This is somehow an epilogue/ spin off (call it what you want) of this prompt in celebration of our cute dumpling's bday. I love him sm, I hope you guys enjoy it.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: blowjob, food playing and sub! hyunjin (I guess, not sure tho. Lemme know if you all disagree)
Alexa, play Birthday by Katy Perry
The apartment was quiet now, soft music playing in the background, leftover balloons swaying gently in the air. You were both curled on the couch, tangled in the aftermath of laughter, food, and a slightly chaotic but heartfelt celebration.
Hyunjin was sipping from his red cup, legs over yours, the soft glow from the lights painting him golden. You leaned back, a wicked smile on your lips, “Can you believe my last year's birthday ended with me licking frost off Felix’s cock?”. He choked on his drink. You laughed at his reaction, “I’m just saying my birthday was wild”.
Hyunjin wiped his mouth, setting the cup down, “Don’t remind me” “Why not?” you teased. “You were right there. In fact, you were literally…” “I know where I was”, he said quickly, cheeks flushing a soft pink, “It’s just… it wasn’t even his birthday, you know?”.
You raised a brow, catching the tone in his voice. “Wait… are you pouting?” “No” “You totally are” You grinned, poking his cheek. “Are you seriously jealous of Felix?”. Hyunjin crossed his arms, jaw tense, eyes narrowed, “All I’m saying is… if anyone deserved cake on their cock, it was me. I mean, I was inside you, making your eyes roll back in pleasure, and you were over there licking frosting off him like he’s the main event”. You burst into laughter, “Hyunjin”. He looked away, “Whatever” “You’re being ridiculous, bro”. I’m also birthday boy”, he mumbled, arms crossed.
That made you pause. Your lips curled into a smirk slowly, “Yeah… you are”. His head tilted slightly at the tone in your voice. You stood up from the couch, walking over to the dessert table, scooping up the leftover whipped cream with two fingers. You turned back, catching the flicker of curiosity in his eyes, “Lie back”, you said softly. He blinked. “Wait, seriously?” “I’m making it up to you, birthday boy”.
He hesitated only a second before settling back against the cushions, eyes fixed on you now, chest rising a little faster. You walked over, climbed into his lap slowly, straddling him with a wicked glint in your eye. You brought your fingers to his lips, “Take it”. He obeyed, wrapping his lips around your fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. His tongue swirled warm and slow, sucking the whipped cream off your fingers obscenely— deliciously.
Something inside of him twisted when you pronounced the words, “Good boy”. Then, you slipped off his lap and reached for the cream again, dipping your fingers into it slowly and letting it drip right on the tip of his cock, watching his breath hitch as the cool sensation hit him, “Fucking hell”, he whispered.
“Happy birthday”, you murmured, sinking lower between his thighs. Your tongue glided out slowly, licking that first stripe of cream from the head of his member, slow and deliberate. He cursed again, hand gripping your hair loosely as you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue, tasting him under the sweet, sticky flavor. “Shit, Yn…”, his voice broke slightly, hips bucking beneath you.
You licked him clean, inch by inch, savoring every second of his reactions— the way his chest was rising and falling heavily, the way his abs flexed under your touch, the way he stared at you like you were the only thing that existed.
Your tongue dragged slowly along his shaft, following the vein there, tasting the lingering mix of cream and him. You pressed a kiss to the flushed tip before parting your lips around it, just barely, teasing him with the warmth of your mouth. He groaned low in his throat, fingers the cushions, "Fuck…"
You smirked, lips still wrapped around his head, and let your tongue swirl again— slow, purposeful, circling him while your eyes flicked up to meet his. Then, you took him deeper, inch by inch, your lips gliding over his length, hollowing your cheeks as you sank down on him. His head fell back, a sharp breath escaping him, muscles tensing beneath your palms as you gripped his thighs to steady yourself. "God… your mouth…" ,he gasped, “You feel so fucking good”.
You hummed in response, letting the vibration travel through his member, spit mixing with slick sounds that filled the room. Each time you pulled back, you dragged your tongue along his shaft, slow and wet, before sinking back down again. His hips twitched instinctively, trying to fuck deeper into your throat, but you held him steady, controlling the pace, teasing him with every movement of your tongue, every gentle suck.
"Baby, please”, he groaned, eyes wild now, hand finally reaching to tangle in your hair, "You're driving me insane”. You let him guide your head just slightly, letting him set a new pace— faster, needier. Until you felt his cock pulsing against your tongue, the low curse that slipped from his lips, the warning in his voice as he gasped, “I’m gonna come… fuck… don’t stop…”
You didn’t. Instead, you took him deeper, letting your tongue press flat under the tip as he came hard in your mouth, hips bucking with each pulse, moaning your name like a broken record. You stayed there, letting him fall apart in your mouth completely.
And when it was over, when his body finally stilled and his grip on your hair loosened, you slowly pulled off him, licking your lips, swallowing every drop. You looked up at him with a satisfied little smirk.
“Better?” you teased, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. He looked wrecked already, breath shallow, eyes half closed. “Fuck yes”, he muttered, cupping your face and pulling you in for a messy kiss. You giggled against his mouth, “Think Felix’s birthday’s coming soon, no?”.
He narrowed his eyes, then grinned, “Oh, baby. You are never licking frosting off anyone else ever again”. You smirked, “If I knew it meant that much to you, I would’ve saved it all for you. From now on, I’ll make sure it’s just us”.
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One thing that I find interesting is that the Fungeon is made entirely out of candy, save for the door, sink, and the chains.
I would've said the bars too, but I looked it up and they're pocky sticks.
So with this information, why couldn't Felix (or any prisoner in there) just eat their way out?
Instead of you know, not thinking straight and making the bars stronger.
Like I get it, Felix was desperate to find a way out so he resorted to using his hammer, which is the only thing he knows. (Which admittedly, was slightly stupid)
But still, I wonder if he tried it at any point in there.
Felix having random people flirt with him or send him gifts that he's met on his adventures that have fallen for him, going to the beach oh look a mermaid. His charming charisma is like a magnet
Too Much Charm for One Cat
Felix had had it.
His trip had started normally—another expedition, another coastline mystery, another supposedly cursed artifact. But the moment he stepped foot near that beach town, it all went sideways.
It started with the barista who gave him an extra croissant “on the house” and slipped him a phone number written in whipped cream. Then came the local artist who painted his portrait without permission, claiming his “eyes held the soul of the ocean.”
Then, the mermaid.
Yes, an actual mermaid.
She flopped dramatically onto the rocks, flicking her glittering tail and cooing his name like a romantic opera, tossing seashells at him as “tokens of eternal love.” And Felix—sunburned, sandy, and simply trying to catalog a rune-covered shell—had just… stared.
When he returned home, he didn’t say a word. Not even a hello to Oswald.
Instead, he stomped into their bedroom, face red, lips tight, and vanished into a mountain of blankets. Completely buried.
Oswald, casually reading a book in the living room, blinked as a dramatic voice came muffled from the nest of comforters:
“I’m never going out again.”
A pause.
“Never.”
Another sniffle.
“Ugh. I smell like people.”
Oswald strolled to the doorway, peeking into the dim chaos of quilt and fleece. “Bad trip, Romeo?”
Felix popped his head out just far enough to pout. “Someone tried to name a crab after me. I told them it was a cursed relic. They said my smile cured their insomnia!”
He buried himself again.
Oswald tried not to laugh. “So what was it this time—princess? Pirate? Ghostly duchess of a sunken city?”
“…Mermaid.”
“Ohhh.” Oswald stepped inside, sitting beside the bundle. “Let me guess. Beautiful eyes, dramatic monologue, serenaded you?”
Felix’s hand shot out and grabbed Oswald’s sleeve. “She sang. In three octaves. I was just looking for a rock.”
Oswald finally laughed, tugging the blankets down to reveal Felix’s incredibly pouty face. “Well, the price of charisma, my love.”
Felix narrowed his eyes. “I have resting mystery face. I say one polite thing and people fall in love.”
Oswald leaned forward, kissing his nose. “You do smell like salt and desperate affection.”
Felix sighed dramatically. “I’m showering. And then I’m never speaking again.”
As he shuffled off to the bathroom in a bundle of blankets, Oswald shouted after him, “Be careful, the shampoo might fall for you too!”
