Maybe If I Affirm Enough, Ill Start To Believe It....

maybe if i affirm enough, i’ll start to believe it....

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

it didn’t work

Our Love In Dandelions

The day you two met, you made a wish on a dandelion. Today, the eve of your 21st birthday, you find yourself making that wish again.

Word count: 3.0k

Genre: Beomgyu x reader, soulmate au!, childhood friends-to-lovers au!, fluff, angst

Warnings: language

Author: Thank you so much @sunlightwoo for beta reading ! this was also how i realized that, at this point, the only fics i have written for gyu are childhood friends to lovers but it just works so well for him idk. anyways happy birthday to this special lad <3

Playlist: here

Kids can be ruthless. In a time before you really develop a filter, words come and go as they please. Be it the coldest insults a 5-year-old can muster or the weirdest questions on planet earth, things are said without much care. Having said that, kindergarten could be the worst place ever sometimes. At least that seemed to be the truth for the young boy you saw curled into himself across the playground. He sat at the edge of the primary play structure, far away from everyone else running around on the field. Head tucked into his knees; his body growing smaller as he pulled tighter and tighter into his chest. You had barely begun to learn the names or faces of your classmates, but you recognized the small yellow sweater clinging to his frame. Your mind recalled a little boy in your class wearing something similar today; he’d been extremely energetic during introductions.

He must be that boy.

Moving closer, something else in your little brain clicked at the soft shaking of his shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

The boy looked up at you. His eyes were glassy, cheeks red and puffy. He seemed so fragile, on the verge of tears. Meeting your eyes, he quickly wiped at the tear tracks marking his face.

“I-I’m fine.” The small words stuck to his throat.

Looking at his frame, shaking and alone, you decided to sit next to him, “But you’re crying.”

His mouth remained closed but he couldn’t turn to look at you.

“Why are you crying?”

“I-I wanted to go play w-with them, b-but they said I wasn’t allowed to.”

“Oh…well, you can play with me. If you want.”

The boy's soft sniffles silenced as he turned to you. “Huh?”

“Come on!” All of a sudden, his hand was in yours as you pulled him along behind you. Despite initial surprise he held, as you dragged him from game to game, the happy little boy you initially remembered surfaced once again. The two of you ran and jumped and played for what seemed like forever, off in your own little world. But, as recess slowly neared its end, so did your small pocket of joy.

Tired from all of your running, you two sat side by side in the grass.

“Look! Dandelions!” His tiny fingers plucked up a fuzzy, white ball from dirt before puffing out all the air in his lungs. Bunches of white fuzz broke apart, taking flight on their own.

“Whoa! How’d you do that!?”

“You just pick them up and blow on it, see?” He repeated his actions sending another flurry of white into the sky, “My mommy says if you make a wish while blowing, it’ll come true!”

“Really!?”

“Yep! My mommy is never wrong.”

“I wanna try!” You reached forward to the grass, fumbling around with the stem before pulling it out. Following all of his instructions, you take a deep breath before letting it all go. The seeds scatter across your vision and you quickly close your eyes to make your silent wish. When you opened them up, you found the boy watching you intently.

“What did you wish for?”

“I wish that we’ll play together every day and be best friends forever!”

16 years later

“Sour cream and onion or barbecue?”

Beomgyu holds up two huge bags of chips. He flips between the two, enticingly raising each.

“Hmm.” You let the thought simmer before coming to a conclusion, “Both.”

“Oo, spending the big bucks!”

“Go big or go home.”

“Hell yeah!” He throws the bags into your overflowing shopping cart. Before you can stop him he’s already running into the next aisle, ready to pile as many carbs as the cart would carry.

His smile is the same as the day you first met him. Curved eyes and shining teeth reminiscent of when you told him the wish you’d made on that dandelion. Who knew that such futile things would come to fruition?

Since that day, you two had become inseparable. Every day at school, attached at the hip. Your quick connection only deepened at the realization of your shared birthday. How your little hearts jumped for joy at what you saw as a true sign you were meant to be the best of friends forever. And you were. The two of you spent every day you could together; shared every birthday party and cake. Through the fun of elementary school, the energy of your childhood spent in days of freedom. Lent on one another in the hell of middle school, life, to you, falling apart at the seams as change rammed its way through you. Hiked together across the rocky terrain of high school, approaching the world head-on hand-in-hand. Now, here you are, 16-years-past and together still. Making your way through college and grappling with the last remaining bits of your adolescents. With Beomgyu by your side, life feels simpler. Your worries are mere dirt specks to be swept off your shoulder. The looming menace of your 21st birthday is but a pesky insect you can simply swat at. Though, you’re quickly reminded of the impending event as he returns to the cart waving a pack of numbered candles.

“Can’t forget these.”

“Do we even have a cake?”

“I think so?” He shrugs, nonchalant, “I don’t know, but it’s fine. We can always stick them in, like, ice cream or something.”

“I feel like that would be…a terrible idea.”

“Thank you.” Beomgyu chucks the candles atop the cart and looks back up at you, “So, do you think we need anything else?”

You look at the pile of groceries sitting beside you. There’s chips, and candy, and jello, and punch, and soda, and an obscene amount of ramyeon packets. Everything you’d think you’d need for an over-budget birthday party food table.

“I think if we get anything else the cart is going to give out.”

“Yeah, but also.” Suddenly, he pulls out a set of paper dishware covered in bright red characters, “We’re getting the Spider-man plates.”

You laugh at your friend as he adds another thing to the mess and struggles to get the cart rolling to the front of the store. Despite the reason for your trip, his childish nature shone through in the planning of the future. The slow ticking of time to the day you two must face your fate.

You often wished you could see the world as he does.

With the approach of your 21st birthday, came the looming fear of the inevitable. Of receiving your tattoo. At the first strike of midnight, the day you were to turn twenty-one, the ink would bloom across your skin. A tattoo, one of the same design, shape, place, weight, as would be found on the person you were destined to forever. Your soulmate. It’s said when soulmates meet, their marks burn bright red, warm and pulsing with the strings of their fate tying together. A red tattoo is one of found love.

For most, the prospect of soulmates was an exciting one. Hell, long before now, even you would stay awake at night thinking of the day you’d meet your soulmate. Slowly, though, your heart has changed. It’s found love on its own. It may not be predestined by the universe, but it makes your heart swell nonetheless. It is the reason for your hope in the world. But it is also the reason for your fear, your aching. Till the eve of your birthday, you’re preparing yourself to possibly have to let go of Beomgyu. Not his wonderful friendship, but the feeling that ran much deeper through your heart. While you had loved him since your second year of high school, the universe cared little for such futile things. You knew the possibility was still there; that as your tattoos appeared together, they would be the same. You also knew that may not happen and your love would simply have to fade. The thought made your heart ache as you watched Beomgyu happily pack grocery bags into the trunk of his car.

The mountain of groceries you decided to buy was starting to feel like more and more of a mistake. Attempting to lug as many bags as you could at one time up the three flights of stairs to your apartment probably wasn’t your brightest idea. Finally, with Beomgyu’s help, you dropped the last set of groceries on the kitchen table. Your body came crashing down after that, falling onto the soft living room carpet.

“God, I am never exercising again.” You groan out into the floor.

Beomgyu laughs, coming over to your limp form, “Like you ever did before.”

“Shut up.” You reach up for a pillow from the couch, attempting to throw it at his head. It misses and he makes his way onto the cushions beside you.

“Sorry, sorry. That honestly was a stupid idea. Why are your stairs so steep?”

“I think the builders just fucking hated everyone.” Rolling onto your back, you look up at Beomgyu. He’s spread out over the couch, head hanging on the arm. Fluffy brown hairs fall from his face, they curl and twist over his eyes. His skin is smooth and creamy, you want to reach out to wipe away the stray hairs dusting it. You want to move up, press kiss after kiss over the rounding of his cheeks, and trail your hands through the soft waves of his hair. But you shouldn’t. You can’t.

“How long ‘till the boys are supposed to get here?”

He lazily drags his phone into his eye line, “I mean, it’s 5:00, so about an hour.”

“Okay, thanks.” You pull yourself up to go unload the bags and fill bowls of chips.

“Wait!” Beomgyu rushes to get up with you, “Let me help you.”

He does. Together you two unpack and refill and put everything away. Comforting silence fills the space as it always does, but you can’t help but speak the question plaguing you.

“Are you scared?”

“Hm? Of what?”

“Tonight?”

“Of my soul mark? I know they’re tattoos but I don’t think they actually hurt.”

“No, no, I-I know. I mean, like, aren’t you nervous? We’re not actually meeting them, but all of a sudden it’s gonna be a worry, y’know? What if everything changes?”

“Whoa, nothing’s gonna change. Not between us, you’ll always be my best friend.” He bumps your shoulder, “You know that.”

The words hurt. He had not intended them to but they stung deep in your chest. The worst part is you knew he was right. Nothing was going to change, you would only be friends, and that was okay. A life with him as your closest friend was better than one without him at all. You’d have to let him go, but not completely.

“Yeah. I do.” A sad smile grew upon your cheeks before you shook yourself out of your head, “Anyways, that's all of the snacks and stuff, but we still need to order the pizza.”

“Oh shit! We do.” Beomgyu immediately pulls out his phone and begins typing, “If I go ahead and order it, do you think you could pick it up? Knowing Soobin, he’ll probably be here in, like, 20 minutes.”

“Yep! Just let me know when.”

“On it!”

Soobin had, in fact, shown up at your apartment 20 minutes early. Right as Beomgyu had alerted you that the pizza should be picked up soon, a knock sounded from the door. Swinging it open revealed the man holding a large gift bag. You simply sighed at your friend’s predictability, shouting to Beomgyu who was. Although, after that, you left the two alone to go get the food.

The car was silent. No music played, no sound rang except for the endless crunching of pavement beneath the wheels. You sat alone, headed down the road in silence. Your brain was completely focused on the task at hand, with no time for external worries. And, for the first time today, your head was silent as well. No racing, or rushing, just the calming waters of solitude. The silence only seemed to grow greater as you slowed to a stop in an empty parking spot. It followed you as you shuffled along the sidewalk. It was soft and warm and swallowed your brain.

It broke. You stopped in your tracks. Traffic and birds and shop music flood your senses. And there, struggling for sun in the thin cracks of the concrete, was a tiny, fluffy, dandelion. The fluorescent light shone out from the pizza place’s storefront, giving the little weed a heavenly glow. It’s enticing and you can’t help yourself as your fingers curl around the stem. The plant gives way. The tufts dance in the light as you stand enamored, twirling the flower back and forth between your fingers. Your brain can’t help but flashback to that day. The shouts of kids and buzz of bugs, like the roar of the cars passing by you. Bright sunshine and blue skies, the neon and burning shop lights. So much has changed. In the world and in you. Yet as you stand there, dandelion in hand, prepared to make a final wish; you find it is that exact same as all those years ago.

By the time you stepped back into your apartment, everyone else had arrived. Taehyun rushed over to help you with the pizza boxes as the rest shouted greetings. Walking further in revealed the boys sprawled around the living room floor. Kai and Soobin were working on setting up the game consoles while Yeonjun lounged, scrolling through his phone. Beomgyu had stood up to come help as well.

“Welcome back! The pizza smells delicious.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You set the boxes atop the table, throwing them open, “Come and get the pizza before I steal all of it!”

They come running, piling around you and filling up their plates with piles of junk food. You can’t help but laugh and join them, ready to spend this night with your favorite people. No matter what may come tomorrow.

The sun had set long ago. Everyone lay passed out all around you, tuckered out from the various things you had done. The night was fun. You played Mario Kart, and Just Dance, and watched movies, and threw popcorn and pillows at each other. For a fleeting moment, it felt like you were a kid again. You could forget every other worry in your life and just play. Slowly, the energy died down. Soobin fell asleep with his hand still stuck in a popcorn bowl; Yeonjun nodded off not long after that, as did Kai. Taehyun made the decision to sleep as well, after watching everyone else collapse. He bid goodnight; although all of them had vowed to reach the next day with you and see the moment you received your tattoos. That left only you and Beomgyu awake. There was every opportunity for either of you to clock out as well, but you sat together, watching the minutes tick to midnight.

With your backs against the couch and feet curled up under a blanket, the two of you waited. Little occurred in this time. The TV blared random late-night programs. You took to looking through your phone to keep yourself occupied. Scrolling through post after post, image after image, until Beomgyu spoke up hesitantly.

“You know how you asked me earlier if I was scared?” His hands twiddle in his lap.

You paused to drop your phone, “Yeah?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t scared of the tattoos, but…you were right about the worries.” He takes in a deep breath, “I guess, just, the feeling that I’ll no longer have that freedom in my life. Going out, crushing on strangers you see in the store or coffee shop. It’ll all come with this sense of guilt. Like you’re betraying someone you don’t even know, you know?”

You sigh. You know that feeling all too well. It had become a permanent inhabitant of your heart for the past week. It wasn’t guilt, since you had nothing to be guilty of, but the ghost of it. The shadow of vice circling your head like a halo.

“And, it just, it sucks!” There’s a sudden edge to his voice, “The universe gives you someone, someone who you think you could probably love for the rest of your life, and expects you to just take it if that’s impossible!”

“Beomgyu, I-”

“It hurts, Y/n. I-I never got to tell you.”

A breath gets stuck in your throat. You glance at the clock.

A minute left.

“Beomgyu, I love you.” Your eyes meet for a second, he’s seemingly just as shocked at the words as you are. But, you give yourself no time to care. You collide your lips with his. You bask in the plush of them, of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as you did his. The feeling of finally getting to live out the hundreds of fantasies you’d dreamed of through high school. It’s overwhelming. You don’t want to leave his moment but the clock keeps on moving. As you two pull away, in your peripherals, you see the change. The five turns to a zero, the ones to a two. The time is gone. You can feel the change too. A design etching itself into your arm, swirling across the skin. Your eyes meet Beomgyu’s once again, the warmth of the chocolate within them suddenly disrupted. Deep red light explodes into the room. Your eyes widen at the heat working itself over your bicep, like fingers trailing their way to your new tattoo. You look down to where you felt the ink grow. There, painted across your forearm, are the thin lines of dandelion, its tufts lost to the wind. Newly red and burning. Shaped almost as if a person had plucked it to make a wish. It’s identical to the one covering the same area on Beomgyu. Water wells in the ducts of your eyes, and you can think of nothing but to grab his face and kiss Beomgyu again.

Your soulmate, your best friend forever.

© HYUUKAIS 2022

blacklist }} p.sh (m)

>>summary: you're usually a good girl. you stay out of trouble, do your own shit, and mind your own goddamn business. but when you're suddenly blacklisted by Park Seonghwa, all of that is quickly forgotten

>>pairing: park seonghwa x reader

>>genre: enemies2lovers hints idek. fluff kind of, badboy seonghwa, use of social media, etc

>>word count: 5.3k

>>warning: oc's potty mouth, lots of cursing, half of ateez are assholes, invasion of privacy, blackmailing but not really blackmailing, suggestive remarks, let me know if there's more. also not really smutty. just some mature topics. Y'all, I'm sorry for the scrolling!! accidentally removed the "keep reading" shit and didn't even realize it--whoops.

Park Seonghwa; he's nothing but some guy who happens to be blessed in the looks department, with an access to daddy's credit cards. Boooring. But everyone around here seems to listen to his words--his opinions, like it's the gospel.

For fucking why? You don't know, you're still trying to figure it out yourself, but believe it when you say it's ridiculous.

You've been staring at the computer screen for legit 20 minutes now, still unable to process everything--just as baffled as you were when you first opened up the page: Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. And there you are, your name sitting at the top in a fat, bold, and thick font as his most recent post. You can't believe it... you're officially blacklisted.

You'd be lying if you were to say you weren't warned. No, you just didn't think it'd actually happen--that he'd actually do it. Over something so petty, too!

It was maybe a little over a week ago, when you and your friend were lining up for the annual career fair. You know, an opportunity--a chance, to talk one-on-one with an actual representative from a company or any sort of working field so you can get somewhat of a jumpstart, just so you didn't feel like you're wasting your college experience away. Anyways! Everything was going good, until Seonghwa and his group of dipshits, you mean his friends, showed up and literally sucked the life out of everything and everyone there.

The line was so fucking long, you would've thought people were getting paid to be there, but no. Apparently, many other students felt the same exact way you did, and so the event ended up being a clusterfuck. You and Sumi stood in line for almost two hours already, so close to finally securing a booth, until Seonghwa and the shitheads suddenly cut in front of you guys.

Of course, had it been any other times, you would had let it slide. You're usually not one to pick a fight, and the last thing you want to do, is mess with Park Seonghwa: the campus's heartthrob and apparently everyone's favorite--a mystery that will go unsolved. But you had a long day. You just managed to cram two exams in one night, you were walking on an hour of sleep, and you just waited in line for what felt like years, and now daddy's boy over here thinks he could just waddle his way into the front of the line and you'd say nothing? No, fuck that.

You lightly tapped on his shoulder--he also happened to be the closest one to you. But he barely even swiped you a look. No... like literally. He checked behind for like a second and continued on the chatter with his boys like you're a fly; an inconvenience. You cleared your throat as he obviously did not get the message, but second time's a charm, right?

You repeated your previous action, but this time your tap holding more power, yet it didn't even faze him. Even worse, he didn't even deliver at least a glance. And just as you were about to lose your patience--as if you had any left, Sumi tugged at your arm and gave you that look. That look as in, "I know you're about to pop off, but please reconsider".

Like you said, you think you're a pretty good student and daughter overall. You try to stay out of trouble, you do shit as they're supposed to be done, and mind your own business for the most part. And frankly, you were not even looking for a fight. They cut in front of you and your friend disrespectfully, and you just wanted to tell them it's not okay. Sumi understood this, but she also knew that you can be overly self-righteous, morally determined, and always feeling like you have to do the right thing; save the day. And especially when someone pushes your buttons, all these sides of you starts coming out from hiding.

"Excuse me, but me and my friend were here first. We've been waiting for quite a while, so we'd appreciate it if you guys didn't--" You liked to act tough, but now that all four of the boys have officially turned their attention to you, it felt like you have been backed into a corner. Their stares lingering and piercing with animosity.

"Aww, Hwa... what should we do?" Wooyoung playfully nudged the older boy, delivering his remark with a tone that made you want to lounge forward and slap the smirk off his annoying face. Jung Wooyoung. The name anyone with a vagina on campus would probably know, because he is a walking red flag in itself. His dick has a need of its own that has to be fulfilled every couple hours. You're not sure how it hasn't fallen off by now, but you have better things to worry about than his limp sausage.

Wooyoung's comment caused an even bigger, punch-inducing grin plastered so clearly on Seonghwa's face. Like he's thinking: finally, some good shit.

"We got a tough one, ay?" He raised an eyebrow at you, quite literally trying to work up your nerves, and it's working. Better yet, it's multiplied when you see the same stupid grin on all the boys like it's contagious.

"I don't want to argue, I just don't think it's nice, cutting in front of all these people who have been here before you guys." The accent in your voice is genuine and innocent enough, yet the audacity you had to even cause such a scene in the first place, sparked a little interest in Park Seonghwa; the fascination to see how far he can really push your buttons.

Wooyoung was about to say something again like he always does, but is stopped in place when the older boy placed a hand in front of him, signaling him not to. "It's fine, Woo. We can go to the back of the line. Kitty and her friend here probably needs the experience more than we do."

His snide remark caused slight chuckles to erupt from the group of friends; two in the back: San and Jongho, high-fiving each other. These bitches have the mental capacities of a ten year old, TOPS!

You knew you should be offended at Seonghwa's allusion to you and Sumi being some kind of charity case, and you are! But the nickname in reference to you, is just as insulting. Kitty? That's jail! No, actually, you think it'd sound cute, if it was coming from anybody else but Seonghwa and his friends. Like if it came from Hongjoong, the really cute and nice guy who's in the same major as you. You guys would occasionally share greetings, and bid goodbyes like you won't see each other ever again, only to run into him in your 8 a.m. class the next day. But you and your crush on Kim Hongjoong, is another topic for another day.

Sumi was just cowering behind you the whole time, watching the shitshow unfold in front of her, yet too terrified to say anything to back her own best friend up. Not that you'd ever fault her, or be upset, because you understood your own friend's timid-ness. You found it endearing, and that's what you're here for; to coddle and protect her when she's too afraid to do it herself.

"Excuse me?" Was all you could get out. Because how in the fuck do you even reply to that.

Seonghwa scoffed, and his friends followed with more giggles. What is this? Middle school?

"Let me guess..." He suddenly took a step forward, trying to close the space between the both of you. Retreat, retreat! "Broke college student surviving on ramen each day with no luck in landing a job yet? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Hate to break it to you, Kitty, but life doesn't work like that."

As if he knows how life works! Because that's exactly how things usually play out at events like this. But then again, it's Park Seonghwa. He's probably never even been to a career fair before, let alone even heard of the word. Well... this is your first time too, but you sure as hell knew what the fuck it means at least. You're willing to bet he barely grasped the definition of the word as soon as he stepped foot into the area.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. He's dumber than you thought, and your expectations were very low to begin with. "And why are you here?" You taunted, closing up whatever amount of space was still left. You saw the way Seonghwa cocked his head, gaze biting deep into your own, and anticipating whatever you were going to say next.

"Let me guess..." Your wordplay and delivery mirroring exactly the way his did before. "Daddy cancelled your credit cards and told you to get a real job? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Because your parents pulled the plug, and now poor little Seonghwa have to look after himself?"

An inaudible gasp escaped one of the boys' mouth. You didn't know who it belonged to, but you knew for sure it happened. Seonghwa's brows pinched in, his expression unreadable and you hated how it made you felt uneasy--even though you still said what you said. But the several increments of silence after your response is broken by the devil himself.

"Uhhh... interesting." That was the only thing he said, but you could've swore you saw a more menacing reaction like a smirk, maybe even a smile. The feeling in your stomach turning inside out, hard to not feel intimidated or regretful of your decisions--fearful of the consequences, as unapologetic as you were.

Seonghwa had never thought you'd have as much bites as you do. He's ran into you on campus a couple times--even shared some classes with you in the past, but you were always so quiet, always so reserved, always so boring. Didn't think you'd have a mouth like that. Could've fooled him. But now, he wants to know more about what other things your mouth could do. And he makes it his mission to find out.

He saw the potential in your eyes, the way you didn't even spare it a second thought getting all up in his face just to prove a point. It activated something in him, and his body acknowledged the attraction, the core of his manhood throbbing a little. There's many things--a lot actually, that gets Park Seonghwa harder than a piece of steel, but he never thought a girl with some edge spewing insults in his face, would give him the same amount of gratification. And he thought he just might have to dig a little deeper into this newfound interest.

"I smell?!" You yell out, talking to the thin air in your room that's starting to become heated, probably from how much red you're seeing right now as you're scrolling through Seonghwa's post.

He's so full of shit, you think to yourself.

All of these things he's outed about you are borderline ridiculous. Not to mention, very untrue! Like he pulled all these facts out his ass and ran with it. No, actually, you're pretty sure he sat there and made all these crap up in a span of a few minutes from how low effort everything is. From his attempts to slander you, to even the extra explanations at the bottom that just quotes in a tiny font: "She just looks like she smells."

If he's going to drag you, you at least want to see him try. Not blacklist you for reasons like how you look like you smell, or how you're probably the type to put the milk in before the cereal. What in the fuck? And even if it's true, whatever you do with your food is your own goddamn choice.

But in all seriousness, you know Seonghwa can say some heavy shit if he wants to. You've seen it first-hand, and you've seen it with others who ended up exactly where you are now. You can't even really be angry, you're more just... amazed at how dumb it is. How petty, actually.

Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. The name and title is ominous, because well, to be blacklisted is to be ostracized. But really, it's just a list of a bunch of people on campus he's had a less than pleasant experience with. The whole concept is just an excuse for him to talk mad shit about anyone who poses as a threat to his already bruised ego.

Sounds harmless enough, except, you know some people who listens and clutch onto this man's words like he's the head of a cult. You knew one girl from your Information Systems class last semester; Jin Jooyeon who accidentally spilled water on one of Seonghwa's minion, Jongho, and got blacklisted just for that. Gossips and news spread like wildfire and the girl left the classroom the next day in tears. You felt so bad, you almost went to the head of the University and filed a freaking complaint. But that was until Sumi enlightened you that it wasn't going to do shit.

Seonghwa's dad is the chief executive and would probably do anything to cover his ass, so your letter in caps and a big red font will just end up being another email directed to the spam folder.

You're not much of an expert about what even goes around campus. You'd much rather spare your energy for what happens outside school hours. Like what game should you play this weekend, what TV show is on your next to-binge list after you're finished with assignments, or what should your latest blog post be about. So your knowledge of such thing is very much only a couple months old. But ever since, it's like you've stepped into a pattern of bad omens. It's absolutely unreal just how much you know about Seonghwa and his side characters now.

The next few minutes is spent browsing the remaining of his post, rolling your eyes every couple words here and there because you can't believe some people really eat this shit up. Nothing even remotely worthy of your time; most of it sounding like some middle schooler in their rebellious phase could've wrote this. Until you get to the last bullet point that really takes everything in your body and will to not get up from your chair and march all the way to your University's office just to ask for Seonghwa's address so you can go find him and shove a ten foot pole down his throat.

It's a bunch of pictures of you completely off guard and completely unsuspecting, just going on about your day. You know Seonghwa plays dirty, but you didn't think he'd play this low. He never took shots of any other students before. Did he fucking sent people to follow you around? Shit, someone could probably even be lurking inside your room right now. It makes you feel uneasy, your head twitching and turning, scanning the room as if somebody in disguise would finally magically reveal itself after you catching sight of nothing or no one--in your one room open space dorm; bed, kitchen and everything in the same area.

Okay, he's fucking with you at this point. But you're pretty sure taking pictures of somebody unauthorized is invasion of privacy. Is it illegal? That's debatable. But it definitely should be, as evidenced by how the patience you've been trying to hold in, is starting to break down and you're about to go into batshit mode. So you scroll back to the top of the post, not even bothering to read the comments (you don't need any further reasons to justify homicide) and hovering over the menus displayed; Home, Photos, About Me--ahhhh, there it is: Contact Me.

You've never clicked on anything so fast, nor have you ever read over a paragraph at the speed that you did, but the next thing you know, you're clicking on the "Chat with Me" button like you're going to win a prize for it. Something about a text along the line of "Chances are, I'm probably not going to reply but you can still try your luck ;)" flashed before your eyes, but not like you give a fuck. He's going to reply whether he wants to, or not.

y/n0898: hey daddy's boy, you there?

You wait in silence for about 20 seconds before a notification on the bottom of the screen pops up.

park_seonghwa: you called? y/n0898: that's an awfully fast response park_seonghwa: I was expecting a certain visitor y/n0898: don't flatter yourself park_seonghwa: I'm not. I just knew a certain kitty around here has claws y/n0898: don't call me that >.< park_seonghwa: you don't like it? I think it's cute y/n0898: it is. just not when you say it park_seonghwa: ouch... okay

He's throwing you off. You came here for one thing, not to have a conversation with Park Seonghwa.

y/n0898: why'd you made that post about me? And why would you send someone to stalk me and take those pictures? I demand it to be taken down park_seonghwa: you reap what you sow y/n0898: ??? okay?? that doesn't mean you go take pictures of someone unaware and post it on the internet, tf??! park_seonghwa: tell you what. I'll take the pictures down y/n0898: fucking please park_seonghwa: if y/n0898: if? park_seonghwa: you meet me tomorrow, inside the business building 7:30am y/n0898: that's it? park_seonghwa: that's it

That wasn't it, and you hate how you would even let yourself believe his words in the first place. Because before you could even process anything, he's already hauling you all the way to some dark janitor closet. His movements so smooth; like he knows exactly where to go and all the right things to do, almost like it's second nature to him--leading you to believe you're probably not the first girl he's dragged up in here, and probably won't be the last.

Taking the situation into account, as well as Seonghwa's reputation, you blurt out the first thing to pop in your head as soon as he's finished locking the door.

"I'm not going to suck your dick, Park."

Your comment catches him off guard, and he couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle. "That wasn't my intention, but you know unless you--"

"--my god, shut up. Shut up. Just tell me what you want and let's get it over with," You state, not wanting anything more but to get the fuck out of this small, dusty closet that's caving in on you, and sending all sorts of uneasy signals throughout your whole body. Probably because you think Seonghwa railed someone right in this very spot you're standing on, but you don't allow yourself to think about it.

It makes you feel dirty that you're even in here right now, alone with him. What would your best friend think when you were just talking mad shit about the man who's now only a few inches away from you, not too long ago.

Seonghwa begins making steps toward you, not that he has to make much efforts, considering how tiny the room already is. If he takes any more, your face would fall right onto his chest. You don't say anything, but he can sense how nervous you are; you swallowing down the pit in your stomach every now and then.

"Geez, Kitty. I haven't even done anything yet and you already look like you're going to cry." He smirks, just seeing how vulnerable your state is right now. Nothing alike to the smart-mouthed and spiky persona he encountered a week ago.

You don't know what provoked you; that stupid nickname that you wish came out of anyone but him, or the even stupider comment.

"Probably because some fucked out daddy's boy dragged me into a janitor's closet against my will after blackmailing me," You retort, your tone and language now much more closer to the girl that got herself into this mess in the first place.

And Seonghwa doesn't know either. If it's the way that even when it looks and feels as if he's finally gotten you under his hold, you never seem to crack. Or if it's that triggering nickname that has escaped your mouth one too many time past appropriate to not get his blood boiling.

You see the shift in his demeanor, a look in his eyes similar to the tales those close to you would always warn you about; menacing, cold, and serious--a lump in your throat comes into manifestation upon the realization that you should probably tone down the snarky remarks, knowing he has the advantage as of right now.

"And what's wrong with being a daddy's boy?" One of his eyebrows arches to tease, and you can sense the lump growing more aggressive.

"I-It's--" You're trying not to break in front of him, but your performance goes disrupted when there's a sudden buzz in the back of your pocket; your phone.

Seonghwa notices it too, and the tension lingering grows thick. He watches as you try to straighten yourself, detaching from his gaze and attention onto the source of the noise. But not before he beats you to it, reaching his arm around your figure and snatching your device in an animalistic way.

"Hey!" All potential anxiety that was once present within you, now all gone due to another invasion of privacy from the boy standing before you.

You lift your feet off the ground for a few seconds, even jumping slightly in an attempt to retrieve back what's rightfully yours, but the efforts goes unrewarded because Seonghwa is much, both stronger and taller than you.

You can only watch in defeat as he squints his eyes, trying to decipher whatever prompted that buzzing sound of notification.

"Your boyfriend?" He says casually, holding the screen up in front of you as you try to make out the message displayed on the lock screen.

It was a text, from Hongjoong. The name itself already sets off an awful shade of pink that manages to sneak upon the softness of your cheeks, and Seonghwa too, notices the chain reaction. He doesn't know whoever the hell this person is, but judging by how tomato red you are right now, this person must mean something at least.

Kim Hongjoong: Hey Y/n, you okay?

"None of your business." You take the opportunity to overpower him, hand quicker than you can even remember controlling, before your phone's already back in the palm of your hold.

Ignoring the fact that Seonghwa's still ogling with a watchful gaze, you go on to reply as if a certain evil and wicked presence isn't here right in the very same room. He can't really see what you're typing from where he's standing, but he sure can spot the little curve that seems to tug at the corner of your lips while you're talking to this Hongjoong guy. He doesn't even know why it's pissing him off. He barely even knows you, and you're both merely acquaintances--strangers even. But just seeing how you've been nothing but resentful to him, like as if you've written down every possible comebacks to counter anything he will say, but now so soft and merry for someone else, it kicks something in that male-driven ego of his. His words eventually slipping before he can really assess it. But then, when has he ever really cared about what leaves his mouth.

"Does your boyfriend know you're alone with someone else in the confinement of a janitor's closet? Doesn't sound like the best thing to fess up to at the moment," He throws, stuffing his hands into the warmth of his pockets. Something about the way he conveyed it, tells you he gets off of it. His tone is suggestive, as well as the annoying smirk that you hate to say, you're becoming more familiar with because he does it ever so often.

It causes you roll your eyes, sighing and shoving your phone back to the comfort of your back pockets. "He doesn't need to know. Not like we're doing anything wrong. Besides, you asked for me to come, and I did. Not sure for what fucking reasons, but can we get this over with? I have class soon, and better shit to do." You're not denying nor confirming what Hongjoong is to you, but also because Seonghwa doesn't deserve to know the current status of your guys pending relationship.

"What kind of shit?" He asks, and a scoff of disbelief departs from your mouth. You really said all of that, but it's like Seonghwa only chooses to listen to what he wants, blocking everything else out that isn't worth an acknowledgement.

"Shit's that better than being in a foul smelling closet with a boy that's even worse than the stench."

Seonghwa laughs, embracing the fact that although you do something that grates his nerves, he's more amused at the sheer audacity you have, to have said some of the most absurd shit he's ever heard come out from a goody-two-shoes. He still can't help but to wonder if that something has to do with this guy, Kim Hongjoong.

"Fine, you can go." He takes a step back, creating a large empty space between the both of you.

You raise an eyebrow at the sudden yielding. "I can?" Not going to lie, you were expecting for him to put up a much stronger fight.

He nods. "Or, unless you want to do something else--"

"--no please, god no. I'm getting the fuck out. But wait... you really asked to meet, for this...?" You call it "this" because you're not even sure what the correct matching term is.

"Just wanted to get to know you more, Kitty. That's it." He smiles, but you don't let it get to you, because for all you know, there's probably a sinister intention behind that stupid handsome smile.

"Okay, well... bye." You try to head out, only to be pulled into Seonghwa's embrace as you're faced against his chest.

"Wait." He signs, his index finger up in front of his mouth, telling you to hush, before peaking his head out the small crack of the door to check if you guys are in the clear.

"Go first, I'll come out after." And before you can even agree, Seonghwa had already pushed you out into the empty and echoing hallway. You look back at the door just one more time out of curiosity, before shaking your head and trailing to the first class of the day.

Maybe it's because you're still thinking about what the hell just happened back there; how you were alone with Park Seonghwa in some tight space for a humble few minutes, or because you're also theorizing whether or not he'll actually take down the post and pictures, but either way, you're very much consumed by the stream of thoughts.

You haven't even fully taken in the surroundings, until you bump face first into another body; that sweet, but manly scent of vanilla traveling up the brink of your nose, your heart reacting to the familiar aroma by doing a flip. And when you look up, of course it's no other than--

"Hey Y/n!" The boy in his bright red hair and black glasses--that's more for cosmetic purpose than for the enhancement of his eyesight, greets.

"Hey Hongjoong!" You welcome back the excitement of his with your own, maybe even more.

"I was looking for you," He blurts out a little too loosely, not sure how it came out, or if it gave away too much.

"I-I mean, because you know, we share the same morning class, of course." He tries to salvage whatever he still can, but unsure if it made any difference.

"Yeah." You laugh because you think he's adorable. Your mind going back to the conversation with Sumi and how she thinks, knows, that Hongjoong totally has a crush on you as well.

"Sorry, I had to sort some things out this morning," You speak, not lying, but also not wanting to disclose to him about what exactly happened. He doesn't need to know that the campus fuckboy dragged you into a dirty janitor closet to have a conversation about fucking nothing. You remember his text and you did replied, but with only a short "I'm okay" because just being near Seonghwa drained all the flirtatious energy in you.

"No problem. I was just... kind of worried, because I saw the post. Did he... do anything to you?" His word choices are careful and so is his tone. You can tell he definitely is worried, but still trying to come off not too prying. That's what you've always liked about Hongjoong. So sweet, so kind, and so respectful. God definitely took his time with him.

You shake your head. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. Someone like him, he's all talk and no bites." You giggle, and Hongjoong follows shortly after.

"If you say so. But you know, if you ever need help, or anyone by your side, I'm always here for you. I can always call up Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang for extra hands as well. I know assholes like him doesn't play clean," Hongjoong states. And you admit, you were taken aback a little. Not by the offer, but because you've never even heard Hongjoong talk ill of anyone before, and it's also the first you've seen him so serious.

You nod. "Thank you, Hongjoong. I appreciate it. But no more talk of him. I can feel the kimbap from earlier coming back up. We should head to class before we're late, again."

Hongjoong chuckles from the small snark you just threw, before agreeing.

But both of you unaware and unsuspecting the whole time, to a dark figure looming in the corner just behind the wall, who overheard everything just now.

On a peaceful studious night, after having finished all assignments due for the next two weeks, you find yourself creeping to Seonghwa's blog out of sheer concern just to see if he really followed through with what he said. Although to be honest, you weren't expecting much.

When you hover over to his Blacklist, only to find no more trace of you or any gut-wrenching accusations that's probably false, your chest drops in relief. Park Seonghwa actually doing what he promised he would? Well shit, guess even pigs can fly at this point.

You're just glad. Glad you'll be receiving no more death stares as you walk past the canteen just trying to feed your system like any normal person. Glad there won't be anymore whispers that aren't really whispers in the first place, because you can clearly hear them talking shit about if you really smell, or how you probably planned everything from the beginning just to catch Seonghwa's attention. Like, gross? You'll rather step on legos.

But more than anything; glad you won't have to deal with the stupid, tall, black hair, with a punch-inducing smirk, daddy's boy.

Just as you're about to exit out the tab, to do anything else but linger on Seonghwa's territory, you hear that awful, stomach churning sound go off.

Not the kind that comes from Hongjoong's texts where it brings butterflies and makes you want to jump up and down in all sorts of girlish ways. But one where you know you'll come to hate and loathe within the next couple of weeks, or even months.

Whenever Park Seonghwa says "That's it." you need to take that as a major warning to run and never look back, because that's never it.

At the bottom of your screen with a notification visible, is a message from Satan himself.

park_seonghwa: hey kitty, wyd ;)

Arrangement

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Felix(maybe?) x Fem Reader

Summary: You needed some extra money as you tried to balance your work and college life. Felix wanted your company and would do anything to have it no matter the cost. (Slightly aged up Felix.)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI due to adult content. Unprotected sex, oral(male receiving), fingering, overstimulation, and Felix has a slight asphyxiation kink(Not sorry).

Word Count: 8,600 and some change.

Author’s Note: Yet another early birthday gift for @lee--felix. I don’t have an explanation for this and I don’t think I need one. I just write whatever these days. Work of fiction. Doesn’t represent Felix or Stray Kids in any way.

Tag List: @lee--felix, @lex-thesimpzzz, @nymeriaaa, @hyuckilstan, @joti17, @lilacboba, @9900z (Message me if you’d like to be added. You’ll be notified when I post!)

You smiled to yourself seeing the familiar blonde walk into the bar. Lee Felix was your favorite customer to come in these days. Your usual boring Tuesday shift got better knowing he was here tonight. Felix was the ideal customer. Sweet, polite, and filthy rich. The man knew to tip well, and you were happy he was becoming a regular. What he would tip you in a night would outshine what you earned all week, even with your best customer service and flirty persona when customers wanted it.

Not to mention he seemed to want you to serve him. As soon as he found out you had a set of booths and tables, he was there. Politely declining other servers and asking for you. You didn’t mind. Felix was easy on the eyes and the low voice paired with an Australian accent made you melt. On nights where the bar was dead, he would ask you to keep him company. Gladly you accepted to keep distracted as time crept on. As long as customers were taken care of, staff and management didn’t care for the mingling. Usually earned more money for keeping customers longer, anyway.

Giving yourself a once over in the mirror by the bar, you made your way over to Felix to great him. “Ah, I see you’re back. How was Milan?”

A smile appeared on his face as he looked up from his phone. “Good. Flight was a bitch but just happy to be here and see you.”

“Well, hand over that card of yours and you can have me.” Felix chuckled at your comment and reached for his wallet. The card was now in your hand as you waited to see what he wanted to order. He seemed to be undecided how he wanted to start tonight. “Do you want me to surprise you with something?”

There was a cute pout on his face as he nodded. “Can you make it sweet?”

You loved his playfulness, giggling in response. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

You turned away to make your way back to the bar. Starting a tab with his card and keeping it secure behind the counter. You moved around to find the items you needed to make his drink. A few patrons at the counter started a conversation with the bartender next to you. You gave your two cents to the conversation but not letting it distract you. You wouldn’t make Felix wait.

When you return to his booth, you placed the cocktail down, and he cautiously examined it. You smiled as he smelled it and gave you a confused look. Felix took a sip, then making a sound of approval before downing another larger sip. You were happy he liked it. Felix wasn’t too picky with his alcohol preferences, so he was always open to trying new trendy drinks.

You plopped down in the booth across from him. “We’re calling it the pineapple upside down cake.”

“I love it. Why do you always know what I like?”

You gave a shrug. “You have a sweet tooth like I do, so I figured you’d like it.”

The conversation was standard to what usually happened when you sat to talk to him. He’d ask about how college was treating you and you’d return with questions about his modeling career. You had found out Felix was originally an idol for nearly a decade before becoming a full-time model. He shared all kinds of stories and you loved to listen. In return, Felix seemed to enjoy having someone around to talk to. You were happy you could provide that for him as you worked. Slow nights with him made up for the shitty busy nights where you didn’t get a minute to yourself.

Felix seemed different tonight, though. Something about him was off. He was almost anxious. You were noticing even with the alcohol he was tense. It was unusual for him to act like this and you wanted to help. As much as you enjoyed him as a customer, his well-being mattered more. Especially if you needed to cut him off early tonight.

Genuine concern was in your voice. “Felix, are you okay?”

“I knew you’d pick up on it. I have something to ask you. Well, an offer actually.” You looked at him confused, but Felix seemed to struggle with getting his thoughts out. He was always so calm and suave. Now, to see him like this was a little strange, but by the time you wanted to say something, he spoke up again. “What if I hired you for a job? It’s a weird job, but the money would be good.”

“That’s kinda vague and suspicious. Don’t tell me you’re in the mob or something.”

He laughed, “No, I’m not. I’m looking for companionship. You know, with my schedule, I can’t commit to a relationship, but it’s lonely. So I want to pay you for your time.”

A smile found its way onto your face. “Felix, are you asking if you want me to be sugar baby for you?”

Felix didn’t seem too keen on the word choice. “That’s one way one to put it.”

You laughed at him but quickly realizing he was serious. This was a genuine offer he was making you. If anyone could afford to pay for a sugar baby, it would be him. It almost sounded too good to be true. However, on the other hand, you could quit working at the bar or at the very least go part time and actually have more time for studies.

Felix pulled your attention back to him as he spoke again. “What will it take to prove to you I’m serious?”

You got up from the booth as customers walked by the two of you, heading straight to one of your tables. “Come back with a thousand in cash and I’ll quit on the spot. Rent is due this week.”

You had never intended Felix to be committed to his offer. The night he brought it up, he had quickly left after closing his tab while you were busy with other customers. Originally, you were worried you had upset him, but the next night you worked, Felix was there before you had even clocked in. You had stepped into the bar seeing him leaning against the wall, coat still wrapped around him.

His face lit up as he saw you. “Ah, I’m glad I caught you.”

Felix pulled out an envelope offered it to you. You reached cautiously, feeling it slightly heavy in your hands. There was cash was inside the envelope. You felt your heart skip a beat seeing the crisp hundred bills tucked neatly inside. Certain there was easily more than a thousand in there. “You were actually serious.”

There was confidence radiating from Felix as you looked at him. The corners of his lips occasionally turning up in a smile as you stood dumbfounded. Now you were unsure what to do. He kept his end of the deal and now was your turn. You had no intention of quitting your job. At least not yet till you learned more about this job opportunity with Felix. It was a Thursday, so work would be moderately busy, but not as bad as a weekend night. You quickly decided to just take the absence as excitement coursed through you. This was a potential once in a lifetime offer and you wanted to take the risk. The struggle to make ends meet was still present even with the bar tending job and here Felix was practically throwing money away.

You immediately turned on your heel after excusing yourself, heading straight through the tables over to the bar where your coworker Ji-hun was working. He was setting up for the evening shift. There were a couple of regulars here already, but as usual, the bar was empty this early in the night. Ji-hun saw the look on your face as you approached, the smile he had immediately fallen off replaced with confusion.

A shaky hand of yours gripped onto the edge of the counter. “Ji, I’m sorry. I need to call out tonight.”

“Are you okay?” There was immediate concern about you. He knew how badly you needed the money. You rarely called out, knowing you were the first to pick up shifts even if you were exhausted. You weren’t able to get any words out before Ji-hun was already assuring you he’d be fine and telling you to take care of what you needed to. “It’s gonna be dead. Plus, I can call Kaja. He wanted an easy extra shift.”

Perks of being a hard worker, you guessed. “You’re a lifesaver. Thank you! I’ll make it up to you.”

Not wanting to elaborate further, you pushed off the bar to make your way towards Felix. He was already making his way out the door as you tucked the envelope of cash into a pocket of your jacket that had a zipper, not wanting to lose it. You’d count it later, more curious about what the plan was with Felix.

Felix was looking down the sidewalk as you bundled your coat tighter around you. “Have you eaten?”

You quickly shook your head, feeling your stomach rumble at the idea of food. “Uh, no. I was running late to work tonight.”

“Good. I know a place down the street. We can go talk more about this job.”

Felix started leading you down the sidewalk as you walked beside him. Silence fell between you to as your nerves ate at you. You were unsure what was coming over you. Felix wasn’t a complete stranger by any means with how often he came into the bar, but it surprised you at how easily you were willing to take up the offer. You didn’t want Felix to think you were desperate for cash.

Unfortunately, you needed the money. Not only for your own expenses and survival, but for your family. You sent whatever extra you could back home to your parents. Your father was sick with his illness again. You hadn’t opened about it to anyone except a couple close friends not wanting to talk about it. The whole situation depressing knowing there wasn’t much you could do as he stayed in the hospice for care. Insurance was doing what it could to cover expenses, but wasn’t enough for your parents. Your dad deserved the care and wanted him to recover again. Perhaps this extra money from Felix could make a difference.

After a few minutes, the two of you had approached a small hole in the wall restaurant. You had never tried the place but passed it a few times while living in the neighborhood. It was always open late and looked fairly empty as the two of you neared the entrance. Felix opening the door to hold as you passed him to enter. The smell of food hitting you like a brick wall. His food idea was more appealing to you. The place seemed pretty discreet as Felix lead you to a booth.

You continued to take in your surroundings, admiring the decorations. “How do you know this place?”

“Used to come here with my members back in the day. We would finish practice late at night and then come here to eat.”

You nodded as you settled into your seat. Jacket of yours coming off so you could get comfortable. Menus placed in front of the both of you as a waitress came. She reminded you of yourself as you worked. Genuine kindness and service to make anyone’s night better. The two of replying with drink orders before she left with a smile, letting you two decide on what to order.

“I recommend these.” Felix reached over to point at a couple of items. You scanned over the descriptions as he went on about his favorites. “Get whatever you want, though. It’s on me.”

You let silence fall between you two as you continue to look over your options. A few of Felix’s suggestions sounded good enough to try, but you weren’t sure how much you could eat. As hungry as you were, nerves still had your stomach flip flopping. Perhaps something light to hold you over. You had woken up not so long ago as well and not used to having a full meal this time of day before work.

Once the food had been ordered, Felix cut straight to the chase. “How much do you need a month to be comfortable?”

“That’s a good question.” You pulled your phone out, resting it on the table. Clicking through to your note app where you kept track of your expenses. You could feel your face reddening as you double checked for accuracy. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Don’t.” Felix looked unaffected as you glanced over at him, placing his straw in his drink. “I’m literally paying for your time. That’s more valuable than most things.”

You nodded at his words. He had a point; time was everything, and it felt like you never had enough hours in a day. You were tired more often than not, just needed extra time to recover. What you’d give for a vacation but knew you couldn’t afford one. At least not in the current position. Perhaps this chance could change everything. You’d hear him out and see what he was proposing in his offer.

“I could survive off twenty-five hundred a month.”

Felix seemed to ponder on your words. “So three thousand then? I can do that.”

He couldn’t be serious. You scoffed at him. “Felix, that’s a lot of money.”

“Then I’ll make sure I’m demanding with your time then. I had a contract made for you if you wanted to see it. It doesn’t have all the details yet because I wanted to run it by you.”

Felix’s phone was placed down next to yours, as you could see a file on the screen. You immediately zoomed in to read the contents. It surprised you how prepared he was. Perhaps he had been thinking about this for a while. He had been coming to the bar regularly for months now. As you read, you wondered how he skirted around with his word choices. Noticing it simply mentioning funds for the labor you provided.

Felix was speaking as you continued to read the document. Nothing stood out as a red flag. “Sex would be involved, but that would be down the line. Are you alright with that?”

Your cheeks flushed as you looked back up at him, seeing concern on his face. Sure, Felix was attractive and your type, but the whole situation hadn’t sunk in yet. He would pay for that companionship like he mentioned, and you knew it would include sex. The idea of being paid for sleeping with him did not turn you off. Just embarrassed at such boldness from him in such a public space. “Yeah, I can do that. Just need a little time.”

“You’ll need to get tested.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “For what?“

“Diseases. If we’re gonna have sex, I think we both deserve to be honest with each other. I can get you my results too, so that way you know I’m clean.”

“Oh right. I didn’t think of that.”

“I can sense the hesitation. Don’t stress. I can wait till you’re more comfortable with me. That can come later.”

It honestly surprised you at how calm you were. You weren’t apprehensive about the request at all. However, part of you wondering what got into you. You never entertained the idea of a job like this, but for Felix, you wanted to. The idea alone was thrilling. Felix had been treating you well as a customer and you were sure he could as an employer.

“If you’re uncomfortable with all this, you can say no. I won’t force you to do this.”

“No, I’m not. I guess I just don’t know why me, of all people.”

“You’ve always been so amiable. I enjoy our nights at the bar to the point I want more of it. Plus, I can pay you more than that place so you can actually focus on things you want to. We both win in this situation.”

The free time you would get from not working full time was enough to convince you to take the offer. Deep down, you already knew you were going to say yes, but forced yourself to weigh your options. Three thousand a month was a lot more than what you were bringing in. That money could do a lot of good for you.

“Alright, let’s do this. If you agree to fifteen hundred twice a month, I’ll do it.”

“Deal.”

You sighed as you felt Felix’s fingers run through your hair as the two of you were cuddled on his couch. The movie on the screen merely background noise at this point. Last you looked, Felix had his eyes closed, not falling asleep but enjoying the moment of peace. His jet lag giving him a rough time adjusting back to the time zone. You swore you’d help keep him awake for at least three more hours before he could finally crash.

Your voice was soft as you spoke. “You still with me, Lix?”

A silent nod from him as hugged you closer to him. Brown eyes finally opening as he smiled at you. A yawn leaving him and you giggled in response. You knew he wanted to sleep. He was trying his best to stay awake. With a grumble from him, you pushed off his chest to sit up. “Let me make you some coffee. Does that sound nice?”

His hand fell off your body as you rose to get up. You could hear him sit up on the couch. “Please.”

You made your way over to his kitchen, already knowing where he kept his instant coffee. You quickly placed the pod of coffee in the coffeemaker as you reached for a mug. A press of a button and the coffee started to brew. You sighed as you were waiting, contemplating making a cup for yourself. You were planning on staying up late tonight with midterms coming up. One paper close to being wrapped up, and you were sure you could finish it tonight.

Two months into the arrangement and things were smoothing out for you. The closer you were getting to Felix, the easier the job became. The free time already helping you catch up on schoolwork. Stress levels of yours going down as your time with Felix didn’t truly feel like work. The two of you mostly going out for dinner or events that Felix needed to attend to. The last two weeks introduced you to spending time with him at his condo. Felix saying he wanted some moments of privacy with you.

You were quick to realize Felix was one for physical contact. Hugs when you met up for the night, hand holding at restaurants, and cuddling in his car, and now in his place when you joined him. You didn’t mind in the slightest happy to oblige his requests. Felix kept his word on not pushing sex till you were comfortable with it, but the thought was indeed more appealing the more of you two hung out.

You came back with the cup of coffee, offering the handle to him. “Oh, before I forget. I need an advance from you.”

Felix took the cup from you, replying before he took a sip. “How much do you need?”

“Four hundred. I need to take an additional lab this semester. There is finally an opening, but I don’t have enough for the class.”

There was a playful smirk appearing on his face as he placed the mug down on the coffee table. “Then you’ll have to find a way to earn it.”

Without a second thought, you kneeled in front of him, your knees hitting the soft plush rug as you moved between his parted legs. Felix’s eyes were wide as he stared at you, not expecting such a bold action from you so soon. Your hands finding his thighs as you slowly ran them up closer to his crotch.

“That’s not what I had in mind, but that is the quickest way to get the money.” His hands found yours, stopping you from pulling down his pajama pants. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

You gave a nod. “Yes. It was in the agreement, anyway.”

“But I want you to be comfortable with this. Not doing it because you have to.”

You rolled your eyes, letting an annoyed tone come through. “Just let me suck your dick.”

Felix’s hands immediately left yours as he let out a laugh. Clearly not going to stop you after a remark like that. Your fingers tucked under the waistband of the material and Felix’s hips rose just enough to let you pull the clothing down to free his cock. His cock hardening as you reached for it. This wasn’t your first experience with someone, but it had been a minute since you’d had sex. Your goal was to take it slow and try your best to bring Felix as much pleasure as you could.

“Fuck,” A breathy sigh left him as Felix felt your tongue against the tip of his cock, licking up the first drop of pre-cum that had formed. He seemed to sink further into the couch as the sensation caused him to throw his head back. You licked down his shaft to provide enough lubrication for your hand that stroked him, feeling him become more erect.

Felix was a decent size as you guided his cock past your lips. You started with light sucks as you gradually got used to the cock in your mouth. As you worked more of him into your mouth, you focused on your breathing. You were quick to find a pattern, letting yourself enjoy the sounds Felix was making. His moans were low but deep in tone as he let them out.

“Oh, what a pretty little mouth you have.” You glanced up to see Felix gazing down at you with lidded eyes. A wide smile on his face as you pulled away to stoke his cock while you let yourself have a moment to breathe. Out of practice, but still willing to satisfy him. Your lips coming down to give an experimental suck on his balls. Another moan leaving him as he continued to watch you. “Someone is eager to please me. Don’t worry, baby. Make me come and I’ll let you have whatever you want.”

The money was the last thing on your mind as your mouth found the tip of his cock once more. You happily took him back into your mouth, hungrily sucking as Felix filled the room with moans. His hands finding your hair to help hold it away from your face as well to give him a better view of your actions. Felix was losing his composure under you as he lightly bucked up into your mouth. He was trying his best to remain still, but you knew he was getting close to his high.

“You’re being so good for me. Letting me use this mouth of yours.” You enjoyed the praises from him. They simply encouraged you. You stared up the best could through your eyelashes to look at him. You got a groan in response as the two of you made eye contact. “Fuck. Keep looking at me. I’m close.”

You let Felix have complete control when his bucks were becoming aggressive. A hand of yours cupping his balls, feeling your own saliva dripped down from your mouth and had coated them. The second squeeze from your hand earning you a hiss as Felix pushed you down further onto his cock. Nose flat against his pubic bone as you reacted to the sudden thrust. His action surprised you, trying to swallow as quickly as you could as you felt his hot seed spill into your mouth.

Felix’s hands released their hold on you as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. You pulled back, giving a few last licks across the sensitive tip, enjoying the flinching from Felix. His eyes were on you once more. You sat on your knees with a smug smirk. He looked pleased as he stared you down. The blissful look still on his face as he motioned you to come closer. “Come here.”

You climbed up into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Knees falling onto either side of his hips as you lightly brushed your lips against his own. Felix leaned forward into the kiss and you felt his arms wrap around you, holding you to him. Felix was always greedy for your lips. You recalled him saying a few days ago how much he longed for your lips against his. You wouldn’t deny him, especially with his passionate kisses. Felix always kissing you with such vigor as if this was the last chance he’d get.

A whimper left you as you felt one of Felix’s hands come between you two to dip under your clothing to your needy core. There was no hiding how wet you had become. You gasped into Felix’s mouth as slipped two fingers into you. Felix took the chance to slip his tongue past your lips, letting it wrestle with yours as he aggressively worked his fingers. You hadn’t expected such a reaction from his touch, but your body felt on fire as the knot in your stomach quickly forming.

Felix pulled away, breathless. “Grind.”

You nodded at the command and worked yourself against his hand. The palm of his hand providing just enough friction against your clit. It had been too long since someone had touched you and you needed to get off. It wouldn’t be long till you fell apart, especially with Felix letting praises leave him as you continued to work yourself. His words going straight to your head. “Such a good girl indeed. Keep going.”

You let your head rest on his shoulder as you felt your orgasm sneaking up on you. A desperate whine leaving you. “Gonna come.”

The deep voice of his was barely loud enough to hear as he spoke into your ear. “Come, then.”

A curse left you as you picked up your pace. The knot quickly unraveling as you rode out your high. Pitiful moans leaving you right into Felix’s ear as you slowly let yourself stop after the waves of pleasure died down. You rested against Felix, clinging on to him as you let yourself collect your bearings.

You pulled away just enough to let Felix remove his hand out of your clothing. The wet digits brought to your lips, and you took them into your mouth, tasting yourself on them. You sucked his fingers clean as Felix stared with a raised eyebrow. You pulled away, feeling your cheeks redden. “Don’t give me that look.”

“What look?” A chuckle left him as you buried your head into his shoulder. “I’m just appreciating what you’re giving me.”

You didn’t respond but rested against him, waiting for the blush to fade. Eyes shut, just enjoying his warmth against you. You felt him reach for his phone on the arm of the couch. You wouldn’t push for the money, knowing you didn’t have to. Sure enough, a few seconds later, you could hear a ding of a notification from your phone.

You climbed off of him back to the floor to reach for your phone. There was a smile on your face as you read the bank notification of the transferred funds. You immediately opened your phone and sent a payment to your college to pay for the lab so you wouldn’t have to worry about it later. Once taken care of, you looked over to Felix. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“I know you do.” Felix leaned forward, pulling you back into his hold. He reached for your phone and tossed it further down the couch, away from you two. A sigh leaving him as he felt you rest against him. “I’m tired and it’s getting late. Spend the night with me?”

“Lix, I have a class in the morning.”

He rolled his eyes as an annoyed look took up his face. “Stay the night and I’ll take you to class in the morning.”

You couldn’t help but pout at him. “But if I stay, I won’t want to go to class.”

He quickly scoffed as his grip tightened the second you tried to pull away. “That’s your problem. I want you to stay the night.”

Six months flew by as the two of you continue to meet up. Your sessions were averaging to three nights a week, sometimes more, depending on Felix’s schedule and wants. You were a little heartbroken knowing he was going to be gone for a couple of weeks. He had a few fashion shows in New York that work forced him to attend. He offered to bring you with him, but unfortunately it was finals week for you.

The two of you taking advantage of what little time he had left before he left. You were resting against his sweaty frame in his bed. Both coming down from post orgasm haze as the two of you composed yourselves. Heart rates and breathing finally settling. Felix’s stamina surprising even you tonight. Now that sex was routine, Felix seemed always in need of you. The two of you finding new ways to play with each other to keep up with the demand. You didn’t mind in the slightest as Felix paid attention to your wants, making sure he achieved your pleasure just as much as his own.

The moment of happy cuddling interrupted by Felix. “I want you to move in with me.”

You sighed against him, not wanting to have this conversation again this week. “Lixie, I can’t do that.”

“Why not? It’ll be cheaper than that crummy apartment you’re in now. I’m never here to use it, anyway.”

You playfully smacked his chest. “Because you already pay me too much as it is. I’ll feel so guilty living here.”

Felix’s fingers found your chin to force you to look up at him. His eyes searching yours. “Then I’ll rent my condo out to you. You wanted to save money for your dad, and this gives you an opportunity to do so.”

You pulled away from his hold, annoyance in your voice as you sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t do that Felix.”

There was a scowl on your face as you looked back at him. You hated when he pulled at your heartstrings to convince you to accept more of his money. Especially now that you had opened up to him about your father’s health. You had no problem calling him out on his manipulation that he was quick to rebuttal that it wasn’t.

“Look, I know you don’t like it when I overstep, but I want what’s best for you.” Felix still pressed on, even with you getting upset. Now he was sitting up and reaching for you to pull you close. You fought to brush his hands away, but he didn’t let up and a few seconds later, he jerked you back into his embrace. His arms were now tight around you, forcing you to remain locked in his arms. “You know damn well this condo sits empty. It’s one of the two I own. Let me rent it out to you.”

A huff left you too tired to fight your way out of the hold. “Then you’re adjusting the contract on how much you money you’re giving me.”

“You know damn well I could pay your wages in advance if I wanted to.” An eye roll from you as you told him not to brag. Another habit of his that you hated. You clearly knew he had the money, but he didn’t need to remind you about it. “I’m not bragging. I want you to stop worrying about how I spend my money and let me take care of you.”

You were hitting a breaking point. Almost ready to leave for the night. The two of you never fought, but had conversations like this that could end messy and heated. You knew Felix was getting attached to you. Felix was an open book with his emotions. He practically fought with himself to not say the familiar love word. In the back of your mind, you knew he wasn’t the only one getting attached. However, getting feelings involved made you feel ashamed of the whole situation. Felix shouldn’t have to buy your love and you didn’t want him to.

Now was the time to give him a quick reminder you weren’t his partner or lover. Just an employee. “You bought my time, not the right to control me.”

“I don’t want to control you.” There was irritation present in his voice, clearly annoyed with the statement from you. His grip constricting once more the second you shifted against him. Felix let out a sigh before speaking again. “Listen to me. I care a lot about you. I know I said I wouldn’t mention it, but I do. Renting this place out to you saves me money and helps you. I would be spending less. Isn’t that what you want?”

Felix was right, that was what you wanted. You had paid off your debt and had a decent amount in savings, even with sending money to your parents. Perhaps this would be an excellent opportunity for you. You wanted to pick up working again as well. Even if it was just part time. The sense of independence again with your own money you earned and not his own. You missed the bar tending job, and you knew you could go back at any time. Then perhaps you could talk to Felix about ending the contract. Clearly, a genuine relationship was forming, and you knew the both of you could only skirt around the love word for so long.

A smirk found its way on your face. “Okay, Daddy. Whatever you want.”

You let out a giggle as soon as you heard a growl from Felix. He loathed the pet name and you only use it to defuse situations. He was quick to wrestle you under him as more of your giggling filled the room. Felix successfully pinned you under him in a matter of seconds. Now staring up at him, getting lost in his brown eyes as he brushed the stray hairs out of your face.

“You know I hate it when you call me that.”

You playfully shrugged. “But I love your reaction. It’s funny.”

You felt a hand of his slip between you, giving you a cue to spread your legs apart, knowing he was ready for another round. “I’ll cut back your funds.”

“I’ll just pout at you then.”

Felix’s cock was hard again as he ran the tip up and down your folds. A gasp leaving you as he pressed into you once more. The mix of fluids from the previous session guiding him in with ease. A wide smile was back on his face as he rocked his hips into you. “Then I’ll just bend you over my couch and fuck your brains out till we’re both happy.”

Moving into Felix’s condo took a couple of months. The two of you were still struggling with the subject of the contact. You were desperately trying to show Felix that you didn’t care for the money at this point. The funds were needed, but you didn’t need the amount he pushed on you. That you didn’t need money to fulfill your wants. You had everything you needed now, but he pressed it was a staple for the two of you. That it’s what he could offer you to keep you happy. Not understanding that he was happiness. You were going to sit him down and talk things out. Money didn’t equal love, and you were determined to drill it into him.

Now here you were moving in your belongings, still thinking about your words. Unsure what to say to convince him to keep his money. You just wanted him and he was a fool for not understanding. He clearly wanted you, so why couldn’t he just accept your own feelings? He had no reason to be so set on that damn contract.

You set a box down as you turned to the help that brought their truck over to your larger furniture. “Chan right? Thank you again for helping me move.”

“Chris or Chan. I respond to either.” Chan stood up straight, dusting off his hands as he turned to face you. Wide grin on his face as he gave a shrug. “And it’s really no problem. I was free anyway.”

“Well, you came to my rescue. Felix wanted to rent a whole moving company for my tiny apartment when I just need a truck for my bookcases.”

“He gets like that. It worked out. I’ve been meaning to meet you.”

You hadn’t met most of Felix’s friends. Only meeting Minho and Jeongin for dinner on a couple of occasions. Work usually swamped Felix with traveling, and by the time he was home, he just wanted to spend his free time with you. He promised he’d let you met all his old members and give them a chance to tell all the embarrassing stories they had to you. It impressed you that the group of eight had stayed so close, even with their disbandment. Yourself not even having a best friend for that length of time, let alone seven of them.

“He speaks so highly of you.” Your curiosity now peeked, wondering if Chan knew if your arrangement or if Felix had just told him you were his girlfriend. Chan leaned against the couch, crossing his feet at his ankles as he continued talking. “He’s been lonely for a long time. I don’t know everything about you two, but I’m happy he found you. He’s back to himself and not on that dark path he was on.”

You gave a weak smile. “I think it’s mutual. Felix has done a lot for me, and I’ll never be able to repay that.”

“I don’t want to see him like that again.” There was no ill intent in Chan’s words, but you could see his face get serious. “Please keep being good to him.”

“Don’t worry, I will. I adore him.”

Felix made his way back through the front door with two boxes. He sent them down by his couch and you could see he still had his smile from this morning plastered on his face as he told the two of you that all of your belongings were finally in the condo. He was definitely more excited about you being here than yourself. You couldn’t help but smile back, now more motivated than before to talk to him about ending the contract.

The two of you were a couple clear as day and you wanted to be. The only thing the two of you missing was that dumb little love word. You wanted to say it to him, but still held back. You’d feel better being officially together, especially now with your own income again. It took some convincing on your part, but you told Felix you enjoyed the part-time work. Three nights a week wouldn’t kill him, especially with the six fashion seasons that kept him busy. Binging tv shows getting boring rather quickly when you weren’t working on schoolwork.

Felix made his way over to you to wrap an arm around your waist. “Do you want to stay for dinner? She’s a superb cook.”

Chan has reached behind him to pick up his jacket off the couch and slipping it on. “I can’t, sadly. The wife has dinner plans for us, but you two should swing by sometime. Come check out the new studio I built.”

You looked at Felix, knowing his schedule was fairly empty. “Maybe this weekend?”

There was a nod from Felix, and Chan was on board with the idea. With plans made, Chan made his way out of the condo. Felix slipping away to close the door behind Chan as he left. Now or never would be the best time to talk. “Lix, we need to talk.”

Felix’s smile fell as he pushed off the door, concerned as he noticed your fidgeting hands. “About what?”

“I want you to void the contract.”

“What?” There was panic in his voice as it became unstable. “W-Why? I thought we were doing so well.”

“We are. I want to be with you. The guilt of the contract is too much for me. I love you and I know you love me. Let’s just make this easier on both of us.”

Felix was silent as he shifted the weight on his feet. The lack of response surprised you. Now worried you had misjudged him. Perhaps he wasn’t ready for such a discussion. You had been convinced the two of you were on the same page. With certainty you had heard him whisper he loved you last night when he thought you were asleep in his arms.

You could see tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “Felix, say something.”

The bottom lip of his was lightly trembling, and such a reaction took aback you. This was completely out of character for him. Sure, he’d cried through a movie, but this wasn’t normal. “Voiding the contract means you could leave. I don’t want you to leave.”

“Why would I leave? I’m telling you I want you as a partner. I just don’t want you to pay for it.” You closed the distance between you two, reaching for his face. Your thumbs wiping the tears away. “Do you think I don’t genuinely love you?”

“We’ve never talked about it.”

Felix seemed overwhelmed. A pang of pain hit your heart. This was not your intention. Felix had a lot of love to give and you knew this. He just struggled not having the normal opportunities of a relationship. You wanted to give him that. Show him nothing was going to change. A piece of paper with some signatures being voided wasn’t going to have you running for the hills. Him not giving you money would not have you falling out of love with him.

“Hey, listen to me. I could have left at any point, and I didn’t. Your busy schedule doesn’t deter me away from you. Don’t be afraid of commitment. You’ve already done it this long.”

He nodded but stay silent. You continued speaking now with a small smile on your face. The longer you looked at his sad eyes, the more emotional you became. You were telling him this whole relationship wasn’t ever truly about the money. That’s why you two fought so hard over him sending funds. The relationship you formed was about Felix finding out that he could have happiness and love in his hectic life. That he deserved the love he wanted.

“You said you wanted to give me what I need, right? That you wanted to take care of me?” There was more nodding from Felix as he listened intently to your words. “Then do this for me and void it. I want you, not the money. For my sanity, I need you to get rid of it. Please.”

“Okay. I will, but I'm still gonna send you money though. I like not having to remember to pay the bills.”

You chuckled at him, “I can do that for you.”

He blurted his next words out, “I love you.”

“And I love you.” You placed a light kiss on his nose. “It feels great to say it.”

“Nothing is gonna change, right? You’re still mine?”

“All yours, baby.” You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You can even still spoil me all you want. I know I won’t be able to stop you.”

Felix’s eyes opened when he heard you shut the bedroom door. You knew it was unavoidable in waking him, but you had hoped you’d be quiet enough to sneak in. A smile on his face when he realized it was you that disturbed him. He looked adorable as he stretched. His hair was all over the place as he moved to lie on his back.

“Get over here.”

Felix’s voice was always deeper in the morning. It always took you surprised it could get lower. You had teased him about it every time. His favorite joke of yours being a crack about water damage in those pipes of his. Made no sense but still got him to laugh.

You stripped yourself off your shoes and jeans before slipping under the blankets to join him on the bed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come last night. Weather delayed my flight.”

Felix was quick to pull you to his hold. Your head resting on his bare chest as his arms held you to him. “I know, baby. I’m not mad. It wasn’t your fault.”

You immediately melted into his embrace, overjoyed feeling his warmth against you. “Thank you for sending a driver.”

He was mumbling, still not fully awake. Eyes already shut again. “I wanted to see you first thing.”

“Did you miss me?”

A scoff left him. “What kind of question is that? Of course I did. The longest week of my life.”

You had spent a week of your school break with your parents, finally getting the time to see them. A vacation for the first time and you loved every minute. Even your dad making significant progress in his recovery and up for the company. Felix was upset he couldn’t go with you, but you assured him there would be a next time. Already longing to go back. Swearing to yourself, you wouldn’t go that long without seeing them again. However, that was pushed to the side because now all you wanted was Felix.

Felix groaned as you moved to sit on top of him. “Need you now.”

You couldn’t hide the smirk on your face as you felt his cock already hardening under you. “Yeah, do you need my help?”

Another low guttural groan left Felix as he felt you grind your clothed core against him. A helpless whine leaving him as he writhed under you. “Baby, don’t tease me.”

You reached between your thighs to push the material of your panties to the side. Felix’s hand already pushing his briefs down enough to free his cock. The tip blindly prodding at your opening. You slowly worked his cock into you as you sank down. Your hands finding their way to his chest as you took a moment to adjust to the stretch. Felix’s hands gripping onto the sheets as he softly cursed. You loved the sight below you as Felix’s mouth hung open and whatever moan he had was trapped in his throat.

You were proud seeing such a reaction out of him. “You missed me.”

“Always. Especially when you send me inappropriate videos to taunt me.”

“Here I thought you’d appreciate them.”

What you would give for him to keep his morning voice all day. “Appreciate this more.”

You had to agree with his words. A happy sigh leaving you as you worked yourself up and down his length. Felix’s eyes finally opening to watch you as you moved. His hands slowly making their way to the hem of your shirt, signaling he wanted you to take it off. Taking the recommendation, you pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it to the side. Your bra soon joining the shirt on the floor as you watched Felix take you in. You loved how he always had a look of adoration on his face. He would worship you if you’d give him the opportunity, and you weren’t about to stop him.

Your hands trailed up to Felix’s neck. A blissful smile appearing on his face as he felt your hands squeeze the sides of his neck like he enjoyed. You were still apprehensive about with the action but he had assured you he wasn’t in any real danger. Teaching you on a previous occasion how he would tap your arm three times if he needed air.

A croak left Felix as your hips picked up speed. Back arching up off the bed as you applied more pressure against his throat. He was already teetering on the edge of an orgasm and you wanted him to fall apart under you. As soon as you saw his eyes rollback into his head, you released your hold on his neck earning you a sharp inhale followed by the neediest moan you had ever heard from him. His cum suddenly painting your walls as you rode him through his high into overstimulation.

A whine fell from your lips as your own need was building. “Lix, I wanna come on your cock.”

Felix was panting under you as he nodded. Bringing a hand to you against you to let his thumb rub at your clit. Your own moans slipping out at the added stimulation. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were as desperate for release as he had been. Truly a long week for the two of you after being able to spend such a considerable amount of time together.

You were near your high. Hearing how pathetic you sounded, begging for your orgasm. “Felix, please.”

Felix’s hips now bucking up into you to help the best he could. “Just come. Don’t fight it.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as your nails dug into Felix’s chest. Convinced that you’d be leaving marks, but you didn’t care in heat of the moment. The urge to come was there, and you just needed a little more to be taken over the edge. You let yourself enjoy all the sensations. Felix’s thumb finally finding the perfect pressure against your bundle of nerves. The strain on your thighs was getting to you as you mentally pleaded with your body to press on a little longer.

“Come on, baby. I know you’re close. I can feel it.”

You could barely hear Felix over your own pants, but it was just enough of a push you needed. Your walls clamping around his cock as your orgasm washed over you. You powered through the ache to ride your high as the moans you had been holding back finally left you. Felix’s thumb finally coming to a stop as you slowed down. You raised yourself enough to let his softening cock slip out of you before collapsing on him in heap now, not wanting to move. The jet lag of the long flight catching up to you.

You felt a hand caressing your side. “Don’t get comfy yet. Let’s go soak in the tub.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I’ll order food if you agree to the bath.”

You groaned, rolling off of him, mumbling into the sheets, “I hate you. Don’t use my weaknesses against me.”

There was a chuckle from Felix as he got up. You turned your head to watch him head straight for the connecting bathroom. You could hear the water running and you knew you’d join him. Just as soon as your thighs stopped aching enough for you to walk the distance to the tub. You could hear Felix ask you what bubble bath you wanted, but you didn’t respond. The choice didn’t matter; you enjoyed both.

Eventually, Felix poked his head back into the bedroom. “Get your ass in here.”

You smirked as you sat up. Finally, knowing the best way to get your revenge on him ruining your after sex nap. “Yes, daddy.”

6:34pm

content: jungwon x gn! reader sharing a bed

a/n: sorry this sounds rushed and a little weird LOL hope you guys liked it!  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

here you were, on the same bed as yang jungwon – who was the nicest to everyone on the team except to you. since both of you are the captains of the (insert club here) club, you were assigned the same room by the advisor. what your advisor didn’t tell you guys was that the very same room happen to only have one bed. 

to be fair, it was a full bed. meaning that it fits two people, but two people who knew they were getting a full bed. you two are just awkwardly laying on the bed, a good space in between. you have the blanket up to your neck because you always feared that a person would choke you in your sleep. if one of your friends saw you right now, they would laugh at how stiff you are. 

you are scared to look to your left, fearing that jungwon can hear your heartbeat right now. you let out a slight cough, trying to fill the quiet atmosphere. you swear everything is louder at night.

“you know,” jungwon speaks up. “this isn’t so bad. it is quite cozy, actually.” you can sense that he too is trying to do anything to hide the awkwardness. 

you nod your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “yep.” you say, popping the p. 

jungwon shifts his body and from the corner of your eye, you can see him facing you in the dark. you turn your head slightly and see him prop his head on the backside of his hand. “i- um.” he opens his mouth but seems to be thinking of what to say next. “i can’t sleep without hugging something.” 

you stare at him incredulously, “what do you want me to do with that information?!” you say. “did you want to cuddle or some shit?”

“i mean.” jungwon trails off.

you shift yourself so you are now facing him. “you mean…?”

“i mean, since we are already here.” he says, staring at you. “plus you offered, so.”

you roll your eyes. “yang jungwon, are you serious?” you ask, not believing a word that is coming out of his mouth. he gives you a tight nod and smiles cheekily at you. sighing, you turn so now you are laying on your right side with your back facing jungwon. 

you wait a few seconds, seeing if he was going to make the move first or if you have to tell him. “jungwon?”

“hm?”

“are you not going to hug me?” you say into the darkness. 

“oh…right.” 

the bed moves a little bit as he scooches behind you. his arms hesitantly wrap around your waist, making sure to not do something that would make you uncomfortable. you feel your face heating up due to the amount of contact that is coming from this one boy. you thank the heavens that it is dark, because if there was light – he would see how red you were.

both of your bodies are now stiff like how it was before. sneaking your arm over his, you move it so it is tightly wrapped around your waist. “goodnight jungwon.” you say with a small smile on your face. 

“goodnight, y/n.”

title; project omen

pairing; hongjoong x f!reader x wooyoung genre/wc; fantasy, hybrid!au, smut; 40.5K… ಥ_ಥ summary; you’ve never been close to your father, so when he passes it doesn’t affect, aside from the residual business that you have to take care of in his absence. exploring his basement uncovers a sealed chamber in a hidden room, a man with what looks like a tail staring back at you. contains; blood, injuries, age gap (100s, if it aint your thing skip thnx), miscommunication, lying, fighting, death mentions, starvation mentions (briefly), funeral, homophobia (in a flashback), mxm, angst, plot heavy, smut: fingering, soft sex, bruising, mc is slightly dominant with Woo, subspace a/n; this is for my bestie @hongism​ whom is getting old so i must celebrate that by creating a fic for her ofc ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ LOVE U BESTIEEE terms: Mul- water | Jigu- earth | Bul- fire | Bohoja- protector/guardian | Hae- sun | Dal- moon

You hated entering your father’s room.

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