lirio

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[hyunles]

﹙𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍﹚ 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀

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[orchidame]

[97latte]

sub!chan x dom!reader

plap plap, the sound of your slicked thighs meeting his toned hips echoed in the warm bedroom.

“hah-i can’t—ngh, cum anymore, please-pl-please y/n”

you had just coaxed another orgasm out of chan. he was referring to your government name now; pure desperation reflected in his dilated pupils, eyes glazed over with overstimulation.

“hm? good boys keep cumming until i’m satisfied channie~ i thought you knew that.”

his legs trembled, the muscles that he had worked so hard to grow in the gym were useless now.

your hand travelled upwards to pinch his hardened nipples - and he keened, back arching off of the stained mattress with a yelp.

“fuck—“

chan’s voice cracked, the end of the word becoming high pitched as you picked up the pace slightly.

“pleasepleaseplea—please y/n, f—fuck i’m g’nna cum again—slow down”

his panicked hands found your hips again, nails digging in as a final attempt to slow down your pace.

“oh? i thought you couldn’t cum anymore?”

a smirk slowly spread across your face as a tear trickled down his reddened cheeks.

chan, the man who walked around with confidence in the daytime, were crumbling underneath you by night; his eyebrows scrunched together, endless moans and whimpers escaping past his swollen lips, hair stuck to his forehead with a sheen of sweat coating his entire body.

to be fair to the man, before his nth orgasm, he was still cocky - moving his hips upwards to meet yours, talking about how your pussy belonged to him - but no. he had gotten it wrong.

his cock belonged to you.

as he shot white ropes into you for the millionth time tonight, you would whisper this in his ear, and watch his eyes roll back with a broken moan.

a/n: ty for the request @jjnatth6 <3 i loooove a big man being subby!! chan being a sub goes brrrrr 🥶 i also feel like i haven’t written about channie in ages…

[97latte]

inexperienced!felix <3

inexperienced!felix who always stares at your tits and thinks that you don’t notice

inexperienced!felix who literally cums in his pants after your makeout session because your hand brushed across his crotch

inexperienced!felix who thinks about what your mouth would feel like, as he showers, running his hand under the warm water and creating an ‘o’ shape with his hand, fisting his cock

inexperienced!felix who physically cannot stop himself from getting hard all the time around you - actually, not even just around you. he catches a whiff of your perfume in a store, he is getting hard right there and then

inexperienced!felix who accidentally (he promises it was an accident!!!) walks into the bathroom when you’re stepping out of the shower and his mind goes completely blank. the only words he can splutter out are sorry’s and oh’s.

inexperienced!felix who gets pinned down by you who is still damp from the shower, and he really, really likes it

inexperienced!felix who moans when he touches your body as if he is feeling the pleasure for you

inexperienced!felix who does not understand the pacing of foreplay, or of the actual act of fucking you and just ruts himself against you, and inside of you at uncontrollable speed

inexperienced!felix who is a whiner before a groaner - whimpering with his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes watering and red splotches appearing in his chest from all of the excitement

inexperienced!felix who cums so deep in you that you see stars, and instead of pulling out, he holds you there on top of him, his cock still throbbing with pent-up need

inexperienced!felix who flips you onto your back for round two, since he is no longer inexperienced and this man is still horny!!!!

a/n: i’m back!!! (jk i just decided to finish and edit a badly written draft 😫) perverted/inexperienced felix just lived in my head rent free for so long i needed to share this with someone… but i’m sorry!! work has been kicking my ass and my creativity has been sucked out 🫠

[hyunpic]

beep beep.. a hottie coming through

[jj-one]

so, this is where your life had taken you. sprawled across a couch that smelled like minho’s expensive cologne, thighs spread wide, your panties practically destroyed from the shameless buzzing of the vibrator pressed snugly between your legs. he was watching you intently as you tried not to squirm beneath the hungry weight of his gaze… and the worse part?

you weren’t even sure if it was the vibrator or the porn that was killing you more.

because the guy in the very video minho had casually propped up on his massive TV— not moments ago, like this was a normal ass tuesday night— had one of the hottest fucking voices you’d ever heard.

everytime the man on-screen moaned, minho’s thumb nudged the dial on the vibrator remote just a little higher.

and your self-control? pretty much nonexistent at this point.

another low, throaty groan filled the room, echoing from the surround-sound speakers— you could literally hear it crawling up your spine. your hips jolted slightly when the toy between your legs buzzed harder in response, dragging your shaky whimpers into the air with it.

minho smirked, perched comfortably in the leather armchair just across from you, his sharp features practically glowing under the dim light of the room. “that one got you, didn’t it?” his voice was honey-smooth, edged with something slightly mocking, amused at just how shamelessly wrecked you looked right now.

you blinked up at him, lips parted, thighs trembling, and probably looking like some ridiculous, flushed mess. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you managed to choke out, breath hitching awkwardly between words.

thr slow, deliberate shrug of his shoulders only made your stomach twist tighter. “what? i thought you were enjoying this.”

his voice was maddening. calm, collected. he looked like he was plucked straight from some midnight fantasy— a black hoodie pulled lazily over his toned chest, loose sweats hiding the legs you already knew were sculpted perfectly from earlier make-out sessions.

the worst thing of all? he knew how much power he had over you.

your instinct was to bite out a snarky reply, but your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as another low, drawn out moan echoed from the video. the man— whoever he was— practically growled the filthiest string of words you’d heard all night, husking out a “good girl, take it, yeah… just like that… fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

minho barely let you process it before he cranked the vibrator up a notch, gleaming in satisfaction when you cried out softly in turn.

“jesus christ, minho—” you gasped, a sharp spike of heat crashing through your core like a tidal wave.

“hmm?” his innocent hum was deceptive as his thumb hovered over the remote again, eyes dark and glittering. “too much?”

it wasn’t. but it was. you honestly didn’t know the difference anymore.

“i- fuck- you’re insane,” you huffed, teeth sinking into your lower lip to stifle the wanton whimper bubbling in your chest.

minho just grinned like the smug bastard he was, the kind of grin that made your pulse stutter in weird places. “cute insults, but i don’t think you really mean them,” he said silkily, reclining even further in his chair. the picture of relaxed confidence.

“admit it,” he added lightly, a teasing undertone threading through his lilting voice. “you like this.”

you whined, throwing your arm over your face to avoid the flush creeping up your cheeks. “i don’t,” you lied terribly through another breathless moan as the stupid toy buzzed against the exact spot that made you want to scream.

“don’t you?” he mused, tilting his head. his dark, hooded eyes dragged leisurely over your exposed body where your tank top had ridden up and your skirt kept inching higher.he crossed one leg over the other, one arm lazily slung over the chair’s edge like this wasn’t phasing him at all— even though you could catch a faint glint of something darker lurking behind his amused smirk.

“you know,” he said thoughtfully, waving toward the screen. “that guy’s pretty good, huh? i mean, i can see how into it you are.”

you opened your mouth to protest, only to lose every ounce of composure the second another moan from the pornstar filled the room— a sharp, needy sound that sent sparks shooting through your thighs as minho turned up the toy again.

your body jerked harder this time. “minho!”

his smirk sharpened. “say what you want, but you sound a lot like him.”

“shut up,” you groaned, refusing to let your brain even go there.

but as much as you wanted to die from the sheer embarrassment of it all, there was something gnawing at you in the back of your mind. something about the way the pornstar’s voice sounded— low, throaty, teasing, with little breathy moans that felt almost… familiar?

no. that wasn’t possible.

…right ??

the thought barely registered before another filthy sound echoed from the speakers— a sharp gasp that bled into a breathy “shitshitshit, that’s so good- fuck, baby, you’re perfect—”

the low hum of pleasure vibrating through you quickly broke the thought. minho eased his leg over his knee, his movements calm, his gaze unwavering. he looked utterly, maddeningly unaffected.

“here,” minho’s voice pulled you back to reality as he reached forward suddenly, grabbing the remote like he was about to dial it even higher. “since he’s getting louder, how about we—”

“i swear to god,” you cut him off breathily, slamm ing your hand on the couch cushion like it’d somehow make him behave. “if you turn that thing up again, i’ll—”

“you’ll what?” he interrupted smoothly, quirking a brow as his thumb hovered dangerously over the button.

the smirk on his lips told you everything you needed to know. you weren’t getting out of this alive without completely wrecking your dignity— and, even worse, it wasn’t like you actually hated it.

before you had a chance to spit out your next attempt at a reply, another set of low, breathy moans filled the room— and dear god, it was driving you insane all over again.

“shit, look at you,” minho muttered suddenly, voice quieter now but tinged with lust as his sharp gaze followed the roll of your hips against the toy. “you’re so sensitive- are you even gonna make it through the whole video?”

you whined outright then, voice fraying under the heat of his stare, thighs involuntarily jolting when the vibrator buzzed harder. “minho, i - i can’t—”

a pause. the click of the remote lowering the setting just slightly. when you glanced up at him through hooded, blurry eyes, his expression had shifted— his smirk was still there, but softer now, his movements slowing like he was savoring your unraveling.

“you’ll be fine,” he murmured, his tone sending shivers racing down your back. “it’s not like i’m asking you to do much.”

your stomach twisted tighter— equal parts heat and frustration and… more heat. you didn’t even know what to focus on anymore; the vibrator’s steady buzz pressed firmly against your core, his lips curling into maddening shapes, or the utterly ridiculous fact that there was still, somehow, something familiar about this fucking video.

at one point, you closed your eyes to try and ground yourself, but the unmistakable growls and whimpers flooding the room made it impossible. everything blurred into mounting tension, and you were down so bad at this point you couldn’t think of anything beyond not melting fully into the couch.

and then the tension snapped.

at first, it was too small a detail to catch. barely a flicker. but it hit you seconds later, a cold rush climbing over your flushed chest and down your spine when your hazy brain finally pieced it together.

“…wait a second.”

minho’s brow shot up at the faint tremble in your voice. “hmm?”

your eyes darted between him and the screen, and suddenly that twitch in minho’s smirk seemed far too deliberate.

“this guy—” you began, twisting toward the screen slightly. your voice faltered as you stared harder at the scene playing out— the way the man’s hands flexed on the woman’s waist, his head tilted low as his groans spilled over. the sharper the angle got, the clearer it became. not completely visible… but just enough.

the same drawling voice that had been haunting you all night filled the air again, his lips dragging over the woman’s neck as the camera tilted just slightly upward. for half a second, you froze. finally noticing the faint sheen of familiar moles dusting over his throat, catching glimmers of his messy hair curling against his jaw.

“oh my fucking god.”

the realization burst out of you louder than it should’ve.

minho’s smirk twisted smug. “something wrong?”

“this—” you stammered, pointing toward the screen like it’d make your brain recalibrate. “that’s- he’s—”

“i mean, he’s kinda hot, no?” minho tilted his head slightly, his tone almost casual as his eyes glinted sharper. “but you already knew that. i bet you’ve been getting off to him all night.”

kill me now.

your stomach churned with a wild mix of embarrassment and adrenaline as the truth crashed into you full-force, not just about the porn, but about minho himself. there was no fucking way he didn’t know what this was or who that was.

and yet, as your chest rose and fell heavily, through all the chaos sizzling in your brain, there was still one crucial question left unanswered.

“wait, do you—” you started, stumbling to find words that fit the insanity clawing through your body. “how do you even know—”

you didn’t finish. you didn’t have to.

the knock at the door answered for you.

it wasn’t loud by any means. two calm, deliberate knocks followed by an unmistakably low, amused voice filtering in:

“min…” a soft pause, a faint tsk before the voice grew playfully curious. “you started without me already, huh?”

the room fell silent.

your stomach hit the floor.

minho, meanwhile, leaned back with the calmest smirk you’d seen all night, one arm lazily swinging off the chair while his free hand flipped the vibrator off with a swift click. “took you long enough to notice,” he muttered, his sharp gaze meeting yours with utmost composure.

“guess i owe you some kind of explanation,” he added lightly, his tongue flicking over the edge of his lip as the front door creaked open.

and for the first time all night, your breath hitched again— not because of the vibrator, or even minho’s teasing grin, but because standing in the entryway, leaning against the doorframe with disheveled hair and faint marks dusting his collarbone…

…was the guy from the video.

i wrote this rather quickly bc i couldn’t get it outta my head for the past few hours so i whipped this up real quick b4 i post my bigger fics ^-^ is based off this little thought an anon had sent me !! (also…. part 2 anyone…??? 👀👀👀)

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

genre: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

wc: less than 1k ig

pairing: hyunjin x reader

cw: arguing, mild injury, mentios of blood, a lot of angst with comfort at the end

not proofread

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

the apartment felt smaller than usual, too tight for two people full of unsaid things.

“you’re not even listening to me, hyunjin”

you stood in the middle of the living room, hands clenched, voice rising as tears threatened to form. “you never do, you always shut down when something matters to me.”

hyunjin scoffed, pacing, eyes sharp.

“and you always find something to complain about, no matter what I do, it’s not enough.”

you blinked, hurt by how fast he turned it into a battle again.

“i’m not saying you’re not enough,” you said, softer now. “I just need you to meet me halfway”

“I’m tired, okay? I’m tired of being blamed all the time.” he said raising his voice again

“I’m not blaming you, I’m begging you to talk to me instead of shutting me out!”

his jaw tightened. “Then stop pushing me, stop making everything such a big deal”

you took a step back, chest tightening. the weight of everything, weeks of miscommunication, of bottling up emotions, of tiptoeing around each other, everything was crashing down. your turned slightly, trying to hold in the tears, and your elbow accidentally hit a glass jar sitting on a nearby shelf.

it was the jar where hyunjin kept some of his paintbrushes, the old ones, the ones with sentimental value.

“seriously?” he said, glaring at the mess. “you’re breaking my stuff now? perfect”

“it was an accident, I-”

“oh sure, it always is,” he cut you off with sarcasm. “you made the mess, clean it”

you swallowed hard. he was being cruel, more than usual. but in silence, you knelt down and began picking up the shards scattered across the floor. That’s when it happened. A sharp, deep cut in the palm of your hand. You let out a small gasp of pain, but said nothing. Ignoring it felt easier than dealing with another blow from his mouth.

“see? serves you right,” Hyunjin muttered without even looking at you. “you’re always so damn careless”

the words hit harder than the glass.

that sentence broke you, not because of the pain, but because of everything that had been building up inside for weeks. His words were the last straw. the tears came fast, hot, silent at first… then turned into sobs.

you stood up with your wounded hand clutched close to your chest, unable to say a word. the pain wasn’t just physical now. your heart felt like it had been cut just as deep. and this time, you didn’t fight back. you simply turned and walked away, tears sliding down your cheeks.

only when you passed him did he finally see you. see the blood dripping down your arm. see the way your lips trembled.

“wait” he reached toward you instinctively “you’re really bleeding?”

you didn’t stop. yo walked into the bathroom and locked the door. you couldn’t speak. the tears wouldn’t stop. your chest ached, and your hand too.

on the other side of the door, his voice came seconds later, softer, more urgent. he tried the doorknob. “y/n open the door please”

you sat on the edge of the tub, cradling your hand, tears falling freely now.

he knocked again. “is it deep? did you cut yourself badly? please talk to me”

silence.

“y/n, please, let me see your hand. it could be serious, open the door”

you stayed quiet.

“cmon baby, I didn’t see… I didn’t know you got hurt. I was just angry, I didn’t mean what I said.” his voice cracked. “God, I didn’t think, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I didn’t mean to say those things”

still, you couldn’t speak. you didn’t want to let him see you like that, falling apart because of him.

“please, open the door, let me take care of you”

still crying, you walked to the door and unlocked it with your free hand. hyunjin was standing right there, eyes glassy. he stepped in slowly, like he was afraid to make it worse. he grabbed the first-aid kit from the cabinet and sat down with you on the cold bathroom floor.

“let me see” he whispered, gently taking your hand. his touch was soft, careful, full of guilt. as he cleaned the cut in silence, lips pressed in guilt, eyes focused and soft.

once it was bandaged, he exhaled shakily.

“I’m an asshole” he whispered. “a total asshole”

you looked at him, tears brimming again, but this time, softer.

“that hurt, hyunjin, and i’m not talking about my hand”

he closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I hate the way I talk when I’m mad, I was angry and I took it out on you and that’s not fair”

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to say the things I said” you lowered your head, also feeling guilty for everything that was spoken earlier

he moved closer, cupping your face with both hands. warm and careful.

you looked at him, eyes still filled with tears.

“from now on, I’ll listen more. I’ll stop shutting you down. I’ll meet you halfway. I’ll do whatever it takes, because I love you”

your bottom lip trembled.

“can you forgive me?” he whispered

you nodded, and then you were in his arms. his embrace strong and protective, your face buried in his neck. he rocked you gently, as if trying to soothe the storm he helped create. his hands ran slowly up and down your back.

“I’ve got you now” he murmured into your hair. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting go, never”

[luvyeni]

• soulmate pact . ִֶָ་. 🍸 ་༘

⌗soulmatepact — a few years ago drunk you made a pact with felix .. now times up

( lee felix x fem!reader ) • warnings. kissing , dry humping , soft sex , unprotected sex 𓄵 word count. 1307 { back to library }

“times up you two.” hyunjin tapped on the table ; a drink in his hand , probably a little tipsy. “when’s the wedding so i can buy a suit?”

normally you’d ignore anything that came out the long haired boys mouth when he was drunk , but you were also having a good time , the two drinks flowing through you; a third in your hand you decided to egg him on. “what are you talking about now?”

“you and felix?” he said. “aren’t you two getting married?”

you laughed; out of confusion , and amusement. “are you seriously that drunk hyunjin?” you laughed , felix sitting next to you — like he always was. “what the fuck are you talking about now?”

“you don’t remember that day you broke up with your ex and we went out for drinks?” you cringed rehashing that night; well the next morning when you woke up on the floor of felix’s bathroom , a cold towel pressed against your forehead. “well i remember the aftermath.”

“hyunjin she was drunk , it doesn’t matter.” felix waved his hands around , trying to get the boy to stop. “it’s okay.”

“well what did i say?” you asked. “was it bad? oh my god what was it?”

“you said that if you aren’t in a relationship within three years , you and felix will just get into a relationship and stay together until you die.”

“did i really say that?” you turned to felix. “oh my god is that why you looked so flustered the morning after , oh my god i thought i showed you my tits or something.”

“well you almost did had he not covered you.”

“okay you guys need to tell me this the morning after , not three years later.” you cringed , taking another sip of your drink. “lix im so sorry , even if it’s years later.”

“it’s okay , i knew you were drunk.” he said , sipped his fruity drink , no alcohol because he was the designated driver. “no worries.”

as the night went on you stopped drinking after the third; scared of recreating three years ago — the two of you dragging a drunk hyunjin back to the car , taking him back to his apartment with changbin.

“can i sleep at your apartment tonight?” you spoke up as he drove , your legs tucked under you. “we can get breakfast tomorrow.” smiling at him , he laughed.

“you know you’re always welcomed.”

heading straight to his apartment , you took your shoes off, shuffling to his room. he followed behind you, picking your things up as you shed everything you had on; so used to you being in your underwear. “my feet hurt so bad.” you dropped on his bed , he tried not to look at your plush thighs; or your boobs that’s practically spilled from your bra.

“do you want a shirt.”

you nodded , climbing under his blanket. “please.”

felix would never allow anyone in his room like this , but you weren’t just anyone; to felix you were everything — his everything. felix actually liked you , he liked you before you came up with the pact. “here.”

he waited for you to put the shirt on before he got undressed , putting a pair of pajamas on , climbing in the bed , sleeping over the covers. “did you have a good night?”

you nodded ; he moved a piece of hair out your face , his soft hands , caressing your cheek, making your eyes flutter shut , you opened them smiling. “good.”

you tried to do sleep but your body wouldn’t shut down for the night , felix laid next to you , hand on his chest. you turned on your side. “you sleep?”

his eyes opened , he turned to you. “no , you okay? feeling sick?” you shook your head.

“i just can’t sleep.”

“did i make you uncomfortable?” you suddenly spoke up. “all those years ago.” things with felix weren’t awkward after that night , but it surely felt different — tension between the two of you sometimes ended up charged , but you just chalked it up to it being close proximity.. he was hot and he was there — and you were single and horny.

“i wasn’t uncomfortable.” he said. “you could never make me uncomfortable.” he now turned to face you.

“that night probably was the best night of my life.” he said sitting up against the headboard. “even if you were drunk and probably didn’t mean it.”

“what do you mean?”

he was looking you dead in the eyes now , he was biting down on his lower lip; his abs prominent — he looked so good at the moment. “that night , the night you said we’d get together in three years , if things didn’t work out.” he started. “i know it was terrible of me and i’m sorry , but i prayed you would never go on a good date again.”

“why?”

“because i wanted you to date me.” he confessed. “i wanted you all to myself.” his hand came up to your cheeks , his thumb swiping across your lip.

he leaned down; closing the gap , his soft lips pressing against yours. the kiss was hot , his hand softly touching your neck , when you sighed , he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

sensing your discomfort in your body language; he pulled away , pulling you into his lap. “better?” he didn’t wait for you to answer , luring you back into a heated kiss.

feeling you grinding down on him; he sighed , throwing his head back as you attacked his neck with kisses ; you could feel him getting hard underneath you. “fuck.” his hands traveling down to your ass , massaging it.

“you’re hard.”

“you’re half naked on top of me; i can feel your pussy through my sweats , of course i’m hard.” he groaned when you did it harder. “fuck — that’s it.”

he flipped you over; hovering over you, chain dangling in your face. you wrapped your legs around his waist , pulling him closer against you. “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” he groaned; you moved your hips.

“once i do this , im not letting you go.” he whispered; looking into your eyes for any doubt in your eyes. “you’re mine.”

“i want it.”

he didn’t waste anymore time; getting your verbal consent , he stood up stripping himself of his sweats , pulling his underwear down — his dick hitting lower stomach , red and leaking with pre-cum. “fuck.”

slowly stroking his cock as he got back on the bed; in between your legs. “such a pretty pussy.” he pulled your panties down your legs , tossing them to the ground — lifting your hips up , lining his tip with your entrance , teasing your clit. “so wet , making so much noise.”

tapping his tip on your bud before he pushed his cock fully inside you ; he cursed , holding your hips as he moved in and out of you , his thick cock stretching you out deliciously. “fuck felix , faster.”

his hand grabbed the headboard while the other grip your waist , he slowly pulled out to the tip — pushing back inside , his pace increasing , your boobs bouncing through the shirt. “fuuuuck.” he groaned. “you’re squeezing my dick like crazy.”

moaning his name like a mantra , his cock kissing your cervix. “fuck , so perfect.” he bent down kissing your lips ls “all mine.”

“lix– lix m’gonna cum.”

“fuck go a head.” he groaned. “make a mess, i wanna see you do it.” his thumb going to your clit to run circles on the nerve’, your legs stiffened , then shook as you came.

“good girl.” he groaned.

picking his pace up. “fuck.” his cock twitching inside , shooting his cum inside of you; kissing your temple. “take it , you can take it for me.” talking you through it as he came down from his high. “good girl.”

he pulled out of you , kissing your lips. “so pretty.” he praised. “i’m serious , i was serious three years ago.”

“you’re mine now.”

©️LUVYENI

[rrottencherries]

Human Nature

Synopsis: Your sex lives have never been boring, that much could be said. But when Hyunjin finds something new for you to play out in the bedroom after a much inspiring movie he had watched, it certainly takes it to another level.

-or: Hyunjin wants to see you dressed up as his little student while he ruins you <3

Details: Hyunjin x fem!reader, smut- teacher/student roleplay, spanking, bondage, light pet play, biting, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, choking, slapping, slight foot fetish, dacryphilia, very filthy. wc: 5k

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You'd barely even gotten through the front door to his apartment before he was in front of you. He greeted you with the usual kiss and hug, but there was an obvious excitement inside of him, waiting to be let out. You noticed it immediately, like there was a spurt of creativity he was holding in.

You set your bag down and plopped down on the couch, tired after work, whereas Hyunjin grabbed your foot and started massaging it attentively, a toothy smile on his face. It was clear he was thinking about something. You tilted your head at him.

"What have you been doing today? You seem... happy about something," you said, putting it out there for him to express his thoughts without directly asking. He looked up from his focus on your foot with a calmer smile, his nimble fingers still kneading your soft skin.

"Mm, not much. You know I had that shoot earlier - that went well. Chan wanted me to do some recordings in the studio, so I did that, too. How about you, baby?" he responded casually, listing off all the things he'd done today more or less.

You nodded, letting out a small, pleased hum at the feeling of him massaging your foot. "Work, mostly. It was a bit tiring, but I managed with enough coffee in my system." You let out a chuckle, adjusting yourself against the couch to lay down more comfortably. Hyunjin took this as his chance to switch over to massage your other foot.

He nodded, still smiling calmly to himself like he was thinking about something. You squinted your eyes at him. Your curiosity could only be held back for so long.

"Okay, what's with that giddy smile on your face? What are you thinking about?" you asked, pressing your foot against his hand a little to gain his attention.

He shrugged, like he was trying to brush it off. "Nothing."

You wouldn't have that. "Tell me," you whined.

"It's nothing. Just this movie I watched. It was... inspiring."

"Well, what was it about?"

That made him pause his ministrations on your foot for a moment, biting his lip as he tried to hold back a smile, holding back his excitement even now. He shot you a look, smiling that almost sheepish smile that showed off his front teeth. It made you smile too, chuckling a bit at his reaction.

"Come on, tell me!"

He sat up then, releasing your foot and began to ramble on. "It was this movie about a secretary, and the man she worked for began treating her... well, as a secretary. But whenever she would do something incorrect, he'd make sure to punish her. And she loved it, explored herself in that way. They were both matching each other so well, and it kind of reminded me of us. And just the whole aesthetic of the movie was pleasing to the eye. It made me excited to try something new."

You tilted your head intuitively as you listened to him explain the movie, slowly catching onto what sort of movie it was. How was it that Hyunjin could make something that was supposedly a kinky movie into something that sounded romantic?

Once you'd thought it over, you found it in you to respond to him, slightly teasing, "So what you're telling me is that you watched some kinky movie and thought of us? That's cute." You laughed a little at his enthusiasm about this movie, but you also wanted it to be known that you were listening. After all, you did find it a little flattering that he was this giddy over the thought of doing something with you. "...So what did you have in mind? Since you want to try something new."

It made your face a little hot to ask, but Hyunjin was just excited to talk about it. "One day, I'd like us to roleplay. You're a student and I'm your teacher. I want you to wear an outfit and everything - so will I."

You were a little taken aback, only because Hyunjin had never brought up an interest in roleplay before, but to you the idea was definitely appealing. Still, you let out a small laugh, feeling a little shy when you thought of it for too long, slowly nodding. "Alright..."

Hyunjin smiled, seemingly not feeling shy at all about the topic. He leaned over and kissed your cheek, tangling his fingers with yours as he started talking about something entirely different.

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It had been more than a week since you'd talked about Hyunjin's new fantasy. He hadn't even hinted at it, even though you'd been intimate since then. After a few days, you'd forgotten about it, too focused on life to consider when it might happen.

But then, when Hyunjin came to your place from what you thought had just been dance practice, he plopped a package onto the table. You looked up from your book, raising an eyebrow at him and eyeing the package suspiciously. "What's this?"

He smiled, taking off his sunglasses he'd been wearing and began opening the package. "It's for you."

Your ears perked up a the sound of that, setting your book aside and excitedly making your way towards him. You kissed his cheek in a silent greeting before tearing into the package. Meanwhile, Hyunjin placed his duffel bag on the table and began to look through it, glancing over at you while you opened the package.

Your lips parted in surprise when the contents of it revealed itself and you found yourself holding up a plaid mini skirt, a white, revealing dress shirt, knee-high socks and a matching hairband. You looked the clothing over for a second before turning to Hyunjin, raising an eyebrow.

He was already holding an outfit for himself that he'd packed in the duffel bag, a dark suit and striped tie, a pair of glasses on the table. Finally he seemed to be feeling a little flustered, shuffling on his feet. "I thought we could try the roleplaying thing today... bought us some outfits," he mumbled, almost nervously. Like you might reject the idea now.

His sudden nerves only brought an adoring smile on your face, your fingers holding onto the clothes a little tighter. You nodded. "You want me to change into it now?"

He nodded, his eyes big and clearly trying to hold back the excitement that was hidden under his shyness. You brushed your thumb across his cheek with affection at his expression, finding it cute, before turning on your heels to go change in your bedroom.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, calling out behind you. "Sit by your desk once you've changed. I'll bring in your assignment for correction."

You stilled by the doorway to your bedroom, looking at him over your shoulder when those words left him. It was surprising to hear from him, already sort of getting into character. It sent an excited thrill through you. You nodded once, shutting the door behind you as you walked into your room.

As you got undressed, you could feel your nerves heightening more and more, the anticipation of what was about to happen leaving your stomach in knots. It made you more excited than you'd been in a while.

You decided to keep your underwear on beneath the clothing, since he'd made no comment on what to do with that .There hadn't been any included in the outfit he gave you. You looked yourself in the mirror, taking in the way you looked. You definitely wouldn't have been allowed to wear this at an actual school - skirt so short that your ass was peeking out, cleavage on display... clearly Hyunjin had thought this out.

"Okay..." you whispered to yourself, running a hand through your hair, careful of the headband, before taking a seat by your desk. You weren't sure why you felt so nervous. Maybe it was just the anticipation of it all, or the thought of Hyunjin dressed up in a suit and tie, ready to correct you.

You ran a hand over the skirt, feeling a little skittish, but paused when you heard the sound of the door opening. Your heart lurched to your throat, hands falling to your lap when you heard the sound of leather shoes against the floorboard. The urge to turn around got the best of you, glancing him over your shoulder.

He looked immaculate. His sleek pants were just a little loose, white dress shirt revealing some of his chest under the blazer he wore. And then the tie and glasses - God, did he look good. The tie was loose, adding to his usual characteristics. If he liked the looks of you, too, he didn't make it clear on his face, though he could definitely feel his pants getting a little tighter.

In his hand was a pen and paper, but they were the last thing you were looking at. He raised an eyebrow at you, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie, painfully aware of how you looked at him. His nerves were tickling his skin, but he wanted so badly not to seem awkward. That wasn't what this was about. He slowly made his way towards you, sliding the paper in front of you.

"Miss y/n," he started in greeting, keeping his voice firm. "You're a good student. You aways show up on time, answer in class when I call on you, get good grades - you know how to work hard." He stood behind you now, leaning over you so you could feel the heat of him against your back. He tapped the paper twice with the pen, expecting your gaze to follow. "So explain to me how such a progressive student finds it acceptable to hand in something so mediocre."

You sat there for a moment, just thinking to yourself this is really happening, this is really happening, your eyes locked on how the veins popped out of his hand where he held the pen. Then your eyes drifted to the paper, to a text you hadn't read before, some letters or words circled in red. You weren't sure what to say, still trying to ease into the whole roleplay antic of it all.

"...I'm sorry, Mr. Hwang. I did my best-"

"-You can't even spell basic words right." He interrupted you, still stood behind you, his presence all-consuming.

You swallowed thickly, teeth digging into your bottom lip. His words shouldn't have brought as much heat through your body as they did. You could get used to hearing such authority in his voice.

He leaned over you even more then, placing both hands on the table with his palms pressing against the surface, caging you in from behind.

"It's unacceptable."

You could feel his breath fanning the back of your head, your body tensing up and breathing getting heavier, excitement causing through every part of your being.

"Mr. Hwang-"

"-You will address me as Sir."

You fisted your hands in your skirt, your thighs pressing together as you loosened the smallest of breaths. Maybe you wouldn't even make it to the main event before you lost your mind.

"Get up," he said then, stepping far enough away from you that you couldn't feel his heat anymore. The lack of warmth was slightly disappointing, but the unknown of what he had planned got you over the loss fast.

You stood, ass surely on display from that action alone, your hand shaking a little when you placed it on the chair for support. You met his eyes then, and you had to stop every fibre of your being from not just jumping him right then and there. You were aware of his eyes on you, how they took you in, and even then the tent in his pants made it obvious how much he enjoyed this, too.

"Bend over the desk."

He moved the chair out of the way, giving you room to follow through with his command. And though you did as he said, your movements were slow, making sure to feel remember every moment of this experience. You placed your hands on the table, on either side of the paper, bending over it enough to expose your entire backside to him. You heard the small release of a breath through his nose, felt his eyes on you the whole time.

"Now read the paper. Out loud," came his next command, something you hadn't exactly expected him to say. You knew it was all part of the roleplay, but you had no idea what the paper would even say. From the looks of it, it was just some random excerpt from a text.

"The importance of avoiding smoking," you started with the title of the page, your ears sharp as you heard him shift behind you, only building up the anticipation. You cleared your throat and continued, "Smoking is one of the leading causes of preventable health worldwide. It can increase the risk of serious diseases such as lung cancer, heart disease and res-"

You paused your reading when his hand came down on your ass hard, instead letting out a choked sound at the sudden sting. Your hands pressed harder against the desk, slightly shaky as you loosened a breath. You turned your head to glance at him over your shoulder, but he stood at an angle where you couldn't see his beautiful face.

"Keep reading," was all he said, the tone of his voice lower. He waited for you to continue, expected you to. You had to stop yourself from pressing your thighs together again.

You looked down at the paper, trying to focus on the text, on where you'd left off instead of when the next hit was going to come. "-and respiratory illness. In addition to affecting the smoker-" you read over a couple of words or letters that had been circled, spelled wrong, correcting them as you read out loud, "-secondhand smoke can also harm people nearby-" another smack landed on your ass, then another, halting your reading for a moment.

"Don't stop," he ordered.

"-Including children-" smack! "-a-and non-smokers. Choosing not to smoke can-" smack! "c-can lead to improved physical health, better lung function, and-" smack! "a-and increased energy levels..."

You trailed off, shutting your eyes and breathing out. He was not going easy on you, that was for sure, your ass already stinging, skin raw and only getting redder. There was only a little bit of the text left, but you doubted it would end there.

In one swift movement, he gathered your hair into his hand, yanking it back enough to strain your neck and sting your scalp. "I. Said. Read." He let go of your hair, using the same hand to land numerous sharp spanks against your already sore backside, not stopping until you started reading again.

A broken whimper escaped you before you spoke again, "It can also reduce healthcare costs and improve-" smack! "overall qual-" smack! "q-quality of l-life-" smack! smack! smack!

His hand came cracking down mercilessly, and your legs wobbled beneath you, a pained mewl escaping you. Your nails dug into the wood of the desk, your eyes stinging but your sopping cunt throbbing for more.

He let out an impatient sigh when you stopped reading again, clearly affected by the harsh delivery of each hit. He stopped for a moment, pulling something out from his pants pocket before pressing down on your lower back.

"Start over," he said, to the masochist inside you's great pleasure, but your greedy cunt's distaste. You lowered your head again, your arms already tiring, starting from the beginning of the page again.

You felt a graze of something cold, metallic on your sore behind, causing you to twitch. His hand on your lower back kept you in place, and you wisely continued to read as he raised his hand.

Down came the surface of the cool ruler on your ass, achieving a more sharp and clean hit, but also more painful and punishing. It took everything in you to not just stop reading altogether, instead keeping your focus and continuing to read once the sting of every hit blended in with the rest.

He continued using the ruler, until the once cool metal of it turned warm from the contact with your skin, your ass numb and sensitive, burning hot. Somehow you made it through to the end of the page, tears streaking your cheeks and arousal soaking your panties. He let out a breath from the exertion of abusing your poor behind, setting the ruler down on the desk next to your hand.

"Good. That was good. You have some mind left in there, after all," Hyunjin muttered, his hand brushing over your bruising skin. You whimpered at the pain you felt, though there was something soothing about his gentle massaging of your skin, even if it made you cry more. "Can you say 'thank you', baby? My hand is a little sore after having to correct you. That's your fault, isn't it?"

Hyunjin was clearly into the roleplay thing completely now, you would've even considered giving him an Oscar for his performance. But so were you, forced into it, anyway, with how he'd just smacked the life out of your ass. You sniffled and his cock hardened at the sound. "Th-thank you, Sir."

He hummed, pleased by the sound of you thanking him for his cruelty. He stroked himself over his pants, finding it hard to control himself when you called him by such a title. He'd never heard you say it before but it had almost just made him cum in his pants, despite the composure he held in front of you.

"That's right. You're a good pup, aren't you?"

You nodded vigorously, eager for the praise. His hand moved down to where you were soaking through your panties, arousal coating the lacy material and your inner thighs from having your legs pressed together. You whimpered at the feeling, sensitive but your cunt oh so greedy for more. He let out a groan once discovering the effect he'd had on you. "Oh, puppy, look at you. You liked that, didn't you? Fuck, you're so sick..."

You whimpered at those otherwise offensive words, but when he said it they sounded so right, like he wouldn't have it any other way. And he wouldn't - he was as sick as you, maybe even more so for doing this to you in the first place.

He used his long fingers to push your panties to the side, running them through your slick, feeling how filthy you were. He groaned again, giving you a little reward by curling two of his fingers inside of you, feeling how your walls clenched around them, hungry for more.

"Fuck... Why'd you even bother wearing these anyway, hm? We both know your indecency wouldn't make you any less of a slut."

You moaned, legs leaning against the desk now, trying to keep yourself upright instead of just collapsing to the ground like your body desired. The small relief of his fingers pushing into you after not having been touched brought you a greater pleasure than it usually would've, your hips grinding against them with need.

"S-sir, please- please-" you moaned in desperation, craning your neck as you squeezed your eyes shut. He let you grind against his fingers, too busy watching you unravel at his touch to think of punishing you for doing so. The sound of your begging was just so beautiful.

"Please what, pretty? Come on, you can say it," he muttered, distracted by the beauty of you to make his words any sort of firm. His clothed bulge pressed against your sore ass, the imprint clear through his pants. You whimpered, grinding against him.

"P-please- please fuck me- please, I need it so bad- please, Sir!"

Hyunjin had to stop himself for cumming already once more, his fingers trembling as they exited your sopping cunt. He spun you around, finally letting you face him, enabling you to see the darkness of his eyes behind his glasses and him the tearful look on your face. Just how he liked it.

"Alright, my love."

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, the soft plumpness of them bringing you a sort of calm. You'd been unaware of how much you'd needed his affection after such a roughhousing, and now that you had it you felt reenergised.

He hummed into your mouth, parting his lips against yours in a slow, but hungry kiss. Even after all that had gone down, he couldn't help but bring the usual soft, hopeless romantic in him out; it was just in his nature.

His hand came up to loosen his tie even more as his tongue rolled languidly over yours, sucking gently on the vessel. Your hands moved to his chest, feeling him over the blazer. He'd even put on some sort of cologne, the scent clinging to the suit, and it filled your nostrils with its pleasant smell. It only made him all the more sexy.

He pulled away to tug the tie off of his head, his lips red and swollen from the kiss, making him all the more hypnotising to look at. He took the tie and put it over your head, wrapping the material around your neck and began to tighten it. The light restriction around your throat made you moan, eyes intensely looking into his to let him know just how much you enjoyed the friction.

He let out a growl, lips twitching at the corners of his mouth, tightening the tie a little more before tugging on the end of it. Your head moved closer to his then, the action sending a shiver down your spine and heat rushing to your core.

You glanced a look at his hard cock where it was begging for release beneath his pants, before his lips were on yours again, a little more desperate and no less hungry. You kissed him back with as much fervour, matching his pace, before lifting your leg up and letting your foot rub the outline of his cock over the smooth clothing.

He groaned loudly at the sudden contact, breaking away from your lips to look down at your foot rubbing over him, the image before him so lewd he could hardly take his eyes off of it. But he managed to gather himself, glaring at you while you blinked innocently, even with your foot over his cock. He grabbed you by the ankle.

He shook his head. "Bad. Bad pup."

He let your leg fall down before tugging on the tie hard enough to pull you forward and make your breath catch in your throat, his teeth finding your neck and biting down hard. You mewled, your hips grinding against his thigh in desperation, the mix of pain and pleasure driving you wild.

"Please..! Please I can't take it anymore-!" You whined, hands trembling as you clung to his blazer, longing for contact.

Even through his own desperation to feel your warmth wrapped around him he chuckled at your neediness, finding your whining adorable.

He let go of the tie for a moment to lift you onto the desk, his heart clenching slightly when you hissed at the soreness of your ass pressing against the wood. But he'd tend to that later. He pushed your skirt up and pulled down your panties all the way, shoving them into the pocket of his pants.

In one swift motion he had said pants pushed down to his ankles, revealing how he hadn't been wearing anything underneath this entire time. His admirable length stood tall and lean just like the rest of him, ready to be buried inside of your cunt. He stroked himself, pulling you towards the edge of the desk, towards him, crashing his lips to yours again. His desperation made it hard to remember to stay in character.

"Fuck, baby- I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me- God, you're so wet," he practically whimpered against your lips as he rubbed his length through your slick, wetting himself in you.

You couldn't stop yourself from looking down at the sight of it, watching as he slowly pushed into you with a groan. You moaned, finally feeling full as he pushed all the way in, your arms wrapping around his neck to support yourself. His hands trembled, wrapping his arms around you in a loving embrace before beginning to move his hips.

He moved with ease, sliding in and out of your soaked cunt like you were made for him, walls shaped to fit around him. He grunted with each thrust, his tip hitting the back of you due to the angle he had you in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, your head tilting back, body moving out of your control. You'd already cum just from this.

Hyunjin gathered enough senses to move his face away from where he'd buried it against your neck, hair falling in front of the glasses he wore, watching you fall apart.

"Ah- I can feel you squeezing me, baby. Ngh- cum for me, pretty. Cum for me..!"

His hand moved down, thumb rolling over your clit to bring you over the edge, and he was left in astonishment as pleasure washed over you, your body twitching under his. His lips parted in awe watching your body fall apart, seeing how your face scrunched up and hearing those sweet sounds leave your lips.

Your walls squeezing him tightly made it harder to hold back, but he managed, wrapping the tie around his hand to bring you closer to him again as he kept fucking into you, jaw clenched tight. You could barely open your eyes at first, but the strain against your throat forced you to focus on the present.

Your eyes met his again, taking in the sight of sweat beading down his face, his lips red and parted so beautifully you wished you could eat up every part of him. Just then you gained enough energy back to reach up, wrapping your hand around his throat as much as you were capable of doing, restricting his breathing just slightly.

He let out an almost pained whimper, unable to hold back the sound, hips stuttering. He glared at you even when pleasure threatened to make him spill inside of you, his hand leaving the tie to smack you across the face before tugging you close again.

"You little devil," he grunted, his hot breath fanning your face before he kissed you again, your moans mixing together. You could only manage a small smile against his lips before you were overwhelmed with pleasure again, feeling your second orgasm closing in as he kept fucking you against the desk.

You were both reduced to stuttering moans and heated, sloppy kisses, your highs closing in, bodies moving in sync like a perfect symphony.

"C-cum with me, Hyunjin..!" you choked out, your fingers tugging at the ends of his hair, knowing it would bring him closer. And it did. With a high-pitched moan his hips stuttered, the hot spurts of his cum filling you up as he came. You rubbed your middle finger over your clit desperately while watching him cum, the sight pushing you over the edge for a second time as you arched up against him.

The room was reduced to the sound of your heavy breathing, your sweaty bodies clinging to each other as you both came down from your intense highs.

Eventually you felt Hyunjin move, his hand coming up to stroke the back of your head, lips pressing against your hair. You hummed in pleasure, not wanting to move just yet. You could finally feel the overexertion on your body, the soreness that settled over your limbs.

He pulled back after a moment, taking in the ruined state of you. He looked like he might be amused at the sight, but a mild concern was clear on his face. "You okay? I wasn't... I wasn't too rough, right? You liked it?"

He wanted to make sure you had enjoyed the experience. That you had liked it as much as he had, because he most certainly had liked it. You shook your head and gave him a soft smile in reassurance, leaning into his touch when he brushed his thumb over your cheek affectionately.

"No, I definitely liked it," you said, nudging your nose against his. You couldn't help feeling a little clingy after such a rough session.

He let himself smile then, nodding his head and removing the glasses on his face to rub some of the sweat away. "Good... So we can do it again?"

The look on his face was almost comical, just as excited as he'd been when he had mentioned the idea of roleplaying in the first place. You laughed, resting your head against his shoulder.

"Yeah, we can do it again... although maybe not right now. I don't think I can even stand right now."

He looked down at you then, remembering the abuse he'd caused on your ass, and various other places... Well, he felt a little proud of himself. But he knew to care for you, too.

"Right... Come here."

He pulled out of you slowly before helping you stand, assessing the damage on your backside. He grimaced slightly, the skin already starting to bruise. But he didn't mention that just yet, instead loosening the tie around your throat and pulling it over your head. He almost aww-ed at the tired look on your face, kissing your forehead.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

[hyuneskkami]

𓂃﹙𝓟𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝓣𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 — PART2﹚─── ﹕☆ ៹ 𝓜𝐄𝐏 𝓔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . 合 ★

❛ 𝓢𝐘𝐍. ❜ the chronicles of idiot!martin 𝔁 idiot!student council vp!reader where he finally sees her letter and texts her back.

❛ 𝓦𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒+𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. ❜ second icon on the top of the fic is unedited btw 😹 i wonder if any of yall remember seeing it on mar 26 on his replies 😭 ⠀·⠀⠀poorly edited pictures (i tried to make it realistic and failed bru leave me alone) ⠀·⠀⠀swearing ⠀·⠀⠀ft. maki (&team), niki (enha), won&iroha (illit) ⠀·⠀⠀yayay 2nd and final part :p

❛ 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄. ❜ THIS MF 😂 i’m so sure this has actually happened to him at least once irl bro

❛ 𝓢𝐂. ❜ 25.

☆ part 1 part 2 !

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𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹

lee felix x fem!reader

» camboy!felix, inexperienced!reader, perv!felix, perv!reader [5.6k]

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.

contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › virgin!reader, camboy!felix, unprotected sex, oral (both rec) handjob, face sitting, slight corruption kink (kinda), readers a perv, tit play, mating press, teasing, multiple orgasms, voice kink, alot of pet names, aftercare barely proofread.

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an: camboy skz..... very much got the camboy skz bug from lovely the @channlust also thank u to @filmsbyun for the camboy name xx

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."

"Felix."

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• in the dark . ִֶָ་. 🌌 ་༘

⌗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 …

©️LUVYENI

[luvyeni]

• drunk in love . ִֶָ་. ་༘

⌗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.

“i love you too.”

©️LUVYENI

[fshionalien]

THAT GIRL. eom seonghyeon

💭. 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..)

©fshionalien.

[i-kai]

PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET ⊹ martin e.

— you and martin don’t feel the need to hide your relationship from the public, nor show it off. ( idol!martin x idol!reader, reader is in katseye )

james ver. ✶ juhoon ver. ✶ seonghyeon ver. ✶ keonho ver. ✶ cortis masterlist

note 𖦹 i made up martins sister here ik he has a sister irl but… this is my oc lalala

[hyunpic]

be nice to him, it’s his first day on the job