You've always been insecure about your lack of experience, so when you find out lee felix the sweet boy always joining in on your groups hangouts, a friend of a friend is a camboy? You assume he'd be perfect to teach you, and based on your research, stalking his content, you think he'll be perfect, sweet, soft — you were wrong.
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You weren't ashamed that you were a virgin — I mean you definitely weren't a prude, you just never wanted to.
You also didn't want to rush it. When you were a teenager you just wanted to focus on your studies, now you're in college and you feel far behind.
Luckily, you happen to be around friends who don't care or pressure you into things. It was you who wanted it to happen.
A small part of you felt embarrassed, logically you know its normal and society or whatever —
But fuck did you just wanna get laid.
You're an adult you know your body — you know that you're tired of waiting.
Because you're curious, and scared but mostly curious.
You're hot, you know realistically you could find someone to sleep with, but you also don't want it to be with some stranger.
Your best friend Jisung knew all of this, he knew all about your feelings, your doubts, your desires.
Now Jisung has no filter — usually you can just ignore things he blurts out.
This you cant.
"I'm just tired of feeling behind — and just inexperienced." You groan, flopping down on the couch next to him.
The two of you relaxing, a casual Friday movie night, no deadlines just horror movies Jisung claims he can handle and endless snacks.
"It's not bad to not have sex, maybe the world thinks you need to be celibate." He teases you, only resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.
Taking a deep breath, letting it deflate into a groan. "It's not that I don't want to have sex, its just that I have no idea how to even start — do I just go up to a guy and say hey fuck me!" you say dramatically, rolling your eyes.
"Maybe you can ask Felix for advice." His words coming out, naturally, absentmindedly scrolling through the Netflix watch list.
You furrow your brows in confusion at the sudden mention of Felix. One of Jisung's friends who is kinda your friend, you get along great but not enough to share your sexual problems, or lack there of.
Hes hot, objectively so. Every time he shows up at a hang out you cant help but be drawn to him still, you're way too shy to ever talk to him properly.
He is also the sweetest ever, even to those he doesn't know. You remember when your car broke down and when You called Jisung in a panic he was there with him. Immediately ordering you an uber so you got home safely.
"Why on earth would I go to Felix?" Your words laced with confusion and curiosity, knowing there has to be some corelation in Jisung's mind.
"Well hes got experience with that stuff yknow, his account —" Just as Jisung slips he realises, no you don't know, why on earth would you.
"Jisung."
"Nothing, forget I said anything!" His voice panicked, clearly knowing he shouldn't have said anything.
"God just tell me — what is he a sex worker or something?" You say half as a joke, only to notice Jisung's face redden a little.
"No way."
"No — not a sex worker! Hes a camboy that's it." He hurriedly corrects you, his hands waving around in his defence.
The truth only makes you shrug, who cares — I mean you're definitely shocked the sweet boy you know with the voice that shocks everyone is a fucking camboy but who cares, it doesn't matter.
But it does.
Because as soon as you left Jisung's left that night you were left alone with your thoughts.
Dangerous really.
Curiosity consumes you, the seemingly innocent Felix, leads a fucking double life.
You're not judging — no not at all.
You're interested.
When you definitely shouldn't be.
He's someone you know, you shouldn't be picturing him naked In front of a camera.
So you push it to the back of your mind.
You go on with life; work, studying, hanging out with friends, — keeping a not suspicious amount of distance from him.
Putting the whole camboy thing out of your mind.
Until last week.
Your friend Yuna, ever so supportive of you. Also knowing your situation offered to set you up on a date with a guy she thinks would adore you.
The date itself was fine, he paid for dinner, he was gentlemanly enough.
Until it got to the end, when he walked you to your door and expected an invitation in, when you didn't he just mumbled an are you serious, and walked off about being rude and a tease.
Obviously that left you mad — because why are all guys dicks!
Well not all guys.
Your mind drifts back to Felix — what Jisung said.
before you can even process you're on your laptop.
Now you're not proud of what you did, searching for his account with little information you managed to get from Jisung, proving slightly difficult considering he definitely wasn't using his real name.
Then you found it.
It was pretty easy to find considering he was popular.
By popular I mean popular.
You can tell it's him instantly — noticing the familiar moles on his arms, the preview voice echos through your apartment, the familiar deep, gravelly voice making your ears ring.
Quickly you shove your laptop on the end of your bed.
This is wrong, to even be on his page.
Then you see it.
kittiebbokie live
It was basically a jumpscare.
Because why now.
This was basically like eve being tempted to eat the apple or whatever.
You cant resist, just one look —
God you regret that.
The live starts with a panned out view, his face not visible, everything else is, the tent visible in his pants, his abs on display, teasing the camera, palming himself over his pants.
This is a wet dream — possibly the hottest thing you've ever seen.
You can't look away, you physically can't pull yourself from him.
You can tell hes putting on a show, making his voice slightly deeper, and his fans love it.
Watching as the comments fill, chat filling with donations of up to $200.
By the time the live wrapped up you had came.
Hard, harder than ever before.
Then it hit you.
The guilt.
You had to see him tomorrow at Jisung's house, you had to make conversation with him when you now know what his dick looks like — when you came to his voice.
You cant stop, even if you wanted to.
It became routine, every Friday you'd join stream, and then face him at the next hang out somehow.
You felt disgusting, perverted but you couldn't stop.
You knew for your own self you had to do something, even if you ended up getting rejected you had to try.
Because you knew him, you trusted him and god — did you need him.
He's perfect, hes sweet, kind and even if he rejected you he'd be nice about it.
And if he didn't then — you'll be in for a great time.
Its the usual, drinks at Jisung's and Minho's apartment, filled with all of your friends, friends of friends.
you've been off since you got there not sad just jittery. Nobody has really noticed, to focused in their own world.
One person did though.
Personally you believe to be unassuming, just relaxing over by the hallway, people watching. Barely focused on your surroundings.
"You okay?" His voice snapping you out of your daze, quickly standing up straight, turning to face him, a small amused smile on his lips, cradling a drink in his hand.
You don't trust yourself enough to speak yet, giving a curt smile while you nod. Half expecting him to walk off, but he doesn't.
Maybe he can sense your nerves, a part of you worried he is somehow reading your mind or something and can hear the battle in your head.
"Can I ask you something?" Your voice coming out slightly broken, feeling slightly embarrassed but hes kind enough to not say anything.
"Shoot."
Trying your best in your slightly inhibited state to form the right words — you cant just go right out and say what you want, I stalked your camboy page and want you to fuck me. No, not like that.
"I was — browsing, a site and I came across something." Your words cautious, trying to hint what you mean. It takes him a moment to figure it out, his smile shifting even wider, his cheeks growing slightly pink.
"What were you doing on a camboy sight, angel?" His words teasing, lighthearted even.
Quickly you stiffen, letting out a small embarrassed sound, your heart racing at the pet name — hes definitely never called you that before.
"Shut up."
He lets out a low hum, his eyes taking you in, only making you feel even more exposed.
"So — when you stumbled across it, did you watch any?" His voice lowering — your mind going back to his streams — the exact same tone he uses in it.
You cant hide your reaction — not even trying to, you just stand there avoiding his gaze.
After a small moment that feels like eternity, he finally speaks again. His body moving closer to yours, you can feel his breath ghost your ear as he whispers.
"If you want something angel, you just have to ask nicely."
A small whine escapes you without your permission, suddenly your whole body feels weak — a throbbing feeling forming between your legs.
Again, not you don't particularly trust your voice, your chest pounding in your chest, painfully aware of his eyes burning holes into you.
"I want you to fuck me." Your voice a broken whisper, you're not even sure you said it out loud, or even loud enough for him to hear you.
But oh, he did.
"See? Was that so hard sweetheart?" His words nearly making you tumble, your heart feels like its going to come out of your chest.
Without saying anything else he snakes his arm around your waist, guiding you over to Jisung — who was fully out of it, clearly having fun.
"She's not feeling well, im gonna call an uber for her." He says calmly, a sweet unassuming smile on his face.
If Jisung was even a bit more coherent he would have spotted it, your aura basically radiating nervousness, Felix's hand placed dangerously low on your back.
Quickly, he guides you outside, you don't even notice when he pulls out his phone to call the uber, or how long has passed, fully focused on the feeling of him on you.
When the uber arrives he opens the door for you, helping you in. The driver starts small talk — Felix obviously engages, ever the kind guy he is.
While hes asking about the guys day, his hand settles high on your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh without a second thought.
The drive felt like 5 minutes instead of 20 — the only time you wished it was longer, you don't know what to feel — before you know it you're stepping out of the car, giving the driver a small nod before driving off.
The walk through the complex was quiet, Felix's hand never leaves you. Whether its on your hip, his fingers laced with yours or his hand guiding you through the hallways.
When you step through the door to his apartment you take it in, its a nice place, very Felix. He leads you to the bedroom, entering the room you suddenly feel a strange sense of recognition, memories from his stream entering your mind.
"You changed your room around." You say absentmindedly, almost forgetting that you haven't ever been here before.
He only hums, catching onto what you mean, pulling you into the room, closing the door behind you.
When you hear the door close it all got very real, you were actually doing this — with Felix.
Felix pulls you in front of him, his mood shifting into something softer, noticing your slightly out of it state.
"How much did you drink?" He says cautiously, his fingers tracing your arm, trying to calm your nerves.
"Not much, two shots — to get rid of nerves, m'okay, promise." Your voice timid, your whole body feeling warm.
"I make you nervous?" He says cheekily, only making you smile, the tension easing slightly as you let out a small laugh.
His fingers move up, tracing along the curve of your jaw, almost trying to memorise how your skin feels under him.
"So sweet for me, yeah?" His voice sending a shiver down your spine, instinctively leaning into his touch, your fingers grasping into the fabric of his shirt.
Felix wastes no time pressing his lips onto yours, its slow, careful, testing the waters.
When you quickly kiss back, your hands moving up to hold onto his blonde locks, he deepens it, his hands cradling your face, keeping you in place, his lips soft against you — faintly tasting the sweet drink he was drinking earlier.
Felix breaks the kiss when — only to breathe, you whine, trying to chase his lips, only making him stifle a laugh, his thumb stroking your skin smiling at you.
"What do you wanna do? It's at your pace, sweetheart." His words making your heart flutter, the nickname growing familiar but still making you weak, his carefulness and thoughtfulness only making you want this — him more.
You nod, your brain clouded, not from the alcohol — from him.
"Words, angel."
"I want you to —" Your words quiet dragging out, breathless. Finally saying it, a part of you is still in disbelief this is happening, that he actually is here, wanting you. Your eyes meet his, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
"Teach me.." Your eyes wide, looking at him swallowing the lump in your throat, everything out in the open, waiting for him to make the next move.
He waits a moment, your words sinking in, taking a sharp unsteady breathe before leaning forward, his lips catching yours again, kissing you hard, trying to show you how much he wants you.
Moaning into the kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lips — swallowing your sweet sounds, walking you back to the bed, sitting you down on the bed, before pulling you into his lap.
His hands running over your back, holding onto the back of your neck, holding you in place to look at him.
"Can I take this off?" His voice sweet like honey, soothing your nerves, trying to make it comfortable for you.
You nod, not trusting your voice not to break. Felix's pull your shirt over your head, revealing a lacy blue bra.
His favourite colour.
He lets out a deep groan, taking a breathe, his eyes locking on the pretty lace, noticing your nipples pebbling under the thin, flimsy fabric.
"You planned for this — fuck, angel." His voice broken, holding back, his thumb skimming over your perked bud through the lace.
A pathetic, surprised gasp escapes your lips, your head leaning forward to rest on his shoulder.
Your reaction only fuels him, his free hand reaching back around to unclasp your bra with ease.
Feeling the fabric loosen, falling off of you, suddenly feeling exposed.
"Tell me its too much and we'll stop." His voice steady, prioritising your comfort over everything.
"Its all too much — in a good way.. Don't stop, please." The words fall out before you can stop them, desperate and real.
You can feel him let out a breath of relief at your words, his hand cupping your tit, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple, drawing a soft moan from you.
"So gorgeous, all for me too — arent I lucky." He hums, not even talking to you directly, his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, you lean your head back to give him more space, feeling him smile against your warm skin.
His arm wraps around you, guiding you to sit back against the headboard, his fingers tracing over the hem of your pants, looking up at you asking for permission.
giving a small nod and smile in response, he wastes o time pulling both of your panties and shorts off you, throwing the to the end of the bed.
The cold air rushes over you, suddenly feeling very exposed, Felix being fully clothed compared to you.
Felix senses this, pulling away from you, standing up next to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his familiar frame that the camera does not do any justice to show how fucking pretty he is.
Shoving his jeans down, stepping out of them, left only in his boxers, noticing the sizable tent present making your mouth water.
He moves onto the bed, resting against the headboard, pulling you into his lap, you can feel his bulge press against your bare core, sure that your wetness is soaking the fabric.
"Do you know what you want, angel?" You think for a moment, a thought popping into your head, only for you to take a deep shaky breath. He quickly notices, his interest growing.
"Wanna feel your mouth… On me.." Your words are quiet, radiating nervousness which he quickly silences with a wide grin.
"Good girl, you know exactly what you want? Want my mouth on you?" His voice is deep and sultry, his eyes scanning over you, his thumb tracing the skin on your waist.
A strangled sound escapes your lips, before you can process hes kissing you briefly, pulling back only to lay flat against the pillows, still straddling his waist.
"Felix?" Your voice timid, slightly confused, not sure what hes planning.
"Sit on my face." He says so fucking casually, like this is a normal occurrence.
"Are you? — Lix, im not sitting on your face! Ill crush you or something —" Your voice raising, your rambling shortly cut off with him squeezing your ass.
"You wont suffocate me, or crush me — even if you did that's a perfect way to go out." He teases, enjoying the small sound that escaped.
Giving you a moment, you let out a shaky breath, moving up hovering far over his face, feeling exposed with your bare cunt over his face.
"Fuck — look at her, shes dripping f'me, angel." His words coming out husky, dripping with need. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you straight down to his face.
"Fuck — Felix!." You squeal in surprise, your words dying in your throat when you feel him lick a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up all your juices.
Quickly your knees completely give up, settling fully on his face, only making him moan against your cunt, his nose nudging your clit with purpose, his tongue licking all over your cunt. Your hand reaching for the headboard, steadying yourself, the sudden unfamiliar waves of pleasure rushing through you.
The room echos with the mixed sounds of your soft moans, the sound of Felix licking all over your cunt, and the occasion groan he lets out.
Unintentionally you buck your hips against his face — quickly mumbling an apology that dies on your tongue when you feel Felix's tongue press against your entrance, you cant even understand what hes saying — his words muffled by your pussy.
His tongue pushes into you — giving you a moment to adjust to the new sensation before fucking his tongue into your cunt.
You've touched yourself before but you've never felt anything like this — its so much better, you don't know if you can go back.
You stop fighting it — letting yourself basically hump his face, your brain foggy — so focused on the new pleasure your feeling.
Felix's tongue leaves your hole — before you can whine, his lips wrap around your aching clit. A loud desperate moan leaving your throat followed by small whimpers and pleas — not entirely sure what you're begging for.
You can feel your orgasm forming in your gut, the tight sensation fuelling you, grinding against his face, only fuelled by his groans against your pussy, his lips sucking on your sensitive bud.
You feel your orgasm crash over you — instinctively trying to pull away from him. His fingers digging into your hips, keeping you right on his face, licking and fucking you through your orgasm, drinking up all your cum.
Riding out your high, you wince pulling on his hair slightly to pull him off your swollen pussy, moving off his face, laying down next to him, panting.
You make the mistake of looking at him — because hes already looking at you, the bottom half of his face covered in your cum, his eyes dark with lust and somehow still smiling like a kid in a candy store.
"Jesus." You mumble, your voice sore from your moaning — slightly concerned for his neighbours but that thought ends there when he pulls you back into his lap.
"You okay, how are you feeling?" Felix's voice pulls you from your post orgasm haze, meeting his eyes, offering a small tired smile.
"M'okay, promise." The words coming out hoarse, your eyes wander over him, his skin flushed pink, noticing all the freckles over his body.
Without thinking you press your lips against his, Felix letting out a small surprised sound at your forwardness, morphing into a smile, his lips soft against yours, letting you lead for a moment before pulling back.
"Want you to teach me how to make you feel good." Your words direct — a stark contrast to your strained voice.
He freezes for a moment, a strangled groan leaving his lips closing his eyes before taking a sharp breath. "Angel, you don't have to do that —"
"I want to, so —" Your voice trails off, your hands moving down his body as you slide down, sitting between his legs, your hands perched on his thighs, swallowing the lump in your throat before you meet his eyes.
"Teach me.."
Muttering a curse under his breath he nods vigorously, you cant make out what hes mumbling but you don't really care.
Moving backwards you let him lead, his fingers hooking into his boxers, pulling them down and then off.
The sight of him in front of you makes you drool — you've seen him before, in the comforts of your room on a screen but oh my god, its so much prettier in person and you didn't even think a dick could be pretty before you saw his.
All the forwardness leaves your body — you've watched porn, read stuff but all of it left your brain.
"Its okay, I got you." His soothing voice giving you some comfort, his hand reaching for one of yours, guiding it to his cock.
"Just wrap your hand around it, not too tight — yeah just like that, good girl." A small groan leaves his lips when your hand wrap hesitantly around the base of his cock, tightening slightly as he tells you to, your hand stroking him carefully, your thumb brushing over his tip pulling a low groan from him.
"Fuck — you sure you haven't done this before, angel?" a strained laugh, morphs into a groan, growing slightly more confident in your movements.
Recalling back to one of his streams — you start mimicking what he was doing. Your hand tightening slightly, thumb tracing over that sensitive vein.
Before he can process, you dip your head down, giving a small kiss to the tip, his hand instinctively goes to your hair, tugging on the strands.
"Fuck — angel, what are you doing, shit.—" He moans surprised, this only makes you smile internally, giving the tip a small exploratory lick while looking up at him.
The sight of you looking up at him with your lips around his cock is too much for him — his head leans back against the headboard, his fingers tightening in your hair.
Sinking your mouth on his cock, your tongue presses against the back of his cock, moaning at the fullness, the feeling of the weight of him in your mouth.
Bobbing your head slightly, not testing your reflexes yet, your fingers digging into his thighs.
Felix's fingers tug on your hair, pulling you off his cock, a small moan leaving his lips when he notices the string of spit connecting you to his cock.
"Did I do something?" Your voice innocent — slightly worried, immediately he tries catching his breath, pulling you back into his lap.
"I was about to cum embarrassingly fast, sweetheart." He says bashfully, a small sound escapes you, feeling proud of yourself for having that effect on him.
He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We dont have to do anything you dont want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Pulling him down to your level, your lips press on his — the kiss is hot — pouring everything into it, moaning as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his hips.
When he pulls away you can't help but pout slightly, which he presses a final kiss to your lips. He grabs his cock, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your cunt, looking at you one final time for confirmation.
"Felix if you dont fuck me im leaving." You say lightheartedly, making him crack a small smile.
"I dont wanna hurt you, that's all." His voice breaks slightly — using all his power to hold back from fucking you until you're sure.
"I'm a virgin, not glass."
He cant help let out a strained laugh, his eyes focusing on your swollen cunt, his tip glistening from your previous release.
Slowly, he sinks in.
Not all at once — just the tip at first, waiting for your response — whether you wanna keep going or not.
The feeling is foreign, not like your fingers or his tongue — the initial stress is painful but not unbearable.
Sucking in a sharp breath, your fingers dig into his shoulders. Felix rubs soothing circles on your thigh.
"It's okay, ive got you — take your time." His voice is hoarse — the feeling of you around him driving him crazy.
Soon the pain blurs to pleasure — slowly adjusting to him inside you — and you need more.
You give Felix a small nod, with a shaky moan. Slowly he pushes in, not too fast, giving you time to adjust to more of him until hes fully inside you.
Adjusting to the feeling of his cock in you — no matter how many times you've imagined this you cant explain it — there's still a hint of discomfort from the stretch but it bleeds into pleasure — craving movement.
"Felix —" His name comes out breathlessly — your mind only able to muster that up — the overwhelming feeling of him buried inside you the only thing you can think about.
"I know angel, its okay I got you — good girl." He coos lowly, pressing a kiss on the inner of your wrist.
Slowly he starts moving — his cock buried inside you.
His pace quickens as your moans grow louder — the sound of your joint moans echoing with the wet sound of your bodies meeting.
His cock slamming into you, his hips crashing into yours — his fingers snaking down to your clit, rubbing your clit, matching the rhythm with his thrusts.
"Squeezing me so tight — fuck you were made for me, princess." He groans, his voice sending ripples through you, the deep octaves making you clench around him.
His hands move from your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs to your chest, putting you in a mean mating press.
The sudden change only makes him go deeper — every thrust has him grazing that sweet spot your fingers can never reach.
"Oh my god — Felix.." You let out a string of high pitched moans, babbling incoherent pleas at him.
You can feel your second orgasm brewing — your legs shaking against your chest. His thrusts growing sloppy — your moans only fuelling him.
"Fuck — sounding so pretty around my cock.. Maybe I have you join me on camera one day — let everyone see how cock drunk you are, angel.." His words hit you hard — moaning pathetically from the praise.
"Cum on my cock — gonna make sure to ruin you for everyone else — shit, just like that, pretty." He groans your pussy clenching around him — he's so close, but he needs to feel you cum around him first.
Your orgasm ripples through you — harder than your first one, you become a whimpering, incoherent mess around him — begging for him to not stop.
Felix cums right after — the feeling of you squeezing him, creaming around his cock breaks him, cumming muttering under his breath.
His thrust slow, fucking you through your orgasms, allowing you to relax a bit before pulling out, making you wince.
He quickly presses a soft kiss to your temple as an apology, getting off the bed quickly, pulling up his boxers and going out of the room — emerging back with a bottle of water, a protein bar and a wet cloth.
Settling back between your thighs he cleans you up gently, making sure not to overstimulate you.
The silence is comfortable — letting you clear your mind, process what happened. He throws the cloth into the washing basket near the bed, sitting beside you helping you sit up.
"Drink, dont want you losing your voice." He says sweetly, as if he didn't fuck the daylights out of you moments before.
Giving him a small smile, taking a few sips before putting it on the bedside table. His hand rests on your legs, his thumb tracing small shapes onto it.
"You okay? I wasn't too rough was I —" You quickly cut off Felix's ramble with a kiss, silencing any doubts instantly.
Pulling back a moment later, both of you smiling.
"It was perfect, Lix." You whisper, loud enough for him to hear it but not enough to break the small bubble you're in.
"I meant it though — that I like you, well I didn't say those exact words but yeah." He says shyly, his freckles darkened from the redness on his cheeks.
"Do you typically fuck people before a confession?" You tease gently, no actual bite to it, he only laughs in response, grabbing your hand.
"I dont do this with anyone, was waiting for you."
It takes you a moment to process his words — hitting deep in your chest.
"Also — when Jisung told me that he told you I did streams — I was hoping you'd be curious enough to watch." He smiles wide at the quick shift in your mood to embarrassment.
"Shut up."
He doesn't reply — just leaning you back against the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips before running his fingers over your cheek.
"If you joined me on stream I think my viewership would double — especially if you moan like that."
⌗inthedark — jeongin and you fucking while chan is still in the dorm..
( y. jeongin x fem!reader ) • warnings. 9th! member reader, heavy petting, fingering, light boob play, unprotected sex, language𓄵 word count. 1728 { back to library }
jeongin normally had self control ; especially when it came to you. the both of you before entering the relationship while also being group members and dormmates , jeongin didn’t want chan to ever feel uncomfortable in the dorms; so he made sure to wait until he knew the eldest was out before even making a move on you.
but unfortunately chan was a homebody and mostly spent time in his room , so you and jeongin didn’t really have much time alone together , and they left both of you mostly jeongin pent up — which led you to where you are now.
“baby.” he whispered in your ear; his big hands making its way up your sleep shirt , squeezing your boobs. “baby please , i need you.”
you were trying your best to ignore him , but once his thumb swiped across your nipple; pulling lightly at your hard bud, you moaned loudly. “innie.”
“ch-chan is still here.”
right down the hall, the door to chans room was wide open; you remember him waving at you when you walked past , he worked on something on his computer so you didn’t bother him. “he has his headphones on , he won’t hear a damn thing.”
his hand suddenly turning downwards , traveling down your stomach , rutting his cock against your ass , he was groaning in your ear. “please let me feel you.” his hands slipping into your sleep shorts , running his finger along your slit. “you’re so wet for me.” he whispered , pushing a finger inside. “please , baby, you know you need this.”
“fuck innie.”
adding another finger , scissoring you open ; your moans growing louder. “shh.” he kissed your neck. “you were just so worried about him hearing but you’re being so loud.” his chuckled in your ear.
plunging his fingers deep into your cunt , curling. “you’re soaking my hand all the way down to my wrist.” he pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt. “want you to wet my dick like this.”
his pulled his pajamas down enough to release his aching cock , lifting your leg up rutting his hips , dragging his cock along your cunt , hissing when his tip caught a hold of your swollen clit , causing you to moan. “oh- fuck innie , put it in.”
“you want it?”
lifting your leg a little higher , using his other hand to guide his cock inside your hole , filling you up with his thick length. “mmm fuck.”
his cock sawing in and out of you , you buried your face into your pillow as he began to speed up. “sh-shit you’re clenching so much , let up a little baby.” your moans muffled as he hit a deep spot inside you , squeezing your boob.
“i’m gonna cum.”
“yeah?” he grunted , speeding up. “gonna make a mess on my cock? you’re moaning so loud , he can probably hear you.”
you gasped as the knot in your belly finally snapped , he let your leg go , pulled you further into him as he rutted his hips , fucking you through your orgasm. “fuck i’m gonna cum , gonna cum inside you.”
biting down on your neck ; groaning and gasping as he came , filling your cunt with his thick seed. “fuck , take it for me.” whispering into your ear , giving you a deep thrust kissing your cheek.
“fuck i love you so much.”
he didn’t pull out , rubbing soothing circles on your lower stomach , getting clingy like he always did after sex; giving you light kisses to your temple. “we have practice in the morning.”
“we’re gonna be so tired.”
“you think he heard?” you said , that was the last thing you wanted to do is make your leader uncomfortable. “you know he’d never tell us , and i’ll feel bad knowing that.”
a knock on the door making him pull the covers over your naked body. “hy-hyung hold on.” he rushed looking for his underwear , you pulled the covers over your head.
“he knows i’m so embarrassed.” you whined. “just go apologize and make him go away,”
“no it’s okay , i’ll leave you two be.” the eldest spoke from the other side of the door. “i’ll be going to changbins tonight , im spending the night working on songs with him.”
“oh okay.” he settled back into bed , his whole body red. “he definitely knows.”
the two of you wouldn’t know until you finally made eye contact with him the next day at practice …
⌗drunkinlove — soobin comes home drunk and needy …
( c. soobin x fem!reader ) • warnings. drunk soobin, face sitting, language, lowkey sub!soobin 𓄵 word count. 682 { back to library }
( yeni’s notes ). when is talking about drunk soobin im always talking about the picture about 😭
the sounds of the continuous banging on your door ripped you completely from your slumber; getting up , barely putting your slippers on before making your way to the door.
“baby!”
you could hear your boyfriend through the door. “baby open up!” he was drunk. you opened the door , the taller boy flew into your arms. “no!” he yelled out , probably waking up a few neighbors in the passing. “no don’t look at her.” he stared down at you. “why are you in your underwear baby?”
“well i was sleep before you started banging on my door , waking up the building”
his friends looked confused; “he’s been drinking all night.” taehyun said. “we told him to calm down , but obviously he doesn’t listen.”
he started mumbling incoherently ; swaying your bodies back and forth. “yeah i can see that.” they scratched the back of their necks awkwardly. they said their goodbyes and you dragged you boyfriend to bed.
“baby , baby i missed you.” his words slurred , you stood in between his legs , taking his flannel off. “i missed you all day.”
his face was red; his cheek pressed against your bare stomach as he pushed your shirt up under your boobs. “soobin you’re drunk , you’re crazy if you think we’re having sex tonight.”
“why?” he kissed your stomach. “don’t you want me to eat your pussy?” he licked your stomach , you felt a tingle , lightly tugging on his hair , pulling him back to look at you — his eyes blown out.
“behave.”
“please.” he whined , pulling you down on top of him , you straddled his waist. “i’ve been thinking about you sitting on my face all night.” he left sloppy kisses along your collarbone. “i could practically taste you all over the soju baby.”
you bit down in your lip to not fuel him anymore , but he wasn’t letting up ; he wasn’t even looking you in your eyes anymore ; zoned in on your covered pussy — you could’ve sworn you saw him drooling before you lightly slapped his face. “come on let’s get you to bed.”
“not until you sit on my face.”
“soobin.” he pulled you on his chest , he could practically taste your cunt. “you’re unbelievable when you’re drunk.” your protest slowly stopping though , soobin taking notice of that , pulling you even further , his mouth so close you can feel him breathing on your pussy.
“fu-fuck soobin,” his stuck his tongue on slightly , teasingly licking your cunt through your panties. “shit.” getting a little taste , setting him off , pulling you fully on top of him , opening his mouth and engulfing your clothed cunt.
he held you down on his face , suffocating himself as he messily ate you through your panties , like the barrier didn’t matter to him , he was getting his fill regardless. “fuck bin i’m gonna cum.”
your body folded over , holding yourself up as you came , moaning his name loudly; but that didn’t stop him , he kept going , still hungry for more. “fuck so-soobin i came.”
he moaned , finally pulling away. “i’m sorry i got carried away.” he sounded even drunker than before. “you just taste so sweet i cant help myself.”
soobin was hard as a rock; palming his cock through his jeans , moaning shamelessly. “i’m so hard , i need you.” he whimpered pathetically. “please can i put in?”
knowing he’d just fall asleep , you came up with a different solution , helping him take off his shoes and pants. you laid down on your back; taking your panties off, inviting him into your arms. “good boy.” whispering in his ear.
“please.” he whimpered , you pulled his cock out from his boxers , jerking him off , feeling him rut into your hand. “please just let me put it in.”
you guided his cock into your hole; he let out a loud whimper; pushing himself all the way inside. “fu-fuck , don’t move.” you moaned , he obeyed. “good boy”
you ran your fingers through his hair softly; he sighed , his eyes fluttering closed , his red drunken face falling still. “i-i love you.” his words slurred , you kissed his forehead.
💭. in which the girl from school that seonghyeon keeps chasing on his timeline finally gives him a chance after constantly embarrassing himself in the comment section
CONTAINS. very downbad seonghyeon x reader strangers to friends to lovers smau fluff profanity very chalant hyeon he makes a fool of himself a bit friendly banter humor
LYNN TALKING♫. Made This in honor of my Babagurt @crtisbambi 😳😳 heh #enjoy👀 (this is a Bit everywhere so Don’t mind that..)
hyunjins fingers were pistoning in and out of your sopping pussy. the wet squelching sounds making your head spin. he always seemed to hit spots deep inside you you couldn’t reach yourself. his long slender fingers pressing right up against your g-spot, massaging deeply and making your tummy feel weird.
the wet squelching grew louder and your soft pants increased in speed, “h-hyunnie..! feels weird, s-stop..”
his fingers didn’t slow their speed, “feels weird muse? hm?”
your cheeks burned bright and it felt humiliating to utter out the words, “feels like i h-have to pee..”
hyunjin ignored your little complaint, knowing your body better than you and his fingers picked up speed. he even went as far to rub circles on your clit with his other hand. you cried out at the feeling, it felt so dirty but so good and you felt the knot tighten in your tummy, the urge to go getting stronger with each swift movement of his fingers.
“hyunjin! ngh-please, i can’t! stop im gonna-!” you didn’t know how to finish the sentence, you didn’t know what you were going to do but you felt like you were about to snap at any second.
he hummed, fake compassion dripping from his tone, “oh i know baby, it’s so much hm? you gonna make a mess for me?”
your voice cracked, your moans dirty and raw as you let go. the knot in your tummy snapped and your thighs shook violently as your cunny squirted out. hyunjin was quick to pull out his fingers, his other hand speeding up on your clit, your fluids spraying all over him but he didn’t care, this is exactly what he wanted. you arched your back into his touch, craving more even though you were still leaking all over the bed.
“that’s right honey, make a mess for me.” he groaned, voice deep with lust.
your moans turned to pathetic whimpers as the overstimulation hit you. your pussy had calmed down, your climax having washed over as your squirting died down. hyunjin pulled his dripping fingers away from your cunt and brought them to his lips, making a show of wrapping his lips around them and licking your juices off them.
“think you can do that again?” he asked as he pulled his fingers out with a wet pop.
The only thing that snaps you out of the trance you're in, is the cup shattering against the floor.
Felix’s hands tighten around your thighs when you startle, leaning back and away from his lips, which were connected to yours mere moments ago. In the throes of your passion, he had lifted you onto the countertop. Except neither of you had noticed the glass.
“Hey,” Felix nudges your nose with his, parting your lips with his. It shatters all your worry instantly. “Come back to me.”
“The glass–”
His tongue brushes yours and you forget what you wanted to say.
day 4 of the drabble challenge where you have to create a strictly 100 word drabble based on the word prompt of the day: cup
— in which martin exposes the instagram stories he posted to catch your attention before bagging you.
— based on this ask!
( nonidol!martin x reader )
james ver. ✶ cortis masterlist
note 𖦹 dedicated to the lovely @sevvycoer who sent in the request, @teacuplps my fav mars enthusiast!! (quoted timmy chalabingbong from heart to heart, and @kaikaikoi for the kanye lyric reference LMAOOO its plastered in my head rn , yearner/downbad tin for all!!!!!
( 뮤즈 ) ⃕ ωhen your very sweet neighbor passes away, the family asks if you can help pack up her house. unexpectedly her grandson comes to help out and he is exactly how Mrs. Lee described him ── sweet, funny and just your type.
এ smau fluff fem reader minor death mention grief in humor
happy birthdaaaaayyyyy to my sweet wife @sweetlifeofjoy. I love you so much 💜 hope this little fic can make you happy (and sorry for taking so long for posting it)😊
Warnings: same sex relationship, hentai, smut (MDNI), if don't like, don't read it, if you are a homophobic get the fuck out of my blog
Word count: 5.8k
Alexa, play cotton candy by yungblood
“i wanna be stuck between your teeth like cotton candy”
It all started with a stupid Valentine’s Day promotion— buy two flash drives for the price of one. Lee Know couldn’t resist, so he bought them. One for himself, one for his roommate— Han Jisung.
The flash drives had 16GB, were cotton candy pink, and the employee had engraved each of their initials on the removable cap— the only difference between the two devices.
Jisung looked at the gift, chuckled in disbelief, and said, “gay”, before tossing it on his desk, where it would probably be forgotten forever.
Minho, on the other hand, used his all the time— for music, photos, videos of his cats, and college assignments. Han often mocked him, “You know there’s something called onedrive, right?”, but Lee Know didn’t care. He liked doing things the old fashioned way.
One day, Jisung was on his way out for a date. He stepped out of his room and found a Lee Know on all fours in the middle of the living room, arm shoved deep under the couch, a flashlight in his mouth— clearly, his roommate had lost something.
“Humm… Lee Know hyung?”, he said, hesitant, unsure if he should get involved. Han tried to stay serious, but the moment Minho sat up, the flashlight still stuck in his mouth, and tried to say what was supposed to be, “What’s up?”, but instead it sounded like he was asking someone to go deeper during a blowjob— Jisung completely lost it and burst out laughing.
Lee Know frowned, not understanding the younger’s laughing access, and pulled the flashlight out of his mouth, pushing his bangs away with his other hand, “What are you laughing at?”. Then he looked Jisung up and down— his hair was wavy, he was wearing a white shirt, the first few buttons undone, perfectly showing his solid chest and slim waist, new lightwash jeans, and his favorite perfume, “And where are you going all dressed up like that, huh?”
Jisung coughed, holding his stomach as he calmed down, fanning his face, “Oh, this? I’m going on a date…”
Of course Minho didn’t like that at all and he didn’t hide it, “Why go on a date when you could stay home and help me look for my stuff?”
Running a hand over the back of his neck, Han walked to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, “Well… maybe because I want to start a family someday?”
Minho stood up slowly, stretching his legs that had gone numb from kneeling on the floor for so long, “I’m your family already”, he shot back.
“Yeah, but I want to get married…”, Han continued.
“I can marry you”, Minho cut in.
Han blinked slowly, incredulous, and ignored him, “…have kids…”
“Adoption is always a viable option”, Lee Know cut him off again, earning a sigh from Han, who shook his head in disbelief while drinking his water, “What are you even looking for, anyway?”
Minho glanced at the couch, then back at Jisung, suddenly realizing he’d stopped searching. “My flash drive!” he said, rushing back to the living room and throwing the couch cushions around.
Han watched, amused, from the kitchen, “That pink flash drive you love so much?” he teased.
“Yes, that one…”, Minho started, only to grunt when he touched something rectangular. He pulled his arm out, frowning when it turned out to be an old Twix package. He tossed it aside and kept searching, “…the one I bought matching for you, which you never use, and that I need for my presentation tomorrow”
Han chuckled, grabbing his keys, “Well, good luck with that. I have a date and I’m already running late”
“You know, it would be much faster if you stayed and helped me, right?”, Minho said as Han walked toward the door. Before leaving, Han leaned his head back inside, “Lee Know hyung, don’t be stubborn for once in your life and use the cloud. Byeee”, he sang, disappearing.
Minho ran to the door, opening it and shouting, “Han-ah! Can I use yours?” but he got no response, Han had probably already taken the elevator.
Frustrated, Minho shut the door and sighed through his nose, “Well… what’s the harm in using the flash drive he never uses, just this once?”, he thought.
He walked into Han’s room and searched through his desk— filled with drawings, college papers, chocolate wrappers, gum, and everything imaginable. In the middle of all that mess, he found the flash drive identical to his, except for the engraved “H.J” in a beautiful cursive on the cap. He brushed his thumb over the initials and sighed, almost melancholic.
Then he went back to his room to save his presentation.
He made himself some tea while his laptop booted up, humming “love me or leave me” softly in the kitchen. Sitting on the couch, he plugged in the flash drive and opened it to find his file. As he was copying his presentation, he noticed not just one, but several .mp4 files already saved there. Curious, Lee Know clicked on one, expecting it to be some anime episode Han had downloaded to watch offline.
While the video loaded, Minho took a sip of his tea and then— nearly choked. A woman— drawn in anime style, indeed— appeared on the screen, with octopus tentacles shoved deep into places that absolutely should not be occupied by tentacles.
He spat his tea out in a full spray, his laptop almost slipping from his lap and crashing to the floor, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”, he rubbed his eyes, then opened them wide, convinced his vision was betraying him— but no, it wasn’t. There was definitely hentai playing on his screen, whatever kind of genre that was.
With nothing left to lose, Lee Know closed the video, then opened another file— more hentai. Another one— same thing, except now there were furries.
For a moment, he was horrified. But it didn’t take long for a slow, crooked smirk to spread across his face— mischievous, villainous, Grinch-like. Maybe, just maybe… he could use this on his advantage.
…
A few days later, Minho was in the kitchen, slicing strips of pork belly for making doenjang-jjigae (fermented soybean paste stew), whistling along to the song playing in the background like nothing in the world could disturb his peace.
That’s when he heard the front door open, followed by Jisung’s voice, “Hyung! I’m home”, he called, kicking off his shoes and walking in, his backpack sliding off one shoulder. Han walked past the kitchen, glancing at the ingredients— zucchini, tofu cubes, onions, chili paste, and the pork belly Minho was cutting carefully.
“Stew?”, he asked.
Minho nodded in confirmation, not stopping the whistling.
Jisung nodded in approval, “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Let me know when dinner’s ready?”, he said, pointing toward the bathroom at the end of the hallway.
“Sure”, Minho replied, still focused on the pork belly.
“Good! Thanks”, Han adjusted his backpack strap and started walking toward his room.
And that’s when it happened— Minho made a sound. A high pitched, very specific sound
“Aaah!”
Han froze mid step, an awkward silence swallowed the whole apartment.
Slowly— very very slowly— Han turned his head.
Minho was still cutting the pork belly— calm, focused, completely unbothered, whistling along to the music like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t just moaned while cutting pork belly.
Han stared at him, “What the hell was that?!”, he asked, completely perplexed.
Minho looked at him like Han had just pointed at the sky and claimed he saw aliens, “What was what?”
Han squinted, pointing accusingly at him, “That noise!”
“What noise?”, Minho asked, already turning his attention back to the food, not even a hint of a smile on his face.
Han stepped closer to the counter, suspicious, “You just…”, he gasped, “You just made a sound!”
Minho looked at him again, brows slightly furrowed, completely innocent, “No, I didn’t”
“Yes, you did!”
“No, I didn’t”, Minho repeated, deadpan, going back to chopping like the conversation was already over.
Meanwhile Han’s brain was short circuiting because he knew that sound— he heard it at 3am with headphones on. Alone, regretfully.
He pointed at Minho again, “You literally went ‘aaah!’ just like…”, he snapped his mouth shut mid sentence, covering it with his hand.
Minho looked up again, tilting his head this time, “Like what?”
Han dropped his hand, “…Nothing. Like nothing”
Minho nodded, as if that made perfect sense, “Exactly”
“You’re weird”, Han muttered, dragging himself toward his room, his mind still frying.
Only when Minho heard the shower turn on did he allow himself to smile wickedly— the fun was just getting started.
…
A few days later, Lee Know asked Han out to grab some street food or something, because he was too tired to cook. And surprisingly, he was paying. Of course, Jisung accepted immediately. Ever since the other incident, he had developed trauma regarding Minho cooking.
Besides, it sounded like a harmless invitation— except that it wasn’t. Cause Minho took him out to eat octopus.
FREAKING OCTOPUS.
Yes, those sea creatures with DAMN TENTACLES.
Han nearly fainted the second they stopped in front of a takoyaki stand.
Lee Know, meanwhile, acted completely oblivious to the meaning behind all this, sitting calmly on a red plastic stool while blowing on a takoyaki that was still too hot to eat, “Eat before it gets cold”, he said like an impatient father.
Han stared at the takoyaki between his chopsticks like it had personally ruined his life, “Minho hyung…”, Minho hummed, mouth full of food, “…why octopus?”, Han whined miserably, like the takoyaki had stolen his favorite hot wheels as a child and he had never emotionally recovered from it.
Minho slowly lifted his eyes, that irritatingly serious expression never leaving his face, “Why not octopus?”
Jisung immediately started sweating, “Because…”, he gulped, trying to think of a reasonable excuse, “…because there are other foods in the world?”
“But you like octopus, don’t you?”, Minho asked casually before taking another bite.
Han turned so red he looked like he had chugged an entire barrel of beer by himself.
The worst part was that Minho wasn’t laughing, or smiling, or even blinking. He was acting completely natural, like psychologically tormenting his roommate had simply become one of his favorite hobbies.
“I hate you”, Han muttered, aggressively biting the takoyaki.
Minho watched him chew for a few seconds before murmuring under his breath, “…you know, I never realized how easy you are to tease”
Han almost choked, “I am not easy to tease!”
“Really?”, Minho smirked, putting his chopsticks down for a second, “Then why do you react like I know a secret?”
“There’s nothing to hide”, Jisung said quickly before shoving the takoyaki in his mouth, avoiding eye contact the whole time
....
A week later, Minho was sprawled across the couch scrolling through costume ideas on his phone while Han sat on the floor nearby pretending to study. Pretending. Because in reality, he was still psychologically recovering from the takoyaki incident.
The apartment was quiet except for the occasional sound of Han typing something on his laptop, and then Lee Know asked, “Do you think I’d look good in cat ears?”
Minho didn’t even look up from his phone to install chaos into Jisung’s life. He simply asked it completely out of nowhere.
Han’s soul immediately left his body, “What…?”he asked, flabbergasted, slowly turning toward the older man.
Minho finally lifted his eyes toward him, completely calm, “Cat ears”, he repeated, “For Seungmin’s costume party”
Han blinked repeatedly, “Oh”, then he paused, relief kicking in, “…riiiight”
Lee Know tilted his head slightly, as if he genuinely didn’t understand the psychological damage he was causing— except he did
“So?”
Han stared at him suspiciously cause there was absolutely no way this man was being for real, “why cat ears specifically?”, he asked carefully.
Minho shrugged lazily, “I don’t know. Maybe because I have three cats and I’m basically a cat myself”, he answered sarcastically, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Han narrowed his eyes suspiciously
And then Lee Know added, “Maybe a tail would work too”, he said absentmindedly.
Han stood up so abruptly his notebook slid off his lap and smacked loudly against the floor.
Minho slowly looked up, “Are you okay…?”
“No!”
“What happened?”
Han pointed at him accusingly, “You happened!”
Minho blinked once, confused, or at least pretending extremely well to be, “But seriously, I’d look good, right?”
“GOOD. NIGHT”, Jisung said before spinning on his heels to leave
“It’s six thirty pm”, but Han ignored his roommate. In fact, he was already halfway down the hallway.
“GOODNIGHT!”, he yelled from the corridor.
Leaving Minho alone and very proud about his own mischief
…
For the next few days, Minho strangely stopped. No octopus comments, no weirdly specific sounds, no cat tails— nothing.
He went back to normal so suddenly that Han almost started believing maybe he imagined the entire thing. Maybe Minho really was just weird and the takoyaki thing was a coincidence and…
“Jisung-ah, I’m leaving”, Minho called him while putting on his shoes near the front door.
Han looked up from the couch, “Where are you going?”
“Gym”
Han snorted, “Gotta look good for the boys, huh?”
Minho smirked slightly, “Don’t wait up”, and then he left.
Han waited exactly three minutes before mirroring his laptop screen to the tv. He scrolled through videos lazily, looking for something different, something final, the last corner of the internet he hadn’t rotted his brain with yet.
“This is the last one”, he muttered to himself. A lie, obviously.
He clicked on a thumbnail— something colorful and psychedelic involving gnomes, farries, glowing mushrooms and questionable fantasy anatomy.
Han sighed dramatically as the video started playing, “Why is the plot actually good…”
But then, somehow, while the weird fantasy story played in the background, his mind started wandering elsewhere— to Minho. To the image of him sweaty at the gym, muscles flexing under the black compression shirt. He grunting quietly between sets, his hair pushed back, veins in his forearms showing while lifting weights.
That was his first mistake.
Han swallowed hard, “Shit…”, without thinking twice, he let his head fall back against the couch cushions, eyes shutting as his hand slowly slipped past the waistband of his sweatpants. Then lower, under the elastic of his Calvin Kleins, allowing himself to get too comfortable
And that… that was his second mistake.
Because by the time the apartment door quietly opened again— he didn’t hear it.
Minho stepped inside muttering to himself about forgetting his water bottle.
Then he was caught by the sight of the bright reflection of animated figures doing deeply questionable things together reflecting directly across Han’s glasses.
Minho slowly looked from the tv screen to Han, whose elbow was buried suspiciously deep inside his sweatpants. Then he looked back to the screen again while Han was there, completely unaware, sinking deeper into the couch cushions, a soft whine accidentally slipping from his lips.
And then, like the universe was his number one hater, Jisung let Minho’s name roll quietly off his tongue.
Minho blinked once, completely caught off guard then couldn’t help himself anymore, “Wow!”
Han’s entire body jolted so violently he almost fell off the couch.
Their eyes met in a horrible, horrible silence.
Han looked at Minho, who slowly raised the water bottle in his hand, “Forgot this…”
Jisung never wanted anything more than he wanted a demogorgon to drop from the ceiling and swallowed him, “HYUNG, I… I SWEAR I…”, but there was no explanation for this. Nothing besides the obvious truth.
Minho calmly walked further into the apartment, and to Han’s absolute panic— sat down beside him. Close enough for their shoulders to touch.
Han immediately slammed the laptop shut, too late of course, Minho already knew everything, “You really do like weird stuff, huh?”, Minho murmured thoughtfully.
“Please kill me”, Han said, voice tone in pure shame
But Lee Know just leaned back comfortably against the couch like this was the most normal interaction in the world, “Jisung”, he said calmly.
The younger one was already thinking where he could live from now on, cause obviously he’d have to move, when Minho finally said, “Show me what you like”
Han stared at Minho, shock and disbelief washing all over his face. He knew Minho was sassy by nature, but this... this was a new level of boldness. His mind raced, thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and excitement cause he knew he should say no, that he should put a stop to this right now. But he also knew that he wanted this, wanted to share this part of him with his hyung, in a way that both thrilled and terrified him.
And Lee Know? He just waited, his expression calm, his body language open and inviting. Han took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest and then, with a courage he didn’t know where it came from, he nodded, “Okay”.
With shaky hands, he reached for the laptop,slowly reopening it. The screen flickered back to life as Han navigated to a different video, one he had kept hidden even from himself until now— yes, the yaoi one.
Soon enough, the room filled with the familiar sounds of anime characters voices, the volume low. Han turned to Minho, silently questioning him with his eyes. Minho nodded, a small, encouraging smile on his lips.
The following scene unfolded on the screen, a tale of love and longing between two men, their bond deepening with each passing scene. Han kept his eyes on the screen, but he could feel Minho shifting slightly, turning more towards him. Their shoulders touched, a subtle connection that sent a jolt through Han's system. He risked a glance at Minho, finding him invested in the video. Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, his initial panic all gone by now. He was sharing this with Minho, a part of himself he had never shown anyone before and that made him feel seen, understood and accepted in a way he never had before.
As the scene on the screen grew more intense, Minho's heart began to pound in his chest. He had expected to feel awkward, maybe even uncomfortable, but he hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected to feel... turned on. Suddenly, Minho started to sweat. His breathing grew heavier, and he could feel the blood rushing down to his pelvis. He cleared his throat, crossing his legs, searching for some kind of relief.
From the corner of his eye, Han watched him with those big, doe eyes fixed on the older man, who was very clearly getting turned on. Jisung felt his heart pick up speed, lips parting as he tried to breathe properly, “Minho, hyung…”, he whispered, his voice as soft as cotton candy. Minho only hummed in response, not daring to look at him, “Are you enjoying this?”
Lee Know blinked, finally tearing his eyes away from the screen, “I…”
He could feel the tips of his ears burning, because suddenly, it hit him— he was sitting on his best friend’s side, the person he had been hopelessly in love with since the very first time he laid his eyes on those stupidly cute cheeks— watching gay hentai together. And worse— he was enjoying it.
He was getting hard and all he wanted was to kiss Jisung. To have him help relieve the pressure building between his legs, to watch Han take him all the way until… No, he couldn’t. He refused to lose Jisung forever over one reckless mistake. Over being too greedy and giving in to his darkest desires.
Panic hit him all at once. Minho stood up from the couch, his gaze everywhere but in Jisung, doing his best to hide his erection, “I… I need to go”
That made Han pause the video, “Lee Know hyung?”, he called, but the older one ignored him, desperate to get out of that room as fast as possible, “Lee Know hyung, what’s wrong?”, he tried again, but Minho was already at his bedroom door, ready to crawl under his bed and never come out again.
The moment his hand touched the doorknob, another hand covered his. Minho looked down at it, tears already burning in his eyes, “Jisung-ah…”, he murmured, his voice breaking the second he tried to speak, “Lemme go…”
“No”, Han said calmly, “Talk to me”
Minho squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head, “No… I can’t…”
“Why not?”, Han pressed, but Minho wasn’t having it. He yanked his hand free in a single, brutal motion, ready to finally escape that suffocating cage. In response, Han shoved him back, pinning him against the door. Their faces were inches apart, both breathing heavily, “Talk to me. What’s going on?”, he insisted.
Minho let out a bitter chuckle, “You wanna know what’s going on with me?! Fine, I’ll tell you what’s going on!”, his voice trembled, “I’m sitting here, turned on, next to you. With you turned on too!”
Han frowned, confused, “So?”, he let out a small laugh, “It’s porn. What did you expect?”
“The problem is that I love you, Jisung”, Minho said, finally letting the tears roll down his face, “I love you, and you just ignore it, make fun of me! You play with my feelings like that won’t completely mess me up!”, he sniffed, voice shaking, “And I can’t do anything about it. I just have to sit there and watch you go on date after date and do nothing”. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, “So yeah. That’s what’s going on with me. Happy now?”
Jisung stood there, lips parted, stunned, unable to say a single word.
Minho sniffed again, “Can you at least say something?” he let out a weak, humorless laugh, “So I don’t feel completely stupid”
The younger one slowly raised his hand, bringing it to Minho’s face, gently wiping away his tears, “Minho…” he whispered, “What makes you think I’d never want you?”
Lee Know looked at Jisung, blinking continuously as he studied his face— Han’s brows were frowned together, a sign he was being serious about it
Are you stupid or what? Minho wondered, because there was no way Han didn't realize the obvious.
“Besides the fact that you’ve turned down every single one of my advances”, he said, annoyed just to think about it, “because I’m a man. And you’re a man too”, he said it like Han had just asked him if the sky was blue.
Suddenly, Jisung’s chin started to tremble. His cheeks puffed and then— he burst out laughing.
Minho frowned immediately, completely lost, “What?” he snapped, already annoyed by being left out of the joke.
“Lee Know hyung’, Han started, his laughter slowly dying, “do you really think all those dates were with women?”
For a moment, the ground seemed to disappear under Minho’s feet— there was no way. No way Jisung had been going out with men this whole time.
I mean— sure, he had the whole twink vibe going on— but Minho was proud of himself for being able to spot a guy who liked guys from miles away, and somehow… Jisung had never set off his radar.
“You… weren’t going out with women?”, Minho asked, completely thrown off.
Han chuckled, clearly amused, “Nah. I gave up on that a long time ago”
Minho’s jaw dropped slightly, “So you… don’t like women?”
“I do”, Han said, “They don’t like me. They always think I’m weird, clingy, awkward, too soft… gay…”, he trailed off, visibly embarrassed hearing himself say it out loud, “Anyway, guys love a babygirl coded twink”, he added, suddenly a lot more proud.
Minho, on the other hand, was not proud at all. If anything, he looked furious. Han could tell from the way Minho exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw clenched, a vein pulsing at his temple.
“Lee Know… are you okay?”
No answer. Instead, Minho grabbed Han by the hips and flipped their positions, caging him against the door, “So you’re telling me you’re bi?” he demanded, the words coming out heated, almost like he was spitting fire.
“Hum… yeah?” Han admitted quietly, a little startled by his roommate’s reaction.
Minho slammed his hand against the door, the sound cracking through the room, “Fuck…” he cursed under his breath, frustrated, “Then why did you always act like my advances were the most disgusting thing in the world, huh?”
He pressed his hips forward, pulling a small whine out of Han, “Minho…”, he pleaded. Or maybe begged. Probably both.
“Answer me”, Lee Know pushed, pressing harder against the bulge in Han’s sweatpants.
“Because…”, he gulped, “...because I was scared”, Han admitted, voice trembling, “Because with you, I knew it would be real, and I… I’d probably ruin everything anyway, so…”
That made Minho pause.
Jisung really was an idiot.
How could he even think there was a version of reality where he could do something that would make Minho stop loving him?
No— that was absurd. Impossible.
Minho let out a disbelieving chuckle, “Han Jisung,” he said, shaking his head, “you’re an idiot.”
Han lowered his head, “I know”
“And I love that”, Lee Know said, pulling Han’s attention back to him.
“You do?”, Jisung asked, like everyone else was in on some joke except him.
Minho smiled softly, his eyes practically overflowing with affection. Anyone looking at him would’ve known immediately— he was completely in love.
“Yeah”, he nodded, “You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot”
Han smiled helplessly. Nobody made his heart twist around itself the way his Lee Know hyung did, “Yeah”, he admitted quietly, “I am”
Their eyes met.
Han’s hands slowly slid up Minho’s arms before linking behind his neck. Minho swallowed nervously, but the moment Han pulled him closer, he didn’t hesitate. He leaned in until their lips met in a soft, slow kiss.
Minho’s hands found Han’s narrow waist immediately, gripping firmly as he pulled him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss. Their breathing grew shorter, heavier, filling the room alongside the quiet little sounds Han made against Minho’s lips— sounds Minho swallowed greedily, mixing them with the low grunts dying in his own throat.
Jisung pulled away just enough to catch his breath. For a second, they stayed there chest to chest, breathing hard, eyes fixed on each other’s lips.
“Hey…”, Han murmured softly. Minho hummed in response, still dazed, “Give me more…”
That was enough to make Minho smirk wickedly, “Give me more… who?”, he teased.
Han instantly turned red, rolling his eyes, “Seriously? Daddy kink?”
Minho’s grin only widened, “Nope…”, he paused, letting Han study his face in confusion before finishing, “…sir”
Jisung laughed breathlessly, “Pervert”. Then he shook his head, blush creeping all the way down his neck, “Please give me more… sir”
That was all Minho needed. He crashed their lips together again, this time hungrier, grabbing the backs of Han’s thighs as he pulled him closer without ever breaking the kiss. Their tongues tangled together now, messy and desperate, while Jisung wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist, completely melting into him.
It didn't take long for Han's hips to start grinding against Lee Know's. Smirking midkiss, Minho tightened his grip on Han's thighs, earning a soft moan in response. Without thinking twice, he opened the door to his room with one hand, carrying Jisung inside and letting the door slam shut behind them.
In the room, he gently placed his roommate on the bed and knelt between his legs. They broke apart, panting, looking at each other with eyes full of lust, but not just that— there was also affection, respect. Jisung gulped, nodding slightly, giving Minho the green sign.
Slowly, Lee Know brought his hands to the hem of Han's tshirt, lifting it up slowly. Han, with a shaky sigh, raised his arms, allowing Lee Know to take off his shirt. Minho's eyes traveled over Jisung's body, appreciating every curve, every defined muscle, and the lines of his tattoos that adorned his skin like a work of art— the work of art that he was.
"You're beautiful, Jisung”, Lee Know murmured, bringing his lips to Han's ear, his breath warm, tickling Han's skin. He began to kiss Jisung's neck, moving down to his shoulders and chest, while his hands explored Han's body, feeling every detail.
Han, in turn, moaned softly, feeling his whole body tingle with Lee Know's touch. He ran his hands through Minho's hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Lee Know smiled against Han's lips, savoring the moment— this, was a dream come true.
"I want you, hyung”, Han whispered, looking inside Minho's eyes. Lee Know just smiled, starting to untie the strings of Han's sweatpants, slowly, not rushing. Han took a deep breath, feeling his heart race with the anticipation.
When Lee Know finally took off Han's sweatpants, leaving him in just his CK boxers, he backed away for a moment, just to admire his body, eating him up with his eyes, before moving in again, kissing him even more intensely. Jisung could feel Minho's erection through his pants, pressing against his leg, making him even harder.
"I want you too, Sungie”, Lee Know murmured, standing up and starting to untie the string of his gym shorts. Han smiled, helping him out, leaving him in just his boxers as well. Then, to Han's surprise, Lee Know knelt down again, and began to kiss Han's abdomen, moving lower and lower, until he reached the boxers.
Minho looked up, grinning mischievously, and pulled down Han's underwear, revealing his erection. He began to kiss Han's member, slowly, savoring every moment, while Jisung moaned loudly, feeling his whole body enter a state of ecstasy. Especially because Lee Know wrapped his mouth around Han's member, feeling it pulse with desire. Han arched his back, feeling intense pleasure course through his body, his hands clutching for something to hold onto.
"Hyung, I can't hold on much longer", Han gasped, pulling at Lee Know's hair.
Lee Know smiled, looking at Han with desire, letting go of Han with a wet pop sound, "Don't worry, I have plans for you”, he murmured, standing up and pushing Han on the bed. He supported himself on his elbows, breathing heavily, as Lee Know grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer before coating his member with it.
Then he spread Jisung's knees, positioning himself between them, "No condom?", the youngest teased, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
And of course, Minho responded with a wide, mischievous smirk, "For you", he pushed Han's shoulders down, making him lie back, and positioned himself on top of him, whispering in the youngest's ear, "It's raw”
Jisung didn't know what made him shiver more— Minho's words, the tone, and dominant posture, or his member, slick with lube and precome, teasing his entrance.
Lee Know began to slowly penetrate Han, feeling him adjust to his size. Han moaned loudly, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure. Lee Know paused for a moment, allowing Han to get used to the sensation, before starting to move again. He began to move faster and faster, feeling Han's body contract around his member. Jisung ran his hands down Minho's back, pulling him closer, as he arched his back, feeling the pleasure grow more and more with each movement. Then, he grabbed Han's wrists and pinned them above his head, showing his dominance over Jisung, "Keep your hands there", he commanded, his voice in a low tone that sent shivers down Han's spine. Han nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension, his babygirl tendencies coming to the surface, “Y- yes, sir”.
Minho smirked as he continued to move, hips snapping forward, filling Han completely with each thrust. Jisung moaned, his body shaking beneath Minho, clenching around him, begging for more, "Minho, please”, Jisung whimpered, his voice barely audible.
Lee Know chuckled, satisfied with Han’s reaction, "Please what, babyboy? Tell me what you want”
Han bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before finally blurting it out, "More, I want more. I want you to fuck me harder"
The older one’s smirk widened, loving Han's honesty, loving how much power he held over him. He released Han's wrists, instead grabbing his hips with a firm grip. He began to pound into Han, his thrusts powerful and precise, just like Han asked. Han's moans filled the room, his body arching off the bed cause of the pleasure.
Minho could feel Han's body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He knew Han was close. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Jisung’s leaking cock and stroked it in perfect timing with his thrusts, pushing Han closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me”, Minho grunted, voice heavy with desire, "I bet you look so pretty when you come", then he leaned down, capturing Jisung's lips in a messy, sloppy kiss, their tongues dancing inside each other's mouths as Lee Know continued to turn Han inside out. Jisung's hands found their way to Lee Know's hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
Then Han let out a cry, his body convulsing as he came undone. Minho felt Han squeezing around him, milking him completely. He let out a low, final groan as his own release followed soon after, filling Han with his cum.
Minho collapsed on top of his roommate, their bodies slick with sweat, breaths shallow. He rolled to his side, pulling Han with him, their legs entwined. He pressed a soft kiss to Han's forehead, his dominant side fading away, tenderness taking its place
“You know what”, Lee Know started, and Han hummed in response, still hazy and completely intoxicated on him, “If I knew this was going to be the outcome, I would’ve skipped all the teasing and just told you I knew about the hentai from the start”
Jisung immediately lifted his head from Minho’s chest, deeply offended, “YOU KNEW?! I THOUGHT I WAS ACTUALLY GOING PARANOID!”
Minho burst out laughing, completely amused by Han’s innocence, “Of course I knew”, he admitted shamelessly, “I saw it on your flash drive weeks ago”
Han opened his mouth to argue, but before he could, Minho simply pulled him back to his chest again, “Come here, you little brat”, he murmured, wrapping his arms around him, “From now on, no more hentai. We’re doing things the old fashioned way if you know what I mean”
Jisung rolled his eyes dramatically, but a stupid smile never left his lips, “You know, Minho hyung…”, he muttered, tracing small circles on Minho’s stomach, “…you really should start using cloud”
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➪ summary : martin can't stand making you upset and you can't help but forgive him when he looks all sad.
➪ other notes : woahhhh terra posting fluff ?! i had a vision but i don't know if i like it. but it's something very short and sweet mainly a filler before i can finish writing my other works.
if a magical fairy came and casted a spell on martin, destining him to be attached to you at the hip at all times for the rest of eternity, he’d probably cheer and cry out of joy. it’s no surprise to anyone that martin is beyond in love with you. if he could get your name tattooed across his chest in big bolded black letters, he absolutely would. and when you’re not with him, he carries at least one memory of you on him.
like your name scrawled on all of the insoles in every pair of shoes he has. or the candid picture of you he has tucked away in his wallet, color washed out by now but he refuses to change it. he’s even gone as far as to buy your perfume and spray it on his own clothes whenever you don’t see him that week. so with all of this in mind, imagine how he’d act if you’re upset with him.
tears are streaming down martin’s face as he repeatedly apologizes to you. “i‘m sorry ! i won’t ever do it again,” he hiccups, following you around. “well you obviously thought some part of your statement was true, otherwise you would have never said it,” you reply, shoving his hand away from your shoulder. what started this ? probably martin humiliating you in front of his friends just to make them laugh.
“no, i swear i didn’t mean anything, i just wanted to seem cool, please !” martin shakes his head. you turn to look at him, somehow feeling bad for how he’s looking at you right now. you grab his face, smooshing his cheeks in your hands. “say you’re sorry,” you order him, “i’m sorry, please forgive me,” martin immediately says, letting you squish his face. “say you won’t do it again.”
“i won’t do it again, please don’t be upset with me,” martin’s glassy doe eyes are enough to let you know that he’s being serious. you wipe away his tears with your thumbs before letting him go. “you’re so annoying,” you mumble as martin sniffles. “i know,” he pouts, wiping his snotty nose. “and stop crying already,” you pinch his cheek, earning a soft whine from him.
when you step back, all you can see is your loving, sometimes stupid, boyfriend who tries his best not to mess up when it comes to you. you sigh before slightly opening your arms. he practically throws himself into your arms, it’s almost enough to knock the wind out of you. “alright, alright,” you wheeze as martin squeezes you tightly. “i thought you were going to break up with me,” he says, shoving his face into the crook of your neck.
“over an argument ?” you raise your eyebrows in confusion, one of your hands settling on his hair, patting his head gently. “well it made sense in my head,” maybe he was being a little dramatic but that’s the way you like him. any other person would have justifiably been pissed at their partner for a long time had they pulled the stunt martin did but you just can’t bring yourself to that level.
because compared to other boyfriends, you don’t know if anyone would be crying and begging you to forgive them. martin worships the ground you walk on and you also know that if you asked him to kiss your feet every time you walked, he’d do it without complaint. so as far as you know, martin’s still and forever will be your babygirl boyfriend.
in which martin looks exactly like the boy of your dreams that you made in tomodachi life. oh—and social media (as well as your friends) love watching this unfold!
pairing: influencer!martin x gn!non-idol!reader ; genre: smau oneshot, fluff, crack…, strangers -> friends ? -> lovers, short n sweet n cute !! ; warnings: swearing, incorrect timestamps, reader likes seals and mamegoma, humor of a teenage girl., they’re both silly and a little stupid c:
please DO NOT copy, repost, or claim as yours.
CREDITS: divider above from @/pixopix, any and all photos from pinterest (excluding the tomodachi martin)
maia’s note: im back !!! ok but first of all, i am not a tomodachi life larper, i’ve loved it since it was released on the ds and the photos of martin’s mii is from my actual game. anyways, i really love how this work ended up turning out not only bc of the concept of it but bc i’m genuinely just happy i finally finished a work. yes, this smau is not my finest… and there could’ve been more development… but nonetheless i like it and i hope you all enjoy reading it too ! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated !! 🩶
