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-A man who yearns is a man who earns-

sub!Hyunjin x dom!reader

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Contains: shameless filth with multiple rounds(sex bender I dare say), freaks falling in love with each other's freakiness, pent-up illustrator/artist unistudent!hyunjin who is kinda shy/bit of a loser and equally as pent up TA!reader

Names used, positions and kinks: baby(for both), ma'am(for reader), pretty girl(for reader), sweetheart(for him), slight choking, tear licking, cowgirl, missionary, ass up face down, dry humping, make out, flirting, dirty talk

Wc: 7.3k

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It wasn't your fault; his lips looked like the sin of lust come alive. It wasn't your fault you both frequented the same bar, either. And it most definitely wasn't your fault that he was a grade A munch. 

At least that's what you told yourself when, for the third time that week(it was Wednesday), Hyunjin texted you asking to see you. He was distracted and aching. Pervert.

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But a bit from the beginning of it all:

The first time you slept together was an accident and an indulgence in both your stupidly human desires. 

It was about a month into the new academic year, and it was your first time teaching Hyunjin’s class. Having had only a couple of lectures with them, you didn’t remember all their faces, let alone each of their names; there were more than 80 people, for fuck’s sake, plus Hyunjin wasn't from the goody two-shoes types that sat in the front row for you to remember his face. He sat a little further back, always observing you, silently. 

So when your eyes passed over the neighbouring table when you were at a bar with your friends, you didn’t pay any mind to the man whose eyes were digging into the ground since the second he saw you walk in. You didn’t know who he was, but he sure as hell knew you.

It was a Friday night after his table of friends, and yours seemed to merge as the night went on inside a bar that you had been going to for years now. And it seemed like he had also taken a liking to it after moving into the city for university.

You didn’t notice him at first.

Which, in hindsight, might’ve saved you a lot of trouble if it had stayed that way.

He noticed you, though. That much was obvious later—painfully obvious, in the way everything about him tended to be once you knew where to look.

It started small.

A glance that lingered too long. Then disappeared the second you even shifted slightly toward him. The kind of thing you almost miss if you’re not paying attention—but once you are, it becomes impossible to ignore.

You caught it by accident.

Halfway through a conversation, your eyes flicked past his table—and there he was, already looking at you. Not casually. Not in that effortless, confident way some people do.

No—he looked like he’d been staring. And the second your eyes met, he froze. Actually froze. His posture stiffened, his fingers tightening around his glass like he didn’t know what to do with them anymore. His gaze dropped so fast it was almost impressive, like he’d been burned.

You blinked.

Huh.

Pretty, your brain supplied a second later, unhelpfully. Pretty in a way that didn’t match the rest of him—the awkwardness, the way he seemed slightly out of place in his own body, like he hadn’t quite figured out where to put his limbs.

And then, like he felt you still looking, he glanced back up. Just for a second.

Long enough to confirm that, yes—he had been staring.

And yes—he was doing it again.

You didn’t look away this time.

That was your first mistake.

—

The tables merging wasn’t planned either. It just… happened. Someone dragged over a chair, someone else shifted, drinks were shared, names were exchanged too quickly to remember. The kind of messy social overlap that always happens when the night stretches long enough, and the music gets just loud enough to excuse proximity.  

And suddenly, he was closer.

Not next to you. Not yet.

But close enough that you could see the way he kept glancing over—and then immediately pretending he wasn’t.

It was almost… endearing.

Almost.

“What’s your name?”

You didn’t even realize you’d spoken until he startled. Actually startled.

His head snapped toward you, eyes wide for half a second before something like panic flickered across his face.

“Oh—uh—” His voice caught. You raised a brow.

He swallowed, visibly collecting himself. “Hyunjin.”

He said it like he wasn’t sure it was the right answer.

You repeated it, slower. Testing it. His ears turned red. Not a little. A lot.

“…yeah,” he said quietly, like he didn’t trust his voice to do much more than that. You leaned back slightly, studying him now without pretending otherwise.

“Relax,” you said. “I’m not interrogating you.”

“I’m relaxed,” he replied immediately. He was not relaxed.

His grip on his glass said otherwise. So did the way his shoulders were slightly hunched, like he was trying to make himself smaller even though he very much wasn’t. You hummed. “Sure.”

—

He didn’t flirt. That was the thing. Or—if he did, it wasn’t intentional.

There were no smooth lines. No teasing confidence. No practiced charm.

Instead, there was this constant, quiet attention. He listened too closely. Watched too carefully and reacted a second too late sometimes, like he was processing everything you said twice before responding.

And when you spoke directly to him?

It was worse. He’d look at you—really look—and then immediately seem like he regretted it. Like he didn’t know what to do with the fact that you were looking back.

“You’re quiet,” you pointed out at some point.

“Sorry.”

You snorted. “That wasn’t a complaint.”

“Oh.” He paused. “Okay.” And then he went right back to being quiet.

You stared at him for a second.

“Do you come here often?” he surprisingly spoke again.

You snorted before you could stop yourself. “That’s the worst line I’ve ever heard.”

“I know.” His voice was softer up close. Low, a little rough around the edges, like he didn’t use it properly.

“I’ve been a regular for years, actually,” you let out smoothly, curious as to where he’s going to take it. 

“It may be a bad line, but you answered,” he said so so quietly, blushed at his own attempt at flirting(yes- this was him trying to flirt). Oh, so he can be sassy? You thought to yourself.

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He ended up next to you without either of you acknowledging it.

One moment, there was space. The next, there wasn’t.

His knee brushed yours under the table. And immediately jerked away. “Sorry—”

“It’s fine.” you said smoothly. He hesitated. Then, slowly, like he was testing something, his knee drifted back. Barely touching. Like he was giving you every opportunity to pull away.

You didn’t. That was your second mistake.

—

You started noticing things. The way his fingers fidgeted when he wasn’t holding something. The way he kept licking his lips without realizing it. The way he’d open his mouth like he was about to say something—and then stop himself. And the staring. God, the staring.

“You do that a lot,” you said suddenly.

He tensed. “Do what?”

“Look at me like that.”

His entire body went still.

“I—don’t—”

“You do.”

You tilted your head slightly, watching him squirm under the attention.

“Why?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. His throat moved when he swallowed.

“I just—” he started, then stopped again, visibly flustered. “I wasn’t—trying to—”

“That’s not what I asked.”

That made it worse.

His ears were fully red now. His gaze dropped to the table, like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

“I just think you’re—” He cut himself off.

You waited.

He didn’t finish.

“…what?” you prompted.

He shook his head quickly. “Nothing.”

You leaned in slightly.

“Hyunjin.”

That got his attention. He looked at you like he didn’t have a choice.

“Yes?”

There it was again—that soft, immediate response. Like he was tuned to you in a way he couldn’t turn off. You held his gaze for a second longer than necessary.

“You’re bad at this.”

“…I know.”

No hesitation. No ego. Just quiet, honest defeat.

And for some reason— that was worse.

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The first time you touched him on purpose, he stopped breathing. You didn’t even do anything. Just reached over to take his glass when he’d set it down too close to the edge.

Your fingers brushed his. That was it.

But he reacted like you’d done something much bigger. His shoulders tensed. His inhale hitched—sharp, audible if you were close enough (you were). You paused.

Looked at him.

“…you good?”

He nodded too quickly. “Yeah.” He was not good.

You didn’t move your hand right away. Neither did he. And suddenly the air felt heavier than it should. That was your third mistake.

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By the time your friends had drifted off and the bar had grown louder and more crowded, you were very aware of him. Of how close he was. Of how he kept glancing at you like he was trying not to and failing. Of how every time you shifted, he noticed.

“You’re thinking too much,” you told him.

“I do that.”

“I can tell.”

He let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh.

“Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop apologizing.”

“…okay.”

He lasted maybe thirty seconds.

“Sorry—”

You laughed this time, cutting him off. He ducked his head, embarrassed—but smiling a little.

And there it was. That soft, helpless thing about him. That yearning.

It crept up on you without warning.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

You didn’t expect him to say it. Honestly, you thought you’d be the one to push it there eventually—if it even got there at all. But he did.

And immediately looked like he regretted it.

“I mean—not like—if you don’t want to, that’s—fine, I just thought—” he rushed out, words tripping over each other. “It’s loud, and—”

“Hyunjin.”

He stopped. Looked at you.

“…yeah?”

“Breathe.”

He exhaled.

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That night. God, that night. You entered your apartment at around 1 am.

Thank god it was a Friday night because you kept each other up until 4.

When you pressed your lips to his in the elevator, he returned the kiss immediately, twice as eager, but his hands were held up in the air like he had just gotten busted by the cops or something. Yours were around his neck. After the greedy kiss, you pulled away and cracked your eyes open. Seeing his hands in the air made you giggle. 

What you didn’t anticipate was that just as you reached your own hands towards his, he let out a breath that was accompanied by the faintest, most pathetic whimper and dove back into your lips. He licked your lower lip, and when you didn’t open your mouth the second he did that, he started leaving quick pecks and tilted his head to suck gently on your lower lip. A little entitled, huh. 

By the time you were on your couch, he had at least gathered the courage to lay his hands on your waist. You had straddled him, fingers in his hair, grinding back and forth, and the moments you weren’t kissing were spent with your lips millimeters away from each other, breathing heavily. You pressed down harder and ground forwards, making his jaw hang as he let out a breathy whimper along with a shaky breath. 

His hands wrapped tighter around your waist, moving you greedily to grind you down exactly where he needed you. The drag pulled a slight whine from you as the hard zipper of his jeans stroked your clit teasingly through your clothes.

You held his jaw in place so you could kiss him better as you felt him start to shake, his hands specifically trembling undeniably. 

“Fuck- sorry,” he said quietly in between the filthy sound of your wet lips separating, “It’s just a lot.” You didn’t respond, only gripped him more roughly, making him moan at the feeling. 

He whimpered into the kiss as you continued to rock your hips. His bottom lip between your teeth, then his tongue in your mouth, then your hot breaths tangling when you pull away for a break. Drowning in him was dizzying. 

And it was all a lot for him. So much so that when you held onto his shoulders and pushed them so you could sit up and grind down with even more force, you observed that his plump lips were wet and glistening, but so were the corners of his mouth. This motherfucker was drooling. Not only that, his eyes had glassy tears on the brink of his lashline only because of a make out, his cheeks were red, and blush continued down his neck. His brows were slightly arched up, his hands were still shaking around your waist, and his chest was heaving up and down. One of your hands slowly wrapped around his throat, as you held eye contact with the mess of a man below you.

“I see you're enjoying yourself, huh?” you said while putting some pressure on his neck. He nodded repeatedly. You stopped your movements immediately. “Yes, ma’am, yes, I’m enjoying myself, ma’am, I-I am.” His voice hurried to come out, shaking and rougher than usual, cracking in the middle of his words once he felt the halt of your body. You hummed approvingly and continued your steady grinding. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered continuously like a man gone mad. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. 

Leaning forward, you laid a soft kiss on his jaw and pushed more of your body weight onto your hands that were on his throat, consequently pressing down on it, making him moan and buck his hips up. “Fuck” he moaned, “You like that, baby.” You didn’t ask, just told him, the guy clearly had a thing for pain. “I do, ma’am, please.” He looked like he was in a trance, eye either looking at your lips like a stranded man at water or looking at the point between your legs that connected you to him as you moved. 

His hands finally gathered the courage to move. They drifted from the side of your breasts down to your ass and then settled on squeezing your thighs as they moved against him. He didn't squeeze in a vulgar way; his palms felt like he was molding clay, eager and intentional. You leaned your head forward, tilting your face as if hovering over his. “Open wide for me, pretty boy,” you commanded in a tone that alone could make his knees buckle. He obeyed immediately, opening his mouth and letting his tongue halfway out while looking up at you. The image alone made your brain short-circuit. You tangled one of your hands into the front of his hair as the other one stayed wrapped about his neck. 

You gathered some spit in your mouth and let it drip down directly onto his tongue. With a failure to suppress your smile, you bit your lip, but you noticed- he’s not moving, he hasn’t swallowed. He was waiting for your order to do so. 

You decided to take advantage of his obedience. You leaned, letting go of his neck, petting his chest as you sucked sweet marks on his soft skin as the poor man was putting all of his concentration into keeping his mouth in the same position and his head tilted up for your saliva so it wouldn’t spill from the surface of his tongue. 

After a minute of that, you felt his hands move and massage your thighs gently, begging. His movements were accompanied by a tight whine coming from deep in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut, just to have them land on you when he opened them. Cloudy, half-lidded, teary eyes looking at you like you were his salvation.

“You are such a good boy for me, baby,” you said fondly into his ear, not giving any attention to his pleas. Pulling your head back, you enjoyed the view for one last second before giving the order, “Let me see you swallow it now.” Oh, and he did, with so much force that he gasped after because he didn’t realize he’d paused his breathing while waiting for your command.

Both of you stayed still for a second, just staring at each other. Maybe in disbelief of how well you were matching each other’s freak, maybe just taking a moment before you jumped each other’s bones. It was more the ladder, in all honesty, the first one could wait for later.

While staring, you couldn’t help but think his little fazed gaze was incredibly endearing, so you giggled while petting the side of his face. Apparently, he took that as you about to leave him just like that because what he did next surprised you(pleasantly). He held your waist securely while your hands instinctively went to his shoulders, and he flipped you so you were lying on the couch. He was panting over you; he’s shaking again. “Please, I-I know I'm shaking, that just happens when I get overwhelmed,” he started, pleading with his beautiful eyes, hair messy and cheeks flushed, “but I need this, please, need it so bad.” 

As opposed to what he would have expected you to do, his vulnerability made you cup his face and bring him in for a deep, toothachingly sweet kiss. “You need it badly, baby?” you said against his lips in a voice that made his cock drip. He nodded like a dumb puppy, “Mhm, yeah, yes, please.” his sweet voice and shameless honesty made you coo at him as one of your hands descended from his face to palm his cock through his pants. He gasped and bit his lip, looking down at your hand. As you felt a more damp spot, your gaze went down and saw the embarrassingly prominent darkened fabric on his crotch.

“Oh, I can tell,” you said teasingly, “Look at yourself, sweetheart, such a mess.” You looked back up at him with a devilish smile, not even trying to hide how proud you were that you had this effect on him.

He closed his eyes tightly, tilting his head up to suppress the needy moan threatening to come out of his throat purely because of the grazing of your hand and your degrading tone. “I know, I know,” he whispered more to himself. 

“Hyunjin, look at me,” you said more sternly. He did, immediately. “You're such a pretty little thing, it’d be a shame not to ride you.” You swore you saw the gears in his brain turn, trying to process what you said and how you said such a thing in the same tone you’d tell him your grocery list. 

He couldn’t say anything; he was trying to think of an entire sentence to say, but he couldn’t- failed miserably. So instead, he just nodded, then leaned down and kissed you like a dog licking his owner’s face in gratitude. You gently pushed him away with a smile, “Undress.”

When I tell you he skedaddeled and went to take his t-shirt off and pull his pants down. You took off your bottoms and unbuttoned your shirt, then he scooped you in both arms. “Hey!” you yelped in a fit of giggles as you found yourself unexpectedly in the air, his hands under your ass, your knees bent and clamping around his offensively small waist instinctively. He smiled, seeing you laugh, your faces centimeters away from each other, grinning like idiots. When you both stopped letting out breathy giggles and a moment of silence settled, you wrapped your arms around his neck again. “A bit impatient?” he nodded eagerly. ”Sit.” A second later, he has plopped down on the couch with you in his arms.

Your lips were connected as you glided your fingers down his stomach, grazing his V-line. Smiling into the kiss as you felt the little veins going down his abdomen, you hooked your pointer fingers on his underwear and pulled so so slowly, making him whine. He was desperate and eager yet seemed so weirdly anxious and shaky. He felt you pull away from the deep French kiss and kept latching his lips onto whatever he could- your jaw, neck, collarbone, chest, below your ear, on your shoulder- everywhere. 

Once his underwear was pulled to a certain point, it revealed the entirety of his length. The painful hardness of it made his cock stand up between your bodies. Before you climbed onto it, you admired it for a second. Taking your pointer finger, sliding it from the tip that pathetically dripped precum to the side of his cock, feeling the veins that were made even more prominent by the visceral desire he was feeling. He whined and cursed under his breath at the view of you taking in with such fascination how embarrassingly hard and twitchy he was. You moved back up to his glistening tip, tapping it repeatedly with the pad of your finger, making his hips jerk involuntarily because of how sensitive he was. “J-jesus christ,” he let out shakily, turning his head to the side like he was losing his mind(he was). You genuinely giggled, amused at all his little reactions.

His hands slid lower, rubbing the band of your underwear, asking silently but still not daring to move the piece of clothing. “Please, p-please, just-” he whispered like a prayer while looking up. “Aww, sweet baby,” you cooed. As much as you wanted to be your usual self, the level of vulnerability he was reaching and how twitchy he was were really getting in the way. You weren't heartless after all. “Use your words, love.” Ok, maybe a little.

As opposed to before, he nodded, understanding your command, and took a deep breath, gathering all his functioning brain cells to say his needs out loud for you. It was so painfully endearing to see his desperation to do well. “Just wanna be inside you, ma'am,” he whined, “feel you around me, please.” His lips were already red and puffy from all the kissing. “Good boy.” You reached down and pulled your underwear to the side. “Oh my fucking god,” he let out, all choked up from the sight, as he rubbing circles on your thighs. With your other hand, you wrapped it around his tip tightly and stroked down, making an embarrassingly large amount of precum ooze out of the poor man. He hissed at the tightness of your fist. Reaching up again to his tip, you angled it up and moved it to align yourself with him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”, he started trembling even more out of anticipation as he felt his tip finally touch your wet slit, sliding a bit towards your clit, making the muscles on the back of your thighs twitch, then down to the entrance. 

With slow movements and one hand on his shoulder, you sank down until his cock was halfway inside, making his jaw hang low. He gripped your hips tightly, “W-wait, I-” he squeezed his eyes shut, and you felt the muscles on his abdomen tighten. You smiled and hummed. “Just, just, I'm- it's a lot, just a lot,” he muttered out, “please, slow or I'll-” he kept interrupting himself to take breath heavily. “I'm already close, ma'am, please, I don't want to embarrass myself.” While he was saying that last part, you had started to sink down even further, excited to pull more reactions out of him. “No, please,” you started as you moved down, “go ahead,” you went down a bit more, “embarrass yourself for me, baby,” and you felt your pussy touch the hilt of his cock, now entirely in you. “Fuck” he let out a high-pitched curse, at the feeling and your audacious words. He couldn’t control his body as his hips jerked up, making his torso curl deliciously into you. The movement knocked you out of balance, and your hand landed on his abdomen, feeling the muscles there spasm as he tried desperately to control the urge to cum deep inside you while fucking up into you.

“Take a deep breath,” you ordered while your own brows were furrowed, trying to concentrate. He listened to you, of course, he did. You both kept eye contact as you took in deep inhales, your chests rising up and down. The gesture of tenderness and consideration made his heart swell; he thought you'd have kicked him out by now honestly. “I'm gonna start moving, now.” He nodded dumbly, still looking up at you like he was in a trance.

At first, you started by rocking your hips back and forth. His eyes stayed glued to the spot where you were connected and to the movements of your waist. “Fuck, so good, feels so good, ma'am,” he whined, voice cracking once every couple of words. You nodded and sped up your movements, now going up and down on his length. And he had length, alright. You felt your walls going up and then down, letting him stretch you out again. You moaned quietly, and he took the opportunity. “I'm making you feel good, ma'am, right?” 

He was nervous about your answer, but what he didn't expect was for you to laugh in his face. “You aren't making me feel good, sweetheart, this cock is doing the job for you.” You finished with a moan of your own as you sped up your movements even more. If the euphoric feeling of you wrapped around him wasn't this strong, Hyunjin was sure he would have cried at your cruel words. But he knew you. He was sure you didn't know who he was, but he knew you, and frankly, this was the version of you he thought he would get all night, so really, he had no right to complain. Plus, it wasn't like you were lying.

Hyunjin let out a choked moan, his hips bucking up involuntarily as your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He could feel your walls clenching around him, squeezing his aching cock like a velvet vice. It was too much, too intense. He was going to embarrass himself, just like you wanted.

"F-fuck, please..." He gasped out, his voice ragged and desperate. His hands gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He knew he should be gentle, should take this slow, but the pleasure was overwhelming, consuming him whole.

You started to move faster, bouncing on his cock. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts and whimpers. Hyunjin could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as his release approached quickly.

"I'm... I'm close. Fuck, I can't... I'm going to..." He babbled incoherently, his words lost in the haze of lust and desire. His vision was blurring, his mind going blank. There was only you, only this moment. His eyes only opened once he felt your hand around his throat again.

Hyunjin's eyes shot open wide, his breath catching in his throat. His pulse jumped under your touch, his heart racing like a drum. He looked up at you, his gaze hazy and unfocused, but still filled with a deep, primal need.

"Y-you want me to embarrass myself, ma’am?" He whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. He knew you had noticed how choking affected him. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against your palm. His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation or doubt. But he found none. It was entertaining- seeing how quickly you could push him over the edge. 

He whined, bit his lower lip, and he let a thick tear run down. You dipped your head towards his face, “Such a good boy.” You licked a stripe up his face, tasting the tear on his cheek. He knew he was at your mercy, completely under your control. Your hand around his throat was a reminder of that, a silent affirmation of the power you held over him. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and so alive.

With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Hyunjin let go. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside you as he came, his hot seed spilling deep into your core. He cried out your name, a prayer and a curse all in one, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. His orgasms went on for so long that he whimpered as he felt his soul leave his body.

As the last tremors of his intense orgasm subsided, Hyunjin slowly came back to himself. He blinked up at you, his vision clearing, only to be hit by a wave of embarrassment and shame. He had come first, before making sure you were satisfied. The realization made his spent cock twitch weakly inside you.

"I... I'm so sorry," he stammered, his voice thick with remorse. He reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I didn't mean to... I should have made you feel good first. I'm sorry, it just felt too good."

He looked down, unable to meet your eyes as a deep blush spread across his cheeks and down his neck. His hands fidgeted on your hips, squeezing gently as if seeking forgiveness.

"Please, let me make it up to you," he pleaded softly, making you let out a breathy giggle, "I want to prove that I can satisfy you, that I can be a good lover. I want to feel your pleasure, want to hear you scream my name, please.” He said all these things while his head had already dipped to lay apologetic wet kisses all over your neck.

With surprising intentionality, he slowly guided you off his cock that was still hard as a rock, hissing softly as the cool air hit his sensitive flesh. Once you were both free, he kissed you deeply and so heartbreakingly gently. “Get on all fours for me?” Even when he asked for something, it sounded like begging. ”Sure, baby, show me you can make me feel good.” You went into position, back arched, looking back at him.

Hyunjin's eyes darkened with renewed desire as he watched your slow movements. He licked his lips, his cock twitching at the erotic sight. You knew what you were doing, leaning your shoulders down, arching your back like a cat stretching.

He crawled behind you on his knees on the couch, his hands running reverently over your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your left hip just above one of your cheeks, then kissed lower, then on the other side, before trailing his tongue along your spine. Reaching the nape of your neck, he nipped lightly at your skin, his teeth grazing your flesh. His hands slid around to your front, one cupping your breast while the other dipped between your thighs, finding your clit swollen and sensitive.

"Promise, I’ll make you feel so good," he murmured against your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin. "I'm going to worship this body until you're shaking, take all that stress off you, pretty girl."

“Love the confidence you’ve gained, but if you don't fuck me right-”

“Yes, s-sorry, ma’am, I will,” he said, smiling despite himself. 

He started to move, his cock sliding between your ass cheeks, the hard length slipping between them with ease. He rocked his hips, fucking your ass with his cock as his fingers worked your clit and teased your nipples as you whimpered.

He smiled, hearing your noises, and reached to push his cock down, towards your entrance. “Gonna push inside, okay, pretty girl?” jesus why was his tone getting you flustered? You nodded, biting your lip as you felt his tip nudge your clit again.

Hyunjin took that as his cue and pushed forward, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of your heat, before slowly pushing inside. He had to go slowly, inch by inch, letting you adjust to his size from this new, deeper angle. Your walls stretched around him, hugging his cock tightly as he filled you up.

"Fuck, you feel tight and warm," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. Once he was fully stuffed inside you, he paused, his hips pressed against your ass. He reached around to your front, finding your clit swollen and sensitive. He circled it with his fingers, rubbing the sensitive nub gently.

He started to move then, pulling out slowly until just the tip remained inside you, before pushing back in. He set a steady rhythm, his hips rocking against yours as he fucked you. "That's it, baby, take my cock-" he tried to be assertive, I promise. But his words were cut short when you clenched around him and stole the air from his lungs. "You're doing so well, fuck, taking me so deep.”

He sped up one hand on your hip, making you fuck him back, the other still on your clit, lathering it from all the juices that were sliding towards it and rubbing it so so lightly it burned your nerves, making you clench around his cock. Hyunjin let out a choked moan. His hips stuttered for a moment before he regained his rhythm, pounding into you with renewed vigor.

"Fuck, ma’am, you're so tight," he grunted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip as he pulled you back onto his cock. "So fucking perfect, like you were made for me." He could feel your arousal coating his fingers as he rubbed your clit, the slick sounds filling the room. He circled the sensitive nub, teasing you mercilessly, determined to make you fall apart on his cock first this time.

"That's it, baby, fuck me back," he encouraged, his voice low and rough with lust. "I wanna feel you cum around my cock, ma’am, prove to you this cock can make you feel so good."

His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, as he chased his own release. He could feel it building, his balls tightening as the pleasure mounted. But he was determined to make you cum first, to prove that he could satisfy you and make you lose your mind as you could him. 

He noticed you go quiet for a second. You had pulled one of the decorative pillows to hide your face in, and only your quiet, breathy moans could be heard. Your toes curled shamelessly, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix perfectly.

"Please, don't hold back," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let me hear you, let me hear how good I'm making you feel. I want everyone to hear I’m the one making you feel good."

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, his cock hitting deep, making you see stars. His fingers on your clit moved faster, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, quick circles. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, knew you were close.

"Come on, ma’am, give in," he urged, ”Please, give in to me, let me feel you,” his voice strained with his own impending release. "Cum for me, I want to feel this perfect fucking pussy gripping my cock even tighter”, he kept babbling on. Taking his hand off your hip but continuing his mean deep thrusts, he reached forward and started stroking your hair. Running his fingers through it gently to coax your orgasm out of you. “Let go for me, ma’am, please, wanna feel you fall apart." You were trying to breathe heavily between your moans and his smooth voice, laced with this neediness of his, and his perfect cock hitting you just where you needed were really making it difficult for you. You were close, so close, it burned.

He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside you, but he held back. This time, he wanted to see, hear, and feel you crumble.

You couldn't hold back any longer. Hyunjin's words, his touch, the relentless pounding against her cervix - it was all too much. With a sharp cry, you came undone, your body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. You screamed his name, tearing it from your throat. Pussy clamped down around his cock, gripping him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Hyunjin groaned, long and low, as he felt your pussy spasm around his cock. The sensation was incredible, your walls fluttering and milking his length as you came. He had to grit his teeth, fighting the urge to let go and join you in bliss.

"Thank you, ma’am, thank- oh fuck” he growled, his hips never faltering as he fucked you through your orgasm. "Fuck, I can feel you, fucking soak my cock with your cum.” he said, watching your pussy spasm around him, “I want to feel every fucking second of it."

He reached his hand again and pushed some of your hair away from your face. He wanted to see, wanted to watch the ecstasy on your face. He leaned down, kissing your shoulders and cheek as you panted, coming down from your orgasm. He was left high and dry since he’d basically edged himself to make you cum. But it didn’t matter to him; what was important was that you had cum first, and he’d lie if he said that didn’t give his ego at least a bit of a boost.

He let out a choked moan, though as he felt your ass fuck back onto him. “Can’t leave you like this,” you said with a smirk as you watched his face contour in pleasure. “Oh my fucking god,” he whined.

Hyunjin couldn't resist the temptation of your quivering body any longer. With a grunt, he flipped you both over, settling between your spread thighs. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust and adoration as he took in your flushed cheeks and heaving chest. You wrapped your legs around him, locking in place.

"Wrap your arms around me, ma’am," he commanded softly, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you, as I make you mine." Maybe you were too lost in the moment to reprimand him for saying that, maybe you did like that he said that- he’ll never know.

You eagerly complied, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The new position allowed him to sink even deeper into you, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. You could feel every throbbing inch of him, stretching you, filling you completely, his chest against your chest. You kissed again like you hadn’t kissed in a million years- deep, slow, filthy.

He started to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. He braced himself on his elbows, looking down at you as he fucked you. His eyes were locked onto yours, watching your every reaction, committing every expression to memory.

"I’m so fucking close," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Cum inside again, baby, fill me up." Oh hell no, the moment he heard those words, he knew he was a goner. 

Hyunjin's eyes widened as he heard your words, a surge of possessive desire coursing through him. He couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't deny you or himself the pleasure.

"Fuck, ma’am, thank you," he groaned, his hips slamming into yours with renewed urgency. "I'm going to fill this pretty pussy to the brim, ma’am.”

He could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your tight heat. He was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Your words, your command, pushed him over.

His cock jerked and twitched as he came, his hot seed erupting from the tip and flooding your insides. He grunted and shuddered above you, his body going rigid as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over him. He whimpered, torturing himself through his orgasm with small, shallow thrusts.

He collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he rode out the aftershocks of his pleasure. As the final shudders of his intense orgasm subsided, Hyunjin lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were glazed and unfocused. He could see the satisfaction etched on your face, the way your lips were curved in a soft, contented smile. He loved it- the feeling of doing what you wanted, of satisfying you, made him feel fulfilled to an extent that should concern him.

Slowly, almost reverently, he slid off you, his softening cock slipping out of your pussy with a gush of their combined fluids. But he didn't go far. Instead, he knelt and settled between your thighs, pushing them further apart to expose your dripping pussy to his gaze that trailed it hungrily. 

Hyunjin looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he leaned in close. He kissed the inside of your thighs, slowly licking and nipping at areas that made you twitch. He went higher and higher. His breath landed hot against your sensitive flesh, making you shiver and clench around nothing. He smiled at your reaction, "Let me clean you up, ma'am," he murmured, his voice low and rough with lingering desire. "I want to taste every inch of this pretty pussy, want to lick up every drop of our cum, clean you up like you deserve.” 

And he did. But it was evident that he didn't do it to tease you or see you wither- he only wanted to service you, clean you up, thank you. His tongue, soft and gentle, licked a stripe up your slit, then glided down to prod at your entrance, tasting what leaked with a content hum. “Fuck, I'm so exhausted,” you said with a breathy laugh as you looked down at him. He looked up, blushing solely at the sight of your post-orgasm afterglow. “Just a bit more,” he interrupted the careful tracing of his tongue, “please,” he added as gentlemanly as ever. 

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So after the fucking glorious sex you had that night, he slept with you for a couple of hours and by early sunrise you stirred awake. He woke up an hour later than you did. You ushered him out the door under the pretense of having plans(you didn't).

He didn't want to leave, obviously, but he also didn't want to be pushy about it. You weren't about to let him just hang around your house, so as not to feel as bad when he stumbled while putting his pants on and asked, “Can- could I get your number maybe?” You complied, rattling your phone number out as he almost dropped his phone trying to type it in

And a minute later, he went out the door.

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Monday morning, you walked into the 8 am lecture you were presenting for Visual Culture. The little pep in your step didn't go unnoticed by the set of asymmetrical eyes that followed you when you walked in from the far seats of the lecture hall.

“Good morning, everyone,” you say steadfastly, putting your bag down onto your desk. You scanned the lecture hall and took a deep breath. “I hope everyone had a restful weekend.” When you said that, Hyunjin failed miserably to not smile ear-to-ear. “Today we are covering the topic of The Image as a Producer of Reality…”

You didn't know you had just slept with someone that you were currently giving a lecture to, and was your fellow university student. That's the part that had Hyunjin anxious. He selfishly hadn't told you when you had first started talking, so by the time things were heading in a more heated direction, he wasn't about to ruin everything. He knew you were a direct person, so your reaction when you learnt that would surely aim to punish him somehow. But maybe he'd like that.

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Author's note: #ovulation i have nothing to say for myself. But also thanks to this person who comments under every chapter of my series @ihateetoadmit and also wanted to be tagged for this post you're so sweet thank you so much!

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OU LAWD.

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I hate when people write my whiney pathetic men as doms

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how im genuinely showing up to JYPE after chan’s bubbl confession :

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THIS IS FRYING ME RN

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room for one more? : ft. hyunjin and chan

⚘( ၴႅၴ summary : chan and hyunjin decide to ask their hot friend to join in!

cw : SMUT, piv, threesome, readers lowkey a perv, mentions of nudes, degradation, praise, chan calls reader and hyunjin ‘slut’ and calls hyunjin ‘good boy’, facial, squirting, switch!hyunjin, dom!chan, sub!reader, bulge kink, some mxm, fingering (f! receiving), dirty talk, cum eating, aftercare

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they saw your wandering eyes from across the studio, saw how your face grew pink when they caught you staring when they shared a kiss and saw how your thighs clenched when they’d make flirty jokes to each other.

you tried to hide your obvious crush on your two closest friends but they didn’t make it easy on you. they weren’t oblivious to your feelings, just weren’t sure how to properly bring it up without humiliating you. they’d be lying if they said they’d never thought about asking you to join them in the bedroom.

pretending to scroll through your phone, you tried to ignore their eyes that kept taking ‘sneaky’ glances at you. chan rolled over to you on his chair, getting all up in your personal space as he poked his head over your phone.

“you still going to the award ceremony with us tonight y/nnie?” he asked, his eyes wide and reminding you of the boba in your drink.

you nodded, a big grin spreading across your lips, “wanna see the dress i got?”

he matched his grin, motioning for his boyfriend to come over and see too. you pulled up a picture you had taken when you first bought the gown, a gorgeous full length navy blue and black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. you flipped your phone towards them and they ‘ooh-ed’ and ‘aahh-ed’ as they stared on with admiration.

hyunjin reached up to point out a detail on the dress, but his finger accidentally brushed against the screen, swiping to previous picture and the room fell silent. there on the screen was a video of you, plunging two of your fingers into your dripping pussy as your moans rang out.

the sound of your wet pussy squelching made you yelp, nearly dropping your phone as you scrambled to close the photos app. the video kept playing, your moans increasing in volume as you were closer to coming as you suddenly forgot how to use your phone and just turned it off, giving up and throwing it in your purse.

their eyes were wide, cheeks nearly glowing red as they looked around trying to avoid eye contact. hyunjin bit his lip as he looked down, thinking no one could see him and chan nervously giggled as he tried to calm down the situation.

“it’s uh, its a really pretty dress y/nnie, can’t wait to see it on you. we’re still picking you up?” the nickname made your stomach flip, meaning so much more to you now for whatever reason.

“sounds good, i-i gotta go…” you panicked, grasping for any excuse to leave the awkward situation, “i gotta go start getting ready.” you mumbled, grabbing your purse and walking towards the door.

chan and hyunjin both knew you didn’t actually have to start getting ready six hours before the event, but they didn’t say anything, not wanting to bring you any more humiliation. they just nodded as hyunjin opened the door for you, mentioning the time they’d be at your apartment to pick you up.

“fuck!”

the stupid zipper was stuck on your dress, resting just on the curve of your ass as you panicked, the boys were gonna be here any minute now and you still weren’t dressed. the knock on your door made your heart sink as they yelled out.

“y/n! we’re here, are you ready?” it was chans voice and you could tell by the tone of it that he was antsy to leave and make it on time.

you heard his nosy boyfriends steps patter around your floor before making it to your bedroom, seeing you struggle with the zipper, “she’s in here chan!” he shouted out, not caring for ur neighbors, “you need any help y/nnie?” hyunjin motioned towards your dress.

you huffed out, finally admitting defeat as you nodded and turned your back to him. he tried his best to not think too hard about the fact that he had a clear view of your lace panties poking out above the zipper and your matching bra peeking through just a few inches up. you could hear his quiet pants as he tried to control his breathing, tongue poking out a bit as he too struggled with the zipper.

“what’s going on in here?” chan poked his head around the door frame.

hyunjin grunted, too stubborn to admit defeat just yet, “zipper got stuck.”

chan let out a little laugh as he watched his boyfriend fight with the small piece of metal, all the anxiety leaving his voice when he saw his two favorite people, “want some help?”

hyunjin didn’t answer, just shook his head as his muscles flexed out as he tried again.

“hyune you’re gonna break it,” you whined, “it’s fine i’ll just pick a different dress really quickly.”

chan clicked his tongue, “you can’t do that y/n.”

“why not?”

“‘cause you look too good in it to change.” his voice was deep and you could swear there was something almost lustful about it but you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

hyunjin shared a look with the man across from him, nodding a little to himself before stepping away from you, “although, i know how it could look even better.” he almost whispered.

you turned around and cocked an eyebrow at him, “how’s that?”

taking a daring step closer to you, chans hands came to your sides, grazing up to your waist then back to your hips as he leaned in close, “if it was off.” he whispered in your ear.

a warmth flooded to your cheeks (and your pussy) as your breath stuttered a little, “you’re joking.”

chan let out a ‘tsk’, “are we joking jinnie?”

a sudden pair of hands were laid across your shoulders and you felt hyunjins breath brush against your other ear, “not at all, we’ve been talking about this forever.”

you felt your heart nearly beat out of your chest, not sure if what was happening was actually real or just some harsh prank, “talking about what?”

“do we have to spell it out for you baby?” chans hands squeezed at your waist, pulling you in even closer his chest almost flush with yours, “we’ve been wanting to fuck you.”

your eyes went wide, “me? you wan-? the both of you!?” your head whipped around to look at hyunjin. he wore a mischievous smirk, his hands inching over your shoulders and tugging gently on the straps of your dress.

“if you’ll let us,” he mumbled as the dress sagged on your chest now that your shoulders weren’t supporting the straps.

you didn’t know what to say. you’d been dreaming of a day like this for what felt like years but now that it was actually here your words were getting caught in your throat. you stuttered, suddenly forgetting how to form sentences but thankfully they spoke for you.

“i think she’s gone all shy channie.” hyunjin giggled as he pressed soft kisses against the back of your neck, brushing your hair over your shoulders to give him perfect access.

chan hummed, pinching at the dress to pull it down over your tits slowly, “she didn’t seem all that shy when she was finger fucking herself in that video. what was the timestamp on that hyune? earlier this morning?”

you gulped, feeling your panties get soaked at their naughty words.

“did you make yourself cum before you joined us in the studio?” hyunjin taunted, helping his boyfriend remove the dress completely from your chest, letting gravity take over as it slowly fell off your hips leaving you in just your under garments.

biting your lip you nodded, feeling your body heat up under their gaze.

leaning back in, chans lips just lightly touched yours, “you know, you could’ve just asked us, we would’ve been more than happy to help.”

you shuttered, somewhere finding the courage to close the space and press your lips to his. he tasted sweet, his tongue quickly making its way into your mouth as he deepened the kiss.

hyunjin grinned as he pulled the hem of your panties away from your hips just to let it snap back against the skin, “greedy girl.”

you yelped at the slight sting from the elastic but it was quickly replaced with a moan when you felt hyunjin kiss it better. his gentle hands caressed your thighs as he hit at your panties, pulling them down your legs with his teeth, he made sure to look up at you making out with his boyfriend the entire time, the tent in his pants growing.

pulling away from the kiss, your lips all swollen, you took in the sight. chan in front of you, his lips bright red and covered in spit and hyunjin on his knees next to you, your panties in his mouth.

“look at how her pussys drooling.” hyunjin teased, wrapping his arms around your upper thigh, dangerously close to your dripping core, “i wanna taste.”

“be patient.” the older man scolded as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra, throwing it to some random corner of the room.

hyunjin pouted, but did what he was told and instead left messy kisses against your legs, worshipping your body between every one, “look at how gorgeous she is chan, don’t think i’ve ever seen anyone like her before.”

chan took a step back, fully admiring your body and mumbling out ‘fuck’ under his breath.

“please,” you whimpered, eyes looking up at him pleading for one of them to do something, “please touch me.”

“what a needy girl,” he groaned, “what do you think jinnie? should we give her what she wants?”

hyunjin pulled away from the purplish marks he was now leaving on your thighs and looked up at you both, putting his finger to his chin to obnoxiously show that he was thinking, “hmmm..i think she’s been good, she deserves a reward.”

you relax at his approval and chan doesn’t waste anytime in picking you up and tossing you on the bed, the two men crawling towards you like savage animals. hyunjin planted himself between your legs, spreading your thighs apart as he gawked at your pretty pink folds. he had been dreaming of tasting your sweetness every since he had met you and now he was lucky enough to be face to face with your dripping cunt, leaving little wet spots on the sheets below you.

chan nearly ripped off his pants before he straddled your head, his achingly hard cock loomed over you. he and hyunjin had been fantasizing about this, planning exactly how’d they fuck you since you waltzed into their lives.

“you’ll let us know if we get too rough?” chan asked, knowing how he could lose control when he got this horny.

you nodded, sticking out your tongue to flick at his tip, tasting his salty pre cum. he groaned and nearly died when he felt you wrap your lips around his throbbing tip, sucking gently, just enough to tease him.

“fuck you’re such a little slut you know that?” he pumped the tip in and out of your mouth, going a little deeper each time, watching your eyes brim with tears as he filled your mouth.

between your legs, hyunjin began to pepper small kiss all over your thighs before finally pressing a sloppy one against your folds. you gasped around the cock in your mouth and chan took the opportunity to push in even deeper, relishing in your sweet gags.

hyunjins tongue poked past your folds and flicked at your clit, holding down your thighs as they tried to clench around his head.

“let me pleasure you baby.” he mumbled into your pussy, licking a fat stripe from your hole back up to your clit, letting the drool messily spill out from the corner of his mouth. the lewd slurping sounds just edged you on even more, your hip subconsciously grinding on his face.

chan above you looked like he was in heaven, head thrown back and lips parted as he breathed out small praises, his hips keeping a solid pace as his tip bruised the back of your throat.

“fuck baby you take my cock so well,” his hands reached down, grabbing the sides of your face to give himself better leverage as his thrusts gaining speed, “such a good cock slut aren’t you?”

your head nodded the best it could give the situation as you choked around his girth, drool dripping around his cock and down your chin.

“god baby you’re a messy slut too, isn’t she hyune?” chan taunted, one of his hands reaching back to ruffle his boyfriends hair.

hyunjin pulled away from your pussy, his lips swollen and covered in your arousal, strings of spit still connecting him to your core, “so messy..her pussy tastes so good hyung.” he mumbled before diving back in, tongue fucking you like a starved man. your moans came out as gurgles with chan filling your mouth and you reached down to grip at the younger man’s hair.

“oh i think baby’s close jinnie, make the slut cum.” chan cooed, reaching over to lovingly wipe away at the tears that were dripping down your cheeks.

hyunjins movements didn’t stop, instead his lips moved back up to suck on your clit as two of his fingers prodded at your entrance. god his fingers were so long, the cold metal of his rings making your back arch off the bed as they teased your hole. your grip on his hair tightened as you felt your high approaching fast, grinding your pussy against his face.

“yea you gonna cum baby?” chan grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy in your throat as you felt him throb, “gonna cum with you baby, gonna cover you in cum like the slut you are.”

your choked moans grew louder as your thighs clenched around hyunjins head, gushing around his fingers and coating his chin with your fluids. chan pulled out, finally giving you the chance to catch your breath, as he jerked his cock over you, his cum spurting out in ropes and covering your face. he gasped out as he teased his own tip, overstimulating himself as the last of him sees dropped out onto your lips.

a head popped up from between your legs, your arousal still dripping from his chin, and he looked blissed out, eyes blown wide with lust. hyunjin scrambled up to bed to sit beside you, whispering praises to you as he licked his boyfriends cum off your face.

“you did so good baby, your pussy tastes so good, thank you,” he mumbled against your lips, letting you taste the mixture of chan and your own cum on his lips.

it was filthy and sloppy but you couldn’t hide the way your tummy fluttered, feeling your cunt get wet yet again. chan growled as he gripped the back of hyunjins hair, pulling him away from your kiss and bringing him closer to kiss him himself.

you grinned as you watched the boys makeout in front of you. it was messy and addictive, the way hyunjin desperately grabbed at chans biceps, the way chan bit at the hyunjins bottom lip and the strings of spit that kept them connected when they pulled away to catch their breath.

“i think someone’s enjoying the show.” chan teased, still panting from the steamy kiss as he turned to look at you.

you shrugged, “can’t deny what i like.”

hyunjin whined dramatically, already having removed his belt and working to take off his boxers, “can i fuck her channie? please?” he jutted out his bottom lip, knowing exactly what buttons to push in his boyfriend, he leaned in close to the man’s ear, “i’ll be good, i’ll fuck her so good, you know i will.”

chan rolled his head back, groaning out at the filthy words, feeling himself get hard at the thought of hyunjin fucking you, “of course you can baby, you wanna be a good boy and suck my cock too?”

hyunjin desperately nodded, already drooling at the mere mention of having cock in his mouth. his boxers were ripped off and thrown to the side as he scrambled to lay against the mountain of pillows on your bed. he waved two fingers to you, motioning you to come closer as he slowly stroked his cock. it was long with a blushing pink tip, already leaking pre cum, and one prominent vein stretching up the shaft. you crawled towards him, making a show of swaying your ass knowing chan had his eyes glued on you two.

you straddled hyunjins waist, letting your pussy brush against his tip, his pre cum mixing with your wetness. he bit back a moan, reaching down to line his cock up with your dripping entrance, gasping out at the feeling of you slowly sitting down on his length. his cock stretched you out deliciously, filling you completely and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. you whined, throwing your head back to see chan stroking his own cock, biting at his lip as he saw your cunt swallow his boyfriends dick.

“feel good baby?” chan hummed, moving closer to get a better look.

hyunjin was too blissed out to talk, opened his mouth but no words came out, just broken moans as your hips sunk even deeper, taking him to the hilt.

chan turned to face you, still stroking his cock, “how ‘bout our y/nnie? hm? does his cock feel good in your tight little pussy?”

you panted, “s-so big..ngh-feel so full..”

“i know baby, he’s big isn’t he?” chan mumbled as he positioned his cock in front of hyunjins lips, “open for me jinnie.”

hyunjin did as he was told, his mouth parting as he looked up at his boyfriend with wide eyes, drool already dripping from his bottom lip.

“such good little sluts me for yea?” he hummed as his tip pushed passed hyunjins lips, he whimpered at the feeling of being used and how your hips started to move, grinding down on him as your pussy sucked him in.

his tip was poking that sweet spot in you deliciously and you had to hold back from moaning like a porn star at how good it felt. hyunjin reached down to guide your hips to keep a steady bouncing rhythm, the sound of skin slapping and wet squelching from your pussy and his mouth was utterly filthy but it made you that much more wet.

your tits bounced with every movement you made and when hyunjin wasn’t longingly gazing up at his boyfriend as he face fucked him, he had his eyes locked on your chest, nearly hypnotized by your breasts. chans thrusts were rough, he knew how much hyunjin could handle and knew he liked it rough so chan didn’t hold back, balls slapping against his chin as he reached down to wipe away his tears with a taunting smile.

hyunjins cheeks were hollowed, trying to suck the man dry as his own hips started to buck up into yours, growing more desperate to reach his high. you leaned back, resting your hands on the bed to leverage yourself as you matched his speed, feeling your second orgasm approaching fast.

“fuck! h-hyune im g-gonna cum…” you babbled out, your eyes rolling back as he rubbed against your puffy pink walls.

chan darkly chuckled, “you hear that jinnie? you’re gonna make her cum, make our sweet girl cum.”

hyunjin nodded and hummed around his boyfriends cock, eyes filled with nothing but lust and love as he looked between the two of you. chan threw his head back at the vibrations as his control slipped, grabbing the sides of hyunjins head and pounding into his mouth roughly. his gags were echoing through your apartment and you’re sure that you’d get a noise complaint for all the moans and such but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you reached down to rub at your clit.

your second orgasm hit harder than the first, slamming your hips back down flush with hyunjins as you shook, gushing around his cock with broken sobs. your orgasm triggered hyunjins and he cried around chans cock, his grip getting tighter on your hips as he shot his load deep inside you, painting your walls white. his cum trickled out of your pussy, making a sticky mess between both of your hips.

chan grunted and with one final harsh thrust, came down hyunjins throat, ignoring the scratching on his thighs from the younger man. when chan finally pulled out of his mouth, hyunjin let his tongue roll out, letting chans cum drip off and onto his chest.

a moan slipped out past your lips at the sight and you were quick to cover your mouth as if that would take back the noise. they both turned to you, smirking. hyunjin drew back in his tongue and swallowed the rest of the cum thickly, leaning in closer to you.

“y/n,” he whined, hands gripping at your hips, moving just enough to remind you his cock was still deep inside your ruined cunt, “i think channie wants to fuck you.” he giggled, his tone lowering to a whisper as if the man next to you two couldn’t hear you.

chan clicked his tongue, “what gave it away?” he glanced down at his cock, his finger swiping some pre cum on his tip and pressing it into your mouth. you looked up at him through your lashes, making a show of sloppily sucking on his finger.

he growled, “fuck, you’re such a little cock slut, do you want my cock baby?”

you didn’t hesitate with a nod, popping his fingers out of his mouth to beg, “please chan, please i want your cock so bad.”

he leaned in, taking your lips in his and pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth, “you’ve already came twice and yet you still want more? such a greedy little pussy.”

his fingers trailed down to where hyunjin was still balls deep inside you.

“you’re still full of cock and you still need more?” his condescending tone made your stomach flip and you suddenly felt to shy to make eye contact.

chan cooed, “don’t go all shy on us now baby, you were just begging for more,” he hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your head up, lowering his voice, “be a good little slut and get on all fours for us.”

your hips lifted off of hyunjins length, cum immediately leaking from your cunt when his tip popped out. the man whimpered at the loss of your warm pussy wrapped around him but was quickly shut up by chan pressing his lips to his. your fingers reached down, collecting some of his cum and bringing it to your lips, moaning at the taste. you rolled off of the man’s lap and did as you were told, getting on all fours and even taking the extra step to stick your ass up, swaying your hips slightly to get their attention.

chan nearly growled at the sight, whispering something in hyunjins ear as he hungrily glared at you. you looked on with confusion as hyunjin got up off the bed, moving to stand in front of you, pumping his long cock in front of your face. you didn’t even realize chan had moved behind you until you felt hands gripping your ass, spreading you open to get a better view of your swollen pussy. you gasped as the cool air hit your pussy, your hole clenching around nothing.

“such a greedy pussy always needs to be filled with cock to keep you happy.” he murmured before shoving his dick in with no warning, his thrusts much more demanding and desperate.

your eyes rolled back as he filled you to the brim, he was a bit shorter than hyunjin but god, he was thicker, you felt like you were getting broken open as he harshly pounded into you.

in front of you, hyunjin was much more gentle, lightly rubbing his tip against your lips before pushing it in, waiting for you to adjust to his size before pushing farther down your throat. the stark contrast between the two was driving you crazy. chan gripped your hips, pulling you onto his dick to match his fast pace, the movement jolting you farther onto hyunjins cock, gagging loudly around his length.

hyunjin choked out a moan, “chan-fuck! she feels so good!”

the man behind you chuckled darkly, “yea baby? her throat feel good around your cock?” he grunted with every clap of skin.

hyunjin whimpered as he started to lose control, his thrusts growing more rapid and rough, your nose getting buried in his pelvic bone. the messy squelching sound from your dripping pussy filled the room along with skin slapping and gagging.

chan was so close, absolutely lost in the feeling of your velvety smooth walls sucking him in, he was in pure bliss, “fuck baby you want me to cum inside? want me to cum in this pretty cunt?”

you couldn’t form coherent sentences, mouth too full of dick and brain too fucked dumb to think so you instead babbled out something that sounded like a ‘yes’ and ‘please’ around hyunjins cock.

“such a good little cum slut.” he moaned out, his grip now leaving marks on your hips as he slammed in, emptying his balls inside you. you were so full the mix of chan and hyunjins cum spilled out around his cock, dripping down your thighs.

hyunjins hips stuttered, trying his best to keep a calm composure but his breathless moans gave him away, “m-muse-ngh! can i please cum i-in your throat?”

you didn’t say anything-couldn’t- so you just looked up at him with a pleading look and that was enough for him. he gripped the back of your hair into a ponytail, pushing you into his hips as he came down your throat. you felt so full, filled from both ends you didn’t know where you started and where they stopped.

chan didn’t stop after he came, starting his thrusts back up as he reached around to rub your clit, “you wanna cum for us again baby? give us a third orgasm?”

hyunjin finally left your mouth with a wet pop, letting you catch your breath and gasp out a response, “yes! please! wanna cum so bad..”

chan looked to his boyfriend and grinned as he rubbed your poor sensitive nub faster, bringing you to your third orgasm quickly. your breath caught in your throat and you cried out, body crumbling into the bed as you shook, it was so beautifully intense it felt like nothing you’d felt before. when your body had finally calmed down and your breathing had slowed, chan pulled out, watching with a bitten lip at the mixture of all three of your cum drip out.

“so pretty.” he mumbled as he carefully got off the bed, urging hyunjin to sit down beside you and rest.

he left the room and quickly returned with some wet wash cloths and some tissues, making his way over to his two little angels. he started with you, being careful when wiping the cum off to not accidentally overstimulate you, then took a tissue and wiped away all your smeared and tear stained makeup. chan then turned to hyunjin, copying his same movements from before, then cleaning himself up.

“such good sweet angles,” he murmured as he tossed the tissues and cloths away, “you two did so good for me you know that?”

hyunjin rolled over so his arms were draped on you and whined dramatically, “do we still have to go to the award ceremony?”

chan turned to you and cocked his eyebrow, “can y/n even stand properly?”

you shook your head, wrapping your arms around hyunjin and bringing him in closer. your eyes felt heavy and you felt yourself get drowsy as you buried your face into the younger man’s hair, breathing in his perfume. chan cooed at the sight, grabbing at his heart before joining you two in bed, laying behind you so his chest was pressed to your back and his arms wrapped around you both.

“i mean it, you guys really did do so good..thank you.” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss into your hair, his hand rubbing comforting circles on his boyfriends back.

you hummed back, “you did good too chan, felt really good, you both were amazing, thank you.”

you both waited for hyunjin to respond but the only noise from him were quiet snores as he sleepily cuddled closer into your chest. chan softly chuckled into your hair, reassuring you that you could go to bed too, they’d both be there when you woke up.

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well i’ll be FUCKING DAMNED. this made me drip😆

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yall i literally just had the best pho , OF MY LIFE.

so fricking bomb

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he gettin fucked tonight. & im not the one coming out pregnant 🥰 !!

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[ when you wear their favourite bra ୭ .ᐟ ── ot8 ]

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﹙ 방찬 - channie﹚ .ᐟ you peel your tank top off and his eyes land instantly on the bra he bought you , the one he calls “dangerous.” his smile turns dark in a second. “you know what that does to me…” he murmurs , pulling you in by the hips. his fingers slide up your sides , thumbs brushing the lace. “c’mere baby ,” he says against your lips , kissing you slow but deep like he’s been waiting for this.

﹙ 리노 - minho .ᐟ you’re still tugging the hoodie over your head when he notices what you’ve got on underneath — his favourite bra , the one he always stares at when he does the laundry. his breath hitches , eyes narrowing. “you’re really trying to make me lose it.” he’s on you in a heartbeat , lips at your neck , hands gripping your hips as he drags you into his lap , a low groan escaping him.

﹙ 창빈 - changbin﹚ .ᐟ you pull your top off and the first thing he sees is that soft maroon bra he once said was his favourite. “no way…y/nnie..” he breathes , dimples flashing before his grin turns hungry. he tosses his phone aside and reaches for you , hands sliding up your waist to the lace. “you look so good in this baby ,” he says , leaning in to kiss the swell of your breast through the fabric.

﹙ 현진 - hyunjinnie﹚ .ᐟ the moment your top comes off his eyes go wide , lips parting. “oh my god muse …” he breathes when he sees the delicate white bra hugging your chest. he slides down the bed until his head is resting on your stomach , hair tickling your skin. “stay like this ,” he murmurs , kissing up from your belly to your chest , tongue tracing lazy circles over the lace like he’s tasting you through it.

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﹙ 한지성 - jisungie﹚ .ᐟ you casually drop his hoodie that you had on and he instantly notices theres ── nothing underneath but his favourite little grey lace bra. his jaw clenches. “you’re so mean , noona” he groans , hands sliding under the fabric to feel your nipples before pinching them. he kisses the valley of your breasts , then your jaw , and then your lips whispering , “you know exactly what you’re doing to me , pretty.”

﹙ 필릭스 - lixxie﹚ .ᐟ you pull his shirt off that you on had on and he literally moans , like moans (femboy activites) , his freckles going pink. “oh angel…” he whispers , eyes dragging over you like he can’t stop. he crawls between your legs without thinking , resting his chin on your stomach while his hands trace the sides of your ribs. “you’re in my favourite bra ,” he says softly , kissing the edge of the cup , eyes flicking up to meet yours with a shy , hungry look.

﹙ 승민 - seungmin﹚ .ᐟ the shirt hits the floor and he freezes , eyes zeroing in on the bra he once said made you look “unreal”. “wow …” he mutters , dragging a hand down his face before moving. he pins you back against the mattress , lips finding yours in a firm kiss. “don’t think i’m letting you wear this bra with anyone else around ,” he breathes , fingers already brushing the lace at your sides.

﹙아이엔 - innie﹚ .ᐟ you tug your top off and he goes still , eyes fixed , throat bobbing as he swallows hard (hes def hard) . “you’re wearing that one…” he says quietly but with a shy , giddy af smile — the bra he once told you drives him crazy. his hand lifts , hesitating , then you nod and he’s on you , palms warm on your sides , mouth at your collarbone , kissing slowly , almost reverently. “you look unreal ma ,” he whispers against your skin.

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skz when they overstimulate you ── ot8

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bangchan - 방찬

- he starts teasingly slow but then goes deep—his pace gets meaner the more you beg - holds your legs wide open and watches your eyes roll back , murmuring “that’s it , baby , take it all” - overstimulates you to the point where your body’s trembling and your mouth is slack - presses his 8 inch cock all the way in to your cervix (yeah we love bigdick!chan over here)!! and keeps it there while you let out wanton cries - coos softly when you start to cry. “shh , i know baby. it’s too much. but you’re taking me so well” - when he finally lets you cum , it’s messy and loud—cum leaking from your swollen cunt and dripping down your thighs and making a white, creamy cum-ring around his cock - kisses your forehead while you stare at the ceiling like you’ve seen God (not God , just bangchans cock)

lee know - 리노

- his thrusts are rough and scarliy precise. he fucks you like he’s punishing you for teasing him (he most likely is) - your legs are trembling , back arched , hands gripping the sheets like they’ll save you - “you wanted this. don’t you dare try to run now.” - he makes you cum again. and again. and again (probably your 4th) . he doesn’t stop until you’re fully babbling nonsense - fingers rubbing your puffy pink clit while his lengthy 7 1/2 cock ruins your insides - by the time he’s done , your thighs are soaked , cum is spilling out of you , and you’re so gone he has to hold your face and bring you back - smug little smirk as he says, “wake up, jagi. we’re not done.”

changbin - 창빈

- he's fucking relentless. his big veiny hands holding your hips down, thrusting so deep it feels like he’s rearranging your guts - praises you between grunts—“you’re taking it so good. so fucking tight around me” - overstimulates you with his fingers and 7 inch cock at the same time until you’re thrashing - when you go limp , eyes fluttering, he groans like it fuels him - pulls out to watch his cum mix with yours and drip onto the bed , then pushes it right back in - definitely doesn’t stop until you’re completely fucked dumb -swollen lips open , whimpering his name - lays beside you after , laughing breathlessly, “princess … are you even in this universe anymore?”

hyunjin - 현진

- makes it romantic at first. slow kisses , soft touches , until you’re begging him to ruin you - his thrusts get harder , faster , meaner—and your brain melts from the overstimulation - moans like he’s in pain every time your cunt tightens around his long 8 inch cock - talks you through it in his low, breathy voice. “you’re gone , huh? you can’t even think , my sweet muse.” - leaves you shaking , thighs glistening , cum trickling down in thick drops - you’re drooling. eyes glazed. too dumb to speak (he just has that magic dick power :>) - hyunjin just brushes your hair out of your face and whispers, “so pretty.”

han - 한

- chaotic and unhinged. doesn’t even try to be gentle - his 6 1/2 cock pounding you into next week while laughing breathlessly - “look at you—so cockdrunk you can’t even form a sentence” - overstimulates you so fast your body screams for him to stop but he won’t - presses your knees to your chest and watches his cum spill out of you after every round - slaps your ass to get your attention when you go limp. “hello? earth to noona?” - when you finally blink up at him all dazed and ruined , he groans , “fuckkk (name) … that’s the look i was waiting for.”

felix - 필릭스

- so sweet at first. so soft. and then he snaps. - deep voice whispering filthy things while he makes you cum over and over - overstimulates you with his tongue and his 8 inch cock like it’s his divine mission ( it most defitnitely is ) - he loves how wrecked you get for him. how you cry and moan and fall apart under him - he will defitnitely coax one last orgasm out of you when you’re already sobbing , just to feel you squeeze around his cock one more time - his cum drips out of your twitching pussy and he groans like he’s gonna bust again ( fyi , he did alllll over your pretty little pussy :) ) - after, he lays next to you , rubbing your belly and kissing your face while you just blink and whimper his name

seungmin - 승민

- he's fucking evil. completely sadistic with that smug little smirk - “you were talking back earlier. now look at you.” - he will defitnitely overstimulate you past your limit on purpose , ignoring your cries until you’re full-on shaking - watches the way your thighs spasm , when he puts his 7 inch cock in, your eyes wide and mind empty - he fucks his cum into you even after it’s leaking out , saying “not wasting a fucking drop.” - makes you say his name even when you’re too far gone to remember your own - pulls out to admire the mess between your legs , licking his lips like he’s proud

jeongin - 정인

- his shy smile disappears once he’s inside you. all that innocence? oh yeah it's gone. - he overstimulates you by accident at first — but once he realizes how far gone you get , he does it on purpose with his 7 1/2 inch cock - keeps going even after you cum , moaning at how tight and wet you are - you’re twitching and babbling his name and he’s grunting - “again. give me one more.” - he watches his cum spill down your thighs with a dazed smile , like he can’t believe he did that to you - kisses your lips and your jaw while your brain reboots in real time - whispers , “you look so pretty like this darling, fucked full of me…”

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felix couldn’t help himself — he always ended up there. his broad shoulders sprawled between your thighs, tongue working over your breast like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

“fuck, angel,” he groaned, voice wrecked as his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking until you arched into him. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

his hands were everywhere, palms squeezing, kneading, pulling you closer like he could never get enough. he pushed them together, burying his face right in the middle with a low, desperate moan. “gosh, i loveee your tits so much.”

you gasped when he dragged his cock up against them, hard and leaking precum already. felix looked up at you with blown-out eyes, lower lip caught between his teeth, like he was asking permission without words.

you smirked, pushing your breasts together for him. “go on, lixie. use them.”

he whimpered, the sound broken and filthy, before sliding his cock between the soft curves. his hands held them tight around him as he thrust forward, tip brushing your chest and smearing precum across your skin.

“oh fuck—so warm—” he babbled, hips snapping faster, his voice cracking into little whines. “feels so good, baby, i can’t—i can’t stop.”

you teased him, licking your thumb before brushing it over his swollen tip each time it peeked out, making his whole body jolt. he cursed, head falling back, freckles flushed pink as sweat gathered along his hairline.

“please—fuck, i’m so close,” he panted, thrusts growing sloppy, desperate. “m' gonna cum all over these perfect tits—fuuuucck”

he let out a strangled moan as he finally came, thick ropes spilling across your chest, dripping down between the curves he loved so much. his hands were trembling as he smeared it messily over your skin, eyes dark and hungry even as he caught his breath.

then he leaned down, pressing his lips to your nipple again, tongue lapping at the mess he’d made with a satisfied groan.

“pretty,” he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse but sure. “so fucking pretty.”

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[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

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BLOOM.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Valentine's day is just another day for you until a stranger gives you a flower and makes it special for you. (16,4k words)

Author's note: Happy Valentine's day, my loves! Good news is I'm not going to make you cry. Bad news is I'm going to hit you with a lot of love and fluff 💘

Listen to my favorite love songs here 💕

Do you know that Valentine comes from a Latin word meaning 'strength'?

It's unclear how valentine's day became associated with the tradition of exchanging affectionate gifts and love notes, one thing for sure is you certainly don't have the strength to go through this day. Why? Because you're miserably single and chronically introverted.

Most of the reason why you're still single is that you like to stay in the safety of your room, working with the company of your cat and a steaming cup of tea. That's also why you love your job, it allows you to stay in your little bubble, away from the bustle of city life.

If it isn't about work, you wouldn't find yourself in a packed bus with these people who just got off work or school, or are on their way to have dates with their significant others.

Being in a crowd like this makes you anxious and there are still a few stops to go but it already feels suffocating even though you're sitting near the window. You distract yourself by looking out at the view but there's not much to see but the melting snow and the cool air slipping through the crack between the windows.

You feel gentle taps on your shoulder and you turn your head to see a hand, you look up to see who the owner is since he's standing next to your seat.

Dark hair parted in the middle and loose strands of hair fell over his forehead but what captivated you is the freckles dusted his milky white skin.

"Do you know what time is it?" He asks with a kind smile.

He owns a deep voice that doesn't seem to belong to someone with a slender figure like him. It's like someone else dubbed his voice.

You fumble to fish your phone out of your purse and click it to see the time, "it's 6.13 pm," you answer.

"Oh," he responds.

He swings his backpack to the front and you only realized then that he's holding his phone with him, he can easily check the time himself.

He pulls something out of his backpack, a pink rose wrapped in an iridescent paper wrapper. Even from this distance, you can tell it's a real rose, it gets you wondering how he keeps the petals intact inside his backpack.

He pushes it toward you and you stare at it in confusion, "is it for me?"

He nods along with his smile hasn't faded from his face yet.

You take it from him and you can't help but smile it's the first time you ever received a flower from someone. Not just someone but a gorgeous, elven-like human.

"I happen to have one left," he adds as he slings his backpack on one shoulder.

Your smile fades a little after hearing that, it means that you're not the only person getting a rose from him, and the worse is you're the last person to receive it.

You're not that special, you're just lucky but still, you're grateful for his nice gesture.

"Thank you," you mutter to him with a smile.

You notice your stop is next and put the rose in the safety of your tote bag.

"My stop is next," you inform the guy who gives you the rose.

You get up from your seat and offer it to the girl who's been standing since the previous bus stop.

There is a minute of you standing next to him before getting off, but there's nothing significant happens except that he holds you from falling on your face by holding the strap of your bag.

"Be careful," he says as you walk to the exit of the bus.

You know what? The worst thing is he doesn't even ask for your number.

What a romantic day indeed!

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Everyone knows that Felix is such a sweetheart.

On valentine's day, he bought a dozen of roses for him to share with anyone, from the barista who made his morning latte, to the serving lunch lady at the cafeteria, to his favorite dance instructor, to any random person he met for the sake of making people smiles.

To put it simply, he has a lot of love in him and he wants to share it with everyone.

However, his big heart only makes it hard for people to try to flip it.

He's popular at his dance school and it's no mystery why most of the students have a crush on him, then again, no one has ever captivated him in a way that makes his heart moves at least a millimeter.

What's the use of being popular when he doesn't have anyone to share this special day with?

So he stays in the studio a little longer to practice his dance routine until he remembers that he has a family dinner to attend.

He rushes to the bus stop and squeezes himself into a packed bus. His family would be fine if he's a few minutes late but Felix doesn't want to be a nuisance, he's just too good of a person.

Still, he compose a text just in case he couldn't make it in time.

Someone walks past him to make their way to the exit of the bus, Felix almost stumbles when the bus stops. He moves to the side to make some space for everyone.

That's when he sees you, looking out of the window so lost in your thoughts. It's like you're living in your own time and space from the rest of the world.

And it's beautiful, this scene, the wind slipping through your hair, your tender gaze, you.

For a moment, he feels like time stands still and all he sees is you.

His curious hand reaches for you to make sure that you're real, not just fragments of his imagination.

He suddenly feels bad for intruding on your space but you're looking up at him, wide-eyed and a bit defensive.

He hurriedly thinks of something to say, a small talk, an excuse, anything!

"Do you know what time is it?"

He feels like slapping himself for asking such a stupid question, he's literally holding his phone in his hand and can easily check time himself.

"It's 6.13 pm," you answer after checking the time on your phone.

He's lucky that you don't see the phone he's holding and that he still has one rose left in his backpack, he can only hope it's still proper enough to be given to you despite the rose having been in his backpack for hours.

"Is it for me?" You ask, nonplussed.

He nods because his mouth suddenly got dry and he's unable to speak.

A smile rises on your face as you stare at the rose, only if you know between the two, your smile is the most lovely.

"I happen to have one left," he blurts out.

Your smile fades a little and he wonders why.

"Thank you," you mutter with a courteous smile.

Then it hits him that he gives you the impression that he did this to everyone.

But that's not the intention, he wants to let you know that this feels like fate, that he met you and happened to have one rose left.

When you put the rose inside your bag and get up from your seat, he knows he has so little time to try to explain.

"My stop is next," you tell him.

The situation he's in doesn't support his plan and he can only look at you as you stand next to him. You seem to be waiting for him to say something too.

Then the bus stops and Felix prevents you from stumbling forward by grabbing the strap of your bag.

You turn your head at him and smile. It's so sweet, the kind of sweet that will get him addicted.

The door of the bus is open and people start to move toward it.

Felix doesn't have much time left and he wants to know everything about you. Your name, your phone number, your favorite food, your favorite movies, movies that make you cry, any of your childhood memories, anything!

But all that comes out is, "be careful!"

You flash him a smile for the last time then get off the bus.

Felix watches as the girl who has just moved his heart by a millimeter walks away from him.

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The rose is wilted.

You've been keeping it in a pitcher full of water and placed it on your desk, next to the window to fill its need for sunlight.

Whenever you look at it, you get reminded of him.

The gentle taps on your shoulder, the smile he gave you as he asks for the time, the deep voice that you still doubt belongs to him, and the last of him that you saw through the bus window.

It's all sweet until the reality bites, that you don't know him and it's impossible to meet him again.

For a starter, you don't even know his name therefore you can't try to find his information on the internet.

If only you had just a shred of confidence in yourself, you would have asked for his number and maybe made him wait for a day or two for your phone call.

You scoff at the thought. Who are you to play hard-to-get?

The sound of your phone ringing startles you and wakes you up from your silly reverie.

It's a work call.

Sometimes you get hired to work in certain places and you've been a trusted partner of this luxury brand, they wanted you to come and write custom cards for their special orders. They usually just send the cards to your place and you'll send them back when the deadline ends, however, there'll always be orders that come in a short amount of time.

You bring your writing utensils with you and work in the store in what looks like a hotel room instead of a fitting room.

They serve you a cup of tea and sweet assortments, then give you a list of names for you to write then leave the room to give you the space to work.

It's not as comfortable as working in your apartment but you can work in an environment like this, quiet and nice.

You spread all of the cards you've done in a neat row while letting the ink dry.

You check all of the cards once again, making sure there is no speck of ink or spelling mistakes. Because apparently, some people can get very sensitive if you misspelled their name.

It's as if she knows you're outside, your phone ringing the second you stepped out of the store. Turns out, your brother gets off early from work and invites you for an early dinner.

He is determined to get you out of the house so many times and you rejected each one of his invitations.

"Stop sulking! You're out already," he says, his shoulder bumps yours and he always forgets that his big body can easily knock you off your chair.

Good thing that you're used to it, "I'm not sulking," you grumble.

He takes your glass of water and switches it with his glass of wine, "you're not driving. Have some wine!"

You put the wine glass down, not drinking it. He rolls his eyes at you, "have some fun!"

"I have fun," you quickly respond.

"What fun? Playing hide and seek with Percy?"

"I have fun in my own way, okay?" You shrug away all of his words off you.

He takes his wine glass back and drains it in one long sip, "how are you going to meet a guy if you stayed in your room all day?"

"But you met your fiancé in your apartment!" You defend yourself with a solid fact.

"That's because he's a friend of my roommate!" He argues back with widening eyes.

When he realizes that came out louder than he intended, he lowers his voice immediately, "I mean... when's the last time you met a cute guy?"

"A week ago," you shortly reply.

Your brother suddenly gets so interested, he leans forward on the table, "where?"

"In the bus."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know," you innocently answer.

Your brother inhales a deep breath and slumps in his seat, disappointed that his enthusiasm goes to waste.

You refuse to share a taxi ride with him because it'll only double the fare since he goes the opposite way to where you're going.

You let out a long sigh once you are seated inside the bus, the work isn't that tiring but interacting with people drained your energy the most.

You lean your head against the cool window glass and start spacing out as you gaze out at the view of the city lights in the distance.

It's a bad habit of yours, you'll space out and forgets about your surroundings, that includes almost skipping your bus stop.

Good thing that you reflexively shoot up from your seat and run to the exit, getting off the bus just in time before the door closes.

You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder and start walking to your apartment building.

A hand on your shoulder stops you from going, you turn around to see who it is.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

-

Felix's hair is still damp.

He had a quick shower after practice to wash all of the sweat off and put on a clean t-shirt.

He always leaves school at this hour, so by the time he gets off, he'll go somewhere to eat for dinner.

Except that tonight he feels like going home early and ordering some food.

He sits on the back of the bus with his hands shoved inside his jacket pockets. He clicks his phone, expecting it to light up so he can see the time.

Unfortunately, his phone runs out of battery. There's always a digital clock somewhere on the bus, he looks straight ahead but instead, he finds the other thing he's looking for.

He didn't believe his eyes at first until he sees you run to exit the bus.

It's like history repeats itself, he got caught in the same situation that requires him to act in such a short amount of time.

He senses that the driver is about to close the door soon, he stops thinking and dashes outside, getting off the bus even though it is not his stop.

He is unsure of how to talk to you but he knows that it's his only chance.

Hesitating for a while, Felix puts his hand on your shoulder and you immediately turn on your heel to find him there.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

Definitely not a good opener, he sounds so eager and a whole lot creepy. He can see that he just gave you the ick from your plain expression.

You grip the strap of your bag and tip your head to the side, "but you didn't give me your number," you answer.

A laugh escaped his parted mouth, he didn't expect you to still recognize him and that you'll answer his strange way of greeting you.

"Do you perhaps... want to grab dinner together?"

"I'm sorry. I had dinner already," you refuse with a courteous smile.

He kind of expected this answer, that's understandable, especially when the invitation comes from a stranger.

"But I'd love to have a cup of coffee," You come with an alternative for him.

"Yeah? I'd love that too," Felix can't believe that his verbal skills deteriorate this soon when he's still in his twenties.

You suggested the coffee shop because you live in the neighborhood and your apartment is only two blocks away from here.

Turns out, none of you drink coffee. Felix drinks coffee only when they're heavily sweetened and you prefer tea.

"We meet again," Felix starts the conversation after your drinks order is served on the table.

"Yeah," you shortly respond with a small smile.

"It's..." he wanted to say that it feels like fate that the two of you meet again but he doesn't want to make it seem corny, "...nice," he settles with the simplest word and that's enough for now.

You carefully sip your tea and he notices your fingers are tinted black. The last time you met, he also saw the same thing.

"Are you a painter?" He guesses.

You slowly put down your tea and know that he sees your dirty fingers, "oh, no. I'm a calligrapher."

"So you have beautiful handwriting," he comments almost immediately.

You shyly smile at him and look down at your lap, "you can say so," you say.

Felix suddenly got so curious, he slides a napkin in front of you, "can you write my name?"

"What for?"

"I want to see your handwriting," he casually answers.

"I guess I can do that since you paid for my tea," you tell him with a low laugh.

You rummage through your tote bag to pull out a pen and another thing out of your purse, a card.

"What's your name?"

"Lee Felix," he confidently answers.

You nod and uncap the pen, start writing his name down on the card instead of on the napkin he gave you. You write his name in elegant cursive letters and to him, you look like drawing a flower instead of his name.

The curls of letters are still no match to the beautiful curl of your smile as you slide the card across the table to him.

"You do have beautiful handwriting," he compliments with a sly smile.

"Next time, I'll have to charge you for it," you joke and caps the pen back, putting it back inside your tote bag.

"I'm not sure if I can afford you," he jokes back while still staring at his written name on the card.

"How about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a dancer," he answers.

"I'm still a student so yeah, I can't charge you for that," he adds.

You softly laugh with your hand holding the handle of your teacup. Your phone rings on the table and his eyes dart to the pop-up notification that says 'Percy'.

You turn it off and put the phone inside your purse, "I'm sorry but I have to go."

He has so much to ask about you but he knows he can't keep you here and interrogate you all night. He can't demand your time considering he's still a stranger to you.

"No worries," he replies with a smile.

His excitement makes him forget the most important thing he wanted to ask you ever since he met you.

He's always late to realize it but not this time, "you haven't told me your name yet."

You gather your bag from your seat as you stand next to the table, "that's my name card you're holding," you tell him.

Felix flips the card with his written name and learns that you wrote on the back of your name card.

"See you again," you say as you wave your hand at him.

Felix waves his hand back at you until you disappeared out of his sight.

That's when he allows himself to gleefully smiles.

-

It's been three days, three miserable days of anticipation and anxiety, you can't seem to focus on your work as well when you need to check your phone every few minutes.

You went through five stages of grief and you got to the point of acceptance.

You're at your lowest point and when that happens, you call your brother

"How long it usually takes for a guy to finally call you?" You ask the second she picks up the phone call.

"You ask for the standard of a straight guy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"The average is three days but if it went up to a week, just forget him," he eloquently answers like it's an easy math problem.

You groan because three days is about to turn into four days and he hasn't called yet.

"Wait!" Your brother seems to finally catch the meaning of your question.

"Who is this guy?"

"The one I met on the bus," you reply with a sigh.

"But you said you didn't even know his name," he sounds so impressed and perplexed at once.

"I met him again."

"When?"

"Three days ago."

"And he hasn't called?" He yells in disbelief into the phone.

"I'm sure he's just busy... he'll call," you console yourself with the last of optimism left in you.

"No. Even if he calls, don't answer!" He warns you and you can hear her heavy breathing through the phone line.

"At least, makes him wait for a day!"

"I don't know... I'll just..." you stare at the ceiling as you lay on your couch, while your brother keeps on blabbering through the phone while you start spacing out like you always do.

"Hey, are you still there?" Your brother shouts through the phone.

You snap yourself out of your head, "I'm going to bed," you tell him and end the phone call.

You continue to space out until you slowly drift into sleep, the sound of your neighbor's early morning routine of watering her plants on the balcony wakes you up.

Still sleepy, you drag yourself to your bedroom and before going back to sleep, you check the time on your phone.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only 4.50 in the morning and there are two missed calls.

You shot up on the bed and see the timestamps, he called a few minutes after you fell asleep on the couch.

You badly want to hit call back immediately but he would still be sleeping right? Who wakes up this early? Only your hippie neighbor does.

You ended up not going back to sleep and used the time to contemplate the proper time for you to call back. Should you do what your brother said? Make him wait as he did to you?

You decide to make him wait for as long as you can hold yourself back from hitting the call button.

You busy yourself with work and doing the ones that still have a week left before the deadline. You put your phone away from you, out of your reach, out of your sight.

You give up when the clock strikes 2 pm and curse at the void, "screw with this waiting game!"

You hit the call button on his number and your heart race for every ring it takes for him to pick up the call.

On the fifth ring, you decide to turn it off and try calling again.

Then it clicks, "hello?"

The deep voice sparks the excitement in you but at the same time, you get nervous you start pacing the kitchen.

"Uhm... hi! I see that you called last night?"

"Yes, I did but then I figured you must be sleeping already," he answers.

"Yes, I was—" you got choked by your saliva from talking too enthusiastically.

You calm yourself down by taking a long breath and try again, "I was wondering why you called," you meekly say.

He sounds so calm, unlike you. You can even hear his smile even though you're sure you're only imagining it in your head.

"Do you have time this weekend?" He asks.

"Yes," you answer too quickly and swear, you can feel your brother's glare at you for doing that.

"Let's meet at the coffee shop near your apartment at 5?"

You nod and realize that he can't see it, you need to provide a verbal answer on a phone call.

"Yes, I can do that."

He lowly laughs, he probably can hear the thump of your heart and the excitement in your voice.

"I'll see you then," he says.

"See you."

A moment passes in silence but none of you are willing to hang up. Strangely, you feel comfortable sharing the silence with him.

"I'm happy that you call me back," he suddenly mutters.

You can see your wide smile on the reflection on the toaster, "me too."

He laughs again and lets out this delightful sigh that means so much more than just that.

"I have to go back to practice," he says.

"Sure, please, go ahead."

"Bye."

"Bye," you end the phone call and let out a long sigh of relief. You start running around the house while screaming at the top of your lungs, your neighbor probably going to check on you soon but you feel the need to let it out.

The euphoric feelings last for a few minutes until the anxiety kicks in.

You've never been on a date for years and you hate to admit that your brother is right. You check your closet, it's all sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. There's nothing you can wear for a date without looking like you're going for a job interview.

The weekend is only two days away and again, the only one who can save you from this dire situation is your brother.

"Let's go shopping," you say the second she picks up the phone.

"I swear if we're going to spend hours just to get the proper pen, I'll sue!" He answers with the recollection of the last time you went shopping together.

"It's for a date," you tell him before he could complain further.

You hear his silent triumphant smile, "it's about damn time."

-

Felix has two tickets for a musical play.

He doesn't know whether you'll like it or not, it would be his first time and he wants to experience this with you.

Calls him sentimental, but he wants to remember the first time he watched a musical play, it was with you.

He keeps fixing his hair because they're tousled today, he tried styling it and the best he did with it is flattening the sticking hair.

He comes to the coffee shop a little early and orders an iced chocolate drink because coffee only makes him even more nervous.

It's not the first time he's going on a date yet he feels excessively groggy, a dance audition didn't make his legs bounce this fast under the table.

He should stop doing that, so he starts tapping the table with his fingers.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," A voice says.

Felix turns his head to find you walking toward the table, clutching the strap of your purse on one shoulder and the other holding the hem of your dress from riding up your legs as you sit across him.

He was too nervous to see that you'd entered the coffee shop.

Now that he sees you in a white dress and your hair is prettily decorated with pins, he gets more nervous but in a good way. The sky is grey today but that smile of yours instantly brightens his day.

"Have you been waiting long?" You ask.

He's still in trance and it continues for a whole good minute, he screws his eyes shut, restarting his brain to go back to its normal state.

"No, I just got here," he answers.

You softly smile and put your purse on the seat next to you, ignoring the fact that you can see that he's lying from his half-drained glass, the ice cubes have melted and formed a different layer on top of the drink.

"Do you want to order something? I'll get it—"

"No, it's fine. I had one too many cups of tea already," you refused the offer with a smile.

Felix wipes his palms on his jeans and licks his lips, the tickets inside the pocket of his shirt searing his skin the longer he stalls on asking you.

"Do you..."

"Yes?" You respond already before he can even continue his question.

He laughs and that helps to relax him, "I have tickets to see a musical play," he says.

He moves his hands and rests them on the table, they are only inches away from yours, and he resists the urge to hold them.

He focuses on the task at hand and tries again, "Do you like it? Do you want to go?"

You look at him in silence and smile, "sure, I'd love to."

Felix let out a gasp, fortunately, a low one that passes your hearing. He looks down to hide his triumphant smile and hurriedly clears his throat.

"The play is at 8 so we still have time," he tries to sound calm but failed to hide his excitement.

"Oh, I can't wait. I never watched a play before," you say with a sheepish smile.

"Me too!" He eagerly responds.

He closes his eyes for a second, wishing he could erase the five seconds earlier from existence.

He thinks of something else to talk about, "should we grab a dinner first or...?"

You open your mouth to answer but the sound of your phone ringing got ahead of you, "I'm sorry," you mutter before taking it out of your purse.

"Hello?"

Felix watches the shape you take as you sit sideways on your chair and he can see every curve of your facial features, of your nose, lips, and chin.

There's no other to describe the way he looks at you, Felix is smitten.

"Oh, no!" You shot up from your chair and dash towards the door.

You walk away without saying anything, leaving him flabbergasted and frozen in his seat.

This is not right, he says in his head. His eyes darted to the purse you forget to take with you.

He picks up your purse from the chair and chases after you, you're at the end of the block already. He's not wearing shoes that are suitable for running but that doesn't stop him from chasing you.

-

You've been resisting the urge to put your hands on your lap and clasped them together, clicking your thumbs together because that's what you do whenever you're nervous.

Unlike you, Felix seems calm but sounds so excited and eager, like a newly adopted puppy which is adorable.

You're about to suggest him to check out an art exhibition and a little walk from there, there's a nice restaurant that serves Japanese food.

The phone rings and it shatters your focus, "I'm sorry," you quickly apologize for the interruption.

"Hello?"

"It's your neighbor."

"Yes, I see that you're calling, Mrs. Kim," you calmly respond.

"I know you're not at home," she speaks so slowly but remembering that she's as old as your mother, you should give her a pass.

"I just want to let you know Percy came to my balcony again," she informs.

You opened the window this morning to air-dry dozens of cards you finished writing since you couldn't possibly be going on a date with the thought of abandoning your job.

You did the job but you didn't close the window afterward and it's a horrifying thing to remember what happened the last time you forgot to do that.

"Oh, no!"

Without thinking, you scramble out of the door and blabber into the phone, "I'm only one block away, I'll come and get him!"

You run as fast as you can to your apartment building, punching the code to the entrance gate too fast that you push the wrong number.

You take a deep breath before trying to enter the code again, when it beeps open, you push through and continue running inside.

You hear someone running behind you too and you stop at the base of the stairs.

"Hey, you left your purse!" Felix says.

You only realized it now that you're only taking your phone with you, "Oh my God, I am so sorry," you quickly apologize.

He hands you the purse while panting, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just need to get to my floor—" you don't finish your words but sling your purse across your shoulder and start taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

You impatiently knock on Mrs. Kim's door and don't stop knocking until she opens the door.

"Mrs. Kim, I am sorry. I'm so stupid, I left the window open again," you sincerely regretted forgetting to do such a simple thing.

"It's alright, dear," she assures you with her hand on your shoulder.

"Did he breaks anything again?"

"It's alright," she keeps saying that and it only convinces you that something bad occurred.

"I'll pay for the damage, Mrs. Kim, I'll—"

"It's okay, I just need to re-potting them," she holds her hands up to assure you everything is alright on her end.

"Wait here, I'll get him for you," she heads back inside.

You turn to see Felix and exchange a nervous glance with him, he's looking so confused, probably thinking how did he end up here?

Mrs. Kim returns while carrying Percy in her arms and you hurriedly offer your arms to take it from her, "I am way scared knowing that he crossed the ledge," she says as he hands him to you.

"Mrs. Kim, I'm terribly sorry," you say again and you feel like it's not enough to make up for what your cat did. That he ruined her herb plants like he did last time.

She softly smiles, "it's okay and you'd better get him home, he needs a bath," she says.

The soil must be wet from the light rain and that explains the patches of dried mud on his fur.

"Thank you for keeping him," you say for the last time.

"No worries and I'm sorry for disrupting your date," she adds while keeping her door open.

Typical old people, they're nosy but you know that she said it with good intentions. You decide not to put too much thought into what she said, you are indeed on a date, or was half an hour ago.

"Thank you once again, Mrs. Kim," you say before leaving and going inside your apartment.

The window is open and you rush inside to close it, you don't think twice but put your cat in the sink, preparing him for a bath.

"Percy! I swear if you do this one more time, I'll give you to my brother," you scold the feline who curls on the bottom of the sink, knowing what will happen to him.

When you turn around, you see Felix standing in the middle of the room looking so lost. You feel bad for him, you ruin the date and now he's forced to watch you scolding your cat.

The apology can wait, you pull a chair from the dining table, "Please, sit. I'll get you something to drink."

You take a pitcher of juice and pour a glass for him, he must be thirsty from chasing you from the coffee shop to the apartment building.

"I'm sorry for everything," you say as you place the glass of juice in front of him.

"For the date, for making you run after me, for getting you here," you list everything that perhaps caused the inconveniences for him.

"I think you apologized enough for today," he says with a smile and sips his drink carefully.

Percy's mewl shifts your attention back to him, you start to prepare things for his bath, rolling the sleeves of your dress up your elbow.

You turn around to face Felix, then say, "I'll clean him up real quick."

He gets up from his chair and approaches you, "Can I help?"

Percy is nice to you and Mrs. Kim but when it comes to your brother, he turns hostile. You kind of guessed he's not good toward male which doubts you if it's a good idea to let Felix helps you bathe him.

"I'm not sure if that's..." your words trailing off as you watch Felix softly scratches the back of Percy's ear and he purrs with eyes closed.

"Yeah, I would love the help," you change your mind about it and let him help you.

Unlike any other cat, Percy enjoys being in the water and he likes taking a bath. You assume he intentionally did this mischief just so he can get this indulgence from you.

"What did exactly he does to your neighbor?" Felix asks as he holds Percy's head while you lather his body with soap.

"My neighbor plants all sorts of herbs on her balcony and Percy escaped through that window I accidentally left open, he knocked all of her potted plants and probably played with the soil too," you explained.

"And this happened before?"

"Yep."

"Bad Percy!" He scolds him while giving Percy gentle pats on the head and he mewls in response.

It never crossed your head, even in your silliest of imagination that you would bathe your cat with a guy and not just a guy, a gorgeous guy that looks like a character out of a fantasy book.

Is it too soon to say that you like him? To say that you have a crush on him is an understatement. You are completely whipped.

After wrapping Percy with a towel, you put him on top of the kitchen counter. You bring your hair dryer from your bathroom to dry Percy.

Felix takes it from you after you plugged it in, "I'll do it," he says.

"So you can change your clothes," he adds before you can protest.

You look down at the front of your dress, dirty from Percy's paws and the soil he carries with him. Good, you're not only ruining the date but looking so horrible doing it.

"I'll be back," you excuse yourself to your bedroom.

You almost let out a shriek once you see your reflection in the mirror, your dress is ruined and your hair is messy, a few stray hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.

The clothes are off but you got yourself a new crisis.

"The guy is in my apartment!" You announce the second you heard your brother picks up the phone.

"How?" He asks with a dramatic sigh that could earn him a role in a soap opera.

You're not ready to tell him the reason why Felix ended up in your apartment, so you hurriedly ask him the question you've dying to ask, "Is it okay if I'm wearing sweatpants?"

From the way he heavily sighs into the phone, you got the answer already.

-

Felix is more of a dog person.

However, he likes animals in general, that includes cats.

That should be the least of his worries, earlier, he thought Percy is the name of your boyfriend.

He's glad that it's the name of your pet cat and he's snuggling up to him once Felix has done drying him. Percy is an adorable calico cat and a chatty one. He keeps meowing at him, probably asking for treats.

You've been in your room for quite some time and it's impolite to look through your kitchen cabinets to find the cat food.

He'll give you a few more minutes, then he'll knock on your door to ask where you keep it.

The noise Percy makes seems to call you out of your room and you have changed your clothes into blue jeans and a white blouse.

Even though what you're wearing is something simple, you're stunning still.

"I hear you. I hear you, Percy!" You shout back at the feline that doesn't stop meowing at you.

Felix chuckles witnessing this strange yet adorable interaction, it's making him miss having a pet of his own.

You reach the top cabinet to grab a box of cat treats and Felix's eyes catch the exposed skin of your stomach when you did that.

He looks away immediately and clears his throat.

Percy starts spinning on the kitchen counter at the sight of the treats you're bringing to him, "he always does that to get more treats from me," you share with Felix.

"Do you want to feed him?"

"Sure!"

You pour a handful of treats into his open palm and he puts it in front of Percy. He doesn't waste time gobbling on it.

"Good boy!" Felix coos while brushing the top of his head.

"I think he likes you," you say while putting the carton back in the top cabinet.

"You think so?"

You nod and lean against the kitchen counter, "he's usually hostile towards men."

Felix smiles upon hearing that. To have your pet rooting for him that's something, that's a win. It assures him that he's on the right track.

It starts raining outside and Felix checks the time to see that it's almost dinner time already.

"Should we order something? For dinner?" You ask as if you read his mind.

"Good idea!" He responds.

You pick up the phone and start looking at the restaurant fliers stuck on the door of the fridge, "what should we be having?"

Then you turn at him in one swift move as if something just flashed right through your head, "Oh my God, the musical play!"

It's what he has been anticipating to do with you but now that he's in your apartment and playing with your pet, he likes where he is, he belongs at this moment.

"We can always go next time," he says, wishing for a hopeful turns out even though the night is still young.

Percy is sitting on the armrest of the sofa while the two of you having dinner on the carpeted floor with the sound of the rain filling the silence.

In this nice setting, Felix uses it to explain one thing. He drinks his water and licks his lips before speaking, "I'm late to apologize to you," he begins.

You put down your chopstick to listen to him talking, "for what?"

"That I didn't call you right away," he answers.

"Well, you called and you're here now," you simply resolved.

"Still, I owe you an explanation," he says while looking right into your eyes.

"I was out of town to perform at a festival. I got busy practicing and I don't think it would be wise to call you late at night," he speaks in a calm manner and apologetic eyes.

You stare at him for a few seconds and your eyes are so hypnotic he can't stop looking into them.

"I appreciate you for telling and I accept your apology," you say with a smile.

This moment is tender and so is the gaze you're giving him, he feels wrapped in an invisible cloak of warmth and comfort.

He wants to be in this moment forever.

-

Your phone rings with a reminder to give Percy his medicine.

You've done it a handful of times so it's not much of a hassle for you. It doesn't even take you a minute, you give him gentle scratches before letting him roam around the room to play by himself.

You return to the living room to see Felix looking at your desk, probably reading the cards you're working on.

He seems to be reading the defect one you keep in a separate tray.

He sees you watching him yet he remains calm, he proceeds to read the one he's reading.

"You also write letters for people?" He asks.

You shake your head, "No, I only do it for my grandparents. They used to exchange love letters when they were young."

You stand next to him to show him one of the old love letters you used as an example and that you have for safekeeping.

"Every anniversary, I write a love letter for my grandmother on behalf of my grandfather. His hands are too shaky to write letters now," you further explain.

Felix nods as he gazes in awe at how old the letter is and that the envelope itself is torn at the seams.

"Do you mind if I read this one?" he says, pointing to the one he read a while ago.

"Not at all. Please!" You allow him and lean against the desk facing him.

He takes the paper and starts to read it out loud.

"My tenderness, my happiness, what words can I write for you? Despite the hundreds of letters I've penned you, I still don't know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you. Such agitation—and such divine peace: melting clouds immersed in sunshine—mounds of happiness.

And I am floating with you, in you, aflame and melting—and whole life with you is like the movement of clouds, their airy, quiet falls, their lightness and smoothness, and the heavenly variety of outline and tint—my inexplicable love. I can't explain these cirrus-cumulus sensations."

Felix finishes reading with a delightful sigh and his eyes are back on you again, "it's so beautiful," he says with a mix of awe and slight shock.

You softly chuckle in response. If only you can tell him the way he reads it makes it more beautiful.

"I'll like it more if I know what cirrus cumulus is," he playfully remarks.

You chuckle again, "they are types of clouds," you answer his curiosity.

"Ah!"

"My grandfather was a mariner."

"Wow, you're so smart!" He sincerely compliments you from the way he said it full of awe.

"Why? You feel intimidated?" You joke.

"A lot!" He shortly replies.

"Someone shouldn't have this many charms, you know?"

He's indirectly praising you and it's safe to say he's flirting with you, you can feel your cheeks heating, flustered.

You turn your back to him to put the old letter back into your drawer and say, "it's a pity that people don't write love letters anymore."

Felix nods in agreement, "yeah, receiving a love letter through an email is kind of... corny?"

The moment your eyes landed on each other's again, you both burst into laughs at the thought of it.

You used to think that the space is already full with only you and Percy, turns out, having Felix in here makes you realize that you still have a lot of space to fill.

-

It's getting late and the rain has stopped pouring.

Percy is sleeping on his sleeping mat in the corner of the room, curling into a ball, creating a cute swirl of orange, black, and white on his fur coat.

"The taxi will arrive in a few minutes," you inform him after ordering a ride home for him through the phone.

"Thanks," Felix replies.

He gets a little sad that the night is about to end and that he has to part with you soon. He consoles himself with the excitement that he'll meet you again soon.

Which reminds him of something, he approaches as you return from turning off the light on your desk.

"Are you busy next Friday?" He asks. He wanted to look anywhere but your eyes, knowing that they'll only make him nervous.

Somehow your eyes always succeed in attracting him to look.

"Next Friday?" you ask back for confirmation.

Felix is aware of the proximity, you stand mere inches away from his, and he can easily take your hands if he wants to.

He puts his hands behind him to resist the urge, "My school is having this dance ball and everyone is given a plus-one ticket," he explains.

He nervously wipes his palms on the back of his jeans, "I can't think of anyone to come to this ball with but you," he finishes.

He let out a low, shaky breath. You don't seem to be excited or opposed to the idea. You look rather confused like you don't know what to do with his invitation.

"I don't dance," you stutter.

"We don't have to dance or anything. I want you to come," he quickly adds, hoping that you wouldn't feel burdened with the request.

"I want you to come with me," he says again, almost desperately.

"I don't know," you vaguely answer, "I have to check my schedule first for that."

Felix repeatedly nods and it's better than you flatly rejecting him on the spot.

"You don't have to answer now. Take as much time as you can," he assures you.

You nod and the sound of your phone ringing startles you, "I guess it's the taxi," you say.

No shit, parting is such a sweet sorrow.

He takes a long look at you as you linger by the doorway, waving your hand at him, "thank you for today!"

"No, thank you for today!" He says back with a gentle smile.

You flash him a smile before closing the door and the only good thing about parting is knowing that the moment you meet again, it'll be so, so sweet.

-

You don't have to wait for the knocking, you recognize your brother's footsteps and he's right outside your door.

"Oh, the thing I do for you," he's complaining already with his jacket damp from walking under the rain.

Percy senses that his least favorite person just entered his territory and he starts hissing at him.

Your brother glares at him, "do you think I want this too?"

Percy growls at him and he never did that to anyone but your brother.

Your brother decides to ignore him and hugs you, "Don't worry, we'll be fine!"

His expression turns sour when he notices that you're still in your sweatpants and worn-out t-shirt.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?"

You frown and meekly say, "I don't think I can go."

"What are you talking about?" He asks in disbelief. His eyes widen and are about to pop out of their sockets.

You hug yourself feeling so incredibly small in front of him, not only because he has a bigger body frame than you but because he's the only one who is capable to make you openly vulnerable to him.

"I can't. I'll only embarrass myself," you sadly say.

You can see that he's disappointed in you but refrains from telling you.

He rests one hand against the dining table and says, "okay then I'll just go back home."

You immediately grab his hand, not letting him go, "no, don't go!"

He goes to grab the jacket he hung a minute ago, "I'm here to make sure your cat takes his medicine on time while you're out to have fun at the dance ball," he says.

"But since you decided not to go then you don't need me anymore," he finishes with a sinister smile.

He's not just disappointed at you, he's mad and he's the type to give you the silent treatment and when that happens, it's all very frustrating for you.

You grab his hand again to stop him from taking his jacket, "I'm so scared," you blurt out.

He turns to look at you to give you a chance to explain yourself.

It's not easy for you to talk about your feelings and your hands start to shake, "I like him so much and I'm so scared that I'll ruin it," 

"I think that it's better if I didn't go," your voice is quivering at the end of the sentence.

Your brother put your hand away from his wrist and holds it, "come here!"

He pulls you into a hug and stays like that for a good minute, it's comforting and safe, he's truly someone you can rely on.

"You like him that much, mmh?" He asks as he's gently patting your back.

You nod with your eyes closed to prevent yourself from crying.

"More than you like me?"

"No," you strongly deny.

He laughs and brushes your hair endearingly, his chest heaving as he draws a deep breath which makes you unconsciously follow suit.

"If you didn't go then how would he know that you like him?"

He pulls away just enough to put a space between your bodies and looks at your face, "do you think this chance will come again?"

That makes you think very hard and clearly about every possible scenario of how things would turn out but each time you only focus on the negative outcomes.

It does not always have to be that way, there's a fifty percent chance that things may go your way and that's not a bad deal.

"Are you sure you're not going to regret it?"

You don't have to think long to know the answer and you think your brother knows it too.

You hate to admit that your brother is right and he's always damn right.

"We all do embarrassing things, not just you. We all do and that's okay, that's something to laugh about in the future," he squeezes your shoulder to make sure his words seep into you.

You look at the time and you only have fifteen minutes until the dance ball starts while you have so many things to do beforehand. Dress, hair, make-up... you wouldn't make it on time.

You're dreading it all over again.

"Even if I go, I don't have much time left," you weakly tell him.

Your brother lets out his dramatic sigh then he shakes your shoulders to wake your whole body.

"It doesn't matter whether you'll be late or not," he tells you then ruffles your hair into a mess.

"What matters is you come!!!"

He turns your around and steers you to your bedroom, "Go get ready, I'll help you with the rest!"

-

Felix has been waiting outside.

He's waiting by the entrance of the ballroom and all of his friends are already inside, dancing with their partners and probably on their fifth glass of champagne already.

He checks his phone but there's no message, no missed calls, nothing from you. It's only making him more groggy that he starts pacing back and forth.

An hour has passed and he starts to doubt you'll be coming, he sits on the steps that lead to the ballroom, loosening his tie a little.

A few of his friends are also outside smoking and silently pitying him for being ditched by his date.

Still, Felix doesn't want to think ill of you. He tries to think positively, that maybe you have a more important thing to do or that you're unable to go.

And maybe, just maybe, you simply don't want to come and that's okay.

He takes his phone out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket and composes a new text message.

He thinks it over on what to say to you, to let you know that he's alright if you choose not to come and there's always a next time.

Next time is better than nothing at all.

He's about to press send when he sees someone walking up the steps toward him.

You're lifting the hem of your dress to make it easy for you to walk and the heels you're wearing clicking against the floor. He knows you're struggling with what you're wearing but the smile on your face tells him that doesn't matter to you.

And that's so attractive to him. He's glad that some of his peers get to witness this.

He rushes to help you walk up the rest of the steps by offering his hand which you eagerly take, you almost stumble at one point but he's quick to steady you.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, you laugh it off and say, "I'm sorry I'm late."

You're here with him now and that's enough.

He should have said it out loud and let you know that, except that his brain started to malfunction. He stops walking at the end of the steps to take a good look at you, to take everything in.

You're wearing a dress in a terracotta color and your hair is down, a smile doesn't wear off your face as you look back at him.

"You're so beautiful," he praises and that's the only truth.

"Thank you and you too," you praise back.

"Well except..." your hand reaches for his tie and goes to fix it, "now you're ready!"

He can feel his heart expands twice its size and beating so fast, he also can hear its beating in his ears.

He shouldn't waste more time, he offers his arm for you and you loop your hand around his arm, letting him sweep you off your feet on the dancefloor.

-

It's hard to look into his eyes and not to feel a thing.

His hands are on your waist and yours are on his shoulders, your body moves so awkwardly but Felix patiently guides you, swaying to the slow rhythm of the music.

"You said you don't know how to dance," he says with an impressed smile.

"I do," you assure him.

"This is not bad at all," he comments.

"That's because my brother gave me a short lesson," you shyly admit.

You know for certain that Felix isn't going to make fun of anything you said, he's too good to stoop that low. Therefore you don't have to worry about telling him things like this.

"Your brother is a dancer?"

You shake your head, "he's a rugby player."

A confusing look masked Felix's face and you understand why. No one gets it but your brother is one of a kind and you're very proud to have him in your life.

"Let's say, he's good at so many things," you simply resolve.

"Ah..." Felix responds with a nod of agreement.

The night feels so young, so hopeful, so magical and it feels like a dream to you. However, the next thing you know it's the last dance for the night.

You blame it on the fact that you came here so late but everyone else already got tired and there are only a few couples left on the dance floor.

"May I have the last dance?" Felix asks with one knee bent and a hand at you.

You put the champagne flute and put your hand on him, "yes, please."

He takes you with him back to the dance floor and you both stand facing each other, waiting for the music to start to play.

Felix places one hand on your waist and the other on your hand, once the music starts playing, you both start dancing.

You're following the instructions he gave you earlier, you only need to trust him and follow him.

And you're doing exactly those two things.

Goodness, Felix looks so stunning in his black suit and his slicked-back hair. His freckles, his smile, his kind eyes, just everything about him complement each other so well.

He's just so perfect and it makes you wonder if you deserve to be in this place, to have this dance with him.

You make a wrong step and you end up tripping over his foot, again, Felix catches your right on time.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he steady you.

You keep in mind that it's okay, embarrassing things like this are something to laugh about in the future.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

"Should we stop?"

You shake your head, "it's the last dance so..." you shrug and put your hands back on his shoulders.

"Okay," Felix also put his hands back on your waist and starts guiding you to sway, moving around the dance floor.

This is what you'll be missed if you didn't come and God, aren't you glad to come?

When you think about it, everything that has happened with Felix, how you met in a random place, how you met again for the second time in another random place, the failed date, and now, this.

The rose he gave you might have withered and died but not with your feelings as you feel them blooming into something you don't know what it is yet.

This chance will never come again nor is a person like him.

You put your hands around his neck and close the gap between your bodies, you feel his body stiffens against you, perhaps he gets a little surprised by the proximity.

A while later, you find his hand wrapped around your waist as he gently rests the side of his face against you, cheek to cheek.

You feel his warm breath a second before he speaks into your ear, "Thank you for coming!"

But you know those words mean more than just that.

-

All things come to an end, even the good things.

His heart gets heavier the closer his car gets to your apartment building, somehow it feels worse than waiting for you to come.

To conclude, he's better at waiting than letting you go.

He gets out of the car once he parked it to walk to the entrance of your apartment building, stopping just right by the elevator.

"I had fun tonight," you say to him while clutching your purse in front of you.

"Me too," he says back with a sheepish smile.

The empty lobby amplifies the feeling that tonight only belongs to you and him, which makes him reluctant to end the night with a goodbye.

He doesn't want it to end, he wants it to last forever.

The elevator chimes as it arrives and again, Felix finds himself in a situation that needed him to act in a such short amount of time.

One look into your eyes and he knows he wants to lose himself in them.

He catches your hand and takes a step closer, "Can I—" he aborts his plan to ask first and just go ahead with his guts.

Slowly, he presses a kiss on your lips and places his hand on your jaw, holding you still as he kisses you.

He lets the kiss lasts for a moment before letting it go.

Your eyes are still closed and the sight of your wet lips entices him to kiss you again.

He doesn't have it in him to resist the temptation, he places his lips on you again and you return the kiss this time, opening your mouth for him.

He's more than eager to deepen the kiss, tasting more of you.

This time, you pull away but keep your forehead presses against his, foolishly smiling at each other at how those kisses felt. Which are not less than what they're supposed to be, of something right, of something fated.

And when he least expected it, you come up with the question he wanted to ask.

You slide your hands up to his neck and clung to him, "do you want to go upstairs?"

-

Felix is standing behind you as you unlock the door.

Without having to look, you can feel his eyes on you, and the body heat he's emitting, makes you guess how close he is.

You hold the urge and push the door open, "come in!"

Felix steps into your apartment and his eyes widen in surprise, you got curious at what he's seeing.

It's your brother and he's sleeping on your sofa, "I don't know that he's—"

You stop explaining and come to your brother's side, gently shaking his body to wake him up while muttering curses under your breath.

"Wake up! It's late!" You say through your gritted teeth.

You accidentally slap his cheek a little too hard but it works to wake him up, he fumbles to get up from the sofa. He looks around, disoriented.

"Why are you still here?"

"I fell asleep," your brother answers them yawning.

"Can you please go now?" You plead while keeping it low to not let Felix hear the conversation.

"Okay, I'll call for a taxi home," he slurs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I mean now. Right now!" You insist.

Using your eyes, you gesture to Felix standing in the middle of the room watching you talk to your brother.

"Oh shit, is this the bus guy?" He asks in surprise.

Your brother shakes his head to summon his senses back into his head, "I mean, you're the dancer."

Felix awkwardly waves at him and politely smiles, "hi!"

"Don't worry, I'm just her gay brother," your brother adds.

You wince again and wish that you can disappear or someone removed him from this scene.

But since Felix already sees everything, you decide to properly introduce your brother to him.

"This is my brother," you tell him and awkwardly stand there between them.

Felix is the one who comes up and offers his hand to your brother for a handshake, "Hello, I'm Felix."

Your brother nods with a cryptic smile plastered on his face, he looks inexplicably masculine with his hand gripping Felix's lithe hand.

He gives Felix a long assessing look, it's just this thing he does to anyone who gets close to you. It's a brother thing.

"I play rugby, you know," he suddenly says and no one asks him anything about his job.

Felix nods, "yes, I've been told you are a rugby player."

Your brother nods again and gives him an approving smile, then finally, he lets go of the handshake. You see Felix's hand turns pale and you glare at your brother.

"Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Felix asks.

"Not at all!" You answer and it's better like this, you're not going to let him be around your brother for too long.

"You're taking him here!" Your brother the second Felix closes the door of the bathroom.

You ignore him and grab his jacket, you hand it to him so he can put it on.

"You know what that means, right?" He slips his muscular arms into the sleeves of his jacket, "you're going to have sex with him!"

You groan at him and get him up from the sofa with all of your strength, "can you say that any louder?"

He gets up on his own and you push him in the direction of the door, "do you know what you're supposed to do, right?"

"Shush it!" You remind him that Felix can hear all of this.

He abruptly stops to look at you, "you have condoms?"

"Please, just go!" You desperately beg.

Your brother gets it, he lets out a sigh and then goes to give you a quick hug, "call me if anything happened or has not happened," he jokes.

You scoff and open the door for him, waving your hand at him until he enters the elevator.

"Where's your brother?" Felix asks once he returns from the bathroom.

"He left," you answer.

"I didn't get to say bye to him," he sadly says which is very cute of him that he worries about making a good impression on your brother.

And now that it's only the two of you in the apartment, apart from Percy who's snoring on his pillow, the tension is back and it doubles with every passing second.

The sight of your bedroom is tempting but you're not ready for that yet.

You think of something to keep things going and not to kill the buzz.

"Wine?"

-

It's the wine.

Felix believes that's the reason why he's telling you all of these things about himself, from the food he likes to the student who silently hates him.

He can see that you intently listen to him, asking everything that intrigues you, reacting to his jokes, and laughing along with him.

It's rare to find someone he wants to spend all night just talking to.

The bottle of wine is almost empty and the night is getting late, Percy's snoring is getting louder as well.

"I already expected that your brother would be so big because you mentioned he's a rugby player," He says then take the last sip of his wine.

"But I didn't know he would be that big," he emphasizes the word to describe your brother's enormous presence.

You laugh in response while tucking your hair behind your ear.

"He's hunky, I like it," Felix adds.

"Oh? You like him?" You ask with a slick smile and an eyebrow raised.

He puts his wine glass away to not risk him dropping it as he laughs.

"I'll let him know," you joke back.

The two of you are sitting on the sofa with a space in between and maybe it's you that keeps luring him in or maybe it's him seeking your warmth, wanting to stay close to you.

He realizes that the gap is closing as his knee bumps yours and in this proximity, he can feel that his brain is about to short-circuit.

He quickly thinks of something witty to say before everything that comes out of his mouth is pure idiocy.

"You can also tell him that I like his sister more," he doesn't mean to blurt it out like that but it happens because he's on the verge of imploding. Also, he wants you to know that.

It takes you a second to get what he said and you look down at your lap, flustered.

That's just so cute to him.

He reaches for your face and put his hand under your chin, he tilts your head to meet his gaze. Slowly, he leans in and you lean in as well, making the gap between your bodies turns nonexistent.

"I like you too," you say back to him with a smile.

There's no perfect way to capture this moment than with a kiss, a kiss that conveys how happy he is to know that you reciprocate his feeling.

He wraps his hand around you and you scoot closer to him like two opposites of magnet that attract one another.

A smile lingers on your face with your eyes still closed after you pull away, "want to know something?"

He puts his other arm around your shoulders and lets you rest your head on it, "yes."

"I almost didn't come to the dance ball tonight," you confess and the eyes you're giving him right now tell him that you're being honest.

He grabs your free hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, "why?"

"Being in a new place, in a crowd, they're not my specialties," you tell him with a grimace.

"And I don't like going out. I like staying at home."

Felix nods and brings your hand close to his mouth so he can kiss your knuckle, "is that why you were late?"

You nod.

"What makes you decide to come?"

"My brother," you shortly replied.

Felix nods again and softly sigh, "well, that makes me like him more," he playfully remarks.

"Oh?" You exclaim in a slight shock and your fingers are closing around his.

He gives you a long peck on the lips as a token of gratitude for being willing to come and try new things with him.

He appreciates the effort so much and that only makes him fall deeper into you. There's no escape at this point.

He's in love, through and through.

-

Percy likes to come to your bedroom and climbs into your bed, he'll try to wake you up in the morning.

To prevent that, you carefully close the door of your bedroom and try not to make any sound in the process.

When the knob clicks in place, you sigh in relief and turn to face Felix, who's looking nervous but looking so cool doing it.

"You have a nice room," he stutters, a hand scratching the back of his head.

"Thank you," you mutter.

Indeed, you haven't had a man coming to your place and staying the night over, it feels like the first time all over again. Now you're older and hopefully wiser, you know it's going to be different this time around.

For a start, you know that you like Felix and you fully consent to what is about to happen in your bedroom, sexually or not.

Felix's presence in your room doesn't make you feel that he's invading your space in a way that most people do.

It's just as if he belongs here, close to you.

"Can you help me take off my dress?" You ask.

You see his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat and you take it that he doesn't expect that request comes from you, "sure."

The dress has been weighing you all night, you didn't feel bothered by it earlier because of the adrenaline rush and you were having such a great time with Felix to focus on the inconvenience.

Hours passed and now you can feel your shoulders sagging because of it.

You turn around as he walks up to you then put your hair to one side to show him the zipper of the dress.

The sound of the zipper being parted open against the quiet of your room intensifies the tension in the room.

When you thought it was done once the zipper reached its end but no, Felix softly caresses the exposed skin with just the tip of his fingers, light and featherlike, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering inside you.

You turn your head to look at him but his lips welcomed you instead, you spin your body around to face him, and have your lips locked with him again.

Felix parted the dress open and let it falls onto the floor, pooling around your ankle while you impatiently unbutton his shirt without looking.

All clothes are off the moment you both hit the bed and he hovers above you, kissing you wherever he can land his plush lips on.

Felix's hand goes down to touch your heating core and it feels hot the moment they make contact.

It gives you the idea to do the same for him, you slide your hand down to his abdomen and keep going south until your hand meets his semi-hard cock.

Gently, you wrap your hand around it and stroke it, up and down, up and down.

You both sense that none of you want to waste time anymore, you kiss him before telling him where you keep the condom.

"It's inside the drawer," you pointed to the small drawer next to the bed.

Felix takes it in a matter of seconds, he unwraps the foil wrapper with his hand and securely rolls it down his length. He smiles as he crawls over to you, kissing you again before positioning himself between your legs.

You spread your legs wider for him and did it without thinking or else you wouldn't do it at all.

Felix rubs his hands up and down your thighs, once in a while, he teases your clit by circling it with his thumb.

The breathing exercise you usually do whenever you're anxious can't help you in this type of situation, but you remind yourself that it's just excitement, lust, desire, everything mixed into one.

You moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, he smears your essence all over then finally pushes into you.

A loud moan rips out of you.

Felix abruptly stops moving, he gently rubs your thighs again.

"Are you okay?" He softly asks.

You believe it's just nerve and try to relax by taking a few deep breaths.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

With that being said, Felix pushes into you again and you moan in pain, "Oh my God!"

"Do I hurt you?" His voice is heavy with concern.

You shake your head. You don't know how to tell him about it but you know it'll be an embarrassing thing to say.

 "It's just..."

"Mmh?" He props his hands on each side of you with his face merely inches away from yours, "It's okay, tell me."

You cover your eyes as if it would help you hide from him, "I think you're just too big for me," you meekly answers.

There's a moment of silence, he is probably at a loss for words to respond to you and you understand why.

A while later, he takes your hands from covering your face and makes you look at him, "should we stop?"

"No," you answer rather too quickly and that makes you sound eager.

You put your hand on his neck and say, "I just need to relax."

"Okay," he gives you a peck on the lips before he pulls out of you to lay by your side.

He pulls the duvet to cover both of your bodies and he puts his arm out to be your pillow.

"I'm sorry," you sadly say, it's the last thing you want to do which is ruining this moment.

He softly chuckles and kisses your nose, "this is nothing to be sorry about," he consoles you.

You put your hand across his muscular chest and look at him, "I'm nervous because I haven't done it in a long time," you openly share with him.

He has the right to know that it's not him, it's you.

"I know," he casually says.

You jerk your head back in surprise, "how?"

"I heard you and your brother talking before he left," he answers with a cheeky smile.

You wince in pain and embarrassment, he heard everybody your brother said to you about you not having sex for a long time.

You groan and slump in your pillow, you pull the duvet over your head to hide from him.

"That's so embarrassing..." you grumble and your voice is muffled.

Felix follows suit and hides under the cover with you, "found you!"

You giggle as he pulls your body close to him and touches you under the cover, sneaky and soft, it's romantic and arousing at once.

"I'm also nervous because I'm doing it with you," you tell him but you don't feel embarrassed to let him know this.

"Why? Am I intimidating?" He asks with a sly smile.

You shake your head no and bring your mouth close to his ear, "because you're so hot."

You don't know what got into you next because you find yourself gently biting his ear shell.

His face turns red and his cheeks blushed profusely, it seems like you've just discovered his sensitivity spot.

-

The little giggles you let out as he plants ticklish kisses on your neck are so adorable yet aroused him so much.

His cock is impossibly hard and swollen, that little taste he got when he entered you earlier keeps replaying in the back of his head.

Fuck, you feel so good, so tight and it was only the tip. He can't imagine what it would be like to be fully buried inside you, don't think he'll last long.

"Felix," you softly call him.

He drags his mouth back to your lips and gives you a quick peck, "yes?"

You hold his small face in your hands and say, "let's try again," you say.

He's more than eager to cater to you but he needs to make sure you're not pressured to do this. Consent always comes first to him.

He softly kisses your inner arm for a second, "are you sure? You don't have to do it, you know?"

You shake your head, "I want this," you pause to land a long kiss on his lips, "so very much."

And that's low-key the sexiest thing a girl can say to him.

Somehow the break you both took helps him relax too and reminds him to take his time, not to rush it.

Felix starts by kissing you down until his mouth lands on your cunt, he wants to properly prepare you this time. He knows what to do with his mouth and to relax you with it, by running his tongue down your slit repeatedly, making it slick with his spit.

And gently, he sucks your clit and teases it with the tip of his tongue.

You're moaning and it's getting hot under the cover you throw it to the side, exposing both of you to the cool night air.

"You like that?" He asks with his head between your legs.

"Yes," you immediately answer.

Your hands reach for his head and bring him to hover above you again, not hesitating to kiss his mouth smeared with your essence.

Now, that is the second sexiest thing you've done tonight.

Felix concludes everything too early, he forgets the night is still young and you're still waiting for him with your legs spread open once again.

His hand gently holds you by the waist as he enters you, slowly and carefully, he makes sure to not cause any discomfort to you.

He feels your hand holding him by the nape of his neck, "Good?"

You nod with a smile that reassures him you're alright.

That's when he allows himself to indulge in the pleasure of entering you, have his cock sheathed inside your warm, velvety walls.

Deep, low growls escaped his mouth at the sight of his cock fully disappearing inside you.

He looks at your face so still with your mouth parted open, whimpering in pleasure.

He crashes his mouth against you and you return it with the same eagerness.

"You feel so good," he murmurs the second he pulls away from the kiss.

You smile against his lips and put your hands around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss.

Felix never takes sex as just sex, as just a mere physical fulfillment. That's why he rarely have sex just for the sake of it, he only wants to have sex with people whom he wants to truly bond with to seek a deeper, meaningful relationship. Call him boring but that's just how it is for him.

And this, what he has with you makes him believe that you're the one he's been looking for.

Felix takes your hand and flips over your hand on the bed, he slips his hand into yours, it's perfect like he's meant to hold it. He gives your cheek the softest of caress as he looks into your eyes, "I know it's early to say this," he says.

Your hand curves under his arm with your fingers tenderly trailing his shoulder blade, "yeah?"

"I want to be with you," he confesses and his heart quivering, a mix of excitement and fear mixed into one in his chest.

Your gaze softens at the sudden confession, "you do?"

He nods then swipes his thumb over your lips, "I want to be with you. I want you to fill my days and nights. I want you to be a part of my life."

He gives your lips the lightest yet most loving kiss he could give you as his heart aches and it only proves to him that his feelings are real for you.

"Do you want to be with me?" He asks.

You bring his face close to yours and give him almost the same tender kiss but with a steadfast conviction you answer him, "yes, I do."

Ain't he glad that he had just the last rose for you that day?

-

ONE YEAR LATER.

The dress suddenly shrinks in size and you struggle to fit yourself in it. It was fine when you try it on last night but that's with the help of your brother.

You can't possibly gain extra weight in a span of one night. You huff and try again for the last time, you successfully zipped up the dress by holding your breath for a few seconds.

One last look in the mirror, checking your make-up and hair then you're ready to go.

You pull open the door to find Felix already waiting in the living room, playing with Percy on the sofa. His head turns in your direction, noticing that you finally come out of the room.

His face instantly lights up when his eyes land on you.

"I'm ready!" You tell him.

He gets up from the sofa and takes a moment to admire you, his eyes traveling up and down your body.

Felix holds his hand out at you, "shall we?"

You place your hand on his and let him sweep you off your feet.

-

As long as he's with you he doesn't care about anything else.

Felix knows you'd prefer having a romantic dinner in the house than anywhere else. Comfort has to come first to ensure that the two of you have a great time tonight.

You highly approved the dinner that he cooked and the wine he bought for tonight, now he hopes you like the song he chooses for the dance.

"You're getting good at it," he says with an impressed smile then gives you a twirl.

"That's because you're a good teacher," you say back and let him pull you close until your back meets his chest.

He puts his arms wrapped around you and sways both of your bodies to the slow beat of the song and you rest your head on his shoulder, giving him access to easily kiss you on the lips.

He'll always treasure this moment with you and keep it close to his heart.

The only one who gets impatient as he unpacks a box of chocolate bonbon is Percy and he probably thinks it has his treats inside of it. He can see from the way he keeps spinning on the sofa.

"I'm sorry to tell you Percy but it's not for you," you say to him and scoop him onto your lap.

It would be petty of him to be jealous of how you treat your pet cat but he feels left out when Percy keeps putting his paw on your chin and starts nibbling on your lips. You put him away a few times but he keeps on licking your lips.

You warn him over and over again but he keeps on doing that.

"I'll get him his treats," you say, excusing yourself to the kitchen.

Percy starts to spin around on the floor at the sound of the treats hitting his feeding bowl while softly meowing at you.

You squat next to him and scratch his back, "you had your dinner so you can't have too much."

Now it feels like he's the one third-wheeling you, "babe, come here!" He says and failed to not sound like he's jealous.

You walk up to him and sit next to him on the sofa, he's got one piece of chocolate in his hand for you.

You take the whole piece at once, chewing on it with your cheeks looking puffy.

"Good?"

You nod and take a different piece of chocolate from the box, it's your turn to feed it to him.

He holds your wrist as he takes it into his mouth then sneakily licks your fingers while slyly smiling at you.

"Happy Valentine's day, my love!" He softly kisses the back of your hand.

"Happy Valentine's day," you say back and lean in to kiss him.

Felix doesn't want to waste this opportunity, he deepens the kiss and tastes chocolate in you. If only you know, between the two, you taste much sweeter.

"We met a year ago," you say in disbelief.

"Yeah and I was sad that I didn't get your number," Felix admits.

You gently hit his chest and he groans in pain, "Ouch!"

"I was standing there the whole time and you didn't say anything!" You tell him with your eyes almost out of their sockets.

He quickly takes your hand and pulls you close, "I know but I was so nervous, you're so beautiful, babe," he explains his reasons while pressing his face to the side of your head.

He turns your head to make you face him, "I was so captivated."

You scoff then pout at him, "you're lucky because I got called for a job that day when we met again."

"You're lucky that I decided to go home early that day," he says back at you.

You grab the collar of his shirt and say, "Or else..."

"Or else..." he repeats your words and leans in, his lips only an inch away from yours.

"We wouldn't be here now," you say.

"And?"

"We wouldn't have this conversation."

His eyes are focusing on your lips, "Uh-huh."

"And you wouldn't be able to kiss these lips," you say with a seductive smile.

He tips his head to the side, impressed that you can easily read his mind. He can hardly wait anymore, he kisses you with all of his heart, pouring all of his love for you.

His hands start to wander by themselves like they have minds of their own and start touching you, tracing every curve of your body, feeling you all over with the dress separating his palm from touching your silky smooth skin.

"Do you like my dress?" You ask against his lips.

"No," he replies.

"I hate it, loathe it, despise it."

You shot him a deadly glare in return for his spiteful words.

"I want to take it off of you," he whispers with his breath tickling your ear.

Or else... he wouldn't be here openly saying he wanted to undress you.

One year doesn't change the way he sees your body, he'll never get enough of it no matter how many times he has seen it.

It's a body that recognizes his touches and he knows where to touch you right, a body that's so sensitive to the faintest of his fingertips on you.

You whine as you slowly ease yourself on him and he brushes all of your hair to the side to plant kisses on your neck.

"Still too big for you, mmh?" He teases.

You scoff as you look at him, "oh please, don't get cocky!"

Both of you let out a collective gasp as you managed to all of him. He holds you still as he presses a haste kiss on your lips, hungry for more of your taste in his mouth.

It's not just sex with you, it's making a sweet, sweet love.

The way you move against him and enjoy pleasing him, that's just so sexy to him.

He cups your face and takes a closer look at your face, a face that he missed seeing even in his sleep.

"You're so beautiful, love," he murmurs with loving eyes.

He can tell that you like when he praises you like this from the way you clench around him.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he murmurs another praise at you.

That seems to arouse you more that you quicken the pace and it does him no good, you're driving him to the edge.

Your moans grow louder, your grip becomes tighter and your nails dug deeper into his skin.

"Want to cum," you whine with your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

"Yes, baby?" Felix's brain is clouded with pleasure to properly function.

You sloppily kiss him on the mouth, "want to cum together with you," you breathlessly say against his lips.

"But baby, if you keep clenching around me I'll not last long," he tells you with a sly grin plastered on his face.

He grabs your waist and takes control of your body, forcing you to slow the pace down. Eventually, you follow the pace he sets and change your movement by rolling your hips in circular motions.

"You're getting too good at this," he complains but with zero annoyance in his voice.

You giggle and pull him for a kiss, "why? Do you mind?"

"Not at all!"

He takes a handful of your hair as he kisses you deep and hard with tongues and teeth clashing inside your mouth. The kisses steal all of the air in your lungs that you have to pull away first.

Felix keeps your head resting against his and syncing his breathing with you, two bodies move in unison.

This very moment is tender and intimate, he believes he will never experience this with anyone else but you.

The fact that he met you again that day tells him that this is indeed fate, he's destined to be with you.

"I love you," he softly mutters with an endearing caress on your cheek.

You smile as your gaze softens, "I love you too," you say back without a beat.

Or else... he wouldn't be this happy to hear you say it back to him.

-

Percy sits on your stomach and has been meowing right at your face for you don't know how long.

"Be quiet!" You slur with your eyes still closed.

He starts to nuzzle his head at you and nibble on your nose, you cover your face with your hand to stop him.

"Percy, be quiet!" You tell him again.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only seven in the morning and you can get at least half an hour more of sleep.

"You're hungry, huh?" You ask as you sleepily pat his furry head.

He meows in response.

"Give me a minute, okay?" You tell him. You need a few minutes to gather your thoughts and rub the sleep off your eyes.

Felix eventually got bothered by Percy's continuous mewl, he turns on the bed and put his hand across your chest.

"Stay," he mumbles.

Percy puts his tiny paw on Felix's hand and pushes it off of you, he let out a loud meow at him.

Felix's eyes snap open and he glances at you, "is he telling me not to hold you?"

You laugh in confusion because you only discovered now that Percy can be so possessive over you.

"I think so, yeah," you answer.

Felix pats Percy on the head, "I thought we agree to share, buddy," he says to him.

Percy aggressively mewls at him with fangs out and everything.

"Percy!" You scold him and cuddle his face to stop him from making screeching noises.

"He's hungry," you say and turn your head at Felix.

"I'm afraid I can't stay," you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Felix kisses your bare shoulder and nuzzles his head into your neck, "stay," he mutters close to your ear.

You put your hand in his hair, his soft locks slipping through your fingers and you're more than tempted to spend the morning cuddling with him.

"I want to but Percy—" your words got cut off as Felix places a kiss on your neck with his teeth faintly biting the skin.

"That's not fair," you whine but not doing anything to stop him.

"Mmh? What is it, baby?" Felix pretends not to hear you and continues making a trail of kisses down the column of your throat.

Percy's mewl interrupts both of you and Felix sighs in defeat, he knows he's not going to stop mewling until you feed him.

You give him a long, lingering kiss to console him, "I'm sorry, baby."

Felix smiles in return and rests his head back onto his pillow, "Do you mind if I get more sleep?"

"Not at all!" 

He demands one more kiss from you before you leave and close the bedroom door.

After filling Percy's bowl, you don't feel like cooking breakfast this morning. You decide to make a quick run to the bakery across the street to get a few pastries and a latte for Felix.

On the way back, you pick up a few mails from your letterbox and clutch everything in your arms.

Percy greets you with his happy mewls and trails behind you as you place everything you carry onto the dining table.

You check your mail to see if there's a work-related one, instead, you found one. You flip the letter to see who the sender is and you gasp in surprise to see that it's from Felix.

You bring the letter with you as you jog to your bedroom with Percy still trailing behind you.

You jump onto the bed and sit next to his sleeping figure.

He gets startled that his eyes instantly open, "what is it, babe?"

You catch your breath before speaking, "did you send me a letter?"

He seems to get it right away which only means he knows what you're talking about, "the letter should have arrived yesterday," he grumbles and props his elbow against the mattress.

The duvet slides down his body and exposes his bare upper body, his sculpted abs look more defined under the morning sun.

"Can I read it?" You ask even though you don't need his permission.

He places his hand on your thigh and looks up at him, "go ahead."

You carefully open the envelope without trying to rip it and slowly take out the letter inside, you unfold it while looking at him in excitement.

One look and you know it's all handwritten, it's his handwriting. You lick your lips and clear your throat before reading the letter out loud.

"There's nothing in all the world I want but you and your precious love."

Even the opening line makes your heart flips a couple of times already.

"All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence because you'd soon love me less and less and I'd do anything – anything – to keep your heart for my own."

You hold the hand resting on your thigh and continue reading.

"I don't want to live— I want to love first, and live incidentally... Don't ever think of the things you can't give me. You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all–and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had."

You put the letter close to your chest and close your eyes, taking a moment to let the words sink into you.

"I have bad penmanship, I know," he says to you with a playful smirk.

When you're ready to face him, you intertwined your hand with him and sigh, a sigh that tells him how grateful you are for him.

Emotions bubble up and burst out of you, you feel the urge to tell him the truest words you can say to him.

"I love you so much," you tell him, and your heart aches and your eyes start to water. 

"I love you too, baby," he says and goes to hold you tightly.

All of your past mistakes and wrong decisions suddenly don't matter to you anymore because this path has led you to him.

This is fate, this is destiny and this is right because he is right.

"It's my first love letter," you croak as you are on the verge of crying.

"And I'll keep writing you a love letter to the last you'll ever receive," he says back and kisses you on the forehead.

And who cares about the one who gets the first rose when you get to be the last one from him?

-

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[doliveiraa]

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[doliveiraa]

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[softasapril]

Hi hi! I hope you are having an amazing day! I recently started reading your work and I love it, (I really loved the Lavendar Marriage one it was sooo good 😭)

If it’s possible, I was wondering if I could request a Hyunjin fic where its reader birthday? He doesn’t know it’s her birthday since they barely started dating but sees she reposts a birthday post someone made of her (she wasn’t planning on reposting it either lol). She isn’t mad, she never said when her birthday was because she stopped making it a big deal years ago and only requests the day off work to get freebies (highkey the best thing to go do lol). He finds out and wants to do something for her.

💜 thank you

hello… this is awkard

Sorry for taking so long to do your request, and thank you for reading my works 💔💔💔

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 .ᐟ

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— 𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 × afab!reader

— Summary : Happy birthday, quietly

— Genre : Fluff

: : : a/n : mentions of salted caramel cupcakes and mango-chili ice cream

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Hyunjin is sprawled on your couch, legs thrown over the armrest, phone held above his face like he’s trying to read the future in it. You’re in the kitchen making tea, the soft clink of mugs the only sound besides the low hum of the TV neither of you is watching.

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind where time feels optional. You’ve only been dating for six weeks—still in that sweet, careful stage where every text feels like a small victory and every touch is mapped out in your head before it happens.

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table.

Hyunjin glances at it out of habit, sees the notification pop up—a repost from one of your friends. He doesn’t mean to snoop; he just taps it open while waiting for you to come back.

The post is simple: a collage of you through the years—baby photos, awkward teen selfies, recent candids—overlaid with balloons and sparkly text.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE HUMAN 🎂💖 You’re old now but still the prettiest. Love you forever

@ yourusername”

Hyunjin freezes.

The date in the corner: today.

He scrolls up quickly—your repost is just a heart emoji and a quiet “thank you 🤍”.

You walk back in with two steaming mugs, barefoot, hair messy from the nap you took earlier.

You notice him staring at your phone immediately.

“What?” you ask, setting the tea down.

Hyunjin sits up slowly, legs dropping to the floor.

“…It’s your birthday?”

You blink. Then laugh—soft, a little embarrassed.

“Oh. Yeah.”

He looks at you like you just confessed to a crime.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrug, sitting beside him, tucking your legs under you.

“I don’t really… do birthdays anymore. Haven’t in years. I just take the day off work so I can go get free coffee and cake from places that do birthday perks. That’s it. It’s honestly the best part.”

Hyunjin stares.

Then he laughs—short, disbelieving.

“You’re telling me I’ve been dating you for almost two months, and I didn’t know today was your birthday because you were too busy planning to scam free Starbucks?”

You grin. “It’s a solid strategy. You should try it.”

He drags a hand down his face.

“I feel like the worst boyfriend alive.”

“You’re not even close,” you say, nudging his knee with yours. “I didn’t tell you on purpose. I didn’t want it to be a thing. I like that we’re still… normal. No pressure.”

Hyunjin looks at you for a long moment—eyes soft, searching.

Then he stands up abruptly.

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” he says, already grabbing his keys and hoodie from the back of the couch. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

You raise a brow. “Hyunjin—”

“Fifteen minutes,” he promises, already halfway to the door. “Twenty tops.”

He’s gone before you can argue.

Exactly twenty-three minutes later (you check), the front door opens again.

Hyunjin walks in balancing:

– A paper bag from your favorite bakery (the one with the salted caramel cupcakes you’ve mentioned exactly once)

– A small bouquet of your favorite flowers (again, mentioned once in passing)

– A pint of the weird mango-chili ice cream you love that no normal person likes

– A single gold foil balloon that says “Happy Birthday” in tiny, elegant script

He looks a little flushed, hair windswept, like he ran the last block.

You stare.

He sets everything on the coffee table carefully, like he’s handling fragile things.

“I didn’t have time for anything big,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I figured… freebies are cool, but maybe you deserve something that isn’t just because it’s your birthday. Something because it’s you.”

Your throat gets tight.

He kneels in front of you on the floor so you’re eye-level.

“I know you don’t want a fuss,” he says quietly. “So this is it. Cupcakes, flowers, ice cream, and me. No party. No candles. Just… happy birthday. For real.”

You reach out, brush his hair back from his forehead.

“You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to.” He catches your hand, presses a kiss to your palm. “I want every birthday to feel like this. Quiet. Nice. With someone who actually knows you.”

You lean forward, kiss him slow—tasting the faint sweetness of the bakery air still on his lips.

When you pull back, he’s smiling—soft, a little shy.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers.

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awww i loved this, it was so cute