──── in which ︵ chan’s obsessed with one thing; hearing you moan his name. what starts slow and sweet quickly turns into rough, relentless pleasure as he pushes you through orgasm after orgasm just to hear those pretty sounds spill from your lips.
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your boyfriend, chan, loved hearing your sweet noises of pleasure. he would do anything to hear you moan his name in that breathy tone, all drunk on his cock no matter where you were. he didn’t mind how loud you got, it only brought him more pleasure. well, you weren’t usually that loud in bed, you knew you’d get a noise complaint if you let your voice out completely, but you can’t really keep quiet when all he does is try to make you moan even louder.
"o—h, chan,” you sighed shakily, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he slowly pushed inside. chan groaned lowly when he bottomed out, feeling your velvety walls pulse around his cock.
he leaned down and nuzzled in your neck, his hands caressing your sides as he started to move. "y’feel so good baby, so fuckin’ beautiful," he murmured against your neck, kissing and nipping on the skin there.
chan being chan, with his hyper fixation with your moans, groaned in pleasure when he heard you moan so delicately, but he didn't want you to moan softly—he wanted you to scream his name.
he wanted the whole neighborhood to know who was fucking you so good, who was making you feel so good. your eyes rolled back briefly when he started to pound into you, the tip of his cock mercilessly slamming into your cervix.
your eyes closed shut, eyebrows knitted together and back arching as profanities left your parted lips along with louder moans. chan relished in them. a shudder went down his spine when he heard you moan his name loudly when he hit a particularly spongy spot. he knew what he was hitting, he knew your body inside and out, after all.
"oh, did I find your sweet spot ma?" he cooed, tauntingly, before slamming hard into that spot again – purposely this time, making your back arch more, hands scrambling up to grip onto his forearms that held your hips in place on the bed. your whole body shuddered and trembled as he kept slamming precisely into your g-spot with a relentless pace, your moans nothing short of pornographic.
chan let out shaky low moans as he heard your sounds grow louder, his fingers working deftly on your puffy slippery clit, bringing you closer and closer to something earth-shattering.
your eyes teared up in pleasure, already so fucked to say anything except "harder" and "faster".
what could he do other than give you what you wanted? after all, he wanted it as much as your needy self.
the bedframe slammed against the wall in rhythm with his pounding, the bed creaking with each movement. your body rose up the bed with each thrust, making chan groan in annoyance. he wanted your body to stay still so he could fuck you harder just like you wanted, but with the way your body was bouncing it was near impossible, and so, he quickly thought of a solution.
you whined when he suddenly stopped and pulled out, "all fours, ass up, face down." he ordered, his voice breathless with unfulfilled desire and exertion. chan watched as you scrambled into position, presenting your backside to him, your face flush against the pillow.
he let out a low whistle, "fucking love this view," he gave your ass a sharp slap before grabbing the flesh there with one hand and your hip with the other. you moaned into the pillow when he filled you up again.
his thrusts were punishing, exactly what you wanted as he surged forward with renewed vigor. chan couldn’t help but notice the way the pillow silenced your screams of pleasure.
oh, he was having none of that.
his hand left your ass and tangled in your hair, wrapping your locks around his hand before tugging your head up. your moans immediately filled the room, making his whole body shudder. your moans were music to his ears.
"fu—ck, chan, cumming, o—h," you mewled, "m’gonna—gonna cu—m." he grunted in satisfaction when he heard your desperate – barely coherent – words.
"oh yeah? fuckin’ come on this big dick," one hand came down and around to draw quick circles on your swollen clit in time with his thrusts.
"c’mon ma, wanna feel you fucking suffocate my cock." his voice was a near growl as he worked you closer and closer.
your body shook and trembled when you reached your peak, pure unadulterated pleasure etched on your features as you moaned his name. he didn’t stop, he couldn’t, not when you were moaning his name like that. you gasped when he pushed you down fully, your front side now flush against the mattress as he started to pound into you.
this was it. this was the position.
chan moaned lowly in pleasure when he heard your loud gasping moans, the way your legs lifted whenever he went balls deep only spurred him on. he fucked you mercilessly, and you couldn’t move away, you were trapped between his body and the bed. his hand yanked your head back by your hair so he could hear all the sounds you were making without it being muffled by the bed or pillow.
"fucking love your sounds baby, your sweet fuckin’ moans, only for me." he moaned in your ear, causing shudders to ripple through your body.
you were fast approaching your second orgasm, the feeling of him going so deep and so fast was too much for you. his hand that was on your hair snaked around and wrapped itself around your throat. not quite cutting air supply, but enough pressure to have you gasping.
his free hand snaked under your body and strummed your bundle of nerves, the stimulation on your clit along with him repeatedly hitting your sweet spots deep inside you was your undoing. you let out high pitched keens and cries as you came again, your whole body shaking.
your pussy clenched around his cock rhythmically, all while pulling him in more. "f-fu—ck, your pussy’s fucking pulling me in, greedy girl," he groaned as he felt his release so close that he could practically taste it.
a few more brutal slams and chan let out a guttural moan when he finally felt the pressure in his lower abdomen snap, his hips jerking against your ass as he filled your welcoming cunt full with his seed.
his hand soon left your throat, his breathing ragged, matching yours as his body slumped on top of you, his cock still letting out little spurts of cum inside your quivering pussy, painting your walls white. he nuzzled his face in the side of your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried to control his breathing.
after a while, he finally pulled out, both of you moaning at how sensitive you’d become. and almost immediately after he pulled out, his cum trickled out of your well loved hole. chan couldn’t help himself, he just had to take a picture. he took his phone from the bedside table and nudged you gently, showing you his phone. "can I?" he asked and you nodded, chuckling in amusement, still breathless.
he sighed in contentment after taking the photos and plopping down next to you, pulling you closer by your waist and nuzzling his face in your hair. "i love you," he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his hands caressed your body, worshipping every inch as you two lay there on his bed, relishing in the afterglow and love.
sypnosis: pathetic hyunjin is craving for some attention to cool him off, are you willing to help him out in a summer hot day like this?
+18 MDNI, helpless hyunjin, dry humping, sensory play, dirty talk lol it is so hot wc: 1.7k
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You wish you could name a more pleasurable and beautiful scenery then Hyunjin sprawled out under you on the comfort of the vacation bed, whimpering and tossing around in agony from his painful sunburn he had gotten from the sun for being out all day without SPF.
But you really can’t, because when you look down at his red, sweaty and sticky skin you can’t think about anything else other than his whines and guttural moans into the pillow as he tries his best not to let his body touch the sheets too much. The bridge of his nose is glowing in a pinkish-redish color, his long hair pushes away from his face as beads of sweat roll down his temple while his eyes are closed shut. You’d just gotten back from the shopping spree you had with your vacationing friends, finding your boyfriend lying dead in your shared bed like he had been murdered. The shirt of his is long forgotten, somewhere laying behind you around the dresser, his swimming trunks loosely hanging on his hips like he didn’t have any more power left to take them off.
“Baby?” You call out, finally slowly approaching your boyfriend after standing in the doorway for the last 10 minutes. The bag on your shoulder slides off to the ground with a soft thud and you take a seat on the bed, next to Hyunjin’s leg. He picks his head up slightly, his eyes narrowed from the tiredness and he whines once again.
“Don’t even look at me. I look like a giant tomato.” He grunts, his voice raspy and tired, the back of his hand covering his eyes as he tries to hide from you. You chuckle and caress his leg, kicking your shoes off in the process.
“Aww, did you get sunburnt?” You tease him, ever so slightly scraping his thigh as he squirms under your touch. “Hey,” he cuts you off, pulling his leg away from your hand. “not cool, you know how fast I can get burnt.”
You choke back a smile and let out a sigh. “I mean…you look so pretty like this. All red and helpless. Laying in the darkness of our room~”
“I told you it’s not funny!” He turns around to hide from you, laying on his stomach as he groans into the pillow once again as you can’t help but chuckle. Now as his back is on display, you can clearly see the faint lines decorating his back from the sheets pressing against him, his red skin scorching hot when you touch it. “If you find it so hilarious, can’t you at least help me to cool it off?” Hyunjin mumbles into the material, his arms flexing next to his head as he grips the sheets harder. You caress his back slightly, tilting your head to the side as you admire his goosebumps rising on it. “Sure. With what though?” You reply shortly after you leave his skin alone.
“There’s some aloe vera in the bathroom, I just couldn’t get up and get it. Can you please apply it on my back?”
The tone in his voice that gets you, really. The way he worded please just got your stomach flip upside down. The way he lifted himself up by his arms to sit in front of you had your head spinning. When all he was able to do was to let out sighs after sighs when you put the cool gel on his sensitive, hot skin. If pain was pleasure, this was heaven. At least for you, but not short after you started pressing kisses on his nape before applying the gel, Hyunjin started to get even more nervous and fidgety.
“Everything alright?” You whisper, your hand now working its way to his torso. He jumps slightly at the sudden temperature change, clearing his throat slightly. “Poor baby, you’re so sensitive,” you add, hands working the gel into his skin letting your nails scrape him from time to time as you speak. “how can you be so forgetful sometimes?” The moment those words hit his ears he knew he was gone for. That tone reminded him of so many things he felt his cock harden in his trunks, his heart slowly picking up the pace and his hands now more sweatier than they were before. He swallows and straightens up, one of his hands once again gripping the sheets. “I-I’m sorry, I totally forgot today..” He stutters but quickly covers it with a cough, feeling your hand teasing at his sides now. “I guess, you not being here….clearly messed with my head.” He adds on, biting his lips to keep his subtle moans back.
Hyunjin can hear you let out a sigh, feeling your breath hitting his bare back. “Good thing I’m here now, right?” You press a feather-like kiss under his ear, making him shiver against you. Before he could even answer, you gently turn and push by his shoulders so now he’s laying under you on his back,sitting comfortably directly on his crotch as the sundress you are wearing keeps little to nothing to the eye. The sudden position visibly throws him off as his breath hitches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle here.”
And as you make that promise you let the cooling gel pour right onto his skin, his body immediately jumping at the coldness and his hands instinctively grip at your waist. He groans when he feels your core pressing against his hard-on, his hips helplessly grinding up into you like his own body is not aching from a different pain. “Shit, baby -” A small moan escapes him, his now bloodshot eyes following your every move against him.
“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.”
You smear the slimy gel all over his stomach and chest, slowly massaging it into his skin, slowing down your movements especially around his chest area just to see the reaction screaming off of his face as you mercilessly tease his sensitive nipples. “I’m - fuck - baby w-what are you - ?” Hyunjin moans shamelessly, now his fully erected cock thrusting up into you from all the squirming and turning he’s doing under your touch. “I told you I would take care of you, didn’t I?” You repeat the same motion, now your fingers shamelessly circling his nipples. “Are they sensitive too?” The purr of your voice nearly brings him over the edge, his knuckles almost white as he grips your hips harder, pressing your own body down against him.
Hyunjin choked on his own spit, mumbling under his breath. “D-don’t tease me….please, baby.”
You knew exactly how fucking crazy you were driving him, practically feeling his precum oozing out of his tip as he grinded against you harder and harder. His breathing picked up the faster as you moved against him, rocking hips and circling hands moving together as all he could do was to moan and whimper under you.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck - fuuck,” he mumbled when your hands sled down further towards his trunks, now gripping the material to let his fully erected cock hitting the room’s cold air. “Nononono, please not there I-” His helpless pleas go right through you.
“Shh, don’t you want my help baby? To make the pain go away? To make it all better?” Effortlessly, you lean down and press kisses on his chest, on his collarbones, and on his jaw as your hand wraps around his length. You let out a groan as you feel his girth between your hand, his prominent veins immediately throbbing with need as you continue kissing him. You smear remaining gel on your hands onto his cock, swifting your hand up and down in an agonizingly slow pace. “I swear I’ll make it all better~”
It's like his own body disobeys him, he tries and tries to keep his voice back as much as he can, keeping his hips in place to not cum too fast but then there you are - alluring voice and hands working wonders on him as you bring him closer to his release. “I-I don’t think I can hold much longer -” He whimpers, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration.
His hands cover too much at once, but nothing at the same time, his fingers finding the edge of your dress to pull it over your head just to see your naked body on top of him. “Fuck, no bra?” He questions, his hands cupping your breasts before you could even answer. The breathy moan hits his ears at the same time your clothed pussy grinds down onto his lubed up cock, his sensitive pink tip flushed against his wet stomach.
“Nghn- baby ~” You moan, the mutual pleasure now getting to your body too as it’s his turn to massage your nipples. All you can see, feel, and hear is him. Him him him. It’s so raw, looking down you see his tip oozing from his precum right onto his wet stomach as you drag your clothed pussy along his shaft, his muscles flexing while trying to keep you on top of him. And oh, his beautiful face shining in pure pain from dragging his climax out so far and his skin feeling everything at once. At every move or breath he feels his skin tighten on him, your hips rubbing together with his as you chase your own release along with him. It hits him all too deep and together - your voice and moans twisting in his stomach when he feels you cum untouched - your panties soaked from all the liquids mixing together. Hyunjin can’t help but whine at this point, feeling his climax approaching incredibly fast as you throw and toss your head in pleasure.
“That’s it pretty…” he pants, his pubic bone pressing against where you are aching just as the same as him. “take it, take all of me, baby.”
You loved how sensual it was, going perfectly along with his burning body in the cool set room so he can cool off, - but instead here he finds you moaning his name as you both reach your climax together. Hot white ropes of cum paint your panties and his stomach, his hands now gripping your back and the nape of your neck to bring you down for a deep kiss, moaning into each other's mouth while running out of breath.
Here you lay with your forgetful boyfriend, sticky and hot skin pressing together under the AC, while you still try to calm and cool his burnt skin off in desperation continuously all night.
It doesn’t matter how, just somehow :)
a/n: no words. just sending this to my bestie @arunainluv happy nameday
important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.
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Summary: You’re in Paris with your boyfriend for the first time for one of his fashion events. You’ve been so overwhelmed with everything, that you decided to stay in your hotel room. While scrolling social media and seeing all the hot photos of your man, you decide a little ‘self-care’ time is in order. But you just can’t cum, so you call your boyfriend for help.
Pairings: established idol!Hyunjin x fem!Reader; Bang Chan x fem!Reader; Chan x fem!Reader x Hyunjin
Warnings: oral sex (All receiving), unprotected piv, overstimulation (fem receiving), multiple orgasms (all), anal sex mention (m receiving), sex pictures and videos (not shown, just described), brief discussion of rope bondage, cum eating and swapping, pet names (baby and sweet girl mostly)
WC: 4k
A/N: I know Hyunjin wasn’t at fashion week for Dior and that Fendi is Italian so why would Chan be in Paris, but I don’t care. Logic has very little place here, it’s just an excuse to write Red Lights duo, hotel smut. Also, if anyone has any recommendations for other Hyunchan x reader fics, please drop the link for me.
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“Baby, can you leave?” you huffed into the phone.
“Not yet. What’s wrong, sweet girl?”
“Pent up, can’t cum. I keep getting close but….” You trailed off with a whine, fingers moving frantically.
“Oh, my poor baby,” he teased, though you could hear his desire. “I can’t get out of here yet though. Contract…. Baby, do you trust me?”
“Course I do.”
“Good girl. I’m gonna make a call, you wait right there.” You let your phone drop as he hung up.
You really hoped he was calling someone to get out of his contracted time. You’d come with him to Paris for fashion week and the associated events like tonight’s. You didn’t really care what you were doing, just that you got to spend more time with your man and that he looked so good while you were together. You’d even been dressed in Dior for yesterday’s event. But tonight you’d been people’d out, not wanting to attend another party with more people you didn’t know. He’d understood and so you’d stayed behind in the hotel room while he went downstairs to the event space in the hotel where tonight’s festivities were happening. But then pictures of him had begun appearing online from tonight’s event and well, you just couldn’t help yourself.
The problem was, now you couldn’t actually get off. You’d been teetering at the edge of an orgasm for a stupidly long time, too frustrated to actually give up knowing you were too edgy to get any rest. If you’d brought one of your vibrators this wouldn’t have been an issue, but it’s not like you thought you were going to need one.
Then the door to your hotel room opened. Hopeful, you leaned up, but it was Chan with his phone in hand. In your current state, you’d forgotten he was also in Paris for similar reasons. You scrambled for the blanket when Hyunjin’s voice rang out from Chan’s phone.
“Don’t baby. He’s here to help.”
“Hyune?”
“It’s me.” Chan turned his phone so you could see your boyfriend on video call. “You’ll let Channie help you out, right?” It was something the two of you had talked about many times – bringing Chan into your bedroom. You’d just always kinda assumed Hyunjin would be in the room too. But one look at Chan – blown pupils, color rising in his cheeks, cock already tenting his sweatpants – and you couldn’t stop the whine that tore out of you. “That’s it, sweet girl.”
The pride in Hyunjin’s voice had you clenching around nothing as Chan moved closer, fingers trailing from your ankle, to your inner thigh. He set his phone against the lamp on the bedside table, making sure the camera was facing the two of you and that you could see Hyunjin.
“Okay?” he asked softly, both men chuckling as you nodded frantically. Chan lifted your soaked fingers in his left hand to suck them clean while the fingers of his right moved swiftly to replace yours. You cried out at his touch – fingers thicker than your boyfriend’s, touch slightly hesitant. “Beautiful,” he grinned after taking your fingers out of his mouth and pressing your hand to his chest.
“Just wait until she cums. She’s gorgeous.” You could feel that elusive edge getting closer while Chan hovered over you, fingers reaching deeper than you could on your own, thrusts steadier and more powerful than your own. He added his thumb against your clit and – finally – you broke, fingers twisting in his tank top, back arching, cunt clenching as you finally tumbled over that edge. “Good girl,” Hyune praised from the phone. “Look at you, sweetheart. So good for Channie, hm?”
You sagged against the bed as Chan’s fingers slowed and he gently pulled out of you. “Gorgeous,” he said with a dimpled grin.
“Baby?”
“Hm?” you turned to Chan’s phone and your boyfriend’s face.
“I think it’s only fair since Channie helped you get off that you help him too, huh? That you let him use that pretty body to get off.”
“Would you like that, Hyune? Like the idea of one of your best friend using me while you’re stuck at your boring fashion party? Pounding in my cunt? Would you like it if I let him cum inside me?” He groaned, head dropping forward. You chuckled, “Okay, baby. You have fun.” You reached over and hung up the video call before he could respond.
Then Chan was on you. He leaned over you, a hand on either side of your head, caging you against your hotel bed. “You sure?” he asked, voice soft.
“Absolutely,” you said with a grin, reaching forward to smooth your hands up under his black tank top.
You and Hyunjin had talked about it many times, usually when he was balls deep inside you, wondering how Chan would fuck either or both of you. You were a little well, not quite disappointed but close enough, that you were going to learn that answer without Hyunjin. Not that that was enough to stop you.
The tank top was off and thrown somewhere in the room, then Chan was sliding a hand around the back of your head, hauling you up, and kissing you like he had a right to claim you. You clutched at his shoulders, giving yourself over to him, desperate despite your recent orgasm.
While his lips trailed down your neck, your hands trailed down his chest, lightly scratching just to feel him hiss against your skin. Bracing a hand on his chest, you pushed just a little and he immediately backed off. Which sent twin bolts of lust and affection through you. You didn’t give him a chance to ask what was wrong before you were scrambling off the bed, kneeling between it and him.
He groaned above you, one hand dropping to the top of your head before sliding into your hair. His sweatpants came off quickly, the band catching just slightly on his hard cock, before you had them pushed to his ankles. The lack of any kind of underwear didn’t surprise you.
He wasn’t as long as Hyunjin, but was definitely thicker. You couldn’t wait to taste him. You opened your mouth wide as his free hand came down and wrapped around the base of his cock. He groaned lightly, seeing the almost-desperate way you were looking up at him with your tongue lolled out, not-actually-patiently waiting for him. He tapped the head of the cock against your tongue a couple times, teasing you with the barest taste of him, before slowly sliding into your waiting mouth. He hesitated when you gagged a little as his head scraped against the roof of your mouth, but you just relaxed further onto your heels, breathing slowly through your nose as you worked to calm your gag reflex.
“Goddamn, baby,” Chan huffed out, holding still for a few seconds once your nose was pressed against his pelvis. Carefully, trying not to trigger your gag reflex again, Chan pulled out of your mouth and built to a steady, easy rhythm. His now free hand came down to cup your jaw, both hands holding your head steady as he used your mouth. You relaxed fully and let him, more turned on than you’d ever be able to express as this man who wasn’t your boyfriend used you so perfectly, your moans muffled by his cock.
Unexpectedly, he stopped moving, balls pressed against your chin and leaned to the side, pushing you back slightly as he did, before straightening you both up with his phone in his hand. “Hyune deserves to see how pretty you look, don’t you think?” You couldn’t actually answer with his cock buried in your throat, but he must’ve seen your agreement in your eyes because he snapped a photo and, presumably, sent it to your boyfriend.
You knew he took a few more photos and sent them, but couldn’t be bothered to care. Besides, Hyunjin took photos of the two of you all the time, and you knew he’d love these ones from Chan – eyes teary, face reddening a little, Chan’s hand buried in your hair.
You could feel Chan getting closer in the way he twitched in your mouth and in the way his thrusts started to lose rhythm. You hollowed your cheeks, pressing your tongue tight against the underside of his cock, moaning around him when his grip on your hair tightened.
With no warning, he yanked out of your mouth and stroked himself over you once – twice – and spilled all over your tits with a moan. Your chest heaved as you worked to catch your breath and he took a short video clip. He hauled you up onto his lap as he dropped onto the hotel bed and you watched the text he sent your boyfriend. Thought she’d look amazing covered in my cum. I was right.
You chuckled breathlessly, tucking yourself against his chest, head on his shoulder. You were caught between relaxing and wanting more – still incredibly turned on but Chan’s fingers were rubbing soothing circles against your low back. You almost didn’t care which he decided on.
Then he gripped your thighs and tossed you back onto the bed, swiftly moving to hover over you. “Think he’d mind if I mark you up a little?” he asked, voice low, nose trailing up the side of your neck near your ear.
“Please,” you demanded, threading your fingers into the hair on the back of his head and hooking one foot behind his thigh. He chuckled low, breath hot against your neck. He pressed wet, open mouthed kisses down the line of your throat before stopping where your neck and shoulder met and sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh there. He echoed your moan before continuing down your body, leaving a haphazard trail of love bites as he went.
You hadn’t been paying attention to his phone until you saw him holding it up and snapping a quick picture of the marks he’d left behind. Then he settled himself between your thighs, dropping the phone beside you and hooking your thighs over his shoulders.
“Fuck,” you groaned out, hand shooting back to his hair as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your core. You felt him chuckle against you. You scrambled for the phone, managing to snap a picture of Chan looking up at you as he licked a stripe over you. He paused just long enough for you to send it before diving in, eating you out with a single-minded focus, phone dropped and completely forgotten.
His lips and tongue were confident, but exploratory. Teasing licks to see what you respond to, mouth covering as much of your cunt as he physically could just to see the way you arched into his touch. You crossed your ankles behind his back, his fingers digging into your upper thighs, and gave yourself over to the feeling of his mouth and tongue.
The tip of his tongue flicked over your clit, then he shifted so he could fuck his tongue into you while his nose rubbed against your clit. He turned his head slightly and bit your upper thigh gently, sucking another bruise against your skin, then turned back and sucked your clit into mouth.
He kept going, giving you just enough to build you up, only to change it up when he decided you were getting to close to another orgasm. At the same time, he seemed to be fueled by every little sound he pulled from you. You could feel his muscles bunching in his back with each moan or whine.
“Tease,” you whined out finally, digging your heels into his back.
He chuckled against you. “Can’t help it. Sound so pretty for me. Like to take you to the recording studio and use your sounds in our next track. Think he’d let me?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer, sucking your clit back into his mouth and pressing his tongue against the sensitive little nub.
Your fingers tightened in his hair, gripping hard enough to have him moaning against you as he finally fully focused on making you cum, tongue flicking over your clit and building you higher and higher until finally you crested over that edge, whining out his name and squeezing your thighs around his head.
Chan didn’t give you time to get your breath back. He practically shot up from between your thighs, claiming your lips in a rough kiss, while hooking one of your legs over his hip. You felt his hand not on your thigh moving around, but were too busy fighting for some semblance of your own sanity to figure out what he was doing. Then, just as quickly, he pulled away, leaving you more breathless than you’d been.
He grinned at you, that sweet, dimple grin that was completely at odds with the current situation and the things he’d just done to your body. And you saw that he once again held his phone. He hitched your leg a little better on his hip, forcing you to tilt your hips, until he was lined up perfectly. Camera focused on, you assumed, your pussy, he slid into you nice and slow, making sure you felt every inch of him stretching you out. You moaned, head arching back, hearing his echoed moan.
Pausing to let you adjust, he sent whatever photo or video he just took, and tossed the phone beside you again.
“Look at you,” he muttered, voice soft and almost sweet as he rubbed a hand over your hip. “Stretched out and taking my cock so well, aren’t you baby?” You moaned at the praise, digging your heel into his thigh. “Oh, are you ready, hm?” he teased, though you could see by the look in his eyes that his own control was fraying. So rather than respond verbally, you rolled your hips against him. “Fuck,” he moaned, head dropping forward for just a second.
Then he grabbed you by the thighs, keeping your legs spread wide, pulled out steadily and slammed back in. He built a steady rhythm, eyes wandering from your face contorted in pleasure with your mouth hanging open with every little pleasure-filled sound being pulled from your lungs, your tits and the love bites scattered over your neck and chest, to the place where the two of you were joined.
One hand twisted into the sheets beside you, you reached up for him and were more than pleased when he immediately leaned down, claiming your lips in a sloppy kiss. You grinned internally at the moan against your lips when you tangled your fingers back into his hair and tugged.
“Christ, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered against your lips, before pulling away and planting his hands on either side of your waist. Again, you pressed your heel to the back of his thigh. “I am not a horse,” he huffed out, though he did quickly get back to the pace he’d had before kissing you, hips snapping into yours.
It took you a second, but then you responded, “But you’d look so pretty with me riding you.”
“Oh god,” his head dropped back with a moan, just as you heard the hotel door open.
“They let you go,” you huffed out, gaze locked on your boyfriend as he stepped fully into the room. Chan startled slightly. He hadn’t heard the other man come in and didn’t have your view to see him.
“Apparently, I looked ‘rough’,” he said with finger quotes as he tugged at his expensive clothes. “Probably something to do with every new notification I got.” The words may have been meant to scold, but the tone and look in his eyes was desperation.
Chan shifted onto his heels, gripping your hips and pulling you into his lap so your back arched further. “Perfect. God, look at you pretty girl.” You moaned in response, his cock hitting deeper now as he fucked up into you.
“Yeah you are,” Hyunjin stepped up behind him. “You look so good taking Channie’s cock, baby girl.” He reached down, thumb flicking over your clit just enough to have your hips bucking, before sliding up your belly. “And his text was so right. Your tits look so good covered in his cum.” You grin dissolved into a moan as Hyunjin pinched at your nipples, completely uncaring about the cum now on his fingers. Or – you groaned as you watched him lift his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, a sounded echoed by Chan.
Hyunjin stepped up to the side of the bed and, without needing a word, you opened your mouth, tongue lolling out over your teeth. “Good girl,” he grinned down at you, hand slipping under the back of your head to hold you the way he wanted as he slid his head against your tongue, groaning at the feeling before sinking into your mouth. You took as much of him as you possibly could in the position you were in. Not that you had much choice with your boyfriend holding your head securely and Chan still holding your hips in his lap as he pounded into you.
You reveled in it, loving to give up control to two men you trusted so much. You groaned low, eyes rolling back as they built a rhythm together, alternating their thrusts.
Then Chan shifted and you tried to peer down your body at him. You couldn’t really see him with the way Hyunjin had your head shifted, but you didn’t need to as, a few seconds after he wrapped your legs around his waist, he was leaning over you. He pressed his lips to your bottom lip, but it wasn’t a kiss he was after – not really. It was difficult to describe, like he was trying to kiss you and lick Hyunjin’s cock at the same time. You didn’t care, especially not with the low whine his actions elicited from your boyfriend, so you stopped trying to keep track of what he was doing.
You could tell Hyunjin was edging himself, could tell he was actively trying not to cum just yet. And you could figure the reason why. You knew how much he loved both edging himself and waiting until you came before he did. His free hand slid down your chest, fingers rolling your nipple between them before tugging it lightly and pulling a high pitched whine from you that the two of them could just hear, despite your mouth being thoroughly occupied.
You knew how long he’d been hard, knew he needed a release that you and Chan had both already gotten, and – perhaps most importantly – knew exactly what to do to push him over the edge. You looked up, seeking his eyes to find them already on yours. Then you moved your tongue, letting your teeth scrap over the side of his cock when he pulled out. With a sound that was half-whimper, half-groan, his hand tightened in your hair, eyes going glassy, as his cock twitched and flooded your mouth.
The second he pulled away, before you could swallow it all, Chan’s tongue was in your mouth, lips sealed over yours. Fingers were on your clit – Hyunjin’s you had to assume – and you lost the ability to track anything for just a moment as your back arched and your orgasm washed through you.
“Fuck,” Chan moaned against your jaw, hips still pistoning into you. “Feel so good when you cum ‘round me.”
Hyunjin’s fingers hadn’t left your clit, still rubbing the sensitive little nub and chuckling when your thighs started to twitch around Chan’s hips.
“Hyune, too much,” you whined through the overstimulation.
“Mm, feels incredible,” Chan countered, sliding one hand under your low back to hold you still arched and planting the other hand on the mattress beside you to prop himself up. Hyunjin’s fingers stayed on your clit, pushing you deeper into the overstimulation, until Chan’s hips stopped, pressing as deep into your cunt as he physically could, twitching violently as he came hard.
He collapsed beside you after only a moment, taking one of your legs with him and leaving you spread wide, as if open for your boyfriend’s inspection. Which is exactly what it felt like when Hyunjin took his place between your legs. He had his own phone in hand – and when had he had time to get that? – and was taking a video of his fingers teasing through your cum-soaked cunt.
“Look at you, sweet girl,” he muttered in that voice that always had you whimpering – the one that said he was not going to hold back from wrecking you even though you were already ruined for the night. “All messy with another man’s cum,” his fingers just barely dipped inside you and you were left to wonder why you already felt so wrecked when the two of you had gone for hours together many times before. Maybe it was the unintentional edging from earlier. “Look so pretty all used by Channie. But I bet you’ve got another in you for me, don’t you sweetheart?”
You nodded, despite the way your whole body felt like pudding and were rewarded with his blinding smile before he leaned down and captured your lips with his. Just as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you felt his cock press into you. You fought to close your legs around him, but Chan still had one of your legs in his grip, holding you open.
You started to care, almost said something when Hyunjin moved away from your lips. But then he noticed and groaned, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Look at you, sweet girl. Held open for me. Didn’t even need to bring ropes, did we?”
Beside you, Chan moaned, grip tightening on your thigh. “Ropes?” he leaned in, nose ghosting over your neck. “You let him tie you up?” You could only nod, trying and failing to get words out around the constant moans Hyunjin was pulling from you. “Fuck, I gotta see that.”
“Painted her before.” Hyunjin huffed out. “Pics too.”
Chan moaned against your neck where he’d started peppering kisses along your sweaty skin. “’Course you have. Know how much you like seeing her….” He trailed off, sucking a new bruise just under your collar bone.
“Look so pretty covered in Channie’s marks, baby. Gonna make him leave new ones when we get home so I can paint ‘em.” That pulled matching moans from you and Chan. You knew – had known the whole time – that this wouldn’t be just a one-time thing. But now Chan was sure of it too.
Despite the fact that he’d just cum, you could see the effect talking about your sex lives was having on Hyunjin. You could see how close to that edge he was getting already, could feel it in the almost-desperate way his thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles to make sure you came first. And it was more evident when he looked away from you, tipping his head back.
You took the opportunity and grabbed Chan’s arm. “Hm?”
With your free hand, you tapped the front of your own neck and gestured to Hyunjin so he wouldn’t hear you. Chan, thankfully, caught on immediately. He scrambled up behind your boyfriend, peering down at you over his shoulder as he wrapped his fingers around the front of his neck.
Hyunjin’s eyes widened almost comically wide as his orgasm surprised him and he leaned unintentionally into Chan’s hold around his neck and pressed his thumb hard against your clit, pushing you over the edge too.
When you came back to yourself, they were laying on either side of you, both breathing hard. You didn’t have the energy to move, so you didn’t despite the desire to curl into one of them.
“Next time,” Chan huffed out from beside you, “I’m fucking you too,” he reached across you to grip Hyunjin’s hip.
pairing: bangchan x f!reader genre: smut, drabble (minors dni) word count: 648 warnings: determined bangchan, bangchan talks you through it if you look closely while walking a mile in louboutins, first time squirting, mating press, creampie (please. do. not. do. it. PLEASE), dom!bangchan in a way, breath play in a way as well????, bangchan burying his face in your tits, lmk if i missed any hehe author’s note: ifinallywrotesomethingpleasedon’tcomeformeifitskindatrash
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chan had you laying down, legs pressed down on either side of your head, and a pillow strategically placed under your lower back. whimpers and whines falling from your saliva slicked lips right onto his, sharing the same oxygen as if you both needed it to survive. he is not too far behind you though, letting out soft groans and low moans. you two have been going at it for a good hour, however, that was all his plan and not yours.
your sweet boyfriend had learned that you have never squirted before. your past partners couldn’t get the job done and quite frankly you couldn’t either. you have tried before but grew frustrated at the anticlimactic outcome, quite literally. you had decided that you just were one of the few people who weren’t able to do it. chan on the other hand, knew you could and was determined to get you to that point.
your legs trembled beneath his rough grip, overstimulation making its presence known with every orgasm chan provides you. “c-chan… i can’t- fuck! i can’t t-take anymore” you managed to say. “yes you can, baby. need to get you all nice and overstimulated so you can squirt” chan replies, his voice dripping with desire and excitement as he proceeds to plow into your divine cunt. you’ve been down this road many times before and you already know the outcome, you shake your head at his words, “i c-can’t, chan” you respond in a defeated tone. “yes. you. can.” chan replies rather roughly, changing the angle of thrust slightly and continuing his punishing pace.
a gasp was ripped out from your throat as the mushroom tip of his cock rams your sweet spot repeatedly. your whimpers start to get louder and higher in pitch as you feel another orgasm approaching rapidly. “there it is, baby. that’s the spot i was looking for” he spoke softly, biting your bottom lip gently afterwards. as your orgasm nears, you notice the sudden feeling of needing to pee. panic settles in and you try pushing your boyfriend away from you. “c-chan, please stop. i f-feel like i’m g-gonna pee” your voice laced with embarrassment as you try to get him off of you. chan’s eyes light up at your sudden announcement, “that’s it, baby. that’s the sign you’re almost there. you’re gonna squirt. start pushing, push for me” he encourages while placing his hand on your lower abdomen and starts pushing down slightly. he makes sure to keep the same pace and intensity, not wanting to ruin this amazing experience for you.
after a few more thrust, a gush of liquid came out of you. drenching chan’s abdomen and the sheets below you. you let out a pained moan as you squirted, the sensation being too good for your own sake. “fuck, yeah. just like that, keep it coming. i know you got some more in you. fuck… such a sight to see” chan rambles on as you finish squirting, unable to peel his eyes away fromyour sopping pussy. he then came unexpectedly, too lost on the beautiful view in front of him to notice he was close. he growled as he emptied himself inside your warm cunt, burying his face between your gorgeous tits. “i love you so much, my pretty girl. i knew you could do it” he whispers, panting against your skin. you giggle at his words, panting along with him as well. “i love you too, channie. thank you for proving me wrong” you whisper back. your hands soon find their way to his hair, raking your fingers through his locks, trying your best to help calm him down. his hands find your waist, fingers caressing the soft skin, imitating your actions, trying to call you down as well. “let’s do that again, yeah?” he suggests, still out of breath making you laugh at his eagerness.
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…
summary: the rumours about you and minho have been around for a while, you never confirmed them and he never denied them. all it takes is one livestream together for everyone watching to realise the rumours were true and to leave them wanting more
live: unfiltered series
this fic is the second part of this one however it could be read as a standalone (this is the only exception of the event)
“okay, you ready?”
a few weeks and dates and livestreams and some more dates had led to this - your first livestream together. you’re sitting on minho’s lap, your back pressed against his chest and his cock pressing against your ass, both of you completely naked and ready to start.
you nod your head, trying to appear calm, but you can feel your pulse hammering inside your chest. minho kisses the curve of your shoulder and then leans to tap the button on the screen, finally starting the livestream. the camera only catches your bodies from your necks down, filling the frame with your breasts, your stomach and the sight of your thighs on top of his thick ones.
as soon as you’re on, the chat explodes.
user69: holy shit it’s them
aussielord: fuck this is gonna be insane
cumslut: i knew those rumours of them being together were true
the donations start rolling in before either of you even moves and the number of viewers climbs fast.
“looks like everyone’s been waiting for this, huh?”, minho says, “well, the good news is that we’re about to give you exactly what you want”
his hand starts moving then, his fingers going from the base of your throat down between your breasts, pausing there to brush each nipple until they are so hard it almost hurts you. he continues moving his hand lower before it settles at your waist, his touch possessive but guiding at the same time.
he moves his hand between your thighs and then spreads his legs a bit beneath you, forcing yours apart with the help of his hand, until each of your knees hooks over his thighs. your cunt opens completely to the camera, your slick folds glistening and your clit already swollen and begging to be touched.
dirtypup: fuck look how wet she is already
maknaeontop: spread her legs more
edgequeen: i wanna be her pls
“see how they’re watching you? how they can tell you’re dripping for me?”, minho says as he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear, his fingers moving to trace your lower lips without pushing inside yet, “they’ve been dying to see your pussy up close again. and now it’s here, spread open on my lap”
you move instinctively, your hips rolling to chase his touch, your ass grinding back against his cock and he groans softly.
“i- i-”, you say as a moan escapes your lips.
“shhh, no, no. easy there”, he says, his voice dropping into that commanding tone he uses during his livestreams, “i decide when you get more, kitten”
he moves two of his fingers and finally parts your folds, circling your entrance before he sinks both of his fingers inside you. he starts curling them inside you as his thumb focuses on your clit, circling it with his thrusts.
“that’s it”, he says against your ear but loud enough for the stream, “take my fingers like the good girl you are. let everyone see how tight you are, how you’re soaking my hand”
your head falls back against his shoulders and your hips start moving again, rocking down onto his fingers. the camera shows everything - the way your cunt stretches around his fingers, how your juices coat his skin, how you’re dripping down onto his thighs, how your clit is throbbing visibly under his thumb.
“i- m-more… i need more”, you manage to say, your voice breaking with another moan.
quokkjone: the princess wants more, add another finger
minho hums and then obliges without hesitation, adding another finger inside you, the stretch burning you but your cunt clenching so hard around it you’re sure you’re gonna come any minute now.
“o-oh, god, i-i need more”, you say, your hips never stopping, chasing the friction, anything he would give you.
“fuck, listen to that”, he says, his voice rough with desire, “so wet for me. i’m sure you can all hear the sounds her pussy is making while i fuck her with my fingers”, he says to the people watching you, and you’re so lost in your own pleasure you almost don’t hear him.
your thighs tremble over his and your orgasm starts growing faster and faster. your hands move to his thighs for leverage as you try to ride his fingers more. his free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand continues working between your legs.
“you’re close already, aren’t you, kitten?”, he asks you now, his voice low and knowing, “i can feel you squeezing my fingers. you’re gonna soak my hand, aren’t you?”
you nod frantically, too lost in everything he’s doing to form words. your walls keep clenching around his fingers, your orgasm building, about to break, but then, he stops. his fingers still completely inside you, buried to the knuckles but not moving anymore. your desperate whines fill your room, your hips bucking uselessly in a helpless attempt against his frozen hand.
“no, p-please, no. why? what did-”, you say, turning your head towards him but he kisses you quickly, making you stop, his tongue sliding past your lips to swallow every broken sound you make.
“shh, no, not yet, kitten”, he murmurs against your mouth, his voice low and firm against your lips, “you don’t come until i say so”
he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, dragging them out of you. your thighs tremble over his as he shifts beneath you, his hands gripping your waist and turning you around on his lap until your back faces the camera, your ass and the mess between your legs fully exposed to the people watching you now.
you press your breasts against his chest and now his cock is between your bodies, its tip glistening with precum and fully on display for the viewers. minho’s hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he leans in to speak against your ear again.
“didn’t you say you wanted to ride and soak my thighs? come on, kitten, do it now”
his words send another rush of heat through you, and you feel yourself dripping again. you shift forward obediently, you’re sure you would do anything he told you to do at this point. you straddle one of his thick and muscled thighs and then lower yourself until your dripping cunt meets his skin.
“f-fuck”, you gasp, throbbing your head back at the contact.
your folds part around the muscle there and your clit drags along his leg as you begin to rock your hips. each grind leaves a shiny trail of your arousal smeared across his thigh, the wet sounds growing louder with every pass. your breasts press against his chest, your nipples brushing against his skin with every movement.
minho’s cock stands rigid between you, twitching visibly on camera as you ride his thigh. your hand reaches down to wrap around it, your fingers curling around the tip, but his hand catches your wrist before you can do anything else.
“no”, he says, “i’ll do that. you focus on making a mess on my leg”
he lets your wrist go and wraps his own hand around his cock, beginning to stroke from base to tip, matching the rhythm of your grinding and every time his fist slides upwards, his precum wells at the tip and drips down over his knuckles.
midnightwolf: fuck look at her grinding on him
maknaeontop: his thigh is soaked already
princessonline: stroke it slower, let her watch
artprince69: she’s dripping everywhere, i’m gonna come from watching this
minho’s free hand moves to your ass, encouraging you to press down harder. your clit drags over the firm muscle again and again, each pass sending sparks racing up your spine. you moan louder now, the sound mixing with the wet slide of your cunt against his skin and the sound of his hand working his cock.
“listen how wet you are”, he says, his lips brushing your temple, “they can see every drop you’re leaving on me. keep going, just like that, kitten. show them how needy that pretty pussy is”
you answer with another moan, your hips moving faster, grinding down and making your clit throb. your hands move to his shoulders as you ride his thigh with desperation now. minho’s strokes on his cock grow firmer now and every few strokes he pauses at the tip, his thumb swiping over to spread the precum before sliding back down.
“this feels s-so good”, you say and then you lean to kiss him, your mouths meeting as your hips never stop moving.
strongspear: fuck they’re so hot together
edgequeen: she’s about to come on his thigh
minho breaks the kiss only to press his forehead to yours, his breathing hard just like yours.
“i can feel you getting close”, he says.
you nod your head frantically, your hips stuttering as you chase the edge, your orgasm building fast again but then, his hand leaves his cock to grip your hip, stopping your movements completely.
“but not yet”, he says again, “i told you you don’t get to come until i say so”
another broken whine slips from your throat, your walls clenching and fluttering around nothing. your clit throbs from your denied release and fresh arousal drips down his thighs. his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you off his lap with ease. he moves your bodies sideways on the bed so the camera can catch everything from your necks down to your feet, your naked bodies fully visible, every curve and movement on display.
you’re on your back, the sheets cool against your heated skin, and then minho climbs over you, settling between your spread legs. he leans down to kiss you, but the moment your lips part for him, he pulls back just enough to tease you, hovering so close you can feel his breath. you chase his mouth, lifting your head, but he pushes you back down with one hand on your shoulder, a smirk playing at his lips.
“stay there”, he says, his voice firmer now.
his hands move to your knees, gripping and spreading you wider until your thighs are stretched open, your dripping pussy completely soaking the sheets under you. he leans in again, this time letting the kiss land. his lips move against yours, hard and deep, while his hips shift forward. his cock nudges against your entrance, pressing slowly inside as his tongue slides against yours until he’s buried to the hilt inside you.
cumslut: the’re actually fucking on cam
user69: holy fuck look at that it’s so hot
minho groans into your mouth, his hips drawing back before thrusting forward again, setting a steady and deep rhythm. each stroke drags his cock along your sensitive walls, already overstimulated from your previous denials. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper as your moans spill out between kisses.
“fuck, y-you’re so tight”, he breathes against your lips, “taking me so well, kitten”
you moan louder, your hips lifting to meet each thrust, “i-it feels so good… don’t stop, p-please”
his pace quickens, your hips snapping harder against each other as the camera captures every single detail - the way his cock disappears inside you, how your cunt clings to him, how your breasts bounce with each thrush, his hand sliding between your bodies and finding your clit, making your back arch.
“listen how wet you are, soaking my cock while everyone watches us”, he growls, thrusting deeper even though you didn’t know that was possible, “you love this, don’t you, kitten?”
“y-yes, fuck, yes-”, you gasp, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm grows again.
aussielord: this is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen
maknaeontop: look how she’s taking him fuck
minho’s thrusts grow rougher, his thumb moving faster on your clit now.
“come for me, kitten”, he says, his voice strained, “come on my cock while they watch us”
his words send you over and your orgasm crashes through you hard as you squeeze his cock, your whole body shaking. minho groans loudly and then he breaks too, his hips stuttering as he fills you with his cum, his cock throbbing deep inside you.
you both collapse together, both of you breathing hard, your bodies slick with sweat. minho stays buried inside you for a bit before he pulls out, a mix of your releases dripping from your pussy onto the sheets.
“it was our pleasure. we’ll see you very soon, you freaks”, minho says as he reaches over and ends the livestream, the screen going dark.
he turns back to you, his mouth capturing yours again, his lips hungry and needy against yours. you moan against them, your hands moving to his hair, pulling him closer to you, as you bite his lower lip, making him groan against your mouth.
“and you…”, he says, pulling away just enough to whisper against your lips, “don’t think i’m done with you”, he says before he kisses you again, “you’re going to do that again on my other thigh…”, he says and you feel yourself getting wet again, the idea making you moan against his lips once more, “like the good kitten you are for me”
and with that you know that even though the livestream is done, the night is far from over.
a/n: the live: unfiltered series is finally here!! i'm so excited for you all to read them and what a way to start!! you all loved our cam!minho so he had to come back to kick this off hip hip 🥳 next up we have (in the words of han jisung) our very own big boy changbin so you better get ready for that 🙂↕️
the library
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summary: your boyfriend not only loves you but also your pretty pink lace panties…
rating: 18+ (mdni!)
wc: 2.7k
warnings: smut 18+/rpf!, subby lix bc i like that, dom!reader, pantie sniffing, TEASING + EDGING KINK GO BRRR HAHA, denied orgasm, male masturbation (but reader guides him :p), established relationship
a/n: my guys I’m back haha. Wrote this to get back into writing soooo I hope you enjoy :3
You’d been with Felix long enough to know all his little quirks, his nervous laugh when he tried to hide something, the way his freckles dusted darker in the summer, the habit he had of stealing your hoodies no matter how many times you swore you’d cut him off.
Living together only made it worse. Or better. Depending on the day.
Your apartment was warm with the late-summer heat, the lazy kind of afternoon where you were supposed to be running errands but got caught up scrolling on your phone instead. Felix had been quiet most of the day, claiming he was “working on music,” which wasn’t unusual. He’d holed himself up in the bedroom, door shut, lo-fi humming faintly through the walls.
You’d left him be for hours, figuring he was caught in one of his creative streaks.
But then-
A noise.
Soft, muffled, like a breath caught too roughly in the throat.
It made you pause. At first, you thought he’d just dropped something, or maybe stubbed his toe, but then you heard it again. Low, shaky, like someone trying hard not to make a sound.
Curiosity prickled through you, the kind you couldn’t ignore. You padded down the hall, steps light, heart beating a little too fast for no real reason.
The bedroom door wasn’t locked. It never was. And when you pushed it open just an inch-
What you saw made your stomach flip, heat licking low between your legs before you could even breathe.
Felix was on the bed, sprawled out with one hand wrapped around his cock, pumping slow and deliberate. His head was tilted back, lips parted, chest rising with each shaky inhale. And in his other hand-
Your pink lace panties.
The ones you’d worn yesterday.
Bunched up against his face as if he were inhaling you like oxygen, desperate and unashamed.
You froze in the doorway, pulse hammering, torn between the urge to gasp and the urge to bite your lip and watch.
You didn’t mean to stare. Really, you didn’t.
But the sight of him there - spread out on your sheets, his fist gliding over his length while your lace pressed against his face - rooted you in place. The quietest whimper slipped from his throat, low and desperate, and you felt your knees weaken.
You’d seen him needy before, plenty of times, but never like this. Never caught in the act, trembling with the risk of being found, using something that had clung to your skin just hours ago.
Your panties.
The corner of your mouth curved, heat blooming in your chest. Instead of barging in or clearing your throat, you leaned against the doorframe, folding your arms like you had every right to enjoy the show.
“Felix,” you drawled, letting his name drip with amusement.
His entire body jolted. The panties tumbled from his fingers, landing somewhere on the sheets, and his wide eyes darted to you.
“B-baby-” His voice cracked, freckles blooming red across his cheeks as he scrambled upright, cock still hard in his hand before he tried to cover himself. “I-I wasn’t-fuck, I didn’t know you-”
You arched a brow. “Didn’t know I’d catch you? Or didn’t know how much you wanted me?”
His throat bobbed. He shut his eyes for a second like he could will himself into the mattress.
You stepped into the room, the floor cool under your bare feet, each step deliberate. “Seoul’s noisy enough. Good thing these walls are thick, huh?” Your gaze flicked down his body, landing on the twitch of his cock. “Otherwise, the neighbors might’ve heard how pretty you sound.”
He groaned softly, fingers tightening around the sheets. “Baby, I-I wasn’t trying to-”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” you cut in, your tone sharp enough to make his lashes lift. The flush on his neck deepened. “You were thinking about me, weren’t you? Couldn’t help yourself.”
His lips parted, a helpless nod.
You reached the edge of the bed, your hand brushing the lace where it had fallen. Holding it up between two fingers, you let the delicate fabric dangle in the air. “These? You like the way I smell on them?”
His groan turned into a whimper, his hips jerking minutely against nothing.
“I… fuck, yes,” he admitted, voice barely audible. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
You tilted your head, a smirk tugging at your lips as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs without giving him a chance to retreat. Your panties were still in your hand, the lace brushing across his stomach as you leaned in close.
“Then show me,” you whispered against his ear. “Show me how bad you need it while I watch.”
Felix’s chest rose and fell beneath you, fast and shallow. His hands twitched like he wasn’t sure if he should reach for you or hide himself again. You caught one wrist, pressing it back down against the sheets.
“Don’t,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his. “Don’t you dare stop now. I want to see you finish what you started.”
He let out a ragged breath, his pupils blown wide, freckles dark against the crimson heat in his cheeks.
Slowly- hesitantly - his hand wrapped back around his cock, precum smearing across his fingers. His eyes stayed locked on yours like he was waiting for you to scold him, waiting for you to tell him this was too much.
Instead, you dragged the lace panties across his jaw, down his neck, circling lazily around his chest. “That’s it,” you praised softly. “Pump your cock for me. Pretend I’m not even here. Just you and the smell of me on these.”
He choked on a groan, hips jerking upward into his own fist.
“God, baby,” you teased, your voice dropping low, husky, “you’re so hard. All from thinking about how wet I get in these little pink things?”
His hand sped up, his thighs tense beneath you. “Y-yeah,” he admitted, shame and arousal tangled in his tone. “Always - fuck- always think about you, how you’d taste, how you’d ride me in them.”
You leaned down, brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. “Say it louder.”
He whimpered, knuckles white where he gripped himself. “Always think about your pussy - how it smells, how it feels around me. Can’t get enough-”
“That’s my boy.” Your free hand slipped to his wrist, guiding his pace, forcing him to slow down when you knew he was close. His cry of frustration made you grin. “Not yet, Lix. You’ll come when I say so. Understand?”
His head fell back against the pillows, a desperate nod. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
You dragged the panties down his chest again, teasing them over the head of his cock. He nearly sobbed at the sensation, his body trembling under you.
“Good boy,” you purred. “Now stroke yourself nice and slow. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”
He obeyed, his moans spilling out shamelessly now, each stroke wringing more out of him. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, completely undone beneath you - just the way you liked him.
“Fuck- please,” Felix whimpered, his voice cracking, his cock straining in his fist as you held his wrist steady. His knuckles were wet with precum, each stroke slick and messy now, and you swore you could feel the heat radiating off his skin where you straddled his thighs.
“Please what?” you taunted, tilting your head as you dragged the pink lace across his chest again. His nipples hardened instantly, his whole body jerking at the touch. “You want to come already? Hm? After I just caught you being a filthy little boy in our bed?”
His hips bucked, and his voice came out wrecked. “Yes, fuck, please, I-I was thinking about you, baby, only you-”
“Of course you were.” You pressed the panties harder against his chest, then slid them up over his lips. His eyes widened, but you leaned close, whispering, “Open.”
He obeyed without hesitation, his mouth parting, and you pushed the lace between his lips. He groaned low in his throat, sucking instinctively, the taste of your arousal still faint on the fabric.
“That’s it,” you praised, your own breath catching at the sight. “Suck on them while you stroke your cock. Show me how desperate you are.”
His hand moved faster, his entire body trembling under you. He was trying so hard to stay quiet, but you weren’t about to let him. You grabbed his chin with your free hand, forcing his face up so you could see every twitch, every struggle, the lace still stuffed in his mouth.
“Louder, Lix,” you ordered, your tone sharp enough to cut through his haze. “I want the neighbors to know how good I make you feel. Moan for me.”
His eyes rolled back as he let go, a guttural sound ripping from his throat. His cock throbbed in his fist, precum dribbling down over his fingers, his wrist straining as you held it in rhythm.
“Good boy,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his jaw. “That’s my perfect boy. Look at you—jerking yourself off while I watch, drooling on my panties. You’re so fucking dirty.”
He whimpered around the lace, thighs trembling violently.
“Don’t stop,” you warned, tightening your grip on his wrist when his strokes faltered. “You don’t come until I say so.”
The frustration in his eyes nearly undid you. His brows pinched, his chest heaving, his cock twitching like it was seconds from spilling, but he obeyed. He always obeyed.
“Fuck, baby,” he gasped when you pulled the lace from his mouth, strings of saliva clinging to the fabric. “I-I can’t hold it-“
“You can,” you corrected, pressing the panties against the head of his cock now. He nearly sobbed at the contact, his body arching helplessly off the mattress. “You’re going to hold it because I told you to. You’re going to stroke that pretty cock just the way I want, and you’re not going to come until I tell you.”
“Yes-yes, baby, please, please-”
You bent down, your lips ghosting over his ear, your voice a low growl. “Beg for it.”
His voice cracked again, the sound pitiful and raw. “Please let me come, I need it, I need you so bad-I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll do anything-”
The panties in your hand dragged over his slit, smearing precum across the lace. His back bowed, his strokes erratic now, his thighs shaking violently under you.
“You’re such a mess,” you whispered, biting his earlobe just hard enough to make him shiver. “All over yourself, whining like a slut because you like the way I smell. Tell me-tell me whose cock this is.”
“Yours,” he sobbed instantly, no hesitation, his voice breaking with the force of it. “It’s yours, baby, only yours- fuck-I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are.” You kissed his temple, soft and sweet, before letting your tone turn razor-sharp again. “Now come for me. Right fucking now. Make a mess for me, Lix.”
The command ripped through him like lightning. His hips shot up violently, his hand jerking fast and desperate, and he cried out your name as his orgasm tore through him. Thick spurts of cum painted his stomach, his chest, even streaked up to the hand still clutching the lace panties. His whole body shook with it, his thighs clamping tight around you as he rode the high, moans spilling out unrestrained.
You didn’t stop him. You guided his wrist through every twitch, every spurt, praising him in a low, steady murmur. “That’s it, good boy… let it all out. Look how pretty you are for me.”
When he finally collapsed back onto the pillows, boneless and wrecked, his hand slipped free of his softening cock, his chest heaving as sweat dampened his hairline. His cheeks were flushed scarlet, freckles standing out like constellations across his skin.
And in his trembling fingers, he still clutched the ruined lace panties, soaked in cum and saliva.
You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his swollen lips. “Next time,” you whispered, smirking against his mouth, “you ask me to help instead of sneaking off with my underwear.”
His laugh came out hoarse and broken, his arms wrapping around you to pull you down against him. “Y-yeah,” he panted, utterly undone. “Next time.”
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a/n: thanks for reading and pls lmk if you guys liked ittttt
Synopsis: Felix, your sweet golden retriever boyfriend, has always been gentle with you, slow-paced, patient. But once he's certain you're ready, he finally loosens the reins on his restraint.
-or: Felix eats you out until your brain is nothing but mush and you've made a mess of his face.
Details: Felix x fem!reader, fluff, smut- cunnilingus, overstimulation, face sitting, forced orgasm (sort of), squirting, thigh kink (?), love bites, hickeys, Felix cums in his pants. wc: 5.1k
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The room went quiet as soon as the question had left Jisung's lips.
"What's the kinkiest thing you and Felix have done in bed?"
In all truth, the four of you - Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and yourself - had gotten a bit drunk, just hanging out after their dance practice ended. You'd just been waiting for Felix, really, but somehow it ended up being the four of you and a couple of beers. Even Felix indulged in one, which surprised you, as that was usually not his thing. But it was all in good fun.
However, even with the light buzz of the alcohol in your system, the question left you flustered. Even though it wasn't completely out of the blue, as Seungmin and Jisung were just having a discussion about the best sex position, you still hadn't expected the question directed at you.
In one smooth motion, Felix squeezed your thigh where his hand already rested, catching your attention. He gave you a look, you don't have to answer, not wording it out loud as he knew you could make up your mind for yourself. You didn't need his input, but he still let you know he was there.
You eyed the table for a moment, cheeks hot whether from the beer or the question or both, you weren't sure. You and Felix hadn't exactly been intimate yet. Your relationship was still new, and you both agreed you'd take it slow, build up your connection more, even if you were already completely infatuated with each other.
What you hadn't let him know yet was how desperate you were to take that step further. And what you didn't know was how he felt the exact same way, but didn't tell you in case it put unnecessary pressure on you to do something you weren't ready for.
Oh, he had no idea.
You chose not to feel awkward about the question, didn't feel embarrassed about the lack of sex you'd been having. It was a choice and one you were completely fine with. "You'd have to ask Felix."
You decided to give the ball to Felix, to let him decide how much he wanted to tell his band members about your nonexistent sex lives. You took another sip of your beer, glancing over at him.
The corner of his mouth twitched up as he ran his thumb across your inner thigh. You almost spat out your beer at that, tingles spreading all throughout your body. Sometimes you weren't sure he knew what kind of effect he had on you.
Felix put his hands up in defence, his eyes dark under the dim light. "A man... doesn't kiss and tell."
He laughed at the groan Jisung let out, while Seungmin only smiled, taking another sip of his beer in quiet amusement.
Later on, when the dorm was quiet, Jisung having left and Seungmin gone to bed, you were brushing your teeth with Felix after changing into your pyjamas.
You couldn't help but eye him, still a little tipsy from the beers and admiring his features more than usual. From every day that went by, you just seemed to fall more and more in love with him.
When you both got under the covers and Felix kissed you goodnight, expecting to fall asleep, you grabbed his wrist gently to catch his attention. "Lix," you whispered, biting your lip, hesitating.
He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, his features calm and relaxed. He could sense your hesitation and turned his face fully towards you, urging you to continue by making sure you knew you had his attention.
"Yes?"
You pursed your lips, looking into his eyes while your heart raced in your chest. God, why were you even freaking out about this? It was just Felix. But still, you felt vulnerable having to say the words out loud. The couple of beers you had consumed gave you that extra confidence to speak.
"You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should take our relationship a little further..." You bit the inside of your cheek, waiting for his reaction. He looked a little confused. Even though he tried to understand you, he needed you to be a bit more specific. So you let out a small breath, somehow speaking even lower than before. "You know... more than making out."
He stilled a little, you could feel it, and it immediately made you overthink, silly as you were.
"Not because I don't enjoy just making out! I know we said we'd take it slow but... I'm just... really... horny."
He was quiet for a moment before he let out a soft, genuine laugh, leaning in to kiss your forehead affectionately. You had no idea how much your confession had made his heart clench with adoration. He didn't even know how you could say something like that and still be so cute.
He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm, are you a little drunk, baby? If so, I'd rather have this talk tomorrow. Not that I'm not listening; I certainly am." He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Your face warmed at his response. I mean, you were a little tipsy, but this had been something that had been on your mind for a while. But even through your stubbornness you could see his point; it'd be better to bring something like this up when you were completely sober and sure.
You pursed your lips. "Yes, I'm a little tipsy... but this has been something that's been on my mind for a while, seriously! I mean, of course only if you're ready, too. To take things further." You made your voice clearer this time, making sure he understood this was more than just the beer talking.
And he did look a little more thoughtful this time, a small glint flashing in his eyes. Thinking about finally taking things further with you made his own desperation rise up and his cock twitch in his sweatpants. But he remained calm, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone.
"Alright... If you're sure you're ready, then so am I. I just don't want to pressure you," he said honestly, and before you had the chance to speak again, he continued, "But we'll still talk about this tomorrow, okay? Get some rest, angel."
He pulled you to his chest, and you definitely didn't protest. He was nice and warm and, well, the beers were making you quite sleepy. You hummed, sinking into his embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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You woke up to the familiar feeling of a nose nudging against your neck and hair tickling your skin. The faint sound of Felix's soft breathing filled your ears along with the chirping of birds outside. You had the window slightly ajar these days, seeing as it was getting hotter outside. It was a peaceful atmosphere to wake up in.
You felt surprisingly refreshed, but was less surprised by it when you checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already afternoon. You'd slept for so long... but it had felt so good. And it was Felix's day off, so for once it was allowed.
You looked down at him when he moved and realised then that he was already awake, greeting you with a smile on his face, his hair showcasing how well he'd slept. At least half as well as you.
"Good morning, angel," he said, his voice a delicious raspiness that somehow made it even deeper. You'd never not enjoy waking up to that.
You smiled back, forgetting all about your phone and instead nuzzling into his warmth, counting the freckles on his face. "You're the angel here... Why didn't you wake me? It's so late now, and it's your day off!"
You didn't want to spend all day in bed with him when it was his only day off in a while... Though maybe that's what he preferred, seeing as he worked so hard these days.
He stretched out, the action making it hard for you to hold back your cuteness aggression towards him. He rubbed his eyes, rolling over to lay on his back.
"I only just woke up, right before you," he explained, reaching over to cup your hand in his as he checked his phone. He'd probably only just mustered up the energy to do so.
You lay there, just basking in the afternoon light while Felix answered some messages, quietly holding hands. After a while, he put his phone away and focused his attention on you again, resting on his side.
"Do you remember what you told me last night? Before we went to bed," he asked, waiting for you to meet his eyes.
You didn't for a moment, feeling a little sheepish now that it was morning, and you weren't as confident as you had been last night. But he somehow always found a way to make you immune to embarrassment when it came to expressing yourself.
"...Yes."
"Do you still mean it?"
You met his eyes then, still soft, still gentle as they always were. There was nothing in them that told you not to be sure of your answer, and so you were. You were sure of what you wanted.
"Yes, I still mean it."
He nodded, rubbing his chin as if lost in his own thoughts for a moment, "You're sure?"
You let out a small chuckle, your lips curling upwards at his questioning. Oh, you were definitely sure. "Yes, I'm sure, Felix. The only thing stopping me would be if you didn't want to take things further."
He nodded again, still rubbing his chin, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Gentle, not rushed, not letting you in on what was going on in his head. Just the same sweet Felix as always.
Then he pulled away, meeting your eyes. "Then... can I go down on you?"
He looked almost relieved to utter the words, his eyes big and boba-like, and he was nearly pouting. What you hadn't known all this time was how much he'd been thinking about it; finally eating you out. Sure, having sex with you was on his mind a lot, too, but there was nothing quite as arousing as the thought of finally tasting you. He already knew you'd taste exquisite, no doubt there.
Your mouth formed an 'o', a little taken aback by his question. Or rather, his face when he asked it. He looked so innocent, and he was, in your head, innocent. But then the memory of him beneath you while you were making out with him on his lap flashed before your eyes, the small whimpers and touchy hands despite how much he tried to hold them back. Then him having to use the bathroom ten minutes after you'd decided to stop, because he was still so hard in his pants, but would never vocalise it - wouldn't want to rush you.
Truly, you did not understand how much of a pervert he actually was. Not yet, anyway. He was good at hiding it.
He let you process his question because he knew he was being forward, but he didn't take it back either, didn't rush you to answer. He let it hang in the air for as long as you needed.
You swallowed the lump in your throat that had kept you from speaking, all shy eyes and lip-biting.
"Yeah, that's- I mean, if you want to..."
"But do you want me to?"
You glanced at his lips, thought of his tongue and how it'd feel on your cunt. Fuck, you wanted it. So much. "Yes. Definitely."
Felix smiled, his hand snaking down to your thigh to pull you closer and move himself between your legs. You couldn't see it from this angle, but he was already embarrassingly hard at the thought of eating you out. He'd been thinking of it all morning.
He squeezed your thigh. "Then can I taste you now, baby?"
His voice was deeper, clouded by the arousal he felt already, infecting you as it sent a thrill between your legs, where he was posed up. You nodded, watching him as he shuffled backwards on his knees until he had both of his arms hooked under your knees, face so close to your clothed core already. It was a little intrusive, but you just about held back the urge to hide behind your hands.
His thumbs rubbed over the part of your thighs that wasn't covered by your night shorts. "Say it out loud. I need to hear you say the words. Tell me I can have a taste."
His coaxing, almost pleading words made your core throb with need. Just the way he looked up at you from between your legs had you aching for more.
"Please, Lix. Put your mouth on me," you breathed out, almost unable to fully get the words out.
His smile would've been almost reassuring had it not been for the obvious excitement on his face, his fingers slowly tracing upwards until they reached the hem of your shorts.
Slowly, he slid them down your legs, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, making sure you felt safe. But once your panties were on display for him, he moved his gaze there, almost moaning at the sight of the soft cotton material.
"God, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to make you feel good, angel. I've been waiting for so long."
His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subconsciously pulling you closer to his mouth where his hands held you in place. Your legs tensed up when his tongue darted out, rolling along your soft skin, followed by the gentle nibble of his teeth, marking you.
Feeling his mouth so close to your core and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your thighs made your cunt sob for more. But it was even worse when his face got close enough that his nose nudged against the fabric of your panties while he pressed kisses to your thighs, until he at last pressed a kiss over your sopping cunt. You let out a small whine, laying your head back against the pillow, because watching him do that was making you lose your mind.
He mouthed at your panties, wetting them more than they already were from your arousal, letting out small moans against you. The vibrations made pleasure bloom where you needed it most, your legs closing together around his head on instinct.
"Lix... mm- feels good," you hummed, trying to keep your voice down. You felt a little embarrassed when you made any noises, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, even if you had been wanting it so badly.
He continued to mouth at you through your panties, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the material, imagining the real deal beneath it. His grip on your thighs tightened only when you were about to squeeze his head completely, gently pulling them apart again.
"Then keep your legs apart, okay? I want to take my time with you," he hummed, meeting your eyes for just a second before putting all of his focus on your cunt again. He looked almost mesmerised, hungry. And when you saw that look in his eyes, you chose to shut up and lay back down. You wanted to see him get carried away, like he seemed to have been wanting for as long as you.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs and exposing you to him fully. He hummed, gently placing your slick underwear beside you on the bed before lying down on his stomach, face lined up with your cunt.
He licked his lips as he took you in, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. You felt shy under his hungry gaze, but you stayed still, wanting to see what he would do.
After looking at you for a long moment, he finally put his mouth on you, his lips softly pressing against your wet cunt, almost like he was making out with you. You hummed, shutting your eyes for a second as you took in the feeling of his soft lips on such a sensitive part of your body.
He moved slowly at first, just kissing you there at his own pace before licking a stripe through your walls. You squealed then, hand reaching down to hold onto something. His hand came up, meeting yours without taking his mouth off of you, gradually gaining a pace with his tongue shoving into your cunt.
You bit your lip to try and silence the sounds that threatened to escape you, squeezing his hand while your hips bucked up for more. He let out a low moan against you, slurping up everything you gave to him, getting lost in the taste of you.
"You taste so good... so sweet..." he mumbled against you, his hair brushing against your thighs as his head bobbed slightly. You whined at his words, only to be broken off by a moan when his free hand reached up and his thumb pressed tight circles over your clit.
You cried out then, not even aware of your whimpers and moans as pleasure overtook you. You were so close to coming, it was embarrassing. It had just been so long since you'd been touched, even by yourself, and all this built-up tension with Felix left you so sensitive and desperate.
"A-ah, Felix..! I'm so close-" You interrupted yourself with a shuddering moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he continued to thrust his tongue into you, and his finger kept moving so flawlessly against your clit.
He groaned at your reaction, grinding his hips against the mattress as he had been doing since he got comfortable there. His cock ached in his sweatpants, leaking pre-cum that would surely stain them. But he didn't care. He needed more of you.
"Cum for me... Please cum... Let me taste it, please baby." His words were muffled against your cunt, but it didn't matter once you finally felt your orgasm wash over you.
You let out a broken whimper, eyes rolling back as your hips twitched against his face. Your hand moved from his to grip his hair tightly instead, tugging lightly at the strands. He kept licking over you, using his mouth to its best ability while he felt your walls gush around his tongue. He sucked up the arousal and cum you gave to him, licked you clean until your legs twitched around his head from overstimulation.
He pulled back, completely out of breath, your slick lining his lips as he looked up at you. You met his eyes almost deliriously, still coming down from the high he just gave you. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you, unable to help himself as he let out a small chuckle. He moved to rest on his knees between your legs again, kissing you with your slick still on his lips.
"I'd ask if you felt good but... given your sounds, I'll assume the answer is yes," he spoke lowly against your lips, teasing you a little. You whined, but didn't really care all that much - not when he'd just made you feel that good.
"Was I that loud?"
He thought it over, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's just hope Seungmin isn't home."
Before you could think on that too much, like he knew you would, he lay down on the bed, looking over at you with an almost expectant smile.
"Come here, baby."
You looked at him for a moment, aware of your half-nakedness now that the orgasm had washed away, before scooting over to him. He placed his hands on your hips, settling you over his lap while he got comfortable against the pillows, like he hadn't just eaten you out so obsessively seconds ago.
You could feel how hard he was beneath you, his cock poking up through his sweatpants right against your bare cunt. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively grinding down against him, to which he stilled your hips with a pained groan. Your brows furrowed slightly.
"No, baby... I just want to focus on you right now. Sit on my face," he practically moaned, hands already trying to manoeuvre your body upwards.
You were almost a little disappointed that you wouldn't be able to feel his cock after waiting for so long, but you decided to let him run the show. After that orgasm, you'd just about give him whatever he wanted.
He could sense your slight disappointment even as you crawled up towards his face, chuckling at your reaction. "Come on. Be patient, hm?"
You nodded despite your heart's desires, moving to straddle his face instead. It felt vulnerable being in this position above him, but you didn't really mind - that was until he started pulling you impossibly closer to his face.
Your hips twitched, unfamiliar with the change of position, how he tried to make you sit down on him fully. "Lix, this is fine. I don't want to, like... crush you."
Your face heated up when he chuckled, his hot breath fanning your cunt, enough to make you squirm. "You won't crush me. Just sit down. Trust me," he urged you, placing a kiss over one of the marks he'd left on your inner thigh.
He held a firm, comfortable grip on your hips, before moving his hands down to your thighs as soon as you found the courage to sit on his face. He wanted to keep you there, in case you lost confidence, too desperate to have you like this to risk you pulling away for even a second.
Your hips stuttered the second his mouth was on you again, already managing to be as wet as before and even more sensitive after coming once already. His tongue started licking you again, rolling against you first and then letting his lips envelop your pussy lips.
You were already moaning again, closing your eyes in pleasure and then taking in the sight of him eating you out from this position. Your fingers found his hair once more, tugging on the blonde strands when the pleasure became too overwhelming.
He kept you there, held still against his face as he got lost in the taste of you. He was sure he was seeing heaven at times, his hips grinding against the air uselessly while his nose nudged against your clit.
Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, unable to help how your hips seemed to chase his mouth, grinding against his face and throwing your head back.
You could hardly understand Felix when he spoke against you again, only focused on how the vibrations of his deep voice affected you, "So good... just like that... ride my face..."
And you did, whether on purpose or not, it didnt matter, because the pleasure had consumed you now. You weren't in control of your own body anymore, chasing the second orgasm that threatened to blow over you.
"G-gonna... gonna cum again- Felix!" you sobbed. The shred of dignity you had left tried to move off of him, but his hands kept you locked in place, mouth moving to suckle on your clit, letting you smother his face.
You almost fell over, riding his face as you came all over it. He caught your cum with his mouth, slurping it up just like before, like he had been parched for weeks.
You were a panting mess above him, eyes shut and head thrown back, still overwhelmed with pleasure even when his mouth pulled back for air.
Truthfully, Felix had been almost suffocated by your thighs and your sopping cunt. But he'd done it to himself. He didn't care about the lack of air as long as he had your cunt on his face. He panted beneath you, gauging your face from where he lay as he caught his breath.
But once he'd gotten enough air, and you still weren't over the orgasm, he went back in. I mean, your warm pussy was still right in his face - so tempting, almost begging for his attention. He just had to.
You practically flinched when his mouth met your cunt again, the only thing holding you steady being his hands that kept you in place. You tugged on his hair, like that would make him stop, but he only moaned against you at the feeling, the vibrations almost making you cry.
"F-Felix..! Felix, s-stop-. I-it's too much!" you choked out, body heaving as your knees gave out beneath you. You lost your balance and had to settle for holding yourself up against the mattress as Felix continued his assault on your cunt.
"Just one more... one more, baby... you can do it..." Again, his words came out muffled against you. But even if his mouth wasn't buried against your cunt, you weren't sure you'd be able to comprehend his words anyway with the waves of pleasure currently crashing down on you.
High-pitched sounds of agony or pleasure or both left your mouth, out of your control, and you weren't even fully aware of it, too far gone. Your hips twitched and thighs ached from the position he had you in, but all you felt was your next orgasm closing in on you, swirling around in the pit of your stomach.
The corners of your eyes stung with tears, barely able to catch your breath as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you. But it was much more intense than before, your body tensing up as you came.
"L-Lix! Lix-! C-coming..!"
Felix groaned beneath you as you came, followed by even more of your juices when you squirted, soaking his face. Just then his own hips thrusted into the air, and at the feeling of your cum hitting his face, he came too, moaning against your cunt before pulling away to catch his breath.
It had been all he needed - he should be embarrassed, really, to have cum in his pants like this. But he wasn't - far from it. He didn't need anything other than being stuck between your thighs like this to get him off.
You hadn't even noticed him coming, gasping for air yourself, unsure of your surroundings as you crashed onto the mattress. Felix released your legs then, looking over at you to check if you were okay. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face as he rolled you onto your back, rubbing your sides affectionately.
Even with his face still dripping with your cum and his sweatpants soiled, he needed to check on you first.
"Hey, baby. Are you good?" he asked softly, watching as you still tried to catch your breath.
Your eyes fluttered open, and you could just about manage a nod and a quick look at his wet face. You groaned. "Did... did I seriously squirt on you?" You would've been more embarrassed if he hadn't just completely wrecked you.
He chuckled, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, you did. It was amazing."
You groaned again, but he didn't pay it much mind, leaving for the bathroom instead. He came back with two glasses of water and a new pair of sweats for himself, his face dry now. And you were a little more conscious, to say the least.
"Thank you," you said when he handed you the glass, sitting up a little to drink from it. He kissed your cheek in response, taking a sip of his own glass before standing up to change into the sweatpants.
Your eyes widened, having just noticed the dark patch on the crotch part of them, making it obvious what had happened while he was busy pleasuring you. He noticed your staring and felt his face heat up despite himself. "I couldn't help it when you were moaning like that and... well, I think I'm gonna have to make you squirt like that every time. It was too good."
Somehow you were the one with a hot face now, and chose to drink from your glass to spare yourself the embarrassment. Even then, you found it hot how Felix had gotten off to pleasuring you. You surely didn't mind it.
He changed into the new sweatpants with his back turned to you, and you couldn't help but check him out from behind, enjoying the view for the few seconds it was there.
He sat down on the edge of the bed once fully changed, grabbing a wet cloth off the nightstand you hadn't even noticed before. You still felt a little delirious, that much was certain. He carefully spread your legs, wiping down your inner thighs and then your sensitive cunt, making sure you were fully clean. Once done, he set the cloth aside again.
You were both silent for a moment before he spoke up quietly, "It wasn't too much for you at the end, was it? I'm sorry if I got a little carried away..." He cleared his throat, his eyes not meeting yours for a second as he rested a hand on your waist, a silent comfort.
You managed a small smile, placing your hand over his before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed, kissing you back instantly, cupping your cheek. When you pulled back your eyes met his, still glistening from the aftermath of your intimacy.
"It was perfect. A little overwhelming, but I really enjoyed it, Lix. Did you?" You felt like you already had the answer to that but you were just making sure. You had to ask.
"Are you serious? That was the best thing I've ever done." His eyes widened enthusiastically, his hand clasping yours. You both just smiled at each other for a while, giddy about the new step in your relationship.
His phone dinged then, where it lay on the nightstand, and seeing who it was from, he grabbed the phone off the table. A small wince escaped him, scratching the back of his head before showing the text to you.
"Somebody isn't as happy as us, that's for sure..."
You looked at the text from Seungmin, grimacing at the screen;
Thanks for waking me up, totally won't be an awkward breakfast. Assholes -_-
suggestive duh, 69, han is needy, felix matches your freak, mommy & mama usage, pet play if you squint, headlock, pegging, booty bangchan (not ai bro i made ts)
chan’s hips have been snapping against yours for the latter half of the hour tonight. really, you shouldn’t have done what you did. it was a quick, off handed, self deprecating remark about yourself, and just like that, chan had enough.
he was already feeling on edge from the studio. and now he felt like he failed you to not reassure you enough. that’s how you got yourself here.
you can’t apologize. not because you’re being a brat or doing anything on purpose, but rather because chan has you laid prone on your stomach as his hips feverishly snap against your ass. making it quite literally impossible to reply outside of breathy moans being punched from your lungs. repeated motions that have had you crying into the pillow your face is sunken into.
“c’mon baby, you can do it… say “i’m sorry channie”… f-fuckin’ hell!”
chan’s body slowly comes down onto yours, his chest flush against your back as his arms ensnare around your shoulder. his head drops to the back of yours, his voice a low rasp of heavy breathing. his hips slow to grind against the plush of your ass, rocking and rutting into the wetness of your arousal. his panting turns into a low growl at your refusal.
“pretty girl… sweet baby, say it. say it and i’ll make you cum so good.”
meanwhile, you’re just a mess under him. head turned slightly as his bicep wraps under your chin, hands clawing at his strong arms. eyes bleary and wet with tears from how good it feels every time he quickly bottoms out and fills you so right. the sounds are obscene, salacious squelches as he drags every drop out of you. and you’ll do just the same to him if you keep fluttering around him like that.
“‘m s-sorry, cha— haah— channie! it feels so good, so good, please don’t stop!”
chan smiles to himself as he drags out a moan from his chest, laughing in a way that pinches off at the end in a high whine. his brows furrow and eyes close, slowing his movement down to fuck himself deeper.
“that wasn’t so h-hard now, was it, pretty thing…?” chan’s tongue swipes over his bottom lip to catch himself from drooling down your back. his hands pin your lower back down to the bed, forcing a nasty arch that makes you sob in equal parts relief and overstimulation.
“who’s my good girl, yeah? is that you? am i fucking my good girl stupid right now? huh? m-my beautiful good girl…”
chan’s sentences are punctuated with deep strokes, feeling his pelvis thrust and rock against you in languid motions. his words are overwhelming but that’s what he wants. you were just being so mean to the woman he loves, which is you.
“are you going to keep fighting with yourself or let me fuck you good, gorgeous?” chan heaves out, his chest pressing against your shoulder blades as he kisses into your hair. he ducks his head to lick a stripe up your spine to your neck, and chuckles a moan when he feels how squirmy and whiny you get. your moans are almost sobs from how his plush mushroom tip is kissing against that sensitive spot inside.
“sweetheart,” he drawls out, almost in a singsong voice. “you’re so… very precious… perfect girl, yeah? thank you f-for— fuck— sharing this perfect body.”
those deep strokes are reciprocated with your pussy squeezing him so tight chan swears he might be able to taste the stars. and because chan knows how to elevate your orgasm…
“sh-shit baby, breathe… breathe, just breathe, let it happen babygirl—”
a few inhales and exhales, and chan is wrapping that bicep around to grab your face. he loves that teary look in your eyes, like it feels too good to do anything but cry. your pussy is clenching on him like a vice, the sweet slapping and mixing of fluids…
he can’t help it, chan brings his lips hovering over yours, whispering, “i love you, sweetheart… cum for me.”
there’s a ringing in your ears when it happens, the churning of the knot builds so quick, you don’t even have time to think. chan’s groan bleeds into a whimper the second he feels your tight cunt shudder with shocks, milking him and causing his own release. the hiccuped sobs of moans you release have him praying the walls are thick enough to hide from neighbors. chan wants them all to himself.
he presses as deep as he can to flood you with hot cum, kissing all over your face from tears. your skin is tacky with sweat and stunning in the afterglow. chan runs his hands over your sweat slicked forehead, pushing back anything still sticking to you.
“don’t ever say that stuff again, baby… yeah…? you did such a good job, sweetheart… such a perfect and sweet girl…”
chan smacks a kiss to your temple, laying his weight down on your back. your eyes are already drooping from contentedness while he traces patterns onto your hip. his initials. little hearts. swirls that never end.
“i’m here to protect you from all of that… always.”
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author's note: well… this is unexpected! thank you for 900 followers i love you guys so much :’) final exams are biting my ass right now
what to know: lee felix x afab!reader, nsfw, fluff/humor, switch (in every sense of the word), est. relationship, dry humping, fingering, handjob, p in v (protected! bc safe sex is hot too!), lube, petnames (baby & angel), aftercare
once again, i cannot write serious smut to save my life, so there's lots of humor thrown in
idea came to me after seeing this x post: "need to sit in his lap while he yaps about his nerdy little interests and his hands wander all over me" (i think the x account is suspended...)
word count: 3.9k
recommended listening: air - yeji
"And linear switches are the best for gaming."
His fingers pressed into your thighs as if he was pressing into the very keys themselves. Though, perhaps with a bit more force, because, according to him, pressing too hard repeatedly caused "accelerated wear and tear".
"Uhuh," you breathed, "and why is that?"
You should be applauded for being able to multitask as you kissed at his neck and rolled your hips against his. You should be awarded for staying focused. Being an active listener in these conditions was a talent.
Felix exhaled through his nose, a sound that wavered just slightly when your lips trailed against his skin with the lightest pressure. He tilted his head to give you better access without even seeming to notice he was doing it, his body responding to you while his mind kept trying to stay on track. He should be applauded for that, too. A very talented couple, you two were.
"Because," he continued, voice a little lower now, "there is no tactile bump. So your inputs are smoother.”
You hummed softly against his neck, half in encouragement, half just to feel the way he paused for a fraction of a second when you did it.
"Tactile switches," he added after a soundless gulp, "have a bump. You feel it every time you press, so it slows down rapid input. But it is nice for typing."
"And what's the third one again?" you asked quietly, mindful of your proximity to his ear as you grazed your teeth along his earlobe.
"Clicky," was all he managed.
"Those are the ones I like?" you whispered.
"That's right, baby," he practically purred, hands drifting upwards till his thumbs were pressing into the crease at your pelvis. "You like to be heard."
And could you truly be blamed for losing your grip on the conversation after that? His voice, so deep and sexy and passionate, carried on, but you were wholly focused on where your bodies were interlocked. Who needed applause and awards anyway? This was the ultimate prize.
His splayed fingers assisted in your rocking motion absentmindedly, guiding you at a pace far slower than you wanted to go. Even with most of his attention on speaking, his grip was firm enough that there was no escaping the rhythm he had set, even when you tried to shift against it for something more. He did not seem particularly concerned with your impatience, only with keeping you exactly where he wanted you, exactly how he wanted you moving.
You could feel how hard he was beneath you, insistently pressing and dragging against your core at every angle. Through the layers between you, you felt every inch so clearly, but it wasn't nearly enough. Luckily, you knew he'd break concentration sooner or later with a little bit of coaxing. He always did.
You brought your hands to his front, resting your palms on his chest to push yourself slightly back for just a moment before dragging back to target his tip. You knew it was successful by the way he jolted and grunted, bucking up.
You tuned back in just in time to hear him say, "...causes strain to bottom out."
"Bottom out, you say?" you echoed, not masking your amused tone.
Felix's chest was heaving now, his heartbeat beneath your fingers racing. He still chuckled out, "I meant on a keyboard, ya gutter brain."
"Hm." You slowly dragged yourself over him once more, adding more pressure this time around before telling him, "Join me in the gutter?"
"Don't you know I'm always there?" His grin was bright, his red cheeks bunching up as he caught your eye. "Gutter's my home-base."
"Then you should be giving me a tour," you said, dropping a featherlight kiss to his lips and lingering there while you repeated your earlier motions to feel the sudden exhale through his nose. You breathed in, obsessed with the way he smelled.
"Ah, right," he shivered. "What sort of host am I?"
He leaned further back against the headboard as you kissed him again, his fingers creeping up to spread against your ribs beneath your shirt, so warm against bare skin, and the soft sound he made when you shifted against him again went straight through you.
You knew your panties were completely soaked at this point, and it was only a matter of time before it would start seeping through to your shorts, as well. Eventually, he'd get uncomfortable with the friction and ask (beg, really) to reduce—if not completely erase—all barriers between you. But he was as much a fan of this teasing as you were, so he always held out until it became somewhat painful. And even then, he sometimes stuck it out—the utter masochist.
His hips suddenly hitched upward, and he choked on a breath as his tip very obviously caught in the seam of your shorts. You lurched forward, forehead resting against his shoulder as you stifled a groan of your own.
"What say we lose all this?" Felix predictably asked, his fingers dropping to curl into the waistbands of your shorts and underwear (Why waste time and pull them off separately? he'd once asked, and you hadn't a single reason to argue).
"I have no objections," you panted, and punctuated it with swinging a leg off of him to rid yourself of the offending garments.
He did the same, lifting his hips to shove his shorts and underwear off. You're not sure where they ended up as he kicked them pointedly far away and off the other edge of the bed. Clearly he had no intention of getting back into them any time soon. You had no objections to that, either.
You were straddled back over his lap before he'd even resettled himself back down. He smiled up at you so sweetly, slinging an arm around your waist to guide you closer as he shifted around to get comfortable.
That smile was too innocent for the thoughts running through your head—through both of your heads, you knew. He truly wasn't lying when he said his home-base was the gutter, the things that came out of his mouth sometimes... shameless. Innocence was a fantastic look on him, especially when you knew it was a farce.
You rested one hand on his shoulder, feeling the tickle of the ends of his hair on the back of your palm.
It was getting so long.
...You couldn't wait to pull on it.
Your other hand found its home between you, taking him into a loose fist. He hissed gently, eyes falling shut as his head knocked back into the headboard with a thunk. You could tell he wanted to chuckle at himself for it, but the way he was biting his bottom lip kept him quiet.
He was so velvety smooth in your hand. Really, every part of him was so soft and silky (we don't mention the fried hair), and you always found yourself envious of that fact. From the many products in his bathroom, and from the few he left around yours when he stayed over, you knew it took great effort to maintain a body like this. You could run your hands over him forever and never tire of it.
You're certain he'd be on board for that idea, too.
"Just like that," he grunted.
See?
You continued stroking him, your thumb swiping over his tip intermittently just to watch him jolt each time. At this angle, you knew your forearm would begin to hurt any minute and you'd have to adjust, but you loved this position. You on top with your faces only breaths apart (seriously, you could not stress enough just how much you craved the smell of him), what wasn't to love?
Well, maybe one thing:
"I can't touch you like this," he complained, his hand pointedly trying to reach between you but just bumping into your own work.
"Sure you can," you disagreed, using your free hand to bring one of his up under your shirt to your chest.
You knew he wanted to argue and say this wasn't what he meant, but beggars couldn't be choosers. What sort of lunatic would protest feeling up some tits, anyway?
And feel them up he did.
You knew it was an ongoing tease among his groupmates and his other friends that he had small hands. Dainty, even. But he knew how to put them to work. What did they say? It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean? It's not the size of the wand, it's the magic in the spell?
Your stomach swooped as his fingers swiftly bypassed your bra to cup your breasts, and he squeezed gently, though the pads of his fingers once again pressed more firmly into the flesh. Maybe he was still thinking about his keyboards. His thumbs lightly grazed your nipples, circling them twice before going back to tweak them again.
You shuddered, faltering in your stroking. Despite the sudden hiccup in his own pleasure, he grinned, knowing he was responsible.
"Sensitive?" he cooed.
With no immediate response from you (because you knew that he knew the answer already, why state the obvious?), he switched to pinching.
You moaned, and feeling it only fair that you return the favor, you squeezed around him while applying more pressure at the head.
He hunched forward slightly, grunting. And when he lifted his face back up to look in your eyes, you could tell he was trying to be exasperated but losing the war. He enjoyed the back and forth too much to be truly displeased.
It was a wonder how you both ever got to the main act when this part was so entertaining.
"I'll take that as a yes," he muttered.
You shook your head, amused, and he brought you back in for a heated kiss. Such was his way of releasing the mild exasperation in a conducive way. His tongue traced along your bottom lip, hardly waiting before he welcomed himself in to lick every cranny of your mouth.
French kissing was to Felix as oxygen was to breathing. As catnip was to cats. As sunlight was to sunflowers. As in, once he started, it was nearly impossible to get him to stop. Again, only crickets from you on the objection front.
You returned back to your rhythmic stroking, and every time your fist reached the base of him, you brushed against the hem of his shirt all bunched up by his waist. It was a flattering shirt—not that there was a single shirt out in the world that would look unflattering on him—but you needed it off him.
Unfortunately, you didn't particularly want to separate from him, nor he from you. Instead, when you tugged at his shirt, he merely pulled one hand away from your chest and helped you to get it out through a single arm hole, lifting it over a shoulder to expose golden skin inch by inch.
Your free hand roamed happily across his stomach and chest, raking nails gently over the ridges, and he trembled beneath you in response.
Instead of returning his second hand back to your chest to re-join the other, he settled it over yours where it moved against him. Not to stop you, just to feel it. Well... until his hand tightened around yours slightly.
“God,” he mumbled against your lips.
"Not quite," you couldn't resist, "but I do answer prayers on the occasion ."
"Well, if you're taking requests..." he said.
"I'm listening, angel," you hummed, feeling the nickname was only fitting.
He seemed to think so, too, smiling wholly with his flushed cheeks. His head dropped to trail a blaze of kisses along your neck before saying, "Let me on top?"
Of course, you'd grant this wish. Your forearm had long since begun to feel sore and your hips had started grinding unconsciously without any true friction to relieve you. You also wanted him on top.
But where was the fun in giving in so easily?
Felix must have sensed the incoming resistance immediately because he lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes narrowed.
You chuckled slightly, not feeling the slightest bit cowed by this attempt, the sound breaking slightly when he retaliated by dragging his teeth gently against the sensitive spot beneath your jaw.
“Baby, I asked nicely.” He pressed another kiss there afterward like an apology. Or perhaps a threat. “Have a heart.”
It was because of your heart that you gave in so easily after that.
"Fine," you huffed, releasing your hold on him and backing up off his legs. "Approved."
He grinned so brightly it nearly became the cause of your death, like the sun exploding.
“Thank you kindly,” he said, already guiding you backwards onto the mattress.
He hovered above you only briefly before dipping down to kiss you again, clearly unwilling to waste even a second of his newly earned victory.
The thing about Felix being on top was that he always got this little power trip about it (something he would argue with you to the moon and back about). The second he had you beneath him, something in him preened.
When he was above you, he did not seem to feel the need to perform confidence the same way he usually did. As if being able to see you fully under him gave him a kind of reassurance he did not get anywhere else. Felix was usually all movement and humor and scattered softness, but in moments like this he became focused in a way that felt almost reverent, as if the act of being allowed this close to you was something he did not take lightly even when he was teasing you about it (an honor to be here, he'd said during your first time).
He sat back on his heels, shuffling closer on his knees as his hands ran up and down your thighs on either side of his waist.
"Thank you so kindly," he repeated, eyes roving over you.
What a goober, you thought fondly, only to have it abruptly flee from your mind as his thumb suddenly swiped through your folds.
"Oh fu—" you gasped.
He hummed contentedly as he let his fingers trail over your entrance a couple of times before taking the slick and bringing it up to your clit.
"Warning?" you heaved once you caught your breath, not entirely sure a warning would have even sufficiently prepared you in the first place.
"Uh, no?" he said distractedly.
"That was not a yes or no question," you got out through gritted teeth as he continued circling your clit.
"Sorry, I have the literal prettiest pussy in the world in front of me," he said, showcasing some of that shamelessness. "You can't expect me to handle anything more than a yes or no right now."
Fair enough. You'd been struggling to handle his rant on keyboard switches, and you'd both been fully clothed then. Expecting him to think properly while you laid completely bare before him (apart from the shirt that was likely just going to stay on for the duration of this) would be hypocritical of you.
"Carry on," you conceded.
And you didn't have to tell him twice.
He slid two fingers inside you, curling them slightly as he slowly pistoned in and out.
You reached down with both hands, holding onto his forearm. Just to feel, like he had done with you. What was that you had said about boats and oceans and magic? An understatement.
"One more prayer?" he asked, and you felt a third finger join the others.
"It better be what I'm thinking," you said, eyes opening to peer down at him (you couldn't even remember closing them).
And because you always seemed to be on the same page about everything, of course it was. It went without saying.
Felix practically toppled on top of you to reach over to his bedside table drawer. His hair flung into your face making you sputter, and you could feel the hard length of him press into your side, and a sweat droplet definitely slid off his neck onto your arm. You couldn't be happier.
He sat back up, condom in one hand and small bottle of lube in the other.
"There's only a couple left," he mentioned as he tore into the condom packet.
"Hm," you hummed lowly, finding it so strangely attractive how he rolled it on. "I can grab some more after work tomorrow."
Because an idol getting caught buying contraceptives was cause for global outrage, apparently. Your faves... practicing safe sex... the horror!
"Thank you," he said, leaning down to kiss you lightly. "Remind me to give you some cash for it."
It wasn't really needed; you had a job, and you wanted to have sex just as much as he did, but he always insisted. (It's a man's job, for sure, he'd said.) It helped that he always gave enough money for both the condoms and a sweet treat.
He tossed the wrapper off to the side and popped the cap of the lube open. Once upon a time, you swore you didn't need it and never would need it—some sort of pride thing, but also because he always made sure you were wet enough and prepared. But there had come a day when you'd been going for what felt like hours after he'd returned from a long time away on tour, unable to keep your hands off each other, and you'd tried it out. Suffice to say, it was life-changing for you both.
He lathered just a small bit on himself, collecting the excess to run it over your folds, making you shiver. He used the shirt sitting diagonally across his chest to clean off his hand because you'd once complained about how it made you feel sticky and tacky wherever he grabbed you.
You hoped the shirt he was wearing wasn't one of those uber-expensive designer brand ones. He was typically pretty good about keeping those pristine, but again, his thoughts seemed to take a backseat in these moments.
"Ready, baby?" he asked, using his clean hand to hitch your knee higher.
You hooked your calf around his lower back to pull him closer. "What do you think?"
You made sure it was a yes or no question this time.
His hand dropped between you, fingers so easily gliding in and out of you with a squelch.
"Mmh. You're ready."
The pressure of him slowly sliding into you was so delectable, it always was. Like puzzle pieces, you fit together so perfectly.
"You're so perfect," he groaned. "So perfect for me."
Same wavelength, as always, you smiled, head thrown back.
"Look at you," he continued, his head dipped down so he could fixate on where we disappeared and reappeared. "Look at us."
You loved how chatty he got in these beginning moments. Soon enough, he'd go quiet so he could concentrate, but for now his every thought left his lips.
"Touch me," he said. "Anywhere. Just touch me."
And who were you to deny him something that you both wanted? You brought your hands up and over his shoulders, fingers entangling in the hair at his scalp. And you tugged, just like you'd wanted to do from the very beginning.
"Harder," he gasped.
You pulled again, though some distant part of you truly was concerned about his delicate hair.
His next moan came out more like a whimper, and he punctuated it with a thrust. You couldn't help a sound of your own, wondering if you'd ever get used to the feeling of him reaching so deep inside you, and he chuckled breathlessly in response.
The rhythm he'd previously set sped up and he brought a hand down to press on your bundle of nerves. With every circle he made over the bud, he timed a thrust, and with a quiet cry, your hips bucked up into him, seeking more, more, more.
When you looked up at him, you noticed his tongue caught between his teeth, which normally meant there'd be no more talking from him. Too focused on your pleasure, too focused on making sure there was a steady climb to the peak for both of you.
Eventually, a familiar heat built and built in your gut and your arms began to shake.
"Lix," you simpered, "I'm close."
"Uhuh," was all he got out.
He was close, too.
You yanked at his hair as the fire in your stomach finally crested and a full-body tremor wracked through you. Behind your eyelids, there were literal sparks of light, fireworks of pelasure. His head fell to your shoulder as you felt your walls pulse and clench around him in your comedown.
"F—uck me," he stuttered, managing a couple more thrusts before he tipped over the edge right after you.
He amazed you—everything he did amazed you—but something about the way he unraveled was mesmerizing each time. Mesmerizing even as he plopped down on top of you, not even fully removed yet, sweaty and limp and heavy.
You had just enough energy and breath in your lungs to giggle.
"Laughin' at me?" he rasped against your neck, but you could tell he was also seconds away from laughing.
"Yeah," you answered honestly, letting the tight grip you had on his hair loosen to gently comb through the knots. "Who cums saying 'Fuck me'? Little late for that, don't you think?"
He let out his own chuckle at that. "Slipped out."
"Such a dirty mouth," you said, kissing his head. "Should wash it out with soap."
"You like my dirty mouth," he defended, leaning up on an elbow to provide him with the space to kiss up and down your jaw pointedly. And, because he likely couldn't help himself, he smushed his face deeper into your neck and blew a loud raspberry.
You sputtered out into laughter, cringing away from him.
"Right?" he asked, sparkling eyes grinning down at you.
'Twas true, you sighed with a nod. You liked everything about his mouth, from how pretty it was all the way down to how vulgar it was.
Finally, he leaned all the way off you, and you felt the almost-ticklish feeling of him sliding out of you. You felt so empty without him... and sticky, too. He turned away slightly, scooching off the bed to dispose of the condom in the attached bathroom.
You bit your lip to hide a grin as you watched his bare backside disappear from view. Sure, he was sexy beyond belief, but he was also just so cute. Especially with his shirt still goofily hanging off him.
When he returned, he brought with him a warm, wet washcloth, a dixie cup of water (that he typically used for his mouthwash), and a tube of lip balm. He handed you the cup and chapstick as you sat up just slightly to drink, and then sat beside your thigh to begin wiping you down.
After taking a few sips of the water, you held it out to him to drain the remaining gulp's worth, and he smiled, letting you tilt the cup for him. You set the empty cup down on the bedside table, applied some of the lip balm, and merely watched him.
You wanted him in every way. How was that possible? How could you want someone you already had? Someone you already had in the most intimate way you could have someone, in fact. You'd never get enough of him.
You brushed your hands along his shirt, not wanting to ever be separate from him. One of your fingers brushed a dry, flakey spot and you whinged, subtly creeping one hand up and around the collar to look at the tag.
"Ugh, Felix," you chided. "You got lube on Louis?"
He threw his head back as he cackled. "Not lube on Louis!"
You lightly smacked his shoulder.
"It'll come out," he swore, finishing up with the washcloth. He leaned over and smeared his lips against yours, stealing some of the lip balm you applied, and patted your leg. "Now go pee so we can cuddle."
"What, you're not going to continue building your keyboard?" you asked, looking over to the desk where a deconstructed mechanical keyboard was surrounded by switches.
"That can wait," he asserted, waving his hand flippantly. "Cuddling cannot."
And, once more, who were you to deny him something you both wanted?
Pairing: OT8 x Reader
Warnings: Explicit content! MDNI
WC: 5200
Bang Chan:
“Oh really?” he asks, ears going red. He looks away, staring at the ceiling before glancing back at you. “Never?” you shook your head. He tongues the inside of his cheek and you fidget under his sudden intense gaze.
“Do you wanna…” you bite your lip, thinking for a moment. “Would you want to help me try?” His eyes go wide for a second before looking at you.
“You want me to?” he asks, shy. You nod your head and press your thighs together.
Your boyfriend is hot. There’s no denying that fact, even now as he sits across from you in a black tank top and a pair of grey sweats. Even without trying, he’s effortlessly sexy. Though the relationship is new, you aren’t a stranger to makeout sessions and Chan, well it’s just in his nature to walk around and sleep naked. So, even though this would be your first time… you’ve wanted him. Craved his touch from the first moment he kissed you. So when he asks “Are you sure?” You don’t even hesitate before answering “Yes.”
He pulls you to his chest. You immediately get chills as you feel his breath on your neck, your back pressed against his front. You can feel the sizeable bulge in his sweats pressed against you and as much as you want to press against it, to turn this onto him, when his hand snakes down your front you throw your head back and focus on the pleasure he’s giving you. His mouth is on your jaw and your neck and long gone is that shy act–you know exactly who you’re dealing with now. The man who isn’t afraid to take his shirt off on stage. The man who shamelessly flirts with Stays.
“You already look so pretty for me,” he says into your ear. You can tell he’s smiling without looking at him. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already so wrecked for me?” You nod fervently as he hikes your shirt up, revealing you to him. “Say stop at any time,” he tells you with a kiss. The ever-caring lover you’ve fallen in love with, even when at his sexiest can’t not check in with you.
He makes you watch every movement, every flick of his hand against your nipples. His warm breath and tongue against your skin, the absolutely filthy words he whispers in your ears when you aren’t looking him in the eyes.
It feels so natural when his hand connects with your core and you’re already soaking wet. It takes him by surprise and he almost pulls his hands out of your shorts but you close your thighs around him, needy and desperate for his touch.
“Please,” you say, looking up and blinking at him. You can tell a comment is on the tip of his tongue, something about you being so wet or needy for him but you silence him with a kiss. His deft, knobby fingers slide into you then and he smirks, smirks at the effect he has on you. His fingers are long, skillful in the way that every touch is purposeful. He reaches spots that you couldn’t possibly reach with your own fingers and he touches your body as if he has memorized every inch of you already.
“Chris,” you whine, and that affects him in ways you don’t even know. You can feel him grow even harder behind you and he even ruts his hips into your back, groaning at the friction. He focuses on you though, one hand snaking up to rest on your neck.
You’re close. You’re close and he knows it and he touches you now with the intent of getting you to finish. He whispers and groans the filthiest shit in your ear until you’re burning up, absolutely flushed from all the things he tells you he wants to do to you.
You’re not surprised with how little effort it takes for him to push you over the edge. You pulse around his fingers as he keeps the same pace. He made you cum and he didn’t even have to take off your pants. You’re impressed but you know he would never take the compliment, that he would brush it off and turn red as if he didn’t just wreck you. He pulls his fingers from your center once you’ve come down from your high, sticking them into his mouth and moaning around his fingers.
“God that was hot,” he laughs.
You throw your arm over your face in embarrassment and he showers your face with kisses.
His arms tighten around you and he rocks you back and forth, giddy until you’re both a giggling mess.
Lee Know:
“Ahhh,” he nods. “I see.” He looks at you and where his hands rest underneath your shirt, playing with the hem. He thinks for a moment, biting his lip as he thinks of a way that he can help you without making you uncomfortable. An idea pops in his head and he looks at you and smirks, eyes dark with mischief.
He spreads his legs then, his muscular thighs straining the fabric of his jeans. You would be blind to not notice the large bulge straining for some relief but he tsks and guides your vision to his face. You go red-hot from being caught staring and he all but coos, grabbing your waist so that you’re straddling one, muscular thigh.
“Min–”
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he prefaces and he blows a strand of hair away from his face. God he’s so gorgeous that it’s lethal, knocking your breath out from your chest with one stare. “But, if you want, you can grind your pretty pussy on my thigh. You do all the work and I’ll just watch you, yeah?”
You feel shy from his gaze all of a sudden and he silences your thoughts with a kiss to your lips, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. He can’t stop his mouth from connecting to your skin, leaving hot wet kisses along your jaw, neck, and ear. When he nibbles on your ear and you feel his hot breath against you, you can’t help it when your hips kick forward desperate to get some friction.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Just like that.” Tentatively you roll your hips against the fabric again, head lolling back at the delicious friction it causes between your legs. True to his word he lets you do all the work, arms crossed behind his head and eyes heavy as he drinks you in. He smiles a familiar grin that causes you to heat up, one that’s smug but offensively gorgeous.
You feel spurred on by the look he’s giving you and the feeling between your legs and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips when he tenses his thigh.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” he says softly. You’re rocking yourself back and forth on him in earnest now, feeling your high start to build up. But you’re sensitive now and you’re starting to lose your rhythm, your hips becoming tired.
“Min I can’t,” you whine, losing that feeling that had slowly started to build.
“I gotcha,” he says, grabbing your hips for you. He rocks you back and forth using his own strength, not forgetting to push his thigh harder against your core. He works you back up embarrassingly fast and before you know it you’re spilling over the edge with your back arched and a loud cry. Just as he allows you to slow down he presses a kiss against your lips, breathing in your moans. You slump against his shoulder then and he strokes your back. “Beautiful,” he whispers.
Changbin:
Changbin doesn’t react at all when you tell him. His arms are full of you, who is currently straddling his lap happily. Your makeout session was starting to get a little intense and you could tell that it was likely to escalate–which you had no problem with, but you couldn’t stop the confession from releasing from your lips.
He stares at you. No acknowledgement whatsoever. You gulp nervously… any reaction would be better than no reaction, you think.
“Bin?” you ask, breaking his focus. You’re worried that you ruined the mood, suddenly anxious. “Should I not have said that? We can stop,” you say, lifting your hips to get off of him when he grabs your waist, setting you down flush against his hips.
“Sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. “I think… I was flustered.”
“Huh?”
“That turned me on more than it should have,” he admits with a small smile, staring at the wall next to him. You coo at the blush on his face, his ears turning suddenly red. His bulge pressing into your clothed core further proves his point–he wasn’t lying. You hate to admit how turned on you are now too, his thick cock pressing against you making less-than-pure thoughts run through your head.
Your lips reattach to his in a messy kiss and your hands are everywhere, feeling his broad, toned pecs, his muscular shoulders, his tummy… You press kisses against his throat, his collarbone, his sternum and you can feel his cock twitch in his sweats. The thought that he’s just as aroused as you are, with your panties probably soaked from your arousal, pushes you even further. You rock yourself against his clothed cock, relishing in the way it presses against your clit just right. The groan he lets out is heavenly, his head thrown back in bliss. This gives you the perfect opportunity to lean forward and bite the junction between his neck and shoulder, sucking a pretty purplish-red mark in its wake.
His hips thrust up on instinct and you whine… This must have been the breaking point, you think, because he grabs your hips so tightly you think they will bruise… and he thrusts his hips up into yours so harshly that you let out a shriek in surprise.
“Fuck… is this okay?” he asks, looking utterly debauched. You nod, trying to rock your hips in tandem but his grip is too tight–he’s in control. He’s lifted you up off of him a few inches and pistons his hard bulge into your core, the same way he would if he were fucking you. His cock slides deliciously against your clit every time and though you don’t know the feeling, you think your high is starting to build up.
“Just like that, Bin,” you tell him, scrunching your eyes shut and throwing your head back.
He growls. “You like that? You like when my cock touches your pretty pussy? You’re soaking me, fuck. I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in my pants you’re so hot, baby.”
You feel your core start to tighten and his hand tightens in your hair, grabbing your face to push your lips against his in a hard but messy kiss. The second your lips come in contact you start to cum, spasming around nothing as he continues to drill his cock against you.
It takes only a few seconds for Changbin to cum too, grabbing your hips and holding you tight against his bulge. You feel him pulsing in his pants, thick spurts of his arousal shooting out and soaking the sweats. It’s so erotic and he is a sight to behold when he cums, sweat glistening across his forehead and the veins of his forearms protruding from where he holds you tight.
When he looks up at you he has the audacity to look sheepish again. You smack his shoulder lightly with a smile. “No need to be shy on me now,” you tease. He lifts you up, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your arms slung around his neck.
“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” he chuckles. You answer him with a kiss.
Hyunjin:
Hyunjin lets out a gasp as if what you have just told him is heresy. Ever the drama-queen, you have to remind your boyfriend to keep his voice down–you’re in public. You’re not even sure how the topic came up, honestly, and part of you wishes that you had kept this information to yourself. Hyunjin, the man that he is, cannot let you keep anything to yourself. He instantly pries for the details despite your red-hot face.
“How often have you tried?” he asks, more excited than he should be. “You have tried, right? You just can’t…” you slap a hand over his mouth, looking around you.
“We can talk about this later,” you hiss. He gives you a giddy smile. You can tell he won’t forget about this.
Sure enough, he’s back on you the moment you walk through the door.
“Why do you care so much?” you groan.
“Because that means I get to help you,” he says with a glint in his eyes. “I get to be your first.”
Oh. Oh. Well, maybe you like that idea more than you’re willing to admit.
“Can I? Would you let me?”
“Hyune, how would you even–”
You let out a yelp when he rolls onto your back, rolling you on top of him.
“You could sit on my face,” he suggests. He must see your hesitation because he calms you down by rubbing your thighs. “Grind your pretty cunt all over my tongue.”
You squeeze your legs together from where you sit on top of him, ineffective due to Hyunjin’s broad frame below you.
“Are you sure?” you ask. “It’s just… what if I hurt you? What if you don’t like it, or you can’t breathe–”
“Shh, pretty,” he coos. “It only matters if you like it, but trust me I’ll like it too. I can tap your thigh if I need to breathe. You won’t hurt me, okay? You can go as crazy as you’d like.”
Reluctantly (and a bit nervously), you agree, rolling off of him to take off your pants. You’re already insanely aroused, embarrassingly so just from seeing the gorgeous man beneath you, rock hard in his pants. As you timidly straddle his face, you’re surprised when he pulls your core right onto his face.
“Hyunjin!” you cry, jerking up.
“Relax,” he smiles. “No need to be shy. Actually sit.” He lightly taps your ass and you lower yourself onto him, letting out a sigh when he swipes his tongue through your folds. He moans into your center, mumbling something akin to ‘tastes good’ and you relax. When his tongue circles your clit you think electricity has spread throughout your entire body and you lurch forward, his grip on your thighs unwavering.
“Shit, Hyune, that feels good,” you tell him, his tongue alternating between sucking and flicking your clit to shallowly fucking your hole. You can’t help but rock back and forth on his face, any inhibitions thrown out the window. He groans and sighs into your cunt, clearly enjoying himself as well. He works you up surprisingly fast and he sticks his tongue out wide, letting you ride it and pleasure yourself on it the way you want. His tongue is warm and wet and feels heavenly against your folds and you grind yourself to a finish, his grip on your hips helping to aid you to your release.
He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, releasing with a pop as he gently licks up your release. You roll off of him and catch your breath, staring at the ceiling in awe.
“Was it everything you’ve ever dreamed of?” he asks breathlessly, licking his lips of your arousal. “We’re going to need to do that again,” you laugh incredulously. “Your tongue… no wonder I couldn’t get myself off if that’s what I was missing.” He laughs and rolls on top of you, pressing a long kiss against your lips. He tastes of you and that somehow makes it even better.
Han:
You flush when he makes the suggestion. Mutual masturbation.
“I have a hard time… I’ve never been able to make myself finish before, though,” you remind him.
“Yeah yeah, I know,” he says. “But it’ll be hot. And maybe it can help you…”
“But what if you finish first?” you ask him. “Won’t that be… unsexy?”
“Unsexy? God no,” he laughs “If anything, I can help you finish after, if you want.”
“O…Okay,” you agree.
The kisses start off messy and you find yourself wanting to wrap your hands around his waist. “No… no touching,” he tells you. “Just kissing. No touching one another’s bodies. It will make it feel better. It will be sexier if we can just… watch.”
You agree with him. The wet, sloppy kisses come to an end with a string of saliva connecting you too. You watch intently as he palms himself through his sweats, grabbing his length with a groan.
“You make me so hard, baby,” he tells you. You feel entranced, lifting up your shirt and playing with your chest as he watches. You grope yourself, teasing your nipples while your gaze never leaves his, the way his eyes stare at you and each movement has you unknowingly biting your lip.
He pulls his sweats down and palms himself through his underwear before stroking his cock through the fabric, hissing at the friction. Feeling bold, you free yourself of your underwear and move so that he can get a better view. His eyes look so wide and full of lust as he finally frees his cock and starts touching himself properly.
He was right. It was erotic for sure. You couldn’t help how turned on you felt as you touched yourself, shallowly fucking yourself with one finger as he watches. He’s beautiful. This is a fact you have always known but right now, as he fists his cock and his hips jump up to meet his hand you can’t help but admire how beautiful, his brows furrowed and eyes struggling to remain watching you.
This is the first time you’ve properly seen one another without clothes on, and while you have had a few intense makeout sessions and heavy petting, you have yet to go this far. You can’t say you regret it when his whines are so perfect, his neediness as he throws his head back and touches himself with such a vice grip.
“You’re so hot,” you tell him and he moans.
You fuck yourself even harder on your fingers, trying to bring yourself close to the edge. He watches when you start squelching around your fingers, so wet that the sound is borderline obscene. You can tell he’s close even though you’re struggling, but you swear you have never been closer to orgasm than when you saw Jisung cum all over himself, shooting his release on his stomach with a cry of your name. Your fingers speed up and you’re still not sure if you’re close, but before you can say anything Jisung crosses the bed. He attaches his lips to your clit without a second thought, his fingers replacing your own. He’s a sight to behold, hair sticking to his forehead and sweat glistening down his toned chest. It takes a few minutes but he doesn’t give up (even though you likely would have by now), he licks and sucks you through your first orgasm.
“God I could cum again just from that sight,” he admits with a shy chuckle once he lifts his head up from between your legs.
Felix:
It was all because of a stupid card game. Okay, maybe some alcohol was involved too. It was one of those couple’s games and in your newly relationship-state, Felix suggested you play together. A little bit too much wine and a series of giggles and here you were.
“What is the most amount of orgasms you’ve had in one day?” Felix read the card, a blush spreading across his face.
“It doesn’t say that,” you laugh, reaching for the card. Sure enough… You let out a sigh. “Truthfully?” you ask.
“Well–only if you want to,” he backtracks. “You… you don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
“No, Lix, it’s fine, it’s just…” you run a hand through your hair, exasperated. “Zero. The answer is zero. I’ve never cum before.”
“But… you had a boyfriend before me, I thought?”
“Yeah,” you laugh. “That doesn’t mean he made me cum.” He looks at you thoughtfully, ultimately deciding to table the conversation. You were grateful. You’re both a little too tipsy and flustered to be having this conversation. You watch a movie and curl up against his chest, game long forgotten as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
***
It’s about a week later when Felix shows up at your door with a suspiciously large package in his hands. You were expecting him for date night but not aware of what he brought with him.
“What’s that?” you ask. You don’t miss the way his ears turn red.
“This is for later,” he tells you. “It’s a surprise.” You shrug it off and almost forget about it until after dinner. He brings you into your bedroom and hands you the package.
“I remembered our conversation from last week,” he admits. “How you said you’ve never… so I bought some things that I thought you could use.”
“Use? To help me cum?”
He coughs, clearing his throat. “Um, yeah. I just thought… and I don’t even need to be here when you use them, but I thought that you could use some… tools? I don’t know.”
“Do you want to see me use them, Lix?” you all but purr. He looks at you sheepishly.
“I wouldn’t say no,” he laughs. “Only if you’re comfortable.”
You open the package, then. A large dildo. A smaller one. A bullet vibrator. Some things you’ve never even seen before.
“Wow, Felix, this is…” you lift up one of the larger toys to inspect it. “Was this expensive?”
“Don’t worry about that,” he tells you. “It’s an investment.”
And that’s how you end up spread on your bed, Felix watching from a chair at the end of your bed.
“I can always take a video,” he suggests. You furrow your brow. “Y’know, that way if you have a hard time finishing, we can watch it back and review and see where it went wrong?”
“Felix I KNOW you did not just suggest having a VOD review of my masturbation session,” you laugh. “I’m not one of your games you know.”
He looks away shyly. You acquiesce. “If you want to record… use my phone though.” He looks way too excited as he grabs your phone and props up the camera as you start to play with yourself, fucking yourself with one of the vibrating dildos he bought. It felt really good, and it was just an added bonus that the sexiest man alive was watching you.
“You can go deeper,” he drawls. You can tell he’s accentuating his deep voice because he knows it turns you on. “Don’t be afraid to really press the end of it against your clit.”
The toys worked you up faster than you ever imagined and you squirmed beneath his gaze. Felix stands, bringing the camera even closer to your sopping entrance, really trying to get a good view of the camera. “You’re doing so good,” he tells you.
You can’t help it. You cum. The vibrations from the toy, the camera, Felix’s watchful eyes and words… it was all just too much. You writhe through your orgasm until you reach overstimulation, turning off the toy and throwing an arm over your eyes.
Felix is quick to jump into the bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses.
“That was… wow,” you tell him.
“Wanna watch the video?” he asks, voice laced with excitement.
Seungmin:
“Never,” he deadpans.
“Nope,” you repeat.
“Well, like, how do you do it?”
“What do you mean?” you can’t help the blush that spreads across your face.
“You’re probably doing it wrong,” he explains.
“I know you’re not mansplaining to me how to masturbate,” you roll your eyes.
“No,” he sighs, exasperated. “I’m just saying maybe I can help. It would be easier if you showed me.”
“Showed you?”
“Don’t be dense, love. Just take your pants off, if you want, and touch yourself in front of me. I can guide you, if you’d like.”
You were definitely blushing now.
“Can you kiss me first?” you ask. You don’t know why but you felt like breaking that barrier would make things a little easier. He smiles, pushing his hand through his hair before leaning forward, capturing your lips in his. His hand brushed through your hair, deepening the kiss. When you pulled apart you felt a rush of confidence, pulling your pants and panties down to reveal yourself to him. He watches you from the end of the couch with his arms crossed, lips shut tight.
You let him watch as you trail your hands down to your center, spreading your legs wider when you see him trying to get a better look. You circle your clit with one finger, dipping into your entrance to gather your arousal. You switch between fucking yourself with your finger and circling your clit, no sense of rhythm. Though Seungmin pins you with your gaze and causes your arousal to strengthen, you can’t build yourself up the way you want. You get frustrated. Seungmin takes notice.
“Lift your shirt up,” he commands. He watches as you hesitate but follow his direction, lifting up your shirt with his heavy gaze. “Use your thumb and pointer finger. Trace your nipples.” You do what he tells you, following his instruction to tease, circle, and pinch your nipples.
“Use one hand. Wet it with your tongue. Get a lot of spit–yeah, like that. Touch your clit.” He lets out a breath when you release a shaky moan. “Use one hand and circle your clit and use the other hand to touch your pretty nipples. Go back and forth between circling it and flicking it. Figure out what feels better.”
You squirm at the oversensitivity.
“Seung,” you moan. “Feels good but… can’t you just touch me? I want to feel you.”
He shakes his head. “No, baby. You need to do it yourself. I want you to know how to make yourself feel good.” You let out a frustrated sigh but continue to follow his direction.
“Use your other hand now and push it inside. You can start with one finger. Don’t stop the momentum you’ve got on your clit but slowly fuck yourself with one finger. Good. Try curling it.”
You can’t deny how good it feels–better than you’ve ever made yourself feel. You notice the bulge in his sweats and you whine. Teasing, you drag your foot up his thigh and try to press against his bulge to get a reaction from him. Before you can though he sighs and grabs your foot, harshly.
“Don’t try it,” he warns. He doesn’t release his grip from your ankle and you’re thankful for the touch. “Try adding another finger.” You do just as he tells you, curling them inside you as you continue to stimulate your clit.
“Seung, I’m… I think I’m close,” you say with a breath of surprise.
“Good,” he smiles. “Don’t let up on the pace. Try to stay as consistent as you can. You’re doing so good for me, baby. Does that feel good? You’re so pretty, you have such a pretty pussy–”
You cut him off with a loud yell as you cum all over your fingers. Your legs kick up, unable to control them but he grabs your thighs and holds you down, rubbing small circles into your skin.
When your breathing finally calms down he shoots you a grin. He opens his arms and you crawl right into them, laying your head against his chest.
“Wasn’t trying to ‘mansplain,’” he mutters against your head. “Just wanted to see if I could help.”
You laugh sleepily. “I know, Minnie. You did a good job. Thank you.”
Jeongin:
With the way he smiles at you you’re not sure if he heard you right–he looks too giddy, dimples protruding from his face in a way that makes you want to poke him.
“What–” you ask, taken aback. You were in the midst of a makeout session that had started to get a little too heated and you felt the need to confess your little problem. You were self-conscious about it and unsure how he would react but this is not what you expected.
“Can I help?” he asks.
“Help–”
“Touch you,” he clarifies. “Let me touch you?” He trails his hands up and down your cheek. Hot from his suggestion. But you’ve always loved his hands, long and veiny, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t imagine how they would feel.
“Okay,” you stutter. “But if you can’t make me finish–”
“Shhh,” he kisses you. “Let’s not worry about that now. Just let me touch you and make you feel good, and if I can get you to cum that would be amazing. If not, nobody will be offended, yeah?”
He sits up then and before you can ask what he’s doing he bends you over his lap. Your breath hitches and he runs a hand up and down your ass, grabbing and kneading the flesh. You’re glad he can’t see your face because you’re sure you’re flushed beyond belief. He touches you over your shorts and when you start to squirm he lands a warning tap to your ass that makes you yelp. He takes his time touching you through the fabric and circling your clothed clit before he lifts your hips up, pulling your shorts and panties off at the same time.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he teases, gathering your wetness with his fingers. “All this for me?”
“Mmm,” you respond unintelligently, wiggling your ass to get your point across. Still he teases, never quite touching you where you need him.
“Jeong-In… Innie, please, touch me,” you whine. He coos at the desperate tone of your voice before allowing his fingers to finally push into your entrance. You welcome the intrusion and you’re glad that he starts slow, fucking you deep and with purpose.
“Feels good,” you moan, burying your head deeper into the sheets.
“Yeah?” he asks. He fucks his fingers into at a speed that you couldn’t imagine possible, a large hand splayed onto your lower back to hold you in place. You can’t help the sounds that escape your mouth and you vaguely realize that Jeongin is talking, whispering filthy things in your ear.
“Fuck, baby… your pussy is so tight. So perfect,” he groans. “So warm and wet… this pussy is all mine, yeah?”
“Oh my GOD, fuck, Jeongin!” you cry out. His words add fuel to the fire, allowing the warmth to spread through you and speed up your impending climax. He doesn’t relent, staying at the same pace and hitting that spot deep inside of you that has you seeing stars with his long, deft fingers. He hits that same spot every time and suddenly you’re cumming, spasming around his fingers. You swear you can hear his grin but you couldn’t care, not with the intensity of your orgasm. When you’ve come down from your high he strokes your back, letting your breathing even out. He reaches a hand around to your face and shows you his wet fingers, groaning when you wrap your lips around them.
“I can make you cum in other ways,” he suggests. “Want me to show you?”
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hyunjins fingers were pistoning in and out of your sopping pussy. the wet squelching sounds making your head spin. he always seemed to hit spots deep inside you you couldn’t reach yourself. his long slender fingers pressing right up against your g-spot, massaging deeply and making your tummy feel weird.
the wet squelching grew louder and your soft pants increased in speed, “h-hyunnie..! feels weird, s-stop..”
his fingers didn’t slow their speed, “feels weird muse? hm?”
your cheeks burned bright and it felt humiliating to utter out the words, “feels like i h-have to pee..”
hyunjin ignored your little complaint, knowing your body better than you and his fingers picked up speed. he even went as far to rub circles on your clit with his other hand. you cried out at the feeling, it felt so dirty but so good and you felt the knot tighten in your tummy, the urge to go getting stronger with each swift movement of his fingers.
“hyunjin! ngh-please, i can’t! stop im gonna-!” you didn’t know how to finish the sentence, you didn’t know what you were going to do but you felt like you were about to snap at any second.
he hummed, fake compassion dripping from his tone, “oh i know baby, it’s so much hm? you gonna make a mess for me?”
your voice cracked, your moans dirty and raw as you let go. the knot in your tummy snapped and your thighs shook violently as your cunny squirted out. hyunjin was quick to pull out his fingers, his other hand speeding up on your clit, your fluids spraying all over him but he didn’t care, this is exactly what he wanted. you arched your back into his touch, craving more even though you were still leaking all over the bed.
“that’s right honey, make a mess for me.” he groaned, voice deep with lust.
your moans turned to pathetic whimpers as the overstimulation hit you. your pussy had calmed down, your climax having washed over as your squirting died down. hyunjin pulled his dripping fingers away from your cunt and brought them to his lips, making a show of wrapping his lips around them and licking your juices off them.
“think you can do that again?” he asked as he pulled his fingers out with a wet pop.
synopsis ᜊ‧₊˚ each members fav position to have you in :p
wc ᜊ‧₊˚ 859
warnings ᜊ‧₊˚ SMUT, piv, slight mention of choking, spanking, hair pulling, jeongin is a lil mean? not much tho/slight exhibitionist
a/n ᜊ‧₊˚ sigh i wanna do more posts like these i love them
chan : missionary or mating press
we BEEN knowing this. he loves to see how good he’s making you feel, watching your face contort in pleasure as he holds your legs up on his shoulders, hitting new depths. sometimes if he’s feeling bold he’ll reach down and wrap a hand around your throat GRRRR.
“fuck baby, look at how well you’re taking me,” his hand reaching down to rub circles on your clit, “such a drooling pretty mess for me.”
lee know: doggy
ass UP face DOWN. if you were particularly bratty that day, it gives him free access to your ass and omg he takes advantage of that (you’re getting spanked !) gives him completely control of the pace and position and LORDDDD he teases you so much knowing that.
a swift hand came down on your ass cheek, a pretty pink mark already forming as he gripped your hair in his other hand, yanking your head up. “yea you like that honey?” he hissed in your ear, “‘s what you get for being a brat all day”
changbin : up against a wall or reverse cowgirl
when he needs you he needs you NEOW. most of the time when it’s up against a wall, he won’t even wait until you two are fully unclothed. his pants and boxers pooling around his ankles and your pants pulled down and panties pulled to the side, and if he’s extra horny, he’ll lift up your shirt to stare at your boobs. when he’s less needy and more patient, he LOVES to have you ride him. but it’s gotta be reverse, obviously he loves to stare at your tits but it’s just smth about watching your ass bounce on him gets him painfully hard.
“baby sshh..gotta keep it quiet if you don’t want the neighbors to hear us” he shushed, knowing damn well with how fast he was fucking you that that would impossible, and might even leave a hole in the wall!!
hyunjin: spooning
something about the perfect curve of your waist or the easy access to your boobs he has from his position behind you, but it just gets him going! he’ll even be so generous to help hold your leg up for you when you get too fucked dumb to hold it up yourself! he loves gripping your thighs while pounding into you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he stares at you with pure love in his eyes.
the sound of skin slapping filled the room as his grip on your leg tightened, “you going dumb on my dick muse? hm?” he taunted as his thrusts picked up speed.
han: praying mantis
he loves just being close to you!! pressing his cheek up against your extended leg as his thrusts get sloppy cause he feels soooo good. loves the stability of it too cause let’s be honest he gets stupid in that pussy! gives him perfect view of your fucked out cunt and how perfectly he fills you up.
“baby!” his whines grow louder and more desperate, drool dripping off his tongue as he stares down at how wet you are, god you’re dripping around his cock! he presses kisses against your leg as he whispers about how good it feels.
felix: 69
he’s all about making sure yall are getting the same amount of pleasure and what’s easier then doing it at the same time! he loves being SMOTHERED in your pussy omg suffocate him. his arms will wrap around your hips making sure you don’t squirm too far. but above all, the sound of you gagging on his cock gets not only him rock hard, but leaves you dripping in his mouth!
he couldn’t even speak, not when his mouth was full of your cunt, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. his mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking gently as he felt your mouth take him deeper. he pulled away for a second, letting out little whimpers, “fuck baby just like that, choke on my dick”
seungmin: lotus
idk man i just feel like he likes to hold u and just be kinda close. unpopular opinion maybe but i feel like he’s the least freaked out of the members so just being close to his partner during such an intimate time is important to him and what could be more close then being all tangled together??
“i know honey it feels so good doesn’t it?” he mumbled against your lips as he grinds into you deeper, hitting all the right spots.
jeongin: bent over anything
he’s a needy man when it comes to you so ANYTIME ANYWHERE ON ANY SURFACE. bent over the counter, the bed, the hood of his car?? he doesn’t care he’s impatient and wants your pussy NOW. you didn’t hear this from me but he loves the potential thrill of being caught GASP.
his thrusts came in hard, leaving you gasping and drooling for air as you scrambled to find anything on the counter to hold onto. “you like that huh? you like that anyone can walk in and see me pounding you on the counter? of course you do.”
drabble — nothing melts his exhaustion other than your touch.
more than anything, chan thinks the most exhausting an idol do is the unending tours they need to fulfill for their fans. it leaves him drained and exhausted, body aching for the soft mattress of his apartment, and beside him was you who would cuddle him the best.
that's what chan misses every time they go abroad to attend schedules, tours, and interviews outside korea. the last time he was home was 3 months ago and everything is tolling on him already.
well not much longer because his 15 minutes away from his apartment. knees and muscles shaking, excitement chewing on his bones. he can't wait to see you. to kiss you, to feel your touch.
and he wasn't disappointed once he came home.
you have him exactly where he wants to be. sprawled on the bed, wrist tied on the head board matching with a silk blind fold on his eyes. his lips glistening from the amount of saliva that pools on his mouth while you stroke his cock slow and long. deliberately prolonging the orgasm the is building on his stomach.
"please—" he breathed after long minutes of your fingers dancing over his skin, barely grazing where he needed you most.You smiled, leaning in to kiss the corner of his jaw.
“patience, channie. you lasted two months. you can wait a little longer for me.”
a broken whimper escaped him when you finally freed him from his clothes, your palm wrapping around his throbbing length with feather-light pressure. you stroked him so slowly it was almost cruel—long, languid movements that had his hips twitching helplessly against the restraints.
every time he got close, you slowed down even more, until he was trembling, chest heaving, lips parted on desperate little gasps.
“fuck— baby, i can’t— i’m so close—”
you keep the pace tortuously unhurried, thumb circling the head, spreading the precum that’s already leaking steadily. every twist of your wrist, every gentle squeeze pulls another desperate sound from him. His thighs tremble, biceps straining against the silk as he fights the urge to thrust into your hand.
“p-please… faster,” he gasps, voice cracking. “i can’t... I need—”
“not yet, pretty boy.” you whisper, leaning down to press a soft kiss just below his ear. “you’re going to cum exactly when i say you can, okay?”
he nods frantically, biting his lip hard enough to leave marks, completely at your mercy. You continue the slow, maddening rhythm—tight, slick strokes that build him up so gradually he’s shaking, whimpering your name like a prayer.
when you finally lean in and murmur “cum for me, channie” against his skin, his whole body goes rigid. a broken, guttural moan rips from his chest as he spills over your hand in thick pulses, hips stuttering helplessly against the restraints while you milk every last drop from him.
he’s still panting, trembling, when you gently remove the blindfold. those beautiful eyes, wet with overwhelmed tears, find yours immediately.
“welcome home, baby,” you whisper, brushing damp hair from his forehead.
bangchan gives you the softest, most blissed-out smile before muttering, .“god, i love you so much..”
okay, i know i should have posted this like 2 days ago already but fuck me and my work has been such a bitch with me so i had to spend the next 24 hours on a shift (the curse of being a health care worker.) BUT HEY! IT'S HERE. CHAN AND HIS MOMMY GF WITH FELIX <3333
HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!
Felix's heart hammered wildly against his ribs as he stepped into your and Chan's shared bedroom, the soft click of the door behind him echoing like a final seal on his fate. His palms were slick with nervous sweat; no matter how many times he wiped them down the front of his shirt, the dampness clung stubbornly to his skin.
Earlier that day, Chan had casually dropped the invitation—asking if he wanted to join the two of you in bed tonight—and the words had struck Felix like a bolt of electricity, knocking every ounce of air from his lungs.
He hesitated at the threshold for a heartbeat, feet rooted to the floor even as a treacherous heat began to bloom low in his belly. Part of him screamed to turn around, to laugh it off and flee back to the safety of his own room. This was dangerous. This was crossing a line he could never uncross. You and Chan were together... and yet here he was, standing in your most intimate space, pulse racing at the mere thought of what might happen.
But another part of him, darker, hungrier, wanted it. God, he wanted it. The idea of your hands on him, of Chan's deep voice murmuring commands while you both unraveled him, sent a shiver racing down his spine and straight to his cock. His mouth went dry as forbidden images flooded his mind: your lips parted in pleasure, Chan's strong fingers gripping his hips, the sounds the three of you might make together in the dark.
Felix swallowed hard, torn between bolting and stepping closer, his body already betraying him with the slow, insistent throb building between his legs.
A soft giggle slipped from your lips when you saw how adorably nervous Felix looked. You rose slowly from the bed, letting the delicate red lingerie cling to every curve of your body. The sight only made things worse for him.
You stepped closer and gently offered your hand.
“Come on, Lix,” you cooed softly, voice sweet and coaxing. “Don’t be nervous. Chan is right here. He won’t leave the room.”
And sure enough, Chan stayed exactly where he was, leaning back against the headboard. His dark eyes glinted with fascination and barely hidden excitement as he watched the two of you.
You settled comfortably between Felix's spread legs, pushing him gently until his back rested against Chan’s warm, solid chest. Felix’s hands clung desperately to Chan’s, as if they were the only thing keeping him anchored to reality.
Your fingers wrapped around Felix’s cock, stroking him in a slow, teasing rhythm, firm enough to keep him trembling on the edge, but never quite enough to let him fall over. Pretty moans spilled from his lips into yours, sometimes low and deep, sometimes high and breathy. Both you and Chan savored every sound as he slowly unraveled between you.
The shy, nervous Felix from moments ago had completely disappeared. In his place was a desperate, needy boy who was clearly enjoying every touch you gave him, even though all three of you knew it still wasn’t enough.
“P-please—” Felix huffed, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his hips started bucking up into your hand.
“Hm? What is it, Lix?” you cooed, tightening your grip around his throbbing length until he let out a low growl in his throat. “Come on, baby. Use your words.”
“Oh fuck!— Please… please, Noona,” he cried, a single tear slipping down his flushed cheek. “I need to cum. I-I want to cum so bad.”
The sight almost made you take pity on him. Instead, your eyes flicked up to meet Chan’s. His gaze was dark and gleaming with approval. He gave you a soft, reassuring smile before nodding once.
That was all the permission you needed.
Your hand immediately picked up speed, stroking Felix’s cock fast and tight. The younger man squirmed helplessly between your bodies, his back arching sharply. His fingers gripped Chan’s hands even harder as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in his stomach.
“You’re doing so good, Felix,” Chan murmured warmly against his ear, voice low and steady. “Go ahead. Don’t hold back. If you want to squeeze my hands tighter, move your hips, curse, shout, or moan — do it. We’re right here with you.”
Moans and broken curses kept tumbling from Felix’s mouth. His hips stuttered wildly, legs tensing as the orgasm built higher and higher—so long, so intense, and so fucking good.
“Fuck… fuck, fuck! Ahh—!”
Felix’s desperate cry shattered in the air as his hips jerked up sharply. His whole body tensed between you and Chan, every muscle pulling tight. With one final, broken moan, he finally let go.
Thick, warm ropes of cum spilled over your fingers and onto his own twitching stomach. Pulse after pulse, his cock throbbed hard in your tight grip as he came undone, painting his soft skin in messy white streaks. His back arched deeply against Chan’s chest, head falling back onto Chan’s shoulder while shaky, high-pitched whimpers slipped from his parted lips.
Felix’s body gradually went limp between you and Chan, his breathing slowing into soft, contented sighs. You gently released his spent cock and wiped your hand on the sheets before trailing soft, soothing touches over his cum-streaked stomach and chest. Chan continued murmuring sweet praises against Felix’s ear, his large hands rubbing slow, comforting circles along the younger man’s trembling thighs and sides.
“You were perfect, Lix,” Chan whispered tenderly. “So good for us… just rest now, baby.”
Felix let out one last sleepy little whine, his eyelids growing heavier with every gentle stroke from your fingers and every warm word from Chan. The overwhelming pleasure and careful aftercare had drained every last bit of tension from his body. Within minutes, his head lolled softly against Chan’s shoulder, lashes fluttering shut as he drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Once Felix was fully asleep, you leaned back against Chan’s chest and let out a quiet, amused breath.
“So…” you murmured, voice low so you wouldn’t wake the sleeping boy, “who do you think should be next?”
Chan’s lips curved into a slow, mischievous smile. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your waist as he considered the question, eyes glinting with excitement in the dim light.
“Hmm… I’ve been thinking about it,” he replied softly, his deep voice warm against your ear. “Maybe Seungmin? He’s been acting a little too cocky lately. Could be fun to watch him fall apart.”
You let out a soft laugh, snuggling closer to Chan while keeping one protective hand resting on Felix’s hip. “Seungmin it is then. Can't wait to tame the pup are you?”
A knowing smile flashed on Chan's face before giving you a soft kiss on the lips. “Been waiting for so long.”
