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Shy Shy Shy // Bang Chan x AFAB!Reader

—"What is it that you really want then babe?"

"A lot," you whisper softly, looking away from him, "And quite frankly I'm terrified,"

tags: shy!reader, beginner!reader, oral sex (f receiving), use of hitachi wand, fluff and smut, slight name calling (by author and chan lmao im so sorry), petnames (baby, baby girl, etc.) praises

disclaimer: pretty vanilla if you ask me. title is from TWICE's Cheer Up but the song is FAR from the story. i will make a part 2, but for now enjoy this one.

Rated: MINORS DNI

You and Chan have had sex once. He was your first time, and to say that it was sweet and tender was an understatement—and as much as you were shy to admit it, it got you hooked. However, it has been nearly a month since then and nothing seems to transpire between the both of you which left you slightly restless.

Did he find you inadequate the last time? Do you need to practice more? Did he not like it? And one of the self talk that jarred you so much was Why am I constantly horny? Laughable really, you bought a Hitachi wand just to get off yet it wasn't quite the same. Somehow in some way you turned insatiable, only stopped by your shyness and the want to preserve your dignity in front of Chan despite the raging horniness internally embedded in your system.

And worse part is you chose to shut up about it, letting it be kept in like a dirty little secret.

So whenever you and Chan are cuddling for movie night you have to make a more conscious effort to not touch too much, or grind on his thigh, or prolong the kiss just so that you don't jump him and immediately regret it because you have zero clue on what to do. Like right now;

He has one hand on your back, another on your waist, both of you laid down on the couch while he runs his fingers across your clothed spine gently, not even putting pressure. It was relaxing until it suddenly just wasn't. The touch was extremely light yet somehow exhilarating to you, like the little virgin whore that you are. "Y/N-ah?" his voice snaps you out as you rigidly look up, realizing that his ministrations stopped and his hand is parked up at the couch instead, a small frown forming on your face, "I'm sorry, did you not like that?" he softly asks before you tilt your head in confusion.

"The what Channie?"

"You suddenly tensed up, I thought maybe you didn't like being touched on your back,"

Your cheeks redden up, heat flaring on your face as you shake your head shyly, "Not at all!" you defend, wanting to be swallowed whole by the couch, "I–I don't hate it," you stammer.

"Baby, you can tell me if something makes you uncomfortable," Chan frowns, sitting both you and him up instead of laying down, "And I might've pulled your attention from the movie, I'm sorry,"

"No! I swear I'm not lying," you shake your head vehemently, "I didn't hate it Channie. I just–" and before you start to ramble on you stop, tongue automatically lodged in your mouth you couldn't even make a sound even if you wanted to. Chan furrows his brows a bit, "Just what?"

'I'm just incredibly horny when you do that,' was the sentence in mind but where was your tact. You remained seated there like an idiot, unmoving and absolutely speechless.

"I just hope you aren't forced to go ahead with my own whims, Y/N," and oh no he was pulling out the first names. What happened to baby, babe? "If it isn't what you want I can always compromise and comply,"

"Channie," you frown and take his hand, "Like I said it's not that I don't want it,"

"What is it that you really want then babe?"

"A lot," you whisper softly, looking away from him and simply conceding because that face was enough ti tear your heart into two. 0/10, not recommended. "And quite frankly I'm terrified," you admit before your grip against his hand fall weak.

"Like what? I promise I won't judge. I'll give you the world baby, just say the word," he cajoles, cupping your face tenderly as you peer through your lashes, "Promise?"

"I promise, sweet girl. What is it?"

You bite your lower lip, feeling a new surge and boost of confidence before you cup his face and gently pull him towards you, entrapping him in a kiss. You had no idea how to deepen it, simply pushing your lips against his and tugging on his shirt shyly with two fingers until he gets the request. He licks on your bottom lip as you give him leeway to slip it in, trying to slowly move along his motions while trying not to fuck things up by being greedy.

He slots into you perfectly, guiding your tongue against his as you let out a cute little whimper, eyes tightening shut before you both pull away–you for a reprieve and him to check if you were alright, always the gentleman. "Y/N?"

"I have a confession to make," you keep your two fingers on the hem of his shirt, "I–Ever since last month," you squeak out as nervousness makes its way to his face, "It's... It's like I turned into an entirely new person? Like I'm always..." you struggle to properly pull the words out as he patiently waits, "I always need you, Channie. For gods sake I bought a sex toy because of you," you reveal while burying your face in your hands as your boyfriend's eyes widen.

"Really baby?" he asks, his hands finding your arms while he rubs them comfortingly, "Do you...want to do it again?" he asks as you nod, still buried in your hands. "Look at me baby," he coerces you out of your palms, urging you to look up at him, "Do you?"

"Please Channie," you whine, "Don't make me say it out loud,"

"Then how am I gonna know what my baby wants if I don't?" he chuckles lightly, "What do you want? I can help you play with the toy, show me how you do it. Or you can ride my thigh, pretty little baby rubbing her pussy against my leg. Or I can fuck your pretty little cunt, what do you say?"

"Either and all?" you let out in barely a whisper before he chuckles, eyes glazing over with affection and lust before he pulls you to his lap, effectively straddling him. "All it is then," he smiles at you, "Just tell me what you want. I'm all yours,"

Your heart tightens at that, absolutely in love with this man and somehow your core tightens along making you tentatively grind against his thigh, clothed cunt flush against his shorts. "C–Can you guide me?" you ask. He nods before thumbing the garters of your pyjama shorts, "Let's get this off first pretty girl," he instructs before pulling it off, lifting the hem of his shorts so that his bare thigh is pressed against your clothed pussy.

He grips onto your hips, guiding you along as you grind softly, friction building up as your wet and aching cunt rubs along his skin, a series of sweet and small whimpers getting knocked off you as he simply observes, staring at your face intently while your hands try to scramble for anything. "You can touch yourself baby girl, it'll help,"

And without hesitation this time you start rubbing on your clit, feeling the dampness in your underwear grow before looking down to see a tent in Chan's underwear. "Chris, I wanna grind on your cock please," you request as he lets out a 'Fuck,' before tugging his shorts off, leaving him with only his boxer as you shift your placement and start grinding on his boner, a breathless sigh knocked out of you while you lazily rub your clit. "Mnh, fuck baby, I never knew you were this slutty," he chuckles while watching you, "Pretty little baby has so much to show me. Don't you?"

"Only for you," you moan while grinding, the knot in your stomach tightening as you look down and see the feral glint in his eyes adding up. "Kiss?" you ask before he cups the back of your head and pulls you down while you continue your ministrations against his hard cock, now nestled between the gap formed by your soaking underwear.

The kiss turns more and more obscene, the smacking sounds absolutely fuel to the fire in your core, spit swapping between the two of you. Suddenly your clit gets tugged up against your underwear, a louder much more prominent moan knocked out of you which makes Chan's body tense up, "Fuck baby, I wanna eat you out," he begs, "I wanna hear more of that. Can I please?"

You nod before he grabs you by the back of your thighs, instinctively locking your own legs around his waist while he carries you to your bedroom.

Placing you down, he immediately crawls to your aching heat, wet and warm against the fabric of your panties. He tugs on them wordlessly, nearly ripping them off before he simply stares at it. "Where's the toy you bought my love?"

You crawl over the night stand, opening a drawer before pulling out the Hitachi wand and handing it to him shyly. "I–I love playing with my clit," you explain, "It feels good,"

"Alright, I got you," he nods before grabbing the backs of your knees and placing it on his broad shoulders while your stomach tenses up in anticipation. You still had your shirt and bra on but essentially bottomless already, feeling more of a pervert than if you were completely naked. And without warning, Chan licks up a stripe on your pussy, making you yelp out.

He kisses up on your folds before slotting his tongue through, the vibrations of the Hitachi suddenly come to life as he presses it against your clit while fucking into you with his tongue. A loud, obscene moan escapes you, tugging on his hair and your thighs tightening against his face which makes the vibrations more intense.

"Chan!" you yell out, name slipping from your raw bitten lips line a mantra, "Fuck! Fuck! Channie!" you cry out, slowly getting more and more overwhelmed before he stops the wand and detaches his face, making you whine.

Spit and slick cover his chin and nose as he laughs breathlessly, "Fuck, you're so delicious baby girl,"

"Daddy make me cum," you whimper and beg.

"We have all night baby," he soothingly rubs his hand over your thigh, before ducking back in between your lap, "Feeling alright?"

"The best," you choke out, "It feels so amazing Channie,"

"Good," he simply states before you could feel a finger prod into your hole while his tongue starts laving at your cunt again, slurping heard as it makes you roll your eyes back and arch up in pleasure. A litany of moans and whines escape you uncontrollably, Chan's name and profanities a steady stream.

As you approach your high, you can feel the tension in your stomach tightening, toes curling in pleasure while you fist the sheets. He grabs the wand again and presses it against your bud, tongue still spearing into you as the noises spilling out your throat get louder. You tug on his hair, biting your lip with a long drawn groan mixing with his' before you feel the knot unfurl, sensitivity at its peak while you spill into Chan's mouth, his tongue laving and lapping up at your juices.

Your thighs tremble by the sides of his head, a cry escaping you while he keeps on overstimulating you with the Hitachi, making you tug on his arm, "Good girl, take it for now sweet thing. My shy slut," he grins down at you.

Your legs continue to writhe about because of the spent nerves on your clit before he finally pulls away and you let out a deep breath out of relief, eyes clouded with lust and half lidded. You reach out to cup Chan's face, wiping off the slick on his chin with your thumb before licking it off.

"Thank you Daddy," you whisper before pulling his face closer, "Would you please fuck me now? Pretty please? Put your dick into me?"

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berryberrytan · 2 years ago

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caramel popcorn

caramel popcorn — one shot [ general masterlist ]

this one shot (and this blog) are 18+ !! minors, please do not interact!!

• felix x female reader; changbin x female reader (not the focus).

• non idol au. friends with benefits. roommates (changbin and felix). pining. drinking. there's a party. explicit language. mention of slumps/depression. explicit sexual content. not beta read.

• smut warnings (spoilers ahead) — slightly perv felix (he a simp). voyeurism. voice kink. masturbation (alone and together). mentions of a possible threesome. oral sex (f receiving). fingering. protected sex, cumplay if you squint.

• word count: 11.5k

You are Changbin's fuck buddy. You two are just friends, but you are still something. Felix shouldn't have a crush on you. He still does.

Felix comes home earlier than usual.

Work is slow today, and he’s feeling out of it, so he just decides to close his computer and walk home. It’s not like he will be missed, and he can catch up on his hours during the rest of the week. For now, he can’t focus, feeling a little blue, unable to find the motivation to keep going. It’s not that he’s losing interest in what he does – it’s not specific to his job. He’s just been feeling disconnected with reality, like he’s too used to the things around him. Everything feels… automatic. Mechanical.

He needs change. He needs something to snap him out of the redundancy, a hook to get caught upon, a thought to keep him up at night.

You come into his life at the right time.

He pushes the code on the handle to unlock the door, his tie already pulled loose around his collar, his hair ruffled by the wind of the subway. His briefcase hangs on his hand, feeling heavier than usual, and he opens the door with a slight shove, letting it close behind him. He takes off his shoes, throws his briefcase on the couch and starts to shrug off his jacket when he hears a noise coming from inside the apartment.

Changbin isn’t usually home at this time of the day, either. Or is it one of his days off? Felix isn’t sure. Days have been merging into each other, each of them feeling exactly like the one before. His roommate and best friend has been trying to snap him out of it, dragging him to parties or other activities, attempting to reactivate his creativity, the spark in his eyes. Felix appreciates his effort – Changbin is a good friend, always has been. It’s not his fault Felix can’t make it out of the fog. It really isn’t. In fact, if Changbin wasn’t there, Felix is sure it would be much worse. He would truly come apart if it wasn’t for those movie and pizza nights, for Changbin singing in the shower, for their video game tournaments, for their trips to the gym twice a week.

Felix slowly finishes taking off his jacket, listening intently. For a few seconds he doesn’t hear anything and wonders if he imagined it, but then there’s the definitive sound of a voice coming from the hallway. It sounds like Changbin, although it’s a little muffled. Felix moves quietly, takes a few steps inside the living room and towards the hallway, and is about to call his roommate’s name when he hears another voice.

This one is definitely not Changbin, and is irrevocably a moan of pleasure. Felix stops in his tracks, feeling the blush rise to his cheeks. The voice moans again, Changbin’s name this time, and Felix does not know what to do. Changbin is clearly… busy. Should he leave? Should he make enough noise so that whoever is in there with Changbin hears him?

Who is the girl in Changbin’s room?

Who are you?

As always, Felix’s curiosity gets the best of him.

He tiptoes around the corner of the hallway and takes a peek. The door to Changbin’s room is ajar. Where he’s standing, Felix can only see a little of it, a part of the bed, on which two naked bodies are moving together. He recognizes Changbin’s dark hair and muscular arm, which is pinning down someone’s hand on the mattress.

Felix doesn’t see you well. Hints of your hair, of your profile, of the shape of your neck and collarbone. Changbin hides you, which is a good thing – he wouldn’t dare look if he wasn’t. However, he can hear you clearly, breathing heavily, whimpering against Changbin’s mouth, moaning in his neck. He can hear the sound of Changbin’s thrusts into you, the skin smacking, the bed squeaking.

Changbin is fucking you hard.

Felix definitely isn’t supposed to be seeing this. You haven’t heard him come in, because you are completely unbothered, fucking like there’s no one around to hear or see you. Felix’s cheeks are bright red, mouth parted in slight fascination, unable to look away although he really should.

Of course he is aware that Changbin has a sex life, an active one at that. They are both open about it, never crass but always honest. So it’s not a surprise that Changbin is with someone, it’s just rare that he brings his guest to their shared apartment, and it’s certainly the first time Felix is walking in on him. He should definitely leave, come back in an hour or two, when Changbin’s hopefully done and there is no chance of being caught like a pervert.

But there’s something so fascinating about you, and Felix can’t bring himself to move. It’s in the way you breathe, panting, slightly trembling. It’s in your voice, in your whispers and your pleas. Changbin growls in your ear, muttering things that Felix can’t quite catch, but it seems to be working because you dig your fingers in his arm and his hair. Felix can hear your words getting tangled.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Changbin says.

That Felix hears perfectly well, and the way you nod feverishly sends a rush of blood to his cock. His hand grabs his crotch and he realizes he’s hard. His fingers press his length, already uncomfortable in his pants, and Felix closes his eyes, shaking his head. What’s his problem? Getting a boner from watching his best friend fuck someone? True, he hasn’t gotten laid in a while now, but it’s no excuse. This is wrong. Isn’t it?

He turns away, pushes his back against the wall, closes his eyes.

“Fuck, Changbin, I’m – please –”

Your voice sounds so beautiful, so pleading, so raw. It rattles a little, lost between your unsteady breaths, and Felix can hear Changbin accelerate his thrusts. The bed slams against the wall as he pounds into you, and your words turn into whimpers.

You keep repeating his name, ask him not to stop, and Felix is stroking his cock almost instinctively above his pants. He can’t stop listening, hypnotized. He just wants to take out his cock and jerk it off so he can come at the same time as you. At this point he’s not even being careful at being caught. He wants to hear you.

Fuck, he should move.

Fuck, he should stop.

Fuck, he can’t.

Felix closes his eyes and lets your voice fill his ears. You inhale sharply, you breathe out a moan, you hiss words he can’t comprehend. As you come, Felix squeezes his cock, feeling it twitch under his hand, but he delights too much in the sound to think about his own pleasure. How do you sound so good? So lovely, so vulnerable, so strong? He could drown in the melody.

The apartment falls quiet for a second. Felix breathes out discreetly as he hears whispers coming from the room, and then muffled chuckles. You say something to Changbin - his name, and something else. There’s the swishing sounds of sheets. Are you changing positions? Are you straddling Changbin, taking his cock deep inside of you again, or are you maybe taking him in your mouth?

Felix blinks. What the fuck is he doing? He stares down at his crotch, and the fingers he has sprawled around his length. This isn’t right. He quickly removes his hand, shakes his head. He needs to go before you or Changbin find him listening in.

Oh, but how lovely you sound.

“Am I doing good, Binnie?”

“You’re doing so good. You take my cock so well.”

“Fuck, that’s so deep…”

Felix turns away and quietly walks back towards the door. He needs some air. He grabs his jacket, slips it back on, and heads outside.

The bitter spring air helps. Felix takes a long walk, hands buried in his pockets, his earphones blasting music. It’s loud enough to mute his thoughts and the memory of your voice. He’s sure he hasn’t met you before. He would remember that voice. Who are you, then? A coworker? The friend of a friend? Someone Changbin met on a dating app? He desperately wants to know. He might never will, and it will drive him crazy. He’ll just ask Changbin. He’ll find a way to get your name, at least.

Felix stops by the grocery store on his way back home, buys a few things, and then heads back to the apartment building. By now you and Changbin must be done. You might have already left, even. He stops in front of the door, slides a hand through his blonde hair, reminds himself he needs to get a haircut, and enters the apartment.

He freezes in the doorway, holding the door half open, and stares at you.

You’re sitting on the couch, bundled up in one of Changbin’s hoodies, watching something on the television. Your hair is messy, your eyes bright, your legs covered by a blanket. You look up at him, a little surprised, but you quickly smile, a smile that takes up half of your face, that illuminates your traits, that almost blinds him.

Felix feels his legs tremble. You’re so beautiful.

“Hi!” you say. “You must be Felix.”

“Y-yeah…” he stammers, closing the door behind him.

That’s when Changbin appears, coming in from the kitchen, carrying two beers. He’s wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts, his curls a tangled mess.

“Hey, Lix. Home already?”

Felix takes off his shoes and clears his throat. “Yeah, finished early.”

“Good for you,” Changbin smiles, handing you one of the beers. He extends the other one towards Felix, who takes it. “Want to join us? We were going to play something. This is Y/N, by the way. We work together.”

“Oh, right,” Felix nods as Changbin goes back to the kitchen, probably to get himself another beer.

So he has heard about you. The new girl at Changbin’s workplace who he had his eye on. The situation was a bit tricky because Changbin is a manager and you are an employee, but Felix guesses you found a way to make it work, or you decided not to care. Felix remembers Changbin talking about you, the words he used. Sweet. Determined. Captivating.

Watching you now, he understands what Changbin meant.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” you say. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Same, actually,” Felix says, taking a sip from the beer.

“Really? What did Changbin say about me?”

Felix blushes a little, stuttering. “Oh. You know. That you were cute, that he liked you.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “That’s sweet.”

Felix smiles, feeling a little awkward. He can’t help but think about what he heard. Your voice breaking in pieces through your pleasure. Changbin’s hips slamming into yours.

The way you’re looking at him now doesn’t help. There’s something in your eyes, like you want to say something, but you don’t. You have such a direct gaze, such a dazzling smile. You sounded so lovely moaning Changbin’s name, begging him to fuck you deeper. Felix clears his throat.

“I’m gonna go change,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

He gives you one last nod and heads to the kitchen. Changbin is still there, checking something on his phone. He looks up at Felix.

“You all right?” Changbin frowns. “You look a little pale.”

“Just tired,” Felix explains, putting away the food he bought in the fridge.

“Good you came home, then. Are you ok with Y/N being here? I can tell her to go if you want some quiet.”

Felix shakes his head. “I don’t mind. She’s nice.”

Changbin grins, twirling the can of beer in his hand. “She’s something else, Lix. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“I’m happy for you, mate.”

They exchange a quick hug, and as Changbin goes back to the living room, his booming voice echoing through the apartment, Felix heads to his room. He closes the door behind him and lets out a long sigh.

This can’t be complicated. You and Changbin are clearly a thing, so Felix cannot see you in that way. He slams his hand on his forehead, cursing himself. He shouldn’t have stayed to listen to you. He should’ve turned around the second he understood what the sounds you were making were. Now he can’t get your voice out of his head. And it doesn’t help that you are in his living room right now, looking this damn attractive.

Felix takes off his clothes, slips on a t-shirt and grabs a pair of sweatpants. He hears you laugh from the living room. It sounds like you’re arguing about something, crying out Changbin’s name. It sounds nothing like earlier, but it still reminds him of it.

His cock twitches, and Felix curses himself. Maybe if he relieves himself, it will help. It will take you off his mind and he can enjoy his night. He can take a few minutes to do that, no one will suspect it. Then he can take a shower and move on. Deciding it is his best option, Felix lays down on his bed, propped up on his pillows, and takes out his cock from his boxers. It is already getting hard again from the thought of you, and he tugs at it slowly, closing his eyes. Maybe he can even try not to think about you - but as his cock hardens, as his fingers slide around his girth, you’re all that is on his mind.

What if it was his name you moaned? His cock that took you deep, that you begged to feel more of? Your voice in his ear, your moans in his neck? Felix swallows with difficulty, his tip leaking with pre-cum, already losing himself in his fantasy. Those eyes of yours as he would pound into you, hammering your warm, drenched cunt with all his might just so he can hear you louder and louder. Your moans becoming whimpers, your breath hitching in your throat, those lovely notes escaping your lips just for him.

Just for him.

He doesn’t even know you. But the thought of you crying out his name is enough to push him over the edge. Felix bucks his hips into the air, imagining it is you, bites his lip hard enough to draw blood so he doesn’t make a sound. Your voice echoes in the apartment as you laugh and complain to Changbin, and it is such a delightful sound Felix can’t help but come. His cock throbs in his hand, spurting whiteness, covering his stomach.

He holds himself for minutes like that, trying to steady his breathing. Fuck. He hasn’t come this hard masturbating in a long time. And you did that to him.

After a while, Felix stands up on shaky legs and heads towards the shower. He quickly washes, relieved at the feeling of the hot water on his body. Once he’s dressed again, ready to join you and Changbin in the living room, his mind actually feels clear. He was probably just horny. He hasn’t gotten laid in months and it shows. He ought to follow Changbin’s advice and find someone, even just for one night.

“Welcome back,” Changbin tells him when he enters the room.

Felix confidently sits next to you on the couch, grabbing the third controller to join the next game. The beer is good, the company is fun. He laughs, feels relaxed. You’re funny, not at all a sore loser, with a bright personality and a quick mind.

Your hair smells good.

You’re very tactile.

Felix feels fine, even when you touch his arm, even when your thigh brushes his. It seems like he really just needed to jerk off.

After playing for a while, you all start talking, exchanging anecdotes and having debates over silly things. He likes you and the way you think. You bond about your love for freshly washed sheets and caramel popcorn.

When Felix feels his stomach rumble, he stretches on the couch. “Are you guys hungry? I can make curry -”

“Oh shit,” you say suddenly, eyes widening. “What time is it?”

You reach out for your phone and let out a gasp.

“Shit, fuck! I’m so late. I’m supposed to get dinner with my brother…”

You let out a laugh and glance at Felix.

“Rain check?”

Your eyes are the prettiest he has ever seen. Wide, full of light. Felix feels his heart stutter, nods nervously. You stand up in a hurry, and he realizes that all this time, you haven’t been wearing pants. The hoodie is big enough to fall to the middle of your thighs, but it still reveals your legs to him. Smooth skin. Thighs one could dig their fingers into. Felix feels his mouth water a little.

Changbin is laughing.

“She’s a mess,” he says affectionately, shaking his head. “I’d love some curry, though.”

Felix blinks at his friend. “Right. On it.”

You reappear a few seconds later, now wearing a pair of jeans, slipping a sweater over your head and putting on your shoes.

“I’ll see you guys around! Thanks for the beer!”

“Check the two sides of the road before you cross,” Changbin warns with a smirk.

You pull your tongue at him and disappear through the door. The apartment falls silent. Felix glances at Changbin, who is shaking his head.

“Didn’t I tell you, Lix? Something else.”

Despite everything, Felix can’t help but smile. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing his friend happy, whatever his mood, whatever is in his heart. Changbin’s smile is always enough to soothe him, to push away any cloud, to clear his skies.

The roommates stand up from the couch, gather the empty beers and head to the kitchen. Their apartment is not very big, because neither of them could afford a big place in this city, but it’s more than enough for them. They have been living together for years, and have known each other for much longer, so they know exactly how to make it work. The boundaries. The signs. Everything.

Felix gets started on the food and Changbin puts on some music.

“How did it happen, then?” he asks Changbin, who has started cutting carrots. “Spill it.”

Changbin smirks, keeping his eyes on the carrots. “So. Last night, right? Both of us finished late. The last people in the office. We’re complaining about being tired, about not having time to do anything, to meet anyone.”

Felix stirs the chicken broth in the pot, nodding his head.

“Completely out of the blue,” Changbin continues, “she tells me she hasn’t gotten laid in weeks. So I tell myself, this is too good of an opportunity, and I say to her I can help. As a friend would, you know. And just like that we’re fucking in the office.”

Changbin chuckles, and Felix stares at him in awe, trying not to let the images swarm his mind. A part of him wants to ask for details. Where in the office? A desk, a wall? What were you wearing? He chases the thoughts away.

“So are you, like… officially going out?”

“Not really,” Changbin frowns. “Just friends. With benefits.”

“Oh,” Felix says.

“Neither of us want anything more. Nothing complicated. Like, she just texted me earlier today asking if I wanted to hang out.”

Felix takes a sip of his beer and chuckles. “So you’re her booty call?”

Changbin raises his palms. “And happy to be.”

That simple, huh? Felix isn’t sure how he feels. He envies Changbin, but it’s not jealousy. He’s happy for his friend, that he could find someone he connects with, someone he can have fun with. Could he find that for himself? He doesn’t know. He’s never tried.

“I’m proud of you, Lix,” Changbin says suddenly.

Felix turns to him, a little surprised.

Changbin shrugs, smiles affectionately. “The fact that you went home earlier because you didn’t feel too good. That’s progress. Not long ago you would’ve pushed through and buried it deep. It’s good.”

Felix nods slowly. “Thanks, Bin.”

Changbin circles the counter to put the cut carrots next to the pot, and squeezes Felix’s shoulder.

“We’ll get through it. I’m here for you.”

“I know, Bin. I know.”

Felix slams his finger on his phone, repeatedly pressing the screen for his alarm to stop. When his room falls silent again, Felix leans back into his bed, groaning against his pillow. It is cold today, so he draws his comforter all the way up to his eyes, trying to keep them open. He was having a good dream. He can’t remember it, but it was good.

You were in it.

He rolls out of bed after a few minutes and takes a quick shower to finish waking up. He puts on a shirt, a pair of black pants, and a tie. Sometimes he wishes he could go into work in casual clothes, like Changbin, but the firm’s dress code keeps him from having to think too much about his outfits. He brushes his hair although it will be tangled again the second he steps outside, and slips on his rings.

Dragging his feet to the kitchen, Felix is surprised to find you there. You’re not dressed, wearing an oversized t-shirt and pajama pants, neither of which are yours - and your hair sticks up behind your head. It shouldn’t be cute, but it is.

“Morning,” you smile, sipping a glass of orange juice.

“Already up?” Felix says, grabbing a banana from the fruit basket.

He’s not used to seeing you in the morning like this although it is not the first time you spend the night. It only happens occasionally - sometimes you come over to the apartment, sometimes Changbin goes to yours. From what Felix gathers, the both of you don’t see each other that often, but still regularly enough that he has gotten used to your presence in the apartment.

Your relationship with Changbin hasn’t changed. You are friends who, sometimes, have sex together. There are times you see each other without sleeping together, although it’s not the majority. Felix has luckily not walked in on you again, but he has given you space once or twice before, going to the movies or having a meal at a restaurant with coworkers while you were having fun.

Felix feels himself getting out of his slump. He goes to parties, smiles less mechanically, opens himself more. Maybe he’s inspired by the way you are so unabashedly yourself, the way you laugh with your whole chest. He is fond of the conversations you two have sometimes, whether it be small talk or something deeper.

When you are there, Felix can never stop looking at you. Whether you are snuggling up against Changbin on the couch watching a movie or telling a story as you prepare yourself some coffee, Felix can’t get enough of you. You’re fascinating to him, the way you move, the way you talk, the way you are.

He’s given up long ago on ever being able to touch you, but at least he can watch you. He can see Changbin’s fingers grazing your skin, he can catch the lustful glances you sometimes give each other. He thinks about you when he jerks off, but he does it without hope. You’ve just become a fantasy.

He can only think about you, about this arrangement between you and Changbin. There’s no confusion in his mind. He wants it too - but not with anyone else. He wants to fuck you. He wants you to text him so you can hang out. It can’t happen. He wants it too.

He can’t have you.

He has to make his peace with it.

“I have to go into work early today,” you explain.

Felix nods, grabbing the lunch he has prepared the previous night to put it in his bag.

“Aren’t you eating something?” you ask him.

“I always eat on the subway,” he says. “Old habit of mine. And then I grab coffee at work. It’s free there, so…”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you smile. “Maybe I should pester Changbin so he buys a machine for us. Sleeping with the boss should have its advantages, right?”

Felix grins at the playful tone in your voice. “Are you coming to the party next Friday?”

It’s something Felix and Changbin have decided to organize a few nights ago, inviting a few friends to hang out and drink a little too much.

“I’ll be there,” you nod.

“Great.”

Felix closes his bag, ready to leave, although he’d like to stay with you. He always enjoys those moments of talking with you, however briefly. He really likes you. He’s definitely attracted to you. But he knows you’re not looking for anything. Besides, you already have Changbin, and for Felix, that simply means hands off, even if you guys are just friends.

“I’ll head out. Have a good one,” he tells you, taking a second to look at you in the morning sunshine, your eyes on him, your lips looking plump and soft.

“Wait,” you say in a breath, standing up from the stool to approach him.

Felix’s breath catches in his throat as you stop inches away from him, extending your hand towards him. You look breathtaking from up close, and Felix has to try and steady his heart. You smile, replacing the tie around his neck, making sure it is straight. Your hand lingers a little there, on his chest, and he swears he sees your eyes stop on his lips.

“Better. Have a good day, Lix.”

You kiss him on the cheek and he has to quickly walk away before you see him blush and smile like an idiot.

The music is loud, the conversations even more. It’s not so late yet, but people are already getting drunk and high, filling all the empty space of the apartment. There aren’t that many guests, but enough that Felix has lost you in the crowd for a while now.

He hangs in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, drinking his third glass of Jeongin’s deadly punch. I just mixed a lot of things together, Jeongin said when Felix asked what exactly he put in there. I didn’t really know what I was doing. It’s excellent, although it’s much too sweet and will probably mess with a lot of stomachs. But it’s perfect for Felix’s sweet tooth, so he indulges a little.

A girl called Ye-jun is standing next to him, telling him about her work, and while Felix finds that she talks a little too much, she’s still good company. She’s cute, wears a very low cut shirt and keeps batting her eyes at him. She’s into him, that much Felix can gather, and he’s been wondering for the past fifteen minutes if he should do something about it. It would be the ideal moment - a party, a busy apartment, a bit of alcohol. He could bring her into his room and finally get laid, if she is into it. Maybe it could take you off his mind.

Because Felix has been trying to catch a glimpse of you for the better part of an hour. You’re at the party, he knows, because he saw you play beer-pong with Jisung just before he lost track of you. He hopes you’re having a good night. He wishes he could take a better look at the outfit you’re wearing, at the way you braided your hair. He put on his leather jacket that he knows you like but that he rarely wears. Did you notice?

Felix really tried not to have too much of a crush on you, but it’s beyond him at this point. You have this way about you. You push him out of his comfort zone in the best ways. He craves you. Your presence, your voice, your perfume. He’s also not very good at hiding his feelings, so he’s pretty sure Changbin has noticed. It doesn’t look like his friend minds it, but he didn’t ask. Changbin knows to let Felix come to him, but he also isn’t afraid of starting a conversation if Felix resists for too long. So Felix knows he will have to move his ass at some point.

Ye-jun giggles as she starts talking about a friend of hers who is having a destination wedding, and Felix suggests they go into the living room, anxious to spot you. She follows him there and they find a spot near the couch, when he finds you sitting with Changbin. Your legs are thrown on his, Changbin’s arm pulling you close to him. You are making out, unashamedly.

Felix loses track of what Ye-jun is telling him. He stares at your hand, resting on Changbin’s cheek, at your mouth, dancing with his friend’s. Changbin’s hand cups your ass, and you laugh against his lips, slapping his chest playfully. Changbin whispers something in your ear, and then kisses you again.

Felix wonders how your lips feel. If your skin is warm. It weirdly doesn’t feel like intruding now, watching you with Changbin. Is it because he trusts his friend so completely, and now knows who you are? Both of you are his friends. You like each other, you have fun. Felix likes it for both of you. He doesn’t wish he were Changbin. He just wants to get a taste of you, too. The thought crosses his mind. Would Changbin agree?

Hey, Bin. I think I really like Y/N. Would you mind sharing, just for one night?

That’s ridiculous. Changbin would never take him seriously. Would he? Felix shakes his head, bringing himself back to reality, to the party, to Ye-jun. He tears his eyes from you and Changbin, focuses on her. She has a cute nose. Long lashes. She wears lip-gloss. Does it taste like cherry, or maybe strawberries? He decides to find out.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks Ye-jun, who stops talking, looking shocked.

Quickly, however, she smiles and nods.

Felix leans in and kisses her, sliding an arm around her waist to pull her close. Strawberries, definitely, he realizes. He imagines it is you, although it is all wrong, although her lips are not yours, although her scent is not yours. He needs to get over his crush, and not make a fool out of himself. Find your own girl, he tells himself.

Ye-jun is a good kisser, fortunately, and Felix lets his thoughts wander away. A part of him isn’t sure to bring her to his room if she allows it. There’s not much chemistry there - but does there need to be? Changbin would tell him to just have fun. He’ll try. For now, kissing his good. It keeps his body busy, and he can keep thinking about you.

The next day, Felix wakes up in an empty bed, but there’s still the smell of Ye-jun’s perfume in the air although she didn’t stay the night. He had a nice time with her, and he’s pretty sure that she did too.

She’s just not you.

Felix hates himself for thinking that. Who knows, maybe you wouldn’t even be compatible in bed. Perhaps he’s not at all your type. Changbin is just your friend, but you are attracted to him and they look nothing alike. He just wishes he could hear you laugh and moan his name.

It’s already past noon, and Felix is hungry. He meets Changbin in the living room. His roommate has only been up for less than an hour, and the two of them prepare some instant ramen. They eat silently, hungover from the previous night. Eating helps, settles Felix’s stomach and washes away the worst of his headache.

“Did you have a good time?” Changbin asks after a while, wearing a t-shirt that Felix got him for his previous birthday. “With Ye-jun?”

Felix nods. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Changbin repeats, arching an eyebrow.

“I mean - no, it was… It was all right.”

“I guess fine and all right is better than nothing.”

Felix shakes his head. “She was really sweet. I guess I just… It wasn’t…”

“Fun?”

Felix’s shoulders drop. “Yeah.”

Changbin nods thoughtfully, and Felix wonders if this would be the right time to talk about you. He doesn’t like not being open with his friend - they usually tell each other everything. Changbin tells him about you sometimes, how you have been feeling, what happened at work, even a few details about your sex life with him. A new position you tried, something he said to you thinking it would be attractive but ended up just being funny, and Felix is happy to listen. Not just because it’s you, but because he cares about both of you.

“That’s why it’s nice to have sex with friends,” Changbin says. “Maybe you could try.”

Felix sighs. “I don’t have that many friends, Bin. And even less I’d want to have sex with. I have you, I have…”

He stops himself and blushes. Changbin stares, visibly waiting.

“I mean,” Felix mutters, “you get the point.”

“Lix,” Changbin says in a soft voice.

“Hm?”

“You like Y/N, don’t you?”

Felix keeps his eyes on his empty bowl of ramen, trying not to blush too hard, and wondering what the best thing to say is. Should he pretend he doesn’t? Should he be honest? He doesn’t want to fight with Changbin. He really doesn’t.

“Why would you say that?” he asks in a small voice.

Changbin shrugs. “Just a feeling. You guys get along great. And when she’s around, I don’t know… you look really relaxed.”

Felix feels his chest tighten a little. This shouldn’t be that complicated.

“I mean… She’s really nice. Fun to be with. And she’s pretty, yeah. I like her, but…” The words escape his lips, not really a lie, not really the truth. “I’m not in love with her or anything.”

Changbin gives him a small smile. “That’s not what I’m asking. Just, if you like her, tell me, yeah? She’s really just a friend to me. We don’t see each other any other way, so don’t hold back for my sake, please.”

A small silence follows, as Felix doesn’t know what to say. Changbin ruffles his hair.

“Just food for thought.”

A few days later, when Felix is home and Changbin is at work, he gets a text from you.

Hey Lix! Are you busy rn?

He takes a deep breath.

No, what’s up?

You explain that you’ve been kindly kicked out of your apartment by your roommate so she can enjoy some quality time with someone. You don’t really have anywhere to go, so you ask Felix if you can come and hang out at his place. Felix agrees - it’s not like he could really say no to you.

You arrive half an hour later, dressed casually, holding two plastic bags worth of snacks. Felix chuckles when he sees you.

“It’s just a way to say thanks,” you say, handing him the bags and removing your shoes. “You’re really helping me out here. I didn’t feel like walking around outside for hours, it’s getting cold.”

“Of course,” Felix says. “I wasn’t doing anything, anyway. Just watching that stupid reality show.”

You gasp excitedly. “Oh, is it the new episode? I haven’t seen it yet.”

Felix rubs the back of his neck. “You want to watch it together? I don’t mind putting it back to the beginning.”

“Oh, really? Thanks, that sounds great!”

Both of you sit down in front of the television with the snacks and you watch the episode. You sit apart on the couch, but the atmosphere feels laid-back. You exchange theories, snicker about the contestants, and Felix smiles so much his cheeks hurt a little.

After two more episodes both of you are a little tipsy and sitting down on the floor, unable to focus on the screen. You sit next to him, so close that your shoulders are touching. Felix is trying not to think about how good you smell, how cute your voice sounds when a little roughened with the alcohol, how he’s come hard just an hour before to the thought of you sitting on his cock.

You smile at him, turning to face him, your knees against your chest.

“Felix, don’t you have someone?”

“No, I don’t,” he says with a frown.

“How about the girl from the party?” you ask.

He chuckles, shaking his head.

“That was just a hookup.”

You nod, biting your lip. “But you’re so handsome. So funny. And kind. And you have those cute freckles. It doesn’t make sense to me that you don’t have someone.”

Felix feels a little hot, and rubs his hand on the back of his neck. He doesn’t understand where all of this comes from - it might be the booze, but neither of you have been drinking a lot. You do not look drunk at all. You’ve never talked about relationships like this.

“I think… I’m just not in the mood for a relationship right now,” he answers eventually, taking the time to choose his words.

“I get that,” you nod. “You could find something casual. Like me and Bin.”

“I… I guess I could.”

“Fuck buddies are the best. It’s not complicated. You hang out, you have a good time, and you get laid.”

“Hm,” he answers, feeling a little dizzy.

You look at him for a long time before you continue. “We could do it, if you want. I don’t think Changbin would mind.”

“Hm.” He stops. “Wait, what?”

He turns to stare at you, eyes wide. Did you really just say that? Or did he imagine it? What the fuck was in those beers?

You giggle, hiding your face in your hands. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. I just… I think you’re really cute.”

Felix blushes fiercely, unable to look at you. “I… Where is this coming from?” He can’t help but ask. You smile softly, looking at him without a hint of shyness. He tries to find something in your eyes that would explain it, if you are playing a trick on him.

“It’s just…” you play with your fingers nervously. “Changbin told me you thought I was pretty.”

Felix feels a shiver go down his body.

“I mean, that’s all he said,” you quickly add. “I really don’t know what you guys say about me, and that’s not my business, I respect that. And if it’s not true, then -”

“It is,” Felix says. His voice is not as assured as he would like it to be, but he still says it, finding strength in your eyes, in your voice. “I think you’re really pretty.”

You look up at him, smiling, your cheeks a little red. Felix can’t look away, and it seems like neither can you. Slowly, you lean forward, and put a hand against his cheek. Your skin is warm, like he imagined it would be.

“I lied,” you admit, biting your lip.

“W-what?” Felix stutters.

“I said I thought Changbin wouldn’t mind,” you explain. “But actually…”

Felix’s heart beats so fast in his chest he feels like it will burst out. He wants to lean against your hand. He doesn’t know what is happening.

“I know he wouldn’t,” you continue, blushing more at every word you say, removing your hand. Felix wants to grab it and put it back. “Because I asked him. When he told me that you thought I was pretty, I said that I had a little crush on you. So Changbin asked me if I ever thought about having sex with you.”

Felix can’t breathe.

Felix can’t think.

Your eyes are on him, your voice so close to him, your skin on his.

“What did you answer?” he breathes.

You smile. “I said yes.”

Felix swallows. He can’t believe his ears. This can’t really be happening. Surely he is dreaming, surely he will wake up in an empty bed again. He expects it will happen any second. But time doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t wake up. You stay there, close to him. You bite your lip mischievously, resting your hands on your lap.

"You heard us, didn't you? That day."

"What?" Felix frowns.

"The day we met,” you explain. “When I went back to the living room after having sex with Changbin… I saw your briefcase on the couch. It hadn't been there an hour before."

Fuck, Felix thinks. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The briefcase. He had forgotten the briefcase.

He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again. "I - I’m sorry -"

"Don’t be sorry,” you say with a smile. “I don't mind.”

Felix feels dizzy. Is he going to be sick? Should he run away? Why wouldn’t you mind? He was gross, he was wrong, he was -

“Did you like what you heard?"

His head shoots up, his eyes going straight into yours. You look composed although he can see your fingers tapping your thigh. Maybe you’re a little nervous, too. Your face doesn’t show it - just your pink cheeks, your long lashes, your lips still wet from your last sip of beer. Felix realizes there is no use in lying. In denying, either. He wants you to know the truth.

How crazy you make him. How he can’t stop thinking of you.

He nods. “Y-yes.”

Your eyes light up, and his heart tightens at the vision of your lips curving into a smile. Is this making you happy?

“Tell me more,” you whisper.

Something snaps inside Felix’s chest. Fuck it, he thinks. It’s better you know. At least it won’t just linger inside of him. It will be out in the world. You can reject him. It will hurt, but it will be ok. He never expected he could ever have you, anyway.

“I - I think about you all the time.”

You bite your lip and it’s the most erotic thing Felix has ever seen. He feels his cock harden in his pants, and he pushes on it with the pillow on his lap.

“Do you get hard thinking about it?” you ask.

“Yes,” he admits without an ounce of hesitation.

“Do you fuck yourself thinking about fucking me?”

Such lewd words coming out of your mouth, Felix wants to close his eyes and let each of them sink in. If you end up walking away, or even laughing about it, he’ll have their memory. Your voice dripping sweetness in his ear, warming him up, reminding him it’s all worth it. Reminding him his heart is anything but empty.

“Yes,” he nods.

You close your eyes and he thinks, this is it. You’re going to stand up and leave. He has gone too far. But you will know. His craving. His longing. But the words that come out of your mouth are completely different.

“Felix, I’m so fucking wet right now.”

A moan almost escapes Felix’s lips. Did he hear that correctly? Are you really sitting so close to him, telling him you’re wet, because of him? With those reddened cheeks of yours, your breath that slightly hitches between your lips.

“What -” he stammers. “You - it’s - really?”

You nod, a soft hum escaping your lips, and Felix presses the pillow harder. His cock is so hard by now it hurts a little, but he doesn’t care. He’ll endure any kind of pain for you.

“But we can’t - I don’t -”

“I told you,” you say, looking at him with wide eyes. They’re a little humid, your voice almost a whisper. “Changbin doesn’t mind. In fact I’m pretty sure he’d love to join us.”

“He - he would?” Felix asks.

“Hm, hm. But I don’t want to pressure you.”

Felix stops to think for a second. Here you are, all his fantasies come true, ready and willing to have sex with him. It doesn’t feel real, but it is. Felix wants it with all his heart, all his body - but a part of him is blocked. He can’t.

“You really want to?” he says, his shoulders falling backwards.

“Yes. Felix, I want you to fuck me.”

Oh. His cock twitches and he feels terribly dizzy. He breathes out, trying to gather his thoughts, but they’re a complete mess, although something stays crystal clear.

“I think… I think I need to talk to Changbin about it first.”

You smile kindly. “That’s okay.”

“It is?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Of course,” you nod. “You have a really precious friendship. I respect that you want to honor it.”

Felix sighs, shaking his head, unable to take his eyes off you. Where the hell did you come from? It doesn’t really matter. You still made your way to him.

“I like you a lot,” he says with a chuckle.

Your laugh echoes his. “Me too. I’ll wait, Felix, I don’t mind.”

“Well…”

You look at him curiously. Felix isn’t sure it’s a good idea to suggest this to you, but he’s already hard and you are here. It’s like something has unlocked inside of him, and he doesn’t feel like there’s much to lose.

“I mean, maybe we can… Not touch each other, but still have fun?”

Your face lights up again and you smile playfully. “What do you have in mind?”

Slowly, Felix removes the cushion he was holding, revealing his boner. You look down at the bulge, and he puts a hand around it. He hears you swallow, your eyes dark with lust, looking even more pretty.

“Fuck, I’ve been wondering what your cock looks like…” you whisper.

This is a dream. A fever dream.

“You want to see it?” Felix suggests in a low voice.

You nod almost timidly. “Yes, please.”

He takes out his stiff cock from his jeans, his hands shaking. You bite your lip, sitting back down beside him, your eyes fixed on his length. Felix does not comprehend a single thing that is happening.

“So big,” you say. “You would fill me whole, Lix… Would you fuck me hard?”

“So hard,” he breathes. “I wouldn’t stop until you come around me.”

“Fuck,” you chuckle, inhaling deeply as if to steady your breath. “I feel like I’m going insane just thinking about it.”

“Me too,” Felix admits.

You turn towards him a little, and he can see that your eyes keep moving from his face to his cock, and everytime he feels it throb. He is trying to resist stroking it, because you are here, looking at him, wanting him, and Felix can hardly believe it.

“Touch yourself,” you whisper.

“W-what?”

“Touch yourself,” you repeat gently. “Show me how you do it.”

He doesn’t need to be asked another time. It’s like his hand moves on its own. He wraps his fingers around his cock, starts to stroke it. You sigh softly, staring at it, mouth parted, cheeks red. Felix can’t believe what is happening to him. Are you really watching him jerk off right now? And clearly being turned on by it?

“What do you think about, when you do that?” you ask, licking your lips, and they are so wet, so plump, Felix wants to kiss them, he wants to feel them on his skin, around his cock.

Felix whimpers softly. “You. Your mouth. Y-your taste. But mostly…”

“Yeah?”

“Your voice. How you would sound. Your moans, your whispers.”

You smile, your eyes falling into his for a few seconds. “You like my voice?”

“It’s my favorite.”

You giggle softly, looking up at him for a few seconds. He must look like a mess, with his eyes hazy with the alcohol and the lust. You don’t seem to mind. In fact, you can’t stop smiling.

“You look so fucking hot right now, Lix.”

He watches you as you unbutton your jeans, push them down a little, and slide a hand underneath your panties. His cock twitches in his hand, almost exploding on the spot.

“W-what are you doing?” he asks in a slight panic.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” you mutter. “I just need - I just need some pressure…”

You close your eyes, moving your fingers in your underwear. Felix imagines them pushing against your soaked folds, teasing your swollen clit, and his hand accelerates around his cock. He’s pretty sure he would die if he could touch you. Taste you. Swirl his tongue inside of you, make you call out his name in pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, that feels so good…” you moan.

“Look at me,” Felix breathes without thinking.

You do. Your eyes flutter open directly on him, as you rub yourself, as he jerks himself. It’s a sight he knows he will never forget. Your red cheeks, your messy hair, your lips raw from biting them. He can’t touch you, but he can watch you.

He is close. So fucking close.

“I’m gonna come,” you tell him in a whisper, and Felix can’t hold it any longer.

His cock throbs in his hand, his cum escaping the tip and staining his t-shirt. You let out a loud moan as you watch, and Felix opens his eyes just in time to see your face contorted in pleasure just before your orgasm washes over you. Your body shakes, soft breaths escaping your lips, and he watches in awe.

It’s like witnessing art itself.

You both stop, breathing heavily, not looking at each other.

And then you do.

You smile. Felix does, too. And then you start laughing.

You lick your fingers clean and button up your jeans. “That was fun. But next time I don’t want to just watch. What do you think?”

Felix grins.

“I couldn’t agree more."

“Changbin?”

He looks up from his computer, hiding a yawn behind his hand. His hair is messy from sleep, curls sticking up, his black hoodie a familiar sight. “What’s up, Lix?”

“Can I talk to you?”

Felix stares at his friend, his heart beating fast in his chest. He holds a mug of freshly made hot chocolate, and there must be something in his tone that indicates it’s not just a casual question, because Changbin nods almost solemnly.

“Anytime. Sit down.”

Changbin designates his bed, and Felix sits on it. It’s only half made, the pillows all over the place, the plushie Felix offered him forever ago sitting in a corner.

“That’s for you,” Felix says, handing him the mug.

Changbin takes it with a thankful smile, arching an eyebrow at the gesture. He stays on his desk chair, turning it around so he faces him. His room is messy, as always, but always comforting. There’s music playing in the background, the smell of chocolate in the air.

“So, hm…” Felix rubs his thighs nervously. “There’s, hm… It’s…”

He had prepared what he was going to say, but now that he is here, he has forgotten everything. He pales a little, stammering, looking for his words.

Changbin chuckles, turning the spoon inside the mug to keep mixing the milk. “Are you finally here to talk to me about Y/N?”

Felix blushes. “Did she tell you what happened?”

Changbin stops and frowns. “What? No.”

“Oh,” Felix says faintly.

“What happened?” Changbin asks.

“Nothing!”

Changbin smirks. “Did you guys fuck?”

“What, no!”

“It’d be fine, you know,” he shrugs. “She’s not my girlfriend or anything.”

Felix raises his palms, taking a deep breath. “Slow down.”

This is not how he imagined the conversation doing, although it is moving in the right direction. Felix chuckles, shaking his head.

“Okay. Here goes. Me and Y/N… talked, and we told each other we are… well… interested in… more.”

Changbin chuckles, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. “You mean fucking.”

“Yes,” Felix blurts out. “I didn’t touch her, though. She told me you told her it would be fine, but I didn’t want to do anything without talking to you first. Directly.”

“Lixie…” Changbin smiles fondly. “I appreciate it, I do. But it’s fine. I told you, she’s not my girlfriend, and she’s a really great person. I think you’d have fun together.”

Felix’s shoulders drop. “You really don’t mind?”

“No, why would I? We’re all friends, and she’s hot, and I totally get you. If this was the opposite situation, would you care if I was interested?”

Felix stops for a second to think about it. Would he? If the roles were reversed, and you were his fuck buddy, would he be bothered by the idea of Changbin touching you as well? The answer suddenly seems obvious. No, he wouldn’t. Not Changbin. Just like he doesn’t mind that Changbin and you were a thing first - in fact, maybe it makes his whole thing even better.

“No,” Felix answers. “Not at all.”

Changbin claps his hand. “There you have it. Although, I gotta tell you…”

He hesitates, puts down his mug, and looks at Felix.

“If it works out, you and her. Maybe one day I could join you? I can just watch. Or if it bothers you, we…”

Felix grins. “It doesn’t bother me. That could be fun. I…” He blushes a little. “I’d love to watch the two of you, too.”

Changbin’s laugh echoes through the room. “You like that too? I can’t believe we’ve been friends this long and didn’t know this about each other. We gotta talk about sex more, man.”

Felix shakes his head with a smile, feeling much lighter. “Then there’s something I gotta tell you.”

He tells Changbin about walking in on them and listening, and both friends burst out laughing. They keep talking until the late hours of the night, their voices breaking out, falling asleep in the living room, buried under blankets and pillows.

Changbin turns to you, smirking amusingly.

“Well, here I go,” he states dramatically. “Going to see a movie. On my own.”

Standing next to Felix, you wave at Changbin excitedly. “Have fun!”

“Hope you enjoy it,” Felix adds with a nod.

Changbin shakes his head and gives you both a dark glare. “You kids be safe.”

You snort. “Fuck off, Bin.”

With a laugh, Changbin closes the door behind him, and Felix waits until he hears his footsteps going down the hallway before he turns to you. He feels a little nervous, because he knows exactly why you are here and why Changbin wanted to leave the both of you alone. It feels awkward. And yet it really doesn’t.

You turn to him, looking gorgeous in your black lace top, your hair let down your shoulders, your eyes wide and shimmering in the dim light. Did you choose your clothes as carefully as him, stressing over every wild strand of hair on your head, applying what seemed like just the right amount of perfume?

“Hi,” you say, and he can hear a hint of nervousness in your voice.

“Hi,” he replies with a nervous laugh. “You, hm… You want a drink?”

You nod, breathing out. “Yeah, good idea.”

You both head towards the kitchen, not even bothering to open a light. The day is slowly fading, filling the room in a dark orange hue, so you see each other well without the crudeness of the neons.

Felix opens a cupboard and takes out two glasses, turning to ask you what you’d like to drink, except you’re suddenly standing close to him, and he knows you are not, in fact, in the mood to waste any time. His heart twists and turns in his chest.

“You look gorgeous,” he tells you, because he wanted to.

You smile. “You too.”

You stare at his lips, brushing them with the tip of your fingers, tracing their curves. Felix shivers, his chest tight, his legs a little unsteady. Is this really happening? Is this really happening to him?

“Felix,” you breathe. “Kiss me?”

He gives a little nod, inhaling slowly.

Just fall, Felix.

Let yourself fall.

He kisses you, and your lips taste of heaven. They’re even softer than he imagined, asking to be devoured, and Felix deepens the kiss almost instantly, greedy for more. You moan against his mouth, putting your arms on his shoulders, one of your hands burying itself in his hair. Felix pushes you against the counter of the kitchen, pinning your body against his. He kisses you like you neither of you need air, like it’s his first and last time.

His hands touch your waist, slide around your figure to your back, his fingers slipping underneath your shirt. Your skin feels soft as he explores it. You sigh as you part your mouth, letting him wrap his tongue around yours. It tastes of caramel and Felix thinks, for a second, he might be losing his mind. He loves caramel. He told you that, once. His cock is already hard, pushing against you, but you do not seem to mind it. In fact, you start to roll your hips a little, causing enticing friction that sends further shivers down Felix’s spine.

“Felix,” you whisper as you gasp for air. “Tell me what you like.”

“You,” he answers quickly, placing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to your ear, which he bites gently.

You let out a moan, and it’s music to his ears. “I mean - you know what I mean…”

“I know what I said,” Felix says, his lips brushing your neck. “I just want you.”

He’s pretty sure he sees you smile, but he is too focused on kissing every inch of your exposed skin to linger on it. You take one of his hands and place it around one of your tits, and Felix presses his fingers a little, drawing a whimper from your lips. He could stay like this for hours, just discovering your body, your weak spots, your voice going high and low, breathing, moaning, breaking.

“Just don’t stop making noise,” he tells you in a breath, capturing your lips again. “Not ever. Your voice sounds so sweet.”

“I can do that,” you say with a slight chuckle.

His hands wander on your ass, giving it a squeeze, and then he brings you up to sit you on the counter. Removing your shirt, he buries his face in between your breasts, giving them licks and kisses. You breathe out, stroking his hair, pulling his shirt off his shoulders. Felix doesn’t even feel shy under your eyes, like he’s known you forever. Your body is amazing to him, your skin soft, your scent making him delirious.

He can finally touch you, he can finally love you.

You unbutton your jeans and Felix helps you take them off, lifting your butt off the counter, sliding them down onto the floor. He bends down to kiss your legs, something he’s wanted to do since the first day he met you. He’s never been able to forget the sight of you walking away wearing Changbin’s hoodie. He traces his tongue the length of your thigh, stopping close to your underwear, making you shiver.

“Lix…” you whisper. “Don’t tease me too much.”

Unable to help himself, Felix smiles, tugging cheekily at your panties. “You want me to kiss you down there, angel?”

You open your eyes, and they are hazy, filled with desire, making Felix’s head spin. He keeps himself steady, wanting to please you above anything else.

“Please,” you nod.

“So nicely asked,” he answers. “Let’s see how wet you are for me.”

Felix spreads your legs slowly, feeling almost dizzy, leaning to push his lips against the fabric of your panties, just above your clit. He puts a gentle kiss there, feeling your wetness, which sends a rush of blood to his already aching cock. He resists touching himself there, because he knows that he’d come in seconds just on the taste of you.

He pulls out his tongue, gives your panties a quick lick, and you shiver, letting out a soft moan. Your hand comes to rest in his hair.

“M-more, please,” you whimper, rolling your hips almost desperately.

“Angel,” he breathes. “Tell me what you want. Use your voice.”

“I want -” you swallow, looking at him. “I want you to eat me out. I want your lips between my legs, drinking me in.”

“Fuck,” Felix gulps. “How could I say no?”

With trembling fingers, Felix removes your panties and takes a look at your soaked cunt. It is right there, spread and ready for him. He doesn’t stop and think, he just buries his face in you, slurping your juices, drawing his tongue all over your pussy. You buck your hips as he starts to make out with your cunt, his hands keeping your legs apart. Your head falls against the cupboards, your eyes closed, your fingers pulling slightly at his blonde locks.

“Felix, fuck, keep - keep doing that…”

Gently, Felix sucks in your clit, and moves his hand so his fingers tease your entrance.

“Does this feel good?”

You nod feverishly, and Felix can’t help but smile, his chin coated in you, completely drunk on the sound and taste of you.

“It feels so fucking good,” you breathe out. “Give me your fingers, Lix, please…”

He pushes two fingers inside your hole, moving them slowly and steadily, his mouth drinking in the rest of your pussy. Looking up for a second, he sees your eyes closed tightly, your breasts moving as you arch your back, your nipples pointed in pleasure. His cock throbs in his pants, almost hurting him, but he doesn’t care.

With his fingers inside of you, he can feel you clenching, coming close to your climax. He doesn’t stop, kissing your pussy even more fervently, and you whimper.

“Lix, I’m going to… You’re gonna - you’re gonna make me come.”

“Let me hear you, angel,” he tells you before delving back into your cunt, accelerating his movements, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit.

You come all at once, your body shaking against him, your walls sucking his fingers in. Felix grins, not stopping until you breathe out deeply, your body relaxing, your high slowly coming down.

He removes his fingers and stands back up, his jeans uncomfortably tight, but he gently takes your face in his hands to kiss you. Your skin is sensitive, he can feel it - you shiver a little as he strokes your arm. You put your arms around him then, pulling him close, and Felix sighs. You’re so warm.

“That was amazing, Felix,” you breathe in his ear.

“I’m glad,” he answers, playing with a strand of your hair.

“Now will you let me make you feel good?” you ask, leaning back to look into his eyes.

He nods, taking in the sight of you, looking fucked out, your hair messy, your skin glowing with sweat. You undo the button of his jeans, put them down, and he helps you remove them. Once he’s naked like you, his cock springing free, you pull him back to you and wrap your fingers around his length.

Felix’s breath hitches, unaccustomed to the touch, and it feels so incredible to know it is you touching him, he knows he can’t last too long. He already has to focus not to blow as you stroke his cock slowly, smearing it in pre-cum, feeling the hardness.

You kiss his neck, sending shivers down his spine, your breasts pushed against his chest, your nipples tickling his skin.

“So hard,” you breathe. “Your cock feels so nice, Lix. I can’t wait to have it inside of me.”

“Can I fuck you?” he groans, unable to wait any longer.

“Any way you want.”

He gives you a long, dark look, and gently removes your hand. He needs to have your voice right there against his ear, so close it becomes a part of him. So he slips on the condom he brought from the bathroom, guides his cock to your entrance, and enters you slowly.

You gasp, but he buries himself inside of you easily, aided by your slickness. One of his hands grabs your waist, the other settles on the back of your neck. You feel like everything he dreamed of and more.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you say in his ear, and he can hear your smile.

“Can you say my name?” he asks a little shyly, starting to move his hips, fucking you slowly.

You kiss his earlobe, brush your lips against his ear. “Felix.”

He pounds into you, moaning loudly.

“Felix,” you repeat. “Keep fucking me, please.”

He thrusts his hips into you, again and again, as you repeat his name. Harder, Felix. Fuck me, Felix. Felix. Felix. Each time it becomes more and more of a whimper, turning into whispers, then into moans, and into whimpers again. He’s fucking you vigorously, unable to slow down, unable to stop, intoxicated, your voice leading him on, pushing him to the edge.

“I’m close,” he grunts in your ear.

“Felix,” you breathe. “I want to see your cum.”

“Want me to come on you, angel?”

“P-please. Fuck, I’m gonna come again if you keep fucking me like that -”

You come again, shuddering against him, and the clench of your walls brings him to his climax. Felix hurries to remove the condom, strokes his cock a few times and comes on your leg, spurting his seed there. You look down at the mess as he breathes out, completely exhausted but still in his high. His forehead falls against yours, and you kiss his cheeks, his lips, the bridge of his nose.

It takes a minute or two for him to start moving, his body feeling both drained and revitalized. He looks at you, his eyes heavy, in awe of what has happened. Did he just fuck you on the kitchen counter and came on your leg? Is that him, dripping there? Is that you, smiling at him, your eyes glassy and your lips raw with kissing?

He could come again just at the sight.

He pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, kisses you gently. You look back at him, your eyes sparkling.

“Watching was fun, but this is better, isn’t it?” you smile.

Felix laughs. “Definitely.”

Changbin comes back home a few hours after, holding what looks like an empty take out coffee from the place around the corner. He closes the door slowly, taking a long look at the two of you. Felix gives him a wave, not removing his arm from around your shoulders. You do not move from where you are, huddled up next to him, your nose in the crook of his neck. Changbin seems to relax at finding you just cuddling on the couch in front of the television although he texted Felix ten minutes before to make sure it was “safe” to come home.

“Hey, kids,” he says with a knowing smirk, removing his shoes.

Felix rolls his eyes but he can’t stop smiling. “Hey, Bin.”

“How was the movie?” you ask him.

“Not too bad,” Changbin shrugs. “But it had a horrible ending.”

“Ugh, I hate those,” you say, wrinkling your nose.

Changbin walks over to the both of you, ruffling Felix’s hair on the way, and sits on the other section of the couch, giving both of you a long look. Felix blushes a little, but he feels too calm and content to be bothered.

“So…” Changbin starts. “Did you… have fun?”

You start laughing and the noise makes Felix’s chest vibrate. He grins at the sound, at the sensation, and Changbin chuckles.

“Got my answer,” he states. “I won’t ask about it too much, but just give me one detail. For curiosity’s sake.”

Felix exchanges a long look with you, and you smirk. You glance at Changbin, your hand resting on Felix’s stomach, under his shirt. You are caressing his skin with your thumb.

“Kitchen,” you say.

Changbin scoffs. “I hope you cleaned up after yourselves, then. If my eggs taste weird tomorrow I’m blaming you.”

“You can blame the old pint of milk you still haven’t thrown away,” Felix points out.

“Oi. I let you guys get laid, you could throw it away for me.”

“What does this have to do with an old pint of milk?”

“Everything,” Changbin states.

You sigh. “Oh my God, I will throw it away if you guys don’t shut it. It’s my favorite part.”

Felix and Changbin exchange a look and giggle silently. There are a few seconds of silence where the three of you look at the movie on the television. You are mouthing the lines of dialogue and Changbin is smiling affectionately at you. Felix is not really paying any attention to the movie - he is focusing on you, your weight on him, your smell mixing with yours. It feels even better to have Changbin close. All his favorite people here. He does not feel empty. He does not feel cold.

“Should I leave?” Changbin asks after a while.

Felix gets where he comes from. It’s not bitter, it’s not disappointed. It’s careful. He’s testing the waters, making sure he’s not invading your space - but Felix quickly shakes his head.

“No reason for you to,” he answers.

You frown and turn to Changbin. “Stay, Bin.”

You extend a hand and Changbin takes it with a smile, shuffling closer.

“Want some caramel popcorn?” you offer, handing him the half full bowl of the popcorn you made earlier.

Changbin scrunches his nose, leaning against your shoulder. “Hell, no. Only you two like that stuff.”

Felix looks down at you. You are already looking at him with a smile.

• author’s note: Caramel popcorn is the best I've been craving it for days!! First time in my life I disagree with Seo Changbin!!!!!! Anyway. Did I ever tell you how much I adore Changlix? I need to write about them more. A lot more. So this is a little thing. I hope you guys enjoyed it ♡ My next fic will be a series, I hope to announce it soon!

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berryberrytan · 2 years ago

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Such an interesting take on the OF stuff and I like the trust aspects too 🥺💓~

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yeonjun knew sex like he knew the back of his hand. he was so good at it, too good that you began wondering about his experience. it didn't bother you that yeonjun seemed to know more than you did, it could just get uncomfortable when you tried taking the lead.

you were on the bed, playing games on yeonjun's phone as he cleaned the kitchen up and showered. having that trust always made you happy, even if all you did was help him with his daily quests on each game he had downloaded. you were having fun, until a notification popped up—someone replying to a tweet yeonjun posted. you didn't even think he had twitter.

'so hot 😍' it read.

your blood boiled, skin turning hot. jealousy. who could possibly be commenting on his posts? what did he post to receive such a comment? you felt guilty pressing on it but that didn't stop you. the twitter app opened, and you were met with the exact comment you saw that got you here under yeonjun's tweet.

'new vids up! subscribe for better content 😉💦' with a picture of his cock laying against his stomach.

it just didn't make sense. all this time yeonjun was basically a pornstar and you had no idea about it—and you knew for a fact that was your boyfriend's body, you've seen it way too much and know it all too well.

"alright, finally done babe. what're we watchin'?" yeonjun asked, entering the room with a big smile.

your expression didn't match though, you had tears swelling in your eyes when you looked up at him, cheeks burning with your hands shaking trying to hold the phone.

"baby?" yeonjun called out to you, noticing your discomfort.

"yeonju—un," you start, voice shaky and mind filled with everything but answers, answers you needed, "are you... selling yourself online?"

"give me that," yeonjun said, arm stretching to snatch the phone from your hands.

he looks down to see what you had come across, his heart falling straight to his ass. it wasn't that he didn't want to tell you, he just didn't know how to bring it up without possibily blowing things up.

"i do live streams once a week where i... you know... and people pay to see that," he admits, "and on my days off i post onlyfans content."

"when did you plan on telling me?" you asked, voice going out slightly.

"someday... it just wasn't easy," yeonjun says, coming to sit beside you on the bed. he looked down talking about the situation and that only hurt you more, "i been doing this for nearly three years and it ruined my last relationship, so i stayed single for a while and slept around."

a part of you had sympathy for him, even after being angry that he kept this from you for so long and possibly longer if you hadn't found out tonight.

"i just didn't want you to feel weirded out and make me quit or worse, leave me," he adds on. he sounded genuine and your heart broke at the fact that yeonjun didn't trust you because of his past.

"what makes you think me out of all people would judge you? i'm nothing like your past girlfriends, yeonjun. i know you, i trust you." you responded, reassuringly. you give gentle to rub his shoulder in a way of telling him you were no longer mad. of course, you didn't appreciate that he wasn't vocal about the secret occupation, but you understood why he wasn't, "and as long as it's only for the money and you're not secretly having feelings for all the people that give you it," you add.

"never," yeonjun turns his head, big eyes looking at you lovingly, "only you."

"okay," you reply. your worries faded away, leaving your body and turning into sudden need, "let's film something then."

"wai— what?" yeonjun's innocent and loving expression snapped into confusion.

"you need some content, don't you? i can help you out," you suggested, hand moving up and down his arm and perching up onto his shoulder.

his eyes shifted to a darker shade, heart nearly beating out of his chest. he didn't expect that him confessing would go well, especially not this well. everyday he worried about telling you, feared that you'd kick him to the curb and make him feel bad about himself—that fear was no longer present.

"god, you have never seemed hotter than you do right now," yeonjun said before chasing your lips and messily kissing you.

your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down with you on the matress, his limbs tangling with yours once your bodies mesh together. yeonjun didn't waste a single second, dipping his fingers into your shorts immediately and collecting your dripping essence.

a moan slips from your mouth straight into his, the pads of his fingers toying with your clit, teasing you more each time he moved lower with the tips of his fingers slightly entering you.

"fuck, j-jun, need you," you whine, jerking up into his palm.

yeonjun trails kisses along your jawline, down to your neck and collarbone, lips taking in some of your skin to suck roughly. his fingers moved in faster circles against your bud, causing him to feel more eager that his was gently humping your thigh as he grew harder.

you were whining needily, just wanting to feel his cock stretching you open. he sat up, pulling his hand out of your shorts, soon removing them from your body and spreading your legs for him to sit in between.

"so wet already, barely even touched you," he teases. bullshit.

your clit was throbbing in anticipation, hole opening and closing with each deep breath you took. yeonjun was in a hurry trying to get the knot in his sweatpants untied, his struggle being pretty obvious to you.

you sat up, replacing his hands with yours, taking the strings between your fingers and untying them slowly as you looked up at him with big eyes. fuck, if he wasn't already hard enough.

yeonjun bends down to kiss you, chin between his fingers. you were stripping him from his sweats and boxers, his cock sprung up and you were quick to grab ahold. you pumped it gently up and down then slowly falling back until your back hit the mattress, bringing yeonjun with you.

"have i told you how much i love you?" yeonjun breaks from the kiss—his pretty lips all pink and swole.

"many times," you giggle, "but i'd like if you showed me."

yeonjun grins, quick to take your hand off of him, snatch you shirt from you and angle his tip near your entrance. the light stretches from his cock being pushed further into you made your body feel ecstatic and you were clinging onto him in an instant.

no matter how many times yeonjun fucked you, you'd still feel numb with each inch that entered you, surprised from his size but taking it so well.

"daddy's tight little pussy feels so good every time," yeonjun whispers into your ear, leaving a wet kiss behind.

yeonjun draws his hips back, pushing back into you and repeating this until you cry out for more. his fingers meet your clit again as he fucked you slightly faster. you were moaning loud, causing yeonjun's ears to ring—but he didn't even mind, the sounds you made because of his doing was like an ego boost.

this soon reminds him of your suggestion, before you two had even got here in the first place. he was letting his dick think too much for him that he completely forgot your original agreement.

he sits up and takes your hips into his hands to keep you steady once he picked up the pace, making you clench down on his cock tightly.

"lights, camera, action, my love," yeonjun says, picking up his phone and switching to the camera app.

yeonjun clicks the red button, beginning to record the sight, so sinful and messy. he smiles watching your pussy take his cock on his phone that captured it so well.

"fuck baby, look so fucking hot taking my dick like this," he says. you'd think it was all talk for the camera if wasn't for how he already acted during your times alone.

he was filthy, loved expressing how he was feeling and giving you a verbal visualization of what he could see at the moment. to see you like this as he records, knowing he'd get to keep it for himself gave him—this new rush of adrenaline and he's soon pounding into your dripping cunt, unholy noises echoing off the four walls surrounding you.

your hands scrambled any and everywhere to find something to claw onto, finding yeonjun's waist and sinking your nails deep. yeonjun let out a gasp, strangely enjoying this newfound pain that didn't necessarily hurt—it felt good. really fucking good.

"oh, baby," he moans breathlessly.

you couldn't see him due to your eyes being snapped shut and you could just barely open them, but you knew he looked good. sweaty and strong as he fucked you into bliss.

"har—harder," you sigh, both your hands now clawing at his abdomen.

you sounded so cute when you'd beg, felt even better when he knew you wanted to be more verbal for the sake of the content—loud and uncontrollable moans even louder now that you were being filmed.

yeonjun slid his thighs from under your to further get comfortable and fuck you properly. you were now lying flat against the mattress, thighs spread and his fingers on your sensitive bud. he pulled his hips back, slamming back into you repeatedly, "such a slut for daddy, aren't you?"

"mhm—" you hum in response, yelping when yeonjun slaps your inner thigh.

"words." he warns through his teeth.

"yes, daddy," you moan, hips jerking up to feel more friction.

yeonjun being mean to you did something to you that you couldn't explain, it was hard to in words. he was already hot, but he was so much hotter when speaking to you like that—making you feel so guilty for being a slut, something he turned you into.

not a day went by where you didn't think about his bare skin on display for you as he's drilling into you with his fat cock, reaching every spot inside you as possible.

you both admired each other with no clothes on, that's why most of the time they were off. something about your tits pressed against his chest, close in all ways gave him joy because he knew he only got this. this made him cocky, treating your body like no other and knowing he's the only one that can feel you this way.

yeonjun didn't try to hold back any longer, going from low grunts to even louder groans. he was destroying you in the best way possible, not even just because you were being recorded, but because you most definitely deserved it. he has never had someone like you, someone so supportive and loving, making him feel like the only man in the world and fucking him good while doing so.

his followers were infact aware of his relationship status, but he kept that part of himself private. he only ever posted and talked about himself, never hooked up with someone else only for onlyfans content before you two got together. even now, he felt like he was taking away some of your privacy because he genuinely did keep you secret for the most part.

yeonjun could feel himself repeatedly twitch inside you, warm walls feeling incredible sucking him in and dripping more by the second. you felt brain dead, drooling from the mouth and high-pitched moans escaping your throat.

the room was hot, you weren't sure if it was just your skin or it was the mixture of sweaty bodies and hot breaths that caused the room to warm up how it did.

you could feel that knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter, you were a moaning mess, babbling some incoherent things but yeonjun knew that meant you were enjoying it because you were turning stupid.

"dumb little slut, so hungry for me," yeonjun says, a whimper falling from his mouth when you clench again. he was plowing into like he'd be the last time, you just felt even better than you have before that it was driving yeonjun insane, "shit, i'm gonna cum—want it, baby?"

"so, s—s bad, p-please fill me up daddy," you struggle to say, which pushed him further—he appreciated your manners even when you could barely talk.

he grins, only something you could see, with his hand all over you to touch every inch of your torso as possible. his other hand was gripping tightly on his phone where he watch the scene rip before his eyes. your breasts bounced with each aggressive thrust he sent into you.

"daddy—" you whine, your brain was so fuzzy that his name was the only thing that came to mind along with swears falling from your mouth.

yeonjun grunted, louder and louder until he got to his high. so very close and he just wanted to feel you full of his cum, belly bulging from the amount he was soon to let out. his size already doing that and the camera catching it so well.

"so fucking sexy," yeonjun slurred his words, grabbing the back of one of your thighs and pushing your knee to your chest.

you felt him twitch again, thrusts get sloppy. he circled his hips and hit your g-spot roughly, cursing a few more times and then painting your velvet walls.

"oh my god—" you cry out, hands going down to stop him from moving further but he just kept the same pace.

you came in an instant, the fullness yeonjun was providing you overwhelming you. the sounds he made too—he sounded so god damn good.

"mhm, cum baby~" yeonjun cooed, "just like that, such a good whore for your junnie."

you lost track of your breathing, not knowing how to do a thing. he fucked you dumb daily, yet this was different—the fact that he had a camera on you capturing it all for anyone to watch but at the end of the day, you were only his, and he treated your body with such care even when being rough.

yeonjun catches his breath, turning off his phone and throwing it to the side. he leans down and kisses you, your arms and legs wrapping around his long stature.

"you... are so fucking amazing," yeonjun praises, kissing your nose, "i'll be more honest from now on, like i have something else to confess..." it scared you because, what else could he be hiding? your anxiety drifted away once you saw that beautiful smile of his play along his face, "that was probably the best sex we've ever had," he admits.

"glad we think alike, choi," you smile, pecking his nose as he did to you and soon his pouty lips. it was gentle but messy, having the urge to clench on his cock that had begun softening.

"are you leading me on so i'll fuck you again, hm?" he tilted his head slightly, dark gaze burning a hole through you.

"not that i'm asking for it," you trail on, trying to look away and hide your smile and light teasing you were so obviously doing to him.

yeonjun grew hard again from your clenching, thrusting up into you and grabbing your body until it was pressed against his, arm wrapped tightly around your waist, "oh you're asking for it."

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