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Your Reaction to the DO IT Trailer (SMAU)
Relationships: skz x gn!reader (ot8 - individually!)
Genre: feral, feel good, established relationship
Summary: (18+ due to suggestiveness!) You see the DO IT trailer and immediately run to your BF to let them know how it made you feel
(masterlist)
Chan
Lee Know
Changbin
Hyunjin
Han
Felix
Seungmin
I.N.
I needed a way to react more ferally so here you go :))))
DANCERACHA TEASER PHOTOS?! THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!!!
Fantasy
pairing: boyfriend!seungmin x reader
warnings: SMUT!! slight mean seungmin (im on an agenda), dom!seungmin, fisting, anal fixation, cunnilingus, fingering, rimming, clit play, riding, piv, spitting, crying, established relationship, squirting
wc: 1.4k
my bad seungmin, i wasn't familiar with your game. based off this request (girl i wasn't sure if you meant vaginal or anal fisting...). i didn't proofread
It started as a joke. It really did.
Your boyfriend—Seungmin—had been spending the weekend at your apartment. Snug under the duvets, and your boyfriend’s embrace, his hands inched lower. Fingers sprawled on your hips, seeking the warmth locked underneath the security of your loose shirt. “What’re you doing?” you asked, eyes shifting from the movie on screen to your shoulder, being met with the casualness of his expression.
“What am I doing?” he repeated, forehead dropping, placing velvet kisses onto your bare shoulder. “Nothing.”
You hummed, a soft breath fanning through when his fingers twitched lower. Teasing the hem of your panties, his leg hooking over your bare one beneath the duvet. Spreading your thighs apart. “Minnie…”
His nose tickled the curve of your neck, opened-mouth hot on your skin. “Say…” he spoke when you showed no signs of complaint. Instead, offering a light touch on his arm—unsure whether to lean into or away from the affection. “Wanna try something new?”
“Like what?” you asked, the curl of his lips evident at the question.
So.
Here you are.
Face mush on the pillows, nails digging into the sheets while his fingers abuse your poor cunt. He forces you to an arch with a pressure on your spine, curving your body in a way that exposes the entirety of your arousal. He thrusts in, bringing out the nastiest sounds from you with every curve of his digits, smug when you whine into the soft cushion. “Seungm—stop. can't…” you whine out, already on your second orgasm but he just won't stop, not giving you the opportunity to breathe when he dived back in.
He scoffs, eyelids low as he takes in your shaking form. “Stop? You want me to?” he asks, dragging his fingers in a slow, languid, delicious stroke. Emphasizing his words when you shake your head in light sob. He sighs, pulling out entirely before rubbing on your folds, coating the slick lips in your glistening juice. “Answer me, pup.” he says, thumb finding the hood of your clit, taking in how your cunt clenches around nothing when he spreads you further open.
“No…” you mumble in a shaky exhale. “—’m sorry.”
“Hm, that's what I thought,” he replies, tempted to show mercy to your sweet cunt. However, his eyes land on your tighter hole, hovering there for a second too long. “Don't say things you don't mean then…”
He wanted to try something new.
He hadn't told you yet, instead decided to distract you from the main query. What if he just….
Your lashes scurry open when his digits run higher, thumb circling the hole in a tentative rub. Wetting—lubing the muscle with the wetness of your cunt. “Seungmin— what're you—?” you question but he hushes you with his other hand flying back to your core. Doubling the attention.
“Do you trust me?” he asks. You hear him spit, then feel the actual glob of saliva slide down your skin to the hole. You shiver, the liquid cold next to the burning sensation radiating off you. His thumb prods, letting the smallest millimeter inside. Moaning when he uses help from his other hand to spread your cheeks apart, “You're already clenching, fuck.” he urgers deeper, encouraging you to take more till his thumb is still inside. You hitch, an unfamiliar fullness taking over. He breathes out, pupils blown out. “How much… how much do you think it can fit?”
—
It has become a usual occurrence.
That is, playing with your ass. Seungmin can't get enough, whether it is sticking his tongue inside occasionally when he's sucking at your clit, tongue lapping downwards, long stripes till he reaches the skin separating your holes. Using both of his palms to stretch you out, tongue diving in with hunger. Spitting and wetting the hole properly for his fingers to push inside, a first, then a second.
He can't get used to it. You don't get it, he's obsessed.
It always takes you by surprise, when he's ramming inside. Or whenever you're riding him, and his hand snakes across your lower back, finding the cheek of your ass. His fingers tip even lower–middle finger breaching the seam of your hole when you're too distracted to actually notice it happening, till you're crying because he's pushing in three fingers at a time.
It hurts.
That's why he's brought you lube. You can take something bigger, no?
He started with small silicones, something to tease inside, fucking you on them everytime he's inside, or eating you out. Squeezing the lube on top of the toy, your skin—watching it glisten underneath the lampshade. Cock throbbing to replace the pitiful toys.
His fantasies soon come to life as you start to grow familiar with your tight hole getting stuffed full. So, he now feeds you cock. Thick length throbbing within your soft walls, high pitched grunts and whimpers leaving him every now and then. “Feels so good, shit shit. Why didn't we do this sooner—?”
He really can't get enough.
It's still not enough to satisfy his curiosity. How much can you fit in?
He's been doing this for months, abusing all that you have to offer whenever you have sex, spreading and stretching apart whatever he can find. Buying you plugs to stuff in, just to feel the drag of it each time he's buried in that soaking pussy, forcing a bigger one each time. Forcing his sick fantasies on you, corrupting your mind, which you have grown fond of. Urging him to challenge your capacity further at any given opportunity.
You're on your knees again, but this time, it feels a tad different. He's been fingering you for the past hour, mouth never-leaving the muscle of your rear, “Wider, spread your legs wider.” he requests, trying your best to follow his guidance, but the pleasure coursing through washes away your inner thoughts. Groaning, he forces an arch of your back with his palm, knocking your knees off an inch. “Yeah, like that. Relax,” he has three digits in, curving them slightly.
“–Minnie,” you whimper, he kisses your throbbing cunt, earning a shaky exhale from you.
“More? Can I give you more?” he questions, waiting for your verbal approval. You nod, unable to speak. “Pup, say it.” he mumbles against your skin, pampering the flesh in reassurance despite his mean tone. “We good, or not?”
“Hmhph–yes. I can take it—oh!” you cry out when more of his fingers breach inside, breaking your poor–tiny hole. “—Fuck wait.”
Alas, it's too late. They're all inside. And he's not stopping either, feeding you further and further. You sob onto the sheets, nails digging into the pillows, flying to grab onto something—anything else it can find to escape from the rush traveling across your limbs, legs shaking and threatening to give out. He's pushing his entire fist inside.
Moaning, fascinated by how your body works. He rolls his pants down his thighs, freeing his erected cock, wet from precum. “My god, you keep taking it—my fist is inside, yn. My entire fist.”
You're well aware of that, pussy clenching around nothing, drawing a high pitched cry from you when he twists his wrist, pumping in slowly. “Seungmin… can't. I can't—”
“You can, you are. You know the word if you want to really stop,” he hushes, stroking himself with a whine. Grinning when you don't reply, aligning himself over your core. He glides through your lips, nudging your clit deliciously. Indulging in your tiny gasps, “Yeah? Love having your clit played with while I fist your ass, hm pup?” he rasps, his voice somehow melodic despite the light roughness in them.
You nod, violently at that, absolutely wetting the sheets underneath your figure. Body twitching uncontrollably, he grinds against you faster, pumping his hand in and out of your asshole. The sight has him throbbing erratically, his own body betraying him in shivers, trembling from every time he nearly pushes inside only to back out. He can hear your moans pitch higher, grips on the sheets turn angrier as the muscle of your hole tightens and contracts around him. You're actually going to cum from him fisting you.
You are.
He's delirious, maddening under the thought, his pace growing faster—drawing you towards the edge. Punching his way to your lungs—heart. You feel him that deep. Shaking your head as you try to deny the pleasure, but it's useless, body convulsing. Pussy throbbing on nothing as you gush down the mattress. Pussy crying a waterfall, squirting all over.
He's wide eyed, in disbelief of what just happened. Taking in your reaction of embarrassment, hiding your face deep into the pillows. He can't help but laugh, a soft, light chuckle flying past. “Did you— did you squirt from that alone?” the curve of his lips unfading, cock twitching.
Yeah.
He's definitely going to try that again.
@kloversung
Puppy Time!
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: A funny post leads to you conditioning your boyfriend into becoming the human-sized pet you’ve always seen him as.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 2.1k
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ includes: fluff, gender-neutral reader, non-idol university!au (seungmin is majoring in something science-y), allusions to spanking, pet names (seungmin and y/n call each other ‘baby’), pre-marital bed-sharing
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: This was inspired by an actual post i saw that made me instantly think “this is 100% seungmin-coded” (lock me up officer). started this a month ago and seungmo’s bday fueled me to hurry up and finish it so happy (belated) birthday seungmin!! pls excuse me for any psychological inaccuracies
here’s the post that inspired this fic, if anyone’s curious
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It all starts with a silly post you come across online. Something about the author realising their wife had effectively Pavlov-ed them with what they called ‘Puppy Time’. Though extremely hilarious to read at 3 am, it got you thinking. Does it actually work? Or is it merely another fantastical story conjured up for fleeting internet fame?
There’s only one way to find out. And lucky for you, you have the perfect test subject.
With squishable cheeks, mischievous charm, and soft, fluffy hair that makes you want to pet him, your boyfriend is the perfect person to conduct the experiment on. It also helps that you often sleep in the same bed.
Exiting the ensuite bathroom after finishing your night-time routine, you eye Seungmin as he lies comfortably in bed, scrolling through his phone.
Time to put your plan into action.
Making your way over, you calmly pull back the blanket and climb into bed just as you do every night. Wordlessly, he shuffles closer to you without looking up from his little screen.
‘Perfect,’ you think. Ensuring he’s too engrossed with whatever he’s doing, your nimble fingers slowly lift the hem of his t-shirt until it reveals the tan skin of his abdomen. Feeling the cool air kiss his body, Seungmin silently side-eyes your strange actions, watching in confusion as you gingerly rub your palms together to warm them up.
“Puppy time!” you exclaim. Placing your hands flat on Seungmin’s stomach, you slide them up, down and all around as one would when giving tummy rubs to a dog, barely containing your giggles as you do so.
“What are you doing?” Smacked with shock, his eyes dart between your face and hands.
“It’s puppy time!” you grin.
“Excuse me?”
“Puppy time! Cuddling and playing like you’re a puppy.”
Seungmin blinks, staring at you like you’ve grown an extra head, “Is this your way of telling me you’ve become a furry?”
You merely giggle as you continue your ministrations, but he quickly grabs your wrists in both of his hands.
“Seriously,” he says as he sits up, the hem of his t-shirt falling back down, “what on earth are you doing?”
“It’s just a bit of fun, baby. Like how kids play pretend.”
“And you’re doing it because…”
“I saw it online and thought it’d be cute! Think of it as a massage.”
“A massage… on my stomach?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’m not sure how I feel about this.”
“Oh, c’mon baby, please?” Mustering the sweetest smile possible, you bat your eyes and tilt your head for extra damage. His compliance with your actions was absolutely essential. Without it, there was no way for you to carry out your experiment. Hesitation swims in his eyes, but after a few heavy seconds, he sighs.
“Fine, do whatever you want.”
“Yay! Thank you!” Exploding with giddiness, you throw your arms around him in a tight squeeze, pulling back to peck him on the lips.
“You’re lucky I love you, weirdo.” Lying back down, he gets comfortable as you once again lift the hem of his t-shirt and begin rubbing his stomach.
The next night plays out much like the first.
It had been a tiring day full of lectures, labs, and group assignment meetings. By the end of it all, Seungmin’s body is a mere bag of bones, creaking and popping as he drags himself to bed for a good night’s rest.
Plopping his tush on the plush mattress, his eyelids slowly grow heavier and heavier. A runaway yawn even escapes his mouth, but it quickly turns into a yelp as two soft hands grasp his shoulders from behind, shoving him onto his back.
“Puppy time!” you squeal, wrenching back his pyjama top to get your hands on the smooth expanse of his abdomen.
“Seriously? Again?” he questions, now wide awake.
“Yes, puppy time is very important,” you explain with doe eyes and a honey-laced tone. “It’ll bring us closer as a couple.”
“Baby, your clothes are in my closet. I keep bottles of your shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom. We sleep in the same bed. You basically live here! I don’t see how this is going to help our relationship any more than what we’re already doing.”
A pang of guilt instantly rushes through him as you level him with a pout, shoulders deflating and arms falling lifelessly by your sides.
He gulps, “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. We can— look, if you think this will help us become a stronger couple, then I’m all for it.” He’s reaching for your hands now, intertwining your fingers in an attempt to coax you out of your huffy state.
“Really?” A smile begins to tug at your cheeks despite your efforts to suppress it.
“Yes, baby, whatever you want.”
Flashing your pearly whites in triumph, you pounce atop him and vigorously rub your hands against his warm stomach, all the while letting out chirps of “Puppy time! Puppy time!”
Keeping up with your antics proves to be less challenging as the days go on. Like clockwork, right before you and Seungmin fall asleep in each other’s arms, you’ll lift his shirt and rub his stomach while chanting “Puppy time!” in a delighted squeal.
He’s less resistant now, deciding instead to revel in the attention you’re giving him. When the nightly massage rolls around, he lets himself relax into the sheets, folding his hands behind his head as you do your thing. One night, as the two of you are watching a movie on the couch, he realises you’re falling asleep as your head slowly droops towards his shoulder. He doesn’t bother to wake you up, knowing how long of a day you’d had and deciding to simply carry you to bed later.
Imagine his surprise when, after ten minutes of your peaceful dozing, you suddenly jolt awake, and blinking away the sleep in your eyes, exclaim, “Puppy time!” as you lightly shove him onto his back. Your hands do their thing, albeit in a much more languid manner, as your body reels from the effects of your power nap.
It all comes to a head a week and a half later.
With warm skin from your shower and a glowing face courtesy of your skincare routine, you emerge from the bathroom to find Seungmin lounging on the bed. Though his eyes are closed, his soft singing tells you he’s wide awake. He’s been in high spirits since submitting a lengthy lab report hours earlier.
Now’s the time.
Time to see if all your hard work pays off.
Padding over to the edge of the bed, you loom over Seungmin’s relaxed, unsuspecting figure, grateful that he can’t see the cheshire grin on your face.
“Baby?” you sing.
He responds with a light hum.
“What time is it?”
Without so much as a noise of complaint, Seungmin grasps the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it up, revealing his stomach to you.
You can’t hold back the laughter that bursts out of your mouth, and before long, you’re doubled over and clutching your stomach on the floor — loud cackling filling the air. Seungmin’s eyes shoot open at your abrupt behaviour change, a cocktail of confusion and mild panic quickly filling him up. Peering over the edge of the bed, he watches, slightly terrified, as you writhe on the floor like the happiest worm in the world.
“Baby, are you… okay?”
Shakily, you grip the comforter to steady yourself as you stand. Breathless and wincing from the sharp pain in your side from laughing so hard, it takes a while before you calm yourself down enough to form a response.
“I’m okay,” you chuckle, wiping tears from your eyes. “It’s just that… you did the thing! You actually did it.”
You have to physically restrain yourself from smooching your boyfriend, what with the way his confused face fills you with such cuteness aggression.
“What did I do?” he asks tentatively.
“You showed me your tummy! Which means you were thinking about ‘Puppy Time!’”
Flustered, he thinks hard as he traces back to moments before.
“But— but you asked me ‘What time is it?’, and we do ‘Puppy Time’ every night, so what else was I supposed to think?”
“Well, most people would answer with the actual time. Like from a clock?” you smirk.
He’s properly surprised by your response, clearly having not realised the obvious. Though you’re facing each other, the faraway look in his eyes tells you that he’s astounded by what’s transpired. What you’ve done to him.
“You trained me,” he whispers.
His soft, taken-aback tone pulls at your heartstrings, making you feel a tad guilty.
“Well—”
“You trained me like a dog,” he repeats, louder, more so verbalising the situation to himself than anything else. He’s properly looking you in the eye now, bewilderment decorating his features. “Why?”
You sigh and smile, unable to deny him the truth any longer.
“I saw a post online about someone doing this to their partner, and I was curious if it actually worked. So, I decided to try it out myself. I chose you as my test subject because, duh, you’re my boyfriend and we cuddle all the time, but you’re also so cute, and you’re always chasing after me, like a real dog!”
Seungmin slowly rises from the bed as you ramble, staring you down like a lion hunting its next meal. Each calculated step he takes towards you causes you to stumble backwards until you hit a wall.
“It was all just a bit of fun, and hey, now we know it works!” you chuckle nervously. Though you’re giving him your best smile, you can tell your charms aren’t winning him over. “If nothing else, this is a hilarious story for you to tell your professors. I’m sure they’d find it interesting.”
His piercing cold stare shoots straight to your soul. When he opens his mouth, his voice is low and frighteningly steady.
“You have two seconds to run before I—”
You’re off without waiting to hear Seungmin’s proposed punishment, feet dashing across the hardwood floor to get away. But in the small one-bedroom apartment, and with your boyfriend’s athletic agility, you don’t make it far.
Throes of university students walk through the outdoor courtyard, each in their own little world — hurrying to class, strolling out of one, or aimlessly enjoying their free time. Some sit at the scattered picnic tables, chatting and eating as they take advantage of the beautiful weather, listening to the twittering birds in the air, which act as ambient music.
You let out a little hum as your sour lemonade washes down your throat, providing sweet relief against the beaming mid-day sun. It’s days like these that you enjoy the most. When everything in the world feels like it’s singing in harmony, filling you with a glow that relaxes your body from the inside out.
Light laughter from the rest of the table cuts through your daydreaming. The bright faces of your friends Felix and Jisung, along with your boyfriend, surround the table, the four of you wolfing down a pepperoni pizza from the university’s food hub after your respective lectures.
It’s been three days since you revealed the truth to Seungmin about ‘Puppy Time’, and it was officially dropped at his insistence. Whilst you’re slightly disappointed that you can’t coddle him like a human-sized pet anymore, the chance of another sore bum makes you more than happy to comply. The topic hasn’t been brought up since, as the two of you pretend like it never happened.
Tuning out the boys’ conversation, you continue people watching as you savour your lunch. Lost in the atmosphere’s tranquillity, it takes you a while to remember the passing of time and that you can’t afford to be late to your next class. As you wipe your greasy hands on a napkin, you note the digital watch Seungmin is wearing.
“Baby, what time is it?” you ask.
He turns his head towards you as he opens his mouth.
“Pupp—”
His jaw instantly clamps shut as your eyes meet, simultaneously widening to the size of saucers at the familiar phrase that almost slips out. Your hand slaps over your own mouth as you try your hardest to restrain your laughter, finding the situation absolutely hilarious. Unfortunately, the shaking of your body gives it all away.
Abandoning his half-eaten pizza slice on the table, Seungmin rushes to shove his belongings in his backpack, not caring to zip it all the way up. Keeping his face down to shield his reddened cheeks, he’s on his feet before any of you can say anything.
“I’ve got to go,” he mutters, dashing off like he’s being chased away.
Once he’s out of sight, you can’t hold it in any longer. Laughing out loud, you swiftly realise you must look like a madman when you see Felix and Jisung’s perplexed faces.
“What was that about?” Felix asks.
“Oh, nothing,” you smile. “Just an inside joke.”
Feral Friday Reader Request #3 HyunjinxReaderxSeungmin Ft Felix
Felix takes you home after the end of your vacation and you bond, stopping for some boba on the way; which turns into a smoothie date the next day as well. You're excited to spend more time with Felix but this time, he has some news for you. Hyunjin and Seungmin's room at the hotel shared a wall with yours and they heard you... now they want a taste as well.
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When it’s time for you all to check out, you’re grateful for once for the protective clothing you need to wear in public with them - it hides nearly every single inch of you and you feel much safer that way. You have zero regrets; in fact, you hope that happens again. But they all know you too well, especially Changbin and how would you explain yourself when they asked you what was going on? You’re sure that - even hours later - you look completely fucked out. You’d all showered; Chris had gently washed the smell of them off of you as you leaned against him and let yourself be taken care of. But you felt like there was a mark on you now, much more permanent than the hickies and bruises your clothes also cover.
However, your armor only shields you so much. In the car, you somehow end up seated between Felix and Jeongin, who are also trying to act normal but you have to wonder if they feel the way you do - you can’t even remember now what normal looked like. It’s been less than 24 hours since this started and you feel everything has changed. By the time you’re halfway home, Chris has asked (under the guise of asking everyone) if you’re ok three times, Jeongin’s thigh is firmly pressed to yours, and Felix is filling your tummy with butterflies because he keeps gently bumping the side of his pinky against yours where your hands rest near each other on the seat between you.
You are the only one who seems to notice any of this, to your relief, and the rest of the ride is quick. You all pile out when you reach Chris and Jeongin’s dorm - where you’d met to go on your vacation. There is a lot of hugging and chaos as you all bid each other goodbye. Changbin had picked you up, but he and Seungmin are in deep discussion about an upcoming project and apparently on a creative roll. Felix very smoothly suggests that he take you home and Changbin take Seungmin so they can continue their planning. They accept breezily and go off without another word, blabbing away. When it is just you, Felix, and the quiet, you turn a little shy. But you have to laugh when you glance at him and he looks like he’s feeling the same. He meets your eye and breaks out into a grin.
“Pretty silly to feel awkward now, eh?” He says.
“Yeah,” you have to agree, smiling.
He helps you into his car like the gentleman he is and climbs into the driver’s seat. As he pulls away, he glances at you.
“Want some bubble tea?” He asks lightly.
“I would love some,” you reply, a little blush coming to your cheeks. Once again, so dumb. But being alone with him now is a new kind of intimacy and with the crush you’ve had on him for so long, you feel like a schoolgirl.
He looks pleased, making you feel toasty inside. He takes you to his favorite place and you debate on different flavors, ultimately getting one of each so you can try each other’s. You sit at a table by the window and chat for a long time about everything and anything. Your favorite smoothie place comes up and you slip it into the conversation that if he wants, you can take him there sometime. He does. By the time you’re done and he’s pulling into your driveway, you couldn’t be happier. When he parks, he hesitates then looks over at you.
“Can…do you mind if I kiss you?” He asks.
“You absolutely can,” you assure him with a smile, turning toward him and leaning in.
He grins and mirrors you. His hand comes up to softly graze along your jaw then he holds your face gently. His smile lasts until the very last second - you can feel it on your lips before he is kissing you. It’s slow and soft. It’s not deep and hungry, it’s gentle. Almost chaste. Exploratory. And it makes your insides explode with butterflies. When he pulls back, his lips turn right back into a smile and you can’t help but mimic it. He insists on carrying your bags for you and gets you inside then leaves you with an adorable smile and wave, walking backwards to his car until he bumps against it and has to look where he’s going. You’re both grinning like idiots. You take the rest of the day to relax and reminisce on everything that’s happened to you in the last few days. You’ve earned it.
The next day, you’re straightening up your apartment when you get a text from Felix. You’re surprised and flattered when you see that he wants to go get that smoothie already. Of course you agree. You meet him there and smile at how cozy he looks. He lets you order for him and you find yourself sitting across from him at another table near a window again. You could get used to this. It’s easy to be with him, but he’s a bit fidgety today. At one point, you cock your head a little.
“Are you ok? Your back isn’t hurting is it?”
His boba eyes pop up from his drink to you in surprise. “Oh! No. No, my back is fine today. Thank you,” he smiles softly. He plays with his straw a bit then sighs. “Sorry. I’m trying to not make this awkward and I’m accomplishing the opposite.”
“What?” You ask, brow furrowing.
“Well….there’s no other way to say this so I’m just going to say it,” he chuckles, “Hyunjin and Seungmin were in the room next to ours at the hotel,” he starts and your stomach drops. Oh God.
“They heard us?” You breathe. You drop your face into your hands when he nods. “Oh my God that’s so embarrassing!”
“Wellll not exactly,” Felix says in such a strange way that you come out from hiding. He’s blushing. Hard. You narrow your eyes.
“Felix, just tell me please; I can’t stand the suspense.”
“They asked me about it and I tried to be respectful and keep it private but they got some things out of me and after hearing it at the hotel and from me, they want to know if they can have a chance to experience you, too,” he says so quickly that it takes a second to register what he said.
“They want. To experience me?” You repeat. Felix meets your eye now, finally over his shyness now that’s it’s out.
“They want to fuck you, noona. Together. And I want to watch.”
That is how you find yourself in the shower a few days later, shaving every inch of your body and using your best body scrub and lotion. You strap yourself into some lingerie, wanting to look good for them. Hyunjin and Seungmin. Once again, such good friends of yours who have seen you at your worst, and you them. But in this context, they seem intimidating. You’re not sure what to expect but you think maybe your reputation has been built up too high and you really don’t want to disappoint them. You do look pretty hot, you have to admit. You slip into a nice but casual sheath dress and take a deep breath before heading out the door. Felix is waiting in his car.
“How are you feeling?” He asks when you climb inside, his eyes instantly on you.
“A little nervous,” you admit, “But weirdly excited.”
“I feel the same,” he agrees, lacing his fingers through yours and squeezing your hand.
“I feel…comforted that you’re going to be there,” you confess next. The look he gives you melts your insides.
“There’s nowhere else I would rather be,” he says simply.
He walks you up the steps to Hyunjin’s apartment when you arrive and you find yourself more than grateful that Hyunjin no longer lives with Changbin. Seungmin opens the door as you approach and gestures for you to come in. The space is cozy, lit only by a lot of candles and a few sensually dimmed lamps in the corners of the room. It’s a loft with an open concept so you’re confronted with the bed as soon as you step inside. Hyunjin drifts gracefully over, smoothly pressing a glass of red wine into your hand.
“Come in, noona,” he says, “Relax.”
You let him steer you over to the couch and he sits with you. You notice all of them are a little dressed up and you’re glad you wore what you did. It makes your tummy flutter a little to know that they went through such effort just for you. As if they didn’t look like models at any given moment anyway. Hyunjin angles his knees toward you, draping one long leg over the other, his arm going to rest on the couch behind you. His eyes are on you as he sips his own glass of wine. The sheer magnetism of him is insane and you fight the urge to fidget under the intensity of his attention.
Seungmin distracts you then, earning your own attention by leaning casually against the wall. He crosses one ankle over the other and your eyes travel slowly up, up, up, up his impossibly long legs until you’re meeting his gaze. He smirks a little and holds his glass of wine up in a silent gesture. You swallow and take a long drink. Felix settles himself on one of the chairs by the sofa, looking as comfy as can be. In fact, he looks a little more than comfortable.
“My, my, Felix,” Hyunjin purrs, “Hard already? She’s that good hmm?” He strokes his long fingers along the hair laying over your shoulder and you shiver.
“Be patient,” Seungmin says from across the room. You think he’s talking to Felix but his eyes are still on you. “Just one glass first. Let’s savor it,” the last sentence comes out more than suggestively and you find yourself getting wet already. You’re in trouble with these two and you know it.
The air continues to be charged, everyone sharing lingering glances as you all drink the wine. Hyunjin’s fingers stay in your hair. As you swallow the dregs of your glass, Hyunjin’s eyes flash and he tips his head back to empty his as well. He takes the glass from you and sets it on the coffee table beside his, then he’s right back to your side. He tilts his head a little, regarding you. His eyes drop slowly, taking in your parted lips, your neck - he stops and stares.
“Is that what I think it is?” He asks lowly.
“Maybe,” you smile a little.
He loops a finger under the chain around your neck and runs it along the metal, pulling the pendant out of your cleavage to rest over your dress now.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done, darling?” Hyunjin murmurs, his eyes darkening. His finger is still tracing the chain. Up and down. Up and down.
“What?” You breathe.
“You’ve given me ownership. Literally wearing my name around your neck like some sort of collar,” he smirks a little, looking very pleased.
“I thought you’d like it,” you murmur.
“Oh, I love it,” he assures you.
“Do you like that?” Seungmin asks and you’re startled to find that he’s moved closer. He stands near the couch, looming over you. “The thought of being owned?”
“Yes,” you admit. No use lying.
“You want us to own you tonight? Do whatever we want to you? You want to obey our every whim? And let Felix watch? Hmm, pet?” Seungmin leans over and when you instinctively shrink back just a little, from the sheer power of his presence, he smirks.
“Yes,” you breathe.
“Well then we won’t keep you waiting any longer,” Hyunjin murmurs, leaning in.
He crooks his finger, still holding the necklace, and pulls you toward him with it to meet him halfway. You let out a little moan before his lips even touch your neck.
“She is going to be fun,” Seungmin observes.
“I told you she was a good girl,” Felix says from the chair, eyes on you.
Hyunjin kisses at your neck exactly the way you imagined he would - slow. Soft. Open-mouthed. Wet. Sensual. He drags those beautiful lips along your skin and starts to lick too, stroking his tongue over you as he slowly closes his mouth. You take in a shuddering breath, tipping your head back and closing your eyes. He kisses down toward your shoulder , using his hand to slip your dress off of it. It exposes the thin strap of your lingerie and he bites it, lifting up, then lets it go to snap back against your skin.
“What’s this?” He asks, pulling back a bit to look down at the bright red of the elastic against your skin.
You open your mouth to respond but Seungmin’s hands are on your waist then and he’s pulling you up with shocking ease. You find yourself deposited in front of the couch where he was standing and he sits down in your spot beside Hyunjin, leaning back as his legs fall open, manspreading. Fuck.
“Give us a little show,” he insists, looking you over with half-lidded eyes.
You bite your lip and start to slowly gather the material of your dress at your hips, pulling the hem up bit by bit to expose your thighs. You grab it when it’s all bunched at your hips and start pulling it up more, revealing the panties and garter set you’re wearing, then your stomach, then your tits in the matching bra. The dress goes over your head and to the floor but you keep the necklace on.
“Fuck,” Seungmin mutters, taking you in.
“You wore that for us, darling?” Hyunjin asks, also looking you over.
“Yes,” you nod, hands smoothing semi-self-consciously down your sides.
“Come here,” he says, crooking his finger at you.
You drift over and look down at him. He runs his hands up your sides now, tilting his face to look up at you with burning eyes. His hands slip around to squeeze your ass and then he slips his fingers under the strap of your underwear and lets it snap back like he had with your bra strap. He leaned back then, adjusting himself on the deep couch to make room. He spreads his legs and runs a hand down his stomach, looking you over. He reaches out for you and gets you between his legs, your back pressed against his front. He stretches out his long arms and puts his hands on your knees then drags them up your thighs, pulling your legs open and making you shiver. When he reaches your hips, he pushes his fingers down along the creases of your legs where they meet your pelvis, giving enough pressure to make your breath stutter.
One hand goes up the front of you and wraps loosely around your neck as he pulls you back, angling his head at the same time to kiss you. Fuck. Kissing Hyunjin is an experience that could only ever be replicated if you were to die and go to heaven. He kisses your mouth with the same slow depth that he kissed your neck, his tongue soft and caressing in drawn out sweeps. You make a helpless little noise and Hyunjin’s fingers tighten slightly around your neck. You rest your hands on his hard thighs, holding on. When he leans in, you think he’s going to kiss your neck again but he surprises you by taking the T-end of the necklace between his teeth. He pulls back, the necklace tightening with aching slowness as he does until it’s snug around your neck.
“Oh you like that. Don’t you, pet?” Seungmin says from beside you, eyes rapt on your chest rising and falling faster and faster.
“Let’s find out,” Hyunjin says through his teeth, holding the necklace steady as the hand that was resting on your thigh goes between your legs. Your lingerie is lace, so he doesn’t even have to pull it aside to feel how wet you are. One swipe up your slit is all it takes. “Oh she’s fucking wet,” he murmurs. He holds his fingers up to show Seungmin, who hums in approval.
Then they’re right back where you want them, caressing you, learning the shape of you. It takes minutes at most for you to soak right through the panties and leak onto Hyunjin’s long fingers. His fingers make larger movements against you, purposefully making your wetness obvious to the entire room (as if they weren’t already watching) by the sound of it. You lift your hips toward his touch and he pulls a little harder on the necklace, still between his teeth. You moan and it’s echoed by Felix, who is palming himself through his pants.
“Gonna come for him, noona? Come for us all?” Seungmin asks.
“Yes,” you choke out.
Hyunjin pulls the necklace even tighter and slips two fingers under the gusset of your panties, curling them up inside of you immediately. You moan louder, hips lifting and circling helplessly as he finger fucks you just right. He doesn’t try to hold you down, just moves with you as you chase your high. When your hips tilt up and his fingers hit at just the right angle inside of you, you gasp. He pushes them in a little deeper and rubs, yanking at the chain around your neck. You come hard, hips still in the air as you pulse around his fingers.
“Oh fuck I can see her clenching on your fingers,” Felix moans, gripping his dick through his pants.
“How’s it feel?” Seungmin asks, looking down and biting his lip.
“So fucking tight,” Hyunjin groans, dropping the necklace from his teeth to focus on your body arching into his touch.
You slowly rest back against him as you come down, humming out a satisfied exhale. He smiles against your shoulder, where he has started pressing little kisses.
“Feeling good, darling?”
“Very,” you reply.
You feel him shift, his hands moving again. But you know you have to move quickly before they land on you once more - you won’t move once he’s got you again. And you want to make him feel good too. You startle him a little by getting up but when you turn around and sink to your knees, rubbing your hands up his thighs now, he bites his lip.
“Fair enough,” he mutters and you give him a little smirk.
He stands and gently moves around you to push the coffee table away, giving Felix a full view. You glance over at him to find him still stubbornly refusing to take his dick out yet. You shoot him a little wink and he gives you a sultry smile.
“Doing so good, noona,” he says, eyes traveling over your body.
You’re filled with pride as you turn back to Hyunjin, who is still standing, right in front of you now. You lift up onto your knees from sitting back on your heels and start to undo his pants. He watches you intently. Seungmin lays down on his side on the couch so he can see better too. He props his head up on his hand, watching you lazily. But you can see the bulge in his pants. You focus back on Hyunjin, who is waiting patiently, and get his pants open. You make sure to take your time like he did with you and you see the curve of his smirk as he notices. You can’t help but let out a little giggle and it makes his smirk turn into a real smile. It only makes you want him more. You finally pop the button on the slacks and give a firm yank. They pool around his ankles, leaving him in only a pair of tight black boxer briefs. You’re eye-level with the very clearly outlined hardness of him and you sigh, brows furrowing. It really was unfair how all of them were so hot and so well-endowed on top of everything else they were good at (everything).
You have to see it. Taste it. Please him. You carefully pull his underwear down too, watching as he springs free. You lick your lips, feeling like you could start drooling with just how much you can’t wait to suck him. So you don’t waste time. Into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth he goes. You suck gently and do a few slow bobs on him before pulling back just enough to keep the tip in your mouth. You look up at him and flutter your eyelashes a little. He bites his lip, watching you. You make sure he doesn’t look away as you reach up to grasp the chain that sits against the back of your neck. You pull the necklace over your head and he looks a little confused because how will you take it off if you've still got your mouth on him? You see the exact moment it dawns on him what you’re planning.
You keep eye contact as you get the necklace around him and slowly start to pull on the end. You rub your tongue against the underside of his head with each link that passes through the circlet on the end. Finally, after what seems like forever, you have the necklace snug around the base of his cock, your own impromptu cock ring. He gives a moan so pornographic when you tug it carefully but firmly and his dick gets even harder, rigid and flushing as the metal lessens his circulation, keeping the blood trapped in his dick. You slide down on it, lips closed, and moan at the feeling of him bulging in your mouth. You can feel his pulse in the vein on the underside of his shaft as you tease your tongue gently along it.
“Holy fucking hell,” Hyunjin moans, his fingers going into your hair.
You hear Seungmin’s breath coming a little faster, a little heavier as he watches. You hear Felix break and pull his zipper down. You arch your back to give him a good view of your ass. You’re so fucking wet you can feel yourself dribbling down your inner thighs, your panties completely useless as a barrier.
“Jesus, you’re actually dripping on the floor,” Seungmin breathes, his voice rough with lust. You whimper a little, still sucking on Hyunjin. You haven’t broken eye contact once with him and the two of you are locked together. Until Seungmin moves. He sits up and you feel his hand on the back of your neck. He pushes you slowly forward, giving you a chance to resist. When you don’t, he groans and shoves you a little rougher until your nose hits Hyunjin’s pelvis and his thick, pulsing cock is in your throat.
“OH! Fuck!!” Hyunjin cries.
Seungmin yanks you back, then, right off of Hyunjin, and leans down to kiss you. He kisses you hard, like a punishment. But it feels like a reward. You open your mouth and let him have control, let him nip at your lip and suck your tongue into his mouth. His hand is firmly grasping the back of your neck, keeping you right where he wants you. Finally, he pulls back and a tiny string of spit connects you for a second before snapping as he gets too far away. You feel it hit your chin and automatically stick your tongue out to lick it up. You watch Seungmin’s eyes darken. His hand slides from the back of your neck to the front and he runs his thumb over your skin.
“Look at that,” he mutters, “he really collared you, huh? You’ve got an imprint of his chain on that pretty little neck.” You bite your lip at the thought. “It may be his name around your neck, but it’s me you’ll be feeling on the inside tomorrow. He owns your neck but I own that fucking throat. Open,” he commands and your jaw falls, lips parting wide for him. “Such a good pet for me, noona. You deserve a treat,” he purrs.
You look up at him with wide, innocent eyes as he shoves two fingers into your mouth. You relax your throat as he slides them down your tongue. He’s slow but deep with it, pressing them down into your throat until the webs of his fingers are pushing into the corners of your mouth, keeping him from going any further. You can still breathe and his fingers are positioned just right so you’re not gagging. But tears still spring to your eyes the longer he stays there and you have to start to fight the urge to gag as your body registers the obstruction.
“Hold it,” he says quietly, his eyes tracking over your face. You pull in a slow, bracing breath through your nose, determined to not let him down. One single tear falls over your lash line and he groans, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. You have no time to catch your breath before he’s pulling you up, hands under your arms. As soon as you’re standing, he leans over and runs his tongue up your cheek, licking your tear away.
“Good God,” you hear Felix breathe. You agree.
“Where do you want us to take you, noona?” Seungmin asks, straightening and looking down at you. He cups your cheek and wipes his thumb over the wet trail his tongue left, gently cleaning you up. His eyes soften as they search yours. You give him a little smile and set your hand on his waist, giving a small squeeze to let him know you’re fine with it all. In fact, your thighs are only getting more and more slippery by the second.
“Wherever you want to,” you respond, voice just a little scratchy from his fingers and Hyunjin’s cock down your throat. “You own me tonight.”
He looks more than pleased by that. You feel Hyunjin’s hand grip your ass cheek. He gives it a good shake then lets go and slaps it on a little upswing, watching it jiggle. You look at him watching your ass then over your shoulder. Felix is flushed, leaning back in the chair. His cock is out, so fucking hard and leaking, but he’s got his hands on the arms of the chair, white-knuckling it.
“Where do you want them to take me?” You ask him. Because as helpless as he looks and as much as the others are dominating you, he’s really the one in charge here.
“Right here,” Felix nods, indicating that he wants you to stay close, right in front of him. You give him a little smile and he winks at you.
“Done,” Hyunjin agrees, his hand smoothing over the curve of your ass now.
“Undress me,” Seungmin says, pulling your attention back to him by dragging one gentle finger along your jaw to guide your face his way.
You gladly follow his instruction, eager to see him naked. For as long as you’ve known him, you can count on one hand the amount of times you’ve seen him shirtless. You start with his pants because those fucking legs just go for days and you have a strange near-obsession with when he wears shorts, so it’s a good place to start. Sure enough, a happy thrill runs through you once he’s in his boxers only. He chuckles a little but lets you look and take your time. You look up to meet his eye as you start working the buttons on his shirt next. He watches you closely, like a predator tracking his prey. You push his shirt off his shoulders and down his long arms with your hands, running your palms along his soft skin. He’s not bulging like Hyunjin, hard like Felix, rippling like Chan, or cut like IN. But it doesn’t make him any less pleasing. His skin is smooth and lovely, his figure trim. He has defined muscles, they’re just from activity and athletics instead of hours spent at the gym. It’s actually super hot that he’s just naturally like this.
You run your hands down his chest and over his abs. He has the tiniest little bit of pudge - you can’t even call it fat because it’s not, just enough of a curve - at the waistband of his boxers and you fight the urge to bite at it. You settle for pushing his boxers down. Holy shit. Your eyes go wide. Chan’s dick was the biggest you’d ever seen or had but Seungmin’s was a close second. You had no idea he was packing that sort of heat. He caresses your face again and you lift your huge eyes to his.
“It’s ok, noona, you can take it,” he soothes. He drops his other hand to slide along your inner thigh. When he pulls it back, it’s shiny, “I think you’re wet enough to take me right now, in fact. Want to try it?”
“Yes,” you nod. You really do.
“Good,” he says, “Because I don’t think I can wait any longer to bury myself in that hot little cunt.”
You whimper and he bends just enough to hike your leg over his arm but when he straightens, your other foot comes off the ground. They’re too tall, he and Hyunjin. He looks down, shrugs, and simply swings your other leg over his other arm. You hold him around the neck, trying to keep your balance as he just casually holds all of your weight like it’s nothing. It’s fucking hot. He looks down between you and watches himself as he tips his hips to rub his dick up and down the sopping lace that’s sticking to you. He presses the head against your entrance and gives some pressure, nudging a little bit inside, your panties the thinnest barrier between you keeping him from fully entering. That is sexy in a way you didn’t even know you’d like and you softly moan his name, also watching.
He chuckles, but his voice is a little strained when he speaks. “Not even inside of you and you’re already moaning my name. Let’s see if I can get you screaming it next, hmm?” He slips his hand from where it’s holding your ass down a bit until his pinky can reach your panties and he pulls them to the side so easily, holding them out of his way as he returns his hand to your ass, both of them now gripping you as he pulls you slowly but steadily onto his cock. Your mouth stretches open as he sinks into your heat. Wet as you are, he still has to work his hips to get all the way inside.
“Fuck, you feel just as good as everyone says, pet,” Seungmin moans, his own lips parted as he looks down to watch himself disappear into you; watch your lips part wider and wider around his thick cock.
You can’t help it - you like that. You like that this group of sexy, wonderful men like how you feel. That they even know in the first place. That they are bragging about you to each other. You don’t think you would with anyone else but these are your boys. Your best friends. And now, so much more. You cling to him as he bottoms out, the backside of your thighs resting against his torso.
“Ok?” He checks in after a few seconds of letting you adjust.
“Yes. Please fuck me, Seungmin,” you beg, pushing your fingers up into the soft hair at the back of his neck.
“Gladly,” is all the warning you get before he’s manhandling you with those big hands, using your ass to pull you back and slam you down on his cock over and over. The slap of your skin hitting his fills the room and you hold your breath because you know that if you let it out, you really are going to scream. “Come on, noona, I want to hear you. Make those pretty noises for me like I heard through the walls in the hotel. Fucked my fist in the shower thinking about that the next morning.”
“Oh God!” You wail, your throat feeling raw at the force of it.
“Fuck, noona, can I please be inside of you too?” Hyunjin asks from behind you. Seungmin slows and stops and you look over your shoulder, panting, to find Hyunjin standing there, gripping his aching cock in one big hand. He looks like he’s almost in pain.
“Yes. Yes, please, I want you too,” you nod.
This time, it’s Felix who aids and there is something so incredibly intimate and sexy about the fact that he’s the expert now on fucking you in the ass that you flutter around Seungmin when Felix pulls a bottle of lube out of his crossbody bag.
“Wow you came prepared,” Seungmin huffs a chuckle, still just holding you on his dick.
“I wanted to make sure she’d have everything she needed,” he admits, looking at you with soft eyes.
You return the look then Hyunjin is waving a hand between you.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s very romantic and thoughtful. Now please give me that lube so I can fuck this beautiful ass and make this beautiful woman feel good.”
Seungmin chuckles again and you flush a bit at the compliment and in anticipation. You tilt your head back with a little murmur of pleasure as you feel Felix and Hyunjin’s fingers on your ass, rubbing and pressing against your hole, taking turns pressing lube inside. The sensation is phenomenal and you squirm a little, making Seungmin hit you just right deep inside. A moan rips out of your chest.
“God damn you are a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Seungmin says in amazement, like he’s not even trying to dirty talk, he’s just astounded.
“Need to be filled up, don’t you baby?” Felix purrs, smoothing your hair back with his free hand. You look over to him and nod, leaning into his touch. “I know,” he coos, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, “I’m looking forward to it, too.” He steps back and looks you over, giving himself a slow tug. “Ready?”
“Yes,” you nod.
Hyunjin guides himself to line up with your hole then presses slowly inside. Once he’s in enough, Seungmin moves his hands to allow Hyunjin to grip your ass instead, pulling your cheeks further apart as he sinks into you. He moans long and low, his head falling back; his fingers twitching against your skin.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Felix says smugly and God he is so hot over there, all cocky because he was the first to fuck you like that.
“Yes,” Hyunjin moans, too lost to complain.
You feel even more full this time, stretched to your limit as Hyunjin’s hips meet your bum. You’re breathing deeply, just trying to adjust. Seungmin drops his forehead to your shoulder.
“Oh shit you’re extra tight now. I’m gonna fucking lose it so fast,” he actually whimpers and it makes your stomach drop. It won’t take you long, either, with all the build up and sexiness of everything.
You tilt your hips a bit, signaling them to move. Hyunjin goes first, slowly pumpkin in and out of you a few times to get you both used to it. On his fourth stroke in, Seungmin pulls out a bit and then stuffs you full of him again as Hyunjin draws back once more. You moan, once again hurting your throat with the low, overwhelmed pitch of it. You’re so full, so absolutely drowning in pleasure. Seungmin is in front of you, watching himself piston in and out of you, your tits as they bounce, your face as you feel him inside. Hyunjin is behind you, his hips working in perfect, long strokes, his teeth in your shoulder, his hands gripping your ass. Felix is leaning back in the chair, sinking into it with his hips on the very edge, watching with shining, hooded eyes as you get fucked into oblivion by his friends, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, sharply tugging it; his balls bouncing against his ass.
It’s too much, it’s just right, and your mouth drops open as you feel yourself hurtling toward an orgasm you’re almost afraid to have, it already feels so intense. Your nails dig into Seungmin’s shoulders as you start to crest and his hips stutter as he comes at the exact same time. He swears, slamming into you one last time, coming hard inside of you as you milk him. Your vision goes a little spotty and your toes go numb as it wracks through your body.
“Oh shit oh fuck I’m coming, I’m cominggg,” Hyunjin moans, pressing deep into you from behind and unloading as well. Your eyes roll back.
It lasts longer than usual, your body clenching down almost painfully hard on Hyunjin and Seungmin as they grow sensitive, coming down. Finally, your rigid body goes completely limp in their arms and you’re carefully adjusted so they can pull out one by one. They cradle you between them, hands stroking and mouths soft on your skin. You glance over at Felix with hazy eyes to see that he’s come too, a mess all over his thighs and hands and stomach. In your weakened state, you only barely can form the thought of how you want to lick it off him. He chuckles, reading your mind.
“Next time,” he promises as he reaches for a tissue.
Hyunjin lets Seungmin take you and disappears down the hall. He calls out after a few moments and Seungmin is carrying you to him then, into the bathroom where the giant tub is on, jets and all, a layer of bubbles on the surface. It’s so nice, so domestic, so thoughtful, that you start to cry. You’re not remotely sad or regretful, just embarrassed. Seungmin only holds you closer.
“It’s ok, darling,” Hyunjin gives an understanding smile, coming over to gently wipe your tears away, “That’s a natural response to something so intense. Let it out, we’re here.”
You do and they care for you so well. When you calm down, you’re helped into the tub. Seungmin climbs in behind you, settling you between his legs, and pulls you back against his chest. He wraps his arms around you. He’s quite clingy now, surprising you. But you like it. Hyunjin finishes lighting some candles and then gets in on the opposite end, gingerly arranging himself. Felix comes in next and sits on the edge of the tub.
“Squeeze in,” Hyunjin sighs, “it’s not like we’re not all well acquainted by now.”
Felix perks up with a happy smile, glad to be included, and climbs in next. It’s a big, rich person tub, but there are four adults in it now. Your legs are all tangled together in the middle, someone's thigh under yours, someone’s knee over your shin. You wouldn’t change it for the world. You spend the rest of the night there, just being close with each other. You’re all limp and cozy and piled in Hyunjin’s bed at one point and you drift happily to sleep, right in the middle; all three of them touching you somehow.
ㆍ dawg in who ? ﹒﹒ 𝒦𝐼𝑀 𝒮.
❤︎ 𝓈eungmin is drunk… under alcohol & jeongins influence !
♪ ﹒﹒ bf! 𝓈eungmin ﹠ 𝒻!reader ﹠ bsf!𝒿eongin . ݁˖ ♡
ⓘ crack, sex jokes, alcohol mentions, heavy seungin poly implications, jeongin cameo, petnames ﹒﹒ 🎼 𝓈mau . 6ss
𝓉o 𝓎ou ◞ couldn’t let this sit in the drafts … someone tell jisung to make sure seungmin doesn’t have alcohol poisoning. ♡ + ⟲ & enjoy!
thank you so much for reading! sending you a kiss, quick, catch it . . . ᥫ᭡
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SEUNGMIN’S FACE IS FUCKING KILLING ME
Can I please request prompt number three with Seungmin? 💖 thanks!
There’s a first time for everything
incubus!Seungmin × afab!Reader genre: smut, mature warning(s): inexperienced reader, if you squint hard enough there is plot, piv (wrap it before you tap it), barely any plot, no editors/beta readers, i'm shy about me writing nsfw, dom!Seugmin, oral(both recieving), cum play, degradation and praise kink, someone get yn some water, overstimmulated, reader unconsious for a little bit,even tho Seugmin is a sex demon he cares, i might go to hell:) wc: 4,725 divider(s): @cursed-carmine editor: @shipwithnocaptain an: would like to clarify: reader is a university student, i didn't know where or how to put it into the fic! part of the number request thingy, hope you like it anon!
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Ever since your late high school days, you wanted to know what it would be like to have sex, and to try out all your fantasies, spending hours reading smut, watching porn. You wouldn't say you were a nymphomaniac, but you did assume you have a high sex drive. Sadly no men (or women) grabbed your attention enough to try to sleep with them, so here you are in your twenties, being desperate.
Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud, supposing it would help you with your sexual desires… of course none of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults would on a sleep over you're inclined to do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even though you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.
You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You wake up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you're about to get up to open the window you realise you aren't alone in your room. You're about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now, I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words have an effect on you that you don't quite understand, feeling heat pooling between your legs. After he feels like you won't scream he lets go of your mouth and you feel a wave of bravery and brattyness come over you, "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know it?" He grabs your face and forces you to look at him straight on, "You can call me Seungmin." After a little struggle, he loosens his grip enough that you can take a good look at him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It takes nearly all your will power to not let your urges control you and jump on him. "Wow, you invite me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" Your look of confusion makes him smirk as he leans into your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You can't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You don't finish your question as the events from earlier replay in your head. The stupid book. "O-oh." You don't really have time to continue this barely two-sided conversation as he shuts you up by kissing you. You have had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but nothing like this. At first its slow, sensual like he's waiting for your brain to catch up, and once you start kissing him back finally, you become desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts and worries stop, and your brain goes quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you're under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice is tight and keening with want. He scoffs as he picks you up; without any thought you wrap your legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it still isn't enough, you need more. Without a thought you start grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot through your flimsy pajama shorts. "Incubi have a special saliva, and a coating on our skin…" he takes a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face, ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.
You wonder how or why he doesn't seem affected, but don't ask, since that thought goes away as fast as it comes, and you go back to finding pleasure in humping him through your clothes until Seungmin puts you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like being cast under a spell you take off your pjs, and shiver from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimper at the sudden compliment. He leans down to kiss you, while helping you on the bed. Kissing his way down your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stops what he's doing and faster than you can react he squeezes your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You try to protest which earns a harder squeeze which goes straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he goes back to your nipples. It feels like eternity; you don't know how long he's busy with your chest, all you know is that you can't stop moaning his name, your hands finding a way to his hair as the pleasure keeps going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You can't even finish the sentence as he bites your nipple, which somehow pushes you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckles going up to peck your lips, "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well."
You can't even catch your breath as Min goes back down again, but this time, he stops between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname makes you pulse, clenching around nothing, which makes the incubbus watch in amusement "So eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seungmin starts slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then makes his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out for eternity" the thought making you grunt. He starts sucking on your clit which makes you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You feel something hard and long on his head, which makes you look at him, meeting his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushes one digit into you, cursing under his breath. For him, the more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you feel different, the desperation on your part, but also corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounds too good, too sweet to refuse.
He adds another finger, stretching you out more, and he lifts your lower body up, and spits into your drenched hole. The effect is immediate, which makes you grip the base of his horns harder. "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice hoarse by the constant noises that leave you. You feel like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he's doing any better. He's desperate to fill you with his cock, ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.
He pumped a couple more times until you come again, squirting all over his fingers and mouth while he diligently catches every last drop he can. You can't talk, nothing coherent forms in your brain other than his name, that leaves your mouth sounding like a prayer.
He lets go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.
He then turns you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undresses himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, it makes you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grins, like he can read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you do, as wide as you can, not sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.
He pushes his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible," making you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.
As he eases more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reaches into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushes himself fully in your throat, he pushes the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being filled with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are." The degradation sends new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that while you are alive no one will satisfy you as much as him.
He starts to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It feels like his member keeps changing forms as his pleasure builds, somehow growing, reaching deeper in your throat. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans, his hissing and the filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he takes his free hand and squeezes down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten fold. You blank out as you reach your peak, shaking so violently you think just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust become rigid and he releases his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you hear his explanation about his bodily fluids and how it affects the human body, and realise you are in for a long night.
He steps away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. Right then and there he decides to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looks down at you and chuckles, helping you up, giving you a surprisingly sweet kiss. You don't mind, its just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand are still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you're back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. Its too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips. "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he does is tease your hole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please…Min…Seungmin, I'll be patient," you beg but deep down you know it won't save you anymore. Out of nowhere he bottoms you out, making you scream his name from coming once again, you can't even count how many times this happened tonight, you're busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.
He leans down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you at a fast pace. "What a good cocksleeve you are, I won't let you go ever, you will now belong to me." The thought of being his makes you pulse around his length. He picks up the pace at your words "Oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever and wherever I want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts become more frequent as he keeps hitting your spot. You feel your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You're so full with him, his smell, his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer, everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, cum for me" He squeezes your airways hard enough so that you can barely breathe and he kisses you, pushing you to the edge, and he soon follows, filling you up.
You stay there a little while, feeling him going limp inside you while you fight to stay conscious. Once Seugmin gets up he looks down and chuckles at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he does; he helps you shower, puts new pjs on you then tucks you into bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappears into thin air as you fall back asleep, hoping that all this wasn't just a dream.
Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud and it is supposed to help you with your sexual desires… of course neither of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults on a sleep over you will do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even tough you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.
You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, being ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You woke up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you were about to get up to open the window when you realised you aren't alone in your room. You were about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words had an effect on you that you didn't quite understood, just felt heat pooling between your legs after he felt like you won't scream let go of your mouth and you felt a wave of bravery and brattyness coming over you "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know?" He grabbed your face and forced to look him straight up "You can call me Seugmin." After a little struggle, he loosened his grip enough that you could take a good look on him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It took nearly all your will power to not let your ugres control you, and jump on him. "Wow, you invited me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" The look of confusion made him smirk as he leaned to your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You couldn't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You didn't finish your question as the events from earlier replayed in your head. The stupid book. "o-oh" You didn't really have time to continue this barely two sided conversation as he shut you up with kissing you. You had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but it wasn't anything like this. At first it was slow, sensual like he waited for your brain to catch up, once you kissed him back, you became desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts, and worries stopped, your brain went quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you were under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice was tight and keening with want. He scoffed as he picked you up; without any thougt you wraped you legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it wasn't enough, you needed more. Without a thought you started grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot from your flimsy pijama shorts. "Incubi has a special salvia, and a coating on our skin…" he took a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face. ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.
You wondered how or why he didn't seem affected, but didn't ask, since that thought went away as fast as it came, and you went back to find pleasure in humping him trough your clothes until Seugmin put you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like under a spell you took down your pjs, and shivered from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimpered by the sudden compliment. He leaned down to kiss you, while helped you on the bed. He was kissing his way down on your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stopped what he was doing and faster than you could react he squeezed your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You tried to protest which earned a harder squeeze which went straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he went back to your nipples. It felt like eternity; you don't know how long he was busy with your chest, all you knew that you couldn't stop moaning his name, and finding a way to his hair as the pleasure kept on going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You couldn't even finish the sentence as he bit your nipple, which somehow pushed you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckled going up to peck your lips "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well"
You couldn't even catch your breath as Min went down back again, but this time, he stopped between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname made you pulse on air, which made the incubbus watch in amusement "so eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seugmin started slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then he made his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out until eternity" the thought made you grunt. He started sucking on your clit which made you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You felt something hard and long on his head, which made you look at him and you met his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushed one digit into you, cursing under his breath. The more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you felt different, it was desperation on your part, but corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounded too good, too sweet to say no to.
He added another finger, stretching you out more, he lifted your lower body up, and spit into your drenched hole. The effect was immidiate, which made you grip the base of his horns harder "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice was hoarse by the constant noises that left you. You felt like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he was doing any better. He was desperate to fill you with his cock ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.
He pumped a couple more until you came again, squirting all over his finger and mouth while he diligently caught every last drop he could. You couldn't talk, nothing coherent formed in your brain other than his name, that left your mouth sounding like a prayer.
He let go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.
He then turned you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undressed himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, made you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grinned, like he could read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you did, as wide as you could, not being sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.
He pushed his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible" this made you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.
As he eased more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reached into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, that was a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushed him self fully in your throat, he pushed the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being full with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are" the degradation sent new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that until you are alive no one will satisfy you as this thing.
He started to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It felt like his member kept changing forms as his pleasure built, somehow it grew, reaching deeper in your throat. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, his hissing and with tbe filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he took his free hand and squeezed down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten folds. You blanked out as you reached your peak, shaking violently you thought just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust became rigid and released his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you heard his explanation about his body fluids and how it affects the human body, and you realised you are in for a long night
He stepped away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. There and then he decided to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looked down at you and chuckled, helping you up, then gave you a surpisingly sweet kiss. You didn't mind, it was just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand was still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you were back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. It was too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he did is tease your whole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please… Min..Seugmin I'll be patient." You begged but deep down you knew it wont save you anymore; then out of nowhere he bottomed you out having you scream his name from coming once again, you couldn't even count how many times this happened tonight, you were busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.
He leaned down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you in a fast pace. "what a good cocksleeve you are. I won't let you go ever, you will now beling to me." The thought of being his made you pulse around his lenght. He picked up the paste "oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever wherever i want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts became more frequent as he kept hitting your spot. You felt your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You were so full with him, his smell his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, Cum for me" He sqeezed your airways hard enough so you can barely breathe and he kissed you, pushing you to the edge, then he followed soon filling you up.
You stayed there a little, feeling him going limp inside you while you fought to stay concious. Once Seugmin got up he looked down and chuckled at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he did; he helped you shower, put new pjs on you then tucked you to bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappeared to thin air as you fell back asleep, hoping that this wasn't just a dream.
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[ eyisy’s note. ] Honestly I went to visit my baby cousin today and I fried so I wanted to make this for chan but yani hit two k so then I decided to make this for her before the actual fic she deserves for the 2k and her birthday (the theme is so low quality but I cba to fix it don’t even joke lad.)
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DANCERACHA TEASER PHOTOS?! THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!!!
Nonstop Chaos | SKZ
Pairing: Skz maknae line x
9thmember!reader
Summary: Random texts between you & your members.
WARNINGS: mature language, crack, death threat but it's harmless.
SS: 5
Hyung line
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DANCERACHA TEASER PHOTOS?! THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!!!
── proofing time ☼︎ lee felix
[ ▸ ] — honeycrumb bakery has everything you need for a perfect summer: fresh pastries, strong coffee, and one ridiculously blonde, flirty baker. but at this point, your biggest workplace hazard isn't the ovens. it's your best friend, felix.
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[ ✐ ] — 6k
[ ⌗ ] — baker!felix x baker!reader best friends to lovers idiots in love felix is a little a sweetie pie ofc miscommunications classic binniebb banter graphic & detailed smut spanking hehe oral ( f receiving )
[ ✉︎ ] — g'day mate! we're traveling to australia for this one <3 airplane is the song that comes to mind for this fic, so pls give it a listen teehee. this event has been so amazing so far, and i would just like to thank all of you for supporting me and joy! as always, enjoy hunnies! and if you do, please like, comment, and reblog. makes me so happy to see your guys' thoughts and feedback! <3
By three-fifteen in the morning, Felix has already eaten half of a passionfruit cruffin that is supposed to go into the display case.
You catch him standing near the cooling rack with the pastry cupped in one hand and a guilty amount of sugar on the front of his black work shirt. He pauses when he sees you looking, then glances down at what remains as if he has only just noticed it there.
“That’s for the morning rush.”
Felix chews slowly before wiping his thumb against the side of his apron. “It cracked when I moved it.”
“You broke it.”
He takes another bite before you can rescue it, which is enough of an answer. You shake your head and go back to weighing flour while he leans against the bench, finishing the evidence and drinking from the coffee he brought in with him.
Honeycrumb Bakery sits on a busy corner in Newtown, between a florist and a vintage shop that changes its window display every other week. The front is narrow and bright, with pale yellow walls, small tables by the windows, and a glass display case that fills quickly each morning with croissants, cinnamon knots, fruit danishes, sausage rolls, and thick slices of sourdough.
The kitchen is practical and cramped. Two ovens take up most of one wall, the walk-in fridge sticks if it is pulled too gently, and the cooling rack nearest the sink has one bad wheel that makes it lean. Flour settles into the grout no matter how thoroughly the floor gets swept. By the end of every shift, the steel benches that were streaked with butter, sugar, and fingerprints all morning shine pristinely.
You prefer the kitchen before anyone else arrives.
At three in the morning, it’s only you and Felix, the low volume of whatever playlist he has chosen, and the work that needs to be finished before the front doors open.
You’ve been on the opening bake together for almost two years. In the beginning, Felix was the new baker who asked too many questions and apologized every time he stood in your way. Now he knows the entire prep list by memory and can tell from the way you move whether you’re tired, irritated, or simply not in the mood to talk.
This morning, he arrived wearing a black cap over his shoulder-length blond hair and carrying two takeaway cups. He placed yours beside the scale before taking off his jacket and tying his apron.
“I added an extra shot,” he said while working the knot behind his back. “You looked exhausted yesterday.”
“I was exhausted yesterday.”
“You look exhausted today too.”
You took the lid off the coffee and let the heat warm your face for a second. “That’s because it’s three in the morning, hun.”
Felix smiled as he pulled the croissant dough from the walk-in. “I thought you were going to say it’s because you have to work with me.”
You take a sip and nod. “That too.”
He carried the dough to the bench and set it down beside you. “Hush. You’d miss me.”
Unfortunately, he’s right.
You started liking Felix sometime between the early shifts, post-work brunch, and evenings when one of you would texts the other for no reason beyond having something small to say.
It didn’t happen in one dramatic moment. There was no sudden realization while he stood in perfect light or did something impossibly romantic.
It was quieter than that.
He remembers how you take your coffee and brings it without asking. He puts aside the crispest corners of the focaccia because he knows you like them. When you come in silent after a bad night, he lowers the music and works beside you without trying to force a conversation. He asks if you’re okay later, usually when you’re sitting across from him at brunch and have enough caffeine in your system to form a proper answer.
He’s attractive too, which doesn’t help.
Even half-awake, he looks great. His face is softer in the early hours, freckles visible beneath the kitchen lights, hair always escaping whatever hat or headband he has used to hold it back. By four, he usually has his sleeves pushed to his elbows and flour dusted across his hands.
You notice more than you should.
You notice the muscles in his forearms when he lifts full trays from the oven. You notice the concentration on his face when he scores loaves, and the way his mouth presses into a thin line whenever he measures something carefully. You notice how low his voice gets when he is tired.
Most of all, you notice how often he touches you.
Felix is naturally affectionate. Everyone knows that.
He hugs the front-end girls when they are upset and rests his head on their shoulders if he’s tired. He touches arms when he talks and leans into people he trusts.
With you, it happens constantly.
His hand settles at your waist when he passes behind you in the narrow kitchen. His fingers close around your wrist to pull you out of the way of an open oven. He stands beside you while you decorate pastries and rests his chin on your shoulder, even though he can see perfectly well from a few inches away.
You tell yourself it means nothing. Then he brushes flour from your cheek with his thumb and looks at you long enough to make that explanation feel weak.
By four-thirty, the sourdough is in the ovens and the first trays of danishes are ready to be baked. Felix works across from you, folding the edges of pastry around sliced pears while you pipe custard into the centres.
“You’re putting too much in those,” he says.
You don’t look up. “I’m putting in the correct amount.”
“The correct amount doesn’t spill onto the tray, love.”
“That happened once.”
“It happened last Thursday.”
“That’s why—once.”
Felix glances over at the row in front of you before moving around the bench. He stops at your side and rests one hand near yours, bending closer to inspect the danishes.
“This one’s already leaning.”
“It’ll settle in the oven, Lix.”
“It’s going to collapse.”
“You said that about the passionfruit cruffin and then ate it.”
“That was different,” he says. “I was hungry.”
You look at him then. He is close enough that the brim of his cap almost brushes your forehead.
Felix’s gaze drops briefly to your mouth. The look lasts a second before he reaches past you for the tray.
“I’ll put them in,” he says, his voice quieter than it was.
You step aside and try not to think about it.
That is how things have been between you for months—almosts. Almost holding hands. Almost kissing. Almost saying something that would force both of you to stop pretending. Then one of you makes a joke, or the oven timer sounds, or somebody else walks into the room. The moment passes, and you both return to something safer.
At six-thirty, the front-end staff starts arriving.
Sarah comes in first most mornings, tying her apron while checking the orders that were placed overnight. Mia follows with an iced coffee and a headache. Priya always wears her hair neatly pinned and somehow looks fully awake before sunrise. Zoe arrives last, often carrying a story about a delayed bus or a neighbour who kept her awake.
They move between the counter and the coffee machine while you and Felix load the display case. By seven, the front doors open. Within minutes, the bell above the entrance rings repeatedly and the espresso machine runs without a break.
The morning rush comes in waves. Office workers stop on their way to the station. Parents arrive with children who press their hands against the glass. Regulars come in knowing exactly what they want and still take five minutes to order.
You and Felix keep moving.
When Sarah calls back for more almond croissants, Felix carries out the tray while you start another batch. When the oven timer sounds while your hands are covered in dough, he reaches around you to switch it off. At eight, he hands you half a ham-and-cheese croissant because you haven’t eaten.
“I’m working,” you tell him, though you take it.
“You can do both.”
“I’m holding a piping bag.”
He takes the bag from your hand and holds it upright while you eat. “Now you’re not.”
You stare at him while chewing.
Felix smiles. “You’re welcome.”
It would be easier if he behaved like that only in the bakery, but he really doesn’t.
Somewhere along the way, spending time together after shifts becomes routine. You go for brunch at the same cafe every Friday, usually still wearing the clothes you worked in and smelling of sugar and butter. Felix always orders something sweet and then asks for a bite of whatever you choose. If you tell him no, he waits until you look away and steals it anyway.
Brunch often turns into walking around Newtown because neither of you wants to go home yet.
You visit bookstores and markets, and other bakeries under the excuse of research. Felix buys two pastries and insists that you split both so you can compare them properly. He takes pictures of the layers in croissants and makes notes in his phone, but most of the notes are useless by the time you read them.
Good texture. Nice butter. Maybe orange? Woman at table behind us coughing loudly.
“You’re terrible at research,” you tell him.
“I remember what I mean.”
“You wrote ‘meh custard’ and nothing else.”
“It was meh!”
On weekends, he finds reasons to invite you places that have nothing to do with work: The Royal Botanic Garden because the weather is nice. A night market because he saw a video about a dumpling stall. A late film because the session is cheaper and neither of you has to work the next morning.
You take the ferry across the harbour one afternoon and spend the ride standing by the rail. The wind pulls Felix’s hair loose from the tie at his neck, and after watching him fail to fix it for several minutes, you take the elastic from his fingers.
“Turn around.”
“I can do it.”
“You’ve made it worse.”
Felix sighs, but bends slightly so you can gather his hair. You tie it neatly and let your fingers linger at the back of his neck for longer than necessary.
“There,” you say.
Felix turns toward you and looks at you for a moment, eyes narrowed slightly against the wind. “Thanks, love.”
You nod.
Neither of you steps away until another passenger moves past.
At the gardens, he reaches for your hand while guiding you through a crowded path. His fingers lace with yours and stay there long after there is room to walk separately.
You don’t ask why and he doesn’t let go.
There are other moments that feel equally difficult to explain.
Felix brought you flowers one afternoon, claiming the florist next door gave them to him because she had too many. The florist looked completely confused when you thanked her the next morning.
He kissed your forehead outside your apartment after walking you home from dinner. You had called him mate because panic removed every other word from your vocabulary. He stared at you for a second, laughed softly, and waited until you were inside before leaving.
During movie nights, you sit with your legs over his lap. If you fall asleep, you wake with his arm around your waist and a blanket pulled over you. He never wakes you just to go home.
Your mother starts calling him “your Felix.” You corrected her once, but she continued anyway.
The girls at Honeycrumb stop asking whether you have plans after work because the answer almost always involves him. If your shift ends later than his, Felix waits near the back door with his phone in his hand until you finish.
You begin to wonder whether you’re both waiting for the other person to say it first.
Then, on an ordinary Thursday morning, you hear him tell Sarah he is seeing someone.
You’d gone into the storeroom for pistachios. The door stays partly open behind you because the hinge has swollen during the recent heat and no longer shuts properly.
Sarah and Felix are standing near the prep bench, their voices carrying easily through the kitchen.
“You should come out Saturday,” Sarah says. “Mia’s friend is coming too.”
Felix makes a quiet sound that is not quite an answer.
“The brunette from her birthday,” Sarah continues. “She asked about you.”
You stop reaching for the container on the top shelf.
Felix laughs, but there’s discomfort in it. “She was nice, but I’m not interested.”
“You barely spoke to her.”
“I know.”
“That’s usually how meeting people works, Lix.”
There is a pause before Felix answers. “I’m seeing someone.”
Your hand tightens around the edge of the shelf.
Sarah sounds surprised. “Since when?”
“A little while.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Who is she?”
Felix laughs again, softer this time. “I’m not telling you in the middle of work.”
You take the pistachios down and hold the container against your chest. The conversation continues, but you don’t hear much after that.
He’s seeing someone. And it’s been a little while, whatever that means.
You think about the dinners, the flowers, the walks, and the way he held your hand through the gardens. You think about the kiss on your forehead and his arm around you during movies.
Your face gets hot with embarrassment. None of it meant what you thought. Worse, Felix has been acting that way while he is with somebody else.
You stay in the storeroom until Sarah leaves the kitchen, then return to the bench with the pistachios tucked under one arm.
Felix looks up immediately. “You all right?”
“Fine.”
He watches you set the container down. “You were in there for ages.”
“Couldn’t find them.”
“They’re always on the top shelf.”
You open the lid and start measuring without looking at him. “Found them eventually.”
Felix stays beside you for a moment, but the front calls for more cinnamon knots before he can ask anything else.
For the rest of the shift, you keep your distance.
You don’t mean to make it obvious. You only stop doing the things that felt natural before. When Felix reaches for your waist while moving behind you, you step forward before he touches you. When he asks about breakfast, you say you have something to do at home. When he texts that afternoon asking if you want to watch a film, you tell him you’re tired.
He sends back a simple, Okay. Sleep well, love.
You stare at it for ten minutes.
The next morning, he still brings your coffee. He places it beside you without saying anything, then looks down at your hands while you tie your apron. “Did I do something?”
You keep your focus on the knot. “No.”
“You’ve barely spoken to me.”
“I’m tired.”
“You’re always tired.”
That almost makes you smile, but you stop yourself. “Then I’m more tired than usual.”
Felix nods slowly, though he doesn’t look convinced.
The change between you lasts for four days. Four mornings of careful distance. Four mornings of him watching you every time you move away.
You hate it. The kitchen feels smaller when you’re trying not to stand near him, and every task takes more concentration because you are aware of exactly where he is.
Felix doesn’t push at first. He asks once each morning if you want to hang out after and accepts your refusal. He texts less, probably because your replies have become short enough to discourage him. He stops touching you without thinking, and the absence of it hurts more than it should.
By Monday, neither of you can continue pretending.
The shift has ended. The front has quieted after the morning rush, and the girls are cleaning tables while you fold your apron near the lockers.
Felix waits by the back door.
He has changed out of his work shirt, but there is still flour caught near one elbow. His hair is loose around his shoulders, slightly tangled from being tied back all morning.
“We need to talk.”
You keep folding the apron even though it is already folded. “About what?”
“Whatever’s been happening all week.”
“Nothing’s been happening.”
Felix takes a slow breath and looks toward the kitchen before turning back to you. “You’ve barely looked at me. You won’t have brunch with me, you’ve stopped answering my messages, and every time I come near you at work, you move.”
You put the apron into your bag and pull the zip closed. “Maybe you shouldn’t be coming near me.”
His eyebrows draw together. “What does that mean?”
“It means you shouldn’t be flirting with me.”
“I’m flirting with you?”
The confusion in his voice irritates you more than it should. “You know you are.”
“No, I don’t.” Felix steps closer, though he stops well before touching you. “I don’t know anything right now because you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
You look toward the doorway to make sure no one is near enough to hear. “I heard you talking to Sarah.”
Felix’s expression changes slightly. “About what?”
“You said you were seeing someone.”
He stares blankly at you. You wait for guilt or embarrassment to appear. Instead, the confusion deepens. “I am.”
The answer makes your stomach tighten. “Right,” you say. “So maybe stop acting like this with me.”
“Like what?”
“Taking me out. Holding my hand. Bringing me flowers. Kissing me.”
Felix’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first.
You keep going because now that you have started, everything you have held in all week pushes forward. “I don’t know who your girlfriend is, and I don’t care, but I’m not going to be the person you flirt with on the side because you like the attention. I thought you were better than that, Felix.”
Felix blinks several times before looking around the room as though someone else might explain what you just said. “What girlfriend?”
“The person you’re seeing.”
He stares at you for another second. “I’m seeing you.”
You stop. Felix’s face is completely serious.
“What?”
“I was talking about you.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“Yes, I was.”
“We’re not seeing each other.”
Felix looks genuinely shocked and slightly hurt. “We’re not?”
The question is so sincere that you almost laugh, but the situation is too strange for the sound to come out properly. “No, Felix. We’re not.”
He rubs one hand over his mouth, then looks down at the floor. “I thought we were.”
“How?”
“We go out all the time.”
“We’re friends.”
“I hold your hand.”
“Friends can hold hands.”
“I brought you flowers.”
“You said they were free.”
Felix closes his eyes briefly. “They weren’t free.”
“I know that now.”
“You knew?”
“I thanked the florist.”
He winces. “Right.”
You cross your arms and wait.
Felix looks up again, his cheeks beginning to colour. “We have brunch and dinner together all the time. You come to my place. I go to yours. You fall asleep on me during movies. I kissed you outside your apartment.”
“You kissed my forehead.”
“I was trying to be respectful.”
“You called it friendly.”
“I didn’t call it anything. You called me mate and walked inside.”
Your mouth opens, then closes.
Felix runs a hand through his hair and gives a quiet, embarrassed laugh. “I just thought you were nervous.”
“I was nervous.”
“Then why are we arguing?”
“Because you never asked me out.”
“I asked you out constantly.”
“You asked if I wanted to hang out.”
“I asked you to dinner.”
“As a friend, Lix.”
“I pay.”
“You always offer to pay, though.”
“I bought flowers.”
“You lied about where they came from though.”
“I panicked.”
The frustration leaves you slowly, replaced by disbelief.
Felix watches your face carefully. “I genuinely thought we were dating,” he says. “Not officially, maybe, but I thought we both knew where it was going. I was going to ask you properly. I just didn’t think you believed I was seeing someone else.”
You stare at him for a long moment before you start laughing. You try to stop, but the entire week has been miserable, and the explanation is so stupid that there is nowhere else for the feeling to go.
Felix looks offended for half a second before laughing too, though his face stays red. “You thought I had a secret girlfriend?”
“You told Sarah you were seeing someone.”
“I was talking about you, love.”
“You could have said my name.”
“I didn’t know if you wanted me to say anything. Plus, you were hiding in the storeroom.”
“I wasn’t hiding.”
“You stayed in there for like ten minutes.”
“I was processing.”
Felix’s smile softens. “You do that a lot.”
The laughter fades, leaving the two of you standing close together near the back door.
You look at him properly for the first time in days. “You really thought I was your girlfriend?”
Felix nods. “I hoped you would be eventually. I suppose I skipped a step.”
“A fairly important one.”
“Yeah.”
He reaches for your hand slowly, giving you enough time to move away. You stay still, and his fingers close around yours.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I should have asked.”
“I’m sorry I kinda called you a cheater.”
“That part hurt a little.”
“You were acting suspicious.”
“But I bought you flowers.”
“Secretly.”
“I’m not good at this.”
“You really aren’t.”
His thumb moves across your knuckles. “Do you want me to ask now?”
You look down at your joined hands, then back at him. “I think you should.”
Felix smiles, smaller and more nervous than usual. “Will you go out with me?”
“We already go out.”
He laughs softly. “Please don’t make this harder.”
“Sorry.”
“As my girlfriend,” he clarifies. “Properly this time. With both of us aware.”
You let him wait for a few seconds because he deserves it. “Yes.”
Relief shows across his face before he leans in and kisses you. It’s not the forehead kiss from outside your apartment. And it’s definitely not cautious or easy to dismiss afterward.
You catch the front of his shirt and kiss him back, months of uncertainty making you less careful than you expect.
Felix makes a quiet sound against your mouth.
That sound changes the kiss. His other hand comes up to the back of your neck while he guides you against the wall beside the lockers. The concrete is cool through your shirt, but Felix is warm against you, and when his mouth moves from yours to your jaw, your fingers tighten in his hair.
“We’re still at work,” you whisper.
“I know.”
“Someone could come back here.”
“I know.”
His lips find the side of your neck.
You close your eyes. “Felix.”
He lifts his head, breathing harder now, and looks toward the open doorway.
Neither of you needs to discuss it. You grab your bag. Felix takes your hand, and the two of you leave through the back door before anyone can ask why you are both in such a hurry.
The walk to your apartment should take fifteen minutes. It takes longer because Felix keeps pulling you into quiet doorways to kiss you, then laughing against your mouth when you remind him that going home would be faster.
You barely make it through the front door before he kisses you again. His hands move over your waist and hips as you walk backwards through the apartment, neither of you willing to separate long enough to turn on more than one light. You catch the edge of the hallway table with your hip and laugh into his mouth.
Felix steadies you, smiling as he kisses the corner of your lips.
“Still think I’m friendly?”
“You’re being very friendly right now.”
“I can stop.”
“You’d better not.”
You pull him toward the bedroom by the front of his shirt. Felix follows without hesitation.
Your back hits the mattress with a soft whump, and Felix is already climbing over you, those calloused baker’s hands sliding up your thighs before helping you out of your work shirt.
“Can’t believe you,” you gasp against his mouth, hands working to take his own shirt off before you give up and just yank it off.
His laugh is breathless, sunshine-bright even now, even with his pupils blown wide and his lips kiss-swollen. “I thought you knew! I bring you coffee every morning. I walk you home every shift.” He ducks down, teeth grazing your jaw.
Your retort dies in your throat because his hands have shucked your pants off and found the edge of your panties, fingertips slipping beneath the elastic. The retort dies, and what comes out instead is a sound you’ve never made before—a throaty, desperate little whimper that makes Felix pause, pull back just enough to look at your face.
His expression shifts. The playfulness doesn’t disappear, but something else layers over it. Something hungrier.
His hands find your hips. “I’ve been wanting this for so long, babe. Do you know how hard it is to watch you bend over the display case every morning and not—”
“Oh my God.” Heat floods your cheeks.
“Yeah. Pure torture. Sarah asked me once why I was staring and I had to pretend I was counting inventory.”
You laugh, and it comes out breathier than you intended, because his fingers are still tracing that line just beneath your waistband, back and forth, back and forth, like he’s content to tease you until the sun comes up.
“Felix.”
“Mm?”
“If you don’t take these off right now, I’m going to—”
“Going to what?” That grin. That infuriating, gorgeous, sunshine-on-a-summer-morning grin.
You pull him down hard enough that your teeth click together before you find his mouth. He groans into the kiss, all pretense of teasing gone, and then his hand is moving, pulling your soaked panties down your thighs with a single, efficient motion.
“Lift,” he says against your mouth.
You lift your hips. They disappear somewhere. You don’t care where.
He leans back and it’s like a choir of angels starts singing. He’s lean, leaner than you expected under the loose bakery tees, with a narrow waist, tight abs, and a trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his jeans. The bleached blonde of his shoulder-length hair catches the lamplight, and for a second he looks like something out of a dream. Your very patient, very stupid, very shirtless dream.
“What?” he asks with a small grin.
“Shut up and take your pants off.”
His laugh is the same one he uses at the bakery when you burn the first batch of sourdough or when Mrs. Henderson comes in and complains about the price of lamingtons.
His jeans hit the floor, boxers following. You unclasp your bra, and then there’s nothing between you but the few inches of air that suddenly feel like miles.
The lamplight catches him differently now. The lean muscle of his thighs. The jut of his hipbones. The girth and length of him.
Your mouth goes dry. “Felix.”
“Yeah baby?”
“You are really, really pretty.”
Something flickers across his face—pleasure, maybe, or relief, or some combination of both—and then he’s moving again, lowering himself down the length of your body. His shoulders part your thighs like it’s nothing, like he’s done this a hundred times before.
His breath is warm against the inside of your thigh. “I could’ve been doing this, and you’ve been thinking I was taken.”
“You were taken. By me, apparently.”
“I am taken by you.” His mouth brushes your skin. “Let me make it up to you.”
“You’re the one who thought we were dating. Shouldn’t I be making it up to—”
His tongue drags a slow line up the inside of your thigh and your sentence dissolves into static.
“Mm?” he says, and the vibration of it hums against your skin. “What was that?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Another drag of his tongue, higher this time. Closer. “You definitely don’t.”
The words you were forming scatter like flour off a countertop.
His mouth finds you. There’s no preamble after that. He licks into you like he’s been thinking about it—and he has, he definitely has—and the sound you make is not a sound you’ve ever made before. A gasp that catches in the back of your throat and doesn’t quite make it out.
Your hand flies to his hair. The bleached strands slip between your fingers, softer than they have any right to be considering how often he’s bleaching them.
“God, Felix—”
He hums against you in response. Your hips buck. His arm comes up to press across your stomach, pinning you to the mattress.
“Stay,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak. His lips are slick. “Let me do this. I get to take my time.”
“This is torture.”
“Not for me.”
Then his mouth is back on you and his tongue is doing something that makes your vision blur at the edges and there’s no more conversation after that.
His finger slides inside you without warning—one, then two—and the stretch of it makes your back arch off the mattress. He curls them, finds that spot that makes your whole body jerk, and then he laughs against you. While his fingers are inside you.
“Right there?”
“Yes, right there, don’t you dare stop—”
He doesn’t stop. His mouth stays on you, tongue working a steady rhythm against your clit, and his fingers move with the kind of precision that makes you wonder if he’s done this often. Extensively. The thought should bother you but instead it just makes you wetter.
The pressure builds. Your thighs shake and threaten to close around his head. Your fingers twist harder in his hair and you hear him make a sound—half groan, half whimper—and that’s what does it. The knowledge that he’s getting off on this too. That your pleasure is doing something to him.
Your orgasm hits you like a wave at Bondi—sudden and overwhelming and you don’t have time to brace for it. Your back bows. Your mouth opens. A sound tears out of you that might be his name or might be a word or might just be noise.
He works you through it. His tongue slows, and his fingers stay inside you, working them gently, letting you pulse around them.
You’re still catching your breath when you grab his wrist. “Lix.”
He looks up at you over the plane of your stomach. Mouth wet. Chin wet. Hair a disaster where you’ve been pulling it. “Yeah?”
“I need you.”
“But I wasn’t done—”
“I don’t care.” You pull at his wrist until his fingers slide out of you, and the emptiness makes you clench around nothing. “I need you inside me. Right now.”
Something shifts in his expression. The sunshine dims, just slightly, replaced by something more intense. “You have a condom?”
“Top drawer.”
He reaches over you to pull open the drawer of your bedside table. The stretch of his body across yours is distracting—his chest hovering inches from your face, the smell of him (sourdough starter and cedarwood soap), the way his stomach tenses with the movement.
He finds the box and tears it open with his teeth. Hot.
“Let me,” you say, and take the foil packet from his hand before he can protest.
He settles back on his heels, watching you. His cock is—God. You’d caught a glimpse of it earlier and felt it against your thigh when he was climbing over you, but now seeing it up close is different. Makes your mouth water.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says, but his voice is rougher now.
“Maybe next time.” You tear the packet open.
“Already want it again, huh?”
You laugh, but your hands are shaky, and geez, rolling a condom onto a big cock is significantly harder when said cock’s owner has also started rolling your nipples between his fingers. But you manage. His breath hitches when your fingers brush the underside of his shaft, and the sound of it—that little intake of air—makes you feel powerful in a way you’ve never felt before.
Then he’s moving, positioning himself between your thighs, and the head of him presses against you. “Okay?” he asks.
“More than okay.”
“Because we can wait if you’re not—”
“Felix, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to walk back to Honeycrumb and lock myself in the freezer.”
“Yes, ma’am.” And then he pushes inside.
The sound you both make is obscene.
He’s not small. You knew that. You saw that. But knowing and feeling are two different things, and the stretch of him inside you makes your eyes roll back in your head. He sinks in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust, and his forehead drops to yours when he bottoms out.
“Holy shit,” he breathes.
“Yeah.”
“You feel—”
“I know.”
“I’m going to move now.”
“Please. Please move now.”
He pulls back and thrusts in again and the rhythm of it, the weight of him, the way his body slots against yours—it’s so much better than you imagined. And you imagined it a lot and mentally cursed whatever lucky person had him. But you were the lucky person. The realization makes you laugh, and the laugh turns into a moan mid-way because he chooses that moment to angle his hips differently.
“What’s funny?” he asks, not slowing down.
“Just—ah—just thinking about how I used to—God, right there—how I used to feel guilty for wanting you.”
“Guilty?”
“Thought you were someone else’s.”
His rhythm stutters. He pulls back to look at your face, hair falling around both of you like a curtain. “And now?”
“Now I know you’re fucking mine.”
Something flashes in his eyes. His hand comes down on your hip and he flips you onto your stomach before you can process what’s happening.
“On your knees,” he says, and the playfulness is gone from his voice, replaced by something lower. It makes your cunt clench around nothing, suddenly empty and aching.
You push up onto your knees, the sheets tangled beneath you. His hand smooths over your ass. Once. Twice. Gentle. Then it comes down in a sharp smack that makes you gasp.
“That’s for thinking I was a cheater,” he says, and his voice is rough but there’s laughter curling at the edges of it, sunshine bleeding back through.
“I didn’t know—”
Another smack, harder this time. The sting of it radiates through you, settles somewhere deep and warm.
“That’s for calling me ‘mate’ after I kissed you.”
“It was a—”
The third smack makes you moan, your fingers curling into the sheets.
“That one’s just because I wanted to,” he says, and then his cock is pressing against you again and you push back against him without thinking.
He slides in with one thrust this time, deeper from this angle.
“Fuck,” you gasp.
He sets a pace that’s faster than before. His fingers dig into your hips and the sound of his skin against yours fills the room—wet and rhythmic and utterly filthy. Your arms give out. Your face presses into the mattress, muffling the sounds you’re making, and he reaches forward to gather your hair in one hand, pulling just enough to turn your head to the side.
“Want to hear you,” he says. “Don’t hide from me.”
“The neighbors—”
“Don’t care about the fucking neighbors.” His hips snap forward, sharp, and the sound that tears out of you is loud enough to prove his point. “That’s better. That’s my good girl.”
The words short-circuit something in your brain. His. Because you are his. Because he was saying ‘I want you’ in so many ways and you were too thick to notice.
His rhythm changes—slower now, deeper, each thrust measured and deliberate. “Stop thinking.”
“Then fuck me stupid.”
His laugh is breathless. “Okay, baby.”
His hand releases your hair. Slides down your spine. Presses between your shoulder blades until your chest is flat against the mattress, ass in the air, and the new angle makes him even deeper somehow. Impossible. Too much. Not enough.
“Touch yourself,” he says.
“What?”
“Touch yourself. Want you to come again. Want to feel it.”
Your hand slides beneath your body, finds your clit, and the dual sensation—him inside you, your fingers on yourself—makes your vision white out for a second.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s my fucking girl. Come on, come for me again, I’ve got you—”
The pressure builds faster this time. Your orgasm hits you like a truck and you clench around him so hard he makes a sound—a broken, desperate sound—and his rhythm stutters.
His thrusts turn erratic. Three more, four more, and then he’s burying himself to the hilt, leaning down and groaning against the back of your neck. “F-fuck, baby. Oh my—mmph!”
You feel him pulse inside you, feel the warmth of him through the condom, feel his whole body shudder against yours.
For a long moment, neither of you move. Then he pulls out slowly, carefully. He ties off the condom, chucks it into the bin, and collapses onto the mattress beside you. He looks wrecked.
“So,” he says, turning his head to look at you. “That happened.”
“That happened,” you agree.
“And now you believe me? About the dating thing?”
“I believed you before. I just needed to—” you gesture vaguely at your naked, sweaty bodies, “—process.”
His laugh fills the room, golden and bright and so utterly Felix that you can’t help but laugh too.
You roll onto your side until you’re facing him, your fingers finding his somewhere between the sheets. This time, when he laces them together, there isn’t a misunderstanding hiding behind it. There isn’t a question waiting to be asked.
He smiles at you, soft around the edges now. “Hi, girlfriend.”
You smile back. “Hi, boyfriend.”
It’s the easiest conversation you’ve had all month.
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