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Text Babble: Finally Lmao

Guys this is perfect imma skip a screenshot but don’t worry it’s cool you’ll see it look

Fucking DS Lix writings and a sneaky peek of Mafia Minho’s second short story which I will tell you all about

If you want Demon Slayer Lee Felix AU info it’s here.

Any way ! MAFIA MINHO THIS IS THE FIRST MENTION OF THE SKIRT ON MY BLOG!

Omg omg guys the skirt!!!!!! So! Lemme tell you. While y/n was being a mole and getting intel on mafia Leeknow when they were dating she fucken teased the fuck out of him cause she would end up in his lap and shit and this one time for an “at home date” he wanted to do for her cause he didn’t want anyone to really see her yet she fucking wore this skirt cause he cooked and she wanted to dress up. Long story short? Oh he fucken got a taste. Such a sweet fucking taste. I’m talking dirty talk, dirty touches and fucking needy grinding and cumming so fucking good in her panties and bitch best BELIEVE MINHO IS FUCKING CUMMING IN THEM PANTIES TOO CAUSE THERES Is 100000000000000% going to be some very needy and sloppy grinding raw and just fucking feeling each other cause nothing says “I can’t fuck you right now I’m supposed to be betraying you not falling in love” like some sweet sinful and filthy in the panties no penetration fucking but you know his tip is gonna fucking touch it. Fuck Mafia Minho is my favorite by far…. Oh my god MAFIA CHANGBIN IM SORRY BUT FUCKING SHOW ME A TOPLESS PIC AND TOULL GET IT I PRIMISE HES ALMOST DONE I HAVE BABBLES FOR HKM TOO ILL POST TJE LINKS AND FIx SPELLING LATER.

Here’s the screenshots

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Guys Felix’s hair and that lip scar?….im crumbling it’s my favorite make up on him. I love when he’s got a pretty scar on his lips 😫😫😫

SBS Inkigayo 250831♡

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so hypothetically….. if i made a dark blog would anyone follow me there or ?? 😔😔😔

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Lix thoughts:

Idk this was supposed to be a text babble ╰(*´︶`*)╯

Hi Felix…. Please look away. Don’t read it \(//∇//)\

(〃ω〃)

Guys it’s award season now and I AM SICK AS A FUCKEN DOG I FEEL LIKE I WAS HIT…..wel like I almost got hit by a bus but I got my ass kicked in bitch like fuck.

Okay so safe to say NSFW?

Thinking of my DS Lix \(//∇//)\

He’s so hopeless and I’m so hopelessly in love with him I have his whole life mapped out and omg this is insane ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

Guys don’t listen to me. I’m just a smut fic writer who needs an AU Demon Slayer Lee Felix who is my own personal little character in my own imagination \(//∇//)\

\(//∇//)\doubt I’m the only one but here’s my take….

Set the scene. This has changed I’ll post text babbles later.

WARNING.

MILD NSFW DS. AU. LEE FELIX-Description- MAINLY JUST PARTS OF THE PLOT I HAVE SOLIDIFIED.

Breif Summary of what I have thought of…this has become Lix thoughts guys it’s September omg I fall deeper in love with this man every day but September?????? How can a man make me faLLL IN LOVE WITH AUTUMN \(//∇//)\

Look this my idea okay?:

Guys it’s demon slayer Felix lost all of his family omg omg this is strictly for DEMON SLAYER UNIVERSE \(//∇//)\

Pls look away (O_O)

Felix lost everything and everyone okay I am not going into detail but basically he’s an Insect Hashira

FUCK OFF THIS IS MY TAKE OKAY????

cool…. So unm yeah…

Felix loses his whole family to a demon attack and it’s Kocho that ends up finding him. Guys I can’t with the timeline yet I haven’t dove in yet but I have the romance part ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

It’s where it always starts guys \(//∇//)\

Umm I’ll come back to this?…

Kay so I came back about twelve hours later

So the gist?

Demon slayer Lee Felix finds this girl….you already know it’s y/n …he finds her attacked and in the middle of being murdered by a demon…more details to follow…psssst she was married before to an abusive husband who she ran away from to start a new life…her life is so much sadder than his guys to give you a brief summary she’s half blind in her left eye and suffered from constant abuse that she lost her hearing in her right ear. It’s a whole thing but tbh I did it like that for the story I want.

ANYWAY

so Felix obviously finds her saves her from the demon but she’s been torn up, claw marks on her thigh and along the side of her torso, Felix ends up taking of his robe? Idk what the term for it is in Japanese BUT…he ends up having to wrap her up in it to save her life. She ends up at Kocho’s Mansion and is kept away from all the slayers. Felix does indeed go to visit her when she’s sleeping, she fucken cuddles with his robe and he’s trying to take it back because it belonged to his sister. Guys omg think Tomioka sad. That’s D.S Lee Felix.

So!

After she recovers and returns to her village after a few months she …gets a lot of work…just gonna mention it she’s a seamstress.. still need to do more research for it tbh…don’t hurt me. THIS IS WHY ITS TAKING ME SO LONG AND WHY I CAN ONLY REALLY WRITE THE SMUT.

Ahem sorry let me continue… so she comes back to her village and ends up throwing herself in her work and guess what? She stole his robe cause it was the only way she felt safe enough to sleep.

This is where her being blind in her left eye is a problem…she just remembers hearing his voice and that the robe is his. She doesn’t know what Felix looks like or that he’s the one who saved her life.

After some time passes another demon pops up in her area and she ends up witnessing an attack/maybe not idk yet tbh.

Anyway. You guessed it Felix gets sent to the same place with his Kasugai crow…..guys omg I’m such a fucking nerd for demon slayer don’t come for me !!!!!

So. Felix goes back to the same spot he saved her in first thing and he fucking finds her there picking flowers. Again fucking Felix just pining for her without her knowing shit. So he follows her home and notices she has a room for rent to travelers. No he doesn’t ask her the first night he finds her. He asks her the next morning when he meets her on the street while he asks the villagers about the disappearances. So this is where y/n feels that familiarity and its almost instantaneous when she hears his voice. She clutches…..okay fine I’ll tell you. She’s obviously wearing his robe constantly….it is unfortunately stained in her blood which she constantly tried to wash out. It’s her personal excuse for keeping his robe not wanting to admit it brings her comfort.

Anyway it’s basically both of them knowing who they are to each other but not saying anything cause “what if he/she doesn’t remember me?”…yes I’m a hopeless romantic sue me. Anyway Felix ends up following her like a lost fucking puppy as he asks about her and what she does. She’s all shy and he offers to help her with her inventory and basically they make it back to her place and she offers him tea and….thats where all the steamy stuff happens ….not at first but it’s all very unspoken and unrequited the first night. He ends up finding the demon in the night and only returns to take his things. He doesn’t even say goodbye to her….just leaves her wondering where he went the next morning.

The final time he visits her is before the last DS. Corp. battle…look I’m a fucking Anime Geek okay I need this AU Felix so bad ! \(//∇//)\

Okay so Felix ends up getting scolded by Kocho for not clearing his head. She sends him off to basically “get it out of his system” not really like that but it’s more like he’s distracted and he needs to tell y/n the truth. When he goes to her the last time it’s specifically to go see her. It’s so early in the morning she is just barely leaving her house/shop for her inventory and to collect orders when she turns to see him there. He looks like he’s been there for a while, the dirt around him looks disturbed and his pants are covered in the aftermath of him pacing around.

Basically it’s another tea invitation and this time he tells her who he is and what he did. Then she tells him her whole history and what that night really meant to her…..spoilers? Idk it’s more for me but maybe it’s a spoiler if you read it? I’ll just say the demon was more than just a demon to her. Maybe you get it.

A way Felix ends up finding out about her whole past and how she was basically treated like an object instead of a wife and….guys it’s filthy…so filthy like it’s gonna be two nights of them basically learning how to fuck and then he’s not gonna wanna stop like help me guys how do I stop thinking this way about Felix! ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ like just imagine all the filthy talk??!?

I can imagine it… want me to show you??????

“What if I was your husband?”

“He never touched me like that”

“Would you marry me if I come back to you?”

“How could you love me?”

“I promise I’ll come home to you”

Guys Omf this is too much for me and y’all don’t even know how it ends yet…. I do….dont ask

But I will tell you the sexy stuff I got thought up.

So they basically spend the first night really only having sex and okay not just like emotionless it’s full of it guys they’re so needy for it but Lix is a virgin and y/n was pretty much physically abused after basically being forced to consummate the marriage on the first night and always avoiding it cause her husband would go fuck prostitutes…guys it’s a whole ass side quest seriously it’s gonna take fucking forever to write cause it’s DS inspired. BUT MOVING ON so Felix is a virgin and y/n kinda takes the lead and she ends up basically pleasing him the way she would’ve done for her husband more so like her getting to give and accept love from him. Since she never really got to do that with her actual husband. Felix’s original plan was to spend just one night with her and he ends up not able to leave in the morning. He lingers and follows her like a fucken shadow omg guys I’m falling in love with Felix again stop me please! So when it comes to them parting ways he can’t really leave her. She can’t really leave him. She knows her customers and vendors will worry but she doesn’t really want to care about that with him there right now and for such a short time. He spends all day trying to leave before he ends up asking her about what she liked about the way the spent time together and asking her about the way she…ahem. Sucked his dick theres no other word for it guys I’m sorry. She gets all shy and he basically asks her if he can stay again cause he wants to satisfy her the way she did him and he’s willing to take all night if he has to…..ahem you know that Demon Slayer stamina? Yeah that one.

Anyway SHOULD I WRITE IT? TRICK QUESTION I ALREADY AM I JSUT DONT KNOW IF TUMBLR SHOULD SEE THIS CAUSE OMG YALL THIS IS STRICTLY SERIOUSLY JUST FOR ME

Gotta come back to this later …

To be continued???? ….im back in just gonna go back up and finish the summary.

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work hard, play harder

thirty minutes should be all it takes for the aphrodisiac to set in.

pairing: bang chan x reader wc: 5k tags: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dacryphilia, aphrodisiac usage. requested!

chan discovers a chocolate that brags about increasing your sex drive—“your body and partner will scream thank you!”. unbelieving of it’s marketing strategy, you both decide to give it a try and see who can hold off of giving into your desire for the longest.

the bell above the door of the convenience store jingled as chan tugged it open, his hand still loosely laced with yours. the night air clung to your skin with a faint chill, but inside the fluorescent aisles, everything buzzed too bright, too clean, like a snapshot of every late-night craving you had ever indulged in. he leaned down, murmuring something about ice cream and chips, already steering you toward the snack aisle.

you watched him scan the shelves with sharp curiosity, his brow furrowing in mock seriousness as though this was a critical decision. then his eyes caught on a box you had not seen before—slick packaging in matte black, stamped with gold foil and embossed lettering: play hard chocolate: your body and partner will SCREAM thank you!

chan squinted. “what’s this?” he plucked it up, turning it over in his hands, feeling up the texture of the embossing. his voice held that mischievous lilt that always meant trouble. “looks like one of those gimmick snacks. probably some off-brand energy boost or something.”

“you aren’t seriously considering buying that, are you?” your laugh spilled out anyway, warm and incredulous.

“what’s the worst that could happen? it doesn’t work and we fuck anyway?” his grin widened, boyish, mischievous, and reckless. he tossed the box into the basket with your chips and soda.

later, you were curled together back at his apartment. the glow of the tv painted the walls in soft colour. chan tore the sleek foil wrapper open and broke off a piece, offering it between two fingers. “half each?”

wordlessly, you lean to him and eat the chocolate from between his fingers, letting him feed you. the flavour of the dark chocolate melted across your tongue immediately, richer than expected, with a faint, bitter undercurrent. not unpleasant—just unusual. you chased the flavor with a sip of soda and leaned back against him.

chan leaned his head toward you, grin tugging at his lips. “okay. new rule. let’s see who can last longer without cracking. if this stuff turns out to work, the first one to act on the effects of this loses.”

you arched a brow. “so you already feel weird. we just ate them!”

“not at all,” he fired back, maybe a fraction too quickly. “just making it fair.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “fine. game on.”

for the first fifteen minutes or so, nothing changes between the two of you. just the hum of the movie, the steady beat of his pulse where your shoulder rested against his chest. then—something fades in. a subtle warmth unfurling low in your belly, like the first sip of wine on an empty stomach, blossoming light warmth and tingles from your gut to your appendages. chan shifted beside you, fingers twitching once against your thigh, then stilling.

“do you feel…” his voice trailed, and when you glanced up, his lips parted around a shallow breath.

heat trickled outward, tingling along your skin as though invisible hands skimmed just beneath the surface. the sensation was delicate at first, a whisper of arousal without a clear source. you tried to ignore it, focus on the screen—but the awareness grew, curling down your legs, gathering heat between your thighs. your chest rose a little quicker, each inhale sharper than the last.

chan pressed his palm against his sweats, an unconscious motion, as though trying to ground himself. he swallowed. “the packaging said that supposedly the side effects should kick in after half an hour, how long has it been?” he muttered, a third a laugh, a third a rhetoric, a third a confession.

but the chocolate was already working its way deeper, dissolving into something far more primal. every brush of his arm against yours sparked, every shared breath an invitation. the uncertainty was almost worse than the heat—the wondering if this was really happening, or if you were imagining it.

the movie carried on, bright and loud, but you could hardly follow the plot. your body was humming with that creeping warmth, prickling beneath your skin in waves that would not settle. you fixed your gaze firmly on the screen, jaw set, willing yourself to look unbothered.

game on, you reminded yourself. chan wanted to play? then fine—you were not about to lose.

despite your inhibitions, your body betrayed you anyway. your thighs pressed closer together, the movement too subtle for him to notice (actually, you had hoped it was too subtle for him to notice), but the motion sparked a sharp jolt of heat at your core. the sensation lingered, impossible to ignore, spreading outward until you had to bite your lip against releasing a sigh.

beside you, chan’s body was strung taut. he leaned back like he always did, one arm thrown along the backside of the couch, but he was far too still. his jaw worked slowly, rhythmically, as though he were grinding the tension out of his teeth. his chest rose and fell in careful measures.

inside, he was cursing.

the warmth had hit him harder than expected—like a low current running beneath his skin, catching at every nerve. the chocolate’s aftertaste lingered on his tongue, bitter and electric. each inhale carried your scent, threaded through with the faint sweetness of soda, and it only made the air feel thicker.

but there was no way he would give in first. no chance.

she looks fine, he told himself, mentally kicking himself for feeling so much already. though mid thought, the flicker of your leg shifting caught his eye, and he almost smirked. she’s fighting it too.

you felt his gaze for the barest second and kept your face forward, eyes locked on the blur of the tv. if you looked at him, you might give yourself away.

time dragged. the tension wound tighter.

chan flexed his fingers against the cushion, aching to let them drift lower—to your arm, your waist, anywhere. instead, he curled them into a fist. his thighs shifted once, restless, but he caught himself quickly, forced his body back into stillness.

you are not winning this, he told you silently, fighting the pulse of heat that rolled through him.

you, meanwhile, were rehearsing your composure in your head: shoulders relaxed, breathing even, lips pressed calm. but your body screamed at you, sparks racing up your spine each time his arm hovered near your shoulder without touching. it was maddening—every part of you aware of how close he was, how much you wanted to lean in, to shatter the silence with a kiss, a touch, anything.

but then you remembered the challenge. remembered the smug grin he would wear if you broke first.

so you stayed still. stubborn. silent.

and chan, swallowing down the rasp in his throat, stayed just as stubborn beside you.

the room was unbearably warm now. or maybe it wasn’t the room cranking it’s own thermostat. maybe it was the way your pulse refused to settle, the way each breath dragged heat deeper into your chest. the movie flickered on, completely ignored by both viewers. every ounce of your focus narrowed to chan’s presence—his steady breathing, his solid thigh only inches from yours, the quiet hum of restraint rolling off him.

you told yourself you were fine. that you would outlast him. you had to.

but then his arm shifted on the back of the couch, casual, the faintest brush of his knuckles grazing your shoulder as he stretched. a spark jolted down your spine.

you swallowed hard, forcing your eyes to remain on the screen. he’s doing it on purpose.

and he was.

chan fought against his own building hunger with every ounce of discipline he had—but that discipline came with a streak of mischief. he wanted you to break first. wanted to see the moment your composure shattered.

so he stretched again, a groan leaving his chest as though it were nothing, and let his leg shift just enough that his knee brushed against yours. the contact lingered one second too long.

his lips twitched at the corner. there. let’s see how long you last now.

your breath hitched, but you covered it with a sip of soda, pressing the can to your lips like a shield. the carbonation fizzed sharp on your tongue, but it did nothing to cool the ache curling low in your body.

he was trying to get to you. you knew it. but you refused to give him the satisfaction.

so you sat straighter, smoothed your expression, even leaned a little farther from him to prove your composure. your heart thundered, betraying you.

chan watched out of the corner of his eye, amusement darkening into something heavier. his self-control frayed with every second of this game. the chocolate’s effects licked at him like fire under his skin, a restless thrum that begged for release.

but he would not lose. not first.

she’s stubborn, he thought, eyes dipping to the faint movement of your thighs pressing together. so am i.

he let his fingers drum against the cushion, the rhythm slow and teasing, each tap a whisper of sound. then he “shifted,” letting the back of his hand brush your arm this time, softer, more deliberate.

innocent enough to play off. charged enough to make your nerves scream.

you clenched your jaw, refusing to look at him. the heat inside you pulsed harder, needier, and it took every ounce of stubbornness not to squirm, not to gasp.

the movie blurred. time dragged.

neither of you moved to admit a thing.

both of you burned.

the silence stretched until it threatened to snap. you shifted first, turning just enough to meet his gaze. chan’s eyes glinted, steady and dark, a challenge simmering behind them.

“you wanna give in so bad, don’t you?” his voice was soft, low, but edged with smugness.

your lips curved, though your chest heaved tighter. “you wish. you just want me to give in so that you can get what you want.”

he chuckled, the sound curling hot down your spine. “what makes you think i want anything?” he leaned in, his shoulder brushing yours deliberately, his breath warm against your ear. “i’m so fine. i can do this all night.”

— which is a total lie. his blood buzzed like static, every muscle strung taut, but he held it. if he had to last all night without release, he might lose it.

you tilted your head slightly, just enough to let your hair sweep against his jaw. “sure. you definitely don’t look like you’re suffering.”

“me?” he laughed, a short, sharp sound. “look at yourself. thighs pressed tight. barely breathing. we both know you’re the one losing it.”

the flush rushed higher in your chest, but you refused to back down. you shifted your leg, letting your knee slide against his in a deliberate stroke. “i could say the same about you, i can see the flush crawling up your neck and chest.”

chan’s composure faltered for half a heartbeat—his inhale sharp, his eyes flicking to your mouth before snapping back to your gaze. his pulse thundered, traitorous.

still, he smirked. “cute try. but i’m not the one who keeps squirming.”

your laugh came out breathless, dangerous. “say that again when you stop clenching your fists.” your eyes dropped deliberately to his lap, then let them slowly trail over his body—you could see the lines of muscle under his black tank, which didn’t aid your already stretched thin resolve—back up to his eyes. “or maybe you would rather i just admit it for you?”

chan swallowed hard, the movement visible along his throat. his voice roughened as he leaned closer. “you want to make me crack? then do it. otherwise… admit you’re done for.”

the air between you sizzled, too thick, too close. the chocolate’s heat roared in your blood now, every nerve screaming for contact, every breath a fight.

and yet neither of you broke. not yet.

after a few minutes, chan shifted again, this time not pretending it was an accident. his thigh slid flush against yours, slow, deliberate, the friction making your pulse stutter.

“see?” you whispered, breath catching anyway. “you’re the one constantly moving closer.”

he tilted his head, lips curving into a dangerous smile. “because i know what it does to you.” his fingers drummed once against the cushion before skimming just barely over your arm, not a real touch—just enough to make your skin tingle. “you want me to touch you so bad, don’t you baby?”

your breath left in a shaky laugh. “keep dreaming. you’re the one whose breathing sounds like you ran for a few hours.”

chan leaned in then, so close the heat of his cheek brushed yours. his lips hovered at your ear, his whisper low enough to feel, not just hear. “give in so you can get what you want. i’m right here. i’ll give it to you exactly how i know you want it.”

the sound of his voice alone sent fire curling low in your stomach. you turned your head just slightly, your nose grazing his jawline, lips nearly brushing his skin. “you first. admit you’re losing it.”

his hand lifted from his thigh at last, fingers ghosting over your knee. he let them linger there, then traced upward a fraction, enough to make your muscles twitch beneath his touch. “funny,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours, “i thought i heard you gasp just now.”

you forced a smirk, though your body was trembling. your hand slid across his stomach, barely skimming the fabric of his tank as you traced the line of his stomach through the cotton. “and i thought i saw you flinch.”

his exhale was harsh, shuddering, and he retaliated immediately—letting his thumb circle over the bare skin just above your knee. the sensation was searing, small but enough to send a ripple of heat coursing upward.

“we both know you’re on the edge,” he whispered, lips hovering dangerously near yours.

“keep telling yourself that,” you breathed, shifting your hand lower, pressing your palm against his upper thigh. you squeezed gently, felt the muscle jump under your touch, and smiled sweetly. “you’re worse off than i am.”

chan’s composure cracked by just a hairline. his pupils blew wide, his lips parting with a sharp inhale. but he rallied, leaning so close now your noses almost brushed. “say it. admit it. i can see it all over you.”

the tension between you burned hotter, your bodies locked in a dangerous stalemate—hands wandering, voices teasing, neither willing to surrender.

chan’s thumb drifted higher on your thigh, slow enough to look casual but purposeful enough that every nerve ending screamed for more. his hand stopped just shy of where you ached for it, hovering, taunting.

“still fine?” he asked, voice low, smug, though you heard the rasp beneath it.

you tilted your chin, refusing to let your voice tremble. “completely.” and then, boldly, you let your fingers trail from his stomach down to the tender inside of his thigh, pressing gently, brushing dangerously close to where he wants you most before sliding away slyly.

chan’s breath caught. it was tiny, but you caught it. victory warmed your chest.

“hm,” you whispered, leaning in close enough for your lips to ghost over his jawline. “you almost broke, huh?”

his laugh came out cracked, breathier than he meant it to. “you wish.”

inside, chan was a complete and total mess. the chocolate burned through his veins like liquid fire, every teasing brush of your hand pushing him closer to the brink. his thighs ached from holding still, his fists clenched to keep from manhandling you onto his lap and ending the game outright.

but you were no calmer. every inch of you pulsed with need, every second of his hand lingering just shy of where you wanted it unraveling you. your body screamed to give in, to pull his mouth down to yours, to beg for more contact than this cruel teasing.

stay calm, you told yourself. do not let him win.

chan dipped his head, lips grazing your ear, his breath hot enough to make your stomach flip. “i can feel you shaking,” he murmured. “you’re holding on by a thread.”

your hand slid higher up his thigh, squeezing harder this time, and you smirked through your own trembling. “if i’m on a thread, then you’re already falling.”

the air between you snapped with tension, every brush of skin electric, every shared breath thick with desperation. both of you so close, both of you dying to give in—yet neither willing to speak the first surrender.

chan’s jaw tightened, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened at his sides. he had lasted so long—longer than he thought possible—but the way your fingers pressed, the way your thigh brushed against his, the low hum of heat radiating off your body… it was too much. every nerve ending in him was a live wire, every breath a battle. he brings his hand to grasp your jaw, turning you to face him.

“fuck it,” he mumbled before he could stop himself, voice rough, husky, ragged.

and just like that, his composure snapped.

he lunged—not violently, but with the kind of hunger that had been coiled for too long. his hand pulled you closer as his lips crashed against yours. the chocolate’s warmth seemed to ignite in your veins, every nerve singing.

you gasped, shivering at the sudden contact, and his hands roamed with abandon, brushing up your thighs, sliding over the curve of your hip, anchoring you to him. he kissed you with a desperation that made your own restraint crumble, teeth grazing, tongues teasing, the sound of him groaning low and ragged in your mouth.

inside, chan’s mind was a whirlwind of want and shame and triumph all at once. he had lost—he admitted it—but it was intoxicating. every curve beneath his hands, every gasp and whimper, every shiver of yours beneath him made the surrender worth it.

you, meanwhile, were dizzy with need. the teasing, the warmth, the chocolate—everything had stacked until it was unbearable, and now his lips, his hands, his body pressed impossibly close were the only release. your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, encouraging, teasing back.

“you… you broke first, i knew you wouldn’t last” you murmured against his lips, a mix of breathless amusement and pure heat.

“i… i did,” he groaned, a little embarrassed. “but god, you’re fuckin’ torturous to resist.”

every inch of him burned against you, every nerve singeing, and yet, somehow, he couldn’t stop. not now. not while the two of you hovered on the edge, the chocolate’s fire driving your bodies together like magnets.

unpleased by just merely sitting on the couch facing each other, chan parted from you and manoeuvred you to lie your back, crawling on top of you. your complaints of not having his lips attending to yours were silenced by them returning back. everything felt more intense, every movement felt ignited.

the teasing was over. the desperate, hungry, uncontrollable need that had simmered beneath the surface for over half an hour finally erupted, and chan surrendered completely, lips and hands and breath all claiming you in the way he had been dying to do.

his hands roamed hungrily, sliding over your thighs, kneading the curve of your ass, thumbs tracing the crease where you were already wet with need. he slung your legs over his, slotting his hips against yours, both of you hissing at the contact. the chocolate’s slow, insidious heat still thrummed beneath your skin, making every touch burn brighter.

your breath hitched, legs parting almost instinctively under him, thighs pressing against him as he ground his hips down, the friction sending shivers curling straight up into your core. you could feel the slick heat coating your folds, the way your body arched toward him as though it had been waiting for this exact touch.

chan groaned, deep and guttural, his head dipping to bite at your collarbone as one hand slipped beneath your shirt, pressing into the swell of your breast. the other hand teased up your inner thigh, palm brushing over your cunt before dragging back teasingly, only to press again harder, as though he was memorizing every inch.

his tongue traced your jaw, then down your throat, as you mewled softly, fingers clutching his hair. the taste of him—warm, urgent, slightly bitter from the chocolate—made your knees tremble. every movement he made pressed you closer, hips tilting involuntarily, body drunk on the need he was stoking so deliberately. whereas usually he’d make you beg and plea for his hands, tonight he was unwilling to wait, so he slid his hand beneath your bottoms. his fingers slid between your folds, slick and teasing, spreading your wetness—wetter than usual—before plunging in, curling, pressing all the right spots. the aphrodisiac definitely had it’s perks.

“so wet already, for me,” he groaned, voice ragged, hands gripping your thighs tight enough to leave bruises. “god, i need you. need this. need you so bad…”

you whined, arching into him, letting the heat of your arousal meet the heat of his body. the friction of his hand—your body was melting into him, every nerve screaming for more. he removed his hand and stuck his slick fingers into his mouth, essentially moaning at the taste.

“please can i eat? please i need to so bad, please let me baby.” you felt your skin flush even more—if that were possible—he sounded so desperate. who were you to say no? you nodded and he groaned, sliding down to be face-to-face with your pelvis. he stuck his fingers into the waistband and tugged the fabrics downward.

wordlessly, he dived in. the slickness clung to him, hot and delicious, and he groaned at the taste, burying his face in your cunt, licking, claiming.

your thighs shook under his relentless assault, hips rolling into him, chest arching as the wave of pleasure began building, fast and furious. the chocolate heat still pulsed through you, amplifying every friction, every touch, making it nearly impossible to think, impossible to hold back. you moaned louder when he returned his middle and ring fingers to your hole, curling right where he needed to.

“fuck… you taste so good… so fucking good,” he moaned, body trembling, fingers working you with precision, urgency, desire. his whole being was focused on you, and you could feel the desperation in every motion—how badly he wanted to devour you, how lost he was to this need.

you let your head fall back as your body shivered, every nerve ending alive, screaming. chan groaned against you, his hips rutting down against the couch desperately, pressing every inch of himself into the heat of your thighs, every slick movement sending sparks firing up your spine.

the chocolate, his hands, his mouth, his desperation—everything combined into a pulsing, relentless rhythm of want that left you panting, trembling, and utterly undone under him.

he whispered your name, ragged and frantic, as if saying it made him even more his own undoing, before burying his face between your thighs again, tongue sliding into the slick heat of your pussy with abandon, fingers curling, dragging, torturing, pleasing all at once.

every flick of his tongue, every press of his mouth against your clit made your vision blur. you bucked involuntarily, hips jerking, thighs trembling, and he groaned deep in his throat, pressing harder, faster. the chocolate still pulsed through your veins, coiling every nerve into fire, making each touch feel magnified, impossible to resist.

“fuck… so good… god, you’re mine,” he growled, fingers curling and pressing inside you, dragging over every sensitive ridge, thumbs circling, teasing mercilessly. his mouth sucked and licked at your cunt, tongue flicking at every spot that made you whine his name, arch, shiver, melt.

you clawed at his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair, rocking your hips against him, lost entirely to the rolling, pulsing heat. your stomach tightened, every muscle trembling as wave after wave of friction and wet, delicious pressure coiled inside you.

“you’re… so wet… so perfect. let me hear how good you feel baby,” chan groaned, voice ragged and strained, fingers curling, tongue plunging, tugging, dragging. his own pulse throbbed frantic and raw. he was losing it—sweat slick along his skin, breathing ragged, teeth biting, groaning, desperate.

you arched, hips snapping against his mouth, moans spilling uncontrollably as the pleasure built, rising like fire racing through your veins. the chocolate, the warmth, the desperate, urgent need in chan’s every motion drove you higher, every stroke and flick of tongue amplifying it until you could barely think.

“cum for me,” he rasped, hands gripping your thighs tighter, fingers curling in, plunging, dragging, licking, torturing. “please… let me feel it all on my fingers baby.”

and that was it—the coil snapped. your body trembled violently, hips jerking, thighs clamping around his head as the wave rolled through you in pure, dizzying heat. your hands clutched him, digging into his hair, chest rising and falling, gasping, moaning his name over and over.

chan groaned into you, swallowing your cries, sucking, licking, every motion driving you higher even as his own need twisted inside him. the desperation in him—wanting you so badly, wanting to taste you, to claim you entirely—tipped over. he shivered violently, fingers curling inside you, thrusting with his tongue in a frantic, hot rhythm, muscles quaking as he let himself fall apart against you.

“fuck, god… you’re mine… so fucking wet—yes, yes, yes…” he groaned, shaking, leaning into you as the final shudder your release ripped through you. hips twitching, chest heaving, face buried between your thighs, every nerve on fire, completely lost to the sensation of you.

you were melting, still trembling, slick and spent under him, body still pulsing, every nerve ending ignited from the chocolate and his touch. your gasps and moans mingled with his growls, the room thick with heat, scent, and the aftermath of their shared, desperate need.

chan lifted his head slowly, eyes dark, lips swollen and glistening, chest rising and falling in ragged, trembling breaths. he didn’t say a word—didn’t need to. the way his hand gripped your hip, the slick smear still glinting along his fingers, the pulse of his cock pressing against your thigh told you everything.

you shivered, knees parting instinctively, hips pressing forward. the chocolate fire still thrummed through you, every nerve ending alive, every inch of your cunt dripping and aching for him.

“please,” you whispered, voice trembling, lips quivering as your nails dug crescents into chan’s shoulders. “i… i want you inside me.”

the words made him groan low and guttural, chest vibrating against yours. his cock pressed against your slick folds, teasing the entrance, the head sliding just enough to coat itself in your wetness. the friction alone made you arch, thighs quivering, cunt pulsing around nothing as though begging.

chan’s eyes fluttered shut, jaw tight as he pushed in slow, inch by inch. the chocolate’s warmth had wound through both your veins, heightening everything—the stretch, the drag, the delicious burn of being filled felt multiplied, sharp and exquisite. you gasped, clinging to him, tears springing to your lashes at the intensity.

“fuck… so tight,” he rasped, voice rough, strained as though holding back from pounding you right then. “so fucking perfect… made for me.” his forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping, fingers clutching your hips hard enough to bruise.

when he bottomed out, hips flush to yours, both of you froze for a moment, trembling at the sheer fullness. the chocolate had made every nerve raw, sensitive, pulsing. you felt stretched beyond capacity, body twitching, clit throbbing from the pressure.

“channie—” you whimpered, the sound cracking into a sob as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

his eyes snapped open, glazed and feral, catching the tears sliding hot down your cheek. his thumb brushed them away even as his hips began to move—slow at first, deliberate, dragging his cock out until only the tip remained before slamming back in, deep, perfect, brutal.

you cried out, nails clawing down his back, tears streaming from the unbearable fullness, the heat, the way each thrust pressed your walls into white-hot ecstasy.

“you’re crying for me?” he groaned, voice breaking, thrusts growing harder, faster. “fuck… so pretty like this. all mine. let me fill you up—fuck, i want it dripping out of you.”

your body clenched violently around him at his words, walls fluttering, milking his cock. the chocolate’s pulse made each thrust feel like a shockwave, unbearable and addicting all at once.

“yes—yes, want it—want you to breed me—please, please,” you sobbed, voice wrecked, legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

chan groaned loud, his hips pounding into you without restraint, balls slapping wetly against you. his thumb circled your clit, rubbing ruthlessly in time with his thrusts, sending sparks screaming up your spine.

your vision blurred with tears, body arching, every nerve screaming as the orgasm built sharp and fast. you clutched at him, nails dragging down his back, mouth spilling broken cries.

“fuck, you’re so good… squeezing me so tight, crying for my cock,” he rasped, thrusts erratic, desperate. “take it—take everything—gonna fill you up, make you mine.”

the words detonated in your head. you shattered around him, body convulsing, cunt clamping down, hot tears spilling freely as the orgasm ripped through you, violent and overwhelming.

chan groaned loud, hips slamming deep one final time as his cock twitched, spilling hot and heavy inside you, pulse after pulse coating your walls. “fuck, yes—take it, take all of me—fuck, let me give you everything.”

your sobs turned to moans, trembling violently as his warmth spread, mixing with your slick, dripping down your thighs. your body refused to stop clenching around him, milking him desperately, as though it never wanted to let him go.

he collapsed against you, chest heaving, still thrusting weakly, shallowly, grinding his cum deeper into you, unable to stop even through the overstimulation. his lips pressed to your tear-streaked cheeks, kissing, tasting the salt.

“god, you’re perfect,” he whispered, voice raw, breath shaking. “crying for me, begging for me—fuck, i’ll give you everything. all night.”

your body quaked under him, slick and messy, still crying softly from the intensity—but this time the tears were laced with bliss, with unbearable euphoria.

and chan—still buried deep inside you, still hard, still twitching—grinned against your skin, feral and relentless.

“you feel that?” he rasped, grinding his hips, cock stirring inside your soaked cunt. “already hard again. we’re not done, baby. we’ve got all night.”

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[jazz-the-writer]

Are you actually the one that got caught vaping? 😭

Lol MY ANON FRIEND IT WASNT ME!

I swear I’m just saying like I vape and I would also be embarrassed to get caught 🙂‍↕️🥲

[jazz-the-writer]

[jazz-the-writer]

250829🤍

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PSA: NO LIKEY

hey whatever tf will make people find me don’t do it hoes…….i say that with love? Term of endearment? I SAY IT IN FEAR THAT CHAN WILL FIND ME. Don’t DO THAT! \(//∇//)\

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I will cry. Please don’t find me Chan

[jazz-the-writer]

LmAOOOO CAUGHT VAPING OMG HA HA HA SO GROSS…i totally don’t do that \(//∇//)\

…guys omg I do and this hit fucking hard omg CHANS HAIR NO NOT NYMPH CHAN WHY THE FUCKN DO THE AUDACITY LIVE IN THE FUCKEN AUSTRALIAN BOYS OF SKZ WTF!?!???

I will finish tagging this later omg It hit hard I would be embarrassed to be caught

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Chan please don’t ever find me. I’d die.

Omg Leeknow tooo 😫😫😫😫

[jazz-the-writer]

hi bae, you haven't posted in a while kwkwk are you ok??

yes i’m okay :’) (kinda) but i’m pushing through !! i’m ngl i probs won’t be as active as i used to be but i’ll most likely post this fic soon and then dip for a bit 😭 i js wanna post smth before i fully go ghost LOL

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♥️

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hi omg 1. FUCK WHY ARE U SUCH A FINE SHYT id kill to have the honour to become your 🙉 anon🤤🤤🤤 2. your writing is crazy wtf im like coming back to ur page almost everyday for your nerdsung posts FFFFFF 3. oohgheez your life is so interesting pls UPDATE US MORE!!!!

OMG HAI RHANK YOU SM <333 thanks for liking my content and ur support rlly means everything to me 🫶🫶 i have hella stories i could share but i feel like some of them r a little too crazy to post like i feel like i gotta take some of them to the grave w me djdksksk

[jazz-the-writer]

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no PLEASE NO.

I can’t handle this I’m so weak and frail in the mind right now Christopher Bhang. Oh my god please.

I’m a smut writer this is torture do you know the fANTASY POTENTIAL???????

Is he a Vampire or a Nymph?

250823 © Forever Chan

[jazz-the-writer]

Spirals…

Guys it’s comeback weekend and I haven’t even seen the intro 🥲 I don’t think I’ve seen an intro since LMB….

Guys what day is it ? When are we?

My lord I’m dizzy ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

Pics to follow imma edit them hang on.

Just gonna put my tags in this for now. Ugh this all started cause I wanted

\(//∇//)\ AU Mafia Clan Leader Bang Chan.

Oh my god. Guys Blindfold chan is called Chris. I feel like it’s a little different I haven’t written his name as Chris yet.

AHEM OKAY THATS IT FOR now.

Im.. I just showered I gotta go get dressed

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[jazz-the-writer]

\(//∇//)\\(//∇//)\ guys it might be time to write…I’m…so sorry…it’s gonna be smut. Also ps if you haven’t I just wanted to link my Birthday Bin fic I’m so happy he’s getting so much love ╰(*´︶`*)╯ Blindfold Binnie is so HOT. Seriously.

Hollow…

Guys it’s come back day and my bestie is passed out and we usually watch shit together and she doesn’t usually get up till 3am my time and I always fall asleep ok look it’s weird but we watch the videos and text each other about em. Sue me.

WAIT BEFORE I BEGIN. I did a thing idk if anyone would like them but I saw two skz videos for the comeback back and I did a thing (〃ω〃)

Idk screensavers? Home screen Lock Screen?

I got MinChan for the Lock Screen and SeungLix for my Home Screen

This is a series of screenshots of how my day has been so far . It won’t make sense cause it’s only like 1/3 of the photos edited but here.

Happy KARMA Come Back

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[jazz-the-writer]

HEY HEwY WHAT THE FUCK?????\(//∇//)\

I’m trying to shower and get ready for bed and go to work tomorrow morning at 7am and act like I don’t post fanfiction about stray kids as a hobby 😭

[jazz-the-writer]

Changbin Birthday Special -NSFW

Blindfold OT8 Drabble sneak peek (´⊙ω⊙`) (there's an A/N at the end with more info...)

It’s Bins Birthday Weekend and I wanted to share a sneaky peek at what is to come of my first OT8 Drabble.

Side Note: guys omg this is the first time I’ve ever had something done for like a birthday release. Look Bin is such a good boy and I feel like shit for missing his live but it was 1am for me and I had work at 5am and I almost slept in too late ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

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Bin I am at a loss for words. So to show my appreciation I will let you in on a kinky secret. I’m into blindfolds and I have some thoughts about a little AU version of you. Solo producer type.

Happy birthday Binnie I wrote up some Birthday sex kinda

*wink* idk I hope he never finds this…I’m gonna go cry.

Omg I’m so late \(//∇//)\ forgive me Binnie please. Also happy belated birthday cause I’m an inconsiderate pervert smut writer. As I said this contains blindfolded kink and like sexy times. Idk chill I can’t think of all things (＞人＜;) Enjoy?

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Changbin: He doesn’t like surprises, every time he walks into a surprise something bad happens, it’s a curse he’s come to accept. He’s made it so clear since you started texting each other. It’s in the messages that you send with “hey I got a question when you’re free” he starts with the rapid responses as soon as he sees it. It always makes your heart race when he does that. “What is it?”, “hey come on, you know I hate surprises”, “don’t scare me like that”. He’s cute when he panics and maybe sometimes you do it on purpose. It’s after a week of texting him that your friend convinces you to tease Changbin with a sexy picture. Since you’re “so committed to making surprises fun again” it dwells in your mind when he cancels on the second date you’ve both tried to arrange. He’s going on two weeks of not meeting face to face. He’s a lyricist among other titles that make him the person who other artists turn to. He gets caught up into sessions and there are some that are just too big to avoid. You get it. You can’t help that he’s made you feel ignored either. Maybe his way of telling you he doesn’t like surprises could be his way of telling you he doesn’t want to meet you. There’s this buzzing in your hips and you press your thighs together, it’s just the way he writes to you, maybe you’re mistaking the small tension between you. It’s text messages after all, maybe you’re misinterpreting something, you look up at the mirror doors of your closet. The bed being in front of the mirror wasn’t for this particular reason. You stare at yourself in a cotton tank top and soft pink cotton panties.

What if he thinks I look good?

You shake your head to yourself and reach for your phone in bed.

Bin: Hey, I'm sorry about tonight, just got home and I was thinking about you.

You press your thighs together and consider it a moment longer. This is definitely a bad idea but you’re to desperate for his attention and he’s awake still. After you went and took everything off and showered. It was this kind of message that made you think he wanted you the way you wanted him. You bite at your lip while you stare at yourself, trying to angle the camera to avoid showing your face, you lifted up the bottom of your shirt to show the waistband of your panties. It made you blush when you stared at it before typing out a reply.

You can make it up to me another night, but you texted too late, you missed out on the pretty dress I got for the date.

Your fingers drop your phone on the bed when it starts ringing. He hasn’t called you not once since you started talking to each other. You pick it up.

“Hello?” There’s this small gasp that leaves him before he clears his throat.

“Hey, I’m, I wanted to say it again, I mean it. Chan is a really good friend of mine. I couldn’t leave him hanging like that.” You hum in response and blush as you wait for him to say something.

“Bin?” You only really text it to him so he couldn’t stop himself from his cute hum in response. You giggle at his reaction while tugging at your covers with one hand.

“Did you mean to?” He’s quiet when he asks and you hum out to him.

“Did I mean what?” You ask and he’s struggling to breathe and it makes you smile.

“The picture you sent?” He sounds confused and the heat on your face makes it difficult to respond as you crawl up your bed.

“Why would I send it if I didn’t mean it?” He lets out this heavy sigh. “You still won’t let me see your pretty face” you let a sigh out as you think of a response.

“You say you don’t like surprises, so I didn’t want to get your hopes up for a pretty face” he scoffs on his end.

“I think you’re the only person who hasn’t stopped surprising me since we met… I like your surprises” it makes the heat in your stomach twist in delight.

“Bin, tell me im not crazy for wanting you” he sighs in this way that makes you feel the loneliness in it.

“I want you too, hearing your voice right now, I have to stop myself from saying something stupid” he says it in that way and you let out this breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Please Bin, tell me” you don’t mean for it to come out sounding like a moan. Your thighs press together as you press your back into your bed. “Tell you what?” He chokes in a breath before he laughs and it makes you feel shy for suggesting something. His laugh is cute, he giggles and it makes your chest tighten, how can someone with such a smooth voice giggle like that?

“Tell me if I’m stupid for wanting to touch myself with you listening” you say it quietly and for a moment you did think he heard you. He’s quiet on the other end and it makes your heart skip a beat. The nagging sound of ‘he doesn’t like surprises’ is itching the back of your subconscious as embarrassment threatens to settle in.

“You’re serious?” He sounds like he’s genuinely asking and it makes you squirm into yourself again. The ‘yeah’ leaves you in this pretty sigh that makes Changbin bite down on his bottom lip. “you know, this almost feels too good to be true, tell me I’m not dreaming” you can’t help the way your fingers slip into your panties at the way he mumbles that last part almost to himself. The small gasp you let out has Changbin holding his breath as his throat dries and he tries to swallow. He’s inside his apartment pressed up against the wall of his hallway and he has a thought to thank whatever god gave him this chance.

“Bin, just tell me if it’s stupid so I can hang up and just take care of myself” it comes out in this embarrassed grumble that makes you consider just hanging up. He’s rushes with a string of ‘no, no, no, no’s and it makes you giggle again.

“I’m just, I haven’t done this with anyone before, you kind of have me in unknown territory” he sounds embarrassed, and for the first time nervous, you’re humming to yourself in thought.

“Well, you could start with telling me what you’d do to me” it’s more of a taunt, he clears his throat in response, and you can’t help the small moan that leaves you as your fingers dip into the warmth between your thighs. He sighs and the way it sounds, so hopelessly sweet, it’s what has you whimpering as your fingers slip through your folds. Meanwhile he’s crumbling against his wall.

“This is going to sound crude, but I’m just dying to fuck you, I want to listen to the noises you’d make while I touch you” he groans out this soft sigh out after a small whine you let slip past your lips.

“I just want to listen to you cum, I’m dying to know what you look like” he’s groaning in this way that makes you wonder what he’s doing.

“What are you doing?” The words leave you in this dreamy sigh as your fingers tease at your wanting home for him.

“Trying to salvage my dignity while I helplessly listen to a beautiful girl touch herself…to the thought of me I’m hoping” he’s already surrendered, slid down his wall and slumped over, there’s this breathy giggle you let out. It has Changbin palming at his bulge, he finds that laugh so fucken sexy, he makes a mental note that he needs to make you laugh when you have sex for the first time.

“Who else would I think about? You have someone in mind?” It leaves you in this tempting tone that has him squeezing harder at himself. He’s panting and for a man who spends his career writing music he’s left speechless with you. It makes him desperate for more, he wants to make you as speechless, he needs to see you. His fingers press into himself to quell the ache for a moment before he speaks up. He’s got his back pressed to the wall as he listens to the small mumbles and gasps you let slip. If there was one thing he loves it’s the way his pretty girl sounds when she feels pleasure. He wants you to be his and he hasn’t even seen your face, he doesn’t care what he doesn’t know, he just knows he needs to do everything to keep you in his life. The way you moan his name and beg for him, he wants to be there when you say ‘please’ for him, he’s left to whisper your name and mention how pretty you sound.

“I don’t want to sound too forward, but you’re making it difficult to not want to undress you the moment I see you” he can’t help but to be in awe of you, he can feel himself leaking in his pants, he needs to hear you finish before he can touch himself. He wants to hear that pretty moan of his name, he’s praying he hears you say it when you cum.

“Changbin” it leaves your lips in this shudder that has his hands twitching over himself. The whimper you let out makes him bite back a moan, he’s been thinking about it since that first flirty text you sent, he’s determined to make you come by just listening to you as he touches you.

“Y/n, you’re making it impossible for me to look you in the eyes” the he hears it the breathless giggle, that same fucken breathless giggle you let out before, it makes him choke back another moan.

Yeah

He thinks to himself.

I’m gonna make her cum on my dick while saying my name.

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There’s this thing about surprises that you hate, but you’ll never admit it, it’s the waiting that kills you. You’re worried he might have to cancel, you got to the restaurant early, he made the reservation so he couldn’t forget could he? You’re squirming in your seat and messing with your dress. He’d call me. You tell yourself and there’s only a small ache inside you when you think about being stood up. It’s been a little over ten minutes and that ache is threatening to let a few tears slip as you toy with your wine glass. Your chin is pressing into your palm as you let out a wistful sigh. You feel a little betrayed after the way he sounded on the phone that night, it wasn’t too long ago. He promised this date that same night!

You get this sour taste in your mouth before you press your heels into the floor to stand up. It feels sleezey to think he might have just wanted a little attention from a girl. It’s not till you hear a man calling your name, you were attempting to call a waiter over to ask about the bill, when you turn to see him your heart thumps in your chest. He has this soft look to him, black framed glasses with a white button up and this pretty brown cardigan, he has on some dark wash jeans and it makes you smile.

Damn it

You know he looks good and you sort of feel over dressed, his hair looks so soft and there’s a few curls covering his forehead, he’s holding his hands up in surrender. You’re struggling to find a way to walk out of the restaurant, he had you waiting over ten minutes, there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to embarrass yourself even more by wishing he begs you to stay.

“I know, I’m so late, but I promise it’s cause I spent thirty minutes trying to decide on what flower to buy you” he’s pink in the face and your heart feels like it’s in your throat as you watch him reach into his cardigan. He pulls out a single pink carnation, it almost has you weak in the knees, and you know he’s won you over for the date.

“The florist told me that a carnation is flower language for admiration” he’s walking closer and before you can really fight back he’s standing right in front of you. A soft sigh leaves you at the ache in your heart as your fingers brush against his to accept his flower.

“Thirty minutes?” It comes out in a broken whisper that makes you feel vulnerable. His eyes are steady, when you peer up at him through your lashes, his gaze never leaves yours.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, I just, you look beautiful and I feel like a real loser right now” it’s like his words trigger a reflex response from you. You’re still bitter and you still want to cry when you furrow your eyebrows together.

“You are, leaving a girl here waiting, only a loser would make a girl think that she got stood up” the words sting when they leave your lips, there’s this soft whimper in your throat that you can’t help, his gaze falters before his eyes shut and his head hangs in defeat.

“I won’t make you stay if you don’t want to” he has that helpless sting to his voice that makes you press your hand to his chest. You don’t know why but it’s comforting to know he aches the way you do, or that’s what you’re feeling, there’s a part of you that’s so happy he’s here. The way his heart beats under your touch, he watches you, his fists are clenches up and you twirl the carnation stem in your fingers.

“Just, please don’t do this to me again, text me if you’re running late. I can wait, so long as I know you didn’t forget me” you can’t help the pout or sadness in your tone, he could melt right now, he can’t believe you still want to have the date. His smile makes your heart warm in your chest as he puts his hand on the back of your chair. You give him what you think is a glare but he can tell it’s just a way for you to hide something. He doesn’t know exactly what you don’t want him to see, but he knows he’s got to work at getting your trust back, next time he’s going to research flower language before he spends two hours in a flower shop listening to a sweet old lady tell him about the history. He knows you’re hurt but he thinks he should tell you about it another time, he wants to tell you about her, he will tell you about her one day.

He does it, you don’t even remember at what point you started laughing, he’s got you in the palm of his hand again. After you both ordered your dinner it was seamless the way he watched you and the way he spoke. You wanted to be mad, tried to convince yourself, to stay mad. He just made it so hard when he was so sweet. He’d found his way back into that comfy spot where you just want to swallow him whole. He’s shy again and it has you teasing him till he blushes and clears his throat when his voice cracks. You didn’t mean for it to sound so suggestive when you made the comment that he has a sexy voice. You liked his voice and you wanted to make it known to him.

“I think you have me beat, that phone call… you’re the one with a sexy voice” his cheeks are red, and he’s biting on his bottom lip repeatedly, the way he looks so flustered after his words has you biting on your bottom lip. His eyes are glossy and half lidded as he stares at you from under his curls. He lets this heavy sigh out and you’re pressing your thighs together, the silk dress has goosebumps rising on your skin, you reach for the soft cardigan you brought. You can feel his eyes burning on your skin, you feel just a little too exposed, when you picked the dress it was more for looking like a prize. There’s a part of you that worries it looks like you do this all the time, it’s not a bad thing, it’s just not who you are or what you like to do. He just made you feel like you could be comfortable with him.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” It’s the worry in his voice that has you blushing and looking up at him, he’s closer now and his eyes look so pretty, your cardigan is hung low at your elbows.

“N-no” it’s a quiet stutter that leaves you, you let the cardigan hang off your shoulders, the dress was backless and usually you’re not this dressed up at all. It’s just you’ve had the dress for so long and he picked this really nice restaurant that you had never even known about. You wanted to look nice and online the restaurant looks high end but effortless like he looks now. This time you’re the one that feels like you’re in unknown territory.

“I think your dress looks beautiful on you, if you’re comfortable with it, I’d like to see it still” it makes the heat between your thighs feel sticky, he’s looking at you in this way that has your head spinning, does he know what he’s going to me?

“If you’re cold I understand that too” his words sound like an afterthought as he stares back down at his plate, there’s this laugh you try to stifle, he’s finished his meal and he’s staring at and empty plate. He lets out this little sigh of defeat and he covers his face with his hands. He’s quiet when he says it, a secret just for you to hear.

“I’m thinking inappropriate things” your hand feels clammy when you reach out to touch the knuckles on one of his fingers. He’s still so pink in the cheeks, when he lets his hands fall from his face, it has you wondering if he’d still blush knowing you have the same thoughts. You’re both sitting in silence before you find the courage to speak up.

“I think I’d like to go home now, you’re still driving me right?” There’s a promise in your words and he’s not sure what kind of promise it is, he knows he wants to find out though, you stand up and it feels like your throat gets dry. He’s watching you carefully as you reach for your purse on your chair and you can’t help yourself. You linger with your back to him, letting him stare at your bare skin, you’re hoping that he’s staring. When you turn around you find him doing those same little repetitive lip bites like he’s struggling with himself. You look at him expectantly and he gasps and grumbles to himself before he stands up.

“Yes, of course, I’m driving you home” he says it like he’s reminding himself of the conversation you had. He hears that laugh again and it makes his heart skip a beat when you cling to his arm as he walks with you. the way he pulls you in makes you stumble into him and that's when you remember the bill.

“Have a good night Changbin” the server calls it out to him and before you can say anything he has his eyes on you and your arm locked around his.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you pay did you?” It makes you blush and you can’t decide if you’re angry or not.

“Do you bring all your dates here?” He chuckles at your meek attempt to tease him.

“No…just you” that makes you weak in the knees and he giggles, he fucking giggles that cute giggle you heard over the phone, before his hand finds your waist to guide you out the restaurant doors. The drive is warm and a good quiet, he’s focused and it takes everything in you to not squeeze at his thigh, you���re comfortable in the silence with him.

“Do you want to come inside?” You’ve been sitting in the car, parked, for a few minutes and you can hear your blood rushing through your ears when you ask. He’s gripping at the steering wheel and it makes your heart falter.

“I don’t want to be the loser who expects a goodnight kiss after what I did to you tonight” there’s this twist in your stomach, it’s like he’s decided without you, you’re too distracted to notice his movements. His hand finds yours and his fingers coil around yours, he watches you gasp quietly, his lips feel wet when they kiss the back of your hand. You bite down on your lip again at the way his kiss leaves your heart aching for more.

“What if I want a goodnight kiss?” His breath hitches and he’s clearing his throat before he turns the car off and gets out. You sort of hesitate at the surprise and it’s when you see him walk around the front to open your door that you blush.

“How can I deny you what you want?” There’s a chill that runs through you when you take his hand and he doesn’t let it go. He laces his fingers with yours as he walks you to your building, your apartment is on the third floor, he’s squeezing at your hand while you wait for your elevator. It’s quiet in the lobby and you blush when you see your building doorman smirking at you. It’s not often you bring a man back home, in fact he was just teasing you about it, you haven’t been on a date in a year or so. Changbin has just made everything feel so easy since you both started talking.

“After you beautiful” his words startle you and your shoulders flinch, his thumb is brushing back and forth on your hand, he follows you into the elevator and the air feels dry. You pushed the button for your floor and his hand squeezed at yours again. Your head unconsciously tilts to lean on him and you can feel him tense. There’s a pressure building in your chest and you’re hoping and praying he takes the hint. He follows you down your hallway and there’s this warmth that buzzes in your arms and shoulders. Your keys jingle in your hold and you tug him closer, what makes you gasp is the way he leans in, his hand leaves yours and you feel him caress your hip. You stumble and your back presses against your door, the warmth between your thighs has you clenching and feeling empty, you’re breathing has gotten heavy and he hasn’t even kissed you yet. His grip pinches into your skin and you whimper, he’s closer now and his tongue slips out to wet his lips, his breath is warm on your lips. Your free hand presses onto his chest as you grip at the handle of your door with the other to try and ground yourself.

“We don’t have to…” it leaves him in this soft voice and without realizing your whimpering out a ‘please’, it does something to him. The noise you make and his other hand is on your hip as your breath shudders. His hold is firm and his lips brush against yours, you swallow hard, your throat feels dry again. He’s slow and you know he’s moving with purpose, it’s when his lips brush yours again, he’s teasing you and before you can stop yourself you lean in to close the distance. There’s a small moan that leaves you when your lips touch, he’s panting against you, one of his hands slip low to squeeze at your backside. He swallows another small moan from your lips as his other hand presses flat to your abdomen and slips up to rest just below your chest. He pulls away and his hands are still on you while you try to bring yourself back. You can’t tell if it’s been that long or if it’s him, you know it’s him, he’s so quiet all you can hear is the way you’re breathing unevenly.

“Bin” it leaves you in this desperate whisper as you struggle to look at him. You can see him staring at his hand as he lets it slide up to cup your breast over the silk of your dress. You gasp out as he massages the soft flesh, you’re desperately arching into his touch, your eyes are searching the hall for anyone that might see. It’s when his lips press a wet kiss to your neck that your hands grip at the fabric of his shirt, his hand is still pressing on your breast, his tongue slips out for a taste of your skin. You moan out for him and his hands leave your skin feeling cold when he takes them off you to press them against the door. You tug him closer to you by the waistband of his jeans and the groan he lets out has your mouth watering. His forearms press to the door on either side of your head as his thigh presses between your legs.

“Please-want you to-” you’re struggling to speak as he presses his thigh to where your all warm and wet. You’re pressing your back into the door as your head falls back.

“Are you sure?” His voice pulls a loud groan from your chest as you fist at his shirt. He giggles again, he fucking giggles, and it has you pressing yourself into him as you press your hands flat to his chest and lean into him. You’re panting when you say ‘yes’ with some bite to your tone.

“Then I should let you open your door” he hums after and the warmth he takes with him has you shivering as you try to make sense of your keys. When the door opens he’s behind you and lifting your dress as his fingers dig into your hip.

"Changbin" his name leaves your lips in a whimper as he's guiding you through your door. You turn in his hold and you press him against the door to shut it behind him. He's smirking at the sight of you, so flustered and needy, he likes that you're comfortable enough to take what you want from him. He watches you pant and the way your strap falls off your shoulder, he wants to take your dress off, he's biting his bottom lip to keep himself from doing something you won't like. He doesn't want to take the lead, he wants to go at your pace, he's fighting himself to keep from pinning you on your back and taking what he knows you want him to. His fingers ghost over your shoulder and you feel awkward as you stare at him and he stares at you. There's that same ache in you that has you pressing into him and leaning in to kiss him. You can feel him bunching up the skirt of your dress as you moan and whimper into his kiss. There's this helpless sigh that leaves you when you pull away from him and he's patient with you as you struggle to ask the question in your mind.

"Do you not want me?" It leaves your lips in this broken moan, it makes him ache to think you're misunderstanding him, his fingers caress your spine and it has your head falling back as you shudder.

"I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do" he's desperate and feeling your spine only has his hand spread low on your hip. His fingers slipping under the silk of your dress. His fingers are digging into your flesh, he's got his thigh between your legs, he can feel how much you want him inside.

"I want it Binnie, want you to touch me" You're quick to respond and he laughs at the name you called him. You're blushing in embarrassment and a little more shy that he laughs out a little longer. Your eyes are fixed on his chest as you nuzzle your face into his neck.

"I didn't expect you to call me that" he says it low and he's still caressing you. "It was cute in your texts" he mentions as he stares at you and sees the shiver he's coaxed out of you. He likes watching you lean into his touch and he wants you to ask for more. His heart races in his chest as he nudges your neck with his nose, he gives into the need to kiss and lick at your skin, you're gasping and it's like he can taste it. He can feel himself losing his grip on reality, he needs to be present, he knows he needs to listen. It's too fucking hard for him to think when he can feel how soft and plush your ass is. You're gasping into his neck and rutting into his thigh, he feels your warm breath on his skin, you can feel the way the denim of his jeans gets slick with you. Changbin is currently struggling with the idea of bending you over the couch. He needs to stop and, fucking listen to her, he know he needs to bend to her will. He was late, how the fuck am I this lucky? he can't believe you still want him to keep his promise.

"Say it again" he whispers it and he's desperate to hear you tell him you want him to fuck you. He needs it, needs to hear how bad you want him, he's praying you know how much he wants to enjoy taking care of you.

“I want you inside me” you whisper it, your hips rolling into his as you grip his shirt to pull yourself closer, your lips brush over the shell of his ear. He lets out this weak groan and you feel it tremble through your chest pressed to his. “I want it inside, wan’ you to fuck me like a bunny, Bin” the words just slip out of your mouth like music to his ears. Then he hears it as he leans into you his lips travel lower on your chest, that sexy fucking laugh he wants to hear you make, his mouth just at the edge of where your dress covers the swell of your breasts. Your fingers brush against the shell of his ear as you smile in your dazed state at how blushed pink his skin is.

“Where’s your bedroom..or do you want it here? Tell me where” he’s whispering his words against your chest. You’re a little dizzy and you have to steady your breathing, you sigh while you feel over his shoulders, and let your fingers trace over the taught muscles under his cardigan. It takes you a moment and he’s smiling at you as you linger on his arms. You’re tugging his cardigan off and leaving it on your couch before you grab his wrist and lead him to your bedroom. He’s giggling again and it has you turning and kissing him some more as you continue to walk backwards to your door. He likes how you look when you want something…when you want him.

There’s this unsettling feeling in your stomach after you straddle him on the end of your bed. This self conscious feeling that just has you second guessing yourself, not about him, you keep worrying he won’t like the way you look naked.

“Bin, can I ask for something?” You pull away to ask your question and he’s panting and his fingertips are digging into your thighs. His forehead falls to your shoulder as he mutters out his words.

“Anything, please just don’t leave me in suspense, ask it” he’s pressing into you and pulling you impossibly closer.

“Will you wear a blindfold for me?” You know he’s not going to like you dancing around the question so you ask it bluntly. You’re blushing and trying to avoid his gaze when his head perks up and he lets out this confused pout.

“Why?” He sounds so genuine when he asks it and it makes your heart that much louder in your ears.

“I want to feel you but I’m still scared of you seeing me” you’re shy when you explain and he’s watching you carefully. His head tilts to the side and yeah it has you wanting him more but you’re still scared.

“Okay” he whispers it against your lips before kissing you again. It leaves you breathless and whimpering into the kiss as he pulls you in to press his middle to yours.

“You don’t have to explain it, I’ll do whatever you need me to do” he sounds sincere when he pulls away from your kiss. It makes you want him even more. You scoot down off the bed and you’re convinced you must be permanently red in the face by now at how hot it feels. You find a black sash from one of your dresses and you play with it in your hands as you walk back to him. He’s lying on your bed now with his elbows holding him up, his eyes never leave your frame, he’s watching you make your way back and bites his lip again as you climb up to straddle him. His lips look pretty and bruised a kiss pink, that does something to you, and he smiles at you when you place the blindfold on him. After you tie it he sits up again, hands curl around your shoulders, and a soft moan leaves you as he plays with the straps of your dress.

“Can I take this off now?” You nod in response before choking out a ‘yes’ and you can’t control the whimper that leaves you when his fingers tug your dress down. His mouth is warm and he has you panting as he kisses and licks at your chest, a whine leaves your throat, his hand cups your breast and his tongue licks flat against your nipple. The blindfold brushes against your skin as he continues his assault, his mouth never lets up, as he kisses, bites and licks at your breasts taking his time with you. His kisses and touches have your hips circling into him as you press where you ache against his hard and thick warmth.

“Wait, I d-ahn” you cut yourself off with a moan you let out as one of his hands presses flat into the skin of your back, pulling you into him, and his other holds your breast to his mouth. He’s moving so slow and he nuzzles his nose into your chest, his hands are all over and you feel him slipping the silk off your arms, he has you quietly moaning in his lap. He slips your dress down to sit at your hips, you tremble against him as his hands map your body, even with his eyes covered it still feels like he can see you. You’re not afraid of him…you’re afraid of how much you want him to see you.

“Is this okay?” He whispers it into the delicate skin of your neck like a secret, you nod and he hums into you as he leaves another kiss, he lets out a deep sigh against you before cupping your backside and standing. You let out a noise in surprise as your ankles cross behind him, he’s careful when he reaches behind him, one of his hands keeps his grip on you and the other feels for the bed behind you.

“You have to answer me when I ask since I can’t see you” he says it plainly while laying you down, and it has you whining and pressing your head into the mattress, as his hands bunch up the fabric of the dress at your waist.

“It’s okay, want you to” is all you managed out in a pretty whine as he slips the dress off your thighs, he’s careful with it and feels over your legs to take it off, there’s a broken whimper that leaves you. His fingers find their way back up your body starting at your ankles and slipping up your thighs. He slips his fingers underneath the thin fabric of your panties, a heavy sigh leaves him he presses his nose to your thigh, he’s gripping at the soft flesh of your ass and he wants to make it last but it’s difficult when all he can think of is getting inside you. He wants to do right by you, you've been so sweet to him since he met you, he needs to do right by you and he'll do it with his mouth. He melts between your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders, he's pressing his nose into the lace and sighing into your skin as he kisses over the fabric on your hips. He hasn't even touched you and you're already begging him, he can't believe he's getting lucky right now, his tongue is lazy when he licks over your damp core. He whimpers into you, his tongue is savoring your taste, and he knows he's already ruined and he needs you to cum on his tongue. Your squirming is what pulls him out of his dazed state between your thighs he can hear you mumbling and whimpering.

"Binnie, please, need you" you're already gone, his tongue was all you could think about, the long slow lick had your toes curling in. There's a moment that feels like it lasts forever when his hands caress your hips and feel over the lace on your skin. For a moment he can't tell if he's torturing you or himself, he could pull them down and off, he thinks for a moment before he decides to pinch the fabric over your abdomen and tug. He can hear your gasps and whimpers as he tugs and rips the lace off you, and you're honestly too gone to care about the flimsy fabric, you're struggling to keep yourself from looking at him. His fingers feel over your folds first and your hips shiver into his touch, he'd give anything to see you right now, his mouth opens over you and you feel the way his tongue drips over you. His name is all you moan when his tongue finally fucks into you, he groans when your legs fall open for him, your heels scratch at his back and he flicks his tongue over your clit. He feels possessive as your fingers slip into his hair and pull him into you. His tongue dips into you again and you feel the way he slowly fucks it into you like he's starving for something only you can give him. You can't stop yourself from looking down at him and the sight has you clenching around his tongue, his eyes are covered and his hair is messy from your fingers, his jaw is hung open and you feel his tongue curling into you. Another desperate whine of his name escapes from deep within your chest as your fingers tighten in his hair. His tongue leaves you with a filthy slick slurp and you feel his drool drip over your aching center before he presses a wet kiss to your thigh. The way his whole chin feels wet as he presses the kiss into you has you closing your thighs around him.

"you taste so fucking good, gonna cum in my fucking pants just from tasting you" he's grumbling it into your skin as he presses more wet kisses between both of your thighs. You're struggling to look down at him while he continues his kisses over your abdomen.

"does it feel good?" you can feel him smiling against your skin when he hears the weak whimper of 'yes' leave your lips.

"gonna make you cum, before I fuck you baby, that okay?" he doesn't wait for your reply and it doesn't stop you from the 'yeah' you moan out as his tongue laps over your folds. He listens for the high pitched whine of his name and it's like he knows what he's found when he keeps his focus there. You don't even realize you're riding his face till you glance down to see his slack jaw, drool dribbling down his chin as your hips continued to rock into him, you can't help the way the image makes your grip tighten in his hair. His tongue is moving again and he curls it into you before slipping back up to that spot he found. He makes a mental note to say that it's his spot, he wants to be the only one to open you up this way, he wants you to be his in every way. It's like he's found this filthy rhythm, it's your rhythm and he wants to burn it in his memory, he wants to be the only one you let play with you this way. After his tongue gives another pass of that filthy rhythm that has your mind in a messy haze, you’re cumming on his face, your thighs are squeezing and your hips are shaking and trembling. He doesn't let up and he moans into you as he drinks you in with the same filthy rhythm, he leaves your aching center with a kiss, his hands slip down your calves to nudge your heels off. There's a soft thud you hear as they fall off of you and onto the carpet, Changbin is kneeling between your thighs now, your mind is dizzy as you watch him undo the buttons of his shirt. He's careful about taking his shirt off and your hands reach for his stomach to tug at his white tank top. He's giggling again and you’re groaning in frustration as you tug open his jeans. He gets quiet and falls forward to cage you in and even with the blindfold it’s like he can see you blushing.

“Did you cum baby?” His lips are pink and his chin is slick with you on it, he’s smirking above you when he asks and it falters, you can’t help the pride that swells in you. Your fingers are curled around him and you can’t help the whimper you let out at the feel of him.

“Yeah Bin, came real hard for you” it leaves you in this sultry moan and his forehead falls forward and his hips lazily thrust into your hand.

“You gonna fuck me?” its the way you whisper it to him as your lips press a kiss to his cheek after your question. He’s sighs as he struggles with the way your touch feels, he's gonna cum on your hand if he isn't careful, he likes how breathless you sound.

“I can’t see beautiful, if you want to use-”

“No, want you inside Bin, now, want it inside” it’s all you can think about and leaves you in a pitiful moan. His fingers trace down from your knees to feel over your thighs as he spreads them, he's a little further away, he's resting on his knees.

"I can't take my shirt off, I might pull the blindfold too" his hands are mapping you out again as he feels you flinch under his touch. Your fingers tug uselessly at his tank top and your other hand slips under his shirt to watch him shiver, his fingers pinch at your skin as his hands ball up into fists, he moans weakly when you pull him from his pants.

"y/n I'm gonna-" he cuts himself off with a whimper, your teasing his tip over your folds, and his hips push into you as his hands cage you in again. He groans when you nudge him inside of you, his hips twitch again and you moan, he feels so thick it worries you how much it'll hurt.

"Changbin, please, want you to cum inside me" There's this pretty and broken moan that leaves you when he pushes forward, he's inside and you can feel the sting and stretch of him, he wants to give it all to you but he needs to focus. He can't cum, not before you do, it's difficult when he feels you clenching around him and he hasn't even put it in all the away. He stops pushing when he hears your soft broken whimper and the way your fingers dig into his shoulders. He nuzzles into your neck with his nose, the blindfold tickling your skin, you giggle as he kisses at your skin.

that fucking laugh

he thinks to himself.

I want to hear her laugh like that for the rest of my life.

"am I hurting you?" he sounds worried and you sigh to yourself, somewhat thankful for a moment to gather your thoughts. You can't help the moan as you squirm into him more.

"hey, I'm serious, I know I'm big" you can feel him smirking into your skin and you smack his arm and hear him laugh. He's looking off to the side and you bite your lip while you play with his hair before tugging off the blindfold. He blinks a few times and his eyes take you in, his breathing gets uneven when he looks down, he's panting again when he sees where you connect. You moan out softly when you feel him twitch at the sight of you.

"y/n I don't want to hurt you-" he sounds desperate, it's so fucking cute to you, the way he's struggling to keep his composure. His hands are at your sides again, you can feel him trembling against you, you pull him into a kiss by his neck and your ankles cross behind him. He whimpers into your mouth and you gasp out a helpless whine at the full feeling of him inside.

"want it Bin, you promised you'd fuck me, m'good. Wanna be good for you" the words leave you in this pitiful moan. You feel hot in the face as he stares at you, his forehead presses onto yours, that's his limit and he's holding your hips as he starts his slow torturous thrusts.

"Oh god"

you whimper out.

Please let me keep him all to myself

you hope and you don't know it yet but so does he.

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originally this wag going to be at the beginning but stay tuned if you want links idk save the post??? ehh whatever no one reads my shit it's all selfindulgent.

Long ass A/N (Read if you want more info on the OT8drabble you can skip if you wanna read the fic): I will link all my blindfold drabble posts here and come back to add the OT8 drabble link. as of today I am late to his birthday. It is however still august and I have a changbin fic completed. I wanted to finish his Mafia fic but oh well.... sometimes we don't get what we want. I am almost done with it, just need some motivation so Bin anytime you wanna post a shirtless pic let me know cause that will 100% get me to finish the fic LMAO as if skz could find me I am like a ghost of a fanfic writer no one reads my shit....please don't read it anyone that says I write good is a liar.

also I have so many screenshots for a text babble...I am just really overwhelmed and the come back is also happening I am only a woman... I am weak for Felix okay???? It's hard to write about the other guys when my imaginary version of Felix is like a needy fucken dog......I mean that like if he was a puppy or cat constantly demanding attention you KNOW WHAT THIS IS A GOOD STOPPING POINT YOU SEE HOW LEE FELIX JUST FUCKEN TAKES OVER MY WHOLE LIFE????

I need a drink...anyway hope you ENJOYED it