𝓼eo 𝓬hangbin x 𝓰𝒻.ᐟreader wc: 3.4k ˎˊ˗ ᵎᵎ smut ᵎᵎ ꒰ 18+ ꒱ « soft dom bin » ⸝⸝⸝ pinned down 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 kysa's catalogue
changbin was the sweetest boyfriend you've ever had. his love for you spoke in more ways than one, woven effortlessly into the quiet spaces of your everyday life.
he was the kind of partner who showered you with sudden hugs from behind and soft, lingering kisses on your temple, as if loving you came to him as naturally as breathing.
he possessed an innate ability to make you laugh, a deep, rumbling chuckle of his own pulling you back to earth whenever sadness became too heavy a weight to bear.
he took pride in pampering you, routinely standing over the stove to cook your absolute favorite meals from scratch, and always surprising you with the little things you loved just to see your eyes light up.
so when your best friend called after what felt like an absolute eternity, you naturally had to fill her in on every single detail of your life. she had only ever met him once, a brief and slightly chaotic introduction right after the two of you had officially started going out together, and she’d been practically begging for a proper update ever since.
the conversation started off normal enough, a flurry of catching up and exchanging casual life updates, but the comfortable rhythm didn't last long before she slyly guided the topic exactly where you knew it would inevitably go.
"so... what about... you know... " your friend said, trailing off suggestively as her voice dropped into a whisper. you could practically imagine her smirking behind the screen.
"what about what ?" you asked, a small smile already tugging at your lips as you settled yourself into the quiet corner of the hallway.
your best friend heaved a sigh, knowing very well that she would have to spell it out for you.
"what about his dick game, babes ? i mean, let's be real — the man literally looked like he'd fuck the living daylight out of you." she giggling slyly.
oh god, this woman —
a fierce, instant blush creeped up your neck as you recalled your first time with changbin. your mind immediately drifted back to that night — the soft glow of the lamp, the quiet hum of the room, and the way his massive, heavily muscled frame had hovered over yours with an almost impossible lightness. he was so soft, treating you as if you were precious, handling you with utmost care, with all the gentleness you deserved.
you remembered his large, calloused hands tracking down your sides with a touch so gentle it made you ache, his deep voice whispering sweet, reverent promises against your skin as he slowly made love to you.
and that's how it had been every single time since. changbin made soft love with you, anchoring you with his affection, and you loved him for it.
"honestly ? it's not like that at all," you laughed softly, leaning your head back against the wall as the warmth in your cheeks deepened. "he’s actually incredibly sweet with me. so gentle and attentive. he treats me like i'm the most precious thing in the world, always taking his sweet time."
"seriously ?" she gasped, a playful, high-pitched laugh filtering through the line. "i mean, that's adorable and you totally deserve it." then she sing songed "but look at the size of him. he looks like the type who would just completely pin you down, lock you in place, and take absolute control, and you're telling me he's just a big softie ?"
your throat suddenly went completely dry.
you had always adored how tenderly he handled you, but her unfiltered words instantly sparked a vivid, flashing image in your mind that you had genuinely never considered before.
changbin... using his actual strength.
changbin... totally dominating the space
changbin... letting go of his tight restraint, and locking you down helplessly under his heavy weight.
a sudden, heavy wave of heat pooled low in your stomach, making your thighs press together instinctively.
"i mean — yeah, he really is a softie," you murmured, your voice dropping a little as your eyes drifted toward the kitchen doorway.
you bit your lower lip, watching his massive silhouette through the frame. "i never really thought about him like that. he’s just always so careful because he loves me. but — hearing you say it, god — that actually sounds... really good."
"right ? trust me, there is no way a guy built like that doesn't know exactly how to take charge," she teased, clearly enjoying the breathless hitch in your reaction.
"anyway, babes, i've gotta run — let's catch up in person soon ! i'll get you those chocolates you love."
"i'll hold you onto that ! " you giggled, "let's meet soon, babes." you spoke, lowering the phone but keeping it pressed tight against your chest as you hung up.
your heart was hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against your ribs. you adored his sweetness — it was your favorite thing about him — but now that the image of a dominant, unyielding changbin was planted in your head, it refused to leave.
it was hot, intoxicating, and it made you crave something you hadn't even realized you were missing. you wanted to see that side of him. you wanted to know what it felt like to completely lose control to him.
you slowly walked over to the kitchen threshold, leaning your shoulder against the wooden frame to watch him finish up dinner.
changbin was standing by the stove, his back completely turned to you. he was wearing a simple, fitted black tank top — an absolute crime of a shirt that did nothing to hide the sheer breadth of his shoulders, or the thick heavy taper of his waist.
every time he moved, the dense muscle of his back shifted beautifully under the fabric, his heavy biceps flexing with the slightest movement. he was pure, raw power, built like a brick wall and capable of easily lifting you with a single hand.
but as you stood there taking him in, you noticed the rhythm of his cooking had completely stopped.
his large hands were resting flat on the counter, and those wide shoulders were locked tight. a sharp, undeniable line of tension ran straight down his spine.
the warm, crinkling smile that always softened his fierce silhouette was completely missing. instead, his jaw was set so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek, and his dark eyes were hooded, fixed entirely on yours with a heavy, dangerous intensity you had never seen directed at you before. it made your chest tighten instantly, your breath catching in your throat.
"binnie ?" you asked softly, a sudden flutter of nerves mixing with the deep, heavy ache in your belly. "is everything okay ?"
slowly, deliberately, he turned around.
he didn't say a word. he just reached down and slowly clicked the stove knob off, cutting the low hum of the flame. the sudden silence in the apartment made your pulse spike.
he took one slow, heavy step toward you, then another, his massive frame completely crowding your vision as he shut down the remaining distance between you until he was looming over you.
"who was that on the phone baby ?" his voice dropped an octave, a low, gravelly rumble so deep it vibrated straight against your ribs.
"just... my best friend," you breathed, your spine pressing flush against the doorframe as he stepped directly into your personal space, his heat radiating off him in waves.
"and what exactly is it that sounds so good ?" changbin didn't touch you yet, but his massive shadow completely buried you against the wall.
his gaze dropped to your lips, tracking the way they parted as you gasped, then locked back onto your eyes, fierce and unblinking. "something about me pinning you down ? wanting to see me take control ?"
a fierce rush of blood turned your cheeks completely crimson. he had heard every single word.
"i was just talking to her, i didn't think —"
"you think i don't want to ?" he cut you off, his voice dropping even lower, rough, dominant, and commanding. he finally reached out, his thick, calloused fingers gripping your chin with an absolute authority that forced your head back, making you look directly into his dark gaze.
"i spend every single second with you keeping my hands light because i love you so much. i play nice and hold myself back because you're the most precious thing in the world to me. but if you're standing out there admitting that you want me to take charge..."
his thumb pressed firmly against your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly as his eyes darkened completely, stripping away the gentle boyfriend act entirely. "if you're ready to see that side of me, princess, you better be ready for the weight of it."
before you could even draw a breath to reply, changbin’s hands slid down, locking like iron bands right beneath your thighs. with one sharp, effortless pull, he hoisted you completely off the kitchen floor. you gasped, your hands flying to his broad shoulders as your legs instinctively caught around his thick waist.
he slammed your back hard against the hallway wall, his dense chest pressing you so hard into the plaster you could feel the heavy, erratic thud of his heart matching your own.
"changbin—"
"quiet," he muttered, nipping fiercely at your bottom lip, a sharp, possessive bite that had you whining against his mouth. his large fingers dug deep into the flesh of your thighs, anchoring you firmly against his hips so you could feel the rigid proof of how much he wanted you.
"you wanted to see what it's like when i take control. you got it. from right now, you don't get to ask me to slow down, and you don't get a break. you're entirely mine tonight. understand ?"
you could only nod, your fingers clutching blindly at the fabric of his tank top, completely consumed by the heavy, dominant heat radiating off him. a slow, satisfied smirk broke the hard line of his face as he carried you effortlessly down the dark hall toward the bedroom.
changbin placed you on the bed, the mattress bouncing under you as you found him looking at you. his eyes still carried the same love for you, just dipped in a need that had surfaced after hearing those words falling from your lips.
he had heard you whispering under your breath, as if the mere thought had your brain reeling.
"pin m-me down.... t-take absolute control ?"
and hearing you say those words ? it had already altered his brain chemistry.
his pretty pillow princess wanted to be pinned down ? wanted to be dominated ? wanted to be controlled ?
oh, he could absolutely do that for you.
before you could process any movement, your legs are splayed wide open and in between them, sat kneeling your boyfriend.
"you wanted to be controlled ? you'll get what you ask for princess."
as your dress got hiked up, changbin pulled your panties aside and in an instant, two thick fingers filled your pussy. a loud, broken gasp tore from your throat, your back instantly arching off the sheets.
it was so sudden. so thick.
you weren't used to him being this blunt, this heavy, and the sheer fullness of him stretching you open made your mind go completely blank. your hands flew straight to his chest, fingers twisting into his black tank top just to stay grounded.
"changbin, h-ha..." you breathed out, your hips shuddering completely against his knuckles.
"fuck — soaking f'me baby ? didn't know princess wanted to lose control that bad — just lay pretty for me now hm ? i'm gonna take so good care of you."
he didn't even give you time to answer. his other hand came down flat against your stomach, his heavy palm anchoring you down into the mattress. he didn't lean away — he loomed right over you, his broad chest blocking out the entire bedroom, trapping you completely under his massive frame.
then, he started to move.
he pushed his fingers in deep, curling them hard against your sweet spot with a relentless, heavy rhythm. you let out a high whine, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to move with him, but his grip on your waist tightened, locking you completely in place. he was a literal wall of muscle between your thighs, utterly unbothered by how much you were trembling beneath him.
"look at you," changbin rumbled, his voice dropping into that dark, gravelly register that made your core clench. his eyes were hooded, fixed entirely on your face as he watched your cheeks flush, your lips part, and your eyes flutter shut. "so tight for me. you love this, don't you ?"
"y-yes... bin, please," you whimpered, completely helpless against the friction, the heavy ache inside you building so fast it was making your vision blur.
"i'm not letting you go yet," he whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck, his fingers driving into you faster, harder, completely overriding your senses. "you wanted absolute control, princess. now just stay still and take it for me."
you clawed onto his thick biceps, completely drunk on the pleasure of this new persona of his. but there was one thing you were still craving. his cock.
"bin — fuck please — nghhh"
changbin curled his fingers deep, his fingertips directly kissing the spongy part in your sopping pussy, cupping it in place making you squirm helplessly against his heavy hand.
"what princess ? you saying something ?"
"mmmpf fuck bin — n-need your cock — p-please baby"
"as you wish princess," he said.
his clothes were quickly forgotten, discarded blindly in the dark room until he stood between your legs again. the thick mushroom tip of his cock slightly nestled between your puffy folds, twitching against your heat.
"you wanted to be pinned, princess ? now take it like a good girl, hm ?"
changbin's hands came down, locking like iron bands around your wrists and pinning them securely above your head, completely trapping you beneath him. before you could even catch your breath, he thrust his cock into you in one full go.
jesus fucking christ.
you were so full, every single nerve of yours screaming his name. the feeling was entirely too overwhelming, a pure, stretching ache that completely shattered your mind. he was buried right up to the hilt, the blunt tip kissing your cervix as you arching your back off the sheets.
"ahhh! f-fuck, bin—ngh-ahhh... yes, right there!" you screamed out, a loud, breathless moan tearing from your throat, your toes curling tight into the mattress.
"fuck, you're so warm," changbin groaned, his voice dropping into a rough, feral rumble as he held your wrists down harder, his massive frame heaving against yours.
the heavy, unyielding weight of him came down fully, burying you beneath his chest as he began to move. there was no hesitation this time, no holding back. changbin held your wrists pinned tight above your head, his thick fingers locking you down effortlessly as he pulled back and drove right back into you, hard and deep.
the bed frame groaned against the wall with the sudden, bruising force of his first real thrust.
he was absolutely railing you into the mattress, a relentless, heavy rhythm that had your hips shaking and your head banging back into the pillows with every single strike. he was pure, dense power, his massive thighs crashing against yours with a loud, wet smack that echoed through the quiet bedroom.
his cock drove into you again.
and again.
and again.
it was a brutal, unyielding pace, stretching you out completely until each of his thick veins was deeply imprinted on your gummy walls. the friction was intense, a white-hot spark traveling straight from your core to your brain.
"oh fuck... mmmh, b-bin —" you broke apart under him, your head tossing wildly on the pillow as you tried to swallow the thick wave of heat rolling over you. "too much, it's — nghh — too good..."
"look at me," changbin growled, a low, demanding rumble against your ear that had your eyes flying open. his face was flushed, his jaw tight, but his gaze was still dripping with that same fierce affection. he leaned down, pressing a hard, possessive kiss to your lips before drawing back to look deep into your eyes. "look at me, princess. you are whose tonight, hm ? tell me."
"y-yours... ah ! fuck, i'm yours !"
"damn right," he groaned, his eyes darkening as he gripped your wrists even tighter, pinning them flush against the headboard while he threw his weight into another brutal, deep thrust that hit your sweet spot perfectly.
you let out a loud, shattered moan, your entire body trembling as he completely took over your senses, driving you straight to heaven.
he was fucking you so well, so incredibly hard, but even in the middle of the rough, bruising pace, his touch carried that undeniable soft-dom care. his chest rubbed against yours, his large body completely enveloping you, protecting you from the very pace he was creating between your legs.
"you're mine, yea ? my pretty princess," changbin whispered roughly, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as he nipped at your pulse point, his hips never slowing down for a single second. "i've wanted you like this for so long. take it all for me, baby. just take it."
he didn't give you a single second to recover. his hips kept pounding into yours, a steady, punishing heat that had your inner muscles clamping around him in tight, desperate waves. he kept your arms locked up high, using his absolute physical dominance to set the pace, making sure you felt every single ounce of his massive frame.
he was completely taking control, pinning you down so hard you couldn't move an inch, forcing you to just lay pretty and absorb the sheer size of him. you were right on the edge, your whole body wound up so tight it ached, completely helpless under the weight of his relentless thrusts.
"bin — i'm gonna... f'fuck, i'm crashing," you sobbed out, your fingers clutching blindly at the sheets as your hips tilted up instinctively, begging for that final push.
"cum for me, princess, drench my cock." he commanded, his voice raw and completely frayed.
he picked up the pace, his thick thighs slamming into yours even harder, driving deep and fast into your slick heat. that was the breaking point. your core clenched around him violently as a massive, blinding orgasm tore through you. you screamed his name, your eyes rolling back as your entire body shook with the release, your inner walls squeezing him in tight, rhythmic spasms.
hearing you shatter under him was exactly what pushed him over. changbin let out a deep, guttural growl, his muscles locking tight as he drove inside you one last time, burying himself to the absolute hilt. his head buried into the crook of your neck, his chest heaving violently as he filled you completely, his own release hitting him so hard his whole massive frame trembled against yours.
he stayed there for a long moment, buried deep inside you, his heartbeat hammering a frantic rhythm right against your chest as the aftershocks slowly rippled through both of you.
finally, he let out a long, ragged breath and eased himself down, pulling out of you with a soft grunt and collapsing onto the mattress right beside you. the heavy, intense friction was gone, leaving your body tingling and completely spent as you both tried to catch your breath in the quiet room.
changbin rolled onto his side, tugging you close until your back was flush against his chest. his big arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you into his warmth as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of your neck. all that heavy, dominant energy had completely vanished, replaced by the familiar, sweet boyfriend who just wanted to hold you.
he rubbed his hand up and down your side, his touch gentle as he looked down at your dazed face. a lazy, playful smirk tugged at his lips.
"so what next ? you want to be manhandled ?"
well, that does sound nice, doesn't it ?
kysa's note: here with the first bin fic and i became very passionate about this (edited this too many times so i'm just finally putting it out) lemme know what you think about it, xoxo !
i’m done. literally done. this man is my kryptonite. please write “death by big, beefy hot man” on my death certificate. my family will know. nothing like a changbin smutty fic to cure my sore throat. now i need him to get my throat sore again, if you catch my drift 😏
amazing writing bby, now kiss me until i’m feeling better 🤭
it's your birthday! so you spend it with your eight idiot (lovingly) boyfriends
pairing: poly!skz x fem!reader
genre: smau, humor
content: the gc throughout the day of your birthday, loveable idiots, chan has the braincell, slightly suggestive at times
ss: 14
a/n: happy birthday to meeee <3 i hope you all enjoy!! come back and read it on your birthday 🙂↕️
♡ m.list
that's what you said to minho as you settled in the passenger seat.
the air in the car was still humming with the bass from the party, a dull throb in the back of your head that matched the irritation bubbling in your chest.
it had all started with the way he’d leaned over you at the dinner table just to grab a glass, lingering long enough for his chest to brush your shoulder, or the way he kept whispering those low, suggestive critiques directly into your ear.
he had been poking at your patience all night, a silent game to see how long you'll last until you snap — and by the time you finally reached the car, you were wound tighter than a spring. you were pissed, fueled by the sheer frustration of him being so composed while you were a mess and proceeding to do nothing about it. so when he reached over with that sweet little reminder to put your seatbelt on, you hit your limit.
"fuck you !"
the words were out before you could even think of filtering them. you looked at him, eyes narrowed, the words sharp enough to cut through the heavy tension in the car. it was meant to be a bite, a way to reclaim some ground after he had spent the last four hours dismantling your composure with nothing but lingering stares and those comments only you could hear.
minho didn’t flinch.
he didn’t even look surprised.
instead, he let out a short, dry laugh that sounded more like a huff of air, his grip tightening just a fraction on the steering wheel. he kept his eyes on the road, the rhythmic sweep of the wipers the only sound filling the silence your outburst left behind.
"is that an invitation ?"
he asked, his tone deceptively light, though the way his jaw flexed told a different story.
h-how dare he —
you went to snap back, but the retort died in your throat as he shifted to look at you properly. the teasing smirk was gone. in its place was that focused, heavy expression that always made your heart do a frantic double-tap against your ribs.
the teasing smirk he had donned all night was gone. in its place was that focused, heavy expression that always made your heart do a frantic double-tap against your ribs.
"because i was just thinking about your safety," he murmured, leaning over the center console until he was deep in your personal space, the scent of his skin suddenly everywhere. "but if you’d rather spend the rest of the drive being difficult, i can think of much better ways to keep you occupied."
minho reached out, his fingers grazing the skin of your neck as he grabbed the seatbelt again, pulling it across you slowly — deliberately — until the metal tab clicked into the lock by your hip. he didn't pull away immediately, staying close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek.
"now," he whispered, his eyes dropping to your mouth for one excruciating second. "do you want to try saying that again ?"
you should have stopped.
you should have just looked away.
but the way his eyes were darkening was like a dare you couldn't pass up. you tilted your chin, meeting his gaze with a stubborn heat.
"i said, fuck. you."
the shift was instant. minho didn't move his face, but his hand slid down from the belt, his palm heavy and warm as it settled on your thighs. you could feel your heartbeat racing as his fingers grazed the skin near the hem of your skirt.
"careful," he murmured, his thumb moving in a slow, punishing circle that made your breath hitch curl. "you're acting like you want me to do exactly that right here in the front seat."
instead of pulling his hand away, minho shifted the car into gear with his free hand, the engine purring as he began to pull out of the lot. his eyes moved to the road, but his grip stayed firm, his palm hot against your skin as he drove with one hand, leaving you breathless pinned under his touch for the ride home.
as the car turned onto the main road, minho's fingers slid higher, hooking under the hem of your skirt. you let out a choked sound, your thighs clamping together instinctively, but he only pressed harder, his knuckles grazing the sensitive heat of your inner thigh.
"minho," you breathed, a warning that ended up sounding more like a plea.
he didn't look at you. he just tightened his grip on the wheel, the speedometer climbing. his thumb found the lace of your underwear, dragging across it with a slow, agonizing friction that made your head roll back against the headrest.
"i'm driving," he reminded you, his voice a low, rough rasp that vibrated in your chest. "and you need to learn to behave, princess."
he glanced at you then, a sharp, dark flash of gold in his eyes as he pressed two fingers firmly against your center.
you whimpered, instinctively arching into his touch despite trying to keep your wall up, the friction sending a jagged spark of heat straight to your core. but as soon as you leaned in, he pulled away. the sudden cold was jarring, leaving you suspended and aching, your mouth falling open to ask — to beg — for him to come back.
before you could get a word out, his hand was back, but not to soothe. he reached over and flipped the fabric of your skirt up in one clean motion, exposing you to the cool air of the cabin and the intermittent flashes of passing streetlights.
the dark, damp patch blooming against the silk of your panties was impossible to miss.
"this is your punishment, isn't it ?" he chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. "i'm just being a gentleman, and you decided to get this wet?"
he didn't wait for an answer. he hooked a finger into the side of your underwear, tugging the fabric and the string of glistening slick to the side. his gaze remained fixed on the road, his profile sharp and unforgiving, but his hand was busy.
without warning, he landed a soft, stinging smack right against your heat.
the contact jolted you, his palm connecting squarely with your swollen clit. a sharp gasp caught in your throat, your hips jumping off the seat as the sensation flooded your nerves.
"you're gonna be a brat, hm ?" he murmured, his thumb now finding that sensitive peak and pinning it down with a heavy, steady pressure. "when i take such good care of you ? can't take a little teasing when you've been testing me all night ?"
he increased the speed of the car, the engine's hum matching the frantic thrumming between your legs.
"hands back on the headrest," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous frequency. "i want to see exactly how much of a mess you are while i finish this drive."
your fingers scrambled for purchase on the headrest behind you, nails digging in as he applied a rhythmic, punishing pressure with his thumb. the interior of the car felt like a furnace now, the scent of your own arousal mixing with the leather and the rain.
"minho, please —"
"please what ?" he countered, his voice smooth as silk but twice as sharp. he didn't even look over, navigating a turn with effortless precision while his hand stayed anchored between your thighs. "you had so much to say five minutes ago. where’s all that energy now ?"
he shifted his weight, his fingers sliding deeper into the folds of your pussy, dragging that trail of slick higher. he was relentless, his touch a perfect contradiction — firm enough to bruise but light enough to keep you on the agonizing edge of a cliff.
every time the car accelerated, he pressed harder, mirroring the momentum of the engine.
"look at you," he mused, a dark smirk finally tugging at the corner of his mouth as he caught your reflection in the rearview mirror. your head was thrown back, throat exposed, chest heaving against the constraint of the seatbelt he’d so "thoughtfully" fastened for you.
"so loud for someone who wanted to be difficult."
he suddenly pulled his hand away entirely, the loss of contact making you whimper out loud, a pathetic, broken sound that filled the cabin. your hips followed his retreating hand — a silent, desperate plea for him to finish what he started.
"don't move," he commanded, his voice dropping into that dangerous register that made your skin prickle. "if you're going to be a brat, you're going to have to sit there and take what i give."
he didn't look at you as he spoke, his gaze fixed on the road. "take them off. now."
your heart was hammering against your ribs. with shaking fingers, you fumbled under your skirt, sliding the damp silk down until you could kick them onto the floorboards. the cool air hitting your wet skin made you shiver, the vulnerability of being bare under your skirt while he sat there so composed making your head spin.
minho reached over, his hand finding your thigh again. he moved slowly, his fingers parting your folds with agonizing care, tracing the rim of your pussy hole until you were twisting in your seat. then, without a word of warning, he buried two fingers deep inside you in one heavy thrust.
you gasped, your back arching off the leather, but the seatbelt held you tight, the strap digging into your chest and pinning you right onto his hand. it felt incredible — the restriction of the belt keeping you from escaping the depth of him.
he looked so hot, one hand casually on the steering wheel, his jaw clenching as he felt how sopping you were.
"fuck, min... just like that," you groaned, your head lolling back. "m'so full — nghhh."
"you like that ? being stretched for me ?" he grumbled, the sound dark and satisfied. he began to curl his fingers, hooking them inside you. "touch yourself. i want to see you do it while i’m inside you."
you obeyed instantly, your thumb rubbing frantically against your clit. your walls were fluttering around his fingers, desperate and tight. "fuckfuckfuck — minho please..."
"legs up," he ordered. "on the dash. spread them wide for me."
as you hitched your legs up, opening yourself completely, you saw he’d rolled his sleeve up. his forearm was decorated with veins that flexed with every movement. the sight of his strong arm disappearing between your thighs made your stomach flip.
the car slowed at a red light. he turned his head, watching you properly, his fingers never stopping. the tension was building into something unbearable. you were whining, small whimpers escaping with every breath. "mhmmm, nghh... it's too much..."
"it's exactly enough," he whispered.
suddenly, he shoved a third finger in, stretching you to your limit before he went fast — snap, snap, snap — against your g-spot.
the world narrowed. you lost it, your body seizing as you squirted, the heat bursting out of you in a frantic, pulsing spray. you watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as the juices splattered across his hand and soaked into the dark fabric of his rolled-up sleeve.
minho’s eyes blew wide, a low, guttural growl escaping his throat as he felt the sheer volume of you. he didn't pull away; he watched the liquid glisten on his skin with a look of pure, primal pride. his grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, his breath coming in heavy, jagged sync with yours.
"fuck," he hissed, his thumb catching a stray drop of you from his wrist and bringing it to his lips. "look what you did to my shirt."
he looked at your flushed, wrecked face, a dark smirk returning.
"good girl," he murmured, his fingers giving one last, possessive squeeze inside you. "i think you've learned your lesson for tonight."
the light turned green, and he shifted back into gear, his hand staying heavy and soaked between your thighs for the rest of the drive.
kysa's note: hello bbs ! minho driving gets me so down bad, i just had to put out this quick drabble. i have another member's worth of content for driving so which member would you like ? lemme know your thoughts in the comments below — hope you enjoy .ᐟ xoxo
that was so hot. likeeeee…???? flabbergasted? need him knuckle deep right now. also he needs to pull the fuck over because there’s no way i’m not giving him head after that. oops.
tldr—kink and fantasy unlocked. thank you fiancée 🫨
it was the only thing you knew you had always wanted, something you had trained for, excelled at and frankly, loved more than words. coming in every day to the young children who were so starry eyed and excited to play, learn their phonetics and see you felt fulfilling in ways you couldn’t explain to anyone else.
everyone knew you as the sweet, pretty teacher who decorated her classroom with all of her free time. you were a miss honey in the living flesh, with cute dresses and cardigans, your hair falling in even sweeter waves, big eyes hidden away behind a pair of glasses. the only way to really describe you was adorable, you were so easy to love.
you had an adamant rule that you weren’t allowed to have favourites, as it went against every moral code in your heart, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. little arin was perhaps the cutest little four year old you had ever come across, with manners, big sparkling eyes and an even lovelier disposition. you heart practically sang whenever she raised her hand to answer a question, or when you’d see her jumping around so cutely.
tonight was parents evening, and you knew you had a long stretch ahead, with some parents being more difficult to handle than others. you were often blamed for tiny things, and though that was just the life of a teacher, it still stung when you knew you gave it your absolute all. regardless, you put on a brave face as you set up your station in the large hall, watching other teachers do the same.
“you sorted?” your best friend, and colleague, yejin asked beside you, stacks of books propped on her hip as she approached your desk.
looking up, you gave her a grin. “yeah, even put sweets out this year. hope that means everyone’ll be nice this time.”
“i still stand by the fact anyone that can be mean to you is a psychopath.” she scoffed with a shake of her head, pushing a strand away from your face. “you got a big line up?”
“yeah, all the parents are coming. arin’s can’t make it, but i think they said her uncle will be attending instead.” you hummed, propping a sweet in your mouth.
she hummed too, putting her books down at the station beside yours. “lucky. i’ve had three drop outs already. can’t wait for them to get annoyed in two weeks because they feel misinformed on their child’s education.”
you laughed, shaking your head at her typically snarky behaviour.
the next few minutes were dedicated to making sure each of you tables were organised, so that parents could come to you during their allocated slots. yours, of course, stood out from the others, with a meticulous level of care going into all of your decorations. your kids loved coming with their parents for that sole reason, and you found that any tension from the adults were always lessened at the sight of effort being put in.
student books were organised alphabetically so they could have a look through, with examples of some of the work you had been teaching. colourful, phonics flashcards sat bundled in ribbon, with the children’s latest paintings all hung up behind and in front of you.
time began to trickle on rather quickly, with parents coming in and leaving, most polite, asking all of the right questions, but of course some left snide remarks. always something along the lines of their badly behaved children deserved better treatment, or that they wanted more attention, despite you doing every possible thing to do exactly that already.
by the time the night was winding down, you grimaced, looking at the time. it was late, with most teachers having finished up, but you still had one little student left. you reached for her file, heart already fond at the sight of her name.
“your little shadow’s next.” yejin teased quietly to you, packing up her own things.
you smiled with a shake of your head, not looking up as you prepared for your final appointment, crossing something out. you were told two weeks in advance that arin’s parents couldn’t attend, due to some family matter out of town, meaning her uncle would take their place. you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you, jaemin? juyeon? junghwan?
you were pulled from your thoughts as a small shadow loomed over your desk, your eyes peering up to meet large orbs adorned with the shyest of smiles.
“hi miss.” she waved, cheeks already red, cute hair pulled into pigtails similarly to how she always wore it.
“hello sweetheart. your dress looks so pretty!” you cooed, giving her a small high five to which she excitedly jumped to reach, causing you to smile. “mm.. uncle kook bought it yesterday for me.”
“that was so nice of him!” you nodded along, and as she turned in circles to show you properly, another looming shadow appeared.
this time, it completely engulfed you, with the scent of pine and musk hitting your nose almost instantly. your brain took a moment to catch up as it breathed in the intoxicating smell, your own large eyes peering up to meet those who you assumed was arin’s uncle.
oh.
oh.
whatever you had expected..this? this was not it.
dark hair, darker eyes, milky skin with piercings adorning his features, tattoos pouring down his arm as his t-shirt sat comfortably on his body. despite it being oversized, it did nothing to hide the pure size of him - shoulders broader than you had ever seen on anyone, chest puffed, height towering over you with ease.
a nasty part of your brain that you kept hidden away wondered what it would feel like to be between his biceps as he pushed tight.
worst of all, it looked like he was examining you too. you wished you could say he was doing it in a polite way, but with the way his eyebrows were pulled tight, his lips parted, his eyes trailing up and down you slowly, as though he was hungry..there was no civility in the way he devoured you.
you were polar opposites.
you, in your sweet cardigan and flowery skirt, hair tucked behind your ears and glasses pushed up your nose - you were picture perfect, exactly as his niece had described.
when jungkook’s sister had asked him to look after arin whilst her and her husband went to visit her in laws, he was more than happy to do so, loving her more than words. what he hadn’t realised was how excited she’d be to go to school every morning, with minute long rambles about the pretty teacher with the even prettier smile who wore cute dresses and made her hair all nice.
it was hard for his intrigue not to build after a while, especially once she had come one day almost screaming about how badly she wanted a strawberry dress because you too had worn one that day. he had taken her out immediately, closing his tattoo shop, and got to work, scouring every shop until he had managed to score one - to which she demanded she’d get to wear it for parents evening to properly show you.
seeing you now, all doe eyed and heart lipped, jungkook realised you were everything she had described and so much more. oh, you were sweet alright, the seconds long interaction with arin proved enough, but the decorations around you, your outfit, your demeanour, your voice. god, your voice.
you were a fucking problem.
for a moment, neither of you spoke, which in any other circumstance would have been entirely awkward, and yet you both stayed slightly rooted. somehow you both needed those beats of silence to really absorb one another, as though you were both slightly reeling from shock.
a scrape of a chair somewhere in the hall brought you back to life.
“oh..” you pushed your glasses up your nose, cheeks heating as you realised you had been staring. your brain failed to recognise he was still doing so. “i’m sorry..you must be..?”
he nearly grunted at the sound of your voice directed at him, liking it too much already.
“jungkook.”
you wanted to shudder, feeling almost humiliated by the reaction you were having to him. you peered down, watching as he extended his hand almost instantly towards you.
with a slightly shaking touch, your hands connected, his fingers swallowing your own whole. your limb was hidden within his in an almost comical way, your eyes connecting once more as sparks fluttered all over you over a mere touch. you felt like a school girl.
warm, calloused fingers, adorned with tattooes, caressed your own slightly, so gently you wondered whether you were imagining it, although it lasted so briefly. he didn’t let go until it began to border on confusion, slowly dropping your hand just as you spoke.
“miss y/l/n.” you managed.
“i know.” he responded almost immediately.
you didn’t catch the way his hand flexed beside him, still relishing your touch.
of course he knew. he was a man, after all, and after the first few times his niece proclaimed her love for her pretty teacher, his curiosity grew a million. seeing you now, it was very quickly making sense.
it was just something about you. you were lodging under his skin.
arin, oblivious to you both, tugged on his sleeve for his attention, pushing him towards the seats in front of the desk.
something in your chest bloomed at the sight of him so obedient to her, as he immediately listened, sitting down in the much smaller chair. it was endearing to see such an intimidating man folding for her with ease, and even sweeter watching her climb up onto his lap before he had even settled.
his arms caged her in protectively before looking up at you, the two making an adorable duo, something that had your heart utterly melting. she clearly adored her uncle, and he too was enamoured by her.
“well,” you said, forcing yourself back to reality, sitting down and reaching for her work folder. “shall we talk about this little one?”
“please.”
he leaned forward slightly, the change in position causing a small flush on your cheeks. his scent was intense.
“she’s doing beautifully.” you pulled out her phonetic workbook. “especially in reading, she’s picking things up quickly and really showing signs of independence. she’s choosing the books she wants to read, and they’re varying in difficulty which is always great to see.”
arin shyly hid her face in his chest, a sight so adorable you wanted to scream.
you smiled. “why don’t you tell your uncle what word you read all by yourself today?”
a pause. then, quietly..
“caterpillar.”
your smile only grew as you clapped your hands lightly, so pleased with her progress. “yes!”
her smile matched yours before peering up almost excitedly to gage his reaction.
“you didn’t tell me that, bug.”
jungkook was leaning down at her, face so soft, so unguarded, that it was hard to forget he had been looking at you non stop for the past several minutes, as though he was imagining every single possible sin.
“forgot.” she hummed back at him, causing him to laugh quietly, planting a kiss to her nose before murmuring something about how proud he was.
your stomach did something silky at the sound.
god, were you ovulating?
you leaned back, ignoring the flush in your cheeks and the shake of your fingers, pulling out work sheets, early writing, drawings she had made, even the class project she had contributed with. you were surprised at how eager he was, asking questions with genuine care, all whilst arin played with his hands, cuddling into him casually.
“she’s struggling to speak up in groups?” he grunted a little. “only a little, at the beginning. she warms up quickly, but she’s quite hesitant at first.” you nodded.
“is that a bad thing?” he asked quietly, as a means to not let her hear in case it was.
to that, you shook your head immediately. “no, not at all. some children just like to listen first, it’s quite natural. they like to assess before they leap in, it’s a safety thing.”
his eyes met yours once more at that, his lips pursing. “safe.” he repeated.
he tasted the word as though it had kept out of your own mouth and into his own, as though he could savour you with a single 4 letter combination. the way he assessed you then almost made you feel self conscious, as you watched his eyes trickle down from your own, to your lips, your neck, your chest, before trailing all the way back up.
your pulse skipped. your fingers were really restless now.
“her favourite lesson is art by far. her drawings are so sweet, she often takes them home for her parents. she’s working on a big project right now, with some of the older children, for the school library.”
“doing a butterfly, uncle koo.” she murmured, leaping at the opportunity to tell him. “it’s blue and pink.”
“yeah?” he hummed down at her, brushing her hair away from her face. “bet yours is the best one.”
to that she giggled loudly, as though he had said the funniest thing on the planet, a small but sure smirk forming on his face at her reaction. you smiled yourself, finding the two sweeter than most.
“she loves butterflies.” you added softly, as you took out some more drawings. “she tends to go out near the bushes during free play, or she’s near the nature corner trying to rescue something.”
jungkook was fucking enamoured by you. your small little smile, the way your lips pulled back to reveal such sweetness. a guy like him didn’t feel like this - this was odd. unheard of. confusing.
“rescue something?” his eyebrows raised.
“worms, mostly.”
his mouth twitched. “sounds like her.”
arin looked up with a small pout, still playing with one of his silver rings. “one was hurt.”
“i know bug, you told me.” he assured.
“she asked to put it into a shoebox. she brought leaves, twigs, made little breathing holes.”
this earned you a larger smile on his face as he let out a soft laugh, something that nearly had your breath taken away. he completely transformed, as though it was the loveliest thing he had ever heard.
“yeah? did it survive?” there was a teasing tilt to his tone.
“for three lovely days. you held a funeral for mr worm, didn’t you arin?” you hummed lightly down at her, to which she nodded immediately, jungkook closing his eyes momentarily as a huff of amusement left him.
you couldn’t help but watch him almost eagerly as he again, murmured something down at her, to which she smiled bashfully. he was all hard edges, tattooed and pierced, and yet he was putty for his adorable niece.
“she’s sensitive, definitely, which isn’t a bad thing whatsoever but it does mean socially she’s still catching up.” you softly proceeded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. jungkook watched it. “she’s made some lovely friendships this year, and they’re really solidifying.”
“yeah, she keeps mentioning a yuna..”
you brightened. “yes! they’re really inseparable at the minutes it’s so, so cute!”
“she also tells me she likes when you read stories.” he added.
you blinked at him softly, tilting your head with a slight hum of confusion.
“said something about different voices. she keeps asking me to read her sleeping beauty.”
you let out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head. “some of the girls have been coming in during their play time and asking to be read a book. they’re on a princess kick at the moment.”
to that, he huffed in amusement once more. “yeah, she keeps telling me to get out. something about her prince charming will wake her up.”
“he will.” she grumbled a little quietly in his arms, to which you smiled widely.
“i’m happy you like them.” you redirected, happy that your students were enjoying reading enough to enact it at home.
“curious about these different voices.” jungkook interested, eyebrow raised. “show me.”
“show..you?”
“what, that bad?”
you laughed, unable to hold it in. “dreadful.”
“now i really need to see.” he couldn’t help the mischievous glint in his eyes, still too busy being enamoured by you to stop staring so openly.
“i’m not doing voices at parents evening.” you continued to laugh, shaking your head, but the pink glow on your cheeks gave you away.
“a shame. i’ll be thinking about it tonight.” he murmured casually, as though he wasn’t openly telling you that you’d be on his mind.
your stomach flipped.
before you could even conjure up a response, arin suddenly tugged a folded piece of paper your way, almost buzzing with excitement as she peered up at her uncle momentarily too.
“look, miss!”
you smiled automatically at her, unfolding it with a quiet “what’s this?”, stretching out the paper to see.
and immediately, you froze.
a drawing, one of her many cute ones of course. the sun in the corner a stark yellow, the green of the grass at the bottom alongside the lovely house in the background. in the middle of the paper stood arin, in her cute dress and pigtails, both of her parents by either side, with a large love heart above their heads. what had you shaken, however, were the two figures to the side, also holding hands, one that resembled her uncle a little too well, and the other? one look and you knew that was you.
above you both sat an even bigger red heart.
you couldn’t have even played the plausible deniability card, considering both figured were labelled with a terrible scrawl of “miss” and “koo”, further causing you to inhale sharply.
“arin..” you choked out.
she simply ignored your state, pointing and labelling everything. “this is mummy and daddy and that’s me, and that’s our house and this is you miss, and this is uncle koo and we all live together.” she rambled.
your eyes were widening as you made the mistake of looking up directly to jungkook, unsure of what to say or do. he, however, seemed absolutely enamoured by the picture, focusing directly on the both of you.
“yeah? what’s this, bug?” he asked her, pointing at the massive love heart.
“means love.” she casually snuggled into his chest, as though it was completely normal. in the case of a four year old, that much felt true.
his lips lifted at the corners, in clear satisfaction. “you did good. let’s put it on my fridge when we get home, yeah?”
you let out a small little noise, as though what you were hearing was utter madness disguised in a bow. he was staring at the drawing in a way that had you genuinely confused, as though he was considering it to be a reality, as though he hadn’t just met you mere minutes ago.
as though it represented something so much bigger.
“she likes stories..” you managed, trying to make the mood a little lighter out of embarrassment.
he finally peered up at you, eyes so much darker than usual. “she’s observant.”
you weren’t sure what to say, your shaking fingers now in your lap as yejin quietly watched from the desk over, practically enamoured by the sexual tension radiating off of both of you. you were bewildered, thrown off your professional course as you simply went blank, all thoughts gone of out of the window.
thank god, arin, your saving grace, yawned loudly into jungkook’s chest, pulling you both out of the trance you were ultimately locked in. you watched as he hoisted her onto him more securely, before finally standing up, height completely looming over you in a way that had your gaze slightly glazed over. he wanted to see that look again. desperately.
“thank you for your time. this has been..insightful.” jungkook murmured, just as you stood up, smoothening your skirt.
you were sure your cheeks were on fire at this point, as a mixture of humiliation, curiosity, and frankly, hot need coursed through you at both the sight of him and his words.
“t-thank you for coming.” you stuttered out, nodding lightly, as he simply stood watching you for a few extra moments.
jungkook’s gaze only left yours to trail over you fully now, up and down as though he was savouring the sight of you, his fingers grazing the bottom of your cardigan instinctively, almost desperate to feel the woven strawberries his niece had gushed about so earnestly. he watched your breath hitch, his ego climbing as he realised he had the exact same effect that you were having on him.
oh, he was about to ruin you.
with a good night, you watched him leave, niece resting her chubby face on his shoulder, all whilst you slumped back into your chair, completely exhausted from the interaction. yejin all but leaped towards you, hands on your desk with wide eyes.
“oh. my. fucking. god.” she whispered down at you, to not cause any alarm with other teachers and parents.
you were fucked.
—
the weeks after parents evening were easily some of the most challenging of your adult life so far. to say you were being tested was an understatement, as your integrity of being a teacher came into challenge by none other than jeon jungkook.
you were notified that arin’s parents had to stay back for an additional two weeks, meaning you were seeing him on a minimum twice a day, five days a week. though the interactions were fleeting, both at drop off and pick up time, he took advantage of every seconds.
first came the fleeting touches. he’d watch as you handed the children back to their parent’s, taking the time to speak to each one earnestly, saying your goodbyes to sweet cherubs who would wave eagerly back at you. whenever it was his turn, he watched as your cheeks flushed pink almost immediately, your lips parting, brain malfunctioning in real time.
“pretty dress.” he had said to you once, as his niece bounced over, his fingers lightly grazing your wrist. “i like pink on you.”
“thank you.” you were sure your cheeks were on fire at this point, much to his amusement.
another time, he had grazed his fingers against your wrist, feeling your pulse for a moment too long as you handed him arin’s bookbag, a soft gasp leaving your lips at the contact. judging from his cool and collected demeanour, you assumed he wasn’t as affected as you were, but you couldn’t have been further from the truth.
jungkook’s entire mind had become you. your dresses. your floral perfume. the cute way you’d push up your glasses. there really only was one word to describe you as, and that was adorable - a stark difference to his darker being.
he’d go to work, opening up his tattoo shop, having to take regular breaks during sessions just to smoke a whole fucking pack of cigarettes in hopes you would leave his brain. this wasn’t normal. it wasn’t healthy. he didn’t know you. he didn’t know you. he didn’t know you.
and yet, he knew you. all little arin would do day and night was talk about her lovely teacher, and how excited she was to go to school, how upset she’d be that the weekend was coming. it was hard not to think of someone already stuck in your mind when the world would put them in every direction you’d look in.
he liked hanging back whenever he’d pick her up, too. one time, he had come in late to pick up, the school gate closed, meaning he had to walk through the long way into reception. it took him a while but once he reached your classroom, the sight nearly had him letting out a shaky breath.
his niece, colouring, so adorably, as you cooed down at her, guiding her to do it within the lines, giving her praise all the whilst she beamed.
once he had made his presence known, he stayed behind for another 20 minutes just to speak to you. he wasn’t much of a talker, but he couldn’t help but hover around you, listening as you shyly answered his questions. he felt ridiculous, asking anything just to get your attention, even asking about lesson plans to hear you light up and talk.
jungkook was a domestic man. he didn’t look like one, not with his appearance, all tatted and rough, but he had always wanted a family of his own - one look at you and his breeding kink was already blaring loudly within his ears.
oh, he had big plans for you.
y/n. you’d look good next to him, he thought, all sweet and doe-like. men like him ruined girls like you, but he wanted to be better than that, and be worthy of you. he had his own business, a good place in the city, enough money in the bank to spoil you rotten, a good head on his shoulders. he could offer you stability. could offer you so much and more.
the pair of you were ruined.
half term finally arrived, and it felt like both relief and punishment.
relief, knowing that you were spared jungkook’s presence, allowing your brain to finally exist once more in comfort, without the constant push and pull of how much you wanted him. he had become your personal brand of torture.
punishment, knowing that he was no longer in your presence regularly. arin’s parents had come home earlier than planned, meaning jungkook had simply stopped coming one day, a small frown on your face at the thought.
you had spent the last fortnight in what could only be described as pure anticipation, body learning his schedule before your mind could ever keep up. his heavy presence, his darkening eyes that would watch you with each passing move at exactly 3.15, when the children would finally come out.
he was always on time, always watching, always saying just enough, but never too much. it made it so much worse when you compared it to some of the other dads who flirted casually, openly, directly - jungkook stalked.
there had been the afternoon where he leaned against the doorway to your classroom, watching arin pack up, having stayed behind for an afternoon club. black t-shirt, sweats, hair slightly messy - he looked so good that you had to turn your back to him, leaning up to blutack things onto the wall.
“you always dress like this for work?” he asked you from across the room, heavy gaze following you shamelessly.
you peered over your shoulder nervously. “like what?”
he didn’t respond, tongue in his cheek as he openly checked you out, head tilted before his niece hopped over, shouting out a sweet bye bye to you. you watched as he was pulled away, his eyes hovering over every inch of you, only pulling up to meet your eyes once he was about to properly leave.
you shook your head at the memory.
tonight was different. it felt so much heavier than usual, so much more impactful, and exactly what you needed.
dressed in a dress that was obnoxiously short, you looked at yourself in the club bathroom, eyes dazed, skin slightly sticky from the heat of packed bodies. your body was on show, a complete 180 of what you typically looked like, with alcohol booming through your veins, providing you with a candied reality.
the club pulsed around you as you pulled down your dress at the bottom, pulling your straps up your shoulders to stabilise it over your breasts, you legs on show, your tiny, lacy panties ready to be seen underneath if you even thought of bending over. violet lights sparked in every corner, and though the bathroom was empty, you swore you could still feel everyone around you.
yejin had insisted you go out with her tonight, your other best friend jimin tagging along in the name of a good night.
something along the lines of, “more alcohol and even more bad decisions.”
you had let them dress you, style you, even down to the lack of bra underneath the dress, with him scoffing at the thought, letting out a mutter of how it would ruin the silhouette of the dress.
you were so used to looking like innocence personified that it felt euphoric to finally become sin, and as you entered the club once more, you felt yourself become engulfed in it. you had been here for an hour or so, and already multiple men had hit on you, buying you drinks, going so far as to openly grab you but it did nothing.
none of them compared. none of them were him.
you felt plagued, whining every time your lips touched the rim of a glass, remembering him even in your moment of desperation. you were here to forget him, not to remind yourself of his presence.
oh, but only if you knew.
if only you had looked around you.
if only you had actually opened your eyes.
jeon jungkook rolled his shoulders for the umpteenth time that night, tense, jaw locked and hardened as he watched your scantily dressed body saunter around, hands tied into that of your friends. he watched as you drank your cocktails, rolling your eyes as men tried to approach you, your dainty fingers pushing against their chest with a dismissive look.
who were you?
he hardly recognised you. no, he was used to the strawberry dresses, the flowers you often tucked behind in your ear, the cute dresses that touched your calves, your sweet ballet flats. your eyes would scrunch with each and every smile, head tilting as your hair sat in buns and ponytails.
you right now, however, were not that girl.
there was something sultry imbedded into you, with the way your hair sat so sleek down your back, your skin on show and your giggles hidden behind a manicured hand. god, he had never been harder in his fucking life. his girl, was this really you?
he had every intention of coming to you after half term, to properly ask you out, just like a girl you deserved. seeing you now made his brain malfunction - why the fuck would he wait, when you were right here, right now, all his.
he had been here just as long as you had, and considering this was his friend, jin’s, club, he had been lounging in the vip, nursing a drink. he looked angry, with every person looking at him avoiding him, when in reality he was watching with staggered breath.
there really was nothing casual about the way jungkook watched you.
his friends had long stopped trying to talk to him, with conversations around the vip section becoming static in his ears whilst his world narrowed to the little slip of skin exposed when your dress rose higher as you danced.
he had downed his drink within seconds, with his newest sitting untouched for twenty minutes.
it sat sweating beside his hand, long fingers drumming against the glass, his body restless as he sat, trying to leave you be. he wanted to be respectful. fuck he was trying to do right by you, leave you alone.
namjoon said something, beside him, and yet he couldn’t hear a single word because you were laughing. your head tipped back throat exposed, whilst some stranger took it as ample opportunity to come closer to you, whispering something into your ear.
jungkook’s jaw locked even harder.
“that the teacher?” namjoon asked, with a low whistle as he traced his friend’s eye-line, catching sight of the pretty lady.
he couldn’t answer.
not when you had taken that very moment to turn, and your dress. fuck.
it clung like sin.
all those prim and proper outfit choices felt blasphemous to think about now, especially now that he had seen you in all of your glory. all those sweet, pastel dresses he had spent weeks dreaming about, peeling them off of you inch by inch, were now replaced by the sight of you in front of him, practically naked.
he genuinely couldn’t breathe.
he should have looked away, he owed you that much. instead, his mind became uglier - thoughts of wondering hands, strangled moans, that pretty dress pushed up to your waist. god, he’d ruin you. you’d let him too, from the looks of it.
“you look sick.” jin grumbled as he sat beside his friend, pouring namjoon a drink. “what are you moping about? this isn’t a good look for me, you know.”
“feel worse.” jungkook let out a humourless exhale, rolling his shoulders once more.
the disgusting realisation that he had tried to be good was enough to drive him insane, because that was the problem. he had tried to court you right, respectfully, like you deserved - tried to keep his filthy thoughts of touching something as soft and delicate as you far away, only to walk into a club and find his sweet teacher dressed like every bad thought he had ever had.
he was done. done pretending like he was unaffected, and done pretending like he wasn’t absolutely enamoured by you. he had never felt like this towards anyone in his life, not even the long term relationships he had been in - he didn’t just want you. he wanted to own you.
possessiveness and ownership ran at the forefront of his mind whenever he looked at you, and he knew it was sick, but the part that flickered inside of him whispered into his ear that you wouldn’t mind the idea whatsoever. an even more fucked up part of your mind promised him that you would like it.
every man had his eyes on you and enough was enough. the bartender, the sleazy guys, even the ones with extra money in their pocket - enough. you were his. surely you knew that by now?
he catalogued every single face, making good note of what they looked like before finally standing up in all of his glory, shoulders wide, biceps tense. his chair had lightly scraped, capturing the attention of all of his friends, who watched as he finally began his descent away from the vip section, and right to where you were.
-
you didn’t know where the heat was coming from anymore. the club was warm, the alcohol even warmer as it ran down your throat, rendering you officially tipsy. you were practically on cloud 9, finally able to breathe and enjoy yourself the way you wanted and planned.
something else, however, had began pricking at your senses.
you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
you knew it was ridiculous considering you could actively feel multiple eyes on you, wandering gazes from men who wanted nothing more than to sink their teeth into you but this was different. it felt different.
you tried ignoring it, only to fail, as every few seconds your body kept reacting to something in the unseen, the hidden. your thighs felt restless, your throat tight, your skin far too aware of your surroundings - you blamed it on the tequila.
“you’re flushed!” yejin shouted over the music.
“yeah..i feel really hot.”
jimin laughed. “that’s the point.”
you rolled your eyes at him, pushing his shoulder gently as he twirled you both. you took one last sip of your chilled drink before glancing at the bar.
“i need another.” you groaned, already ready to get drunk, but the lack of liquor was proving to be a problem. “wait, get me one too, i’m about to finish this.” jimin asked, giving you a pearly smile.
you nodded dramatically, before turning to the bar, fighting your way through a sea of people. you could feel hands all over you, and though they weren’t welcome, you weren’t annoyed by them either, as they only added the euphoric state of your mind. you moved around people in a blur of neon and heat, lights flashing down on you harshly before you managed to get to the bar finally.
bass thudded through the floor, so much so that you could feel it in your heels, and through your ribs. you squeezed up to the bar, solidifying yourself a place before politely calling out to one of the bartenders.
nothing. he completely ignored you, causing you to frown, trying once more, earning a passive look before he turned to serve someone else.
you pouted, head tilting in a mixture of tipsied offence and confusion. “rude..”
before you could even conjure up anything else, or try again for that matter, you felt something against you.
a large body pressed against yours, tightly, to which you could feel every ridge, every bite of muscle engulfing you in that very moment until you could do nothing else other than simply gasp. you froze, breath held in your chest, as you watched two large arms snake from either side of you, caging you meanly into the bar with no escape.
you would have recognised those tattoos anywhere.
you froze, your breath completely stalling as you were crowded completely against the bar edge, your front pressed harshly, whilst your back was pushed against heated skin. you were crowded, deliberately, intentionally.
pine. musk. him.
your lips parted before your brain could keep up, just as you felt breath touch your ear.
“that pout for him?”
your knees nearly buckled.
your shaking hands pushed back against him just slightly, enough to turn in his arms and see for your own two eyes whether this truly was a reality. big mistake.
you stood face to face with jungkook, his head dipped low, eyes capturing your own almost instantly. his tattoos were so much clearer under neon lights, his piercings glinting, his eyes so dark, his shoulders so wide. you genuinely couldn’t comprehend this. couldn’t fathom he was here, capturing you so no one else could have a look.
claiming you.
he looked almost offended by how beautiful you looked in that moment, all starry eyed and heart lipped.
“jungkook.” your voice came out shaky, breathless even, so much smaller than intended.
his gaze dragged over your face visibly. over your eyes, down to your nose, dragging against your lips, grunting once he looked down at your body, before coming all the way back up to meet your stare once more.
“baby.”
your stomach flipped so hard you gripped the bar behind you harshly.
“what..what are you doing here?”
his jaw clenched. “watching you.”
no embarrassment, no shame - he said it like a well known fact. it should have unsettled you, and yet, you felt a shaking exhale leave you.
“how long?” you dared to whisper, causing him to push you harsher against the bar, your bodies so intimately pressed against one another. “all night.” he whispered, head dropping down to meet the shell of your ear.
the hands at either side of you now came forwards, fingers grabbing at your waist, pushing you that last cm into him, meaning your own hands came up press against his chest, all whilst his head sat almost touching your own, eyes unable to look away from one another.
he was touching you. intimately.
before either of you could speak again, jungkook broke eye contact, looking behind you as the bartender finally decided to appear. one look at jungkook and he was gulping, recognising him as the owner’s best friend, immediately giving you both the highest of attention.
“what do you want, pretty girl?”
pretty girl?
in that voice?
you forgot every fucking drink in existence.
“i..” your mouth open and fell, looking down at your hands on his chest, flexing your fingers gently, before your eyebrows furrowed. “that gone already?” he asked you in mild amusement.
you flushed hard.
“vodka soda, please.” you tumbled out, holding him delicately.
he ordered for both of you, swiping his card with ease, not even sparing you a second glance during payment. it was only when the bartender moved away to make the drinks that you realised he had stayed where he was exactly, with no intention of moving back, still pushing your body against him intimately. now that you were touching him back, his chest flexed under your hands.
the music swallowed everything but him.
a hand let go of one side of your waist, instead reaching up to cup your chin, fingers wrapping around your neck also, to tilt your head upwards. he was examining you still.
“missed this face.” he hissed quietly underneath his breath, causing you to flutter your eyelashes up at him, stomach swirling with butterflies. “look at me when i talk to you.”
your gaze met his once more, forced as his hand tightened around your neck, causing you to practically slump against him. you liked it, liked it a little too much - the feeling of almost feeling powerless at the hands of a man who had been on your mind the day you met him at parents evening.
your thighs pressed together.
“do you know,” he began, sounding thoughtful, so soft, “how many men have been looking at you tonight?”
your pulse jumped as his mouth dipped close to your ear, letting out a gentle little, “hm?”
“nearly dragged one outside for touching you.”
a cocktail mixture of heat, confusion arousal and fear jolted through your nervous system, as you found yourself letting out a shaky breath. “why?”
“because i’ve been trying so fucking hard to be good for you, y/n.” he hissed then, almost sounding in pain.
his words hit like a tidal wave, as you desperately tried to catch up, fingers now digging into his skin beneath his t-shirt hidden chest.
his thumb pressed into your jaw, forcing your face higher. “tried real hard, pretty girl.” his voice was low enough to not be carried by the music, an ode to you and you alone. “thought you were a good girl. thought you deserved a man to do this right.”
he leaned closer, just as your lips parted.
“tried to wait until half term ended, give you some space to think.” his eyes shut tight for just a second, as though reminiscing his once plan. “was gonna come to you with flowers like some fucking gentleman, take you out, walk you home. was gonna do all that sappy shit ‘cause you deserve it.”
the words sounded sinful in his mouth, but the imagery in your head was enough to have you whimpering openly. the thought of him, jungkook, so enamoured by you, more than what you thought. you were so sure this was one sided regards to the way you felt, and yet here he was, declaring it to you in front of others.
“but then i walk in here,” his eyes deliberately ran down your shaking body. “and find you wearing this.”
you gulped almost nervously. “do..you not like it?”
“more than just like it, baby. fucking love it.” he hissed, offended by your thought track. “problem is every other bastard in this place is looking at you too. drives me fucking insane.”
your eyes left his, trying to catch your breath, so overwhelmed by everything around you - the thump of the music, the flashing lights, the heat, the proximity. he watched you, examining you in detail, recognising every single emotion on your pretty little face.
his thumb dipped, touching your bottom lip, dragging it gently over until it pulled, his eyes trained solely on your mouth. “you’re in my head. can’t get you out.” he admitted quietly, for you to hear and you alone.
the sentiment was not lost on you, as something inside your stomach, soul and mind broke at the prospect. you had assumed he had a roster of girls, that he was using you almost as placeholder because of convenience - this..this wasn’t what you had expected.
knowing he felt the same way as you, equally as confused, equally as enamoured; it felt like confirmation that you weren’t going insane. the magnitude of your feelings, no matter how sudden, felt heavy in your body. to know he was feeling the same, despite his usually quiet and reserved self made you want to scream in joy.
“i can’t stop thinking about you either.” you whispered, so faint that he wouldn’t have heard you had his eyes not watched your lips part.
that alone, was the confirmation jungkook needed as he suddenly pulled away, giving you and your body space. the look on his face was devastating, as though you had said the one thing that could truly undo him, his hands shaking as they released you, running them both through his hair messily - he looked ruined and you had only said a single phrase.
you blinked up at him, dazed.
“jungkook..”
“don’t.” his voice came out rough.
he sounded strained, as though his entire resolve was now left hanging on a thread. his jaw ticked at you openly as he stared and stared and stared, looking away momentarily as though he was thinking, wanting nothing more than to be good to you, be the gentleman he knew you deserved. he needed to be.
and yet, he lost.
he looked back at you, face eerily calm as he took both of your hands and pulled once more, your body pulled against him. fingers intertwined as he brought the back of your own to his lips in a sudden sweet kiss. “come with me.”
your breath caught for the millionth time that interaction. “where?”
“somewhere i can think.” he let out a humourless little laugh, all disbelief.
any rational person would have asked more questions, clarified what was going on, why he seemed so undone by you and your tiny dress, but frankly, you didn’t care. you were utterly captivated by him, and having his attention like this felt addicting, like a class a drug created entirely for you.
so, instead, you nodded.
jungkook began to lead you, body close to yours, creating a path with ease. his hands never left yours, steadying you as you stumbled a little, making sure you were good as people watched you both, men ogling you and women ogling him. you managed to catch yejin’s gaze, who had a beaming smile on her face once she recognised who you were with, animatedly pointing at jungkook with a big thumbs up, making you flush even deeper than you had all night. thankfully, jungkook seemed to stay ignorant of it.
heat ran down your spine as he took you left, walking past security who nodded at him, opening up a pair of doors that seemed inaccessible to a large majority of the people here. your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you were led up a set of stairs, private, dimly lit, the music growing quieter with each passing step.
the club noise completely muffled to a dull noise, leaving your heartbeat as the loudest noise around you.
jungkook was ahead of you, broad shoulders filling the space in front in a way that made you want to moan. fuck, he was just so big all over, it was one of the most attractive things about him - he didn’t even need to try, just being around him made you safe.
halfway up the stairs, he suddenly stopped, your fingers still locked with his.
your front brushed his back as you walked into him slightly.
you watched as he turned to face you, the cool air of the staircase easing your body’s heated temperature whilst his state did nothing to sedate the growing fire in your stomach. you peered up, watching as he stepped down, pushing you against the railing gently, dipping his own head down so he could breathe in your scent like a mad man.
“you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
dark eyes, wrecked. he looked sinful, utterly dangerous for the space between your legs.
to his question, you merely bit your lip, nibbling on it. he watched, eyes tracing the action with a harsh sense of affection - his sweet teacher was still there, it seemed, simply hidden underneath smoky eyes and bare legs.
“gonna take you upstairs, y/n.” he whispered softly. “i’m gonna treat you exactly like i wanted from day one, like i should have. need to know you’re coming because you want me too.”
it was your turn to almost take offence, with your eyebrows pulling tight. your shaking hands became confident, resting on his chest, fingernails digging slightly into skin to mark your territory.
“want you. wanted you from day one too, jungkook.” you promised him, big eyes fluttering in a way that wanted him to take you then and there.
a beat of silence stretched between you.
you watched as he shut his eyes, exhaling lightly, before pulling forward and pressing his lips faintly to your jaw, grazing it as an almost promise to you - he wouldn’t let you regret your choice.
pulling away, he let out a breath, before taking a hold of your hand once more, also pressing a kiss to it as he led you up the rest of the way, this time with an assured sense of urgency.
he opened the door to the private room, and your eyes pulled back in both a mixture of awe and intrigue. you had never been in a place like this, adorned with such lavish furniture, a private bar, a lounging area where a few guys sat around, some of them talking to girls, all whilst jungkook began leading you to another door across the room. all eyes were on you, and you realised these were clearly his friends, from the way they all either smiled politely at you or smirked at jungkook openly.
as he pulled you into an additional room, you watched as he locked it behind you, to ensure a level of privacy, only for you to turn, your stomach dropping in pure anticipation.
a large bed.
the sight of it nearly had you moaning out as it confirmed every thought in your head, your legs growing weak, thighs desperately pushed together at the understanding of what was going to happen. it was all you had been able to think about for weeks.
the thought of him being just as desperate as you, bringing you here just to ruin you, despite having played the gentleman for the entirety of the time you’d known him - your ego bloomed at the thought of having a man like jungkook so down bad for you.
you could hear footsteps behind you, breath hitting your shoulder as his head dipped, breathing in your perfume once more. his body pressed against yours meanly, your back to his front, against him in ways where you could feel him intimately.
“sweet girl.” he hummed just as you looked over your shoulder, meeting his heavy gaze.
he had the faintest of smirks on his face as he read you like a book, a fucked out expression over you and he hadn’t even touched you properly - oh the fun he was about to have. his hands grabbed onto your waist, pushing you lightly as he led you forward, all the whilst planting pepper kisses to the back of your neck.
your small little dress began to ride up as you were plopped onto the bed, bouncing lightly as he stood, hovering over you, looking at the lace of your panties that was now visible, a dampened patch inbetween your legs that had his cock visibly straining against his jeans. his mouth salivated at the sight.
“the things i want to do to you, baby.” he sighed, as your face sat crotch level for him, your gaze fluttering over him in anticipation.
“then do it.” you whispered, almost taunting him, desperate to see him break in front of you.
for a moment, neither of you spoke, simply staring at one another, until he suddenly lunged for you.
you gasped as you scurried backwards on the bed, just as he hovered over you, pinning you down harshly on the plush covers, watching the way you sank in comfortably. he grabbed your arms, pinning them above your head, leaning down to press his head against yours.
he looked possessive by definition, lips curled in almost snarl as he breathed you in, your eyes fluttering closed at the feel of him already so intimately against you. one of his knees separated your legs, cold air hitting the wetness between your thighs, to which he grunted lightly at.
“my good girl. gonna let me ruin you forever, baby? no going back after this, you’ll be mine.”
to that, you nodded almost instantly, hips bucking upwards to get any sort of friction. “please..want it.”
how could he deny his girl?
his lips dropped against yours immediately, claiming harshly.
lips moved in unison as you immediately moaned into his mouth, causing him to groan as he felt you utterly melt. your hands, pinned against your head, were pliant against his own fingers as his lips claimed you, kissing you like a man starved, all whilst grinding down on you for friction.
you could feel how hard he was, how much bigger he was than you in this position and it made your brain malfunction, realising that he truly had every intention of breaking you tonight, just like you wanted.
soon enough, his tongue demanded entry into your mouth, to which you allowed, feeling him explore you in ways that had you whimpering at the thought of it between your legs. it was like he could read your mind, applying further pressure between your legs, the noises leaving you enough to render him dead on the spot.
once he pulled away to let you breathe, he watched as a thin string of saliva separated you, the sight enough to have most cumming in their pants. he couldn’t wait, couldn’t be rational, not when you were here, moaning for him, grinding, desperate to be touched by no one else other than him.
immediately, he sat up, watching as you propped yourself up on your elbows, lips slightly bruised.
he leaned over, grabbing your dress and pulling it up almost meanly, pushing it over your waist and to your stomach, causing you to crash back down on the bed, your hands shaking as they looked for something to grab.
“fuck.” he elongated, groaning loudly at the sight inbetween your legs.
pretty, lacy and tiny. your panties did nothing to hide how wet you were, as they sat completely soaked against you, desperate to be peeled off, hungry to be touched. he immediately positioned himself between your legs, grabbing either thigh before yanking you down to meet him, a squeal leaving your lips at his harsh actions.
“look at you, y/n.” he hissed, nose brushing against your clothed pussy immediately, breathing in the scent. “j-jungkook!” you squeaked, hands flying to his hair in almost embarrassment, as you watched him simply grunt against you like a pervert.
“a good man would be gentle with you..” he whispered underneath his breath, planting pepper kisses to anything he could get his hands on. “but i can’t do that baby. you understand, right?”
“don’t want you to be gentle.” you immediately shook your head in a whimper. “wanna feel you properly.”
that was all he needed. confirmation from his girl that she wanted it just as nasty as he wanted to give it to her - you really were a match made in heaven.
and so, he pushed your panties to a side, blowing against your pulsing clit for a second as he admired how fucking pretty your pussy looked like this, before utterly devouring you.
you let out a loud squeal, hands flying to his hair almost immediately as jungkook began eating you out like a man starved. your poor clit was being abused by his mouth as his sucked, licked, traced and bit, making you feel very inch of his emotions towards you.
you bucked your hips into him, desperate to get away from the overwhelming emotion, but he kept you pinned, grunting loudly at you each time you tried to pull apart. instead, you were resolved in pulling at his strands harshly, crying out his name despite knowing that everyone outside the room could probably hear you.
fuck, he knew you would taste good. one look at you and he knew you were candied all over, but this? how could he ever live without a taste of your pussy now that he was here? the way your thighs trembled violently, your core leaking, all whilst he played with you.
he relaxed one of your thighs with his hand before his fingers began prodding at your entrance, his eyes looking up to capture your own just as he inserted one, watching the way it scrunched up in a mixture of pleasure and shock.
“fuck, jungkook!”
the call of his name on your tongue as he gave you no time to adjust was euphoric, pumping his digit in and out, in and out, in and out as he suckled on your clit like a mad man. soon enough, he couldn’t help himself, inserting another whilst you whimpered about it being too much, only causing him to scoff against you.
“gotta be able to take my cock, pretty girl. need this pussy stretched out.”
you bucked your hips into him further at his words as he set a relentless pace, so deep, fingertips curling every chance he got. sure you had played with yourself, and had boyfriends touch you, but this was on another level. no man had ever made you moan so loudly, always having to fake orgasms and get off privately after but this? you realised there was no way you could let jungkook out of your life, not if your pussy craved this exact feeling forever.
“you’re so good to me. taste so good.” he groaned, all but making out with your pussy, your slick dripping from his chin. “don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this.”
“wanted this too.” you whimpered back.
“yeah?” he scoffed, sucking, pumping. “i should’ve ate you out on your desk like i wanted. should have made you lock the door and kept your mouth full.”
“y-you can still..fuck..still do that.” you promised him, moaning uncontrollably at this point, scratching at his shoulders, at the sides of his face, anything you could get your hands on.
to that, he grunted, sucking particularly harshly on your clit. “yeah? you want me to do that, baby?”
you couldn’t respond. not when you were already close, already feeling something build in your stomach that you knew would ruin you for the rest of your life - three weeks and he had managed to outdo any man in your life thus far, and you paled to imagine the thought of not having him after this. not when his fingers pumped so meanly, tongue circling only to suck even meaner, causing your legs to shake uncontrollably around him.
“k-kook..m’gonna cum.” you managed to choke out, but it was like he couldn’t hear you, only going harsher, more eager, more desperate, his own hips grinding against the bed to feel some relief.
white, hot light soaked through you as your hips lifted off of the bed, a loud and choking squeal escaping just as your orgasm finally hit you. you could feel it run up and down your veins, coursing through you harder than any other time in your life, clenching around his fingers in a tight clamp. jungkook choked at the feeling, eyes shutting tight before opening up immediately to watch you orgasm for him, body shaking, whining and crying.
he continued to pump, not caring that you were a bundle of oversensitivity until you began slapping at his shoulders desperately to get him to stop. he listened, although reluctant, pulling away from the space between your legs with a small pant, your panties in his hands as he pushed them into his back pocket.
he was so much more perverted than you thought, and yet you liked it. yearned for it even, enjoying it beyond belief as you watched one another pant. you were dazed, eyes completely glossed over with a sense of need you had genuinely never felt before, watching as he pulled you up from your perched position.
you felt his hands on your dress, helping you remove it, unzipping and pulling it above your head, whilst you yanked at his own t-shirt, desperate to have him as bare as you. he couldn’t help the small smile at your actions, loving how needy you were now that you had cummed - god, you were so adorable.
soon enough, all that was left between you were his boxers, to which, you let out a pretty little sigh at the sight. he was big, too big for sure, but the print of him so harshly pressed against his boxers had you oozing between your legs once more, looking up at him almost shyly.
“dunno, kookie..i-i..don’t think you’ll fit.” you admitted honestly, the use of such a cute nickname doing something to him as he immediately hovered over you again, pressing kisses to your lips hungrily. “gotta make it fit, right baby? just need to take it.”
you nodded at him, so pliant in every way, his submissive doll. god, he felt like he was corrupting you, and yet he knew you were also leaving your mark on him too.
he wanted nothing more than to fuck your throat, but he knew he wouldn’t last, and so, he pulled down his boxers quickly, pumping his cock with one hand, pushing your hair away with the other. he asked you to lift your legs for him, to which you did sweetly, revealing your messy pussy once more, a slow breath escaping him.
he ran the tip of his cock up and down your core, collecting slick, just to see your expression. you were propped up on your elbows, watching him with an open mouth, a blissed out expression appearing everytime he nudged your sensitive clit, loving the feel of something so much larger than his fingers ruin you already.
“big breath.” he whispered down at you, as he began to push inside, watching the way your elbows gave out, your head falling plush to the pillows.
you grabbed onto his arms, letting out a loud, broken moan as the tip of his cock stretched you out wide, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you until you could genuinely feel him in your stomach. he wasn’t deterred by your nails digging into him, causing his skin to break, only further thrusting inside of you until he was fully inside, eyes never leaving yours.
watching the way you struggled to keep your eyes open, whimpering, shaking, yanking him down to you whilst also pulling at his hair, grabbing at his skin. god, he was going insane. he couldn’t breathe, not with you gripping him so tightly, not when he was completely inside you and still wanted to feel so much closer than what he already was.
“too big.” you whimpered out with a quivering lip, as he panted above you, pressing kisses to your face. your cheeks, your nose, your eyes, your lips - his angel girl. “doing so good for me baby, fuck. look at you.”
he took one of your hands, kissing it before pressing it against your own stomach so you could feel the slight bulge, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
the mixture of pain and pleasure was utterly addicting, as though this was the one thing you had needed, craved even, without realising. how were you ever supposed to live without it now that you’d had a taste?
a whine was pulled from you as he suddenly pulled back, and gave you a thrust, skin slapping against skin almost immediately. he did it again, and again, and again, and again, until you were finally moaning, squealing each time he pushed back down on your stomach so you could feel him even deeper.
soon enough, he was setting a pace, thrusting j in and out of you, the sounds of your moans and his grunts filling the space, echoing out to the rest of the vip section.
you were usually a reserved person but even you couldn’t bring yourself to care, feeling utterly gone in the hands of a man you barely knew. this wasn’t like you, it was uncharacteristic - even your past boyfriends and flings were soft with you, equally as quiet and hesitant. jungkook went against everything you had ever known with his rough thrusts and harsh kisses, even the way he declared his interest for you felt too loaded to be deemed normal.
“so good to me.” he grunted into your ear as he began to set a faster pace, your moans echoing against the four walls, your eyes shutting tight. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you whined out, legs widening for more.
the sound emitting from you both were downright sinful, as the tension of the past few weeks finally exploded between you both, jungkook fucking you like a man with a mission. his head rested against your own, hips ploughing into yours, cock all but bullying your poor pussy into submission as your lip continued to quiver, it all beginning to feel like too much and not enough.
“you’re so perfect.” he hissed. “you’re driving me insane. i can’t fucking think anymore, can’t..fuck, lift your hips..can’t do my job, can’t eat, can’t sleep. just you, all of the time.”
he sounded angry, as though you were genuinely plaguing him when all you had done was simply exist, doing nothing more than orbiting his life. it was enough to drive a man like him to ruins, as he realised very quickly that he had no intention of operating his life without you as his.
his words were ruining you too, as tears began to climb to the surface, only to flood and escape just as quickly as they formed. you were so overwhelmed by him, in the greatest of ways, and his delectations for you - you had never been desired so greatly, so openly, without any care of what it seemed like. it was obsessive, darkly so, and any other woman would have been smart enough to push him away. unfortunately for you, you simply spread your legs, begging him to go deeper.
“that’s it, baby. cry for me.” he cooed, genuinely enamoured by how sweet you were underneath him.
you raised your arms, wrapping them around his neck as he cupped your body, pulling you up so that he was practically fucking you off of the bed. you wanted to get closer. wanted to feel closer, even though it wasn’t even possible.
“feels so good.” you whined at him through hiccups, to which he nodded down at you, chest inflating, knowing he was bringing you pleasure. “yeah? like it when i fuck you open, my sweet girl?”
“wan’it all the time.” a sob almost tore out of your throat at the thought, the possibility even.
guys like him and girls like you, they didn’t make sense. you were too soft, too gentle, too understanding. he was rough all over, uncaring half the time with his words, mean by nature. lord knew that one taste of you had confirmed he would spend a lifetime changing that if it meant he could keep you for a second longer, especially with the way you were looking up at him with the sweetest of faces. how could he not be enamoured?
he let out a shaking breath, gripping you. this wasn’t normal, he knew that, fuck he was so aware it killed him - not even a month of knowing you and he couldn’t fathom not having this, not when you were everything he had ever secretly wanted. he knew you were the same too, with the way you were babbling, gripping onto him, your high approaching already but he didn’t want you cumming just yet, not when he had just started.
and so, he slowed his thrusts until he finally came to a halt, a loud, desperate whine echoing from the walls as you hit his chest. “why?”
instead, he grinded into you, making you feel every inch, every vein on his too big cock, just to see you squirm, just to see you shake.
“you’re mine, y/n. my girl now, you hear me?” he whispered down at you, face void of any emotion other pure, fucking devotion.
your quiet sobs only began to grow louder as you nodded earnestly up at him, fingers shaking once they finally locked into his hair once more, grabbing, pulling. “your girl.”
“my girl.” he repeated, panting as he began pick up his pace again. “fuck, the things i want to do to you.”
he smacked your ass harshly, the sound echoing around the room, hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over until all you could feel were the shooting sparks trailing over your aching figure, your limbs curling around him desperately.
“do them. i want them all.” you begged him, hips lifting. “wanna feel you all the time, kookie.”
“yeah? kookie’ll do anything for you, baby. anything you ask for, i don’t give a fuck, it’ll be yours, you understand?” he was panting, voice harsh, almost mean. “this tight pussy was made for me.”
you let out the cutest “mhm” to confirm, knowing that his words were factual. his words rolled in your head, knowing you belonged to him both mind and body was beyond euphoria, but to know he truly meant it - fuck. it was insanity. this was genuine, unadulterated insanity.
soon enough, your positions had changed, as he bullied his cock back into you as you sat on top, your load moans heard by anyone close by. the feeling was unlike anything you had ever felt before, and though you had been stretched, jungkook choked at the feeling of how tightly you were clamping him.
he watched as you rode him, letting you take it at your own pace, your tits bouncing with every thrust. his bunny. you were too cute in this position, and as he sat up, his back against the headboard, he couldn’t fathom how sweet you looked trying to pleasure both yourself and him.
it wasn’t about the pace, it was about the effort. you put your all into everything, and despite him wanting to break you, it was this that had him coming undone in his mind. his girl, bouncing on a cock that barely fit earlier, ignoring the pain, completely overcome by the unbearable pleasure, rubbing her own clit.
“just like that.” he grunted, chest rising and falling as he watched you eagerly, his hands teasing your nipples. “such a good girl. just wanna feel good, don’t you? bouncing on my cock like a fucking slut.”
you clamped down hard on him at the name, liking it way more than you ever thought you would. “n-not..a slut.”
“yeah you fucking are. my slut, creaming on my cock like a whore.” he hissed, one hand coming up to grab and tighten around your throat, as he began to take charge, thrusting up and into you.
your eyes began to haze over, completely gone at the feel of him snapping into you.
“want you like this always. no thoughts in that pretty head, just taking it.”
your sobs only grew louder as his hand tightened on your neck, the lack of oxygen heightening your emotions. when he released you momentarily, you gulped in a large breath as his thrusts only hit harder, your ass bouncing against him with lewd noises echoing around the room.
you could feel it coming, your high rising in the pits of your stomach as you collapsed into his arms, falling forward to which he caught you almost immediately, not halting his movements even once. he cupped your face to his, cooing at you gently, pressing sweet kisses to your lips as though you were the prettiest thing he had ever fucking seen.
“gonna’cum.” you slurred, completely fucked out and cock drunk at this point as he completely wrapped his arms around you to trap him to his chest.
“fuck, me too baby. where do you want it?” he hissed, body marked from all of the scratches you had been leaving on him, sore cuts having formed.
you hiccuped as you met his gaze, lips glazing his. “inside. want you to cum here.”
your hand took a hold of his as you lead it to your pussy, where you were joined, the ploughing of his cock doing nothing to ease the restlessness of your mind. his breath caught at your words, wanting nothing more and yet never ever in a million years assuming you’d like the same. you weren’t even using protection, just fucking raw like rabid animals and hoping for the best.
what would be the worst case scenario? the thought of you pregnant had him seizing up, his balls full and ready to unload at the prospect of you carrying his child. he didn’t really give a fuck if it was too soon, or if you barely knew one another - he knew what he wanted. known it for years, and now that you were in front of him, begging for him to cum inside? he’d give you everything you wanted.
“yeah? want kookie to get you nice and round? get you pregnant?”
you hated the effect of his words as you nodded eagerly, matching his thrusts as a means to get exactly that.
his jaw became slack at the enthusiasm on your face, grunting loudly as he felt you clamp on his cock one last time, letting out a too loud squeal as you finally came.
hot, flashing white obscured your vision as you closed your eyes, electricity running up and down your veins, a final, devastating whimper escaping your bruised lips. your legs shook around him, your pussy clenching harshly to the point he choked, gripping you tightly, feeling his own orgasm wash over him.
you both fucked back into each other to ride out your highs desperately, with a mixture of lips clashing, moans shared between embrace, skin still slapping against skin. only when you wined out of overstimulation did he finally stop, chest heaving, arms still caging you.
the minutes after blurred into the quiet buzz, and music that could faintly be heard from downstairs. your eyes closed as you let him manoeuvre you, soft kisses being planted on every inch of you, sweet nothings whispered into the confinements of your ear as though they belonged to you, and you alone. your heart inflated at the way he brushed your hair out of your face, keeping you full with his cock with no intention of pulling out.
“did so good for me, baby.”
you almost shyly hid your face in his neck, slightly embarrassed by how intimate the situation now was with the absence of sexual tension. he wasn’t deterred, instead smiling down at the way your cheeks heated up at his attention, a quiet huff of amusement leaving him.
“i meant it by the way.” he hummed, positioning you so you were more comfortable, all whilst his cum leaked on either side of his cock, still stuffed inside of you. “you’re my girl, yeah?”
it was your turn to smile up at him, not bothering to respond but instead, press a soft kiss to his lips in confirmation.
all his.
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end of term performances were the bane of your living existence. the children were stressed, the teachers were stressed, everything required a level of attention and meticulous care to the very last second all in hopes of pleasing parents. it felt excessive at times, but seeing your students up on stage, so adorably singing their hearts out just as they’d rehearsed did something to your brain that you utterly adored. it was all worth it in the end.
you stood, just behind the parents, in a corner of the room, watching the performance in front of you with a soft smile, holding up a thumbs up whenever one of your children looked at you for support. they were all performing beautifully, and judging from the fact there seemed to be not a dry eye in the sea of parents, you were pretty proud of yourself.
your stomach, however, was filled with butterflies at the sight of jungkook sat, alongside arin’s parents, only a few rows in front of you. you’d recognise your boyfriends shoulders anywhere, with his towering height and bigger build - even calling him that made you want to giggle into your own hands like a school girl.
the days following the club felt like a fever dream. he had cleaned you up, taken you home and stayed with you all night, leaving only reluctantly due to work commitments. he texted you as much as you needed, knowing you were an overthinker, always checking in on you, facetiming you more times than you could even count.
it had only been two months since that night but things were rapidly progressing between you. it was pretty clear to both of you that this wasn’t a normal relationship, and that the feelings you both shared for one another were intense to say the least. you felt insane half of the time, almost too scared to tell him the depth of your feelings for him, and yet jungkook had no qualms about it whatsoever.
whether you were in his arms, or over a call, or even stuffed full of his cock - he took every opportunity he got to tell you how deeply he wanted you - no, needed. you often came into the tattoo shop after your own shifts just to spend time with him, where he’d feed you, hold you, breathe in your scent.
you had met all of his friends, and his family, including arin’s parents who were quite literally over the moon over jungkook’s choice of partner. everyone who would meet you couldn’t believe he had managed to get someone so different, and despite being a ladies man, you were the definition of a keeper.
little arin had practically exploded at the confirmation you would be in her life in a more intimate way, constantly asking if you could come over to her house to play now that you were uncle kook’s girlfriend.
it all felt like a massive whirlwind of events, some that felt too fantastical to really be a reality. yejin teased you with every passing moment, until you had set her up with one of jungkook’s friends, jin, who owned the club. that resulted in her coming into work rather disheveled, clearly having showered and dressed in a hurry as she took you into your empty classroom to unload all of the dirty experiences.
it seemed that you were happy in every facet of your life, in ways you genuinely didn’t think were possible. even stood here as you admired the back of his head, you could feel your cheeks heating up, harbouring a soft smile you hid behind one of your hands.
soon enough, the performance was over, the children collected by their parents, all singing one another’s praises whilst you made your way to your classroom, humming underneath your breath. it was late and you just wanted to finish off a few bits and bobs before making your way back home.
you bent over a pile of finger paintings, hair pulled up into a messy bun to get it out of your face, your lip bitten. you just needed to pin a few up before you left, humming quietly as you gathered everything you needed, climbing up your step stool.
you leaned upwards, wobbling slightly as you almost lost your footing, a small squeak leaving your lips. before you could move an inch, two hardened hands grabbed you by your waist, positioning you back properly.
looking down, you met the gaze of your boyfriend, who was looking up at you in amusement.
“oh! i thought you left.” you blushed pink, embarrassed at being so clumsy in front of him.
“wanted a kiss.” he simply responded, before picking you up with ease, putting you back on the ground to actually face him.
the giggle you let out was one he was growing to love more and more with each passing day as you leaned upwards, pressing a small peck to his lips. he grunted, causing you to leave a few more, not wanting to have a full blown make out session at your workplace despite doing it so often at his. perks of being the boss.
“where do you want this?” he asked, taking the paintings out of your hands, barely stretching his hands up for the same space you had to climb just to reach.
fuck. you hated how attractive that was.
“thank you.” you pressed another kiss to his back once you had informed him, shuffling away to clean the rest of your station.
“you were good with them today. couldn’t stop watching you, think arin probably noticed.” he laughed a little underneath his breath once he had finished up, walking over to you. he slung his arms around your waist, pulling you in so your back sat flushed against his front. “didn’t think it’d make my brain go crazy.”
“what’d you mean?” you hummed, fingers tracing his fingers.
“is it too soon to get you pregnant?” he asked openly, causing you to gasp out loud, slapping his arm in protest at such crude language.
“kookie!”
he couldn’t help the smirk as he watched you flush bright red, the giggles that left you a clear indication of how you really felt.
“what? can you blame me?”
“you can’t talk like that.” you murmured through a shy smile, despite his kisses coming to attack you on your neck, jaw and cheek.
he leaned, forehead against yours, the moment oddly intimate. more intimate than anything else you’d ever really known, and yet that seemed to be a norm with him. he planted kisses to your face, anywhere he could access, as though nothing was enough and yet he wanted more and more and more and more.
“okay, help me just organise these drawings and then we can go home.” you teased, to which he nodded immediately, a man made pliant by the woman in his life.
you handed him a portion, whilst you did the rest, organising them in alphabetical order so it was easy to access tomorrow when you handed them back out to parents. you continued your smooth hum from earlier as you both worked respectively, the quiet between you welcomed and comfortable.
as you completed yours, you noticed jungkook, furrow in his brow as he stared at one openly in his hands. he was examining it in great detail, causing a pearl of curiosity to burn in your mind.
“what’ve you got there?”
he didn’t answer, as you walked over for yourself, cheekily sliding under his arm so you could view it within the confinements of his warmth. his expression shifted as one of his hands immediately took a hold of you, a too large hand gripping your stomach possessively. you loved how it felt.
a crayon drawing.
arin’s.
5 stick figures. a cute puppy in the corner, sun in the sky, grass on the ground.
your chest tightened as you recognised what you were seeing immediately.
arin, holding both of her parent’s hand’s, a big love heart above all of their heads as she depicted her happy little family. beside them, two others, holding hands, one labelled “uncle kook” and the other “auntie y/n”.
it looked incredibly similar to the one she had made three months ago, in that parents evening hall, where she had already depicted her two favourite people outside of her parents together, happy. a prophecy, it felt like.
the difference in this depiction, however was the big, fat diamond on your finger, and the veil on your head.
whilst you were busy gasping, eyes wide, finally looking at what she had depicted, you didn’t notice jungkook staring down at you, gauging your reaction whilst only pushing you back deeper into him, the incessant monster in his brain telling him to make it a reality and to do it quickly.
his wife. fuck. what a dream.
he’d make that happen. soon.
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IM BACK!
guys, this was originally supposed to be 1k words but unfortunately, i cant shut the fuck up to save my life omg
i hope you guys enjoyed, i just love this pairing so much, aren’t they the cutest ever 😢 i have a few ideas pending for potential drabbles in the future if you guys are interested
thank you guys so much for reading, and thank you for your continued patience - if you want to show some love, my kofi is here, there’s no obligation whatsoever!!
i meannnn, this is an azha fic so y’all already know by now that she gets down. jk isn’t even either of our bias but for some reason he’s the perfect muse every time lmao.
i love how azha always writes her jungkook as obsessed and possessive—like i’m sorry but that’s so h o t to me. ugh and then he’s soft for reader and his niece 😩 jfc give me a break. the smut…THE SMUT. pls pls read.
who knew that one slip up could turn into the most dangerous game to unravel your secret ?
pairing: han x curvy!reader; classmates to lovers
genre: smut; fluff
warnings: explicit sexual content (minors do not interact) no details because it's way more fun that way ;)
word count: 10.75k
kysa's note: the way i've drowned myself in this fic — if i'm not known for nerdsung now — anyways i really hope you all enjoy this because it's literally triple the length i usually write and i had an amazing time writing it <3 leave your thoughts in the comments ! xoxo.
!! read first part here !!
"that tattoo — it’s a lily... isn't it ?"
you snapped upright, sitting back into your chair as your heart hammered against your ribcage.
shit.
shit.
he wasn't meant to see it.
hell, nobody was.
you liked keeping some things to yourself and that tattoo was one of them. you had gotten it inked when you finally got selected for the university — years of hard work finally paying off. and mind it, you were thorough with your research in this case as well. you weren't the type to just pick something off a flash sheet on a whim. you had looked through various designs for weeks, but you gave more weight to their symbolism and meanings than the aesthetics alone. then, you had come across pink lilies. according to several websites — and more importantly, your neighbour's florist dad — they represent femininity, happiness and finally, compassion.
that's what you felt — compassion — towards yourself.
compassion towards yourself for working on your dreams, for always trying your best even when it was hard, for crying through some days but still getting back up stronger, for doing it whether you were happy or sad, for being you, forever. it was a permanent reminder of the girl who survived the pressure, the one who bloomed in the dark.
nobody in your life knew about the tattoo — not even your parents or your closest friends. neither did you give them any opportunity to, always clad in clothes showing little to no skin of your waist — not just to hide the ink, but also because you were more comfortable that way. you preferred the safety of oversized cardigans, baggy t shirts and high-waisted jeans, keeping your secrets tucked beneath layers. that's why you were so stunned when you realised that not only had he seen it, but he had managed to observe exactly which flower it was in the microsecond that it was visible.
how could he be that observant ? his eyes were supposed to be on the economic growth charts, not on the sliver of skin above your hip.
all of a sudden, you realised that your walk down memory lane had lasted quite a few minutes, leaving jisung's question unanswered while you stared blankly at your notebook. you managed to stutter a response, "o-oh yes, i uh i love lilies. they’re... special to me."
jisung nodded in acknowledgement, turning his gaze back to the book in front of him. you heaved an internal sigh of relief to find him not questioning you and seemingly unbothered.
unbothered ? han jisung ? right now ?
unbothered when he had just discovered that the very person he had been pining after ever since he started university might just be the same as the angel on his screen he was obsessed with ? his mind was a whirlwind behind that calm masked expression. he could still see the way the petals of the lily curved against your waist and oh god — it was the exact same way they had shifted on his monitor when you had arched your back for him yesterday.
unbothered when he finally realised why the shy giggles through his headphones felt so familiar, having heard your melodious giggles in class, his ears craving the sound forever ? every time you had laughed at a professor's joke, he had felt a pull in his chest he couldn't explain. now he knew why. the girl he respected in the light was the same one who broke for him in the dark.
unbothered when it finally hit him that deep down, he was a goner, but only for you — in any way you wished ? he wasn't sure it was just a crush anymore. he was craving your presence, your voice, you. the revelation sat heavy in his chest, his heart hammering so hard he was sure you could hear it through the mahogany table.
he wasn't unbothered. he was barely holding himself back from closing his textbook and asking you exactly how messy you had gotten for him last night. his patience was hanging by a thread while he watched you working on the project, completely oblivious.
the two of you finished the study session in silence, the hours ticking by until you both finally headed home. you were sleeping peacefully, albeit after an hour of overthinking about him catching a glimpse of your tattoo and what it meant. however, jisung stayed up fighting for his life, trying to comprehend the reality of it all — was he going insane ? the girl of his dreams and the girl on his screen was the same all along, and he was officially a goner.
—————
another busy week at the university had finally come to an end, but it had left you feeling particularly hot and bothered. the cause being the increased proximity with the man of your dreams — the sheer number of hours you spent together working on the project. it did not help that your last meeting with him had ended with his eyes on your waist and no words on your lips.
finally the weekend rolled around and you found yourself setting up for your livestream. the camera was angled, the ring light in place, the rest of the room doused in moonlight entering through the windows. you leaned back, checking the frame one last time. today's outfit was the perfect balance of cozy and teasing.
the grey and white striped top looked deceptively casual, the long sleeves giving off a soft, homey vibe, but the fabric hugged your curves in a way that was anything but accidental. then there was the black mini skirt — short, bouncy, and the ruffles added a playful flare, sitting high on your hips.
but the real star of the show ? the thick white stockings.
they squeezed your thighs just right, creating that perfect soft dip in the skin where the fabric ended and your legs began. the extra thickness of the knit made them look plush and soft, a stark contrast against the dark ruffles of the skirt. they highlighted the soft curve of your legs, making them look pillowy and inviting, the kind of texture that begged for a lingering touch.
it was the kind of look that said you weren't trying too hard, yet every detail was designed to keep eyes glued to the screen. this outfit — a new one — was one of your favourites, and you would be lying if you said you weren't excited to see everybody's reactions to it.
everybody. right.
not just the one username that makes your eyes light up.
definitely not.
shaking your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, you clicked on the button and started the live stream with bated breath.
• moonlit_haze is live •
when the notification popped up on his screen, jisung was about to click it — call it instinct. but then his mind drifted to the newly acquired knowledge that the girl behind the screen was you. you never showed much skin; even the slight exposure in the library, when your cardigan had ridden up, had left you flustered. he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the view of you covered in a pink tint — you looked too adorable. however, his mind couldn't skim past the fact that you clearly valued your privacy — would his watching the stream make you uncomfortable? was he betraying your trust in a way?
jisung was still contemplating — his brain muddled with the dilemma when he gets another notification.
• moonlit_haze invites you to the livestream •
you had sent him a special invite —
were you wondering where he was ?
were you waiting for him ?
where you — dare he say — missing him ?
oh how could he say no to you.
jisung's fingers reacted before he could, reaching out to click and accept the invite. his screen changed and there you were — in all your glory.
• j.one_01 has accepted your invite •
finally.
you had noticed he was online, that tiny green dot flickering next to his name, yet he hadn't joined. usually, he was the first one there, but today he was just... lingering. you waited. one minute. two. you had dolled up specifically for him — every ruffle and every inch of those stockings was for his eyes only. was he really not going to join ? was he not going to give you the reaction you were so clearly craving ?
at last, the restlessness had won, and you ended up inviting him instead. in hindsight, did it come off as too desperate ? were you being too obvious ? well, that was a worry for later — because he was finally here.
" you're late, j.one. i was waiting to hear about what you thought of my outfit today."
the words left your lips with a playful tilt, your voice dropping into that soft, melodic tone you reserved just for the camera — and for him. you leaned back, letting the chair creak slightly as you adjusted your position, making sure the moonlight hit the ruffles of your skirt just right. you weren't even looking at the chat yet, but you could feel the weight of his presence the second his name appeared on the screen.
you were teasing him, and you knew it. the silence on his end only made you bolder — you wanted to hear him say it. you wanted to know if the view of your thighs in those thick white stockings was doing exactly what you intended it to do.
jisung groaned.
he could practically hear the pout in your voice.
oh he didn't want to make you sad — when had he ever intended that ?
and your outfit ?
oh he would give you a reaction alright.
j.one_01 ($100): i'm sorry angel, i had to get my glasses. also this outfit looks fucking ethereal on you — might just be my favourite.
his eyes were fixed on the screen, heart hammering against his ribs at the sight of you. he was staring. he couldn't help it. the top looked so soft against your waist and the skirt accentuated your beautiful curvy hips. but oh god —
the thighs.
the beautiful fucking thighs.
clad in the soft white knit, you literally looked like the definition of an angel, his nickname for you coming to life. the soft knit of your stockings dug into your plush skin, your soft thighs nearly spilling out of them. the way they squeezed your thighs was just enough to make his breath hitch. he had been trying to be good, trying to keep his distance, but one look at you and all those noble intentions were out the window. he was yours, and by the way you were looking into the lens, you knew it.
as you read his comment, your heart skipped.
oh, he wore glasses.
immediately, your thoughts traitorously drifted back to the library — to the man who sat beside you with those beautiful silver frames perched on the bridge of his nose. he had such a gorgeous face, eyes so deep and captivating — of course, they deserved to be framed like a piece of art.
one thought led to another, and suddenly, your mind was entirely consumed by han jisung.
it was the way he carried himself — that effortless blend of sharp intellect and genuine passion. he was the type of person who excelled at everything he touched, yet he remained grounded, his politeness and respect never wavering. he listened to you with a focus that made you feel like the only person in the room, his brilliance only matched by his humility.
and then there was his smile. those beautiful, plush lips curving just right, sending your heart racing a mile a minute.
and what to say about his body —
those biceps.
every ounce of your principles seemed to evaporate the moment you pictured them — you were ready to do anything just to be caged in his arms. then there were the pecs, the sharp line of his jaw, and those neck veins that stood out when he was concentrated — it was such a lethal combination. he was a masterpiece of a man, and the more you thought about him, the harder it was to remember you were supposed to be looking at a camera.
all of a sudden, your attention snapped back to the room — the glow of the ring light and the hum of the camera bringing you back to reality.
shaking off the image of jisung’s lips, you pretended nothing had happened. since the camera was angled strictly from the neck down, the chat couldn't see the crimson flush creeping up your face, but they could see the way your chest rose and fell with every uneven breath. you refocused on the screen, reading the flurry of incoming comments.
onlyforher_65 ($50): babe did you zone out —
sam75rover ($40): she's sighing so softly omg
softspot404 ($45): those are sighs of yearning, i can feel it
the chat was moving fast, a blur of texts and tips. they were picking up on every little sound, every hitched breath. you cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure, but it was hard to stay grounded when your mind was still half-lost in the library, tracing the lines of a man who was now watching you from the other side of a screen.
"sorry guys, i just... um... lost myself for a moment."
your voice was breathy, trembling slightly as it filtered through the mic. since they couldn't see your face, every tiny sound was magnified—every hitched breath, every soft swallow, every restless shift of your weight. the way the ruffles of your skirt rustled against your stockings was the only thing filling the silence.
the chat exploded.
gooninghard12 ($40): your voice is hitching T-T
dr3am3rb0y ($45): she's definitely blushing
kals.forlife ($40): do you have a crushhhhh ~
"hm maybe i do —"
the words were barely a whisper, a soft, shy giggle escaping your lips as you spoke them into the mic. you reached down, your fingers nervously tracing the hem of your black skirt, pulling at the ruffles as if that could ground you. but the damage was done.
the chat went absolutely feral, the text scrolling so fast it became a blur of white and neon. they couldn't see your eyes, but they could see the way you fidgeted. they saw your thighs press together, the white knit of your stockings straining against the movement. they heard the catch in your throat.
you were practically radiating a soft, nervous energy, your body language betraying the secret you hadn't even fully admitted to yourself. you were a mess — a pretty, ruffled, pink-tinted mess — and all because of a man who was staring at his screen right now, unknown to you, wondering who was that breathy confession for.
jisung didn't feel jealous. or at least, he didn't think he did. he had never really known the emotion — why would he ? he was a man who excelled at everything he touched, and if he ever lacked in a skill, he worked until he mastered it. but this ? this burning sensation in his chest was something he couldn't just study and overcome.
the idea of you yearning for someone who wasn't him — someone who didn't see the way your eyes lit up in the library or how your cardigan slid off your shoulder — made him feel a way that was entirely illogical. it was a sharp, jagged heat that he couldn't handle. his grip tightened on his desk, his knuckles turning white as he watched the way your soft thighs pressed together on the screen.
who was he ? who was the one making you sigh like that ?
before he knew it, his hands flew over the keyboard, typing and pressing enter.
j.one_01 ($80): who is the person, angel ?
a flurry of comments appeared on the screen, a chaotic scroll of curiosity, but your eyes were instantly hooked onto his username. the bold text sat there like a demand, and you didn't know what to do with it. you forced your gaze to move away from his comment, heart thudding against your ribs as you tried to focus on the others.
onlyforher_65 ($50): WHO IS THE LUCKY GUY ?!
dr3am3rb0y ($45): tell us tell us TELL US PLS
kals.forlife ($40): I KNEW IT !
you smiled again, finding everyone’s enthusiasm amusing, to say the least. it was a heady feeling — being the center of all that frantic curiosity. besides, this was your safe space. no one here knew the girl behind the camera, the quiet student who spent her hours buried in books.
right ?
you felt a sudden, reckless surge of confidence. if you couldn't say it to his face in the library, you could at least whisper it to the shadows of the internet. you might as well get it off your chest.
leaning closer to the mic, you let your fingers wander to the hem of your skirt, nervously twisting the fabric. the camera captured the way your thighs tensed, the white stockings stretching over your skin.
"well..." you started, your voice dropping into a low, confiding tone that sent the chat into another frenzy. "he's... he's my classmate in university and he’s brilliant. the kind of person who makes you feel like you're learning something new just by being near him. and he has this way of looking at things — so focused, so intense, so passionate."
you paused, biting your lip as the image of silver frames and plush lips flashed in your mind. "and he is kind... kind and gentle," you whispered, almost to yourself. "so gentle yet grounding, like being in his vicinity makes you feel lighter."
across the screen, jisung felt the air leave his lungs. his grip on the desk loosened, his heart stuttering at the sheer tenderness in your tone. he had expected you to talk about someone flashy, someone loud — but the way you spoke of this man, with such soft reverence, made the burning in his chest shift into something deeper, something far more dangerous. he found himself wishing — with a desperation that terrified him — that he could be that man for you. hell, he'd be anyone you wanted him to be.
your details warranted another inflow of comments, and you browsed through them with a gentle smile, mind already in a better headspace just thinking about him.
dr3am3rb0y ($45): HE SOUNDS JUST LIKE YOUR TYPE
gooninghard12 ($40): what does he look likeeee
softspot404 ($45): IS HE HOT BABE
you giggled, feeling giddy, the sound bubbling up from your chest. you shifted in your seat, the soft white knit of your stockings rubbing together with a quiet, shushing sound that the mic caught perfectly.
"is he hot ?" you repeated the question, your voice trailing off into a dreamy sigh. " is the moon pretty ? is the earth revolving ?" you let out a soft, airy breath, the sound vibrating through the mic. "he’s... gorgeous — too ethereal, i swear to god — but it’s more than that. he has this sharp jawline and the most beautiful eyes — the kind you can gladly drown into. his hands — christ — they're decorated with the most perfect veins and they... they look like they would be so careful, but also so so strong."
you traced a finger over your own wrist, imagining his touch. "and when he wears his glasses... the silver frames just make him look so sophisticated yet all my brain can think about is jumping his bones. honestly he's so much more than a crush, he's just the man of my dreams."
behind his screen, jisung felt a jolt of electricity shoot down his spine. his hand instinctively went to the bridge of his nose, fingers brushing the cool, polished metal of his own glasses. his heart was hammering so loudly he could hear it in his ears, a frantic thudding that made his vision swim.
it was a coincidence.
it had to be.
silver frames were common.
and plenty of people were brilliant.
he was held captive by your voice, waiting for the next detail to either shatter his hope or change his life forever. desperate and reckless, he needed to know if the man of your dreams was the one currently losing his mind over the way you spoke of him as your soft thighs spilled out of those white stockings.
then, your words fell into his ears, and they made the very air leave his lungs. the rest of the world ceased to exist — the glow of his monitors, the hum of the room — it all faded into a blur as his mind replayed your whisper.
"and he has this perfect choco chip mole on his right cheek that just adds to all of his beauty."
his hand instinctively reached out, his fingertips ghosting over the small mark on his right cheek. a jolt of electricity, sharper than any before, surged through him.
was it really him ?
did you really mean all of that for him ?
despite these signs pointing towards him, he just needed a final final confirmation, the logic-driven part of his brain struggled to comprehend it.
the girl he has been pining over wants him back ?
the girl of his dreams wants him back ?
he needed a final, undeniable confirmation.
with his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, he pulled his phone from the desk. his fingers — usually so steady — trembled slightly as he typed out a message. he asked to meet in his dorm for the project next week instead of the library, claiming he was only free in the evening and the library would be closed by then.
it was a flimsy excuse, a test, a lure.
in real time, he saw your phone screen light up on the stream the exact second he hit send.
you glanced down, and a soft, amused laugh escaping you — a sound so intimate it made his breath hitch. "the person we were just talking about... he literally just texted me right now," you murmured into the mic, your voice laced with a sweet, disbelieving giddiness.
jesus fucking christ.
it was him.
it felt like you were reaching through the screen and stripping him bare in front of thousands while he sat in the dark, frozen. the intellect he was so proud of, the iron-clad composure he worked so hard to maintain — it all evaporated in an instant. he wasn't just watching a confession — he was witnessing his own undoing. you weren't pining for a stranger — you were pining for him, and as the stream continued, han jisung was utterly unraveling at the weight of your words.
you leaned back in your chair, the soft ruffles of your skirt settling as you let out a long, shaky exhale. the thrill of the confession was still humming under your skin, but the weight of that text message was pulling you back to reality.
"okay, that’s enough heart-to-hearts for one night," you said, your voice returning to a more natural, though still slightly playful, tone.
you smoothed the white knit of your stockings one last time, a small smile tugging at your lips as you looked at the camera lens. "i’ve got a project to... prepare for. thanks for hanging out with me, everyone."
the chat flooded with "goodnights" and "good lucks," the screen a chaotic blur of support. you gave a small, shy wave before reaching out and clicking the button to disconnect.
the monitors dimmed, and the familiar silence of your room rushed back in. you sat there for a moment in the dark, the only light coming from your phone screen. you picked it up, your thumb hovering over jisung's message, replying with a "sounds good !" before finally heading to bed, unaware that on the other side of the screen, his world had just shifted forever.
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holy mother of god.
why was he coming this way ?
you were sitting in class awaiting the professor when you saw jisung enter the lecture hall. up until this point, everything was normal. however, he walked right past his usual seat and started walking in what was undeniably your direction. before your brain could fully process the shift, jisung was standing directly in front of you with that lovely smile, his silver frames on his head, used to hold his hair back today. god — even his forehead was sexy.
"hey ! i was wondering if i could sit here ?"
his voice was a low hum that vibrated through the wooden desk and into your bones. you blinked, your heart performing a frantic tap-dance against your ribs. you had already met up with him several times to work on this project, but it had always been in the controlled environment of the library. there, the sessions were a maximum of two hours, and the silence was your shield.
the lectures, however, lasted for around four hours. the worst part was that you couldn't stay entirely engrossed in your notebook like you did during study sessions. you had to look up, understand the professor, and interact, and you were silently praying to god to keep your sanity intact while he sat right next to you for the entire duration.
"uh — yeah. yeah, sure," you managed to stammer, desperately hoping your voice didn't crack.
as he slid into the seat next to yours, the heat radiating from his shoulder felt like a physical blow. you stared straight ahead, but how could you evade the piece of art sitting right beside you, catching your attention from your peripheral vision.
"thanks," he murmured, leaning in as his broad shoulder brushed against yours.
unbeknownst to you, jisung was just trying to be more friendly, hoping to become friends and maybe gradually ask you out. up until now, he had always maintained a respectful boundary, careful not to intrude on your space or make you uncomfortable.
he had mistaken your shy silence for a need for professional distance, so he kept his interactions strictly about the project, never daring to push past that invisible wall. he had no idea that every time he backed off to give you room, your heart was actually screaming for him to come closer.
the four hours of the lecture were a slow-burn torture for you. it was a constant battle for survival — every time he shifted in the cramped seat, the heat of his shoulder against yours made your patience thinner and your resolve crumble. you spent the entire time staring at the chalkboard, but your mind was stuck on the physical heat of his presence, counting down the minutes until you could finally breathe again.
for jisung, the experience was even worse.
even though you were wearing baggy jeans, the proximity was lethal. every time his leg brushed against yours, he could feel the radiating warmth of your thigh through the denim, making his throat go dry as his mind wandered to the softness hidden beneath the fabric. he had to grip his pen with white-knuckled intensity just to stay focused on the professor while being so agonizingly close to you.
by the time the professor dismissed the class, you both packed up in a blur of polite smiles and lingering glances. the day bled into evening, the anticipation of the meeting hanging over you.
as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, your phone buzzed on your desk, the screen illuminating the dark room.
jisung [5:55 pm]: hey, my dorm is in building b. room 312.
jisung [5:56 pm]: see you soon.
replying with an "okay!", you started getting ready to leave for his dorm. the gears in your brain were already turning at the idea of being in his personal space. you didn't want to pass up this opportunity just because you were too shy to make a move — you needed to try, for your own sake.
he had practically sat beside you the entire day and talked so sweetly, with the softest of touches. you couldn't help but want to dress up for him, moving away from your regular soft, baggy clothes.
you walked over to your wardrobe, and right in front of you was the outfit you had worn for the last live stream: the grey top, the black skirt, and finally, the soft white knit stockings.
wouldn't it be particularly romantic to wear the same outfit you had on when you confessed your crush, even if it hadn't been directly to him ?
plus, it was just going to be him.
he had already mentioned asking his roommate to leave so you could both study in peace, likely sensing you were shy and would be apprehensive around new people. mustering every bit of courage you had left, you finally decided on the outfit, letting the romantic irony of the choice settle the butterflies in your stomach.
you put on your outfit, styling your hair in a half-up, half-down look with a claw clip. after grabbing your tote bag, you realized the outfit was a bit too risky for a solo walk, so you decided to take a taxi.
upon reaching the building, you took the lift up to the third floor and moved towards apartment 312. you could hear the muffled sounds of guys laughing inside — presumably they were his roommates or friends — before you finally rang the bell. you checked your phone — 6:15 pm. you were exactly on time.
good gracious —
jisung opened the door, and if you thought he looked handsome in class, he looked perfectly delectable right now. he was clad in a soft grey long-sleeved t-shirt and black baggy sweatpants, his hair slightly ruffled and those silver frames in their designated place on the bridge of his nose. you could practically feel the saliva pooling in your mouth.
was that an angel ?
was that his angel ?
this was the only thing running through jisung's mind the second his eyes landed on you. you were wearing the exact same outfit from your last livestream, and he felt like he was about to have a stroke. the screen and camera did no justice to the way your curves were enhanced by that skirt.
and then, the absolute cause of his demise.
those thighs.
they were clad in the soft white knit stockings, with a sliver of honeyed skin visible where the fabric ended. he had to physically dig his nails into his palms to keep from reaching out to touch the soft curve of your waist or those plush thighs pressing together.
"hey, you're here," he managed to say, though his voice sounded raspier than usual.
you whispered a "hey" as jisung ushered you inside, his hand reaching out to instinctively take your tote bag from your shoulder. he murmured something about his friends just heading out, but your heart was already beating too fast for you to fully process his words.
as you stepped into the warmth of the dorm, you offered a shy greeting to the two guys standing in the common area. they were already grabbing their jackets, their eyes flickering between you and jisung with poorly hidden amusement. they didn't linger — after a few quick nods and greetings in your direction, they moved toward the hallway.
just as they reached the threshold, one of them tossed a wave back over his shoulder.
"bye j.one, see you tomorrow."
the door clicked shut, the lock engaging with a heavy thud that seemed to echo through the sudden silence of the room.
the air in the small apartment shifted instantly. you stood frozen, the name echoing in your mind like a physical blow.
han jisung.
j.one.
'j' for jisung and... han is 'one' in korean.
j.one.
your brain scrambled to put the pieces together.
the username of the man who had dominated your chat, the one who had dropped a thousand dollars just to hear you speak his name. you slowly turned to look at him, your pulse skyrocketing.
it wasn't a coincidence. it was him.
the man of your dreams was standing right in front of you, and he had heard every single word of your confession.
"you're... you're j.one" you breathed out, the words barely a whisper as you took in the sight of him.
jisung stood there, still holding your tote bag, his posture stiffening as the silence stretched between you. he knew the mask had slipped the moment his friend used that name.
as your mind processed the influx of information, it finally dawned upon you."that's why you — you were shocked when you saw the... the tattoo" you breathed, the reality of it settling heavily in the room.
he didn't try to deny it. instead, his grip tightened slightly on the straps of your bag, and he let out a slow, shaky breath.
"that was the day i found out — and i... i couldn't believe the girl of my dreams..." he murmured, his words trailing off as eyes searched yours with a mix of anxiety and hope.
wait.
what ?
"t-the girl of your d-dreams ?" you muttered, as you repeated the words that fell from his lips, sounding foreign to your own ears.
the confession sent your world spinning. all this time, you had been harboring a crush on the quiet, handsome boy in your lectures, never imagining that the mysterious "j.one" who supported your streams was the very same person. but it was even more than that — he had been falling for you in both worlds simultaneously.
"i've liked you since the first day of the semester," jisung admitted, his voice dropping to that low, vibrating register. "long before I ever found your channel. and then, when I saw you on my screen and saw the same tattoo... i realized the girl i was falling for in class was the same girl i was losing my mind over online. i was terrified that if i told you all of a sudden, it would ruin everything we were building in person."
he took a tentative step closer, the soft light of the dorm room catching the silver of his frames as his gaze dropped to your outfit — the very one from your confession.
"i've been watching your streams since you started," he confessed, his voice dropping to that low, vibrating register. "at first, I couldn't believe it. I’d spend my days sitting behind you in lecture, memorizing the way you'd tuck your hair behind your ear, and then I’d go home and see you on my screen. I felt like I was living two different lives, and in both of them, I was completely falling for you."
you stood there, your brain finally connecting the dots — the way j.one always knew exactly what to say to calm your nerves, make you feel more comfortable, make you feel at home.
it wasn't just luck. it was really him.
you buried your face in your palms, blood rushing to your cheeks until they feel like they might actually catch fire. the heat was so intense it was nearly crimson, staining your skin under the soft light of his room.
"oh god — jisung, i've been losing my mind over you for months," you muttered into your hands, the words muffled and thick with the kind of raw embarrassment that made you want to melt into the floor. "i was literally swooning over you on a livestream because i thought you wouldn't notice me. and all this time... it was you ? you were right there ?"
the silence that followed was heavy, but not uncomfortable. it was the kind of silence that happens right before a storm breaks.
jisung let out a soft, breathy laugh — a sound that was part relief and part pure, unadulterated longing. he set your tote bag down on the entryway table with a clinical sort of care, his movements slow and deliberate. when he stepped toward you, you could feel the shift in the air, the way his presence suddenly loomed larger, warmer, and much more real than a username on a screen.
"look at me," he whispered, his voice a low, honeyed command that vibrated right in the center of your chest.
you shook your head frantically behind your fingers, your heart performing a violent rhythm against your ribs.
but jisung wasn't having it.
he reached out, his fingers gently encircling your wrists. his touch was firm but incredibly soft, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt through you that made your breath hitch. slowly, he pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.
up close, behind the silver frames of the glasses, his eyes were dark, searching yours with a desperate kind of intensity.
oh he could look at you for eternity.
you were so ethereal, he was awestruck.
"you have no idea," he murmured, his thumb grazing the pulse point on your wrist. "you think you were the only one going crazy ? i sat next to you for four hours today trying to breathe normally while your leg was inches away from mine. i've been sitting in that library staring at you, wondering how someone could be so perfect."
jisung leaned in just a fraction, his scent — that intoxicating mix of clean laundry, slight musk and something uniquely him — clouding your senses.
"i don't just want the girl on the screen," he whispered, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back to your eyes. "i want the girl who aces everything quietly. the girl who bites her lip when she’s thinking. the girl who's smile makes the world seem brighter, warmer. i want you."
a blooming sensation emerged in your chest, as if your heart was growing too big for your ribs, trying to burst at the seams from the sheer weight of the affection he was showing you. for the first time, the jisung you adored and the j.one you craved were the same person, and he was standing right in your space, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.
"i want you too, jisung. so badly that every thought exits my brain the second i look at you. even a text or a comment from you makes my knees buckle. every time you smiled at me in class, the world felt brighter, and i couldn't help but want you more and more," you whispered, the words pouring out of you now that the dam had finally broken.
the intensity in his eyes deepened, his grip on your wrists softening as his hands slid up to rest on your waist. the heat from his palms seeped through the fabric of your grey top, grounding you even as your head spun.
"you have no idea how long i've waited to hear you say that," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming that low, husky tone that usually only existed in your dreams of him over you.
jisung took another half-step closer, the distance between you now completely non-existent. you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, see the way his pulse was jumping in his neck, mirroring your own. his gaze moved slowly over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way you were looking at him with wide, star-struck eyes.
"i sat through that four-hour lecture today thinking i was going to lose it if i didn't touch you," he whispered, his hand moving from your waist to cup the side of your face, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. "and seeing you in this outfit... the same one from the stream... it’s like you’re trying to kill me on purpose."
jisung leaned down, his forehead resting against yours. "can i ?" he breathed, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours, giving you every chance to back away even though he knew— and you knew — that there was nowhere else you would rather be.
a single nod of your head was all the permission he needed. jisung closed the final inch of distance between you, his hands sliding firmly onto your waist to pull you flush against him. you instinctively reached out, your fingers bunching the soft fabric of his grey shirt at his shoulders to ground yourself as the world seemed to tilt on its axis.
as jisung’s soft lips met yours, a small gasp escaped you — a tiny sound of surprise and sweet relief of finally having his lips on yours — and he swallowed it right away, muffling the sound with the heat of the kiss.
soft. he was so incredibly soft.
and it wasn't just his lips — he was soft in every mannerism. it was the way his fingers splayed across the small of your back, holding you close without crushing you. it was the way his lips caressed yours with a slow, rhythmic patience, and the way he looked at you in the brief moments he pulled back to breathe — like you were someone precious he wanted to take his sweet, sweet time cherishing.
the kiss deepened naturally, his tongue grazing your lower lip in a silent question that made your toes curl inside your white knit stockings. you leaned into him, your heart hammering against his chest.
jisung could feel his dreams finally coming to life as your lips touched his, your shared breath filling his lungs. you were the epitome of sweetness, all soft and flustered in his arms — how could he not adore you ? he had spent so many nights wondering if the girl on his screen would ever feel this real, and now that he had you in his grip, he was never letting go.
you both moved in tandem, your lips glistening with shared saliva in the dim light of the dorm. you softly traced jisung's lower lip with your own before suckling on it, a move so bold it pulled a low, guttural groan from deep in his throat. the sound vibrated through both of your chests, making your knees feel like they were made of water.
"j-jisung..." you mumbled against his mouth, your voice thick and syrupy, "i — i can't believe it's actually you."
"it's me, baby — it's always been me," he whispered back, his voice a low, honeyed rasp.
as he pulled you closer, his hands sliding down to the dip of your back to press you firmly against him, your breasts smushed against his chest. the friction of your bodies meeting — the softness of your curves against the solid planes of his torso — was almost too much for him to handle. jisung didn't think heaven existed, but if it did, it was probably this.
his kisses became slower, more intentional, as he began to trail them down from your lips to your jawline. you let out a shaky, hitched breath when you felt his nose brush against the sensitive skin of your neck, his silver frames cold against your heated skin.
"j-jisung... ah —" you gasped, your head rolling back to give him better access. you arched into him, your chest pressing even firmer against his as a small, broken moan slipped from your lips.
the sound seemed to undo him.
he let out a low, needy sound, his lips moving from soft grazes to deep, lingering presses against the column of your throat.
"you... you're so beautiful," he mumbled against your skin, his hot breath making your knees buckle. his hands, which had been resting gently on your waist, suddenly tightened, his fingers digging slightly into the soft fabric of your skirt as he pulled you even closer, if that was even possible.
you felt the shift in his energy — the sweetness was still there, but it was being overtaken by a desperate, hungry heat. his teeth grazed the junction where your neck met your shoulder, and you felt a jolt of pure electricity shoot down to your toes, making you whimper his name.
"jisung... please," you whispered, your fingers tangling desperately in his soft hair.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and blown out, his breathing coming in ragged, shallow bursts. "the... the bedroom ?" he managed to choke out, his voice cracking with a mix of shyness and intense desire.
you didn't even have to answer. you just kept your hands locked behind his neck as he began to lead you backward, neither of you willing to break the physical connection for even a second.
his lips found yours again, deeper and more demanding this time, as you both stumbled toward the half-open door of his room, the air between you thick with the promise of everything you'd both been dreaming of since the very first lecture.
once you hit the mattress, jisung broke off the kiss to find you looking up at him with wide, blown-out eyes. your lips were swollen from his touch, and your breath was coming in short, ragged breaks. his heart absolutely swooned at the sight — you were so vulnerable, so beautiful, and so his.
"can i... can i get them off, angel ?" he whispered, his voice cracking with a mix of shyness and a heat that made your skin tingle. his fingers were already hovering at the hem of your top, his knuckles grazing the skin of your stomach.
holy fuck
he literally called you "angel." it was the nickname that always appeared in your stream comments, but hearing it fall from his lips in that low, husky rasp made your heart leap into your throat.
you whispered a small, breathless "yes" as he carefully tugged the grey fabric over your head and slid your skirt down. you reached up and pulled out your claw clip, letting your hair spill over your shoulders in messy waves.
jisung had seen beauty before.
hell, he had seen you during all those long streams.
but nothing could have prepared him for how you would look right now, laying on his mattress in a black lace bra and matching panties, with those soft white knit stockings still hugging your legs.
you laid there like a literal angel — with your hair framing your face, he could almost swear he saw a halo around you. your soft curves existed in their full glory — the gentle slope of your tummy, your gorgeous hip dips, and his absolute favorite — those plush thighs practically spilling onto the mattress, looking so soft he felt an ache in his chest just looking at them.
are you even real ?
his eyes met yours again, and he looked almost dazed, his silver frames sliding slightly down his nose as he hovered over you. "you're... god, you're so perfect," he mumbled, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of your waist. "i-i don't even know where to start."
you bit your lip, your heart hammering against your ribs so hard it felt like it might bruise. seeing him hovering over you, still fully dressed in his soft t-shirt while you were laid out like an offering, made a wave of shy daring wash over you.
"j-jisung..." you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your shared, heavy breathing. you reached out, your fingers trembling as they hooked into the hem of his grey shirt. "can you... can you take these off, too ? i want to... i want to feel you."
the request seemed to short-circuit his brain for a second. his eyes went even darker, the pupils blown until only a thin rim of chocolate brown remained. "you — you want...?" he started, his voice cracking mid-sentence. he let out a shaky, half-breath of a laugh, his face turning a deep, endearing red. "yeah. okay. yeah."
he sat back on his heels, his movements a bit clumsy from the sheer adrenaline and nerves. you watched, mesmerized, as he crossed his arms and pulled the shirt over his head in one fluid motion.
oh. fuck.
you knew he was built, having observed him for an unhealthy amount of time, but seeing him with no barrier — it just hit different. his shoulders were broad, his skin a soft golden and glowing under the dim bedroom light, and the way his muscles rippled with every movement made your throat go dry.
he wasn't overly bulky, but he was lean and toned in all the right places — the kind of build that looked like it was made for holding someone close. he made quick work of his sweatpants, and as he moved back toward you, you couldn't help but stare at the way his chest rose and fell in ragged intervals.
he looked so handsome, so raw, and so incredibly flustered. when he crawled back over you, the heat radiating from his bare skin was intoxicating.
"is this... okay?" he mumbled, his arms bracing on either side of your head. he looked down at you, his silver frames sliding down his nose again, and the sight of his bare chest hovering just inches above your lace-covered breasts made your head swim.
"more than okay," you breathed, arching into him.
"you're so soft, angel," he groaned against your skin, his hands finally finding your plush thighs, his palms hot against the knit fabric of your stockings. "i feel like i'm dreaming... i never want to wake up."
he started to trail kisses along your collarbone, his touch becoming more confident as he felt you arch up to meet him, the friction of your bodies sending sparks through the quiet room. his hand slid higher, his thumb grazing the edge of your lace panties, and the sweetness of the moment began to sharpen into a deep, desperate hunger.
with a soft nod of permission from you, the lace was soon joined by the rest of your clothes on the floor, though he hummed a low, possessive sound when your hands went for your legs.
"no... keep the stockings on," he murmured, his voice thick and honey-dark. "you look too perfect in them."
he crawled between your legs, his knees gently spreading your plush thighs. he let out a low, ragged groan at the sight of you, his own heat pulsing with every passing second. to him, you were a masterpiece — the sweetest angel with the sweetest pussy ever, all soft and puffy, practically luring him in with your scent.
his hands slid underneath your thighs, his palms hot against the knit fabric of your stockings as he lifted you slightly, his gaze fixed on you with a hunger that felt almost reverent.
"angel," he breathed, his voice dropping into that deep, vibrating register that made your soul tremble. he leaned in close, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive skin. "i want you to sit on my face. can you do that for me ?"
the request was so bold, so raw, that it sent a shock of heat straight to your core. you looked down at himb— jisung, with his messy hair and his face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson — and you realized he wasn't just asking. he was pleading. he wanted to worship you, to taste every bit of the girl who had dominated his thoughts for months.
"p-please," he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips grazing the skin just above your stockings. "been dreaming about this for months. i want to taste how much you want me."
you felt the blood rush to your face, your heart performing a frantic tap-dance against your ribs. han jisung wanted your cunt on his face — who were you to say no ?
you gave a small, shaky nod, and the way his eyes lit up was enough to make your knees go weak all over again. as he laid down on the bed, you moved slowly, your face turning a deep crimson as you moved, your plush thighs framing his face as your hands reached out for the headboard.
as you moved to straddle him, jisung’s hand reached up, his fingers hooking around the silver bridge of his glasses to set them aside. "wait—" you whispered, your hand gently catching his wrist. you looked down at him, your voice small and shy. "c-can you leave them on ? i... i really love how you look in them, sungie."
jisung froze, his breath hitching as a deep, flustered red bloomed across his cheeks and chest. "y-you do ?" he mumbled, his eyes searching yours through the lenses, looking completely floored that you found his 'nerdy' frames attractive. a small, doted-on smile tugged at his lips as he dropped his hand back to your waist. "okay, angel. anything you want. i'll keep them on just for you."
as you lowered yourself, your core brushing against his lips, a broken sound escaped your throat. "is... is this okay ? tell me if i'm too heavy." you mumbled, so shy you couldn't even meet his eyes.
"more than okay — and angel, i deadlift nearly triple your weight — you're not fucking heavy, baby," he rasped, his hands coming up to grip your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin to steady you. "you're so... god, you're so pretty. you're perfect."
he didn't wait another second as he dived into the sweet treat hovering over him. when his tongue finally made contact, you let out a high, sharp gasp, your back arching as you clutched at his shoulders.
"jisung — ah fuck — j-ji..."
"shh, just take it, angel," he mumbled against you, his voice muffled but dripping with affection. "i've got you. i've finally got you right where i want you."
jisung practically devoured you, his tongue parting your folds to flick at your swollen pearl with a starving, desperate energy. he switched between long, dragging licks and sharp, needy suction, his head tilting to find the perfect angle as you bucked helplessly against him. his hands stayed busy, molding the soft flesh of your plush thighs and squeezing your hips to keep you pressed firmly to his face — his favorite view in the world.
he was relentless. his tongue suddenly darted deeper, sliding into your tight, wet hole with a rhythmic thrust that made your eyes roll back into your head. he let out a low, guttural groan right into your cunt, the deep vibration buzzing through your core and making your walls twitch and spasm around his tongue.
jisung’s silver-framed glasses were completely fogged over now, the lenses clouded from the rising heat of your bodies and his own frantic, shallow breathing. a few stray droplets of your juices had splattered onto the lenses, but he didn't even care; he was too far gone, his tongue darting back into your hole with a pulsing thrust that had you crying out his name.
"j-ji — i-i can't — nnnnngh — i'm g-gonna —" you sobbed out, your fingers digging desperately into his scalp, but he only gripped your thighs harder. his thumbs pressed deep into your soft, yielding skin to hold you in place, refusing to let you pull away from the worship you deserved.
"give it all to me, angel. let me see you break for me," he rasped, pulling back for a split second, his lips glistening and his eyes glazed with pure, unadulterated hunger.
he dived back in, his tongue swirling deep inside you before snapping back up to flick your pearl with a sharp, insistent friction.
the combination was too much, in the best way possible.
you felt the coil inside you snap, your body jolting as a wave of white-hot heat crashed over you. you arched your back high off the mattress, a sharp moan leaving your lips as you suddenly squirted, the hot spray hitting his face and further drenching his fogged-up glasses.
jesus fucking christ —
you literally squirted on his face.
life had never been better — never fucking ever.
jisung didn't pull away for even a heartbeat. he leaned into your dripping cunt, humming a deep, satisfied sound as he drank you in, his tongue catching every drop of your release as you shuddered and sobbed against him. he held you through the entire thing, his hands still molding your thighs and his face buried in your sweetness, proving that he really did want every single part of his angel.
his attention finally wavered when he heard you whimpering, your words falling in his ear making his head spin —
"wan — hic — wan your cock, sungie — mmmh please..."
jisung froze, your broken, hitching voice slicing right through the haze of his desire. hearing his name tangled with such a raw, desperate plea made his head spin faster than any high he’d ever felt. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his face flushed a deep, beautiful red as he took in your state — eyes glazed, hair a mess on his pillows, and your body still trembling from the way he’d just worshipped you.
"you... you want — ?" he started, his voice cracking mid-sentence. he let out a shaky, half-breath of a laugh, the shy boy in him momentarily stunned by your directness, but the heat in his gut quickly burned the hesitation away.
jisung moved with a new, frantic energy, his hands sliding from your thighs to your waist as he repositioned himself over you. his bare chest brushed against yours, the friction sending a new jolt of electricity through both of you. he looked down at you, his gaze intense even without his glasses, his pupils so blown they nearly swallowed the brown of his irises.
"god, i've been wanting to hear you say that since the moment we walked in here," he rasped, his forehead dropping against yours for a second as he tried to steady his breathing. "i want you so bad, angel."
he reached down and rolled a condom onto his dick, his fingers trembling slightly as he guided himself to your entrance. his knuckles turned white as he gripped your plush thighs, holding them wide so he could see every bit of where you met. he didn't just slam into you; instead, he guided the head of his cock to your entrance, his breath hitching as he felt how slick and ready you were for him.
"look at me, baby," he rasped, his voice trembling with the effort of holding back. "i'm going to go slow. i want you to feel every single bit of this."
jisung pushed forward just an inch, his eyes locked onto yours as your breath hitched. you felt the broad head of him stretching you open, the sensation so intense it made your toes curl.
"o-oh god... sungie..."
"you're so tight, angel," he groaned, his forehead dropping against yours as he pushed another inch deeper. "fuck, i can't believe how perfectly you're taking me."
jisung let out a sharp, jagged breath, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he felt your walls frantically trying to accommodate him. the way you were falling apart, your voice breaking into those small, needy hiccups, was making his own self-control slip through his fingers.
"god... you're so tight," he groaned against your skin, the sound muffled and raw. he stayed still for a heartbeat, his hips pinned heavily against yours as he felt you pulse around him. "just... give me a second, angel. you’re wrapping around me so perfectly."
he started to move then, not with long strokes, but with slow, shallow grinds that forced you to feel every bit of his girth.
"mmmph... please... m-more," you whined, your hands sliding down his back to pull him closer, desperate for the friction. "too — hic — big... 's so big, sungie..."
jisung’s eyes snapped open, dark and glazed with a mix of pride and pure hunger. "i know," he rasped, a small, breathless smile tugging at his lips despite the sweat dripping down his temple. "i know it's a lot, baby. but you're taking it so well. look at you..."
he pulled back, almost all the way out, before sliding back in with a wet, heavy thud that knocked the air right out of your lungs.
"hngh !" your back arched off the mattress, your fingers curling into the sheets. "feels s'good... 'm so full—"
"yeah ? you feel that ?" he grunted, his pace picking up just a fraction, the rhythm becoming more insistent. "such a sweet girl and suuuuuch a sweet pussy... god, you're so wet for me."
he stopped midway through a thrust, his muscles locking up as you squeezed him particularly hard. he let out a choked moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he fought the urge to finish right then and there. he leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, tongue-heavy kiss to swallow your whimpers, his hips starting to roll in a way that hit that one spot deep inside, over and over again.
the friction of his rolling hips was too much, the sensation of him grinding against your deepest point sending sparks through your entire nervous system. your legs, still draped over his broad shoulders, shook uncontrollably as you felt the familiar coil in your gut tighten into a knot.
"jisung — wait, i'm —" you gasped, your nails digging into the skin of his back.
"i've got you," he panted, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rumble. he didn't slow down — instead, he drove in deeper, his pace turning frantic and raw. "come for me, angel. right now."
with one final, bone-deep thrust, you shattered. your internal walls clamped down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses that sent him over the edge instantly. jisung let out a loud, broken cry against your neck, his body stiffening as he came, his weight collapsing onto you as you both drifted back down to earth, hearts hammering against each other in the quiet room.
the heavy silence of the room was broken only by the sound of your synchronized breathing and the occasional rustle of the sheets as the adrenaline began to fade. jisung stayed buried in you for a long moment, his forehead pressed against yours, before he slowly, reluctantly slid out.
"stay right here," he whispered, his voice still a bit scratchy. "don't move an inch."
he disappeared into the bathroom, returning a minute later with a warm, damp towel. he climbed back onto the bed, his movements soft and careful as he began to clean you up. he was incredibly thorough, his touch tender as he wiped away the evidence of how much he’d just worshipped you. he kissed your plush thighs, lingering over the faint red marks his fingers had left behind.
"you okay ? i didn't go too hard, did i ?" he asked, looking up at you through his glasses with those soft, worried eyes. when you shook your head and reached for him, he let out a relieved breath.
he padded over to his dresser and pulled out his favorite oversized grey hoodie and a pair of his softest jersey boxers. he helped you sit up, gently guiding your arms through the sleeves. the hoodie was huge on you, the hem reaching mid-thigh, and the sleeves swallowing your hands. he chuckled softly, tugging the hood over your messy hair before pulling the boxers up your legs.
"there," he murmured, tucking you back under the duvet and climbing in beside you. "much better. you look so good in my clothes, angel."
he let you settle against his chest, his arms wrapping around you securely. he stayed like that for a few minutes, just holding you, until he suddenly remembered something. he gently disentangled himself, whispering another "be right back" before slipping out of the room.
when he returned, he was hiding something behind his back, a nervous, dorky grin playing on his lips.
"i... uh... i had these hidden in a vase in the hall closet," he mumbled, stepping closer to the bed. he revealed a beautiful, fragrant bouquet of pink lilies.
"i wanted the timing to be perfect, but honestly ? after tonight ? i couldn't wait another second."
he sat on the edge of the mattress, handing you the flowers with a hand that was still slightly trembling. his silver glasses were a bit crooked, reflecting the soft light of the room.
"i love you, angel. so... will you be my girlfriend ?," he said, his eyes searching yours with a raw, terrifying sincerity.
you didn't even need to speak — the way you pulled him back into the blankets.burying your face in the lilies and then his chest, you mumbled a yes and it told him everything he needed to know.
"yeah," he breathed, his chin resting on top of your head as he squeezed you tight. "my girl."
oh my god the end 😭 han jisung putting his favorite hoodie on me and dressing me in his clothes would be the end of me. i’m done. IM DONE. put me in a straight jacket, i’m crazy for him 😵💫♥️
beautiful, filthy, sexy, cute—perfect series, my love. my fianceé 🤭 #NERDSUNG is my fave sung 😩😩
synopsis: another bubble video from Chris—it was routine by now. but ever since you first watched it, you couldn't get that necklace out of your head, and the thoughts you had were a little outside the norm, even for you. (2,9k words)
warnings: unprotected sex; oral sex (f!receiving); dry humping; lots of edging; teasing; praising; nipple play; overstimulation
author’s note: unless he stops posting videos on bubble, I won’t stop writing about them, never.
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For about ten minutes now, you’ve been fixated on the video Chris sent on Bubble. With your breath hitching and your lips parted, you took him in piece by piece: the upward glance he gave each time, the flex of his biceps, the way his chest swelled… and then there was the necklace.
You hadn't expected it to affect you this much, but the anticipation of him arriving and what you’d do together had completely taken over. So many thoughts were flooding your mind that—
“I’m home, baby.” Hearing the door close followed by Chris’s voice, you quickly swiped out of the video and bolted upright from the couch.
“Hey, babe.” With a soft smile playing on your lips, you masked your anticipation. You closed the gap between you to press a lingering kiss to his lips.
Chris returned the kiss, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you in. When he pulled away just enough to see your face, he tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What’s with that look?”
You just shrugged, blinking up at him through your lashes while your gaze drifted back to his necklace—the one that had been stuck in your head all day, sparking thoughts that were anything but innocent. “Nothing…” You managed, forcing your gaze back to his face, but it was too late—Chris had clearly caught on that something was up.
Chris let out a low chuckle and shook his head slowly. “C’mon, spill it. What’s on your mind?”
You let out a deep sigh, unable to stop yourself from smiling as you looped your fingers around his chain to pull him closer. “You really haven’t gotten tired of posting those videos on Bubble, have you?”
Chris raised a brow, giving you a look of mock surprise. “What have you cooked up in your mind this time? Let’s hear it.”
Instead of answering, you crashed your lips against his. You felt him gasp into the kiss before his arms hooked around your waist, pulling you in. “That damn necklace has been torturing me all day…” You murmured against his lips as you started backing him toward the bedroom.
He pulled back just an inch to breathe, a soft laugh escaping him. “You’re insane.” He said, shaking his head slightly before returning to the kiss.
His hands tightened their grip on your waist, his mouth slanted over yours again and again, hungrier each time, until you’re making him stumble backward under the sheer force of you. He spins you around, guiding you with a control that makes your breath hitch, and when your knees hit the edge of the bed, you collapse onto the mattress, breathless.
He doesn’t stop kissing you as his body follows yours down, hovering above you, caging you in. The weight of him doesn’t touch you fully, but it’s close enough that you feel his heat radiating through the fabric of his tank top, the ridges of his muscles shifting with every move.
His lips move over yours with a rougher edge now, pressing harder, deeper, like he’s determined to fulfill your dreams. The cool scrape of his necklace teases you at every angle, sending sparks down your spine, and every time you gasp for air, he seizes the chance to taste you deeper, his tongue stroking yours with maddening precision.
Your hands instinctively fly up, fingers tangling in his necklace, and you grip his shoulders, dragging him closer. He smirks against your mouth, knowing exactly what that means.
“Want me to lose the necklace?” He asked between kisses with a knowing grin, clearly aware of the answer before the words even left his mouth.
“No, no—absolutely not.” You shook your head rapidly, your fingers curling tighter around the chain.
That smirk of his grows slow, dangerous. “You’re driving me crazy…” He murmurs, his voice low, taunting, and his chest heaving against yours.
He captures your bottom lip gently between his teeth, his hands roaming over yours possessively. His fingers hook into the thin straps of your top, playing with them teasingly. The kiss turns hungry, passionate. His other hand slides up your thigh, getting closer to the sensitive area between your legs.
His thumb traces the edge of the thin fabric of your shorts before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
And then he plants his mouth on your neck and sucks softly, full lips flush with your heated skin, which pulls a gasp from you and sends shivers down your spine. His lips and tongue leave gentle marks as he trails kisses down to your collarbone. His hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing against the undersides of your breasts through the soft fabric.
When you gasp, he smirks against your skin before biting down gently on that sensitive spot just below your ear. His hands slowly push the straps of your top down, baring your breasts to his hungry gaze.
He pulls back, his lips shining with saliva, groaning before pressing his face in between your soft mounds, his hands gripping your hips, grinding his against you.
He inhales deeply like he’s trying to breathe you in. His hands squeeze your hips possessively, grinding his hardness against you.
He presses kisses to the valley between your breasts, looks up at you, his pupils dilated with desire. “You’re perfect… Gosh.”
You look down at him. “Chris… please.” You say breathlessly, tangling your fingers in his hair lightly.
“Please what?” He asks, eyes locked on yours as he switches his attention to the other breast, sucking harder this time as his hands tighten their hold on your hips.
You can feel exactly how hard he is as he grinds against you—thick and straining against his pants.
Your hips lifting to meet his, moaning as your back arches off of the bed, hands tugging at his curls. “I-I need you… Chris, please—“
He groans against your breast, and without waiting any further he takes your top off following with his; grinding against your hips, the friction is delicious, his thick length sliding between your folds even through the fabric of his pants and your soaked shorts. He wraps his lips around your nipple again, sucking hard as his teeth graze the sensitive bud.
His fingers curl under the waistband of your shorts and slide them down your legs along with your panties. He kisses your thighs as he slides the drenched fabric down before throwing it to the side, eyes locked on the wet flesh before him.
His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you lying before him—legs spread open for him. He kisses a path up your inner thighs, his hands pushing your legs further apart to give him better access.
The first swipe of his tongue is slow, deliberate, tracing the seam of your folds as if he’s savoring the taste. “Fuck, Chris—“ You breathe, your thighs instinctively clenching around his head, but Chris only smirks against you, his tongue pressing deeper.
The sight alone makes your head spin—Chris on his knees between your thighs, broad shoulders spread against the mattress, his mouth buried in your wetness while his chain dangles with every drag of his tongue. When his eyes lift to meet yours, it feels like the air gets knocked out of your lungs.
You can’t look away. He’s watching you as he eats you out, watching every twitch, every gasp, every desperate shift of your hips. His lips glisten with your arousal, the silver chain catching the light each time he drags his tongue across your swollen clit.
“Oh, God—“
The moan that breaks from your throat seems to fuel him. His tongue moves faster, his mouth gets greedier, and when the overwhelming pleasure makes you grab at his hair, tugging hard, he groans into your cunt like he can die happily at the moment. The vibration sends another shockwave through you, your hips bucking against his face.
He doesn’t relent. If anything, he doubles down, one hand pinning your thigh open while the other presses hard against your hip to hold you in place. His tongue works you in slow, devastating strokes one second and rapid, precise flicks the next, always bringing you right to the edge before easing off, dragging another shameless moan out of you.
“Louder.” He mutters against your slick folds, voice muffled but clear enough for you to comprehend. ”Let me hear you.” His eyes are still locked on yours, dark and glinting with something both menacing and unbearably hot.
Your thighs tremble, every muscle in your body strung tight as Chris devours you. The relentless drag of his tongue, the sinful words he said—it’s all too much and yet not enough. You can feel it coming, the swell in your belly, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter until you’re right there, seconds away from snapping. Your voice breaks on his name, desperate, needy. “Chris—please—oh, God—“
Your cry cuts off into a frustrated whimper as he pulls back just enough to let the cool air ghost over your drenched cunt. He licks his lips deliberately, catching your taste on his tongue as he smirks up at you.
“Not yet, baby.” He says, voice low and smug. His thumb traces lazily along your inner thigh, close enough to make you shiver but never touching where you need him the most. “You sound too good when you’re begging, love.”
You glare down at him, chest heaving, but it’s impossible to hide the way your hips twitch, aching for more, and his smirk deepens.
“Don’t look at me like that, c’mon.” He murmurs, leaning in to press one slow, devastating lick up your slit. Your body jerks, but he pulls back before you can chase the sensation. “I’ll give it to you when I think you’ve earned it.”
You’re panting, flushed, and your hands are still tangled in his hair, torn between yanking him back down and pushing him away before he ruins you.
But Chris settles himself between your thighs again, utterly unhurried, eyes glinting with wicked amusement as he teases another languid stroke over your folds. You can feel yourself getting wetter, needier, desperate to give in.
His mouth hot and hungry against your core. His tongue curls just right, and the pressure builds so fast it’s almost unbearable. Your back arches, thighs trembling as you gasp his name, so close—
“Fuck—Chris—“ You let out a strangled cry, tugging hard at his hair as he pulls away for the second time, just when you’re seconds away from falling over the edge.
“Not yet. I wanna hear you scream for it.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking like the cocky devil he is.
Your hips buck toward him, shameless now, but he just presses a hand to your stomach, pinning you down. His touch is firm but teasing, like he owns the pace, owns you—which he does.
The next time his mouth returns, it’s worse but better. He alternates between deep, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue, never settling long enough to push you over the edge. You’re dripping, writhing beneath him, the sheets damp beneath you. Your moans are wrecked, pleading, begging without even realizing. Again, right as your body clenches and you’re seconds away, he pulls back with a wicked grin.
You nearly sob.
You choke out a frustrated sound, glaring at him through your haze of need. “You’re so fucking cruel.”
Chris only laughs under his breath, sitting back on his knees between your spread thighs. His hand goes to the waistband of his pants, and when he tugs them down, your breath hitches even though you’ve seen it a thousand times. His cock springs free, flushed and heavy, the tip wet. Your mouth goes dry at the sight, heat coiling even tighter in your stomach.
He fists himself slowly, lazily stroking up his thick length as he looks at you with that grin of his. “Who is cruel now, huh?”
Your thighs instinctively press together at the sight, but his other hand pushes them open again, spreading you wide for him as he pumps himself, letting you watch.
The sight alone has you dripping, clenching around nothing, your body betraying your protest.
“You’re quiet now.” He teases, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock as he groans softly. He leans forward, letting his tip drag up your soaked folds, not pushing in—just enough to make you gasp.
Your lips part, a shaky breath leaving you, your eyes fixed on him. The edging, the sight of his swollen cock so close, the teasing words—it all winds you tighter, pushing you closer to breaking.
“You want me to fuck you properly? Then take me. Every inch of it.” His hips snap forward, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch is overwhelming, a choked cry tearing from your throat as your nails dig into his shoulders.
Your body clenches desperately around him. You take him—every inch of him—with your back arching into the sheets, and Chris notices.
“Fuck—“ He breathes, low and wrecked, before his smirk curls back in place. “You’re taking me so well.”
Without warning, he draws his cock almost all the way out, leaving you painfully empty, only to slam back inside with a force that makes you cry out in pleasure.
“Yeah—” He groans, watching your body react to the thrust. “That’s what I want. That sound. Just like that, baby.”
He repeats it, cruelly slow withdrawal, then a brutal snap of his hips that makes your eyes roll back. With every thrust, his necklace brushes against your jaw, making you clench around him even tighter as your moans grew louder. Each time he slammed in harder, he’s hitting that spot inside you that makes your body writhe.
His pace grows erratic, his hips snapping against yours with raw urgency. The sound of skin meeting skin mixes with your ragged moans, with his sharp grunts.
It feels like the world has shrunk to just this—just him inside you, stretching you, filling you, unraveling you.
As you stuck out your tongue and took his necklace into your mouth, you felt his breath caught in his throat sharply.
“Fuck—“ He bites off his words with a moan, hips grinding deep into you, chasing the heat that coils tighter inside him.
Your legs wrap around his waist, locking him closer, and he groans when your walls clench around his cock. His control shatters further, his thrusts harder, needier, less measured. “Shit—if you keep clenching around me like that, I’m gonna—”
He can’t barely finish his sentence. He buries himself to the hilt, grinding against your spot with desperate precision.
Your moans spilling into his mouth, feeding his loss of control. Your body trembles beneath him, your thighs shaking uncontrollably around his waist.
Every thrust drags another broken moan out of you, your body overstimulated, yet he just keeps pushing deeper, slower at first, savoring the way you whimper and twitch beneath him. He takes your breast into his mouth again, tongue flicking your nipple, and you nearly sob at how good it feels.
Your nails rake down his back, leaving red trails on his skin, and he only groans, fucking into you harder.
All you can hear is the sound of Chris’s hips slamming into you, the wet drag of him sliding in and out, and your own voice breaking with cries of pleasure you can’t hold back.
He leans in, teeth grazing the shell of your ear before he growls. “Come with me.”
The words push you over, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave, your walls spasming wildly around his cock as you scream his name. He thrusts erratically, chasing his own release, and with a guttural moan, he follows, hot spurts of cum flooding your cunt, filling you as his body tenses, arms crushing you to him.
“Fuck, yes—take it all" He grunts, mouth back on your nipple, sucking through the aftershocks.
He collapses against you at last, chest heaving, sweat-slick skin pressed to yours. for a long moment, there’s only breathing—your mingled gasps, the sound of your hearts trying to slow.
His weight is heavy, grounding, and you don’t mind at all. Your arms are still around him, holding him close, as though if you let go the moment might slip away.
You feel the tremor in his shoulders when he exhales a shaky laugh against your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. He presses a kiss there, lingering, soft in contrast to everything before.
“Fuck…” He mutters, still catching his breath, “You were so good for me” Another kiss, this time to your collarbone, his lips curved into a small, proud smile, “So perfect, every second. And also… I didn’t know you had a thing for my necklace—”
“That’s not—oh, shut up.” You say, flushed and embarrassed.
Chris let out a low chuckle in amusement. “Honestly… it was hot as fuck, the thing you did, when you took it into your mouth—“
“Chris… please.” You groan in protest, a flush creeping up your face with his words.
At this moment, he can’t stop his laughter, he dangles his necklace just to get under your skin.
“Stop it, Gosh…” You groan in annoyance but can’t help the way your lips curl upward slightly.
He bites back a grin before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Tell me now, what kinks do you have that I don’t know?”
You groaned again and you knew that no matter how much you denied it, he wouldn't believe—and he wasn't going to let it rest.
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who knew that one slip up could turn into the most dangerous game to unravel your secret ?
pairing: han x curvy!reader; classmates to lovers
genre: smut; fluff
warnings: explicit sexual content (minors do not interact) no details because it's way more fun that way ;)
word count: 5.85k
kysa's note: as a nerdsung stan through and through, i had planned this two part fic since forever. plus his new insta posts just sent me spiralling and here we are — leave your thoughts in the comments, hope you enjoy ! xoxo.
the lecture hall was always three degrees too cold, filled with the rhythmic clicking of keyboards and the low, steady drone of a professor you’ve stopped listening to twenty minutes ago. pulling the sleeves of your oversized, cream-coloured cardigan down over your knuckles, you buried your face in the soft wool as you let out a tiny, suppressed yawn.
it wasn't like you didn't like the subject — it was actually one of your favourites — mathematical economics. the amalgamation of numbers and abstract concepts usually got the gears turning in your brain, a welcome challenge to stimulate your mind. the professor — a sixty-something man — was also experienced and dedicated, his passion being the very thing that inspired you to work harder. this was precisely why you had fought so hard to get into the top university for your major; you wanted to study at the best institution, under the best faculty.
but as the lecture crossed the one hour mark and the professor delved into the complexities of the lagrange multiplier and constrained profit maximization, your eyelids began to feel heavy. your lashes drooped, fluttering stubbornly as you tried your best to continue scribbling notes that were becoming increasingly illegible.
the reason behind your drowsiness could easily be disguised as a bad morning. the morning could have certainly been better — your alarm hadn't gone off, you had tripped over the rug, and you had stubbed your toe against the sharp edge of the door. but those were just excuses. the primary cause of your exhaustion was the fact that you had been awake until 3:00 a.m., sitting in the glow of a ring light and livestreaming while spreading your legs for strangers.
initially, you had no intentions of doing anything of the sort. hell, you were far too shy to even entertain the thought — a camgirl ? but when you started university, you realised soon enough that even though your hard work had earned you a scholarship for tuition; the costs of accommodation, food, and daily expenses were piling up. however you couldn't bring yourself to ask your parents for a single cent more.
that’s when you stumbled across the advertisement — www.lovecamgirl.com. it was practically calling out to you, promising hundreds of dollars in tips in a single day just for streaming yourself. the hook ? you weren't even required to show your face.
you didn't truly believe the 'hundreds of dollars' statement, but you figured even if that amount appeared over a month, you could finally tide over. you might even be able to send some money home to your parents after all they had done for you. you were still mulling it over when you were told that the affordable housing for scholarship students was full, forcing you into a single-share apartment with a much higher rent. the decision was made.
to everyone around you, you were just shy, soft and unassuming. even your small circle of friends saw you as the 'baby' of the group, the one they felt the need to protect because of your quiet nature. to them, you were the girl who lived in cozy, neutral and pastel toned clothes and always sat by the window, the one who answered the professor’s questions with a studious confidence that only surfaced during academic discussions.
they had no idea that while they were out at late-night parties, you were locked in your room, living a secret. you were the girl who blushed when a classmate looked at you for too long, yet you were also the girl who spent her nights in front of a camera, letting out those same shy, giggly sounds for an audience that worshipped the parts of you your cardigan hid.
stifling another yawn, you shifted in your seat as your gaze strayed. just a few rows down, a mop of dark hair moved. han jisung shifted in his chair, his shoulders tensing as he leaned over his laptop, seemingly engrossed in the lecture. you watched him for a heartbeat too long —
yes, you had a big fat crush on han jisung.
but was it really your fault when he was just perfect in every sense of the word ?
he was the definition of an academic weapon, possessing a mind that seemed to move a mile a minute. unlike your quiet, observant approach to academics, jisung was vocal. he was the star of every debate, his voice steady and persuasive as he dismantled complex theories with an effortless grace.
he didn't just ace exams; he set the curve, his name always sitting comfortably at the top of the leaderboard. there was a magnetic sort of brilliance to him, an intensity that made him appear both grounded and entirely out of reach. he moved through the university halls with a casual, easygoing confidence, often surrounded by friends but always looking like he was five steps ahead of everyone else in the room.
you found a strange sort of comfort in the way your names were always linked at the top of the department rankings. it wasn't a bitter rivalry, but rather a healthy, silent competition that kept you both on your toes. while he commanded the room with his speeches, you were the one whose written proofs were whispered about for their elegance and precision. you matched him step for step, grade for grade, your intellectual wavelengths perfectly in sync even if you were too bashful to ever strike up a real conversation about it.
watching him now, it felt unfair that someone so intellectually gifted could also look like he had been sculpted by god. the black cotton of his shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders, tapering down into a deceptively thin waist. when he leaned forward to type, the movement emphasized the lean muscle of his back and the faint ripple of his pectorals.
even from this distance, you could see the way his biceps flexed against the hem of his sleeves and the subtle veins protruding on his neck as he tilted his head to look at the board. his jawline was sharp, clean, and framed perfectly by the frames of his glasses. it was a mystery how he even found the time to go to the gym after juggling such a demanding course load, but the results were undeniable.
he was a walking contradiction — a top-tier nerd with the body of an athlete — and every time he ran a hand through his soft hair, you felt your heart stutter in your chest.
you wondered if he ever felt the same exhaustion you did, or if his nights were spent as productively as his days.
little did you know, jisung’s body was itching to turn around and take a look at the sweet girl near the window — you — even if just for a second. he was just as aware of you as you were of him. to him, you were the girl who proved herself through every action, whether it was shattering expectations on exams or delivering projects with a meticulous flair that he deeply admired. your quiet nature seemed to comfort everyone around you, while your razor-sharp skills disarmed them in the same minute.
he had taken a liking to you ever since you first approached him in the first semester, your sweet, hesitant voice asking him where the classroom was while you clutched your bag to your chest. that one interaction had been the catalyst; slowly, without even realizing it, he had fallen for you. he found himself looking for you in every crowded room, his heart doing a strange little flip whenever he saw your name next to his on the results sheet.
you were still admiring him, completely zoned out, when the head you were focused on suddenly turned. his eyes, sharp and clear behind his glasses, landed directly. on. you.
jesus fucking christ
a violent shiver ran down your spine as you instantly snapped your gaze toward the window, your heart hammering against your ribs. the heat in your cheeks was instantaneous — a deep, burning crimson that made you want to bury your face in your cardigan and never come out. you were certain you’d been caught, that your wide-eyed staring had been far too obvious to a boy as observant as jisung.
after a few excruciating seconds of staring at the campus trees, you couldn't help yourself. you stole another short glimpse, half-expecting him to have turned back to his laptop. but he hadn't moved. he was still looking at you, his head tilted slightly to the side, an unreadable expression dancing in his eyes.
gathering every ounce of courage you possessed, you offered him a tiny, hesitant smile — the kind of soft, bashful expression that would redeem you from this embarrassing moment, hopefully. his reaction was immediate. his own lips curled into a reciprocal smile, one that wasn't just polite, but warm and genuine, making his eyes crinkle at the corners.
you quickly looked down at your notes, your vision blurring as you tried to focus on the equations again. the interaction had lasted only a few heartbeats, but it was enough to make your earlier drowsiness vanish, replaced by a buzzing, electric energy.
on the other side of the row, jisung turned back to the front, but his hands were trembling slightly as they hit the keys. that smile. what he wouldn't do to keep you smiling at him —
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the next week at university was hectic, to say the least. assignment submissions were due in a relentless wave, keeping you tethered to your desk until your eyes burned. it was the final push before the end-of-semester projects were even discussed, the upcoming weeks promised to be even more intense once partners were officially assigned and due dates announced.
you already had a feeling who your partner might be, a silent hope that the department would pair the two top students together, but that was a bridge to cross in the future.
for now, you were just exhausted.
after a gruesome week of toiling hard and finally submitting every last assignment, you reached your apartment late in the evening. having already eaten on campus, you locked the door behind you with a relieved sigh, the click of the deadbolt signaling the end of your public persona for the day. you headed straight toward the bathroom, desperate to wash the remnants of the week off of you.
you enjoyed a long, indulgent bath, feeling your tired muscles finally relax under the steady stream of warm water. the epsom salts seemed to work wonders, drawing the tension from your limbs as you soaked in the quiet stillness of your sanctuary. it had been an entire week since you last streamed, the chaos of university life forcing your secret identity into the shadows, but you planned to go live tonight.
initially, the idea of camming had terrified you — the very thought of putting yourself out there for strangers to see made your stomach churn with a cold, hollow anxiety. you were the girl who avoided eye contact in the hallways, the one who felt exposed if your cardigan slipped too far off your shoulder in public. you had spent your whole life trying to minimize yourself, convinced that the weight of your curves made you stand out in ways that were clumsy rather than beautiful. the transition from that girl to a "camgirl" felt like a leap you weren't sure you could survive.
but as the weeks went by, the fear began to morph into something else — something that felt dangerously like freedom.
there was a strange, intoxicating power in being faceless. behind the lens. you were just a silhouette of honeyed skin and deep, inviting dips. the things that usually made you feel self-conscious in the real world — the way your thighs were heavy and soft, spreading out comfortably when you sat down, or the way your waist seemed to disappear into the generous curve of your hips — were suddenly the very things being worshipped.
you realized that the people on the other side of the screen didn't want you to be the 'ideal' you saw in magazines. they loved your fullness. they praised the plushness of your body, the way your skin yielded under the pressure of your own fingertips, and the soft, rounded lines that your university wardrobe worked so hard to disguise.
for the first time in your life, you started to see your curves not as something to be managed, but as something to be celebrated. the comments weren't just vulgar demands; they were affirmations that transformed your body into a masterpiece of soft, tactile beauty.
it empowered you in a sense. it gave you a quiet confidence that started to bleed into your daily life. when you sat in class and felt the fabric of your jeans stretching over your thighs, you were no longer overly aware. you knew, with a secret, thrumming heat in your chest, that you were the girl thousands of people stayed up for just to catch a glimpse of those very same curves.
stepping out of the bathroom, you dried yourself off and caught your reflection in the steamed-up mirror. you wiped a small circle clear, looking at the soft flush of your skin and the way your damp hair clung to the dip of your lower back. your body felt heavy in the best way possible, anchored and real. you weren't scared anymore. tonight, you were looking forward to the shift — from the girl who hid her body to the girl who owned it.
as you began pulling out the ring light and the familiar, faceless setup, you felt the weight of the assignments and the stressful week finally start to lift. you reached for your favourite outfit — a pair of tight, high-waisted denim shorts that bit just enough into your skin to emphasize the swell of your hips, and a soft, long-sleeved black top that clung to your curves like a second skin.
the main highlight for today, however, were the black lace stockings you donned.
as you pulled the delicate lace up, you watched with a thrum of quiet satisfaction as the elastic tops dug into the plushness of your thighs. the skin spilled over the intricate floral patterns, creating a soft, pillowy overflow that looked almost edible under the warm glow of the ring light. the contrast was striking — the rough blue denim, the sheer black lace, and the pale, smooth expanse of your thighs.
you adjusted the camera angle, ensuring the frame captured the dip of your waist and the way the shorts rode up just enough to showcase the lace biting into your skin. you settled onto the edge of your bed, the fabric of your top stretching across your chest as you leaned back, letting out a small, relieved sigh.
• moonlit_haze is live •
the notification pinged, and within seconds, the room started filling up. the dashboard lit up with a chaotic flurry of comments and tips, the icons dancing in the dark of your room as you settled into your spot. you smiled, shyly waving into the camera while making sure only your body from the neck down was visible.
little did you know, han jisung had just slammed his laptop shut after finishing the last of his economics data entries. his eyes were burning, his shoulders were tight, and he was ready to collapse — until his phone buzzed. the notification lit up his dark room, and his breath hitched. he didn't even hesitate, clicking the link and leaning back in his chair as the image of your thighs, spilling over those lace stockings, filled his screen.
"hi guys, it's been a minute since i've been here, hm ?" your voice was a melodic murmur. you watched the screen as the first few comments popped up:
onlyforher_65 ($50): curvy goddess !!
sam75rover ($40): missed you so much, those thighs are life saving.
kals.forlife ($35): you look so good tonight.
"hi and welcome," you replied softly, your hands coming to rest on your thighs. the lace of your stockings felt intricate under your palms, a grounding sensation as you pulled at your sleeve, revealing the thin black bra strap against your shoulder.
then, your eyes landed on the one comment that always made your heart skip a beat.
j.one_01 ($100): hi sweetheart, you look heavenly in lace.
this was your regular viewer and, you might secretly add, the absolute best one. the others were still sweet and appreciative, but j.one always said the right things that. he had this way of making you feel hotter, sexier, and more in tune with your own body. on the days when you took things further, he was the one who guided you, his words acting like a physical touch that helped you reach heights of pleasure faster than you ever thought possible.
"hi, j.one," you whispered, your voice turning a fraction more intimate as you ignored the rest of the scrolling chat. you shifted your weight, the denim of your shorts pulling tight across your hips as you leaned just a bit closer to the mic. your top slid off one shoulder as your black lace bra came into view. "i was hoping you’d show up tonight. do you really like the lace ?"
han jisung felt his throat go dry. he was sitting in his darkened dorm room, the blue light reflecting off his glasses as he watched the way your fingers dug slightly into the soft give of your thighs, the black lace biting into your skin.
j.one_01 ($100): i love it baby. especially the way it looks against your skin.
fuck — the nicknames from him hit you somewhere below your abdomen, settling down into a warm pit right over your heat. you felt a thrum of heat settle low in your belly at his words, keeping your hands right where they were for a second, fingers splayed over the floral lace.
slowly, you reached for the hem of your black top. with a soft, steady pull, you removed it, tossing it somewhere off-camera. your entire bra and beautiful, curvy chest came into view, the soft light catching the swell of your breasts and the deep curve of your waist.
as you shifted, the ring light caught the delicate ink etched into the soft skin of your side. an elegant lily bloomed across your waist, the petals dark against your pale skin, moving slightly with every breath you took. it was a permanent, beautiful tattoo that felt almost too personal for the hundreds of strangers watching, but it made the view feel all the more intimate.
the comments flowed in faster than you could track:
softspot404 ($60): oh my god... the wait was so worth it.
knightrider24 ($45): look at that silhouette. goddess tier.
dr3am3rb0y ($55): the contrast between the ink and your skin is insane.
you bit your lip, a small, breathless giggle escaping as you looked at the numbers climbing. "do you guys like the view ?" you whispered, your hands sliding up from your lace-clad thighs to rest just beneath your bust, framing the curves that usually stayed hidden under your oversized university sweaters.
on the other side of the screen, han jisung’s breath hitched so hard it actually hurt. he gripped the edge of his desk, his eyes wide behind his glasses as he leaned into the screen. the sight of you — so soft, so beautifully shaped — sent a wave of heat crashing over him.
to him, you were a mystery, a girl who existed only in this moonlit room, but the pull he felt toward you was becoming dangerously intense. he felt a strange, magnetic connection to the way you moved, a sense of familiarity he couldn't quite place, but he was too far gone in the moment to think about anything but the screen.
his heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he typed with trembling hands, his mind completely wiped of every thought.
j.one_01 ($150): you’re breathtaking, sweetheart. i can’t take my eyes off you.
you blushed, your head falling down as you murmured a thank you softly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the laptop. your hands came together to play with the intricate lace hem of your stockings, a nervous habit that coincidentally pushed your breasts together, creating a deep, enticing cleavage that made the chat go wild.
"i... i missed you guys," you whispered, the adrenaline of the week's stress finally venting into this secret, heated space.
without another word, you reached for the button of your denim shorts. with a soft rustle, you pushed them down your legs, kicking them aside. now, you were just in your black lace underwear and those stockings that bit so perfectly into your skin. your thick thighs were the undisputed center of the frame, honeyed soft skin against the dark, delicate lace.
the chat was a blur of numbers and exclamations, but one message cut through the noise with a weight that made your breath hitch.
j.one_01: fuck angel — spread those thighs for me ?
the request sent a jolt straight to your core.
how could you not fulfill his request ? slowly, you obeyed, spreading your legs just enough for your thighs to spill over the tops of the stockings in that pillowy, soft way you knew he loved.
on the other side of the screen, jisung felt like he was losing his mind. he wanted nothing more than to reach through the monitor, to feel the warmth of that skin, to bury his face in the soft give of your thighs and just drown in you. you were so soft, so perfectly shaped, and the way you yielded to his words made his heart hammer against his ribs.
"i actually brought something new today," you murmured, your voice trembling with a mix of shy excitement and genuine heat. you reached off-camera and pulled out a thick dildo, the cool weight of the silicone heavy in your palm. "i wanted to try it out... for you."
the 'you' was a secret arrow shot directly at j.one_01, a silent promise meant only for him even if the rest of the chat erupted in a frenzy, selfishly assuming the gift was theirs.
you wanted to see what the sight of it would do to him — what depraved, beautiful things he’d ask you to do. your mind raced with the possibilities. maybe rubbing it up and down with your hands, maybe licking and gagging around the blunt top, or just maybe, stuffing it inside your sopping heat. a sharp ping of a tip snapped you back to the present, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
jisung practically jolted in his seat, his cock jumping and getting painfully hard. he felt a possessive surge of adrenaline, his breath hitching as he leaned so close to the screen his glasses nearly fogged. the thought that you were singling him out, even in a room full of strangers, made his blood roar in his ears. he gripped the edge of his desk until his knuckles turned white, his mind completely consumed by the sight of your soft, small hands wrapped around that thick toy.
j.one_01 ($200): show me how it fits between those thighs, sweetheart. give it a thigh job. i want to see the lace rubbing against it while you squeeze.
your face went hot, a deep, blooming flush spreading down your chest. you should have seen this coming; his obsession with your lower half was a borderline religion. he was utterly fixated on the way your skin yielded, always worshipping the thick, pillowy expanse of your legs as if they were his personal sanctuary. to him, your thighs weren't just a feature — they were a trap he wanted to be caught in, and knowing he wanted to see them suffocate that toy made your head spin with a heavy thrill.
you intended to give him exactly what he wanted.
you settled back, bracing yourself on your elbows, and positioned the toy right in the dip where your thighs met, the black lace framing the scene like a dark, erotic portrait. as the silicone sat snug between your legs, you felt the cool girth of it pressing against your heat. you began to squeeze your legs together, the toy nearly disappearing into the soft, plush curves of your skin as you moved it back and forth. your hands reached down, kneading the parts of your own thighs that couldn't cover the toy, the friction of the lace against the silicone creating a rhythmic, wet sound that filled your quiet room.
jisung knew you were an angel — that's why he called you one — but this ? you were heaven-sent, doing exactly what he wanted and clearly finding your own pleasure in the pressure. he watched the way your skin overflowed over the lace, the way you squeezed until your muscles trembled, and he wanted nothing more than to be the one held there, to be the one suffocated by the warmth of you.
"is this... what you wanted ?" you breathed out, your eyes squeezed shut as the friction against your own skin started to push you toward that familiar, hazy edge. you could feel your mind drift to the ace student you harbored a secret crush on, imagining his hands where the toy was, his focused, sharp gaze replaced by the glowing text on your screen.
on the other side of the screen, jisung was a mess. his vision blurred, his chest heaving in a ragged rhythm as he watched your hips stutter. he was too far gone, one hand wrapped tightly around his hard cock, stroking it with a desperate, heavy friction that matched the pace of your thighs. his other hand's fingers flew across the keys.
j.one_01 ($200): spit on it, angel. get it messy.
you swore you could feel yourself drip onto the mattress, your lace panties sticking to your swollen, puffy pussy lips. the sheer filthiness of the request made your head spin. you slowly leaned over, letting a thick drop of spit fall onto the head of the toy, watching it glisten under the ring light before you spread the slickness over the length with your hands.
jisung's mind was completely hijacked by the sight of you getting messy just because he asked. and when you started whimpering — it was the end for him. his pace increased, precum dripping around his shaft giving the much needed lubrication. the schlick sounds echoed in his ears as he watched the dildo disappear between your spit covered thighs, the squelches soothing the itch in his brain.
your eyes were glassy, your breath coming in broken, desperate hitches as you increased your speed, your thighs grinding together with an intensity that made the lace groan. soft, needy whimpers began to escape you as the silicone rubbed against your clit through your panties. the drenched fabric of your underwear provided the perfect, searing amount of friction, making every slide of the toy feel raw and uninhibited.
in the haze of the friction, your mind traitorously drifted to the library — to the way jisung’s glasses would slide down his nose when he was focused, or the way his blunt fingers tapped against his textbook. a part of you wondered if he ever felt a hunger like this, or if he would look at you with that same quiet intensity if he ever saw the way your thighs were currently suffocating the toy.
"is... is this good?" you whimpered, your head tossing back and exposing the vulnerable line of your throat. "y-you like — mmmmm — like this? j.one — fuck — tell me... nghhh... i'm being a good girl, right? it’s so wet..." you whined, "please, look at me... look what you're making me do..."
your whimpers sent jisung's brain reeling as he increased his pace, assisting you alongside.
j.one_01 ($250): fuck, yes. keep making those sounds, angel. i’m right there with you. squeeze it until you break — cum for me, angel.
the command snapped you back, shattering the last of your restraint. your back arched off the mattress, a loud, broken moan tearing from your throat as your core began to pulse in heavy, rhythmic waves. you squeezed your thighs together one last time, suffocating the toy between your curves as you finally broke, your mind white with the force of the orgasm.
jisung let out a low, guttural growl, his own body jerking as he finally followed you over the cliff. he came hard, his hand trembling as he watched you go limp on the screen, your chest heaving and your skin slick with sweat and spit. he slumped back in his chair, staring at the sight of his 'angel' finally quiet and spent.
you stayed like that for a long moment, your chest heaving in the quiet room as the cooling sweat made the lace of your stockings feel heavy against your skin. the 'live' indicator was still pulsing red, a reminder that thousands had just witnessed your undoing, but to you, the room felt empty of everyone but the ghost of his presence. the hundreds of other usernames and their repetitive praise had blurred into a gray fog — for you, the only thing that had been real was the weight of j.one_01's words and the way they had forced your body to break.
you reached out with a trembling hand, your fingers hovering over the trackpad. you stole one last glance at his name at the top of the donor list, a small, shy smile tugging at your lips that he couldn't see. your mind flickered back to han for a split second — imagining him sitting in a quiet room somewhere, perhaps just as breathless as you were — before you shook the thought away.
"i'm... i'm going now," you whispered, your voice thick and honey-slow from the afterglow. "thank you for being here tonight. especially you, j.one."
with a final, soft click, the red light died. the screen went black, leaving you alone in the dim glow of your desk lamp. the silence of the room rushed back in, heavy and thick, as you sat there in your black lace and damp underwear, the phantom heat of the stream still humming under your skin. you took a shaky breath, finally letting your muscles relax into the mattress, wondering if the boy in the lecture hall would notice the subtle glow in your eyes when you saw him tomorrow.
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the week that followed was a blur of high-stakes pressure and library lights. with the semester-end projects looming, the university was a pressure cooker of stress. the professor's voice droned on about the final weighting of the semester projects, and then, the announcement hit the air.
"for the final research analysis, i've paired the top two performers. han jisung and..."
your heart skipped when you heard your name alongside his. you turned your head just enough to see him — the department’s golden boy. he was currently leaning back in his seat, his expression unreadable as he caught your eye. to you, he was the untouchable genius.
on the other side of the row, jisung felt a strange jolt of electricity. he had been watching you all semester, admiring the way you solved complex models with ease. to him, you were the perfect, composed topper — the one girl who actually challenged his intellect.
the walk to the library was filled with a thick, awkward silence. the late afternoon sun hit the campus, casting long shadows as you walked side-by-side, careful to keep a respectful distance.
"i have the preliminary data on the drive," jisung said, his voice a low, steady rasp that sent a shiver down your spine. "we can start with the variable adjustments."
"sounds good," you murmured, pulling your oversized cardigan tighter around you. "i’ve already looked into the qualitative side."
you settled into a secluded mahogany table in the very back of the library, the air smelling of old paper and dust. for two hours, the only sound was the clicking of keys and the occasional rustle of pages.
"if we adjust the variable here —" jisung started, his voice low and gravelly from lack of sleep. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen.
you nodded, reaching for your notes. "then the projected growth should stabilize... right ?"
your voice was small, and for a split second, jisung’s eyes flickered to yours. he lingered there just a heartbeat too long, a strange, unreadable shadow crossing his face before he looked back down, nodding in agreement.
"okay, i'll highlight it for later reference" you said.
as you reached across the table to grab a highlighter, your favorite pen rolled off the slick mahogany surface, clattering to the floor. "oh — sorry —"
you both moved at once. you leaned down, reaching for the pen near the leg of his chair. just as you bent over, your oversized cardigan caught on the armrest of your seat, riding up your side.
it only happened for a second.
the fabric stayed caught, exposing the soft, pale curve of your waist. and there, stark and undeniable under the harsh library lights, was the small, elegant ink of a lily. the dark petals seemed to bloom right before his eyes, exactly where the ring light had caught them just nights ago.
jisung’s hand froze inches from the pen. his entire body went rigid, his breath hitching in a way that had nothing to do with the heavy air. he stared at the tattoo, the image of his "angel" screaming in the back of his mind. the way the ink sat on your skin, the specific, delicate curve of the petals — it was a perfect, terrifying match to the girl who had spit on a toy because he’d asked her to.
the academic silence was replaced by a sudden, deafening roar in his ears.
he didn't want to believe it.
he couldn't.
but the evidence was etched into your skin.
slowly, he retracted his hand, his gaze traveling up from the lily to your face. his pupils were blown wide behind his glasses, his heart hammering against his ribs with a violence that made his chest ache.
"is... is something wrong, han ?" you whispered, noticing his sudden trance. you quickly pulled your cardigan back down, your face heating up as you realized you’d shown skin. "did you... find it ?"
jisung didn't move. he just looked at you, his mind a chaotic blur of library books and black lace, of silent study sessions and the sound of your whimpers through his headphones.
"that tattoo," he began, his voice dropping into that low, private register that made your stomach flip. "it’s a lily... isn't it ?"
i need y’all to stop what you’re doing and read this!!!!
okay so first of all NERDSUNG kysa??? a weakness i think we all have atp. AND he’s a curve loving, thick thigh worshipping freak???? 😩😩😩😩😩 stop it, but keep going jc 😭😭
who knew that watching your best friend get this much bigger would make the "just friends" lie feel so dangerously thin ?
pairing: bang chan x reader, friends to lovers
genre: smut; fluff
warnings: explicit sexual content (minors do not interact), fingering, unprotected sex (please use contraceptives !), praise kink, size kink
word count: 3.55k
kysa's note: had this freaky title in my wips and it's finally here, drowning in praise (#lovepraisekink) hopefully it's as good as i had hoped to make it :) leave your thoughts in the comments, hope you enjoy ! xoxo.
you loved hanging out with your boys, you seriously did. you had met chan and jeongin in university three years ago — a tiny, tight-knit circle whose lives had become tangled in a way that could only be fated. out of everyone you’d met during those years, they were the ones who stuck. you loved them.
okay maybe someone a tad bit more.
bang christopher chan.
you had met him through shared music production classes back when you were all just trying to survive your first year. the first proper meeting between you all had happened while you and jeongin were drowning in a final project; chan had simply dropped by with coffee and some words of encouragement. you learned quickly that that was just how chan was — kind, caring and the literal definition of a gentleman.
he had kept that reputation up for years, whether he was picking you up from the library when you were too tired to walk or showing up at your door with food when you were drowning in assignments, detached from the world. before you knew it, he had nestled into a permanent, sweet corner of your heart. your crush on him kept growing but you reminded yourself that it's just chan — being kind and caring and him.
you controlled yourself, or rather, you feigned whatever remnants of control were left in your body. you feigned it so well that apparently jeongin knew, but the man in question remained oblivious. it was easy to hide because you believed that was just chan — the hardworking soul who cared for his two best friends with the same steady, protective warmth.
so all was good. you continued with the act.
because that’s what it was — an act. for years, you had lied, playing the part of the perfect friend, pretending his presence didn't make your pulse skip.
and that lie was currently biting you in the ass.
you were calm.
obviously.
most definitely.
it wasn't like the visuals were currently playing tug-of-war with your heartbeat.
it was your typical movie night, hosted at chan and jeongin’s place. jeongin had asked you to come early to help with snacks since chan was out at the gym. you had arrived with bags of groceries, helping him prep while he chattered away about the horror movie he had picked. while he handled the popcorn, you filled the bowls with crisps. while he stepped away for a call, you placed the bowls on the table and settled on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.
then, the door swung open.
chan entered, his body covered in a slight sheen of sweat, gym bag slung over his shoulder. clad in a black chrome hearts hoodie, he looked so devastatingly hot it had your mouth drying, your eyes straying to the sliver of skin visible at his chest and neck.
"hey, sorry i'm late to my own hosting duties," chan spoke, locking the door behind him. his voice was a bit deeper than usual, roughened by his workout, and it sent a localized shiver straight down your spine. "missed my session this morning so i had to squeeze it in now. you been waiting long ?"
"ah, don't worry about it — besides, innie is way more fun to be around anyways." you managed to joke, your voice only slightly higher than usual as you tried to hide your flustered state behind a playful jab.
chan just chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that felt far too intimate for the living room. "is that so ? i'll remember that next time you need a coffee run."
just then, jeongin appeared from the kitchen and plopped down on the floor right in front of you, leaning his back against the sofa near your knees. he was already rambling about the jump-scares in the movie. you reached out instinctively, ruffling his hair as he talked; he was essentially the younger brother you had never had. there was a comfortable, protective warmth between you two — a bond so effortless that he felt like home. he was the only one who could get away with forcing you to watch a horror movie you were terrified of just by giving you those puppy eyes.
"don't listen to him," jeongin chirped, looking up at you with a grin. "i'll protect you from the ghosts. chan hyung is the one who's going to be screaming."
"in your dreams, kid," chan muttered, heading toward the bathroom.
a few minutes later, you caught a waft of fresh, musk-scented shampoo. before the scent could even reach your lungs, a freshly showered chan sat on the couch right beside you. his fingers carded through his wet ash-blonde hair, the hue shining as if it existed only to be his hair colour. once you moved past that, you froze.
you sat there, way too still for a living, breathing human body.
chan was sitting beside you, clad in a black tank top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
the fabric barely contained the gym results he had been hiding under heavy hoodies for months. his arms were thick, the skin pulled tight over hard muscle, and every time he moved, his pecs flexed against the thin material of the tank. when he leaned forward to grab his drink, the sight of his back muscles shifting and roping beneath the black fabric was enough to make your brain short-circuit. even his thighs, thick and straining against the hem of his shorts as he settled into the cushions, seemed to take up more space than they used to.
the couch felt smaller. the air felt thinner.
when did he get so big ? his arms, his shoulders, his back — the thought looped in your head, a frantic, rhythmic mantra while you stared at the tv without seeing a single thing.
you could feel the heat radiating off him, a steady pulse of warmth that made your own skin feel too tight. every time he shifted, the scent of his soap mixed with the lingering warmth of his skin hit you, sending your internal monologue spiraling into territory that definitely wasn't 'just friends'. you were so focused on the sheer physical gravity of him that you missed the way his eyes lingered on the side of your face — his expression unreadable, heavy, and far too focused.
"you okay ?" he murmured, the low vibration of his voice closer to your ear than you were prepared for. "you're awfully quiet tonight."
"oh y-yea, it's n-nothing," you mumbled, mentally screaming at yourself for tripping over such simple words. you forced your eyes back to the screen, staring at the flickering shadows with a focus that was borderline painful.
but just as your heartbeat started to settle into a manageable rhythm, the movie decided it was finished being subtle. a sudden, bone-chilling screech echoed through the speakers, paired with a visual so jarring that your body reacted before your brain could catch up.
you flinched violently, your entire frame jolting sideways as you sought out the nearest solid thing to anchor you. your hands scrambled, fingers digging instinctively into the nearest source of heat — chan’s bicep.
you didn't just touch him — you clung to him, your face pressing into the crook of his shoulder as you tried to hide from the screen. his arm was hot beneath your touch, so much wider and stronger than you had imagined when you were just looking at it. the sheer density of his muscle under the thin cotton of the tank top made your breath hitch for an entirely different reason than the ghost on screen.
"shit," you breathed out against his skin, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. "i hate this. i seriously hate you both for making me do this."
jeongin let out a delighted cackle from his spot on the floor, not even looking back as he reached for a handful of popcorn. "don't pass out before the second act !"
chan didn't laugh. if anything, he seemed to go incredibly still. for a second, you worried you had overstepped, that the 'act' was finally broken. you started to pull back, your fingers beginning to loosen their desperate grip on his arm, but before you could retreat, his hand came up.
his large palm covered your own, his fingers curling over yours to lock your hand firmly against his bicep. he didn't let you pull away. instead, he shifted his weight, leaning into you until you were tucked securely against his side, practically swallowed by his bulk. the movement caused his tank top to strain even further, the fabric groaning against the width of his chest.
"it's okay," chan murmured, his voice dropping into a register so low it felt like a physical vibration against your temple. "i've got you. you don't have to let go."
i don't have to let go — the thought was a dizzying loop in your mind. you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the scent of his shampoo and warm skin wrapping around you like a cocoon. you felt so small next to him, so fragile, and the way he was looking down at you — gaze heavy and dark — made a tiny, involuntary whimper climb up your throat.
it was a pathetic, needy little sound, and you tried really hard to swallow it, but it was too late.
chan heard it.
he leaned in just an inch closer, his lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear as the movie’s soundtrack swelled to a roar, masking his words from jeongin.
"that's it, such a good girl, staying so still for me," he whispered, the praise hitting you like a physical weight. "just keep holding on, sweetheart. you're doing so well."
oh. fuck.
did he just — ? did he just call you, a good girl ?
your grip tightened on his arm, your knuckles turning white as you felt your act crumbling. the horror movie was still playing, but the only thing you could actually feel was the heat of chan’s body and the way his voice was slowly, deliberately dismantling every bit of control you had left.
the air in the room shifted, turning thick and heavy as the movie’s score reached a frantic, screeching crescendo. jeongin was still glued to the screen, completely oblivious to the silent collapse of your composure just inches away.
every time your heart tried to find its rhythm, chan’s thumb would brush slowly, deliberately, over the back of your hand — a rhythmic, possessive movement that kept you pinned to his side. you were leaning into him so heavily now that you could feel the individual ribs of his tank top pressing against your cheek, the heat of his skin radiating through the thin fabric like a fever.
suddenly, he dropped his hand from your shoulder to your waist, fingers grazing the skin where your shirt had lifted. despite much controlling, another whimper escaped you, a tiny, broken sound that was lost to everyone but him.
"you’re so sensitive, aren't you?" chan’s voice vibrated against the shell of your ear. "making those needy little noises just because i'm holding you."
jesus fucking christ —
"stop — please stop" your mind pleaded, but your body was betraying you, arching almost imperceptibly toward the source of the praise. your internal monologue was a chaotic mess of two years of pining finally crashing into the reality of his massive, solid frame.
you felt small. you felt seen. and for the first time, you felt like he was done pretending.
he leaned in, his nose brushing against your temple as he inhaled the scent of your hair.
"i think the movie is getting to be too much for you," he murmured, though his eyes weren't on the screen. "how about we go to my room ? i'll help you calm down."
the promise — the promise of help was what finally made you stop pretending. you couldn't even find your voice to answer. you just nodded — a jerky, frantic movement that had his lips curling into a shadow of a smirk.
chan stood up, his massive frame towering over you for a second before he reached down, his hand wrapping around yours and pulling you upward. the sheer strength in his grip was effortless, reminding you of his strength that had been distracting you all night.
"innie, we're gonna head in. she's a bit too spooked," chan called out, his voice perfectly casual, slipping back into that normal tone so easily it made your head spin.
jeongin didn't even look up from the screen, waving a dismissive hand. "yeah, yeah. go protect your person, hyung. don't let the ghosts get 'em."
the moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind you. the silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of your own jagged breathing. chan didn't move toward the bed. instead, he turned, his bulk immediately crowding you back against the solid wood of the door.
he didn't touch you yet, but he didn't have to. he just stood there, his shoulders blocking out the light, the black tank top clinging to his chest as it rose and fell with a sudden, heavy intensity.
"now," he whispered, his voice dropping into that commanding register that made your knees go weak. "tell me why you were making those sounds on the couch ? why did those pretty whimpers escape your throat, baby ?
your mouth went dry, mind reeling as the words fell into your ears — he found your whimper pretty ? and the nickname — good god.
you looked up at him, the height difference feeling more pronounced than ever in the quiet of his room.
"i... i don't know," you breathed, another sound escaping as he stepped even closer, his thick thighs brushing against yours.
"liar," he coaxed, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb dragging across your lower lip. "you were being such a good girl out there, acting so sweet for me. do you want to keep being good ?"
your soul agreed before you could.
"b-big — y-you're so b-big, channie" you whispered, throat bobbing as you waited for his reaction with bated breath.
chan chuckled as his fingers slid back to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back until you had no choice but to take all of him in.
"is that what's distracting you, sweetheart ?" he murmured, stepping even deeper into your space until you were pinned flat against the door.
up close, the sheer scale of him was terrifying in the best way possible. his chest was a broad wall of solid muscle, the thin fabric of his tank top damp and clinging to every ridge of his torso.
"i've been working so hard for you," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, becoming that chesty, gravelly tone that made your knees buckle. "waiting for the day you’d finally stop pretending and just tell me how much you liked it."
he worked out for you ?
the realisation hit you with a force, making your knees buckle.
his free hand came down, his large palm splaying over your stomach, his fingers spanning nearly the entire width of your waist. he pressed in just enough to make you gasp, his thumb grazing the bottom of your ribs.
"made my shoulders broad for you to lay on, made my biceps bigger for you to hold, made myself stronger so i can — " he continued, his voice trailing off into a low, dark growl as he pressed his hips firmly into yours.
the sentence didn't need to be finished. you could feel exactly what he meant as his eyes darkened, tracking the way your breath hitched the moment you felt the hard length of him through his shorts, pressing firmly against your thighs.
you could only let out a broken, high-pitched whimper, your hands coming up to rest uselessly against his massive biceps. they felt like iron beneath your palms, so thick that your fingers couldn't even dream of meeting on the other side. the realization of just how much bigger he was than you sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.
"channie, p-please — " you whispered, arching into him as you moved your hands to his chest, slightly digging in order to ground yourself.
the friction of your palms against his chest only made him growl, a low sound that vibrated through your own ribcage. he couldn't wait for you to finish your plea. with a single, effortless motion, he hooked his hands under your thighs and hiked you up, your back hitting the door with a soft thud as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.
the sheer bulk of him was even more overwhelming now that you were flush against him. just then he pressed his lips against yours, groaning as you moaned into the kiss. a shiver ran down your spine as chan sucked on your lower lip, swallowing your tiny gasps. a slight nip on your lips had you moaning his name and all his restraints snapped.
chan laid you on the bed, the mattress divotting deeply under his weight as he crawled over you, caging you in with those massive shoulders. as the last of your clothes were discarded, the reality of him hit you like a physical blow.
god, he was big everywhere. your eyes blown wide, you tracked the lines of his body — the roped muscle of his thighs, the sheer width of his chest, and then, the sight of him fully hardened and twitching against his stomach. he was thick, heavy, and looked utterly impossible.
chan didn't give you time to overthink it. he was over you in a second, his large hand sliding down to find you already sopping wet, your body betraying how long you had craved this. he pushed two thick fingers inside you, stretching you open as he watched your face go slack, eyes rolling back.
"fuck, you’re so wet for me, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice a gravelly vibration. "did you get like this just thinking about me ? thinking about how much of me you could take ? fuck, you're so ready."
you arched off the bed, your fingers digging into the iron-hard muscle of his biceps. "please, c-chan — put it in. oh fuck — please, i need it so bad."
"you want it?" he growled, "show me how much you want it. tell me, princess."
"want you so fucking bad, i'm aching — please, channie — " you whimpered, spreading your legs wider giving him a perfect view of your sopping cunt stuffed full of his fingers. that was all the invitation he needed.
he repositioned himself, the broad head of his length probing at your entrance. he moved slowly, testing the tension, but as your own juices acted as a slick invitation, he could'nt help but slide in one heavy thrust.
the friction was staggering. you felt your breath leave your body in a silent scream as he slid in all at once, his sheer girth stretching you to the absolute limit. he didn't stop until his pelvis crashed against yours, buried to the hilt.
"oh god — fuuuuuuuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping against yours as he took a ragged breath. "you're so tight — nghhhh, you're wrapping around me like you were fucking made for me. such a good girl, taking all of me so perfectly. fuck — you feel heavenly, baby."
it felt like he was everywhere. the sensation was so deep it was visceral — you could swear you felt him pressing against your very ribs, filling the entirety of your core until there was no room left for air — breathing nothing but him. as you looked down, a visible, terrifyingly hot bulge appeared in the soft skin of your lower stomach, marking exactly where he was stretched inside you.
"look at that," he whispered, his eyes following yours to where his size was distorting your form, his thumb stroking your hip. "look at what you're holding for me. it's right in your tummy, isn't it ?
he didn't wait for a response before he started snapping his hips, his pace sudden and much fucking needed. every thrust was a heavy, wet thud, his balls slapping against you as he drove himself into you with the strength he’d spent years building.
"fuck — yea yea yea — just like that," you sobbed out, your head tossing back as he hit your sweet spot. "nghhhh, channie, right there — oh god, fuck !"
"yeah ? you like that ?" he growled, his hands sliding under your hips to tilt you up, making the penetration even deeper, even more ruinous. "fuck, you're taking every inch beautifully. you were always mine, hm ? you just had to be brave enough to let me in. so brave for me, sweetheart. good fucking girl — fuck, you're so tight."
you were a mess of whimpers and shattered breaths, your body shaking under the weight of his broad shoulders and the relentless stretch of him. the sound of wet friction and his heavy grunts filled the room, a filthy symphony of the three years of pining finally exploding.
"that’s it, give it all to me," he choked out, his voice breaking as he felt you begin to climax. "fuckfuckfuck — stay right there. let me fill you up until you can't feel anything but me. you did so well for me, sweetheart. oh god, fuck —"
he delivered one final, soul-crushing thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as he spilled into you as you both unravelled simultaneously. wrapped in his arms, swallowed by his bulk, you finally understood. the gentleman was gone, but the man who remained was exactly what you had always needed to be whole.
suggie WHAT??? it’s like you know i’m on a channie fix rn and you made this to make me lose my mind 😩 he’s so hot and huge, my two favorite h words after hyunjin. what the actual. listen to me—I LOVE YOU 💋💋
synopsis: lee felix is your 89% match. please proceed to the house assigned to you where your relationship will be subjected to various tests. if you manage to complete all objectives and get your match to 100% you may proceed to leave. sex is strictly prohibited. remember, they're always watching.
wc: 13.4k
warnings: desc. of drowning, illness, drugging, tripping (psychedelics/stimulants), mention of needles, paralysis, gutting a fish (yes that's a warning), some blood
a/n: felix always inspires me for these kinds of concepts. i hope you enjoy💜
~ divider by @anitalenia
~ masterlist
Lee Felix. 89% match. Congratulations!
You stared at the device in your hand, your heartbeat picking up speed. Finally. Finally you had someone you matched with. The last time you tried a similar, underdeveloped program like this, it only led you to more disappointment and heartbreak.
But, everyone you knew was raving about Cupid Corp. and how they found the love of their life after participating in their program. You asked questions, curious about why they stayed so long in the Cupid Corp. village, what they had to do to get their match to a 100, to walk out with them hand in hand.
Their faces would change from the happy expressions and shiny eyes into something dull, drained of color.
"We signed a document that prohibits us from revealing anything." they'd answer.
It all sounded so mysterious and a little alarming but you were so damn tired of being lonely and seeing all these people walking out of Cupid Corp. with big dumb smiles on their faces.
So, after doing some thinking, you applied.
It was a long process, to say the least. There were tests you had to take, all of them online. Starting with a psychological test, then an IQ test, then a personality test. It took them a month as they asked for everything, from your family disease history to your hopes and dreams for the future.
The more data they gathered, the more detailed your profile became. You even had a few online interviews with a woman named 'Cherry' whose face you couldn't see as she was wearing some sort of mask, only her cherry red lips were visible to you.
"We will take your data into consideration and calculate the best match. Thank you for applying at Cupid Corp. We hope you find your dream lover." the woman talked in a monotone voice.
You didn't wait for too long. Only four days later, you got a package from them, inside it a round device with a screen and one button. You pressed it and when it came to life you were greeted with your match. Just his name and the percentage.
With it, you got a document that stated the location of the village as well as your house number, 14B and a ton of rules, most of them prohibiting you from talking about the activities and 'tests' inside the village as well as a 'no cellphone' rule. You thought it was kind of weird, but you didn't want to back out now. Not when you had a match with such a high number.
It can't be so hard to get it up to 100, right?
You read through all the rules, coming up to the last one.
'You and your partner are not allowed to engage in sexual activites during your stay in the village. Kissing and physical touch is fine unless it is erotic or stimulating in that sort of way. After you sign this paper, you have agreed to all the rules above and are aware that you will be filmed and monitored 24/7.'
You gulped, some kind of unease washing over you as you stared at the document. The little cupid drawing that was the company's logo looked so sweet and innocent but it didn't help the churning of your stomach. Taking a deep breath in, you grabbed you pen and signed the paper.
There is no going back now.
As soon as you entered the village through the gate, it felt like you walked right into a fairytale. The houses were all pretty pastel colors with white picked fences and gardens full of all sorts of beautiful flowers. Everything looked perfect.
The only weird thing was that you didn't see another person anywhere as you walked. It was eerily quiet, only your footsteps were echoing on the pavement and the sounds of your suitcase being dragged behind you. The village was far away from the bustling city so you couldn't hear any sound for miles.
Then you saw it, 14B, a pretty pastel blue house and you smiled to yourself, it looked so cute and cozy. Your heart suddenly skipped a beat when you noticed someone standing outside by the fence.
It was a guy close to your age, and as soon as he noticed you coming towards him, a big smile spread on his face. He waved awkwardly and you waved back as you neared him, your heart hammering in your chest. When you got closer to him, your stomach did a little flip.
He is so beautiful!, you thought as you observed his smiling face, his warm chocolate eyes, his plump heart shaped lips and all the pretty freckles adorning his skin.
"I'm Felix. Nice to meet you." he said, pleasantly shocking you with his deep voice.
"Y/n. Nice to meet you too." you smiled, your face burning up. You hoped you didn't look like an awkward tomato in front of this beautiful man, who was your match! You were already swooning over him as he helped you get your suitcase inside, dragging both of your luggage together while you looked around the garden.
"I guess this is our house." he said as the two of you walked in. You noticed right away that it was decorated in the way you wanted to decorate your dream house, a question you had to answer in one of the tests they gave you. You also noticed some knick knacks you didn't recognize, they were probably something Felix wanted to have in his house.
"They really went all out with the decorations." you said as the two of you made your way to the kitchen and Felix chuckled.
"They did." he nodded, the air between you a little awkward.
"Oh. What's this?" you noticed an envelope adressed to the both of you on the kitchen table.
You picked it up and opened it as Felix peered over your shoulder.
"Dear Felix and Y/n. Welcome to our Village of Love! We hope you enjoy your stay, no matter how short or long it is. You'll find everything you need inside your house, we hope you find it cozy and that you settle in well. Take your time to get used to your surroundings and learn a little about each other before you move onto the next phase. Tests will begin shortly. Have fun!" you read out loud before looking up and seeing a camera staring right at you, the red dot blinking.
"Tests, huh? Doesn't sound too fun." Felix said and you nodded.
"No, it doesn't." you shook your head. "Do you know anything about what happens here?"
"I have no idea. I asked a few of my friends and no one would tell me."
"Isn't that kind of suspicious?" you asked and Felix chuckled nervously, looking up at the camera.
"Aren't they like listening to us right now?" he whispered.
"I'm sure everyone who came here wondered about the program." you shrugged.
"I guess we will find out." Felix said, still being somewhat quiet as he kept eyeing the camera.
You walked over to the fridge and opened it, finding all sorts of groceries inside it, mostly your favorite food and probably Felix's.
"Hungry?" you looked back at him and as if on que, his stomach growled.
You giggled and he laughed, the sound filling up your ears and tugging at your heart.
"I'll take that as a yes. Do you wanna cook together?" you asked and he nodded eagerly.
"I'd love that." Felix answered with a sweet smile so the two of you pulled your sleeves up and washed your hands, getting ready to tackle dinner together as you maneuvered the unknown space.
"What made you decide to apply to this program? You don't seem like you'd have a problem finding a partner." you started the conversation and his cheeks became rosy as he chuckled.
"Well, I tend to fall for the wrong people. The ones who use my kindness against me. And I really don't wanna hurt anymore or just experiment and 'try' again. I want to know that I have the real deal, you know? To be sure that the person is my ride or die."
The honesty in his answer took you by surprise.
'I want my partner to always be honest with me, to tell me the truth even if it is painful.'
You remembered the line you wrote when you were asked to put down on paper everything you wanted in a partner. They had probably looked at Felix's personality test as well as yours, and the things you had written down as your dream partner, putting the two of you together that way.
Your cheeks burned as you remembered how high your percentage is. He must really be the man from your dreams which would make you the woman of his. Butterflies swarmed your stomach.
"What about you?" Felix snapped you out of your thoughts as you continued cleaning the meat.
"Oh, same. I was disappointed many times before. I just want to find someone that will feel like home." you smiled at him.
"Exactly." he agreed. "So, what do you think the tests will look like? Do you think they'll be similar to the ones we had to do while applying?"
"My guess is as good as yours. Though, I must admit I do feel a bit uneasy with all the people not being allowed to say what happened while they were here..." you trailed off, before sighing.
"Then again, they all looked so happy with their partners." you finished. "And I want that."
"Yeah, I feel a bit uneasy myself but we'll go through this together, right?" Felix gave you a shy smile and you nodded as your cheeks warmed up.
After cooking dinner and eating, you had learned a bit more about each other, finding it incredibly easy to keep the conversation going like you've already talked many times before, sharing similar viewpoints and interests. It seemed too easy and you knew that you didn't have to necessarily agree on everything or love all the same things to be a match.
There was definitely something deeper there than the superficial stuff like hobbies and favorite colors when you've already gotten to 89% without even interacting with each other.
"Should we do a tour of the house?" Felix asked when you finished cleaning up.
"Sure, let's do it." you smiled and one by one, you visited all of the rooms starting with the living room that was next to the kitchen.
"Oh, we have a tv." you pursed your lips. "I thought we weren't allowed any kind of electronics."
"I guess they thought having movie nights at home is a date we'd both enjoy." Felix pointed to all the dvds on the shelves around the tv. "We have a good collection of every genre. Skipping horror though, I'm not a fan of scary things." he visibly shivered and you chuckled a little.
"I'm fine with those." you said and Felix gasped a little.
"Well if you want us to watch horror movies together just be prepared that I will be hiding behind like five blankets and probably crying my eyes out."
"Aw, it's okay, we don't have to watch them if they scare you so much." you smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat.
"I'll watch them for you. Well, kinda watch them since I'll be under all those protective blankets."
You chuckled together before you made your way upstairs. Your heart immediately skipped a beat and a shiver ran through your entire body when you saw the bed. Of course, you were meant to sleep together in it.
Felix noticed you staring at it, both of your faces red.
"I can sleep downstairs on the couch." he said, as if reading your mind.
"No!" you said a little too quickly. "I mean, I'd feel a lot safer if you were here with me." you admitted sheepishly.
"Oh." his smile was shy. "Then I'll be here with you."
Gosh, he is so sweet!, you thought, feeling overwhelmed that such a sweet person was your very own match. Not even a day with him and he already checked so many of your boxes. You hoped he felt the same for you.
"We have separate bathrooms." Felix noted and you looked to the right to see a door labeled with your name and on the left his name.
"I think there are no cameras in there, so that's why..." he trailed off and immediately you felt your stomach doing flips. They were really making sure you don't do any funny business which was kind of understandable since everything was being filmed. But then again, why wouldn't they make a special room for the two of you? You had so many questions and any possible answer created even more questions.
The two of you then decided to unpack, the sounds of opening and closing drawers filling up the space.
"We have a backyard." Felix said as he stood by the window in your room. "And a pool."
"It looks cozy except the pool. I don't know how to swim." you confessed, shivering a little.
"Really?" Felix looked a bit surprised. "Well, I love swimming so you can sunbathe while I swim?" he added with a giggle.
"I can." you nodded. "The entire house and the neighborhood looks so nice. Which brings me to this, have you seen another person since you got here?" you asked and Felix shook his head no.
"Neither have I. Weird, huh?" you said.
Felix opened his mouth to answer but the sound the doorbell ringing frightened you both.
"Is that... someone at the door?" he lifted one eyebrow.
"Let's go check together." you stood by his side as your heart hammered in your chest.
Felix walked first and you followed behind him, peering over his shoulders as he slowly opened the door.
You were greeted by a smiling woman and man, standing somewhat similarly to you and Felix.
"Hello, sorry to bother you. I'm Gina and this is Ethan. We were paired up today and noticed we were neighbours so we just wanted to say hi."
"Oh." Felix chuckled and you visibly relaxed, now standing beside him.
"This is y/n, and I'm Felix. Nice to meet you." you all shook hands, deciding to meet up tomorrow for breakfast since the program encouraged couples who were paired up at the same time to become friends.
"You okay?" Felix asked after closing the door.
"I just can't shake off this weird feeling." you shook your head.
Felix bit on his lip, his eyes raking all over your form gently as you hugged yourself. Tentatively, he reach out and brushed his knuckles on your cheek.
"I'm sure you just need time to adjust." he smiled, and you shivered from his gentle touch, your eyes fluttering.
"Yeah. Maybe a good night's sleep is all I need."
"There you go. Positive thoughts." Felix smiled brightly, warming you up instantly.
You got ready in your separate bathrooms and you came out first, claiming your side of the bed as you sat, leaning your back against the headboard and fidgeting with your fingers. Felix came in after a minute or so, smiling at you slightly as he hesitantly lifted up the covers and slid in.
"You sure you're okay with this?" he turned to you, his deep brown eyes looking big and doe like.
"Yes, I'm comfortable." you nodded. "You?"
"Of course. Just making sure you feel okay." Felix then smiled sweetly, making your stomach flip again.
"I am." you whispered. "Um, it's just weird not to have my phone to play with before sleeping." you looked around, noticing a stack of books on a shelf.
"Tell me about it. I'm like chronically online, it's a problem." Felix shook his head with a chuckle. "Or like playing videogames. My computer will be so dusty when we get out of here."
You giggled at him as he scrunched up his face and made a cute whiny sound.
"I like videogames too. We should play together soon."
"Wow, you really are the girl of my dreams." Felix looked at you, wiggling his eyebrows and you laughed, your entire body on fire from the giddiness he made you feel.
He slid down then, getting comfy on his side and you followed suit, relaxing between the clean sheets and melting into the soft pillow.
"How long do you think it will take us to get out of here?" you whispered after a few moments of silence.
"I hope not too long." Felix whispered back. "Sweet dreams, y/n." he added after another pause.
"Night, Felix." you smiled before turning on your side and closing your eyes.
You were nervous for what's to come but Felix's presence gave you a sense of comfort and safety you didn't know you needed. Just the sound of his breathing calmed you down and slowly lulled you to sleep.
Your eyes fluttered open and for a moment you were completely confused. You blinked a few times, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes as you took in your surroundings.
Right. You had come to the Village of Love yesterday, with your match. Which made you turn around quickly and gasp when you noticed the other side of the bed was empty.
"F-Felix?" you said, your voice a little raspy from sleeping. For a moment, you felt the dread creeping in but then you heard clinking, followed by a few curses coming from downstairs.
Upon arriving to the kitchen you were greeted by a frantic and disheveled Felix. You had to supress in a laugh, but it still seeped out in small giggles.
"Oh, y/n!" he exclaimed, turning around with his eyes slightly widened and his pink lips parted. "I barely slept last night so I got up like at 6am? I wanted to make myself useful so I tried making pancakes? I swear they taste better than they look! It's just that I'm usually not a morning person so-"
"Felix." you stopped his rambling, coming closer to him as you chuckled into your palm, your other hand gently placed on his arm to soothe him.
"Felix, it's okay. I'm sure the pancakes are delicious." you looked down at the half burned scraps of pancakes. "It's the thought that counts." you added with a giggle. "Aren't we meeting our neighbors for breakfast anyways?"
"Oh. That's right, we are. I'm silly." he sighed, turning the stove off with a defeated pout.
"You're cute." you said without thinking, your cheeks warming up as soon as those words left your mouth.
"You think so?" Felix chuckled, a little smirk forming on his lips and you nodded as he stared at you intently. "You're cuter." he leaned in, his breath hitting your face and you almost dissolved right then and there.
"Oh, shut up." you chuckled, making him laugh. "Let's go get dressed."
You got ready in your separate bathrooms, wondering how everything will play out for however long you'll be here. You decided to wear a dress with a floral pattern, something comfy and flowy. You hoped Felix would like it as much as you did.
And he seemed to be stunned the moment you walked out of the bathroom, giving you elevator eyes as he gulped visibly, his cheeks becoming rosy. You stood there nervously as he seemed to be lost in a trance.
"Felix?"
"Oh." he looked up at your face, the redness creeping up on his neck. "You look really pretty."
"Thank you." you giggled, your heart rate picking up while he smiled at you.
"Shall we?" he asked, reaching his hand towards you. You nodded, sliding your hand into his, your palms pressed together and fingers entwined.
They fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were waiting to be completed forever.
You met up with Gina and Ethan who were also holding hands, waving at you enthusiastically.
"Morning, neighbors!" Ethan smiled at the two of you.
"Good morning." you smiled back as everyone greeted each other.
"Did you get the map of the village?" Gina asked and Felix nodded.
"Found it in the living room this morning."
"Us too. Isn't it crazy having all these cameras around?" Gina chuckled and you looked around, noticing that all over the neighborhood there were cameras on every lamp post, every driveway, every front door.
The uneasiness settled in your chest again and you squeezed Felix's hand. He looked at you, squeezing back and giving you a small, reassuring smile. The restaurant wasn't too far away, it was a garden with lots of big trees giving shade to the tables, the sweet smell of colorful flowers mixed with the nice smell of food being cooked, making you even more hungry than you were. Finally, you saw other couples, chatting at different tables and you felt much more at ease. It felt normal.
There was soft music playing from the little building where you presumed the kitchen and servers were situated. The four of you found a table near a koi pond, excitement taking over you as you looked at the pretty fishes swimming around.
"I was about to reach for my phone and take a picture." Felix chuckled and Ethan nodded.
"Same." he said and you shook your head, thinking about how you'd probably do the same thing.
You stared at the koi fishes, who seemed to be mindlessly floating back and forth, confined in such a small pond. You wondered if they ever wanted more freedom, a bigger pond or was this all they knew so they could never think about having more space. Maybe they felt safe in a familiar, tiny enviroment.
One of the servers came to your table with a pen and notepad, writing down your orders and snapping you out of your thoughts.
The four of you made small talk before your food arrived.
"At least these pancakes look better than mine." Felix noted when the plate was placed before him and you chuckled.
"So, what do you guys think the tests will look like?" Gina asked suddenly while you ate. You looked up at the camera above your table and swallowed nervously.
"Isn't it kinda like a video game? We got a map of the place, we will have objectives or tests, we got our 'safe room', like our house where we have supplies..." Felix started and Ethan chuckled.
"I just hope there are no zombies or such. Or like damage." he added and the four of you laughed.
"I'm sure it can't be that bad." you said.
"How high is your percentage?" Gina asked.
"89%." you answered and she gasped a little.
"Ours is 74%. I guess we'll be here longer than y'all." she pouted.
"Well, we can't know that. When we have no idea what awaits us." Ethan said. He was right, you had no idea what Cupid Corp. planned out to put your connection to the test. Your eyes fell on the pond again, the koi fishes spinning around and around in circles, the repetitive motion almost making you dizzy.
~
"Do you wanna take a walk around the village?" Felix asked after you parted ways with the friendly couple next door.
"Yeah, sounds good. I need to get some blood flowing in my legs, we sat for so long."
"We did, I think we clicked with them too. Could it be they put us close to each other so we could become friends?" Felix asked when the two of you started walking, your hands entwined again, making your heart beat faster.
"Probably. I have a feeling nothing is random here." you pursed your lips.
"Me too." he agreed.
The village was really something out of a fairytale book. Not only were the houses cute but there was a cute bakery, a gallery, a flower shop, a cafe and a few other stores for groceries and such scattered around. There was even a little park for picnics and a forest to ride your bike or take a walk there. You saw other people working in all the buildings and couples walking around or sitting in the cafe or riding their bikes. It looked different than yesterday, when everything seemed eerily quiet and abandoned.
You and Felix talked about your families and job, getting to know some random facts about each other as you walked around, the sun warming your bodies up. It felt like you knew each other forever.
That evening, you decided to have your first movie night date. After a short debate since you were both indecisive, you settled on Clueless, a classic, and prepared some snacks and blankets to make the viewing more cozy.
Felix seemed a little nervous and fidgety as you got comfy on the couch, some distance created between you. He played with his fingers and the blanket, picking on it as you clicked play on the tv.
"You okay?" you asked and he nodded quickly, grabbing the bowl of popcorn.
"It's just... I like to cuddle while watching movies. Or um, I like to cuddle whenever, a lot. Physical touch is definitely one of my biggest love languages. I hope you're okay with that." Felix confessed, redness covering his freckled cheeks.
You sighed in relief, a giggle escaping your lips as you scooted closer to him, making his breath hitch.
"Okay? I'm estatic. I'm a big cuddler, it's one of my top love languages too." you nodded and Felix smiled sweetly at you.
"Right. I keep forgetting we matched so well and start feeling nervous. I don't wanna do something wrong, you know? And with the cameras watching, it adds to the awkwardness." he explained.
"I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable with anything, okay? And you tell me too. Open communication is important." you said and Felix nodded, agreeing. "And forget about the cameras for now. I'm trying not to think about them supervising us the entire time. Let's just enjoy the movie."
"You're really sweet, y/n." Felix smiled cutely, his eyes shining as he stared at you, tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.
You followed the movement for a second, your heart fluttering.
"Says you." you chuckled, poking his cheek and he giggled, relaxing next to you and scooting even closer so that your legs and shoulders touched.
Pretty soon, both of you were relaxed, forgetting that you were being filmed as you enjoyed the movie, laughing and repeating the iconic lines. Your head ended up on Felix's shoulder at one point and his heart started beating fast instantly, his hand reaching for yours. He caressed your skin with his thumb as you giggled at the tv. You've never felt this comfortable with someone you just met.
The entire day was filled with positive experiences that you almost forgot about the weird dread gathering in the pit of your stomach.
You felt a huge attraction towards Felix, your body craved to be in his warmth and when you laid in bed next to him that night, you wanted nothing more than to roll over and hold him. But maybe it was too early for that, you thought as nervousness washed over you.
"Good night, y/n." his warm voice was quiet in the darkness of the room.
"Good night, Felix."
~
The man in the chair leaned over his computer, typing in the log of the day. The two of you were perfect subjects for this village, both of you sweet and kind, ready to welcome each other into your lives. He looked at all the screens that filmed your quiet house, eyes lingering on your calm, sleeping forms. Soon, everything will change.
A whole week has passed by perfectly. It was a little too quiet, too perfect for your liking. You wondered when the actual tests would start, when you were gonna get an envelope with some objective you have to fulfill. It made you feel uneasy the entire time and you had always trusted your intuition so you knew your gut feeling was right.
You had expressed this to Felix and even though he was nervous about the whole experience too, he tried to reassure you that it can't be that bad. That maybe the test had already started by just watching the two of you interact with each other.
It sounded plausible so it calmed you down just a little bit.
At the same time, you couldn't deny the connection building between you and your match. Felix was everything you ever wanted and more, kind and thoughtful, funny and sweet, he listened to you with interest, happy to know every little detail about you; his heart was pure and full of love, not just for you but for everyone. He made you melt on the spot with just one look and smile.
Every time you cuddled while watching movies, you got a little closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you, messing with your senses. You loved being close to him like that and he loved being held or holding you, it didn't matter as long as you were embracing each other in any way.
"It's such a beautiful sunny day. We could have a date by the pool?" Felix suggested one morning, batting his eyelashes at you and pouting cutely.
"Oh, sure. But I'll be watching you as I sunbathe because well, you know." you shrugged.
"Are you scared of the water? I could help you, teach you how to swim. It's good to face your fears." he smiled encouragingly and you chuckled, grabbing his hand.
"Maybe it is. I'll think about it." you smiled.
"Great! That's progress." Felix leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek and it was enough to make your heart burst.
For some reason, you didn't think about how the two of you will be almost naked by the pool and that thought crossed your mind only after you put your bathing suit on in the bathroom. A little gasp escaped your lips as your cheeks became completely red.
You decided to throw a little dress over your frame before you walked into the room. Felix was already waiting for you, dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt. You blushed at the sight of his legs, mentally scolding yourself and trying to calm down your heart.
Felix didn't hesitate to throw his shirt off as soon as you got to the pool. Your eyes immediately went to his abs and chest, a warmness spreading within you as you shifted. He noticed your look, his face and ears warming up. He smirked a little, enjoying the fact that he made you squirm.
"Ugh, I- I left my sunscreen upstairs." you whined.
"I'll go get it for you." Felix said. "Is it in the bathroom?"
You nodded and thanked him as he made his way into the house. After you took your dress off, your attention was grabbed by a sloshing sound of water inside the pool. Your brows furrowed, there was no wind. You gulped, coming closer to the edge of the pool, staring at your distorted reflection as the water kept sloshing.
It was just a milisecond, you couldn't react or realize what was happening, it was as if something invisible had pulled you into the water. With a loud splash your body was submerged under the surface as you started flailing your arms and legs, bubbles coming up where you were desperately trying to breathe. You managed to pull your head above water for a second, panicking as you tried to grab onto the edge of the pool, turning around just in time to see Felix running towards the pool with a terrified expression on his face. You couldn't keep yourself above water but just before you were completely submerged again, a pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you up to the surface.
You gasped, trying to catch your breath as you clutched onto Felix and he pulled you close, pressing your body into his.
"You're okay, love. I got you. I got you." he kept repeating as he caressed you, holding you tightly as he led you to the shallow part of the pool.
Tears spilled out of your eyes as you sobbed, wrapping your arms around Felix's body, your face buried in his neck.
"It's okay. I'm here. Shh." he tried to soothe you as your body shook against him.
Neither of you noticed the shadow moving away from the window inside your kitchen.
"Let's get you out." Felix led you towards one of the chairs and you sat down as he wrapped a towel around you. He caressed your hair shortly as he grabbed another chair, pulling it closer so it was facing you. He sat down and grabbed your face gently.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"I- I don't know." your lips trembled.
"I was just standing there and next thing I know, I'm underwater."
"Maybe you slipped?" Felix wondered, his brows furrowed.
"No, it was like something pulled me in." you swallowed and Felix looked back at the calm water.
"Well, whatever it was I am not leaving you alone by the pool anymore. I won't let this happen to you again." he promised, pulling you into a hug, your cheek pressed against his chest. You shivered as you held onto him, but this time it was because you felt his skin against yours. Sure, you held onto him in the pool but you were in such a state of panic that you didn't even feel your body let alone his.
You leaned back a little and looked up at Felix. His eyes travelled down to your lips and he licked at his. Your stomach swarmed with butterflies as your face neared his. Felix held you tighter as your hot breaths mingled, before he pressed his plump lips on yours. You melted instantly as you started moving together, kissing gently and savoring every second of your lips touching like that.
It felt like it was meant to be, like you were made to kiss his lips and he was made to be yours. Felix licked at your bottom lip and you parted them, letting his tongue touch and play with yours. Pressing your body against his even more, you almost forgot about Cupid Corp., the cameras, the pool. But when he bit on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, his hands squeezing your waist, you had a moment of clarity and pulled away with a gasp.
"We can't get carried away." you panted and Felix nodded, swallowing as his dark eyes lingered on your lips. His cheeks were red, his hair messy and his lips looked even more pink after kissing you.
"Sorry. I couldn't help myself, love. I'm really attracted to you." Felix said, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Me too. I like you a lot, Lixie." you smiled and he chuckled sweetly, pressing a few kisses on your lips and cheeks.
"I like you a lot too. I'm so glad I signed up for this program." he said, pulling you into another hug.
"I'm glad to be here too." you tangled your hands in his hair, caressing him and he sighed happily.
"Do you still wanna stay by the pool or you wanna do something else?" he asked and you looked at the water.
"I'll sit here and you go swim." you smiled.
"Are you sure?"
"100%." you nodded and with that, he pecked your lips again and practically skipped towards the pool. You giggled to yourself, knowing he really wanted to swim so you were content with sitting by the pool and just watching his beautiful form in the water.
Goosebumps rose on your neck and you turned to look at the house, feeling like there was some kind of presence there. You tried shrugging it off as you turned back to Felix, watching him having fun and waving at you cutely.
When he got out of the water, you couldn't help the admiration in your eyes as they raked all over his naked wet body, the droplets of water sliding from his chest to his abs and disappearing under the waistband of his swim trunks. Your throat was very much dry in that moment, but your panties were not. Felix smirked at you as he walked slowly, probably trying to seduce you even though you already folded.
He leaned over you, his hands on the armrests of the chair, the water from his body dripping onto yours.
"Enjoyed the view?" he asked as you looked up at him.
"Very much so." you smirked back and he leaned in to kiss you.
"I'm glad you did." he kissed you again. "Let's get inside, it's getting dark." Felix added and the two of you made your way into your house.
As soon as you walked in, a loud beeping noise scared the both of you. You covered your ears as Felix looked around.
"What is that?!" you asked.
"I don't know." Felix yelled over the piercing noise. He followed it with you trailing behind him and holding onto his back.
"Oh. Look!" he exclaimed, grabbing the round device you had gotten in the mail.
As soon as he clicked the button, the loud sound stopped, the screen lighting up.
90%. Congratulations, Felix and Y/n!
"D-did we get a point because of me drowning in the pool?" you shivered.
"I think we got a point 'cause I saved you." Felix bit on his lip, his expression turning into one of worry. You looked up at the camera in the kitchen, your eyes wide. Just what kind of sick game were Cupid Corp. playing? And what did they have in store for you?
~
"You think they really tried to drown me on purpose?" you asked Felix when the two of you got under the covers.
"It seems so." he said as he chewed on his lip.
"I think they could escalate things." you gulped and Felix looked at you, scooting closer to your side.
"What kind of test is that? Who wouldn't jump in to save someone they love? And even someone they don't know. I'd jump in anyways." Felix got upset.
"I know, I don't understand either."
"At least we are closer to 100%." Felix said, reaching out for you. You got closer to him and he smiled sweetly, his arm wrapping around your waist.
"Will you let me hold you like this?" he whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.
"Yeah, of course." you whispered back, kissing his sweet lips.
"I'll keep you safe, love." he smiled.
"I hope they don't hurt you."
"They can try. I'm stronger than I seem."
"I belive that." you nuzzled into him as you wrapped around each other. It felt so good to be in his embrace, like nothing bad could ever happen to you.
When Felix opened his eyes the next morning and saw you sleeping so soundly in his arms, he almost melted into a puddle. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, caressing your face as his sleepy eyes observed you.
It didn't take long for you to wake up too, seeing that Felix was already looking at you made you whine and shut your eyes tightly.
"Don't look at me." you said.
"Why?" Felix chuckled as you tried hiding your face with your hands.
"Because I don't look the best when I wake up."
"What are you talking about?" Felix gently moved your hands away. "You're beautiful." he added and leaned in to kiss you but you blocked him quickly with your hand.
"Morning breath."
"Do I look like I care?" he giggled against your palm, grabbing your hand in his and kissing you despite your protests.
"So beautiful." he rasped.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a sweet talker?" you smirked.
"No, but I'll take that as a compliment." Felix giggled. "Mm. Let's stay like this." he pulled you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head.
"I'd love to. But don't we have a brunch with Gina and Ethan?"
"Ugh. We do. Five more minutes." Felix said and you giggled, pressing your lips into his pulse. You heard his breath hitch and felt him tremble as your lips brushed against his skin.
"Don't make it harder for me to resist you, love." he whispered and kissed your head, making your cheeks warm up instantly.
"Sorry." you leaned back and he gave you a lazy smirk as he played with your hair.
~
"Ethan is sick." Gina whispered to the two of you after you rang the doorbell.
"Sick?" your brows furrowed as you noticed her eyes being shifty, darting left to right like she was on high alert, looking around to spot danger.
"Yes. High fever. Tremors. Headache." she craned her neck to look behind the two of you and you followed her eyesight, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.
"I have to go. I have to go. They're watching, you know? They're watching." she murmured before disappearing into the darkness of her house and closing the door, the clicking sound indicating she had locked it.
"T-that was weird." you swallowed.
"Very weird." Felix backed away, pulling you with him. "You wanna go to brunch still?"
"Yeah." you nodded as the two of you walked away from your neighbor's house.
You kept throwing glances back, noticing the curtain on one of the windows moving as a figure disappeared behind it.
You couldn't stop thinking about the state Gina was in and what the hell was happening inside her house?
Sitting by the koi pond, you couldn't help but think that all of you were just koi fishes and the village was just one small pond that was being observed by a bigger creature.
"You okay?" Felix put his arm around your shoulder, his other hand placed on your knee.
"Just worried about Gina and Ethan. And... us."
"Us?"
"What if the same happens to us. Or worse." you swallowed, your eyes becoming big as you looked at Felix, fear bubbling up inside you.
"It won't."
"How do you know that?" you asked, your eyes filling up with tears.
"I'll keep us safe, I promise." Felix pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead.
Your heart was still hammering in your chest, your stomach churning.
Something was wrong.
~
"Y/n, do you trust me?" Felix held you as the two of you stood in the shallow part of the pool.
"I do. It's just-"
"You're scared, I know. If it becomes too much, we'll get out immediately. But I'd love it if you at least tried. I'll hold you the entire time, okay? I won't let you out of my sight."
His reassuring words chipped away at your fear, replacing it with warmness and safety. You've never met someone like Felix, someone who was so invested in helping you get over your phobia.
"Okay, we'll start walking first." he pulled you in, holding you against him as you clutched at him.
"Relax." he tried soothing you as his hands caressed you and slowly but surely you started feeling relaxed.
"I'll hold you and swim. You try to move your legs like I told you, okay?" Felix guided you and you struggled a little at the beginning but the more he smiled at you and reassured you, the more confident you felt.
"Just stay close." you said.
"Of course, sweetheart." he smiled and your heart leaped out of your chest as your face warmed up.
Soon, you didn't even realize you were moving on your own, with Felix hovering next to you.
"You did it, y/n!" he laughed, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into his body.
"All thanks to you, Lixie." you giggled, turning around in his arms so you could look at him.
"Well, you had the will to try so it's on you too." he said, pecking your lips. His kisses were addictive, whenever he'd press his lips on yours, it was hard to stop as the two of you clung onto each other like you've been glued together.
The kisses escalated as your tongues massaged each other, your hands roaming on his freckled back. Your legs wrapped around him and he pulled you in closer, chest against chest, his hands on your butt.
"F-Felix." you stuttered, nails digging into his shoulders when you felt his erection brushing against your core.
"I'm sorry." his arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face in your neck, lapping at the droplets of water dripping down your skin. "I can't help it. You're so delicious, sweetheart." he nipped at your sensitive neck.
"T-the cameras." you looked around at the five different cameras in the backyard.
"I know. I know." Felix kissed your lips with a huff before he swam you both back to the shallow part.
"You can get out if you want. And give me a second to calm down." he looked at you sheepishly.
"Okay." you giggled, wrapping your body up with a towel.
Felix swam a little more while you made some lemonade, keeping an eye on him from the kitchen window.
He got out just in time as you brought the refreshing drink outside. He wiped his body with the towel quickly, throwing it aside as he pulled you closer, making you squeal, the two of you losing balance. You ended up in his lap as he sat in the chair and you chuckled as he squeezed you tightly, rubbing his cheek against your back.
"Are you sure this is a smart position right now?" you asked and he smirked at you.
Before he could answer, the familiar beeping sound blasted next to the two of you. Your heads snapped towards the device you brought everywhere, hoping the percentage would go up.
"Felix! 92%!" you gasped when you grabbed it.
"92? How did we get two points?" he stared at it.
"I have no idea! But we should celebrate. Just 8 more. And then we can leave together." you smiled as you turned you body towards him.
"I can't wait, my love." Felix smiled, leaving kisses on your arm.
You wondered why you got two points. And if it was really that easy.
~
That night, Felix was clingier than usual, completely wrapped around you as he spooned you. His lips kept pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder, making goosebumps rise on your skin, heat erupting inside you.
Felix couldn't help it anymore, his own body betrayed him as he got excited again, being so close to you, feeling you pressed against him, he craved nothing more than to be even closer to you.
"L-Lix." you felt him against your backside.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. Don't worry about it, it'll go away." Felix whimpered quietly, and you squeezed his wrist as he pressed into you tighter, unable to contain himself.
"It's okay." you guided his hand down to your panties, feeling desperate for his touch too.
"Y/n." he whispered. "What about the camera?"
"It's dark. And they can't see under the covers. As long as we stay quiet and don't move too much, we should be fine." you whispered back, pushing his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear.
"That's a test within itself." Felix joked and you giggled.
"Please, Felix." you begged as he hesitated.
"Fuck, baby. You don't have to beg for me. You have me always." he bit on your shoulder, his fingers exploring until they pressed into your clit when you spread your legs just a little so he can have more access. Felix started drawing slow figure eights on your sensitive clit, dipping his fingertips into your heat to gather some wetness and smear it around.
Your breath hitched and you gripped onto the cover, bringing it closer to your lips so you could muffle the little sighs coming out. His tongue darted out to lick at you neck as he played with your clit, moving slower but pressing hard. Felix sunk his teeth into your neck, sucking on it and creating a purple bruise marking you as his. You moaned quietly and he shushed you, teasing your little clit and making you clench around nothing.
"Felix." you said quietly.
"Yes, baby?" he whispered between kisses.
"I wanna touch you too." you said, so quiet so that only he could hear it. Felix's cock twitched against the back of your thigh.
"Okay." he said and you turned around, sliding your panties off and pushing them aside. Felix did the same with his underwear and grabbed your leg, putting it over his so he could spread you a little.
His hand was back between your legs, now without any tight obstacles and you had to bite back a moan as your eyes flitted towards the red dot blinking in the corner. You gripped the cover and pulled it up, only leaving some space for air and so you and Felix can kind of see each other.
You sneaked your hand down his chest and abs, fingers playing with his happy trail leading down to his leaky cock. The tip was already wet with pre cum and Felix almost groaned when you touched him, smearing it around as your fingers massaged him.
"B-baby." the tip of his nose touched yours and he leaned in to kiss you as your hand wrapped around his length. He sighed into your mouth and you swallowed it, breathing in his air while he slowly pushed his finger inside your welcoming heat.
You bit on his lower lip when he pushed in deep, your pussy clenching and begging for more. Felix groaned quietly, pushing into your hand while you moved it slowly, giving him gentle pleasure. Both of you moved in sync with each other, keeping the slow and torturous pace that was somehow sweet. You were both lingering on edge, wanting more.
Felix pulled his finger out and before you could protest, he started pushing two fingers in. The entire time you were making out, swallowing each other's moans and breaths.
"God, faster please." Felix whispered and you looked at the direction of the camera again, excitement rushing through you at the thought of getting caught. You sped up, pumping his cock as he fucked your pussy harder.
"Shh, quiet down love." he said when you started moaning silently.
"Sorry." you whispered and leaned in to kiss his neck. Felix immediately threw his head back, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as you attacked his skin with bites and kisses, flicking your wrist.
"I- I- can't." Felix groaned quietly. "Y/n." his fingers stilled inside you as he came, spilling his hot cum on your thigh, hand and the sheets. You helped him ride his high, kissing his lips and whispering quiet praises against them.
"Bring your legs up." he said, pressing your legs together, sliding his arm under your knees and lifting them towards him.
"Wh-what..."
"Shh. Trust me, sweetheart." he said as he leaned over you a little, his fingers sliding on your wet slit. He slowly pushed them back in, the position of your legs lifted up and pressed together like you were in a fetal position added to the pressure between your legs, his fingertips pressing right into your sweet spot.
"F-Felix!" you whimpered and he pressed his free hand against your lips, shushing you as he started fucking his fingers in and out of you.
You feared that this was definitely visible on the camera, the movement of his hand was too frantic under the sheets. Your muffled whines made Felix lean in and leave sweet kisses on your face.
"Shh, it's okay, just relax and let go, sweetheart." he cooed at you, his tongue licking at your ear.
Your eyes fluttered closed as he removed his hand from your face and pressed his lips on yours, his fingers ramming into your sweet spot repeatedly.
"Lix." you whined against his lips as he licked at them.
"Cum for me love." he encouraged and your pussy clenched around his fingers, your heart beating out of your chest as you let go, spilling your release on his fingers, some of it ending up on the mattress below you.
"Shit." he cursed quietly, caressing your wet pussy.
You clutched onto him, kissing him again like you needed it to breathe.
"You okay?" he asked, his hand searching around for his boxers.
"Y-yeah." you answered. "You?"
"More than okay." he smiled as he grabbed the boxers and cleaned both of you up as much as he could. "Um. We can't really change the sheets now, it would look suspicious." he added, throwing both of your underwear sneakily on the floor next to his side, where the camera wouldn't see.
"We can sleep on your side?"
Felix smiled and pulled you over, making you giggle quietly as the two of you settled against each other. He buried his face in your neck, his hand gently caressing your figure as you played with his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks.
The man in the chair smirked. Bingo.
When your eyes fluttered open the next morning, you were greeted with the cutest sight. Felix was still sleeping, his face smushed against the pillow as he drooled a little. Overwhelmed with your growing feelings for him, you leaned in and bit at his cheek.
Felix groaned quietly and you giggled, kissing where you had bitten him before you went lower, biting his neck and then his shoulder.
"Y/n." his deep voice made you shiver and you giggled against his soft skin again before sinking your teeth into his arm. His eyes fluttered open as he smacked his lips and looked at you.
"Interesting way to wake me up, not gonna lie." he smirked a little before grabbing you and making you squeal as he suddenly flipped the two of you, him being on top.
"Felix!" you chuckled when his fingers ghosted on your sides, tickling you slightly.
"Yes, sweetheart?" he smirked, burying his face in your neck and teasing you with little licks and kisses.
"D-don't. It's daytime, the camera-"
"I'm just gonna bite you a little. Return the favor." he blew on your neck before biting into your skin and sucking. You had to bite on your lip to stop yourself from moaning. Isn't this prohibited too?
"F-Felix, you have to stop." you whined.
"You're lucky the cameras are here. Otherwise, nothing would be able to save you from me." he wiggled his eyebrows and you chuckled, playfully pushing him away.
The morning started beautifully and you completely forgot about the rules whenever Felix smiled at you. You were both walking on cloud 9 and you couldn't wait to get out of this place so you can go anywhere with him by your side.
"Do you think they saw us last night?" Felix asked while the two of you munched on your food.
"I hope not." you said, your cheeks becoming red as you looked away from him.
"Getting shy on me, sweetheart?" Felix smirked, fingers brushing against your cheek.
"A little." you confessed, biting on your lip as your heart sped up.
"Don't be." he smiled wide as he leaned in, pecking your face with kisses. You started chuckling before you grabbed his face and kissed his lips.
"There. Better?" you asked and he nodded.
"Much better." Felix said and stood up to put his plate away. You took another sip of your coffee before a loud crash made you jump.
You turned around instantly to see the plate broken into pieces and Felix grabbing at his stomach.
"F-Felix?" you stood up abruptly, your chair flying on the floor.
Felix struggled to open his mouth and speak, he struggled to breathe as he clutched at both his stomach and chest.
"Oh my god! Felix!" you cried, grabbing at him as his face got red and his eyes watered.
"W-what is happening?!" you panicked, not having any kind of phone or knowing what to do in that moment. You turned to the camera in the corner.
"Help us, you fucking assholes!" you yelled at the camera as Felix shook and heaved in your arms.
A moment passed and his breathing started getting more normal, his face becoming paler in contrast to the redness that appeared before. His eyes were glassy, hands shaking as he slumped against you, falling to his knees. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as he gripped at you, seeking comfort from you. Heat radiated from his body and you touched his forehead, realizing he was burning up with a fever.
"Oh, Felix. Can you hear me?" you held his face in your hands as he looked through you.
His lips opened and closed a few times and he blinked before focusing on your eyes.
"I-it hurts." he rasped, his fingers desperately digging into your arms.
"What hurts, baby?" your body filled up with fear and anger. They did this.
"Everything." Felix sniffled and you helped him get up as he leaned on you.
"Let's get you to the couch." you led him to the living room before making him sit down. He looked horrible, a 180 from just a few moments ago when everything was normal. He was sweating profusely, his skin pale, his breathing heavy.
The doorbell suddenly rang, making you jolt.
"I'll be right back." you said, covering Felix up with a blanket as he was shivering even though he was burning up.
You had no idea who to expect at the door, maybe a paramedic, maybe a savior, maybe an explanation.
But you didn't expect Gina.
"G-Gina?" you eyes widened.
"Here." she shoved a box in your arms.
"W-what is this?" you asked.
"Medicine. They said... I had to deliver it to you. He'll be okay like Ethan. Just be careful. Be careful. They watch, you know? They know everything. They know." she looked a little panicked before she turned around, murmuring to herself and repeating how they watch and they know.
You opened up the box and sure enough there were different vitamins, medicine and bags of tea inside it.
You turned to look at the camera with a scowl on your face before you rushed off to Felix.
"Y/n." Felix whimpered, his bottom lip trembling as he looked up at you with teary eyes.
"It's okay, baby. You'll be okay." you tried to calm him down even though you were panicking too. You quickly fluffed up the pillows and helped him lie down.
"Are you comfy?" you asked.
"C-cold." he shivered, clutching onto the blanket.
"I'll bring another blanket for you." you said.
"Don't leave me!" Felix looked panicked as he gripped at your wrist.
"I won't, I'll be right back, I promise." you leaned down to kiss his burning forehead. He made a little noise but still let you go, albeit reluctantly. After finding another blanket, you tucked him in, taking it upon you to make him some tea, give him medicine and try to get his fever down however you could. You say next to his legs and placed a wet cloth on his forehead making him whine as he threw his arm around your thighs.
It was weird. The way he suddenly developed a high fever was unnatural. He wasn't sneezing or coughing, just shaking and sweating. You racked your brain, spinning different scenarios in your head and ways of how they could make him sick.
Then it clicked. The food.
But, how did you not get sick, just Felix? You couldn't understand how it was possible for these faceless and nameless individuals to play god with your health and safety. And what the hell did that have to do with you being a good match?
You wondered if the two of you could leave before you get to 100. You've never heard of such cases but surely there was a way? Maybe you could run away? Who could stop you, right? You have free will and you can leave whenever you want, you're not a prisoner.
"Y/n." Felix said weakly, his eyes fluttering open.
"Lixie. How do you feel? Any better?" you asked and he nodded.
"A bit." he said.
"I'll make you some soup." you said, knowing you have no other choice than to trust that not all your groceries were laced with some kind of virus.
"Okay." he said and you caressed his face shortly before standing up.
"Call me if you need anything. I won't be long." you said and he nodded again.
As the soup boiled, so did your anger. First they try to drown you then they make Felix sick? What's next on the menu? You looked up at the camera for the nth time.
"Hurt him again and I'll find you." you said quietly but the man behind the screen heard you, typing away on his laptop. He felt a bit bad for you but there was nothing he could do, he was just tasked to watch and report the progress.
"Can you sit up?" you asked Felix after you brought the warm soup to the living room.
"Ugh. Help me." Felix whimpered and you wrapped your arms around him as he held onto you, pulling him into a sitting position.
"I feel weakness in my arms and legs." he muttered.
"You'll be back on your feet in no time." you tried to soothe him as you sat next to him. "If they don't lace more of our food with a virus."
"How are you so sure?" Felix gulped.
"Because I'm taking care of you. And if they try something again I will burn this fucking village down." you made sure the camera picked up what you said and Felix let out a pained chuckle, grabbing at his side.
"Feeling protective over me?" he asked and your cheeks reddened instantly.
"I- I mean... Yes." you nodded and he smiled.
"If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd be really turned on right now." he said and you giggled, rolling your eyes playfully.
"Shut up and eat your soup."
"Feed me?" he pouted.
"Sure." you chuckled, shaking your head a little as he acted cute. Well cuter than usually.
"Will you cuddle me?" he asked after you managed to feed him the soup without making too much of a mess and you nodded, scooting closer to him and covering yourself up with the blanket too.
"Come here." you whispered and Felix leaned in, pressing his forehead into your neck. He was still warm but less than before and you hoped that the worst had passed.
"I don't think it was the food." he whispered suddenly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The tv was loud enough to not let the camera hear what you were whispering about and after glancing at it you glanced down at Felix's sleepy face pressed against your chest.
"What do you mean?" you whispered into his hair.
"Look at my arm. Very carefully." he whispered back and you pretended to caress him until you uncovered his sleeve, acting nonchalant for the camera. Your brows furrowed as you stared.
"Is that a needle mark?" you asked.
"I think so." he looked up at you and you covered him up and held him tighter against you.
"You think they snuck in while we were sleeping and put some kind of virus into your body?" you asked and he nodded against you.
"That's sick. That's really sick. I- I think we should leave."
"We can't, not until we get to a 100." Felix said, rubbing his cheek against you and squeezing you tighter.
"B-but what if they do something worse?"
"It'll be okay." he muttered as he drifted off.
You sighed, running your hand through his hair soothingly as you stared at the tv absentmindedly, a random movie from the dvd collection playing on it.
You looked at him occasionally, admiring his cute sleeping face. Did you really have to wait until 100 to start your life with Felix?
Over the course of the next two days, you had been by Felix's side the entire time. The medicine worked perfectly and pretty soon Felix was back to his old self, healthy and full of energy.
"Y/n. Love." he held you tightly. "Thank you for taking care of me." he stared at you with sparkly eyes before he kissed you like his life depended on it, stealing your breath away.
"Of course." you smiled as you parted.
The loud sound of the device startled you both. Felix neared it, picking it up and looking at the screen.
"95." he scoffed.
"For what? Almost killing you." you said. "This is some sick game to you, isn't it?" you turned to the camera then, furious.
"Sweetheart, don't. We're almost done." Felix pulled you into him. "I have a plan." he whispered into your hair and you nodded.
You were going to escape the village.
~
That night, you got ready for bed as usual, your hands reaching to open the covers so you could get in. Before you could even touch the blanket, you were grabbed as Felix wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, almost making you scream.
"Come with me." he pulled you into his bathroom.
"Felix we can't-"
"We're leaving anyways." he said, closing the door before pinning you against it. His hands held your wrists gently but firmly as he pressed his body against yours, nudging your legs apart with his knee.
"Felix." you let out a little gasp when his thigh pressed against your warmth.
He couldn't wait anymore, one hand still pinning your wrists and the other gently holding your chin as he crashed his lips into yours. Both of you whimpered quietly into each other's mouth as your tongues collided. Your mind became fuzzy instantly and Felix was becoming impatient, his hand wrapping around your neck and squeezing ever so slightly as his other hand slid down towards your chest.
"It's hard to keep my cool around you. I just want you so much." Felix talked lowly, both of his hands grabbing your breasts and massaging them. You whimpered, grinding against his thigh on instict.
"I want you too, Lixie. I can't wait anymore."
"Yeah? You want me to take you right here, against the door?" he smirked and you gasped as he leaned back with a smirk, pushing your panties aside and touching your clit.
"Y-yes." you whispered and he chuckled, hands on your waist as he swiftly turned you around to face the door. Your palms slapped against it and you dug your nails in as he slid fingers over your wet pussy.
"I think she's ready to take me." he leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he pulled his boxers down. You swallowed when you felt the tip of his cock pressing against you. Warmness washed over you and you clenched in anticipation.
"Tell me if it's okay. Or do you want me to prep you?" he asked, his hand sliding down your back.
"J-just fuck me, Felix." you begged and he chuckled darkly.
"My baby has a dirty mouth, hm?" he slid his tip between your folds, back and forth, slowly, teasing you and torturing you.
"Please." you whimpered again and his own desperation got the best of him, he couldn't tease you and himself anymore so he slowly pushed in.
You moaned while he filled you up, your eyes fluttering shut as your knees buckled.
"Fuck. So tight." he groaned, bottoming out.
"L-Lix." you whimpered and he gripped your hips, moving slowly at first, letting you adjust.
You pushed back into him, meeting his thrusts as you let out moans of pleasure, your voice getting more high pitched every time his tip pressed into your sweet spot.
"You take me so well, baby. You really were made just for me." Felix moaned, fucking harder into you, his hips smacking against you.
You were a mess, not even able to answer as he got you drunk on his cock instantly.
"Fuck." Felix groaned as he looked at your ass, his hand coming down on your flesh, spanking you and making you whine out loud.
"You like that, sweetheart?" he smirked behind you and spanked you again.
"Y-yes!" you moaned and he sped up, his hips unforgiving as he shook your body, his hands gropping and slapping. He felt you clenching around him, his arms wrapping around you, hands on your breasts as he pulled on your nipples and played with them.
"Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Make a mess on my cock?" Felix fucked into you harder.
"Yes, ah!" you whimpered, your legs shaking as you spasmed and came all over his length.
"Good girl. You make me so proud." he groaned, chasing his high.
"Y-you have to pull out, I didn't take the pill... Since I got here." you moaned, feeling overstimulated.
"S-shit!" Felix whimpered, pulling out of your pussy and giving himself a few tugs, exploding behind you, his cum landing on your ass and back.
"So pretty." he gripped at your ass. "Mine."
"Yours." you whined back when he spanked you again.
He let out a low chuckle and wrapped his arms around you, turning you so you were facing him.
"That was absolutely not how I imagined our first time." Felix said, pecking your lips.
"How did you imagine it?" you held onto him with a smile on your face.
"Dinner, flowers, you know the whole thing. You put on some pretty lingerie for me and then we make love the entire night." he pressed his forehead against yours.
"Aren't you romantic?" you giggled, kissing him gently.
"I am. A lot." he grinned, pulling you into a hug.
"We can do all that when we get out of here. Which is what we should be doing right now."
"Yeah. You got your bag ready?" he asked and you nodded.
"Let's clean up then."
~
The streets were dark and empty, the only light that was coming from the lamp posts was dim and barely illuminated your path. It must've been around 3am. Dead silence filled up the space, every house was dark and quiet. No one was awake. The two of you stalked towards the gate, knowing the cameras are watching you.
There was no blind spots, they thought of everything. You didn't give a damn anymore. They can come and stop you themselves instead of playing these sick games.
Of course, the gate was locked.
"Felix?" you swallowed and his head snapped towards you. "That wasn't there when we got here, right?" you pointed and he gasped.
Electric fence.
Everywhere you turned to look, there it was.
"What the hell?" Felix frowned. "Are they crazy?"
"Obviously they are." you stated. "What should we do now?"
"How about the forest? Could be connected to like a main road? There's no way they put this electric fence all around." Felix looked frustrated.
"We could try." you nodded, your hand reaching out for his. With fingers entwined you hurried the other way.
Suddenly, a loud alarm pierced through the calm night air, making you both scream out as you grabbed at your ears, the sound pounding inside your head, making you want to pull your hair out.
Your vision became blurry and you tried to stay close to Felix as the sound became even louder and in the corner of your eye, you saw shadows moving.
Everything went black.
~
You woke up in your room, drenched in sweat. It was still dark out and you looked around, noticing Felix was still sleeping and the device on his night stand was blinking.
"Lix." you shook him gently.
"Hm."
"Lix." you repeated, leaning over him to look at the little screen.
"98?" you frowned. "Why?"
"What?" Felix sat up slowly. "What is it?"
"We're up to 98. Because we tried to escape?"
"I- I don't know. Ugh, I feel weird." Felix said and as soon as those words left his lips, you felt lightheaded yourself.
"I can't feel my legs." he gasped.
"What's happening to us? What did they do?" your eyes watered as you felt the same paralyzing feeling.
"T-they drugged us." Felix tried to grab at you but his arms weren't listening to him no matter how much he willed them to move.
"Felix." you whimpered, feeling some kind of tiredness washing over you. "I love you."
"I love you." he whispered back before everything went black again, neither of you noticing the device was now blinking with 99.
The light was barely coming in through the branches, the sun not being completely up yet. The air was damp and smelled of the earth, rain and trees. You took in a deep breath, wiggling your fingers against the ground, feeling the texture of moss under your fingertips.
You felt as if you were floating even though you were very clearly touching the ground. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you gasped. Everything seemed distorted, like you couldn't focus your eyes on what's in front of you. Weird sounds filled up your ears, ones you couldn't recognize or understand. One moment they seemed like distant shouts and the other it was as if someone was talking gibberish right into your ear.
You lifted your shaky hands towards your face as you felt hot tears sliding down your cheek and into your hair splayed on the earth. Your hands. You were looking at them but it was as if they were separated from your body, like you weren't in control of them. You stared for however long, not being able to conceptualize if it was 10 seconds or an hour.
When you finally sat up, your head started spinning and you saw shadows moving in the corner of your eye, hiding behind the trees and melting into the ground. You blinked a couple of times but your sight remained blurry even when you got up. Your legs buckled for a second and you almost fell, grabbing at a tree next to you.
Find him. Find him.
Something whispered and you felt a buzzing sensation spreading all over your body. You grabbed at your ears as the whispers kept getting louder until-
FIND HIM!
A yell, a dark screeching voice echoed inside your brain.
Felix. You have to find him.
You had no idea how you even ended up in the forest and what was wrong with you while you were walking, your limbs felt like they were disconnected, your head pounded with a headache and your forehead was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
You heard a smacking sound on your right, like something hit the wet ground and you turned to look but couldn't see anything there.
"Felix?!" your voice came out weak, your throat burning. "Felix!" you whimpered, more tears spilling out your eyes.
The whispers and the smacking sounds became louder, closer, more of them surrounding you. You started freaking out, panic building up within you. The sound of cracking caught your attention and you screamed out when the trees started growing in towards you, their branches becoming longer and reaching out to grab you. You kept screaming as you squatted down, covering your head up and crying.
"Please, stop!" you cried. It was silent. You lifted your head up slowly and the trees were exactly how they were before. No menacing branches hovering over you, reaching to take you.
You quickly stood up, your sight a little less blurry as adrenaline from the fear kicked in. Your legs reacted faster than you could anticipate as you started running, small twigs snapping under the weight of your feet.
The smacking sounds were back and now you could see what they were. All around you, koi fishes wiggled and smacked against the floor, trying to breathe in the dry air. You gasped, wondering how the hell was this happening.
You must be tripping.
The rational part of your mind reminded you that whoever was behind Cupid Corp. didn't hesitate to use all sorts of methods to execute their 'tests'.
They probably drugged you and everything you were seeing right now was a hallucination.
With that realization in mind, you carried on through the forest as it got thicker, ignoring all the voices around you and the fishes seemingly falling from the sky.
Things lurked in the bushes and behind trees, shivers running up your spine as it got darker. You thought you heard Felix calling for you among all those distorted voices.
"Felix?!"
"Y/n!" you heard a distant sound.
"Felix? Where are you?" you hurried up, almost slipping on the moss.
"I'm here!" the voice was clearer now, to your left and you ran and ran until you were stopped in your tracks. A huge koi wish wriggled on the ground where Felix should've been.
"Felix?" you were perplexed as you stared at the sight before you.
"Get me out of here."
Is he... inside the fish?
You noticed a knife on the floor next to it. You blinked and the next thing you knew you were standing in front of the fish with the knife in your hand. You stabbed into the flesh, blood oozing out as you started cutting up the fish like a maniac, guts spilling from the inside until Felix emerged, covered up in all of the fish goo, the stench of it making you nauseous.
"What the fuck?" you swallowed and then everything disappeared, pulling you into the darkness again.
~
The loud piercing sound of the device you prayed to every single day shook your entire body. You jolted up, realizing you were in bed and Felix was waking up next to you.
No fishes, no guts, no forest, no whispers.
100%! Congratulations and have a safe departure from our Village of Love!
"Village of love? More like village of horror." you said as Felix leaned in to look at the screen. A loud sound scared you again, a masked voice following after it.
"Thank you for participating in our program. You've proved your love to each other, built up devotion and trust in just a month. You are now the perfect match. We apologize for any discomfort you felt here and offer you The Juice of Oblivion so you may forget about the... less fun experiences you had here. You can choose not to drink the juice, but remember after you leave through the gate, you're obligated by law to not talk about our tests here. Enjoy the rest of your life together!"
You glanced at the night stand, seeing the suspicious blue liquid inside a bottle.
Felix suddenly started laughing next to you and you looked at him. Laughter bubbled up from your throat too and the two of you cackled for a good minute, until you were heaving for breath and wiping tears away.
"This was fucking insane." he said.
"Were you really stuck inside a fish?" you asked and Felix looked at you like you were insane.
"Was I what?"
"I had to gut a koi fish to get you out, in the forest." you explained and he shook his head.
"You were tripping. We both were, I figured that the moment I stepped foot on the pool. Like on the water. And you were under it, trying to get out but it was as if there was some kind of barrier keeping me from you. I had to find a spot to pull you out. The amount of anguish it gave me..." Felix licked at his dry lips and you reached out to grab his hand.
"Do you wanna drink the juice?" you asked.
"I just wanna get the hell out of here." he said and you agreed.
You were pretty sure this was illegal, all of the stuff happening here; them not disclosing the use of psychedelic stimulants or whatever the drugs were in the contract was also illegal.
But at the same time, if you never participated, maybe you would've never met Felix.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked as you approached the gate with a few other couples, including Gina and Ethan.
"How I'm glad I met you. But I'm gonna need therapy." you said and Felix laughed.
"We'll go together. This is just the first day of the rest of our life." he smiled, kissing your forehead and squeezing your hand.
The man in the chair watched all the couples leave. His lips turned upwards into a smirk as he saw new cars approaching the village.
He wondered what kind of sick tests they had in store for the new inhabitants of the Village of Love?
this was a fic i read when i first got back on tumblr. Y’ALL please read this, it’s so good. i don’t usually read a lot of felix fics for some reason, but this one got me HOOKED.
it’s giving eerie black mirror vibes. but also sweet and smutty 😏 very very worthy of a read, check it out!
you’re broke and you move in with a friend of a friend, changbin, to save money, and he's exactly your type
pairing: roommate!changbin x fem!reader
genre: roommates to lovers, fluff, smut
content: reader is down bad (same), light food play, light temperature play, dry humping, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex (p in v), pet names, aftercare, minsung mention (i can't help myself)
word count: 5.9k
a/n: my writing slump is over mwahaha! this one kinda got out of hand but i hope everything makes sense and you all enjoy! ♡
♡ m.list
When you lost your job, the first place you had to cut costs was rent. Which fucking sucked, because you hardly know anyone in the city as it is, and the people you did know didn’t need a roommate.
Enter Changbin. He’s a friend of a friend, clean enough, and is always out of the house. Busy guy, your friend Jisung tells you.
“You want me to live with a guy?” you ask your friend over the phone.
“He’s like a walking green flag, calm down. Nice guy, really. He won’t bother you and he’s loaded so he’ll give you a deal,” Jisung explains over the phone. “And those muscles aren’t half bad to stare at.”
“Are you trying to set me up with your friend?”
“No! I mean, listen, you could use a good lay, but my intentions are pure, I swear!”
You’ve been single for far too long, and Jisung knows that. But the last thing you need is to hook up with the guy who’s supposed to be your new roommate. Whom you don’t even know, by the way.
“I can’t just sleep on yours and Minho’s couch until I find another place?” you ask, hoping to get out of it.
“Absolutely not,” he says sternly. “Changbin is a nice guy, and plus, you wouldn’t want to live here. Minho doesn’t wear pants, like, ever.”
Fine. You’ll take his word for it.
You show up the next day to look at the room. Changbin opens the door and greets you with a smile. Fuck, he’s pretty.
“Uh, hello! You must be Changbin,” you greet him. “It’s nice to meet you, Jisung has told me a lot about you!”
“It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m sorry to hear about your job,” he says. “I’m happy to help if I can.” He steps aside to let you into the apartment.
Jesus Christ, his place is massive. The ceilings have to be at least 15 feet tall, and the massive windows in the living room span the entire wall. It has the most incredible view of the Han River, and you’re almost positive the kitchen counters are 100% marble. And it’s certainly out of your price range.
“The spare room is this way,” he says, motioning down the hallway past the kitchen. He leads you through the apartment, and you catch a glimpse of an office space with a desk covered in music production gear.
The bedroom is huge in comparison to what you’re used to. There’s so much natural light, your houseplants would be in heaven. You could probably fit the entirety of your belongings in this room alone. There’s even a walk-in closet, which you have never, ever had before. It’s great, perfect even, and you’d move in immediately if you could afford it.
“Do you like it?” Changbin asks from the doorway as you’re walking around the room.
You let out a big sigh. “It’s perfect, truly, but it’s definitely out of my price range.” What a shame. A beautiful apartment and a hot roommate? It hurts to walk away from.
“No price,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re in a tight spot, I get it. Don’t even worry about it for the first few months, then you can just pay what you’re comfortable with.”
You stare at him, completely dumbfounded. “I can’t ask you to do that,” you say, shaking your head back at him.
“I’m happy to help. Any friend of Jisung’s is a friend of mine. I mean it, no backpaying needed, let’s just get you on your feet.”
You could kiss him right now, and you just met him. It’s the kindest offer you could ever have dreamed of, especially coming from a complete stranger. You’d normally be wary of something like this, it’s almost too good to be true. But Jisung’s known him for years, and you trust him more than anyone else in the world.
“That’s extremely generous of you, thank you,” you say. “Really, you’re saving me from a much worse fate.”
“It’s no problem, really. I can help you move your stuff, too.”
You almost want to cry tears of joy. Changbin walks you to the door and you say thank you, again, and plan to move in later this week.
The cab hasn’t even pulled away from the building when you call Jisung again.
“I hate you,” you tell him when he picks up the phone.
“What did I do?” he whines.
“You didn’t tell me your friend was hot.”
“I said he had nice muscles!”
You groan into the speaker. You love your friend, but now you’re sure he’s trying to set you up.
“He is, quite literally, exactly my type, Jisung.”
“I’m struggling to find the issue.”
You groan again. “I’m not supposed to want to fuck my roommate,” you say, lowering your voice.
He howls out a laugh. “So you’re taking it, right? His offer?”
“He’s not charging me anything.”
“Yeah, I know. I told you he’s rich.”
It’s still an insane thing to offer a complete stranger. But right now, you’ll take your luck wherever you can get it. Even if that means moving in with a roommate who looks like he’ll get you into a whole lot of trouble.
You moved in two days later, and it was the least stressful move-in day you’ve ever had. Jisung had helped you pack the day before, although he mostly just stood around handing you things to wrap and commenting on your weird trinkets. Changbin had called a truck for you, and also called over Jisung and their friend Chan to help unload it. You didn’t lift a damn finger, but you did buy them a pack of beers to share for the trouble.
“You really don’t have a lot of stuff,” Changbin comments when all of your boxes and furniture are in your room. Most of the furniture in your old apartment was your roommate’s, but it feels weird all laid out in front of you like this.
“Yeah…I don’t even have a bed frame…” You pout, as the two of you stand in the doorway. You survey what you do have, and it’s not much. An old wood dresser you got from a thrift store, your full-size mattress, and a single nightstand you had in college.
You let out a big sigh. You don’t have much unpacking to do, but you’re a bit drained from the stress, and you’d like to at least lie down for a bit.
“Don’t worry about dinner,” Changbin says as he heads out into the hallway. “I can whip something up for us. I’ll leave you to unpack your things.”
He’s been so kind, and it almost distracts you from the fact that you’re living with a stranger. And that you lost your job. That part still sucks. But you can’t lie, he is really nice to look at. There’s nothing wrong with looking.
Forty-five minutes later, Changbin lets you know that dinner is ready. You’ve been able to smell it the entire time packing, and it smells divine. The spread is pork belly, rice, kimchi, and several other side dishes you’re not used to seeing outside of a restaurant. You’re used to living off of ramen, which makes this a five-star meal.
“Thank you so much, you didn’t have to do all of this,” you say, taking your seat at the island counter.
He lets out a huff of air through his nose. “Uh, this is just how I eat normally.”
“Oh, right…well, still, thank you.” You almost forgot. He’s rich. And apparently, eats like a king daily.
“You’re welcome.” He sends you a soft smile and joins you at the island counter.
The two of you get to chatting, and you learn a lot about him. He works with Jisung and Chan at his producing studio and is a personal trainer at the gym on the side. He lives alone because, well, he wants to.
You’re unemployed, but he already knows that.
“Sorry for ruining your peaceful atmosphere,” you joke, but there’s a part of you that feels like maybe he said yes because Jisung owed him something.
“No, no, no, it’s okay, really. It’s nice having someone around. It was getting lonely around here. I almost got a dog. And I’m allergic.”
The evening dissolves into laughter, and you get the feeling that this won’t be as strange as you thought.
It takes several days, but you finally get your stuff out of boxes and organize it the way you like it. Your bedspread is hastily thrown over the floor mattress and your clothes don’t even fill half of the giant closet. You feel out of place, but you shake the feeling and try to be grateful.
Overall, living with Changbin is really great. You’re home quite a bit, only really leaving the house to pick up food or going to a job interview. He’s pretty busy, like Jisung told you, but he’s home most evenings.
You’re usually watching some tv show, and he takes a second out of his day to sit down and chat with you. It’s nice to have company, your old roommate wasn’t much of a talker. But with Changbin, it’s easy, and nothing feels forced.
“I can’t believe they’re back together again,” he comments as you’re watching a tv show. He mentioned he was never one for dramas like this, but he’d hover behind the couch when you’d watch it out in the living room, making jokes at the stupid situations the characters got themselves into. It took only a week for him to ask you to restart it from the beginning so he could watch the whole thing. You started looking forward to the evenings after that, waiting for him to get back from the gym for your nightly watch party.
The first moment you realize you maybe, possibly, might have a crush on your roommate is during one evening in the kitchen. You can smell something cooking from your room, and it smells delicious, you can’t help but peek around the corner to see what it is.
Changbin’s at the stovetop cooking, still in his gym outfit, muscles peeking through the fabric. You try not to drool at the sight, quietly walking over to him to see what he’s making. He jumps a bit as he sees you.
“Sorry!” you say apologetically. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, dipping his spoon into the soup he was making. “Can you try this for me? I feel like it needs more salt.”
He takes a couple of steps closer to you, holding his hand under the spoon to catch the drip. You don’t even have a chance to decline before he’s bringing the spoon closer to your face, urging you to take a sip. He blows on it a couple of times to cool it before bringing it to your lips. He’s standing so close, you feel your stomach tie into a knot. You take a sip slowly and carefully, taking note of the flavors.
“No, I think it’s perfect,” you say, licking your lips. You’re probably not just talking about the soup, but he smiles and thanks you for being his taste tester.
You push any and all thoughts of what those lips might feel like against yours to the side. Roommate, you remind yourself.
The second time is when you bump into him in the hallway, he just showered and has a towel wrapped low around his waist.
“Oh, god! I’m so sorry!” Your eyes naturally drift across his torso, still wet from the shower, before realizing you should definitely not be staring. You shield your eyes and move around him.
“Sorry! Not used to living with other people.” He scurries into his room and shuts the door. You let out the breath you’ve been holding, and quickly go back to your bedroom.
You tell yourself it’s just the proximity, that anyone would be feeling this way if they had an attractive roommate parading around half naked. He’s your roommate, you remind yourself. He’s been so kind to you, and he doesn’t deserve the less than respectful stares you’ve been giving him. It’s a temporary situation after all, and it’ll continue to be a good one so long as you don’t cross any lines.
The third time was when it really hit you. You came home from another awful job interview to the sound of tools clanking and something pounding against the floor. Changbin’s room was off to the left of the living room, but the sound was coming from the right. Where your room is.
You set your bag down on the floor and quietly kick off your shoes before rounding the corner. Your bedroom door was propped open, light on, and the banging sounds were coming from in there.
You’re not sure what you expected to find. Maybe Changbin would be patching some drywall you chipped off by accident. Or maybe the screws on your ceiling fan loosened, and he was tightening them for you.
Changbin’s sitting in the middle of a bunch of pieces of wood, holding a screwdriver in his mouth and fumbling with paper. He didn’t even hear you walk into the house.
“Uh…hi?” you say to him, standing in the doorway.
“Oh, hi,” he says, taking the screwdriver from between his teeth and laying the paper to the side.
“Whatcha doin'?”
“Building a bed frame.”
“I see that…why?”
“You didn’t have one.”
“Okay…”
“So I’m building you one.”
“Why?” you question him, one eyebrow raised.
“You’re sleeping on a mattress on the floor,” he says, like the answer is obvious.
“I know, but I could’ve done this myself.”
“I wanted to do something nice for you.”
You feel guilty immediately. You don’t want to be seen as some charity case that someone has to take in and look after, like a burden. “Thank you…I can pay you back for this—”
“Don’t,” he cuts you off. “Think of it as a housewarming gift.” He smiles at you as he turns back to the instructions.
“It’s your apartment…”
“Please just let me do something nice for you.”
“You’re already being nice by letting me stay here!”
He stands up as you say that, walking towards you, still grinning. His hands come up to your shoulders, and he meets your eyes. “I want to do this.”
You gulp. He’s standing so close you can smell his body wash. His gaze is intense, but you can’t look away. You resort to a nod and a small “thank you”, and he turns to continue working on the bed frame.
“At least let me help you—” You cut yourself off this time when he gives you the biggest sigh, and looks at you like you already know what he’s going to say.
You have a crush on your roommate. Your handsome, incredibly fit, incredibly rich, generous, and kind roommate. What could go wrong?
Everything feels different after that.
You find yourself thinking of him all the time, wanting to make sure you’re already home when he gets home, spending as little time in your bedroom as possible just to hang out with him. You swear you feel him doing it, too.
It starts innocently. First, he’s grazing the small of your back when he passes behind you in the kitchen. He bumps into you in the hall and grabs your waist to move past you. Your thighs touch his on the couch, and neither of you moves. Plausible deniability.
Until the air conditioning breaks in the middle of a heat wave. Because, of course it would. Now you’re forced to watch him walk around the apartment shirtless and dripping in sweat. Forced is a strong word. More like, your eyes are blessed every waking hour until this gets fixed. Which doesn’t seem to be any time soon, considering the whole city’s affected by rolling blackouts and HVAC issues.
You’re convinced he was put on this earth just to torture you. It’s impossible, really, to be that attractive and walk around like he doesn’t even know it.
You’re hyper aware of every movement he makes. A drag through his damp hair, him leaning against the counter, muscles flexing. You make every earnest effort not to look, but you can’t help it.
“I’m no better than a man,” you groan, flopping on the bed.
“What’s wrong now?” Jisung asks on the other end of the phone. You had to tell someone, and he’s the one person you feel comfortable enough with who knows you both.
“Changbin. Shirtless. Like all the time. The AC went out.”
“Again, I’m struggling to see the issue. Dude’s hot, I get it.”
“He’s. My. Roommate.” Emphasis on roommate.
“You’re both single, I don’t see anything wrong with it.” He has a point. “I’m sure if he was uncomfortable, he would’ve said something.”
“I want him to crush my head with his biceps.” The heat is irritating you, and you have no filter. Not that you ever do with Jisung.
“Jesus Christ, you hornball,” Jisung laughs on the other line. “Maybe you just need to get it out of your system.”
“What?”
“Put a dick in it!” Minho’s voice rings through the speaker. Of course Jisung told him. You’re not even mad, but you’re caught off guard by the statement.
“What?”
“Minho’s right. There’s so much tension built up, you’re psyching yourself out. If you just…put a dick in it…it might go away!”
“I’m not sure about that.” At this point, you wonder if it’s even about how attractive Changbin is, or if you’re starting to genuinely like him.
“C’mon, you could both use a fun one-night stand. And you wouldn’t even have to leave the apartment!”
“Jisung, he built me a fucking bed frame.”
“Oh.” Yeah, oh. “Ohhhh, I get it. You like him!” You groan at him, again.
“What do I do?” Your hand drags across the side of your face. Hearing Jisung say it out loud makes it real, and now you’re panicking.
“Girl up! Go get your man!”
You don’t even know what he means by that, and you don’t know if you should even try. Jisung’s just being a good friend, supportive of all your delusions. All you know is that it’s fucking hot in here, but if you see Changbin shirtless one more time, you might accidentally pounce on him.
You peek down the hallway to check that the coast is clear before tiptoeing your way to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water. You bring the glass up to your face, the condensation running down your forehead and cheek, offering a little relief from the heat. It’s not nearly enough to cool you down, though. You place the glass on the island behind you and open the fridge and freezer doors, and just stand there, eyes closed, taking in the cool air.
“Feeling okay?” You hear Changbin’s voice on the other side of the fridge. And you’re standing with your head inside the fridge looking like an idiot.
You whip the door closed and find him leaning just on the other side of it against the wall, still half-clothed, skin shiny from the heat.
“Oh! Yeah, I was just getting some water,” you sputter out. You’re focusing on his face, and the way sweat is dripping from his hairline, doing anything to desperately not let your eyes wander too far south. You’re trying really hard to be respectful.
It’s like he can hear your thoughts. After a few moments of silence, he lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing his hands through his damp hair. His biceps flex, and you force yourself to grab your glass of water and walk into the living room before you combust.
Your thighs stick to the leather cushions as you sit down. It’s fucking miserable in here, the air is choking you every chance it gets. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any harder to breathe, Changbin comes and sits down next to you. He looks at you, brows furrowed, concerned.
Without saying anything, he leans over and places the back of his hand on your forehead. The movement startles you, and the warmth of his hand hitting your damp forehead sends a buzz through your body.
“You’re overheating,” he says simply, before getting up and going to his room. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, staring down the hall in confusion. You can hear him rustling around in his room, and a few minutes later, he comes out with a giant fan in hand.
He walks over to the wall to plug it in and angles it towards where you’re sitting on the couch. “There,” he says proudly. “Sorry, I only have the one.”
“Thank you,” you manage to mumble. The air feels good as it hits your skin, even if it’s a bit warm. He keeps standing there for a second, just watching, making sure it’s working properly before walking back into the kitchen.
You sip your water, flipping through various apps on your phone, trying not to think about the heat or the half-naked man in the kitchen. He walks back a couple of seconds later, two popsicles in hand. He unwraps one and hands it to you, plopping back down on the couch.
You’re trying really, really hard to focus on whatever show Changbin decided to throw on. He leans forward in his seat, absentmindedly licking over the sweet treat, and you can’t help but stare. You catch yourself and tear your eyes away, hoping he didn’t notice.
He leans back to make a comment, his knee brushes against yours, and you feel like you’re going to combust. You don’t dare move, hoping he doesn’t notice your skin touching his. Your eyes keep drifting back to him, no matter how hard you try to stay focused. His shorts are tight against his thighs, and you can see the faint outline of his muscles through them. His stomach and chest are on display, thick and firm. His arms are always out, probably as thick as your entire head, and his lips—
“Do I have something on my face?” he asks, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Your eyes dart up to his, and he’s looking at you. He definitely just saw you staring. Fuck.
“N-no! No, you’re good.” Nice save. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He finishes his popsicle and throws the stick on the coffee table with the remaining trash.
“You okay?” he asks, voice low and far too casual.
“Yeah, it’s just—hot.” You don’t know if you’re talking about the literal temperature of the room, him, or both.
“It’s melting.” He nods his head towards the abandoned popsicle in your hand. You haven’t even taken a single bite, just letting it melt down your wrist. God, you’re so down bad for him, it’s not even funny anymore.
You snap out of whatever trance you were in previously and look at your hand. “Shit.” You chuckle a bit, and your face grows even warmer from embarrassment.
“Let me help.” He smiles at you, inching even closer. He takes the popsicle from your hand and pulls your arm closer to him. Before you can even register what’s happening, he brings your wrist to his mouth and licks the cold juice off with a slow movement.
“It’s sweet,” he comments. What the fuck. Your eyes are locked with his as he cleans you up with his mouth, moving slowly over your palm, before taking two of your fingers in his mouth and sucking slowly. He’s watching your reaction intently. Your lips part, and your thighs press together on instinct as a heat begins to grow inside your body.
“Thank you…,” your voice trails off. You don’t know whether you should move closer or run back into your room screaming.
“This fans not really cutting it, huh?” He gestures to the hunk of metal in the corner. You shake your head with a laugh, because as hard as it’s trying, it’s doing jack shit to help with the actual temperature of the room.
“Lean forward.” He’s fully turned to face you now, one leg folded between the two of you. He gestures for you to move closer, and you do. “Close your eyes.” Your eyes snap shut, painfully aware of how you didn’t even bother to ask why. Your curiosity is getting the better of you.
He takes the popsicle you didn’t really eat and brings it to your collarbone. The cold sensation against your warm skin makes you gasp, but you keep your eyes closed. He traces a line with the tip of the treat along your collarbone, and you can feel it dripping down your chest. A shiver runs through you, goosebumps raising along your whole body.
“Better?” he whispers. You nod your head, unable to form the words, and he continues to drag the popsicle along your skin, bringing it lower to the swell of your breast. The cold trickle down your skin feels really good in this heat, but there’s a growing ache between your legs you can’t stop thinking about.
The empty stick lands on the coffee table, and your eyes snap open. You’re breathing heavier than is considered normal, and Changbin is inches from your face. His eyes are tracing down your neck, watching the liquid drip down under your tank top.
“Can I?” he asks, leaning closer. Again, you nod your head, watching as he leans in. His mouth meets your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to lap up the mess. You shudder under his touch, and your hands fly up to his shoulders. Everything is hot—his mouth, his skin, your body.
You moan as he works his way between your breasts, throwing your head back. Your brain is foggy, only able to focus on him.
“Is this okay?” he says softly against your skin. The cool air hits the spots he’s licked away, sending tingles through your body. You nod aggressively, squeezing his shoulders to ask for more.
He leans you back against the couch’s armrest, moving a pillow behind you, before he dips back down to lap at your neck. The mess has been mostly cleaned up, but you’re both too worked up to stop.
He’s sucking softly at your skin, and his hands trail under your tank top. You moan under his touch, pulling him closer to you. He props himself up above you, looking you in the eyes. He pauses a moment, as if asking for permission. You give him a slight nod, and he closes the gap, capturing your lips with his.
The kiss is slow, tentative, careful, as if he hadn’t just had his whole tongue on you moments before. Your hands tangle in his hair, and he moans into your mouth when you tug lightly.
It grows heated quickly. Your legs wrap around his body, encouraging him to put his weight on you. His hand moves further up, squeezing your breast. Every movement makes the heat in your belly grow, and you buck your hips up against him, chasing any kind of friction.
“Bin…please,” you whisper. “More...”
Your hands trail down his sides, guiding his hips down to meet yours. He grinds against you, and you feel him through his shorts, thick and hard. You can feel your insides burning, and you’re already wet for him. He swallows your moans and sits up to pull you onto his lap.
Your lips meet again, moving sloppier and faster than before. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, and you whimper at the feeling. His hands are everywhere—your chest, your ass, your thighs. He’s grabbing and kneading at your skin, sending a buzz through you.
“You made it…so hard not to touch you,” he grunts between kisses. “Walking around…in those shorts…no bra.” The words give you a fluttering feeling. You had sensed the attraction wasn’t one-sided, but hearing him say it out loud brought feelings of relief and excitement.
“Says you,” you say, hands drifting down his chest. “I’ve been fighting for my life since I moved in.”
That earns a chuckle from him. He moves to lift your tank top off and licks away any remnants of popsicle juice that might still be left on your chest. He moves to suck on one of your nipples, holding the other in his hand. He sucks a little harder, and the slight sting has your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. He gives your other breast the same treatment, and you grind down in his lap to relieve the tension between your legs.
“More?” he asks.
You nod your head. “Yes—fuck, please, God yes.”
He shuffles under you to slide down his shorts and boxers, revealing his thick cock to you. You almost choke on your own spit because, fuck, he’s girthy.
You slide off his lap to discard your shorts and underwear. You climb back in his lap, spit in your palm, and bring it to his length. You stroke him gently, watching him intently as his head falls back against the couch.
“Shit—that feels so good,” he moans. You lean forward to kiss his neck, gently sucking on the sensitive spot there. He moans louder, egging you in, and you move your hand faster.
“You’re so big, Bin.” You nibble at his earlobe and whisper low. “If I’d have known, I would’ve pounced on you a lot sooner.”
“Don’t say that to me right now .” He’s smiling, but there’s a serious undertone in his voice. “Or I’m gonna come.”
And you’d love nothing more. But before you get the chance to increase your pace, he grabs your wrist tight and yanks it away. You don’t even get the chance to protest before he’s dragging his fingers through your folds.
“Oh, fuck!” you cry out as he slips two fingers inside of you. You fall onto his chest, squeezing his shoulders tight. Your head starts to spin as he increases his pace, and you can hear how wet you are.
“You sound so pretty,” he whispers in your ear. “So warm and wet.” He’s still fucking into you at a relentless pace, and the heat in your body is reaching to its peak.
“Bin, fuck, I’m gonna—,” you cry, gripping him for dear life. Just then, he slows his pace down, leaving you whining at your denied orgasm.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he says. “I want to feel you come around me, if you’ll let me.” You lean back to look at him, his eyes begging you for more. You nod your head quickly and bring him in for a kiss. He kisses you back gently, slowly easing his fingers out. You whine at the loss, but he’s soon moving you into a better position.
You prop yourself up on your knees, keeping your balance on his shoulders, as he lines himself up with your entrance.
“Ready?” he asks, gripping your waist. You reply with a quick “mhm” and take a deep breath.
You lower yourself down slowly as he guides you onto his cock, moaning in unison as the head enters you. The stretch stings a bit, but it feels so good.
“You’re taking me so well,” he says, letting out a deep breath and flashing you a smile. Inch by inch, you take him, feeling him nice and deep inside you. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before he helps you rock back and forth.
“S-so big—,” you whine, your forehead falling against his. Your foreheads are still damp from the heat, skin still sticky from a mixture of sweat, popsicle, and spit. “Fuck, Bin—faster.”
Your legs are already shaking at his sides, and he takes over. His hands squeeze your hips hard as he thrusts up into you, fast and rough.
“So fuckin’ tight, baby,” he grunts. The sounds of him smacking against you fill the room. Your cunt is soaked, and you can feel the heat in your belly bubbling back up again.
“Close, close,” you warn him, and your head falls to his shoulder.
He wraps one arm around you tightly and moves his hand to your clit. His fingers make quick but gentle circles around your nub, and you’re seeing stars.
“Oh—fuck! Changbin!” you cry out as the heat boils over, sending shockwaves through your body. Your entire body spasms around him, and you feel yourself leaking around him.
He fucks you through the aftershocks, careful to be gentle and not overstimulate you. But you want him to feel good, too. You need him to.
You brace yourself to take control and ride him in earnest. You’re slamming into his cock, sensitivity be damned. He’s moaning your name through it, holding onto you. You feel him twitch inside of you, and you know that he’s close.
“Come for me, Bin,” you moan in his ear. “Fill me up.”
He breaks seconds later, filling you up with his hot white liquid. You slow your pace until he finishes, and collapse against his chest. You’re both breathing heavily, sweaty bodies pressed together.
“You’re incredible,” he breathes out, rubbing your back.
You sit up straight to kiss him again, cupping his face in your hands. “That was…so good…God, you’re so hot.” He smiles at your compliment, kissing you back.
“Let’s get cleaned up.”
He helps you off of him, and you try to keep everything from leaking out of you. He leads you into his bathroom and warms up the water. He cleans you up gently, even helping you wash your hair.
You both dry off and grab some clean pjs from your room before meeting back in the living room.
He plops down on the couch next to you, and his arm reaches around you to pull you close. It’s still hot as fuck in your apartment, but you wouldn’t dare move away. You can’t help but giggle at the situation that’s unfolded.
“What?” he asks, laughing with you even though he’s not sure why.
“Jisung said I needed to get laid,” you chuckle. “He’s going to have a field day when he finds out.”
“He’s one to talk,” Changbin laughs. “He’s been crushing on Minho for years and hasn’t done a thing about it.”
“I know, right? God, he’s so blind that poor boy’s in love with him.”
You spend a good amount of time just cuddling and talking on the couch. It feels really, really nice. You’re not exactly sure what any of it means, but you know you want it to keep going.
“Bin,” you whisper after the conversation comes to a lull.
“Hmm?” he hums.
“This is…nice. I know this living situation is only temporary—”
“Temporary?” he asks, looking at you with a confused expression. “I never said it was temporary.”
“Oh.” You look back at him with the same confusion written on your face. “I just thought you might want your space back.”
He adjusts himself so he’s looking directly at you, and holds both of your hands in his. “You moved into my space, my home, and into my heart. I never want you to leave.”
The confession makes your face grow hot again. You’re giddy and glad that this wasn’t a one-time thing. “Okay,” you manage to squeak out. “I won’t leave.”
He leans forward to kiss you, and a warm, fuzzy feeling washes over you. Home. This feels like home.
“What now?” you ask, leaning back against the couch.
“Hmmm…” He thinks for a moment. “We could break in your new bed frame.”
“Absolutely.”
a popsicle and changbin is all a girl really needs. classic ac not working, hot mf roommate w/ a shlong…yeah im hooked. and its bin?? and he’s the greenest flag to ever walk this earth?? 💳 spectaculah, gimme 14 🏄♀️
synopsis: meeting someone, falling for them, and having the best night of your life wasn't part of the vacation plan you made with your friend. yet, Felix made all of it happen, in the best way imaginable. (4,9k words)
warnings: protected sex; oral sex (f!receiving); fingering; praising; power play
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After months of planning, you and your friend finally made it on that trip, and right now, you’re living the moment you’ve been dreaming of. Just lounging in the sun by the sea, feeling the intense heat on your skin.
Hearing her voice, you peered over your sunglasses at her. “What?”
She gave a subtle look and pointed her eyebrows toward two guys sitting just a bit further down. “Are you blind? That blonde guy over there has been eyeing you up for ages and you’re completely oblivious.”
You furrowed your brows and gave her a look like you had no idea what she was talking about. You stole a quick look in their direction, trying to play it cool, and honestly? Someone really was eyeing you up.
His bright, long, blonde hair was actually shimmering under the sun. Even though he was slim, his abs were chiselled, and he possessed a beauty you honestly couldn’t put into words. The combination of being both handsome and beautiful left you even more—
“Need a napkin?”
Hearing her voice, you quickly diverted your gaze and turned her way. “You’re exaggerating, I was barely even looking.”
She gave you a teasing grin and nodded in disbelief. “Mhmm, sure. Totally.” But of course, she couldn’t help herself. Before you could even get a word in, she just kept going. “You practically ate him alive with your eyes! You think I missed that? Admit it, you think he’s hot.”
You instantly shushed her. “Keep it down. They’ll hear us.” Once you actually thought anout her words, you had to asmit she had a point. He was definitely attractive, and the fact that he was checking you out, too… maybe you really should give him a chance. “Fine, maybe I’m feeling him a little… So what now? Am I supposed to just go over there and—“ she snapped in before you could even get the rest of the sentence out.
“God, no.” She pinched the bridge of her nose with a shake of her head. “Oh, honey… what are you gonna do, just go over and say, ‘You were eyeing me up and I’m into it, so let’s be a thing.’” She leaned in close and dropped her voice to a whisper. “He’s going to make his way over here way before you do. Just play it cool. Keep lounging, go for a dip—whatever. Just act natural and trust me on this one.” she whispered with an encouraging smile.
She definitely knew what she was doing more than you did, so you were all in on her plan. “Deal. But if it flops, you’re dead meat.”
She smirked playfully. “Just trust me, he’ll come crawling over here in no time.”
You gave a light shrug and went back to sunbathing. “We’ll see.”
The warmth of the sun was so perfect that he’d slipped your mind entirely. That is, until a shadow cut through the sunlight. Opening your eyes, you found him standing over you, beaming down with a dazzling grin. “Hey.” Hearing his tone and the low rumble of his voice sent you straight into a sitting position in an instant.
His innocent look and golden hair did not prepare you for that voice. You were so floored by how husky and deep it was that you just blanked, staring up at him until your friend's nudge snapped you out of it. “I’ve actually got to take this call from my mom. I’ll leave you two to it—be back in a few.” Before getting up, she gave you a pointed look, basically screaming at you to keep it together. Then walked off while faking a call from her mom.
“Alright…” you breathed out, barely audible, before looking up at him. “Hey…” a pause, “Have a seat, please.”
He flashed that bright smile of his once again. “Thanks.” He took a seat beside you, carefully avoiding crossing any lines—he settled close enough to be friendly, but far enough to give you your space. “Felix, by the way.” He offered his hand as he spoke.
You reciprocated his smile, gave a soft nod, and introduced yourself. “Good to meet you, Felix.”
“First time here? I haven’t run into you before. Are you here on vacation?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side with curiosity.
You nodded, still struggling to focus as his voice vibrated through you. “Yeah, exactly. We’d been planning this trip for ages, but we just never had the chance until now.” a pause. “I take it you’re a local?”
He nodded frantically. “I’ve been here my whole life, and honestly, no other place beats this as a getaway.” He let out a small, deep chuckle.
Matching his laughter, you teased. “Since you’re talking it up so much, it better be as good as you say it is.”
With a knowing grin, he arched an eyebrow playfully. “Just behind the shore, there’s a solid bar. That’s where I can start giving you the grand tour, if you’d like.”
You nodded slowly. “Yeah, I saw that place on my way in… So, is this your “local guide” routine that you pull on every tourist girl you meet?” Proping yourself up on your elbows, you met his gaze daringly, a playful grin plastered on your lips.
He let out a chuckle, clearly amused by your words. “Is that the vibe I’m giving off? Do I really come across as that much of a flirt?”
You gave a little shrug, your lips still curved in a smile. “Well, the whole “let me show you around” thing… those are moved you could pull on any girl, every summer. Am I wrong?”
Without letting his smile fade, he gave a slow shake of his head. “Fair enough—you’re absolutely right to think that. But I don't really do “tactics”. I just thought you were beautiful and wanted to make a move. That doesn't mean I approach every girl I see like this. Am I wrong?” He countered your question with one of his own, his smile widening into a smirk.
You scoffed under your breath, smiling at him as if you couldn’t believe his nerve. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Alright, have it your way. Let’s go to that bar tonight.”
With a triumphant smile, he let his gaze sweep over you slowly before meeting your eyes again. “Is nine good for you?”
You nodded in agreement. “Works for me. Nine it is.”
He rose to his feet, keeping his gaze locked on yours. “I’m looking forward to our night. I’ll see you at nine.”
You managed a smile, masking your excitement as you give him a subtle nod. “Likewise. See you at nine.”
He gave you one last wave before heading back to his friend, and before you could even look around to find your own, she was already right there beside you. “Girl, you were incredible! I watched the whole thing from behind. Those looks he was giving you… And how you didn't even break a sweat—proud of you! So, how’d it go? Tell me exactly what happened.”
You shushed her quickly and began to spill. “I’m going to give you all the details, but we need to go back to hotel and prep me first. Because your girl has a date tonight.” you couldn’t keep still, unable to stop smiling as you spoke.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she heard you. “No way… Seriously? Girl, get up, get up right now! We need to get you ready. He’s going to be drooling the second he sees you. Hurry, pack your things.” Without giving you a chance to answer, she started rounding up all your beach stuff.
“Could you be any more obvious? Calm down… geez.” you whispered to yourself with a grin, joining in to help her pack up.
She didn’t even care a word you said; she was too busy thinking out loud about which dress you should wear and how to style our hair. It amazed you that she was more hyped for this than you, and you couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of happiness inside.
You finished packing in record time, and now all that was left was picking an outfit and getting ready—which was the hardest part. But like she said, you were going to have him drooling tonight.
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The second you stepped into the club, you could feel the heavy bass vibrating through your entire body; it was a stunning spot as he said before. As your eyes searched for Felix, you suddenly felt a light touch—a hand on the small of your back. “Perfect timing.” Bringing his lips close to your ear to compete with the loud music, he shouted slightly.
Turning your head just enough to catch his eye, you smiled. “I hope I didn’t make you wait too long?”
He shook his head right away. “Not at all. I just got here five minutes ago, and my eyes were already searching for you.” The moment the words left his mouth, he couldn’t help but let his eyes trace down your entire body. His eyes lingered on your legs a little too long, clearly distracted by the dress. He licked his lips subtly before meeting your eyes again. “You look gorgeous.” He breathed out against your ear.
You were suddenly so glad the club was dark, because you could feel a massive blush creeping up your neck. You were flushing so hard you felt your face burning. “Thank you.” you managed to say.
You gave him a once-over and realized you were both playing the same game. You mirrored his gesture, licking your lips as you took in the way that leather jacket hugged his frame. You were low-key disappointed to see those muscles covered up, but he still looked breathtaking. “I have to say the same about you. You look really good.”
A slight smirk played on his lips as he replied. “Thanks, thanks… How about we grab a drink at the bar?”
Nodding in approval, you let him guide you through the crowd. “Yeah, sure. Lead the way.”
He placed his hand lightly on your lower back, helping you move ahead of him. His touch was gentle, guiding you through the crowd without crossing any boundaries. Once you reached the bar, you could hear each other much better away from the blaring music—at least you didn't feel the need to shout anymore.
Seeing the bartender approach to take your order, Felix turned your way. “What are you having? You should definitely try the Negroni—it’s their specialty.”
You thought for a moment, and with no particular drink in mind, you nodded. “I’ll go with a Negroni, then.” You turned to the bartender to place your order, and Felix gave a “make it two” gesture, sending the bartender off.
With a soft smile, he leaned in closer to talk. ”Still think I pull this move on every girl, huh?”
You let out a chuckle, arching an eyebrow slightly. You could tell he genuinely didn’t want you to think that, but what was the harm in making him work for it a little? “Hmm, I’m still on the fence. How exactly do you plan on changing my mind?”
He smirked, leaning right into your space to whisper. “Wait for the night to unfold. I promise I’ll make a believer out of you.” Just as you were about to reply, bartender arrived with your drinks. After thanking him briefly, Felix continued. “It hits heavy by the way. Don’t come telling me I didn’t warn you when it starts to kick in.”
Rolling your eyes with a playful grin, you muttered before taking a sip from your drink. “Don’t take me so lightly, c’mon. One drink isn’t going to tip me over.”
As soon as you tasted it, you realized he wasn’t exaggerating. It wouldn’t knock you off your feet, but the strength of it was undeniable. The moment that first sip hit your tongue, you couldn’t help but wince.
Seeing your face, he fought back a laugh by pressing his lips together. “You okay? A bit too weak for your taste?” He teased, clearly enjoying himself.
You weren’t about to let him tease you. You downed the drink in one go and set the glass down. Even though your face twisted from the bitter sting, and you had a brief coughing fit, you forced a smile anyway. “What was that again?”
Felix’s eyes widened in total shock, clearly caught off guard by your move. “Woah… take it easy. How did you pull that off?” He muttered a curse under his breath, taking a sip of his own drink with an amused smile. “I hate to break it to you, but there’s no way I’m finishing mine in one gulp. I have my limits, y’know.”
You burst into a laugh, loving every second of this. “Still can’t handle it in one shot? And here I thought you were a pro after all those girls you brought here. Guess I was wrong about your endurance.” With a teasing smirk, you began tracing the rim of your glass, keeping your gaze locked on his.
After taking another sip, he gave you a grin in disbelief and shook his head. “You’re determined to keep thinking I’m some kind of player, aren’t you?”
Shrugging your shoulders lightly, you leaned in close to his ear to whisper. “Why not work a bitharder for it, huh?”
Slowly placing his glass back on the bar, turning his whole body to face you, looking you over with a smirk. “Are you getting a little tipsy, or are you just feeling bold?”
“I already said one drink wouldn’t do it, and I meant it.” You got up from your seat and dida graceful turn to prove your balance, then slid back into your spot. “I was just giving you some advice on trying a little harder, that’s all.” Your eyes wandered over his features, lingering on his lips for a moment longer before meeting his gaze again.
When your eyes met, you could feel a heavy silence settle between you. The music, the crowd seemed to fade into the background until they were gone completely. In that moment, nobody else existed; it was only you and him.
As you felt his hand slowly caressing your cheek, your eyes closed instinctively. There was such a tenderness in his touch that it felt like you were simply melting into the warmth of his hand. ”Just so you know, I’ll make sure to take your advice to heart.” He murmured slowly, despite the deep voice of his, you felt a softness in it that led you to slowly flutter your eyes open.
“And if I had another advice… would you follow that one as well?” you murmured, staring deep into his eyes without looking away.
Felix smiled softly, but this time his smile was deeper, more meaningful. As his hand continued to stroke your cheek, he pulled you into his space until you were breathing the same air. He lingered on your lips for a heartbeat, then met your gaze again, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “I’m all ears, go on.”
“Kiss me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Taking a deep breath, he pressed his lips firmly against yours. It wasn’t soft. Wasn’t tentative or testing. It was sure and certain, like he’d been thinking about this since he saw you for the first time, judging by the way his other hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, he probably had.
Your hands found his chest, fingers curling into his jacket as you kissed him back with everything you had been holding in all day. Since the moment he landed his eyes on you.
He made a sound low in his throat, a groan tangled in relief, and the deepened the kiss, angling your head just so. His tongue swept across your bottom lip and you parted for him immediately, tasting the Negroni you’d just drunk from his lips.
When he finally pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours, you were both panting. “You’re perfect.” He muttered against your lips breathlessly.
Without waiting any longer, you stood up from your seat hurriedly. “Hope you don’t live too far away?”
“Much closer than you think.” Without waiting any longer second longer, he stood up and guided you toward the exit, his hand resting firmly on the small of your back.
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The door clicks shut behind you, and before you can even kick off your shoes, Felix’s hands are on your waist, spinning you around with a firm grip that sends a thrill racing down your spine. He presses you back against the wall, his body flush against yours.
His blonde hair falls slightly into his eyes as he leans in, capturing your mouth in a devouring kiss. His lips are insistent, tongue sweeping past your parted lips to tangle with yours, tasting you deeply, hungrily. His mouth moves against yours with a growing fervor, each kiss deeper, more demanding than the last.
Felix groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against yours lips as he tilts his head, kissing you harder, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, just enough to draw a whimper from you.
The heat between you builds, your breaths quickening as the world outside the room fades to nothing. You feel his fingers brush against the fabric of your dress, his touch firm yet unhurried, as though he’s savoring the moment. His lips leave yours briefly, trailing down to your jaw, then your neck, each kiss igniting a fire that spreads through you.
“You’re driving me insane.” he says against your neck, his breath hot and ragged, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your head while the other grips yours hip, pinning you in place.
The air between you grows heavier, the atmosphere charged and electric. You sense the shift as his focus sharpens, his movements deliberate yet unspoken, the tension between you nearly tangible.
And before you could sense what was happening Felix gets on his knees. With a touch that’s both deliberate and unhurried, he lifts your leg slightly, tilting it closer to him. His lips graze the soft skin of your thigh, leaving a slow trail of kisses that climb higher with every breath.
And when Felix finally dips his head lower, the closeness of his breath on your clothed core igniting a fire along your skin. You close your eyes briefly, caught in the moment, every action a silent promise of what’s to come.
Taking you off guard, Felix tugs the fabric of your panties between his teeth and drags it down your thighs until it’d off of you. Nothing is getting in his way now but before that, he shot you a menacing look.
His hands moved up, sliding your dress until it was bunched high on your hips. “Spread your legs for me.” He says softly, his voice a low command, and you do, parting your thighs to reveal your slick cunt to him.
“So wet for me already.” He murmurs teasingly.
“Felix… please.” You whisper desperately, looking down at him with pleading eyes
Before dragging it any further, his mouth meets your cunt—tongue flicking out to taste you, lapping at your clit in firm, circling strokes. You let out a loud moan, hands flying to pull at his hair, pushing his head exactly where you need him.
“Fuck… you taste so good. I’ve been thinking about this all night.” He groans against your skin, the words muffled as he sucks your clit between his lips, humming vibrations that makes your body arch toward him.
When he finally slid two fingers inside you and curved them just right, you cried out. He growled against you, a deep, rough sound. “Gosh… you’re perfect.” he said, his voice wrecked.
He worked his fingers again, his mouth covering your clit, and the world went bright for a moment. His tongue delving into your folds, mixing with his fingers as he thrusts them faster, curling them to stroke your inner walls while his mouth devours your clit.
He alternates between sucking and licking, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep your legs open for him, his groans rumbling against your cunt with every pull of your fingers in his hair. The sounds he makes—deep, needy—only heighten the sensation, pushing you closer to the edge.
Your hips grinding down against his face, chasing the building pressure, moans spilling from your lips as you say his name over and over.
“Felix—oh, God—“ he growls again at your words, louder this time, the vibration sending a jolt through you, his tongue pressing flat against your clit while his fingers move inside you, hitting that perfect spot again and again.
The coil in your stomach tightens unbearably, pleasure building hot and fierce, and you feel your body tensing as the orgasm crashes over you. “Felix—“
You cried out his name, your cunt clenching around his fingers, walls fluttering as waved of ecstasy pulse through you. Your thighs shake, trying to close around his head, but he holds them open, lapping your folds through it, drawing out every shudder and gasp until you’re spent, trembling against the wall.
He slows his movements, fingers easing out with a wet sound, his tongue giving one last gentle lick before he lifts his head, lips glistening with your arousal, a satisfied smile curving them as he looks up at you.
“Your taste… it was so fucking perfect, baby.” he says softly, getting on his feet slowly.
You lean in, capturing his mouth in a kiss, your tongue delving deep, claiming him as he did with you moments ago. He responds eagerly, his hands roam down your sides, fingers hooking into the hem of your dress, tugging it upward with impatient urgency. You help him, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank the fabric over your head, letting it drop somewhere on the floor.
Felix’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze lingering on the swell of your breasts barely contained by your bra. He doesn’t waste time, his mouth returning to your neck, kissing and licking a path downward while his hands work at the clasp of your bra, snapping it open with ease. The straps slide down your shoulders, and you shrug it off, exposing your skin to the cool air of the hallway and to his heated stare.
“Fucking shit…” he whispers, voice rough with desire, as he dips his head to kiss along your collarbone, then lower, his lips brushing the tops of your breasts.
Impatiently, your hands fumble with his jacket and shirt, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal the lean muscles of his chest and abs you’d seen few hours ago at the beach. You feel his skin’s warmth under your palms as you trace the lines of him.
By the time you reach his bedroom, you’re both completely naked, his pants and boxer had thrown somewhere on the hallway, skin sliding against skin with every step.
He backs you into the room, his mouth never leaving yours, kisses turning sloppy and desperate as his hands explore every inch of your body. You stumble toward the bed, legs bumping against the edge, and Felix guides you down onto the soft mattress.
“Can’t wait to be inside you.” He breathed against your mouth, fingers never stop moving around your body.
“Then do something.” You said breathlessly.
He laughed in amusement, the warmth of his breath spreading across your skin, making goosebumps rise. “I am doing something.” He muttered before reaching for the nightstand, rummaged through it for a while.
You watched his hands shake as he found the condom, tore it open with trembling hands, nearly dropping it. You pressed your lips together to supprass your laughter. You watched him roll it on, watched the way his jaw clenching when he touched himself, the way his eyes squeezed shut for a second, and then he was settling between your thighs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, hot even through the latex.
“Ready?” He whispered, his voice rough and shaky with anticipation.
You nodded firmly and he pushed in slowly, so slowly, and you both gasped at the sensation. The stretch was perfect, that edge of too much that melted into exactly right. He was thick, much thicker than you thought he’d be, and you felt every inch as he sank into you. He buried his face in your neck, breathing hard, body trembling with the effort of holding still, and you could feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest.
“Fuck—“ he groaned against your skin, the word muffled. “You feel—I can’t—give me a second or I’m gonna fucking lose it…”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, puling him deeper until he was fully seated inside you, you felt him twitch, felt every pulse of his cock. “You’re so big.”
“Don’t—fuck—“ his hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding deeper. “Don’t say things like that. I’m trying to hold back—shit.”
“What if I don’t want you to hold back?” You rolled your hips deliberately, clenching around him, and he made a sound that was almost whimper. “I want you to lose it.”
He lifted his head to look at you, and the expression on his face, desperate and wanting and barely hanging on, sweat beading on his forehead, lips parted around ragged breaths, made your heart race. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Move, Felix.”
He did. He pulled out slowly, the drag of him against your walls making you both moan, and pushed back in. He set a steady rhythm, deep and thorough, his forehead pressed to yours, breath mixing.
“You can go harder, Lix.”
His breath hitched with the name you called him, his control snapped with your words. He grabbed your hip with one hand, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, the other braced beside your head, his forearm flexing as he held himself up, and fucked into you exactly how you asked, harder. The sound of skin meeting skin obscenely loud in the quiet room, the headboard starting to hit the wall with each thrust.
“So tight, so wet for me… fuck—“ He was gone now, words tumbling out between gasps, filter completely gone. “You feel so good, so perfect—God—“
Your nails dug into his shoulders, his back, dragging down hard enough to make him hiss. The slight pain seemed to spur him on, his hips snapping faster. “Don’t—don’t stop—“
“I won’t.“ His rhythm was getting erratic, chasing his release, each thrust slightly off-beat, desperate.
Felix pulled out halfway and slammed back in—hard enough to knock the air from your throat. You cried out, back arching, and his hand flew to your hip to hold you down.
“Oh my—Felix—“
“That’s it.” he growled, voice low and rough. “Take it.”
He set a brutal rhythm now, hips snapping forward with precision—deep, fast, punishing. Your body jolted with every thrust, his skin slapping yours, his breath ragged against your neck.
When he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, you sobbed. “You’re taking me so well, squeezing me like you were made for me.”
His words sent heat straight to your core, and your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, locking him in. He buried his face in your neck, his words muffled against your skin, lips moving against your pulse. “Come with me—I’m so close—“
“Oh, God—“
Your second orgasm hit different, deeper, longer, starting from where you were connected and radiating outward, pulling him right over the edge with you. He came with a broken sound of your name, hips jerking erratically as he spilled into the condom, and you felt every pulse, every twitch of it, felt him throbbing inside you.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just lay there breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, heartbeats gradually slowing, still connected. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours, could feel his lips pressed against your neck, could feel the occasional aftershock flutter through both of you.
Finally, he lifted his head, brushing sweaty hair out of your face with shaking fingers, his touch so gentle compared to how he’d just fucked you. “So,” He smirked slightly, voice breathless and shaky. “Did I finally manage to convince you?”
Although you frowned for a moment, not quite catching what he said, you let out a chuckle once you understood what he meant. “About that… I dunno, maybe I just need a little more convincing?”
Hearing this, a glint lit up in his eyes; his grin returned, and he leaned in to whisper into your ear. “I assure you that by the end of the night, you’ll be completely convinced.”
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have you guys ever imagines how it would be if chan has a mommy gf? it has been boogling in my mind for the the longest time and i just had the most mind-blowing conversation with @pineapple-burgah and @ylstacy in the discord server, and here i am writing what might be a small continuous series in my timeline. god, i love this idea so so much.
HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!
Contrary to popular belief, Chan wasn’t secretly pining for some sweet, wide-eyed younger girl. The truth was far deeper and far more addictive: he was utterly, helplessly in love with his older girlfriend—you.
As the eldest in his group, Chan had always been the soul nurturer, the one who carried everyone with quiet strength, endless patience, and unwavering care. He gave and gave until there was almost nothing left for himself.
Then he met you.
Everything changed the moment you stepped into his life. You were nothing like the soft, needy girls he once imagined dating. You didn’t ask for his attention or his care , instead, you gave it so generously, so confidently, that he found himself craving every second of it.
Not only did you nourish him in the most intimate ways. Pinning him beneath you at night, riding him slow and deep while your experienced hands explored every inch of his body, whispering filthy praises as he moaned and trembled beneath you, but you also took care of his boys without hesitation.
You woke up early every morning to prepare hearty meals the eight of them could share, your movements graceful and assured in the kitchen. You checked on them constantly, asking if they had rested enough, scolding them gently but firmly when they pushed themselves too hard. With warmth and quiet authority, you nurtured every single one of them with genuine love and care.
And that, watching you love his members as fiercely as you loved him made Chan fall for you even deeper. Every time he saw you caring for them, something hot and possessive stirred inside him. At night, that same possessiveness would explode as he buried himself between your thighs, desperate to repay every ounce of love you gave, losing himself completely in the wet heat of your body while you took control and reminded him exactly who he belonged to.
Just like right now.
The week had been brutal. Practice after practice left his muscles aching and his voice raw. The endless hours spent perfecting tracks in the studio had drained every last drop of his energy. When he finally pushed open the door to your shared apartment, all he wanted was you.
The moment he stepped inside, your hands were already on him, warm, sure, and possessive. You pulled him close without a word, lips brushing against his neck as you guided him straight to the bedroom. Clothes were shed in a heated rush, and soon he was sprawled naked on the bed, chest heaving, while you knelt between his spread thighs.
Your fingers wrapped around his cock with perfect pressure, stroking him in that maddening rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, just enough to make his hips buck helplessly off the mattress. Every slow drag of your palm over his throbbing length sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. Precum leaked steadily from the tip, slicking your hand and making each glide wetter, filthier. Chan’s head fell back against the pillows, a broken moan escaping his lips as you twisted your wrist just right at the head, thumb pressing teasingly against the sensitive underside.
“That’s it, baby,” you murmured, voice low and sultry. “Let me take care of you tonight. You’ve been so good for everyone else… now it’s my turn to make you feel good.”
He was already trembling, thighs shaking around you, completely surrendered to the expert rhythm of your hand. After the long, exhausting week, this—your touch, your heat, your control—was exactly the deep, aching satisfaction he had been craving.
It didn’t take long.
The stress of the entire week had left him wound so tightly that your expert touch quickly pushed him right to the edge. His groans turned into broken moans, growing louder and more shameless with every stroke. His thighs trembled violently around you as pleasure coiled unbearably tight in his core.
“Y/N—” he gasped, voice strained and wrecked.
His whole body suddenly tensed, then shuddered hard. Back arching off the bed, knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets desperately, Chan came with a deep, guttural moan. Thick ropes of cum spilled hot and messy over your hand, pulsing again and again as you kept stroking him through every wave of his release, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock while his body twitched and shook uncontrollably beneath you.
With his chest still rising and falling in ragged breaths, a wide, satisfied grin spread across his flushed face. His eyes were hazy, dark with lingering pleasure, yet you could see the sharp awareness still burning behind them. He looked up at you like you were the only thing in his world.
“So…” he murmured, voice low and husky, still slightly breathless, “what do you think about doing the same thing with the boys?”
He licked his lips slowly, the grin turning just a little wicked as his fingers traced lazy patterns on your thigh.
“You know… freeing them of all that stress the same way. You’re so fucking good at it, baby. I know they’d appreciate it very much. They’re just as exhausted as I was… and I can’t stop thinking about how good your hands would look wrapped around them too.”
You chuckled softly at his bold silliness, the sound warm and affectionate. You reached down, gently pulling his hand to your lips and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his knuckles.
“Maybe,” you teased, voice low and sultry, eyes sparkling with amusement and something far more wicked. “Who are we gonna start with?”
The moment the words left your mouth, Chan’s grin widened, eyes lighting up with pure excitement. His mind was already racing, already planning every delicious detail of how this would unfold. He could picture it so clearly, his members sprawled out, tense and needy, while your skilled hands and confident touch worked them over one by one, their moans filling the room as he watched. The thought alone sent a fresh spark of heat straight to his spent cock, making it twitch with renewed interest.
He pulled you closer, voice dropping into a eager whisper against your ear.
“Fuck… let’s start with Felix first. He’s been the most wrecked lately. I want to see how pretty he looks falling apart under your touch… while I watch every second of it.”
pairing: lee minho x reader, neighbours to lovers
genre: fluff; smut
warnings: explicit sexual content (not gonna spoil it but ykwim)
word count: 4.45k
kysa's note: FINALLY the last chapter of the series is here — as promised, delivering on 8th april ^-^ honestly such a bittersweet moment as this cute lil universe ends (comment if you would like a bonus chapter w random insta stories or maybe smau ?). let me know what you think ! xoxo
listening to: youth by lee know
< previous > ch:8
good lord.
he was actually coming over.
your heart pounded against your ribcage as you leapt up from the bed the second you saw the text. smoothening down your clothes, you tucked your hair behind your ears and took a deep breath in, mentally preparing yourself for his presence. your heart was racing at the possibilities of what might happen, the air in your flat suddenly feeling too thick to breathe. you paced the length of your bedroom, the ghost of his voice and the heat of his gaze from the kitchen earlier still clinging to your skin like a fever.
you had just entered the living room when the bell rang. a shiver ran up your spine as you opened the door.
minho stood there looking as if he had run a marathon. his chest was heaving. his brown hair was all disheveled as if he had been running his hands through it in a frantic loop. clad in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his sharp gaze locked with yours, and for a minute, neither of you could look away. the hallway light behind him cast a long, intimidating shadow into your living room, but all you could focus on was the way his nostrils flared with every jagged breath.
as soon as you had sent that picture, minho knew he was done for. he had paced around his apartment so frantically that he was surprised joonie hadn't woken up. he contemplated for a while whether this was the right move or if he should get a grip on himself, but as he was reminded of the ethereal image you had sent him, he knew you wanted this as bad as he did.
he had spent the last hour trying to be the "polite neighbor," the one who brings over aglio olio and teaches you how to stir a pan, but the chocolate lace had been the killing blow to his civility.
you had wanted him to snap — and he finally had.
he rushed to your apartment and rang the bell, eyes meeting with the most beautiful sight.
he didn't know you could look prettier than you had in the afternoon, when you had slid your hoodie off one shoulder to give him a glimpse of that powder blue lace. but here you were — a deep blush covering you, your hair in a messy bun as a few pieces framed your face and lips bitten a deep red out of pure nervousness. you were still wearing the same top as in the photo, except that it was zipped up completely. and it was driving him crazy.
the mystery of what lay beneath that zipper was a siren song, pulling him across the threshold.
your eyes slowly moved upwards, locking with his as you both stood staring at each other — your breaths communicating in a way you couldn't have imagined. the air between you was heavy, charged with a magnetic pull that felt like it might physically drag you toward him.
"can i — can i come in ?" minho rasped, leaning on the doorway — his control hanging by a single, frayed thread. his voice was lower than usual, a gravelly, honeyed velvet that made your knees buckle.
"y-yea sure," you murmured, heartbeat escalating as you moved toward the living room, minho following after you and locking the door behind him with a final, heavy click.
the tension in the room was too charged, too tangible for you to take a seat. your system was in overdrive with merely breathing the same air as him, so you stopped beside the couch. your heart was doing a violent somersault in your chest, and as you stood there, minho didn't just look at you — he consumed you. his eyes were dark, pupils blown so wide that the honey-brown of his irises was just a thin, shimmering ring around a void of pure, unadulterated hunger.
the sound of the lock was a period at the end of a long, agonizing sentence. there was no turning back now.
minho stopped exactly a foot away from you, the distance both a mercy and a torture. he was half gazing, half worshipping you as if you were the finest delicacy in the world. his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to your lips and fixating on the target.
it was signal enough that he was finished with controlling himself — his resolve had crumbled right at your feet. the "gentleman" had left the building, replaced by a man who looked like he wanted to ruin you and treasure you all at once.
"may i ?" minho asked, his eyes flicking up to catch yours already searching his.
you couldn't have nodded faster.
the second the consent left your lips, he bridged the distance. his hands came up, his long, veined fingers finding the dip of your waist and digging into the fabric of your top as he pulled you flush against him. the contact was electric, a jolt that traveled straight to your core as he pulled you into the towering, heat-radiating wall of his body.
minho's lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that tasted of cherry lipbalm and a sweet, beautiful longing. he groaned softly as he tasted you, the sound reverberating in his soul as a soft moan slipped from your throat. his tongue swiped against your lower lip, a silent command that you answered by parting for him, a sweet sound escaping you as your fingers tangled in the soft, disheveled mess of his hair.
minho tasted exactly like he sounded — warm, sweet, and intoxicating. as his lips came to caress yours, every thought escaped your mind. all you could think about was his mouth on yours, his lithe fingers on your waist, and the proximity that had finally vanished into thin air.
it took minho an entire minute to finally wrap his mind around the fact that he was finally — fucking finally — kissing you. your lips were the softest, slightly bitten and good god — absolutely delectable. he pulled back for a split second, his forehead resting against yours as you both panted into the small space, before he dove back in, more desperate this time.
minho walked backwards with you in his soft embrace until your back hit the cold surface of the hallway wall — the very wall you’d spent so many nights leaning against, listening to each other and revelling in each other's company. the irony wasn't lost on either of you — it was this same wall that had kept you apart, and now it was the only thing supporting you as minho pinned you to it, his body a solid weight that made you throb in places you hadn't even fathomed. he shifted his weight, pressing his thigh between yours, and you let out a strangled whimper at the friction.
with both his hands on your waist, his kisses turned frantic, moving from your mouth to the sensitive line of your jaw, then down to the curve of your neck. you couldn't help but bare your throat, giving him more space as he nipped at the skin there. your hands hugged his head, his teeth grazing the pulse point that was drumming a frantic rhythm against his lips. he was marking you, claiming the territory he had studied from afar for so long.
"i've been seeing that blue lace in my dreams for days," he whispered against your collarbone, his voice a raw, jagged rasp. "and then you sent that fucking picture — show me the brown one, hm love ?"
"minho —" you gasped, your head falling back against the wall as his hands moved from your waist to the metal tab of your top.
you bit your lower lip and smiled shyly, nodding. with agonizing slowness, he dragged the zipper down, the sound of the metal teeth parting deafening in the quiet flat. he let the shirt slide off your shoulders, pooling at your elbows, as you stood there in your bra and sweatpants, the air feeling cold on your exposed skin until the heat of his gaze warmed you right back up.
as the dark brown lace was revealed, minho’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening as they fixed on the contrast of the dark thread against your honey-toned skin. your supple breasts sat nestled into the bra, nipples slightly pebbled beneath the lace. the deep v shape showed your cleavage beautifully — seductively — and the pace at which blood ran south in minho's body gave him whiplash. he couldn't tear his gaze away. it was a work of art — a masterpiece he had been dying to taste.
"i bought it for you," you whispered, your voice trembling as you blushed profusely. "i saw it and i just — i wanted to know if you'd like it."
you had gone to the lingerie store, looked at the bra, and wondered if he'd love it on you ?
minho nearly moaned at your words.
you bought it for him ?
and you had confessed to it so sweetly, all adorable, as if you didn't have him hard at the mere sound of your voice. his jaw tightened, a vein at his temple feathering as he looked at you. his thumbs traced the scalloped edges of the lace, his touch so light it made you shiver.
"i don't just like it, baby," he murmured, his hands coming up to cup your face, his thumbs tracing the line of your cheekbones. "i want to worship the girl wearing it."
before minho could put his words to action, he heard you whisper in his ear, "c-can you take it o-off ?" slightly tugging onto his t-shirt.
the shirt was on the floor in less than three seconds.
and jesus fucking christ —
his body
you were staring at a masterpiece of broad shoulders and lean muscle. his chest was a solid landscape of pecs and abs that looked like they were sculpted from marble, yet felt like burning silk.
seeing him bare was a total sensory overload. your eyes raked over the broad, expansive landscape of his shoulders, the muscles in his chest defining themselves with every heavy breath he took.
his biceps and forearms were mapped with faint, enticing veins that spoke of the strength in those hands you had craved for so long. a gold chain hung around his neck, catching the light as he stood there in nothing but his sweatpants.
he looked devastating — a lethal mix of sharp angles and soft heat that made your knees feel like water. your brain was a chaotic loop of him, him, him, wondering how you were supposed to survive the sheer, overwhelming reality of lee minho being this close, this bare, and this much yours.
minho didn't give you much time to admire him before he was lifting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. you let out a tiny gasp as he carried you into the bedroom, the moonlight filtering through the window and casting a silvery glow over everything. he laid you down gently on the bed, hovering over you.
"are you sure ?" he asked, his voice thick with a sudden, heavy affection. "i don't want to rush you — even if it's killing me."
"i've never been more sure of anything," you whispered, reaching up to pull his head down to yours.
the kiss this time was deeper. he began to explore you, his hands roaming over your curves as if he were trying to memorize you through his palms. he focused on your breasts, his thumbs rolling over the peaks through the lace until you were arching into him, a soft cry escaping your lips. the friction of his sweatpants against your legs made you aware of the growing bulge — the undeniable proof of how much he wanted you. you tried to grind against him, seeking some relief from the ache building between your thighs.
"patience, love," he murmured against your skin, echoing the words from the kitchen.
he reached down, his fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of your sweatpants. his knuckles grazed your hip bones — a touch so brief yet so searing it made your breath hitch in your throat. with a slow, agonizingly steady pull, he slid them down your legs. he didn't rush. he let the fabric pool at your ankles, leaving you standing there in nothing but that dark, chocolate lace.
the silence in the room was absolute, broken only by the frantic, uneven rhythm of your shared breathing. minho stayed on his knees for a second longer than necessary, his gaze traveling up the length of your legs until it settled on the matching lace set. his jaw physically tightened, his eyes darkening into a shade of black that felt like it was pulling you under.
the matching lingerie was a death blow. it wasn't just that you looked beautiful — it was the intent. the realization that you had curated this entire look, from the powder blue tease to the chocolate brown finale, specifically to dismantle his sanity. his throat bobbed as he let out a jagged, broken exhale, his forehead briefly dropping to the soft skin of your stomach as if he were seeking strength.
"you're trying to ruin me, aren't you ?" he rasped against your skin, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.
then he stood, his hands moving to the waistband of his gray sweatpants. his gaze never left yours, a silent challenge in his eyes as he pushed the fabric down. he stepped out of them with a fluid, lethal sort of grace that made your heart perform a violent somersault.
and god — your brain actually short-circuited.
it was the kind of body that belonged in a museum, yet here he was — standing in the center of your bedroom, stripped of his cool exterior, looking at you like you were the only thing in the universe that mattered. he looked dangerous. he looked perfect. he looked like the only person who could ever truly satisfy the ache you had been carrying for months.
he didn't give you a chance to recover from the sight of him. minho moved with a predatory, focused grace, bridging the final gap until his chest was inches from yours. the heat radiating from his bare skin was intoxicating, a physical force that made your head swim. he reached out, his hands sliding up your arms to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones with a tenderness that felt even more dangerous than his hunger.
"i've spent so long wondering what it would feel like to have you here," he murmured, his voice dropping into that dark, honeyed register. "to have you look at me like that."
before you could answer, he was lifting you, his hands hooking under your thighs with a strength that made you feel weightless. you let out a tiny, breathless gasp, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as you clung to his shoulders. he carried you those few steps to the bed, the movement fluid and driven by a singular, focused intent. as he laid you down onto the soft duvet, the moonlight caught the silver of his bracelets and the gold of the cross at his neck, making him look like a fever dream you never wanted to wake up from.
he hovered over you, bracing himself on his forearms, his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the world until there was nothing but him. he looked down at you, eyes roving over the chocolate lace and the way your hair was splayed across the pillow, and you could see the exact moment his last shred of restraint snapped.
"please minho — please, i need your fingers," you whimpered, your head tossing on the pillow as the ache between your thighs became unbearable.
"i've got you, my love" he whispered, his voice a low vibration that settled deep in your bones.
he moved your panties aside, his long, veined fingers finding the drenched, sopping heat of your center. he didn't rush in — he was a perfectionist, even now. he circled and teased, his thumb finding your clit and working it in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. you arched into his hand, a broken sound escaping your throat as he mapped the slick, sensitive folds of you.
then, with a slow, agonizingly deliberate push, he slid one finger inside. your walls clamped around him instantly, a desperate, pulsing welcome.
"so tight, fuck —" he hissed, his jaw tightening as he felt the sheer heat of you. he leaned down, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as his pace began to pick up. "can you take more, baby ?"
"yes yes — fuck — a-anything for you" you whimpered, his finger working literal magic into your pussy.
minho groaned at the sweet words falling from your lips. adding a second finger, he increased his pace as he began to pump his digits inside you. at the same time, he leaned down, sucking on your breast through the lace, his teeth grazing your nipples in a way that had you clenching around his hand. minho could sense that you were close, the tension winding tight until you were almost shaking. but just when you were about to shatter, you reached down and caught his wrist.
"w-wanna cum on your c-cock, min-minho" you panted, your voice a wreck.
minho let out a guttural groan, a reaction that sent a thrill through you. you reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom — the correct size, as you well knew from the lift incident. your hands were slightly shaky as you offered it to him.
"can you put it on for me, love ?" he asked, his eyes dark with a raw, emotional weight.
you sat on your knees, shyly rolling it onto his length as he watched with an intensity that made you feel exposed in the best way. when it was done, he kissed you deeply, his hands cupping your face.
minho’s hands stayed on your face for a heartbeat after the kiss, his thumbs brushing over your burning cheeks as if he were trying to memorize the texture of your skin. the room felt impossibly quiet, the only sound the heavy, ragged pull of his breath and the frantic drumming of your heart. you were still on your knees before him, looking up at the man who had been a mystery behind a wall for so long, and now, he was entirely, devastatingly yours.
his gaze dropped to where you were still holding him, his pupils so blown they nearly swallowed the brown of his eyes. the air was thick, charged with a tension that felt like it was about to snap. he looked like he was vibrating with the effort not to just take you right then and there — like he was waiting for you to lead the way into the final crash.
"c-can i r-ride you ? " you whispered, your voice a fractured, shy breath that seemed to vibrate in the small space between you.
the reaction was instantaneous. the way his pupils dilated until they were just dark, bottomless voids was all the answer you needed. a low, guttural sound erupted from his throat, somewhere between a groan and a prayer.
without a word, he sat back against the headboard, his movement fluid and feline. his broad shoulders were squared and his legs spread to make room for you. he didn't pull you closer — he just watched, his heavy, dark gaze an invitation to your throbbing core.
you moved, your knees trembling as you crawled over him, straddling his thick thighs. the friction of his skin against yours was electric. you reached down, your hand trembling as you held his cock, guiding him to the entrance he’d already spent so much time prepping. you gave him a few slow, tentative strokes, your eyes locking with his as you felt the sheer, hot weight of him. he let out a jagged exhale, his head dropping back against the wood as his knuckles turned white where he gripped the mattress.
then, you slowly sank down.
"ohmygod — min, fuck —" you whimpered, your head falling back as you felt him stretching you, filling every empty corner of you until there was no room left for anything but lee minho. "so fuckin big —"
he moved with a sudden, revitalized hunger, his hands sliding under your knees to pull you toward the very edge of the mattress. your heart was still hammering from the first peak, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps, but the sight of minho — eyes dark with a fresh wave of possessive need — had your blood humming all over again.
he readied the second condom with efficiency, his movements sharp and focused. then, he draped your legs over his broad shoulders. the position was vulnerable and incredibly intimate, exposing the drenched, swollen heat of you to the moonlight and his heavy gaze.
"let me do all the work — you enjoy, love," he murmured, his voice a low, honeyed rasp that made your toes curl.
he didn't rush the entry. he stayed there for a beat, his thumbs tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, before he slowly guided himself back inside. because you were already so sensitive, so wrecked from the first round, the feeling of him stretching you open again was borderline overwhelming.
"christ — min —" you hissed, your fingers clutching the sheets as he slid in, deep and slow, until he was buried to the hilt.
"i've got you, baby," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.
he started a steady, rhythmic thrust that was entirely different from the frantic pace of before. this was deep, calculated, and powerful. his biceps flexed and corded as he braced himself, his hands moving to your waist to anchor you as he drove into you. the slapping of skin meeting skin echoed in the quiet room, a raw, primal rhythm that matched the frantic beating of your heart.
the angle was devastating. with your legs on his shoulders, he was hitting a spot deep inside that had you seeing stars, your walls fluttering and clenching around him in a desperate, involuntary rhythm. you were a mess of whimpers and broken confessions, your head tossing on the pillow as he worked you with a fluid, lethal grace.
"you feel so good," he groaned, his voice breaking as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate. "sopping wet for me — just taking all of me."
the sheer intensity of him — the weight, the heat, the way he was looking at you like you were his entire world — finally broke the dam inside you.
you could slowly feel the tension building again, a sharp, electric coil in the pit of your stomach. you reached out, your hands finding the solid planes of his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as the world began to blur.
"minho... minho, i'm —" you gasped, your nails digging into his flexed biceps, leaving small, red crescents in his skin.
"i've been so in love with you — since the first time you played that song — since the kitchen — just you, it’s always been you."
the confession was the final blow to his restraint. minho let out a guttural roar, his head falling back as his thrusts became jagged and deep, seeking every inch of you.
"i know, baby, i know," he rasped, his voice wrecked with emotion. "i've had you under my skin for months — i've loved you since the day i moved in and heard you through that wall."
the world shattered into a thousand shards of light. you arched off the bed, a high, broken cry escaping you as your internal muscles squeezed him in a vice-grip. he followed you over the edge seconds later, his body shuddering with the force of it as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his final, deep pulses sealing the promise he’d been making all night.
the silence that followed was heavy and sweet, filled only with the sound of your shared, exhausted breathing. minho stayed between your legs for a long moment, his forehead resting against yours, before he gently pulled away to take care of the cleanup.
the aftercare was a soft, hazy blur of gentle touches and quiet words. he returned to the bed with a warm cloth, his touch incredibly tender as he wiped away the evidence of your night. he didn't just clean you; he worshipped you, dropping soft, lingering kisses on your inner thighs and the curve of your stomach.
"0801 and 0802," you murmured, your eyes heavy as you leaned your head back against his shoulder, breathing in the intoxicating scent of cedarwood and him. "the wall is finally gone."
finally, he pulled you into the center of the bed, tucking the heavy duvet around you both until you were a warm cocoon of limbs. he pulled you flush against his chest, your back to his front, his arm draped over your waist to hold you close.
"it was never really there, love," he replied, his voice a soft, protective rumble that vibrated through your back as he kissed the top of your head. "it was just waiting for us to find the door."
as sleep finally began to pull at you, you felt him tighten his grip just a fraction, a silent promise that he wasn't going anywhere. the game was over, the heat had been reached, and it wasn't bitter at all — it was the sweetest thing you'd ever tasted.
"goodnight, my baby," he whispered into the dark.
"goodnight, minho," you sighed, a sleepy, mischievous smile tugging at your lips. "and tell joonie he has a mom now —"
first of all—hot. minho is so namja. like we all know that man is strong. it’s not even a sleeper build. we can see all that through layers of clothing. the contrast between strong man and gentle lover is 🫦
but it’s over and i want to cry bc srsly, what a cute lil story. i love neighbors falling in love. and minho has been plaguing my mind recently.
a little smau with your bf bangchan who happens to haven't been home early this past few days because of their busy schedule, and what more better way to force him into going home early than to rile him up?
content warnings: suggestive stuffs, curse words, minor crash out, definitely MDNI because this is just chan being a loser and would want to cinstantly be under your skin if you say even just one thing.
⠀ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ RUMOURS ⠀────⠀(and what they can do for you) ° .
everyone in the industry knows about your messy on-and-off relationship with jungkook, constantly crawling back to one another in a cycle of breakups, silence, and an indestructible connection that nobody else understands. the two of you have gone on "break" and gone no contact for months now, even though it never works. when you're seen at the same party, rumours fly that you and jungkook are back together once again - only, neither of you deny the speculation. the two of you end disappearing into a private booth for the inevitable reunion, both physically and emotionally tangled up in something that never truly ends.
⋆.˚⠀⠀pairing: idol!jk x idol!reader
⋆.˚⠀⠀content/warnings: pwp (smut with a little plot) (unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, public sex, squirting), established on-and-off relationship, alcohol, dry humping, grinding on the dancefloor, toxic/possessive relationship vibes, 6.8k words
⋆.˚⠀⠀notes: hi y'all this is just a little one shot i wrote because i had writer's block lol if you squint this is 10000% the through the mist couple (ik ttm crumbs in 2026 is wild), but this still a standalone you don't need to know anything about that fic to have any context. enjoy!!!
jeon jungkook is not a man of a great temper, the kind that explodes all at once in a dazzling display of fireworks. it doesn’t crackle and pop into an anger that burst in front of your face. his anger simmers and it burns the longer it stirs, whilst enveloping the atmosphere in a dangerous humidity that chokes. it isn’t obvious to the untrained eye - especially amidst the crowded party and flashing lights - but to you, it’s crystal clear.
if you hadn’t broken up just months ago, you wouldn’t need to deny the way his intensity leaves you squeezing your thighs together.
“i’ll be right back,” you murmur to nayoung, who you were previously chatting with at the bar.
there’s little thought behind your actions, but a beating irritation that climbs into your veins when you see the girl cage him in. nobody should stand that close to him. not when you’re several feet away.
nayoung gives you a knowing look when you snatch your drink off the counter - absolutely no hesitation to leave.
she’s been your closest friend for years and so, she’s watched the way you’ve been forever tangled with jeon jungkook with arguably no end in sight. she knows exactly where you’re going and even worse, she knows that there’s no stopping you.
against your better judgment, you push your way through the crowd. the nightclub is closed down for the entire night for jackson’s private event and it’s practically crawling with the who’s who of the korean entertainment industry. it’s a smaller venue and the walls are prone to closing in on you if you aren’t familiar with navigating through the mass. you, however, have been here many times - often with the man in your vision. you’re used to the artificially flavoured clouds that stick to your clothes and the multicoloured lasers hazing your vision.
a few people get out of your way when they see the destination of your walk charged with intention because everyone knows who you’re about to speak to.
they know not to get in your way when it comes to him.
because everyone in the room knows what the two of you are.
the alcohol moves your limbs for you, but you were always going to somehow end up at his side. that’s just how it goes. the beat of the speakers echo each of your careful steps, as you approach with straightened shoulders and an air of confidence that only years being with him have afforded you.
he looks good. he always does, but something about the irritated look in his eye paint such a sexy aura of fierceness. his fist is clenched around his whiskey on the rocks and you watch the way his chest rises with each heavy breath, as the girl in front of him tries to side step into his personal space for the second time. every inhale, you can see the way his muscles tighten against the buttons of his shirt and you can imagine the hard planes underneath your palms. it’s not just the way his black silk shirt is rolled up his forearms and the way his slacks accentuate his muscular thighs.
jungkook’s eyes meet yours like he was looking for them, even though he has no clue that you’re even here. it’s a natural draw, an instinct buried underneath his skin to find you.
the bass booms in your chest, almost like a warning with the way it grows stronger with each step towards him. lights flicker and shine, but your line of sight doesn’t falter. you know exactly where you’re going and nothing will stand in your way. perfume, sweat and smoke curl around you and to your flesh, leaving you with a scrunched up nose.
the girl in front of him still hasn’t gotten the hint. she’s pretty - all legs and fluttering eyelashes. maybe jungkook would go for her in another circumstance, but he’s already nearing his limit with her persistence and with you noticeably approaching, she doesn’t stand a chance.
jungkook says your name, sweet on his tongue, and she whips around to see you, eyes wide.
“you’re supposed to be on tour.”
it’s not like you’re trying to keep tabs on him - you’ve actually been trying your best to push him out of your brain space since your last argument - but all you know is that he’s definitely supposed to be out of the country. you say these words like an accusation, even though jungkook technically owes you nothing.
you aren’t together.
but, the way jungkook holds your stare, it’s as if two puzzle pieces have clicked together like they were always meant to be one.
his lips twitch, as if a smirk dares to turn at the corner, but he fights it. “we have a four day break. our next concert is in osaka.”
he doesn’t explain himself as if he’s caught red handed doing something he shouldn’t be, but it’s a slow drawl that is comfortable. like he’s been waiting to see your pursed lips and clenched jaw.
jungkook’s eyes crawl along your frame from head to toe, from your pretty golden heels to the little black dress that dips just low enough for your cleavage to peak out and your newly dyed blonde hair. you protested against it when you company revealed their plans for your comeback hair, but he seems to be unable to stop staring at it.
he takes his time, too, and heat practically radiates off his gaze. you feel the linger of his appetite warming your skin. his eyes don’t leave yours once. it’s a reunion that feels heavy. not in an anxiety-inducing, breath holding way, but the kind that is careful. too careful, waiting on something to snap any moment now.
the conversation is already charged from the first word - like the air is thick enough to be molasses. the girl’s hand is somehow still on jungkook’s shoulder, but she retracts it quickly when you look at her instead of answering jungkook. it’s almost as if she shrivels down in size from the weight of your glare.
“scram.”
and she does. the girl leaves nearly instantly at your one word, even abandoning her drink in the wake.
jungkook’s shoulders visibly relax and he leans back on the wall, arms folded across his chest when he does so. you can tell that he’s pleased with your quick attitude, even maybe amused with it.
he’s still staring at you and it burns into your flesh. the half smirk is still pressed on his lips. he’s always liked it when you showed a bit of a possessive side, especially when you aren’t supposed to be together right now.
in a room so loud - booming with music and laughter - there’s just silence between the two of you.
you haven’t seen him in almost two months. it’s the longest that you’ve been on a “break” - or whatever this is. you can tell that neither of you are done with each other, not with the way your fingers itch to grab him by the shirt or the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips at the sight of you.
the two of you are never really done.
you don’t know if it’s possible for you and jungkook to ever be done.
jungkook curls a finger towards you, slow and mocking. you send him a glare and he doesn’t move. so, you step towards him, close enough to actually have a conversation amidst the noise of the nightclub, and his scent instantly fills your sense. you smell the intoxicating musk of his cologne, the cigarettes that he smoked earlier, and the whiskey on his breath.
there’s static between your bodies, a buzz that nearly has you falling.
he finally speaks. “didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” he says gruffly, finally letting that smirk come through.
without a doubt, jungkook is lying. you always show up for this party every year. so does he. at least you walked in here with the weight of knowing who you would be running into.
you point a manicured finger at his chest, dragging it down the fabric and feel his breath hitch, even just for a second.
“yes, you did,” you accuse, not backing down against the intensity of his eyes. you look up at him with a certain tense defiance.
you don’t notice it right away, but both you and jungkook begin in lean in towards each other. it’s unconscious and feels right. you hate that.
“why’d you come over here?” jungkook asks, voice low.
he’s inches away from you now. you think you could crumble if it weren’t for the liquor in your system.
you roll your eyes and stick your thumb in the direction of where that girl scurried off to. “was just trying to save your ass. you blow a fuse and it’s fuel for miss thing over there to a submit a blind item about you being a dick.”
jungkook snorts, obviously not believing a word. his company protected him well and he never had anything to worry about. you of all people know this, from the amount of dispatch articles attached to his name and yours that have gone unpublished. he’s a lot of things, but he’s always shielded you from that stuff in your world.
his eyes bear into yours, trying to coax any further argument from you and when you remain silent, he places a hand on your hip. it’s hot and burns through the fabric of your flimsy dress.
of course, you don’t move.
he comes even closer, if that’s possible, and his breath tickles your ear. “it’s cute.”
“the fuck is cute?”
“the way you act like you don’t care,” jungkook answers simply and he doesn’t miss the way your muscles stiffen at his actions.
it feels like the entire room is trying to not stare at the two of you in the corner of the dancefloor. you should be there with your friends, drinking and laughing with them. instead, you’ve willingly crossed the venue with fire in your tracks just to go up to your. . .ex? you don’t think you can call jungkook that. it’s complicated and it seems like it will always be.
they all know. your relationship is one of the best kept secrets in the industry and maybe that’s why that girl didn’t hesitate to get the hell out of there as soon as she saw the look on your face. in a way, it’s a wash of relief and you hate admitting that.
you hate admitting that you, in fact, want everyone to know.
you try your best to hold your glare, but it’s difficult. jungkook chuckles and pulls away, but his hand remains on your hip. you watch him talk a long sip from his drink, watching the way his adam’s apple bobs and the way his eyes never leave yours.
“you look good.” jungkook speaks again and his statement runs shivers down your spine because he means it. the way he can’t stop looking at you, touching you. he feels it, too - arguments be damned. “been busy, huh?”
“something like that,” you answer and you keep it short. you have been busy. part of the reason why you think you’ve been so successful at keeping jungkook away isn’t just the fact that’s been out of the country, but the way your company is working you to the bone for the preparation of your new album.
despite your reply, jungkook is visibly distracted. it’s like he’s not even listening to you. his other hand finds your hip as well and he tugs you towards him.
you nearly stumble, steadying yourself with a hand on his chest. his chuckle is dark when you find yourself in a compromising situation, pressed up so closely against him.
“thanks, baby."
it’s unclear if he’s thanking you for warding that girl from earlier away or if he’s thanking you for being the one to cross the invisible line first.
someone calls your name from the other side of the bar, one of your friends. you both curse and thank the air, unsure of what would happen next if you two stayed like that.
then, like nothing, he lets go. you do the same, surprised at how you avoid stumbling when you step back.
the interaction not only leaves you dazed, but angry. to make matters worse, everywhere you go for the rest of the night, everyone asks you about jungkook. it’s hard not to notice when it’s the two of you. it seems like those around you are convinced that you’ve gotten back together - yet, neither of you correct them.
it doesn’t take long for news to spread. someone spoke to someone who saw you shooing that girl away from jungkook. someone else noticed the two of you conversing in the moments that followed. even with the drinks that enter your system, you’re hyper aware of the looks you’re being given. the feeling crawls underneath your skin, but for some reason, you’re not bothered.
you may even thrive on it.
closer to the second hour of the party, you’re on the dancefloor with your sunglasses perched on your nose. even with the dimmed surroundings, you keep them on and you notice the double takes quickly. your friends dance around you and you move your body to the beat of the music, but you’re focused on one thing. hiding behind the shades allows you to watch jungkook on the other side of the nightclub.
he’s with eunwoo and yugyeom at the bar, head tilted back as he laughs at something the boys joke about.
“so, you guys are back together.”
jungkook doesn’t even flinch at the question. his two friends are staring at him with puzzled expressions, as he waves the bartender over for another round.
“oh, are we?” jungkook lazily chuckles, not offering anything more than that.
the worst part is that his friends can’t even tell what the truth is. keeping up with his relationship with you is like whiplash. jungkook doesn’t play about you either, so his boys know not to prod or comment too much into it.
even when you guys aren’t “together,” jungkook makes it known that nobody gets to speak about you a certain way.
he even likes it a little, knowing that everyone is talking about the two of you. everyone is assuming that you’re back together and jungkook, being the possessive bastard he is, doesn’t correct them once.
the nightclub is hot and full of life, growing only busier as the hours go on. amidst a daze of bright strobes and pulsating walls. when jungkook looks up, he spots you instantly on the dancefloor. it’s always been a bit of an uncanny talent of his, the way he’s able to find you in a crowded room instantly. you have your sunglasses on, sipping on a drink, and even then, he just knows that you’re staring at him.
fuck, you look good.
he watches you wrap your pretty lips around your straw, swaying to the music in that sinfully tight dress. the sight rallies something in his chest, remembering the last time he was able to taste you. he can’t even remember what that last argument was even about, not when you’re sitting there looking like an angel. jungkook especially loves the bored demeanour you put on, the way you don’t spare anyone a glance.
you turn your head all of a sudden and his suspicions are confirmed - you were just watching him. a grin spreads across jungkook’s face, as he quickly downs the next shot and claps his friends on the back.
“i’ll be back,” jungkook suddenly announces, not even looking back. “. . . or not.”
he doesn’t hear much of what they say, only some whoops that indicate that they know exactly where he’s going. he can’t hold back much longer.
you know he’s there before he even has to announce himself.
your friends’ movements falter for just a split second, but enough for you to notice. before you can say anything, you feel a presence looming behind you and a whiff of jungkook’s cologne. without thinking, you back into his body and his hands fly to your waist.
at this point, your heart is beating like an army marching.
“we’re gonna go back for some more drinks,” nayoung suddenly yells over the music, offering to take your glass.
you hand it over and like the wind, they’re gone.
when the girls leave, jungkook pulls you even closer to his chest amidst the frantic atmosphere of the club. the crowd even tightens around the two of you, providing you little breathing room. you’re pressed up all the way against him and your arm snakes up, as you place your hand around the back of jungkook’s head.
it’s too natural, the way you two wordlessly begin swaying with one another and melting into one. nothing needed to be said at all.
he leans close to your ear, breath tickling in a low voice.
“did i wait too long to come over this time?” jungkook asks, almost mockingly. like he knows that the two of you were going to end up like this, entwined as one, no matter how the night was going to go.
you swallow hard, your usual confidence trembling for the first time under the sensual lax in his voice.
“no clue what you’re talking about,” you reply back, even though you both know better.
his arms are so strong around your body, now circling around your torso. with a gasp, you unconsciously push your ass against him, too familiar with this position. jungkook groans, the vibration rumbling in his chest when he feels you press into him. the two of you continue to grind against one another to the thrumming beat of the music, slow and unhurried.
you dance against one another like you’re the only ones in the room, getting lost in the touch of your bodies and the heat radiating off of it. jungkook grips your hips tigher, guiding the way your ass moves in against his already half hard dick. your body is under some sort of spell, raking your nails against jungkook’s skin lightly - just enough to make him feel it, but not leave marks.
yet.
he spins you around and you bite back another undignified sound, as you steady yourself by grabbing his muscular arms. when you look up through your eyelashes, lids heavy, his eyes are darkened and you know that look all too well.
“this isn’t right,” you mutter, as if you’re doing anything to stop him.
he chuckles without regret, leaning into your ear once again. you take a sharp inhale of air when his teeth graze the outer shell, like he’s personally testing you.
“when has that ever stopped us?”
jungkook’s hands slide down, shamelessly pulling you even closer by the ass. you obey without any objection, now closer than ever against his body.
the two of you aren’t supposed to be doing this. the last time you saw each other, you screamed at one another and you told jungkook you never wanted to see him again.
but, of course, that’s what happened the last time, too. and the time before that. only to end up crawling right back to each other, seeking the same familiar passion and heat.
you and jungkook have always belonged to one another. maybe you always will.
“you know where you belong,” you hum and he doesn’t argue once. he even groans at your words.
jungkook replies without hesitation. “nobody fucking does it like you, sweetheart.” his voice is rough, as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
you can feel stares burning into your skin, but none of that matters.
the song changes to a sensual r&b track, only egging jungkook on further. your movements are leisured - despite your initial words, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. you both match the slow drum of the song, as you squeeze your eyes shut and let yourself feel nothing but his hands on you. the air in the room has somehow gotten blistering, like a fever has fallen on you and you’re all but dissolving into jungkook’s burning hunger. each small movement to the music is too in sync, like you’re one.
your head tilts back slightly and jungkook takes the opportunity to bury his face into the crook of your neck. you whine, feeling the way he teases you - nipping at the sweat-slicked flesh and running a filthy line up to your jaw with his tongue.
you grab a fistful of his shirt, trying to steady your breath. instead, you end up accidentally pressing your tits into his chest and jungkook growls into your skin. his grip on your hips have become steel.
he leans back into your ear with a demand more than a question. “i think that’s enough, don’t you.” jungkook rasps out and you can tell that he’s also struggling.
hearing the pure need in his voice boosts your ego and you’re not afraid to admit it. you smirk, pulling back - only to grab jungkook by the chin and bring him just inches away from your lips. he doesn’t lurch forward, completely under your control. he won’t move unless you give him permission, eyes pleading for your word.
it’s almost pathetic. he towers over you, holding your body like a lifeline, and he’s still waiting for your approval.
you smirk wider. “beg.” is all you say and all you have to say. jungkook folds near instantly when you use that tone on him.
“please, baby.”
as you suspected, that’s all it takes.
there aren’t too many people lounging around in the semi-private booth and all of his friends clear out when jungkook barks at them to go dance or something. the plush, red velvet couches hide behind silk drapes, usually pulled partially closed for some privacy. he drags you to the second floor of the club where these booths are, hand gripped tight around your wrist when he does so. you’ve always liked it when jungkook takes the lead like this, almost providing no room for you to quip your usual sarcastic remarks - not when he has that look in his eye.
“you guys can come back later,” jungkook gruffly says, leaving no room for argument.
they aren’t even surprised when they notice you standing behind jungkook, as he still holds onto you. maybe it’s true - everyone tonight spread the news of seeing you and jungkook near one another and began telling anyone who will listen that you’re back together.
you even give a little lazy wave as they leave, amusing his friends.
when it’s just the two of you now, jungkook yanks you into the confines of the booth. he tugs at the curtains, causing them to fly close and making sure that the message is clear: the two of you are not to be bothered.
you make yourself comfortable when he does so, crossing your leg over the other. there’s so many bottles laid out in the table before you and when you grab a glass and the azul, jungkook suddenly stops you by saying your name.
“nah,” he says, sauntering over to you.
you raise an eyebrow, as he takes the tequila from you. then, he grabs your jaw softly and you know what he wants you to do.
“open up, baby.”
with a smouldering gaze, jungkook watches you open your mouth wide - those glossy lips looking so plush and soft. you don’t break eye contact with jungkook either, waiting like a good girl for his next move.
you tilt your head back and he pours the liquor straight into your mouth. you swallow it all, eyes still fixed on him when you do so. the alcohol burns down your throat and the warmth spreads throughout your body, igniting something in your stomach. it lingers in your cheeks and your eyelashes flutter when he stops.
a drop of tequila is missed - maybe even deliberately on his part - trailing down your chin and to your neck.
jungkook doesn’t hesitate. he sits down on the couch next to you and heaves you onto his lap, straddling him. your dress has ridden up, the lace of your black panties exposed to the cool air and he squeezes the flesh just underneath it. you moan at the sudden movement, even louder when he sucks at the column of your throat and licks at the tequila sticking to your skin.
“fuck, i missed this.” the words fall out of your mouth before either you or your pride could stop yourself.
he makes his way up with his hot tongue, sucking lightly into the flesh and tasting the alcohol combined with the saltiness of your skin. your legs, now perched on either side of his thighs, tremble from the sensation. his clothed erection is more prominent now that your core hovers just above the tent, until you finally lower yourself. when your bodies connect, you both let out a groan.
“been waiting to touch you again for so long,” he admits, teeth gritted together.
jungkook holds your smaller frame against his strong body and he’s always loved the way he completely envelopes you. his thick thighs that you ride until you’re seeing stars, his huge hands wrapped around your throat, the way his arm completely cradles you in a headlock when he fucks you from behind.
“want you to fuck me until i forget my own name -”
at this point, he can’t hold back any longer.
jungkook withdraws his mouth only to press it against yours in a bruising kiss. your lips connect and the crackling sensation leaves you more lightheaded than the liquor did - it’s sloppy, angry, and almost feels like a fight. each time jungkook sucks on your tongue, you reward him with a roll of your hips against his cock.
it’s a messy kiss, a disgusting one. you run your tongue over his lip ring and teasingly bring it in between your teeth, tugging slightly. when you do that, a string of saliva connects your lips with his and you both moan at the sight, until he captures your lips all over again.
by the time you pull away again, your lips are swollen and your gloss is all over jungkook’s reddened mouth. both of your mouths just ghost over each other, the shared air dizzying and tense as you’re so close, yet not touching.
“ - gonna fuck you until you only know my name,” jungkook pants, as your hand fly to unbutton his shirt.
you make quick work of it, as he hikes your dress up even further. a harsh slap falls on your ass and you jerk up slightly with a moan, only worsening the damp spot in your panties. when you straighten up, jungkook attaches his lips to the valley of your breasts, tugging the material of your dress down when he does so.
“god, you’re an angel,” he growls against your skin. you’re too fucking beautiful and he never fails to fall under your spell, like some sort of witchcraft. you hold a certain power over him and you both know it, the way jungkook has always been utterly mesmerized by you.
your tits fall out of the top and he finds one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the bud. he’s obsessed with them, the other one is cupped by his hands, pinching the sensitive area until you’re left writhing in his lap.
“koo - god, suck hard like that again -” you squeak, back arching into his touch.
he grazes his teeth around the bud, causing you to squirm even more, and he has to release your tit with an obscene pop. the smear of his saliva sticks to your puffy skin.
“- fuck, quit moving like that,” jungkook shakily warns, suddenly clutching your hips and stopping you from moving. “gonna make me cum in my pants, swear to god.”
you grin wickedly, but your triumph doesn’t last long. jungkook brings two of his fingers into his mouth and widens his thighs so that your legs open up for him. at this point, your dress is bunched up all the way to your waist and your stockings have ripped.
“p-please,” you whisper, the desire unwavering in your pleading. all of your walls crumble when he has you in this position, as you remember to finish unbuttoning his shirt.
you pull away at his dress shirt, exposing his bare chest. the sight leaves you clenching around nothing - the way the bass of the speakers still vibrate on the walls and the chatter of the party guests drift into the semi-private booth. you’re only barely separated away from the rest of the club, that flimsy curtain doing little when you’re spread out nice and pretty for jungkook on this couch.
“god, that’s my slut,” he croons, his fingers now grazing the sopping fabric over your folds. “looking like such a mess - you’re gonna let me fuck you here, when anyone can walk in?”
he’s always known how to set you off. he looks at you like he knows it, too - an searing frenzy at the surface.
“i need it - ah - always needed it,” you gasp aloud, trying to grind your pussy into his hand.
“bet you’d let me fuck you anywhere,” he says darkly and you can’t even disagree.
jungkook clenches his jaw, hard. he could devour this sight. you do look like a mess. your dress is barely on anymore, just some fabric around your waist when your entire ass is out and he lazily draws circles on your exposed nipples. you’re holding onto him for dear life, but jungkook is no better.
his chest rises with uneven breaths, his dress shirt open all the way to reveal his sculpted muscles and the trace of his abs. his cock strains painfully against his pants and although his strong thighs balance your body on top of him, he’s a second away from losing control.
which, he does.
you both hear the tear of the fabric when jungkook roughly rips your panties off of you - just the way you like it. he’s always had this habit and kisses you on the forehead after it’s all said and done, promising to buy you five new pairs. he does it without warning and without breaking eye contact, slipping it into his damn pocket when he’s done.
“oh my god,” you whimpers, finally feeling him.
he drags two fingers past your walls, just easing them in to see how ready you are. a smirk appears on his lips when he feels how soaked you are.
jungkook licks his lips. “that’s what i fuckin’ thought,” he breathes, feeling your heat. “so tight - you sure you want my cock?”
you don’t answer with words, especially not with the way he’s moving so damn slowly. you try to sink deeper down onto his fingers, but jungkook makes sure to pull a little bit away. so, instead, you begin unbuckling his belt.
he doesn’t protest and shifts you off his lap, just enough to pull down both his pants and briefs. his thick cock springs free, slapping the underside of his exposed stomach. a bead of precum is visible on his angry, red tip and you wrap your pretty hand around the length. you only get a few strokes in, about to lean down, before jungkook suddenly stops you.
“want you now,” he grunts, placing you back on his lap. “i’ll get that pretty little mouth next time.”
next time. you don’t even protest because even though this is supposed to be a “break,” you both know that it’s about to end. neither of you can resist the mangetism that’s brought you together. this always happens and usually ends like this - with jungkook fucking your brains out, no matter where you are.
you sigh at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your pussy, just on the outside. you smear your slick arousal all over, teasing slightly.
jungkook isn’t impressed. he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging hard enough for you to hiss and for tears to appear at your eyes. the worst part is that he feels you clenching on the length of his cock when he does so.
“what did i say?”
“you want me now,” you breathe heavily, biting your swollen lip.
he hums in approval, especially when you finally line yourself up with the tip of his cock.
“this what you wanted?” you ask, eyes open and he can see that there’s nothing but sinful desire swirling in them. you’re a goner for him and he’s gone for you, too.
jungkook nods wordlessly and you finally sink down onto his throbbing cock, inch by inch. he gasps at the feeling of your tight walls, swallowing him whole.
“fuck,” he mutters. “two. fucking. months -”
and it’s two months too long. neither of you could even defend such time apart, not when jungkook is so close to burying himself to the hilt. your walls flutter around his thickness and the stretch leaves your legs trembling.
“- too long,” you whimper, finally taking his cock all the way.
the both of you gasp at the same time, when jungkook bottoms out. you have to still for a moment and jungkook knows the drill, letting you get comfortable first.
then, you move.
you move slowly at first, your breasts bouncing with each careful motion. jungkook grinds his teeth together, as one hand find your waist again and help you guide your movements. the other moves to your clit, thumb lazily rubbing circles into it and you moan jungkook’s name when he does so, feeling the way you loosen with each wave of arousal it sends to your bloodstreams.
“nobody makes me feel this good,” you breathe huskily into his ear as you bounce on his cock, setting a rhythm.
“yeah?” jungkook grunts, the words taking over his body as he snaps his hips up harshly.
you cry out, letting jungkook fuck into you like that. he takes control, gripping you tight as he slams his cock into your pussy. you hold onto his shoulder, looking down to watch the way his thickness disappears into your wet heat.
“y-yeah, you’re so deep -” you squeak raggedly, his cock making you feel so full. “filling me up, oh god.”
“how the hell are you this wet and still so tight -” jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed as he loses himself in the sweet slick of your cunt. “- messy girl.”
he knows just how to drive into you, moving your legs and angling them just right until he slams into the spot he’s looking for. he doesn’t give a damn that they’re just inside a booth, on some couches that don’t belong to you. you mewl as his cock finds your g-spot, as you uncontrollably gush all over. the wetness coats his pants that aren’t even fully off, the velvet of the couch, and on your own legs.
“more, oh, you make me feel so good,” you choke on your own moans, tears prickling at your eyes again.
feeling a knot in your stomach form, you dig your nails into his chest, surely hard enough to leave crescent moon shaped imprints into his skin, but it only spurs jungkook on.
“yeah?” he breathes out. “bet you tried to move on with some losers that couldn’t fuck you like this.”
“g-god, they weren’t even close to you,” you admit heatedly, a shiver running up your spine.
it’s not a secret that either of you go and try to find new people when you’re on these “breaks,” but it’s clear that none of that ever matters. not when you end up bouncing on jungkook’s cock one way or another.
your confession makes jungkook pound into you harder and you’re so close now. he grabs you by the hair again, pulling you in for a searing kiss. you only let go when you breathlessly gasp into his lips after you feel his thumb circling your clit again.
he suddenly lifts you off his lap and you’re about to whine at the loss of his cock stuffing you full, until he bends you over so that your hands and knees are on the couch. you arch your back perfectly, ass wiggling in the air as he slams into you again in one fluid motion.
“jungkook - koo, i need you to -”
“- i know, baby,” he coos, reading your mind and wrapping his other hand around your throat. “take it like a good girl.”
you moan loud, not caring if people walking past the booth can clearly make out what the two of you are doing. the new angle is even deeper and you’re so damn close. he harsly lands a slap on your ass, gritting his teeth when the fat of it jiggles.
the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills your ears, as he continues muttering filthy things into your ear.
“every girl i fucked,” jungkook is panting as he also feels his release near. “i always imagined it was you underneath me.”
shit.
you’re babbling jungkook’s name now, completely drunk on his cock, and teetering over the edge.
he continues, voice full of nothing but lust. “couldn’t even cum unless i imagined it was these perfect tits -” jungkook pinches one of your nipples. “ - that it was your tight little body bent over, that it was your pretty mouth i was fucking - god, you’re mine.”
with those last words, you see fucking stars. your climax washes over you like a tidal wave, completely shattering your vision. you cum with a shout, nearly collapsing, but jungkook holds your body up as he pounds into you. your eyes are screwed shut as you continue sputtering jungkook’s name, your legs going weak, but you still meet his pace.
“ - yeah, keep throwing that ass back like that, i’m gonna -” he trembles, his rhythm turning frantic and uneven.
“please, i need you to fill me up so bad, i need it, i need it -” your begging words are filthy and you’re completely dazed, your walls still clenching and fluttering around jungkook.
he can’t last long. his hand moves from your throat to your hair, roughly tugging you backwards until you turn your head for a messy kiss, muffling jungkook’s cry as he spills deep into you with one last sharp thrust.
you feel the warm release fucked deep inside you, as you milk him completely. both of your movements slowly falter, as you catch your breath and come back to earth.
neither of you say anything - you never have to. jungkook kisses your spine like he always used to and just like that, everything is back to normal.
whatever your “normal” is. all you know is that jungkook isn’t going anywhere and neither are you, at least not any time soon. that’s how it goes.
he slowly pulls out and you whimper at the loss of contact. you’re about to stand up, but jungkook places his hand at the small of your back, arching you again just so that he can spread your ass cheeks and watch his release drip down your puffy folds.
“my favourite sight in the world,” he mutters and before you can respond, he’s buried in his face into your pussy from behind.
you bite back a whimper as jungkook cleans up his cum with his tongue. the mix of your releases is like candy on his mouth. you both know that you need to get the hell out of the booth, though, as much as you would love to grind your pussy on his face longer.
when he pulls away and you straighten up, you both look a mess. his hair sticks up in every direction possible, shirt wrinkled and like you, his lips are reddened. your makeup is ruined and you have marks all over your body. once the two of you open up these curtains, even with the darkened atmosphere of the club, everyone can tell what the two of you were up to.
but, that’s not what matters to you right now.
what matters is the way jungkook zips your dress right back up for you, touch gentle. the way you button his shirt back up for him. there’s a silent understanding of what’s happened here - an understanding of that pathetic pull that you two have on one another.
“guess we made the rumours come true,” you mutter, pouring the both of you another drink for good measure before you step out.
jungkook chuckles lowly, his arm snaking around your waist. “i really did miss you,” he murmurs.
“missed you, too. always.”
after taking a shot, you feel enough courage to tear away the curtain. the two of you step back into the party without a single care in the world, not when your hands are intertwined. the boom of the music greets you once again, as you drag jungkook back into the crowd of the club under vibrant lights and the daze of the night. when you do, you realize that there’s something silver gleaming under the lights - his matching bracelet for you. your own is stacked in between other bangles and chain on your wrist, but it’s still neither.
of course, you both knew that you’d end up here again. that’s how it always goes.
juju…you have captivated me once again. okay so the smut was amazing. i’m literally breathing hard over it. filth. i love it. like i can smell and hear it all tbh.
but the yearning and the desire and the love—which was not directly stated, but cmon…“you’re mine”…that man’s in love. and the bracelets??? 😭 give me a breakkkk
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