A Pretty Good Series

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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EXACTLY FREE MY MAN (lmao not that he has been jailed or something)

he did nothing wrong

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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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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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BLUEPRINT.

PART II

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I

Author's note: So sorry if you found this isn't properly proofread, I haven't had my coffee yet.

Minho likes being competitive.

He likes the challenge, the rush that comes with it, to prove himself that he is the best at what he does and ultimately, winning, fair and square.

Just like today, he got called to represent his firm for a chance to design a building for an art foundation. What got him interested was, there would be two other firms that joined in on the project but there would be only one that got selected.

He smirked as he got into the elevator, feeling confident about this project. When he entered the conference room, there were only a group of people on one side of the seat, and he asked his co=worker about his competitors.

The one sitting across from him was from a firm that is specialized in neo-futurist architecture and the other, the one that got late into the meeting specialized in a post-modern architecture that prioritizes environmentally friendly and sustainable buildings.

Ten minutes into the meeting, the other firm finally arrived and took their seats next to his, and Minho didn't bother to look at them, they were already made a bad first impression on him.

Minho wrote down everything the client requested for the design and jotted down side notes on what went through his mind as he listened to the brief.

They announced the end date for the firms to submit their designs, and everyone got up from their seats as soon as the meeting ended. For a second, Minho caught a familiar face but maybe he mistook it for someone he knew.

When he arrived in the main lobby though, he knew he was right about what he just saw earlier the moment he spotted you.

Standing in the crowded lobby, clutching your handbag with both hands in front of you and looking at him with a smile that rose on your face like a blooming flower.

Without he intended to, his feet took him to you until he was close enough to see and make sure it was you.

"So, here we are!" You said to him, looking into his eyes and flashing him a knowing smile.

There was so much he wanted to say to you after your long absence in his life, but he stood there in front of you, tongue-tied and nonplussed.

"I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, huh?" You poked fun at him with a sly grin.

It was actually the opposite, he was ecstatic to see you again after a long time, after two terrible years to be precise.

He softly laughed, aware that his jaws had been hung open for quite some time now.

"Yeah," he finally answered, tried not to stutter but failing.

You looked over your shoulder and saw your co-workers were waiting for you outside since the car had pulled up out front.

"Nice to see you again, I guess?" you said to him, his silence made you think that he wasn't that enthusiastic about meeting you again.

Minho called for your name when you walked away, "and you're going to leave just like that?" He asked.

You softly chuckled without stopping, slightly turned your head at him, "You know where to find me now," you told him and exited the building.

Minho felt stupid that the moment he had been hoping to come true happened just like that, he should've asked for your number or invited you for a lunch, even better, a dinner date.

But all he did was stood there and watched you leave like two years ago.

-

"Just take it," you said to him as he stood in front of you, right outside your house after him explaining how he ended up receiving the job offer from the firm just like Professor Shin had promised him.

After a month of not seeing you after the project, he finally got to meet you again even though he had to wait outside your house.

"I can't take it," he refused.

You laughed at him, "you know what I hate more than losing?" You asked him.

"People making me feel like a sore loser," you answered.

Minho blamed himself for making you feel being pitied by him, all he could think about was how didn’t deserve this because a part of this was also yours.

"You worked hard on this, so you deserve it," you told him as if you saw through his weary mind.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing!" You cut him off, "I told you, none of this is our fault," you assured him.

There was something else he wanted to address that day but he didn’t know where to start, about that night and how you disappeared the next morning.

"I guess there's nothing to talk about," you suddenly said.

All the words he was trying to convey vanished when he looked at you and your hand that lingered on the handle of the gate.

"Good luck, Minho!" You told him with a smile.

Minho sighed, having so many things to say and running out of time to say it.

"Thanks," he muttered to you before you closed the gate of the house.

But this time, it would be different.

He would try harder, do better and compete in all fairness with you.

Someone pointed him to your desk when he came to your office during his lunch break. He spotted it right away from the candy jar on the desk, but no one sat on the chair.

He looked around and asked someone who sat nearby, "She's in a meeting and will be back in a few minutes," he said.

Minho shrugged and sat on your chair, looking at your desk cluttered with so many things and little notes sticking to your computer screen for upcoming appointments.

He took one of your candies and reclined on the seat, opening the candy wrapper.

"Going behind enemy line, I see," you remarked from behind him.

He swiveled his chair and shoved the candy into his mouth, then smirked, "I need to know their valuable asset,"

"And did you find out already?" You asked him as you set your laptop down the desk.

"Right in front of me," he said.

"What are you going to do then?"

"Try to steal it, of course!" He said with a flirty wink at the end.

You scoffed then leaned against the desk, folding your arms in front of you. Everyone knew who he was, and they were watching you with eagle eyes.

"Let me take you out for lunch," he said, looking up at you through his dark, thick lashes.

"I just had lunch," you told him.

"Dinner then?"

"I already have a plan for tonight,"

"How about tomorrow?"

You softly laughed, "you're relentless,"

He shrugged as if proud of his trait.

"Let's have coffee, I have a little time to spare," you said to him.

Minho was disappointed that you could only spare a little time for him when he wanted a lot from you. But this was a good start for him, he waited by the table as you brought his cup of coffee to the table.

"So, what brings you here?" You asked him.

This was what he likes about you, you were straightforward, you couldn't stand chitchat cause that was just a waste of time for you.

"That I'm going to play fair this time," he said.

"And is that supposed to scare me?" You asked as you sipped your coffee.

"I must be stupid to think that I can scare you," he said.

You tipped your head to the side and smirked at him.

"What I'm telling you is I'm glad we got to do it again," he sincerely said, "I'm sad that we're not in the same team, but I think you know why I'm glad," he explained.

You understood, of course, it was a way for him to prove himself, that he could succeed by himself and that he deserved it.

"Yes," you responded.

This was why it interests you, joined this project knowing that he would be a part of it, and you had just as much to prove as him, to prove yourself.

"And also, I want to continue what we had last time," he added, eyes intensely looking at you.

"And what's that?" You teased his words back to him.

"It takes two to figure it out," he answered.

You smiled, tried to suppress the recollections of that night with him, and quickly took another sip of your coffee.

"Good luck then," you said to him, then got up from your seat.

"For what?" He asked.

"Everything, I guess," you half-heartedly said.

Minho snorted because it was exactly what you said two years ago to him then got up from his chair.

"I can't wait to see what you can do," he said it no in a condescending way, he knew well enough that you are capable of great things.

You lowly chuckled, "but it seems like you have to wait to do that," you said.

He looked at you, at your face that he missed seeing, the eyes that filled with so much wonder and curiosity with your head slightly tilted to the side you just like you did to him that very second.

He found it very endearing, but your lips were what captivated him most, he could imagine the softness of it just by looking at it.

"Bye Minho," You said to him, then headed to the elevator that would take you back to your office.

It was nice hearing his name through your mouth, like listening to his favorite song he hadn't listened to in a long time.

As he exited the building and took a taxi back to his firm, he thought of so many things, this time he put everything on the line in the hope to get everything back to him, which included winning you back.

Turned out, it wasn't easy.

Minho walked into a restaurant with his co-workers for a team dinner, something to motivate his team to work harder on this project.

And he noticed you were also there but you were already finished and were paying for your dinner, with a guy much older than you.

Minho couldn't help himself, he followed you outside, to the front of the restaurant, and called for you.

You turned on your heels with a hand lightly holding his arm by the sleeve of his coat.

"Oh, hi," you exclaimed when you saw him there.

You looked over his shoulder and saw his co-workers waiting inside, "I see you come with your team," you said.

"Yeah," he responded, but his eyes were looking at the guy sitting in front of you.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers in a defensive way.

"So this is your plan for tonight," he said, he meant to say it lightly, not to sound bitter.

You watched as Minho looked intensely stared at him while the guy looked back at him, completely fazed by it.

You snorted, "this is my brother-in-law," you quickly added.

Minho's stare instantly softened that he let out a short sigh then smiled, "nice to meet you," he finally responded.

"Nice to meet you," your brother-in-law said to him.

He got flustered that Minho's ears turned red, and it was getting awkward with every passing second.

"I'd better get inside," he announced.

"Yeah, you'd better be," you said back to him, half-laughing.

He smiled as he walked inside, feeling so embarrassed by his own doing.

And he started to think that was why you kept refusing on going on dinner with him. He relentlessly called for you, texted you, and ultimately, came to your office again because he couldn't stay still knowing that you might be out with some other guy that wasn't your brother-in-law.

You were still working while most of the people had left for the day, sitting on your desk, reading something while biting the end of your pencil between your teeth.

Minho put down a paper bag on your desk in front of you that got you slightly startled to see him there.

He didn't say anything but pulled out a small jar of your favorite blue raspberry candies in front of you.

He smirked as he presented it to you, knowing that he got your weak spot. He pulled one candy out and held it out on his palm at you, "come and have dinner with me," he said to you.

You smiled with your teeth faintly biting your lower lip, "Can't you see? I'm busy," you said to him.

He took your hand and put the candy on your palm, "I take no excuses," he said then took your purse and coat with him.

You swiveled on your chair, laughed at his persistence that you had no other option but to submit to his wish.

"This is not playing hard to get," he said as he looked at you sitting in front of him on the table, twirling your pasta with your fork, "you're avoiding me," he stated.

"If you're not yet aware, we're technically not in a team mode here," you responded and shoved a spoonful of pasta into your mouth.

"Just because we're not in the same team doesn't mean we're not allowed to be civil with each other," he cheekily responded.

"This is more than civil," you added.

"And I admit that," he shamelessly said, then sipped his wine.

"That's because you make one charming enemy. I could fall for your tricks any time," he added.

"Then why are we here?"

"Because I fall for your charms," he shortly replied as he continued cutting his steak.

"And why is that?"

"Because I got myself into you, you don't even have to pull any tricks on me. You can be cruel to me, I'm a fool for you," he answered, eyes locked with yours.

"And also," he slyly grinned before he finished his sentence, "sleeping with the enemy is hot,"

Your hand held your wine glass by its stem, "I think sleeping with the enemy is something I'd definitely not do," you remarked.

"And why?"

You shrugged, "I would never let my guard down," you replied.

Minho knew exactly that you were the type to keep your guard high, not letting anyone in unless you were sure that someone was trustworthy enough to know your weaknesses.

You did it to him once, and that made him believe he could do it again, not to do a harm to it, but to help you protect what he had seen in you: your true, genuine self, your pure compassion, and principles you firmly stood on.

That was what makes you stand up among other people, that what makes you special to him, that what makes him want you more.

Minho got out of the car as soon as he saw you unbuckled your safety belt, so he could open the car door for you.

You lowly chuckled when he offered you his hand to help you get out of his car, "thank you," you muttered to him.

"You still live alone," he said, seeing that your house was dark like it used to whenever he drove you home two years ago.

"My sister lives with his husband now," you said to him and closed the car door behind you, "so yeah, I have the house to myself,"

"Can I come in then?" He asked you with a lopsided grin.

"Try again next time," you said to him.

You leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek, "thank you for dinner," you muttered as you pulled away.

"A kiss on the cheek?" He asked in disbelief, shook his head, then pulled you close by putting a hand around your waist.

He leaned in close, "you know I need more than that," he said, then kissed you on the lips.

Once he got the taste of it, he couldn't settle with one or two kisses, he drew you closer, putting a hand on the nape of your neck and angling your head to deepen the kiss.

Body pushed you backward until your back hit the cold metal of your house gate, pinned you against his that made you give in, holding him back while clutching your purse in one hand.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, but he moved his lips down the column of your throat, "Minho, it's getting cold," you said to him.

"Then we should get in," he responded, lips grazing your earlobe as he spoke.

You softly giggled as he tilted your head upward, allowing him to savor your neck with kisses and gentle bites.

"Nice try," you said to him.

You lifted his head and kissed him this time.

It took him by a surprise that you would kiss him this way, so tenderly with your hand slipped in his hair that he believed you knew how he likes it when you do that.

Your kisses were light and lovely, like a gust of warm breeze in a winter night but passed too soon.

You slowly pushed him away, "I'm cold," you admitted.

And he noticed your cheeks redden from the cold, and when he took your hands in his, they were freezing that he immediately brought them close to his mouth and blew warm breath on them.

"Get inside," he told you, no matter how much he hated to say this.

"Okay," you said, then unlocked the gate of your house, swung the gate open but not getting in yet.

"Goodnight, Minho," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he said back.

He stepped back then walked back into his car.

He waited until all the lights in your house turned on and made sure you were safely back inside your house before driving away with the thought that even though you didn't let him in yet, didn't mean that it was impossible to do, you just need more time, and he was willing to give you as much as you want.

You worth the wait, the patience, you worth everything he has in him.

-

Winning is great.

That's for sure.

But as you got older, you realized that you learned more from losing. You learned how to keep going.

When you parted ways with Minho two years ago, you took it as a starting point to finally learn from losing and started again carrying that knowledge.

When you met Minho again though, you weren't sure you wanted to start over. He kept reminding you of your failure, what you lost, how your hard work went to a waste, the iniquity of it all.

You didn't want to see him again because of that.

When you kissed him that night, you realized that he was the only good thing that came out of that hardship.

Also, it wasn't fair to Minho, he didn't do anything wrong, he was innocent, collateral damage.

Maybe it was time for you to try, you told yourself as you entered his firm and asked the lady behind the front desk that you wanted to see him.

Minho was meeting a client, and you were told to wait in his office, you kept glancing at your wristwatch because you didn't have much time and had to get back to your office soon.

Minho came a while later, smiling at the sight of you, a delightful surprise that he didn't see coming.

"Such a sight for sore eyes," he said with a dreamy sigh.

"I can say the same for your office," you said to him, it was a nice office, spacious with a breathtaking view of the city.

He walked up to you, stopped just a step away from you, "you came here," he said, his words tinted with disbelief.

"I had a meeting near your office, so I decided to stop by," you explained.

With his height, he towered above you, looking down at you with his dark brown eyes.

"And coffee!" You pointed to the cups of coffee you brought with you on the table.

Someone came trudging into his office and interrupted you both, "I am sorry but I need you..." the man's eyes shifted from him to you, "hey, I think I know you," he said to you.

"I think so too, yeah," you said to him with a courteous smile.

You glanced down at your wristwatch again, "I'm sorry, but I have to go," you told Minho, then picked up your bag and coat on the chair.

Minho got confused with the situation that created a lot of questions in his head.

"But we haven't-"

"I'll make sure to visit again," you said to him, flashing a smile to the other guy on your way out.

On your way back to your firm, you were sure Minho would ask how did you know that guy in his office. You were never the type to explain useless things like that but you got the urge to explain everything to him, you didn't know why, you just did.

Work kept you busy, and you only had time to visit him a few days later, you clocked out early to drop by his firm before going home.

When you arrived at his floor, it was almost empty except for the one in his department, where everyone gathered at the long table and talked.

You stepped closer to ask for Minho but overheard their conversation instead.

You got upset once you realized they were talking about Minho and you, and your little quarrel back in college and how you failed to get accepted in the firm, they thought that was why you kept coming to his office and probably trying to steal his design.

You scoffed and couldn't lie but got upset at their last accusation that was taken out of context, "excuse me!" You said to them.

And they abruptly stopped talking, nervously smiled at you.

"I never plan to-"

Minho suddenly appeared from behind you and cut you off, "what makes you guys so sure she came here to steal my design? Well, I guess you don't know what she's capable of," he snapped.

"If you talk ill about her again, I'll take that personally," he finished, looking at his coworkers one by one in the eyes that they looked down and got quiet.

He pulled your hand and took you to his office, "I'm sorry that you need to hear that," he said to you as he shut the blinds of his office to get some privacy.

You sighed and gripped the handle of your bag so tight your knuckles turned white, "I told you, I hate it when people make me feel like I'm a sore loser," you said to him.

Minho came up to you, "I'm not. I'm just telling the truth," he said.

"Yeah, the truth that you won and I lost,"

Minho's eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion, "why you make it seem like it was only about you losing and me winning? You said it yourself, that none of this was our fault," he told you, almost running out of breath at the end of the sentence.

"Sure, but the way you have to explain everything to them," you paused to catch a deep breath, "I can take care of myself, but of course, you had to come and save me," you scoffed.

Minho got quiet, he knew it was wrong for him to do that, not letting you handle it. He regretted stepping in your battle.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Forget it," you said to him, "I don't even know why I'm here," you headed for the door, but he stopped you, putting a hand around you to stop you on your track.

"I will not let you leave this time," he said to you, holding you back from leaving.

"Minho, let me go," you sternly said to him.

"No," he sternly said back to you.

You sighed and slouched your shoulders against his back, "stop pitying me," you sadly said.

He tightened his hold around you and put another hand across your chest, "you know what I have for you is not pity," he said to you.

You knew he was telling the truth, he cared for you, that was why he did what he did.

"Did you date someone else in these past two years?" He suddenly said, changing the topic.

"Did you meet someone and fall in love?" He asked again.

"Did he treat you better?"

You took his hands off of you and turned around to face him, looking at his face with a layer of sadness on it.

"Was he better than me?" He asked again.

"If this is it about the other day, he was just someone I went on a date once," you said even though you didn't know why you felt obligated to explain.

He nodded and licked his lips, "I know," he answered.

"But is there someone else?" He asked again as if the answer would please him.

You shook your head, "no one else," you answered.

He pulled you into a hug and held you so tight as if you would vanish if he didn't. He sighed repeatedly, relieved and enlightened, he raked your hair with his fingers and drank your scent.

He tilted your head with his fingers under your chin, "I'll be miserable if I can't have you," he said, then pressed a kiss on your lips.

You let your bag drop onto the floor and slipped your hands under his suit jacket and on his warm-clothed body, returning his kiss with the same enthusiasm.

Minho ran his hands down to the back of your thighs and hoisted your body against him, steered both of your bodies to his desk, then sat you down on the desk.

He let go of the kiss, placed his hands around your neck, and softly rubbed your jaw with his thumb, "you're so hot when you're mad," he said with a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes, "should I stay mad at you, then?" You teased.

"You're always hot to me nonetheless," he said while running a thumb over your lips.

"But when you're mad," he hissed, "so, so hot," then brought his lips on you again.

With his lips almost touching yours, you pushed him away from you, and he staggered backward, "fuck you, Minho," you said to him.

"Huh? why? What happened?" He asked, baffled at the turn of the event.

"Fuck you!" You cursed out loud, loud enough for anyone outside the office to hear.

You got off his desk and walked up to him, "Fuck you! I Didn't steal your design!" You shouted at him.

He stood there frozen on his feet, "I didn't say you steal it," he said.

You pushed him until his back hit the wall and made a soft thudding sound.

"You fucking incompetent piece of shit! Why would I steal from you?" You snapped at him, index finger stabbed his chest for every word you enunciated.

He put your hand away, but you were quick to fist the front of his shirt, "Why? Didn't you say you like seeing me mad?" You asked him.

Minho smirked almost devilishly.

He pulled your body and had you pinned to the wall this time, pressing his weight against yours, "And you think you're better than me?" He shouted back at you in a mocking tone, intentionally loud for everyone else to hear.

"You have so much to prove, huh?" He asked with a wicked smile.

"I'm going to win this time," you said to him, grabbing his shirt by its collar.

"You'd better get your big mouth shut for that!" He said, then pressed a haste kiss on you.

A kiss that made both of you thrash around the room, wreaking havoc in his office, your shoes fell off your feet as he lifted your body and sat you back on the desk.

His hand impatiently went under your skirt to palm your clothed core, so warm and delicate under his touch.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, "I want you so much,"

He aggressively inserted his fingers inside your underwear to touch the delicate flesh of your cunt, to see how wet you were for him.

Your hands went to unbuckle his belt and fumbled to open the button that Minho eventually helped you with it, pulled out his erection from his underwear.

You wrapped your hand around his length and gently pumped his length.

You reclined on the desk with a hand propped under you, lifted your legs, and pulled the hem of your skirt until it scrunched up around your hips, all while your eyes fixated on his, just like the sight wasn't tantalizing enough, you spread your legs wide for him.

A lopsided grin bloomed on his face, he felt challenged by you, you pushed just the right button. He put your underwear to the side, exposing your gushing wet hole that he immediately inserted his fingers.

You intentionally clenched around his fingers to give him a taste of what was coming.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

"I can't wait anymore," he said to you, then dragged your body closer, he wet the tip of his cock with your arousal to finally push his length inside.

You hooked your legs around his waist, and with your heels, you pressed his ass, sending him deeper inside you.

He let out a loud groan that you quickly slush him away, "you want everyone to hear, huh?"

He shook his head with jaws clenched, "I don't care," he said to you.

You intentionally clenched, tightened the muscles around him, and successfully earned another loud groan from him that he quickly muffled by pressing his lips together.

"And you said you don't care," you sneered.

He ignored your taunt and began moving, eyes fixated on where his cock going in and out of you. He wondered how you managed to still calm with this overwhelming pleasure, that only made him want to ruin you more, making you a moaning mess on his office desk.

It was him who had a hard time containing his grunts.

"You left the door unlocked, Minho," you taunted him, "someone can walk in on us,"

He pulled you by your neck to sink his mouth on yours as a way to muffle the noises he made.

"You want to let them see you fucking me on your desk?" You asked into his ear.

The more you taunted him, the more aroused he got that his thrusts started to get sloppy.

"Let them see you fucking an enemy?" You taunted him more.

Minho accidentally sucked on your neck so hard as he climaxed, cumming inside you, and gripped the back of your thigh so hard you were sure it would create a mark on the skin. He gave you a slobbering kiss that landed on the corner of your mouth.

"I hate to remind you, but your coworkers are right outside," you reminded him as he pecked your lips repeatedly.

He let go of your lips with a gasp, then looked at your face, "I still want to be inside you," he said to you.

"I'm so full of you right now," you softly whined.

"And I want to keep it that way," he said to you with a dreamy smile.

After gaining his composure back, Minho slowly pulled out of you, his cock had softened and wet from both of your arousals.

He quickly pushed all the cum leaking out of your hole back inside and put your underwear back to its place, softly palming your clothed cunt as he placed a kiss on you.

He pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt back, tucking his shirt inside, and you helped him fix the collar of his shirt.

You got off the table and collected your shoes on the floor, then sat on the headrest of the sofa to put them on, roughly combed your hair next with your fingers after.

Minho noticed the blooming mark on your neck and helped you cover it with your hair.

Minho picked up your bag and handed it to you.

"Don't follow me out of the door," you ordered as you buttoned your coat.

"Why?"

"Because I'm still mad at you," you sharply said.

Minho softly laughed and hugged you from the back, "then I won't let you go until you're not mad anymore,"

You broke out of his hug and turned around, "try me!" You said to him, then got out the door.

You kept walking without looking at his coworkers who were probably wondering what just happened inside.

Minho beat you up to push the elevator to pick you up on his floor, his hair slightly tousled and a sly smirk plastered on his face.

You stood next to each other as you watched the number of the floor change as the elevator went down the building.

"We're supposed to be still mad at each other," you reminded him.

"Why would I still be mad at you?" he asked.

"You're dripping down my thighs," you said to him without turning your head at him.

He didn't reply but shot you a smirk.

The elevator dinged when it arrived, and its door slid open, Minho followed you inside but stayed in its doorway, grabbed you by your elbow, moved his hand to your neck, "be careful," he said to you.

"Goodnight," he added, then gave your lips a quick peck.

He stepped away and let the elevator door slide shut, disappeared behind the chamber.

And you got a taste of what it felt like when you closed the gate of your house at him.

-

The deadline was less than two weeks away, your mind had been occupied with work and more work, even when you were resting at home you felt bad for it, wasting the time you could have spent on working.

You knew this side of yourself, once you were into something, you put your everything on it, you either go all in or nothing, never do it half-heartedly.

You were getting back from a team meeting when you saw Minho had been waiting on your desk.

It was the only good thing that happened that day, the smile he gave you as you made your way to him.

"Come with me," you ordered.

You took him to the balcony where employees go to to have a cigarette smoke between works, there was a little garden and a few benches to sit on, you sat on the one that face the city view.

You sighed, feeling good for taking a little break after tirelessly working for hours.

"I see that you're busy," he said to you.

"Aren't you should be busy too?"

He sighed, "yeah,"

"But I want to see you," he added.

You reclined on the bench and rested your head on his shoulder, it felt nice to rely on someone even for a fleeting moment.

Minho put an arm around you, making you feel embraced.

"Minho, we can't keep doing this," you said to him.

"Doing what?"

"Keep seeing each other," you answered.

"The deadline is nearing, and I don't have time to focus on something else," you explained.

"That I agree," he said while rubbing your shoulder.

"You know that once I'm starting something, I will put everything in me into it," you furtherly explained.

"I know," he nodded in acknowledgment.

Minho sighed, he understood what you meant, that he shouldn't be seeing you and vice versa, and that both of you should put your focus on the project.

"I will stop seeing you," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

"Only until the deadline," he said to you, shot you a playful smirk, "when the deadline ends, you can't stop me from seeing you,"

You closed your eyes and chuckled, "unbelievable!" You breathlessly muttered.

You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company in between chaotic hours of work.

It was hard for Minho not to see you for a while, it was even harder to part with you and not be able to kiss you, or just held your hand.

It was the right thing to do.

Minho also had a hard time focusing on work when his head was filled with you. At least not seeing you, helped him put all of his attention on it, working and doing his best to get the best outcome.

It wasn't hard to find his motivation back, to win, to prove himself, to be acknowledged for what he do best.

When the work took its toll on him, that was when he needed you.

He drove to your house after getting off late from work and rang your doorbell. It took you a while to open the gate and find him there, eyes shrunken in exhaustion like the life was sucked out of him.

"I thought we agreed not to-"

Without letting you finish your sentence, he put his hands around you and held you close, melted into your arms that made his worries evaporate into thin air.

"I know," he mumbled.

"I need to see you," he said to you.

He sounded so worn out that you felt bad for stopping him, you held him back instead, slipping your hands underneath his coat and putting your hand on his back.

Minho put his coat around you, enveloping both of your bodies in his coat, and stayed like that, in the quiet of the night except for the constant buzzing sound of the streetlight shining down on you.

"I miss you so much," he said at your face with eyes closed as if it was painful to admit it.

And you couldn't deny the fact that you missed him too: his smart mouth, his sly smirks, his intense gaze, his presence in your life that made your life a little easier, whole and content.

You tilted your head up at him and looked into his eyes, which overflowed with so much warmth and affection for you.

"I miss you too," you said back.

Minho smiled and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips that made the mounting misery of not seeing you disappear in a second.

"You want to come in?" You asked him.

Minho would say yes right away if he hadn't promised you.

He shook his head even though he had been dying for you to invite him in, "I'll be a gentleman and wait until the deadline ends," he answered.

You nodded, "Correct answer!"

He jerked his head back, "wait, that was a test isn't it?" He asked.

You shrugged.

"And I passed?"

You shrugged again.

He groaned while you chuckled at him, he tightened his hold around you, pecked on your lips, and kissed you to get as much taste of it to last him until he could see you again.

"You'd better get back inside, it's freezing," he said to you.

"Okay," you said.

He reluctantly put his hands away from you and let you step out of his hug, watched you get inside the gate, and said, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He said back.

He stood there for a moment to relish the feeling of having you around him. He just realized how much your presence meant to him, like breathing a new life into him, making him want to do better and better.

Only a few days away, he said to himself. A few nights of sleep away then he'll be able to see you as much as he wanted, and at that moment, Minho's goal slightly changed, not to win but to have you back.

-

A day before the deadline, you came by his office and it puzzled him because it was so unlike you to break your promise. He saw you waiting by the lounge, sitting on the single sofa in the corner of the room with your purse on your lap.

"Hey," he greeted as he sat on the sofa across from you, "I didn't expect to see you today. Deadline is tomorrow," he said.

You smiled at him, "last-minute enemy intrusion," you joked.

"Let me get you a cup of coffee," he offered.

"No, please," you kindly refused, "I won't be long," you added.

He sat back down, took your hand, and clasped it with his, "what is it?" He asked, in slight concern.

You licked your lips and looked into his eyes that stared back at you with so much anticipation, "I just came back from turning in my design," you began, "I had to do an early presentation because I have to leave for a business trip,"

The smile on his face slowly faded, "you're going to leave me, are you? Like two years ago," he asked, squeezing your hand and clasped it tighter around his.

You softly smiled, "why would I bother telling you if I'm going to leave you?" you said.

Minho leaned forward on his seat, propped his elbows on his knees, "don't leave!" He sadly said.

"I'll only leave for a week," you said to him, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

"And you come here to tell me that?" He asked.

Minho couldn't hide his gleeful smiles, feeling giddy because it felt like he had just unlocked a new level in the relationship.

You shook your head, "I come here to say good luck!"

He chuckled, couldn't contain his glee anymore.

"Cause you seem to really need it," you added with eyes squinted at him, "a lot,"

He burst out laughing and hissed, "you really do come to break my spirit, huh?"

You shrugged and subtly smirked at him.

He walked you until you were both outside his firm, hailed a taxi for you. Knowing that you would be out of reach for a few days, he grabbed your hand, not letting you in the taxi yet, taking a look at you, and got the urge to touch you, but he knew you wouldn't like that.

He looked at you for a while with a hand squeezed your elbow, "gosh, I want to kiss you so much," he muttered under his breath.

You softly smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Good luck!" You said to him again then got in the back of the taxi.

After your taxi had left, Minho stood there still reeling from the kiss you just gave him, out in the open, with people walking around the firm, in the middle of the day.

One kiss was all it took to get him through the day but not enough to last until the day you come back.

He turned in the design and gave a presentation on the following day, he felt relieved because he put his best into it and that he regretted nothing, no matter what the outcome would be.

All he could think about was you.

How he missed you.

How badly he needed to hold you to melt his weariness away.

When he came to the office the following week, people cheered for him and it got him questioning himself.

Everyone seemed to know that it would be him just like they expected, his design got selected, in other words, he won it, he proved himself, he reached his goal.

As everyone celebrated his achievement, he got this feeling tugged in his chest, he should be happy about his winning, but why it didn't excite him like he thought it would.

What is winning without someone to share it? Someone who knew the struggle, the pain that came by sacrificing everything on it, and gave him the support he never knew he needed.

When everyone left for the day, Minho sat on his chair and looked out of his window in his office.

Celebrating his winning on his own and the burden that went away with it. Winning wasn't always about gaining, it was also about losing.

His cellphone rang on his desk, and he picked it up.

"Congratulations!" That was the first word you said to him s soon as he picked up.

He smiled knowing that it was you, "Thank you," he said, he wasn't exactly feeling grateful for beating you but he knew how you hated being treated like a sore loser.

"I miss you! Come back already!" He muttered, he needed you more than being acknowledged for his achievement.

"Why? Are you going to treat this loser for some drinks?" You playfully asked through the phone.

"You are anything but a loser," he told you.

"And yes, I'll bring a bottle,"

You lightly chuckled, "Then come down!"

"Huh?"

"I'll be waiting by your car," you said.

Minho jolted on his seat and sat up straight, "you're here?"

"Don't make me wait too long, Minho," you gave him a vague answer.

Minho frantically gathered his things around his office and punched the button on the elevator as if it would get him down faster.

When the door slid open, he broke into a jog and went to where he parked his car with you leaning against the side of the car.

His heart burst with happiness like he just received his real prize for winning.

He ran to you and crashed himself with you, hugged you and lifted you off of your feet, held you in the air for a moment before putting you back down.

You opened your mouth to speak but he was quick to shut you up with a kiss, a titillating kiss that conveyed how much he misses you.

"Let's get you home," he said as soon as he broke the kiss.

You looked at him with your lips wet from his kiss, "Okay," you answered.

Minho had been waiting for this moment, he stood behind you as you unlocked the gate of your house then pushed it open.

He followed you inside, crossed the small garden, then climbed the stairs that led to the front door of the house, you inserted the passcode until it beeped open.

You swung the door open and stepped away to let him in, "please, come in!" You said to him.

He shot you a smile, then walked in, took off his shoes, and slipped into slippers.

He looked around the living room while you went to the kitchen to get some drinks, looking at the framed pictures of you with your family on the wall, and saw the one when you were still a toddler, playing sand on a beach.

"I am well aware that I wasn't a cute kid back then," you said when you returned with glasses and a small bucket of ice cubes, then put down a sealed bottle of whiskey.

Minho sat on the sofa and volunteered to open the bottle, "I'm sorry. I should be the one treating you to a drink," he said.

"No problem. I happen to have a lot of alcohol but no time to drink them," you responded.

You put two ice cubes on his glass and none in yours, Minho shot you a sly smile because you still remember how he likes his drink.

He clangs his glass with yours, took sips of your drinks almost at the same time, slightly hissing when you gulped it down in one go and the alcohol burned down your throat.

"Congratulations, once again," you said again as you refilled your glass.

Then clang your glass with his in his hand, gulped it again at once.

You glanced at him, and he was giving you this look, one that was so familiar, "don't give me that pitying look, Minho," you said to him and put down your glass.

"I'm not," he denied.

You lightly chuckled, "Look, you didn't owe me anything, you won because you did it on your own. It came from your pure hard work and your competence, you did it, you won!" You said to him, squeezing his hand on his lap.

"And you know what? You didn't have to prove anyone anything, you only need to prove it to yourself," you added.

You shifted on your seat, slightly facing him with one leg folded on the sofa, "you just did, and that's enough," you finished with a comforting smile.

Minho didn't realize it until you told him this, that he didn't need to prove anyone anything, everything that he sought all these times was not winning but proving it to himself.

His heart swelled with so much pride for himself, and it felt like the burden he put himself in vanished into thin air.

He reached for your cheek, caressed it with so much love, feeling so grateful and lucky he had someone like you who understood him.

He leaned in and kissed you, he put all of these nice feelings inside of him and put them all into the kiss.

"I'm so in love with you," he said against your lips.

He didn't waste time to kiss you again, drew your body close, and closed the gap between your bodies. Kissed you more, harder, deeper until his lungs screamed for oxygen.

He was so lost in the moment, he didn't hear his cellphone ringing in his jacket.

"Minho, your phone is ringing," you said to him.

He sighed, reluctantly letting go of the kiss but still holding you close, he picked up the phone.

You lay your hand flat on his chest as you watched him talk into the phone, he looked back at you, then at your hand that played with the button of his shirt.

You moved your hand down lower to feel the taut muscles of his stomach through the fabric, all the while maintaining your eyes with his.

Your hand went lower, touching the metal buckle of his belt, and he shot you a subtle glare as he kept talking into the phone.

You quickly withdrew yourself and sat up on the sofa to pour yourself a drink, just a little, and gulped it down.

Minho grabbed your hand when he thought you were about to leave him on the sofa, you shot him a smile and went kneeling on the floor facing him.

He shook his head at you, sensed that you were up to no good.

But that didn't stop you from unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down, taking out his semi-hard member from its confine.

Minho watched it all while trying to keep his tone as he continued speaking through the phone, stifled a sigh when you wrapped your hand around his length and began softly pumping it, up and down.

"Not fair," he mouthed to you.

You took an ice cube from the bucket and put it in your mouth, crushed it with your teeth until it became tiny little shards in your mouth.

Minho's eyes widened when he saw you slowly bring your mouth close to his cock and put it in your mouth, couldn't help but let out a moan when he felt the cold of the ice around him that electrified and aroused him at the same time.

He could only hope the person he was speaking to didn’t know what he was dealing with, having your head between his legs, kneeling, and opening your mouth wide to take all of his length.

Minho struggled to contain his groans, he could only mumble his answers through the phone, inhaled, and exhaled a long breathe once in a while to calm himself down as his cock was fully buried inside your mouth, cold and hot, wet and slick.

He let his head fall back on the headrest of the sofa, having a hard time focusing on talking on the phone with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His hand went to put your hair away into a makeshift ponytail with one hand from covering such an enticing sight. The other one was busy holding his phone, keeping it pressed close to his ear.

You looked up through your lashes at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

Minho couldn't handle it, he quickly muttered goodbye to whomever he was talking to on the phone and put the phone away.

"Can't even wait for me to finish my phone call, huh?" He asked you, placing a hand on your jaw and softly rubbing it with his thumb.

You hummed your answer, and the vibration made him buck his hips against your, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat.

Minho cursed under his breath when he pulled his cock out of your mouth, followed by strings of his cum dribbled down your chin.

The view of it made his cock twitch in an instant, he saw the white of his cum on your tongue then watched you swallow it all down.

"Fuck," he cursed out loud, the profanity echoed in the living room.

He roughly got you up from the floor by your elbows and sat you down on his lap, "you're so..." he couldn't find the perfect word to describe the way you unexpectedly act. It never crossed his mind that you would kneel, having to see your head between his legs and sucking him off.

"Unexpected?"

"Full of surprises, more like," he corrected.

He kissed you hastily, tasting your cold mouth, you and his cum in you. His hands fumbled to unbutton your blouse that he impatiently ripped open, you were sure one or two buttons were flying off when he did.

He tossed the blouse away, unclasped your bra without hassle, then hand took an ice cube from the bucket, chewing on it as you did earlier.

"Payback time?" You asked him.

He nodded and opened his mouth to take your breast into his mouth.

The cold of the ice welcomed you, raised the goosebumps all over your body, and woke all of your senses at once.

You didn't hold back from moaning, you looked at how his mouth wrapped around your nipple and sucked on your breast.

You put your hair away, then put your hands on his shoulders, watching him do the same to your other breast, the melting ice dripping down from the corner of his mouth to your chest.

You slowly grind on him, your clothed core against his bulge under you, lowly moaning with mounting tension.

"My room is upstairs," you told him as you slipped your hand into his hair.

"Do you think you can carry me there?" You asked him.

There's just something so satisfying about proving anyone wrong, and Minho lived for that.

He let go of your breast with a loud pop, leaving your nipples red and swollen, wet with his saliva and melting ice.

Taking you to bed would be nothing," he said to you and confidently got up from the sofa, lifting you along with him.

You gasped as he hoisted you higher, hooked your legs around his waist, and hands looped around his neck, clung onto him as he climbed the stairs that led to your room.

He kicked open the door of your bedroom, making you giggle because he didn't want to let go of you for a mere second.

His impatient hands stripped your clothes off of you and as well as his, then crashed his naked body at you until you both toppled onto the bed.

Minho had wanted on fucking you for a long time, and that notion became true got him overwhelmed that his hands aimlessly touching you and kissing anything that he could put his mouth on.

You took the lead, had him pinned under you, lowered yourself to kiss him down while holding your hair from hitting his face.

"I dream of you on top of me," he said to you.

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

You grind on him for a moment before taking his length in your hand and aligning yourself with him, your eyes fixated on his face while his on where his cock slowly disappeared into you.

When he fully inside you, you let out a delightful sigh, blissfully smiling, "so perfect," you hummed, "so perfect inside me," you said to him with a dreamy sigh.

Grunts spilled out of his mouth as you moved on top of him, rolled your hips in a circular motion, slowly grind on him, bounced so hard with your breasts going along with the motions.

"Is this how you dream it?" You softly asked him with your hands on his chest.

He rubbed your forearm, "Even better," he sighed.

ou seductively smiled at him, then tilted your head up, took his hands, and led them to where you wanted him to touch you: all over.

You lay one foot flat on the bed to gain some leverage to go deeper, your eyes screwed shut as your orgasm came closing in.

Minho steadily held your waist, preventing you from falling to the side.

You moaned out loud.

Minho could listen to it on repeat, and he would never get tired of it.

"You're so beautiful when you moan like that," he murmured.

You clenched around him, tighter and tighter, your legs grew weak then a burst of immense pleasure surged throughout your body like a wildfire.

You toppled to the side, and Minho didn't waste time to take over from there, he turned you over on the bed and lifted you by your waist, jutting your ass up in the air.

With a hand on your hips to keep you still and steady, he pushed his length into you again.

He heard you cry into the pillow, his cock entering your still sensitive walls from the previous orgasm.

He began moving, slow and steady, angling your body as he pleased by your hips.

He lowered himself behind you, brought his mouth close to your ear, "Did someone fuck you in those two years without me?" He asked you.

"Did he fuck you better than I do?"

One hand went under to play with your clit, "No one can fuck you better than I do," he remarked, his hot breath tickling your ear when he spoke.

You didn't reply but clutched your pillow under you, moaning and screaming into it.

"You keep clenching around me," he said, gripping your hips so tight, "you want me to cum so fast?"

Minho got lost in it, at how good you felt around his cock that he thrusting into you at a relentless pace, one hand went to the nape of your neck, pushing your head onto the pillow.

"You feel so good, oh, fuck," he said between his grunts.

"I'm going to cum so hard and fill you up,"

And picked up his pace by putting all of his strength into the thrusts until he cum inside you, cock twitching and jamming it so deep inside you as he released his seed.

Without pulling out of you, he lowered himself, kissing your back and angled your head so he could kiss your face.

He heard your sniffles muffled by the pillow and got panicked, "are you crying?"

Your eyes were wet with tears that he could see the wet of your tears on the pillow, he wiped your tears with the back of his hand.

"Are you okay?"

"Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head and looked over your shoulder,

"That was just so good," you honestly answered.

Minho let out a mix of sighs and chuckle as he removed the hair that stuck to your face, "that good, huh?"

He took your hand and intertwined it with his on the bed, lay beside you as he put your body to the side so he could spoon you without pulling out of you, he kissed your bare shoulder repeatedly until you calmed down.

"I never cried from having sex before," you admitted.

"Trust me that it never feels this good to me before," he said to you.

"I believe it feels that good because it's with you," he added, then kissed the skin behind your ear.

You smiled hearing his comforting words tinted with so many endearments for you.

You closed your eyes, let the warmth of his body and the touches he gave you, lulled you to sleep.

-

You woke up with his hands touching your body, mouth kissing the column of your throat, and when he saw your eyes fluttering open, he smiled then whispered, "good morning,"

You saw the pale sunshine shining through the window behind him.

"Can't help yourself, I see," you mumbled.

He smiled with his mouth on your neck, "I want you so much," he murmured.

You softly smiled at him, you knew he didn't need your answer, he was just seeking your permission to go further.

Even with your head was still clouded with sleep, you could feel how pleasurable it was to have him inside you again.

"Mmh yeah, so good," he murmured.

You hummed with your eyes closed, putting a hand around his neck, and softly scratched the hair on the back of his head. He kissed your open mouth and his hips pulsating into you at a painstakingly slow pace.

You looked at his face that hovered a few inches above you, "Remind me how did we get here?" You asked him out of the blue

He breathlessly laughed, "from enemies to lovers?"

"So cliché," you commented while rolling your eyes.

Your cellphone rang from the bedside table, you stretched out your hand and groped around the table to see it was a call from work.

"Don't do anything funny," you said to him, then accepted the call.

Minho took this opportunity to his advantage.

He picked up the pace of his thrust and went as shallow as possible while looking down at your face.

You pressed your lips together to muffle your moans and talked as little as possible into the phone.

When you talked into the phone, Minho intentionally pulled out only to jam his cock back inside that a loud moan accidentally slipped past your mouth.

"Oh my God," you exclaimed while still on the phone.

"Can I call you later?" You spoke into the phone and hung up before you could receive an answer.

You put your phone away and held him close, "you're vengeful," you muttered.

He smirked then kissed you, "We're tied now," he announced.

You kissed him back, "yeah, but you'd better finish soon cause I have a meeting to go to," you informed.

Minho glanced at the clock on your bedside table, "oh yeah, me too," he said.

He groaned, then sank his mouth on you again, hips incessantly thrusting into you, and you hooked your legs around his waist, arching your back to let him penetrate deeper.

"Wait," you said into his lips.

"What?"

"Don't tell me you're participating in the design for that new art gallery?" You wildly guessed.

Minho pulled away from the kiss and scoffed, he didn't say anything but nodded.

"Oh, I guess we're going for another round," he said.

You brought his face close by his neck, placed a haste, slobbering kiss on his lips.

"well, let's finish this round first, shall we?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

And Minho likes it when you challenge him like this.

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Chan

warnings: cum eating, cumplay, unprotected sex, mentions of degrading porn, use of the word ‘cumslut,' mentions of jerking off

Chan’s never had a taste of his cum before he’s met you. Well, not in front of another person, at least.

Often, he’d jerk off in the comfort of his bed, cum spraying over his stomach and chest as he watched porn. The women in the videos he watched would call the guy pathetic for coming, tease him about coming fast, get angry about the men coming in or on them, and then make the men suck, lick, and eat their cum off their hot bodies, or even better, from their gorgeous pussies.

So, Chan’s fingers would occasionally move down, scoop up a bit of the sticky substance, and bring it up to his mouth so he could suck on his own fingers, which would get him going again. But, that only happened because he imagined the women from the videos asking him to do it, getting off on the fact that he’s so depraved and pathetic that he’d actually listen.

Chan has never been able to share this fantasy with a partner because it felt a bit weird. Not everyone wants to eat their own cum. In fact, he doesn’t even want it—it’s just something that turns him on. He doesn’t do it every time nor is it a necessity, but sometimes he does, and a lot of times, he wants to eat his cum off of you.

The first time it happens, it’s not on purpose. As if you know what really gets your boyfriend going, you kiss him right after he blows his load into your mouth, letting him taste his cum on your tongue. “You don’t mind kissing me after coming in my mouth?” you jokingly ask, and Chan winces at the idea.

“Don’t you kiss me after I give you head?” he makes a point and grins. “I don’t mind.”

After that, you start kissing him after sucking him off to completion, and you do it often. This one time, you don’t swallow any of it. Instead, you straddle Chan so you can kiss him and let the liquid drip from your mouth into his as you two make out, tongues playing.

His cum is everywhere because of how hungrily you kiss him, tongue licking every part of his mouth. All of that causes cum to spill out of your mouths and drip down both your chins. Some of it even ends up on your chest, which he immediately smears over your nipple with his thumb. So fucking hot.

Chan’s cock gets hard right under your crotch, and you hum knowingly. “Like being dirty, hm?” you tease, moving your hand down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around it. He’s just come inside of your mouth, but he wants to do it again when you talk to him that way, especially when his cum is dripping down your and his chin.

“Y-yeah,” Chan gets himself to admit, even though he’s sure he’s blushing.

He is already so hard. Your touch feels intense but amazing at the same time, and Chan doesn’t want you to stop, even though his eyes are tearing up when you start jerking him off. “Aw, baby...” you say teasingly, eyes locked with his. “I didn't know you were such a cumslut.”

His cock twitches in your hand, a desperate whine leaving his throat. “I... Fuck.” You’re so dirty, and he knows it’s just for him, which makes the whole thing so much better.

You trace the drop of cum down his chin, scoop it up, and bring your finger up to his mouth. “Suck on it for me, show me how much you like being nasty.” Chan does it without even having to think about it, taking your index finger in up to the knuckle, swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard.

Now, you know he enjoys it so you let him do it whenever. It’s not something he likes talking about, so you don’t push the topic. But, whenever he fills you up, you get on all fours and stick your ass out or lie down and spread your legs so Chan can eat you out and suck him cum out of you.

“Come, baby,” you call, thighs spreading for him. “Clean up the mess you’ve made.”

Chan has no problem getting on his knees next to the bed, grabbing you by your thighs, and pulling your crotch into his face. The second his tongue licks a stripe up your slit and he feels how swollen you are because of him, how good he’s fucked you, how big of a load he gave your little cunt, he grunts and sticks his tongue inside of you, sucking until you stop him. 

He loves it even more when it’s mixed with your juices, the musky taste stays on his tongue long after you two are done fucking. Chan feels so small for having to suck his cum out of you, but at the same time, he gets so much pleasure out of it that he can’t even explain it to you. Judging by the way you smirk at him, you know.

Minho

warnings: unprotected sex, filming sexual intercourse, fingering, use of the term ‘good girl,’ unprotected sex, creampie, slight cumplay, mentions of masturbation

“Spread those legs for me,” Minho grunts at you, cock hard and standing upright as his eyes focus on your cunt. “Let me see all of you.”

You do as he tells you, pushing your thighs apart even though the pressure his thumb is applying to your clit makes you want to keep your thighs pressed together. Minho knows he can fuck you well, but he just loves watching you fall apart under him like this. A couple of fast flicks of your clit can get you to beg for his cock. “Good girl,” he coos, rewarding you by moving his thumb faster.

You try to muffle the noises, but he tsks at you and slaps your clit hard, sending a rush of intense pleasure through you. “Baby, let me hear you. Want to get off to how pretty you sound for me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whine, bucking your hips into nothing. “Please.”

“I’ll make you come, don’t worry,” your boyfriend hums at you, returning his thumb to its earlier position before he starts rubbing you just the way you like it.

Minho zooms in, focusing on your slit, how wet you look, how your still unstretched hole clenches desperately around nothing as his thumb makes you orgasm.

The sounds that fill his ears are perfect and they make his cock leak precum against your thigh as he stays above you, focusing the camera on your wet slit. “That’s a good girl,” he compliments you, pressing his palm against your slit and rubbing gently. “So good for me, cream for me whenever I want... You know what good girls get, right?”

You listen to him and moan as you usually would if the camera wasn't there.

“Fucked?” you suggest with a warm smile, and Minho thinks about just throwing the camera to the side and fucking you silly. But, it’s what he wanted. He films these short videos of you for his own private collection. Whenever he misses you or gets horny, Minho plays one of them and comes like crazy every time. How could he not when you always look and sound so sweet?

Before tonight, you didn’t let him film your pussy, asking him to do it from the side or in a way that doesn’t show your most private part. Because Minho keeps telling you how hard the videos get him or how he uses them to get off when you or him are on a business trip, you told him he can film you naked, and he’s doing that right now.

“Yes, baby, fucked,” Minho responds, removing his now wet palm from your slit and wrapping it around his cock, spreading your juices across its length, focusing on the very tip. When it’s wet enough, Minho smacks his dick against your slit, zooming out to ensure he gets it all on tape. “Want to feel me in you?”

“Please, Minho,” you clench your ass and thighs as you moan at him, hips slightly lifting off the bed. “Please, fuck me.”

“I will, baby,” he says gently before pushing the very tip in. Fuck, does it look good on tape—his cock stretching you, inch by inch, until it’s inside of you fully. Then, Minho pulls it out slowly until the tip peeks out just to shove it back in. “Good?”

“Minho, it’s perfect,” you moan back, and he thrusts a bit faster at the sound of his name. He just knows how quickly hearing you moan his name will make him come when he’s alone in his hotel bedroom with his hand around his cock and his eyes glued to the video of your tight pussy taking him well. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, baby,” he hums, placing his hand on your thigh so he can grab it and pull you into his frame even more, allowing his cock to sink into you even deeper. “Now be good and buck your hips into me, hm? Fuck yourself for me for a while... Let me watch you make yourself feel good. Want to know how good my cock makes you feel.”

Minho already knows it’s the best tape he’s ever made when you start doing what he’s asked of you, your eyes glued to his, cunt clenching and releasing around him. “Such a nice dick,” you hiss at him, smacking your hips into his. “So nice and hard.”

“Just for you,” Minho hums and pats your thigh gently. In reality, he can’t wait for you both to come so he can turn the camera off and kiss you for hours to show you how happy he is you’re letting him film you in this state.

When he fills you up, Minho continues filming. He pulls his cock out and asks you to spread your legs wide, which you do. He then zooms in on the drop of cum that’s spilling out of you. Soon enough, another one follows and Minho just has to touch you, scoop the cum up, and push it inside of you. Then, he pushes his fingers in and spreads them, allowing the camera a look inside your now swollen cunt that looks so perfect when pumped full of his cum.

Changbin

warnings: panty wearing, dry humping, unprotected sex

Everyone who knows Changbin thinks he’s such a manly guy. Broad shoulders, defined back, pecs for days, strong legs, even stronger arms... He’s got it all. Men go to the gym wanting to walk out with a body like his.

He looks and smells great, he’s a gentleman, women love him—he’s what society thinks men should be. Because of this, his stupid little desire makes him feel so gross. It’s not gross when other people do it, but it is when it is Changbin, the manly guy, the guy who has no trouble throwing you over his shoulder just to show you he can, who’s so big and strong, who sounds so manly.

He’s not sure how or where it started, but the idea has been in his head for a long time. Slowly, it progressed into something more. It’s just the bottoms he likes—the way they hug his body and make him get goosebumps, the way the material presses into his skin, how the lace allows him to see his cock underneath.

There’s also something very hot about seeing his dick grow hard under the material, the erection becoming prominent, his cockhead poking out, right next to his hip, as if it is too big to be contained by a piece of fabric like this.

And then, you catch him wearing them, and Changbin feels like his life is over. You walk into the room when he is in the lacy ones, just sitting and rubbing himself over them slowly, soiling them with precum. Changbin’s scared you’ll think he’s a pervert and break up with him, but you don’t seem to mind, somehow.

“I do think you need to go a size bigger,” you say after you two talk about it for a while, his cheeks burning red. You reach in and wrap your fingers around his tip, which is still poking out of his underwear. “You’re spilling out of these. Might look weird if someone notices this going on under your pants.”

That’s when he tells you he doesn’t wear them out, ever. It’s just something he does from time to time to get himself off. “Like feeling pretty, huh?” you suggest as if you understand where he is coming from.

“Uhm, I think so,” Changbin nods, gulping.

“It’s the same for me,” you admit, which kind of surprises him. “I wear the regular cotton ones almost all the time, but sometimes, when I want to feel good, I wear the lace ones. Or the silky ones. Or the ones you got me, with a hole.”

His cock twitches at the memory of you wearing the strappy underwear with a slit over the crotch for easier access. They hug your hips just right but allow him to see the main prize, to get his mouth full of cunt, push his cock into it while you wear the panties which he tugs at when he goes down on you.

Minutes later, when he’s on his back on the bed, wearing nothing but lacy underwear, you shift his dick inside his panties so it points to his belly button. Then, you get on top of him, naked, grinning as you sit down on him over the fabric.

“Fuck, baby,“ he hisses when he feels you’re soaking through the lace, your juices wetting the fabric and his dick under it. “Just like that.”

“Feels good, mhm?” you tease as you grind into him, dragging your cunt across his shaft, leaving a wet trail behind.

It feels amazing, this tiny piece of fabric that's separating you two, that's getting soaked with every grind of your eager hips into him, your movements letting Changbin know you want him.

The next time you two play this game, you gift Changbin a pair that fits him perfectly because you bought it from a store that sells underwear for his body type. Not only that, but the underwear has a hole right around his dick, which means he can keep it all on and fuck you, which he’s doing right now.

Changbin wants to fuck you so hard you’re sore tomorrow, just to thank you for being so perfect for him and not judging. Someone else might have found it strange to see their big, manly boyfriend dressed in pink lace, cock hard and leaking at the sight, but not you, which is why Changbin wants to give you everything.

You seem to like the way the fabric feels against your skin when his hips smack into yours. “Look so hot wearing those,” you hiss at him, fingers digging into his shoulders. “So fucking big and hot… They make you look so fucking pretty, babe… So big in them.”

“Yeah?” He almost giggles at your compliment. Changbin wants you to find him hot and beefy and big, he loves knowing you feel safe and protected around him, even if he likes wearing feminine underwear here and there. “Like having a big man in pretty underwear fuck you?”

“Love it,” you grunt in response, getting lost in pleasure. “Pink’s really your color, baby.”

Hyunjin

warnings: fantasies of of sharing partners and running a train on someone, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating

Hyunjin loves you too much to ever share you with anyone. He’s just not the type of man who could watch some other guy fuck you right in front of him, someone else pleasure you the way only Hyunjin should know how, someone else making you scream and cry for them.

He would never do that. 

Yet, it’s all he can think about. Hyunjin wants to have you after someone’s used you, wants to feel you stretched out because of someone else’s cock, wants to feel cum in you, feel like someone’s been there before him. At the same time, he wants no one else to touch you, scared of getting replaced, scared of losing you, of ruining this good, good thing you two have that’s based on a lot more than just carnal pleasures.

It would sound weird, to say the least, so he never wants to tell you about this. What if you start thinking Hyunjin wants to bring other people into the mix or that he doesn't care about you enough or that you're not on the same wavelength? Sharing this stupid kink could cost him your relationship, and the stakes are too high.

But, he tells you about it when you two get drunk and you drive him wild with your kisses and touches, asking him if there is anything you can do to make him feel even better. You're so fucking thankful whenever Hyunjin touches you, so willing to please when he makes you come a couple of times in a row, and he knows you'd really do anything for him in that state of mind.

So, he says it, making your jaw drop. “You...” your voice cracks, so you clear your throat and try again. “You want me to fuck other men?”

It takes Hyunjin a while to explain that he doesn't want you to fuck someone else—he just wants to think that you have. They’re two different things. He doesn't think you really get it, but at least you don't dump him. Instead, you tell him you'll think about it.

His attraction to this scenario is still there, but you seem to be ignoring it. That is, until he comes over to your place one day to find you waiting for him in bed, naked, legs spread wide. Your cunt is swollen and stretched, white gooey liquid dripping out of it and onto your ass cheeks.

“Come fuck me,” you tell him so seductively he gets naked and throws himself on top of you without even asking who stretched your pussy and filled it up. It's so fucking sexy, all of it. 

“Not tight enough?” you ask the question when he slips inside of you with ease, the motion causing such squelching that Hyunjin can't control his moans. 

He grunts at you, “Y-you’re always so tight.”

“Even when I'm fucked out and full of cum?” you question, and Hyunjin knows it's all for him. You love him so much you want him to have whatever he wants.

He hums in response and starts nibbling on your neck as he fucks into you, every quick thrust causing more cum to spill out you, the room quickly filling up with wet, lewd sounds.

“Can you feel how much there is?”

“So much,” he simply says, feeling a bit embarrassed about not saying much. This is everything he needs, and yet you're doing all the work—he's just shoving his cock into you hungrily.

“Do you like it, baby?” you coo, hands gripping him tight as he starts pumping into you faster. “Like fucking my used cunt?”

Hearing you refer to your own body that way makes him dizzy, head filling up with crazy fantasies, heart full of love for you. “So fucking much!” he moans and pants. “There's s-so much... Like they ran a train on you and just kept giving you cum.”

You bite down on his shoulder and moan loudly. “Can't wait to take your cum too, Hyunjin... You always give me the biggest loads and leave me gaping and swollen.”

“Fuck, baby,” Hyunjin moans at you as he speeds up, feeling his high approaching already. “Gonna take my load too? Let me dump my cum in your sweet little cunt? Hm? Even if you're so fucked out and full of jizz already?”

“I’m gonna take all of it, baby, keep giving it to me all night.”

He shakes as your words push him over the edge, voice cracking as his cum shoots into you, body twitching at the idea of using you after other men have fucked you, giving you cum while you're full of it already. 

The second Hyunjin calms down, he kisses you. “You're so good to me,” he nudges your cheek with his nose before kissing it, “so good and sweet and hot. Let me make you come now, hm?”

It's just his cum mixed with the fake cum you ordered online, stretched by the dildo you've bought for this occasion, but Hyunjin eats it all as he gives you head and makes you come, which gets him so hard he wants to scream.

Jisung

warnings: watching porn together (mentions of creampies, strangers watching), mutual masturbation, use of the word ‘slut’

Jisung rarely jerks off when you’re in bed with him, but tonight, he's too tired and lazy to get up and go to the bathroom, and you’ve been fast asleep for hours. He gets his phone out, lowers the volume as much as possible, and gets his cock out of his boxers.

The woman on screen says all kinds of kinky shit to the guy, and Jisung moves his hand faster, dying to come and just fall asleep. Out of the blue, you prop yourself up on your elbow, and he's suddenly wide awake, so shocked he can't even lock his phone to stop playing the video.

“So fucking horny all the time,” you groan at him, taking the phone from his hand. Jisung gulps as he eyes you, waiting for your reaction. He's watching some weird shit and jerking off right next to you—you’re probably pissed.

Two minutes later, his phone is connected to the TV and you’re both staring at the screen after you softly inform him you want to watch porn and see what he likes.

As the woman spreads her leg and pussy so the guy can come in and on it, he gets flustered and responds, “Ah, this is uhm, this is not what I want, I just...”

Jisung never wants you to think he wants you to act like all the women in the videos he watches, never.

“You don't want me to spread myself like that for you?” you suggest with a smirk that makes his dick twitch against his bare stomach.

“I, I mean, if you want it, I'd love to, but it's not what I need.” Jisung sound so pathetic, and yet you grin.

Somehow, you end up being just as depraved as him and rest against the headboard. Once you're naked from the waist down, you spread your legs and sneak a glance his way. “Touch, baby.”

Jisung’s hand is shaking as he moves it to your cunt, and he hisses when discovering how wet you already are. The second his fingers touch your clit, you moan loudly, and Jisung knows it’s all actually fine—you enjoy it as much as he does.

While the people on the screen continue fucking, the guy pushing his huge dick into the cunt he's just filled up, you wrap your fingers around his not-so-huge one, grunting as if it was the best cock you've touched. “So hard for me, Ji...”

“Fucking always,” he admits, hissing when his fingers enter you and your walls clench around them. “Mhm, baby, you want it that badly?”

“It?” you ask him, squeezing his cock, eyes fixated on the screen. “Always.”

Even though you say that, neither one of you moves—you both sit in bed, backs against the headboard, legs spread as the other one pleasures you with fingers. You spit on yours so they can glide up and down his cock, paying special attention to his cockhead.

“You're so nasty, Ji,” you hum at him when the next video, one of his favs plays: the guy fucks a woman in the trunk of his car in an empty parking lot.

She's sitting in the trunk, feet propped up so he can fuck her better, and then some strangers come and jerk off to the scene. It's all fake and set up, but something about it gets his cock going, this feeling of being watched, of people jerking off to him fucking you.

“Didn't know you were into this... Want people to watch us fuck, huh?”

Your words mess with his head, his cock is leaking, heels digging into the mattress and all Jisung does is whine pathetically as you jerk him off and say all the things he didn't know he needed to hear.

Filthy Ji. Just want to use my cunt and have people see. Is that it? Want other guys to know how good you give it to me? Want them to see me acting cock crazy, spread my legs for you whenever you ask nicely? I know you do, baby... Want everyone to see me act like a slut for you.

Jisung warns you he's close, the heel of his palm pushing into your clit as his fingers move in and out of your sopping cunt rhythmically, trying to match your quick pace. “God, baby, I'm coming, fuck!”

“Come for me,” you whisper. “Show me how much you like this.”

When he comes, it lands everywhere, but neither one of you minds. You coo at Jisung as he squirts his load all over his chest and thighs, your hand tugging his cock. “Such a horny slut tonight, Ji... Bet you wish all of this cum was inside of me.”

Without a word, he gets between your thighs and attaches his mouth to your slit, deciding not to pull away until you’re completely satisfied because that’s exactly how you’ve made him feel tonight.

Felix

warnings: mentions of masturbation and anal toys, anal play, rimming, handjob, pegging

Felix always thought he’d never tell a soul about the things he does to himself when he jerks off, especially not a girlfriend. But, the more he gets to you know you, the more he wants to share this dirty little secret with you in the hopes of you actually wanting to do it to him. After all, you’re always so sweet and gentle towards him, always wanting to please him as much as he pleases you.

However, the things he likes are wrong and gross, he thinks, and not something you would enjoy, yet he can’t stop.

Whenever Felix wants to come hard, he plays with both his cock and ass, causing cum to spurt out in no time, landing all over his chest. It started as just a pad of a finger pressed against the rim of his ass—nothing more. The muscle pulsated when Felix came, so he became curious.

With time, it grew into him fingering himself, finding the right position to touch his prostate, which causes the most amazing orgasms.

When he ordered the toy, he told himself it’s just to press it against his tip or balls or maybe the rim of his ass. With time and a lot of lube, the toy made its way into his hole, and now Felix rarely gets off without it when he’s alone.

He’s not sure you’ll understand, this need of his to have something in him. It’s nothing related to sexuality or you not being enough—it’s just something that feels fucking perfect. Felix doesn’t want you to overthink it and start thinking he wants something else, so he never says a thing, even though he imagines you using the toy on him pretty often. Or, even better, you using a strap-on to fuck him stupid.

And then, you find his toy. It’s a long weekend, so you spend a lot of time in his room, and when you’re left alone, you look for a hand cream and find his butt toy instead. You ask Felix if it’s his, and he confesses to everything, never wanting you to think he’s cheating or anything like that. You are more than enough.

“It’s just that I like... Fingering, I guess?” he tells you as he scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor, his cheeks burning as he waits for your response. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh my God!” you exclaim, and it makes Felix freeze in place. Are you about to dump him? “Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t mind, baby.”

“You don’t?” When you nod, Felix rushes to your arms and kisses you desperately, happy you’re not disgusted or confused by him.

That day, you show him just how good you can make him feel now that you know his deepest darkest fantasy. Your tongue flicks around his hole as your hand tugs at his cock, which is already leaking not even three minutes in. Felix has never had a mouth on his ass before, especially not a mouth that’s deepthroated his cock, sucked on his balls, and licked its way down to his rim earlier.

“You’re perfect,” he tells you, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Right there, baby, gonna make me come.”

“Don’t want my fingers?” you move away from his body to ask, the lower half of your face covered in your own saliva. “Want to make you feel good...”

“This is amazing,” Felix practically purrs, shoving your head towards his hole, his knees slightly pushed towards his chest. “Mouth feels so much better than fingers, fuck, you do it so well...”

“Wish I could suck your dick and do this at the same time,” you tell him, which is enough to send him over the edge. He comes for what seems like a minute, cum just keeps flying out of him, accompanied by low and loud grunts and moans of your name, his fingers grabbing your hair. “You came so hard, Lixie... We’ll have to do this more often.”

Slowly, you explore this desire of his, and that’s how he finds himself lying on the bed with you between his legs, fucking him with a strap-on. It’s nothing too big, but it feels perfect, especially when he feels the warmth of your thighs against him, when he sees how aroused you are. “God, baby, feel so fucking good...” he tells you, hand tugging his cock as Felix realizes just how lucky he is to have you. “You fuck me so well.”

“Fuck, Felix,” your voice quivers when you grunt at him, clearly getting lost in the pleasure. “You look so pretty all fucked out.”

“Oh, you’ll look fucked out as soon as you make me come, I promise,” he tells you, fully intending on making good on his promise. You give him the best orgasm of his life when you fuck him and jerk his cock off at the same time, so Felix gets on top of you, deciding to give you at least as much pleasure as you’ve just given him.

Seungmin

warnings: mentions of corruption kink, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

Seungmin feels disgusting when he looks at you and these nasty ideas swarm his head, but there’s not much he can do about it. He is disgusting.

He looks innocent, a proper good guy, the guy you’d take home to meet your parents. They would probably let you go out with him, thinking a guy like him would keep you safe. What they wouldn’t know is that Seungmin is the type of guy who’d probably stuff your cunt full of fingers or cock as soon as you get out of their house and into his car. He’d get off on knowing he could get you to cream, stretch your cunt out a bit, and then take you out on a date, knowing you're just waiting to get filled up again.

With you, it’s a bit different—you’re a friend who confides in Seungmin because you think he is sweet and innocent too. You tell him about your sex endeavors or the lack thereof, giggle when you drunkenly admit to buying yourself a toy, and act shocked when a guy you’re dating tries to fuck you as if any guy out there wouldn't at least try.

On one hand, Seungmin wants to be a good friend, listen to you, and help you out. On the other hand, he wants to ruin you. Nothing gets him going more than the fantasy of your pretty legs spread for him as he shoves his dick in you and shows you how good a man can make you feel.

So now, when you two are drunk and you're talking to him about your failed date, Seungmin has a hard time concentrating on anything other than imagining your pretty lips around his cock.

It's a fever dream, he thinks, but he somehow gets you on his lap after he helps you discard your underwear, his hands sneaking under the skirt you're wearing, fingers cupping your cunt, juices smearing all over his open palm. “I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me,” you apologize when his movements come to a halt, but only because he’s trying to contain himself.

“Hey, don't apologize,” Seungmin tries to reassure you, fingers rubbing around your entrance. “You don't have to be so good all the time.”

With his other hand, Seungmin holds his cock by its base and rubs your clit with the tip, getting you to grunt and kick your pretty head back. You haven't had good sex yet, and he hopes you'll let him show you how big of a slut you can turn into when someone gives you good dick.

“I trust you,” you tell him, which is all he needs to hear before pushing his tip down your slit to your entrance and then sheathing it into your wet walls. No wonder you're wet—he's been touching you and kissing you for the better part of an hour, his fingers on your clit making you come twice already.

You like the way he makes you feel so much that you’re letting Seungmin’s cock enter you raw. When he bottoms out, Seungmin pushes your hips down so you're sitting on him, the pressure around his erection making him feel lightheaded. “Feel good sitting on a hard cock like that?”

You look away, flustered at his word choice, but your cunt squeezes around him. “Seungmin!”

There’s something so fucking hot about getting to fuck you raw while you can’t even look him in the eyes because of how dirty it feels. Yet, you like it—you start rolling your hips into him, applying pressure to the spot you need his cock to touch. He feels you clenching and releasing around him, your arousal dripping down his balls and onto the sofa under him, probably staining it.

Oh, Seungmin knows he’s going to have the best time spoiling you rotten, showing you how good he can fuck you, how easily he can get you to beg for dick, which is definitely something you've never done before. You’re going to be such a good girl for him and take all of his cum well, Seungmin knows already. “Yeah, just like that... Ride my dick, show me how much you like feeling it.”

You seem flustered, but that doesn’t stop you from doing as asked, slamming your hips into his hard. “Shit, fe—feels s-so good!”

“Gonna come for me again?” Seungmin asks, his thumb once against rubbing circles into your clit. “Come on, give it to me...”

Once you have enough of riding his cock and coming around it, you let Seungmin fill your pretty little cunt right up. It feels heavenly almost, knowing someone as sweet and cute as you has let him do something so foul to you, give you such a big load, make you keep it in. He feels such pleasure walking you up to your door, letting you walk inside with his cum dripping down your walls and collecting on your panties. And nobody knows how dirty you are, except the two of you.

Jeongin

warnings: smelling underwear, oral sex, unprotected sex, facial, cumplay, jerking off

It’s a bit freaky, to say the least. Not everyone has the same preference. Not everyone is into it as much as he is, Jeongin understands. But then again, it’s somehow the most normal thing out there.

If you love eating someone out and you love their smell and taste, why wouldn’t you want to smell them on you later? It seems so normal to him. Even when he jerks off, Jeongin imagines being buried between your thighs, inhaling your scent, mouth full of your wet cunt while you fall apart under him.

There’s just something about the way your cunt smells that drives him wild, which is why he often jokingly tackles you, his head always ending up somewhere around your crotch so he can get closer to your pussy, turn a little playful moment between lovers into something more pleasurable—your pretty legs spreading for him.

Jeongin is not really sure how it started because he’s always loved the smell of pussy. He never understood men who had problems giving head—he loved it. So, it wasn’t exactly news that he liked the smell and not just the taste.

But, when you two first started doing it, he spent so much time between your thighs he became programmed to want it, he supposes. It’s either that, or he’s completely obsessed with you, which is also very probable considering how his heart swells whenever he sees you.

One time when he was fucking you from behind after going down on you, Jeongin wanted to wipe the sweat off his nose. When he did that, he realized that his fingers still smelled like you, so he took a whiff and it did something for him—he started fucking you so hard you screamed out and let your chest fall down to the bed, allowing him even better access.

From that day, Jeongin stopped doing what you wanted, which was wiping your juices off his face when he was done giving you head. You didn’t like the smell, so you always asked him to use a shirt to wipe it off. But, after that day, Jeongin just didn’t. You never said a word and only complained when he leaned in to kiss you and got it all over your face.

“God, I hate feeling it on me,” you mumbled, wiping the remnants of your orgasm from your chin, which made him chuckle and fuck you even harder from above, his necklace dragging up and down your chest with every firm thrust.

“Since when do you hate cum on your face?” Jeongin muttered through clenched teeth, feeling his high approaching just because of the smell on your faces. “Thought you loved it.”

“Yours I don’t mind,” you admitted sweetly, which just made him pull out and finish on your face, using his index finger to spread his cum around, drag some of it across your lips and onto your pretty little tongue, let you suck his finger.

Giving you head is one of his favorite pastimes so he makes sure to get up on time to do it before you have to leave the apartment for the day. Wherever you go, Jeongin offers to get you off with his tongue and fingers “for good luck.” Once you come and leave the apartment for the day, he doesn’t wash his face.

Instead, he goes on with his day like that, inhaling your scent whenever he takes a deep breath, which keeps him on edge the entire day. Jeongin sports boners more often than not, which makes him look like a horny freak, but even that’s better than people knowing his dick gets hard when he inhales his girlfriend’s scent or smells his fingers to get an even better whiff of it.

It’s perverted, kind of, but he doesn’t care. Jeongin’s not hurting anyone by doing that, and you only benefit from it—he’s on his knees for you whenever you feel like it.

When you catch him sniffing his fingers, you smack his hand away playfully and shake your head at him. “Don’t, that’s gross,” you wince, “I hate the smell.”

“Babe, I fucking love it,” Jeongin admits without shame. In less than a second, he’s got you pinned on the sofa, one hand holding onto your two wrists as his mouth kisses the side of your neck. “If I could smell you all the time, I would. It turns me on so much.” A single grind of his hips into you ensures that you feel his erection against your slit. “See?”

You don’t really address it afterward, too embarrassed to talk about something so intimate, but Jeongin finds the pair of underwear you left on his bed for him and almost comes at the sight. You support his little kink, want him to get off to your scent, which is why he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt when he presses the gusset of your panties to his nose as he jerks off and comes all over his stomach, inhaling you.

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