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enchantingjacarandas · 10 months ago

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Two Sides (Hyunjin) [2/2]

Pairing: Felix / Hyunjin (Minor or Background, Han Jisung | Han / Lee Minho | Lee Know)

Tags: Smut/18+, College/University AU, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends With Benefits, Non-Linear Narrative, First Meetings, Old Money

Other Sites to Read on: Ao3 or Wattpad

Words: 15,070

Part: (2/2)

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Hyunjin couldn’t look at the man in front of him. He thought that the business deal he was sitting on with his dad would be like any other. He had terribly miscalculated. In front of him was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. He tried to focus on the deal going down, but it was frustratingly hard with the man sitting directly across the table from him. He simply elected to ignore the man altogether, centering his thoughts on the papers in front of him.

When he finally got the nerve to look up at the man he had disappeared. He quickly excused himself from the meeting. He looked all around the building, but there was no sign of him anywhere. Only a memory in his head, he worried it would soon fade.

The grass resembled triangles thanks to the intersecting sidewalks. Hyunjin and Changbin continued walking straight on their paved path. Sunny skies above made the day feel like a warm blanket when Hyunjin walked outside. It felt comforting. Hyunjin would probably end up asking Changbin if they could study outside for a change rather than spending time in one of their friend’s dingy dorm rooms.

A swift wind blew by the pair as the man from the meeting suddenly approached them. He was clearly out of breath, but trying to play it off. Hyunjin looked around wondering where he had run from, yet he only saw the vast open space of the campus around them.

“You’re Hyunjin right?” Hyunjin’s eyes grew large at the man remembering his name. “Well, I’m Felix. I'm-not-sure-if-you-remember-me-from-our-parents' business deal but…” Felix paused to catch his breath from speaking way too fast. A smile crept on Hyunjin’s face at the heavy breathing. A desire to see him flushed and out of breath on his bed flourished inside Hyunjin. His mind soon wondered how the man would look without his clothes. What areas could Hyunjin touch to make him the most sensitive? Was he loud in bed? He hoped he was loud.

“Is that something that interests you?”

Hyunjin was taken aback by the question. He wished he could supply an answer, but he couldn’t even come close to figuring out what Felix was trying to ask him.

Felix continued. “Er I guess not, sorry for asking.” Felix let out an awkward laugh as he waved him goodbye. He then sprinted off in the opposite direction. Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows. “Does he run everywhere?”

“He seems…” Changbin trailed off.

“Cute?” Hyunjin attempted to supply the answer to Changbin’s unfinished sentence, while also stating what he was on his mind.

Ignoring the remark, Changbin elected to finish his original sentence. “Nice.” He paused, then continued in an exasperated tone. “Don’t try to ruin him.”

Hyunjin playfully rolled his eyes at the statement then gave a simple shrug as he attempted to defend himself. “I just wanna have some fun.”

“I don’t mind what you want, but he doesn’t seem like the type who usually goes for hookups.” Changbin worried that the boy he just met was way in over his head. Hyunjin wasn’t the type to go easy on someone. Yet, oddly enough when they spoke Hyunjin seemed just as naive as the boy to Changbin for a moment.

“Oh and you're the expert on hooking up and not me.” Hyunjin knew he was being snarky, but couldn’t help it when he knew Changbin didn’t know anything about sleeping around.

Changbin raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying.”

“I know that you might be right, but I’m going to at least try.” Hyunjin gave a playful pout as he spoke. “I just want to taste.”

“Eww keep that stuff in your head or with whoever you take to bed. I just don’t wanna hear it.” Changbin started running towards their next class. He avoided Hyunjin like they were five and Hyunjin had cooties.

“Come on, please.” Jisung was on his knees begging Hyunjin to go to his stupid yacht party. Hyunjin was planning on going anyway, but Jisung had informed him there was a catch. He’d have to explain to his boyfriend that they were just friends.

“I don’t want to be involved in your stupid lover’s spat.” Hyunjin didn’t want anything to do with Jisung and his complicated relationship with Minho. He knew things could go south so fast with that man, because Minho was simply crazy.

“But you are already involved.” Hyunjin glared at him. It wasn’t his fault that Jisung had a crazy boyfriend. If Hyunjin had an insane boyfriend he would have never sent the massive amount of heart texts Jisung did. Jisung continued trying to coax the man. “I just need you to back me up.”

Hyunjin spoke through clenched teeth. “I’m not the one who sent all the heart messages. It was all your doing. I shouldn’t have to say anything to him.”

“Which is why I’ll do all the talking.” Jisung placed his hand on his chest to emphasize that he would take the brunt of the situation.

Hyunjin gave him a side eye. “All the talking?”

“Of course.” Jisung gave an innocent smile. Hyunjin wondered if Jisung himself believed his own lie.

Hyunjin knew it was better just to say no and not get involved. Even though Jisung promised he’d do all the talking, Hyunjin would still have to end up having to do some explaining. However, Hyunjin let out a sigh, “Alright”.

Jisung lit up and ran to hug him with open arms. Hyunjin simply put his hand up blocking him from the action. “Do you really want your boyfriend to be more mad?”

“Oh right. You think a high five would be cool?” Jisung raised his hand. Hyunjin couldn’t believe Jisung was so smitten with a guy like this. He gave Jisung his high five. He only supported their relationship because of how happy Jisung seemed by it, plus when Minho got jealous Jisung never seemed too terribly worried. Hyunjin sometimes thought that Jisung enjoyed making plans for wooing back Minho more than he enjoyed the actual relationship itself. Going around in circles like that seemed exhausting to Hyunjin. Still, whatever it was, it brought Jisung joy.

Hyunjin’s head seemed to slowly sway side to side along with the yacht. When he, Chan, and Changbin had entered the boat, the water was calm and still. After a while of sitting Hyunjin had begun to feel all the tiny little movements the boat made, around the time his leg had started bouncing quadruple time of the motions.

Jisung was lounging on the longest couch in the room while Chan, Changbin, and Hyunjin were squished into the smaller couch. The boys had chosen their couches without much thought and didn’t mind being packed tightly together. It was much better than being in the middle of a possible warzone. Hyunjin pictured how the lovely room would turn into a battlefield as soon as Minho stepped in front of the security guard by the doorway.

At the thought of Minho’s arrival, nightmares Hyunjin had last night flashed in front of him. The vivid taste of tissues entered his senses. Hyunjin almost scratched his arms at the memory of being cooked in an airfryer at 180 degrees. In all of them he could see Minho’s menacing smile looking down at him. He was sure that if Minho wanted to he could make his nightmares reality. He shivered, trying to get his thoughts away from himself.

Changbin must have noticed one or all of Hyunjin’s actions for he placed a drink in front of him. “Come on. Just a sip to take the edge off.”

Jisung’s voice rang out. “Nope. We’re not doing that. The last thing you want Minho to think is that you’re some sloppy drunk that does stuff like this all the time.”

“Says the sloppy drunk who caused all this,” Hyunjin mumbled.

Jisung tried to defend himself, but Chan beat him to it. “Even if he did cause this mess, he’s trying to fix it. So, as his friend you should be doing your best to support him.” Chan narrowed his eyes on the drink. “That means having a clear head when doing so.”

Changbin shrugged them off, taking the drink in his hand for himself instead. Hyunjin sighed at the conclusion everyone agreed on. He didn’t think his head was clear with all his thoughts bouncing around jumbling up his mind. Just half a glass would clear some of his nerves.

Yet, Hyunjin raised his hand in defeat. “Fine.” Changbin moved past Chan to check out what other liquor Jisung had stashed around. As Chan sooted over to sit close to Hyunjin giving him a warm smile.

Clearing his throat Chan put on his classic parental voice. “Listen as someone who's literally been there, it will be over before you know it. Plus, Minho might jump ship.” Hyunjin perked up at the thought.

Jisung had a devilish smirk. “That won’t happen this time. Even if it does, I have precautions in place.” Hyunjin deflated back into the mess he was before, leg tapping and all.

“Even so,” Chan continued. “It’s all just anticipation, right now.” He then leaned in close to Hyunjin’s ear so Jisung couldn’t hear. “Plus in no time they’ll probably only have eyes for each other and could care less if you were even in the room. You’ll wanna book it fast if you see Minho’s sex eyes though.” His body seemed to shake at the thought. Hyunjin was glad to have someone with experience here with him.

The security guard’s radio boomed through the room. “Code Bunny.”

Jisung lit up. “Well, he’s here so that wait will soon be over.” He seemed to practically waltz out of the room. Hyunjin could only assume he was making sure the precautions he mentioned earlier held up. If they failed, he was sure Jisung would simply take his helicopter to track down Minho.

“Love makes you crazy.” Hyunjin kept the thought private. He briefly wondered if love could make himself crazy. A jarring ping fill Hyunjin’s ear before he could dwell too much on it.

Chan gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that. Let me go text them back.” Chan went towards the window with phone in hand. The empty space next to Hyunjin was filled by Changbin once again.

Giving out a cheeky grin, Changbin shook the bottle in front of Hyunjin. Hyunjin glanced around to check that Chan was immersed in his phone. He was dumbly smiling at whoever he was texting back and forth with. The perfect distraction for Hyunjin to get wasted.

He was on his third cup when Chan loudly screamed. “YAH!” Hyunjin, knowing this would be his last opportunity, quickly moved his hand towards his mouth. The action was halted by Chan’s faster hand. The liquid spilled towards the carpeted ground, ignoring Hyunjin’s open mouth completely.

Frustrated, Chan spoke, “I thought we agreed on no alcohol.”

“I never agreed to such a thing. Changbin, did you hear me say that?”

“I don’t believe you did say such a thing.”

Chan rolled his eyes at their antics. He pulled the glass out from Hyunjin’s hand, finally resting easier now that the glass was away from him. There was much left inside of it anyways after the majority of the liquid landed on the floor. He sent a warning glare towards Changbin as Changbin grabbed the bottle, only softening when Changbin handed it to him. Everyone turned towards the door when it slammed opened.

Jisung stood in the doorway in horror. “I leave the room for one minute and come back to see you’ve messed up the place? I’m not so surprised by you two.” Jisung pointed at Changbin and Hyunjin. Then he shook his head disapprovingly. “But Chan, how could you let me down like this?”

Chan's mouth hung open in shock. “You think I wanted any of this to happen?” He gestured to the mess while Hyunjin and Changbin were in a fit of giggles.

“Either way Minho is on his way up so if you guys can’t clean it up, at least cover it.”

“You guys are just gonna make a mess in here anyways,” Hyunjin sarcastically spoke. He was a bit shocked at how his nerves had dissipated so quickly. Maybe, Changbin did give good advice. Was alcohol really the cure to nervousness?

“Be that as it may, Minho tends to only like the messes he causes.” Jisung spoke nonchalantly as if it was a normal thing to say. The rest of the room reacted in pure horror or shock.

“Ew, too much info. How do I delete memories again?” Changbin shivered from disgust at the new information. Hyunjin smiled at his friend’s pain receiving a warning glare in return.

Chan cleared the tension. “Alright, let’s try to get the stain out. If that doesn’t work we’ll move that rug on top of it.” Jisung stood behind the group tapping his foot impatiently as they cleaned up the spilled alcohol. After they were done a peculiar rug was placed under the small couch.

Jisung was more at ease with the mess out of the way. “Minho will be here soon so, if you guys wanna head out now’s your chance.”

“Alright, then,” Chan spoke. Both he and Changbin stood up to start heading towards the door.

“Wait, they aren’t staying?”

“No, why would we want to stay?” Changbin furrowed his brow.

“Because you want to support your dearest friend.” Hyunjin gave puppy dog eyes while lightly pulling at the oldest’s arm.

Chan indulged him. “As dear as you may be, we are far more scared of Minho and Jisung in the same room after having a fight.” Chan seemed to recall memories. Hyunjin had only heard the stories from when Chan had tried to step in the middle of the couple’s relationship. Chan thought they were becoming unhealthy and wanted to change things, needless to say it was one of Minho and Jisung’s longest fights. Chan learned his lesson of stepping in between the two of them. He more or less supported the couple now.

Changbin patted Hyunjin’s back. “Good luck pal.” Hyunjin could only cross his arms and pout like a child who heard no for the first time.

Chan held up his phone, shaking it towards Changbin. “I have intel that says beer pong is going on two floors down.”

“Perfect.” Changbin gave one final glance at a disappointed Hyunjin before finally exiting the room with Chan.

Hyunjin moved to the middle of his couch rather than being on Jisung’s. The new space next to him allowed him to breathe easier, but at the same time made him feel more exposed. Minho could easily jump him if wanted.

Jisung seemed to grow more and more eager for Minho’s arrival while Hyunjin only wanted to curl more and more into himself. Maybe Minho wouldn’t be able to see him if he was small enough.

The door made a high pitched squeak as it swung open. “I said I got it.” There was no mistaking it, that was Minho’s voice. Hyunjin studied Minho as he made his way to the center of the room followed by one of Jisung’s guards. His arms were crossed like Hyunjin had done earlier, but Minho wasn’t pouting, he was annoyed. He already seemed over everything before Jisung even had the chance to explain.

Jisung cleared his throat just to speak timidly. “Well… Hyunjin can explain.” Hyunjin knew this would happen, but it didn’t change his overwhelming disappointment any less.

He spoke through gritted teeth. “I’d love to explain.” Hyunjin really should have prepared more, but thought maybe just explaining the situation as it was would be the best. “You know how Jisung gets when he’s drunk…”

The room was void of any guards and the couple was now sitting on the same couch talking amongst themselves. The murky air around when Minho had first entered the room was almost cleared. Yet, Hyunjin hadn’t quite found the right time to leave. He didn’t want to ruin the moment between the two of them or make things worse, so he silently watched the couple from his couch. They hadn’t been paying much attention to him regardless.

Minho finally turned to look at Jisung. “But there’s one thing you must promise to never do again.”

Jisung grabbed both of Minho’s hands with his own. “And what is that, my love?” Hyunjin turned away from the scene completely at the pet name. He found it far too intimate to be uttered when not in private. He was close to gagging, but kept quiet and unseen by the love birds.

“Never let Seungmin best me in anything again.” There was a certain bite to his tone that would send most people into a panic, but Jisung gave a simple pout.

“I only used Seungmin because I was desperate to see you.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “Desperate or not, if you still want me around then you won’t even think about ever using him again.” Jisung immediately nodded his head with understanding. Minho straddled Jisung’s lap, leaning in, lips hovering over Jisung’s. Hyunjin abruptly cut off the situation.

He leapt from the couch loudly clearing his throat. “If you guys are good now… Can I leave?” He couldn’t see if Minho had the so-called sex eyes Chan talked about, but he also wasn’t eager to find out. He pointed back and forth between the two boys. “I’d rather not see what I think is about to happen.”

Minho’s eyes were blizzard-like when he turned his head to look at Hyunjin. “Why are you still here?” It sent shivers down Hyunjin’s spin. Definitely not sex eyes, but it could still give Hyunjin nightmares nonetheless. He promptly left the room. The chilly night air filled his lungs as he attempted to head down to where the party was at. He paused at the top of the stairs, recognizing the man at the table from earlier in the day. He did a quick check through the reflection of a window. Pleased with his mirror image he straightened out his shirt and stood tall at the top of the stairs.

“Just my luck.” Hyunjin smirked as he made his way down the steps to Felix. “I never took you for a vodka type of guy.”

Hyunjin glanced at the time on his phone. He definitely had some extra time to kill. He scrolled through his text hovering over some of his usuals hook-ups before shaking his head. Although he wanted to pass the time, he wanted something a bit more fresh. A gust of wind passed by him reminding him of chilly night air on the boat, from a few days prior. That’s when he decided to text Felix.

You doing anything rn?

No, do you need something?

I was looking to kill some time. You at your apartment?

Yes

Mind if I come over?

Hyunjin tapped the side of his phone as he watched the three dots on his screen pop up and go away. Maybe it was too soon. It had only been three days since they hooked up. Normally Hyunjin would wait at least a week, but his mood was different this time around.

Hyunjin would also normally go hard in bed. It took a lot for him to get off, teasing, orgasm denial, and roleplay were common. However, when he and Felix had sex it was quite plain and vanilla, refreshing, but different from his norm. Although he had done quite a bit of teasing, he still was bewildered at the normalcy of it all. It wasn’t caused by the alcohol. Hyunjin had plenty of sex while being a little tipsy and it never felt like that. Hyunjin felt like it was time to see if Felix was the cause.

With a ding from his phone Hyunjin smiled. A warmth bloomed in his chest when he made his way towards Felix. He wouldn’t have to wait long for the answer.

Hyunjin had been on his way home when he passed by Felix’s apartment building seeing the lights still on he froze. Chan had said that Felix looked like a zombie earlier during the day in the library. Could it be that he was still working? Even when the stars have been the only thing shining in the sky for hours.

Around three months into their arrangement, Hyunjin stood outside of Felix’s door. He raised his fist up and knocked lightly. It was late and he didn’t want to disturb any of the neighboring apartments around Felix’s. He heard some rummaging then the sound of a turning lock.

The door opened just a crack to expose a hunched over dead-eyed furrow-browed Felix. “What are you doing here?” At the sight of bags forming under Felix’s eye and the disarray of the apartment from what little Hyunjin could see of it, he knew he had made the right call.

“I heard you could use a distraction.”

“From who?” Felix squinted clearly not ready to think about anything else but the assignment he was working on. His hair was sticking up in places Hyunjin had only seen after a hot and heavy night with him. The scowl he seemed to default to in this state was also new to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin shrugged. “I have my ways. Now, why don’t you let me in?”

“I look like a mess.”

Hyunjin couldn’t deny that he didn’t look like his normal put together self. His hands had marks from where he had been gripping his pen. A small cut on one of his pointer fingers looked like it came from flipping through too many pages. After examining everything Hyunjin only needed one word to perfectly describe him: endearing.

“You look like you’ve been working hard.” Hyunjin recognized that lying wouldn’t help the man in front of him in the state he was in.

“Is that a complement?” Felix was normally quite reserved with Hyunjin. It was a breath of fresh air for Hyunjin to get to experience Felix with less of a filter. He was amazed with the sunshine-like realness that poured out of Felix

“It is. Hard work is a wonderful thing, don't you think? Plus it gives you an excuse to slack off.” Hyunjin tried to steer the conversation back on track. He was here to give Felix his much needed rest.

“I don’t know, I think I should at least start to copy down my essay for the final draft.” His next words came out in a grumpy mumble. “Stupid professor not allowing essays to be submitted online.”

“Well…” Hyunjin tapped his chin with his pointer finger acting like he was in deep thought. “As an expert in essays I say you need a break.”

“An expert?”

Hyunjin placed his hand on his upper chest. “I’m the best.”

Felix looked side to side on the floor. “What does break time entail?”

“Shall we meet in the bedroom and find out?” The comment seemed to be all Felix needed to get his energy back, for he sprung up standing taller. The sweet sunny smile Hyunjin remembered returned to Felix’s face. It made a smile spread across his own face as well. Hyunjin was happy to supply Felix with his new vibrancy.

“Sounds good to me.” Felix pulled Hyunjin inside, locking the door behind him. Hyunjin let out a giggle at his eagerness, halting when Felix kissed him. It was a simple peck at first, but they quickly melted into each other. Their lips locked on to each other hungrily wanting to taste more.

Hyunjin chalked it up to Felix being tired, as he was hardly ever the first to initiate physical intimacy. Once, Felix drunkenly asked Hyunjin to never kiss him. He was a mess that day and was pulled away by Minho. It probably made Hyunjin look worse in Minho’s eyes, but Minho never said anything to him. Hyunjin always assumed Felix never quite told his friends what they were doing behind closed doors and it only got confirmed by the surprise look on Minho’s face that day.

They seemed to be fine afterwards and Felix never brought up the incident. Hyunjin figured it was either because he wanted everyone to forget about it or he'd actually forgotten about it himself. Either way Hyunjin assumed if there was a problem Felix would come to him about it. When nothing came of it he chalked up the whole thing to Felix being wasted and saying random shit.

Needless to say, Hyunjin was starting to enjoy filterless Felix’s liveliness, reciprocating every action with his own matching fire. When Felix tightened his grip on Hyunjin’s shoulders, Hyunjin trailed his fingers down the other’s arm. The air had an intense, heavy heat. If flames were to spring from their passion neither one would notice. They were too busy trying to get their bodies as close as possible.

Lube from Hyunjin’s pocket

Hyunjin gets some for him stroking Felix off

Felix uses up the last of the pocket lube

Felix took off his shirt rapidly talking off Hyunjin’s after. Lips danced across each other as they achingly made their way to the bedroom. Pausing at the bed, Hyunjin took off Felix’s pants and underwear in a swift motion. Hyunjin placed his hands on the underside of Felix’s penis gripping it, the other hand kept a firm hold on Felix’s hip making sure he wasn’t going anywhere. He took out pocket size lube out of his pants and spread it across Felix’s dick. Leisurely he supplied probing pulls while monitoring Felix’s reactions. He was so caught up in trying to hear any little noises that escaped Felix’s lips that he didn’t notice Felix taking off his own pants. He only realized it when Felix had grabbed his dick sending a rushing spike through his body. Felix was eager today and Hyunjin was in no mood to slow him down.

Hyunjin heard the last of his pocket lube being used as Felix squirted it out. The cool liquid from the lube cascaded over his dick. Felix gave an experimental tug to Hyunjin’s dick causing the man to let out a gasp. Hyunjin rested his head on Felix’s shoulder attempting to recover. Felix didn’t give him very long before stroking the dick once again. Sparks played across Hyunjin’s eyes at the blaze of Felix’s actions. Hyunjin placed a simple kiss on Felix’s neck before returning his movement's full force. It seemed to slowly turn into a competition of who could jerk off the other the fastest.

Hyunjin slowed down for a short moment, enthralled with his own pleasure. However, it was long enough for Felix to give up on the idea of him keeping up with his pace for he took both of their dicks in his hands, repeating the tugging motion from before. The shocks of pleasure came in crashing waves for Hyunjin. He bit his hand to stifle his moans. He could hear the light snicker Felix made at his cover up.

Felix was so alluring Hyunjin was starting to find it hard to focus. Sex with Felix never resulted in something like this. It was a new rush that Hyunjin was having a hard time keeping up with. Lost in the motions of everything Hyunjin let a moan slip through without properly muffling it. Felix just kept moving faster and faster, no signs of stopping. Hyunjin felt the familiar bundle of nerves growing in his stomach. He was so close to release, just a few more tugs.

Right when Hyunjin was lost in the idea of coming off of just a handjob, the hands disappeared from his dick landing on his shoulders. Felix abruptly pushed him down onto the bed. He didn’t leave him alone for long taking out the condoms and lube from his bedside drawer tossing them on the bed. Hyunjin took the condom and lube, setting them aside for later. There was quite a bit of teasing he still wanted to do with Felix now that he was out of his lust state.

Hyunjin pulled him down to the bed, laying his head on the pillow as he laid beside him. Hyunjin rotated his neck to the side landing on Felix’s. He had an awful addiction to attaching himself to the neck during sex. It always sent a rush down below. Hyunjin moved to where Felix’s neck met his collarbone, running his tongue over that spot. He left open mouth kisses while sucking on the spot as his hand wandered close by. His palm lightly rested atop Felix’s Adam’s apple feeling it bob up and down when he swallowed. Hyunjin smirked at the realization Felix was just where he wanted him.

He licked his way up Felix’s neck and nibbled on his ear. He could hear Felix’s shaky breathing at the action. It was a drug Hyunjin wanted more of. He traced down the middle of Felix’s chest watching the action from Felix’s perspective, making sure he was being alluring as possible. He was going to make sure Felix’s mind never wandered to work during this break. His eyes would remain on Hyunjin the whole time.

Hyunjin continued moving his hand lower. When his hand trailed along Felix’s waist he gave an involuntary thrust. Hyunjin kept his hand moving around Felix’s dick, but never touching it. He wondered if he could get Felix off on this alone, with the way Felix’s breathing came out in puffs on his ear it didn’t seem too far fetched. Thrusts would come from Felix now and then, but only when Felix finally gave in letting out an aching whine did Hyunjin finally touch his dick.

He littered a few kisses on Felix's neck while giving out a couple of mindless tugs before moving away. He picked up the lube from earlier and saw Felix pout.

“Hey don’t be like that.” Then he held the lube up for Felix to see, he said. “Look what I had to get.” The thrill of arousal was evident on Felix’s face. He pulled Hyunjin into an electrifying makeout session. The charged power traveled straight to Hyunjin’s passion, giving it more energy.

Ever so slightly Felix was starting to move his legs. Hyunjin wondered if the man purposely spread his legs leaving his hole wide open for Hyunjin to put his finger inside. Purposely done or not it didn’t stop Hyunjin from spreading lube across the other’s entrance. He put a bit more on his fingers before setting the lube back down.

With one finger inside him Felix broke his lips from Hyunjin resting his head on the man’s shoulder. “Just like that and you’re already done?” He moved his finger little by little, slowly losing up Felix.

“No…” Felix mumbled out the word before continuing the rest of his thought. “I just think, I really needed this.”

Hyunjin smirked. “I told you. Everyone needs a break every once in a while.” Felix stayed quiet. Hyunjin wondered if there was something else he wanted to say, but decided to pull him away from whatever it was so he could focus on the now. “I’m about to give you what you need and more.” With that Hyunjin added another finger.

By the end of prepping Felix was a panting mess. “You ready?” Felix nodded in response. There was a haze in his eyes, but it was nothing Hyunjin hadn’t seen before.

Hyunjin ripped open the condom with his teeth, throwing the wrapper away while blowing off the piece stuck to his lip. He had kept eye contact with Feix throughout the whole thing. He didn’t want him to miss a single sultry action. He rolled the condom around his dick.

He checked Felix’s eyes one more time making sure this was what he wanted. Receiving a nod once again from him, Hyunjin continued. He lined himself up with Felix’s hole and pushed into him in one fluid motion. Felix sat on him holding him tightly. Hyunjin placed light kisses around his shoulder area attempting to ease the pain of it all.

After a while, Hyunjin noticed that instead of telling him that he was ready Felix had begun to move on his own. Hyunjin gave him an inquisitive look before laying down to let the man do his work. Felix placed both his legs on the sides of Hyunjin. At the start Felix more sat up to fall on Hyunjin’s dick before finding his rhythm. He practically glowed, finding the perfect spot to pound Hyunjin’s dick into. They both felt the rush from Felix’s blazing speed. Hyunjin wondered if his thighs would end up killing him tomorrow as he watched them start to wobble.

When the pace had started to slow down and Hyunjin thought the cries coming from Felix were more from frustration than pleasure he took a hold of the situation. He gripped Felix’s wobbling thighs lifting him up. In their new position Felix wrapped his legs around Hyunjin as he pounded into his ass. The air was filled with moans of pure pleasure from both of them.

Hyunjin tensed as he felt cool fingers on his back, he knew what was coming next. Felix always clawed his back to shreds. This time he decided to be proactive before the pain could worsen, and flipped Felix around. He could see the slight frown Felix made at the new position. I wasn’t what Felix preferred, but Hyunjin didn’t want to deal with patching himself up tonight. He would just have to be extra delectable for Felix to make it up to him.

After Felix let out a moan, curling his toes, Hyunjin knew he had found the spot he was looking for. He continued to abuse the area. Felix's moans got louder and higher as Hyunjin kept up his rapid speed. With the way Felix tilted his head up Hyunjin was sure it was from seeing stars. Hyunjin decided to give him an especially harsh thrust making Felix’s eyes roll back.

Ragged breaths escaped Hyunjin’s lips as he admired the scene he had created below him. The expanse of Felix’s back with the grip he held on the sheets he had below him. Hyunjin looked towards his own hands seeing how they gripped Felix’s waist. Noticing how white his fingers were from holding Felix in place he decided to readjust. He checked on Felix’s stomach feeling that it was wet. Pulling his hand away he inspected the liquid. Felix had definitely come.

“Shit, I’m not even close yet.” Hyunjin would have to try to be fast in order to not over stimulate the already tired man. Felix already crashed his head into the pillow below him. Hyunjin wondered if it would be better to rush in full force or ease into things once again. He decided that he was too close and didn’t want to let the opportunity slip him by.

With a long pull back that probably made Felix think was the man exiting him. Hyunjin gave a silent apology, as he rammed back into the man full force and hurriedly chased his high. Felix was much tighter, squeezing his hole around Hyunjin’s dick. Still, the pained whimpers and cries that came from the man below him were hard for Hyunjin to block out.

By the time Hyunjin had finally released Felix a pool of tears on his pillow. He was gentle after he took his dick out this time. He looked back at the red angry hole and felt immediate remorse. Felix was still and unmoving while Hyunjin tied off the condom.

“I’m sor–”

“It’s fine.” Felix spoke harshly before looking at Hyunjin and softening. “I’m really fine. I’ll go clean up.” Felix gestured towards his cum covered stomach. Before scanning his eyes up and down Hyunjin. “You should do the same.”

Then Felix left for the main bathroom while Hyunjin decided he would take the one connected to Felix’s room. It wasn’t normal, but with the messy living room Hyunjin couldn’t blame the man for not wanting him to be there unsupervised. Hyunjin cleaned up the condom wrapper and placed the lube back where Felix had gotten it from. Picking up the clothes he left from last time he was here, nicely washed by Felix. He gave one last big stretch before finally heading into the bathroom.

Hyunjin came out of the bathroom surprised to see Felix already back to work on his essay. He had only come here to be a short break for the man so he shrugged it off. He sat at the edge of the bed putting in earbuds as he tapped on a video from his subscription page. It was time for some mind numbing content. He didn’t want to distract Felix so, he kept to himself waiting for the man to be done.

Hyunjin let out an amused puff of air. He glanced at the pillows on the bed wondering if maybe he might stay over this time. Checking in on Felix he saw the man staring back at him. Felix quickly turned away when his eyes met Hyunjin’s.

Hyunjin looked around wondering if he had broken some unspoken rule. He briefly worried that Felix was silently mad at him for chasing his high earlier, but let the idea fade when he remembered the smile the man had given him afterwards. He looked back in the man’s direction just to see him trying to sneak more peaks of him. Felix was no longer working on his paper and instead more interested in him. It was clear while Hyunjin came here to be a brief distraction he was being more of a vexatious disturbance to Felix’s work.

Hyunjin let out a sigh as he took his earbuds out. It was really late and the apartment had a certain mellowness that made it hard for Hyunjin to stand up. He wanted to be lazy and fall on to the bed, but knew that wasn’t right. Felix clearly needed to finish this assignment and if Hyunjin was just getting in the way then he had to leave.

As he stood in Felix’s bedroom doorway he spoke. “I think I’m gonna head out.”

“Oh, really? You don’t have to.” He did have to. Hyunjin had some homework he could start working on as well if he couldn't sleep. It was probably better for both of them if he left now.

“I appreciate that, but I should go.” He then turned to face the other. “Message me when you finally finish all this, and maybe I’ll give you a reward.” He winked before he walked away to the apartment door. Hyunjin furrowed his brows at the strange pull he felt to stay. He lightly shook off the thought.

He had done his part. “I came here to support Felix. If I stay I’ll just be getting in the way. Besides, I gave him some extra motivation. I’m sure he’ll message me as soon as he is done.” With that thought Hyunjin could finally move the door knob.

The warmth from the apartment faded with each step Hyunjin took. It was hard not to look back, but he didn’t want to be selfish. This assignment was important to Felix and he had only shown up to help him. Now that his job was done it was time to move on.

Jisung sighed for the tenth time. Hyunjin and Changbin had both silently agreed not to ask about it, knowing the cause was probably something to do with Minho. Jisung had invited them to his penthouse apartment under the pretense of studying. Hyunjin had a big project coming up with Changbin so they were determined to use their time wisely. They hoped to get it finished by the end of today, but realistically they’d probably need to do another additional day of work.

They were in a good groove even with Jisung’s sighing as a slight hindrance. Hyunjin had faith in the end being just around the corner. As long as they didn’t ask Jisung, Hyunjin knew the project could get done, tonight. Hyunjin and Changbin were pulled from their thoughts from a knock on the door. They both shared a look of fear. Their perfect plan was crumbling right before their eyes as Jisung gleefully skipped towards the door.

“Hello Chan.”

Hyunjin had hoped Chan wouldn’t come over because he knew he’d want to help Jisung. Chan was like the moral compass or dad of their group and would often advise them on their problems. He also liked for everyone in the group to help think of solutions.

Changbin turned to Hyunjin. “I guess the project will have to wait.”

Hyunjin let out a sigh. “I thought he said he wasn’t coming.”

Chan was puzzled as he glanced around the room. “Why is Jisung the only one that seems happy to see me?” Jisung almost resembled a puppy as he waited for Chan by the door with a happy smile.

Hyunjin had given up. “Because he has a problem he wants to talk about, while we don’t.”

“Well every one’s problems are important especially if they are looking for help,” Chan reasoned as he took off his shoes. The boys on the floor knew Chan was right. They just preferred to be in their fantasyland where this would be the last day they had to work on the project.

Changbin sarcastically said, “Even if it’s about Minho?”

Jisung was taken back. “I never said it was about Minho!”

“Is it about Minho?” Hyunjin wasn’t convinced for a second.

Jisung was reluctant to speak, but knew there was no avoiding it. “Yes.”

“What happened this time?” Chan asked as he made his way towards the group.

“I don’t really know...” Jisung fumbled with his fingers. “I don’t really want a solution right now. I just want a distraction to cheer me up.” Everyone seemed to sigh with relief at that. Jisung was always the best at plans, so when he asked the groups for help their ideas were often not good enough. It was painful on both ends. The group was better at helping Jisung talk through things or cheering up his mood.

Chan placed his bag down and joined their work space. “Hyunjin, have you got any new drawings? That normally cheers him up a bit.”

“Yeah I think I have something.” Hyunjin dug through his bag. He opened up a folder revealing condoms. “Oops wrong folder one sec.” He rummaged around a bit more, finding the folder. “You’re lucky I got a head start on this assignment, it isn’t due for another month. Let me know what you think?”

Jisung delicately took the drawing as Chan glanced at it from behind him. “Woah this is really pretty.” There was an awe struck smile on Jisung’s face as he examined the artwork.

The drawing was a yellow pencil sketch of sidewalks making triangular grass patches. The outlines were defined with an almost brown dark yellow. The details of the tree were easy to see, the bumpy cracked bark was almost life-like. There was a giant sun in the sky. Light yellows seemed to flow down from it, scattering the warmth towards every inch of the drawing.

Chan nodded his head. “Yeah you did a really good job. I’m sure you’ll get a good grade when you turn it in.”

“Well, that drawing is just the first half of the first part of a much larger assignment.” Hyunjin didn’t feel like explaining the whole thing at the moment. He just wanted to help out Jisung’s dreary mood.

Changbin finally got a glimpse at the work and noticed something no one else had. “It’s our campus, right?”

Chan looked it over once again, but something was different about his expression. “What was the assignment?”

Hyunjin’s will at not explaining faltered. “It was to draw a scene of warmth using only one warm color. The other half is making a cool tone drawing with just one cool color. Then there’s a bunch of other color wheel stuff I have to make after that.” Hyunjin gave out his boring explanation as the other three continued staring at the artwork.

Jisung squinted his eyes. “Why yellow?”

“Why not?” Hyunjin joked before supplying his real answer. “It was the first color I picked up and I thought it might be challenging. Art gets boring when you just go the easy route.” Jisung nodded his head in agreement although the only drawing he ever did were doodles in class instead of paying attention.

“It was to draw warmth and you chose our campus.” Jisung pulled a disgusted face. Chan smiled at Jisung, no longer being weighed down by his problems.

“I’m not sure why, but it was the first place that came to mind.”

Changbin tilted his head at the image. “Is that where we first saw Felix?” Changbin had finally recognized where the strange sense of familiarity the artwork had on him was coming from.

Hyunjin briefly took the artwork to see for himself. “I guess it is.” He gave a simple shrug, handing the scene to Jisung to distract him once again.

Chan’s dad's senses were tingling. “So for a drawing about warmth you drew your first meeting with Felix?”

“Well that wasn’t where we first met, but it was when I knew he’d be in my life for a while. I mean that’s when I learned we go to the same school.” Hyunjin tapped his chin. “It was also quite warm that day so, maybe that's why.”

Jisung took his eyes off the work, the conversation in front of him was far more entertaining. “And you're still hooking up with him?”

“Yeah why?”

“You're just hooking up, nothing more?” Changbin raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Why are you guys being weird?” The group except for Hyunjin shared a certain look between themselves. They wondered if saying something would make it worse. Instead of coming to a conclusion they simply turned to Chan. It always came down to him, and Chan accepted defeat with a long sigh.

“Do you want to be something more?”

“More?”

“Then what you are now with Felix.”

Hyunjin frowned. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“And how long have you been hooking up?”

“About five months.”

“Well how many people are you currently hooking up with?”

“Right now…” Hyunjin was starting to get what his friends were trying to insinuate. He wasn’t sure if he liked where this was going. “I’m only hooking up with Felix.”

Chan had a sympathetic look as he continued to coax the answers out of Hyunjin. “And why is that?”

“People just haven’t been giving me the same… feeling as before.”

“But Felix does?”

“No, not really the same, it's different. I feel more… motivated, rather than distracted momentarily.” Hyunjin let out an awkward laugh attempting to clear the air. “This probably all sounds weird.”

Changbin was quick to step in. “It doesn’t sound weird, so much as it sounds…” he trailed off, unsure if he should outright tell his friend what seems to be going on from an outside perspective.

Jisung, speaking from experience, swiftly supplied the answer. “It kinda sounds like love. I know you all hate my relationship with Minho, but at the end of the day he motivates me to do better. When I think of him I feel warm.”

“That may be how it works for you, but what if that’s not the case for me?”

“Well, how do you know?” Chan came in with the killer of all killer questions. Hyunjin didn’t have an answer.

“I guess I don’t know, but that doesn’t mean you guys are right. I mean wouldn’t I know if I was in love? Especially if I was already sleeping with them.”

Changbin placed a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “If it’s not a no it could also be a yes.”

Hyunjin shrugged him off like he was made of fire. “Does everyone here think I like him?” No one said anything. The room fell quiet and that gave Hyunjin the answer he was looking for. “Well I’ll prove it to you guys.”

“Oh and how is that?” Changbin smirked, challenging Hyunjin. It was possibly his revenge for the man shrugging him off.

“I’ll…”

Chan decided to save the man. “Listen, we don't want to pressure you or speak for you. It just seems to be looking a certain way that we aren’t sure you’ve properly considered.”

Changbin chimed in. “Yeah that’s all this is. We just know you and are looking at the situation with different eyes.”

Hyunjin crossed his arms, relenting a little. “You might be right.”

“We want you to be happy, and knowing if you like Felix or not will definitely help with that.” Chan placed a comforting hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder.

Hyunjin didn’t shrug his hand off like he had with Changbin feeling much more at ease now. “I’m not sure what to do. I don’t even know how to come up with a lovey-dovey plan for this.”

“Listen if we need a romantic plan I’m your guy.” Hyunjin couldn’t argue with that. Even with all of the couple’s fighting Jisung plans never seemed to fail in getting Minho back.

“Fine! Plan away.” Hyunjin threw his hands up in defeat. He completely surrendered himself to Jisung’s plan. He trusted his friends. In all honesty he was also curious what he might learn about himself along the way.

Hyunjin pulled out the drawing that had turned into something bigger than he could have ever predicted. He had always tried to not put too much thought in his drawings before he started working on them. He found that it usually produced better art, but now it was affecting his life outside of just getting good grades.

Changbin leaned on him looking at the picture. “You haven’t turned that in yet?” It was really Changbin’s fault that it had twisted into something much greater. He's the one that connected it to Felix in the first place. Originally it was just an assignment for class.

“No, I was gonna turn it in soon.” Hyunjin gave a simple shrug, putting it back in its folder, next to a blue pencil sketch of an ice cube. It had been a week of waiting. The wait was due to Hyunjin being scared of the rest of the world seeing what his friends saw in his drawing.

“Did you take so long because you wanted to show it to Felix?”

“No. I’m still waiting for Jisung to tell me his master plan.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “What would even be the point? I know you all think I’m gaga for him, but as someone who slept with him last night, I’m not sure. I can confidently say I love sex with him.”

“Right, but you do think of him outside of sex. The picture is proof of that.”

“The drawing is just an assignment.”

Changbin let out a sigh. “We all know you aren’t best at recognizing when you are in love. You normally figure it out a little too late and the person already has moved on.”

“That’s different.”

“Maybe, but maybe not.” Changbin placed a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “It won’t hurt to try, right?”

“Yeah I just don’t want to lose a good sex relationship.”

“Jisung said he’s accounting for that,” Changbin reminded him.

“Do you really think I like him? Am I just so dense that I can’t see it when it’s right in front of me?”

“I think the drawing is more than just paper. I think you have a bad history with love. Which makes it all a possibility that Felix means more than you think.” Changbin looked at the uncertain Hyunjin. “It doesn’t have to be romantic love, but I think some type of love is happening.”

Hyunjin seemed to relax at the statement. “I promise I’ll give my all to Jisung’s plan.”

“I know you will.”

Hyunjin squinted his eyes, taking in the light from the room. As he started to shuffle around on the bed he heard footsteps pattering away from him. He stretched his head trying to remember where he was. That’s when his eyes abruptly shot open.

He was in Felix’s room. He chickened out of going through with Jisung’s plan last night. He made the decision to have one last hurrah with Felix in case everything blew up afterwards. It was probably silly, but Hyunjin wasn’t ready to lose Felix yet. However, the time had come where he could no longer avoid going through with the plan.

As Hyunjin sat up in bed Felix spoke from across the room. “You slept over here for the first time.”

Hyunjin’s morning voice cracked as he spoke. “Did I?” He never noticed until Felix brought it up. He tried recalling a time where he had to see if he could prove Felix wrong, but gave up due to having just woken up. He trusted Felix regardless.

Hyunjin peered at Felix fumbling around with his bag as Felix coldly spoke. “Was there anything you needed?” Hyunjin’s eyes widened. He was starting to feel intimidated by the back of Felix. He wished he could read the expression on Felix’s face to see if it was just the morning making him seem cold or if it was somehow his own fault.

Hyunjin swallowed down his rising fear. “Yeah, I had a question.” He fumbled with his fingers as he kept his voice stable. “I kinda need a date for my mom’s charity fundraiser, and I was wondering if you’d wanna go?”

“Are you asking me to be your date?”

Hyunjin was set into full panic at the question, his brain quickly went on the defense. “Uh yeah just ‘cause you also come from old money. My friends just don’t get this kind of thing.” He wasn’t sure why the lie came to him so quickly. It was also a pretty bad lie as most of his friends were pretty well-off for college students. Not to mention he was friends with Jisung who constantly showed off his wealth. Still, technically they weren’t from old money, they were more from new money if anything. He wanted to hide himself away. “I’m so lame.” He thought as he pulled the covers over his face.

“Oh.” Felix paused. “You’re asking me to be your fake date?”

This wasn’t part of Jisung’s plan, but Hyunjin couldn’t help himself. “Yeah.” He gave the simple reply while still being under the covers. He hoped Jisung wouldn’t be too mad. Hyunjin lifted his head from the covers hoping to see some sort of sign from the other. He couldn't tell anything with Felix’s back turned so he asked. “Is there a problem with that?”

“No, not at all,” Felix gave a monotone reply. Hyunjin watched as Felix picked up some papers off of his desk, staring it down. Hyunjin felt like he had missed something. He was just uncertain what it was. He hoped Felix didn’t think he was asking too much of him, inviting him to the event. He didn’t want to put Felix out or ruin their relationship. Jisung had promised him everything would be fine in the end.

Maybe he had made the wrong step. Wrong step or not Hyunjin had taken it and he knew there was no going back. He decided to just continue moving forward. He messaged his friends how he had sort of asked Felix out. He hoped his friends would be supportive of his effort.

“I’m sorry!” Hyunjin gave a bow in his all black tux. His outfit was all black from the undershirt to the shoes. The only color stemmed from gold accents like his necklace and small rectangular belt buckle. The look fit him overwhelmingly well.

“Oh come on. None of that.” Jisung brushed off the action with a shake of his hand. “I told you before that it’s fine if Felix thinks it’s a fake date. This plan is for you to figure out how you feel. So you just have to treat it like it’s real.” Hyunjin pouted. “Plus I think it will help you to go back to being…” Jisung paused, trying to find the right words. “What you two were before.”

Hyunjin smiled at Jisung’s effort. “Still, I am sorry.” He took off his shoes so he could enter Jisung’s living space.

Jisung placed his hands on Hyunjin’s back and pushed him deeper into his penthouse apartment. “That’s fine you can be sorry. Just know that it’s not an issue though.” Hyunjin nodded in acceptance. Jisung clapped his hands together at the resolution. “Now, let's get you into some makeup for today.”

Hyunjin sat in a chair from Jisung’s dining room placed in the bathroom. Even with all the money Jisung had he still hadn’t bought everything. The duo was mostly silent as Jisung applied his makeup. He was giving Hyunjin a once over look when a text popped up on his phone.

He read the text then spoke. “It looks like Minho will be here in fifteen minutes to pick us up for the charity event.”

“You’re going to the event with Minho?”

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” Jisung eyebrows raised with confusion. Hyunjin briefly wondered if it was because he thought Minho was mad at him again.

“I told Felix that I couldn’t find anyone else to go with.”

Jisung shrugged it off. “Just tell him that you needed a date to the event because of your mom if he asks.”

“But–”

Jisung cut Hyunjin off by spraying setting spray for his makeup on him. “Say it’s because your mom cares about appearances in front of investors or something.”

“I guess that works.”

“Yes, now be quiet as I do your hair”

A moment passed by before Hyunjin realized the problem with Jisung’s sentence. “You can still do that while I talk.”

“I can, but I don’t want to.”

Hyunjin faked a sad pout.

“Oh hush, it’s just easier for me, nothing to do with your talking.”

Hyunjin smiled back at Jisung, letting him continue his work.

After Jisung was done, they made their way outside to wait for Minho. The temperature was the same as Jisung’s apartment so it didn’t make much of a difference to the duo. The sidewalk was made out of red brick with squares cut out for trees. The inviting atmosphere made it seem like talking about anything was possible.

“Do you really like Minho?” It wasn’t a question Hyunjin had ever dared to ask before, but something about the moment they were in made it feel right.

Jisung didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Yes. I’m not sure how to explain it, but when a fight is serious we don’t run away from each other. We make sure to work it out then and there.” Jisung scratches the back of his neck. “I guess, we just like the cat and mouse game of chase. We try not to evolve unwilling participants, but sometimes it happens. I’m sure one day we’ll grow out of it or it will seem all too boring, but for now, having time away from each other, just makes the time together all the more thrilling.”

“Do you ever get scared of Minho?”

”Not at all. I think Minho likes being able to show all his feelings and get his emotional outbursts out there rather than hold on to them. He gets to be himself and I love coming up with plans to woo him.” Pure love and adoration shone through Jisung’s eyes.“I get to show him how much I love him every time.”

”What do you love about him?” Hyunjin realized the boldness of the question and added. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I love him. Who he is as a person, but if you want me to get more descriptive…” Jisung trailed off to think, but it wasn’t long before he continued. “I love it when he smiles so big that his top lip creates a dip in the middle. When he gets mad on my behalf because a restaurant got my order wrong. I love the way he makes me strive for more, for better things, if not for myself then for him. I want the very best for him.”

Hyunjin could sympathize with wanting better things. This whole plan seemed selfish that he was trying to figure out his own feelings when Felix didn’t deserve to be an experiment.

"Is this whole thing kind of stupid?" As soon as Hyunjin said the words out loud, like a confessional, he wanted to take them back. Jisung wasn't his priest, and wouldn't be able to ease his guilty conscience.

“The plan?” Jisung tilted his head.

Hyunjin nodded. “Yeah, and me not knowing how I feel.”

Jisung let out a tiny sigh. “Feelings are complicated and weird. It can be hard to figure them out. At the end of the day the plan is basically just trying to get you to test run dating Felix. If you start to feel like going out with Felix is something you want to keep doing, then you have your answer.”

“I guess it just feels kind of wrong.”

Jisung tapped his chin. “Do you wanna back out?”

“No, I think… I can’t keep wondering and being lost with how I feel about him.”

“Felix agreed to everything. He doesn’t think it’s a real date and neither do you. You are both on the same page. It might feel a little bit wrong because you are going in with intentions he doesn’t know about, but isn’t that how approaching people you’re into normally starts?”

“When you first meet someone, you don’t really know anything about each other.” Hyunjin knew how Felix normally operated. He was pretty sure Felix knew quite a bit about him as well

“Right, but lots of people end up asking someone out after being friends.”

“You’re right…” Hyunjin trailed off, still not fully convinced.

Jisung smirked. “Did you know when Minho first asked me out we had been friends for around three months?”

“I didn’t.”

Hyunjin listened with open ears as Jisung spoke. “I was a bit surprised at first, but he explained that one day when he looked at me it felt different. He started to get scared to lose me, when he felt that, he knew he had to hold on. He had to try to make a move, because it would be more painful to watch me find someone worth more than he currently was to me.”

“You weren’t mad?” Hyunjin said the words so softly that Jisung almost didn’t catch them at first.

“No, not at all. Even if I didn’t want to progress the relationship I was happy for the honesty. He was also prepared for me to reject him and I knew that he couldn’t control his feelings.” Jisung placed a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder, comforting him. “Felix is a great guy so he will understand where you’re coming from. If you want romance and he says no, he’s the type of guy to keep being friends.”

Hyunjin hoped that was true. Still he wasn’t entirely certain what was currently on Felix’s mind.

Minho’s car pulled up in front of them. Jisung greeted his boyfriend by kissing him through the open window, then got into the passenger seat next to him. Hyunjin slid into the back seat. He was alone with his thoughts as the couple in front of him bantered back and forth.

“Am I a fool?”

Hyunjin tapped his foot impatiently. He was starting to get nervous because Felix was running late. It wasn’t the kind of fashionably late that Hyunjin was used to from most people. It was thirty minutes past the designated time. Hyunjin didn’t want Felix to enter the event alone so he had been standing outside the palace-like venue for just over forty-five minutes.

He hit the top of his legs to stop them from numbing. “What if he doesn’t show up?” The thought made Hyunjin’s blood run cold. There were a million reasons why Felix could end up not showing up, but there were only a few reasons why he wouldn’t tell Hyunjin. There was the possibility Felix figured out the plan and was disgusted by him, or he simply thought Hyunjin wasn’t worth the effort. Hyunjin wondered if he should just reach out to the man himself, with a call from his phone, but shook off the idea out of the fear of making everything worse.

“Maybe he just hates me.” Hyunjin sighed. If that was the case he was sure Felix would have a good reason. Felix had seen more of him than most people. It would be no surprise if the man resented Hyunjin for his true self. Deep down, he trusted that Felix would be better than just ghosting him out of nowhere. He decided he would give the man another thirty minutes before he went inside.

Felix got out of a black car dressed in a black silk shirt with gold buttons as accents in the two columns down the middle. He wore a gold necklace, belt buckle, and pointer finger ring matching the same shade. The rest of his tailor-made outfit was all black. Felix leisurely walked up to the venue sending a mindless greeting Hyunjin’s way. A look of disbelief played across Hyunjin’s face at the action. If Felix was going to be an hour late, the minimum he could do was to act like he was sorry.

“So, you finally decided to show up.” The rude remark slipped through Hyunjin's lips. If that wasn’t enough to tip off Felix, the irremovable scowl that had grown on Hyunjin’s face after waiting an hour for the man certainly did.

Felix took a step back from him. “I thought we agreed on seven?”

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes. “Yes, we did.” Felix stared blankly at the man. “It’s eight.”

“No, that can’t be right.” Felix glanced at his phone showing the time as seven o'clock exactly. Hyunjin pulled out his own phone to see if he was in the wrong, yet Hyunjin’s phone displayed the time as eight o’clock. “Oh shit.” Felix let out a frustrated sigh. ”I know what happened. Minho probably changed the time on my phone.”

“Why would Minho…” Hyunjin mentally gasped at the realization. “Is Minho testing me?” If it was a test he was sure he had passed by waiting for Felix. A devilish smirk slid onto Hyunjin’s face. “If Minho can have his fun maybe so can I.”

Felix was rambling out an apology as Hyunjin cut through it. “You’ll just have to make it up by being the best fake date you can tonight.”

Felix’s face fell. “I‘ll try.” There was a certain sadness to Felix's tone that Hyunjin couldn’t quite place. It made Hyunjin want to take back what he said. He’d meant it as a joke, but it seemed that Felix had taken it to heart. The tension in the air had turned into a gloomy smelling mess. Hyunjin pulled them both away from the stench as he dragged Felix into the venue.

When Hyunjin opened the doors he saw the usual sights of his mother’s charity event. Circular white-clothed tables and chairs formed a U shape, the tables clumped together at the entrance, then tapered off towards the stage on the opposite side. The vast open space in the middle was reserved for dancing. There were guests scattered around the tables chatting amongst themselves. Most of them were dressed in various style suits, trying to show off their wealth without looking like they were trying.

The other vast open space was above their heads as the place had thirty-foot tall ceilings. With the addition of ten-foot tall chandeliers adorned with crystal beads and candle lights that couldn’t be real. The walls were like little tiny golden frames with their detailing. Hyunjin had to admit his mom did pick out a pretty nice venue this time around.

Felix gawked at the space. “Wow.”

“Nothing too out of the usual.” Hyunjin had to admit it was nice to have someone around that was still impressed by this sort of thing. His mom tended to host an event like this every six months or so, causing him to view the events as more mundane rather than the remarkable display it truly was.

“Still…” Felix trailed off as he looked for something that could prove it was an impressive setting they were in. “I’m pretty sure the table bouquets are half my height.”

“I can’t argue with you there.” Hyunjin wondered how Felix, coming from a wealthy family himself, was still in awe at the sight before them. “Does your mom not normally host events like this?”

“No, she puts most of her time into her job.”

Hyunjin frowned.

“Oh, don’t worry. She still had plenty of time for me. She has a good work life balance. She just tends to stay away from this type of thing. I guess that's a better way to word it.”

Hyunjin noticed Felix often did this when conversing with him. Words practically spilled out of his mouth, yet it still felt like Felix was holding back or covering up something. The two seemed paradoxical, but Felix had a way of making it happen over and over again. It made Hyunjin feel strangely detached from the man right next to him.

“You’re fine, no need to explain it all to me.” Hyunjin attempted to comfort him with a warm smile.

“I guess I’m just nervous.”

“About what?”

Felix looked into Hyunjin’s eyes in a flash of fear before he regained his composure. “I think I might be a little underdressed.”

“Underdressed or not, you still look dazzling. Plus, there are plenty of people here who look like they haven’t even brushed their hair.”

“Yeah, but next to you...” Felix’s eyes grew wide in shock. He moved his fingers to cover his mouth, clearly not intending for those words to slip through it.

“Oh.” Hyunjin was almost speechless. He hadn’t really noticed Felix’s action, too worried if the man noticed the heat flushing to his cheeks. “Thank you.”

They were both saved from the moment as a guest stepped between them. The guest instantly placed a firm hand on Hyunjin's shoulder. Hyunjin glanced up to see one of his mom’s prize donors. Hyunjin made the awful mistake of sleeping with him without knowing who he was. His donations were too good for his mom to lose, but the sex was too bad for Hyunjin to ever look at the man with lust again. Ever since then the guy was always overly touchy with Hyunjin, trying to get him alone to catch up. It made Hyunjin want to squirm away; after all, he barely even knew the guy. He had only ever had surface level conversations with the man and yet the man was persistent in finding him at everyone of his mom’s charity events.

“Hey.” Hyunjin tried to fake a comfortable smile, but it was getting harder and harder with the man’s hand trailing down his back. The sound of someone clearing their throat made both of them halt. It came from none other than Felix himself.

Felix gave a worried glance towards Hyunjin, before replacing it with a vexed expression directed at the interrupting man. “I’m sorry, but may I ask what you’re doing with my date?”

Hyunjin blinked a few times before committing himself to the act. “Ah yes, my boyfriend. Let me introduce the two of you.”

The man pulled back from Hyunjin, a bit flabbergasted at the situation in front of him. As soon as he was off of Hyunjin, Felix quickly took his spot, hand placement and all. He quickly glanced towards Hyunjin to make sure the action was okay. He was met with a grateful smile dancing across Hyunjin’s lips.

The man regained his composure. “I’m sorry I didn’t know Hyunjin was seeing someone.” There was a moment of silence between the three of them.

Felix gave him an unamused stare. “Well, now you do.” Hyunjin covered his own mouth to stop from laughing at the comment.

The man blinked while he processed everything. “Yes, I do.” He looked off in a direction away from the group. “Well, I’ll be off then.”

As soon as they thought the man was out of ear shot they burst into giggles. They attracted some looks from the other guests, but Hyunjin didn’t care. Not when Felix was beside him. Not when this was the most fun he was having at one of his mother’s events in a long time. Not when he wished to stay in this moment for a little bit longer.

Felix’s eyes shot open. “Is that…” Hyunjin followed his gaze, spotting Jisung and Minho across the room behind a collection of tables. Jisung made eye contact with Hyunjin, his eyes and mouth opened wide enough for Hyunjin to see from across the room. Jisung was clearly pretending to drop something as he hid from Felix’s view behind the clothed tables. Minho soon went down as well after a hand that could only belong to Jisung pulled him down. “What the…” Felix was squinting at what had just happened. Hyunjin gave a unasuring shrug as he racked his brain for an answer.

Another person had come to save a situation between him and Felix, this time in the form of Hyunjin’s mom. “Hyunjin sweetie, I need you to lead the dance in five minutes.”

“Of course.” At Hyunjin’s answer his mother pulled away to greet a nearby guest. The two boys watched as his mom chatted up the guest, praising them for their generous donation. Hyunjin wondered if he’d ever become like that, hosting event after event in the name of charity. “It doesn’t seem impossible but…”

Felix turned towards Hyunjin. “Does that mean I’ll have to dance?” Hyunjin recounted the previous conversation as he thought of a reply.

“You don’t have to. I’m used to doing it by myself,” Hyunjin sheepishly confessed as he scratched the back of his neck. “Although it would be nice. It can get awkward to dance alone if no one joins.”

“You normally dance alone?”

“Yeah, just to get people started.” Hyunjin wanted to lessen the pressure on Felix with his next statement. “Sometimes someone from the audience will take pity on me and become my partner.”

Felix hastily spoke. “I’ll do it.”

Hyunjin wasn’t sure why Felix had suddenly come to a decision, but was grateful to not be left alone on the dance floor. Whether or not someone would come to save him he much preferred to have Felix there at the start.

Felix scanned the venue, taking in every detail he could. Hyunjin spotted the way the light caught on Felix’s eyes, making them shimmer. Today was meant to be a test to figure out his feelings for Felix. “I like hanging out with him, but is that love? Is love just wanting to see a person more? If that’s the case then maybe I’ve been in love with Changbin this whole time?” Hyunjin let out a deep sigh glancing around the room. “If you’re supposed to know when you’re in love with someone then maybe I just don’t love him.”

Hyunjin spotted his mother across the room letting him know it was time to start.

He turned towards Felix. “You ready?”

Felix had determination in his eyes as he spoke. “As ready as ever.”

The duo made their way to the center of the dance area. “Please clear the floor unless you are my son and his date.” His mother’s voice rang in his ears. There was a type of feeling Hyunjin got when his mother had called Felix his date. He tilted his head in thought trying to figure out what it was.

“Pride? No. Loneliness? That doesn’t seem to fit either.” He couldn’t think about it for long as Felix cleared his throat. Just a few glances around and Hyunjin could tell everyone had vanished from the floor and instead was waiting on the outskirts for them to start. Hyunjin gave an apologetic smile to Felix and then to his mom. She playfully shook her head at the action and started the music.

The music that played was a classic waltz song that almost every young gentleman is forced to learn forwards and backwards. It was of no issue to the two men to find their positions. It didn’t stop Hyunjin’s slight surprise when Felix took the lead by placing his hand on Hyunjin’s waist. He should have expected it as it was probably a default move from Felix. Hyunjin placed his hand on Felix’s upper bicep, ready to follow Felix’s lead.

Their other hands intertwined outwards pointing towards the direction of their movements. Felix guided them along the dance floor in a circular motion. Hyunjin gazed into Felix’s eyes, knowing they were on the same page. Felix lifted his outward hand above Hyunjin’s head. Keeping their hands together Hyunjin followed suit and then spun around. He almost started laughing out loud. He had forgotten how fun spinning while dancing could be. He looked towards Felix, seeing the same pure bliss. Hyunjin felt like this moment was made for the two of them. There was no other way to explain how connected he felt to Felix, how right he seemed in Felix’s arms.

Hyunjin felt like thousands of butterflies were passing around the two of them as they twirled and circled the dance floor. It was like their wings had created winds flowing around them. The chaos of the butterflies’ outside movements couldn’t touch them, not while they were in their own world. He was sure if he looked around at the fluttering butterflies it would be a once in a lifetime sight, but he already had an extraordinary sight in front of him. He admired Felix’s summery smile, and the way it heated up his insides. To stay like this would be a dream for them both.

Moments don’t last forever. When a passerby’s dress brushed Hyunjin’s leg he was brought back to the charity event. His head tilted upwards trying to see if he could spot at least one butterfly flying away, but there were none. They had all vanished, not a trace left behind. Felix lifted his hand once again.

With a spin Hyunjin spotted his mom for a brief second. “If I end up like her, could I be happy?” Then his eyes caught on Jisung’s. “If I had…” The spinning stopped, leaving only Felix. “That’s it.”

“It doesn’t matter. If I’m with him I don’t care where else I go.” Hyunjin made a small slip at the thought. He closed his eyes preparing to hit the cold hard ground, but there was a gentle caress catching him. When he opened his eyes, he was met with Felix, smiling down at him. “Fuck.” He gripped Felix a little tighter as he brought him up half way. “I can’t let him slip me by.”

They both were a little bit out of breath as the dance finished. The other people who joined in now watched as Hyunjin started to lean in. He felt Felix tense, but he had to make his feelings clear to everyone.

“You matter too much to me to let this moment slip by.” Hyunjin kissed Felix in front of everyone. Immediately Felix made a muffled sound of struggle as he attempted to break free. It all melted just as fast, both men turning their heads to deepen the kiss. Felix looked like he was still in a bit of a daze as Hyunjin brought him back up to standing from the dip.

When the next song played the crowd moved on dancing to the new rhythm. They both could do nothing but stare at each other. Felix seemed to shake free from his daze as his eyes grew large. He pushed Hyunjin away as he elegantly weaved through the crowd. Hyunjin caught a glimpse of his head popping up here and there through the masses. Hyunjin figured out Felix’s direction was going towards the restrooms and dashed against the crowd after him.

Hyunjin looked around trying to figure out what he missed, after spotting nothing he ran after Felix.

He caught up to him in the area just outside the restrooms. The noise of the party was sharply muffled, even with the open archway still connecting them to the ballroom. Felix was turned away from him. He wondered if Felix would break off running again. He let Felix decide.

There was a venom in Felix’s voice as he spoke. “You can’t just do that.” Felix finally turned to face him. The only thing Hyunjin could focus on were the tears in Felix’s eyes. As soon as a tear fell from his eye, the fight instantaneously left Hyunjin’s body.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

Felix frustratingly yelled over his tears, “No, you never mean to!” He sighed in exasperation. “God, why do I get my hopes up everytime.”

“Felix, I–”

“I don’t care about what you want or what you think.” He blinked back his tears. “It’s just too much for me. I can't keep doing this to myself.”

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin was getting more and more lost.

“It hurts too much, Hyunjin. Getting my hopes up.” Felix paused to steady his breathing from all the yelling and crying. He soon became stoic. “I don’t think we should talk anymore.”

“I’m sorry.” It was the only thing Hyunjin could think of to say.

Felix snapped. “For what?”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.” Hyunjin spoke quieter. “Not in front of everyone.”

“Is that it?” It was a snarky reply. Felix crossed his arms. “I’ve wasted so much time and energy on you. There’s so much I gave, that I’ll never get back.”

“What are you talking about?”

There was a hesitancy from Felix.

“Tell me clearly.”

“I’ve been in love with you from day one.”

Hyunjin felt his blood go cold.

“Everytime I try to get out you pull me back in. I know you don’t mean to, but this time could you just let me go?”

Hyunjin moved to hug the man, but halted after taking one step. He had hurt Felix. He had hurt him so bad that he had tear-stained cheeks as he hugged himself from the pain. “Maybe it would be better to let him go.”

Hyunjin took a deep breath. “I’ll let you go if that is what you want, but let me explain why I kissed you. After I’m done, if you still want to go, I won’t…” It pained Hyunjin’s heart to say the next part. “I won’t stop you.”

“I kissed you because dancing with you made me realize I want to dance with you forever. I just never realized it, because we’ve only been alone when we spend time together, but in front of everyone else I want to be by your side. Dancing is what made me realize it, but I’ve probably felt this way for a long time. Longer than I’ll ever know.

“Tonight you saved me, not just when that guy came over, but also from my own thoughts. I’ve been wondering about my future a lot, but when I look at you the thoughts fade. I feel like with you I don’t need to worry.” Hyunjin looked down, unable to meet Felix’s eyes. “It pains me that I hurt you so much.”

Hyunjin waited for any movement from Felix, but the man stayed still. “Could you give me one more chance? Because this time I want to date you for real.”

“And just like that–”

Hyunjin waited with bated breath.

“I’m pulled back in again.” Felix smirked, grabbing Hyunjin’s tie pulling him into a kiss. A real kiss. Not one for confessing or one for foreplay, it was a kiss to express his love. It was acceptance allowing Hyunjin to be a part of his life, always.

The pure happiness Hyunjin felt came out in a laugh. “That was a lot, but thank you for believing in me.” Hyunjin fumbled with the buttons on his sleeve. “I’m sorry.”

“No, there’s no need to apologize. It probably wouldn’t have gotten this bad if I just had the courage to speak up sooner, luckily you did.”

“Still, I should have done it better.” Hyunjin wished he could apologize a hundred times for his actions, but he knew Felix wouldn’t let him.

“True, but I’m glad it happened nonetheless.” Felix glanced downwards. “I’m also sorry for not doing something myself. I should have–”

“Let’s stop worrying about the should haves and could haves. Let’s just enjoy this moment.” Felix smiled up at him. There was no need to worry about how they got together. The important thing was, they were together.

Although it had just been a month since they officially became a couple, Felix’s room quickly morphed into their room. Little traces of Hyunjin were spread across the place, from his makeup on the desk to his works in progress on the floor. A special yellow pencil drawing of their college campus hung above their bed.

Hyunjin stretched as he finally woke up. Felix had gone particularly hard on him last night and he was definitely feeling it now. He had big plans for today. It was a month since the two had officially gotten together, and he hoped that Felix would enjoy his surprise. He turned to watch the other laying in bed next to him and it was a sight to behold.

If he wanted to, Hyunjin could probably take the time to count out all of Felix’s eyelashes. His eyes moved towards Felix’s cheeks. “Perhaps counting his freckles would be better.” The room’s quietness allowed Hyunjin to hear Felix taking in a breath as his chest rose and exhaling as his chest fell. “One, two, three…”

He had gotten to forty before Felix’s nose scrunched up. Hyunjin could only assume he would soon be waking up. His assumption was confirmed when Felix peered at him through hooded eyes before closing them once again.

Hyunjin let out a laugh at the sight. “You know I saw you.” Felix shook his head in response and then scooted closer to the other.

“I just want to stay in bed and hold you.” Felix placed his arms around Hyunjin's body hugging him tightly. “You know, I always hated how cold the bed was when I woke up and you were gone.”

Hyunjin patted Felix’s head. “I’m sorry for that, but I couldn’t get comfortable in your bed.”

“Why is that?” Felix pulled back to look at the other.

“Can I be honest?”

“Always.”

“You used to claw and leave marks on my back, so I never felt comfortable sleeping unless I was holding a pillow. Your bed doesn’t have that many pillows.” Felix's face showed immediate concern as he got off of Hyunjin and pushed him to look at his back. Felix checked out Hyunjin’s back, seeing all the marks. Some were faded however after last night there were quite a few untreated marks.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Honestly, I didn’t mind plus with others I sometimes went that hard. Why would I dish it out if I couldn’t take it?”

Felix rushed to the bathroom getting ointment for a cabinet.He gave a light kiss where his fingernails had drawn blood on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t have done that if I knew your back looked like this.” Felix started to apply ointment in order of how bad the marks were. When he only had a few left Hyunjin turned around.

Hyunjin held Felix’s hands. “It really doesn’t bother me especially now that I get to cuddle you through the night.”

“Are you sure?” Felix couldn’t believe that he had been unintentionally hurting his lover. Felix glanced at the drawer next to his bed side. He remembered a gift he had bought long ago. “You know what, I have a gift to make it up to you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but close your eyes first.” Hyunjin could hear the sounds of Felix rummaging around in the drawer. “Listen, this is also our one month anniversary gift. I was going to give it to you later, but I think now is a good time.” Hyunjin felt a tiny felt box placed in his hand. A small ounce of dread seeped in. Felix smiled as he spoke. “Okay you can open your eyes.”

Hyunjin glanced down at the box and his fears were confirmed. “Oh wow,” he said flatly as he opened the box. Inside was a mostly gray with white marble detailing ring. A smile crept up on Hyunjin’s lips.

“I also have a matching one for myself. I hope you don’t mind.” Felix could see there was something Hyunjin was holding back from. “I know it might be kind of lame, but I bought them a while ago when I was first planning on confessing to you.” Felix then uncertainly asked, “Do you like it?”

Hyunjin erased his bad energy, pushing it aside to answer Felix. “I love it.” Hyunjin glanced at the drawer on his bedside. “In fact I think this is a sign we were meant to be. Because…” Hyunjin pulled out a tiny box similar to the one Felix had given him. “Well, you should open your gift now as well.”

“What?” Felix gave a confused smile, but opened the box. His mouth dropped as he saw the contents. Inside was a white ring with a gray marble pattern. It was a perfect match for his gift.

“I thought white really represented you. I also got a second pair to match as well.”

Felix bloomed with warmth. “I guess we really do go well together.”

They placed the rings on each other's fingers. As Hyunjin stared into Felix’s eyes, it felt good to know they were on the exact same page of things. Felix pulled Hyunjin down for a kiss. As their lips brushed against each other Hyunjin closed his eyes, feeling the flaps of butterflies swirling around them.

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UNDER THE MOON

★ pairing。lee felix x fem!reader genre。⧼ 📖 ⧽ smut , comedy , pwp warnings。minors do not interact! demon!felix , witch!reader , magic , breeding kink , unprotected sex , sub to dom , oral (f. rec) , vaginal fingering , cowgirl position , mating press , creampie , overstimulation , dacryphilia , squirting , breast play , marking , size kink , monster cock felix lol , dirty talk , praise kink , degredation kink , name calling , power play , bulge kink , orgasm control , strangers to ???

★ synopsis。you accidentally summoned the wrong demon , but you won't let that get in the way of getting what you want.

a/n ⸝⸝ not proofread lol. let me know if there are any mistakes! this is my second longest fic to date, wow... i hope you all enjoy ! [ 5. 5k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

any respectable, well-to-do witch knows that the perfect time to summon a demon is during the full moon. that was when the boundary between the living and the otherworldly was at its most blurred, and a person's magical ability was especially potent– you could feel it thrumming through your body just under your skin, concentrating at your fingertips, just begging to be released. accompanied by your excitement and nerves, you felt simply alight with power.

even then, you still couldn’t believe you managed to summon a demon.

the force of the summoning makes him fall flat on his ass, thick black smoke filling up your bedroom and snuffing out your ritual candles– you can only get a good look at him once the smoke clears out of your open window, the moonlight illuminating his form in the darkness. the first thing you notice are his mismatched eyes, wide and wild as he takes in his new surroundings; one was a deep dark brown, the other an icy steel blue, his pupils slit like a feline’s. his otherworldly beauty takes your breath away, a smattering of freckles across his high cheekbones, heart shaped face framed by curled black horns and platinum hair that cascades down to his shoulders; his inquisitive gaze travels to the summoning circle he was laid out on, ancient runes etched into your hardwood floor, and then to you, peering down at him from the edge of your big pink bed.

“h-how did you do that?!” the demon finally asks, breaking the uncomfortable silence. his thick aussie accent surprised you— you didn’t think demons could have accents other than whatever one they have in hell. “where did you learn how to do that?”

“hello to you too,” you retort, rolling your eyes. “i summoned you here with my family spell book.”

“spell book?” he echoes, taking another look around your frightfully girly bedroom— he’s quick to spot a rather old-looking tome left open on the floor near where he sat in the summoning circle, propped up with a beady-eyed stuffed animal.

“it’s been in my family for generations.” you stand to pick the spell book up off the floor, dusting the smoke residue off the pages.

the demon blinked up at you, odd eyes raking over the lacey little nightgown you were wearing. “you, um, don’t really look like that kind of girl...”

“the kind to be a witch?” you laugh. “i just summoned you here, didn’t i? listen, i need your help.”

“my help? with what?” he moves to stand up as well, patting down his crumpled leather vest— he’s much, much taller than you expected him to be.

you hide your gulp with a dramatic scoff. “i want to make a deal with you, idiot; what else would i have summoned you for?! that’s what you do with demons, isn’t it? and, like, sign over your firstborn or whatever.”

the demon stares at you in abject disbelief for a moment before dropping his head into his hands. “you humans are so stupid…” he mutters under his breath. “i’m not even that kind of demon. i can’t make any ‘deals’ with you.”

“bullshit! what do you mean you can’t make deals with me?!” you retort, crossing your arms. “the spell specifically said it would summon an entity that would make all my dreams come true!”

the demon blanches and stutters, his freckled cheeks turning pink. for some reason, you didn’t think that demons could blush. “um… well, about that…” he laughs nervously. “i’m an incubus. not the kind of demon you’re looking for, i think… i’m not even that good of an incubus, to be honest with you…”

you cock your head, watching as the demon shuffles his feet, his pointed black leather boots scuffing up your floor. “why do you say that?”

“i’ve never been summoned like this before, by a mortal…” he admits softly, his blush deepening. “i’ve never been in the human realm at all before; i’m supposed to be using you mortals to strengthen my powers, prey on you in your sleep… but i’m just too nervous! you humans frighten me… the other incubi make fun of me for it. i’m a terrible demon, you probably need to summon someone different…”

his sad pout was so cute for a demon from hell, and you can’t help but giggle a little meanly at the incubus’ plight. “you’re a virgin incubus? i never thought there was such a thing…”

the demon scowls, his pretty face screwed up in a way that wasn’t intimidating in the slightest. “don’t laugh at me.” he whines petulantly, “i could kill you right now if i wanted to.”

“sure you could, loser virgin incubus.”

the demon’s scowl deepens, trying very hard to keep his odd eyes from wandering their way down to your breasts, pushed up in your nightie by your crossed arms. “shut up. don’t call me that.”

“what should i call you then?” you snicker. you can’t help but revel in the way the demon’s eyes eat you alive— while he seems gentle and harmless, the way his mismatched eyes seem to glow with something dark and venomous when he looks over you leaves you shivering. something darker seemed to be hiding just under the surface of this seemingly innocent incubus… and you yearned to discover just what that was.

“felix. my name is felix.” the demon— felix-- mumbles to his shoes. he seemed to have noticed that you’ve caught on to his staring, anxiously avoiding eye contact. cute.

“that’s not a very demonic name.” you remark playfully. “i like it, though. it suits you, felix.”

felix huffs and rolls his eyes, but you can see the beginnings of a shy smile tug at the corner of his lips, his sharp, vampire-like teeth poking out in an oddly endearing way. you won’t let his cuteness distract you, though— you took all this time and effort to summon him, and you were determined to not let it get wasted.

“so… do you have any cool powers or anything?” you press, “like, could you maybe… make somebody fall in love with me?”

felix blinks owlishly down at you. “um… what?”

“listen, there’s this guy on campus i like, right? he’s my roommate’s best friend and he’s just so dreamy… but he’s in love with this girl i can’t stand. it’s like he’s obsessed with her, it’s disgusting.” you huff, curling your lip. “i just want him to forget about her and see what he’s missing! can you make him fall in love with me or something, like cupid? make him obsessed with me instead— you can do that, right?”

“er, well, kind of—”

“you can? perfect!” you clap your hands excitedly. “do i just need to tell you his name, or—”

“wait, wait—” felix interjects with a flustered stutter, “hold on a moment! w-what’s in it for me? i don’t go around doing favors for free, you know.”

you think for a moment, an ingenious and devilish idea quickly forming in your head as you slide your gaze down felix’s fit body. you never expected hell’s demons to be so drop-dead gorgeous, but you supposed it made sense with him being an incubus and all… slowly your lips pull into a devious grin. sure, you summoned the wrong demon, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do your bidding anyway.

“you want to be a better incubus, right? want the other demons to stop making bullying you?”

“well, yes…”

“i can help you.” you offer, taking a step closer to the nervous demon in front of you. “i can teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a human… if, in return, you use your little demon powers to help me out.”

it takes felix a second to process just what you’re proposing, his eyes widening comically and his mouth dropping open in a gape. the blush on his freckled cheeks now burns crimson red, all the way to the tips of his pointed ears. “wh- wait, really, you— with me?!”

you nod with a sensual smile, taking another slow step forwards; just close enough to reach out and run a finger down his chest. “you help me and i’ll help you, okay?”

felix’s eyes flicker down to your lips, his adam’s apple bobbing with his gulp, and you can see it on his face when his flimsy resolve crumbles. “you’re lucky you summoned one of hell’s nicer demons, no other demon would ever agree to something like this— mmffh!”

you grab him by the lapels and pull him into a kiss in the middle of his sentence, his last words smothered on your soft and persuasive lips. he returned your kiss with reckless abandon, whimpering into your mouth. he was far too good of a kisser to be as inexperienced as he claimed, the tenderness leaving your knees weak and your thoughts spinning. a thin string of spit connects your wet lips when you pull away for air, snapping when felix darts a forked pink tongue out to lick his bottom lip in a daze.

“wow…” he whispers in awe, his sparkling eyes gazing at you through lowered lashes. “kissing humans is so much better than i thought it would be…”

his lips recapture yours, more demanding this time as that sinful forked tongue coaxed your lips open and explored the recesses of your mouth. the savage intensity of it sends a shock wave through your entire body, your senses short-circuiting— you tear your lips from his, quickly turn him around and push him onto your pink floral mattress. once again, you nearly succumbed to his distractions.

felix lets out a huff when his backside hits the bed, confusion paralyzing him just long enough for you to begin slowly undressing.

“woah, a little impatient, are you?” felix laughs, “you humans can never take anything slow…ly…”

he grows quiet as you slide the straps of your nightgown off your shoulders, the thin lace fabric pooling around your ankles. it left you completely bare except for a pair of tiny cotton panties, a little wet spot already visible in the white fabric. he ogles at your tits, round and perky with your nipples beginning to harden in the cool air.

his hungry gaze roamed over your figure, taking in your soft curves and tummy, dropping to follow your hands as you pull your panties down your thighs. they join your nightgown on the floor, and felix gets his first look at your pussy as you step out of them and kick them to the side.

“wow… you are so… beautiful.”

the sincerity in which he says it makes both your heart and your pussy flutter. you can’t hide your eagerness as you saunter forwards and begin to climb up on felix’s lap. “are you ready for your lesson?” you purr into his ear, your hand sliding up his thigh towards the growing bulge in his pants. just the size of the bulge alone makes your head spin— and he’s not even fully hard yet.

“h-hold on,” felix whimpers, grabbing your wrist, “you’re so small and, you know.. human sized… shouldn’t i, um, prep you? i don’t want to hurt you, i’m not one of those kinds of demons.”

you look back down at his bulge, just out of your reach with his fingers around your wrist. “that’s probably a good idea…”

you slide off his lap, positioning yourself in the middle of your bed; you rest your head among all your pillows and stuffed animals, all cute and cuddly and nothing at all like the dark energy that filled the room, the wicked smile on your face as felix crawls up the bed and in between your parted legs. he stares enthralled at your pussy, spread open all for him to admire— his hands come to grasp at the meat of your thighs, seemingly trying to ground himself as he takes everything in.

“oh, fuck,” he croaks, mismatched eyes glinting in the moonlight, “you’re already so wet, it’s dripping all over the sheets… it’s beautiful. have you been wanting me this whole time?”

your words get stuck in your throat, shuddering in arousal as you nod coyly down at him. he screws his eyes shut and lets out a deep, pathetic groan.

“god, you’re so fucking sexy… i never thought i could get so aroused by a mortal.”

“i’m sorry, whose name was that?” you joke, still feeling mischievous even as your heart rattled in your chest. felix shoots you an irritated glare.

“oh, be quiet.”

he shuts you up with another searing hot kiss, demanding and passionate, and his stout fingers moved to tease at your wet, sticky folds. you gasp against his lips, squirming beneath him; the gentle stroking of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure through you, your pussy clenching around nothing but air.

“i’m not sure what to do…” felix mumbles, breaking your kiss to graze his lips across your jawline. “i’ve never done anything like this before… will you show me how to make you feel good?”

“just touch me,” you plead. “i want your fingers inside of me, please—”

felix starts with just one, short but deliciously thick as he slowly pushes it into your fluttering hole. “fuck, you’re so tight…” the stretch makes you cry out and claw at his shoulders, finally having something inside to ease the ache after being so needy for so long.

felix freezes with his finger buried inside to the knuckle, glancing down at you nervously. “did i hurt you?”

“no, no, feels so good—“ his hesitation would be cute if you weren’t so worked up, desperately grinding your cunt against his hand. “now move it in and out, nice and slow…”

he follows your directions dutifully, his movements slow and unsure, and despite his inexperience and anxiety, he quickly found a rhythm that flooded your shivering body with dizzying desire. waves of ecstasy crashed through you as you bucked your hips to meet his finger, whimpers and whines of delight falling from your open, panting mouth. his fingertip brushes your spongey sweet spot, electricity rippling under your skin and sending shockwaves through your core as you moaned in sweet agony.

“am i doing good, little human?” felix breathes shyly against your ear.

his eagerness to please made your pussy throb around him, sucking his finger in deeper—he was a quick learner, paying special attention to your sweet spot as you gushed slick all over his hand. “i think i am, you’re even wetter than before, it’s so noisy,” he accentuates his claim with a curl of his finger, the obscene wet squelches of your pussy ringing in your ears. “just look how well you’re taking it…is it okay if i add another finger?”

“yes! yes, fuck yes, please—”

he slides another fat finger in along with his first, his big eyes watching as he stretched your tight pussy out even wider for the cock you all but ached for. you sob in pleasure as he quickens his pace, curls his fingertips harder against your sweet spot. “wow, you can barely take two of my fingers..” the demon above you murmured in faux concern, “i don’t know if my cock will fit.”

you throw your head back with a lustful moan.

“tell me what you want from me.” he continues in a deep rasp, his accent only adding to the desire in his voice, “tell me what to do to make you cum.”

“t-touch my clit!” you hiccup, pretty manicured nails tearing at the fabric of his shirt.

you expect another finger, maybe his palm—what you don’t expect is for felix to trail soft kisses down your chest and belly, lower and lower until his plump lips were hovering over the curve of your pussy.

“wh-what are you doing?!” you squeal as felix kicks your legs over his shoulders, “do you even know what you’re doing down there?!”

“no.” felix shakes his head with a grin before diving his head between your thighs.

he attaches his lips to your swollen clit, his long tongue dragging up between your folds to circle the bud with shocking precision. he sucks gently on your clit while his fingers pump deep inside of you, his pretty moans and groans muffled with his face pressed against your squelching pussy. “you taste so good,” felix mumbles, his wide, mismatched eyes blinking up at you to take in every one of your reactions. “fuck, i love this pussy so much… think you can take another finger?”

he presses in a third finger before you can even respond, pussy stretched past your limits as you sob out in pleasure. it’s overwhelming in the best possible way, his fingers quickly pushing you closer and closer to the edge as he licks your clit and slurps up your juices. the flames of passion raged through your very being, and you abandon yourself to the knot tightening deep in your belly. you haven’t felt pleasure like this in ages, yelping as felix sucks particularly hard at your clit, and without thinking your arms dart down to grab ahold of his twisted black horns. the growl felix lets out against your heated skin is obscene, dark and beastly as he buries his face farther into your cunt, quickens the pace of his fingers against your sweet spot. “fuck yes, nasty girl, that’s it— grab my horns and just take it!”

you use your grip on his horns to buck wildly against his face, the knot in your belly threatening to snap as felix pulls his fingers out to grab your hips tightly. his clawed fingers dig painfully at your flesh, but it only heightens your sense of pleasure as he shoves his tongue deep into your wet hole. he tongue fucks your pussy with vigor, his groans and growls growing deeper and more demonic as he fucks you to your climax. “pussy’s so fucking good, can’t get enough…”

“felix!” you squeal when the forked tip of his tongue brushes against your sweet spot. “felix, i’m close, i’m gonna cum--!”

“say my name again, scream it!” felix crows with his face still buried in your cunt, the dark, powerful boom to his voice that hadn’t been there before making you finally hurtled you past the point of now return.

you scream his name as you squirt all over his face, nasty and wet as you ride out your high on his tongue— you’re quickly catapulted into overstimulation, tears pooling in your lashes as you whine and attempt to push him off you by his horns. if anything, that just seems to spur him on more.

“fuck no, i’m not done,” he growls, a dangerous edge to his voice frightening you and making your spent pussy throb all the same. “i need more, can’t stop— need to make you cum again, and again—”

he devours you like an animal, otherworldly strength keeping him flush against you even as you thrash and push roughly at his head. he doesn’t stop until you cum again, soaking his face and your sheets in sweet sticky slick— your pathetic cries seem to snap him out of it, hastily tearing himself away from your trembling little pussy to look up at you in worry and alarm.

“i-i’m so sorry, i don’t know what came over me! i just.. lost control— that was good though, right?”

his pretty pink lips and swollen and wet with your arousal, his freckled cheeks and chin smeared with it, even his nose; he gazes at you with big, watery doe eyes, the opposite of how he had been looking at you when he had his face between your legs. you babble incoherently, scrambled brain unable to string together a single sentence, your chest heaving with the aftershocks of two back-to-back orgasms.

felix smirks. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

his odd eyes snap back to your spent pussy, the primal hunger in his eyes making you throb despite of how spent you already were. “you look so pretty like this, all spent… can you take more? i need to be inside of you, now.”

your own hazy, unfocused gaze lowers to the straining bulge in his leather pants— the size of it makes you dizzy, a little frightened, but your overwhelming need for more outweighs any fear, and you slowly move to prop yourself up. “can i ride you? it’ll be easier for me to, um… take it.”

felix nods excitedly, as obedient as ever as he moves to take your place on the mattress. his platinum hair splays out around his head like a halo, his pretty face so angelic despite the fangs, tongue and horns… the imagery makes you snort.

“alright, you can get on whenever you’re ready— ooh!~”

you swing your leg over his waist without hesitation, straddling him as you begin to tug recklessly at his clothes. you pull his vest and shirt up to his chest, revealing twitching washboard abs that made your mouth water, and loosened his belt and fly. tugging his pants down to his thighs, his red swollen cock slaps wetly against his abs, rock hard and drooling pearly precum from the fat tip. you moan at just the sheer size of it, long and thick with the prettiest pulsing veins— you’re barely able to fit your hand around it when you reach down to take ahold of him, relishing in the low whimper felix lets out. you slowly slide your hand up and down his shaft, watching in rapture as more precum leaks from the head and slicks up your hand. it aids in the slide of your tight fist, felix groaning out pathetically as your other hand slides up your belly to pinch and roll your budding nipple.

you slide his cock between your pussy lips, your slick and his precum mixing together to make a sticky mess. you let his cockhead brush against your clit, the sudden shock of pleasure making the both of you moan— felix’s hands are shaking when they shoot up to take ahold of your waist. the lust on his face makes your tummy turn, the tenderness and sincerity in which he gazed up at you. “if it’s ever too much, tell me, please?” he breathes, his thumbs stroking the flushed skin. ”forget about the deal.”

you open your mouth to answer, but find yourself unable to speak; his tip catches your entrance, the sheer size of it pushing against your hole leaving you breathless and stuck in a silent scream. it feels so much bigger than three fingers, more than anything you think you’ve ever taken, and you freeze in a confusing mix of frightened and aroused.

“shh, don’t be scared, human,” felix coos, his steady hands keeping you firm against his cockhead. he squeezes your waist reassuringly. “i’m not going to hurt you, i promise.”

his tip slides inside with a pop, the gummy walls of your pussy gripping onto him like a vice as he steadies himself and slowly starts pushing in— the burning pain of the stretch is quickly overshadowed by a flood of pulsing red hot desire, drawing you to a height of passion you had never known before. never had any lover made you feel this way, trembling with ecstasy as your greedy pussy sucked in more and more of felix’s demon cock. “you feel so good, you’re so warm, so tight— such a good girl, taking all this cock!” felix keens, eyes rolling back into his head as you take him all the way to the base, his shiny mouth falling open in a desperate string of moans when his cockhead kisses snug against your cervix. “oh fuck, you took it all!”

you both take a moment to relax and adjust, catching your breaths as you pant into each other’s faces; felix waits patiently until you’re breathing goes steady and you unclench your pussy around him, begin to squirm needily in his grasp. “okay, you can start whenever you’re ready—"

like a woman possessed, you start bouncing on his cock before he can even finish his sentence, his fat tip hitting so dizzyingly deep inside of you with every movement of your hips. felix throws his head back with a broken cry, his hands flying down to grip harsh fistfuls of your ass as you ride him. “oh fuck, you should have warned me! fuck fuck fuck, slow down!”

you’re deaf to his cries, unable to focus on anything other than the explosive pleasure that coursed through your core; you plant your feet on the mattress to help strengthen your bouncing, so fast and rough nasty wet slaps echoed throughout the room every time your ass met his pelvis. “you’re so fucking big, so deep inside of me!” you whine.

“you’re just using me like a toy… are you feeling good, baby? yeah?” felix whimpers, voice weak and wavering, “n-naughty little girl likes being full of big, fat demon cock? o-oh god, you’re going to ruin me…”

you answer him with a wail, crying out his name once again as you claw red scratch marks down felix’s taut, muscular chest and abs. the sting just seems to make him harder, his cock twitching inside of you as he moans in pain and pleasure. his noises border on animalistic, deep snarls and growls that go right to your pussy. his mismatched eyes lock onto your chest, your perky tits bouncing obscenely in his face, and he licks his lips with that dastardly snake-like tongue.

“perfect girl, perfect pussy, perfect little tits— do you want me to play with them? suck on them? tell me what you want and i’ll do it.”

“please,” you sob, “please make me feel good!”

felix pulls you down so your body is flush with his, his hands leaving your ass to pinch and roll your nipples. his grip on your breast is bruising as he squeezes and fondles, pulling one into his wet hot mouth— the combined stimulation of his fingers and his mouth on your puffy nipples sending your senses into overdrive, the new angle making his cock feel even deeper inside of you than before, carving out space in your tummy as you moan in delight. he bites down gently on your nipple, pointy teeth teasing your bud, his plump lips and talented tongue caressing as they slowly move from sucking your swollen, peeking bud to trailing down the swell of your tit. he kisses a searing path up your sternum, leaving dusky purple marks in his wake as his hands continue their onslaught on your tits, massaging and groping with tantalizing ferocity. “why do you taste so fucking good? every single inch of you is delicious…” felix murmurs against your fiery skin, his canines ghosting over your collarbones, “you marked me up, pretty girl, now i have to return the favor… i could just eat you whole.”,

“fuck me!” you squeal, dripping pussy spasming around felix’s fat cock as you crash your hips down onto his. “fuck me, please, need it harder!”

“fuck, don’t say things like that— it’s taking everything i have to stay in control, baby, pussy’s so good! i-i’m being gentle for your sake, if i could have you how i want you i’m afraid i might break you—”

his words go straight to your cunt, lighting a fire of need inside of you; with an evil little smile you suddenly stop bouncing, your ass flush against his hips as you begin grinding tight little circles. felix tears himself away from your spit-soaked chest, utterly debauched as he gazes up at you with wide, desperate eyes. “n-no, wait, why are you stopping!?”

“i want you to break me, felix,” you purr with a sharp glint in your eye, teasing over his scratch marks with the tips of your fingers. “i want you to lose control and let me have it, please—”

in an instant you’re thrown across the bed, your back hitting your mattress knocking the wind out of you, and he’s on top of you before you can catch your breath. his claws snatch ahold of both your legs and tosses them over his shoulder, folds you over as he resheathes his throbbing cock back inside your gaping, drooling pussy. with inhuman strength he takes complete control over your body, trapping you beneath him and leaving you helpless, unable to do anything other than lay there and take it as he rams his cock inside of you. his bulbous cockhead knocks against your cervix so hard you fear he’ll push through, such a witty girl brainless and fucked stupid split open with his cock nestled deep in your tummy.

“you never wanted it slow and gentle, did you angel?” felix goads, his deep voice gaining an echoing, demonic edge. “you wanted me to treat you like a slut from the very beginning… such a nasty little witch.”

his mismatched eyes catch on the little bulge his cock makes in your tummy, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust; he presses down on your tummy with a devilish grin and a moan, able to feel his cockhead pounding up in your guts. “you feel me right here, don’t you baby?”

“s-so d-deep—!” is all you can manage to whimper, your teary eyes threatening to spill from the overwhelming pleasure.

felix coos at your fucked out face, his sharp nails digging into the meat of your thighs in a disorienting mix of pain and pleasure. “so cute, taking my cock so well… will you let me cum inside? i want to— i need to fill you up with my cum.”

“yes, yes— god, i’m gonna cum, please!” you beg, any last shred of dignity leaving in favor for your impending climax. your need for release clouded your mind, unable to think of anything except for creaming around felix’s cock as he shoots a hot load inside of you.

“who? god’s not here, baby.” felix crows, mirroring your own joke with a chuckle. you don’t have the energy to even get mad at him. “just us— now tell me how badly you want this demon to cum inside of you. be a good girl and beg for it… maybe i’ll give you that firstborn you want so badly?”

your tears finally fall as you surrender completely to uncontrollable ecstasy, sobbing for felix to breed you as his hips grow sloppy. he’s so close to the edge, just as much as you— you can feel it in the shuddering of his body, his broken whimpers, the tightness in his heavy balls as they slap against your ass. you grab fistfuls of the bed sheets to ground you, keep you from floating away entirely as you lose yourself in pleasure.

“cum together with me, angel,” felix pants above you, thrusting as deep as he could inside inside your pussy, “cum on my cock as i put a baby in you—!”

you cum all over his cock in a rush of exalted endorphins, your pussy spasming violently with your third and most powerful orgasm of the night. your gummy walls clamp down around his shaft, trying to push him out and suck him in deeper at the same time; you can see a foamy white ring formed around the base when he pulls out to thrust back in, a sticky and creamy mess down his balls and thighs. finally, with an animalistic grunt, felix stills inside of you to add to the mess, hot thick ropes of seed flooding your womb until you overflowed. you’ve never felt so full in your life, slick and cum oozing out around where felix’s cock stayed buried deep inside of you. you ride out the aftershocks in each other’s arms, falling into an intimate embrace as you both work to catch your breath.

“fuck, look at that…” felix whispers after a long moment of silence, his hips moving gently to thrust loosely. more cum leaks out from where you were joined, the both of you moaning at the sight. “there’s so much cum it’s leaking out… a-are you okay? was that good?”

“good?! that was the best sex i’ve ever had in my life—” you reply, moving to prop yourself up, but felix pushes you back down with urgency.

“no, no baby, don’t move, you gotta keep it all inside! stay still while i push it in deeper…”

before you can protest felix begins to wildly pound into your spent pussy again, his cock still rock hard and throbbing against your walls— you cry out in surprise and overstimulation, more exhausted and drained than you’ve ever felt before, yet your greedy pussy opens up for him with ease. he shushes your sobs and hiccups, his caresses gentle but his eyes wild and dangerous… he’s gotten drunk on the power of your love, lost all control to the beast that had been hiding inside of him for so long..

“i don’t think that’s going to be enough… i’m not stopping until i’ve bred you proper, just how you want it, right? we’re not done.”

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𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - frat au!lee minho & yang jeongin x fem!reader

wc: 3.4k

cw: some boy x boy action/poly dynamics, watersports, pwp but with the tiniest inkling of plot, minho and jeongin are wearing saltburn-esque costumes, SMUT MDNI

a/n: return to writing possibly with this commission for @leeknow-thoughts that is actually just filth.. probably the filthiest thing i've ever written. THIS CONTAINS PISS !! so please be warned!! if you don't like it, don't read it :)

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sw: not quite detailed but all 3 characters are tipsy/slightly intoxicated, pain play, nipple play, mommy/daddy kink, bunny reader as in she’s dressed as a bunny, eiffel tower, face fucking, threesome,

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“they’re staring again.”

seungmin speaks as if it’s fact, truth, sworn by the gods, and maybe it is. his hands come to fix the bunny ears perched on your head, perfectly folding one ear, before they slide down and rest on your shoulders.

“go and talk to them.”

“no,” you say, determined, because you’ll be damned if you’re starting a conversation with them first. minho and jeongin look at you every damn party. the two football players are practically fixated on you, despite the fact that you’ve barely said a few words to eachother, and jisung’s new years bash was obviously not going to be any different. “they’re not staring. maybe they’re just… lost in thought. dissociating.”

except when you look at them, across the living room of the frat’s way too large house, they are looking directly at you. jeongin’s white tank top is tight on his body, and you have to force yourself not to stare. both him and minho are dressed in some saltburn-esque costumes tonight; jeongin’s got two golden wings encasing his body, and minho’s wearing two horns on his head to match, blazer open and displaying an expanse of milky skin across his chest and stomach. jeongin leans over to say something to minho, and you see his tummy quiver as he laughs.

you’re trying not to look at minho altogether, actually. his eyes narrow upon seeing you returning his stare, and he licks his lips, predatory. realistically, you’ve never wanted anything more than you want those two men, and your fantasies actually tend to go a lot further than people would think. perhaps they even delve into the realm of something domestic, your thoughts even revolving around a relationship between the three of you, but you’d never admit that.

“i’m not watching you play a sexy little game of cat and mouse all night,” seungmin huffs, rolling his eyes, but you know he’s invested. if anything did happen, he’d beg for the details. “frat boys don’t get lost in thought. i don’t think they have the capacity to think.”

the baseball jersey on his back swamps his frame and billows as he walks away to find a drink, before you can protest that seungmin is a frat boy himself. you’re left with your own company and whatever concoction felix handed to you when you walked in.

you turn back to stare. you sip the drink and stare at the emptiness of the room. minho and jeongin are gone. you hear the distant laughter of the other frat boys in a different room, but you can't bring yourself to envy them. you take a deep breath and remind yourself that you can make your own way, without giving into the temptation of those two football players.

it’s all looking good until you turn to find seungmin, and jeongin is suddenly in front of you, eyes fixated upon your figure. it makes you jump, and the presence of another body behind you encroaches into your personal space.

“are you finally going to come to bed with us tonight?” minho’s tone is level, firm. you bristle like a frightened cat, body seizing up, hand tightening on your glass. his hand comes up to grip your jaw, forcing you to turn and look at him. the horns on his head make him look devilish, sinful. his lips stretch into a smile, but it’s fake. “don’t be scared of me, little bunny. i’m not going to hurt you.”

“he will,” jeongin’s at your front all of a sudden, that damned tank top highlighting everything you’re trying hard not to look at. two golden wings encompass you, sheltering you into this little bubble of you, jeongin and minho, unable to see anything beyond two firm bodies. jeongin smirks, tongue licking over his teeth. it’s awfully predatory, and you do feel like a little bunny - except you’re caught between two big bad wolves. he knows you feel cornered. it was his plan, if anything. “i’ll hurt you too, if that’s what you want?”

god, yes. you do. the acts of dominance have your thighs squeezing together, and you lick your lips before gulping nervously.

“it’s. uh- you’re-”

jeongin raises his eyebrows. he looks at you, then to minho, then smiles, scrunching his nose.

“don’t be nervous,” he murmurs, hand smoothing down the side of your skimpy little bodysuit. you’re feeling quite exposed, legs clad in fishnets and stupid bunny tail perched above your ass - minho squeezes it as if to remind you that it’s there. “it’s just us. you do want us, right?”

you’re fumbling the moment. minho’s quiet for now, but you hear him hum, questioning. you have to will yourself to speak, to admit that yeah, you have been staring back for so damn long and yes, you do want them.

“sometimes i want you so bad it hurts.”

“then it’s settled, bunny. you’ll meet us upstairs in five?” jeongin’s thumb swipes over your bottom lip, and you bounce in your sneakers, way too excited. is this real? is this actually happening? you realise he’s waiting for a response, an expectant expression crossing his face, and you nod.

“i’ll meet you upstairs in five.”

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as soon as the bedroom door shuts minho’s got you pinned against the wall. you assumed he’d be the one taking control, and you hear jeongin walk over to the double bed in the middle of the room. he’s fumbling with the sheets, but you can’t hear anything over the sound of your ears ringing - minho presses his lips to yours, chaste and sweet.

“let me know if i’m going too fast,” another kiss, this time a little longer. you chase his lips with yours when he pulls away, and he giggles softly, eyes scrunching with his smile. one of his hands comes down to squeeze your bunny tail again. “we don’t have to do anything at all. we can just talk, get to know eachother-”

whether it’s the liquid courage in your blood or not, you kiss him again, murmuring against his mouth. “i want you both. i’ve wanted you both for so long, you have to have known.”

jeongin is next to you again, kissing your neck. you’re too involved with minho to notice, finally, finally getting to kiss him properly, tongue darting into his mouth. he lets you, but as soon as it gets overeager, he’s pinning you back to dominate your lips again. his lips are thick, domineering, and the presence of jeongin’s breath on your skin ensures that you don’t forget that you’re inbetween your two dream men.

when minho pulls away with a sharp nip to your bottom lip, you’re gasping. “you- you guys want me too?”

“we made that clear,” jeongin grunts. minho’s horns tickle your neck when he leans down to bite at your collarbone. you’re too exposed, despite being clothed, and you allow jeongin to coax you both over to the bed. you think this is jeongin’s room, judging by the weed paraphernalia on his dresser and the pictures of him and minho on the wall. it almost feels a little invasive to be in here, only knowing what seungmin has told you about the two, but they seem to be along the lines of fuck now, think later.

once you reach the bed, the motions are blurry. jeongin sprawls across his sheets, long limbs splayed and erection way too prominent in his black jeans, and minho pushes you onto the mattress. he’s rougher yet clearly the one in control, and it makes you worry for what jeongin’s got in store. the latter pulls you by the waist on top of him, settling you right over his erection, and minho’s behind you again. you realise he likes to be behind you, and whether or not that’s to keep his view of your ass, you’re unsure - but he leans down and nips at the exposed skin of your asscheek, making you jolt with a squeal, landing fully on top of jeongin this time.

the elder of the two is speaking before you can recollect yourself. “i mean, there’s obviously a connection here, right?” minho murmurs, one digit hooking under the strap of your black bodysuit. he drags it down your shoulder, and jeongin’s eyes follow it, his body shuffling beneath you. “we stare at you. you stare back. we know you talk about us. we want each other.”

“w-we do,” you grind on jeongin’s bulge. his blush spreads to his neck, bright pink, displaying his arousal. his jeans are tight on his crotch and it looks painful - you want to rid him of his confines, but minho’s little fingers finally pull your bodysuit cup down and tweak your nipple. you’re braless underneath the bodysuit - there was no other way - and the cold air has your back arching.

jeongin’s hands are insistent. with still-wet lips, his fingers reach down to unclip your bodysuit, and he’s quickly ripping your fishnets open to get to your core. you’re jostled around on top of him, and minho’s fingertips are rough over both of your nipples.

“what will you let us do to you?” jeongin questions. his breath is heavy, and he finally manages to shove your underwear out of the way. it’s messy, too fast, but your pussy is accepting when he slides two long fingers into your hole. you whine at the intrusion, and minho’s thumbnail scrapes over your areola, causing ripples of pain to make you shout. “can we do anything we want to you?”

“a-anything, you can do anything,” moaning, you will yourself to speak, and it doesn’t cross your mind that they might really take you up on it. minho’s teeth sink into your neck, and his hands move to rip your bodysuit off of your head. once you’re naked, save for the ripped fishnets and panties shoved to the side, jeongin finally starts to move his fingers inside of you. the feeling drives you insane, the way he’s so deep it has your thighs trembling around his hips, and minho groans at the sight.

“anything? really?” he begins, and you want to take it back, but his fingers pinch your clit. your thighs clench sharply around jeongin, and you can’t help but keen. “what if mommy and daddy wanted to piss on you, baby, huh? is that still okay?”

mommy and daddy? your head spins.

“f-fuck, minho, oh my god,” you clench your eyes shut, hand gripping jeongin’s wrist. minho’s hands move back to your tits, jiggling the flesh in his hands before pinching down on your nipples to the point you’re wailing, hips bucking into jeongin. his fingers speed up. they want an answer. “yes! yes, you can, iyennie, daddy, you can piss on me. mommy, you too, i’m yours, i’m your bunny.”

“lean forward,” minho instructs, so you do. your tits are level with jeongin’s face and he leans up to suck on a nipple blindly, cheeks crimson. his fingers still pump inside of you, but his wrist is shoved away by minho, who presses the blunt tip of his cock against your hole as soon as it’s empty. it’s all too fast, too intense, but you moan and reach back to spread your asscheeks for him regardless. minho groans. “fuck, i can’t wait. i’m gonna piss inside you, dirty little bunny. are you gonna take it for me?”

“i-i’ll take it, i’ll take it,” you babble, and your eyes settle on jeongin. his hair is mussed, and you use it to pull his head back, facing you. you catch his lips with yours before minho pushes in, and you whine at the stretch. it’s too much, even with jeongin’s fingers inside of you stretching you beforehand, and you wish you’d caught sight of his cock before. you’ll just have to hope this happens again. “iyennie, daddy, will you- will you do it too?”

“i’m not fuckin’ you this time, bunny, minho-hyung said so,” jeongin says quietly, and he sounds almost embarrassed. you realise it was all planned out at the same time minho starts moving, cock thrusting into you steadily, and you can only moan incoherently. jeongin coos, fingers repositioning your bunny ears as they start to jostle out of place. “‘s that nice? it’s big, right?”

“s-so big, so big, mommy-”

“pussy’s so fucking wet,” minho groans, and you just about manage to turn to see him. jeongin helps you, hand positioned on your jaw, and you catch sight of minho fucking his cock inside of you. his pubes are already wet with your essence, and once his eyes see you looking back at him, those bunny teeth bite into his bottom lip sharply. “you want it? i’m gonna piss inside y-you, bun, you want it deep?”

“feels so good inside, bunny, minho-hyung did it to me before,” jeongin’s whispering, but you can hear him clearly, and the realisation that they’ve fucked before is enough to do you in. your pussy clenches down, and you’re cumming before you can think about it, hole creaming over minho’s thick, thick cock. minho chuckles victoriously, and jeongin groans, shoving you down by your shoulders to wrench himself out from underneath you. he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down to his thighs, tugging his cock out from his boxers to pump his shaft to the sight of you and minho together. minho fucks you harder once jeongin’s pulled his cock out, not unnoticed by you. “i-is that hot? that we’ve fucked before?”

“y-yes! god, i wanna- i wanna watch it, and- and i wanna play, too, all the time, will you let me? will you- fuck, mommy, daddy, mommy, please piss inside my p-pussy!”

“dirty bitch,” minho mumbles, palm smacking your ass. “daddy, fuck her mouth. keep her quiet.”

jeongin’s hand tightens around the base of his shaft, and he forces it past your lips. you open your mouth obediently and let him inside, mouth stretching around his girth. minho thrusts once, twice, and then he’s pressing in deep to let go - you feel the wetness of his piss inside of you, and you groan around jeongin, encouraging him to fuck into your mouth steadily. he only fucks inside a few times before he’s groaning and pulling out with a hiss.

“m-maybe i’ll- hyung, can i? i need to go too, i wanna- on her tits, hyung, can i?”

“yeah, fuck- let me fucking see it, iyennie. show hyung.”

you’re wrenched upwards again by minho’s fist in your hair, forced to take his cock while he pulls your back against his chest. it’s deep, so overwhelming that all you can do is cry out and take, take, take, your pussy squelching with the mess. you pray for jeongin’s sheets, especially when he aims his cockhead at your tits and finally lets go, cock spurting piss over your skin.

you can feel minho’s gaze burning, his hand coming up to rub the liquid into you, pinching your nipples on the way. you’re fully limp, head floaty and still so fucking horny. minho fucks into you, rough and debauched, and then you’re empty, falling forward if not for jeongin holding you up.

“i’m gonna cum- oh fuck, oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, bunny, stay still,” minho’s cock is drenched from your pussy and the liquid he filled you with, and you want to suck it, but you’re wrenched backwards by your hair. minho pumps his cock erratically, thick shaft filling his small hand until he releases all over your tits. you feel like a mess, debauched, and jeongin’s moaning so loud you know that if the music was any quieter everyone would know what you three are up to.

jeongin fucks into his fist again, and minho flops next to him, chest flushed beneath that open blazer. you realise you’re all still relatively clothed, jeongin’s tank top and wings still on his body and jeans only just shoved down. his cock leaks precum on his clothes as he pumps it, still hard despite pissing all over you. minho pulls you down next to him.

“you need to get inside, iyennie.”

“hyung, you said-”

“i don’t care, feels too good. you need to feel it.”

it’s a simple statement and you’re fucked too dumb to consider anything, thighs only spreading apart for jeongin to settle in between them. jeongin’s cock isn’t as thick as minho’s but god is it long, and it presses into your cervix as soon as he sinks inside with a sharp grunt. his hair hangs over his face as he repositions you, bending your limp legs back to your chest, making the angle so much deeper. tears bite at your eyes.

“‘s so much, it’s- fuck, daddy, does it feel good?” you mumble, licking over dry lips, and minho strokes over your cheek fondly. jeongin fucks into you, pace picking up, and you’ve almost forgotten about the cum and piss all over your tits until his tongue starts to lick at your skin.

“fuck, that’s filthy, iyennie,” minho groans, hand pushing jeongin’s hair back from his face. you can see him better like this, and you keen, hands gripping on the sheets beneath you. your pussy feels raw, abused, but his incessant thrusts have you barrelling towards your second orgasm. “c’mere, give me a kiss, baby.”

you think minho’s talking to you, but his lips connect with jeongin’s. you can see their tongues messily sliding over eachother’s, an open mouthed, spit-filled kiss. you’re nearly there, orgasm just in sight, but jeongin fucks inside of you a few more times until you feel him spilling his cum inside of you, moaning against minho’s mouth.

you let out a loud disappointed whine, and minho turns to face you. while there’s a playful look in his eyes, you know that he feels somewhat sorry for you, and he ushers jeongin to pull out and leave you spread in front of them. the younger’s cum drips out of your hole, and jeongin places a sweet kiss on your clit before moving out of the way.

minho’s shoulders are so broad that you have to spread your legs wider to let him in. he settles between your thighs, and then his lips latch around your clit. he’s impatient, suckling loud and wet to make you cry out, and when his tongue dips down to collect the cum from your hole you reach out to grip onto jeongin.

“that’s it, ‘s that nice?” jeongin murmurs, lips brushing against your cheek. he’s spent, but he still holds you close to him, letting you ride out the pleasure minho’s making you feel. “he loves eating cum. he’s a slut for it, honestly.”

minho moans against you, little hands coming to pull your core closer to his mouth. it’s when minho’s teeth brush over your clit that you jolt, hand gripping onto his dark head of hair, and then you’re cumming, shrieking and squealing through the most pleasurable thing you’ve felt in your life. it lasts longer than the last one, pleasure biting at your spine like electricity.

when you come to, you’re resting on jeongin’s chest while minho rolls a joint. despite being preoccupied, the latter isn’t far away, his legs slung over yours on the bed. you’re pretty sure the sheets have been changed, and you’re relatively clean, wearing an oversized t-shirt and joggers that must belong to one of the two, or both.

“so,” you croak, stretching your arms above your head. you try to clear your throat, and jeongin laughs, running the back of his knuckles over your exposed arms. minho perks up at the sound of your voice, and smiles when he sees you’re lucid, wearing nothing but his boxers and a hoodie. his thighs are thick and exposed, and you can’t help your gaze from running over them. “am i the only one who napped?”

“yeah, we got you cleaned up while you passed out,” jeongin informs, and you hum, nodding. when you turn to him he looks shy, cheeks pink, and he scrunches his nose up before speaking again. “you don’t… regret anything, right? we went a little hard for the first time together.”

first time? meaning there’ll be more? you grin, shaking your head. “it was perfect. i like it like that, for future reference.”

“i could tell,” minho quips, and you giggle. “are you wanting to smoke with us now that you’re awake? the party’s over, by the way.”

you blink, sitting up. “minho, i slept through the whole party? where’s seungmin and felix?”

“asleep in their rooms,” he fiddles with the rolling paper, raising an eyebrow. “are you telling me you’re not happy to be here?”

it's a rhetorical question - he knows you are, you're sated and fucked and laying there with a grin on your face.

“oh no, no,” you correct, laying back onto jeongin’s chest. he lets out a purr, something akin to a cat. “this is where i’m meant to be, i’m sure of it.”

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coderrorpwpau · 1 year ago

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Pwptober It's making me crazy (these are the first 7 days)

#playtime with percy #pwp #percy poodle #pal percy #charlie the cat #mother moose #farmer felix #rowen rat

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candylix · 8 months ago

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netflix, no chill | lee felix

Pairing • Felix x GN!Reader

Summary • You're watching Felix's favorite movie, but you can't pay attention with his hand in your pants. Even worse, every time you're close, he stops what he's doing to tell you trivia about the movie. Unfortunately for him, you're more invested in getting some relief.

Genre • smut, pwp

WC • 1.2k

Content • no pronouns used but reader does have a vagina, clit stimulation, fingering, edging, dry humping, piv penetration, creampie

"Oh, see that tree in the back? It actually almost fell on top of a crew member while filming," Felix says, pointing to the screen. His fingers on your clit stop while he talks, something you've been dealing with for the past 20 minutes.

You're sitting on the couch between Felix's legs, watching a movie he's obsessed with, and his hand has been in your pants since it started. But every time he explains the lore, or the differences between the book and the movie, or tells you about what happened on set, his fingers stop. You can't tell if he's doing it on purpose or by accident, but he has a lot to say, and you can barely pay attention to anything but your pulsing core.

His fingers go back to circling your clit, dipping down into your wet hole and smearing the juices over your core. Your head leans back into his shoulder as he presses into a spot that makes you twitch, rubbing it until you can barely keep your eyes open. You can feel that familiar warmth in your stomach, orgasm building as he runs his fingers through your folds.

You feel one of his digits insert into you, and a quiet moan passes between your lips. His fingers pump in and out, dragging along your walls. All you hear are the wet noises your pussy makes, the movie long forgotten in your bliss. He curls his finger, rubbing against a sensitive spot, and you can't help how your body twitches against it.

A second finger teases your entrance, and he stretches your hole as he slips it in. The fullness you feel inside is enough to take you closer to your climax.

Suddenly, you hear a loud shout from the tv, and Felix retracts his fingers from inside you.

"Ok, you see how the shield he uses is circular," he says, miming the shape with both hands, and you can see your juices coat the hand that was just inside you. "In the book it was more of like a round diamond shape." He mimes the shape again, and all you want is for him to stop and go back to what he was doing. Your impending orgasm fades away.

"Felix, please," you beg, and he suddenly remembers what he was in the middle of.

"Oh, sorry."

His hand finds its way back to your aching core, cupping it while he shoves popcorn into his mouth with the other. He strokes the flesh around your clit, sliding easily against you with how wet you are. You lean further into his chest, relaxing back into the feeling. His fingers caress your eager nub, and when you groan as he strokes a sensitive area, he rubs into it harder.

You can't help the way your body mindlessly rocks into his hand. You don't even realize you're doing it, just letting yourself chase the feeling. He notices, though, because your rocking grinds against his crotch. The more he rubs your cunt, the harder you buck against him.

His fingers finally dip back into your hole, and the sounds of your sopping wet pussy enveloping him makes his cock twitch. He thrusts into you, making you moan his name. He can't pay attention to the movie anymore, too distracted by the friction against his throbbing dick as you grind into him, lost in your own pleasure.

He curls his fingers into you, rubbing against your walls, and bucks into your ass. You clench against his fingers as he thrusts deeper into you, about to finally cum, but a loud crash interrupts you as someone on screen gets thrown into a wall.

Felix's attention is once again on the movie. His fingers are inside you, unmoving as you throb around them, and his hard cock presses into your ass.

"This is important, watch. So that guy just killed the main character's brother, and that's going to be what sets up the events of the sequel."

You can barely parse what Felix is saying, mind too clouded from being edged this long. You try to hump his fingers, body begging for any kind of relief, and he finally notices when he feels movement against his dick again.

"You're really not paying attention, huh?"

"How can I? Every time I'm about to cum, you stop to tell me trivia," you whine.

"Yeah, but it's cool trivia. Like now," he says, and the scene changes to the characters walking through a forest, "did you know this was shot near a town with a lot of Bigfoot sightings?"

He can see on your face that you're not listening, mind filled with thoughts of him fucking you until you can't move. He sighs.

"Fine, I'll help you."

He clears the space on the table in front of you, and guides you onto it, laying on your stomach. In this position, he can fuck you while still watching the movie.

He pulls down everything standing between his dick and your cunt, and he admires the view. You're bare from the waist down, lying on the table, legs rubbing together in anticipation of his cock inside you.

"You better watch the movie when I'm done."

"I will, please, please start," you beg, and a soft smile adorns his lips. You were very cute like this, bent over and desperate for him to fuck you. This was a sight he rarely got to see.

He spreads your legs open, and his throbbing shaft prods your entrance. You moan as he pushes inside, easily sliding in from how wet you are. His thrusts are slow and steady, making sure he doesn't miss important scenes of conversations you couldn't care about right now. His cock pumps in and out, filling you up completely before pulling right back out.

"Faster," you moan, and he dutifully complies.

He speeds up his thrusts, groaning every time he bottoms you out. He hits you deep enough to hit a sweet spot you can't reach by yourself, and as he bucks faster, he slams into it with more force. Felix can't hear the movie anymore, the noise drowned out with his body slapping against your cunt and moans that cry out in pleasure.

His pace is erratic, his own desire to chase his high at odds with helping you reach yours. You can feel yourself coming closer to climax with each thrust hitting deep inside you, and your walls clench around his cock as you finally cum. You moan his name, juices drenching him as he pounds into you. The pressure on his dick as you ride out your high, and the way his name sounds coming out of you, brings him to his climax. He releases himself inside you, filling you up completely. He pulls out carefully, watching you twitch from the slow pull of his dick against your walls, and collapses back on the couch. The view of your juices mixes and seeping out of your pussy, it almost makes him want to fuck you again. But then he remembers what's about to happen in the movie, and that urge subsides.

You catch your breath on the table, and you feel his hands massage your bare ass.

"In this part, they were actually going to have an extra scene where they fight this one huge monster from the book, but it had to be cut," he says, as if he hadn't just cum inside you moments before. He was going to tell you facts about his favorite movie whether you wanted to hear them or not. "That monster is actually really relevant to the plot in the third book, so I'm not sure how they're going to introduce it when they make that movie."

You lift yourself off from the table, and move to sit back between Felix's thighs. He wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles his head into your shoulder.

There's no way you were going to be able to follow the plot.

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minisugakoobies · 10 months ago

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Yours for the Night | HHJ

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, frenemies to lovers, Model!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: so. much. cockiness from Hyunjin, arguing as a form of foreplay, a bit of dumbification, what's a little fucking between frenemies?, dick pics, exhibitionism, nipple play, mentions of slut shaming, grinding, fingerfucking, pinching, just a tiny bit of spit, unexpected use of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), wet and messy, biting, dirty talk, maybe a little degradation (talking about reader being cock stupid), unprotected sex (bc used), riding/cowgirl style, praise/use of "good girl," soft dom!hyunjin vibes, rough/hard sex, multiple positions, creampie, multiple orgasms Word Count: 8.8k Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SKZ - they just inspire me Summary: “Let me lay it out for you, so there’s no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you don’t want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.” Or, Hyunjin makes you an offer you simply can't refuse.

A/N: I finished this earlier than expected, thanks to the inspiration that is Hyunjin at Milan Fashion Week. Have you seen him?? 🥵 Anyway, it's all because of his stunning beauty that this filthy lil pwp exists. Enjoy! 😘

Unbeta'd as usual. I would *love* to hear your thoughts - my inbox is always open (anon is on, but hateful comments will be blocked. Be kind, writers do this for free and with love!) 💕

SKZ Masterlist 💜

It’s Friday night, you’re out for drinks with your friends, and you are frustrated.

It’s not the club that’s bothering you. You’re here tonight at Felix’s request. He’d told you all it had been too long since you’d gone out as a group, so all nine of you and your friends crammed yourselves into a couple of rides and headed for downtown.

Nor is it the incredibly tight, short, and backless dress you’ve poured yourself into that’s annoying you, though it’s certainly not helping. Your fingers anxiously grasp at the hem, tugging it down your thighs as you take a seat at the table where Felix and Seungmin are currently talking.

No, it’s something personal that has you wound tighter than a corset tonight. Work has been kicking your ass lately, and it’s put a huge damper on your sex life. You haven’t been out with anyone new in the last few months. Haven’t had any time to reach out to any of your small group of casual hookups who would typically lend a hand. Most nights you’ve even been too tired to masturbate.

Put simply, you’re ready to fucking pop.

Which is why you’re wearing this bodybinding dress and staring at the dance floor like a wildcat stalking its prey, searching to find someone to help you with your problem. Unfortunately, you’ve been here for hours, and no one’s caught your eye so far.

Your clutch rattles on the table, drawing your attention. Everyone who would usually text you is here, so out of curiosity, you take out your phone. The notification tells you that Hyunjin sent you a photo.

You glance across the room at where Hyunjin is sitting in a booth with Changbin, deep in conversation. Why would he send you a photo right now?

Your confusion only grows when you look at the photo. It’s a selfie, Hyunjin raising his champagne glass in a toast to the camera, perfectly tousled dark hair spilling over his brow as he fixes you with his signature smirk. It’s a gorgeous shot, of course, because he’s a gorgeous man, but again, why is he sending you selfies in the middle of tonight’s celebration? Or at all? Hyunjin’s never been the type to send you photos before, of himself or the group or anything.

He’s never really been the type to text you, period, outside of the group chat. Probably because the two of you aren’t really friends. Frenemies would be more accurate. You share the same group of friends, but have nothing else in common. Which is fine, you don’t have to be close to hang out, but he’s… well… he’s an acquired taste, and you’ve never developed an appreciation. Hyunjin’s snooty and cocky - overly so, in your opinion, even if he is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Most of your conversations consist of nothing but arguing. He’s very stubborn and loves to get the last word in on everything. Which drives you crazy because you prefer to have the final say.

So to say this sudden selfie has you perplexed is an understatement.

Ignoring whatever Felix and Seungmin are talking about, you fire off a question.

You: What is this? Hyunjin: Are you that drunk? It’s me

Reflexively, you scowl at your screen.

You: I know it’s you You: But WHY are you sending me a photo of yourself? Hyunjin: You’ve been staring at me all night Hyunjin: I thought maybe you’d like something to take home, to keep

Again, you look over, only to find him looking at you, lips curled to match his photo. Heat flames through you. Could he be more conceited?

Maybe the vanity isn’t totally unearned, considering that he’s an actual model, making a living using his ethereal beauty to sell products. His own lifestyle is just as luxurious as the images he appears in. Like right now, he’s wearing the finest black suit, obviously couture, with a few silver necklaces draped over his tie that you’ve no doubt cost more than your entire outfit alone.

And sure, he has a jawline carved by the gods, thick eyebrows that frame expressive, cat-like eyes, and ridiculously pouty lips that you’ve found yourself staring at once… an hour on average. Maybe in your weakest moments you’ve even dreamt about what it would be like to kiss those lips.

But does that mean he has to be a dick all the time?

You: You’re such an ass Hyunjin: Deny it all you want, but we both know you can’t keep your eyes off me Hyunjin: Not that I blame you You: It’s amazing your head still fits through doors Hyunjin: You’d be the first to notice if it didn’t

Your nostrils flare. No matter what you say, he always flips it back on you. Admittedly, you are a little tipsy, so you’re not fully on your game, but it’s still annoying as fuck. And right now, you really don’t need another reason to be frustrated.

You: Whatever, Hyunjinnie

You cast another glance at Hyunjin, delighting in the way he frowns at your response. He hates it when you call him that.

You take a moment to locate the rest of your friends. Changbin’s still sitting with Hyunjin. Jeongin and Chan are doing shots at the bar. Minho and Jisung are in their own little world on the dance floor, arms draped around one another. Neither Felix nor Seungmin seemed to have noticed that you have dropped out of their discussion. Part of you feels guilty for ignoring them, but, well, you’re a little fired up now, and the only thing that would make you feel better would be getting the last word in with Hyunjin for once.

You take a sip of your cocktail, floating the cold liquid on your tongue as you devise your next line of attack, when your phone buzzes again.

Hyunjin: I have another photo for you You: Why? Hyunjin: Because I think you’d like it You: Oh really? Like you know what I like Hyunjin: Always so argumentative Hyunjin: You’re pretty easy to figure out Hyunjin: The staring makes it incredibly obvious

Such an ass.

You: Fuck off Hyunjin: I will not You: What’s your game, man? Hyunjin: No game Hyunjin: Can’t I just do something nice for you?

The man is a riddle. An enigma draped in Versace.

You type out “I guess there’s a first time for everything” and press send, putting your phone down long enough to watch him get the text. Hyunjin laughs to himself, smiling down at his screen, and there’s this weird feeling of satisfaction in your stomach at the sight. Whatever, you like making people laugh, even assholes like him. So what.

You tell yourself that you’re not going to wait at his beck and call, jumping to read his texts as they come in, if in fact he keeps sending them, but then your phone vibrates again and you snap it up immediately, because you’re a liar.

Hyunjin: Just trust me Hyunjin: You want this Hyunjin: But I want something first You: Oh here we go You: There’s the catch A hand waves over your phone. “Hi, hello, are we boring you?”

Quickly, you turn it over before Seungmin can see your text thread. “No, sorry, I was just, uh - “

“Hey, leave her be,” your savior Felix says, pushing Seungmin lightly. “She’s had a rough couple of weeks. She shouldn’t have to suffer through your boring work stories, too.”

“Hey!”

Seungmin and Felix dissolve into arguing as you covertly flip your phone back over.

Hyunjin: I’m not asking much Hyunjin: Just a photo of you. A photo for a photo

He can’t be serious.

You: I’m not sending you a nude Hyunjin: Did I say nude? No, I did not Hyunjin: A normal selfie, that’s all

Again your suspicion rises. What is he playing at? Where is this going?

You: But WHY? Hyunjin: Maybe I can’t stop staring, either

Your breath catches in your throat. When you look up, he’s gazing at you again, but his expression is less smug than usual and more… ravenous.

You turn away so fast, your neck cracks.

Hyunjin: So? Send me a pic.

There’s no reason for you to agree to this. Absolutely no reason at all. Beyond, of course, your burning curiosity.

It’s really going to get you in trouble one day.

Grabbing your clutch, you slip off your chair. “Ladies room,” you announce, glancing at Felix and Seungmin, who aren’t listening anyway, still squabbling. You wander just far enough out of sight of your friends, find a spot with good lighting back near the bar (because even if it’s just for Hyunjin, your vanity will not let you take an unflattering photo), and snap a quick picture, firing it off right away.

As you’re sliding back into your seat, your phone vibrates. Hyunjin sent another photo.

You swallow reflexively. Holy shit. It’s a shot of his crotch, dress pants straining to contain what is clearly a massive cock, gripped through the fabric by long fingers.

Hwang Hyunjin sent you a dick pic.

So it’s not big dick energy, it’s just big dick, is the first coherent thought you have once the screeching inside your head stops. It occurs to you that you’ve been gawking unblinkingly at your phone for at least several minutes, so you raise your head to make sure your friends aren’t watching you, and thankfully they’re not. Really, you should know better than to underestimate just how much Felix and Seungmin love to bicker.

But what are you supposed to say to Hyunjin now? Your thumbs hover, waiting for inspiration, but you’re stuck.

Hyunjin: Wow, are you speechless? Hyunjin: Guess there really is a first time for everything

Even without looking, you know he’s smirking at you from across the room. Suddenly, you need another drink, so you mumble “bar” in Felix’s direction and stumble away. As the bartender mixes you another cocktail, you grip your phone tightly, waging an inner war with yourself.

You should look at the photo again. You shouldn’t look at the photo again. You should delete it, and Hyunjin’s number, and maybe throw the phone in the nearest trash bin too, just for extra comfort. But holy fuck, do you want to look at the photo again!

What you really don’t want is to think about the effect that photo has had on your pussy, because it’s humiliating how much she’s throbbing right now.

“I’ll take one of those as well, thanks.” A hand waves towards the bartender, and your treacherous brain immediately recognizes those fingers as the fingers from Hyunjin’s photo, and starts picturing what those lithe digits would look like wrapped around your throat. Great. Now your brain has joined your pussy. Traitors.

You say nothing as Hyunjin takes the seat next to you. Partly because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s gotten under your skin again, albeit in a very different way, but also partly because you’re still not sure what to say.

“You know,” Hyunjin bends towards you, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your ear, “if I’d known that all it would take to get you to stop arguing with me was showing you my cock, I would’ve introduced you much sooner.”

“God, you are just - just the worst,” you snarl, teeth clenched hard enough to give you a headache.

“Now really, is that any way to speak to someone who just gave you a gift?” Hyunjin sips his drink calmly.

Well, there’s the Hyunjin you recognize. What you don’t understand is how he’s still making your cunt drip with need. All you can think about right now is what he’s hiding under those suit pants. Are you really this dumbstruck by cock?

(Yes. Yes, you are.)

“Me and every other woman in this club, I bet. You probably air dropped it to the whole room.” You wouldn’t put it past him. Maybe that was his plan the whole time - work you up then leave you begging while he hooked up with someone else. As if you’d beg.

“Oh no, that was just for you.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

With a roll of his eyes, Hyunjin clicks his tongue. “Come on. You know how selective I am when it comes to my clothes or my liquor. Why would I be any less selective about who I fuck?”

“Who you fuck?” Whoa, who said anything about fucking? Besides your duplicitous brain and pussy. “Who - who said - that’s not - I mean -” You’ve suddenly become the Big Bad Wolf, huffing and puffing, unable to form a complete sentence.

Hyunjin rises, leaning over you as you gaze up at him from your barstool. He places his hands on the bar, one arm on either side of you, bracketing you in, wild eyes trailing down your figure slowly before he smiles, hungry and sharp, and you realize, no, here’s the wolf.

“Listen, there’s no reason we can’t fuck. Friends fuck all the time.” His hand glides over your shoulder, light as a feather, and you watch dazedly as goosebumps ripple along your skin. His touch is electric.

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

Hyunjin shrugs, lips twisted in a droll smile. “Close enough. This doesn’t have to be complicated. You said it yourself - you’re in need.”

“What? When did - I never said that!” Again you struggle to speak coherently, sputtering in your confusion.

Hyunjin frowns. “Ah, you’re right, I misspoke. That was Felix who said that, wasn’t it? On the ride here?”

You curse inwardly, remembering the private discussion you and Felix had had on the way to the club, when you were discussing your dry spell. Or at least, it was supposed to be private, but obviously someone had been listening in. Felix had offered to play wingman for you, saying he wouldn’t let anything keep him from helping you “in your time of need” - a bit dramatic, but that was Felix for you.

You’d waved him off, insisting that you could snag someone without any help. But here you are, drowning your sorrows at the bar with no possibilities in sight. Maybe you should’ve accepted Felix’s help after all.

“That’s not…” Sighing, you shrug. There was no point in trying to deny what he’d heard. “Fine, yeah, I came here tonight hoping to leave with someone, but I didn’t mean you!”

“That’s because you didn’t know I was an option.” Again his gaze travels down your body, lingering like a slow caress. “But after seeing the way you look tonight, I had to offer myself up.”

Always. So. Cocky. You want to deny that his words have an effect on you. Want to. But can’t.

And like that, your resolve starts to slip.

“You really want to help me out?” you ask. He nods, irises blown as his eyes flicker to yours, and it puts fire in your belly, has you biting your lip in contemplation. “What makes you think you have what I need?”

Hyunjin doesn’t bother to check if any of your friends are watching as he steps closer, like he doesn’t care if anyone sees the way he cups your cheek. Or how he slides his thumb over your lips, dragging the bottom one down before lowering his mouth towards yours. He hangs there, just for a second - just long enough for you to tip your face up in a wordless answer.

His touch has nothing on his kiss. Your whole body thrums from head to toe, fizzing like the champagne on your tongue earlier, sweet and effervescent. His hand falls to your hip, squeezes there suddenly, and you feel a rush of heat between your thighs.

Hyunjin’s plush lips part, letting the tip of his tongue briefly nudge against yours before he pulls away, leaving you blinking dumbly. He lets out a low chuckle, gently wiping a drop of spit from your chin.

“I just know.”

You’re too busy licking the inside of your lips, hunting for any lingering trace of him, to respond.

“Let me lay it out for you, so there’s no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you don’t want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.” His eyes dip to your mouth and back, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to make a move again. Needing him to. “Just think about it.”

And then he walks away, leaving you nearly toppling off your seat, floundering in his wake.

The ice cubes in your cocktail have all but melted by the time you remember you ordered another drink. Sipping it slowly, you replay the last several minutes in your head. Did all of that just happen? Did Hyunjin really just offer himself to you? And then kiss you like that?

You feel like you’re going out of your mind.

“Just think about it.”

Hyunjin’s last words echo in your head as you wander on wobbly legs back towards the table where Felix and Seungmin are still standing.

And oh, god, do you think about it.

For the rest of the night, no matter how many conversations you have with your other friends, no matter how hard you dance, no matter what you do - the sole thought occupying your brain is what it would be like to fuck Hyunjin. Again and again, you picture him above you, beneath you, behind you, big cock stretching you out, making you scream his name.

But it’s not worth it to give in to him. It can’t be. Good dick - if it’s good - can’t be enough to undo all the annoying shit he does, can it?

You cut yourself off early in the night, explaining that someone needs to stay sober enough to call for rides, but really you’re afraid that if you get completely blitzed, you’ll end up admitting something you don’t want to admit and going home with Hyunjin. Your friends honor your noble sacrifice by achieving impressive levels of drunk, ranging from delightful (Felix repeatedly booping you on the nose, calling you his “widdle buddy”) to disastrous (Chan, who gets upset when the guy he hits on in the bathroom doesn’t respond - turns out he was hitting on his own reflection - before falling asleep in a stall).

Since the club is in the middle of downtown, you arrange for two cars to pick you and your friends up - one heading east, one heading west. Changbin, Chan, Hyunjin, and you pile into the ride heading west. Changbin hops into the passenger’s seat before you can slip in, leaving you smushed in the back between Hyunjin and Chan’s gigantic thighs.

Said thighs are splayed a bit as Chan’s head lolls back, a loud snore erupting out of him as the car makes its first stop outside Changbin’s apartment.

“Can’t take him anywhere,” Changbin grunts, snapping a rather unflattering photo of Chan sleeping with his mouth wide open, obviously saving it to drop in the group chat at the most opportune time. “Can you two make sure he gets home okay? I know it’s a bit out of the way, but, well, look at him.”

Chan continues to rumble like a fighter jet, unaware of everything going on around him.

“Yeah, don’t worry, we got him,” Hyunjin replies, and you just nod. “Night, ‘Bin.”

Changbin gives the driver Chan’s address and then he ducks out of the cab. Your place is technically the next closest, but getting Chan back to his place safe and sound is the priority.

With Chan sleeping next to you, it’s basically just you and Hyunjin alone now. A fact that has also occurred to Hyunjin, whose hand has been drifting further and further around your waist the entire ride. Now it slides around openly, tucking you against his side. You could fight it if you so desired - he’s not holding you tightly. He’s giving you the chance to escape.

You’re not sure you want to.

“Have you thought about it?” he murmurs, nose against your ear.

Your body reacts to the tone of his voice, thighs rubbing together, as you nod.

“And what did you decide?”

“I - I don’t know.”

A puff of air tickles your skin as he laughs derisively. “Do you really need some convincing?”

Chan snuffles loudly, reminding you that there’s another person right next to you, since your entire focus is on Hyunjin, and the way his hand is now creeping beneath the open back of your dress, and slowly moving up your rib cage.

When he cups your left breast, you stifle a gasp. But you can’t stop the tiny “ah!” that escapes when he gently pinches your nipple. You attempt to cover it with a cough, hoping the driver’s lack of visible response means he didn’t hear you. Meanwhile, next to you, Chan doesn’t stir.

“Feel good?” Hyunjin coos quietly. “Must’ve felt good, given the way you’re squirming right now.”

Your hips have started to rock of their own volition. Brain, hips, pussy, all on your shit list.

“But just think how much better it’ll feel when it’s my mouth.” His tongue flicks the shell of your ear before he sucks your earlobe into his warm mouth. A preview of what’s to come. It makes you squirm even harder, dying for any sort of relief for the aching between your legs.

Remarkably, you manage to speak, hissing, “You’re a demon.”

Hyunjin laughs. “You’ve no idea.”

His hand stays where it is until the car pulls up at the curb outside Chan’s house. It takes a minute for the two of you to wake Chan, then another minute for him to realize where he is, then yet another minute for him to slide out of the car. Hyunjin sighs and also climbs out of the cab to make sure Chan gets into his house safely.

When Hyunjin returns, the driver glances in the rearview mirror. “So, one more stop, or two?”

You blink at the question. The air in the cab feels heavy with implication. Hyunjin says nothing, but looks at you expectantly, and you understand - the choice is yours.

You glance at your hands, as if they’ll help you choose. Your watch informs you that it’s 2:12 in the morning. Don’t they always say not to trust any decisions you make after two am?

When the driver clears his throat a little too loudly, Hyunjin’s fingers grip your chin.

“Well? You heard him - one stop or two?”

You meet his gaze, surprised to find a fire burning in his eyes.

Maybe you’d be a fool to run towards it, seeking warmth where there might only be danger.

Fine, then. You’re a fool.

“One.”

With a satisfied grin, Hyunjin gives the driver his address.

You’re a little tense during the elevator ride up to Hyunjin’s apartment. Hyunjin, on the other hand, looks completely relaxed, quietly leaning against the wall with his normal blasé expression on his face. Like you’re not about to cross a boundary here that you never expected to cross. Like this was inevitable.

As soon as you’re both inside and his door is locked, he turns to face you, and you suck in a deep breath, waiting impatiently for him to touch you again.

Instead, he asks, “Do you want some water?”

“Um, yeah, sure.”

He must read confusion on your face - at least, you hope it looks like confusion and not disappointment - because the corner of his mouth lifts in a small smile.

“A few questions first,” he says, walking into his kitchen, sliding his suit jacket off as he goes. “Are you in good health?”

“Am I - am I in good health?”

Hyunjin tuts. “I’d ask if you need me to repeat myself but clearly you heard the question.”

You stare at his back, brows furrowing as you decipher his meaning. “Are you asking if I’ve been tested recently? Yes, I have been. Nothing to report.”

“Good, me too,” he replies, yanking his tie off and tossing it onto the counter before opening the fridge and grabbing you both a bottle of water. He eyes you as he opens his. “Are you on birth control?”

“Is this what you’re like on a date? Does your foreplay always involve interrogating your partner with clinical questions?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He tilts his head back as he drinks, so he doesn’t catch the glare you shoot his way. “Answer the question.”

“Yes, dick, I’m on birth control.” You take a swig of your water. The memory of his touch in the taxi is fading more and more with every second that passes. With a clearer head, you’re starting to question if you’ve made the right choice.

“Good,” he repeats, wiping his mouth. “I prefer to fuck raw.”

You clench around nothing at the thought, but scowl anyway. “What about what I prefer?”

Hyunjin just hums, fingers brushing your cheek before they tap under your chin. “Do you want me to use a condom?” There’s no drollness or sarcasm to his tone. He’s genuinely asking.

“No.” Your pride takes a tiny hit at the way you answer him immediately, without hesitation.

Just as quickly as his gentle tone came, it disappears again, vanishing as Hyunjin flashes a smug smile. “That’s what I thought.”

“That’s what - oh fuck off.” There he is again, that cocky asshole. Reflexively, you curse at him, ready to fight. “Fuck you, you don’t know anything about me.”

“How many times do I need to tell you that I do? You’re so easy to read.”

“Really?” Okay then. You’ll call his bluff. “Go ahead, Hyunjinnie. Tell me what I like.”

He rolls his eyes. His fingers make quick work of his cufflinks, setting them on the granite top beside him, and he slides his sleeves up, revealing toned forearms beneath.

“Well, for starters, you love getting under my skin with that infantile nickname.”

“No shit. Everyone knows that.”

“You live for arguing, especially with me. Can’t let a single sentence go by without snapping back.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re always wrong.”

Hyunjin doesn’t take the bait, merely leans back against the counter, examining you so openly that you feel exposed, so you cross your arms, as if that will help you block his penetrating gaze. He takes a few seconds before speaking again.

“No, it’s not that. Though I’m sure that’s what you tell yourself. If it were, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

He speaks so calmly, so self-assuredly. It’s maddening, even though you’re burning with curiosity. Makes you want to know more, so you press him again. “Okay, then - what is it? Why am I here?”

“Because you wanted someone to take control.” He spreads his arms wide. “And here I am.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You know. You want someone else to be in charge. Make the decisions. Do the work for you. Then fuck you so hard that all those thoughts just fly right out of that pretty little head of yours.” He says it all so matter-of-factly, like it’s completely evident, your deepest desires laid bare for all to witness.

You want to dismiss his words, act like he’s so far off the mark that he’s on another planet, but you’re too surprised by his answer to respond with anything other than stunned silence. His arrogant smile returns. Clearly he was expecting you to fight, so your lack of a snappy comeback only confirms to him that he’s right.

“Just look at what you’re wearing,” he continues. “That tight dress screams ‘please fuck me stupid!’ Lucky for you, that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

You find your voice. “Oh, now you’re judging my clothing? And - and slut shaming me?”

“Please. I’m always judging your clothing. But it’s a taste thing, not some sort of moral judgment.” He smirks. “And I’m very supportive of sluts, thank you.”

As he sips his water, you replay the entire evening in your mind. Sending you the photos. Kissing you. Making the offer. Fuck. He really did do the work for you tonight. Was there ever a chance you were going to say no? Judging by Hyunjin’s attitude, this moment was never in doubt. He knew you’d end up here with him.

The other realization that dawns on you is - you’re not mad about any of that. The only thing you’re mad about is that, once again, he’s right about something. And he knows it.

Okay. Fine. You want to be fucked stupid. But does he have to be so fucking rude about it??

“Maybe this was a bad idea.”

He suddenly steps towards you. His expression is so intense that you move without thinking, backing all the way into the fridge. Your heart feels like it might burst through your ribcage at the slightest provocation, breath leaving your lungs in tiny exhalations as his thumb ghosts your cheek.

Not because you’re scared. Because you’re excited.

“Tell me you don’t want to kiss me.”

Hyunjin says the words softly, but there’s a firmness to his gaze that makes you swallow hard.

Your lips don’t move.

He kisses you. Wraps his hands around your waist, pulls you to his demanding mouth, head turning this way and that as his lips crash onto yours.

You kiss him back. Just as greedily, just as deeply.

His hand strokes your thigh. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.”

You make no noise.

His fingers crawl beneath your skirt, dancing over the silk of your underwear. Your gasp warms his tongue. A throaty growl chokes him.

“So wet for me.” He brings his hand up to show you the evidence, skin glistening. As if you didn’t already know.

He surges forward, pinning you to the fridge, mouth blazing a trail from your ear to your neck as his fingers press into your soaking slit.

“Ah, Hyunjin!” you whimper, clutching wildly at his bicep. The swell of his arm bulges as his fingers slowly search your inner walls, like they’re mapping every inch of you. When they trace over your g-spot, they linger, brushing again and again. “Oh my god!”

“Tell me,” he implores, husky voice breaking, like he’s barely in control, “tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you don’t want this - don’t want me - and I’ll call you a ride and we’ll never talk about this again.”

His forehead bumps yours, eyes smoldering with bright intensity, hand still plunging.

This time, you speak, chest heaving as you gasp for air.

“Don’t - don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

A smile spreads across Hyunjin’s face. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other hand still working between your thighs. You moan, feeling his erection digging into your hip as he presses himself against you, holding you firmly in place while he adds a third finger to the two already fucking you open.

“Say it,” he commands, mouth wet and hot on your cheek. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want, oh, fuck, I, I want you to fuck me, Hyunjin.”

In an instant, he’s disentangled himself from you, and you can’t help but whine very loudly at the sudden loss of his fingers. Hyunjin just smirks at your naked desperation, spinning you around so you’re in front of him.

“Come on,” he says, lightly pinching your ass to make you move. You yelp, smacking him on the arm, but he just laughs. “I’m not fucking you in here. Let’s go.”

“Asshole,” you curse, but you go anyway, because all you want is for him to touch you again, and if he’s refusing to do it in here, then why would you want to stay? You’re going wherever his hands go.

Maybe you should feel ashamed, for giving in so easily. But you don’t. All you feel is desire. This is what you want. What you need.

Hyunjin’s fingers press lightly on the small of your back as he guides you down the hallway to his bedroom. It’s just as ostentatious as the rest of his place - expensive-looking light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, dark leather headboard and frame for his gigantic bed, which is covered in piles of plush-looking blankets and pillows. There’s a gorgeous painting taking up most of the wall above his bed.

He doesn’t give you much time to admire the room, because as soon as you’re in front of the bed, he spins you again, hands reaching for the zipper of your dress, sliding it to the ground, leaving you standing there in nothing but your panties. Before you can tell him to stop pushing you around, he’s kissing you fervently, like he’s been dying the entire time his mouth has been away from yours these last few minutes, and suddenly you forget that you’re irritated.

Hyunjin backs you onto the bed, breaking away from your lips long enough to urge you to move towards the headboard, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side as he follows. When his fingers grab for his belt, they find yours already there, making short work of the buckle. He groans in delight, deciding to use his hands to grope your bare breasts while you unzip his pants.

“Can’t wait to see it in real life, huh?” he asks, dragging his thumbs over your nipples. He chuckles when you just whimper, back arching slightly to encourage him to keep touching you.

The truth is, yes, you can’t wait to see Hyunjin’s massive dick, but more importantly, you can’t wait to feel it inside you, so you continue with your task, pushing his pants and boxers down together. And god, what a cock it is, long and thick and positively darkened with need. Smeared drops of excitement coat the head, and the sight makes your mouth water.

He rises up to kneel between your legs, grabbing his cock with one hand and giving it a few lazy pumps. “Well? Don’t tell me you’re speechless again.”

“Goddamn it,” you huff in exasperation, “you’re the fucking worst.” But you can’t stop staring as he gently squeezes the head, making a pleased noise, relieving himself a little while he watches you writhe in impatience.

“You’ll be singing a different tune in a moment, sweetheart.”

Your nose wrinkles at how easily ‘sweetheart’ drips off his tongue. “Just put it in me already,” you demand, leaning back on your elbows, licking your lips as you peer up at him, trying to send a blatant “fuck me!” signal with every inch of your body.

Hyunjin tuts, lifting one of his gorgeously thick eyebrows. “Right to it? Is that what you really want?” In one swift motion, he hooks a finger under your panties and drags them down and off. It’d be a more impressive move if anyone but him were doing it.

“I just… I thought we were gonna fuck?” Isn’t that what you’re here for?

“Of course we are. But is that how you typically do it? No foreplay, no build up?” His fingers rake down your stomach, trail over your thighs, causing your body to twitch with shivers. “That doesn’t sound like any fun at all.”

It’s not how you’d prefer to do this, no. You’re just surprised that he agrees. So you say nothing in reply, visibly closing your mouth while he maneuvers you into position, pushing your legs up so your knees bend, your thighs meeting your stomach, completely exposing your cunt to him.

“That’s better. Just let me play with you a little first, sweetheart. I promise you’ll like it.”

Your instinct is to argue with him, tell him he has no idea what you’d like, but you’ve already done that tonight. And you were wrong. So again, you bite your tongue.

Until he extends his own, letting a string of spit fall onto your pussy.

“Ew, Hyunjin!” You’re disgusted, but not with him. Why do you find that so hot?

“Too much?” he inquires, letting go of your legs as he glances at you. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen a real expression of concern on his face before. It rattles you slightly.

Biting your lip, you shake your head. “No - keep going.”

He nods, hands reaching for your thighs again. “If I hit any hard no’s for you, say something, and I promise I’ll stop, okay?”

“I will.”

He bows over you again, licking a straight line up your slit. With a moan, you let your head drop back against the pillows. His mouth feels absolutely divine.

Where others in the past just dove in, Hyunjin takes his time. He drags his tongue around slowly, licking through your soaking folds, tasting you. It reminds you of the way you’d seen him drink a really fine whisky, holding it in his mouth, quietly identifying every note, every flavor. Relishing, instead of rushing.

When his lips brush over your clit, leaving teasing kisses, you moan. Hyunjin hums, a self-satisfied little rumble, and lifts his head. “See? Told you you’d like this.”

“Please, shut up and suck my clit.” It’s meant to be an order but definitely sounds like a pathetic whine. Whatever, as long as he listens.

He listens. Those plush lips that you can’t stop yourself from staring at roll over your already throbbing little nub and warm pleasure runs down your spine before pooling in your belly. His dark hair keeps falling in his face, obscuring him from your view, and for some reason you can’t have that. Tentatively, you reach out, hand shaking a little.

Hyunjin hums when your fingers slide through his soft locks, pushing the strands back, holding them in place so you can see his eyes, the way they squeeze shut when he sucks noisily on your clit. The sounds he makes are so loud, completely uninhibited, moaning and grunting as his lips smack and his tongue laps.

He uses said tongue to fuck you expertly, his movements so confident, so sure. He reads every quiver, listens to every moan, figures out how to work you up with quick, teasing shallow plunges, before slowing it down, going deeper, tongue brushing your walls like he’s speaking a language only your body understands.

“Hyunjin,” you sigh, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

His mouth parts from you long enough for him to speak. “There it is. There’s the tone I was looking for. Enjoy this, sweetheart. I know I am.”

You’re enjoying it so much that you unexpectedly whimper when he stops again a moment later, feeling a little embarrassed as he exhales a quiet laugh into your warmth. “Just hold on,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue up your slit to pass over your clit again and again, before sliding a finger into your clenching hole.

“Ohhhh.”

The combination is so good, his finger filling you while his mouth suctions to you, that your eyes flutter shut. He pulls out and glides back in, all the way to his knuckles in one smooth motion, your wet folds parting so easily for him. He’s done an amazing job of spreading your slickness around, coating your inner thighs, messing his bed beneath you.

“Gonna make you come,” Hyunjin says, spreading you open with two fingers now. “Need you to come before I can fuck you just like you want. Can you do that for me?”

The tension in your gut tells you that that shouldn’t be a problem. Both fingers have curled inside you, stroking over your soft spot, making you pant, clutching Hyunjin’s satin sheets for dear life.

“Hy-Hyun-”

Before you can even finish saying his name, the tension snaps, nerves firing from your cunt to your toes, causing your legs to lock up. Hyunjin groans, moving his hands to grasp at your thighs, trying to loosen their squeeze.

“Easy, sweetheart, don’t take me out just yet.” When your body finally starts to relax, he grins. “There we go. Good girl.”

If this were any other time, you’d snap at him for dropping that pet phrase on you. But you’re too blissed out at the moment, practically purring as he starts to kiss his way up your torso.

When he reaches your breasts, he joins you, a low rumble sounding from the back of his throat. His nose nuzzles between them, as he leaves loud kisses on their swelling curves.

Another thing Hyunjin isn’t wrong about - his mouth feels much better than his fingers do on your nipples, tongue gliding like warm velvet against the pert nubs. You continuously moan, until you’re nearly panting, fingers once again finding his dark locks and threading themselves between.

“How am I doing, sweetheart?” he murmurs.

“Good.” It doesn’t even occur to you to tell him anything but the truth. “So good, Hyunjinnie. Ah!” You flinch as he suddenly nips the other nipple, teeth clamping gently. “Why?!”

“You and that damn nickname. I must not be doing enough if you’re still calling me that.” He rises onto his knees, shaking his head. “Guess I just gotta fuck it out of you.”

And just like that, you feel that spark again.

“Sure you will, Hyunjinnie,” you simper, voice dripping with honey, so sickeningly-sweet as you coo his name. It has the desired effect, making Hyunjin’s eyes flash.

He reaches for you, pulling you up into his lap, before you can so much as breathe. “You doubting me, sweetheart?” His hands press into your hips, urging you down on him. Both of you groan as his cock slides along your cunt, and the sparks inside you ignite.

“I’m not your sweetheart,” you spit back, feeling that familiar sense of agitation, but it’s not annoyance now, it’s anticipation.

“And I’m not really yours, but let’s play pretend for the night,” he drawls, and you look at him with wide eyes, but he kisses away the wonder on your face, working you up with teeth and tongue, until you’re frenzied with need. Your fingers clutch at his biceps, nails sinking in to tether him closer.

His hands on your waist guide you down again. As his cockhead breaches your lips, you keen, head falling forward onto his shoulder.

“Holy fuck,” you gasp. The stretch is delicious, cunt already throbbing around his thickness.

Both of you freeze when you’re fully seated on him, no sounds in the room but the rhythmic cadence of your panting intertwining with his.

“You know,” Hyunjin speaks through grit teeth, focused on the spot where your bodies join, “we could’ve been doing this a long, long time ago.”

You don’t know what to say to that. How long has he wanted this? You’re not sure the exact answer for yourself, except that it’s longer than you’d ever truly want to confess.

“Maybe - maybe if you weren’t such a - oh, oh, oh!” Your lame attempt at a retort is lost to the rapid snapping of Hyunjin’s hips when he starts to thrust up into you. There’s nothing you can do but bounce in his lap, clinging to his shoulders as he finally fucks you just as hard as he’d promised. “Hyunjin, please!”

Hyunjin grunts, perspiration trickling down his forehead as he concentrates on giving you what you wanted. His jaw flexes, brows drawn together in a frown, and even with this fierce expression on his face, he’s so beautiful that you can’t help yourself, diving forward to kiss that gorgeous mouth of his like you’ve always imagined, as if you weren’t just kissing him a few minutes ago, but like it’s the first time, tracing his lips with yours, imprinting the feeling of them against your own to store away in your memory for later.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” His words are the oxygen you inhale, tongues pressed together like the pages of a book. “I think I prefer you this way. So needy for my cock.” He smirks. “Kinda want to keep you like this.”

He digs his fingers into the plump roundness of your ass as he grinds into you, sliding you back and forth. Your hips undulate, rolling you down on his big cock, feeling every inch of him rubbing against your walls.

“Hyu-hyu-hyun!”

It’s impossible to get an entire word out, given the pace at which Hyunjin’s strokes are jostling you. Your staccato cries get louder when he switches it up, laying you on your back and shoving a pillow under your hips. His thighs smack into your ass with every plunge of his thick length, and again you can do nothing but try to breathe, drowning in euphoria as you are.

“Yeah, you’re best just like this. Stuffed full of cock, no room for thoughts. Or arguments.”

“F-fuck!” You were trying to say ‘fuck off’ but Hyunjin chose that moment to thumb at your clit, giving the aching nub the friction it so badly needed. Your hips buck up, making Hyunjin groan.

“Just like that, so good for me.”

You whine involuntarily at his praise, hips lifting again, trying to take him deeper. Every stroke of his cock lights you up, your body tingling from head to toe. The strong thrumming in your gut is going to overtake you soon and you’re finally going to get what you’ve been needing for weeks now. And it’s Hyunjin of all people who is going to give it to you.

You’re pulled out of your reverie as Hyunjin suddenly pulls out, falling onto his side next to you.

“What are y- oh!” You gasp as he turns you on your side, facing away from him. One hand lifts your leg, sliding it back until your calf loops over his. Then he enters you again, and again, thrusting in deep, powerful movements. “Oh, fuck, goddamn.”

“That’s right,” he growls, arm beneath you bending, hand coming to a rest around your throat. Not squeezing, but holding you in place, back pressed to his front. You’re both covered in sweat, bodies gliding over one another, making it hard for him to keep his pace. So his fingers spread on your chest, locking you in place, giving him leverage to pound into you. “Take it, sweetheart. Take what I give you like a good girl.”

“Ahhh,” you moan, “don’t - don’t call me that.”

“No? You don’t like being praised?” Hyunjin releases his hold on your thigh, running his others fingers around where his cock keeps sliding between your lips. “Your pussy tells me another story. You’re soaking my sheets.”

“Nah - ah - not that, ’s not that.” With this slightly slower rhythm, you’re able to speak, but full sentences still seem hard. “Like praise. Hate - hate good girl.”

“Ohhh, I see.” Hyunjin laughs breathily. “I should’ve known. You’re too proud. Think it makes you look weak if I call you that? Hmm?”

Even in your desperate state, you know he’s not far off from the truth. You don’t want him calling you that, because it feels like giving in to him. Letting him take control completely. Possessing you. His good girl.

The real, honest to god truth is - you can’t let him call you that, because you do want it. And you hate how much you want it.

So you deny it. Or at least, you try to. But all you can stutter is a weak “You’re s-such a d-dick,” as he continues snapping his hips into your ass, making your entire body jiggle in his strong grip.

Hyunjin drops an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, wet and sloppy. You curl your fingers into his arm as you sense that you’re approaching the precipice of your orgasm. You can tell that it’s going to be an intense one, one of those climaxes that clears your mind of all thought and leaves you literally shaking in ecstasy. Just as he’d promised.

You do appreciate a man who follows through on his promises.

Hyunjin must feel the way you’re starting to clench around him, groaning into your shoulder. “Ahh, I think this little cunt’s trying to tell me something again, sweetheart. You gonna come for me? Hmmm?” His fingers rub over your clit, the sudden touch making you jolt. “Come on, be a good girl and c-”

Twisting your head, you smash your nose into his cheek, clumsily seeking his mouth. Cutting him off with heated kisses, hoping he’ll interpret it as annoyance fueling your actions and not see it for what it truly is - untamed desire.

A strangled cry passes from Hyunjin’s lips into yours, and with one more tweak to your clit, you come undone. Your body locks up, thighs going rigid, cunt clamping around his cock so fiercely that Hyunjin hisses loudly, forehead resting on the nape of your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he whispers in your ear. Sweat drips from his skin onto yours. “You’re gonna make me come. Is that what you want?”

You can’t answer. You’re gone, completely gone, beyond words, capable of making only the most broken, pathetic sounds, wantonly mewling as slowly grinds into you, cock rubbing against your clenching walls. When your legs start to go slack, he resumes his thrusting, but at a languorous pace, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to go easy on you now that you’re approaching overstimulation, or if he’s trying to slow himself down.

“I think it is what you want. I think you want me to fill this little pussy up with my cum, don’t you? Hmm?” His nose prods at your cheek. “A sweet creampie for my good girl?”

The whine that you let you out is pitifully loud. White hot shame spikes through you, but only for a second, the emotion quickly burnt away by your fervent need.

“Come on, tell me. Tell me you want it.”

“Ahhh!” You gasp as his cock sinks in deeper, hitting your g-spot. It’s almost too much, the delicious drag, and your fingers dig into his arm, nails sinking into his skin. “Fuck!”

“Tell me,” he says again, but this time there’s a plea laced into the command, a desperate edge in his tone that strikes a chord somewhere deep inside you, and suddenly you want to give him anything he needs.

“Hyunjin, I want it, p-please!”

Those are the magic words. Hyunjin groans, his hips falling out of their slow rhythm, jerking erratically as he does exactly what he said, shooting his load deep inside you, moaning your name the entire time. You grip the sheets so hard, you’re afraid you’ll tear them, shoving your hips back against his, riding out his climax with him.

“Pussy’s sucking me dry, sweetheart. So greedy,” he pants, trailing kisses along your neck. “Think it wants more.”

“Hyunjin!” You sob his name again, voice breaking. All it takes is his fingers pinching at your clit and you’re coming again, stomach twitching, breath leaving your body in one big rush.

When your body stops trembling, Hyunjin finally slips out of you, his hand falling away from your cunt. He lets out a tired laugh.

“You can take your nails out of my arm. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh.” Your neck burns a little in embarrassment. You hadn’t realized you were still holding on to him so tightly, unconsciously keeping him in place. Keeping him close to you. You relax your grip, and he slides his arms around you further, locking you into his embrace.

It’s… nice, being in Hyunjin’s arms. Really nice. Lying there, in your messy, tired state, you feel rather content.

But the longer you lie there, just breathing together, not speaking, your head starts to fill with thoughts again. Questions. The most pressing being, at what point is he going to kick you out? Because despite everything that just happened, he’s still Hyunjin, and you’re still you, and -

“It’s already started.” Hyunjin hums, lightly shaking you. “I can hear you thinking again.”

Your reflexes kick back in. “It’s just what I do. You should try it some time.”

To your surprise, Hyunjin starts to laugh. You roll over, nose bumping his as you give him a curious look.

“What?”

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” He brushes a finger over your cheek. “You’ve got a fighter’s instinct. It’s one of the things I admire about you. But maybe, just maybe, you don’t have to fight me all the time?”

You stare at him as you try to make sense of the rather casual confession of admiration he just dropped. Nope. Can’t. Not right now.

“I…” You pause. “Sorry. It’s just a habit.”

He smiles, something genuine that slowly shifts into his familiar smirk, and even as spent as you are, you feel a stirring inside you. “Guess we need to work on that.”

In the morning, you might regret what you say next. But the night’s not over yet. “Maybe you just didn’t fuck me stupid enough yet.”

Hyunjin accepts your challenge with a kiss.

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