Synopsis: When your masseuse cancels on you last minute and Felix isn't handy, Changbin, disreguarding his crush on you, offers up his massaging services.
A/N: 18+ ONLY! Did I write 4.8k words of thick reader trash in one day today... maybe. You gonna be upset about it? I don't think so! LMAO! Six down two to go! If you liked this one give it a reblog, like, comment, hit me up in my ask box. Your feedback fuels my writing so please, don't be shy! As always warnings and smut below the cut!
Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, oral (m&f receiving), deep throating (a little), clit slapping, cock slapping (face/clit a little), spanking, spit play (a little), both dom/both sub dynamic (they switch although Changbin is the more dominant between the two), multiple orgasms/overstimulation, cum eating/cum play/cum shot, unprotected piv sex (use condoms please!), breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, cream pie, pet names (baby, princess, good girl/ Bin, Binnie, handsome, etc), I THINK that's everything but if I ever miss something please let me know and I will add it!
You were extremely thankful for your friends, but especially Seo Changbin. You had always been a bigger girl, even as a child. It was just your body type, your whole family was big, tall, stocky, chubby, so big surprise, you were too. You were very strong willed, also inherited from your family, and one of the many things you and Changbin had in common. Even being bigger, you were never very self-conscious about your body, everyone has an off day from time to time of course, but for the most part you loved your body. You were curvy and had a nice thick ass, big breasts, you thought your pooch was cute, but all that aside, recently you had made the decision to try and be a bit more active. You weren’t looking to lose weight, just tone a bit and have a little more energy. Who better to ask than your good friend Changbin, whose favorite past time was lifting heavy things for fun. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous, and you certainly wouldn’t mind him lifting your heavy ass for a little fun.
Changbin had been harboring a teensy crush on you for a while, so when you asked to tag along with him to the gym a few times a week he jumped at the chance to spend more time with you. You developed a routine easily. You did well with routine. Every other day you met Changbin to workout and your last workout day of the week you went to the masseuse and work out any knots you might have developed throughout your week. It was your routine... every week... except this week. About an hour into your workout with Changbin you got a text from your masseuse saying that she wouldn’t be able to get you in due to a family emergency. You groaned out when you read it and flopped back on the weight bench you had been using, sulking.
“What’s wrong?” Changbin walked over and saw you lying on your bench, your tight black shorts riding up slightly, more of your big silky thighs showing, your breasts were spilling from the top of your matching black sports bra. He spotted you when you grabbed the bar and started your last rep of bench presses. You grunted out as you pushed up.
“Guuh, I can’t get my massage todayaaaah... my lady cancelled on meughhh...” You lifted the bar one last time then secured the weights on the rack again and sat up, sweat dripping down your temples. Changbin tried to be respectful. He tried not picture the things he would kill to do to you, but it was hard between your noises and the way you were glowing from your workout. You pulled at your shoulder and dug your fingers into the muscles in your neck. You looked over your shoulder at Changbin who was staring at you.
“Hey!” He jumped snapping out of it.
“Do you think Yongbokie would give me a massage?” You asked hopeful. Changbin scrunched his face.
“He’s out of town this weekend.” You groaned falling back against the bench again, your full chest rising and falling as you caught your breath.
“Shit! Ugh! I was really needing one this week. I’ve been so stiff and sore. It’s only gonna get worse.” You pushed your sweaty hair out of your face and rested your arm across your eyes still catching your breath. When the idea popped in his head Changbin thought it was great and blurted it out immediately.
“Felix has shown me some things, I can massage you if that’ll help?” As soon as he said it, he regretted it for a multitude of reasons. What if he made you uncomfortable asking and you said no, what if you said yes?! Then Changbin would have to rub down your soft body and try to not get hard while doing so. You thought about it for a minute and then dropped your arm away from your face looking up at Changbin.
“Are you sure? You really don’t have to Bin. I can just wait for her next available day or beg Felix when he gets home later this weekend.” Changbin tried to act as cool as possible while his heart threatened to punch it’s way out of his chest.
“No! No, it’s okay really, I don’t mind at all.” You groaned sitting up and then stood pulling at your shoulder again.
“Okie doke! Lead the way then Binnie!” You both collected your belongings and headed over to the dorm Changbin shared with your other seven friends. When you got there Changbin let you in and you both dropped all your gym junk in the living room.
“Should I lie down here or should we go to your room in case any of the guys come home and want the living room?” Changbin saw your lips moving but wasn’t registering the words coming out.
“Huh?” He asked when he finally came around.
“In here or your room Binnie?” He cleared his throat.
“Uhh my room I suppose...” You nodded and started walking back to where the bedrooms were.
“Probably the smarter option really.” You said as you turned around and saw Changbin still frozen in his place.
“Bin?” He looked up at you a little wide eyed and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Are you coming or...”
“Of course, yes, I’m coming, right behind you.” His legs finally started to work and he followed you towards his room. When he walked in, he shut the door behind him.
“Bed or floor?” Changbin turned around quickly to find you looking at him waiting for your answer.
“I guess the bed would be more comfortable for you.” You nodded and walked over to his bed crawling onto it on your hands and knees your plump ass jiggling. Changbin willed his cock not to react but could already tell this was going to be trouble. You laid down flat on your tummy and the swell of your ass was full and firm. Once you had found a comfortable position, your head resting on your crossed arms you gave Changbin the okay.
“Alright Bin, work your magic.” Oh there was definitely some magic he’d like to work on you. Get your shit together Changbin, is what he told himself as he walked over and climbed on the bed, straddling your body and sitting on your ass.
“Uh, sorry if I’m squishing you.” You hummed.
“Hmm? Oh, no you’re fine, my ass is squishy so you’re not hurting me or anything.” He ignored that very accurate description of your butt and how it made him feel and grabbed the lotion off his nightstand.
“Oh! Will you unzip the back so that we don’t get lotion on my sports bra?” Changbin’s face was so red, he was ready to blow and could not be happier that you couldn’t see him, sitting there on your ass, blushing at the idea of opening your bra.
“O-okay.” Was all he managed to choke out before reaching for the zipper on the back of your sports bra and pulling down leaving your back completely bare to him. He grabbed the lotion bottle and pumped a healthy amount into his hand. He set the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together warming the lotion up a bit before leaning forward and running his hands up your back and then over your shoulders squeezing and sliding his hands back down.
“UghhhmmmBin... that feels so good.” Changbin needed you to refrain from saying things like that. He could only keep his dick in control for so long and he could feel it starting to stir in his boxer briefs. The massage, your back, focus on you. That didn’t really help either, as his hands worked over the muscles of your glistening back. You continued with the small moans after every knot Changbin worked out. Every muscle loosened on you made his cock start to throb more as it swelled. No no no! He thought to himself. Do. Not! Get a hard on right now.
“Will you work deeper into my shoulders?” That meant he had to lean against you, his erection would definitely press against you if he did that. He slowly worked his way up your back, trying to get his dick to go back down. His firm hands gripped your shoulders and started kneading, his hard cock as expected was pressed against you, only getting harder every time he moved against you.
“Mmmmm deeper Binnie...” He pushed his fingers deeper into your shoulders and neck working at the last of your stiff muscles fighting the urge to rut into you as he did and really show you deeper. You had no idea what you were doing to him. You were moaning and a little breathless from the intensely deep massage Changbin was giving you.
“Mmmmdeeperuhhhhh!” You moaned out louder and he was certain that he was gonna cum on himself if you kept at it. Finally, you let out one last satisfied groan.
“Gahhh that is just what I needed Changbinnie. Thank you.” He softly ran his hands up and down your back as a cool down from the pain he’d put you through. You were acting completely normal; you must not have felt his dick pressing against your ass although he wasn’t sure how.
“No problem, really.” He jumped off your back and scrambled to the side of his bed, attempting to hide his erection from you. You sat up and knelt on the bed by Changbin.
“Binnie?” He hummed in response unwilling to look at you. Worried that one look into his eyes would give him and his stupid crush away immediately. You crawled up right behind him so closely he could feel the warmth of your body. You lifted the hem of Changbin’s shirt. He lifted his arms allowing you to pull it up and over his head, his upper body exposed to you. His firm, muscular back facing you. You wrapped your arms around Changbin hugging him from behind. You rested your head on his broad shoulder and he could feel your nipples and your bare soft tits pressed against his naked back.
“Changbin? Do you have any stiff muscles?” Your hands reached down his body and you palmed his hard cock over his basketball shorts, kissing across his broad shoulders. Changbin’s breathing was becoming more labored.
“Wh-what are you doing y/n?” He asked nervously.
“Giving you a massage Binnie...” You said innocently as you started stroking his cock over the fabric of his shorts, your big breasts and soft tummy squishing against him with every movement. More kisses on his shoulder and up his neck.
“Uh.. Um... w-why?” You got close to Changbin’s ear licked the shell and started whispering.
“I know you have a crush on me Binnie. I see how you always look at me. You’re not as discreet as you think you are.” Changbin’s eyes closed as you jerked him off faster.
“I felt you pressing your big cock against me while you rubbed me down. Did you like touching my body?” Changbin nodded.
“Yes. F-fuck yes. I loved it!” You reached into his shorts and underwear. You softly ran the palm of your hand up and down his balls and shaft and as good as it felt, it gave him no real satisfaction yet.
“So hard Binnie! And leaking so much!” You grabbed one of his hands, pulling it behind him.
“Touch me Binnie, feel how fucking wet I am for you too baby.” His hand dipped past the elastic waist band of your gym shorts and when Changbin teased his fingers through your slit he felt how drenched you were for him. You moaned when he started teasing your clit.
“Spit on your cock for me Bin.” He leaned forward enough to spit on the head of his dick. You wrapped your fingers around him, spreading it up and down his shaft, then you started jacking him off from behind while he continued to reach around and play with your slick pussy.
“F-feels so good y/n, squeeze it harder please...” You did as he asked and squeezed him tighter as you stroked him, focusing on the head of his cock. The closer his orgasm got the faster his fingers teased your clit, rubbing your arousal against it harder and faster.
“Fuck! Binnie you’re gonna make me cum baby!” Your thick legs trapped Changbin, your body tensing around him as you came. The sound of you creaming on his fingers and the feeling of your whole body engulfing him from behind was sending Changbin skyrocketing towards his own climax. You stroked him faster, twisting your wrist, panting as you recovered from your orgasm.
“Spit on it again Bin.” He did so and you worked him faster, your hand making a squelching sound as you jerked off the tip of his cock hard, twisting.
“Cum for me Binnie... want you to jizz in your shorts for me, can you do that? Will you make a mess baby.” Changbin nodded, his whole body flushed, a slight sheen of sweat starting to form as his firm stomach sucked in and out with his heavy breaths. Changbin’s balls tightened and he started coming in his shorts like you’d asked, coating the material and your hand.
“Fuck! y/n oh fuck!” You slowly slid your hand up and down his cock smearing his cum then pulled your hand out and started licking it from your fingers. Changbin’s eyes followed your hand and when he saw you eating his cum off your fingers, he felt his dick twitch in his shorts.
“MMmm all better Bin?” Changbin gripped his cock over his cum covered shorts, rubbing, and hummed.
“Hmm still kinda stiff I think.” You cooed at him.
“Awww I’ll work it out for you Binnie. Take off your shorts and underwear and lay back for me handsome.” Changbin ditched the last of his clothes and laid back. You pulled your shorts down over your plump ass giving Changbin a good view of your slick pussy. Once you were completely naked, you got back on your knees between Changbin’s legs. You tip toed your fingers up his thick thighs towards his cock, making him twitch and leak more precum for you.
“Would you like it if I sucked your cock Bin?” He looked down at you with his lust blown eyes and nodded.
“Fuck yes! Please, suck me beautiful!” You gripped Changbin’s cock with one hand and licked him from base to tip.
“Mmm... you taste so good Binnie...” You wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick gently sucking. You loved how vocal Changbin was for you.
“God yes, mmm fuck m-more, please!” You took more of him into your mouth and started bobbing your head up and down. His hands gathered your hair and held it up so he could see you slurping at his cock better. You popped off, looking up at him and started stroking his dick.
“It’s so big Changbin! I’m choking on it...” You swallowed him and did just that, choking and drooling down his cock before pulling off again, jerking him off faster. He pushed stray hairs away from your face as you looked up at him, tugging at his dick. Hand still gripping your makeshift ponytail.
“Are you gonna cum for me Bin?” He was panting as you started sucking his cock again hollowing your cheeks and gagging on him with your tongue out.
“Y-yes fuck! Gonna cum baby, I’m gonna cum!” You deep throated him humming and pulled off again stroking him hard and fast.
“Go on Binnie cum, want to see you cum on yourself. Promise I’ll clean you up good baby.” You squeezed his balls as you jerked his cock. He twitched in your hand, his cum streaking across his firm stomach, pooling in the indentations of his abs. He jerked and shook as you stroked every drop of his cum from him, then as promised, started licking it off his body ‘cleaning’ him. Changbin continued holding up your hair while you licked his abs clean. When every drop of cum had been licked off, you crawled back up his body and kissed him, his lips overtaking yours in a fiery passion quickly. He flipped you and suddenly you were on your back with Changbin hovering over your full body. He squished and squeezed you as he started kissing and nipping down your jaw and neck. You were melting underneath him now when moments ago he’d been at your mercy. You could feel the shift in the atmosphere.
“You’re so cute taking charge like that, but don’t think just because I let you press my buttons that I won’t fucking destroy yours.” He kissed you hard as his hand started its journey down your cushy body in search of your plump cunt. Oh fuck you thought to yourself, this man was about to disassemble you one orgasm at a time. You were fucked and you were ready.
“Guess you’re gonna have to put me in my place, huh Binnie baby? Really show me who’s boss.” He smirked at you with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh I intend to princess, don’t you worry.” He climbed down your body kissing his way down before burying his face in your cunt breathing you in. He looked up at you then spread your pussy lips apart, spit on your cunt and slapped your clit gently a few times before he started eating you out messily. He hummed and slurped and munched on your cunt as you squirmed on the bed. He wrapped his strong arms around your thick thighs and held your pussy against his face as he ate, savored, and devoured your cunt. Your first orgasm crept up on you, you started shaking as you came, feeling it through your whole body, moaning Changbin’s name as you gripped his fluffy, wavy, hair.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! B-Binnie I’m coming Fuck!” He kitten licked you through the rest of your orgasm. He was eye level with your pussy and could see your cum leaking from your cute, tight hole. He sat up and traced two fingers through it, pushing them inside you. You jumped when Changbin’s fingers brushed your g spot, your body still buzzing a bit from your last orgasm.
“Mmmm so wet for me.” Changbin started finger fucking you with the heel of his palm pressed against your clit. Your cunt made a sopping wet sound as he kept pumping his fingers into you.
“Fuck baby you hear that?” He fingered you faster, slapping your pussy again, it sounded juicy and lewd. You could feel your arousal dripping down your ass cheeks as Changbin continued to push you towards another orgasm.
“You gonna cum for me again princess? Hmm? Your juices are leaking from you, it’s giving you away. You’re gonna cum again aren’t you.” You nodded aggressively.
“YES! FUCK YES! I'M GONNA CUM BIN!” Wet fapping was all you could hear as he fucked your soaked cunt with his fingers hard, his palm slapping against your clit harder, harder, harder! You came screaming Changbin’s name.
“CHANGBIN CHANGBIN CHANGBIN FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!” You squeezed your legs together as Changbin continued pumping his fingers deep inside you. Squelching and squishing with your cum. Your body relaxed and Changbin pulled his fingers out of you, then rubbed your cum all over your pussy with his whole hand, giving your clit a little slap at the end making you jump. When you finally could open your eyes you saw Changbin looking down at you, sucking your flavor off his fingers, his eyes narrowed like a cougar about to pounce on it’s dinner. Changbin propped himself over you, slotted between your legs again, his cock hard again pushing against you as he leaned down to kiss you. He whispered against your lips.
“Gonna let me fuck that tight hole princess? You’re gonna let me make you cream all over my cock too yeah?” He thrusted the tip of his cock over your sensitive clit making you moan.
“Yes Bin want you to fuck me, make me cum fuck me pleeease Binnie pleaaaaase!!” You begged not caring how cock hungry and desperate you sounded for him. He held onto his dick still rubbing it up and down your slick folds, teasing your clit again and again.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you raw yea? If I’m taking this little hole I’m filling it too. So princess you gonna let me reck you raw and fill you up with my cum?” He pushed the tip of his dick firmly against your clit focusing on rubbing it hard, both of you shaking from the pleasure.
“W-what if... what if you get me pregnant Bin?” His cock twitched hard at your question. He leaned down close to your ear.
“FUCKING good! Then everyone will know who this pussy belongs to.” You clenched around nothing and your arousal gushed from you.
“I’m pumping my cum inside you until I’m leaking from that wrecked little cunt.” Your pussy buzzed at his words and you moaned begging again.
“Give it to me raw Bin want to feel your cum inside me warm and thick.” Changbin pulled you up off the bed and kissed you hard.
“Go on bend that big ass over for Binnie. Show me that fat cunt.” You bent over and your full ass, and juicy pussy were on full display for Changbin. He knelt behind you and slapped his hard cock against your wet slit a few times. He pushed the tip of his thick cock into your quivering hole and gave you a few shallow thrusts before pulling it out and pushing it in again.
“Fuck you’re so tight princess, how’s that cute little cunt so tight hmm? Isn’t it getting fucked enough baby?” You looked back pouting with doe eyes shaking your head whining.
“No Binnie my pussy has been so neglected, needs a nice fat cock to fuck it wide open. Will you fuck my hole open Binnie pretty please?” You pushed your plump bottom lip out further. Changbin could hardly stand it, he pulled out and pushed in deeper gripping your hip and starting a slow rhythm.
“Be a good girl and hold on cause I’m gonna split you in half with my cock.” You gripped the sheets and Changbin started fucking you deep and hard. His hips slapping against your ass over and over rolling his body. He gripped both of your hips and fucked you harder.
“You feel that princess?” He thrusted really hard a few times causing you to fall face down into the mattress from the force.
“You’re gonna remember I was here when I’m done with you! Gonna remember who’s cunt this is!” Changbin jack hammered his thick cock into you, reaching down and rubbing your clit hard.
“FUCKFUCKFUCK TAKE IT TAKE IT! FUCKING FEEL THAT?! HMMM? FEEL ME WRECKING YOUR PRETTY LITTLE CUNT? FEEL ME STRETCHING YOUR. TIGHT. HOLE!?” Changbin was always such a level headed guy. This Changbin... was fucking feral, and actual mad man as he fucked the life out of you he started spanking your ass hard over and over while he railed you and you started coming, eyes crossed, drooling, screaming jibberish.
“FUCKOHMYFUCKISOAOFUCKFUCKOHSHITFAUIGUDCHANBFUCK!” Changbin slapped your fat ass cheek hard one more time, pulled out while your cunt still clenched hard around nothing, still coming, dripping. He flipped you onto your back like a rag doll, like it was the easiest thing in the world for him and his big bulky arms. He shoved his cock back inside you, gripped your wide hips and started railing you flat again, four fingers rubbing your clit hard and then smacking it. You weren’t sure if he was prolonging your last orgasm or if another was tearing through you again already, all you knew was your juices were dripping down Changbin’s cock and the wet slapping sound of his balls against your fat ass made you drip even more.
“BINBINBINBINBINNIEAHHHHHH! You were clenching around his cock coming again, he kept fucking you deep and started slapping your clit a little harder than he had before. He pulled out, slapping his fat cock against your clit more before shoving it back in and making you take him balls deep hard, relentless.
“You wanted put in your place princess? So get in line! You’re gonna be a good girl and cum as many times as I fucking tell you to!” Changbin pushed your legs back against your chest and started fucking you in the new position hard.
“Fucking cum!” He yelled hammering into you you babbled your tongue hanging out of your mouth. Your fucked out face made Changbin wild.
“I SAID FUCKING CUM!”
“CHANGBINCHANGBINCHANGBIN!” Your legs were trembling through another life altering orgasm. You were covered in sweat, breathless, and blushing. Changbin let up off your legs and wrapped them around him.
“Fuck baby. I love being locked between these thick thighs.” Changbin massaged your shaking legs.
“Open up those eyes princess.” He pushed his thumb in your mouth and you gently sucked on it, opening your eyes.
“Good girl. Now... you’re gonna cum for me one more time, and then I’m gonna fill this swollen cunt with my babies. Is that what you want?” You nodded, you had never been so fucked out in your life.
“Fill me Bin, give me your babies good and deep.” Changbin slid the tip of his cock into your tender cunt again and you immedietly started clenching around him from the overstimulation. He rolled his hips into you pushing in balls deep and his cock rubbed your g spot.
“THERE!” You shouted the feeling like being set on fire, in a good way. Changbin rolled his hips again harder rubbing the same spot deep.”
“Right there baby?” He started fucking you harder and faster as you nodded, losing your mind on Changbin’s dick.
RIGHTTHERERIGHTTHERERIGHTTHERE!” Changbin kept pumping into you until his lower half was covered in your pussy juice. You made a guttural sound before screaming as he fucked you through another orgasm, chasing his own franticly. His hips slapping against your ass hard and a fast, fap fap fap fap. He pulled out squeezing his dick and pushed the tip of his cock in. He pulled out and pushed in again thrusting the tip a couple of times before pulling out to push his tip in again. Watching your gaping cunt clench and quiver every time he pulled out. When Changbin felt his orgasm coming he pushed the tip of his cock inside you and started jacking off until he came. He stilled with his tip inside you, letting his cum squirt into you then fucking it deeper and pulling out, stroking and coming across your plump pussy lips and chubby tummy, watching his seed drip from your clenching abused hole.
“That’s right...” He scooped up his cum with the tip of this dick and stuffed it all back inside, pumping and thrusting, his cock lodged deep inside you until he softened and pulled out. When his cum started oozing from you again he took two fingers and pushed it back in.
“Nuh uh, hold all that cum princess. Can’t give you my babies if you’re squeezing out my load.” He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them coated in his cum over your pussy, your body buzzing, jumping, and coming down from the best sex you’d ever had in your life. Changbin flopped down on the bed breathless and pulled you close, wrapping one of his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.
“I hope that was okay.” You looked up at him incredulously.
“Okay?! Changbin that was... FUCKING AMAZING!” He cracked a shy smile and you wondered how this adorable man who had just been fucking you like his own personal whore, now looked like that, blushing from a compliment on his prowess in bed. He scratched at his neck a little nervous.
“Uh... and the uh... coming inside you thing. Well I mean... just... if you’re worried... well... I can get you plan-” You shook your head and wrapped your arms around Changbin’s torso and squeezed gigging a little. Changbin was confused.
“Oh. Binnie, baby I’m on birth control.”
“W-well then why did you ask...” You leaned up and pecked his lips.
“It made you go wild didn’t it?” He laughed shaking his head in agreement.
“Mhm, and...” You ran your fingers through your folds collecting the cum still leaking from you and started licking them clean, sucking on your pointer finger and popping off, looking deep into Changbin’s eyes.
“Just so you know, you’re my new masseuse from now on.”
↳ late nights spent at the pool drinking wine, and crossing lines friends normally don’t cross.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: friends to lovers
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut warning listed below the cut, drinking, skinny dipping
𝐚𝐧: this is a part of a series of short one shots with all the skz boys that take place in the middle of the night the link can be found in my masterlist for skz. If you would like to join any of my Stray Kids taglist please fill out this form.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: friends to lovers, drinking, skinny dipping, semi public sex, sex outside, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), Changbin has a size kink.
Late nights spent with Changbin were nothing new to you. Your time with him was usually spent away from friends. Sitting with your legs in the warm swimming pool you gazed up at the bright moon. Nudging your shoulder against his you can’t help but smile. Glancing over at him you watch him bring the bottle of wine to his lips. He takes a swig of the red colored wine before passing you the bottle.
A shitty day at work led to Changbin calling you and asking you to come over. Without thinking twice you drove over to his house.
Taking a drink of the strong wine your eyes focus on the thigh that is pressed against you.
“I hate my job,” he sighs. He’s been going through a rough patch at work and has mentioned wanting to quit often to you. When you receive a late night phone call from him after midnight you know he had a rough day. He greeted you at the front door holding a bottle of wine asking you to stay the night and drink with him.
“Bin, why don’t you quit?” You know this isn’t a simple thing he can do. He makes really good money working at his job and is fully able to afford this house because of his job.
“I wish I could,” he pushes his thigh against yours. He reaches over to take the wine bottle from your hand. He takes a big drink before setting it down on the concrete next to him.
“The water feels warmer than I expected,” you say, breaking the silence between you.
“You know we’ve never gone night swimming before.” He’s not wrong, you've never gone night swimming with him. “Why don’t we go now?” He stands up.
You look up at him knitting your eyebrows together. He has to be crazy. It's one in the morning and you don’t have anything to wear. “Bin I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“That’s fine. We can either go in our underwear or naked.” His mood seems slightly lifted as he pulls his shirt off revealing his beautiful skin. You’re left sitting there staring at him unsure of what you should do. He kicks off his gym shorts and left standing in front of you in all his glory in nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs. He holds his hand out for you and without another thought you stand up. You pull off your sweater and shorts and are left standing in front of him half naked in nothing but a pink bar and polka dot undies. This moment feels more intimate then you’re used to with him. Reaching toward you, his hand rests on your cheek before he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear. His touch is warm and welcoming. You could easily get lost in this moment with him. Leaning forward he presses his lips to cheek for a gentle kiss. You’ve shared kisses on the cheek throughout your whole friendship, but this feels different in your heart.
He steps back smirking at you. “I needed you tonight,” his words seem to knock your world sideways.
He jumps into the pool leaving you standing there watching him. His head pops up and he smiles at you. Butterflies take over your stomach as you watch him swim.
“Are you going to join me?”
Taking a deep breath you dive in head first into what the night could hold. The water is warm but not as warm as you were expecting. Pushing your feet at the bottom of the pool your head breaks through to the night sky. Changbin is right there swimming in front of you. The large pool feels so incredibly small as you take in his closeness. His hand reaches our resting on your side as he pulls you closer to the shallow end. There is no distance between you as his arms wrap around your waist holding you close to him. Your chest is pressed to his chest and your noses are brushing.
“You are the only person who makes me happy. I had the worst day at work and I only wanted to see you.”
Closing your eyes you can’t help but smile, “Changbin you make me really happy too.”
“I want to kiss you so badly,” he sighs.
“You should kiss me then.”
His lips crash into yours without another word. Kissing Changbin feels like a breath of fresh air. Your fingers tangle in his hair as your lips continue to move together. He’s kissing like he needs to breathe and in that moment you think does. Pulling away from him you can’t help but smile.
“I really needed that,” he says.
“I think I needed that too.”
You step back and swim out towards the deep in. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you swim back towards him. Stopping in front of him he grabs your waist pulling you towards him again. His hands move towards your butt signaling for you to wrap your legs around his waist. Normally you would complain about him picking you up, but with the water making you feel weightless you can’t complain.
“I have wanted to kiss you for so long.” You can’t help but smile at his statement. His hand roams your back as lips attach to your neck. “I want so much more with you,” he says with his lips ghosting your skin.
“You can have anything you want,” you make the bold choice to grind your hips against his. Reaching behind you to unclasp your bra tossing it out of the pool leaving you topless.
Everything around you doesn’t feel like it exists as Changbin kisses every part of your skin he can reach. His hand grope your breast earning a moan for you. He holds you like he desperately needs you. Only putting you down so he can remove his boxers leaving him naked. Standing in the shallow end you kiss him like you’ve wanted to do for a long time. Reach under the water stroking his already hard cock. The moans that pass his lips are sinful. You could get used to touching him like this. He pulls away only to help you take off your undies leaving you just as naked as him under the night sky.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, pulling you close again. You wrap your legs around his waist grinding your bare core against his hardened erection. You haven’t felt this wanted in such a long time.
It’s not long before Changbin pulls you both out of the pool. His lips can’t seem to stay away from your skin for very long. He has you sitting on the patio table outside standing between your legs. He slowly pushes into you, earning a moan. Both your eyes are locked two where you’re both connected. Changbin is definitely thicker and bigger than anyone you've ever been with. Your breathing is heavy as you try to adjust to his size.
“Oh my god you’re big,” your statement earns a smirk from him.
“Is my cock too big for your tiny pussy?” If you weren’t already wet you would be now. Hearing Changbin talk dirty to you could easily make you weak in the knees.
“Binnie,” you can’t think of anything else to say to him.
“Yeah pretty?”
“You feel so big and so good,” you sigh.
He starts moving with steady but deep thrust. One of his hands grip the table while the other holds your side. Your fingers are tangled in his hair holding him close to you. With each thrust he pushes close and closer to the edge. It’s not long before you find yourself falling apart moaning his name. Your high washes over you as Changbin continues to thrust into you. His last few thrust are sloppy before he pulls out and pumps his length finishing on your thigh.
Leaning forward he rests his forehead against yours and a soft laugh passes his lips. “I have wanted to do that for a while.”
You can’t help but smile because it seems like your crush on Changbin wasn’t one sided. Funny how a terrible day can turn around when you’re with the right person.
could you please do changbin x thick reader having her first time? i love you work sm 🤍🤍
FIRST MATCH; SEO CHANGBIN
pairings. boxer!changbin x thickvirgin!reader
wc. 1.3k
warnings. virginity loss, fingering, unprotected sex, small small mentions of weight
thank you so much for reading my works, i hope you like this 👍🏼!
meeting changbin at a underground boxing gym, and letting him take your virginity.
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"does this look like the movies to you?" you stared at your friend while she just smiled, grabbing your arm.
"okay, i lied about that, we're here to see the boy i like, he's a underground boxer, we're here to watch his friend in a fight."
"i didn't want to come out to go to the movies, I damn sure don't want to watch two dudes punch each other until they bleed." you blankly stared at her.
"i'm sorry, i tricked you, but i really wanted you to come out, who knows, you might have fun." you looked at you with pleading eyes. "fine, let's go." you both walked into the gym.
"he should be in the back, let's go!" she was in such a rush, she practically dragged you into the next room, walking in like she'd done this 100 time before.
"channie!" you watched awkwardly as your friend threw herself into the man's arms. "you're here? the fight doesn't start for another hour." he seemed like a nice guy."
"i know, but i wanted you to meet my bestfriend, she doesn't get out and meet people much." you glared at her, before sticking your hand out. "＿ it's nice to meet you."
"chan, same." he took your hand into his, shaking it.
"so where's changbin?" he guided both of you to another room, where you could hear the sounds of punching bags being hit. "changbin, that's enough, take a break." the boy turned stopped hitting the bag, stopping it before it collided with his chest.
he was beautiful, his muscular build, he must've stayed in the gym a lot.
"uh ＿, you there?"
you hadn't realized the man was now standing in front of you. "oh, hi." you laughed, embarrassed that you were drooling over the man. "this is changbin, he's the one fighting tonight." chan said.
"it's nice to meet you." his voice was deep, but he spoke with such a soft tone, he made you feel comfortable and safe. "this is ＿, she's a bit awkward don't mind her."
"it's okay, she's cute." you smiled, beating yourself up in your head immediately after, why is this man making you feel like a girl meeting her crush for the first time.
"alright, alright enough flirting, get back to work, you need to be ready for tonight." chan pushed the boy towards the ring.
you never thought someone could look so beautiful, hitting a bag and drenched in sweat, but you were so enchanted by the gorgeous man in front of you, you hadn't even noticed your friend had snuck away.
"yah, you must really like boxing?" changbin was now leaning on the rope of the ring. "oh no, i don't really know much about it."
"then you must really like looking at me, because you've been staring at me for a very long."
you wanted to crawl inside a hole a die, he'd caught you basically drooling over him. "i can see the gears turning in your head, no need to be shy, i like an audience." he was now walking towards you, but the way he was walking, it looked like he was going to eat you.
you weren't dumb, you knew what sex was, it was just that being on the thicker side, you never felt comfortable losing your virginity.
but he was different, he was making you feel things.
"look at you, getting all shy." he moved a piece of your hair out the way. "you really are cute." you could smell his scent, mind going fuzzy... he was way to close.
"i..i have to go to the bathroom." you quickly shuffled away; finding the bathroom, walking in, closing the door.
you let out a sigh of relief once you found safety inside the room. "get it together, you are a adult." you said into the air. "you're acting like this over one cute guy."
"so you do think i'm cute?" changbin stood in the doorframe. "because i think you're cute." he closed door behind him.
"aren't you supposed to be practicing? i don't think chan is gonna like this." you backed up against the sink. "you think? i don't see chan, baby if you'd hadn't been so focused on me, you would've realized they left a while ago." he was now trapping you against the sink.
"it's just me and you."
"changbin, i've never done this before." you breathed, he had you breathless. before you could say anything, his lips were on yours, his tongue fighting yours for dominance, winning easily.
"let me guide you okay? i'm not gonna hurt you i promise." he was so gentle, caressing your cheek. "okay." he smiled, kissing your forehead, lifting you on the sink.
"i needed you the moment you walked into the gym." he kissed your neck. "so cute, and shy. do you know how sexy you are?" he left little red marks on your neck.
"s..sexy?" you moaned as his hands began to caress your body.
"yes, sexy baby, you are absolutely breathtaking." his hands ran up your skirt, pulling your panties down your leg, "everything about you is sexy." his hand inching higher.
"you're face, so fucking pretty."
and higher...
"your body, oh fuck your body is absolutely irresistible, to busy looking at your thighs, couldn't focus."
and higher...
"changbin, please do something." he finally touched you were you needed him the most. "so wet, i knew you would be." he rubbed your clit.
"oh my god." you moaned loudly. "feels good princess?" you nodded, leaning your head back against the sink, "so good, it feels so good binnie."
he slowly fucked a finger into you, careful not to hurt you. "you're so tight." it hurt, but it wasn't unbearable, you could manage.
"c..changbin i want more." you whined, the one finger, slow place wasn't working amymore. "more? you want another finger."
you felt the stretch as he added another finger, scissoring you open as he sped up the the pace. "changbin, fuck!" you screamed.
"so tight, i can't wait to make you cum on my cock." he rubbed your nipples through your thin shirt. "you'd like that, cumming on my cock." you nodded frantically. "yes, please."
"i'll let you cum on my cock, but you gotta cum on my fingers first." he rubbed your clit, fucking into you faster with his fingers.
"changbin, binnie, i'm gonna cum—fuck! " you came with a loud moan.
he pulled down his shorts and underwear all at once, fisting his cock until it was fully hard. "do you want this? i need to hear you say it."
you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. "please fuck me changbin." you moaned. "i want you to."
he slowly inched into you, stopping to rub your hips. "you okay?" you nodded, it was very uncomfortable, but it wasn't bad. "just keep going."
he finally bottomed out, hips coming to a halt as he let you settle. "you're clenching around me so tigh, fuck! " he lowered his head in between your shoulder blade, breathing heavily.
"im gonna cum if you keep doing that." he pulled out, before slamming back into you.
"changbin- so big!" you held his bicep as he began to thrust in and out of you at a rough pace. "fuck baby you feel so good."
the location wasn't the best, but changbin didn't even care the way you felt around him, and how sexy you looked, tits bouncing in his face egging him on to go faster.
"s..shit." this wasn't the last time he'd see you like this, see you in general.
"baby— fuck— im gonna cum!" he rubbed your clit to make you cum with him. "cum with me baby." he gave you a soft kiss on your lips.
"fuck!" both of you came together.
"you okay?" he rubbed your hip, slowly pulling out of you. "did i hurt you?" you shook your head no. "i really liked it." he smiled. "i'm glad." he helped you get clean.
"changbin, the fight starts in 10 minutes, hurry your ass out the bathroom!" someone pounded on the door. "okay!" he turned back to you.
"don't leave after the fight, im taking you out for dinner, then i'm fuck you ass up into my bed."
warnings: swearing, ig counts as bondage, working out, oral (f receiving), cocky!bin (he’s a leo yk), praising,
inspo: this request that blew my brain: you're working out with changbin and he eats you out on the hip abductor machine so you can't close ur legs
notes: i’m not well. hip abductors are my favourite thing and they just got better.
{ wc: 2253 }
You couldn’t class yourself as a gym rat by any strandards, let alone when you worked out with someone like him. His workouts were twice as long as yours and twice as hard. So you never tried to match him when you worked out together—but it was still fun working out with him.
After a few months together, and hearing you complain about the atmosphere in your local gym, Changbin finally said something.
“You know there’s a perfectly good gym in my house, right?”
“Yeah, but it’s yours. Plus, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”
All you got in response was an eyeroll, and Changbin’s stubbornness, until eventually you caved and started working out in the gym room he set up in his house.
It had everything you needed, everything anyone would need, so it was perfect. Best of all, it had Changbin hyping you up and challenging you and motivating you to work harder.
So today, like most times, you were working on your cardio as Changbin worked weights.
He was in a mood today, that was evident when he looked at you out of nowhere and asked, “remind me how much you weigh?”
“Bin, you should never ask a lady that question,” you teased.
“Just,” he sighed, “is this right?”
You walked over to the weights and checked the discs he added onto the bar. With some quick math, you assured him it was indeed your total body weight.
He smirked at you before placing himself underneath the bar, pushing it up by his hips.
You had to swallow, realising you were practically salivating.
“Can I help you?” He asked as he finished his set—and that’s when you realised you were still glued to your spot, fully staring at him as he moved.
“Uh, um, just not sure what I should focus on next, coach.”
He laughed at you. You probably weren’t hiding your interest as well as you thought you were.
“Done your cardio?” You nodded. “Thirty minutes?”
“Yep,” you said, smoothing your hands over your gym shorts. “Maybe some leg presses?”
“Yeah,” he smiled at you, almost proudly. He didn’t move his eyes away from yours as he pushed his hips up again to start his second set.
You moved over to the machine, focusing on your breathing and your form just like he taught you.
When you finished your first set Changbin appeared behind you.
“That looks too easy, come on,” he urged, moving the weight pin down one level. “Try it now.”
You pushed against the platform, getting used to the new weight on your thighs. It wasn’t too difficult.
“I can do that,” you nodded.
“Still easy?”
You hummed, giving it another try before affirming his question.
He moved the pin down one more slot before he left you to your sets and got back to his own workout.
You moved on to the next machine, Changbin making sure to move the pin down from where you originally placed it again.
“Why?” You groaned, already feeling the strain in your muscles.
“Come on, you can’t call me coach for me to just let you get away with rookie level weights.”
You rolled your eyes at his determination, but it covered you in warmth nonetheless.
He always tried to help you get better, and maybe that was part of the reason you liked working out with him—as opposed to some of the other boys you knew.
From your spot on this particular machine you could clearly see his back as he pulled down the bar again and again and again. After every ten pulls he added more weight, and you thanked whatever god you needed to that he decided to wear a tank top on this particular day.
You rarely saw him in revealing clothes when he was working out with other people, but the privacy of his own gym let him feel more comfortable. And perhaps that’s also why you decided to wear shorts to work out today as well.
You lost count of your reps.
You even stopped moving your legs entirely, too focused on the way his muscles strained and contracted in front of your eyes.
“Yah!” He yelled as he finished his last set. “Is it just me or did you stop moving?”
He looked at you accusingly, but that cocky glint in his eyes let you know you weren’t in too much trouble. Still, you smiled sheepishly as you nodded.
“Lost focus, coach,” you admitted slowly.
“So now I need to make sure you’re doing your sets?”
You nodded, far too eager. The best part of working out with Changbin was when he helped you through your reps. The way his eyes followed every movement of your body, the way he sent praise after praise your way.
So you didn’t even try to hide how much you enjoyed it and how much you wanted him to always have all his attention on you when you were in his private gym.
“Right then,” he crouched beside you, “fifteen reps.”
He counted you down, insisting you complete the full movement each time, and when you were done he made sure to tell you, “you did such a good job! Again.”
This went on for three more sets (one more than you’d decide to do, but Changbin insisted) before he gave you your bottle and instructed you to breathe in deeply.
“Binnie, I’m tired,” you complained, attempting your biggest puppy eyes at him. They almost worked, you could tell by the way he cocked his head to the side before looking away from you with a massive smile on his face.
“Don’t try that on me!” He yelled.
It wasn’t unusual for Changbin to raise his voice for no reason at all, so you didn’t even flinch at the volume or the way his voice echoed off the walls—given the strong acoustics in the room.
Changbin’s favourite rap playlist was playing in the background, lowly, but his voice was always so much louder than that.
“One more machine,” he said finally, “your pick.”
You groaned but let your eyes scan all the different choices—until you set your heart on the hip abductor. It wasn’t too much of a struggle and it allegedly helped tone your butt and thighs. So it was a win win.
You jumped off the glute machine and skipped your way over to the hip abductor.
“This one!” You said happily, before moving the pedals around to your thighs and positioning yourself comfortably.
“Okay,” he smiled back. You found the right weight for you, placing the pin where you could find resistance but not too much.
Changbin crouched next to you again, looking at your form and correcting it when needed. He counted your reps like he did before—but you couldn’t help but notice his voice was quieter, lower than normal. Deep.
His eyes moved from your thighs to settle right between your legs, soft sighs leaving him every time you forced the machine open.
“Good,” he sighed out, “good job.”
“Another set?” You asked, slowly, aware of the heat rushing up and down your body and settling in your core.
Changbin nodded, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. There was a fire in them you were very used to seeing in the privacy of your bedroom—but it brought a wave of excitement into your stomach to see that same look from him now.
You followed his hands, those beautiful hands, as he grabbed the pin and moved it all the way down to the heaviest weight class.
“Bin,” you chuckled, tilting your head in a silent question. You tried to show him with your thighs that you couldn’t possibly move that amount—you were stuck in place. The machine was set to move inwards and so without being able to move the weight your thighs were forced open.
“What?” He asked, fake innocence coating his Cheshire smile.
“It’s too heavy,” you whined, trying again to close your legs. You couldn’t even move them in the slightest.
“It looks like it’s doing the right job,” he said lowly, licking over his lips.
You were sure you let out a small squeak. That thought was confirmed when Changbin chuckled darkly.
“Get up a sec,” he asked softly. You did as you were told, and once you freed yourself from the machine and stood up on your legs, Changbin grabbed your shorts and pulled them down in one shift motion. “Sit back down.”
He hadn’t moved from his spot on the floor, the sight of him looking up at you with his eyes dark and mouth wide made you almost combust on the spot. You don’t even remember sitting back down. It was the cool air in the room hitting your wet core that brought you back to the moment you were in.
“Is this okay?” He asked, delicately.
“Uh huh,” you huffed out.
“Your body looks so good when you push yourself, you know that?” He began, eyes fixed on your bare lower half and the way he could see you clenching at his words.
You were so open, so exposed, Changbin wouldn’t even dare to look away.
He did for a moment though, if only to look at your face—to see if there were any signs of discomfort or uncertainty.
“Gonna eat you out like this,” he announced his plans, which were already pretty clear to everyone involved. But Changbin knew you didn’t like surprises, so he made sure to say it.
“I’m all sweaty from the workout though,” you protested, smelling your deodorant on you. You could feel the pressure building inside your body already, the want in your pussy to be touched, to be devoured like Changbin so clearly wanted to do.
“I really don’t give a fuck,” he chuckled.
He ran his hands up your warm knees, up your thighs, all the way to where the machine had brought the skin of your hips to bunch together. Changbin grabbed at the muscle harshly, causing your lips to part slightly.
“Bin,” you whined softly, instinctively pushing your thighs together. But they wouldn’t move.
“What is it?” He smirked. He knew exactly what it was. “Baby’s too weak to move?”
“I’m not weak,” you protested, “you moved it to the highest weight!”
“Yeah, so I could do this,” and then, with no further warning, Changbin wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking. Hard.
Your moans quickly filled the room, getting higher and higher with each movement of your boyfriend’s tongue against your sensitive clit.
He parted your lips with his tongue, gathering the wetness that pooled at your entrance. He was usually hungry after a workout, but you didn’t quite expect him to be so hungry for you.
He grabbed at your upper thigh harshly, squeezing the skin between his hands as he flicked his tongue against your clit in quick motions.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” you whined, bucking your hips up as much as physically possible. Every time you tried moving your legs you were stopped by the weight of it, and every time you moaned in response.
Changbin did too, sending a wave of vibrations through your pussy at the sensation.
Soon your fingers found their way into his hair, pushing him closer to you, his tongue dipping in deeper.
“I’m close,” you mumbled, humping up and down against Changbin’s face. He placed both his hands on top of your thighs, putting more weight against you until you couldn’t move anywhere at all.
He wrapped his lips around your clit again, humming loudly, sending you all the way over the edge.
You felt your toes curl as your orgasm hit you in full force, your stomach shaking as Changbin didn’t move away in the slightest. He kept going, causing you to squirm in your spot at the overstimulation.
“Baby, baby, baby,” you begged him, trying to push him away with your hands.
Changbin quickly understood, moving away with an unstoppable grin on his face.
He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, staring at you with a glint in his eye.
“How are you?”
“My thighs hurt,” you chuckled, breathing heavily.
Changbin stood up, quickly offering you his hand as he helped you slowly step out of the machine. Once you started feeling your legs again he soothed his hands up and down your sides where he knew you’d feel the stretch most.
“Relax your body,” he instructed, “you worked hard, Y/N.”
“So did you,” you laughed, wiping the shiny patch of wetness on the corner of his lips.
“Couldn’t resist you,” he excused, leaning in to kiss you softly. You kissed him back, your hands wrapping around those back muscles you loved so much.
“Not complaining, coach,” you mumbled against his lips, the adrenaline from your orgasm settling sweetly in your body.
“Now come on. Time to stretch.”
You followed Changbin’s instructions as he helped you stretch your overworked muscles and you drank when he told you, and then ate the healthy meal he ordered for you too.
“Did that convince you to finally cancel your gym membership?” He asked once you stepped back into the main part of the house, hands linked together.
“Oh, was that a perk this gym offers?”
“Only if you have girlfriend privileges,” he smirked at you.
“Maybe show me one more time and then I’ll decide,” you smirked back.
You couldn’t even react before your body was pressed into the sofa and Changbin pushed his hips into yours, kissing you hungrily.
You’d never be tired of just how much energy he has.
↻ 1k :: established lovers :: cw. explicit smut. just horny ppl that can't get their hands off each other. sex in a public bathroom. dirty talk. unprotected sex. use of "kitten" and "whore". mirror sex. nipple play (cb receiving). a little hair pulling and ass slapping.
you wear a silk dress to the fundraiser that makes changbin go crazy.
↻ 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist
↻ seo changbin has been making me feel things... this is one of the two fics i've been working on with him!! i hope you like it, the next one should come soon. hint: it happens at changbin's favorite place ♡
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“Come here, kitten.”
Changbin’s hand tightens around your waist as he presses his hard cock against your stomach. He’s just pulled you into the bathroom of the venue, locking the door behind him, pushing you against the sink.
“That fucking dress…”
You smirk as he kisses you, swirling his tongue inside of your mouth, biting your lower lip. You knew the effect the dress would have on him the moment you saw it in the store - tight, made of midnight blue silk, cupping your tits perfectly.
“You already fucked me before we came here,” you tease him. “Didn’t you get it out of your system?”
“Cute,” he chuckles, cupping your ass, sliding up your dress at the same time. “As if seeing your tits nearly spilling out from it wouldn’t make me horny all night…”
He lifts you and sits you on the edge of the sink, pushing your underwear aside and removing his cock from his pants. He’s already hard and ready.
You slide your fingers in his styled hair, pulling at the dark strands, making him groan. His dress shirt hugs his chest tightly, showing off his muscles - that has made you horny all night. But Changbin in a shirt and tie always does.
You knew this fundraiser would be boring the second you knew you would have to go.
The both of you are used to these kinds of events because you grew up in the same world. Rich families that think everything is owed to them and that throw cocktail parties and fundraisers just for the social standing. You had always hated them until you met Changbin - that night you had sneaked out to a hotel room and he had fingered you in the taxi and fucked you for hours like no one had before. Since then, you were addicted to each other, and that made these events much more fun.
His tip teases your entrance, not quite penetrating you, and you whimper against him, arching your back.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” you groan.
“Tease you?” he repeats, a shit-eating grin appearing on his face. “Like that, you mean?”
He takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip of his cock across your soaked folds. You shiver, your hips instinctively moving forward to meet him.
“Yes, like that,” you hiss, feeling impatient.
Changbin kisses you, continuing to rub his cock on your cunt, pressing it against your throbbing clit. You hold onto him, feeling dizzy with need.
“Fuck, Changbin…”
“Gonna cum all over your tits,” he tells you, kissing your neck. “Everyone can see how much of a fucking whore you are.”
“Your whore,” you precise, and Changbin chuckles.
“That’s fucking right,” he nods as he pushes his entire cock inside of you, making you gasp in both pleasure and surprise. He stretches you so well - with him inside of you like this, you feel whole. “Mine.”
He thrusts his hips and starts to fuck you. You lean against the mirror behind you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He can reach deep inside of you like this, his shirt tightening on his chest as he moves. The sight is intoxicating, and you clench around him.
“My cute kitten is clenching around my cock,” he grins. “I can never get tired of that feeling… So warm…”
You hum, smiling, as Changbin keeps fucking you. He is going deep, your cunt sucking him in, and your fingers undo his tie, just enough so that you can unbutton his shirt, letting you see his firm chest. Your hands wander on his pectorals, the skin warm and soft. You breathe quickly as his cock pounds into you - and you brush your thumbs against his nipples, making him hiss.
He bottoms out and stays there, giving you a hard stare before he kisses you. One of his hand holds the back of your neck, the other on your waist, and you flick your fingers at his nipples, making him growl in your mouth. His cock is throbbing inside of you.
“I hate it when you do that,” he breathes.
You chuckle. “No, you love it.”
He bites his lower lip, looking at you with hunger in his eyes. “Let me give you what you love too, then.”
You gasp as he brings you off the sink, spinning you around and bending you over. His hands skirt up your dress, feeling the silk under his fingers. You look up at the mirror in front of you to see his eyes gazing down at you, full of love and lust.
“You really like that dress, huh?” you tell him.
He meets your gaze in the mirror, smirking.
“Show me how much,” you breathe.
He chuckles, guiding his cock back in your cunt, pushing into you slowly. You close your eyes in delight - you can never get tired of the sensation. Changbin starts to thrust into you again, sharply, his hips slapping against your ass. He gathers your hair in his hands, tilting your head upward.
“Look at me,” he grunts sharply. “Look at me while I fuck you, kitten."
You couldn’t look away if you wanted to - the sight of Changbin’s undone shirt, his tie loose around his neck, cock buried into you, is enough to nearly make you cum.
“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock.”
“It’s so hard, Bin…”
“You do this to me,” he says. “I’m always so fucking horny for you. Can’t get enough of your cunt.”
“You look hot. So fucking h-”
You can’t finish your sentence because Changbin starts to hammer into you, relentlessly, making you moan loudly.
That’s when someone suddenly knocks on the door, and the both of you answer at the same time a sharp yell.
“Busy!”
You both look at each other and laugh, Changbin’s hips still meeting your ass. You’re dripping, so close to cumming. You hold onto the sink, panting.
“I can feel you, kitten,” Changbin laughs. “Cum for me.”
It’s enough for you to reach your climax, your body tightening around Changbin, moans slipping out of your lips. He keeps fucking you as you cum, giving your ass a slap when you relax.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Fuck, yes, Changbin. Nobody makes me cum like you.”
He grins. “I love to hear that. I need you to cum at least once more before we head back to this party, though. Think you can do that for me, kitten?”
“Anything for you,” you say with a smile.
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sharing a bed series part 3/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN.
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pairing: changbin/reader
content info: explicitly plus size reader. sexual content. friends2lovers, sharing a bed trope. lingerie. teasing. reading and watching porn. a bit of spanking. not so much choking but throat-holding. penetrative sex.
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Oh god, you think, staring at your suitcase full of lingerie, what the fuck do I do?
You like beautiful things and you love lingerie. Your suitcase is brimming with pretty nighties and delicate babydolls, a luxury indulged for your own sake but completely inappropriate given the circumstances.
You thought you would have your own hotel room this holiday, but after a few friends dropped out of the trip, there was some last minute shuffling, and now—
“Yah! Where’s my toothbrush?”
Changbin is your hotel roommate for the weekend. Just you, him, and a single king-sized bed.
Oh, and your suitcase full of lingerie.
You slam the luggage shut, spinning around to look at him as he emerges from the bathroom in a frantic state of his own.
It takes a second to register his question, your eyes wide as you look him over from head to toe. His dark hair is damp from a shower and he is wearing nothing but a bath towel. He holds it shut at his hip, a sturdy thigh flashing when the towel parts. His body is one mouth-watering slab of big, broad bulk, and you find yourself clutching your own ample chest as if that will stop your heart from stampeding out.
“Ah, there,” Changbin says, strutting past you. Absent-mindedly, he says, “I’m almost done, then you can shower.”
The few minutes it will take him to brush his teeth will not be enough for you. Your efforts to find suitable sleepwear are completely futile. In the end, you settle on the simplest nightie with the fullest body, even if it is a bit transparent.
You take your turn in the bathroom after him. When it comes time to change, you slip into the nightie and stare agape at your own reflection.
Oh god, you think. This is a disaster.
This is your most conversative piece and it is still wildly sexy. You love your bigger body and you love dressing to accentuate its features, and this piece is no exception. Full thighs and fuller breasts and full curves spill up and over the tighter places. The little panties are swallowed up by your plushy ass and no matter how much you adjust the neck of the nightie, it continues to fall in the most suggestive way possible.
You look hot. If anyone else was waiting for you in that hotel bed, you would be fine. But it’s Changbin. Your close friend Changbin. Your close, hot, loud, insane, sexy, confident, drool-worthy, muscle pig friend Changbin.
You sigh, resigned to your fate. There is nothing more you can do.
You pop open the bathroom door and stick your head around the corner. Changbin is lounging in bed, dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, an arm thrown over his head as he watches something on his phone. His hair has dried fluffy and he is smiling at whatever he’s watching.
“Changbin,” you say. “Close your eyes.”
He does the opposite, like the stupid hot dummy he is, looking up at you. You get a swoop in your gut just from his curious glance, his messy hair, the comfort he radiates laying in your shared bed. It really is unfair how he is a hundred different styles of sexy at once. This is the same guy who was working out shirtless on the beach lawn just an hour ago, the same guy who showed up to dinner in designer glasses and a form-fitting jumpsuit, the same guy who was cuddling you in a hammock wearing a big hoodie and board shorts. Surely he could try and have the decency to look bad at least once.
“I said close!” you repeat.
“Ah! What!” He does it, even if he is confused, lowering his arm and covering his eyes. “There! Stop yelling at me!”
“You’re yelling, not me!”
“I’m not yelling!”
You are both yelling. But his eyes are closed so you make a mad dash for your luggage, tossing your day clothes haphazardly with a little wince for the mistreatment of your pretty things. But you need to be fast, shoving your clothes in your suitcase so you can dive under the covers before Changbin inevitably gets bored and—
“What are you wearing?” Changbin says.
“Changbiiiin!” You turn around with a furious scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “I told you to close your eyes!”
“What, forever? I thought we were done!”
“Well, we’re not! Close them!”
“But I already—”
“Close!”
He grumbles a curse to himself but closes his eyes, laying back with his arms stubbornly crossed. You turn away to zip your luggage, shaking your head. You also fight down a giggle, one bubbling up from the tiniest bit of delight caused by Changbin’s dropped jaw and wide eyes as he thoroughly drank in the sight of you.
You turn around to find him peeking, one eye open. He is one second too late closing it again.
“I saw that,” you say.
“Saw what?” he says. “I missed it. My eyes are closed.”
“Uh-huh.” You walk up to the bed and fold back the covers, eyes on him the whole time. You put your hands on your hips when he cracks open one eye again. “Pervert,” you say, with a snort of amusement.
“Me?” He opens both eyes and gestures wildly. “Look what you’re wearing! How am I the pervert?”
“You’re in boy lingerie so be quiet.”
“What!”
“The grey sweatpants with the dick print.” You point to his lap. “Boy lingerie.”
“Ahhh! Ah! Hey! Have some principles. That’s reverse sexism. You should be ashamed of yourself.” He wags a scolding finger you at you. Then, for good measure, he grabs a pillow and puts it in his lap. “Stop objectifying me.”
You laugh in spite of yourself, climbing onto the bed. You put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“I thought I was sleeping alone,” you say. “I’m sorry. If you have a big shirt I can sleep in, I don’t mind changing.”
“You wearing that,” Changbin says, giving you a very thoughtful once-over that makes your whole body tingle, “or you wearing my shirt.” He lifts the pillow and looks under it. “What do you think?” he says, as if consulting his dick.
“You’re so stupid!” You hate how much you are laughing at this goofball. You roll your eyes even while giggling. “I’m going to sleep. Have a fun conversation with your little friend.”
“Ah! He’s not little,” Changbin says, as if very offended. “He’s average height and girthy, like me.”
“Nice try but you’re not average height and ew, oh my god, don’t say girthy.”
“Girthy.”
“I can’t hear you,” you say, sliding under the covers. You pull them up to your chin and lay on your side with your back to him. “I’m already sleeping,” you say.
“How am I supposed to sleep now!” he says.
“That’s not my problem!”
He grumbles some more while you snicker. Eventually he turns off the light and gets under the covers too. You both go on your phones, the little white lights illuminating the bed. You glance over your shoulder to see him laying with his back to you, watching videos on mute. You turn back to your phone and open your reading app, deciding you can squeeze in a chapter or two of your current romance.
You are reading about the latest duke’s pulsating member and his lady’s quivering thighs when Changbin turns over. You are too slow hiding your phone.
“Are you reading porn?” he asks, reaching out and snatching your phone.
“It’s not porn!” You sit up to grab it back but he holds it away. “It’s literature!”
“It’s porn,” he says, bursting into peels of giggles that should be ridiculous coming out of that buff body, but they only make you laugh too.
“Changbiiiin,” you whine through your own laughter, rolling half on top of him to try and grab your phone. “Give it baaaack. It’s not porn.”
“He throbbed as pleasure conquered his senses and ERUPTED LIKE A FORCE OF VOLCANIC NATURE—!”
“Stooooop!”
“That sounds painful,” Changbin muses.
You finally snatch your phone back and promptly toss it off the bed. It lands with a little thump.
Changbin is laying on his back and giggling like a child, poorly stifled teeheehees that do not relent even when you lean over him with your most intimidating face.
“That’s not fair,” you say. “You have to show me yours now.”
That gets him to look at you with surprise, tilting his head. You do not miss when his eyes go to your chest, especially because it lingers there for a very long moment. He touches his bottom lip, flicking his tongue over his thumb absently before finally meeting your gaze.
“What?” he says. “Did you say something?”
“Show me your porn,” you say.
“My—what! Get down.” He bats you away and crosses his arms. “I will remind you I am a man of principle. I have convictions. Unlike you, I don’t keep demeaning pornographic content on hand at all times. I have too much respect for the human form and the sanctity of intimacy and lovemaking.”
You blink at him.
“Fine,” he says, and picks up his phone. “Don’t blame me for any volcanic eruptions.”
Once he has his bookmarks open, you take his phone and roll over, ignoring his protests. You hold the phone out and click a link at random, even with him pressed right up against your back as he tries to steal it back. You wriggle in his lap, making him squeak, either because your ass is pushing at his junk, or because of the video that opens.
“Oh my,” you say.
It’s a point-of-view video, a man’s hand sliding down a very soft, curvy body. Your own body perks with interest when his thumb glides down her wet pussy, teasing her lips apart before sliding inside. Changbin makes a strangled noise that you hardly register, staring as the man in the video slowly fingerfucks the woman, a woman not unlike you in proportion and general appearance.
“I can explain—ah, hey! Why are you skipping?” Changbin’s somewhat embarrassed tone shifts midsentence to indignation as you tap to fast forward.
“I wanna get to the good part!”
“The good—? Yah! You’re so impatient!”
You ignore him, fast forwarding until you see a dick then letting it play.
Changbin has given up on trying to get his phone back. He makes a sound of miserable defeat and thunks his forehead against the back of your head. You bite your bottom lip, flushed from head to toe, your thighs especially squirmy as need gathers between them. You watch the woman in the video turn over until she is on all fours. The man pushes inside her and you watch the way her body moves when he thrusts deeply. His hand comes down in a sharp slap, making you twitch with wanting.
“I like that,” you say, aware of Changbin growing hard against your backside. You feel him twitch at your comment. When you skip ahead in the video again, he doesn’t speak. You stop when the man wraps his hand around the woman’s throat and you smile. “Like that too.”
He is rock hard against your ass. Either he thinks staying still means you can’t feel it or he wants you to feel it. Testing, you grind slowly against him.
He grabs your hip through the blankets.
“Ah, you.” He squeezes your hip. “No teasing.”
“No?” you ask, wriggling just a little more. “None at all?”
There is a brief pause, then he slides his hand under the covers to hold your waist directly. It is a slow, questioning motion, leaving you time to refuse. When you don’t, he slides his hand down to stroke your thigh.
You put his phone aside, the screen going dark, its contents forgotten as you turn your head. He slips one arm under you, his hand cupping a breast at the same time his other hand goes between your legs. When he kisses you, you open your mouth to immediately deepen it. He does, licking at you and sucking your bottom lip, grinding in a slow circle against you. It makes you ache, squirming in his strong embrace, his fingers only just hovering where you need him.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he says when you start bucking and whining into his kiss. He kisses you too deeply for you to protest his teasing, but then he finally hooks his fingers in your panties to draw them to the side.
You get dizzy, either from kissing more than breathing or just his overwhelming presence. When he touches you and feels how wet you already are, he makes a low sound and curses.
“Ch—Changbin,” you say, breathy and a little senseless already. “Please.”
He moves swiftly, manhandling you with ease and care. You turn over and he pushes the blankets away to get up behind you. You whimper into the sheets when he tugs you into a better position, then he is drawing your panties to the side again and stroking your whole pussy from clit to entrance and back again. His fingers are soaked by the time he puts them inside you, strong arm finding a steady rhythm quickly. Combined with a couple sharp smacks to your ass, you come apart with a cry, whole body shaking as you grind back on his hand.
You sink into the bedsheets, eyes closed, panting. You feel his hand wet hand cup your thigh, then his fingers spreading your pussy open. You clench around nothing and hear him curse.
You look over your shoulder at him. Even though you were the one who came, he looks completely wrecked, his fluffy black hair a dishevelled mess and his jaw clenched, shoulders tense. You look a little lower, staring at the thick bulge in his sweats.
It’s him who speaks first, his voice rough when he says, “You look… do you have any idea…”
“You’re not wearing underwear, are you,” is what you end up saying, giggling. “Boy lingerie. Told you.”
He snorts, grinning, looking more cocky than chagrined. That expression morphs to curiosity and hope when you reach for a make-up bag sitting on the head-table.
“Yes,” he says, when you pull a string of condoms out of it. For some reason, it’s the funniest response he could have given, and you giggle a little more. Those giggles come to a stop when he pulls your panties down, then rolls down the band of his sweatpants down too.
Your mouth falls open. “Wow,” you say. “You are—”
“Girthy?”
“Don’t make me change my mind.”
He mimes zipping his lips shut before taking the condom.
You accidentally untuck the bedspread when he finally gets inside you. One corner comes undone, and the second one follows when he starts fucking you in earnest. It’s a good, full stretch, and you moan into the messy bedspread as he grabs your hips to pull you into every thrust. You swear you see stars when he slides one hand up and around your neck, lifting your head and holding you by the throat as he fucks into you. He slows down a bit to rub at your clit, making you come and spasm around him, before he drives himself quickly to completion.
You end up sprawled facedown on the undone bed, your nightie in a state of disarray and your panties god knows where. He flops down beside you, breathing hard, still pretty much dressed. Once he’s caught his breath, he looks at you, smiling when he reaches out to brush some hair out of your face.
You smile back, rolling into his open arms. You rest your head on his chest and exhale.
Then, knowing it’ll get a reaction because he’s Changbin, you say, “That wasn’t bad.”
“Not bad!” he says, predictably loud. “What do you mean not bad? That was amazing. Come here.” He’s laughing now, pulling you close when you laugh and try to roll away. “Get back here. I’ll show you not bad.”
Finding out you are on your period X Stray kids (Maknae Line) ft y/n
Finding out you are on your period X Stray kids (Maknae Line) ft y/n
Hands up for those who are on their period, starting or finishing ! Ugh it's annoying but imagine what it'll be like with SKZ taking care of you!
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Maknae Line Imagine
Genre: Fluff
Characters: HAN & Y/N / FELIX & Y/N / SEUNGMIN & Y/N / I.N & Y/N
Warnings: None
HAN
* You both were shopping for your anniversary vacation that was coming up and needed to find the perfect matching outfit. So, both of you were headed towards the clothing department store when you felt a warm sensation take over your body making you feel little unsteady. Could it be my period? You thought as you walked a little further but felt something wet in your underwear.
* Han suddenly grabbed your hand as you were walking and pulled you to the corner of the sidewalk where no one was around. It took you definitely by surprised, you weren’t sure if something happened or if he was toying with you. “Babe, don’t move.” He added softly taking off his jacket and then pulling off his oversized hoodie. You watched him in curiosity for a second since he didn’t say anything further.
* You watched Han take your purse and hand you the sweater in exchange. “What’s this for?” You asked confused. “Love your pants are stained…Please wear this and I’ll take you to the store so you can buy something else to change into.” His voice sweetly added placing a kiss on your nose as he motioned to the sweater. I swear to god, he would be that kind of boyfriend to make sure his baby didn’t let anyone invade in her privacy. After you would wear the hoodie, he’d take you onto his back and carry you all the way back home or wherever you needed to go so that your legs wouldn’t hurt or be seen with stained clothing.
FELIX
* You two would be together making a snack after a long day of cleaning the house and then your tummy would hurt a little. Felix began to add the heavy cream into the cake batter in hopes to perfect his recipe but something felt off with your body.
* Your cramps began to become severe to a point where you slowly stop smiling and fade away into his shadow. He notices that you’re not feeling well instantly as you weren't giggling at his usual jokes anymore. "love, are you doing OK?" Felix suddenly drops everything in his hands and then wraps his hands around your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug.
"I- I don't know... My legs hurt a little" you whine a little clutching your tummy too.
* He would keep you tight in his arms, slowly swaying you back and forth. One hand rubbing your lower back, trying to help comfort you. “it’s okay y/n. We can stay like this for a while if you’d like. I can make your favorite hot drink once your ready to lay down.”
SEUNGMIN
* Seungie would be that type of boyfriend to quickly turn on Netflix of youtube so that you can watch movies while staying in during those days you felt so shitty. “Alright princess know that you got your favorite show on and chocolate to snack on, how about cuddling with me?” he would shyly add as he open his arms widely for you.
*You would act up a little and sometime hit him with pillows trying to push him over the edge but man he is that type of boy friend to never get mad at you. You hated being this way with your emotions but it happened naturally by accident. “Seungie, please leave me alone, you know I hate it when you wear that ugly sweater that she gave you.” He would frown a little as he would do anything to please you. So, he would quickly run to his closet and find that one couple tee that you guys bought and put it on to satisfy you again.
* Hidden behind his back as he came back to your side trying to make you happy again was a stuffie that he had bought online for you. He knew sometimes that even though you were mad with him you craved his smell and touch. So, this was closest to that. “Y/n!! Look what I have for you!! Its this special teddy bear that is so soft and big!” You’d quickly make up with him and accept the softest plushee you’ve ever seen. Imagine having a room dedicated in the apartment just for all the stuffies that he bought you while dating…bruh that would be a whole village of cuties lol
I.N
* ah our little baby bread! I think he would be that kind of partner to instantly want to make ramen for you and give you warm milk when you suddenly get your period after gaming all night with him. “Bub, is something wrong? You seem to be in the bathroom a little longer than you usually are.” His ears pressed flushed against the bathroom door that you locked to clean up your self quickly. When he didn’t hear an answer right away, he’d become worried and all out to you again. “yeah, Innie, I’m alright. I’ll be out in 2.” You’d think that it was because you hadn’t been sleeping well these days was the reason that your period came late and heavier than usual.
* It was little embarrassing to tell him when your period starts so you’d secretly go into the kitchen and try to make something warm to eat and that was rare. You loved only cold things, ice cream, naegmyeon (Korean noodle dish served with ice or cold broth over noodles), lemonade ect and when it was your period time, you didn’t have them. Bruh, he would pay attention the smallest detail in your diet change and secretly try to help you without making it embarrassing. Please, I need someone to take care of me like that. Is it hard to find someone to make you warm ramen and drinks? uwu
* After a nice hot bath, you would find a pair of his baggy sweats or his PJ bottoms that were older on the bathroom counter waiting for you to wear. He knew that it would be helpful for you as sometimes it could be a little messy. “Is bub feeling better after a hot bath and ramen? Maybe we can catch up on a game of left 4 dead (a pc game about zombies) after if you’re feeling well enough.” He would tease you trying to lighten the mood so you could be caught off guard. Softly patting your cheeks and then squeezing your thighs when sitting on the couch.
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There’s a new lipstick that claims to be make-out-proof. You, with your makeup expertise, naturally decide to test it on your model boyfriend, Felix: except he’s the one that gets to wear it.
🏷 gender neutral afab reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics), smut, fluff, some humor, established relationship, porn with barely any plot.
🏷 petnames “mommy” and “baby girl,” unprotected sex, feminization kink, slight oral and hand fixation, marking, butt plug (felix using), thigh riding, fingering (felix receiving), overstimulation, male squirting, lots of teasing, voyeurism mention, no specifics about y/n’s physique.
w/c: 8.8k
a/n: happy (hopefully not late) valentine’s day! to celebrate, i finally present to you the long overdue felix-gets-fucked fic! based on my thought piece, this concept has been on my mind ever since. i kept rewriting this fic but i drew the header art so fast LMAO icb i finished it!! otherwise, enjoy!
18+ only. minors do not interact.
On slow days, you would often find yourself bored in the makeup store. Your boyfriend, Lee Felix, would probably be just as bored, sitting in the chair of his set. Your notifications were as empty as the barren shop.
After two aimless scrolls down your Instagram feed, you realized that you hadn’t posted anything recently and hadn’t texted Felix that day.
The afternoon sun brought in waves of humid air throughout the city, setting everyone back from a trip around the shops. You peered over at the conversation with your boyfriend as you thought about ways to kill time.
It wasn’t uncommon to go for a while without contacting each other. It had been years since you two became official, after all, and comfortable silence had become a given that you both simply indulged in. That didn’t take your mind off of the boredom, though, and your fingers itched to do something. They found Felix’s contact on your phone, bedazzled with an embarrassing nickname and profile picture.
It stung to think that if you weren’t looking at his endearing profile, you would instead settle for some sort of creeping guilt of not posting anything on your social media page after a while. Either way, you shot him a message.
you: lix, wya?
you: im bored as hell
Considering Felix’s work as a professional model, he would probably reply in less than ten minutes. You thought to turn your phone off and play with the freshly-cleaned makeup brushes on the makeup store’s vanity counter while waiting.
But this is Lee Felix, the sunshine of your days, and you didn’t have to wait any longer than two seconds.
lixie: Am at the shoot I told u about
lixie: Bored too tbh LOL
Even if he typed in a silly way, you couldn’t help but love him.
He’d always been your go-to person to unwind and be yourself around. Starting as best friends gave you both a jumpstart to be comfortable around the other. People would say it worked a little too well especially since you two had become the most seriously unserious couple in the creative industry.
That fact made him understand you more than anyone else: you were both creatives. Your heart belonged to the artistic liberties of makeup and beauty, while his heart belonged to the ethereal realm of modeling and fashion. Your two hearts found each other, which was almost perfect for the adjacent businesses. He collaborated with you on makeup challenges. You came to his sets as his “preferred makeup artist.” He understood you whenever you ranted about stupid trends and declining engagement in your channels.
With that, could tell him about your uneventful day and equally uneventful social media pages, but you refrained from complaining more than dropping a passing mention.
you: idrk what to do there are no customers
you: and i havent posted anything new
you: but its not like theres much to do
lixie: Well you’re the genius one here!
lixie: Got art block or something?
The prompt response caught you off guard. Almost as if you have forgotten, this was Felix, and he always sensed whenever something was wrong.
As if he had some sort of radar or emotion detector, he always just knew how you were. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had always been in the proximity of your face, observing your concentration as you put eyeliner on him before shooting. Maybe that connection stuck with him after years of being together, and it had remained strong to the point that he could feel it from miles away, staring emptily into the face of some other random MUA.
Alas, you found yourself overthinking again. You would rather overthink about your relationship than your semi-abandoned creative efforts, though.
you: well i guess you can call it that. im just conscious since i havent really posted
you: idk what to do next. ive done everything
lixie: How about, “Boyfriend does my makeup drunk edition”? :D
you: boring !
lixie: “Makeup tut but bf does my voiceover”? :D
you: just because it got views doesnt mean its worth doing a fifth time >:((
lixie: I’m kidding LOL
The scowl on your face reflected on the mirror sitting in front of you. You knew that if only Felix saw it right now, he would have lost his mind trying to turn it upside down.
You were right though. You two did everything.
My boyfriend does my makeup? Done, and he did an okay job at it. “The boy beat” makeup tutorial featuring Felix? Damn right he did. Boyfriend does my voiceover? It was so good that you guys did it four times and everyone fell in love with the deep timbre of his voice contrasted with his surprising amount of knowledge. Even if it was easy to collaborate with him, it was hard to create something new and unique. On the contrary, your audience fell in love with you two. It’s nice to watch a model and a stylist practice their art together.
Lost for ideas, you decided just to tease him instead.
lixie: So? No ideas in that pretty head?
you: i got one thing in mind
lixie: And what might that be?
you: having you here
you: in my arms
you: to kiss up and call pretty :>
It was a thing that you usually did since you loved how he always reacted so pricelessly. He didn’t disappoint with his response, the notifications popping up not even half a minute after your last message.
lixie: HNDNSABNNDJS
lixie: Don’t tease me unprompted!!
lixie: ;__;
You’re so grateful that he’s always up to play with you.
You thought deeply — too deeply for a situation like this — and scanned the store shelves and storage room for ideas.
You wondered what he would be up to right now.
Felix was stunned.
Done-up in the most expensive face and hairstyle he’s rocked to date, adorned with an unbuttoned suit jacket that one could only dream to wear, he was supposed to look like the stunner. His pecs were only barely hidden and the midsection of his upper body was almost entirely exposed.
Instead, he was the speechless one. He wasn’t shocked by the cold air seeping through his revealing outfit, but his hair raised at your messages.
Your teasing usually should not affect him this much, but today, it was something different. The whole day, all he could think about was you. His mind went to your first meeting. Earlier, he got deja vu as one of the stylists applied lipstick on him. It felt familiar, the feeling of a senior stylist’s hand resting on his face as a brush glided along the perimeter of his mouth. All it lacked was the stunning view of your face in particular. It reminded him of the first time you ever laid eyes on him, and it was to check on his eyeshadow. You stared at each other for too long, exchanged numbers after the shoot, and the rest was history.
He was pissed, to say the least, that you weren’t the assigned stylist for the shoot this time. Nothing could ever compare to the focused look you gave him as you fixed the corners of his mouth with the smooth swipe of your pinky finger.
He craved that touch again.
“Yo,” a dragged-out sigh whisked through the air. “You’ll catch a fly in your mouth if you keep that jaw open.”
Felix looked up from his phone to find Hyunjin, his best friend and one of the junior photographers on set, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. He had his bleached blond hair half-up, tied messily to complete his so-called “intern look.” Most of the senior directors and photographers on set confused him for a model.
“Am I interrupting some kinda internal monologue sesh?” Hyunjin smiled, leaning behind Felix’s chair, raising a brow at him through the reflection.
“No, I just—”
“He’s thinking about Y/N again.” Jeongin, their other best friend, popped from behind the vanity, carrying Hyunjin’s abandoned camera.
The two were interns at the studio. Both were very bored art students looking for a job to pass the time by. Jeongin was there to work as a personal assistant and was mistaken for a stylist considering his fashion sense. His behavior around set proved otherwise, though, since he spent the entire day prodding at everyone’s business.
Felix was no exception as a victim.
“Imagine flirting online,” Hyunjin chuckled while reaching for the camera. Jeongin handed it out to him, only to swing his arm back, teasing the older.
Jeongin dismissed the frown on Hyunjin’s face and fiddled with the camera. “Yeah, cut your significant other some slack, they must be busy at the store or something,” he added.
“Nah, they aren’t.”
Hyunjin snagged the camera back. “Editing a Youtube video?”
“That’s exactly why they messaged me. They asked for ideas for a new video.” Felix sat back and redirected his eyes back to the conversation on his phone. The other two slowly turned their heads to each other.
“Wow! Did you hear that, Innie? They messaged him!” Hyunjin yelped.
“Cut it out, overdramatic cunts.” The accent made the last word roll off Felix’s tongue in a heavy and aggressive accent. “I want to help them this once. Shoo. Leave me be.”
“Oh, why are you getting all worked up, man?” The younger placed his hands on Felix’s shoulders and wiggled them.
Actually — why was he getting all worked up? Everything seemed off: he wasn’t the type to get annoyed easily like that.
He would have defended himself, but he thought it over. Not only had he been unusually sentimental while getting ready, but even as the day started, he was already rolling off to a rough start. He barely got out of bed, reaching out to you from the side and asking for longer morning cuddles specifically from you. He had been so clingy all day that the silence and afternoon heat killed him from looking forward to anything else but you.
A discussion brewed between the menaces as Felix thought about it. “Innie, you know, he couldn’t even hit the poses right. The director felt bad because our bro didn’t seem into it.”
Felix’s cheeks flushed upon hearing that. “No way, Hyune,” the other replied.
Oh god, Felix thought.
He swatted embarrassing thoughts away from his head to not get teased any further by his own friends. His thoughts — and something else — were hindering him from doing anything physically. The poor boy couldn’t even shift in his seat from embarrassment. It’s not that he didn’t want to physically fidget, he just couldn’t. His entire body froze, but he also just could not move by any means. It would be uncomfortable for him, and it wasn’t just because the clothes restricted him.
Something underneath his clothes would shift too and pierce his body with shockwaves. Before that could, though, his phone vibrated before he did.
you: babe!
you: had a breakthrough so big i said eureka out loud in the store
[you sent a photo]
Felix immediately opened the notifications and observed the sent messages. He opened the photo even before it loaded. When it did, he nearly melted in his seat.
You supposedly sent him a picture of a product that you found. By the looks of it, you probably thought of doing a product review of it, but that wasn’t the first impression he got from the picture. The first thing he saw was your face, winking with a toothy grin, your beautiful hand holding the product up next to your cheek.
God, you were all sorts of stunning to him.
lixie: OMHJYGOD YOUre so pretty
you: dont look at me, silly!
you: look at this lipstick. its so funny
For a moment, he didn’t listen. His eyes were still fixated on everything from your expression, to your features, to the nails that you just got done holding up the product. As if he had gone stupid, he had to blink and shake his head before formulating a reply that made sense.
lixie: LMFAOOOO THE NAME
you: its not the name baby
lixie: WHAT SHADE COLOR IS THAT LMAOOO
you: the shade looks fine, look at the label!
lixie: What’s it say
you: the label claims its make-out proof
lixie: ??!!! LOL
Of course, he didn’t make any sort of sense whatsoever. His two friends watched him frantically type away, barely being able to process anything from the mere sight of you.
“Bro’s deluded,” Jeongin whispered.
“Bro’s fucking horny,” Hyunjin commented, squinting at his friend.
you: you sound so funny baby
you: anyway i was thinking i should review it
you: but can you join me? i wanna try something
It felt like something broke inside of him. A shot of excitement ran through his system, hitting down until his core — oh shit that hurt.
He tried to twist his lower half again, fidgeting in his seat, but it grew harder for him to do so. With tears in his eyes, he jolted up, attempting to focus on the conversation.
lixie: Sure, what do you want me to do?
lixie: Won’t you just do an application and wear test thing?
you: mmm i guess u can say that
you: but im making it a lil different
lixie: How so?
The intrigue bit his tongue and Felix attempted to swallow it. The staff around him were wrapping up the shoot, pushing equipment back in their places, and some started to leave as soon as the director announced the last “cut.” He, however, was glued to the vanity chair, shaking in anticipation.
you: im gonna put it on you baby <3
Felix’s eyes widened.
It didn’t matter how many times you placed makeup on him, nor did it matter how many times he joined you in your antics. There were too many things going on in his head that toyed with his thought process and everything that came with it. He didn’t exactly know why, but a knot formed in his stomach. He grew nervous and just knew that you were up to something sinister.
lixie: But how are we gonna do the wear test? I already got my face done and half the day has passed, I’m even done w my part of the shoot
you: you dont get it ???
lixie: I don’t get it!!
you: ill put it on you when you get here. and were not just testing how long it wears regularly, were testing what the label says
you: ill be there in 10mins love you baby
He sat back, looked up from his phone, and his gaze zeroed in on his reflection, attempting to focus on the thought. How would you conduct a different kind of wear test? In terms of makeup, a wear test would simply be to spend a full day with the product on and to see if it still holds its place at the end of it. It had already been well past afternoon by that time and it wasn’t like there were many other things to do that could budge the lipstick aside from dinner. He always trusted your genius, but he knew that there was more to this.
Felix blinked, once, twice, and then stared.
Were you…going to test if it was really make-out proof?
The world around him seemed to dim — it did, since the studio lights were turning off and the senior stylists urged Jeongin to wake the model up from his short-circuiting brain to change out of the clothes.
That is if Felix could still respond before the horniness consumed him.
lixie: Wait
lixie: Don’t tell me
lixie: DON’T TELL ME
lixie: You’ll test it by putting it on me
lixie: AND THEN MAKE OUT WITH ME??????
[Read 2:50 PM]
lixie: Y/N!!! Answer me!!!
[Delivered, unread 2:51 PM]
The cogs in his head accelerated before banging to a full stop, clinks and clanks ringing through his ears at his very slow realization.
“Congrats, smartypants, you figured it out.” Hyunjin scoffed from behind him.
“Dude—wait, hey! Have you been watching me the whole time?!”
“You should be more secretive,” Jeongin giggled. “Get those privacy screen protectors or something. Now we know what poor Y/N has to deal with every day.”
“And stop getting your thoughts tangled in horny next time you text,” Hyunjin elbowed the poor model boy, fiddling with his camera as if nothing happened. “Don’t worry. Your secrets and online PDA are safe with us.”
Felix’s face was washed without color. His jaw hung open both at his friends’ antics and your devilish plans.
“I’m looking forward to that review,” Jeongin added before walking away, teasingly pushing Felix’s shoulder on the way out. “Not that I’ll use it or anything.”
The two friends left the set side-eyeing and giggling at Felix.
—
It wasn’t long before you pulled up to the studio to pick your boyfriend up.
“Hi, darling.” Felix’s greeting and nervous smile lit up the quiet air and darkness of your car. He got in the passenger seat and immediately leaned in to kiss your cheek.
He was trembling.
You had to laugh. “Hey, babe. What’s got you shaken up?”
“Long day.”
“That’s it?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Long because of you,” he said, scrunching his nose. “Kept teasing me.”
“Aw, don’t sulk, silly.” You cooed at him, “Save the pout for later, baby. We’re going home.”
Maybe it was the combination of inhaling your expensive signature scent and hearing the sound of your voice again that made him tingle all over. Maybe it had to do with the curling corners of your mouth that gave Felix all the information he needed in the world. Maybe it was the fact that you held the back of his seat as the car reversed, and the action looked undeniably sexy.
Felix lifted a leg to cross over the other, but it only ever made him look more uncomfortable throughout the entire car ride home. Though concerned, you didn’t point it out, and instead continued to drive.
His chest was heaving and he internally scolded himself for acting like a bitch in heat.
The both of you arrived home sooner than expected.
The tunes that you played earlier in the car ride home stuck in Felix’s head. He wondered if the song choice of a sultry voice singing about “wants and needs” was deliberate. It was your playlist, and if you intended to include subliminal messaging, then it worked like a charm on him.
He had been worked out to the point he couldn’t face you. The moment he laid eyes on you again in your apartment’s living room, he shied away almost immediately.
You caught his averting gaze, though, and disallowed him from living it down. “Is there something on my face, baby?”
Baby. He could spend a lifetime just listening to you calling him that name. The way it sounded so natural coming from you made him melt.
He also could not stop staring at your lips. You always wore a certain gloss no matter the occasion. Even if it was your signature, Felix couldn’t help but stare, and it didn’t make his situation any better. In fact, it got worse, and it felt like the straining in his pants could explode.
“Mm, ‘s nothing, Y/N.”
“You sure?” You prodded. “Your friends kept waving at me and they looked back at you earlier.”
“Ah, please don’t mind them.” He scoffed. “They were being cheeky cunts.”
“That’s a funny way to put it.”
“Anyway, how are we gonna do th-the…uh, the thing…?” Felix stammered, playing with his fingers instead of looking you in the eye.
“Oh, glad you mentioned it!” You hurriedly grabbed the three tiny boxes in your bag. “I got a bit excited over it. Look at this!”
There was nothing too remarkable about the boxes. They looked like basic products, but the huge bolded font on the product labels caught his eye. “It’s more of a stain or something. The label says it can survive five consecutive make-out sessions before a singular budge.”
“It’s…interesting, yeah.” Felix blinked. You chuckled, nodding at his reasonable reaction. “So…y-you’ll put that on me.”
“Yep.”
“And then we kiss.”
“Make-out,” you corrected. Your voice was clear and slightly stern, but the smile that formed on your face sent him in shivers.
The familiarity in your features contrasted with whatever stunts you were going to pull on him sent his head into a haze.
“Anything wrong with it?”
“No,” he shook his head.
“Lix, baby, just be clear with me.” You inched closer to him, bringing your hands to his plump freckle-spotted cheeks. “You don’t mind that I’ll record this and post it?”
“Of course, I don’t mind. I just…” Felix sighed.
“…Just curious, what are you planning to show in the video?”
“I’m gonna show the application, I’ll start by putting it on you.”
The heat rushed to Felix’s face as numerous thoughts clouded his mind as he visualized everything in his mind.
“We’re gonna kiss for a brief moment in the video, probably make out and do…whatever,” you winked shyly. “It’s only gonna be brief. Gotta keep it within community guidelines.”
One of your hands made its way down to his hip. You pulled him closer. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat from gulping back an otherwise embarrassing sound.
You had to wonder if he was hiding anything causing him discomfort there.
“You’re sure you’re okay?”
Felix bit his lip. “A hundred percent sure.”
“If you don’t want—”
“I want…it,” he whispered under his breath. “I want you.”
He flashed a weak smile. He was incredibly excited, but he was losing composure and he didn’t exactly know why.
He was about to melt in your hands but you held him up and adjusted your set-up for the video with an equally beautiful smile.
—
Three, two, one, action.
The camera rolled and you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline surge through you. Impressively, you thought you would have lost your spark at content creation, but posing in front of the ring light felt refreshing.
“It’s been a long time coming y’all,” you waved, “but I’m back! And guess who I’m with!”
Felix stared at the camera for a moment, his eyes flicking back to you for a split second. It was his cue to wave as well.
“Ah, hi, everyone!”
“Still handsome and meek as always,” you teased. “He still has a bit of makeup on since he came from a shoot.”
Your hand ran down the side of his neck. You felt the goosebumps rise from his skin.
“Anyway, today I’ll be starting a series of videos covering weird products and their weird claims. We’re starting strong with this funky new liquid lipstick from…B.Me Cosmetics.”
Taking the tube out of its package, you examined it and showed it to the phone camera. You swatched a shade on the back of your hand. Differing from a bullet lip, it had a liquid formula that boasted a unique, pseudo-gloss satin finish.
“It claims to be smudge-proof, make-out-proof, everything-proof. Can last five rounds of kissin’ and smoochin’ I assume.” You said many things that Felix didn’t even dare to process.
Felix simply watched your hands delicately hold the product. His gaze was fixated on your nails, fingers, and everything about you that wasn’t the lipstick.
“But oh no no, I’m not testing it on myself. Well, kinda, but Lixie over here is gonna be my test subject.” You swung an arm over Felix, dragging him down to the height of the phone, showing everyone his nervous yet precious face. He eyed up at you with what seemed to be hearts in his pupils.
“Let’s first see how this goes on, hmm?”
You walked a bit away to grab two chairs: one was velvety and comfortable, while the other was taller and had regular cushions. The first was the same chair your clients usually sat on, and the second was your working chair. You urged him to sit down, patting the seat as a signal.
The moment he sat down, Felix started trembling. His knees looked like they were about to give in and his thighs took a moment to settle onto the velvet.
“Everything alright?” You whispered.
He wordlessly nodded back at you. Unknown to you, though, he bit back a noise. He didn’t mind the sharp pulsing pain when he finally got the courage to look up fully, of course with the guidance of your thumb and index finger propping up his chin.
It felt like handling a little kitten in your hands.
“Which shade, which shade…” You took the other bottles out of the bold box packaging and waved them out in front of Felix’s lips. It either would have been a rosy nude color, a deep red, or a bright cherry pinkish-red.
You tapped the tube of the last color against your boyfriend’s bottom lip, watching his cheeks pout slightly at the action. You quietly settled on the cherry color, to Felix’s apparent delight.
“Would you look at that?” You cupped his face with one hand, holding the lipstick on your free one. You faced him towards the camera, relishing in the sight of his cheeks puffing up in your palm. “Call me biased or whatever, but his lips are some of the prettiest I’d ever seen.”
Before he could indulge in the praise though, you urged him to open his mouth. He didn’t prepare for any of this and not your next course of action.
You slotted the bottle in between Felix’s teeth and kept it in place even after unscrewing the applicator off. He bit slightly and carefully to keep the bottle in place without damaging it. If he were a nervous wreck then, he became overly anxious now. You, however, in full focus, took the applicator of the liquid lipstick and slid it along his top lip. The cold sensation of the new foreign product on his mouth made him squirm slightly, though you held him firmly in place with your hand.
“So fitting that his lips are shaped like a heart. He’s so kissable.” You smooched the air while cleaning up the perimeter of his lips, teasing him.
Wished I kissed you right now, huh? Felix could hear that in your voice and he let it echo in his pretty little head. Alas, he couldn’t retaliate nor speak back at all. He couldn’t even dip his head in embarrassment. Your eyes were trained on the brush you flicked, almost dismissive of your own flirting and it mismatched the smirk that adorned your mouth after teasing.
It was the exact kind of look he’s seen many times before. The exact look he fell in love with when you first met.
It’s the look he would get off to almost every night.
You finished off applying the lipstick and it was impressively smooth. You took the bottle from his teeth and sighed. The color made his mouth look irresistibly edible. It would take you three marathons and a trip to the moon to admit that you were starting to feel just as affected as Felix by the sight of his pouty mouth.
“Rub those pretty lips for me, baby.”
Only you could say those words to him the way that you do. Felix felt multiple urges rummaging through his system at once. He could almost cry from wanting to say something, to call out your name, to moan it, to whine and whimper, and melt in your arms as if nobody were watching.
The eyes of the world were on him, though, and all he could do was comply. He rubbed his lips together and pouted them out with a smack.
“Good job, baby.” You rubbed his chin with your thumb. He felt fire surging within his heart.
He knew that you knew what you were doing. It was only you, after all, who knew how to push his buttons in the right places. Unlike Hyunjin nor Jeongin, it took you no effort and no risks to leave him a mentally jumbled mess; not agitated, but certainly needy.
You were still sticking to a mental script, though. “How does it feel? Chalky? Rough? Sticky…?”
“I-It’s smooth. Feels thin.” He felt his tongue almost twist in his mouth from trying to speak when he was physically weakening over you.
“Seems like a good formula,” you giggled.
He watched as you turned your back on him, explaining bits of beauty jargon that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. His vision seemed to blur as a need to satisfy the growing discomfort in his pants overwhelmed him. It all snapped away for a second when you switched the angle of your phone and pulled him up by his arms, leading him in front of the couch.
All of a sudden, you rubbed a circle around the base of his wrist. You looked up at him with eyes that demanded something from him. It was dark yet inviting as if he had just eyed down a wolf threatening to eat him whole.
The gesture was your signal that you wanted to fuck him then and there.
Felix finally didn’t have to keep to himself.
“Time to test how good it wears,” you smirked at him.
Felix’s eyes were focused on yours. He didn’t move an inch as your fingers crawled from his jaw to his cheek. You glanced at your phone, propped up on the countertop, to check if it was recording. When you looked back, your eyes met Felix’s red lips.
You were so glad that you picked that shade. The makeup line released a ton of colors and your mind folded into itself when you realized how many there were. It was almost overwhelming to choose a shade for your boyfriend: you wanted to see him with a pinky nude on his lips, but you also thought the dark berry shade looked pretty.
As a trained makeup artist, you had a knack for figuring out which hues elevated which skin tones. Of all people, you knew Felix’s skin would match the slightly muted, pinkish cherry satin stain.
You should know this. You’ve seen his skin flush many times before, that would be more than enough to be familiar with the hues of his delicious skin.
You were the reason why he would constantly blush, after all. His skin would burn under your slightest touch, but it would flare up until his freckles darkened each time you held him down on your hips and called him pretty. His cheeks would turn as red as the tip of his cock every time you squeezed it lightly.
Before you could think of any more, you tapped your boyfriend’s cheek. His face burned into a shade not far from the color of his lipstick.
“Are you sure you want to record this with me?” You asked, eyes scanning his face for second thoughts.
Felix almost forgot that you needed a clip of the both of you briefly kissing. He nodded after a second, confusion snapping into realization as you smiled at him. He seemed to be lost in thought, too: maybe he was nervous, maybe he was thinking of the same things you thought about. Either way, he simply answered with a smirk and the faintest giggle.
“Yeah. I’m game.”
You were on a mission to prove that this lip product could not budge after an intense make-out session. Now, you — and maybe Felix — wanted to see if it could survive intense sex, too.
All it took were two inches forward: you grabbed his hands dangling in front of you and closed in. Your noses touched each other, the skin bumping softly before your lips slotted against his in the smoothest kiss possible. To his surprise, you started gently. He expected you to crash against his mouth. He expected you to rummage through the product sitting on his mouth right away, to test its strength as a long-lasting piece of makeup, but you didn’t.
Maybe he wanted you to be rough. He wanted it.
You could tell by the whimper he choked up behind the kiss. That, and his hands roamed around your arms and sides, pulling you closer.
“Getting a little excited now, are we?” You purred, pulling your face away from his. He hesitated to break the kiss, inching his lips closer to yours even as you talked.
“Sorry, s-sorry. Got a little carried away.”
You wondered what got him to be so clingy and affectionate. You’re well aware of him being loving and tender, but it’s another thing to have him smitten while you’re doing nothing special.
Little did you know that to him, everything involving you is special. Even the texts you sent earlier and the ones you sent before. He couldn’t stop thinking about them; who wouldn’t, especially when you were being such a tease?
He finally pulled his head back. “Smooth,” he whispered.
You thought to tease him. “The lipstick?”
“No,” Felix chuckled, “I meant you.”
Your hands traveled from up to his toned arms until one of them met the nape of his neck — his sensitive spot. You often called him a little kitten for enjoying being petted on that spot a little too much.
“So, did it rub off yet?” Your boyfriend managed to squeak, still affected by your antics.
His face was impossibly close to yours and you could feel the heat in his cheeks growing the more that he smiled at you. You stepped back to observe his face: apart from the blush on his cheeks, the lipstick was seemingly left unscathed. By the look on his face, he observed your lips, and there were no signs of product transferring.
He also just wanted to kiss it again.
You raised an eyebrow at the camera and shrugged. “I guess it survived round one.”
“That was round one?” Felix mirrored the look you gave your phone. “I thought we call that first base.”
Your head whipped back to him. He simply smirked back, feigning an angel’s smile.
You’ve dated him for a long while, and while he had always been silly, he had never been this way in front of the camera. You wondered if the shoot he did — or the staff he was with — earlier had anything to do with a sudden ego boost.
“Now you’re bold, baby.”
The nickname caused Felix’s smirking eyes into wide ones, the excitement writing itself everywhere on his face.
“Just wanna do more with you,” he teased back. “Do more rounds, test how much removes.”
He puckered his lips and pouted. It was a juicy invitation that you couldn’t turn down. Instead, you took it with a kiss — a deep kiss, one that made you inhale and caught him off guard.
It was still gentle and velvety. It felt like you both tasted clouds and nothing was in between. The hand on the nape of his neck ran up to his hair and back down almost instinctively, making Felix shake. Unable to focus on both the sensation of a passionate kiss, an overwhelming urge to breathe and process the suddenness, and the general feeling of being petted, his hands swung to your chest and squeezed.
“Ah! Felix!” You whispered loudly against his mouth, almost moaning at the sensation.
“Sorry! Force of habit,” he said.
“Gotta keep it PG, baby, I’m posting this.” He nodded assuringly at your words but his hands were crucially still on your chest, threatening to squeeze again.
After realizing this, he immediately attempted to pull his hands back, an apology dripping on the tip of his tongue. Instead, you surprisingly threw your hands on his wrists, caging his hands in place.
If that didn’t surprise him enough, you leaned in close to his face and kissed him once more. It was fiery this time; he felt your tongue darting at him while your teeth nipped slightly at his bottom lip before you pulled away. He gasped louder than he should have.
You giggled at his shock and nuzzled your face on his neck. “Sorry. Reflex.”
“But mommy—” Felix froze, realizing what he had just said. He didn’t mean to say that.
All the cockiness he displayed earlier fizzled out into thin air. You could feel the heartbeat in his neck thumping against your lips. From his eyes fluttered shut to wide open ones, you could see the embarrassment wash over him.
Sure, you two were doing something intimate, kissing and groping in front of the camera. He knew and trusted you enough to edit it out, but the idea that footage would have existed of him calling you that nickname…scared him. The camera watched him, the microphone picked up his low voice, and on the off-chance that this moment makes the cut, thousands of people would have seen it.
He’d gotten used to the idea that millions of people could pass by his face and body, but it’s different when he’s exposing a bit of himself that he only reserved for you — his “mommy.”
“Y/N… Shit, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t—”
“Oh baby, it’s okay.” You gave a reassuring look and a warm smile, shifting your position to hide his face away from the phone camera.
The pet name was his suggestion. The idea that you could hold this title as his dominant partner was something he never thought of telling you at first, but the moment he mentioned it, you indulged immediately. It was something so dear, so sweet, and soft, definitely making you less of an ominous presence to him in bed and more like a warm home he can return to. You loved it even if he didn’t expect you to.
Even while he’s embarrassed and fully vulnerable, he felt so safe, entrusted to the only one in his life that could take the title without judgment.
“Call me that as much as you want. I won’t show it,” you whispered. Felix nodded but you didn’t miss the tears threatening to form in his eyes.
“Mommy…” He inevitably gave up and dipped his head in the crook of your neck. You petted the back of his head again and kissed the side of his head, calming him with hushes and soft hums.
Before he could melt at your warm embrace, you took a few steps back. Felix whined and hoped to hug you for longer, only to watch you press the button on your phone to stop the recording. You shut the phone off, looked back at him, and smiled with your eyes.
He always valued your respect for his boundaries and the fact that you always made his comfort your top priority.
“We’re not done,” you inched closer, “the lipstick’s still on there.”
Because if you two were going to fuck comfortably, you two were still going to fuck.
Taking his arms and pulling them towards you, you prompted him to wrap himself around you as your lips crashed against his. You held him by his waist — it was remarkably small, toned, and muscled but definitely made for your hands to take it.
With force, you hugged his waist and carried him slightly, pushing you both on the couch. You sat on it while he was essentially hovering over your figure, his hips just above your lap.
“Mommy—g-god,” Felix gasped, muffled by another nudge of your mouth.
As if your brain switched off, your hands started going on their own. One was trained on his hip and the other snaked up his side and cupped his face, making him tremble at the sudden yet soft movements.
You were focused on the kiss but you just knew he looked gorgeous.
Of all the clients you put makeup on, your boyfriend always turned out the prettiest. Maybe it’s because his eyes seemed to shine with certain shadows on them. Maybe it’s the way his freckles peek through the base products. In this case, maybe it was the plumpness of his lips that you loved, covered in a flattering shade of red. Maybe that’s what was doing it for you.
“You’re so cute, baby,” you said, pausing the kiss.
Felix pouted. The pigment on his lips accentuated the curves of his mouth. “Not as cute as mommy.”
“Hm, thank you. But you’re my cute baby.”
Sometimes, you wonder how you got this to be so vulnerable, so whipped for you. It didn’t take him that long to warm up to you with this side of him, a side he so dearly hid from the rest of the world. It’s like this doll was made for you.
“Mommy,” Felix dragged out a whimper as he called you by the title. “Making me needy.”
“Don’t get impatient baby boy,” you whispered, a kiss on his temple following your sweet words.
While rolling your hips onto his, you thought about it what you said. You thought back to the last night he fell into this extremely submissive role. He’d always been the one under you and you’ve always been the one in control, but during that one night — similar to this one — he shyly asked you to call him a certain pet name. You loved it, probably more than he did, and you figured he might want to hear you say it again.
“Or are you my baby girl for tonight?”
“Mommy!” Felix scolded. If his cheeks were already flushed, his entire face heated up with a warmth that you simply indulged in. His ears and the corners of his eyes lit up with a blush tone that complimented and accentuated the cherry color that lined his shy smile.
He enjoyed the pet name too much, and he seemed to be threatened with memories of the same night the moment you said it.
“What? Don’t want to be my baby girl? It’s okay if you—”
“I’m mommy’s girl! Yeah, I’m their baby girl!”
Almost all traces of bass in Felix’s voice left the moment he squealed his response to you.
His eyebrows were slanting upwards like a needy puppy, his eyes sparkled as beads of tears sat on his eyelashes, and he wiggled his hips onto yours with a neediness you’ve seen many times before. He briefly whimpered again in a high pitch.
Being called that for the first time was as special to him as it was to you. It still landed him punches to the gut every time you said it. You would wonder why he loved it even if he was incredibly comfortable in his masculinity.
Maybe it made sense like that, considering he was wearing makeup while sitting on your lap.
You kissed him again and praised him until he gave into the burning sensations he felt from your overwhelmingly smooth graces around his body. With fast swipes, you pulled his plain shirt over his head, only to clothe him again with nothing but the warm embrace of your arms.
He moaned, writhed, and whined, adjusting his position on your lap until his legs were slotted against one of your thighs. Once he found his balance, he rutted against your leg, letting out a sound that he couldn’t resist.
“Didn’t even undress you yet, I still have pants on, and you’re already riding me?” You smiled widely at him. Felix huffed, unable to think, inhaling so that he wouldn’t drool on your shirt.
Or your chest, now that you abandoned your top in a flash, leaving it even harder for him to contain himself.
You took his lips into yours again, this time licking and biting his sweet mouth, allowing his tongue to slide against yours. It was messy and sloppy, just the way he needed it. You wondered if he had been craving this for so long and just couldn’t tell you.
Nevertheless, the next step was to take the bottoms off of your lower half and his own, but he paused your hands from reaching onto his crotch.
“W-Want mommy’s off first,” he sighed. It sounded more like a question now that his voice was so high and his tone was so soft. He was far from the boy whose mouth went foul over his own best friends at work.
His head was far gone, you figured.
Felix helped you pull your pants down, careful not to disrupt the current position that you were both in, only slightly lifting yourself off the couch. He sighed once he saw you, bare and beautiful, rid of anything that kept him from being horny the entire day.
He wanted you so bad.
“Baby girl, tell me,” it was your turn to pause his hands from reaching you. Confused, he
“Is something bothering you?”
“No…not really a-a bother…” He pursed his lips. One of his thumbs caught the side of
He figured to rip the bandaid off and just show you the source of his discomfort—or, as it seems, the source of his pleasure.
“Baby girl, you…”
He revealed a pastel pink lacy fabric covering his private area. He was wearing panties.
“I…I got them from a PR package…from th-that one underwear company…” Felix justified, stuttering from both extreme embarrassment and arousal.
“It was supposed to be yours b-but I…liked it so much…a-and I wanted to…”
You couldn’t help but notice the drool threatening to fall from his tongue, glossing his lips. Distracted, you didn’t kiss him. You licked his mouth and bit his bottom lip again. The blood under his skin rushed to color his lips, emphasizing the pink-colored stain.
As you bit his lip, your fingers found the band of his panties, toying with the pink lace before slipping under it. The flesh — rather, his cock — was hard and pulsing. Felix moaned. His chest heaved from being unable to process everything at once.
“Baby girl’s clit is so hard for me already.” You pecked his cheek and let him whine. “You’ve been needy since earlier?”
“Y-Yeah, but, ‘m…not finished.” He mumbled under his breath. “Got more…to show you.”
He pulled his panties fully down, allowing his cock to bounce up. You couldn’t help but notice something at the base, but your suspicions were confirmed when he led one of your hands to touch his ass.
“You wore a butt plug the whole day?”
Felix’s face flushed into a shade similar, if not deeper than the cherry red he wore on his lips. At your words, he felt like crumpling into himself.
“It’s just for you. Thought y-you’d like it.”
All you could do in response was kiss him deeply and thrust your thigh up, hitting the plug deeper into his ass.
He moaned deliciously into the kiss and almost cried at the contact. It fucked with him — literally — the entire day and you made it all the better. Only that he had so little time to adjust before you gave him a dark look again.
“Mommy, what are you—”
He was shut up by you licking his mouth and your fingers filling up his hole.
“Your cunt’s so fucking wet, baby girl.” Your words left your system through gritted teeth, filtering your animalistic desire to ruin him even more than ever. “This pussy is mine and only mine.”
You bit his lip once more, sucking on the plump flesh before abandoning it. “Bet your toys can’t satisfy you as I do.”
“They d-don’t, mommy!” Felix was on the verge of tears, choking back sobs as your teeth found his jaw, peppering it with love bites lining his natural contour.
You started pumping your fingers up and down his ass, hitting his prostate with your fingertips over and over. “Can only take me inside your cunt.”
“Ah, god—fuck, mommy!” The delirious sounds escaping him as he scrambled to hold onto your body kept you going.
As if he noticed, he started grinding into the air next to your entrance. You took this as his usual sign that he wanted to please you too. Felix valued mutual pleasure and craved it as much as he craved the sloppy crashing of mouths on a couch.
“Take me like a good girl.” Your voice softened as you cooed. “Can you do it? Ride mommy’s fingers while fucking into me?”
He could only nod frantically, allowing the drool in his mouth to drop onto his cock.
The lipstick probably looked so messy by now.
You held his cock, lengthy and hard, and squeezed it in your free hand. “This is mommy’s to play with.”
Shoving it into your entrance, you curled your fingers deep onto Felix’s prostate, eliciting loud moans from either of you. Felix could scream from the sudden warmth enveloping his cock.
“Rub your clit against me,” you demanded, urging him to thrust his cock immediately. He complied only to start whining and crying out from the stimulation.
You leaned your head to the side and exposed your neck. With a subtle nod of your head, you invited him to bite your neck before his next thrust. Lightning bolts entered you when his teeth sunk into your skin for some semblance of comfort.
In turn, you kissed and sucked a spot on Felix’s shoulder. The biting sensation made him squirm away from you, but his noises only amplified when you latched onto a more sensitive spot above his freckled collarbone. It didn’t help that your fingers were practically exiting and entering his hole completely, filling and emptying him at a speed he almost couldn’t take.
The stimulation from all ends of his body caught up to him, release rumbling from his core up to his cock. He begged and pleaded and called your name multiple times as you did too. Felix readied for release but shocked himself when it came suddenly, almost without warning.
He started gushing just outside your entrance, the relief surging through his hips in waves: it had never happened to him before, but the slight amusement on his fucked-out face sent you over the edge too.
You came at the same time, your wetness coating the sides of your thighs and the cushions of the couch, the pool of both your juices mixing right under you.
It had to take you both several minutes to an hour of downtime before you both got up to clean. During that time, Felix held you close, trapping you in a warm cuddle.
“Y/N, I love you,” he whispered, his deep voice returning, calming you from your high.
You pressed one more kiss on his lips. “I love you too, Felix.”
Aftercare had to be a non-negotiable after the scene you guys painted all over the living room.
You made sure to offer Felix the softest bubble bath, massaging and soothing every inch of his skin, scrubbing away at the residue of the new lipstick.
You both found out, just before the bath, that it barely survived at all. It still stained his lips a shade of red, and the stains of love bites that he left on you stuck for a long while, but the actual product budged possibly within the third round of kisses. It barely held on when you started biting him.
The bedroom was full of giggles and the shuffling of your bodies cuddling close to calm yourselves down. Felix shared how he couldn’t believe his horniness that day, and you teased that he was being a hormonal girl.
He whined at that, kissed you good night, and fell asleep while huddled close to your chest. You calmly played with your phone, quickly editing the footage and clipping out the moment that he slipped into submission.
That was for your eyes only.
You posted the video and muted the notifications, kissed his forehead good night, and fell asleep.
—
“Baby, baby girl…” Your voice, although hoarse and deep from the blissful sleep, woke your boyfriend up. The clock on your bedside table flashed 9:00 AM in bright red, but the light from your phone shone brighter. “Look at this!”
“Holy…Y/N, oh my god!” Every trace of sleepiness left Felix as he jumped out of bed. “The video blew up?!”
You sat up next to him, chuckling in disbelief. “Let’s see what people are saying.”
“Why does the suggested search bar have…”
Men marked up. Men with hickeys. Men whining. It was clear that the video affected your audience in more ways than one.
“Silly,” you giggled, sinking into your boyfriend’s embrace. “Wonder how this thing got through community guidelines.”
Felix pointed at a comment. “Help. Someone’s asking about washing the stains off.”
The both of you cuddled closer. As the sunlight shone through your curtains and hit your figures, it highlighted Felix’s honey skin and the cherry stains that failed to wash off in the shower.
You turned your head to his and smirked. “Should we film an update video? What about a part 2?”
+ @imrllytootiredforthis @imsolovelylovely @beefis @sorikkung @lix-ables figured to tag since yall showed interest!
special thanks to @meivida, my ride or die, the big brain that inspired me to write this in the first place! they also took time out of their day to proofread it ^_^
There’s a new lipstick that claims to be make-out-proof. You, with your makeup expertise, naturally decide to test it on your model boyfriend, Felix: except he’s the one that gets to wear it.
🏷 gender neutral afab reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics), smut, fluff, some humor, established relationship, porn with barely any plot.
🏷 petnames “mommy” and “baby girl,” unprotected sex, feminization kink, slight oral and hand fixation, marking, butt plug (felix using), thigh riding, fingering (felix receiving), overstimulation, male squirting, lots of teasing, voyeurism mention, no specifics about y/n’s physique.
w/c: 8.8k
a/n: happy (hopefully not late) valentine’s day! to celebrate, i finally present to you the long overdue felix-gets-fucked fic! based on my thought piece, this concept has been on my mind ever since. i kept rewriting this fic but i drew the header art so fast LMAO icb i finished it!! otherwise, enjoy!
18+ only. minors do not interact.
On slow days, you would often find yourself bored in the makeup store. Your boyfriend, Lee Felix, would probably be just as bored, sitting in the chair of his set. Your notifications were as empty as the barren shop.
After two aimless scrolls down your Instagram feed, you realized that you hadn’t posted anything recently and hadn’t texted Felix that day.
The afternoon sun brought in waves of humid air throughout the city, setting everyone back from a trip around the shops. You peered over at the conversation with your boyfriend as you thought about ways to kill time.
It wasn’t uncommon to go for a while without contacting each other. It had been years since you two became official, after all, and comfortable silence had become a given that you both simply indulged in. That didn’t take your mind off of the boredom, though, and your fingers itched to do something. They found Felix’s contact on your phone, bedazzled with an embarrassing nickname and profile picture.
It stung to think that if you weren’t looking at his endearing profile, you would instead settle for some sort of creeping guilt of not posting anything on your social media page after a while. Either way, you shot him a message.
you: lix, wya?
you: im bored as hell
Considering Felix’s work as a professional model, he would probably reply in less than ten minutes. You thought to turn your phone off and play with the freshly-cleaned makeup brushes on the makeup store’s vanity counter while waiting.
But this is Lee Felix, the sunshine of your days, and you didn’t have to wait any longer than two seconds.
lixie: Am at the shoot I told u about
lixie: Bored too tbh LOL
Even if he typed in a silly way, you couldn’t help but love him.
He’d always been your go-to person to unwind and be yourself around. Starting as best friends gave you both a jumpstart to be comfortable around the other. People would say it worked a little too well especially since you two had become the most seriously unserious couple in the creative industry.
That fact made him understand you more than anyone else: you were both creatives. Your heart belonged to the artistic liberties of makeup and beauty, while his heart belonged to the ethereal realm of modeling and fashion. Your two hearts found each other, which was almost perfect for the adjacent businesses. He collaborated with you on makeup challenges. You came to his sets as his “preferred makeup artist.” He understood you whenever you ranted about stupid trends and declining engagement in your channels.
With that, could tell him about your uneventful day and equally uneventful social media pages, but you refrained from complaining more than dropping a passing mention.
you: idrk what to do there are no customers
you: and i havent posted anything new
you: but its not like theres much to do
lixie: Well you’re the genius one here!
lixie: Got art block or something?
The prompt response caught you off guard. Almost as if you have forgotten, this was Felix, and he always sensed whenever something was wrong.
As if he had some sort of radar or emotion detector, he always just knew how you were. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had always been in the proximity of your face, observing your concentration as you put eyeliner on him before shooting. Maybe that connection stuck with him after years of being together, and it had remained strong to the point that he could feel it from miles away, staring emptily into the face of some other random MUA.
Alas, you found yourself overthinking again. You would rather overthink about your relationship than your semi-abandoned creative efforts, though.
you: well i guess you can call it that. im just conscious since i havent really posted
you: idk what to do next. ive done everything
lixie: How about, “Boyfriend does my makeup drunk edition”? :D
you: boring !
lixie: “Makeup tut but bf does my voiceover”? :D
you: just because it got views doesnt mean its worth doing a fifth time >:((
lixie: I’m kidding LOL
The scowl on your face reflected on the mirror sitting in front of you. You knew that if only Felix saw it right now, he would have lost his mind trying to turn it upside down.
You were right though. You two did everything.
My boyfriend does my makeup? Done, and he did an okay job at it. “The boy beat” makeup tutorial featuring Felix? Damn right he did. Boyfriend does my voiceover? It was so good that you guys did it four times and everyone fell in love with the deep timbre of his voice contrasted with his surprising amount of knowledge. Even if it was easy to collaborate with him, it was hard to create something new and unique. On the contrary, your audience fell in love with you two. It’s nice to watch a model and a stylist practice their art together.
Lost for ideas, you decided just to tease him instead.
lixie: So? No ideas in that pretty head?
you: i got one thing in mind
lixie: And what might that be?
you: having you here
you: in my arms
you: to kiss up and call pretty :>
It was a thing that you usually did since you loved how he always reacted so pricelessly. He didn’t disappoint with his response, the notifications popping up not even half a minute after your last message.
lixie: HNDNSABNNDJS
lixie: Don’t tease me unprompted!!
lixie: ;__;
You’re so grateful that he’s always up to play with you.
You thought deeply — too deeply for a situation like this — and scanned the store shelves and storage room for ideas.
You wondered what he would be up to right now.
Felix was stunned.
Done-up in the most expensive face and hairstyle he’s rocked to date, adorned with an unbuttoned suit jacket that one could only dream to wear, he was supposed to look like the stunner. His pecs were only barely hidden and the midsection of his upper body was almost entirely exposed.
Instead, he was the speechless one. He wasn’t shocked by the cold air seeping through his revealing outfit, but his hair raised at your messages.
Your teasing usually should not affect him this much, but today, it was something different. The whole day, all he could think about was you. His mind went to your first meeting. Earlier, he got deja vu as one of the stylists applied lipstick on him. It felt familiar, the feeling of a senior stylist’s hand resting on his face as a brush glided along the perimeter of his mouth. All it lacked was the stunning view of your face in particular. It reminded him of the first time you ever laid eyes on him, and it was to check on his eyeshadow. You stared at each other for too long, exchanged numbers after the shoot, and the rest was history.
He was pissed, to say the least, that you weren’t the assigned stylist for the shoot this time. Nothing could ever compare to the focused look you gave him as you fixed the corners of his mouth with the smooth swipe of your pinky finger.
He craved that touch again.
“Yo,” a dragged-out sigh whisked through the air. “You’ll catch a fly in your mouth if you keep that jaw open.”
Felix looked up from his phone to find Hyunjin, his best friend and one of the junior photographers on set, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. He had his bleached blond hair half-up, tied messily to complete his so-called “intern look.” Most of the senior directors and photographers on set confused him for a model.
“Am I interrupting some kinda internal monologue sesh?” Hyunjin smiled, leaning behind Felix’s chair, raising a brow at him through the reflection.
“No, I just—”
“He’s thinking about Y/N again.” Jeongin, their other best friend, popped from behind the vanity, carrying Hyunjin’s abandoned camera.
The two were interns at the studio. Both were very bored art students looking for a job to pass the time by. Jeongin was there to work as a personal assistant and was mistaken for a stylist considering his fashion sense. His behavior around set proved otherwise, though, since he spent the entire day prodding at everyone’s business.
Felix was no exception as a victim.
“Imagine flirting online,” Hyunjin chuckled while reaching for the camera. Jeongin handed it out to him, only to swing his arm back, teasing the older.
Jeongin dismissed the frown on Hyunjin’s face and fiddled with the camera. “Yeah, cut your significant other some slack, they must be busy at the store or something,” he added.
“Nah, they aren’t.”
Hyunjin snagged the camera back. “Editing a Youtube video?”
“That’s exactly why they messaged me. They asked for ideas for a new video.” Felix sat back and redirected his eyes back to the conversation on his phone. The other two slowly turned their heads to each other.
“Wow! Did you hear that, Innie? They messaged him!” Hyunjin yelped.
“Cut it out, overdramatic cunts.” The accent made the last word roll off Felix’s tongue in a heavy and aggressive accent. “I want to help them this once. Shoo. Leave me be.”
“Oh, why are you getting all worked up, man?” The younger placed his hands on Felix’s shoulders and wiggled them.
Actually — why was he getting all worked up? Everything seemed off: he wasn’t the type to get annoyed easily like that.
He would have defended himself, but he thought it over. Not only had he been unusually sentimental while getting ready, but even as the day started, he was already rolling off to a rough start. He barely got out of bed, reaching out to you from the side and asking for longer morning cuddles specifically from you. He had been so clingy all day that the silence and afternoon heat killed him from looking forward to anything else but you.
A discussion brewed between the menaces as Felix thought about it. “Innie, you know, he couldn’t even hit the poses right. The director felt bad because our bro didn’t seem into it.”
Felix’s cheeks flushed upon hearing that. “No way, Hyune,” the other replied.
Oh god, Felix thought.
He swatted embarrassing thoughts away from his head to not get teased any further by his own friends. His thoughts — and something else — were hindering him from doing anything physically. The poor boy couldn’t even shift in his seat from embarrassment. It’s not that he didn’t want to physically fidget, he just couldn’t. His entire body froze, but he also just could not move by any means. It would be uncomfortable for him, and it wasn’t just because the clothes restricted him.
Something underneath his clothes would shift too and pierce his body with shockwaves. Before that could, though, his phone vibrated before he did.
you: babe!
you: had a breakthrough so big i said eureka out loud in the store
[you sent a photo]
Felix immediately opened the notifications and observed the sent messages. He opened the photo even before it loaded. When it did, he nearly melted in his seat.
You supposedly sent him a picture of a product that you found. By the looks of it, you probably thought of doing a product review of it, but that wasn’t the first impression he got from the picture. The first thing he saw was your face, winking with a toothy grin, your beautiful hand holding the product up next to your cheek.
God, you were all sorts of stunning to him.
lixie: OMHJYGOD YOUre so pretty
you: dont look at me, silly!
you: look at this lipstick. its so funny
For a moment, he didn’t listen. His eyes were still fixated on everything from your expression, to your features, to the nails that you just got done holding up the product. As if he had gone stupid, he had to blink and shake his head before formulating a reply that made sense.
lixie: LMFAOOOO THE NAME
you: its not the name baby
lixie: WHAT SHADE COLOR IS THAT LMAOOO
you: the shade looks fine, look at the label!
lixie: What’s it say
you: the label claims its make-out proof
lixie: ??!!! LOL
Of course, he didn’t make any sort of sense whatsoever. His two friends watched him frantically type away, barely being able to process anything from the mere sight of you.
“Bro’s deluded,” Jeongin whispered.
“Bro’s fucking horny,” Hyunjin commented, squinting at his friend.
you: you sound so funny baby
you: anyway i was thinking i should review it
you: but can you join me? i wanna try something
It felt like something broke inside of him. A shot of excitement ran through his system, hitting down until his core — oh shit that hurt.
He tried to twist his lower half again, fidgeting in his seat, but it grew harder for him to do so. With tears in his eyes, he jolted up, attempting to focus on the conversation.
lixie: Sure, what do you want me to do?
lixie: Won’t you just do an application and wear test thing?
you: mmm i guess u can say that
you: but im making it a lil different
lixie: How so?
The intrigue bit his tongue and Felix attempted to swallow it. The staff around him were wrapping up the shoot, pushing equipment back in their places, and some started to leave as soon as the director announced the last “cut.” He, however, was glued to the vanity chair, shaking in anticipation.
you: im gonna put it on you baby <3
Felix’s eyes widened.
It didn’t matter how many times you placed makeup on him, nor did it matter how many times he joined you in your antics. There were too many things going on in his head that toyed with his thought process and everything that came with it. He didn’t exactly know why, but a knot formed in his stomach. He grew nervous and just knew that you were up to something sinister.
lixie: But how are we gonna do the wear test? I already got my face done and half the day has passed, I’m even done w my part of the shoot
you: you dont get it ???
lixie: I don’t get it!!
you: ill put it on you when you get here. and were not just testing how long it wears regularly, were testing what the label says
you: ill be there in 10mins love you baby
He sat back, looked up from his phone, and his gaze zeroed in on his reflection, attempting to focus on the thought. How would you conduct a different kind of wear test? In terms of makeup, a wear test would simply be to spend a full day with the product on and to see if it still holds its place at the end of it. It had already been well past afternoon by that time and it wasn’t like there were many other things to do that could budge the lipstick aside from dinner. He always trusted your genius, but he knew that there was more to this.
Felix blinked, once, twice, and then stared.
Were you…going to test if it was really make-out proof?
The world around him seemed to dim — it did, since the studio lights were turning off and the senior stylists urged Jeongin to wake the model up from his short-circuiting brain to change out of the clothes.
That is if Felix could still respond before the horniness consumed him.
lixie: Wait
lixie: Don’t tell me
lixie: DON’T TELL ME
lixie: You’ll test it by putting it on me
lixie: AND THEN MAKE OUT WITH ME??????
[Read 2:50 PM]
lixie: Y/N!!! Answer me!!!
[Delivered, unread 2:51 PM]
The cogs in his head accelerated before banging to a full stop, clinks and clanks ringing through his ears at his very slow realization.
“Congrats, smartypants, you figured it out.” Hyunjin scoffed from behind him.
“Dude—wait, hey! Have you been watching me the whole time?!”
“You should be more secretive,” Jeongin giggled. “Get those privacy screen protectors or something. Now we know what poor Y/N has to deal with every day.”
“And stop getting your thoughts tangled in horny next time you text,” Hyunjin elbowed the poor model boy, fiddling with his camera as if nothing happened. “Don’t worry. Your secrets and online PDA are safe with us.”
Felix’s face was washed without color. His jaw hung open both at his friends’ antics and your devilish plans.
“I’m looking forward to that review,” Jeongin added before walking away, teasingly pushing Felix’s shoulder on the way out. “Not that I’ll use it or anything.”
The two friends left the set side-eyeing and giggling at Felix.
—
It wasn’t long before you pulled up to the studio to pick your boyfriend up.
“Hi, darling.” Felix’s greeting and nervous smile lit up the quiet air and darkness of your car. He got in the passenger seat and immediately leaned in to kiss your cheek.
He was trembling.
You had to laugh. “Hey, babe. What’s got you shaken up?”
“Long day.”
“That’s it?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Long because of you,” he said, scrunching his nose. “Kept teasing me.”
“Aw, don’t sulk, silly.” You cooed at him, “Save the pout for later, baby. We’re going home.”
Maybe it was the combination of inhaling your expensive signature scent and hearing the sound of your voice again that made him tingle all over. Maybe it had to do with the curling corners of your mouth that gave Felix all the information he needed in the world. Maybe it was the fact that you held the back of his seat as the car reversed, and the action looked undeniably sexy.
Felix lifted a leg to cross over the other, but it only ever made him look more uncomfortable throughout the entire car ride home. Though concerned, you didn’t point it out, and instead continued to drive.
His chest was heaving and he internally scolded himself for acting like a bitch in heat.
The both of you arrived home sooner than expected.
The tunes that you played earlier in the car ride home stuck in Felix’s head. He wondered if the song choice of a sultry voice singing about “wants and needs” was deliberate. It was your playlist, and if you intended to include subliminal messaging, then it worked like a charm on him.
He had been worked out to the point he couldn’t face you. The moment he laid eyes on you again in your apartment’s living room, he shied away almost immediately.
You caught his averting gaze, though, and disallowed him from living it down. “Is there something on my face, baby?”
Baby. He could spend a lifetime just listening to you calling him that name. The way it sounded so natural coming from you made him melt.
He also could not stop staring at your lips. You always wore a certain gloss no matter the occasion. Even if it was your signature, Felix couldn’t help but stare, and it didn’t make his situation any better. In fact, it got worse, and it felt like the straining in his pants could explode.
“Mm, ‘s nothing, Y/N.”
“You sure?” You prodded. “Your friends kept waving at me and they looked back at you earlier.”
“Ah, please don’t mind them.” He scoffed. “They were being cheeky cunts.”
“That’s a funny way to put it.”
“Anyway, how are we gonna do th-the…uh, the thing…?” Felix stammered, playing with his fingers instead of looking you in the eye.
“Oh, glad you mentioned it!” You hurriedly grabbed the three tiny boxes in your bag. “I got a bit excited over it. Look at this!”
There was nothing too remarkable about the boxes. They looked like basic products, but the huge bolded font on the product labels caught his eye. “It’s more of a stain or something. The label says it can survive five consecutive make-out sessions before a singular budge.”
“It’s…interesting, yeah.” Felix blinked. You chuckled, nodding at his reasonable reaction. “So…y-you’ll put that on me.”
“Yep.”
“And then we kiss.”
“Make-out,” you corrected. Your voice was clear and slightly stern, but the smile that formed on your face sent him in shivers.
The familiarity in your features contrasted with whatever stunts you were going to pull on him sent his head into a haze.
“Anything wrong with it?”
“No,” he shook his head.
“Lix, baby, just be clear with me.” You inched closer to him, bringing your hands to his plump freckle-spotted cheeks. “You don’t mind that I’ll record this and post it?”
“Of course, I don’t mind. I just…” Felix sighed.
“…Just curious, what are you planning to show in the video?”
“I’m gonna show the application, I’ll start by putting it on you.”
The heat rushed to Felix’s face as numerous thoughts clouded his mind as he visualized everything in his mind.
“We’re gonna kiss for a brief moment in the video, probably make out and do…whatever,” you winked shyly. “It’s only gonna be brief. Gotta keep it within community guidelines.”
One of your hands made its way down to his hip. You pulled him closer. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat from gulping back an otherwise embarrassing sound.
You had to wonder if he was hiding anything causing him discomfort there.
“You’re sure you’re okay?”
Felix bit his lip. “A hundred percent sure.”
“If you don’t want—”
“I want…it,” he whispered under his breath. “I want you.”
He flashed a weak smile. He was incredibly excited, but he was losing composure and he didn’t exactly know why.
He was about to melt in your hands but you held him up and adjusted your set-up for the video with an equally beautiful smile.
—
Three, two, one, action.
The camera rolled and you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline surge through you. Impressively, you thought you would have lost your spark at content creation, but posing in front of the ring light felt refreshing.
“It’s been a long time coming y’all,” you waved, “but I’m back! And guess who I’m with!”
Felix stared at the camera for a moment, his eyes flicking back to you for a split second. It was his cue to wave as well.
“Ah, hi, everyone!”
“Still handsome and meek as always,” you teased. “He still has a bit of makeup on since he came from a shoot.”
Your hand ran down the side of his neck. You felt the goosebumps rise from his skin.
“Anyway, today I’ll be starting a series of videos covering weird products and their weird claims. We’re starting strong with this funky new liquid lipstick from…B.Me Cosmetics.”
Taking the tube out of its package, you examined it and showed it to the phone camera. You swatched a shade on the back of your hand. Differing from a bullet lip, it had a liquid formula that boasted a unique, pseudo-gloss satin finish.
“It claims to be smudge-proof, make-out-proof, everything-proof. Can last five rounds of kissin’ and smoochin’ I assume.” You said many things that Felix didn’t even dare to process.
Felix simply watched your hands delicately hold the product. His gaze was fixated on your nails, fingers, and everything about you that wasn’t the lipstick.
“But oh no no, I’m not testing it on myself. Well, kinda, but Lixie over here is gonna be my test subject.” You swung an arm over Felix, dragging him down to the height of the phone, showing everyone his nervous yet precious face. He eyed up at you with what seemed to be hearts in his pupils.
“Let’s first see how this goes on, hmm?”
You walked a bit away to grab two chairs: one was velvety and comfortable, while the other was taller and had regular cushions. The first was the same chair your clients usually sat on, and the second was your working chair. You urged him to sit down, patting the seat as a signal.
The moment he sat down, Felix started trembling. His knees looked like they were about to give in and his thighs took a moment to settle onto the velvet.
“Everything alright?” You whispered.
He wordlessly nodded back at you. Unknown to you, though, he bit back a noise. He didn’t mind the sharp pulsing pain when he finally got the courage to look up fully, of course with the guidance of your thumb and index finger propping up his chin.
It felt like handling a little kitten in your hands.
“Which shade, which shade…” You took the other bottles out of the bold box packaging and waved them out in front of Felix’s lips. It either would have been a rosy nude color, a deep red, or a bright cherry pinkish-red.
You tapped the tube of the last color against your boyfriend’s bottom lip, watching his cheeks pout slightly at the action. You quietly settled on the cherry color, to Felix’s apparent delight.
“Would you look at that?” You cupped his face with one hand, holding the lipstick on your free one. You faced him towards the camera, relishing in the sight of his cheeks puffing up in your palm. “Call me biased or whatever, but his lips are some of the prettiest I’d ever seen.”
Before he could indulge in the praise though, you urged him to open his mouth. He didn’t prepare for any of this and not your next course of action.
You slotted the bottle in between Felix’s teeth and kept it in place even after unscrewing the applicator off. He bit slightly and carefully to keep the bottle in place without damaging it. If he were a nervous wreck then, he became overly anxious now. You, however, in full focus, took the applicator of the liquid lipstick and slid it along his top lip. The cold sensation of the new foreign product on his mouth made him squirm slightly, though you held him firmly in place with your hand.
“So fitting that his lips are shaped like a heart. He’s so kissable.” You smooched the air while cleaning up the perimeter of his lips, teasing him.
Wished I kissed you right now, huh? Felix could hear that in your voice and he let it echo in his pretty little head. Alas, he couldn’t retaliate nor speak back at all. He couldn’t even dip his head in embarrassment. Your eyes were trained on the brush you flicked, almost dismissive of your own flirting and it mismatched the smirk that adorned your mouth after teasing.
It was the exact kind of look he’s seen many times before. The exact look he fell in love with when you first met.
It’s the look he would get off to almost every night.
You finished off applying the lipstick and it was impressively smooth. You took the bottle from his teeth and sighed. The color made his mouth look irresistibly edible. It would take you three marathons and a trip to the moon to admit that you were starting to feel just as affected as Felix by the sight of his pouty mouth.
“Rub those pretty lips for me, baby.”
Only you could say those words to him the way that you do. Felix felt multiple urges rummaging through his system at once. He could almost cry from wanting to say something, to call out your name, to moan it, to whine and whimper, and melt in your arms as if nobody were watching.
The eyes of the world were on him, though, and all he could do was comply. He rubbed his lips together and pouted them out with a smack.
“Good job, baby.” You rubbed his chin with your thumb. He felt fire surging within his heart.
He knew that you knew what you were doing. It was only you, after all, who knew how to push his buttons in the right places. Unlike Hyunjin nor Jeongin, it took you no effort and no risks to leave him a mentally jumbled mess; not agitated, but certainly needy.
You were still sticking to a mental script, though. “How does it feel? Chalky? Rough? Sticky…?”
“I-It’s smooth. Feels thin.” He felt his tongue almost twist in his mouth from trying to speak when he was physically weakening over you.
“Seems like a good formula,” you giggled.
He watched as you turned your back on him, explaining bits of beauty jargon that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. His vision seemed to blur as a need to satisfy the growing discomfort in his pants overwhelmed him. It all snapped away for a second when you switched the angle of your phone and pulled him up by his arms, leading him in front of the couch.
All of a sudden, you rubbed a circle around the base of his wrist. You looked up at him with eyes that demanded something from him. It was dark yet inviting as if he had just eyed down a wolf threatening to eat him whole.
The gesture was your signal that you wanted to fuck him then and there.
Felix finally didn’t have to keep to himself.
“Time to test how good it wears,” you smirked at him.
Felix’s eyes were focused on yours. He didn’t move an inch as your fingers crawled from his jaw to his cheek. You glanced at your phone, propped up on the countertop, to check if it was recording. When you looked back, your eyes met Felix’s red lips.
You were so glad that you picked that shade. The makeup line released a ton of colors and your mind folded into itself when you realized how many there were. It was almost overwhelming to choose a shade for your boyfriend: you wanted to see him with a pinky nude on his lips, but you also thought the dark berry shade looked pretty.
As a trained makeup artist, you had a knack for figuring out which hues elevated which skin tones. Of all people, you knew Felix’s skin would match the slightly muted, pinkish cherry satin stain.
You should know this. You’ve seen his skin flush many times before, that would be more than enough to be familiar with the hues of his delicious skin.
You were the reason why he would constantly blush, after all. His skin would burn under your slightest touch, but it would flare up until his freckles darkened each time you held him down on your hips and called him pretty. His cheeks would turn as red as the tip of his cock every time you squeezed it lightly.
Before you could think of any more, you tapped your boyfriend’s cheek. His face burned into a shade not far from the color of his lipstick.
“Are you sure you want to record this with me?” You asked, eyes scanning his face for second thoughts.
Felix almost forgot that you needed a clip of the both of you briefly kissing. He nodded after a second, confusion snapping into realization as you smiled at him. He seemed to be lost in thought, too: maybe he was nervous, maybe he was thinking of the same things you thought about. Either way, he simply answered with a smirk and the faintest giggle.
“Yeah. I’m game.”
You were on a mission to prove that this lip product could not budge after an intense make-out session. Now, you — and maybe Felix — wanted to see if it could survive intense sex, too.
All it took were two inches forward: you grabbed his hands dangling in front of you and closed in. Your noses touched each other, the skin bumping softly before your lips slotted against his in the smoothest kiss possible. To his surprise, you started gently. He expected you to crash against his mouth. He expected you to rummage through the product sitting on his mouth right away, to test its strength as a long-lasting piece of makeup, but you didn’t.
Maybe he wanted you to be rough. He wanted it.
You could tell by the whimper he choked up behind the kiss. That, and his hands roamed around your arms and sides, pulling you closer.
“Getting a little excited now, are we?” You purred, pulling your face away from his. He hesitated to break the kiss, inching his lips closer to yours even as you talked.
“Sorry, s-sorry. Got a little carried away.”
You wondered what got him to be so clingy and affectionate. You’re well aware of him being loving and tender, but it’s another thing to have him smitten while you’re doing nothing special.
Little did you know that to him, everything involving you is special. Even the texts you sent earlier and the ones you sent before. He couldn’t stop thinking about them; who wouldn’t, especially when you were being such a tease?
He finally pulled his head back. “Smooth,” he whispered.
You thought to tease him. “The lipstick?”
“No,” Felix chuckled, “I meant you.”
Your hands traveled from up to his toned arms until one of them met the nape of his neck — his sensitive spot. You often called him a little kitten for enjoying being petted on that spot a little too much.
“So, did it rub off yet?” Your boyfriend managed to squeak, still affected by your antics.
His face was impossibly close to yours and you could feel the heat in his cheeks growing the more that he smiled at you. You stepped back to observe his face: apart from the blush on his cheeks, the lipstick was seemingly left unscathed. By the look on his face, he observed your lips, and there were no signs of product transferring.
He also just wanted to kiss it again.
You raised an eyebrow at the camera and shrugged. “I guess it survived round one.”
“That was round one?” Felix mirrored the look you gave your phone. “I thought we call that first base.”
Your head whipped back to him. He simply smirked back, feigning an angel’s smile.
You’ve dated him for a long while, and while he had always been silly, he had never been this way in front of the camera. You wondered if the shoot he did — or the staff he was with — earlier had anything to do with a sudden ego boost.
“Now you’re bold, baby.”
The nickname caused Felix’s smirking eyes into wide ones, the excitement writing itself everywhere on his face.
“Just wanna do more with you,” he teased back. “Do more rounds, test how much removes.”
He puckered his lips and pouted. It was a juicy invitation that you couldn’t turn down. Instead, you took it with a kiss — a deep kiss, one that made you inhale and caught him off guard.
It was still gentle and velvety. It felt like you both tasted clouds and nothing was in between. The hand on the nape of his neck ran up to his hair and back down almost instinctively, making Felix shake. Unable to focus on both the sensation of a passionate kiss, an overwhelming urge to breathe and process the suddenness, and the general feeling of being petted, his hands swung to your chest and squeezed.
“Ah! Felix!” You whispered loudly against his mouth, almost moaning at the sensation.
“Sorry! Force of habit,” he said.
“Gotta keep it PG, baby, I’m posting this.” He nodded assuringly at your words but his hands were crucially still on your chest, threatening to squeeze again.
After realizing this, he immediately attempted to pull his hands back, an apology dripping on the tip of his tongue. Instead, you surprisingly threw your hands on his wrists, caging his hands in place.
If that didn’t surprise him enough, you leaned in close to his face and kissed him once more. It was fiery this time; he felt your tongue darting at him while your teeth nipped slightly at his bottom lip before you pulled away. He gasped louder than he should have.
You giggled at his shock and nuzzled your face on his neck. “Sorry. Reflex.”
“But mommy—” Felix froze, realizing what he had just said. He didn’t mean to say that.
All the cockiness he displayed earlier fizzled out into thin air. You could feel the heartbeat in his neck thumping against your lips. From his eyes fluttered shut to wide open ones, you could see the embarrassment wash over him.
Sure, you two were doing something intimate, kissing and groping in front of the camera. He knew and trusted you enough to edit it out, but the idea that footage would have existed of him calling you that nickname…scared him. The camera watched him, the microphone picked up his low voice, and on the off-chance that this moment makes the cut, thousands of people would have seen it.
He’d gotten used to the idea that millions of people could pass by his face and body, but it’s different when he’s exposing a bit of himself that he only reserved for you — his “mommy.”
“Y/N… Shit, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t—”
“Oh baby, it’s okay.” You gave a reassuring look and a warm smile, shifting your position to hide his face away from the phone camera.
The pet name was his suggestion. The idea that you could hold this title as his dominant partner was something he never thought of telling you at first, but the moment he mentioned it, you indulged immediately. It was something so dear, so sweet, and soft, definitely making you less of an ominous presence to him in bed and more like a warm home he can return to. You loved it even if he didn’t expect you to.
Even while he’s embarrassed and fully vulnerable, he felt so safe, entrusted to the only one in his life that could take the title without judgment.
“Call me that as much as you want. I won’t show it,” you whispered. Felix nodded but you didn’t miss the tears threatening to form in his eyes.
“Mommy…” He inevitably gave up and dipped his head in the crook of your neck. You petted the back of his head again and kissed the side of his head, calming him with hushes and soft hums.
Before he could melt at your warm embrace, you took a few steps back. Felix whined and hoped to hug you for longer, only to watch you press the button on your phone to stop the recording. You shut the phone off, looked back at him, and smiled with your eyes.
He always valued your respect for his boundaries and the fact that you always made his comfort your top priority.
“We’re not done,” you inched closer, “the lipstick’s still on there.”
Because if you two were going to fuck comfortably, you two were still going to fuck.
Taking his arms and pulling them towards you, you prompted him to wrap himself around you as your lips crashed against his. You held him by his waist — it was remarkably small, toned, and muscled but definitely made for your hands to take it.
With force, you hugged his waist and carried him slightly, pushing you both on the couch. You sat on it while he was essentially hovering over your figure, his hips just above your lap.
“Mommy—g-god,” Felix gasped, muffled by another nudge of your mouth.
As if your brain switched off, your hands started going on their own. One was trained on his hip and the other snaked up his side and cupped his face, making him tremble at the sudden yet soft movements.
You were focused on the kiss but you just knew he looked gorgeous.
Of all the clients you put makeup on, your boyfriend always turned out the prettiest. Maybe it’s because his eyes seemed to shine with certain shadows on them. Maybe it’s the way his freckles peek through the base products. In this case, maybe it was the plumpness of his lips that you loved, covered in a flattering shade of red. Maybe that’s what was doing it for you.
“You’re so cute, baby,” you said, pausing the kiss.
Felix pouted. The pigment on his lips accentuated the curves of his mouth. “Not as cute as mommy.”
“Hm, thank you. But you’re my cute baby.”
Sometimes, you wonder how you got this to be so vulnerable, so whipped for you. It didn’t take him that long to warm up to you with this side of him, a side he so dearly hid from the rest of the world. It’s like this doll was made for you.
“Mommy,” Felix dragged out a whimper as he called you by the title. “Making me needy.”
“Don’t get impatient baby boy,” you whispered, a kiss on his temple following your sweet words.
While rolling your hips onto his, you thought about it what you said. You thought back to the last night he fell into this extremely submissive role. He’d always been the one under you and you’ve always been the one in control, but during that one night — similar to this one — he shyly asked you to call him a certain pet name. You loved it, probably more than he did, and you figured he might want to hear you say it again.
“Or are you my baby girl for tonight?”
“Mommy!” Felix scolded. If his cheeks were already flushed, his entire face heated up with a warmth that you simply indulged in. His ears and the corners of his eyes lit up with a blush tone that complimented and accentuated the cherry color that lined his shy smile.
He enjoyed the pet name too much, and he seemed to be threatened with memories of the same night the moment you said it.
“What? Don’t want to be my baby girl? It’s okay if you—”
“I’m mommy’s girl! Yeah, I’m their baby girl!”
Almost all traces of bass in Felix’s voice left the moment he squealed his response to you.
His eyebrows were slanting upwards like a needy puppy, his eyes sparkled as beads of tears sat on his eyelashes, and he wiggled his hips onto yours with a neediness you’ve seen many times before. He briefly whimpered again in a high pitch.
Being called that for the first time was as special to him as it was to you. It still landed him punches to the gut every time you said it. You would wonder why he loved it even if he was incredibly comfortable in his masculinity.
Maybe it made sense like that, considering he was wearing makeup while sitting on your lap.
You kissed him again and praised him until he gave into the burning sensations he felt from your overwhelmingly smooth graces around his body. With fast swipes, you pulled his plain shirt over his head, only to clothe him again with nothing but the warm embrace of your arms.
He moaned, writhed, and whined, adjusting his position on your lap until his legs were slotted against one of your thighs. Once he found his balance, he rutted against your leg, letting out a sound that he couldn’t resist.
“Didn’t even undress you yet, I still have pants on, and you’re already riding me?” You smiled widely at him. Felix huffed, unable to think, inhaling so that he wouldn’t drool on your shirt.
Or your chest, now that you abandoned your top in a flash, leaving it even harder for him to contain himself.
You took his lips into yours again, this time licking and biting his sweet mouth, allowing his tongue to slide against yours. It was messy and sloppy, just the way he needed it. You wondered if he had been craving this for so long and just couldn’t tell you.
Nevertheless, the next step was to take the bottoms off of your lower half and his own, but he paused your hands from reaching onto his crotch.
“W-Want mommy’s off first,” he sighed. It sounded more like a question now that his voice was so high and his tone was so soft. He was far from the boy whose mouth went foul over his own best friends at work.
His head was far gone, you figured.
Felix helped you pull your pants down, careful not to disrupt the current position that you were both in, only slightly lifting yourself off the couch. He sighed once he saw you, bare and beautiful, rid of anything that kept him from being horny the entire day.
He wanted you so bad.
“Baby girl, tell me,” it was your turn to pause his hands from reaching you. Confused, he
“Is something bothering you?”
“No…not really a-a bother…” He pursed his lips. One of his thumbs caught the side of
He figured to rip the bandaid off and just show you the source of his discomfort—or, as it seems, the source of his pleasure.
“Baby girl, you…”
He revealed a pastel pink lacy fabric covering his private area. He was wearing panties.
“I…I got them from a PR package…from th-that one underwear company…” Felix justified, stuttering from both extreme embarrassment and arousal.
“It was supposed to be yours b-but I…liked it so much…a-and I wanted to…”
You couldn’t help but notice the drool threatening to fall from his tongue, glossing his lips. Distracted, you didn’t kiss him. You licked his mouth and bit his bottom lip again. The blood under his skin rushed to color his lips, emphasizing the pink-colored stain.
As you bit his lip, your fingers found the band of his panties, toying with the pink lace before slipping under it. The flesh — rather, his cock — was hard and pulsing. Felix moaned. His chest heaved from being unable to process everything at once.
“Baby girl’s clit is so hard for me already.” You pecked his cheek and let him whine. “You’ve been needy since earlier?”
“Y-Yeah, but, ‘m…not finished.” He mumbled under his breath. “Got more…to show you.”
He pulled his panties fully down, allowing his cock to bounce up. You couldn’t help but notice something at the base, but your suspicions were confirmed when he led one of your hands to touch his ass.
“You wore a butt plug the whole day?”
Felix’s face flushed into a shade similar, if not deeper than the cherry red he wore on his lips. At your words, he felt like crumpling into himself.
“It’s just for you. Thought y-you’d like it.”
All you could do in response was kiss him deeply and thrust your thigh up, hitting the plug deeper into his ass.
He moaned deliciously into the kiss and almost cried at the contact. It fucked with him — literally — the entire day and you made it all the better. Only that he had so little time to adjust before you gave him a dark look again.
“Mommy, what are you—”
He was shut up by you licking his mouth and your fingers filling up his hole.
“Your cunt’s so fucking wet, baby girl.” Your words left your system through gritted teeth, filtering your animalistic desire to ruin him even more than ever. “This pussy is mine and only mine.”
You bit his lip once more, sucking on the plump flesh before abandoning it. “Bet your toys can’t satisfy you as I do.”
“They d-don’t, mommy!” Felix was on the verge of tears, choking back sobs as your teeth found his jaw, peppering it with love bites lining his natural contour.
You started pumping your fingers up and down his ass, hitting his prostate with your fingertips over and over. “Can only take me inside your cunt.”
“Ah, god—fuck, mommy!” The delirious sounds escaping him as he scrambled to hold onto your body kept you going.
As if he noticed, he started grinding into the air next to your entrance. You took this as his usual sign that he wanted to please you too. Felix valued mutual pleasure and craved it as much as he craved the sloppy crashing of mouths on a couch.
“Take me like a good girl.” Your voice softened as you cooed. “Can you do it? Ride mommy’s fingers while fucking into me?”
He could only nod frantically, allowing the drool in his mouth to drop onto his cock.
The lipstick probably looked so messy by now.
You held his cock, lengthy and hard, and squeezed it in your free hand. “This is mommy’s to play with.”
Shoving it into your entrance, you curled your fingers deep onto Felix’s prostate, eliciting loud moans from either of you. Felix could scream from the sudden warmth enveloping his cock.
“Rub your clit against me,” you demanded, urging him to thrust his cock immediately. He complied only to start whining and crying out from the stimulation.
You leaned your head to the side and exposed your neck. With a subtle nod of your head, you invited him to bite your neck before his next thrust. Lightning bolts entered you when his teeth sunk into your skin for some semblance of comfort.
In turn, you kissed and sucked a spot on Felix’s shoulder. The biting sensation made him squirm away from you, but his noises only amplified when you latched onto a more sensitive spot above his freckled collarbone. It didn’t help that your fingers were practically exiting and entering his hole completely, filling and emptying him at a speed he almost couldn’t take.
The stimulation from all ends of his body caught up to him, release rumbling from his core up to his cock. He begged and pleaded and called your name multiple times as you did too. Felix readied for release but shocked himself when it came suddenly, almost without warning.
He started gushing just outside your entrance, the relief surging through his hips in waves: it had never happened to him before, but the slight amusement on his fucked-out face sent you over the edge too.
You came at the same time, your wetness coating the sides of your thighs and the cushions of the couch, the pool of both your juices mixing right under you.
It had to take you both several minutes to an hour of downtime before you both got up to clean. During that time, Felix held you close, trapping you in a warm cuddle.
“Y/N, I love you,” he whispered, his deep voice returning, calming you from your high.
You pressed one more kiss on his lips. “I love you too, Felix.”
Aftercare had to be a non-negotiable after the scene you guys painted all over the living room.
You made sure to offer Felix the softest bubble bath, massaging and soothing every inch of his skin, scrubbing away at the residue of the new lipstick.
You both found out, just before the bath, that it barely survived at all. It still stained his lips a shade of red, and the stains of love bites that he left on you stuck for a long while, but the actual product budged possibly within the third round of kisses. It barely held on when you started biting him.
The bedroom was full of giggles and the shuffling of your bodies cuddling close to calm yourselves down. Felix shared how he couldn’t believe his horniness that day, and you teased that he was being a hormonal girl.
He whined at that, kissed you good night, and fell asleep while huddled close to your chest. You calmly played with your phone, quickly editing the footage and clipping out the moment that he slipped into submission.
That was for your eyes only.
You posted the video and muted the notifications, kissed his forehead good night, and fell asleep.
—
“Baby, baby girl…” Your voice, although hoarse and deep from the blissful sleep, woke your boyfriend up. The clock on your bedside table flashed 9:00 AM in bright red, but the light from your phone shone brighter. “Look at this!”
“Holy…Y/N, oh my god!” Every trace of sleepiness left Felix as he jumped out of bed. “The video blew up?!”
You sat up next to him, chuckling in disbelief. “Let’s see what people are saying.”
“Why does the suggested search bar have…”
Men marked up. Men with hickeys. Men whining. It was clear that the video affected your audience in more ways than one.
“Silly,” you giggled, sinking into your boyfriend’s embrace. “Wonder how this thing got through community guidelines.”
Felix pointed at a comment. “Help. Someone’s asking about washing the stains off.”
The both of you cuddled closer. As the sunlight shone through your curtains and hit your figures, it highlighted Felix’s honey skin and the cherry stains that failed to wash off in the shower.
You turned your head to his and smirked. “Should we film an update video? What about a part 2?”
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WARNINGS | explicit sexual content, explicit language, mentions of pregnancy + wanting children, no dom / sub dynamics [more explicit warnings below the cut!]
SYNOPSIS | kinktober day eleven: bang chan + breeding
[10:19] Why did you have to live with such a stupid roommate? Really, how hard was it to close a goddamn door?
Of course Jeongin was dumb enough to think that just because you weren’t home meant he could leave his door wide open while enjoying some personal time and of course he didn’t account for the fact that if you did come home the only way to get to your bedroom was past his. So at present, it was his own fault that you were stuck in the hallway, frozen in the shadows as it had dawned on you and you contemplated what you should do.
If you walked past now he would be embarrassed. Honestly, he should be embarrassed acting like this as if it’s just a normal thing to do. You wondered idly what he did in the common areas when he knew you wouldn’t be home. God you hoped he cleaned up after himself.
Your other option was to just stand here, and wait. There was no way you could do that. If you were lucky he’d fall asleep but if he went to the kitchen or bathroom he’d see you. Was it possible to just leave the apartment? Maybe but you would just sit in the hallway trying to time your entrance and that was decidedly stupid.
Jeongin let out an unabashed moan, no doubt because he figured no one was around to hear, and you shifted a little where you stood. It didn’t help at all that your body was reacting of its own accord, warmth pooling between your legs from the sounds of his moans and the sight of him laying back on the bed, hard cock in his hand as he moved at a slower, steady pace.
Maybe he liked teasing himself? Or being teased? You tried to wipe the idea from your mind, cursing him once again for his stupidity. And cursing your own stupid, horny brain for enjoying it at all. Would you be able to wipe this from your mind or would your brain bring it all back up when you tried to have your own alone time? You didn’t want to think about it.
Jeongin let out another moan, but this time much more of a word. A specific word. A word that happened to be your name.
Nope, you were definitely not about to try and process that. You did not need your mind dwelling on why he was moaning your name of all names. The hall was dark and Jeongin was decidedly distracted. It was better just to make it to your room, if you were careful he never needed to know and you could pretend this never happened.
You managed to tear your eyes away from Jeongin’s form, trying to block out the pretty moans and gasps from your mind. You stepped carefully, into full view of the door. Another glance you stole towards his form, planning to be past the doorway but instead your foot landing on the one creaky floorboard in the whole apartment.
Jeongin’s hand froze in place and his eyes snapped open, meeting your expression of bewilderment with his own. Very quickly you noticed the way his face started to flush red and he scrambled to grab his blankets and cover himself as your feet refused to move and take you to the safety of your room.
“Wh-What are you doing!?” He cried.
“I-I should ask you that!” You retorted. “Why did you leave the door open!?”
“Y-You were gone!” He said indignantly. “I don’t- You- Why were you watching me?! Pervert!”
“How am I a pervert?!” You cried. “Your door is wide open!”
Jeongin opened his mouth to respond but a banging and a yell from the upstairs neighbor to shut up made you both fall quiet. When Jeongin met your eyes again some of his frustration had melted away into pure embarrassment. Your feet still felt frozen to the spot and after a moment more of staring at each other Jeongin cleared his throat.
“H-How um- Did you h-hear anything?” He mumbled.
“Y-Yep.” you kept your answer short, looking anywhere but Jeongin and wondering if chopping off your legs was an acceptable behaviour in this situation.
“I-I thought- you- Th-This isn’t h-how I imagined it.” You weren’t sure if you were meant to hear that with how quietly he said it but at this point you couldn’t ignore it. You felt the embarrassment flushing through you too.
“Were you- Did you want me to- Oh my god did you leave the door open on purpose?!” Surprise crept into your voice as the thought dawned on you.
“No!” He said immediately. “N-No I just- I didn’t think I-I was just horny a-and thinking a-a-about u-uh-”
“A-About?” You weren’t sure why your heart was racing so fast as you tried to anticipate his words.
“N-Nevermind,” he mumbled.
“Hey, you left the stupid door open. You did this to yourself,” you pointed out, though there was more softness in your voice. “So you have to deal with it.”
He dropped his gaze away from you, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Y-You’re really gonna make me say I like you, huh?”
Why you felt your heart burst out of your chest you refused to think about. You stood there in silence until he started to crumble in on himself and only then did you stumble forwards. Despite half your brain screaming to go to your room because this was weird, the other part of yourself wanted to offer him some comfort or at least tell him you didn’t hate him.
“I-I you don’t have to say it.” You managed.
Jeongin eyed you shyly. “I should, though.”
“H-Huh?” You shifted a little, standing at the edge of the bed and feeling the quick pattering of your heart as he properly trained his gaze on you.
“I should tell you, I like you.” He said. “I just didn’t want to make things weird.”
You managed a laugh, feeling a little more relaxed as he relaxed. “So this isn’t your idea of weird then?”
Jeongin snorted as you sat with him on the bed. “I could make it weirder.”
“Oh?”
He grinned at you. “I could have asked you to join me.”
You weren’t sure if he expected you to laugh, or maybe shove him away and call him gross. But he seemed almost unprepared for the way you gave him a wide-eyed look. You could feel the heat creeping up and down your body at the thought of his suggestion. You sputtered a little and Jeongin’s smile faded.
“S-Sorry,” He mumbled.
“U-Uh,” you shifted a little, looking away from him again and unsure how to explain the way warmth was sinking into the pit of your stomach. “That’s not- you’re fine.”
“Oh?”
You weren’t sure if he noticed how you pressed your thighs together. Or maybe he saw how you grabbed at the covers on his bed, but he grinned again, moving closer to you. It made your stomach do flip flops as he leaned in.
“Unless you wanted me to ask you to join,” he giggled.
“I-I look I didn’t leave the door open so-”
“Do you?”
“You were moaning my name-”
“Do you?”
“And you called me a-”
“But do you?”
You finally looked at him, swallowing hard.
“Maybe I do.”
Jeongin grinned wider, not saying anything and instead closing the distance. Despite his slight cockiness his kiss was full of a sweet desperation. It took very little time for you press closer to him, feeling a rush of excitement as his hand grabbed your waist. But a much bigger rush of heat as your hand landed in his lap and even through the covers you could feel he was still hard.
You didn’t think too much about the fact that that embarrassment didn’t kill his boner and opted to save that tidbit of information for later.
You started to remove your hand but he grabbed your wrist, keeping it there. “No.” He said first. Then, more gently. “I-I mean if you want.” Another pause and then “Please?”
You felt your heart melt just a little as you palmed him through the covers, taking in the way he was starting to pant into kisses with you. Carefully you pulled back the covers enough and while your lips never left his you wrapped your hand around his cock, squeezing him a little and running your thumb around the head.
Jeongin breathed out curses against your lips. “Your real hand feels so much better.”
You felt some rush of arousal from his words, some part of your mind feeling extra warm that he was imagining you. That didn’t stop you from laughing into the kiss at his comment. He stiffened a little, gripping you a little more tightly, but you moved your hand, pumping his cock steadily.
“You’re cute,” you murmured.
“I’d prefer sexy,” he retorted.
“Should have thought about that before admitting to fantasizing about my hand,” you snickered.
Jeongin pulled away from the kiss, whining and hiding his face in your neck. “Y-You’re mean.”
“I never told you to have a crush on me,” you started to pump him more quickly, starting to draw moans from his lips. “You did that to yourself.”
“D-Didn’t choose th-that,” he managed.
“And yet here we are,” you chuckled. “Innie being a cutie, not wanting me to leave him alone, not wanting me to stop touching him.”
“Sh-Shut up,” he mumbled, fingers gripping you tighter as he muffled your moans against his neck.
“But it’s fun,” you hummed. “And you get all cute when you’re shy. Don’t you want to be cute for me?”
“‘M not a-answering that,” he mumbled, hips pressing up into your hand as you moved just a little faster.
“One day I’ll get you to,” you grinned. “Doesn’t have to be today.”
He let out a whine, pressing even more into the skin of your neck.
“Are you gonna cum, innie?” You hummed. He didn’t answer, just nodded quickly, fingers digging into your waist. A few more gasps fell off his lips until he let out a soft cry and hot cum spilled from his cock, all over your hand. You helped him through the waves of his orgasm until he started to tremble and you tried to pull back.
He let you free his cock from your grasp but he kept you close, resting his chin on your shoulder. You had a hunch he was too embarrassed to let you look at him.
“D-D you have to tease me like that?” He mumbled.
“Jeongin, if you can look me in the eye and tell me it doesn’t turn you on I won’t do it again.” You murmured.
“You suck,” he muttered.
“You’re welcome for the orgasm,” you snorted.
He pulled back only enough to peek at you. “I bet you won’t be so cocky when I return the favour.”
“H-Huh?” His change in tone caught you off guard and he took advantage of it to push you back onto the bed.
“I bet you’ll be just as cute for me, won’t you darling?”
Alright kids, listen up because @staff have pulled off a corker of a hot mess and have decided to add "Community Labels". I guess they've decided we can't be trusted to add our own warnings and people can't make sensible choices with what they engage with.
But why does it matter to me?
Tumblr have made labels AN OPT IN SITUATION which means every single blog here is automatically set to hide any triggering content
If you want to continue to be able to access and read fanfiction PLEASE go into your settings and click "show" on at least the "Mature" and "Sexual Themes" labels!!
ALSO IOS USERS: there's an extra fun "Hide additional content" bit just to really try and block us from any hopes of success. Make sure you opt out of that too otherwise I think content will be blocked on the mobile app!
Attached to this post are screenshots from my settings so you guys know what to look for. I could only find it on my desktop settings and not on the mobile app (for now at least)qq
