#Sub!Felix

[byuntrash101]

clutch. - 이페릭스.

clutch: when someone or a team performs really well in important situations.

SYNOPSIS. felix is the last one standing against the last squad. since you don't want to end the night on a loss you give your friend felix a little motivation: "felix, if you clutch this i'll send you my tits"

bsf!felix x f!reader ft. seungmin, smut, mdni

tags. sub!felix, also simp felix (he's got a big fat crush on you), also felix' gorgeous and luscious hair, phone sex, guided masturbation, masturbation (f & m), nudes, use of toys, begging, teasing, pet names (good boy, pretty boy, baby), praising (he deserves 'em, ok??), squirting, orgasms (f & m). wc. 2.9k

a/n. i hope you enjoy because this is pure filth lolzzz. my inspiration comes from a twitcher that was playing val and one of her friends said that to her and she fucking slayed everything. also this is based on apex because i dont play val or lol so yeah.

“Fuck! I’m down” you heard Seungmin wail in your headset. You sighed, annoyed. It was your very last game of the evening and you really didn’t want to end on a loss. Your eyes went up to the corner of the screen again. It was down to the last team and you could have been the champions. But you died in a 2v1 earlier and the team didn’t have anymore respawn beacons. You still had hope to win because Seungmin could surely take them but he was cornered and the other team had the high ground. Felix was the last one standing on your team and well… He wasn’t the best player and the enemy squad was still full. 

Felix was petrified watching all of his squad get slaughtered one by one. He was frantically checking his hiding spot, hearing the steps of the other squad coming in.

“Felix if you clutch this I’ll send you my tits”.

The silence that followed was almost religious. Felix didn’t even think, he didn’t let his nerves take the best out of him at the idea of possibly seeing you in a way he had secretly dreamed of for a long time now. Instead it calmed him, he was in a sort of serene trance. He knew if wanted to get his crush’s nude he had to do this. He had to win.

So he did.

In a second he jumped out of his hiding spot, surprising the healer of the enemy squad and fired first and took them down. He was light as a shadow as precise as an assassin. He heard the footsteps coming in from the left so he circled the building by the right. He jumped on the roof waiting for the last two enemies to find him. One opened the door just beneath Felix he fired, not missing a single shot but the second one quickly came to help his teammate. Felix had to take cover but as the first one was trying to heal he shot again to take them down. He quickly came down the rooftop and made the final blow with his melee weapon. And there it was: you are the champions. Written in red and gold across the screen while epic music played in the background but Felix heard none of it. The song was completely drowned out by the loud cheers of his friends. 

You and Seungmin screamed and jumped. You couldn’t believe what you saw, Felix single handedly took out the entire last squad. When you got up your chair to jump around you were really thankful you swapped for a wireless headset. 

“Broooooo” Seungmin started, “What the fuck was that? You absolute legend.”

“Mate, I don’t even know”

“Lix, that was actually insane!” you chipped in.

The conversation went on and Felix was patiently waiting for someone to bring up what you said earlier. But no one said anything. It was probably a figure of speech or a joke… Yeah, probably a joke. And Felix couldn’t help the little tinge of disappointment that tainted his heart when he heard you say goodnight at the other end of the line.

“I really gotta go, I’m working in the morning” Seungming started.

“Yeah” Felix chuckled, trying his hardest to maintain the euphoria of winning, because somehow he still felt like he lost in the end.

“Good night, Lixie” you whispered.

“Bye” He exhaled, staring at your small icon before the green halo around it disappeared. 

Your picture was smiling right at him and he sighed again picturing you smiling like this tonight. Then he thought of what you said again. He slapped his forehead and frowned at himself. How did he actually believe that?! Of course it was a joke. A stupid joke you would make to your friends… A friend who you love platonically… Platonically and that’s it… Felix had to understand that, he had to accept that. After all these years you probably saw him as a brother. 

He cringed and shook his head at the idea, trying to stop the dreadful train of thoughts before he’d eventually break his own heart. But right when he was hovering above the shut down button the distinct sound of a new message chimed in.

[Attachment received: for_the_goat_my_lixie.jpg]

Just like earlier, Felis didn’t take a second breath, didn’t scramble, his hand was steady when he clicked on it. What the screen then showed knocked the air right out of his lungs. 

You are so beautiful. 

You were wearing your gaming gear, your LED baby blue headset, your hair beautifully tied back, no make up. Your gray demon slayer hoodie was pulled up. You seemingly didn’t wear a bra today because the hoodie was the only thing you needed to lift up to snap the perfect picture of your heavenly tits. 

Felix swallowed thickly, he flipped his long blond hair out of his eyes as they were screwed onto the screen as hot blood rushed to his groin at an alarming rate. He felt dizzy as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip. You looked so mischievous, wearing a devilish little smirk slightly crooked, just so playful. Your breasts were squished together and you held the camera with one hand with the other lifting up the hoodie. Your nipples were pebbled. So fucking perfect, Felix thought as his hand found his growing bulge. The perfect size, the perfect color. Perfection. And to top it all off your tongue was sticking out, a long and thick string of saliva was dripping onto your chest, right into the cleavage and rolling down to your nipples, making your skin wet and shiny. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. You were the most erotic thing ever.

[incoming audio call: staydreamgurl]

Felix panicked for a second, almost knocking the ninja energy drink on his custom keyboard.

“Shit” he caught the can before the disaster and picked up the call. 

“Hm-Hello?” Felix tried, his deep voice was careful, almost hesitant. And you chuckled at his awkwardness.

“So,” you started, Felix could hear the same devilish crooked smirk through the phone. “What are you gonna do with it?” You sounded so naughty and Felix almost choked on his saliva, a novel attitude he was not about to start complaining about.

“Hmm… I-I don’t really know yet” He lied, his eyes fluttering to the huge bottle of lotion behind the monitor. 

“Liar” you said, tit for tat.

Fuck.

“You’re gonna jack off to it” 

“Yeah” He chuckled awkwardly again. “I was gonna do that”

“How?”

“W-what, what do you mean?”

“How are you gonna touch yourself to my pic?” There was not an ounce of hesitation in your voice. “Tell me how you’re gonna do it”

“I-I…Hmmm” Felix stammered, he was at a loss for words. This brand new attitude you had, your sultry voice, your pushy, self assured demeanor and the lewd photo that was still full-screen on his monitor. He loved all of that a little too much.

“You want help?”

“What?”

“I could tell you exactly how to do it. You’d just have to listen to me and do what I tell you.”

“Fuck” he let escape, his breath was already short. Was he fucking dreaming? Was it really happening? Was something finally happening? He would have ever imagined this. Not tonight after dreaming about it countless times. It was finally happening. “Hm, yeah, y-yeah I’d love that.” Felix agreed.

“Good boy.” you praised in the same sultry tone, the pet name made Felix’ cock jump between his thighs.

“Grab your lube, your lotion. What do you usually use?” You asked, your voice a little lower, a little quieter too.

“I-I use lotion.” Felix said, reaching behind his monitor and dragging the blue and white bottle to him.

“Oh! So naughty, not so innocent after all, huh?” You chuckled. “Take your clothes off, all of them.” You ordered, and in a split second Felix was completely naked on his chair, his pink nipples were hardening as he pushed his back onto the comfortable gaming chair.

“Are you hard?” you asked in a sinful sigh that had Felix’s heart flutter stupidly.

“Y-Yes” Felix said, struggling not to stroke himself, impatiently waiting for your instructions. “I’m so fucking hard right now.”

“My bare tits get you hard, pretty boy?” You said, a little rasp in the voice that didn’t go unnoticed.

His dick throbbed again as he let out a stifled sigh. He definitely liked the way you were talking to him.

“F-fuck yes they do. And your voice too.” Felix’s usually deep voice sounded ever so slightly more squeaky. “C-can I please touch myself, now?”

“Already begging, huh?” you asked, rather amused.

“Please” Felix huffed quietly. For you he seemed he had only been waiting a couple of minutes but in reality he had been waiting for you for a lifetime. He was so eager for you, so thirsty for more of you in a brand new novel way. A version of you that he never met and only ever dreamt of was suddenly here, suddenly you were real. And he couldn't get to know the new you fast enough.

“Get the lotion in your hand, a good amount. I want it to glide smoothly”

“Yes!” Felix hastened to answer. He extended his hand and pushed on the pump twice, getting a generous dollop of lotion onto his palm.

“Now smear it on yourself. Base to tip, everywhere and don’t forget the balls.” He immediately did as he was told. He hissed quietly at the feeling of the cold lotion on his hot cock. He took the lotion to his base, all the way up to his tip and down to the balls.

“There, there. Good job baby” you cooed and the kind words earned you a small little whimper.

Felix was gripping down at his cock, trying hard not to stroke himself yet, waiting for you. 

“Now, start rubbing your thumb over the tip, tease yourself a little bit for me, baby”

“O-okay” he said, his fist went up his shaft and his thumb circled his tip, teasing the little ridges at the sides and going up to also tease his slit. He gasped at how sensitive he already was.

“Tell me how it feels, baby don’t be shy” you whispered.

“Nghh... It feels s’good but I-I want more” Felix’ voice bordered on a grunt, as his hips involuntarily bucked into his fist. “Please can I stroke it?”

“I really like when you beg” You huffed again, your voice sounded strained. “Keep going baby, I might just say yes”

“Shittt” Felix was still rubbing his tip, growing more sensitive by the second. “pleasepleasepleaseplease, l-let me jack off for you, I’ll be so good for you. I-I… Aaah- I promise”.

“Hmmmm” you hummed in satisfaction. “Good boy, you make me so wet. Can you hear it?”

Just then Felix held his breath, turning up the volume in his headset and he heard the most melodious sounds he’s ever heard. A beautiful symphony of lewd wet noises erupting from your end of the call. It sounded so sinful. 

“I hope you won’t mind that I started without you. I just couldn’t resist fucking myself with my favorite toy right now” you chuckled, almost bashfully, as if you weren’t now spilling the most sinful arrangement of words known to man.

Felix’ eyes grew twice their size as his jaw hung open in surprise, he could have exploded in his hand right there. He would have pledged abstinence for a month to see you right now. Hell, he would have given everything! Everything to see you push the toy inside your wet and dripping little pussy. But he didn’t want to possibly scare you away by asking after waiting for so long so he settled for a less intrusive question.

“H-how is it? The toy? What does it look like?” Felix burned with impatience for more details that would make him imagine you perfectly.

“It’s purple, thick and long. I can’t take it all in but it feels so fucking good.” You confessed, feeling more pleasure coming in with another deep thrust of your wrist.

“Goddamn- Aaah…” Felix sighed as he imagined your dripping little cunt all stretched out by the big purple cock you were holding and mercilessly shoving into your throbbing little pussy.

“Touch yourself now, stroke your cock for me, Felix”

“Fuck yesss” He literally melted as his hand wrapped around his clock and dragged the lotion across his shaft down to the base and back up to the tip again. “Aaah- Fuck-”

“Not too fast, baby” you said, as more lewd wet noises erupted from your end.

“Fuck, o-okay” Felix slowed down, but somehow it was agonizing, he wanted to feel more, and he wanted to match your rhythm, imagine he was the one inside you right now, rearranging your guts and making you pant and moan. You sounded so heavenly and Felix was convinced you looked even more unreal. His eyes fluttered back to the picture on his screen taking in your perfect tits and picturing them bouncing with each thrust of your wrist, maybe you were even the big toy with two hands, your breasts squished between your arms, shoving it inside with force, making your back arch against the chair.

“Oh god- Felix” you moaned, your breath catching in your throat as you gave yourself a particularly powerful thrust. “Oh f-fuck” you hissed. “I’m getting close.”

“Oh fuck yes, Please can I go faster? I-I wanna finish with you”

“Yesss, stroke it faster baby, really milk your cock for me. I’m…Nggghh- I’m almost there.”

“Fuck, you sound so fucking hot I’m going insane” Felix sighed as he stroked his cock faster, his movements were more shallow, focussing mainly on his tip as his other hand naturally came up to tease his hard sensitive pink nipples. He let out a high pitched moan, that made your cunt grip on the purple cock inside you, you huffed and moaned picturing Felix’s cock weeping for you, twitching for you, simply awaiting your command to finally explode.

“Listen, Lixie, I want you to cum on my tits, cum on my pic”

The cute nickname sounded so sinful on your lips right now. Felix grabbed the screen and pulled it closer to him, not caring about straining the cables of his carefully put together setup. He wasn’t thinking of anything  that wasn’t the way you right now. His mind and thoughts were only for your perfectly wet and tight cunt and how it would feel around him.

He kept on stroking himself, his tip touching your tongue on the picture, smearing precum on  his screen. 

“Ahh fuck, I can’t hold it much longer” He whimpered. “Pleasepleaseplease I wanna cum for you, let me c-cum for you.”

He sounded so perfect for you, so desperate, on the verge of insanity, begging you to let him cum. You pictured his tight balls filled to the brim with delicious piping hot cum he specially cooked up just for you. The idea brought you over the edge.

“Nowww, Felix. Cum. Cum with me”.

Your movements became uneven as your pussy clenched down on the toy, throbbing uncontrollably. The crushing weight of your orgasm swept you off your feet, sending radiating heat from your core to each of your limbs. Every muscle of your body tensed up and spurts of translucent liquid rushed out of you, soaking the toy beneath you and the chair.

You sounded so fucking divine, and even if he couldn’t see Felix heard you were squirting, he heard the liquid rushing out of your to get soaked in by the chair and even crashing on the floor. Those wet sounds coupled with your divine moans and your command for him to cum was more than enough.

He aimed right at your perfect tits, the first squirt of cum was absolutely massive, almost effectively covering your whole chest in one go. Felix felt himself twitch in his hand as he moaned, his voice was so high pitched that his voice cracked but none of you even noticed. He aimed the second spurt at your pretty face, picturing he was cumming on your perfect tongue and you could taste him, eagerly waiting for him with your tongue out, just like in the picture. He couldn't stop cumming, rope after rope of cum came crashing on his screen, covering your picture in thick layers of cum. 

When he was done a satisfying shiver ran down his spine and he sighed at the way his muscles relaxed, he felt at peace finally. There was a silence that was only cut by both of your sighs and pants but the silence wasn’t awkward. Not anymore, you went too far for that.

“That was amazing.” You were the first one to speak, when you had caught your breath. “I came so hard,” you confessed as you looked down at the mess you had made.

“For me too. I don’t think I ever came this much ever.” Felix brushed the sweaty strands of blond hair away for his eyes as he was also looking at his cum gradually thinning out and dripping off the monitor onto his desk. 

“We should do that again” You suggested and Felix sat up in his chair, he ceased the opportunity.

“Maybe next time… you could like… let me see you” He said, testing the waters, trying to take things even further.

“No, next time I’ll let you feel me”.

want more subby felix? try my fic girls like me ♡

SYNOPSIS. felix's heart flutter when he thinks of you but he's not sure if he can be with a girl like you...

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[pixie-felix]

Lee Felix Definitely Doesn't Have a Mommy Kink.

Word count: 1.5k

Content: mommy kink, edging, tiny bit of bondage (just wrists), very mild dirty talk (because Felix is a good boy), begging, crying, hand job, blow job, cowgirl... I'm going to hell aren't I?

Heavily inspired by this by @emdaudied

Smut under the cut. Minors dni.

“I do NOT have a mommy kink.”

Felix is so cute when he pouts. Even when he's lying.

“That's not what you said last night…”

“It was ONE TIME.” You love teasing him so much. He turns such a pretty shade of pink, he's all glowy. Not even covering his face with his hands can hide it. “It was just one time.”

“It was literally last night.”

“I was distracted.”

“You were distracted… thinking about your mommy?”

The look of horror on his face as he realises what he just implied is… you wish you could to take a picture of it and hang it on your wall. You know Felix doesn't call his mother mommy, but that's not the point you're making here.

“You were thinking about your mommy last night, while I was riding you like a prize pony?”

He's like a fish out of water, gulping for air and looking a little more than mildly alarmed.

“It's okay baby, I don't mind. I can be your mommy if it gets you off…”

“I DON'T HAVE A MOMMY KINK!”

“...wanna prove that?”

Felix is so cute with hands tied above his head, a whimpering shivering mess as you deny him his third orgasm.

“Are you going to be a good boy now?"

Felix is always a good boy, but it's just so fun to make him beg for it.

“I'll be a good boy, I'm your good boy, I'll be such a good boy for you…"

His babbling stops with a help as you run a finger up his shaft, swirling around his weeping cockhead. His eyes wide and lips parted as he watches you gathering his pearly essence on your fingertip, holding it up to show him, before sucking your finger into your mouth.

His moan is music.

But you like it better when he uses his words.

“P-p-please baby, please baby, please baby just fucking touch me…”

The look of relief on his face when you decide to finally have mercy and start jerking him off properly. Between that face and the rock solid meatstick in your hand, the one that's brought you so much pleasure… it's enough to make you drip.

But no one likes a dry hand job, so you make sure to spit on his dick for lube before you start dragging your hand up and down. Noice and firm, the way Felix likes it best.

“Y-yes, yes, ye-esss, please baby just like that- don't stop, baby please don't stop…”

He's so desperate to cum. But he also never wants you to stop.

So he squeezes his eyes shut. He wants to watch you play with his cock, it's one of his favourite things. But he's not ready for this to end yet, so he has to deny himself the view of watching you pleasure him.

He's a mess.

Oh, the beautiful agony of edgeplay.

You love edging him, watching him get all sweaty, his hair sticking to his slick forehead as he writhes at your touch.

But you're a fully grown woman with needs of your own. And what you need, is Felix's dick. Preferably fucking you blind.

But before that, you've got a point to prove.

So you start working up the pace, quickening your wrist until you're going fast enough to make your arm start to cramp.

Felix is practically vibrating with the effort to keep still and not buck up into your hand. (Like the last three times, and the last three denied orgasms.)

“Keep still baby, you know the rules. Aren't you supposed to be a good boy?”

“I'm a good boy, I'm a fucking good boy, I'm your good boy-” Felix interrupts himself with a particularly beautiful moan, “I'll do anything you f-fucking say, I fucking promise, just please baby… please.”

He has been a good boy. He deserves a special treat.

his eyes snap open when he feels your lips around his cock, lapping at his slit. Crying out when you start digging your tongue into it. You should really get him a sounding rod.

Maybe for Christmas.

He's getting more and more desperate as you tease him with your tongue. From the way his hands are flexing in their restraints, you know he's fantasing about grabbing your head and forcing you down.

Making you take him nice and deep so he can fuck the back of your throat. Gagging around him, drowning somewhere between his dick and your own spit.

Well, his wish is your command.

Smacking sounds fill the room as you suck him down, making sure to make it messy.

“Oh god, just like that. Just like th-that. Feels so go-o-ood-”

It's amazing what a little drool can do to a man.

You speed up a little, cutting off his words mid sentence as his dick hits the back of your throat. You both love it when Felix is reduced to a whimpering mess by your touch, but today you're sucking him off with purpose.

You're going to make him say it.

It won't be long now.

He's so close to giving in, you know it.

He's biting his lips, trying so hard not to say it, but you know.

And when you start humming contentedly as his legs start to shake, you know that he knows you know.

“Mmm-mm-mmm…”

The obscene, wet pop as you release his dick from your mouth is almost drowned out by his cry.

And he is crying, looking at you with wide eyes, tears gathering at the corner as you sit up. Licking your lips like his salty precum is the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

“Is there something you want, baby?”

“Mm-mm…” His moans are almost squeaky now. He's desperate for you.

You switch to his favourite position, moving so that you're on your knees, straddling him with just enough space that his dick is barely skimming your cunt. The tears start to fall, and he whimpers.

There's a reason cowgirl is a classic.

You take him in hand and slo-o-owly brush him up and down your folds, listening to his choked sobs as you coating him in your slick. Taunting him, teasing him. Showing him how fucking wet you are, as your juices run down his dick.

He breaks.

“M-mommy.” It's quiet, barely more than a whisper, but he said it. “Mommy.”

He's being too quiet. So you kick up the teasing a notch, lining him up with your entrance and pushing down just slightly. Just a little giving, but nowhere near enough to actually penetrate.

He knows what you want.

“Mommy, please.” You let him have a little more, lowering yourself onto his tip a fraction more, but he's being too quiet.

“Mommyyyy….”

Felix’s voice breaks. He knows he's lost, so there's no point holding back now.

“Use me mommy. Use me. Please.”

Well, how could you refuse?

You sink down, taking him balls deep in one fluid stretch.

Usually you'd take your time, savour the feeling of him stretching you out.

Teasing him, making him beg for you. Beg for you to to go a little faster, a little harder.

A little more “please mommy yes mommy just like that mommy mommy mommy moMMY a-aa-aaa-”

But today you're going to ride him like a prize fucking pony straight out the gate.

Fucking the cum out of both of you while Felix begs for it like the good boy he is.

“M-mommy please, p-please let me cum. Please let me cum mommy, I’ve been so good. I've been a good boy, I've been such a good boy, please let me cum mommy please let me cum…”

The faster you bounce, the louder he pleads.

“-please mommy please mommy please please please momMY PLEASE MOMMY PLEASE MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMM-”

He cums so hard you swear you feel him shoot through your cervix. Coating your insides white and sticky as he breaks out of his wrist restraints, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down.

Squashing your tits against his chest, holding you bruise-tight as he ruts up into you, giving you absolutely everything as he tries to fuck you through his orgasm.

That's what sends you over.

You've been mean and unfair and teasing him for hours, but. Felix is a good boy who always wants to get you off.

Fucking you even when he's overstimulated and sore, until he finally feels you clenching around him, clenching around him hard as your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

It takes you both a few moments to recover, the room silent except for the sound of panting.

You try to detangle yourself, but Felix just pulls you closer, humming happily, his arms like a vice. Pulling you close like you're a blanket he wants to wrap himself up in and never leave.

He relents eventually, murmuring sweet things and cupping your face with his hands as you kiss him deeply.

He's a good boy.

“Such a good boy.”

“Mmm…” His after sex sounds are some of your favourites.

“...a good boy with a mommy fetish.”

Felix groans and hides his face in your neck.

“Shut up.”

this is a side blog so any reposts are appreciated, I will repay you in cake and pixie dust 🧚‍♀️

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[jilixthinker]

slowly to me

=͟͟͞♡ virgin!felix × noona!fem reader

=͟͟͞♡ bestfriends/roommates to lovers

word count: 7.4K

content warning: explicit sexual content, sub!felix, soft dom!noona reader, felix is a virgin, corruption kink if you squint, mutual masturbation, clit play, fingering, cock play, dirty talk, unprotected sex (as usual), creampie, they are clueless idiots in love.

a/c: i wanted to write this for the longest time and now i am kinda nervous sharing it because it feels more personal (?) and intimate than usual. hope you will enjoy it ♡

=͟͟͞♡ please, consider reblogging if you like my works!

[00:17 AM] fefe 🧚‍♀️

noona 💙

are you awake?

please tell me you are

I can't find my keys 😪

i know it's late

don't hate me

You blink your eyes open a few times. The sound of your phone buzzing on your nightstand is insistent over the chattering noise coming from your laptop. You must have fallen asleep more than 30 minutes ago, considering that you are not familiar with the episode of the anime you are currently watching. Your fingers brush against the cover of your phone and you finally grab it with a sleepy grunt. When you unlock it, not without typing the wrong code twice, you notice that your chat with Felix is already open, a few notifications popping on the screen.

[00:18 AM] fefe 🧚‍♀️

noona 😪😪

[00:18 AM] you

where are you now

[00:18 AM] fefe 🧚‍♀️

outside 😪

noona, my savior

my only light in the darkness 💙

You force yourself to sit on the bed as you yawn. When you read the last text, you chuckle despite of how sleepy you feel. It's a little bit late to be coming back home, even for Felix, but you don't mind. Felix usually stays awake till dawn, always prone to chat and watch tv series together whenever you cannot sleep. You help each other in your own ways, yours being the responsible counterpart in your household.

You find your slippers with your feet and you finally stand up, heading outside of your room and to the corridor. It's pretty warm already this time of year, and you don't even bother putting on something over your light pajamas. It's just Felix anyway, he did see you at your worst so many times that you cannot even remember.

When you open the door, Felix is fighting with the zipper of his denim jacket. He is dressed casually, almost as if he didn't put any effort on what he was going to wear. A pink hoodie is picking out from his black slacks, and his hair is styled in a messy bun, a few locks escaping from the hair tie and covering his eyes.

"Noona, I owe you." he huffs, offering you a toothy smile as soon as you let him in.

"Don't mention it. I don't even have plans for tomorrow morning, I can just sleep in." you yawn in response, plopping on the couch and closing your eyes again.

Felix hums and throws his jacket on the nearest chair of your shared living room before letting himself fall next to you, face immediately finding its favorite place into the crook of your neck.

"How was your date?" you ask him, circling his shoulders with your arm and letting him scooch closer to you.

You feel his cold nose nuzzling against your collarbones and you chuckle, bringing your hand to the top of his head and starting to untie the loose bun. Felix puffs and you can hear his lips curving into a small pout.

"As always." he mumbles. "He was cute. Funny. He paid for my order."

You nod, and your fingers find their way up to his scalp, scratching it lightly and pulling a soft grunt out of his lips. "But..." you add, waiting for the inevitable epilogue.

"But..." he shifts from his position to lay down with his face on your lap. "- I felt nothing. He was very handsome, and smart. He was nice. I could tell he would make a great boyfriend. But I just looked at him and... I couldn't see myself kissing him, or touching him. It felt like looking at a nice painting, you know? I don’t know what is wrong with me."

"Nothing is wrong with you, Lix." you murmur in the dark. Your thumb moves from his soft locks and start circling the plump skin of his cheek. Felix huffs again and rubs his nose against your lower stomach. He does it often, and it makes him look like a small kitten looking for some comfort. Your heart always sinks at that.

"I am serious." you continue. "Feelings cannot be controlled. It's not your fault if you didn't feel attracted to him. Maybe he just wasn't the one."

Felix looks at you from his position, his big pleading eyes are a little tired.

"And who will be the one, noona? I am 23 and I didn't find a single person yet. I didn't even... you know." Felix lets out a sarcastic chuckle. "Can you tell how hard is it to reach this age without experimenting with anyone? I feel left out."

"Does it bother you so much? Being a virgin?" you ask him. Felix and you are used to talk a lot about everything without any sort of embarassment, but he only mentioned the topic of his inexperience a few times in your many years of friendship.

You didn't believe him at first. Felix was... Felix. The most precious human being on earth, smart and kind, generous and funny, witty and reliable. Your bestfriend, your proclaimed soulmate, and the prettiest person you've ever seen. Him being a virgin sounded like a joke to you. He confessed it when he was 18 at the time, and he was a little tipsy after a few bottles of beers you two had shared after moving into your new apartment. You could tell it was an uncomfortable topic for him, and you never asked him again. You just told him that he was young, and that the situation would change quickly in the following months.

But years passed, five to be exact. And Felix didn't have sex with anyone. He finished college, started working and met people, he started dating even, but as soon as the people he was seeing asked him for something more, he shut everything down and disappeared from their lives.

"It does bother me, yes." he answers quietly. "Because I am not afraid of intimacy itself. I just... don't feel the right attraction. I want to, but I can't. All these pretty boys I met, and the furthest I've gone is kissing. I don't know what to do, noona."

Felix shudders and you pull him closer to you. His voice is almost a whisper and his breathing is getting a little heavy. Your fingers go back to stroke through his hair gently, as you try to calm him down.

"Have you considered dating girls?" you ask him. "You told me you felt more comfortable with them."

Felix's arms circle your waist as he hugs you tight. He looks at you intently with a shy smile. He looks so tiny all curled up like this.

"I do love girls. More than boys actually. I thought about that a lot." He murmurs as he pulls you so close that your stomach is pressed completely against his cheek. "But I feel shy around them. I cannot help but thinking that I would mess everything up. With boys... it would be easier. I know how a male body works. But I have no clue on how to, uh —"

You chuckle at his words and you lean forward to pinch at his nose, amused by his reaction. "How to touch them?" you smile at him.

Felix laughs and lets out a breathless sigh. He pulls away slightly, though keeping his eyes locked on you. You can see a light blush appearing on the apples of his cheeks.

"Uhm, yes. That." His voice is still playful, but you can hear the nervousness in his breath as well. "You know I have never kissed a girl before. Just boys. Uh–, I know nothing, noona." he exhales.

You scrunch your nose and you let yourself relax against the sofa behind you. Felix's arms are still linked tightly around your waist. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Lix," you breathe out. "Human nature will do its thing. When you'll find yourself in that situation, your body will know what to do."

"I'm not so sure." he murmurs, starting to rub his nose against your hipbone, sniffing at the fabric like he always does when he is feeling a little overwhelmed.

Your hand finds its way toward the back of his neck and you apply a slight pressure on the skin there. Felix lets out a shaky breath.

"You will see. With the right person, you won't feel uncomfortable at all. It's normal to don't know stuff, you know. We've all been there. And each body, each person, is different. You can figure things out along the way, by asking and learning." You try to reassure him. "It's not a performance. You should just focus on feeling good and let the other person feel good too. I promise it's not so complicated as you think."

Felix hums quietly and a mellow silence falls around you. The room is still dark, it should be around 1 a.m. now, but a beam of moonlight shines through the window, reflecting small glimpses of silver upon Felix's hair.

Felix feels small and soft on your lap. He is still hugging you, and you know him enough to sense that he is restraining himself somehow. You can feel the distress in the way his tiny hands are fisting the cotton of your pajamas around your waist.

"Lixie, sweetheart..." you murmur, voice little higher than a sigh. Felix holds tighter on you, as if he is scared of you running away. As if you could.

The fact is that you love Felix. You always did, in a way. You cannot tell exactly when you fell in love with him, but it happened sometime between your last year of highschool and your freshman year of college. You remember Felix grabbing your hand when you graduated in summer, sweat under your dress from being exposed to the hot sun, waiting for your speech. You remember him intertwining your fingers and smiling at you with devoted eyes when he helped you moving in your new dormitory. You remember him wetting your shoulder with warm tears because you were going to be separated from each other for the first time. And, oh. At a certain point you just knew.

You never talked about that, of course. You didn't think you needed to. Things between you were perfect already, and you were happy you've managed to slip neatly into your routine. Felix needs you in a way nobody else can comprehend. And you need him too, in a slight different way. And it's okay, you've always been good at managing your own feelings.

"Noona..." he answers timidly.

"What are you thinking about? I can hear the sound of your brain working no stop." you shrug, looking at him. The moonlight looks the ideal light to admire him, you find yourself admitting.

Felix looks over at you, his lips upturned with a reluctant smile. "It's just... I don't think I will ever find this person." he sighs softly.

"Why so? I cannot imagine anyone who wouldn't want to be with you. You are perfect." you say, eyes jumping down to Felix's delicate frame. His button nose covered in freckles scrunches a bit over the line of his plump lips. They look moist. They must be soft.

From his gaze, you can see that your words are the last thing Felix was expecting to hear from you. "Because–" he stutters while the pressure of his hands on you becomes almost too much, "–there is already... ugh, nevermind."

The silence that follows his semi-confession is heavy on you. You freeze at the admission, and you can tell from his eyes that he didn't mean to let that slip. That's it – you think – there is someone. Someone who Felix cares about, maybe that he even loves, and that is keeping him from living his life freely. Someone who apparently doesn’t reciprocate his feelings, given that Felix is trying to see other people and complaining about them with you.

Fuck, that hurts. You could have seen it coming, but it still hurts.

You open your mouth to formulate any sort of coherent words of encouragement that you can master, but Felix decides to move from his position at the same time you shift on the sofa to look at him. The impact of your bodies gives gravity a push, and you both go down with a loud humph, landing on the couch with your limbs all entangled. Felix groans as his back collides with the leather, and you open your eyes to check up on him, only to stop as soon as you realize how close you are to each other.

His lean and warm body is all pressed up against the cushions, and suddenly any trace of stoicism has fled the situation. You don't even remember what you were going to say, to be honest. All you are conscious of is Felix's body and the way his eyes are looking at you, making you flush with an unknown tenderness. You take a deep breath and the realization that you can feel his parted thighs caging your hips and his arms pawing at your shirt hits you hard. And maybe it's the late hour, maybe it's because you've spent the last hour talking your hearts out – and the last years repressing your feelings –, or maybe it's because Felix looks so vulnerable like this.

Whatever it is, instead of laughing everything off and move from this awkward position, you keep looking at him as some strands of hair fall onto his forehead and his breathing gets a little quicker. You find yourself thinking that maybe this is the most beautiful Felix has ever looked.

"Noona." he murmurs, and you can feel how the air shifts around you. His make-up is a little bit smudged around his eyes, you notice, and you lift your hand to rub at the corner of his eyelid with your finger. Felix trembles lightly as you touch him, and desire tugs at you, pushing you towards a path that you know is not wise.

"Noona–" he breathes out again, this time not much louder than a whisper. "I want to try something."

"Felix," you say unsteadily as Felix's hand grabs at your pajamas a little more firmly. "This isn't a good idea."

"Why so?" he asks, voice all tiny, shifting closer to you anyway. Everytime you try to look away from his lips it's like your eyes have been glued in place. "You said that with the right person it wouldn't feel uncomfortable. I– you.. I don't feel uncomfortable with you."

You sigh at his words. You are sure there is almost a thousand reasons why you shouldn't be doing this. First of all, Felix doesn’t love you. Not the way you do, at least. And he is hurting now, he is sad. He is not in the conditions of taking such a decision. But you can hardly manage a coherent thought right now, with him being this close to you.

He doesn't like you back, you cannot do this.

"Felix, I am honored that you trust me this much. I really am." you manage, but your voice sounds faint. "But this is not the right thing to do now. You don't want it to happen this way."

At that, Felix pauses and looks at you. He bites his lip, as if he was looking for the right words, and his eyes looks different, almost watery. "Don't you..." he stutters, "am I not good enough?"

You blink in confusion and a thick layer of guilt fills your stomach to the brim. You hate seeing Felix in distress, you cannot stand the way his timid smile leaves his face. You would give him the moon if that would make him happy.

"Oh no, Felix, sweetheart," you confess, bringing your hand to cup his cheek. The freckled skin feels soft and warm under your fingers. "this is not what I meant. I just– fuck," you swear in protest. "I just don't think I am the right choice. You deserve the right person for this."

Felix’s gaze fractures and he suddenly lets out the tiniest sigh, a pleading look framing his delicate traits. He turns his face to the left, leaning on your touch and he rubs his nose on the palm of your hand.

"Noona, you are not the right person. You are my person." He shyly admits, voice muffled on your skin. "But I can understand if you don't want this. If you don't want me the way I do. I am sorry for bringing this out, I should have kept that for myself."

You freeze, guilt becoming dread and pooling on your stomach. Oblivious to any of this, Felix gives you a small, sad smile and continues, "I tried to ignore it, believe me, I did. I kept myself from feeling this much because I knew it wasn't the same for you. But I can't help it, noona. I started seeing other people in the hope that it would eventually fade away. But it didn't. And now I am making a fool out of myself." Felix looks over at you and his smile is not the one you are used to see on his face. "Sorry for ruining everything," he sighs, "I just love you."

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

You feel a fist of air being pushed out of your lungs like a truck. Felix's eyes are big and sweet, and a single tear escapes from his lashes to roll down the apple of his cheek. You fucked up. You fucked up so bad. You misunderstood everything. Guilt nestles in your chest like a stone, scraping at your heart.

"Felix," you say, your voice sounding foreign and groggy, "Felix. You love me? You love me?"

Felix's eyes jump down to your lips just for a second, and then back at you. He sniffs as he brings his free hand to his face, rubbing the tear away. "I do." he admits. "I really do."

The truth in his tone has you let out an inaudible gasp. Then, in the span of a second, just the time of a blink, everything changes.

"Say it again." You whisper as your eyes lock into Felix's. And then Felix opens his mouth, just barely, and his muttered words stay still on the tip of his tongue.

"Say it." You repeat as your thumb shifts, stroking slowly along his jaw and down to his chin. "Wanna hear it again."

Felix blinks, and he looks like he can't come up with something to say at all. "Noona, what are you, uh–" he gasps when your fingers catch his bottom lip, pinching it a little to enjoy its softness.

"Lix, sweetheart..." you whisper, letting your face fall slowly down to his neck. The insides of your tighs press against the outside of Felix's as to trap him there. "You want me, uh? You love me?" you tease him, your hand coming up to steady him by the chin, keeping him still while your mouth finally founds the tender skin of his neck and you place a single peck under his earlobe. "I wanna hear you saying it."

A weak whimper makes itself known at the bottom of Felix's throat when you angle your head to the side and leave a humid trail of kisses all along the column of his neck. "Noona, I... why are you – ah – why are you doing t-this?" he mutters with a sigh.

You grin against his skin at the sound of his affected voice, and you nose at his chin blowing another tiny peck there. "Just say it." You repeat.

Felix's eyes are semiclosed now, but his pupils are wide and dark, and your grip on his jaw tightens a bit. Just another wet kiss on his Adam's apple is sufficient to convince him to give you what you're asking for. "I want you." He grumbles as his legs start to tremble under your weight. "I love you." He breathes.

And that's it. Felix doesn’t have the time to even realize what is going on before you are pressing down with purpose, your lips firm against his and your hands buried in his hair as he lets out a tiny sob. His mouth is cherry red and sweet, and your lips slid against it, applying just the right amount of pressure to have him melting against the couch. The kiss feels almost electric, and the low groan Felix exhales bubbles up into the back of your throat.

Felix is soft, and his body becomes malleable and pliant beneath your touch as soon as he clings onto you with fervent hands, a little desperate to keep hold of how good he is feeling. He moans beautifully every time your lips detach from his to catch some breath, and his fingers find your face too, curling against your cheeks and keeping you close to him.

As soon as your tongue licks languidly at his bottom lip, his mouth opens up to let the warm muscle slip into his mouth with a low grunt. You can feel that Felix is not experienced in the way he is unable to do anything but tremble with pleasure in the bracket of your arms as your lips glide against his, slick and wet. He lets out another whimper when your tongue licks at the roof of his mouth and your head feels dizzy and heavy with desire.

You cannot remember the last time you felt this good and this right, to be honest. Felix’s confession is still lingering in your brain as your hips press against his in a swift movement, coaxing a soft moan out of the boy under you. You smile in the kiss, feeling as if everything in the universe is finally in its designed place and, at the same time, all condensed in the way the two of you are wrapped up in each other so tightly that you can’t keep track of where one of you starts and ends.

Reluctanly, you force yourself to separate from Felix's tender mouth just a few millimiters. "Lix, baby," you whisper lovingly on his lips. "You have no idea how long I wanted to do this."

"Y-you wanted this?" he pants, parting his legs more and allowing you to slot your body inbetween of them. His breath is sticky and hot and you feel yourself getting restless on top of him.

"Sweetheart. You have no idea how much I love you. How much I want you." You confess.

"But... but you've never–" he stutters under your gaze. "Oh God, don't tell me we've been this stupid!"

You chuckle and nod slowly. "Apparently, yes, we have been." You smile, and your chest is so full of fondness and love that it's hard to breathe. "And we wasted a lot of time. But at least we're here now."

Felix nods timidly and you lean in again, this time just kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin under his chin. You move closer to Felix's ear and then back towards his jaw. He starts to breathe harder, hands clutching the shirt of your pajamas, and his thumb brushes against the hardened nub of your nipple, making you hiss quietly.

Felix moans when you start licking at his lips again.

"Good?" you ask, smiling against his skin.

Felix nods. "Yeah. Y-you can keep going."

You comply, because you could never deny anything to him. You softly suck his upper lip between your teeth and let it go with a loud pop. Then you move to his neck again, and you bite him carefully a few times until Felix starts to squirm beneath you. The thought that you are the first person, the first woman, doing this to him has heat rushing to your face and you wonders if Felix wants to do more, or if he wants to keep things over the clothes. You are okay waiting. You've waited for years.

"Can I… can I ask you something?" he stutters when your hands find his hips and you start caressing them in tiny circles.

"Of course, Lix. You can ask me anything." you reassure him, rising your head from the crook of his neck and looking at him fondly.

"You know what we were talking about before," he breathes shyly, eyes big and teary. "I wasn't able to do anything with all the people I dated because... they were not you," he admits. "and – uh, I don't know how to say this. It's embarassing."

Felix sighs as he tries to hide his face behind his hands, but you stop him by grabbing his wrists.

"Do you want to try? Now?" you ask calmly, ignoring the burning lava that is flooding into your veins at the thought of having Felix like that, just for you.

Felix nods again, all soft and timid. "I wanna try. With you." He mutters as his hips buck involuntarily against yours for the first time. And that's when you notice that Felix is hard under you, cock stirring to life when you grind down into him as a response to his movement. "B-but I don't know anything, noona. You have to show me."

You hover your face over Felix's for a moment, searching something into his eyes before diving in again for a kiss. Felix hums languidly against you and you pull his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it before letting it go slowly, teeth dragging. Felix groans deep in his chest and you can feel the vibrations go straight to your pussy. Then the realization that you are finally doing it hits you.

You. And Felix.

I need to stay focused, you think when you start feeling your head becoming too clouded with desire. Felix feels so tender and warm against you, and it's difficult to concentrate when your arousal begins to pool in your panties, just a few layers of fabric separating your core from Felix's poor neglected cock. The kisses get sloppier but Felix doesn’t seem to mind, and you quickly find a rhythm between the movements of your lips and the gentle rocking of your body against his.

"What do you want to do, sweetheart? You can tell me." You hum as your mouth latches again onto the spot between Felix's neck and shoulder, sucking and then soothing the skin with your tongue.

"Ah, fuck…" Felix curses when your hand finally trails down his chest and lightly grazes his cock from over his pants. He feels sensitive and overwhelmed in the best way possible, and he feels like he is losing his mind already. "W-want to touch you, noona, please. Please, I've been wanting to touch you forever."

A tiny moan escapes from your parted lips at Felix's confession and you are pretty sure that your panties are now ruined for good. You can feel the hot stickiness gluing them to your entrance.

"Okay, baby." You sigh, shifting your weight in order to lift your hips a little from Felix's body. "You can touch me. I'll show you how. Is that what you want?"

Felix pants and his fists close again on your shirt as if he's trying to steady himself. "Y-yes please. Show me." He answers, and he looks completely blissed out, hair as a messy crown around his beautiful face.

"Okay." You concede, gathering all of your weight on your right arm to pull down both your pajamas shorts and underwear with just one quick motion, air finally hitting pungently the heath of your pussy.

Felix gulps and you see his Adam's apple bobbing deliciously as he stares at the way a sticky string of slick is connecting your entrance to the cotton of your panties. You feel your core pulsing at the sight and you let the garnments fall on the ground, climbing back to Felix's body and straddling his lap.

Felix looks up to you, but his eyes keep flicking back between your face and the mound of your pussy, and you try to thrust gently against the hard fabric of his jeans, just over his hardened erection. When you rock your hips tentatively on his bulge, your clit gets caught on the cold metal of his belt, making you hiss. Your pussy throbs, releasing a gush of arousal over where Felix's cockhead should be.

"Lixie, baby." You breathe out. "Noona needs your hand for this."

Felix cheeks are as red as cherries and he hiccups at your request, nodding twice and pliantly offering you his right hand. He places it just near your thigh, not daring to get any closer to your heath without any given permission.

You smile softly at him and you wrap your thumb and index around his wrist, bringing his palm to the front of your pussy and letting it brush against the hood of your clit for just a second. "I guess you watched porn before, uh, baby?" you ask him grinding gently on his hand. "I think you know a bit about female anatomy already."

Felix sighs and a wanton moan rises from his throat when he feels your engorged clit bumping against his skin. "Y-yes, I have." He blushes.

You laugh breathily at his shyness and you let his hand slide past your front to eventually press on your labia, guiding his slim fingers to spread the wetness gushing from your hole.

"Usually I prefer to be stimulated here," you say, nudging the pad of his thumb against your sensitive bud. "In little circles." and you move your hand in tandem with him, circling your clit and trembling a little from his insecure touch. Another spurt of arousal drips from your pussy and coaxes Felix's fingers, making him moan.

"But now I want it inside." Your voice is sickengly sweet, and Felix looks like he is one step away from hyperventilating. His teeth dig on his bottom lip and he sighs in pleasure.

"Please," he whines. "Please, let me."

You roll your hips so that the tips of his fingers catch your entrance, and suddenly you sink down in just one motion. His middle and ring finger meet you halfway, and he watches your face in adoration as the two digits push into you. You let out a small whimper when his palm finds your mound again, and you finally sit on him fully.

"Ah – noona. G-god." He keens as he feels his fingers being wrapped up with your warmth.

You lift up from him, desperate for some friction, your hand still grabbing his wrist to guide him and help him. "Baby, fuck, finally." You grunt as your hips swing forward and back to create a sort of rhythm. "Wanted you like this for the longest time, you have no idea."

Felix mewls as he hears the squelching sound of his hand against your throbbing cunt. The schlick schlick is filthy and loud, and his head starts spinning. "Noona, you are so soft, so warm. Fuck, why are you so wet?" He cries, eyes big and round and locked at the way your pussy is engulfing a part of himself.

The drag of his fingers makes your head floaty and you grind further down onto his knuckles, the stretch making you want more and more.

"That's how it's supposed to be with a woman, sweetheart. We are programmed to take." You chuckle breathily as you slowly but steadily fuck yourself onto Felix's fingers. "But you are too, right? My sweet boy. You are just taking what I am giving to you, isn't it?"

Felix moans and his pads involuntarily curl upwards, brushing against your gummy spot as his head falls back, deep groans tumbling out of his parted lips. "Ah – too wet noona, too wet. I wanna, w-wanna..."

"What? What do you want, baby? Tell me, I wanna hear." You sound rightfully out of breath while you fuck mercilessly Felix's digits and you flood his hand with your juices. You shift forward to kiss him on the mouth and his palm finds your clit again, sending jolts of pleasure through your spine.

"Wanna... w-wanna be with you. Please, noona, I've waited. I need – oh, God – I need you fully. I l-love you so much, I always wanted it to be with you." He sighs against your mouth before you can slot your lips together and lace your tongue on his, sucking the wet muscle slowly until Felix is reduced as a squirming mess under you.

"Oh my sweet boy, my angel," you praise him as you try to slow down your movements. If you keep going with this pace you will cum too soon, and you want to finish together with Felix for your first time.

Felix follows your mouth and with his free hand he timidly brushes your left breast, staring at the way it bounces with every thrust of your hips on his hand. It looks mesmerized by the way your body moves and gets wet over him, preparing itself to welcome him inside even if he doesn't properly know what to do.

With a low grunt, you force yourself to stop your thrusts and you peck Felix on his tumid, soft lips. His hand falls uselessly on his hip while you balance your body on his waist to finally get rid of your last piece of clothing, throwing the filmsy shirt of your pajamas away.

Felix looks at your naked body as he if he was admiring a painting and, despite of your confidence, you find yourself blushing a little under his devoted gaze. You dreamt about this moment so much, pondering that it would never come, and now it feels almost surreal to have Felix all for you as you always wanted.

"I love you, Felix." You whisper lovingly, a tear stuck on the corner of your eye. "I love you so much."

And Felix beams. His eyes, watery with pleasure, lit up and bring a smile to his beautiful face, the face that you wished you could caress and claim as yours for so many years. "I am yours, noona. Please, make me yours." He murmurs softly.

You kiss him again, and it's hungrier this time, even more than the kisses you already shared. And then the kissing melts into licking, and then into biting, until Felix's hand finds your waist and then falls to cup your ass.

"I need you out of these clothes in 10 seconds." You mutter with a breathy sound, and Felix is fervent to obey, quickly getting rid of his pants and underwear and throwing his pink hoodie away, far from you.

When you crawl back into his lap, Felix is sitting on the couch. You find your place on his legs, straddling him until you are face to face and you can hear the sweet sound of his erratic breathing against your ear.

"I want to do it like this." You breathe out, gently nipping at his lips and then placing a small kiss at the corner of his mouth. "Wanna see you."

Felix sighs and his aching cock, now finally free from the constriction of his pants, throbs against your lower belly, spurting a gush of precum which dribbles into your navel. "I can't believe this is really happening." He hiccups, pleasure making his head feel dizzy.

You smile fondly. "Me neither." And you bring your hand down, resting your hot palm over his shaft and giving pressure until you are dragging the skin of his cock up and down. Felix melts with a breathy mewl.

Felix has a perfect cock, you think, and then you say it out loud. "You have a perfect cock, baby."

Felix gasps and he throws his head back, hitting the cushion of the couch. You can see that his face is flushed with arousal and embarassment, and that makes you feel lightheaded.

"So perfect," you continue, playing with your fingers and bringing your thumb to the engorged tip, smearing the thick droplets of precum all along his aching muscle until you graze his balls. "Perfect size, perfect girth, perfect color. You know how pretty your cock is, baby? Not too long, but chubby. I love it."

"Noona," Felix sighs painfully, thighs parting under your weight to give you more space. He looks fucked up, and you barely touched him.

"I want to play with it forever," you say, picking up your pace and jerking him fully. "And I will do it. I will touch this sweet cock all day long, making it cum so many times, making it feel so so so good."

"Please, please, please." Felix keens and throbs again on your hand, now hard as a rock and trying to stay as still as he can.

"It looks so tasty, too. Wanna slurp it in one bite." You whisper as you swirl your index on the slit of his cockhead and Felix lets out the sweetest groan you could imagine. It's so easy to pleasure him, and he responds to you so well.

"But not now," you reassure him. "Now I need you inside of me. Need you as deep as you can. Need you to be mine."

Felix forces his eyes open and his hands grip into the underside of your thighs, bringing you closer to him. You cross your arms behind his neck, slotting your lips together once again because you just can't get enough of Felix's breathy moans as you bring him to the edge with you.

"Noona, I don't, ah– I don't have a condom." He urges to tell you when you circle your hips against him and his tip catches the entrance of your pussy.

"We don't need a condom. I am on the pill, and I am clean." You pull away to mouth at Felix's neck, and you suck at the column until you are gliding your mouth over his Adam's apple. "And you are too, obviously. Don't worry about that, sweetheart. I need to feel you all hard and raw inside of me."

You kiss Felix again, breaths coming out in restless wisps, hips frantic. "Can you take it?" you ask against his lips, your right hand gripping Felix's wet cock. Felix nods, gulping loudly. With your arm reached behind you and your head dipped forward, you slap the tip against your cunt, eyes never leaving his face.

Felix swallows, and you can feel his heart racing as you nudge his cockhead against your heath, pussy clenching and unclenching for pleasure. You look at him in the eyes for one last time, and then you sink.

When Felix's tip breeches, you whimper at the stretch with you head lolled to the side. You push your hips down, taking Felix's chubby cock slowly until you’re seated on it. And, with his cock fully inside, Felix groans and tears finally spill from his eyes, wetting his cheeks and rolling down to his chin.

"Ah– oh, God, please! P-ple eh e-ease." He cries as he grips your hips so tight that he is gonna leave marks.

"Easy, baby. Easy." You pant, eyes rolling on your skull at the way the head of his cock presses perfectly on your spongy spot. Felix's tongue lolls out from his mouth, and you take the tip between your lips, suckling lightly on it before lifting your hips up and then slamming back again.

"It's too tight, too tight, too w-wet," Felix sobs, a dribble of saliva forming a tiny bubble at the top of his upper lip. You lower your head to look at the way you are taking Felix to the brim, his swollen balls resting on the curve of your ass, and you let out a lewd sound at the view.

But it's not enough, because this is Felix's first time, and you just know from the way he is trembling that he is not gonna last long, the poor angel he is. You played with him a bit too long considering his inexperience, and now you can feel him twitching inside of you, bringing you close as well with just a few pumps.

"I know, baby, I know. You feel so fucking good too. You fill me so well, look." And you take one of the hands that are gripping your hips, making it slide against your pussy to let him feel the point were you two are connected.

Felix grasps the base of his cock with his wrist and he tries to push it even deeper inside of your wet heath with a loud groan. "It's so, s-so good." He repeats mindlessly.

You gather all of your strength, gripping into Felix's shoulders in front of you and letting you knees carry your weight as you finally begin to ride his cock. You raise your ass up just to feel the tip catch at your rim only to force back down, fast and hard.

"Noona, ah– noona!" Felix grunts out, "F-fuck, I can't, I c-can't!"

At a particularly deep thrust, Felix cries out again, a slew of filthy words and many slurred versions of your name coming out of his red, juicy lips.

"Baby, Felix, baby." You moan, letting yourself fall against his chest and beginning to move your hips in circles. You feel his cock hitting deliciously at your cervix and your clit rubbing on Felix's hip bone.

"I lo-oh-ove you." Unable to help it, Felix begins to thrust up quickly, grinding his cock inside of you and smashing his warm cheek against your shoulder, as you involuntarily squeeze your walls around his shaft.

You are trying to make this last a little bit more, but a tight coil of pleasure starts to form in your lower belly, and Felix's heavy and raspy whines tell you that he is in your same conditions. "Feels so good, sweetheart. So thick and hot, you are making me cum, ah– so quick." You blabber, head feeling floaty. "Are you close too? Tell me you are close. Wanna come with you."

Felix hiccups and his thrusts become messy and erratic, cock leaking inside of you as you clench around him. "Close, close, s-so close." He picks you up by your thighs to throw you onto his cock as if you were weightless. "Can I, ah a-ahhh, w-where can I–?" he sobs out with every thrust.

"Inside, Lix, my love. Cum inside," you praise him. "So good to me. So good." And you whine as Felix fucks desperately into you, a thick layer of sweat on his freckled skin.

Two more pushes are what it takes to have your pussy clenching hard and tight around Felix, and as your clit rubs one last time against his pubic bone, your eyes roll backwards and you cum with a filthy long moan, flooding Felix's cock with your juices.

As the orgasm hits you, you smash your lips against Felix's and suffocate your whines on his mouth. As soon as Felix feels you pulsing around his drooly cock, you see him going cross-eyed. Then, he pushes almost violently into your heath and comes with one final, deep smash of his cock, filling you up.

Voice hoarse with pleasure and a little out of breath, Felix moans softly, face finding its comforting place in the crook of your neck. "I love you." he whispers.

You both stay silent for a couple of minutes, and you loll your head to the side to huff warm breaths that tickle Felix's temples.

"How do you feel?" You asks, bringing your fingers to slowly pet Felix's damp hair. You tongue feels heavy inside your mouth, and your legs muscles sting. But you are happy.

"I feel like I waited for this moment for my entire life." Felix's words are slow and shy, despite of what just happened between the two of you. You can feel him chuckling against your shoulder. "I still have to process what is going on."

"We have time." You murmur, kissing his forehead and hugging him lovingly, keeping him safe in your arms. "Now we have all the time in the world."

Felix smiles. The room is not dark anymore.

©️ jilixthinker, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or republish my works anywhere.

[naeviskz]

“ PRETTY , PLEASE ” ๑‧˚₊ ─── FLX

synopsis ; you think your roommate is really pretty, but you think he’s even prettier when he whines and begs for you.

genre 숌 virgin!felix x fuckgirl!reader | roommates AU

words - 4.0k+ tags/warnings 숌 fluff, pwp, smut, (slight age difference: felix is 23/reader is 25), sub!felix/dom!reader, noona kink?, perv!lix, oral (m), solo masturbation, corruption kink, edging, dacryphilia, rlly cute & soft ending tho <3

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Have you ever met someone so pure and innocent that you feel the need to shield them from any and all bad influences that might corrupt them?

Those were your exact thoughts when you first locked eyes with your new roommate Felix. You thought he was the most precious little bean ever ;( His shy, timid nature made you want to coddle him like a baby, and always spoke in such a polite, well-mannered tone due to you being his senior. At first Felix didn’t talk very much when he moved in and was constantly cooped up in his room doing god knows what, but eventually he’d warm up to you and the two of you soon became really good friends.

You don’t particularly like most men, you tend to get annoyed with them easily, only using them for a quick fuck because that’s all they’re good for. Personally, you didn’t care to start getting serious with anyone at the moment, prioritizing work and other future goals instead of boys who come and go. Felix was quite literally the only exception to this. You genuinely enjoyed his company and valued him as more than a friend, he was so easy to talk to and could make anyone in a room feel comfortable with his presence.

You loved how he never made a fuss about chores when you didn’t feel like doing them. He was never rude or brought strangers over, and he kept to himself most of the time— the perfect roommate ever. Felix was studying biology at school to become a veterinarian as he’s told you many times he loves animals before. You were already out of school by now, as you graduated 2 years ago but you didn’t mind living with someone a couple years younger. He’s very mature for being in his early twenties, even more than some of the 30+ year old “men” you’ve slept with in the past.

One thing you’ve noticed since he’s always keeping to himself, he takes his schooling very serious and constantly studies. He never drinks, smokes, or goes out to parties, but he doesn’t act better than anyone either, it’s just how he is. You’ve never seen someone so dedicated to their work, wondering in the back of your mind if he even knows what taking a break means. You’ve tried getting to invite him out to other social events but he would always say that studying was far more important, you seriously never seen someone be so obsessed with school. Before you graduated, you weren’t a straight A student by any means but you did care about your grades, overall you still managed to balance a social life within.

Felix was never the judgmental type, he didn’t care if you brought a lot of friends over or the occasional hook up you’d have, he would just turn a blind eye to most of those things. You didn’t think it’d ever impact the way you both interacted but unfortunately after a while things have started to get a bit awkward between you. He’s been awfully more quiet these days and whenever you two would walk by in passing he could barely even look at you. Any time he did, it was if he’d seen a ghost or something— the way his face went pale from being drained of all color and would immediately hurry back into his room.

You don’t know what’s up with him but the more he’s been treating you this way the more you feel like he doesn’t seem to like you very much anymore. This weekend you plan to have a quick chat with him about everything and to clear up some potential misunderstandings. Little do you know the real reason why he’s been keeping his distance from afar…

God he feels like such a creep for eavesdropping on you having sex with someone else right now.

It wasn’t supposed to end up this way, he simply walked past your door without a second thought but as he came closer he heard what is presumably you moaning out another guy’s name. That’s when it piques his curiosity to listen further, he’s only heard this type of stuff from watching porn but it’s a whole different experience when in real life. He should feel more than embarrassed about doing this, ashamed for invading his roommates privacy in such a horrid way but he doesn’t move. Only continuing to press his ear up against the mahogany door, getting a clearer sound of your wanton moans, feeling something shift.. a familiar throbbing sensation causes the sudden constriction in his pants.

He’s far too gone to even think about stopping at this point, subconsciously dragging his hand further down as he comes in contact with his hardened cock. All he could hear was skin slapping, imagining you bent over the bed while taking it from behind, arching your back as you pant louder for them to go faster and faster. Felix continues to feel himself through the constraints of his clothing but it wasn’t enough for him, it wasn’t enough to alleviate the discomfort down there. So he ends up going back to his room to finish his little fap sesh, ridding himself of everything, t-shirt, sweats, boxers— ready to finish what he accidentally started.

“___, please..” he’d stir in his bed, going to town on his cock as he pumps his hand around it, thinking about you on top of him. “Noona.. m’so close…” he whimpers out desperately, feeling so overly sensitive that his body’s buzzing with pleasure.

Felix was so overwhelmed in his thoughts he barely noticed the precum leaking out and spilling around his small hand, his eyes were completely shut and zoned out in utter bliss. He wishes nothing more than to have you doing this to him instead, wondering what it’s like to have a girl as hot as you jerk his cock for him, he’s never experienced what it’s like but he’d want you to be his first if he ever does. It frustrates him that he can’t have you in the same way those other guys do, they’re more experienced and can please you better than he could.

One thing he knows now is that he’ll never be able to look at you normally again after doing all of this.

Things just couldn’t get any worse for him at this point. He’s now found a pair of your underwear which has mistakenly ended up in his laundry somehow. He didn’t do know what to do … if he tells you it accidentally got mixed in with his stuff then you’ll probably accuse him of stealing them as an excuse. Plus he didn’t want to face the embarrassment of even handing these back to you. It was a really pretty pair too, a red lace thong with black trim and a cute satin bow on the front. He wonders how your ass would look in these panties, secretly getting so jealous of all your hook ups and how they’ve all got to see you naked.

Felix decides the best course of action is to quickly return them in your room before you finish showering. He’ll simply sneak into your room, put them back in your underwear drawer, and he won’t have to think about it again, this was going to be the easiest plan of execution. Boy could he have been any more wrong. He couldn’t find which drawer they were supposed to be in, essentially wasting more and more time trying to find where to stash them. He honestly could’ve hid them anywhere but he was paranoid about that seeming suspicious too. Then he just considers possibly keeping them for himself. Playing with the fabric in his hands as he thinks of the idea to jerk his cock with your underwear wrapped around it. If only you knew the things he wanted you to do to him..

“What’re you doing in my room Lixie?” You question your roommate’s intentions as you walk in from getting out in the shower. You catch him holding something in his hands but quickly stuffs the object away in his pockets.

Fuck he’s totally screwed. There’s no going back from this now.

“Uh- nothing! I was just about to leave actually-” just as he attempts to make a run for it, he turns around and comes face to face with you in just a bath towel.

He’s legitimately gone crazy now, stopping dead in his tracks to gawk at your beauty. You exude high levels of sex appeal without even trying, it’s almost intimidating being in the same room as you. Felix thought you look absolutely gorgeous in your natural state, noticing the fresh water droplets still glistening on your skin and wet strands of hair sticking to your face. He really wants to know what’s underneath that singular layer, sensing another uncomfortable situation down there.

“Don’t be silly Lix, you looked like you were looking for something. What’re you holding?” You continue asking but he refuses to give any solid answers, telling you over and over how it’s “nothing” and he wasn’t lying but something didn’t seem right about his behavior.

You saw he put something in his pocket from earlier, so without a second thought you reach into that same pocket to grab whatever was in there. Everything happened so fast Felix didn’t even have time to process what was going on, mortified when he sees you pulling out a pair of your underwear from his sweatpants.

“Why do you have these?” Your expression was stone cold, you genuinely looked pissed off and it was starting to frighten him. He didn’t think you’d actually be upset about this but now he wishes he had just hid it somewhere randomly.

“It’s not what it looks like ___, you’ve got the wrong idea!”

“No I definitely know what’s going on here. Didn’t ever really take you as the type to be such a perv,” you chuckle at his horrible attempt in making any excuses. Coming closer to him now, placing both palms on his shoulders, you get all the way up to his ear and whisper, “I like perverts though ‘cause I’m one too.”

His face burned a crimson shade, growing flustered at your sudden dirty confession. The only thing he could do was gulp out of nervousness, even more worried if you discover the massive hard on he’s sporting in his pants. A subtle smirk forms onto your lips, debating where you should kiss and mark first but you want to take your time with someone like Felix— he’s too pretty not to. You lightly brush your lips against his neck, as if he’s so fragile and delicate, making him tremble from the sudden cool air you blow against his skin.

Felix felt his heart beating out of his chest, internally panicking at what’s soon to come. It’s not like he didn’t want any of this to happen, he’s just worried out his mind and tends to overthink everything. Those anxious thoughts were soon adjourned with a pair of soft lips against his trembling ones, eyes bulging out from the sudden shock of your actions. He stood there awkwardly for a bit as he’s never kissed someone before, he doesn’t know how he should react but he mimics your movements. You deepen the kiss even further, gently caressing the side of his face into your palm— his body was so stiff it made you feel self conscious about you making the first move. He was kissing you back but it didn’t feel like there was any emotion behind it, everything he’s doing seems so robotic and manufactured. You’re starting to think he may not actually be enjoying this.

“Something wrong?” You cautiously pull away to voice concern, regretting everything if he’s uncomfortable by your advances.

He mentally curses himself, feeling more upset at you thinking you’re the problem. “N-no… you’re perfect. This is perfect, it’s just- I’ve never done it before..” His voice trails off towards the end, embarrassed by his lack of experience.

“You’ve never had sex before?” You blink in confusion, it was seemingly impossible for someone as attractive as Felix to have never had a single sexual encounter in his life. However, you’d be more than happy to change that.

“No.” He shook his head, frowning at his sad revelation that he’s a 23 year old virgin.

“Awee, s’cute. I get to be your first!” You couldn’t help but find that to be so adorable, you haven’t took someone’s virginity since freshman year of college, it excites you all over again.

He’s seemingly surprised by the way you respond, “You’re not put off by that?” Most girls in your position wouldn’t want to deal with someone like him. He needs to be trained, taught exactly how to please a woman the way she needs to— which you’re more than capable of doing.

“No, why would I be?” It’s not everyday you hear a guy as handsome as Felix say that they’re a virgin, it intrigues you in some capacity. You want him to become your cute little plaything, someone only you can corrupt exactly the way you want.

“So you’ve never pleasured another girl before? Like not even fingering?” You delve deeper with more questions, wanting to know everything he’s done or hasn’t.

He shook his head yet again, “no, I’ve never done anything.”

This was unlike anything you’ve seen before, at least the other guys you knew who were virgins had actually done a few other things but this was new for you. The fact he was able to confide in you with something so personal made you want to be his first so badly. Maybe this was perfect— you were way more experienced than him so you can show him the ropes, how it’s really done. You express to him that it’s okay he was inexperienced, it’s nothing to be ashamed of and he’s in good hands now.

“What if I don’t do it right?” Felix looks so worried, his adam’s apple bobbed each time he nervously swallowed.

“You won’t because I’m here,” you reassure him by placing an affectionate hand on his shoulder, flashing a warm smile. “I’ll show you how to, don’t be shy it’s fine baby. Just lye back on the bed and I’ll take care of you pretty.”

He did everything he was told, all instructed by you. Lying down on the bed with his back against your pink silk pillow, the black tee he wore slightly rode up, causing you to get a glimpse of his tummy. It was too cute not to touch, your nimble fingers travel up his waist to raise his shirt higher, feeling up his lower body.

Felix felt so powerless as you hover over his frame, both your legs on either side of his, enclosing him in such a tight space. Taking slow, deep exhales, he grows more tense as you slide your hands north, it’s a whole new sensation he’s never felt before. His breath hitched at you suddenly coming in contact with his nipple, brushing over it ever so slightly to elicit a subtle reaction. You love how sensitive he’s become to any minor touch you provide, feeling your arousal leak further down to your thighs as you think of turning him into your personal slut.

“Should I take this off?” You suddenly propose an idea, referring to the bath towel that was hanging on you by a thread. It was seemingly already coming undone as you didn’t tie the front properly, he was able to get a good view of your chest peaking out at the top.

“Mhmm..” Felix hums in sexual frustration, unable to get a clear word or sentence out in any possible way.

You oblige, biting your lip seductively at him as you reach to untie the loose knot, slowly prying the towel off your body that’s now completely dry. “Let’s start off with something easy,” you carefully suggest, traveling your hands down to the band of his gray joggers, lightly tugging them down to reveal his boxer briefs.

The tiny, blond, freckled boy is staring up at you with his big bambi eyes, he can’t believe there’s a naked girl on top of him while he’s still partially fully clothed. All the blood surges to his cock, making him so painfully hard he’s never been so desperate for someone to touch him in his life. Hips bucking into nothing as he humps the air for any stimulation, you couldn’t prevent the giggle that escaped your mouth. Finding him to be so utterly pathetic.

You lean in to kiss him again, never quite getting enough of the yummy taste of him. Tracing your index finger over the outline of his bulge, you feel him pulse underneath as you keep teasing him with more light touches. He could feel you smiling into the kiss, biting down on his lower lip as your free hand gets tangled in his platinum locks. You eventually sprung his cock freely out the constraints of his briefs, watching it stick straight up from being so unbelievably hard. His cock was gorgeous, about 6 inches in length and 2.5” thick, his tip was an angry, ruby red but the rest a blush pink color. Your fingers laced around his shaft, getting closer to spit directly on it before giving him a few moderate pumps. Felix threw his head back slightly, gripping the bedsheets in utmost pleasure, whimpering loudly as he ruts his hips to match the movements of your hand. Unable to hold back from just how good you’re making him feel he calls your name out again and again. His deep voice only gets raspier, a beautifully stark contrast to his angelic face being stuck in euphoria. As your pace increases he only gets more vocal, panting heavily while begging to cum as his jaw slacks wide open. Flashes of white invade his vision, everything around him becomes to fade into a blur. That’s when it all gets abruptly ripped away from him, soon as your hand withdraws his cock he opens his eyes again. His lips quivered in devastation, feeling as though he could cry from this.

“W-why’d you stop?” He whines out of frustration, wanting so badly to cum all over your hand.

The sight of him made you so incredibly turned on. Obsessed with the mess you’ve created so far, his flushed, rosy cheeks with drool seeping down his chin, his precum has leaked out everywhere.

You don’t answer, only chuckling at his misery. It’s fun to play with him, see how far you can push him in getting to do whatever you want.

“Want me to suck your cock, hmm? Say pretty please and I’ll make you feel so good.” Never breaking eye contact as you say it, getting off on the fact you have all the control and he’s totally helpless in your hold.

Felix is reluctant to speak at first, but he chokes up the courage to stutter out a plea, “P-pretty please.. Noona please...” lifting his hips just to feel something— you aggressively force them back down with your hand.

A devilish smirk forms across your face, you didn’t know he was the type to call you that. You want to reward him even more but only if he can be good and does everything exactly your way.

“Don’t cum ‘til I say you can. Got it?” You flash a look that’s anything but merciful, getting a rush from this dominant role you happen to take on surprisingly well.

He nods obediently, understanding what the consequences may be if he doesn’t listen. He wants to try his best to please you in any way he can, it’s the least he can do when you’re the one doing most of the work.

Wrapping your lips around his tip, you feel him twitch instantly inside your mouth, opening just a bit to swirl your tongue along his member. His cock feels slightly sore from being edged once before, gasping when he feels the plushness of your lips on him. Sinking further down, you fully take his length in your mouth now, head bobbing up and down to get the entirety of his cock down your throat. Felix couldn’t move, think, let alone breathe properly— he’s so far gone that the only thing consuming his mind is you.

“Like getting your cock sucked baby?” You coo, bringing your hand to gently caress his balls, making him cry out even more.

He only frantically nods in response, too weak and too lost in the feeling to speak, “Mmm…” he mumbles, he’s so close but he can’t cum, he has to resist the urge but it’s so difficult. There’s no way he’s going to be able to keep this up for much longer.

“Use your words Lixie,” suddenly pulling away from his balls, “or else I’m going to stop again.”

He’s back to being whiny again, not wanting to be edged so cruelly like last time, he finally chokes out a reply, “Y-yes.. I love it.”

You really love the way he sounds, you could listen to him like this all day. Back to what you were doing previously, your mouth completely takes him in, lashes fluttering up at him while you’re doing the most unholy act there is. His brain goes fuzzy as he can’t get over how amazing this feels, broken moans escaping his throat from the warmth of your tongue enveloping his cock. Humming around him in response to his constant throbbing, Felix hisses from the vibrations throughout his body. He’s trembling with so many nerves hitting all once, it’s all so new to him; this might just be the most intense feeling he’s ever had.

“Nggh… gonna cum- can’t hold it anymore..” he meekly warns, tears roll down his face as it begins to be too much for him to bear.

You decide to let him this time, feeling a little sense of sympathy for a cutie pie like him. There’s always next time you can edge him and break him down until he babbles and cries even harder. Your core aches just thinking about all the fantasies you’ll bring to life soon, it’ll never be a boring day from now on.

“Go ahead baby, cum in my mouth,” you urge him to finish by going faster, sucking him off like your life depends on it.

He can feel the coil in his stomach tightening, pushing him to the edge as he’s thrashing around the bed, moaning and crying out all types of profanities. The last words he spoke before he came was pure gibberish, too busy focusing on his release shooting out— he lulls his head back into the pillow from exhaustion. He doesn’t think he’s ever came that hard in his entire life. His eyes rolled back as you greedily swallow his cum, still continuing to suck like he wasn’t mewling for you to stop. More of his load comes out as you keep going, milking every last drop of him until he’s all drained out and empty.

Finally letting go of his cock, you pull away as you make a loud ‘pop’ with your mouth, a thin string of saliva still connecting you to his crotch.

“You did so good for me Lixie,” you praise sweetly, coming up to kiss his pouty lips after you’d just sucked him dry. He kisses back immediately, getting a taste of his release on your tongue, “c’mere puppy,” you motion him to come along once you pull away.

He’s not sure what you have in mind but he follows anyway, blindly letting you boss him around at this point. Felix enjoys every second of it though, you may have unlocked something he never knew he needed.

Your hands run over his shoulders, “How ‘bout we run you a bath, yeah?” Your voice is as low and gentle as a whisper, sounding as though you didn’t just do those unspeakable things minutes ago. He’s more at ease you’ve turned into a sweeter, more compassionate version of yourself now, “I think my precious baby deserves it.”

- 完 ︎♡︎

[hw4-l1z]

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Stray Kids Boypussy

Sub!bp!skz x Dom!Gn!reader

Cw: boypussy// reader has a dick but no specific gender mentioned// fingering// squirting// pussy eating// switch!reader for hyunjin and linos// teasing// use of sex toys// face sitting// choking// thigh riding// overstim// finger sucking// mentions of mouth spitting//

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Chan

The best tasting pussy out them all, all because he lovessss his pineapple juice.

Clean shaven.

He gets soooo wet

You love to trail your hand down to his sopping wet core after you're done teasing him all day just to feel he's absolutely soaked through. You could actually feel it through his shorts.

Have him sit on one of your thighs (his back to your chest) on his break during practise, gripping and caressing his thigh, inching closer and closer to his core as he subtly grind down onto your thigh before he's called back to continue with practise. He leaves behind a little we patch on your thigh that you have to cover with his hoodie.

His little clit is so sensitive but he fucking loves when your tie his hands back and play with it. He's so whiny, bucking into your hand as your rub soft circles around it, driving him insane.

Loves when you hold your hand over his mouth and finger fuck his pretty pink pussy unti he's squirting all over your hand and the bed

His pussy is so messy

You're fucking him so good, his legs to his chest, almost in the mating press position and his slick is dripping from him making such lewd wet noises evertime your cock slams into him

Grips the fuck out your hair when you eat him out.

Loves sitting on your face, he circles his hips around so your nose brushes perfectly against his clit

Gets embarrassed when his squirt is all over your face but you love it so much.

Lee know

Such a pretty little pussy.

Has a little hair but not too much cause he prefers to be a little clean shaven

Once shaved his pubes into the shape of a kitty head. It made you burst out laughing at first but you found is so cute and gave him such a good orgasm after that since he spent alot of time trying to perfect it.

A little more on the brownish side cause of his tanned skin tone.

Tastes quite salty but you love it nonetheless

Rides your cock like a fucking pro. Likes to take charge when riding you cause he knows how pathetic you can get sometimes.

Got that gorilla grip too😮‍💨 milks the fuck out of your cock

Moves his hips in time with your fingers when they work around his clit

Loves being played with and fingered with your hands stuffed down his pants, just sitting there lazily whilst you pleasure him.

Always let's out the loudest moans when he cums

Not a squirter, you've tried but it never works. He's more a creamer.

Depending on how much work and pleasure you're giving him then the more cream spills from him when he cums.

If your just lazy fucking then only a little dribbling

But if your plowing him into next Tuesday then yeah it'll be flowing out him, all over your cock and making a mess of the bed.

Doesn't get supperrrr wet, just more so sticky with a little wetness

Changbin

CHUBBY PUSSY OH MY GODDDDDD

He's a cute little tint of pink and has some JUICY lips😮‍💨

He used to be so embarrassed at how chubby it was but you couldn't get enough of how perfect you though he was

Doesn't tend to be hairy but sometimes if he can't be bothered shaving then it's fine, it doesn't bother you at all.

Cutest little clit that's SO sensitive

You love circle your tongue around it until it he's having to pull you off cause he can't handle it. Holding his hips down since he wriggles and squirms about so much.

Can't help but accidentally squeeze your head between his plush thighs sometimes but you'd happily suffocate between them.

One time when you were eating him out and he came so hard that his legs wrapped around you and his thighs locked around your head, his hand gripping your hair as he damn near breaks your neck with his bare thighs. You were scared of giving him head for awhile after that but he felt SO bad about it :(

Used to be so scared about sitting on your face cause he didn't wanna hurt you again 😭 but eventually he did and oh my god he came all over your face after like 2 minutes.

Yelps whenever you give a little smack to his clit.

Like Lino he also doesn't get super wet, more sticky with a little wetness.

Loves when you take him from behind

He can feel you so deep inside him when he bend over completely, back arched perfectly for you.

Loves to grind against your thigh whenever he's feeling extra submissive and needy, his head nestled into the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped tightly around the back of your neck

So squirmy and whiny when you hold a vibrator to his clit. He cums soooo fast when you use a vibrator on him so you overstimulate him and pull about 4 orgasms from him.

Hyunjin

He can either be quite hairy or completely bald down there

His clit isn't as sensitive as the others but his hole on the other hand...it feels like pure ecstasy when your fucking him.

He also rides dick like a pro and will probably pull atleast 2 or 3 orgasms out you before he cums even once.

He knows the power him and his pussy holds and takes advantage of that. He can be such power bottom at times.

His pussy would absolutely milk your cock wether he's subbing or domming.

When he's domming he likes to wrap his long slender fingers around your throat and choke you a little whilst he fucks himself onto you. Might even spit in your mouth whilst he's at it🤭

But when he's subbing he's such a sweaty, moaning mess under you

He'll suck on your fingers whilst you pound his wet sloppy pussy.

He gets really wet too

Sometimes if you tease him for long enough he'd actually be DRIPPING with slick.

He likes to tease you sometimes by making you sit and watch as he plays with his pussy, fingering himself and fucking himself with a dildo.

Han

SOOOOO SENSITIVE

So so so squirmy whenever you touch him

He loves wearing the prettiest panties for you just to make a big wet mess of them when you turn him on

On the salty side but you're obsessed with the taste of him

Even his scent is like heaven

Tease him under the table when out at a dinner with the other members or even on a night out. Fingers slowly working round his puffy clit as he tries his best not to squirm in his chair and draw attention to himself.

Loves being fingered by you. Anywhere. Anytime. He's always up for it.

Probably the biggest squirter of them all

Fucking him open with your fingers until he's squirting everywhere, making such a big mess to clean up

Eat him out so good until your face is drenched in his liquids

Fucking your cock into his soft velvety walls, his orgasm being so intense his pussy clenches so hard your cock is pushed out and his liquids squirt all over your lower stomach and dick.

It's hard cause it's such a big clean up everytime but he's always soaking wet even if you weren't even trying to turn him on

Because of the mess he makes you try fuck him in the shower most of the time but finding a comfortable position is a little tricky.

Also clean shaven but may have a little stripe or triangle cut at the top that he keeps trimmed.

Felix

I usually couldn't imagine his pussy being hairy like AT ALL but from the pictures I've seen on twitter...he seems like he's actually pretty hairy.

So let's just say he's mostly hairy down there but at times when he wants to feel extra pretty and cute for you and dress up in little pink outfits, then he'll be completely waxed.

Love love LOVES grinding on your thigh

He'd leave such a big wet patch after he's done

Sitting on your lap as you hold his hips down and help him move his hips along your thigh. Moving him round in circles and making sure to move your leg up so he can gain more friction

Not much of a squirter but he definitely can if you're making him feel REALLY good

Almost always shakes when he cums

His legs always clamp around your head if you're eating him out or around your hand if your playing with his pussy

It's such a pretty shade of pink and has some freckles on it too🤭

Would sit on your lap (his back to your chest) whilst playing some video games on his computer. Your cock buried deep into him. Eventually he'd reposition himself to be kneeling on the chair but still playing his games whilst bouncing on your cock. You'd help him slam his hips back down onto your cock everytime, hitting his sweet spot everytime.

Definitely a pillow humper

Don't be surprised if you come back home to him sleeping next to his dwaekki pillow that now has a big wet patch on it.

Also....BELLY BULGE

He loves the way he can always see your cock in his tummy whenever your fucking him. You're just so big he can barely fit you in :(

Seungmin

Clean shaven

Tightest pussy of them all

Tries to be a brat but the minute your cock is inside him he's turned into a whimpering little mess.

Oversized hoodies with cute lil panties underneath? Yes please

Punish him by making him play with himself whilst you sit back and stroke your cock. Make him beg for your to touch him, to fuck him or even to eat him out.

PUSSY SLAPPING

He loves when you slap his pussy, right on his clit. Makes him jolt everytime.

He's only had very few occasions where he's squirted and he was so embarrassed whilst your were just sitting there shocked and insanely horny.

One times when he was riding you, struggling to keep up his movements since his legs were to tired to keep moving so he resorted to grinding on you. You pulled him forward a little and started fucking up into him at such a rough pace. He was so dazed out by the overwhelming feeling that he couldn't find the words to tell you that had a feeling almost like having to pee. Eventually his legs started vigorously shaking and a loud moan leaves him as you lift him off your cock. The minute you lift him off his liquids burst out of him, making a big wet mess all over your abdomen as his legs try to close but are blocked by your hips.

You came untouched because of that. The site of it all and the way he reacted, his hand covering his face whilst you just held him up. You had a sudden burst of pleasure through you as you spill your own cum on your stomach along with his liquids.

He was so embarrassed but you kept telling him how fucking hot it was

I.n

Actually kinda hairy down there but keeps it trimmed down

Doesn't squirt and never has done

Creams quite a fair bit

So sensitive inside his pussy

Soooooo loud when your fucking him, he just can't handle the intense feeling of his pussy getting pounded by you.

Would be such a good boy for you

Would bend over and arch his back for you, ready for your to ruin him

He can get so desperate at times at even tries to back his ass up into your crotch just begging to be filled by you

Has such a big breeding kink

Loves when you fill his pussy to the brim, loves how it feels when your warm cum shoots out into him.

Loves the way your cum trickles out his hole and down all down him.

Clenches around you SO much but he can't help it :(

He'd let you bend him into whatever position you want and take him apart.

Prefers to be fucked by your cock rather than your fingers or eating him out but he does love when you play with his pussy.

He'd be so whiny as your rub gentle circles around his clit 😮‍💨.

When you do eat him out though he has such a bitter-sweet taste that you just can't help but savour every bit of it.

[hyuniepies]

Sweetener - L. Felix

˙ . ꒷ 🧸 . 𖦹˙—

pairing : felix x fem!reader

summary : you were more than excited to hang out with your friend felix however you soon found out how bad he was at hiding his intentions.

contains : sub!felix, soft dom!reader, unprotected sex, nipple play, loss of virginity, creampie

words : 2.1k

You and Felix had grown to become good friends and you absolutely loved being around him. He was your new coworker at the café you waited tables at and his sweet face and warm presence made the exhausting job a lot more bearable. 

Despite his shy nature, he opened up to you, and you found it so adorable the way he would look away every time you caught him staring at you and how he would stutter whenever you got a bit too close to him. You adored every single one of his little habits, his beautiful freckles and his ability to bring sunshine everywhere he went.

The two of you had quite a lot of fun hanging out together, even if it was to do something as simple as playing video games or baking brownies together. Today was just another day he had invited you over to watch a movie at his place.

You arrive at his apartment and ring the doorbell. Before you know it the door swings open revealing Felix greeting you with a lovely smile painting his face, clearly showing how excited he was to see you.

“Hey. Did I make you wait long?” You ask him, feeling slightly guilty after realizing you were thirty minutes late to your movie night.

“Oh no. I just got done making cookies. Come on in.”  He answers in a soft voice and moves aside, allowing you to enter his home. 

As soon as you step into his kitchen, the rich smell of freshly baked butter cookies mixed with the familiar sweet scent of Felix's apartment fills your nostrils. He quickly grabs the bowl of cookies from the kitchen counter and leads you towards his bedroom while you follow close behind.

“Make yourself comfortable.” He tells you as he makes his way to his bed and plops down onto the soft mattress, his back leaning against the headboard. You come up and sit down with your legs crossed just beside him, your eyes involuntarily shifting from his face to the sweet treats.

“You can try them.” He offers with his shy tone as he pushes the bowl in front of you.

You reach out your hand and grab one of the heart shaped cookies and take a bite out of it, the sugary taste instantly seeping into your taste buds.

“Felix, this is so good. Did your baking get even better or something?”

He breaks into his usual smile, flustered by your compliment. “I'm glad you liked them.”

“Here, you try.” You hold up the bitten cookie in front of his face, offering it to him.

“Oh no, it's fine. I made these just for you.” He refuses and reaches for the tv remote to play the movie you two were supposed to watch tonight.

“Yeah but, you deserve to enjoy your own baking sometimes.” You say as you bring the treat closer to his mouth, the edge of the cookie almost touching his lips.

Felix realizes he has no choice but to give in so he opens his mouth and takes a bite, his eyes looking down and cheeks blushed red as you feed him.

“It's good.” His voice comes out muffled and his cheek swells as he chews. He immediately covers his mouth with his hand and you think it's the most adorable thing in the world.

“You're so cute.” You let out a giggle and use your free hand to gently ruffle his soft blonde hair as he leans into your comforting touch.

You slowly pull your hand back and turn to face the tv while he presses play on the remote and the movie finally starts.

A few minutes pass and you find yourself completely absorbed into the film, your eyes focused on the screen. However, from the corner of your eye you notice Felix was not interested in the movie. You feel his gaze was instead fixed on you, his eyes carefully tracing the features on your face.

You glance at him only for a second and he instantly looks away, his eyes moving to the tv. He did this a lot when you two were together, but you never thought anything of it. Maybe he was just too shy to say something, so you shift your attention back to the screen.

A couple moments later you feel the same gaze laying on you again, but this time his eyes travel further down, stopping at your chest. You were not wearing a bra and it was quite chilly in his room so you knew exactly what he was staring at.

You decide to finally confront him, “Hey Felix, can I ask you something?” 

He looks up at you pretending as if he didn't know what you just caught him doing. “Yeah sure.” 

“Have you ever had sex?” Your question almost causes him to choke on his breath in shock.

“Um…no.” He answers with hesitation, taken aback by the unexpected question.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?”

He pauses for a while before replying in a quieter voice, “No.” and you can't help but laugh a little.

You tilt your head, a smirk finding its way to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

The same red flush paints his freckled cheeks and he almost mindlessly nods his head as if he's wanted to do this forever.

“I need to hear you say it baby.” Your tone softens. 

“Yes.” his lips part slightly before he speaks and that's all it takes for you.

You shift your weight closer to Felix on the bed till his face is just a few inches away from yours. His breath hitches and you can tell he's nervous. “It's okay, just relax.” 

You close your eyes and bring your lips towards his, moulding them together. You kiss him slowly and carefully and his breathing steadies as he becomes familiar with the way his lips fit against your own. 

You bring your hands up to grab the sides of his face in an attempt to deepen the kiss and can't help but smile into it feeling his lips trying hard to keep up with yours. You push your tongue inside his hot mouth, and it coats with his sweet taste and spit as the kiss gets sloppier.

He abruptly pulls away from the kiss, his eyes still closed as he catches his breath. So you take the opportunity to climb into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, caging him beneath you as his back hits the headboard.

You can feel the faint outline of his hard cock on your pussy through the layers of fabric and the sudden contact makes Felix gasp. 

He looks up at you and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, littering his skin with small kisses. Your lips stop just to harshly suck on a certain spot on his neck, determined to leave a red mark.

“Ugh…” he whimpers, a complete mess under you.

You pull away from his neck and your fingers grip the hem of his shirt, your eyes looking into his asking for permission to take it off. He immediately lifts his arms up and you remove the piece of clothing, tossing it to the side and scanning his bare body with your eyes.

“Can I touch you?” He builds up the courage to ask.

“Of course.”

Felix slowly brings up his right hand and cups your breast, kneading the soft flesh through your dress with his dainty fingers. His middle finger lightly brushes against your hard nipple and you bite your lower lip, feeling a wet patch form on the fabric of your underwear.

“Take this off.” You whisper.

He takes his hand off your chest and his fingertips curl around the edge of your dress and he pulls it off of you, leaving you in just your panties. Felix's doe eyes widen at the sight of your naked body in front of him and you feel his dick twitch against your wet cunt.

“You're so pretty.” His eyes come up to meet yours as he praises you.

“Thank you Lix.” You say with a smile.

Before you know it, his warm mouth latches onto your right nipple, his swollen lips gently sucking on it while his eyes shut close. He swirls his wet tongue around the hardened bud, occasionally rubbing his sharp teeth on it while his fingers play with your other nipple.

“F-fuck.” Your voice comes out shaky as pleasure shoots through your veins. Your head jerks back, mouth falling open as Felix continues lapping at your tit, covering your cold skin with his warm spit.

Without thinking, you grind your hips against his clothed bulge, your aching pussy clenching around nothing in your soaking underwear. The sensation makes him roll his hips up, wanting to feel the friction again and he takes his mouth off your breast.

“I wanna be inside you.” He begs, desperate for relief as he stares into your eyes. His pathetic voice and the fucked out expression on his face makes you want to tease him a bit more.

"You're so needy." You say as you use your fingers to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants and lower it till you see the leaking tip of his cock poking through the fabric of his underwear. You quickly pull down his boxers and his dick springs out, the pink tip glistening as precum drips down his slit.

You start dragging your clothed pussy along the length of his erection in slow, swift movements, your back arching whenever his tip grazes against your throbbing clit. 

“Please…it hurts.” He whines as he holds your hips, pleading to fuck you.

“You wanna put it in?” You stop moving your hips and ask him.

“Mhm.” he cries and you finally give him exactly what he wants. You pull your soaking panties to the side and slowly sink down on his cock, your slick making it easier for him to slide his entire length into you. 

“S-shit.” You curse under your breath, your mind going hazy as he fills you up.

“Ugh…you're so warm.” Felix mutters as your gummy walls clench around the base of his dick, sucking him deeper inside you.

You start bouncing up and down his cock at a steady pace, your pussy fluttering as he slides in and out of you. The heat in your abdomen gradually increases and spreads through your entire body as you fuck yourself on his cock, sighing every time you feel his tip kiss your cervix.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” You ask him.

“S-so good.” He murmurs squirming beneath you, his eyes half lidded from the overwhelming sensation as soft moans escape his throat. 

You quicken your pace and Felix lets out a deep groan, head falling back and fingernails digging into the skin of your hips. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and hides his face in your neck. 

Without warning, he begins thrusting his hips upwards into you, the tip of his dick repeatedly hitting a particularly soft spot in your belly.

“Ah- fuck!” You shriek as he pounds into your pussy, your mind foggy and incapable of forming any coherent thought. The knot building up in your stomach tightens and your body goes limp as the stinging pain turns into nothing but pleasure.

“I'm sorry, ah- you feel ugh- so good.” He whimpers right next to your ear as he speeds up, thrusting even faster.

“God! Lix- don't stop!” You cry out loud, eyes turning glassy and rolling to the back of your head.

“Mm… gonna cum!” Felix whines and moans into your ear uncontrollably as he chases his high, holding on to you even tighter.

His cock twitches in your dripping cunt and this makes your walls clench even tighter around him as he continues fucking you. Your eyes scrunch close and you lose your mind, feeling your anticipated orgasm approach.

“I'm gonna-” he begins to talk but fails as he cums hard inside you. You feel the thick, warm liquid fill you up, painting your walls white.

“Ah!” You moan as the sensation sends you over the edge. Your back arches as you meet your own climax, your juices dripping down his shaft mixed with his cum.

His thrusts become slower as he rides out his high, his breathing hot and heavy. The fog in your brain starts to clear up and your body relaxes in his lap, head resting on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” Felix whispers in your ear as he stops moving his hips, his cock still inside you.

“Anytime baby.”

[ipegchangbin]

doggystyling sub! skz...

thats it 🤗.

💗 fucking skz doggystyle

🏷️ sub!skz, dom!reader, reader has a cock.

— bang chan

he shies away, one hand covering his asshole, one hand on his face. chan isn’t used to this, not yet, but he should be. he cleaned himself well, so well in fact that once you enter him, your cock slips right inside. 

but the pain sparks within chan. it’s a pain so slight that he takes pleasure from it, the first he’s ever felt, and he lets you take that virginity from him.

you coo and ask for reassurance with the sweetest curl in your tone, a stark contrast with the way you roughly manhandle his wide hips. chan doesn’t say anything, so you pat his ass and watch it jiggle. you ask again, voice much slower, words much clearer: chan finally nods and lets you violate him.

it’s so excruciatingly slow at first. you wiggle your hips to let your cock slide further in, then further out. the lube drips in then pushes back out with every clench of his ass. he almost wants to trap your cock inside, but every single time he tightens, you stretch him further with an unforgiving force.

he groans so loud. he moans your name and grows more and more delirious by the minute.

who can blame him when you’re so rough yet sweet with it. you pull your cock back then shove it in, never giving him the chance to rest: though you talk him through it, whispering praises, telling him “you’re doing so well,” letting him know that he’s taking every inch of you with so much love. it almost feels like he isn’t being drilled into.

he starts bouncing his fat asscheeks against his own will, letting his body move while his mind chips away from the pleasure. they say it’s rare to enjoy anal for the first time, but chan is instantly hooked on it, your cock, and you.

he can’t stop it. he’s instantly addicted, and he wants to do this forever.

— minho

it’s in. it’s all the way in, and yet, you barely move at all. minho wiggles his pretty ass to adjust to the length, but after another second passes and you simply kneel there, he whimpers ever so softly.

“i can’t always be doing all the work.” you pretend to yawn, secretly relishing in the betrayed look on his face.

minho takes a heavy breath before he attempts to move. the feeling of being full is an obsession he’s never willing to admit, but he loves the pain that comes along with being filled over and over. he tries his best not to let his hazy mind stop him as he wiggles his ass again.

“is that all you got?” you tease.

all he does is snarl, not at you, but to himself. the frustration starts settling in since he has to work for his own orgasm despite being on his hands and knees.

reluctantly, minho pulls away, feeling the significant absence in his ass before slamming his ass back against yours. he shivers at his own actions. biting his lip, he refuses to let any sinful noises out, but you notice and disallow him.

you tease his mouth open with your thumb. “just keep going like that.” at your words, he repeats his movements, pulling back and then slamming his ass right on your cock. “atta boy.”

his cock hardens so quick until he isn’t aware of his own precum spilling between his thick thighs. he simply picks up his pace, rocking his body back and forth until he’s fully fucking himself on you. he can hear his own wet sounds and he gets shy, letting his sweaty bangs cover his eyes, refusing to even look at his own work. 

you laugh and spank his ass once, holding it firmly in place after. minho whines, almost falling over.

“my turn?” you ask. he nods with a moan and allows you to ravish his hole as much as you want.

— changbin

ass right in front of your face, hole licked fresh with your spit dripping all the way down to his balls, changbin shivers as he waits for you to take him from behind. he watches the mirror in anticipation, seeing your reflection pump your cock between his spanked-red asscheeks just for a little tease.

he refuses to say anything. he simply waits. he trembles, but he waits, listening to you giggle in amusement.

“good boys can take it, right?” you ask, and changbin nods in response. he pushes his curly bangs away from his face just to see your reflection better in the mirror. then you grab his full hips, both pliable fat and toned muscle jiggling under your hands, making you all the more excited.

you slam your hips onto changbin’s, greeting his hole with a violent entrance. he lets out a loud whine, struggling to hold himself up as his back arches towards you.

changbin allows himself to feel the pleasure, staring right into the mirror as a smirk forms across your face. he can’t help his own high pitched and lovely whimpers as he listens to the slick in his hole coating your cock.

your hips don’t stop going forward, your cock sinking deeper and deeper into him, shocking him as he takes your tip, the middle of your shaft, all the way to the base; you see his widened eyes and hung jaw as voices of pleasure fill the room.

“bin.” you bring a hand to hold him by his chin, forcing him to stare at you through the mirror. “say thank you.”

changbin doesn’t hesitate. “thank you, th-thank you so much,” his sweet voice falters as you pull back, only to slam your cock into him once again, and again, and again, and again.

his cock chubs up fast, full balls moving along with his beautiful body as he rocks back and forth with each thrust. he doesn’t stop whining and saying “thank you” like the good boy you trained him to be.

he holds onto the mirror tightly for balance. every thrust punches a whine out of him. he almost can’t control himself anymore, brain blanking by the second, and he can’t thank you enough for it.

— hyunjin

hyunjin’s usually a princess. he’s so pretty with it, getting everything he wants and wishes from you. when it’s your turn to want his ass, he’s nervous at first, but he complies anyway.

he hesitates. his body stiffens. he’s incredibly tensed up while flipped on his knees and palms. 

“relax love,” you say, kissing the skin between his ears and neck. like soothing a kitten, you scratch the nape of his neck. he purrs, feeling much more comfortable under your hands.

you ease him with soothing circles around his shoulders and massages by his hips. he moans silently, lovingly sweet voice slowly turning into sharp groans as he feels it enter him.

the girth of your cock feels like hell inside his plush walls but the velvet texture sends you to heaven. you don’t stop shushing his moans, calming him by running your fingers all around his sensitive skin. hyunjin loves it, adjusting well to your length as you don’t stop singing him praises, worshipping his princess body.

you spend a while fucking him close, bodies inching closer and then away, arching backs to connect sweat and heat. his own cock grows hard as you pump it along with your strokes in his ass. you pepper him in kisses, sniff his hair, pamper him with compliments. 

with every word and sweet act of affection, he melts more and more under you. 

that is, until he stiffens again. this time, he doesn’t seem hesitant, instead drowned deep in pleasure yet something holds him back. it concerns you slightly. 

you hold him by the chin and kiss the side of his lips, prompting him to speak.

“please, fuck me harder,” he pants, and he smiles when you immediately comply with a loving thrust of your hips.

— han

the moment he’s flipped over, he knows he’s doomed. he could crawl away, clutch the headboard for safety, or even kick you — he’s scared, but he does none of that. han complies obediently to your rough commands, dropping his palms down onto the mattress. 

you pay him no mercy, grabbing his waist with nails dug into his skin, scratching him lightly as you pull him towards you. it punches a delicious yelp out of his throat in the process.

only a few grunts from you serve as a warning before you shove yourself into jisung.

your cock forces him open. his entire body trembles. he grabs fistfuls of the sheets beneath him to ground himself, but the deeper you go in his ass, the blurrier his mind gets. and just as soon as he thinks he can’t take any more, you thrust up violently to push his limit.

“fuck! no, i can’t—” he lies. he knows he can take it. “you’re so big!”

“oh really?” you smirk and spank his asscheeks. the skin stings a pinkish red before you squish it with your fingers. 

the subsequent pull back leaves his ass gaping. you pull all the way until he’s empty, giving him one full second to breathe, only to immediately thrust into him again. this time, you don’t still in place, you don’t hug jisung’s waist. your hands simply clamp themselves onto his asscheeks as you drill mercilessly into him. you don’t care for pacing.

his ass clenches deliciously and you can feel every nerve in his system pop. he’s drooling, dazed, almost completely zoned out from the pleasure. every time you pull out, his ass gapes before being stretched even more. jisung feels less and less pain, the addiction to your cock washing over him as he keeps his ass up against your hips.

— felix

he can’t see a thing.

blindfolded, felix waits anxiously as the sounds of your shuffling and the click of a bottle opening pass by his ears. your hums tickle his eardrums in the same way your fingers tease his entrance, the cold lube greeting his lower half with full chills. the blush on his cheeks, just below the blindfold, glows redder.

something prods lightly at his entrance. “it’s just my finger,” you clarify, poking it around his asshole. felix pants, readying himself for just a little bit of a stretch.

then, he feels it enter.

it almost immediately widens his ass not even an inch in. it doesn’t feel like just one finger. it feels like two, no, three — around three inches deep, his hole is already spread out. whatever it is, it almost hurts, stretching him so much that his rim tries not to clench. felix resists complaining despite his confusion, instead moaning your name desperately.

“oh, i’m sorry,” he feels your words right against his back. “i got a little too excited.”

he feels gentle sparks across the skin of his back all the way down to his behind. light scratches from your fingernails trace every contour of his lean body, poking every beauty mark, massaging every inch of him until they settle on the sides of his petite waist.

you still in place for a while, kissing the backs of his ears and neck. then, when he least expects it, you push your hips further into his limit. he chokes on a moan, only to whine over and over as you swiftly pull back, only to push your hips until your cock is all the way back inside him.

he can’t see where you connect but he listens to the sinful sounds of skin slapping against skin. he feels his hole ache as it stretches and clenches at your length. weirdly enough, he doesn’t mind being deceived.

— seungmin

he’s far too excited. he doesn’t dread this one bit. seungmin has nothing to worry about except for one thing: it makes him cum too fast.

he won’t admit that though, not even while his dick is up, red, and throbbing harshly as you’re pounding into him. he loves the pace, loves it too much: so much that he begs constantly to go harder and faster.

you tease him sometimes, going slower instead, only to laugh and continue. something about the way you play with him gets him going, feeling less like he has something up his ass. he feels every inch of your cock prodding at his walls and making him feel endless ecstasy. 

and dear god does it make him want to cum.

eventually, his pleasure turns into slight pain as he refrains from cumming, holding his dick — not to pump it, but to deny himself the release. you take notice and ask him if he needs any help, but he doesn’t hear you the first time.

you grab ahold of his handsome short hair to get his attention.

“hey. need a hand or are you gonna hold it in?” you don’t hold his cock, but you hold his wrist. you don’t care that it’s dangerously close to his length. “come on minnie, you’ve come so far.”

he closes his eyes and refuses to act like you’re even there. if he acknowledges it, he’ll explode, so he keeps his cock caged in his palm while your ass fucks him to high heaven. 

seungmin feels his orgasm closing in, the familiar heat building in his core while you ram your length in and out of his ass. his precum leaks on the sheets, making a mess as his petite ass jiggles from your sheer force.

“you won’t cum until i do,” you tease, “i’ll go so deep inside your ass. so deep that you’ll cum so hard.”

and he doesn’t intent to finish early from your words, but unfortunately, he squirts on the sheets when you’ve barely even finished.

— jeongin

drunk on the feeling, jeongin holds onto the wall he’s pinned against. his legs shake like that of a trembling deer, unable to keep himself up from your unforgiving thrusts. he moans endlessly. he clutches onto the rough texture of the wall in pure desperation to ground himself.

“my innie. oh how sweet you look.”

something ignites in jeongin as he enjoys more and more of your cock. you drive your length further into him, ruining him relentlessly as his legs fail to support him. 

his knee gives out slightly, but you catch him just in time before he falls.

“can’t take any more?”

jeongin wordlessly shakes his head yes, but he really means that he still handle the pounding. you know it isn’t a lie, you know he handles you so well in the same way you’re literally holding him up.

not another second passes and you take his hint, holding his waist and arching his body forward so he can hold himself better. he almost becomes pliant in your arms, and you’re still deep inside his ass. the friction and the shifting of your bodies makes him whimper in your hold, feeling all of it inside him. once adjusted, you give him a reassuring pat on his asscheek. 

with the altered position, you can dig deeper into his hole, hitting his sweetest spot over and over. 

the ecstasy worsens as you hit him deeper and deeper, your own sounds of pleasure furthering jeongin into a drunken and dazed out state. 

he holds on for dear life, tearing up, with one hand reaching back for you. you intertwine your fingers between his with a smile. 

[suuyua]

SMUT || MDNI 18+

warnings: sex bro idk what else to tell u

pairing: felix x reader

short thought

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

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

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

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

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

[subskz]

Hey, I’m glad you’re back!! I’m the anon who asked about the making skz squirt, if you could elaborate more on it I’d really appreciate that!! I’m sorry if the sound wierdly formal lol I don’t really know how to do asks hah😅

thank u babe it’s great to be back!! and no worries at all ur perfectly fine <3 i ended up writing lil drabbles abt chan, lix, n lino based on this ask!

chan (fingering, handjob, multiple orgasms)

Chan was panting. Mouth hanging open, spilling out drool with each labored breath. Chest heaving, glazed with a mix of his sweat and his seed. Each gulp of oxygen was barely enough to satiate him when all the blood in his system was rushing to his hypersensitive length. It left his brain foggy, filled with nothing but you. Your observant gaze setting his skin on fire, your sweet voice lulling him into orgasm after orgasm, your fingers curling methodically inside him, your hand working his cock with a careful grip and a merciless pace.

“Hah, f-fuck!” he choked out. “Oh, God…close, ‘m close.”

You tightened your grip around his cock just as you slid down to its hilt, squeezing it with a force that made his hips surge up. His stomach, splattered with load after load of his cum, clenched wildly as his high drew near once again. He’d lost track of how many times he’d finished already, he’d lost track of anything but the sound of your gentle whispers, promising that you just wanted one more from him. Just one more.

“Please—ah—gonna cum again. Can I? P-please, can I?”

You cooed out loud. Even now, he found a way to make your heart swell in your chest. You’d pushed him well past his usual limit by now—to the point where every muscle in his body was pulsing with exhaustion, to the point where you were surprised he still had anything left in his system each time his seed spurted out of him—and yet, here he was, still remembering to ask you for permission. If both your hands hadn’t been occupied, you would’ve reached out to cup his face affectionately, to run your thumbs over his flushed cheeks and steady the thrashing of his head.

“Got even more for me, Channie?” you murmured. “Such a little giver, aren’t you? You can cum, baby, let it all out.”

Chan keened, his dulcet voice now deliciously hoarse from how much he’d strained it, crying out louder and louder with every new climax he reached. He was far too dizzy to even think about holding it back anymore. You watched with gleaming eyes as he emptied onto his stomach yet again, cock twitching in your palm and walls fluttering around your fingers. There was noticeably less to his release this time, just a few, short ropes spilling from his swollen tip to form a pearly pool at his belly button.

“That’s it, good boy,” you encouraged him. “Look at all that. You’re working so hard for me, huh, angel?”

Your praises anchored him and sent him further into a daze all at once, amplifying each ripple of pleasure that passed through his body. Carefully, you unwrapped your hand from around his aching length to give him a chance to catch his breath, to find his way down from his high and back to you. It took nearly a minute of sharp gasps and shuddering exhales for him to finally find the strength to respond, nodding weakly up at you.

“Doing okay?” he rasped. “Good for you?”

“So good, Channie.” You reached out with your free hand to pet his head, brushing his sweat-soaked curls from his face, soothing the near-delirium creeping up on his consciousness. “My baby's so strong. Taking it all so well, pushing his pretty body to the limit for me.”

A sweet, shy hum built up in the back of Chan’s throat, the laziest of smiles tugging at his lips as he leaned into your hand. You stayed that way for a moment, letting him bask in a touch that—unlike everything else he’d felt for well over an hour—wasn’t designed to set his nerve-endings ablaze. Just as he let his guard down, nuzzling fully into your palm, he felt your other pair of fingers shift suddenly inside of him. Not to pull out completely, rather, to readjust, pressing back against his sweet spot with a fresh lather of lube. It made his breath hitch, and he blinked his eyes open in confusion when the comfort of your hand on his cheek was suddenly lost, pulling away to trail over his tummy instead.

You flattened your palm against it without warning, pressing down on his toned muscles, smearing around the blend of sweat and cum to create a sinful coating over his skin. A full-body shudder ran through him, stomach tightening and hips twisting under your touch. You watched him writhe around in the sheets, relishing in the contracting of his muscles, the stickiness of the fluids, how they painted his body like he was your own personal canvas. Dragging your fingers down the ridges of his abs, you scooped up a portion of his cum and brought your hand back to his length.

Chan hiccuped, shrinking away reflexively, still far too fragile to handle any kind of stimulation. You curled your fingers around him, unfazed as you spread his own seed along his cock.

"Wait—mmph—I thought," he squeaked. "I-I thought...you said—"

“I know, baby. But look how excited you still are.” You gave him a quick, single pump, and he jolted. "I think you’ve got a little more for me, yeah? Just one more, can you do that, Channie?"

A whine met your ears, so rife with desperation that it pooled fresh heat within you. "I..." he sucked in a sharp breath as you began to stroke him again, delicately running all the way down from the swollen head of his cock to its base, already feeling it begin to harden again in your palm. "O-oh, please."

"You’ll do it for me, right? Channie's such a good boy, I know you can take it.”

“M-mm. Good boy,” Chan repeated quietly, eyes going half-lidded, like the words were enough to pull him into a trance. “Yeah, ‘m a good boy. I can do it for you—ah—I’ll do anything.”

You pushed your fingers deeper inside of him and curled up into the tender flesh, purring in approval. “My good boy. My strong boy, always taking whatever I give him.” Your words of adoration paired with the drag of your hands washed his head clear of any concerns, each gentle praise giving him the energy he needed to keep going. “Gonna treat you so good for this, angel.”

He squeezed his eyes shut with a whimper, so overwhelmed by all the different sensations at play that he couldn’t find it in him to absorb his surroundings anymore, to process anything other than the relentless pleasure creeping back up on him. The warm friction of your fist engulfing his cock, the embarrassing squelching sounds that came with every pump—from the lube, from his own cum smearing all over his length—the fullness of your fingers burrowing inside of him. He was already so sensitive under normal circumstances, but now, after being drained over and over to his very last drop, his reactions were more heightened than ever. Every little touch was enough to make him feel like he might burst, sending him closer to the edge at an alarming rate.

Chan’s thighs tensed, teeth sinking into his lower lip to muffle a high-pitched moan as you rolled your palm along his dripping head at the very same instant the pads of your fingers teased his sweet spot.

“Oh, my gosh. Oh, God th-that’s—”

“Good?” you giggled. “You’re so easy, baby. Just a few touches and you’re ready to be used again. Bet I could play with you for the rest of the night if I wanted.”

He could only respond with a broken whine, not trusting himself to speak when his voice was sure to come out as a garbled mess. He clenched tightly around you as you repeated the action, sucking your slick fingers further inside of him, wordlessly begging for what he was too shy to say.

You gave an appreciative hum, admiring the way his spent body was still reacting so eagerly, so willing to endure it as many times as it might take to satisfy you. “Just like that, Channie. Keep it up, okay? Gonna milk my pretty boy dry.”

His mouth fell open again, face scrunching up as you curled over his prostate with more vigor, setting off another jolt of electricity through his veins. You swirled your thumb rhythmically around his slit for good measure, delighted by the way his hands flew out, releasing his death grip on the sheets in search of you.

“Ah, ah!” he gasped. “Gonna…‘m close, gettin’ close again!”

Chan’s features twisted into a look of pure desperation, eyes still sealed tight as he mindlessly grasped around for you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, s’ good. Feels…f-feels…”

“Feels?” you echoed sweetly.

“Good, ngh…'s weird. Think s-something’s gonna—ah! Too much!”

His warning yelp caught you off guard, softening you with concern the moment you were able to properly make out what he was trying to say. But just as you prepared to pause and check on him, Chan’s hips surged up fiercely, lifting his back off the mattress in a movement that only pressed your fingers harder into the roof of his walls. His whole body stiffened, frozen in a mesmerizing arch.

A near-sob escaped him as his orgasm hit—somehow, harder and more all-consuming than any of his previous ones combined. It sent a shiver down your spine to hear the sound ring out shamelessly through the room. Somewhere in the back of Chan’s mind, he faintly registered that the filthy cry echoing in his ears was coming from him, but in that moment, he was far too preoccupied with the intensity of what he was experiencing to care. How the muscles in his abdomen spasmed completely out of his control, how the pleasure that seared through him was so euphoric that it was almost unbearable.

And he was wet. Not just from his perspiration, not just from all the cum you’d smeared on his skin; something thinner, warmer, wetter—and it was everywhere.

You watched in awe as his release shot out of him with a force you’d never seen before, clear fluid spraying all over his stomach, his chest, even reaching as far as his shoulders and neck. It dripped down his rosy cheeks, droplets falling from his tilted jaw and dribbling along the curve of his pecs. Chan seemed to realize midway through that there was definitely something abnormal about the sheer extremity of his climax, because his muscular thighs squeezed around you, trying frantically to close in on each other and put a stop to whatever was happening. His arms flew up to cross over his drenched chest, a weak attempt to hide away what was sure to be a humiliating sight.

When your eyes fell to his heaving stomach, catching sight of the streams traveling along his toned muscles, you felt your own core tighten with arousal. His walls pulsed around your fingers with each spurt, still clenching erratically even as the last few waves of his orgasm had passed through his weary body, like the strength of it was too much to be contained.

As tentatively as you could, you unwrapped your hand from around his cock, allowing it to fall limp against the puddle of fluids on his tummy. Chan’s labored breaths gradually began to even out, only interrupted by a soft, shaky whimper when you removed your fingers from the slippery heat of his hole.

“You made a mess,” you whispered.

Despite the exhaustion creeping up on his senses, Chan’s reaction was immediate. His hazy eyes snapped open, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over him as he processed the scene in front of him—the soiled bed, your dripping hand, the juices covering his stomach. He hadn’t thought it was possible for his body to feel any hotter, but the filthy sight instantly proved him wrong, engulfing him with shame.

“Oh my gosh,” he wailed, hands trembling as they came to cover his soaked face. “Oh my God, I’m sorry, ‘m so sorry.”

You ran your fingers along his thigh with a feather-light touch, careful not to overstimulate him any further. “Shh, don’t apologize, Channie. Look how well you did for me,” you soothed him. “You let it all out, just like a good boy should.”

He whimpered into his palms, unconvinced, completely and utterly mortified by the display he’d just put on for you. His body had never reacted like that before—he hadn’t even known it was possible for it to react like that.

“Th-this is so embarrassing. ‘M sorry,” he mumbled. Disoriented, he scrambled around in the wet sheets, trying to force himself upright. “I’ve n-never…oh my God. 'M so sorry, I’ll clean it up—”

“Easy, baby.” You reached out to rest your hand over his chest, feeling his heart pounding under your palm as you gently nudged him back against the mattress. “You’re exhausted. Lie down, let me take care of you.”

Despite Chan’s soft whine of protest, he didn't resist much before complying, falling back against the pillows with a heavy thump. With how fast his head was spinning, coupled with the way his limbs felt like they’d been reduced to jelly, he wasn’t even sure how he’d expected himself to stand, anyway.

Your weight lifted from the bed, leaving him weary in his own mess, still trying to get his breathing under control. His embarrassment didn't die down the entire time you were gone, nor did the adrenaline coursing through his veins. But when you returned with the gentle press of a washcloth against his skin, his muscles finally began to relax, replacing the hot shame in his skin with a comforting warmth.

"You really gave me everything, huh?" you marveled, dabbing tenderly at the fluids drying on his skin. "I'm so proud of you, baby."

Chan murmured something weakly in response, eyelids beginning to droop again as his fatigue from the past hour finally caught up to him. Even if you couldn't make out his slurred reply, you knew one thing for sure. When Chan said that he would do anything for you, he meant anything.

felix (mirror sex, handjob, overstimulation)

You could tell Felix was nervous. Stuck in his head, not entirely there with you.

His sounds came more restrained than usual—breathless moans cut short in his throat, like he couldn't allow himself to indulge for too long. His eyes were wide open and alert, a pair of dark, gleaming full moons, not daring to flutter shut and lean fully into the pleasure you were drawing out of him with each stroke. They flickered around between his reflection and the view of you curled around his body from behind. Legs draped over his thighs to hold them apart with your own, head peeking out from behind him to observe his every twitch and shiver, arms wrapped around his waist as you toyed with his cock.

He looked lost, like a bunny in the woods. Trapped, but still unsure whether he was in any danger or not. All he really knew was that he didn't want to escape.

He cursed under his breath as you picked up the pace of your pumps, a low, rumbling vocalization that added to the flutter of excitement in both your stomach and his. "How is it, Lixie?" You brought your lips close to his ear, brushing against its shell just enough to make goosebumps rise on the back of his neck.

"Ah, good." He furrowed his brows together, adorably concentrated. "Feels really good, th-thank you."

You let out another light puff of air, warm breath fanning over his skin, tickling his hair. "You're holding out on me,” you pouted. “Want me to stop?"

Felix clenched his jaw, stiffening against you. "N-no, please. I really want it. Don't stop touching me, please."

He panicked slightly as your hand slowed its steady pace, an unconvinced hum spilling directly from your lips into his ear, thickening the cloud of lust his mind. "What's got you so tense, angel? You're like a deer in headlights."

His gaze landed back on the sight of himself in the mirror; freckled skin dusted pink, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, lean frame encased snugly with your limbs, but still so rigid. You rested your chin on his shoulder, following his wandering stare, and he nearly squeezed his thighs together when you both caught the sight of his cock, flushed red and throbbing in the cage of your fingers. You didn’t doubt that he would’ve closed his legs completely if yours weren’t prying them apart. Instead, he turned his head to the side; suddenly embarrassed.

“It’s cute,” you giggled, giving his length a playful squeeze. As if to prove your point, it jerked in your grasp, pulsing with another burst of arousal. “That’s not what you’re stressing about, is it, baby?”

Felix swallowed, your simple compliment adding to the coil tightening in his core more than it probably should’ve. “No,” he rasped quietly. “Just…ah. Just wanna make sure I can do this for you. What if I can’t?”

You dragged your fingers along the underside of his dick, taking satisfaction in the ripple you felt pass through his back muscles where they were pressed firmly against your chest. “If it doesn’t work, I still get to see my pretty boy cum,” you reasoned. “Worth it either way, right?”

It was his turn to giggle, quiet and sheepish. Still not fully relaxed, but he at least found the confidence to lift his timid gaze and meet yours in the mirror. His eyes were already so big, so keen, under normal circumstances, but now, blown wide with desire, they captivated you more than ever. Deceptively innocent. They’d shone the exact same way when he’d first asked if you could make this happen, like a curious kitten itching to explore uncharted territory.

He trusted you wholeheartedly to satisfy that curiosity, to work the ins and outs of his body better than he ever could and take him to heights that he could only dream of. He’d practically beamed when you’d agreed to it. So eager, so grateful. The desire was still there burning within him—stronger than ever, actually, when he could feel his high inch closer and closer each time your hand sank down on his cock. He just hadn’t anticipated the apprehension that his thoughts would create along with it. He didn’t want to disappoint you.

“Don’t think so hard about it, Lixie.” You pressed a soothing kiss to his temple. “Empty your cute little head and just focus on feeling good."

Felix let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, shoulders slumping slightly, fingers uncurling from their nervous grip on the sheets. With an obedient nod, he allowed himself to loosen up, spurred on by your other hand coming to drift gently down his abdomen, stroking his stomach muscles up and down in a hypnotic rhythm.

"I’ll take care of it all, make sure to make my baby cum just right.”

You pressed another kiss to his cheek as he tilted his head back to rest it on your shoulder, melting into you, toned back relaxing fully against the softness of your chest. Little by little, you peppered his face with calming pecks, relishing in the warmth of his skin, the race of his pulse under your lips. Each soft, wet pucker made his head spin a little more, and he cocked it obediently to the side when you trailed along his jawline down to his neck. Combined with the friction building up on his cock and the playful dancing of your fingers along his abs, it quickly became difficult for him to focus on anything else. Just as you’d coaxed him to do, he stopped thinking for himself.

His mouth fell open to spill out a breathy groan when you paused your pumping to focus on the tip of his cock instead. It was noticeably louder—sweeter without his teeth clamping down to suppress it this time. You curled your fingers around his swollen head, using the precum that had leaked out to add an intoxicating slickness to your movements.

Your eyes gleamed in the mirror, a purr of approval vibrating against Felix’s neck when his thighs jumped under yours, hips bucking into your hand in a plea for more.

“That’s my boy. See how nice it is to let go?” your tongue flicked out to glide carefully up his neck, making his length throb in your palm, harder this time. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby. You don't need to think for that."

The last of your words came out muffled as you sank your teeth hungrily into his skin, but Felix still absorbed each one, filling up the blank space in his mind. Your lips closed around his flesh to create a hot, delicious suction, and you had to push back a smile when you felt another shudder run through his body.

"Ah, please. ‘S good, g-gonna—”

He cut himself off with a sharp inhale as you rolled your palm around his leaking tip, stimulating every last nerve-ending with your sticky touch.

“Gonna cum for me?”

He gave a frantic nod, hips jerking up again to the best of their ability, chasing the warmth of your fist on pure instinct. But you kept it firmly wrapped around his head, concentrating solely on his most sensitive spot with expert rolls of your wrist to draw out his orgasm much faster and much more vigorously than he was used to. You swirled your tongue over the deep red ring you’d left on his neck, practically tasting the rapid beat of his his heart. That, coupled with the way you pressed down on his abdomen to keep him steady, sent him over the edge in a matter of seconds.

“Close, ‘m close,” he warned. “Fuck, p-please!”

He emptied into your palm with a choked moan, his low voice reverberating all around you and making your own heartrate spike. You dragged your teeth along his skin, amplifying his pleasure as his release shot out of him, coating your hand and dripping down his length.

“I’m not gonna stop,” you mumbled into his skin. “You want it, right? Want me to keep touching you ‘til you spray all over yourself?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” he gasped out. “Don’t stop, please. Ruin me—ngh—mess me up.”

You dragged your hand back down his cock’s base before the last wave of his climax had even passed, spreading the stickiness of his cum wherever your trailed and making him see stars. His voice cracked into a helpless squeak, having no chance to brace himself as you went right back to toying with his sore head. His hips writhed in a frenzy of overstimulation when you pressed your thumb against his slit, making his legs shoot up, thigh muscles contracting so fiercely that you couldn’t hold him down with your own this time.

Another chill ran up your spine as he threw his head back against your shoulder, bunny teeth digging into his bottom lip in weak attempt to hold in his string of curses.

“Gonna get you looking as filthy as your mind is, baby.” You pressed another sloppy kiss to his neck, dragging your lips over his throat as it bobbed with each heavy breath. “C’mon, I know you can do it. Spill it all out for me like a good boy.”

“M-mmph, please,” he whined. It was high-pitched and broken, so different from his usual rich baritone, you had trouble believing the words had come from him for a moment. The initial relief of his climax soon morphed into something more overwhelming, something much less bearable. A painful pang began to accompany each stroke of your hand, but the way it contrasted the nonstop flow of pleasure only pushed him further into bliss. “H-hurts. Hah, hurts s’ good. Please, more.”

You strengthened your grip with a playful click of your tongue as Felix began to squirm around more uncontrollably, his body crying out in protest of what his mind ordered him to do. It was too much and not enough all at once. Every cell in his body said that he couldn’t take any more, but at the same time, he needed it. He needed to feel more than he could bear.

The pleasure of his orgasm never fully ebbed, it only intensified, stretching out into a constant, throbbing ache the more you tortured his cock. There was no gradual build into it this time, no tension tightening little by little in his gut. Just a few more circles drawn into his wet tip, and something ignited deep within him, snapping the final thread.

He couldn’t even think to warn you before it happened, not when he himself wasn’t prepared for the surge of pleasure that burst in his abdomen. It rippled all throughout his stomach and inner thighs, spreading a dizzying heat and making his body thrash under your touch. A sound unlike any you’d ever heard him make before rang out around you. It was a near-shout, oddly cute and shaking pitifully each time he spasmed against you. Your eyes locked on his reflection just in time to see the fluid squirting from his cock, so powerful that it shot past where your thumb was pressed over his slit and spurted into the air.

The moment Felix felt his release splatter against his bare skin, his eyes snapped open, dark and wide, shining with wonder as he took in the sight of himself spraying all over his chest and stomach. The liquid covered your hand completely, dribbling down his pecs and clenching abdomen, splashing on his thighs and soaking into the bed underneath you.

You pressed kisses into his neck without taking your eyes off the mesmerizing display in the mirror, drinking in the roll of his eyes and the hot, red flush that crept up on his skin. He stiffened one last time, emptying the final wave of his release, then collapsed heavily against your chest.

His taut muscles went limp as he tried to catch his breath, a lazy, lopsided smile forming on his face and spilling a trickle of drool from his parted lips.

“Look at you, baby,” you crooned. “You did it.”

You let go of his softening length at last, dragging your soaked hands delicately over his tummy in an effort to wipe them clean. But practically every inch of his skin was dripping with something, and smearing your palms over his skin only added to the sticky mess coating them. Felix stayed panting without a word, eyes hazy and unfocused in the mirror, still smiling like he was lost in a dream.

He nestled into your hand the moment you reached up to run your fingers through his hair, wiping away the beads of sweat that had accumulated. “Are you with me, Lixie?”

“Mmm.” He shifted under your legs with a soft grunt, trying to twist his exhausted body to face you properly. Instead, he slumped uselessly back against you, with so much force that you nearly toppled into the mattress together.

“How are you feeling?” You gave the crown of his head an affectionate tap, and you might’ve sworn it echoed around in his empty mind.

“Nn…” he slurred something incoherent, ending it with ditzy giggle. “You…s’good.”

Fondness made you break out into a smile. You unwrapped your limbs from around him just long enough to help adjust his position, nudging him around so he could fall fully into you, chest to chest. You suppressed a shiver as you felt the fluid that coated his skin begin to seep through your shirt. But neither of you had it in you to care about the mess, not when Felix was still barely floating on the edge of awareness and you were too preoccupied with bringing him back down to earth. He nuzzled into your neck with another fit of giggles, wrapping his arms and legs around you in a grip that was surprisingly tight given how far-gone he was.

“Did it. I did it,” he mumbled through his laughter, airy and uncontrollable, shaking his shoulders with delight. “You touch me so good. Make me feel s’ good.”

You hummed, half-amused, half-endeared as you rested your hand on the back of his head to draw him closer to you. “Cause you deserve it, baby. A good boy like you deserves to feel so good.”

His puffs of laughter faded into a sweet sigh when you pressed a kiss to his hair. It eased your mind a bit that he was at least grounded enough to mirror the action, puckering his lips against the skin of your neck, warm and wet with drool that he tried feebly to suck back into his mouth.

“S’good,” he repeated. His voice was drowsy, sounding mere seconds away from drifting off completely. But even the exhaustion creeping up on his senses couldn’t block out the words that always came.

“Love you.”

lino (pegging, edging, slight feminization)

Minho’s cry was like music to your ears, honey voice tinged with a frustrated rasp as you halted your movements yet again, just seconds away from finally sending him over the edge. His body barely processed the sudden loss of stimulation, cock twitching eagerly against his stomach, like it was expecting to be granted release any moment now.

But it never came. Just another few pitiful drops of precum dripping from his swollen head, forming a sticky puddle on his skin. It delighted you just as much as it drove him crazy.

“A-ah, again?” he whimpered. His hands grasped at the bedsheets in a fit of distress, clawing for purchase to try and press his body further down against your strap. “No, no, no. Why?”

You cooed, watching with an amused smile as he began to grind his hips in an unsteady rhythm, thick thighs squeezing around you, desperate to cling to the remnants of pleasure that were quickly escaping him.

“Putting in work, Lino? Maybe I should keep this up.”

“Not fair, ‘s not fair.” He gave a shaky roll of his body with the hopes of gaining some kind of friction, but it only resulted in another helpless grunt when he couldn’t hit his sweet spot properly. “I didn’t do anything. Why are you being so mean?”

“Quit whining.” You gripped his rocking hips, digging your fingers into his soft flesh to pin him to the mattress. “I just can’t get enough of you, right? So obsessed with my baby that I wanna fuck him for as long as I can.”

The excuse was sickeningly sweet, and even with Minho’s head in a haze, he could hear your taunt in it; throwing his own words back at him. He’d only been teasing you when he’d said them. It wasn’t fair.

“Then don’ stop anymore,” he slurred. “Make me cum over ‘n over, just…j-just lemme…”

He trailed off with another miserable whine, shutting himself up just in time to suppress the plea was building on his tongue. The corners of his lips curled into an irresistible pout as he squirmed restlessly under your hands, aching for even the slightest bit of movement on your part to keep him from losing his last shred of sanity.

“Oh, baby. We both know you couldn’t handle that,” you frowned down at him, a perfect mockery of the pout he was shooting you. Bit by bit, agonizingly slow, you began to pull out, feeling his stomach expand under your palms as he sucked in a sharp breath. “You haven’t even cum once and you can barely speak.”

He hated how the glide of your hips immediately proved your point, fizzling out any response that he scrambled to muster up. Even more than that, he hated how ready he was to accept it. He didn’t want to talk back anymore. It was too hard, too much work. All he wanted was to feel that delicious stretch again, over and over, to be filled to the brim with you. All he wanted was you.

Once you’d eased out so he was left twitching around nothing but the tip of your strap, you surged forward, burrowing back into him all at once. Minho’s whole body jolted, back arching and a gasp tearing from his lips. He was grateful you couldn’t feel just how desperately he was clenching around you, walls tightening around your strap to bask in every inch of it pressed against him.

“It’ll feel even better this way, okay? Promise. All you have to do is lie there and look pretty for me.”

You repeated the action, dragging your hips back leisurely, just enough to earn an impatient whine, then pushing in all the way to the hilt with even more force than before. His eyes shot open as you pressed against his weakest spot, locking on you with a stare so deep, so hungry, that you nearly faltered. He raised his trembling thighs little by little, hooking them properly around your waist to pull you in deeper.

“You—ah—you think ‘m pretty?” he managed a grin. It was lazy, lopsided, the look of someone who knew the answer full well, but still needed to hear it. You’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t make your heart skip a beat.

“Mm.” You brought a hand to his face, brushing his damp bangs out of his eyes, giving you a full view of just how glazed with desire they’d become. “Pretty enough to put up with.” You moved down his cheeks, trailing over the flushed skin with a care that contrasted your quickening thrusts. “Pretty enough to fuck you so good, even when you don’t deserve it.”

Your fingers rubbed over his glossy lips, tracing their shape, swiping up the saliva that had dribbled out when he spoke. You were surprised he even had any words left in him. By now, he’d usually know nothing but the one he dreaded most, spilling out of him after all the stubbornness had effectively been fucked out of his system. Denying him just a few times was all it took to get him babbling it over and over, apologizing for what he’d done and demanding in the sweetest voice for you to stop being so mean and just give it to him already. Please, please, please.

But Minho was right. Today, he hadn’t done anything wrong, certainly nothing to warrant being edged more times than his foggy mind could count. It was just fun for you to watch him fall apart. His patience had crumbled long ago, and his pride was following suit.

“Gimme, then. Wanna—hah—wanna feel good already,” he demanded weakly. “You think ‘m prettiest like that, right? I know you wanna see me c-cum.”

You gave an especially hard rock of your hips, making Minho’s mouth fall wide open, head tilting back to sink into the pillows. His eyes fluttered shut again when you pushed two of your fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. He sighed softly, a sound of pure relief, plush lips wrapping around the digits instantly and coating them with hot saliva.

“I think you’re prettiest like this,” you murmured. “With your fussy mouth full, taking whatever I give you like a good boy.”

Good boy. It made him shiver. Something he so rarely heard you call him; he couldn't deny how much he craved it, even when he did everything in his power to convince you otherwise. He didn't want to act like a good boy, but he wanted to be treated like one.

Matching the pace of your rocking hips, you began to pump your fingers in and out of his mouth. They glided along his slick tongue and grazed against his bunny teeth, earning a cute, muffled mewl each time you pushed all the way in, right down to your knuckles. The look on Minho’s face was one of pure bliss as he drooled around them, the kind of look you only saw his delicate features form when he was completely full of you, both in body and mind.

“There we go. So much cuter when you’ve got nothing to say,” you purred. “Keep sucking like that, and maybe I’ll give you what you want so bad.”

You adjusted the angle of your hips to snap forward deliberately sharper, brushing the tip of your strap against his prostate and making his stomach twist with pleasure. All at once, that familiar ache made its presence known again. If the way Minho all but sank his teeth into your flesh wasn’t enough to warn you that he was getting close, his choked moan surely was. It rumbled against your fingers, coating them with a fresh layer of spit that sent a chill up your spine.

His hands grasped at the bedsheets in a death grip, veins protruding up his forearms, ankles locking behind you to keep his shaky legs in place. Instead of continuing to pull all the way out of him, you alternated to more shallow thrusts, repeatedly grinding against his sweet spot with barely a moment for him to recover between each jolt of electricity it sent through his senses. You teased his tongue rhythmically with the pads of your fingers, admiring the sinful sight to your heart’s content when his eyes were too busy squeezing shut to glare up at you.

Minho clamped down around you suddenly, so tight that it took extra effort for you to pull out even a little bit. A garbled noise rose in his throat, and it took you a moment to realize that he was trying to say something. You dragged your fingers out of his mouth, much to his discontent, thick strings of drool connecting them to his lips.

“What is it, baby?”

He sucked in a deep breath, swallowing down all the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. “S-say it. Say it again.”

You pulled out inch by inch. “Hm?”

“Call me g’boy,” he whined. “Wan—mmph. Wanna hear you say it again.”

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips just as Minho’s eyes blinked open. You hesitated before indulging him, and that, coupled with your strap remaining motionless halfway inside him, had him writhing around frantically in no time.

“You gotta be a good boy for me to call you one, right? Say please, Lino.”

It was his turn to hesitate, eyebrows furrowing into a desperate scowl. He held back for a split-second too long, gasping pathetically as you rammed back against his prostate.

“Quick baby, before you get too dumb to speak anymore.”

“Ah, please,” he didn’t waste a moment this time before begging. The word was pure honey on his tongue, growing more desperate as you drew your hips back again. “Please, please. Call me g-good boy. Wan’ cum.”

With a hum of approval, you brought your hand, still slick with his spit, down to his cock. You surged back inside him just as you began rubbing your thumb around his head in rapid circles, smearing his precum around and making his brain go haywire.

“Cum for me like a good girl.”

Minho’s entire body went hot. He tensed up beneath you, legs stiffening around your waist, hands bunching the sheets with so much force that his nails dug into the mattress. White, searing pleasure overtook him, rippling through his nerve-endings straight to his cock. It pulsed in your hand, shooting out a stream of fluid that was far more powerful than either of you were used to. Your noise of surprise was completely drowned out by the broken cry he released, sweet voice shaking with every shock of pleasure that passed through him, spraying more fluid all over your skin and his.

You admired each spurt that spilled past your fingers, tilting his length so that his release splashed against his heaving stomach. Minho seemed to notice, vaguely, that something was very much off about the extremity of his climax and the way it was thoroughly drenching his body with some unfamiliar substance. But his jaw had gone slack, unable to get out anything but moan after pitiful moan. He couldn’t even find it in him to open his eyes and process what was going on.

Finally, the last few drops of liquid dribbled from his slit, trickling down his length as it fell limp against his tummy. He was left trembling in the aftershocks, mouth still hanging open, like he’d forgotten how to close it.

You waited until his panting died down into more peaceful breaths, and then you spoke.

“Minho,” you whispered, running your hands gently up his drenched sides. He shuddered under your touch as you pulled out of him, still hypersensitive from the orgasm that had just rocked him to his very core. “Are you okay?”

He could only grunt in response, a reluctant, flustered sound in the back of his throat. Tentatively, you unlatched his spent thighs from around you and rested them against the mattress to allow him to relax his muscles. The cool, wet sensation spreading in the sheets beneath him made his skin burn impossibly hotter, and he turned his head to the side, giving you a clear view of his red ears.

“Talk to me, baby, can you do that?”

Minho softened a bit as your hand came to brush over his flushed cheek, just below where his long lashes rested. Still, the shame consuming his mind was nowhere near ebbing—shame from his embarrassing lack of control over his own body, and on top of that, shame that he’d loved every bit of it. He kept his eyes stubbornly sealed shut and his head turned away, not trusting himself to look at you without crumbling instantly.

“M fine,” he mumbled. Quiet, demure, nothing like the filthy sounds that had been spilling from his mouth minutes ago. “Just…”

“Shy?”

He hesitated, then nodded into the pillow, slick thighs rubbing together over the mere memory of what had just happened.

“You're simpler than I thought,” you teased. “Is that all it takes for you to listen? Just gotta tell you to do it like a good girl?”

A low groan escaped him, and you might’ve thought it was purely out of annoyance if it weren’t for the way his cock twitched at the words all over again. “Seriously,” his voice rose into a dramatic whine. “What are you doing to me? 'M all messed up.”

You shushed his fussing with a drag of your index finger along his lower lip. Before he could take it between his teeth like you knew he would, you used it to take hold of his chin instead, tilting his face carefully back into view.

"What's the problem?" you murmured. “You're prettiest like this.”

[imrllytootiredforthis]

sweet treat for a sweet boy<3

pairing: felix x reader

warnings: dom reader, sub lixie, boypussy felix, lollipops used for their non-intended purposes (food play), minorly mentions reader has a dick like once but can be imagined as a strap or real, think that's it :) -- MINORS BEGONE -- based on this vid (porn link⚠️)

a/n: was honestly too tired to edit this shitshow but whateverrrrr😌

imagine making lixie hold his legs up, his arms tucked under knees to keep his drooling pussy on show for you.

sweetly whining and pink, eyes screwed shut from the vulnerability of the position. open and wanting and so, so wet for you.

he can't think properly. everything is a haze in his muddled brain. sanity thrown to shit when you slowly, tortuously work him up.

and how is he supposed to think properly while you're teasing him like this? keep any kind of composure with your nails-dragging along his inner thighs, around his pussy lips, barely ghosting over his cute clit?

it would be unfair for you to expect that of him.

so he'll whine again, breathy and pathetic. his pink lips turned down into a slight frown all the while, because shit, won't you just touch him?

he's ready to beg, plead, cry for it-he needs it, so, so bad.

you seem to read his mind, because of course you can. you know him and his body better than he does himself at this point.

you spread his legs just a little bit to peer up at him from between them and his bottom lip juts out further.

you only give him your own mocking pout in reply "just be patient baby." you glance back down, pulling that damned lollipop out of your mouth to blow at his wet folds.

he wants to cry.

your tongue wraps around the pink treat, tracing around the circumference of it before kitten licking the tip all while his eyes hold yours.

the sight makes slick drool down his pussy, clenching around nothing. hungry, he wishes it was around you.

you wrap your lips around the lollipop, slowly, tantalizingly. he whimpers, his hips swaying but your eyes only flicker down for a second, ever the amused at his display of need.

and then you're looking back at him, challenging him. to say something, to do something. besides thrusting up into the air like a desperate whore in need of a fucking.

but he is. for you. his clit throbs with the need for attention; your fingers, your tongue, your dick-anything.

"please! just do something-anything! i can't-"

your eyes light up like he's promised something away that he shouldn't have, "anything?"

you look too happy. like a cat playing with a mouse. ready to devour it yet too eager to not play with your dinner.

but he can't do this anymore. he can't wait. he can't stay sane while you look him in the eye like that, sucking on the damned fucking lollipop and fucking smirking like you-

"-anything!" he gasps, his body seizing at the soft touch of your fingertips to his folds, collecting the fluids and bringing it to your lips with a soft hum.

"okay then lixie, just remember. you said anything."

and fuck. fuck.

that damned fucking lollipop,

that you've been swirling around on your tongue for the past ten minutes, more using it to tease him than for your own enjoyment.

"fuck."

his voice is hoarse and whiney. you think it's the best sound in the world.

"baby, it's not good to swear."

well fuck you and fuck that and fuck him-please, for the love of god please fuck him.

because that stupid lollipop that's been in your mouth is warm and wet and round, pushing between his folds and dragging along the seam of his pussy.

teasingly pressing against his clit, before moving just as quickly, leaving him to only cry out and dig his nails into the plush of his thighs to keep from crying.

"oh, you poor thing. so needy~"

he thinks he gasps when you push it into him, he's not sure though. maybe he gasps, maybe he moans, maybe he cries. he can't think over the buzz of every nerve ending and the roaring in his ears and the overwhelming pleasure when you pull it out and shove it back in just as fast.

and you do it again and again, watching his expression carefully as you start a cruel pace. as his mouth falls open and his eyes grow watery.

and you smile, because fuck he's so pretty like this.

you press it deep inside, hitting something that makes his back arch, a sharp keen careening from his bitten lips. and you speed up, hitting that spot over and over and over again.

your wrist cramps but you hardly care. it's worth it to see him like this.

to watch his legs shake and his eyes, wide and teary focus only on the point where the lollipop disappears into him, seeing hints of the pink candy before it's just the white of the stick.

his body heats up, almost burning as if liquid fire runs through his veins as if it's too much but it's not enough and he needs more.

you seem to read that thought too, bringing your hand from his thigh to rub at his clit in quick, harsh circles in tandem with the thrust of the lollipop.

"shit-i'm cumming, i'm gonna cum!"

you go faster and he can hear the slick sounds of it working inside of him, lewd and wet and moving easily in and out. squelching with every time you drive it into him.

you barely look at him before you're focused back between his legs, tongue peeking out to glide over your lips.

"it's okay, cum for me baby."

his cunt is twitches, wet and hot and begging to let go. you sigh softly pressing down on his clit harshly, making him scream.

he came with a pathetic cry, tears pricking his eyes and running down his pretty freckled cheeks; his pussy spasming around the lollipop, as his clit quivers against your finger.

he groans weakly, mewling as you help him ride out his high, shaking at the oversensitivity.

slowly, you pull out, sticky strands of cum webbing out as his cunt flutters.

you lean forward, pushing his thighs apart as you hover over him.

"open up baby~"

a/n: guys, be honest with me, am i disgusting for this?🤨🥴

the question at the same time though is do i care?

[ryxiez]

nsfw twt links

sub!stray kids

: ̗̀➛ Edging Chan until he shakes (definitely crys later)

: ̗̀➛ Jerking off Minho while he whines

: ̗̀➛ Pegging Changbin so rough he comes everywhere

: ̗̀➛ Needy Hyunjin playing with himself after a show

: ̗̀➛ Horny Han coming all over his chest at the dorms

: ̗̀➛ Fingering and pumping kitty Felix with thigh highs

: ̗̀➛ Kissing Seungmin’s pretty waist while you play with him

: ̗̀➛ Using a vibrater on Jeongin to overstimulate him

[femdomlieeh]

Revealing their mommy kink (m)

Sub!Stray Kids x Dom!Fem!Reader

WARNING—nsfw ✧ light S&M themes ✧ pet names (mommy, baby boy etc)

NOW PLAYING—Hare Hare ✧ TWICE

[A/N.] I wrote this a very long time ago. I don't write for skz anymore lol

M.LISTS—random idols/groups ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

All rights reserved © femdomlieeh

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방찬 / christopher bang / chris / bangchan

The youngest plus Minho from Chan's group sometimes teased him by mimicking his voice childishly and referring to him and you, his girlfriend, as 'dAdDy' and 'bAbyGirL' — and although he wasn't proud of it, this joke had gotten to his heart. The thing is he's had a fantasy of being called that in bed when he was a virgin teenager, and then a person called him that...and let's just say the thought of his now girlfriend calling him the d-word in a sexual, non-joking way scared him shitless. So to make sure his nightmare wouldn't turn into reality he had to do something and ideally he would try to plan having a discussion about sexual preferences and kinks but it was way too early in the relationship for him to have the courage to do that. So, he would overthink and overthink and decide to try to start a conversation about sexual preferences or stuff you're interested in but he would ultimately not tell you directly that he would like to call you mommy but would instead try to ask questions to get you to tell him if you liked similar stuff because he felt kinda weird for having this kink and wasn't sure how you would feel about it.

"Yeah. I think it would be nice if you blindfolded me!" he blushed then gulped, "But how about names?"

"Names? What about them?"

"Like is there any name you like to call me— or be called I mean?"

"It sounds like you do. Talk to me."

"I already like that you call me cute names and stuff. But I also wanna know if you would like me to call you stuff besides your name, you know. Like do you like being called baby, love, Mummy, darling or something else like that?" he tried to sound neutral, experienced in having convos about such topics and play it cool only to become flushed in the face out of embarrassment and gulp loudly.

"Yeah."

His heart started beating faster.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"I like how you say Mommy in your accent, it's sexy."

Fuck yes!!

He would feel so safe and comfortable to call you that in bed once you let him know you liked it. Be prepared for him to call you that all the time in bed (or kitchen, or bathroom, or living room).

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이민호 / lee know

He would make it clear what his kinks are as early as possible in the relationship because he wouldn't want to lead neither you nor himself on in a relationship that wouldn't work out sexually. The perfect time to tell you, according to him, would be when you two were getting touchy to the point that you had taken off his shirt and were on your way to take everything else off. He'd of course make it sexy, as to not ruin the mood you two already were in.

"I wanna see you too, Mami," he looked up at you from below you on the bed, naked.

This shameless bitch would call you Mami outside the bedroom (whisper) both to get on your nerves and to remind you you're his and no one else's. Imagine him whispering Mami at you with the most innocent voice, but with the smuggest grin in a restaurant —  that'll be him any time someone as much as looks your way for too long. Your contact name on his phone would be My Mami even before you officially were in a relationship.

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서창빈 / changbin

Changbin might have big arms and muscles but everyone should know by now that he's baby. And baby would be anxious, just thinking about how you would react to his little kink. What if you weren't into it? What if you thought it was weird? The possibility of rejection would be too scary for him to tell you about his secret. You'd have to tell him you had this kink directly to his face, for him to feel comfortable and finally call you that sweet name.

"I like being called Mommy."

Your boyfriend's face lit up, cheeks burning, "R-Really?"

You nodded.

At your confirmation, he laid his head on your shoulder, "Okay, Mommy."

From that day on, Mommy would be the only thing he'd ever call you, whether he was being a naughty boy or a good boy. The only time he'd call you by your name would be when he was around his bros but that's it.

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황현진 / hyunjin

Oh shit. These days, he's been reading more porn on tumblr than usual and he especially liked reading fics featuring the mommy kink — and one day, the kinky title just flew from his mind and out his mouth. He hadn't had any intentions of telling you about his kink any time soon, but on one special day, when you'd called him Babyboy randomly, the temptation had taken over his consciousness. As soon as the title left his mouth, he would think he might as well go along with it and face reality since he can't take it back.

"What time is it, Babyboy?"

"Hopefully Mommy time." Obs! He just said that.

"What...?"

"Mommy time is time I spend with you. It's the highlight of my day. But Mommy's been busy this week. I still want Mommy time though," he pouted at you.

Most of the time, he's a good boy and would call you by your title cutely, or just because you two liked it. At other times, like when he'd want to tease you, he'd call you Mommy when you're busy. Imagine you're on your way to work or you're running an errand, and he'd face time you and say something like "Can't you stay here with me, Mommy? Please? I want you so bad, Mommy~"

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한지승 / han

Every now and then, Jisung got the sudden urge to call you Mommy. Hundreds of times he had kept it inside but in his neediest moment by far he simply wouldn't be able to hold back. It would happen after he'd had an exhausting day at work, when all he wanted was your attention and love. The second he realized he'd said it, he'd get shy and act cute to mask up his shame. You'd have to give him reassurance that you don't shame him or think less of him for this preference, so he could call you Mommy without feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable.

"I want a hug, Mommy," he whined with a pout and straddled you on the sofa.

His face fell at the last word, and he took your hands and brought them to his cheeks to distract you.

"Aren't my cheeks super fluffy today? Like even more than usual, right?" he asked energetically out of panic and fake smiled.

"Your cheeks are always fluffy, Babyboy," you giggled, making his smile turn genuine.

Your encouragement would be enough for him to call you Mommy comfortably anywhere; with you by his side, he wouldn't notice anyone's opinions.

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이용복 / felix

One day, when you were just cuddling or doing your night routine, Felix would tell you that he wanted to try a new kink — which was a common occurrence because he liked experimenting and finding out new things about you and himself. But in reality "trying something new" was just an excuse; actually, he'd already known that mommy kink was one of his favorites based on the fact he would be moaning your name followed by this word whenever he found himself masturbating. He would be extra careful with every moment during your love time, since he hoped that this wouldn't be a one-time-just-to-give-it-a-try type of thing but rather something he could call you often.

"I wanna try something new," he rested his head on your thigh.

"Yeah? And what would that be?" you started playing with his hair.

He looked up at you with his big, innocent eyes, kissing you thigh, "Would it be ok if I called you...like Mommy? Or Mummy? Something like that tonight?" He gulped, "O-Or tomorrow or some other day?"

The pet name left his lips so naturally that you were shocked it was his first time using it (allegedly). It seemed like he was experienced with the kink, like he'd said that name many times or like he'd been studying it beforehand.

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"Mommy, I— Please, Mommy. Please, Mommy. Oh fuc—"

The next morning when you woke up, he called you Mommy to indicate he liked it and indirectly ask you if you did. If you gave him approval, he would start calling you that daily, if you didn't like it, he would respect you and only call you Mommy in his mind. As time passes by, you two would discover more pet names for each other, but his favorite for you wold always be Mommy because it never failed to make him feel small and loved.

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김승민 / seungmin

Seungmin'd joke about the kink so he'd have a pillow to fall on in case you weren't into it. When he 100% knew you liked it too, he'd be very content on the inside but playing it cool on the outside. He'd say it in a playful way, so you wouldn't be able to tell if he were being serious, in case you weren't into it so he could play it off as a small joke. But ideally he would just want you to make him call you that because he's a bit of a masochist and wants his partner to be direct and harsh with him.

soft!seungmin ver.

When you were in the middle of a make out session, he smirked at you, "Mark me, Mommy."

The smirk on his face was meant to be devilish but to you it was foolish — you already knew he wasn't playing around.

"Beg for Mommy."

His smirk turned into a smile, "Please, please, can you mark me, Mommy."

harsh!gf ver.

***none of you has introduced this kink previously***

"You disobeyed me just because you wanted me to punish you, right?"

He kept quiet, looking away from you.

You slapped him. "You just wanted Mommy to make you cum over and over until you have nothing left to give, right? You want Mommy to make you cry?"

He looked you in the eyes, "Y-Yes, I just want you to make me cry, Mommy. I deserve every punishment you give me. Please, just hurt me, Mommy."

After he found out you also were into it, he'd say the word both teasingly and lovingly, depending on if he's feeling like an angel or devil. It's honestly cute how he can go from whispering your title in public to begging for a hug. This one is half bad boy, half good boy.

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양정인 / i.n

(a/n. 누나 (nuna) = older sister)

He'd be the blushiest baby boy ever about telling his partner about his very specific kinks because he's not very experienced in relationships and isn't sure if or how hr should go about sexual preferences like if he shouldn't say it and just try new things shyly or if you two should discuss your preferences and boundaries ahead and stuff — so out of fear of embarrassment, he wouldn't tell you he gets hard thinking of calling you "Mommy" as you jerk him off and just hoped you would say something some day. So you'd have to initiate a conversation that gave him a clue that you liked it too —  and then he might get courage — or you just go ahead, straightforward, and talk about everything with no judgment.

"Do you have any kinks?"

He turned his head to you with the look of a shocked tomato, "W-W-What—?"

"I have some. Like there's this one when my partner calls me by a title."

His eyes widened and, out of fear, he spit out what he's heard most people say: "Like Babygirl?"

"No."

A smile, as well as more redness, couldn't help but make itself visible as he stuttered: "M-M-Mommy?"

That's the only thing he'd ever call you in bed. He would be shy to call you that in a non-sexual context, only sticking to 누나 or maybe darling, but every now and then it'll slip out and make him blush and cover his mouth. Ohhh he would never say it in front of his members since he is insecure and scared they will take it as him being babied by you and him not growing up or some shit that isn't manly. At some point his clueless members might create a small joke of calling you mommy and Chan daddy since you're almost like parental figures taking care of the group. If only they knew Jeongin's not an innocent kid anymore~ Little do they know he begs for "Mommy" to let him cum with a vibrator in his ass and tears going down his cheeks.

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❝ トキメキだけ share しよう (oh)

悲しみは let it go (oh)

嵐の日だって and so what?

雨雲は全部 blow away

躊躇わないで that's fine

いつでも呼んで that's right

君の背中押すよ

Stronger, stronger (stronger) ❞

( Let's share only the fluttering feelings

As for the sadness, let it go

Even on stormy days

And so what?

Blow away all the rain clouds

Don't hesitate

That's fine

Call me anytime

That's right

I'll support you

Stronger Stronger (stronger) )

—twice (- nayeon, sana, tzuyu); 2023

[jilixthinker]

SKZ AS SUBS - MAKNAE LINE 🥀

as the self-proclaimed sub!skz ambassador, i felt the need to share my version to the internet just because this was boiling inside of my brain for too long, so... i am sorry ♡

content warning: sub!skz, dom!fem reader, unprotected sex, mention of subspace, dacryphilia, perv tendencies, overstimulation, light BDSM, boob sucking, mommy kink, noona kink, anal play (m receiving), cross dressing, feet play, lactation kink, food play, dumbification, pet play, choking, breeding kink, cum play, virgin, reversed corruption kink, sex toys, masturbation, oral sex (both receiving)

HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE

➛ Han

- whiny™️. the word whiny was created for hannie himself. he becomes a sobbing mess after just one second of you touching him, even if it's not sexual;

- dacryphilia will soon become one of your biggest kinks, even if you didn't explore it before meeting him. he cries, pants, sobs and hiccups at every slight friction and will plead to not to stop, ever;

- tears are not the only thing making your boy messy. because he also drools. a lot. he does it when he is on top of you, face hidden in the crook of your neck, and when it's you topping him, cheek pressed into the soaked pillow under his head;

- with hannie you are gonna have multiple rounds almost everytime. he doesn't last too much, poor angel, because he is always overwhelmed with how warm and tight and wet you feel and he just cannot hold himself. he recovers very fast though, and he will happily suck you into his mouth in those few minutes of waiting;

- be prepared, because he is horny 24/7, and gets pussydrunk very quickly. he is up to anything you can give him? handjob before going to work? quickie in the restroom? filthy audios to keep him satiated? he wants it all;

- he has slight perv tendencies. it's consensual of course, and you told him multiple times that you are perfectly fine with everything he does, but he likes to pretend you don't know. the rush of adrenaline he gets by stealing your panties to bring them to work and taking dirty photos of you when you are not looking makes him feel dirty, and he likes it;

- since he cums really quickly and he is very horny all the times, i can see him being into overstimulation. he will beg you to keep circling the palm of your hand on his cockhead until he almost squirms away, and then he will cum for a second time in a few seconds;

- he has a filthy mouth, and he won't shut up under any circumstance. your neighbors probably hate you;

- he likes to be as submissive and yours as possible. he loves being your little toy to play with, and he will often ask you to finger his mouth as if it was his pussy, and to tie him so he cannot move to much and be completely under your control;

- he prefers when you ride him. he loves seeing you ravishing him and milk him dry, but especially because he just can't get enough of your boobs. when you stay on top he can bury his face on them and suckle at your nipples until your chest is all covered in drool;

- kind of obvious but he has a mommy kink/noona kink, and calling you that while you are fucking him makes his brain feel floaty and fuzzed. "Please noona, oh f-fuck, please - ah nnghh - p-please mama, mommy, let me cum, mama - uhh".

- he is into anal play, but for him. hannie will ask you to finger him, fuck him with your strap, rim him and put a plug in his cute wiggly butt at least once a week. he feels like your princess like that, he cannot help it.

➛ Felix

- here we have him, angel boy lixie. the softest, the sweetest, the embodiment of love. just a look at him and you would give him the entire universe;

- just as binnie, i think that also felix would be into cross dressing. he buys all the pink lacey underwear that he can find on the internet, and he pairs them with pleated skirts and high stokings;

- he will also add a few cute ribbons on his hair, and maybe a little bit of make up too. a rosey eyeshadow, shiny highlighter and glossy lipstick, better if sticky. he will let you fuck him without taking anything off, just pull the panties apart and slide his puffy cockhead on your folds until he cums prettily all over himself;

- he loves you so much he almost worships you. whenerver he is intimate with you, you will always find him looking at you fondly, tears almost prickling his eyes. he cannot help it, he just feels so much when you are together that he cannot believe how lucky he is;

- lixie has particular kinks, but he loves every single inch of you, and he will make sure to let you know. i have the feeling he would love feet stuff a little bit more than he wants to admit. especially when you are chilling on the sofa together, and your sole presses too close to his groin. he always feels a little aroused and filthy for the fact he enjoys this kind of stimulation;

- another mommy kink enthusiast here. he loves being cuddled and pampered by you. the nickname falls naturally out of his lips whenever you give him pleasure, and he sounds so innocent while doing it that it becomes an habit also out of the bedroom;

- lixie loves your breasts. he massage them to fall asleep and he suck on them as a comfort whenever he feels a little bit overwhelmed or fuzzy into his headspace. he like to be babied like that, to be lulled in your arms while he suckles softly on your nipples with pouted lips;

- and this led to his lactation kink. he is not ashamed of asking you to pretend to brestfeed him whenever he is stressed out. "b-baby please, gimme your milk, it was an awful day, p-please";

- he will need a lot of physical touch, such as holding hands, hugging and kissing. He loves every position in which he can be as close to you as he can;

- he wants and gives baby talk all the time. every cute nickname is okay for him, but his favorite are love, angel, sweetheart and sugar;

- definively into food play. he will take every chance to play with you while cooking and baking, sweet hiccups while you twirl your tongue on the head of his honey-dripping cock and lap at his sweet balls underneath;

- talks in 3rd person while in subspace. "uh- mommy, a-angel.. lix -uggghn- l-lixie is cumming, oh god, lixie is c-cumming".

➛ Seungmin

- i am a strong believer that seungmin is the hardest sub of all the boys. whenever he is in the bedroom his personality will shift drastically until he becomes a brainless needy thing;

- minnie is always so stoic and composed in real life that he just needs to let go. sex for him is the only way he can empty his head and give you the absolute control of his body;

- that's why he immediately falls into his subspace as soon as you get intimate with each other. he cannot conceive any other way of loving you than to give you complete power over him;

- i can see him being into light humiliation and dumbification. minnie needs to be useful for you and he will do anything to fulfill your desires. he gets off on the feeling of being your toy and your sexual object, and the embarassment he feels whenever you call him your dumb thing makes his head spin;

- for this exact reason, he is into pet play as well. he loves to be reduced as a silly puppy who needs to earn his treats. whenever you make him kneel in front of you to take food directly from your hands, his cock is always red and leaky against his lap. you often let him hump your calf and stop him just before he cums just to see him crying and pleading for you;

- after a few months, he will probably ask you to explore choking on him. you establish a few rules and safe words before you try that, and the way he just mewls while you lightly restrain his breath will convince you to do it more often;

- minnie needs to be owned. he will ask you to give him a tiny collar with your name on it, and he will wear it everywhere, even at work, hidden under his clothes;

- he always follows your orders diligently, but he enjoys his punishments a little bit too much as well. he pretends not to, because he wants to be your good pup, but he cannot hide the way his wet cock almost drools with precum every time your hand slap the soft fat of his butt, or the back of his balls;

- being so utterly in love with you, he will quickly develop a breeding kink. he cannot hold himself whenever he hears your voice tempting him, and he will cum the hardest if you combine it with a little degradation. "is my little pup ready to breed? mmh... i'm not sure. dumb pup is so weak to fill me up with his cum, isn't he? but you can try, puppy, you can try stuffing me full of your babies."

- and, of course, he is the weakest for cum play. especially if you let him lap his own release out of your folds after he emptied his load inside of you;

- another non verbal baby. as soon as you start pleasuring him, he will not be able to form a single sentence anymore. just sighs, sobs, soft moans and mewls;

➛ I.N

- here we go, another sub enthusiast here!! sweet, lovely innie is so happy of being with you that just cannot wait to try everything that he can;

- i can see him being a virgin before meeting you. not because he didn't have the opportunity of experiencing sex with anyone, but because he wanted to wait for his true love and be as confortable as possible;

- that's why he quickly develops a reversed corruption kink. innie wants - no, he needs - you to ruin him for good. he wants to feel little and inexperienced under your gaze. he wants to know that you are there for him, to teach him and guide him until he knows how to pleasure and be pleasured;

- after the first stages, he becomes unsatiable. he will ask for you to fuck him multiple times a day. poor baby will make up for all the time he lost!;

- he wants to try as many sex toys as he can. he will probably buy a bunch randomly without even know how to use them, and then place them neatly on your bed while waiting for you to show him the way they work;

- he gets pussydrunk pretty fast. he loves eating you out and fingering you the most. as soon as he is confident enough, he will ask you to sit on his face and ride his tongue until you cum on him;

- the prettiest soft grunts while you ride him or you manhandle him, "uh, nnnngh, ff-fuck, ahhh, oh g-god";

- thigh guy for sure. he goes crazy every time he sees you in a short skirt or in a tight pair of jeans. he will look at your legs so much he will almost go crossed-eye and will mentally pray for you to suffocate him with them as soon as you come back home;

- he loves to watch you masturbating. he will sit obediently at the foot of your bed, enraptured by the schlick sound of your fingers pushing in and out of your wet pussy, baby boy almost salivating at the sight;

- call him a simple guy, but he cums the hardest with sloppy blowjobs. he knows he has to stay still, but he usually cannot handle it till you give him permission and will end up thrusting in your mouth just a couple of times before you smack his ass and bring him back to his place;

- another noona lover here. he just loves the feeling of your experienced hands guiding him into pure bliss and to be called your pretty little boy;

- "noona, what was that? oh-ohhh g-god that feels amazing, p-please do it again."

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[byuntrash101]

Girls like me

dom!reader x sub!felix

smut | nsfw | mdni

nerdsub!felix is adorable, softishdom!reader, felix's freckles ♡, pet names (good boy, babyboy), praising, handjob, corruption kink, semi-public (library), edging, begging, cum eating, this is lowkey wholesome dont @ me...

requested | part of my 2023 prompt event [closed]

Felix's heart flutter when he thinks of you but he's not sure if he can be with a girl like you...

[❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜ + ❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜]

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK 🖤

You always liked the library. Not because of the books or the fast wifi but because it was quiet and peaceful. Because it was just a place to catch a quick break of it all and… because Felix was always there. 

Felix the straight As student, always buried deep in his notes. He was in your major so you shared most of your classes with him but you never talked to him in class. He was way too bashful and/or focussed.

But here. You could maybe get his cute nose out of the thick books.

So many nights you closed down the library with him. Exchanging cute glances over his oversized square glasses, his rosy cheeks speckled with small freckles. He was adorable. You loved this duality between his timid demeanor and his deep voice always answering back to you with short answers.

You let your forehead rest on your microbiology book and sighed.

If only you hadn’t made that move yesterday. Trying to kiss him was just foolish of you. You remember how regret crept under your skin when he looked back at you with the round eyes of a deer trapped in headlights. You hadn’t seen him since. Not in class and not in the library. WHich was very unlike him. It was almost closing time and you were the only one left here. And still no sign of your favorite most adorable nerd.

You groaned and shook your head chasing the bitter memory away.

But… when you looked back up. Felix was standing right beside your table. His white shirt and beige pants perfectly represented him. His beautifully long blonde hair framing his face, the ends of it resting on his big square glasses. You instantly started smiling. But that smile faded when Felix didn’t return it.

“Hey…” his deep voice started hesitantly. 

“Felix… I” you wanted to apologize but you couldn’t.

“Listen y/n… I…” he was fidgeting with his fingers, anxiously pulling at his nails. “I like you ok…”

You stopped breathing for a while. This was the last thing you were expecting.

“But I don't think I can… be with you” he whispered.

“Why not?” you asked. Getting up from your chair and taking his hand in yours, trying to soothe him, your thumb caressing his slender fingers.

“Because I’ve never been with a girl… Like… you…”

You both knew what it meant. It meant a girl that liked to be in control. That was going to guide him.

Fuck he was so cute, freckled cheeks painted a light shade of pink. Your other hand went to gently wrap around his small waist. You heard him ever so slightly gasp at your touch.

“Why don’t you at least try first, hm?” you leaned over, lips almost touching his. Felix looked like he was expecting a kiss but when you didn’t progress further he looked surprised. “What do you say babyboy?” you asked again.

Felix felt a strange and unknown quiver in his lower stomach at the word. His eyes fluttered between your eyes and your lips when he finally nodded.

And you kissed him very sweetly, slow and sensual, guiding the dance from start to finish and for a guy that was so hesitant he was so good at being obedient. 

“That’s my good boy” you said, opening your eyes back. Felix didn’t expect to like it that much. The daring attitude, the kiss, the praise, the firm touch on his side. Without realizing he was imperceptibly squirming between your arms, looking for friction and before he could even understand what he was going through he was getting hard. Of course you didn’t fail to notice.

His sweet innocent behavior all the while being a needy little boy awakened something in you. Something rougher, hungrier. Something that you kept at bay for a long time. Maybe too long but somehow you needed to keep it under control for just a little longer.

Your hand dropped to his thigh, nails trailing to his clothed hard on. When you finally laid hands on it Felix was biting down on his lip trying so hard not to explode. You gave it a firm squeeze and that sufficed to pull out of him the most melodious and divine moan you’ve ever heard. Shameful, high pitched. Perfect.

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You forcefully shoved him back onto the nearby shelves, making them shake. Your hand slipped to his nape and you growled in his ear.

“My sweet innocent babyboy” you whispered, cooing and lapping at his ear. Felix shuddered again at the word. “I’m going to ruin you.”

Felix felt himself twitch. It was like every single atom of his will was leaving him. With these simple little touches and words he wanted to throw himself at you. Fuck why did he like that so much? 

In one move, almost magically, you stripped him of his bottom clothes and unbuttoned his white shirt exposing his cute pink nipples and flushed chest. You trailed his abs with your sharp nail, lifting goosebumps on his soft skin. Then finally grabbed the aching member, already dripping with thick, slimy precum.

“Fuck you’re so fucking wet for me already” you whispered firmly grabbing the base. You starting slowly jerking him off, at a pace that was pure torture at least for him because it was bliss for you. You smiled at how his face contorted in need, how he gave pathetic little thrusts trying so bad to make you go faster.

“Is this what you wanted?” you asked, lips pressed to his blazing skin. Felix felt like his heart was consuming itself. Like he would burst into flames if he didn’t get to feel more of you right here, right now.

“Yesss!” he answered without a shadow of a doubt.

“So eager” you teased as you went ever so slightly faster. Felix shut his eyes closed and pushed his blonde head back in the books behind him, the yellow strands of hair clasping his sweaty forehead.

You went faster again, your hand perfectly gliding alongside him, from base to tip, gathering more precum and going down again. Your other hand left his nape to play with his balls. 

At the very second you started to fondle them it happened again. That same moan. His hands flew to his mouth as his eyes filled with shame. He was trying so bad to be silent. It was so pathetic and cute. You had to reassure him. Tell him it was okay.

“No one’s here. We can be as loud as we want.” You said. “ I want to hear the beautiful sounds you make.” you pecked the base of his neck.

It was like you had opened a tap. From that moment onwards he reacted to every touch. Letting his beautiful high pitched voice out. A true symphony. He made a variety of sounds you never suspected him to be able to produce. He was giving himself up to you, letting you string him along like a puppet. A well behaved puppy led by his red, veiny and dripping leash.

“Are you close, baby?” you whispered, nibbling on his red ear.

“Yes… Please… I wanna cum” he cried out, fucking himself off in your hands, matching your rhythm perfectly.

“You wanna cum for me baby ?” you bit on his neck. Earning another melodious moan from the freckled boy.

“Yesss… Please!!” his legs were trembling, about to give out.

“No, not yet” you instructed sternly.

His fucked out eyes snapped back to you, full of misery and despair, eyebrows deeply knitted and sweat dripping down his temples.

“Please Please” he pleaded in short and shallow breaths. “I-I’d do anything… Please! Please!” he started to stutter, whining. You took a good look at him. You smirked at the memory of him being so indecisive a second ago, thinking he couldn’t possibly be with you. But look at him now, thrusting his red and weeping cock in your palm, watery eyes full of anguish. He was magnificent. He was begging you so well you decided to allow him.

“Cum, baby” you ordered. “Cum for me right now” 

It was all he needed. He let out a powerful stream of white cum as a beautiful string of moan was cascading from his plump lips, beautiful soft features twisted by relieving pleasure. A long stream even got all the way to your abandoned microbiology book sitting on the table.

You brought your stained fingers to your lips to have a taste of him as he collapsed to the ground, exhausted. The strong taste filled your head and you savored every drop of him.

You got on his level, linking your lips with his. At first he was surprised by the bitter salty taste maybe because he didn’t see you bring your fingers to your tongue but when he realized what this alluring taste was he quickly returned the kiss. Losing himself in his own taste, completely capitulating to you in this final act of submission.

“How was it, baby?” You asked, finally parting from him.

“Great” he briefly answered out of breath. “I wanna do it again” he said, bashful eyes returning. Like it was a whole different person begging for release, eyes half closed and mouth agape a second ago.

“Today I was nice and gentle with you. Next time I’ll show you what girls like me really do to boys like you”.

A/N: should i do a part two ? idk haha i kinda really liked it lol come say hi in my asks if you liked it too!

PART 2 HERE

[hw4-l1z]

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Stray kids reaction to you having tattoos

Hyung line / Maknae line

Sub!skz x Dom!m!reader

Cw: slight size kink// choking// belly bulge// hand kink// punishment// pet play// mentions of cock stepping and spitting// scratching

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Han

Han would instantly be attracted to you when he met you. He thought you were the coolest person he had ever met and instantly started chatting you up.

You knew he'd be too scared to ever ask you out so you helped him out by asking him out yourself. Sungie was ecstatic to know that you returned the feeling and proceeded to go on the date with you. He'd be so giggly the whole time, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

You're big long tattooed hands would make him go feral evertime they gripped onto his tiny waist.

Evertime you'd give his waist or thighs a slight squeeze, he'd let out a soft, quite whimper. Sungie loves the feeling of your big, strong hands digging into his skin

Like many people do, he has a huge thing for your hands, especially your fingers. He loves the way they reach that spot inside him perfectly, rapidly moving in and out of him as you use your free hand to cover his mouth to prevent any of the members hearing

He'd want you to choke him, not to tight but not too soft. He absolutely loves watching you tightly grip his hips as you pound into him, watching the bulge form in his belly. He loves to trail his eyes down your stomach tattoos that stop right slightly about the base of your dick, it makes his head spin.

Felix

Felix never thought he'd be so attracted to someone who's quite the exact opposite of him, introverted and quiet, dark hair, multiple body tattoos and a couple of facial piercings, nails painted jet black, dark makeup around the eyes, alt styled clothing and multiple pieces of jewellery.

Your tattoos are what really drew him in, admiring the intricate details on your skin. You'd catch him staring, smirking slightly to yourself as you ask him if he wants a closer look. And ofc he'd never let down that offer.

Whilst he was checking out your hand tattoos he couldn't help but notice how big and veiny you hands were. He softly opened your hands and put his hand on top, giggling to himself when he saw the massive difference between the two. Lix knew his hands were small but my gosh your hands could probably fit both his fists in one.

As I mentioned before, Lix couldn't help but notice how big and veiny your hands were, the rings and tattoos only adding to the hotness.

He's been dreaming of you pinning both his wrists above his head while you fuck him into the mattress. These thoughts became so often that he eventually just told you about it, big beady eyes begging you to give him what he's been dreaming of.

Once you finally do pin his wrists he'd be a whining mess, thrusting his hips up in a needy, hungry way. He just wants to feel you close, whispering the filthiest things into his ear making his face flush bright. He loves how deep your voice can go, he loves thay it goes lower than his whenever your in the mood, fuck it turns him on so much.

Seungmin

Min would be slightly intimated by you at first but would see how your actually a very shy person so he would eventually ease up and talk to you alot more. He never knew how much you'd like to be praised until he told you how badass you looked with all your tattoos and dark look, causing a slight red tint to form over your cheeks and ears as you thank him with a shy tone.

He would get so flustered whenever you'd push him against the closest surface and push you pelvis right against his. He couldn't help but get turned on everyime you did this.

Sometimes you'd leave him hanging and sometimes you'd take him right on the surface you trapped him against.

Whenever Min acts up you'd punish him by putting a collar with a leash on him and a pair of dog ears. You'd make him put on a rubber tail plug that bounced with even the slightest movement, paired with some cute little laced panties with a hole in the back for the tail.

You'd make him sit there whilst you toyed around with him, stepping on his cock and spitting on his face making him hang his head in shame. He definitely learns a lesson since the embarrassment is too much. Although yes from time to time he'd decide to act up, forgetting what his punishments were.

I.N

Innie would instantly feel super flustered around you, blushing at the littlest things you do. He never usually likes to feel babied since he's growing up now but he couldn't help but love the way you'd pinch his cheeks whenever he did something slightly adorable.

He'd probably purposely act cute around you just so he could get you to pinch his cheeks again, to feel your soft hands touching his face.

One time he was acting all baby boy and you couldn't handle it so you grabbed his entire face with both your hands and smooshed it whilst cooing at him like he was a baby. He had to admit though, as weird as it was, he couldn't help but feel butterflies as your big hands held his face whilst you leaned in closer to coo at him

Innie would love to have you wrap your arms tightly around his as you fuck him. You love the feeling of him desperately clawing at your back as he starts to let out a few sobs

You'd be hesitant on choking him at first but Innie was very persistent on you doing so, getting a clear view of the snake tattoo that travels up your arm and stops at your shoulder.

He loves it cause it makes him feel like the snake is wrapped around his throat, sending an adrenaline rush full of fear and pleasure through him.

He usually isn't a very vocal person, just a few sobs, whines and whimpers here and there. But when you angle his body in the right position and attack his prostate, he'd be almost screaming. He would be gripping you shoulders harshly, digging his nails right into art on your skin.

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[charmercharm3r]

hershey kisses

LFX

7/8 of the Sleepwear Series

Masterlist

wc: 4.3k

Synopsis: Sugar, spice, and everything nice. And a little salty.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, sub!Felix x softdom fem!reader, alcohol consumption, they're both tipsy but not drunk and everything is consensual!!, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (m receiving), lots and lots of kisses! (literally used the word 17 times I counted), overstimulation, creampie, very lovey dovey until it isn't

No, you weren’t surprised when you came home to the smell of warm chocolate filling your apartment, though you never got tired of it– Felix had a habit of forgetting to crack a window whenever he was baking. What caught you off guard was the bottles of alcohol taking up space on your kitchen counter. There were tall bottles, short ones, cans of foreign drinks you had no idea what they were. That with the big mixing bowl filled with something chocolatey, you were as confused as ever.

“Hi baby!” He cheered excitedly, beaming a bright smile and waving with enthusiasm. You greeted him back, lightly jogging to where he stood in the kitchen and giving him a kiss.

Licking your lips, you could taste the faint traces of alcohol, looking around to see what he was having. “Without me? You’re having your own party,” you joked, kissing him one more time. Felix chased after you when you pulled away and whined for more, which you couldn’t ever refuse.

“‘M making chocolate whiskey. Had to test run the drinks before putting it in,” Felix went back to mixing the bowl as you found the open bottle of whiskey nearby, lifting it to your nose and cringing back at the smell. 

Finding a clean spoon, you dipped it into the bowl and tasted his concoction. The taste of the alcohol overpowered the chocolate by a mile, “baby, you’re not supposed to be getting drunk off chocolate whiskey.” You tossed it into the sink and grabbed two clean glasses instead, opening the new bottle of rum that sat nearby. There were litters of chocolate packets in addition to whatever other ingredients he’d bought.

“I just thought the more, the better.” Felix opened his mouth for you to put a piece of chocolate on his tongue, drinking it down with a sip of the young rum. He chewed it for a few seconds before his eyes went wide and let out a pleasantly surprised, “mmm!”

You laughed as he opened his mouth for more and cleared a space on the counter so you could sit to watch him. It didn’t take much for either of you to start feeling the effects of the alcohol, the combination of it with the sugary chocolate was addicting. By the time the chocolate whiskey was ready to be chilled, you and Felix were a giggly, tipsy mess. He may have left the bowl in the fridge for a bit too long because he was glued standing between your legs, letting you feed him a piece, kiss his lips, then take another sip. It was tough for him to scoop out of the bowl so you could help him in rolling into a ball, they were almost solid.

It was a nice moment to share, him laughing at anything and everything you said as he attempted to dig the chocolate out of the bowl, still standing so close that your legs brushed his torso. Common was that when the two of you were home together, rarely were you ever not touching one another in some way. Though, it wasn’t always like that. Perhaps his need for skinship rubbed off on you to the point that you don’t remember a time where you hated his invasion of personal space. Your bubble is his bubble.

Eventually, you both grew tired of his little cooking project and decided to let it sit to thaw. Without missing a beat, Felix enticed you into sitting on the floor of your shared living room with the seemingly endless bags of chocolate and a few more bottles of alcohol. The two of you were testing how the different liquors tasted with the sweets.

His back was against the couch and legs spread for you to sit cross legged between them. Felix mindlessly traced patterns on the tops of your knees, watching intently the dainty way your fingers unwrapped the chocolate and made its way into your mouth. He didn’t seem to notice his tongue poking out and licking across his bottom lip. It was cute, you couldn’t help but poke his tongue back into his mouth, though it didn’t make him stop staring.

Felix was never afraid of eye contact, in fact it’s why you were attracted to him in the first place. He made you feel seen, like he was always listening to whatever you had to say. Even if the things you said didn’t make sense, he contributed to it and always played along, like now.

“Do you ever get tired of drinking alone with me?” You didn’t think as you asked the question, taking a small sip of rum. Felix had stolen the bottle from you, rapidly shaking his head, no.

“Never. It’s more fun when it’s just us. Why do you ask?” He bent his knees, encasing you between his legs like a makeshift shield.

“Just ‘cause… I worry sometimes.” Shrugging and popping another sweet into your mouth, you didn’t raise your head to meet his eyes.

“That I’m not enjoying myself?” Felix held your chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought your face up. The slight fall of your shoulders made him coo, “oh, baby. You know I’d rather drink warm alcohol with you than be overstimulated in a loud, crowded bar with overpriced drinks any day of the week.”

Wise choice of his words, your ears perked, “overstimulated, you say?” You looked at him now and wiggled your eyebrows. Felix’s laughter echoed throughout the room as he dazedly fell forward into your arms, swaying the two of you back and forth. He was incredibly warm, that boy could’ve baked cookies on his abs if he laid out in the sun long enough. 

“But seriously, babe,” he nuzzled into your neck, placing soft, uncalculated kisses, “I could never get tired of being with you. Besides! We’re the fun ones.” His hands slipped down to your ass, cupping handfuls to pull you flush against his chest and crotches pressed together. No matter how small the action, you could feel the slight twitch in his pants.

You shifted to straddle him more comfortably and thread your fingers through his hair. “See, I know that you’re right but I still feel like I’m keeping you from hanging out with your friends.” The change in mood had him looking at you in the eyes, particularly sad about the pout on your lips.

“Why do you think that?” Felix brushed stray hair from your face, keeping your cheek in his palm and the other firmly on your ass.

“I dunno, guess it’s just lingering insecurities. Most guys use it as an excuse to break up with their partners, ya know.” Your tone wasn’t accusing, but rather matter of factly.

“Don’t you know by now I’m not like most guys?” raising an eyebrow at you, Felix smirked.

“Mhm, poetic and cringey. Gimme kiss.”

He caved without another thought and melted against your lips, tongue tasting like chocolate and alcohol and love. He loves kissing more than anything else, claiming it makes him feel so close to you. He’d do it anywhere, anytime and all you had to do was ask. It made him get a little dumb sometimes and get a bit too lost in the plush of your lips.

Though, he pulled away before that could happen, “was that sarcasm?” You raised an eyebrow. “I can be poetic, forreal.”

“I never said you couldn’t,” you laughed.

“Listen, listen,” Felix let go of you for a second to suck on another piece of chocolate, letting it melt. “Kiss me once,” the tone of his voice was as soft and deep as it’d go, he pecked your cheek, “and kiss me twice,” on the other side, “then kiss me once again.” Goosebumps covered your skin as the bass-like vibrations of his words drifted through you like a melody, pressing his lips to yours once more and immediately followed by the chocolate flavor. His tongue coated yours with the sugary treat and you felt hungrier than you’d had all day. Though, with the flush on his cheeks and gentle way he kissed you, Felix looked more than fit to eat.

Keeping you tight against him, his hands tangled themselves into your hair as he broke away to speak again breathlessly, “it’s been a long, looong time.” He took his time to say the words, smooth, sultry, dragging out each syllable. “Haven’t felt,” peck, “like this, my dear,” smooch, “since can’t remember when. It’s been a,” nuzzle, “long,” caress, “looong,” kiss, “time,” and a deep, gasping lock of your lips together. Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion, yet all too fast. The effects of the alcohol were blanketing both your already intensely present arousal and desire to make the two of you a needy, desperate mess, grasping and groping one another as if either of you’d disappear at any second.

As you grind harder into him, Felix’s hips cant up and he can’t help but moan into your mouth. The fondness that fueled you was the same thing that caused you to pull away and say, “that sounds a lot like a song I know.”

“Nope, came straight from my humongous brain.”

“If your name is Louis Armstrong, then yeah, I believe you.” He gripped the undersides of your thighs and lifted you off the floor, headed for your shared bedroom.

“I was thinking more like Kitty Kallen’s version.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and sat you on his lap again, pulling you down with him as Felix laid back. The pink decorating his cheeks as a result of all the drinking made him glow, charming eyes glossed over ever so slightly and looking up at you so warmly. You reached down to cup his cheek, run your thumb over his bruising red lips. They fell open, parting just a little for you to push the digit in. He stuck his tongue out before you could and guided it by the pad of your thumb, immediately closing his lips and sucking gently. “Pretty kitty,” you whispered, simply admiring him.

Neither of you spoke for a little while longer, just looking at each other with alcohol induced gazes and hearts in your eyes. Then you pull your thumb away, a string of saliva following as you stick it in your own mouth to taste the chocolate and rum mixture. Felix watched you with doe eyes and tongue poking at the corner of his mouth once again. “Mmm, sweet,” you say as you peck his lips one more time. “How’re you feeling?”

Felix just tugged you in again, groaning against your lips louder. Pushing him back lightly, “answer me, baby.”

“‘M perfectly tipsy, ‘nd I want you,” he pawed at the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging and letting the elastic snap against your skin.

Giggling when you dove down to kiss his cheek and scatter them around his face, Felix couldn’t keep his hands from continuing to roam, squeezing and caressing every part of your body firmly and lovingly. It was his way of appreciating you, telling you without telling you how infatuated he is. You traversed beneath his jaw, down his neck and occasionally biting his skin to feel his hands grip you tighter. It took a bit of coercing to make him pull away long enough to get rid of his and your shirts, even more so to get you both naked seeing as neither of you were able to keep your hands to yourselves.

But when you finally did, Felix propped himself on his elbows as he watched you, ogled your naked body from top to bottom until he met your eyes. He tilted his head down, waiting patiently for you to make a move. You cock your head to the side, “feeling a bit lazy tonight, pretty kitty?”

The slightly calm yet authoritative tone you took made Felix bite his lip and shake his head, no. “Oh? Just wanna be taken care of then?” His cock twitched at that, a bead of precum dribbling onto his abdomen. “I know you do, sweetheart.” You spread his knees wider and kneeled between them, then tucked his heels in tight to either side of your body. “Just relax, okay pretty kitty?” Felix whimpered in return, unable to look away as you peered up at him.

Keeping your eyes locked, you stuck your tongue out and ran it from the base, all the way up. His entire body shivered, goosebumps spreading along every inch of his skin. When you flattened your tongue to taste more of him, Felix let out a long sigh accompanied by his thigh muscles tensing and hands attempting to restrain themselves. While some might be put off by his intense stare, it was enthralling to you, especially the way he slowly blinked and rolled his eyes back when you did something he was particularly sensitive to. His hips kicked up and shallowly thrusted when you took him in your mouth, his own jaw completely slack and on the verge of drooling.

Felix was always a sucker for that, the messy, wet, lewd feeling that came from doing anything with your mouth. When you began to bob your head up and down his tip, occasionally dipping your tongue into his slit, he cried for more. You gave it to him because his pleas were just so cute, and took more, just holding him in your mouth. When the saliva started to build under your tongue, then you moved. The slurping noises and his whines sounded so good together that you were afraid he’s cum from that alone, it wouldn’t be the first time. Both of you were already worked up, the alcohol made you hazy enough to not feel the soreness in your jaw from keeping it open for so long. Felix was growing closer and closer with each down stroke, nothing but your mouth, drool, and watery eye contact edging him along.

Just as he braced himself tighter to start bucking up, you pulled off with a loud gulp and sat back. Loudly he groaned a high pitched whimper, rutting into the air and cock slapping against his stomach. Sighing, Felix’s body twitched at the loss of contact while you kissed up his abdomen, gently guiding him to scoot further up the bed and lay down. “Wanna try something new?” You say against the skin of his chest and teething lightly at his collar bones.

“New?” he murmured back only half paying attention because of how hot he felt now that you soaking crotch hovered over his.

“In a way. I think you’ll like it though, don’t worry baby. Trust me?”

Felix nodded rapidly and bit his already swollen lips, “trust you.”

Just to keep him on his toes, you crawled back down his body again and planted short but sweet kisses to the inside of his ankles, all the while looking up at him through your lashes. He kept wide eyes in anticipation, growing curiouser and curiouser with every touch of your lips up the length of his skin. As you hiked his knees up to his chest, Felix’s breath hitched. You didn’t dilly dally much longer as your own growing need was becoming overwhelming, simply licking a long, fat stripe from the rim of his ass to his balls, sucking them in for a second and moving to tower over him again. Felix had no idea what to do other than moan at everything you did to him.

He felt exposed with how you looked him up and down, was this how you always felt being below him? Either way, he loved it. He loved the excited glimmer in your eyes and how your nails were already digging into the bottoms of his thighs. He loved how soft your skin felt, the slight dizziness of the alcohol, and how that made him have tunnel vision for you and only you, more than he already did if that was even possible.

You opened his knees up, instructing him to keep them there as you took his cock in hand, giving him a few slow strokes. “Relax, pretty kitty. Gonna make you feel good, okay?”

“Hurry– need you,” he mewled even more, growing impatient the longer you teased yourself with his red, flared tip.

Laughing lightly, you raised yourself higher and positioned him at your entrance and sunk down, slowly until your thighs pressed against the bottoms of his. The unconventional position opened up a whole new world of pleasure, not just for you, but him as well. Though usually he leaned more on the submissive side, Felix always loved to prove himself to you by doing most of the work in bed. 

The tip of his cock fit snug against your sweet spot, not even having to try to aim for it this way. The both of you were already losing your voices moaning, but as you lifted your hips back and slammed back into him, Felix’s eyes rolled back and you knew he was done for. You felt like you were floating despite continuously ramming your body against him.

How brainless he felt, getting fucked without actually getting fucked, and getting fucked hard. The only thing that could’ve made this better was if you were kissing him. Though, he understood why you couldn’t, too lost in your own pleasure to think about that right now. You made up for it by just continuing to use him, disregard him as if he were just a cock to fuck and get yourself off on. That part was unintentional, however, you didn’t stop there.

You pushed your body weight forward, leaning onto him by the backs of his thighs and using gravity to rock into him with every upstroke. If the sound of your skin slapping together didn’t give away what was happening, his moans sure as hell did. And Felix not so silently loved every second of it. He felt vulnerable and filthy and sweaty and intoxicated and so, so enamored. Together for who knows how long and you still never fail to amaze him.

Just that in mind, along with how pussy drunk he was, he was reaching his end much quicker than he’d hoped, but you just felt too good not to blow. You were creeping towards your own and well on your way, clit grinding up and down the top of his cock every time you rolled your hips.

Initially, you were afraid he’d reject your idea, seeing as it might’ve been uncomfortable and he had every right to say no, which you were prepared for. But oh how far from that you were now. Now, even if you weren’t so much focused on his pleasure as you were yours, you could see his belly contracting and attempting to force the high down just to keep up. “Go ahead, baby. Cum. I won’t be mad,” you say with as much brain power as you can muster, seeing as it’s getting harder and harder not to cum, yourself.

His voice, having been whiney and high all night, suddenly dropped into the lower register and bounced along with your tempo, along with his tongue drooping out the corner of his mouth. You took it upon yourself to stick two fingers in your mouth and then pop it into his, his tongue loving the weight and even more that you shoved them in and out in time with your hips. That must’ve been the cherry on top, having something to suck on, Felix attempted to say, “cum– cumming, ah– fuck!”

He let himself go with an extraordinarily loud cry, cum coating his entire dick as you ceased to slow down insearch of your own orgasm. Overstimulated and exhausted, Felix shuddered and was on the verge of tears but couldn’t stop moaning. He held onto your wrists that pinned his knees in place, needing something more to ground him. It burned so painfully good, for both of you. You, with your high on the tip of your tongue and Felix, teetering of either passing out or crying but loving it so much.

But he did neither of those, when you reached your orgasm, it somehow strung one more from him as well, dry and white hot. Your cunt clenched and pulsed so tightly around him that Felix felt like he was almost suffocating within you and if he were to die now, he couldn’t have been happier. It didn’t feel as though your orgasm subsided when you looked down to find your boyfriend with his eyes rolling back, sweaty and red in the face that bled down to his chest, something straight out of a porno.

Letting his now flaccid cock keep you plugged, you leaned over and sweetly kissed his lips, close-lipped and gentle and all too chaste for the events that just occurred. You guided his legs back down and maneuvered to straddle him, somehow doing so without spilling any of his cum and laying your body weight onto his chest. Felix immediately wrapped his arms around you and tipped your bodies over to lay more comfortably.

The room was quiet aside from the both of your heavy breaths and the occasional smack of your lips coming together and breaking apart. “I think I had a sugar high,” Felix muttered into your hair.

You laughed at the random comment, “I think that was more than a sugar high.”

“No, really! How the fuck did you do that?”

“I told you that you’d like it.”

“We need to do that again. I’m so, so serious.” Felix peered down at you, eyes big and suddenly wide awake.

“I don’t think you’ll have to wait too long, baby.” You consoled him, reaching up and stroking his cheek to ask for another kiss. The deep rumble of your belly made the both of you break out into giggles. “Hungry,” you mutter against him.

“Me too.”

“But I’ll be cold if I get up.”

“I’ll come with you.”

You hummed happily, slowly pulling away so that he fell from your pussy as gently as possible but both winced anyway. You were going to get up, but just had to take one last look at him in his post nut glow, “pretty kitty,” you whisper and give him another quick peck.

Digging through his dresser, you stole a pair of his clean boxers and slipped them on, tossing one his way before he followed you. You were about to open the door when you felt the dripping feeling of his cum and ran to grab a napkin to catch it. Felix took it upon himself to leave the room first, not thinking anything of it when he walked into the living room with you on his tail. Then he stopped and you ran face first into his bare back.

“Ack– what the fu–”

Felix was suddenly spinning you around and quickly pushing you back into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. “What are you–”

“We can never show our faces in public ever again,” he said with a straight expression.

“Why?” You raise your eyebrow.

“Because there's seven of our friends in our living room drinking our alcohol and eating our chocolate and I don’t know why.”

“So why can’t we show our faces in public?”

“Because I’m 100% sure they heard everything we just did.”

The choked gag you let out had you falling back onto the bed, laughing away the embarrassment until he chucked a t-shirt at you with giggles of his own. “They’re your bandmates! You go talk to them,” you encouraged.

“I can’t! I can never look them in the eyes ever again.” Felix slid another shirt over his head as he paced back and forth. “If you go out there, then they can’t say anything because then it’ll be like they’re the weird ones for listening.”

“Okay, okay.” 

Confidently, you shrugged on some sweats for extra decency out of embarrassment and let yourself out into the living room where the seven pairs of eyes avoided your gaze entirely. “Did you at least order food if you’re gonna drink all my alcohol?” You sat yourself on the floor, stealing the rum you were drinking earlier from Jisung– who looked even more disgruntled as you took a sip.

It was silent for a moment before Changbin, leaning into an uneasy Hyunjin on the couch, “Chinese.”

“Nice. I’m starving.”

“How did you get him to make that noise?” Minho on the other side of the coffee table spoke up, seeming genuinely curious. Suddenly all of them seemed interested.

“I think I’d rather die than share that information.”

“At least tell us the position,” he pressed, “for educational purposes.”

It didn’t look like any of them were going to drop the matter. “Why are you all in my house?”

“Felix texted the group chat earlier this afternoon to come over… for game night…” Chan murmured and held up his phone with the group chat, acting a shield for Seungmin and Jeongin to avert their eyes. As you looked around the room, you saw the board for monopoly on the coffee table and all the pieces scattered about. You raised an eyebrow, confused as to when he did that and how they all agreed that tonight of all nights would be game night without bothering to tell you. Then, you turned back to the room to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway, face red as an apple, and not the glowy kind. "I do not remember doing that..."

You could tell he knew he was guilty just by the way he stood, shoulders shrugged and eyes round. Looking back at the group, you deadpanned, “on his back, his legs up and dick pointed do–”

He ran to pick you up and carry you back to the bedroom, echoes of laughter filling the apartment as the doorbell rang, “my Chinese food!” But Felix had already locked the two of you away for who knows what punishments to come.

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A/N: if someone could enlighten me and tell me the name of this position id actually really love to know...research purposes

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