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multiwreckedmess · 25 days ago

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Kinktober Day 17

Prompt: Threesome/Moresome Pairing: OT8 SKZ x fem!reader WC: 4.4k Summary: Maybe after this the term “comeback” takes on a new meaning.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

Additional TW/CW below the cut.

TW/CW: Gangbang, lots of cum, light bondage, reader goes nonverbal, all consenting, traffic light system and boundaries discussed, anal, piv, oral (male receiving), titfucking, multiple partners, dirty talk, multiple pet names, cumming prematurely(?), some aftercare/during care.

Eight pairs of hands. Eight types of touch to match their eight personalities. Sudden squeezes, languid strokes, hesitant brushes, deep pushes, light tugs, gentle pats, intermittent shy caresses, persistent strong grasps. It was Chan’s idea that you’d heartily agreed to. “The boys have been seeming sort of down lately,” you’d mentioned over the thundering rush of dishwater. “Should I make a cake or something?” Nose pressed to the side of your head Chan inhales deeply, squeezing the fronts your thighs. The scent of your scalp and the squish of your quads soothing his anxious mind. “We’ve been working hard. I think it’ll turn out well.” “So…cake? Can you all eat it? I could make a carrot cake or modify-” Chan grabs a handful of ass, not one to miss the opportunity for a bad pun. “Wouldn’t mind sharing some of this cake. I’m sure we could all enjoy it.” “You think?” “Baby, the reason the boys are always excited to see you…” “It’s not the novelty of Betty Crocker Funfetti?” Chan giggles, grabbing a handful of bum as he grinds against you, an obvious lump forming in his sweatpants. “We could make you into Funfetti.” “How do the boys feel about pie,” you ask coyly, pushing your hips back to greet him.

That was how this whole idea started. And now you were tied to a bench, trussed up like a pretty present, holes exposed and ready. Blindfolded.

It’s easy to sink into the sensation of each of their hands, unique in their own right. You can only really for sure name Chan’s, calloused and firm. “...and we can do anything?” Jeongin’s voice twangs, tense at the thought. “She really will let us do anything?” You’re only half listening, indulging in the peace of mind numbing stimulation. Moaning and nodding as your chin wrests on the bench you’re strapped over. “She knows how to say no. Color system, if she’s unable to speak, two pinches is slow, three is stop everything.” A chorus of tenor and baritone voices murmur in agreement. Your stomach tingles, chills passing the inches of exposed skin. You’re so ready. You’re beyond ready.

There’s almost a ghost of a touch, floating down your side as the room shifts. “We’re going to pass you around like the cheap whore you were born to be.” A deep bassy voice purrs in your ear, Felix. Your back arches exposing more of your holes like a cat in heat. “You like that? You like the sound of my voice, pretty? Does that turn you on? We’re all watching you.” “Mhm,” you bite your lips and you wiggle against your confinements. “Want me to tell you everything we’re gonna do to you? Dirty slut. First we’re all gonna give this cute little cunt a try,” you feel him slide his fingers along your slit, staying shallow enough to tease your entrance before catching the rim of your jeweled plug weighing heavily in your hole. “Chris did say we can use you however we want.” Felix muses as he pushes the end closer to your rim, jostling it just enough to earn a whine. “Hurry the fuck up,” another voice chimes in, two fingers roughly ramming into your wet hole. Seungmin. Impatiently pressing his tip against the cleft of your ass as he fingers you open. “She’s ready, I’m ready. Keep doing your perv asmr thing but I’m fucking her.”

With that Seungmin pushes into you, sighing with relief. Your spine curls as much as you can, spread over the bench as you are, fingers scrambling in the air. “Oh fuck!” Seungmins hands wander over the small of your back, pushing weight down on you as his hips rock back and forth. “You have to try this pussy, god damn. Now i see why the old man is so fucking whipped.” He groans again as he pulls all the way out until only the very tip of his shaft is still sheathed. Glistening with your arousal he uses his thumbs to spread your slit wide, watching your walls stretch to accommodate him. “Minnie’s right, you’re taking him so well. In fact, you’re going to take all eight of us aren’t you?” Felix purrs. “Now, be a doll and open your mouth for me.” You drop your jaw, tongue lolling out, blindly accepting whatever Felix was going to give you. Before Seungmin can build any speed and before Felix has his way with your mouth you hear a commotion at your rear. Then Seunmgin being pulled from you, leaving you jaw agape and whining from the loss of fullness.

“Asshole, before you fuck her up we all gotta try.” Sharp words with crisp plosives cut through the confusion. Suddenly a thicker intrusion bullies its way between your walls. “Tremendous ass princess,” a hearty smack of a rough hand comes down on your ass cheek. You’re barely breathing with the thick length shoved snugly inside of you, the force of the spank has every muscle flexing to hold you together. You moan. Two hands grab each lobe, molding them like putty in his strong grip. Changbin. “Can’t wait to run you through.” You’d always wondered about the rapper, most closely your type following your own boyfriend. How did his dual persona fit into his bedroom manner, how alike would he be to Chan, was it true what they said about rappers and their tongues? As suddenly as he’d entered you feel the protested drag of your walls, eager to keep him as he exits. A thinly voiced dragged out “no” escapes your lips. “Bok-ah, you want next?” Changbin offers, patting your ass. You’d almost forgot Felix was there. “I’m okay with just these pretty lips up here,” he says as he thumbs over your lower lip. Dropping your jaw again you remember he’d wanted this to begin with, before the other boys had started tag teaming your cunt. “I’m okay too,” IN chimes in, “I can wait my turn.” He lowers his voice almost imperceptibly, just enough to sound like a cool mature guy. You could just imagine him standing a bit farther back, eyes transfixed on your glistening lips as they stretched for each of his members. “Yeah you’re the only impatient one, meathead.” Minho. Of course Minho. His hips roll easily against you, just a taste of what’s to come. His hand runs over your ass, over the other entrance. “Got any toys for her?” He addresses the room, talking as though you couldn’t reply.

Felix, you assume, finally taps the tip of his length against your tongue. Much to your delight he’s slightly sweeter than you’d assume as you lick against him. Chan’s reply to Minho is inaudible as Felix purrs. “You like that? Been drinking nothing but pineapple juice for you. Chris told me you’d like that.”

Taking him fully in your mouth you bob enthusiastically focusing fully on him as two more strange new cocks slide into you all too briefly before Seungmin settles back over you, fucking you with a steady and uncomplicated rhythm. Felix is veiny, fun to explore as you run the length of him. He easily guides you the full way down, your nose pressing into his pubic bone as spit runs down your face. “Hey Chris, can we take off the blindfold?” “Sure man, whatever you want.” The blindfold flips up to your forehead. Luckily the lights are low enough so your eyes don’t have to adjust much. “Focus on my face sweetheart. Just want to see your pretty teary fucked out face while we ruin you.” Felix smiles as he feeds you his cock all the way to the base once more, watching you splutter and fight back your gag reflex. The tight ring of your throat squeezing him as he grinds into the wet warmth. You battle valiantly to keep your eyes looking up at him as they threaten to flutter shut, tears streaking your cheeks. Not a second too soon he eases up, beaming down at you, thumbs wiping at your stained face. “Such a good girl for us. Chris is gonna be so proud of you.” You smile for a second, spit burbling from your lips, before you feel Seungmins hands at your mid back, pushing you into a deeper arch. From one strong stroke you can tell he’s found it, face opening into a groan. “Do that shit again ‘Lix. I wanna see her struggle.” “You heard the man, you ready?” He watches as you gulp and take a deep breath which is almost immediately punched out of you by Seungmin slamming his hips against you. Your fingers grip the legs of the bench as you are pressed between their bodies as deep as they can go on either end. Groaning around Felix and clasping down on Seungmin the noise in your brain crescendos and violently mutes into a peaceful fuzzy static. Seungmin laughs as you twitch and spasm. “Holy fuck, I can’t-” Felix struggles to keep his hips steady, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “I’m gonna too-” You can hear the gritting of Seungmins teeth as he speaks. “Be good and take it all okay, take all I’ve got-” Felix mutters, spilling down the back of your throat. You gag, tears and spit and snot running everywhere as he pulls back from you, still weakly spurting on his thighs. Barely able to breathe as Seungmin chases his high you mumble his nickname over and over. “Minnie, oh-fucking- ah-” Felix’s hand keeps your head from scraping against the bench as you become boneless, eyelids fluttering shut. Seungmin pulls from you just as you reach your high, whining and writhing in the agony of denial. Hot cum splashes across your ass slowly dripping down your thighs.

“How’s our girl doing,” a soft melodic voice asks. “What your color darling?” “Green,” you pant, vision still swimming. “Green green green green.” He laughs. Hyunjin’s giggle. Good. Slim and strong, there is always something languid about his movements. His finger tip traces your spine gently. “A beautiful sculpture should be appreciated,” he says slowly. It sends shivers running after his hands. Descending to the curve of your ass he spreads you wider, licking into your puffy oversensitive parts. Tongue lapping at you as you squeal the wet lewd sounds fill the air. “Fuck, Hyunnie!” You practically rock the bench as you writhe. His tongue ventures to your other hole, teasing the tight bundle until you cry out. All of your fingers and toes curl and twitch as your walls clench around nothing. “Fuck me please,” you beg, voice wrecked with sobs. You’re surprised at your quick rebound but the promise of the lithe dancer is almost too much to bear. Hyunjin’s lips graze your shoulder blade as he bottoms out in you with a shudder of effort, nearly knocking the bench forward in his attempt to get as much of himself inside of you as possible. Churning in your stomach you feel full again, fuller even. You nearly cum again, world whiting out in front of your eyes. “That’s right pretty, all for you.” You wish you could see, could watch the man fuck into you more than anything in the world. He feels larger than you’d have ever expected from his slight frame. Draped over you, the squelching of your two sweaty bodies pervades your mind as he humps quickly and shallowly. Chasing his high more than anything, each thrust punches you in the gut. The sounds that come from your mouth are unladylike wheezes that catch in your throat and turn into grunts. Two long fingers fill your mouth, sticky and salty from the mix of bodily fluids. Hyunjin cums mercifully quickly, spilling inside of you. “I wanna see the other guys fuck it deeper,” he whispers, sweat dripping from his nose to your cheek. The thought gives you goosebumps. Strong arms wrap around your back, caging over you as he undoes your buckled down arms to lift you from your post. Your toes barely sweep the floor before he has you on the nearby mattress. Changbin, stronger than your Channie, surprises you with his gentleness. For all the hurrying and jeering he’d done to the other guys, he’s suddenly soft with you. “Hey,” he smiles all too familiarly, in a way that makes your gut stir. “Tired yet, princess? Told ya we’d run you through.” You make grabby hands up at him, whining as you try to pull him closer. “She usually non-verbal?” Changbin actually sounds a little concerned as he turns his head to ask your boyfriend. “Or should we- are you still good? Still green princess?” You nod. “If she says go, go.” Changbin doesn’t waste another second, pushing into you aided by Hyunjin’s cum. The stretch despite the other members best efforts still forces a guttural groan from your lungs. He’s not as long as the others but the change of angle and thickness makes up for it in the best way. You can feel him bullying the plug on the other side of your walls in a way no one else has managed to do. He nuzzles into your neck as he starts fucking into you, only grunts coming from his normally busy mouth. Zoned into the singular thought of filling you. With your hands finally free you’re able to explore his back as you scramble to hold yourself together. Your fingernails leave little crescents in the otherwise steel frame. Sturdy and unshakable as you tremor below him. “Bin- I’m- ah-” you start to warn him of your swiftly approaching climax but he’s two steps ahead as your cunt clenches down. Arms wrapping beneath your thighs he pushes your hips just a little bit higher up. You see stars. It’s like he’s fully in your guts as he maintains his pace, fucking right into that spongy spot of yours. Mouth agape you can feel yourself wanting to make noise but your head is so full you can’t tell if its actually happening or not. All of your muscles contract at once as you climax. “Holy shit did she-” the next thing you hear is a murmur from Jeongin. Release drips down Changbin’s pelvis as you both pant. “Oh yeah, that’s our princess,” Changbin smiles like a champion as he slides from you, spent. Both of you are soaked in your cum, his cum, and Hyunjins cum. Grabbing the box of baby wipes he starts to clean himself off before he sees Chan start to clean your thighs. You barely notice he’s waddled off and back until you are being propped up between his thighs, a straw passing between your lips. “Drink for a good job.”

The click of a cap is like fingers snapping, awakening you from your fucked foggy state. You look up and back to see Minho’s upsidedown bemused smirk as he watches the meatheads treat you like the sentient communal fuck doll that needs a tune up. Slowly he strokes himself, appraising you.

“Jiji, care to join? I think this one has room for two.” “Huh? Y-yeah,” you hear the taut voice of Han on the opposite side of the room. “Hey, big boy, move.” Minho is less gentle with him, sliding behind you to take his place behind you, holding you between his thighs as Changbin had. His hands spread you wide open to the room, fingers grazing over the plug still nestled between your cheeks. The nearly icy drip of lube tickles your other hole, sliding around the stem of the plug. A deep breath in helps relax and allow the applier to slowly fuck the metal in and out.. Minho chuckles and smacks your thigh, your hole clenching down suddenly. “Are you tired? Huh? Too many cocks? Be thankful there’s only eight of us.” Thumb positioned on the end of the jeweled plug he slowly teases, swirling in languid circles as you writhe. Each nudge has your stomach tensing, desire growing within you. Han Jisung is standing in front of you as you look dazed up at him. Blood rushes to his cock so fast he swears he might pass out from the loss to his brain. He watches as Minho finally fully tugs the plug from your fluttering hole and lifts you, slowly spearing you on his cock. Your chest heaves as you slide, mouth open and panting. Minho’s fingers fill your cunt, the sloppy sound of several fluids mixing reverberates in his skull. “You going to stand there or fuck her?” Minho casually nods down to his fingers. “There’s room. Right, doll?” You nod mutely, wriggling your ass on him. Han dives head first into your cunt, eagerly pushing his tongue deep inside of you, lapping at Minho’s soaked fingers. Your legs threaten to snap shut on his head as your oversensitive pussy sends waves of bliss through your body. Minho keeps you locked open as he rocks himself slowly against your ass just barely moving his cock inside of you. It isn’t like he has to do much with Han’s tongue flicking so desperately at your slit. Groaning, you’re unsure of whose name to call out. Minho or Han? “Going to cum again? Thought you might be too worn out.” “H-ha,” you half laugh and moan. You want to boast and brag but the hubris is fucked far from you. Back arching, your hole clenches down on him. You’re so very very close. His hands migrate to your tits, grabbing them, letting the space between his fingers lightly pinch your soft skin. They’d been so neglected and needy that the sudden attention pushes you over the edge, cumming hard on Han’s tongue. He continues to lap at you through it, not stopping until Minho tugs at his hair. “Jiji, where do you wanna cum, I’m close.” Minho grunts. Sweat travels down his brow. Han makes a quick appraisal of you, “wannafuckhertits.” You’re tossed like a ragdoll to the mattress again, Minho easily positioning you on your back with your legs slung around his hips. Han straddles your chest, thighs are warm on your ribcage. His cock is practically drooling precum as he slides it between your mounds, quickly slicking up with your sweat. Squishing the sides together his eyes lock where the head of his cock pops out and disappears. Your tits are so hot around him as his precum slicks the valley between. “Open,” he commands breathily, waiting for your lips to part. The second they do he drags the pad of his thumb over the wet inner side, pulling them open more. Your tongue naturally hangs out loosely, eyes glazed over. You’ve long given up any pretense of modesty. Of pretending this wasn’t exactly what you’d hoped for. His hand goes to the back of your skull to support your head as you crane forward to attempt to kiss his member. Grunting and straining you’re both working so hard for it as Minho pounds away and jostles you just enough to increase the difficulty. You feel Minho climax, warmth spreading inside of you. He barely misses a beat as his leg clenches, sinking deeply into you, holding your legs aloft. Your eyelids flutter and toes curl. It feels good to be this full. Feels good to be this filthy. You stretch your tongue just the bit longer and feel contact, hot and salty. Ropes of hot cum jet across your chest and chin and lips as Han’s breath hitches. He freezes and gasps, staring as his cock continues to dribble onto your clavicle. “Shit I-” “Ssfine -s’good.” He stares at his handy work. “Clean it.” Minho says from behind his back. “Clean your mess.” Han moves quickly without questioning him, licking across all the streams that he’d shot only looking up, ostensibly to Chan to check if he could clean your lips. The only one to dare to do so, tentatively licking your bottom lip before fully taking it between his lips. Not fully locking into a kiss, not quite. Your stomach churns as you return to emptiness, only your boyfriend and the youngest left. The others preoccupying themselves with clean up and their own after care. “How do you want ‘er?” Chan lifts your torso up off the bed and into his arms again, plying you with water. A quick kiss to the cheek asuages any fear that he wasn’t also enjoying himself. “C’mon maknae. Top? Side? Back? She’s got just enough left in her. Don’t you, my sweet thing?” You nod, “how do you want me?” It’s only a moment of consideration longer as his eyes linger on your pussy, red and raw. Jeongin’s sweet smile looks all the more sinful as he nears. He slides you into his arms with a surprising ease. A look of shock flashes across your face as he lifts you on to his cock, still standing. Chan had fucked you standing occasionally, but you hadn’t expected this of Innie. Your sweet Innie. Squealing as you let gravity bounce you off his hips, driving him deeper and deeper, clit aching as the blunt pressure hits each time. You’re practically grappled to him, arms locked over his shoulders and ankles crossed behind his back. Curses spill from your mouth like a prayer. Everything burns bright as you hurtle towards your climax. The thrumbing of your pulse rings in your head and your breath catches. But Jeongin falters slightly, his own breath catching suddenly as well, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. His cock slips between your bodies as he fumbles a few thrusts. A sudden spurt of warmth hits your thigh and stomach. Jeongin is swearing. “You didn’t- I’m sorry I-” You blink at him bemused. He sighs into your shoulder, “I came already.” “Oh? Oh don’t worry about it I-” “I wanted to make you cum.”

The puff of air from your short giggle tickles his throat. Your lips are warm where they kiss his cheek. “You’re so cute.” As your arms start to burn you’re ripped from Jeongin’s arms and tossed unceremoniously to the bed again. A strong grip wraps around your ankle and tugs your ass to the edge of the mattress. This was how you’d assumed Changbin would be. Instead you see Chan’s wide grin looking over you. “You look so fucking hot babe.” He praises you as he pushes his cock into your ass, watching your eyes roll back into your skull. “Love it when you’re fucked out like this. When all you can do is take cock.” You shudder. Tired and overwhelmed and needy under him. Sticky. He feels…good. Its the only word your tired mind can center on. You feel good. “Innie- you wanna make her cum right?” Chan asks over his shoulder. “Grab that er…big white thing with the blue buttons and c’mere.” Momentarily he leans forward to kiss you, letting his hips gently rock into you. You whimper. He nuzzles you. “Doing alright, sweet thing?” You nod into his shoulder. “Tired.” “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll do everything,” Chan pushes the sticky strands of hair back from your face and turns to his group mate. Jeongin barely weighs the bed down as he crawls to your side. “She’ll cum quick so make sure that fucker is set low okay? She’s had a long night already.” Jeongin nods. The toy whirrs to life and he starts to lower it. “Check it on yourself first, bro.” Chan knocks the toy back. “Inside of your wrist.” You hear a few clicks. Chan locks eyes with you, he looks like a god between your legs. He carefully stretches one to kiss your calf. His cock stirs your insides, thick bastard. You moan and close your eyes. You trust him. Jeongin carefully places the toy over your mound, your back arching away from the bed. Chan instructed him well. “Talk her through it.” “Huh?” “She likes it when you talk to her, she won’t talk back but she’ll sound really pretty.” You gasp and whine. He’s right. Jeongin’s voice is smooth above the buzz of the toy, talking just under his breath enough for only the three of you to hear. “Our prettiest girl did so well for us. Making all your boyfriend’s friends cum. You really are made for taking cock, no wonder Channie hyung keeps you all locked up. Just imagine the trouble we’d get in if he let you into the practice room.” Another gasp. You can see it, you’re there with him and with Chan at the same time. “Couch broken. Mirror streaked with sweat and cum. We’d ruin it. But you’d like that. Show everyone who’s girl you are. Right? You’re our princess.” Your legs are shaking as you nod. Chest tightening again your gut coils in anticipation. “Can our princess cum again? Please?” Your legs tremble in answer, hand reaching out to wrap around Jeongin’s bicep. He can see the tension in your neck as your muscles clench all the way to the top of your skull. You’re so so so painfully nearly there. “Tight lil’ hole ‘s likea vice-” Chan manages to slur. “Ah, fuck, baby-” his voice crackles as he sucks in air through his clenched teeth,”-cum with me darling. Be a good girl.” Everything happens in a flash, your breath hitching, head thrown back. A magnificent groan spills from your gaping mouth, almost loud enough to rattle the vibrator back. Chan slows as your hips stutter and kick, his warmth spreading inside you as your walls milk him. Jeongin stares wide eyed, vibrator dropping off to your side, as he watches you flood his friend’s pelvis and thighs. His own stomach caves as weak spurts of ejaculate dribble down to the bed. Chan pulls from you and bundles you into a little ball on your side. Kissing your arms and legs as he instructs the rest of the boys in their clean up duties. You’d done enough, you didn’t need to worry about this, you never needed to worry about this part of the night. Chan made sure of that. Your tired limbs are lifted to a warm tub, eyes too weary to open. Many trusted hands hold you as they carefully wash the filth from you. Their touches are less distinct now as you lean into them. All warm, all sure, all caring. One or many, you couldn’t tell. Your boys, all of them.

ngl i blacked out and wrote this. i have not re-read. i’m sorry if its not coherent.

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planet-dusk · 2 years ago

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🏷️ f!reader, exes, hate sex, unprotected sex, jealousy

“not here,” you object, gripping the kitchen counter and arching your back to make sure he’s hitting the right spot. “anyone could walk in on us.”

“it’s a little too late for that now.” changbin’s fingers grope and squeeze your tits roughly. “you act like you can’t stand me but here you are, all sloppy and wet for me. how embarrassing.”

“save me the sweet talk, sugar,” you bite back. “you’ll need it for what’s-her-name, that blonde girl? the one you’ve been chasing all night like a sad puppy. it’s pathetic how pussywhipped you are.”

“you're jealous.”

“don’t flatter yourself.” you roll your eyes at his smug tone. you used to like the confidence with which he carries himself. now you can’t stand seeing his cocky smile.

“besides, i’m the one you’re balls deep inside of.”

the words come out more breathless than you’d like, courtesy of his thick girth. you fucking hate how good his cock feels. even after all this time. especially after all this time.

changbin chuckles and looks down at where his hips smack against your ass with every stroke. “you might be a bitch, but i’ll never tire of this sight.”

it’d only taken two hours of shooting daggers at each other before he’d bend you over felix’s brownie mix. faint voices drift down the hall and you realize sooner or later someone will notice the two of you are missing.

it won’t be difficult to do the math.

“just get this over with and make me cum. if you can.”

changbin’s hands tighten their grip on your hips. bingo. he may not care about whether or not you’re finishing tonight but he cares about his reputation.

“not too keen on our friends finding out you’re creaming my cock like a desperate little slut?”

the man’s perceptive, you’ll give him that. but despite his words his right hand finds its way down to your clit, fingers circling the sensitive bud.

“don’t act like you’re any better,” you counter weakly. his skillful motions make it impossible to think straight. “bet just the thought of me still gets you hard every night.”

his lack of response is enough of an answer to you. it fills you with a twisted kind of satisfaction. you’re not sure why you care in the first place; you were the one to end your relationship, yet you can’t seem to stay away from him.

as your bodies fall into a familiar rhythm sharp words are replaced by barely restrained moans and whimpers. when you close your eyes you can almost pretend it’s like the old days, before jealousy and anger turned things sour.

you’re pushing back to meet every thrust and changbin must realize you’re close because he brings his hand up to cover your mouth. it’s a clear sign for you to let go, so you do, trying not to think of the fact you’re falling apart at your ex’s doing.

there’ll be enough time for regret later.

so you focus on the delicious drag of his cock between your walls and on his fingers rubbing your clit more gently now you’re on the edge of overstimulation. changbin knows your body like no one else and you wonder if you’ll ever find something like this again.

this is why you keep coming back to him. he’s ruined you for all others.

changbin’s hips falter when he feels you clench around him and he has to use both hands on your waist to steady himself. “where?” he asks, voice colored with desperation.

you appreciate despite everything there’s still some courtesy left in him.

“anywhere but inside.”

you don’t care about the mess. no, you’re scared of how much you want it. how you wish he’d fill you up, claim you, fuck his cum into you until you’re filled to the brim and it leaks down your thighs.

when he pulls out to jerk himself to completion it leaves you aching and empty. your spent hole clenches around nothing when he comes with a low groan, spurts of hot cum landing in his own fist.

you pull your pants up and turn around, scrambling to gather what’s left of your dignity. his hair sticks to his glossy forehead and you brush some of it away before you can stop yourself. there’s not enough space between the two of you; his broad chest almost touches yours and you can feel the heat radiating off his body. it’s suffocating, and suddenly you’re too tired for mockery and cutting remarks. or worse: anything resembling tenderness, like the way he’s looking at you right now.

quickly, you grab a plate with brownies and slip past him without a word.

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spookwyrdie · 4 months ago

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Sweet Spot {part 4}

{part 1}{part 2}{part 3}{part 4}{part 5}{part 6}

Baker Felix x Florist reader

summary: At the reception, you're in the spotlight in a few different ways. Felix seems to be a little too good at this fake dating stuff, making everyone at the wedding believe you two are madly in love. While you try to figure out your own feelings, your ex certainly doesn't seem to handle it well. // genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut // word count: 5.9k // warnings: adult dialogue, sexual themes //a/n: Thank you for being patient my little cherubs! Life has gotten hectic, but this is a bit longer of a chapter than I expected. 💘 if you're not on the taglist and would like to be, please reply to this post or send me an ask!🥰

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

The weather couldn’t be more perfect for this reception. A cool breeze flutters through the cream table cloths in the reception area. Felix has his hand on your lower back as you walk in, looking at the small place cards to find your names. You can tell by the dueling decor of the reception that the bohemian switch was recent. Your arrangements bring that artsy, free spirited vibe with the traces of twine, lace, and grasses, but most of the decor follows the standard wedding trends. The drapery is pressed and pristine, the tableware was white with gold detailing, and everything is shiny. It definitely isn’t unattractive, but you know that it clashes a little in terms of taste.

The table setting for the bride and groom was front and center, currently empty while the wedding photographers took advantage of the golden hour sunset in the vineyard. At one end of the table sits a large light green, tiered cake. The theme of the cake is very floral - there are small bunches of pointy, textured leaves surrounded by a pattern piped on meticulously to look like macrame, adorned with small round sprinkles like scattered pearls in the frosting. It’s a gorgeous cake, complementing the floral decorations you had worked so hard on, as if you and whoever the baker is were on the same aesthetic wavelength.

“I’ll grab us some drinks, go sit down,” Felix says, trailing his fingers across the small of your back before leaving. You feel the loss of heat from his hand immediately and miss it.

“Something sour for me please!” you call after him as you wander over to the table where you and Felix will be sitting.

“Y/n!” a voice squeals behind you. Johnny’s younger sister comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your shoulders with a giggle. “It’s been ages! You look fantastic.”

“Lily! Look at you!” you said, spinning around to greet her. “You look like a whole-ass adult now!”

When Johnny had introduced you to his family, Lily had loved you right off the bat. You told her all about the flower she was named after and for a birthday gift one year, she made you a small ceramic garden pot with a pattern of lilies. One thing that Johnny could never take from you was the fondness his family still felt. When the two of you broke up, you were determined to keep in contact with some of them, mostly checking in on them from afar on social media.

“You have to sit right next to me!” she beams at you. Nudging you with her shoulder, she says, “You are also required by law to tell me about the pretty blonde boy you’re with.”

You beam at her. “That’s Felix, we’ve been dating for a few months. I’ve known him for years now but we only recently started dating. It still feels brand new.”

“Between you and me,” she says, leaning in with a whisper, “I like Jenny but I was really hoping for you to be my new sister-in-law back in the day. Johnny’s an absolute ass for losing you. But I’m glad you found someone! Especially someone who looks like they walked out of an elven forest.”

“Who walked out of a forest?” a deep voice questions behind you. Felix smiles down at the two of you, drinks in hand. He sets down a mojito in front of you, the mint and lime perfectly muddled together.

“You, obviously!” says Lily, excitement tugging at her lips as she gestures towards Felix’s appearance up close. “You’ve got a whole Legolas thing going on.”

Felix chuckles as he sits next to you, scooting his chair close enough that his knee touches yours. There’s a shiver that runs down your spine the longer you feel his body heat seep into you at this simple touch.

The wedding party starts to walk in as the music swells from the DJ’s booth. It’s like a second wedding processional, the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk in, this time a little more loose and casual.

Felix drapes his arm around you and places his hand at the back of your neck, thumb resting right at your hairline. You look over at him and smile. He’s so good at this, it almost feels natural. The way his hands easily find your body, the way you lean into his touch, it’s like you two instinctively orbit around one another. You fell into this so easily, it’s easy to forget that after the wedding is done, it’ll be over.

It’ll be over.

You clench your teeth together hard at the thought, dejection filling your veins. In an effort to drown the bittersweet feeling, you knock back the rest of your mojito, the mint cooling your throat.

Jenny and Johnny make their way in, smiling and waving at everyone as the DJ announces them. Johnny’s eyes scan the room and he falters for a moment when he spots you. At the same time, Felix starts to massage the tense muscles of your neck, fingers gently trailing up into your hair with a light scratch. You lean in to the comforting touch, your eyes glazing over, fully forgetting Johnny’s sharp gaze. The cool sensation of the mojito does nothing to quell the warmth building in your stomach. It’s a bold feeling, a confidence simmering in your body under Felix’s kneading hands. Fuck it, you think. If this is the one night you get to be with Felix, you’re not going to let the opportunity slip through your yearning fingers. If there’s a night to let the delusion take control, tonight is that night. You put your hand on his thigh, squeezing into the muscle of his thigh, mirroring his motion on your neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him readjust in his chair, lurching slightly in his chair.

After the couple sits down at their table, the food is served. The vineyard must have a special deal for big events like this, because the food is also fairly boring. The focus is definitely on the wine pairings over the actual dinners served. There’s bland chicken, sauteed summer squash, and some kind of starch. What they lack in interesting food, they make up for in wine selection. A sommelier flits around the room with the medallion shaped tastevin around their neck.

You’re not even paying attention to the meal to be honest, with the way that Felix has shifted his chair so close that his thigh presses up against yours. He seems like he’s attached to your hip, obsessed with the way you brush your fingers up his leg absentmindedly. Even when he’s just chatting with the rest of the table, he finds a way of touching you somewhere, his body needing to be in constant contact with yours as much as possible. Your hand finds its way onto his body just as often, wanting to soak up as much of this feeling to burn into your memory.

A hush falls over the room as the toasts begin. The bride’s mother makes a teary eyed speech about a new chapter in life, the best man makes a thinly veiled sex joke, and the maid of honor gently threatens Johnny’s life if he’s not able to keep Jenny happy. There’s a strange tone the maid of honor has when speaking about Johnny, a sarcastic sneer marring her face that feels a little too genuine to brush off as a joke. Jenny keeps nervously sipping at her champagne, a rosy hue painting her cheeks, eyes downcast.

Felix’s arm is resting on your shoulders, pulling you into him more and more as the speeches go on, to the point where you have to wrap an arm around his waist to stay balanced. He smells so good, the slight perfume from the glass of wine on his breath and his fresh scented cologne mix together, swirling around you. Every time he chuckles at one of the toasts, it rumbles through you, a feeling more than a sound. Before you know it, you find yourself leaning your head onto his shoulder, tracing your nails over the embroidery of his shirt - your hand having slipped under his suit jacket a while ago.

As the speeches drone on, Felix leans down towards you, face inches from yours, and murmurs, “Have I told you how good you look this evening?”

You look up at him, focus shifting back and forth between his dark eyes, he’s so close. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Well, allow me to mention it again,” he chuckles, as if the two of you are sharing a secret. He whispers even lower, “Did you see the look Johnny gave us when they walked in?”

“Barely.”

Felix hums. “Distracted?”

“Yeah, someone was massaging my neck so well, it made me forget where I was,” you say, a coy smile playing at the edge of your lips.

“Well…” Felix responds, his whisper at ASMR levels in your ear, making your skin tingle. “I could see why he’d be jealous.”

“Time for the cake!” Jenny’s voice squeals out, her volume rising as much as the color in her cheeks. She and Johnny stand as one of the event staff workers brings them the cake cutting knife and the photographer hovers around, flashing pictures as they both grasp the knife.

They slice into the bottom tier of the cake, the green frosting giving way to a dark chocolate cake inside. They each take a piece on a small plate to feed to the other, Jenny laughing as she takes her fork and boops Johnny right on the nose with the frosting. Everyone in the crowd giggles as Johnny stares at her with a gob of green on his face, cheeks reddening.

The giggles turn to a collective gasp as Johnny takes his small plate, picks up his piece of cake, and smears it all over Jenny’s jaw, smashing it into her face. She yelps in shock as Johnny cackles.

“Hey babe!” he cries, teeth glinting in the flash of the camera. He points to his chin, mocking her. “You got a little something right here!”

Jenny just stares at him, taking in the situation. No one is cheering or laughing other than Johnny, the room is full of uneasy murmuring. Slowly, Jenny begins to laugh, diffusing the tension only slightly, as she begins to wipe the cake off of her face. Her laughter doesn’t meet her eyes, you can see that much from where you’re seated. Felix looks at you with wide eyes, silently asking you what the fuck just happened. You shrug, just as shocked as he is.

As the maid of honor rushes up to fuss over Jenny and her makeup, the DJ grabs the mic. He laughs nervously before trying to redirect everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone, line up for some cake! No need to use your face, we will provide you all with forks!”

A cautious titter runs through the room as people get up to join the line for cake. Felix smiles at you, biting at his bottom lip with his teeth. “Want to go get a slice?”

“Sure,” you say as he pulls you up from your seat.

“I won’t smash it into your face, I promise.”

As the two of you wait in the line for cake, Felix gets giddier, smiling wide and bouncing on his toes a little. You watch as different people in the crowd grab their plates, take a taste, and have a strange reaction. Some gasp in delight, mutters of wow echo around you, while others take their bite and their faces twist, bewildered at what they’re tasting. You have absolutely no idea what to expect when you get your plate as a staff member hands you and Felix a slice. The green icing and dark, moist cake look gorgeous, at the very least. You start to lift your fork to your mouth.

“Wait! Don’t take a bite til we’re back at the table,” Felix says suddenly, an impish look on his face. “I want to see your reaction.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, but oblige his weird request. You sit down, just the two of you, and you look at him, silently asking if you can finally take a bite. Felix is watching your every move, smiling with his bottom lip captured between his teeth. He looks like he’s about to unwrap a Christmas present. You lift the fork to your mouth once more, sliding it between your lips.

Mint... and chocolate? Your whole face scrunches up, it’s like toothpaste invading your dessert. One of your least favorite combinations, whoever popularized mint chocolate deserves jail time in your eyes. It dawns on you, looking up at Felix suddenly.

“You made the cake for this wedding?”

He’s giggling now, eyes disappearing into little crescents. “Yes! I told you mint chocolate was a controversial flavor.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” you exclaim. “Is that why you showed up so early?”

“Yeah, this was the delivery I made in the morning,” he says.

“So you’ve known Johnny and Jenny this whole time?”

Felix wipes his eyes from laughing at your reaction to the strange cake combination. “No, no - only Jenny. Johnny never came to any of the tastings, I didn’t put two and two together until today that we were working the same wedding.”

“So he was up my ass about the floral arrangements while he couldn’t even be bothered with any of the others?” you muse. What was it with Johnny constantly trying to undermine you? He neglected other wedding planning responsibilities while making sure he found the time to critique you. Then he stressed Jenny out by implying you’re incompetent. Is this the only reason he invited you?

“I guess. He really seems like an asshole, Y/n. How long did you guys date?”

“Just over four years. It was during college, we broke it off when we started drifting apart. Y’know, career stuff, different future plans.”

“Was he always this much of a dick?” Felix asks, taking a bite of his own cake.

“Not really, when it ended, it sorta just fizzled out, but he wasn’t angry or rude when it happened. We agreed that whatever spark had been there previously had fully died. It got weird after we broke up when we tried being friends, so we became the kinds of friends you only see at big group functions.”

“He seems bitter. You don’t deserve any of that, whatever it is.”

“Maybe he is, I don’t know,” you say, pinching your brow. “Remind me in the future to never work at an ex's wedding ever again.”

“If it were up to me,” Felix mutters under his breath, looking away, “you wouldn’t have any future exes.”

“What?”

Just then, the mic turns on in the DJ booth, whining from the feedback for a second, drowning out any other conversation.

“Alright party people! It’s time for our two lovebirds to have their first official dance as a married couple!” The DJ says in a corny radio announcer voice. Jenny and Johnny shuffle to the dance floor, their smiles a little too tense to look natural. The DJ cues up their song, some slow ballad. You can’t even tell what it is because the way Felix laces his fingers with yours, squeezing gently, has your heart rate doubling.

Johnny and Jenny start their dancing, swaying back and forth. They’re not looking at one another, their movements stiff and a little awkward. Johnny steps on Jenny’s train, leaving a gray mark on her dress. She starts whispering angrily at him, their expressions fill with irritation. As the song ends and everyone politely claps, despite the awkward tension between the two. The DJ gets on the mic again.

“The bride and groom have requested that we open up the floor to all the couples in the crowd. If you’re in love out there, grab your partner and come to the floor!”

Felix grins wide at you and grabs your hand, pulling you out of your chair. You balk at him, following as he drags you to the dance floor. You join the other couples as another slow dance cues up. Johnny’s parents are there, arm in arm. His mother catches your eye and gives you a wink.

Felix pulls you into his arms, clasping your hand in one of his and the other wraps around your waist. He brings your knuckles to his lips, placing a feather-light kiss on them. Your heart skips a whole beat, pounding extra hard as it catches up - you didn’t know it could do that. That’s something that only happens in romance novels.

He spins you around slowly, eyes locked on yours, his gaze soft and eyes sparkling. You’ve literally never seen a more beautiful person in your life, your breath catches in your throat just looking at him. The room fades away, you barely even notice the other couples that dance around you, the only person that matters is the one radiating sunshine in front of you. Warmth seeps into you where your bodies are pressed up against one another and you imagine the rhythm of your heartbeats match in this moment.

You don’t even notice when the song changes and other people join in on the dance floor, filling all the extra space on the floor. Lily comes up and bumps you with her hip, smiling at the way you jolt in surprise.

“You two look really good together!” she shouts over the upbeat music that blares through the speakers now.

She turns to Felix, who is still holding onto you, affection etched in every crevice of his face.

“We have a very fond place in our hearts for Y/n. You better take care of her, Legolas,” she says, playfully threatening him with a poke to the shoulder.

Felix laughs, pulling you closer, taking your hand and placing it over his heart. “I plan on it, you have my word.”

Satisfied with his response, she saunters away to dance. Felix takes your hand and spins you around, breaking the thick tension between the two of you. It’s so easy to get swept away by him, you almost let yourself believe he genuinely returns your feelings. He presses your back against his front as a sultry song comes on, swaying against you. He nuzzles into your neck, sending a shock of arousal through your body.

“I like putting you on display like this,” his voice nearly growls in your ear.

Throwing caution to the wind, you decide to lean into the flirting, emboldened by the growl in his throat. Consequences be damned when he’s breathing into the sensitive skin of your throat.

“I like when you put me on display,” you respond.

He leans away from you, throwing his head back as he groans. You smile as you innocently grind your ass into his hips. His hands shoot out, grasping at your hips, fingers digging into the flesh. “You’re gonna get us both in trouble if you keep doing that.”

You laugh as you grasp his hand, spinning away from him like a ballroom dancer, yanking him towards you. He stumbles into you, laughing as he nearly tips over. Your arms wrap around him in a big hug as you both end up a giggling mess as you sway on the dance floor.

Eventually, you find your forehead pressed against Felix’s, calming down but still beaming at him.

“Hey… I want to say thank you,” you murmur. Your voice is low, but he’s so close so you know he hears you.

“I’m a really good dancer, I know,” he replies, chuckling. “No need to thank me.”

You smack him lightly on the shoulder with a huff of laughter. “No, I’m serious. Thank you for being my date tonight.”

“Of course,” his voice dips low again.

“You don’t have to keep up the act though, I think we’re believable enough,” you mutter, looking down at your feet.

Felix reels back at that, pulling his head away from yours to look at you. There’s a confused frown on his face. “Who’s acting?”

You avoid his eyes. “I just don’t want you to feel pressured to keep up a fake identity. You’ve definitely impressed everyone with the boyfriend treatment.”

“I’m not feeling pressured to do anything, Y/n. I’m acting this way because I enjoy doing it.” he mutters back intensely.

You roll your eyes. “Be for real, Felix. I know you don’t feel that way about me.”

“Who said I don’t feel that way about you?”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“Who’s lying?!”

“Shhh!” you whisper. Your voices weren’t raising too much to be heard over the music, but you still wanted to be cautious. “I don’t need you getting my hopes up like that.”

“Y/n, I swear…” Felix says, clenching his jaw, looking away from you while he composes himself. His hands find your waist, gripping into the fabric of your dress, looking you deep in the eye. “You want to talk about getting hopes up? You want to talk about long nights chatting and trying my baked goods even when I had work at 4 AM? Or brushing up against me and holding my hands while I help you with floral stuff? Being there for me when I need you, knowing you will drop everything at a moment’s notice to help me? Today is the first time I’ve ever felt like you might actually feel something for me after years of being obsessed with you.”

“What?” You halt in your tracks on the dance floor, shock freezing you in place. He leans back into you, pressing his forehead against yours with a sigh.

“I have loved you for ages now,” Felix murmurs, his eyes fluttering shut. “I’ve just been waiting for you to notice.”

You are silent, a thousand different emotions quaking through you as you listen to Felix confessing. Anger that he didn’t do it sooner. Fear that he might be lying. Shame that it took you this long to figure it out. But overwhelmingly you feel elation, your heart soars into your throat. Words escape you, knowing that there’s only one real way you can respond.

You grab him by the lapels and pull him into you, connecting your lips in one quick motion. His lips are plump and malleable, molding over yours as he gets lost in the feeling. He gasps, stealing the breath from your mouth, when he realizes what you’re doing. Pulling back slightly, he checks to see if you really want this, if your desire matches his. All he sees is your fierce gaze, dripping with lust as you lick your bottom lip, waiting for his response. This will change everything, but you’re ready to trust Felix as you fall.

His hands cup your cheeks as he swoops back down, capturing your lips again. Plush and warm, your lips gliding against one another, pulling his bottom lip into your mouth and nibbling lightly. You don’t care that you’re in view of everyone else at this reception, right in the middle of the dance floor. All you care about is the way Felix licks your bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss. You surge into him, tongues entwining, falling into him further as you both battle for dominance in this heated moment. Arousal sears through you as you press your pelvis into his as your hands clutch the material of his jacket. You lose track of time and space, all that matters is Felix and his constellation of freckles.

You hear someone cheer, some applause, even a wolf whistle. You detach from Felix long enough to realize that the attention is on the two of you. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you pull away slightly from Felix, sheepishly smiling at those around you. You notice Bobby and Peter off to the side, beers in hand, as the source of the wolf whistles. You’ve never been so happy to be so embarrassed.

The reception continues, the two of you continue to dance and steal kisses throughout the evening. There’s a kind of magic between the two of you on the floor, one that other people notice. After all the stress of the planning, prep, and setup, you feel all that melt away as Felix encircles you once more, singing along to some of the songs in his deep voice.

The night continues, most people are a few drinks in at this point. The dance floor is getting louder and messier. Shoes have been kicked off, faces are red from exertion, voices are slurred. You have been so wrapped up in Felix to do anything other than flitting around the dance floor, depending on the song that’s playing. You catch up with your friends and some of Johnny’s family members that you’re fond of, introducing Felix to them. They offer him warm welcomes and knowing smiles.

Jenny and Johnny are nowhere to be seen on the floor, staying behind their table for most of the evening. Jenny ventured onto the dance floor a few times for her bridesmaids, but for the most part, there’s a bit of a dark rain cloud over the newlyweds. Jenny leaves her new husband at the table and goes to whisper in the DJ’s ear.

The feedback from the mic squeals again as the DJ starts a new announcement. “Who’s ready for the bouquet toss?!”

You feel bodies move past yours, gathering into one area as Jenny stands at the front, ready to chuck the bouquet behind her head. One of your least favorite parts of any wedding, knowing how hard you worked on the bouquet. You and Felix stand off to the side to give the grabbing hands more room. Felix can’t be bothered to look at anything or anyone else in this room, staring at you with hearts in his eyes as he holds you at the waist.

“Just a heads up, I’m really bad at throwing!” Jenny says, with a grin as she turns around. She goes to fling it over her head towards the crowd, but it doesn’t go in a standard arc up and over. Somehow, physics worked differently with this bouquet. She tosses it over her head, it shoots out to the side, hitting Felix in the face.

He scrambles to pick up the bundle of flowers as it topples to the ground, spluttering through some of the pampas grass that got stuck to his mouth. The laughter that comes out of you is a deep belly laugh, you double over. Felix waits above you as you take a few moments to stop cackling in his face before he hands you the bouquet with a peck to your cheek. Even though there are a few disappointed faces in the crowd, you get another round of applause as you hold up the bouquet.

The mic squeals again, the constant interrupter of the evening, as Johnny grabs it suddenly out of the DJ’s hand. His eyes are bright and his cheeks are a ruddy shade of red, he’s definitely had too much to drink tonight.

“Yeah! Everyone give it up for Y/n!” he slurs into the mic. “Our florist and my ex!”

There are a few scattered claps of confusion from the crowd, unsure of what’s happening.

“We’re celebrating love tonight, me ‘n Jennyyyy,” he draws out the last syllable of his wife’s name, trying to sound cutesy. “Y/n, we’re so happy you finally found someone. We were starting…. to get worried!”

He takes a few gulps of air to calm his hiccups, you start to feel the color rise in your cheeks.

“Cuz…y’know. That clock…. Tick-tock, tick-tock!” He waggles his finger back and forth like a swinging clock pendulum. “And you chose the baker! Give it up for the baker everyone! He made the cake tonight…”

You and Felix just stare in shock at Johnny’s impromptu drunken rant. Your heart drops into your stomach. Why is he doing this to you?

“Y/n, why’s he so pretty? Too pretty for a guy, amiright? When… you first showed up with him… I thought! You had gone lesbian!” He guffaws into the mic. Peter, Bobby, and some of the other groomsmen start to make their way towards him from the back of the crowd, trying to get to their friend before he makes a bigger ass out of himself. Johnny takes another sip of his drink, “FUCK YOU GUYS, that’s funny! Hope you guys are happy, because I’m REALLY FUCKING HAP-”

Jenny yanks the mic out of Johnny’s hand, arguing with him in a low voice. Peter and Bobby come up to him, trying to grab him by the shoulders to take him out to the vineyard for some air. He tries to wrestle out of their grasp, shouting “HAPPIEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!” as they force him out of the reception.

At the same time as Johnny’s outburst, you’ve already turned on your heel, marching out of the reception through the main hall. You have no idea where you’re headed at this point, you just need to get away from all the chaos. Even though he was drunk, that gives him no right to insult you like that! Who the hell does Johnny think he is? Your face burns as the anger and embarrassment crash through you.

“Y/n, wait!” Felix catches up to you, grabbing your hand to get you to slow down.

You’re panting, trying to get as far away from the reception as possible, but you stop at Felix’s gentle grasp. As you turn, he pulls you into a tight hug.

“I could go beat his ass for you if you want. I have like… a lot of medals in taekwondo,” he says. Your heart rate starts to slow at the deep pressure he wraps around you. Somehow, you manage a small chuckle as all of the anger pumping through starts to dissipate.

“No, don’t do that,” you murmur into his shirt. Your eyes prick with tears, but you’re too mad to cry at the moment. “Just get me out of here.”

“Will do!” he says, pulling you in the direction of the main lobby. As you get to the door, he stops short. “Wait! I have to go grab you something! It’s important!”

Felix jogs away towards the kitchens, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You take a couple deep breaths, the summer evening air gentle and breezy still. It makes you so angry that Johnny needed to make himself feel big by trying to cut you down.

-Putting you on the spot like that and attempting to insult you was the perfect cherry on top of this shitty event for you. You had worked so hard to make their floral arrangement look good, roll with the punches when there were huge changes at the last minute, and take it on the chin when he tried to insult you again and again. Attempting to insult you by bringing up your fertility, sexual orientation, or commenting on anyone’s gender was laughable to you, that wasn’t the issue though. Your issue is that Johnny continued to be the worst version of himself in an attempt to be spiteful towards you. He ruined multiple people’s night, including his new bride, by shining his horrible spotlight on you.

Felix jogs back with a small paper box and fork balanced in hand. He grabs for your hand with his free one as he continues down the hallway. He peeks his head into one room, the groom’s dressing room, finding it empty. Pulling you inside, he whirls around and shuts the door. On the nearby vanity, he sets the box down, opening it gently.

“I made you something,” he says, handing you the box. You peer inside and it’s a slice of speckled cake with a light yellow frosting. “I knew you weren’t going to like the mint chocolate one, so I made sure to grab a slice of the earl grey with lemon before I left this morning. I remembered it was your favorite from that batch I made last week.”

Your eyes water at the gesture. Felix always remembers all the small details. He cares for you in a way you don’t even think about until it’s been sitting in front of your face for ages, plain as day. Of course Felix returns your feelings, he’s been so obvious about it now that you know! He would ruin his sleep schedule to stay with you, coax you to bed when you were too stubborn to do it yourself, bring you your favorite treats on your worst days without you asking - almost like he knew intrinsically what you needed. All the signs have been there for years that he wants to be more than your friend, your insecurities were just clouding the view.

“Felix…” you murmur. Setting down the cake, you bring your hand up to his cheek, caressing your thumb over his cheekbone before placing a chaste kiss onto his lips. You pour all of your unspoken feelings into this kiss. Pulling back, you say, “I’ve loved you for so long, I got too comfortable in the unrequited feeling. I always talked myself out it.”

“I know you’ve had some…baggage with dating in the past,” Felix says, gesturing to the outside, as if pointing to Johnny. “So I’ve been waiting for you to catch on at your own pace.”

You smile at him, like dawn breaking on your face. “I’ve caught on.”

He leans down to kiss you again, hands cupping your face gently like delicate porcelain. The crisp, clean scent of his cologne wafts over you, and your hands clench in the fabric of his shirt as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss.

“Wait, wait,” he murmurs against your lips. “I want you to try the cake first.”

You huff out a laugh. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously,” he says, biting his bottom lip with a smile.

With a feigned sigh, you pick up the box and fork, stabbing into the fluffy cake. You take one frosting heavy bite. It’s just like you remembered - the herbal flavor complementing the tender white cake with the tang of the lemon curd and frosting burst in your mouth. It’s a beautiful combination of sour and sweet. Felix watches your eyes flutter shut at the taste.

“Fuck, Felix, that’s delicious,” you say.

“Y/n, you’ve got a little-” Felix starts, tilting his head towards you.

“Oh my god!” you lick your lips, trying to get the extra frosting that escaped. Felix’s eyes are glued to your mouth, watching your tongue slide over your bottom lip. You thumb over the area, trying to wipe any excess off.

“Did I get it?”

“No, not like that,” Felix says as his eyes darken.

He grasps your chin in one hand, lifting ever so slightly, as his other hand drags a finger through the frosting of the cake, picking up a dollop, and smearing it on the side of your lip.

The touch is electric, eyes locked onto his as he brings that finger to his mouth again. He licks the rest of frosting off of it, gaze never leaving yours for a second, watching your eyes dilate with want. “Let me help.”

He drags your face towards him, his tongue lapping at the frosting he’s smeared on your lip, pulling your mouth to his. This kiss is different, all the chaste feelings are gone. All that’s left is pure lust, a deep desire to claim the thing you’ve both wanted for so long.

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alecvolturiswifeforever · 7 months ago

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Hiii ❤️ How about “i love it when you look at me like that” with whoever you feel matches this best?

the way you look at me 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ felix volturi x reader

warnings: none!

tag list: @your-next-daydream @agirllovespancakes @icefrozendeadlyqueen @iloveslasher @julesofvolterra @volturi-stuff

from this prompt list by @novelbear

The guard was catapulted toward you before you could process it, flying straight into your middle and knocking you to the floor. You hissed, throwing him off of you and pinning the poor trainee to the floor, growling and hissing in his face as he flinched away. You barely heard Demetri egging you on, eager to watch you rip off another head however you felt thick arms wrapped around your waist, lugging you off and trapping you against a solid chest. You squirmed and kicked against him, senses in overdrive and brain on fight mode.

“Darling. Relax, you’re okay. Let’s take a break.”

Hissing in his direction he frustratingly closed his hand around your neck, scolding your feral behaviour and prompting you out of the door as he did so.

“You may be my mate and I may be more lenient with you but you know I won’t tolerate disrespect, Y/N. Calm down and move your ass.”

Holding your ground for a second you glared daggers at him before choosing to back down, senses less heightened now that you were out of the training room and in the hallway. A soft breeze of air brushed against your skin, small sun rays shining through the stained windows and lighting the shadows in deep shades of colour. The scent of your mate walking directly next to you filled your senses as you stole an unneeded breath, soft sigh allowing the pent up tension to finally release, and you came to a halt outside one of the common rooms. Felix halted also, rubbing the small of your back comfortingly and you pulled yourself close, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“I am sorry for getting worked up,” You spoke against him “I don’t know why I still get so angry so easily.”

Felix sighed, running a hand up your back.

“It’s only been a year and a half, doll. Your instincts are still going to be on high alert.”

“Still, i’m sorry for hissing at you.” You pouted, and he smiled.

“All is forgiven, darling.” He watched as you pulled away, looking up at him with a wide smile on your face. The pupils of your eyes dilated as they took in every feature of his own face, your overdriven senses calming down as he brushed his thumb down the bridge of your nose. The movement rung out a soft purr from the back of your throat, closing your eyes contently before reopening them.

“I love it when you look at me like that…” He confessed suddenly, thumb still trailing across your face, now brushing your jaw. You pursed your lips, watching him.

“Like what?”

“With those big, beautiful eyes and that perfect little smile. You’re so beautiful, I don’t know what I ever did to deserve an angel like you.”

You tilted your head with a sweet smile, opting to press a kiss on his nose in response.

“You needn’t do anything but simply exist with me, my love.”

He was lucky you currently had your arms around him or else he feared he may have melted into a puddle right then and there.

“That I shall do, from now until the end of time, mon amour.”

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pyramid-of-starrs · 1 year ago

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seriously I'm so interested in your story about vampire minho and biting likeeee cannot wait ❣️

The Mansion in the woods

Kinktober request: 5 Vampire Leeknow, Biting

Pairing: Vampire LeeKnow x afab reader

Summary: You decided to take a scary camping trip with your friends and end up exploring the mansion in the woods. You find a ring that changes the entire course of your life.

Word Count: 3.0K

Kink: Biting

Warning: Biting, blood, fangs, unprotected sex

A/N: I was on vacation but I'm back lol, this isn't great but enjoy!

Minors dni

"Okay Y/N you're next, truth or dare?" I.N asked as he took a swig of his beer and asked as the fire cracked louder, the cold fall winds blew but the alcohol and blazing campfire kept you and your friends warm. The sweater given to you by your crush Han also kept you pretty cozy. You and a few of your friends decided to do a random camping trip this fall and when your best friend Yuna told you that Han and his friends would be there you were all in. After a long day of failed fishing and hiking you and your friends ate then the boys made a fire for everyone to sit around, a few shots and beers later you all started playing truth or dare, Chan having to jump in the freezing river naked and Lia having to tell the truth about her and Felix, now it was your turn.

"Dare." You answered trying to seem cool for everyone.

"Hmm... I dare you to spend the night at that creepy mansion in the woods." Right, the whole reason you were there in the first place, Changbin had heard a rumor about this older mansion deep in the woods and suggested that the group all go visit it. Yeji and a few of the other girls said it would be too scary, so the group landed on just camping nearby.

"By herself ?? Nah man pick something else." Han interjected, it made your face hot the way he jumped in to protect you.

"Then you go with her bodyguard Han." Chan said in a mocking tone.

"Why don't you go since you're the one suggesting it." Ryujin jumped in, everyone started to argue back and forth then you spoke up.

"Why don't we all go, it could be like a test of courage to see who can stay the longest, that was originally supposed to be the point of this trip anyways right?" when you finished talking everyone looked around at each other.

...

After about a 15 minute walk the group made it, everyone stood in front of the abandoned home after all the boys worked together to pry the mansions rusted gates open.

"Well... ladies first." Seungmin said then Changbin punched him in the arm.

"Come on guys, it can't be that bad right?" Hyunjin said looking at everyone hoping someone would agree. After much hesitation the group finally entered the house. The foyer was dusty but overall, the house was actually in much better shape than you thought it would be outside of the dust, vines and cobwebs. Everyone ventured deeper into the home, eventually everyone split up into their own groups, your heart was racing from fear but also because now you were alone with Han.

"Stay behind me Y/N, here hold my hand." Han reached his hand back for you to grab it as you both continued to walk but you tripped over a deep crack in the floor and fell on top of him instead. That's how you ended up here on top of your crush, both of you just gazing at each other.

"S-sorry, I tripped." You stuttered out, your brain started to short circuit.

"Y/N I.N told me you liked me, is that true?" he looked directly into your eyes and your face was flushed.

"Y-yeah."

Han wasted no time after your confirmation and kissed you, once you were over your state of shock you kissed him back, leaning deeper into him, you didn't think your first time with Han would be on the dirty floor of a possibly haunted mansion but the way he was gripping your ass and his tongue was exploring your mouth who knows. As the kiss continued the door to the room flew open and it startled the both of you, you looked back to see Chan with the group of your friends.

"See, I told ya'll they were fucking not killed by a ghost." Seungmin said, embarrassment written all over your face. You got up and helped Han up on the way up.

"Well, I'm so glad you two were in here getting chummy, come on lets go Ryujin fell and twisted her ankle, so we have to take her back to base camp." Chan said, you looked over to see Changbin holding Ryujin on his back. The group exited the room and left you and Han there.

“Let's head back then." He looked at you and smiled, while on your way out you saw a something bling in the corner of your eye under one of the chairs in the room, as Han continued out the room you ran over to investigate, it was a ring with a dark purple jewel in the middle, something about it was so alluring. You picked it up and it was almost like a voice telling you to put the ring on, you slid it onto your ring finger, and it fit perfectly, suddenly the rooms temperature drastically dropped, before you could acknowledge it Han called your name and you left.

...

It's been a week since the camping trip and everything was back to normal, you hadn't talk to Han about the kiss but honestly that was the last thing on your mind right now. You have barely been able to sleep since that day, always feeling like someone is watching you in the distance even when you are home alone or in your room, hearing a very random yet familiar voice in your head trying to tell you something and you keep having dreams about a man, a very handsome man that you never met before. The dream would be about you in the house in the forest, when you walked in the man just stood there with beautiful silver hair and gorgeous red eyes, you know you've never met this man before yet his aura felt so familiar, every time you tried to get closer to him you were awaken from your sleep. Later that night you decided that tonight would be the night that you would confront the man in your dreams. You laid down for bed and there you were, back in the forest standing in front of the abandoned mansion, when you walked through the doors you saw him standing at the top of the stairs looking down at you.

"W-who are you?" you yelled out, however that man didn't respond, instead he continued to watch you with a grin on his face.

"What do you want? Are you the one that's been watching me ?" again no response.

"Do you know me?" he slightly giggled at your question and stopped toying with you.

"Come back to see me if you want me to answer your questions my love." He walked away, his figure disappearing into the dark hallways of the mansion, before you could ask any more you were woken up, you were drenched in sweat and your mouth was dry, you needed to find out who this mystery man was.

...

You couldn't wait anymore and took a cold shower to wash off your sweat then got dressed and headed to the woods. You found yourself standing in front of the mansion door, you pushed the old door open and entered the foyer like in your dreams. You stood in the middle of the room and looked around to find no one but the room was chilled, you shivered and flashed your light around the room to find nothing.

"Hello?" you yelled out, no response but there was a whisper.

"Come to me my love..." You heard the voice echo, it came from up the stairs. You walked up the stairs, you felt beckoned to the master bedroom, you could see a light coming from under the door. You entered the bedroom, it was a decorated room with a large bed with red and black sheets and a comforter, the room with had electricity and was the only part of the house that was warm.

"Hello?" you called out again, that when the door to the connected bathroom open, steam seeped out and a man with a towel on came out. He had another towel to dry his wet hair, he tossed it to the side then gripped the towel sitting on his waist.

"You've finally arrived my love." the man’s cat like sharp eyes met yours and it made your heart skip a beat.

"Wh-who are you?" you asked hesitantly.

The man walked over to you, he stopped just in front of you, the room got cold, but you could feel the heat of his damp body. You looked down as your face started to heat up, he placed his fingers on your chin and lifted your face.

"Your heart, mind and body didn't tell you beloved ? I am the man of your dreams."

Thats when your eyes got wide, and you darted your eyes to his.

"It's you... you're the guy from my dreams, how? Why? What are y-" before you could spew anymore questions, he silenced you by kissing your lips. Though the kiss caught you off guard you didn't stop him at first since the kiss felt warm and welcoming, this wasn't like the kiss you shared with Han, for some reason this had meaning. Eventually you pushed off of him, his body stayed firm, and you took steps back.

"What are you doing?!" you demanded an answer, the man giggled at you.

"I guess I'll introduce myself, I am Minho, the owner of this house and your fiancé." as he talked, you lifted your eyebrow at the last part.

"Fiancé???" you questioned, and he smiled.

"Yes my love, fiancé, the ring you put on that you found in our home, it's an enchanted item I brought with me from home, it's meant to only be able to be worn by my soulmate, meaning only my true love can wear it, Truthfully I lost it years ago and gave up on finding love. I thought I was damned to roam this world alone for an eternity, that is until you came along and found it. Once you slipped it onto your lovely finger, we became soul bonded." He moved his hand from your chin to cup you hand bring it to his lips to kiss the ring, the beautiful purple jewel on the ring glowed for a moment and your heart started to beat faster.

"Wait, what do you mean for eternity... what are you?" Minho knew the question would come up at some point but he was surprised you caught on so fast, many humans can't tell he isn't one of them, instead of answering you he flashed his red eyes and open his mouth slightly, his k9 teeth began to grow into fangs and his nails grew into sharp talons. You stepped back a bit to drink in his slightly different appearance.

"Oh my god so you're saying accidentally soul bonded myself to a fucking vampire?" you said as you started to panic.

" Well, I'm old fashioned and prefer the name Nosferatu but yes vampire works as well. It's funny when I lured you and your friends to my manor my only intention was to drain you all but finding you, my love, was the ultimate outcome, I'll even forgive you for kissing that peasant human boy." His teeth and nails reverted back to normal, and he walked over to the bed to sit down.

"Right, Han... I've been so focused on thinking about you that I haven't went to see him... so, what happens now?" You questioned.

"Well, before we can marry, I have to turn you so we can spend our lives together." once he finished, he waved his hand for you to come closer, so you walked over to him.

"How would you do that, do you just bite me?" He smiled at you once you finished your question.

"Yes, but don't worry." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his lap, he crossed his hands over your waist and placed his lips on your neck, you were both facing the same direction so you couldn't see what he was doing which made you feel shy. "I'll make this fun for both of us."

Minho reached his hand into your pants and slowly ran his fingers over your panty covered clit, a soft moan left your lips as his other hand reached for your breast and began to gently massage your fleshy mound. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder exposing you beautiful neck to him, a devious smile flashed on his face. you had your eyes closed then you felt a sting sensation on your neck and a feeling of liquid running down, you yelped at the pain but the sensation felt amazing, Minho had sunk his teeth into you, he removed his fangs from your neck and he started to lick up the blood, before you could enjoy the feeling of his tongue fully a burning sensation rushed through your body.

"Ah, Minho... I feel so hot." you said as you felt your body heating up and becoming more sensitive, suddenly the feeling of his fangs touching you and was driving you crazy.

"Don't worry beautiful, that’s just my venom entering your blood stream, I have to bite you a few more times so you can be nice and full of me." once he finished his moved his hands from your core to your waistband to inch your panty and pants off, you helped him because you wanted him, right now. Once your pants were off you spread your legs wide for him, he moved his fingers back to your core, you hadn't noticed how wet you were for him as he slid his 2 fingers into you with ease. Your moans could be heard throughout the empty mansion as he continued to work his digits in and out of your needy cunt and his tongue danced around the new holes on your neck until he kissed his way to your shoulder blade. The pace of his fingers sped up, your moans getting louder as you felt your climax on the rise, your hips bucked as you felt his pipe hard length growing under his towel, he detached his lips from your shoulder.

"Cum for me my love." He continued to pump his fingers into you, as you focused on how amazing his fast pace felt, you felt him bite into your shoulder, you yelled out a string of moans feeling your shoulder throb with pain as his fangs dug deep into you. You covered his fingers in cum as he pulled them out slowly and brought them to your lips, he didn't need to say anything you opened wide and took his digits into your hot mouth as you sucked all of your slick off of them, he popped his fingers from your mouth and you huffed and puffed heavily. You had never felt this way before, your entire body was hot like you had a fever, yet you were shivering, all you wanted was Minho, he was the only thing on your mind, the only want.

"Please, Minho, please fuck me, I need you so bad, I need your dick in me please." you started to beg, a tear sat at the corner of your eyes as you continued to buck your hips, your pussy was leaking and needy still.

"Of course my queen, I'll fill you up with my venom and my cum." he gently laid your hot body back onto the bed and crawled up to you, he clicked the bedside lamp off and removed the remainder of your clothes along with his towel, he couldn't help but to stop and stare as he looked over your body as it shined in the moonlight. "How was I so lucky to find such a beautiful wife." Your face heated up as he complimented you.

"When I take you home one day everyone will be so jealous of my beautiful wife, so perfect and made just for me." He continued as he gripped your legs and pulled you closer them placed them on his shoulders. He lined his dick up with your entrance then slowly sank into you, you felt like screaming, the sensation was like no other, you needed every inch of him in you, you felt feral like a wild animal in heat, he bottomed out in you then watched your face to make sure you were comfortable.

"Please, Minho, fuck me, break me." You begged, and he listened, he didn't waste another second and started to drill into you deeply, his long dick reaching your spot easily as he beat down your gummy walls with no hesitation.

"I'm going to make you all mine Y/N, would you like that?" he groaned out as your walls squeezed him.

"Yes please~ Make me all yours Minho, I want to be yours, I want to belong to only you." He hissed at your words, his pace becoming sloppy and animalistic, your tears started to flow as he pounded into, he drew his fangs once again you watched his eyes glow as his pupils split like a cat then he bit into your thigh, you yelled out once again as you came, you felt a rush of his seed begin to spill into your core, it was hot as he filled you up, he removed his teeth from your thigh and sucked and licked your blood, he wiped your blood from his mouth then laid next to you.

You both breathed heavily then you cupped his face and kissed him deeply, the metallic taste of your blood still on his tongue, you pulled back the kiss then pulled him into your body, he pulled the covers over your naked forms and held you tightly.

"Minho, I love you?" you said.

"I love you too beautiful and please, you can call me Lino, Minho is my royal court name." he said as he kissed your forehead

"Royal court??"

"I'll explain it later."

#kinktober 2023 #writenbypyramidofstars #leeknow smut #lee minho x reader #minho x reader #lee minho smut #lino smut #lino x reader #minho x you #minho smut #skz smut #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut

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baenyth · 2 months ago

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Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 5-24: The Beginning of the End: NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE

NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE Watermelon NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE

Why does Marinette's voice sound so deep in the intro, now that I think about it? Why specifically this season? Because it's season 5?

Well, at least the show's not hypocritical about calling the news forcing couples bad.

Deepfakes

Oh, right. this. Feligami is like breaking up with Mega Man only to start dating Mega Man?, who is a different character from Mega Man that appeared in Powered-Up and is essentially just Mega Man but an evil binch. He's prevalent in 8-bit deathmatch.

"Fuck it! I'm revealing my identity to Marinette!"

Oh right. This. You think they'd celebrate Chloe's Public Execution the same way? Now I'm getting into watching people suffer.

Spotlight

Oh hey. Kagami knows Ladybug's identity! Awesome! Not awesome that she's sharing it with Mr. Genocide over here, though.

Wait, she knows Ladybug's identity as well but was akumatized twice and Hawkmoth didn't notice. Damnit, there's no excuse for sending Luka to Brazil now!

Warped-ahh voice

Eh. Close enough for me. Now do the other two.

The White Rabbit

Why does she look so much more dying now?

Here it comes!

That's it? That's the nightmares? A single image? And the character who's all about the plight of being seen now has the worst nightmare of her supposed father breaking a guitar? Rose's was pretty immature, too.

Baby doll

Tired of his dad's shit

Oh boy. Gabriel-Marinette parallels. This relationship is doomed.

Cowboy-ass mf

Cool motive. Still working with a terrorist supervillain and committing genocide.

Welp, there goes Felix's integrity.

Couldn't he call Ladybug for a quick Lucky Charm and big bang?

Oh. Nevermind.

Oh. Double nevermind.

The foosball dungeon

Yep, I'm undergoing my villain arc. Anyone have any fics that simultaneously show how horrendous Adrienette would be and gives Felix plenty of consequences for his actions or am I just going to have to imagine having my own villain arc where I become something inbetween the Toymaker and Bill Cipher and be a silly whimsical creature that loves to play games while also being a sinister dealmaker that might remove your eyes if you lose my quiz show and mess with reality even without the Two Miraculouses?

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #ml chat noir #ml critical #kagami tsurugi #juleka disrespect #rose disrespect #kagami disrespect #disrespecting all my favorite girls!#tsk #tsk.#villain arc

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depressedhouseplant · 8 months ago

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🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 63 🔞

Prompt - Phone Sex: Bored & lonely in his hotel room, Hyunjin calls his ex to see if he’s up for some international highs

Tags: Masturbation (anal fingering), non-famous Felix / famous Hyunjin (don’t hit up your ex when you just want to nut. Bad plan), dirty talk, Felix is mean, seriously don’t hit up your ex when you just want to nut, degradation, unrequited feelings

A/N: This one kinda got away from me. Sorry about the end

Felix picked up on the third ring.

“Hyunjin?” he asked.

“Yeah, uh, hi,” the other man replied.

“Isn’t it like midnight there?” Felix questioned.

“One in the morning,” Hyunjin told him.

“And you’re calling me because?” Felix put his gym bag down and went back to his room. He knew exactly why his ex was calling.

“I’m bored. And lonely,” Hyunjin said.

“And horny,” Felix added.

“Yes, and horny,” the other man admitted.

“Don’t you have a ton of other models you could be hooking up with right now?” Felix asked.

“Yeah. A few of them even offered at the after party, but I don’t want them,” Hyunjin replied. “I want you.”

“We broke up for a reason, you know,” Felix sighed.

“Which wasn’t the sex,” Hyunjin added.

“So what do you want?” Felix asked.

“Can you do that thing you used to do back when I was first traveling a lot?” he asked.

“Talk dirty to you while you jerk off?” Felix asked.

“Please?” Hyunjin sounded so pathetic, Felix’s resolve crumbled immediately. He knew he shouldn’t have even picked up the phone, but Hyunjin was right. They didn’t break up because their sex life was lacking.

“Turn on your video. I want to watch you,” Felix said. He propped his phone up on the bedside table and the notification for a video came through.

Hyunjin was only in his underwear, the outline of his cock visible.

“And why do you still have those on?” Felix asked.

“Should I take them off?” he asked.

“Yes, yes you should,” Felix replied. “And I want to watch you to finger yourself. Want you to work for it since you interrupted my morning.”

“I didn’t bring any lube,” Hyunjin replied.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to figure something out then,” Felix shrugged. Hyunjin chewed the inside of his cheek, then spit on his finger.

“What about you?” Hyunjin asked.

“I’ll join in if I feel like it. Right now I’m wondering why you’re only starting with one finger? I thought your whore ass could take more than that?” Felix taunted.

“I haven’t had sex in a while,” Hyunjin admitted.

“That’s a shock,” Felix replied. Hyunjin was quiet for a moment and Felix knew exactly what he was trying not to say. “Well?”

Hyunjin spit in his hand again and got two fingers wet. He reached behind his back.

“Turn around. I want to see you stuffed with your own fingers,” Felix instructed. Hyunjin turned around so his ass was facing the camera and slowly slid two fingers into his ass.

“Now what?” Hyunjin looked over his shoulder.

“Now get yourself off. I know you’re a model, but you’re not that stupid,” Felix replied. There was an edge to the insult beyond Hyunjin’s usual degradation kink. His job was one of the major reasons they broke up. His gig with Versace was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He was gone more than he was home and Felix needed more than two days of marathon sex between events.

“Right, yes,” Hyunjin replied. He began fucking himself on his fingers as Felix watched.

“Add another one,” Felix told him after a few minutes. Hyunjin did as he was told. “I know you know where your prostate is. How about you focus on that instead?”

Hyunjin nodded, adjusted himself on his fingers, and began to work his prostate. Felix could tell when Hyunjin started to grunt and flex his shoulders that he was getting close.

“Turn around. I at least want to see the money shot,” Felix said. Hyunjin shuffled so he was facing the front again, his cock deep red and oozing.

“Say it,” Hyunjin gasped.

“Say what? You’re nothing but a stupid slut? All looks and no brains? You’ll open your legs for anyone no matter how much you try to convince me otherwise? Or do you just want to hear that dumb sluts don’t deserve anything other than being someone’s fucktoy?” Felix replied. He watched as Hyunjin came all over the sheets, come shooting out of his cock in spurts. Felix looked down at his lap. He was still soft. Not a surprise.

Hyunjin pulled his fingers out and looked at the camera. He was sweaty and flushed.

“Thanks,” he panted.

“Sure,” Felix shrugged. “Anything else?”

“I…no, no that’s it,” he replied.

“Have a good night. Or morning. Or whatever,” Felix said.

“You too,” Hyunjin was still trying to catch his breath. Felix ended the call before Hyunjin could say anything else. Then before he lost his nerve, he hit the “block” button.

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #hyunlix #hyunjin x felix

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sweatyracoon · 14 days ago

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Curious Hearts

A/n: I thought of this one night and decided to write it. I hope it's okay. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, obsessed Hyunjin, dom Seungmin, anal, degrading, nickname (pretty), sub space, MDNI! virgin Hyunjin, virginity loss

Felix and Han were roommates, and Seungmin and Hyunjin were roommates. The four of them shared a floor while the others were below them on the second floor, the Tennant's unwilling to switch apartments.

They didn't mind much. That just meant that the four of them were close.

Hyunjin had a lingering crush on Seungmin, and has had one ever since their debut. It left but always ended up creeping back.

He would often watch his fancams and silly videos made by fans, observing how he turned from a cute puppy to something more fierce, his maturing features not helping either.

And his voice! Whenever he would tease others, he would drop it a few octaves, his eyes turning into slits as he poked at the others, trying to get a reaction.

He never did it to Hyunjin, however. He was almost angelic when near him, and though he loved that side of his puppy, he wished he would use that voice on him.

He had told Felix about all of this, and he was so supportive. His jaw dropped however at the last words from the previous conversation.

"I really want him to take my virginity Lix. It practically hurts," He whined, not noting that Han was in the kitchen behind them.

And Han had to go and blab, being him. He just couldn't handle the information, finding it hilarious. Seungmin didn't, however.

When Hyunjin woke up the next morning, he immediately went to make coffee for both he and Seungmin as he normally does, not noting that Seungmin himself was sitting on the couch in the living room waiting for him.

He quietly made his way to the unsuspecting boy, corning him against the counter, his chest pressed flush against his back.

Hyunjin paused, thinking nothing of it.

"Is this right?" He asked the younger, motioning to the cup on the counter.

"Is it true?" His voice was deep, which made Hyunjin flinch, the sound making his body react.

"What?" He tried to turn, but Seungmin wouldn't let him. He didn't realize how strong Seungmin was, feeling the heat from his skin.

"You want me to take your virginity?" His low voice was now a whisper, and Hyunjin felt his soul rush from his body. The breath from him tickling his ear.

"I almost feel honored," Seungmin teased, licking the shell of his ear, bringing one arm up to drag it along his forearm. "But I had to hear it from someone else, Jinnie,"

Hyunjin shuddered when Seungmin interlaced his fingers with his own, his mind suddenly fuzzy and empty, unable to respond the way he wanted to.

"Han of all people, Jinnie," he tsked, pulling Hyunjin to face him. "Want me that bad, huh?" He grinned, noticing the dazed look in Hyunjins eyes, his breathing shallow.

All he could do was nod, making Seungmins head tilt, grin fading.

"Can't speak, Jinnie?" Concern laced his tone, but Hyunjin could tell Seungmin was finding it attractive.

He shook his head, gulping as his eyes slipped from the youngers down his perfect body. He could feel drool forming in his mouth at the sight.

"Do you want this?" Seungmin leaned forward, teasing him, letting his nose brush against his.

"Y-yes...please," was all he could whine before he leaned forward, capturing Seungmin into a kiss.

Seungmin immediately took charge, wrapping his arms around Hyunjins torso, pinning him back against the counter, a small sound coming from him only to be swallowed by the younger.

Seungmin groped at his ass, Hyunjin gasping into the kiss, allowing Seungmin to slip his tongue in, dancing his around Hyunjins as his knee pushed his legs apart, his knee resting against his bulge.

Hyunjin had to break the kiss as he moaned loudly, having never been touched like this by another person. It was so much.

Seungmin grinned as he watched Hyunjin tilt his head back, grinding against his knee.

"Want more..." Hyunjin groaned, the bulge in his neck bobbing from swallowing so much, the drool pooling in his mouth now more apparent.

"More? You want more, pretty?" Seungmin felt Hyunjin twitch in his sweats at the pet name, making him smile.

"You like that? You want me to treat you like a dog in heat, huh?" Hyunjin moaned loudly, grabbing onto Seungmin tightly, grinding harder onto his leg.

Seungmin had no intention of being mean, at least not this time. His words were empty promise, coaxing Hyunjin to finish like he deserved. He watched his face contort in pleasure, nipping at his neck when Hyunjin leaned forward against him.

"You gonna cum, pretty?" He whispered in his ear, earning a shudder and a loose nod.

Seungmin took the chance to force his hand under his shirt, flicking and playing with his sensitive nipples, and then he felt it.

The small shudder that rippled through his body before he stilled, his face turning into a pleasing frown like when he eats, a loud moan coming from his throat as his orgasm crashed onto him. It was the most beautiful thing Seungmin had ever seen.

After it rushed from him, his body became limp, leaning against Seungmin. His breathing slowly went back to normal before he nuzzled against him, sighing into his neck.

"You okay, Jinnie?" Seungmin asked, his voice at it's regular tone as he rubbed Hyunjins back.

It took a while for him to respond, but when he did, it was high and needy.

"More, Minnie, please... Wan' more," Hyunjin didn't sound like himself. He sounded almost childish, which told Seungmin exactly what was going on.

He was in sub space. Seungmin didn't realize how sensitive he was, and figured that if he and Hyunjin were going to continue after this, he would need to be careful not to push him too far.

"You sure, pretty? You seem pretty tired."

The whine that came from him was loud, and almost made Seungmin flinch. Hyunjin palmed at Seungmin in need, touching everywhere he could while leaning against him.

"Come here, Pretty. Let's go to the room okay? You need to lie down," Seungmin explained as softly as he could, leading him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Hyunjin made grabby hands at Seungmin, making him grin but giving in anyway, laying next to him as his neck was attacked with wet kisses, small whines coming from him occasionally.

Seungmin liked seeing Hyunjin so needy, and was flattered that he could let go so easily with him. It made him feel wanted.

"Please touch me," He heard from Hyunjin as he licked his collar bone, making Seungmins breath hitch.

"Come here," He nearly growled, suddenly feeling a surge of need ripple through him.

He sat Hyunjin on his lap, leaning into his neck to leave purple bruises. He tugged at his sweats before his own, quickly discarding any piece of clothing he could before Hyunjin moaned loudly as he fisted his own cock.

Seungmin watched in a daze, amazed at how beautiful he was despite the tears and drool. It almost made him look unreal, and he couldn't wait any longer. He leaned over him, cooing as the tears fell on his face.

"You okay, pretty? Want me to take your virginity, still?"

All he got in response was heavy breathing and an aggressive nod, his eyes boring into Seungmins with want.

He growled as he pushed his fingers into the boys mouth, groaning at how he sucked without instruction, his mind suddenly blank as he focuses on the feeling.

His wet muscle worked his fingers until the throbbed at the suction.

Hyunjin whined, reminding Seungmin what he was about to do. He removed his fingers, Hyunjin following, not wanting to let go. Seungmin shhed him as he brought it down to his entrance, teasing the rim with his own spit, making him squirm underneath him.

"Stay still. I don't want it to hurt, okay?" Seungmin looked into his eyes, hoping to comfort him before slowly pressing one finger in, groaning at the tightness.

Hyunjin immediately whimpered, not used to the feeling, however he wasn't not enjoying it. He loved the feeling of being breached by his crush, his tongue poking out of his mouth slightly at the feeling.

Seungmin pumped into him, waiting before pushing another finger in. It made the older howl as his back lifted from the bed, his eyes squeezed shut.

"You okay, pretty? Tell me how you feel," Seungmin commanded as he watched his fingers get sucked into him.

"So good..I need y-you, please!" Hyunjin writhed under him again, feeling too empty to his liking all of a sudden.

Seungmin chuckled darkly as he brought his fingers out, wiping them on the bed before reaching for his night stand, grabbing the lube.

He made sure he was covered before lining himself at his entrance, slowly pushing in.

The tip was barely in before Hyunjin started whining, grasping at Seungmin for purchase. It felt so good, and he was barely in. He knew Seungmin wanted to ease him into it, but he needed more and he needed it now.

His legs wrapped around Seungmins hips, and before Seungmin could stop him, he pushed his legs against his back, forcing him to bottom out quicker than he intended.

Seungmin let out a loud groan, the constriction on his cock too much for him. Hyunjin whined, moaning as he felt the cock within him twitch. The stretch felt so good, and he wished he could bottle the feeling.

"What the fuck?" Seungmin hissed, the muscles in his arms tightening as he fought the urge to pound into the boy below him.

"Move, please!" Hyunjin moaned, shifting his hips.

Seungmin looked at him with a dazed look, admiring him. He couldn't help but listen, seeing that his ass was so ready for him to take. He slowly thrusted in and out at first, watching the impatience of Hyunjin as he tried meeting his thrusts.

His little whines with each thrust turned into loud moans as Seungmin.started pounding into him at a fast pace, both now vocal with their pleasure.

He kept going, his pace faltering as he neared his orgasm, feeling Hyunjins hole clench around him, closing to his own as well.

Seungmin took the chance to grab Hyunjins cock, and stroked it to match his pace, earning a scream followed by a whimper. It was enough to make Seungmins orgasm crash onto him, filling Hyunjin full of his seed.

After being filled to the brim, Hyunjin stilled as he came, a silent scream was all he give as he felt it release onto his stomach.

Seungmin watched, loving the view. He pulled out after pushing them through both of their highs, quickly rushing to clean them both up. After that, he noticed Hyunjin coming back to him normal state, and curled under the covers with him.

"That was amazing, Seungmin."

He smiled, his heart fluttering.

"Is it what you wanted?" Seungmin asked. He wished he knew before, so he could've spent the last seven years loving him how he deserved.

"It was better," He smiled before drifting off to sleep.

Seungmins eyes widened, not expecting that answer. His heart swelled with pride as he draped his arm over the other, drifting to sleep himself as he breathed in Hyunjins scent.

BONUS:

"Yo! Did you hear that, Lix? Their doing it!" Han squealed from his room, making Felix shake his head with a small smile.

"I don't want to think about that image, Han," He giggled, covering his ears.

"Just wait til I see them next," Han grinned, waggling his brows at Felix. "They're going to hate me."

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writingforstraykids · 1 year ago

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Addicted to you - Chp.6

Pairing: Minchan (mention of ot8)

Word Count: 5015

Summary: Minho misinterprets a message of Chan and climbs his balcony despite his fear worried for him. Chan finally opens up to him about what's been worrying him. Another fight during dance practice makes Chan realize how much he's hurting Minho and he has his own way to fix things.

Warnings/Tags: angst (!), acrophobia, panic attack, lots of tears, fluff, smut, dom!chan, sub!minho, rough!chan

A/N: This one starts out a little dark but I promise it's not as bad as it seems at first😅 ~ Moon🌙

Chp. 5 | Chp. 7

Did something tear a hole, leave you in a wasteland? Did you feel it in your bones, like life slipped right through your hands? I won't let you down, I won't let you down I'll carry you I'll Carry You - Tommee Profitt, Stephen Stanley

Minho groaned softly and turned to his side, glancing at his phone to check the time. He was still unable to sleep due to his argument with Chan, and it started to piss him off. Should he go and check on him again? Apologize for saying he could deal with that shit on his own? He sighed and rolled his eyes at himself. That would only end in the same mess as before.

A message popped up, and Minho frowned softly, seeing it was Chan. "What the hell does he want now?" he wondered, given the time. Minho turned on his back, sighing, and opened the message. "What?" he asked, seeing the very long text message.

My dear Min,

When you get this, I already did something you'll probably hate me for. I can't blame you because I'd feel the same way. I wish I didn't have to do this to all of you, leaving like that, but I see no other way anymore and…

…

Nevertheless, I will always love you and am so proud of you. I know you'll do great and take great care of our kids. I hope you can forgive me one day.

In love until we meet again, Channie.

Minho skipped from the beginning to the end, shooting up from his bed and throwing his phone aside. He rushed out of his room blindly running down the hallway until he reached Chan's room and loudly knocked. He didn't get an answer, and he knocked again, louder this time. "Chan, I swear I'll kick your ass if you don't let me in right now!" he snapped. Still, no answer. "Fuck, what do I do?" he asked himself, getting panicked. Without thinking much, he opened the door to Felix's room and woke the younger one up.

"Min?" he asked sleepily and sat up, seeing how upset he looked. "What's wrong?"

"Chan" was all he got out, and he felt tears burning in his eyes.

"What did he do?" Felix asked worriedly and got up.

"I think he's about to do something really stupid, but he won't let me inside to stop him," Minho whispered, and Felix's eyes widened as Minho told him about the message. Minho stepped onto Felix's balcony and saw that Chan's wasn't that far away. "I might know a way to reach him."

"Minho, you're afraid of heights; you can't possibly think-."

"Shut it, please," he told him, knowing he'd panic if Felix would continue. "Promise me not to tell anyone about this, I swear I'll be back with you as soon as I can."

"Okay, knock twice if you need help, once if everything's okay," Felix told him and hugged him close. "Deep breaths, Minho."

"What the fuck is going on?" Changbin suddenly appeared behind them with Jisung next to him.

"Not now, guys," Minho told them sharply and took a deep breath.

"Something's wrong with Chan," Felix simply said.

"He has a door?" Jisung frowned.

"No shit, smartass," Minho groaned.

"He doesn't open," Felix explained.

Minho needed a long moment to convince himself before climbing over the balustrade and standing at the edge of the balcony. His fear of heights kicked in full force, and he gripped the balustrade tightly. "Don't look down, don't look down," he told himself, reaching over to Chan's balcony with one hand.

"Fuck, I can't watch that shit tell me when he's over there," Jisung said and stepped back into Felix's room.

Once he got a grip on it, he carefully moved one leg over there and pulled himself onto the edge of Chan's balcony. Minho whimpered softly and barely found the strength in himself to hold on. "Channie hyung, please," he begged, a few tears running down his cheeks as he gasped for air.

"Lix, baby?" Changbin asked softly.

"I don't know, Binnie," he shook his head, his heart racing as Chan finally opened the door to his balcony.

“Minho, what the fuck?!” he snapped at him and rushed over, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked and grunted as he lifted him up. “Help me out a little?”

Minho’s panic kicked in full force, and he gave himself a push, struggling over the balcony balustrade. Chan crashed down on the floor with him, moaning at the impact but still holding onto him. Minho’s jaw hit the floor, making him wince in pain; that would leave a bruise. He pushed himself off Chan and stumbled inside, gasping for air, trying to remind himself he was back on solid ground. Chan quickly followed him inside and slammed the door shut, wondering what was happening.

"And we're supposed to take it like that?" Changbin frowned.

"Chan's clearly not feeling well at the moment; Min knows what he's doing," Felix said firmly.

"Didn't look like it," Jisung spoke up.

"They'll tell us if something bad's going on. Now, let Minho handle things with Channie. We should all get some sleep," Felix said and gently shoved them out of his room. He sat down on his bed, knowing he wouldn't sleep until Minho would've knocked…at least Chan seemed to be more or less okay.

"Minho, what the fuck?" Chan asked, shocked, and wrapped his arms around him from behind. Minho sobbed in fear and leaned into him, curling up a little. Chan got the message and hugged him very tightly, knowing the pressure would help him focus on something other than his panic. “Deep breaths, Min, you’re safe,” he told him, and Minho’s breathing started to get more even again.

Minho turned in his arms and started punching his chest weakly. "You're damn right; I fucking hate you," he whimpered. "Why didn't you open the door?"

"I wanted to be alone," Chan answered quietly, still not quite picking up on his emotional state or why he had been on his balcony.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Minho pressed out. "I had to climb on your balcony from Felix's."

"You..what?" he asked shocked. "I thought you were scared of heights?"

"This is me being scared of it, you fucking idiot," he snapped at him and pulled back. "But that message scared me more."

"That…what?" He pulled his hands back from his arms, and guilt flooded his eyes.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Minho asked through tears. "I've been asking you to open up for weeks, I thought you trusted me. I held you every damn night, Chan, I gave you a thousand chances to tell me what's wrong. And now a text message is all I get?"

Chan's eyes filled with tears rapidly, and he hung his head low. "I can't do this anymore."

"Do what exactly?" Minho asked firmly.

"There are people during my live, beneath videos or pictures of me telling me all the things they hate about me, and I believe them. Some even told me to hurt myself or end my life," he told him.

"And your solution is doing exactly that? Chan, you can't be serious," Minho tried, growing more gentle as his own fear slowly subsided. "What about your parents? What about your siblings? What am I supposed to tell them?" he asked, and Chan stared at him with wide eyes. "What about those six kids you took in and swore to protect? You'd hurt them all more than anything else with that shit. What…what about us? Do you think I'll play a happy team leader trying to pick up the pieces you leave behind? After losing you? Chan, I love you, for fucks sake."

"Wait, what?" he asked in shock. "Oh my god, Min, I didn't want to…fucks sake," he whispered, and Minho stared at him utterly confused. Now, he finally got what drove Minho to climb onto his balcony in the middle of the night. "By leaving, I meant leaving the group."

Minho blinked at him, confused, before realization hit his face. "Oh my fucking god, you scared the hell out of me."

"I wouldn't…Min, come on," he said softly, and Minho's eyes filled with tears.

"I didn't know, you've been feeling down for weeks now and…and I didn't know what to think of that," he admitted timidly. "You want to leave the group?" he asked shakily.

"I'm not sure I can do this anymore," he told him. “It’s getting too much, and I feel like I can’t keep up.”

"But…but Channie, we need you," he whispered, a big tear rolling down his cheeks. "There's no stray kids without our leader."

"They have you," he said weakly.

"I'm the main dancer, Channie, not a leader," he shook his head. "I can only take over temporarily but not…I thought this was our dream."

Chan buried his face in his hands defeatedly and started sobbing. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, Min," he whimpered.

Minho's heart broke seeing him like this. "Come here, please," he said softly and opened his arms for him.

Chan climbed into his lap, hiding in his shirt as violent sobs shook his body. "I-I just feel like I'm fa-falling apart," he barely got out.

Minho's hold on him tightened, and his heart started racing as the adrenaline left his body again. "I got you, Channie, I promise," he told him and started rocking him soothingly. "I'm here. You're safe with me."

Chan broke down for good in his arms, unable to reply. He held onto him desperately as Minho whispered sweet nothings to him, trying to coax him out of the dark hole he was trapped in.

Minho didn't know how long he was sitting there on the floor with Chan in his lap. He didn't know how long it would take Chan to calm down, but he didn't dare to rush him. He was mindlessly rubbing his back and playing with his hair as his hyung sobbed into his chest. All he could think of was what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been awake. Would Chan have simply disappeared on them, and they’d get the news from their management? Minho knew one thing for sure: he wasn't ready to let go of him yet, and neither seemed Chan.

Chan very slowly calmed down again, staying in his arms, unable to look at him. His thoughts were racing and very slow and incoherent at the same time. He couldn't make sense of what he was about to do before anymore. How could he even consider leaving them all behind? "I'm sorry, Minho, that was really dumb," he spoke up, voice sounding raspy from crying.

"You're damn right it was," Minho whispered, not trusting his voice. "You really scared me."

Chan hugged him tight. "I should've talked to you," he said, and Minho hummed, agreeing. "I just felt like such a burden."

Minho pulled back and cupped his face, making him look at him. "You're not a burden. Not to me, Chan."

Chan smiled weakly at him and covered his hands with his own. "I promise I'll get better."

Minho shook his head, tears brimming his eyes. "Chan, you need help."

"I have you," he told him.

Minho shook his head. "You need to talk to someone neutral about what’s bothering you. Please, at least think about it."

"Okay," he said quietly, and they both knew he wouldn't. "Can you stay tonight?" he asked timidly.

"Okay," Minho nodded and wrapped him back into his arms, unable to stop a tear from slipping down his cheek. "Don't you dare let go of me."

"I won't," he promised and held him tight.

A few days later, they were back at dance practice again. Minho was tired from staying up long with Chan over the past few nights as he had trouble sleeping. His mind was still racing because of that night, and he hadn't had the chance to talk to Felix properly about what happened. He had a short fuse, and his members quickly noticed that Minho had trouble staying patient during practice.

They were practicing a jump, and Chan didn't properly hold Felix, causing the latter to stumble. Minho caught him in time and cut them off. "Chan, you have to hold him like this," Minho showed him. "Otherwise, he'll keep on slipping from your grip."

Chan nodded quietly and patted Felix's back, apologizingly. They continued, and Chan messed up a few other steps, starting to get pissed off with himself and Minho's constant comments on it. As if he didn't know he was fucking up.

"Channie, left then right, not the other way around," Minho told him for the fifth time, and Chan had enough.

"Minho, outside, now," Chan suddenly snapped, and Minho blinked at him, surprised, before following him.

Minho gently pulled the door closed behind them. "What's the issue? You don't like being told you're making a mistake in front of others?" he asked, irritated. "I can't help you with that, we're a group, and it's my job to tell you when one of you fucks up a dance, that's nothing personal."

"Stop hovering, Minho, I can handle myself," Chan said firmly.

"Yeah, right," Minho huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You fucked up, own it, and move on, Chan."

"I didn't ask you to stop me from leaving that night, alright? Stop rubbing it in," he snapped at him, and Minho's face fell.

"I wasn't even-," he tried; all he was talking about was him taking the wrong step.

"Just shut up," Chan said angrily.

The others anxiously glanced at them through the glass door. They didn't have to hear them to see that Minho was clearly hurt, and Chan seemed pissed. They all acted like they hadn't noticed anything when Chan stormed back in but couldn't help but glance at Minho, who stood still and stared into the distance for another moment before disappearing from their sight.

Minho went to the closest bathroom and took a few deep breaths, rubbing his chest as a wave of panic crushed down on him. He forced himself to calm down enough to keep up the charade of feeling well. “He’s feeling shitty, that’s all. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he told himself quietly before going back.

As he came back in, they noticed he was fighting back tears but took his place as if nothing happened. "Alright, back from the beginning," he announced. Minho watched them through the mirror. "Lixie, be careful, or you'll knock out Hannie," he reminded him as they turned. "Hyunjin, you have to face the mirror when you turn," he told him and saw Chan stepping to the wrong side once more, ignoring it this time. "Changbin, Seungmin, stop messing around," he told them as he caught them dancing their own little dance in the back. Minho was starting to get exhausted, and he sighed softly as they approached the jump situation again, hoping Chan would do as he had told him.

Felix started running, jumped up, and crashed down on the floor forcefully. Minho's eyes widened in shock. "Chan, for fucks sake!" he snapped at him and went to help Felix, carefully checking his neck and moving his head from side to side.

"I thought I had him," Chan groaned.

"You thought…Listen up, you may be the leader, but dancing is my area, alright? If I tell you the way you're holding him isn't safe, you don't continue doing the same shit again. If you can't handle someone else having authority, that's your issue. Now fuck off, all of you; this was it for today," Minho turned his attention back to Felix. "You're okay, Lix? Does something hurt?" he asked gently.

"I'm a bit dizzy," Felix admitted and held his head.

"Hannie, go get some water," Minho said, focusing back on his friend. "Anything else?"

All of them, including Chan, slowly backed away from them, knowing that Minho was seriously pissed. As teasing as he was, they all got a little worried when he was actually mad for once.

"I'm okay," Felix promised and thanked Jisung for the water bottle. Once he had left as well, Felix looked at him worriedly. "Are you okay? That looked quite intense."

Minho shook his head gently. "He's an idiot sometimes. He completely misunderstood what I said and snapped at me for no reason."

"Why would he snap? You just told him he got it wrong," Felix frowned. "And you were right as we just saw."

"He…I really shouldn't talk about this," he shook his head, and shivers ran down his spine thinking of that night.

"Minho, what happened that night?" he asked worriedly as he saw his eyes brim with tears. "We never got to talk about it after."

"I promised him not to tell anyone," he shook his head and swallowed hard. "But it's fucked up, Felix, he needs help, but he's too stubborn, and-," Minho's voice broke, and he quickly closed his mouth again. “It’s not what I thought reading that message,” he said, and Felix’s expression got flooded with relief. “But he’s not okay, he’s feeling a lot of shit right now, and I don’t know how to fix this,” he whispered.

Felix's face softened. "Listen, I'm there if you ever feel like talking about it. I won't tell him a word, I promise."

Minho gently took his hand and squeezed it. "I know," he smiled bravely and inhaled shakily. "Give me a moment, okay? I'll be on time for dinner."

Felix nodded and got up, quietly pulling the glass door closed. He looked back and knew he had to talk to Chan. Minho was still crouched down on the floor, his face buried in his hand as his body shook due to him silently crying. He walked upstairs, and luckily, Chan was about to enter his room, stopping as he saw him.

"Felix, mate, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" he asked worriedly and pulled him into a hug.

Felix patted his back. "Accidents happen…but you should talk to Min," he said, and Chan didn't need any more words to see he was serious. "Whatever it is, he didn't mean it the way you took it."

Chan groaned softly before making his way back downstairs. He froze in front of the door at the sight of him, and his stomach turned with guilt. Chan quietly opened the door and walked over to him, crouching down behind him and wrapping his arms around him. Minho flinched heavily and quickly wiped his cheeks. "Shh, it's just me," he said softly, and Minho stopped trying to hide that he was upset.

"I was talking about your way of holding Felix, nothing else. I would never rub it in your face like that or try to gain something just because I was there that night to stop you," Minho explained through tears.

"I'm sorry, I've been a complete asshole," he said quietly and hugged him to his chest. "I know you didn't."

"Do you even care how that looked like for the others? Taking me outside for a talk like we're in some fucked up office, and I'm about to get fired," he told him and sniffled softly. "I get it, you were trying to protect yourself, but you made me look like shit with that. That's not okay, Chan."

Chan hummed, agreeing, and gently rocked them from side to side. "I should've thought it through. I'm sorry. I'm just anxious they'll find out..they probably won't take it as well as you do."

"They - Chan, this is me taking it well. You think you acting off makes me doubt myself like that?" he asked. "I'm trying to deal with the fact that we could've lost our leader three days ago. I feel like everything I do or say could be the wrong thing."

"Please don't," he said lowly and squeezed him. "You're right, I'm acting off and working on it, I promise. This has nothing to do with you; it's on me."

Minho sighed softly and shook his head. "You can't hide it from them forever, Chan. They're not stupid…Half of them know something was wrong anyway."

"I know," he said and intertwined their hands. "Just not now."

He looked down at their hands and bit his lower lip. "Will we ever tell them about us?"

"There's no rush, right?" Chan asked.

Minho swallowed and bit back a heavy sigh. Almost nine months later, he still thought he was rushing. "Of course not…Channie, you really have to hold onto Felix differently. He'll have a concussion until we're done with this."

"I know, I was pissed, so I wasn't thinking straight," he told him.

"Are you ever?" he gave back, holding up their intertwined hands.

"Not since I met you, no," Chan admitted, and Minho turned around, letting go of his hands and sitting down. Chan did as well, their legs entangled as they faced each other. "I promise I'll tell them one day."

Minho nodded and searched his eyes. "You better."

Jisung made his way back to the practice room to get Chan and Minho for dinner but stopped in his tracks, seeing them. Minho was straddling Chan's lap, hand tangled in his curls as the older one kissed his neck. Minho's head fell back, lips parting as Chan's grip made him grind down. Jisung's jaw dropped, and he quickly turned away, making his way back to the others. So that was part of what was going on. "Felix!" he whispered as soon as he saw him. "Are they-?"

"Shh, Hannie," Felix quickly hushed him.

“Since when are those two a thing?” he whispered.

“Not here, I’ll tell you later,” he said, and they took their place at the table.

Minho moaned needily and looked toward the door. "Channie, love, we can't -," a groan cut him off as Chan's hand slipped into his sweatpants and squeezed his ass, making him grind down even more. "Chan."

Chan went back to kissing his lips. "Go lock the door. I'll take care of the rest," he panted softly against his lips. He was already hard himself, and they couldn't sneak upstairs since the others were probably eating dinner or making their way downstairs.

Minho laughed but did as he said, getting the keys and locking the door. He helped Chan close the curtains and watched him turn off most of the lights.

Chan pulled him back into a passionate kiss and started taking off his shirt. Minho followed his example and chased his lips as they both struggled with their trousers, stumbling a little. Their underwear followed, and Minho was back on his lap before he knew it, kissing him heavily.

Chan's skin pressed against his made it even better. "Please tell me you brought some condoms and lube," he said between kisses.

"I always do since we started this," Chan answered, reaching for his jacket on the floor.

"Always so eager," Minho giggled and lovingly rolled his eyes at him. He took the lube from him and spread some on his fingers, reaching back to open himself up. His lips parted with a gasp as he carefully pushed in the first finger.

Chan braced him as Minho soon pushed in the next finger, taking in his expression. "You're so pretty," he told him, and Minho moaned in response. "Want some help?" he offered, and Minho let him replace his fingers with his own.

He moaned softly as Chan's fingers pushed into him, opening him up with practiced movements. Minho melted against him with a beautiful whine when his fingertips brushed over his prostate. Minho's body shook with waves of intense pleasure as Chan massaged his prostate and could only weakly moan and whimper. "Channie - stop," he gasped. "I'm gonna-."

"Just a little more, you sound so pretty," Chan told him and lovingly kissed him.

Minho's eyes rolled back, and he could tell he was close. "Channie, love, please," he begged.

Chan giggled softly before pulling his fingers out and kissing him calmingly.

"Where the hell are Chan and Minho hyung?" Changbin asked after a while, getting irritated about them being late.

"I don't think they're in the mood for dinner," Seungmin answered, rolling his eyes.

"Chan has been on the edge for weeks now, and Minho gets a load of it right in his face," Jeongin added.

"Like, why would he snap at him? He literally told him that he was making a mistake like everyone else," Hyunjin frowned.

"Have you seen how tired Minho hyung looked today?" Jeongin asked and played with his glass. "Something's off."

"You think they had a fight?" Seungmin asked. "They were sneaking around and looked so happy just a few weeks ago."

"They almost seemed like a couple," Changbin nodded.

Felix exchanged a look with Jisung. "Uh, should we just start without them?"

"Yeah, the food will get cold," Jisung quickly agreed, and the rest gave in.

Minho met his reflection in the mirrors at the ceiling and couldn't help but moan at the sight of them. The way Chan's body moved on top of his, thrusting into him steadily. Minho had one hand buried in his hair, the other one resting between his shoulders. Chan was going a little rougher than usual, and it drove him insane. Minho was sure the grip he had on his thigh would leave bruises, but somehow, he didn't mind. All he could do was moan as his dick massaged his walls perfectly, and once Chan hit his prostate, he arched up against him. Chan wrapped his arm around his waist, keeping him up like that and thrusting into him deep and hard. Minho's eyes rolled back, and his nails buried in his back. His mouth dropped open with a string of curses and beautiful whiny moans as Chan kept going at that pace. Chan's lips attacked his neck once more, and Minho felt so overwhelmed he came on the spot.

He barely had time to recover as Chan kept going, chasing his own relief. Minho whimpered weakly at the overstimulation and pulled at Chan's hair harshly. "Chan, slo-." A surprised gasp left his lips as Chan hit his prostate once again. And again, and again. Minho's body shook with waves of pleasure as he gripped him tightly. He didn't even notice Chan reaching his high as he came a second time. Minho panted softly and groaned in protest as Chan pulled out.

Chan looked down at him, gently wiping a tear off his cheek. "You're okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," he nodded before squinting his eyes at him, trying to ignore the fact Chan had just made him cry from overstimulation. "What was that?"

"That was me letting off steam," he confessed and searched Minho's eyes.

"Huh," he nodded. "A warning would've been nice."

"A warning?" Chan asked and dropped down on the floor next to him.

"Hey baby, just so you know, I'm still pissed at you, so I'll go a little rough now. Have fun," Minho said, mocking Chan's typical hand gestures with ease.

Chan giggled softly and took his hand. "I'm not pissed at you, though."

Minho turned his head to him and smiled as Chan brushed his hair out of his forehead for him. "The sex was that good?" he teased.

"I…Min," he whined, and Minho started laughing.

"I'm just teasing you, relax," he grinned.

"We should probably join them for dinner," he sighed.

"If I'm able to walk, sure thing," Minho nodded. "If they ask, I'll tell them you beat me up for embarrassing their leader in front of everyone."

"Minho!" Chan protested.

Minho giggled softly before pulling him into a kiss. "I'm joking. Next time you want to go rough, just tell me."

"Mhm, okay," he mumbled against his lips.

"Maybe I can show you the dance steps in private again?" he offered, and Chan's face softened.

"I think I could use that," he nodded. "My brain's a little slow at the moment."

"Which is fine; it happens, love," he assured him before pushing himself up. "Come on."

Felix looked up as they strolled in later, wearing fresh clothes. Minho was wearing his glasses now, looking even more tired than before. Chan walked in first, holding Minho's hand, who was a step behind him and led him to the table. All eyes were on them as they sat down next to each other, and Chan poured Minho something to drink. "Will you stop staring, or should we charge some money?"

"Are you two alright?" Seungmin asked, frowning.

"Of course, we are," Chan told them and poured himself a drink before filling Minho's plate.

"Well, it sure didn't look like it today…or three days ago. Or-"

"Got it, Seungmin," Chan snorted.

"Whatever it is, it's killing the team spirit," Jeongin pointed out, and Chan froze in his movement.

Minho gently placed his hand on his thigh beneath the table. "Arguments happen, especially since there are eight of us. You're just not used to Chan hyung and me fighting."

"We're not used to Chan hyung looking depressed for two weeks straight, and you look like you'll pass out soon because you're sleep-deprived," Hyunjin told them.

"Also, you never fight," Jeongin frowned.

Chan shifted in his seat a little. "I've been having two shit weeks, okay? Minho tried to be there for me, but I pushed him away repeatedly, which is why things were a little tense."

"What do you mean you had two shit weeks?" Changbin squinted his eyes at him.

"Sometimes everything gets a little too much; we've all felt down because of that before. Now stop bugging and eat," Minho spoke up, and Seungmin started to protest but quickly closed his mouth as Minho raised his eyebrows at him.

“Where’s that bruise from?” Jeongin asked suspiciously, pointing at Minho’s jaw. He was the first one to address it.

“I tripped on the balcony,” he said. Jisung, Changbin, and Felix exchanged a short look while Chan kept his eyes on his plate.

“I thought you hated being on your balcony because of the height?” he frowned.

“Just eat, for fucks sake,” Minho cut him off.

"Okay, mum," Jeongin rolled his eyes but started eating.

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Scarlet Blaze Ch 9

Going to admit up front that I'm incredibly unmotivated to play this, but here we go.

STORY

Ok, so calling it now. Edelgard realizes she's a dumbass for thinking her single-supply line 10/10 army strategies couldn't smash all of Fodlan under her fist at the same time. So she's going back to look at options.

Given what the story's said so far, write it down - Edelgard will call a temp truce with Claude to focus on the Kingdom. Then she'll later plan on fighting the Alliance or doing exactly what she accuses Rhea of doing and ruling the Alliance with her soft-power.

Lysithea showing up? Does she if you don't recruit her? She doesn't really add anything to the scene.

Hubert thinks TWSITD wants to recruit Shez. He's getting interrogated by his own allies. Yikes. Deserved. That's what you get for fighting for the Imperialist land-hungry country.

Oh, no side-battles this time, like in GW in ch 8. Good. Means it'll go fast.

MAP/SIDE BATTLES

I keep remembering that Ingrid's dead in this storyline. If Sylvain or Felix are recruitable after this, that's straight-up character assassination.

Monica adds nothing of value. Her personality is literally just "Edelgard."

"Whatever part of me that was a knight is dead." - Ashe 😭 It's like CF!Felix all over again. He's just miserable. At least someone here gives a fuck about Ingrid.

Lysithea not trusting the Empire saga continues.

Least self-aware Imperial soldier "Why, what would happen if instead the Empire itself were suddenly invaded?"

Glad to see Mercedes expressing regrets.

Ok. Who wrote this? "I believe the Church of Serios ought to be protecting the people of Adrestia even now." 🤣

SHEZ & MONICA B SUPPORT

I'm sure this will be a deep, nuanced conversation. 👌

Monica is jealous of Shez because Edelgard is impressed with him. And is in denial.

She claims her relationship with Edelgard is deeper and Shez is just her servant.

Monica literally counts how many times Edelgard says people's names.

Much deep. Such character.

EDELGARD & BALTHUS B SUPPORT

Their final support.

Hubert told Edelgard Balthus was a womanizer. Hubert is really over the top in this game, lamo.

Edelgard isn't Balthus' type. Taste.

"I'm not compassionate - merely hopelessly committed to my ideals." - Some self-awareness this time. Nice.

"I've set out to unite all of Fodlan. I've started a war over it." - Edelgard.

I've seen people say the fandom say we shouldn't assume Hubert's thoughts are Edelgard, fair. But, like, it's right there. Out of her own mouth. Again.

She promises to protect anyone who serves her and her ideals. Tell that to Houses!Bernedetta or Houses!Monica.

In the end she invites him to a war council.

MANUELA & JERITZA B SUPPORT

Their final support.

Manuela notices that Jeritza is getting along better with the soldiers. He compliments her for being perceptive.

Manuela tells him that all he's missing is a smile. Not going to lie, I thought she was going to say "wife" instead.

She's really pulling a "you should smile." She and Claude need to get put in a corner for that. Albeit, Manuela is acting as his teacher, Claude's just being a sexist ass.

Jertiza smiles and seems to like Manuela, but not the way she wants.

HUBERT, PETRA, & JERITZA PARALOGUE

I see Lorenz is in two paralogues available here, so I guess characters sometimes are in more than one?

Anyways, plan is to use Hubert and/or Petra while Jeritza gets carried around.

I think I pissed Hubert off and made Jeritza happy.

They debate how tough the group is. Game is being somewhat self-aware by having people be like "move on already."

Soooo . . . this paralogue is about stopping the Church of Serios from assassinating Count Varley. Fuck that.

So in this paralogue we're rescuing an abusive father who's using faith as propaganda from the people trying to get rid of corrupt leaders in the location of the home we chased them out of on threat of murder if they return. Great.

Man, we had to fight Shamir and Catherine duo :(

Catherine asked if we were really willing to die for Varley. You know it's bad when Catherine is the smartest one in the room.

SHEZ & JERITZA B SUPPORT

Jeritza is looking for someone. He saw them and he ran away.

Shez described Jeritza as having a "murdery aura," accurate.

He says he'll never "capture her." Man, Shez, not sure it's a good idea to help him here.

He denies getting help.

LORENZ, FERDINAND, & CONSTANCE PARALOGUE

They're all having tea together and discussing it and trying to "out noble" each other and kissing each other's ass.

Constance feels inferior to their nobility. It's her sun thing, right?

Constance asks them which one is the most noble. Ferdinand says it's not noble to rank things like that. Constance calls them cowards essentially.

Now they're having a competition and asks Shez to judge. Shez suggests a training battle.

I hope Ferdinand gets a second paralogue that's most interesting than this. The dialogue wasn't even that funny outside the the first part.

It was an extremely mid plot, but fun to play with the time limit on killing all the generals.

If Ferdinand was MVP, does that mean he won?

Shez won. Is that automatic then? I jumped back and forth between Shez and Ferdinand the whole time.

Now they're going to have a tea party.

MAIN BATTLE/STORY

Monica is soooo boring.

People are trying to assassinate Edelgard. Hubert suspects Shez.

Shez, Monica, and Hubert rescue Edelgard from Shamir in a cut scene. Hubert also blasted at Shamir and Monica was in the way of his magic. Monica gets mad. No one told her what happened in Houses lamo.

Edelgard just stands there the whole time during the cut scene lol.

Oh, Edelgard's a green unit this time. Weird. Like it made sense for Dimitri but the moment we busted him out, he was playable. Edelgard isn't under threat of Cornelia or anything. Oh well, she's not one of my best units.

Oh, fuck, I can't use Hubert either. That actually does sting.

It's ok. I still have Ferdinand and Shez, Manuela is good too.

Persuade Shamir is an option. Makes sense I guess.

I have to protect Edelgard from getting routed. But what if I just . . . don't? Kinda weird how she's just . . . standing there. Like there's no in-game reason for why she's not fighting and just sitting around letting everyone else save her.

Edelgard left the throne room for like a minute and needed to get warp rescued back lamo.

OMG, Shamir only defects to save Catherine's life. 😭😭😭😭😭 Girlfriends.

I feel so much like the villain right now. After that stuff with Catherine and Shamir.

Ferdinand's father escaped. Hubert's taking it out on Ferdinand.

I think Hubert will use this escape as an excuse to kill Aegir.

They used a secret passage. Rhea probably helped build it lol.

Hubert is apologizing for suspecting Shez.

Wow, Shez only got promoted so Hubert could investigate him. So Edelgard only promoted a commoner because she suspected him of being a spy.

Yikes, poor Shez. Claude leaves him with no work (and not much pay) for years and Edelgard suspect Shez is with the enemy nearly the entire game.

I get to make Shez pissed off though. He's actually calling them out for being two-faced too.

"The great war Edelgard instigated" - narration. Claude, Dimitri - neither of you started this.

Part 1 Fin. Like with GW. I suspect AG will get that after Ch 9 too and GW is just one chapter ahead time-wise than the others right now.

xxxx

#fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #scarlet blaze #three hopes #scarlet blaze spoilers

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duckies-minsung-fanclub · 2 years ago

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Felix smut!

Felix x reader

⚠️ warning! Sexual content! Pet names, breeding kink?, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!!) ⚠️

MDNI

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You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Walking by Felix’s cracked bedroom door and hearing suspicious noises had you curious. When you peaked in, you couldn’t help the feeling of surprise and shyness flowing through your body ending in arousal in your core.

He was laying back in his bed, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape, pleasure twisting his features. His covers lazily strewn across his legs were the only cloth covering his body, the rest of him completely naked. Every few seconds he would gasp from the pleasure he was providing himself with his hand, rubbing his pretty cock at a slow pace.

You could feel your breathing become heavy from watching him. Your clit had developed its own heartbeat, giving tiny flutters of pleasure. It took everything in you to stay quiet while watching the attractive, erotic behavior of Felix.

A small moan escaped his mouth, making you squeeze your thighs together. Something about a man moaning just caused you to lose your shit. You clamped your hand over your mouth to hold back the gasp that tried to escape.

He picked up the pace, his brows furrowing. More pretty moans and whimpers fell from his plump lips as his breathing became labored. He pushed his head back into his pillow, a deeper moan sounding from him.

Without thinking, you slid your hand into your leggings. You flicked your pulsing clit, making you stagger from the intense feeling shooting through you. You were frozen in place when the next moan that came from him was your name.

Your eyes widened as you watched him buck his hips into his hands. “Fuck, Y/N!” He let out a ragged breath, looking down at his hand that was pumping him. “I wish this was you.”

A whimper escaped causing your heart to skip a beat. He stopped in his motions, panic crossing his face. He stared at the door wide-eyed for a few seconds before slowly exiting his bed, still nude and hard, sauntering to his door.

You couldn’t move as he pulled the door open, discovering that you had been standing there watching him. Your hand was still in your leggings, the other hand lingering over your open mouth. Fuck.

“Were you…watching me?” He asked. You looked at his face, afraid to look anywhere else just in case they lingered lower. When you didn’t answer he smirked and reached for you, gently pulling you into his room.

“I’m sorr-,“ you squeaked, but was interrupted by his mouth on yours. As surprised as you were, you kissed him back. He pulled away to kiss down you neck, causing you to wrap your arms around his bare waist and up his back.

“I want you so bad, Y/N,” Felix moaned. “I can’t stop imagining you under me, moaning my name as I fill you full with my cock.”

His words sent a shiver through your body. You could feel your juices leaking into your panties by this point, the pleasure he was giving you without touching your throbbing core. You gasped as he nipped at your neck.

He reached down and began rubbing his hard member again, letting a rather sexy moan escape his lips. “I want to feel you cum around me,” he whispered into your ear.

Your eyes fluttered, imagining him pumping his cock inside you as you came. You moaned, forcing a deep, sexy growl from Felix. He was going to be your undoing.

“If you keep moaning like that, I won’t have a choice but to take you, right here and now.” His threat sounded like heaven to you.

Before your brain could keep up, another moan slipped out. Within seconds, you were on his bed. He was pulling your leggings and panties down, a feral look on his face as he stood to the side. You quickly removed your shirt and bra, your ass on the edge of his bed.

He rubbed his fingers through your soaked folds, circling your entrance a few times before pumping two of his fingers in you. He cursed under his breath, curling his fingers as he slid them in and out of you several times.

He didn’t tease you much longer, mumbling about how he didn’t want to wait to fuck you just right. His fingers left your core, only to he replaced with his cock after he cleaned his fingers with his mouth.

He wasn’t gentle, but you didn’t care. You liked it rough and primal. A loud moan fell from your lips when he sheathed his hard member inside of you with so much force. His eyes glazed over with pure, erotic pleasure, his mouth falling open to let an equally loud moan to sound through the room.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel better than I imagined,” he groaned. He grasped your hips, slamming into you at a fast pace. Your eyes rolled back and you cursed from the dizzying pleasure flowing through you.

“Felix! Oh, fuck!” You screamed, clawing at his arms as you came hard, squirting in the process. He was still thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squirting all over my cock. Do I make you feel that good?”

“Yes, Felix! Feels so fucking good!”

His pace was faltering, becoming erratic as his climax was building. “Ruining you for any other cock, right, doll? You’ll only want my cock now.”

You could feel a second climax building in your lower belly, making you moan uncontrollably. “Only you, Felix! Oh, God! I’m going to cum again! Make me cum, Felix, please!”

Felix growled, fucking you harder. You were sure the grip he had on your hips was going to bruise, but you didn’t care. He was amazing, and you wanted to watch him cum with you.

He gasped before bringing a hand around to rub his thumb over your clit. The moment he touched it, you came again, screaming his name from the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N! So fucking good! I’m going to-,” he stilled his hips as he crashed down on you, biting your shoulder as he came inside you. His loud moan on your shoulder was music to your ears. You felt him shiver as he released your shoulder.

His breathing was heavy as he looked down at you, his eyes soft with contentment. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

You shook your head; you’re breathing just as heavy. He looked sexy as hell standing between your legs. It was then you realized, he wasn’t wearing a condom.

He noticed the panic in your eyes and smirked. He pulled out, pushing any cum that escaped back inside your sensitive, swollen pussy. “It would be so hot to see you carry my child,” he moaned, kissing your lips softly. He gently pumped his finger in your hole, making you gasp from the feeling.

He chuckled before leaving and coming back with a warm rag, cleaning you up. He was definitely going to be your undoing.

“Your mine, now, doll,” he whispered in your ear before sucking on your neck. Your eyes fluttered. “No one else can have you.”

You smiled lazily, knowing you didn’t mind his claim over you. You were his now, and that made you feel amazing. “All yours, Felix.” Felix hummed in satisfaction before pulling you in for a devouring kiss.

#skz imagines #felix smut #felix x reader #felix imagines

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688199 · 1 year ago

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thinking about how my love for the felix/ maribri type of dynamic stemmed from a local novel i used to read religiously as a child, where an unfortunate (in life) but bubbly and happy go lucky girl helps an aloof rich guy overcome his trauma.

the ending of the book went smth like:

He leaned towards Mui. ‘So would you like to spend those weekends with me?’

…

He was so near now that Mui could not think straight at all. ‘How about Miss Miranda?’

…

He crossed his legs, his knee bumping into Mui… and staying there. ‘Nevermind Miranda. Answer my question.’

…

Mui felt that if she remained still a moment longer, she would explode! Jumping up, she fled the room.

…

She could hear footsteps pounding up behind her and turned to see a furious Justin catching up. He was holding her slippers in one hand. ‘Oi! Will you stop this idiotic habit of running away barefoot? If you don’t like the idea of being my girlfriend, a simple “No” would do. Why run as if all the demons of hell are after you?’

‘Did… you just ask me to be your girlfriend?’ Mui stammered.

Justin opened and shut his mouth. He still looked mad. ‘Did I mention the word “girlfriend”’?

She nodded

‘Don’t get the wrong idea, I mean girlfriend, like an ordinary friend who happens to be a girl. But if she is good and stops running away, she could become more than an ordinary friend.’

Justin looked like he was getting confused by his own explanations.

Mui didn’t move. Her brow furrowed as if she was deep in thought. Then, a wide smile broke out on her face like the rainbow after a shower. ‘You did ask me to be your girlfriend!’

She put on her slippers happily and skilled after him into the house.

like bro i could replace the names with felix and maribri and it would sound exactly like them. right… right?????

anyways it’s a good ass, amazingly written children’s book. called “not in the stars”. it’s for children but my god is it peak.

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mochegato · 3 years ago

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Even the Losers

Chapter 1

“You can do this Marinette,” Adrien whispered encouragingly, echoing the mantra she’d been whispering to herself for the past two days. She could do this. She could manage. This was for Max. She could handle it. He couldn’t be here but she could. She could be strong for him. She gave Adrien a shaky smile and nodded. “We just have to find him and we can leave,” he reminded her.

Marinette took a breath and let it out slowly. She’d dealt with far, far worse than a few judgmental, heartless asses who had no real interest in her. But seas of artificial smiles had always unsettled her and currently she was surrounded with so much artificial sweetness she felt like she was walking through a kid’s cereal aisle. That added onto her already existing anxiety had her ready to bolt at the slightest provocation.

She ran her hand over the skirt of her dress, letting the feeling of the fabric and the knowledge of all that had gone into it soothe her. She was especially proud of her dress and the work that had gone into it. It was a black so dark it almost appeared to draw in the light around it. A mesh with strategically placed blood red decorations overlaid the dress, hugging her bodice until it reached her hips then dropped into a flowing skirt that ended just before it could pool on the ground.

She fought the urge to fiddle with the belt in her nervousness. She couldn’t show weakness like that, not here. She looked up at Adrien again in search of an anchor to reality. She took in his expression and had to stifle the laugh that resulted. He had his own artificially sweet smile on but his eyes quite clearly begged for a quick death. He glanced down to her and nudged her discreetly, his artificial smile becoming wide and real. “Shhhh,” he hushed her under his breath. “We’re trying not to attract attention to ourselves, remember? We’re ghosts.” He looked around to make sure nobody was looking at them.

Marinette immediately quieted, her face becoming somber. She did remember. In and out. That was the goal. Her goal. Knock the man on his ass with Max’s accomplishments, then never see him, or anyone else in this room, other than Adrien of course, ever again. They were supposed to be like ghosts. There but not. Her eyes scanned the room looking for their target.

Adrien’s eyes immediately softened and filled with regret. “Shit, Mari. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“No,” she looked up at him with an artificial smile of her own. “I know. It’s fine. It’s not your fault.” She scanned the crowd again, cursing her height, as she had many times in her life. Even with the six inch, death defying heels, she still barely reached Adrien’s eyes, let alone give her any kind of advantage to see the crowd. She needed some kind of vantage point but unfortunately, the only high point in the ballroom was the stage, which she couldn’t utilize if she was going to follow her Ghost policy. “We might have more success if we split up. Let me know if you find him.”

Adrien squeezed her arm quickly before nodding. “Good luck.”

Marinette shot him a genuine smile. “You too. May the Luck be with you.”

Adrien laughed and shook his head. “I never should have forced you to watch that movie.”

Marinette grinned back. “You never should have forced me to watch the prequels. The original ones were just fine.” Adrien narrowed his eyes at her but let it drop in favor of disappearing in the crowd to find their target.

Marinette followed him with her eyes until she couldn’t see him anymore then took a deep breath to brace herself. Her eyes immediately started darting around and her fingers started dancing. She needed something to occupy them or she was going to start attracting unwanted attention.

She noted a bar close by and made a beeline for it. She waited politely for the bartender to notice her, her fingers tapping anxiously against the bar while she waited. She froze when she heard a gruff voice next to her. “Did you sneak in here?”

She turned to the voice and blinked a few times. “Excuse me?”

“You’re anxious and jittery. Afraid you’re going to get kicked out?” the man elaborated.

Marinette studied him for a moment trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. “No,” she started slowly, trying to give her brain a chance to answer the puzzle. “Just not a fan of events like this.”

The man scoffed and nodded in understanding. “Cheers.” He raised his glass for her to clink his but she held out her hands with a sheepish look, showing she didn’t have a drink yet. “Well, that’s a crime. Nobody should have to endure one of these without a drink.” He motioned to the bartender and got an immediate response. “Another for me and a…” he motioned to Marinette to give her order.

“Oh, champagne, please,” she finished with a smile for the bartender. That’s what was socially acceptable at events like this, right? Champagne.

The bartender looked to the man for confirmation. The man nodded. “And a champagne for the woman.” Marinette scowled at the bartender causing the man to laugh. “He’s just worried that you’re underage. You look awfully young. You’re not, right?”

Marinette’s glare softened in realization. “Oh, that makes sense. No, I’m not. I forgot the legal age here is higher than in France.”

He nodded and looked at her critically for a moment before offering his hand. “Jason.”

Marinette immediately reached out for his hand and answered with her name before her brain registered the name he’d given. Jason. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne’s son. She pulled her hand back quickly as the realization hit her and focused on leveling her breathing. She grabbed the champagne glass more violently than necessary when the bartender set it down in front of her and immediately downed the entire glass, only coughing a bit as the bubbles tickled her throat. Overall, champagne was not the best drink to chug. “Another, please,” she croaked out.

“You know, there are better drinks for that, if that’s what you want to do,” Jason grinned, laughing at her.

“Wasn’t the plan until it was and then that’s all I had,” she croaked out, her voice still hoarse from the bubbles. She kept her eyes focused on her empty glass as she spoke, almost afraid to make eye contact with him as if just seeing her eyes would be enough to blow her cover.

Jason chuckled and nodded in understanding. “Don’t suppose you’d care to dance?”

Marinette whipped her head to him and stared incredulously, forgetting her previous reservations. She only moved again when the bartender set the new drink down in front of her. “Um… no… thank you. That doesn’t seem… I don’t think my date would be comfortable with that. Good luck getting drunk enough to handle tonight though.” She gave him a weak smile and raised her glass to him before moving into the fray again, now armed with a socially acceptable fidget toy.

It took five minutes of avoiding wandering hands and leering looks but with a little luck and some prodding from the goddess hiding in the folds of her skirt, she was finally able to stumble on M. Lucius Fox, Director of Research and Development for Wayne Enterprises. He was in a conversation he was not remotely interested in with some vapid business exec who was just as interested in M. Fox. Not that M. Fox’s disinterest was clear. He was very polite and good at covering his boredom, much more so than his conversation partner, but she’d been at enough stuffy, snobby parties with Adrien, Felix, and Chloe to know the signs.

She took another breath and squared her shoulders, going into Ladybug Mode; calm and confident, completely assured of herself. She was on a mission. She had a goal and a plan to accomplish it, and once she had a plan, she had a direction and purpose, and with those, her insecurities fell away. With M. Fox in her sights, she could see the pieces and the way they fit together. There were no more doubts. She set her glass on a passing waiter’s tray and made her way over to M. Fox.

“The elusive M. Fox. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Marinette purred, coming up next to him with a charming, real smile.

“I didn’t realize I was hiding,” Lucius responded with a polite smile of his own.

“Must just come naturally. Foxes are known to be crafty.” Marinette looked around them and motioned toward the dancefloor. “Would you care to dance, M. Fox?”

He shook his head deferentially. “Are you sure there aren’t other people here you’d rather dance with?”

Marinette smiled conspiratorially and leaned closer to him, making sure to keep a respectable distance. She did NOT want to have her banter confused with flirting. That was not the strategy she had devised. “That would defeat the purpose of coming here. I came here specifically to speak with you.”

Lucius looked down at her analytically, trying to figure out what her angle was, but took her hand and followed her onto the dancefloor. “And what did you want to speak about, Ms…?”

“Dupain Cheng. Marinette Dupain Cheng. It’s nice to meet you M. Fox. I wanted to speak to you to sell my friend Max Kante.”

Lucius’ eyes widened almost imperceptibly as the music changed. After a beat, he chuckled. “I’m not in the market to buy anyone, but thank you.” He settled his hands on her mid-back and hand for their dance.

Marinette chuckled good naturedly along with him. “Sell his talents, would be a better way to say it.”

“And where is Mr. Kante?” Lucius raised an eyebrow at her, curious why the young man didn’t bother to come himself. “Why are you presenting his talents instead of him?”

“Finals. Had the incredibly bad luck to have a Friday at noon final. I mean at least it wasn’t at 19h, right? Can you believe they have those?” She scrunched up her nose in playful disgust. “But still means he’s taking it right now. And for his last final of his career. I mean… probably. Knowing him, he might get another PhD at some point. My finals and presentation ended last week. M. Wa…” she took a steadying breath and looked back up with a strained smile hoping he wouldn’t notice the stutter. “M. Wayne even visited for it. That’s when the idea for this came to me. So while Max studied, I plotted.”

“So why me then and not Mr. Wayne?” Lucius asked with a curious interest.

Marinette froze for just a second. Hardly enough for anyone to notice. Her mind raced to calculate the appropriate response to that question, a satisfactorily casual yet intelligent response. “M. Wayne isn’t in charge of research. You are. Not to mention, I highly doubt the CEO would be involved enough in the research and development projects to know what was going on. You I take as a man who knows what is going on with all your ongoing projects.”

He nodded. She wasn’t wrong, or normally wouldn’t be. Mr. Wayne usually was not involved in any projects and with the exception of one particular project they were having issues with, he wouldn’t know the particulars. “A very dangerous and elaborate plan. Why didn’t you make an appointment with me? Or just stop me on the street?” he prodded, hoping for her thought process.

Marinette laughed lightly. “I don’t imagine I would have had a chance in Hell of making an appointment with you in your office. I have no standing, no name, no significance that would have attracted any PA worth their salt’s attention. I would have been pawned off onto a low ranking employee to handle, if I was handled at all. And something like this needed to be taken to you.

“As for running into you on the street, I can’t imagine you would have responded positively to getting accosted on the street. You seem more than capable of handling yourself with grace in the face of a pest. I doubt I would have gotten more than a few words in. At a gala however,” she grinned conspiratorially at him. “Societal convention. Almost absolute certainty of at least one dance where I would have you one-on-one for a few minutes. Hostage audience. Figured I could use it to my advantage for once.”

Lucius smiled back at her ingenuity. “There’s an application process he could have gone through,” he noted.

Mari nodded and looked out to the crowd, scanning it. “Right, applying to M. Fedor Rabler,” she said distractedly. “He did that.”

Lucius nodded in understanding. Their application process was tough. Lots of amazing candidates didn’t get through. He had to respect her devotion to her friend, to risk coming here and potentially making an enemy of Wayne Enterprises if he’d been that sort of man. His eyes turned sympathetic. “I’m sorry he was passed over.”

“You know, I’ve noticed Elspeth Cole puts forth a lot of inventions and extremely varied ones at that,” she continued as though she hadn’t heard his consolation. “Most inventors, you can see their process, you can see how they got from one invention to the next, but hers… they’re so varied. It’s almost like they’re coming from completely different people.” Lucius watched her carefully, waiting to see where she was going with this. “That’s them, isn’t it? Dancing together. Awfully close for purely colleagues.”

Lucius followed her sight line to Ms. Cole and Mr. Rabler dancing extremely closely. Not obscenely, but perhaps a bit closer than was normally acceptable at a society event such as this one. “It’s hardly incriminating that two people with expertise in electrical engineering would get together,” he said slowly.

“Max is amazing. Brilliant,” Marinette said, seemingly not noticing her non-sequitur. “He created an AI that helped the Parisian superheroes locate and defeat our supervillain at only 14.” Lucius’ brow rose. That was certainly promising. He wondered what would have caused them not to take such an applicant. Surely there was some sort of embellishment there, but as he studied her, she seemed entirely genuine.

“He’s being scouted by several high profile companies including Lexcorp and Palmer Technologies.” She turned her attention back to Lucius, a curious pout on her lips. “But not Wayne Enterprises.” She looked away with clearly forced casualness. “Lexcorp and Palmer, they’re offering pretty impressive packages. Not as good as he deserves in my opinion, but I may be a bit biased. Wayne Enterprises however… nothing. Not even an offer.

“Now, I don’t really have a dog in the fight… other than wanting my friend to be safe and treated with the respect he deserves. But Palmer Technologies gets blown up by a villain or its inventors kidnapped far too frequently for me to be comfortable with my friend working there. And Lexcorp…” She looked down as if in thought before looking back at him again with a determined look in her eye.

“You know, I get a feeling sometimes. I can’t really explain it, just get a feeling about people or things. I’ve found it’s best for me and the people around me if I listen to that feeling and that feeling tells me Lex Luthor is the last person who should be trusted with a brain as brilliant as Max’s.” She looked back over to Mr. Rabler and Ms. Cole. “That same feeling told me Max shouldn’t trust the application process for Wayne Enterprises.”

She looked back at Lucius with an apologetic smile. “No offense. So, I convinced Max to make a small part of his submission just a little off. Just a bit. Enough that even an expert could miss it, but if it’s wrong the project could never work. It took a lot of convincing to get him to do it. He refused to believe he had anything to worry about in Wayne Enterprises with its stellar reputation.” She scrunched up her face in annoyance. “But that feeling, you know? I couldn’t get over it. After a lot of work, I convinced him there was no harm. After all, if he was hired he could fix it. If he wasn’t… well, you shouldn’t be using what he presented anyway, right? No harm, no foul as you Americans say.”

“No,” Lucius agreed. “That would be theft and completely against WE policy and standards. In fact, we should not be asking applicants to submit anything like that in the first place.”

Marinette smiled and nodded approvingly. “I’ve heard rumblings, or rather Max has, of WE getting into transmutation of materials. Just can’t get that algorithm right though, can you? Algorithms are hard. Just a little off and nothing works.”

He stared at her. That was a secret project. Other departments in Wayne Enterprises didn’t even know about it. “I can’t comment on ongoing projects.”

“I never did show you what Max is capable of, did I?” She gave him a bright smile and reached down to press a disguised button on her belt. Lucius tensed and cursed himself for exposing himself to whatever she was about to do. A wave of emerald green washed over the front of her bodice as the blood red decorated mesh overlay turned into a brilliant emerald green that reflected the lights now rather than absorbing it.

Lucius’ eyes widened in surprise, a feat very few had been able to draw out of him. “He designed the fabric?” he whispered out. He reached out tentatively to touch the fabric at her shoulder.

Marinette grinned brilliantly at his reaction. It was no less than Max deserved. He’d worked incredibly hard on it. “He did,” she nodded in confirmation, “and the software that controls it. The whole dress can change but we’re kind of surrounded here and I didn’t want to attract too much attention.” She let him touch it for a moment before pushing the button again to turn it back into the black, then allowing him to feel the mesh to confirm it was the same fabric. “He has ideas for changing the texture as well, but limited resources you know? Something I’d hope wouldn’t be an issue at WE.”

“How does it work?” His eyes were still focused on the fabric at her shoulder. He took a quick look at the rest of the bodice, but quickly snapped his eyes back to her shoulder. The neckline was conservative, but it was still rather unbecoming to stare at the young woman’s chest.

Marinette laughed. “You’ll have to ask Max that. I just designed the dress. I don’t really understand the mechanics behind it, but he does. I doubt Ms. Cole can say the same.”

Lucius stared in awe at her shoulder before looking back up to her eyes and nodding in understanding. “Interesting. I’ll take that under advisement. Maybe we should be scouting you as well.”

Mari laughed. “No, thank you. I’m not an inventor. I’m a designer. But I appreciate the interest.”

Lucius nodded and led her off the dancefloor with the end of the song. “Inventor or not, we can always use someone with intuition, intelligence, and ingenuity like you’ve demonstrated.”

Marinette gave him a brilliant, somewhat familiar smile. “That’s very flattering. Thank you, M. Fox. But tonight is about Max. I have my own, separate plans for my future.”

Lucius nodded in understanding. “Our loss,” he answered sincerely. “If you ever need any help or advice, please feel free to call me. I’m sure Mr. Kante will have it soon enough and can pass it onto you.” He looked back down to her shoulder again. “If I may…” He motioned toward her shoulder.

Marinette laughed. “Of course. I understand how truly impressive it is. It’s been incredibly inspirational, thinking of the options.”

“And what did your intuition tell you about tonight?” He looked up to meet her eyes, curious about her answer.

Marinette’s face went slack for a moment before she pasted on a bittersweet smile. “That it would be costly but worth it.”

Lucius quirked his head to the side. “In what way?”

Marinette shook her head absently and took a sudden interest in M. Fox’s tie. “I’m not sure yet.”

Mr. Fox’s eyes softened. “Would he be available to meet on Monday?”

Marinette grin and snapped her eyes up to him. Mission success! Max was going to get his interview! “He can be.”

“I’d actually like to speak with both of you, if you don’t mind. In my office at 10 Monday?” he offered.

Marinette faltered. “In Wayne Enterprises?”

Lucius chuckled. “Naturally.”

Marinette swallowed heavily. “Why don’t we meet somewhere else? Early morning coffee perhaps?” she offered instead with an artificial smile. “Here’s my card. Have someone give me a call or text and I can arrange it. He’s scheduled to fly in tomorrow morning. He was supposed to meet with Lexcorp Monday morning, but he’ll be at coffee to meet you instead.”

Lucius smiled back at her as he slipped her card into his pocket. “I greatly appreciate your candor and support Ms. Dupain Cheng.” He took her hand in both of his to shake it. “I cannot tell you how good it was to meet you. And if you ever get one of those feelings about me or Wayne Enterprises, let me know, okay?”

“Lucius.”

Lucius froze at the cold voice, not accustomed to that tone of voice directed at him. He looked over curiously and missed Marinette freezing before pushing another button on her belt.

Chapter 2

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bastillewolf · 4 years ago

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Shinigami Eyes (II)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: After you distastefully kill Corpse in a game of Among Us, he wants you to make it up to him and invites you to come over for the week.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love on the previous chapter, I’ve never gotten this many notes before. I hope you enjoy, and maybe leave an ask if you want to? I can’t promise I have time to do them, but I’ll pick out a couple.

Also, I might rewrite this. I kinda rushed it because I wanted to finish it by tonight, but there will be a final and third chapter to this afterwards. Please do let me know what you think.

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Shinigami Eyes - Pt. II

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

You were teamed up with Sean.

Your fist violently slammed down on the desk. “Goddammit! I don’t want to be impostor anymore! This game has no compassion for my poor nerves.” It was the third time in a row now, and you were really craving to do normal tasks now without all the scheming. “Fuck it, I don’t care if they kill me. I’m just gonna do my thing without thinking about it.”

You decide to follow Toast for a bit to watch him do some task. You kill him in Laboratory. You vent back to Launchpad and take your time walking towards MedBay while the kill button restores. You meet up with Corpse, and follow him while pretending to do wires in the Y-hallway. You watched the green bar go up, and continued. Sabotaging and then fixing lights, you made sure your place with Corpse was settled. Then the body of Lily was reported.

As you expected, Corpse easily vouched for you as he’d seen you do a task. The round was skipped, though Rae was sussed for ‘chasing’ Sean, by his own words.

“Corpse, you’ve grown weak,” you muttered to chat.

You were in Greenhouse, and decided it would be best to kill him there and sabotage Reactor. “Sorry baby, but I can’t keep following you around.” You quickly set off Reactor and murdered him in front of the plants. “Your blood shall keep the plants hydrated.” You did an evil laugh. “Pretty sure that’s not how it works, though.”

You vented down to MedBay and as you walked out you met up with Rae. She’d be the vouch who would confirm you weren’t anywhere near Greenhouse. “I’ll just have to fix my own sabotage so they’ll never suspect me.” You helped her with the handprint, and noted Sykkuno and Felix being there. Sean sabotaged lights, you killed Sykkuno, and ran out to follow Lily into Laboratory. Felix reported the body.

“Holy shit,” Rae gasped. So far, five people had died. You only needed to kill one more person. “It was Felix!”

“Wait, what?” the man in question asked. “I was fixing Reactor!”

She mentioned that only you, Sykkuno, Felix and herself had been there and that you’d helped her do handprint. “Sykkuno must have fixed it, and then you killed him!”

Sean asked if you’d seen anything.

“No, the lights were out. I followed Rae into Laboratory after the scan.” Your voice didn’t tremble or raise, a tactic you’d taken up from the best lair in the group. Well, the one who was now dead. Oops. “I haven’t seen Felix this entire game, though.”

He was evidently at a loss for words, so the group was quick to vote for him.

Pewds was ejected.

Victory.

You thanked Sean for a good game who was laughing his ass off. “I can’t believe you did Corpse like that! Poor guy!”

“I deadass thought you were innocent,” Corpse replied, “I’m hurt.”

“Why do you still sound dark and menacing when you say something like that?!”

You agreed with Sean heartily, “He’s just salty I’ve bested him at his own game.”

“Hey now, no need to actually insult me.”

The group laughed. You decided to call it for the night, right before Corpse did the same.”

***

He was calling you again. “What is it this time, you salty?”

“Salty? Nah, never,” he said, but you weren’t convinced.

“Then why you calling?”

“What, I can’t call my friends after playing a nice round of Among Us?”

“Not when you lost the game and you call the person who you lost to. Kinda sus, dude.”

“Alright, maybe a little salty.” You smirked.

“Aw, you need me to make it up to you?”

He laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

A bunch of thoughts, most not rated PG-13, crossed your mind. You were suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable. This was probably just something innocent, which got twisted in your fucked-up mind. You shrugged, “Uh… I don’t know.”

“I got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Come over this week. You said you needed a break, right?”

“That sounds more like you’re doing me a favour instead of me making it up to you.”

“I don’t have any friends. You’d be making it up to me by being the first physical person here in years. I usually don’t invite people over.”

“Wow, I’m flattered. So, you don’t consider me to be your friend after all?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he chuckled.

“Sure, sure. Tell me that again when my presence suddenly brightens your life making you not want to get rid of me, ever.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

***

You walk through the gates following a hoard of people, all the while still feeling drowsy from not getting any sleep during your flight. At least you didn’t have any turbulence and landed safely. Glancing around here and there with no result, you figured Corpse would be waiting outside, until you spotted a figure clad in black a little ends away by the escalator. You were glad you were still awake enough to have found him, because he appeared to silently linger halfway behind a fern.

At least, you hoped it was him. The only indications were his clothes, mask and dark hair. You saw him run a hand through it, and identified the chipped black nail polish and familiar rings. Oh yea, that was him alright.

He seemed to be paying more attention to the floor until he saw two feet appear in his line of sight. “Hey,” you awkwardly greeted. A bit taken a back, he replied, “Oh, wow. Hey.” A mask was covering the bottom of his face, but as far as you could see his eyes were a very dark shade.

“Wow?” you repeated. He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Yea, sorry. It’s a compliment.” You held your elbow out in a safe-distance gestured hello, but he shrugged you off. “You’re gonna be staying with me anyways.” Suddenly in a daze, you felt him wrap his arms around your waist and instantly hugged him back. His baggy sweater felt warm and soft to the touch, and strands of hair tickled your face. You very much tried to repress your smile and blush, but how could you? Hugging someone wasn’t supposed to feel this good. When he pulled back he reached down to take your suitcase from you. “I don’t own a car, is it okay if we take a cab?”

“Y-Yeah, of course,” you stuttered, “But it’s on me. Same with food and stuff.” “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “No, you’re letting me stay with you and a hotel would’ve been a lot more expensive than this. It’s my treat.” “Yeah, we’ll see.” He gave you a look and even with the mask you could tell he was smirking underneath it.

It’s about half an hour drive to his apartment complex, and it’s rather nice. “All that YouTube money paying off, huh?” you asked in amusement. “You’d know,” he replied. You insisted on carrying your suitcase up the stairs yourself, which he silently shook his head at, until after a few flights he noticed you struggling and settled on carrying the thing in between the two of you. “How many clothes did you bring?” “Oh, it’s mostly filled with bricks I might need to throw at your head.” He laughed at that.

His apartment was simple, but cosy. “Home sweet home,” he said, almost sarcastically. You furrowed your brow at him. “I’m sure you could’ve had it a lot worse.” He reluctantly agreed.

He helped you set down your luggage in what appeared to be his bedroom, where the curtains were still closed and the black bedsheets fresh. He had a few pieces of fanart up on his wall, and some on his closet. You turned to him and gave him a look. “You’re not sleeping on the couch.”

He quickly shook his head, “You’re not sleeping there. If you won’t let me sleep on the couch I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“If you’re sleeping on the floor, I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he murmured. “What?” “Nothing.”

He suggested playing video games as you were both too tired to do anything else. You’d landed quite late yet were still confused about what time it actually was. Flying is weird. You hopped onto his couch and grabbed a controller.

He sat down next to you, but suddenly seemed tenser than before.

“You okay? You can just go to sleep if you want to.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I don’t sleep a lot. It’s fine.”

You didn’t stop looking at him, though. He was still wearing that mask. “You don’t have to take it off, if you don’t want to. I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that, I just…” He took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected him to take it off then and there. You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape, controller barely held by your numb hands.

“Disappointed?”

It was as if he was expecting you to make a face or something, but you didn’t give him anything, except for a blatant “Nope” and an “Are we gonna play now or what?”

“You don’t have anything else to say?”

You shrugged, and looked him up and down again. “You’re kind of what I imagined you to be.”

“What’s that?”

“Handsome.”

Neither of you could stop smiling for the rest of the night.

You eventually forced him to sleep in his own bed, even going as far as to shove him into the room and keep your weight against the door so he couldn’t get out, so he eventually relented. “Inviting you here was a mistake.” “How come? All I’ve done so far is look after you!” “You’re a nightmare.”

You mostly stayed in for the week, which you didn’t mind at all. Being in such a closed-off environment with someone you got along with was nice. He attempted to get you to lift the weights in his room and succeeded for around fifteen minutes until you nearly dropped a dumbbell on your foot. You ordered take-out from his favourite restaurant, watched horror movies until you adapted to his sleeping schedule because you were too scared to close your eyes now, and even streamed a bit together with your friends.

“Wait, is Corpse with you?” Rae had asked.

“No, I’m at Corpse’s. He’s sitting across from me so I can’t see his screen but we’re gonna have to share the Discord unless you want to hear an echo.”

“Ah, man! You got to see his face, too?” Sykkuno whined.

“Stop simping, Sykkuno. You get enough attention from him already.”

“Don’t worry, I still love you,” Corpse said.

“Huh?”

It was probably a good thing that you got teamed up again, because you could indeed start to see his hands shaking right as the word ‘impostor’ appeared on the screen. You reached over and stroked it with your thumb. He smiled gratefully back at you.

“Just please,” he pleaded later that day, “Sleep in the bed. If only for one night.”

“No. I’ve heard about and now seen your sleeping habits. If you take the couch you’re never going to get any sleep.” You made a real effort to show him how comfortable you were – even though your back had started to hurt already after the first night – by crawling underneath your blanket and rubbing your head into the soft pillow. He snorted.

Next thing, you feel yourself being lifted by an arm underneath your knees and one around your back. “Corpse! Put me the fuck down!” you shrieked. You knew he lifted weights, but how the hell did he still have the energy as an insomniac? He ungracefully dropped you onto the matrass and turned the lights off. “Good night.”

You quickly got hold of the back of his hoodie before he could leave and pulled. He fell down next to you with a low huff. “Fine, I’ll sleep in the bed. But only if you sleep here too.”

“I snore.”

“Don’t care.”

For some reason, there wasn’t any tension or awkwardness. You were comfortable, and the soft rhythm of his breathing seemed to soothe you. He called out your name, to see if you were still awake.

“Hm?”

“…Thanks for coming over.”

“Any time.”

This was how you would spend the rest of the nights, and whenever either of you woke up suddenly curled up around the other, you didn’t mention it or move away from it. It was the first time in years Corpse got a few nights of complete rest.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Perspective

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here. My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that. My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it - I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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