes in the simple touch of your foot against his bare shoulder, shoving him backwards and straight onto his ass.

He wants to see you so badly, wants to touch you, make you moan and cum, wants to make you feel good. But from this angle, you’ve denied him even the sight of you, your glare burning into his skull being the only thing resembling touch as you move back onto the bed.

“Well? Did I say you could or was Lixie being a bad boy again?” The words are nothing but patronizing as you look down at him, a small smirk concealed within them.

He shakes his head adamantly, crawling closer on his hands and knees until just in front of the bed, just close enough that if he leaned in just a bit he could rub his head against the side of your leg. “N-no! Lix is a good boy, a good boy for you!”

You pout but he can tell you don’t really mean it, fingers coming down to push his head up, forcing him to look up into your lust-blown eyes. “Are you though? If you were a good boy you wouldn’t have done that, now would you?”

Incoherent whines fall from his lips, trying to shuffle closer, trying to receive more touch. “I’ll be a good boy now. Jus’ wanna make you feel good.”

Maybe it’s the desperation in his voice or the fading hickies along his collarbone combines with his wide watery eyes but you think the request over.

Just a little bit longer than what’s needed to, added with a dramatic finger on your chin to really add to the effect. His whimpers as you swipe a thumb over his lips, opening his mouth in an attempt to wrap them around it but ultimately fails, instead having you pull away altogether.

“Okay, Lix. You wanna be a good boy and make me feel good, huh?”

“Yes! Yes, please! Lix jus’ wants to make you feel good!”

Slowly, you shimmy your pants the rest of the way down, throwing them somewhere forgotten on the floor for the time being. “Okay...”

He nearly drools, leaning in in almost a trance, mouth wide open...only for you to place a hand over his mouth and push him back once more.

“Please,” You moan at the plea, heartstrings tugged at how cute he is and perhaps it’s almost enough to make you be a bit nicer...oh but it’s so much more fun to be mean, is it not?

So instead you hold a single finger up, a silent command for him to be patient and for him to be quiet as you position yourself right on the edge of the bed, so, so close to him.

He can see how wet you are. Feel himself getting more and more worked up over is. He’s so close enough that if he stuck out his tongue far enough he’d probably be able to taste you.

You place two fingers over his lips and he understands what you want him to do quicker than he’s ever understood anything in his life.

His mouth falls open and your fingers are pressed against his tongue. He can taste you on them. Moaning and expertly swirling the muscle around them, he can feel your eyes on him.

Trained like a hawk, infatuated with the sight. Pretty puffy lips, warm wet mouth...you can barely find the will to be patient.

So you don’t.

Felix nearly gags at the change in speed, at the almost violent way your fingers thrust down into his throat. He coughs and almost chokes, the tears he’d been holding back finally falling as a hearty moan makes its way out.

Your other hand falls to the back of his head, twisting into his hair, controlling the way he moves, not that he would want to in any way other than the way you make him.

“So pretty~” You coo, finally pulling spit-covered fingers out of his mouth, giving him a second of reprieve and a second to cough before your no longer controlling him and your fingers are down his throat again.

Drool messily falls from his lips and it’s definitely up there in some of the hottest things you’ve seen him do.

He fucks his own throat with your fingers and moans at the burn, hips trying and failing to find some form of friction to relieve the ache of his cock.

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you, Lix?”

Nodding frantically, moaning and whining so cutely you can hardly hold back the way you wanna ruin him.

Almost forgetting that this is a punishment.

But not quite.

“Too bad you weren’t good before.” You pout and pull spit-soaked fingers out of his mouth. “Should’ve thought of the consequences before you made me mad.”

You can’t even hide the sadistic smile crawling its way onto your face at the broken mewl he releases while you push him farther away, falling back onto the bed.

“Now you can watch and live with the results of your own actions baby.” You moan out, his saliva working perfectly as lube, fingers sinking into you, breath growing ragged.

“N-no! Pl-please! Just wanna taste you!” Tears fall freely down his face and would it be bad to say it only made it all the hotter.

Your breath catches, curling your fingers in a ‘come here’ motion inside of you, hitting that place that has you moaning in a graciously merciful act. He should be glad that you even let him hear how good you feel-from your own-not his touch.

“Should’ve been a good boy, Lix.”

#lee felix x reader #felix x reader #sub felix #sub!lee felix #lee felix smut #felix smut #sub!felix #sub!stray kids #sub skz #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #sub stray kids #dom reader #dom!reader #sub idol #sub kpop #afab reader

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theunhingedwriter · 21 days

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Stylist.

Pairing: seungmin x afab reader

Rating: M/18 +

Genre: smut, slight bit of angst it’s sprinkled through out the story.

Warnings: work room harassment, smut, 18+, MINORS DNI, bullying, dick sucking, being called toy, tiny bit of over stim, hair pulling, degrading, praise,

” I don’t take to kindly to you avoiding me.” He mumbled into your ear as he stalked towards you,

” I’ve been busy with the comeback, hyunjin solo, Felix’s trip, you’ve literally had to do everything, be everywhere all at oneself. You’ve had so much to do and you’re so stressed. All you wanted was a break but you knew better than to complain to seungmin,

” I’m sorry…w-what can I do to make you forgive me?” You asked softly as he gives you a smug grin, he leans his elbows against the wall behind you both as he traps you between his body and arms,” you already know what to do.” He says before moving away from you as he struts out the room, your wobbly knees finally give out on you and make you hit the ground,

”why…why me?” You mumbled

While your head dropped onto your knees.

***

Later that day seungmin called you into his hotel room, hyunjin was out having dinner with his sponsors and wouldn’t be back for a few hours into the early morning you knew that any way because you had to dress him but seungmin still recited it to you.

“ come.” He tells you while staring you down.

His eyes haven’t left yours since the moment you stepped foot into the room. Locking the door behind yourself. He started to grow impatient from your sluggish walking,

“ I don’t have time for you to be taking things slow.” He said through his teeth, you picked up the pace and immediately sat down at his feet, while staring at his feet,

” look at me.“ he growled.

He sat back, undoing his pants and freeing his erection. He was huge, and extremely girthy. He forced you up by your hair and put you in front of it.

“If you keep acting dumb with me I won’t hesitate to treat you like such, do you understand?” He said through his teeth.

putting your hands between your thighs to keep from pushing him away, it would make him mad and you wanted this over as fats as possible. A small whimpered started to form in your throat but you kept it at bay.

As you stare into his eyes tears started to form in your own, you hated this the most out of anything he makes you do, the burn in your throat and the way the head of his cock pokes and rubs against your throat hurt so bad, but…as much as you hated to admit it… you’ve grown to like it.

“If you want to get anything you better start acting like a good fuckthing.” He growled pushing your face into his cock.

Shakily opening your mouth, he pushed himself into your mouth as his head slammed into the back of your throat. Immediately you jumped back pulling your head away, gaging a bit from the sudden intrusion. Seungmin rolled his eyes glared back at you and yanked you up, pushing you roughly against the bed, holding you in place.

“ Are you trying to testing my patience on purpose.” He says, looking down at you. You body started to shake a bit as you feel the flushed

“If you’re gonna act like a bitch, I don’t mind treating you like one.” He says through his teeth.

“good toy” seungmin murmurs

“ that’s it…” his gaze falling to his monitor as he hits record making sure to slide closer to the desk so no one could see your head.

“HIIII EVERYONE !!” He said in that cheery tone that made you feel sick to your stomach.

Sigh.

***

After an hour his gaze started to flip between the recording video on his phone and your pretty face, prettier than 1080p could ever preserve. your hand spelt stroking what your mouth can’t take, blush colored lips weapped around his thick cock like you’re a perfect fit, pretty thing you were… you always looks best on your knees. Seeing you trying so genuinely to make him feel good, it’s cute. god, is he big, warm wet saliva left as your head bobs on his length, trying to take him as deep as you can, touching the back of your throat. You had spit and cum falling down your throat and his thighs, you were so surprised he hadn’t made a noise yet. He lets out a tiny moan and made it transition smoothly into sigh.

” well—…goodnight everyone!! I love you stays so much!” He purred as he ends the live. He immediately yanks your head back and pushes his chair back.

“Up.” Was all he said tilting his head towards the bed.

Fucking finally…

Thank you so much for reading I appreciate it so so much!! What ever you pick leave a comment so we can chat a bit especially if you need a hug!!

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mirisss · 8 months

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SKZ reaction to their gf being an ACE idol

Stray Kids OT8 x Afab! Reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.6k

Warnings: talking about giving up, food,

Thank you for the request! I wrote a bit more than just the reaction, but I hope you still like it!

Please reblog!

Third person POV

(Y/n) met Stray Kids when they all joined JYPE as she too was a trainee under the label. (Y/n) quickly became close with all the members and they all got along very well. Sooner rather than later they all fell in love with each other and entered a poly relationship about 2 years after SKZ made their debut. (Y/n) was still waiting to debut and almost became hopeless after waiting for so long and not getting a chance. Even though the nine of them had known each other for a few years, the SKZ members hadn’t seen (Y/n) sing, rap, or dance, in a long time. They had probably only seen her perform once or twice before they debuted.

Stray Kids were preparing for their next comeback which meant that they didn’t have too much time to hang out with (Y/n). So one day when they were going to be at JYPE the entire day, (Y/n) decided to join them and spend some time with them while they were practicing. This then resulted in the boys wanting (Y/n) to join them when dancing and let’s just say, SKZ was not ready for (Y/n)’s skills.

“(Y/n)! It’s been so long, I missed you so much, I felt like I was gonna die if I didn’t see you soon,” Han said as he rushed to give (Y/n) a hug as she stepped inside the dance studio. “Ji, we literally saw each other two days ago,” “I know, it’s been so long,” “Haha, okay drama-king, I’ve missed you too,” After everyone had a chance to hug (Y/n) she went over to sit down on the couch in the corner of the room while the boys began warming up to practice the choreo to their dance.

As (Y/n) was observing the members dancing as well as trying to sing/rap their parts to see if any dance moves made it harder to sing or rap at the same time. (Y/n) quickly got the feeling of the song and she became captivated with everything. Not too long after the boys had taken a little water break, they ended up finding a problem.

“Because we have this like body roll here I find it hard to actually get the right note because I can’t support it fully,” Seungmin said, Lee Know tried out the move on his own, his face full of concentration. “Could you try doing it like this?” Lee Know showed an example of another version of the move, followed by Seungmin trying it out but still struggling a little. (Y/n) was thinking it through and she came up with an idea of what they could possibly do but she had to try it out herself first.

“Could you play the track to that part? I might have an idea for how it could be executed, but I have to try it first,” They all turned to (Y/n), a little surprised. Of course, they knew that she was a trainee and had been for a while but it had been so long since they last saw (Y/n) doing anything idol-like. “Yeah, sure, hold on,” Chan ran over to the phone and fixed the music. As soon as it played (Y/n) began dancing, executing every single dance move to perfection while also rapping along to Han’s part to smoothly transition into the vocal part belonging to Seungmin. Stray Kids were shocked at how good (Y/n) was dancing, rapping, and singing. And also with how quickly she had memorized the dance and everything. (Y/n) continued dancing, singing, and rapping until the song ended. The boys cheered and fanboyed over how good she was.

“(Y/n)! WHAT? WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL US YOU WERE THIS GOOD? THINK OF ALL THE COLLABS WE COULD HAVE DONE?” Changbin was freaking out and shaking (Y/n) as he hugged her. All of them looked so proud as they lovingly gazed at (Y/n). “Thank you, guys, but isn’t it kind of difficult to collaborate with someone who hasn’t debuted?” As (Y/n) reminded them of the fact that she was still a trainee they all looked a bit sad and disappointed. “Yeah, it would be difficult. You haven’t heard anything about your debut?” Chan asked after he told everyone to take a break to eat something. “No, not since last year when I was told that it wasn’t the right time to debut a soloist and they don’t seem to want me in a group so I’m getting a bit hopeless,” “Don’t be, it will be fine. Everything will work out, trust me, I waited a long time too,” Chan enveloped (Y/n) in a warm hug, Felix soon joined in, followed by the rest of them.

(Not my gifs) ↑ how they react to (Y/n)

After they had taken a break to eat some lunch, they got back in the studio, This time (Y/n) joined them while dancing and the nine of them had some fun messing around with the dance and singing and rapping. Just enjoying their time together. Once the day was over, Chan asked Changbin to stay behind with him while the others went home. “What’s up, hyung?” “(Y/n) is way too talented to just be a trainee, she’s giving up Binnie. We can’t let that happen,” “What can we do, though? We can’t do more than try to encourage her,” “Yes we can, I’m sure that the company is doubting if she can become a soloist that will be popular, especially since the age of new groups and soloists keeps going down. So they don’t know if it’s worth debuting her, spending a lot of money on her songs and everything. So, what if 3racha writes her debut song? We are in-house producers, it will be way cheaper, our stays will support her if we write her songs, and I’m sure STAY will fall in love with (Y/n) if they’re only given a chance to hear and see her,” “That’s true, STAY would love her, and a lot of other people too, we can at least try to help her,”

As soon as the two came home they spoke with Han too, explaining their plan. 3racha has some power within the company and they knew that they could gain the support of the company if they were persuasive enough. The three sat down in Chan’s room where he had his mini-studio, brainstorming concepts and genres that would fit their girlfriend. They worked all night to have a rough draft to show the company in the morning. At the meeting, 3racha played it cool at first, just speaking about their comeback. Once the meeting was coming to an end, Chan raised his hand saying there was a special topic he wished to discuss. The staff gave him the floor, allowing him to speak up. He told them about seeing (Y/n) perform their song the other day and how he thinks JYPE is wasting her potential by not debuting her which is why 3racha had written 5 tracks for (Y/n) that could be used for her debut mini-album. The staff was a bit taken aback but listened to what the idols/producers had to say. The staff accepted the feedback and said that they would bring it with them to the staff meeting this afternoon and see what everyone had to say.

The next day, (Y/n) stormed into the dance studio where SKZ was dancing, walking up to Chan with a slightly irritated look on her face. “What did you do?” “What do you mean?” “Did you force JYPE to debut me?” “What? No?” “I was told that my debut date has been set and my songs are pretty much finished, thanks to 3racha for producing them,” “Yeah? That’s true, We did write some songs for you and talked with the company but we didn’t threaten them or anything, we just said that they’re wasting your potential and that if it would help we have 5 tracks written for you,” “So, they’re actually debuting me for my talent?” “Of course, they are, Look we wrote those songs because we wanted to help you. The company seemed like they would wait forever and we didn’t want you to give up. And we know that if STAY sees that we were involved in the songs, they will support you, and if they just give you a chance they’ll fall in love with you,” “Thank you,” (Y/n) began crying, she was finally making her debut, all thanks to her lovely boyfriends who believed in her when she didn’t believe in herself. “And once you’ve debuted, we can collab!” “Yeah!”

“I love you guys,” “We love you too!” “Congratulations on debuting!” Not too long after (Y/n) made her debut, the entire industry was talking about her as she took the stage like a pro. The way she danced, rapped, and sang, people were going crazy wondering if she really was a rookie or not. And when a collab stage came out with (Y/n) and Han everyone in the industry, staff, idols, and fans alike, was mind-blown. STAYs and (Y/n)’s fans were all saying this was a collab of the ACES, The two idols were incredible and people said that they had such chemistry too. Articles were written about the “ACES of JYPE,”

(Not my gif) ↓ SKZ's reaction to (Y/n)’s debut (except, Hyunjin didn’t look scared/disgusted)

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 2 months

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Not Keeping the Cat | Kim Seungmin

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Request: From Anon for a drabble challenge I did on my old account.

Synopsis: Reader makes friends with a cat. Using prompt - “We’re not keeping the cat.”

Warnings: Established relationship. No pronouns used.

Word Count: 266

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You’re crouched down petting one of the stray cats that are hanging around the pension home you’ve rented for the weekend with Seungmin. It was his idea that the two of you go away for the weekend, just the two of you. A small part of him is now regretting it as you’ve found yourself bonding with one of the cats in the area.

“I’ll convince him to let me take you home,” you promise the cat, telling him about how much you’ll pamper and spoil him. He lets you pick him up and even cuddles into you.

“We’re not keeping the cat,” Seungmin says the moment he sees you holding the animal when he steps outside.

“But look at him,” you pout. “He’s so cute! We’ve had plenty of practice with Soonie, Doongie and Dori. Why can’t we keep him?”

Seungmin gives an annoyed look and rolls his eyes. “You know why. You already have a puppy.”

You look at him confused, thinking he was talking about an actual puppy, being too wrapped up in the cat. Eventually it clicks that he’s referring to himself. Your sweet puppyM.

“I guess you’re right,” you say, not too sad about it after you really think about it. Though you do pout a little again when the cat jumps out of your arms. “He’ll also be better out here in the countryside where he can roam free instead of inside a cramped and tiny apartment.”

“When we find a bigger place, we can get a kitten then,” he promises you as he brings you in for a cuddle.

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milkteabinniechan · 5 days

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take your time - chan

pairing: bf! Chan x afab reader ☕//m.list

warnings: just fluff, mentions of menstruation, cramps etc

a/n: this is purely self indulgent. no one asked for this and I cried while I was writing it lmao. thanks for indulging in my insanity<3

This was it. Finally some alone time with him, with Chan. You had both been working so much. Your schedules almost complete opposite of each other. When you fall asleep, he would just be getting home. But now it was your weekend away. You had planned it for a month. Channie had taken the time away from the studio and you had pushed some deadlines back.

There was just one problem: your period. You had painstakingly checked your calendar to make sure this wouldn't happen, but the anxiety of it all much have started you up early. Ah, what perfect irony.

"it's alright, babygirl. I just want to be with you." Chan had repeated throughout your drive to the cabin.

But the guilt bounced off the edges of your brain like ping pong balls. You couldn't think of anything else besides your painful cramps and your failure as a girlfriend. As Chan's car pulled up the long driveway to the cabin, you felt your chest tighten. You knew if you opened your mouth, you'd only apologize again for the 1000th time.

Chan grabbed the suitcase you both shared and led the way to the front door.

"After you, gorgeous." He said with a smile, arm outstretched to the open door.

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You stepped inside and were immediately greeted with bright sunlight and the smell of warm cedar. You had booked this same cabin a year prior, and absolutely nothing had changed. It was just perfect. Chan wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and took a deep breath in.

"I love you." He whispered low into the curve of your throat.

You quickly spun around and kissed him deeply. You were so incredibly in love. At times it felt like you could drown in this love. You pulled your head back and Channie held your face in his hands. His eyes spoke words of adoration. His lips recited an ode of devotion that your mouth had never tasted before.

Later that night, Chan had set up your electric heating pad and propped a few pillows under your feet. He had asked a few times if you were comfortable, especially when he moved on the bed or readjusted his seat. You apologized just once more that you couldn't, that you wanted to, but you didn't have energy to-

But this last apology was firmly interrupted with a slow, warm kiss.

"You never have to apologize," Chan's eyes locked with yours so he knew you were really listening, "You're in pain. I just want you comfortable and happy, because you always make sure I'm comfortable and happy. Always."

You fell asleep in Channie's arms that night. The fireplace burned until just low, bitter-orange embers flickered against the starlight.

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chnhyvng · 23 days

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things skz would say during sex

BANG CHAN

“you take me so well like the little whore you are”

“of course you want more. all fours now”

“that sloppy cunt of yours still isn’t satisfied?”

“since you want to act like a bitch i’ll treat you like one. on your knees”

“you suck cock like you were born to do it, baby”

“spread those legs for me like i know you can”

“you’re moaning like a needy slut, darling”

LEE KNOW

“aigoo, does my princess want more? you should’ve thought about that before acting like a brat hm?”

“fuck, this pussy is mines and you better not forget it either”

“take it down your throat—swallow it all baby”

“good girl, let our neighbors know just how good i make you feel”

“tell me who you belong to princess. shit. keep griping my cock like the fleshlight you are”

“you want gentle? oh baby you should know better than to ask for that”

“look at that..you look so fucking hot with my cum dripping out of your loose hole”

CHANGBIN

“look at you, so small compared to your hyung”

“don’t push me right now or i’ll make sure every part of you is sore tomorrow”

“do you even know how to please me? just lay on your back and let me do the work then”

“you look so pretty when you cry, sweetheart”

“you’re so fragile i could hurt you without even meaning to, my little porcelain doll”

“baby, i know you can get louder than that. let me know how good i’m making that pussy feel”

“damn, you feel so good i don’t even want to pull out of you”

HYUNJIN

“sorry about the lingerie. you looked so good in lace i had to rip it off of you”

“who has that earlier? i bet he doesn’t make you feel the way i make you do”

“i just couldn’t keep my hands to myself seeing you in that dress, fuck”

“no gag reflex? oh darling you’re never leaving here”

“you want that chanel bag? show me how much you deserve it”

“you look so pretty moaning like a slut that i’m tempted to paint you just like this”

“darling you could rival all the art i’ve ever seen”

HAN

“does your husband fuck you like a cheap whore or like you’re priceless?”

“come on, i know you can take more in that pussy baby”

“oh don’t you love it when i grab your hair like that and pound your sloppy hole?”

“you’re so wet and needy for me and i haven’t even touched you yet”

“i want everyone to know how slutty you are when you go to work tomorrow with hickeys all over you”

“you want me to come inside you don’t you, darling?”

“make sure you think of me whenever you touch yourself later on”

FELIX

“you just love laying underneath me taking my cock don’t you?”

“i’ll fuck you so good you won’t ever want anyone else”

“come on love, i know you can cum for me one more time”

“aren’t you just the prettiest little thing when you suck cock?”

“are you sure you can take it all? you’re so fucking tight”

“you want to be filled up with my cum yeah?”

“aw, aren’t you such a sex-hungry little minx”

SEUNGMIN

“of course you get turned on by me wearing a suit earlier”

“what are you nympomaniac? god you love my cock”

“that’s what you call a moan? even your vocal cords are weak”

“you don’t deserve to cum do you?”

“gosh must you be so relentless? this is the fourth round”

“cry on my dick baby, i know you love it”

“you want me to slow down? you can take it for a little longer sweetie”

JEONGIN

“aren’t you embarrassed to be acting so needy?”

“look at yourself in the mirror. look at what a fucking mess you are”

“you came already when i barely even started? so sensitive”

“long hair or short doesn’t matter to me. i can pull both either way”

“open your legs wider..there you go. stop acting as if we haven’t been through this before girl”

“i bet you want me to knock you up with my babies to make sure everyone knows you’re mines hm? that can be arranged”

“spit in your mouth? oh you’re a freaky little whore aren’t you?”

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joonlaksme · 6 months

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October 31st

Seo Changbin × Footjob

Contains: exhibitionism(?), hints of Changbin being a m, mentions of alcohol and intoxication, afab reader who dresses up as a woman character, a little bit of CBT

Word Count: 1.5k+

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You lay your head back. The small voice in the back of your mind is telling you to leave before you regret doing or saying anything. “I’m not really in the mood to drink tonight, Binnie.” You mumble.

You’re sipping on a glass of water after he suggested some soju and beer. The thought of drinking alcohol after what happened last week makes you nervous. It seems you seriously become a different person under the influence. Thinking about last week has you worrying about how Changbin is feeling.

“Are you worried about something happening?” He picks up a pair of metal tongs, flipping the meat over and pressing it down a bit. Although it seems like he’s teasing you, he’s actually a bit clueless.

You stand up straighter and look at him, pursing your lips. When his eyes meet yours, he can’t keep eye contact for long and his sight adverts back to the ceiling with mood lighting and constellations. It seems that seeing you jogged his memory on what exactly occurred on Halloween day. You dressed up in something provocative. A full body suit of latex with the only skin really showing being your breast, pushed together and shown a generous amount. You could pull the zipper up but it wouldn’t be accurate to your costume like that. A whip was around your waist as well.

The main point was that you had a little too much to drink. You spoke your mind freely, conversing with Minho about your obvious attraction to Changbin. You mostly complained about the blatant signs you’ve been showing him, to no avail. He took them as jokes and maybe would even get a bit flustered before reverting back to the same ol’ Seo Changbin. When you caught the very man you were talking about in the corner of your eye, you couldn’t help stumbling towards him.

He was shocked when you had pressed your chest to his and fluttered your eyes. He got out the words ‘hey’ but he realized it wasn’t very like you, to so blatantly hit on him. Still, he wasn’t getting the message.

The most shocking thing was when you led his hands to take a handful of your breast in a party full of your friends. He wasn’t thinking clearly when it happened, hands still on them. You make him squeeze them, lip between your teeth. It’s not until you whisper something in his ear that he’s snapped out of it. No, this was not like you at all.

He held his breath and stepped away, slightly intoxicated as well, some of it being the alcohol in his red solo cup but mostly by the smell of your perfume.

He had to leave soon after that. You were told about what you did (with detail, from Minho) after sleeping over and with your splitting hangover, you were mortified. What were you going to say to your friend the next time you saw him? You swore to never drink that much ever again. You regretted avoiding Changbin for the rest of the week but you couldn’t handle thinking about what he’d say. Maybe a way to completely reject your crush or maybe he was so oblivious that he would shrug it off as a drunken mistake. That would really hurt.

But wasn’t that what you were doing now? “Listen…what happened that night, it was just a joke-“ and he cuts you off with his own words.

“Was it? I don’t think being dressed as cat woman and making me-“ he clears his throat, “squeeze your tits was a very funny joke.”

You open your mouth for a second and then you lean over. “You’re right. It wasn’t funny. It was wrong.” You guiltily press your lips together.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it or anything!” He gets out, waving his hands.

You grab the tongs out of his hand and take the meat off the grill. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed seeing Changbin a little flustered. He could be bold when he wanted to, more often than not but when he was like this, you just wanted to tease him.

You slip off one of your flats. You could be bold without the influence of alcohol.

“Would you have preferred if I continued? Right there in the open for all of our friends to see?” You ask, leaning on one of your hands.

Right as he’s about to answer, your foot brushes against his leg and he lets out this squeak. The sound makes you want to laugh but you hold back. The people near you in other stalls look for a moment with confusion before carrying on their conversation. Changbin thinks you touching him under the table must’ve just been a mistake so he carries on to answer your question.

“I’m not really interested in having our friends witness something like THAT-!” Then he lets out another loud noise when your thin-socked foot drags up his leg. He’s wearing those really hot gray sweatpants that he knows you like. “Are you…doing that on purpose?”

You drag your tongue on your lower lip, completing it with this mischievous smile. You watch as he gulps comically.

“Then, what are you interested in?” You carry on the conversation as if nothing is going on under the table.

Changbin shuffles a bit in his chair. At first, he’s hesitant to say what’s on his mind but he spits it out: “…You.” Then he takes a spoonful of rice and meat into his mouth. You reward him with resting your foot between his legs, toeing at the fabric losing hanging from his crotch. It drags down again, caressing his thigh barley and he’s looking down and letting out the lightest sigh. “Are we really going to do this here…?”

“We haven’t been here long but of course I could stop if you aren’t comfortable.” You start backing away your leg but he puts his hand back on it.

“Don’t stop.”

“That isn’t very polite of you.” You finally press the curve of your foot on his crotch. “Let’s try that again. I think you’re missing the magic word.”

His eyes almost burst open. His jaw drops. “I didn’t know you were like this…”

You fake a pout. “That’s not the word.” And you put more pressure on him, feeling him twitch under the pressure.

He shuffles his hips up, “Please-please? I’m sorry.”

You use your finger to motion him to come closer. When he does, you have full access to getting him hard under your foot without gathering suspicion. You immediately get to work, stretching your toes over what you feel is the head and stroking him. His eyes shut almost immediately and his eyebrows dent down. It couldn't be any more obvious that he’s getting a foot job right now.

“Did you like the costume I wore?” You ask, stopping your motions so he can focus on your question.

He’s not stupid. As his eyes subtly open, he acknowledges that he knows you’re playing a game with him. “You kidding? I was drooling over it the whole party.”

You start your movements again and Changbin can’t help the choked out sound he makes. You fake concern as to lower suspicion to whoever may be looking into your booth, on their way to the bathroom. When another person walks by, you get curious and caress the head of his cock. He jilts in his seat and has to bite on his lip, scared he might let out a noise.

“What do you think about what I was wearing while I’m doing this?”

“If I do that, I might…y’know, early.”

“You liked it that much?” And then the heel of your foot is grinding on balls.

It’s meant as a punishment but the way he covers his mouth with one hand and grips the edge of the wooden table has you thinking it was closer to a reward. His arm flexes with his grip and you start to actually get concerned.

“You okay? Should we stop?” You take your hand over the table. He quickly takes a hold of yours and whimpers, intertwining them.

“Don’t. Was really close. Keep goin’.” He whispers with a slur in his words as if he’s already lust-drunk. It’s quiet enough so only you can hear it over the other talking.

Your strokes get more fluid, realizing that he might like it a little more rough than he’s leading on. So you get rougher with more pressure, more swivel, harder grip. You want to absolutely ruin him with this new information but you have to hold yourself back in public. You can’t help but feel a small rush at the thought of someone catching on to Changbin’s heavy breaths and realizing what’s actually going on. Of course, it would be embarrassing if it were to actually happen and Bin wouldn’t actually be comfortable about that.

Then you mouth the same words you whispered into his ear that Halloween night. His jaw slacks and it’s like he’s going to let out noise but instead, he’s silent as he cums in his pants. His eyes squeeze shut hard and he shakes with the impact of his release. It’s when he settles down and his watery eyes are begging you to stop that you do.

You slip your foot back into your shoe and point to the food. “Can you grill this one next?”

Drool is running down his lip as he sits in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. His look makes you want to kiss him.

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imhereforbrownies · 2 years

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Here for you

Lee Felix/AFAB!Reader Summary: Just Felix helping you to get through your period. I needed that. Warnings: established relationship, idol!Felix, mentions of periods and period pain, food, painkillers, use of pet names, lots of fluff Word count: 2k+

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"Love? Are you here?" Felix's deep voice echoes through your little apartment as he closes the door behind himself carefully.

Felix couldn't wait to be with you. He missed you like crazy. You both have been quite busy the past few days, you because of your exams and him because of all the practices and preparations for their next tour. But today he was done quite early and so as soon as he finished his dance practice, he rushed to you.

You, however, are not replying to him, which confuses him. He calls your name, entering your living space now, only to find nothing, not a single sign of your presence, eerie silence welcoming him.

"Y/Nie, baby?" He tries once more, putting down the bags with groceries on the counter, before heading towards your bedroom.

The absence of your reply makes him worried. Maybe he made a mistake, maybe you have classes longer than he remembered today and he came too early.

But then he opens the door of your bedroom, taking a peek inside and he immediately spots you curled in your bed, a smile appearing on his face, his heart picking up a pace, his whole body itching to finally be in your arms.

"Lixie?" You murmur, your eyes locking with his before you groan out a bit, your whole body crouching, which quite frankly scares Felix.

"What's going on, baby?" He asks, worry lacing his tone as he closes the distance between the two of you, sitting down by your side, his hand now stroking your hair, his eyes never leaving yours, full of care and worry.

"I-I'm on my stupid period and it hurts like hell," you explain, squeezing your eyes shut as another cramp shoots through your lower belly, making your whole body stiffen.

"Oh, darling. I'm so sorry," he speaks softly, his brows furrowing slightly in compassion.

"I'll take care of you now, okay?" Felix offers, his heart clenching at the sight of you in pain. He hates to see you like this. He's aware your periods can get quite awful and by now he knows exactly what to do to make it more bearable.

"Okay," you murmur, reaching out to hold his hand. He smiles softly at that, running his thumb over your knuckles affectionately.

"Even though I'd love to sit here like this with you forever, I need to get some things done, okay?" He says and you pout at him.

"I'll be right back though, I promise, baby," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead before he parts from you, rushing to prepare everything quickly, your eyes escorting him to the door with silent longing. You really hope to have your boyfriend back by your side as soon as possible, his presence giving you the much-needed comfort.

Fortunately, he returns within minutes with a warm bean bag, a glass of water, and some painkillers.

You smile weakly at the sight of him. He cares for you so much it makes your heart overflow with love. You can swear you could never ask for a better boyfriend than Lee Felix.

You carefully roll to your back, resting your head on your soft pillow while holding Bbokari to your chest, the plushie being your loyal companion in your boyfriend's absence.

"Here you go, sunshine," Lix smiles, handing you the glass of water and your painkillers, before he gently puts the heated bean bag on your abdomen, the warmth immediately making you sigh in relief.

"Thank you so much, baby. I love you," you murmur before swallowing the pills and taking a huge gulp of water. Felix grins, sitting down next to you and brushing your hair out of your face.

"I love you too, darling. I hope this helps soon. Are you hungry? I can make you something," he offers, taking the glass away from you once you are done drinking and putting it on the bedside table before grabbing your hand.

You bite on your lower lip, thinking his offer through, your stomach grumbling in agreement before you can even voice your wishes, making Felix laugh.

"I see how it is," he murmurs before leaning down and pressing soft kisses all over your tummy, making you giggle as you run your fingers into his hair.

"Lixie! It tickles," you complain and he chuckles.

"Hm, does it?" He glances up at you, a smile on his lips.

"Yeah," you whisper, letting him close the distance between the two of you to finally kiss you properly. You melt against his lips, pulling him closer, chasing the taste of him that you missed so much these past few days, both of you smiling into the kiss like two dummies in love that you are.

But Felix eventually pulls away, giving you both chance to breathe before he gently strokes the side of your face and you lean into his touch.

"How do you feel, love?" He asks, carefully examining your face to catch your reaction.

"It still hurts but it's better now," you answer honestly.

"The painkillers should work soon. I'll make you something to eat now. So do you know what you'd like to have, baby?" He asks, bumping your nose with his finger, which makes you grin.

"You didn't really give me time to think it through, Lixie," you state, making him chuckle.

"Didn't I?" He raises an eyebrow at you and you shake your head.

"No, you're distracting me all the time," you say.

"Should I leave then?" He teases and you chuckle.

"No. Never," you refuse, pecking his soft lips, making him smile.

"Good. You won't get rid of me that easily anyways," he murmurs, and you grin.

"Glad to hear that."

You nuzzle your face into the pillow, closing your eyes and pulling Bbokari closer to your chest. Felix watches you with nothing but love and adoration, his fingers stroking your hair, both of you settling in comfortable silence.

"I know what I want," you break it suddenly, opening your eyes to look up at Felix.

"Really?" He grins, ready to fulfill your every wish.

"Could you make me some pancakes, baby?" You ask shyly and he smiles.

"Of course," he nods, leaning down to kiss the top of your nose.

"Thank you," you murmur, warmth filling your chest.

"You're welcome, darling," he gives you one of his bright smiles.

He seems to be hesitating to leave your side, wanting to be with you as much as you want to be with him, which you find extremely endearing.

Eventually, he sighs softly, sitting up.

"Okay, I'll be right back. You watch carefully over my love in the meanwhile, okay?" He points at Bbokari in your arms with the most serious expression you've ever seen on his face, making you scoff.

"I love you," you whisper and he grins.

"I love you too, sunshine."

You wait patiently for Felix in the bed, the cramps slowly getting more bearable as the painkillers kick in.

You are so glad he is here because sometimes you really struggle to take care of yourself, especially during this time of the month. He never hesitates to pamper you like a queen though, which is something you enjoy maybe a little too much.

But rolling from side to side on the bed right now with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling while listening to Felix's distant humming coming from the kitchen, you'd rather do something than just lay here and so you decide to get up and join your lovely boyfriend. You slip from underneath the covers carefully, leaving Bbokari on your pillow as you tiptoe out of the empty bedroom into the warmth of your living space.

Felix stands by your cooker, his lean back turned to you, his deep hums echoing through the space, making you smile to yourself as you sneak up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his shoulder. You feel him jolt a bit in your arms before his body melts against yours and he chuckles.

"Did I scare you, baby?" You murmur, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"A bit," he says softly, turning his face to you just to press his lips against your forehead.

"I'm sorry," you state, your eyes meeting his now.

"There's no reason to. Why are you not in bed though?" He raises an eyebrow at you and you chuckle.

"I was bored and lonely. And the pain is not as bad anymore," you state and he smiles softly at your words, glad to know you feel better now.

"Can I help you anyhow?" You ask, your thumbs drawing small circles on his sides, making his body tingle.

"No, no helping. I promised I'll take care of you and I meant it," he states, making you scoff.

"You could give me some easy task to complete, you know? Something reeeeeally easy," you offer and he chuckles.

"You could wash the blueberries, I suppose. But only if you really want to, love," he states, and you grin, nodding.

"Sure, I do," you murmur, pecking his cheek before pulling away so you can lend him a helping hand, both of you immediately missing the warmth of each other's bodies.

You take the blueberries out of the fridge and you get to work, washing them underneath the cold water thoroughly, your eyes drifting away to Felix every once in a while, your gazes meeting, gentle smiles being exchanged.

You're done really soon, putting the clean blueberries in a bowl before wiping your hands and heading back to Felix, wrapping your hands around his waist again as he flips around the last pancake before putting the spatula away and covering your hands with his, letting you pull him closer.

"I missed you so bad," you murmur, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"I missed you too. So much," he says, his low voice sending shivers down your spine as you grin.

"I'll have more time after the exams so we can spend every day together," you promise quietly, making Felix smile.

"I'd love that," he nods, turning his head to the side to kiss the tip of your nose, making your cheeks burn.

"Can we watch a movie or something?" You ask softly, glancing at him.

"Of course, baby. Whatever you want," he replies, resting his cheek against your head.

"Okay. I'll think of something then," you murmur and he nods, smiling.

"Go ahead, love. I'll finish it here and join you, okay?" He offers and you pout at him, not really happy about the proposition that includes you leaving his side.

"I'd rather stay and help," you say, and Felix sighs.

"You won't ever let me spoil you, will you?" He asks, making you chuckle.

"I mean sure, but I want to be with you. I really missed you, Lixie," you state, your words melting his heart. He turns around in your arms, finally facing you, your gazes immediately meeting as he cups your cheek.

"I missed you too, darling. I swear. And I want to make up for the time we lost by making you some good pancakes and then cuddling you while we watch a movie. How does that sound?" He raises an eyebrow at you, making you smile.

"Perfect," you state, nuzzling your face into his palm.

"I think so. Could you wait for me in bed, then? I promise, I'll be quick," he tries to plead with you again only for you to actually agree this time.

"Fine. But I'll be the one spoiling you the next time. Get ready for that, baby," you warn, making Felix laugh.

"Sure," he nods, pecking your lips before pulling away to take off the last pancake.

There was always something about him moving around your kitchen as if he always belonged here, that made your insides all warm and tingly. So even now you dwell in the kitchen for a minute longer just to watch him with adoration as he decorates the pancakes, with whipped cream and blueberries, before you actually force yourself to leave, deciding that you should prepare the movie for the two of you to watch just as Felix wanted. You'll get your cuddles later, right?

You head back to the bedroom, climbing into your bed and taking your laptop from your bedside table, trying to think of something fitting to watch today. You eventually decide to put on the tv show you and Felix struggle to finish for months now to make a bit of progress with it, finding it on Netflix before you snuggle up in your sheets, Bbokari back in your arms as you await Felix's arrival.

He doesn't disappoint, rushing through the door a few minutes later, a plate with a pile of pancakes in each hand, making you grin.

"What did you pick, darling?" He asks, carefully sitting down on the bed, handing one plate to you before joining you underneath the blanket, eyes glued to the screen now, while your whole attention is on the delicious food in your hands.

"Uhm- Brooklyn 99," you reply, smiling.

"Ah, perfect," Felix grins, settling right next to you, the proximity making your skin tingle, the warmth of his body now becoming yours as you both lean against the headboard, side by side and you press play, before cuddling closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, letting Felix plant a kiss into your hair, making you smile.

You soon get caught up in the plot of the episode, laughing and commenting on the events while stuffing your mouths full of the pancakes, getting lost in your own little paradise, just you and Felix, relaxed, careless, happy.

You couldn't ask for more.

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A/N: Hey there! Today I'm here with this small thing since I really needed something like this this week lol. I really hope you like it. Please let me know. Any kind of feedback is very appreciated. Thank you!

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