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Jul 26

8:30 pm (bc)

genre: timestamp, smut — MDNI!

warnings: gender of reader-insert is not specified, third person pov, established relationship, nipple play, handjob.

words: 1.3k ~ (1353)

a/n: i wrote this in 3rd person, idk why. i realised halfway through but im too lazy to change it. wanted to take a small break from the series n just post smth else, so here is this mess i wrote in 30 ish mins.

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the door to the shared apartment opens. heavy footsteps thudding against the wood floor. the lights are off in the apartment. the apartment is silent with the exception of the low hum of the fridge. towards the bedroom, the door is slightly open and the lights are off. a figure under the sheets and snoring softly, lost in a deep sleep. chan doesn’t disturb yn.

he opens the bathroom door slowly, closing it even slower so it shuts with a quiet click. he flicks the lights on, the fan coming to life with a low whizz. the rustling of clothes being taken off and landing on the tiled floor is paired with the sound of the running water from the shower, steam curling in wisps and being sucked out by the fan. chan sighs heavily as he looks at his reflection in the bathroom mirror that acts as a small cabinet that holds medications, pills and a variety of other necessities.

he leans in closer, his hips stopping him from leaning in too close as they rest against the cold porcelain of the sink. he groans deeply to himself, tugging down at his skin at the sight of the sunken cheeks, the stubble along his jawline and upper lip and the dark circles. he steps back as if he is disgusted with the way he looks, with how far he has allowed himself to get this bad. running his fingers through his hair, he opens the shower door, steps inside and stands under the spray of the hot, running water.

a deep groan from his chest and throat as the water hits his shoulders. one hand on the misty tiles, head ducked down. he watches the water trickle down his naked body and go down the drain, water dripping from his hair and down his temples. his eyes close slowly to truly embrace the feeling of his muscles relaxing under the hot water. he stays like that for a few minutes only to be jolted when he feels the press of a figure behind him.

so lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear yn waking up, walking in, stripping and stepping inside the shower.

“fuck, babe. you gave you me a fright.” chan speaks, voice low and hoarse from hours and hours of talking and singing. yn says nothing, just presses their body flush against chan's back and arms looping around his waist.

“missed you.” yn says, voice soft. chan lets out a hum in acknowledgment and in a mutual agreement. nothing more needs to be said, chan leans into yn’s touch, his large hands holding onto yn's forearms that are around his waist. after a moment of standing together under the water without a word, chan feels yn's hands drifting lower. chan looks down and chuckles deeply.

“what do you think you’re doing, cheeky?” he asks playfully but he doesn't stop yn. instead, his arms fall to his sides and he watches those playful hands wander up and down his abs, fingers brushing over the grooves of his muscles and feeling the way the muscles twitch under fingertips.

“just feeling.” a playful and ‘innocent’ tone to yn’s voice. chan lets out a hum but still, he doesn't stop them. why? because it feels good. he’s been so busy with the group, with working and planning and everything else a leader has to do, that in the process he has been neglecting his own needs. yn’s hands all over his body, worshiping him in a way that sends heat to pool in the pit of his stomach and his cock to stir to life. blood rushes down south, cock slowly but surely thickening and his pulse picking up.

“want me to stop?” yn asks when they hear nothing from chan. chan grabs the wrist of one of yn’s hands, not hard, just firm and places it back on his abdomen.

“no.” chan replies quickly, “keep going.” so, yn keeps going. they keep feeling, keep stroking, inching higher to his pecs. fingers brush over nipples that have pebbled from arousal. the water from the shower makes it easier for yn's hands to glide over wet skin. chan keeps his eyes on yn's hands, watching their every move. he lets out a low grunt when those delicate fingers start to circle around his nipples slowly.

he holds his breath. his bottom lip catches between his teeth. “please.” he lets out softly. yn obeys, knowing exactly what chan wants and needs. fingers swipe over the hardened nipples, stroking and pressing. yn uses their fingernails to light scratch so chan feels a small element of pain that bleeds into pleasure. both nipples are pinched, rolled, stroked and scratched until chan is panting softly. “shit.” he curses, jaw clenching.

lips press against his neck from behind as yn leaves hot, open mouth kisses along his skin. they bite softly, soothing the bite with their tongue before kissing and sucking to leave marks. all the while, their hands have left chan’s nipples and are now traveling down to his groin: to the place chan needs and wants to be touched the most.

cock thick and swollen. veins along the side that are thick and fat. it jumps occasionally, showing how aroused he is. his tip is red and flush with blood whilst glistening from the precum that spills from the slit. when yn wraps one hand around him, chan’s hips jerk in their hand to which yn gives a small chuckle too. yn strokes chan from root to tip, slow and steady. not to torture chan but to make him feel. and chan feels. maybe he feels too much because of how pent up he is and how amazing yn’s touch is. yn keeps the slow and steady strokes, pulling back chan’s foreskin from the tip to then push it back over the tip, repeating the motion until chan is letting out soft moans.

“fuck. yn, please. i need more!” chan begs. yn gives him what he needs. their hand moves a little faster, rotating now at the tip. their thumb swiping over the tip and collecting the precum that freely spills from chan’s slit. they use the precum as natural lube, pressing and swirling their thumb around chan’s tip to heighten the pleasure. pleasure runs up and down chan’s spine and he has to lean forward, hand slamming against the misty tile walls to keep himself from falling. he feels like he is floating.

yn's free hand cups chan’s balls and they give them a nice, slow yet firm squeeze and roll in their palms the same time as they stroke him. chan is melting from the pleasure. his body has never felt more alive than it does now. “your touch is magical.” he speaks between his moans. yn laughs softly. they feel chan’s balls tightening in their palm and his cock growing rock solid whilst twitching nonstop.

“are you close? “ they ask knowing full well what the answer will be. chan can't speak so he gives a nod of his head and a low growl. yn picks up the pace, starts to stroke him faster with the final goal of bringing chan to the edge of ecstasy. one large hand wraps around yn’s wrist, his breathing becoming short and laboured. his abdomen tightens, his fingers curl against the tile wall and he shakes a little.

“don’t stop. fuck, im close. yn.. fuuuck!” he moans out, long and loud. his hips buck in yn’s fist, twitching as his orgasm hits. his cum lands on the tile wall, the shower floor and on yn’s fist. yn continues to stroke him, drawing out the pleasure for him whilst chan gives small, shallow fucks into their fist.

when the pleasure ebbs away and chan becomes too sensitive to carry on because it becomes a little painful, he gently stops yn’s hand with a soft squeeze of their wrist. their hand leaves his cock and balls and chan turns around, cups their cheeks and presses his lips against yn’s in a deep, slow and hungry kiss. a promise of what’s to come.

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bbyquokka

Jun 14

reunited - Ⅳ

– making love in the sky .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing | lee felix x fem reader

genre | established relationship , idol AU – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | she/her pronouns , anxiety , pet names , public sex , daddy/master/brat kink , masturbation , fingering , light choking , praises , unprotected penetration , creampie.

words | 6k (6,078)

notes | chapter 4 of reunited! i hope y'all enjoy n r enjoying the series so far! im currently sick af rn so pls forgive any mistakes/errors. i wanted to get this out bc i said i would weeks ago n never did ;^)

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dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“babe! slow down!” felix laughs. he's been watching you pace the apartment for a few minutes now, watching you gather the last few bits and stressing over if you have everything.

his words are a buzz to you. not only are you stressed, but also nervous. you love travelling and visiting new countries. to be able to taste new foods and see new things – you just wish you could skip the whole airport and security check.

your heartbeat is so loud in your ears, thumping away, that you don't hear felix. you grab last minute things such as toiletries, charging cables and your nintendo switch.

you rush past felix who is sitting on the bed beside an open suitcase packed with clothes and shoes. felix watches you rush around and check the bags where the cameras and electronics are for the nth time.

he frowns before grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto his lap. you let out an audible gasp in shock before wriggling on his lap; but with his arms being tightly around your midriff you're reminded how strong he is.

“let me go!” you whine as you struggle in his grip.

“nope.” he grins.

“lix we have to pack and make sure things are in order before we leave!”

“babe, we have plenty of time. relax.” he nuzzles onto your neck, his nose rubbing against your skin as the tips of his hair tickle your cheek.

“l-lix! please.” you giggle.

“we have one hour until we get picked up darling. we are far ahead of schedule!”

“one hour isn't enough time, lixie! we have to make sure we have everything. make sure everything is packed and we have our passports and tic–”

felix silents your rambling with the feeling of his lips being pressed against yours. you melt into the kiss, feeling all your worries and stress melt away.

he pulls away slightly, lips lingering and close to yours as he tucks your hair behind your ear. “everything is fine. you'll get sick if you keep stressing.”

“yeah, i know but there is so much at stake here. i feel so anxious.”

“about what?”

“about the flight, the people, the vlogging–just everything!” you emphasis, waving your arms in the arm and pouting. felix laughs and gently flicks your forehead.

“relax baby. everything will be ok. you've got this! all you have to do is believe that you have this and be confident in your work and if you need guidance, i’m your man.”

the sicky feeling in your stomach still evident but slowly fading away. felix takes your hands gently and kisses the back of it, the sick feeling being replaced with butterflies instead.

“do you think i’ll do a good job of the vid?” you chew the inside of your cheek. felix nods.

“of course! the manager personally asked you so surely he must see something in you. he obviously sees potential in you and rightfully so!”

“but… but what if it's bad? what if stays don't like it?”

“you’re overthinking baby.” felix pulls you into a bear hug, arms holding you tightly. you let out a sigh, clinging onto him gently. your anxiety slowly starts to calm itself (for the time being at least)

“i just know there's going to be so many reporters and fans. all the cameras in our faces and flashing lights.” you say with a hint of bitterness in your voice.

“just do what we talked about. stay close to me. hold onto me if needed. and if you can't find me, look for chan or minho or better yet, jisung.”

you nod, sighing heavily. travelling in general always manages to surface your anxiety. felix's soothing words and touch are doing very little to soothe you right now.

felix cups your cheeks gently in his soft hands. his thumb brushes over the skin of your cheek gently before leaning in and pressing his plump lips against your forehead gently. you smile, eyes slowly closing for a brief second.

“you’ll be fine baby. i promise.” he mumbles. you hum, feeling him pulling away from your forehead. he leans in, lips brushing against yours and just as you're about to kiss – his phone rings.

“what a cockblock.” he mumbles bitterly. you laugh and watch him pull his phone out and answer it. “hi seungmin.”

his tone of voice is sarcastic but the type that's playful and has no ill intent. you watch his brows raise slightly before putting seungmin on loudspeaker.

“hey. we're close by.” the sound of a car engine and passing traffic as well as small chatter being heard in the background.

“already? i thought we still had time.”

“y’know for how many times we fly out every year, i would've thought you would understand how airports work.” seungmin laughs.

“ugh but still.”

“its always best to be at the airport early. y’know for security and passport checks. especially when you're an idol.”

“yeah, that's true. there's usually so many people just waiting for us. it's insane!” as felix and seungmin chat, you gather your bags and cases, putting them by the door so it's easier to upload them onto the car.

“ok well, we shall see you soon?”

“ten minutes. just turned the corner and we're almost on your street.”

“alright, see you in ten. bye.” felix and seungmin both say bye together, hanging up the call.

felix walks to you and helps you with the rest of the luggage before putting on shoes, coat, cap and grabbing a mask.

“passport, check! tickets, check. phone, check.” you both make one last minute check, making sure to have the essentials before hearing the sound of a car horn outside your home.

“ready?” felix asks as he swings his duffle bag onto his shoulder. you nod, grabbing your bags and suitcase. he extends his hand out to you to which you take. he kisses the back of your hand gently.

“let's go then.”

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as expected, the airport was packed.

fans crowding around the entrance, ready and waiting with their phones tightly in their hands. reporters and journalist pacing the open areas, phones on a stand as they live broadcast to youtube.

as soon as the doors opened of the van and the members stepped out, screams filled the airport as well as the blinding flashes of cameras. you watched as each member poured out off the van, you being the last to leave.

the members all make a line, posing casually for photos. they smile and joke around with one another whilst you sneak off to grab your carry-on bags.

you can feel your heart beating a little too fast for your liking. you grab a mask and put it on, putting your hoodie over your head. you let out a shaky breath and close your eyes, counting down from ten.

so lost in calming yourself down, you didn't hear felix, so when you feel a hand on your shoulder from behind, you jump.

“oh, sorry babe.” felix laughs. “didn’t mean to scare ya.”

you laugh weakly and shake your head. “it’s ok.” you watch the manager hand the lads their carry-on luggage. felix puts on a facemask and cap, taking out his passport. his brows furrow together as he notices you zoning out.

“hey. are you ok baby? you're looking a little pale.”

“huh? oh. yeah.. yeah. ‘m fine.” you laugh shakily, faking a smile as you take out your own passport.

not convinced by your not-so-convincing lie, felix pulls you into his chest and holds you gently. he rests his chin on top of your head. you breathe in that calming scent of his, feeling your nerves and anxiety slowly trickle away.

“i don't think i can do this.” you weakly whisper as you grip onto felix. he rocks you gently, stroking your back in an attempt to soothe you. whilst grateful for his efforts, they sadly don't seem to be helping.

“i’ll be here with you and if you can't find me, look for chan. he is always at the back of the line.”

you nod slowly before pulling away. felix takes your hand in his and holds it tightly, guiding you inside the airport. you pull your hood even further down as a way to try and look invisible as crowds gather and surround the members. the boys walk in a line, chan behind them to keep track of them and make sure they're safe.

screams and chatter of the fans buzz in the airport. they ask them random questions, call out their names to get their attention to take photos of them. journalist do the same thing, flashes from their cameras blinding you as you all walk to the check in area.

you dip your head low to save yourself from being blinded by the lights. at some point, you or felix let go of one another's hands and you're swallowed by the sea of people.

no one notices though. the fans ignore you, pushing and shoving you which causes you to trip several times. you look up in a panic and see the boys getting further and further away from you.

you pick up the speed, pushing and shoving past the people the best you can. you grip onto the strap of your bag, frantically trying not to lose sight of the members and staff.

you feel a lump form in your throat, your vision to blur and a buzz to ring in your ears. your chest feels tight and constricted, like someone is sitting on it. you can't breathe.

you open your mouth to call out for felix or chan, but all that comes out is a squeak. tears fill your eyes as you start to pant. you close your eyes and take a few shaky breathes in, letting yourself be dragged and shoved by the crowds of people.

“excuse me.” you hear a faint voice, a voice you know but due to how much your ears are buzzing and how foggy you feel, you can't distinguish the voice. “hey! yn, it's me. are you ok?”

you look up to see a concerned minho. his hands are on your biceps, his brows furrowed together with a concerned and worried look on his face. trailing behind him is jisung.

“there you are, yn!” jisung says through labored breathes. “we thought we lost you!”

minho wraps his arm around your shoulder gently and pulls you through the crowds. jisung hands you a hard candy, claiming that sucking on it will help take your mind of things.

“you have your headphones, right?” he asks. you nod. “put them on. do what i do, it helps block out the noise.”

you nod slowly and shakily. your legs feel like jelly. if it wasn't for minho's arm around you, you would have collapsed by now.

“we found her!” minho calls out. felix looks behind him and runs to you, grabbing you from minho's arm and hugging you tightly

“i’m here. i'm sorry. i shouldn't have let go of you.” you shake your head no slowly, holding onto him gently. you can hear his fast heartbeat against your ear.

“i'm ok, lix. jisung and minho found me.” felix let's out a small hum.

“we have to check in. will you be ok to walk still?” you nod. you put your headphones on and hold his hand gently.

felix squeezes your hand, scared of letting you go. chan and the manager walk closer to you, taking that extra precaution.

as if felix’s mood wasn't sour enough, the constant pushing and shoving from the fans is sending him over the edge. phones being shoved in his face. he's apologized to you many times for stepping on your toes due to being shoved into you.

his patients snap when you let out a small “ow” from someone's elbow hitting your ribs. he stops in his tracks, pulling you close to his side and looking at the fans.

“I understand that you're all excited and want to see us all but please, i ask of you all kindly, back up!” your eyes widen a little as do the fans.

“i find it incredibly rude how you are giving us little to no space, shoving your phones in our faces and pushing and shoving us to the point where i’m stepping on my girlfriend's toes and elbows are being shoved in her ribs. back up.”

his words dripping with authority as well as irritation. the fans mumble and take a few steps back. felix says a small thank you before continue the walk. some fans keep their distance and take photos and videos from afar, others disappearing and feeling like the day has be spoilt.

“that was hot.” you whisper. felix laughs and smirks.

“oh, was it?” you nod and grin. “maybe i should be like that with you then, yeah? more authoritative.”

“are you not already?” you tease.

“i can always teach my brat a thing or two.”

“like what?”

felix bends down to your level, lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. “like how to behave and be a good girl for daddy.”

you feel butterflies flutter in your abdomen. all your anxiety is quick to disappear in an instant as the feeling of neediness and longing quickly takes over. felix smirks at you, loving the effect he has on you before taking your hand and leading you to the check-in desk.

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“god.” you groan, sinking into the soft seats of the aeroplane. “that was fucking stressful.”

“are you ok, baby?” felix sits next to you as you remove your headphones and place them on your lap.

“i'm ok, lix. jisung and minho found me. jisung telling me to put my headphones on helped as well.”

“ok, that's good. i was so worried about you, baby. i turned and noticed you wasn't there. jisung instantly knew and went looking for you with minho. chan had to calm me down.”

“i’ve never seen felix so agitated before.” hyunjin pipes in from aisles as he wheels his carry on case past you both. “i swear i saw his heart drop down to his ass.”

you laugh softly as felix rolls his eyes but also laughs a little. you reach out and hold felix's hand gently. he caresses your hand gently with his thumb before giving it a gentle kiss.

“well, i’m ok and i’m safe. that's all that matters.”

“you’re right. no point in worrying now.” you nod and sit back in your seat. the members sit in their designated seats, putting on their belts as you all wait for lift off.

you listen to the announcements and safety instructions before the aircraft starts to move. felix was kind enough to give you the window seat, knowing its your favourite seat, so you look out of it and watch the world zoom by.

the engines kick in and rumble as the plane lifts up. the mechanics of the wheels fold up and under the craft as the pilot steers the airplane so it's on its course.

once the craft is steady, various clicks of belts fills the craft as the members focus on whatever tasks they will be doing in the meantime.

hyunjin draws. jisung, seungmin and jeongin sleep. minho decides to read whilst chan listens to some music and podcasts whilst changbin brainstorms some lyrics in his well used notebook.

felix sits back in his seat, arms folded across his chest and his eyes close slowly. you look out of the window and watch the soft clouds pass by. they look like cotton candy, the plane passing through them as if they’re nothing as you become surrounded by them in the clear, blue sky.

the soft snores of your boyfriend cause you to look at him. you smile softly to yourself before placing a blanket over him and tucking it under his chin. his chest rises up and down slowly in time with his breathing, his lips parting slightly and hair flopping to the side as his head slowly slides and droops to the side. you would get him his neck pillow, but you don't want to disturb him.

it's probably been just as stressful for him as it has for you. the added stress and anxiety he must've felt when he realized you weren't by his side must have knocked him out cold once it subsided.

you give his head a gentle kiss before resting in your seat. you put on your headphones, lean back and listen to crime podcast as your eyes close slowly.

before you know it, you too, also fall asleep.

a few hours go by and you're woken by felix gently shaking you, whispering your name gently.

“yn. baby, wake up. some food and drink is here.” you groan slowly, rubbing your tired eyes and taking off your headphones as you pause your podcast.

“huh?” you say in your groggy state, not quite comprehending what felix is saying or where you currently are.

“food and drink. the cabin crew came round and gave us all something.” you stretch out your stale limbs and sit upright in your seat. you massage your neck a little, noticing a dull ache on your right side.

“what food is it?” felix laughs at your groggy state and your low, sleepy voice that's close to being a whisper.

“i wasn't sure on what you wanted so i thought we could share a salmon pokebowl. got you some water too.”

“mhm, thank you.” you reach out and grab your utensils, scooping up some food and putting it in your mouth.

the flavours tickle your tastebuds and you're instantly awake from how surprisingly flavourful it is.

“oh wow. this is good!” felix laughs softly and digs in.

“how was your nap?”

“eh.” you shrug. “its not the same as if i was back home but it's something at least. you?”

“pretty much the same.” felix watches you take your phone out and take a few photos of the food before you hold the phone up to him.

he takes it off you and takes a picture of you before leaning in close and taking photos of you both together before handing back your phone.

you think for a second before turning it from picture to video mode and pressing record. making sure to keep your voice low (because the other may still be asleep), you talk about your journey up to this point. you make sure to include the airport incident, the food and show felix briefly before stopping your recording.

you both munch on the food before feeling full, drinking the water and sighing softly in relief. it feels good to have food in your system.

you look at how much time you have left of the flight on the screen that's on the back of the seat in front of you – 1 and a half hours left.

you let out a soft groan, feeling boredom sinking in fast. you look over at felix and grin.

“hey baby.” felix hums and looks over at you. “ever had sex on a plane?”

his eyes widen a little before clearing his throat quickly. your question clearly caught him off guard but he's quick to regain composure.

“can’t say that i have. why?” his question laced with suspicion, eyebrow raised as he watches you grin from ear to ear.

“wanna try? we have one and a half hours left.”

“are you asking me if i want to fuck my girlfriend right here, right now?”

“well, not exactly here but maybee–” your gaze drifts to the bathroom to which felix follows your gaze before looking back at you.

“you cheeky –”

“is that a yes?” you lean in close to ear, making sure your lips ghost against the shell and breath fanning against his skin “master.”

felix shivers and let's out a small growl. his hands clench into fists against his thighs as he feels blood rushing straight down south.

“you’re playing a dangerous game here.” his voice is barely a whisper as he watches your hand trail up and down his thigh, your fingertips grazing ever so slightly.

you all but hum. any second now and felix will snap. your hand trails higher and higher up his thigh until you're at his crotch when you grab and squeeze. his hips buck and a suppressed moan tickles the back of his throat. he grabs your wrist, glaring at you.

“bathroom. now. and don't make me wait a second longer, brat.”

you shiver and are quick to move to your feet. you walk down the isle, thankful that the members have either gone back to sleep or are too consumed in their activities to see your flush state.

you open the door of the bathroom, feeling slightly claustrophobic as you step in and close the door, awaiting felix. as you wait, you're hyper aware of how tingly and warm the pit of your stomach feels, how excited you are to be doing something like this.

you and felix have spoken about public sex before but never acted upon it, it was merely just a thought – until now.

you're nervous but very, very excited. judging by the way felix spoke and behaved a few seconds ago, you know it's going to be difficult to keep your voice down.

you don't have long to wait though because felix practically bursts through the doors and closes them at quickly. he glares at you, eyes narrowing into thin slits as he looks down at you with disrespect.

it's all an act. master and brat. but even so, no matter how many times he acts or looks like this, it manages to still shake you to your core.

you watch felix massage and squeeze his penis. he uses the palm of his hand to rub up and down his shaft, groaning a little at the harsh friction. you watch because he hasn't given you instructions and you don't want to upset him anymore than you already have.

“what are you waiting for? play with yourself. make sure you're nice and wet and ready for me. we don't have time.”

you nod, pulling down your pants and underwear. felix watches you, making sure you follow his silent and unspoken words.

he watches your hand slide down your stomach to between your legs where the pads of your fingers rub slow circles on your clit. you swallow your moans, biting your bottom lip gently as you toy with yourself.

meanwhile, felix’s eyebrows raise in satisfaction as he watches you slowly, but surely, lose your composure. his hand disappears into his pants and into his boxers, a soft grunt emitting from his lips as his palm makes contact with his hot shaft.

you watch him, eyes glued onto his crotch as you see the movements of his hands being show in his pants. felix takes advantage of this and kicks his head back as he moves his hand up and down his shaft faster (which is a little impossible due to the restrictions of his waistbands)

“aah, fuck.” he groans. the deepness of his voice travels down your spine and to the pit of your stomach. you throb, feeling very hot and bothered as well as desperate.

“f-felix.” you pant. you use two fingers to slide between your folds where it's glistening and soppy. your fingers get coated nicely and you dare to slip your fingers inside your aching core.

you chew your bottom lip and look at felix, silently asking, begging, to slip your fingers inside. he hums and nods once.

you push your fingers inside your throbbing core. it warm and wet, pulsating and begging for something bigger, thicker. you push your fingers in as far as you can, slowly pulling and pushing them in and out before picking up the pace.

“felix, it's not enough.” you whine. felix hums, not acknowledging the desperation in your voice. “lix, please. i need more.”

“not yet, little one.” he purrs.

“but why? you said so yourself, we have to be qui–” you stop yourself from talking due to felix raising his brows and sliding his free hand up you chest to your neck. he wraps his fingers around it, squeezing ever so slightly as if to warn you what's to come if you carry on.

“good girl.” you let out a small whimper and sigh of frustration but carry on pleasuring yourself. felix keeps his fingers around your neck as his other hand stokes and rubs his cock.

he can't deny that the soft whimpers and silent pleas along with the wet sounds of your cunt is making him feral. he wants to turn you around and shove his cock deep inside you to make you scream and shiver in pleasure. he wants his friends to hear you both and know what you're both up to. he wants someone to open the door and catch you both in the act which is why he's left the door unlocked.

his patients is wearing very thin. the sound and sight of you pleasuring yourself for the him and no one else is making him feel dizzy. his cock is hot and rock hard in his hand. his slit leaking pre-cum.

i want to be inside he thinks to himself as he watches you desperately move your fingers in a uncoordinated fashion. your legs start to shake and knees buckle from under you as you whine and whimper.

he's had enough. that thin line snaps.

his lips crash against yours with such force and hunger, it knocks the air out off your lungs. he pulls your body close to him, pressing his erection against you and grinding on you. his hand slides up your torso to your breasts where he massages and squeezes them through the fabric of your t-shirt.

his tongue is quick to push past your lips, meeting your own. a small battle of dominance plays out. felix swallows each whimper and moan that slips past your lips. each others saliva is mixed together and swallowed by one another and soon, you feel his hand leave your breast to travel up your neck.

his fingers wrap around your neck. he gentle squeezes the sides, applying a very small amount of pressure. you choke out “more” to which he obliges by applying more pressure until it’s just the right amount for you.

it’s enough to make you feel hazy and for background noise to sound muffled but it's not enough to cause serious harm. felix is rutting against you hastily, smirking against your lips as you copy his moments.

the actions are cut short, however. felix pulls away slightly and releases the pressure from your neck. you both pant against each others lips, letting air fill your lungs again. but this peaceful, serene moment is quick to disappear.

he grabs you by your shoulders so you're facing the sink. you grip onto it as felix grabs your hips and pulls them out closer to him. he uses his foot to spread your legs as wide as they can go.

“felix..” you whisper. he hushes you and grabs the base of his cock. he rubs his tip between your soaked folds, shivering and groaning at how warm and wet you feel for him already.

“this wet from just a few seconds of kissing and your fingers, mhm? i guess you don't need me considering–”

“no! please. i need you, felix. please.” you beg, pushing your ass into felix and grinding on him slightly. he hums and pushes his tip past your folds and into your entrance. you both sigh in relief, that fire and ache you both feel in your stomachs feeling somewhat satisfied – but it's not enough. in fact, its far from enough.

“felix, please. i can't–”

“that's not my name.”

you press your lips together in a thin line as hot tears of frustration threaten to spill. you take a deep breath in before speaking.

“daddy, please fuck me! i need to feel your cock deep inside me. i need to be filled by you. no one can satisfy me the way you can!” felix leans over you, chest to back, as he whispers in your ear.

“no one?” he growls. you shake your head no.

“no one.”

“not even your fingers?” a slight hint of jealousy and possessiveness drips from his words.

“not even my own fingers.” you confirm. happy with your response, he pushes his length slowly inside of you. you both hiss and groan at the feeling. his size is something you will never get used to.

his thick cock stretches you, making it burn slightly the more he pushes. you endure it because you love the feeling. you feel so full and to him, you're so warm and inviting.

“god! you feel so fucking good around me. so warm, so tight. fuck!!”

felix doesn't give you time to adjust as he grabs your waist tightly and starts thrusting fast. you grip onto the sink, eyes squeezing shut and teeth bearing down into your bottom lip as you struggle to suppress your moans.

pleasure courses through your veins and tingles down your spine. the pit of your stomach feels numb but also tingly at the same time. toes curling in your shoes and head dipping low as sweat is quick to coat yours and felix's body.

“felix. i cant..” you squeak out. one hand leaves your waist to cover your mouth. your hot pants and moans are muffled against his hand as felix swallows every single moan that tickles the back of his throat.

“oh fuck. oh shit.” his voice hoarse and breathless. his hair sticking to his forehead and beads of sweat foaming and dripping from the base of his hair and down his neck.

your body rocks forward with each push and snap of felix's hips. he's so deep inside you, that you can feel it in your stomach. your body sometimes hits the base of the sink and you know that you're going to be covered in a few bruises after this.

felix goes from groaning to a few moments of silence before back to groaning again. skin slapping on skin, echoing in the small, enclosure space and mixing with the various moans and groans.

“felix. i can't.” your voice is barely a whisper. the open mouth moans you've been doing has caused your throat and mouth to dry up and feel tender. however, that's not the issue.

the issue is that you can feel your legs slowly giving up on you. they have been for a while so you simply tensed up your thighs until they burned. but the more felix thrusts, the harder and fiercer he becomes, the more your legs shake and knees buckle.

felix looks down and notices your legs shaking uncontrollably and your knuckles turning white from gripping onto the sink to keep yourself up right. he wraps his arm around your stomach to hold you up whilst pushing you closer to him and forcing you to stand upright, back to chest.

“are you ok, baby girl?” his breath tickling the shell of your ear. all you can do is hum and nod. with felix holding you up, your muscles can relax a little as you shift all your weight onto him. “good. just hang on a bit longer baby, i’m close.”

all you can do is nod. your energy is slowly depleting and mind becoming hazy with each glide of felix's cock. your walls convulse around him. wet, sloppy sounds of your pussy bouncing off the walls and making you feel somewhat embarrassed.

it burns in your stomach. it's fluttering and tightening into a small, tight ball. felix has become sloppy. his lips on the back of your neck, kissing and sucking with the occasional biting. his hands under your clothing, fondling your breasts expertly whilst his deep, rugged voice tickles your ears and contributes to your fast approaching orgasm.

“babe, i'm so close but i don't know–”

“i-in me.” it's taking every bit of your remaining energy to speak. “please. i want it in me. i want it all and to be full of you.”

“but–”

“felix, please!” you beg “oh god, please! i'm on birth control so it's ok. i want it. i need it.”

felix swallows and squeezes his eyes shut. his plump, swollen lips part into a perfect ‘o’ shape. his hips stutter and falter, the tempo being lost as he chases his high.

“b-baby.. cum.” you nod as a way to say same. with one final thrust, felix release inside of you with long, throaty groans. his muscles twitch and spasm as does his cock with each release. the feeling of his warmth filling you up is enough to send you over the edge and reach your own orgasm.

walls convulsing around his twitching cock. he holds you tightly, whispering sweet and gentle words as he thrusts slowly to ride out his high and help you in the process.

he slowly pulls out of you and you let out a disgruntled grunt. before felix pulls up his underwear and jeans, he brushes your hair to the side and whispers in your ear:

“now be a good girl and keep it inside. don't spill a single drop.”

you nod once as you reach down and pull up your underwear and pants. it's uncomfortable. you feel sticky and gross between your legs however, this is what felix (and you) want so you oblige.

“think anyone heard us?” you ask as felix reaches out to open the door.

“maybe. maybe not.” he says with a shrug. “why? embarrassed.” he smirks.

“m-maybe. was i loud?” felix laughs and kisses your cheek.

“nope.” he grins. it's a playful grin, a grin that tells you that yes, you were in fact loud.

ah fuck. you think to yourself as you mentally prepare for the giggles and playful teasing from the boys. the door opens and you and felix walk down the isle, back to your seats.

luckily, only chan and jisung are awake and chan is too consumed with his work to even notice his surroundings. you pass by jisung who looks at you, raises his brow and smiles.

“have fun?” he whispers. you feel heat onto your cheeks, clearing your throat as jisung laughs softly. “don't worry, i won't tell.”

you pout a little before giggling. felix lets you sit first before he sits down. you rest your head on his shoulder as he grabs the Nintendo switch, booting up the legend of Zelda.

“tired?” he whispers as you yawn. you nod. you want to nap. with the adrenaline and hormones calming down, exhausting is setting in slowly but surely. you feel sore from where felix has grabbed you. the back of your thighs and hips hurting and feeling tender from his ruthless thrusts.

and to top it off, you feel gross. you want to strip and shower. your clothing is sticking to your body and you both probably smell of sex. you can feel felix's cum threatening to spill and trickle out. you wouldn't be surprised if it hasn't already.

sure, you feel gross but you also feel content.

“hey, there you both are!” felix looks up to see chan has popped his head around to speak to you both. you pretend to be asleep. “is everything ok?”

“huh? oh, yeah. yn was feeling a little travel sick so i accompanied her in the bathroom, just in case.”

chan's brows furrow together in concern. meanwhile, jisung is listening in and scoffs to himself. felix looks over at him quickly.

“riiiight. travel sick.” he mouths to felix, using air quotations. felix politely tells him to shut up which causes jisung to laugh.

“oh fuck. is she ok?”

“yeah, she's ok. she's tired but i think once the plane ride is over, she'll be ok again.” felix flashes chan a convincing smile, his thumb stroking your hand gently.

throughout the whole conversation, you were ‘asleep’, struggling to hold in your laughter. you felt like a pair of naughty school children getting caught in something they shouldn't be doing.

chan nods and sits back in his designated seat as the pilot announces that they're close to their destination. felix takes this opportunity to gently nudge you ‘awake.’ you fake a yawn and stretch, sitting up and looking at felix.

“it’s soon time babe. get ready for landing.”