Hi Lix. You Chirp Watching Your Boyfriend Grab Something From The Fridge.

“Hi lix.” You chirp watching your boyfriend grab something from the fridge.

He smiles upon your voice, moving to face you but your hands trap around his waist, squeezing his back against your chest. His eyes crinkle as you sway him side to side.

“Hi baby.” Now he finally turns around in your grasp but before he could say anything he’s cut off with your hands slipping under his shirt.

You bite your lip as you watch his reaction. Gliding your hands along his waist, over his abs, finally resting them back on his waist. He’s flushing red, looking around to make sure no one else is near.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your small waist?” You whisper and he’s gulping. “It’s so perfect.” His eyes are lidded not being able to resist your touch.

One hand wraps around his neck to bring him closer to you. Your lips wrap around his addams apple and he’s moaning. A hand shooting up to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, babe not here please, let’s go in my room.” He can feel his cock strain against his shorts, wanting to melt onto the counter you had him pushed up against.

He felt helpless, your mouth was licking and sucking his neck and your hands gliding along his torso, the other one rubbing him through his shorts. A pitiful whine leaves his throat as he throws his head back.

Felix was to sensitive for his own good, so it always made your job easier and teasing way more fun. You pull away abruptly, making his eyes snap open.

He’s met with your figure walking away, cutting around the corner. He whines loudly following after you.

“Not again.” He huffs, running to follow you in his room so you could help him with his problem.

This just totally gives me dom!Hyunjin vibes without a single doubt.

I'm talking...

Hyunjin who's sweaty from fucking you for hours and because he's so exhausted he's kinda irritated and just not as willing to take your whines and protests like he usually does.

So out of pure exhaustion and frustration he slightly manhandles you.

Just flipping you over onto your belly when you haven't came in a while bearing in mind you've already came three times but it's not enough for him.

When your body just lays limp from your own exhaustion he ends up grabbing your hips, digging his nails into your soft flesh.

"Ass up! Fuck sakes," He'd growl with this very look on his face when you look at him in the mirror he's fucking you against.

"Tired Jinnie," You'd whine, your body slightly aching at the hours of stimulation, ass stinging and red from his outlets of frustration, pussy clenching at his harsh thrusts he showed no mercy with giving.

"I don't care," He'd whisper, taking hold of your throat with one hand while applying pressure on your lower back to make you arch for him, "You wanted this."

And he's right. He's so fucking right you did want this. You knew you were playing with fire just by the look in his eyes when you were deliberately flaunting your legs in that short skirt.

You knew the moment he looked at you from across the room you weren't going to be able to walk properly.

And boy did he give it to you.

He didn't hesitate, he started in the cab on your way home, fingering you right in the back seat while you had to keep your composure because the rest of the van was filled with the other members.

"This is what you want isn't it?" He whispered into you ear on the way home, thrusting knuckle deep when you didn't immediately respond.

All that teasing you caused just lead to where you are now - exhausted, overstimulated and yet still so fucking desperate.

"I want it, Hyune," You whimper when he slaps your ass as a reminder to come back to the present.

"I know you want it, you fucking begged for it."

Just like that he'd thrust into you again, harsh and deep ruts into your aching body.

He'd make you cum again, and again, and again until he's satisfied - until he knows you've learnt your lesson and remember who you belong to.

I SAID I WOULD BE HERE AND HERE I AM I HOPE YOURE READY BC MOMMY HYUNJIN IS ON MY MFKING MIND

the way he looks so gd gorgeous in that Skz fam episode I want him to step on me and make me call him mommy and make me absolutely sob until he lets me cum he’s so fucking gorgeous

KACII IM FREAKIN OUT OVER HERE

Estee. Beautiful. Gorgeous. My love. The devil in my head. You don't know how much mommy Hyunjin has been in my head since the skz family episode. He has been everywhere. I've never had a mommy kink towards a male before him, and now my eyes are open.

Mommy Hyunjin who...

❣ Summary: Mommy Hyunjin, sadistic and cruel, and oh-so delicious. ❣  ❣ Word Count: No clue, ceebs to check, but it's short ❣ Warnings: Mommy! Hyunjin, mommy kink, degradation, face fucking, dacryphilia, begging, sex toy [bullet vibrator], Sub! Reader ❣  ❣ Gender Neutral! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Hyunjin is referred to as Mommy, Reader is referred to as little slut, little baby, and desperate little slut, I didn't mean to write all of this, like, at all. Mommy Hyunjin does something to me spiritually. ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Mommy Hyunjin who would put a bullet vibrator inside of you and tell you that you can't come until you do everything he told you to.

Mommy Hyunjin who would make you beg for his dick to give him a blowjob, making you kneel in front of him with tears in your eyes as the vibrator goes at the third highest setting - you're dripping on the floor, you know he's gonna make you lick it up later.

"Hm... Should I really let you suck me off? You're such a little slut, you could be saying this just to get your way - how does Mommy know you're only her slut, hm?"

"I'm o-only yours, Mommy! I only want you! I only want your cock, I want to pleasure you and you only, please! I'm your little slut, yours!"

Mommy Hyunjin who runs the head of his cock across your cheeks, smearing his precum along your skin before propping it against your bottom lip.

"Say 'ah'."

Mommy Hyunjin who barely gives you time to get half of his length in before he's putting a hand on your head and thrusting his hips forward, grinning maniacally at the sounds of your gags.

"Remember, don't come, little baby - I know you like being used like this, but have some composure."

Mommy Hyunjin who fucks your face relentlessly, groaning at the saliva bubbling past your lips and dripping down his balls, looking down to catch the glimpse of your tear stained face on every odd thrust.

Mommy Hyunjin who comes down your throat without warning, not even bothering to pull out even halfway until he's finished spilling his load.

"Swallow it."

Mommy Hyunjin who watches you follow his command, coughing and trembling as you try to recover.

"What do you say?"

"T-Thank you, Mommy. C-Can I come, please?"

Mommy Hyunjin who grins, sickeningly sweet, condescending - dick twitching and still rock hard.

"Oh, you thought that was all? You really are a desperate little slut - baby, I'm nowhere close to done with you."

in which chris allows you to be his subby, needy girl.

╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader ╰┈➤ smut warnings: dom!chris, sub!reader, bEGGING, incredibly needy oc… like fucking chill ig, degradation + praise combo *sweats*, daddy kink, sub-space, oc cries a lot, cunnilingus, raw sex, breeding, i'm so jealous of the dirty talk like why can't someone say shit like this to me 🙄, namecalling (slut/whore), aftercare !! ╰┈➤ word count: 2.5k

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you were practically whimpering like a needy mutt, legs quivering as you force your small digits further into your sopping pussy, curling them up like how they say it. 

it wasn't enough. 

you cry, and cry, and cry, tears pooling around your eyes as stray hairs cover your eyes. "fuck," you whine, chewing on your bottom lip as you tightly close your eyes. it was too much, yet nothing at the same time. 

you need someone. you need to be filled. you need someone to take charge. to dominate you. to take care of you. 

you had no other option, but him. 

"chris..." you mewl, his name involuntarily spilling out of your mouth. you fuck yourself harder, and with your other hand, you roll your nipples around while pinching. "s-shit, chris, chris, chris," you pant his name, wanting nothing more but him. 

initially, you had this one rule you will not, under any circumstance, fall for your roommate. hell, he was usually not around anyway since he was working day and night in his studio, being a producer for a band. but whenever he would be present, that man had no remorse to walk around half-naked in his usual black sweatpants. you'd catch him flex his biceps every time he would catch you staring for too long, making your face flush in embarrassment. 

he was a pain in the ass, too. a tease. would never leave you alone if he had nothing to do. one minute you're folding your laundry, which requires your utmost concentration. then this man would just ruin your neat pile of underwear. 

but no matter how much you despise him at times, you need to feel him. you need to feel how his big, warm hands would feel caressing down your body, kneading your breasts, his fingers curling inside you. 

"nnggh--" your back arches, mouth open as a loud moan escapes. you think about his broad, muscular back, imagining how it would look like when you dig your nails into his pale skin. would he like it? would he like the pain? 

you were on the verge of actually crying. you were thinking about nothing else other than chris, your craving for him getting bigger and bigger as each second felt like hours. you can't hold it in any longer. 

waddling down the hallway and wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, you turn the door handle. with a gulp, you quietly and slowly push the door open. 

your eyes were met with his figure laying on his bed, wearing all-black shorts and a hoodie. thankfully, he had his headset on as he was clicking away on his laptop, probably working on something. 

that meant he didn't hear your moans, right? 

but chris wasn't as distracted as you wanted him to be, because as soon as the door opens just enough until you can come inside, he lays his eyes on you. 

first, he looks into your eyes. dark brown irises feeling as though they were lasers burning into your soul. he quirks an eyebrow up in surprise, mouth open as he was almost about to say something -- until he looks down. 

chris coughs, closing his eyes for a brief second to regain composure. he shakes his head, "w-what are you... y/n?" 

"chris, please..." you take initiative, walking towards his bed. 

he removes his headset and places his laptop on his bedside table, all the while not removing eye contact with you. 

"are you okay? hey, hey, hey, sweetheart--" he backs himself up into the headboard once you started crawling to him on all fours. chris notices the different glint in your eyes. you looked as if you were about to cry with eyebrows creased, and the corners of your mouth drooping. your hair was a mess and your face was flushed. 

it could only mean one thing, he supposes. 

"please touch me," you barely even whisper to the point that only your nose could've heard. 

chris spreads his legs so that you could come to him even closer. you thank the heavens that he didn't push you away. 

"sweetheart," his voice was low as he uses his right hand to stroke the side of your face. with that slightest touch, you mewl. tilting your head into the palm of his hand. 

"oh, wow," chris mumbles, feeling his cock starting to ache and harden. "you okay, hm? what do you want?" 

as if all the energy was sucked out of your soul, you didn't verbally reply. instead, you make yourself comfortable on his lap as you straddle him, nuzzling your face into his neck. "fuck," you cry, inhaling his musky scent which made you even dizzier than before. "c-chris, i can't. i can't." 

everything happened so fast that chris could not even comprehend that you were grinding your bare cunt along the fabric of his shorts. 

"you can't what, y/n?" 

he knows the answer. it was obvious from the way you were acting. but he needed you to say it. as the massive tease that he is, he pushes your buttons. 

"can't...fuck." 

"you can do it. i'm not gonna touch you if you don't say it." 

"i can't fucking cum!" a single tear finally falls down your cheek, looking at chris straight in the eye. "i need you so fucking much, you don't know how much i need you, chris. i need you so bad. i need your cock, your hands, your mouth, fuck... anything! anything, please. i want to be fucked by you, please. i want you to make me cum..."

so adorable, chris thinks. 

"good girl, good girl, c'mon now, shhh," chris smirks, "i've got you, i've got you." 

chris lays you down on your back, wasting no time hiking your shirt up and off your body. you shiver, feeling his hands grope your breasts, just like how you've imagined. in an instant, he leans in and sucks on your hardened nipple, making you throw your head back in pleasure. his wet tongue flicks against it continuously, your hips bucking up in return. 

"shit, don't stop," you whimper, your hands clawing onto his curly locks. chris groans at the way you tug on his hair, causing him to bite down on your nipple. that action earns a yelp from you, giggling right after.

"such a naughty little girl," chris clicks his tongue as he crawls down south until his face was mere inches away from your throbbing core. he inhales your scent, instantly making his cock throb. 

"how bad do you want it?" he had the audacity to ask. you whimper woefully, hoping that he'd get the memo. 

without warning, chris lands a harsh spank on your pussy, directing it on your clit. that simple gesture made your entire body shiver, your toes curling. 

"i asked you a question, little one." 

"please! i wan' it," you cry even more, not giving a care in the world about how you sounded. 

"so bad?" he cocks his head to the side, smirking. 

"wan' you so bad, daddy." 

that was chris' final straw. he wasn't sure if you knew that he had a daddy kink, or if you have it and that word just slipped off of your lips, but at that moment he turned animalistic. he dived in, sucked and fucked your pussy with his tongue. 

chris was groaning in between your wet slick as he, too, was intoxicated. he had to push your hips down firmly to make you stay still as he laps your juices with firm, fast licks, and to his pleasure, you weren't that far away from your orgasm. 

"cum," he says briefly, lips and chin wet from your arousal. 

your entire body convulsed, pulling on his hair as you let yourself go. your mind turned blank, almost seeing stars as you spilled all over his mouth. chris chuckles darkly at the sight of you, making sure that he drinks up all of your cum. 

"good job, sweetheart. very good job."

you were panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. your hair was sticking to your forehead as you feel yourself go limp. but chris wasn't done with you. 

he stands up from the bed and strips down to his tight boxers, biting his lip as he watches you stare at the outline of his dick. he knows that you were salivating for him. 

"you want this?" he teases, pertaining to his cock straining against the annoying article of clothing. 

you nod your head frantically, grabbing your tits. 

"beg for it." 

chris had anticipated your reaction. you groan loudly, more tears falling down from your eyes. "pleaaaase," whining, you slam your fists down on the sheets beside you, "daddy, please." 

chris smirks, pulling his boxers down. his cock twitches once he hears you mewl from the sight of his big cock, making him wrap his hand around his girth. he watches you squirm on his bed, sucking on your own finger as if it was his. 

"you look like such a good girl, sucking your finger like that, hm?" he chuckles as he starts to jerk off, spreading his precum all over his length to act as lube, "you want daddy's cock so bad that you came in my room without permission, huh? who even are you to me?" 

your chest tightens from his words. it was true, it was so low of you. but you had no control; it was as if your only goal in this life was to get dicked down by him. and who would stop you if he was literally just a room away? 

"daddy--"

"and now you're calling me daddy, tsk tsk tsk. such a brainless little slut." 

fuck, you love the way he's degrading you. 

chris slowly crawls over your timid frame, putting his weight on both of his forearms that were situated on either side of your face. 

"tell me you're daddy's brainless slut." 

there were five seconds of silence until chris became impatient. he hastily grabs your jaw, squeezing it. "faster or i'm not gonna fuck you, slut." 

your eyes widen, scrambling the words out, "i-i'm daddy's brainless slut," you breathe out. 

as if doing a complete 180, chris' eyes soften while giving you a smile. "good job. daddy's proud of you." 

and at that, he enters your sopping cunt. you release a big sigh of relief, accompanied by trails of moans and a raspy call of his name. he was stretching you out so good, his cock hitting uncharted territory inside your walls. 

"grab onto daddy, baby," chris instructs, voice strained. "c'mon, hold onto me. you want me to fuck you good, yeah? then fucking hold on and wrap your legs around my hips. not gonna go easy on this tight cunt." 

after following his words, your mind shuts down beyond comprehension and you allowed him to take full control. chris pounds you so hard and deep, his balls slapping against your ass. he leans down to kiss your salty tears away, muttering soft yeah?’s and curse words. 

"daddy's slut, you are," chris coos, breathing heavily, "you just couldn't stand it anymore, right? you want my dick so bad, you just couldn't help but be such a whore for it."

"mhmm, shit, daddy~" you whine, clenching around him to signal that you were already close. he angles his hips up better, making the tip of his cock hit your g-spot perfectly. you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the overwhelming pleasure. 

"wanna be daddy's pretty slut forever, hm?" you nod in return, your sight getting blurry from the buildup of tears in your eyes. 

"you do? then come for daddy. i'll be right here with you. i'll be yours. i'll take care of you. daddy will take good care of you -- just come for me. that's it, pretty." chris clenches his jaw from the tightness of your walls, earning you a deep, guttural growl. his thrusts were beginning to turn sloppy but he keeps his pace up for you. 

you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging his upper body even closer to yours until his chest lies on you. chris feels his heart jump, suddenly feeling prideful. you want him, no one else but him. 

he was too distracted in his own thoughts that it surprised him when you suddenly came all over his cock, coating his shaft with your cream. 

"oh my god," chris moans, practically a whimper. "s-so tight, baby. such a good baby girl... fuck. where do you want daddy's seed, hm?" 

"i-inside, please," you whisper, already out of breath as your legs continue to shake around his hips. 

"always such a polite, sweet girl for daddy. i d-don't fucking deserve you. fucking hell m'gonna cum, sweetheart. i'm gonna paint your sweet, sweet cunt with my cum, okay? you want that?" 

"yes! yes please, just fucking--" 

"beg daddy to breed you." 

you were already physically and mentally overstimulated, but hearing chris say that particular word sent you into a spiral of brain-melting satisfaction, pulling you deeper into your sub-space.

"please breed my pussy, daddy," you scratch his nape, whispering those words directly into his ear. 

you were going to be the death of him. 

~

"shh, shh, i'm here, i'm here for you." chris cradles your body in his strong arms, mindful of your current state of mind. he was careful not to use any more trigger words for it might set you up even deeper into sub-space. he figured that you were already deep into this emotional state ever since you stumbled into his room, so he wanted you to come back. 

"daddy..." 

"shh, don't talk anymore. i'll take care of you. don't worry about anything else. you're good, okay? take deep breaths and you'll be alright." 

chris was careful in cleaning you up. he was holding your body so tenderly as if you are to break at his grasp. he was tender in wiping the liquids off of your body with a warm, wet towel, humming a tune softly as he allowed you to close your eyes. 

"must've been hard for you, huh?" chris softly asks with a slight smile across his face.  

"hm?" you open your eyes a bit so that you could see where he was. chris was already wearing the shorts that he wore earlier, and you had his hoodie on without even realizing it. 

"you know, after all this time." 

you blush, knowing what he meant by that. 

"i mean," he explains, "i know about your little crush on me, it was quite obvious. but how you acted earlier was so..." 

"s-sorry--" 

"no! it's nothing like that, baby." chris sits next to you, patting your head tenderly. "it was hot. never seen anyone act like that. you just really wanted me, didn't you?" 

"wanted you since forever," you say with eyes closed, a sigh leaving your lips. 

chris notices that you were still not entirely back to yourself, so he lets you rest. leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

"i'll be here when you wake up, yeah? get some rest. we'll talk more once you wake up." 

experiment failed...? - han jisung

characters: sub! jisung x dom! monster and reader

cw: dubcon, monsterfucking/plantfucking, reader gets kinda cucked by a giant flower?, humiliation, exhibitonism, voyeurism, tense atmosphere sometimes, double penetration, almost mind-break, aphrodisiac, sounding, tickling, masochism, insane amount of the use tendril vine or appendage sorriez

a/n: enjoy this fic, shoutout to my first beta reader, and my oomfs who make a littol appearances<3, how tf is this ca. 6300 words

Safety in the lab is extremely important. If you are ever unsure about something, check twice and then once more. If you are able, take notes. Observe carefully and pay attention.

Those are just a few of the many things you were taught even before the day you set foot into a botany lab. it was practically drilled into your head by your supervisors, lab partners, and anyone that took a chemistry class in school. 

What you weren't taught, however, is how to react in this situation.

how to respond when you and your coworker Mr Han were staying late in the lab working overtime and observing the newest addition to your team. laughing at his silly jokes in your office, he had brought a warm drink to your desk, trying to find a place to set it down between all the open folders, papers, and sticky notes strewn across the wide area. He places it somewhere after plucking away a few pencils and an already empty bottle. After having a short, polite chat, you set down the mug and told him to get ready. 

You grab onto the most important things with haste. Patting yourself down you check if you have everything before nodding to yourself. Mr. Han giggles softly to himself, watching you out of the corner of his eyes, finding your little gestures very adorable. Since his hands are full he pushes the door out of the office open with his right shoulder. Keeping it open for you with his foot, he shuffles a bit to the side and lets you pass through. 

Heels clicking against the floor, you make your way towards the big domelike building. Mr Han carries a few dead mice, and jokingly keeps them at an arm's length, grinning at the way you return a tired laugh. Smiling proudly to himself he nearly walks into a big glass door, only stopped by your arm on his stomach. He turns his head towards you with comically widened eyes. You just lift an eyebrow and eye him from the side. 

You lean forward and hold up your badge to the numeric keypad. It blinks, red, red and finally green. Since he doesn’t want to watch you punch in your personal code, he politely averts his gaze. And his gaze wanders outside the big windows. They hang from the ceiling all the way down to the floor, letting him see the dimly lit dome from the outside. It’s a breathtaking sight… if only he wasn’t working at fuck o’clock in the morning, tired eyes blinking once, twice, before settling back on you. Standing in the doorway, you squint at him, almost eyeing him suspiciously. He hurries past you, clutching the mice in his arms. 

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” You stroll up to him, observing his tired eyes from the side. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’ve only had about 3 hours of rest these past few days…” He sighs, you guess in a comical way. However, you aren’t too sure. But before you can answer back he continues. 

“But since it’s my favorite coworker I’ll get to do it with, I am more than ready.” He whips his head towards you with another heart shaped grin. His smile shines so brightly you need to look away. You’ve told him this before (during another late night shift) so he knows you aren’t being mean when you turn away so he babbles on. 

“I’ll gladly become the helping factor in your breakthrough Ms Flower Whisperer!” He exclaims, puffing out his chest and marching forward, still trying to make you laugh. 

You just shake your head and try to keep up with his faster pace.

Stepping onto the overpass, you take a deep breath, and go up to lean against the railing. You are greeted by “J-1” in all of its entirety. According to your project leader this species seems to be some sort of mixture between Platycodon grandifloras also known as the Balloon Flower and some sort of Ipomoea turbinata also known as Moonflower. What bothers you the most is its behavior. You know your grimey project leader is hiding something from you. 

Lost in your thoughts you watch the closed flower, its petals brought close to the center, shielding the inside from view. So far not many employees have seen the J-1 open. It’s a shame really, you were told the colors were magnificent. 

With a determined huff you turn towards your partner. The two of you are ready to toss your new subject some snacks. While you were thinking and Mr Han patiently waiting for your input, a few vines creeped up to the overpass. They slowly wrap themselves around the steel bars, growing themselves in between the screws, bolts or nuts. They keep growing until the pressure is too much, blowing off the support for the overpass. 

No one ever prepared you for the day your Project J-1 Plantae would somehow snake its way up to the overpass and try to get its viewers down. 

your stomach drops and the next thing you know you're crashing into the giant leaves underneath. clipboards, mice, and tablets coming down with you. Both yours and Mr Han's shrill screams fill up the empty laboratory.

The fall knocks the air out of your lungs. the world spins as you try to come back to. your ears ring and your vision is blurry. you gasp for air. you try to understand what just occurred. 

you were just dropped into J-1's cage, with no one around but your coworker. 

The silence is eerie. 

you're almost scared to move, eyes slowly moving towards the big purple flower in the middle of the laboratory. your breath gets caught in your throat. The flower has opened up fully. Choked up by its beauty, just like you were warned about, you can’t speak nor think right now. 

you try to shuffle back slowly, and your hand props onto something cold, pain shooting through your palm to your upper arm and making you flinch. you tear your gaze from J-1 and onto the broken tablet underneath your palm.

oh.

oh no.

the company tablet would have had the function to alert your headquarters. the application was installed into every tablet that was handed out. Now it's broken. and you're trapped with Han Jisung of all people and a giant plant that you haven't done enough research on.

a nearby gasp and rustling of leaves snap your attention towards Mr Han, getting up from a nearby bush and dusting off his dirtied lab coat. his broken glasses sit crooked. looks like his fall wasn't any easier. He looks around the room, finding your gaze and he staggers over to you.

The concerned look on his face is almost endearing if you weren't so terrified of being trapped right now. He reaches you and his knees give out from under him, making him trip right into your arms. but the scene is far from romantic.

"Are you okay Ms-"

"Mr Han, don't move."  you peer past his face and onto the vines from J-1 making their way toward his ankles, and you slap your hand over his mouth.

"Wha-" His widened eyes stare directly into yours, not daring to look back when he notices your grim look.

Please let it just feel around and then leave us alone. You take note of the way the leaves of the vine almost pats the ground and feels around for something. Is it looking for us?

J-1: Its vine is a flexible, mobile, and elongated organ. Most forms of vines are used for grasping and feeding. Many are sensory organs, variously receptive to touch, vision, or to the smell or taste of particular foods or threats. Some kinds of vines have both sensory and manipulatory functions.

It definitely is. 

as soon as it takes note of his patent shoes it snakes its way further and wraps around his ankles. Confused by the feeling of “his” vines writhing against your pants, you realize too late that a second pair of vines have wrapped themselves around your own ankles. You lock eyes with him again. twisting your body you turn towards your fallen items, accidentally knocking off his broken glasses in the process. you dig your fingers into whatever is in reach, before the vines drag the two of you through the mud.

Moss, grass and dirt drag themselves against you as you hold on tight to the items in your arms. nearly dropping them when you hit your elbow on a bigger rock in the ground. hissing in pain as you get lifted through the air and towards the center of the giant purple flower. Its petals take up nearly half the room. It's even more fascinating up close. Despite your astonished and admiring gaze, the vines bring you closer to the center and drop you unceremoniously onto its giant petals.

lifting yourself from the floor you whip your head around and watch the way your flailing partner gets lifted further into the center. wriggling almost comically, he calls out your name and tries to extend his arms out to you. but he's dropped right near the pistil, bumping against the stamen and making pollen shoot out and slowly rain back down on the both of you. It's a surprisingly pleasant fragrance. 

After dusting off some of the residue you crawl closer to the edge on all fours, peering down into the drop and to where he sat, near the ovary. you almost burst out laughing at the sight of him, peering up at you with a dumbfounded look and wide eyes, covered in pollen. after spotting you, also covered in it, he gently calls out to you. 

“Ms Y/N are you alright, are you hurt?” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at it in disgust when he finds more of the foreign substance on his palm and fingers. 

“I’m alright! … it seems our plant friend has taken more of a liking to me than you it seems. Are you hurt?” You look back at the clipboard, pen and cage of mice you took with you. Silently cursing yourself out for not grabbing the tablet in the heat of the moment. 

He smiles up at you after hearing your response. Somehow he feels relieved that he isn’t going through this alone. “I’m alright, besides being covered in things that literally produce sperm cells… I’m fine.” He scoffs but somehow finds it in himself to grin up at you when you burst out laughing at his remark, slapping a hand over your mouth so cutely. Her laughter is so adorable…

However, your shared moment of joy is short lived. Because while Jisung is looking at your smiling face, he notices two tendrils lift behind you, stretching upwards and curling towards you. After a gasp and his eyes widening once again, he nearly jumps and points behind you, stuttering and spluttering something along the lines of “behind you.” You whip your head around. 

You’re face to face with a tendril… and it curls… and uncurls itself right in your face? 

What is it doing? You break your eyes away and onto the cage, that’s just out of reach. After the tendril curls itself again you try to stretch your arm towards the cage, straining while trying to keep eye contact with… with the tendril. The cogs in your head are turning faster and faster, trying to somehow handle this situation. Some kind of pet owner instinct taking over and gently talking to the plant, almost as if talking to your kitties at home. Putting on your best smile and high pitched voice. 

“Oh hi! … don’t worry, we are not here to hurt you! You’re a nice plant, right? Riiight?” you baby talk, cringing inwardly at the embarrassing situation. But the tendrils seem to like it. uncurling themselves once again and softly swinging around… they seem relaxed.

Jisung looks helplessly at the situation, genuinely admiring your quick thinking and hoping it’ll work. 

While the plant in front of you seems relaxed you quietly drag the cage of dead mice towards you, careful not to somehow startle… it. Hesitating for a second you debate grabbing the mice with your bare hands but quickly decide that absolutely under no circumstance, will you do that. Looking around you haven’t got anything better though, so you gently shrug off your dirty and torn lab coat. Trying to rip a stripe of the cotton while not looking directly at the fabric in your shaky hands is more difficult than imagined.

Once you managed to rip a piece of fabric you open the cage and reach inside, trying to grab a mouse with the cotton scrap in your hand. 

Jisung watches in amazement as the tendrils seem to circle you, to see what you’re doing. Is it curious or cautious? He can’t tell. He wishes he could record this confusing yet phenomenal moment somehow, wanting to look at the materials later and take some notes. 

You open your palm, presenting the mouse to the tendrils and one curls itself around the carcass. While lifting it away to a vine hanging even higher over your head, silently watching, the other tendril curls itself against your cheek. You gasp, as the sensation feels ticklish on your skin. However, after realizing the tendril isn’t trying to harm you in any way your giggles fill the tense silence in the laboratory now. 

When the other tendril returns, vine in tow more and more vines inch closer to where you are sitting, slithering along and coming to a halt in front of you. When the tips of these tentacle-like beings lower themselves to the ground, you do the same and bow a little. You hope to show your new friends that you are to be trusted. A tendril curls itself into your hair while another pushes against the cage, where the mice were. They seem almost… playful. 

Meanwhile Jisung can only stare in awe at the way J-1 is surrounding you, bringing everything it uses to feel and touch closer to you. Wow… she’s really like a plant whisperer or something. While starstruck by his little work crush, a thick vine creeps its way down into the flower and up behind him. 

While you gently pat the plants around you, out of the corner of the eye you catch your partner being carried up by his arms. His smile however clearly fades when they don’t bring him closer to you, instead bringing him a little further into the air and stopping abruptly. You mirror his perplexed expression. What’s happening?

As if taken over by some natural instinct, a lot of the vines disappear from behind you and make their way towards him, hanging helplessly in the air. The tendrils stay curled around your arm and hair. While you call out, urging him to stay still for a second, his eyes widen but he does comply. Your eyes are locked on him. The vines slowly snake their way around his ankles, one inside of his pant leg while the other takes the path around it. You hold your breath in anticipation. What… is it doing? 

As the plant writhes further up. The space between the fabric of his clothes and his hot skin is getting invaded by the strangely smooth appendages. Jisung’s face and ears grow hotter by the second. These things are getting way too close to his dick and in front of the person he admires at that! He bites his wobbly lip and prays it's just exploring. 

His prayers fall on deaf ears.  

There is a weird and sick excitement bubbling deep within you as you watch. Observing the way the vines slither into your partner's lab coat is unlocking something in your brain, a wicked grin makes its way to your face subconsciously. You can’t tear your excited eyes away from him, tears slowly forming in them. 

“Wait…”, Jisung whispers while a vine reaches the hem of his underwear, wriggling their way into them. His protest is followed by another string of waits before a sharp gasp tears your eyes from his dick to his face, now an even cuter shade of pink. 

You finally blink. Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. 

Your genius co-worker and reliable partner, Han Jisung, who tries to make you laugh during early shifts and always pushes his glasses up by the bridge so cutely… is now being explored by J-1. The lewd sight of him averting his eyes shyly, while vines make their to his body… It's incredibly arousing. You hide your smile behind your hands. 

Shaking your head quickly, you try to shake your impure thoughts. How inappropriate. You scold yourself internally for letting a private desire bubble to the surface during work. You suck your lower lip into your mouth and bite it, forcing yourself to look away while he gasps and whines. You turn your head back towards your clipboard and grab it. Crossing your legs you set it down in your lap, take the pen and start writing everything that’s happened so far as fast as you can. After all… this is an incredibly rare opportunity. 

You bring yourself to look up again, trying to control the urge to let your mind wander. This is purely for research, nothing sexual. You repeat this phrase in your head, staring in awe at the fabric slowly tearing at the seams from the sheer length and volume of vines wrapping themselves around his arms and legs. It seems like one even made its way into his pants, maybe even his underwear. This is a most peculiar pattern of behaviour for your new plant. So far none of your coworkers have taken note of a sort of pollination process or something akin to a libido. 

While you are furiously taking notes, the vines look for the only available entrance he has. Jisung keeps writhing around, but there isn’t much he can do, multiple vines are holding him in place, practically dangling him above the flower. And much worse… dangling him in front of you. He has very clearly been avoiding making eye contact with you. Not even looking in your direction. But when the vines move from prodding at his dick, to his ass. He starts thrashing around. Not in front of Ms Y/N. Anything but in front of you. He feels the way a second one moves through the torn fabric of his pants and underwear to his exposed entrance. A gooey liquid slowly oozing down his ass, remaining droplets falling to the petals. He feels like crying. Slowly turning his head, he can’t believe his own eyes. Is she… is she taking notes right now?!

Is it.... trying to mate? You underline the last word twice. Scribbling down your observations how the vines are prodding around his body. your other hand is occupied, grabbing another mouse with your scrap cloth and offering it to the tendril pushing against your arm. Following it with your eyes towards the vines and your eyes move up towards him and are met with a wide eyed, dumbfounded look. 

“What… what are you doing?” His face doesn’t contain a smidge of anger, only confusion.

“Mr Han please don’t misunderstand”, You try to save your good reputation you worked so hard for, “I get that this situation must be unpleasant. But you do have to understand that this is the opportunity of a lifetime!” You try to explain, racking your brain for a logical excuse. Or any excuse at all really. 

“What?” His blank stare continues, to the best of his abilities at least. Lip wobbly as the vines dig themselves further inside of him. 

“You see, no one has observed this kind of coupling desire from J-1 so far… this means this is a new discovery!”

“So our experiment…” he trails off, losing his train of thought at the feeling of the appendages prodding at his entrance.  

“Has not failed… yet!” You quickly reassure him. “You just need to hold out for a little while longer, I am taking my notes as fast as I can right now. This could prove incredibly useful to future research!” 

A wave of guilt crashes over your head, you drop your shoulders in defeat. “And… I’m sorry about bringing us into this whole situation. If it wasn’t for me trying to finish these things today instead of tomorrow…” You trail off, the guilt consuming your heart about dragging your innocent coworker into this. 

“Why are you ap-” His words get caught off by a choked out scream.

You gasp in response. The vines, seemingly sick of waiting, wriggled their way into his entrance, shoving the gooey liquid into him. His entire body jerked from the impact, whimpering at the stretch. He hangs his head and his eyes are fixed on the stamen below. Fuck… why did it feel good? 

I must be out of my mind.  Yeah… out of my mind and going insane. No way does the vine grazing my prostate almost make me moan out loud. Jisung turns his head to the right, facing away from you, trying to hide his face. But J-1 seemingly has other plans. All of the vines turn his entire body around until he comes face to face with your curious gaze again. He squeaks in embarrassment, closing his eyes as fast as he can. 

Meanwhile you start scribbling down what is happening again. Is J-1 presenting me… his mate? Is it putting on a show? Is it even capable of such a complex pattern of thought? You reach out, past him and to the vines tightly wrapped around his arms, stroking them gently and cooing at them. It may seem silly but you ask the questions popping into your head, hoping J–1 would show you its intelligence and answer somehow. 

They don’t, but another pops out from beneath the purple petals, inching closer to you. When it reaches you it rears itself up, getting taller and taller until seeing eye to eye with you. It moves up and down, almost as if it is nodding. It then backs down again and pokes at the cage of mice next to you. Is it showing me him as a thanks for the food? You look between the two and write it down to the best of your abilities without looking. Keeping eye contact between you and the long arm-like being. 

At the same time soft whining reaches your ears. Your coworker is biting his lips, trying to be quiet but he’s not exactly doing a great job at hiding the desperate noises he’s making. You shuffle closer and hesitantly cradle his face in your hands, after wiping them on your lab coat… or what’s left of it. His eyes shoot open. You bring your thumb to his cheek and gently wipe away the residue of pollen there that has slowly mixed in with the sweat dripping down his face. It is incredibly humid here after all. 

You observe his face, especially his lips becoming so plump after his nervous biting. “Mr Han… please correct me if I’m wrong. But… you’re fine with this right?” 

“Huh… what do you mean?” 

“Most people would be kicking and screaming, doing anything and everything to get away, am I wrong?” 

“That’s-” 

“Most people would put up a fight. People who… don’t at least want this to some extent?” 

“Well-” 

“I… I honestly appreciate such honest and on display desire. Trust me, I would be the last to judge you right now. But… you are into this, no?” 

“Ms Y/N… that’s a little emba-” 

rassing… Ms Y/N is right. Jisung nods his head slowly, biting his lower lip again. He can’t believe he’s admitting how much the vines inside of him are fucking with his sanity. Gooey appendage hitting his prostate dead on everytime it wriggles in and out of him. The way he, maybe, perhaps, possibly wants you to look at him. Admire him? He wants to seem desirable to you even now. 

“I… I understand. You don’t have to tell me.” You gently stroke his cheek and hesitantly press a kiss to it. 

Leaning back you grin at him. “I can already tell you like it. Just look at the way your body is reacting.” You peer down at the throbbing erection bobbing against his stomach. 

His embarrassed protests get caught in his throat. Stuttering and stumbling over his words. You giggle at his state and lean back, right against a vine. Gasping in surprise you turn and come face to face with it. Staring at it for a second it slowly pushes up against the little cage again. You exhale in relief and grab another mouse for your new friend. It snuggles against your thigh before wrapping itself around the carcass once more and slithering away like a snake. 

The tendril in your hair and the one around your arm slowly uncurl themselves around you, opting to make their way past your cheeks and to your ears. Feeling ticklish you bring your shoulders up, squirming away from the playful tendrils. But they seem very adamant and forceful this time. Not letting up no matter how many times you squirm away. You can’t bring yourself to swat at them so you lose this fight. 

The tendrils curl themselves into your ear, a weird sensation making you gasp and a shiver runs down your spine. Your right eye is squeezed shut while the left one slowly turns up into your own head. The movement of your face is out of your control for a second. A quiet buzzing fills your ears, similar to the brown noise that flows from your headphones to your ears, especially during stressful times at work. 

“..r you” 

You blink, once, twice. The second time you can make it out clearer. 

“For you.” 

“What?” you see the way your partner flinches, you make an apologetic gesture. You probably overestimated how loud you need to be with the tendrils nestling themselves into your ear. You put your hands over them. Is… is this J-1 talking to me? 

“Gift. For you.” The voice is so gentle and smooth it tugs at your heartstrings. 

You repeat their sentence out loud, making Mr Han eye you with a puzzled look on his face. You are filled with a warm, relaxed feeling. All the stress and uncertainty is fading away. 

“Seedling… like?” the voice rings clear in your head. You nod your head and gently run a finger over the tendrils. 

“Yes I love it. Thank you.” You hope J-1 can feel your affection for it. 

In some sort of excitement, J-1 suddenly yanks the still tied Jisung up. In the air the vines around his arms and chest are… pulsating? Growing? You aren’t too sure. But the fabric tears at the seams and after finally bursting, the fabric hangs from his broad shoulders. You take in the beautiful sight. He has a surprisingly tiny waist. Your eyes wander from his hips to his cute belly up towards his impossibly tiny waist and up to his broad shoulders. 

He… He’s incredibly attractive. You pick your jaw up off the floor and keep watching. He tries to muffle his moans but one vine slithers up his chest and wriggles itself into his mouth. You lean to the side, trying to get a better look, and as if knowing what you want, J-1 brings him closer to you. Turning him towards the side and bringing him very close, almost too close. You hesitantly reach out and rub his back gently, your eyes never leaving the vine thrusting itself into his mouth over and over again. 

Drool starts accumulating at the corners of his mouth, slowly dribbling down to his chin. The sight is very erotic when accompanied by the muffled slurping. Before you can even think about moving your head again, the body in front of you already gets flipped around. You get a good view of the way two tendrils hold his twitchy hole open while a gooey appendage thrusts itself into Jisung. You wonder if he could take more, and once again, before even finishing your thought, another vine makes its way towards the only opening he has. 

I’ll break… I’ll seriously break. Jisung can’t think clearly, vine in his throat shooting some sort of sweet liquid down his throat, making his head spin. It doesn’t help that he’s getting manhandled into every position imaginable, his private parts being presented right to you. He feels as if he’s being served on a silver platter for you. 

While struggling in his internal debate he feels the way the tendrils pull his hole further apart, stretching him to the brim. A loud whine escapes him and his teeth clamp onto the vine in his mouth while a second appendage wriggles itself inside of him, right next to the first one. His body won’t stop trembling and his head hangs low as the drool seeps down the vine. It doesn’t take long until they both start thrusting inside of him, with a newfound vigor and with no rhythm or harmony at all. He feels like he’s being pounded like an animal, with no regard to him. He fights back the butterflies in his stomach. 

Muffled moans make their way to your ears, Jisung shaking as the vines abuse his hole. Drilling themselves further inside until his body jerks. They’re probably hitting the back. There are tears brimming in his eyes.You press your lips together to suppress another sadistic smile. While watching the way his toes wriggle and press together another idea pops into your head. You place your hands on your new tendril-earphones and talk to J-1 in your mind. 

Maybe it's your curious nature, but you want to push him further and further and see how much he can take. J-1 seems to follow your wishes well. New tendrils appear from underneath the big purple petals and make their way towards Jisung. They distribute themselves almost like a little army. A few start curling themselves around his ears, two tickle his sides and another four go to work at his feet. You know about his ticklish nature, since he always twitches back when your hand comes close to his waist. 

You intend to use that information to your benefit and ruin him slowly. What will he do, an onslaught of pleasure, pain and joy all bubbling inside of him. You hold back the last tendril, just for another second. Noticing that his dick is getting real twitchy. You’re pretty sure this means that he’s incredibly close. So before he can find relief in emptying his seemingly swollen testicles, you push him once again. The last tendril uncurls itself and shoves its way into Jisungs dick. 

The gasp you receive is almost delicious, the sound sinking to the bottom of your stomach, making you more giddy. Struggling against the thick vines locking him into place, he tries to stop the tendril from going inside of his urethra, but to no avail. So close to the edge and he feels the cum get pushed back by a stringy plant. The worst part is the way it curls itself into the tiniest ball at the bottom, actively stopping the cum from leaking out. 

Now the tears are flowing. Shuddery breaths escape him, as the vine inside of his mouth retracts and he gasps and splutters for air. Coughing up some of the sweet liquid he tries to catch his breath while sobbing. His adorable hiccupping and his big doe eyes filled with tears is an incredible sight. 

You notice that your clipboard is still incredibly empty, so you avert your gaze again and scribble down something, anything. While the vines thrust into him and the tendrils toy with his body, you lean back and observe once again. And you continue to stare, eyeing him like a hawk and at the same time talking to J-1 in your head. It seems that it doesn’t really want to mate, yet it can’t find the words to explain better. You reassure it that it’s not bad and you will keep trying. You try to ask simple yes or no questions, you try to draw and J-1 will tell you if that’s right or not. You’re out of mice at this point so you’re unsure how much longer this situation will go on and stay friendly. You really hope it won’t turn hostile again. 

Scribbling away, you lean further into your clipboard. You nearly get lost in your work again. 

A heartbreaking sob breaks you out of your trance. 

Jisung cries so sweetly for you, calling your name, never dropping the Ms. How endearing. You bring him closer to you, cradling his face in your hands. Through the snot and drool and sobbing you can make out that he really… really wants to cum. Also something along the lines of how you’re such a meanie for ignoring him and you should pay attention to him. So on and so forth. His adorable crying tugs at your heartstrings and you coo at him gently. Patting the sweaty hair away from his face and hugging his face close to your chest for a second. 

When you let go again, you lean down and capture his puffy lips in a kiss. Moving against him while slowly pulling the tendril out of his urethra. He tries to return the kiss, but can't for the life of him concentrate on you now. Only chasing after his high, rutting against the air. 

It’s almost as if pulling a plug, as soon as it's out Jisung cums with a long drawn out groan, gasping in between when he feels the vines shoot some sort of goo inside of him. The aftershocks twitch through his body as he hangs limp in the vines. You extend your arms and J-1 drops Jisung gently down to you, unhanding him when the vines and tendrils all back off from his exhausted, sweaty and warm body. Torn clothes scattered across his body, some parts of him covered in goo. He takes deep breaths as he tries to come down from his high. 

You reach over to your torn lab coat and drape it over the body in your lap. Patting his back affectionately, while cooing at his sorry state. He shudders once more before dropping his head on you. You want to talk to him, ask him how he’s feeling, how he’s doing, if his butt is okay and most importantly… Where does this situation leave the two of you? 

But you bite your tongue… literally. 

The giant petals move out of nowhere, sending you and Jisung tumbling down into the mossy patches underneath. You hold onto his head as you roll all the way to a big rock, slamming your back against it. It robs all the air from your lungs. Gasping for air you can only watch, stunned at the way J-1 brings his petals closer to the center, once again shielding itself from view. You turn to Jisung, he seems unharmed. You lay back against the grass as you stare into the gigantic light that lights up the dome. You made it out alive, who would have thought. Closing your eyes for a second, you feel the adrenaline subside. A wave of pain hits you all at once. It is accompanied by exhaustion, endless curiosity, sadness and a weird gentle feeling you can’t quite put your finger on. 

You don’t know how long you’ve rested your eyes for, but when you open them again a silhouette stands above you, peering at you and your partner. Shooting up you turn towards the mysterious person only to come face to face with the gardeners. The gardeners… the gardeners! You jump up and quickly try to explain, but your legs nearly give out as the world spins. Your close friend and coworker Rin helps you sit on a nearby rock. 

After getting escorted out of the dome and back into your office again, you describe what happened to your friend. She listens intently and nods her head every so often. You obviously don’t mention the sexual aspect of this encounter, but the discovery is noteworthy nonetheless! You’ve worked with the gardeners for a long time and have shared your findings with them always. So while Olive helps Jisung get into his chair, Kresten is collecting your belongings in the dome. 

After a good scolding from your favorite gardeners, they harshly command you to go home and rest. Getting the cars ready to bring the two of you back into your beds ASAP. While leaving to go get the cars ready, you’re suddenly left in the quiet office with Jisung, Mr Han… your partner and coworker. The tension feels thick and uneasy. But you’re determined to talk things out. You stomp over to his desk to the best of your abilities and sit on his desk. 

“Mr. Han, I just wan-” You nervously start, gritting your way through the sentence before being cut off. 

“Please… call me Jisung.” a gentle heart shaped smile makes its way to his mouth, and you mirror the same big smile. You scoot closer to the middle of his desk and continue. 

“Right… Jisung, I just wanted to apologize again for what happened there.” You offer your apology with a sincere tone. He nods slowly. 

“How about this Ms Y/N, I will accept your apology if you invite me to a coffee sometime?” He grins up at you, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Americano?” You snort, hiding your laughter behind your hand. 

“You bet!” 

SMUT || MDNI 18+

warnings: sex bro idk what else to tell u

pairing: felix x reader

short thought

thinking about kissing felix's adam's apple while jerking him off

lewd sounds filled the room as your hands traveled up and down his length. You could feel the vibrations in his chest ripple out as he let out deep moans, a breathy, almost ethereal sound you could never get enough of, in a lifetime.

as your eyes traveled up, it paused at the sight of felix's adam's apple, bobbing with each nervous swallow. Feeling someone's gaze on him made him open his eyes, heart almost stopping at the sight of your lust blown eyes staring at what he knew was his adam's apple. sure, he had a bigger one than others, and he knew it, but when you gazed at him like that, only you, the effect you had on him was overwhelming.

He felt your hand halt, and the next thing he knew, he could feel your bodies press closer, if that was possible. Your hot breath scorched his chest, leaving a lingering heat after moving past that spot.

A shudder ran through felix's body as he felt your lips softly connect with his adam's apple, pressing a light peck to it. "Y/n- that-" he began, immediately being cut off with a moan of pleasure. The motions of the hand that had long been forgotten had suddenly began pumping his cock again, and the softness of the kiss was now abandoned, replaced with harsh, careless sucking. felix's head threw back, further exposing his adam's apple, which you had just figured out to be one of his many sensitive spots. although, he seems to be more reactive to this particular area. well, you will definitely use that knowledge to your advantage.