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PART II

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I

Author's note: It's getting spicy from here.......... hehehe

Chan came to your apartment on a Saturday night, he dressed properly and fixed his shirt before pushing the doorbell of your apartment.

"Oh hey!" You said as you opened the door with that sweet smile of yours that always welcomed him.

"Little Chan is at his dad's," you told him even before he could say anything, knowing that he comes to play with little Chan.

Chan smiled and nodded, "I know," he said because of the phone call you had a few days ago.

"Have you had dinner?" He asked you.

"Not yet," you replied, "I was about to order some food honestly,"

"Let's have a dinner out," he invited, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his dark jeans when he asked you to hide his nerves.

You smiled and looked at him as you thought of a reply, "why don't you wait inside while I change my clothes?" You asked, then let him inside.

Seeing that Chan dressed nicely, you decided on a simple dark dress and put a cardigan on since the night was getting cold toward autumn.

He took you to a nice restaurant with a nice view, and you couldn't be more enjoying the company you were with, especially when he eats so well like that.

"Did I have something on my face?" He asked because he noticed you were watching him.

You shook your head, "I just like seeing someone who eats well like you," you answered.

All of a sudden, it was his turn to stare at you as you scooped your dessert with the small fork, "do I look appetizing more than this slice of tiramisu?" You joked.

"Yes, definitely," he answered.

You laughed at his answer.

But he wasn't joking. You looked so beautiful to him, so radiant and lively, smart and witty, every conversation he had with you was always interesting and made him think out loud.

Chan needed to clear some things before he took things further.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Yes,"

"When is the last time you dated someone?"

You took a quick sip of water, "I didn't even think about it until you asked me this," you honestly answered.

"Why didn't you date?" He asked as he leaned forward on the table, "I mean, you're beautiful and still young,"

"But I'm also a divorcee and have a son, I don't think anyone would easily swipe right on that," you playfully said, then wiped your mouth with a napkin.

"Are you scared to start a new relationship?"

"Aren't we supposed to feel that, a mix of fear and excitement when you start a new thing?" You asked him back even with a mind-boggling question.

"That's true," he agreed.

"I don't essentially need a partner," you boldly stated.

Chan tipped his head to the side hearing your statement.

You took a sip of your water again, "But I do want someone who I can rely on, because it gets tired to be on my own at times," you muttered.

You were so open, so fragile like the glass you were holding in your hand at that time.

It was raining when you get outside, and thankfully the restaurant owner lent you an umbrella to walk back to your car.

You linked your arm with Chan and huddled close together as he held the umbrella, shielding you both from the pouring rain. After a moment of walking, half of Chan's shirt was soaked because he put the umbrella leaned to your side.

You put his arm around you instead to huddle closer to him, and he smiled at you.

"Can I ask you something now?" You asked him.

"Sure!"

"Why me?" You asked.

You both stopped walking on the pavement as he looked at you, feeling caught by the question.

You looked at him with a smile on your face, "I have nothing to hide anymore. You know who I am, what I am, how I live my life, and you know my son," you said.

You put a hand on his arm, "I mean, look at you! You can have someone much better than me, more beautiful and younger," you said to him.

"Why me?" you asked again.

Chan took your hand and clasped it together with yours, "I don't want someone much better, more beautiful, or younger. The person I want is right in front of me," he answered and tried to say it louder than the sound of rain.

"I want you," he said to you, then leaned in.

He put a hand on the small of your back to draw you closer with one hand steadily holding the umbrella, then kissed you, kissed you so tenderly, and the kiss sent a warm feeling all over you, replacing the cold from the rain.

You pulled away to put your hands around his neck, voluntarily being the one leaning in since he was the one holding the umbrella.

You put a hand on his jaw to angle his head, then kissed him again.

He returned the kiss with the same passion, a hand on your back pulled you closer like you weren't close enough.

Back in your apartment, Chan kissed you the moment you unlocked the door. Knowing that your apartment was empty, he steered you to your bedroom with his mouth latched with yours.

You fumbled to open his wet shirt with your hands pruning up from the cold, but Chan decided to rip it open.

Lifting you by your waist, lay you down on the bed, he kissed you hungrily with you pinned underneath him. His hand reached for the zipper of your dress, and you halted him.

"Chan," you called him.

He snapped his eyes up at you, his lips red and swollen from the kisses, "yes?"

You brushed his damp hair to the back, then held his face, "I'm not very confident about this," you told him.

You swiped your thumb over his lips before he could speak something to deny your remark.

"I gave birth before. I'm not as attractive as you think I am," you sadly muttered to him.

He caught your hand and kissed your wrist, "let me see and prove it myself," he said to you.

You meekly obeyed and let him undress you, pulled the zipper of the dress down, then took it off of you. He kneeled on the bed seeing you lying on the bed with your matching underwear in cream white color.

He couldn't believe you would say something to your heavenly body and said it's not attractive as he ran his hand down your chest, his fingers tugged the cup of your bra with fingertips gently grazed your breast, then down to your stomach.

And yes, he saw the flaws you have and proof that you gave birth before, but he didn't see any difference in bodies he had seen before.

You are heavenly, beautiful, and evoked so much desire in him that made him impatient, couldn't control his hands as he let them roam freely on your body.

He put a hand behind you to snap open your bra then tossed it away, and your hands flew to cover your chest.

"Let me see all of you," he said to you in a low voice.

He slowly removed your hands and exposed your bare chest to him, his mind went haywire just thinking that they were once full with breast milk.

He licked his lips to figure out if you still lactating, he placed small kisses on your breast to finally took your nipple in his mouth, slowly sucking, but he was unlucky for couldn't get a taste of breast milk.

He took the other nipple and did the same, he let them wet with his saliva as he dragged his mouth down your body to your heating core.

He settled himself, positioning his head between your legs, then slowly lowered his mouth on your clothed core.

You held your breath with his hot mouth on your cunt with a layer of flimsy fabric in between, Chan stuck his tongue out then began licking the fabric, wetting it with his tongue.

His tongue didn't make any direct contact with your cunt yet you were already squirming, arching your back more to the point that you couldn't tell if your underwear was wet from his saliva or your essence.

He traced the fold with his tongue against the fabric, using his nose, he rubbed your clothed clit then lifted his head to look at you through his half-shut eyes.

He traced your cunt with his fingers in feather-like touches, "I want you so much," he said with a mix of sigh and groan.

You nodded at him as a way to give him indirect permission to go further. He slowly pulled your underwear down until it was off your legs.

You hadn't been with a man for a long time, and it felt so new all over again, the insecurities that kicked in all of a sudden made you shut your legs together, felt so aware of your naked body under his lustful gaze.

He softly smiled, lifted one of your legs then brought his mouth to your calves, and began making a trail of kisses from your calves to your inner thighs.

He then snaked his hands under your legs and didn't waste time sinking his mouth on your cunt. You gasped looking at his greedy mouth on you, taking the delicate flesh in his mouth and gently sucking on it.

You tangled your hand in his hair, softly tugging on his hair as you got yourself immersed in pleasure.

You broke a loud moan, "oh my God!" You exclaimed when he flicked his slick tongue on your clit repeatedly.

If it weren't for his hands keeping your legs open, you would have clamped his head in between.

He watched as you fell apart in front of him and your body blotchy red as the blood rushed all over your body, especially your face and the delicate flesh between your legs.

Your hair spread out on the pillow, making a makeshift halo against the white sheet, and your mouth agape as you caught your breath, you looked so beautiful to him.

You pulled him by his neck to kiss him, letting him topple on top of yours.

He would love to say how beautiful you are to him, but words couldn't do justice, and actions speak louder than words, so he tried to convey all of his admiration for your body by his kisses, all over your body until he couldn't take it anymore as his jeans tightened with every passing second.

Sensed the need in him with the rushed, sloppy kisses, you pushed him just enough to let your hands down to work open the button of his jeans and pulled his jeans down to let his erection free.

You were about to retract your hand, but Chan quickly took it and then wrapped it around his length, "that's how much I want you," he murmured to you.

He whimpered as he let go of your hand and looked at your fingers wrapped around his throbbing member.

"I don't need anyone younger or more beautiful and all those utter nonsense," he said to you.

Your eyes snapped up to his as he caressed your cheek.

"I only want you," he said with unwavering eyes.

You closed your eyes and let the words sink in, you never had anyone tell you that for a long time, and it felt so good to be wanted.

You pulled him for another long, lingering kiss until he eventually let go to take his jeans off and returned to bed fully naked with eyes lingering on you.

He took your hand and pushed it close to his cheek, "you're breathtakingly beautiful," he murmured to you then kissed the inside of your hand.

You smiled at him, and he kissed you right then, so softly like he tried to capture your smile with the kiss.

You bit your lower lip as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock like you weren't wet enough, when he finally pushed inside you let out a breathless gasp.

It wasn't your first time having sex, but it was the first time you felt so full with the girth and length he has.

Chan also had a hard time containing his grunts that he let out some groans when he began thrusting; he pressed his lips together into a thin line.

It felt overwhelming for him to be inside you, he didn't feel any different just because you gave birth before, you were just as good, even better than he dreamed in his head.

Or maybe because you weren't just someone he casually met and got together for a short time.

It wasn't just a short-lived infatuation as well, he got this need to be always around you, and he didn't know where it was coming from.

When he opened his eyes to draw him back from his thought, your eyes were on him, and you gazed tenderly into his, right at that moment, he felt like he could see right into you.

He could see the beautiful soul you have inside, so pure and delicate, and how precious that he got to see it, it made him want to have you whole and just for himself.

Chan knew it wasn't easy for you to open up, he made a promise to himself to never let you down.

He pressed his forehead against yours with his hand reached for yours on the bed then intertwined it, and slipped his fingers into the spaces between your fingers.

You stayed like that, moving in sync, bodies became one and eventually fell apart, then pieced back together as you relished the immense pleasure while holding each other close.

-

He heard you talking when he woke up alone on the bed.

With eyes still blurred by sleep, he saw you were talking on the phone in the kitchen.

It wasn't hard to guess that you were talking to little Chan, he could easily tell from the bright smiles plastered on your face and how you sweetly talked to the phone.

Chan also couldn't help but smile along, his day was already made at that moment.

You returned to the bedroom and saw Chan was awake on the bed, "did I wake you up?" You asked him with a soft smile.

He sleepily smiled at you, then shook his head.

"Come back to bed," he said with a hand outstretched at you.

You put your phone down on the bedside table and took his hand as you got on the bed.

"I wake up early out of habit," you said to him as you put yourself under the duvet with him.

"I know," he responded while putting a hand around you, pulling you closer against him.

He looked so gorgeous barefaced with his hair in its natural curls, you couldn't help but slip your fingers through his hair.

He looked into your eyes and leaned in close to place a peck on the lips, "when is little Chan will be back?" He asked you.

"Tonight," you answered.

He put his hand under the shirt you were wearing to rub your back, "any plan on what should we do until little Chan is back?" He asked.

You played with the curls on the nape of his neck, "you don't have any schedule for today?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

You hummed and thought of things you wanted to do, "I don't know, but first, I'm going to cook breakfast," you told him.

He gently massaged the flesh on your waist, "what about I'll cook today's breakfast?" He asked.

You haven't had anyone cook you breakfast in a long time, you certainly didn't want to pass on the chance.

"I'd love that," you said to him.

He held you closer and then kissed your cheek, "okay, but I'll do that after cuddling with you," he said.

You giggled hearing his words.

"What's funny?" He asked while also giggling.

"You are little Chan's twin," you said to him.

"Then should I start calling you mommy too?" He joked.

You burst out laughing, but he kept dragging you closer and closer, then nuzzled his head in your neck.

The day continued with him spending the day with you, cooking you breakfast, spending the afternoon watching movies while eating lunch he ordered for both of you, napped on the sofa together.

You woke just right on time to cook for dinner, he woke up a little later and then helped you prep the dining table.

You were glad to finally have someone to talk to without having to hide everything and feeling comfortable in your skin, you could only hope he feels the same.

As he was washing the dishes, your phone rang, and you picked up the call from your ex-husband telling you he was about to arrive at your apartment building.

You walked up to Chan, and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm going downstairs to get Chan," you informed.

He looked over his shoulder and nodded, "okay," he said.

Chan got so excited to see little Chan come running in his direction, kneeling on the floor to welcome him to his embrace.

Little Chan shyly hugged him while giggling, then showed him a new toy he brought from his dad and gave him an incomprehensible explanation of it.

You sat on the carpeted floor to play with them, more like watching them play together as Chan couldn't stop cuddling him and tried to get little Chan to kiss him.

"What about mommy?" You asked him.

"Can mommy get a kiss?" You asked again with a pout at him.

He giggled and then plodded your way, placing a slobbering kiss on your mouth.

You laughed as he stumbled onto your lap, but you were quick to catch him from toppling to the side.

"Uncle Chan wants a kiss too," you said to little Chan.

"Can you give him a kiss on the cheek?" You sweetly asked.

Chan was sitting crossed-legged and smiling at little Chan.

Little Chan hesitated and slowly walked his way but instead of kissing him as you asked to, he hugged him.

You softly laughed, "I think he's shy," you said to him.

Chan sat him on his lap, "it's okay, we'll have a lot of time to work on that," he said to you.

You didn't know why but your heart leaped when you heard his words.

"Can I at least get a kiss from mommy?" He playfully asked with a sly smile.

You glanced at little Chan with wide eyes, "should mommy give a kiss to uncle Chan?" You asked him.

Little Chan didn't reply but sucked on his little index finger.

"Just a kiss on the cheek, please?" Chan adorably pleaded.

You leaned in and softly placed a kiss on his cheek.

"One for mommy's favorite Chan," you remarked, then kissed little Chan on the cheek too.

"Oh, so I'm not your favorite?" Chan asked with a frown.

"You're my second favorite Chan," you answered.

Just like little Chan understood what you meant, he went to sit on your lap and hugged you.

"Well, I guess 2nd is better," Chan said accepting the hard truth with an adorable pout.

You sneaked a kiss on his lips, "a special kiss for my 2nd favorite Chan," you lowly said as you broke the kiss.

Chan couldn't help but grin at you.

Little Chan was obviously growing fond of him, he got comfortable with Chan reading the bedtime story for him until he fell asleep.

You walked up to him as he stood by his crib, watching him sleep while holding his favorite plushie.

"It's hard to be his favorite," Chan whispered to you as he placed wolfchan next to little Chan who was peacefully sleeping.

You softly laughed at him, "but you won a lot of brownie points already," you consoled him as you snaked your arm around him.

"Well, I have to catch you up," he said.

You gave little Chan a goodnight kiss before following Chan out of his bedroom.

He was waiting for you, pulled you by your hand, and kissed your lips, "I have to go, I have some work to do," he said.

You nodded, "okay,"

He brushed your hair to the side, "you'd better go to sleep,"

"I will," you said, "after I shower,"

Chan raised an eyebrow at you, "and you're not going to ask me to join you?"

"I thought you said you have some work to do," you said back as you put your hands around his neck.

"Well, a shower will only take a few minutes," he said.

But it took more than a few minutes.

Not when you looked so divine, glistening wet with water streaming down your naked body and your hair stuck to your body.

And when he put his hands on you, he couldn't settle with just touch, he wanted more than that.

He wanted to feel all of you.

So you let him.

He hoisted you up against his, lifted your body with his strong arms, and let you slide down his cock in the process before pinning you against the tiled wall of the bathroom.

You moaned into his mouth with your hands clawing his shoulder and back.

"Gosh, you feel so good," he groaned so close to your ear then kissed your neck.

He put a hand behind your head so it won't hit the wall for every hard thrust he did against you.

You clung harder to him at the mounting pleasure about to burst at any moment.

He couldn't even feel your nails digging into his flesh, his head was filled with the overwhelming pleasure of fucking you hard against the bathroom wall.

When you finally cum around each other, you moaned out loud then quickly shut yourself by kissing his neck while he gently bit into your shoulder.

"The shower will only take a few minutes," you poked fun at him by saying his words back to him.

He softly laughed against your lips, then gave you a quick peck, "I can't help it, you're so tempting," He shamelessly said to you while gently squeezing the flesh of your backside with his big hands.

Chan left once he got dressed up after showering and kissed you plenty of times, if you didn't remind him of the work he has to do that night, you were sure he wouldn't stop kissing you onto the bed.

-

If Chan wasn't busy, he makes sure to come to your apartment to play with little Chan and spent some time with you. Oftentimes, the timing was off.

When he came home early from work, you weren't home.

We're going to little Chan's grandma for her birthday.

You wrote in your text message when he asked where you were going. He came back to his apartment and slept the day away.

The sound of his phone ringing woke him up from his slumber, he groped for his phone on the bed and picked it up without looking at the contact.

"Hello?"

"Hey!"

Chan's eyes snapped awake the second he heard your voice through the phone.

"Are you sleeping?" You asked him.

"Yeah," he answered, "but I'm awake now," he quickly said.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up,"

"No, I need to wake up though, working on something," he mumbled while rubbing his eyes.

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, little Chan stayed at his grandma's with his dad," you answered.

"You want me to come over?" He asked.

You softly smiled, "no, it's alright. You said you're busy so I'll leave you to it,"

"No, no, I'm coming," he said to you while getting off the bed, and walking to the threshold.

"No, no need," you kindly refused.

But Chan ignored your words and opened the front door to see you already standing there.

"I'm going to come over to your place instead," you said to the phone as you looked at him with a smile on your face.

It felt like someone just flipped the switch inside of him, that revived him in a few seconds, and seeing you standing with your silk nightdress on, he glanced down to see your nipples poking through the fabric and going lower to where the hem hung on your mid-thighs then bit his lower lip.

You hung up on the phone, "I just want to see you," you said to him.

He shook his head, then put a hand around your waist, "No, you didn't come for that," he said.

He drew you closer and pulled you inside, "you came to make me lose my mind," he finished.

You softly chuckled, but he hastily kissed you on the lips with both hands holding you, hoisting you up against his body until your feet were off the ground.

He kissed you hard, only willing to let go when his lungs burned from running out of oxygen.

"I miss you," he murmured against your lips.

"I miss you too," you said back.

He took you to his bedroom and sat on the end of the bed to pull you onto his lap.

God, you were such a sight, a lovely gift wrapped so beautifully just for him.

He traced the outline of your body with both hands and sighed, then cupped your face with his hands to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Don't you say you have to work on something?" You teased him as you put your hands around his neck.

"It can wait," he said to you with hands moved down to your thighs, tugged the hem of your nightdress between his fingers then pulled it up and over your head.

He put the piece of clothing away and held you by your waist, he glanced up at you before planting a soft kiss on your sternum.

"You're so beautiful," he cooed with lips grazing the skin as he spoke.

He moved his hands to cup your breasts, then held them upright in front of him, he looked into your eyes as he stuck his tongue out to play with your nipple.

You tangled a hand into his hair, looking down at him as he took your breast in his mouth, humming against the flesh, and it reverberated throughout your body.

You slowly grind against his lap without breaking the eye contact with him.

He dragged his mouth to the underside of your breast and then made a mark there.

"Chan," you whined at him.

He let go of his mouth and then rubbed the skin with his fingers, but that didn't stop him from doing the same thing on the other.

You tugged harder at his hair when he sucked on your skin too hard followed by some low whimpers escaping your mouth.

"Little Chan is so lucky to have a hot mommy like you," he said to you as he rubbed over the mark he just made on your breast.

You lowly chuckled with your hands on his neck.

"And I'm so lucky to have you," he added along with a kiss on your collarbone, then made a trail of kisses from there until his lips landed on yours.

You took his clothes off while kept grinding on him and his hands went lower to cup your ass in his hands, kneading on the ample flesh with his mouth latched with yours.

It didn't take long for the two of you to end up naked on the bed, bodies tangled together and kicking the duvet off the bed.

You turned over to get on top of him, brought your face down to kiss him, and continued kissing him down, stopping just right on his abdomen.

You took the opportunity to touch his magnificent abs, touching the taut muscles with your hand, then glided it down to his throbbing member.

Chan watched as you went down on him, throwing all of your hair to one side, then took his length into your mouth, he let out a low gasp watching your mouth wrapped around his cock.

He watched the whole thing with his hands under his head, only reaching up to you to put your hair away so he could get a clear view of his cock going in and out of your mouth.

"My God, you know what to do with that beautiful mouth of yours," he murmured to you.

You slowly let go and gave it a good long lick before retracting yourself to kneel on the bed.

Chan wiped the mess around your mouth and then pulled you to give you a sloppy kiss on your lips.

He lay back down again and let you have your way with him, sliding down into his cock with a loud gasp escaping your parted open mouth.

When you fully took him whole inside you, you closed your eyes, hips moved in a circular motion to feel his length inside you.

Chan whimpered as he too got overwhelmed with the sensation, "you take me so well," he praised you, then ran a hand on your chest.

You put your hands down on his chest as you began moving, pulsating your hips against him at a steady pace, while Chan once again watched you fucking him good.

He couldn't help himself to touch you, especially seeing your breasts bouncing with every move, he gently squeezed your breast or gave your clit the right stimulation.

"Oh yes, you know how to make me feel good," he said with his eyes locked with yours.

He gripped your hips and bucked his hips to meet your thrust, you moaned out loud at how rough yet delightful that felt.

The dynamic you created elevated the whole experience, it was like you read each other’s minds without needing to say it.

When you finally hit your high, you toppled on top of him and searched for his mouth to place a slobbering kiss on his mouth.

Chan kept you stimulated by fingering you, feeling you clenched around him as he kissed you hard and deep.

He had you on all fours on the bed, ran his hand down from the nape of your neck down to the curve of your backside to eventually land a nice slap on the skin.

You yelped, the pain was there, and it exhilarated you in an inexplicably way.

He brought his mouth close to your ear, "I've been thinking of fucking you all day, you know that?"

Unable to provide a verbal answer, you shook your head instead.

He inserted two fingers inside you and groaned, "so tight," he said with such disbelief.

"And so wet," he groaned again as you clenched around his fingers.

That made him impatient to be inside you, he slowly drew his fingers out of your and shoved them into his mouth to get a taste.

"Taste like a hot mommy," he remarked.

You let out a low laugh as you gripped the sheet under you.

He placed a hand, firmly holding you by your hips as he positioned himself to enter you.

He had been inside you awhile ago, but the feeling of entering never ceases to amaze him, it was something that he couldn't get enough of.

When he began thrusting, Chan lost his sense of control and let the pleasure take him over, fucking you senseless and using you selfishly.

He cursed under his breath as he was on the brink of climaxing, "you feel so fucking good," he groaned.

His pace went out of rhythm, sloppy and rough.

"I can't take it anymore," he said with his jaws clenched then quickened the pace with the strength he has.

You helplessly moaned into the pillow at the mounting pleasure and cried out when he repeatedly slapped your ass a few times until he cum inside you, sending both of your bodies collapsing on the bed.

It took him quite some time to regain his senses back and then held you close on the bed, he felt bad for losing control and using you so selfishly like that.

He buried his head on your neck and then kissed it, "I'm sorry," he said.

You were running out of breath to give him an answer.

He flipped your over to face him on the bed and then kissed you on the lips, "are you okay?"

You nodded with a foolish smile on your face, "that was so good," you breathlessly said.

A smile bloomed on his face, and his ears turned red, his hand went to rub the handprints from his slapping to soothe the skin.

"Does it hurt?"

You shook your head.

His eyes shot down to where his cum leaked out of you as it dripped down onto the sheet on the space between your legs.

He didn't know why but he felt the urge to touch your stomach, he knew that you were on birth control, but the thought of breeding you flashed through his mind.

And he felt confident that he could get you to breed you well, wonder how big you'd get with his seed grows into a baby inside you.

"Can you get back here?" You asked him and patted the pillow next to you.

He nodded, picking up the duvet from the floor before laying back down next to you on the bed. He covered both of your bodies with it, then pulled you closer against him.

"Have you ever thought of having another child?" He suddenly asked.

"Not now, I mean, someday," he quickly added.

You slipped your hand under his arm and splayed your hand on the skin of his back, "the answer is an obvious yes," you answered.

"I think I mentioned it before that I didn't get to enjoy my pregnancy back then," you explained, "I want to experience that again, but this time, I'll fully enjoy it," you finished with a smile.

He smiled back after listening to your explanation.

"What about you?" You asked him.

And he didn't expect you to ask him his question back.

"I'd love to have my own child someday," he honestly answered. He could confidently answer it because the amount of time he had spent with little Chan, made him ecstatic to have his own child someday.

 "You'll be a great dad," you praised him.

He got flustered and placed a quick peck on your lips, "what makes you think so?" He shyly asked you.

"I've seen you with little Chan," you shortly replied.

Whether it was the answer itself or how quick you answered it, Chan felt warm inside.

You scooted closer and rested your head on his pillow, your faces were just inches away with your noses barely touching each other.

Chan was more than eager to have you this close to him.

You looked into his eyes and said, "Whoever gets to be your child is so lucky to have a dad like you,"

He never thought that he would be so proud of himself for getting this kind of compliment from you, truthfully, that was the nicest compliment he ever heard from someone.  He was at a loss for words, he couldn't do anything but kissed you tenderly and then held you tight until you both fell asleep.

-

He was getting used to not finding you next to him on the bed when he woke up.

You always got up early out of habit, probably little Chan was already home too, he figured that was why you were already gone.

And he reluctantly got up from the bed as well, washed his face and brushed his teeth,  then walked to your apartment for a morning kiss and a late breakfast.

He rang your doorbell, and it took you a while to finally open the door.

He smiled at you, then didn't hesitate to step inside and crashed his lips against yours.

"Chan," you breathlessly said against his lips with your hands slowly pushing him away.

But Chan didn't want to let go of the kiss, and his hands kept you close to him, "I think I deserve more since you left me alone on the bed," he said to you.

You jerked your head away, "it's not that," you said with a grimace.

He saw the sour expression you made and wrinkled his forehead in confusion, "what's wrong?" He asked.

You let go of his hold and stepped away to let him see who was playing with little Chan in the living room and possibly watching both of you kissing on the threshold.

Jeongin was waving at him when he noticed him.

"You haven't told him about us, right?" You asked him in a low voice.

He blinked a few times, Chan didn't feel the need to tell everyone he is in a relationship with you but remember that you are his aunt made him realize that he indeed should have told him about it.

"I haven't told anyone about us. I-"

"It's alright, Chan," you quickly said while holding his hands.

"You two can talk it out," you assured him again with your hands on his chest and a comforting smile.

It was awkward for Chan to walk up to Jeongin, he didn't worry about him, Chan knew that Jeongin would respect his privacy, but Chan felt bad for keeping the relationship to himself when he should have told him about it at some point because he's family by blood.

He didn't say anything when Chan sat next to him on the sofa but kept watching little Chan dancing and mumbling the song of the cartoon that was playing on the TV.

He laughed seeing little Chan stumbling and almost falling from dancing, "Hyung, I used to dance like that," Jeongin said to him.

Chan chuckled, "Hey, you weren't that bad," he said back.

You came to them to hand Chan a glass of juice, "Can you guys watch little Chan? I'm going to cook lunch," you told them.

"No problem," Chan said to you.

You looked at Jeongin, "you're staying for lunch, right?"

"Yeah, sure," Jeongin answered.

Chan shot you a smile before you left back to the kitchen, if Jeongin wasn't there he would love to land a slap on your ass, but he held the urge.

Jeongin looked at Chan and smiled, "Hyung, I'm okay with it," he suddenly said.

"Huh?"

"You’re dating my aunt," he said.

Chan looked down on the carpeted floor, flustered.

"I meant to tell you sooner, but I just need a little bit more time," he said.

Jeongin nodded, "no, I understand," he said, "I know you didn't expect me to find out this way, but I believe you'll tell me about it at one point," he added, then got off the sofa to help little Chan fixing his toy.

Chan also got off the sofa and then sat on the carpeted floor next to him, "to be honest, yes," he shyly said.

Jeongin chuckled, then handed little Chan his toy back along with a caress on his little head.

"Can uncle Jeongin get a kiss?" He asked little Chan.

He got up and walked to him, holding his face to kiss him on the cheek.

"Thank you," Jeongin beamed to him while kept hugging him.

Meanwhile, Chan got jealous because little Chan always never done that to him before.

"He never kissed me before," Chan whined, "whenever I ask for a kiss, he didn't give me,"

Jeongin laughed, "maybe because you're not his favorite uncle," he boasted.

Chan glared at Jeongin and called for little Chan, "Can I have a kiss?" He sweetly asked him.

But little Chan only looked at him while sucking his index finger, drools dripping from the corner of his mouth then giggled, didn't even stir on Jeongin's lap to come to him.

Chan heavily sighed with his eyes closed, defeated.

"Keep on trying, Hyung!" Jeongin mocked him with an evil laugh.

Chan had to admit that Jeongin has a special bond with little Chan or kids in general, maybe because of his warm personality and smiles.

Jeongin left after lunch, and little Chan was already tired from playing with him since it was past his nap time, you hurriedly took him to his bedroom and lay him down in his crib.

You were in the living room, putting little Chan's toys back into the box when Chan returned from sending Jeongin on his way.

"Little Chan is sleeping?" He asked in a low voice.

You nodded.

He peeked inside little Chan's bedroom to see him napping, then walked up to you.

"Come here! Stop cleaning up!" He said to you, then grabbed your hands.

He pulled you along with him, sending you toppled onto the sofa, and didn't waste time holding you close.

"Don't you have to go?" You asked him.

He hooked his leg around yours, "I still have an hour, and so," he replied.

He dragged you closer to him on the sofa, "should we nap too?" He asked you, then kissed your lips.

"Should we?" You asked back.

He nodded while grinning.

You held him back and slipped your hand in his hair while looking into his eyes.

"How did the talk go?"

"Good," he answered.

"Jeongin can be reserved, but he's actually really caring," you told him.

He caressed your cheek, "I know, and I would too if you were my aunt," he said.

You laughed because that sounded so weird coming out of his mouth, "no, don't," you said while laughing.

He laughed along, then kissed you on the lips, "yeah, we better not," he said back.

He kissed you again, slid his hand down the side of your body and then cupped your backside, softly squeezing on the flesh.

You sighed into his mouth, "I thought we were going to nap,"

"We are going to nap," he assured you, yet his hand kept switching between softly kneading and rubbing on your ass.

He buried his head in your neck next, kissing you down your chest, and with a sly smirk, he pulled up your blouse to expose your breasts.

You shot him a warning look, but of course, that didn't stop him from touching you, putting his hand inside the cup of your bra and using his fingers to play with your nipple.

His mouth felt warm as he placed searing kisses across your chest, he roughly pulled down your bra so he could take your breast into his mouth.

He sucked hard, and you muffled your moans by pressing your lips together, "Chan," you whined with your hand in his hair.

He didn't let go, he tugged your hardening bud between his teeth and nibbled on it as he pleased.

"You won't stop even if I tell you, mmh?" You asked him while softly combing his hair with your fingers.

He hummed with his mouth full of your flesh, then slowly let go of his mouth then gasped for air, "you're so tempting," he said to you, then kissed you.

He pinned you under him but made sure not to put his whole weight on you by propping an elbow against the sofa, he put a stray hair behind your ear before sinking his mouth on you again.

You held him close while returning his kiss, and hooked your leg around his with your hands around his body.

The smooching sounds of your kisses and low sighs echoed in the quiet room with the warm afternoon sunlight shining down on both of you.

He planted a soft kiss on the sensitive spot behind your ear, "I want you," his lips grazed your earlobe when he spoke.

You sighed with your eyes closed, the warmth of his body seeped into yours, and your hands reached for his face and brought it right in front of you, "don't you have to go to your schedule soon?" You asked him.

He dropped his face onto your chest and groaned.

You softly laughed while lazily scratching his hair with your fingers.

-

Chan had been cooped up in the studio for hours now, and Jeongin was there to work on something with him before leaving for the dorm.

"Have you told them that we'll be leaving for the tour soon?" Jeongin asked him as he shoved his things into his bag.

Chan had to pause to understand the question, then he nodded, "no, not yet," he answered.

"It seems like we'll be busy until the new year," he said as he zipped his bag and slung it across his shoulder.

Chan nodded again, he could see all the works ahead of him, a part of him excited for it, and the other part got sad that he'd have little time to see you and little Chan.

But he knew well enough, that he can't have one without sacrificing the other, the world doesn't work like that.

After countless nights he had spent sleeping in your apartment with you, he had known the passcode to your door, and he still rang the door sometimes, because he likes seeing you opening the door for him.

Considering that it was past midnight and you probably had slept, he pressed the combinations of numbers to the pad until it beeped open.

He tried to avoid making loud noises and waking little Chan when he walked past his bedroom, he peeked inside the door to see him sleeping soundly in his crib.

He walked to your room next but didn't find you there, he noticed the light in your workroom was on and went there.

The door was left open, and he saw you working on your computer, the light from the screen illuminated your face and you didn't notice him until he came to the desk.

"Hey, you're home!" You beamed at him with a smile.

And Chan likes hearing those words, he came to your side and kissed you on the top of your head.

"Are you working on something?" He asked.

"Yeah, I have to resend a file. I'm sure that I didn't delete it, but I can't find it anywhere," you answered, sounding so panicked.

Chan hummed as he watched you trying to figure out what went wrong, "I've had this kind of problem before," he said.

"Can you help me?" You asked him.

Chan couldn't stand seeing you helpless like this, "I'll try," he replied.

You got up from your seat and offered it to him, "come, sit down," you told him.

He complied and sat on the chair while you also watched him trying to fix whatever had gone wrong with the computer while biting your thumb anxiously.

After a moment of Chan figuring out the issue, he successfully retrieved the file you were looking for, "is this the one?" He asked you.

You leaned forward on the desk and beamed, "oh yes, this is the one," you exclaimed.

The panic that masked your face faded, you shot him a grateful smile and then sat on his lap.

"I just need to check it one more time," you said as you opened the file and checked the content to see if something was missing or not.

Chan put his hand around your waist to hold you close as you worked on the computer.

"Now, send an email!" You muttered as you pressed the send button on the computer.

You turned your head at Chan and smiled, "all done!" You happily said, then rested your back against his chest and took both of his hands around you.

"Thank you for helping," you muttered to him, then gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He smiled as you let go of the kiss, "I think I deserve more than that," he said to you.

He tightened his hands around you while you angled your head toward him so he could kiss you again, craning your neck to give him access to your neck and kissing it while his hands started cupping your breasts against the fabric of your nightdress.

Chan was so lost in your kisses that he almost forgot his main intention to come here, he slowly pulled away from the kiss.

"I want to tell you something," he said.

Your eyes snapped open then you shifted your body on his lap to look at him, "what's that?" You asked him while putting a hand around his neck.

Chan sighed before began talking, "I'll be on tour started next week," he informed.

You nodded and intently listened to his words.

"And I think I wouldn't be home until the beginning of next year," he added.

You nodded again, taking in all the information he just shared with you.

"That's a long time," you commented while cupping his cheek in your hand.

"Will you be okay?" He asked.

You softly chuckled, "I should be the one asking you that," you said.

"Will you be okay? Because that sounds so wearying,"

And your reaction was one that he didn't see coming, he got bewildered, unsure how to react to that.

He stifled a nod, "I'll be okay," he answered.

You smiled at him, "I believe you can take care of yourself well," you said while softly rubbing his forearm.

Chan couldn't feel more loved than this, having you worrying him but also putting your trust in him.

He felt so lucky for having you that he believed that wouldn't be the last time he would be thankful for that.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and tickled your sensitive spot with the tip of his nose.

"I'm going to miss little Chan so much," he grumbled.

"What about me?" You teased him.

He pressed a kiss on your neck, "You got jealous of your own child?" He poked fun at you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, "maybe a little," you answered.

Chan heavily sighed, "what should I do then?" He said.

You turned your head at him, "what?"

"Both the child and the mommy are so cute," he exclaimed as he tightened his arms around you.

Chan caressed your head, brushed your hair with his fingers, then kissed you once in a while, and took a look at you as much as he could since he'll be leaving for tour.

You got awoken by his touch somehow, your eyes fluttering open, and smiled at him when you found him looking at you.

"Are you going to leave soon?" You weakly asked him while pushing your head close to his chest.

He hummed his answer, "go back to sleep," he said to you while patting your head endearingly.

He placed more kisses on the skin that was available to him, around your face to finally kissed your lips even though you couldn't return them in your sleep.

"I'll be back soon," he softly said to your ear, and he saw you smile as if you heard his words.

He planted a long kiss on your lips before leaving and took a last look at you sleeping on the bed wrapped in the white duvet.

He went to little Chan's room next and quietly made his way to his crib, watched him sleep for a moment then gave him a few rubs on his back.

"See you again, little Chan," he said in a low voice to little Chan sleeping soundly in his crib.

His heart ached that he got to leave all this as if you and little Chan were already a family he owns.

The thought of making that thought becomes true sounds too good to be true.

-

Chan couldn't feel much worse he had to miss another important occasion which was Christmas with little Chan. He had to miss baking cookies, wrapping gifts together, and playing in the snow together with him. He could only experience that through the photos you took and sent to him along with the words that made his heartaches, "we miss you," at the end of the caption.

Chan had a little break for Christmas, but if you were away celebrating Christmas with your family, then little Chan would be away with his dad too after that.

It was possible to squeeze a little time to meet you, but he could only meet you for only a moment before he had to go back on tour again.

He called you when everything got too overwhelming, and you would soothe him down with your words, promised him that you were patiently waiting for him to come back, and didn't forget to emphasize that everything he did, didn’t go in vain, it will be worth it at the end.

"I miss you so much," he sighed.

You heard the weariness in his voice, "I miss you too," you said back.

"Is little Chan sleeping?" He asked.

"Yeah, he's sleeping next to me," you answered.

"What happened?"                                           

"Nothing, he wants to sleep with me tonight," you replied as you stared at little Chan sleeping next to you on the bed.

"Me too," Chan whined, "I want to sleep next to you too,"

You chuckled at the phone but quickly shut yourself up, scared that you will wake little Chan up.

"Then come home, we'll cuddle you all night," you teased.

Chan smiled, not only at the promise of cuddles, but at the words "come home", like he was being anticipated, waited, wanted at your home, like he has that level of importance to be that person.

"I will come home soon," he finally responded with a delightful smile.

"I can't wait," you said to him, also smiling from ear to ear at his sweet promise.

Chan purposely didn't tell you that he would come home at the end of the weekend. He wanted to surprise you, see your face lit up with your bright smiles as he had imagined in his head.

He rang your doorbell, waiting in giddy for you to open the door, and held the urge to enter the passcode then stomped inside.

The door clicked then swung open, realized that it was him behind the door, your face that was once calm turned bright with every passing second.

You threw yourself at him and hugged him so tight to prove that he's not just fragments of your imagination.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked him with your face buried in his chest.

"I want to surprise you!" He said then tilted your head up with his hand, smiling before pressing his mouth on you.

With a hand on the back of your head, he angled your head to deepen the kiss and you gave him a proper welcome home by opening your mouth to him.

He sighed the second he broke the kiss with his eyes still closed, still couldn't believe that he came home to you.

You pressed your heads together, relishing the sweet moment of the long-awaited reunion with smiles plastered on both of your faces.

He placed more pecks on your face to finally realize that both of you had been standing on the threshold for far too long.

"Is little Chan sleeping?" He asked.

You shook your head, "he's still playing in the living room," you answered.

You pulled him inside by his hand, "Channie, look who comes home!" You announced as you stepped further inside to where little Chan was playing with his toy car on the sofa.

He got stunned for a moment to realize it was Chan who came home and stumbled to climb down the sofa to run and hugged him.

Chan scooped him into his arms and held him close, you smiled witnessing the adorable moment.

You put your hands around them both and rested your head on the side of his arm, looking at both Chan and little Chan smiled at you.

"Welcome home!" You muttered to him.

And this is home for Chan.

For he could feel how much he was welcomed not only to the house but also to your embrace, he could lay off everything, forget about the hardship of life and just rest his soul.

The three of you sitting on the sofa together as Chan started giving out his Christmas presents for you and little Chan.

The first one was for little Chan, it was a playing tent that he promised to build together with little Chan together in his bedroom tomorrow.

And one big box for you that he handed to you with a sly smile.

"A big box for mommy," he said to you.

He watched in anticipation as you untied the bow then opened the box, cracked a smile the moment you knew what he gifted you.

"This is… a lot of nightdresses," you said to him as you traced the silky and lacey fabric of the nightdresses in various colors from dark to soft pastel colors.

"With one condition," he said to you.

"Wear it only when I'm around,"

You grinned at him and nodded, "Duly noted!" You responded.

"Thank you," you leaned in to give him a thank-you kiss on the lips.

Little Chan giggled when he caught you kissing him, and you acted surprised at him, "mommy kiss the wrong Chan," you joked then kissed him on the cheek.

"We actually have something for you too," you informed him.

He tipped his head to the side, and suddenly got intrigued by what you were about to gift him.

You went to your bedroom and brought something with you when you came back to the sofa, "please open it!" You said with a giddy smile.

Chan couldn't wait to find out what was inside as well, he hastily tore open the wrapping paper and then opened the box to find a piece of clothing he likes the most: a black hooded sweater.

You laughed even though you were anxious from the inside that he wouldn't like it, "please don't be disappointed, the gift doesn't end there!" You promised him.

You took little Chan to his bedroom and a while later, you came back with him dressed like the way Chan usually dressed, in a black hoodie and short pants in dark color.

The hoodie was the exact same one you gifted him.

Chan burst out laughing looking at little Chan dressed exactly like him, he got teary from laughing and exclaiming.

"Oh my God!" He panted, running out of breath from laughing.

He hugged little Chan and laughed again that he looked exactly like him, you laughed along because it was both funny and adorable at once.

You told Chan to put on the hoodie you gifted him and took a lot of pictures of them together in matching clothes.

"I told you that I need to take pictures of two Chans," you said once you were done taking countless of their picture together.

He pulled you to sit next to them and he took pictures on his phone to commemorate the greatest Christmas gift he ever got.

Chan volunteered to put little Chan to sleep because he kept yawning when he got his pictures taken and read him the bedtime story that he likes even though he noticed that he got new storybooks on the pile.

He smiled when he realized that his favorite plushie now is wolfchan, the way he hugged the wolf plushie as he sleeps in his crib made him couldn't stop smiling.

You suddenly came behind him, putting your hands around his waist with your chin pressed on his shoulder, "what are you smiling about?" You asked him.

He put a hand on yours on his waist, "everything," he answered.

You placed a kiss on his back shoulder against the fabric of his black t-shirt and caught the musky scent of him that you had no idea you missed so much.

"But mostly because wolfchan is his favorite plushie now," he said to you.

You softly chuckled, "he has been calling me mommy shark lately,"

Chan softy laughed then turned around to face you, held you properly with his hands wrapped around you, "I'm so happy to be home," he said to you.

Then he noticed that you were wearing the nightdress he gifted you earlier, the one in black color.

"Are you hinting at something or what?" He asked you with an eyebrow raised.

Without warning, he lifted you off the floor and made you gasp out loud but thankfully not loud enough to wake little Chan up.

He carried you to the bedroom and then roughly crashed both of your bodies onto the bed. Chan didn't waste time kissing you, kissing you so hard that you had a hard time keeping up with him, barely got any break to catch a breath that you had to push his chest to put a little space between you.

"Calm down," you said while half-laughing.

Chan grinned at you then kissed your lips, "how can I calm down when you're looking like this," he said with a hand slipped under the hem of your nightdress.

You held his face with your hands, your thumb traced the exhaustion drawn under his eyes, "you must be tired," you said to him.

To be honest, yes, he was extremely tired but all that magically disappeared once he met you and little Chan.

"You worked so hard," you said with a proud smile at him, your hand went down to his neck and gently massaged him.

"I've been thinking of something," he said to you.

He didn't even know if you were ready to hear the thing he was about to tell you, he stalled by laying next to you on the bed with your body lying on the side facing you.

"What is it?" You asked, also turning your head on your pillow to look at him.

He hesitated, he was ready to talk about it, but he was scared of what your reaction would be.

He stalled again by cupping your jaw, kissing your lips so softly, rubbed your arm then rested his hand on the curve of your waist.

You lay your hand flat on his chest, "You can always tell me everything, Chan," you assured him.

"I love you," he blurted out.

"And I think you already know that by now," he added.

"I love you too," you undoubtedly said back to him.

It sounded so natural, rolled out of your tongue just like you had said it to him a hundred times already.

You smiled and pulled him by the neck to kiss him, when he did though you pulled him for more he quickly stopped you, then lay back down on the bed.

"What's wrong?" You asked in slight concern.

"I haven't done talking," he said.

"Okay," you responded, putting all of your attention to what he was about to say to you.

"We've been together for almost a year now and I know that it's too early for me to ask you this but, I trust you with all my life and I hope you trust me too," he began.

This sounded so serious that you got a little nervous, "what is it?" You asked again as your heart raced inside.

He caressed the side of your face then his hand went lower to your chest, "I've been thinking a lot, about having my own family then you said that marriage isn't something we should take lightly," he continued.

"Yes," you stifled a nod as you said it.

"It's not that I want to skip that part but I think we need more time for that," he said.

"Chan please, I'm getting anxious here," you told him, fisting his t-shirt in your hand.

He softly smiled then put his hand on your stomach, "I'm thinking of having a baby with you," he finally popped the question.

You sighed, glad that the question wasn't something that turned out negative.

"I can't find no one more perfect to be a mother of my child but you," he sincerely said, he placed a hand on your stomach, "let's have a baby together,"

Your heart palpitations, the question took you by surprise but in a good way, you felt overjoyed hearing such a request but then again, this wasn't a decision that one person could take and it takes mutual commitments.

Knowing that Chan is mature beyond his age, you believed he had been thinking about it so many times to finally come up to you and asked you about it.

He made that decision himself after giving it a good thought, not out of whim or pressure.

"I believed you had been thinking over for a few times but Chan, what about your career? What about everything else that comes with it?" You asked, you just wanted to make sure if he meant it.

"You don't have to worry about all that, I'm the only one responsible for it. I know very well what it will do to my career, but please, put your trust in me," he answered.

"I don't want you to sacrifice all that just for me. We can always have a child later," you convinced him.

"Are you saying no?" he asked with sad eyes.

You quickly shook your head, "No, you know that I want another child," you innocently replied.

"So, you're saying yes?"

You smiled at him, "let's not get ahead of ourselves here," you said to him.

You took his hand and clasped it together with yours, "have you thought about everything? We are talking about raising a child together here, Chan. It's not that I doubt you, I trust you with all my life but I just need to make sure that you are in it because you genuinely want it," you explained.

"I want it. I want to have a child with you," he boldly stated.

"But what about you?" He asked back.

"What about me?"

"I should be the one asking you if you also genuinely want it," he said, "you are the one who will be carrying our child for 9 months and give birth. I don't want you to get through that just because I selfishly asked you for it," he sadly said.

You always knew he was empathetic like that, so lucky that you find such a rare breed of man.

"I might need a little bit more time but yes, I do want it," you honestly answered.

Chan smiled so wide that his dimples sunken deep on his cheeks, "so it's a yes yes?" He asked for confirmation.

You sheepishly nodded, "yes,"

He hastily kissed your lips, "I'm so happy," he said to you.

He dragged you closer to the bed and held you, not willing to let go even just for a mere second.

"I can't wait to make a family with you," he muttered to you.

Then he realized something and quickly looked at you, "Not that I don't think of little Chan as my own child I-"

You shut him up with a kiss, "you know what makes me sure to have a child with you?" You asked him.

"What?"

"I know that you fell in love with little Chan first before you fell in love with me," you told him.

"I'm always grateful for the way you treated him like your own son," you added with a sweet smile.

He let out a dreamy sigh, feeling so contented with all the good things that happened that day that he wondered if he deserved all these blessings.

He hugged you because he didn't know how to convey it with words.

"That's also why I'm so sure you'd make a great dad for our child later," you said.

Chan probably would never stop blushing whenever he hears the word 'our child' for he has always been dreaming of what you and his child would be, regardless of gender, he would love them because they'll be a love child of yours together.

"Should we start making babies now?" He suddenly asked you as his hand made its way between your thighs.

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casual rondevoux

pairing: yeonjun x reader synopsis: @planetdream knows the way to my heart!! no thoughts except hard dom yeonjun <3 warnings: pwp, hard dom!yeonjun (use of the petnames ‘sir’, ‘kitten’, and ‘baby’), gn!reader, edging / orgasm control, use of vibrator, oral (giving), spanking, fingering and praise. light aftercare, but not as much as i would like if this wasn’t fiction ( •̀ㅅ•́ )!! word count: 2.1k

"I want you to take this off."

"Oh?" You batted your eyelashes at the man sat beside you, you gasp mockingly and smirk at his impatience, "On our first date?"

You met Yeonjun a couple years ago at a college house party; it was, in retrospect, the worst party of the year. It was held in the same basement the host ran his weekly D&D campaign, ripe with the overwhelming stench of cheap aftershave, and with nothing to drink except watered-down beer. Still, you were grateful your friend dragged you along. Since hooking up with Yeonjun at that party, you both agreed to a sort of ‘situationship’: when you were both in town, you would hook up.

Quickies, role-play, hour-long sessions. No matter how many times you both met up, neither of you really knew what to expect; maybe that was why the bag he brought to your apartment tonight excited you so much.

Despite how long you had both maintained this arrangement, you realised earlier this week that you had never been on a date before now. Supposedly, that was the reason you both decided to treat tonight― a seemingly casual rondevoux― as your first date.

"We can say our first date was the last time we fucked, if it makes you feel any better." He chuckles, pouring more red wine for you, and then himself.

"I would hardly call your dance studio a suitable date location, but okay this is our second date." You nodded, slowly, playing along― as you admired your lanky friend, and the way his frame was complemented by his black suit. "I suppose that's fine then." You move, teasingly, to discard your sundress, revealing your naked body.

After hearing the sharp inhalation of breath caught in his throat, you felt grateful that you had followed Yeonjun’s command to wear nothing underneath. Moving so close that you could feel the heat of his skin, and the throb of his cock beneath his clothes, Yeonjun stood from the sofa, and bent to trail his lips along the back of your neck.

"Hm, you spent all evening wearing just that dress and nothing else? What sort of punishment do you think you deserve for that?" He whispered in your ear, as he traced his hand across your hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"You told me not to wear any underwear." You protested, softly.

"I did," Yeonjun replied. "I wanted to see if you would obey me."

"And if I hadn't?"

"Then I would have punished you for your disobedience."

"So, I was going to be punished, regardless." You chuckled.

"Isn't that why we're here?" With his free hand, the other occupied with the caressing of your body, he lightly feathers his slender fingers around your throat. You think this must be how prey of the python feel as the poor thing becomes constricted.

"Yes, Sir," The words, which you had only ever read on a page or screen, came without hesitation and filled the space, charging the air with a new, visceral energy.

Yeonjun grabbed your wrist with an assertive firmness, and suddenly the anticipation broke like a dam inside you. Rendering you helpless, he sat down on the end of the bed and turned you over his knee with swift and sudden force. He planted his hand in the small of your back, pinning you in place, as he shifted to raise your ass so it was exposed across his lap. He raised his other hand and spanked you, pausing to admire the rosy fan imprinted across your skin.

Although the sting of his palm assured him that you must have been in pain, you didn't cry out. Rather, the slaps were punctuated with your muted gasps and moans.

As he finally paused to admire the way his scalding hand-prints had merged, you twitched involuntarily, thighs clenched, and he lifted one knee to splay your legs apart, delving his fingers into your drenched heat.

"Do you like that, baby?" He cooed.

"Oh God, yes," Your voice rose, only letting out a harsh whine when he withdrew his fingers to deliver another hard slap to your ass.

Yeonjun halted, "Yes, what?"

"Y- Yes, Sir." The two words rushed out in a long, whimpering gasp.

"Better," Yeonjun said― his smirk was audible, "But not good enough. I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much, kitten.”

You felt Yeonjun momentarily shuffle to reach over, turning back to you with a vibrator from his bag. After light preperation, he slowly guided the toy inside you and turned it on; immediately, you were overwhelmed with the conflictingly torturous pleasure of being edged by Yeonjun. The low setting amplified by your body's lust and hormones that took you to intoxicating heights of pleasure and desire in minutes, and your body wanted to cum. Your body needed to cum. Your body was absolutely screaming at you to give in to it and let it explode― but it wasn't your orgasm to have: It belonged to Yeonjun.

"Sir, I- I'm getting close," You panted, looking up at Yeonjun from where you knelt. You had both played this game so many times during your situationship, you should have known what to expect. Still, the hunger and desire written on Yeonjun's face hit you at once. Shivers rippled over your skin, colliding like a weather front with the hot pressure building in your sex: clenching and throbbing hard as the toy rushes you closer to your orgasm. "Sir! I'm-"

"Not yet," he warned you. Nodding and shaking with frustration, you obediently tried to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure.

Spanning your waist with his free hand, Yeonjun moved you forwards and back; all you could do was twist beneath his grip, trying to regain enough momentum to chase the orgasm you craved.

"I said, not yet," he growled and, while the sting of another spank made you judder with a lightning streak of smarting arousal, you stopped squirming immediately, allowing him to set the pace.

While he teasingly took the toy out of you, abandoning it back into his bag, beads of fluid dripped down your shaking thighs, and your body pulled at your will-power to resist giving out completely: Deep breaths. Force your muscles to relax. Uncurl your toes one at a time, keep your thighs from pressing together, and focus on anything but how fucking hard you just came.

"Good," Yeonjun purred, approvingly. "Now on your knees, and open your mouth, kitten."

You obediently crawled to your knees, as he spread his legs on your plush sofa. As you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue as Yeonjun slowly took off his belt, unzipped and pulled down his trousers and boxers, just enough to pull out his cock.

"Focus on keeping your mouth open so I can fuck your pretty little throat." He instructed, licking his lips as he started slowly stroking himself in front of your face.

Before you could do anything more than nod in compliance, Yeonjun slaps your soft cheek with his hard dick before guiding it into your drooling mouth. The second his throbbing cock touched your tongue, his plans to tease you flew out the window.

Forming a fist around the base, you lowered your mouth to the glistening head, cupping your lips and curling your tongue to rasp against the sensitive skin. You worked your way slowly down the column until the top half was enveloped, swallowing the tip deep into your throat, lifting then dipping your head again, loosening your hand each time to stretch your mouth and absorb his length. Yeonjun watched, almost hypnotised as beads of sweat illuminated his skin with a pearlescent sheen. Your jaw muscles rippled as you fought to maintain some control over yourself.

“Fuck…,” Yeonjun gasped, his hips bucking wildly. He rested his hands on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Yeonjun's writhing body seemed delighted by your eagerness, and you hummed softly, the vibrations doing fantastic things to Yeonjun's cock.

Yeonjun's orgasm snuck up on him. One moment, he was riding sexual waves of pleasure, and the next he was mid-orgasm, seemingly without any transition. He screamed, body tensing to a statue while your mouth went into overdrive and all the feelings you had built up over days and weeks finally came to a peak. The sense of power and feeling of control, the physical pleasure he felt and emotional excitement from hurting you, all the nervousness that had morphed into confidence and acceptance, it all seemed to come together inside him.

Slowly and languidly, Yeonjun crawled back down to join you, who looked like you couldn't be happier with how thoroughly fucked out you looked.

“Time to focus on you now, kitten." Yeonjun whispered deeply, practically a growl, "You deserve it so much, but you know I don't let you cum just because you deserve it. No, I'm going to make you cum right now because I want to watch you cum, and for no other reason. Got it?"

He propped himself up on one arm, looking forcefully into your wide eyes as you nodded.

"Did you want to stop, baby?" Yeonjun asked, to which you hastily shook your head.

“Words, kitten. Or have I fucked my baby dumb already?”

“Please don’t s- stop, Yeonjun. I need you, Sir-” You beg, bucking your hips desperately as if to prove your point. He halted your movements, and gathered your wetness onto himself, spreading it around his cock, as you spread your shaking legs wider.

"Good, because I wasn't kidding. I do want to watch your face while you cum." Yeonjun didn't rush you. Knowing how sensitive and wound up you were, he kept his stimulation steady, so you could enjoy the buildup as much as possible.

"Fuck, please― I-" You begged, although for what you were begging for was unknown.

He seized your hips, hard enough to leave subtle bruises that you would admire later, and eased his cock slowly inside you, controlling the rock of his pelvis and feeling your muscles ripple along his shaft in time with the spasms which charged your body, pushing you urgently against him.

"Yeonjun, please," You wailed and he tilted your hips, penetrating you deeper than you had thought possible, pounding back and forth in fierce, relentless strokes.

It was nice getting to watch the tapestry of pleasure build across your face and feel it in your body, taking it easy while the feelings you had put off thinking about caught up with you. Your legs suddenly snapped straight out to the sides. "I- I'm so close already, Sir- can I cum? Please can I cum?"

"Yes, baby― cum for me, be good for me. Cum as much as you want." He knew you would be instinctively trying to keep the orgasm at bay, your body not quite believing yet that it was allowed to tip over after the weeks of edging and denial, so Yeonjun kept up reassuring you: whispering the instruction to cum for him in your ear again and again, until a huge burst of wetness damped the sofa, and your body shook.

"Cum for me, now (Y/n)," he said and the word shattered the rigid set of your body into a frenzy of voluptuous tremors which spiralled into your core, clamping his cock in a tight hold as you rode the tsunami of your climax.

He gazed down at the soft skin of your arse, grinding against his pelvic bone with mindless, wanton friction, and the throbbing in his groin rose to new and uncontrollable heights. Wracked by blissful, orgasmic intensity, you collapsed onto the sofa and Yeonjun covered your body with his, pressing you down with his weight. Fucking you through his own orgasm. "That's it, so good for me… Fuck, you're so beautiful. H- Holy shit."

"You're so perfect, baby," Yeonjun said, feeling like the words weren't anywhere near enough to express what had just happened, and he had hoped nuzzling close into you would do something to communicate more. You hugged him back, as you slowly rocked each other back and forth.

Yeonjun's eyes felt heavy, wrapped up in their joint warmth and blissed out on lingering post orgasm pleasure. His body was light and his bed felt like a cloud you could both have drifted away on. While you basked in the feeling of release, body shaking as you pant, Yeonjun lifted you into his arms; your soft giggle tickled his ears. He pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” Yeonjun whispered; ensuring first that you had slowly drifted off to sleep, his tenderness engulfing you completely.

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Ah excuse me you guys are welcomed at my funeral after reading such a bomb ass fic

earned it - park seonghwa

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warnings: bdsm, impact play, choking, gagging, blindfolding, bondage, wax play, degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), brat reader, brat tamer ! hwa, sugar daddy ! hwa, 50 shades but it’s seonghwa, face slapping ? nipple play, nipple clamps

wc : 4k

a/n: since the song is for 50 shades, i based this off that one scene in 50 shades :) also, seonghwa has a sensitive chest. it’s his erogenous zone <33 or so i have decided that for this fic >:) this might be bad idk

- installment I of the starboy x ateez series

being affiliated with park seonghwa had it’s fair share of perks. being spoiled with gifts being one of them. he wasted no expense over you, making sure that you had the prettiest things to wear even if you didn’t want them. he was generous towards you, contrary to how the papers portrayed him. “ceo of park enterprises, park seonghwa slams wallstreet for false counts of defamation” he was a controversial man to say the least, so you tried to avoid him just a tiny bit when you first met him. what if he really was committing tax fraud ?

but slowly you learned that ceo of park enterprises, park seonghwa was nothing but a kind and humble man, honest to his word and gave great dick. (also, he isn’t a tax evader, after all.) seonghwa had special tastes in the bedroom. it shocked you when you first found out, sending your brain into a frenzy at the thought of how someone could derive so much pleasure from hurting others. but as you slowly fell into his web of blindfolds, leather whips and paddles, you understood. soon, the pain he delivered to your body was no longer painful, but pleasurable and only made you scream louder for him.

you walked towards the kitchen counter, grabbing your phone - he bought that for you too. you dialed his number, hoping he’d pick up since it was literally 3 am and you couldn’t get your thoughts away from him. after three rings, the call picked up. “i love when you call unexpected.” he chuckled through the line. you smiled at his voice, happy to hear it again after spending a week without each other. “how are you, hwa ? i hope i didn’t wake you up.” you spoke. you heard a gulp through the line, figured that he was probably drinking from the chardonnay he loved. “no, you didn’t. i’m just working over a couple documents right now. is there anything you needed, sweetheart ?” he asked.

‘sweetheart’ your heart beat faster at the nickname, loving the way that he only addressed you like this. “i want you.” you breathed out, unable to get the words past your lips without difficulty. the line went silent from the other end, causing panic in your body for just a split second. “come over. you know the password to the gate.” with that, the blood in your veins set afire again. grabbing your keys and phone, you dashed out to the front of your house, quickly getting in the car- that he had also gifted you on your birthday- and leaving the apartment complex you lived in.

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the drive to the extravagant mansion was slightly long, he lived deep within the hills, surrounded by greenery and quiet; a place where one could never be disturbed. you drove over the gravel, making a satisfyingly crunchy noise that you loved. approaching the gate, it opened on it’s own once you punched the numbers in; the code was yours and his birth dates put together. you parked your car in front of the grand fountain in front of his home, carefully stepping out.

the size of his home was a reminder of who he was. an extravagant affair of infinity pools, french doors, marble pillars and stone gargoyles that sat at the mouth of the roof. shakily, you pressed the doorbell. you had expected the housekeeper to answer the door but it was seonghwa himself, clad in cream colored silk pajama pants and no shirt. “my dear, y/n.” he cooed as he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his grand foyer. “you look as stunning as ever.” he praised. seonghwa’s words had always affected you so greatly, immediately making you swoon as to how much love he showered you with. “thank you, hwa.” you replied with an honest smile playing over your lips.

he lead you into his kitchen, taking out a tub of häagen-dazs, he grabbed two spoons. “do you want bourbon with it ?” he asked. you nodded, knowing that you’d need to be more than tipsy for later on. “caramel ?” he asked, you shook your head no, deciding that adding caramel would be far more sweeter than you’d like. seonghwa took a seat in the island chair next to you, grabbing your thigh and pulling you closer. a coy smile played at your lips, staring at him with mischief in your eyes. you’re not sure where the audacity came from, but you grabbed the cold spoon full of ice cream, running it down the mans chest. the cool dessert melted on his warm chest, dripping down his chest immediately.

a shiver ran up seonghwa’s, a sigh escaping his lips. “y/n- you’re making me regret telling you.” he responded. but you ignored his words, the bourbon in your veins making you bolder than usual. you leaned down towards his chest, licking up his chest. “hwa..” you giggled. staring up at him with doe eyes, you made him groan. “y/n…” he groaned. you licked the melted dessert off his chest, cleaning him up just as though nothing had happened at all. if licking ice cream off park seonghwa’s erogenous zone was bad, imagine how he’d feel when you tried to suck marks onto his che-

a hand gripped your hair, pulling you up roughly. “you’ve got a lot of nerve, sweetheart.” he growled. you flashed a catty smile at him, completely careless of how he was going to treat you later. “you’re cute when you’re angry, hwa.” a part of him liked this. he wanted a challenge and you giving him one made his dick throb. “you’re gonna regret acting out, doll.” he commented. your answer was sharp, revolting against him. “am i, though ? i win in this either way, don’t i ?” you ran a finger down his chest again, visibly seeing him tense up more than he wanted to.

you wanted to rile seonghwa up as much as you could, wanting him to unleash his fits of anger on you more than normal. you’re asking for this, in fact you’re begging.

“come on, hwa. show me what you can do, baby boy.”

a shiver ran up his spine, somehow liking the idea of being under you. “shut up.” he spat, pulling your hair a bit tighter, burning your scalp as he slammed his lips against yours. the kiss was hungry, neat but rough and passionate; he was a fantastic kisser. “slut.” he whispered against your lips. lifting you onto his lap, seonghwa carried you both out the kitchen and down the hall to a room that none of you usually spoke of. the red room, or as you liked to make fun of him for his corniness, “jungle gym for kinky money laundering ceo’s.” seonghwa threw you onto the bed, looking down at you, cock throbbing in his pants. you tried to scurry away, reaching back towards the headboard, but he grabbed your ankle.

“where do you think you’re going ?” he asked. you shook your head, “nowhere, sir.” you giggled.

seonghwa stared at you with disdain and pride all at once, but mostly disdain. he wanted you to submit to him.. “come here.” he said to you while curling his fingers in a come-hither motion. you shook your head,

“why don’t you come and get me ?”

you saw seonghwa’s nostrils flare and veins bulge; your words clearly pissing him off. “y/n. now.” he snapped, but you didn’t wanna listen. the power to piss him off made you high off of it, and only made you want to do it more. but there can only be an extent of brattiness in you..

seonghwa crawled over the bed towards you, bold and fast. his hands grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. “why are you being such a bad girl, today ?” he asked. your answer annoyed him even further, “because.” you quipped. a hand landed on your throat, squeezing until your eyes rolled into the back of your head. you almost regretted irritating him. almost.

when he loosened the grip on your neck, you sputtered over your words, trying to catch your breath. “is that all you go-” a slap landed on your cheek. it wasn’t too hard, but it was enough to leave some faint stinging on your cheek.

“you’re being so fucking mouthy today, aren’t you ?” you wanted to blame it on the alcohol. say that you acting out was just a little gimmick to piss him off, and it sort of was. you wanted him to treat you more harshly than usual. at this hour of the night, you doubt he would lift a finger on you. hence, the idea of making him angry enough to use you like a stupid slut made you go insane.

“what do you want from me, sweetheart ?” he asked. his voice is sincere and so much calmer than before. it melted your insides like hot lava, dripping down your eardrums like sweet honey. “tell me what you want..” he said once more. you sputtered, breath hitching in your throat as you found it more difficult to find yourself again. “just wan- just wanna be used..” you gasped. seonghwa didn’t waste any time. diving straight for your neck as he pinned your arms above your head. “you need to be more verbal with me. you know how important communication is in this.” he mumbled against your neck, laying kiss after kiss on your neck.

“ ‘m sorry, sir.” you whined back. the atmosphere changed as you submitted to him finally, knowing that he’d give you what you want now. “just be good.” he commanded. you sunk your nails into his back as he teethed at the skin on your neck, forming marks that would stay there for days. “s-sir..” you whined, fully immersed in the pleasure his lips alone provided you. he hummed in response, shushing you so you could enjoy the soft treatment; which would turn quite the opposite later on into the night.

seonghwa moved away from you after a moment, kissing you softly one more time before he left your line of sight. “i’ll be back, sweetheart.” he whispered. after no more than two minutes, your lover returned with an array of all kinds of toys, from a gag to a leather paddle.

“this is what you want from me tonight, right ?” he asked

you stared at the pink nipple clips in awe, absolutely astonished that he had purchased these for you. “y-yes, sir.” you stuttered, needing him to use all the toys on you now.

seonghwa stepped forward, bringing out a silk blindfold that he carefully tied behind your head. “you talk too much”, he whispered in your ear. “i can think of better ways to use that mouth.”

you couldn’t see his face but you were sure he wasn’t the slightest bit sorry to do this to you. a silk cloth was fastened across your mouth, leaving you unable to speak. “you’re gonna be a good girl for me now, right ?” he asked. you tried to speak around the gag, looking dumber than you thought you would and seonghwa ate it up.

“aw, is she trying to speak despite having a gag in her mouth ? what a stupid fucking slut.” he spat, tone switching from sweet to venomous within seconds.

next was the thin red rope he had bought just for you, looping it around your wrists and to the bed posts. your ankles were next; he placed soft kisses on the side of your knee, making you jolt at the touch.

“i hope you don’t cry too much after this. i think i’d feel a tiny bit sorry.” he mumbled.

you had no response, knowing he wouldn’t want you to talk with a gag in your mouth anyway. with your ankles and wrists tied to each bed post, your voice silenced and eyes blind, you were susceptible to any of seonghwa’s actions. your body formed goosebumps as he touched you once more. his fingers were ice cold compared to your body’s temperature.

there wasn’t much feeling other than the sounds of your heavy, erratic breathing and seonghwa moving around to grab things. you heard the clinking of chains, unsure of whatever this item was. soon, you feel two fingers reach for your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he kisses the other one. you gasped around the gag, finding it difficult to not be able to bury your fingers into his hair.

“h-hwa..” you try to speak over the gag, finding pleasure in the way he stimulated your perked up buds further. you felt a cool metal against your nippled, clamping against it until it almost stung. you let out a loud yelp, jolting as seonghwa clamped your other nipple as well.

you could barely move, trying to leave his touch as it became too much. “sir, please !” you cried, words still jumbled from the ball gag. you couldn’t only wriggle around pathetically, hardly even getting anywhere until the familiar lash of the paddle struck your stomach.

“stop fucking moving.” he spat. tears seeped down your eyes as you became more aware of your surroundings. “please..” you begged. you weren’t really sure what you begged for but you didn’t have much more to say to the raven haired man. a second lash landed right on the side of your chest, stinging as you tried to fight the restraints.

“you were gonna be good for me, yeah ?” you nodded your head, so ashamed of what you had become in front of him.

“i’m gonna give you 10. after ten, i’m gonna use the candles. is that alright ?” you nodded your head, knowing that he was waiting for a quick response before his temper struck again. “alright now, i’ll try to be gentle, okay ?”

seonghwa was anything but gentle. the lashes you faced on your body from the brown leather paddle were nothing but painful. they stung and you cried out each time, skin hot and burning as your tears soaked the blindfold. you could hear him chuckling above you as you jolted in pain each time he ran a light touch over the red marks.

“you’re so pretty when you cry.” he giggled, almost maniacally. you could hear the smile in his voice, knowing that having you as disheveled as he did pleased him beyond words. the pain from the harsh impact from earlier stung, but seonghwa did his best to fix it up, leaning down and pressing his soft lips against the welted skin. “such a bad girl.” he whispered. his hands were gripping your torso closer to his face, letting him feel your skin against his. you couldn’t speak much due to the gag, but seonghwa didn’t mind as much; there’ll be plenty of time to hear your pretty noises later.

he placed kisses against your stomach, reveling in the taste of your skin. “y/n, my love.. you’re so dangerous.” seonghwa whined. you were unsure where these words came from considering he had you tied up, and not the other way around. pulling away from you for just a moment, the raven haired man returned with a red candle, ignited, as the flame licked the thick, hot air. you gasped as you felt a burning sensation on the tops of your thighs. red liquid hardening instantly as it came in contact with your skin. seonghwa pulled the gag away from your mouth.

“scream for me.” he commanded, while dripping the wax across your body.

you liked it. you liked how sadistic your lover was, how his cock probably hardened at the thought of you being in pain because of him. “sir !” you cried as he stuffed a toy in between your folds, with little warning. it wasn’t all that big, but the stimulation from it vibrating inside you sent you reeling, combined with the clamps on your nipples and dripping wax, no sight..

you were a mess. unable to go anywhere and completely at his disposal. “you’re pretty..” he growled.

kissing your lips and trailing down to leave marks on your collarbones once more. “can’t believe i have such a good whore like you.”

seonghwa left your head dizzy, unable to register anything. the stimulation and love he provided you with left your eyes seeing white. you wondered how a meeting at the hardware store could result in this; a life of designer bags, exotic trips and dick like you've never had before. seonghwa was a diamond in the rough.

his groaned in satisfaction as he felt your slick against his thigh. “so, so wet for me, aren’t you ?” he questioned. you nodded your head, screaming about how his simple touch ignited a pool inside you. the wax from before had long since dried, left with only the cracking wax. you needed him, needed him to stuff you full before you went crazy.

“sir, inside. please.” you begged. “i want y- your cock. please.” you couldn’t show him your teary eyes but the patch of wetness on the blindfold was enough to let him know your condition. but he was cruel, he shook his head no.

“no, thanks doll. i wanna have my fun first.” your blood ran cold as he leaned down, settling between your thighs. he pried them apart with strength, making you gush more than before. “you’re gonna take what i give you, right ?” he asked.

“yes, sir.” you responded to him, knowing that anything different would make a ticking time bomb like him explode.

seonghwa’s hold on your thighs was strong as iron, pulling them apart as his tongue dove straight into you. his tongue traced your most sensitive parts, unrelenting and unkind to how sensitive you already were. the pink muscle worked magic on your body, making you wriggle in place, trying to leave the wrath it provided you.

“sir- sir please- it’s too much !” but hwa pulled away for only a moment, slapping your thigh and he looked at your dumb, crying wet face. “stop fucking moving.” he commanded, anger clear in his voice.

you cried as he dove right back in, tears streaming down your cheek as you found it even more difficult to take his actions. he sucked on your clit, groaning into your cunt. your taste was like an elixir of immortality to him, rejuvenating his soul. he could spend an eternity between your thighs, drinking from you like this.

“you always taste so good.” he groaned, the vibrations going right to the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. your orgasm was approaching you faster and faster, leaving no stone unturned as it hit you with full force. you cried out loud, screaming for seonghwa. but he kept your hips pinned to the bed, continuing to eat your cunt out like a mad man.

his arms locked around your legs as he held your hips up directly to his mouth. seonghwa’s tongue continued to unleash magic onto your cunt. you were unable to stop moving, wriggling and thrashing in his hold as you dug your heel into his back.

“hwa ! ‘s too much !” you begged, but he didn’t stop until the second orgasm came along, wetting his chin even further. you swore you saw white lights at this point, unable to make sense of anything.

he moved away from your thighs, licking up the last of your juices off your cunt. seonghwa moved up your body, kissing your lips fervently. he pulled the blindfold away from your eyes, finally allowing you to see clearly. you blinked a couple times to adjust to the dim lighting of the room, finally seeing your seonghwa in his glory. sweat coated his skin as some strands stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were rosy and suddenly he didn’t seem like the cold hearted man you had met months ago.

you could taste yourself on his tongue, moaning against his lips. mustering the courage to say something to him, you pulled away from his lips for just a second. but he just dove into your neck instead, kissing the skin that had already been littered with purple marks.

“i love you.” you confessed to him.

he paused in his actions, and for a moment you were terrified that he might just leave you like this. he pulled away from your face, looking at you with wonder and confusion in his eyes. “you love me ?” his black eyes questioned you. you nodded, fighting the heat that grew up on your neck.

“i love you, seonghwa.” you confessed once more.

you wanted so badly to touch him but these restraints were getting more annoying as time went on. “can you please untie me ?” you asked him. but it seemed like he was still in a daze, staring at you with rosy cheeks. he stuttered over his words for a moment before nodding his head. “y-yeah. hold on.” seonghwa pulled the clamps off your nipples, letting the cold air touch your nipples. your wrists came in loose seconds, then your ankles. he rubbed the sore skin and kissed it softly, leaning up to look you in the eyes again. he hadn’t said it back and for just a moment you thought you had made things awkward. that he did not love you back and you were crazy for thinking so, but he kissed you back softly again.

cock slowly lining up with your entrance, he pushed in. he stuttered over his words as you squeezed around him. “i-i love you more, y/n.” the exchange was unusual for him, nobody had given him the privilege of feeling as loved as you had.

the atmosphere had flipped, gone from a wildfire to a tamed flame from a candle. seonghwa rocked his hips into your slowly, getting used to how good your cunt was. this wasn’t something that could ever get old for him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. your nails scratched down his back as he worked his hips against yours.

suddenly this wasn’t just sex, you two were making love. it was something he said he didn’t do but look at him now, fighting the urge to cum inside you. maybe it was your vice grip on his cock, or the rosy blush on his cheeks that made him cum just a little bit faster, emptying his load into you.

seonghwa’s thumb rubbed circles along your clit, ruthless still as he was determined to make you cum for him.

“come on, give another one.” he asked of you.

you came for him as asked, ending the night on a very light note. the orgasm was just as good as any other. you squeezed around him even tighter, making his hips stutter as he tried to ride out his orgasm. when seonghwa was done, he crashed next to you, pulling you deep into his embrace.

no words were exchanged any further that night, but the deep purple marks on your body, and the scratch marks on his back were enough to let anyone know how you felt about one another.

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DISTILLED.

Felix x reader. (s,f, a bit of angst)

Author's note: Breaking your trust issue (I created from Twin Flame) with this one!

Content warning: Mentions of smoking and alcohol as a way to cope with anxiety.

"Are you following me?"

You asked the guy who had been walking behind you since the moment you got out of the office right to where you were heading.

You recognized him as the new model in the company, he is gorgeous, of course. A slim face, sharp jaws, a button nose, and bleached blonde hair made him look like a fairy or an elf, or those beautiful mythical creatures in fantasy movies.

"Huh?" He pouted, or it seemed so to you cause his small lips were puckered, and his eyes widened at your question.

He pulled out his hands from his jacket pockets, "I'm actually on my way to the bar," he said, then pointed to the bar a few steps away from where you stood, the red neon sign flickered in the distance, which happened to be the place you were heading to.

Felix shrugged, then walked past you to the bar.

You weren't exactly being big-headed here by thinking you have someone stalked you, you were slightly concerned because who knows? Can't trust anyone these days.

You got into the bar and saw him already seated on one of the stools that faced the bar, you decided to sit on the opposite corner and ordered your drink.

When you got drunk enough, you stumbled on your way out and hugged yourself as you hailed a taxi.

Someone helped you get one, and it was him.

"I'm not following you," he quickly said, "just wanted to help," he added, then opened the taxi door for you.

You quickly got into the back of the taxi.

"Thanks," you muttered to him before closing the car door.

Funny thing is that wasn't the only time you met him in the bar, you met almost every night, after work.

It was either you came and saw him walk in, or he lifted his glass at you the moment he saw you coming to order your drink, him sitting in his usual spot next to a pool table and you in the corner of the bar drinking your liquor in silent.

You saw him talk to a few girls before, and you watched as he flirted with them but never saw him left with one, or maybe you didn’t watch long enough but at the end, you tried not to care so much.

And it became a habit, seeing each other in the bar, in the same place but not really together.

One night, he wasn't there and his stool was occupied by a stranger. Your liquor felt a little bitter that day and you wondered why?

You left early, walked out of the bar clutching your coat together to not let the cold seep in.

"You left early," someone said from behind you.

You looked over your shoulder and saw him, leaning against the wall next to the exit door, smoking a cigarette.

"The alcohol tastes weird today," you said to him with a soft smile, and that was odd because you didn't plan on it.

He tossed his cigarette butt on the concrete floor and stepped on it, "maybe we should start drinking together," he suggested, "I bet it will taste better,"

He stood there, waiting for your answer whether to come with him back inside the bar and drink with him or go home.

A taxi stopped by the side of the street and honked, "Taxi?" The driver asked.

You nodded.

"Maybe next time," you said to him, then got into the taxi.

He nodded and watched as you left with your taxi, leaving him alone outside the bar.

-

The next day at work, you accidentally met him in the lift, on your way down to the studio. A part of you was embarrassed about accusing him of stalking you once, and a part of you afraid that he would tell anyone at work about it, it was so awkward you wished you could shrink yourself into a microscopic size and not be seen by him.

You tried to avoid his eyes and looked away, it was so quiet inside the small chamber that you could hear the faintest sound of music playing through his headphones.

It was supposed to be a quick trip, but why did the lift work so damn slow that day, you just have no idea!

You glanced at him, and he was looking at you, his tongue poked the inside of his cheek with his mouth slightly parted open and hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

When the lift slid open, you immediately made your way out even though it was useless to avoid him since you'd be meeting him again for the photoshoot.

And worse, styling him yourself since you were the stylist.

Felix got out from the changing room and let you fix the clothes, pinned the part that need to be adjusted with some needle pins.

You styled him a few times already, but something about knowing each other’s secret made it feel a little bit uncomfortable.

"You didn't come to the bar last night," he said as you fixed the collar of his shirt.

In such proximity, you could see the freckles dusted both of his cheeks and on the bridge of his nose, how breathtaking it was, how beautiful!

You sighed to snap you out of the daze and adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, rolling it up to his elbow.

"I didn't feel well," you replied, a recollection of you curled up on the bed with your period cramps flashed through your mind.

"Are you going? Later?" He asked.

"No," you answered, you didn't even know if you wanted to go, but it was better to refuse, there are so many bars you could go to even if you decided to go. But it would be hard to find another bar where you can't bump into your coworkers or anyone else that you know.

"Too bad," he said, "I was hoping we can go together,"

It baffled you how his face didn't match his deep voice, sometimes you had to remind yourself it was really him talking to you.

You looked at the top button of his shirt, considering whether to let it open or not, you settled on the latter.

"Go to work!" You said to him and gently pushed him into the set.

You missed your bus home, or you saw it but decided not to get on it as you considered going to the bar, the temptation of having a few drinks and meeting him was hard to resist.

You eventually caved in, hailed a taxi to take you there.

You entered the bar, head snapped in the direction of his usual spot but didn't find him there. You laughed at yourself for being so disappointed not seeing him there, but since you were already there, you ordered a drink and sat on your usual corner, drinking your glass of liquor that burns the misery away.

"Can I sit here?" Someone asked.

You looked up and saw him, holding his drink, wearing a long-sleeved top that compliments his lean body.

"Sure," you answered.

He sat next to you, stretched out his legs in front of him, and reclined on his seat, "I can see why you like sitting here," he said.

It was the farthest booth in the bar where you could see the whole bar from there as you drink your alcohol.

"I know," you said.

As the night got late and the conversation flowed with every sip of drinks, ordered another when the glass magically drained by itself because of how much you talked to each other.

You got to learn more about him, that he's been modeling since he was a teenager, he had just come back from working out of the country, he was on a 3 months contract with your company and that he had been living with his ex-girlfriend since he hadn't got himself a place yet.

"Is that why you keep coming here?" You asked him, you didn't mean to shoot him that question but with the alcohol surging through your body, the filter in your head didn't work properly.

But Felix nodded then hissed when he tasted the bitter aftertaste of his alcohol.

"It's not easy looking for a place, I don't even know if I'll be staying long after the contract ends," he explained.

You played with your glass, watched as the ice on the bottom dissolved the longer you stared at it.

An idea went through your mind, "you know, actually, my roommate just moved out," you informed.

Felix's eyes widened, head tipped to the side, guessing where the conversation led this time.

"I've been looking for a roommate and haven't found one," you told him, then leaned forward on your seat.

"I mean if you're interested," you added.

Felix turned his head at you with his tongue poked the inside of his cheek again, "but I'm a guy," he said to you.

"Isn’t that obvious?" You asked him while rolling your eyes at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, "you don't mind having a guy roommate?"

"Well, you say it was only for a few months, so I don't really mind," you said with a shrug.

Maybe sober you wouldn't be this bold, but you never bothered having a male or female roommate in the first place, they were all the same to you.

Felix looked at you, and a smile slowly rose on his face, "I'd love that," he said.

He has an endearing smile, so warm, the kind that invited you to smile along with him, "I also kind of need the money," you quickly added.

He burst out laughing and almost spat his alcohol, "that's fair," he said to you

"Roommate?" You asked as you held your glass at him.

"Roommate," he said back, then clang his glass with you.

You collectively took sips of your alcohol with your eyes on each other.

-

Felix moved in at the end of the weekend.

His belongings weren't that much, just a few duffel bags and suitcases, you helped by dragging them to his bedroom that was once occupied by your best friend.

"I hope you don't mind sharing a bathroom with me!" You said as you dropped one of his bags on the bed.

"I don't mind at all!" He said, then put all of his suitcases to the corner of the room, then walked to open his duffel bag.

He rummaged inside and pulled out something, "I brought you something," he said.

You saw a bottle of liquor in his hand and grinned, "I like you already," you said to him.

You mixed the rum with cans of coke you have on the fridge, snacks scattered on the wooden table in the living room, sitting on the floor, and talking about random things.

"May I know who is your former roommate?" He asked out of pure curiosity.

You winced as you gulped your liquor, "A friend from college, we have lived together since the 2nd year of college," you answered.

"You must be really close," he said as he poured some coke into his glass.

You nodded, "so close to the point that I get so clingy to her," you admitted.

"Then why did she move out?"

"She moved in with her boyfriend because she got pregnant, so here I am," you answered, nursing your glass of liquor with a hand propped under your chin.

"Ah, I see," Felix exclaimed and gulped the last of his drink in one go.

You took a sip of your drink and laughed once you gulped it down your throat.

"I'm so drunk I can only taste the coke," you said to him.

Felix took a sip of your drink and laughed, "that's because it's only coke,"

You burst out laughing and finished your drink, "I think it's enough for me tonight," you said to him, slurring your words since you barely could keep your eyes open anymore.

"Me too," he said.

You got up from the floor and headed to your room, "Goodnight," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he shouted back before you closed the door behind him.

-

You were eating a bowl of cereal when Felix got up late on a Sunday, he walked out of his room with his messy hair with nothing but his sweatpants on.

"You look..." you trailed your words to find a word to describe his appearance, "charming!" You finished with a silly smile on your face.

Felix rubbed his eyes with his hand lingered on the doorknob of the bathroom door, "and you look..." he paused and looked at you, in your white tank top and shorts, reading glasses on, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, "cute!" He finished because he couldn't find another word to describe it.

When he got out of the bathroom, he found you in the kitchen.

"Coffee?" You asked without looking at him.

"Yes, please," he said, then sat on the stool pushed to the kitchen island.

You brought the coffee pot and put a mug in front of him, poured the steaming coffee into it. The smell of his first intake of caffeine woke him up in an instant that he hurriedly took a careful sip.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you as you washed also sipped your coffee across from him.

You hummed then leaned on the kitchen island, one hand propped on it and the other holding a coffee mug, "I'm going to my friend's house, she needs my help to paint her nursery room," you said.

Felix was looking at your face when you spoke but when his eyes caught the sight of your nipples poking through the fabric of your tank top, his mind almost went off the rail.

"What about you?" You asked back.

Felix took a big sip of his coffee this time, and it burned his tongue, "I'm meeting some friends for lunch," he answered.

You nodded then finished your coffee, "I used to cook breakfast, but since we both got up late, there's a cereal on the top cabinet," you informed him.

"Okay," Felix responded and tried to avoid looking down at your chest.

You put your dirty mug on the sink and walked back to your bedroom, touched his shoulder on your way, and said, "I'll take the first turn to shower then,"

And he couldn't help but look at your backside with shorts that barely covered it.

Apart from getting slightly shocked whenever you see him walking around the apartment half-naked, either he got no shirt on or with just a towel hanging low around his hips when he got out of the bathroom, you had no problem living with him.

Felix could be a serious person sometimes but he is a very warm person, totally the opposite of his appearance. He is also easy-going, relaxed, and always knows how to make the people around him comfortable with his presence and vice versa.

He agreed to not tell anyone that he is your roommate, because surprise! People would be judgemental about two opposite sex living in one apartment as roommates even though we live in the 21st century.

Also, you both agreed to never talk about personal things at work.

One day though, Felix got too relaxed as you altered his oversized sweater, kneeling in front of him to tuck one side of his sweater into his jeans and secured it with a safety pin.

"Let's watch that new movie on Netflix tonight," he said to you.

And maybe because you were also too comfortable with him, you said, "I don't want to watch a mellow, rom-com movie," you said to him.

"But I don't like horror," he said.

And that night, you relented and endured almost two hours of soppy, cheesy romantic movie where the guy gets the girl at the end.

"I need a drink," you said, then turned your head at him.

"At least, give me a moment to recover from the movie," he said to you.

You softly chuckled, didn't expect him to enjoy this kind of movie, everything you guessed about him was wrong.

Maybe it was wise to not judge a person by its cover.

"I'll get the drink then," you offered, taking the bottle of liquor you stashed under the sink.

It was nice to drink at home since Felix lived with you, everything felt right at its place, pleasant. Ultimately, it was nice having someone living with you again and not coming home to the vast emptiness and silence that made you seek for alcohol to get a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Felix was already in the kitchen when you walked out of the bathroom in your bathrobe and dried your hair with a towel.

"Good morning!" He said to you.

"Good morning!" You said back.

"I'll make coffee," he announced to you, "have a cup ready for you," he added.

You smiled at him, "thank you!"

As you sipped your coffee already dressed for work, Felix put an envelope full of cash inside, "here's the money for the rent," he said, "I'm not trying to be rude with the cash, but I haven't taken care of my bank account here so..."

You lightly laughed at him, "I understand, Felix," you acknowledged, "Thank you," you said and took the envelope with you.

You realized he put money worth of three months rent in there when you deposited it into your account during lunch break, you immediately called him on the phone.

"Felix, I thought we agreed that you only have to pay for two months' rent," you blabbered, feeling unease because you weren't really meant it when you said you needed the money.

You heard him chuckle at the end of the line, "it's okay. I put extra money for groceries and other things," he answered.

"I can't accept this. I'll give it back to you," you talked into the phone as you headed back to the office.

"Please don't! I'll be offended if you do," he said.

You pushed the button to get a lift back to your floor, "but this is a lot of money," you said to him.

When the lift slid open, you saw him inside and scoffed, he too smiled when he saw you getting into the lift.

You hung up the call and stood next to him, "Felix, we agre-"

"And I thought we agreed not to talk about personal things here," he cut you off.

"Just take it, please," he pleaded.

You sighed, felt uneasy getting that much money from him, but he was also right, it was rude for you to refuse his good intention.

"Okay," you relented, "drinks are on me tonight then!" You said to him.

You had been tossing and turning on your bed for a while, couldn't sleep with the silence that slowly swallowed you up from the inside, a silence that conjured so many unwanted thoughts, a silence that made you think out loud.

Then you heard the front door open, it must be Felix coming home late.

You heard his heavy footstep as he walked to his bedroom, you got up from the bed to check, went out of your bedroom, and saw his bedroom door left ajar.

You tiptoed your way and didn't know why you did it in your own apartment, poked your head inside just to see him sitting on his bed, smoking in the dark, half-naked.

"Hey," he said the moment he spotted you, "I thought you're sleeping,"

You sheepishly smiled at him with half of your body appearing from behind the door, "I can't sleep," you said.

"Want a smoke?" He offered.

You didn't smoke but felt invited to try again, you entered his bedroom and sat next to him on the bed, resting your back on the headboard.

He handed you his cigarette pack, but you took the one he smoked from between his lips. You took a slow, careful drag on the cigarette, then inhaled. Exhaled the fume after a few seconds, and saw smoke billowing out of your mouth.

He took the cigarette from you and took a haste drag, "you smoked before," he said to you as smoke came out of his nostrils.

You softly chuckled, "the last time I smoked was last year of college, I think," you told him.

"You don't mind me smoking in here, are you?" He asked.

You shook your head.

"I have the window open," Felix said, pointing to the window slightly left ajar that made the curtain fly out with every gust of wind.

"You came home late," you said.

Felix didn't reply but took another cigarette from the pack, lit it up right away with a lighter that made his face glow amber.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like an annoying roommate," you quickly added.

"No, no, no," Felix quickly denied, "I was out to get the rest of my things from my ex's house," he explained.

"Oh?" You didn't know what to say, this was news to you.

"I lived with her before I went abroad for work, so, yeah," he paused to take another drag of his smoke, "that was also why we broke up," he finished, then flicked the ash off his cigarette.

You felt bad for making him explain things that you didn't intend to find out, but also a bit surprised to know how serious his relationship was with his former partner.

"And here I thought you were really living out of suitcases," you playfully said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Felix chuckled, "that wasn't entirely wrong," he responded.

Somehow all these little talks and smoking in the dark made you feel drowsy that you slumped down, your head rested on the pillow of his bed.

"Do you mind if I lay down for a bit?" You mumbled to him, lying on your side to face him.

"Not at all," he replied.

But when you woke up, the sun shone through the window. Felix was still sleeping with his back facing you, half-naked with the skin of his back glowed under the morning sunlight.

You immediately walked out of his bedroom before he noticed that you slept on his bed until morning.

Once you were back inside your bedroom, you stood with your back leaning against the door and wondered how you could sleep that well without help from alcohol.

-

Felix was sitting on the sofa with a laptop on his lap when you came out of the bedroom, running out of breath.

"Felix, I need your help," you said to him.

He looked up from his laptop, "what's up?"

"Wait here," you told him then went back inside your bedroom and came back with two dresses in soft colors.

You showed them to him, "Which one?" You asked.

Felix had a puzzled look on his face, "but you are a stylist," he said to you.

"And you think a stylist doesn't need opinions?" You rolled your eyes at him.

Felix took his time, biting on his thumb as he considered between the two dresses as his life depended on it.

"The left one," he finally answered.

Felix opted for the ivory-colored one with tiny flower prints on it and frilled sleeves.

"Okay," you said to him, agreeing with him.

"I'll put it on!" You said to him, then headed back to your bedroom to change.

You came up to him to help you with the zipper, and he helped you without you needing to say a word.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he pulled the zipper up.

"My friend's baby shower," you answered.

"Can I come with you?"

"Huh?"

"It's okay if I'm not allowed. I just don't have any plans for today," he said the plopped down back on the sofa.

"No, I mean, you'd probably get bored being there," you explained on the way you reacted to his question earlier.

"But there will be some drinks there, right?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

There were drinks there but not the kind that he expected, it was a baby shower, after all, the guests were mostly females, and a few kids were running around the place.

When you met your friend, you had to quickly introduce him before she gets the wrong idea, "Felix, my roommate," you introduced.

You handed her your gift for the baby, and Felix left you to catch up with your friend. And after a while, you looked for him, he was standing in the kitchen, eating fruit slices with a champagne flute in hand.

"I'm sorry for taking you here," you said as soon as you stood next to him.

Felix turned his head at you and shoved a strawberry into your mouth, "I'm the one who asked you to take me with you," he said.

You chewed on the strawberry and took the glass in his hand to wash it down with champagne. You put down the empty glass on the table and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go!" You said as you pulled him in the direction of the door.

"Where?"

"Get some real drinks!" You said.

It was a bit too soon for drinks that when you arrived at the bar you used to come to, there were only a few people there.

But it was nice because you both could play a game of pool and drinking in between.

Felix closed one eye to get a good aim of the cue ball he meant to hit but missed.

You mockingly laughed at him, "I hate to tell you this, but you suck," you said to him.

Felix was not amused with your statement, he glared with his tongue poked his cheek again.

You came and took his position, bending down against the pool table, took your aim with your cue ready to hit the ball and shot.

You successfully sent a ball down into the corner pocket and shrugged condescendingly at him.

Felix gulped his drink, irritated, and lost the game to you in the end.

When the bar started to get packed as the night getting late, you took it as the time to come home and took a taxi home, stumbled into the backseat of the taxi together with Felix, laughing with your head slightly dizzy from the alcohol.

You didn't know how you got there, but it took you a while to know that you were lying on Felix's bed with his arm under your head as a pillow.

You turned your head to the side and saw him smoking, pinned the cigarette between his index and middle finger as he exhaled some smoke.

It felt nice, this quietness, and you never felt comfortable with it before, it didn't make you feel lonely like it used to and didn't make you think of sorrowful things that keep you awake at night.

"I lost my dear sister when I was 13, and I missed her terribly much every day," you suddenly admitted while staring at the ceiling, you felt a twinge in your heart when you remembered your sister.

Maybe it was the alcohol that made you lowered your guard down, made you completely open, honest and fragile to him.

"And when my best friend said she wanted to move out, it reminded me of that feeling," you said to him.

"This crippling anxiety that someone would leave me at any time," you said, and you felt a hot tear roll down the corner of your eye.

"When I'm on my own, that fear amplified," you sighed as another tear rolled down the side of your face.

Felix had been quiet and stopped smoking, turned his head to look at you with his hand squeezed your shoulder to assure you he was there.

"People don't realize this," you said, "but loneliness is underrated,"

Felix nodded, agreed with everything you said.

He let out a low, deep sigh before he spoke, "I've been living out of my suitcases, from place to place, and I understand," he said.

"I could be in a crowd but still feel lonely. Never truly connected with anyone," he added.

He turned his body to face you, his forehead met the side of your face, "so, trust me! I know how you feel," he said.

You closed your eyes and let you drown in all these mixed feelings: sadness, fear, comfort, relief, tranquility.

But on top of all, you felt validated that even with all these feelings, you are just a human being.

Felix pulled you into a hug, letting you rest your head in his neck that you could smell his musky perfume with a hint of cigarette smoke, and sunlight.

He hummed with his mouth close to your forehead, "I happen to like cuddles," he said.

You giggled and slipped your hands under his arm to hold him back and fell asleep like that, in each other’s warm embrace.

-

Felix always had his bedroom room left ajar, sleeping or not, even when he changed his clothes. And you walked into his room every night, just talking about everything until you both fell asleep.

It had become a habit for you to sleep together on his bed, and he didn't mind any of it, he liked having someone to hold when he sleeps.

That night, you decided to watch a movie together on his bed, your knees bent with a bowl of popcorn on your lap when suddenly his phone rang on the bedside table.

You heard him talking on the phone, glimpses of his conversation and guessed that it must be his ex-girlfriend, a bit of argument, and Felix constantly groaned at his end.

He got up from the bed, "Sorry, I have to go," he said to you, began picking up some clothes to wear.

"No worries, we can continue this later," you said to him and paused the movie.

Felix put on a thin smile as he pulled up his jeans and buttoned them, "My ex-girlfriend keeps asking me to come," he complained, then put a shirt on.

And your guess was right, it was indeed his ex-girlfriend. You looked down because it was getting weird to stay in his room, you immediately got up from the bed and took the bowl of popcorn to the kitchen.

Felix came out of his room not long after, putting on his shoes in a rush, "don't wait for me," he said to you, "bye!"

"Bye!" You said back, but he already closed the door behind him.

You opened the lower cabinet to search for something but found a bottle of liquor instead, sealed and unopened. That was when you got the realization that you didn’t need alcohol to help you sleep anymore since you shared a bed with Felix.

But that night, you suddenly crave for it, or you didn't want to let your thoughts eat you alive like they usually do to you.

You hesitated for a moment before unscrewing the cap of the bottle, then poured some into a glass, gulped it one go, and took another until your mind got dull with nothing but the burn of the alcohol on your tongue.

-

Felix came home at dawn.

He stopped by the door of his bedroom door and stared at yours for a moment, he didn't know why but he got the urge to check on you.

Your door wasn't locked nor completely shut, he could easily push it open and found you sleeping, curled up on your bed.

He came to put a duvet over your body up to your chest, he lingered for a while just to watch you sleep.

He had been doing that since that night you fell asleep on his bed after saying you would only lay down for a bit, he immediately put out his smoke the second he knew you were sleeping.

He removed the hair that fell around your face and put it back, softly brushed them to the back as he listened to your low purrs, so adorable and cat-like.

He lay next to you, watching you peacefully sleeping with a hand under your cheek until he too, fell asleep on his pillow.

Felix didn't realize how much he loves having someone lying next to him until he shared a bed with you.

He so badly wanted to lay next to you on your bed but decided not to, the morning was only a few hours away, and you needed the rest, so he left for his room.

He was surprised to find you still in the apartment when he woke up late, "you're not going to the office?" He asked with eyes still blurry with sleep.

You put on a jacket, "No, but I'm going out of town for a photoshoot," you answered and dragged a suitcase out of your bedroom.

"Oh?"

You put on your boots next and headed to the threshold.

"When will you be back?" He asked, following you to the front door and leaning against the wall.

"I don't know, tomorrow, I guess?" You answered with a hint of doubts in them.

You paused for a moment to see if you had forgotten something, when you were sure you got everything, you opened the door.

"Felix?" You called before getting out of the door.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't set the apartment on fire when I'm away," you said and grinned, waving bye at him.

With you being away, Felix had plenty of time to kill after work when going to the bar didn't excite him as it used to because he had to go without you.

He came home early and searched for some drinks when the doorbell rang, he half-jogged to the door to open it only to find his ex-girlfriend.

"You look excited to see me!" She said to him.

Felix scratched the back of his head, slightly irritated by her presence. She probably thought he was waiting for him when he actually expecting someone else.

Then he realized something.

"Wait, how do you know-"

"Are you going to let me in or not?" She cut him off, "I'm coming with all of your things," she added, gesturing to a few bags of his belongings.

Felix had no choice but stepped away and let her into the apartment, then carried the bags to his bedroom while his ex-girlfriend looked around the place.

When she sauntered to your bedroom door, he quickly stopped her, "that's my roommate's bedroom," he said.

"You have a roommate," she exclaimed and nodded, "where is he now?"

"Out of town for work," he shortly replied.

She came up to him, close enough that she could see his freckles, "we have the place to ourselves then," she said, then slowly leaned in.

Felix politely dodged away from her kiss, "please, don't do that! We broke up, remember?" He reminded her.

"But you came to me that night when I need you," she responded, putting a hand on his chest.

"I was worried because you were out late and drunk," Felix explained, "and you won't stop drunk calling me,"

She took his hand, "I don't remember why I broke up with you," she sadly said, "I want us to get back together. And live with me again,"

Felix sighed because she had been asking it for every time they met, he knew she was lying when she said she couldn't remember why they broke up. She always blamed him for leaving, he wouldn't if she didn't cheat on him in the first place, he wouldn't have gone abroad for work.

"Just give us one more chance," She asked with her hands on his waist.

Felix gently put her hands away and held them, "That's enough! Let me get you a taxi home," he said to her.

"Felix, please?" She pleaded this time.

Felix hated to do this to her, but it was something that he needed to do, "Let's not see each other again. Our relationship ended here. You'll find someone better than me, trust me!" He said to her.

She started crying because she knew there was no way of getting back together again.

He sent her off after hailing a taxi for her right outside the apartment building, he got back to the apartment and pulled out a bottle of drink, he took the first sip of alcohol that slowly numbed his mind away, took another until he could fall asleep without thinking of anything.

Felix had a taste of what it felt like when you were living alone in this apartment the next day as he lay awake on his bed at night, not doing anything because smoking didn't even help and alcohol tasted bitter in a time like this.

He missed you.

He missed having you around, talking goofy stuff with you before bed, and lying next to you, having a living, breathing someone next to him that he could hold as he sleeps.

He slept on your pillow that night with your scent that clung to it helped him lull him to sleep.

Felix thought he dreamed of you coming home that he woke up in the middle of the night, walked out of his bedroom, and went to yours.

His heart palpitation seeing you lying on your side on the bed that he climbed onto the bed and slept next to you, putting a hand around your waist and drinking the scent that gave him a sense of comfort.

He woke up in the morning with your finger on his cheek, "what are you doing?" He slurred his words.

"Playing connect the dots with your freckles," you answered with a gleeful smile.

Felix softly smiled and took your hand in his, "Good morning!" He said to you.

A hand reached to pet your head, even with a layer of exhaustion on your face you still look beautiful to him, your lips looked so soft and delicate like a blooming flower.

Felix lifted himself to hover above you and slowly pressed a kiss on your lips.

5, 6, 7 seconds you counted in your head until he pulled away but stayed hovering above you, looked into your eyes.

The kiss surprisingly felt natural like the two of you had done it before and only figured out about it now.

You placed a hand on his jaw and kissed him this time, 5,6,7 you counted in your head, then slowly let go.

"Good morning!" You finally greeted back.

He smiled at you, brighter than the morning sun and warmer than a summer day.

Just like he couldn't get enough of the taste, he kissed you again and braved himself to kiss you longer, swiping his tongue over your lips that it was wet when he let go.

Your hand flew to cover your mouth, "I haven't kissed in a long time," you meekly admitted.

"Shh..." he shushed you, then put your hand away so he could kiss you, prying your mouth open with his tongue.

5, 6, 7 you counted in your head, but it seemed like the kiss would last longer than that.

You gave in, opening your mouth to him to let him deepen the kiss, tasting you more.

He ran a hand on your chest, his fingers easily found your nipple poking through the fabric of your black tank top, and began circling on it with his mouth still connected with you.

He let go of the kiss and propped an elbow against the mattress, looking at his hand playing with your clothed nipples just like he had fantasized for every time he saw you walk around the apartment in your tank top, how it made him slightly aroused that he wanted to bite it through the fabric.

And he used the opportunity to do it, lowered his mouth on your clothed nipple, and gently tugged it between his teeth along with the fabric.

He let go, quickly put soothing rubs on your nipple, then switched to the other one, he opened his mouth and took your breast into his mouth, slowly pulled away to tug your nipple between his teeth again.

You lowly moaned, and a hand slipped inside his hair as his tongue wetted your nipple through the fabric.

Felix withdrew himself and put a hand under to pull your tanktop upward, exposing your breasts to him, smooth and firm just like how he pictured in his head.

He didn't waste time but to bury his head on your chest, kneading on your breasts, pinching on the flesh, mouth sucking and licking your nipple, while his hand rolled the other nipple between his fingers.

You looked at his mouth wrapped around your hardening buds, making them swollen and wet with his saliva.

Felix dragged his mouth down, placing kisses on your ribcage and down to your stomach, where he heard your stomach growled when he kissed your abdomen.

You immediately covered your face with your hands out of shame while Felix chuckled with his chin on your stomach.

"Come on! I'll cook you breakfast!" He said then took you to the kitchen and let you watch him cook you a plate of breakfast of scrambled eggs and toasts.

He sat next to you and ate breakfast together, sipping your coffee in silence, laughed when your eyes met even though there was nothing funny.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "No, but I'm going to stay in,"

"Good idea," he said with a smile.

You decided to continue watching the movie you both once stopped watching because he had to go that night, but with you sitting so close on the sofa together, he couldn't focus on it.

All he could think about was having his way with you, slipped a hand under the strap of your tank top, and twirled it around his little finger.

You snapped your head in his direction, sheepishly smiled at him, sensing his needs, and you delivered. He lifted your legs and put them on his lap, a hand rubbed your thighs and roamed around your body.

You put a hand around his neck and brought your face close to him, pressing a kiss in which he eagerly returned with twice the enthusiasm.

You took each other’s clothes off with the movie was still playing in the background until you both got naked on the sofa with you underneath him.

"Do you have any condoms?" He asked you along with a caress on your cheek.

You nodded, "but it's inside the drawer, in my bedroom," you answered.

"Let me go get it," you offered.

But Felix pushed you down back on the sofa, "It's okay, I'll get it,"

It was awkward waiting for him, lying naked, completely exposed on the sofa, you quickly covered yourself with the quilt from the headrest of the sofa.

He came back after a few minutes, putting two foil packets on the table, and you wondered why since you only needed one.

He tore the packet with his teeth and put it on before lying next to you again.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sensed that you went rigid against his lips.

"I'm okay," you replied.

But your answer didn't comfort him. He put his hand under your chin and made you look at him in the eyes, "Hey, we don't have to do anything," he said to you.

You sighed and clasped your hand with his, "I want this," you paused to lick your lips, "I'm just a little nervous,"

"Nervous? Why?"

You tried to find words to describe it but couldn't find any, "I just don't feel confident about all this," you meekly admitted.

"You don't feel confident about what? This?" He ran his thumb over your lips and gave it a soft peck.

Then slid down his hand to every inch of your body, "you're so heavenly," he murmured, "and beautiful that I dreamed of touching you every night," he shamelessly admitted.

You got flustered, and it looked adorable to him, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger then kissed you, hard and deep.

One of his hands went down to your cunt, making fluttering little touches on your delicate flesh, tracing your folds, gently circling on your clit until you were drenched with your arousal.

When he pushed his length inside you, you both let out a collective gasp.

It was such a long time coming, you filled each other in an inexplicably satisfying way. You hooked your legs around his waist as his hips bore down into you, deeper and deeper in slow, steady thrusts.

Your nails clawed the skin on his back, gripped his shoulders when the pleasure became too unbearable without breaking eye contact with him.

The movie had stopped playing, and it was quiet in the room, you could hear every intake of his breath and the low grunts he let out through his gritted teeth.

The afternoon sun made his skin glow and warmth to the touch, he made the sex painstakingly slow as a way to relax you in the process and made you feel all the pleasure he brought on you.

He foolishly smiled at you, "you feel so good around me," he said to you, then pressed haste yet gentle kiss on your lips.

You clenched around him and held him closer, lifted your knees higher, sending him deeper inside you.

Felix couldn't hold himself back anymore when he felt like his cock being sucked in deeper inside you, he quickened the pace until you couldn’t contain your moans anymore.

You let the noise you made resound in the room, bouncing from walls to walls and ringing in Felix's ears that riled him up in the best way possible.

You cum almost at the same time, bodies slick with a thin layer of sweat, pressed on top of each other on the sofa.

He kissed your neck as you squirmed under him, eyes closed from relishing the waves of pleasure washing over you.

You both spent the rest of the afternoon lying naked, cuddling on the sofa, looking into each other’s eyes with kisses in between.

"I miss you," he muttered to you, he wanted to say that to you the moment he woke up.

You traced his freckles on his cheek with your thumb, "I miss you too," you said to him.

More kisses and cuddles later, the other condom on the table put to use.

For dinner, you ordered some food, ate it in the living room, sat on the floor, continued watching the movie until the end after.

You showered together before bed and slept on your bed that night, with him spooning you from the back and kissing your bare shoulder and neck until you fell asleep. His kisses on your neck woke you up in the morning with his hand freely roaming around your body and eventually pulling your underwear down, there was no way of stopping him.

Or you didn't want to stop him, either way, the morning sex was lovely.

You decided to spend the day going out together: watched a movie, did a little walk around the park, had a cup of coffee, and eventually dinner.

It felt weird being stared at, mostly people stared at Felix, then at you, probably wondering why someone as attractive as him would be with someone like you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little insecure about yourself and looked down at your feet while you were walking down the street with him.

"How about ice cream?" He suddenly asked, pointing to the ice cream parlor across the street.

"Are you even allowed to eat ice cream?"

"Why not?

You scoffed, "aren't you suppose to be like... watch your weight or something?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You're a model," you reminded him.

"Yeah, but nothing can stop me from eating ice cream," he said.

He pulled you by your hand as you both crossed the street and entered the shop, looking down at the selection of ice cream flavors.

"Which one do you want?" He asked, "the peanut butter one looks tasty," he added, almost salivating at the sight of the ice cream in front of him.

"Chocolate," you shortly replied, "always chocolate," you said again as you looked up at him.

"Okay," he said then went to order.

He settled on the peanut butter and you with the chocolate one. He hummed in joy once he tasted his ice cream.

"That good?" You asked him.

He grinned, "yes, you want to try?"

You nodded.

But instead of feeding you a spoon, he kissed you.

"There," he beamed.

You gave him a puzzled look, "I said I want a taste,"

"Yes, you got to taste it through me," he said.

You chuckled but were also flustered because he did it while the two of you were still inside the ice cream parlor.

You stole a spoonful of his ice cream and shoved it into your mouth as fast as possible before he could snatch it away.

"You're sneaky," he said with a glare.

You smirked at him, and he pulled you close, leaned in.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take back what's mine," he said.

You dodged away and immediately pulled away from him, making your way out of the ice cream parlor while he chased you from behind.

It was a nice weekend, the one that you didn't expect that at the end of the night, he would be lying next to you and kissing you so tenderly, making your heart flip with inexplicable joy.

"I'm so sleepy," you told him, looking at him with his head rested on the pillow with his eyes crinkles like he got stars in them.

He cupped your jaw, "go to sleep, then," he muttered with a breathy, deep voice.

You gave his lips a quick peck on the lips, "Goodnight," you murmured, then nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck.

"Goodnight," he said back to you, then kissed the top of your head.

The day began with the smell of breakfast wafting through the bedroom door that woke Felix up from his sleep.

You were cooking pancakes in the kitchen when he came out of your bedroom, he came behind you and slipped his hands around your waist.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled with his chin on your shoulder, "let's go back to bed," he added.

You softly chuckled and put your hands on his, "I have to go to work," you said to him.

You dragged the plate of pancakes you made for him, "here! take a bite!" You told him.

He didn't steer but opened his mouth at you.

You cut a piece with a fork and fed him with it, watching him eat to see his reaction.

"Good?"

He nodded, "really good," he hummed.

"Then go have a seat and eat your breakfast," you told him.

But he tightened his hold around you, not willing to let go, sticking with you, hugging you from the back that you could feel the warmth from his bare upper body.

He kissed your neck with hands moved up to palm your breasts with fingers playing with your clothed nipples.

"Felix," you grumbled but didn't stop him because it wouldn't do much to him.

He groaned with his mouth pressed on the skin on the back of your ear.

"What is it with you, mmh?" He whispered into your ear while his hands went under your t-shirt to knead on your breasts, "I can't stop touching you," he finished, fingers lightly circling your hardening buds.

With his voice that got deeper in the morning, his words instantly sent a chill down your spine.

You turned your head at him to speak, but he quickly captured your lips in a titillating kiss and didn't hesitate to use his tongue.

"Your breakfast is getting cold," you said against his lips and tried to slow him down by putting your hands on his but failed.

"I have to go to work," you reminded him again as he tugged your lower lip between his teeth.

He didn't care, ignored your warning, and deepened the kiss, pinned you against the kitchen island with his body that you had no other option but to give in to his desire.

-

You had been smiling at yourself at work.

Smiling for every time your hand touched your lips, you remembered how his lips felt against yours.

When you caught your reflection in the mirror, you remembered how his hands traced every part of your body, and it led you to the recollections of how he fucked you on the kitchen island that morning, exactly five hours ago.

You could hear his deep grunts in your ear and his hips incessantly thrusting into you while mouth making marks on your chest.

When you looked down, your thighs pressed together under the desk, and you glanced at the clock on the computer screen, it was time to head down to the studio.

You met the art director in the elevator, she was your senior in college and also the one who recommended you to work in the company.

You met her several times and worked with her for some photoshoots. She smiled when she saw you got into the elevator.

"I haven't seen you in a while," she beamed.

"Yeah," you answered, you weren't close with her, but it would be weird to call her an acquaintance.

"You're styling for today," she said.

"Yes," you answered.

You almost laughed when you saw Felix come into the studio but quickly reminded yourself that you were working, you had to be professional.

Felix kept his cool, stayed quiet while you styled his clothes, and adjusted them on his body. You leaned in to put on a brooch on his shirt, it was hard to focus when his face was only inches away from you and your instinct telling you to kiss him.

Felix reached for the neckline of your blouse, pulled it down a little to see the purple mark he made this morning then smirked in satisfaction.

"Look so good with it," he said to you.

You didn't reply, but he could see the faint smile on your face, he slipped his thumb inside your blouse until his finger met your bra, inserted two fingers inside to play with your nipples.

He sighed, "so hard," he breathlessly said to you.

"Felix, please?" You said to him with your head looking around to see if anyone saw.

Your plead sounded the same but different from the one he heard this morning, you said the exact words to him when he felt you clenched around him, so close to your climax with your hand gripped his shoulder and eyes watching as his cock slipped in and out of you in relentless pace.

The one he heard this morning was lustful, tinted with a little bit of desperation, but the one he heard a minute ago, sounded anxious, almost panicked.

You pulled his hand out of your blouse with a sly smile plastered on your face, then went kneeling in front of him to adjust the length of his jeans.

But Felix could only think of filthy things when you looked up through your lashes as you kneeled in front of him, his hand reached for your chin, tilting your head up at him, and slowly pushed his thumb inside your mouth.

You stayed still for a while, then wrapped your mouth around his thumb, then gently sucked on it, you saw him looking at you with lustful eyes with teeth faintly biting his lower lip.

Felix hissed with the thought of having his cock in your mouth rather than his thumb, your slick tongue twirled around his thumb, and when you pulled it out, it was wet with your saliva.

He poked his cheek with his tongue again, giving you the eyes that would make you melt into him if you weren't at work.

"Oh, fuck," he lowly cursed under his breath when you got up from the floor.

You put a hand on his chest, "now, go to work!" you said to him.

Felix let out a scoff as he watched you leave, head filled with so many things he wanted to you later once he got you alone with him.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you waited for Felix to change into his last outfit for the photoshoot, it was a text from an unknown number.

I saw your ad on the bulletin board that you're looking for a roommate. Is it still available?

The sender asked in the text.

You forgot that you put on an ad through the internal office memo about looking for a roommate, got you realized that Felix's rent was about to end this month, a week away to be precise.

Felix got out of the changing room and stood facing you, saw you immediately put your phone away.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," you quickly replied.

Your phone rang again when you were on your way back to your apartment, with both of your hands carrying bags of groceries that you kicked the door close behind you.

You put the bags down on the kitchen counter and saw a new message.

I'm sorry, but I need to know if it is still available.

I happen to be looking for a place asap.

You felt bad for not replying, but you were also incapable of making a decision, it would be better to talk about it with Felix first, whether he wanted to stay or leave.

Your fingers hesitantly typed a reply but abruptly stopped when you heard the doorbell ring, you scoffed thinking that it must be Felix being playful, but when you opened the door, it wasn't him.

-

Felix felt relaxed knowing that his contract had finished and that he didn't have to bump into his ex-girlfriend at work again. He got home late since he had to visit his agency for the next job contract, he hurriedly got out of the elevator the second the door slid open and got into the apartment.

He heard you were showering, took off his clothes without thinking, and joined you in the shower.

He snaked his hands around you the moment he got in, "you didn't wait for me," he said to you, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

You sighed and turned off the water, "why you didn't tell me that your ex-girlfriend is someone that I worked with?"

He slowly retracted his mouth, he was taken aback by the question.

He meant to tell you from the very beginning but he thought it was unnecessary since he had already broken up.

Letting you know that the art director you worked with would only make you awkward around her.

"She's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up, there was nothing between us anymore," he defended himself.

"I don't care in what state of relationship you're in. She came here looking for you," you told him.

"Not only that she knows that I live with you, but she also thinks that I steal you from her," you added, pulling your towel from the rack and getting out of the shower.

"I never told her about where I live," he said, following you out of the shower stall, "she visited once before, but she didn't know that I live with you," Felix stuttered his words.

"Oh so, she magically knows where you live?" You snapped and wrapped yourself with a towel.

"I don't know how she knows," Felix pulled your hand, forcing you to face him when he talked.

"It's not just about that, Felix," you sighed in exasperation.

"Can you imagine what shit I would get once everyone at work knows what I did to someone that I work with?"

Felix got quiet, he knew he had done something wrong. He should have told you, he should have come clean about everything.

Felix understood that you must be feel betrayed by him for keeping such information from you and that you were mad because of it. He came to your bedroom after pacing around the room for quite some time to finally braved himself to enter your bedroom.

He couldn't stand not being with you and had a chance to explain everything, he got on the bed and settled himself next to you but didn't touch you like he usually does, he just lay there facing your back.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to you in the dark, weren't sure if you were still awake or not.

You didn't steer and stayed quiet, but Felix kept looking at your back and hoping you would turn around to face him, telling him that you forgive him.

But what you said was the complete opposite.

"We shouldn't have been involved with each other in the first place," you said without looking at him.

"Please, don't say that. I never regret anything about us," he said to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as if it would magically change your mind.

"You should start looking for another place to stay," you told him.

It was a hard thing to do, it felt bitter on your tongue, rancid. A lump grew in your throat as you held back your tears, like a lump of hot coal clogging your windpipe.

But you were glad he was there with you, at least you could sleep your misery away.

Felix woke up to an empty bed, it seemed like you left for work early, to avoid him.

Just like it was timed, Felix had to go out of town for work at the end of the week, and he packed some stuff in a duffel bag for the trip.

Since your argument that day, you came home and went straight to your room, kept your door shut, and he only saw you a few times in the kitchen.

That night, he knocked on your bedroom door.

He felt uneasy if he had to leave without saying anything, he waited until you opened the bedroom door.

"Yes?" You asked him and stayed at the door, not letting him in.

"I'm leaving out of town tomorrow," he said, "for a few days,"

And you didn't say anything but stood there with one hand lingered on the handle of the door.

"I know my rent ends this week, and I'll get my things as soon as possible," he said to you, "I'll get them once I'm back here,"

"Okay," you weakly said.

He looked into your eyes, deep and hopeful, he wanted to hold you so bad to assure him that things were alright, but he stayed there, feet nailed to the ground, not moving.

"Thank you for letting me stay," he sadly muttered.

A small smile rose on your cheeks, and you took your hand off of the door then went to hug him.

Felix missed this, the warmth of your body against his and the scent of you that reminds him of home, of comfort and longing.

"Thank you," you softly said, "and I'm sorry," you added, hugging him for a few seconds before letting go.

Felix almost stumbled forward because he didn't want to let go of the hug but quickly reeled from it.

"Take care! Have a safe trip tomorrow," you said to him.

"Thanks," Felix said while kept looking into your eyes.

And you stared back into his eyes with a radiant smile on your face.

Felix wanted to see that smile, if he could, be the reason why you smile like that. He never had this strong, intense feeling inside of him until he met you, burning and brimming his heart, all over him. The words were on the tip of his tongue and about to roll off his mouth when you got to him first.

"Goodnight, Felix," you said to him and pushed the door closed.

As well closed the only chance he got, the only hope that just died down with the sound of your door slammed shut.

-

During meeting, you kept avoiding your art director's eyes who was standing at the end of the table and explaining things for the next project. When the meeting was done, she came up to you and held you in the meeting room after everyone else got out.

"You think I'm that petty, huh?" She suddenly asked you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "pardon?"

"You think I'll tell everyone and make a mess out of you," she said.

You shook your head, stuttered your words, "no," you lied.

She laughed, "you know I'm capable of it but what's in it for me?" She asked.

"Nothing!" She answered her own question.

"Don't get ahead of yourself! We're at work, you'd better be professional," she scolded you.

That took you a moment, and the more you thought, the more you wondered why she would do such petty things, she was too great for that.

"I always think you have a good work ethic, and I respect you for that," she said to you, "so that's that," she finished.

She left the room while carrying her things and looked so cool doing it.

At least one problem was solved. You said to yourself with a long sigh.

When you were back at the apartment, the silence and emptiness welcomed you. You put your bag down on the kitchen counter, pulled open the lower cabinet, and found the bottle of alcohol you couldn’t remember the last time you took a sip of it.

You unscrewed the cap, and the strong smell of alcohol wafting through the kitchen, inviting you to take a sip.

You brought the bottle close to your mouth to take a big gulp, but your phone rang in your bag.

There was a new text.

I'm sorry to contact you again, but I need to know if you're still looking for a roommate.

You gasped for forgetting to reply to the sender text for a week now, you quickly typed a reply.

Yes, it's still available. If you want to see the apartment, you can come by this weekend.

Thank you. I'll make sure to come.

The sender replied a moment later. You sighed, and walked to Felix's bedroom, looking inside to where most of his things were already packed into suitcases in the corner.

You didn't know why the sight of the empty bed could make you sad, you climbed onto the bed and lay curled up on it.

With your eyes closed, you could imagine how his warm hands would wrap around you, drag your closer until his nose meets the crook of your neck, and you would squirm, hum delightfully, then put your hands on his.

But all that left was his scent that clung to the bedsheet and his pillow that you hugged so close to your chest like it was a prized possession, and then, the silence that came back to replace his presence.

The following day wasn't that much of a difference, except that you had to stop by your friend's house to do an unexpected favor for her.

And you had been looking at it now, squatting on your kitchen floor watching the cat drinking a bowl of water in front of you. Since your friend was pregnant and her due date was closing in, she asked you to take care of her cat.

"Your mommy is going to be busy with her baby soon, so please understand why you're stuck with me," You said to the black cat with a patch of white fur on the nose.

You got up to put some cat food on another bowl and knocked over something on the kitchen counter, sending it fell onto the sink that the cat startled and meowing.

"It's okay, it's okay," you calmed the cat down, and it started to purr.

You looked at the mess you did, and it was your bottle of liquor you didn't drink last night, you looked at it for a while, funny that it didn't evoke the same effect in you as it used to, you took it then poured out the content down the sink, watched the liquid swirling into the drain and threw the bottle into the trash.

You squatted back down on the floor and slid the bowl of cat food on the floor, "I guess it's just you and me now," you said to the cat as you pet its head.

You slept on Felix's bed again that night with the cat curled up on your feet, and it felt less lonely that night.

But it got annoying when the cat started meowing at the early of day, you didn't have another choice but reluctantly got up from the bed and fed the cat.

Then you remembered that someone would come by to see your apartment, at least by waking up early, you could clean the apartment to appear more habitable.

You were cleaning out the desk in Felix's room when you happened to see his portfolio, the one where models use to show the photoshoot they had done in their career.

You flipped the page and looked at his face, your heart burned for how much you missed him, when you flipped it to the last page, you found a small photo slipped between the page.

It was a photo of you and him taken at the baby shower, you intentionally posed like a couple at prom for fun, then smiled remembering that moment.

At that moment, you regretted letting him leave.

You shouldn't have asked him to leave and look for a new place, deep down you knew you wanted to live with him and be with you, filled this emptiness with his presence.

You didn't know how to reach out to him, a phone call wouldn't do, you wanted to ask him yourself if he wanted to live with you.

On the other hand, it would be too late to cancel on the person who wanted to come and see the apartment. Maybe once that person got here, you could tell them that the room wasn't available anymore.

You waited anxiously on the sofa and just like the cat sensed your discomfort, it jumped onto your lap and let you pet its fur.

It never crossed your mind how lovely it was to have a pet, to be in the company of another living, breathing thing in your place that let you know you weren't alone.

The doorbell rang, and you gently put the cat on the sofa, you smooth down the hem of your skirt before opening the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, you blinked a few times to find Felix behind the door.

"Felix?" You asked him.

"I came here to see the apartment," he said.

You took a step back, completely dazed and confused, you took your phone and dialed the number of the person looking for a roommate.

His phone rang in his hand, and he picked it up, "It's me," he said through the phone even though you were standing facing each other in the doorway.

"Can I see your apartment now?" He asked again.

You stifled a laugh, partly shocked, but the other part of you relieved it was him.

"Yes," you nodded.

You opened the door wider to let him in and put your phone away, "your room would be this way," you said to him as you contained your smiles.

Felix walked to his bedroom and stood there in the middle of the room, "this is nice," he said to you with a smile.

"Yeah," you said, "my former roommate is a smoker so it's a bit reeked with cigarette smoke,"

"Ah," he exclaimed, "fortunately, I quit smoking," he said to you.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," he added.

You nodded in acknowledgment and realized that you hadn't seen him smoke in a long time.

"Is there any fun things you usually do around here? A bottle of drink stashed somewhere, perhaps?" He asked you.

You lowly chuckled, "I used to drink before sleep, but I don't drink anymore," you proudly said.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," you added to poke fun at him.

He laughed while poking his cheek with his tongue, "is there anything else I should know?" He asked again.

"I make a good cup of coffee in the morning, and I can't sleep well at night unless someone cuddles me," you answered.

You came to the window and glanced outside, the wind from the window left ajar made the hem of your dress sway around, "and I was terrible to my former roommate, he didn't deserve that. I'm sorry," you said to him.

Felix licked his lips before speaking, "first, your former roommate was an asshole for not being honest with you, he totally deserved that," he said.

He came up to you and stopped just close enough, "and second, I happen to like cuddles," he said with a playful grin.

You bit your lip, couldn't help but grin back at him, and looked into his eyes that offered so much warmth.

"I'll take it," he said to you as he grabbed your hands from your sides and took them in his.

"I don't take a year-long contract," you said to him.

"I don't intend to stay that short," he said back, "I intend to stay forever with you,"

He leaned in and slowly pressed his lips on you, it felt like you slipped into your favorite sweater, so comfortable and nice, put you at ease, like coming home.

"I miss you," he murmured against your lips.

"I miss you too," you muttered back and kissed him again.

Your hands looped around his neck, bodies drawing closer and closer with no gap left in between and lips endlessly latched onto each other.

He pulled you with him until he was seated on the end of the bed, and you sat on his lap.

"I was wrong for saying that we shouldn't be involved with each other," you said to him, cupping his face in your hands.

"I know you didn't mean that," he softly said to, putting the hair that curtained your face to the side and holding it there.

He rested his forehead against yours, looking so deep into each other’s eyes, then gently kissed your lips, so softly as if he kissed a frail flower.

He kissed you again like he had been waiting for it, so hungry, passionate, burning with desire.

You pulled away to catch a breath, laughing at him for not willing to part even for a mere second.

Your hands worked open the buttons of your blouse, then let it fall onto the floor, then reached behind your back to unclasp your bra while Felix watched with anticipation.

"You know what I like," he said to you as he held your waist.

You smiled back at him and let the bra straps slide down your arms then tossed it aside.

He put your hair to the back, lay a hand flat on your chest, "you're so soft," he murmured, then kissed your collarbone.

He slid his mouth down to your breast with his hands kneading on the flesh, kissing the skin around your areolas to finally take your nipples into his mouth in turns.

You looked down at his tongue, playing with your hardening, wet buds in kitten licks, your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging at it.

He lowly groaned with his mouth full of your flesh while you slowly grind on him, he took off his mouth and brought it close to your ear.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked you.

"Yeah," you breathlessly answered.

He held you close with his hands tight around you, gave you a hurried kiss on your open mouth, "I want to cum inside you," he said, lips grazed yours as he spoke.

He stripped you off until you were fully naked on the bed, lowered his mouth to plant kisses on every inch of your body, searing, tingling from the inside.

He took his clothes off in front of you, making you watch as parts of his body revealed with every piece of clothing removed.

Your eyes landed on his throbbing member with prominent veins, you felt the urge to touch it to know how hard it was.

He kneeled beside you and took your hand, "this is how much I want you," he said as he wrapped your hand around his length.

Feeling curious, you slowly brought your mouth close and slowly took his length in your mouth, you gagged the second the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

You pulled out almost immediately, strings of saliva dribbled down your chin.

Felix wiped it with his thumb, "take it slow," he said to you then pushed your head down back onto the pillow.

He straddle you, crotch slightly hovering on your stomach, with his cock in his hand, and circled your nipples with the tip of his cock. He went lower, lower until he settled himself between your legs.

You spread your legs for him, exposing your heating core to him, drenching and aching to be filled.

His cock teased your slit, up and down until fresh arousal leaked out of you.

Then slowly pushed his cock inside with a deep growl he let out until he fully bottomed out, he smiled blissfully as he lowered himself on top of you, capturing your lips in his again.

"So good, baby," he said to you before pressing another kiss on your lips, "so good," he cooed.

You pulled your knees up to let him penetrate deeper, thrusting harder that your climax closed in with no time.

Your legs shook underneath him as your orgasm hit you, sending immense pleasure all over you.

Felix kept the motion going until he too cum inside you just like he wanted to, he stayed inside you for a moment while kissing your breasts and lightly licked your nipples.

He kneeled on the bed and slowly pulled out, a hand rubbed your thigh as he watched his cum leaking out of you.

He lightly pinched the flesh of your thighs, breath quickened at the sight that made his cock erect again.

"It looks like I need to fill you again," he said to you as he lay next to you.

He kissed your jaw, cheek, around your face until his mouth eventually landed on your lips.

"I'm going to fill you up," he said to you with his face so close to yours.

You placed your hands on his arms, feeling his taut biceps when you held it.

"Would you like that?" He asked you.

"Yes," you shortly replied with a lustful sigh.

He smiled with his mouth pressed to the side of your face, one hand went to bring your leg over to his and hooked it around his waist.

All of a sudden, he jolted on the bed made him abruptly break the kiss. Then you saw the cat walked behind him then to his pillow and rested itself on the space above your face.

"I forgot to tell you about the other roommate," you said to him.

"Oh?" Felix's eyebrows raised in surprise then pulled you closer to him, "Is it going to stay there and watch us..." he trailed his words.

You chuckled and nodded, "I think so, yeah,"

Felix looked at you and shrugged.

"What? Are you jealous of him now?" You asked him with your hands around his neck.

"It's a he?" He asked with wide eyes.

You nodded.

"Then yes, I am jealous," he said.

You turned over on the bed and had him under you, lowered yourself on top of him, "well, you'd better get to know each other cause he'll be staying for a while," you told him.

The cat mewled as it curled on your pillow as if he knew what you were saying to Felix.

Felix rubbed his hands up and down your back, turned his head at the cat, then said, "you'd better pay you extra for rent," he said to the cat.

The cat purred with its eyes closed, dozing into sleep, and ignored his words.

"Did he just?" He asked in disbelief.

You laughed at the funny banter and kissed him on the mouth, "you'd better pay extra too," you jokingly said.

"Cuddles is not enough?"

You shook your head, "not enough,"

"Good thing that I can do more than cuddles," he remarked with a sly grin and a hand threading on the sin of your abdomen, then brought his mouth close to your ear, whispering the list of all things he could do to you than just cuddles.

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A pretty good series

COLLATERAL.

PART IV

I.N x reader x Hyunjin. (s)

Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

Author’s note: The moment of truth…….. I’m going to go hide now!

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