dirty thoughts about pierced!jeongin with a snake eye tongue piercing eating you out after a very long day at work. jeongin is very passionate when it comes to eating you out ,, & with knowing his piercing gives you double the amount of pleasure gives him so much thrill. his favourite way to eat you out is with you laying on your back and his large hands on your thighs.
“j-jeongin. feels s’good.” you babble, tears forming in your eyes from the intense pleasure. the feeling of jeongin’s pierced tongue on your wet pussy making your mind spin.
jeongin hums into your pussy, his veiny hands grips your thighs. “keep still f’ me. gooood girl.” he speaks lowly, his eyes meeting yours from between your thighs. “taste so good, never wanna stop.” he whines
your hips pushed up against his mouth, begging for more without actually saying it. but he always knew what you wanted, of course he knew what his baby wanted. it’s like he could read your mind, or he was just that addicted to eating you out like his first meal in a long time. jeongin always got super pussydrunk, his own hips bucking into the bed beneath him to find any relief for the bulge straining against his jeans.
“can’t believe you’re all mine. so good.” jeongin spoke, mostly out loud to himself. always in such disbelief that he was the only one that had you in this state. so fucked out under his touch.
you felt the pierced tip of his tongue flick from side to side against your clit, pushing you over the edge as you came on his tongue, your back arching off of the bed as you moaned out in blissful pleasure. jeongin kept his tongue against you, riding out your intense orgasm. he almost came in his jeans like a horny teenager, his grunts against you only prolonging your orgasm.
as you slowly came down from your high, jeongin got up from between your thighs, his mouth and chin glistening from your sweet slick. he offered a sweet smile, looking at you ever so innocently as if he didn’t just give you the most insane head of your life.
“i swear, that piercing is the best thing you’ve ever done.”
Bang Chan x Fem!Reader.
Maknae Line x Fem!Reader. (Platonic.)
9th Member.
(This was a request. I hope this is what you had in mind. I'm sorry if it's not. I did look up the Maknae line of Enhypen, and I watched some clips of them. In this, they probably aren't at all like they really are, so I'm sorry about that. I tried my best, but there is only so much I can do when it comes to people I have no clue about.)
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Summary: You get lost during an award show. The Maknae line of Ephypen finds you, making your Maknaes jealous.
You should have brought your phone. You had stepped away from your table to nip to the toilet. You had assured all eight of your boys that you would be fine. That you would find your way back. You were all at an award ceremony. You had a nice table and you had all been enjoying yourselves.
As you stepped back into the giant room, you couldn't spot your boys, and you weren't sure which way to go. You had exited and entered the room in two completely different places. You really should have brought your phone with you.
You looked around, completely confused. You let out a huff. You wondered if maybe you should just go and walk around until you find them, or ask someone for help. So you moved. You began walking in any direction.
It didn't help; you were just more lost. However, you weren't alone for much longer.
“Are you okay?” A voice spoke from behind you.
You turned around to see the three Maknaes of Enhypen. Sunoo, Jungwon and Niki. The three walked towards you. Sunoo smiled at you, Jungwon looked a little concerned, and Niki just kind of watched you for a moment.
“Not really. I'm completely lost.” You confessed to the three.
“You're with Stray Kids, right?” Niki asked you curiously.
Jungwon nudged him. “Dude, don't pretend you don't know.” He scolded him, teasingly.
Sunoo shook his head. “I'm sorry about them. We can help you find your table if you'd like?”
Niki shrugged. “The Mama Bear is standing in front of me. What do you expect from me?” He asked his friend as he turned to face him.
You looked at the three. “I wouldn't want to inconvenience you boys.” You told them, your voice was soft.
Niki waved a hand. “Pft, nonsense. We're offering. Come on.” He grabbed your right hand as Sunoo grabbed your left, Jungwon placed a hand on your back, and the three Maknaes began to guide you back to your table.
You let out a small laugh. “Alright, thank you. I appreciate it.” You said happily as you walked with them.
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Back at your table, Chan checked the time on his phone. You weren’t back yet, and it was making him nervous.
“Why isn’t she back yet?” Felix asked. The rest of the members could hear how worried he was.
Han’s leg was bouncing as he shifted in his seat. “Someone should have gone with her. We always go to the toilet together.”
Seungmin nodded. “Maybe we should go look for her?” He suggested as he stood up.
Jeongin nodded in agreement and quickly stood up. “That’s a good idea. I’m coming with you.”
Han and Felix both stood up, following their lead.
“Guys, sit down, I’m sure she’ll be back soon.” Changbin explained. Though yes, he was worried. He was sure you would be back soon.
Jeongin shook his head. “I’m not waiting around.” He walked away from the table, Seuming and Han quickly followed.
Felix grabbed your phone from the table and quickly followed the trio. The four walked together, side by side. Seungmin, Felix, Jeongin and Han all focused on different sections. Seungmin watched the left, Han checked the right, Felix focused in front of them, and I.N. kept looking back, just in case.
They walked around for five minutes before they heard you. Specifically, your laugh. They could see you, heading their way. But you weren’t alone. You were with the three youngest members of Enhypen.
“What the hell is she doing with them?” Han growled out.
Felix shook his head, pouting. “What could they have said that was so funny?”
Seungmin licked his bottom lip. “Why are they holding her hands?”
The four males frowned, hearing your words. “No, I’m serious. Next time I’m baking, I’ll make a batch for you three and your group. I always keep my promises.”
“I’m not standing here, come on.” Jeongin was the first to move. He walked over to where you were walking with the trio.
Niki grinned at you. “You’d seriously go out of your way to bring us cookies and cupcakes?” He asked you in surprise.
You nodded your head happily. “Of course, I would. You three said you wanna try my cooking, so why not?”
Sunoo smiled. “Yeah, dude, didn’t you watch Kingdom? She made food for the entirety of the Mayfly team. And she baked cookies for each of the teams as well.” Honestly, he was excited about the idea of trying your famous food.
You shook your head gently and looked up. You smiled brightly, seeing your four Maknaes. “Hi, my babies.” You greeted them.
Jeongin walked up to you and immediately scooped you up in his arms, bridal style. You let out a yelp and held on to him.
Felix came to stand so that you were between him and I.N. “We got so worried when you didn’t come back, so we came looking for you.”
Seungmin stared down the three Enhypen members. “Why were you with them?”
“Better question, why are you agreeing to bring them food?” Han pipped up as he stood by your head.
“My lovelies, they found me and were helping me get back to you.” You explained to them.
Seungmin nodded and looked over at the trio who were watching the four closely. “Thanks for the help, we’ve got our mother from here.”
The three all bowed. “Sure, it was nice meeting you, Honey.” Jungwon spoke.
Sunoo shook his head and waved at you. “Try not to get lost again.”
“Call us!” Niki called out as Jeongin quickly walked away with you still in his arms.
“It was nice meeting you boys, too. If you need anything, I’m just a text away.” You told them happily.
Felix waved at the trio and bowed. “Thank you for finding her.” He then ran off to join I.N., Seungmin, and Han weren’t far behind.
“You have their numbers?” Han asked, his tone held a sense of betrayal.
Seungmin shoved his hands in his pockets. “Why did you give them your number?”
You shrugged. “They were nice and helpful. I complemented their voices and dance skills, and then we started swapping stories and talking about food. It’s not a big deal. Innie, you can put me down now.”
Jeongin ignored your request and continued to carry you to the table. “We’re your Maknaes, not them. Don’t fraternise with other Maknaes. You're ours.”
Your eyes went wide in surprise. But you nodded.
Han looked over at Felix and smirked. “It won’t be you. You get lost just as easily as she does.”
Felix quickly grabbed one of your hands. “Next time, one of us is going with you, or you have to take your phone. Or both.”
Felix’s eyes went wide. “Yah!”
You let out a laugh as the five of you got to the table. Seungmin pulled out your chair, Jeongin set you on your chair, Felix immediately sat on your lap, and Han sat at your side.
Chan, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin watched you all in surprise.
You wrapped your arms around Felix as he leaned into you.
Chan was the first to speak. “What is going on?” He watched as Jeongin and Seungmin both sat down across from you.
Hyunjin gasped. “Are you hurt? Is that why, Innie, carried you here?”
You shook your head. “No, no, I’m not hurt, Sweetheart. These four found me talking to the three youngest members of Enhypen.”
Han nodded. “They were trying to take our mother from us.” He spoke, his bottom lip pouting out as he sulked.
“They were just trying to help me.” You explained. Felix shifted a little on your lap.
“You don’t need their help. We’re meant to help you. We’re your babies. Not them.” Seungmin told you.
You let out a soft sigh as the four Hyungs laughed at the Maknae line’s jealousy. “Yeah, you're my babies. I wouldn’t trade you boys for anyone else.” You rested your chin on Felix’s shoulder. Han moved closer to the two of you, his head resting on your shoulder. Minho sneakily got out his phone to take a picture of the three of you.
but the other day while ✨️exploring✨️, it was so hard for me to finish but then I accidentally thought about BC in this clip but like, on top, and then I saw the pearly gates.🫠🙏🏾
Hii!! Can u please write a jisung smut where while u both are doing it the members walk in the dorm and u both are trying to be quiet but jisungs making it hard and when u both leave the room skz tease u<33 I love ur writing♥️💝💗
We gotta stay Quiet
Han Jisung X fem!reader
Word count: 873
Warnings: jumps right into smut, dom Jisung, sub reader, no protection (no), teasing from other members, nicknames (mamas, baby), poor innie gets traumatized for a moment, let me know if I missed any
Thank you so much for the request🥹 I really appreciate it 🫶🏽
“Fuck Ji~ that feels so good.”
The sound of the headboard banging against the wall echoes throughout the empty dorms. “Yeah? It feels good when I pound into you like this?” You moan his name as he continues to thrust into you. “Yes! Yes it feels so good~” Jisung sneaks his hand down and rubs your clit and you nearly scream. “Are you getting close mamas? You’re clenching me so tight” You whimper and nod.
Before Jisung gets a chance to let you cum, you hear the front door. You both pause for a second before Jisung starts to slowly start thrusting into you. Your eyes widen and you try and stop his hips. He grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. “Ji, we aren’t alone anymore. They’ll catch us” “Not if we stay quiet.” He smirks and starts his thrusts up again.
You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Jisung brings his mouth down to your breast to muffle his own groans. “Your clenching me even tighter than before baby. Do you like the idea of the guys catching us?” You moan a little too loud, hoping they didn’t hear you from the other side of the door.
“Did you guys hear that?” Jeongin says to the others. “What did you hear Innie?” Seungmin asks as Jeongin follows where he thinks he heard the sound and stops in front of Jisung’s door. Once he gets there he hears that same sound again but a little louder. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s happening. He slowly walks back over like he’d seen a ghost and sits on the couch. “Are you ok? What did you hear?” Chan asked slightly worried. He points the guys over to the Jisung’s door. “H-Han-Hannie. He- He… Oh my god” They all go over to the door and press their ears to it wait for what ever Jeongin heard.
“JI! FUCK~!”
“You gotta be quiet mamas, we don’t need them to hear us”
“I’m sorry, it just feels so good”
“Yeah you like that baby? I can tell you’re close. Cum for me baby”
All the guys look at each other in shock. Hyunjin and Changbin start snickering to each other as they head back to the living room area. “There’s no way that just happened” “Right you would think they would’ve stopped when we came in. Poor Innie is scarred now.” Changbin and Hyunjin continue to laugh. “Alright guys cut it out” Chan face palms.
After you and Jisung released, you cleaned up and cuddled for a while. When you both decided to get something to snack on, you both get up and head to the kitchen. Some of the guys were sitting in the living room, some also in the kitchen. “Hey guys what’s up?” Jisung asked acting completely normal. “Nothing much just chilling. What were you guys up to?” Felix says trying to hide a smirk. You and Jisung look at each other and simultaneously say “nothing” Hyunjin bursted into laughter from the kitchen “that didn’t sound like nothing to me” “Ji Fuck!” Changbin continues from the living room. You feel your cheeks heat up; so they were able to hear us. “We were just playing a game and I was beating her” More laughter. This time Lee know and Seungmin joining in. “Oh I bet you were beating her REAL good” Lee know chuckles. “What was the game? Who can leave more hickeys on the other?” Seungmin said smugly. Even more laugher. Jeongin join in this time. Chan trying his hardest not to laugh.
You hide your face in the side of Jisung. “Ok guys, you can stop now. You’re embarrassing her” Felix comes over to the two of you and gives you a side hug “You know we're just messing around. It's all out of love, isn’t that right mamas” The guys start laughing again, even harder this time. You smack Felix’s chest as he makes his way back to the kitchen. “Are you all done yet?” The laughter dies down a little before someone snickers and they start laughing all over again.
“Ok ok that’s enough. Isn’t it obvious we’re not making them feel good?” Chan says before he bursts into laughter and the others join in again. “Ji make them stop, I can’t take anymore teasing.” He couldn’t either, he pulls you back into his room all the laughter fading in the background.
“Are you ok baby?” You nod your head “ Yeah I’m ok, I just couldn’t handle all the teasing.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve just stopped when the door opened. Stupid horny brain” “Hey it’s ok, I’m glad you didn’t stop. I think that was the hardest I came in a while.” Jisung smirks “Oh really? Should we do it again? Maybe I can get you to squirt this time.” You smack Jisung’s chest “I already can’t handle the teasing right now and you’ll make it even worse you pabo” “ok ok, but you are ok right?” You pull his face towards yours and peck his lips “Yes I’m ok, just tell Felix to never call me mamas ever again” Jisung chuckles and nods “Ok I’ll tell him.”
Summary: After their first night together, she couldn’t stop desperately craving a second round with her boyfriend and his best friend. But while she tried to beg them to have their way with her again, they already had a plan for her.
Warnings: OKAY let‘s see….. Anal (Hyunlix), Double Penetration, Felix being a Pussy Eater again and yea…. everything sex related i fear…..
Enjoy 🙂↕️
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She woke up nestled between two gorgeous men, her body warm and tangled in the sheets. For a moment, she lay still, her mind hazy—until the memories of last night crashed over her all at once. Heat flooded her cheeks, but she was too exhausted to process any of it. Her limbs felt heavy, her body deliciously sore.
The next time she stirred, the bed was empty. The warmth of their bodies had faded, leaving only the faint scent of them lingering on the sheets. With a quiet sigh, she pushed herself up, stretching despite the ache in her legs.
By the time she made it to the kitchen, dressed but still drained, her muscles protested every step. A slow burn, a deep ache—evidence of exactly what had happened.
Changbin was the only one there, He glanced up as she walked in, the corner of his lips twitching.
“Morning… Rough night?”
Her face burned instantly.
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As she walked down the street toward his workplace, the cool evening air did little to soothe the warmth simmering under her skin. She waved at the security guard with a soft smile.
“Good evening, Miss Y/N. Felix is in the dance practice room.”
She nodded in thanks and stepped into the elevator, carefully balancing the tray of drinks in her hands. The smooth hum of the lift did nothing to quiet her racing thoughts. The moment she stepped into the practice room, the lively energy of the group washed over her.
“Wow, look at you. Felix, your girlfriend is an angel,” Seungmin called out the second he spotted his favorite coffee shop logo on one of the cups.
“Please, someone help me before I drop everything,” she laughed, only now realizing just how exhausting it was to carry them all.
The boys immediately stopped what they were doing, reaching for the drinks without hesitation. Felix pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before taking his cup, the warmth of his lips lingering for a second longer than necessary.
“Felix, no way you made your girlfriend come all the way here just to bring us coffee,” Bang Chan teased. “That is very un-boyfriend-like behavior.”
“Yo, I just told her we were practicing. That was her own will,” Felix defended, his voice light with amusement.
But she wasn’t listening.
Her eyes had wandered—unbidden, instinctual—toward Hyunjin. He was standing slightly apart from the others, his body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, the tank top clinging to his frame like it had been made just for him. Muscles sculpted with an almost ridiculous perfection, every flex, every shift of his body an unintentional display of raw beauty.
He noticed her staring. And he looked right back.
A slow, knowing smirk played at the edges of his lips.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks, and she quickly shifted her gaze back to Felix—only to find him already watching her. His expression unreadable, but his eyes dark, knowing. The air in the room changed, something unsaid passing between the three of them.
Lee Know, sensing the shift, leaned in toward Bang Chan.
“Hyung,” he muttered, “maybe shut up for a second.”
And just like that, her face burned.
She sank into the sofa, crossing her legs tightly as she watched them. The boys had returned to their practice, sweat glistening on their skin, muscles flexing with every sharp movement. She tried—God, she tried—to ignore the way Hyunjin had just looked at her.
But the heat between her thighs made it impossible.
They spent too much time together, moving in sync both on and off the stage. Sometimes, they even seemed to speak in a language only they understood.
A treacherous thought crept into her mind. Had they fucked behind her back?
The idea made her thighs clench. The night hadn’t been that long ago, but with how comfortable they were around each other, how easily they touched, how effortlessly they existed in each other’s space… It could have happened.
She bit her lip, looking up just in time to see Felix and Hyunjin exchange a high-five. The sound of their palms meeting sent a shockwave through her body—her mind throwing her straight back into that night.
The way they had ruined her together.
A quiet whimper almost slipped from her lips, but she swallowed it down. Fuck, she was so worked up.
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Later that night, she tossed and turned in Felix’s bed, the sheets cool against her feverish skin. She squeezed her thighs together, but it did nothing—nothing to ease the ache, nothing to replace the way they had both felt inside her.
The sound of running water stopped, and a few moments later, Felix stepped into the room, towel slung low around his hips. His damp hair dripped onto his shoulders, droplets sliding down his sculpted chest. He barely made it two steps before noticing the way she was staring at him.
He smirked. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”
She pushed herself up on her elbows, her breath unsteady.
“I need you two to fuck me dumb again.”
Felix’s smirk faded. His eyes darkened, jaw ticking as he exhaled through his nose. A slow, knowing chuckle left his lips as he stalked toward her, the air between them thick with heat.
“Oh?” He tilted her chin up, thumb ghosting over her parted lips. “You miss the way he touched you?”
She nodded, barely able to breathe.
His thumb pressed against her lower lip, slipping inside just slightly. “Then I guess we’ll have to call him, won’t we?”
She sucked on his thumb, her lips warm and soft around it, tongue swirling just enough to make it obscene. She knew exactly what she was doing—how much Felix liked watching her like this, pliant and eager, her big eyes looking up at him like she’d do anything for him.
But instead of rewarding her, he sighed. A slow, deliberate sound.
Then, he pulled his thumb from her mouth with a wet pop and wiped the glistening sheen of spit against her flushed cheek.
“No.”
Her stomach dropped.
He tilted her chin up between his fingers, his voice calm, almost pitying. “I spoil you too much, sweetheart.”
She swallowed hard.
“You’re just a little spoiled girl, always begging to be stuffed full without even earning it.”
Her thighs clenched together instinctively, the sharp rejection making the heat between them ache even more.
“Felix… please—”
“No.” He cut her off, voice firm. “Why would you deserve it?”
She stared up at him, her nails digging into the sheets. He loved this. Loved making her squirm, watching her melt into desperation.
She shifted forward on the bed, crawling toward him on her knees. Her nightgown was barely anything, thin and delicate, the lace tracing over her curves. It had ridden up, exposing her bare thighs, and her nipples pressed stiff against the fabric, aching for attention.
Felix ignored it.
The towel slipped from his waist as he reached for his boxers, leaving him completely bare for a few seconds. And god, fuck, she couldn’t look away.
His body was carved perfection—toned, sweat-kissed from the heat of the shower. And between his thighs, his cock hung heavy, thick, and teasingly out of reach.
She swallowed hard, her mouth going dry.
She barely realized she had leaned forward, staring shamelessly, her breath coming faster. The ache between her legs was unbearable now, her body desperate, skin too hot, too sensitive.
“Lixie, please,” she whimpered, shifting even closer. “I’ll be so good…”
Felix finally pulled his boxers on, raising an eyebrow as he climbed onto the bed.
“Oh?” He tilted his head, voice laced with amusement. “And why should I believe that?”
“Because I will do anything,” she whispered. “Anything you want. I just—” She exhaled shakily. “I just need you. Please.”
For a second, she thought she had won—thought he’d finally give in.
Then, he smirked.
And laid back against the pillows, stretching out comfortably, completely unbothered by the way she was practically begging at this point.
“Maybe,” he mused, “you should ask Hyunjin what he thinks about it.”
Her breath hitched.
Her whole body stiffened. “W-what?”
Felix smirked at the stunned expression on her face. “You heard me.”
Then, he reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
She sat there, still kneeling on the bed, heat burning under her skin, her heart pounding against her ribs.
How the fuck was she supposed to ask Hyunjin?
Should she… seduce him?
The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, making her thighs squeeze together instinctively.
Would he let her? Would he make her work for it the way Felix did? Or would he take control the second she so much as looked at him the wrong way?
She swallowed, fingers curling into the sheets.
She might have been spoiled.
But she wasn’t patient.
And if Felix wasn’t going to give her what she wanted… she would find another way to get it.
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The dorm was quiet, the kind of stillness that only settled deep into the night. Most of the members were asleep, and Felix… well, he was still ignoring her on the second night.
She couldn’t sleep.
She needed to do something.
So she slid out of bed, slipping one of Felix’s oversized shirts over her body, barely bothering with shorts underneath. It was just the dorm, after all. And if she happened to run into Hyunjin?
Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.
She padded into the kitchen, her bare feet light against the cool floor. The fridge hummed softly as she opened it, grabbing a bottle of water—only to freeze when she heard a voice behind her.
“Can’t sleep?”
Her pulse jumped.
She turned, the dim kitchen light casting long shadows over the tall figure standing in the doorway. Hyunjin. His hair was damp, strands curling slightly at the ends, and he was shirtless, just a loose pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
Oh.
She licked her lips, gripping the cold bottle tighter. “Yeah.” Her voice came out softer than she intended. “You?”
Hyunjin shrugged, stepping inside. “I was sketching. Needed a break.”
She swallowed, watching as he moved closer.
He smelled clean—like body wash and something distinctly him, warm and slightly musky. And when he leaned against the counter beside her, his arm nearly brushing hers, the heat between them became impossible to ignore.
Perfect.
She turned toward him slightly, shifting her weight just enough for the oversized shirt to slip down her shoulder, exposing a hint of smooth skin.
“You work too hard,” she murmured, taking a slow sip of water. “You should let yourself relax more.”
Hyunjin exhaled a quiet laugh. “And how do you suggest I do that?”
She tilted her head, her fingers tracing idly over the condensation on the bottle.
“I could help,” she said, letting the words linger between them.
Hyunjin’s gaze flickered, his jaw tightening just slightly.
Oh, she had his attention now.
It hit her all at once.
The way Hyunjin leaned back against the counter, eyes dark with amusement, lips curled in that lazy, knowing smirk. The way he didn’t look surprised at all by how she was acting—by how desperate she was, shifting on her feet, heat crawling under her skin.
Felix had planned this.
They were both in on it.
She really was too spoiled.
Hyunjin exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as if he pitied her. “Tsk. You just don’t learn, do you?”
She swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together. “I—”
“Shh.”
Before she could answer, his hand dropped down to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them lower just enough to tease her with the sharp lines of his hips.
Her breath hitched.
Then, he palmed himself lazily over the fabric, fingers wrapping around his length, pressing just enough to make the shape of it obvious. “Is this what you want?”
A soft, broken whimper slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
She was too worked up, too far gone, too fucking needy to play it cool. Her entire body felt like it was pulsing, heat radiating from her core, making her skin feel sensitive, restless, desperate.
Hyunjin chuckled, slow and low.
“Ask for it nicely, sweetheart,” he murmured. His fingers tightened around himself just slightly, stroking once, slow and deliberate, enough to make himself twitch under the fabric.
She bit her lip so hard it nearly hurt.
She wanted to drop to her knees right then and there, wanted to press her lips to the growing outline in his sweats, wanted to show him exactly how much she needed this.
Her mouth opened—ready to beg, ready to say anything.
And then—
Hyunjin sighed dramatically, letting go of himself, his hand dropping back to his side.
“Ugh, I’m so tired.” He stretched his arms over his head, yawning like he hadn’t just had her on the verge of losing her mind. “Goodnight.”
Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked off, disappearing down the hallway toward his room.
She stood there, frozen in place, her body screaming in frustration.
Her fists clenched at her sides. “Fuck you,” she muttered under her breath.
From down the hall, she heard him chuckle. “You wish.”
She cursed again, then turned toward Felix’s room, where she knew he was still awake, probably smirking to himself just like Hyunjin had been.
They were going to fucking kill her.
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Her body wasn’t letting it go.
Even after she’d stormed back to Felix’s room, dropping onto his bed in a frustrated mess, she still felt hot, still felt restless. It was unbearable—the way her skin tingled, the way every little movement made her painfully aware of how empty she was. Felix wasn‘t in the Bed… probably on the toilet…..
Hyunjin’s teasing had pushed her too far.
Felix’s rejection had left her wound up too tight.
She buried her face into the pillow, letting out a muffled whine. They can’t do this to me.
They had left her like this—knowing how desperate she was, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep, knowing exactly what she would end up doing.
Maybe that was part of their plan, too.
She turned on her Back.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, hips shifting, searching for relief. The feeling wasn’t enough. Not even close.
Her fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
A sharp breath left her at the first touch—her own warmth, her own slick betraying just how much she needed it. She let her legs fall open, breath hitching as she stroked slow, teasing herself the way they should have been doing.
Her mind spiraled, flashing back to Hyunjin’s fingers wrapped around himself, the way he had stroked so slowly, the lazy amusement in his voice as he told her to ask nicely.
Felix’s voice from earlier echoed in her head. Maybe you should ask Hyunjin what he thinks of it.
Her stomach clenched.
What would Hyunjin do if he saw her like this—legs spread, back arching against the sheets, her fingers drenched with her own need? Would he call her pathetic? Tell her she was proving their point?
She swallowed hard, whimpering softly as she sped up, fingers circling exactly where she needed them most.
Her body tightened, the pleasure building higher, hotter—almost there, almost—
The door creaked open.
She froze.
Her breath caught in her throat, heart slamming against her ribs. She barely had time to yank the blanket over herself before she heard it—
A quiet, amused hum.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Felix.
Her stomach dropped.
Her head snapped up to see him standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t even trying to hide the smirk on his lips, the glint in his eyes as he took in the scene before him.
“I leave you alone for five minutes and you can’t even behave?”
She swallowed hard, gripping the sheets tighter. “I—I wasn’t—”
He raised a brow. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”
Her body was still thrumming with need, still aching, still so close. The blanket was doing nothing to hide the way her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, or the way her thighs had yet to close.
Felix tilted his head, stepping inside.
“Looks like Hyunjin was right,” he murmured. “You really don’t deserve it yet.”
Her entire body flushed with heat. “Felix—”
“Mm-mm.” He reached down, taking the edge of the blanket between his fingers. “You want to touch yourself like a needy little thing? Go ahead.”
Then, with one sharp tug, he pulled the blanket away.
Her breath hitched—completely exposed under his gaze, her hand still buried between her thighs, her skin burning with humiliation and want.
Felix just grinned.
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The next few days were hell.
For her. For the boys. For everyone.
Felix and Hyunjin had left her high and dry, and her frustration was hitting a breaking point.
She was moody, snappy, and completely unbearable.
Changbin, poor, unsuspecting Changbin, had barely asked where the salt was when she threw the entire pack at him without a word.
Lee Know, who only wanted the remote, had barely touched her shoulder when she turned to him with glassy eyes, voice cracking, “I don’t know where it is!” before she burst into tears.
The whole dorm was walking on eggshells.
And they—Felix and Hyunjin—were enjoying every second of it.
They weren’t even subtle about it.
Felix would pass by her in the kitchen, hand brushing the small of her back, lips ghosting over her temple, whispering, “Such a moody little thing, aren’t you?” before walking away like it was nothing.
Hyunjin would sit too close to her on the couch, spreading his legs wide, body heat seeping into her skin, looking at her with that knowing smirk that made her want to either strangle him or ride him right then and there.
She couldn’t take it.
She had half a mind to beg, to drop her pride and beg—but just when she was about to give up, something changed.
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She woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of soft lips pressing along the side of her neck.
Warm. Slow. Teasing.
A breathy sigh left her lips before she even opened her eyes, her body already reacting before her mind caught up.
“Lixie?” she murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.
A low hum vibrated against her skin, but the voice that answered wasn’t Felix’s.
“Mmm… it’s Jinnie, baby.”
Her eyes fluttered open.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow under the door.
She turned her head, blinking the sleep away, only to find Hyunjin lying beside her, his face inches from hers, his hands already palming at her breasts through the thin lace of her nightgown.
Her breath caught. “What are you—”
Hyunjin hushed her with a kiss, soft and lingering.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered against her lips. “Felix is in the bathroom.”
She should’ve pushed him away. She should’ve questioned why Felix wasn’t here. But the second he squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, a whimper escaped her lips instead.
“We didn’t punish you because you were a bad girl,” he murmured, lips trailing along her jaw. “We just wanted to hear it from you first. We wanted you to ask for it.”
She shivered beneath him, hips shifting, pressing against nothing. “I—I did—”
“Not properly.” His hand slipped lower, fingers teasing along the edge of her nightgown. “Felix had to prep himself for a second night, you know.”
Her stomach clenched at the words.
Felix. Prepping himself.
Her breath hitched. She looked up at Hyunjin. “Remember how he promised me I could fuck his ass too?”
Hyunjin’s lips curled. “Mm,” he hummed, kissing her again, swallowing the soft moan that left her lips. “And he keeps his promises.”
“Felix is in the bathroom.”
The words echoed in her head, but she barely registered them.
Not when Hyunjin’s lips were already moving down her neck.
Not when his hands were already teasing at the hem of her nightgown.
“You missed us that much, huh?” His voice was all silk and sin, low against her skin. “You’ve been such a brat these past few days… all moody, snapping at the boys…”
His fingers ghosted over her inner thigh, but never where she needed him.
She whimpered, hips shifting, trying to guide his touch lower.
Hyunjin only chuckled. “Look at you… so desperate.”
He dipped his head, lips skimming along her collarbone. “But we couldn’t just give in right away, baby. We had to be sure you wanted it again.”
His teeth scraped gently, just enough to make her squirm.
“And now?” He exhaled against her skin. “Now we’re sure.”
She gasped softly as his hand finally cupped her through her panties, rubbing slow, lazy circles that had her entire body tensing.
“Jinnie…” she whined.
“Shh.” His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, just barely teasing at her slick heat. “You’re soaking, sweetheart.”*
She shuddered. “Because you two left me like this for days.”
Hyunjin smirked, pressing his fingers against her just enough to make her ache. “Mmm… and whose fault is that?”
“Yours!”
“Wrong answer.”
He pulled his hand away completely.
“Jinnie—!”
“Shh,” he murmured again, fingers pressing against her lips instead. “You want Felix to hear you begging while he’s getting ready for me?”
Her stomach clenched at the thought, at the realization of what was happening just a few feet away.
Hyunjin smiled lazily, watching her expression shift. “Oh? You like that, don’t you?”
She swallowed, her whole body burning.
“You want to go in there and see?”
She hesitated—God, she wanted to—but before she could answer, he flipped her onto her stomach.
“Too bad,” he whispered against her ear, pinning her hips down. “You have to wait your turn, baby.”
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Her wrists were bound.
Not tightly—just enough to keep her in place, to remind her who was in control.
Hyunjin had made sure of that.
She lay on her back, arms above her head, chest rising and falling in frustration. Her lace nightgown had ridden up, her wet pussy dripping, and her thighs were already trembling—because Hyunjin hadn’t stopped touching her, hadn’t stopped teasing her.
But every time she whimpered, every time she begged, he just smirked.
“You wanna be a good girl now, huh?” His voice was a slow drawl as he trailed his fingers along her inner thighs, stopping just before she got what she needed.
She bucked her hips, desperate for anything. “Jinnie, please—”
“Shh.” He leaned down, lips brushing against her ear. “You don’t get to make demands. Not after the way you’ve been acting.”
She wanted to snap at him, tell him how unfair this was, but her words were cut off by the sound of the door opening.
Felix had finally come back.
And the moment he stepped into the dimly lit room, his breath hitched at the sight in front of him.
“Well, well…” Felix’s voice was hoarse, still flushed from the time he’d spent prepping. “She’s already a mess.”
Hyunjin chuckled, shifting so he was straddling her waist, keeping her completely pinned beneath him. “She’s been a mess, Lix.” His fingers ghosted over her sensitive heat, making her jolt. “But she hasn’t earned anything yet.”
Felix tilted his head, his gaze dark, as he drank her in—her flushed skin, her parted lips, her arms restrained above her head.
“Is that so?”
Hyunjin nodded. “She’s been a little brat these past few days. Taking out all her frustration on the boys, throwing tantrums…” His fingers teased at the edge of her soaked panties. “And she still thinks she deserves to be fucked.”
Felix hummed, stepping closer. “That doesn’t sound very fair, sweetheart.”
She whined, struggling against the binds. “I wouldn’t have been frustrated if you two didn’t leave me like this for days!”
Hyunjin tsked, shaking his head. “And now you’re making excuses…”
“Jinnie—!”
“No.”* He leaned down, kissing her slowly, deeply, making her toes curl before pulling away just as suddenly. “You wanna make up for it? You’re gonna have to watch first.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, what?”
Felix finally climbed onto the bed beside them, running his fingers lightly along her bare thigh. “That’s right, baby. You don’t get to join in yet.”
Hyunjin pressed a chaste kiss to Felix’s lips before turning back to her, his smirk widening.
“You’re gonna watch us first. And we’ll see if you’ve really learned your lesson.”
She moaned in frustration, her entire body burning as the two boys in front of her exchanged another lingering kiss—Hyunjin’s hand already moving to Felix’s waist, pulling him closer.
She shivered.
She was so screwed.
She had never seen Felix like this before.
Her breath caught as he positioned himself on all fours right in front of her, his head nestled between her thighs—close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath, but not close enough to give her anything.
“You like watching, sweetheart?” His voice was low, teasing, his dark eyes locked onto hers.
She squirmed, but her bindings didn’t let her move.
“Felix…” she whimpered.
He grinned—like he was relishing in her frustration. “Ah, but you don’t get to do anything yet.” His fingers grazed her thigh, making her body jolt. “You’re just gonna lay there and be our little audience for now.”
Behind him, Hyunjin’s hands smoothed over Felix’s waist, his fingers digging into his skin just slightly as he lined himself up.
“Relax for me, baby,” Hyunjin murmured, his tone softer, gentler—but his grip stayed firm. “You prepped well, yeah? I bet you’re gonna take me like a good boy.”
Felix shuddered, his fingers clutching at the sheets beneath him as he exhaled shakily. “Fuck, Jinnie…”
She watched, entranced, as Hyunjin pressed in slowly—his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Felix stretching around him for the first time.
“Shit…” Hyunjin let out a shaky groan, his fingers digging deeper into Felix’s hips. “You’re so fucking tight, Lix.”
Felix whined, his back arching, his breath coming out in shudders as he adjusted to the stretch.
And she—she was losing her mind.
Every little sound Felix made, every tiny movement, every time Hyunjin praised him—it was making her body burn with need.
“That’s my good boy,” Hyunjin murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Felix’s shoulder before rolling his hips deeper. “Taking me so fucking well…”
Felix moaned, his head dropping between her thighs, his breath coming out in hot, uneven gasps against her bare skin.
She could feel everything—his heavy breaths, the way his body tensed and trembled, how Hyunjin’s movements sent small shocks through him that transferred directly to her.
“F-Fuck…” Felix whispered, before suddenly lifting his head to look at her again. His lips were parted, his pupils blown with pleasure—and he was smirking.
“Poor baby,” Felix mocked, his voice breathless, but still full of teasing cruelty. “You just have to sit there and watch, huh? Bet you’re dying to be in my place.”
She whimpered, trying to close her legs, but Felix’s hands immediately pushed them apart again.
“Ah, ah,” he scolded playfully, his nails dragging along the inside of her thigh. “You don’t get to hide from me.”
Hyunjin’s pace picked up, his grip on Felix’s waist tightening as his voice came out in husky groans. “Look at you, baby… taking me so good“
Felix gasped, his fingers curling into the sheets as his whole body shuddered.
“Jinnie—fuck—”
She could barely breathe.
Hyunjin’s movements rocked Felix against her, every slight shift making his breath hitch against her skin, sending shocks straight to her core.
She wanted to move. She wanted to touch.
But she couldn’t do anything.
And Felix knew it.
His smirk deepened, his lips grazing her thigh as he watched her suffer.
“You gonna cry, baby?” His voice was mocking, but there was a deep hunger in his gaze. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To see what it’s like when you’re not the center of attention.”
Hyunjin let out a low chuckle, his fingers digging into Felix’s waist as he snapped his hips forward. “She looks so cute when she’s desperate, doesn’t she?”
Felix moaned, his nails scratching down the sheets as his body trembled from the impact.
And she—she was soaked, her body burning, her mind spiraling from the sight in front of her.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please…” she whimpered, her voice shaking, pleading. “Please let me join…”
Felix tilted his head, pretending to think.
“Hmm…” His fingers ghosted up her thigh, but never touched her where she needed. “I don’t know, baby… you were pretty mean to us this week.”
Hyunjin groaned, snapping his hips deeper, making Felix’s whole body jolt. “Mmm, Lix… I think she’s learned her lesson.”
Felix’s eyes were dark, heated, as he looked at her.
“You think so?”
Hyunjin smirked. “Maybe we should still make her beg a little more…”
Felix chuckled, his breath hot against her skin.
“What do you think, sweetheart? You willing to beg for it?”
She was desperate. She’d never felt so frustrated, so needy—watching, feeling, hearing everything but not being allowed to have it.
“Please…” Her voice was breathless, her wrists straining against the binds as she tried to reach for Felix. “Please, I need it—”
Felix smirked, still breathless himself, his lips swollen from all the kissing, his golden skin flushed under Hyunjin’s hands.
“Mmm… What do you think, Jinnie?” His voice was mocking, but his body shivered under Hyunjin’s touch. “Should we give her something?”
Hyunjin, still thrusting deep into Felix, hummed thoughtfully before leaning forward and biting the back of his neck. “Mmm, I dunno…” he murmured against Felix’s sweaty skin. “You’re still so fucking tight, baby… I’m kinda distracted.”
Felix whimpered, his fingers clenching the sheets.
But then—Hyunjin’s eyes flickered to her.
“She is looking so pretty like this though,” he mused, his grip tightening on Felix’s hips as he snapped his own forward with more force. “Maybe we should let her feel something too… but only a little.”
Felix smirked again, shifting so his face was level with her aching, throbbing heat.
“Guess I could be nice to my poor, needy girl,” he murmured before lowering his mouth onto her.
She gasped, her whole body arching as Felix’s tongue slid through her wet folds, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against her.
“Ohh, look at you,” Hyunjin groaned, eyes flickering between them as he fucked into Felix harder. “Eating her out so sweetly while taking my cock so fucking good, Lix…”
Felix moaned against her, the vibrations sending shocks up her spine.
It was too much—the sight of Felix getting ruined, Hyunjin wrecking him, while she was finally getting something—finally getting a taste of the pleasure they’d been keeping from her.
But she was still tied up. Still helpless. Still at their mercy.
And Hyunjin was relentless.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gripping me so tight,” he growled, one hand sliding down to play with Felix’s sensitive nipples, tweaking and teasing, making Felix’s moans deepen against her core. “So fucking greedy—look at you—clenching around me like you wanna milk me dry.”
Felix whined, his body trembling, his tongue flicking harder against her just from the sheer pleasure of being fucked so good.
Her breath hitched. “Felix—fuck—”
She was so close, her body burning, her hands tugging uselessly at the restraints.
Hyunjin, noticing, chuckled breathlessly. “You wanna touch him that bad, sweetheart?” He leaned down, pressing kisses between Felix’s shoulder blades before whispering, “I think she’s been good enough to let her hands free… don’t you?”
Felix licked up her slit one last time before pulling away, his lips glistening, his voice husky.
“Mmm… I guess…”
He nodded, and Hyunjin untied her wrists.
Her hands flew forward immediately, grabbing onto Felix’s messy, sweat-damp hair, pulling him back into another kiss—his lips tasting like her, his moans spilling into her mouth as Hyunjin grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his back.
Felix gasped, his thighs spreading instinctively, his hair messy against the pillows as Hyunjin hovered over him again.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Hyunjin murmured, guiding himself back in, making Felix whine and arch up into the sensation. “So fucking addictive…”
Felix bit his lip, his eyes hazy, his body trembling under the weight of Hyunjin’s thrusts.
“Mmm, baby,” Hyunjin purred, fingers trailing down to toy with Felix’s nipples again, rolling them between his fingers. “So sensitive, huh? You love this, don’t you?”
Felix whimpered, his hips lifting in response.
And she—she was finally free, her hands shaking as she moved closer, pressing kisses along Felix’s jaw, her hands wandering, her body melting into his.
Felix smirked, even as his body shuddered from Hyunjin’s relentless pace.
“Mmm… you’ve been patient, sweetheart…”
Hyunjin grinned, leaning down to kiss Felix’s throat, his voice husky. “Alright, baby… time to give our girl some attention too…”
Hyunjin pulled out of Felix
“Fuck,” Hyunjin murmured, eyes flicking down to where Felix was still trembling slightly from the stretch. “You got a pretty hole, baby… looks even better stuffed full.”
Felix only smirked, still catching his breath, before grabbing her and pulling her in for a filthy, desperate kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, hungry, messy, fingers curling into her hair as if he needed to claim her all over again.
Hyunjin’s large hands gripped her waist from behind, his hot, heavy length pressing against her ass, grinding slow and deliberate.
“You know how long I’ve been thinking about this tight little pussy?” Hyunjin muttered against her ear, rubbing his tip against her, teasing, barely pressing in. “Had me up all fucking night, baby.”
She whimpered—aching, desperate—but before she could say anything, Felix was already positioning himself underneath her, guiding her over him, his tip nudging against her entrance.
“I still can’t believe this tight pussy can take both of us,” Hyunjin groaned, kissing down her neck, his teeth scraping over her pulse point as Felix slowly pushed inside her. “She was made for it, huh?”
She moaned, trembling, feeling Felix finally sink into her, stretching her in the best way.
“Mmm, fuck,” Felix groaned, hips twitching up, hands gripping her thighs, keeping her pinned against him. “Missed this pussy… she’s so fucking tight, Jinnie.”
Hyunjin chuckled, his lips ghosting over her shoulder, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along her back.
“You think she’s tight now?” he murmured, lining himself up, his tip pressing in beside Felix’s cock, nudging into her at the same time. “Wait ‘til I stretch her open.”
She cried out, hands clawing at Felix’s chest, her body shaking as the familiar overwhelming fullness took over.
“Fuuuuck, there she is,” Hyunjin groaned, slowly pushing deeper, watching the way she struggled to take them both, her body clenching around them. “You feel that, baby? This is what happens when you get greedy.”
Felix gasped beneath her, his head tilting back, his lips parting. “Shit, she’s squeezing me so good…”
Hyunjin gritted his teeth, grabbing her hips as he pushed in deeper, finally bottoming out. “She can take it—she’s our good little slut, aren’t you, baby?”
She moaned brokenly, her body overwhelmed, completely at their mercy.
“Mmm, fuck—look at her, Jinnie,” Felix panted, cupping her face, his thumbs brushing over her flushed cheeks. “She loves it. Always so fucking desperate to be stuffed full.”
Hyunjin smirked, pulling back only to slam back in, drawing a choked, wrecked moan from her throat.
“Oh, she’s getting off on this,” he murmured, setting a deep, steady pace, making sure she felt every inch of them both. “Look at you, baby—look how easy you take it. This pussy was made to be filled.”
Felix groaned, his hands moving to her hips, gripping her so tightly it was almost bruising. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered against her lips, his thrusts matching Hyunjin’s, both of them dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. “Gonna make you come so fucking hard, sweetheart.”
She was already shaking, barely holding on, her mind foggy, overwhelmed, every movement sending white-hot pleasure surging through her body.
“Come for us, baby,” Felix breathed against her lips. “Be a good girl and soak our cocks.”
And she did.
Her whole body seized up, pleasure crashing through her so violently she could barely breathe. She screamed, her walls clenching down around them both, pulling them even deeper
Hyunjin groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, but he didn’t stop—not yet.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he murmured, slowing down just enough to slip out of her. “Felix—switch with me.”
Felix’s half-lidded eyes flickered open, and he grinned.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
She barely had time to catch her breath before Hyunjin was repositioning Felix over her instead, guiding him between her legs. The thick head of Felix’s cock nudged into her slick heat again, stretching her open just as Hyunjin pressed inside Felix from behind, the blunt tip of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
Felix’s breath hitched, his whole body tensing before a broken moan escaped his lips. His head fell against her shoulder, soft blonde strands brushing against her flushed skin as his lips parted against her throat.
“F-Fuck…” he gasped, his fingers gripping her wrists, pinning them over her head. His whole body trembled, caught between the overwhelming heat of her beneath him and the thick, unrelenting stretch of Hyunjin behind him.
“Mmm, just like that, baby,” Hyunjin groaned, his large hands splayed over Felix’s hips as he thrust forward, sinking in inch by inch.
Felix let out the prettiest whimper, his body shuddering as Hyunjin bottomed out. His nails dug into Y/N’s skin, his hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure wracked through him.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, rolling his hips experimentally. “You love being filled up just as much as she does, huh?” He slid a hand up Felix’s back, pressing between his shoulder blades, arching him forward so Y/N could feel every delicious inch of him inside her. “Look at you—already falling apart, and I’ve barely even fucked you yet.”
Felix could only let out a broken whine, his body writhing between them.
“So fucking greedy,” Hyunjin murmured, grabbing a fistful of Felix’s hair and tilting his head back, forcing him to meet Y/N’s gaze. “She sees it too. Sees how fucking pretty you look getting stretched out on my cock. Doesn’t she, baby?”
“Tell her,” Hyunjin demanded, pulling back just enough before slamming forward again, making Felix cry out. “Tell her how fucking good it feels to be stuffed full like this.”
“I-It feels… so good—fuck, Hyunjin—please don’t stop,” Felix sobbed, his thighs trembling as Hyunjin set a merciless pace, thrusting into him deep and slow, making sure Felix felt every inch.
“That’s my good boy,” Hyunjin praised, his grip tightening on Felix’s hips. “Taking it so well. Letting me stretch you open, fuck you like you were made for it.”
Felix whimpered, his body shaking, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure.
Hyunjin smirked against his ear, his voice low and teasing. “I can feel you squeezing me, baby. You gonna come just from getting your pretty little ass fucked?”
Felix could barely hold himself up, his cock twitching inside his Girlfriend as he let out a desperate moan.
She watched them both, her heart racing, her body still tingling from her orgasm—and yet, she still wanted more.
Felix kissed her, deep and slow, moaning into her mouth as Hyunjin fucked into him, his thrusts pushing Felix even deeper into her.
“Ohhh, fuck—” Felix moaned, gripping her hips, rolling his hips against her, his thrusts syncing with Hyunjin’s.
Hyunjin smirked, reaching around to tweak one of Felix’s nipples, making him gasp and arch.
Hyunjin started kissing Felix’s shoulder, his pace increasing, his thrusts hitting deeper. “Your ass is fucking addictive, baby.”
She was panting, aching, watching them lose themselves in each other, and it was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
“Such a pretty boy, isn’t he, sweetheart?” Hyunjin murmured, looking at her, smirking when he saw her bitten lips, her dazed eyes, her raw need.
“Mmm,” Felix hummed, grinning lazily, kissing her soft and slow.
Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before pleasure slammed into her again, harder, deeper—so overwhelming that she could only moan, her body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs trembled, her skin burning where Felix had gripped her, where Hyunjin’s rough hands had roamed. She could still feel the aftershocks pulsing between her legs when she let out a desperate whimper.
“Pull out,” she gasped, voice raw from moaning.
Felix stilled, blinking down at her with glazed-over eyes, his lips parted in heavy breaths. Even Hyunjin, usually so composed, faltered for a second, watching her with dark, hooded eyes.
“I need to see you getting off on Hyunjin’s dick,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Felix shivered at her words, but before he could respond, Hyunjin’s hands slid up his thighs, squeezing firmly.
“Fuck, you’re such a little slut for us, aren’t you?” Hyunjin groaned, lips grazing Felix’s ear. “Getting all desperate just to watch me fuck him senseless?”
Felix let out a breathy moan as Hyunjin pulled him flush against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside him. Slowly, Hyunjin adjusted, gripping Felix’s hips and guiding him into position—his back pressed against Hyunjin’s solid chest, his legs spread wide over Hyunjin’s thighs.
“Be a gentleman, Felix,” Hyunjin murmured, amusement lacing his voice. “Do what the pretty girl with the pretty pussy wants.”
Felix whimpered as Hyunjin tilted his chin, forcing him to look at Y/N.
“Let her see how fucking wrecked you are on my cock, baby.”
Felix let out a sharp gasp at the change in angle, his head falling back against Hyunjin’s shoulder. He was completely at his mercy now.
“Shit, look at you,” Hyunjin growled, hands tightening on Felix’s waist as he lifted him. “So fucking tight—taking me so well, baby. You love this, don’t you? Love being my little fucktoy while she watches?”
Felix barely managed a nod before Hyunjin slammed him back down, making him cry out.
“Just like that,” Hyunjin praised, his voice thick with arousal. He held Felix’s thighs still, keeping him open, exposed, as he thrust up into him—deep, brutal, claiming.
Y/N could barely breathe as she watched—watched the way Felix’s body trembled, the way his cock bounced with every thrust, the way his pretty lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure.
Felix’s moans were high-pitched, desperate. “I’m— I’m gonna—”
Hyunjin smirked against his neck. “Yeah? You gonna come just from getting fucked like this?” He reached around, wrapping his fingers around Felix’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Be a good boy and make a mess for us, baby. Show her how pretty you look when I fuck you dumb.”
Felix let out a choked sob as his whole body tensed, his orgasm slamming into him so hard that he nearly collapsed. His thighs trembled violently, his breath shattering into desperate, broken moans. Hot ropes of white painted Y/N’s stomach as he shuddered in Hyunjin’s lap, overstimulated and wrecked beyond comprehension.
But Hyunjin wasn’t done with him.
Hyunjin groaned, his pace stuttering as he pushed in deep one last time, grinding into Felix, making sure he felt every thick inch buried inside him. His voice was low and wrecked, the pleasure overwhelming, his grip tightening on Felix’s hips as he spilled inside him, his body jerking with the force of it. “Taking every last drop like a good little slut, aren’t you?”
Felix could barely think, as Hyunjin held him there, grinding lazily, dragging out every last wave of pleasure. Felix whimpered, still twitching, still clenching around Hyunjin’s cock like he didn’t want to let go.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were the ragged breaths, the sticky heat of bodies trembling in the aftermath.
And then, slowly, Hyunjin pulled out.
Felix whimpered at the loss, his thighs weak, his whole body shaking. But Hyunjin wasn’t finished admiring his work. He grabbed Felix’s ass, spreading him open, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“Look at this, babe,” he murmured.
Y/N’s breath hitched as she took in the sight—Felix’s hole still stretched and fluttering, slick with Hyunjin’s release, a slow, milky trickle escaping. The heat in her stomach burned, watching the way Felix trembled under their gazes, his lips parted in exhausted bliss.
Before Felix could react, she leaned in—her tongue flicking out, catching the mess before it could spill.
Felix gasped sharply, his whole body jolting, overstimulated. His fingers twitched against Y/N’s skin, his breath hitching in disbelief.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, dragging his fingers along Felix’s trembling thighs. “Shit, baby—watching her clean you up? You like that?” His voice was teasing, smug, fully aware of how wrecked Felix was beneath his touch.
Felix only let out a weak whimper, his mind too foggy to form words.
Hyunjin tilted his head, watching Y/N with dark amusement as she licked him clean. “Taste me, baby,” he murmured, his fingers stroking up her spine. “Tell me how good my cum tastes on your tongue.”
Y/N pulled back slightly, lips glistening, her expression slow and sultry as she met his gaze. She let her tongue flick over her lips, savoring the warmth, the musk, the saltiness that lingered.
And then, she smirked.
“So good.”
(it‘s me… the author… see what i did there ? LIFE IS SO GOOD LA LA LA LA LA)
Summary: Just Felix being unable to say no to his girlfriend.
Warnings: Phew…. Double Penetration, Lots of Sex, we also got a bit of Dick on Dick action thanks to Hyunjin and Felix, a little bit of Breeding kink…. yk a little bit of this a little bit of that….Minors DNI
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Felix had never really thought of himself as a voyeur, but maybe he was. Or maybe it was just Y/N. Maybe it was just Hyunjin.
Whenever he took his girlfriend, fucked her good, he wanted people to know. His boys, especially. Maybe it was ego, maybe it was something else, but he liked it when they heard. When they knew how she moaned, how she came apart under him. And maybe—just maybe—he liked the idea of one of them stepping in.
Hyunjin, especially.
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It started as a passing thought, just a flicker in his brain during late-night practices when he was too tired to think straight. The way Hyunjin’s lips always looked plush and wet, the way his fingers were long and delicate, the way he looked at Y/N sometimes—too fast to be caught, but Felix saw. He always saw.
Then, the night in the dorm kitchen happened.
Felix should’ve pulled away when Hyunjin walked in, should’ve at least covered her up. But he didn’t. Instead, his grip on her thighs tightened, lifting her slightly, angling her just right. He wanted Hyunjin to see. See the way Y/N took him so well, see how her body responded, how she moaned into the marble countertop, breathless and needy. And Hyunjin—he didn’t leave. He didn’t say a word. He just stared, mesmerized, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Felix had fucked her harder after that.
Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop picturing what would’ve happened if Hyunjin had stepped closer. If he had bent down, taken one of Y/N’s nipples into his mouth, let her whimper against his tongue. If he had traced his fingers over her stomach, lower, lower, until—
Felix exhaled sharply.
Beside him, Y/N shifted. Then, she turned to him, eyes heavy with something unreadable. Felix set his phone down as she leaned in, her voice quiet but certain.
“I want to have sex with Hyunjin.”
His heart slammed against his ribs.
Fuck.
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Felix didn’t hesitate. He never did when it came to Y/N. His princess got what she wanted—always. And if she wanted Hyunjin, then that was exactly what she was going to get.
He had to be smart about it, though. Had to make sure Hyunjin knew this wasn’t some weird setup, wasn’t some test of loyalty. He could already imagine the way Hyunjin would furrow his brows, lips pressing into a tight line, searching Felix’s face for any sign of a trap.
“You’re serious?” Hyunjin had asked when Felix finally brought it up, voice low, careful.
Felix just smiled. “She wants you.”
Hyunjin scoffed, crossing his arms. “And you’re just… okay with that?”
Felix leaned in, his voice dropping. “More than okay.”
The disbelief lingered in Hyunjin’s eyes, but Felix saw the way his throat bobbed, the way his fingers twitched, restless. He was thinking about it. That was enough for now.
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So Felix set it up.
Y/N deserved more than some awkward, hesitant arrangement. She deserved to be wanted, to be cherished, to feel like the center of the universe. So he made sure everything was perfect—her favorite lingerie, soft lighting, the scent of vanilla lingering in the air. And then, he sent Hyunjin a simple text:
“Come to your room.”
Hyunjin walked in first, shoulders tense, still half-expecting some kind of joke. But when he saw her, all that skepticism melted away.
She was waiting for them, sprawled across his bed like she belonged there, wrapped in delicate lace, smiling so brightly it made his chest ache. Like she was the happiest girl in the world. Because Felix had given her exactly what she wanted.
Hyunjin turned his head slightly, eyes flickering to Felix.
Felix just grinned.
“Go on,” he murmured. “She’s waiting for you.”
And fuck, if that didn’t make Hyunjin’s knees weak.
Hyunjin swallowed hard, gaze flickering between Y/N—laid out so perfectly for them—and Felix, who stood beside him, entirely at ease.
“Come here,” Felix murmured, voice smooth, knowing. He stepped forward first, crawling onto the bed like he’d done a thousand times before, settling between Y/N’s legs. His hand ran up her thigh, slow, possessive, before he turned back to Hyunjin, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Let me show you what she likes.”
Y/N let out a quiet sigh as Felix’s fingers trailed over her stomach, his touch light enough to make her shiver. “She likes it when you take your time,” he continued, voice dropping lower. His fingers brushed over the lace covering her, making her hips twitch. “She likes being touched like this first—gentle, teasing. Gets her desperate for more.”
Hyunjin exhaled sharply, but he listened. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Felix’s hands, watching Y/N’s reactions, her breath hitching, her lips parting just so.
Felix glanced at Hyunjin, eyes dark with something unreadable. Then, he reached out, grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist, and guided his hand over Y/N’s thigh. “Feel how warm she is?” Felix murmured. “She’s been waiting for you, too.”
Y/N whimpered, pressing into their touch, and Hyunjin felt like he was drowning.
Felix’s voice was right by his ear when he spoke again. “Kiss her,” he whispered. “She’s so pretty when she gets kissed.”
Hyunjin hesitated for half a second before leaning in, brushing his lips against Y/N’s. She melted into him immediately, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer. He could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, feel the soft hum she let out against his mouth.
And then, just as Hyunjin was getting lost in her, Felix’s fingers tilted his chin.
Hyunjin barely had time to process it before Felix kissed him.
It was slow, deliberate, a test—but also not. Felix kissed like he did everything else, confident and easy, like he already knew Hyunjin would kiss him back.
And fuck—he did.
The air in the room shifted, heavier now, hotter. Y/N whimpered between them, watching with wide, eager eyes as Felix pulled back just enough to smirk.
“See?” he murmured. “Told you this is what she wanted.”
And maybe—just maybe—it was what Felix wanted too.
Felix didn’t stop.
Hyunjin was still catching his breath from that kiss, lips tingling, head spinning, but Felix was already moving. His hands ghosted over the hem of Hyunjin’s shirt, fingers brushing bare skin as he pulled it up and off. Hyunjin let him. Let Felix undress him, piece by piece, watching as Felix’s own shirt hit the floor next.
Y/N lay between them, eyes glazed with want, her hands skimming over their bodies, exploring.
Then, Felix’s hands were back on her, tracing the straps of her lingerie, playing with the delicate lace before sliding it down, baring her inch by inch. “Perfect,” he murmured, voice thick with admiration.
Hyunjin swallowed hard.
Felix noticed.
His smirk was slow, knowing. He tilted his head slightly, voice low, taunting. “You want to touch her?”
Hyunjin exhaled, shaky and uneven. His gaze flickered to Y/N’s, searching for permission—for confirmation that this wasn’t just Felix testing him.
She met his eyes, and for a second, she was so soft. So willing.
Then, without hesitation, her fingers wrapped around his wrist, delicate but firm, guiding him exactly where she wanted.
The first brush of his fingers against her made her gasp.
Her thighs twitched, back arching slightly, hips pressing closer to him on instinct. Warm. So fucking warm. Hyunjin swallowed hard, his breath coming out in a shudder as he watched his fingers disappear inside her.
Felix sat back, a quiet curse slipping from his lips. He was watching everything, chest rising and falling in short, uneven exhales, his pupils so blown they were nearly black.
Hyunjin worked her open, pushing deeper, curling his fingers just right.
Y/N moaned.
She spread her legs wider, giving them both a perfect view. And then, slowly, deliberately, she reached down with her free hand—using her own fingers to spread her pussy lips even more.
Hyunjin choked on air.
Felix nearly groaned.
“See how tight her pussy is?” Felix murmured, voice low and wrecked.
Hyunjin’s breathing stuttered. His fingers flexed inside her. His eyes flicked up to Felix, something dark and unreadable swirling in them.
“You kept that all for yourself?”
Felix chuckled, running a hand through his hair. His smirk widened, lazy and dangerous.
“Not anymore,” he murmured, shifting closer. His voice was a husky promise.
We stretch her out today.
Their smiles matched.
But Y/N—Y/N smiled the most.
Oh, this was heaven.
Hyunjin wasn’t hesitant anymore.
The second he had Y/N trembling under his fingers, once he saw the way Felix devoured every little reaction, something inside him snapped.
His grip tightened on her thigh. His other hand fisted the sheets beside her head. He wanted more.
Y/N let out a soft, surprised gasp as Hyunjin pushed her back onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. His eyes were wild, pupils dark, jaw clenched tight.
He wanted to ruin her.
Felix leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Let him, princess.”
And she did.
Hyunjin spread her wide, lining himself up, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. His grip on her thigh was firm, holding her still, keeping her open as he eased inside, stretching her inch by inch.
Her lips parted in a soundless moan.
Felix’s breathing hitched. His fingers flexed against his thighs.
Hyunjin let out a slow, shaking breath, his head dropping to her shoulder as her tight heat swallowed him whole. His jaw tightened, a deep groan breaking from his throat.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice wrecked, already breathless. “You feel so fucking good.”
Felix’s cock twitched painfully at the sight.
And then Hyunjin moved.
Deep. Slow. Deliberate.
A steady, claiming rhythm.
Y/N gasped, her back arching off the bed, nails dragging down Hyunjin’s arms. Her tiny, helpless whimpers filled the room, mixing with the slick sounds of her soaked pussy taking him so easily.
Felix couldn’t fucking look away.
The way Hyunjin fucked her, the way Y/N arched into it, the way her pretty little moans grew louder with every thrust—
He was gone.
“Felix,” Y/N moaned, reaching out blindly, her body shuddering between them. Desperate. Needy for her Boyfriend.
Hyunjin’s gaze flickered up, something dark and knowing swirling in his eyes. He saw it too—the way she ached for more.
“Come here,” he murmured, his voice low, husky. “She wants you.”
Felix didn’t let them ask twice.
He was on the bed in seconds, his hand sliding over her heated skin, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. His lips crashed into hers, swallowing her soft, breathy whimpers, his tongue teasing hers—hot, slick, claiming. She tasted so fucking sweet, so wrecked already, but he wanted more.
And then Hyunjin.
Felix barely had a moment to breathe before their eyes met again, their lips only a whisper apart. He could feel Hyunjin’s breath—warm, uneven —ghosting against his mouth, and suddenly, he wasn’t thinking anymore.
He just took.
Their lips collided again—this time with no hesitation, no second-guessing, no restraint.
It was Filthy.
Their tongues tangled, the kiss messy, deep, hungry, like they had been waiting for this just as much as Y/N had. Felix groaned into it, his fingers sliding lower, palming Hyunjins balls through his thrusts, feeling the way his cock buried deep inside her, the way he filled her so perfectly.
Hyunjin moaned into his mouth, the sound low and wrecked. His hips stuttered, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked Y/N even harder.
Rough. Deep.
Felix felt every thrust, felt the heat radiating from them both, the damp sweat clinging to their skin. He pulled back, panting, watching the way Hyunjin’s cock disappeared into Y/N’s tight, wet pussy, the way she arched into every movement, the way her lips trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure consumed her.
She loved this. She fucking loved this.
And then Hyunjin flipped her over, pressing her down onto the bed.
Positioning her just right.
“Open your mouth for Felix,” Hyunjin murmured against her ear, his breath hot, his fingers gripping her jaw—not too rough, but just enough to make her shiver.
Y/N obeyed immediately.
Lips parting. Tongue flicking out. Eyes pleading.
Felix’s cock twitched at the sight.
“Fuck,” he muttered, a deep, low growl, his fingers threading into her hair, gripping it just tight enough to make her gasp.
Hyunjin smirked behind her, one hand sliding down the curve of her back, spreading her open, watching her drip for them.
Felix exhaled shakily. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. Rough. Possessive.
And then Hyunjin thrust into her from behind, slow and deep, while Felix slipped between her lips, groaning the second the heat of her mouth wrapped around him.
They moved in sync.
Hyunjin’s thrusts rocked her forward, forcing her to take Felix deeper, her throat tightening around him as she let out a strangled moan. Felix’s fingers flexed in her hair, his head dropping back for a moment, a breathless curse spilling from his lips.
She was so Helpless. Overwhelmed. So completely theirs.
And Felix had never fucking loved anything more.
Hyunjin met his gaze over her shoulder, his smirk all mischief.
“Wanna stretch her out more?”
Felix swore under his breath, his grip tightening.
Hyunjin smirked wider. Their hands met in a quick high-five, both of them already so fucking gone, before Felix pulled away, letting Y/N catch her breath.
But she didn’t want a break.
She whimpered at the loss, soaking the sheets beneath her, shifting, needy, desperate.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, rubbing slow, teasing circles against her overstimulated clit. “You still want more?”
Y/N could barely speak, barely think—all she could do was nod.
Felix exhaled hard, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “She’s not done until we say she’s done.”
Hyunjin’s grip on her hips tightened. “Exactly.”
Felix moved her again, effortlessly flipping her onto her back, lifting her into his lap like she weighed nothing.
Her breath hitched, completely at his mercy.
“Hi, baby,” he whispered, his voice like velvet, fingers trailing down her spine, teasing, possessive.
She smiled, still breathless, her heart pounding in her chest. “Hi, sunshine.”
Felix tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes drinking in her flushed skin, her kiss-bruised lips, the dazed, blissed-out look in her gaze.
God, she was so fucking beautiful like this.
“Enjoying yourself?” he murmured, lips ghosting over her cheek, his voice a slow, delicious tease.
She nodded, a soft, desperate sound escaping her lips, her thighs squeezing around his hips.
Felix smirked.
“You know I always give you what you want,” he murmured, lining himself up with her, teasing the head of his cock against her soaked, aching entrance.
“Just ask for it. You know how much i love Spoiling you”
Felix pushed inside her, slow and deliberate, groaning at the way she squeezed around him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Before she could even adjust—Hyunjin.
His hands found her waist, warm, firm, grounding.
His body pressed against her back, his breath hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
“Breathe, baby,” Felix whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.
And then—
Hyunjin pushed in.
Right beside him.
The stretch was unreal.
Y/N’s head fell back, a strangled moan spilling from her lips as Hyunjin eased inside, the two of them filling her so completely she could barely breathe.
Felix let out a shaky exhale, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as Hyunjin groaned, gripping her hips tighter, his fingers leaving bruises.
The way her walls squeezed them both, the wet heat surrounding them, the perfect, sinful tightness—it was almost too much.
“How do you feel, baby?” Felix asked, voice gentle, breathless, wrecked.
“Is it okay?”
Behind her, Hyunjin pressed soft, teasing kisses along her jaw, his lips barely there, his hand slipping up to cradle her throat.
Her breath hitched, her body shivering, stretched so perfectly between them.
Felix’s fingers found her clit, circling slow, deliberate, coaxing, guiding her into pure, blissful surrender.
“It’s so good,” she whispered, voice trembling. So full. So overwhelmed. So desperate for more.
Hyunjin’s gaze met Felix’s over her shoulder.
Felix smirked.
Hyunjin mirrored it.
“You take two cocks so well,” Hyunjin murmured into her ear, voice smooth, thick with admiration and lust.
A shiver ran through her.
She arched back against him, pressing into the hard, muscled tones of his chest.
His arms tightened around her, securing her, owning her, holding her in place as they both pulsed deep inside her.
And then—his lips were on hers.
Plush. Warm. Needy.
A kiss that sent her spinning.
Felix took his time with her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers, his lips tracing over her throat, worshipping every inch of her.
They stayed buried inside her, letting her adjust.
But she was ready for more.
And they knew it.
When they started moving, Y/N swore she was on cloud nine.
The stretch—blissful torture.
A deep, delicious burn that made every thrust more intense, made her head spin, made her body tremble.
She was so fucking full.
Two thick, hard cocks, moving inside her, claiming her, fucking her open.
Hyunjin moaned, low, wrecked, ruined at the way she clenched around them.
Felix cursed under his breath, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her down onto them both, forcing her to take every inch.
The friction was filthy.
She could feel them, not just inside her but against each other, their cocks rubbing eachother, sending electric shocks of pleasure through all of them.
Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering slightly. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure.
Y/N’s nails dug into one of their arms—she didn’t even know whose.
Felix’s voice was in her ear, soft, breathless, hypnotic.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. “Taking both of us like a perfect little slut.”
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
“So tight for us, princess. You’re dripping.”
And then, Felix grabbed Hyunjin by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss over her shoulder. Messy, desperate. Tongues sliding together, Felix sucking on Hyunjin’s bottom lip like he was starved for it.
“The way your dick presses against mine is so fucking hot, Jinnie,” Felix groaned.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, breathless. “Mhm… and this is the best pussy I’ve ever had. You’re a really good friend, Lix.”
Felix let out a breathless laugh—until Y/N shifted between them, so needy.
“Oh, look at her,” Felix cooed, a teasing edge to his voice. “We’re not giving her enough attention.”
“Sorry, princess,” Hyunjin smirked.
Their hips snapped forward in sync, harder, deeper, filling her over and over until she was nothing but moans and trembling limbs. Their hands and mouths were everywhere—hot lips dragging down her throat, rough palms gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. Completely surrounded. Completely taken.
She came harder than she ever had before. A cry tearing from her throat, body shaking, completely undone.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that she barely registered the way Hyunjin and Felix groaned in sync, her orgasm clenching around them, drawing them deeper into her. They had to have been heard. The entire dorm probably knew what was happening by now, but none of them cared.
The men pulled out, leaving her trembling, her body still spasming from the aftershocks. Hyunjin laid her on her back gently, pressing soft kisses to her damp forehead before pushing back inside her, sliding in so easily through the mess they had made.
Felix followed, stretching her out all over again.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, thrusting in tandem, driving her into another wave of overstimulation that had her eyes rolling back, her lips parted in helpless moans. It was too much, but it was perfect.
Her fucked-out state only made them more desperate—her messy hair, the deep red marks littering her soft skin, her parted lips glistening with drool. She looked ruined, and they were responsible.
And they wanted more.
When Y/N came again, they both lost it.
Hyunjin let out a deep, guttural groan, his body trembling, his grip on her tightening as if he was trying to hold himself together.
Felix bit his lip, his whole body shuddering, a choked, wrecked moan slipping from his throat.
But in the heat of the moment, their lips met again and somehow, both of them slipped out.
Y/N barely had time to process it before she saw the sight in front of her.
Felix and Hyunjin, lost in each other.
Hyunjin’s hands roamed greedily down Felix’s back, gripping his ass, squeezing, spreading him open, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin.
Felix gasped into Hyunjin’s mouth, his hips rolling forward, their leaking, rock-hard cocks rubbing together.
Y/N’s breath hitched.
Her pussy was still pulsing, loose and aching, but all she could do was watch, mesmerized, entranced, utterly ruined by the sight.
Hyunjin wasn’t gentle.
He grabbed Felix’s hips, pulling him closer, grinding against him, their cocks sliding against each other, throbbing, dripping, needy.
Felix moaned into his mouth, his fingers tangling in Hyunjin’s hair, tugging, making Hyunjin groan, making him push harder, rut against him like he needed to crawl inside him.
Felix’s hands slid lower, gripping Hyunjin’s ass in return, pulling him in, pressing their bodies together even tighter, until every inch of them was aligned, until they could feel each other’s heat, each other’s need.
Felix’s fingers trailed over Hyunjin’s nipples, teasing, pinching, making the other man gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily.
“You like that? Wanna fuck my ass someday too ?” he murmured, dragging his tongue along Hyunjin’s jaw, his throat, tasting the sweat on his skin.
Hyunjin just groaned a quiet yes, his fingers digging into Felix’s back, nails leaving faint red lines.
Y/N let out a soft, desperate moan.
This was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
Felix and Hyunjin panting against each other’s mouths, rubbing against each other, fucking against each other, hands roaming, tongues tangled, grinding and moaning like they couldn’t get enough.
Hyunjin’s forehead dropped against Felix’s, his breath ragged, uneven.
“I’m so close,” he gasped, his voice breaking, wrecked.
Felix nodded quickly, his hips still rolling, chasing friction.
“Me too—fuck,” he choked out, his cock twitching against Hyunjin’s, so fucking close to falling apart.
And then, Y/N’s voice cut through the haze.
Hoarse, desperate, wrecked beyond belief.
“Inside me.”
Both of them froze.
Felix’s gaze snapped to hers.
Hyunjin’s fingers tightened on Felix’s skin.
They didn’t need to be told twice.
They turned their attention back to her, both pushing inside her at the same time, their cocks sliding in so easily, her pussy still greedy for more. The overstimulation made her whimper, and they groaned in sync, finally giving in.
Hyunjin shuddered, his breath hot against her skin, as he came deep inside her, Felix following moments after, moaning as he spilled into her alongside Hyunjin.
The thought of it—being so full, so completely claimed by them—made Y/N smile in satisfaction, her body utterly spent.
“Imagine if she gets knocked up by one of us,” Hyunjin murmured, still panting, his voice laced with laziness and amusement.
Y/N only hummed sleepily at the thought of their cum breeding her—not even knowing which one of them it would be.
With all of their energy drained, none of them moved. They simply stayed buried inside her, keeping her warm, adjusting so she lay comfortably between them. Their bodies pressed close, their arms wrapped around her protectively, sweat and heat mixing as they held each other.
Felix traced soft circles over Hyunjin’s arm, his other hand resting on Y/N’s stomach, possessively, tenderly.
“On a scale from one to ten, how happy are you right now?” Felix asked, his voice drowsy but warm.
Y/N barely had the strength to answer, but she smiled sleepily at Hyunjin before whispering, “Twenty.”
Hyunjin chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You cute girl.”
But she was already asleep, safe and cherished in their arms.
cw — big dick caleb 😓, cum eating hinted, back shots of doom n caleb being pussy drunk
i think caleb definitely is super calm and collected during foreplay. likee almost overly so (~_~;)
he doesn't rip your panties off trying to get to that pretty pussy, he doesn't hump against the bed when he's working his fingers into you to stretch you out (much to your and his dick's dismay), and he tries to keep any excessive groping, marking, and fondling to a minimum.
his goal is just to please you. that's it.
his own feelings don't matter — after all, he's basically a professional in emotional repression.
but once he fits all eight inches inside, that plan goes right out the fucking window.
he's pounding into you like a mad man, the pillow under your stomach being the only thing keeping you up. his hands freely grope and fondle, from pinching your nipples and squeezing your tits to smacking your ass. he leaves your neck practically covered in marks so red and deep that it's just impossible to cover up.
you wouldn't have to cover it up if you stayed with him another couple of days.
the bed creaks and rocks beneath you, the scent of sex and the sound of slick skin slapping against skin filling his bedroom.
all you can do is helplessly drool onto his sheets, eyes rolled back as moans and whines leave your parted, swollen lips.
music to his fucking ears.
"it . . it feels good, r-right? shit, ungh, you feel sooo good. squeezin' me tight like this — hah — gonna choke my damn dick off, pips."
caleb's own jaw is a little slack, a bit of drool starting to escape the corner of his mouth as his fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises that he'll oh so generously ice later.
each thrust of his hips has his big cock dragging through your gummy insides, abusing your poor g-spot and bullying your cervix. if he flipped you over, he'd see that plush bulge in your tummy, right where he's sank all the way to the hilt.
it's not deep enough, in his opinion.
"oooh, caleb, mmph! 'm gonna cum—" you sob, broken voice like a siren's song.
and that only makes his pace more brutal, more sloppy.
it's like he isn't even here right now, too drunk on your perfect pussy to think about the ramifications of this.
"yeaaah, honey. cum . . cum on my dick." his voice cracks right on that last word, and his heavy balls are aching with the need to pump his nut into you. "g-give it t'me, please, fuck—!"
you can only manage a broken squeal of his name as pleasure rips through you again, legs trembling and slick hole gushing around his length.
caleb's big hands leave your sides and his arms wrap around you, pressing your back to his chest as he continues to split you open. "'m gonna c-cum, okay? gonna cum right inside 'cause i jus' love ya so much— ngh! i love you, i love you, i love you—"
he squeezes you to him as he finally cums, long and hard like he's been denying himself this for years. thick, gooey white ropes fill up your insides and then trickle out, adding to the preexisting mess on your plush thighs.
you've never felt so full in your life, like he's stuffed you to the brim with his seed and then some.
his racing heart starts to slow against your back as he starts to press gentle, soothing kisses and licks to your neck. "i didn't . . didn't go too hard, did i?"
you don't even get the chance to answer before caleb is pulling out of you, cunt squelching as more cum leaks out.
"don't worry. jus' lemme make it up to, princess, riiight now . ."
and you scream when he licks a long stripe up your poor mound :((
Caleb: MC, you know how I post my cooking videos on the internet right?
MC: Of course! You've been doing so well too, you gained many fans!
Caleb: I have to ask, are my foods raw?
MC: I'm sorry?
Caleb: Well people always comment "raw." on my videos, but I know I did a great job cooking or maybe I'm not? They never elaborate too, just a simple "raw." and others would comment they agreed.
STARRING: art professor!rafayel x art student!reader
synopsis: you've been struggling in your art classes, and your professor hadn't made it any easier for you. who would have thought he'd come looking for you when you stopped coming to the lessons?
warnings: porn with plot, all characters are aged up (and in university), fingering, body worship, cunnilingus, cockblocking, male masturbation, dirty talk, cock slapping, overstimulation, cum eating, pure filth.
wc: 7,5k
MINORS DON'T INTERACT!
you were more than prepared to throw that chunk of clay out the window. you could feel the pressure looming over you, mostly on your neck. you were just over a month away from your practical exam and you were drowning in absolute shit.
how did you end up in this unworthy predicament?
out of the kindness of your heart, and the fact that you owed them big time, you decided to take up an art course with one of your closest friends so that she wouldn’t be lonely throughout the semester.
you were registered and everything, with the needed supplies clean and fresh and ready for use. the glossy joy of it slowly disappeared when you slowly came to realise over the following days that your friend wasn’t attending classes for a reason. she dropped out. not of the class. of the university. and ran to another country with her boyfriend for a six month vacation.
perfect. now you were all on your own in an art class as someone who had no clue on how to draw, paint, or do anything art related. the only consolation – and misfortune – was your unnaturally handsome professor. despite his pretty face and alluring voice, he had a certain knack that always got on your nerves.
based off the rumours you’ve heard, professor rafayel worked as both a teacher of art and classical music, specialising in opera. apparently he had a voice so divine that half the auditorium fainted or fell ‘madly’ in love with him. his artwork was basically on par with his voice.
not only was he a renown artist globally, he often worked on pieces to send to the gallery near the university which attracted multiple art lovers from all corners of the world. he was rarely in lectures in the previous years but this year he decided to buckle down and teach full time.
and the first thing he had you do for your finals was a trial sculpture. you had started with something basic: a fish. a cute little fishie that would be surrounded by a wave. not too simplistic but it had enough detail to be easy to look at and mark.
you were almost certain your professor would compliment you for the detail you’ve meticulously added to your work. the way you’ve made something so simple so beautiful especially for your first time.
“it’s lazy.” that melodic voice quickly soured into a baneful buzz of noise. rafayel stared at your work with a hint of disdain on his face. your hopeful smile slowly fell in disbelief. you spent hours on that. hours. you could hear the giggles from the girls in the studio erupt behind you.
it wasn’t surprising that the professor had gathered a cutthroat fanbase of women who would do anything to gain his favour– and from some others, fuck him. solidarity clearly didn’t exist when it came to the illusive rafayel.
“this is something a child would do,” he scoffed, brushing his finger across the still-drying fins of your poor fish. “this may be a trial practice before the real thing, sure. but it’s no excuse to show no effort. you’ll get a 50 for this if it gets moderated.”
a pass. barely. those charming purple-blue eyes scanned your solemn face before he glided off to the next sculpture, immediately grazing the artist. but not as badly as he did with you.
you stared at your little fish, its form now scorned with the assault of his graceful, well maintained finger. for someone so effortlessly handsome, he was such a bitch. and you weren’t afraid to say it out loud. in fact, you did.
it came out as a mumble low enough not to be heard. yet he somehow did. those ethereal eyes glanced at you momentarily as if he acknowledged it, and a small grin curved on his lips.
you wouldn’t say you were accustomed to his ‘bullying’. however, it wasn’t the first time he’d pick on you. during the theory-based lectures, rafayel would turn his attention to you, poking and prodding you endlessly for the historical accounts of artists that you didn’t know existed. then he’d ask you – mind you, only you – which techniques should be used with which equipment for whichever type of painting style that came up in that stupidly pretty mind of his. that extensive mind covered and protected by a mane of purple wavy hair.
you had often wondered how soft his hair would be. and what his hands would feel like in yours. soft? calloused? he was always well dressed, adorned in expensive garb, always appearing in ways that would have any passerby fall madly in love.
he must have been some kind of siren. you were almost lucky you weren’t damned to hear his voice live.
but the picking and scolding was becoming unbearable. you were beginning to question your worth in the class. you knew you had minimal experience from the get-go, and you never dishonoured yourself by lying or trying to fake it.
with that being said, there’s only so much slander you can handle from not only your peers but your own professor before it becomes unbearable. eventually, like all straining predicaments, today was your inevitable breaking point.
you sat as you usually would, smack bang in the middle of the lecture hall, taking notes of whatever your professor said as quickly as possible. you took every word seriously, even if he repeatedly mentioned things like “you all should already know this,” or “which you should have learned from last year,”.
you had worked diligently, listening and writing and occasionally glancing at the board to keep up, in a constant flow determined to finish the course well. up until the lecture hall fell quiet, followed by multiple rings of notifications, even your phone vibrated.
and one by one, giggles erupted around you, gradually bursting into relentless chortles and laughs. the classmate seated beside you, showed you her phone revealing a devastating sight.
your trial sculpture, that was graded with a bare pass, was crushed and ruined before it could even dry. and right in front of the crime scene, stood a very familiar purple haired artist looking down on your besmirched work. his face was not fully clear in the image but you could see what you believed was a scowl.
with blurring vision, blinded by your tears scorching your eyes, you raised your gaze to rafayel and the professor’s face masked no shame, no grief, no remorse, just confusion. almost like he didn’t realise what had taken place.
but he must have. especially if he gave you such a low grade. your teeth ground and pressed against each other, forcing a tick in your jaw. you watched his face slowly contort in a slight realisation of what was happening. he stepped forward, his plump lips slowly split to speak but your things were already packed in your back and you were on your feet, ready to leave.
to make matters worse, the exposure clearly wasn’t enough to embarrass you. of course you had to sit in the middle of your row and stumble out under the sharp, scrutinising gaze of your peers. their snickers, hisses, and cruel whispers did not fall deaf to your ears. you absorbed them like a sponge, your face hardening more and more.
if it meant saving the last few threads of your dignity, you’d keep your head high. you stormed down the stairs, not sparing anyone a glance to push the doors wide open marking your escape.
and by your word, that was the last time you would ever touch that lecture theatre for the rest of the year.
“i shouldn’t have bothered with that course,” you hissed, stabbing your fork into a fresh pastry. “i should have dropped it when i had the chance.”
it had been three weeks since that embarrassing event. you kept your word to yourself and didn’t bother going to the lectures or the studio sessions. your absence initially did not go unnoticed. as expected, your more confident peers would occasionally tease you or laugh behind your back to get a kick at you. fortunately you knew better than to bite back.
like clockwork, the whispers dulled into eventual silence and you were at peace for once in the last few months. good riddance.
“you need to go back to your lectures.” zayne, a close companion of yours, muttered as he reached to have another piece of cake. that would be his third slice in the last hour. “your prac is in less than a week.”
“you’ve got a med lab tomorrow and yet you’re here for a limited cake.” you scoffed, watching his eyes light up in delight from the bursting flavour of chocolate mixing with vanilla. you wondered if he would have the same reaction with a carrot cake. mind you, he was likely going to be your future doctor.
“that handsome dickhead thinks he can almost fail my trial and then destroy it?” stab, stab, stab went your fork until it made the table shake. zayne swiftly held his plate up to protect his cake. “does he think i won’t report it to the dean?”
honestly, if you did there was a high chance you wouldn’t succeed. with rafayel’s reputation and the allegations of his donations to the university, you were more likely to be bullied into either apologising to rafayel for causing a ruckus or you’d be forced into silence. judging by the look on his face, zayne seemed to have the same idea.
“it’s only a month left of this crap. i’ve just got the prac and i can put all of it behind me. besides,” you stabbed the pastry again, visualising it as that stupid professor of yours. again and again, you stabbed until you felt it would reach your heart’s content.
and then a striking idea seeped into your mind. what better revenge than to crush him too?
“besides?” zayne repeated with a raised brow. he held out his hand, waiting for you to explain yourself.
“i have a plan.” your lips spread into a devilish grin. zayne cringed at the sight. he knew that face well. and it only meant trouble was near. “i’m going to make a sculpture of him. dying terribly.”
“isn’t that unethical?”
“i saw someone make a sculpture of their dick, i’ll be fine.”
your alarm went off abruptly, bringing your mind back to your revenge plot. you had already started creating rafayel’s annoyingly perfect head, using pictures you found of him online as a reference.
you were supposed to do it at the studio, but one of your senior art friends let you use their private room to prepare it. you would do anything if it meant you’d never have to see him more than you had to. after that stunt he pulled, he’d never get the chance to make fun of you again.
you quickly said your goodbyes to zayne – quickly swiping a bite from his cake – and rushed back to the art faculty, beelining straight to the private studios. you mind buzzed with images of you drowning rafayel in the ocean, watching him gracefully swim with fishes, of you burning him alive, of him seducing you with his looks and his tragically angelic voice as his bare form lay for you to replicate with clay–
a mere pause wasn’t enough for you to gauge what you were just thinking about. those juxtaposing thoughts had your hand on the wall to hold you upright in case you toppled over from your breath being wheezed right out of you.
since when did you find him that hot?
in all honesty, it wasn’t a lie. rafayel’s an insanely attractive man. truly, if you weren’t more reserved with your attraction to him, you’d probably tried to shoot your shot like all the other desperate people in your class.
his skin was almost pale like he had spent his entire life underwater, clear and soft and constantly emphasising his damn perfect features. not to mention the moles all over him. it was only up to your imagination what everything beneath his clothing was like. perhaps he hid his muscles well under his clothing.
you quickly shook your head, swatting away those mischievous thoughts about him. those visions of him kissing you, and painting you– fuck.
you deeply inhaled, filling your lungs with as much air as you could muster. your eyes fluttered shut, holding back the profanities brewing deep in your throat.
“that damned–“ within an instant your centre of gravity was toppled and travelled to your arm, which was bring dragged by an almost inhumane amount of strength.
you couldn’t look at who was pulling you without completely losing your balance and toppling over. you stumbled as your dragger’s pace sped up until you were yanked into complete darkness except the small ceiling lamp dimly illuminating the small space.
as your vision adjusted, you observed the room noting a second heavy breath outside of your own. you felt for whatever was close to you. soft bristles, cold metallic cylinders, the overwhelming smell of chemicals. of paint. this was the supply room.
“where were you?” a siren’s melody swam into your ears like water clearing out the impurities from your hearing. rafayel.
you swiftly turned to face him, following his voice. and fuck damn.
he was disheveled. like, roughed up like he ran all the way across campus just to find you. that dumb big chest of his rose up and down las if a child was using it as a trampoline. small beads of sweat dripped down the opening of his button-up shirt to his abdomen, hidden by silk.
he asked again. “where were you.” less of a question this time, more like a statement.
“that isn’t any of your business.” your eyes narrowed in scrutiny. why would he care?
“it is my business.” he protested, stepping towards you. instinctively, your legs took you an equivalent step back. this was reminding you too much of those cliche scenes– and they only ended in two ways.
to be frank, you wouldn’t have minded the more action-based ending. you may hate the man but that didn’t mean his face wasn’t pretty.
again and again he draws near and close, and again and again does the space between you and the cabinet full of paint grow smaller and smaller. your tongue slipped out, lubricating the small cracks forming on your dry lips.
a small groaned erupts in the room, rafayel slapped his hand over his mouth and halted in his steps. those purple-blue irises rolled back for a millisecond then returned both hazed and dilated. you tugged at the collar of your shirt, your body warming up the more you brought air into your lungs.
he was acting weirdly. was it the smell of paint?
“you haven’t been attending classes.” you couldn’t help but laugh. since when was that his concern? “it will affect your final mark.”
“i’ve checked the handbook,” you scowled. yes, you took the time to read the handbook in depth to make sure you weren’t going to get screwed for skipping lectures. “attendance is recommended but optional.”
pink slowly tinted his cheeks under the dim light, contradicting the enraged look on rafayel’s face– almost a bit too similar to the face he made when he scrutinised your sculpture. your lips twitched, almost exposing your smug satisfaction.
truly, you had no reason to be in his class anymore other than the fact that you had given too much of your time to it already. all those sleepless nights, those days of endurance, those moments of temptation– temptation to walk out the door and never turn back. you wanted it. you often felt that you desperately needed it.
but you knew better. your friends knew better. in those three weeks of your absence zayne persisted in ensuring you finished what you started, whether it was forcing you to work or giving you moral support by making his own botched version of whatever assignment you had to complete. though it did end up helping him when it came to making notes on anatomy.
you’ve had endless mounds of support in those three weeks. where you felt like absolute shit. where you wanted to just hide. where you were almost willing to drop out.
fucking rafayel wasn’t going to take that away from you. you had nothing to lose. and he wasn’t going to plague you any longer.
“so if you think dragging me into this supply room will do anything, it’ll only get you into a very dangerous meeting with the dean.” you harshly grinned, waving your phone in your hand. rafayel’s eyes slowly widened upon seeing what was displayed on the screen.
you were recording the conversation. you had been since you got tugged away.
“no donations and pretty artworks can take away the blow of harassment,” your phone rested on top of a can of paint on the floor as you glided towards him in a new air of confidence and spite. “professor.”
his response was disappointing. literally, he said and did nothing. like a marbled statue purely there to be admired. damn him, he was so unnecessarily handsome on a godly level. those disrespectful plump pink lips parted and closed as if trying to figure out what words to spout.
your smile twitched in agitation under his gaze scanning you from your hair to your skintight top pronouncing your curves, and back up to your face. your stance remained rigid, head held high and face taut with wavering spite.
rafayel’s calmness as unsettling, too calculating for your own preference. “you bite your pen when you concentrate in lectures, did you know that?” his voice dropped an octave, reaching a husky flow. a shiver rolled down your spine as it arched in response to his voice. like a siren calling a damned sailor.
“what?” your disbelief came out in a choked whisper. the moisture in your throat was wiped clean from you, leaving complete dryness almost worse than a desert.
“and you like to listen to the questions,” rafayel continued, moving closer to you in tandem with your rising pulse. his eyes were locked on yours, dragging you deeper into his abyss intending not to let you go. “you bite your lip whenever my voice deepens. and you always have questions but choose not to ask.”
he was getting too close. you were too close. the heat of his breath fanned your skin as his height forced you to raise your gaze to maintain your stare-off. something about it felt a little too hot for your liking. your skin prickled in sensitivity rubbing against the fabric of your clothing.
there was no way this was getting you aroused. no fucking way.
“do you know why you don’t ask?” his hand gripped the edge of the cabinet, just a few centimetres from your head. the distance between your lips slowly yet inevitably closed. your breath was trapped in your throat almost clawing for release but it remained trapped.
“you’re scared.”
“i’m not afraid of drawing, rafayel.” first name basis already? you were really testing your luck. you expected him to return to that unsettling silence again before telling you that your suspension was pending.
instead, rafayel broke into a chuckle, sweat-slick chest and shoulders shaking as he laughed. he quickly straightened his lips upon seeing your eye twitch, only to burst into another fit of suppressed laughs.
“who in their mind would be afraid of a bit of paint?” his voice returned to that familiar serene, light tone. the one that brought half the student body to its knees. “no, no, no. i’ve managed to reduce it to two things.”
you instantly jerked back as far as you could – which wasn’t really that far because were already at your dead end – and balled your hand into a tight fist, ready to punch him square in the jaw. the side of your neck tickled with heat as his lips hovered by your ear.
“me, or the chance that you’ll do incredibly well.”
bewildered was an understatement. you were discombobulated at the least. you couldn’t even say it was a bizarre assumption because it was true.
not the fact that you were afraid of rafayel– he’s a walking model who pouts whenever someone speaks to him with a bit more sass than him. even his relentless critique of you doesn’t illicit fear. the only thing he’s gained from that was you growing to despise him.
but your confidence in your artistic abilities were never high. remember, you only joined the course for your friend. and they ditched you last minute. you walked into the studio with the mindset of knowing that you were likely to fail even if you put your hardest work in.
clearly, he noticed.
“you walked into my class knowing nothing,” rafayel leaned back to face your gaze once more with a stern look on his face. “it’s only understandable that you’d be afraid of messing it up. i can see it in your art. i can sense the fear.”
“yeah, right.” you huffed, turning your face away to blink away the stinging sensation burning your eyes. “you prefer to call it lazy and then destroy it.”
for the first time in however long its been since you were trapped in this room with him, rafayel’s facade broke. a flicker of guilt flashed in his gaze. then confusion.
“destroy?”
“don’t act coy.” he could not just play coy. “you destroyed my trial sculpture. there are pictures of it spreading everywhere. you know what you did.”
rafayel slowly shook his head. “i found it like that,” his voice was grave, eyes almost darkened just from the memory. “i was trying to get a scope of the damage to see if i could redo it for you, but it was beyond repair.”
a grave heaviness weighed on your heart. he wanted to fix it? despite being so cruel to you he was that willing to repair your work on your behalf… but that didn’t answer the footage.
“and the picture?” what was meant to come out as a scrutinising hiss escaped as a whisper, holding back the many tears brewing in your eyes.
“i had heard giggles outside the studio, but they ran out before i could check.” his perfect brows furrowed as he observed you. it was more than just intuitive for him to comfort you, console your shock away. his hand reached to hold your arm, to transfer his remorse through his body’s warmth. “i am sorry about what happened to your sculpture. really.”
“don’t.” the involuntary pang in rafayel’s chest did not go unnoticed. his lungs filled with shaking air, unsure of how to proceed. you weren’t pushing him away nor were you hiding. it looked like you were equally as unsure.
“the mark you gave it–“ you seethed, voice cracking as the venom of your tongue delivered each words with malice. “the embarrassment. the shame it left me drowning in, all of it. it was you. and you think you can play innocent and ask why i haven’t shown up?”
rafayel’s fingers twitched, hovering over your skin hesitant to move away. perhaps he was too hard on you, too particular in his interest to monitor your growth in the arts. his face scrunched up, unsure of what you’d allow him to try without violating your space.
“you think you can use that stupidly pretty face to ask for forgiveness?” it was clearly intended to be a mumble that he wasn’t supposed to hear but he did. loud and clear. the tips of his ears instantly warmed and his brows rose.
“stupidly pretty face?”
shit.
shit.
of course he heard you. of course he fucking heard you call him pretty. you just wanted to crawl into a pint of paint and choke on it until it filled your lungs with chemical pigment. and there was no way out of this too. rafayel quite literally had you trapped with his body.
his tall, divinely sculpted, soft, gorgeous body. that artistically designed form that you’ve dreamt of touching, that you’ve touched yourself to in your quiet nights– not that you’d ever admit it to anyone let alone him.
warm, almost hot, fingers slide up your arm trailing the standing hairs on your skin. they rounded your shoulder and meeting with the fabric of your clothing, fondling it to check its quality. they reached higher, and hotter, slow and intentional feeling the curve of your throat until the pad of his thumb reached your chin, lifting it until your gaze found his. a raw, newfound level of unspoken, familiar need engulfed you— and you weren’t uncomfortable with it.
“you think i’m pretty?” that husk tone returned, tickling away your nerves replacing them with something more feral.
“everyone does.” you huffed, trying to maintain the front of rafayel’s charms not affecting you. it was almost obvious to you both that you’d fallen in deep.
and yet despite embarrassing yourself, rafayel refused to back down. his thumb’s touch on your chin roughened into a grip with his hand. a mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes.
“say it again.”
it was either the way he said it or the way he looked at you while saying it. regardless, it left your core warm and throbbing with an unprecedented level of need. this was wrong but it felt so right.
you slowly swallowed. “say what?”
the distance between your lips slowly closed, bit by bit. “that i have a stupidly pretty face.”
“no.”
his soft laugh fanned your face like a warm, mint scented breeze. “say it.”
your eyes darted between his own, noting how unnatural yet befitting the colours mixes and emphasised his almost inhumane beauty. it used to sink you yet now you could tell he was starting to drown in yours.
“make me.”
an erratic charge surged between you like lightning striking a tense, hot night. rafayel softly tutted, shaking his head– almost desperate to shake off his unspoken desire to pursue this. to pursue you. his hands did not leave you though. his grip on your face returned to your neck, securing a gentle hold on the base of your exposed flesh, both soft and pulsating with nerves.
rafayel pressed his forehead on yours, your connection anchoring him to reality and restraining his needs. “tell me you think i’m pretty.” his eyes grew heavy with heat, hazing in and out of focus as they moved from your spit-slick lips, your eyes, and every distinguishable feature on your face.
in twisted, lewd synchrony, your lower lip found itself caught seductively in the bite of your teeth. the corners of your lips twitched like they wanted to expose your snarky grin. like your body wanted to show rafayel how you’ve dreamt of that moment.
you should be pushing him away. you should minutes ago. but you didn’t. you didn’t want to. your eyes fluttered shut as rafayel’s grip on your face tightened, finally pulling you both into the passionate embrace of your lips.
the first contact was a shock, forcing you into a soft jolt. his lips were even softer than you imagined, his hands gentle yet crushing to keep you in his hold rubbing small circles on your skin with his thumb.
then the erratic hunger kicked in like a shot of vodka. your faces pushed deeper into each other almost desperate to keep yourselves deep in your embrace. your fingers tangled in his soft locks, your mind drowning in the flowing currents of his scent.
lips waltzing in a push and pull fell into an intoxicating dance of tug and bite. it drove you insane until it was just too much.
you slowly pulled your head back, still connected to him by his teeth latched onto your lower lip nibbling at your swollen flesh.
“this can’t be right.” you sighed against his lips, leaning your head back to catch some air without feeling like your face will get hotter. “we must be violating some code of conduct.”
that irritating chuckle escaped his lips again. “then push me away.”
you should have. you definitely should have. before you could even consider it you found your lips back on his, drooling tongue sweeping past the enclosure of his lips to meet his. it was hot and deliciously wet meeting in a careless fight to taste as much as your breaths could allow.
you rolled your hips against his– slight and subtle– just enough to feel a slight brush of him. to feel it. he felt so big and thick.
a sharp curse flooded your ears, his hands tugged at your waist to pull you closer and make you feel it. his fingers twitched and squeezed you, caressing your waist without abandon, rising ruthlessly higher until his hands disappeared under your shirt. he was boiling, a human inferno trapped in a body of flesh and bone restricted by restraint yet fuelled with hunger.
they reached inchingly closer to the swell of your breasts, barely contained by your bra– you needed him to rip it off at this point. they curved over the lace and enclosed on each one, pulling your perked nipples out to fondle.
his tight hold on you dragged out a sound not meant to leave your lips. it was enough to make him snap. two hot bodies pressed to each other, clothing almost completely unravelled, and the door behind you still unlocked.
the air was thick and hot with heavy pressure and mutual need.
a low grunt rumbled deep in rafayel’s throat as he pulled away from the intoxication that was your lips. “tell me to stop.” his lips ghosted over your skin, dragging a light trail of your mixed saliva down your neck until it stopped with a gentle peck. “tell me to walk away.”
“fuck no.” you panted. your hand tugged at his soft hair, pushing him deeper into your neck. “finish what you started.”
he laughed against your skin, marvelled by how much wittier you became when you weren’t tense. when you were fogged in temptation. he could only imagine how much more of you he’d experience the further down his lips went.
perhaps you tasted just as good as you smelt. his knees buckled at the thought, the mere sight of his eyes looking up to you as you lost composure was as unprofessional as it could get. his cock throbbed in his slacks, pumping so loudly he could barely hear himself breathe.
still gripping your fleshy mounds, rafayel sunk beneath your gaze never breaking contact with your beautiful eyes. one hand slowly crept down out of the warmth of your shirt to your alarmingly short skirt.
it was the third time he had seen you wear it since you joined his class. and every time his eyes were attached to you more than before. the vision of raising it above your pretty ass had always crossed his mind but he always had the mind to maintain decorum. the sea must have blessed him with this privilege today.
“need to eat you,” he whispered into your skin, spreading kisses all over you like invisible marks of his name. “taste you.”
your imagination conjured many things for you to indulge in, but this was beyond what even you could dream of. his glossy gaze, deliberate hot touch, his damned soft lips searing you with his affections… how could you say no?
your head hit the edge of the cabinet as you nodded in desperation, so needy for his mouth to explore you everywhere, so aroused that nothing could hold you back from sinking deeper and deeper. your legs slowly split apart, welcoming rafayel’s gentle hand with grace.
completely sat on the floor, the professor stared at your legs in a daze of reverence and worship. he was salivating the scent of your dripping pussy reeling him in like a fish swimming to bait. and he wouldn’t even consider himself damned if it meant being hooked by you.
his grip tightened on your thigh, fingers pressing into you to memorise your shape and how you felt by his touch. his hand slid down your leg in a great struggle to hold onto the last of his restraint while your pants and soft moans just made things so much worse.
“don’t make too much noise,” he quietly groaned, licking a line up your thigh up to the lacy panties covering your warmth. his eyes rolled back as your scent flooded his senses like a drug. in a fuss, rafayel pushed your skirt up revealing red lace.
he almost came on the spot.
his fingers slipped between the hem, feeling you up and down. he just had to go a bit further… just a little to get a taste of that sweet nectar. his eyes darted upwards to find you completely disheveled, pretty lips parted, chest heaving with your nipples pressed against your shirt, and your hands holding his head as close to your cunny as possible.
rafayel’s lips curved into a lustful smile and finally pushed his fingers further into your panties, brushing over your sensitive nub. a sharp gasp sounded in the room, his scalp ached from the harsh tug you forced on him before slowly pushing him back where he was.
you were so cute.
you didn’t feel cute. you felt like you were boiling up, throbbing to the point where it hurt, dripping like a fucking river. you were surprised your wetness wasn’t dripping down your legs already. rafayel was definitely the type to lick it up to prevent it going to waste.
his fingers crept around your clit, ghosting circles round and round in a teasing tickle almost like he wanted to pull a reaction out of you. every subtle reaction, every jolt and twitch, and every hesitant tug at his hair made his hips jut into the air with his cock roughly straining his slacks.
he tilted his head, lips enclosing around your clothed clit, swiping his tongue sloppily around you, loudly moaning at your taste. his fingers finally found your pussy, soaking before they even went inside you. you slapped your hand over your mouth. he was going to drive you insane.
loud squelches echoed around you with his fingers teasing and tapping your hole to draw out as much of your nectar as he could. your pussy lips were as swollen the lips he kissed and bit, sensitive to his finger sliding up and down before slowly plunging into you.
just as his lips parted more– a loud bang! shocked you both out of your trance of indulgence. you yelped and jerked back, pussy walls tightening around his fingers as he swiftly moved his head away from your core– a string of saliva connecting him to your clit cruelly reminding him how far he let his desire take him.
the shockwave of the noise sent the door rattling as if someone was about to walk in on you. rafayel adjusted your underwear back in place and tugged your skirt down, rearranging it so that you were somewhat presentable. your hands shakily fixed his messed hair in a sore attempt to ignore the aching need your pussy screamed to you.
your clothes stuck to your skin from the heat, your vision hazed by lust and interrupted pleasure so filthy and sinful that you couldn’t help but bite your lip.
rafayel licked his lips as he rose to his feet, knees aching even though it felt like he had only been beneath you for seconds. he straightened his clothing, mustering the courage to face your gaze. you were dangerously close. dangerously beautiful. dangerously arousing. he just had to kiss you again.
“i’ll deal with the person that damaged your sculpture.” his voice both husky and cracked still rumbled deep within you. “please forgive me and the incident.”
without another word, he stalked out of the supply room leaving you to fully dissect what just happened.
he almost ate you out.
rafayel, your professor, almost ate you out. in a supply room. and he left you in need for so much more. a single step would send your poor clit, and your pussy really, into a frenzy– both sore and soaked, vibrating with pleasure.
you were going to have to figure out how to deal with it.
but rafayel was determined to deal with it now.
he almost sprinted to his office, dizzy with lust. it was locked and dark with only candles giving him light. stacks of paper was spread out all over his desk left abandoned while he sat in front of his recent work– a completely blank canvas.
gods, his length was already leaking through his pants and aching so fucking hard that any subtle movement would have him cumming for hours.
rafayel didn’t bother removing himself with the delicacy of taking care of himself properly. his hands fumbled at the buckle of his belt, fingers slipping out of control before he could tug it off and toss it to the floor.
his vision was blurring him blind and abandoned him in the memory of your lips, your divine mixing scent, your melodic voice, and your taste. your noses had brushed and bumped into each other while his tongue ventured deep in your mouth, tasting the remains of the sweet pastry and bitter coffee you had consumed beforehand.
the office was somehow as hot as he was, the air burned with the fading remnants of your scent driving into a state of great distress. the zipper to his pants were already forced down from the sheer will of his cock raging and throbbing against its confines. he barely bothered himself with pulling them down, hurriedly gripping his girthy length both recklessly pulsating and near suffocating in dribbling precum.
his fingers rose to his lips, rubbing at the swollen effect of you attacking him with your teeth. it still stung from a light touch and that only aroused him more. his fingers were still sticky from caressing and plunging into your juicy cunny— explicitly reminding him how delicious you were.
without further thought, he pushing his digits on his salivating tongue and the flavours that were you burst into his senses like an inferno raging through a dry forest. rafayel’s eyes fluttered as they rolled back, a loud and deep moan soon to follow.
“f-fuck.” he could just curse and curse for hours. “you did this to me.”
his tongue swirled between his fingers to absorb and savour as much of you as it could. he wasn’t too sure on whether he’d get the privilege to be so close to you again. he suckled on the tips of his finger like he would with that swollen clit of yours. fuck, you just somehow got a grip on him that he couldn’t shake off.
every moment he spent observing you just made him attach more and more even when he knew he shouldn’t have. but you intrigued him. your determination despite your lack of confidence. your thick skin in the face of his - often unnecessary - critique.
not to mention of good your lips felt with his own.
a shaky sigh shuddered out his lips as his hand slowly stroked up and down reaching to his base and tickling the leaky slit of his reddened tip. his hips jerked into his hand violently sending his head lolling back over the couch.
the tandem rhythm of his hips remained constant, thrusting into the air and being squeezed tightly by his hand to simulate that jaw clenching strength your pussy walls used to grip on him. no matter how hard he’d try nothing would be able to replicate the effect you had on him.
your name bouncing on the walls in an endless prayer turned to a song of moans and grunts. rafayel’s saliva-slick hand ran down his neck to his chest and slipped through his shirt to circle his perked nipples now rendered completely sensitive to even a breath.
while feeling each vine surrounding his cock pulsate, a lewd idea slithered into his mind like his most devious desires slipping right out to control him. he was so painfully hard it hurt. his clothes were sticking to his skin, dampened by his sweat and precum mixed together.
and then he raised his palm and struck it across his cock. smack! the sound struck through the room like thunder.
a gasp, then a laugh, then another smack! followed by a husky moan.
the sting melted into rousing pleasure so instantaneously it almost gave him whiplash. he did it again.
smack!
and again.
smack!
up until the pain was enough to knock him unconscious. with each swing, his cock flew back upwards and jutted into the air shooting drops of precum up. rafayel bit his lip at the sight, greedily laughing at the pure slutty act he performed for himself.
he could only dream for you to do the same thing.
his hand did not stop once it returned to stroking. the plap! plap! rapidly sounding as his hand fisted his cock to oblivion was disrespectfully slick. but it could be so much wetter. rafayel swiftly leaned over his length and spat straight onto his sobbing cockhead, pulling his hand right up to swirl and mix it all with his palm.
the wet friction alone was debilitating. he fucked himself into his hand like a rabid animal in intense heat, rutting like a fool drunken by a mere whiff of your scent. his hips lifted right off the couch, chasing his climax and hand that wasn’t even running from him– though could imagine you would.
“so– fucking– tight–“ he squeezed harder until his entire cock was red. the pain no longer affected him. his only devotion was hitting his edge in the hopes that it would feel like a fraction of what it would be like inside you.
inside your wet mouth, stretched wide open for him, drooling down your chin right onto your tits. or even inside your sweet cunny, throbbing and fluttering as your walls squeeze him with each thrust that tickles you to multiple orgasms.
“take it– take– oh fuck.” his voice cracked into a whiny whimper as his hands rolled over his leaking slit every time his hand brushed over his tip. the other hand continued to assault his chest, abusing his sensitivity to the max.
the hand pumping his cock raised to smack it over and over, left and right in a broken tempo. his cock jumped, legs practically shivering from the pleasure and spreading wider and wider like you sat between them to take him deep in your mouth.
he couldn’t help himself. smack! the pain felt so good. smack! it was so wrong yet so stupidly right. smack! he’d do this for hours if he could. his core tightened, awaiting his incoming climax as his cock pulsed in a plea for him to stroke it to oblivion.
his grip became utterly brutal, rapidly pumping his shaft like his hand was a fucking fleshlight. he was messy, wet, and his lewd mixture of fluid was dripping down his legs onto the couch beneath him, staining and soaking the fabric. he twisted his hand right at the tip shocking his senses beyond the board.
he brought his hand to his tongue, lapping up all the precum sitting so impolitely on him, swallowing every drop like sacred water. his free hand slid down to finish what he started and rubbed and stroked with the intention to push him right to the end.
his body tensed as one more cruel squeeze snapped the tight thin rope within him. his eyes crossed, seeing only pure white. his breath hitched, and thick ropes of hot, sticky cum shot up like rockets and splattered all over him like fallen paint.
moans and whimpers shivered out of him like a broken record, your name remained mixed within his curses. his hand didn’t stop its relentless strokes. it persisted in dragging him through his high no matter how many times he’d try to stop himself.
his cock ached and weeped, leaking hot white all over his hand as it gradually slowed. it had gone right up to his chin. rafayel lowly groaned, both fucked out and ruined beyond comprehension. ruined by his own hand and the thought of what more you could have done in that supply room.
rafayel raised his shaking hand to his face, analysing the way it glistened over his flushed skin. his tongue poked out of his lips and swiped all the way up from his wrist to the tip of his finger then took it deep inside. the flavour of his own juices mixed with your own, drawing a lustful moan from him.
he slurped it all up, licking his hand completely clean in an obscene and deliberate manner. like he was putting on a show for you, even though you weren’t actually there, and swallowed it all with great satisfaction.
he slouched into the couch, breath still laboured and heavy. he was still filthy and drenched and yet he still had the greed for so much more.
that beautiful laugh replaced the echoes of his lewd noises once his high slowly dissipated.
all that from a kiss?
rafayel was fucked.
might just post a calm part ii if you guys like it
