#FELIX X READER

[multi-fandom-rando]

Ooooo mhm it's purring

"What Happens When..." | [SKZ] OT8 | [I.N]

Everyone decides to take a guess what Jeongin's girlfriend's favorite thing to do in the bedroom is - and almost everyone gets it wrong.

Genre: Smut [18+ MDNI] Pairing: Jeongin x Fem!Reader Warnings: SPIT, lots of spit, PinV (wrap it before you tap it), tummy bulge/size kink, manhandling, bondage/hands being bound together, pussy spanking, spanking in general

Notes: This IS a short fic and isn't anything really long. There's no plot - it's purely smut for your viewing pleasure and my mental peace, lol. <- This is the last installment of this series !! It's finally coming to an end.~

Word Count: 2.2K

Bangchan | Lino | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

"Why does Hyunjin get to go first?" "Because he's already between her legs, I guess."

"Would you two shut up? This is all for educational purposes. You need to watch and learn; Because I'm about to prove to you that I know what her biggest kink is." Hyunjin's head whips to face the two that bicker about him, Jisung stepping back and Felix letting his arms cross over his chest. "Ayen-ah's let on before that she really likes this one." His thumb finds your clit, flicking over the bundle of nerves and you finally give him a soft reaction to work with, your eyes slipping shut and hands curling against your chest in awe.

Felix lets out a heavy breath that ends in a soft whine, his head tipping to the side to get a better look at where his Hyung's cock begins to prod at your folds - and Felix can't help but stare as he slowly sinks into your warmth, wishing it were himself instead. "That's not fair.."

"So what exactly is the kink here...? Or is this just one big excuse to fuck your friend's girlfriend?" Chris quips off to Hyunjin's right, peering almost just over his shoulder to watch as the younger's cock sinks further into you. ".. Going in raw?" He questions shortly after, realizing Hyunjin hadn't slipped a condom on before pushing into you.

And Hyunjin sighs, tongue prodding at the corner of his mouth as he listens to the others continue to bicker about him just wanting to have sex with you.

But then Jisung sees it.

The way your skin tightens; The way your stomach bulges each time Hyunjin slowly rolls his hips forward. The way your head tips back as he leans down over you and whispers for you to feel it, guiding one of your hands away from your chest to instead press down on the very place his cock prods and rocks against. "..Bulging..." He whispers, lips parted in surprise at the sight in front of them.

"That's.. a pretty close second." Jeongin hums. He sits back against the headboard as he watches his Hyung rock into you slowly; He was lucky he got to fuck you at all - with Jeongin's permission of course - so he was going to do it with the utmost care. "But that's definitely not top spot."

Jisung practically barks from where he stands behind Hyunjin, reaching to tug on his shoulder. "I knew that wasn't going to be it-! Move, it's my turn." And to many of their surprise, the artist lets himself be pulled away from your sweetness.

Just as expected, Jisung moves forward instead to test his theory. If he could get this right with his one guess he would win the bet. And the prize... God, he's never imagined something so wonderful in his entire life. One hand drops to lay on your thigh while the other reaches to undo his belt - and he watches your eyes widen in surprise at his bold move, thinking he'd won already. Your lips pop apart and you're sure you're about to drool at the way his fingers curl around the buckle and rip it wide open, his belt dragging through the loops of his jeans in such a quick and slick manner that you're sure this is a practiced move. With your reaction he was sure he just ended the bet.

Jeongin almost moves to ask Jisung what he's going to do with that belt, hoping there's no impact about to be made with the accessory - but he simply sits up and stays quiet as he watches Jisung wrap the thick, heavy leather around your wrists to keep them snug together. Your soft gasp of anticipation feeds into Jisung's delusion that he was winning the bet, letting him pin your arms down above your head before he leans in to smile right in your face. "You like bondage, don't you, angel?"

And your smile grows, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you nod. "I do; I really, really do. But..." Jisung's heart sinks as you giggle. "It's not my favorite."

"Hah!" Changbin's laugh basically spews from his lips in a visual syllable, his arms previously crossed over his chest now gesturing to Jisung to skidaddle. "Go. She said you lost the bet so get off 'er and let someone else have a turn." His lips pull into a soft smirk, parted and exposing the way his tongue pokes between his teeth like he has ideas of his own to try out.

But someone else is just a tad quicker with wanting to win the bet. As soon as Jisung moves off of the bed in front of you to go sit beside Jeongin in defeat, Minho is right there to take his place; Only he doesn't crawl onto the bed to get to you and instead stands at the edge of it, feeling as though he looms over your still-bound body displayed for them so openly atop the sheets.

Your wrists stay above your head as you crane your neck to look at the man standing so close yet so far, only to have your head bounce back against the mattress from the force of Minho's hand locking around your right ankle tight enough you're sure it might bruise. He wastes no time in dragging you to where he stands so he's properly positioned between your legs, his eyes dark as they drag over every curve that comes to him so swiftly. And no one in the room can ignore the way you yelp at the feeling of being manhandled.

Calloused palms and rough fingertips run up the outer expanse of your thighs, coming nowhere near close to your warmth as they wander higher. He grips at your hips and gives them a teasing squeeze, feeling the way your skin presses between his fingers; So soft, so tempting. With careful but fairly stiff and rough movements, the muscle in his biceps tightens and flexes as he flips you from your back to your front - your face down and ass up for him. A position most would expect when it came to the resident ass-lover of the group. "There we go."

And with the way you moan the moment your face hits the sheets everyone in the room can almost guarantee Minho had won the bet fair and square. That was until your head slowly lifted from where it pressed against the mattress, breathing heavy with eyes dragging up towards your boyfriend where he sat now in front of you - smirking and letting his arms slowly cross over his chest. "You gonna tell them, baby, or do I have to?"

"There's no way that wasn't it." But Seungmin steps forward to test his luck anyway. Even if Minho won the bet just now, he wanted to get his own needs met, his palm smacking down hard on the bare skin of your asscheeks twice before he brought his hand lower and let it meet the wetness of your folds. That gets you to jolt, a sharp gasp escaping swollen lips.

The way you whimpered against the satin of your sheets almost made Seungmin think he was right about his guess, but the glance and small shake of Jeongin's head seemed to secure the realization that he was wrong, too. Seungmin sighs out and brings his hand down harder than before, making you flinch and moan loud - just for him, considering he'd been spanking you for his own satisfaction at that point. May as well let him know you appreciated it while it happened - and that you were open to it in the future, too, of course.

"I'm starting to think we're never going to guess it," Chris murmurs from where he stands near Changbin, leaning against the wall just to watch as everyone took guess after guess. "Maybe we should start going for softer kinks? Stuff that's less harsh...?"

Changbin shakes his head almost immediately. "She seems like the type who would like impact play or something, though. Do we need to go for something more extreme..?"

"What if it's got something to do with toys?" Jisung quips quietly, seated on the edge of the bed and fighting hard not to beg for another chance at winning the bet.

While the producers babbled on to each other about where to go from their current point, Felix stepped forward from where he'd been observing the entire time the others tried to figure out what it was you liked. You'd reacted well to everything they'd done so far; Hyunjin's size, Jisung's restraining, Minho's manhandling, and then Seungmin's spanking. There was no way in Hell you didn't enjoy the more hard-hitting kinks and the like - so he was going to take his chance while the others whined to each other about losing the bet. Besides, they were working against each other - not with.

"Move." Felix hums, gently nudging Minho aside. The older of the two surprisingly complies with ease and steps aside to watch Felix with close eyes, his hands settling on your ass before rubbing down to your hips. There's no hold, no grabbing - no slapping, spanking, bruising or restraining. No, Felix's hands are gentle as they rub over your skin, smoothing down the swell of your ass before giving a teasing squeeze and trailing lower. He settles his hands along your thighs before using his thumbs to spread your pussy open just for him to see - and for Minho to get a glance at.

Chris tips his head as he watches, eyes drawn away from Jisung and Changbin when Felix had stepped forward to take a shot at the prize. "Felix, wait. We should figure out what --"

But then he stops, lips popping apart in pure surprise at the utter filthiness of the younger man placed behind you.

Just as you lift your head to peek up in slight confusion at their constant rambling - and the feeling of someone's hands on you from behind who definitely was not Minho - Felix spits on your pussy.

It splatters on the pink of your skin, mixing with the slick that seems to gush from your aching, empty hole - and Felix watches as you clench around nothing in desperation. Yeah, he'd just won the bet.

"Shit," falls from Hyunjin's lips before he can help it, staring down the brunet who he wasn't aware until now was quite so.. dirty. His eyes dart from Felix over to where you lay, your reaction giving everything away; The way you bury your face down in the sheets as a strangled and shy moan rips from your throat; The way your cheeks burn a crimson hue none of them had seen all night. Even your ears tint pink in embarrassment that your dirty little secret had been revealed.

Jeongin, finally sitting forward and reaching to cup your cheeks in one of his hands, tips your head to face him so you can't quite hide away from them no matter how much you want to. "Look at me," he demands, voice soft but firm with instruction. "Open." And the others watch as you obey so sweetly for your boyfriend, lips falling apart and jaw completely slack so he can spit right onto your tongue - your mouth closing so you can swallow it before whimpering out in need of more.

And Felix - well, he's in Heaven. He'd took his shot and won the bet, belt everyone else out of the water no matter how hard they tried to figure you out - and he'd done it just by standing back and watching. His chest swells with pride and excitement at the knowledge that now, he got to receive his prize; That being you for at long as he wanted - or as long as he could last, he supposed. There was no way he was giving you back up to Jeongin before he was milked dry. And what kind of a friend would he be if he didn't pump you full before he returned you to your rightful owner?

"Get out." His voice is low in his chest, demanding everyone else leave so he could have his time with you. He needed it more than anything at the moment - you two shared the exact same kink and he was sure now he'd put that knowledge to good use, maybe even treat you so well with it that you wouldn't want to go crawling back to your boyfriend. But more importantly, you needed it, too, what with the way you were still clenching around nothing and just begging for him to spit on your pretty pussy again.

As the others file out the bedroom door, Jeongin chuckles low in his throat and leans forward to give you a quick kiss before he departs. His thumb slides over your cheek, gentle and soft - soothing before the heated, lust-filled ache that was bound to come in the following hours. His lips were like Heaven - like home - as they pressed against yours in a promise that once Felix was done with you - done with his reward for winning the bet and getting to use you like a toy for as long as he wanted - he would return and greet you with a warm embrace to give you as much care as you needed. Not that he doubted Felix would treat you well. Jeongin took a moment to peek down at where your wrists were still bound together with Jisung's belt, moving a hand down to hook a finger around the leather to give a gentle tug. He smiled against your lips, thumb tugging at the lower as he slowly pulled away to whisper,

"I'm going to leave this here. Good luck, baby."

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[hyunbelievable]

You’re Jealous? Part 2

Summary: SMAU of different scenarios with the Stray Kids boys in which they are jealous 🫣

TW: slightly suggestive comment on Han’s (so mild it’s barely there), mention of being shot (in a joking manner), swearing

Disclaimer: the situation with Lee Know’s is actually something that happened to a friend of mine and since he’s her bias I figured I’d use that as his jealous moment

Includes: Changbin, Han and Lee Know

SS Count: 6 (two for each boy) 🥰

If you haven’t yet, you can read part one here:

As always, I hope you enjoy! If you have any ideas/requests in mind, dont be shy! I’d love to hear your ideas and bring them to life!! 🥰

[linoxpudding]

Tour Longings

summary: your boyfriend lee know and your texts while navigating long distance relationship

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

genre: fluff

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[lia-linny]

Your request are open so could you maybe write a Felix neighbor au? I think he has boy next door vibes.

-🍒 anon

summary: Felix moves in next door and you hit it off immediately due to your shared passion for baking.

genre: fluff, neighbor au

words: 2.4k

The cold was moving through the empty corridors of yn's apartment complex. Winter announced itself with icy temperatures, which were still not enough for snow, and bare trees. It was a lonely, characterized by winter depressions. People wrapped up alone in their sofa blankets and tried to compensate for their problems with cookies and cheesy Christmas movies. Like every year, yn was one of those people. Kevin Alone at Home was her go-to, but just as she was about to start the fourth rerun of her favorite chrismas movie with a slice of freshly baked apple pie, there was a knock at the door.

Groaning, she untangled herself from her pile of blankets and hurried to the door. When she opened it, a handsome young man stood in front of her in the run-down and definitely not heated hallway. however, his broad smile had a warm glow, like hot chocolate with marshmallows, which made up for the lack of heating and immediately captivated her.

"Hey, I'm Felix. It looks like I'm your new neighbor." He beamed at her as if he couldn't imagine anything better than living next door to her, even if yn would have lost a lot of enthusiasm in his place after seeing the cracked walls and broken radiators. That's why she admired him all the more for his positive disposition as he chatted away happily. He was obviously a real social butterfly.

"I moved here for my work. I'm actually from Sydney, but a well-known dance school made me an offer I couldn't refuse, so I traveled halfway around the world for a bit." He laughed, a laugh as warm and hearty as his charisma.

"I really like it here so far. Ah, before I forget! I brought you some brownies. They're my specialty and I thought a welcome gift would go down well with the neighbors. I don't want to make myself unpopular." He laughed again. As if this personification of kindness and joy could ever make himself unpopular, but she was happy to take brownies anyway. She doubted that he could match her own, baking was her specialty after all, but she had to give him a chance.

"Thank you very much for the brownies... don't worry, the people who live on this floor are all grumpy housewives or old businessmen anyway. They hate you with or without brownies... At least I found all my welcome muffins in the trash outside a day later." yn laughed as she looked at Felix's horrified face.

"How can one be so mean?" he asked indignantly. Yn shrugged her shoulders.

"They're all bitter and have to take it out on their fellow human beings I guess..."

"Well then, promise me that at least you'll actually try my brownies. It would be too bad if all of them were thrown away." Yn giggled as she took the plate of still-warm brownies and nodded in response to his request.

"Promise!" He smiled at her from ear to ear and shyly she waved goodbye to him for now, even though as she closed the door she had a feeling that she would see him again sooner than she thought.

~☆~

The warm light from the ceiling lamp, together with the dimmed moonlight, was the only thing that illuminated the small kitchen, which was in the midst of the usual chaos that night-time stress baking brings for yn. Bowls were piled up in the sink, cutlery, any other baking utensils and food such as leftover sugar or eggshells scattered across the worktop.

She carefully weighed the ingredients and mixed them in her bowl. A little sugar, then the butter, but when she added the flour, the scale showed far too low a number. She needed at least twice as much for the amount prescribed in the recipe. However, she had already used up the entire contents of her packet. Sighing, she looked around her kitchen. There was no way this little amout of flour would be enought for the cake she wanted to bake.

But as it was the middle of the night, she didn't really feel like going out into the unsafe streets of her town to look for flour in a Convince store. So she really only had one option. Wait until the next day began and then continue baking. Resigned, she washed her hands and was about to watch her favorite show on the couch for the thousandth time when she thought of another option.

So she hesitantly entered the long hallway that connected her apartment to the others on her floor in her cute dog slippers. Carefully, she headed for her new neighbor's door. Felix had brought her his tasty brownies. That had to mean that there was at least a chance that he had flour at home.

She knocked on his door, barely audibly, before her courage could leave her. At first nothing stirred behind the walls and as she was about to give up and shuffle back to her apartment, she heard footsteps and soft rustling behind the still closed door. She hurriedly ran her hands through her hair, regretting that she had decided to do this, when the door opened.

Felix stood in the doorway. His hair was disheveled and his eyes narrowed. His freckles were clearly visible in the dimmed light of the hallway lamp and played around his soft facial features. But then her gaze wandered a little further down, too far down, because she realized that his top was completely missing. He had obviously forgotten to put on a T-shirt.

Her cheeks burned and she jerked her gaze away, even though she couldn't deny that she would have loved to keep looking at his well-formed six-pack. She covered her eyes with her hand to shield her bright red face from him.

"Oh..." his voice sounded even deeper than during the day, but one could still hear the embarrassment in it.

"I'm incredibly sorry! Give me a second!" He disappeared again and returned shortly afterwards, this time wearing a loose hoodie that completely covered his well-trained upper body.

"Hey!" Despite his tired eyes, he stole a glance at her.

"Hi, um... I was wondering if you had any flour left... i started baking and well... of course i didn't realize until much too late that i didn't have enough flour." Embarrassed, she stuttered her explanation. She desperately tried to banish the image of his body in her mind. Her neighbor laughed and then nodded.

"Of course I've got flour, what do you think of me? After all, my famous brownies don't bake themselves!" She had to giggle at his feigned offense. It made her relax a little again. Yn waited while he disappeared into his apartment to fetch her flour. But when he brought a 10 kilo bag instead of a small package, she was amazed.

"What do you need so much flour for?" she asked in horror.

"Do you think baking is a joke for me?" Felix just laughed and heaved the sack towards her apartment. He carefully put the flour down in her kitchen.

"You can keep the rest. I've got about six of the sacks left." He had to chuckle when she gasped in astonishment. How could one person ever use so much flour?

"Don't ask, it was a housewarming gift from my friends. They thought they had to celebrate my move by making me bake more brownies for them." Felix laughed, obviously reveling in happy memories of his friends. Yn had to giggle too, as this action sounded all too much like something her own friends would do. Her best friend had once told her that she would kill for her cake and she had meant it.

"Thank you for the flour. Are you sure you don't want me to bring you back the rest?"

"No, it's all good. But I would really appreciate a slice of whatever it is you're making." Felix winked at her, which turned her stomach, and the tingling sensation that followed replaced the previously very dominant desire for something sweet. He waved goodbye and Felix had already disappeared from her apartment, but his presence could still be felt in her glowing cheeks and trembling fingers.

~☆~

In the weeks that followed, she saw Felix again and again. She didn't quite understand it yet, but he triggered strange feelings in her that she couldn't interpret. But one thing was certain: she felt drawn to him, wanted to crouch down next to him when he stroked a cat outside her apartment complex, take his hand when he brought her mail up or hug him when he praised her cake.

And obviously this feeling of attraction was mutual, because one day when yn came home from work stressed out, she found a plate of brownies and a card on her doorstep. Curious, she bent down to find a neatly handwritten note from her neighbor.

'Hi, hi, if you have another flour emergency or just want to text, here's my number.

p.s. I hope you like the brownies >3'

She stared perplexedly at the digits that added up to his number. Slowly she typed the them into her phone, double-checking each number. Then she typed a cautious 'hey'

~☆~

Y/n stood on the friendly doormat and knocked on the door diagonally opposite hers with her cake box in hand. She had actually baked a cake because her parents were coming over today, but a few minutes ago they had canceled at short notice and Y/n really didn't feel up to eating a whole cheesecake by herself. So she hoped that Felix would take some of her cake. After all, it wasn't unusual for the two of them to provide each other with homemade baked goods of any kind.

When the door opened, however, she was not greeted by Felix's friendly face but looked directly into the eyes of a young man with a mischievous grin. Yn noticed how round his cheeks were as he shouted over his shoulder:

"Guys! It's Felix's baking girl from next door and he wasn't exaggerating, she really does look like a goddess!" Pure chaos then broke out. Numerous voices could be heard from the apartment, shouting and screaming and, if yn wasn't mistaken, something must have fallen over and broken.

"Jisung! Leave her alone, stop that shit!" Felix could be heard shouting, but the man he was obviously talking to only turned to her and winked. She felt her cheeks grow hot as she watched Felix fight his way down the corridor to the door in record time. He pushed his friend into the apartment and closed the door behind him.

Relieved, he leaned against it, his eyes closed, and yet he felt yn's questioning gaze on him.

"sorry, i'm sooo sorry! My friends can be a bit much. Please tell me you don't hate me, because I could understand thst after Jisung." He looked at her absently and yn started snorting.

"That was fucking weird!" She laughed, which brought a lovesick look to Felix's face that she didn't seem to notice. He didn't know what it was, but he would do anything to see her smile. It sweetened his every day. Felix often heard that he was a ray of sunshine, but he had never seen such a radiance as when she laughed. It fascinated him like nothing else and suddenly he had an infinitely strong desire to hold her close to him. When she had wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes, she held up the cake expectantly.

"I baked a cake, but my visitor canceled. I just wanted to ask if you'd like a slice or two but it looks like you've got a whole horde of people in there so you might as well have the whole thing. " She held the cake out to him expectedly, but instead of taking it, he stared at her lips.

There was a change in the atmosphere, it was full of electricity and tension now. Suddenly she realized how little space there was between them and yet she wanted nothing more than to close the gap. Carefully, she took a step closer to him. Yn studied his face, his brown eyes, the position of his freckles and his rosy lips. Were they as soft as they looked?

There were only a few centimeters separating them. Slowly, as if he wanted to give her the opportunity to run away at any time, he approached her. Every millimeter he bridged made them both smile more. She used her free hand to claw at his top in a desperate attempt to somehow stop herself from floating away in happiness. When they finally pressed their lips together, grinning, it was like biting into a sugary cookie. Her dopamine level continued to rise along with her pulse. She felt his warm, soft lips on hers. They moved together, even if her happy grin made the task more difficult. Their breaths became one as they broke away and Felix smiled gently, resting his forehead on hers.

He felt like he could say this way forever but his plans were interupted as his apartment door, against which he was still leaning, suddenly opened behind him.

A small scream escaped him and he flew to the floor with a thud. His friends, who had opened the door, burst out laughing. Yn recognized Felix's friend jisung, who had also opened the door for her earlier. He rolled on the floor laughing, but when his eyes landed on the cake in her hand, his eyes grew huge.

"Is the cheesecake for us?" he asked between pleading and excitement. Yn laughed and nodded. With a happy smile, he took the cake from yn and whizzed back into Felix's apartment, a few of his friends followed him, others stayed behind with her and Felix, who had meanwhile managed to pull himself up from the floor.

"I'm off then." she said, a little embarrassed and avoided looking Felix directly in the eye, as she could already feel the temperature rising in her cheeks. She hastily turned around and fled to her own apartment, where she would spend the next few hours analyzing the situation with her best friend over the phone but before she closed the door her eyes met his and she shot him a loving grin. A promise that this was not the last kiss.

[cosmicalily]

"four letters (l-o-v-e)" - a minho oneshot by @cosmicalily

author's note: i may or may not write a part two for this (depending on if people like this one!) i've never really written a fic like this where there's zero romantic action/physical intimacy, but i kind of loved this whole soft, slow burn, and the idea that you can come up with your own ending for it (unless i end up writing one lmao). obviously, this fic is inspired by the 'youth' mv, bc i'm down WILDLY bad for 'youth' minho! also as i wrote in a little blab on my blog this will likely be my last post in my 'regular' writing schedule as it's my very last prewritten fic!! i'd been stockpiling them for days to keep me going but with school restarting (final year!) i know i'll most likely be too busy to write regularly. thank you for all the love over this summer (or winter!) xx i'll still be on here whenever inspiration strikes!

warnings: fights, blood, angst, difficulties at school, suspensions

The sunlight on the emerald coloured lawn was warm, melting through the semi-sheer clouds like honey. You stretched yourself out, torso propped up by your elbows, eyes squinted before eventually, you gave into the glare, closing them fully. You loved the spring sunshine; everything around you felt like it was saturated and glowing, and there was a freshness to the air that the other seasons didn’t carry. You felt a soft kick to your back and opened your eyes reluctantly, batting an arm aimlessly to return the blow.

“Were you asleep?” Seungmin asked, chuckling amusedly. Despite his smirk, he offered a hand to help you off the grass. Foolishly, you reached for it, and once you were about two-thirds above the ground, he let go, letting you fall back onto the lawn with a soft thump.

“You asshole,” you groaned, dusting off your plaid skirt. You pulled yourself to your own feet, stretching your back and slipping your arms into your blazer, giving Seungmin one last dirty look. He simply laughed at you, the way he always did, but you didn’t miss the quick once-over he gave you, checking to make sure he hadn’t really hurt you. 

It was just the way you communicated. He teased, you tolerated. And sometimes, if you were bothered, you retaliated.

You reached for your bike, about to set your backpack in the front basket, when suddenly Seungmin tapped you on the shoulder. Not in the irritating way to interrupt you when you were studying, but urgently. You turned your head, craning your neck, and your jaw dropped.

Seo Changbin and Lee Minho were fighting.

Not play fighting, the way you typically saw the two of them tussle around in the back of class. No, there was no laughter, no joking or nicknames. Seungmin pulled the two of you a little further behind the bicycle shelter, eyes wide in shock.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit,” Minho spat, blood trickling from his lip as he fought against Changbin’s headlock. “You knew that was my last chance. I needed that grade and you’ve gone and fucking screwed it.”

Changbin scoffed, wincing a little at the scratches Minho’s nails left on his forearms. “You’re the one who doesn’t give a shit about school. Why do you suddenly care, huh? It’s just a stupid assignment.”

“They’re gonna kick me out if I fail another,” Minho hissed. “You knew that, but you still had to fuck around and ruin everything for me.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered to Seungmin.

Not quietly enough, apparently.

Minho’s head turned, sharp eyes immediately spotting the two of you. Your heartbeat quickened, and Seungmin mumbled curses under his mouth as Minho quickly pulled himself from Changbin. He gave the latter a quick shove, then pointed in the direction of the bike shed.

“Fuck,” Seungmin murmured.

“What are you looking at?” Changbin shouted, expression hostile.

“Let’s go,” you urged, and the two of you hopped on your bikes, making a hasty exit. 

When you turned your head back, Changbin was nowhere to be seen. Minho, however, sat on the lawn, bloody face in his hands. 

He looked so much smaller, so vulnerable. 

Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned your bike against a fence and ran back to the school grounds, Seungmin shouting your name from behind you.

But Minho was gone now, too.

Seungmin panted beside you, cursing at your stupidity for running back. 

Blood now streaked the grass where you’d been sitting earlier.

“Ms. Park and I have been thoroughly debating exactly what to do with you two, Lee Minho,” Mr. Shin sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. “Because clearly, the past consequences we’ve inflicted have had minimal, if any, impact.”

Minho’s eyes brightened. “Another suspension?” He asked eagerly.

“Absolutely not,” Mr. Shin shook his head. “Especially when your attendance is already as bad as it is, and considering the fact that the past seven suspensions we’ve assigned you have only seemed to make matters worse. No, we’ve had to get creative.”

Minho rolled his eyes and yawned, but his heart beat a little quicker. Usually, this conversation would be done in two minutes; it was a script he’d repeated many times. Several apologies, each a little more dramatic than the previous one, then a two-day suspension. Then, Minho would be out of the room, collecting his bag, and could do whatever he pleased. It was like a routine.

‘Creative’, though? He did not like the sound of that.

“We have decided that perhaps individualised punishments are not effective,” Mr. Shin continued. “So we have constructed somewhat of a community service plan for you to complete.”

“What, like picking up rubbish?”

“What, Mr. Shin,” he groaned. “Have some courtesy, please. And no, something different. It will be collaborative, but also educational. Changbin will be doing the same; Seungmin will be assisting him in instructing the children’s baseball team. And, in your favour, we have taken into account your dislike towards physical exercise. However, you’ll still be responsible for a group of people, which will hopefully teach you leadership and empathy. Obviously, we were cautious of assigning you this role alone, so we have recruited some support.” Mr. Shin stood up from his desk and opened his office door.

“Hi Minho,” you said gently.

“Hi, Y/N,” he mumbled.

You pulled out a sheet of paper covered in squares and numbers, sliding it across the desk to him. 

And the smile Lee Minho offered you, small but certain, as he stared down at the piece of paper was nothing short of genuine. In that moment, he seemed different. 

You saw the same vulnerability you’d seen the day before.

“Have you ever played bingo?”

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[lvnacore]

Want you so bad

- Separate stray kids x fem idol reader | Hyung line maknae line coming soon (I got sick so I don’t have motivation at the moment. Also sorry that it’s short😔)

-`♡´- In which your group has a comeback on you and your boyfriend’s anniversary. The title song is a song you wrote and produced for him as an anniversary gift.

Warnings?: just fluff and hyunjin being a drama queen lol

BANG CHAN “you stole my heart, I need your love”

When he finds out, he's literally all smiles and giggles

Let's pretend he still does chan’s room. He'll literally play the song every time he's live saying that it's his favorite song

Everytime he's feeling insecure about himself or stressed he'll play the demo version of the song (the one with only your voice). It makes him feel better at night

If you are promoting at the same time, he makes sure he watches ur performance on the tv in their waiting room. Always smiling when you appear on screen

Will literally not shut up about it. He’s a very proud boyfriend

He plans on doing the same next year. Already having a folder full of songs about you in his laptop

“Baby this is the best gift I could ask for. Thank you so much”

MINHO “Gotta get my love tattoed over your heart”

When he found out he couldn’t help but smile like a little kid

Makes sure to watch the music video with his cats

“Soonie, Doongie, Dori isn’t your mom such a cutie”

I am a firm believer that he will learn the full choreography so you guys can dance to it together. Maybe even create a different choreography just for the two of you

Will listen to it everyday before practice, rehearsal, and preforming. It gives him motivation

If you are performing the song at an award show and stray kids are there, he tries to keep his serious face on, but when your part comes on he can’t help but smile. (stays definitely caught it on camera)

“Your that in love with me huh?” He would say this with the smuggest face

CHANGBIN “Keep me by your side and I’ll never go away”

You already know he’s gonna ask to do the dance challenge with you

The happiest boyfriend in the world

When he goes to the gym he’ll listen to it on repeat

Like Chan, he has a whole folder of songs about you on his laptop that he plans to gift you later in the future

When you guys are alone away from the public view, he will literally not let you go. Gives you his famous hugs and thanks you for the song, saying how much he loves it and how much he loves you

He makes sure to watch all the music show performances and sends you messages of how well you did and how pretty you look

“Thank you baby, and I love the song so much, and I love you”

HYUNJIN “I know you'll treat me like a baby but I don’t mind. I'll be your baby”

Omg don’t get me started. When he finds out he’s so dramatic about it

Literally crying while watching the music video, commenting about how beautiful you look and how proud he is

He’ll give you so much kisses it’s insane

If your relationship is public he will spam all about it on bubble to the point where stays tease him about it

Like Minho, he’ll learn the choreography so he can dance with you

I feel like he’ll try to go watch your performances live in person when he has a free schedule. Cheering you on back stage on the sidelines

When he’s painting he’ll put the song in the background to give him inspiration when you’re not there with him

“Angel this is the best gift ever, I can finally die happy now”

[bouquet-of-flow3rs]

Blood Lust

Chapter II

!pairings: Vampire!Ot8!Straykids x Reader

Genre: Supernatural AU, Angst, fluff, gore, MDNI!

!TW!: violence, mentions of SA, stalking (sort of), mentions of murder, death, lots of gore, blood, torture, BDSM mentions, consumption of blood, strangulation marks, MDNI. [Please let me know if I missed anything!]

[A/n: Sorry I haven't posted recently I was in an accident a few months back and I've been trying to focus on my mental health but I'm back and will hopefully post more soon I have some WIPS but yeah!]

“We can help you if you’d like. We can kill Park Sungwoo.”

The men in front of you say their voices holding no emotion as their eyes gaze into your soul. “You,” You breathe out, “Can do that?” Your voice is shaking and unstable, but your eyes are shiny as if you were a child who just woke up on Christmas.

“If that’s what you’d like.” One of them shrugs, but you turn your head downwards and stare at the rubber playground floor, “N-no I was just joking, that was a joke, I don’t want that.” You say, tightly clenching your fists,  “But if we did do it, if we did kill him for you, it would make things easier for you, no?” One of the figures says you can feel their intense gaze on your shaking form, making you uncomfortable.

“We only want to help you.”

The man behind you speaks into your ear again making you shiver at the heat from his breath contrasting the cold winds that blow past all of you. “But why..?” You turn your head to gaze at the man with dead eyes. Even though you are so close to him you can’t see his face. There is a large shadow that covers the top half of his face exposing only his lips and chin, but you can still see small peeks of freckles dotting his pale skin.

“You clearly need help, if you don’t want us to kill the man we could help you escape. Would you prefer that?” One of the figures speaks up, It’s hard to tell who of the eight men in front of you is speaking seeing as they are all shrouded in the night's darkness. 

“He won’t let me leave, there’s nothing you can do about it.” You whimper, eyes starting to gloss over again as you choke back tears, “I shouldn’t even be out right now I- if he finds me not at the house then-” You’re cut off by the man behind you pressing his body against yours and wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a back hug. “Don’t worry about that, just let us take care of it.” He whispers into your ear.

You freeze at his touch, your breath hitching, “Yeah right, even if you did help me run away or kill him I’d still owe something to you, wouldn’t I?” You breathe out whimpering as tears splatter onto the ground, the man behind you chuckles, “Well you aren’t wrong we do want something from you in exchange.” You crane your neck up to try and look at him, “What would you want from me?” You ask, “All you’d have to do in return is let us drink your blood.” He states casually, your face quickly turns to one of shock and disgust, quickly pulling away from him and spinning around to face him, “Are you all some sort of cult?” You ask in an uneasy voice wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort more so than protection.

The man from behind you takes short strides towards you, “I guess in a way it is something like that.” He hums, leaning down to take your hand in his, “But that’s not the case.” He smirks as he comes into the dim lighting of a nearby streetlamp,

He has pale skin dotted with constellations of freckles, shoulder-length blonde hair that shines even under poor lighting, and his eyes are a soft pink which puzzles you because that shouldn’t be possible. Still, even with his unique eye color, his looks are incredible, he has fairy-like features and he’s rather petite, he brings your finger up to his lips parting them. He drags your finger over his canines,  “Why don’t you use that pretty-little head of yours to think of something a bit more outside the box.” He smirks, “You uh- cosplay?” You ask dumbly, making the man laugh and shake his head, “Use that imagination of yours.” he smiles showing off his sharp, pointed teeth, “You’re… Vampires…?” Your question, your face scrunched up in confusion at having to rack your brain for even the most outrageous possibilities.

“Bingo, you caught us.”

You laugh in disbelief pulling your hand away from him “Yeah right, and I'm the Easter Bunny.” You mock in a sudden moment of bravery. The blond man pouts, his brows furrowing at your response, “He’s telling the truth.” Another one speaks up. “Alright prove it then.” You challenge them, you figure the worst they can do to you would be nothing compared to the ‘punishment’ you'd receive from Sungwoo if you were caught outside of the house without his permission.

The blond perks up at your challenge, “alright, sure” he accepts before pointing over to a closed shop across the street from the playground, you look at him expectantly and in the blink of an eye he's somehow managed to appear across the street before suddenly reappearing in front of you.

You freeze, ‘there's no way there has to be an explanation to how he made it there and back so fast’ You think to yourself, you feel frozen in place like a bucket of ice was dropped over you, your eyes are wide and your breathing becomes uneven, the man takes a step closer to you forcing you to take small steps away from him ‘Think [Y/n] how can you get away from these men… How can you stay safe?”

 “Don’t be scared, we won’t hurt you.”

Another one of the men steps forward from the shadows and into the dim lighting, this man is taller than the blond with a lean build, smooth milky-white skin, with deep ruby red eyes so dark they could almost be mistaken for black, and unlike the blond his hair is a jet black quite the contrast to his friend but they are similar lengths. He radiates an elegant aura and is very poised and confident as he approaches. He smirks at the frightened look on your face and your frozen stiff body. You gulp as you watch him make his approach toward you “So do you believe us now?” He smirks 

‘If they are really vampires, why bother helping me…’ you think to yourself “You said you'd help me, so long as I let you drink my blood right?” You question, and they nod at you, “Then why bother with me when you could drink anybody else's blood for free,  what's special about me?” You follow up your previous question, “Simple,” 

the blond speaks up.

He takes long strides towards you, before leaning down and taking your small hand in his larger one, his fingers delicately holding your hand dragging it up to his face, you can feel his smooth skin graze your fingertips as he slowly moves your hand trailing up from his throat to his face. You shiver as your wrist makes contact with the point of his nose, feeling his warm breath tickling the skin of your wrist, your breath hitching as a moan leaves his parted lips, you can see his eyes roll back his long lashes fluttering as his eyelids close and his knees buckle before he finally finished his answer.

“You smell unlike anything we've ever encountered before ”

You can hear your heart beating through your ears as your face involuntarily flushes as his reaction. You finally clear your head to think straight about their offer ‘a group of vampires who can kill Sungwoo for me… As long as they can drink my blood.” You shakily take in a shallow breath of air, ‘How is this even possible, unless, no they have to be lying there's no way.’ 

“So what do you think?” One of the figures speaks up, and you flinch, ‘There’s no way this is real, I must’ve been knocked out by Sungwoo..’ you mentally shake your head in disbelief.

In reality, you stare at the floor with no emotions on your face like an empty book. “You do have someone you want us to kill, no?” The voice speaks again, and you can sense his intense gaze on you as you contemplate the idea.

Your lips part before snapping shut, you swallow a thick glob of spit and clench your free hand. ‘Maybe they really can help me..’ You raise your gaze from off the rubber flooring of the playground and stare at all the men in front of you, you have a determined look, scrunched-up eyebrows, and a cute pout on your face.

“All I’d have to do is let you drink my blood?”

You whisper towards the men, “And after you do,” You swallow again out of nervousness, “You’ll kill Park Sungwoo for me?” you ask, your eyes are now glossy with fresh unshed tears but the serious look on your face has yet to disappear. ‘It doesn’t matter what they are, as long as they keep their word and help me.’ You decide.

You remove your hand from the blond's hold, his fingers gripping down on your hand before finally releasing you, you inhale quickly closing your eyes, and hold your hand out to the remaining six men within the shadows. You can hear a few of them chuckle before they make their way out from the dark and into the poor lighting of the street lamp.

They are all handsome, each with unique features. The one who steps up to take your hand is a well-built man with dark-black curly hair that is short compared to the other two you've met thus far, he has heavy eyes that are a dark shade of blue, and a wide nose that you find all too attractive, he too has rather light skin but he is just a hint tanner than the other two you’ve seen.

“So all we’ll have to do is kill this man for you and in return, you’ll give us your blood, that all sound correct to you?” He asks, his cold hand intertwined with yours in a formal handshake, “Yes.” You state determination laced in your unsteady voice.

The man smirks before he brings your hand up to his plush lips like the blond had done earlier, but instead of swiping your finger over his teeth, he brings it between his upper and lower teeth before biting down, puncturing a small hole into your finger, “Ah~” you groan out, It hurts a little but it also feels strange. You think to yourself as he begins to swirl his tongue over the new cut on your finger collecting the small drops of blood before he takes your finger deeper into his mouth and moans at the taste of your unique blood. 

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The reason Chan and his coven had even approached you on this chilly night was ‘cause they had smelt your sweet blood and had to know where the erotic smell was coming from, and that’s when they had found you, sitting on the swings all alone late at night, clearly roughed up. 

They could smell your blood and how much of it was seeping from your smooth skin, and even worse than being able to smell the bloody state you are in they could very clearly see the print of large hands wrapped around your neck formed in a dark reddish-blue color along with some smaller bruises surrounding it that looked much like hickeys. They could tell something had happened.

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Chan is busy sucking on your finger eyes half closed as they roll back, he slowly removes it from his mouth with a wet pop, a string of his saliva connecting the two of you, he has an erotic expression painted on his face as he savors the last remnants of your blood left on his tongue and again moans at the sweet taste. 

Your face is flushed at the scene that just took place, you quickly hold your hand close to your chest, “W-what was that about?” You squeak out.

Looking down at the cut you notice it's gone “Wait, what happened to the cut?” You ask, still staring at your finger in amazement, He chuckles, grabbing ahold of your hand  and swiping his wet, soft tongue over where the cut was, “Well, our saliva has healing properties so our prey doesn't bleed out on us.” He says leaving one last swipe of his tongue to your finger. “Woah, But seriously what was that about?” You pull your hand away once more.

“Well, you did say we could have your blood.” The blond shrugs his shoulders, one of the men who has adorable chubby cheeks and reminds you of a squirrel whines, “Hyung that's no fair I wan’ some of her sweet-smelling blood too.” He pouts, but you quickly shake your head and take a few small steps away from the men ‘Can they even be called men?’ you wonder to yourself but shake away the thought.

“Nobody else gets to until after you kill Sungwoo for me.” You madly blush, your finger feels tingly and hot, almost a numb feeling, and when you look down at it the small puncture is nowhere to be seen, you're positive he poked a hole there but looking at it now it's not there, it's so strange to think his spit really made it disappear as if it never even happened.

The squirrel-like man pouts even more at your words and grumbles under his breath but accepts it, he too is pretty with black hair as well but he is more of a jet-black with a hint of blue as an undertone that reaches the back of his neck in length his eyes are a unique burgundy brown color which is mesmerizing to you.

“Well since we’ll be helping each other I think we should get to know each other.” The man who shook your hand earlier speaks up clapping his hands together, “Okay,” you nod, “I’m [L/n] [Y/n].” You introduce yourself albeit a bit warily, “I’m Chan.” He introduces himself and you bow your head toward him. A lean man, with very dark purple hair, speaks up next “I’m Minho.” He introduces curtly bowing his head to you but even as he does so you can feel his sharp gaze on you, his eyes match his hair with their purple hue. 

Another strong-looking buff man with black hair and teal streaks speaks up “I’m Changbin.” He says to you with a small smile on his face, “I’m Jisung.” The man who was pouting earlier smiles at you and you return it, a man with puppy-like eyes approaches you “Hi [Y/n] I’m Seungmin.” He too introduces and the last boy approaches you, he has long black hair with streaks of platinum-blond at the front which sort of reminds you of an Oreo.

 “I’m Jeongin.” He too smiles at you. “The two you met earlier were Hyunjin and Felix.” The blond one who you assume is Felix waves and smiles at you with his fairy features, and Hyunjin smirks at you making you blush ever so slightly, “It’s nice to meet you all.” You say bowing to the eight men. 

“Well then [Y/n], how would you like us to help you with Sungwoo?”

Chan asks a sadistic grin on his face that makes you shiver at the sight. His grin reminds you of the face Sungwoo makes at you and it sends you into a small panic but you quickly try to compose yourself.

 “I’m not sure.” You answer with a frown on your face, Chan hums and takes steps toward you “Would you like for us to decide then?” He asks, leaning close to you and tilting his head.

You look down at the floor away from the proximity of the two of you and slowly nod your head, “Alright then.” He smiles before turning around and facing his men, “We’ll be in charge of disposing of the pest bothering [Y/n] So,” He claps his hands together again, 

“Let's get going.” He says a dark twisted smile appearing on his face.

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Sungwoo wakes up to the sound of pattering feet in the apartment, he groans and reaches over to his bedside table and grabs his phone checking the time to see it’s merely 5:30 in the morning, “God dammit [Y/n]..” He exhales before stretching in his bed and getting up.

He makes his way out of his room and down the hallway to the kitchen which he finds is empty, but before he makes his way to continue his search for you he notices that your shoes are missing from their usual spot. He goes to open the door but before he can he hears a clatter of noise coming from down the hall.

He makes his way down the hallway and to your room at the end of the narrow hall, taking notice that the door is ever so slightly ajar, and peeks in only to see you sitting on your unmade bed. 

He shifts his eyes around the room but sees nothing out of the ordinary, no packed bags or anything you could have done to make so much noise so he decides to push his way into your room.

“[Y/n] There you are, I thought you had run away for a minute there.” He laughs, a fake soothing smile plastered on his face that makes you feel sick to your stomach.

You sit there watching him approach you with a dead look on your face, you give off no emotions and simply sit there “Park Sungwoo.” You whisper. His grin widens as he hears you whisper his name, “That’s me,” He grins wickedly, “I heard some loud sounds coming from your room care to explain, hm?” He asks, trying to act cute and less intimidating. Truthfully he’s hoping to use you again, you certainly seem pliant enough for him to do something to you now.

God he can't help but think of you all tied up,  rope tied around your body all pliant and waiting for him, you'd look so cute with a black blindfold over your eyes, calling out to him as he watches you wiggle in your confinements.

“I’m sorry for what I did last night but you needed to be reminded of who you belong to.” He says in a mock apology.

“You know how much I hate punishing you but since you did such a good job taking it last night why don’t I give you a treat, yea?” He asks, pouting his lips at you and pretending to coo at you.

As he takes another step toward you he finds himself staring up at you from off the ground, finding he can’t move. 

“What the hell! [Y/n] What’s going on?” He yells at you, but you only continue to sit there on the bed staring down at him, “I wouldn’t worry about her right now mate.” A voice calls out.

Sungwoo can feel the floor thump beneath him, a set of footsteps walking over to where he’s sprawled out on the floor.

He looks up and sees a man staring down at him, his face void of any emotion except for an icy glare. The man above him sneers, “I can’t believe something as pitiful as you was being such a pest to poor [Y/n], You don’t deserve to even look at her.” 

“Who the hell are you?” Sungwoo shouts, twisting his body every which way to try and wiggle free of whatever was holding him down. “Ew, you’re right hyung, whatever this vermin is it’s disgusting.” Jisung appears beside Chan and scrunches his face into a disgusted sneer at Sungwoo.

“Why the hell are you all in my house, [Y/n] did you let them in? Fucking bitch!” Sungwoo angrily spits out, turning his fury to you.

A scream is ripped out of Sungwoo as he feels his limbs twist in ways that shouldn’t be humanly possible. He can hear the sounds of cracking and popping as his limbs move on their own, breaking his bones.

He shifts his eyes to look up and sees eight pairs of eyes staring down at him each with a matching sadistic grin to go with them.  

Sungwoo turns his gaze to you with a pleading look on his face “[Y/n], please help me!” He begs hot tears streaming down his cheeks “I said help me you fucking slut!” He yells his face red with rage when you don't immediately move to help him. Your hands twitch and you have to hold yourself back from wanting to help your abuser because even with the help of these eight strange men you're worried he'll manage to get his hands on you and try to drag you down with him.

“Did she sleep with you guys? Is that it, she's convinced you to get rid of me with that cunt of hers.” He scoffs trying his hardest to provoke these men.

You sit there staring down at the man who has tortured you for years begging for you to help him escape the pain when you've experienced a feeling similar to this for years.

“Please, please! I don't know what I did, but stop, I'm begging you!” Sungwoo wails at the burning feeling of his limbs twisting. His words and actions doing complete 180’s trying different tactics to be set free.

Chan stares down at the squirming man at his feet, he takes a step forward and steps on his fingers using the full weight of his body, he can hear them crunch and crack under his leather boot.

“Such filthy hands,” Chan wrinkles his nose at the wailing man, “Chan just get it over with,” Minho rolls his eyes as he takes a step closer to him, Chan looks around to see the others agreeing with him, “come on hyung~ Hurry up I don't know how much longer I can hold off.” Jisung whines walking over and sitting next to you 

“Ha! Please, even in death you'll never get rid of me [Y/n], No matter what happens you'll be stuck with me!” Sungwoo screams at you as Chan crouches down and runs his long, sharp black-painted nails across Subgwoo’s neck.

He gags at the feeling of Shape nails cutting through his skin, feeling the hot crimson blood drip from his sliced neck, and gurgling on it when it spills into his mouth. His eyes roll to look at you, blood slipping through his parted lips.

Your breath and heartbeat speed up as you catch his gaze, you feel sick as you watch a twisted grin smear onto his face, his eyes turning to crescents and his once-white teeth stained red. The eight men back away from him as he takes shallow breaths finally releasing him from the invisible restraints.

You can't see anything other than the lifeless body of Sungwoo, his last words ringing through your ears, your bloodied and scabbed back throbbing with a scorching heat like you can still feel the dull knife carving his name into you.

You stare as Chan slits his wrist with his nails nice and deep letting his blood drip onto Sungwoo's body, you watch as the others follow his lead and do the same thing letting their blood spill into his lifeless body, “What are you doing?” Your hoarse voice questions them, a few turn their heads to look at you before Minho speaks up, “Well, Vampires burn in the sun, and so does our blood.” He shrugs as if it were common sense, “So when the sun rises you'll open the blinds and he'll burn up?” you question back, “Smart girl.” He chuckles, his smooth voice sending shivers up your spine.

“Alright, now all we have to do is wait.” Chan says, you don't pay much attention to the words he speaks instead focusing on the wound on his wrist closing up as if nothing ever happened. Chan follows your gaze and looks down at his now wound-less arm, there's still small drops of blood pooling around his veins but the cut that once was there is nowhere to be seen.

“Ah, yeah, we can hurt ourselves all we want but there are specific conditions that need to be met if we were ever to die.” Hyunjin shrugs watching the small looks between you and Chan before looking down at his own healed wrist.

You're not sure how to respond so you hum and watch as he pulls a handkerchief from a pocket and wipes the dried blood from his arm before handing it around for the others to use, “So~ can I have some of your blood now?” Jisung bounces onto the bed springing you up and pulling a gasp from you, you fall back in the bed and he lays back next to you resting his head on his palm, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Oh uhm, now?” You ask your eyes flitting away from the pouting man, “mhm!” He nods a wide smile curving his lips, you sit up just enough to see Sungwoo’s body, his head still turned to face you, his soulless eyes staring blankly at you, “C- can we wait,” you choke, “I just- Not yet.” you whisper out, he watches your face twist into sad and fearful mix making his eyebrows furrow.

He grunts before sitting up and looking to see what you're looking at, noticing it's Sungwoo he stands up and makes his way to the body on the floor, stepping so close that the blood that's pooled on the ground splashes when he steps in it, his face scrunches up at the sight of his shoes stained with red, but he ignores for the moment crouching down and turning Sungwoo's cold and stiff head away from your direction before standing back up and giving the body a good kick and making his way back to you.

The others watch the interaction between the two of you and of course, the bastard that Jisung kicked in amusement, Chan directing an adoring smile towards Jisung.

Ji makes his way back to you and once more flopping onto the bed making the mattress bounce under his weight sending a smile your way, “How ‘bout now?” He asks, you let out an amused breath at his sweet act, “Ji don't push her.” Changing scolds, Jisung pouts at his words “I'm not,” he whips his head towards you, “am I?” He asks his brows creased in concern, his big doe eyes sparkling at you.

You're not sure how to respond, yes he's being pushy but the look he's giving you makes you want to let him have anything he could ever want, but you've long since learned that looks can be deceiving, back in high school you thought Sungwoo was an angel and to be fair he never gave you a reason to believe otherwise until after your confession when he swept you away and forced you to stay away from the rest of the world, constantly monitoring who you talked to and where you went, “Well.” you start but pause, still unsure, you look down and stare at your fiddling hands, “You can say no to him “ Someone speaks, shocking you out of your thoughts, “Oh uhm.” “Don't worry about saying no, even if we have a deal if you don't feel comfortable with him doing it right now say no.” Minho states firmly his cat-like eyes boring into your wide ones.

“I’m sorry.” You breathe out clenching your hands worried they'll be mad at you or even hurt you for not wanting to let him drink from you just yet, you know they said that their saliva could heal whatever they inflict on you but your brain just can't help but think that if you say no they'll hurt you.

You're once again pulled out of your thoughts this time by someone taking your hands into theirs, you notice you left small crescent shapes cuts on your hands from your nails, Felix quickly lifts your hands to his mouth leaving small licks to the cuts making them disappear, “look the sun's out.” Seungmin points out walking over and opening the blinds to let the sunlight in, you watch as the light slowly crawls up the floors, all the boys avoiding it as it makes its way past them to Sungwoo.

You watch as his body begins to smoke, letting out a soft smile you can't help but feel happy it's over, watching his body go up in small flames, “We should go before people start waking up or before it gets too bright out.” Chan says, walking over to the exit of your room, the others following his lead, Jisung hopping up from the bed and turning to you offering his hand.

“Come with us.”

He smiles, and you look over to the others seeing them smile at you and nod, you hesitate before placing your hand in his cold one, he lifts you off the bed and ushers you to the exit with the others.

You watch as they make jokes together and talk walking behind all of them, you pause halfway through the hallway looking over your shoulder for one last look at Sungwoo, you shiver at his body his head turned to face where you stand in the hallway his body still smoking and ashes flying in the air of the sunlit room, you finally feel free of the shackles he forced onto you. 

Sighing in relief that you will no longer be a prisoner to him, you walk away no longer worried about your future.

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𝓬𝓪𝓯é 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱

felix x gn! reader

summary: Every morning, they both grab coffee at the same café. One day, the line is longer than usual, and a conversation sparks over their shared impatience. Turns out, they’ve been each other’s “coffee shop crush” for weeks but never dared to speak up until now.

genre: fluff romance

warnings: none

word count: 661

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In the dimly lit café, Felix stood in line, his eyes casually scanning the familiar faces. He hadn’t noticed until now that the same captivating person had been catching his attention for weeks. The way they smiled at the barista while ordering his coffee was simply adorable.

As fate would have it, today was the day of an unusually long line, and Felix found himself standing right behind them. He was dying to start a conversation.

After a few moments of silence, Felix mustered up the courage to speak. “I guess everyone needed their caffeine fix this morning,” he said with a lighthearted tone. “It seems like we’re all in the same boat of needing that extra boost.”

you turned around, revealing a warm smile that made Felix’s heart skip a beat. “Absolutely! I can’t start my day without a good cup of coffee,” you replied.

The words flowed effortlessly as you both stood in line, sharing stories and laughter. Felix couldn’t help but feel a connection growing between the two of you. The chemistry was undeniable, and the way you talked about your passions made his heart race.

As the barista called out the orders, they both reached for their cups at the same time, resulting in an awkward but endearing touch. Felix turned red but chuckled nervously

As the conversation came to a brief pause, Felix took a deep breath and gathered his courage.

“So, ,” he began, “I hope this isn’t too forward, but I’ve been seeing you here every morning, and well…. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab a coffee with me sometime… Not just in line, I mean, on a date."

Felix’s heart raced as he awaited response, hoping he hadn’t misread the signs.

A wide smile spread across your face as you responded, feeling the same fluttering in your chest. “I’d love that, Felix,” you said, a hint of excitement in your voice. “I’ve had my eye on you too, and today was the perfect chance to talk to you.”

Felix felt an overwhelming sense of joy, knowing that this serendipitous moment had led to something more. The two of you continued to chat, making plans for your upcoming coffee date and eagerly exchanging phone numbers.

A few days later, you both met up at the same café. Over warm cups of coffee, Felix and you sat across from each other in a cozy corner booth. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, and gentle teasing.

As the sun began to set, you decided to take a stroll through the nearby park, basking in the golden rays. Your hands brushed together, igniting sparks of desire. With each step, the closeness between the two of you grew, and soon, you couldn’t resist the magnetic pull any longer.

You reached out, twining your fingers with Felix’s. His warm hand enveloped yours, sending shivers down your spine. As you continued walking, your steps slowed, eventually stopping in a quiet spot beneath a grand oak tree.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves above you as you turned to face each other. With a smile, Felix leaned in, his eyes locked onto yours. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

His touch was soft, causing your heart to race. The atmosphere crackled with desire, and neither of you could resist the pull any longer. With a shared breath, you closed the distance between your lips, capturing each other in a tender kiss. Your bodies pressed together as the world around you faded into insignificance.

Lost in the moment, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate by the second. Your bodies molded together, seeking closeness and warmth in each other’s arms.

As you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you both burst into laughter, realizing the incredible chemistry that had ignited between you. The walk home was filled with stolen glances and secretive touches, both of you eager to explore this newfound connection further.

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[lv-iceprince]

follow the sun

a/n~ i wanted the girlies to eat up with this one, also danke danke @strawberryscentedd for the idea! i may not be able to give you white truffle extract and caviar with gold flakes with a side of sparkling cider but i can give you this.... and my heart😘

wc~ 1240

Felix's small hands curled into yours, his hands had only ever felt the ivory and lacquer in his father's office..... and apparently he had forgotten how to use his ears. "Felix, you're too handsome." The man who sat next to you tilted his head in boredom, the way his hair fell proved your point. "I'm just saying when people run away they almost always change their appearance. "And I'm just saying you're jealous". Felix grips your hips and pulls you towards him, allowing his chin to rest on your shoulder. His saccharine words were uttered in a deep hum. "We're in this together y/n".

Felix cleared his throat, ignoring the memories of all the times he watched from afar as you walked around your family flower shop, the moments where he wanted nothing more than to be known to you.

Both of you now sat crossed legged on a grassy hill trying to figure out a way for him to walk in peacefully and leave in the same way. It wasn't every day the son of one of the richest men in the country ran away at the age of twenty-four to pursue the love of his life.

You saw it at the corner of your eye and you edged away, "Felix no." Felix jabbed his fingers into your side with a little squeal before bouncing to his feet and running down the hill.

Rubbing your sides you made your way down the hill, albeit much slower than his large strides. "Get back here!".

Felix couldn't remember living a life before you, however, you remembered the loneliness of a little girl picking flowers in this exact spot, hoping that someone would find her and truly see her.

You lean against the closest tree, surely he didn't go that far. Closing your eyes you rest your head back, despite hearing the sound of footsteps you remain still, your eyes still refusing to open. When they flutter open he's there, his arms on either side of you. Felix's lips met yours in a warm kiss.

"Follow me."

Felix pulls away, motioning for you to follow him. You manage to catch up to him, as you do so he pulls you into his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. "I bumped into some kids, said there's a good swimming spot up here." He turns to you with a bright smile "Shall we?". What would have been words of love were laced in mischief.

Felix took the lead despite him being completely hopeless, but you let him lead, you let the branches of the surrounding trees thwack him lightly in the face, promising him kisses in return for his brave sacrifice. But for the time being whenever something scraped up against him you would trace circles on the reddish-brown sun on his palm.

The swimming spot in question was supposed to be a small lake, in reality it was more of a clear pond, adorned with lotus flowers that sat atop the water. You were awestruck, but despite what was in front of you the word effortlessly slipped out of your mouth. "You're beautiful." Felix cocked his head to side like a confused puppy, the context was lost on him and it sent him spiralling into a fit of endearing awkwardness. Choking on what seemed to be nothing, he held his hand up, all he needed was one minute. You were about to help him, but the urge to love and cherish him was immediately out of the question when he removed his shirt.

In that moment the world stopped spinning, you weren't even sure you could feel the light breeze anymore. Having him as your boyfriend did nothing to quell the nerves you had, despite knowing him for what felt like forever his bare body still made you blush.

"I know" He said it in a deep hum which revealed everything. He was doing this on purpose. "Oh yeah, right I guess I should stop saying that then." Felix laughs at your words and starts unbuttoning his jeans, making a specific effort to stand in a way that allowed the shards of sunlight that were streaming through the treetops to highlight his fine curves and muscles. "Felix, real talk though. I still don't know what to do with you, like right now I don't feel like my eyes even know how to comprehend you." Felix paused, his jeans were unbuttoned but that was irrelevant, he approached you reaching for a strand of hair and tucking it behind your ear.

"I know what you can do" His gaze flickers between your eyes and the hem of your shirt. He was always so gentle, it was in the way he looked at you, like you were the answer to all of his questions. Yet he was the one asking you if this was okay. Felix tapped your arm motioning for you to lift your arms as he removed your shirt. It wasn't until you were about to slip out of your flowy skirt that a harsh blush greeted Felix's freckled face. "So we're doing this." "Felix." "No I'm fine with it it's just, I could quickly run into town and buy swimsuits."

Giggling you bring him in for a hug, your arms draping around his upper back. "I've never seen you this shy, and you've seen me naked!" He rolls his eyes "Yeah but... you're right we're just two people swimming in their underwear no big deal." The moment he melted into your touch you helped him remove his jeans, covering his shaky hands with your own.

What Felix anticipated never came into fruition, yeah you laughed at him but it was laced with love. You had captured his focus so much that he willingly followed you into the water, you were guiding him like you were the fairy of this crystalline pool.

Leaving the grassy edge you made it to the middle, Felix noticed you gently pushing the lotus flowers aside to make way for the two of you. In your lifetime you had only touched flowers and Felix with that type of care, like you were scared of bruising them. His hands caressed your face as his forehead met yours, you tried to kiss him but he leaned away his body leaving yours.

It felt a bit childish but when he leaned away you felt a rush of shaky and intense emotions, you wanted to hold him close and never let go. You wanted to tell him that as a little girl you used to swim in this exact spot wishing for someone who bared a striking resemblance to him.

"Felix, you're unbelievable, you don't have to be shy." Felix had already waddled off again scanning the water for something. You couldn't recall him losing anything. It had taken him some time to find the right one, but when he did he walked back he brought his hands out allowing you to see what he was holding.

"I'm not shy around you but, has anyone told you that you are the beautiful one. Not me." Felix tried to fish it out of his hands, knowing that he had to be careful with its fragile petals. Felix managed to sit the small lotus flower in your hair, braiding your hair around it. Felix's voice was deep again, laced with honest passion "This is what I meant when I said I've found my beauty."

[darkwitchoferie]

Train Ride - Chapter 9, Cock warming and After tour

A/N: I am a firm lover of whiney-during-sex Felix, so you’re just gonna have to deal with that. The last chapter might take a little longer to come out than the last couple have. There’s a new idea burning in my brain (a solo Chan fic) and I’m trying to focus on the last chapter of this one but that new idea just keeps distracting me.

Side note – is cock warming 1 word or 2? Because I’ve seen both, within the same article/post/etc. and have no idea which is right. Or is it a both are right situation?

Cw/tw: oral (m & f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, consensual somnophilia (it’s previously discussed ‘off screen’), cock warming, gangbang (but like, really sweet), multiple partner sex, genital piercings (nipples and vch), 2 text screen shots (1 with a blurred nude photo)

Wc: 4.6k

Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

~~ Cock warming Felix ~~

“Hey Lixie baby. What’re you doing?”

“About to start a League match. Do you need me?”

“Mm,” you shrugged. “You play, I’ll be fine.” You grabbed a pillow off his bed and situated yourself under his desk. Then you rested your head on his thigh. He looked down and smiled at you, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. Once he got involved in his game, you focused on your actual goal. Keeping your head still on his thigh, you reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. You glanced up at his face as you carefully peeled his jeans open, reached in and pulled his cock out.

“Angel, what’re you doing?”

“Don’t mind me. Pay attention to your game, baby.”

You stroked his cock a couple times. “How am I supposed to pay attention when you’re doing that?”

“You focus on your game, and I won’t stop, how’s that?”

“Huh?” You lifted your head up, leaning up and wrapping your lips around his semi-hard cock. “Oh god.” For just a second his hand came down off the keyboard to the back of your head. “You’re seriously gonna blow me while I’m gaming?”

“Nope. Just this,” you pulled off long enough to say then resumed your position, with his entire cock in your mouth. To your delight, you sat there and felt his cock harden in your mouth. It wasn’t often you got to feel that as usually your boyfriends were already hard when you got your mouth on them.

“Angel,” he whined. You hummed, but otherwise did nothing. Above you, you heard the League match start and settled in to wait, Felix’s cock heavy on your tongue. “Focus on the game, focus on the game and she won’t stop,” you heard him mutter to himself. You chuckled to yourself as he repeated your words.

For a moment, he was able to focus on the beginning of the match. Then you heard him whimper and his hips kicked up a little. You pressed a hand to one of his hips to hold him still. After a moment, you moved your hand. And yeah, maybe it was teasing to scratch your nails down his exposed thigh, but the moan that produced was worth it.

You never did last long cock warming Felix. He always whimpered and begged so prettily that you always gave in. But this time you were determined to not let him have his way right away. Maybe a whole League match, which would last about 30 minutes, was a little long, but you decided it would be worth it.

He lasted for a couple more minutes.

“But angel,” he whined. “Your mouth is so warm and wet. Pretty please?”

You pulled off him long enough to say, “You finish out this match and I’ll let you fuck my throat, then I’ll ride you in your gaming chair. Deal?” Without waiting for a response, you sank your mouth back over his cock.

“Angel, that’s so unfair! Now I’ve got those images in my head too.” He wiggled in his seat, like a child being told ‘no’. That made him moan with the way his cock brushed against your tongue. This time you took both hands and stilled his hips, then pinched the skin of his belly as a warning.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his cock on your tongue. And the broken whimpers of your boyfriend. You lowered your hands down to your sides again, your arms getting tired quickly from being held up on his hips.

“Please?” he begged. “I promise I’ll eat you out for at least two hours. Just lemme,” his hips kicked up again, cutting off his sentence with a moan. Though your cunt clenched at the picture of him eating you out for that long, you didn’t give in.

Watching the way his abs fluttered, part of you wondered if it was possible for him to cum without you doing anything more. You couldn’t decide if you wanted him to or not.

Though he continued to beg and whimper, you held out for the whole match. As soon as it was done, his hand was off the keyboard and buried in your hair.

“Angel,” he sighed out, finally allowed to thrust into your waiting mouth. He stood up, backing the gaming chair back enough to give him the room to properly fuck your mouth. You stayed sitting, gazing up at him and letting him use you the way he wanted to. “God, look at you. You always look so good with a cock in you, angel.”

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before his cock was twitching in your mouth and his cum spilled down your throat. He held you down on him for a moment longer, waiting for the aftershocks of his orgasm to pass. When he let go of your hair, you stood up and gently pushed him back onto his gaming chair before quickly stripping yourself.

Before settling in his lap, you scooted the chair closer to his computer desk, close enough that you could lean back and use it as leverage if you needed to. In one smooth movement, you sank down onto his cock, moaning as you felt him stretch you open. He gripped your hips, echoing your moan, as his head fell back onto the back of the chair. You held still for a moment, relishing in the stretch, before you started rolling your hips.

Felix leaned in and wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking, licking, and even gently nipping at your flesh, while one of his hands came up to grope and kneed at the other boob. Then he switched sides, paying equal attention to both your tits.

You were, like you thought, having some trouble getting enough leverage in the gaming chair. Despite there being room on either side of Felix’s legs, you still couldn’t get quite enough leverage. So you leaned back just enough to brace your hands on his computer desk so you had enough leverage to properly lift your hips.

“Oh God,” Felix broke away from your nipple to look down at where his cock disappeared into your cunt. “Mm, you’re so good to me, angel.” His smile when he looked back up at you was already the floaty, fucked-out expression he got.

You could have, but didn’t deny the urge to tease him just a little more. Just to hear his whimpers again. Though you had the right leverage now, you slowly lifted your hips off him, then just as slowly lowered back onto him again. You wouldn’t be able to make this pace last for long, it hurt your thighs more than going fast did. But you knew you wouldn’t need to keep this going for long either.

Sure enough, after just a couple of thrusts at that slow pace, Felix whined. “Please, please angel. Need you faster.”

You gave in nearly immediately, riding him as quickly as your thighs and hips would allow you to. He moaned as you clenched around him, leaning forward to mouth at your neck. The hand that had been on your tit, snaked down to rub firm circles against your clit. Between moans, he sucked a hickey and then another into the side of your neck.

“C’mon angel. Cum for me. Please. Wanna feel your pretty cunt clench around my cock.” The combination of his whiney begging, the fingers on your clit, and your own movements had you tumbling over the edge into your orgasm, clenching tightly around him the way he wanted. You clenching around him was enough to have him coming groaning low as he buried his face against your neck

“Okay,” he said after a minute of both of you catching your breath. “You may be right about cock warming being fun.” You giggled as you boosted yourself off his lap, using the computer desk.

~~ Cock warming Seungmin ~~

You walked into his apartment to see Seungmin casually sprawled on the couch, nose in a book. He glanced up when he heard the door close and waited to speak until you’d toed off your shoes. “Hey pretty. Everything good?”

“Mm-hm. Just wanna cuddle.” He raised an eyebrow at you. Not that he didn’t enjoy cuddling with you, but usually when you wanted cuddles you went to Chan, Felix, Jisung, or Changbin. You quickly stripped down before climbing into his lap, straddling his legs and facing him.

“Ah,” he understood. “Lift up a minute pretty girl.” You were pleased, but not really surprised, to find that Seungmin’s already hard. You did sit naked in his lap, after all. You propped yourself up on your knees while he shuffled below you, working to get his pants and boxers off. You’re also not surprised at how wet you already are. You had, after all, come here with exactly this intention.

Slowly, steadily, you lowered yourself onto Seungmin’s cock. Your body accepted him easily, despite the lack of foreplay. You sighed as you settled fully in his lap, curling yourself against his chest and making yourself comfortable. Seungmin ran his fingers gently up and down your back as he went back to his book. It was not the first time the pair of you had done this. Sometimes, you just needed to feel full for a while. And Seungmin and Minho were your favorites, because they were the most patient and were fine with you sitting on them for as long as you wanted.

After a while, he wasn’t sure how long, Seungmin looked down at you and that was when he noticed your breathing had changed. You were asleep. Fully asleep, sitting on his cock. His cock twitched inside you – he wasn’t aware this part was something he would enjoy so much. Shifting a little, trying not to wake you, he reached for his phone on the end table beside the couch.

You woke to Seungmin thrusting up into you. “Mm, Minnie,” you moaned out, still a little sleep hazed.

“Hey pretty girl. Have a good nap?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Good. You relax, I’ll take care of you.” You did as he suggested, relaxing back against his chest. He adjusted under you, gripping your hips and shifting the pair of you, so he could get a better angle to rut up into you.

You were a little surprised considering, up until now, Chan had been the only one willing to indulge in you somnophilia kink. You suspected most, if not all, of the others thought it was at least weird to initiate sex when you weren’t conscious. That was why you’d come up with specific signals for them to tell them that it was okay on nights when you wanted it. Rather than question his change of mind, you decided to just enjoy it.

There was something delightful for you about being so relaxed during sex. Usually, sex riled you and you relaxed after. But when you were asleep and then stayed a more passive partner like this, your mind felt almost floaty in a way – almost like it did after a particularly intense session with multiple or all of your partners.

Seungmin had his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you snuggly against his body, as he steadily rut up into you. You turned your head and pressed lazy, open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck.

“You really love this, don’t you?”

“Mm-hm.”

“The range of sexual things you like is interesting, pretty girl.” You smiled softly against his neck. You knew he had a point, you’d thought it yourself before.

The soft material of Seungmin’s shirt rubbed against your nipples with every thrust of his hips as you continued kissing up and down his neck. You could feel your orgasm building slowly with every roll of his hips. Then he shifted the pair of you so he was laying completely flat, planted his feet, and started more firmly thrusting into you but kept the same lazy pace. With the new angle, his cock rubbed against your g spot with every thrust.

As your orgasm got closer, your moans and whimpers coming faster meant you broke away from Minnie’s neck. Instead, you leaned in closer to his ear, watching the goosebumps form down his neck.

“Feel you getting close, pretty,” he said softly, with a self-satisfied smile you couldn’t see. Your orgasm rolled through you moments later. You arched back, pressing your chest against his, a low moan falling from your lips. Seungmin followed not far behind you, flooding your insides with his warmth.

You snuggled back into his chest, content to lay there for a few more minutes. “Are you going to fall asleep again?”

You chuckled. “No, I’m awake. Didn’t really mean to fall asleep the first time, actually.”

“How did you?”

You shrugged. “Just comfy, I guess. Besides you know when you run your fingers down my back like that it’s gonna put me to sleep.”

“Okay, yeah, but I didn’t expect you’d fall asleep while on my cock.”

You lifted your head to raise and eyebrow at him. “Genuine question – are you upset that I did?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I nearly was for a second though. But it’s not like you fell asleep while I was fucking you. Or that you fell asleep because you weren’t interested in being close to me. I guess I took it to be a comfort thing before you said so.”

You smiled, propped yourself up, and captured his lips in a sweet kiss.

A few minutes later, Seungmin insisted you get up and the pair of you hop in the shower. You stretched as you stood up, heading over to your cargo shorts to pull your phone out of your pocket. Looking at the group text message, you understood Seungmin’s change of mind.

~~ After Tour ~~

While your lovers were gone for six weeks on their tour, you did your best to not just sulk and putter around your apartment. The time difference, them being in the United States, made it somewhat difficult to call them at all. Most of the time when you were able to, you or they were exhausted. This left very little time to even think of sexy video calls, though you had already been through a shorter leg of the tour with most of them and they knew you didn’t like long distance sex like that.

Not to say you didn’t video call at all, just that the calls were only chatting, catching up, and to see each others’ faces. Maybe next time they had to be gone this long, you’d be able to convince your boss that missing one monthly meeting wasn’t the end of the world.

You spent your free time taking care of yourself and watching every single video clip of their tour that you possibly could, thanking any and every higher power for Stays and their wonderful camera work.

Finally, the day they were due back home arrived. It was agreed, the last time you’d been able to speak to them before they got on the plane, that they’d come straight to your apartment rather than you meeting at the airport like you had done before. In Hyunjin’s words – echoed by all the others – “I’m not sure I can keep my hands to myself as soon as we see you.”

“Hello, my loves,” you greeted them with open arms and dressed in only and oversized sleep shirt as soon as they walked through your door.

Hyunjin was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around you and claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. “Missed you, princess.”

You smiled softly. “Missed you all too. Got you a gift set while you were gone, actually.”

“Who cares?” Chan stepped up to take Hyunjin’s place, slotting his lips over yours. “We just want you,” he said after he pulled away.

“Agreed. You gotta figure out how to come with us next time. This was too long without you, bunny.” Changbin sighed, his whole body relaxing as he took his turn to kiss you.

Jisung was next. You weren’t surprised by his lack of words, or that he was the one with wandering hands. You tried not to smile too much against Ji’s lips, afraid it would give something away, as you felt his hand travel up over the loose sleep shirt you were wearing to cup your boob. His thumb brushed over your nipple and you felt him freeze.

“Baby?” He pulled back to look at you.

“Yeah Sungie?”

“Is that…?” He trailed off, his hand shifting to feel your other nipple. “Wait, did you…?” When you only smiled and tilted your head, he dropped to his knees and pushed his head under your shirt, between your thighs. “Oh god,” he groaned, leaning up and sucking your clit, with it’s newly healed piercing into his mouth. You gasped, arching and reaching out for someone to keep you steady.

“Kitten?” You looked over at Minho, whose arm you were clutching, but didn’t answer.

“She got her nipples and clit pierced,” Jisung answered with a groan, pulling away just long enough to tell them.

“What?!” Chan reached out, tugging your shirt over your head, exposing your pierced nipples to them all. “Ji, back up a minute.” He tugged on Jisung’s hair, forcing him to let go of your clit. “Oh God.” His groan was echoed around the room.

“Those are gorgeous, princess.”

“Is this the real reason you wouldn’t video call us, bunny?”

“Side – ah – side benefit.” Now that everyone had seen it, Jisung went back to sucking on your clit. “Oh. It’s... more sensitive,” you moaned out.

“Wonder if these are too, pretty girl?” Seungmin latched his mouth around one nipple, Chan copying him on the other side.

“Oh God.”

“That sounded like a yes. When did you decide on this, kitten?”

“Forget deciding, when did you actually do it?” Jeongin asked.

“Day you left. Needed – ah – healing time.”

Jeongin made his way around you, pressing himself against your back and, using a finger under your chin, made you turn so he could claim your lips. With all the other sensations, you were surprised to feel Jeongin’s fingers thrust into your pussy from behind. He smirked against your lips at the gasp you let out.

You’d been so pent up over the last six weeks, and your new piercings made you so sensitive, that it didn’t take long before you were arching your back, digging your nails into Minho’s arm. Jisung’s tongue and Jeongin’s fingers didn’t stop until you started coming down from the after shocks.

Quickly, the four of your boyfriends switched places with the other four. Felix knelt in Ji’s place, groaning lightly as he flicked his tongue over your new piercing. Minho took Seungmin’s place, gently pinching and twisting your nipple. Hyunjin replaced Chan, leaning in to gently pull your nipple piercing with his teeth. Then Changbin was behind you, shoving two fingers into you.

Your legs shook as the four of them quickly brought you to another orgasm.

Chan tugged you away from them, lifting you up and settling you onto his cock. You groaned, leaning in to kiss at his neck, while he carried you to your bedroom, the others following behind you. You bounced slightly with every step he took, your clit piercing rubbing against his abs in the most delicious way.

He sat down on the edge of your bed and, rather than let you try to ride him after two orgasms, lifted you on his own, fucking you on his cock. You completely surrendered to what he was doing, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

Then you realized that none of your boyfriends were having fun with each other. Confused, and a little disappointed because of how much you loved watching them together, you looked to Minho for an explanation.

“Today’s all about you, kitten. We’ve had each other for the past six weeks,” he explained, knowing exactly what you wanted to know. The sound you made with that knowledge was something between a whimper and a moan. You weren’t sure if it was the idea of all their attention focused on you at once like that, if you were just that on edge, the stimulation to your clit against Chan’s abs, or a combination of all three, but you came quickly after Minho’s words.

Chan did not, instead lifting you off him and tossing you onto the bed. You whimpered, reaching out for him when he didn’t immediately follow. Instead, Hyunjin took his place and Chan just gave you a secretive, knowing smile.

Hyunjin slid into you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he set a semi-fast pace. You found yourself returning his bright smile, though you were a little aware that it was probably a dopey or fucked-out smile. Still, you were happy to have your men back home with you so the smile itself didn’t feel that important. After a moment, he leaned over your body, hands braced on the mattress on either side of you, and wrapped his lips around first one, then the other nipple.

This time you felt your orgasm building up and arched against Hyune as it washed through you. His thrusts stayed steady through your orgasm and after it, before he too pulled out without coming. When he moved to the side, you reached for his arm, trying to tug him back to you.

Instead, he pressed a kiss to your temple as Jisung crawled between your thighs. He leaned in, capturing your lips as he lifted both your legs, holding them together against his chest. With a quick smile down at you, he slid into you with a moan.

He kneaded the flesh of your thighs, leaning in to press kisses to the leg closest to his face, as he steadily thrust into you. The arm not holding onto your legs slid down to rub firm circles against your clit, Ji’s eyes never leaving your face as he chased your orgasm.

When Jisung pulled out without coming in you, backing off and bringing your legs back to the bed, you kicked your legs and whined in protest, too far gone to actually form words. ��I know baby. Lixie and I wanna try something and they’re all indulging us,” he explained.

You pouted as Seungmin took his place between your thighs. He just grinned down at you, pressing a quick kiss to your pouting lips. He wrapped your legs over the back of his own, slowly sliding into you. It was then that it clicked for you that your boyfriends weren’t really changing your position. They all had you in close, intimate positions. You’d been prepared for, and looking forward to, fast and rough. Instead, they were giving you cherished. The thought brought tears to your eyes as you reached up for Seungmin.

He let you cup his cheek, then turned his head to press a kiss to your palm as he steadily rolled his hips into you. He gripped both of your hands, bringing them down to either side of your head, leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.

The angle change put the perfect amount of pressure and friction against your clit and, despite the steady roll of his hips, your next orgasm was building quickly.

“Missed you, pretty girl,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin below your ear. Your grip on his hands tightened in response to his words. You opened your mouth, but just couldn’t form words to properly respond.

Though they were taking you slower than they often did, you still found you were getting hazy and having a little trouble following exactly what was happening. Even one at a time like this, the amount of sensations left you overwhelmed in the best way.

Seungmin rode out your orgasm, before he too pulled out without coming. You didn’t bother protesting – not when you now knew it was something both Ji and Lix wanted. Even you caved to their wants often.

Felix, angelic smile on his face, was next. He grabbed one of the pillows you weren’t using, lifted your hips, and slid it under you. With the angle change, his cock rubbed against your g spot with every thrust. Though he didn’t lean over you like Seungmin had, he did still hold your hands tightly in his own, pressing your joined hands against your belly.

He brought one of his hands, still holding yours, down to flick his thumb back and forth over your clit. You could tell by the urgency in his fingers, that he was trying to make you cum before he did without needing to speed up.

In a distant part of your mind, you registered how quiet it was in your room. Normally, even with just one or two of your lovers, there was a lot of noise. Skin slapping, moans, groans, whines, and whimpers. There wasn’t much of that this time. There were only your own moans and, blissed out on the sensations of being made love to, you were finding those moans more difficult to make. Not because it didn’t feel good, but because you were overwhelmed.

It felt like a slow wave when your next orgasm crested over you. Not a crash or sudden orgasm, simply a gentle, rolling feeling.

Minho rolled you onto your side and spooned up behind you, sliding into you from behind. He wrapped his arms around you, grasping both hands and pulling them close to your chest. He pressed kisses to your neck and shoulder as he used your own hands to grope both your boobs.

The position allowed him to hit your g spot with little effort and he did, steadily thrusting against that spot until you arched in his hold, sighing out your orgasm.

Jeongin lay flat on his back and tugged you on top of himself, cuddling you close to his chest. He pressed kisses to the top of your head, forehead, nose, and cheeks as he rutted up into you from below. He was not only hitting your g spot in this position, but the movement provided the right amount of stimulation to both your nipples and clit until you were falling apart on top of him.

Changbin was last. He had you back on your back, legs bent up and spread wide, as he leaned in to claim your lips in a deep kiss. He slid into you in a slow roll of his hips. Then he slid his arms under your knees and leaned forward until you were nearly bent in half. You gripped his shoulders as he fucked into you slow and deep.

Around you, you noticed the others had started to jerk themselves off. As Changbin’s thrusts sped up, something managed to click in your hazy brain and you realized what it was Felix and Jisung wanted. You clenched around Bin with the realization, moaning low in your throat as you came one last time.

Changbin pulled out, jerking his cock a couple of times until he spilled onto your belly. One by one, the other men followed him, covering your belly and tits in cum. Then Jisung and Felix were on either side of you, licking it off like they were starved men. It wasn’t enough stimulation to make you cum again, but it was enough to make you forgive all of them for not coming in you.

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By the lake || LFX

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The summer of 1943 began like every other. Days of heat shimmered over the endless green lawns of our estate, the hum of cicadas filling the air as I sat on the veranda with my mother, dutifully pretending to care about the guest list for our next garden party. It was the summer before my eighteenth birthday, the one my parents insisted would change everything a season of suitors, family alliances, and preparing for the life they had so carefully planned for me. I thought I knew my future. I thought my days would always be as predictable as the breeze through the magnolia trees.

But then Clara convinced me to go to the drive in theater that night.

We snuck out after dinner, giggling like schoolgirls as we crept past my father’s study and out into the warm summer night. Clara had borrowed her brother’s old truck, and the two of us tumbled into it with whispered promises to be back before anyone noticed.

The theater was on the outskirts of town, tucked away in a dusty lot where the wealthier families rarely ventured. I remember the thrill of it the smell of buttered popcorn, the flickering light of the projector, the low murmur of voices as the audience settled in. It was nothing like the stiff parties and curated perfection of my usual world. It felt alive.

That’s where I saw him.

Felix.

He was leaning against a rusted pickup truck, the kind of vehicle that seemed barely held together by sheer determination. His dirty blonde hair was slightly tousled, like he’d run his hands through it one too many times, and his freckles caught the light of the screen above us. But it was his smile that stopped me in my tracks. Wide, boyish, and utterly disarming. He looked so out of place yet so comfortable, as though he belonged to this world in a way I never could.

I didn’t realize I was staring until Clara nudged me.

“Do you know him?” she whispered, her eyes flicking between me and the boy across the lot.

“No,” I said quickly, though my cheeks flushed. “I was just… looking.”

Clara grinned mischievously. “Well, he’s looking at you too.”

And he was.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, the noise of the theater faded away. It was just him, standing there with that easy smile and those impossibly warm brown eyes. He raised a hand in a small, almost shy wave, and I felt my heart stumble in my chest.

Clara, always braver than I, took it upon herself to act. She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me across the lot, weaving between cars and groups of strangers until we were standing right in front of him.

“Hi,” she said brightly. “I’m Clara, and this is Y/N.”

Felix’s gaze shifted to me, and up close, he was even more breathtaking. The freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose were like constellations, and his voice, when he spoke, was soft and deep yet magnetic.

“Hi,” he said, his smile widening. “I’m Felix.”

And just like that, the course of my summer and maybe my life changed forever.

We talked through the entire movie. Clara excused herself at some point, muttering something about not being a third wheel, but I barely noticed. Felix told me about his family, about how he worked at the docks to help his parents make ends meet, about how he dreamed of traveling one day even though he’d never been more than fifty miles from town.

“I’ve always wanted to see the world,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet longing. “But for now, I guess this little corner of it will have to do.”

I didn’t tell him then, but I envied him. His life, though hard, seemed so real compared to the carefully curated existence I’d been raised in. He lived with purpose, with dreams that were his own, not handed to him by someone else.

By the time the credits rolled, I knew I wanted to see him again. And when he asked his voice hesitant, his cheeks pink with nervousness I said yes without a second thought.

That summer, Felix became my secret. Every stolen moment, every whispered conversation under the stars, felt like a rebellion against the life I was supposed to lead. And though I didn’t know what the future held for us, I knew one thing for certain: I’d never forget the boy with dirty blonde hair, freckles, and a smile that could light up even the darkest night.

The moon hung low in the sky that night, its pale glow shimmering over the lake like silver lace. The air was warm, and the soft hum of crickets filled the silence between us as Felix and I walked along the water’s edge. It was late too late for me to be out but I didn’t care. Being with him felt worth the risk.

Felix had brought me here, his secret spot, a place he said he came to when the world felt too heavy. It was quiet and still, the kind of place where the weight of the world seemed to melt away. He’d spread out an old blanket under a willow tree, and we sat side by side, our shoulders brushing as we looked out over the rippling water.

I glanced over at him, watching as the moonlight danced across his face. His dirty blonde hair was slightly messy, the ends curling from the humidity, and his freckles stood out against his sun-kissed skin. He was beautiful in a way that made my chest ache, a way that felt almost unfair.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked softly, breaking the silence.

Felix turned his head toward me, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just looked at me like he was trying to memorize every detail of my face.

“I’m thinking about how lucky I am,” he said finally, his voice low and steady.

I felt my cheeks flush, and I looked away, suddenly nervous under his gaze. “Lucky?”

He nodded, leaning back on his hands as he stared up at the sky. “Yeah. I mean, look at me. I’m just some guy from the wrong side of town, working at the docks to get by. And then there’s you—this incredible, smart, beautiful girl who comes from a world I can’t even imagine.”

“Felix��” I started, but he shook his head, cutting me off gently.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he said, his voice growing softer. “Every time I’m with you, it feels like… like I’m dreaming. Like I’m living a life I don’t deserve.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to tell him he was wrong, that he deserved everything good in this world, but the words caught in my throat.

He leaned closer then, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding ridiculous, but… I think I’m falling in love with you.”

The world seemed to stop. The crickets, the soft rustle of the willow branches, even the gentle lap of the water against the shore—all of it faded into nothing. It was just Felix, sitting there with his messy hair and his wide, hopeful eyes, waiting for me to say something.

My breath hitched, and I looked down at my hands, trying to find the words. When I finally looked up, he was still watching me, his expression open and vulnerable in a way that made my heart ache.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” I whispered.

The smile that spread across his face was unlike anything I’d ever seen. It was pure, unfiltered joy, and in that moment, I knew I’d do anything to keep that smile on his face.

He reached for my hand then, his fingers intertwining with mine as he pulled me closer. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, Y/N,” he said softly. “But I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. To make us work.”

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes as I rested my head on his shoulder. In that moment, under the willow tree with the lake stretching out before us, I felt something I’d never felt before.

Hope.

And for the first time, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, love could be enough.

The weeks that followed my first night with Felix felt like a dream. We stole moments whenever we could, meeting under the willow by the lake, walking hand in hand along the quiet backroads, and talking about everything and nothing until the stars faded into morning. I didn’t care about the risks. All I knew was that with him, I felt alive.

But dreams don’t last forever.

It was late one evening when it all came crashing down. Felix and I had just returned from the lake. He’d walked me as close to the house as he dared, kissing my hand in the shadows before slipping away into the night. I was still floating on the warmth of his touch, his voice echoing in my mind, when I stepped through the back door of the house.

My father was waiting for me.

He stood in the dim light of the hallway, his arms crossed and his expression as hard as stone. My heart sank the moment I saw him.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and cold. “Where have you been?”

I hesitated, trying to come up with an excuse, but the words wouldn’t come. He didn’t need me to answer. He already knew.

“You’ve been sneaking out,” he continued, his tone sharp as a blade. “With that boy.”

“His name is Felix,” I said quietly, my voice trembling.

My father’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t care what his name is. Do you have any idea how reckless you’ve been? How foolish?”

“He’s not foolish,” I shot back, my voice rising despite the lump in my throat. “He’s kind and smart and—”

“And poor,” my father interrupted, his words cutting through mine like a whip. “He works on the docks, Y/N. He has nothing to offer you. No future, no stability, no place in this family.”

My stomach twisted, and I clenched my fists at my sides. “He’s more than that. He’s a better person than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“That may be,” my father said, his voice softening slightly, though his eyes remained cold. “But love isn’t enough, not in the real world. You have a responsibility to this family, to your future. You can’t throw it all away for some boy.”

His words hit me like a blow, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. My father had always been strict, but I’d never seen him like this—so unyielding, so determined to put an end to something he didn’t even understand.

Tears stung my eyes as I finally found my voice. “You don’t know him. You don’t know what he’s been through, what he’s capable of. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I didn’t even know I needed.”

My father’s jaw tightened, and he let out a heavy sigh. “You’re young, Y/N. You think this is love, but it’s just a passing infatuation. You’ll see that in time.”

“No,” I said firmly, my voice breaking. “You’re wrong.”

He shook his head, his expression unreadable. “This ends tonight. You’re not to see him again.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there in the dim hallway, my heart shattering into pieces.

I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face as his words echoed in my mind. I knew he wouldn’t bend, wouldn’t change his mind. He would do whatever it took to keep Felix and me apart.

But as I sat there, clutching my knees to my chest, I made a silent promise to myself.

This wasn’t over. Not yet.

The days after that night felt like a prison sentence. My father had made good on his threat, confining me to the estate under the guise of “protecting my reputation.” My mother, ever the diplomat, assured me it was only for a short while. “You need time to think, darling,” she had said, as if this was all for my benefit. But I didn’t need time to think. I already knew my heart belonged to Felix, no matter how much my father disapproved.

Weeks passed, each one more unbearable than the last. I spent my days staring out the window, imagining Felix by the lake or at the docks, wondering if he thought I had abandoned him. My father had forbidden any mention of him in the house, and I was too afraid to write to him.

Then Clara came to visit.

She arrived one afternoon, her voice cheerful and bright as she chatted with my mother before finding me in the garden. As soon as we were alone, her expression changed, her playful grin replaced with something softer, more serious.

“I saw him,” she said quietly, her eyes watching me carefully.

I froze, my heart lurching in my chest. “Felix?”

She nodded, sitting down beside me on the stone bench. “He was in town yesterday, near the docks. He looked… different.”

“Different how?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Like he’s been worried,” Clara said gently. “He asked about you, Y/N. Said he hadn’t seen you in weeks and wondered if you were all right.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and I looked away, biting my lip to keep from crying. “He probably thinks I’ve forgotten about him,” I whispered.

Clara reached out and took my hand, squeezing it tightly. “I told him you hadn’t. That your father’s been keeping you here.”

I turned to her, hope sparking in my chest. “What did he say?”

She hesitated for a moment before answering. “He said he misses you. That he’s been waiting for you by the lake every single night, hoping you’d come back.”

My breath caught, and a tear slipped down my cheek. “I don’t know what to do, Clara. My father won’t let me leave, and if he finds out I’ve been seeing Felix…”

“You can’t stay locked up forever,” Clara said firmly. “You love him, don’t you?”

I nodded, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “More than anything.”

Clara’s lips curved into a small, determined smile. “Then I’ll help you. We’ll find a way.”

Her words were like a lifeline, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe again. Felix was still there, still waiting, and I knew I couldn’t let him down.

I didn’t know how we’d manage it, how we’d find a way to be together in a world that seemed determined to keep us apart. But one thing was certain: I wasn’t ready to give up on him. Not now, not ever.

The next morning, my father announced we’d be heading into town to pick up more seed for the garden. It was the first time in weeks he’d allowed me to leave the estate, and while the outing was far from exciting, I jumped at the chance. Anything to escape the suffocating walls of home.

The general store was quiet, with only a few familiar faces browsing the aisles. My father headed straight to the counter to discuss the seed order, leaving me to wander aimlessly. I trailed my fingers along the shelves of canned goods, my mind elsewhere, when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.

A flash of blonde.

I turned instinctively toward the window, my breath hitching. There he was. Felix.

He stood just outside the store, leaning casually against the frame of the large display window. His dirty blonde hair glowed in the sunlight, and his freckled face was turned toward the glass, scanning the interior. He hadn’t seen me yet, but the sight of him was enough to send my heart racing.

Before I could think, I was moving, my feet carrying me toward the door. The bells above the door jingled as I pushed it open, stepping out into the warm summer air.

“Felix!” I called, my voice louder than I intended.

He turned at the sound of his name, his eyes widening when he saw me. A smile spread across his face, slow and beautiful, the kind of smile that made me forget the rest of the world existed.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice laced with relief and something deeper.

I didn’t stop until I was standing in front of him, so close I could see the faint golden flecks in his brown eyes. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of emotions—relief, joy, and the ache of all the time we’d lost.

“I was hoping I’d see you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve been coming into town more often, just in case… well, just in case you were here.”

My heart clenched, and I reached out, my hand brushing against his. “Felix, I’m so sorry. My father—he won’t let me leave the house. He—”

Felix shook his head, cutting me off gently. “You don’t have to explain, Y/N. Clara told me everything. I just needed to know you were all right.”

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, the words spilling out before I could stop them.

His smile faltered, his eyes softening as he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ve missed you too,” he said quietly. “More than I can say.”

For a moment, the world around us faded away. It was just Felix and me, standing there in the sunlight, his hand warm against mine. But the spell was broken all too quickly by the sound of my father’s voice calling my name from inside the store.

I flinched, glancing over my shoulder toward the door. Felix’s hand tightened around mine.

“I’ll wait for you,” he said, his voice steady despite the tension in his jaw. “No matter how long it takes, Y/N. I’ll be here.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I nodded, squeezing his hand one last time before stepping back. “I’ll find a way,” I promised.

As I walked back into the store, the bells jingling softly above me, I felt my father’s sharp gaze on me. But I didn’t care. Felix was still here, still waiting, and so was I.

The moment I stepped back into the store, I felt my father’s eyes on me. His face was unreadable, but the tight set of his jaw told me everything I needed to know. He had seen us.

“Who was that?” he asked, his voice sharp but low, so no one else in the store could hear.

My heart pounded as I tried to form an answer, but I knew there was no point in lying. “It was Felix,” I said softly.

His expression darkened, and he took a step closer, his voice dropping even further. “I thought I made myself clear, Y/N. You are not to see that boy again.”

I straightened my shoulders, summoning what little courage I had left. “You don’t understand, Father. Felix isn’t some troublemaker or a passing fancy. He’s… he’s important to me.”

“Important?” My father’s voice rose slightly, and a few heads turned in our direction. He took a breath, visibly reining in his temper. “You think your feelings matter more than your future? Than this family’s reputation?”

I clenched my fists at my sides, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “Why does it always have to be about reputation? About what other people think? Felix is kind, he’s hardworking, and he loves me for who I am, not for what I have. Isn’t that worth something?”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re young, Y/N. You don’t understand what it takes to build a life, to secure a future. Love doesn’t put food on the table or maintain a household. That boy—Felix—he has nothing to offer you.”

“You don’t know him!” I snapped, my voice trembling. “You don’t know anything about him or how he makes me feel. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I won’t give him up just because he doesn’t fit into your perfect little plan.”

For a moment, my father just stared at me, his face a mixture of anger and disbelief. Then, his expression hardened, and his voice turned cold.

“If you insist on defying me, there will be consequences,” he said. “I’ve indulged your foolishness long enough, Y/N. This ends now.”

My heart sank, and panic clawed at my chest. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that if you so much as look at that boy again, I’ll make sure he’s out of your life for good,” he said, his tone icy. “Do you understand me?”

Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. “You can’t do that,” I whispered.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Watch me.”

I stared at him, my chest heaving with anger and fear. This wasn’t just about Felix anymore—it was about control, about my father’s need to dictate every aspect of my life.

But as I looked into his steely eyes, I made a silent vow. He could try to keep us apart, but he would never break the bond Felix and I shared.

“Are we finished here?” I asked, my voice trembling but steady enough to convey defiance.

My father straightened, giving me a long, hard look before turning away. “Get in the car,” he said.

I followed him out of the store, my mind racing with thoughts of Felix and the promises we’d made to each other. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

As I followed my father out of the store, my heart felt heavy, each step dragging me further away from Felix. The bells on the door jingled again as we stepped outside, the warm summer sun beating down on us. My father marched ahead toward the car, his posture stiff with anger.

But I couldn’t move. Something made me stop, my chest tightening with an inexplicable pull. Slowly, I turned back toward the store.

There he was.

Felix stood across the street, leaning against a wooden post, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn trousers. He wasn’t smiling now, his usual playful expression replaced by something deeper—something sad and longing. His dirty blonde hair caught the sunlight, and even from this distance, I could see the faint freckles scattered across his cheeks.

Our eyes met, and it was like the world around us disappeared. My father’s sharp voice, the bustling of the town, even the sound of my own heartbeat—it all faded into the background.

He took a small step forward, his gaze locked on mine as if silently asking me if I was okay. The worry in his eyes sent a wave of warmth and pain rushing through me. I wanted nothing more than to run to him, to tell him everything, to bury my face in his chest and let him hold me.

But I couldn’t. Not with my father only a few feet away.

Still, I couldn’t stop myself from taking one small step back toward the store, my hand brushing against the doorframe as if it could anchor me to this moment. Felix must have noticed the hesitation in my step because his expression softened, a flicker of hope breaking through the sadness.

“Y/N!” My father’s voice snapped me out of the trance, cold and sharp as ice.

I flinched, my head whipping around to see him standing by the car, glaring at me. “Get in. Now.”

I glanced back at Felix, my heart aching as I saw him straighten up, his jaw tightening. He didn’t move, didn’t say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes.

I’ll wait for you, they seemed to say. I always will.

Tears stung my eyes as I nodded ever so slightly, a silent promise passing between us. Then, with every ounce of strength I had, I turned and walked to the car, my father’s disapproving stare burning into my back.

As I climbed into the passenger seat, I caught one last glimpse of Felix through the window. He was still standing there, watching as the car pulled away, his figure growing smaller and smaller until he finally disappeared from view.

I rested my head against the window, tears sliding silently down my cheeks. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

It had been over a year since I last saw Felix. A year of unanswered letters, fleeting memories, and a heavy ache that I couldn’t shake. In that time, I had tried to move forward—tried to immerse myself in the world my father had set out for me. But nothing felt right. No matter how many social events I attended, how many conversations I had, my thoughts always returned to Felix—the way he looked at me, the sound of his voice, the way his smile made me feel alive.

One afternoon, as I walked through the town square, lost in thought, I heard something that stopped me in my tracks. The voice was unmistakable, but it was different, rougher, like time had changed him in ways I couldn’t have imagined.

I turned the corner, and there he was.

Felix stood by the storefront, his back to me, a guitar slung across his shoulder. His dirty blonde hair had grown a little longer, his face still dotted with freckles, but his posture was more slumped now, his clothes worn, the edges frayed. He wasn’t the same boy I had left by the lake, but the core of him was still there—still as magnetic as ever.

And he was singing.

“I know it’s over,” he crooned softly, his voice low and raw, vibrating with every word. The lyrics were drenched in sorrow, an aching kind of melancholy that seemed to echo through the air. “I know it’s over, and it never really began…”

The sound of his voice wrapped around me like a spell, drawing me in, pulling me closer. I stood frozen for a moment, just watching him, my heart pounding in my chest. How had I not found him sooner? Had he been here all this time, singing his heart out on the street, just waiting for me to come back?

He reached the end of the verse, his voice breaking slightly with emotion, and it felt like the world stopped spinning. He closed his eyes for a moment, lost in the music, unaware of my presence. The rawness of his voice, the pain laced within it, made me ache in a way I hadn’t in so long.

The last note lingered in the air, and for a heartbeat, everything was still.

It was then that he finally looked up, his eyes meeting mine, and everything came crashing down. His gaze widened, the flicker of recognition flashing through his expression before he quickly looked away, as though unsure whether he should be relieved or hurt by my presence.

I couldn’t move. I wanted to run to him, to pull him into my arms, but my feet stayed glued to the ground.

After what felt like forever, Felix lowered his guitar, his hands trembling slightly as he wiped his face. “Y/N,” he said, his voice shaky, as if he wasn’t sure if he was seeing things. “I… I didn’t think you’d come back.”

The words hit me like a tidal wave, and I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “I didn’t know where you were,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I’ve been searching for you, Felix. Every day, wondering… wondering where you went.”

He stared at me, his lips parting slightly, as though he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words. “I—” he stopped himself, his gaze falling to the ground. “I didn’t want to keep waiting, Y/N. I thought… I thought maybe you had moved on, that I was just a memory to you.”

I stepped forward, my heart pounding, every part of me aching to be near him again. “Felix, you were never just a memory. I’ve thought about you every day since I left.”

He looked up at me then, his face softening, a faint glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. “Really?”

I nodded, taking another step closer. “I’m so sorry I disappeared. I had to leave, but I never stopped caring about you. Never stopped thinking about the life we could have had.”

He let out a breath he’d been holding, his lips curling into a small, bittersweet smile. “I should’ve known you’d come back… but I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

We stood there for a long moment, just looking at each other, everything between us unsaid but understood. The years had passed, but it felt like nothing had really changed. The pull between us was still there, as strong as ever, and in that instant, I knew that I hadn’t just come back for the town, for my family, or for anything else.

I had come back for him.

Felix set his guitar down gently on the ground, and without a word, he took a step toward me. “I’m glad you’re here, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “I never stopped hoping you’d return.”

And this time, I wasn’t leaving. Not without him.

I took a deep breath, the weight of the past year pressing on my chest. Felix’s words had opened a door I thought I’d locked away for good, but now that I was standing here, face-to-face with him again, everything came rushing back.

“I’ve been looking for a house,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “My parents… they’re moving to a bigger, fancier place soon. They’re leaving the town behind for something even more ‘suitable’ for their status, and I… I can’t go with them, Felix.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “You’re leaving your family?”

I nodded, the truth tasting bitter on my tongue. “I don’t have a choice, really. They want me to go, but I can’t. I’ve been looking for a place on my own, somewhere I can start fresh. A place where I can make my own decisions without their expectations hanging over me.”

Felix stepped closer, his eyes softening with understanding, though there was a flicker of concern in his gaze. “But what about everything you’ve known? Your life, your family…?”

I bit my lip, the uncertainty swirling within me. “I’ve spent my whole life living for them, doing what they wanted. But it’s not my life, Felix. I’ve realized that. I don’t want to keep pretending that it is.”

Felix’s expression softened even more, and I could see the mixture of admiration and sadness in his eyes. He reached out, gently taking my hands in his. “I’m not asking you to leave everything behind, Y/N. But if you need to, if you want to do this… I’m here. I’ll help you.”

A lump formed in my throat as his words hit me harder than I expected. Here he was, offering me everything he had—his support, his love, his understanding—when all I had to give him in return was uncertainty and fear of the future.

“I don’t know where this will lead, Felix,” I said quietly. “But I can’t go back to that life. I can’t be who they want me to be anymore.”

Felix’s thumb traced the back of my hand as he held it, his smile small but steady. “Then let’s figure it out together. I know things aren’t easy, but you don’t have to face them alone.”

I blinked back tears, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. The future was still uncertain, still full of questions, but in that moment, with Felix by my side, I knew I was no longer walking it alone.

“So, you’ve been looking for a house?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. “Maybe we can find one together, huh?”

I smiled softly, the warmth in my chest spreading. “Maybe. But first… I think I need to hear you sing something else. Something that isn’t so heartbreakingly beautiful.”

Felix laughed, the sound light and carefree, and for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to laugh with him.

It didn’t take long for Felix and me to find our way back to the lake. It was like the world had conspired to bring us to this place again—where everything had started, where time felt like it had stood still. The lake shimmered in the fading light of the sunset, its surface painted with shades of orange and pink, the air cool and refreshing. It was as though the world had paused just for us, granting us this moment of peace.

Felix sat on the edge of the old wooden dock, his guitar resting on his knee, looking out over the water as the last remnants of daylight dipped below the horizon. I sat next to him, close enough to feel the warmth of his presence, but not so close that it felt like I was rushing the moment. We had time now. Time to let things unfold at their own pace.

“I used to sing here, you know,” Felix said softly, his eyes distant as if lost in his own thoughts. “Before everything changed. It was just me and this lake. And my guitar. But now… it feels different.”

I nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. “I know. It’s like everything that’s happened has led us right back here. To this place.”

Felix smiled, a hint of sadness in his expression. “Yeah… I think it’s where I first felt like I could be myself, you know?”

I turned to him, my heart full. “I feel that, too.”

He let out a quiet breath and adjusted his guitar, his fingers resting on the strings. “Well, then… let’s make it our place again. You and me.”

And with that, he began to play, the familiar strumming of his guitar echoing in the stillness. His voice followed soon after, soft but filled with emotion. It was the song that had become his anthem over the past year, the one he’d sung to himself when he felt lost, when he needed to remember who he was.

“Are you lonesome tonight?” he sang, his voice low and rich, the words carrying through the twilight. “Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart?”

The song, filled with longing and quiet sorrow, floated through the air like a whisper, wrapping around us both. I closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me, each note and word feeling like it was written just for us.

Felix’s voice cracked slightly as he reached the bridge of the song, the raw emotion behind it too much to contain. “I never knew that I’d be so lonely… until you left.”

The words lingered in the air, and I could feel the weight of them in my chest, in my heart. Felix had always sung from his soul, but tonight, it was like he was singing directly to me, for me. And as the last notes of the song faded, I felt something in my chest loosen—a tight knot of grief, uncertainty, and longing finally unraveling.

I reached out, resting my hand on his arm. “Felix… I never wanted to be apart from you.”

He stopped playing, his gaze turning toward me, the fading sunlight casting soft shadows across his face. He reached for my hand, his fingers lacing with mine, and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly at peace.

“Then we don’t have to be anymore,” he whispered, his voice steady, sure. “Not ever again.”

The sun finally dipped below the horizon, the sky now a deep shade of indigo, and the stars began to twinkle above us. Felix and I sat there for a while, just holding hands, listening to the night around us. And I realized then that, no matter what the future held, I had everything I needed right here—this moment, this lake, and Felix by my side.

A few weeks had passed since that evening by the lake, and Felix and I had slipped into a comfortable rhythm. We had become inseparable, the bond we shared deepening with every passing day. We had both found a sense of peace, of direction, that we hadn’t known before, and now, we were on a mission: to find a house.

The town had changed a little over the years, but it still felt like home. As we strolled down the cobblestone streets, Felix was walking beside me, holding the local newspaper in one hand and flipping through the housing listings with the other. His brow furrowed slightly as he scanned the columns, muttering under his breath about the prices and locations.

“So,” I began, my voice light and excited as I walked alongside him, “I’ve been thinking about what kind of house I want. Something small but cozy, you know? A place that feels like it belongs to me.”

Felix glanced over at me, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I think that’s what we’re both looking for. Somewhere we can start fresh, make our own space.”

I nodded enthusiastically, my mind racing with ideas. “I want a house with a big front porch, one with a swing where I can sit and drink coffee in the mornings. Maybe a few rose bushes lining the walkway… something that feels like it’s always been mine.”

Felix chuckled, the sound warm and full of affection. “You’ve got it all planned out, huh?”

“Of course!” I grinned, nudging him lightly with my elbow. “I’ve imagined it for so long. I want it to have a big kitchen, too—somewhere I can bake and cook, and we can sit around the table together. It has to feel like home. You know what I mean?”

“I do,” Felix said, his tone sincere. He glanced back down at the paper, his eyes scanning the listings again. “I like the idea of having a space where we can just be ourselves, where we don’t have to worry about anyone else’s expectations.”

“That’s exactly it,” I agreed. “I don’t want a house that’s just a house. I want it to be ours. A place we can make memories, grow together…”

Felix stopped walking for a moment, pulling my attention away from the paper as I caught his gaze. His eyes were soft, and there was a warmth in them that made my heart flutter.

“You know,” he said quietly, “I’ve never really thought about a house being more than four walls and a roof. But now, with you… I can actually picture it. I can picture us, here, in this town, starting a life together.”

The words hit me like a wave, and I had to take a moment to breathe. There it was—he was talking about a future. A real future. The kind I hadn’t dared to imagine, even after all this time.

Felix cleared his throat, as if suddenly realizing how serious his words had sounded. “But… don’t worry. We’ll find the perfect place, I’m sure of it.”

I smiled, squeezing his hand. “I don’t need the perfect place. I just need it to be with you.”

He grinned, the same Felix I had fallen in love with all those months ago. “Then we’ll make it perfect, together.”

We continued walking, the rhythm of our steps matching, the sun hanging low in the sky as we passed house after house, each one a possibility. Some were too big, some too small, but with every house we passed, we both knew we were getting closer. It wasn’t just about finding a place to live—it was about finding a place to build our lives together, to lay the foundation for a future that felt like it belonged to us.

As we turned the corner, a little cottage at the edge of town caught my eye. It had a white picket fence, a small garden out front, and a porch swing. The windows were wide, the front door welcoming. It wasn’t perfect, but it was everything I had dreamed of.

“That one,” I said, pointing toward the house with a grin. “That’s the one, Felix. I can already see us there.”

Felix looked at the cottage, then back at me, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “You sure? It’s not even listed.”

“I’m sure,” I said, my heart racing. “It feels like home already.”

He squeezed my hand, his eyes bright with affection. “Then let’s go see if we can make it ours.”

And just like that, the dream we had been building began to take shape, one step at a time.

The day we got the house felt like a dream. It wasn’t just the house itself, but the life that came with it—the one Felix and I were about to create together. The little cottage with the white picket fence, the porch swing, the windows that let in just the right amount of sunlight. It was perfect, in a way I hadn’t imagined. It was ours, and that was all that mattered.

The move was a bit overwhelming, though. Coming from my parents’ grand estate, I didn’t have much to bring with me. Most of the furniture, the fine china, the lavish things I’d grown up with, were all left behind. My parents didn’t see it as a loss, of course. They had their new home, their new life, but I… I wanted to make this place feel like mine, like it was truly ours.

Felix and I spent hours sorting through boxes, laughing at the mismatched things we had—an old lamp I found tucked in the attic of the house, a couch that had seen better days, and the few sentimental items I had brought along: some old books, a picture frame from my childhood. I’d gotten the essentials, but we were still building everything else.

But there was one thing I didn’t mention to Felix. I didn’t tell him how I’d secretly used some of my parents’ funds to make the purchase happen. The house was just under what they could afford to give me, and after everything had fallen apart with my family, I knew it would be easier to buy something without them finding out.

I could’ve felt guilty about it, but in that moment, all I felt was relief. It wasn’t as though I was taking from them—it was my own money, after all. But still, the secret weighed on me. I didn’t want Felix to know. I didn’t want him to feel as though I was using something that should’ve been a gift from my family to us. I wanted us to stand on our own two feet, even if that meant starting small.

As we unpacked the last of the boxes and arranged the furniture, Felix looked around the living room, his eyes lighting up. “It feels like home, Y/N. It really does.” His words were simple, but they hit me in the chest, making everything I’d done worth it.

I smiled softly, trying to push the guilt from my mind. “Yeah, it does. I think it’s because we’re here. Together.”

Felix grinned, his hands reaching for mine. “You know, this place doesn’t need to be perfect. As long as we’re here, that’s all that matters. We’ll make it our own, no matter what.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of those words settle over me, reminding me that what really mattered wasn’t how much we had, but the love we shared. And as we stood there in that little house, I knew—no matter how we got here—it was exactly where we were meant to be.

[craftynacholight]

Hi guys!! This is my first Story! I hope you like it and pls ignore any mistakes and enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, little bit fluff, no proctection(wrap it up stay safe pls♡), piv, dom Felix, Sub innocent cocubine fem Reader,

*Felix is a powerfull Emporer of the korean empire in 1500s. He has 10 cocubines because its the kingdoms rules. He never really takes advantage of it. As he rather treats them with distance but with care so they can live Well with food clothes everything necessary.*

*Until one day He found a poor young girl in the village with no home or family almost freezing to death. So he took her in as his cocubine. She lived in his big palace. Along with the other cocubines. She got food fresh clothes bed room everything. As you sleeped all in a huge bedroom with silky floor beds and cozy chill room. Every night Felix would come into your shared room. To watch over you and the othe cocubines. He mostly enjoyed just leaning against the doorframe ans listen to your girly talk your relaxing and calm female company. And then tell you when its bed time*

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*But today Felix choose you as his cocubine company while listening to politically Letters and making decishions for the country. He sat majestetical on the luxurious carpet leaning his back against the prince backrest with a narrow desk infront of him*

As meanwhile i was dressed up beatifully and neatly. My sweet older cocubines sisters made my make uo and everything. As i Was nervous since i never done that before but normaly cocubines only should sit with the Emporer and be his company. I came inside leaded by his guards with my head low timidly looking around. I bow to Felix and didn't know where to sit as a cucubine.

*He looked up from his paper smiling at you. As he watched you look around a bit unsure as you were very new to the cocubines life still.He puts down his paper on a table next to him. He then leans forward and reaches out his Hand.* "Come closer" *He says with his deep raspy yet warm voice. As you stand right infront of him now his eyes wanders up and down your female shape before he pats his thighs indicating you should sit in his lap*

I was slightly confused and surprised. I slowly elegantly sit down his lap on his left thigh and rest my hand on his firm chest and shoulder while curiously quietly listening to him and watch what he is doing. It suprising since usualy he never wants a cocubine close but didn't mind it since it was his decishion.

*As You sit there now leaning against his chest on His thigh. He moves one hand on to your hip to steady you and make sure you feel secure in his lap. Felix picks up the paper again to read the political letters that he has to make decishions on. As he speaks in his raspy deep voice now as his lips are right next to your sensitive small ear.* "I need you to tell me your opinion on this decishion.." *He whispers into your ear as he hands you one paper about foreign land he doesnt know If he should build a relationship with or not.*

I curiously read thru the Letter thoughtfully and hesitate if im allowed to voice my own opinion. As i spoke softly and look at his face.''I know thats the france family of Napoleon.....i would avoid helping him at war. You while lose soldiers and make enemys and get nothing back.''

*He listen to you very intently. Eyes focused on your beatiful features before they wander down your body. Felix thinks for a second.*"Is that so why? What makes you think this way?" *He asks softly as his hand on your waist rubs your warm skin gently*"I want your honest opinion my love." *He says softly as he turns your head to face him. His handsome face looks down at you and His eyes show that he respects you a lot.*

I swallow nervously and think for moment if i should keep saying my opinion and knowledge ''Because King Napoleon often betrays to his partners who helps him in wars. So his Partner mostly ends up with a lot of Loss of money soldiers and farmers''

*He strokes your cheek softly as he listen to you talk. He then smiles as he has made his decishion. Leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.*"Thank you love" *He says as he takes the Letter and puts it aside indicating he Will avoid contact with them. Felix then wraps both his arms around your small waist and he pull you to himself so your back is firmly against his broad chest*

*He then moves his one hand to your leg and starts stroking your thigh. His other Hand moves up to gently wrap around your neck and rest against your shoulder. And he leans in to whisper into your ear*"I trust you love You are smart and strong. And i want you to be my voice." *He says softly as he kisses your neck softly. He then gently turn you around in his lap so you are straddling him. And he strokes your cheek softly*"This Will be fun.." *He then grabs another paper. He then picks up the next Letter and start reading it*

I feel shivers run down my spine and try not to squirm when his lips meet my delicate skin. I was abit surprised by the intimate position but i let him do as he pleases since i was his cocubine after all. And hold onto the rules the other cocubines taught me. As curiously look at the Letter while resting my delicate hands gently on his firm shoulders.

*He wraps one strong arm around your waist. Keeping you close to his body while the other reaches up to rest on the side of the table you are both leaning against. Felix watches you read and look at the Letter. He loves the feeling of holding you. And the sight of your small body being held by his firm body. After a few seconds He slowly leans in to take your small soft hand. And bring it under His clothing so you can feel on his abs and the strong muscles. He then leans in to whisper into your ear:*

***"Keep reading..''***

I swallow nervously and blush when he keeped on kissing my sensitive skin of my neck and roaming his hands over my body all gently. Nuzzling against me giving me goosebumps, making sure i Was melted puddle in his arms an get me wet and ready for him wich i didn't know. I feeled flustered when i feel his chilsede abs and his slender but muscular waist and torso. I keep on reading the Letter for him and try to focus and not squirm.

''Dear Emporor we need to.....''

As i continue to read out loud for him and stutter and gasp from time to time.

*He continues to hold you against his body as he keeps placing gentle kisses along your sensitive neck and collarbone. His lips trailing along and peppering soft kisses in random patterns. His hand on your waist then sneak up to gently start removing the top of your dress.*"Focus my love.." *He says softly against your neck* "Finish reading.." *He says softly as he finishes untying your dress and he lets the fabric fall to the floor*

My breath hitched in my throat and blush. As i slowly got nervous when my pink hanbok dress sleeves slide down exposing my delicate pale shoulders and cleavelage.''My apologie my lord....''I spoke softly trying hard to focus and keep my voice steady while reading.''We kindly ask you to send soldiers in west korea to keep the Farmers safe from the Western soldiers''

*He gently pulls the fabric down even further revealing more of your soft pale skin. His hands gently caressing your waist softly and his breath fans out over your exposed cleavage. He continues to let you read out loud while His hands moves to your back to untie your hanbok. He moves his hands to gently cup your delicate small soft breasts causing shivers run down your spine. He gently sucked on your hardened nippel for a moment before he leans in to whisper into your ear.*"Keep reading My love " *He says softly while his hands move to your shoulders to gently pull apart the hanbok so it falls to the floor and leave you naked in his lap*

My breath hitched softly and widen my eyes for moment as i was completely nude in his lap. My slender beautiful pale body bare to his eyes. As i Was still straddling him i swallow nervously and continue to try focus on reading. My voice stutters a bit when shivers run down my body from his touch. ''So we need the Senator the best...*gasp* General Minho...hmmm. And some soldiers...'' I continue to look over my shoulder on the desk behind me trying to read the Letter. while gently gripping his strong shoulders. But he was making it so damn hard feeling his warm rough palm brush over my soft delicate breasts gently. While his ither hand sneaked down between my legs testing my Wetness. His skilled fingers gently rub my cliet making sure to feel pleasure as well. As usual man didn't care about womans pleasure in back in the days

*He smirks as you do your best to follow his orders and keep reading out loud. He let's you read for a few moments before deciding to have just a little fun with you. His hands moves down to firmly grip Your waist. He leans in to whisper in your ear in his soft deep voice laced with desire.* "Hold on love " *He says as he suddenly stands up from the chair. He then suddenly places you on the narrow table infront of Him while picking up the Letter and holding It out for you. And he leans down over you pushing his hips against yours between your legs. As he kneeled on the soft luxurious carpet. He places two fingers over your wet slit gently rubbing over your clit and teasing you. He looks down at you with attraktiv cold pokerface wich barely hide his Lust and amusement having you in his mercy.*

I let him lay me on the narrow table. As i gasp softly and moan in surprise. As he uses me for his pleasure. It was unexpected since he has never sleeped with a cocubine before. I swallow nervously as i watch him untie his black luxurious hanbok with golden dragon on it. As he taked out his veiny hard member and expose a hint of his well defined strong sixpack on his slender but muscular torso. He slowly teases my clit and entrance with his thick mushroom tip. Causing a wimper from my pretty lips. His breath ragged slightly as he slightly pushed his thick member into me and bottoms me out causing a quick whine in surprise from me. I feel my legs getting slowly weak from how good he was stretching me out he waited for a moment before he spoke firmly after letting me adjust to his size. ''Did i say stop?''

I tried to compose myself, swallowing nervously, gripping onto his shoulder with one hand gently queezing his muscles in pleasure my eyebrows crunch slightly. As i hold the Letter in my other hand trying hard not to moan and read the Letter.''This a Letter from...Ah!...Master Shin...the mhm...Chinese King the third....he ask for peace bond...ah~' I try to keep a steady voice while he slowly yet deeply fucks into me...with each snap of his hips into me.

*He smirks as you do your Best to read the Letter out loud for him. His smirks grows as he watches you struggle to be able to speak out the words. He leans down to kiss your neck softly. Whispering against your skin*"Keep reading love.." *His hands grips your hips firmly as he pulls your hips to meet his movements and sharp slow snaps of his hips. His moans are raspy and soft as he loves every sounds you make*

I panted heavily as it was harder to speak from pleasure. As i practically was fuzzy in my mind. As he keeps on toying with the soft spoongi spot deep inside of me with his tip. He knew to well how to able his hips''He want a peace between you....Ah!ah! Ah! and stop the war. Mhm~...he is willing to give 500 Farmers-... Oh lord!~'' i cry out as i feel myself getting closer to orgasm as i continue to speak out of breath ''and 200 soldiers...'' I lay my head back against the wood of the desk and moan closing my eyes and twisting my face in pleasure for moment trying to compose myself.

*He lean forward and rest His lips against your neck so he gets better access to the sweet spot. He then start kissing softly and sucking on your soft flesh.* "What Will you suggest Love " *He asks raspy as his hips continues to move. But pants in your ear and groans when your sweet poor walls clench around him. As he fucks into you faster.*"Focus.." *He says quietly as he watches your face*

I wimper and moan when his hips snap into mine abit slower for a moment so he can read the Letter. My delicate legs trembled around his hips as he starts thrusting into me in a fast pace with no mercy.''Its good choice- ah! Ah! Ah! to accept! Mhm! you get big win with Farmers ngh~ and you will have friend by your side....aha~..''

*He a small smirk moves his lips when he feeld your about to cum as He Listens to your words. He then moves his lips away from your neck and looks into your eyes while still fucking into you with now deep rough thrust abusing that sweet spot inside of you.*"You are such a good girl.." *He says softly* "Helping the king.." *He says with a small smirk. He then leans in to kiss your lips softly*"You are very loyal Love"~

[linoxpudding]

Confessions (Maknae line)

pairing: skz maknae line x reader

genre: slight angst, fluff

Hyung Line

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Kim Seungmin (colleagues to lovers)

Yang Jeongin (bff to lovers)

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Poly SKZ!Fake Texts - "Your nails are too long"

✧ Pairing: Ot8!Skz x Afab!Reader - explicit content [ MDNI ] ✧ CW: Themes of marking, Jeongin being a menace and Seungmin being a snitch

✧ a/n: I have writers block & burnout so another fake text post for you all! I write these the most. I'm usually just casually creating them soooo until I can actually finish a fic please enjoy these!❣️

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[1nthedarknessofthenight]

﴾ let me blow your mind

pairing: badboy!han jisung x f!reader

genre: one-shot, high school au, smut

word count: 10,1K

warnings: a lot of marking! ⋆ groping! ⋆ biting!⋆ light!spanking ⋆ experienced!han and inexperienced!reader ⋆ dry humping ⋆ oral (f. and m. receiving) ⋆ dirty talking (han has a nasty mouth) ⋆ cunnilingus ⋆ squirting ⋆ face!cumshot

summary: you noticed him watching you from afar, though it never occurred to you why han jisung, the school’s bad boy, would be watching a shy, nerdy girl like you, but before you can even blink, you are thrown into a world of pleasure and right into his greedy hands

request by @khandzilla

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He thinks you are doing it on purpose. Your teeth nibbling, chewing at your pencil. Pink tinted lips, wrapping around it and staining it — and he just knows that the lip balm you always apply is strawberry flavored. You always sit at the front of the class, like the good student that you are and even from the back of the room, he can see the sweat glistening on your skin. In his opinion schools should not be open at such weather, but he isn’t that against it, because he could see more of your white thigh highs sliding down your yummy thighs. Such a good student — there has never been a day when he hasn’t seen you wearing the school uniform. You always made it look so good and especially when the weather was too much your luscious skin to handle. The sleeves of your white blouse are rolled up and to his delight few buttons undone at the top, but to his displeasure hair not put up to show off your neck. Everyday he tried to at least catch a glimpse of new skin.

But it wasn’t enough for him. He ignores his friends snickering, the loud noise disturbing his thoughts for a split second. His head falls into his hand, leaning to the side when of the students moves before him and into his view. He is only pulled away from his thoughts when you turn around to look at the teacher. He only at that realized that the teacher is walking around the class to hand out their graded tests. Han doesn’t even have to see it, he knows that he totally blew it. It didn’t matter, l the only good grade that matters is yours.

No, he doesn’t want to say that it’s a crush. To be honest it’s a borderline obsession. He wouldn’t go to school so often if you weren’t there, he doesn’t even care about keeping up his reputation anymore. He had basically memorized your whole schedule — you are always the first person in class, glasses almost falling off your nose as you are always buried in some textbook, you are always eating few pieces of fruit during the third break — strawberries, just like your lip balm, are your favorite, then your are eating lunch at the far corner of the cafeteria where you are looking out of the window and mostly, he memorized how you would always push your skirt down — how your tits would strain against your blouse and how you would apply your lip balm with that cute pout — there’s a individual obsession just with your lips and he wonders if they taste just as sweet as the look…and from what he has seen, you are also super sweet. He doesn’t talk to you, he wants to, but it’s way more fun making you flustered when you catch him staring. He wonders if you like him, because you are shy around literally everyone, however he wants to say that he is the one. He didn’t talk to you, just observed you, waiting for the golden opportunity to arrive and when the teacher goes to hand him his test he sees it.

Han notices the teacher’s frown before even seeing his score. “Do something about it, buddy…” Sighs out Mr. Lee, his tone almost sounding fatherly. Pity is the last thing Han wants, and he knows his friends won’t offer it anyway. They laugh at his score, loudly cheering when one of them matches it. Zero, in bold red and circled, just as he expected. He’s never been good at this sort of thing — put him in an English class and he will score the highest, when it comes to a physics test, only one person can do that.

Han looks up from the paper, eyes going back to the front and he has to hide a small smile appearing on his face, when he sees you already looking at him. Just from the corner of your eye, subtly, masking it as if you are looking at the teacher who happens to reach your desk at that moment. You tried to be sneaky, but when you met his eyes, you instantly look away, almost giving yourself a whiplash. “Good job, Y/N.” Says the teacher and you flash him a small smile of gratitude, putting your 100% marked test on your desk. And then Han sees it.

Maybe it’s easier than he thought.

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You already sprayed the entire capsule of your portable perfume on yourself. You are sweating from head to toe and you for the first time wished that you were wearing anything other than your uniform right now. Even if your tie is loose, it feels like it’s choking you, scratching at your neck. You also hope no one, especially him, can smell your nerves. You feel like you died a little when you caught him staring again and you know, you can’t possibly face him anymore. You are already in rush you want to say, few hours of classes still ahead of you, so when you dash out the door that’s your excuse. Though can’t help, but wonder if he will ever talk to you and just as the thought crosses your mind, you hear someone call out to you.

“Y/N—“ The well known voice sings out your name. You feel your heart jumping, stopping in the packed hallway. You feel so many eyes on you right now, the cheerleaders few feet away from you, glaring daggers at you. You are already feeling hot, but now you are sweating just from the way he said your name. To be honest you thought he didn’t even know you which is kind of stupid — you always catch him looking at you, but you want to say that it is just a coincidence every single time. You slowly turn around and you breathe out shakily when he literally jumps right in front of you.

Han breathes heavily, chest rising up and down and you can’t look at him when his shirt is so open that you think he should be dress coded. Your eyes fall onto his tie instead, hanging low on his neck, but you still see the bright smile on his face. You don’t even want to think about how you two look next to each other. You — hugging your textbooks close to your chest as much as possible to calm your racing heart, hair sticking to your sweaty skin and him — shining brighter than a star, effortlessly gorgeous and confident in his stance.

He pushes his hair back, eyes wide to get a full look at you. You are slouching a little to appear smaller and he almost coos at how cute you look, however his eyes go a little lower and not in innocent manner. No one can judge him for looking down your blouse when your tits are perfectly smashed together and thinking about licking your salty sweat off them. His nose is hit with a big whiff of your perfume and it’s so intoxicating that he almost doubles over. When you push your glasses up on your nose, it pulls him out of the magic spell your perfume held him in. “Are you free after school?” He should’ve said it differently, but the look on your face was definitely worth it.

Your lips parted, finally glancing up at him. You can’t believe those words left his mouth. You feel your heart pounding, ears ringing. However when you give a small glance your eyes drift behind him instead. “Ehm…” Your eyes fall on his friends, leaning on the lockers and staring right at the two of you. They have their lips turned up into smiles and you hope it’s not what you think it is. This can’t be just some kind of joke, because when your eyes drift back to Han his eyes are shinning with hope. “Why?” You ask, quietly not being able to look at him fully from how intensely his stare is.

“Well—“ Han notices your attention drifting off, eyes going back and forth between him and something behind him. He frowns, turning around to look back and when he sees his friends he almost screams. They are visible making you uncomfortable and even if their smiles were nothing, but teasing, he doesn’t want you looking anywhere else than him. With the first word still on the tip of his mouth, he blocks your view with his body, resulting in him standing right in front of you. “You’re really good at Mr. Lee’s class.” Han could have gotten to the point a long time ago, but he purposely makes this small conversation last longer, just to shake you up a bit more.

You feel heat traveling to your face, eyes glaring at his tie, but now he is way closer. The fact he is not afraid to walk into your personal bubble should make you uncomfortable and it in some point does, but it also awakens butterflies in your stomach. You become giddy inside and you can’t hide the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, but it quickly fell at his intense look. “Thank you.” You whisper in question, perfectly done eyebrows rising to your forehead at disbelief. Han bites his lips, just like you are doing right now, completely unknowingly and he swears he can taste the strawberries on your mouth from here.

“Will you tutor me?” He asks and you have to step back a little to glance at him better, because you can’t breathe from how close he keeps getting. You pause at the ‘will’, he already knows that you won’t say no. “I suck so bad at physics and if I don’t do good at the next exam, I’m done. Mr. Lee said you are the only one who can safe me.” He says, exaggerating with his big expressions. He huffs, frowns and mostly looks at you with big puppy eyes.

Han drowns in your bashful state when he says the last sentence, you trying not to melt at his feet from the tone of his voice. You are just so overly taken back by this interaction that it is kind of hard to fully take it all in. You are already shocked that he walked up to you, talked to you and now he wants — no, needs your help? You don’t know if you can take it. “I-I—“ Your mouth is open, words at the tip of your tongue. However your mind is empty as you are not even sure what to say to him. Your mind goes back to his smirking friends and then to those jealous cheerleaders whose glares you still feel on your back. So much attention at once and mostly from him. Han waits, hands in his pockets, but both of you already know what you are going to say next. “I-I guess, I can—“

Han claps, the sound startling you, but he doesn’t see it as he looks at ceiling in greatfulness, though you don’t know it is mostly because of something else. “Thank you, Y/N! You’re a savior!” You shrink back at his loud voice, few people passing by you whispering to themselves. You feel hot, ready to pass out. You didn’t say yes, but also not no, you are not really sure what you wanted more — to go home after school or tutor him, well, he seems to know the answer for you. “Meet me before the school after?” Han says, already jumping back to walk back to his friends.

Your shuttering is cute, glasses fogging up at the bottom from your heavy sigh. “Oh, yeah!” Your voice breaks at the end and you want the floor to swallow you whole, but he only flashes you one of his dazzling smiles at the sound.

You stand there frozen in your spot, looking at him with small disbelief. You are already full of anxiety from just imagining yourself talking to him, he on the other hand only feels delight. He beams brightly, ignoring the remarks from his friends to look back at you for the last time. His eyes fall to the back of your thighs, hand keeping up your right sock up and he just can’t wait to see your skin up close again.

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You are for the rest of the day on high alert, but at the same time and for the first, you see yourself not paying too much attention to your classes. Your hands are shaking, lip quivering. You don’t see Han anymore till lunch, however your eyes are staring into your book, though not even reading. He watched you the whole time, like usually, but other than lunch he didn’t go near you. You noticed that, but maybe you are just delusional, maybe those other times he actually wasn’t really everywhere near you, just like now. Maybe you are actually reading too much into things.

Han on the other hand really tried hard not to go near you. A lot of people were whispering about how there’s something going on between him and the nerdy, shy girl — well, not yet, he wants to say. He stays away from you to make you even more nervous and after school when he finally will meet up with you, you will be all shaken up, shuttering cutely like you always do.

When you stepped out of the school, the sun was already setting. You felt exhausted, but at the same time not at all, because you know you will not be able to relax because of him. For whatever reason…You stood at the end of the stairs to the main entrance, watching people walk by you, chatting. You kept looking down at your phone, reading the time minute by minute. It was getting really late for you and your heart kept beating faster the longer you stood there.

Han thinks he literally breathes just because of you. He can’t help those feelings and the thoughts running through him when he watches you stand there under the stairs, waiting for him. Your hair is tucked behind your ears, glasses hanging low on your nose and he melts when you nervously shift your weight from foot to foot. The way his heart skips a beat when he sees you move to turn around and walk away, breaks him and yet again it pulls him out his thoughts. He can’t let you get away, not when you are already so close, so he runs to catch up with you.

You hear heavy footsteps behind you and you are again startled by a booming voice. “Y/N, wait!” Han yells at you and your ears ring from just how loud he always is. You turn subtly around and he shakes his head at your unusual posture. It looks like you are guarding yourself. “Where are you going?” He asks you, puffing out air.

Shrugging softly, your eyes fall on the lit lamps around you and then the Moon. “Well it’s kind of late…” You are surprised by your leveled voice, but when you turn to look at him your voice dies at the end. You hate when you do that, it’s so embarrassing and even more when infront of him. You are actually surprised he even showed up, because you were really starting to think, it really was a joke after all, but how could you think that? He is so sweet…however, when looking at you, he thinks the exact opposite of himself.

Han is starting to panic a little at your words, walking around you to get a better look at you. “Huh?” He exclaims, glancing at his reflection in your glasses. “You promised to tutor me.” He pouts then, furrowing his eyebrows. You don’t hear the little fake tone in his voice, but his hurt expression melts your guard a little.

You didn’t promise him anything or did you? You can’t even think right now. “The library is closed.” You state softly.

He fights the urge to smirk, smiling only a little. “Yeah, I know.” He definitely knows. “I was thinking about going over to my place…to study of course.” Han drinks up your flustered state, the moment the words left him, you turned away so he wouldn’t see your face of shock. He can taste your shyness on his lips already and he is slowly starting to shake in excitement when you turn back to him.

The thought of going back to his place…it never crossed your mind. You definitely can’t handle being in a basically locked room where there would be just the two of you. On the other hand, you can’t say that the thought isn’t making you curious. “I don’t know…” You mumble, glancing at him briefly.

“Come on—“ He pressed, taking a bold step closer to you. “I won’t keep you up late.” Now there’s that smirk and when you timidly nod, he wants to kneel before you right then and there. The excitement pumping in him almost makes his veins burst, cheeks flushing just by the thought of you sitting on his bed and talking with that cute voice of yours. “Come on then, I won’t bite. It will be just the two of us, don’t worry.” Of course, he didn’t pay his roommate to stay out of their shared flat tonight.

‘Yeah, that’s what worries me’, you think. He walks you two back to his place, you keeping a small distance from him and he definitely didn’t like that. He lets you though, he would let you do anything and everything. Walking with you, his steps are quick, just to have more time with you inside his room. He really wants to know what is going on in the little head of yours. He wants to get under your skin, know your biggest likes and dislikes, fears and desires — what makes you shake. Han is acting crazy around you and you don’t even see it. You are so smart, but also such a dummy...He needs to show you, make you feel what you deserve.

The walk is silent, but it doesn’t take long before you two are standing in the elevator, waiting for it to lift you up to the 10th floor. It’s unusually quiet, no parties, no one in your way and he sees it as a blessing. You are not looking at him, even when you finally get into his shared apartment, but he knows he has your attention. He licks his lips, dry and thirsty and his whole head is spinning when he enters his room with you right behind him.

Your eyes go around his room, genuinely surprised by how clean it is. The walls are full of movie posters, musicians — your eyes land on his desk which is messy on the other hand. When you see the known magazine peeking out of the scattered papers, you instantly feel heat rising to your cheeks. You realize that he has been watching you the whole time when you glance at him and you are weakened by his look. His fingers play with the blue tie around his neck, nibbling at the material, loosening it and you breathe out sharply at the sight.

He finally has you in his room, he couldn’t believe it. “Take a seat.” Han says, gesturing to his unmade bed. Your eyes widened a little and his on the other hand close a little when your fingers just barely graze over his duvet.

“Here?” You mumble, playing with the strap of your shoulderbag.

He laughs, he has to. “Don’t act like you have never been in a boy’s room before.” He snickers, pulling out his phone from his pocket, but he doesn’t hear anything from you. His heart beats faster and he can’t help, but look somehow excited by your silence. “Fuck…really?” He is in disbelief, looking at you, just as you take a seat on the edge of his bed.

He is smiling wide and you thankfully don’t see it, attention on your sock clad feet instead. You are embarrassed to admit it and also too shy to lie. You can’t never lie or say no, it angers you a little, but Han could do that for you if you let him. He could be your voice, yours everything if you let him. Seeing you sitting on his bed, arched back as you fumble inside your bag is not helping him keep his sanity. Your tucked blouse rides up, exposing the skin of your lower back and he has to distract him by going through his playlist.

When you take out your small notebook and your phone, you suddenly hear a soft hum of music from behind you. Turning around, you see Han putting down his speaker which is playing a way too inappropriate song to listen to while studying. The low bass makes you vibrate and the thoughts of doing something completely different fill your mind. Why does he have to keep doing that? He is getting under your skin with his smooth moves and what you want to say, flirting. You don’t even know what it stands for really, maybe playing music while walking to your bed to lay down you means nothing.

“Won’t that be distracting you?” You wonder out loud, eyes still on the speaker even if he goes to sit on the bed with you.

“Not really.” He says, while looking at you. “Just don’t want you to hear my thoughts.” He whispers and you shiver at the tone of his voice, however you masked it well by shuffling a little more up on the bed. His eyes immediately fall down your shirt, watching your tits jump from your moves and he swears he can see the lace of your bra — was it baby pink?

“So what do you need help with?” You cough in your hand not to shutter again and it worked out well for you. You push for glasses up your nose, fanning your skirt so it drapes over your thighs, but from his point of view, he still can thankfully see your skin.

“Everything, honestly.” He laughs shortly.

You nod. “Let’s start with the basics then—“

You swear, he does it on purpose. Pushing his hair back, leaning back on his hands, looking with you with that twinkle in his eyes again and again. You don’t know what it is, you are not sure if you want to know. Every time your mouth would open, his attention drifts away, yet he looks only at you. You can see it in his eyes that he is somewhere else and it definitely reflected in his answers. Every one was incorrect and you don’t want to say that you are starting to get frustrated, but you explained everything to him at least twice, you told him a couple of good ways how to solve the questions, but no.

Also, something else didn’t help you keep your cool either. His room was awfully hot, even worse than a school’s classroom. You want to say it’s the weather, not those fuckboy-like songs — his playlist is vile or the way his also sweaty chest glistened in the city’s lights. The soft night breeze couldn’t reach your skin nor the sounds of cars under his window, you were really starting to drown in yourself. Han kept getting closer and closer, subtly, but after half an hour, it became clear to you. He was sitting in the middle of the bed, like the textbooks, while half of your ass was basically hanging out of the bed. If he gets any closer you think you will start to hyperventilate.

Han of course noticed your behavior. It surely must be because of him, your voice kept going lower, quieter, the more he shuffled closer to you. Your skin was almost drenching with sweat and the way your perfume flooded his whole room, he thinks, he will never open his bedroom window ever again. He can’t say that he also isn’t sweating and you definitely noticed that, because your eyes kept drifting to his naked chest. Maybe he should’ve changed and maybe he should’ve let you borrow something, so he then could cuddle with it later, but it would only ruin his fantasy.

He smiles again at your cute frown of frustration, it’s nice seeing something different on your face. Your pretty voice starts to melt more into the song, the more he looks at you. Never had been in a boys room…huh, he wonders if you have ever been with anyone before. One side is telling him yes, because — fuck, look at you. The school’s uniform looks on you way more sinful that it should and also your plush body, pink lips and pretty eyes hidden behind your glasses. Also you are a sweet person! Why does he keep forgetting about that? You are way more than your looks, you have brains and also charm that you don’t even know about. He wants to do more with you than just this, way more, but his filthy thoughts win over. On the other hand, you are just so shy, has someone ever tasted you? Suck at your pretty neck and tits, grabbed a handful of your ass? Tongue fucked you? Pulled your hair? Choked you? Bit you, mark you up…

“Why are you so tense, Y/N?” He cuts you off, not even realizing it, till your lips press into thin line. “Loosen up a little.”

You sigh, putting down your notebook to pull at your tie. “It’s just so hot…” You feel sweat dripping down your back a little, inner thighs glued together, because you didn’t change your position once in fear you would flash him. ‘Pity’, he thinks, staring at you while pulling off your tie with your painted nails — baby pink, just like your lips.

You literally have him wrapped around your finger, how can you not see it? Maybe if you would for once look at him in the eyes for long enough than you would see it. His eyes like to always drift lower and he just can’t help it when you look like that. Why do you? And why do you not see it yourself? Fuck, he wants to show you how pretty you are…He can’t go any longer, his mind is already all over the place and when he sees a glimpse of your bra, he has to fist his pants. Baby pink, like he imagined — he wonders if it matches.

“Yeah, that blouse is…tight.” Han almost moans out loud, but he thankfully bites down his on lip just in time, silencing that sound. Your own eyes drift to your blouse and then back at him. “You can take it off—“ He voices out his thoughts.

You are bewildered, in disbelief from what he just said. He doesn’t even seemed a little bit moved by his own words, leaning back on his hands, eyes fully on you. Did he look into your textbook at least once? Why didn’t you realize that it was on the same page the whole time? Maybe you were too occupied with trying to sound cool and collected and his nonstop staring didn’t help at all. “I don’t think you are even paying attention.” You sigh, playing with the fabric of your skirt.

“How so?” He asks, eyes going over your body and trying to memorize how it looks in the softly lit room.

“Well, you didn’t answer any of my questions right…” Which doesn’t mean, he was not paying attention, but his eyes tell you that you are right. In your state of pushing up your glasses again, you jump slightly in your seat when he sifts his weight to lean closer to you. “Why are you so close?” You ask, lump forming at the back of your throat.

Han stops moving, sitting right infront of you and trying to have a better look at eyes, but there is only the reflection of your phone screen in your glasses, preventing him from doing so. “Ask me again and if I answer correctly, I’ll get a treat.”

You frown. “Why?” You ask him.

“Motivation.”

There is short silence, the only noise being the music coming from his speaker. You take a small look around his room, squirming in your seat. “What do you mean by a treat? I don’t have any sweets…” You say, confused.

He wonders if you are truly so innocent and oblivious or if you are just playing with him. The sincere tone of your voice though told him everything he needed to know. A treat…he bets your lips taste like one. Han moves even closer, moving away your textbooks and you watch him with careful eyes. “I meant you.” He says smoothly with a cheeky smile and you are smacked across the face with his words.

He surprises you way too much and each time it’s a bigger surprise. You almost choke on your own spit, looking at him with wide eyes. “Oh! Oh, I-I…” And you are shuttering again, like always, but he never seems to mind. You are definitely not capable of talking right now, no words running through your mind, only him. Your hand grasping your phone is shaking and he at that points down at it.

“Ask me.”

You take a deep breath, a couple actually, because it’s seems like you can’t find it. Han’s stare is hard, unmoving from your eyes and you have to look down at your phone. Your thumb hovers over the screen, asking yourself if you should keep going. You are already feeling goosebumps on your sweaty skin, just from the thought of him doing something to you, but…what if he doesn’t answer correctly? Han can’t be serious right now…With your heart hammering against your chest, you scroll down the list of questions, trying to find the hardest one, because you don’t know what you would do if he answers it correctly. You don’t know if you want him to, you don’t know what you want. What does he want? You can’t help, but be curious and scared at the same time.

Han can see your internal struggle, but nothing about your body language is telling him, you don’t actually want him. “When a police officer uses a radar gun to measure a vehicle’s speed, what type of speed is measured? “ You ask, blinking at him in the lightly lit room, voice small. You actually think that this question is not even that hard, but seeing him having trouble with the other ones, you are curious what his answer will be.

Han fights to not smirk, while staring at you and he likes how your breath hitches when he confidently pushes all the things on the bed to the floor. “Instantaneous Acceleration.” He leans closer to you and you are having hard time to back away, watching him with mouth open as he puts your phone away.

“That’s correct…” You whisper in small disbelief, because you are starting to think he’s been playing with all along. However you can’t think much about it when he goes to sit right infront you.

Han is shaking inside when he leans over you, you fanning your pretty eyelashes at him and he swears you have never looked prettier. His eyes as well as his hand fall to your exposed leg. He hears the short, sharp intake of air, feeling goosebumps appearing on your skin as he trails his hand up and down. You are silent, squirming a little from how cold his hand is, but he quickly warms it up on your own skin. You are looking at him with big eyes, lips parted as his other hand comes to caress your cheek. Your chest keeps rising rapidly and you know, he can feel your skin lighting on fire. You watch his eyes fall to your lips and yours to his by reflex. “Just a kiss, Y/N.” His voice is like honey, his breath hitting your lips.

The hand on your leg stops at the meat of your thigh and when you feel his thumb rubbing small circles on your cheekbone you are in a daze. “Just one…” You whisper back, mostly to yourself, playing with your fingers nervously.

Han was right — you do taste like strawberries. You are sweet in taste and also in your moves. With your hazy state, he sees the opportunity to let his hand travel to your waist, squeezing immediately. A small noise of surprise falls from lips, just as he leaned to kiss you softly. However the moment he tastes you, the moment he feels the subtle touch of his lips over yours, the moment you made that sound — he needed more. The hand on your waist pulls you closer and at the same time, he presses his lips harder against yours.

You are trying to catch your breath through your nose, but it’s only taken away from you when moves his head to the side to lick into your mouth. Your head is empty, hands gripping at the fabric of your skirt as you try to at least keep up with him. His lips mold into yours, spit gathering in his mouth from hunger. When you poke your tongue against his he looses it. You are overwhelmed and he is not getting enough. Han wants to slurp at your spit, drink you whole in. He wants you to take over his own body, but at the same time, he wants to have you under him. Writhing in pleasure, fidgeting nervously from every move he makes, just like now.

He sticks his tongue in your mouth, tangling it with yours and he groans lowly at that. Your lips meet in nasty sounds that are perfectly mixing with the music he put on — it was perfect. The hand on your waist travels to the front, squishing the soft rolls of your tummy forming by how you are sitting. Even now you are trying to make yourself smaller, but he definitely won’t let you get away. You were so occupied by kissing him back that you let out a loud gasp when he suddenly bites down at your lip.

You pull away from him a little, the best you could do anyway, because he has you in a very tight grip. “Han! What are you doing?” You gasp out, bottom lip tingling in small pain.

Han is out of breath, a little disappointed to be pulled away so soon from you, but when he looks down at swollen lip, it didn’t matter too much. “Kissing you?” He says, smiling breathlessly and looking over your body. He can feel the weight on his hands, but also you are slightly frozen over, looking down at your lap. “Do you want to stop?”

He hopes not, he can’t live on otherwise. The hand holding your delicate face drifts down to your neck, pushing away strands of your hair to lean closer to you. His nose is hit with your sweet perfume again, eyes almost rolling back into his head. Seeing that you are not pushing him away, he leans down to kiss your skin. It tickles you, startles you from how good it feels to have his lips on your neck. He keeps distracting you with his moves, his mouth and you have to squeeze his shoulders to win his attention back. “Han, I—“

“Sorry, just can’t help it.” He whines out and you have to bite at your abused lip to silence your own sounds. You are not even recognizing yourself, while glancing at your reflection in his mirror. His body hovers over yours, both of yours legs almost tangled and you watch him pull away from you just to look down your shirt. “Do they hurt?” You are taken back by his question, following his eyes, seeing him look down your blouse.

Han is way more bold than he himself expected to be, but he can’t do anything other than act on his desires. “No…” Your bottom lip is pouts out and he almost goes to kiss you again, but he decides do something else.

You are gasping, hot breath hitting his face when his hands grasp your underboob. You are chewing already on your lip, watching his hands wrap around your tits, blunt nails digging into your skin. He definitely can feel your nipples hardening when he squeezes both of your tits at the same time. A small whimper leaves your lips and you have to shut your eyes in embarrassment.

Fuck, he knows that he probably looks crazy right now, when he literally drools over the sight of his hands on your tits. The tips of his fingers nibble at your blouse, pushing it to the side to reveal your bra to him. He is in shock that you actually wear something like that to school when someone could just take a peak or spill something over you. The almost see through fabric wraps around you so nicely, cute little bow in the middle and his thumb flickers hungrily over the soft skin spilling over the top. “Hmm, your bra looks really tight…are you sure?” You choked out another sound when he gropes your tits. “You want a massage? You’re always so tense, Y/N—“

You whine, pressing your hand over your mouth when he latches his lips on your nipple, taking the material of your blouse and even your bra inside his mouth. He can taste your perfume, the softener you use, but mostly you. His eyes are still on your scrunched up face, even while drooling over you. “Fuuuuck, look at you—“ When he bites down at your nipple a soft, shy moan leaves you.

“Han…” You breathe heavily, hands in your lap shaking from his mouth on your breast. He switches to your right nipple while his fingers twist and pull at the other. You are trembling already, shivering when he suddenly blows cold air on you. You look drown at him with your eyes droopy, glasses fogged up at the bottom and he definitely doesn’t look any better.

His plump lips are red and swollen, spit all over his mouth and when he leans away from you, you finally see what he has done to you. Your white blouse is soaked through, pink bra showing under the now see through material and you still feel your nipples tingling when he pulls you closer to him. “Closer, come closer—“ His voice is whiny, stuck at the back of his throat. You watch him spread his legs out, caging your body and when he taps both of his thighs you are startled a little.

“On your lap?” You bite your lip, looking at him from beneath your glasses. Han is already nodding his head, pulling you closer to him, scrunching up the material of your shirt between his fingers. His cock is already straining against his pants, twitching at the sight of you. Your skirt rides up when you shuffle your way to him and his hands are already on your waist, eagerly pushing you down on him. And when you did — oh, he almost fucking cums right when your pretty, clothed pussy falls on his cock. “Yeah, that’s it —move a little–“

He is already putting pressure on your hips and you can’t even breathe at that moment. You can feel him under you and it sparks up something in you that you have never felt before. You are embarrassed that you can already feel your underwear sticking to your slick, hands shaking on his wide shoulders. From this angle you see him in new light and he is glowing. His eyes are comically wide, tongue poking out his mouth when he just barely grazes his crotch over yours. “Han, I’ve never..” You whimper at the end, too weak to stop him from moving against you.

His hands are gripping your hips rather painfully, he is aware, but when his cock grazes over your pussy, he blacks out. “It’s okay, let me show you, yeah? Want you to feel good, you want that right? You deserve it so much—“ His mouth is full of you, kissing down your neck. He licks a long stripe over your pulse, wrapping his lips around the pumping vein just to suck at it. Fuck, he is really getting under your skin…

Your hand falls to the back of his neck, crying at how hard he sucks your skin in his mouth, making you burry your nails into his skin and he literally growls. He doesn’t stop at that though, his lips move way lower, right to the skin peaking out of your bra. His saliva drips down your neck to that spot and he sure sees it as a sight to mark it up. You are already calling out his name and he is kind of disappointed in himself that he told his roommate to go, because you definitely deserved to be heard. Your moans, whimpers, choked sighs — no, those are his, his only. He is thriving with the fact that he is the one making you feel like this and he is hoping that he will be the only one.

He needs more of you, he thinks, while nibbling at the soft skin of your breasts. Han pulls away from the spot with a pop! and to his delight you are already looking at him with those glossy eyes of yours. “Someone will see that!” Your voice is still so soft, even if you at trying your hardest to sound angered.

Han glances back to the spot, where a purple hickey is forming and he has to go over it with his fingers. “I don’t care and you shouldn’t either.” Your lips fall into thin line, silent moan coming out of you when he squeezes your tits. Your body looks absolutely sinful in his hands — glasses on your nose almost falling off, neck covered with love bites, white blouse hanging off your shoulders, exposing your pretty tits covered in that pink bra and your legs? You keep squeezing them around him to relief yourself and that makes him grab a hand full of your ass to push your cunt against his cock. “Come on, Y/N, make yourself cum…” Han is literally in heaven when your hips jump forward and when your face shows a shock by the sudden pleasure you start doing it more. “Like that yeahhhh-“

Your breathing is heavy, hands grasping his shoulders, holding for dear life. He wonders if you ever humped your pillow, because you are moving like you did — he has to buy you a pillow with his face on it. He leans back on his hand to get a better look at you. You are pouting, huffing, trying so desperately not to let out any sounds but, he is not having it. His hand pushes your skirt up, just so his hand can meet your cheek with a nasty slap.

The sound echoes in the room and you finally let out a moan, the stinging pain quickly melting into pleasure. “Fuck, I can feel your pussy soaking my cock–“ Han grits through his teeth, his own hips jumping to bump into yours. “You are so pretty — so fucking pretty…you like when I call you that?” Humming, he watches your face become beet red even if your skin is dark in the soft light of his room. He can feel your legs shaking, his hands traveling to your ass to abuse it between his fingers. It almost looks like Han is only using you for his own pleasure and he kind of is.

He is huffing, groaning, spit gathering in his mouth from the sight of you bouncing on him. His hands on your ass jiggle the fat and you whimper in small embarrassment that is only being swallowed by his mouth. Your mouth is basically just hanging open, letting him tongue fuck you, because you can’t simply keep up with his moves. You are already out of breath, hips jumping wildly in pleasure and you know you are on the edge as well as him when he slap your ass again to gain your attention.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum on this cock — fuck, yeah. Make it messy, Y/N, because I want you to soak through my pants, so every time I wear them, I think of you humping your pussy on me—“ A sharp moan leaves you, feeling the rumbling in your lower tummy. You are having a hard time keeping up with your own pleasure, whining from the pain in your thighs, but he thankfully takes over. Han fucks into you rapidly, eyes drifting from your bouncing tits that are falling out of your bra back to your face of euphoria. “That’s it, such a good girl–“

With a loud moan you burry your face into his neck, cumming hard over him. Your legs are shaking from pain and pleasure, eyes blurry with tears. Han is smiling breathlessly like a crazy man, caressing your head, smoothing down your hair. He can feel your hot cunt leaking, cream from your orgasm staining the black material of his pants. His hold is soft, letting you ride out your high just because his minds keeps spinning in images and the image of him burring his face into your spend cunt is one of them.

You are thrown onto the bed and you can’t do much against it in your exhaustion. You sigh when he comes to hover over you, your eyes automatically going to his open shirt and you almost drool at the sight of his abs and tiny waist. “Fuck, baby you are amazing—“ You close your eyes, shying away from him a little and he laughs at that. “Always so shy…” You hum in agreement to his surprise and he at that goes back to suck more at your neck. His bites are mean and also his bold hands that grope everything in their way. His nose tickles your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin. Your hands finally rest upon him, just barely, but he can feel your fingers at the bottom of his shirt. When he looks down is eyes however don’t fall on your fingers, but at the spot right between your legs. Your thigh high socks are still by some miracle, digging into the skin of your inner thighs. Your skirt is flipped up, so he has a perfect view of your underwear and how he hoped, it fucking matched.

The lacy material is already ruined by your leaking pussy and when he if looks carefully enough he can see the outline of your folds. “Holy shit, look at that!” He leans back into his knees while you press your face into his pillow in embarrassment. How can you be so shy when you literally rode his cock just few minutes ago? He thinks, he’s in love…

The panties are deliciously digging into your hips, thighs just begging to be wrapped around his head and how could he resist that. Han shuffles down the bed rather quickly, mouthing at your thigh next and you are left trembling again. You are already exhausted, yet you think you want more — need more. You are curious about what else he can do to make you not feel like yourself anymore. The skin of your inner thighs is sensitive, you know that, because you sometimes like to pinch the skin between your fingers, just like he is doing it with his teeth. “Sensitive—“ You warn him, shuttering as he bites and licks at your thighs.

He looks up to you, not stopping however and then the tip of his tongue is hit with sweetness. His head is already so close to your pussy, but he has to lick up all of your juices from your skin firstly, just replacing it with his spit. “Let me eat your pussy, I need it…I swear, I will make you feel so good—“ You are already nodding your head, fisting the sheets, just as he hooks his finger in your underwear. “Let me blow your mind, baby.”

Han almost pulls out his phone to take a picture, because he has never seen a pussy so pretty. From your orgasm it’s a little swollen, red, clit just begging to be sucked into his mouth. He can smell your arousal from here, but he needs you closer — he needs to drown in you. His hands slide your body down and you yelp form how easily he did that, letting him push your legs up to your chest. You want to cry from his blown out pupils, tongue hanging from his mouth and then finally watching him press the slick muscle against you.

Your body jerks from the new feeling, a little puzzled by it, but you can’t really think straight, when he starts to fuck you with his mouth. Han’s eyes are rolled back into his head, while slurping you all up, sucking at your labia, your hole, just barely letting his tongue slide in and flicking your puffy clit. He can feel it pulsating in his mouth, smacking his lips at your taste — strawberries and cream. Han can’t get enough of how soft you feel, cock painfully pressing against his pants, however it only makes it feel better. The pain combined with the pleasure of eating your cunt is the most erotic thing he has ever felt.

“S-slow down!” A pathetic plea leaves you, but he doesn’t hear it. His nose is buried in you so deep that he has trouble breathing, face becoming red from the low intake of oxygen. He doesn’t need oxygen when he is breathing in something much more pleasurable. He can’t fight his hips from humping against his bed. The hands on the back of your thighs push them further to your chest, letting him press his mouth into your leaking hole. His tongue flattens, licking a long stripe from the rim of your ass to your clit. “Han!” So sweet and tight…

Your pussy sucks his tongue right in, even if you are shaking from overstimulation. He needs to feel you orgasm on his tongue, so he is on a mission to make you cum as fast as possible, just to taste more of you. “How do you taste so good? It’s the fucking strawberries, you always eat, I swear-“ You are literally crying, tears streaming down your face and his hips flew away from the bed, because he almost cums in his pants.

Your hand comes to push his head away simple because you can’t even think from hard he is pressing his tongue against you. Your pussy is on fire, liquid lava filling up your tummy and you literally scream when he starts to slurp meanly at you. The sound is so loud, hand shaking and just lying on his head. You can’t control your trembling body and when he starts to shake his head from side to side, you are crying out, pleading for him to just slow down a little, but he only starts to suck your whole pussy into his mouth. “Han! F-feels weird, ah!” You want to push his head away, but he is acting like possessed, nails digging into your skin and you know there are definitely going to be bruises.

Han can’t stop, not when he tastes the hot cream leaking from your hole, smearing all over his chin. He is shaking inside, because he knows, why you are warning him and that makes him go even harder. His tongue is numb, lips red, but when he goes to suck at your clit, he hears that moan again. Your eyes are wide open, back arching when he nibbles at your nub and this orgasm almost takes you out.

He sees your eyes rolling back into your head and then he feels you squirt all over him, coating his face and bed in your pleasure. His lips are parted, drinking you up and he wants to cry at your beautiful state. “So, good—“ Han is whining, hips jumping in the air, looking at your squirting pussy. Your holes spasm, your painfully swollen slit pulsating on his tongue and he is simply amazed by your body.

“Fuck…” You mumble, feeing your soaked thigh highs melting into you. Han is shocked by the word leaving for pretty lips, while he crawls his way up your exhausted body to kiss you sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips and you have to say you do taste rather sweet. Leaning back, you try to look at him, but your glasses are all the way down your neck, so he puts your glasses back on your nose for you and you immediately sigh in embarrassment at his wet face, shirt and even few strands of his hair. “I’m sorry—“

Han eyes widened at your sad eyes, shaking his head immediately. “No, baby.” He coos, caressing your cheek softly, like he just didn’t make you squirt just by his mouth. He is really a lot to take in. “You did so well for me—“ With each word he kisses a part of your face — your forehead, cheeks, nose, cupid’s bow, before his lips land again on your lips.

“I did?” You shiffle slightly and he feels filthy, because your face is making his cock swell painfully. He needs to cum or he will go mad. You can tell he that he is hurting in his pants, because you can feel his hard cock against your thigh and your eyes quickly fall down to catch a sight of it.

He breaths out in a small disbelief at your move, catching you in act. “Wanna make me feel good too?” Your big eyes gaze at him in wonder. “How about I teach you how to suck a cock?” You sharply gasp at the words coming from his plump lips and he knows that he won’t last long, just by your cuteness. You softly nod your head, just a small shy smile appearing on your face and Han then roughly pushes your cheeks together to maneuver you.

It hurts a little, but you let him guide you to the end of the bed, throwing one of his pillows down on the floor for you to kneel on. You are in a trance, while looking up at him, watching him move down the bed, so his crotch is right before your face. You are looking at his covered cock innocently, hands in your lap. You look heavenly in your post-orgasm state, kneeling before him like a slut…”Come on, baby — pull them down.” Han helps you guide your hands to his zipper, your fingers grazing over him in the process. The sound of the zipper is loud, it rings in your ears like your heartbeat as you watch him push down his pants with his boxers following right after.

Your gasp is delicious, mouth hanging open, eyes only on him. His cock is leaking, droplets of pearly cum coating his flushed, almost purple tip, his balls are swollen, ready to burst at any moment. Han is fully aware that this is your first time seeing someone like this and he really is enjoying himself, because of it. Your eyes keep going up and down, mesmerized by the length and thickness. You don’t know what is considered big, but you are sure Han never let anyone down with his pretty cock.

You watch him closely, when he wraps his hand around himself, squeezing at the base. Han is watching you too — how you bite your lip, how your glasses are slightly dirty from all the activities you two did and how you are keeping a good eye on how he jerks his cock off. “Gimme your hand—“ You are careful, slowly giving him hand. The moment your hand is replaced by his, you sigh in surprise and he groans in pleasure. “Move your hand up and down…yeah, just like that, you are doing so good for me—“ The feeling of him in your hand is weird, but not bad, he feels hard yet squishy and you have to squeeze him to see how it feels. “Fuck! Come closer.”

His hand becomes tangled in your hair and you hiss softly, when he pulls at it, pushing your head closer to him. “Should I lick it?” You asks, shyly, glancing up at him. “Just like you did to me?”

Han wonders where you have been his whole life for a second, before he quickly nods. “Yeah, lick it, baby — suck on the tip too.” Your hot tongue then meets his painful tip and he hears you hum at his taste. Kitten licking it, he pushes your hair away from your face to look at you better.

Your eyes are closed, frown that he knows is from concentration plastered on your face. Your hand is still around him, not moving, maybe because it was too much for your little head to handle, but he still wraps his own hand around yours to move it up his cock. Your eyes shoot open, hand moving now on your own and when you start to kiss at his cock head, he moans in delight. “Squeeze your hand a little…good girl, now suck on my cock—“

Your lips wrap around him, tongue poking at his hole perfectly. You can see why he enjoys giving so much and you definitely want to thank him for that. He’s been so nice to you, making you feel so good. You suck a little harder, mouth already halfway full of him and you for a split second think you may have done it a little too hard, but you are quickly proven wrong.

Han whimpers, the beautiful sound, making you press your legs together. When he pushes your head down further you let him, even if your scalp is on fire from his grip. “Put your hand on my balls and keep your mouth still for me, okay?” You only hum around him, making him whine more. Like he said, your hand unwraps from his cock to travel down his balls, keeping it there and waiting for the next instructions. “Play with them, do what you want with them, while I fuck your mouth.”

You moan around him again, spit pooling out of mouth and down the hand that squeezes his heavy balls. You almost pull away from him when he starts to snap his hips up. You immediately gag around him, breathing through your nose heavily. Han is leaking into your mouth, watching carefully how your throat contracts around him. From having you hump his cock to making you squirt on his tongue and now having your mouth on him, he can’t fight his quickly approaching orgasm.

When your nose and glasses hit the hair on his pubic bone, it makes you gargle a little and he finally knows where he wants his cum. Those fucking glasses — they complement you so well and you look like wet dream right now, his dirty fantasy come true, he wonders what would you do if anyone would catch you like this. The nerdy, shy girl taking a cock down her throat like total slut and being so obedient for the school’s notorious badboy. “Ha! Ahhh, fuck, I’m cumming—“ You suck in air, face red as he suddenly pushes you off him. You look at him, hand still playing with his balls that you feel twitching in your grasp. The cute, confused face makes him groan loudly, his own hand wrapping around his cock. The hand in your hair tightens, pushing your head down to make you kneel down at his feet again. Your eyes caught the sight of him jerking himself off quickly, cock right in your face and you gasp when he cums over you.

Thick ropes of white land on your glasses, making you close your eyes in reflex. Han is moaning loudly, pumping himself dry and he thinks he could cum again just by the sight of your pretty face covered in his cum. “Y/N…” It lands on your glasses, your eyebrow and lips and when you on instinct go lick it off, he knows that it is over for him.

Han Jisung is completely speechless. Your face is covered in him, lips red, body teared apart and covered in his marks. Purples, reds from his selfish lips and hungry hands. Mind empty, only pleasure lingering. He caresses your face softly in a absolute devotion, mirroring your smile of happiness, mixed with exhaustion. He looks down at you, like you are the thing he has been searching for and all that’s left to say is that...you are going to be forever his.

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is that a bet? • stray kids ot8 x reader

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: at some point of playing ‘never have I ever’, you make a bet that you could make all eight of your best friends cum within 10-15 minutes…and well, you did.

WC: 3.7k (I have issues)

Tags: PURE SMUT, afab!reader, softdom!chan, dom!minho, dom!changbin, softdom!hyunjin, sub!jisung, sub!felix, dom!seungmin, switch!jeongin, switch!reader, piv, unprotected sex (wrap the eggplant yall), same hole double penetration, ass smacking, squirting, begging, overstimulation, hair pulling, spitting, oral (f. receiving), lwk gangbang, praise (pretty, good girl), degradation (slut, whore), light dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie, biting(?), grinding, pet names (baby, babe, princess, hun, darling, kitten, bun, etc), marking/hickey, probably forgetting some…sorry :P

a/n: this is so smutty i am so sorry…but yw 🫠

You don’t remember how exactly you ended up in this position…something about a bet, yet here you are, half-naked spread out on the floor with eight pairs of eyes burning into your body.

8 minutes earlier

“Never have I ever,” Minho pauses in thought, “nutted before my partner.”

“What the actual fuck Minho.” Seungmin grimaces, though he takes a swig of soju. “What?!” Minho shrugs defensively, “It makes the game more interesting.”

“That’s a fucking lie though.” Jisung snorts as he also takes a shot of soju. “And how would you know that?” You ask with a sly smirk.

“I’ve seen him watch porn,” He deadpans, which sends everyone into a fit of laughter.

“You wanna bet Ji?” Minho challenges.

“Y’all seriously aren’t about to jerk off right here…right?” Chan looks at them in disgust and then at the white shag carpet underneath them, “Why, you wanna join?” Minho pokes.

“I bet none of y’all virgins can stop yourselves from cumming as soon as someone touches you.”

“You wanna make that bet.” Changbin chimes in. You groan at them which catches their attention, “Do you have something to say princess?” Jisung raised his brows teasingly. You groan yet again at the nickname before saying, “I bet I could make all y’all cum in fifteen, maybe ten minutes.”

“You really wanna do this?” Hyunjin lifts your chin with his finger. “Hmm,” you hum, “if you guys cum before I do, a hundred…from each of you.”

“That’s eight hundred bucks!” Jeongin blurts out, you nod slyly. “And if we win?” Felix tilts his head. “Y’all can decide on that.” you state.

You move to get up, dragging your hoodie over your body and exposing your oversized shirt underneath. You turn around looking at the eight boys. “Are we doing this or not?”

Everyone unanimously agrees. It went so fast, the soju from the previous rounds probably getting to everybody’s heads and letting you carelessly make these decisions.

“Oh and rules-“ “RULES?!” Minho, Seungmin and Jisung cried out. “Guys it’s her body, she can make rules.” Felix interrupts their protests. “Thanks Lix,” You smile before continuing, “no touching…well to be more clear no touching me or yourselves…but I can touch you.”

“What?!” They all exclaimed in disappointment.

“It makes the game more interesting.” You shrug, spewing Minho’s previous words at them, the said boy shoots you a playful glare.

You glanced over at the digital clock that hung from the wall. 12:48.

Present

And well, that’s how you ended up here.

Your hand trails down your body stopping at your soaked panties before circling over your clit, toes curling at the feeling.

You stare up at the eight boys, their eyes dazed on your leaking cunt that stains your panties. You let out a moan as you hook your fingers around the material and slip it down your legs, exposing your now bare glistening cunt. You let a finger plunge into your heat, biting your lip. You lock eyes with Changbin, his knuckles gripping at his sweatpants, the outline of his cock bulging through the material. You bite your lip as you stare at his bulge.

The sound of a small whine prompts you to look over at another flustered and painfully hard boy. Jisung looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip is caught between his teeth. “Please, Y/N.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” You coo, pulling your fingers out of your cunt and crawling ever so slowly towards the round cheeked boy. As you settle by his side, you purposefully arch your back and push your ass out so that the guys sitting criss crossed on the floor behind me have a nice view. You trail your fingers up his knee and towards his thigh

He shivered under your touch as you made your fingers dance along his inner thigh. A desperate whimper left his mouth as you pulled back teasingly and went back to your original spot on the shag carpet.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin breathed out, “you’re ethereal.” His usually perfectly sculpted face contoured into a needy look- yet through his desperation he still looked as beautiful as ever. You moan softly as his praise. “Oh, does our little slut like to be praised?” Minho said to your right, you turned to him and bit your lip, your legs instinctively closing as his degradation surged throughout your body. “Fuck and degration too.” Seungmin hums as your eyes trail to him.

The hot touch of a hand on your lower hips snapped you out of the trace that Seungmin had basically pulled you into. You look towards your right, and there Minho is, smirking as his hand squeezes at the curve of your ass. “Hey!” You slapped his hand away, “No touching!”

“You never said what would happen if we did though, kitten.” The stupid pet name had you squeezing your legs together even more, “Aw, such a filthy slut for us.”

“Shit he’s right,” Felix breathed out, “what happens if we do touch you?” Shit, you didn’t think this far ahead- fuck you don’t even remember what the prize of the bet was…or if there even was one. Why are you guys even doing this again? “Fuck,” Chan groans gently, “does this pretty little cunt of yours want to be filled, love?” You feel his rough hands cup your bare cunt, jerking at the sudden touch. “Y/N?” Jeongin’s soft voice cracked as he whined out your name. You hummed in response as you fought the urge to grind against Chan’s large hand. “Can we touch you now? Please.”

“Oh God,” You throw your head back with a moan as Chan teasingly slips a finger inside your glistening pussy, “fuck yes! Please Innie!”

With that Jeongin springs up to his feet and quickly makes his way towards you. At the corner of your eye, you see the other five move from their spot to get closer to you. “Fuck,” you moan, feeling Changbin’s hands run under your tshirt, lightly teasing your pebbled nipples, “why did we do this again?” A small chuckle resonated from Seungmin’s sweet lips, “Because you wanted to win a bet, right pup?”

You bite down on your lower lip, Jisung’s lips attaching themselves to your clit next to where Chan’s fingers are plummeted inside. Felix helps you out of your shirt as Hyunjin and Changbin each take one of your breasts into their mouth. It all happened so quickly and at the same time, you feel your climax nearing faster than ever. And just like that your release is stolen from you as the four boys pull away from your body. You whine out desperately, “I swear to fucking God if y’all do that again I’m leaving and finishing by myself!” You threaten, sitting up onto your knees.

“Okay, okay princess.” Jisung purrs as he tilts your head up by hooking his knuckle under your chin.

You whimper as he nears your face, “This okay?” you gulp and nod quickly and to that he just clicks his tongue, pulling back slightly. “Words babe.”

“Yes.” you sigh breathlessly, Jisung attaches his lips to yours ever so roughly, a pair of soft hands grab at your hips, placing you down onto their lap. Your legs slotted against your chest being held by the man whom you’re laying on, while the said man leaves butterfly kisses along the nape of your neck.

Chan slipped his fingers out of your cunt prompting you to whine but the feeling of something warm and wet poking at your clit causes the whine to turn into a gasp, Jisung takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your thighs instinctively clench around the head that’s propped between them.

“So sweet.”

Jeongin muttered against your folds before slotting his tongue alongside it yet again. “Holy fuck Innie!” you throw your head back, lips detaching from Jisung’s, with an erotic moan, your head now resting on the shoulder of the man behind you. At this angle you catch a glimpse at the the man- fucking hell.

He sinks his teeth into your neck, though the action seems so rough he doesn’t bite down to the point where it hurts. “Fuck, keep her making those faces.” Felix bites his lip, his hand rubbing himself through his shorts. You whine, shutting your eyes as Jeongin continues to assault your throbbing cunt as Changbin moves into massage your breasts. “Look at you,” Minho purred into your ear as he started grinding his hardened cock against your ass, “being so obedient and submissive for everyone, just like the little slut you are.” You moan out at the overwhelming mixture of sensations; Hyunjin nibbling at your nipple, Jeongin’s tongue running up and down your folds, and Minho breathing dirty words into your ear while peppering your shoulder with kisses and love bites.

The cat eyed boy sneakily brings his hand to your cunt and smacks it slightly, not too hard but enough that it stung a little. “Fuck you,” you groan out as Minho massages your core, his fingers dipping further down towards where Jeongin’s face is buried. “No,” Minho tsked, “I’ll do the fucking.”

“Don’t be too rough on her Min.” Chan spoke, you glance over to him and he had his hand shoved down his pants. “She likes it.” Seungmin said confidently, “Right, whore?” You do nothing but whimper at his words meanwhile your body starts to shake slightly. “Answer with words pup.”

“God, fuck yes! I love it- please don’t stop.” You can feel Jeongin smirk against your heat.

Your eyes wandered to the boy next to Seungmin, his eyes stuck on mine as his pretty face scrunched up, his shorts rustling while his hand too was shoved inside, and his freckled cheeks flushed so very red. “Lix,” you gesture for him to move closer, almost immediately the freckled boy quickly rushed down from his spot on the couch and next to you on the floor. He looks at you with pleading eyes, “take it off.”

You grab at the hem of his shirt, he swiftly pulls it over his head awaiting your next instruction. You were about to ask him something but the feeling of a harsh bite on your inner thigh caused you to squeak out instead. Your head whips down to see Hyunjin licking at the skin he just bit. They’re moving so quickly you can barely keep up with who’s doing what.

“Can we fuck you already?” A voice said from your left, your head instinctively turning towards the source. Seungmin stared at you with prying eyes. “Kim Seungmin!” Chan lightly smacked his shoulder, “Let her choose, remember?” The oldest shakes his head at the younger. “Min,” You whimper from the stimulation. “Yeah?” Both Seungmin and Minho responded. “Lee.” Seungmin pouted as Minho leaned in closer, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

Though your senses are so overloaded, you snake your hands down the space between your bodies, shifting your hips up to grab at his hardened cock. Minho’s brows furrow as you stroke his clothed dick. “Desperate are we?” He smirks, “You want all eight of us tonight? Or just a few?” Chan questions, he’s so thoughtful and that makes your heart hammer in your chest. “All.”

”Fuck.” Each boy’s voice sounds throughout the room, they all stare at you with lust-filled eyes.

Your hand that’s still wrapped around Minho’s cock, begins pumping it. Minho hisses at the feeling, precum leaking from the tip. You tease his slit before shifting your hips in his lap. Lifting your hips, you grind down on his cock, your arousal coating his shaft.

“Oh, fucking hell.” Minho throws his head back erratically as his tip pokes at your clit, he could feel as you throbbed against him. He wanted nothing more than to slip inside you already. Unbeknownst to Minho, you gesture with your head for Hyunjin to move closer.

The taller boy obeys, moving into your space, sealing your lips against his. Hyunjin’s hands moved to your hips, gently- yet quickly- pushing you down onto Minho’s cock. Both you and Minho moan out as you clench around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so well, yeah slut.” Minho grunts before he slams his hips into you roughly, not even allowing you to adjust. “Min, not too rough.” Chan warned as you dug your nails into Hyunjin’s shoulder as he continued kissing you.

“Yeah, she’s still got all of us!” Jeongin whined from Chan’s left. You clench at Jeongin’s words, the thought of you having all eight of them tonight makes you spiral towards your climax. “Not yet kitten. Hold it off.” Minho snarled into your ear, his cock continuously hitting your gspot.

“Hyune.” You whined, reaching down to pump his cock, jerking him towards your pussy that is getting pounded into by Minho. “Shit, you want me too darling?” Hyunjin smirked, his eyes gazing down towards where you and Minho are connected, where you’re pulling him towards.

You hastily nod, nothing but whimpers and moans spilling out from your mouth. Hyunjin shoots Minho a look over your shoulder, the latter smirks at him, taking your thighs and pushing them farther back to give space to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin’s tip pokes at your entrance before he pushes in. The stretch didn’t hurt too bad, but it was enough for tears to prickle in your eyes. As Hyunjin and Minho fucked into you, tears finally fell, cascading down your cheeks from the mixture pleasure and pain.

“Aw, don’t cry bun.” You hear Changbin coo. The built man moving over to you, kissing the tear stains on your cheeks. “They making you feel that good?” He gives a sly raise of his brow, his bottom lips jutting out. “F-Fuck Binnie.” You moan, you can feel both Minho and Hyunjin twitching inside you.

A harsh slap stings on your ass as Minho rubs at the now red spot. “I’m so close princess, can I fill you up?” Hyunjin grunts against your neck. “Yes, God, please, Hyune.” Your body begins to shake as Hyunjin spills into you, Minho following close after at the feeling of your clenching and Hyunjin’s cum coating his cock.

Jisung pushes Changbin out of his way before helping you up off of Minho and Hyunjin’s sweaty bodies, greedily taking you towards the sofa, sitting down and playing you on his lap. Jisung’s cock slips in with ease after being stretched out by Minho and Hyunjin.

You melt into Jisung touch as his hands guide you to roll your hips. His hands make their way towards your ass, spreading your cheeks apart revealing your swollen cunt to the boys behind you.

“Fuck you’re so warm baby.” Jisung groans into your ear. Suddenly another pair of hands are on you, massaging at your hips before rutting his cock between your ass. “Can I have a turn hun?” You hear Felix hum behind you.

You turn your head and give him a weak smile as a go ahead. With that Felix slips his cock alongside Jisung’s, both boys moaning at the feeling. Having almost orgasmed earlier, you feel it build up quicker than last time. Your thighs began quaking as Jisung bucked his hips and Felix thrusted into you.

Your hands shoot up to Felix’s blonde hair, tugging at it when the two boys hit your gspot directly. Felix released a low whimper, “Darling please, I won’t- last long if you do that.” He stumbled over his words, his freckled cheeks a deep pink hue.

You decide to tease the boy, clenching down on his (and Jisung’s) cock, pulling at his hair. You feel as he twitched inside of you before unexpectedly releasing. The freckled boy’s face scrunched up in pleasure as he leaned his forehead against yours as Jisung thrusted into you a few more times before emptying himself into you as well.

“Holy shit.” Felix shook, biting his lower lip before slowing his thrusts, robbing you from your orgasm again. “Save it for me, yeah love?” You heard Chan chuckle to your right. You turn to look at him, flinching when Felix and Jisung ease out of your clenching cunt.

Jeongin helps you off of the other’s bodies. He holds you up when your legs threaten to give out on you. Holding you by the waist, his pretty brown eyes flicker down to your lips, hesitant to lean in. You chuckle before cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips towards yours.

Jeongin groans into the kiss as he grinds his clothed erection into your hips. He pulls away, an embarrassed flush taking over his cheeks. You chuckle before setting him on the sofa like the other had been previously positioned.

Throwing your legs around his lap, you straddled the flustered boy under you. “This okay Innie?” You asked, even though you’ve already crossed that friendship line with him having already eaten you out, you still wanted to make sure he was okay with this.

“Oh fuck yeah I’m okay.” Jeongin grinned, his hands immediately roaming your breasts, squeezing and massaging at the flesh. You hastily undo the zipper of his jeans before tugging his cock out of the slacks. Jeongin hissed at your touch.

Suddenly a hot sting spread through your ass. You whimpered at the slight pain, turning over to see Seungmin glaring down at you. “Bend.” Jeongin stared up at the elder and you in a daze. You leaned as much as you could onto Jeongin before another slap landed on your ass.

A moan echoing from your mouth. With you moaning into his ear, Jeongin grew impatient, grabbing his cock before pressing inside of you. The mixture of the slaps and Jeongin’s cock filling you up made your back arch.

Before you could even begin to process what was happening, Seungmin rammed his cock inside your sopping cunt. You practically scream from the sudden intrusion, nails digging into Jeongin’s shoulders.

The two youngest boys out of your friends absolutely railed you, both stopping whenever your moans would pitch and you would start squeezing their cocks uncontrollably. “Minnie, Innie- let me please, I’m so close.” You cried, that knot in your stomach so tight that it almost hurt.

“You think you deserve it, after driving us all into this stupid bet, you whore?” Seungmin snarled, grabbing your hair and pulling your head backwards, “Open.” You oblige, parting your lips, lolling your tongue out as you understood what the man was hinting at. Seungmin let a drop of saliva fall from his mouth and into yours before harshly pushing your head back towards Jeongin’s neck.

The two boys continued using your cunt until they were spurting out warm ropes into you. Yet again you were robbed from your orgasm as the two roughly filled up your cunt.

“Fuck, you did so well pup.” Seungmin panted against the nape of your neck, leaving a small kiss there before slipping out of your pussy. When you pulled away from Jeongin’s sweaty body, he stared up at you with a wide grin and a dazed look, he looked absolutely fucked out.

Changbin helps you off the boys before pushing Jeongin off the couch and getting comfortable in that same spot, pulling you onto his lap. “You wanna take a breather?” Chan asked, crouching down to your seated level. “No…just…please, I’m so close.”

Changbin chuckled from behind you, guiding you to straddle him in reverse. You sink onto Changbin’s thick cock, the built man’s hands flying to your tits, holding and squeezing them as they bounce with your movements.

You peer through your eyelashes, raising your brow at Chan, insinuating for him to hurry up and fuck you. The oldest of the eight chuckles before slipping his cock out of his pants. “Gonna fill you up so good, yeah baby?” He says before sliding right inside your stretched out pussy.

“Holy mother of fuck!” You cursed, the stretch of Changbin was already overwhelming- but now adding on Chan’s way above average length…you don’t think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

Changbin thrusted harshly from underneath you, roughly pinching at your nipples. “Fuck bun, your squeezing us so much, might just bust right now.”

You loll your head back into his shoulder, “Bin…fuck- Binnie please.” You beg, your arms moving to tug at his wavy hair.

“Shit,” he huffed, his cock twitching inside you as he fastened his speed. Chan just watched as Changbin rammed into your cunt alongside his. The intense feeling of Changbin railing into you from underneath had you reeling, though the sudden circling of your clit made your orgasm finally hit you.

Liquid squirting out of you as you cried out, before Changbin released inside of you, Chan now picking up his pace, edging towards his climax.

“I know love, I’m sorry…just a few more.” Chan cooed as you whimpered from the overstimulation, he continued railing into you, not stopping when Changbin had pulled out of you.

Chan nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving kisses and sucking at the skin there. “Almost there love, gonna fill you up so good, yeah. You’ve been such a good girl for us.” His praise had you crying out, squeezing around his cock. At that Chan finally came, filling you up with his warm release.

Chan slowly eased out of you before gently moving you to lay on the less dirty part of the couch.

“Imma go get the towels.” A voice you’re not even sure who’s said. “I’ll get her some water.” Another stated.

Sometime later, Felix returned with some damp warm towels. As he wiped your lower region, you flinched at the sensitivity. “I’m sorry darling, almost done.”

A sudden hand gently raised your head from the back, supporting you to sit up. “You okay? We didn’t go too rough on you, right?” Seungmin asked as Minho handed you a glass of water. You took the glass with an appreciative smile.

“You guys were fine- oh.”

“Oh?” Hyunjin smiled in confusion. “The time.” You said pointing at the digital clock. 1:03. Exactly fifteen minutes.

“I win.” Some of the boys groaned while some chuckled, a bet is a bet after all.

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