Birthday Cake [NSFW]
Summary: It’s Felix’s birthday, and every birthday boy deserves a birthday cake, don’t they? So you send him a picture of your “cake”, all wrapped up and pretty in lace. Shame that he’s out with the boys all day, and he won’t be home to taste his cake until later…might just have to send him more pictures to remind him what he could have, if he just came home a little early.
Poor Felix - it’s his birthday, how could you tease him like this? (not that he’s complaining when he gets to remind you to be good when he gets home)
Warnings: dom!Felix, sub!afab!reader, brat!reader, reader has a vagina and boobs this time guys I’m sorry, lingerie, sending nudes/suggestive content, swearing, penetration (reader receiving), edging, degradation, slight breeding kink
w.c.: 4.2K
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Mass posting all of the birthday stuff (and the Changbin fic I’ve been working on for a couple weeks) is insane!! Sorry that I’ve become a content machine for the week…and with Seungmin’s birthday coming up, too, be expecting another little ficlet :) I hope you enjoy this one, and as always, feel free to send in any requests! The inbox is still open.
From: Jagiya
>Are you alone?
That’s the text that he gets from you, and, checking his screen again, it’s 10:12am. You knew that he was going to be out with Chan for “birthday brunch for the birthday boy” (Chan’s words, not his). You had even left him a brand-new watch on the nightstand with a little post-it note that read: “For your outfit today ♡ Love you, birthday boy!”
So your text was strange, for sure. Did you need him to be alone? Was something wrong? He peeked at Chan in line in front of him, who was engrossed too deeply in the menu to really be paying attention. He typed a quick message back:
From: Sunshine
>No? I’m out to brunch with Chan hyung.
From: Jagiya
>Good.
He waits a couple moments for you to say something else, but nothing comes through. He and Chan are at the front of the line now, so he pockets his phone, hoping you’ll have given him a less vague (and less oddly threatening) response by the time he orders his coffee and food.
“Don’t order anything too big, you’re getting lunch later with Ayen-ah and Seungmin-ah,” Chan reminds him.
“Okay appa.” Felix responds, teasing.
Chan rolls his eyes, but motions for him to order. He does, and then the battle of who gets to pay ensues (Chan wins, but Felix swears up and down that next time he won’t let Chan pay for him). Conversation is light and comfortable, as it always is with his hyung, and Felix forgets for a moment about your text.
But once they’ve got their food and drinks and settled down at a table, Felix pulls out his phone to check the time and sees a new message - rather, a few new messages from you. He smiles to himself, delighted to hear from you (even if you’re being strange).
From: Jagiya
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>A sneak peek of your present for later <3
He opens the messages expecting the usual birthday set-up from you: decorations, maybe a messy kitchen, hopefully a photo of you in the cute apron you always wear when you bake that makes him just a little bit feral.
Instead he’s greeted by you in a silken robe that’s just hanging off of your shoulder, a flash of beautiful blue lace peeking out from under it. He can almost see the curve of your chest, but the robe covers it just so, hiding how the lace probably frames it just right. You’re hiking the slit of the robe up with your hand that isn’t holding the camera, just hiding where he wants to see the most. There’s the smallest flash of the same blue lace peeking out there, just a hint of it, but your hand is placed deliberately: this is a tease, not a gift. It has his fingers curling into the jeans he’s wearing, jaw clenched tight.
“You okay, mate?” Chan says, snapping him out of his reverie.
“You look like you’re about to break your phone in half…or cry. It’s your birthday, if you’re thinking about work right now-”
“Says you,” Felix says, barely contained strain laced throughout his words, “And I’m fine. Just forgot to turn the stove off this morning, apparently. I just got a text about it.”
It’s a lie, and a flimsy one at that - why would Felix have the stove running this morning anyways? No need to cook, he was going out to brunch this morning, and you had forbidden him from making just about anything without you.
Chan catches this, too, squinting at him suspiciously, but he’s not going to push it, not when Felix’s ears are turning red. Had it been another day, he probably would’ve poked and prodded at him a little more, but it was Felix’s birthday. He had to be nice to him today.
“Whatever, mate,” Chan says, “Sounds like something you would do.”
Okay, maybe he didn’t have to be nice.
“Hey! I’m not that bad…”
– – –
The next time he receives an unprompted message from you is four hours later, when he’s at lunch with Seungmin and Jeongin. The younger two really went all out - a higher end restaurant, with a reserved booth in the back for privacy. Felix complained that they hadn’t warned him, and now he was severely under-dressed, but Seungmin had just stuck his tongue out at him.
“It would’ve ruined the surprise,” he had said.
“This lunch was a surprise, I knew it was happening!”
Now, lunch had fallen into an easy lull of conversation. The three of them really were very close in age, and it was easy for the conversation to descend into madness (in the best way possible). Felix very rarely smiled as big as he did with these two around.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to check it. They were waiting on their food still, so he had time to respond to whatever he was receiving.
He wasn’t ready for what he saw.
From: Jagiya
>are you ignoring me :(( that’s fine, i’ll just send these photos to someone else then.
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The robe is still in the first picture, spread under you like a canvas. You’re sprawled across the silk on the bed, one finger of your free hand teasing the strap of the lacy bra. The picture cuts off your lower half just below your belly button, so he can’t see the lace panties that you had teased him with earlier.
The rest of the photos are of a similar vein - all taken in a way that hides your lower half from him. It has him reeling, completely tuned out from whatever conversation Seungmin and Jeongin are trying to have with him. He’d feel bad if he wasn’t so obsessed with you in that pretty blue lace, his favorite shade of blue hugging the curve of your breasts just right. He can feel his cock stirring in his pants as he types his response, fingers angry and quick.
From: Sunshine
>don’t you dare.
>you know better than that, baby.
>stop sending me these now, or you’re going to regret it later.
Your typing bubble pops up immediately, and you’re quick to respond innocently, like you didn’t do anything wrong.
From: Jagiya
>Lixie!!!!!
>miss you already, baby :((
>you don’t like them? i took those photos just for you, though…
From: Sunshine
>i didn’t say that, jagiya.
>but you know better than to tease me when i’m in public. keep it up and you’ll be in trouble later.
From: Jagiya
>oooooh, so scary, sunshine!
>we’ll see how i’m feeling later <3 no promises though, Lixie!
He can hear you giggling through the screen, see the way your eyes are probably sparkling with mischief. It makes him smile, despite himself, and he shuts off his phone before he gets caught for not paying attention.
“Stop texting your partner and pay attention to us!” Jeongin whines, flopping his upper body dramatically on the table.
“You get all mushy when you text them,” Seungmin says, face scrunching up, “It’s gross. Don’t do that kind of stuff when I’m around.”
Well. So much for not getting caught.
– – –
The last time is when he finally breaks. You’d sent him a couple of other teasing messages after his lunch, but there hadn’t been any more photos (which he was grateful for - he wasn’t going to last the whole day if you had sent more photos of you in that little number). Just little things, telling him about how much you missed him…like that.
From: Jagiya [2:32pm]
>missing you, baby. missing how you feel between my legs
From: Jagiya [4:27pm]
>wish it was 7 already so you would be home. can’t cum without you anymore
>you ruined me
>don’t you feel bad? for ruining me like this, making me so desperate and pathetic for you
From: Jagiya [5:02pm]
>need you
>need you so so bad lixie
>im typinf with one hand rn
>bet you wish you could see
From: Jagiya [5:13pm]
>im soooo fucking wet it’s unbelievable
>shame my birthday boy isn’t home to taste his cake ;(
>it’s nice and moist for you
He always responded, patience thinning and thinning but always kind. Telling you he’ll be home in no time, that he can’t wait to see you, that he needs you to be good and wait for him, but God, were you making it hard. He can’t help but scroll up to the photos you already sent him when he gets the chance, phone angled away from the rest of his friends. He’s sure he looks so suspicious right now, readjusting his jeans over and over while glancing at his phone obsessively. He hates to admit it, but you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and he really does consider, for a moment, leaving early to go visit you in your apartment.
But then he’d be giving in to your bratiness, giving in to your teasing and taunting. You’ve been poking and prodding him all day, and he knows that he’s just a breath away from breaking down and reminding you of your place.
And that’s when his phone pings again, right at six o’clock on the dot. He knows it’s you - anyone else who’d be texting him is already in the room with him, chatting and hanging out. He feels so fucking pathetic, because they’re here to celebrate him, and all he can think about is leaving and burying his face between your legs and tasting you through those blue panties. He hasn’t actually seen them still, but he’s pictured them so many times in his mind he’s sure he knows what they look like, the way they hug your curves just right.
He opens the message tentatively, hoping it’s just more of your teasing words, but what he sees has his breath catching in his throat.
From: Jagiya
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>Cake in bed for the birthday boy <3
And damn it, it’s you, and he finally, finally catches a glimpse of those panties clinging to your ass. The photo is from behind, meaning you must have propped your phone up and set a timer for him. Your ass is high in the air, face buried in the sheets in front of you so he can’t see it. Your legs are propped up with, and you’ve got one hand pulling the panties taut against your body, showing a very graphic outline of your pussy against the lace.
He doesn’t hesitate to text you, lower lip caught between his teeth.
From: Sunshine
>don’t you DARE move.
>i’ll be home in 20. you’ll regret messing with me like this, angel.
He’s fumbling out of the room in seconds, throwing out half-assed excuses and apologies to his band members. He makes eye contact with Chan for only a moment, but the moment hangs long enough for him to realize that Chan knows. There’s something knowing in his eyes, and Felix realizes he must have connected the dots that his earlier behavior was linked to this. That he knew that you were involved. It made him flush a deep red, immediately breaking eye contact with his hyung and running out of the room.
He doesn’t remember the drive to your apartment. Not really. All he remembers is the friction of his jeans against his clothed cock, straining against the fabric, and how tight he had to grip the steering wheel to keep his hands off of it. He’s pulling in the driveway at record pace, and he’s flying up the stairs to your apartment, fingers finding his copy of your keys as he jogs up.
When he does get into your apartment he makes sure to be loud. He wants you to hear him, wants the anticipation to build until it breaks you, and you call out for him. He’s slow in his movements, locking the door carefully behind him. His shoes come off at a snail’s pace, keys dropping into the bowl by the door with a clank! You’re in the bedroom - he can see the yellow glow from your lamp lighting up the hallway. He’s shrugging off his jacket gently when he catches a quiet whimper, far off and echoing down the hallway. He can imagine the face you’re making right now, caught somewhere between being turned on and embarrassed to be so needy.
He wonders if you thought tonight would be a night where you’d be in control when you started sending those pictures and texts. He wonders if that’s why you were so bold - no repercussions if you’re the one in charge. But he’s the birthday boy, isn’t he? He deserves to take whatever he wants, it’s the least you can do for him after torturing him all day. He’s been patient, he really has.
His steps are slow and deliberate towards the bedroom, just heavy enough to echo a bit. Loud enough that he’s certain you’ve heard.
He’s proven right when you whine again, clearer this time now that he’s closer. Your breathing is loud, panting now, and the shadow you cast into the hallway is heaving, like it’s taking everything in your power to remember how to breathe at all.
It makes him harder, if that’s possible.
“Lix?” you call out, voice meeker than he’s ever heard it.
“‘s that you?”
He just chuckles, low and taunting, and your shadow arches a bit, falling across the hallway like a mural. He memorizes the blurry lines of it, obsessed with how, even in shadow form, you’re so beautiful and responsive for him. His pretty angel, all wrapped in lace and sin.
When he rounds the corner he has to stop for a second, unable to move when you look like that.
“God angel, you’re even prettier in person,” he rumbles, deep voice sending shivers down your spine, “Look so perfect wrapped up like this for me…shame you had to act like a slut all day.”
His voice dips impossibly lower when he calls you a slut, tone rough and mean. He doesn’t get any closer yet, and it makes you squirm. You know you weren’t good. Hell, you were deliberately not good, wanting him to come home and ruin you. But the way he says it now, the way he calls you a slut like it’s nothing? You know you’re in for a long night.
“You said something about birthday cake, didn’t you, angel?” he murmurs, moving in closer.
You feel like prey under his gaze, and it makes you shrink into yourself. He laughs, low and teasing, fingers teasing over the lacy edge of your panties. You’re soaking - having been for a while - and the center of the skimpy blue lace is so wet it’s a deeper blue, your arousal dripping down your thighs and onto the bedsheets below. You try not to arch into his touch, you really do, but when his fingers dip lower, running up your slit, you can’t help the way you bend into his touch. It pulls a deep chuckle out of his chest, breathless and light, before you feel the bed dip behind you.
You don’t dare move, not when he’s like this. When Felix is in charge, there’s no fighting back, no being a brat. You just take what he gives you, no questions asked. You don’t even dare a glance back, too scared that he may just leave you like this, all wet and needy for him.
You feel his breath against your panties, right over where you need him, and it sends sparks up your spine, a shiver wracking your body before you can stop it. But he doesn’t care, big hands pushing your legs further apart before landing on your hips. You whimper when his tongue licks a fat stripe up your dripping cunt through the lace, like he’s too lazy to even make the effort to move them aside and expose your heat to the cool air.
He eats you out just like this, your face buried in the sheets and his hands controlling your hips, stopping you from bucking away when his tongue starts to be too much. And it really is too much, so wet and sloppy through the thin lace. He presses himself deep into your warmth, licking the dribbling wetness from your thighs like a man starved. Sometimes when he’s eating you out, you think he might get more out of it than you do, especially when he gets like this. He eats you like there’s nothing but this left to live for. It’s obscene, and the coil in your stomach is already winding tight.
He bites down harshly on your clit through the fabric, teeth unkind in their touch, and your arms collapse under you, a silent scream tearing from your throat. He keeps abusing your clit, moving a hand to thumb at it while he presses his tongue into your through the panties, and you can’t form coherent thoughts anymore. You’re babbling, but you can’t really hear it. Everything but the slick sounds echoing from where your cunt and his mouth meet fades into static, your brain unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he’s giving you.
You vaguely hear yourself warning him that your orgasm is coming, and everything is winding tighter and tighter-
Until he pulls away completely.
You scream out a sob, voice hoarse and broken from sounds you don’t even really remember making. You’re frantic, trying to buck back into his touch, but he just lets out a tsk, and it makes you whimper. You feel so pathetic under him like this, pleading wordlessly for something, anything but you can’t help it, not when you’re already so worked up.
“P-please, please, ‘m sorry for teasing earlier, I’m sorry!” you sob out, words finally back to you.
“I’ll do anything, anything, just-hic! please touch me? Please please please, I’ll be good for you now, I swear!”
“Anything?” he says, amusement laced in his tone. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, angel.”
He’s flipping you over with practiced ease, so strong it looks effortlessly. You realize that somewhere between him eating you out and him pulling away he’s lost his clothes, body on display in front of you. Your hands reach out instinctively, just wanting to run your hands down his body, but he swats them away, tone harsh.
“Brats who tease all day don’t get to touch.” he says, tone final.
“Hand above your head, and keep them there. You’ll take what I give you and only what I give you.”
You nod, not trusting your voice to even come out anymore. He grins at you, eyes half-lidded and swirling with lust. His hands move to spread your legs open again, slotting himself between them. He doesn’t take your panties off, just slides them to the side, pressing his hot cock against your waiting entrance. You suck in a harsh breath, eyes rolling back in your head when he ruts against you once, twice. His tip catches your entrance for a moment and it has you reeling, arousal gushing from you in waves.
“You don’t deserve this yet, you know…” he starts, trailing off.
Your eyes find him, wide and glassy and desperate, and he sighs like you’re such a pain. Like he isn’t leaking against you, precum dripping down his pretty length to mix with your arousal. He’s not very thick, but his cock is so long, curved up in a way that presses into your g-spot just right when he’s filling you up. “Fine,” he huffs, rolling his eyes at you, “But only because it’s my birthday, and I deserve to treat myself today. Just lay there and take it like a good toy, m’kay?”
He’s pressing into you before you can even respond, and it punches a broken moan out of your throat. It just feels so fucking deep, his cock filling you up so far that you can’t breathe, air caught in your throat as he presses even deeper than you thought he could reach. You’re gasping, short little breaths, vision blackening around the edges.
But true to his word, this isn’t about your pleasure, your comfort. He picks up a punishing pace immediately, chasing his own release in the warmth of your walls. You’re still so tight every time, and Felix has to grit his teeth together to choke back the whimpers that claw at his throat. He lets out a low groan every once and a while, eyes never leaving you as he fucks into you like an animal. His head dips to your chest, and he’s mouthing at your chest through the lace of the bra, darkening it with his spit. The lace is thin, and he tugs on your nipple with his teeth through it, which has your whole body shaking, voice leaving your throat raw.
“Please, please, Lix, can’t, I-please!”
You’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, tears streaming down your hot cheeks. You look absolutely wrecked, the remains of your makeup smeared across your cheeks and under your eyes. Felix thinks you look beautiful like this, when you can’t do anything but give yourself up to him. It makes him feel so damn lucky to have you like this, under him. It makes him fuck into your sex harder, teeth digging into your chest through the lace. He yanks his head back and the lace shreds, tearing off of your chest. If you weren’t drunk on his cock you’d complain, but he’s latched back onto your nipple so fast you can’t do anything but focus on him. It’s all teeth and tongue, marks sucked and bit into your skin so harshly it’s sure to leave a mark.
All it does is bring you closer to your impending edge this time. It’s so much sweeter this time, heat curling through every nerve in your body after your denied release. Your whole body feels electric, everything fading away but you and Felix, and the way he’s drilling into you like there’s no tomorrow.
“Fuck, so good, taking me like so perfect, angel,” he grunts, voice dipping even lower as he ruts into you.
“Keep clenchin’ around me-yeah, jus’ like that-shiiiit, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up.”
You whine out at that, eyes focusing enough to find his through your tears. He grins down at you, something feral hiding in his smile.
“You like that idea? Want me to fill you up, to claim you? Fuck a-shit-a baby into you? ‘s that what you wanted? Wanted to give me a baby for my birthday?”
“Fill me up, please, wanna-wanna feel you, ah! Wanna feel you fill me up-it’s shooo good, hrk! So fucking good, please please please! Want it, want your cum, want-mmph!”
He shuts you up with a kiss, all tongue and teeth and spit. It’s messy and gross, and it’s all it takes to push you over the edge, cunt pulsing around him. He pulls back with a deep groan, and his teeth dig into your neck as his release overtakes him. It hurts so good, and it sends you into another mini-orgasm, walls weakly fluttering and pulsing around him again. His teeth dig harder into your neck, hips bucking thrice before stilling, painting the deepest parts of you white with his cum. Your hands are still pressed above your head, and your whimpers are what pull him back to Earth.
“Can…can I touch you now?” you say tentatively, chest still heaving from your orgasm.
He barely gets to nod before your hands are flying to tangle with his hair, pulling his face down to kiss him. It starts with the mouth, but soon your hands are cupping his face, angling him so you can kiss all over his face. His cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids - nothing is safe from the gentle press of your mouth. You go until he’s giggling, cock still soft inside of you, and he can feel the way you’re smiling through your kiss.
You pull back, looking at him with so much fondness he thinks his chest might explode.
“Happy birthday, sunshine.”
“Best birthday ever!” he exclaims, collapsing into you.
“I’m glad,” you say with a tired chuckle, “Because I don’t think I’ll be moving for a while.”
“Sorry,” he mutters, very clearly not sorry, “Won’t happen again.”
“Liar.” you huff, but the warmth in your tone is impossible to hide.
He slips out of you with a hiss, and rolls off to the side of you, pulling you against his chest. You wrinkle your nose, trying to push away from him.
“I’m gross.” You say, struggling in his hold.
“Don’t say that about my partner,” is all you get in response, Felix pulling you closer, “Or we might have beef.”
“Who taught you the word beef?” you snort.
“I’m hip with the kids,” he huffs, clearly offended, “I’m the hippest, actually.”
“Sure, halfway fifty,” you say, “Keep telling yourself that.”
“Hey, you’re the one dating this ‘halfway fifty’ year old!”
“What can I say? I like myself a silver fox-”
“Alright, alright, that’s enough out of you!”
The laughter settles and you sigh into him, body worn. You’re fairly certain you might actually melt into the bed tonight, bones jelly and mind mush. But there’s nowhere you’d rather be than in Felix’s arms, so you settle down, letting his gentle breathing and warm embrace lull you to sleep.
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