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The movie🍿🎬🎥

Han Jisung BFF! x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

You were having a very stressful day and Han knew it so he planned a movie night. It was really easy bc he has keys to your apartment. Once you got home Han was sitting in the living room. You didn’t see him cause you were crying. You went straight to your room and cried into your pillow. Han followed you to your room. He sat on your bed and rubbed your back. “Shhhh it’s ok”.

You wished it was okay. Work was absolutely horrible you had to train a bunch of people, you got a bunch of paperwork, and you only have 3 days to get the 3 piles of paperwork done. Luckily Han can cheer you up no matter what. He picks you up and brings you out to the living room. He sets you on the couch, grabs the popcorn, and starts the movie.

The move was actually really good for the part you saw. You fell asleep about half way through the movie. Han let you sleep. After the movie he picked you up and brought you to bed. He laid you down and cuddled with you. He knew you deserved work off so he texted your boss and told him that you were sick and wouldn’t be at work tomorrow. He turned off all your alarms.

When you woke up you thought you were late to work, you shook Han awake. “HAN, I’M LATE FOR WORK!” You exclaimed. “I called you out of work.” You didn’t really understand why but you were grateful for it. You were grateful to have him…

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This one was in the drafts for awhile I’m glad I finally got it done!

The highlights of the movie (for me lol)

game over | lee know

pairing: lee know x afab!reader

word count: 6.5k

genre: smut, angst, fluff, best friends to lovers

warnings: minors dni, swearing, use of pet names, nipple play, fingering, protected sex

summary: after a night where the two of you accidentally end up cuddling on his bed, you and minho are forced to confront the feelings you’ve had for each other all along.

(a/n): *taps mic* hello?? is this thing on?? cheers to my first fic of 2024!! i have a goal to start writing more this year, so expect to see more of me soon! please accept this as an offering for my re-entry into the world of smut writing. i hope it lives up to your expectations and more. again, feedback is always appreciated! much love! <3

“I’ve watched you make Miles circle Harlem Station enough times to memorize the entire layout. If it wasn’t in there the first time, why do you think it’ll be there now?”

Your character pauses mid-run as you turn to scowl at Minho, the quest prompt taunting you on the left side of the screen.

He blinks like he’s asked an innocent question, like he didn’t just state the obvious to rub salt further into your pathetic wound. “I’m trying to cover all of my bases here, Min. What if I missed something?”

“You know, most people who discover they have superpowers take it as a sign to do something impactful with their life. Become a hero. Start a crime syndicate. Something.”

“But…?”

“But not Miles Morales. No, he figures he wants a silly purple suit and wages psychological warfare on innocent people with nothing better to do. Inspiring, really.”

You groan, picking the controller back up as Minho prods at your side with his foot. “You’re so unhelpful.”

You’ve been at it for a while now, perched on the edge of Minho’s bed, taking up residence in his room while he doom scrolls on his phone, splayed out against his pillows.

Your hangouts are quiet for the most part. But then again, that’s how it’s always been for you and Minho—mutually shared silence. More comfortable with each other as you both coexist in the same space than anywhere else.

It also just so happens that Minho has a PS5 and you don’t. Something about it being a Christmas present from his very rich, very financially irresponsible roommate who thinks anything expensive is a good gift, even if Minho has never so much as touched a console a day in his life.

You made a joke about it back then, something along the lines of “Hey, do you think Changbin needs a girlfriend that he can buy another one for?” to which Minho had thrown you an unreadable look and mumbled that you could come over and use it whenever you wanted. You would never ask him to do that, because you’re a good friend. So thankfully, he’d offered on his own.

Minho is a good friend too. He lets you come over, lets you grab at your hair in frustration while he watches, and even looks things up for you when you really need it. Not that you ever do, because you’re a firm believer in finishing games with integrity rather than pulling up a wiki on how to do it step by step.

But hey, if Minho throws you a very helpful, very not-looked-up tip every once in a while, who are you to complain?

Miles Morales is pretty busy as a teenager. In between learning how to be Spiderman, going to school, and fighting crime, he seemingly always has another side mission for you to do.

You throw yourself back into the game, searching high and low for the sound samples that you need to complete the quest while Minho’s phone spews facts about the molting process of komodo dragons somewhere behind you. Probably another one of his animal life documentaries.

Another hour passes, the sky completely dark outside the window above Minho’s desk. You’ve circled Harlem Station another five times, searching all the same spots, running into walls and alleyways along the street in hopes that something, anything will turn up. Your back is starting to cramp, shoulders tense, so you roll your neck a few times and stretch your arms above your head.

You yawn and lean backwards, fully expecting a pillow to catch you on the way down. Except you fail to remember just how small Minho’s bed is, especially with two people on it, and collide with his chest.

“Shit, sorry,” you say quickly, sitting back up, “Didn’t know you were behind me.”

“It’s okay.” Minho mumbles, voice tired. “Come here.”

There’s no time to react, no time to process what’s happening before Minho’s arm is wrapping around you and you’re being guided back down into his chest.

Your body goes rigid, but then you realize that’s probably weird, so you force yourself to relax. Minho doesn’t say anything, just keeps his attention fixed on his phone screen, footage of a baby red panda rolling around in a pile of bamboo sticks playing at a low volume.

You and Minho don’t do this. You’ve never done this.

You and Minho are best friends. When you were younger, the people in your neighborhood even went as far to call the two of you soulmates. Always attached at the hip, never separated. But even after all of that, all the years of hangouts and sleepovers and taking up space in each other's lives, you and Minho have never cuddled.

Is this cuddling?

You brave a glance in Minho’s direction just to find that he’s still locked in on the documentary. If you focus too hard, you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back, the rhythmic beating of his heart between your shoulder blades.

This doesn’t have to be weird. It’s fine, really. You and Minho are more than qualified as friends, best friends, to do this. Absolutely.

You take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you count to four, and reach for the controller again, allowing yourself to fully relax into Minho.

For a split second you can’t help but think that this is definitely better than laying against pillows. Minho is broad, his shoulders wide and chest big enough for you to melt into one side comfortably. Pillows are lumpy and inconsistent and definitely don’t radiate heat the way Minho is right now, soft puffs of air hitting the top of your head as he breathes.

To no surprise, you find it hard to get back into the game. Miles is running into walls and missing all of his web shots as your brain struggles to keep up, lagging because of the way Minho’s body is firm beneath yours.

You’re jolted out of your thoughts when Minho shifts, his elbow coming up to rest against your shoulder and—oh.

Minho slides his fingers into your hair without a second thought, blunt nails dragging against your scalp as they card through leisurely.

Your stomach twists and turns as an unfamiliar fluttering feeling settles deep within your gut. It’s so unfair, the fact that you feel like your heart is about to sprout wings and fly out of your chest while Minho scrolls through instagram like this is a normal Friday night activity for him.

To make things worse, Minho decides he’s going to rest his cheek against the side of your head, the contact adding the overwhelming feeling of—whatever it is that you’re experiencing.

“Doing okay?” Minho asks after a while. His eyes glance over at where Miles is standing in the middle of the street, salsa dancing after sitting idle for the better part of five minutes. You jerk the joystick quickly.

“Yup!” You say a little too quickly. “Yeah, great, good.”

“Tired? I can drive you home.” His hand is still moving softly against your head, slow strokes that make it hard to fight the sleepiness nipping at the back of your mind.

“‘S okay, Min. I can walk.”

Minho’s brow furrows as he shifts to look down his nose at you. You turn your head up at the same time, and it’s then that you realize just how close your faces are.

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna let you walk. I have a car, come on.” He says, sitting up and pushing you with him.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure.” He smiles, grabbing his keys off the nightstand. “Anything for you, yeah?”

The drive to your dorm is quiet. Changbin and Minho live an easy two blocks down from campus. Although Minho is still in school, he was quick to jump at the opportunity to get away from dorm life. Anything to ease the hole that his parents were no doubt burning into their pockets to send him to school in Seoul.

You really could have walked. It takes less than five minutes for Minho’s car to roll to a stop in front of your dorm building, a few students passing by as they return from the library.

“You’re coming over again tomorrow?” He asks, turning to look at you. His left hand grips the steering wheel, and you can’t help but notice how even in the dark his eyes still have that same shine.

“Oh, you—do you want me to?”

Minho snorts, glances forward for a second before returning his gaze back to you. “‘Course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

You fiddle with your hands in your lap. It’d be weird to say “I don’t know I just thought that you might be weirded out that we cuddled” in a situation like this, right?

“I just thought—” you stop, shaking your head, “Nevermind. Yeah, I’ll—yeah. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

Minho watches while you get out of the car, eyebrows furrowed as he follows your every move. Not so much confused, more worried than anything.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks, leaning down to peer up at you through the window.

“Yes, I promise. Goodnight, Min, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Minho blinks a few times before giving up. He breaks out into a grin, and you ignore the smattering of butterfly wings in your chest.

“Night.”

You and Minho cuddle now. It’s a thing. Has been for weeks since that first time.

Every night is the same: you play for a bit, Minho watches his documentaries, and somehow in the middle of it all you find yourself pressed against his chest while he plays with your hair.

You’ve learned how to effectively handle the rapid beating of your heart every time too. Minho, still as casual as ever, hasn’t mentioned it even if he’s noticed.

Tonight is no different. You’re still looking for the stupid sound samples. Miles is running through back alleys in between brick buildings and graffitied walls, nothing to show for it.

School has been shit, too. The past few weeks have brought an increase in assignments and finals are just around the corner, which means you’ll no doubt be typing out multiple page papers in no time. All you want to do is beat this stupid game so you can have some sort of achievement to quell the misery you’ll be subjected to in about a week’s time.

It’s also become increasingly hard to ignore the shift in you and Minho’s relationship. If you can even call it that.

On the surface level, nothing has changed. But there are little things here and there, little moments that are so small they almost go unnoticed.

When the two of you go out, the touches he leaves on your arms or waist linger for longer than they used to whenever he passes by. There’s glances stolen and smiles shared that leave your cheeks flushed pink and his ears red. And, to top it all off, you’ve realized that you’re more anxious whenever you’re not in Minho’s arms, a result of knowing how it feels to have him so close and being unable to forget even after he’s gone.

Because when you’re in Minho’s arms, the world ceases to exist. Stars align and burn so bright that you feel like your entire body is on fire.

Minho’s arms feel right.

Your feelings about Minho have always been clear. He’s your best friend, your other half, someone you’ve never once had to question about his place in your life.

Minho is a constant, steady reminder that no matter what happens you’ll always have a place to run to, a place to be.

That’s what makes this so scary. The tightening of your heart when his hands find purchase in your hair, petting and scratching and making you feel things you’ve never felt before. The warmth of his chest against your back as the two of you exist together inside the walls of his bedroom, no one to judge you or make you feel like you need to think about anything other than Minho, Minho, Minho.

You’ve had crushes before. You’ve dealt with the dizziness of attraction and longing. Not with Minho though. Not like this. And because of that, it feels wrong.

There’s no way Minho feels the same, no way he’s doing this every night because he also can’t sleep once he’s in bed, his mind full of thoughts that include you and the lingering feeling of your touch on his skin or the scent of your shampoo in his nose. Not the way yours is.

Minho’s last girlfriend was named Yeji. She had hair the color of fire and a sparkle in her eye that made you feel like maybe you didn’t have it all figured out the way she did. She kept herself wrapped around his arm and looked at him like he hung the stars. Her love for Minho was fierce and explosive and his for her all the same.

You’ve never been the jealous type, but thinking about it now you realize that maybe whatever feelings you’re harboring for Minho have always been there—if your annoyance during their relationship was anything to go by.

It was hard for you to be around when he was with Yeji; sometimes you’d leave gatherings early, or you’d decline invites to hang out. At one point, Minho had to corner you in front of your dorm building because you’d stopped answering his texts to come over.

It wasn’t your fault though. It was unfair for him to expect you to want to be around them, to sit and watch as he held her hand or planted kisses on her head, to be subjected to feeling like you’d never be able to find something similar to what they had. Absolutely impossible, like squeezing water from a stone.

But regardless, you powered through it. Bit the bullet and stuck it out because you knew that at the end of the day if the only way you’d be able to have Minho by your side was by being nothing more than a friend then you’d take it. Because at least then it would—

Fuck.

Fuck.

You’re in love with Minho.

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. Miles is salsa dancing in the middle of the street, taunting you.

“Stop that.” Minho says, his eyes burning holes into the back of your head.

“Stop what?”

“Thinking. I can hear it from all the way over here.”

“Sorry.” you mumble.

“Want to talk about it?”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “It’s nothing, really. I just—I have a lot on my mind.”

It’s not a lie. You do have a lot on your mind. You’re just leaving out the part where you mention that it’s him.

“Hmm,” Minho hums like he knows. Like he’s experiencing the same thing. Maybe he is. A part of you dares to hope. “Do you want to cuddle? Will that help?”

You swallow around a lump in your throat as his words carve out the inside of your chest, leaving you hollow.

So you have been cuddling. You were scared to call it that out loud, weren’t sure if you were allowed to.

Already beside yourself, you nod, scooching towards him.

Minho shifts upwards on the bed, his back against the pillows, and parts his knees. You stop, confused, until he’s grabbing your arm and guiding you in between his legs, your back against his chest. He lets his chin rest on the top of your head, one hand resting on the side of your thigh and the other holding his phone.

“Better?”

No. You think you’re going to die. “Yes, thank you.”

Minho starts playing with your hair, just like he always does. He scrolls through instagram where you can see, stops on a post, double taps, keeps scrolling. When a funny video comes up, he laughs and waits for you to laugh too. It’s so intimate, so unlike the two of you, but for some reason it feels normal. Unlike your frazzled brain five minutes ago, Minho’s hold brings forth a sense of clarity that you’re certain you’ll never be able to find anywhere else.

Minho makes you feel seen, warm, safe.

And you’re undeniably in love with him.

When he notices you squirming, he steadies you by pulling up his knees to incase you into him further.

“I can sing you a song. You used to like that, yeah?” He asks, bumping the tip of his nose against the crown of your head.

You did use to like that. You still do. But it’s been so long since Minho last sang to you, maybe since middle school, so you never had the courage to ask.

“Only if you want to.”

“Anything for you, remember?” Minho says with conviction, like he doesn’t have to think about it twice. His certainty knocks the air out of your lungs.

Minho’s chest rumbles when he starts to sing, his voice taking on a soft cadence that makes you feel like you’re floating on air. Unlike his higher pitch when you were younger, Minho’s voice is deep and rich and hits every note with practiced ease.

Minho’s voice was always your favorite. You could listen to any song, try and distract yourself with music and a pair of headphones, but nothing ever worked quite like Minho’s singing did. And now, as you sit between his legs, his hand tangled in the strands of your hair, you don’t think that anything will ever be able to compare.

You’re completely melted into him by the time he’s done, your bodies alloying together in a way that makes your insides twist and turn. Minho continues his motions through your hair, humming softly, and then, “Was that okay?”

“More than okay.” You sigh. “Loved it. Love you.”

The confession hangs in the air, leaden and haunting. You don’t process what you’ve said until the damage is already done. Your ears fill with static, your blood running cold.

Minho’s hand stills, so does his chest, like he’s no longer breathing.

No. No. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This is his fault. His stupid singing. His stupid warmth. Him, him, him.

Minho, Minho, Minho.

You sit up quickly, trying to hide the tremble of your voice when you manage to squeak out a few words. “I should get going.”

Miles is still salsa dancing on the tv. Minho blinks a few times as you scramble to grab your things, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. So much for not wanting to make things weird. So much for trying to be normal. Way to fucking go.

The sinking feeling in your gut worsens when Minho doesn’t move, doesn’t even bother to say anything. He just watches, his mouth opening and closing like he wants to stop you but he can’t find it in him to do so. You don’t blame him.

You’re halfway out the door of his bedroom when he finds his voice again. The same voice that was just filling your ears not too long ago, except this time it’s strained.

“Wait, don’t—”

“I’m not sure if I’ll be over tomorrow. I have to study.”

Minho’s hand stops where it was beginning to reach out for you. He lets it fall to his side, his eyes shifting to the floor. Part of you wants to hear him out, wants to see if maybe he’s not as repulsed as you think he is, but the other part of you knows you can’t handle any of that right now.

“Oh,” he whispers, “Okay. You’re gonna be okay?”

“Yeah.” You lie. “Sorry.”

Minho looks up, something like hurt flickering across his face, and that’s all you need to see before you’re bolting out the door and into the night air.

The tears begin to fall as soon as Minho’s apartment is out of sight. It feels like someone’s reached inside your chest and grabbed your heart in their fist, twisting and twisting until the pain becomes unbearable. All those years as friends, all the effort you put into making sure nothing would ruin your relationship with Minho down the drain in a millisecond.

You find yourself in a secluded corner of the courtyard near your dorm building, eyes swollen and red as you cry and cry until you feel like you can’t anymore. There’s no one around, only the soft whistling of the wind as it whips past your face. You wish you hadn’t left, wish that you were back in Minho’s arms so you could parse through every feeling clawing at your brain.

You’re not sure how long you stay out there, but by the time you’re dragging your feet into the dorm lobby the student worker at the front desk is half asleep. The elevator ride up is miserable, your red-rimmed eyes staring back at you in the reflection of the ceiling. Your head hurts, your heart hurts, everything hurts.

You’re about to turn the corner when you hear Minho's voice, frantic and pleading.

“Y/n, just, let’s talk okay? I know you’re in there, please open the door.”

He’s standing with his forehead pressed to the wood, hand above his head as he knocks weakly. All it takes is one hesitant step forward for him to catch sight of you in his periphery.

“Minho?” You strain, the lump in your throat growing again. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes go wide when he turns to face you, his cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling as if he just finished running a marathon. “I didn’t—I thought that you—” He glances back and forth between you and the door.

You let your eyes travel down his body, stopping when you notice his feet clad in nothing but his house slippers. He’s not even wearing a jacket, his t-shirt uneven at the neck, hair wild from the wind.

“I ran here.” He says once he notices your stare. “I shouldn’t have let you leave like that. I was stupid.”

You force yourself to look up after the last word leaves his mouth, your eyes searching his. “Min—”

“Are you okay?” He cuts you off, rushing forward. He wraps one hand around your wrist, lifting your arm to inspect for damages. When he doesn’t find any, he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, brows furrowing when he notices how puffy your eyes are.

“You’ve been crying.”

“I haven’t, it’s just windy out there.”

“Stop lying.” He mumbles. “You can’t lie to me.”

“It’s fine.” You try to say, stepping back. His hands fall back down to his sides. “It’s nothing. I just need to sleep.”

You shoulder past him, keeping your head down so he doesn’t see the tears that are already starting to form. You’d rather not look more pathetic than you already do. There’s nothing he can say to fix this, this is your problem. Something that you’ll have to live with and move past even if it hurts.

“I love you too.”

The world around you stops moving. There’s a ringing in your ears, static spreading throughout your entire body. If it wasn’t for your death grip on the door handle, you probably would’ve fallen to the floor.

You turn, painfully slow, and come face to face with Minho’s similarly fearful eyes.

“If you meant it the way I think you did, I love you too.”

“You’re just saying that,” you whisper, “I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, okay? It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have said it. I got too caught up in my own head and I accidentally—”

“Don’t.” Minho croaks, eyes glossy. “Don’t tell me it was a mistake. Don’t bullshit me.”

“What are you—”

“Actually, no, fuck it.” He sighs, closing the distance by a few steps. “You got your turn, now it’s mine. I meant what I said even if you didn’t. I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m sorry I let you leave without saying it back. I froze up because I never thought that I would hear you say it first.”

It’s your turn to open and close your mouth, words lost. Minho is looking at you like you might disappear if he even so much as blinks. His voice is thick, like there’s a layer of fear coating his throat as he forces the words out one by one.

“I thought I could live with it, I thought that I could stand never being able to tell you. But then I got a taste of how it felt to have you so close to me and, God, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. Every night after you leave feels like an eternity until you come back the next day.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Why do you think I haven’t just given you my console? Why do you think I force myself to focus on youtube videos whenever you’re over? I needed a reason to keep asking you to come back. I needed something to distract myself from wanting to hold you close and tell you how badly I want you to stay.”

He lets out a shaky breath, his chest heaving up and down like he’s just finished running a marathon.

“I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong. Maybe you didn’t mean it like that, maybe you just want to be friends. But these past few weeks of having you with me every night, of being able to hold you and pretend for just a moment that you’re mine, have made me so unbelievably happy. You have no idea. So, please, if this isn’t what you want, tell me. But I need you to know that I love you, too. And I’m sorry that I didn’t say it back when I had the chance.”

Minho looks at you like you’re holding his heart in your hands, broken and bleeding. He doesn’t know that he’s owned yours since the moment you met, since he flashed you that lopsided grin and you knew that you were always going to be his.

“I meant it.” You say slowly, watching as he swallows hard. “I meant it the same way you did. I love—mmmnfgh!”

Minho’s kissing you before you even get the chance to properly say it back. He brings his hand up to rest on the back of your head, holding you in place while he slots his lips together with yours. It’s soft, gentle, almost as if he’s scared he might break you. If he really wanted to, you’d let him.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours and drops his hands to your waist.

“What does this mean?” You whisper into the space between your lips.

Minho sighs. “It means that I love you, and you love me. We can figure out the rest later. Together.”

That’s all the permission you need to pull him back into you by the collar of his shirt, smashing your lips together in a kiss much more urgent than the last. You let him push you backwards into your dorm, kicking the door closed with his foot as soon as you’re inside. Minho walks the two of you in the direction of your bed against the far wall, and you silently pat yourself on the back for saving up to afford the single room this year.

You let out a noise when the backs of your knees hit the bed and you go tumbling backwards, Minho landing on top of you with a grunt. Your lips are still attached, almost like you’re glued together, and Minho grins.

“Stop smiling,” you mumble, “I can’t kiss you when you’re smiling.”

He pulls away, trailing kisses up the side of your cheek, over your nose, down the other cheek, laughing. “We can’t have that can we?”

The third time Minho kisses you is different. His movements are slower, more sensual, and you gasp when his tongue swipes over your bottom lip. You let him in, a strangled moan escaping when he slots his leg in between yours, applying pressure.

“Min—”

“Fuck. Sorry.” He says quickly. “We don’t have to—I should’ve—”

“No,” you say, sitting up. He blinks at you a few times, watches as you place your hands on his chest, run them down the length of his torso until they reach the hem of his shirt. “I want this. I want you.”

Minho’s eyes darken as he brings a hand up to your face, hooking his thumb and forefinger just below your ear as he cups your jaw. “You,” he breathes out, touching his nose to yours, “You drive me crazy.”

“Good ‘crazy’ or bad ‘crazy’?” You ask, letting him guide you back down until you’re flat against the bed. He plants his knees on either side of you, drops his body until you’re chest to chest, and starts placing open mouth kisses along your neck. You squirm beneath him, squeezing your thighs together as the desire in your stomach builds.

“Good.” He mumbles against your skin, sucking at the spot just above your collarbone. “So fucking good.”

Minho lets you pull his shirt over his head, the dip between his shoulder blades visible when he drops back down to remove your sweater, mouthing between the peaks of your breasts as soon as it’s off. You arch your back into him, groaning when he reaches around to unclasp your bra.

“This okay?” he asks, throwing it to the floor.

“More than okay,” you whisper, “Feels good.”

Minho wastes no time in taking one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the other one between his fingers as you writhe beneath him, your lower half looking for some sort of friction. He brings his knee back in between your legs, presses his thigh against your core and clenches the muscle.

“Use it,” he mumbles, teeth biting at the flesh of your chest, “Let me feel you.”

A broken whine escapes your lips when you grind down onto his thigh, the pressure making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re so wet already, clenching around nothing as Minho continues to lick and suck at your breasts.

“Min.” You moan, tangling your fingers in his hair. “Not enough. Need you. Please.”

“Fuck.” Minho growls, propping himself up on his elbows. He stares into your eyes, lips swollen and pink. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Tell me.” You plead, your vision going blurry when one of his hands behind stroking the side of your stomach. Minho’s fingers are slender, soft to the touch, and you think you could get the shape of them tattooed as a reminder that the two of you existed in this moment in time together.

“I’ve been thinking about you forever. More in the past few weeks, but, you’ve always been there. Always in the back of my mind. You’re so pretty. The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I—” he laughs, ducks his head for a moment before looking back up, “I never thought I’d be able to have you like this.”

His hand slips beneath the waistband of your pants, and you bite your lip to stop the moan from leaving your lips when the pads of his fingers dip into your folds.

“Like I said, you drive me crazy. I’ve never wanted someone, anything, the way I want you. I—fuck, y/n.”

“I’m here now. I want you. Need you. Have me, Minho.” You moan, clenching when he pushes a finger in.

Minho swears under his breath, kisses you through the process of removing both of your pants, the loss of his fingers leaving you empty as you throb with want, with need.

“Do you have—”

“Top drawer.” You cut him off, jerking your head in the direction of your night stand. Minho smirks before reaching over and pulling out a condom. He takes a second to roll it on, your mouth pooling with spit at the sight of him.

He’s big. Unbelievably big. You swallow when he lines himself up at your entrance, lowering himself as he cages your head in between his elbows. “I’ll go slow,” he whispers, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, “Want to take my time, remember this forever.”

“Sap.” You giggle, gripping his shoulders.

He kisses you again, smiling into it. “Only for you. Anything for you, remember?”

“I remember.” You grin. He kisses you, messy and wet until you’re melting into the mattress, and then Minho pushes the head of his cock inside.

“Oh God,” you whine, burying your face into his neck. Minho brings a hand down to sooth you by rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb as you mumble into his neck, broken noises escaping your throat as he pushes himself in further.

“That’s it, baby, just like that. You feel so good, let me hear you.” He grunts, picking up a steady pace.

It’s so much all at once. The feeling of Minho’s cock filling you to completion, the warmth of his firm chest against yours, the iron grip he has on your hip, probably bruising. You hope it bruises. Hope that it’ll stay, a permanent mark just like the one he has on your heart.

Minho is so beautiful like this, hanging over you with his hair dangling in his face as he gives you his all—gives you the world. You’re dizzy with want. With love.

Minho thrusts into you like you’re his, taking you apart from the inside out. He touches you with fire in his fingertips and leaves a trail of ice in their wake. His moans are broken, strained, falling from his lips like a mantra as he says your name over and over again with every snap of his hips.

“You’re incredible.” He says against your lips, your teeth clacking together. “It’s you. It’s always been you. Will always be you.”

You let him wrap his arms behind your back completely, gasping when he pulls you upright, your body pressed against his chest as he sets you both in a sitting position. He leans his head back, moans when you angle down into the kiss, bouncing slightly to meet him halfway as he continues thrusting upwards into you.

It’s so much—everything you’ve ever wanted and more. The feeling of Minho beneath your fingertips, your hands exploring every inch of him, from his chest to his back, stopping at the base of his neck as you moan into his mouth. You’re not sure if you’ll ever recover, not when you've gotten a taste of what heaven feels like.

Minho falls back against the pillows, letting his hands find purchase on your waist as he helps lift you up, his hips smacking into yours at a pace that has your head spinning.

“Min—ah. I’m so close.” You cry out, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Fuck, me too. You’re so beautiful. So, so, beautiful. The most beautiful person in the world. Let go for me. Be mine.”

Abdomen clenching, completely filled, you cum with a sob of Minho’s name, him following right behind as he spurts into the condom. Minho whispers reassurances into your ear the entire time, rubs soothing hands up and down your back as you both ride it out until you collapse against his chest.

“Baby,” Minho croaks, sliding his fingers into your hair. “Jesus, y/n—”

“Was that okay?” You ask. “Are you regretting it?”

“What? No.” Minho soothes, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Of course not. I would never regret that, would never regret you.” There’s an air of finality to his voice. He’s sure.

You stay pressed together for a long while after that. Eventually, Minho moves to clean up, and you allow yourself to be wiped down and dressed in the same t-shirt he came in. When he’s done, Minho pulls you into his bare chest, fits your head under his chin so that he can nuzzle his face into your hair.

“Hi.” He whispers, taking a deep breath.

“Hi.” You say back, closing your eyes.

“This is kind of a mess, isn’t it?” You ask when he starts drawing circles into your hip bone.

“What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “It doesn’t feel real. I’m scared I’m gonna wake up and you’ll be gone.”

Minho tightens his arms around you, drops a firm kiss on your forehead. “I would never. And as far as it being a mess goes, I don’t care. I’m happy as long as you’re happy. This is whatever we want it to be. At the end of the day, it’s you and me. Mess and all.”

You smile into his neck, brushing your lips against his skin. “Promise?”

Minho nods, lets his chin knock against the top of your head. “Promise.”

“I love you, Min.” You say with certainty this time, wanting him to know that you mean it. You vow to yourself that you’ll never let him go without knowing again.

“I love you, too.”

“Min! Look!”

Minho’s entire body jolts awake, phone flying out of his hand and tumbling off the bed. You’re too ecstatic to care that you’ve just woken him up, not when you’ve finally gotten that stupid purple suit.

“The last sound sample! I did it!” You exclaim as you throw yourself at him. He laughs lightly, kisses your cheek as you giggle over the sounds of Miles’ uncle finally gracing him with the Purple Reign suit.

“Only took you, like, a month.”

“Shut up.” You groan, swatting at his chest. “I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what?” Minho asks, his brows disappearing into his hairline. You stretch yourself in between his legs, your chin coming to rest on his stomach as you look up at him with a pout.

“It’s hard to find time to play when my boyfriend is so needy.”

“Oh I’m needy?” Minho laughs, pinching your cheeks on either side.

You retaliate by biting his thigh, not expecting the groan that he immediately lets out. You raise an eyebrow at him, smirking when you notice the slight bulge in his pants. “See what I mean?” You ask, squealing when he reaches down to pull you up towards him, flipping you over so he can press you into the mattress with a kiss.

Seen, loved, warm. Minho makes you feel like you’re the luckiest person in the world. He holds you like he’s scared to let go and loves you harder than you’ve ever been loved before.

Soulmates. Attached at the hip. Two imperfect halves of the same perfect whole. It’s always been Minho. You’ve known since the start, ever since you first laid eyes on him.

Game over.

i am so normal about this picture of Seungmin

you have to get yourself out of bad places. you need to resist the temptation to let everything slip and become apathetic & cynical toward yourself and your life. you need to accept that it takes time to change and it’s ok to fall over as long as u get back up. every morning is a new start and things don’t have to be this way forever. you can heal and you can change.

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Teddy bear🧸

Genre: Smut

Fem reader x Felix

18+ MDNI

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You and Felix were sleeping. He was trying to cuddle you but your were cuddling with a teddy bear. He had enough of it and said, “ IM SICK IF THIS,” and teared the teddy bear out of your arms. He pinned you on the bed and said,”im gonna fuck you until your crying for me to stop.” You were scared but you didn’t admit it. He pulled down your pants and laced underwear. He started to lick your sensitive bud. You were a moaning mess as always. “Yeah baby come on my tongue.” Right as he said that you comed. He started to fuck yiu and you kept comeing and comeing nonstop and he loved it. He finally stopped until tomorrow. In the kitchen you were wearing a hoodie with no pants under it just laced red underwear and Felix could see them. He hugged you from the behind and propped you up on the counter and made you come. Then he fucked you. He just got back from tour yesterday and he was gone for 5 months and he was sad when he came home cause you were tired and wanted to go to bed.

Finally once he was done fucking you he said, “Let’s go watch a movie,yeah?” “Sure,” you said.

At the movie he got horny seeing you in those thine pjs so he grabbed you wrist and took you into the the girls bathroom and fucked you. When you got home he fucked yiu again. “Daddy!” You screamed and when you were coming you screamed,”FELIX!” Finally after that night he was done fucking you every day.

The end

White shampoo

Pairing: Chan x f reader

Genre: smut

You and Chan would take showers frequently. Mainly together but sometimes separately. You loved taking showers together you would help him wash his hair and he would help you. It wasn’t weird bc you two have been dating for 2 years. But one day he got a boner in the shower and here’s the story.

You were sitting on the couch waiting for your bf. Once Chan finally got home you hugged him. “Babe I’ve gotta take a shower do you wanna take it with me?” Chan said. “Sure” you replied. You two went to the bathroom and got undressed. Once you two were in the shower you got your hair wet and then he did. Chan grabbed your shampoo and put it in your hair. You helped Chan put shampoo in his hair as well. When you had to wash your body Chan helped. It made you super wet. Chan noticed it but didn’t say anything. Then he started to get a boner. “Umm Chan…” you say “Yes baby,” he said. “You kinda have a boner.” His face turned red as a tomato cause he was so embarrassed. “Ya I’m sorry baby” he said. You smirked cause of all your dirty thoughts. “Well do you need help?” You said with such an innocent smile. “I guess.” He said. You didn’t even wait you started to lick his tip in the shower. He threw his head back in pleasure. You noticed it, so you started to deep throat him. “B-baby I-I’m gonna cum,” he whined. Right after he said that he cummed. You swallowed it all. “Fuck me.” “What” he asked! “I said fuck me!” “Shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?” “Sure I guess.” He took you to the bedroom and fucked you. “F-fuck baby,” Y/N said “g-gonna cum,” you said. “Aww my little baby is gonna cum,” “y-yes.” He fucked you harder and then you cummed. After you two fucked Chan brought you back to the shower and you two cleaned each other up. Then you guys went to bed.

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Jisung was the topic of the school. he had this interesting attitude. he was always so nice to everyone. everyone knew who he was, but at the same time no one really knew him. you had always found him interesting and you hated yourself for it. you, the regular y/n, has a crush on the Jisung? well who didn't?

you are both majoring in music, which makes it even harder to push away the feelings you have for him. every time he sees you struggle, he immediately comes your way to help you out. you know it's just an act of kindness, but it still makes your heart flutter.

today was no different from other days. you're sitting in class, listening to music for inspiration. your whole class has to produce and write a song as an exam and you've never been more stressed in your life. and being the perfectionist that you are, doesn't make things easier for you. the deadline is in a couple of days and you just can't seem to figure out what's missing in your song.

you just know Jisung isn't having a hard time, since he's been producing for a long time. you really admire him for doing so. writing music? that's fine. producing music? not so much. your daily mental breakdowns over a song just weren't worth it. but of course your school assigned you the project to create a whole song, including producing your own beat.

"are you okay?" you are startled by the sudden voice breaking through your thoughts. you look up and see Jisung at your desk. your heart immediately starts beating faster just by seeing him. damn he's attractive. "y-yeah..." you shake your head "why? do I look that terrible?" you joke. "no you look really pretty actually, but you look kinda.. mad?" he chuckles. did THE Jisung just call me pretty?? you shake your head and manage to put on a fake smile, trying to assure him you're doing good.

"you can tell me you know? it looks like you're stressed?" he says now kneeling beside you and leaning his arms on your desk. your eyes fall down to his muscular arms and you have to stop yourself from staring too much. "it's just.. the assignment.." you sigh "I can't figure out what's missing.. how do you do that every time?" you say while face palming yourself. he gently grabs your wrist and pulls your hands away from your face. "do you need help?" he smiles assuringly.

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you meet up at his house. you're pretty nervous since this is the first time you actually see him after school, but you keep in mind that he just wants to help you. he suggested helping you at his house since he has his own little set up and he can help you better that way. you're amazed by all the equipment he has and you can't wait to work on your song.

"well show me what you got already" he says as he takes a seat. you unpack your stuff from your bag and look for the file. he connects your laptop to his speakers and presses play. you didn't think much of it before, but being besides him and letting him listen to your song suddenly makes you really shy.

the song ends and you anxiously wait for his reaction. you're too scared to look him in the eyes, too afraid for his opinion. after a while he finally speaks. "I love it, but you do need to add something yes.. I just can't put my finger on it"

after trying all kinds of different instruments and him helping you with sound effects you finally finish your product. you clap excitedly and without thinking twice you jump into his arms, thanking him over and over again. he laughs whole heartedly and holds you tight. "no problem, just tell me when you need help next time okay? I'm right here" he hums into your hair.

you realize you've been hugging him for a bit too long and quickly remove yourself from his body. "now... I only need to record the lyrics and I'm good to go" you say. he smiles and nods. "I'm glad I could help, thank you for trusting me. you return the smile and sigh "yes I don't know what I would have done without you really"

he gives you a confused look before saying "you're almost done, why do you still seem upset?". he's right, you're almost done with your assignment, but your head still feels full. "it's just that I have a lot of things to do right now, but I can't seem to relieve the stress you know what I mean?" you sigh. "I can help you with that, you know?" he winks at you. you look at him confused before registering a smirk on his face. you don't know if it's just your mind wanting you to believe he's actually smirking at you, or if he really has in mind what you think he does.

"what do you mean by that?" you say. "I think you already know what I'm talking about honey" he says, his tone suddenly a lot deeper than before. you straighten your back in the chair and clear your throat, trying to look clueless, but at the same time wanting to relieve the ache that has started to form in between your legs. your little ministration doesn't go unnoticed by Jisung and he decides to take the first step by prying open your legs and kneeling in between them.

the urge to kiss him suddenly hitting you so hard you can't think straight anymore. he smiles innocently at you making it harder for you to look him in the eyes. you suddenly feel like a pervert for thinking he actually wants to do anything with you, but before you can finish that thought he starts rubbing his hands on your thighs.

"what are you thinking about pretty girl?" he says as his hands travel higher up your thighs, getting dangerously close to your core. "you, I'm thinking about you" your eyes going wide. did I just say that out loud? you feel your cheeks heating up from embarrassment and you try to hide your face with your hands, but he grabs your wrists before you can do so. "good to know baby"

you tilt your head in confusion. "come with me, let me relieve your stress for you" he says as he leads you away from his studio and into his bedroom. he turns on the light and leads you to his bed, laying you down. he hovers over you, face inches away form yours. he stops just before reaching your lips. "can I kiss you?" he whispers. you wonder how you got in this position, but you decide not to overthink too much and just let it happen.

"yes.. please" you say as you grab his face. he grins and places his soft lips on yours. the kiss is soft and loving, but soon turns into a passionate kiss. he pulls away and looks at you, lust evident in his eyes. you squirm under him tryingto buck your hips into his to relieve the ache. "patience baby, we have all night" he says as he stills your hips.

he begins kissing your neck, nudging your jaw with his nose to give himself more access. the contrast of his soft lips on your neck and the harsh bites he gives you now and then makes you a whimpering mess. you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at the roots earning a low growl from him.

he discards your shirt, your bra, then your pants, and your panties, leaving kisses at every newly exposed patch of skin. you grow wetter and more impatient with each kiss. you grab his face and pull him up to your face again. "please, stop teasing.. I need you" you beg.

he doesn't say a word but immediately plunges two fingers into your cunt. "damn you're so wet already baby girl" he groans. he keeps up a steady pace with his fingers as he circles your clit with his thumb. the pleasure is so overwhelming you grab onto the sheets beneath you messing them up completely. moans and curses slipping past your lips occasionally.

"fuck I can't take this anymore I need to feel you" he says as he starts to undo his pants. you stop him abruptly and you see the concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry, am I going to fast?" he says as he strokes your cheek softly. you lean your face into his hand more and smile. "no that's not it, I want to do it for you" you say as you grab his belt.

you push his pants down his legs as well as his underwear. you tug on his shirt telling him to take his shirt off and he does so. you can't help but run the tips of your fingers along his chest and over his arms. you see goosebumps forming on his skin from your touch. he pushes you gently to lay you down on your back again and hovers over you.

he kisses you passionately as he guides his tip to your entrance. he guides his hips into yours and bottoms out completely. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits the gummy spot inside you. he gives you a little time to adjust before starting to thrust into you. his grithy cock is sliding through your velvet walls. the feeling of his length thrusting in and out of you, combined with his low moans in your ear makes you see stars. you feel your high creeping up on you as he keeps hitting your sensitive spot.

"Jisung.. fuck.. I'm close" you moan. "I know baby, I know.. be a good girl for me and hold on a bit longer yeah?" he says. sweat trickling down his temples and his perfectly styled hair now damp and clamped to his forehead. the pleasure taking over him and his face contorts as he keeps feeling you clench around his cock.

he sneaks a hand between your bodies and plays with you clit. "come on baby, cum for me, milk my cock" you're clenching uncontrollably around him by now and his words send you over the edge immediately. your eyes roll to the back of your head and your legs shake because of the intensity of your orgasm. hearing you moan and scream his name tips him over the edge as well. he comes with a string of curses leaving his mouth and shooting his warm load deep inside of you.

with a few more thrusts he pulls out and looks at your abused hole. you feel his cum dripping out of your cunt and he quickly collects it with his fingers, shoving it deep inside you again. you whince because of the overstimulation, but you're too tired to even care right now. he rubs your thighs, helping you calm down from the orgasm.

"well.. I think I should help you out more often"

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L Practice your begging until you see me again

You smirked at the screen seeing who the text was from, then locked your phone to go about your day.

Long ago, you hadn’t made much of it when Chris invited you to the exclusive launch party of his new business. Sure, whatever, just another night to get trashed, dance a little, and maybe meet some people who were compelling enough to hold your attention for more than five minutes.

They weren’t exactly in abundance lately.

You had no idea when Chris said ‘club’, he was actually referring to a house of pleasure, and courtesy of your long-standing friendship, he was offering you the privilege of opening one of the boxes that night.

“Since you like keeping things interesting, I recommend him,” he pointed at one of the guys hanging out in the lounge area, “He knows his shit.”

The target of your gaze was an annoyingly attractive man with longish blonde hair, sprawled on a couch getting high as shit with his crew. With the ample amount of stardust covering his face, he looked like a pretty nebula in human form under those colorful neon lights bouncing off the cloud of smoke. Judging by the way his eyes were beaming with mischief, he was for sure the vice president of monkey business around here.

You didn’t make much of it. You weren’t making much of anything lately. He was probably going to try and wiggle his way out of this once the realization sank in anyway.

Once he noticed you were more than he could chew.

“Fine,” you agreed, unfazed, “Arrange it.”

Not long after, you found yourself in a room reminiscent of a lavish Vegas suite. You had to give it to Chris and Minho; it would certainly be impressive for someone who hadn’t already seen it all.

Not you.

“So, how does this work?” you addressed the man in an aloof tone while plopping down on the huge sofa, “I wasn’t given an instruction manual.”

“Yeesh, not even gonna ask me my name first?

“Why bother?” you shrugged, “We’re not gonna see each other again.”

He keenly scanned you from head to toe while slowly walking past you, examining your blank eyes and hyper-focusing on the absolute neutrality on your face. He was used to people explicitly drooling over his looks, not to complete indifference. He had a disproportionate amount of pride in his skills; that was the reason Chris included a bunch of addendums to his contract so that he would agree to work here in the first place. 

The matter of the fact was you were both in this room fully aware that you were going to fuck, but you weren’t even exhibiting a shred of anticipation as he walked across that spacious room clad in warm beiges, soft peaches, and light browns. You watched him make two double shots of apricot espresso and sit right next to you. 

Yeah, there it is, you thought to yourself as his lips parted to say something, You’re gonna say some shit you think is going to seduce me and it’s not gonna work. I’m not one of them.

“You’re bored,” he spoke matter-of-factly while handing you your cup, “This is not even slightly interesting to you.”

The declaration was nowhere near the vicinity of what you were expecting. To say that you were taken aback would be a massive understatement.

“Why would you say that?”

“This is not my first rodeo. I know when the other person is excited,” he brought the bright yellow porcelain mug to his lips, “Chris says he specifically recommended me to you, which means you’re into the no-holds-barred stuff.”

Listening to him talk was quite reminiscent of holding your hand under running water and thinking it was ice cold whereas it was actually scorching hot. It took a while for your synapses to register the correct sensation for how staggering it was. He had already uttered six sentences, but the sound of his voice just started to take effect. Tranquil. Profound. Hints of persuasion and deviousness. Could be straight up commanding under the right circumstances. You noticed the way he was enunciating every single word in that rich tone had a curious impact on you. 

As if you could feel them on your skin.

“You’re a control fiend, but the thrill has worn off, hasn’t it?” he flashed a sly smile.

It took everything in your power to keep a poker face so as not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he hit the nail on the head.

Sex could be many things. A love language, a conversation, a simple trade-off that didn’t have to mean anything more than momentary satisfaction.

For people like you, it was the way for genuine intimacy to be stymied before it could even begin to seep through your skin. Something to keep people at fucking bay, at many many many arms’ length.

No names, no words of affection, absolutely nothing that could hint at fondness. Proper hierarchy established with copious amounts of imperative sentences. A performance that didn’t care about the other people in the room. Not one bit. This was only for your gratification. Sex was nothing more than some twisted Pavlovian masturbation.

Your rendition of it surely wasn’t for everyone for it was draining. It was basically chess you played naked, and also one of the main reasons you didn’t get as much ‘laid’ as normal people. Even if you were in the mood to play, it wasn’t that easy to find enthusiastic accomplices. Or trying to explain yourself. Or trying to mentally prepare yourself for all the incoming judgment all over again. Or trying not to flinch when someone called you a freak to your face for the jillionth time. 

All the more reason to stop searching.

But this man…

You hadn’t said a word to him about any of this. He just studied your posture, your gaze, and the bare minimum of words you uttered. He didn’t even call you a control ‘freak’ when that was actually the commonplace term. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel shamed. 

You felt exposed instead, but for some odd reason, it didn’t immediately induce an urge to bolt out of there. It didn’t feel unsafe.

“Why don’t you hand me the ropes for once?” he calmly suggested, “You’ll like the change.”

“I will let you dom me?” your jeering tone came out louder than you intended, “And you think that’s going to get me excited.”

“Yes.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He finished his remaining coffee and placed the mug on the coffee table with unrushed movements.

“Because it’s new,” he uttered while stretching his right arm over the backrest of the sofa, “Not to mention this is a professional establishment. You’re safe here.”

You wouldn’t know. You had never tried it the other way around. You had never trusted anyone to try it the other way around. Granted, this wasn’t some random dude you were going to blindly believe—he was a professional. An employee of one of your close friends for that matter. Therefore, if you ever considered trying this…

“You’ll give me my power when you want and how much you want,” he continued upon your silence, “If you think about it, I’ll still be obeying you.”

You had never thought about it that way before. The more he spoke, the more compelling his arguments were becoming. He carried on with his bargaining with you.

“You can get as whatever-your-version-of-dirty-is as you want; you’re not gonna surprise me. I only have one thing to ask in return.”

He scooted closer and looked right into your eyes like he was about to let you in on a little secret.

“You will not hesitate to inflict pain on me when you feel like it,” he asserted firmly, “No auxiliary items, just you. You can grope, bite, scratch, basically a free-for-all as long as it remains within the context of pleasure. Sounds reasonable?”

That night, you had walked into that room with the intention of introducing your demons to him, but turns out he was one himself. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning.

“What are your hard no’s?”

“No kissing. And nothing extreme,” you immediately responded as if someone pinched you, “The rest is pretty much the standard. I’m okay with bluffing of things as well as mild pain.”

“So I can bite you, too?” he asked with a mischievous smile.

“Within the scope of mild pain, yes you can,” you emphasized semi-jokingly, “Dose yourself accordingly.”

“Gotcha. We’ll need a safeword,” he took a second to pretend he was thinking hard, “If anything becomes too much for you, you say Felix. Clear?”

You nodded and took his extended hand to you to follow him to the bedroom area.

“Are you nervous?”

“Just a tinge,” you admitted, “I uh– I haven’t done this before.”

“I’ll make the adjustment seamless,” he smirked, “You’re still domming me. You’re just letting me delude myself into thinking I have control over you.”

He opened one of the drawers of the nightstand and started taking out a bunch of stuff. Various toys, cuffs, bottles of lube, satin ribbons, blindfolds…

“I’ll discard everything you don’t want,” he pointed at the items with his thumb, “Name it.”

You didn’t particularly spot anything unpleasant among them so you gave the greenlight to his little curation.

“Now I need your explicit consent,” he stood right in front of you, “You can stop me at any time with your safeword, but I will not ask for approval for every single thing I’ll do. I will tell you to do things and you will not talk back. Do you hand over your power to me strictly for your own pleasure?”

This was what it boiled down to, wasn’t it? You felt like you were on the brink of signing a contract with him and you were still trying to find a loophole that the terms could be used against you. Nevertheless, he kept reassuring you that all you needed to do was to waive control for your pleasure. And you could stop him whenever you wished. Ironclad. Pretty simple.

“Yes, but…” 

You briefly averted your eyes from him, not knowing how to properly word it.

“Keep talking to me.”

“I will. Unless my mouth is full,” his eyes sparkled with mischief again, “Strip me.”

You started discarding his clothes as he did the same to you with unhurried movements. Not long after, you found yourself lying down on the bed with your hands holding onto the vintage headboard.

“How are you with overstimulation?” he asked while grabbing a pair of handcuffs.

“I can handle it.”

“Edging?”

“I’m not exactly known for my patience,” you sarcastically chortled.

“Good to know.”

You heard the clank of the metal locking over your head, cuffing you to the bedframe for good. He hovered over your body and came as close to your face as he possibly could with nothing but a demoniac smile plastered to his lips.

“I’m never letting you cum tonight, and it’s going to be fucking delicious.”

From that moment on, you lost all sense of time. It may have been five minutes or five hours; you had no way of knowing. The gear change was so gradual that it was unnoticeable to the naked eye. Within a span of however long that was, you were exposed to so many different means of stimulation on different parts of your body. Every time the volume of your sounds of pleasure suddenly peaked, he immediately deprived you of it, adding another item to the list of the things he was going to use to eventually crumble you. You hated to admit it, but he was right. This was new. This was lightyears away from the disaster you thought it would be. 

It was indeed fucking delicious.

The last thing you remembered from your consciousness was the order he kept repeating as the sweat from his body dripped onto your chest.

“Beg for me,” he was lazily fucking into you with a bullet vibrator over your clit, “Beg to cum, or else I’m gonna make you fucking sob.”

“FELIX!!!”

That did it. He finally stopped torturing you and threw your legs on his shoulders, very clearly signaling he was about to pass through you.

“Now you know my name. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

You had never felt an orgasm coursing throughout your entire body before, starting from your crotch, going straight to your head, and doing a complete lap in your bloodstream. You squeezed him inside you so hard that there was no way he could resist cumming hard, not that he was planning on pulling out in the first place when you felt that good. Feeling super out of strength all of a sudden, he collapsed on you, and much to your own surprise, it was actually welcome that he did.

“Y/N.”

He lifted his head to properly discern what you were saying.

“Hm?”

“My name,” you tried your best to control your breathing with your eyes still closed, “It’s Y/N.”

And that night forged the bizarre connection between you and Felix that would be incomprehensible to an average person.

L Practice your begging until you see me again

You smirked at the screen seeing who the text was from, then locked your phone to go about your day.

Again. You were basically an inaugural patron now, visiting Back Door at regular intervals to spend time with your designated host. You were both aware of the rules: no association with each other outside the club, but it wasn’t like you were getting some extra content for free. No one would be able to protest against a couple of harmless texts that didn’t amount to anything. It was always initiated by him a couple of days prior to your appointment to build you up, as he called it.

He. Felix. Your designated host. Or whatever the fuck kinda title was more suitable for the twisted relationship you had.

You hadn’t really planned for it. You had always booked your appointments on Fridays, and this year, Valentine’s Day just happened to fall on a Friday, but Felix still called you a day before to ask whether you would approve if he invited another host as a guest to your regular session.

“I thought we could make it a little spicier this time.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Then he went on to explain the details of the little plan he concocted. You intently listened to every single sentence he uttered. Unless you were making shit up, the way he was talking into that receiver seemed a little more enthusiastic than his usual calm tone.

“So basically, we’re going to stick to our own routine, but you can be your usual self with him. He knows what that means,” Felix punctuated his brief for you, “How does that sound?”

You found yourself biting into your lips. Throughout your time together, he had never suggested anything of this nature, much less with another person involved. You couldn’t help letting your curiosity get the best of you.

“And what was the inspiration for you to come up with this idea?”

He took a moment before he answered, “I know we’re not supposed to exchange gifts with our patrons, but I felt like giving one to you,” he admitted with a somehow smaller voice, “So? What do you say?”

“Well, it’s definitely interesting,” you involuntarily chuckled, “Fine, I’ll play along. We’ll see how it turns out.”

You expected him to end the call, but only a brief silence ensued after your response. Three seconds. Four. Five. Then you finally heard his voice again on the other end of the line.

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

See you again. He didn’t say host you again. Even though you briefly felt something hitch in your throat, you immediately slapped yourself to come to your senses.

“See you tomorrow night, Lix.”

You couldn’t quite figure out what caused you to lose sleep that night.

Blue.

Anyone who caught a single glance of him would guess black, but Felix loved the color blue. All shades of it. He had a particular thing for you dressing up in blue for his viewing pleasure. It didn’t matter what. Could be a blouse, a belt, the tiniest stone on a ring…

But you knew for a fact that he particularly lost his shit when you covered your most intimate parts with it. Preferably with lace.

Blue. 

Everything on you was in different shades of blue that night. As a gift for him. When you walked into that familiar room, a little part of him just wanted to admire you for hours on that couch, but the more untameable part of him was dying to see how much more blue you were hiding underneath that dress.

“I haven’t even done anything,” he pressed his fingers on the moist stain of your indigo underwear, “Have you been thinking about me?”

“Maybe,” you looked at him daringly, “Did you miss me?”

“Miss you?”

You couldn’t even process how quickly he managed to wrap his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him.

“I’m losing my goddamn mind because of you, you fucking tease,” he grazed his teeth against your jawline and whispered, “Hurt me again.”

Everything on you was blue that night except for your nails. They were burgundy. A delightful contrast to the cold but calming color you were clad in. In the exact shade of Felix’s eyes when he forgot who he actually was when he was with you.

You ripped the buttons off his shirt and straddled him to start marking your planned route on him again. Your hands on his shoulder started sliding down on his back, and the smooth touch quickly turned into a cursive calligraphy practice with your nails as his favorite fountain pen. He was loving the way you were marking hickeys on his neck at the same time, delightfully hissing at your ministrations.

“Just like that,” he breathily moaned with his eyes closed, “More.”

When he least expected it, you pulled on his hair to make him arch towards you, exposing even more of his skin for you to taste. The way you could feel his growing erection under you made you chuckle.

“You just can’t help but get hard, can you?”

“No backtalk,” he groped your hips as a warning, “Not with me.”

Right at that moment, you heard a knock on the door. As Felix got up to open it, you grabbed the metal case laying on the coffee table to light up a joint and sprawled on the couch.

“What do you want?” he deadpanned, slightly annoyed at the alleged gatecrasher.

“Tonight’s a bust. I need to borrow some weed.”

You instinctively turned your head in the direction of the source of this velvety voice while making smoke rings to temporarily entertain yourself. The second your eyes met, a dangerously content smile appeared on the tall man’s lips. The aura he was exuding was eerily similar to Felix’s—not quite the same, but it was as if they shared the same core.

If you thought about it, graphite and diamond were both the purest forms of carbon, but nobody was ever proposing with princess cut graphite rings, no?

“Oh, look who’s here,” he leaned against the doorframe and nodded towards you, “Fuck weed. Can I borrow your girl instead?”

“Does my girl look like emergency blue balls repellent to you?”

“No, but she does look like she would fucking blow my mind,” he continued with his squinted eyes intently on you and directly addressed you, “You’re in the wrong room, kitten. Mine is right nextdoor.”

“Read the room, mate. I’m kinda busy here.”

You were watching their back and forth with a faint smile on your lips. You were aware that this was going to be the scene of the night, but their performance was a little too convincing. The dialogue they were partaking in might have been make-believe, but their obvious rivalry most certainly was not.

“Be nice, Lix. Sharing is caring.”

This was your cue. You walked to the door with the joint in your hand and blew the smoke right in Hyunjin’s face, feigning slight irritation.

“Did you need something, Hyunjin?”

“I was just telling him you wouldn’t mind me hanging out,” he ogled you from up close, “I can at least watch, right?”

You and Felix shared a brief look, then your eyes darted to Hyunjin again. You scanned him from head to toe as if a comprehensive data readout was going to pop up right next to him in digital clock letters. You placed the joint in his mouth and gestured to him with two of your fingers to come in. He followed suit right after you and made himself comfortable on the opposite end of the couch.

You can be your usual self with him. He knows what that means.

Your usual self possessed much more dominant inclinations, and you used to think feeding those tendencies was the only way for you to reach satisfaction. Then you met Felix, and he somehow managed to rewire your brain throughout your time together. For himself.

You still didn’t think you would willingly give up control for anyone else other than him because he was the only one you trusted to lower your defenses around. 

Because he had earned that trust from you.

“So what’s the real purpose of your visit?” you asked Hyunjin as you reached for the glass Felix filled with green banana liqueur on ice, “I’m sure Lix is not your only plug around here.”

“I was bored,” he shrugged, “Not much to do around here when you don’t have someone to entertain, so I came to entertain myself instead.”

“You didn’t have a patron today?” you raised your brows questioningly, “What is it? They bailed on you?”

“It’s by choice. I don’t take appointments on Valentine’s Day.”

“Because?”

“On principle,” he responded in a tone stuck between dead serious and infinitely sarcastic, “I’m saving myself for the right person.”

You inadvertently burst out laughing. If he was joking, it was funny. If he actually meant it, it was fucking hilarious considering what he did for a living.

“The right person. Of course,” you continued with a straight face, “I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding them. An homme fatal who’s been inside half the city is the ultimate dream guy of many people, after all.”

Hyunjin’s smirk grew wider upon your words. People of your disposition weren’t exactly common to come by in this place, and he loved it when he was in the presence of one.

“So you think I fall under the category of homme fatal,” he emptied his lungs, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“You think this is what seduction looks like?”

“No, this is what sexual tension looks like,” he responded without a pause, “You know I can have you anytime I want, right?”

It was now Felix’s turn to enjoy the push and pull between you. He knew what you were like and he knew what Hyunjin was like, so he knew for a fact that Hyunjin met his match for a good battle of the wits, and it was entertaining the crap out of him. 

“Is this what they teach you to say in escort school?” you quipped still with your poker face on.

“Maybe,” he relaxed in his seat with a knowing smile, “I’ll have you know I graduated summa cum laude.”

“Just because it has cum in it, it doesn’t mean you’re the shit, pretty face,” you scoffed, “I’ll believe it when I see it for myself.”

“Ouch, the kitten has claws,” then he addressed Felix directly, “Can I pet her?”

“You’ll get your throat slashed in half, but suit yourself, mate.” 

You tapped on Felix’s thighs to signal him to get up and both of you headed towards the bedroom. You stood right behind Hyunjin still sitting on the couch and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe we should give you an orientation first. Then we’ll see how much of a summa you can cum laude,” you dragged your hand across his nape as you walked into the bedroom, “Time to put your money where your pretty mouth is.”

He took one glance at your hand and followed after you with a content smile on his face.

There was a bunch of stuff already spread out on Felix’s nightstand. Nothing too out of the ordinary than the usual kit you used. Several toys, satin ribbons, and a clear glass vial with a dropper containing some white liquid. After stripping you bare in his bed, Felix rested against the headboard and shifted you to lay you down on his lap.

“Spread your legs.”

As Hyunjin crawled on the bed to watch you from up close, Felix reached for one of your recent favorites—which was a clit sucker—as well as the vial. He sucked the liquid into the dropper and smeared it around the silicone head of the toy.

“This new?” Hyunjin pointed at the vial with his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this lubricant before.”

“Because you can’t. This is custom-made,” he explained nonchalantly and shot a devious grin towards Hyunjin, “When we run out, she makes me cum again, and I keep a little vial for her.”

Hyunjin reflected the smirk back to Felix, and absolutely took that idea to the bank to try for himself some time.

“Watch. You can’t pet her right off the bat. You need to let her come to you,” he instructed as if demonstrating an actual tutorial, “Keep her legs apart for me.”

Hyunjin could feel the heat waves emitting from your body even before touching your bare thighs. There wasn’t even anything intense happening, but his throat was already dry. 

The soft silicone head of the device was wrapped around your clit completely. Felix turned it on at the lowest setting, and the vibrations were so faint that it felt like you were getting your clit teased only with the tip of his tongue, causing you to automatically close your eyes and relax against his chest.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“How’s the suction?”

“Incredible.”

“Does it suck you better than I do?”

You inadvertently snickered while having the time of your life on his lap.

“Nothing comes close to your lips.”

When he increased the pressure, you moaned sharply and arched towards Hyunjin. The precise stimulation felt amazing on your body. Every time Felix pulled the toy away and pressed it back on your clit, it made sticky wet sounds, and it was so nice to listen to like your custom-made ASMR.

“See?” Felix addressed Hyunjin while caressing your hair, “She’s purring.”

“Damn, you’re dripping,” Hyunjin groaned at the way you were already oozing on the sheets, “Does it really feel that good?”

“Oh, she loves this, don’t you?” Felix answered on your behalf, “Can’t get enough of it.”

Hyunjin kept keenly watching the way you were involuntarily clenching with pleasure, and he was practically drooling because of how wet you were.

“Fucking pretty,” he licked his lips with a tunnel vision on your throbbing hole, “Begs to be fingered.”

You flinched in anticipation, but Felix put a stop to it before you could even say something.

“Shh, shh, shh, no. No one’s getting fingered,” he squeezed your left thigh as a gentle warning, “You’re just gonna lay here and enjoy getting sucked.”

He increased the pressure some more to remind you of some facts. With the amount of slick you were secreting and your moans getting louder, Hyunjin was having a tough battle with self-control.

“You look fucking delicious. So juicy,” he couldn’t help biting into his lips, “And you smell incredible. God, I wanna lick your cunt so bad.”

“You hear that? He wants to lick you,” Felix chuckled into your ear, “Look at how he’s watching you between your legs. He’s waiting for one sign to go to town on that pussy.”

You opened your eyes as if waking up from a dream, and the first thing you noticed was Hyunjin’s lips. Hyunjin’s fucking perfectly shaped plush lips that were obviously made to be wrapped around something at all times. They should have modeled those clit suckers after his mouth.

“Well, you can’t,” Felix continued, “Be patient. You’re here to serve, not be served.”

“Which is what I would do if someone didn’t gatekeep,” the irritation in Hyunjin’s voice was palpable, “Why use a placeholder when you can have the real thing?”

“Because you can’t lick my clit 32 flicks per second,” you instinctively ran your hand in his hair, “Just watch me.”

You weren’t supposed to do that maybe, but Hyunjin leaned into your touch while closing his eyes, and it snapped something inside him. Fucking you was already wishful thinking at this point, but nobody told him he wasn’t allowed to touch himself. 

He slowly stripped himself for you to enjoy the view and started jerking off to you, fully taking in the sight of you getting pleasured. Every time he felt something surge inside him he stopped himself and let it die down before he started from scratch again. Over and over and over. He was trying to cum with you, but couldn’t. He was dying to at least brush his tip against your soaked pussy and let his precum mix with your juices, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t.

He couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped with a frustrated groan.

“Fucking torture. I’m this close to her and I’m not allowed to do anything?”

Felix’s smile turned more sinister watching him lose it, and he finally decided to show some mercy.

“You know what, we’ve never had a guest before. I guess no harm in just one taste, huh?”

Hyunjin didn’t even let him think over his decision and descended between your legs.

“One,” Felix firmly urged again, “Don’t overdo it.”

Hyunjin looked at him with an excessively entertained expression and flattened his tongue against your entrance, dragging the fuck out that stripe until he reached right under your clit.

“Oh my FUCKING—!”

His tongue felt fucking incredible on your folds and you obviously wanted more. So much more. Felix, on the other hand, drilled a hole in Hyunjin’s forehead with his gaze.

“What did I just fucking say? One lick and that’s it.”

“You didn’t specify how long I can take with it though,” Hyunjin shamelessly licked the slick off his lips.

Your arousal reaching a dangerous level, you were seeking as much friction as you could get, so you pushed Felix’s hand down while rolling your hips against the toy.

“That’s it,” he spurred you on, his breathing in your ear, “Grind. Grind against it.”

Your clit was so swollen when he finally stopped. If Hyunjin’s condition was bad before, it got fucking terminal after seeing that.

“Let me eat her pussy. Just for a little while.”

“No.”

“Have you even tasted her? Who would one lick be enough for?!”

“I have, and I agree actually. She tastes a little too good when she wants more,” he put the device back on the nightstand, “Fine, you can eat her pussy, but not by yourself.”

Felix shifted you to lie down on the mattress and wrapped the black ribbon around his fingers..

“You either watch this and don’t get to cum, or you don’t see anything and cum so fucking hard,” he dragged the smooth piece of fabric on your skin, “Your choice.”

If Hyunjin’s condition was terminal, yours was fucking post-mortem since your own frustration was at a very dangerous level at this point.

“I don’t care. Just… ENOUGH with the teasing!”

You let Felix blindfold you, and shortly after you felt your legs being spread wide. A pair of wet muscles were stimulating both your clit and your entrance, loudly slurping on you like there was no tomorrow with quiet moans.

“Admit it,” Hyunjin’s voice tickled your ears, “Doesn’t compare to the real thing, does it?”

Then you feel both of them on your clit, and judging by the way they glided on you with occasional loss of contact, they weren’t just licking your cunt. 

They were also licking each other.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt a very unfamiliar tinge of excitement spreading in the pit of your stomach, chucking you six feet under an orgasm purely made of molten lava.

“He keeps talking about you, you know,” Hyunjin spoke in a hushed tone as Felix removed the ribbon from your eyes, “I wanna see what the big deal is for myself.”

The way Hyunjin was approaching you was nothing short of a panther stalking its prey. Patient. Unrushed. You knew it was danger on the horizon, but instead of running away as fast as you could, you were looking forward to being ripped apart under his claws if he had the balls to come for you. You chuckled.

“You don’t want to see what I can do to you.”

“Yeah? What can you do to me?”

You shot a knowing look at Felix to mean, Care to explain?

“Let me put it this way for you, mate,” he laid down right next to you, “Every time she does as I say, she gets fifteen minutes of playtime. She can do whatever she wants to me during that period.”

“Why fifteen?”

“That’s our agreement. Otherwise, I’ll probably pass out from consecutively cumming,” he threw his arm around your shoulder, “She doms a little too good.”

Hyunjin looked at you with slight disbelief in his eyes and pointed two of his fingers at you.

“You’re a dom?”

You shrugged in a way that neither confirmed nor denied the allegation. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was very intrigued by this brand-new piece of information about you.

“I want you to dom me.”

“Trust me, you don’t,” Felix chortled, “You can’t handle it.”

“Don’t tell me what the fuck I can or can’t handle,” he snapped and crawled closer to you as if he was about to make an appeal, “I’m not really familiar with the concept of limits. Just name what you want.”

“Dangerous answer,” you started drawing circles on Felix’s thigh with your eyes still fixated on Hyunjin, “I like to watch, too, you know.”

“What is it? You wanna see me beg?”

“No, my guy. For starters, I wanna see a nice and slow boy-on-boy makeout session,” you clasped your hands under your nape while getting in a more comfortable position, “With tongue.”

Hyunjin cocked a brow at what seemed like a pretty tame request.

“That’s it?”

“If you think that’s all I want, maybe he didn’t do a good job telling you about me.”

“Counteroffer,” he leaned on his elbows, “I’ll do it, but you’ll let me eat your pussy by myself.”

You examined his face, then looked at Felix, currently sprawled on the bed with you and lazily smiling.

“Counter-counteroffer,” you extended your hand for a shake, “You can, but you’ll let me play with your pretty ass.”

Hyunjin didn’t even hesitate before grabbing your hand.

“Fine, but then you’ll take us both. Deal?”

You took one look at the amused expression on Felix’s face and sealed the deal.

“Fucking deal.”

He promptly made his way to Felix and grabbed him by his nape. These two ridiculously gorgeous men were making out a little too enthusiastically like they already knew how to kiss each other by heart, and the sight was more than pleasing. As much as Hyunjin was busy teasing Felix with his hands all over him, half of his attention was still on you. By the end of their makeout session, both men look like they were dunked in a neon-colored pool of arousal, hair in disarray, eyes darkened, and slightly panting.

“Very good,” you slowly clapped at their performance, “I deem your offering worthy.”

“You want your gear?”

“Yes, please,” you replied to Felix in a cute singsongy voice and gestured Hyunjin to approach, “Turn around.”

You started kissing his back to relax him, slightly annoyed at his perfectly defined features. Hyunjin’s excitement was already through the roof and the way your nipples were brushing against his skin was certainly of no help to keep it contained. You gently pressed your palms on his shoulder blades to signal him to lie face down.

“On your knees. Arch your ass for me.”

Besides Felix, Hyunjin could be the prettiest man you’d ever had the pleasure of rimming, and the way he was already reacting to you started to make you see red. You could feel your urges rapidly seeping through you, so much so that his moans were practically ringing in your ears. Felix might have been only watching this from the sidelines, but it was quite a new kind of turn on he was experiencing. You had done this to him many times before, but he never got to actually see what you looked like in action.

After prepping Hyunjin sufficiently, you put on the strap and rested your back against the headboard.

“Come sit on my lap,” you slowly pulled him towards you, “No touching yourself. I’ll take care of it.”

You aligned the dildo at a comfortable angle for him to sink on and once adjusted to the feeling, you pressed on his chest to lean into you more.

“Fuck yourself on me, pretty.” 

When Hyunjin started moving, you met his movements halfway and started playing with his balls as you fucked into him. He let out a guttural groan when you wrapped one hand around his girth to lazily jerk him off.

“God, I should have asked him to stretch you first,” you whispered into his ear, “You’re a little too tight, aren’t you?”

It started feeling a little too good as you began stroking him with faster pumps. Basking in the intense pleasure provided by you, Hyunjin momentarily halted his movements. You heard the delicious hiss he let out when you pulled on his hair. 

“Did I say you could fucking stop?”

You started fucking him at a rapidly quickening pace, syncing your hand movements to your rhythm and grazing your teeth on the sensitive skin on his neck. When you cupped his tightened balls and started caressing them very gently, something in Hyunjin violently snapped and you watched him cum all over himself with breathless throaty moans. His orgasm went to his head so hard that it took a while for him to come back to his senses. You helped him clean up and just as you were about to lay back down to hold up your end of the deal…

He kissed you.

You were so taken aback by it that you couldn’t even reciprocate at first, and of course he noticed the awkwardness of the way you were reacting to him.

“Doesn’t he ever kiss you?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

You shook your head, averting your eyes from him as if this was something to be ashamed of.

“Why not?”

“I told him not to,” you explained, “That’s not in our agreement.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Hyunjin’s intense judgment didn’t stem from the fact that you and Felix had never kissed. It was due to how fucking stupid he was being. He had listened to this guy talk about you every chance he got, and from the looks of it, you were a little too into him yourself. If there was one context you two could pretend some facts didn’t exist, it was here, so why the fuck weren’t either of you taking advantage of it?

“Pass me the No.0, will you?” Hyunjin addressed Felix, “Then sit behind her.”

As Felix handed him a small chrome-plated sphere, Hyunjin reclined you against Felix’s chest again.

“I know you have your own demonic shit going on and I don’t judge, but this is how you properly do it,” then he playfully winked at you, “Just so you know my tongue works on praise.”

He started his ministrations with a dragged-out swipe of his tongue from your entrance up to your clit, immediately melting you into Felix. You felt his tongue gliding all over cunt smearing his saliva and your own slick everywhere, not leaving a single spot unteased.

“You know what a clit sucker can’t do?” he emphatically asked his rhetorical question, “It can’t eat your pussy.”

He covered his mouth over your folds and swirled his tongue painfully slowly around your clit just to see how many licks it would take to get to the center of you. You could feel yourself dripping down towards your hips. Hyunjin smoothly placed the plug inside your ass and kept eating you to get you completely drenched.

“It can’t tell you how delicious your cunt is. It can’t get aroused by the sounds you make.”

He teased your entrance for a while, then flattened his tongue and lazily pushed it inside you. You didn’t know it was possible to get tongue-fucked like this.

“Oh, fuck, that’s– You’re fucking amazing.”

“It can’t get this fucking hard when you start cursing like that,” he placed wet kisses on your throbbing folds, “It can’t lick you deeper when you praise like that.”

He started moving the little ball inside you with careful movements to stretch you while sloppily making out with your cunt. You rested your head on Felix’s shoulder and grabbed his nape in a dire need to hold onto something.

“Kiss her,” Hyunjin firmly instructed Felix, “And kiss her deep. She’ll love it, trust me.”

You and Felix briefly looked at each other with hesitation written all over your faces. While your initial justification was different, there was a reason you had avoided it for so long. Things were fine the way they were and this would change things. You were scared to face what those changes would look like.

Right in the middle of your internal monologue, Felix unleashed himself on your lips and you finally satisfied the evergrowing curiosity of what his lips would feel like in yours. He was kissing you as deeply as Hyunjin was licking into you and it was fucking mindblowing. You were breathless by the time you stopped.

“There should be a consequence of getting yourself licked by someone else, don’t you think?” Felix spoke against your lips.

“What did you have in mind?”

He leaned into your ear and whispered breathily in that abyssal voice of his.

“I wanna fuck your ass and make you cum when I’m fucking dismantling you.”

His words hit you so hard that you almost came on the spot and had to stop Hyunjin in a hurry.

“Don’t– don’t finish me. Not yet.”

“But you’re on the brink already.”

“Just… Not yet!”

“See how much better that was?” he wiped his chin with a content smile and cautiously removed the plug, then handed an actual bottle of lube to Felix to prep you and himself.

“Looks so damn perfect. Molded for me,” he aligned his cock with you, “I’ll slide right in,” 

You had only taken him halfway, but the tightness already made him want to combust.

“Oh, FUCK, that’s the stuff,” he started carefully working you open with shallow thrusts, “Sit on me.”

Hyunjin watched you until Felix completely disappeared inside you, giving himself a few pumps in the meantime, and nestled between your legs to pave his way in you. He sharply hissed with delight as he was sliding in.

“Too fucking tight,” he groaned, “How the fuck do you even stretch her?”

You and Felix started snickering at each other, and Felix responded.

“I don’t. She likes it this way.”

“Listen to this shit. Fucking incredible,” Hyunjin moved slowly to the obscene squelch sounds coming from your pussy as pushed further, “I wish I could go down on you while fucking you, but since I can’t…”

He grabbed the clit sucker from the nightstand and handed it to Felix. Then both men started moving inside you with a lazy rhythm. With the familiar texture of the silicone pressed against your clit again, you were about to overdose on arousal.

“Admit it, you love this,” Felix kissed your jawline, “Much better with the two of us inside you, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t answer even if you wanted to. You just pulled on his nape as a response and he buried himself into your neck while fondling your breasts. 

Filled to the brim on both ends, this was a whole new realm of pleasure you hadn’t experienced before. You were getting fucked and sucked and licked and touched at the same time, and you had never been this close to splitting into your atoms.

“Harder,” you screamed, “Fuck me harder!”

Your words drove both of them to go full berserk, both inside you as well as on your clit, resolute to give you the most violent orgasm of your life.

“I wanna see what you look like cumming all over me,” Hyunjin spoke in between his panting, “I wanna watch the way your cum drips down your thighs. I promise I’ll lick it clean for you.”

All of a sudden, you felt Felix’s loud and breathy whispering in your ear, uttering the words that were going to obliterate you in every possible sense of the word.

“Do it for me, baby.”

It was over for you. 

You felt yourself quite literally explode. Convulsing hard with the shocks of your orgasm, you squeezed both men trapped inside you, and they had no way of holding it back anymore. It was the filthiest kind of bliss you had ever experienced, feeling yourself getting filled with warm spurts of cum on both ends, arms and legs tangled with each other to form this bubble of extreme lust. As Hyunjin collapsed on top of you, you let yourself rest against Felix’s chest. Nobody said anything for a while. All you were able to hear was heavy breathing sounds dying down.

“You know,” you turned to Felix and uttered very seriously, “keeping your sex toys clean is very important.”

“Right,” he immediately agreed and pretended to get off the bed, “I’ll go run a bath for Hyunjin.”

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ like never before, part 1 — han jisung x female reader

↻ around 950 :: best friend's brother :: cw. explicit smut. soft dom!jisung, "public" teasing, dry humping, dirty talk, begging, cumplay, use of "slut", "baby," "cutie," and "baby girl", slight edging, corruption kink if you look for it that might be developed later eheh.

you spend a part of your summer vacation at your rooomate's house, and her older brother is making you feel things you've never felt before. part one of a series of encounters.

↻ 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist

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Jisung pushes his fingers against your lips, muffling your moan. 

“Shh…” he breathes in your ear. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, right?” 

You shake your head, Jisung’s breath tickling your ear. Slowly, he inserts his thumb in between your lips, and you suck it in, swirling your tongue around it. 

“Good girl knows to listen.” 

Jisung bucks his hips, growling softly against your neck. His cock is trapped between your thighs, his warm body pressed against your back. Your wetness, combined with his precum, is drenching your panties, and you know he can feel it. The friction is sending shivers throughout your body, his cock grinding against your aching cunt. 

He feels so good between your legs, so warm and big, you don’t want him to stop moving. You want him inside you, all over you, your head going numb as Jisung continues to grind against you. He’s breathing harder, so you know he is close, but he keeps a steady rhythm. Your own climax is building fast, too fast. 

You desperately suck on his thumb to refrain yourself from moaning too loud and Jisung chuckles. 

“Is my good girl going to cum?” 

You nod, and Jisung stops moving. You can’t hold back the whimper from escaping your mouth as you desperately roll your hips around his cock. 

“Beg for it,” he grunts in your ear. 

You sound pathetic, and you know you are, humping your swollen cunt against his hard cock, frustrated at the layer of clothing separating you from it - but Jisung is holding you tight against him. 

“P-please…” you whisper. 

“Please, what?” 

“Please, Jisung… I need to cum… P-please make me cum…” 

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he breathes, smearing his wet thumb on your cheeks, against your neck. “Do you want my cock?” 

“Y-yes, I want your cock inside of me,” you sigh. “Your cock, your fingers, your tongue, a-anything…” 

“So desperate,” he chuckles. “Who knew you were such a needy little slut…” 

You can’t even argue with him. You never thought someone could make you go this insane, but you had never met Jisung. 

Your roommate from college - and your best friend - offered you to stay at her parent’s house for a week during the summer vacation. You had nowhere to go, while they lived away from the city, with easy access to the beach and plenty of space. Your roommate just forgot to mention that her incredibly hot older brother would be there, too. Jisung’s smile instantly stole your heart, and his way of looking at you awakened desire in you. 

You didn’t think he would be interested in you, but then the flirting started. He complimented you, helped you put sunscreen on your back. He stood so close to you one night as you made yourself a snack you were sure he was going to kiss you. He smiled at you, stared down at your body. There was undeniable attraction between you, but you didn’t know how to make a move, and you didn’t want your roommate to know. 

Earlier he sat down next to you on the couch for movie night, and his hand slid under the blanket to touch your thigh. His fingers simply rested on your skin, but the simple touch made you wet. He just looked so good with his dark hair, his deep eyes, his loose tank top showing his firm biceps and hints of his chest. You pushed your thighs together, hoping he would understand what he was doing to you, and his hand slid closer to your wetness without touching it. His thumb caressed your inner thigh as the movie played, the rest of the family completely unaware of what was happening. You were so dizzy you thought you would faint - you completely missed the movie, but you couldn’t care less. 

You had fingered yourself to the thought of Jisung minutes before he slipped into your room and pressed his hard cock against your ass. Did I make you wet, baby girl? You could only nod - you had never wanted anyone this bad. 

“F-fuck, Jisung, please…” you whisper now. 

He hums, placing a kiss on your neck, and starts to slowly thrust his hips, his cock rubbing against you once more. You bite your lips to refrain from moaning. 

“So fucking wet,” he says softly. “A part of me wants to rip those cute panties and fuck you right here… Stretch that little hole and stuff it with my cum…” 

No one has ever spoken to you this way, but you feel yourself clench, bucking your hips desperately against his length. 

“You’d like that, huh?” Jisung laughs. “Then let’s keep it for later… Let’s not ruin the fun by rushing things. For now I’ll just make you cum, yeah, cutie?” 

You nod, and Jisung thrusts his hips faster. His other hand grabs one of your tits above your tank top, massaging it, flicking your nipple. It only takes a few more seconds for your orgasm to wash through you. He muffles your noises with his hand, grunting hard, and removes himself from between your thighs as you ride your high. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he comes all over your panties, warm cum staining the fabric, soft grunts escaping his wet lips.  

Sighing in relief and delight, Jisung spreads his cum on your underwear. You can’t see that well in the darkness of the room, but the moonlight is enough to see the dark stains. Jisung shoves his thickness in his boxers again and bites your earlobe. 

“Better not wash those panties, baby girl, yeah? A souvenir from your vacation.” 

You don’t know what to say - you want him to stay, to keep doing filthy things to you, but Jisung is already standing up from your bed, his hair tousled, his defined chest making you drool a little. 

“Keep that cunt wet for me,” he says. “Next time I’ll show you how hard my tongue can make you cum.”

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hiiii! thank you for reading ♡ this isn't very long because I want to see if this series would be interesting to any of you... I have so many ideas for this aah!! if you think i should write more parts please let me know! ♡♡

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It all started with a lollipop that he gave me. I was sitting on the couch doing work when Felix walked in and gave me a lollipop because he knew I loved having a sweet treat while I was working. As I put it in my mouth he stared at me sucking on it. After he noticed I saw him staring he walked off to go take a shower and then we went to bed. The next day he brought me coffee and he stared at me sucking on the straw I caught him and said , “Do u wanna try it?” He said,”Yes,” so I let him try it. I clearly knew what he wanted but I was waiting till he went to the bedroom. After a while he finally went to the bedroom and I still waited but after a while I hear moans. I went to peak in the bedroom and saw lix jerking off and that made me soaking wett. I went to the bathroom bc I had lingerie,dildos, and vibrators in there. I put some lingerie on and grabbed my favorite dildos and vibrators. I walked very sexy into the bedroom and he looked embarrassed bc he was still jerking off until he saw what I was wearing. Once he saw what I was wearing I walked towards him and crawled up the bed. I grabbed his dick and played with the tip. He threw his head back in pleasure. You started to deep throat it and he put his hand on his mouth bc he was moaning and your neighbors where home. As he grunts you tell he’s close. You start licking the tip. He puts his hand on your head and pushes your head down his dick. You feel his cum going into your mouth. You swallow it all. Felix tells you to lay on the bed with your legs open. Yea y do as he says. He look at your wett cunt and says, “ oh such a good girl you got all wett for me.” He starts rubbing your clit In circles. You moan so much because he is amazing at it. He starts teasing you by licking your clit and rubbing your hole. You say, “ g-gonna c-cu-cum.” He replies, “ awww your gonna cum for daddy.” “ Y-yes,” he start rubbing faster and sucks your clit. You cum in his mouth. He licks it all up and says, “ I love it when you squirt in my mouth baby, you ready to take my dick,” “y-yes.” You say. He starts fucking you. “Faster daddy,” “ok baby.” You both throw your heads back in pleasure. He starts going way harder then earlier so you can tell he’s close and secretly you are to. “Baby fu*k,” he says. He starts to cum. He pushes his dick in all the way so you take all his cum. You start to squirt everywhere on his dick. You both lay down and kiss.

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Genre:smut

Description: if u do not like to imagine like this then do not read this

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You and Jisung were generally very affectionate. He would always cling onto you like a koala but you didn't mind. In fact, you loved it when he was like this; when he showed you how much he loved and wanted to be around you. You thought he was the cutest little thing, innocent if you might say. That, however, would be proven wrong whenever the two of you had anything sexual going on.

Another thing Jisung loved was having your hands on him, whether you'd just rest it on his thigh or hug his waist from behind or hold his hands. It made him feel like he was yours and he loved that feeling.

You were sitting on top of your boyfriend, grinding your hips against his. "Fuck," you moaned out, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure you got from y'all humping against each other. You reached down with one hand, fingertips traveling over Jisung's jaw and neck as you pecked his lips. "Ah, you're adorable, Sungie," you smiled, your whole hand around his neck by now. He furrowed his eyebrows at your movements. "You want that, baby? I can see it in your eyes," you chuckled, Jisung slightly pouting at your words. "Please, Y/n," he whined. You tilted your head to the side. "Please what, hm? Use your words, precious," you said and tightened the hold around his neck jist a little bit, a moan slipping from the male's lips.

Please, I want you to choke me," he said in the most innocent tone, completely contrary to the meaning of his words. You smiled at this, loving the way he just did as he was asked. That was another thing you loved about Jisung. Sure, he was a big tease but in the end, he just wanted to be good for you.

"You remember your safe signal?" you asked and Jisung quickly nodded, bringing his hand up and tapping your wrist three times. "Good boy," you whispered, leaning down to peck his lips. You tightened your grip around your boyfriend's throat, his round, innocent eyes meeting with yours as you smiled down on him. "More, please," he said, his voice barely coming out. You chuckled at his request but gave him what he wanted. Jisung's lips parted as he struggled to breathe with your hand around his neck. You were enjoying this. Seeing him struggle underneath you while knowing that he trusted you enough to give you control over him like that.

"You wanna do it today, don't you?" you asked, loosening your grip.

It. It referring to something Jisung had brought up a few days ago. "What if you chocked me until I was unconscious? Do you think we could try that anytime soon?" he'd asked you that day.

If you're okay with it?" he said, grabbing your wrist. "Only if you're okay with it," he added, wanting to make sure. "I'll make sure to take good care of you while you're gone, baby".

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The end guys thank you for reading🫶🏻🫶🏻

You were laying in bed in your underwear and you feel something on top of you. So you look up and see Lix on your back you don’t mind it bc he’s your bf. You feel his cock get hard you look at him and he looks embarrassed. You grab his dick and put him on the bed. You start jerking him off and licking his tip. He starts to moan your name. “Y/n,” “FUCK.” As your mouth is on his tip you feel something warm in your mouth and realize it’s his cum. Your wet asf now and start to fuck him. You moan and he does to. You squirt as he cums you love when he does that. You kiss him and go to bed.