thinking about jake that acts like a dork around you🤕🤕 i truly agree with the puppy jake oral fixation agenda so i wanted to like scream into the void more abt subby jake.. i would like to think that whether your busy or just wanna tease him, instead of indulging in his needs you just tell him to hump your leg n he happily obliges cus he’s so desperate n needy. RAGGHH
like one night you two are just lounging around and he just happens to be big spoon and while your scrolling on social media or wdv,, u start feel him softly rut against you n you hear him start to pant in your ear like a pathetic loser AAGGHHH 😵💫
Only if you guys know how much I love this man...I WANNA RAIL HIM SO FUCKING BAD >:[
I honestly don't care how many Jake hard thoughts you guys would give me or thoughts that I make myself because I will never shut up about this man being the subbiest of the subbiest and the goodest of the goodest puppy boy there is and I don't care if anyone of y'all disagrees 💯. I mean how could you hate that pretty face? He deserves to be treated like a good pup and fucked real good like the little cum dump doggy he is.
There are so many occasions where he just gets randomly but since he's a trained boy, he asks for your help so you found a way to help him relieve himself: humping. He's so crazy about it too like if you're away from home and he's horny, he'd sneak into your room just to hump your pillows; you're driving? He'd hump and grind on your other hand.
God, even in public spaces like if you're in a cramped train, he would grab on you and gently dry humps you on your ass "Are we near yet? P-Please I need to be touched right n-now" he'd whimper quietly while you continue to grab him by the waist and discreetly grind on his growing cock. Oh! And I like to think that he has this special talent of finishing untouched like please has such a high sex drive and at the same time he's so sensitive >>> It just proves my point that he's such a sensitive little puppy with a pathetic cock.
Warnings: pegging, soft sex, sub beomgyu, dom reader, fluff, male masturbation, mentions of porn, anal fingering, use of strap on, hand job, hand holding during sex, beomgyu cries but bc he’s emotional lolol, use of petnames ‘puppy’, ‘baby’, gendered term, reader is referred to as ‘girlfriend’ and afab,
synopsis: your skeptical boyfriend gets pegged for the first time <3 To say the least he definitely enjoys it a lot more than he expected.
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“What? Like, in my ass?” Beomgyu, splutters eyebrows raised and asking in a hushed tone, looking cautiously left to right seemingly embarrassed. Although, you were a little confused what he was looking for, given you were both inside his dorm room…and the only people in there.
His demeanour, a total whiplash to a few moments prior when he had very proudly won the fighting game you both were playing together.
“Well, yeah in your ass.” You deadpan at him. “It’s called pegging. It’s just something I think could be fun for us to try and share together and I want to make you feel good! But it’s okay if you don’t want to-”
“No! I’ll-I can try. For you. I’ve just-I’ve never really thought of it before. It seems…intense...” Beomgyu looks down with a pout, fiddling with his thumbs, legs crossed on his bed.
“Gyu,” You cup his cheek and he leans into your touch almost instantly, looking back up at you, practically purring at the nickname and your gesture, “if you’re not comfortable with it we won’t. We don’t have to just because I want to. I just wanted to know your thoughts on it. ”
Beomgyu was always an open minded person when it came to sex, always down to try things at least once. Both of you were pretty compatible in that sense, easily bored when things were kept the same. You liked how experimental and open he was with you.
Beomgyu rubs at the back of his head and nods slowly, still looking skeptical. “I want to try it with you. I trust you. But, I just don’t think I’ll really find it that enjoyable though. I’ll think about it.”
Not that beomgyu would admit to you, but after the topic of pegging was brought up, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It made a strange feeling pool in his stomach, unsure if it was a good or bad thing. Would it even feel good? What would it feel like? It’d probably feel weird right? And the thought of being so vulnerable was a little scary. He knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about with you but it still felt a little too daunting.
Beomgyu was curious, and many nights contemplating brought him to conduct his own research. Grabbing his laptop, the only light shining in his dark room at the ungodly hours of a thursday night, he went to the only place he knew would have some sort of answers—the internet and he began typing into the search bar.
To his surprise, he came across many dudes enthusiastically raving about it on reddit and how it completely changed their view of life. He thinks some of them were being a little too dramatic.
He also watched a few videos, for research purposes only. He stared at his screen, mouth agape and feeling a flush creep up his neck, cheeks growing increasingly heated at what he sees. Woah. Maybe. This might actually be….
He couldn’t help imagining you doing that to him instead, mind painting vivid pictures of you, imagining your hands on his hips and breath against his neck, being handled like that. It was strangely arousing.
Suddenly beomgyu was squirming in his bed, one hand hesitantly slipping down his sweatpants as he bit his lip, eyes shut as he began embarrassedly and frantically jerking off his now hard dick to the thought of you pegging him.
Faster than he knew, beomgyu was cumming with a hand slapped to his mouth to stop himself from loudly moaning out your name (the college walls were very thin. He knew from experience.) and completely making a mess, soiling his sweats with a muffled whimper instead.
He lay there gasping and panting flushed, left to ponder his actions and new found revelation. It was kind of hot? Or maybe it was just a heat of the moment kind of thing. He couldn’t actually find that hot, right?
Fuck.
There wasn’t much beomgyu kept from you, usually he’d be the one to talk your ear off about the most mundane, silliest things of his day as you both cuddled closely together. However, he’d purposefully failed to mention his recent porn search history and the fact that he’s been cumming a heck of a lot faster than he’d like to admit at the thought of his girlfriend fucking him in the ass.
It’s only made him more curious about whether he’d actually like it. There was only one way to find out and that was to just see for himself. So he knew he had to bring up with you somehow again without sounding like a crazed freak.
You were studying in the library when beomgyu approached you, textbooks spread out in front of you as you furiously typed notes on your laptop. Beomgyu leans in to peck your cheek before taking a seat beside you and you looked up, lifting your headphones from your ears.
“Oh you’re studying as well?”
Beomgyu gives you an incredulous look as if it was absolutely outrageous to suggest he’d be doing that. “No.” He clears his throat, trying to sound as nonchalant and cool as possible, “so, uh, remember that thing we talked about?”
You furrow your brows unsure of what he was talking about, but given how incredibly embarrassed he looked, you had an inkling of what it might be and you try not to laugh, heavily amused, accidentally saying it bit too loud, “Oh you mean pegging?”
He looks around frantically, eyes wide with panic as he tries to gauge if anyone else had heard, then he hits your arm and shoves you. “You don’t have to be so loud, my god.”
You can see the tips of his cute ears going pink as he shakes his head and hides his face with his hands, “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to,”chuckling softly, putting your hands up in defence so he wouldn’t shove you again.
Beomgyu just narrows his eyes at you and scoffs, “Yeah, so anyway. I was just thinking, you know, maybe we should actually... give it a try? I mean, if you're still interested," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush.
Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “So, you’ve been thinking about it?” you teased, leaning in closer. “What changed your mind?”
"Well, I've been doing some, uh, research," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. "And, maybe it doesn't sound so bad after all."
“Oh, so you’re actually interested now?” you grinned, clearly enjoying his embarrassment.
He huffed. “I mean, I’m not saying I’m dying to try it or anything. But, you know, I’m open to the idea. I guess.”
“Sure, sure,” you say giggling into your textbook. “You guess…”
Beomgyu reaches across the table and flicks your forehead playfully, rolling his eyes. “Shut up.”
“Oww!” You rub your forehead soothingly, “We’ll try it soon then, yeah?”
He pretended to think about it, even though his excitement was barely contained. You could practically see his tail wagging and brown puppy eyes lighting up. “Yeah, we could do that.”
Today is the day beomgyu will finally get why a bunch of dudes from reddit are so into being pegged by their girlfriends. Unfortunately for beomgyu though, he was currently stuck in class, wanting more than ever to just be in your dorm, but he had to wait.
The professor's voice drones on, the words blending into a meaningless blur as Beomgyu stole glances at the clock every few seconds. Each tick seemed to echo in his head like a countdown to freedom, and he couldn't help but let out an impatient sigh, mind racing with thoughts of what awaited him once this torturous lecture finally ended.
Meanwhile, you were finding immense amusement in Beomgyu's predicament and you couldn’t help but send him teasing texts during his class to make him even more pathetically desperate.
Beomgyu's eyes widened as he read the message, his cheeks flushing red. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan of frustration. He typed back quickly, fingers fumbling with the keys.
Beom🧸🎸: This is pure evil! You’re so mean :( 😠👎
You can’t help giggling, typing back a sarcastic response.
aww what a poor puppy. You’ll just have to wait.
Beom🧸🎸: why can’t I just skip ?!!!!!
You tell him he’s not allowed to skip and that he has to sit through the entirety of it just to torture him some more. Beomgyu pouts, his bottom lip sticking out in a comically exaggerated manner at the text, earning a weird look from Soobin who sat next to him.
Finally, the professor dismisses the class, and Beomgyu practically leaped out his seat, gathering his notebook and laptop and shoving it in his bag in record time. He dashed out of the lecture hall, barely acknowledging soobin’s farewell. Beomgyu’s heart racing as he practically sprinted across campus to your dorm.
When he reached your door, he knocked eagerly, breathing heavily and you swung open the door.
Without a word, Beomgyu pulled you into a passionate kiss, his hands tangling in your hair as he pressed you against the doorframe. He couldn't wait any longer; the anticipation had built up to an almost unbearable level, and now that he was finally here with you, all he wanted was to feel close to you.
You chuckled softly against his lips, teasingly pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Someone's eager," you run a hand through his tousled hair.
Beomgyu grins, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as he stares down at you with half lidded eyes. "Can you blame me? You’ve been torturing me!" He pouts, staring down at your lips before kissing you again.
You’ve been meticulously prepping beomgyu for god knows how long now, but you wanted to make absolute sure that he was stretched out well so you wouldn’t hurt him one bit.
His soft, breathy moans fill the room as your lubed fingers slide in and out of his cute, pink hole repeatedly. He seemed to like it so far, each gentle movement makes him cling tighter to the pink silk pillow pressed against his chest, hugging it with his eyes blissfully closed, legs spread wide as he lay on your bed.
“Do you think you’re ready, baby?”
He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with a needy look, and cutely nods, taking a few deep breaths. “Yeah- please.. I want you noww..”
You give him a weary glance. “I don’t want to hurt you though.”
Beomgyu shakes his head softly, still hugging the pink silk pillow tightly, even if he’s a little nervous, he desperately wants to feel you. He swallows, looking directly into your eyes and whines. “I’ll be fine. pleasee”
Sighing, you step into the harness of the strap-on (you’d made sure to order the cutest and prettiest one you saw online), coating the silicone in generous amounts of lube before returning back to beomgyu on the bed.
You gently place his dainty ankles over your shoulders, kissing on his inner thighs and pretty white sock clad legs and ankles as you do so.
You can’t stop staring in awe. Heart swelling up at the sight of beomgyu, fluffy messy hair splayed around his face, long thick eyelashes kissing his rose dusted cheeks, slightly chewing at his plump bottom limp as he braces himself. He’s so precious. How fucking gorgeous this boy is.
You kiss his ankles a few more times, one hand going to his cute tummy that heaved and you slowly push the silicone cock into his now glistening from all the lube, swollen, puffy pink hole, ever so slowly easing in, inch by inch and bottoming out.
Beomgyu cries out, hiding his face instantly in his elbow and he arches his back, and mewls.
“You okay, puppy?”, you coo and gently move his arm out the way so you can look at his pretty face and parted lips, stilling your movements and softly brushing the bangs out his eyes.
Beomgyu shakily nods, trembling. “Mmh. m’ okay. You can keep going.”
Loud high pitched strangled moans escape his lips as you pick up the pace. It’s a new feeling and it takes him some time to get used to. Beomgyu was always loud and would make the prettiest moans ever anyway, but there was something so different at how he moaned right now, completely guttural and different to how they usually were. Even he was surprised, clamping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment but he just couldn’t stop the noises at all even if he tried, loud whines and whimpers continuing unabated. You loved them so much.
You watch his poor, neglected cock slap his tummy with every thrust, red and hard and dribbling beads at the head constantly. You take his dick in your hand, stroking it at the same movement and fucking him harder.
He gasps shuddering and writhing, his fingers curling into the sheets. "Oh... that feels...," he manages to say, interrupted by whines and moans, mouth in a cute ‘o’ shaped, completely dumb and fucked out by now he can barely think, and he moans your name over and over. A cascade of mewls spilling from his lips, a sweet symphony that fills the room.
You lean down to press his swollen lips with yours, moving your mouth against him so messily and needy, making out with him so intensely as you carried on fucking his hole. You’re sure you’re hitting his prostate by now.
Beomgyu disconnects from your lips to pant, a string of saliva connecting from his and your mouth and reaches his hand out to yours “Hold…” He whimpers out, eyebrows furrowed and you gladly grab his hand, intertwining your hand with his and holding hands as you peg him, anchoring him. Your other free hand still continuing your ministrations on his cock, kissing him again. It seems you’ve pegged him completely into subspace.
"gonna cum soon... I can'ttt... it's too much!” Beomgyu chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he completely shakes.
You suddenly heard choked sobs and sniffling coming from beomgyu. Alarmed, you paused for a moment, worried that maybe you had hurt him. His face was buried in the pillow, and his shoulders were trembling with each shaky breath.
“Beomgyu, are you okay?” you asked softly, your voice laced with concern. You gently eased back, not wanting to cause him any discomfort.
He turned his head to look at you, and your heart ached at the sight before you. His glossy, brown doe eyes were filled with tears, eyelashes clumped together and his bottom lip was jutting out in a pout, making him look devastatingly beautiful, tears streaming down his red cheeks and his hair tousled and damp with sweat. He was such a pretty crier.
“I-I’m okay,” voice trembling with the intensity of his feelings. “It’s just... it feels so good. I love you so much.” His tears flowed freely now, each sob wracking his body. You were surprised at how emotional beomgyu had gotten.
You lean down to kiss away his tears, cupping his hot cheeks, “You’re doing so good for me, gyu. I love you too.”
Beomgyu grasps your hand even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he clings to you so close. His head falls back with every thrust, and he throws his head back as you continue to hit his prostate repeatedly again and again, making him go cross eyed and his jaw slack.
He spurts a copious amount of cum from his cock, making such a mess on the sheets, your hand, and his tummy, cumming so hard his vision goes blurry, and he feels dizzy, his legs shaking uncontrollably. His eyes flutter open and shut, gasping and panting heavily. You pull out and collapse beside him, both of you utterly exhausted.
The guys on reddit were so right.
Beomgyu doesn’t let go of you at all afterwards, burying his face in your chest and wrapping his legs and arms around you, clinging to you like a koala contently, breath warm against your skin as you kissed the top of his head.
“I can’t feel my legs.” Beomgyu whines, “Please never mention the crying ever again okay?” He muffles out. “I have a reputation to uphold, you know. Can’t have everyone thinking I’m a crybaby.”
You chuckle, stroking and playing with his soft hair which he loves so much, humming softly at the feeling of your hands on his scalp. “I thought it was very cute.”
He doesn’t say anything and a moment of silence ensues.
“Thank you, baby.” he says gently and quietly, “I’d be eating you out so good right now if I wasn’t so exhausted.” a tired but cheeky grin spreading across his face.
Within seconds, beomgyu was out like a light, his soft snores filling the quiet room, looking so cute absolutely knocked out in your arms.
Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs ☹️👎🤨. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)
A/n: guys im sorry if this was the shittest thing I’ve ever written. I was really trying !! But I’m Just very out of practice at writing atm 😭 im very sorry if the smut is the most messiest thing you’ve ever read, I have not proofread it at all I have no idea what I was writing. So I’m very sorry
I think a lot about sub!soobin with edging AND overstim
can you imagine the mess he would be while being edged for hours, just to be overstimulated right after he cums?
I'll not elaborate, just THINK
moving your hand slowly, torturously slow, as you watch soobin unravel, writhe beneath you. a mess, all 6ft of him sprawled out under you, looking utterly spent. his body slick with sweat, muscles twitching uncontrollably, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes glazed over and heavy lidded, bed soaked with sweat and precum, completely overwhelmed, overheated.
“please, please… i can’t—” his voice breaks off into a whimper as you squeeze just a little tighter, your thumb brushing over his sensitive cockhead, making him buck his hips desperately into your hand. “please, i need to—a-ah, can’t take it, can’t”
soobin whos been nothing but compliant, so willing to abide to every command you give him, is completely exhausted; even then, his legs still twitch as if hes trying to flee, reduced to the mouth-blabbering whore in front of you, completely lost in the torture you’ve been going at for hours, haze of esctasy clouding his mind making it impossible for him to make a single complete, coherent sentence.
"you've been so good, so obedient, haven't you?"
he nods weakly, his movements sluggish as if it takes all his remaining strength just to respond. "y-yes... so good..." his voice is barely a whisper, broken and hoarse from all the pleading and whimpering.
"such a good boy," you continue, your hand gently brushing through his sweat-dampened hair, and he leans into the touch, desperate for any form of comfort, for your approval. "poor baby, you've taken everything i've given you, haven't you?"
"yes... all of it..." he breathes out, his words slurred, like he's on the brink of passing out, yet still, he clings to your praise, the need to please you deeply ingrained in his very being. "i'll... i'll take more... anything.. just...just—just for you.”
you smile at that, tighetning your grip around his shaft, feeling it pulse in your hand as you quicken your pace just enough to push him to the edge, obscene sounds of squelching growing louder and more frantic. “you know what i want, don’t you?”
he groans, his head falling back against the pillows as his hips jerks up into your fist. “y-yes… i know… please…”
“want to see you make a mess for me, bunny. can you do that for me?”
his answer was a choked sob, his body straining as you pushed him further and further— you could feel him starting to shake, his body on the brink of breaking down completely, and that’s when you finally let him have it.
all it took was you leaning towards his tip, giving it a kitty lick and soobin’s entire body convulses as he finally, finally tumbled over the edge, his back arching off the bed as he came with a loud, desperate cry. thick ropes of cum spilling over your hand, dripping down his shaft, splattering across his stomach, his thighs, the sheets. hes cumming so hard, harder than he ever had before, and it seemed like it wouldn’t stop, his body still shuddering as you milked every last drop out of him.
“fuck, fuck, i’m—i can’t, it’s too much, too much—” his voice high-pitched, frantic, as you kept going, your hand still moving in the same pace, watching as more cum spurted out. his mouth falls open, and all that comes out are incoherent, broken sounds, a mix of whimpers and sobs, his mind too fogged with pleasure and pain to say anything more ^__^
Warnings: smut, first times, blow jobs, hand jobs, inexperience, overstimulation, experienced reader, nervousness...
wc: 772
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As you gently pushed Jungwon's knees further apart, he couldn't help but squirm under your touch. His wide eyes darted nervously, and his lips parted as he struggled to breathe. Jungwon blushed a deep, rosy hue, feeling your hands on his legs, his heart pounding wildly as you knelt between his spread thighs. He had never had anyone so close to his most intimate areas before, and the feeling of your fingers brushing against his belt only made his cheeks burn brighter.
A soft, surprised gasp escaped his lips as you unbuckle his belt. His chest heaved with each shaky breath. "W-what are you doing?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
You looked up at him with a seductive grin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I think you know," you replied softly, teasingly.
Jungwon had never felt this way before, this mix of excitement and nervousness, and he couldn't help but feel flustered at the situation. His hands gripped the edge of the couch tightly, knuckles white. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan as you pulled his jeans down, revealing his boxers and his growing arousal. He let out another small, involuntary gasp, his face turning an even deeper red, if even possible.
"I-I haven't done this before.." he confessed, his voice trembling with embarrassment.
You offered him a reassuring smile as you gently caressed his inner thigh, your fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. "It's okay, I'll be gentle," you whispered, your breath hot against his thigh. Jungwon's mind was in a haze as he felt your hands slowly slide into his boxers, freeing his cock. He nodded slightly, biting his lip harder as he watched you with wide, innocent eyes. He had never felt this turned on before, this needy.
His breath hitched, and he threw his head back, biting his lip to stifle a strangled moan as you teased his slit with your thumb. His hips bucked slightly, seeking more of your touch, so you wrapped your hand around his length, feeling him twitch in your grasp. Jungwon's breath hitched, his body tense and trembling under your touch.
"Do you like that?" you purred, giving him another slow, deliberate stroke.
Jungwon could only nod, his panting becoming more pronounced as you continued to touch him. His body instinctively arched towards you, desperate for more friction, more pleasure. He let out a small moan as you increased your pace, his hips bucking up as he chased his release.
Your eyes never left his adorable gaze as you kissed a trail from his thigh to his hip, making him shiver. Slowly, you let your tongue trace a path along his shaft, starting at the base and moving upwards with agonizing slowness. Jungwon's entire body shuddered at the sensation, a soft moan escaping his lips. When you finally took him into your mouth, Jungwon let out a choked gasp, his hands flying to cover his mouth as if trying to contain his whiny sounds.
The warmth and wetness of your mouth overwhelmed him. "Oh, God," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I-I…"
"Does it feel good?" you asked teasingly.
Jungwon's head nodded slightly, his breathing growing heavier. "Y-yes," he managed to whisper, his voice breaking with the effort to speak.
Your eyes watched his every reaction, and you swirled your tongue around his tip before taking him deeper. His hands moved to grip the edge of the couch even tighter, his knuckles turning even whiter. He couldn't help the small whimpers and gasps that escaped his lips as you bobbed your head, taking more of him each time.
His hands moved from the couch to your hair, fingers tangling in your locks as he instinctively sought more. You hummed in response, the vibrations making him twitch against your tongue. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. You could feel his nervousness in how he trembled, yet his body responded instinctively, driven by pure desire.
You hollow your cheeks, increasing the suction as you take him deeper, feeling him hit the back of your throat. As you continued, you added your hand, stroking the base of his shaft in time with your movements. The combined sensations were almost too much for Jungwon to handle, and the boy could not stop squirming. His hands tightened in your hair, his hips bucking up towards you as he neared sensitivity.
As you continued to pleasure him, you could feel the tension building in his body. His hips bucked more, his whining increased, and his breathing became more erratic. "I-I think I'm going to…"
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Part 01 of 03 of one of the anon asks I got
thank you for the request anonie, I'm going to have so much fun writing the rest! <3
Tw: Fucking in public, creampie, female pronoun reader, sub! Hyunjin, whiney hyunjin, mentions of the other members knowing what they are doing 💀, mommy/Noona/misstres kink, Hyunjin being a shameless whore
Note: English is not my first language so forgive me if there are spelling errors!!! ☹️
It all started as a flirt, it was just a couple kissing and you supporting Hyunjin on the tour bus since of course your cute boyfriend couldn't think of anything else other than to take you to be Emotional support, hyunjin's hands were sweaty and his glasses were foggy.
Wow, you didn't even touch him well and he was already moaning in the kiss, the tongues went back and forth in a careless kiss, poor whoever saw them, the shock and surprise would take him to the grave But even with all the kisses in the world you didn't know how to calm Hyunjin down and even worse now that he was desperate for you "H-honey...please, I need it so much" He said almost in a pathetic gasp, he attached his crotch to your thigh trying to create friction on his hard cock.
"poor baby, you look so pathetic...you get horny for some kisses" Your tone was cruel and he knew it was true so in desperation he lunged at you, kissing you more furiously Making the task of breathing very complicated, after the intense exchange of saliva hyunjin began to beg "Please mommy! I been good all week, I haven't flirted with other girls, I haven't touched my cock, it's only yours" He said as he brought your hand closer to his rock hard cock, in the end you gave it a squeeze making Hyunjin let out a very lascivious moan, "Mommy! Please do it again..." He screamed while he insinuated himself
"nuh-uh, poor baby who really thinks Let me touch it" Hyunjin's face was devastated by your words, he clung to your arms, hands and even tried to rub against your thigh But you looked at him dirty and he knew he had to stop. Didn't it make it better seeing Jeongin and Han go back to where you were and you talking to them like it was nothing He exaggeratedly began to grab your arm like a baby Whispering the most perverted things anyone can think of "Mommy, tell them to go away and that we're busy...no kidding, We'll be having sex the whole way!' Or maybe whispering to you how hard it is "Come on mommy...I know you want it inside you too, mommy come on it's very hard and dripping just for you" After a while you stopped talking to the boys and in a change of position you had Hyunjin below you "You want to be a dirty whore, huh? Well, I guess you can handle being inside me but you can't cum." You said as you pulled out your soaked panties, the sight making Hyunjin's mouth water and just like you said Hyunjin entered inside you, letting out a moan that you had to silence.
The moans that Hyunjin let out while he fucked you were pornographic, but he tried to make them quieter, in any case you didn't help either by whispering things in his ear He was trying to be good and not cum but your pussy was practically absorbing him and squeezing him without letting go, it was the best thing that could have happened to him while he was on the bus, it wasn't going to last "Mommy, I'm going to cum!" He groaned, making Han Jisung turn around in the direction of the two of you Hyunjin's face was a fucked up expression, his eyes rolling back in his head as saliva and tears came out along with an obscene amount of moans The surprise was so much that he wished he had headphones like Seungmin, Hyunjin with one last thrust released all his load inside you
"I don't know what I expected from you, you dirty whore...but look now you have someone else to play with" You said while looking at han jisung.
Cw: fingering// reader calls felix good boy//reader fingers felix next to two of the members// cum eating
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Lino and hyunjin had invited you and felix to come and watch a movie with them whilst the other boys were out doing their own thing. Since you and lix had nothing better to do you both agreed and joined them in the living room.
You sat at the left end of the couch and pulled felix close to your side, letting him cuddle up with you. Hyunjin handed you both a blanket to get cozy under so you were both comfortable for the movie. As the movie began to play felix nuzzled his head into you more as you pull him impossibly closer to you. Hyun had his legs draped over linos lap whilst laid back against the arm of the chair and Lino had his legs stretched out onto the foot rest, his hands rested on hyunjins legs.
You began to get a little bored of the movie, fidgeting about uncomfortably before and idea popped into your head. It was risky, but you knew you'd have fun with it. Your free hand moved from your lap and onto felixs right thigh that was laying bent across yours. He didn't think anything of it until you began to stroke his thigh, inching your hand up closer to his butt.
He looked up at you a little confused at what you were doing. You just looked back at him and get moving your hand until it was rested on his ass. He could tell from the look in your eyes what you wanted. He decided to let you do your thing as he turned his attention back to the screen. You begin to knead his ass gently, caressing it every so often all the while making sure the other two didn't see what you were doing. Your hand moves from his butt to his crotch, gently cupping him in your palm and feeling how hard you've got him. He bites his lips as you palm him through his clothes, squeezing slightly earning a low groan from him.
You move his leg from your thigh and get him to adjust himself to and easier position to get your hand between his legs. You get him to pull down his pyjama bottoms slightly to make it easier, he tries his best to do it as sneakily as he can to not alert the other two boys. Once he has them moved down a little you wet one of your finger with your own spit, checking to see if one of the others are looking before sliding your hand between his legs. You circle around his hole a few times before sliding in your finger slowly. He bites his lip and grips onto your arm as you begin moving your finger inside of him.
You constantly check back and forward to make sure you don't get caught. You then decide to add a second finger into him, slowly pushing into him, struggling a little due to the lack of lubrication but still finally able to fully slip it in. His eyes flutter shut as you begin moving your fingers faster in him. His legs begin to shut around your hand as your press against his sweet spot, massing it with the pads of your fingers. He's trying so hard not to let out any noises as he grips onto your arm harder, burying his head into you shoulder and letting a quiet whine.
You kiss the top of his head as you continue to fuck him with you fingers a little faster, trying not to cause too much movement and accidentally catch the other boy's attention. He begins to whimper quietly into your shoulder as his hole clenches around your fingers, your constant pushing against his sweet spot had pushed him towards his orgasm fast. He moves his face closer to your ear as he warns you that he's about to cum. You just nod and continue your movements, pushing him closer and closer to his climax.
Suddenly his fingers dig into your arm, his eyes squeeze shut, his legs clamp around your hand as his mouth hangs open in a silent moan as his orgasm washes over him. His cum spills over his stomach as his body twitches slightly, little whimpers escaping his throat and his breath coming out heavy through his nose as you help him ride out his orgasm. "Good boy" you whisper to him as he finally calms down, regaining his breath slowly. You lay another kiss to his head before pulling your fingers out. You decide it would be too suspicious to take felix to the bathroom with you so you can clean him up to you take your two fingers and scoop up his cum on his tummy and cleaning it up with your tongue. He just watches you and giggles with a surprised look on his face. Once you've cleaned him up to give him a smile before continuing on watching the movie.
☆ sub! soobin, dom! reader, slightly dark content !!!, dubcon technically bc baby trapping, toxic behaviors (baby trapping is not okay you guys!!), riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, milking, use of the nicknames "angel" (extensive use) and "bunny", nipple play (like a lot)(both receiving), tit sucking, breeding kink
☆ soobin is worried that one day he'll have to choose between his relationship and his career. you make sure that he never has to
// heyyy...how's everybody doing? (´∀｀；)
you should be ashamed of what you’re about to do, for what you’ve been doing. throwing away the condoms and riling up your poor little boyfriend all day so that when you tell him not to cum, you know you’re setting him up for failure. his desperate cries of “please please please” doing nothing as you grind down on his pulsating cock.
“come on, angel. you can do better than this, can’t you?” you ask softly, raking your nails over his chest and hard nipples. he writhes underneath you at the touch, letting out weak noises as he shuts his eyes in a desperate attempt to concentrate. it prevents him from seeing your smug expression at his struggle, sighing contentedly as you grind your clit down into his pelvis.
“can’t,” he pants, bunny lips red and slick from all the foreplay and subconscious biting he does while trying to quiet himself down. “please, I really don’t think I can,” soobin whimpers, opening his glossy eyes to look up at you. you groan at the sight, the blonde so pretty and pathetic underneath you that it makes him cry out when you roughly grind your hips down again.
“you’re gonna cum already?” you ask, watching as he quickly nods, lashes fluttering when you don’t even stop your pace to talk to him. “but I’m not gonna cum yet,” you sigh, rotating your hips in a slow circle. you reach a hand down to card through soobin’s hair, pushing the sweaty bangs on his forehead out of the way. “you have to get punished if you don’t do what I tell you, you know this,” you patronize, grabbing a fistful of the strands so that you can lightly shake his head side to side.
he whines at both your words and the slightly disorienting feeling, desperate to please but so desperate for release after what you’ve already put him through. he recognizes the word punishment, and if he wasn’t crying already, he’s sure he would’ve teared up because he’s trying so hard to be good. it feels so unfair, and he doesn’t even know that it’s because you made sure it would be unfair for him.
knowing that he’s being set up for failure makes something inside you bask at the control. it’s bad that you’re lying to him; it’s even worse that you’re making such a big decision without even considering what he wants, but isn’t it for the better? he’s been growing so much as an idol, more and more of your shared time spent on rescheduled dates and rushed intimacy.
you know he’s been stressed; you can help with that. but you also know that lately he’s been growing less and less confident that he’ll be able to still be the love of your life, along with being a successful idol.
you’d never make soobin choose between you and his dream. instead, you decided to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to choose. your sweet boyfriend, sweet soobin who would probably condemn himself to the furthest circle of hell before he abandoned his girlfriend and child. sweet soobin, who wouldn’t think of leaving you or your kid because he’s just too good of a person to do it.
it just makes sense; it was the only other option besides forcing soobin to quit his true passion (which probably wouldn’t work in the first place), and you just didn’t have the heart to do it. besides, even if being pregnant would be a less than wonderful experience, you’d be able to do it if it were for soobin. you’d go through the weeks with only facetime calls and the texted ‘i love you’s for him and your future child.
imagining your baby with soobin’s bright eyes and adorable dimples makes your heart fond. knowing that he'd be forced to forever come back home to you makes you determined.
“don’t want a punishment, wanna be good,” soobin whimpers out from beneath you, causing you to sigh in mock pity. you let both your hands fall to hold his face, his cheeks wet with both dried and fresh tears. he’s always been a pretty crier.
“bad boys have to get their punishment,” you explain softly, not being able to stop the small smile on your lips when soobin only responds with a high-pitched and needy whine. “even if they’re trying to be good,” you hum, letting your hands trail down his neck as you continue the moment of your hips. “surely you’re not trying to get out of your punishment,” you suggest, adding a tiny mocking gasp to your words.
quickly, the blonde shakes his head. “n-no, would never!” he exclaims, eyes squeezed shut as your nails rake down his shoulders and slip to his collarbones. “wanna be good, wanna be really—” the words get caught in his throat the moment your hands trail down from the dip of his collarbones to his perky nipples.
the reaction is immediate. a sob of anguish is ripped from his throat, his back unintentionally arching as his hips thrust up to meet yours. "no, no, no, please,” he tries to plead, head thrown back, and the hands that somehow found themselves on your waist leave a bruising grip. you ignore his cries, rolling his sensitive nipples under the pads of your thumbs.
“if I didn’t know any better, i’d think you were about to cum, angel,” you say casually, only receiving a choked noise from soobin as he thrashes underneath you. it’s amusing, the way you bounce on top of him as a result of his desperate attempts to escape. he's so fucked-out that he doesn’t even realize that he’s working against his own interests, slamming harder and deeper into your warm cunt every time you come back down.
“[your name], please, i can’t—i can’t!” he doesn’t even manage to finish forming his words before he’s shaking underneath you, the hands on your waist holding you down firmly as he thrusts up one last time. a chorus of moans and whimpers make their way to your ears as you watch Soobin’s face. his eyes are shut tight, a few stray tears making their way past his pretty lashes from the force.
you feel him shoot warm ropes of cum inside you. it’s messy and gross, and it’s just the way you wanted it as you stop your ministrations on his nipples. tutting and shaking your head, you bring a hand up to tap his cheek.
soobin opens his eyes at the cue, his pathetic gaze pleading and apologetic as he stares at your faux frown. your brows furrow as you look down at him, sighing dramatically as you pull back to sit down properly on his now-softening cock. “look what you did…” you scold, already feeling the way his cum is trickling out of you to form a disgusting mix of fluids at the base of where the two of you meet.
“i’m sorry,” soobin chokes out, lips trembling as you smooth your fingers over adam’s apple.
“i know,” you respond simply, placing your hands back on his tits. He shudders as you resume playing with his nipples, letting out a whimper when you start to ride him without warning. his hands fall from your waist, and soobin’s embarrassed to think about how the way you’re using him like your own personal fuck toy is making his sensitive dick harden all over again.
“tell me what you’re thinking,” you breathe, soft pants leaving your lips as you adjust your pace to finally chase after your own orgasm rather than soobin’s. a strangled noise builds up in soobin’s throat at the sight of your tits bouncing, and the hand that you end up placing on his thigh for a better angle heats up his skin.
“sensitive,” he manages to say after a few moments, struggling to process the pleasure that leaves his spine tingling. his dick is hard again, struggling to keep up with how your pussy swallows him, uncaring of what he’s feeling as you grind your clit onto him for the friction. “m’ not gonna last,” he tries to warn you, voice climbing into a higher pitch when you abandon the bouncing to roll your hips back and forth.
“that’s okay, baby,” you reassure him, grabbing his hands and moving them so that his palms are full of your breasts. “you’re not supposed to,” you simper, groaning in satisfaction when Soobin obeys your silent demands and starts to play with your nipples. he swallows thickly, dick twitching inside of you as the flesh of your breast spills out between his fingers.
“i don’t wanna get punished,” he insists, thumbing over your nipples despite his conviction. you smile at his words, cooing softly as you place your palms back on his toned stomach. your shadow looms over him, and like this you’re given a clear view as to how soobin’s gaze seems transfixed on your breasts, the pervert.
“baby, your punishment’s already begun,” you inform him, voice sweet despite your intentions of milking him dry. this information finally snaps soobin out of his daze, brown eyes catching yours with an almost comical look of shock and dismay.
“but–”
“mm-mm, no buts,” you chastise, placing a hand over your boyfriend’s mouth to halt his complaints. “you get what you deserve, you take what I give you,” you remind him coldly. you can feel the way Soobin chokes on a tiny sob underneath your palm, his saliva slicking up your hand and no doubt making a mess out of his mouth as he struggles not to buck up into the overstimulating pleasure of your warm cunt.
“that’s it,” you praise as he goes pliant and silent underneath you, minus the whines and groans that get muffled. “you’re gonna let me milk your pretty little cock, since apparently all you’re good for is cumming inside and making a mess,” you tell him, removing your hand from his mouth and wiping the mess of saliva on the bed sheets next to you.
“not all I’m good for,” he whines in protest, making you hiss in pain when he accidentally squeezes your breasts too hard.
“yeah? what else are you good for?” you ask tauntingly, raking your nails down the expanse of his stomach and enjoying the small mewl that slips past his lips at the pain. “good at looking pretty and fucked out? good at laying down and letting me have my way with you?” you list off, endeared by the small glare soobin manages to give you through his teary eyes.
“all you have to be good at right now is taking your punishment and making me feel good. is that too much to ask for?” you huff, leaning down to brush your lips against his cute ones.
“is that too much, angel?” You ask, hands reaching up to hold on to his shoulders.
“no,” he groans in response, leaning up to capture your lips with his in a way that distracts you with fondness. normally a sweet kisser, soobin is messy. his saliva wets your lips as he barely manages to keep the two of you together, some of his own drool making its way down his chin. it’s adorably pathetic, the way it takes so much effort just to kiss you while you fuck him dumb.
“i'm already close again,” he whines pitifully into your mouth.
you don’t respond, sliding one of your hands back down to meanly grab one of his nipples and twist, and it’s all it takes before soobin cums with a cry. his hands fall off your chest, one grasping desperately at the pillow under his head while the other twists in your sheets. he’s hiccuping through each breath, and all you can think about is how you’d do anything to keep him all to yourself forever.
you hum in appreciation as you watch him—the way his eyes screw close and his nose scrunches as his back arches off the bed. his cum is still warm inside of you, and you wait for his body to stop shuddering and drop back down before you grip his shoulders and start to chase your own release.
soobin gasps in sensitivity at the movement, warm hands flying up to grab at your waist in a futile attempt to slow you down.
“wait, ’m sensitive, [your name] please, it hurts,” he cries, and it's all in vain as you do your best to milk him for a third.
you ride him with just a bit more desperation than usual. it’s already been too many weeks since you’ve been off birth control. you don’t even realize how hard you’re staring at soobin, as if you’re trying to memorize every detail of his face in the case that all your efforts go out the window and this is the last time you see him. that’s until another tear slips out of soobin’s eye, and you know that you’d never let that happen, idol career be damned.
cooing, you lean down and lick the tear off his cheek, your pretty little boyfriend whining at the wet sensation. “i thought i put your hands somewhere,” you comment offhandedly, watching soobin’s eyes flutter in confusion before his brain catches up to your intentions. with a small groan, soobin’s hands are back on your tits, and you laugh at the way his cock twitches in your cunt.
“think you can you give me one more?” you ask sweetly condescendingly, placing a wet kiss on the same cheek you’ve already defiled. soobin can only pout, giving you a quivering nod as his thumb covers your nipple, eyes fixated on it.
determinedly, you pick up your pace on soobin’s cock. he’s semi-hard, but he’s whimpering and whining and he’s twitching from overstimulation, despite the fact that he still makes a valiant effort to get hard again. his stamina was pretty decent, but you’re set on milking a third out of him.
“just—just go a little slower, please,” he begs, limbs growing heavy and he’s struggling to keep a solid grip on your tit as you bounce.
“if you have the mouth to complain, you might as well suck on them,” you scowl, grabbing a fistful of blonde hair just to hear soobin’s gasp when you yank his head up.
“can’t be a good little breeding bitch when all you do is complain instead of cum,” you add on, soobin whimpering at the harsh words. his lips are in a wobbly frown, and with much effort he lifts himself high enough to sloppily take your nipple into his mouth. he desperately kneads the other with his hand, and you let yourself moan at the disgusting visual of soobin’s drool running down his chin and onto your chest.
“so messy,” you comment, using both of your hands to keep soobin’s head up to your chest as you ride him. sometimes you pull the strands of his hair to see him jerk, guiding him to your other nipple as your thighs burn and your speed begins to slow.
he’s hard inside of you, and there’s an embarrassing amount of cum frothing at the entrance of your cunt. there’s fluids all over soobin’s cock and pelvis, and you can’t help the way you drag your clit through the wet filth as you slow your hips into a grind.
“angel,” you gasp, pulling Soobin off your nipple with a loud ‘pop’ so that he can look at you with his fucked-out gaze. he hums in acknowledgement, going pliant in your hold once your hands slide down to cup his face in both palms.
"help me cum,” you demand, and soobin only needs a few seconds before he’s wordlessly dragging a thumb over your clit as you pick up your pace. you lean down to kiss him, taking a lip between your teeth and tugging as his eyes threaten to flutter shut once more.
and it only takes a few more moments with the dizzying drag of soobin’s thumb over your puffy clit before you’re moaning into his mouth and riding through your orgasm. soobin answers you with his own soft moan, the noise breaking into a weak sob as your pussy clenches down on him. he cums inside of you for the third time with a weak pulse of his cock, giving you one more peck on the lips before he falls back onto the sheets tiredly.
you huff in amusement as you straddle him, catching your breath before you roll over to drop down next to him and let him slip out of you. there’s a wet squelch that follows, but you’re too busy trying to catch your breath before a cuddly soobin quickly begins to latch onto your side. your heart aches at the affection, and you turn to face him so that he can bury his face under your chin. his hair tickles your nose.
“good job, baby. took your punishment so well,” you praise softly, running your fingers through his hair to try and soothe the way you kept tugging on it earlier. soobin hums in contentment, an arm wrapping over your waist to tug you closer.
“you called me your breeding bitch,” he pouts into your shoulder, making you chuckle.
“you like it. maybe you’ll even get me pregnant,” you joke, dead serious. soobin snorts at the implication, still unaware of the fact that you two are actually trying with every time you fuck him into the mattress.
“maybe. we’d have cute kids,” he shrugs, and you hold onto him just a bit tighter.
“you think so?”
“'course,” Soobin yawns. “can’t go wrong with my genes,” he brags cheekily, and you give him a light smack on the shoulder that he whines about.
when you actually tell him around 4 weeks later that you’re pregnant, soobin swears that the world around him goes completely quiet. then he’s a stuttering, disbelieved, and stressed-out mess over the phone.
“what do you mean you're pregnant? i thought you were on birth control?” and you lie easily, telling him that this must’ve been one of those rare cases where the medication didn't work.
then there’s a long pause, and you’re worried that soobin might actually make you march up to a clinic and correct this mess of a situation before you’re met with the telltale hiccup of soobin’s ugly cry. you immediately hush him and reassure him that it’s alright, that everything will be fine.
soobin feels terrible; he feels so guilty that he hadn’t been mindful enough about cleaning up and showering after sex. he feels like he’s ruined your youth and that he’s burdened you with a child, even though the two of you aren’t even married yet. you tell him it’s ok, that you don’t blame him and that you’re willing to make this work. soobin promises to come see you as soon as he can and promises to faceTtme the moment he gets off work to properly talk about all that’s going to happen. he’s calmed down with your words and reassurance, but you can tell he’s still frazzled.
the last thing you say to him is “i love you," but before that, you can’t help but joke that, hey, at least our baby’s guaranteed to be cute with your genes.
-- first off, he is 100% a sub. i cannot imagine him as anything other than a sub. like i physically cannot.
-- he's kind of a brat, but not on purpose. he's very whiny and needy and needs to be touched all the time, so when you tell him he isn't allowed to touch, or that you can't fuck him right now because you're busy, he's going to whine and pout and keep begging anyway even after you've already told him no :(
-- other than that, he generally tries to be a good boy. he's just a little impatient and needs you 24/7. sure, he likes being punished when the punishments don't involve orgasm denial but he'd rather be good for you most of the time.
-- LOUD. oh my god he's so fucking loud. he has no volume control, either. touching him in a public setting is pretty much torture for him, because he physically cannot keep quiet. if he tries to, either by biting down on his lip or having a hand clasped over his mouth (yours or his) he begins to tear up a little bit from how hard it is not to make noise.
-- loves being degraded! call him a loser, a pervert, disgusting, a slut, a whore, a bitch, and he'll cum so fast. you can call him just about any name in the book and he'll get turned on by it.
-- he loves praise too, just not as much as degradation. he really loves feeling like a whore, but if you praise him too he'll definitely blush.
-- clingy! he can be without you and likes to have his own space but he prefers to be with you most of the time. he's touchy, too. physically clings onto you when he wants your attention.
-- was a bit unsure when you wanted to peg him for the first time, he was worried that it'd hurt too much (see more on that here) but as soon as he felt the stretch of your toy filling up his tight little hole he fell in love with it -- because of how much it hurt, and not in spite of it. yeah, he's a size queen and a painslut, who could've seen that coming. mark begs you to fuck him with one of your biggest toys. he loves it the most when he's in pain. all it takes is a couple of thrusts from you and your almost unrealistically sized dildo and he's cumming all over himself :(
-- mark is a total free use slut. he loves when you just come up behind him and reach into his sweatpants, palming at his sensitive little cock :( or forcing him onto his knees and making him eat you out right then and there, no matter what he was doing. he especially likes to pretend he isn't into it and beg for you to stop touching him! he loves being on the recieving end of cnc. loves when you tie him to the bed and ride his cock until he cries and begs for you to get off of him, and loves even more when you tell him to shut up and let you keep using him.
-- into light feminization. realized he got turned on by it when you called him a good girl while he sucked on your strap, somewhat by accident, and he choked out a muffled moan around the toy in response.
-- most of the kinks he's into, he didn't know he was into until he got with you. he was practically a virgin when he met you :( and you knew he was kind of innocent when it came to the world of sex, and you pretty much molded him into the slut that he is today.
ME & YOU ; you and haechan hook up for the first time
prefaces switch; can stand alone.
n_fw, wc4754 (+1049 word bonus). switch!haechan (he’s sub-leaning here but such a little lowkey brat about it), minor flirting, friends to lovers/first hook up. minor power play, cum play/eating, jacking off/hand job, dirty talk/teasing, nipple play, he moans and whimpers a lot thanks god, aftercare suggested…it’s am list wholesome someone lol. i tried to keep so chill but in a perfect world he really gets so wet like a girl like it’s inconvenient sometimes but fuck if it isn’t hot…yeah. I’m head cannoning that
a_n: it’s kinda long so if there are any mistakes pls lmk.
“Are you staying?”
Haechan stares at you as though he hasn’t heard the question, and you find yourself smiling over the confirmation that you really do have that much power over him.
It’s been a joke between your mutual friends for the last few weeks -though it’s really been months, if you’re honest-, his increased interest in you oddly endearing in that he gets so distracted that he completely fucking blanks for seconds at a time. Like a school boy clueless about how to handle his first crush.
You turn the lock on your door, laughing at the way the sound seems to snap him out of his daze. As he nervously looks between you and the only exit, you go on to say, “You’re free to leave. I just don’t want anyone to come back…”
“You want…just you and me?”
You offer him a soft smile as you come to stand in front of him, head tilting thoughtfully before you boldly raise a hand to cradle his cheek. He stutters on a breath, eyes searching yours, but you don’t give much away as you stroke your thumb over the curve of his cheek.
“Cute,” you smirk as you sidestep to make your way past him. “Yes, Haechan. Just me and you.”
He catches your wrist, eyes not quite meeting yours when you look back at him. “Noona,” he breathes. “Do you know—”
The question causes you to laugh as you twist out of his hold and make your way over the couch. “I do,” you plainly admit , tugging your phone from your pocket and tucking it under your thigh as you sit down. “You haven’t been particularly shy about it.” You pat the spot next to you. “I think it’s sweet. Especially since I like you, too.”
“You like me, too?” He questions, coming to stand over you. His gaze is unfocused, pupils wide, and you wonder for a moment if he’s still drunk. It’s been hours since you watched him have his last beer. But, his face isn’t flushed (beyond the endearing sunburn he has from forgetting to reapply sunscreen) and he isn’t slurring his words. “You know what I want from you?”
“I don’t fuck my friends.” You draw your elbow along the back of the couch. “For the record.”
It’s been a little over a year since you met Haechan at dinner with mutual friends. You’ve slowly become friendly enough with everyone in their little group, which is how you’d ended up on a group vacation with them. (It’s also how you’d ended up at lunch with Chenle a few weeks ago. You weren’t particularly close to him, but you’d been curious enough when he invited you out; he’d ended up giving you a crash course in all things Haechan, and most importantly informing you that he’s a lot more tender than he appears to be.
You weren’t particularly unaware of that fact, especially since he’d only just broken up with his longterm partner around the time you’d met, but -according to everyone- he’s been returning to his old self ever since, and the completely ray that he is is hard to miss) But, there was something different about the man standing over you right now, making you slightly more fond of him then you were the other younger members of the friend group.
Admitting that you like him is easy. More so given the fact that his crush on you is so obvious…and confirmed by both Johnny, your close friend, and Chenle, his. Much easier than you imagine anything going forward is going to be.
“I don’t want to be your friend,” he admits, swallowing thickly. He sits down, at your feet rather than next to you on the couch, leaning into the cushions and your leg imploringly. “Unless that’s all I can be.”
“Is that so?”
“I…I’ve learned. And grown. A lot,” he admits, as though he hadn’t expected such a question. “Since we met. I’ve come to terms with my last relationship, with myself…and I have a clear head…if you can consider my thoughts being clouded by you clear headed.”
“Not at all.”
He laughs, cheeks darkening shyly even under his sunburn. “Has it really been that obvious?”
“You blank out sometimes. It’d be weird, but I’m nterested in you.”
He -incredibly cutely- lays his head on your thigh, eyes closing for a moment before opening a little clearer than before. “I’m trying to be normal about it.”
“What can I do to help?”
He trembles. Fucking trembles, as though it’s a normal thing for a grown man to do while confessing. “Can tonight not count? I think I could think straight.”
“If you fucked me?”
It’s a trick question, really. Or, rather, a curious one. No one has flat out told you Haechan is submissive, and his bright, charming personality doesn’t exactly spell it out, but there are somethings that are hard for you to miss. And the fact that he’s accepted your invitation to join you on the couch by sitting at your feet all but seals the deal. You just need him to clarify exactly how much he wants you to know up front.
He doesn’t answer right away, though. So you take the opportunity to comb through his hair. It’s soft through your fingers -fluffy and a little more textured than normal thanks to the salty, ocean breeze-, forcing you to resist the urge to tighten your grip and tilt his head for him to look at you. The urge only worsens when he moans at the feel of your nails along his scalp.
Thankfully, he pulls away to sit back on his heels as he considers your question. “Can I kiss you?”
Haechan’s mouth tastes like pineapples. It’s sweet and surprising and as his tongue swipes at the seam of your lips you decide that it fits him exactly.
One kiss turns into another. And another, and—
His mouth tastes like pineapple and his lips are soft and eager, hungry in a way you haven’t experienced in a long time. Greedy as he licks into your mouth and strokes your tongue with his. Even his hands come up to play, his arms curling around your waist and fingers sneaking under your shirt as he maneuvers himself between your thighs.
He inches higher and higher, fingertips warm as he trails your sides and back before ghosting the front edge of your bra. You catch his wrist to stop him, a smile playing on your lips when he pulls away with a needy, borderline pathetic groan.
“Noona—”
“Haechan,” you counter, your free hand forcing him to look up at you. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“That easy?”
You grin. “Sure.”
“I-I want whatever you want.”
You lean in to kiss him, smiling against his lips when he tries to take it too far. “Not good enough.”
He blinks a few times. “I just want— well, can you…”
“Do you want me to touch you, Haechan?”
“Yes.”
“Was that so hard?” You kiss him again, easing your hold on his wrist. “Are you feeling shy?”
“No. Nervous.” He swallows, eyes focused on your lips before he looks back up at you. “I don’t want to cross any lines. In case.”
“Cute.” You sit back. “We won’t go too far…” You rest your foot on his knee, smirking at the way his breathing deepens as you slowly slide up his thigh and pause at the crease. He’s already hard, his dark sweatshorts doing nothing to hide the thick length of him. “Stoplight system, though.”
“Yeah,” he licks his lips. “Ok.”
“Good boy.”
“Fuck,” he pants, hips shifting as he stops himself from squirming too much.
You slip under his shirt. “Take this off…Good job, baby.
“I didn’t know you were this fit. You were so distracting all day, you know? So pretty under the sun. So cute sneaking glances at me, too. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
You slide forward and use both hands to ghost your fingertips across his collarbones and trail down his chest to tease his nipples. His eyes fall closed as he whimpers under your touch, amusingly sensitive.
“What did you do when you snuck off?”
“W-when?”
You laugh. “You know when, Haechan.”
He meets your gaze, surprisingly focused as he says, “And you know, Noona…I was p-pretty and distracting? You looked —haa, f-fuck—, looked so good. And you flirted with Doyoung-hyung all day.”
You giggle at the way he pouts, teasing him by pinching both nipples before allowing your hands to slide in opposite directions on his chest. “He and I are friends,” you remind him as one hand settles in his shoulder. Drawing your thumb up and down the column of his throat, you go on to say, “You didn’t answer my question.”
Your other hand settles on his lower stomach, two fingers slipping into his waistband before stopping. He whimpers pathetically, hips canting up in search of relief.
“I touched myself i-in the bathroom…please, Yn-noona. Keep going.”
You push just a little lower, fingers parting around the base of his cock, and the breath he lets out leaves a thrill passing through you that you have to swallow back carefully as you continue to draw your thumb back and forth over the swell of his throat. “Did you cum?”
“Yeah.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“You.” He drops your gaze. “Of course. I-it’s been you for a long time.”
You hum thoughtfully before pulling him in for one more kiss. “Come,” you tell him as you sit back and pat the seat next to you. “If you stay down there the only things you’re going to get to fuck is my feet.”
He moans, fingers stroking over your toes before he says, “That’s not even my thing, but–” he laughs, climbing up next to you “–everything about noona drives me crazy…”
You shut him up with a kiss, hand coming up to guide his mouth to yours before you let your fingertips trail his body, exploring every inch of bare skin but ultimately coming back to his nipples. And he responds beautifully, moaning into your mouth as his own hands pass nervously over your body, as though he doesn’t want to linger too long in one place.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you remind him, kissing down his cheek and jaw. “You can touch me, too…don’t hold back.”
He groans, hands settling on your waist as his head falls onto your shoulder. “Noona, that’s…”
You encourage him to look at you, hands gentle on his face as your eyes meet his. “Trust me to stop you.”
Haechan searches your face for a breath or two before he’s on you, pushing you into the arm of the couch and fitting himself between your thighs. His kiss is all consuming now, the weight of him adding to it. It’s perfectly distracting and overwhelming and you find yourself moaning into his mouth, surprised by the dominant edge you feel burning with every stroke of his tongue to yours.
“No question,” he pants, kissing your cheek and jaw. A hand sneaks under your shirt, fingers splayed as his thumb rubs circles to your skin. “I trust you.”
He moans into your skin, hand slipping from under your shirt to catch your wrist. His eyes meet yours as he guides your hand down his stomach, his breath catching in his throat amusingly when you continue further, fingers dipping under his waistband for a second time.
His lashes flutter against his cheeks and hips buck, a sweetest of sound seeming to get punched from him at your featherlight touch. “Noona…”
“So sensitive.”
“I thought about how good you’d feel under me,” he admits, whimpering a little as you continue to tease him. “Soft and sweet…about you begging me, too.”
“Me?” You question, voice quietly amused. “I begged you?”
He flashes a grin as his eyes meet yours. “To cum.”
You smile, too, a laugh of disbelief slipping from you. “Cute,” you admit, running through the possibilities in your mind. “Be a good boy and take your pants off, Haechan.”
He trembles. Again. And it’s just as delicious as the first time as he wastes no time in kicking off his shorts and boxers. His dick is hard and thick and rests heavily on your stomach as he leans back over you, his mouth closing in yours again before he breathily asks, “Can I undress you, too?”
The shorts you’re wearing are short enough, but you still amuse him by lifting your hips just enough. “Shorts,” you tell him, and he’s tugging them off of you almost instantly. His hands are warm and curious over your thighs, fingers light as he skims the edge of your underwear -a simple, cotton pair with a lace trim; the kind you and plenty of other women wear almost everyday, but it doesn’t stop him from staring as though he’s never seen a girls underwear before. “My tshirt, too…”
His eyes snap up to yours for a moment before he carefully tugs your shirt up and over your head. The bra you have on leaves very little to the imagination -it’s flimsy sleepwear at best-, and his eyes devour you through the dark mesh, his hands immediately coming up to cup your breasts and thumb your nipples to peak.
“Shit,” he breathes. “You’re perfect. I- I want to taste you.”
Your eyes search his for a moment before distracting him by rolling your hips into his. “Let me see you stroke yourself, baby. Your cock is so pretty. Just like you, hmm?”
He makes another choked sound, face flushing deeper, but still does as told with no hesitation. You continue to slowly roll your hips, the feeling of his strong thighs flexing under yours driving you crazy, especially as he starts to do the same.
“Spit on it,” you tell him, making a show of skimming your fingers up your body and teasing your tits. “Good boy, baby. Using your pre, too… that’s really sexy. So messy…”
“Fuck,” he pants as you free your breasts from your bra. “Fuck- Noona. I wanna- haaa, shit, babyyy,” he hisses when you swipe a bit of pre up and tease it over your pebbled nipples. “L-let me lick it, please.”
“Wanna suck your cum off of me? I should have known you were a dirty boy…Come.” You guide him down. “Look at me as you suckle.”
He moans over your choice of words, causing you to tremble as his eyes meet yours and lips close around your nipple. His mouth is hot and tongue smart as he takes you, his knuckles dragging against your stomach with every stroke of his fist over his cock.
You moan softly at the feeling, hands coming up to brush his hair away from his face. His lashes flutter at your touch, another whimper slipping from him, and you watch in almost sick fascination as he gets himself off. He’s greedy and needy: his little sighs and whimpers following yours as if he’s incapable of keeping quiet, and his actions are overindulgent, edging on desperate in the way he sucks you and fucks his fist, his hips rocking in time with yours in a way that leaves you clenching around nothing.
“Go slow,” you guide him.
He makes a sound of discontent, but ultimately does as told. Your entire body feels hot with desire as you watch him, pooling in your midsection and worsening with every swipe of his tongue or shift of his hips. Your own head even feels simultaneously light and clouded with lust, briefly distracting you from him long enough for you realize—
“Noona,” he moans, tongue stroking across your skin as he switches breasts. His eyes are perfectly focused, attention heavily placed as though he knows, and you can’t help but laugh in awe of him. “Don’t forget…”
“Don’t forget what, baby?” You ask, letting one of your hands trail down his body. He loses a little of his intensity, then, seeming to get out of his head long enough to turn back into the person who was just sitting at your feet. It’s perfectly fascinating to watch, edging desire deeper under your skin.
“I trust you…” His lashes flutter briefly against his cheeks, a small moan escaping him as you feel him twist his fist over the head of his cock. “With me. I trust you with me…don’t let me–”
You crane your neck to kiss him, effectively shutting him up, and find yourself smiling at him when he pulls away to suck in a breath. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you tell him as you accept he more-or-less needs to be put in his place for him to behave.
It’s impressive that he’d even been able to back you into your own corner -however briefly-, but you’ve already decided how this evening is going. A battle of wills wasn’t a part of your plans. No matter how curious you are about his ability to lead.
“I thought you wanted to be my good boy this evening, hmm? Wanted to get what you asked for…”
He swallows. “I am. I do…I’m yours- your good boy.”
Your hand covers his, punching a gasp from him as you tighten your grip. “Relax, then, baby.” He whimpers. “Let me take care of you…”
His grip slips from under yours and he shifts to support himself with both arms on your arm rest, caging you in as he noses along your cheek and jaw. “Please…”
He moans beautifully, cock throbbing in your hand as you mimic the way you’d watched him stroke himself. The sound bleeds into the neediest, most wonderful cry when you use your free hand to tease his nipples, your name falling from his lips like a gentle prayer.
“Pretty, Haechan,” you praise him, slowly changing the rock of your hips to match the stroke of your first over him. He notices, his own hips stuttering as he whimpers just under your ear. “Yeah? Gonna cum from noona jerking you off? ‘n playing with your nipples?”
“Yes,” he admits shamelessly.
You tilt your head to kiss his throat, smiling at the way he moans, pre attempting to drip from him. You swipe it up quickly, drawing it down the length of his cock before swiping up some of what’s on your stomach, too. “That’s so sweet…”
“You feel so much better…soft n’ warm…squeeze a little tighter over the tip– fuckkk, just like that, baby. Yn-noona, you feel so good like this…”
“Under you,” you smile, fingertips skimming up from his nipple to draw across his lips. He sucks them into his mouth with an indulgent moan, the sigh that follows making it seem as though he’d been waiting for it. “Please cum, Haechan,” you murmur, a teasing tone just barely edging in your voice.
“I want it. I want to feel you cumming…all over my fingers and stomach. I’ve thought about it so many times, baby,” you admit, kissing him once more as he begins to thrust his hips a little harder into your fist. You meet him, moaning softly into his ear as you feel his arm shift, curling possessively around your head as he wordlessly encourages you to watch alongside him. “You felt so good sucking yourself off my tits, too, baby–”
“Fucking hell,” Haechan pants, laughing a little as he balances the weight of your fingers on his tongue. “You’re perfect…”
“Yeah?” You smile teasing your thumb over his head and squeezing with every upstroke. “This is my first time, I think…begging someone to cum.” The way he moans around your fingers leaves you sighing in pleasure, core throbbing from the weight of him over you. “But I wanna feel you do it, baby–”
“T-tell me,” he says around your fingers, and you pull them out just enough for him to clarify: “You thought about it…”
You push a little deeper, loving the way he gags and moans. The way he throbs in your palm and drips on your stomach. You squeeze the tip a little harder, laughing at the way cum pearls. “Ohhh, baby. Fuuuck, Haechan. You’re better, you know? Than how I thought of you…
“But it was like this. You, all pretty and needy while I stroked your cock. You beg more in my dreams-”
“I’ll beg,” he says, too quickly. You pull your fingers from his mouth and curl your arm under his, ghosting up his back before slipping into his hair from behind. “I’ll beg, noona, please–”
“Accept what I’m offering you now, baby…” You stumble mentally over the decision to use if or when before opting to just breathily add, “…this happens again and I won’t be so nice to you. Certainly won’t be begging you for anything.”
He huffs out a laugh. “A little faster…ha, yesss…I’m so close–”
“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?”
“Mmm. All over you, noona.” His hold on you tightens, hips fucking into you in a way that causes you to stop pumping your fist. Your gaze is perfectly focused, and you’re loath to admit that you’re trembling now, but, you are. Between his little sounds and the way he greedily takes what he wants, you can’t help yourself. He really is better than you’d imagined…prettier, too.
(Trickier as well, because of the way he’s decided to lay over you. If your thighs being draped over his as though he’s fucking you properly wasn’t enough to prove it, the way he’s folded himself over you and caged you in, the back of your head cradled in the crook of his arm to keep your eyes on every stroke of his cock certainly is. You almost laugh, because you certainly never expected him to attempt to challenge you, yet here he is: carefully and curiously commanding. Or, rather, demanding.)
“Are you w-watching?”
You laugh, turning your head to kiss his face. “Are you?” Your fingers tighten in his hair, causing him to whimper. “Your cock looks so pretty” –he groans, rubbing his face into your shoulder, your name soft on his lips— “so hard and thick, hmm? And the tip is so flushed, baby. Flushed and glossy with cum. Making such a mess on me and making me beg you for it?”
He shifts slightly, angling his hips so the head of his cock hits the plush of your stomach. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I’ll cl-clean you up, promise. Please, noona– baby–”
“What are you begging for, hmm? You upset because I’m not stroking your cock?”
He laughs, the sound turning into a moan as you go back to stroking him. “Yeah,” he pants, his pace slowing to match yours. It drags a longer moan from him before he breathes your name in beautiful, breathily desperation that you’re upset you can’t see on his face. But, his thighs clench and abs jump and you swear you can feel him grow a breath harder in your grasp. “You pr-promised, noona.”
You can’t help but laugh a little, “You’re the one who started fucking my fist, baby. I’m not going to reward bad behavior…and now you sound like you’re going to cry.”
“Faster,” he tells you, voice perfectly pathetic. “Fuck, baby. Just a little– hnnng, yesss. I’m–”
“Please cum for me, Haechan. I wan’it– need it so bad. ‘n I love how fuckin’ wet you are, baby. Haa,” you laugh a little at the way he holds you tighter, cum starting to drip from him as his breathing grows faster. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re a messy boy, hmmm? It makes you so easy…”
“N-no,” he tells you, voice a little hesitant and distracted. “…not easy.”
“Not easy,” you agree, nails dragging comfortingly over his scalp.
“Just ready f-for you,” he breathes before you can correct yourself. “When– oh, Yn, a little slower and t-tighter at the head.”
“Like that?”
He hums in pleasure, panting into your neck before saying, “For you. Whenever you n-need it.”
You grin. “Perfect, Haechan. You're right, baby. Ready for me to take care of- oh,” you gasp, feeling ropes of cum against your skin. He moans and cries into your shoulder as though he hadn’t expected it, the sounds so sweet and mind numbing that you realize you have to hear it again and again and again.
“Good boy,” you praise, legs gripping at his sides as he fucks into your fist. You continue to praise and stroke him, teasing and squeezing every last drop from him until your stomach and chest are covered in cum and his free hand is gripping at your wrist to stop you. “Too much, baby?”
He nods, groaning when you gently let him go. His cock rests heavily on your stomach, half hard as he catches his breath. “Fuck, Yn. Noona–”
“You did so well for me, Haechan. Listening and telling me what you needed. I…”
He kisses at your shoulder and throat as he eases his hold on you, letting go of your wrist in favor of cradling your cheek in his hand. “You?”
You consider if it’s worth admitting that you actually loved the way he held you, the intimacy of it reinforcing the fact that you really are interested in him as a man and partner. It leaves you swallowing under his gaze, and you know he sees it perfectly clearly by the way his cock twitches against you.
“You’re pretty like this,” he tells you. “Denying yourself…I- I can take care of you, too.”
“No,” you murmur, kissing the curve of his cheek. “We can end it here tonight, okay? You really did so well for me. That was so hot, I-mmph–”
He leans in and licks a bit of cum off the highest part of your chest, dark eyes never leaving yours as he quite obviously holds it on his tongue.
“Swallow,” you hear yourself demand, already drawing your fingers through the mess he’s made to feed him more of it. “Haa, good baby. I didn’t expect you to be so obedient…”
You offer him a finger to suck clean before letting your tongue wrap around another. He breathes your name, lashes flattering against his cheeks when you press the rest of your fingers into his mouth. He suckles them sweetly, perfectly clean as he starts to weigh a little heavier into you.
“Noona…” His face is flushed and eyes sleepy as he looks you over. “You have no idea–I…ah…” His head falls to your shoulder again for a moment before he sighs. “Can I kiss you, Yn?”
“Clean me up first– n-not with your tongue, crazy boy. Don’t start something you can’t finish–”
“I can,” he tells you, pouting when you shake your head. “You’ll cum–”
“You look like you’re going to fall asleep mid-kiss, Haechan. As hot as it is that you can cum this much, we don’t need it drying, like, sandwiched between us. Use a shirt, or that towel.”
“Not your beach towel…” He murmurs with a laugh.
He grabs a shirt off the ground and carefully cleans you up, his bare fingers following each stroke as though to make sure he got it all. Your grip tightens around his waist when he attempts to get up, eyes meeting curiously before he leans in to kiss you softly, tossing the shirt to the side as he eases your legs from around him. “Just gonna put my shorts back on,” he tells you before making quick work of it.
As he reclaims his spot he offers you a lazy smile, fixing your boobs in your bra before laying back over you. His lips find yours almost instantly, kissing you gently.
“Thank you,” you murmur when he eventually lays his head on your chest. As you begin to brush your fingers through his hair you say, “For trusting me like this. I won’t break it.”
He’s quiet long enough that you swear he’s fallen asleep, the sound and feel of his breathing distracting you from the fact that you really do want to cum…and that you want to use his body to do it. It’s slightly sick thought, you decide, considering you really do value the trust he’s put in you, but fuck if the thought of feeling the thick head of his cock drooling all over your cunt as you tease the tip to your swollen clit.
“Thank you, too, Yn,” he says, cuddling into your chest when you jump in surprise. “For allowing me to…”
BONUS
wc1049. mentions of a previous unhealthy relationship but ultimately just fluff
“Haechan?”
“Mmm, I’llmoveinasec…”
You smile to yourself, shifting just a little underneath him to get more comfortable. As you go back to drawing your fingers through his hair, you go on to say, “You’re fine…you don’t have to move.”
“Good,” he says, somehow fitting himself closer to you. “‘m here indefinitely.”
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“The answer is yes. Unless you want it to be no,” he says, voice still sleepy. As though him cumming all over your stomach really took a lot out of him. It’s more amusing than it should be. “You can ask me anything,” he says after a moment or two longer. “I-I think I told you that before…”
“You aren’t totally submissive.”
“That’s a statement, baby,” he comments, grinning against your skin before he half sits up. “I can be,” he tells you, quite seriously. “If…if that’s what you need.”
“No,” you encourage him to lay back down with gentle hands on his back. “I want you to be yourself. That’s the only way this works.”
“Not completely. It just depends…” He groans as though he’s embarrassed before admitting, “I don’t usually follow directions…You know, like…when you adopt a dog–”
“Haechan, what?”
“You’re the adoptee.”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
“Noona,” he complains, really cutely, and you hear yourself ok, ok before he sighs contentedly. “It’s like the foster period. I want you to like me–”
“I do.”
“–enough to keep me,” he continues, voice quiet at the end, and you’re reminded that both Johnny and Mark had admitted to his previous partner nearly breaking him at some points in their relationship. (They’d also told you that it’d taken months of convincing for him to finally break up with them, and you can’t help but wonder what kind of person would look at Haechan and want to hurt him. Because in all the time you’ve known him you’ve enjoyed every second of him shining brighter and brighter. It’s part of what’s so attractive about him, as though the sun is always rising in him.)
“Hey,” you say gently. “Look at me a sec…” He does, sleepy and shy and nervous. It’s terribly endearing, and you realize exactly how his ex could do it to him, but you’re clueless about why they’d want to. “I do like you, and I respect you. I understand what you’re saying, but I don’t want you to think about this, or us, like that. And I really don’t want you to think of yourself like that…you aren’t like…a dog, Haechan.”
“If I wanted to be…”
“Well, that’s– that’s something else entirely. Unrelated, I think, to the scope of this conversation.”
He stares at you for a few seconds too long before finally sitting up, reaching for one of your hands and twisting his fingers through yours as he does. “I hear you. And I understand. But you should know that I was serious when I told you I’ve reflected a lot since my last relationship. I’ve come to terms with…what happened. My own shortcomings, too. What I want versus what I need…I really had to– well, I had to grow up, noona, as childish as it sounds…
“I’m guessing Johnny told you what happened.”
“With your past? No. I only know what the others have kind of, like, brushed over. And the conversations I’ve been around for. Nothing more.”
“I’ll tell you one day, then. In detail. If you want.”
“I want to know everything you’re willing to tell me. When you’re ready.”
He smiles, eyes studying your joined hands. “I almost feel like I’m dreaming. Like I’m going to wake up and realize I got drunk and passed out on the beach.”
“Should I pinch you?”
“No,” he laughs. “I said almost.
“You’re better than a dream…and if seeing your boobs didn’t clear my head, seeing you covered in my cum and tasting it on your tongue sure did.”
You laugh, too. “I’m happy I could do that for you, Haechan.”
“Would you like to go out with me tomorrow morning?” He asks, leaps and bounds more confident than he was when you’d more-or-less taken him hostage in your room an hour earlier. “On a date.”
It’s your turn to feel nearly humiliatingly embarrassed in front of him. The feeling has you resisting the urge to cover your still bare chest in an attempt to keep something for yourself. And, as though he knows, he leans over the edge of the couch and grabs his shirt off the floor.
“I used yours to clean you up, sorry,” he tells you. “Well, not really…I did it on purpose. I wanted to see you in mine.”
You laugh as you tug his shirt over your head, ignoring the obviously pleased expression on his face. “What time?”
His brows raise for a moment before he leans back over you, eyes lidded as he studies you. “That easy?”
“Sure,” you grin up at him. “For now.”
Haechan doesn’t try to kiss, but he does decide to continue using you as a pillow. He gets too comfortable, fitting himself into you as though he’s done it countless times before before tucking his head under your chin. “That makes me more excited than it should, I think…I really want to know what dating noona is like…
“Early…If you wake up first, wake me up, too.”
“Ok Mr. Sleep-til-Noon.”
“I’m going to impress you,” he promises. “Especially for the rest of vacation.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I have to maximize our time. By the end of it all you’re going to be telling me I’m your boyfriend.”
You laugh softly, rubbing your hands up and down his back as you consider the depth of conversation you all need to have to navigate the friends-to-…well, lovers situation you’re finding yourselves in. It takes a second or two longer for you to decide that it doesn’t need to be that complicated, and that you can worry about if you get that far into dating him.
Him sighing contentedly draws you out of your mind, causing you to finally ask, “Telling, huh?”
“Yeah,” he says, voice quiet and sleepy again. But, you can feel him smiling against your skin, so you don’t feel too bad about possibly waking him up again. “If it’s you, I don’t mind…”
Hi Stays, this is hopefully the last update post I’ll have to make about @gimmeurtmi.
For those who don’t know, she is a SKZ writer who is a massive Zionist and used her writing blog to spread hateful Anti-Palestinian Zionist Propaganda. She made her blog private after getting called out and it is still private, but not fully deleted. According to her, she is now moving to her works to AO3, where she has the same username as her personal account: @stuckonspidey. If you see fanfictions from someone with the username stuckonspidey on AO3, that’s her. Please be careful who you support.
Hopefully this dangerous individual does not try to return to Stayblr.
ugh just thinking of a pretty blond junnie right now. thinking of him just putting on a show for you because he loves your attention. literally eats it up. would sit across from you, fully clothed as he feels himself up. running his hands down his body, sneaking them under his shirt and tracing his abs beneath his fingers. tugging at his nipples underneath his shirt, and snaking a hand down below his waistband to rub over his growing bulge. he’d say nothing, only let out lewd little moans and whimpers. he’s obsessed with the way you react to his neediness, and he can’t help but be louder when you’re watching him. touching himself, teasing himself for you like this would make him so fucking hard. he’s not offering himself any real relief, just wants to sit in front of you and show off. and the entire time he’d have a fucking smile on his face. so satisfied by giving you a show, so happy to work himself up for hours if it means you’ll keep looking at him like that. his pretty blond hair would fall into his eyes, shudders ripping through his body every time he twists at his nipples or touches his throbbing erection. and god that little smirk he’d have glued to his face. ugh. eventually you’d both break, and you’d end up touching jun in all the ways you saw him touch himself. and he’d be so much more sensitive to your hands on his body, hips bucking up into nothing in an attempt to feel more. such a bratty baby.
⇢ Summary: You and Felix are childhood friends turned fwb, with no strings attached. Felix leaves to pursue his idol dreams, and you begin your life as a college student. When he comes back to visit your town, he’s drawn to you again- but you’re both leading very different lives.
⇢ Warning: smut lol
⇢ W/c: 15k?
⇢ A/n: inspired by the TV Girl song “not allowed” <3 this has a lot of smut bc the whole song is abt sex so if ur uncomfortable with that, please don’t interact!
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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18+. the actions and story represented in this work do not represent Stray Kids in any way; everything described is purely a work of fiction!
“What’s on your nasty old mind?”
Your childhood was by no means perfect. In fact, things seldom worked out in your favor. Born an only child in a middle-class working household, your parents were absent for long periods of time. Mom worked late nights at the hospital in the week, and dad was always away on business trips or out at company meetings. How many of these were actually late-night corporate gatherings and not just another woman he’d sneak off to see, you had no clue.
School was difficult, although you excelled in your courses, the stress ate away at you and withered you down like a dying flower. Decaying petal by petal, thorn by thorn, you’d find yourself questioning what the purpose of all this was if just to slave away at a desk and make money.
It seemed most everything was at the cost of your time, money, and sanity- except your friendship with Felix.
Lee Felix- even the name brought back distinct memories. Lazy, carefree afternoons when the two of you would spend hours upon hours scattering the sidewalks with chalk drawings of sea animals and hopscotch squares. Racing each other to the ice cream man’s cart when you’d hear the jingle from a block away. Laughing between singsong acrostic poems over colorful popsicles, the heat melting sticky sweetness onto your fingers, where you’d run them over your tinted red sunburns for some relief.
Most nights you’d spend at Felix’s house, tucked away in makeshift blanket forts in his bedroom- doing your best to keep hushed while you’d devise plans for tomorrow’s equally carefree July summer day.
Sometimes his sisters would join the two of you, learning all about your games as you’d walk them through the rules and dedicate one of them to the role of referee (per Felix’s sore loser request). But as you grew older, they made their own plans and friends, leaving the two of you to grow up alongside each other.
Days turned to months, which quickly turned to years that the two of you had been best friends. You observed as Felix grew taller and leaner, his short brown hair framing the introduction of freckles scattered all over his face- cheeks, eyes, and button nose. He couldn’t help but comment when you painted your nails for the first time, remarking he’d forgotten you were a girl sometimes.
Before you knew it, you and Felix made it to high school, where you each formed your own friend groups. You, a solid group of girls who shared your newfound interest in horror movies and girls nights. And Felix, a group of guys from the soccer team, the sport which he spent most of his teenage years wrapped up in.
Although you had your own lives, you and Felix remained close. You greeted him with a gentle wave every time you passed each other in the hallways, even if you were with your own groups of friends. Felix admired your newfound love for fashion, often complimenting your outfits when you had a second alone. His favorites usually involved anything olive green- which he made known was the best color on your naturally tanned skin tone. He gave his approval when you got highlights for the first time, experimented with different piercings, and even showed more skin than usual as the spring transitioned to summer.
You didn’t go unnoticed by the others in your grade- in fact, you became a particularly hot topic when you got your first boyfriend. He was a nerdy little member of the water polo team, with whom you’d spend your days after practice in his car listening to music and sharing stories of his day. It was also then that you shared your first kiss- a short, sloppy encounter in the front of his mom’s green minivan. Nothing that stuck with you in the long run, for the two of you broke up just two weeks later, citing “conflicting schedules”. He was with a new girl a week after that.
Felix was also a popular topic on campus. Girls visited his away soccer games just to watch him play, squealing when he’d score a goal and give them a little wave from down on the field. He had a girlfriend almost every year of his high school career- ranging from the most popular girl in school, to one a year older than him, and even rumors of some from rival schools (none of which were very serious). You often passed him locking lips with a girl when you passed his locker, looking awkward and a bit too happy to be there. It was those times that he had failed to acknowledge you, which you never cared about, considering you indulged in crushes on most of his friends anyway.
But he still kept you in his thoughts, making small talk when he passed you alone, and even bringing brownies from his mom when she baked a little too much (the famous recipe passed to Felix shortly after). You assured him that things were well, your parents still just as busy, your cat doing just fine, your college applications taking too much time these days.
He was just as giddy as his younger self, beaming when you shared good news and sending you off with a hug when his girlfriend or soccer buddies would drag him away. You weren’t sure any of them liked you, but they acknowledged you with a small thin-lipped smile every time they came around, which was enough for you.
Your final year of high school was a turning point for the two of you. You had made it into your first choice of university, a mere two hours from your household, with grades that reflected your hard work. Felix, on the other hand, chose a different career path.
When he knocked on your door one night, the last person you’d guessed it would be was Felix. You opened the door for him, wrapping your arms around your oversized hoodie that swallowed your frame.
“Hey!” he said enthusiastically.
“Felix!” you exclaimed quietly. Nobody was home at this hour, but the way the streetlights lit the dim world beyond your door, it felt odd to talk any louder than this.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked politely, to which you furrowed your brows.
“Yeah, sure... I mean, is it bad? You’re kinda scaring me.”
He chuckled lightly. “It’s nothing bad. I just wanted to give you the news first.”
You squint your eyes, unsure if you should invite him in. It felt odd considering he hadn’t been over in a while, but you didn’t want to make things weird.
“Yeah- do you want to come inside? Should I sit down for this?”
He chuckled again. “I won’t be long.”
You stepped aside as he passed through the door, standing with his hands in his pockets as you shut it behind you.
You led him to the living room, where he sat on the edge of the couch and smiled up at you. You took a seat next to him, facing your body toward him and smiling back.
“Okay…” you said timidly.
“Okay,” he began. “You remember when we were little, and I took those dance classes?”
You furrowed your brows at that. “Yeah, the hip hop ones? When you had that little performance?”
“Exactly,” he said.
“Yeah, I remember. We were so little!”
“We were!” he replied. “Anyway, so I did this tryout at an audition a little while back. It wasn’t really something I told anyone about, you know, in case they rejected me.”
You nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“And… well… they want me to keep at it.”
You cocked your head slightly, trying to make sense of his vague tone.
“You mean… you passed the audition?”
A small smile began to form on his lips.
“Kind of? They want me to keep practicing as a… trainee? And then if I get picked, I could possibly get… signed?” he finished with a questioning tone.
The smile on your face grew as he finished his sentence.
“They want to sign you?!” you exclaimed, a warm feeling overtaking your chest.
He laughed. “Not yet, not until I go there and try out officially. But there could be a chance, I guess?”
You jumped up, waving your hands with frantic excitement. “Oh my god, Felix! That’s amazing! You have to do it! When are you- I mean, where are the tryouts? I want to watch as much as I can! How’s that gonna work out with school?”
He sighed. “That was my next point.”
You paused, watching his expression grow worrisome.
“It’s… in Korea.”
Felix expected you to cry, to choke up or even to bawl your eyes out. But you didn’t- instead, you gasped with an even bigger smile and gave one solid nod.
“Go,” you said firmly. “You can’t pass this chance up. There’s always university, and the people here, and life. You may never have this again. Go, and I’ll be rooting for you.”
His smile returned, his eyes narrowing into little crescent moons as he beamed across from you.
“You think so?” he asked.
“Oh I know so,” you reply. “Besides, if you get all famous, maybe this stupid town will be known for something other than being a shithole. They’ll say ‘you know that Felix kid’? He’s from there!”
Felix laughed, throwing his head back a little. When the two of you stopped laughing, he looked back at you, appreciation in his expression.
“You’ve always been here for me. I won’t forget that. Not ever.”
You shook your head, waving a hand.
“I’m just being a friend, Felix. That’s what we’ve always been to each other.”
He nodded. “Speaking of my best friend, where are you headed after graduation?”
You raised an eyebrow at him, cocking your head in the direction of the acceptance letter on the coffee table. “I don’t think there was ever a version of this universe where I’d be okay with not going.”
Felix’s jaw hung open, head shaking in disbelief. “Well I think this version of the universe knows how lucky they’d be to have you,” he said, extending his arms out for a hug, which you gladly accepted.
Felix held you against his chest for a minute, rubbing small circles into your back as he remarked how proud he was of you. You parroted the statement, telling him you knew he was going to make it big.
When he pulled away, his eyes darted to your lips for a brief second, and then back up to your eyes. “I can’t tell if that’s the same lip gloss you wore when we were younger.”
You chuckled. “Why would I keep the same tube of lip gloss from a decade ago?”
He smiled, a little embarrassed at his own remark. “I don’t know! You always wore that one. Strawberries? Or something like that.”
“Raspberries,” you said with a smile, and he held his gaze on yours for a second.
“Raspberry,” he echoed. “She wore raspberry.”
And in the midst of lingering seconds, he gently leaned into you, a strand of black hair falling over one eye.
“y/n… Can I… Would it be weird if I kissed you?”
You were startled for a second, as the action hadn’t crossed your mind in the time you’d known him.
“I mean, nevermind… sorry, that was weird. I’m just excited and I guess I felt like that would… lock in the moment? God, I’m sorry, that sounds so dumb-”
You chuckled at his nervousness. “Felix, if you wanted to lock in the moment, I’m pretty sure that little tangent did it enough.”
He chuckled too, a little disappointed you didn’t agree.
“Right, that’s probably true. I don’t even know why I asked that. We’re just friends after all, and it’s not like I came here to do that. I literally just got out of my relationship and I promise I’m not hitting on you-”
“Felix,” you interrupted. “I’m happy too. Come here,” you said gently, pulling his face to yours.
He smiled before pressing a tender kiss to your glossed lips, smiling into it and instinctively reaching a hand up to cup your cheek.
When he pulled away, you laughed and wiped the sweet residue from the corners of his mouth.
It didn’t feel any different between you two, only your happiness for him was elevated by the emotions running through you following the encounter.
“I’m so, so proud of you,” you told him again. “And I know you’re going to do great things.”
“I’m proud of you,” he echoed. “I don’t leave for a few months, if you want to do something? I mean as friends, obviously…”
You rolled your eyes jokingly. “A celebratory kiss doesn’t change anything between us. Duh, we can do something as friends.”
He laughed lightly. “Cool. I should get going, but we’ll catch up later?”
You nodded, gesturing to the door. “You know the way.”
And with that, he slipped back out into the night, his own house only a few blocks away.
*
Graduation came and went, and the two of you seemed to have reconnected again in ways you hadn’t during the entirety of high school. Felix would stop by in the early mornings, sometimes with little desserts he’d baked, and you’d enjoy them in the warm summer heat that enveloped your front porch.
For the first time ever, the two of you connected as blossoming adults. He told you tales of his past lovers- girls you now learned he would usually meet at soccer games away from your campus. He said he only ever really cared for one of them, whom he later broke up with to pursue somebody else he had his eye on. Defeating the purpose of him stating he ever cared for her, in typical Felix fashion.
He recalled the time he got caught cheating on his final math exam in sophomore year, which the teacher excused for how “tired he looked” (his words), and let him off with a gentle warning. He shared that he stayed up late practicing his dance and recording little songs on GarageBand, files which he’d save under recipe names on his computer, in case somebody accidentally came across one. Chocolate Cheesecake was his most recent, one which he’d gone so far as to upload a little thumbnail of the dessert for anonymity.
You soaked in his tales like you did the sunshine, laughing at his ability to turn the most outlandish scenarios into an adventure. You envied the way he had this long list of stories to pass down before he was even in university. But you shared your own stories back to him, albeit not the most exciting ones. You failed your driver’s test 3 times before finally passing, to which your instructor tentatively warned you to avoid busy streets for a few months.You almost set your house ablaze one night when you slept with a candle lit on your window sill. Nobody was hurt, but your mom scolded you for what felt like a lifetime. Your parents were going through a difficult patch right now, one you could see the possibility of ending in divorce. At this, Felix’s expression turned serious, swallowing at your words and nodding empathetically.
After exchanging a series of comforting words, he smiled over at you, chuckling at the way you licked your fingers clean of his famous fudge brownies.
“Is there a lucky guy?” he asked suddenly, wiggling his eyebrows in a curious manner.
“What?” you replied, trying your best to recall if you’d ever passed his house in the presence of another guy. Nothing came to mind- you hadn’t even pursued another boyfriend since your little water polo romance.
He chuckled. “Come on, there has to be somebody. I just told you all about the relationship I got out of. Think that’s reason enough to distract me with your version.”
You shook your head, smiling. “Absolutely no one. I don’t think I can do another car seat romance right now.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “A car seat? That’s risque! You weren’t afraid of getting caught?”
You shook your head. “What’s the harm in getting caught kissing? That’s hardly a big deal!”
He furrowed his brows. “Oh sorry, I thought… something else.”
You paused for a brief moment, understanding his implications. “Felix… are you… inquiring about my sex life right now?”
His freckles almost disappeared as his face turned a bright shade of red. He was afraid if you sat any closer, you might feel the heat radiating from the tips of his ears.
“No! I wasn’t- I just thought,” he stammered.
You laughed in response. “You could’ve just asked if I was a virgin, you know. That’s not weird.”
His blush grew brighter, if even possible. “Oh god. I didn’t come here to try and get details out of you, I promise. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
You shook your head. “You’re one of my best friends. I would likely tell you if I killed someone, you know.”
He laughed, the flush of his cheeks dying out a little. “Right.”
After a brief pause, you tilted your head in his direction. “Never.”
He raised his eyebrows a little, trying not to offend you with his reaction. “Never?”
You shook your head no. “Never! It just never happened. Of course if the right guy came along, I wouldn’t be opposed to it. But I’m not going to have sex with just anyone. It’s not that important to me.”
He nodded, taking in your words. There’s a kind of admiration he had for your thought process. And then he began to speak.
“Me neither.”
You almost jumped up in the swinging bench bench from beside him. “What? No way, I don’t believe you. You’re just saying that to make me feel better!”
He shrugged. “I don’t think I was with anybody long enough to get to that point. Plus, it’s not like I was ever away from my parents or teammates to get up to that kind of stuff.”
You made sense of his words, a silence falling over the two of you.
“I mean…” he continued. “One of the girls at our second away game of senior year kind of… touched me? In the locker rooms?”
You stifled laughter. “I don’t need to hear the gory details of your almost handjob, Felix.”
He laughed back. “It was over my gym shorts!”
“Okay, okay! I get the gist!” you retorted, laughing into your hands.
The two of you fell silent again, the buzz of the cicadas bringing you back to reality for a moment.
“I should get going,” you tell him. “But thank you for the brownies. You really don’t have to keep bringing them. I’m going out with the girls later so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“We could,” he said suddenly.
“What?” you replied, unsure of where his statement fit into your farewell.
“We could. Have… sex?” he clarified. You began to laugh, until you noticed his facial expression had turned serious.
“Felix? What are you proposing right now?”
He shrugged. “I’m not dating anyone. You’re not dating anyone. Neither of us have crossed it off our lists. It’s not like it has to be some big, emotional thing, y’know?”
Your eyebrows furrowed, and then quickly transitioned into a frown. “Are you just trying to get in my pants?”
His face panicked. “No, god no. I’m sorry. I just thought maybe you’d want to. I mean you’re going to college and there will probably be a ton of opportunities for it there. I’ll be living with like 20 guys for a while… I dunno, I just thought… It's stupid. I’m sorry.”
You thought over his words for a while. The thought of it didn’t turn you on- having sex with your childhood best friend. In fact, it was a little gross. But he was right- you hadn’t really checked it off your young adult list. And you wouldn’t see him for months, so any awkward emotions that arose would have months to pass by and dissipate.
“I’m gonna get going,” he said. “I’m sorry, I feel like I ruined things.”
“Okay,” you said. “Let’s do it.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
“You’re going to propose it and then act like I’m crazy for agreeing?” you replied.
“No, no! I mean- yeah. But only if you want to. Nothing emotional, if you don’t like it we can stop there. But we’ll have the story to tell when we’re both gone.”
“You make it sound like we’re dying, Felix.”
He chuckled.
“Let’s go inside. I’m not having my first time on a bench outdoors,” you finished.
He nodded, swallowing a big gulp of air. “Okay. I- do you want to take my hand? Or-”
You shook your head, chuckling at how awkward he managed to be sometimes. “Just go inside, I’ll meet you in my bedroom.”
*
Your bedroom was messier than you remembered. There were boxes scattered from packing for university. You realized Felix hadn’t seen it in a long time.
Posters of local bands scattered the walls, your mirrors plastered with collections of stickers. Your bed wasn’t made, the sheets sprawled over the edge and tangled from your morning slumber.
You were the first to lay down, gesturing for Felix to come over from his awkward stance in the doorway. He obliged, crawling on top of you and hoisting his weight up by a single elbow.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked nervously.
You smiled up at him, noting the way his freckles were yet again concealed by the blush across his cheeks.
“Yeah, you can kiss me.”
Felix smiled down at you, leaning in and pressing a gentle, yet firm kiss to your lips. His ebony hair tickled your cheek, which you reached up to move out of his face.
It was romantic and slow, and his hands traveled to the small of your waist, pulling you closer to his lanky frame.
He kissed you for a good while, and you could tell that although he hadn’t slept with anyone, he’d certainly had his share of kissing girls. His lips were plump and soft, and his eyelashes fluttered with pleasure every time you sighed against his mouth.
You’d almost forgotten the agreement by the time he slid a hand under your shirt. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice a little out of breath.
You nodded quickly in response, helping guide his hand to the curve of your breasts. Felix’s breath hitched in his throat as he examined your curves with the pads of his fingers. He awkwardly ran his index finger over your nipple, sighing in response when you let out a little gasp. His fingers were smooth, and oddly cold.
“So soft,” he said in a voice just above a whisper.
With growing eagerness in your core, you pulled back and slid your shirt over your head, glancing over at Felix who couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off your chest. You chuckled softly at his expression, mouth agape and stars in his eyes at the sight in front of him. He sure knew how to give you an ego boost.
“Your turn,” you said, snapping him back to reality.
“Yeah,” he replied, pulling the back of his white shirt over his head and tossing it aside, getting lost in the pile of your clothes already on the floor.
You observed his body too, taking in every new freckle you hadn’t seen before. They were scattered along his clavicles, painting his chest with little beige constellations and stopping just before his toned pecs. Where there was an absence of freckles, his muscles accentuated generously, jutting out as if begging to be explored.
You nodded, as if to say nice body, and a knowing smile grew on his pink lips. “Come here,” he said, pulling you close again and pressing chaste kisses to your neck and collarbones.
You really liked neck kisses, you learned, as he took his time brushing a tongue over patches of skin before peppering them with kisses and nibbling with feeble hunger.
Your hands reached up to tangle themselves in his silky hair, which he moaned gently in between kisses in response to. With your hands busy, he took the opportunity to slide a hand down, down- all the way down to your jeans.
Pulling away from your neck, he didn’t hesitate to snap open the button of your jeans and free your pelvis of the zipper. He didn’t even ask for permission, knowing by your reaction that the answer was yes, absolutely yes, please don’t stop.
Your hands left his hair to help slide your jeans off, and he towered over you to mirror the action. In between innocent giggles, he gathered both articles of clothing in his nimble hands, before making a dramatic show of tossing those on the floor, too.
You were down to just your underwear, a feeling which made you nervous as you became aware of how exposed you were. But Felix didn’t leave a single spot untouched, showering your skin with kisses as your hands found their way to his hair again.
“Can I try something?” Felix asked, pulling away to gauge your reaction through his fluttering lashes. You nodded, observing as he positioned himself between your legs, and reached a single hand to your underwear.
It was your turn for your breath to hitch, growing goosebumps as he placed a single finger to your still-clothed wetness. You gasped in response, the feeling not far from when you’d squeeze your thighs together to sex scenes from your favorite movies.
“I don’t really know how to do this,” he admitted to you shyly. “Tell me if it hurts, yeah?”
You brought your arms around his neck, smiling up at him and glancing down at his hands.
“Just circle my clit. With your finger. Like- yeah. Just like that,” you were interrupted by his successful attempt at following your instructions.
He smiled at your reaction, adding a finger and rubbing slow, thoughtful circles around your clit. You gasped at the heat growing in your core, happily accepting when he leaned down to kiss you as he continued. You stayed like that for several minutes, sweat pooling between your thighs as beams of sunlight glared through the window behind you.
Slowly, he hooked both fingers in your underwear, moving them aside to expose you, and placed fingers on your now fully exposed wetness. You gasped louder in response, humming with pleasure and gripping his toned bicep.
“Wait,” you said. “Let me just take them off.”
“Okay,” he replied in a gentle tone, pulling away a bit to let you slide your underwear off and over the bed.
Once bare, his fingers found their way back to your clit, now working little hearts into your skin. “Hearts?” you asked through a smile, kissing him harder and noting the lewd sounds of tongues and sweat and wetness that now filled the room.
He hummed in response, bucking his hips against your thigh, and you suddenly realized how hard he was for you. His bulge tented nicely in his gray boxers, the tip of his cock already flat against a generous spot of precum.
“Sorry,” he said, scared the accidental motion would make it look like he was moving too fast.
You grinned, shaking your head and propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “Take them off,” you requested plainly.
He gulped and nodded, admittedly scared of baring himself in front of you. You were already fully naked, and he’d forgotten the fact that he still had one article of clothing left to lose.
“You okay?” you asked, growing concerned at his silence. He nodded, responding by pulling his boxers down over his cock, which grew slowly against his abdomen.
He was just as you expected, veins bulging at his hardness, following the shape of his curvature to the wetted pink head.
“You’re so pretty,” you said, eyes fixated on his cock. He was flushed a rosy shade of pink as you stared, aching to explore every inch of him. Felix greeted your compliment with a toothy smile.
With a newfound confidence, he leaned back down to kiss you, his bulge sitting patiently at the entrance of your sex.
“Do you have a condom?” you asked, and he responded with a nod.
“I never got rid of this after health class,” Felix said, as he fished a silver packet out of the pocket of his jeans which hung off the bed.
“You’re such a nerd,” you replied, and he laughed lightly as he tore open the packet with his teeth.
You helped him slide the rubber down his length, careful not to pinch any part of his sensitive skin. His breathing was heavy, and you could tell he didn't have much time before he gave in.
“Ready?” Felix asked, as he positioned himself in front of you again.
“Ready,” you replied, and you both kept your eyes locked down below as he gripped his shaft and slid just the tip in.
“Oh god,” you remarked, surprised at the sensation even though he was barely in. “Does it hurt?” he panicked, and you shook your head. “Just a little. Do more, if you can.”
At this Felix, pulled out slightly, and then bucked his hips forward so that he was just barely halfway in.
“Fuck-” you heard, and you looked up to his eyelids shut tight and nose scrunched. His hair hung lazily around his face, sweat pooled at the ebony roots.
“Are you-” you began to ask if he was okay, when he slid out and let out a deep sigh.
“I finished,” he replied. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would feel that good.”
You smiled in response, relaxing your hands by your side and sitting up.
“Don’t apologize, Felix. It’s just your body.”
You took note of the tears welling in his eyes, and your expression shifted to that of concern. “Felix?”
He wiped with the back of his hand, sitting back on your bed like a scolded child. “I didn’t mean to finish so fast. I wanted it to last. I didn’t come here for sex, I promise. I just thought it would be a good idea and now it’s over and I did so badly.”
He hiccuped through tears, and you sat up to wipe them from his eyes. “You didn’t do badly, Felix. You did amazing. That was an amazing first time. Don’t apologize for a natural reaction. We’re not pros at this.”
He nodded slowly, sniffling and looking around for his shirt. “Well I guess I’ll go,” he said rather dryly.
You knew he was going to beat himself up for this, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
“Felix, don’t go,” you said. “I’m not letting you leave like this.”
“I already ruined things,” he responded.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” you said. “Plus, we always have next time?”
You surprised yourself with your own remark, blushing as he locked his eyes on yours again.
“Next time?” he questioned, his voice still frail and quiet.
You nodded. “I mean… if you want to? As friends, of course. I liked it,” you shrugged.
The last of his tears trickled down his cheeks as a small smile grew back on his face, illuminating the room with comfort once again.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’d like to do it again.”
You nodded, mirroring his smile. “Then we can do it again. It’s not a big deal, right?”
He shook his head, wiping tears with the back of his hand. “Just… practice I guess? That’s all it is.”
You nodded. “Just practice. Exactly.”
With bleary eyes, Felix rid himself of the condom and clothed himself again, pulling his shirt over his head and buttoning his jeans back how they were. You laid on your side, still nude in your bed, one hand tucked under your cheek, still entranced by the way the sun kissed Felix’s freckles in the June air. You hummed softly as the birds chirped outside, the sounds starkly contrasting the filthy moans emitting from your room just moments earlier.
“I’ll see you later?” he said, turning to you, his eyes flickering curiously to your chest and and between your thighs again. You tugged the sheets up to your chin, keeping your gaze on him for a minute.
“Busy later, remember?”
He nodded once. “Right. Are your parents home tonight? Or… what are you doing tomorrow?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his helpless words. “Gosh Felix, you’re needy already. I’ll call you okay? I’m not gonna leave you hanging.”
He smiled in response, cocking his head to one side and taking one last look at you.
He’d never seen you like this, more skin showing than ever before. The way your mascara pooled around your eyes from shutting your eyes in pleasure. The way the last of the sun rays set little orange patches aglow on your olive skin, highlighting your clavicles like an oil painting. The way your smile said so much yet so little at the same time, as if to tell him you’ll be right here the next time. And the next, and the next- and hopefully several times after that.
He wanted nothing more than to touch himself and stay in for round two, but he was dying to go home and shower the lingering embarrassment off his body. With nothing else to say, he raised two fingers and gave a little salute, trying to send you off in the most casual manner he could, fearing you might change your mind about there being a next time.
“Catch ya later,” he said a bit awkwardly, and turned on his heel to stride out of your bedroom.
You said nothing in response, shutting your eyes and letting the evening drowsiness overtake you.
*
“You should hear when you’re not around, when it’s just us horny poets”
It didn’t take long before you and Felix were fucking like rabbits for the remainder of summer.
Handjobs on your porch when it was too early in the morning to be caught. Blowjobs in the backseat of his car, Felix strategically parking on little off roads where no one could interrupt, while his hands pulled mercilessly at your hair. Kisses all over your neck during movie nights, where you’d fold almost immediately and wind up under him for the remainder of- what was that film again? You’re not sure. You were sure of his nimble fingers, and the way his lips could work up just about anything out of you.
You’re sure he’d been studying pornography, the way his lips pressed little butterfly kisses all over your aching pussy, coming up to suckle your clit and spread your juices all over your thighs with more hungry kisses and nibbles.
Felix even felt comfortable enough to present you some of the videos he got off to, shyly angling his phone at you mid-makeout session, inquiring about your interest in sucking off his fingers. You challenged him, making him suck your fingers instead, while you edged him over his sweatpants. Note: he really liked that move.
The two of you were different tunes working in perfect harmony, your erotic ideas playing off of each other, resulting in some of your most intense memories together.
Not every idea worked out as you’d planned, but the time was never wasted. Nights where you couldn’t finish from penetration alone, he’d spend hours working you up with an old massager, his deep voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he fondled your breasts.
His words were so carefully picked, diligently selected from your favorite erotic fiction works you’d send him. “You like that? Is your pussy aching for me? Always so wet when I touch you. Could do this for hours…could hear you moan for hours.”
His breath tickled your neck, the sound of his own labored breathing growing louder and then quieter again as he’d brush his lips over your ear and fill your mind with little moans and filthy thoughts.
And the nights would always end safely. He’d bring his signature baked goods, massaging you in his lap as he fed you little bites of brownies and cookies and pies.
His words never stopped at sex, showering you with compliments and sweet nothings even if not to arouse you. “You did so well today. Thanks for letting me try that. I’m sorry if it hurts. Let’s try something more gentle tomorrow, yeah?”
And the weeks you couldn’t have sex, Felix never seemed to mind all too much. Sometimes he’d let you watch him pleasure himself, sometimes he’d brush off the idea all together. The stories you shared, and the laughs you got out of each other, were reason enough to spend just about every passing second together.
2:15am.
Felix pulled out, rolling over on his back again, letting out an exasperated sigh and shutting his eyes.
“Fuck. That was good. Are you okay?”
He forced an eyelid open, glancing over at your still lying body, too tired to speak but nodding through labored breaths.
“Yeah,” you managed a minute later.
The two of you remained like that for a few minutes, basking in the silence of the atmosphere around you. The world was quiet without the loud moans and cuss words that erupted when you were normally together.
And then came the sniffles.
When you began fucking, you quickly understood that you were learning things about Felix that maybe nobody knew before you. Not even Felix himself. Like how he scrunched his nose right before he finished, his open mouth following shortly after. The way he apologized after he let out an accidental slut or whore in the bedroom. They helped him get off on occasion, but he detested the thought of you internalizing the words. Or maybe the way his hands cramped quickly when he fingered you- he wasn’t used to using his hands as much as his legs or upper body. Soccer player problems.
But the most interesting thing you’d come to discover about Felix was his tendency to cry after sex.
Mornings, afternoons in his car, quickies in your room, it didn’t matter. 90 percent of the time, he’d cry after finishing, his whole face contorting into that of a guilty boy’s, eyes reddening as they welled with tears and found their home on the sleeves of his sweaters or corners of your sheets.
The second time it happened, you grew concerned for him, thinking it was something you’d done. You tried to break things off, saying “maybe this isn’t a good idea” and “I don’t want to do this if you’re not emotionally ready for it.”
But that only made him cry harder. Wrapping you in his arms and letting out gentle sobs in your knees. Begging you not to go, that he’d work on himself instead.
It never stopped, and although Felix tried to vocalize it, you always felt sorry for him.
“Sorry,” he’d explain through sobs. “Just felt so good.”
You never invalidated his feelings, always simply nodding at his words and holding him for as long as he needed to be held.
The truth is, Felix felt emotions so deeply, deeper than even he himself was capable of handling. The orgasms were an emotional high for him every time, pure bliss exiting his body and filling yours, you returning the favor with your praises for him.
When he came down from his high, it snapped him back to reality to remember that this was all temporary. That he’d be gone soon, that you’d be fucking somebody else in this bed within the next few weeks. That he didn’t buy you flowers, nor did he properly introduce himself to your parents, although you weren’t dating. That you’d be so generous to try just about anything with him, going at it for hours to determine what the two of you liked and didn’t like. That you sacrificed your body for his pleasure on nights you weren’t as horny as he was, and that you never made a fuss when he made a mess of you and your sheets.
That you held him after sex every time, massaging his hair with a gentle caress, telling him about how “amazing he did” and that he was “so, so good to you.”
And through tear-stained eyes, he’d do the same for you, thanking you until sleep overtook you both.
Tonight was no different.
“Hey, hey,” you said to him soothingly. “Come here.”
He sat up, face in his hands for a moment as he let out quiet sobs and shook his head. “It’s no use. I can’t st-stop c-crying…” choked sobs trailed his voice away from you.
“Felix, you did so well. You always do. Are you overwhelmed? Talk to me,” you said, sitting up to embrace him.
He turned to hug you back, tears falling on your bare shoulder as you shushed him and pressed little kisses to his forehead.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You’d heard it a million times from him, but he always felt the need to justify himself to you.
“Don’t apologize,” you told him. “Don’t apologize for your body. Do you want to grab something to eat? I know it’s late, but McDonald’s is still open.”
He wiped his tears away for the second time today, nodding as you reached over and handed him his sweatshirt.
When his tears came to a halt, he smiled at you and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your temple. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “I know it’s the least sexy thing you can do after an orgasm.”
You smiled back at him, standing up to gather your clothes from where they’d fallen. “Hey, I don’t care if you want to do your taxes after sex. I had fun, you had fun. That’s all that matters.”
Felix always admired your ability to downplay everything. No reaction of his was too much when he was around you. He felt normal, comfortable. Safe.
“Just gonna grab a new pair of underwear,” you said to him. “I’ll meet you back at the car.”
Felix nodded, scrambling out of the tangled sheets of your bed and grabbing his car keys.
As he exited your room, you took careful note of your disheveled appearance in the mirror. Bruises, messy hair, puffy lips. Tear-stained shoulders.
*
“Okay,” you began. “If you had to pick what you’d want your dorm mates to be like, what would you say?”
You popped a french fry in your mouth, watching as Felix thought over the question.
“I’d say…” his Australian accent was thick as he pondered for a moment. “I dunno, maybe outgoing? I guess I’m not the most extroverted so I need some balance.”
You laughed. “Be careful what you wish for. Sometimes outgoing can be a veiled statement for annoying.”
He scrunched his nose at you. “Oh god. More annoying than me? I don’t even know if that’s possible.”
You slapped his arm playfully. “You’re right, I think you already beat them in that department.”
He remarked a sarcastic haha at you, taking a sip of his McFlurry before crossing his legs onto his seat.
“What about you- what do you hope the people at university are like?”
You swallowed, giving a small shrug. “I hope they make me feel comfortable.”
His eyes remained on you for a second, and you continued your response. “I just want to experience everything. I want to go bar-crawling with my friends at 2am. I want to go to parties, and study at the library for finals with a group of people who make it all worth it. I just want that typical experience.”
He nodded, his throat suddenly feeling dry.
He was reminded again that he wasn’t going to be a part of your university experience. You were going to meet new people, make new friends. Fuck new guys. And he wouldn’t be around to be part of any of it.
“You know,” Felix began. “I’m rooting for you. Even though I won’t be here to see how it all plays out.”
You pulled your lips into a thin smile, nodding. “I know you are. I don’t doubt that.”
“And,” you continued. “I’m rooting for you. I’ll be tuned in to all the programs they put you on. I’ll shoot you little messages about your silly stage outfits here and there. The whole kpop fan image? That’s going to be me, like, times a million. Maybe I’ll drag around your album everywhere I go.”
He laughed at the idea, tossing his head back. “Hey, don’t speak too soon. If things fall through I’ll be back in less than a month. I don’t even speak Korean. Got a lot of learning to do.”
You waved him off. “You’ll catch on. I know you will.”
He held your gaze for a moment, smiling again before leaning in to kiss you. His lips tasted like oreos, and yours lingered of salty fries.
“2 weeks,” he said when he pulled away. “I can’t believe how fast this summer went by.”
You agreed with a slight tilt of your head.
He glanced out the window briefly. The cicadas had gotten quieter now that August drew to a close. You were at the usual spot you hooked up at, parked in his car across a vista point just off the highway. The view overlooked a canyon of trees, which looked like something out of a horror movie at this hour of the night.
He looked back at you and nodded in the direction of the backseat, a gesture you knew very well. You climbed over the center console, already pulling off your sweatpants and adjusting yourself so your legs were propped open.
Felix followed after you, slipping off his jeans and pulling you onto his lap.
Hasty kisses met your lips and neck as he gripped your waist and massaged little circles into the dimples that met your lower back. He let little moans meet your mouth as you palmed his already-hard cock through his boxers, rocking back and forth on his thigh to stimulate yourself first.
One hand reached up and snaked two fingers into your mouth. “Suck,” he instructed.
You wrapped desperate fingers around his wrist, pressing little kisses to the pads of his fingers before slipping them in and out of your drooly mouth. He didn’t break eye contact as you hollowed your cheeks and stared at him through long lashes, moving slowly and savoring the taste of his soft skin.
“Good,” he said, and you released him with a gentle pop, a string of saliva connecting him to you still.
He licked a stripe along his fingers too, sharing the flavor of your needy spit, before reaching down and moving your underwear aside.
You gasped as a finger pressed hastily to your clit, rubbing little hearts as he usually did, which he knew drove you wild. He rubbed back and forth, grazing down your slit and back up again, before finding his way to your entrance.
Felix gently inserted a first, and then a second finger, inside your soaking cunt, using his thumb to graze your clit and make you emit breathy moans from the sensation.
“Fuck,” you breathed, watching him tilt his head to one side.
“That feel good? Hmm?” He cooed with a smile, already knowing the answer by your pleasured response.
You nodded, eyebrows arched up in pleasure as he moved faster. Felix nodded with you as you gripped his wrist, digging nail marks into his veiny forearm.
“Felix, would you fuck me?” you asked him politely, your breathing speeding up.
“Hmm? I am fucking you, sweetheart.” The pet names, god, the pet names. He knew exactly what they did to you.
“Want your cock in me,” you specified, gripping his wrist again to slow his pace. He hummed in response, moving a strand of hair out of your face and pressing little kisses to your exposed neck.
Feeling he’d teased you enough, Felix pulled his boxers down and tossed them aside, gasping as you jerked him twice and thumbed at his tip.
“Fuck, stop,” he begged you. “I don’t want to finish yet.”
You, nodded removing your panties with ease and waiting patiently as he slid a condom efficiently over his length and positioned himself. Before you could lay back and spread, he gripped your waist again, lifting you onto his lap and rubbing against your soaking slit.
“Wanna fuck up into you,” he said. “Wrap your arms around me.”
You did as told, grabbing hold of his warm gray hoodie and taking a deep breath as he lowered you on to him.
Felix let out a hearty moan, soaking in how good it felt. You’d ridden him once before, but this was something else. Needy hands grabbed at each other, making desperate attempts to grope your flesh and bring you closer to him. His hands rested on your lower back and syncopated with your breathing as he lifted you down on to him and bucked his hips up into you.
You felt every inch of his cock twitching inside of you, about to fill you up before you caressed his jaw and pleaded. “Don’t move,” you instructed. “I just want to feel you for a second.”
Felix did as told, slowing his thrusts down and reciprocating as you leaned down for a sloppy kiss. His cock pulsated against your already throbbing clit, sending shivers down your spine as you kissed him again, and again. Making him feel every ounce of your want for him and only him.
His mouth was wet with drool, giant sultry eyes so full of want and need for your body. When you pulled away, you took in his face for a second. Although it was dark, you could still make out the flush of his cheeks around his freckles. Dark strands of hair hung loosely around his jaw, and the musk of his cologne filled the air as he sweated profusely in the steamy car.
“Okay,” you said finally. “Cum in me. Please.”
The words were all it took before Felix thrust up into you again, his nose scrunching and mouth agape as he shot thick, white strands of his pleasure into the rubber.
You let out a breathy sigh as he slid out of you, tying up the condom and tossing it aside.
But you didn’t move from off of him, instead holding him and pressing little kisses to his forehead. Like clockwork, the tears began to flow. You kissed them back up his cheeks, letting the salty taste melt on your already salted tongue.
“It’s okay,” you assured, and he sniffled with innocent puppy-dog eyes that looked up at you. You wrapped a hand around his hair, pulling him closer and ruffling his locks with empathy. “You okay? That was really good.”
He nodded, wiping his tears with sleeves that enveloped his hands like little paws. “Felt really good,” he said, letting out another choked sob.
“I know,” you replied. “I know it’s a lot. I’ve got you.”
It was usually at this point that Felix’s crying began to lessen, but he started crying even harder at your consolation.
“Felix?” you asked, getting worried with his growing sadness. He nuzzled his face into your neck, letting tears fall to your neck and wet your hoodie.
“Don’t forget me,” he said suddenly, and you were taken aback by his pleading tone.
You pushed him away, tilting his chin up to meet yours again.
“Felix,” you said. “Nothing could ever make me forget you. You’re my best friend. We’ll see each other again.”
He nodded, but a smile was still absent from his expression.
You pulled him in for another hug, rubbing circles into his hoodie and shushing him gently.
“My star,” you cooed tenderly. “Could never forget you.”
Your hands grazed the back of his neck as he held you too, feeling small and vulnerable, but safe. Always safe.
*
“You may not like it, but you better learn how, ‘cause it’s your turn now”
Felix left on a Thursday.
It was a dark September morning, the day too early to reveal what the weather would bring. He wore a hoodie and his favorite sweatpants, looking especially boyish with a bulky pair of headphones around his neck, his sleek black hair pushed back with a headband. One of yours- one he’d found in the backseat of his car.
He packed the remainder of his bags, glancing over at your street in the chill of the September air as his mom loaded the car with his belongings.
I’ll see her soon, he assured himself. After all, you had promised you wouldn’t forget him.
The day prior was spent with his family, enjoying one last home-cooked meal with his mom and sisters. They exchanged a few gifts they’d generously picked for him, knowing they’d miss his 19th birthday, just 2 weeks out from his departure date.
Felix cried at the gesture, the idea of a birthday spent alone suddenly filling him with dread.
And after double counting his bags, his family was off to sleep. “Don’t use your phone,” his mother had remarked several times. “We need to be at the airport very early tomorrow.”
And when he was sure she was asleep, little snores confirming his theory, Felix climbed out of his window and disappeared into the dimly lit streets, mentally apologizing to his mom for disobeying every one of her orders.
The air was more unforgiving than when he’d escaped in the summer months, painting little goosebumps on his bare arms and showing his breath back to him when he exhaled.
Still, he ran. He ran and ran, and he didn’t waste a second booking it to your place.
Your window was left ajar as it usually was, you sitting up in bed with a book. When the crunch of leaves drew your attention to the paned glass, you knew exactly who it was.
Felix usually did his best to lead into your sessions as a gentleman would, inquiring about your day and sharing little bits of his. But his heartbeat quickened with every passing second, knowing this was it. This was the last time he’d have you for who knew how long, and his body ached for yours already.
You wasted no time helping him climb inside, already attaching your lips to his, as he guided you back into your bed.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head, slipping off your nightgown too, pressing hungry kisses to your thighs and moaning against your soft skin.
He wanted to say something, he wanted so badly to tell you how sorry he was for brushing past your day, that he did in fact care, but that he needed all of you first. He wanted to apologize for all the times he ignored you in the hallways back at school, mentally punishing himself for not being a more prominent part of your teenage years sooner. He wanted to tell you that Oreo McFlurries all tasted like you now, and they always would. For as long as he remembered you.
Your hands in his hair brought him back to the moment, and he wasted no time attaching his drooly tongue to your clit, moving back and forth like a starving animal eating for the first time in days.
His licks turned into saliva-filled kisses, wrapping his lips around your clit and making loud sucking noises as he pulled back and left no inch of your folds untasted. Between his licking and ravenous kisses, you felt your body tense as you reached your high. It must’ve been a new record, you thought to yourself, as your legs trembled and you leaked cum all over his pretty face.
Your orgasm was intoxicating, but your need for him kept you aching, and you knew you had a lot more left in you still.
Felix’s mouth met yours again, letting you taste yourself on his wet lips. He smiled in between kisses, trailing kisses down to your breasts and suckling each nipple with soft hums.
“Gonna make you feel so good tonight,” he said for the first time tonight, in between breathless kisses. “Just lay back. You don’t have to lift a finger.”
You shivered at his words, an agreement you normally didn’t do when you linked. You always returned the favor in one way or another, but tonight, he wanted to prove himself to you.
As he pressed kisses down your torso, he complimented you between gasps for air, making you giggle as you looked down at him. “So… beautiful…” he’d say. “So soft… love how you’re always ready for me…”
His mouth found his way to your clit again, and you didn’t care that you were already overstimulated from your first orgasm. He kissed you all over, paying careful attention to your swollen clit, moaning as you stifled screams and gasps.
Felix tasted you for what felt like hours. You’d finished all over him a total of three times already, and well into the fourth, you pulled him up by his hair. “Need you,” you said, your insides aching to clench around him just once.
He didn’t waste any time demanding you specify your words, knowing exactly what you wanted from him. His boxers were stained with dark gray spots of wetness, and you realized he must’ve been aching for you too. The thought of his straining bulge made you even wetter for him, if that was even possible.
Hoisting your legs up around his waist, Felix wrapped himself up and thrusted into you with more force than you’d felt from him before. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, your nails scratching red marks all over his forearms.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, pausing for a moment. You shook your head no, moving a strand of hair out of his face.
With that, he thrust into you again, and again, loud moans and whimpers escaping his lips like you’d never heard before. As he watched your fucked-out expression, he snaked a hand around your throat, lining your eyesight up with his.
“Look at me,” he demanded. You kept your gaze on him, pondering how this was the same person who so delicately kissed you and held your hand when you weren’t underneath him like this.
“You gonna miss me?” he asked between rhythmic thrusts. You nodded.
“You gonna think of me when you touch yourself?” he asked, and your heartbeat quickened at his tone.
“Yes,” you replied, barely above a whisper.
“You gonna tell me when you’re all wet and needy for me? You gonna touch yourself and think of how I fucked you?”
Your heartbeat kept quickening, his words both dizzying and unexpected.
“Felix…” you said, but your voice trailed off as he quickened his pace again.
“Say it again,” he ordered.
“Felix.”
“Louder. Want the neighbors to hear how good I fuck you.”
“Felix!” You said louder as he moved even faster, your nails clawing into his back as your own voice filled your ears.
When you opened your eyes, his nose was scrunched in pleasure, followed by his plump lips parted, which chased his high. He moaned for what seemed like several minutes, thrusting himself empty, and slowing inside of you, making sure you were completely overstimulated before pulling out.
You sat up quickly, knowing he was going to cry himself silly tonight. As you pressed your hands to his cheeks, already rubbing your thumbs at his lashes, he nuzzled into you and pulled you closer.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice shaky with overwhelming sadness already.
But this time, you felt yourself start to cry, too. Your eyes welled with tears at the sight of him, holding you like a small child clutches a teddy bear, crying into your knees and letting little sobs escape his parted lips. When he heard your sniffles, he looked up at you, pouting through tears at the sight. It was his turn to pull you close, placing a gentle hand to the back of your head and holding you close to his chest, afraid he might break you if he didn’t maintain his fragile embrace.
He didn’t ask why you cried. He just stayed like that, holding you close to him, listening to your quiet sobs like music and grazing his hands over the skin he’d previously bruised and made a mess of.
3:56am.
Felix hadn’t meant to lose track of time this badly, and you knew he was supposed to leave for the airport in just an hour.
“Felix,” you said to him. “I didn’t mean to keep you up this late…”
He shook his head firmly, wiping his cheeks with the corner of your sheets.
“I can sleep on the plane,” he responded. His eyes were puffy and red, and you thumbed over his eyelids in attempts to soothe the irritated skin.
You pulled away, sliding out of your bed and pulling on your nightgown. “Have a little surprise for you,” you said, hoping to get at least a smile out of him before he left tonight.
It worked, his lips pulled into a curious grin as he slipped a shirt on himself, too.
“What is it?,” Felix remarked.
You didn’t respond, instead digging through your drawers and pulling out a small tube.
You tossed it over to him, his skilled fingers catching it quickly and observing it under the moonlight peering through the window.
“Your chapstick!” he said with a smile. “Raspberry.”
You smiled back at him and shrugged. “Little taste of home.”
He twisted the tube between his slender fingers for a bit, uncapping it and bringing it up to his swollen lips.
You watched as he glided the cherry color across his smile, running over the tint with his tongue and smacking his lips together lightly.
“Tastes like you,” he remarked.
You shrugged again with a smile. “We match now.”
You urged Felix to go home and get at least an hour of sleep, but he refused defiantly, asking to be held in your blankets until he had to leave.
So you did. And for the last time he was able to, Felix asked about your day. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, careful not to blink excessively in case he missed the way your face lit up at the mention of your future college life. He took note of the way your chest rose and fell with slow breaths, clearly tired but not enough to leave his side.
You told him all about what you still had to pack before leaving for university. About the book you started this morning, the second one in a trilogy. You recounted your favorite songs, suggesting a few to him, which he added to a playlist for his flight.
The two of you reminisced the summer days, which had slipped by you in the blink of an eye, taking all your carefree thoughts with them. You voiced your favorite moments in his car- both sexual escapades and late-night McDonald’s runs, and he shared his own discoveries and favorite moments back to you.
He said he hoped your next lover would appreciate the smell of your raspberry lips as much as he did. And you silently wished he’d find someone who held him after intense sessions the way you learned he needed.
But before you knew it, the clock read 4:48am.
You knew Felix’s mom would be waking him any moment now, and he needed to be back in his own bed fast.
“Go,” you said, as he propped himself up and scanned over your alarm clock once again. “You’ll get in trouble.”
You followed as he slid out from your warm comforter, fixing up his hair and towering over you.
With a straight, yet heavy expression, he looked down and tilted your chin up with one finger, placing a gentle kiss to your lips and pulling away after a few seconds.
“It was fun,” you said, and he smiled in response, though saying nothing back.
You followed him back to the window, where he hoisted himself over the ledge and back into the cool September air.
Turning on his heel, Felix brought two fingers up to his forehead, giving you a little salute and a smile.
“Catch ya later,” he said, and disappeared again into the morning fog.
You hoped so. You really, really hoped so.
*
“I’m starting to suspect you don’t intend to do anything you say at all.”
The months that followed were tainted heavily by Felix’s absence. The lulling clouds and light drizzles that spanned far into November reminded you that the seasons did in fact change, whether you wanted them to or not.
Your college dorm was small and cramped, and the smooth white walls felt like that of a prison most days. But your roommate was nice, and the two of you hit it off fast. Late nights were spent snacking in the dining hall, where the two of you would gossip about the boys you shared classes with, making lewd remarks that remained a fun game between the two of you.
You spent most of your days in the library, a favorite spot of yours on the 8th floor that overlooked the busy streets and provided ample content to people-watch.
And you never heard from Felix.
You didn’t reach out, knowing he was busier than ever, his phone usage probably monitored heavily by the executives there. And such was life- the summer interactions like the games you now played with your new college roommate; between the two of you, and not meant to be an object of permanence by any means.
But some days, you took it harder than others.
Some days you were angry with yourself for sacrificing so much, barely recognizing the curves and birthmarks that painted your nude frame, upset that anyone had ever touched them.
Other days, you stifled toothy smiles in the palms of your hands, when you remembered the activities both of you got up to that summer. Some of the most incredulous, dirty-minded positions came flooding back to your memory, and no one around you would ever suspect such a pristine girl to have tried the things she did.
You did touch yourself to the memories of them, hoping your roommate wouldn’t hear the little gasps you let out with your hands between your thighs at such an ungodly hour. But as time passed on, the memories were less vivid, melting colors and tastes into obscurity, until you couldn’t get off to them anymore.
And then one day in your second year, Mark entered your life.
*
At first, you were convinced there had to be a catch, when he approached you in the library to borrow a pencil, slipping his phone number to you in exchange.
His dusty blue hair and stylish outfit had caught your eye in passing once, but you’d never considered the possibility of him noticing you.
Yet that he did, sealing his action with a closed-mouth smile, gesturing to your phone and miming a texting gesture at you. “Yo, like, you should text me or something. I always see you around here.”
You couldn’t help but laugh lightly, fascinated with the casual way he talked.
“I don’t even know your name,” you remarked jokingly.
“Oh my bad,” he said, reaching a hand out to you. “I’m Mark. My friends usually call me Mark.”
You laughed again, meeting his hand halfway with yours and shaking once. “Y/n.”
“Dang, that’s a cool name,” he said. “It totally suits you.”
You cocked your head slightly, his words igniting a spark in you. “I’d hope so,” you replied. “Had it for 20 years.”
“Oh cool, you’re like a year younger than me,” he replied. “Second year?”
You nodded, taking in his features for a second. His warm smile and doe eyes were inviting, yet the way his chiseled jawline framed strands of sapphire hair was hot.
You stayed quiet for a second, before he broke the silence. “Listen, I gotta head to my evening class. But would you wanna like, grab a coffee or something? Or like, maybe get dinner? It’s a 3-hour lecture so I’ll be out kinda late but I’m probably gonna grab some takeout-”
His rambling was endearing. You cut him off with an eager nod, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “I’ll like, totally text you. Yo.” you said.
With an amused smile, you looked back once as you made your way to the elevator and disappeared between the twin doors. He kept his gaze on you from across the room, sticking his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans and smiling back.
The amusing encounter was the start of a whole new chapter for you.
*
“How quickly they turn sour, so be careful who you screw.”
College came and went quicker than you imagined it would. What took years of mental preparation seemed to fly by, the end of every semester always catching you by surprise.
You and Mark stuck together through the end of your college career. While he graduated a year earlier than you, he still visited every week of your last year, bringing you iced coffee and showering you with kisses as you studied in your same spot at the library. His friends also took a liking to you, and you were happier than you’d ever been before when you were around him.
Mark graduated with a degree in biology, getting a prestigious post-college internship at a research institution almost immediately after graduating. You completed your courses in business, excelling in all of them, grateful you had so many friends and a loving boyfriend for a support system.
And then you graduated, walking the stage in a dark blue dress (per Mark’s request), basking in the cheers of Mark and his friends, who made obnoxious neon signs and bought you the biggest gift basket you’d ever seen.
You began your work at a small ad agency, spending hours producing digital ads and writing pieces, coming home to your little shared apartment with Mark. It was a dingy box on the South Side, but with a little decorating, the two of you fell in love with the way it brought you closer together.
You enjoyed the months you couldn’t afford a mattress yet, keeping each other warm on the carpeted floor and using spare jackets as blankets. You bargained for furniture at secondhand shops, scoring the jackpot when you picked up the velvet couch of your dreams, one which you’d quickly come to spend most of your time on. The little kitchen table that only seated two, which proved a problem when you had friends over. But one that the two of you enjoyed home-cooked meals and greasy takeout on together, every night that you possibly could.
Mark was gentle with you. He was funny, outgoing, and smarter than anyone you’d ever known. You wondered sometimes what you did to deserve him. The two of you grew up together, much like you and Felix once did.
After graduation, Mark dyed his hair black for the first time in years, which you simply couldn’t get enough of. You lost weight after college, transitioning your closet from comfortable hoodies and sweatpants to dresses and blouses. The two of you coordinated outfits on errand days, which his friends never ceased teasing you for.
And you were happy. Truly and honestly happy.
One rainy Wednesday night, Mark took you out, deeming it a celebratory event following your raise at work.
“Here’s to… money,” Mark said with a smile, bringing his glass up to yours with a little clink.
You weren’t hard to please, requesting the celebratory meal be at your favorite ramen shop a couple blocks away. Mark insisted on something fancier, but let you pick your first choice in the end. He never pressured you, one of the many things you loved about him.
In between slurping noodles and telling tales of work, you were interrupted by music playing on the television high on the wall, drowning out Mark’s story with loud rap.
“Jeez,” you remarked. “Can’t they lower that? That’s so annoying.”
Mark adjusted his body toward the tv, bobbing his head at the thumping beat. “I dunno, I kinda like it.”
You scoffed. “This garbage? You’re crazy.”
He kept his eyes glued to the tv, eyebrows furrowed in a teasing manner as he continued to bob his head along and ad-lib the loud singing.
“Maniac... Maniac,” he hummed along, laughing at the screen and craning his head to keep watching.
You watched too, eyes glued to the colorful outfits and coordinated dancing. Your eyes scanned over the lyrics on the screen, realizing at this point that the song wasn’t in English.
if you think I’m just pure and innocent, you’re wrong,
when a favor continues, people think it’s their right, toxic,
this is what drives me crazy, warning
As a deep voice filled the room, your eyes remained glued to the figure in a green coat and purple beanie, heart stopping briefly in your chest while your mind raced a million miles per minute.
The familiarity of every feature grazed your conscience with a rude awakening.
You watched as the screen panned to someone with red hair, and another with purple hair. It was a few seconds before you spotted him again, a longer shot of him looking up at impressive skyscrapers. But it confirmed your theory.
It was Felix.
Mark’s singing began to annoy you now, the whole restaurant flooding with the same catchy chorus, most eaters now also craning their necks to watch the colorful group dance in sync.
“Could you stop?” you said suddenly, and Mark turned to you with a confused expression.
“Stop what?” he asked, questioning your sudden change of tone.
You didn’t answer, prodding at the noodles left in your bowl with chopsticks. The song overhead finished, transitioning to a slower song sung by a Korean woman this time.
“Y/n?” Mark asked again, waving a hand in front of you as your brows furrowed relentlessly at the dinner in front of you.
“Nothing,” you replied. “I was talking to my chopsticks. Sorry.”
Mark nodded, glancing back up at the screen and evidently thinking nothing of it. “She’s good,” he said. “Do you think she’s actually playing the piano?”
You didn’t answer, your brain and heart still racing with emotions that made you want to scream from atop a skyscraper. Any appetite you previously had for celebration dissipated quickly.
*
Their group wasn’t bad. Not by any means.
You did your research carefully, strategically logging out of your shared Youtube account with Mark to binge their music videos and interviews.
Felix seemed to have gone through a million different hair colors already. Black, green, silver, red, pink, even a long blonde wig which you liked more than you cared to admit.
You watched his interviews, picking him out from the group of 8 every time, keeping your focus on his mannerisms and crafted responses to superficial questions.
You quickly came to realize not much had changed about him. They dubbed him brownie boy- a name which you chuckled at in a melancholy tone, remembering the taste of them all too well. He loved dancing. He smiled after almost everything he said. His freckles were still his most prominent feature.
He even spoke of his hometown, telling an interviewer how much he’d hoped to visit again someday. Something you scoffed at, knowing all too well he must be too caught up in the glitz and glamor to give two shits about all of this.
It became an addiction for a few weeks, picking apart anything he said and interpreting where he’d been, what he’d seen out there. Who he might have fucked after you.
But the clips pointed you nowhere, filling your mind with useless knowledge about his various taekwondo medals and first impressions of his members.
And just like it entered, your new fixation exited your routine suddenly.
You tossed your phone on your bed one night, letting out an exasperated sigh after closing three tabs of useless articles and finding nothing in them.
“You good?” Mark asked.
You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Just stressed.”
He turned to face you, placing his phone down by his pillow as well.
“Is it that new thing at work?”
You rested your cheek on your hand, turning to face him too, noting the genuine look of care in his widened eyes.
“Yeah,” you replied. “Something like that.”
He held his gaze on yours for a minute, his eyes stretching into a smile as he let out a little laugh.
“Well you know I’m always here for you. Do you want to, like, talk about it or something?”
You smiled back at him, shaking your head in response.
There was no feasible explanation as to why you were bothered by the whole thing. The whole affair was nearly 5 years old now- you were a completely different person at that time. Maybe it was the idea of giving your body to someone who was so unchanged by it, he’d moved on to a whole new life without so much as a phone call. You loved Mark. You wouldn’t trade the relationship between you two for anything- or rather, anyone. But the pent up anger from being a side piece to someone who only pretended to care about you to get in your pants was hard to ignore.
“Y/n?” Mark interrupted, and your gaze snapped back to his, humming in question.
“I asked if you were in the mood tonight.” He repeated shyly.
“Oh, uh. Yeah! Sure.” You tried to slide your shorts off awkwardly, the knot on your waistband getting stuck as you rushed to fulfill his ask.
“Stupid pants,” you said, fumbling clumsily with them and quickly getting angry.
He raised an eyebrow. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything tonight. I’m kinda beat anyway.”
You fiddled with the knot some more, keeping your gaze away from his now, hoping he wouldn’t notice any change in your demeanor.
“No no, it’s cool,” you replied dryly. “Seriously, I want to.”
Mark reached over, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead and retying the string on your pajama shorts.
“I’m not doing anything when you’re all distracted. It’s not right. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll go somewhere for breakfast, yeah?”
With one hand gently grazing over your stomach, he reached over your small frame, turning out the lamp and pulling you closer as darkness washed over the room. A small sliver of moonlight through the window shone over your face, and you hoped Mark wouldn’t notice the single tear running down your cheek.
*
“Do the wires in your mind get sewn together, rubbed and severed by the heat?”
The whole thing was stupid. You knew that, and you couldn’t keep doing this to Mark.
He’d been there for you since the start of your life without Felix, and you never had to doubt the love he had for you. Mark was a permanent fixture in your otherwise monotonous life and the only interesting thing about it, at that.
Maybe this was the universe’s way of reminding you to be grateful for what was here.
And that you were. You made it up to Mark several times since that week, surprising him with new lingerie sets when you could, and cooking a week’s worth of his favorite meals.
“It’s not even my birthday…” he’d always remark through hungry kisses, barely having time to set aside his briefcase before you dropped to your knees and finished him off right there in the hallway.
And things seemed to go back to normal.
Or at least you thought.
The business campaign you were working on was stressful- that, you hadn’t lied to Mark about.
Late nights turned into early mornings in front of your laptop, typing away at spreadsheets and pulling together presentation decks for your boss.
Mark typically knew when to leave you alone, only interrupting to bring you hot coffee and little snacks late into the night, until he’d fall asleep in the bedroom and wait for you to join. Sometimes, your work consumed your ability to sleep.
Tonight, after dinner, Mark tended to his usual routine of brewing you a cup of coffee, knowing it was going to be another late night for you.
Just a few more days of this, you promised him.
He wasn’t mad at your dedication to your work, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss cuddling in bed together.
“Shit,” you heard him say loudly. “We’re out of creamer.”
You glanced up over your laptop.
“Darn. I’ll just have it plain.”
He bent down to the first level of the fridge, peering around like a bottle might suddenly appear.
“Nah, I’ll go buy some. I’ll just be a few,” he said, closing the door and adjusting the knit black beanie on his head.
You looked up at him again, feeling a sense of guilt as he scanned the granite counter for his car keys.
“No no, you stay,” you said to him, lowering your laptop screen but not closing it fully. “I’ll go. I need a break anyway.”
He cocked his head a little. “I don’t even think the grocery store is open this late. Let me go to the convenience store and get one of those small cartons.”
You shook your head again, standing up and reaching for the keys that had been in your eyesight the whole time.
“I’ll go to the one further away. No biggie.”
Mark smirked a little as you pulled on your sneakers. “You’re getting in the way of my plan to secretly buy those cookies I like.”
You let out a gentle laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek and slinging your purse over your shoulder.
“Was already on my shopping list, silly.”
“Love you!” He shouted behind you, laughing as you jokingly waved him off and made your way to your car.
Your favorite convenience store was a few minutes away, by your parents’ house. They didn’t have an extensive selection of groceries, but they did have vanilla coffee creamer, and Mark’s favorite cookies. And that was enough to keep you coming back.
It was the same convenience store you’d practically grown up at, piling rice balls and mochi donuts on the counter after every drunken night out.
So much that the staff knew you by name, often “forgetting” to scan an item or two and keeping it a secret from the store manager.
The little bell chime indicated your entrance, and right away you were met with enthusiastic greetings from the employees.
“Y/n!” the regular employee exclaimed, ushering you to the newly placed display of rice balls.
You chuckled in response. “Just here for creamer, actually! But that is very tempting.”
You made your way around the display to the fridge, grabbing two bottles and hastily finding your place in line.
Only two people stood in front of you, and you scrolled through social media on your phone as they rang up their items and trickled out of the store.
At your turn, you placed both bottles on the counter, suddenly remembering Mark’s cookies you’d forgotten. “Sorry, let me grab one more thing!”
You sauntered two aisles down to the cookies while the cashier scanned, and then stopped when you noticed one box left on the shelf. One that was already being carefully examined by another shopper.
Feeling a sense of discouragement, you pretended to look over the other options, knowing very well Mark didn’t like just any option. He was always very passionate in his request for jam-filled shortbreads.
The shopper stood tall, back faced to you, as they scanned the nutrition labels and shifted the box around in their grip.
Just decide, you urged them mentally.
“Excuse me, are there any more of those?” You spoke suddenly, surprising yourself with your rather sharp tone.
He turned on his heel, a serious expression on his face as his eyes met with the rushed voice.
And you knew immediately.
Despite the black beanie pulled snugly over his locks, oversized hoodie that swallowed his figure, and a thin black mask covering his nose and mouth, you knew in his eyes.
Almond brown eyes filled with warmth and intensity, offset by the familiar beige galaxies that scattered across his eyelids, the rest concealed by his dark mask. What a shame it was, to cover something so beautiful.
You could tell he knew, too, his gaze fixated on yours for a minute, saying nothing as he maintained his tenacious grip on the cardboard box. Your thoughts ran at a record pace, swirling around your head like harsh waves in a tsunami, searching for something- anything to cling on to.
Say nothing, you told yourself. Leave.
And before he could get a word out, you dropped your gaze to the tiled floor below him. “Nevermind. You can keep them.”
The convenience store spun all around you, much like the storm brewing in your head, as you practically sprinted back to the counter and slapped a twenty in front of the employee, who’d already bagged your coffee creamers.
“Keep the change,” you said to him, before snatching the bag off the counter and making a beeline for your car.
Your hands shook as you put the key in the ignition, seeing him exit the store out of your peripheral vision. Like a lost animal searching for safety, his head scanned over the cars in the parking lot, stopping in dismay as he recognized you again, this time through your foggy car window.
Your head remained straight, forced tunnel vision on the giant soda advert plastered on the window of the store in front of you.
And without so much as a glance in his direction, you made your way out of the lot and back toward your apartment.
*
Hours spent replaying the interaction in your head quickly turned to days, and Mark could tell once again that something wasn’t right. You felt yourself sink back into that place of uncertainty and unresolved doubts.
On top of that, your daily routine was beginning to drive you crazy. Wake up, work, come home, work.
Sleep. Repeat.
It also didn’t help that things between you and Mark had fallen tense in the past few weeks.
Nights you worked late, he often did too, staying at the lab for a few hours extra and coming home more tired than ever. You tried to initiate intimacy with him, but it seemed he was the one declining lately.
During your few minutes together before work, you broke the groggy silence to speak.
“I need to go to my parents’ for a few days.”
He furrowed his eyebrows at you, cocking his head while chewing his toast. “Your parents’ place? Like, across town? Why?”
You shrugged, swirling a spoon around in your bowl of cereal.
“I need some time. And space.”
He swallowed his bite of toast dramatically. “Are you- I mean, are we okay?”
You reassured him with a small smile. “Yeah, we’re okay. It’s just the stress of work and life. Want to make sure I get time to say hi to mom and dad, you know?”
Mark nodded. “Yeah, for sure. When are you planning on going?”
You got up from your seat at the table, bringing your bowl to the sink and giving it a light rinse. “Tonight. I’m just gonna pack a bag and go straight there after work. I already let my boss know I’ll be out for a couple days.”
Mark nodded again. “Okay, well say hi to them for me. I’ll hold down the fort over here.”
You walked over to him, pressing a little kiss to his temple, and grabbed your laptop.
“We’re okay,” you repeated. “And I love you.”
He didn’t respond, looking down at his food as he pondered your words.
You left for work earlier than usual, stuffing a duffel bag of clothes in your trunk and letting your parents know you’d be there later. The work day went by slowly, projects and emails confirming that you did indeed need a few days away from all this. By the time the end of the day finally rolled around, you wasted no time booking it to your car and changing out your heels for a pair of sneakers.
*
Your childhood home was on the other side of town, but the rush hour of traffic on a Friday evening doubled the time it took for you to get there. When you did, mom was already out for her night shift, and dad wasn’t even home for the week.
Maybe coming here for the purpose of saying hi to mom and dad was a bit of a lie. But you had been honest to Mark about needing time and space. And several days off. Days you hoped to spend curled up in your childhood bed catching up on sleep.
Your room was largely unchanged. There were still little holes scattered on the walls from where your posters were hung with thumbtacks, but the walls remained void of any new decor. The carpet was the same too, down to the prominent coffee stain you’d gotten on it nearly a decade ago. Your window still gave a clear view of the streets beyond yours, framed artistically by overgrown vines in the front yard.
With a deep sigh, you leaned against the frame of the sill, soaking in the familiarity of it all. It was just like you remembered, and a part of you almost hoped you’d see something different. Maybe even someone.
There was no doubt that the room brought memories of Felix flooding right back. You still remembered the way he’d knock on your window, always giving three straight thumps so you’d know it was him. A habit you found funny, remembering that he’d warn you not to open the window for any less than 3 knocks- because “2 knocks could be a serial killer’s greeting. And one knock could be a bear.”
These walls had heard some of the most obscene confessions, seen some of the most indecorous outfits you’d wear for him and only him. And yet, you found solace in knowing that they also housed some of the most intimate crying sessions, giddy laughter, and a blossoming relationship that would follow you so many years later.
You stepped away from the window, finally making way to your bed and lying down with an exasperated sigh. Maybe a part of you hoped Felix was still in town. Maybe a part of you even came here on the off-chance he would come visit.
Thoughts you shoved to the back of your mind, not having the emotional capacity to deal with the idea that you longed to experience it all over again.
*
Mornings in your parents’ house were nothing like the way they were at Felix’s. Mom was always asleep for the day, having come home early in the morning from her shift. Dad usually wasn’t home.
Such was the way things were when you awoke the next morning, birds chirping outside your window to indicate the start of a new, sunny day. You rolled over in your tangled sheets, squinting heavy eyes at your alarm clock and catching a glimpse of the time.
9:46am.
You’d surprised yourself with how tired you were, stretching your limbs lazily and staring at the blank ceiling above you. When you finally sat up in bed, the smell of breakfast hit your nose instantly.
The house filled with scents of grilled meat and freshly brewed coffee, and you could make out the faint noises of the toaster popping and oil sizzling.
Mom must have prepared breakfast for your return today. You wasted no time putting on your house slippers and bolting out the door to greet her, already appreciative of her kind gesture. When you turned the corner into the kitchen, a foreign sight caught you off guard.
Your mom stood in front of the stove, scrambling eggs around in a frying pan as you’d predicted.
And sat at the dinner table, stuffing forkfuls of Canadian bacon and sips of hot coffee in his mouth, was Felix.
You audibly gasped, and Felix looked up from his plate to acknowledge you.
He wore a plain white t-shirt, his straight hair hung loosely around his face with no particular placement, yet still somehow perfectly styled.
A pair of silver earrings dangled by his neck as he looked up at you, mouth full of food. In an instant, he pushed his chair out from behind him and stood up, saying nothing as he continued to chew. Without the ability to talk, he gave you a small wave, which you ignored.
You were suddenly self-conscious of your own appearance, looking far too casual in a tank top and shorts, house slippers loudly announcing you’d only just woken up. Your hair was still in yesterday’s work bun almost falling out of the flimsy hair tie, and the lack of makeup was more than hard on the eyes.
Before he could finish chewing to get a sentence out, you shouted out to your mom, who still hadn’t noticed your arrival. “Taking a really important work call in the other room, could you keep it down please?”
She shouted back over the loud sounds of oil sizzling.
“Sure thing, but look who’s here! Ah, it’s burning! Hold on,” And she turned her attention back to the stove.
You looked over at Felix again, who’d finished chewing at this point, still standing awkwardly in front of his plate and fiddling his hands together like a lost child.
“Oh… it’s nice to meet you.” You said, with a little bow, turning around quickly and disappearing back into your room.
You refused to entertain this. You weren’t going to give him what he wanted, to pretend he was interested in your life just to get in your pants one more time. You’d humiliated yourself enough the first time.
Back in your room, you locked the door with force and shoved your desk chair under the knob, triple-checking to ensure it couldn’t be opened. You shut the blinds and hopped back into your bed, wrapping the comforter around you and trying your best to steady your breathing. But it was no use; the tears began anyway.
You can’t remember how long you cried- it must have been hours before you drifted off to sleep again. When you woke up for the second time that day, it was well past 5 in the afternoon.
Your skin was sticky with sweat and your hair was begging to be let out of its knotted mess. When you rolled out of bed, a pounding headache made itself present. Crying and sleeping for hours were always a lethal combination.
After a long shower and some time to think it over, you felt small and stupid again. Were you doing the right thing? What was the point of coming here if not for closure? Why were you even here?
A fleeting voice told you to ditch the whole trip and go back to the apartment. Back to your safe space with Mark, where the two of you could marathon dumb movies and make love on the couch like you always did.
But you quickly dismissed the thought, reminding yourself that you weren’t going to let some dumb fling drive you away from a much-needed vacation at your parents’ place. When you confirmed that the coast was clear, you made your way back out to the kitchen, where your mom sat at the dinner table with a book.
“Hi honey,” she said. “We waited for you, figured you got caught up in that work call of yours.” A slight raise of her eyebrow indicated she knew.
You sighed, sitting on the chair across from her.
“Want to tell me what happened?” She asked.
You shook your head. “Things are just difficult right now. I don’t want to get caught up in… things that I shouldn’t.”
She nodded, setting her book down. “He left you a little gift in the corridor.”
Then she got up from her seat and hoisted her purse over her shoulder. “Leaving for the evening- make sure you lock all the windows before you sleep.”
When she was out of sight, you made your way to the corridor, finding a little white box on the console table by the entrance. It was wrapped neatly with a blue ribbon, in typical Felix fashion. You pulled one end, watching the tie come undone, and carefully lifted one end to reveal the contents inside.
The scent hit you before the sight, and you knew instantly. His signature baked goods.
*
You were up much earlier the next morning. The fresh summer air beckoned you to go outside, which you did, completing an almost 3-mile jog. Post-exercise, you ate a full breakfast, and then called Mark, his phone going straight to voicemail.
It wasn’t typical of Mark to sleep in, but you knew he was busy at the lab late these days, so you opted for a quick text instead.
Late night again? Call me when you can. Love you :)
There was something so freeing about having no plans, no to-do list, and better yet, no monotonous routine like you had most days.It was like you could do anything you wanted while you were here- which you did. You watched old reruns of cartoons, flipped through ancient yearbooks kept in boxes out in the storage shed, and even repaired some of the flawed spots on your walls with a can of white paint you found. You also finished piles of chores around the house for your parents, going so far as to fold and hang all their laundry for them. By the time you’d put away the last of the socks, it was well past 5 in the afternoon.
The loud sound of the doorbell startled you from inside your parents’ shared closet. Had they been expecting any packages? The gardener, perhaps? You cautiously made your way to the front door, smoothing down your blouse and adjusting your shorts that had ridden up while you worked. You unlatched the door and opened it, feeling a drop in your chest as you locked eyes with the figure.
“Hi,” he said, keeping his gaze locked on yours.
You cleared your throat. “Hi…Can I…help you?”
His lips parted slightly, closing again as his expression changed to that of dejection.
“Um… I just came to drop this off.”
You looked at his hands; which clutched a little white envelope.
“Okay,” you replied, reaching out to take it from him. He pulled his hands back a little so that the envelope was just out of reach.
You looked up at him again with a questioning look.
“Did I… I mean, how are you?” He asked awkwardly.
“Me?” You said in reply, feeling annoyed at his persistence for an interaction. “Is this a new mailman greeting? I’m good. Can I get my mail now?”
Your heart dropped as soon as you finished speaking. It was a despicable bit you kept up, enough to hurt even yourself.
His lips pulled together in a thin line, raising his eyebrows and looking down at his feet.
“Ouch. Yeah, here you go.” He handed you the envelope, turning around and marching off without a word.
You watched his head hang as he took confident strides away from you, getting farther out of reach with each passing second.
“Wait,” you called after him, a moot point as he only kept walking.
As soon as he was out of sight, you slammed the front door, eyes welling up with tears as you slid down the door and dropped to the floor. Why had you said something so stupid? You imagined yourself in his shoes briefly, shaking your head at the thought of him reducing your existence to that of a delivery person.
It was the third time this week you’d fucked up a chance at making amends with Felix. And by far the worst one- there was no way he’d be back any time soon. Or ever again, for that matter.
You wiped tears with the back of your hand, suddenly remembering the letter he came here to drop off. After a few deep breaths, you examined it in your shaky hands, thumbing over the ink on the back that spelled your name. His handwriting looked the same as it did so many years ago- so neat and carefully placed. You tore it open timidly, pulling out a little yellow card.
Y/n,
It’s been a while
I hope you still like brownies!
I’m going to the new coffee shop across the street tomorrow if you’d like to join
9am?
PS- I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced!
You read the letter once, then twice, then six more times before you could even comprehend what it was.
Despite your ingenuous behavior all week, he was still willing to try and fix things with you. That was, up until a few minutes ago. The invitation still sat in your hand, but it would be a miracle if he agreed to go anywhere near you after the stunt you pulled.
You tossed the letter aside, burying a tear-stained face in your hands as you began to cry again at the thought that you’d likely never see him again.
He’d slipped through your fingers yet again, only this time, it was entirely your fault.
*
“You’re wasting your time with lame excuses and lies”
Why were you even trying? In what universe would Felix agree to see you again after the stunt you pulled?
It didn’t matter. Chalk it up to pure delusion and naivety, but you were up bright and early, all dressed up and ready to meet for coffee with him. If he didn’t show, you’d surely owe him an apology, which your ego silently prayed you wouldn’t have to track him down to deliver. And if he did, things would be unbearably awkward. You’d lose either way- but that’s not to say he hadn’t already had his share of loss dealing with your abhorrent attitude.
You were grateful you packed some of your nicer clothes while you stayed at your parents’. You’d settled on a feminine white peasant top, a pair of fitted slacks, and spent the morning curling your hair to convince him you weren’t always an unpresentable slob despite the way you’d appeared all week.
When you arrived, the shop was teeming with young couples and coffee connoisseurs. The lively atmosphere combined with gloomy warm lighting made for a romantic date location- forcing you to remind yourself that this was not in fact a date. You verily assumed it to be a working session- one where you two would sort out the awkward encounters and establish boundaries again. Followed by some brief small talk and a proper send-off so that you could finally shut him out of your mind for good.
A short staircase led you to the upper level, where most of the tables were neatly decorated with glass vases of daisies that thrived in the sun beams illuminated along the rows of windows. You clutched your bag, looking around nervously and trying your best to steady the rapid thump of your heartbeat in your throat. Couples. Couples. A family. A pair of sisters.
And on the last table, Felix.
He looked mature in a sleek white turtleneck and dangly silver earrings, his ashy locks tucked neatly behind both ears. As you approached the table, he looked up for a brief second, shifting his eyes away once again as you pulled out the chair across from him and took a seat.
You waited for him to say something, which he didn’t.
Conversely, your pride didn’t allow you to speak first.
“You’re blonde,” you said suddenly, your voice coming out much shakier than you had anticipated.
[warnings: smut, degradation (like a lot), mean reader, lowkey pathetic hyunjin, dumbassery, confusion about feelings, angry sex (kinda?), unprotected penetration (don't do this), choking, hair pulling, bondage, cunnilingus, light slapping (like twice)]
[REPOST FROM MY DELETED SMUT BLOG]
[author's note: i can't do this anymore, the grip he has on my brain is insane. this is kinda weird?? read at your own risk lmao, not responsible for the brain damage, pt.2 might be written?]
hyunjin as the type of guy to be the uni heartthrob annoying you for no apparent reason. he keeps following you around, trying to talk to you, even tho your replies make it quite clear that you want him gone. you're the quiet, scary and academic type and he's the loud, funny and popular type. the entire campus questions why he's following someone like you around, but they're afraid of saying anything because his friends always keeping lurking, glaring down anyone who tries to question him.
even tho his friend group looks quite intimidating in the distance, they're just a bunch of dorks. and so is he. but with a massive crush on you. he finds you quite scary tho, your almost neutral expression and no bullshit attitude intimidating most people that come your way. he saw just a glimpse of your kindness once, when you baby-talked to your friend's cat, he almost lost it. but he mostly sees your other side, the undefeatable one that shows in the debates in your sociology class that he sneaks in to watch, the mean one that you once used to make someone cry when they targeted your bestfriend.
he gets off to that meaner side of you, that's his dirty little fantasy. he wants to be degraded by that side and be used for your amusement while he's unable to do something to help himself, and your softer side to soothe him afterwards.
but that just stays a fantasy.
until..
you're in the library one weekend, just to return some books and pick up new ones for your research, you walk out to the corridors to see none other, than hwang fucking hyunjin. he wasn't expecting to see you there, but he bursts into a smile, pulling his attention from whatever he had in his hands.
"hey, yn!" he waves at you, you shove your stuff into your bag and walk the opposite of his direction, also opposite to where you need to go. you can't do this right now.
it's not like you hate him, you think he's cute, you're beginning to get used to him following you, maybe you'd even give him a chance on a good day. but your day has been shitty enough as is. you can't bring yourself to interact with him just now.
"heyy, you didn't wave back." he jogs up to you and starts walking alongside you. oh how you wish he'd just be his own way for once.
he doesn't like your lack of reaction. you're not even sparing him a glace!
"come ooonnn, stop ignoring me!" he pouts at you with a whine all too dramatic.
"leave me alone, hyunjin" you hiss at him. you really don't wanna say something worse, but it's like he trying to........ provoke you? he's being much more pushy than he usually is, and there's no one in the corridors on a godddam weekend and you're very fucking close to snapping.
"ynnn!! pay attention to me!" he whines again, really wanting to provoke you. he's not blind, he notices you're not in a mood to be messed with. but a tiny, little parts of him wants to push you further, to maybe make you snap at him.
and when he crosses the line and touches your waist, you do.
you snap.
pushing him to nearest wall with some force, drawing his breath out of his lungs. you pin him there and your anger flows out, in sharp, hurtful words.
"the fuck do you think you were doing? what makes you think you can touch me? is this another dare from your group of fuckboys? or are you just a little attention whore who thinks he's entitled to everyone?"
you didn't mean a word you said, your anger was making up stuff on it's own, but he was flushed, a wild red on his face, that's when your gaze dropped to the floor, looking at whatever he dropped when you shoved him. you lean down to pick them up.
pictures. of you. not too many, not pictures taken by invading your privacy, but a few snaps of you in the corridors, or the canteen, or the library. times when you were fully aware he was there, from that one polaroid phase he had, he used to carry that thing around for a full two weeks.
the pictures flip something in you, you take your chances with him. you wanna test him, you know it's risky, but your brain isn't weighing it very well currently.
"god, hyunjin. look at you-" your voice drops an octave without you even realising it, and it does things to him that can't say out loud. you wave the photographs at him.
"-taking pictures of me like a little creep? so filthy. following me around like a desperate little slut. were you hoping to be discovered?"
you didn't expect him to be as affected as he was. breath uneven from your jump scare a second ago, ears red, with some of redness bleeding into his face, still affixed in the position you pinned him in. your leg shifts between his legs and his boner brushes against your thigh. what a surprise. he likes this. he looks away from you, but you turn his face to you with your forefinger, him gulping at the action. adorable.
"you really are an attention whore aren't you? following me around like that? clicking pictures of me? bothering me and hoping I'll take notice? pathetic." you tsk at him, he looks on the verge of tears but his boner says a different story, you experimentally press you leg over it, recieving a small whimper in return. yup, he's definitely enjoying this.
"you got hard just by me yelling and shoving you huh?"
he's torn, his brain sending him mixed signals, he's embarrassed, he wants to go back to his dorm and hide and never show his face to the world ever again. but he likes this, part of him wants you to humiliate him more, maybe do things to him that he won't be able to forget. and a part of him is even more embarrassed at the route his thoughts are taking.
you're not thinking straight. he's hot, you shouldn't be doing this, but some predatory instinct inside you wants to. you use him as a catalyst to get your mind off of whatever has been bothering you. it probably shouldn't be a big deal, he wants this anyway.
"tell me hyunjin, do you really think i don't notice? you think i didn't notice you staring at me when I was with Lin and her cat? do you really think i didn't see you when I had to drive that asshole away from her? you think i don't notice how you sneak into sociology and watch me from the corner? i do. how will you explain all that huh?"
fuck. he didn't think you noticed. he really has no explanation. he's fucked. you could report him, or worse, out him infront of everyone, you even have the photos with you. he should have thought this through. he's done for. he's pretty sure you're gonna report him-
"i'm sorry! please don't-"
"make up for it."
"w-what?" he's pulled out of his trance.
"well, since you've behaved like a pathetic slut, make up for it by actually being one. maybe then i'll forgive you"
he gulps, he would do it without second thought but he doesn't know if you're kidding or mocking him. he even has no idea how to say it, so he just sighs and nods.
"that's what i thought. follow me."
he follows you on shaky legs as you lead him outside of campus, and the next thing he knows, he's being pinned to the door of your apartment while you unbuckle his belt and whip it out of it's place. he has no idea what to expect when you detach yourself from him and seat yourself on the couch.
"come here." you order and he follows, walking over to you.
"strip." you say, he feels exposed under your intense gaze, even with you sitting down on the low couch while he stands in front of you, he feels like he's on display. he can't say he doesn't like it tho. so he puts on a show for you, peeling of each piece of his outfit one by one, jacket, followed by his shirt, then his pants, all in quite sultry a manner before he stops, only his boxers on, and looks at you uncertainly.
"off." is all you need to say before he's kicking them away, his erection springing free. you look at him for a good while, soaking in details of his body, pretty neck and collarbones, lean arms and torso and such a slutty waist, further down to his painfully hard dick, red and leaking, body supported by strong and pretty thighs. and for a guy like him, he has a big dick.
he's aware of your intense stare on him, suddenly feeling very conscious of his own appearance.
you get up from your place, his belt still in one hand, the other going to his shoulder, making him shiver before it glides to his back as you make your way behind him, gripping his hips and pressing your front to his back, as if to tease, making his breath hitch. you bring his wrist his wrists together behind his back and tie them together with his own belt.
"i'm giving you a chance to back out, i'll throw those pictures away and you can walk out like this never happened. do you wanna stop?" you whisper into his ear.
"n-no."
"good, then kneel" you smirk, pushing him down onto his knees and resuming your place on the couch.
you take a moment to admire how pretty he looks like this, kneeling infront of you with his hands tied back, breath uneven and so disheveled. so, so pretty.
as you take your pants off, his eyes fly to your covered heat, cute. you can't help but slowly press your foot down onto his dick, drawing a pained moan out of him because he's been neglected for so long.
you part your thighs and your eyes are enough to order him to get to work. he shifts to you and licks a long stripe on top of your wetness before you shift your panties to the side. he can't help but drool at the sight.
he starts working immediately, licking and sucking like a man on a mission. and he's on a mission indeed, a mission to prove himself somehow, because he knows this is probably the only time this is happening and he wants to make you feel as good as possible, make you remember him, because he sure as hell will never forget this. and certainly never forget the sudden moan from you as his tongue laps at your clit, noticing you're the most sensitive there. he keeps that in the back of his mind as he sticks his tongue inside of you, quite literally making out with your cunt. your hand comes down to grip at his hair, drawing a moan that vibrates straight into your core.
his tongue moves in and out of you while his button nose touches your clit with each movement, he pulls his tongue out only to attach his mouth onto your clit enveloping it in warmth and sucking on it, making you pull stronger at his hair before he resumes his work inside of you.
he's too good at this, it doesn't help that it's been a long while since you last did anything sexual.
you push him further into yourself by his hair and he moans right into you, the vibrations bringing you awfully close to your high. you release a breathy curse which motivates him to speed up.
when you cum, it is with slight spasms, chasing down the delicious feeling as your thighs close around him, burying him into you, almost suffocating him, but he keeps going nonetheless.
you yank him back by the hair to look at his drenched face, he finally catches his breath, making his chest heave as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. you give his face a slap, not too hard, yet he only moans at the impact.
"you like being slapped, slut?"
"y-yes" he nods as well as he can with the grip you have in his hair. you slap him, the redness resulting just adding to the erotic look on his face.
"up." you instruct, he stumbles up onto his feet with a wince and you move to free his hands. his wrists are red, almost bruised by how hard he's pulled against the belt.
you lay back on the couch, beckoning him over.
"fuck me." you order. "if you can that is." you add after seeing the uncertainty on his face, he nods frantically.
"i c-can."
he says he can, but he melts the moment his dick enters you, he's too sensitive, having waited for so fucking long.
"feels so good. fuck." he moans into your ear at the feeling as he hovers over you. he starts to move, his length stretching you out and drawing heavy breaths out of you by the sheer size, his tip touches your g-spot without much effort, hitting it repeatedly as he starts moving.
his arms shake at your sides, everything becoming too overwhelming for some reason, your warmth wrapped around him, the stimulation suddenly making his head spin.
"f-fuck... " the poor boy is trembling, voice slurring as his hips move in an erratic manner, although it's taking you time to get used to him, you take the chances you get to mock him. your hand moves to wrap around his throat like a necklace of sorts.
"you can't even fuck me, so pussydrunk already? i'll have to all the work myself huh?" he looks at you with glossy eyes as your fingers press down on the sides of his neck.
"please yn" he whimpers out, with no real context as to what he's asking for, his eyes screwing shut. his arms are barely keeping him up anymore, sweating and trembling like he'll fall.
"you're too fucked out to even use your brain huh? begging and you don't even know what for. it's okay tho, since that's all a dumb slut can do. i'll show you how you're supposed to make me feel."
you push him onto his back, getting a yelp in return and waste no time in grinding down onto him, resulting in a loud gasp from the boy. your hand finds it's way back to his throat. he lets go completely, hands falling to his sides and head pressing back into the cushions as he releases a string of broken moans while you ride him into oblivion.
"o-oh, fuckfuckfuck. oh god."
you laugh at his helpless sounds, suppressing your own becoming difficult.
"god isn't gonna save you here, baby."
that makes him let out a loud, almost sob like moan.
"please." he whines as his hips buck up in the slightest. you're getting closer with every passing second and it looks he is too.
"please what, sweetheart? want me to stop? because your pathetic self can't take it? or want me to fuck you dumb until you're left a babbling mess?" these words make him let out the loudest moan you've heard from a man. he really does get off on degradation.
"c-close. oh god, please. please. fuck." he's physically restraining himself from reaching out to you, hands grasping at whatever purchase he can find on anything around him.
"fuck. i'm close. you there? cum with me." you breathe out to him and he cums with a broken sob, his high hitting him like a train as his breath falters and his back arches beautifully, you keep moving throughout, riding out your own orgasm which hits in sweet waves, you keep going for a while after, just to overstimulate the boy a little, getting small, pained whimpers from him.
"c-can i touch you? please?" he asks, still in his post orgasm haze, his voice so adorably small that it makes you give in.
"go ahead." you say, expecting him to touch you tits or ass, but you didn't expect him to pull you body down to lay on top of him as you both catch your breath from your orgasms. he was holding on tight, like he'll fall if he let go. that little action did something to your heart but you pushed it back, not wanting to ruin the moment.
you originally planned to fuck him and kick him out, getting rid of those pictures anyway, but you think you don't mind if he stays for a while, you let him cling to you for a few minutes before the stickiness and stench of sex gets to you.
"hey, hyunjin? let's clean up hmm?" he makes a small noise but unwraps his arms anyway, but winces with you when you get off of his dick.
you pay no attention to his cum dripping out as you get yourself and him towels to clean up and put on some clothes.
he lets you drag him to the kitchen and accepts the water you give him, you're busy observing his features when his small voice snaps you out.
"i'm sorry." why is he apologizing? you find him looking down on the floor.
turns out he's sorry for clicking those pictures without your consent, it takes a while to convince him that you actually saw him taking those, just chose not to protest. well since you noticed him in places he didn't think you would, this didn't surprise him either.
you send him off with a warning not to die on the streets in a car accident.
fuck, you really need to get him out of your brain.
he's gone and you suddenly remember you need to clean your apartment before Lin comes over, you rush to find a way to get rid of the very obvious smell of sex in your living room, while you clean your brain goes on autopilot with it's thoughts.
As the evening started to settle in, mingi found himself craving attention, watched as you, immersed yourself in a book, seemingly nearly oblivious to his presence. Annoyance bubbled up within him, and he couldn't resist the urge to whine for attention.
"baby~" he called out, his tone tinged with frustration and desperation.
looking up from your book, a hint of irritation flashing across in your eyes at the interruption, it took you months to find this book, what did he want. "What is it, mingi?" you said, trying to mask your slight annoyance.
"I'm bored, and needy" he complained, a pout on his plush lips.
all you did was sigh, setting the book aside for a moment, giving him your full attention. "What do you want to do?" you huffed, trying to be patient.
"I don't know" shrugging his shoulders. "I just want you to pay attention to me."
you couldn't help but roll your eyes, you knew how important it was to make time for your relationship, it's just this book- that's when It dinged
"how about we cuddle, and I play an audio book in the background hmm princess?"
quickly grinned as he jumped into the bed, curling into your lap, inhaling your sweet scent, with a soft smile, she reached out and turned on the audio book "Okay baby, now it's us time okay?" you said, annoyance melting away as you slowly played with his hair, happy whines heard in return, spending the evening reconnecting and enjoying each other's company.
warnings; sub!beomgyu, dry humping, readers older, established rs
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beomgyu who's been good for you all week, not touching himself, holding out like you asked him to. it's torture but even worse when you decide to play with him a little, sending him teasing photos of you in a plaid miniskirt-- his favorite pair, showing just enough to get him spurred on but too little that he pathetically texts you for more. obviously, you ignore his request, instead warning him to not jerk off-- you'd know if he did, and he'd get punished accordingly.
the poor babys jittery the last few days, feeling like he'd lose his mind each passing hour. you know by now that he'd most likely give in, so you call him at night under the guise of just wanting to talk to your sweet boyfriend, but it's really just to tease him enough to stop him from giving up-- "you probably already jerked off, i know you gyu, you're too easy"
it's a little mean, but you laugh when you can hear him stumbling over his words promising you that he didn't, he swears he didn't. and that he isn't easy, that this challenge was soooo simple for him that you couldn't even imagine how fast this week went by for him. you laugh again, this time a little more fondly, a smile overtaking your face-- your boyfriend was so cute.
so when it finally comes down to it, the day beomgyu was allowed to feel your hands on him, he absolutely loses it. when you push him into your apartment, you don't waste time to ask him to pull down his pants, to reveal if he disobeyed you or not. usually he'd be shy, face flushed red from embarrassment, but this time, he's quick, immediately dropping his pants to the floor.
you pout as you examine his poor dick with a tilt of your head, swollen red, precum dripping down his tip-- oh he definitely followed through. what a good boy, yeah? so, why're you choosing to tease him more?
well, because it’s fun.
pushing the boy to his limit you ask, "how about one more day?" which gets his head to snap up, looking at you with such desperation and need, tears threatening to spill when he violently shakes his head. "no more, no more, please touch me." he grabs your hand, bottom lip trembling as he forces it on his dick, moving your rigid hand on his shaft, releasing a strained sigh of relief before you hiss, pulling your hand away, tutting at him. "bad boy."
you turn away from him, planning to go watch the premier of a season you and beomgyu have been collectively awaiting-- "tomorrow, i promise baby. i know you can do it." you say, reaching for the fruit basket ontop of your kitchen island.
mistake of yours, what a big mistake to tease beomgyu now of all times-- you don't even get to process anything before you feel him press against your back, his dick squishing in between your cheeks as his head falls to your bare shoulder, his hot breath so inconsistent and fast against your skin. "you're so mean to me noona..." his voice low, so contrasting to his usual demeanor, makes you bite down on your lips--fuck, what was up with the sudden switch up?
"yeah? you couldn't wait a little longer before having your dick against me?" you're already breathless.
you jump a little when his hands tighten on your hips, forcefully pushing it back, the fabric of your tights not doing much from preventing the feel of his hard dick rutting against your ass, slowly moving against you as muffled whines come from the back of his throat, feeling him salivating on your exposed shoulder.
so filthy.
you don't bother stopping him, instead helping him out with a slight push up against him, he earned it anyway. beomgyu doesn't last very long, a last breathy moan before you feel the expected warmth on your ass. you groan in realization. "beomgyu, these are expensive!"
you're still pressed against the kitchen island, and beomgyu's hold doesn't seem to loosen, his head still down on your shoulder, laying wet kisses and spit hickeys up your neck.
your second mistake was challenging that horny dog in the first place.
you and classmate!jeonghan have something special. your relationship has no label right now, but he can’t help but feel such a strong connection when it comes to you. and as you spend more time with sweet hannie, you start to feel the same connection.
which is why you feel so bitter when his not-so-secret admirer comes up to talk to him after class for the third day in a row.
she started talking to jeonghan recently, strutting up to him before class to ask him stupid questions. “did you do the homework, jeonghan? are you busy after class, jeonghan? wanna hang out and study together sometime, hannie?” you’d be fucking fuming when she called him hannie. every time the nickname leaves her pretty lips you feel the uncontrollable urge to punch her right in the mouth. and every time she rushes up to him after class and hands him a mini bag of gummy bears, you intentionally turn away so you don’t have to see her beaming face when he accepts them. he doesn’t even fucking like gummy bears. he told you so after she gave them to him the first time. jeonghan always gives them to you to eat after she leaves, why can’t she see that? you almost feel repulsed by your disgusting feelings of jealousy bubbling up in your stomach every time she speaks. but you can’t help it. he’s supposed to be your hannie, not hers.
jeonghan is no better than you. in fact, he’s probably ten times worse. such a possessive baby.
he feels the same wave of envy when your classmate from science class talks to you in the hallways. he feels that same sick feeling when said classmate tags along with you and jeonghan on campus sometimes, forcing his way into your conversation. jeonghan can’t stand the way he looks at you. he stares at you like you’re his entire world, and it pisses jeonghan off. you’re supposed to be his world, not your classmate’s. you’re supposed to walk with him, not let this loser from science class follow along like some lost puppy. eventually jeonghan would be the one to snap first, letting his green eyes get the best of him. “y/n doesn’t want you,” he’d blurt coldly while science boy was in the middle of talking your ear off. he’d know that he was acting out of character, but didn’t care enough to sit back and watch while this boy steals your attention. “go talk to someone else.” you’d both shoot him bewildered glances, but eventually science boy would begrudgingly excuse himself from the conversation and walk to class alone. once he’s out of earshot, you’d whip your head around towards jeonghan and give him a questioning look. “what’s with you?” you’d press curiously, studying the blush that suddenly settled in on jeonghan’s cheeks. you’d notice that his regular relaxed demeanor and smug smirk were completely absent. he’d cross his arms, seeming to avoid eye contact with you. “don’t like the way he looks at you,” he mumbles reluctantly, playing with a loose strand on his sweater sleeve. you’d just stare at him in awe, watching the way his pretty hair frames his face and how the spring wind ruffles it slightly. his mouth is turned downward into a small frown, almost resembling a pout. was jeonghan jealous? he had to be. “you’re jealous,” you’d state, not even bothering to word it like a question. you knew how obsessed jeonghan was with you, and you were confident his previous rude outburst was purely out of jealousy. he’d nod slightly in response, still not looking at you as he mutters. “you weren’t paying attention to me. he just kept talking.” you’d snicker at his response, grabbing his hand and entwining your fingers with his. you’d lean in and press a quick peck onto his cheek, tugging a strand of his hair with your free hand just to fluster him. “oh, hannie,” you’d sigh, shaking your head at him. “only you have all my attention.” hearing you say that would immediately improve his mood, feeling confident that you chose him over stupid science boy.
the next morning you’d be in class with jeonghan again, holding his hand as you sit next to him like you always do. his little fangirl didn’t come up to start a conversation with him like usual, so you were able to enjoy not hearing her voice for the entire class. that peace was only temporary though, and you noticed her flouncing towards the both of you right as you were about to gather your things. “hannie~!” she’d chirp, staring up at him with the biggest doe eyes you’ve ever seen. there she fucking goes again. you’d force yourself to take a deep breath, mentally counting to ten in a poor attempt to bury your irritation. the most frustrating thing about fangirl’s interactions with jeonghan is how she pretends like you’re never there. she completely dismisses and disregards your presence every time she’s around jeonghan. he wouldn’t have time to respond before fangirl is interrupting him. “i brought you a bigger bag!” she’d grin, snatching his hand and prying it open as she places the larger bag into his palm. your nostrils would flare at the sight of her grabbing his hand, but you’d do your best to bite your tongue. he’d force a smile and utter a small thank you, receiving a joyful giggle from her in return. “let’s go somewhere sometime, okay hannie?” she’d beam, whipping around and practically skipping out of class excitedly.
he’d turn to you slowly, swearing he can feel the anger radiating off of your body. you were completely silent, saying nothing as you snatch his sweater sleeve and exit the lecture hall at the speed of light. an odd little choked noise would escape him as you start unexpectedly dragging him along, leading him through the halls and across the campus. “where are we going?” he’d ask you once, but when you don’t respond he knows not to ask again. after your speedy walk you’d finally reach your desired destination, throwing open the door to your dorm room and tugging him inside with you. once inside you’d wordlessly push him against the door, pressing your lips against his in an urgent and heated kiss. he’d be taken aback by you suddenly pouncing on him, but he’d kiss back eagerly. he’d love the way you take what you want from him. you’d break the kiss, fisting his sweater and trailing messy kisses down his jawline. “she’s pissing me off,” you’d hiss between pecks, reaching a hand down to palm at his cock over his pants. he’d gasp at the sudden contact, his eyes slightly fluttering as you make your way down to his neck. “are—are you jealous too?” he’d ask breathily, a little smirk forming on his face over the idea. you’d nip at the skin of his neck, rubbing him harder over his pants. “if i wasn’t, do you think i’d be fucking acting like this?” you’d seethe, quickly backing away to tug his sweater over his head. you’d run your hands over his exposed skin, littering more kisses all over the expanse of his shoulders. he’d moan shamelessly, hips rutting up into nothing as he attempts to find some relief. “i’m barely touching you and you’re already this worked up?” you’d scoff, lightly scratching your nails down his chest. “yeah,” he’d huff, leaning his head against the door. “i like when you use me. makes me feel like i’m your property.” a slight layer of sweat would bead across his forehead, causing his hair to stick to his skin. you were lucky your roommate wasn’t home when you had barged in with jeonghan, but you honestly don’t think you would have stopped touching him even if they were home. he was just too pretty, too fuckable to ignore. you’d chuckle slightly at jeonghan’s blatant confession. he’d always been shameless, never seeming to feel embarrassed about sharing any of his desires and fantasies about you. “‘let’s go somewhere sometime, okay hannie?’” you’d mimick, repeating fangirl’s words angrily as you drop to your knees and yank down his pants and boxers hastily. “i hate it when she calls me that,” he’d sigh in frustration, watching as you wrap a hand around his cock and stroke him slowly. “i-it sounds better when you say it.” you’d stand up again, pulling your shirt off and tossing it carelessly on the floor next to his clothes. “i wanna fuck you,” you’d declare, causing jeonghan to let out an uneven exhale. “can i?” he’d nod his head enthusiastically, almost not believing the words coming out of your mouth. you? the person he’s obsessed with? wants to fuck him? “please,” he’d whisper, gazing at you with that look. that look filled with desire and lust for only you. you’d say nothing, would only turn around and walk towards your room, stripping the rest of your clothes off on the way and carelessly discarding them on the floor. he’d follow after you clumsily, tripping over his own feet and feeling lightheaded from your hands on him. he secretly loves when you’re mad, it turns him on when you’re so frustrated you’re willing to take it out on him.
you wouldn’t even give him time to speak, immediately pushing him backwards and forcing him to lay down on your plush mattress. “can i feel you with my fingers?” he’d plead, his pupils blown out with lust. you’d give him no answer, instead grabbing his hand and sucking his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. he’d moan softly, feeling your tongue grazing over his fingers and coating them. you’d remove them from your mouth, guiding his soaked digits to your core. he’d slide them in easily, watching as you hold his wrist in place and slightly grind on his fingers. this was his first time pleasing you, and you looked ethereal to him. your face would be slightly flushed, but not from embarrassment. you’d still have that fire in your eyes, that look of confidence and determination to make him yours. he’d whimper at the feeling of your warm heat sucking his fingers in. “always hated when he’d talk to you,” he’d spill, entranced by you using his fingers like he was just some toy made to please you. “wanted you to look at me. i want you more than him, need you so bad. you like me more, right?” he’d fumble, the most desperate expression on his pretty face as he stares up at you. “i’ll take you out, buy you things, make you feel good every night, whatever. i’ll do anything,” he’d plead, the combination of his words and his fingers hitting your sweet spot causing you to let out small sounds. “oh, hannie,” you’d hum, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. “you’ll always be my favorite. don’t want a-anyone else but you.” his heart would swell at your words, butterflies swarming in his stomach and leaving him with a sickly sweet feeling. your favorite? oh, he could just sell his soul to you and belong to you for the rest of his life. he felt your hole clenching around his fingers, watching you throw your head back as you cum around his digits with a gentle moan. god, he could watch you cum for him all day. he’d slide his fingers out carefully, stuffing them into his mouth and licking your release off them greedily. you’d let out a breathless laugh, watching him as he sucks them clean. “please let me eat you out,” he’d beg, watching you hover over his aching length. you’d smile gently at him, grabbing his cock and positioning it towards your entrance. “next time,” you’d coax, rubbing the tip over your slick and pulling a sweet moan from jeonghan. “need to feel you now.” you’d sink down onto him slowly, both of you gasping in unison as he stretches you out. you’d lower yourself onto him and envelop him completely, his hands reaching out for yours so you can hold them. you’d find his little habit of reaching for your hands so endearing, and he slightly sinks his nails into your hand as you start grinding on him. you’d hold his hands down, trapping him underneath you while you rock yourself on his cock a bit faster. “mark me,” he’d blurt, his hair cutely splayed into a messy pile on the pillow beneath him. “bite me. and give me hickeys. just want her to know that i’m yours.” your stomach would do flips listening to him say that, and you’d lean down to sink your teeth into the flesh where his shoulder and neck meet. “then mark me too,” you’d command him, licking the abused skin to soothe it. “need him to know that i’m yours. i know you’ll like that, jeonghannie.” he’d make the most obscene noises as you suck and nip at his skin, leaving behind the prettiest marks in your wake. you’d take turns sucking marks onto each other’s neck and shoulders, letting out the most pornographic moans as you continue to bounce on him. “let’s cum together, hannie,” you’d groan, squeezing his hands tighter. “wanna fill me up? so i can walk around campus with your cum in my panties? he’ll know you fucked me full, my little perv~” your words would immediately tip him over the edge, his hips thrusting up against you as you meet him halfway. his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot, causing your orgasm to wash over you in waves and drag out jeonghan’s. you’d both be panting like mutts in heat, still rutting against each other and overstimulating yourselves.
“want them to know we fucked. want everyone to know,” he’d pant. “want them to know how good you make me feel.” you’d smile, his cock still buried in your core as you trace your fingers over the numerous hickeys and bite marks on his skin. “well, the marks will definitely let them know,” you’d joke, receiving a choked laugh from him. “hey,” you’d breathe, circling your hips around his cock, drawing a needy moan from him. “i like you.” his heart would beat faster, slightly pushing his hips up to fuck into you deeper. “god, i like you so much more,” he’d whimper, the sound of your skin colliding filling the room once again. you two just won’t be able to keep your hands to yourselves after fucking each other so good. and staring at the pretty marks on each other’s bodies would just spur you both on, continuing to make love again and again </3
he’d also let you eat the big bag of gummy bears bc he’s sure as fuck not eating those <3
