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˚₊‧꒰ა felix trying to win over his new girlfriend's cat ! <3
bf!felix x f!reader: fluff, mild angst, humour (?), reverse comfort, the cats a calico cus i love them (fun fact! over 99% of them are female) │ masterlist ! - ˕ •マ
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a/n: I want felix to dye his hair calico colours so bad pls... (another a/n at the end)
It began the first night he stayed over at your apartment.
You had just poured the bag of microwave popcorn into bowls, and were rounding the corner into the living room just as the opening soundtrack began to rumble through the TV speakers.
"Awwww, is this her??" Felix's voice raises in pitch as he coos towards the far end of your couch.
"Hm?" your eyes follow his gaze to the far arm of your couch. Behind which you spot the tricoloured head of your calico, peering unsurely.
"Oh yeah, that's cookie." you smile. "She doesn't like strangers—"
You'd barely got the words out before they rang true — the moment Felix reaches a hand out in her direction, Cookie scampers away at the speed of light.
His warm smile quickly falls into rejected bewilderment. He whips his head around to you, his now widened eyes expecting you to scold him for whatever he clearly did wrong.
Both his expression and the strength of her reaction has you stifling a laugh before you can stop yourself.
"She's like that with everyone, don't worry." You quickly clarify, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder as you settle beside him on the couch.
"Everyone?" he repeats sceptically.
Well... maybe not everyone. As wary as Cookie was with new faces, her reaction to them usually wasn't that strong.
"I barely moved and she literally bolted!"
But you don't tell him that.
"I told you, she doesn't like strangers!" you defend, as you shuffle into the couch, into him and his warmth, trying to bring you both back to the cozy movie night planned, rather than the rejection of your cat.
You turn to him. A soft line forms between his brows as he knits them together, one raised doubtfully. His chin is scrunched, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout, and his eyes narrow at you in faux suspicion — he's teasing you. Not hurt. Not genuinely, except maybe for his ego.
Relieved, you swipe a blonde strand of hair from his face, voice quieter now. "She'll warm up to you, promise."
The promise is punctuated by a kiss to his freckled cheek — pressing soft, warm reassurance into the skin, which tightens under your lips as he smiles.
"She just has to get used to you first..."
He may not be fully convinced, but he is whipped and now struggling to keep his pout from cracking into a smile.
He glances over to you with the boyish glint he gets when he's proud of his own smooth talking. "…Guess I'll just have to come over more."
It was a logical plan — cookie doesn't like strangers. Felix wouldn't be a stranger if he was around more often, right?
"It's fine," he thinks. "I'll just win her over."
Except the plan didn't work.
By the third visit, Cookie still wasn't any less avoidant. By the fourth, he'd begun to attempt bribes.
Cookie's paws make a small "click clack" sound on the tile as she trots into the kitchen, seemingly carefree until she rounds the peninsula, and freezes in her tracks.
"There you are…" Felix says in a low, cooing voice, meant to sound non-threatening. "you want a treat, Cookie..?"
He reaches into the bright bag sitting between his crossed legs and pulls out a small brown pebble, which he half-throws, half-rolls in her direction.
She initially flinches, but when it lands about a foot ahead of her, stationary now — interest betrays her wariness, and her little head begins to bob from side to side as she eyes it up from afar.
Felix has to push down the urge for celebration when she cautiously pads towards his offering, her dilated pupils never leaving him for too long, until she crouches down to sniff at it.
"There you go…!" Felix praises as she finally crunches the treat between her sharp teeth. Getting ahead of himself, he pulls another out of the bag, and extends it out to her between clasped fingers.
Bad idea. The moment he moves in her direction she darts behind the peninsula, peeking her head out to look at him before scampering away completely at the next micro movement he makes. Mission failed.
"No no no—"
You walk into the kitchen just in time for Cookie speed past your feet, and hear a disgruntled huff from your kitchen floor. Felix looks up at you with an expression of defeat.
"Oh lix…" you give him a sympathetic smile. "she'll come round, just give her time."
By the fifth visit, you begun to silently worry. Cookie may not be fond of new people, but she usually warmed up a little by now.
But Felix wasn't one to have his morale shaken so easily. If treats didn't work then maybe toys will.
"Pspsps… here kitty kitty kitty…"
You walk into your living room sifting through the mail in your hand, only to look up and see your boyfriend squatting next to a cabinet, neck craned in a way that can't be comfortable just to look underneath. He's holding one of those dangling cat toys, dangling the feathered end in a way that's attempting to be tantalising, and you already know what he's trying... and failing.
"Felix?" you blink.
"I don't think she likes toys." he concludes, deflated. You don't have the heart to correct him.
The more time passes, the more Felix feels like Cookie's weird stepdad she doesn't want around — an intruder, an awkward presence in her space and family of two.
He tried more treats, every type under the sun, but she never ate them when they came from him. He tried catnip, she wasn't impressed. He got her a new bed, new scratching post. Both of which she did actually use, but he received no credit for them.
All the while you introduced him to all your close circles. He'd earned the stamp of approval from usually critical girlfriends, made a good impression on colleagues, been accepted by your family — he had to gently explain to your grandmother that no, his idol schedule would not allow him to come home with you for Christmas, and yet he still couldn't get Cookie to so much as tolerate him!
The final straw came during a games night he suggested you have with his members.
Cookie didn't bolt when Hyunjin suddenly swung his legs off the couch in her direction, she gave Changbin's pant leg an investigative sniff and — most offensively, she allowed Minho to give her ears a brief scratch.
It wasn't much, maybe not exactly friendliness, but it was more than they'd ever earned!
It was after this game night that Felix begrudgingly, finally, accepted defeat.
He lay beside you on the couch, slumped against your side and sulking with a pout you would've thought he'd be capable of producing.
"I never expected to see you so down in the dumps." it doesn't suit him.
"Your daughter hates me." he groans, the sound muffling as he tucks his face away in your hoodie.
"She doesn't hate you, Felix." the rare dramatics has you smiling softly as you try convince him. "She'll come round eventually..."
"Baby," he begins bluntly "we've been together for nearly five months. I won your second cousin over before Cookie's even let me pet her."
"She just needs to get used to you...!" you testify.
He lifts his head to look up at you, eyebrows furrowed in a way that makes it seems like he's actually offended at your outlandish statement.
"I've stayed over 28 times. It's not happening."
You pause. "Have you been counting??"
"Not the point." he deflects "And she didn't need to 'get used to' the guys tonight!"
He huffs, butting his head into your shoulder. His hopelessness is genuine — and painful to watch.
Because as much as this whole situation made for a humorous bit, you know how hard Felix has been trying to prove himself to the people important to you. To prove he's worthy of being in your life — and Cookie's important. He knows that. That was never a bit to him.
"I just want her to like me." he mumbles after a moment.
The words sound like they're trying to be minimising, to assure you the situation isn't as dramatic as he may have made it out to be — but they're honest. Honesty so simple it makes him sound small.
You sigh, bringing your hand up to hold the crown of his head.
"Well…" you begin, voice lower now. "maybe Cookie's just gonna have to suck it up, because you're not going anywhere." you murmur conclusively.
"...At least I hope not."
That makes him smile.
"You're sure you want a boyfriend who doesn't have the Cookie stamp of approval…?" he mumbles sarcastically.
You chuckle "I think we can make it work."
Feeling dispirited still, but strangely loved, his limbs begin to relax, and he lets them sink into you as he actually begins to watch whatever had been playing on the TV.
Slowly, the warmth of your body and the soothing motion of your fingers threading through his hair lull him closer and closer to sleep.
A few hours pass, and Felix is now slumped against your lap rather than your shoulder. Your arm has fallen languidly to your side, and he can hear you snoring softly above him as he's pulled from his own unconsciousness.
Heavy eyes blink open on the now too-bright light of the netflix "are you still watching screen", and he immediately cringes.
Something is tickling his cheek.
He flinches, head snapping to his left while bleary eyes attempt to focus on whatever's hovering above him.
His face freezes in alarm — no, disbelief. Or maybe both.
It's Cookie — looking down at him with a similar expression. Except she seems to mainly be confused at what he's making such a fuss about.
She leans back in, her whiskers tickling his face again as she gives him a curious sniff. Felix resists the urge to wince away from the sensation. If he so much as moves a muscle, he'll surely scare her off.
She continues down his arm, wading her little legs through the river of blanket, before losing interest. Felix's eyes follow her the whole time, until she conclusively plops herself down next to his abdomen, just above his bent knees.
"No way…" Felix mutters in disbelief, not daring to move yet.
Slowly, cautiously, he reaches a hand down to scratch behind her ear with a single finger, half bracing for her to suddenly realise he's the same man she's been avoiding like the plague for the past few months, and dart.
But she doesn't, she stays right there, satisfied in her place.
He keeps scratching, hesitation slowly fading, and like a soft engine roaring to life, she begins to purr.
Felix breathes out a quiet laugh of absurd disbelief. "You're kidding me."
She pays him no mind, only adjusting her head so his hand can get a better angle at her ears.
"Just playing hard to get, huh?" his lips part into a toothy grin, bright and triumphant at last.
Cookie's rich purrs begin to fade as sleep reclaims him, and the only thing on his mind as he drifts off is how excited he is to tell you about this in the morning.
Hey guys! Sorry to the 2 followers who check my account for disappearing for 4-5 months 😓 School was overwhelming me, I wasnt as into skz for a while, and it was hard to bring myself to write when I wasnt satisfied with anything I produced.
I'm not going to promise to start posting regularly, because I don't want to put pressure on myself, or set goals I don't know if I can or want to achieve. But I have been making an effort to be kinder to myself because I've realised that being hard on myself when it comes to pursuing things only paralyses me from doing them. In future I hope to improve my writing skills and interact with my interests through fanfiction, and hopefully adopting this healthier mindset means you'll see more of me :) (and better quality fics 😭)
Even though this fic is no magnum opus, and I'm sure it has flaws and awkward elements, I actually enjoyed writing this one alot more than anything else I've written. I think it's because I tried to prioritise pacing, flow and simple language rather than awkwardly trying to make every line and sentence "profound" or complicated 💔 Not to be dramatic, but genuinely feeling like I've made some progress is lowkey so relieving and euphoric 😭
in conclusion: future pixie's gonna do her best and try not to bite off more than she can chew, and actually enjoy hobbies like you're fucking supposed to 🫶
synopsis: you are a rookie racer trying to make it in the big leagues, but you have one problem: the #1 champion of arrogance yang jeongin
cw: MDNI, enemies to lovers core, jeongin's a bit of a dick (but he's hot so it's okay), slow burn, this fic be LOOONNNGGG, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (do not guys), p.i.v
let me know if i’m missing anything!!
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a/n: REUPLOADED!! i love this fic bruh i can't believe i had to reupload it :,) comment, reblog, and leave a like if you enjoyed this fic. support is always appreciated <3
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Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that it could burst. Sweat dripped down your face, making all the air in your helmet humid. The adrenaline was rushing through your system, and your hands were tightly gripping the wheel. The number on the dash was about eighty or ninety–it was hard to tell when your focus was on the track. Everything was passing by fast. No time to take in the views of the trees, large brand logos, and the empty rows of seats surrounding the track. Your foot was completely pressed down onto the pedal, and you were ten seconds away from finally beating the score.
“Come on…” You said to yourself as you swerved past all the obstacles and kept your eyes on the white and black checkered flag in the distance. “Please, please, please, please…”
You were close. You were so close. You sucked in a breath, feeling like you were on the verge of flying. Your eyes were widened, and all the adrenaline was about to burst out of your veins. three seconds until you get to beat the highest score. You were about to reach the finish line, and—
Boom!!
Another red race car sped past you at a speed beyond yours and crossed the finish line. You choked on air, your eyes widened with disbelief, and all the blood vessels under your skin were popping with sudden anger. You couldn’t even take the time to process everything within those few seconds because if you did, you’d crash the car.
“And Yang Jeongin beats the high score!!” Changbin’s voice boomed through the speakers, echoing across the empty track.
You crossed the finish line, but not with profound happiness, excitement, or a sense of fulfillment. You crossed it with the feeling of being robbed and humiliated. After many days and nights of training and running and driving, you still didn’t get to beat your stupid rival and his stupid grin. Your eyes burned with fury as you watched the red car pull over to the side. There, stepped out a man dressed in all red and black racer gear covered in all kinds of logos and the number twenty-three largely placed on the back of his racer jacket. His helmet was also completely red and glossy and covered in pointless stickers, and he removed it to reveal his somewhat messy black smooth hair, his fox eyes, and his shit eating grin. Oh, you wanted to slap that grin off his stupid face.
“How many seconds was I at?” he asked.
“About five seconds,” Changbin replied, clapping his hands. “Good job, Jeongin! This is higher than your score of seven seconds.”
“You fucking piece of shit!!” you shouted, bursting out of your purple race car. You stormed out of the vehicle, taking off your purple helmet and tossing it to the ground. “I was going to cross that finish line first, but you had to ruin it, asshole!”
Jeongin turned around, and his face immediately contorted into a scoff. He stood up even prouder, with his arms crossed and shoulders shrugged, as he took in your hunched shoulders, tightened fists, and heavy stomps toward him. To him, you were just a petulant rabbit fighting a wild fox.
“Guess your tires got cold, Cutie,” he said, “Better luck next time.”
Oh, you wanted to punch him. However, for the sake of keeping your already vulnerable spot in the team, you settled with a shove, which only caused Jeongin to stumble back a little bit but not fall.
“That was my shot! And you took it!” you yelled, “You already got the highest score last time we did this.”
Jeongin looked at you with offense, not taking your sour attitude lightly.
“Come on, Cutie, there are other ways to handle losing,” he rolled his eyes, “What happened to ‘good game’ or ‘you earned it?’”
“Well, this game wasn’t good,” you seethed, “And I should’ve earned it, but you had to steal my chance at getting a top score after hours of hard work—”
“Work harder then.”
He said it so sternly, but of course, he had to finish it off with a cocky smirk. That damn smirk he uses whenever he’s mocking you in some way. Your fists clenched tighter, your heart pounded, and you were sure harsh steam was blowing out of your ears. You were ready to launch at him, but Changbin quickly stepped in between you and Jeongin, his arms creating distance between you two.
“That’s enough fighting,” Changbin said, “You both are supposed to be a team and work together to win the Grand Prix coming up, and we can’t have that without you getting along.”
“Well, he should at least give me a chance to excel,” you crossed your arms and glared at Jeongin, making sure that you were serious about losing. “It’s not fair that he gets to steal the thunder.”
“Crying isn’t going to get you anywhere, Cutie,” Jeongin sighed, “As long as you have me, we’re going to win anyway.”
You couldn’t say much. Your jaw was too tight, and all your brain was doing was coming up with the next string of insults to throw Jeongin’s way. Your knuckles were whitening so much that it was almost painful, your hair was frizzed up, and one of your blood vessels may be on the verge of bursting. All you could do was turn away and storm off, kicking whatever rocks were in your way. You busted through the doors of the racecourse, your skin getting hit with the cool air conditioning. Everyone in the room looked at you, their faces immediately struck with worry.
However, you didn’t pay them any attention because you just wanted to get into your reserved room. You slammed the door shut, furiously ripped off all of your racer gear, and crashed onto the bed. Your eyes were hot and bottling up with tears, and you punched the pillow next to you with every last bit of energy you had. You hated him. You wished he would just stop being so arrogant and so cocky, that he’d give you a goddamn chance. If he was going to make you train harder, then you’ll train harder. You will do whatever it takes to take Yang Jeongin down.
x•x•x•x
“I don’t know why she gets so worked up,” Jeongin leaned back in his seat, propping up his feet onto the desk, as he sucked on a cherry-flavored lollipop. “I did what I was tasked to do, which was to finish the lap.”
“Yes, you did that well, Innie,” Changbin said. He was sitting on the other side of the desk, looking over the footage of Jeongin beating you on the track and the number of seconds it took to get to the finish line for both of you. “But maybe you should’ve acted less…mean to her.”
“Ha! Mean? I’m not mean, Changbin. I’m just not going to hold her hand and let her win for the sake of ‘fairness.’ I’m only doing what I do best, and she needs to step up her game if she wants to ‘beat me.’”
“Well, yes, while she can train harder, you also have to understand that she’s a rookie, and technically, your job is to help her. You both are team TOPLINE, and we can’t have a team if one is falling behind and the other is doing all the work. I say that you apologize to her, and you will make sure that she’s on equal footing with you.”
Changbin turned off the footage on his computer screen and looked Jeongin in the eyes, telling him that he is serious about this proposition. Jeongin popped the lollipop out of his mouth, a string of cherry-flavored saliva connecting his lips to the red, rounded candy. He looked at Changbin, seeing the way his buff arms were crossed and his eyebrows raised. Jeongin then groaned and lolled his head back to look at the ceiling.
“Fine,” Jeongin said, “I’ll be less…‘mean’ to our precious rookie.”
Jeongin put his legs down from the desk and stood up from his seat. He stretched his arms out before heading to the door.
“Any idea where she’d be?” Jeongin asked.
“Knowing her…probably the simulator room,” Changbin said.
Jeongin couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Yeah, of course…” Jeongin opened the office door. “Anyways, I’ll catch you later.”
“I believe in you,” Changbin said.
Of course he does, Jeongin thought. He stepped out of Changbin’s office and walked through the incredibly white hallways. The walls were decorated with pictures of race cars, both old and new, maps of the track, and framed pictures of tires used in the races. The squeaks of his red leather boots echoed across the halls, and his presence sent a shiver down the spines of those he came across. The way to the simulation room wasn’t that far from Changbin’s office. In fact, it was close to the repair and car engineering room, which was often full of people fixing any race cars that were damaged during either races, test runs, or simple practices.
Jeongin found the door to the simulation room, a room with no light except for the light coming from the giant screen that surrounded not only the entire room but also the fake race car in the center. The screen showed a race track and a pov of a racer zooming through the road at a very high speed. Jeongin looked at the fake race car in the center of the room, and he saw you through one of the windows. You were wearing your racing gear, your determined eyes visible through the helmet, and Jeongin could feel the frustration burning from you.
“Come on…” You seethed. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened again, and your foot pressed against the pedal that it reached the floor. You were going as fast as you possibly could, but you reached the finish line within the typical eight seconds. “Fuck!”
The simulation paused, and you let go of the wheel. The doors of the race car opened up, and you reluctantly stepped out to take off your helmet. As you took off your helmet and shook some of your hair, your eyes met Jeongin’s. He was standing tall and proud, as he usually does, with his arms crossed, and your bad mood had increased tenfold.
“Are you here to mock me?” you asked, your tone bitter like dark coffee.
“Eight seconds…” Jeongin said, “Not bad for a rookie.”
“Piss off.”
Jeongin let out an amused laugh.
“Come on now, Cutie,” he said as he walked up to you. “That isn’t a way to treat your teammate.”
“Oh really?” you stuck your nose up and looked at him dead in the eye. “Well, maybe I can say the same to you when you took my chances at beating the high score. What was that thing you said again? ‘As long as you have me, we’re going to win anyway?’ As far as we’re concerned, we’re not teammates.”
You pushed him aside and walked past him to make your way to the exit.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get back to training—”
Suddenly, Jeongin grabbed your wrist to stop you from walking. You tried to escape from his grip, but it’s too tight and strong.
“Let go of me—” you struggled.
“Meet me at the track at 8:00,” Jeongin said.
“Are you serious?”
“You want to get better at racing? Then meet me at 8:00.”
Jeongin’s voice was firm, almost like there was no choice in the matter. His fox eyes were sharp and commanding, and you couldn’t help the chills you felt down your spine. You swallowed and pulled your hand away from his. You didn’t even say anything back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying yes. Your back turned to Jeongin, and you simply walked away, leaving the simulation room. Meanwhile, Jeongin only sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Is this even going to work?
x•x•x•x
The large clock on the stadium board read 8:00 p.m., and Jeongin was waiting outside, wearing his typical gym attire: a black tank top, grey sweatpants, and sneakers. Even though the sky was an incredible dark blue with the full moon shining bright up there, the weather still had that summer air: hot, sometimes sticky, and maybe a coastal breeze. A few minutes passed by, and Jeongin looked around to see if you were going to come at all. However, no one was in sight. It was only him and the sounds of crickets.
“Jesus, of course, she wouldn’t want to come…” Jeongin scoffed, “Arrogant rookie…”
He was ready to get back inside and return to the living quarters, but to his surprise, you actually showed up. You showed up in your typical racer gear: all black and purple fabric with any random brand logos people go feral over.
“Where’s your racer gear?” you asked as you approached him.
“We aren’t driving tonight,” Jeongin said.
“Huh? Then what are we doing?” You felt your voice rise a little, out of the fear that Jeongin’s taking the time out of his night to waste yours.
“We’re going to take a run. So lose the racer gear. Or don’t. I don’t care.”
Jeongin’s tone was firm but a little sarcastic. It ticked you off to no end, but since you chose to be outside at night alone with him, you might as well cooperate if you wanted to get better at racing. You unzipped your racer’s jacket, since you didn’t want to sweat your tits out.
“Leclerc? Really?” Jeongin asked, eyeing the loose-fitted red Ferrari tank top you were wearing that had a picture of Charles Leclerc and his number sixteen in bold, plastered all over your chest.
“What?” Your cheeks heated up a little, noticing the teasing smirk creeping up on Jeongin’s lips. “He’s just…cool.”
“Wearing that on the track might make you a traitor, Cutie.”
“Shut up,” you huffed and crossed your arms, looking away from Jeongin. “He just motivates me…”
“I’m more of a Piastri kind of guy,” Jeongin stretched his arms out and lowered himself to the ground to get into position. His palms were flattened against the pavement. His right knee was close to his chest, while his left leg was a little extended back, and his back was curved upward. He posed like he was about to start a marathon.
You couldn’t help but stare at his shoulders. The way they looked more broader and defined under the stadium lights. You could even see some of his toned back muscles peek out from his compressed black tank top. The veins in his arms were popping out from the pressure he’s put on himself, and you saw the determined look in his eyes. He looked like he was ready to pounce and hunt like a wild fox.
“Ready to go, Cutie?” he asked.
You quickly snapped out of your thoughts, already feeling the embarrassment wash over you from eyeing the man you’re supposed to take down. You tossed your racer jacket to the side and got in the same position as Jeongin. He turned to his right to look at you, noticing how toned your muscles were. They were more toned than he thought, and he couldn’t help but feel a rush down his spine when he noticed how well your racer pants hugged your ass.
“Alright…” Jeongin started, “On the count of three…”
“Wait, are we racing each other?” you asked.
“Duh.”
“Then why aren’t we in the cars?”
“Because running is good for you, Dummy. Now, on the count of three…”
You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t protest any further. You took a deep breath and waited for Jeongin to finish counting to three.
“One…two…three!”
And just like that, both of you bolted. Jeongin was already ahead of you because of course he was. He gritted his teeth and let out the quickest breaths as he ran, and you were determined to beat him. You quickened your pace and managed to get an inch behind him. Your legs were burning already, sweat began to drip down your skin, and you could hear your heartbeat with every step on the road. You wondered how much of the track that you and Jeongin were going to run, but it didn’t matter at the moment. You needed to beat him. You swallowed and huffed and puffed as you finally managed to run past Jeongin. Triumph flowed through your veins, and you were determined to make it to whatever finish line there was.
Jeongin looked at you, seeing the way that you were running. You were running so unbelievably fast. All he could do was sigh and keep at his own pace, while you were stuck on your own mission to be the best. You looked behind you, noticing that Jeongin was a bit far behind you. You grinned and ran more and more. However, your lungs were forcefully pumping in and out as much air as they could, and your legs were aching and burning. You even felt your arms getting tired from all the back-and-forth movement. Your head was spinning a little, as your whole body heated up.
No…I can’t be tired now…I need to win…
You pushed and pushed, trying to keep up your speed. However, all the energy was draining out of you, and you had no choice but to stop running. Fuck…no…
Your hands covered your knees, your chest was heaving, and your head was still spinning. Your throat and tongue were dry, and your body tilted a little from the borderline exhaustion. Suddenly, your body jolted when you heard footsteps behind you.
“What’s the matter, Cutie? We just started running.”
Jeongin finally stopped running and stood behind you with his arms crossed.
“I won, by the way,” you breathed.
“No, you didn’t. You only ran about half a mile.”
“Oh, shut up, you stopped too.”
“Well, you exhausted yourself, so no one wins.”
You stood up straight and looked at him in the eye, ready to rebut, but no words would come out of your mouth. You just stared into his eyes, noticing how relaxed they seemed. You saw the way his smooth skin and black hair were covered in a sheen of sweat, droplets dripping down from the tips of his hair strands. His Adam’s apple was bobbing, and his tank top was stuck to his body like a second skin, letting his defined pecs speak for themselves. He looked so fucking hot, and your irritation only increased.
“What’s wrong? Got nothing to say back?” Jeongin challenged.
“What’s your point?” you asked.
“My point is…we can’t be a team if we’re trying to beat each other.”
All you did was laugh.
“Says the guy who stole my chances at beating the high score.”
“I didn’t steal your chances,” Jeongin rolled his eyes, “I just so happened to have more experience than you, Rookie.”
“Well, why am I even in your team then, huh?” you retorted. Your voice rose a little. “Why aren’t you in the higher-ups?”
“Ask Changbin. You think I chose to be paired up with you? A fucking brat who is literally one-track minded?”
“Excuse me?!”
Your mouth was agape. Your heart rate quickened, your body heated up like a hot pot of boiling water, and your fists tightened that your knuckles turned white.
“You heard me,” Jeongin said. His arms were still crossed, but his voice got more stern and laced with venom. “You can’t even drive without thinking about beating me, and you just think that driving fast will get you anywhere.”
“Well, what else am I supposed to do if you keep on winning the race by yourself?! You talk about teamwork, but let’s be so fucking for real here, Yang Jeongin. You’ve always acted like this is a one-man show, and you keep your stage partner locked up backstage.”
Silence was between the two of you. All Jeongin could do was glare at you, like you said the craziest thing imaginable. All you could do was stare at him, wondering if your words actually got through to his skull. But despite how powerful your words might’ve been, his posture didn’t falter. He managed to stand still and proud, and his glare wasn’t a sign of a change of heart. All you could do in that moment was scoff and walk past him, bumping your shoulder against his on purpose, and going back to where you came from. Jeongin watched you walk further and further away from him, completely frustrated. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Dammit, Changbin. I told you this wasn’t ever going to work. Now, she might fucking quit.
x•x•x•x
“That damn bastard!” you huffed, throwing your red stressball across Changbin’s office. It bounced off the walls, and you caught it when it went back at you. “Stupid fucking idiot who all of a sudden doesn’t want things to be a competition. If he didn’t want it to be a competition, he shouldn’t have acted like it was one in the first place!”
You threw the stressball again, but this time it was aimed at the window. You were ready to catch it, but the ball didn’t bounce right back at you. It was flying towards Changbin, but he quickly caught it before it could hit the side of his head. His eyes then met yours, and he tossed the ball to you. You swiftly caught the ball as he moved a little closer to you.
“I know how you feel, Y/N,” Changbin said, “You’re frustrated because Jeongin is trying to take the spotlight, and I’ve talked to him about it the other day—”
“What did he say?”
“He…said that he was just doing what he does best, which, in a sense, is true.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but Changbin put his hand up, urging you to let him continue.
“But I told him to give you a chance,” he said, “Because you can’t be a team when you’re struggling and he isn’t.”
“Well, he’s certainly doing that,” you said dryly, “Be honest, Changbin. Why did you put me and him in a team together? Why isn’t the great Yang Jeongin up there hanging out with Lewis Hamilton or Oscar Piastri?”
Changbin didn’t answer right away. His expression was more thoughtful, as if he were trying to piece together what he was going to say. He took off his glasses, pressed his palms together, and looked at you straight into the eyes and soul.
“He may be proud and skilled,” Changbin said, “but he is not as skilled as the higher-ups. And he’s very aware of that…which could explain why his determination is pushing you away.”
“So you just think pairing him with me is good?”
“Why, yes. He can learn a lot from you, and you can learn a lot from him.”
Changbin tilted his head as he looked at you, giving you a moment to take in what he said. You thought more about the night before. You thought about how he wasn’t bolting across the track like you did. Then you thought about his words. “Well, you exhausted yourself. So no one wins.” That fucking bastard…
“The Grand Prix is in three days,” Changbin said, “I believe in you both.”
You didn’t say anything afterward. You only nodded and walked out of Changbin’s office, and for some God forsaken reason, you couldn’t figure out why you were in front of Jeongin’s door. The door to his room was plain and white, but there was a large twenty-three sticker, proudly displaying his number as if he were someone important. The door was closed, but if you leaned in closely, you could hear the sounds of highlight reels playing.
“And just like Oscar Piastri is the first Australian driver to take the lead in fifteen years!”
You opened the door to see Jeongin lying back on his bed with his eyes locked on the TV screen across from him. He was dressed in a plain black T-shirt with black sweatpants: nothing super special. The TV showed old footage of a race from a few months ago, and Jeongin looked at it intently. He watched it like he was carefully analyzing it, like it was the 100th time he’d watched it. Jeongin didn’t notice you. Or maybe he did and didn’t want to give you any sliver of attention.
You stepped further into his room. You didn’t understand why your heart was pounding so much. Maybe it was the alarms in your head screaming at you to step out of enemy territory. His room looked like your suite: white walls with framed pictures related to the race track and sports, yellow circle lights, and a nice queen bed with black sheets. The only difference was that Jeongin’s racer outfit was hanging from one of the hooks on the wall, ready to grab when the time comes.
“What are you doing here, Cutie?” Jeongin asked. His voice sounded a little detached. He didn’t even turn his head to look at you.
Your heart jumped from the sudden acknowledgment, but you quickly recovered and swallowed.
“Why are you watching Piastri’s highlights?” you asked.
Jeongin smirked and let out a dry chuckle.
“He just motivates me,” he finally looked at you as he repeated your words from last night. His eyes were narrow, his grin teasing, both actively trying to get under your skin. And boy, was he already under your skin. Your heart pounded more, you felt more breathless every minute, and warmth spread all over your body. “Anyways, what do you want? Shouldn’t you be out training to beat me?”
“Well, something’s bugging me,” you said, as you tried to keep your breath steady.
“Oh, color me shocked.”
“Shut up! This is serious!”
“Okay, okay, Cutie,” Jeongin laughed before reaching his hand out to you to make a “come here” gesture. If he wasn’t under your skin before, he was already possessing you in some way because you were already sitting on his bed. There was some distance between you two, but it felt closer than you’d prefer. His gaze was hard to avoid, too. Something about his fox eyes, smooth skin, and the way his black hair framed his face drove something mad in you. You mentally scolded yourself for failing to stop looking at his plush lips. “Tell me all about it.”
Jeongin’s smile may have been simple, but there was a hint of mischief, as if he was brewing new ways to mess with you.
“What you said last night,” you started, “About neither of us winning…were you serious about that?”
His expression changed a little. From what seemed to be less mischievous or annoyed, he’s now a little serious.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.
“I think…” You mentally kicked yourself for even considering what to say next. “You’re right…Even though you might have been repeating whatever Changbin said before. The Grand Prix is in three days, and if we want to win this, we have to work together.”
“Did Changbin tell you that?”
“Yeah, and…I agree with him. We may hate each other, Jeongin, but if we’re honest with ourselves…we’re not in the higher-ups. We’re fresh meat, but Changbin believes in us. We just need to focus on the race and winning together. And maybe we can go back to hating each other afterward.”
Jeongin couldn’t help but chuckle a little at your last sentence, but he was silent afterward. Your words were sinking into him, marinating in his head. Even though he wanted to rebut and argue with you, he couldn’t. All he could think about was the rigorous days he spent driving, running, lifting, dieting, and doing whatever exercise he could to make sure that he was the best. However, none of that work was going to be sufficient if he were on the road by himself in a team-based sport. He may be fast, but not as fast as his idols. He knew you were right, which annoyed him to no end. He sighed and inched a little closer to you.
“You’re right, Y/N,” he admitted reluctantly. “And yes, what I said last night…I was serious about it. If we’re going to win the Grand Prix…we need to be more strategic.”
You swear you could feel your eyes light up at his admission. Nothing more satisfying than Yang Jeongin saying that you were right.
“So are we going to train together?” you asked.
“You want to?” Jeongin raised his eyebrow, a little surprised by your proposal.
“Well…if we’re gonna be a team on the track, might as well be a team in the gym.”
“Want to meet tonight at 6:00 then?”
Normally, you’d hesitate or not give a straight answer. But this time, you couldn’t help yourself.
“Yes.”
x•x•x•x
The next two days, you were training with Yang Jeongin. Yes, you were willingly training with him, even though you were sure that he still hated you and that you hated him. You both were running laps outside together, took turns with the driving simulator, raced each other on the track, and you were now at the gym. You were fully prepared, wearing your tight white tank top that hugged your curves perfectly, your navy blue track pants, and white sneakers. Your hair was tied up in a ponytail, and you were warming up by sitting on one of the benches, lifting your dumbbells. It was fairly easy for you to do. You weren’t pushing yourself too hard, since the plan was to do the bench press.
Jeongin finally arrived at the gym, wearing his casual gym clothes: a black compression shirt, matching shorts, and his regular black sneakers. He was going to announce his arrival, but he couldn’t help but stop for a moment to look at you. He’s seen you in tight clothes before, but something about you in your gym clothes stirred something in him. The way your top fitted like a second skin, making the swells of your breasts more prominent, but he couldn’t help but like the way your pants made you look like some badass. Hell, even the way you’re lifting the dumbbell was fucking attractive. His throat went dry, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment from the growing tent in his shorts.
Jeongin, for fuck sake, calm down.
He shook away the intruding thoughts and walked over to greet you.
“Hey,” Jeongin said.
Your head snapped up to meet his eyes. You immediately felt like you were in a dream. Why was he so hot? His fucking compression shirt. It was so tight and so right that you could see his abs through the fabric. And his shorts? Something about them felt illegal. Your brain was buzzing. No coherent thought in your head, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered.
“Hi,” you cleared your throat, trying to avoid the pink glow in your skin. “You’re a little late.”
“Oh, come on, I’m not that late,” Jeongin laughed it off. “Only about two minutes late.”
“Sure, whatever you say.”
You playfully rolled your eyes before putting down the heavy dumbbell and presenting the bench press.
“Wanna bench press?” you asked.
“Well, isn’t that what we agreed to?” Jeongin smiled.
“Yes.”
“So yes.”
“You wanna go first? I can spot you.”
“Sure.”
Jeongin laid his back down against the hard but also semi-soft bench. His head was underneath the large metal barbell, which was perfectly perpendicular to his shoulders. You went ahead to grab the weights.
“How many pounds?”
“Maybe 100.”
You nodded and grabbed two of the fifty-pound weight plates to put on the large barbell. Jeongin wrapped his hands around the barbell, maintaining a proper distance between his arms, and you were positioned behind him to spot.
“On the count of three,” you started, “One, two, three.”
Jeongin lifted the barbell, gritting his teeth together, and brought it a little closer to his chest. You stepped a little away from him, not to distract him. Once Jeongin brought the large weight near his chest, he pushed it back up and then repeated it. He only let out a couple of grunts, his muscles flexing with every push and pull. You couldn’t pull your eyes away. You couldn’t help but stare at his veins popping underneath his skin with his bulging muscles, and his flexed abs that you could see through his compression shirt. The sweat pouring down his body wasn’t helping much either, making his shirt stick to him even more. He lifted the barbell about two more times, letting out more pants and grunts.
“I’m done, Cutie,” he said.
You quickly helped him put the barbell back on the J-cups, where it’s meant to be, and Jeongin sat up.
“Damn, that was good,” he said, as he massaged his newly exercised muscles.
“You should spot me,” you said.
“You sure?” Jeongin smirked, “100 is a lot to carry.”
“I can try.”
You got on the bench, pushing Jeongin to get off. He rolled his eyes playfully, stood up, and got into position to spot you. He was about to ask you if you were ready to lift the weight, but he immediately stopped to look at you. As if you didn’t look tempting before, now you looked extra tempting with you lying back and your doe eyes looking up at him. Jeongin swallowed a breath, and his mind began to wander to not-so-innocent places, wondering what it would look like if you were truly underneath him. The image of his hands gripping your wrists, keeping them above your head, his hard crotch rubbing against your sticky and wet track pants, and hearing your sweet whimpers plagued his mind.
“Jeongin, I’m ready,” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Jeongin shook his head, bringing him back down to reality.
“Oh, right,” he said. He wanted to avoid eye contact with you, but he couldn’t help it. You looked too cute. “On the count of three…One, two, three.”
You tried to lift the barbell with all the strength you had. You felt the strain in your arms, all the gravity coming down on you with immense force. You pushed the barbell a bit high above your chest. Your teeth were tightly pressed up against each other, your chest caved in with the amount of air you sucked in, and your eyes widened when your arms began to give out. Jeongin quickly grabbed the barbell before it fell completely on your chest and eased it back on the J-cups.
“Told you it was going to be too heavy,” Jeongin said.
“Shut up,” you pouted, as you sat up on the bench. “I thought I had it.”
“I’m only surprised that it didn’t fall on you right off the bat. You did hold it up for a good five seconds or so.”
“That makes it sound like I’m weak.”
“One step at a time, Cutie. One step at a time.”
You rolled your eyes, but you jumped a little when his hand found its way in your hair, ruffling it up a little. Your face turned red, and your mind was buzzing. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering like crazy, and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin from his slight tug on your hair.
“What are you doing?” you asked.
“Nothing, Cutie. Just giving you some encouragement.”
You were going to say something back, but the words were lost on you the moment you saw his cheeky smile. The way his eyes formed into small crescents made your heart skip a beat.
“You’re just messing with me,” you huffed.
“Well…it seems like you don’t fully mind,” he said.
“What? Of course I mind.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Hey!—”
“C’mon, Cutie. Let’s exercise your muscles more.”
Jeongin walked away for a moment, and he replaced the fifty-pound weight plates from the barbell and replaced them with the twenty-five-pound weight plates.
“One step at a time,” he said, prompting you to lie back down on the bench.
You rolled your eyes a little but went ahead to lie down. Jeongin spotted you while you were lifting the barbell. The thing was still heavy, but it was easier to lift it up without putting so much strain on your arms. You both then proceeded to work out with the other equipment at the gym: the treadmills, the pull-up bars, and the leg extension. You also did regular exercises like push-ups, crunches, and sit-ups.
While both of you mostly got through the workout routine, you could not for the life of you keep your eyes off his buff muscles. You were obsessed with the way his veins protruded from his skin. Even the way he was taking a breather was fucking hot. His long tongue would just hang out from his lips, sweat dripping down his black hair, with his chest heaving, and the way he dryly laughs whenever he says that he should keep going.
You blamed your mind for making you picture what it would be like to have him in your sheets. His testosterone all the way up, his large hands grabbing your plush skin, and his tongue in places where it shouldn’t be. His heavy breaths against your heated skin, and all the things he could say to you while he has you under him. Would he sound so soft, or would he take all of his frustrations out on you?
No, Y/N! You can’t be weak for him. Not now!
Jeongin’s hands were tightly gripping your feet, keeping you in place while you did your set of sit-ups. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven….you almost lost track, but thankfully, Jeongin was the one paying attention. Your goal was twenty sit-ups. You were at about fifteen.
“You’re almost there,” Jeongin encouraged.
“Sixteen,” you panted, “Ugh, Jeongin, I’m tired.”
You weren’t lying. Your lungs were fighting for their lives, and the rest of your body was already sore from the other exercises you’d done for the past hour. You were even getting lightheaded, but you weren’t sure if it was from the exercises or from looking at Jeongin’s shifty fox eyes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, your mouth dry from the constant panting, before going back to do more sit-ups.
“Hmm….nothing, Cutie,” Jeongin said.
“You have something planned, I know it.”
“To win the Grand Prix, yes.”
“Hmm….you’re obviously hiding something from me.”
“What is there to hide?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a plan to sabotage me on the track or something.”
Jeongin laughed.
“I would never,” Jeongin said, “I mean, come on, we agreed to work together, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Although….I guess I can embarrass you in front of Leclerc.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” you asked, your face contorted in confusion and your cheeks reddening.
“I don’t know. I guess I’ll just tell him all about you in the off-chance I meet the Charles Leclerc face to face. Spill all your darkest secrets to him.”
“What dark secrets do I even have?” Your face was completely red with slight embarrassment, and what’s worse is that you don’t think you could handle the idea of your favorite racer knowing of your existence.
“Maybe….the fact that you have a cute journal dedicated to him,” Jeongin smirked.
“How did you know that?!” you bolted up, immediately stopping your sit-ups, and looked at him with your eyes wide open, adrenaline rushing through your veins, and your heart pounding like there’s no tomorrow.
“I caught a glimpse of you making your little collage the other day. You, in your pajamas sitting on your bed, stickers and markers surrounding you, and of course, the many pictures of him.”
“Don’t ever tell him!” So much heat radiated from your skin that water could evaporate if it touched it. You even looked away from Jeongin, hiding your face in your knees. Embarrassment was an understatement.
“No promises, Cutie,” Jeongin smirked before lifting your chin up to meet your eyes. “I think he’d find it endearing anyway.”
You sucked in a breath when you realized just how close your nose was to Jeongin’s. They were practically touching. His hand was already holding your chin, and you couldn’t help but stare at his lips: pink, plush, and utterly kissable. Jeongin’s Adam's apple was bobbing as he swallowed, his eyes failing to avoid your lips. God, he wanted to kiss you. Kiss you so much that he could devour you. You looked too cute: your lips were soft like a pillow, and you just looked at him with the biggest doe eyes he’s ever seen. And of course, your goddamn workout clothes were hard to look away from.
“How about we call it a day?” he asked.
You blinked, finally broken out of the weird trance. Jeongin pulled himself back, his hand letting go of your chin, leaving your skin cold. You reluctantly nodded, and just like that, you later found yourself in your shower, letting all the hot water trickle down your body. You stared and stared at the marble wall, noticing your very faint reflection. Your body was on autopilot, but your mind was stuck on Jeongin’s face. His face when he stared at your face for longer than ever. His face when his hand tightly gripped your chin. His face when his Adam’s apple was bobbing with every beat of his heart. His eyes haunted you. They were full of nothing but carnal want.
What would you have done if he just kissed you at that moment, you wondered. He’s your enemy, as you are his. You hated him. You wouldn’t let him, but what would his kisses even be like? Was he a good kisser or a bad one? Would his kisses be hard or soft? What would it be like to have his big, veiny hands on your thighs? How would he hold you—
No! I need to stop. I don’t want him, and he doesn’t want me. He’s just messing with me, that’s all.
Even with that assumption, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling. The water dripping down your body was running cold, making your skin textured with goosebumps. You felt a twitch in your spine, and yet, a rush came down your body, heat building up in your stomach. His eyes, his hands, his damn shoulders, his hard abs, and his stupid smirk that you’d slap right off wouldn’t let you be.
Damn you, Yang Jeongin.
x•x•x•x
Tonight was the night. It was finally the Grand Prix. The big stadium lights were on, the crowd was cheering and screaming with excitement, and you were putting on your racer gear. Normally, you’d wear purple and black, but since you were representing your team, red and black were the colors. Jeongin was already dressed, and you immediately had to look away. Why the fuck was he so hot? The way his racer suit clinged to his body like a second skin made your mouth water, and you tried to keep your eyes away from his crotch, not wanting to act like some pervert during the big day.
Come on, Y/N! You’ve got a race to win. Focus!!
You huffed and finally put on your special jacket, put your hair up in a ponytail, and grabbed your helmet.
“This is it,” Jeongin said.
You turned your head to look at him, adjusting his boots, tightly pulling the laces together, and tying them. His hair looked slightly messy, but his face was wide awake.
“Yeah…” you said, “You better not screw it up.”
“Oh, please, Cutie. You know I won’t.”
Jeongin stood up and crossed his arms, eyeing you up and down.
“Let’s kick some ass,” he said before extending his hand out to you. You looked up to see his eyes, formed into crescents as his lips formed into a smile. Not a smirk. An actual smile. You smiled back and took his hand.
“Let’s kick some ass,” you said back.
“Good to see you two come around,” Changbin said. You and Jeongin turned to look at him, noting how proud he looked to see that there was no hostility between you. “I knew you could do it.”
“Thank you, Changbin,” you said a little bashfully.
“I believe in you both. Even if you don’t win today, you can always win tomorrow.”
Changbin circled around you and Jeongin and stood behind you both. He put his hands on both of your shoulders, giving them a soft massage of encouragement.
“Go get them!” he said before walking away.
“We will, Changbin,” Jeongin chuckled.
The race was about to start, so you and Jeongin put on your helmets and stepped out to your track station. Several people were at the pit stop, working on final preparations for the racecars. You took a peek outside to see the screaming crowds and the scoreboard towering over everyone in the racecourse. The scoreboard was pretty empty since the race hadn’t started, but it showcased all the teams that would be participating. You couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride when you saw your team name on the board: TOPLINE. You felt prouder when the large screens in the distance displayed a picture of you, standing so confidently and ready to conquer the race.
“Come on, Cutie,” Jeongin called as he hopped into his racecar. “This race isn’t gonna win itself.”
You nodded and hopped into your racecar. Once you were seated, you tightly buckled in all the straps, and your hands found the steering wheel.
“Cutie? Can you hear me?” Jeongin said through the intercoms.
Shivers were sent up and down your spine, hearing the deep husk of his voice. Why did he sound so seductive? Your cheeks heated up, making your helmet hotter and humid with your breath.
“Cutie?” he asked again.
“Yes, I can hear you,” you said, trying to keep your head straight and not completely mad over his stupidly attractive voice.
“We’re queued to get in line.”
“Okay, I’ll line up.”
You looked through the windshield to see that Jeongin started to drive and left the pit stop. You shifted the gears in your car and followed him, reaching the track, and the adrenaline was already running through your veins when you realized that you were placed right behind a Ferrari racecar. Your heart was pounding, and you couldn’t help but feel very giddy. Your favorite team as a kid was right in front of you. However, you were very aware that you needed to focus on the race and not fall behind because of severe fangirling. You looked ahead of the Ferrari to see that Jeongin was placed a little ahead of you. You sucked in a small breath, hoping that your worst fear wouldn’t come true in this race.
I hope he doesn’t do what I think he’s gonna do. All that time training had better be worth something.
“Now all the racers are perfectly lined up!” the commentator’s voice boomed through the large speakers in the racecourse. “Today’s race is quite special, since it’s technically the official debut of Team TOPLINE with rookie racer Y/N L/N with her stunning determination and talent. And let’s not forget the pleasant surprise of Yang Jeongin, who originally auditioned to be part of McLaren, but he didn’t make the cut. Well, we’re glad to have him join us on the racecourse anyway.”
Your eyes widened a bit at the sudden fact that the commentator dropped. You didn’t know Jeongin actually tried for McLaren. You couldn’t help but wonder what it was that stopped him from joining the team. Maybe he wasn’t fast enough for them? Impossible. Jeongin’s the fastest. You imagined what expression his face could be making in that moment. Was he reveling in his failure to make it on one of the biggest racing teams, or was he motivated to do better than they ever could?
“I know you’re behind your man, Cutie, but you have to stay focused,” Jeongin said through the intercomms, interrupting your train of thought. His voice didn’t sound humorless, and instead had that same teasing tone he always had.
“Hey!” you retorted, blushing once more. “I’ll be focused!!”
“Alright, Cutie.”
“Just don’t try to take the victory for yourself.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Jeongin didn’t say another word to you, and you didn’t say another word to him. You hoped that he actually meant it. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone, and you were very sure that he didn’t want to embarrass himself either. All you had to do was breathe. Inhale and exhale. Your heart was pounding so much that you felt your limbs tremble. You looked through the windshield to see the red lights ahead blinking one by one. Once the final light turned on, all the cars started to move. Your foot was fully pressed against the accelerator the moment you gained enough distance. Your hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, and your eyes were trained on the track you practiced on so many times. You could hear your heart pound as you sped past the cars with logos you remember fangirling over as a young teenager. Your heart pounded so much that you could hear it in your ears.
“Y/N? Are you catching up?” Jeongin asked.
“Yeah…” you said, “I’ve passed like three of them now…I’m still a little behind.”
“Hmm…okay. Just try to get past as many cars as you can. Finish those laps.”
“Got it.”
You increased your speed and managed to get past another car, only to suddenly find yourself right next to a Ferrari. You were so tempted to look through the windows, maybe as an attempt to get one of your idols to notice you. However, you couldn’t afford to get distracted.
“And look at that! Y/N L/N has just passed another Ferrari!” the commentator announced. “She’s not giving any mercy to the veterans on the road. That rookie is surely determined! Hopefully her tires won’t give out midway through the race with this speed.”
“Jeongin! How far ahead are you?” you called.
“I’m about five cars away until I take the lead,” he replied, “Where are you?”
“I think I’m two cars behind you.”
“Keep that position, and only focus on defense.”
“Defense? Don’t tell me you’re trying to win the race on your own!”
“Trust me, Cutie, I wouldn’t have given you directions if I were.”
“Ugh, this better work.”
You looked at your rearview mirrors, noticing that someone was trying to get past you. You immediately huffed and blocked the car’s path, and when it tried to go another direction, you swiftly blocked that way too.
“Looks like Yang Jeongin has finished his first lap of the night!” the commentator said, “Will his partner Y/N L/N be able to catch up?”
“Jeongin!” you said.
“You’re almost there, Cutie, just hold on tight,” Jeongin assured, “I’ll have to make a quick pit stop anyway, so take the lead.”
Your foot was against the floor, pressing fully against the accelerator, and you fought your way to get past the cars that were in front of you. You saw Jeongin drive to the pit stop, and with a surge of adrenaline, you sped to where you were right next to the leading car, which had the very distinctive white, blue, and had the Red Bull logo all over it. You slightly averted your gaze to your right to see that the car was moving towards you and gently clashed against the side of your car, rubbing its side up your car. The scratching noise of metal rubbing against metal echoed in the small space of your racecar, piercing your ears through your helmet.
“Shit!”
You tightened your grip on the wheel, and you pushed back, not harshly but enough. The Red Bull car was pushed to the side of the track, orange sparks flying from its side. Immediately, you sped right into the lead.
“And Y/N L/N has taken the lead!!” the commentator hollered through the speakers, and the yells and cheers from the crowd echoed across the track. “And look at that! She completed her first lap of the night! Yang Jeongin has also finished his pit stop, and he’s now speeding his way to join his mate!”
“Stay in the lead, Cutie,” Jeongin said through the comms again. “I’ll focus on defense.”
“Not focused on winning for yourself, eh?” you smirked, “You for real?”
“Unless being in the spotlight is too much for you.”
“No, no. I was just wondering.”
“Alright then. Just stay where you are and do your laps.”
A whole hour went by. You and Jeongin were going back and forth on the track between taking the lead and focusing on defense against the other racers trying to increase their ranking on the board. There were some moments where other racers ended up being faster than you, some pit stops lasted a few seconds longer than you’d like, and Jeongin was in the lead more than you. You were behind about seven cars. You had about forty-six laps down, but Jeongin was already past fifty. The time was ticking, and you wanted nothing but to just speed past the cars and cross the finish line. However, despite the urge of wanting to scold him for having more laps down than you, you also knew that you just had to trust him. Trusting Yang Jeongin was a crazy idea, but maybe trusting him was the only way to win.
“We have only fifteen minutes left in this Grand Prix,” the commentator said, “And it is between McLaren and TOPLINE to take the win! Jeongin is at fifty laps, trying to catch up to Piastri’s records from the last couple of races. Who will cross that finish line first?”
“Jeongin! I’m falling behind,” you said, trying to get past the other racecars in front of you.
“Hold on, Y/N. We’re almost to the finish line,” Jeongin said.
“Well, you are close to the finish line. What about me?”
“I’m about to do a pit stop again. You can take the lead now.”
You quickly sped up again, passing all the racecars in front of you. Your teeth were grinding against each other, your knuckles were white, and you were ready to jump the moment you finally got another lap in. You weren’t sure when Jeongin was gonna come back from the pitstop, but that didn’t stop you from zooming through the track. Any car you saw ahead of you, you overtook it. Any pit stop you had to take, you made sure that it was as quick as possible. You were finally at about fifty-seven laps. Jeongin was at fifty-six.
“Looks like Team TOPLINE is taking over the leader board!” The commentator said, “Yang Jeongin is at the highest number of laps for this Grand Prix, and Y/N L/N is catching up to him. We have three minutes left until they finally cross that finish line.”
You were still in the lead, far away from everyone else. Your heart pounded, the adrenaline was coursing through your veins, your body was twitching, and your tunnel vision was unmatched. All you were focused on was the track, making sure that your speed was above eighty miles per hour. You didn’t even notice that Jeongin was finally right beside you. He glanced to his side, looking right at your determined face. You were ready to win, pushing past every obstacle to get what you want. A soft smile crept up on his lips, and he found his foot ease a little on the accelerator.
“On the count of three,” he said.
You sucked in a breath, and your pupils began to open more. His voice felt more electrifying than before. Everything began to feel silent. All the tensions in your body were gone. Even the roughness of the road you couldn’t feel. You were flying.
One…two…three!
Boom!!
Time stopped. Cheers echoed across the racecourse, confetti was flying everywhere, and you and Jeongin were speeding across the track all wild and free.
“And just like that!! TOPLINE takes the win for this Grand Prix!!” the commentator announced with so much energy in his voice. “Y/N L/N and Yang Jeongin crossed the finish line together. Y/N L/N finished the race with fifty-eight laps, and Yang Jeongin finished with fifty-seven! Very close tie in laps!”
You eventually stopped the car, smoke rising from the pavement. You couldn’t move. You were stuck. Sweat was dripping down your skin, soaking all the fabric of your racer outfit. The plastic shield of your helmet was all fogged up with every heavy breath you huffed out. Your arms and legs felt like jelly, as if it all were some crazy dream. Suddenly, you jumped when you heard a tap on your window. Your eyes met Jeongin’s through the glass.
“Come on, Cutie, get out,” he said, “The podium’s waiting.”
You stepped out of the racecar, slamming the door behind you. Nothing felt real at all. The crowd cheering, confetti dancing around you, the stadium lights focused on you, and Yang Jeongin, the man you’ve been hating since you were even paired with him, was smiling at you. It was like he was proud of you. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, and you didn’t bother pushing him away.
“We did it,” he said, “We won.”
“Yeah…” you replied, “We won.”
x•x•x•x
Three glasses of celebratory drinks clanked against each other, the music was blasting, and the TVs in the bar were playing the highlight reels of the Grand Prix. The place was rather crowded, but the majority of the people in the bar were mostly focused on the amazing win that just happened an hour ago.
“And what did I say?” Changbin said, “You both could do it!”
“I can’t believe I won my first race,” you giggled as you pulled the large gold trophy closer to you, casually smirking at Jeongin.
“Well, it was also my first race, too.” Jeongin playfully rolled his eyes and pulled the trophy close to him before taking another sip of his victory beer.
“Oh, piss off,” you scoffed.
“Come on, Cutie, it’s true.”
He leaned close, and you could smell the alcohol on him, making your mind feel a little fuzzy. His arm was nearing your waist, but it wasn’t brave enough to touch yet. Your cheeks were flushed, and you were sure it was from your strong, bitter drink too.
“Okay, come on,” Changbin chuckled, “It was a team effort. You both won your first race! That’s huge!”
“Eh, I guess you’re right, Changbin,” you laughed.
“Well, tonight is a night of celebration. You and Jeongin should treat yourselves. And don’t worry about the drinks. They’re on me for tonight.”
“Wow, Changbin,” Jeongin’s eyes widened, “You really didn’t have to—”
“It’s my gift to you both. Go have fun, you two. I will be enjoying my drink with the other team chiefs here.”
Changbin grabbed his glass and walked away from the bar, leaving you and Jeongin alone. You drank more from your glass, and Jeongin drank more from his.
“So…I guess we’ll go back to hating each other, right?” you asked.
“You think we could even do that after this?” Jeongin replied.
“Well, yeah…You still tried to take the win, didn’t you?”
You looked into Jeongin’s eyes, noticing the way they sparkled under the orange lights in the bar. His eyes really were like a fox’s up close. His smile was small, but it was wide enough to show his pearly teeth. His cheeks were glowing slightly pink, and he leaned closer to you. Your shoulders began to feel more relaxed, the lights got slightly blurry, and the music only became more distant in the background. Jeongin was the only person in your line of focus.
“I slowed down at the last second, Cutie,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.
“What?” Your eyes widened, and you looked at him with confusion.
“When we were closing in on the finish line, I saw how ready you were to take that trophy. So, I decided to let you take it. Besides, I already beat Piastri’s record from the last race. I’m at his level now.”
You couldn’t believe it.
Yang Jeongin, your worst enemy. The man you swore to take down. He gave you your first victory.
“Jeongin, I…” you started, your words a little slurred and stuttered. “I don’t know what to say…”
“You’re welcome, Cutie,” he said, “Thought I’d be generous to you.”
You wanted to kiss him. You weren’t even sure if it was the damn alcohol or the fact that he looked so damn hot, admitting that he finally gave you a chance, but you really wanted to kiss him. Your eyes fluttered a little, your breath became light and shallow, and your nose lightly touched Jeongin’s. Meanwhile, Jeongin’s heart was pounding, his mind short-circuited, and his hands finally wrapped around your waist. No brain was between you both. You didn’t want to think too much about anything from now on, and neither did he. All you wanted was to touch him, and all he wanted was to touch you.
You weren’t so sure how you both ended up back in the hotel room, but you somehow found yourself colliding against the wall. The lights were very dim, giving an intimate atmosphere. Jeongin’s hands were gripping your waist, and your lips were crashing against each other. Deep breathless kisses like you both were putting all the tensions from however long you’ve known each other into them. His knee ended up right between your legs, coaxing a breathy moan out of you.
“Fuck!” you whined, as he rubbed his knee against you. Heat rushed down your body, and you suddenly feel wet and sticky, not just in your panties but in your racer pants. You were so fucking wet already, it’s embarrassing.
“What’s wrong, Cutie?” he whispered before sinking his teeth into your sensitive neck. You whined and dug your nails into his back. He rubbed his knee against your pussy more, so that you could feel it right up against your clothed clit. “You like that?”
You couldn’t speak. Your mind was so fuzzy from the alcohol and his touch that you were overheating. Your back arched against the wall, and you were sure that you were soaking the fabric of his pants too. Jeongin nibbled on your neck so that a purple splotch formed, and his hands reached down from your waist to your ass, firmly grabbing it, squishing the flesh through your pants.
“Fuck, you’re so hot like this, Cutie,” Jeongin groaned, letting his hot breath steam up your skin.
“Jeongin, please,” you begged.
“Please, what? What is it that you want, Cutie?”
He lifted you slightly up against the wall, his knee getting a slightly better angle of rubbing your clit, making you whine out loud. You were sweating so much in your racer suit that you were gonna die from the heat, and you could tell Jeongin was feeling the same way. But you knew that the man was so fucking stubborn. Unlike the victory at the Grand Prix, he wasn’t going to give you anything unless you begged.
“Fuck me, please,” you whined.
“Oh, really?” Jeongin feigned shock, “You want me to do that? Your sworn enemy?”
“Yes, Jeongin. Yes!”
Jeongin smirked before kissing you hard once more and finishing it off with a bite on your lower lip. You moaned against his lips, and he effortlessly carried you to the queen bed that was in the center of the room, very close to the large, uncovered windows that revealed the other dazzling buildings of the city. It was like that, the world was ready to watch their newest winners take their second reward of the night. Once you were pressed against the soft marshmallow sheets of the bed, Jeongin kissed you again, but this time he opened up your racer jacket, revealing your black sports bra underneath.
“No Leclerc?” he raised his eyebrow, amused.
“Didn’t wanna be a traitor on the track,” you casually rolled your eyes.
“Good. That means you’re loyal to me, right?”
You softly gasped when Jeongin reached down to grip your chin, carefully tilting it up so your already glassy eyes were looking straight up at his. He stared down at you with intent and a hint of possessiveness, just like his grip on your chin with his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but think about the one time in the gym when he had you exactly like that. He looked at you with so much want and need, and you were unbelievably horny. Even hornier than before.
“Yes,” you said plainly without any extra thought. It was like your one-track mind only led to Jeongin and Jeongin only.
“That’s right, Cutie,” Jeongin smirked, “You’re mine, and no other fucking racer is going to take you away from me.”
Jeongin kissed you again, but this time, you weren’t feeling his knee up against your pussy. It was his damn crotch. You moaned and clutched onto him tightly, feeling how fucking bricked he was in his pants. He was grinding his hips against yours, and you felt all the wet stickiness drip down to your thighs.
“Jeongin,” you whined, “Stop teasing me.”
“But teasing is so much fun…” he laughed breathlessly.
“It’s not fair…”
“Oh, Cutie. Life is unfair.”
“Jeongin!”
“Alright, fine. Fine. I got you.”
Jeongin kissed your neck as his lips traveled down your body. His face was right up against your tits, his nose fitting right in between them. You feel like you could scream with the way his teeth pulled down on the fabric of your sports bra, revealing your perky nipples to him. And in fact, you did scream with the way his lips latched onto one of your sensitive peaks and suctioned onto them so tightly. You moaned, and your hands found his dark hair, tugging on the strands tightly. He moaned against your skin, sucking and kissing your sensitive skin, and he gave the same amount of attention to your other breast. Meanwhile, his free hand found its way down your pants to the band of your sports underwear. His long fingers crept underneath the second layer of fabric and finally touched your soaking wet slit.
“Fuck!” you moaned again.
“Jesus, Y/N,” Jeongin groaned, after his tongue released your swollen nipple, a string of saliva connecting them. “You’re soaking.”
A whine escaped your throat when he stuck his one finger inside of your folds, swirling it around. Jeongin thrusted his finger, hitting your sweet spot so easily and deliciously. You moaned more, feeling your wetness soak everything.
“Jeongin,” you whimpered.
“You’re so fucking tight, Cutie,” he said, “Squeezing my one finger too…I wonder if you can take more like the champion you are.”
He begins to pull your pants and underwear down a bit more, revealing your glistening, wet skin to him. Jeongin held back a breath, otherwise he would completely explode on you. But he couldn’t let himself explode on you. He wanted to take his time, even if it drove you insane. He shoved a second finger inside you, forcing your back to arch.
“Jeongin!” you whined.
“Oh my god, Cutie. You’re sucking my fingers in.”
Jeongin continued to thrust his two fingers in and out of your desperate pussy, reveling in how tightly it clenches on them. You moaned and whined, feeling the knot in your stomach begin to form.
“Fuck, Jeongin! I’m gonna fucking cum!” you whined, not caring if anyone could hear you through the blue walls of the hotel room.
The knot in your tummy was getting tighter and tighter. Your mind was getting foggier with every time Jeongin’s fingers hit your sweet spot, coaxing squeaky moans out of you.
“Is that so?” he asked, smirking again with mischief brewing in his head. “You wanna cum, Cutie?”
“Yes!”
“Really badly? So soon? Without having my cock first?”
“Fuck, Jeongin! Let me cum!!”
He playfully rolled his eyes, and Jeongin thrusted his fingers harder into you, stretching your tight cunt out and hitting your sweet spot again and again until your eyes rolled back and spilled all over his hand and your half-way pulled down pants and underwear. You heaved out heavy breaths and whined when Jeongin pulled his fingers out of you, making a pop sound. You looked intently at him, watching the way your essence was dripping down his fingers and the way the hunger in his eyes only grew. He took his two fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking in every last drop he could get of you, reveling in the sweet taste on his tongue.
“My, my, Cutie…” he said. His voice was so dark and low like sin, and combined with his foxy glare, it only sent shivers down your spine. “You taste like Heaven. Can’t wait to feel you around me…”
Jeongin moved a little away from you, finally stripping off his clothes. He took off his racer jacket to reveal his hard and smooth abs, and he took off his pants to reveal his hard cock, ready to go. Your eyes widened at the sight. His body looked like it was personally crafted by the gods. Every chisel and dimple in his skin was made with intent, and his veins were protruding so much that you wanted to bite them. And oh God, his fucking cock was not what you could’ve imagined. And Jeongin wasn’t oblivious to the way you were looking at him. He could tell when your pupils were blown wide and if your mouth was watering.
“Like what you see, Cutie?” Jeongin asked.
You could only nod. His looks have completely left you speechless. Jeongin’s heart melted at how adorable you looked.
“God, you’re so cute,” he said before getting close to you again and completely pulling down your pants and underwear, disregarding them on the floor. One of his hands was placed right beside your head, and the other found its way on your waist. Your arms also found their way around him. “On the count of three. One…two…three.”
And just like that, Jeongin easily slipped his cock into your cunt. You gasped, and with Jeongin’s immediate thrust, you let out a loud moan. He thrusted in more, and by God, did he feel better than you could ever imagine. You clenched around him like you were made for him, as he continued to fuck you harder and faster.
“Jeongin!” you moaned, letting your blunt nails dig into his bare, muscled back, which only fueled his desire even more.
“How does it feel, Cutie?” he groaned, pounding his hard cock into you more and more, the tip colliding with your sweet spot.
“So…good.”
“That’s right, Baby…You’re fucking gripping me like crazy….like you were made for me.”
Jeongin’s grip on your hip tightened even more as he kept going at his rough and fast pace, and he reached down to play with your sensitive and swollen clit. You whined and felt the knot in your stomach form again. Your mind was so foggy that you didn’t ask to cum for the second time. You just squirted on him, and Jeongin only had three more thrusts left until he completely exploded and spilled all of himself inside you. Jeongin slowed his pace down, and he looked into your dazed eyes, flushed face, and frizzy hair. You looked completely drunk on lust, and he was not complaining.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Hmmm?” you couldn’t hear him at first, your mind still stuck in the clouds, but you noticed the way he caressed your cheek with so much tenderness; a complete contrast to his rough pounding. “It felt so good.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded, and Jeongin smiled softly before leaning in to kiss you. However, this kiss was more soft, unlike the rough making out from before. You kissed him back, still relishing the way he felt inside you. He felt so fucking good, and you would have never thought things could have turned out this way. Yang Jeongin. Your sworn enemy in the world of racing. The man who you tried so hard to beat in this competition you had with him. Who would’ve thought you’d let your sworn enemy fuck you so good?
You may have won the Grand Prix, gotten your name in lights, and taken the trophy home. But nothing could have been more rewarding than the warm embrace of your sworn enemy Yang Jeongin. The man who finally gave you a chance to win.
Fuck you, Yang Jeongin. Fuck you for feeling so damn good.
✿ Summary: Poor Jeongin doesn't realize that a one-night stand typically lasts only one night...
✿ Pairing: frat!Jeongin x f!reader
✿ Word count: 3k
✿ Tags/Warnings: fluff, lovesick innie, suggestive but no exclusive smut - MNDI!!!, frat!au
✿ Author’s note: I am working on the Felix fic that I mentioned in the poll, but I had this frat!Jeongin idea that I HAD to write before it left my mind! I hope that you all enjoy! (:
“That was really good,” the guy panting beside you whispered. His eyes were shut closed as he soaked in the bliss lingering in the air.
“Yeah, not too shabby,” you joked, lightly bumping him with your shoulder.
Between frail gasps for air and sweaty, sticky skin, you found yourself desperate for some familiarity. You currently found yourself in the bed of some random frat kid’s dorm; another night with no names. You liked it that way, though. It made leaving that much simpler.
Rolling out of the bed, you started to look for your clothes that had earlier been thrown into random corners of the room. Hearing the rustle of your jeans, your mystery man of the night began to open his eyes.
“You’re leaving so soon?” he asked, a slight pout adorning his lips.
“Oh, honey,” you cooed, “Is this your first time?”
He looked confused and almost embarrassed for a moment.
“First time? I am not a virgin if that is what you are asking,” he defended himself, brows furrowed.
“You’re cute,” you snickered. “I meant: is this your first time hooking up? You know — having a one-night stand?”
“Oh,” the boy was definitely embarrassed, but for a different reason now. A faint pink blush began to kiss the apples of his cheeks.
“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone,” you reassured him whilst grabbing your bra from the top of his dresser.
“Do you really have to go so soon, though?” he asked, voice quiet and small. Ironic seeing as his lack of confidence doesn’t reflect the manner in which he is actively ogling your chest.
“I have class in the morning. It is a Sunday night,” you pointed out as you seamlessly clasped your bra together. “Do you want me to stay and read you a bedtime story?”
He was easily affected by your teasing. You found it endearing. Most of the guys that you’ve hooked up with during your time in college were your stereotypical douches. It was sweet to see someone respond without post-nut clarity for a change. Receiving a blush rather than a scowl was precious.
“I mean, I haven’t even gotten your name,” he let out a tiny whine, slightly revealing his desperation.
“I like to keep it that way, pretty boy,” you winked after haphazardly throwing your shirt back on. You noticed the way that his shoulders drooped, but you didn’t think too much of it. Tomorrow would be a new day and he would forget you anyway.
Just as you were sliding your shoes on, you caught a glimpse of his face. You could tell that he wanted to say more, but was hesitating. At this rate, you predicted more requests for you to stay a bit longer, so you didn’t pry. You weren’t expecting to hear his voice, gravelly and nonchalant, calling toward you as your fingers wrapped around the cold, metal doorknob, ready to leave.
“I’m Jeongin by the way.”
Shit.
There goes your ‘no-name’ policy.
When classes rolled around Monday morning, you couldn’t stop thinking about the boy from the night before. More specifically, you kept replaying the way that his name rolled effortlessly off his tongue.
Jeongin.
Little did you know, this was only the beginning of the pestering that Jeongin would bring. New semester - new nuisance.
In Jeongin’s world, you were also on his mind nonstop. Your faint smile, beautiful hair, sweet moans - he was obsessed. Every inch of your body was stored in the back of his mind as you left him wanting more.
Your mysterious nature only left him thinking of you further. Maybe this infatuation was truly just a result of curiosity. Maybe it was the way that your body fit perfectly against his. Jeongin wasn’t sure, but that only made him that much more eager to see you again.
He didn’t even know your name. It was silly of him to keep mentally chasing someone that he can’t even name. This caveat is the only thing preventing him from reaching out again. He couldn’t simply ask his friends if they knew the pretty girl from last night’s party – God knows they would each have separate answers.
For now, Jeongin would have to be content with the flashing images of your eyes, lips, and tits playing on loop while he drowns out his professor’s rant about first-day expectations.
Somehow, you managed to survive your first two classes of the day. The familiar lectures on syllabi and basic college standards were enough to ground you as the semester kicked off. The only thing that consistently bugged you was the tiny voice in the back of your head.
“I’m Jeongin by the way.”
You hoped that your third and final class of the day would be less than boring to pry that name from your mind once and for all. The quicker you forgot his name, the easier it would be to move back to your regular routines.
You tell yourself that that’s what this is: you being upset at the disruption in your routine. There’s nothing about his sharp smile with polarizing dimples that has Jeongin on your mind.
Nope.
Nothing at all.
You can’t stop thinking of him because he wanted you — not the other way around.
Even though he was on your mind, the last thing that you wanted was to run into him again. However, it seems that the world has different plans for you. Your routine was broken once, might as well break it a second time.
As you were settling into the slightly uncomfortable seat in your last lecture for the day, the man of the hour walked in himself.
Jeongin strolled in moments before class was intended to start. There weren’t many seats left, but — of course — the seat right beside you was open.
The moment that his eyes locked onto yours, his brows shot up in the most cartoonish way. You could almost see him physically melting in front of you. Nondiscreetly, his smile started to grow on its own, only further highlighting the faint blush on his cheeks. His heart-eyes were insane.
You groaned as he made his way straight toward you.
Before he could even get comfortable, you were already looking for another seat. Craning your head backward, the only other seat available was in the main back of the room. Unfortunately, you care too much about staying focused in class. So, front of the room with Mr. Jeongin it is.
“Hey-”
“Dont,” you immediately cut him off before he could start conversing. Your straightforward tone secretly made him gush even further.
Thankfully, your professor waltzed in at the perfect time. With the start of his lecture, you were able to avert your gaze elsewhere.
After the repetitive, classic syllabus talk, the part of class that you dreaded most approached: introductions.
Being in college, introductions aren’t super important. Why do professors still insist on hosting them knowing they won’t remember your name the second you walk out the door?
Your professor asked the basics:
- Name
- Major
- Why are you taking this course?
At least you didn’t have to create some tacky fun-fact about yourself. That would have only further added to your humiliation.
Once your peers had spoken and it was time for you to introduce yourself, you took a deep breath in.
“Um-” you cleared your throat, feeling awkward with all eyes on you, “I am an English major. I am taking this class because it is required for my program,” you gave the same shitty answer as many of your peers.
“Name?” your professor grumbled.
“Excuse me?” you pretended not to hear him, but you had heard him loud and clear.
The professor slightly lifts his head from his notepad, looking at you through his glasses, “What is your name?”
“Oh, right. That,” you laughed, only making things worse for yourself. Being overwhelmed with the amount of focus that was currently pinned on you, you caved, “It’s Y/N.”
Jeongin gasped as you said your name. He wasn’t inconspicuous about it either. Sure, the people around you likely couldn’t hear him, but you sure did. The ever-so-smitten sigh that left his lips moments later was only the cherry on top of his dramatization.
Before he could swoon any further, Jeongin had to introduce himself.
“Hello, everyone,” Jeongin smiled, looking around the room. An embarrassing amount of girls in the class were visibly affected by his sweet smile. You snarled and rolled your eyes.
“I am Jeongin. I’m an education major and I am taking this class for the same reason as Ms. Y/N here,” Jeongin snickered as he nudged you with his elbow. He earned a few laughs from across the room, but you simply gave him a harsh glare.
How dare he say your name like that? He wasn’t even supposed to know you.
Funny enough, you weren’t too caught up on the name thing at this moment. You were more surprised by the fact that the flirty frat boy sitting beside you was an education major. Something about knowing his major left a warm feeling in your chest. It was sweet to think that this dweeb wanted to be a teacher. Not that you knew him much at all, but it surprised you nonetheless.
After the rest of the class slowly introduced themselves, the professor quickly dismissed class for the day.
“So,” Jeongin drew out, “Y/N? Pretty name for an even prettier girl.”
You felt his energy before he even opened his mouth. Slightly annoyed, you still couldn’t stop the butterflies fluttering in your chest at his cheap flirting.
“What brings you around here?” he tried to be smooth - he really did.
“I told you that I had class. Alright forget last night, pretty boy?” you teased. His ears immediately turned red.
“Oh, I will never forget last night,” he sighed, appearing to dream back to last night’s rendezvous right in front of you.
“Good, because you will never get a chance like that again,” you quipped, snapping him back to reality.
“What?” he whined, looking at you like a hurt puppy.
“One night? Ring a bell?” you shrugged while throwing your notebook back into your bag.
“I thought that you were just messing with me. You won’t let me relive heaven at least one more time? C’mon Y/N,” he wailed dramatically.
“No, I was being serious. You’re lucky that you even earned my name. That is the most that any guy has ever gotten from me.” With this information, Jeongin perked up further.
“I’m special. Y/N finds me special,” he was speaking aloud, but clearly his dialogue wasn’t directed at you.
“Keep that up and I will make sure that you never see me again,” you spat, pointing a finger right at his chest.
“Then who will keep me company in class? Y/N, don’t leave me alone!” he pleaded.
“Drop the name and I may consider letting you continue to sit next to me,” you bargained, cracking a slight smile at his antics.
“Yes, ma’am. I can do that,” he saluted you, earning another slight chuckle from yourself. He mentally patted himself on the back for that one.
“Ma’am,” you thought aloud, “I think I can handle that.” You threw your bag over your shoulder and started heading toward the door.
“See you around?” Jeongin asked, hopeful.
“Don’t be too eager, Jeongin,” you shooed him away.
“Yes, ma’am!” he replied once more, frantically waving as you left the classroom.
You didn’t even bother to give him another glance before you disappeared. Nonetheless, he sighed, “Ugh. She is so perfect.”
Your school always slightly overdid things when it came to the first week of each semester.
Well, it wasn’t necessarily the college itself - it was mainly the frat houses.
Each semester, the first week of classes was filled with too much partying for one person’s sanity. The excuse was something about the frat houses wanting to recruit more members, but you swore it was always the same faces attending the parties anyway.
Despite it only being Tuesday, you found yourself at the front steps of a frat house that you were all too familiar with. You knew that you were bound to run into Jeongin, but that wasn’t going to stop you from loosening up a little tonight. You were doing this for yourself — not for him.
You effortlessly blended into the sea of people already spilling out of the living room. To most, you were simply another girl to chase. Jeongin sensed that you were more, but he wasn’t here right now. It was just you and a crowd full of semi-familiar faces.
The night hadn’t even begun before you were four shots in. There was no reason for you to get totally fucked up in the middle of the week, but you promised that there was a reasonable excuse somewhere in the back of your mind for your actions.
After your fifth lackluster conversation of the night, you decided to walk away and catch some fresh air. Grabbing a drink on your way out, you headed toward the back yard of the house.
The second that the fresh air kissed your skin, you felt slightly more alive. With the click of the door, the restless sound of the party dulled and you were able to hear your own thoughts again. However, you were only allowed to take two breaths before ultimately being interrupted.
“God answered my prayer,” Jeongin sighed dramatically while not-so-casually leaning against the banister in front of you two.
“Looks like he did the opposite for me,” you scoffed, not really upset. Frankly, at this point in the night, you were hoping to run into him.
“Ouch, Y/N. Ouch,” Jeongin feigned hurt.
“What did I say about using my name, pretty boy?” you warned him, cocking an eyebrow his way.
“My apologies, your highness,” he snickered, the alcohol seeming to have more of an influence on his personality.
When you rolled your eyes at his drunken giggles, he didn’t back down for a second. Matter of fact, he somehow managed to step even closer to you.
“You know, you somehow look even more gorgeous under the moonlight,” Jeongin slurred, staring at you with pure adoration and intoxication.
“Oh, really? That’s funny, because you look just as annoying right now.” Your comeback was weak, but you still stifled a laugh at Jeongin’s reaction.
“What did I do to earn such harsh treatment, baby?” he whined.
“Baby? Now you’ve gone way off track,” you tsked, staring off into the night sky.
“I figured that I would at least try,” he blubbered, a smile present on his face.
“You should do less of that,” you casually spoke, shooting a glance his way.
“What?” Jeongin was slightly confused,
“Trying,” you replied, short and simple.
“Alright. Alright. You are breaking my heart, beautiful.” Jeongin wiped away a fake tear.
Regardless of how little your desire to speak to Jeongin initially was, you still found yourself slightly enjoying the conversation. You definitely wouldn’t let him know that, though.
“Do you ever stop?” You fully turned to look at him.
Under the moonlight, Jeongin’s red cheeks were illuminated, only highlighting his features further. You found yourself naturally leaning forward with each passing moment.
“Stop what?” Jeongin questioned you yet again.
“Talking,” you reiterated, as if it were common sense.
“I don't know. I haven’t figured out how to do that quite yet,” he taunted, playing into your teasing.
“Do you need help?” you pried.
“Help how?” Jeongin’s brows furrowed together in confusion.
Before he could ponder any further, you smashed your lips against his.
It was the alcohol. At least that is what you told yourself. That was easier than thinking about what this might actually be.
Jeongin gasped, but it was quickly swallowed by your own lips as you continued to melt into his essence. Immediately, he followed your actions, kissing back with just as much — if not more — effort.
Jeongin’s restless hands found themselves resting upon your hips as he struggled to ground himself. In his mind, he was absolutely losing it. Though he had only known you for a total of three days now, you were constantly running through his mind. Your sarcastic nature would have never led him to believe that you’d be initiating anything further with him.
Truthfully, you didn’t plan this initially. Maybe subconsciously, but you were convinced that you didn’t want to see Jeongin again after class yesterday. Now, you were starting to realize that you may have been lying to yourself this whole time.
Is this the alcohol? Is this his annoying charm working on you?
That was something for sober Y/N to worry about.
You aren’t even sure how you went from making out with Jeongin under the stars to being back in his bed once more.
Sunday night replayed in your head as Jeongin pulled out and fell beside you in a whirlwind of panting.
This time, when his warm skin brushed against yours, you didn’t instantly run. Instead, you leaned closer toward him.
Resting your head on his shoulder, you allowed yourself to soak in the ecstasy lingering in the air.
“You will never fail to amaze me,” Jeongin mumbled against your hair, falling deeper into the comfort of your touch.
“Yeah, you weren’t too shabby,” you giggled, mimicking your words from the other night.
“Not too shabby?” he challenged, “Should we go again? I think that I can do better than shabby.”
You chuckled, leaning over to fully face him.
“Am I ever going to get rid of you?” you questioned.
“Me? Not a chance,” he smirked before leaning in to bring you into another kiss.
As Jeongin flipped you on top of him, you truly lost the line between drunken wishes and true desire. Looking down at the desperate man whimpering beneath you, you weren’t sure that you could be too frustrated with him anymore.
Whatever was blossoming between the two of you, you could face in the morning…inevitably in his bed with a raging hangover. For now, you were in for the ride, simply enjoying yourself with quite possibly the most hopeless boy on campus.
a/n : have yall seen the clip of stays spraying him w water and he keeps motioning for more???? im so obsessed w gov ball hyunjin oh my god im so sorry this is so short i just needed to get this thought out
“is that seriously all you got baby?” his tone was condescending, his fingers never slowed inside you even as your moans turned to cry’s of overstimulation.
you couldn’t even form words, mouth just stuck open as broken sobs left your lips, your releasing spraying out once again for the third time that night. hyunjins forearms were soaked, a puddle was forming on the bed beneath you from all your previous orgasms that night.
he smirked down at you, “come on babe, you can give me more can’t you?” he cocked an eyebrow and you felt every bone in your body yearning to please him.
you nodded furiously even though your body was twitching in overstimulation, you were determined to squirt one more time for him. anything he wanted.
his fingers were curled just right, never letting that little gummy spot inside of you rest from his constant assault. every time he thrusted his fingers inside your soppy cunt, the heel of his palm caught on your clit pushing you just that much quicker to your next orgasm. you were so sensitive you were sure if he just touched your thigh you’d be cumming again.
“f-fuck-ah! hyunjin! gonna c-cum, please!” you could barely get your words out through your cries of pleasure.
his eyes raked you up and down, taking in your full wrecked appearance, “such a good girl, gonna make a mess? gonna squirt all over me?”
you nodded, unable to get any words out, and instead just gripped the sheets to try and prepare yourself for your orgasm. it came on quick, spraying out and even going as far as the get his abs wet. hyunjin didn’t care about the mess, he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, his ego sky rocketing with every time you came. your thighs closed in, clenching together and shaking but he was quick to bring a swift hand down and keep them separated.
hyunjin clicked his tongue, as if you closing your legs and taking away his view was the worst thing in the world. the last of your arousal came out in short bursts and your whole body was twitching, he decided to be kind and finally let you rest. when he pulled his fingers out, they were dripping, absolutely coated in your essence. like the teasing little shit he is, hyunjin brought them to his lips and made direct eye contact with you while he sucked them clean.
synopsis: felix is getting ready to get out there and perform another concert, but he's feeling extra stressed. luckily, you got a solution.
cw: MDNI, mentions of sexting, public sex (no one sees them really), oral (m!receiving), degradation (felix calls reader a "cockslut"), cum swallowing
let me know if i’m missing anything!!
wc: 1832
other parts: in the dressing room | in the backstage
a/n: they are so messy and cute i can't. also, i miss dominATE tour so badly GAH TAKE ME BAAAACCCKKKK!! anyways, if you enjoyed this fic, don't forget to leave a like, comment, and reblog. support is always appreciated <3
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The crowd was hollering, and sweat was dripping down Felix’s neck. He didn’t understand why, but his stomach was swirling, his head was spinning, and his heart was beating out of his chest. His hands were twitching, and he wanted to just hold onto something and take all his stresses out on it. Fuck, you’ve done this show before a million times. Why are you even nervous?
He straightened his well-tailored red jacket with black sequence trimming, giving it this lovely accent. Felix inhaled and exhaled harshly, and kept on wiping the sweat off his hands. Felix, you can do this. There’s nothing to be worried about. You’ve done this all before—
“Lixie! I got you your water!”
Felix turned his head to see what he believed to be a goddess walking among weak humans: you in your black mini skirt, a DominATE tour tank top that you modified into a tube top, and black leather platform boots. Your hair was up in a half pony, and your makeup was absolutely stunning and matched the rest of the outfit. You were waving at Felix, carrying about two chilled water bottles. Meanwhile, his heart pounded more, and he couldn’t help but shamelessly look at you. Even if you weren’t doing your job as a model at that moment, you never failed to look so heavenly.
“Thanks, Baby,” he smiled, taking the water bottle from your hands. He opened the bottle and let the cool water flow down his throat, soothing the tightness in his throat. “Fuck, that’s good.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing, Hon,” you assured, “You just look like you haven’t had water in days.”
“Well, it feels like it. Ugh, Baby, I’m nervous.”
“Nervous? Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s me worrying that I’ll mess up the show somehow again.”
He huffed out a breath, and you grabbed his hands gently, pulling him close.
“Hey, you’re not gonna screw up,” you said, “You’re going to kill it out there.”
“You mean it?” he asked, almost melting into your touch.
“Of course.”
You pulled him in for what was intended to be a brief yet sweet kiss, but Felix immediately wanted more. He gripped you tightly as he kissed you back, with more passion and vigor. Like he needed to drown in you. All the air was sucked out of your lungs, and both your face and his were flushed. You both broke out of the kiss for some air, but Felix still brushed his plump heart-shaped lips against yours.
“Angel….” he said in his deep, husky voice. The kind of voice that would send shivers down your spine and make you throb with need.
“Yes, Lix?” you asked. A whine then left your lips after his lips began to attack your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin. “Lixie!—”
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I’m just fuckin stressed and now I’m fuckin hard.”
He rolled his hips against yours, and you hitched a breath, feeling the hard bulge in his black jeans.
“Felix, I—”
“I know I shouldn’t, but how can I when you’re looking so fucking cute….” Felix heaved a heavy breath, as his eyes traveled down to your thighs: your perfect, plush thighs. Oh how he just wanted to shove his head in between them, completely forgetting about the concert he had to perform. Nothing better than inhaling your sweet cunt. “Tell me if you don’t want to do this now. I’ll be good and get on the stage.”
You rarely see Felix like this before. Sure, you have seen him stressed. You have seen him horny. But you haven’t seen him be stressed and horny at the same time. The way his face was already flushed with red, sweat dripping down his skin, his blonde hair getting frizzed up, and his goddamn voice!! Even you felt something twitch. Your heart was racing, your breath was getting heavier, and the butterflies in your stomach were fluttering.
“How long do you have?” you asked.
“Five minutes….” Felix said.
And like that, you grabbed Felix’s hand and led him to whatever room in the backstage seemed private enough. You were right up against Felix’s body once more, both of your chests heaving. Without wanting to waste a second, Felix immediately kissed your lips passionately. He was a little sloppy, but you loved sloppy.
It was like the one time you and him made out in a secluded room at one of the Paris Fashion Week shows you both attended. He was drunk, you were drunk, and you couldn’t stop sexting each other because of the distance you had to keep publicly. Thankfully, you and Felix always found a way to get off if you weren’t alone at home.
You kissed him right back and winced when his hands firmly grabbed your ass right up under your mini skirt, his blunt nails digging into your soft skin.
“God, Baby, what are we going to do in five minutes?” Felix moaned against your lips, letting a string of saliva connect you both. “I’d rather spend the whole day like this….”
“I have an idea…”
You kissed him again, then your lips traveled down from his lips to his Adam’s apple, coaxing a deep groan out of him.
“Fuck…” Felix moaned, his voice vibrating in your bones.
You kept going. You then kissed his collarbone, and you lowered yourself to your knees, looking up at him with the biggest doe eyes while you grabbed the bulge in his tight pants.
“Stop teasing me, Baby,” he whined, his hips already stuttering a little.
“Trust me, Pumpkin, I got you,” you assured before undoing his belt and zipper, pulling his pants and boxers down to release his hard, aching cock. You licked your lips and felt a rush of heat down your body. “God, you look tasty…”
Without wasting another second, you wrapped your lips around him. Felix’s hand immediately found your hair, pulling on it, as he groaned and leaned back against the door.
“Fuck!” he moaned and followed with a hiss. His mind was already clouded from the way your wet tongue would just wrap around his length, stimulating his sensitive nerves and the fact that your mouth was so damn warm. “Oh God, Angel!”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, already drunk on his taste and the way he would thrust into your mouth. You could even feel Felix hitting the back of your throat, but you’ve gained enough practice with him to not let it bother you. Felix moaned more and more, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his heart racing, and his legs feeling weak.
“Fuck, Baby, you take me so well…” he groaned, “Such a good cockslut are you? Put this in a magazine…”
You sucked Felix off harder and harder, your manicured nails grazing the plush skin of his thighs, which you knew was also a major turn on for him. Your beautiful mascara colored tears were running down your rounded, rosy cheeks, and you could feel your panties getting so damn hot, wet, and sticky. Felix couldn’t take his eyes off you. You looked so fucking beautiful with your mouth stuffed that he wanted to cum. This was definitely better than the nights he was alone in his hotel room, and he humped the mattress while staring at your magazines, your pictures all flawless and sexy.
“Fuck, Pumpkin, I’m gonna cum!” he moaned, “Please please let me cum!”
Felix thrusted his hips more, and his grip on your hair tightened, making you wince but you were so turned on to care about the pain. He moaned one last time before finally spilling himself down your throat, and you made sure to swallow every drop. He finally pulled out of your mouth, creating a long string of saliva between your tongue and his tip. You were panting heavily but still put on a smile.
“God, you’re unbelievable,” Felix breathed. He then reached down to gently caress your tear-stained cheek, to which you melted under. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “How much longer do you have now?”
Felix was going to answer, but suddenly, the door handle behind him moved, making the both of you jump. Chan walked in. His eyes widened, almost not believing the sight before him. Your mouth was all wet and cum-stained, and Felix was still trying to catch his breath with his dick out.
“Chan—” Felix started.
“Jesus Christ, Felix, we’re all waiting for you, and you’re just—” Chan sucked in a breath and pinched the bridge between his eyes, stopping himself before saying something he’d regret. “Be ready like right now. The show is in two.”
Chan closed the door, and pink dusted yours and Felix’s faces.
“God, that was embarrassing,” you put your red face in your hands, shaking your head. Meanwhile, Felix couldn’t help but chuckle before gently taking your hand, helping you off the floor.
“At least it was Chan who caught us,” he said.
“True. We would’ve been screwed if it was anyone else.”
Felix then wiped himself off with a tissue that was conveniently in his pocket, and he made sure to wipe your lips too. The two of you then left this small room and bashfully met up with the other members of Stray Kids, all of them ready to take the stage.
“There he is!!” Changbin cheered, “Yongbokie’s finally here!!”
“What took you so long, man?” Jeongin asked.
“Oh uhhh….” Felix’s face turned red, a little unable to meet their eyes. “Bathroom…”
Almost everyone nodded, taking Felix’s word, but of course, Minho could tell by the way your face is still a little rosy and a little mascara stained, your hair a little frizzy, and the way Felix already looked hot and sweaty.
“Yeah sure…” Minho smirked, “The ‘bathroom.’”
“I’m telling the truth!” Felix pouted.
“It’s okay, Yongbok,” Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows, “We believe you.”
“Oh my god.”
“Disgusting,” Seungmin playfully rolled his eyes.
The other members chuckled, immediately understanding what really happened. You couldn’t help but laugh either. It was cute how they teased him at times.
“Alright, guys,” Chan sighed, “Let’s get on the stage. STAY is waiting for us.”
“Sir, yes sir!!” Han saluted proudly.
Everyone started heading to the stage, ready to perform in front of thousands of excited fans. But before he could join them, Felix quickly pulled you in close and gently kissed your lips, making the heat rise under your skin once more.
“I love you, Baby,” he said.
“I love you, too,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose against his for a small second. Oh how Felix’s heart melted instantly.
“I better see you in the crowd, yeah?”
“Of course.”
He kissed you once more, and you saw him run off with his other members. Felix looked less stressed this time unlike six minutes earlier. And you were proud of yourself for easing his mind.
synopsis: minho has a girlfriend who’s too needy for her own good, but he loves that about her.
cw: MDNI, petnames (kitten, good girl), unprotected sex (don’t), p.i.v, dumbification, degradation (he calls her a slut like once), multiple rounds, a hint of breeding kink, this fic be a bit filthy guys idk lol
let me know if i’m missing anything
wc: 2209
a/n: i was writing my jeongin fic but being awake at 1am does wonders🫠 i literally wrote this on my phone, so if you see any grammar mistakes….uhhh no you didn’t hahahahaha. ngl this fic made me crave pudding too😝 anyways, if you liked this fic, like, comment, reblog, maybe gimme a follow if you’re feeling ✨frisky✨ your support is always appreciated😭🥹💕
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If there was one word Minho could describe you with, it would be needy. Not needy in the bad sense, where you are obscenely obsessed with him to the point that it’s uncomfortable, but needy in the sense that you’re just very affectionate towards him. You always looked at him with such wide eyes, always called him “Min-min” or “Puddin,” and whenever the opportunity arose, you would curl up next to his side like a cat before peppering his face with kisses because he probably had a rough day.
It was adorable.
Minho truly adored you. He honestly still couldn’t believe that he managed to find such a cute, affectionate woman. And it was just out on a whim, while feeding the many stray cats at the park. You were there just meowing at them and giving them little treats. It must’ve been love at first sight because God, was he entranced by you.
Even during the first weeks of dating, Minho remembered you being so cautious. You twiddled your thumbs, you were less inclined to talk about yourself, and you kept some kind of distance whenever he would sit next to you. Thankfully, Minho was willing to help you break out of that shyness. Not many men nowadays would’ve been able to stand your clinginess. Either they’d push you away to the point where you’re starved of love, or they would take advantage of you for the sake of boosting their weak egos.
Minho wasn’t like those men at all. Because he loved to cater to your needs. He’d cook all the meals you were craving. He’d speak to you on the phone for hours if you ever uttered the words “I miss you.” He’d spoil you so much with gifts that you were just eyeing at the store. And he always kept his lap open for you to sit on, rest on, whatever you needed. He always made sure that your cuddles with him were guaranteed.
Not only was Minho cuddling you whenever you wanted, but he’d cater to your sexual needs too. You were always a bit needy for sex, which was too cute to resist. How could he say no to your pretty, blushing face with your wide, puppy eyes? Nothing more euphoric than the feeling of being pinned down in Minho’s mattress and getting fucked from behind. He would keep his hands on your waist, his lips against your ear to give you soft praises, and his dick would hit your sweet spot so deliciously that it didn’t take that much to make you cum. You were always a little too easy for him, but how could you not be?
Ever since Minho opened himself up more to you and your affections, you couldn’t help but cling to his side more. Whenever he arrived home, you were glued to his side for the rest of the evening. You couldn’t even help yourself from kissing him or wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. You just loved him so much that you needed to show it. You always needed to reciprocate his constant doting on you, even though Minho would say that you didn’t need to do so much for him because your love alone is enough.
Although that didn’t stop you from gifting him a large packet of seasonal pudding. Minho was so busy at dance practice that he told you he’s arriving a bit late. So you naturally thought to surprise him with something he’s been wanting to try for a while but never got to. Besides, maybe he would give your needy self a special kind of reward, since you’ve been a good girl about not obsessively checking up on him while he’s busy.
It was 12:30 A.M. on a random Tuesday, and Minho finally arrived home from work. At that hour, you would’ve been in bed, hugging your Leebit plushie tight. However, you were still in the kitchenette, wearing a white floral silk pajama set that was just a tiny crop top and shorts. You figured he’d at least appreciate a good view when he arrived home. Plus, you were so needy that you wanted him to fuck you into oblivion.
“Welcome home, Puddin!” You giggled.
Minho couldn’t even properly process what he was seeing. He had to blink twice to make sure he wasn’t in a dance-induced coma. God, you weren’t even trying to look like the ultimate sex bomb, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the way that small crop top just made your tits look extra cute. They sat in the fabric so nicely, and even your nipples were poking through the fabric. And your shorts were so small they might have been just underwear. Were you even wearing anything underneath it? Minho felt all the blood and heat rush down to his cock, and his sweatpants got tighter.
And of course, you had to jump into his arms and shower him with kisses, which only made his heart flutter and cock harder.
“Kitten, you should be asleep,” Minho said, his voice a little deeper and tired than usual.
“I know, but I saw something that I think you’d like,” you said, “And I wanted to show it to you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mmhmm,” you nodded.
“Okay then, you can show me.”
You went back to the little kitchenette and pulled out the pudding box from the fridge. Minho’s eyes widened even more. You placed it on the counter for him to take a closer look. The box was a bit wide, and it had a lot of little containers of soft pudding, all of which had different flavors and toppings like fruits. Is this what it feels like to be so appreciated and adored?
“Is that….the pudding I wanted?”
“Yep!” You giggled, “I thought I’d give them to you since you barely had enough time to actually go to the store and buy them.”
“God, you’re unbelievable,” Minho said, his voice a little raspy.
Without much hesitation, Minho pulled you close to give you a hungry kiss. Electricity bolted through your body, and you immediately melted into his touch. You kissed him back, followed by a cute whine. Minho’s grip on your waist tightened, and you could feel your little pajama shorts get stickier the more he rubbed his hardness against your clothed, fluttering clit.
“Min-min,” you whined.
You sounded so needy, and you were. You clutched onto his body, and you rolled your hips against him for some friction. Minho let out a deep groan that went straight into your core, and he didn’t waste time picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. You were pinned to the mattress, and Minho was kissing and nibbling your neck and collarbone. You whined and arched your back, and your pussy was clenching over nothing. God, you were beyond soaked; you just needed him right now.
“Minho,” you whined.
“I know, Kitten,” Minho said, taking a look at your already fucked out face. You haven’t even been touched properly, yet you still look wrecked. The sight only made his stomach stir even more. “Fuck, you’re probably already soaked, are you?”
He pulled down your silk shorts, revealing your soaked and clenching pussy to him. Minho sucked in a breath at the sight, and a smirk grew on his face.
“You’re so wet already,” Minho said, “And I barely touched you. Aren’t you a needy one?”
“Yes, Puddin,” you whined, “Pleasepleasepleaseplease? I need you so badly.”
This was how it always went. You were squirming in the mattress, almost completely bare and obscenely wet, and Minho just couldn’t hold himself back. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his large, hard cock. You were already getting dizzy from the sight of it, and your needy pussy ached even more.
“God, you’re so cute,” Minho chuckled, as he positioned himself against you. You whined at just the slightest little contact between his tip and your folds. Your eagerness never failed to surprise him. “Alright, Kitten, hold tight.”
And within one single thrust, Minho’s cock was fully deep inside you. You moaned loudly, and your cunt immediately clenched onto him tightly. Minho groaned deeply.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Kitten.” he tightened his grip on your waist even more, and you were already up in the clouds from already feeling so goddamn full. Just the way you liked it.
Minho then began to move his hips, and all you could respond with was just moans and whines and whimpers. Your eyes were already so glassy with pleasure, and you were getting even more soaked that it was killing Minho. He increased his pace, hitting your sweet spot every time, and you were only lying back, taking everything he was giving you. You probably couldn’t have had a coherent thought because of how good you felt.
“Already gone dumb, Kitten?” Minho asked, his breath all ragged. He could even feel his cock get harder by just watching your tits bounce in your tiny top with every thrust of his hips. “You’re such a good girl. Sucking me in, taking everything I’m giving you. You feel so good, God, I don’t wanna leave you.”
You moaned and whined more, and the whole bedroom was full of the sounds of skin slapping against each other. Minho moaned, feeling his dick swell more inside your slippery and tight walls. He felt like he had gotten deeper in your pussy than the last couple of times he’d fucked you. He still hit your sweet spot that you felt the tight coil in your gut, as you gripped onto his shoulders so tightly.
Minho felt it too because he was on the edge of completely losing it. He reached down to touch and play with your throbbing clit, which sent even more jolts down your spine.
“Min-min!” You whined, “Puddin, I’m gonna cum!”
“Then cum, Kitten,” Minho said, “Cum like a good girl.”
You held onto him and moaned loudly as you came all over his cock, and Minho thrusted his hips once more before hot spurts of white filled you up. You whined and held onto him tightly, refusing to let him go. Minho knew you’d do that, so he’d just keep pumping more of his load into you. This time, he slowed his pace a little, because it always made you flutter and your cock drunk brain happy.
“Of course, you do. You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”
Minho thrusted his cock again, immediately making you whine when his tip collided with your sweet spot.
“Yes!” You cried out.
“That’s right, you are,” Minho dryly laughed before increasing his pace just a little. “So needy that you need to be full for hours. My cute little slut who needs to be bred.”
If there was anywhere beyond cloud nine, you were there. You whined and moaned again, as your greedy pussy kept taking and taking. Minho deeply groaned, as he fucked his cock into you more that you gushed all over him again within the next three seconds. It didn’t even take him that long to cum again, filling you up even more.
Once he came the second time, Minho collapsed onto you. The exhaustion hit him rather quickly than expected. You were slowly coming back down from your high, although you still felt that buzz of pleasure.
“Puddin?” You asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” he said, “Are you?”
You nodded, and all the pink returned to your face. God, even after getting fucked into oblivion, you still looked so cute. Minho caressed your warm cheek and kissed your lips.
“Are you satisfied, my needy Kitten?” He asked.
“Mmhmm,” you said, nodding your head.
“Good.”
Minho kissed your forehead, and you blushed even more. He carefully pulled out of you, cleaned you and himself up, and now you were cuddling his side. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, and your head was nuzzling against his chest. Minho didn’t do anything other than just run his hand down your hair, feeling your soft strands.
“You really are like a cat,” Minho said, softly smiling at you.
“And you are like a cup of pudding,” you giggled, before softly biting Minho’s chest.
Minho sucked in a small breath, and his stomach did a backflip when you kissed the spot you had gently bitten.
“You’re trouble,” he said.
“I can’t help it,” you pouted. “My Puddin’s so tasty!”
You kissed his neck, and Minho squirmed even more before he ended up pinning you back into the mattress. Your cute blush and giggles didn’t vanish. In fact, your blush deepened, and you didn’t resist Minho’s hold on you at all. You were right where you wanted to be.
“Still needy?” Minho asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“A little…”
Minho let out a breathless laugh, which made your heart skip a beat.
“Of course you are,” he said, as he slotted his knee in between your legs, making you even more starry-eyed and mouth agape. “But don’t worry, Kitten. I’ll give you what you need.”
Summary: Dating an idol wasn’t for the weak… especially when he’s on tour, and you can only talk to him through the phone while he’s hours away from you. His deep voice only makes your aching need to fuck him even worse.
Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, Felix’s sexy voice, mentions of sex, mentions of cum play.
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He was on tour.
This stupid, stupid tour.
Of course, Y/N didn’t hate that he loved his job as an idol. She loved seeing how happy he made his fans and how much he enjoyed it. But the nights were so lonely without him.
Aside from the fact that they couldn’t be public about their relationship, it also stole their sex life. When he left for the first stop of his world tour with the band, she thought it would be bearable. But damn, it wasn’t.
She buried her face in his pillow, inhaling his scent. She was already freezing in bed without his warmth. She fell asleep to interviews and kept up with the concerts on social media since he could barely text her.
She rubbed lotion into her skin and secured the last curl roller in her hair before slipping into bed. With a sad glance to the side, she pulled the blanket over herself. Damn, she was just unbelievably horny.
She grabbed her phone, hoping for a distraction—anything to stop her from nearly booking a flight just for a round of sex. Before she could think about it any further, a message popped up.
Felix: Hey baby
Y/N: Hi Lixie
She bit her lip. They had been together for almost two years, yet she still reacted so excitedly to him.
Felix: I miss you. Can you talk?
She was just about to reply when her phone started ringing. She picked up.
A short chuckle. That deep voice. Oh, how she had missed it.
“Sorry, I couldn’t wait, baby.”
“I was going to say yes anyway,” she replied.
A brief silence. She sat up properly.
“Hey,”
she laughed.
“Hi, Felix.”
“How are you?”
His voice was a sin. Deep, rough, vibrating—it wrapped around her like a warm, dark wave, making her skin tingle and her pulse race. And that Accent… She absentmindedly ran her hand over her breasts, clad in a thin babydoll nightgown.
“I miss you,” she whispered.
“I miss you too… I have a day off today. I wish you were here.”
“I wish I could be with you too.”
“Hmm, the bed is so cold. I always forget what it’s like to sleep alone.”
Her fingers brushed over her nipple.
“I think it’s cold too… I spray your perfume on the pillow… but it doesn’t replace you,” she said, glancing at his side of the bed.
Suddenly, she thought about the moments when her face was pressed into his pillow while he fucked her from behind. How he grabbed her, how good it felt when he got possessive over her. How he always took her in that position when he was jealous…
”…And then Hyunjin—”
“Sorry, sunshine, I wasn’t listening. Where does Hyunjin come into this? What happened before?”
He chuckled again.
“Are you distracted?” he asked.
Haha. She smiled slightly, her hand drifting further down.
“A little… just wistful… because you’re still gone. I just miss you, sorry… keep talking, love. I’m listening.”
“Oh, baby,” he murmured sadly.
She ran her fingers over the expensive lace of her thong—she was already wet. Damn, she hadn’t even seen his face; just his voice had been enough.
“Keep talking… please,” she whispered.
“Oh, right… okay,” he cleared his throat, and she heard the rustling of his blanket. He was probably in bed too.
She dragged her finger slowly up and down over the fabric… then let it trail lower, brushing against her clit, feeling it swell under her touch.
“Bang Chan said—”
She pushed her thong to the side.
“Fuck, are you fingering yourself?”
She froze.
“What?”
Silence.
She pulled her finger back.
“Are you fingering yourself?” he asked again.
She blushed. His voice was getting rougher.
“What makes you think that?” she asked hastily.
“I’ve known you too long. I know how your breathing sounds when you’re horny, baby… is my voice that sexy?” he teased, laughing lightly.
“I’m so—”
“Keep going,” he interrupted.
“No need to apologize, I left you alone after all. You and your needy pussy… almost forgot that you need a cock in you every night to sleep peacefully.”
She whimpered softly, letting her fingers slide back down.
“What are you wearing? One of your cute nightgowns?”
“The pink see-through one with the lace.”
“Fuck… send me a picture, please.”
She heard his blanket rustle again.
She took a picture of her breasts, fully visible through the thin fabric, and sent it to him. The moment it delivered, she heard the sound again—she knew he was pulling his boxers down.
“You look so sexy… you know I love pink on you.”
“Yeah,” she moaned softly as she started circling her clit again.
“Wish I could fuck you in it right now.” Her Back pressed against the Headboard. “Wish I could see the way your tits bounce whenever I fuck you… shit, I miss you so much,” he moaned, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. She was so horny it overwhelmed her.
“Did you put a finger inside yet?”
“No, Lixie,” she breathed.
His breathing grew heavier. “Do it.”
She did as he said, and she was so wet that her finger slid in effortlessly. But it wasn’t the same—she wanted his fingers… she needed them. How he never took off his rings because she loved the way they felt when they reached places his soft fingers alone couldn’t.
“Do you miss my fingers, sweetheart?”
This man knew her inside and out.
“Yes, so, so much, Lixie.”
“I miss your hand around my dick. Your mouth… your pussy… feeling how warm and tight you are.”
“Mhm,” she moaned softly, pumping her finger in and out.
“Do you know why I fuck you every night? I love your pussy so much, baby… fuck, I wish I could feel how I stretch you out.”
She inserted a second finger, thrusting her hips against her hand, imagining it was Felix pounding into her.
“Not even two fingers come close,” she moaned, lost in pleasure.
“Poor thing… already used to bigger? My cock?”
“Yes… oh, Felix,” she whimpered.
“I wish I could eat your pussy… god, I want to taste you again… want your thighs around my head… want you to sit on my face and ride it… it’s the first thing we’re gonna do when I see you again.”
She moaned even louder. Felix tightened his grip around his cock, his breathing growing heavier. Then came that deep, fucking sexy moan of his… it sent a shiver down her spine. She could barely form words.
Her fingers pumped in and out faster, rubbing her clit as her moans and whimpers grew louder. Felix’s sentences became more broken, his voice trembling as he held back his orgasm.
She leaned her head to the side and inhaled his lingering scent on the pillow.
“The pillow smells like you,” she breathed out.
“Are you smelling the pillow?”
“Mhm.”
“Then think about me. Think about how I’m going to fuck you as soon as I see you again. I know exactly what you like—I still have the image in my head of you riding me the night before I had to lea—” He cut himself off, a loud whimper escaping his lips. He was still holding back.
She nearly saw white as the familiar knot in her stomach tightened. Beads of sweat formed along her thighs.
“I’ve been inside you so many times, and your little pussy still can’t handle me… fuck, fuck, fuck.”
They were probably both thinking about that night now. Her nails—always perfectly done, since he insisted on paying for them—digging into his toned body. His hips relentlessly pounding into her. The high-pitched moan she only made when she was on the edge. Her tits covered in hickeys, nipples swollen and red from his constant sucking.
Felix tucked his phone between his shoulder and ear and cupped his balls.
“Felix, I—” she moaned again.
“Good girl, you’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
Her breathy, high-pitched moan was crystal clear when she clenched around her fingers, still pumping in and out. Her legs trembled, her vision turned hazy. She scissored her fingers, stretching herself slightly.
Felix smirked. There was no sweeter sound than her pleasure.
“Let me hear your pussy,” he murmured.
Shakily, she held the phone closer and slid her fingers in and out weakly. The wet noises sent him over the edge instantly.
She was always so wet for him. He couldn’t wait to have his cock buried deep inside her again.
Smiling, she listened to his ragged breathing as he came. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out.
A strange sound came from her phone. She glanced at the screen, confused.
Oh.
Video call.
She accepted.
“Lick your fingers clean,” he murmured.
Her fingers glistened in the dim light as she brought them to her lips, closing them around her digits, sucking softly, her tongue swirling around them. She did it so sloppily he was already starting to get hard again.
He thought about how, normally, her pussy would be full of his cum right now. How it always dripped out of her. How, whenever she had the energy, she’d put on a little show—pressing it out so he could finger it back in.
She pulled her fingers from her mouth, eyes lazily drifting to his face. His freshly dyed black hair was messy, strands sticking to his forehead. His collarbones glistened with sweat.
God, he was beautiful.
“Hey,” he said, smiling.
“Hi,” she replied, mirroring his expression.
“So, what I wanted to tell you—Chan told Hyunjin to tell me that our manager found you a flight in a few hours. You’re coming to visit me.”
✿ Author’s note: I’ve never written full-blown smut like this before…I AM NERVOUS LOLLL! Idk how to feel about it, but that’s okay! Shoutout govball for finally breaking my writer’s block spell!
Water trickled down your throat as you were desperately trying to quench your thirst. The heat radiating from the festival crowd was unbelievable. Though, enduring the heat would be totally worth it in the end.
Felix had no clue that you were coming tonight. New York was several hours away from the place you call home. He didn’t expect you to hop on a flight for a show that wasn’t explicitly Stray Kids related. However, months without seeing your boyfriend can make a girl willing to do anything.
Initially you told Felix that you were busy during the week of the festival — this wasn’t a lie. Yet, as time passed, you found yourself missing Felix more and more. With a lot of persuasion and budgeting miracles, you were able to push your family trip one week later so you could swing GovBall. Without saying a word to Lix, you rearranged your plans and booked the flight to New York a month in advance.
The last month of your life was tortuous: you hated keeping secrets from Felix. Each time that he would whine on the phone about how much he wished you could make it to the festival, you secretly thanked God that you weren’t on FaceTime. There was no hiding the giant smirk that appeared on your face each time you thought about your big surprise.
Now that the festival is here, your emotions are all over the place. Between the high energy from the earlier performers and the excitement of reuniting with your boyfriend, you were a trembling mess. Thankfully, you arrived early enough to lean on the barricade for support.
Semi-lost in your daydreaming state, you weren’t aware of the shift in energy until the crowd started howling. Lifting your head toward the stage, you saw the space being filled with backup dancers. The boys were entering from the side opposite of where you were standing. Slowly, one by one, all seven of the boys walked on stage. You lost track of who was coming in the moment your eyes locked onto Felix, though.
Felix’s stage presence was always insane. However, there was something different about him today. He seemed to be radiating with an energy stronger than what he usually carries. Maybe it was a boost in confidence, because you know that he knows how good he looks right now.
As he waved to the crowd, the crop top he was wearing rose higher, revealing a sneak peak of his abs. The crowd was going wild for all seven members, but you picked up on the intensity of the screams with each inch of skin your boyfriend revealed. As the fans around you screamed, all that you could manage to do was swallow, your mouth already going dry at the bare sight of Felix.
Somehow, the boys had gone through four songs before Felix noticed you were there. The crowd was huge, his eyes were scanning everywhere. Right as Changbin started Domino, Felix’s eyes locked onto yours. A giant smile adorned his face, but you noticed his facade drop for a split second. That joy was immediately replaced by pure shock, quickly masked so that fans couldn’t pick up on it. Slowly, his smile turned into a smirk that you knew all too well: Felix had something hidden up his sleeve.
After realizing that you were in the crowd, you noticed Felix favoring your side of the stage. Casually using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face — you knew that he was doing this on purpose. How were you going to survive the rest of the show?
The biggest red flag for you was Felix shooting a wink and blowing a kiss toward your section right before the intermission. While those around you were pretending to catch the kiss or sending some of their own, you immediately tensed up. The look in Felix’s eyes was nothing but sinister as he flirted on stage. For the next few moments, you bit your lip, trying to embrace yourself for what was next.
You always knew to trust your gut.
As the backtrack to Divine began to roll in, the butterflies in your stomach were going wild. The boys came out in a new style that suited the song perfectly. You were able to make out Chan, Jeongin, and Hyunjin from your angle, but everyone else was hidden. Yet, when Felix began his lines, you wished he had stayed hidden.
Your jaw dropped open as you saw your boyfriend on the big screen. His shirt was barely held together by one button, only further teasing everyone in the audience. His honey skin was glowing under the mixture of the sun and stage-lights.
Though deeply invested in the choreography, you didn’t miss the way that Felix kept glancing your direction. It was almost as if he was trying to gauge your reaction to his bold fashion statement. There was no hiding the hunger in your eyes each time he moved even the slightest. Felix knew that he was having an impact on you, and that only encouraged him further.
The remainder of the set list was a blur to you. Each track was muffled as all of your attention was on your boyfriend. He had you entranced, and you were sure that everyone around could tell. However, to them, you simply looked like a girl infatuated with her bias. Nobody could tell that your drooling was actually due to the lewd thoughts and plans running rampant through your mind.
Some time near the end of the show, Felix was yet again in your section. The heat had Felix’s abs glistening with sweat. Supposedly to him, that wasn’t enough torture.
Already being sprayed by a few members, you mentally prepared yourself when Felix grabbed a water bottle from staff. However, Felix had no plans of drenching the crowd this time around. Raising his eyebrows in a tempting manner, he unscrewed the cap and raised his arm over his head. Rather than tossing it forward toward the crowd, he proceeded to slowly pour the water over himself, causing the crowd to go wild. His eyes only left yours as he closed his eyes in pleasure as the cool liquid kissed his warm skin.
This nonchalant seduction immediately worked wonders on you. Clenching your thighs to try to relieve some of the tension building in your core was nearly humiliating. You had to bite your lip to suppress yourself from moaning in the sea of people.
This was your final straw. You couldn’t survive any longer in the crowd with the sexual tension lingering in the air. You shot Felix a knowing glance as you pulled out your phone before slithering through the crowd.
My Love <33
Room 314.
I’m staying at the same hotel as you all.
See you soon, pretty boy (;
The longer you waited in your hotel room, the more frustrated you got. You paced around the room while waiting for a knock on your door.
Shortly after you left, the show had ended. However, a storm started right around that same time, inevitably delaying the boys in traffic. You are glad that you missed the storm — you were wet enough as it is.
The mental image of Felix’s outfit — or lack there of — kept replaying on loop. Lying in bed, you kept thinking of the water cascading down his body. The desire to climb on stage and catch the droplets running down his abs was insatiable. The growing throb between your legs on grew more obvious as your thoughts ran wild.
Just as your fingers began to creep under the thin fabric of your skirt, you heard incessant knocking at your door. Not wanting to waste a single moment, you straightened your skirt back down and bolted for the door.
The moment that you opened the door, Felix tackled you in a hug. It was clear that he immediately headed toward your room as his damp hair still smelled of sweat, rain, and something explicitly Felix. His grip tightened on you as the two of you stumbled aimlessly through the hotel room.
“Oh my God,” Felix sighed into your hair. “I cannot believe you came. You’re really here.”
He straightened his arms out, holding you back as if to make sure that you were real. His eyes were scanning your face rapidly, soaking in the reality of it all.
However, you didn’t have time for the emotional reunions right now. The only thing on your mind was satiating your desires.
Without saying a word, you crashed your lips onto his. Felix didn’t need to think twice before immediately moving his lips in sync with yours. He moaned into the kiss as you raked your fingers under his shirt to caress his abs. Though he had changed back into the crop top from earlier in the day, it was clear what your intentions were from the start.
Not breaking the kiss for even a second, Felix led you to the bed, knees buckling against the mattress. His hands slid around your thighs to hoist you up on the bed, causing a slight giggle to escape from your lips.
“Well hello to you too,” Felix teased, but he didn’t slow down. With fervor, he peeled his shirt off once more, knowing what you really wanted to see. You leaned forward using your arms for support to get a better look at your boyfriend.
“Your first impression for me today was getting half-naked on stage. God forbid I want you to rail me the second we are alone,” you pouted, rolling your eyes playfully. You weren’t typically bratty, but something about being sexually frustrated for this long is bringing it out of you.
“I think that you can do better than that,” Felix tsked. “What is it that you want from me? Ask nicely and I might give you want you want.”
He wanted you to beg as if he hadn’t been tempting you all day. In your clouded state of mind, you would do anything for him to touch you, regardless of how humiliating it may feel.
“Please Lixie,” you whined, batting your lashes at him. “I’ll do anything for you.”
“I didn’t ask about what I want. I asked what you wanted,” Felix reminded you, his gaze hardening as he tilted your chin up with his pointer finger and thumb.
His touch against your skin burned, leaving you wanting more. You leaned your face forward, trying to chase his touch, but he simply pulled away. Though, he didn’t stay away for long.
When his fingers retracted from your face, they slowly made their way to the bare skin on your thigh. The feeling of his soft fingertips pressing into your plush thighs made you flinch. Felix immediately breathed out a laugh at how sensitive you were in this moment.
“You want me to start with my fingers?” he asked, trying to encourage you to speak more.
You simply nodded, lifting your hips to relieve any bit of pressure for your neglected cunt.
“I don’t know what that means, darling. You’re going to have to use your words,” he taunted as his fingers slowly drifted higher and higher toward the hem of your skirt.
“Felix,” you whined, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and need.
“Be a good girl, now,” Felix warned, giving a tiny slap to your inner thigh, immediately sending a jolt to your core.
“Fuck, Felix. Please do something. Please touch me. I’ll be so good for you, I promise,” you babbled. Your eyes were starting to tear up the longer he left you untouched. The tears in your eyes only thrilled him further. Trying to win, you lifted your hips just enough for Felix to notice the lace underwear you had on under your clothes.
Without acknowledging your pleas, Felix lifted your skirt further up your thighs, revealing just how badly you wanted him. Very little was left to the imagination as your arousal was seeping through the white lace clinging to your cunt.
“I really got you worked up. Didn’t I, darling?” Felix sighed, his pupils dilating at the sight of your pussy leaking for him.
You hummed in agreeance, tilting your hips toward him once more, begging for some release.
Finally having pity on you, Felix allowed his fingers to make contact with your clothed heat. You whimpered at the pressure of his fingers simply resting where you needed him the most. Smirking at your reaction, he started rubbing slow circles onto your clit through the fabric. You moaned, already melting into his touch.
Not being fully satisfied with the barrier between you two, you slid your hand toward your front and pushed your panties to the side, halting Felix’s movement for a moment.
“Someone’s needy, huh?” Felix teased before looking back at your exposed core. Your pussy was glistening, begging to be touched. “You get all this wet for me?”
“Mhm,” you mumbled, trying to inch closer to Felix.
“Are you sure this is all for me? Your eyes didn’t wander to any of the other boys — did they?” Felix tested you, his fingers now tracing right outside of your aching heat.
“No, Lixie. Only you. Only you can make me this wet,” you whimpered, not enjoying the teasing. “See for yourself,” you batted your lashes at him, trying to win him over.
Satisfied with your answer, Felix finally gave into your wishes. A high pitched whimper left your throat as his middle finger slid through your lips, your arousal coating his finger immediately.
When he finally reached your clit, you lost it. Your back arched as a sweet feeling blossomed in your abdomen. Felix always was good with his hands, but something about his touch in this moment was riveting. Each stroke to your clit sent electricity through your veins.
Bucking your hips in rhythm with his skilled fingers, Felix could tell that you needed more. Biting his lip, he held eye contact with you as he plunged one finger past your walls. You immediately scrunched your face in pleasure, clenching around his lone finger. You didn’t have time to process the intrusion before he started curling his finger, finding your sweet spot right away. Felix knows your body like the back of his hand.
“Is this what you wanted, baby? To fall apart in my fingers?” Felix breathed out, drunk at the sight of you making a mess already.
“Yes. Lixie — hmph — yes,” you managed to reply through broken moans.
Felix used your reply as an opportunity to add another finger in, adding a delicious stretch to his movements.
“Fuck — Lix,” you gasped, shuddering at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you.
“You know, you think that you’re the only one who was affected tonight,” Felix scoffed, but didn’t break his rhythm. “You think that I didn’t notice this little outfit of yours in the crowd?”
Truthfully, you were hoping he’d say something about your outfit. You carefully planned the festival-themed outfit to catch his eye. It was slightly out of your comfort zone, but the bikini-style top paired with your mini-skirt clearly was driving Felix crazy. Your walls clenched at the thought of him being turned on during the show.
“You did this on purpose. You wanted me to go crazy in front of stay,” he groaned, voice deep and gravely. “You think that I wasn’t going to notice your tits bouncing and spilling out of your shirt when you danced around?” Felix increased his speed ever so slightly, causing you to become more uncontrollably vocal.
“Can you even call that a shirt?” Felix scoffed again. “I could practically see everything from on stage. How your nipples got progressively harder throughout the show. How you tried to casually catch friction by leaning your chest on the barricade,” Felix’s words embarrassed you, but he was so right. During the show, you were trying anything to get some sense of release.
Taking his free hand, Felix roughly yanked your top down, freeing your breasts. The cold air of the hotel melding with Felix’s words caused your nipples to harden immediately.
“Fuck, your tits drive me crazy, doll,” Felix confessed, practically drooling. He licked his lips once before diving in and connecting them to your chest.
He started with open-mouth kisses to the mounds of your breasts. Though, Felix couldn’t deny himself of doing what he had been dreaming about all day. Swiftly, Felix lowered his tongue and caught your nipple between his lips. His tongue circled the bud as he lightly sucked on your chest. The hand that wasn’t preoccupied gave the other breast some much needed attention. He pinched your nipple between his fingers, only adding more to the pleasure soaring through your body.
You felt the coil in your stomach slowly building, but it was clear that you needed something else. You were so close, but your body begged for more.
“Lixie, more. More please,” you whined, riding his fingers, trying to catch your release.
Felix pulled away from your chest with a slight pop.
“Good girl. Finally learned how to use your words, huh?” he smirked.
You whimpered as Felix removed his fingers from your core. However, he was swift with his movements, not leaving you hanging for long.
Felix dug his fingers into your hips, pushing you further up the bed. Once he got you right where he wanted, he lowered himself back to your throbbing core. Licking a flat stripe up through your folds, you were immediately back in blissful heaven.
Felix didn’t wait long to go back to full speed. His two fingers found their way back through your gummy walls, instantly finding your g-spot again. As his fingers worked their magic, his tongue returned to added the much needed pleasure. His tongue kitten licked your clit in sync with the rhythm of his fingers abusing your cunt. Everything was so warm and wet — you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer.
“Lix — I’m so close,” you whined, matching your hips to the speed of his tongue.
Felix knew not to change his movements in the slightest. He continued to let his fingers drag along your walls while gently sucking on your clit. When you felt his teeth slightly graze your sensitive bud, you were pushed over the edge. Spasming against Felix’s fingers, he worked you through your orgasm.
As the bliss was fizzing out, you tried to pull away from Felix’s touch. Though he did slide his fingers out from your core, his tongue did not stop moving. He used both of his hands to hold you in place as his tongue continued to put in the work. Between the wet sounds of his tongue and the sickly sweet feeling of overstimulation, it didn’t take long for him to draw a second orgasm out of you.
You screamed out his name as your thighs shook around his head. You had to push his forehead back for him to pull away from your sweet pussy. Felix’s face glistened with your wetness. He immediately stuck out his tongue to collect any of your juices that dribbled down his chin.
Even in your sensitive state, the sight of Felix shirtless, panting, and hungry left you needing him yet again. Shakily, you leaned up, pulled him closer for a kiss. You tasted yourself on his mouth as his tongue parted your lips. The dirtiness of it all made you groan into his mouth, grabbing his pant loops to pull him even closer.
By now, his clothed erection was unmissable. The feeling of his hardening length pressing against your core was dizzying. When he moaned into the kiss as you rolled your hips against his, you made up your mind.
“Please, Lixie. Please fuck me. I’ll do anything for you, baby. Please,” you begged, rubbing your wetness against the jeans concealing his erection.
Felix sighed, knowing that he couldn’t hold back much longer either. With his hands on your hips, he effortlessly flipped you over on all fours. Not bothering to remove your skirt, he pushed it up a little further to get a good look at your ass. Groaning, Felix ripped the lace long off of your body. When you whined in retaliation, he met you with a sharp spank, stinging your exposed cheeks.
“I can buy you another pair, brat,” Felix spoke harshly as he fought with his belt.
The shuffling of jeans was the only warning that Felix gave you. Without a word, Felix grabbed your hips and shoved his entire length in. You yelped, not expecting his urgency. Thankfully, you were dripping to the point that you felt no pain, only pleasure as his length stretched you further. Felix gripped your hips as he started to slowly drag his cock along your walls.
“Do you have any clue how hard it was to not get hard in front of stay?” Felix grumbled, panting as his pace started to pick up. “I thought about bending you over right then and there. Is that what you wanted? You want the world to see how well I fuck this pussy?” Your ass was met with another harsh slap.
His words went straight to your core, and you feared that you may be close again. However, Felix recognized the fluttering of your walls and immediately pulled out.
“That soon again?” Felix taunted you. “If you’re going to come on my cock, I need to see that pretty face of yours.”
Felix flipped you on your back once more. He took in the sight of you mid sex-haze before settling between your legs again. How was he so lucky?
With the change in position, Felix grappled your legs and placed them over his shoulders. This allowed him to drill into you even deeper. When he slid into you once again, you knew that this new angle would bring you close too quickly.
Felix kissed down your legs as he began pumping into you. It didn’t take long for him to get back to the pace he originally had set. His head rested against your leg as he pounded into you relentlessly. The sweat dripping down his body reminded you of his performance earlier in the day, ripping an explicit moan from your throat.
It only took a minute or two for Felix to feel that familiar fluttering around his cock. Wanting to prolong this next orgasm, Felix leaned closer, pressing your knees to your chest. With this slight change in position, he was able to snake his hand around, making contact with your clit once more. You screamed out, immediately closing your eyes at the intense feeling of pleasure building in your core.
“Nuh-uh, baby. Look at me,” Felix instructed, using his free hand to slightly tap your face.
When you opened your eyes, you didn’t know where to look. Felix’s brown eyes bored into yours as he continued to drill into you. He wanted to watch you come so badly. His desire only spurred you in further.
His lips were entrancing. They were red and shiny — he was still glistening with a mixture of your wetness and his own drool. You wanted to kiss him so badly.
Your eyes then drifted down to the chain necklace dangling over your figure. The cross pendant swung right between the swells of your breasts, almost seeming like a mockery of the sin you two were committing.
Finally, your eyes wandered down to where the two of you were connected. The sight of his thumb rubbing circles against your clit while his length pistoned your sweet spot was enough to send you over the edge. The feeling in your stomach was like nothing you had ever felt before. Your chest filled with slight panic as your orgasm was approaching.
“Felix — I —“ was all you could muster before crumbling apart. Your eyes rolled back as your juiced drenched Felix’s cock. You continued to gush as he fucked right through your squirting mess.
“Did you just? Oh, God,” Felix gasped. The sight of you making a mess beneath him was enough to send him over the edge. Gripping your calf for support, Felix’s hips halted as his cock twitched inside you. Burying himself deep, Lix filled you with his cum, panting as you milked him dry.
Both of you winced when Felix finally pulled out of you. Breathlessly, he laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.
“I still can’t believe that you’re here,” he confessed, planting a gentle kiss to your temple.
“All of that and you still can’t believe that I am really here?” you giggled, leaning closer into his embrace. Felix playfully rolled his eyes and squeezed your shoulder.
“I think that I need to bring you on our next tour,” Felix thought aloud as he rubbed faint circles on your arm.
“Oh, yeah?” you inquired, wondering where he was going with this.
“Yeah. If I could see you in the crowd every show, I would never run out of energy on stage. You really brought something out of me today,” he confessed with a smile.
“And the after-show sex?” you teasingly added on to his proposal.
“You know that I couldn’t say no to that,” he replied with a small laugh before gently kissing you once more.
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synopsis: your boyfriend never missed a chance to tease you, even at his own concerts. thankfully, you get to pay him a visit after the show.
cw: MDNI, reader is obsessed with felix's abs (real queen me too), felix is a big flirt, some making out backstage
let me know if i'm missing anything!!
wc: 1381
a/n: god i miss dominATE tour :(((( but anyways, leave a like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this fic. support is always appreciated <3
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You were standing in the special VIP section of the concert, as usual. It was a special seat that was reserved for you in advance before the tickets were released. In fact, you didn’t really need a ticket. Your boyfriend was the ticket.
The show was loud and exciting, just like how you loved it. Your lightstick was shining bright, and you wore a red skirt with long black boots, a DominATE Tour tank top, and your boyfriend’s black jacket. No one would have guessed that it was his jacket, but that’s what you liked about it so much. It was his jacket, and it was reserved for you too.
On the outside, you looked like a regular fan, so all the videos of Felix interacting with you from the stage are just seen as another one of those “Felix interacts with fans at barricade” videos. But no one could ever read between the lines of your interactions.
That gaze in his eyes wasn't just any gaze, and that smirk wasn’t just any smirk. They were reserved for you. The music was getting louder and so were you when Felix had the audacity to grab a plastic water bottle and spray it all over himself and everyone else. Even Jeongin and Hyunjin joined in on the fun and jumped up and down as they performed “LALALALA.”
You were the most soaked out of everyone in the crowd, and you were damn sure that it was intentional on Felix’s part. It wasn’t helping either when he stood right before you and grabbed the hem of his soaked tanktop and pulled it to his teeth, revealing his hard and smooth abs. A scream escaped your throat, running it dry, and all Felix could do was laugh and tease. That bastard. He knows what he’s doing.
After the show, all the fans were reluctantly leaving the venue, in denial that that the most amazing night of their lives had ended. Meanwhile, you were later escorted by the security guards and taken to the backstage. The boys were stretching and drinking the last bit of water they had.
“That was a good show, right?” Chan asked everyone.
“Hell yeah!!” Changbin hollered out.
“Felix is completely soaked now,” Hyunjin laughed, “His shirt can’t absorb any more water.”
“Oh shut up,” Felix playfully retorted. His eyes then averted to you approaching him, and he couldn’t help but admire the sight of you completely soaked in your clothes thanks to him. “Look who it is. Hey, Pumpkin.”
“Hey, Honey,” you giggled, and blushed as Felix snaked his arms around you waist and pulled you close to his wet body. You couldn’t contain the butterflies in your stomach when you felt his plush lips press against yours. The members couldn’t help but feign disgust by groaning and sticking out their tongues.
“Get a room,” Seungmin said.
“Alright, everyone, let’s give the lovebirds their space,” Chan chuckled.
The members leave the room, giving you and Felix some space. The moment you two were alone, Felix immediately kissed your neck, and you melted from his searing lips.
“How was I, Baby? I didn’t get you too soaked right?” Felix smirked, not even hiding the innuendo.
“Shut up,” you playfully rolled your eyes. “You were great. Your stage presence is always great. And yes, my clothes are very wet thanks to you.”
“Good thing you didn’t wear a white shirt. Although, maybe you should’ve.”
“Feeeellliiiiixxxxx….”
“I’m just sayin, Pumpkin…You’d look cute in a soaked white shirt.”
“You’re not too tired right?” you asked, “You were very wild on stage.”
“I’m okay. I’m just happy I have you in my arms now.”
Felix nuzzled into your neck more and kissed the sensitive skin there. You shivered, and your face was so rosy and hot. His skin was so wet and sticky with all of the water and sweat. You even touched his tanktop, and Hyunjin was right. His tanktop was made out of 90% water and 10% cotton. You smirked and decided to pull up the fabric, revealing Felix’s abs, which completely caught him off guard.
“Y/N!” he laughed, “Honey, what are you doing?”
“Just taking a peek,” you teased.
“You got plenty of peeking during the show. You even screamed.”
“Yeah, but STAYs saw it too so it don’t count.”
“Ohhh okay. I get it. You want an exclusive show?”
Felix smirked, lifted his tanktop, and completely removed it, revealing his abs once more to you. If you were being honest with yourself, it never gets old. You just loved how smooth his honey skin was, with the little freckles and moles. You loved how he flexed his muscles, and every time you laid eyes on his abs, you were hit with the urge to just bite them like it was a chocolate bar. They even look extra delectable when they’re wet too.
“Honey, you’re drooling,” Felix said.
You snapped out of your thoughts and quickly swallowed the little bit of saliva that was pouring out of your mouth. You blushed out of embarrassment.
“I wasn’t drooling….”
“Don’t deny it,” Felix chuckled, “Bet you wanna get down on your knees and—”
“Felix!!”
“Just kidding, Pumpkin.”
Felix snaked his arm around your waist, pulled you closer to him, and kissed you. The kiss was deep, hot, and you felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs. You kissed him back, pulling him closer. You ran your fingers through his wet black hair, playfully biting his lip. Felix groaned and suddenly picked you up. You hitched a breath, your legs wrapped around his waist, and Felix carried you to one of the nearest plastic tables and sat you on it.
“You looked so pretty in the crowd,” he breathed before leaning in to kiss you. “I wanted to throw myself at you.”
“You should’ve.”
“Yeah, but the security guards would’ve panicked and held me back.”
“True…”
Felix kissed you once more, and you melted immediately. Your blunt nails dug into his bare back, coaxing another groan out of him. He pulled you closer to him and kissed you harder. You moaned, loving the heat and wetness of his skin. You reached down to touch his abs, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Oh my god, Honey, you wanna kill me?”
You smirked and kissed his nose, and he immediately pushed you down on the table. A gasp escaped your lungs, and he pressed your body down against the table. Your back was up against the table top, and Felix was hovering over you, holding down your wrists. Heat was radiating off your body, and your heart was pounding so much, as if it was going to burst through your chest. Felix leaned closer to your neck—
“Alright, time’s up!!” Han said as he opened the door before jumping a little, surprised by the sight before him. “Oh my god were you two fucking?!?”
You and Felix quickly got off the table, your faces completely red and hot with embarrassment. The members were shaking their heads, but Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chan were bursting into laughter while Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin were giving looks of disgust.
“No no no no,” Felix stammered, “We were just—”
“His shirt is even off, oh my god!!” Changbin pointed out, “Yongbokie’s gotten bold!!”
“Tsk tsk,” Seungmin sighed, mostly in a joking tone. “We should’ve known.”
“Oh come on, guys, they were showing their passion,” Chan said.
“They could’ve waited until we got to the hotel.”
“My bad,” Felix chuckled, still a little embarrassed. “I just love my baby.”
“Yes you do,” you laughed with him and pulled him close. “And I love you too.”
“Okay let’s just go back to the hotel,” Minho said, feigning disgust. “We were supposed to be there an hour ago.”
“Right,” Chan agreed.
You all then grabbed your stuff and made the move out of the stadium to go to the hotel. The entire time, Felix was still a little embarrassed by you and him getting caught by the members, but it was definitely gonna end up as one of the many highlights of the tour. Not to mention, you and Felix of course took a moment to pick up where you left off back at the hotel room later that evening.
