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summary: when you see hyunjin's outfit on stage, you just can't seem to help yourself.
length: 1.6k
warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, kinda dom!hyunjin, kinda sub!reader, big time hand kink, fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, cum eating, pet names, praise, degradation if you squint, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
a/n: this has been in the drafts for literally 800 years, so i finally edited it so it can see the light of day
that glove.
that damn glove.
you wish you had never seen it. your life would be so much simpler if hyunjin hadn't worn that glove. he had worn it while performing a few days ago. the black leather only covered his thumb and index finger, leaving his other three fingers exposed.
you already have a thing for hyunjin's hands, but the combination of the dark leather contrasted against his tan skin has your mind reeling. you imagine what the sensation would be like to have the cold material of the leather and the warm feeling of his fingers as he runs his fingers across your body or into your mouth or inside your cunt. you feel yourself start to grow warm just thinking about it as that all too familiar ache grows between your legs. desperation in its purest form.
you decide you need to do something about this. hyunjin is at dance practice right now, and you know he has access to where the stylists keep his outfits, so you decide to just text him about it. a faint blush grows on your cheeks as you begin typing on your phone. hyunjin knows you like his hands a lot, but this particular request is still a little embarrassing, it is just a glove after all.
y/n: hey, baby ❤️ you know that glove you wore the other day for that performance at the awards show?
hyunjin: hello, love ❤️ yes, what about it?
y/n: any chance you could take it home tonight?
hyunjin: shouldn't be a problem. why do you want it, love?
y/n: i was thinking maybe you could wear it tonight. I've been thinking about what it feels like since you wore it…
hyunjin: ooooh ok, i see...i'll make sure to grab it before i leave. anything to make my love happy
y/n: thanks, baby! i love you, see you tonight
hyunjin: i love you too! wear something pretty tonight, something that looks good with leather 😉
your cheeks grow even hotter as you set your phone down, mind racing even faster now that your fantasy is becoming a reality.
time seems to pass at a painstakingly slow pace as you wait for hyunjin to come home. he already told you that he would probably be home later than normal since they're practicing for a comeback, but it feels like even longer now that you're just sitting here in anticipation. you've been laying in your bed on your phone just trying to pass the time. you listened to what hyunjin said, and you put on your favorite set of red lace lingerie. you thought the red would look nice with his black glove.
your heart skips a beat when you hear him unlock the door to your apartment.
"hi, baby," you call out, setting your phone on the nightstand as you adjust yourself in bed so you're laying on your back, arms casually draped across the pillow above your head, exposing your whole body to him.
he doesn't respond, which makes your heart beat faster as your hear his footsteps approaching through the silence. he enters the room and stops in the door way. leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, he just looks you up and down.
"hey, beautiful," he says with a sly grin. "you did wear something pretty for me, didn't you?"
you sheepishly smile at him, rubbing your legs together to relieve the tension growing in your core as he stares at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"well since you're wearing something for me, i wanted to wear something really nice for you," you reply.
he crosses the room to you, keeping his hands in his pockets. he stops when he's standing at the edge of the bed next to where you're laying as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. you hum against his lips as you wrap your hands behind his neck to pull him closer to you.
your lips continue to dance together as he crawls into bed until he's hovering over you. your eyes roll back as he detaches his lips from yours to begin nibbling and sucking on your neck. he takes one of the hands that was holding himself above you and begins to trace it along your figure.
that's when you feel it.
so that's why he was keeping his hands in his pockets. he had the glove on the whole time.
your breath hitches and goosebumps form across your skin as you feel the stark contrast of the cold leather and his warm fingertips brush delicately across your skin. you feel yourself growing wetter by the second when you feel him smile against your neck. he's loving the affect this has on you.
he sits up his knees so he can look at all of you, staring down at you with hooded eyes. your lust blown gaze meets his as he continues to rub your body. you wiggle and writhe under his touch, bucking your hips occasionally to rub yourself against his leg as best as you, desperate for friction.
"look at my pretty girl, all desperate for me" he coos. "you really do like this glove, don't you?"
you nod your head rapidly in response.
he gently pulls the lace covering one your breasts to expose your nipple. he brushes his leather clad thumb across it, make your back arch as you mewl at the sensation.
"oh you really like that," hyunjin states matter of factly. he continues his work on your nipple, occasionally rolling it between his gloved thumb and index finger.
after a while, he continues to rub his hands across every part of your body, practically worshipping you.
"so beautiful," he mumbles, almost as if he's just talking to himself as his hands and eyes dance across your form.
you're beginning to soak through your panties, you need his fingers inside you now. "hyunjin…"
"yes, pretty?" he asks as he lowers himself towards you to nibble on your earlobe.
"inside please," you beg between whimpers.
he places a soft kiss on your temple as he shimmies your panties down your legs. he runs his index and middle finger through your dripping folds, coating himself with your juices. he groans when he feels how wet you are.
"you really like this glove, don't you, pretty?" he teases.
"mhm," is all you manage to mumble out between moans as he continues to run his fingers over your pussy. the mixture of the smooth leather and his calloused finger is almost unbearably erotic. you feel yourself clench around nothing as he teases your entrance slightly while he begins to rub soft circles on your clit with his thumb, the leather making his thumb slide across your sensitive bud with ease.
he finally pushes his fingers inside you while he continues to thumb your clit. your head rolls back and your back arches when you finally feel the sensation you've been dreaming about for days. the slick, cold leather on his index fingers feels like heaven against your walls when paired alongside the warmth of his middle finger.
pumping his fingers in and out of your aching pussy, he curls them slightly to rub that sweet spot inside you, the leather and calloused fingertip only adding to the sensation as he reverently rubs at your clit. he peppers kisses all along your collarbone and shoulder as you begin to come undone beneath him. your breathing grows erratic as the knot in your core begins to tighten, your high approaching even faster than you thought.
hyunjin can tell your getting close so he raises his head to look at you while he continues his work on your cunt, your walls clenching around his hand in pleasure.
"feels so good when you squeeze me like that. can you cum on my fingers, pretty? show me how much you love this glove on me," he prompts you.
this is all it takes for the knot inside you to break. your legs shake as your cunt pulses around his fingers, coating him with your cum while you moan his name like a mantra. he continues to rub in and out of you and slowly circle your clit while you catch your breath and come down from your high.
"good girl," he calmly whispers at you while pressing his lips gently against your cheek.
he finally pulls his fingers out of you and holds them up for both of you to look at. you feel aftershocks of arousal shoot through as he stares at his fingers, awestruck with the way your wetness makes the leather on the glove shine. he lowers his fingers to your lips.
"suck," he gentle commands. you wrap your lips around his fingers, tongue dancing around them while your mind goes numb from the mixture of tasting yourself and feeling the leather and his skin inside your mouth. your eyes flutter closed but not before you catch the way his achingly hard dick twitches in his pants at the sight of his fingers in your mouth.
he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a slight pop before he lays on the bed next to you, placing gentle kisses all over your face.
"thanks for bringing the glove home," you joke with a small giggle.
"anything for you, love," he says as he presses a kiss to your lips. "if there's anything else you want me to steal from work, let me know."
seungmin will make anything a game if he can find a way to. this competitive streak doesn't disappear when he's in the bedroom, but you can't say you're mad about it. not in the slightest.
sometimes he will race himself, seeing if he can set a new record in how quickly he can make you cum, or how many times you can finish in a set amount of time. he hates losing, which works very heavily in your favor, because it means he's constantly looking for ways to get better in the bedroom, so he can beat his old records.
then there are the other times. the nights that you both love and hate. where he makes you the victim of his games. you never know what to expect on these nights, because he's constantly thinking of new ideas.
on several occasions, he's made you see how long you could last without cumming while teasing your body with his fingers and tongue. he's even come up with rewards and punishments for you based on how long you are able to hold off, both of which you've experienced.
during one particularly torturous game, he made you count down from one hundred before you could cum. every time you fumbled over a number or lost your place, he made you start over. you lost track of how many times you had to restart before you were finally allowed to finish.
he doesn't play these games with you often, but when he decides to you never complain. you're always willing to go along with whatever competitive idea crosses his mind, knowing that you will definitely be thoroughly enjoying the night.
"shit, baby," jeongin hisses, clenching his teeth to keep from making any more noise.
you run your fingers up his aching dick once more before lightly brushing your thumb across the sensitive part just below the head. a gasp flies from his lips, and his hand shoots out to grab your wrist, pausing your movements.
"we...we ca...we can't," he finally manages to get out, too focused on the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock. "someone could walk in and catch us."
your eyes shoot to the door as you consider his words. his dressing room doesn't have a lock, and someone could walk in at any moment. but he also still has twenty or so minutes before he's expected to meet backstage.
he has an interview tonight, and he was so incredibly nervous when you came to visit him. it's an american interview, and he is always more stressed for those, because he gets worried about his english. you had decided to help calm him down, but somehow you sitting in his lap and playing with his hair to help him relax had led to you straddling him with your hand down his pants while you sucked and nipped at his neck.
"no one is going to come in," you reassure him, wanting to finish what you started, not only for selfish reasons, but also because you know he'll feel better and more confident as well. "your hair and makeup is done, you're already dressed, and there's still plenty of time before you have to go."
"i don't know..." he mumbles, eyes darting back and forth between the closed door, and your hand that's still wrapped around him.
"baby," you say, reaching up with your free hand to gently caress his cheek, guiding him to look at you. "i'll stop if you really want me to, but i think it might help for you to get off before you go live for the interview. at least it will be better than going out there with an anxious mind and a throbbing dick."
you bite your lip as you tease him and his gaze darkens at your words.
he doesn't break eye contact while he slowly removes his hold on your wrist and moves to wrap his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deep kiss.
summary: you decide to tease minho while at a party and he's not having it
length: 2.5k
warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, dom!minho, sub!reader, praise, degradation, humiliation if you squint, choking, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
you lean against the bathroom door, tipping your head back to rest against it. as you stare up at the ceiling, a thought suddenly crosses your mind. you don’t know if it’s the little bit of alcohol flowing through you or your ever-growing desperation for minho or a combination of both that has the idea starting to form in your head. whatever it is you can’t help but turn to smile at yourself in the mirror, sharing a conspiratorial grin with your reflection before hitching your dress up to slide off your panties.
they are already practically soaked from the last few hours. it had been pure torture to be so near to him all night, knowing that the two of you would finally have some alone time after the events of the evening, but not being able to really touch him. if he was near you he would secretly caress your hand with his, or smile lovingly at you from across the room, or brush his hand gently across your back if he was moving past you. but beyond that there was little interaction. it didn’t bother you because you know how much pda makes him uncomfortable, but it had been so long since you truly had time together.
both of you had been so busy the last few weeks that you were only able to see each other for short periods of time. and that doesn’t even include the extra practice this week for the awards ceremony performance and then the actual awards show and now this after-party to celebrate their win. you were so proud of him for his accomplishments and wanted him to get the recognition he deserves, but at the same time you were practically counting down the minutes until it was over and you could have him to yourself.
until then, you had the exquisite suffering of watching him greet people and socialize with his friends while wearing the most perfectly fitted black button down and pants. an hour into the party you knew that if you had to stare at his thighs in those slacks, or that little triangle of bare skin from where he unbuttoned the top of his shirt, or his carefully tousled hair for a moment longer you were actually going to start screaming. so you had excused yourself to the bathroom to take a moment. and that’s when the idea had suddenly came to you.
you readjust your form-fitting dress back down around your thighs and ball up your panties in your hand, making sure they weren’t visible. you head back out to the party and sit on the arm of the couch next to minho, nudging his shoulder to get his attention.
“hey babe, i thought i would see if you wanted something to drink? or maybe a little snack?” as you finish talking you casually grab his hand in yours. to anyone around it appears to be a sweet little gesture, but you use it to secretly tuck your damp panties into his palm. you see realization flicker on his face for just a moment before he regains his neutral expression. throwing him a wink, you saunter back across the room and settle into a chair.
when you look back at him, he is just pulling his hand from his pocket, having undoubtedly slipped your panties there so no one would see them. you can’t help the little devious grin that creeps across your face. now maybe you won’t be the only one desperate for this party to be over.
the smile quickly disappears as your eyes meet his face and find him fiercely staring at you. he leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on his thighs, head tipped down slightly while his gaze remains trained on you. his casual posture is in such stark contrast with the intensity of his stare. to anyone else he appears relaxed, just enjoying listening to conversations around him. in fact, no one seems to notice that he is no longer piping in every now and again with a witty remark or comment on the current topic.
you’re the only one in the room that seems to be aware of the shift that went through him. you squirm in your chair, trying but failing to hide your nervousness at his sudden unwavering attention. you frequently look away, unable to keep looking at him. but every time you look back, his eyes are still trained on you.
you don’t know how much time passes with his gaze pinning you to your chair, but you feel yourself growing more and more sober with every second his eyes devour you. just when you think you might just simply explode under his piercing gaze, he leans back on the couch and his right hand moves to his opposite wrist. with a movement so slow you aren’t even sure it’s happening, he undoes the button on his shirt cuff. and then he undoes the other. keeping the same torturous pace, he slowly starts to roll up his sleeves, never breaking his stare. you have to bite back the whimper that starts to slide up your throat as his forearms are exposed. when he finally settles the sleeves just below his elbows, he leans forward once more, resting his arms on his thigh and lacing his fingers together.
as much as his stare is making you nervous, you can’t help the way his intimidating gaze is sending sparks of excitement through your veins. if you were still wearing your panties you know that they would be even more soaked now than when you gave them to him.
he maintains his stare for a few moments longer before giving you a subtle ‘follow me’ motion with his fingers and pushing off the couch to head out of the room.
when he makes it around the corner you quickly glance around to make sure no one is paying attention before getting up to follow him. by the time you make it to the hallway, he is already near the end, his back disappearing from view as he turns into a room. when you make it to the room as well you find it completely dark. you falter for a moment, second-guessing if this is actually where minho went, when you feel a hand pull you into the room.
before you can even register what’s happening, your back is pressed against the now closed door and a switch is flicked, light flooding the space to reveal a small closet of some sort. you don’t have time to look around because all you can focus on is the way minho’s hand is up against the wall near your head as his face leans dangerously close to yours.
“would you like to explain what the fuck this was about?” he asks, his voice even and restrained. an object comes into view in the narrow space between your faces and you direct your focus to it. a blush creeps up your cheeks as you realize the object is your panties, dangling from the index finger of his free hand. words fail you and you simply bite your lip in response. minho’s eyes darken even more as he zeros in on the movement.
“are you such a little slut that you couldn’t even wait for the party to be over?” as he speaks he moves even closer to you and heat floods your core at the way he’s crowding your space. “you just had to have me that badly?” he leans in and nips your jaw harshly. you whimper at the sensation and tip your head back, knocking it into the door as you do.
“yes min,” you moan as his lips and teeth start to work their way down your neck. “i…i just miss..missed you so much.”
“you missed me? just me? because your behavior seems to suggest that you missed something else.” his lips trail up the length of your throat before ghosting over the shell of your ear. “like my cock.” goosebumps break out across your skin at his words and you can feel some of your arousal start to run down your inner thigh, your panties no longer there to help contain it.
“no, no, it’s not like that.” your words are rushed and you stumble over them as you fight against the lust clouding your brain at the feelings of his lips sucking gently on the skin beneath your ear. “i’ve just barely seen you recently because of our busy schedules and then you were gone and now you’re back--”
“well then,” he interrupts your rambling by pulling away suddenly. “if it was just me that you missed then i suppose we can head back to the party. i’ll make a spot next to me on the couch and that way you won’t have to feel like you’re so far away from me. that sound good?” he reaches for the door handle, but you stop him by grabbing his wrist before he can turn it.
“no! please! yes, i miss you and your presence of course, but that’s not it. i also missed--” your voice trails off and you look away, too embarrassed to admit your desperation for him out loud.
“yes princess?”
heat fills your cheeks as you look back at him, arousal shooting through you when you find that piercing gaze trained on you. “i.. i can’t say it, don’t make me say it.”
“if you want it so badly that you’ll take your panties off and give them to me in the middle of a crowded room, then you can be a good little slut and use your words.” he leans in close to you again, his lips brushing against your ear when he speaks. “come on princess, be a good girl and tell me what you want. tell you what you’ve missed.”
his words have you rubbing your thighs together and your desperation for him finally outweighs your embarrassment. “i need your cock. please min, i’ve missed it so much.”
“good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a light kiss to your temple before flipping you around and pressing your chest into the door. your brain momentarily short-circuits at the sharp contrast in gestures. you barely register the jingling of his belt coming undone or the way he bunches your dress up above your hips. your mind snaps back into sharp focus when you feel his hard length start to grind against your now exposed ass and you moan at the sensation, pushing back into him, begging for more friction.
“mmm, that’s my girl, always so needy for me.”
he brings one of his hands up in front of your mouth in a silent command and nudges his hips into yours to get your attention when you don’t immediately notice. the gesture refocuses you and you quickly comply, running your tongue across the length of his palm. you take your time to fully coat his hand with your saliva, messily moving your mouth across it. you take a moment to suck deeply on his fingers, reveling in the deep groan that vibrates through his chest when you do.
when he’s satisfied with your work he pulls back slightly and starts running his slick hand up and down his now throbbing cock. you barely have time to whine in protest at the lack of contact before you feel him moving forward again and aligning himself with your entrance. bracing one hand on your waist and the other on the door next to your head, he enters you fully in one stroke. you gasp out a moan at the sudden sensation, pleasure coursing through you at the feeling of finally having him after waiting for so long.
he quickly picks up a steady pace, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into yours. as he fucks you, the hand gripping your waist wanders up your body until it reaches the neckline of your dress, pulling it down slightly to grope your breasts. he rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger and you mewl as pleasure shoots straight to your core.
when his other hand moves from the wall and snakes down between your legs to start playing with your clit, you cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of everything that’s happening. the hand that was toying with your breasts slides up and wraps around your neck, lightly applying pressure. he leans in even closer and continues fucking you in shallow strokes as he starts to whisper in your ear.
“shhh princess, i don’t want anyone to hear how i’m fucking my little slut like she deserves.”
you bite back your moans as best as you can, but the occasional whimper slips out as he continues to fuck you so perfectly, hitting every spot just right.
pressure starts to build low in your core, rapidly growing as he continues to play with your clit while thrusting into you faster and harder. just as you’re about to tip over the edge he increases the pressure of his hand around your throat and you shatter, choking on your own moans as you fall apart around him.
he eases his pace as you come, slowly thrusting into you as you ride out your high. his own release is rapidly approaching, but he holds it back, determined to draw out your orgasm as long as possible. he clenches his teeth as he feels you pulse around his cock, rolling his thumb against your clit gently in order to pull every ounce of pleasure from your body.
when he feels you start to come back down, he increases his pace, hips stuttering as he finds his own release. he buries his face in your neck to muffle his groans of pleasure as he tightens his arms around you, holding you close as he spills himself deep inside of you.
he drops his forehead to your shoulder as he pants, taking a moment to catch his breath. after his breathing returns to normal he gently pulls your dress back down and spins you around in his hold, pulling you closer to his chest.
“god, i love you,” he murmurs while planting a kiss on the top of your head.
“even when i’m annoying and antagonizing and take off my panties in the middle of a party with your friends and coworkers?” you scrunch your nose as you grin up at him, trying to make light of your embarrassing behavior from earlier.
“especially then,” he whispers back. “but don’t even think about doing it again. i let you off easy this time, but next time you decide to pull a stunt like that, i will have to punish you.” he emphasizes his statement by tightening his hold around your waist and you can’t help the shiver of excitement and arousal that rushes through you at his words.
“now let’s get back out there and get this party over with so i can take you home and fuck you properly.” he opens the door and gestures for you to head out, giving your ass a sharp smack as you do.
hellooooo ♡ i recently discovered ur writing and i'm just obsessed with everything you write so i was wondering if i could be added to ur taglist?? thank u so so much ♡♡
hi lovely!!! we're so happy you love our writing! we've added you to the tag list!
hello there, sweet anon! we appreciate you asking! we aren't writing threesomes at this time. we actually don't write any group stuff (sexual or not), including member x member. we appreciate your understanding. if you're ever wondering if something you want to send in is something we write, we encourage anyone who requests on our page to check out our rules for what we will and won't write about. it isn't a definitive list, because someone might send something in that we aren't comfortable writing that maybe we hadn't thought about, but it covers a vast majority of it. we greatly appreciate your interest in our blog and trusting us to write something for you though! although we personally are not comfortable writing it, there are plenty of talented and amazing writers here on stayblr, so i'm sure there's someone else who can write your request and do it even better than we could!
Hi! I have an...idea, so to say, and if you're okay with such kinks.
So.
Poly! skz, all members have a huge crush on reader (virgin). Boys have a "Sharing is caring" kind of agreement, there are a lot of tension, flirting and kisses, but nothing NSFW yet. A reader has the most powerful chemistry with Chris (to the point of sparks like from broken high voltage station), but Chan being Chan restrains himself from being affectionate because of insecurities. Reader, being fed up with his emotional constipation, confesses and kisses him first. Cue phrase from reader: "You maybe are the last to kiss but I chose you to be my first", meaning chosing him not only as a first sexual partner, but as a boyfriend too.
And THAT'S how the party started.❤😈
hey there! thank you for sending this in! we actually don't write any poly!skz stuff. we didn't have anything about specifically poly!skz written in in our rules (we have since updated it), but we don't write any group stuff (sexual or not), including member x member. if you're ever wondering if something you want to send in is something we write, we encourage anyone who requests on our page to check out our rules for what we will and won't write about. it isn't a definitive list, because someone might send something in that we aren't comfortable writing that maybe we hadn't thought about, but it covers a vast majority of it. all the being said, we appreciate you sending stuff in and trusting us to write your request! but we personally are just not comfortable writing it. there are, however, plenty of talented and amazing writers here on stayblr, so i'm sure there's someone else who can write your request and do it even better than we could!
thank you again, and we appreciate your understanding!
Where he uh- has a kink for your breasts and handcuffs. And he does dirty talks? I hope you get what I’m trying to ask here. I’ve never asked for a request here so… will you do it? It’s ok if you don’t want to though-
hey, lovely! thank you so so so much for this request!! we love creative requests like this, and omg i was so excited to write this for you! enjoy!!
when you first asked felix if he would be willing to handcuff you in bed, he nearly spit out his drink before turning fifteen shades of red. the two of you had been cuddling on the couch together after a night out with the other members, and you had just blurted out the question. you had been thinking about it for awhile, how you think it could be fun and exciting to have felix restrain you like that, to be at his mercy.
you hadn't said anything before then because you had been too nervous, but the couple of drinks running through your system gave you the confidence to finally ask. unfortunately the alcohol also made you just bluntly blurt out your request, catching felix completely off guard.
he fumbled over his words when he responded, telling you that if it's something you would want to do than he's more than willing to try it at least once, to see if it's something you'd both end up liking.
and that was that.
neither of you brought the topic up again over the next few weeks, and you all but forgot the conversation. until tonight.
the two of you are out on a date to a fancy themed bar one of your friends had told you about. it's one of the best nights you've had in a while, simply enjoying the fun atmosphere of the bar, sipping on some delicious drinks, and laughing with each other about the most random stuff.
the bar made their drinks strong, so you are definitely feeling the couple of cocktails you had, and from his flushed cheeks, you can tell that so is felix. by the time you're in the uber on your way home, the two of you are a giggling mess, happily enjoying the buzz. you take turns stealing kisses and touches until the tension between you is nearly unbearable. one look at the growing bulge in his pants and his blown out pupils has you desperate to get home. he then nudges you with his shoulder before leaning over to whisper, "i have a surprise for you at home." his voice is low and husky, and you find yourself rubbing your thighs together to relieve some of the ever growing ache from between them.
the two of you barely make it into the apartment before his mouth is on yours. his hands are around your waist, and yours are buried in his hair as you stumble back to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
you lose yourself in his lips and before you know it, you're both in bed, almost entirely undressed with felix reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. as he slides it down your arms, he pulls away, eyes moving to devour your breasts with his gaze.
"god, your tits are perfect," he says reverently while moving his hands up to grasp them, squeezing gently. "do you know how many times a day i think about them? about holding them?" he moves his thumbs to graze your nipples, causing you to gasp and arch up into him. "and so sensitive, i love watching you react. sometimes i wonder if i could make you cum from just this," he pinches your nipples, and a moan escapes you. the combination of his dirty words and hands teasing your flesh causes bolts of bright hot arousal to shoot through your veins.
he's not usually this vocal, usually a little too shy to say such filthy things to you, but the bit of alcohol flowing through his system must have given him a dose of confidence. and it's absolutely ruining you.
he squeezes your tits once more before pulling away, bending over to reach into the drawer of his bedside table. "but that will have to wait for another time. i have other plans for tonight."
your eyes grow wide when you see his hand come out of the drawer, a pair of handcuffs dangling from his hand.
"if that's okay with you of course," he rubs the back of his neck, and you can tell from the bright red tips of his ears that he's still a little nervous despite the buzz lending him confidence.
"yes, very much so," you quickly respond, head nodding in encouragement.
a shy smile creeps up his lips, and he reaches for your wrists, slowly placing the cuffs on one and tightening it carefully before moving to the other. the contrast of his gentle movements and the cold metal biting your skin has your head swimming and your pussy clenching in anticipation.
when he has them securely on, he grasps the chain between the cuffs with one hand and moves it up until it's pinned to bed, holding your wrists firmly in place above your head. his other hand trails down your waist before moving between your legs and cupping your pussy through your soaked panties. you roll your hips up into his, whining when he presses the heel of his hand into you, teasing your clit torturously.
he quickly rids you of your panties before returning his hand to your pussy. he hums approvingly when his fingers glide through your folds with ease. "already soaked, just like i thought you'd be."
he slowly plunges his fingers into you, teasing you with every inch. when he finally starts stroking you, he does it at a tauntingly slow rate, ensuring his fingers curl just right as he does. he keeps up the taunting pace until you're practically thrusting up into his hand, begging for more.
"god, you're so pretty when you're like this. you don't even know what it does to me to see you so needy."
his fingers pick up their pace, and his thumb moves to start circling your clit, driving you closer and closer to release with every stroke. your body arches up into him, and you feel the cuffs bite into your wrists, the sensation only enhancing the whole experience. his name starts to pour from your lips like a mantra as you fall over the edge.
his hand continues to work you while you cum, making sure to pull every ounce of pleasure from your body until you collapse into the bed.
his gaze darkens as he watches you, hands pinned above your head, breasts heaving as you try to catch your breath, and body ruined from the intense orgasm he just brought you. after a moment, he releases the chain, and you move your cuffed wrists up and behind his neck to pull him down for a kiss.
his tongue tangles with yours, kissing you deeply, slowly, sensually. his lips move in perfect rhythm with yours for a few minutes before he nips your bottom lip and pulls away, looking down at you with a dark glint in his eyes.
"now, do you want me to fuck you with or without the cuffs?
besties i really needed to get a thought out of my head or i will literally implode <3
but my current daydream is just chan with a slight breeding kink finishing inside and then gathering his cum on his fingers and fucking his cum into my mouth w his them <3333
anyways i luv luv you guys' works, smut or not 🫶🏻✨ off anon bc i really admire the dynamics you two have w each other when writing and i thought it would be nice to tell y'all this 💋💋 luv y'all
first of all!! bestie, omfg thank you 💕 we are so so so glad you love our writing, and your kind words are making our heart all soft and squishy 🥺
and on that note...this daydream of yours? oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow
nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
because chan most definitely absolutely loooooves cumming inside of you. and it's not just because getting to fuck you without any barrier is just so much better, he loves the way he can feel ever inch of your pussy as he thrusts into you, and every little twitch and quiver of your body as he brings you pleasure.
it's also because getting to feel your pussy grip him while he cums deep inside of you amplifies his pleasure in a way he can't even begin to comprehend. like he has never been able to cum nearly as hard as he does then when he's buried in your pussy.
he loves claiming you in this way, like he's marking you secretly. and when he pulls out and can see some of his cum start to leak out of your ruined pussy and run down your thigh???
holy fuck.
it's like his brain stops working. and he just can't help himself from gathering the cum on his fingers before shoving them into your mouth. when you suck hard on them as he slowly pumps them into your mouth before swirling your tongue around his fingers to make sure you get every last bit, it's like he's died and gone to heaven.
okayyyyyyy anywho thanks for planting this thought into my head for me to obsess over with you because oh man.
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Mafia boss bang Chan and you are his queen. Go crazy
nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
omfggggg bestie don't even get me started...
anywhoooo, i just know that best leader chan is an incredible mafia boss. the amount of things he keeps organized and running at once is actually fucking insane. and he is protecting and watching out for every single person in his mafia. like you fuck with them, you have to answer to him. but despite all the time, energy, and dedication he pours into his mafia, there is one thing that will make him drop everything at a moment's notice.
you.
he may be king in the mafia world, but he is on his knees for you. he is so absolutely fucking whipped for you. he loves nothing more than spoiling the shit out of you and showering you with his love. if he notices something catch your eye, it's yours before you can even say you want it.
anytime you are out together, especially for "work" events, he is going to be touching you in some way the entire time. whether it's by holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist, he makes sure every single person in the room knows that you are his. fuck with you and they have to deal with him. you may be his biggest weakness, but everyone knows better than to try and target you, because messing with you is like buying a one way ticket straight to hell.
you're his queen and he absolutely worships the ground you walk on. that translates to the bedroom as well. he loves being able to take his time with you, worshipping every inch of your body until you become a blissed out mess beneath him. and on days when he's busy and the sex is rushed, he still somehow manages to make you cum several times before he has to leave.
he runs the mafia, but you're really the one in charge because you own his heart.
you said go crazy and i definitely am going crazy over mafia boss chan. and it really doesn't help that we have the freeze mv to help me visualize everything and obsess over it more 😩
Hehe I saw that your requests are open so decided to pop here,
So I was thinking of sadist seungmin, I feel no one talks enough about sadist seungmin, he'd be so strict I feel and he'd totally have you over his knees if u misbehave (ofc everything is consented here) I just can't stop thinking of this😭
(feel free to ignore this request if it makes you uncomfortable or for any reason you don't want to write I won't mind it's your blog after all)
Also if you do end up writing this request I'm ok w gender neutral or female oc here, so whichever you want is ok w me
omfg yessssss. dom sadist seungmin is something that we have talked about for a long time when brainstorming things for our blog, and i feel like that side of him never gets talked about enough so thank you thank you for this request. i had a really fun time writing it, and i really hope you enjoy it!
"and ten. good girl," seungmin praises while gently kneading the sore flesh. your ass stings from his recent ministrations but your pussy is soaked, desperate for more. his hand slides up your back, pressing down slightly, so your breasts push further into his leg from how you're bent over his lap. he then moves his hand back down and across your ass before moving it between your legs sliding his fingers through your dripping folds. he pumps two fingers roughly into you for a moment before pulling them out and rubbing them across your already messy pussy, spreading the juices across your skin. you whine and moan at his actions, moving your hips back towards his hand.
"just look at that, absolutely fucking soaked for me. god, you're such a slut. you just love me spanking you so much. isn't that right, baby?"
a loud moan escapes your lips, both in response to his words and at the pleasure coursing through you when he starts playing with your clit. you squeal and jump when his hand suddenly slaps your pussy. the sound transforms into a whimper when he moves his fingers back to roll against your clit, white hot pleasure replacing the pain sparking through your system.
"i bet you purposefully acted out just so you would get punished, huh? you just love when i have you over my knees that much?"
you try to form words in response, but the feeling of his hand working your pussy makes your head swim with pleasure, robbing you of all cohesive thoughts. another sharp slap to your pussy clears your head, bringing your focus back.
"i asked you a question."
"mmm, yes seungmin! love when you spank me! it--it--" you choke on your words as he starts circling your clit in earnest with his fingers, quickly bringing you close to the edge of release. "feels...too good... fuck...gonna cum-"
his hand suddenly leaves your cunt, and you cry out at the loss of contact. "no! please! need to cum, please!"
you hear him chuckle darkly above you before bringing his hand back to your pussy, stroking it so slowly. he keeps the pace painfully slow, taunting you his touch until you're practically writhing on his lap.
"more, please, more!"
he picks up his pace, rapidly pushing you towards the edge and a series of moans and curses pour from your lips as you feel yourself about to fall apart for him.
his fingers leave you again just when you're on the brink of orgasm and a sob clogs your throat, your body strained and desperate for release. you whimper and whine in response, losing your mind over the sudden loss of pleasure.
his palm lands on your ass in a harsh smack before he roughly gropes the flesh. "come on, use your words. tell me what you want."
"i want to cum! please make me cum, i'll do anything, i'm begging you!"
"good girl. well then, i suppose since you asked so nicely..."
before you can even fully process his movements, he pulls you off his lap and tosses you onto the bed on your stomach. he quickly rids himself of his pants and boxers before kneeling behind you, wrapping his hand around your thighs to drag you back towards him. he shifts your hips up and back into his, roughly dragging his cock through your dripping folds once before slamming into you. the sudden burst of pleasure has you screaming his name and then chanting it like a mantra as he pounds into you at an unforgiving pace.
you try to rise up on your elbows, but the force of his hips snapping into yours is too much, and you collapse back into the bed. your body jolts slightly when you feel his hand connect with your ass again. the sharp sting from the smack disappears into pleasure as he continues thrusting into you, and the contrast of the two sensations makes you moan loudly into the pillow beneath you.
"oh, you like that, huh?"
you try to respond, eager to please, but all you can manage is garbled moans and choked curses, too blinded by pleasure to form actual words.
"awww, has my little slut been fucked dumb?" your pussy clenches around his cock at his filthy words pulling a groan from deep in his chest. "god, you're so fucking hot when you're like this, so desperate and needy for me, so eager to let me do whatever i want to you."
his hand slides slowly up your spine, his fingers tangling lightly in your hair. he tilts your head to the side so he can see the blissed out expression on your face. "you've been such a good little slut for me. i think you deserve a reward, huh? should i let you come now?"
"please!" you manage to choke out between moans, your body teetering on the edge and begging for release.
he releases his hold on your hair and moves his hand down between your legs, roughly toying with your clit. all it takes is a few flicks of his fingers, and you can feel your release start to barrel through you. just as your orgasm hits, seungmin suddenly pulls out and plants another slap to your pussy.
the sudden jolt of pain amplifies your orgasm in a way you didn't know was possible. a scream of pleasure rips out of you, and your vision goes white before your eyes roll back. your thighs shake uncontrollably as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure you've ever felt rolls through your body. if it weren't for seungmin's hands on your hips holding you up, you would have collapsed into the bed, having lost all control over your body.
he thrusts back into, bottoming out before stopping and just holding you close to him while you cum. the feeling of your pussy violently pulsing around his dick as you lose yourself to your orgasm is too much, and he ends up spilling himself inside of you with a strained groan.
after what seems like an eternity of you cumming, you finally start to come back to reality, eyes blinking hard to clear your vision and chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. when he feels you relax beneath him, he pulls out and your pussy clenches around the sudden emptiness as another aftershock rolls through your body.
his hands release your hips, and you collapse fully onto the bed, seungmin flopping onto his back next to you. he pulls you close to his chest and neither of you say anything, too blissed out and overwhelmed by everything that just happened to form words. you know the two of you will talk about it later, seungmin is always so good about making sure you are comfortable with everything he does to you. but for now, all you want to do is just relax into each other. you start to drift off and you feel a soft kiss pressed into your hair just before you fall asleep.
Erm...Hi!:) I saw that requests are opened, and well...here I am! May I ask for scenario when best friend-reader teaches Minho how to dance salsa/bachata? Like, it begins as fun and sfw, but suddenly grows hotter for both sides, and ends like a (very) hot smut? Inspiration source: "Despacito".*wink* Thanks in advance!
your mind. it's so powerful. omg omg omg omg dancing with minho??? amazing. dancing bachata with minho???? unparalleled!
i hope you like it! this was so fun to write! i truthfully don't have much experience actually dancing bachata, so i did a little research on it, and i did my best to describe it as best as i could haha.
thank you for the lovely idea, anon! (also thank you for being so patient i know this took 87 years for me to finish 💀)
genre: smut, best friends to lovers, 18+ (minors dni)
length: 2.4k
warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, tit play, semi public sex (it's in a private space so idk if it even really counts), unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), cream pie, pet names, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
years. that’s how long your best friend minho has spent trying to convince you to take one of his dance classes.
minho is an incredible dancer and teaches classes in his free time. he teaches everything from hip hop to contemporary to freestyling. and it’s not that you necessarily consider yourself to be a bad dancer, but the things he taught were things he excelled in, so the pressure to be good was high. you trust minho more than anyone else, but he is still your best friend, so if you were to embarrass yourself, he would never let you live it down.
you had been thinking more about it recently, and there was one area that you might actually have the upper hand. all your life, you had grown up with salsa and bachata, so you considered yourself to be fairly good at them. if you were going to do a dance class with minho, you had to be the one in control (then there was no way to embarrass yourself), so teaching him something you enjoyed and were good at might be the perfect compromise.
“hey,” you say to him one night while you’re both watching tv on the couch. “you know how you’ve been wanting me to take one of your dance classes for a while now?”
minho looks at you with wide eyes. “is this you finally agreeing?”
“not so fast there, buddy. hear me out,” you say with a laugh. “i’ll dance with you, but it has to be on my terms, i don't wanna embarrass myself. so that means i'm going to be the one teaching you.”
“ok, you’ve piqued my interest,” he responds, eyebrow raised in curiosity. “what did you have in mind?”
“how about a private bachata lesson taught by yours truly?” you say with a grin as you motion to yourself.
“bachata?” he inquires. “hm, that could be fun…let’s do it! we can use my studio friday night.”
“really?!” you ask. you hadn't really expected the dancing king to actually agree to letting someone else try to teach him, so you had honestly set yourself up for him to say no.
“yeah, i think this’ll be a good time,” he says with a grin. “plus if this is what it takes to finally get a dance class with you, then i’ll take what i can get.”
friday finally comes, and you’re increasingly nervous about this “private lesson.” even though you’ve known how to dance bachata for what feels like your whole life, you’ve never taught it to anyone else. also, even though you’ve been friends for so long, minho has actually never seen you dance. you’d be lying if you said your heart wasn't racing as you walked into his studio. it was a pretty cozy space, very private with thankfully no windows where prying eyes could look in.
“hey,” you say shyly.
“oh hey!” he says with a smile as he makes his way over to you. “you ready?”
“as i’ll ever be,” you reply with a nervous laugh. “i made a playlist of some songs that i thought might be good for us to dance to.”
“oh sweet, let me hook up your phone,” he says as he takes your phone to connect it to the stereo system. he presses play as the familiar sound of “propuesta indecente” by romeo santos echoes through the space.
you spend quite a bit of time just teaching him the basics, how to step correctly, how to turn correctly, how to move your hips correctly. unsurprisingly, he catches on pretty fast, so you move on to teaching him some partner work. as he takes his hands in yours, you show him how to take everything he’s learned and put it into moving with a partner. giggles are exchanged as he does his best to follow you, but once he finally finds the right pace and rhythm and gets used to the movements, you’re dancing like you’ve been doing this together for years.
this is when you realize just how sensual this dancing style can feel. you always knew bachata could be a very sexual dance, but in the past. when you’ve danced with other people, it never really became sensual, it was just like any other dance. but when minho moves like this and when you move together with him, you feel your cheeks growing a little warm. you’ve never really felt this way about him before. obviously, he's a very attractive man, but you've only ever seen him as a friend. ‘it’s just the music and the dancing, it doesn't actually mean anything,’ you try and convince yourself.
this convincing works a bit until he starts to get even more comfortable with the moves and pulls you closer to him, hips moving together in harmony as you both step on count while his knee occasionally slots itself between your legs as he moves, bringing him somehow even closer to you. the butterflies in your stomach are growing by the second, and you’re finding it harder to maintain eye contact with each passing song.
it only gets even harder to remain calm when he decides to turn you around so your back is pressed again him, hips now moving against each other with each step as your ass grinds on him. you're thankful that you're facing away from the wall of mirrors in the dance studio because you feel your cheeks growing red at the intimate contact. you’re wondering if minho is feeling the same level of tension, but you get the gut feeling he is as his hands let go of yours and trace their way down your body until they land at your hips, allowing him to hold you even closer now.
you dance like this for a painstakingly long time, an ache growing between your thighs with each passing minute. he finally turns you back around and you continue to dance while facing each other, movements becoming more and more minimal until you're both standing still as music continues to ring throughout the studio. there's something in the air, a feeling between you two that you cant quite place as your eyes dance across his face, desperate to try and figure out what he’s thinking. you notice his eyes wander down to your lips before glancing back up to meet your gaze.
‘fuck it,’ you think as you lock your lips onto his. you feel him tense up under your touch, but he quickly relaxes and deepens the kiss. his hands grab onto your hips as your fingers tangle in his hair. his lips are soft and supple, pressing against yours like they were made to be there. almost as quickly as you kissed him, you push away from him, the realization of what's going on finally hitting you.
“minho, what are we doing?” you ask, panic slightly evident in your voice. “we’re best friends, what are we doing?”
“do you want to stop?” he asks, eyes darting across your face to figure out what to do.
“no,” you admit.
“good, me neither,” he states matter of factly. “we both trust each other and we both want this, so we can figure out the logistics later, but right now, i just need you.”
his words make you press your lips back onto his. without breaking contact, he slowly guides you so you're laying on your back on the ground so he’s hovering over you. he begins to press soft kisses along your jawline before he works his way down to your neck, nibbling and sucking occasionally. your hands tangle in his dark locks as his hand reaches up under your shirt to squeeze your breast over your bra, making you let you a slight moan.
“can i take this off?” he asks as he gives the band of your bra a slip snap against your skin, lips still attached to your neck.
“yeah,” you let out in a breathy moan.
he detaches his mouth from you to lift your shirt over your head. you arch your back to allow him access to the clasp of your bra.
“minho, wait,” you interject, making him stop his movements entirely. “what if someone comes in?”
“they won't,” he responds. “i locked the door before we even started dancing.”
you nod in response before he finishes ridding you of your bra. almost immediately, he attaches his mouth to one of your breasts, licking, kissing, and sucking all over it while his hand rolls your other nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“oh god,” you moan. he hums against your skin in contentment, loving the affect he has on you from just playing with your tits.
you reach down and palm him through his sweats. you feel your pussy clench around nothing when you feel how hard he is. you can also tell he is incredibly well endowed. all of minho's ex partners would rave about how good sex was with him, and now you're beginning to see why. he moans against your breast as you to continue to rub him over the material.
the feeling of desire in you is growing rapidly and you find yourself growing impatient. you begin bucking your hips up into his, craving any sort of friction. he clearly gets the hint as he immediately strips you of your clothes before ridding himself of his.
he peppers kisses down your torso, his mouth making its way to where you want him most.
“wait,” you pant out.
“are you ok?” he stops, looking up at you, and you nod in response. “can i taste you? i wanna taste you so bad.”
his words make you grow even wetter. “believe me, i want that so badly too, but i need you inside me. now.”
he crawls his way back up your body before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. “are you sure? do you feel prepped enough?”
your hand reaches up to caress his cheek. you appreciate how thoughtful he is.
“oh yeah” you say with a slight giggle. “i've been turned on for so long tonight that i promise i feel more than ready down there.”
he laughs in response. “fair enough.”
he takes his cock in his hands and runs it through your dripping folds several times, coating him in your juices and making you mewl at the feeling. he aligns himself with your entrance.
“ready?” he asks.
“mhm,” you hum in affirmation. “ready?”
“absolutely,” he growls into your ear as he pushes into you, hissing when he bottoms out.
not shockingly, minho feels huge inside you, stretching your walls with a pleasurable sting. it takes you a second to get adjusted to just how full you feel. once you get acclimated, you give him the go ahead. “min, please move.”
he begins to pump in and out of you, hips rolling against yours in a deliciously sensual way. the crude sound of skin slapping against skin begins to fill the room along with the music still playing in the background.
“fuck, baby, you feel so good,” minho moans as he presses his lips to your jaw. your pussy clenches around him when you hear the new nickname. “you like that? like when i call you baby?”
“yes,” you gasp out as your nails dig into his back.
your hips begin to roll against his as he pushes in and out of you. he snakes a hand in between your writhing bodies and starts to toy with your clit. it doesn't take much longer before you feel the familiar knot growing inside you.
“min, just like that,” you say, breathing growing ragged as you start to chase your high.
he continues his work in earnest, doing his best to get you there. “cum, baby.”
your orgasm comes washing over you. your legs shake as your nails scrape down his back, his name escaping your lips like a mantra. your walls flutter around him as he languidly pumps into you, wringing you of every last ounce of pleasure in your body.
“that's it, baby,” he presses a kiss to your temple. your pussy continues to slowly clench around him, and he feels his own release quickly approach. “shit. i’m not gonna last much longer with the way you're squeezing my cock like that.”
you moan, and his movements pick up a faster pace as he feels his own high growing near.
“where?” he asks, hips snapping into yours.
it’s such a short question but you know exactly what he means. “inside. please. i'm on birth control, it's fine.”
his hips stutter and his body shakes while he groans in pleasure as he empties himself into you, warm cum filling you up. he throws his head into the crook of your neck in exhaustion as he moans your name. after a few minutes, he gathers his composure and looks at you, peppering soft kisses all over your face.
“damn, maybe i should have had you teach me bachata sooner,” he says, making you both laugh. “let's get cleaned up really fast.”
he slowly pulls out of you so he can go grab some tissues to clean you and himself up. he puts his sweats and shirt back on, and you slide your panties back on. he tosses you his hoodie to wear, and you take in the smell of his cologne as you pull it over your head. you move so you’re sitting on the ground with your back leaning against the wall. he grabs a couple of water bottles and hands you one to drink, joining you on the ground. you each take a sip before sitting there in nervous silence for a few minutes. your'e best friends that just fucked, so you're both trying to figure out what to do.
“sooooo…” you begin. “what does this mean?”
he takes a second to answer, trying to find the right thing to say. “i guess this means i should finally take you on a proper date.”
you look at him with a big smile and you tackle him to the ground in an excited hug before giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
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all i want in my life is more dom felix because all im seeing is sub felix and i cant get into it when i have no dominant bones in my body. i give you free reign to write anything ever i just want a dom felix and a sub reader 🙏🙏
thank you i love you
bestie bestie bestie bestie bestie...when i saw this request i immediately started doing some major brainstorming. we have never really written a dom felix piece before, so i put my thinking cap on for this one because i wanted it to be absolute perfection for you.
and oh boy when the idea hit me there was no stopping me. and of course in the least shocking turn of events i got carried away, and it ended up being wayyyyy longer than i originally thought. but anywho! i hope you really like what i came up with for you!!!
❤️ abbie & courtney
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pairing: felix x afab!reader
genre: smut, some fluff, 18+ (minors dni)
length: 2.2k
warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, dom!felix, sub!reader, dirty talk, degradation if you squint, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
you groan while rolling over onto your stomach, hand blindly fumbling across the other side as you seek out felix's warmth. when all you're met with is rumbled sheets, another groan escapes you, disappointed that your favorite snuggle buddy is nowhere to be found.
but then the wafting smell of waffles and bacon reaches you and your head pops up from the bed, your disappointment over his absence quickly replaced with excitement. he's making you breakfast? god, you love this man.
you pull yourself out of bed and glance around before grabbing felix's shirt from where it was discarded on the floor last night. throwing it over your head and rubbing your eyes in an effort to wake yourself up further, you head out to the kitchen.
"good morning, sleepy head!" felix chirps when he hears the bedroom door close, his back facing you as he continues cooking.
"you made breakfast," you murmur, voice still laced with sleep. you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a soft kiss against his bare spine before leaning your cheek on his warm back.
"of course! i have to make sure my lil' sunshine is well fed. especially after all that exertion from last night." he throws wink and a sly smirk over his shoulder and you can't the blush that creeps up your neck as thoughts of last night flash through your head.
your fingers intertwined in felix's as he went down on you for what felt like hours.
him with his head thrown back, pupils blown with pleasure as you tortured his body with your hands and mouth.
you riding him senseless, legs starting to shake as he pulled yet another orgasm from you body.
him pulling out just before he finished and painting your chest with his cum.
you feel your panties getting wetter with ever passing thought and you have to fight the urge to rub your thighs together.
felix doesn't notice the change that's come over you, he just continues on finishing up breakfast. you move to sit on a stool behind the counter while he serves up the food and then you eat together, him leaning against the counter across from you, talking about his plans for the day between bites of food.
when you both are done he starts gathering the dishes and putting them in the sink. you quickly interject. "oh, let me do that. you made breakfast so i'll wash the dishes."
"it's alright sunshine, i can do them. it's really no big--" his words die off in his mouth as you round the counter and he really notices what you're wearing for the first time this morning. his t-shirt that you grabbed from the floor in your sleepy haze this morning hangs loosely across your frame, the hem hitting you mid-thigh. you don't miss the way his eyes rake over you hungrily or the way his throat rolls as he swallows thickly. "what are you wearing?" his words come out in a rasp, his voice suddenly deeper than it was just moments before.
"your shirt..." you say, a hint of confusion in your tone as you wonder over the sudden drastic change in his demeanor. it's like this is the first time he's seen you not wearing pants in the morning, which is odd considering it's a pretty regular occurrence for you. in fact, most of the time, you're wearing much smaller shirts that cover a lot less.
"why?" you're taken aback by the almost accusatory tone in his voice and you start to fiddle with the hem of the short, suddenly nervous.
"sorry, it was just the first thing i grabbed off the floor this morning. i didn't think you'd mind. sorry, i can go change."
"no, no, no. i'm sorry," he rushes the words out, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. "i didn't mean it like that, it's just..... it's just that you've never worn one of my shirts before."
"what? of course i've worn your shirts before, i--" you stop when the realization hits you. "oh my god, you're right."
"yeah.....so i was just a little surprised to see you in it." he takes a small step towards you, his gaze darkening. "very pleasantly surprised i might add."
"yeah?"
another step closer. "yes. very much so."
your eyes flicker down to the outline of the growing bulge in his sweats and realization dawns on you. oh. oh.
something about seeing you wearing his clothes, wearing only his clothes, makes a possessive urge start to burn through felix. he wants to claim you, needs to mark you. he doesn’t think he can go another second without having you, without reminding you, him, and the whole world that you are his and he is yours.
"panties off. now." his words come out low and gruff, the tone sending sparks of arousal through your veins.
you quickly oblige with his request and then reach for the hem of the shirt, assuming he wants you naked. but his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist as you start to slide the shirt up.
"did i tell you to take that off?"
you swallow thickly and shake your head, too shocked by his behavior to form actual words. felix is always gentle and sweet in the bedroom. he has never ordered you around like this before, and something about the firm look on his face and the barked commands has heat flooding your system. you are quickly realizing you like it when he takes control. a lot.
you let go of the hem of the shirt, letting it fall back down your frame and he nods briskly, a small smile touching his lips. “good girl.” as the short statement leaves his lips and causes your arousal to skyrocket even further, he steps closer. instinctively you take a step back. you’re not afraid of him, in fact you feel quite the opposite, but something about his sudden domineering behavior is throwing your world off center. he takes another slow step towards you, and then another, a sly smirk rising to his face as you retreat further until you bump against the counter behind you.
he plants his hands on either side of you, tilting his head slightly to lean in closer and whisper in your ear. “seeing you in my shirt makes me want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
a shiver rolls through you at his words, goosebumps breaking out across your skin. he doesn’t miss the reaction, and when he presses his lips to your neck, you can feel the way he smiles against you.
your head tips back as he starts to work your throat with his mouth, nipping and suckling along the sensitive flesh until your panties are absolutely soaked with your desperation for him. his hands move to your waist, slowly sliding down until he’s gripping the back of your thighs. he lifts you and your hands fly to his arms to stabilize yourself. you feel his arms flex beneath your grip, the muscles rippling in your hold as he moves you until you’re perched on the edge of the counter.
once you’re settled, his hands move from your hips to your inner thighs, slowly separating them until you’re completely spread for him. the movement causes the shirt to bunch up around your waist and his eyes dip to your pussy, gaze darkening further as he takes in the way you’re glistening with arousal.
“just look at the pretty cunt of yours,” he says while slowly dragging his fingers through your folds. you mewl at the contact, subconsciously rolling your hips toward his hand, desperate for more. “absolutely soaked and needy for me. all for me.”
“yes, lix!” you gasp when his thumb grazes over your clit. “all for you, just for you.”
he slowly kneels before you, withdrawing his hand from your pussy to spread you further for him. he glances up at you for a moment, gaze filled with lust, before diving in, his tongue instantly devouring you like a man starved. you cry out at the sudden overwhelming pleasure, your hand moving to bury your fingers in his hair. you barely make contact with the silky strands before his hand blindly flies up, grasping your wrist and moving it back to the counter.
“no touching until i say so," he murmurs against your pussy, the words vibrating against your core.
you let out a whine in protest, desperate to touch him, to feel him beneath your fingertips as he pulls an orgasm from your body. but, you comply with his request, eager to please. his mouth returns to your core, tongue tracing through your folds teasingly. your hands stay planted on the counter, but you try to buck your hips into his mouth, desperate for more. he instantly shuts down your attempt, one of his hands moving to hold your hips firmly in place. he grunts a simple “no” against your pussy as he continues to eat you out, tongue lazily lapping at you.
he continues on at his teasing pace for what seems like an eternity, immediately stopping any of your efforts to get more contact. he may be the one on his knees for you, but you are ever at his mercy.
after what feels like forever of him getting you so worked up you think you might just die, he finally picks up his pace. he starts flicking his tongue rapidly across your clit and your knuckles whiten as you grip the edge of the counter harder. you have to force yourself to not reach out for him, trying your hardest to comply with his demands.
but then you feel his fingers enter you, curling to hit you just right as he pumps them in and out of you and you feel your mind go blank. in only a few moments you crash over the edge into bliss, thighs quivering as you come hard against his tongue. he continues to work your pussy while you orgasm, pulling every last drop of pleasure from your body that he possibly can.
only after you finishing coming and start to come back to reality do you realize that your fingers are entangled in felix’s hair, one of your legs now draped across his shoulder instead of spread on the counter. he slowly reaches up to grab your hands, pulling them down from his head.
“i thought i said no touching. but apparently, someone can’t follow even simple instructions.”
before you can even fully process what’s happening, you feel yourself being picked up off the counter and being carried down the hall. he drops you onto the bed before climbing on top of you, one hand moving to push his sweats down enough to free his aching cock.
he kisses you deeply while aligning himself with your entrance, teasing you with his dick. “i’m going to fuck you now, but since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, i suppose i’m going to have to help you.” he captures your wrists in one hand and pins them to the bed above you, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “ready for me baby?”
unable to forms words you simply let out a desperate moan in response, the sound transforming into a gasp as he thrusts into you deeply. he starts fucking you hard, one hand keeping your wrists captive, while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. he keeps up an absolutely relentless pace until your mind goes completely blank, every cell in your body focused only on the intense pleasure felix is bringing you with every snap of his hips.
just when you think you can’t possibly take it any longer, his hips start to stutter in their rhythm. he releases your hands to reach down between the two of you, rubbing quick circles against your clit. you feel his cock start to throb inside of you and he buries his head into your shoulder, panting as he starts to come. all it takes is a few more flicks of his thumb and thrusts of his hips before you join him in bliss, your vision going white as your orgasm crashes through you. you curse and moan wildly as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body, continuing on long after felix stops moving. he remains still, reveling in the acute sensation of your pussy rippling around his spent dick, pulling even more pleasure from his body than he thought possible.
finally, you come down from your high with a heaving breath, panting as you try to come back to reality. he pulls out and flops onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you while you both lie in silence for a few moments.
“i’m sorry if that was a little intense,” he murmurs sheepishly as he pulls you even closer. “i don’t know what came over me.”
“it was intense, that’s for sure. but i definitely liked it.” you reply, snuggling deeper into his chest. “like wow, i don't think i've come quite that hard in a long time.”
“yeah?” you can hear the smile in his tone, and you nod against him in response. “i think it was the shirt. something about seeing you in my shirt, in only my shirt, just made me lose my mind.”
“well if that's the case, do you have any more shirts i could borrow?”
